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My babygirl is dancing to Red-headed target from ghost trick

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Double the Love | Part Five

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Simon "Ghost" Riley x Johnny "Soap" MacTavish x female civilian!OC Word Count: 2.5k Series warnings (may change between chapters): 18+ Minors DNI, angst, mentions of death, mentions of violence, injury description, eventual explicit sexual content, polyamory, M/M/F, FMC is bad at feelings, miscommunication, Ghostie is home

The apartment walls are thin

Last night, I dreamt about sleeping with them.

It's not even the first time I've dreamt about sex with Johnny and Ghost. Of seeing Ghost's face unimpeded by masks or shadows. Of hearing up-close the throaty groans that Ghost draws out of Johnny nightly. And, if anything, it's only worsened by the moans that drift from their room down the hall in the night-time hours.

"Well that's not very good," Winnie clarifies, stating the obvious as usual, voice filling the room. Usually, I'd call her with my airpods in, but Ghost is in Russia, and Johnny is at a check-up for his stitches. Which means that I can rant to my best friend and seek advice on this incredibly fucked up situation. "Jesus, Tali."

I roll my eyes even though she can't see me. "Yeah, no shit."

"Hey, don't take your frustration out on me. I don't want to fuck them; that's all you." There's a beat of silence before, "Right, I have questions."

"Don't we all," I say exasperated, my head falling back onto my pillow with a muted thud.

Winnie clears her throat. "Well... are they gay? Or are they bi?"

"I don't know. Haven't asked."

"Okay. Have they been flirting with you or anything?"

"I don't know."

Winnie exhales a heavy sigh. "Explain."

It's hard to explain. The possibility is in the subtle things; the casual brushes against me as they walk past, the unnecessarily prolonged eye contact, the inside jokes. But it's never overt. Everything is just a little on the far side of friendly, but not so far as to be awkward or out of line.

"Johnny's started napping on the sofa with his head in my lap. And sometimes he rubs my shoulders while we watch TV." I think back to what happened three nights ago, just before Ghost left for Russia with John and Gaz. "And then the other night I was doing the dishes. Johnny started drying them like he normally does, but... Ghost came in too."

There's an almost comically long pause on Winnie's end of the line. "Then what happened?"

"He started talking but I didn't know he was there. I dropped the knife I was holding and when I tried to grab it, I sliced my hand open. Ghost patched me up."

I think back to it. Ghost was attentive and diligent as he sterilised the wound with some alcohol wipes from their first aid kit, pulling the raw edges of my skin closed with butterfly stitches. The entire time, his touches were gentle and caring, his free hand running soft, gentle lines along the back of my injured palm with his index finger.

It reminded me of the thing he does to soothe Johnny sometimes. The casual intimacy of it.

"Tali," Winnie says, her tone an admonishing one, "what have I told you about those bloody knives? You need to be careful with them." She sucks in a breath. "But I am surprised. If anything, I'd have thought that would Johnny patching you up."

"Exactly." A spark of something flares deep within my chest. "Ghost isn't a tactile person at all. Johnny tried to help but Ghost wouldn't let him near me. Said he wanted to do it himself. And he called me love."

Winnie makes a noise akin to a purr. "Oh dear. I mean, if it helps, I'm picking up on some vibes here too. Is it worth just asking them where you stand?"

Before I can open my mouth to answer, the front door opens and a cheerful "honey, I'm home!" rings out through the apartment. Hurriedly, I take the phone off speaker and press it against my ear. "Johnny's back."

"I figured," she giggles.

"Can I call you back later?"

We say our goodbyes, with Winnie agreeing to call me in the evening once she's had her dinner. With the call ended, I hop off of my bed and pad out into the hallway.

Johnny is standing in the living room with shopping bags hanging from both hands. There's a beaming grin on his face, his eyes shining. "I hope ye did'nae mind. I did some shopping for us."

I rush over to take the bags from him and place them down on the counter. "Thanks, Johnny. How was the appointment?"

"It went well." He follows me into the kitchen, taking up a large amount of space with his muscular build. "I'm even better for seeing ye though, bonnie."

Heat rises to my face as he takes my injured hand in his, folding his fingers around my wrist loosely and guiding my palm into his line of sight. With a feather-light touch, he runs a single fingertip along my butterfly stitches, checking on Ghost's handiwork. Then - as if satisfied that they're holding up - he drops my hand and moves past me, his front pressing against my back for a brief breath-stealing moment, as he starts to put the groceries away.

Bonnie. That's a new one.

"Want me to cook tea tonight?" Johnny asks, moving around the space with a certainty that is so unbelievably attractive to me. He's only been living here for a week now, but he's already settled in. He knows where everything is and just how I like the kitchen arranged. It's like he's always been here.

"You don't have to." I hop up to perch on the countertop, resigning myself to the fact that he's unpacking and putting the shopping away. A few days ago, I might have tried to argue with him or step in and take over. Now, I just sit back and watch, keeping him company. "Heard anything from Ghost yet?"

