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an-abyss-of-stars · 2 years

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He Saw Her At Daybreak: UPDATE

Maybe I lied, Chapter 4 needs more time!! I spent a lot of time editing the latest IVAIC chapter, so I'm going to give myself a bit more time to finish this chapter.

IN THE MEANWHILE! I was on Pinterest looking for face claims for Rhaemond's babies in this fic, and long story short I fell down a rabbit hole that lead me to an app where I could create my own AI character designs, mixing genetics and whatnot to make original looking characters (not usually a fan of AI art, but for fic purposes I guess wtf it's not like I'm selling this anyway).

Anyways! Here's some cute new content that's not really spoiler-y! Rhaemond's first baby girl through various stages of her life!

The Many Faces Of:

Vaella Targaryen

Vaella is the firstborn child of Rhaena and Aemond (baby Vaella will join us in the fic by chapter 9 or 10!), she's the eldest of six children. She has her father's indigo eyes but favours her mother more in her physical features (facial features, hair texture...etc)

She was happy to be an only child for the first two years of her life…until her twin baby brothers were born. At first she hated them, she didn't know what they were, two little things that only cried and hogged all of mama and papa's time. (It wasn't true of course, her parents still made loads of time for her). It would take some time to get used to, but by the time she was three or four, she'd grown to like the twins. She'd plop them down in her chambers and play games with them, have tea parties and tell them tales. They'd smile and laugh when she did something funny for them, and eventually they became her little partners in crime.

Now she always had her father's temper, even as a child, she was prone to rage and violence if she ever felt cross. She was fierce and determined, and as Aemond's precious little girl, he spent many hours reading histories with her, teaching her Valyrian and of course training her with the sword to make her formidable. She loved her early morning practices with her papa, as well as going for long flights on Vhagar with him.

But she could also be incredibly sweet...when she wanted to be. She's Rhaena's little angel (even though Rhaena knows her baby loves chaos and destruction). Vaella loved sitting and reading with her mama just as much as she loved fighting and training with her papa.

She had the whole of Dragonstone wrapped around her finger, all the servants and maids knew well to keep on the little Princess' good side, lest they face her wrath or worse yet Aemond's.

As years passed by, and Vaella received more and more siblings, she took her role as The Eldest quite seriously. It didn't matter if her younger brothers grew taller and stronger than her, she was always the better sword fighter, the better dragon rider and she was far more skilled than any of her siblings. She was a force to be reckoned with and the realm knew it. Any slight against her family, her parents or siblings, was a personal slight against her and she would reign FIRE AND FURY on anyone who dared.

She'd grow into a true beauty, many of the Lord's and noblemen of the realm found themselves in awe of her, her presence commanded attention and fear (with her father present it only made the noblemen even more frightened). Vaella was adamant she didn't wish for a snivelling Lord as a husband, if a man wanted her hand, he'd have to earn it, he'd have to defeat her in single-hand combat...TO BE CONTINUED...maybe 😂

Her dragon will either be Cannibal, Grey Ghost or new one from a clutch from Vermithor and Silverwing! 💖

This was just a fun little addition I wanted to share! Also YES i have created art for ALL 6 children, so maybe I'll drop their little life bios as fun little bonus content! Cause I think the kids are going to be pretty young in the actual fic, we won't see them all grow up in those 20 chapters.

Rhaemond kids in order:

Vaella Targaryen (135 AC), Daemion Targaryen & Aelyx Targaryen (137 AC), Valaena Targaryen (138 AC), Naerys Targaryen (139 AC), baby #6 & #7 (142 AC), baby #8 & #9 (153 AC)

#rhaena x aemond #aemond x rhaena #hotd fic #hotd fanfic #vaella is my favourite actually! I love the little mini-me she is for her daddy Aemond #hope y'all enjoyed this little fun aside!#Anywayssssss i'm gonna head back to making sure this CH.4 is put out soon!

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starchild--27 · 8 months

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Here's A Little Get-To-Know-You Tag Game!

Tagged by: @flaredpantsagenda thank you Mon!! it's been ages since i last did one of these ^-^

Name(s): Selma, Selmi, starchild - whatever you want to call me is fine ^-^ (i have no cool internet name besides 'starchild', maybe i should make one up 🤔)

Pronouns: she/her, but i am fine with any :D

Star Sign: taurus

# Of Siblings & Fun Facts About Them (if you have any): one younger sister who is the best person i know and who -sometimes- people think is my twin? 90% of the people don't see it, but these other 10% keep popping up... (that was the fun fact btw)

# Of Pets: one cat who lives with my parents. he is my son.

Fandoms: i'm most actively involved in my kpop bubble rn (EXO, Stray Kids, aespa mostly atm). also, if you scroll through my blog for 3 seconds, you will see a lot of Good Omens as well. but there are a lot of fandoms i am occasionally or have been very involved in. i still consider myself part of the Percy Jackson fandom (tho i haven't seen the new series yet 🙈), i love Star Wars, Lord of the Rings and Harry Potter (in the JKR loathing and practicing a critical gaze kind of way), i love the neil gaiman universes, i loved the Grishaverse books, my favorite manga is The Case Study of Vanitas and so on and so on... i've been into a lot of things and still feel like i missed out on so many cool other fandoms xD

Favorite Color: blue 🌠

Favorite Song: if i was asked this at gun point, i would be dead- (sorry, i have a hard time picking favourites anyway, and for that one i gave up trying long ago)

Favorite Author: again. there is no way i can pick a favourite. lol sorry for being boring like that but it is what it is. the author i read the most books of might be Haruki Murakami but i wouldn't say i prefer him for any particular reason, i love other writers and their stories just the same amount and for entirely different reasons.

Hobbies: making up stories, chatting with friends, hanging out in tumblr, making music, reading (i wish i did it more again these days..)

Favorite Holiday: 🎃👻

Do You Have Any Partner(s)?: in crime? sure, my besties and group of friends. romantic? nope. (and i am overthinking that)

Fun facts about you/anything extra you wanna share!: i've been into crocheting lately. and made my sister a clown opossum for christmas, which i finished 7pm on christmas eve (bc ofc it was a last minute idea). the most parts i did while binge-watching broadchurch. twice. pro tip: have better time management than i do. xD

Tagging: @vampwrrr @soft-jihoonie @dontbotheraziraphale @groovystrangerree and every mutual and non-mutual who want to do this ^~^

#tag game #i've been thinking #maybe i should make 'salem' my fake internet name 🤔#it's an anagram of my actual name it's witchy it's gender neutral / ambiguous it is sort of perfect actually-

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safyresky · 2 years

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Alright so Ive been having Crystal Springs Actor!Au thoughts where CS is just a live action series (the outtakes/blooper reels I have in my head about this are perfection) BUT! Do you have any irl people that serve as inspiration for how your ocs physically look? Are any of them based on how someone looks in real life.

BONUS: if you had to make an irl cast list to play your ocs irl who would you choose?

Okay. So. Jacqueline. 100%. Was a self insert OC. I am NOT afraid to admit that, and when I say "she is me I am she" I am NOT even joking. (But also I am not delusional lmao, I knwo we're not the SAME PERSON). So I guess Jacqueline SORTA looks like me????? It's funny, she's the ONE CHARACTER IN MY HEAD THAT I DO NOT HAVE A VERY CLEAR IDEA OF HOW SHE LOOKS BC I GO RIGHT. ME. SHE ME. Then I go ANYWAY and sip my iced cappuccino filled with chocolate milk and move on and try not to think too much about it, lol.

Blaise has some inspiration from my partner in crime, the fiance himself, Richard! He gets the shoulders and hair that goes UP from Richard. He's just a bit more square but even then, Richard's main shape I'd say is square. I insist that he doesn't though because it bothers Richard but I am a LIAR. Blaise has Richard vibes and that was on purpose.

But yeah, aside from that, no! Nobody else in CS has looks they share with IRL people I know. When I was 11/12 and making the Frosts, I was like "I'll just use my mom and dad and siblings!" but that was just not feasible bc I couldn't reconcile how they acted (bad) with how the Frosts would act (good), so that idea never flew. My Mom and Dad are just okay at best, Blinter tho? Blinter???? They are ROCK STARS and I want EVERYONE to NEVER FORGET IT

Their relationship is 50% based on me and Richard, and the other 50% is Gomez and Morticia from the 1964 series, mainly :)

Midnight, one of the Time Keepers, was 100% based on my best friend back at home in looks! But aside from those little bits and pieces, most of the cast of CS does not resemble people I know IRL.

