#and anyone who asks for one involving one of my OC's (if you remember my couple gushes i did talking about them)

[zorangezest]

Your OCs took over my life because of your Butcher Vanity video and I think I understand your lore enough to ask a question. Please correct me if I get anything wrong.

So, Roro, a necromancer, runs a boutique/creates clothing and is in some kind of symbiotic relationship with Yin. As a result of their partnership, Yin kind of physically unravels? And, in a comic you posted, Yin kind of looks stitched together?

Necromancy seems like it would require being good with a needle and thread. Creating clothing definitely seems like it would necessitate it. Is Roro so involved with her work that she's like 'To repair Yin, I need this very specific needle and this very specific thread made of this very specific material because my work deserves this much and I have standards'?

GOT SO EXCITED WHEN I SAW THIS LEGIT CACKLING AND RUBBING MY HANDS TOGETHER. TIME TO LORE DUMP ABOUT MY OCS BEWARE THE YAP

First of all—I eat theories about ocs for breakfast lunch and dinner so thank you for the ask! Let’s begin!!

Necromancers in this universe are a little different than how they’re traditionally in media—yes, they can bring back the dead, but they’re VERY BAD AT IT. In fact, that’s not what they’re supposed to be doing with their powers in the first place! Despite all this, their work is widely recognized and legalized!

Roro is a necromancer, but she doesn’t run the boutique—that’s a separate character entirely who’s getting a post to herself soon! The boutique, and its owner, are extremely vital to necromancers, because it’s where they get the bodies made. You are correct that bringing back the dead requires being good with a needle and thread! The process of necromancy itself in this universe is catching a ghost, and sewing a body for it. Who better for the job than the fashionable owner of a boutique?

Ok! Let’s look at the characters!

Roro and Yin are the central characters of the story and they are siblings! Yin has been dead for a long time, and he actually came back from it…really well?? Probably threw a party down at necromancer HQ when he was brought back or something. That being said, he’s very far from perfect, and very far from human, and everywhere he goes people get the intrinsic primal feeling that hey, this guy should be dead! This guy needs to die! Unfortunately for Yin, that means he just can’t seem to stop getting killed by people…well, the closest he can get to being killed, anyway.

As for Roro, she’s been alive for…much longer than she should be! All necromancers are, for spooky lore reasons. She’s had more time to think than anyone who’s ever been alive, and now she’s driven by a lunatic single-minded purpose to do her job, and do it well, and catch as many ghosts as she can! One day she’ll bring her little brother back better, and maybe her parents too, and all her neighbours, and all her friends…if she can even remember their faces.

There’s so many characters in this story and many key locations that i hope to keep fleshing out! I haven’t even gotten to the whole thing with ghosts yet!! This is going to sound extremely corny but to have people interested in this stupid world I’m building is the reason I’m an artist I think. THANK YOU IF YOIVE READ THIS FAR HAHA the yap returns…..

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Hello! Recently I've been reading your works (usually twst, disney and sometimes oc) and im really interested.

I would like to request yandere cinderella x reader please if thats okay!

Im not sure if there is any request rules i should follow since i cant really find any or if its open so sorry if i broke any of them! Btw no need to answer this if you aren't interested or dont have the energy, im just curious in how you would write them since they are very unique and nicely written. Remember please take care of yourself and take rest when you need to!! (since you literally post almost everyday)

I try I do post everday, though I'm surprised anyone noticed 🖤🖤🖤

Yandere Genderbend Cinderella x Reader

To say you didn’t like you’re step-brother would be an understatement. 

You hated him. 

Him and all that he stood for.

It was disgusting, how wicked Ellwick was to you and your family. Not wicked in the way that he looked down on you; more so in the way that his existence was an obstacle to yours. Currently he made it his mission to insert himself where he never belonged, constantly upending your rightful place. You remembered the time before the single father and son duo shoved their way into your family’s lives. It was peaceful, well as peaceful as life with your family could be. Guns, knifes, drugs, cement shoes–the life that meant serving your family and running the city from behind the scenes. Your mother, your brother, and the many associates that joined your family. 

What can you say? Blood is binding especially when spilt.

Cinder Ellwick and his father came into your home under the silly notion of ‘healthy’ love. As if fighting alongside one another wasn’t love, these men marched into your lives expecting to ‘fix’ your already perfect family. 

Your brother and the many others could spot the foolishness in their morale, unfortunately your mother could not. Which devastated her the moment her new husband got his rightful comeuppance. 

“He shouldn’t have joined the game, if he didn’t know how to play.” 

Your brother scoffed under his breath during your mother’s mournful eulogy. You couldn’t help but agree. Only irritating you more when your mother dressed in black brought the blonde-headed boy to you two saying something along the lines of him being a permanent burden on your family.

“It’s what he would’ve wanted.”

So what? It was his fault for getting involved! His fault for getting kidnapped! His fault for refusing to arm himself, when you warned him! So why did you, your family, have to live with the nuisance?

“I’m going to try my best, to be apart of this family. Properly this time.”

“That’s good to hear, Ellwick.”

Not long after that he took up the role as you’re family’s cleanup crew, eliminating those your family marked. Unpaid debts and traitors were his targets, the scum of your faction–perfect level for Ellwick to begin truly becoming apart of this family. You’d think that’d be enough for him to feel included. But that’s just like him to be so greedy.

“May I come with you on that mission?”

Ellwick asked, still panting from running down the halls from Mother’s office trying to catch up to you and your brother. You both were prepared, dressed to the nines in comparison to him who was in a dirtied leather suit. It'd be a burden and embarrassment for him to come.

Your brother laughed, ” No chance! Look at you covered in cinders again! What’d you do, wrestle your target in a fire pit?”

Ellwick awkwardly smiled as your brother held his stomach. Laughter rising and eyes widening as if he had an epiphany. He points at the blonde, who barely winces at the pressure.

“Kind of like–Cinderwick! Haha!” 

You rolled your eyes as he repeated the name inbetween his belly laughs. Ellwick’s smile was twitching on the otherhand turning his attention to you. Glaring at him you ushered your brother away, barely turning your head to the crushed boy.

“You can’t. We won’t be letting an outsider handle things as private as this.”

Many of your interactions would go like this. Cinderwick inserting himself in your personal business and you putting him in his place, your latest mission was no different. Only that you were older and more responsibility will have fallen to you. You had to step up more than ever.

“Alright my children as we discussed you will be infiltrating the gathering. Your target is the first son of the Mayor. Blackmail, romance him, kiss up, we need a foothold on the city. I can only trust my children.”

“Than why is he here?” 

You shifted your eyes to the blond hitman who was standing barely a foot you and your brother. Your mother sighed.

“We need all hands on deck. Our competitors are in attendance as well. I wouldn’t be surprised if they try anything and I just can’t have my babies be put in danger.”

She held both you and your brother’s cheeks pinching it a little. Leaning into her touch you happily smiled at her over-endearment. Whereas your brother recoiled and wriggled away nursing his cheek.

“Aw geez Ma will you stop.”

“Now my children.” She looked to Ellwick.”All my children. I wish you the best.” 

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It was almost commendable, how fast Cinderwick managed to do it. Wooing the son of the mayor and leading him on a wild goose chase that ultimately led to a grand proposal. To which he accepted. 

There was a nervousness about him being the victor; a sudden power handed to someone who wasn’t apart of the family. He was in a position of power, a position that allowed him to string your family along. 

“Congratulations my son! We’re happy you’ve found love in such a place!” 

Sugarcoated words and fake pearly smiles were the next step in the mission. Officially tying the mayor to your family…all with a man who wasn’t apart of the family. 

“Oh thank you step-mother! I can’t wait to have you and the family at our wedding.”

Your mother’s eye twitched at the ‘step’ but she maintained her smile letting Cinderwick cuddle into his fiance’s arm as they continued to chatter. It was revolting that it was he who returned to the estate with a cocky smile and a ring on his finger.

“Well you told all your children to do your best and they tried. So I will take the mantle up…as long as you agree to my terms.”

The following sentence had your mother sending you and your brother out of the room–treatment originally reserved for an outsider like him. Your brother stomped away dropping his emotionless persona, you followed.

“ARGH! How the heck did that slimy cinderblock idiot get ahead of us!? This is ridiculous!”

“...We tried…Arthur don’t do what I think you’re going to do.”

He turned to you the fire in his eyes directed to you.

“Tried?! We should’ve easily bested that bag of soot!” 

Turning back around he made his way to his office slamming his mini fridge open to reveal a plethora of beers and cheap wine bottles. You thought you threw those out. You debated staying as he quickly began to chug the drinks haphazardly dropping the finished cans to the ground. 

“Arthur. Don’t drink anything else.”

“Why!? Why wasn’t it me or you even!?”

“Well for one, typical romance isn’t exactly our field of expertise. I don’t know what you exp–”

You were cutoff by the ceramic smashing near the wall behind your head. Barely missing you it was lucky all you got was a cut from the ricochet glass shatter. It didn’t bother you, it seemed shallow, so you pressed further entering the room more. Closing and locking the door behind you as you closed in on your brother aiming to simply hug him. 

It didn’t stop his drinking bout but it did bring him to a wobbly pause. Letting you slowly walk him away from the desk the alcohol sat. As if he was being taunted once he got barely three steps away he wrenched himself from your grip darting towards the alcohol. In his raw distracted strength he barely pushed you back into the decorative cabinet. 

You would have repeated your attempt if it weren’t for the sudden grip of Ellwick’s leather glove on your wrist. Naturally you pulled yourself away or tried to. Struggling against his bone breaking hold, you ultimately relented as Arthur began to shove off the contents on his desk. Ellwick easily shoved you out of the room, successfully doing so. With that same force he pushes you against the wall, trapping you against it with his narrowed irises and presence alone.

“What are you doing?!”

“Its none of your business.”

“It is every bit my business! Why would you go anywhere near him when he’s in a drunken rage?”

“Because he’s family!” Your voice cracked with emotion, daring to look up at his softened blue eyes. With faux cough, you fixed yourself staring head on to the blonde before slipping past him.

“I don’t expect you to understand that though.”

Speed-walking out of the hall, your only goal was to return to your room hoping to finally relieve the burning sensation in your eyes. Ellwick on the other hand watched you walk away more specifically the cut that had let blood of yours trickle down. 

In a fury like none other Ellwick made his way to the closed door. It was time to end this. 

For good.

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“My son. I want you to know I will always love your mother and I’ll never stop loving her.”

“Right.”

“But I’ve found someone who makes me happy! Someone who will cherish me and you!”

“Okay.”

“The thing is…she has a very different line of work.”

Ellwick wasn’t sold. Even as young as he was there wasn’t an inherent attraction to the mafia-life. When he had the chance to he’d read a torrent of love-stories and twisted family relations all with mafia environments. It usually ended in death, somehow bringing a foreboding cloud over this new developement. 

*Click*

“Whoa whoa little one I get that I’m not a replacement for any–”

“My gun. Take it.”

“E-excuse me?”

Ellwick didn’t really register you before this. Eyes widening as someone as tiny as you easily cocked and flipped the butt of a gun in the direction of his father. Wielding the weapon he’d only seen on those forbidden adult movies with such ease. A silent urgency on your part, you were offering your gun with a custom handle of your favorite color. 

It was an uncharacteristic show of kindness. 

The first he’d seen in a while. 

Since the announcement of your parent’s engagement there was a tension birthed among your closest members and your family. It was a clear sentiment that they dared not express with Ellwick in the room or their boss for that matter.

‘You’re going to be a target. You’re going to die.’

Everyone wanted to say it. Hint at it. But the air was too thick and they were too scared to break the silence. 

But not you.

You were the only one to tell it to him straight. Other than Ellwick himself. Of course the old geezer didn’t listen, avidly refusing to take your weapon and then attempting to get the weapon back from you.  

It made you his favorite.

To think underneath such a cold exterior there was something soft–small but soft. Its what Ellwick told himself when you’d glare and insult him. He’s never found himself doing the same for your mother and brother. Only finding it in him to imagine their tortuous ends at his hands, he could never do that with you. Even when he began to do his work, he’d be all the more motivated when imagining two-thirds of his step-family.

Step-family. He didn’t like that title.

He hated associating you with that.

He liked you a lot more than that of a step-family.

He could handle the exclusion, the insults, the glares, all of it but he couldn’t have you being in the arms of someone else. So he pulled something he’d thought he buried long ago, charming the mayor’s son. 

Having an influential leader’s heir willing to bend to his every whim and need made him powerful. 

A threat. 

So when your mother came to him practically begging for his forgiveness, Ellwick knew this was his chance to set everything in motion. So when you and your brother angrily departed he was prepared.

“The bit of your faction, handselected at my beck and call.”

“Done. You inform us of the policies and actions of the mayor?”

“Policies and upcoming legislation only. I’m not stalking my in-law.’

“Fine.“

“We meet once a month, I’ll come to you.”

“We can do that. Be willing to let your siblings visit you in-home during ermengenies?”

“Yes…I want (Y/n).”

“Excuse me?”

“I want (Y/n).

“You can’t be serious—”

“I am. I want full ownership of (Y/n) their activities, everything. Otherwise I’ll be inclined to fully inform the mayor and police department of what your true business entails.”

“I can’t possibly give you my child! Who do you think I am?!”