Johnny nods his head, slotting the milk into the fridge. "They're coming back from Russia tonight. Probably won't be home for a couple more days though; they've got someone to interrogate at the base."

I'm so distracted by the fact that he just referred to the apartment as home that I almost miss the mention of an interrogation. I wilfully choose to ignore it; to not let my mind linger on the darker side of Ghost that he will undoubtedly be unleashing.

I'm still distracted when Johnny starts to walk towards me again, a bag of pasta in his hand. If he follows my system, it should go in the cabinet above my head. As he inches closer to me, I can see the cogs turning behind his opalescent blue eyes. I know I should move out of the way; to the side or off of the counter altogether to move myself out of his path. But I don't. And he doesn't say anything either, slotting himself firmly between my spread thighs as he opens the cabinet.

I can feel the sheer heat radiating off of his huge, muscular body. Can smell the heady, woody, and floral scent of his aftershave. The strong column of his throat is just inches away from my lips, and - up close - I can see the generous dusting of dark hair that decorates his chest and abs underneath the thin white fabric of his vest.

Instinctively, my hand rises up to rest against his abdomen, making sure to fall on his uninjured side.

"Tali," the word is mumbled, verging on breathless.

My eyes dart up to find him staring down at me. Even seated on the counter, he's taller than me, and I can't help but find the size difference unfairly hot. It makes me think about Ghost; the fact that he's even bigger. A shiver runs through me at the thought of both of them standing here, crowding me in...

Johnny's gaze is heated - something intense shining under the surface of those sweet baby blues - as he hooks a single index finger under my chin. "What's gotten into you, lassie?"

My breath catches in my throat. For a second, I question if I'm doing the right thing.

The finger leaves my chin and I'm rewarded with a gentle squeeze just above my knee. "I asked ye a question."

"I... I-" I stumble over my words like an idiot. "You've been flirting with me." The way my tone pitches up at the end makes it sound more like a question than a statement.

Johnny chuckles, eyes sparkling with humour. "Ye don't sound so sure, lovey."

I wince. My muscles tense as I pull back slightly, leaning back on my hands. "You're in a relationship with Ghost."

"Very observant of ye." He closes the cabinet with his free hand, then runs his thumb along the curve of my cheekbone, the other hand shifting slightly higher on my thigh. "I am. But I've seen the way you look at us, Tali. And I've heard ye at night." His hand brushes the very top of my thigh and my breath catches once again. His eyes darken. "The walls in this apartment are pretty thin."

All moisture leaves my mouth. Oh brilliant. Johnny, and possibly Ghost, have heard me touching myself at night. I don't know whether to feel embarrassed or turned on. And then there's the way Johnny says it; so casually - so easily - like it doesn't bother him in the slightest. Like it would be unusual if I wasn't masturbating with them just down the hall.

"Does... does Ghost know?" is the only thing I can think to ask.

Johnny grins. "Aye, he does." We're both leaning closer and closer to each other again, until I can practically feel the warmth of his mint-scented breath against my skin. "He thinks it's cute."

Cute. Like a puppy or a kitten. Something adorable.

Not sexy or hot. Adorable.

Embarrassment hits me, jagged and icy, flooding through my veins. And suddenly I feel so. Fucking. Stupid.

I'm not some kind of femme fatale - not the kind of woman who can pursue one man, let alone two.

What did I expect? For Johnny to confess that they, too, have been thinking about me in less than appropriate ways and then what? There's no happy ending for me lusting after Johnny and Ghost in their committed, serious relationship - I knew that from the first night I dreamt about them. And I was mad for even thinking that maybe - just maybe - they could have been looking at me like that too.

No; they go out into parts of the world that people like me rarely ever see, putting their lives on the line to save the world. They don't want to fuck an interior designer with commitment issues, and deep-rooted family trauma.

"Okay, cool," I mumble under my breath, eyes focused on a spot on the tiled floor. I move my hand away from his side, gently pushing him away as I do so.

With a frown, he takes a step back. He looks almost hurt.

I hop down from the countertop and fold my arms across my chest, stepping back in the direction of the hallway. "I'll, um... I'll try to keep the noise down. I- I'm sorry for being a nuisance."

Johnny's face falls. "No, lassie- that..."

I'm already out of the kitchen before I can hear the rest, spinning on my heel and taking off in a brisk walk until I get to my room. With the door firmly closed, I pull my phone out of my pocket and fire off a quick text to Winnie.

TALIA KELLER: They don't feel the same.

She's online in half a heartbeat.

WINSLOW SLOANE: Wait WINSLOW SLOANE: What happened? TALIA KELLER: Was helping Johnny put the food shopping away. He told me that him and Ghost can hear me in my room at night and that Ghost thinks it's "cute". TALIA KELLER: It was so fucking mortifying. WINSLOW SLOANE: Oh Tali :( WINSLOW SLOANE: Context is key, baby. Maybe cute is a good thing. Does Ghost strike you as a man who thinks that many things are cute?