AS FOR YOUR BONUS. OH BOY

So I have 0 thoughts on cast for live action. BUT. CAST FOR ANIMATED SERIES? I HAVE MANY THOUGHTS.

Mark Hamil would be Blaise! I think he could pull it off, man's got the RANGE and Blaise has a very specific voice in my head! For Winter, the closest I could get is Emma Thompson with how she sounds in my head. Jacqueline stole my voice, so we've got that going for us! I'd straight up fight any potential Jacqueline actors, I'd be like THERE CAN ONLY BE O N E (me). Besides, most creators of animated shows do one or two voices, so you BET I'd cash in on that >:)

Twins, I've got zero idea who'd voice them. Obvi, Marty is Jack and you can't just replace talent like that ¯\_(ツ)_/¯.

And Pyros, lmao, I think it'd be funny if Jeff Goldblum voiced him >:). I like the thought. No I will not elaborate (I simply, cannot!)

Ana has some gr8 ideas for Elle if I remember correctly (Zendaya?!?!?!?!) But in my head, Elle sounds like Ana 🙃🙃🙃🙃.

UNFORTUNATELY that's about as far as I've gotten! I also briefly thought Meryl Streep as Winter, but Emme Thompson sounds sooo much closer to Winter in my head that she beat Meryl, the absolute legend.

For the rest of CS characters, I'd want the most UNHINGED VAs possible. The most chaotic actors you can imagine. Feels good, feels right.

OH I'd also replace Scott with Tom Hanks, because A) I like him and B) Tom Hanks (Woody) yelling YOU ARE A TOY and shoving Tim Allen (Buzz) off a roof is a very funny mental image that makes me feel better in the worst of times! :D

#dani answers #alpharra #crystal springs #Kaley Cuoco would also be a very fun VA for Fiera lol #she sounds CLOSE to fiera in my head. CLOSE #the ONLY exception to my 'unhinged actor' rule would be Fino's VA. They'd need to be SOO CHILL #but yeah them's your thoughts from safyresky industries!#thanks for the ask boo! v much liking these things this weekend

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tropicalfreckles · 2 years

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Okay I still have to fix some anatomy and clean up stuff (I wanna do a full outline and color for them), BUT HERE IS A WIP OF LUPIN IV CHARACTERS.

Left to Right

Renee Lupin (her brother and her are hawaiian/french/japanese) (older twin, uses a magnum most of the time, other times uses brass knuckles) (while both her and her brother were thieves, he was more of an artist about it and she was way more seedier when she went solo. pissed off too many people eventually and had both Interpol and many criminal organizations on her ass. the better shot between the two, she doesn't piss off as many people as she used to now lol)

Lupin IV (weapon of choice is a Walther PPK) (younger twin, won the Lupin name in the end(Renee wanted to claim his name) during a few years of him and his sister being rivals from the ages of 17-24. he saved her life from when she flew too close to the sun and they both became partners after that) (both love the thrill of being a thief, he prides himself in doing things his own way)

Haru Archer (Jamaican/Japanese) (ex-mercenary for hire that was trying to rise up the ranks in the mafia that hired him. his deceased dad was friends with Daisuke Jigen, both used to be some of the top snipers in the business and that carried over to Haru, who is a great sniper and good at hand to hand combat to fend off people that try to flank him. He originally just took this job because he knew he had a skill for shooting and wanted to support his family, but his huge extended family cut off ties with him when they found out he was killing people for a living. Misses his estranged siblings a lot. Joined the Lupin gang after he failed to kill Renee, who his boss had old beef with and tried to kill him for his failure. Renee kept him from getting killed and the two sparked a respect and rivalry for their skills with guns. Joined because of her, becomes Lupin IV's best bro later.)

Ryoichi Ishikawa (Japanese and literally the baby of the kids and the shortest. he's actually not in a life of crime or anything like that in in anyway, he's the youngest brother of Goemon Ishikawa XIV, and is majoring in Japanese History and Mythos, along with minors in world history. He wants to be a professor, and although he doesn't understand the route his brother went, he respects it since it's how their dad was and keeps in touch with his older brother. Sometimes gets dragged into Lupin IV bs and groans about it. Not much of a fighter but knows how to use a gun enough to not get killed.)

Goemon Ishikawa XIV (Japanese as well, older brother of Ryoichi. didn't inherit the zantetsuken, actually earned it in a duel with his father. took many years to achieve, though, his dad whooped his ass a lot LOL. while walking a similar fashioned path as his father, he also tries to understand all the strange choices his whole family has made. half of them were bodyguards for hire, which made sense, but some of them (especially his dad) would take part in stealing from others. he has a bit of a black and white mindset for a while until he meets lupin twins on his path of self discovery, he is set to kill them. he never really respected or understood the legacy or man of lupin iii even tho he only vaguely remembers meeting him twice as a child, so he has about as much less respect for his kids as well. after failing a month of killing him, the people who hired him put a hit on goemon as a lesson for being a 'piss poor hire'. he had been pretty well keeping up with lupin twins, they just happened to get lucky every time in not dying. after a big fight breaks out and he takes down a lot of guys, he still gets his ass kicked to the teeth and lupin iv and renee save him. while he's healing him and lupin iv have a big enlightening talk that i have saved somewhere but i dont wanna write this longer than it is atm lol. it basically ends in him finding a newfound respect for them and ends up joining them a lot, tho he still goes off to do his own thing too)

Sayuri Mine (is this her real name? who knows lol, both her and her sister are cheeky like that) (Japanese, youngest Mine sister and a world infamous jewel thief. She does espionage from time to time with her sister, she's very much like her mother in many ways but also a bit different. For example, she doesn't backstab nearly as much as Fujiko since she's a tad more sentimental though she keeps things interesting and still likes to come out on top of everyone. Easier that way to protect yourself. She had met the Lupin twins briefly here and there as kids but totally forgot about that since she didn't pay it much mind, and ran into them again when Renee and Lupin IV had just started teaming up as adults. She ended up getting way with a famous painting over them since her appearance seemed to throw them off, much to Renee's annoyance. Ever since then she found their partnership intriguing and would get roped into things, Lupin IV enjoying how much of a wild card she could be.)

Kiyomi Mine (japanese, older sister of Sayuri and more of a spy than a thief. She prides herself in her work and wishes to be the best of the best in the espionage business. Same age as the Lupin twins, her and Renee have an interesting rapport even though Yomi always calls her out whenever Renee is bitching at Sayuri. she cannot stand lupin iv most of the time, thinks he has a head up his ass and is going to get her sister hurt. sometimes teams up with the lupin gang (mostly initiated by her little sister dragging her into it), always is dressed in a fashionable suit and is pretty versatile in many weapons.)

Kiyoko Zenigata (Japanese. Might have an older sister, still working on that idea, but she has taken the route of going to interpol in a similar fashion to her father, but she isn't an Interpol agent because of the Lupin twins. She became one after showing explementary work in Japan and was invited to join Interpol. A good chunk of her superiors do respect her and she does have people when she takes over a new Lupin taskforce that respect her, but it wasn't easy. She was originally given the new Lupin case as a joke that she wasn't very happy about, she wanted nothing to do with the name Lupin (even tho Lupin saved her as a child, and she had a soft respect for him); she thought it was ridiculous because she was a Zenigata that she got stuck with two brats living it up off their dumb father's name. Eventually after catching them the first time, she realizes it's not like that and has a new resolve to catch them for good. She sees a challenge to take that is worthy of her attention and goes for it. Kiyoko is very headstrong and has a huge resolve just like her father, although she actually has more of a life outside of her than he does. But she takes the case very seriously and puts her everything into it.

She's a divorced single mom to a teenage boy as well. The oldest of the whole group.)