Ellwick made a face. Naturally and quickly pulling a gun out of his suit, earning a horrified reaction from his stepmother who was staring at the barrel. It’s not that Ellwick was unaware of the metal detectors and constant pat downs but when you’re a trained assassin this is light work.

“The same idiot, who thought’d I’d always be cleaning your messes. The same idiot who’s been ostracizing me and still put a gun in my hand.” 

He moved closer but not close enough for his step-mother’s garrote-technique to be effective. He was almost inclined to reveal his companions ‘guarding her door or the poisoned dart in his cuff link. But he decided it wouldn’t be needed…not today at least.

“The same idiot who’s blind to the abusive alcholic she raised. That is more than likely hurting (Y/n) right now.”

“What’re you–”

“That’s what your first-husband was like, right? An alchoholic who ran the mafia with an iron fist.”

“Enough!...Fine. You can take them with you after your honeymoon.”

“Before.”

“Why would you–” 

“Be-fore.”

“....It will be…done.”

When she finished, Ellwick had full intentions to find you. No doubt cooking up a barrage of insults to cutely angrily whisper behind you’re door. But before he could make it to your room, he heard the sound of glass shattering and muffled yelling.

He could only see red. Red as the cut that was bleeding on your skin. 

Seems like his role as the family’s ‘cleanup crew’ would come in handy.

[tessa-liam]

A Marabelle Series...

One-shot, upcoming chapter snippet

Thank you @snoopdogcone for your ask...prompt: First Valentine's Day Date after a big break up!

Choices book: The Royal Romance, book2

Pairing: Drake Walker x Riley Brooks (F!OC)

Rating: Mature

Category: angst/fluff. One-shot, ask/prompt

A/N: not Beta’d, please excuse all errors.

A/N2: CFWC Valentine's Day 2025, prompt: Ouch! - First Valentine's Day after a big break up.

Premise: It's Valentine's Day, Drake is remembering the last fight he had with his now ex-girlfriend, Melanie. Sitting alone in the beer garden, his outlook on life instantly improves when Riley Brooks enters and bumps into him.

As the familiar strains of a Cordonian folk song hummed from the far corner of the beer garden, Drake downed the remnants of his beer and scowled to himself.

He should have known it wouldn't work out with Melanie. Hell, it was Valentine's Day, for Chrissake. A holiday invented to screw with bachelors everywhere. All of the cute little couples strolling by outside with their perfect life. Ugh. If I have to listen to someone ask for an 'appletini', I might just drown myself in that damn thing.

On the one day when his lack of romanticism would be glaringly evident to the rest of the bar crowd, the last thing Drake wanted to do was to be around people. As the dour thought crossed his mind, it seemed that the very world conspired against him.

Just then, another patron bumped against Drake's arm. As the person went to apologize, she turned to him and stopped.

"Drake?" the feminine voice said with surprise. "It's me... Riley."

As he shifted in his chair, Drake recognized the woman's piercing hazel eyes and charming smile. It was hard to forget someone like her, who was bursting with charisma and personality. He knew instantly who she was, but he played ignorant.

"Well, I needed to get out of my apartment..."

"Oh, hey, Riley. What brings you here today?

"And the brew at the bar is free today." Drake smirked.

"Yes, that, and not knowing anyone here besides Melanie."

"Ah, so it is Valentine's Day that's got you so worked up," he grinned, shifting a little on the small stool.

"If I was alone," he continued, "there'd be no difference. I usually make a point to keep myself too busy to even realize it's today, so as not to feel so fucking inadequate and depressed."

"Really, you've found this day a blight upon your lonely existence? Because that's totally not how everyone else on the street looked as they sauntered down the road holding hands and giggling," Riley chided him, doing a spot-on imitation of the most saccharine romantic she could think of.

"This, I would not deny. Clearly, others have the magical ability to connect and establish real relationships with actual human beings. This does not work for the emotionally stunted, who prefer a good bottle of whisky anyway. Their company is sufficient; it does not care who is paying for dinner."

Riley rolled her eyes as she took a sip of her appletini, smiling ruefully at him as she chewed on an ice cube. It felt nice to make conversation with him. They were usually working when she saw him and not really talking about anything significant. She would occasionally shoot him a glance or two, but it wasn't really an equal exchange.

"Maybe I can remedy the issue of no company on the date," she grinned, enjoying their light banter. "But where is the famous Melanie today?"

"Melanie," he started, his mouth turning into a sneer when he mentioned her name.

"Oh shit, did she leave you for the romantic stroll under the street lamp?" She patted him on the back empathically.

"Well, not exactly..." he trailed off, unsure of the word choice for describing his previous romantic involvement.

"Well, I take that as good news for you. What happened, Drake?" She brought her eyes up to meet his, cocking her head to the side. She sincerely wondered why anyone wouldn't be attracted to a tall, dark haired, chocolate eyed handsome gentleman. It must be some serious defects and faults for Melanie to say goodbye.

"When did it end? Or should I say, how long had you been expecting for this to happen?"

Drake had the sinking feeling that he'd managed to summon the relationship proverbial demons into the conversation, but for better or worse, he was starting to really like the company of this clever-tongued woman next to him.

"It wasn't expected. Not by a long shot. It ended about a week or two ago."

She frowned, studying his face carefully for the nuance of regret she detected. When he couldn't meet her gaze, she figured out there wasn't any lingering feelings between Melanie and him. The frown turned back into a wicked little grin.

"Damn," he breathed, looking away from her stare. It was unnerving, being so vulnerable.

"Let me guess," she started, gazing at him with her pale, inquisitive eyes. "Things have gotten bad because of all the witty and intelligent discussions. You've driven each other so crazy that you can't stand being with the other anymore. Sound familiar?"

Drake laughed to himself and swiveled his bar stool to face her, resting his back against the bar. He wasn't going to be the only vulnerable one anymore, not if Riley kept probing like that.

"Actually, yes, it was those witty and intelligent conversations that killed the romance."

"I'll drink to that."

"Seriously?!" Riley looked away, glancing at the array of glasses behind the bar. "What kind of geek dates someone and talks for fun, then ruins everything?"

✨️💘✨️

[wildestheart4ever]

Browsing through someone’s Jason Todd tag and can literally feel myself getting bummed out by his life/existence as a character

At this point, I don’t care if I’m appreciating this seemingly forever doomed character incorrectly, I’m clinging to happy/silly notions and also - I’m giving him the joy of having a friend/love interest that will never turn their back on him no matter what self destructive tendencies he has towards any relationship in his life

This friend is going to stick to him like a barnacle

That unfortunate isolation of his Robin days? She will walk to the manor on foot if she has to, the character besmirching from his family? She doesn’t like them anyway and will slap whatever idiot has the gall to say that shit to her face

Is she extremely loyal to her detriment? Has some sort of separation anxiety?? Maybe, but what’s a good character without some kind of flaw

Let him be possessive in that she is the one person that he got to keep in his life and is his alone, who is explicitly loyal to him and not Batman - her loyalty and affection isn’t determined by the line of morality he follows

She’ll follow him to hell if he asked type of thing

Anyone who remembers or paid attention to my past attempts of oc sharing, you’d know her as Vanessa Agustin [Forgot the original last name I gave her oops]

Now including character info:

Jason was the first to grow a crush. It was hopeless, there was dramatic pining ala romantic period drama novel - it was adorable. Bruce was genuinely worried he couldn’t keep their vigilant identities secret ‘cause Robin always wound up a blushing flustered mess whenever she came into the picture - he was very relieved when Robin calmed down after a while

It becomes a whole complicated will-they-won’t-they thing ala unfortunate Jason vs Robin [This is far more innocent than his concerns about his place in Bruce’s life as Robin] before she started getting suspicious about the shared identity

Vanessa started getting a crush much later…..unfortunately shortly before Jason’s relationship with Bruce started to grow strained.

There’s a whole scene in my where Robin is brooding on the rooftop of his old apartment building. Conversations are had, her tentative confirmation of his identity and fear of him running away grew, and in a attempt to get him to stick around, she kissed him

It’s a very desperate/hopeless situation

Her family took what money they had and moved after Jason’s death, looking to get her professional help after a depression spiral

She has a younger sister named Naomi

She moved back to Gotham and lived with her uncle before graduating.

Studies online

Subsequently started looking for trouble and fights to get into. Few of the Bats got involved a few times before it was Dick that clocked who she was

Tried inviting her over, you know, in a attempt to friendliness and catching up

She did not vibe with the manor’s current state of erasing any reminders of Jason

Definitely did not vibe with Bruce and his current…..Bruce-ness

She still remembers their last interaction in which she verbally flipped out on him and blamed him for everything at Jason’s funeral

And the unwanted visit to her room she got where he basically threatened her to keep her silence [Mind you, she only had an inkling of their secret] - just the idea of this spiraling grown man waiting for her 15 year old ass while her sister was sleeping on the top bunk still burns at her mind is a level of discomfort I wanted to add on top of Bruce’s violent/angry/suicidal behavior

She probably thought he was threatening her family’s livelihood or something - whether it was true or not will remains unclear to her

Gets into vigilantism. Sorry, no wild curls flowing free in the wind for her, she’s keeping her mane in a tight braid where it won’t become a nuisance. I’m basically giving her Jason’s hoodie/vest, muzzled face combo….. and brass knuckles

[I got the scene of Bucky Barnes whipping someone in the face with a heavy chain link stuck in my head and thought ‘Yes, this is her method: Grab a heavy object and beat someone with it’]

Vibes with Stephanie, her opinion of the Bats lessens even further with their shitty treatment of her and tries protecting Stephanie from the resulting short lived Robin tenure fallout

Jason coming back includes him basically stalking her to see how she was doing, grows very confused to find her living with her uncle [He’ll look into the family situation later] and just……sits on that rooftop across from her building and stares at her

It’s giving very reminiscing of an old crush curiosity, is it still there or is it not? He doesn’t give it further thought

This is a purely self indulgent scenario: She looks for him after his Joker/Batman confrontation. Them in her flimsy excuse of a safe house, her desperately cleaning away the bloody wound of his throat, anxiously reciting prayers - cut to scene of her quietly watching him let out his frustration and humiliation on her sad measly furniture.

Whether she pulls him into a hug or trying to help him come down from that breakdown is still up to consideration of whether or not Jason is the type to allow that kind of thing in this point of his life [Further pointers to his character are appreciated]

Can she say anything? Will her attempts to comfort him be met with animosity?? After all, what’s her affirmations of her continued friendship in the face of his father’s rejection?

Idk what he got up to after that confrontation, I assume he kept his head down and quietly continued with his business

[killerzys]

Should probably post this on my venting account..oh well

[DO NOT ATTACK ANYONE THAT WAS MENTIONED]

Tw mentioning of cutting, say kill yourself, and F1zzyst4r

Please don't center me around this drama I'm not the one who needs the support Wenni is they have been a victim of F1zzyst4r for a year now I just want to simply explain.. how this has affected me.. but please show some support to Wenni and not me

More in the undercut

So there has been a lot on my mind been gone a few days so it feels a little bit more clearer

I do not want to meet the situation about me since I'm not the one who's being harassed Wenni has and I don't want to make the situation about me even though I am also being affected by it. Just not the way Wenni has been, that's why I have been scared to talk about how I'm feeling about Skittles.. and everything but uhh just because I don't want to make it about me I'm not the let's say main victim.. yes I have been harassed I don't know if was one of skittle's friends that told me this in my ask box but someone recently told me to kill myself and it threw me off

And for a while I felt forced to be friends with him (Skittles) I texted him before I blocked him that hey I felt forced to be your friend and it's making me uncomfortable.. I didn't say this part but the tracing also made me uncomfortable.. especially when it was clear that you copied someone else's design and is tracing someone else's art without credit or say oh yeah I make expired by this person inspiration, and now don't come attack me and say oh there's a few times that you didn't credit someone but as soon as someone say hey by the way maybe credit the person that gives you inspiration you @ them and I have I go back and edit pic or post and @ the person there is just sometimes where I get so excited that I forget but Skittles even after being called out and you're saying hey dude by the way maybe just give credit to the person that you take inspiration from Skittles is like erm actually they're tracing me!!

That's my point of view of how I see it and those other parts but I don't want to make this really long and boring to read

But I just mainly wanted to say how I've been infected by everything, after becoming friends with Skittles I thought they were kind and sweet they were to me but that's before I knew the full drama I did follow wenni on Pinterest for a while and seen little glimpse here and there last time I seen before I became friends with Skittles is that Wenni and Skittles were on good terms.. so I thought it was all right to be his friend, this whole friendship started because I made my old reference sheet of nighty, based off of on of wenni's old ref.. Skittles was like hey by the way maybe not copy me and I simply told them that I took inspiration from someone else that I didn't even know they were on the board, we became friends on Tumblr and talked, then I started getting targeted not targeted that's not the right word to say involved in drama that simply I was just watching from behind.. never had any attention to get involved with any of the drama but with my luck I somehow got into it because I was friends with Skittles.. I'm no longer friends with him and I feel free I feel safer now but I keep seeing the excuse of like his friends in my inbox "he made art for you and everything, he thought you guys were friends" just because you simply made art for me doesn't really mean anything I'm sorry? Like I make art for a lot of people doesn't mean I'm their friend I just think whatever OC or design I did was really neat and I wanted to draw it myself.. in the friend part I did see each other as friends but we never really communicated like we were friends.. we would talk to each other about the drama and I remember at some point I said whoever is tracing needs to own up to it now so this drama could be over and no one can get hurt or go through more mental health problems... But it seems that he didn't take that advice but oh well but other than talking about the drama and stuff we vented it to each other, there were a few funny moments but it's wasn't really friends? It was like that one buddy you see crossing the hall and you talk for a minute before going back to your class and then you don't see them for the rest of the year that's how it felt and before everything that happened I will admit I had a tad of a crush on Skittles but over time it started affecting me not in the greatest way... And I just lost all feelings when I got with my partner... And then at some point he would call me dear or something ? And sweetheart saying I'm sorry I think someone hacked my account acting all flirty with me which made me uncomfortable...