I tip my head back. No matter the positive spin that Winnie wants to try and put on this, I'm still not seeing it.

So, I lie in bed, staring at the ceiling, feeling icky and embarrassed. And wondering how Winnie would feel about sound-proofing the entire apartment.

I'm out for a walk when Ghost comes home.

When I get in, his massive combat boots are tucked in neatly next to the door. I don't immediately see him, or Johnny for that matter, and it's something that sends an unexpected spike of disappointment through me. Which makes me frown because this isn't me. I don't get like this with people - not even Winnie. I avoid commitment and co-dependency at all costs because I know that one day it will come back to bite me.

I think about how I used to wait for Alex to come home, practically counting down the minutes, waiting by the door for his return. I think about how I watch Marcella do the same, and now Johnny. And it's the antithesis of the life I've resolved myself to: complete independence.

I follow the sound of their voices into the kitchen, watching the domestic scene playing out before me. Johnny is pouring sparkling water into two glasses for them while Ghost stands back, his face hidden behind a black balaclava with a white skull painted across the front. Common sense dictates that it's something that should probably scare me. It doesn't.

He dips his head in acknowledgement, and I meet it with my own awkward nod.

"Tali," Ghost's voice is as gruff as ever. The mask shifts and, in the shadows cast by the overhead lights, I can make out a hint of a smile playing on his face underneath the masks. "How've you been?"

"I've been okay. How was Russia?"

"How's your hand?" He completely bypasses my question, as if I never even spoke.

For a moment, I just stare at them, waiting for Ghost to answer me first. When it becomes clear that isn't going to happen, I say, "It's okay. Hasn't fallen off yet, anyway."

Johnny lets out a snort of laughter. "Someone's in a sarcastic mood. Good thing Ghostie is home, aye?"

A beat of silence passes, his words hanging in the air between us.

"So, how was Russia?" I repeat, cocking my head to one side.

Ghost lets out a weary sigh, bracing his hands on the counter, shoulder's width apart. Out of the corner of my eye, I swear I can see Johnny's body tensing up. "It was interesting. We didn't find what we thought we'd find. That's all I can say. Rest is classified." It's a lot more than I was expecting anyway, and probably the most forthcoming he's been with me since the day they moved in. "But I will say that I missed you lot. Both of you."

"You don't have to include me out of pity," I snap impulsively. It's so obvious to me that Johnny's told him what happened that night in the kitchen. For reasons I can't fully articulate, it makes me angry.

Ghost's eyes darken at that, and suddenly I can see what those men in Russia must have seen; a huge, pissed-off man, clad in a skull mask and all black clothes. A man you probably shouldn't be riling up knowingly.

It sends a thrill down my spine and my palms start to sweat.

"Don't start, love," he growls, "I'm not in the mood tonight."

I stutter and stumble over a comeback, but it dies in my throat when Ghost crosses the apartment, leaving an amused-looking Johnny standing halfway between the kitchen and the living room.

"Yeah, Johnny's told me all about the shit you've been giving him while I've been gone. Avoiding him and not answering when he tries to check on you." He comes to a complete stop in front of me, towering over my much smaller frame and levelling me with a serious look. It doesn't escape my attention that he must be over six-and-a-half feet tall and verging on two-hundred pounds of pure, solid muscle. "Misbehaving for him." A single, large paw of a hand comes up to brush over my shoulder, skimming up to rest lightly on my throat. There's no grip there though; it's a hold so gentle that I could break it just by stepping back. "That ends now, princess."

I will myself to come to my senses, but I can't. Instead, I stand there, doe-eyed with parted lips, gazing up at the huge, strong soldier disciplining me. My body is trembling like a leaf in the wind and I'm wet - unignorably so.

I wonder if he knows.

His answering smirk tells me that he probably does, and there's a new lustful darkness in his tone as he adds, "Because I think we all need to sit down and have a talk, yeah?"

a/n: hey guys! sorry that this one took so long hope you enjoy this part. things are starting to heat up ;) - take care y'all, lapetitelapin

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Sorry if you answered this before but do you plan on watching S6 of Miraculous ?

I'm not sure. I'm certainly not planning to watch it as it comes out, but I may watch it once it's streaming. While I'm clearly quite critical of canon, I did genuinely enjoy a lot of things prior to season five. Little moments and character interactions that made it worth watching the individual episodes even though the overall plot kinda sucked. It was a good blend of entertaining in the micro and bad in the macro, making it something enjoyable for my partner and I to watch and then talk about.