#my art #wip #renee lupin #lupin iv #arsene lupin iv #lupin iii ocs #lupin the third #lupin iiii #ryoichi ishikawa #goemon ishikawa xiv #haru archer #sayuri mine #kiyoko zenigata #kiyomi mine #lupin iv gang #lupin twins

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uniquevocashark · 2 years

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igraine for multiples of 10!! and if you're feeling spicy, throw catherine into the mix for the same questions :3c

First, i am so sorry this is late i have been living with the guilt of not replying ever since asdnkajsnd

anyway! Questions from here

10. Your character has discovered that they only have a week left to live. What do they do with that time?

Igraine is egotistical enough to not believe it at first, the first and second day would be her completely living in this denial until she caves to Castello and takes more tests. From there, her time is all about cheating her way out of death; her thought process is always that she can get another body if it comes down to it. She would spend most of her time with Castello as well, as they are extremely close.

Catherine is a lot more normal in her reaction to the news, being more familiar with mortality and without the continent sized superiority complex that Igraine has. She would spend at least a day reminiscing and crying, and deciding what she wants to do. Given the choice of how to spend her time, she would immediately return to her hometown and hunt the rest of her family down before sorting out her will. Without the choice, she would become a permanent fixture at Lady Dimitrescu's side until she dies, at which point she would be turned into wine.

20. How would your character define love?

Igraine defines love as unwavering commitment bordering on obsession, lacking all morals. For her, doubt is impossible to have for people she loves; its why shes so loyal to Lady Dimitrescu and Castello. All that matters is proving that, no matter what, you'll be there; its something i'm super excited to explore in the forbidden happy end fic, since this clashes with Lady Dimitrescu's more romantic ideas of love.

30. Does your character have a family? If so, do they get along well with them?

Yes! Igraine has a big family, if you count the hundreds of other weskers running around. She only knows about ten of them that are still alive, and is only close with Castello, to the point where they market themselves as twins. Otherwise, she doesn't know her birth family and has no desire to find them.

Catherine has a dad, two siblings and a niece. They were very close knit before she disappeared in the romanian wilderness, as they shared a lot of the same tastes in music and movies and worked close together but they wouldn't get along if she returned after working for Lady Dimitrescu.

40. Do people expect a lot from your character or look up to them for something? Why or why not?

For both, yes. Other than just job obligations, Igraine also bears the expectations for being a "better species" from Castello because of the whole eugenics upbringing. It's doubled as Castello is mold infected and thus they can't be the same as they want to be.

Catherine, as one of Igraine's and Lady Dimitrescu's favourites, is also expected to perform well. Specifically, she's expected to show enough aptitude for favourable cadou exposure.

50. What's their earliest memory?

Igraine's earliest memory is walking in an umbrella observatory. It's a very fuzzy memory since it's ~40 years old. She remembers the walls turning blue as the roof opened and going from a pitch black room to see a sky dotted with more stars than she had ever seen in her life.

Catherine earliest memory is a family day trip before her other dad passed. She remembers the smell of the ice cream and suncreen, the buzz from the cicada she caught and the clear sky, though the faces in the memory have begun to blur.

60. Have they ever committed a crime, or something they felt was wrong? What was it?

YES. Igraine's liberal approach to morals lends itself handily to her life of crime, from petty thievery up to bioterrorism. There were only 3-4 times she's done something that felt wrong, the big one being lying to Castello about why she killed their partner when they were younger. (It was because of attempted blackmail).

Catherine has committed larceny and torture, but she has only ever murdered one person, and she's felt terrible about it ever since.

70. When it comes to clothing, what's their style? Do they prefer natural or formal? Skinny or baggy?

Igraine prefers formal clothing and leans into the flamboyant style (and yes, i did google fashion styles). She tends to go for oranges and yellows, and prefers big chunky accessories. In the castle she's much more subdued, but that's because Lady D chose her clothes.

80. How do they spend a rainy day?

Igraine likes to spend time outside on rainy days. She'll either wait until the storm is really ramping up to go for a walk or will wander around when its constant but light. Once she's had her dunk, she spends the rest of the day in blankets reading, or prepping for sunnier times.

Catherine drinks a hefty amount of coffee and is Lady Dimitrescu's preferred accessory during rainy days. Her hands are much steadier than anyone else in the castle, making her ideal for painting sessions, darts, harp playing and tinkering and fixing simple electronic mishaps. Otherwise she remains in the staff quarters, playing cards or dominoes when she doesn't need alone time. She's very social, so she tends to be around people when it rains.

#delunesnumberonefan #i promise i didnt forget im just mentally illed :((((#igraine wesker chief of castle staff #catherine house steward of the castle #asks #answered asks #dimitrescu staff ocs

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princessrainbowpastel · 2 years

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Does anyone else think the Chucky series is really ooc or is it just me?

I’ll be honest I haven’t watched any full episodes because I don’t have cable or a subscription option to watch the show and I haven’t had the time to actually find a bootleg website to watch it lol so I can’t say I know everything about the show lmao but yeah. I have watched LOTS of clips on YouTube so I know kinda what’s going on for the most part.

I just think that the characters (the old ones not the new of course lol) are really ooc to me. Like Chucky just wants to take over the world like an evil villain now? Okay then? You do you I guess? Andy, Kyle, Nica, and even Eddie in the flashbacks didn’t bother me though. They all seem pretty in character (also we don’t know anything about Eddie Caputo except that he was Chucky’s best friend and partner in crime in Child’s Play so we can assume he’s just as messed up and crazy as he is. So that’s why I’m not super bothered by his character. Also I’m glad we FINALLY got some background info on Chucky and how he met Eddie and Tiffany but anyways) but Tiffany, Glen, and Glenda’s characters really felt ooc and so did their relationships.

Like the twins don’t remember Chucky? And Tiffany told them he was a deadbeat who left them? (Okay well that I can understand because she was kinda pissed at Chucky at the end of Seed, but it seemed like they made up when Curse and Cult happened, y’know? But yeah Chucky loved his kids. He wasn’t the best dad ever, but he tried to get along with them and wanted what was best for them at the time just like Tiffany did). Anyways, like did they get amnesia or something because you’d think they’d remember everything that happened during Seed even after getting separate bodies and being human babies and all that? Like we’ve seen at the end of Seed that Glen still remembers their mom as Tiffany and their dad as Chucky after 8 years of being human. Glen even received Chucky’s arm as a gift for their 8th birthday and kept that picture of them and Chucky all those years. I mean, yeah that could’ve been some kinda supposed nightmare scene but even still that shows proof Glen remembered who their parents really were as a human, so y’know…that’s really weird that they just randomly forgot? I can understand Glenda not remembering much since they were kinda in the background of Glen’s mind, but would come out when wanting to commit violent acts. I mean, we even hear Glenda say they remember killing Joan in Seed of Chucky, but they think it’s some reoccurring nightmare/messed up memory. Like I said, I get that, Glen was mainly in control for most of the movie so that would make sense, Glen forgetting though, does NOT make sense. And you’d think if they did remember that they’d tell their sibling because they obviously are super close in the series (which is really awesome because even I assumed that the twins would have contrasting personalities and dislike each other lol) and tell each other everything. Oh also Chucky NEVER called Glen or Glenda “Shitface” that was Glen’s “name” given to them by that goth British “ventriloquist” (I think his name was Psychs?) before they actually got named by Chucky (and Tiffany). Chucky laughed at their name when they introduced themselves, but he NEVER called them that. In fact, he wanted to give Glen a name so he wouldn’t have to call his own kid “Shitface”. It was never an “affectionate nickname”. I think they just wanted to make a reference to Seed of Chucky by making another plot hole lmao.

Also the twins don’t know about Tiffany being a murderer or that she’s actually Tiffany and not Jennifer Tilly? She most likely still killed even while the kids were growing up and they probably would’ve noticed right? And yeah Tiffany was still acting like and being referred to as Jennifer Tilly since she took over her body, but she was still Tiffany y’know? She still had her Tiffany traits. And y’know Glen should remember that their mom’s name was Tiffany and their dad was Chucky and all that. I mean, Glenda watched Tiffany kill that nanny at her birthday party at the end of Seed and Glen’s whole deal was that they hated killing and violence while their parents killed people, you’d think they both would remember that right? Nope guess not, random amnesia for the twins for dramatic plot purposes I guess?