But besides that uhh he has now decided to text my mutuals or get his friends to do it I believe he's doing it because they are all anonymous and him or he got his friend to send something one of my mutuals inbox say hi by the way uhh river faked being friends with Skittles like a few times something something quite frankly I don't think you should be mutuals with them no more

Ok ok Skittles I see I see going to my mutuals telling them, that they should stop being friends with me because I stopped being friends with you because you're traced someone's art and copied many people's designs and when I tell you that I felt forced to be your friend and felt so uncomfortable and I unfollowed you which is a valid reason saying that I was uncomfortable and blocking you you're going to resort to going to my mutuals and basically harass them saying you should stop being friends with River, river is a bad friend you shouldn't be friends with them

Okay buddy like what? I've been trying to stay serious but the more I text this sentence the more I'm getting mad and the more I'm realizing the red flags that I should have realized from before... Honestly Skittles I hope you get help I hope you get therapy or something I'm not going to wish upon your death because honestly that's against what I believe which is nothing but like I don't believe in telling people they should kill themselves just because of certain actions I feel like they should get help now let's say if you were a pedophile now I would say kill yourself but does drama could have been resolved a long time ago if you just figured out your own art style who you are and stop copying someone to the point of copying that Wenni saying you have anger issues and trust issues ?

Wet Skittles I do wish that you get some therapy help mental help hell go to a mental asylum I don't care get help...

Now onto more stuff that like other things I've been thinking about

So basically going to my friends and harassing them

Having people go in my inbox harassing me saying like why did you stop being friends with Skittle kill yourself

It feels like you're using the fact that I used to have a crush on you against me and saying that we were friends because sometimes we made art for each other?

That's really it? Uh yeah I don't know this entire situation has just had me stressed about everything.. to the point where I'm having a hard time even drawing.. communicating with people talking and everything...it's really unbearable.. a few days ago I lost my streak .. because of this. The stress got so much that I took it out on myself I was almost 2-3 month clean..

[bratbarzal]

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✧ = smut / ❀ = fluff / ᰍ = angst

➜ latest work: "you're lucky I'm hungry" with toxic!quinn hughes ✧ᰍ 4.7k words

NEW JERSEY DEVILS

➷ NICO HISCHIER (NH13)

ON YOUR SIDE (ongoing, last updated jan 18) ✧❀ᰍ Pairing: Nico Hischier & Fem!OC Poppy Jensen Tropes: Friends to Lovers, Accidental Pregnancy, Miscommunication, Slow Burn (Kind Of) General Warnings: Angst, Smut (marked with *), Fluff. (chapters will contain individual warnings) Summary: Poppy Jensen’s job with the New Jersey Devils was supposed to be her first big step into adulthood - a way to prove to herself and her overbearing parents that she could make her own way in life. She was never supposed to become involved with any of the players. Becoming best friends with their captain was stupid. Getting her heart broken by him was tragic. Getting knocked up with his child was just plain messy.

BLURBS

⇉ “i couldn’t think of a better night to show everyone how in love with you i am.” with nico hischier x meier sister ❀ 1.2k words ⇉ “i’m guessing that the fact you’re already home will tell me everything i need to know about how your date went.” with neighbour!nico hischier ❀ 2k words ⇉ “you have a date? how much did you pay them?" with enemies to ~lovers!nico hischier / 3.4k words ⇉ “c’mon, like i need an excuse to spend time with you.” with pre-oys!nico hischier x oc!poppy ❀ 1.2k words ⇉ “I think the hockey gods were on my side.” with post-oys!nico hischier x oc!poppy ✧❀ 6k words ⇉ “you're big and fuzzy like sully and she's tiny and adorable like boo.” with post-oys!nico hischier x oc!poppy x baby!cheeto ❀ 1.6k words

➷ LUKE HUGHES (LH43)

LET IT HAPPEN (completed jan 2nd) ❀ᰍ Pairing: Luke Hughes x Reader Overall WC: 51k words General Warnings: an almost unbearable amount of sarcasm and snark, even more idiotic shenanigans, many affectionate empty threats of murder/violence, fluff, cursing, sexual references/fade to black type smut, slut shaming and angst Tropes: ~friends to lovers, slow burn, I want to say grumpy/sunshine but they're both lowkey grumpy so maybe grumpy and undeniably grumpier, summer romance

THE SECRET OF US (completed april 4th) ❀ᰍ Pairing: Luke Hughes x Reader Overall WC: 81k words General Warnings: a bunch of truly unnecessary angst and miscommunication, mentions of injuries, a lot of fluffy intermission, side characters that make you want to bash your head against a wall and a severe lack of common sense for all involved Tropes: ~friends to lovers, ~exes to lovers, slow burn, second chance romance vibes, mutual pining, one of my fave asks ever described this series as "the epic highs and lows of their criminal situationship" and I can't think of a better description tbh other than they really put the idiots in idiots in love the sequel to let it happen

BLURBS

⇉ “you really thought i wouldn’t remember what you like? please, give me a little credit.” with lih/tsou!luke hughes ❀ 1k words ⇉ "uncle lukey" with lih/tsou!luke hughes (an oys crossover) ❀ 2.8k words

➷ JACK HUGHES (JH86)

⇉ “wow, you really don’t have anyone special in your life at the minute.” with ex-fwb!jack hughes ᰍ 1.8K words

➷ DAWSON MERCER (DM91)

⇉ "if you’re still wondering who left those flowers at your desk, i think i’m ready to put your mind at ease.” with coworker!dawson mercer ❀ 2.1k words

VANCOUVER CANUCKS

➷ QUINN HUGHES (QH43)

⇉ “you celebrate this corny day?"/ "just say you're lonely and have no one to spend it with, next time, 'kay?" with best friend!quinn hughes ❀ 1.1k words ⇉ “has it occurred to you that we've spent more valentine's days with each other than with people we've actually been dating?” with best friend!quinn hughes ❀ 1.6k words ⇉ “you really planned this? remind me how you're single, again?" with best friend!quinn hughes ❀ᰍ 3.4k words ⇉ “you're lucky I'm hungry." with toxic!quinn hughes ✧ᰍ 4.7k words

MONTREAL CANADIENS

➷ COLE CAUFIELD (CC13)

⇉ “c'mon, like I need an excuse to spend time with you." with best friend!cole caufield ❀ 1.2k words

if you steal any of my original work, I will personally put rotten eggs in every shampoo bottle you ever buy and you can have fun living your life with stinky head syndrome (shs for short)

[medeaft]

OC Deep Dive: Kai

Tagged by @porcelainseashore and @essie-essex. Thank you! <3

I have decided to do this with Kai (mine, not Porcelain's, of course), who is the Tremere Sire of my Bloodlines self-insert, and who was executed not nearly as permanently as some would expect (but that's a story for another day). I don't feel quite right calling it a deep dive, it's hardly that, but they are interesting questions, even if it does not nearly describe him wholly; and since this is apparently the name of this ask game, I'll leave the title as it is.

The picture is a portrait of him I painted earlier, it links back to the original post. I'll put the questions and answers under the cut, since it's long.

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What common/uncommon fear do they have?

He actually doesn't have many; not ones that stick around at least. To be sure, he'll be afraid when he can see a bad outcome threatening; but that will pass as the situation is handled. He is prone to worrying about his loved ones however, and his Sire, Emmeline, might be the one he worries about with the greatest frequency.

Do they have any pet peeves?

He has very little patience with intrigue. Especially people trying to get his cooperation in conspiracies without telling him the truth of what they are trying to involve him in. If anyone comes to him saying something like "there is no need to tell [trusted ally] this, it doesn't merit their attention/would only worry them/they already know", he agrees to nothing and immediately makes sure to tell [trusted ally] all of it first thing, even if he doesn't understand what they actually wanted and doesn't personally see the harm in it. There probably was going to be harm in it somehow. He's not here for the conspiracies, he's here for the magical studies, which are a much better use of both cloak and dagger.

What are 3 items you can find in their bedroom?

3 items? There are 3 000 000 items in his bedroom, and you can't find even one of them… Only he knows where he ever put anything, but he remembers exactly. These include, selected for no particular importance:

A Rubik's cube

A compass (the orientation kind)

A compass (the drawing kind)

What do they notice first in a person?

Behaviours; to wit, in context rather than by themselves. (Sitting on a bench at a train station and looking upward at the arrivals-departures display, sitting on a bench at a park and looking upward at the swaying flowering branches, and sitting on a bench in front of a house and looking upward at the lit windows are distinctly different behaviours.)

On a scale of 1 to 10, how high is their pain tolerance?

4. He'll get through it if he has to, but he is very aware of the function of pain as a warning of something that should not be that way, and he will not make it a point of pride to needlessly go through harmful things, he will remove himself at his earliest convenience.

Do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure? (or freeze and fawn)

Flight. That's not a permanent solution though. He might not articulate it this way (unless he is asked), but he is aware that if someone is engaging him unexpectedly (whether that be openly framed as a battle or not), that makes it a battleground that the other chose, and that consequently favours them, even if he doesn't know yet why; this fact informs his instinct that if there is any uncertainty, he would rather remove himself and choose a different time and battleground of his own liking, one where his opponent is the one surprised and, if possible, at a disadvantage.

What animal represents them best?

From an outside perspective, a cat. He looks attractive, non-threatening, charming even, socially presentable to have around; but you'll eventually find him doing atrocities, and he won't feel even a little bit bad about them; and then he'll rest peacefully sitting in weird positions, possibly draped across his friends' laps. A lot more loyal than many expect, because he's simply not very hierarchical about his loyalties. Also enjoys his hair being petted, but naturally only those he is close to are aware of (or have permission to do) this. From his own perspective, a scorpion. He likes them and thinks they are cool, and if he had a different form, he would want it to be a scorpion.

How would a stranger likely describe them?

Cute young guy, friendly, probably into metal, what with the symbols and the piercings. A bit creepy, but probably harmless.

Do they have any hobbies?

Reading comic books and watching television are certainly hobbies he has. He also likes puzzles he can solve by manipulating objects physically (the Rubik's cube is a good example here, but there are many others). He doesn't consider learning new things to be a hobby; as a Tremere, that's his main vocation and goal in unlife.

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I had to redo this because there was something wrong with the post originally. Sorry about that to anyone who sees it twice.

Tagging @master-of-shenanigans, for when you are ready to return; @viiihouse; @ridiculus-mus (I know you do too have characters you wrote, they don't have to be VtM ones! I want to know more about them!! :D), and tagging back @porcelainseashore in the hopes that you do this with more characters!

[genshinconfessions]

Hello !! So sorry if this is not allowed, I just saw an absolutely horrible ship take online and I need to rant because I hate HaiKaveh. This is just overall negativity and will likely start ship discourse so please do skip this if you (general) are particularly sensitive to it !! To battle this, I will also send a more positive ask afterwards.

HaiKaveh/Kavetham as a fandom is the shittiest shit diarrhea from an ass with external and internal hemorroids this world has ever had the misfortune of enduring. The ship itself is fine, yeah whatever "roommates" and "couple that argues like they're old and married" are nice tropes and all, but it's the fandom that I specifically want euthanized. Scratch that, not euthanized, bcs I want it to be painful and inhumane as to reflect all the trouble they've caused. I understand it's a loud minority of the most insufferable people ever but when a ships fandom gets as big as it does, it's no longer a "small but loud group of people" that can be easily dismissed, it's literally the fucking majority of them atp.

"oh but they're canon !! They have so much implied interactions !! You're homophobic !!" KILL YOURSELF??? YOU (general) ARE LITERALLY MAKING THEM THE MOST HETERO NORMATIVE SHIT IVE EVER SEEN ??? I'm sick of acting civil and pushing past my annoyance to come off as respectful and understanding, I'm just as much of a hater as the next person, I want to get violent about this but it'd be stupid if I did. The same fuckers who say you're erasing gay rep when you ship one of them with a female character are the same no life dipshits who will dox and send death threats as they dumb down the ship to being "uwu soft bottom princess bunny Kaveh x alpha dom ultra top borderline (definitely ON THE LINE) abusive Alhaitham" which is literally every mainstream m/f shitty booktok novel made by the straightest millennial white woman to ever rightwing American that these people apparently hate so much.