Season five wasn't like that. There are a mere handful of good moments and most episodes gave me nothing of value, so I'm very hesitant to give canon more of my time. This is extra true because season five ended the show's first big arc, making it a really good off point as I'll fully admit that seeing Gabriel's ultimate fate was a draw for me. Now? There's really nothing left to look forward to. I no longer care about the canon square, Lila is one of the most obnoxious villains ever written, and both of our "leads" have been character assassinated into characters I don't really want to watch, mostly because they're not allowed to learn and grow, but they have the kind of character flaws that desperately need them to learn and grow for their characters to stay engaging.

Marinette's issues are pretty obvious, but Adrien was done equally dirty, just in the exact opposite way. It's really hard to get excited about for a male lead who isn't strong enough to make it to the final fight after five seasons of promising that it was "us against the world." Especially when every other character was able to overcome the nightmare dust! At least Marinette is doing things and talking to people even if those people aren't necessarily the people she should talk to and her actions aren't the ones she should be taking. Adrien just keeps sitting stuff out and doing nothing to change his situation because one of his big flaws is his passivity and it's aggravating! He's supposed to be an action hero!

And before anyone rants at me about victim blaming, please remember that this is a story and Adrien is a fictional character who - as best I can tell - isn't even intentionally written as a victim. While he is one in terms of what actually happened, the story does not seem to view him as one so I don't think his writing is some active choice to rep victims and, even if it was, I'd still have issues with their choices.

Either way, Miraculous is not the type of show that is here to give us deep character analysis. It's a rom-com superhero show for kids and that is the type of content I tuned in to watch. I was here for Ladybug-the-smart-badass and her faithful, flirty hero partner, but the show is giving me nothing on either front. Ladynoir was barely a thing in season five and I don't think we got a single Ladrien moment. Those relationship dynamics were my two biggest draws. My third tier dynamic was Adrienette and even that failed me because they didn't even give us Marinette growing up enough to be the one to ask Adrien out because, as stated above, the characters are not allowed to grow because that would mean that the episodes have to be watched in a specific order and it leads to terrible writing choices.

I've honestly given the show way more time than I ever planned while running this blog! I didn't expect it to get popular enough where I'd go away for a week and come back to over a dozen asks! I just wanted to vent about season five for a bit because the writing was just so incredibly bad that I needed an outlet to stop stewing over it. I've found that writing a thing down and throwing it into the ether is a great way to get my brain to move on and stop thinking about it, thus the blog.

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“The little owl family” (Part 3)

(RZ!Michael Myers x GNReader)

Summary: your and your little sister’s life had an 180° turn when your parents got into a severe car crash, dying on the spot. You, being already past 18 had to figure out how to keep things afloat and give yourself, specially your sister, a good future. And you did! It was hard but you did it and became the absolute hero in the little girl’s eyes. People would often involuntary smile at the dynamic of your two, so wholesome and supportive, the perfect family bond.Bond that a certain Boogeyman noticed as well…

Warnings: typical mentions of murder, Mikey being obsessive and violent.

Word Count: 4k. (Sorry for so much text- )

Additional info: Gender Neutral reader. (S/N) = sister’s name.

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6)

Both siblings have returned home after making a visit to the plice station. (Y/N) was a bit moody but mostly relieved that the police finally listened. They already visited the station, the day after finding the dinosaur drawing, but of course everyone thought they were crazy for freaking out over a scrible, saying that maybe some teens saw them around the Myers house and decided to prank them. They had non of it yet couldn't do much, the only advice the cop gave them was to close the doors and keep the inside of the house private.

Now however, when the police heard (S/N)'s testimony that's when they took it more serious. Sure, the probability of it being some dumbass dressing up to be funny was there, yet it worth checking just in case, specially when knowing that the real Michael Myers kidnapped his sister. And who knows, maybe he'll do the same but with some random child...

—"(Y/N)..."—

(S/N)'s gentle voice shut all overwhelming thoughts inside (Y/N)'s mind. They slowly put the knife next to the cooking board and look at their sister.

—"What is it songbird? Still scared?"—

The girl fidgets with her fingers a bit while staring on the tiled kitchen floor. Eventually she sighs and her arms drop.

—"I'm sorry..."—

(Y/N) blinks a couple of times, confused with their sudden apology.

—"Sorry? For what?"— you ask, genuinely confused.

—"For starting all this mess... I think Terry is right, I'm just a scaredy cat that overreacted."— she says, her expression guilty.

Their eyes widened slightly, they walk over to their sister and kneel in front of her.

—"You did nothing wrong sweetheart, you actually did the right thing! The police is there to help, to protect us."— you say softly as you cup her cheek. —"And you better get ready because tomorrow I'll say Terry some not-so-nice things to that goblin so he leaves you alone."—

—"It's... It's not about Terry anymore, it's about you (Y/N)."— she lowers her gaze even more. —"I- I don't like how much you have to worry now, and it's all because of me! If-... If I just stayed quiet, if I didn't ask to see that dumb old house we would be okay and happy, and we would be able to celebrate Halloween!... I ruined it all I- "—

Before (S/N) could continue with her rant, her sibling wraps their arms around her form tightly, holding her close in silence for a few seconds.