Also Tiffany’s toxic relationship with her kids is SO ooc for her! She’s such a horrible mom to them which is like a total 180 from the kind of mom she was in Seed. She was so kind and caring and affectionate and always tried to think of Glen’s (and Glenda’s) needs before her own even if that meant to stop doing what she loved (which was killing of course). I mean, yeah she had the whole thing about Glen being a girl and all that (of course that was a different time in 2004 so being non binary and queer wasn’t widely accepted yet) but other than that she was a really good mom to the twins even after they were born (as humans) and she always dreamed of settling down and having a family (she even felt that way in Bride of Chucky, wanting to marry Chucky and have kids with him). So why is she so awful now? Is it because her kids are grown now so she can act however she wants or something? Idk that’s just really weird to me that she’s like super selfish and not the sweet and loving mom she used to be.

The only other thing that bothers me is Tiffany’s relationship with Chucky. Like yeah we’ve seen in past movies that their relationship can be pretty toxic sometimes (or most times), but for the most part they adore each other and they’re basically soulmates lol. I mean Chucky eloped with her in Bride when he was acting like a total ass the whole time, that says something doesn’t it? He loves her and she’s just as crazy about him, they’re just mentally unhinged and psychos so they tend to argue and fight a lot (they also have big personalities too so they kinda clash sometimes). Idk I just miss Chucky and Tiffany being in love with each other like in Seed and Bride. I wish they’d bring that side of their relationship back because it was really nice to see and the fans love it tbh like Chiffany is A LOT of people’s OTP so I guess that says something too lol they’re like Bonnie and Clyde or I guess more like a Harley and Joker but less psychologically abusive lol

Oh also, Tiffany would NOT call the cops on Chucky the night he got murdered. That’s just not like her. She’s always been ride or die for him. I mean she even collected papers about his murders and him getting gunned down after he died. Maybe she was super guilty and started obsessing over him because she got him killed? Idk. Also wasn’t it Sarah that called the cops on him because he was holding her (and I guess Barbara when she wasn’t at daycare) captive and he was away getting her more sunflowers? Also that whole plot also feel just a tad ooc to me. So Chucky was cheating on Tiffany the whole time because he met a hot milf at a bbq? Idk that just doesn’t seem like Chucky. I mean he was out there trying to act like such a loving husband and family man to her when he despised the thought of marriage and kids for the longest time with Tiffany (y’know until it ended up happening anyways lol). That’s weird right? Is it because Tiffany’s just like him and he wants someone innocent like Sarah? I doubt it tbh. Also Eddie was there as a get away driver for Chucky the night he got shot so you’d think he just killed someone with him, y’know? Why would Eddie be there while he was hanging out with Sarah? Was he his ride or something? Because Chucky said he was gonna pick up Barbara from daycare, but Sarah told him to stay and the cops ended up coming (because Sarah most likely called them while Chucky was out). Now I did notice that Sarah was gagged and chained to the bed/couch/table thing she was laying on so maybe that’s why she supposedly didn’t call the cops, but it’s weird that the cops showed up THERE and that Sarah stalled him long enough for the cops to get there. Or did Tiffany know about him and Sarah and knew where he’d be? She was apparently pissed that he killed someone while she was at the store and she thought killing was “their thing” so it was practically like cheating on her, but there was never any mention of another woman he was cheating on her with, so yeah. Idk that whole plot is just so weird to me

Anyways, as you can see there’s lots of plot holes in this show (and pretty much in the newer movies too lol) that honestly made me not want to try and watch it now and the characters are just too ooc for my liking. Imma just stick with my version of the Ray family if you don’t mind lmaoooo

#rant #long post #chucky series #Chucky #child’s play #princess posts

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characternerdocs · 2 years

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I posted 1,238 times in 2022

79 posts created (6%)

1,159 posts reblogged (94%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@ofmymuses

@icybreaths

@chickypoodoodloos

@ludicrous-musings

@everythingfox

I tagged 1,114 of my posts in 2022

Only 10% of my posts had no tags

#lilith - 124 posts

#vincent - 122 posts

#heather - 121 posts

#partners in crime - 72 posts

#rox - 70 posts

#logan - 68 posts

#heath - 45 posts

#jewel - 44 posts

#emery - 40 posts

#artair - 35 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#i also feel like em would be very suspious of jewel in the vampire hunter au as in my timeline that fall after ramiel ''break up' with heath

My Top Posts in 2022:

"Aren't you a little young to drink?"

I gonna be honest; I have no clue how old Rox is anymore. Originally they were seventeen- the age I was when I the year I made them. But with cementing and polishing of other character's backgrounds, Rox's age has kinda become a mystery...

ANYWAY- enjoy Rox ft. Beelzubeth and Beelze . . . Looks at list of Lord Fly names . . . Beelzeblip

Crazed logic and math below cut

TL;DR: Rox is 21, I guess?

the events of the canon timeline takes place in early spring of 2016. so Levi has just hit his 30's. he was born in early October but the exact year of his birth is hazy with his serve memory lose- but he forcefully adopt Rox as his sibling after he leaves Gelnbrooke, and Rox is still impressible but ultimately damaged (So Rox would have to be pre or early teens?)

The O'Dare Twins were born in June, 1990- making them 26 (But Levi met and looked out for Heather in Glenbrooke. Levi left before Heather and Heather escaped when she was 19 or 20 so let's say 2010)

Logan is a year younger being 25- her car accident happening in spring of her senior year of high school, 2008 (But Rox has to be an age that isn't too creepy as they somehow get involved in a queerplatonic poly relationship with Heath and Logan...?)

So lets say... Levi is five years older then Heath and Heather- making him 30 and born prolly in '85 then... he'd be 24 when Heather escaped Glenbrooke and he would have met Rox by that point

Idk, let's Rox was born in 1994, 9 younger then Levi, that would make them 21 at the start of the main timeline as Rox's birthday is in December.

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They condemn because they do not understand

About this piece...

It sorta a redraw. It was a commission I got years ago from a person I was friends with in college. However we had a rough falling out and I didn't take it well.

I really loved the composition of this piece, but I can't enjoy the commission since the friendship turned sour...

See the full post

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@icybreaths says:

I say: yes the shirt’s in his wardrobe

Or a version of sorts.

And it reads, if it’s difficult to see, “Dear Life, When I asked <<Could things get any worse?>> It was rhetorical. Not a Challenge.”

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This was indented to be a wholesome drawing.

I blame the vibes I got from this playlist

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My #1 post of 2022

@icybreaths ||| Cont. from here

The entity's eyes shifted onto the icy spear that pierced the permafrost beside him. It was about time she made her introduction, he was starting to worry if she would stalk him until the icy terrain simply receded.

He turned, the long red fabric of his one shoulder cape whipping in the wintry gusts. Meeting Jewel's eyes with his, completely dark as shadow except for the two smoldering red suns of his irises which studied the feral figure before him.

He wanted to explain that he came not to fight but to foster connections amongst the demons that resided outside of Hell’s domain. But a tug from within his chest told Abidel that Jewel wouldn't be open to talk, but prefer to brawl. She was a creature of the old ways, which cared little for niceties or charm, rather carrying on with brutality of tooth and claw. A method Abidel was quite familiar with himself.

Plus he was a trespasser within her land, she didn't take kindly to those who came uninvited. Abidel respected that. Additionally he was the mysterious stranger so many have been taught to fear, not a factor that proved him much of a warm welcome anywhere.

He wasn't afraid of fight, Abidel knew as he grab the bident that he had strapped to his back, that with the return of the staff's prolific powers he walked away fairly unharmed. But Jewel, how would she fair against such an odious artifact? If Abidel couldn't pull his punches due to the reawakened nature of the bident, would he destroy her?

He had come to mend bridges not to sew more discord and strife. But what choice did he have?

"I did not come to you looking to fight." The entity spoke in a voice that rolled from his throat like tobacco smoke, warm and intoxicating, but undoubtedly dangerous. "But I am inclined to give you one."

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#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review

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sleepyselkiesims · 4 months

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Part 70

Hinata took charge of mixology for the wedding, knocking out 2 of the wedding requirements right away!

Jane also fulfilled a requirement by making a toast to an empty room. Talk about over-eager!

Thyme missed the toast, since she was so busy gushing about her excitement to her twin.