"Kaveh is a rabbit, look at his hair !!" HIS HAIR IS MEANT TO RESEMBLE A LION. YOU MAKE **SUCH** A BIG DEAL OVER HIS KEYS YET YOU CANT EVEN MAKE THE CONNECTION?? IT REPRESENTS HIM AND HIS HOUSE/COURSE. "Kaveh dresses so femininely, and his wrists are so dainty he doesn't even wield his claymore like the others !!" LOOK CLOSELY, LOOK REALLY FUCKING CLOSELY, his designed is Iran inspired specifically during the Zand Dynasty (iirc, I'm not exactly a Kaveh buff) and his particular style of fashion (though modernized) was popular between both men and women, this doesn't make him feminine, he's more so androgynous get your terms right fucking spuds for brains. Kaveh does in fact use his hands when using his WEAPON OF CHOICE. Yes, he flicks his wrist after plunging but look at how he does it. He only uses one hand instead of the usual two, so all the recoil (idk man I'm so upset rn) goes into one hand instead of being distributed between two. He also, I can't remember if it's after being hit or putting his claymore away, definitely holds it up for some time. Mehrak is there more so for support, and even Mehrak should be very heavy since it's a fucking tech toolbox or whatever made from a machine core. That shit heavy.

The mischaracterisation of Alhaitham is also very shitty and I, as someone who yumeships with him and also really appreciates his character, am very upset at it. I admit I am also guilty of mischaracterisation but I feel that's unavoidable when you yumeship so much that your f/o just becomes an oc who takes the core basics of the original original character. Unfortunately most of my rage was directed at Kaveh because his so-called fans are the worst of the two and genuinely might just be fetishist who only care about their yaoi more than the actual characters. Nothing wrong with loving yaoi, just saying that I don't trust anyone who loves it more than the characters involved. He's a chill guy who just wants a peaceful life for himself and the people he cares about. He's caring, his mind full of joy and whimsy, a love for the world around him that he keeps neatly inside himself. He most likely can see Aranara !! Everytime someone makes him this super dominant and aggressive lover an angel gets burned by your sins. Everytime someone makes him a bratty sub who's sex obsessed an angel gets it's wings ripped off. I'm so fucking tired of all the shitty HaiKaveh on my timeline, not even blocking tags or blocking users gets them off.

On another note, I have a deep appreciation for the artists in the fandom. I can't say much for the fanfic writers because I personally don't read anything related to HaiKaveh or canonxcanon fics, but you guys rock just as much !! Every fan work I've seen from this wretched fandom is just so beautiful that I'm not too put off when I see a particular bad piece in a sea of genuine adoration for this pairing. In the end, when I manage to block out all the shitty takes and the general toxic community, I find myself to be at peace with them. I don't prefer them as lovers, no, I've always saw them more as sworn brothers/friends who've been through so much together that they are in a way family.

TL;DR ship discourse is the downfall of every fandom because people are too selfish and stupid to take a step back and be rational, they are so caught up in themselves that they don't even care about the characters themselves anymore. 2020 was the last good year before everything took a very big curve downwards because of people who are new to fandom spaces and don't bother to learn proper online etiquette.

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[perfectprofessorloverapricot]

Finding purpose | Male OC (or male reader) Chap 4

Summary: In a world that is dying and there is no way of saving it, the humanity takes mater into their own hands. They flee from their home planet with hope of conquering another in order to survive. Among them, a couple of brothers with no idea what they're doing.

Pairings: Jake sully × Oc (friendship), Tsu'tey × Oc (friendship), Neytiri × Oc (friendship). [No current love interest]

Warnings: Mention of violence, mention of death, manipulative behavior, use of drugs, bad ways of coping mechanisms and obscene language.

Note: - This is not a request and it's the translation of the original story in wattpad. - My native language it's not English - The Oc's name is Eli Thompson. - Edited

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With the second day at Pandora over, the soldiers documented their experiences of what they saw and felt while driving an avatar for the first time. It wasn't anything as detailed as a scientist would describe with the technical names of the neural connection between bodies or something. It was simple. They described it as an experience that couldn't be expressed with enough words or an experience that would blow anyone's mind. They called it a day and proceeded to fall into the arms of Morpheus.

The next day, the routine began like the previous one, they got up, took a bath and went to the cafeteria to eat.

But they never expected that after eating they would be directly called by a pilot to follow them to an area that they are already more familiar with from their years in the army, proclaiming that the colonel wanted to see them.

The woman introduced herself to them as Trudy, detailing that by orders of who they were going to see, she would be the designated pilot for the expeditions that involved them.

"You guys are packing some heavy gear." Jake commented as he saw the ammunition that was being loaded into the Samsun that she indicated as hers.

On the other hand, Eli was looking around, almost feeling nostalgic. Comfortable in his environment, but that did not bring him the best feelings. The last time he was in a place like this was when he presented his resignation letter caused by the disaster on his last mission. The same mission that almost took his life.

He felt a shiver run down his spine as he remembered it.

"Yeah. That's 'cause we're not the only thing around out there. Or the biggest." Trudy replied, with a small tone of amusement at the end. "I need you as gunners. Protocol generally asks me to take 2 soldiers for 1 scientist, but we are short staffed. You would be a lot of help tomorrow."

Eli turned to look at the woman with surprise, but a hint of relief. He wasn't cut out for science and he had to confess that he missed the adrenaline. So much time without being a Marine is already starting to take its toll on him. "Do they really have weapons but enough for avatars?" Eli asked.

Trudy gave him a toothy smile. She almost felt like she was seeing a child after being told that there are going to be gifts for Christmas. "You'd be surprised what toys the RDA can make. Fill out an application saying it's to improve mission performance and they'll give you whatever you want."

Jake nodded in satisfaction. Even if his avatar body was not his own, the idea of entering a hostile forest unarmed only to experience his death firsthand was not the best of ideas. "Well then, you can count on us." Jake said, responding to the request made a few seconds ago. Eli nodded.

"Perfect. I'll see you tomorrow then." She ended the conversation by stopping in front of a slightly more private section among all the mess caused by the army. She pointed to a man exercising in the corner. "There's your man. See you on the flight line." As a last act, she bumped fists with them to say goodbye.

Both soldiers approached the boss, stopping at the metal frame of the security-like cage created for those who wish to exercise and remain out of danger from the rest of the machinery in the place. "You wanted to see us, Colonel?"

"This low gravity'll make you soft…" the colonel began to speak while still doing the bench presses. His voice came out slightly with difficulty due to the effort of speaking and lifting weight. "You get soften…" to give more drama to the moment, Quaritch roughly put the weights in its place, sat up and looked them in the eyes very seriously. "Pandora will shit you out dead with zero warning."

Eli mentally snorted. He had already heard a lot about how dangerous the planet is, but no one had told him how good it could be and he is beginning to believe that someone ordered them to specifically tell them that just to scare them. To mess with the rookies or something like that.

The Colonel stood up and walked until he was in front of them. "You have a lot of courage showing up in this neighborhood." Both soldiers remained silent. The man's tone showed that he was not finished. "You are the best proof that a soldier cannot be defeated… Both wounded in combat and look where you are." Quaritch walked past them and held out his hands for emphasis to show where they were. On the most hostile planet known to man.

"It's just another hell, sir." Jake answered as he turned the chair around.

Quaritch smiled at the attitude. That fearless look is just what he needed to see to continue with his plan. With a nod he indicated for them to follow him. "I was first recom myself. A few years ahead of you. Well, maybe more than a few. Three tours Nigeria, not a scratch. I come out here?…" he turned around walking backwards to point at his scar on the side of his head. "Day one. Think i felt like a shavetail louie? Yeah."

Eli nodded his head, turning to see some soldiers pulling a weapon big enough for the robot suits like the one they were walking to at that moment. A weapon the same size as his body and he bets 3 times heavier.

"Oh, the could fix me up, if I rotated back. And make me pretty again." He paused to climb onto one of the robot's legs and gave it a few strong tugs to test its resistance. Satisfied with the result, he turned back to the couple of friends. "But you know what? I kind of like it. Reminds me every day what's waiting out there."

Before he began climbing the robotic suit, he signaled for the soldiers to ride the elevator next to the suit and stay out of the way.

"The avatar program is a bad joke. Bunch of limp-dick science majors. However..." his voice came out with difficulty as he climbed up the suit until finally falling inside. "It does present an opportunity both timely and unique."

Eli crossed his arms and leaned on one leg to pay attention. The platform he had stood on with Jake finally stopped at the Colonel's level.

"CLEAR." The man shouted as he grabbed the controls of the machine. Someone behind the ex-Marines yelled for them to clear the area. The Colonel pressed the buttons on the panel, satisfied when the engine came to life. "Recon gyrenes in avatar bodies. That's a potent mix. Give me the goose bumps." He said with the slightest laugh in his words. He seemed to find the situation amusing. "Men like that would give me the intel I need, right on the ground. Right on the hostiles' camp" After calibrating the controls to his liking, he turned to the soldiers in a slightly more serious tone. "Listen. I want you to learn these savages from the inside. I want you to gain their trust. I need to know how to force their cooperation or hammer them hard if they won't."

The Colonel's tone did not give room to refute anything, it was directly an order without mentioning that it is an order. Something that neither of them liked. But they are soldiers, they are used to it.

Jake followed up with an important question. "Are we still with Augustin?"

"On paper. Yeah, you walk like one of her science pukes, you quack like one, but you report to me. Can you do that for me lads?"

The newcomers turned to look at each other. One look was enough to know that they both agreed.

"Yes, sir," they both answered instinctively. This loyalty brought a satisfied smile to the superior's face.

"Well, all right, then." With a wave of his glove, the Colonel turned on the robot. He brought his hands to his chest and threw some well-calculated punches, making the suit perfectly imitate his movements.

Jake and Eli backed up a little in the elevator to avoid being hit by accident.

Pleased with the adjustments to his suit, he turned it around to face the former Marines, placing his hands on his waist. Not even his suit seemed to prevent the Colonel from moving with confidence.

"I take care of my own. You get me what I need and you will get what your nation denied you."

The words the Colonel had used had been intentional. He read both of their files in order to not only understand who they are, but to understand how they think. He wants them to know that they are no longer on earth and that under his control he promised to give them more importance.

And they both completely believed it.

"To you Jake." The Colonel began. "I can give you your legs. Your real legs." Mentioning the limbs, the man aimed at Jake's human legs, using the robot. He then turned to Eli. "And to you, corporal. I will make sure that your nation gives you the recognition and apology you deserve. What do you think?"

Both soldiers nodded at the same time and responded. "Yes sir."

"Good." Ending the conversation, he closed the lid of the cabin with his metallic hand, turned around and turned to continue on his way, leaving the two with a lot to think about but only one conclusion.

They have a new mission.

[heartsandstars46]

Half a world away

Under the Silver Lake!Sam x fem!OC

Angst, fluff, humor

CW: Deteriorating mental health, paranoia, cursing, mentions of guns and sex, allusions to danger and violence 

Word count: 2.2k

A/N: I had so much fun writing this?? I really wanted to explore how Sam might interact with a female character who had an actual name (!!), overlapping interests, and wasn’t just a sexualized object. Even if you haven’t seen Under the Silver Lake (and it is super weird, as reflected below), I think you might still enjoy the fluffy comfort aspects, humor, and ‘90s references. 🩷

Emily, a neighbor in the apartment complex, tries to connect with Sam as he becomes increasingly paranoid. Takes place during the events of UTSL.

I was standing on the balcony when I saw Sam go running through the courtyard in that gawky way he had. I still wasn’t sure what to make of him. My one friend in the complex had described him as a “harmless stoner weirdo,” but aside from some mix-ups with the mail, I hadn’t interacted with him much. He was cute, I guess, but definitely weird—and kind of jittery, especially lately. And watching him now, he looked terrified. I didn’t know why I was drawn to him—bird with a broken wing syndrome? That was usually what got me into trouble.

Since I had some of his mail anyway, I decided to just drop by and see what his deal was. I mean, it’s not like I had anything better to do. I didn’t have any “friends” yet in LA.

When I knocked on Sam’s apartment door, the response was a high-pitched yelp. Shit, was he hurt or something?

“Sam?” I called tentatively through the door. I knocked again. “Sam, it’s Emily, the girl whose mailbox is above yours? I’ve got a few more things for you.”

A brown eye appeared at the peephole in the door.

“Oh right, you.”

I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. “Yeah, me. Sorry to disappoint.” On the plus side, the sooner he started annoying me, the sooner I could lose interest in him. Win-win. “Do you want your mail or not?”

I could hear him undoing multiple latches and locks and then he opened the door about a foot. “Yeah, thanks,” he said, breathlessly glancing over his shoulder. His face was paler than usual and his hair all disheveled. 

“Are you okay?” I then remembered the time I’d passed his apartment while he was, ah, very audibly entertaining some female company. Oh god, did he have a girl here now?

“Huh? What?” He asked.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah! Maybe. I don’t know.”

He looked over his shoulder again. Okay, he had to have a girl here. That was my cue.

“Cool, okay, well, see ya around.”

“No, wait!”

I turned back, surprised at the urgency in his voice. His eyes were darting around, and he was visibly sweating. I sighed, annoyed by a new realization. “Dude, are you high?”

“I fucking wish,” he muttered. “No, I just…” His voice dropped to even more of a whisper. “I think I’m being followed.”

“Ooookay. By who? Have you called the cops?”