—"I said you did nothing wrong. This situation could've happe to anyone, and we got the unluky number. I know you're worried about me and I admit that I may not be at my best state, but it will pass eventually and everything will be right again."— you lean back a bit, your gaze warm. —"We just need to hold on a bit, until the police catches that scary man. I'm sure it will be soon."—

(S/N), more calm, nods as she wipes the little tears that were threatning to slide down her cheeks.

—"Was that man Michael Myers?... Is he the Boogeyman?..."—

(Y/N)'s body goes stiff as they think what to answer. They haven't told their sister about the stranger's identity, not wanting to scare her even further but it seems like (S/N) started to figure out the whole situation by herself.

—"I-... I don't know."— you sigh, but she doesn't seem convinced. —"Myers is supposed to be in the asylum and- "—

—"He escaped... Did he?"— she glances at you.

After a little pause, their sibling nods, their expression a bit sad, even ashamed for trying to keep her oblivious. But the girl had no anger or resentment in her eyes, but a desire to know.

—"What did he do so everyone are so scared of him?..."—

—"I'm... I'm not sure you want to know that... Long story short; very scary and bad things."—

—"What things? Please tell me (Y/N)! I promise I won't get scared!"— she begs you in a childish tone.

(Y/N) remains quiet, thinking. Eventually they sigh and stand up.

—"You better take a sit, I'll go get you a poptart."— you simply say.

The girl gets a little spine chill, both excited and worried about what her sibling is about to tell her. Ones the girl took her sit on the dining table and was munching the sweet treat, (Y/N) starts speaking while resuming their cooking.

—"Last year, a few days before Halloween, all grown up Michael Myers escaped. He killed people while doing it, and not in a pretty way..."—

(S/N) freezes mid bite.

—"K-Killed?..."—

—"Yes... Killed. One of the victims was one of his caretakers, a sweet old man that was there since he was a kid..."—

(Y/N) could see how physically uncomfortable their sister got, even if the details of how he killed him weren't mentioned. They began to feel bad for the little girl and were ready to stop the 'story telling', but the girl proved to be tougher than expected.

—"And what happened after he escaped?..."—

—"He... He tracked his little sister, that is now a teen. He murdered her adoptive parents, a friend and then kiddnapped her, nearly killing her as well in the process. The sister survived though, and Michael Myers supposedly died when she shot him, but as we can see he didn't..."—

The little girl listens quietly, taking in the information and shrinking on her sit every second, the munched poptart still untouched in her shaky hands.

—"Is he... Is he coming to kills us?"— she finally asks.

There are a few seconds of silence, until (Y/N) breaks it, their tone loud, strict, cold... Yet burning with anger and determination.

—"I won't allow it."— and you meant it. —"If he dares to come, I will break every single limb of his. He's not touching you while I'm still breathing."—

Such tone took (S/N) off guard, she never saw her sibling be so cold and serious about anything.

—"But... But what if he hurts you?..."—

—"He won't. Mom and dad won't allow him."— you reply with a softer tone and then turn towards her. —"Even if they're not here, they still taking care of us. We'll be okay, songbird. I promise."— you smile.

The girl remains silent, observing their expression to see if they're just pretending, but (Y/N)'s look and words seemed genuine. She eventually smiles back with a toothy grin.

—"You're right! Bet the ghost of mom and dad are going to haunt him if he dares to come!"—

—"Oh they definetely will! Dad was scary but angry mom was even scarier!"—

And the dull atmosphere from before vanished in a blink of an eye, the siblings talking about random topic which would make them either laugh or argue. The tunes coming out from the speaker only made their afternoon even better, singing or even dancing, anything to keep the dark thoughts away.

But of course, they weren't enjoying it alone. The dark presence was outside, hiding in the shadows. Even though he couldn't see (Y/N) through the windows anymore, due to the curtains they strictly maintained closed, their tone alone was enough to make him feel the same adrenaline spike, his chest heavy with some sort of excitement. The way their cold voice managed to penetrate and shake every single bone and muscle inside of him was an indescribable feeling, yet so, so adicting. They knew who he is, the atrocities he commited and how much of a threat he is, yet they made it clear how many fucks they give about it, only worrying about the safety of the little one.

And now... Now that the atmosphere inside of the house changed, so did his mood. The way they both laughed, chanted, danced... Every single interaction between these two radiated with warmth, warmth strong enough to keep the crude outside world away from their little happy home.

From their little happy family...

Happy family...

He should be envious of them, he should be mad at them for having what he could never have, she should try to destroy it, to destroy the both of them so he stops feeling bad...!

But... He doesn't. He doesn't feel bad at all, none of these negative and destructive feelings are haunting him, not ones. It's the oposite, he actually feels warmth whenever he observes them, some alien coziness that unknowingly to him would make his body relax and gaze soft. He's not sure why he feels like this, but he can't deny the fact that if feels good... Peaceful, he feels at peace for ones in his wretched life.