Meanwhile, Snow White did her best to ingratiate herself with her daughter-in-laws family. Not even too-famous-to-talk-to status could stop her natural charms!

Thyme was so grateful to her mom, and promised to make her proud. Even though, of course, she already had; finally, Snow White's dream of having a child get married was coming true!

Shoutout to Apple for managing to get the Queen family in the right room! Well, except for Attina. But she always skipped the festivities.

The benevolent god had provided bouquets for the fiancees, but both had managed to misplace them when it came time to walk down the aisle. Maybe some sort of wedding sacrifice?

Thyme totally definitely didn't cry while walking down the aisle.

If Jane was overwhelmed by her future family-in-law's rambunctiousness, her composed walk down the aisle sure didn't give anything away!

She only had eyes for one sim there.

...Yes, hi, Adrina. We know you're here.

Anyway, back to the happy couple!

Thyme beamed the all the way through her vows and slipping the ring on her True Love's finger. On the other hand, giving Thyme her ring might be the one time Jane lacked confidence!

Not to worry! Thyme had enough confidence for both of them.

To finish off the wedding, the joyous newlyweds headed to the dance floor!

As always, they had to outshine everyone!

Not that it was hard...

Nope, still not about you, Ariel.

The happy couple shared their first bite of cake together under the gazes of Thyme's siblings. (Jane's entire family ran off half-way through)

With the festivities wrapped up, Thyme took a moment to say her goodbyes to her twin. Sage and Thyme had very different life paths now, but they were still each other's number 1, partners in crime forever.

With that, Thyme officially moved out with her new wife, ready to start an up-scale life in DelSol Valley.

Bonus

Ack, a ghost!!! ... Nope, just Snow White's creepily pale skin genes coming through.

#sleepysims #sims 4 #Snow White #disney princess legacy challenge

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profewriting · 1 year

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AmaOC (aka my jokage yumeship)

(art by Michi)

(first warning, I've already written half of the post and suddenly GOT DELETED, I'm fucking pissed off so this was written with half hearted, sorry)

Before talking about them, I wanna introduce my OC aka Miyō first. So, here she is.

(art by Cenayang_Surya)

(art by Nao)

(art by Michi)

Miyō (美葉) is an unlisted agent from D-Agency. She was recruited in secret and was trained by other agents to prevent information leakage (thus why she sees half of D-Agency's spies as mentors, though she'd still won't back off to making fun one of them or get annoyed whenever they're trying to mention/compare her with Miyoshi). She is Miyoshi's little sister, but there's no further info about Miyoshi and Miyō as siblings (you can interpret it yourself; whether they're related by blood, or half siblings, or even twins—both of them won't tell you the truth).

She has a deep hatred toward Miyoshi and her actions most likely were driven by her resentment. She's gentle with children and animals, but keep skeptical toward human. A jealous creature with envy as her seven deadly sins. I often portrayed her animal form as fox (which also lead to Japanese myth about fox spirit that often deceived people with their tricks and transformations—this also relate to her most skilled capability; acting). Her height is 160 cm with code name [Fang] and her (fake) birthday is June 22th. Her first love actually is Sakuma.

Now, let's dive into the yumeship 🐬🦊 aka AmaOC! :D

(art by Michi) (if you get confused with her bangs, this actually her first design before I finally put effort(?) and made her with different bangs)

(art by Michi)

Another reason why I often call them with AmaOC is to prevent people misunderstanding this with Amari x Miyoshi which often shortened with AmaMiyo (yes, that ship also exist). Thus why; AmaOC.

I also like to use 🐬🦊 (at least in Twitter) to portray them; since we know Amari has a very close connection with dolphins and Miyō's animal form is fox (like I've written at the beginning).

Anyway, this yumeship isn't very different or special. This ship actually came when I was zoning out and thinking, "hmm, I think Amari is the only agent that exist without me shipping him hardly with anyone"—then, boom. Here I am, eating my own words :)

Basically they're just like (cough) partner in crime couple, the power couple type. Amari has been mentoring her during training and probably just thinking her as a mere girl (who was lost in a bad place). Miyō didn't like him (yet) (haha) and thinking he's a jerk who keep changing romantic (or bed) partners as him canonically talking to Odagiri why he keep changing woman in preview for episode 12.

So, yeah, after that it's just another type of love-hate relationship before it finally came into romantic one (although Miyō actually/canonically (by me) was died after Pearl Harbour incident) (HAHA).

I think after that Miyō would see him as someone she can rely on (especially in her worst, or during her bitterness emo era), while Amari sees her as, well, cute (especially when crawling broken and bruised to the top), also as another spy from the same agency tho (so he actually kinda admitted her skills and capabilities).

So, yeah, finally it came to: dog person x cat person; smile all the time x grumpy all the time; calm energy x angry energy; "i don't need protection" gf x "trust me, she won't need them, YOU'RE the one who need them" bf; calm bf x angry gf; height different couple (15 cm height gap); age gap couple (Miyō most likely 23 y.o while Amari probably around 28 y.o, thus 5 years gap).

Miyō basically still gets jealous (and irritated) whenever she found out him sleeping around (whether it's for work or just another escapades), but she's just like, ("ok fine, I also sleep with another man when it involving work tho") and trying to brush that off (but still bitter and ALWAYS mention about it in front of him). So, jokes on her, she was, "eww, what a jerk" to "oh right, he's MY jerk, fuck it" (HAHA).

#my yumeships #my canon x oc ship #canon x oc #AmaOC #please forgive my poor english

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eldritchazure · 2 years

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here’s part 3!! it’s a bit shorter i think but ya know

in the third year, alrighty stralka had long lost count by that point, things had almost settled into a new kind of normal. they scavenged for food and resources, stole when they needed to, and fought with other urchins and sometimes even local law enforcement when to defend themselves and their meager supplies. their hair grew wild and unrecognizable from the neat bowlcuts they used to be. they acted more rihannsu than vulcan in those days, even when they weren’t in public. they no longer spoke of things like their parents. they were each other’s family, and talk of their old life would only cause them grief, and grief caused distraction, and distraction was deadly.

stralka and cavair did most of the work, because they were the oldest and strongest, even occasionally taking on odd jobs from kind people who were willing to look past their unfortunate appearances and stralka’s strange accent. occasionally, the jobs were from less charitable people and were of dubious legality now and again, but they took them anyway because they paid more. with such basic medical tools, stralka had amassed quite the collection of scars. his left ear had so many notches in it, it was just shy of being shredded. cavair hadn’t faired much better. meanwhile, the others guarded their little group of lean-tos and took care of sekal.

t’miva was the loudest and most aggressive, and she was left in charge when stralka and cavair were out. she often pretended to be braver than she was, and her anger mirrored stralka’s. they were both fiery and had a willingness to get their hands dirty to protect the others. she looked up to stralka, and that made stralka very nervous.

vantik, who now had one less eye than when he started, seemed to have an affinity for medicine. at the very least, whenever stralka cauterized a stab wound with a heated up knife, vantik did his best to clean and bandage up the wound. and since no one had died yet, they all assumed vantik was doing a pretty good job. he and t’miva weren’t related, but they may as well have been twins. they had always been close as a result of being the same age.

sava was quieter than the other two. they were clever and the fastest of the bunch, and therefore were the best thief of the bunch. whenever money was especially tight, sava wandered unassumingly into a crowded street and came back with pockets that clinked lightly as they walked.

sekal was the baby of the group. they all worried about him constantly, and called him sek’kam, despite the fact that he was probably too old to be called such a childish nickname by now. he neither protested nor endorsed the nickname. he did not speak much at all. he only communicated through the limited rihan sign language he’d learned from cavair, or, more often, the familial bonds they shared.

cavair had yet to be included in the family bonds, but he was on his way. at first, the others had been extremely skittish around him, especially sekal, but eventually they warmed up to him. he was the one who taught vantik how to disinfect and bandage wounds, and sava how to pickpocket. he also had also been teaching them rihan, so they were all mostly fluent in it by then. he was especially close with stralka in particular. the others were like siblings to stralka, and cavair was his best friend. stralka hadn’t really had a best friend before, and it was nice. they had saved each other’s lives so many times by now that they’d both lost count. they were partners in crime, literally. and cavair was still so easy to talk to. the two were nearly inseparable. cavair insisted on taking the night watch so that stralka could actually catch a few hours of sleep. stralka insisted that cavair eat all of his food instead of giving it to the others. stralka knew that if anything ever happened to him, cavair would take care of the others. the first time stralka mind melded with him reinforced this.