“Why? They’re probably in on it!” He went wide-eyed. “And if they come here, what if they try to evict me again?”

Was he having some sort of mental breakdown?

“And they can’t know I have this now,” he whispered, pulling a gun from his waistband with shaky hands. Instinctively, I jumped back—nearly out of my body. 

“Jesus Christ, man!”

He looked at me with his wild eyes. “Emily. Emily, right? Emily, it’s all so fucked up.”

My ability to get involved in this crazy-ass shit? Yeah, it was fucked-up, all right.

“Sam, is anyone here with you?” I.E. what would the body count be if I couldn’t get this gun off him? Now I was sweating.

“No, no one’s here.”

“Okay, then can I come in?”

“No, no, the people following me, they’ll hurt you too.”

At the moment, I was more worried about him accidentally hurting me—or himself.

“I’ll take my chances,” I said, nudging him back into his apartment and closing the door behind me. “Can I see this?” Who in their right mind would give this dude a gun?

“My friend went missing, and I’m trying to find her, and everything’s fucking crazy! Nothing is what you think it is, Emily.” He leveled me with a look. “Nothing.”

“I believe you. Let me just…” I gingerly pried his fingers off the gun. “There we go, okay.”

“But I need that,” he whispered, his eyes terrified. “What if they find me?”

“Look,” I said, holding up the gun then putting it out of reach, my heart pounding. “It’s still here, but I don’t think either of us should be holding a loaded gun.”

“Oh, I don’t know if it’s loaded.”

“WHAT?” All diplomacy was out the window now. I glared at him. He started stammering.

“I mean, it might be, I just don’t know, I didn’t load it, and when I shot that other guy—“ 

“Whoa, whoa, stop talking!”

Sam looked hurt. “I’m sorry if I’m freaking you out—“

“No, I mean, stop talking because, plausible deniability, okay?”

“Oh. Yeah, good call.” He waved a finger at me. “You’re smart. Maybe you can help.”

“Sure, yeah, maybe. Can we sit down? Maybe in the living room.” Maybe further from the gun? “Can you tell me what’s going on?”

“Yeah, yeah, in a sec.” 

I moved out of the way so he could redo all the locks and latches on his door. As he did that, my phone started ringing in my back pocket. Sam watched me intently as I pulled it out and took a look at the screen.

“Oh, it’s just my mom. I’ll call her back.”

“Wait, no, don’t stop it—I know that song. It’s… from a Nintendo game?” He somehow sounded both sure and uncertain at the same time.

I felt myself almost smile. “Oh, yeah. It is.” My ringtone ended, and I slid my phone back into my pocket.

“Super Nintendo?

“Indeed. Super Mario World.”

“Huh. Wait, are you into all that shit?”

“Uh, yeah. I grew up on all that shit. I used to destroy all the neighborhood boys at Mario Kart.”

“Ha!” He looked positively delighted. “Which one?”

“Super Nintendo first, obviously, then 64.” 

Well, this was proving to be a fruitful topic. I wondered if maybe he was unmedicated or sleep deprived, and not actually being followed.

“You know, I don’t know that I’ve ever played a girl at Mario Kart. The girls I grew up with were into, like, Barbies and shit.” He lit a cigarette and sat down on the couch. I took that as my invitation to sit too.

“Well, I was into Barbies too. I mean, come on! It was the ‘90s.”

He smiled fondly. “Yeah. We were all better off back then. Just playing video games and running around the neighborhood…..” His expression darkened. “Can’t do that anymore.” He offered me his cigarette. I waved him off.

“What do you mean? I see you’ve got your NES hooked up right over there.”

“No, I mean, if I go out, they try to kill me. If I stay home, they sneak in and try to kill me.”

I was really hoping there wasn’t actual truth to anything he was saying. I’d been trying to maintain a neutral facial expression, but it must have cracked, because he began stammering again.

“Sorry, you don’t have to stay here, it’s probably too dangerous.” 

“Well, full disclosure, I’m really here because I saw you run across the courtyard, and you didn’t look good. Sam, when was the last time you ate? Or slept?”

“There’s no time for that. My friend is missing.”

“You sound like a good friend, Sam. But even good friends deserve to eat and sleep.”

“She might be dead,” he whispered, and my heart nearly stopped. “She just… vanished. One night, we were watching movies, and the next day, she was gone.”

“Maybe she had to beat the rent or something,” I said hopefully. “Does that sound like something she’d do? You must know her pretty well.”

“No, I met her that night—the night we watched movies.”

Wait, what? Was the truth just that bizarre or was he in an actual state of delirium? I glanced around his living room for anything that might distract him—get him back to the calmer state he’d been in talking about Nintendo games. My eyes landed on a pile of magazines on the floor by his TV.

“Stop. You have your old Nintendo Powers?”

“Yeah?” he said, looking confused.

“Can I look at them? See which ones you have?”

“Yeah, sure. Wait, you know Nintendo Power?”

“Uh, yeah!” I knelt down beside the pile on the floor. “I was a subscriber myself. Oh my gosh, look, Nintendo 64 was just coming out. Wow.” I moved slowly through the magazines. “Ocarina of Time! Ah! Love of my life!” I hugged that issue briefly to my chest. “Dude, I remember some of these, like, legit! These covers are unlocking 20-year-old memories. Ah! This was one of my favorites! It had a walkthrough for Harvest Moon, and it sounded like just the best game ever, so I asked for it for my birthday.”

When I turned around, Sam was smiling wearily. He was obviously exhausted, which I took as a good sign.

“Harvest Moon, really?”

“What, were you all about GoldenEye and first-person shooters?” With unease, I remembered the gun in the kitchen.

For some reason, though, he laughed. 

“What?”

“Sorry, this is just not a conversation I’ve ever had with a girl in my apartment.”

I glanced away, feeling my cheeks flush with childlike embarrassment. “No, it doesn’t sound like you do a lot of talking when you have girls in your apartment…”

“Uhh, how would you know?” He seemed more amused than anything. 

I sighed. “One day, I was passing by, and you obviously had company. Loud company.”

“Fuck,” he said softly.

“On the bright side, with how thin these walls are, someone will definitely hear if you get murdered!” Okay, pump the brakes on the defense mechanisms, girl. “Sorry, disregard! You’re gonna be just fine, and I’m gonna stop talking now!” I awkwardly went back to flipping through Nintendo Power and we sat in silence for a few minutes. I really hoped he wasn’t dwelling on the whole “murder” thing.

“Hey, Emily. You know REM?”

I looked up at him. “Like, the group?” 

He nodded. 

“Of course?”

“No, it’s just that I was out with this girl the other night, and she didn’t know ‘What’s the Frequency, Kenneth?’”

“Weird.”

“Yeah, she was probably born in the ‘90s or something.”

“Ugh,” I shuddered. “We just hired a girl at work who was born in 1991.” Sam recoiled in disgust. “I know. Same.”

“1991 before or after REM was on SNL?”

I couldn’t help but laugh. What a way to mark time! “Um… after. REM must have been on SNL in early ’91, and this girl was born in the summer.”

He was watching me, a smile forming. “They were on SNL in April. How did you figure that out?”

I laughed bashfully, staring at my hands, fiddling with my rings. “Because I would have been in first grade then, and I remember walking around my first grade classroom singing ‘Shiny Happy People.’ That was my jam. Dare I say ‘obsession’? And my mom had taped their SNL performance, so I watched it religiously.”

“No way! Fuck! I have a VCR,” he said, pointing across the room. “Do you have the tape?”

“No, not with me,” I said, laughing. “Believe it or not, I didn’t think to pack it when I moved across the country. But you could probably find the performance on YouTube.”

He scoffed. “That’s not the same.”

“Yeah, I know, I love tracking too, it’s the best.” I rolled my eyes, just openly teasing him at this point.

But he laughed! “Oh my god. Do you know how nice it is to be with someone who isn’t asking about bullshit like work, making me feel ancient, or trying to hurt me?”

I just stared at him. “Who are you friends with, dude?”

We both started laughing.

“You might be better off going it alone.” I didn’t realize what I’d walked into at first, but then he grinned at me and started to sing, softly, timidly, and I joined in:

“’Go it alone

Hold it along

Haul it along

And hold it….’”

“Yeah,” he sighed, “everything feels half a world away these days.”

I hesitated, then lightly nudged his hand with my knee. “But not everything is.”

He smiled. “You really came down here because I seemed freaked out?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s very cool of you.”

I just shrugged, blushing. “Why don’t you try to get some sleep? And I’ll… read to you about Harvest Moon.” I waved that issue in the air. “That should put you right to sleep, huh? A farming game walkthrough? Bor-ring!”

He smiled. “Okay, fine. I am pretty tired.” He sighed as he laid down on the couch.

While I flipped through to the right part of the magazine, he caught my hand. “Hey,” he said softly. “Why are you being so nice to me? Why don’t you think I’m crazy?”

I considered that. “Well, because there are people in my life who didn’t treat me like I was crazy when I was going through stuff and probably seemed fucking nuts.”

“Huh.”

“Yeah. Here.” I handed him a throw pillow from the floor, and he put it behind his head. “Okay, you ready?" I cleared my throat. "’You just bought the farm and now you have two and a half years to live off the fat of the land. Harvest Moon is Natsume’s farm fresh hybrid between a simulation and a role-playing game. The object of this game is to turn around a run-down farm and find happiness before your parents return.’”

“That doesn’t sound so bad, really,” Sam murmured, his eyes starting to close. “Living in the middle of nowhere and finding happiness?”

“Yeah, it really doesn’t.” 

[sith-shenanigans]

Introduction and Masterpost

Hello! I’m Io (with an i, not an L), they/them, enthusiast of evil space wizards and other assorted terrible people everywhere. This is primarily a SWTOR blog, but I post about other fandoms occasionally, and have recently fallen down a terrible hyperfixation hole about Fallen London. I write longfic, on a somewhat inconsistent schedule; chronic illness makes it difficult to put out chapters consistently.

I don’t have a DNI, but I block bigots and anyone whose posts I’d prefer not to see. I don’t do shipping discourse, and I don’t necessarily care what you ship, but see the previous sentence; if it makes me uncomfortable, and there are definitely things that make me profoundly uncomfortable out there, I’ll probably block you. (This has much more to do with tone than content—I have triggers, I’m all for people experiencing unpleasant things in safe ways, but the moment it feels like they’re being written as good and sweet and normal I’m going to nope on out of there as fast as I can. For my own mental health, and because the alternative is me biting someone’s head off.)

For my own part, I often write about dark subjects (especially in regards to my SWTOR OCs), and this blog may contain untagged discussion of fictional slavery, speciesism, systemic child abuse, state violence, toxic and abusive relationships, and similar topics. Mentions of sexual assault are generally tagged as “sexual assault cw.” I try to tag discussion of parental or school-based child abuse as “child abuse cw,” as well as in-depth descriptions of it in general, but I can’t 100% guarantee it. I try to remember to tag what friends ask me to tag, but if we don’t know each other well, I may not be able to manage it.

For neurodivergence reasons, I find it extremely difficult to describe images most of the time, but I’m trying to include alt text on screenshots of tags more consistently, and I’m attempting to tag my own posts with undescribed images as “undescribed.” (This includes most of my Fallen London posting, because there’s just enough formatting to poke me in the “cannot easily transcribe visuals to text” issue.)

Liminality/Discontent (SWTOR):

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Discontent Main Cast:

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Sunlight (SWTOR):

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Other/Miscellaneous (SWTOR):

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Fallen London:

Amias Arling, the Calescent Inquisitive. Heart’s Desire. A former freelance detective with a few unfortunate soft spots, who came to the Neath for a case and ended up framed for something their target did. Extremely clever and extremely driven, but embodies the maxim that everyone has a plan until they get punched in the face. Practically allergic to the direct route, unless it seems like no one would ever expect it. And even then, they’d rather take a convoluted way around.

SWTOR:

Liminality/Discontent, a sometimes-AU SWTOR novelization in multiple parts. Has a heavy focus on the implications that the game didn’t go into, the politics of the galaxy, and the pressure the protagonists go through.

like a moth to you, sunlight, a collaboration with my sibling @azems-familiar. Not very much is written on it, because collaboration is hard even when both people involved aren’t chronically ill (and our hyperfixations are largely elsewhere right now), but we love our terrible children anyway.

Liminality/Discontent:

The Dead Star; The Ruin, a prologue of a sort. As yet unpublished. Also works as a standalone work.

Anamnesis, a KOTOR novelization with a certain amount of playing with the format. A tragedy, if a bittersweet one, and a case study in why villains with good motivations are still villains. On hiatus.

Liminality, my pride and joy and occasional mortal enemy. The first and primary of two SWTOR base game novelizations, covering the Sith Inquisitor, Smuggler, Sith Warrior, and Jedi Consular storylines. It deals heavily with loss and family—the latter both by blood and by choice, and sometimes unexpectedly uncovered. It’s also about history, about the boundaries between past and future and life and death—and the things that survive when someone is gone. The galaxy is full of dangerous secrets, and cycles that seem inexorable; in the end, though, what matters most are the choices you make and why.