He should be content with that, with what he has it should be enough, it should... But he knows that his mind will crave for more...

And it's only a matter of time before he loses control.

. . .

October 28th.

The last couple of days been pretty uneventful, the 'Boogeyman' wasn't mentioned anymore and didn't appear ones, even the owl family resumed their carefree lifestyle and were already teaching their babies to fly!

But unfortunately, tonight the siblings couldn't observe the birds due to a hard storm outside. Rain, wind, thunder, you named it all.

(S/N) was in (Y/N)'s room, she was quite scared of thunders so of course she would ask to sleep with their sibling who, unlike the young one, was probably having the best sleep of their life.

The bed was quite wide so they both fit without any issue, each one with their own blanket.

At some point though, a particulary loud thunder resonated, which made (S/N) cuddle closed to (Y/N). The mentioned sibling woke up due the loud sound but thought nothing of it, ready to close their eyes and go back to sleep.

But suddenly, an alarming feeling striked in their gut. Something felt wrong, is the air colder? Heavier? Is their heartbeat too loud? Is the house too silent? It's hard to tell what exactply isn't right, but they know something is.

They suddenly sit up, their eyes wide and staring at the door. The little girl felt the sudden movement and also sit up, though her form sleepy and confused.

—"Uh?... What's wrong?"— she mumbles before yawning.

—"...I don't know."— you reply, still staring at the door.

The girl blinks a couple of times and also looks at the door. They both remain in this position completely still, barely breathing, until a very faint thud resonated somewhere downstairs. Sure, the noise could mean whatever, but the sense of dread inside of (Y/N) only increased, demanding them to take actions.

—"{Songbird.}"— you whisper, your tone urgent. —"{I want you to tiptoe towards the closet and hide in there, do not come out until I say so.}"—

—"{B-But- }"—

She has no time to ask questions because (Y/N) had stand up and was already searching under their bed for something. They eventually find what they've been looking for, a hunting rifle.

They then look up and glance at their sister, who was completely frozen on the bed with a horrified expression.

—"{Just go hide, please. And if things get ugly...}"— you pause, glancing at the door briefly. —"{Then run away, run towards our next house neighbors and ask them to call the police, okay?"}—

—"{But (Y/N)!... Y-You-...}"—

They nudge her side gently, silently telling her to stop talking and hide. With a huge effort the girl manages to make her body move again and as quietly as she could she made her way towards the closet, hiding her form inside and gently closing the door.

(Y/N) remained in place, near the bed with the rifle already pointing at the door. For solid five minutes absolutely nothing happened, the wind kept howling, the rain pouring and the thunders striking, but nothing else, there were no more odd sounds inside the hou-

Footsteps, the unmistakable sound of footsteps resonated from the stairs. Whoever was walking was doing it slowly, casually even, as if they owned the place. (Y/N) kept their posture, pre aiming at the door and simply waiting, if the intruder is bold enough to enter into their room they'll shoot without thinking twice. Sure, the idea of killing another human is scary and definetely puts their mind even more on edge, but it's either their and (S/N)'s or the intruder's life.

The footsteps eventually stop right in front of the door. There are another good few minutes of silence but it's suddenly interrupted by a loud and bright thunder, which illuminated the whole room and the hall. And right there, through the door crack, they saw an unmistakable shadow of a human.

With no time to waste and with enough evidence that there is an intruder, (Y/N) pulls the trigger.

BANG!

A faint line of smoke is coming out the rifle, but there was no thud or screams of pain at the other side of the door, nothing.

They remain in position for a while but after not hearing anything, or seeing through the tiny hole they just made, (Y/N) slowly lowers the gun, questioning if there even was someone or it's actually their unhealthy paranoia getting the best of them.

They got their answer when the door practically flew off it's hanles and a giant dark mass charged at them. They try to aim and shoot again but the intruder is way faster and manages to grab the end of the rifle and tilt it up the moment (Y/N) pulls the trigger again, making them shoot at the ceiling.

They both struggle, (Y/N) desperately trying to get the gun free but the intruder is way too strong, he's also big, which makes it nearly impossible to push away.

Realizing that things are actually about to get ugly, they shout.

—"(S/N)! RUN!"—

The closet door swings open and the little girl sprints out the room, quietly crying and extremely scared. The massive stranger stopped for a brief moment when he heard the girl, it was just a moment of stillness that ended up with him practically ripping off the rifle out of (Y/N)'s grasp and throwing it agains the wall with great force.

The next thing they know is that the intruder managed to get to their neck. Ones has a firm hold of it, he stands up to his full height and slams their body against the wall, knocking out any oxygen left in their lungs. It didn't stop (Y/N) from struggling though, doing their best to land a kick on his stomack or the lower (and more painful) parts, yet their attempts were cut short when the stranger began to squeeze their neck with both hands, making their struggles weaker.