cavair had been badly injured while on a job, and stralka couldn’t move him. they had to wait for vantik to come to them with their makeshift medkit. cavair’s face was twisted up in pain and the strip of sleeve stralka had ripped to staunch the bleeding was soaked through with green. stralka was at a loss. he hated how helpless he felt. he hated seeing cavair in so much pain. it felt almost like a physical ache. he scrambled for an idea as he murmured empty platitudes of “everything is going to be okay” and “you are going to be alright”. if only he could somehow ease cavair’s burden. he’s gladly take on some of cavair’s agony if he could. and then he realized that oh, he actually could do that. he’d momentarily forgotten he could do that. (sometimes it was almost like he forgot he was vulcan at all. and that was… unsettling, to say the least.)

he presented the plan to cavair, and though it took cavair a moment to formulate a response through the likely blinding pain, he assented. stralka took a moment to center himself with some difficulty (he usually didn’t bother these days unless he had to initiate a mind meld with one of the others and had fallen a bit out of practice), before moving his fingertips to cavair’s meld points and murmuring, “my mind to your mind, your thoughts to my thoughts.”

stralka’s first impression was fire.

it was, to say the least, most unpleasant.

stralka was very inexperienced (and as such probably shouldn’t have attempted this in the first place), but he managed to take on some of the flame so that it was easier them both to manage. after the initial burning pain, it really wasn’t so bad. it was actually… kind of nice. it was easy. distantly, stralka was aware that cavair’s breathing had evened out, and that they were breathing in sync now.

cavair showed stralka his mother and all of the places he’d lived in and people he’d met growing up, and stralka showed cavair the little sister he’d had in another life, and the beautiful, larger-than-life rock formations on the beaches of t’paal that he’d hung around and explored as a child.

they stayed that way, distracting each other to the flame that was still simmering in the background, until vantik arrived.

afterwards, stralka discovered a bond that hadn’t been there before. it was a new kind; it didn’t feel quite the same as the familial bonds he had with the others. it was golden and it glowed and when he poked curiously at it, it was warm. stralka smiled ever-so-slightly to himself, and knew the expression was mirrored on cavair’s face.

#tw blood #tw injury #this one is a bit less heavy than the previous two #we get to be better acquainted with some of the other characters!!#no one died!!#lets hope it stays that way haha!! ha.#fourth and final installment for this little series will be out tomorrow hopefully!!#star trek ocs #vulcans #romulans #star trek #lt. cmdr. stralka #cavair

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carlosfruitsnacks · 2 years

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Heyyy may I request a Carlos or Camilo x fem where they listen to their favorite songs and while reader is singing the lyrics one of the twins looks at her and idk like thinks he's lucky to have her i guess.Thanksss

"lucky to have you"

summary:

— Camilo and Carlos may not say it out loud but spending time with you makes them feel so lucky to have you.

genre:

— fluff & modern au

notes:

— female reader. I do not speak fluent Spanish and all of the Spanish here is translated from google, feel free to correct me.

warning/s:

— none

a/n:

— hello, hope you enjoy this even if it's kinda late lol

It was another one of those lazy afternoons where the Madrigal brothers rested in their shared room. It was during the rare instances where they weren't coming for each other's throats. Camilo and Carlos recently finished their chores and agreed to go chill in their room since they have nothing else to do. Currently, one of their phones was connected to a Bluetooth speaker as their favorite songs filled the room.

Camilo was mindlessly dancing along to the music while Carlos lied on his bed and lightly sang to the song. As the next song played, a knock on the door caught their attention. A fond smile rises on their lips when the door gently opens.

"Heyyyy, what are you guys up to?"

You greeted the twins. Camilo immediately goes jumping toward you and greets you with an embrace, you chuckled and returned the hug. Carlos quickly pushed himself off his bed and came over to you to pinch your cheek as a hello.

"Nothing much, wanna chill with us?"

"Sure! I have nothing to do anyways"

The twins lightly pulled you to the center of the room as they cranked the music louder. You met Camilo and Carlos as children when you moved in from across the street. The friendship was sudden but expected to bloom from both you and their families. You got along with the brothers splendidly, the three of you developed endearing chemistry.

The three of you were a team, it wouldn't be the same if one of you were left behind. It is always you, Camilo, and Carlos. You couldn't ask for the best partners in crime. Camilo may be the most reckless of the three but he's sympathetic and emotional, he often cared for others, especially you. Carlos was quieter and reserved, he can come across as rude and cold at moments but he also had a heart of gold like his brother, he cared about you deeply.

You're aware that Camilo and Carlos don't frequently agree with each other, they loved pissing each other off, it was a typical sibling dynamic. Nonetheless, you adore them equally. Even though there are times you have to look over them to make sure they don't tear each other's limbs off, you know they love each other.

Camilo, Carlos and you did a lot of things together. From sleepovers to going on outdoor adventures, all seemed the happiest when you're with them. Even in simple moments like these. You were singing your heart out with Camilo and Carlos. Your favorite songs blasted in the Bluetooth speaker and you screamed your lungs out like there was no tomorrow.

"And all I do is sit and think about you. If I knew what you'd do"

"Collapse my veins, wearing beautiful shoes. It's not living if it's not with you!"

You smiled with the twins as you three sang along to "It's not living if it's not with you" by The 1975. You showed off your dance moves with Camilo and dueted with Carlos. The three of you were living in your own world, not caring about anything else but bathing in each other's company. Another song plays on shuffle and it sends you jumping.

"Oh my god! I love this song!"

You say and went to sing the first line. You immersed yourself into the song, completely getting into it. You were pretending to hold a microphone as you stood on one of the twins' beds, acting like you were having a concert. Camilo and Carlos both let out a soft sigh as they admired you.

You were grinning and singing while the music played. The glistening look in your eyes, the soft sway of your hair, and your movements made the twins stop to watch you. Camilo thought you were heaven incarnate, you were in your element, the light seeped through the windows and hit your face just right. Carlos thought you were properly beautiful, you were shamelessly singing and dancing, something about it made him admire you even more. They were so lucky to have you.

It didn't take long for you to notice their fixed gazes on you. So, you raised a brow and jumped off the bed, and pulled Camilo and Carlos in a side-hug to catch their attention.

"Come on, sing with me!"

You told them. Camilo and Carlos shared a look as if they were having a telepathic conversation. The two had an identical gentle grin on their features that goes unnoticed by you since you're busy singing to the song.

"It's not over tonight. Just give me one more chance to make it right"

"I may not make it through the night. I won't go home without you!"

The smile on your face went from ear to ear when you hear Camilo and Carlos singing along to you. The three of you continued to sing songs from Maroon 5 to Post Malone, utterly busy bonding with each other. Easily, all of you lost track of time until the sun already sank from the sky. The moment one of you became aware of what it is when the Bluetooth speaker ran out of battery and died.

"Awww, it didn't even let me finish the song!"

You pouted. Camilo ruffled your hair as Carlos softly laughed at you. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door as Dolores' head comes peeking through. She sees you waving to her as she scans her eyes from Camilo to Carlos, a knowing smile spreads across her face.

"Oye, hermanos. It's time for dinner. Oh, [Name], you should have dinner with us tonight"

"Okay!"

You replied to Dolores as she giggled quietly and went away. Camilo and Carlos scoffed, Dolores was pretty sly for pulling that off. Swiftly, you grabbed both of their arms and tugged them with you.

"Let's go eat! I'm starving!"

Camilo and Carlos couldn't let out a protest as they let you drag them downstairs. As you shared dinner with the Madrigal family, they can't help but think how lucky they are.