Discontent, the fic I will someday definitely write. Covers the Jedi Knight, Imperial Agent, Bounty Hunter, and Republic Trooper. It’s about war, mostly, and cleaning up other people’s messes. Nobody gets to step off a battlefield as the same person who walked onto it, if they make it off at all, but there are reasons to keep trying—even if only some of them are good ones. And somebody has to be the one to chase down the conspiracies in the dark.

Sacrifice, as yet not even started, which will cover the portion of the game running from the end of the class stories to Ziost. There’s a fourth fic for the Alliance era, tentatively titled Conviction, but there’s less in my head about how that one’s going to go.

Sunlight:

still my heart is heavy (with the hate of some other man’s beliefs), about spies and loyalty and people making slightly better decisions than they could have. Written primarily by @azems-familiar, who Illami belongs to. (I helped write Ardun.)

Other/Miscellaneous (SWTOR):

your last serving daughter, a collaboration with @reconstructionlegacy. Our silly little AU about Empire and the people who wish they didn’t live in it. Also infrequently updated due to the trials of life and coauthorship.

Fallen London:

None, yet, but it will happen. I can feel it.

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October 10: Fire + Blow to the Head

Written (late) for Day 10 of Whumptloktober. This is another short Linzolt oneshot (featuring my OC Cobra) that loosely follows Decent Things.

Zolt had known the Agni Kais were pissed that he quit to start his own triad, but he hadn’t realized they were pissed enough to try and drop a building on him. He’d been having lunch at Jo’s Dumpling House in Little Caldera—just as he’d done every Tuesday afternoon since he was fifteen—when he heard two fire blasts from outside, and then suddenly the roof was coming down. The last thing he remembered was blasting the front door open—those bastards had locked it good—and ushering the panicked civilians through the opening before he blacked out. 

He was already calculating how much he’d have to give the owner to rebuild before he came to. When he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was his Linny, pacing around, angry as a storm encroaching, and Cobra trying to talk her down. 

“That’s it, I’m calling an ambulance.” 

“Meilin, I know you’re worried, but that’s not how we do things in our line of work,” he said with a sigh. “Hospitals ask questions, the cops get involved—” 

“I don’t give a fuck; he’s been out for hours!” she said, stopping her pacing and whirling on Cobra. “We’ll be lucky if he hasn’t slipped into a coma already.” 

Zolt could hear the panic rising in her voice with every word. Despite the flashing pain in his head, he forced himself to sit up. “Linny, he’s right,” he said, surprised at how weak his voice sounded. 

Lin was at his side within seconds, one hand on his chest, gently urging him back down onto the pillows. “How do you feel?”

“Like a building fell on me,” he said with a chuckle that ended in a wince. 

Lin rolled her eyes and rested a hand against his cheek. “This is why I told you to stay the fuck out of Agni Kai territory,” she said sharply before nodding at Cobra. “And I’m sure he did, too.”

“Many times,” Cobra added. 

Great. All Zolt needed now was these two ganging up on him. “Were there casualties?” 

“No,” Lin said with a look of muted relief. “You were the last one out. The two adjoining buildings went down in the fire.” 

Zolt nodded, winced, glanced at Cobra. “We need to dip into the treasury to make them whole.” 

Cobra shook his head. “This is on the Agni Kais.” 

“The Kais aren’t gonna pay anyone until they figure out who’s leading them,” he said. “We take care of them now, and the Threats have a foothold in Little Caldera for years to come. Get them the money tonight.” 

Cobra looked less than convinced, but merely sighed. “I’ll handle it,” he said simply. “There are two fighters posted outside the door in case the Agni Kais try anything else, and two more downstairs in front of the building.”

“Thank you,” Lin told him, just as Zolt drew a breath to call the measure unnecessary.

Once he heard the door close behind Cobra, Zolt took Linny’s hand and brought it to his lips. Her eyes narrowed, but she made no move to pull it away. 

“I’m sorry if I made you worry, baby.” 

“Who said I was worried?” she replied, rolling her eyes. 

Zolt grinned at her. “I did say if.”

“And I said be careful,” Lin replied. “Guess we’re both bad at listening.”

[dei-lab-assistant]

Nothing Builds a Friendship Like a Crisis (part 3)

Co-written with multifandoms27 Summary: Kaiba hired you to assist Mokuba as he performed his monthly inspection of the local, Domino City branch of Kaiba Land. Unfortunately, Mokuba was kidnapped before your eyes, and now there's nothing left to do but talk to Kaiba about what happened. Dub canon plus a version of DSOD. Female Reader. Set maybe two years post DSOD. Fun fact: I always write my Reader character with personality and specific description. Each reader character also has a specific place in the Yu-Gi-Oh world, and is basically an OC with set connections and feelings about the various canon characters and other reader characters. This is reader B, who is immune to the siren song of romance, cheap, eccentric, logical, and hands-on. Word count: 2,217 You can read part 1 here. You can read part 2 here. The next minutes were a blur of worrying about Mokuba, security men asking questions, and being hustled through staff-only sections of the park. After the third round of debriefing, in the second nondescript meeting room, you wished with all your heart there was a way to help instead of repeating yourself to various Kaiba Corp employees. But there was nothing you could do. You had helplessly watched as men kidnapped Mokuba, and nothing had changed since then—you were still unable to act, stuck in a state of frustration, failure, and misery. By the time you were brought to Kaiba’s office, you braced yourself for his anger. It was almost welcome. If one more soft spoken individual kindly told you everything would be alright, the situation was under control, but would you mind answering a few questions… You hated being lied to, and all the comforting fabrications from total strangers were grating on your frayed nerves.

As the door closed behind you, you took a deep breath. You imagined running away. Each step towards Kaiba felt like a bad idea. Since the plush green carpet ate up the sound of your footsteps, the room was silent but for the urgent clacking of the keyboard as the company president steadfastly ignored you. It had been a long time since you had been here—and back then, Mokuba was filling in as the company president. Another step. Behind Kaiba, light flooded in from the windows making up the entire back wall of the office. Step again. Nestled up against the left wall was a table with a detailed model of Kaiba Land, which you remembered Mokuba showing you the night you had been here last. Step. You couldn’t think about Mokuba now. Step. You needed to stay focused, present, involved. You reached the desk. Kaiba had his laptop out beside his desktop monitor, switching back and forth between the two machines. He never looked up from his screens. You hated to interrupt, so for over a minute You stood in silence, watching his fingers fly over the keys. But if he told his men to bring you here, he must have wanted to see you, or at least chew you out. “You wanted to talk to me?” “In a moment.” Kaiba kept his eyes buried in his monitor, as you took a wider stance and clasped your hands behind your back. Eventually, he asked, “How do you feel?” What?! You thought you could count on Kaiba to not ask about your emotions—they weren’t something you wanted to talk about. “Worried. Guilty.” At last, Kaiba looked up in exasperation, “I meant physically. You were drugged, after all.” “I feel… well enough. What do you mean, ‘I was drugged?’” Kaiba reached into a cardboard box perched on the corner of his desk, and pulled out a clear plastic cup containing neon green liquid. He all but slammed the cup down on the polished wood, “Lab results show trace amounts of an expensive medical concoction in your drink.”  “But… how? When could someone have slipped drugs into my slushy?” “This was from Bishop?” You nodded. “Yeah, and I didn’t set it down until after Mokuba left. So there’s no way anyone could have—” “I don’t have time for your naivete. Bishop drugged you.” “Wha—Why? He was always so nice to me….” Your mind reeled. No one had ever betrayed you before, but it was the simplest explanation. And you had seen three men leave the tunnel and fly off in the helicopter. “I’m sure he wanted two of the guards to stay behind with you.” Kaiba had resumed typing, although he was moving slower now, giving half his attention to you. “Kaiba, I’m really sorry. I should have stayed with Mokuba—” “And what would you have done? Got yourself shot like the other guard with my brother?” “Shot?!”

Kaiba glanced at you, “Consider yourself lucky Bishop only drugged you.” “Is he dead?” “No, but he’s in the hospital.” Kaiba almost sounded, for a fraction of a second, like he regretted his employee being in such a state. But he kept working, acting like the conversation was a secondary concern. “How did Bishop stop the roller coaster?” Your mind had been mulling over the question of stopping the cars ever since the incident.  “He carried a localized field which blocked power to the brakes and triggered their failsafe, causing them to lock up until Bishop left the area.” “That’s impossible. You can’t dampen electricity like that. An EMP might have knocked the power offline, but then the cars would have been stuck there.” “It’s possible. My stepfather sold designs for such a device to the military.” You crossed your arms, “Fine, but no one would have access to those designs, much less the device itself.” “Despite my efforts, there’s still old Kaiba Corp tech scattered across the globe, and not exclusively in the US military.” “Seriously?” You supposed even Kaiba couldn’t always buy his way out of other men’s contracts. “But in this case,” Kaiba switched to his laptop, “an unauthorized individual accessed those files internally. Probably Bishop.” “He’s a hacker?” “Or his boss is, and Bishop followed his instructions in order to steal the plans, as well as several other, more recent files related to Solid Vision.” “I would have thought that was impossible too.” “Almost impossible. The bypass was impressive. I’ve been rebuilding the system’s security protocols from scratch this week, but the damage was already done.” Silence fell again, and you wondered if the conversation was over. You were tired. Shoving your hands into your pockets, you asked, “Am I still going to need to talk to the police after this?”  “Why would you talk to the police?” Kaiba stopped typing and stared at you with genuine curiosity. “Because I watched your little brother get kidnapped!” “I know, but what do the police have to do with it?” “Well, yeah, okay, it’s probably the FBI’s job, and not the local police, but you know what I mean.” You were rarely sarcastic, but there was no reason for Kaiba to be so pedantic. To your surprise, Kaiba stopped typing, leaned forward on his elbows, and pinched the bridge of his nose, “I thought Mokuba explained our situation to you.” “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You were more confused than angry. Kaiba sighed. “I’m sure you’ve heard the super rich can do whatever they want?” “Yeah, but I’ve never believed it.” “It would be more accurate to say we can do whatever we want, to those in our league.” You stared blankly.

“If a corporation kidnapped a random child, the government would intervene on behalf of the kid, but they won’t interfere with something like this. I’m expected to use my own resources to rescue Mokuba, or take revenge on his kidnappers—whatever I want, so long as the perpetrator is playing the same game. And of course, there’s always the possibility for further retaliation from the other side.” You grasped desperately for words. “This is…” Kaiba had ripped aside the curtain, revealing a view of the world you were never supposed to see. “Where does this leave someone like me?” “Employees of Kaiba Corp are under my protection. Any of my rivals who bothered or harmed my people would know to expect retribution. And of course, we’re careful not to harm unrelated… civilians.” Kaiba paused, as though questioning his choice of words, then continued. “If someone like Pegasus grievously hurt one of your sisters, then the government might get involved, and the whole thing could drag out in a multi-year legal battle. No one wants that.” “And where do I fit into this?” It felt like you had tumbled into a dangerous world running parallel to your own. “You?” Kaiba leaned back in his chair, “Right now, you’re an edge case. Although your decisions today will plant you squarely in, or out, of the game.”   You wondered what decisions Kaiba was talking about, but didn’t feel ready to ask about them. “So, why would Bishop do something like this? Shouldn’t he be on your team?” “Until last year, Bishop worked for Knightly Rook. When he applied here, he said he didn’t respect his boss, and wanted to work for someone with real power. But now, I know he never left his previous employer.” Kaiba smirked, “The man will regret crossing me.” “Knightly Rook kidnapped Mokuba? Why on earth would they do that?” “The company has been pestering me to meet with their president for months now. Apparently, they won’t accept that I refuse to collaborate with talentless hacks.” “And their president thought kidnapping Mokuba would enable him to win you over? The man is a moron.” “He thinks he can use this to prove he’s better than me.” Kaiba aggressively struck a few keys on his keyboard and swung around his desktop monitor to show a paused video. A graying redhead with a roguish grin and playful green eyes stared out of the screen—the president of Knightly Rook, Reginald O’Malley. Wearing a silky black shirt and perfectly tailored matching suit, the man looked more professional than Kaiba; and his mahogany tie and cane added an extra smidge of respectability. As the video resumed, the camera slowly zoomed in on his face. “I tried to play nice, Mr. Kaiba, I really did. We could have built something grand together.” From behind his desk, Kaiba snorted at the assertion.