Eventually, the lack of oxygen began to affect (Y/N) and their arms drop and their body goes numb. Only when they nearly fainted, is when the stranger lose his grip, not enough to let go but enough to let them breathe as they're kept in place.

Durning this little moment of calm another thunder striked and illuminated the room, allowing them to see the emotionless face of the stranger, staring right into their sould.

—"{Myers...}"— you mouth breathlessly.

A sudden little thud followed by a rubber squeak got their attention. (Y/N)'s eyes wide and fill with terror when they see (S/N) standing in the doorway with a little pile of toys in one arm.

—"Leave them alone! You ugly monster!"—

She exclaims as she throws another toy into Michael's broad back, the toy making little to no harm. The man merely glances over his shoulder, his gaze now focused on her little frame.

—"You're mad at us because we visited your home, are you?! (Y/N) did absolutelly nothing wrong, we went there because of me! I am the guilty one! You should've punish me instead!"—

She exclaims again, tears sliding down her cheeks like rivers yet she didn't care. The girl stood high and threw another toy.

—"Or you want to take them away?! I know you have a little sister too, I- "— she hiccups a bit. —"I can be your new little sister! Please take me! Punish me! B-But please! Please leave (Y/N) alone!"—

The girl ends up desperately sobbing, both scared of the man in front of her and the fact that her sibling may disappear forever. Michael slowly turns towards her as he lets go of (Y/N), their body falling into the floor as they gasp for air.

The man starts to slowly and menacingly walk towards (S/N). The girl suddenly realized the mess she just got herself into as she starts to back away, throwing the rest of her toys at the man in a desperate attempt to slow him down, but all they did is bounce off his body into the floor.

—"W-Wait! Ne-Never mind! I- I ch-changed my mind! I don't want t-to go anywhere!"— she lets out a squeak when her back hit the wall in the hall.

The massive man gets even closer, his shadow making the already dark house even darker, darkness that threatens to engulf anything and never let go. The girl lets out a terrified cry as she shields herself with her hands.

—"(Y/N)!"—

The desperate cry of their name made them regain their conscience quickly, they see Michael Myers being just two feets away from their sister, blocking any escape with his broad figure as he extends his hand towards the little girl. Oh god he's about to strangle her just like he attempted with them!

(S/N) is in danger.

They must save her.

No matter what.

But what both siblings failed to see, was the way Michael moved his arm towards the little girl. His movements where slow and smooth, no aggression reflected in them.

When he was about to brush his finger agains (S/N)'s arm, a spartan-like war cry resonated behind him and something cold was wrapped around his neck. (Y/N) tugs the thick wire back rougly, causing the behemoth to stumble backwards, leaving enough room for (S/N) to escape.

—"RUN GODDAMNIT!"— you yell.

And this time (S/N) listens, sprinting through the stairs as fast as her body allows, leaving the house and not return.

The struggle between Michael and (Y/N) continued, they held tightly into the wire, trying to squeaze it even more while Michael attempted to get them off his back. The man eventually gets the solution and slams his body, back first, agains the wall, but (Y/N) doesn't give up. He repeats this maneuver a couple of times until their grip is lose enough to peel them off him and throw them into the floor.

The fall didn't go well, (Y/N) ended up going face first into the floor, but whatever pain they felt is quickly overshadowed by the adrenaline rushing through their veins. They know they won't be able to kill this monster, they know they're going to die, they know they have no chance, they know... But they refuse to go down so easily.

Durning the struggle, it seems like the man dropped his weapon, which (Y/N) had already grabbed as they stand up again. They hold the knife tightly as they stare into the man’s eyes, blood was leaking through their nose down their chin like a river. And despite this, despite all of these disadvantages, they stand hight and ready to keep fighting.

The killer must think they’re insane for even daring to get back to their feet, that they’re delusional for attempting to fight back… But (Y/N) does not care, not when their most loved one is in danger.

Michael remains completely still, looking at (Y/N)’s form. The moment their eyes made contact again, the same spine chill jolted through his body. The feeling was electrifying, so adictive, it began to intoxicate his mind, his eyes half lidded and breath heavy. He shouldn't be like this, (Y/N)'s eyes should not cause his body to react like that, but he can't help it...

Their eyes... There was no fear on them, only cold rage, a burning determination to protect and fight back. This gaze could be compared to the one of a wild wolf protecting an injured member of their pack.

The sacrifice they were ready to make in order to protect their sister caused Michael to feel a bit of respect towards them... Maybe even admiration, no, obsession. He was obsessed with their eyes, with their voice, with them... He was obsessed with (Y/N).

They both remains still, but eventually, and to their misfortune, Michael makes a move. He charges at them but (Y/N) seemed to learn from their previous mistake as they step aside and make a clear slash on his shoulder, causing the man release a low groan.