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mypoisonedvine · 4 years

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Dishonorable Discharge | dark!Bucky Barnes x sister!reader

please please please do not read or interact if this content would be triggering or upsetting for you in any way. i do not condone the topics or behaviors that i write about.

summary: you and your brother were always thick as thieves, even if you weren’t technically related. you weren’t ready for him to leave to go off to war, but you were even less prepared for the shell of him that would return.

warnings: noncon smut, sibling incest (I mean she’s adopted but still), breeding kink, innocence kink, loss of virginity, mention of hypothetical underage activity?? idk how to tag that but everyone in this story is 18+!

word count: 3.6k

tagging @lestersglitterglue cause they asked real nice!

Even though you were adopted, people always said that you and Bucky had a family resemblance. It wasn't your respective appearances per se, but rather the way your eyes both sparkled. Your parents sometimes joked that the two of you were more brother and sister than most brothers and sisters were— and they were right: even with the age gap, often the two of you felt like twins. It was hard to imagine that your biological parents could've kept you and that you never would've known him... it felt like he had always been your brother, your best friend, your partner in crime; your Jamie.

You had been awful when he deployed. You'd sobbed and screamed and beat his chest with your weak little fists. You'd told him that if he left, you would hate him forever; that if he left, he might as well never come back.

Of course you regretted it once you got older and realized how stupid you were. But you were only fifteen then, and heartbroken, and too selfish to understand that there were things more important than the promises you'd made to each other as children. You were so afraid that he wouldn't come back and that you'd lose your only real friend in this world; and, like it often does, that fear turned to anger.

By the time you were seventeen, you finally stopped crying and tried to make a life for yourself. You tried to see it all as an opportunity: he'd always been the popular one, meaning you were stuck being known as "Bucky's little sister" rather than as your own person. Now you could just be you for once— as soon as you figured out who you were without him.

By nineteen, you had lost hope that he would return. You pretended to be at peace with that. You pretended not to hate yourself for pushing him away when you needed each other most. Silently, you thought of him every day; secretly, you went to church every night to pray for him.

It was the sort of neighborhood where you could leave your door unlocked, so you did. Still, people usually knocked first. You were wearing a nightgown you only wore around the house because it was much too short and small for you now, but with the hot weather, it was necessary. You hadn’t expected to hear the door open, so as you nervously peered out from the hall to the foyer, you were beyond surprised at what you saw.

The man in the doorway… he looked familiar. He was wearing your brother's uniform. But his eyes were different. That sparkle you shared was long gone. And without it, you weren't sure he was your brother anymore.

"Jamie?" you asked, unable to believe what you were seeing.

Recognition crossed his face like he was hearing the name of someone he used to know.

"Jamie," you called again, your voice breaking as you ran to him; you wrapped your arms around his waist and held him tight enough to make up for all the lost time. "I thought I'd lost you," you sobbed, "oh god, Jamie, I thought you were—"

"Shhhh," he soothed, finally reciprocating the hug as one hand stroked the back of your head.

"Don't ever leave me again," you begged. "I can't lose you again."

"I won't go," he promised softly.

And just like that, you were the same little girl who'd clung to his legs and begged him to stay all those years ago, but this time you'd gotten what you always dreamed of. This time, he wasn’t going to leave.

“You still like your eggs basted?” you asked him with a toothy smile, doing your best to keep things light. You had so many questions for him but you wanted him to just feel at home first. You two had always told each other everything, so you figured it wouldn’t be long until he told you what he’d been through in the last several years.

When you turned to receive the answer to your question, though, you found him spaced out in his seat at the dining table, staring off into nothing. You could tell he was thinking about something just from the way his eyes were glazed over; you could tell he was thinking about something unpleasant from the way his fist was tightened.

"Are you okay?" you asked gently. Silence.

You left your place by the stove, crossing the kitchen and kneeling down so you were eye-level with him. Hesitantly, you reached out to brush your hand against his face. He was certainly older-looking, and stubble dusted his jaw where it met with where his hair had grown out. You wondered if it was as strange for him to see you and how much you’d aged as it was for you to see him like this.

“Jamie,” you whispered, “come back to me.”

Finally, as your hand cupped his cheek, he turned to look at you. Even with a face that was hard to recognize at times, the eyes that met yours were undoubtedly your brother’s. Darker, yes, and clearly tired from everything they’d seen, but as blue and perfect as always.

"When you call me that,” he spoke, eyes scanning your face, “it's like no time has passed at all. It's like I'm still the same boy I was the day I left."

You swallowed. "But you aren't, are you?"

He shook his head, just barely.

“Hey, listen to me,” you instructed, getting more serious and refusing to let him break the eye contact. “It doesn’t matter what you’ve seen, or what you’ve done. You’re my brother. You’re my best friend. You’re my whole world—”

You choked up a little, but kept going.

“—and I’m glad you’re home, okay?”

“Okay,” he agreed, smiling that crooked smirk that made your heart melt every time.

“You still want those eggs?”

He nodded a little.

“Basted?”

“Yeah, basted,” he agreed, turning back to the table as you stood up and returned to the stove.

“Your room’s the same as it was when you left,” you told him as you cracked the first egg into the hot pan. You were sort of nervous to bring up anything about that, but you thought he might find it comforting.

“I don’t think I’m ready to go in there yet,” he admitted.

“Stay in my room tonight, then. It’s almost the same as it was then, too…”

“I’m amazed that bed can still fit you; are you sure we’ll both be able to sleep on it?” he asked.

“Oh, I was gonna give you the bed and make myself a pallet on the floor!” you clarified, wondering how he ever thought the two of you could share a bed; you hadn’t since you were little little-- like, under ten-years-old little.

But when you turned to look at him again, he seemed genuinely disappointed. "Of course I can't let you sleep on the floor. You take the bed; I've got a lot of practice with sleeping on the ground anyhow."

That was the last thing you wanted, him reminded of what it was like out there.

"We'll share the bed," you announced. "If I take off all the plushies and decorative pillows, there might just be room for you."

"Woah woah woah," Bucky raised his arms as if to motion for you to slow down. "We can't just go evicting Mr. Hoppy! He's been a full-time resident of your bed for the past twenty years!"

You both laughed, and it was almost like old times.

"He'd happily move over for you, Jamie."

The two of you brushed your teeth side-by-side in silence; you waited for him to finish his shower while you turned down the sheets, scooping up everything decorative on the bed and tossing it into the chair in the corner.

You choked a little when he stepped into your room with only a towel around his waist, using another to rub his hair dry.

"Don't you have some pyjamas?" you asked awkwardly. "No matter— I actually have some of the pants you used to wear right here."

You pulled the checkered pants from your closet, and handed them to him as he nodded gratefully; you barely turned around fast enough to look away before he dropped his towel.

"Why do you have these in here anyways?" he asked as you tried to ignore the sounds of the fabric brushing over his bare skin.

"I wear them, sometimes," you admitted, feeling your face get a little warm, "when I miss you."

"Well, I'm here now," he hummed, wrapping his arms around you from the back and pulling you into a hug. You could feel the warmth of his chest and arms burning right through your silky shift. You almost wished you had worn something thicker; and yet, somehow, you also wished that there was no fabric in the way at all.

Slipping under the comforter together, you wondered if it was odd that he was cuddling up to you. You didn't mind it, since it was the most like the brother you remembered that he'd been all day, but some part of you was worried what people would think if they knew.

You brushed the thought aside. Nobody would know anyways.

He placed a kiss to the top of your head as you basked in how small it made you feel. "You smell the same as before, sissy."

You used to hate that nickname but now it was beyond welcome. It reminded you of simpler times.

"I hope that's a good thing," you replied.

"It's a wonderful thing. The day your handkerchief stopped smelling like you was the day I thought I would lose all hope," he recalled.

You remembered when he took it; he said he wanted something to remember you by, and you'd responded by telling him to just forget about you because obviously he never loved you at all.

"I was so cruel to you that day," you cringed. "I hate myself so much for that..."

"Hey, hey," he got your attention with a soft plea, guiding your chin until you were looking up at him with watery eyes. "You were a kid. I was, too. You acted out, it happens."

"But I said things that weren't true, Jamie— awful, terrible things…"

"I never believed them," he assured you with a smile.

"We promised to never lie to each other," you whimpered, "and I broke that promise."

He shook his head. "It's all in the past now. Just be honest with me from now on, and I'll keep every promise I made."

You remembered a pinky swear made up in the highest branches of a tree: a promise to never be apart. He'd broken that one, but maybe he wouldn't do it again. The thought made your heart flutter.