“Alas, I could handle your refusals,” the video continued, “but your spurious claims that my company is nothing but pathetic puffery were an affront to my pride, sir.” Twirling his cane with practiced ease, the man continued. “And as you can see, I’m ready to challenge you, to show the world it is Seto Kaiba who should be pitied, as I rip from your inhospitable grip everything you hold dear.” You had heard O‘Malley many times, but never like this—with menace lurking behind each cheerfully delivered word. Although as his threat grew more obvious, some of the cheeriness fell away. “But of course, I propose a fair match, Mr. Kaiba, me and my Queen, against you and yours.” O’Malley switched to a mocking tone, “And worry not, I am aware you are a pathetic man, who has never known the sweet joys of a female companion, but I speak metaphorically.”  You and Kaiba shared an annoyed look at the assertion of singleness being equal to patheticness.  The video continued, “I am the black king, you are the white king, and each of us shall bring our strongest piece with us into symbolic battle via your favorite game. The stakes are high, and poor, young Mokuba awaits his dear older brother.” O’Malley chuckled, “The black king has made the first move, what will you do next, Mr. Kaiba?” Kaiba paused the video and rotated his screen back to its usual position as you asked, “I thought white always made the first move in Chess?” “Correct. But apparently he overlooked that detail when composing his speech.” Kaiba crossed his arms. “Will you be my tag-duel partner against this imbecile?” You were caught off guard by Kaiba’s question, delivered without preamble, “Shouldn’t you ask Yugi to be your partner for this duel?” An image of Mokuba suffering because you lost surfaced in your imagination, only to be ruthlessly shoved away; you needed to stay focused on the conversation. Kaiba stared at the top of his desk, “Yugi’s in New York, and we’re on the clock.” The last time you had agreed to help Kaiba, the two of you had ended up scrubbing floors in Pegasus’s castle, which felt like nothing compared to what was at stake today—Mokuba’s safety. “Why choose me?” You trusted Kaiba to give you an honest answer. “I’m not the strongest duelist around.” “You care about Mokuba almost as much as I do.” Kaiba’s mask of impassivity slipped, an almost childish desperation in his eyes. “And I trust you.” Having tasted betrayal for the first time today, you understood the value of his declaration. Your mind splintered into factions, wanting to accept his offer, arguing other candidates would be a better choice than you, screaming to take action, whispering that joining Kaiba on this venture could cost you a great deal—your privacy and anonymity, your safety, your right to be excluded from these power games. But your friend was asking for help, and your almost-a-little-brother needed you to rescue him. The seconds of confusion ended. You planted your hands on the edge of the desk and leaned towards Kaiba. “I’m in. But not as an employee, or a subordinate. As friends. Equals.” Kaiba stared into your eyes, as though seeking your resolve. “Very well.” “Also, you know that outfit you had made for me last year that matched yours? I wore it to Pegasus’s party to help you try and win a bet?” “Of course.” “Do you still have that? ‘Cause if we’re gonna play this guy’s stupid game, I want to lean into the aesthetic while we trounce him.” A smile tugged at the edges of Kaiba’s mouth. “I’ll see what I can do. Here.” Reaching into the cardboard box again, he handed you the deck box you had left in a locker back at Kaiba Land. “You’ll need this.” Part 4 ______ Want to try something slightly different? Check out my reader-insert masterlist.

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Should I Write/Post My DROR Fic?

So I have like basically an entirely fleshed-out story and lore for a post-canon/canon-refresh fic that involves a poly relationship between Red/Chloe/a female OC named Accalia. It's got Ace & Chester from the book, fleshed-out Wonderland magic, and a helluva lot of research across the Descendants/Alice in wonderland worlds backing it.

Lots of headcanons you may or may not agree with, like genderqueer (primarily-masc) ADHD Chloe for the biggest example, and also a decent bit of gore planned (not super descriptive though, enough for my character to have lost her arm and needed a prosthetic built).

The only problem is, I'm so busy with my work that I wouldn't have time to really update that often. There would either have to be big pauses between chapters, or I would write the whole thing in AO3 and just publish when I'm done (which is what I prefer anyway).

I'm really only writing this for myself tbh I don't care if you guys read it or want it or whatever, but it would be really amazing if you did! Plus, it could end up being used as an example of my writing style that I can use for traction for my original book series that I'm writing. I mean, ideally I wouldn't be focusing on this fic at all since my plate is so full already, but the DROR brainrot is unavoidable lol.

Anyways, the story would (probably) be called "A Wonder In The Madness (A Chaos In The Storm)", and the story premise along with the first chapter sneak peak is below, plus some background details and info about my OC, Accalia Badewulf and links to my other idea dump posts here on Tumblr.

Also you guys showed interest in my other posts so yeah here's dinner lol @ladubsaints @stupidemigod

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"Hearts... What did you do?"

When Red and Chloe return to the present time, the first few changes are immediately noticeable. For one, the tyrannical Queen of Hearts is now a friendly, bubbly ball of sweetness, an obvious carbon copy of the younger version of her they met in the past. Chloe got her mom back alive, which is all she could ever ask for. On top of that, apparently the two of them are childhood best friends due to their mothers' closeness. It's all seemingly perfect, practically a fairytale beginning in and of itself.

That is, until a rugged brunette named Accalia barrels into the fray. Along with her fiery intensity and standoffish nature that Chloe is beginning to think is standard for Wonders, Accalia brings grave news—the timeline is much more different than it seems, and it's going to take all three of them to piece together their new past without alerting anyone to the not-so-permitted adventure through time.

As tension brews between the trio, heavy history is unraveled alongside suppressed emotions. None of them are prepared for what lies ahead, but if they can learn to lean on each other... who knows? Maybe something more will come of it.

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My other posts about the story lore n stuff:

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MEDIC! Part 35 (Donald Malarkey x Fem!OC)

OK, so it's long and there may be a treat at the end 😉

WARNING: 18+, you've been warned!

Based on the HBO show and the actors who portray the characters, not hate to anyone involved.

Tag list: @imusicaddict, @b00ks1ut , @mstiemountainhop, @awaterfalls anyone else please let me know.

George leaned in placing a gentle kiss on my cheek before handing me over to Don. We pressed ourselves together as I wrapped my arms around his neck. I didn’t say anything as we rocked. I rested my head on his chest listening to his steady heartbeat. 

I was so tired fighting with him, I missed being in his arms.

“Are you still mad at me?” He asked gently, his voice rumbling in his chest I laid my head on. 

“Yes.” I said curtly. “But I’m more sad than angry.” 

“I’m sorry for my cruel words and accusations. I’m sorry for hurting you.” He whispered

“It doesn’t matter anyway you don’t believe me.”  

“That’s not true, I do believe you.” 

I pulled back to look into his eyes. “What? But you said you wanted space?” 

“I did. You basically blew my mind, more than once! I needed some space, to breathe, to think, to wrap my head around what you had shown me. I understand I was cruel and I didn’t handle the situation very well. I stormed off and left you to think the worst, and then I ignored you for a couple of days. And for that I’m sorry, that was never my intention, but you do have to understand that at that moment I wasn’t thinking very clearly.” 

I nodded my head as I listened to him. 

“I still can’t believe you’re from 2023.” Don shook his head in amazement. 

“Hey, shhh. Not so loud!” I pulled him closer looking around to make sure no one had heard him. 

“You’re the only person who gets to know this secret about me. Also I’m not telling you anything about the future ‘cause I’m not going to spoil it, but also I can’t remember most of what happens.”   

Don laughed and smiled down at me. I felt my heart swell, I had been so sad without him that my whole body ached. But with just one smile I felt as if I could fly. The feeling didn’t last long when reality crashed back down, I would still have to leave. 

Malarkey seemed to be able to read my inner thoughts as his face grew more serious again. 

“I spoke to Speirs.” 

I cautiously raised my glance towards him.

“You’re not planning on coming home.” He sounded disappointed and hurt, I could see it all swirling behind his brown eyes. 

“I can’t.” I bit my lip as he sighed. Don was the only person I could now truly explain myself to. 

“If the shimmer appears again, I think I have to go.” I explained to him, but he shook his head. 

“Who told you that?” 

“No one told me that, but I don’t think I would be allowed to stay.” 

“And why is that?” Don questioned. 

“Well, what if I stay and the things I do change the course of the future and the world falls apart because of it. This isn’t my timeline to change. There is a theory called the butterfly effect. It's basically one small change in the atmosphere that can cause chaos elsewhere. If I stay and alter the present it may detrimentally affect the future.” I rambled on as his brows knitted together. 

“But you’ve been here for months, wouldn’t that have affected the future?” He asked. 

I sighed, shaking my head, “That’s not just the only reason I can’t stay. Don, I wouldn’t be able to get back into America. I’m not legally a citizen. I wasn’t born there, I have no identification, I don’t even have a family who can vouch for me.” 

I watched him bite his cheek as he thought. “Surely there would be another way?” 

“Can we discuss this another time? I came out to clear my head, not worry more about things.” I pleaded. I was fighting panic attacks most of the time when I started thinking about my choice. 

My biggest fear when I was younger was death, an odd fear for a child to have. But when your mother is diagnosed with an incurable cancer and is told she only has so long to live, the fear of death is explainable. 

I remember laying in bed thinking of dying, the thoughts were so overwhelming, all the unknown. Suddenly I would be here alive and then I wouldn’t, buried under ground. Would I get to live again, or was that it? Would I be content with my life, even thinking of it now sent my heart racing and stomach twisting. 

I never thought I would have a worse fear. 

Turns out when you lose everyone you loved, death seems more enticing. 

Now I’m back in a space where I am loved and love others, and the fear of death creeps back in. 

However my death has a new face, a new perspective. 

Do I stay and potentially cause so much chaos the world falls around me, killing everyone I love. Or do I leave those who I cherish most, in a world I can never return back to, being unsure if I saved their lives, and never getting the answers I want. 

The choice had me spiralling, and now I had another factor. Don knew my choice, and he knows what he wants me to choose. I know he will choose selfishly, I don’t blame him. But it’s my choice in the end, and I can’t be responsible for more death. 

“Hey, I’ll drop it. Don’t look so worried.” Don’s fingers found my chin lifting it slightly to meet his eye line as we swayed. His hand dropped down to my racing heart. 

“It’s ok.” Malarkey cooed softly, pulling me in. I dragged in deep breaths trying to calm myself before I slipped into a panic attack. 

“Can we talk about anything else, please?” I whispered shakily. 

Don pulled back as he nodded his head. “You’re beautiful. I didn’t get to tell you.” 

The comment quickly pulled my focus as a blush spread across my cheeks. 

“When I saw you under the starlight, I just about fainted.” He smiled brightly down at me. 

“Ok big guy, I said talk about something else not lie to me.” I chuckled, patting his chest. 

“Lie to you. Emily, my god!” 

“What?” I exclaimed as he looked at me incredulously. 

“You seduced me in the middle of war when we barely showered and wore the same clothes for days on end. Even then I thought you were so fucking sexy. And then you come out in this dress all done up. I lost my goddamn mind when I saw you. All I can stare at is your plump red lips and all I can think about is how badly I want to rip this dress off of you.” Don whispered in my ear, his lips trailing the sensitive skin under my jaw. 

My eyes widened as thoughts flooded my head, I couldn’t stop thinking about Don ripping the dress from my body and then devouring me. 

I swallowed trying to focus on him, but the smirk he held as he glanced down at me sent me reeling. I fanned my hot face, trying to calm down my racing mind. 

“Got you all hot and bothered did I?” Don chuckled into my ear. 

I opened my mouth ready to retort when Lieb cut in. 

“You two, let’s go, the bar’s closing!” He yelled. We looked around the room, finding that everyone else had cleared out and the barman had started aggressively sweeping towards us, signalling for Don and I to leave. 

I hadn’t even said goodbye to any of the ladies I had come with. I hoped they got home safe. Don took my hand and led me out of the bar. The rest of Easy stood outside waiting for us, they smoked and talked amongst themselves. Seeing that we had finally come out, they started back towards the camp. 

Don and I walked behind the group, our hands intertwined. 

“I love all of you.” Don whispered in my ear. I looked up at him shocked. “I know you Em, you can’t hide anything from me.” 

“You knew I would be upset about that?” I asked. “I’m surprised you even remembered.” 

“Emily, I remember every conversation I have with you. You are permanently seared into my brain.” He lifted our hands kissing the back of mine. 

It was weird to think he thought about me as much as I did him. I hadn’t been loved like this in so long. I would miss it. I shook the thought from my head before it consumed my mind. I wanted to focus on the now, I would cross that bridge when I came to it. 

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We finally arrived back at the base. Don and I bid goodnight to the men as they all headed back to bed. But Don stayed at my side. 

“Are you not going to bed?” I asked as I nudged him with my elbow. 

“Not unless you’re coming with me.” 

I laughed loudly, trying to muffle the sound with my palm, I didn’t need to wake the whole base. 

“What has got into you?” I playfully hit him as he grinned.   

“You.” Don’s lips fell onto my cheek, kissing me gently. 

“Don.” I whispered harshly, trying to look around to make sure we weren’t spotted. 

“Yours or mine?”

“What?” 

“Are we going to my bed or yours?” He elaborated. 

I gawked at the man, at a loss for words. He didn’t give me a chance to choose, scooping me up into his arms, he headed towards my bed.  

My room was a single bed, with no roommates. The army was still trying to enforce the no fraternising policy, and had separated me from the men. Little did they know I spent months on end sleeping in holes with the lot of them.  

Don refused to put me down to unlock the door, as I awkwardly reached out from his arms trying to get the key into the hole, his inability to keep still was making it harder than it needed to be.  

“Open the door.” Don laughed as I missed the lock for the millionth time. 

“Put me down and this would be a lot faster.” I said in a sarcastic sing-songy tone. 

“Never!” He declared triumphantly as he nuzzled his face into my neck. I yelped, trying to fend him off as well as open the door. 

Finally after wrangling Don, I got the door unlocked. I was going to turn around to give Don a shit eat grin but the tall redhead had other plans. Like a golden retriever on steroids, he bolted into the room and threw me onto the bed. I flew through the air at a great speed, landing in a heap on the soft comforter. 

I lifted my head to look at the man in disbelief, only to find his whole body flying towards me, arms outstretched like a tiger pouncing on its prey.  