"Be honest," he instructed you again.

"Always," you agreed.

"Do you love me?" he asked, so quiet it was barely a whisper.

"O-of course," you answered quickly, stuttering not because of any lack of surety but simply from wondering how he could ever question that.

Slowly, he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours, his thumb and forefinger still holding your chin. For a brief moment it felt believable as a familial kiss.

But then it didn't.

He began to move his mouth against yours, and instantly you pulled back, looking at him with what you figured must have been an expression of stunned confusion. "Jamie," you mumbled in disbelief.

"I missed you so much," he purred, seeming to ignore your reluctance. "Don't break my heart, sissy, I just want a kiss."

"I can't kiss you like that," you shook your head.

"Please? You have no idea how lonely I've been, how hard it was without you…"

You felt guilty for his pain, and you had always hated to deny him of anything. The absolute second that you gave him a hesitant nod, he dove right back in, kissing you deeper and harder than before. His tongue forced its way into your mouth but you couldn't pull back; his arm had somehow gotten to the back of your neck, holding you close to him.

You whimpered with confusion when you felt his other hand moving up your leg and slipping under your nightgown. He smiled against your lips when his fingertips brushed over your hips and he realized that you weren't wearing undergarments. You internally cursed yourself for it, even though it was normal not to wear anything underneath a gown like this. What was abnormal was what he was doing.

"You're so smooth, and soft," he murmured, just barely pulling back from the kiss, "and I know you want me so bad—"

Just as his hand started to move dangerously close to somewhere it was definitely not supposed to be, you reached down and stopped him by grabbing his forearm.

"D-don't," you managed to stammer out.

"Don't?" he repeated incredulously. "Well, why not?"

"It's wrong…" you explained weakly.

"Such a good little girl, just like always," he chuckled. "You haven't changed at all. Except, of course, this incredible body…"

It was much too easy for him to wriggle out of your grip, pulling out from your nightgown only to reach up and roughly grab your breasts through it. Your face was burning and your gut sank with fear— and yet, there was a paradoxical tingle of arousal burning between your legs.

"You've grown a lot while I was gone," Bucky noticed aloud, groaning softly as he felt you up. "Almost didn't recognize you when I stepped in. I saw those gorgeous legs of yours and thought, 'who's the fox and what's she doing in my house?' Of course, by the time I'd realized it was my kid sister, it was too late."

"It's not too late," you desperately assured, "you can stop now, and we won't tell anybody, and it'll be like nothing ever happened—"

You stopped as he started laughing lowly, shaking his head. "Sweetheart, I'm not coming back from this, don't you understand? You were all I thought about while I was gone. You're the only girl I ever loved."

His hips pressed forward and you gasped when you felt his erection pressing into your thigh. You bit down on your lip to keep it from quivering; for some reason, you didn't want him to know how scared you were.

"Feel that?" he asked, grinning when you nodded nervously. "That's how much I love you."

You stammered helplessly as he reached down between your legs again.

"Time to find out how much you love me," he purred, and you were frozen; paralyzed. Two of his thick fingers swiped through your folds, gathering the arousal they found there. "Oh, you love me quite a lot."

"I— I don't—"

"Take this thing off," he demanded suddenly, grabbing your nightgown. You shook your head. "I'm not gonna ask you again," he informed you sternly. "Take it off or I'm gonna rip it off'a you."

You shook your head again, tears flowing freely until you felt wet patches beside your face on your pillow.

Bucky growled and manhandled you onto your back, grabbing at your nightgown and pushing your arms out of the way when they reached up to cover your chest.

He tore through it like it was paper. "Look at you," he murmured in awe, "all grown up."

"James," you sobbed, "what are you doing?!"

"I'm taking care of you!" he responded, seemingly confused that you would even ask that. "You're my baby sister; I promised to always take care of you and I meant it."

"This isn't right," you whispered, partially to him but mostly to yourself.

"This is the only thing that's right," Bucky disagreed, leaning down a little to hover over you as he began to push his pants down.

You recoiled when you saw his cock; you hadn't seen one before, except in drawings. They hadn’t prepared you for this. His looked big, red at the tip like it was angry; leaking and throbbing like it was desperate.

"You a virgin, sissy?" he asked in a way that made it hard to tell if he was being genuine or mocking you.

You nodded; you'd promised to be honest, after all.

"You were saving yourself for me," he informed you, and before you could deny it, he continued, saying everything like it was obvious fact. "You knew you needed me. You knew you'd only be satisfied by your big brother's cock."

You shook your head as tears welled in your eyes, your protests muffled as he roughly kissed you again. You tried to push him away but he was like marble, hard and unyielding. You felt his sex sliding over yours and it made you feel dizzy and a little nauseous.

"You know how long I've dreamed of being inside you?" he asked darkly, his lips brushing against your ear. "You know how long I've wanted to get a taste of this perfect little cunt? I'll give you a hint: it was before I left."

He ignored your sobs of fear and cries of pain, and pushed his hips forward; he groaned as his cock forced your walls to part, and you felt like the wind had been knocked out of you.

"Oh god," he moaned weakly when he bottomed out, "oh my fucking god… you feel so perfect, sissy. You feel so fucking good, I swear I could come right now. I could fill you up—" he pulled back out most of the way and shuddered— "right fucking now."

"N-no, Jamie," you sobbed, "you have to pull out, you can't come inside!"

"Why not?" he pouted, slamming into you so hard that you were forced to choke out your cry of pain. "I think you want it. I think I deserve it. I could get you pregnant and then you'd be mine forever."

"No!" you sobbed. "Please, you can't!"

"I can," he assured you coldly through his teeth, his arm wrapping around your neck to hold you steady as he fucked into you. "I can, little girl, and I'm gonna."

Tears streamed down your face, even as you let yourself admit that your brother's movements inside you did feel… intriguing, to say the least. He buried his face into your neck, fucking you deep but slow. You'd never felt so full before; you wrapped your legs around his hips before you could stop yourself.

"Fuck," he groaned, "you want me so damn bad, don't you? You always wanted me. I remember how you got so jealous when I lost it to Betsy Miller."

As sick as it was, you had; and even now, imagining him doing this with her made your stomach twist.

"You want me all to yourself, don't you, sissy?"

Shamefully, you nodded.

"Aw, it's okay," he soothed. "You've got me, sis. 'M never gonna leave ya. We're gonna be together forever, just like we always said."

That was all you'd ever wanted. Why did it sound so terrifying now?

"I can feel you squeezin' me, babydoll. I know you wanna come all over my cock," he taunted.

"N-no," you stumbled over your denial, but pleasure was searing through you faster than you could handle it.

"Beg me to fill up this little pussy," he instructed as his eyes got darker and a hand wrapped around your throat. "Beg or you don't get to breathe."

"Please," you moaned through your tears, "please, fill up my— my little pussy…"

"Yeah? You want my come?"

He started thrusting faster and you could feel the way your arousal had spread to coat both his thighs and yours; why was your body so responsive?

"Please, Jamie, I want your come," you repeated. "I need it…"

"I know you do," he snarled, looking down at you with half-lidded eyes. "I know you do, baby, I know you need my come."

"Please…" you repeated one last time, the word coming out choked and weak as you felt your own orgasm starting to crash into you, your whole body tightening involuntarily.

"Fuck, I can feel you coming— 'm close, sissy, I'm not gonna last much— oh fuck—!"

His hips stuttered to a stop and you winced as you felt him flexing inside you, pumping his load into you for what felt like ages.

He collapsed on top of you with a sigh and a smile. "I wanted to last longer, even jerked off in the shower to try to take the edge off but… you just felt too good."

You were silent and still beneath him as he rambled, kissing away your tears between each word.

"I'll take better care of you next time, sis, don't worry. Wanna make you come with just my tongue," he announced excitedly. "But that'll wait until tomorrow. Tonight you just relax, and don't move too much so I can stay inside you. It's the only way I'm gonna be able to sleep."

He hugged you all night, drifting off even while you were wide awake and staring at the ceiling.

You were horrified at what your brother had become, and at what he had done to you. But that wasn't what kept you awake. No, you couldn't sleep because you were too busy trying to deny how much you had enjoyed it.

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