“Don!” I yelled in what felt like slow motion as he descended upon me. His lips smashed into my cheeks as he peppered my face and neck with kisses. 

“What is going on?” I tried to pull him back to ask him but he wiggled free as he nipped and sucked at my bare skin. 

“You, Emily, have been taunting me all night in that dress.” He panted breathlessly as he finally ceased his assault. Don’s eyes met mine and the need that exuded from his pupils had my heart pumping. 

“I thought I looked nice, but not that nice.” I uttered in shock. 

“You’re kidding?” Don shook his head in disbelief. 

“You look like a goddess. As soon as I saw you I knew I was done for.” The comments from Don made my cheeks hot. Never in my life had I ever felt desirable, and here he was almost drooling over me. 

“I think you need your eyes checked or something.” I joked half heartedly, Don gaze was pinning, so much so it caused goosebumps to raise on my skin.

Malarkey’s eyes darkened. "I think your eyes need to be checked, sweetheart. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, and if you think I'm going to let you talk like that, you're wrong."

My mouth fell open at his bold statement, a nervous chuckle falling from my lips, but his comment vibrated straight through my core. 

“I don’t think you understand the absolute chokehold you have on me.” Don’s eyes bored into my soul. 

Teeth found my lower lip biting gently, but it wasn’t mine. Don had captured my face in his hands pulling me forward to take my lower lip into his mouth. I couldn’t stop the moan that fell from my lips as my hands dragged down his back. In moments his mouth was on mine, kissing me with such hunger it was as if he was starved. 

His hands slid from my jaw up into my hair, tangling at the base of my neck as he pulled gently, causing me to gasp. Don had me pinned to the bed, his weight bearing down on me, we were so close I could feel the heat growing between us. I couldn’t help myself as I bucked my hips up into him, he groaned into my mouth as our tongues explored each other. 

My hands fell to his top, ripping open the buttons of his shirt, I heard them clatter to the floor but paid no mind as I helped Don remove his clothes. 

Don was much more gentle with my dress. He stood from the bed pulling me with him. Malarkey bent down gathering the hem as he slid it up my legs slowly, pressing his hands into my inner thighs as he did so. 

I lifted my hands over my head as he slowly stood, pulling the dress with him. Don kissed me gently on the lips before he removed the dress altogether. For some reason I felt more exposed and vulnerable than the last time we were together. I covered my arms over my stomach, aware of how on show I really was. 

Malarkey’s brows furrowed as he watched me. He stepped closer pulling me into him. Don captured my wrists bringing them back down to my sides.

His fingers traced down my arms, swirling across my stomach as he circled me like a shark. His fingers trailed my skin as he walked around me. I physically shivered as Don’s hot breath fanned my bare shoulders. Taking my hand he led me over to the full length mirror in the corner of the room. I stood in the reflection still wearing my undergarments, Don stood behind me only wearing his pants. 

Malarkey pressed my back into his chest as he watched me in the mirror. His lips found my ear as he pressed soft kisses to my sensitive skin. 

“Do you see how fucking stunning you are?” Don asked as his hands travelled down my skin.

I shook my head, I only saw plain old me, nothing special, nothing remarkable. I never found myself to be beautiful or attractive, I was just me. 

“Should I spell it out for you?” Don whispered as he continued to stare at me in the mirror. 

“I love your curls, how they frame your big eyes and gorgeous face, they cascade down your pretty neck to your shoulders.” He presses kisses to each part of my body. 

“Your chest, that drives me wild.” His fingers dipped inside my bra playing with my hard nipples. 

I shivered as his fingers traced down the middle of my abdomen, I tilted my head back into the crook of his shoulder sighing in pleasure.

“Focus.” He muttered, bringing my head forward again to look in the mirror.

“Those curves.” I giggled as he lightly glided over my hips tickling me as he went. 

“Every part of you is perfect, Emily. I will never stop telling you how much you mean to me.” 

Even in the heat of it all his words had me choking up. Tears welled in my eyes. I took a shaky breath trying to regulate my feelings. No one had ever loved me, all of me, and voiced it so openly. I had never been loved so fiercely. 

“I love you so much, Don. I love you so much it hurts.” I let the warm tears slip down my cheeks as I turned and buried my face into his chest.   

Don’s laugh vibrated through me. I raised my head, watching his eyes crinkle at the sides as he tipped his head back laughing even harder. 

“What’s so funny?” I asked confused. 

“I’m trying to make love to you, and instead I’ve made you cry.” I couldn’t help but join in the hysterics. I grinned up at the man as he finally found his composure looking back down at me. 

“I love you so much it hurts too.” My face cracked, I didn’t think I could smile any bigger. I lunged at Don, standing on my tiptoes to kiss him. I cupped his face in my hands as he bent down to deepen the kiss. 

“So what are you waiting for? Make love to me already, big man.” Even though I had asked for it I couldn’t help the yelp that left my lips as he picked me up and carried me back over to the bed. 

He laid me gently on the bed, his fingers dragged the rest of the clothes off my body. My hands found the belt of his pants, hastily undoing the fastenings and tugging them down until we were both exposed fully. 

We kissed each other hungrily, needing to be closer to each other than ever before, like we wanted to crawl into each other’s skin. His fingers traced my every curve, memorising me with his fingertips. I did the same, my lips trailed down his body, licking and sucking as I went. I watched in satisfaction as his head fell back against the bed as sighs and moans left his lips. 

I had never felt so wet in my life, my need dripping down my legs. Through hazy eyes Don reached down between my legs swirling over my core, I muffled my screams into his neck. 

Don flipped us over so I was on my back and he loomed over me. His face hovered over mine as he stared lustfully down at me. 

I wriggled in anticipation, I could feel him resting on my stomach, I needed him inside me. 

“What are you waiting for?” I breathed softly. 

“You.” Don murmured, his voice low and filled with need. 

“I’m all yours Don, no need to wait.” 

“All mine?” Don couldn’t stop the smirk that spread across his lips. 

“And I’m all yours. No one can ever take you from me, they will have to pry you from my cold dead hands.” Don’s lips brushed mine as he spoke, sending shivers up my spine. 

I smiled up at the beautiful man that lingered above me. Who would’ve thought that putting my hand somewhere it wasn’t supposed to be, I would end up with the most breathtaking love I had ever experienced. 

Don lips pulled me from my thoughts as he crashed down into mine. His hips ground against mine, causing gasps and squeals to leave my throat. 

Malarkey raised up onto his forearms, one hand snaked down to between us. I watched him move himself to my entrance, his eyes flicking up to confirm with me I was ready. I bit my lip nodding my head. My hands found his hips as he slowly slid forward into me. 

I sucked in a breath as he slowly pushed into me, I watched his eyes squeeze shut as she held his breath. We stilled together, before he rocked back. The action caused pleasure to ripple through my body. I gripped his shoulders, pulling him down onto me. 

“God, you feel so good.” Don breathed out, his voice thick with need. 

I couldn’t form a sentence as my head swirled with lust. The only noises that left my mouth were moans and whimpers of pleasure. My fingers dug into the soft flesh of his back as he moved slowly in and out of me, his pace beginning to fasten as ragged breaths fell from his lips.  

Don gripped my hips, angling himself so that he was thrusting deeper inside of me. 

“Don.” I gasped, my head falling against the bed as my eyes rolled back in my head. 

“Don’t stop, please.” I begged, I had never heard my voice so desperate. 

Malarkey shifted from his position drawing out of me quickly, I whined at the loss of his cock. My head shot up from its place on the bed, I gawked at the man. But my shocked glare didn’t last long as he stood at the end of the bed, bending forward he gripped my hips and tugged me down to him. 

With my hips hanging off the end bed, Don’s hands clutched around my ass lifting me to meet him. I arched my back as he slammed back into me with no warning. A strangled scream left my lips as pleasure coursed through my veins. 

Now only my shoulder blades made contact with the comforter, the rest of my body was suspended in the air. Don moved in and out of me faster, the sounds of our heavy breathing and bodies slapping together filled the small room. 

My hands found my breasts, squeezing them as Don slammed in and out of me, cursing silently under his breath as he watched me. 

“You’re so fucking stunning, Em.” Don growled lowly. 

In one smooth motion Don flipped me onto my front. My feet were placed on the floor as he gripped my hips. The angle we were in meant that he plunged in deeper than before, hitting the spot that made my eyes roll back in my head and toes curl. Don’s fingers tangled in my curls pulling me so that he could kiss me. His free hand snaked around my waist pulling me closer. 

With every thrust I came nearer to my edge. Don’s lips attacked my neck, nipping and sucking as he went. I gripped onto his arm that held me tightly to him, my nails digging into his flesh, I felt as if I were about to float away if I wasn’t anchored down. 

I whined as Don left me, clutching to his arm to keep me on my feet. 

“I want to see you finish.” Malarkey whispered in my ear, his hands found their way under my thighs as he picked me up. I wrapped my legs around him, as he walked us back to the bed. 

Don lay me back down as he hovered above me, his lips pressing to mine as he slid back inside me. I sighed in satisfaction as he filled me up again.

“I love you.” I whispered breathlessly when his lips left mine. 

“I’m glad we found each other.” Don replied back, finally sending me to my finish. I shuddered underneath him as he did the same. With our breaths mingling and bodies intertwined, we completed each other. 

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Chapter 36

[death-in-a-handbasket]

I swear to myself I am done making idv ocs,,,,, but I have an obsession with character design & making ocs and here I am AGAIN with my next one so I can build a nice big story where all my ocs are definitely happy ٩( ᐛ )و

He is finally the 'staff are a part of the manor' concept you inspired me with,,, hes the key holder ,,has the key to every room in the manor and is just kinda there in the background of everything,,, he brings that 'fading away into the flowers' vibe to the function that the haters just can't understand yknoe

I swear I don't abandon my original ocs they are all very loved and I'm trying to stop this creation addiction now💯

His name is Lavinia (or Vinnie) but he doesn't really share his name aside from theoretically some of the other workers? Raghhh,, sorry it's late by me so this is probably senseless rambling. I think he'd get along somewhat well with your character staff (I think that's the. Only way you've reffered to them,,, idk I cannot remember rn I'm sorry I need to go sleep, the one with luca)

He's not really shipped w anyone because he's very averse to most relationships in any way but,, yea

I enjoy him greatly !! he's rather solemn and gorgeous, I fuck with this. ALSO KEYMASTER JOB IS SO BALLER >>> I approve 10/10 he is canon 2 me. I'm imagining anyone who has been accidentally locked out of their room damn near falling over in surprise as this guy manifests next to them like he spawned out of the floral wallpaper and asking very morosely if they need some help. he just pulls an absolutely massive ring of keys out of his pocket and as he's unlocking their door for them they ask very nervously how he manages to keep track of all of them but when they look back he's fucking gone

also don't worry about relentlessly making ocs, I do the same thing, I love making self inserts and I have a shitload of fandom independent ocs but I fear I don't attend to them often enough </3 I am an absent father for sure I fear

as for staff, don't worry, they don't have a name, staff IS their only name, that's the only one they give out to people and they stubbornly refuse to give themselves a name or have anyone else give them one. they have a complex of sorts surrounding not existing, where because of their status as a non-human and their deep seated feeling of mundanity they consider themself not applicable to the title of being real

him and luca have a whole dynamic surrounding names that I'll put below the cut if you wanna read :0 !

okay. okay. so.

their dynamic to start involves staff trying to keep luca at a distance and luca trying to learn more about them and their non-human design as is his curious nature, thus they have a stubborn vs stubborn type feud that isn't really addressed as a feud but is there nonetheless

staff calls luca by his last name to enforce a sort of social distance and hold that divide of human vs non human, they are nameless and he is not, it’s also meant to hold him at an emotional distance because to use his first name would imply closeness. staff enforces this distance this because all they know as their identity is being separate from the manor guests they serve--further yet, sometimes when they do it it’s out of rudeness and to deflect him from them and sometimes it’s more out of self destruction than anything, such is the refusal to acknowledge one’s own being as worthy of humanity

on the other end of the situation it is a double edged sword of sorts for luca, being called by his last name has become strange to him as it’s been a long time since any part of his name has been spoken with even the slightest air of politeness, after being in prison it feels good to be referred to by any name at all, especially without ardent malice and disgust. however he’s aware of the separation they are creating which stings a little because he really would pay to hear them call him by his first name, even once would be pleasant. plus being called by his last name solely makes him feel a bit like his father, which stings in its own right,,,,,,he has mixed feelings on his last name for this reason

circling back once more, staff prefers not being referred to at all because it enforces the idea that they are in fact nothing, and while being called staff is a vague compromise of sorts, they are still off put by being given any title at all, not just for the humanity implication, but for the strange feeling that not referred to at all feels more comfortable and in tune with who they are (non-existence complex aside) than any name they could possibly have, such is the indecision of someone struggling to decide whether to be real or not

luca struggles in both situations, both options feel degrading to him, especially in the eyes of someone who has felt degraded and sub-human while in prison, to place someone in the category of less than human makes him feel oddly guilty despite the fact that he’s not the one enforcing this standard

he still finds it degrading to see them as nothing, names are very very important between these two and their choices of which moments they decide to address each other has its own subtext to it

that's all !! have a good day :33