They attempt to stab him on the neck but Michael quickly grabs their wrist mid attack and tightly squeezes it, to the point that he felt something pop inside and right after that the knife was released from their grasp. But (Y/N) still refused to give up, this time they attepts to land a hit on his face or grab his mask, attempt that was cut short when Michael pushed them into the floor and practically tackled them.

(Y/N) glares daggers at him, their gaze hateful.

—"Don't you get it you sick fuck?!"— you exclaim, voice full of anger.

Michael only tilts his head, action that only pisses (Y/N) off.

—"I am not stopping, I won't stop fighting, not when my sister is in danger! Not while I'm still breathing!"—

And after these words they start struggling under Michael's large body, as the man himself got entranced with them again. Their bloodied visage looked so beautiful to him for some reason, their eyes filled with hate, not only towards him, but towards everything in the world made his breath shake. If it was any other victim he would be frustrated with such behavior... But not with (Y/N), never with them.

At some point, their struggles began to morph into quiet sobs, desperate and disappointed. They were disappointed with themselves, their helplessness and their inability to protect (S/N), not from this monster. They failed her...

They look away and bite their lip, holding their cries as best as possible, not wanting this beast to see them cry, to give him the joy watching them slowly break. This new picture of (Y/N) caused something inside of Michael's chest squeeze painfully, this new broken and vulnerable (Y/N) was very different from the previous one. It may not cause him the same thrill, but in ignites a new emotion, something he though he lost very, very long ago...

Protectiveness.

The same one he felt when he saw Angel cry, when she cowered away from him before he tried to reveal himself... And even after she tried to escape, he still felt protective of her in his own way... And now he feels it towards (Y/N).

Michael's head then straightens as he began to lean down, closer to them. (Y/N) tries to use their last bits of strength to push him away, slow him down, anything to keep him away from killing them in that same instant. When they feel his large arms wrap around their form, they shut their eyes tightly, expecting to feel pain at any second as he breaks their body limb by limb... But that doesn't happen.

They keep their eyes closed for a solid minute, and when still nothing happen, they open them just to be greeted by Michael's large form holding them in a tight embrace. His body warm despite his clothes being wet, the heat slightly soothing any pain in (Y/N)'s body, but not their mind. Being this close they can feel how powerful and strong Michael's body is, even embraced they can barely move, he could easily break their spine at any moment with enough force if he wanted to...

But (Y/N) had no time to question it or had any strength to push him since the adrenaline started to worn off and their vision and senses to slowly black out.

They're not sure how long Michael held them, but eventually he let go and stood up as the plice sirens got closer. He throws one last glance at (Y/N)'s nearly unconscious form before grabbing his knife and walking away.

But, it wasn't the last time they will see him...

Because the monster inside of him will force him to return…

[libbytwq]

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NAMI X POKER FACED MALE READER (who’s Robin’s brother)😊

GOT THIS IDEA FROM A GENIUS 🤪🤪🤓

no but fr this is so creative!! Credits to @purplegemadventures for the idea :) <3

Nami originally thought you were just a quiet and kinda sour guy

like Zoro but probably less dense

she really didn’t talk to you much, only when needed really

because of your natural poker face she always thought you didn’t wanna be bothered

not that she’s intimidated by it, she’s just kinda like “oh well, I’ll leave him alone” 🤷‍♀️

But Robin…

she’s a whole different story

she knows you’ve been crushing on that cat burglar this entire time 😈

yup

she knows every detail

to what you like about her physically (like her hair or smile) to her personality (headstrong and sensible)

You tell her every bit of it

and even if you didn’t she’d still know trust

I said before in my Robin x younger brother! reader hcs that you’ve known the most observant person on the planet your whole life. YOU HAVE NO SECRETS.

her advice to help court her (cuz your gonna need it) is really to be casual yet genuine with a bit of playful sarcasm

Nami will get bored of a man who tries to desperately impress her sanji

so you’ve gotta be a magnet—make her want you as much as you want her

And how to do that? Playful sarcasm.

Just enough to tick her off a bit, then it’s time to be genuine

for example ; (flirty compliment here) “SHUTTUP YOU DIMWIT” *charming laugh* “I mean seriously!, (genuine compliment here)”

repeat the cycle and you’ll start to notice a obvious blush after the genuine compliment ;)

Both you and nami go to Robin for advice and ranting tho

Nami mostly asks things like ‘what warnings do you have for me?’ or ‘Does he do/have any annoying guy stuff/habits’

Robin always answer honestly, even if it’s not ideal to making you sound like a good boyfriend for her 😃🧍‍♀️

you can’t blame her if she’s lies it’ll make you look stupid when Nami finds out! 🤷‍♀️

(cuz she will..)

when you get together Robin is all smiles when you announce it

she practically knew you would get together eventually

She low key feels smug honored to be the wing woman

especially since she gets the juicy gossip form both sides

LOL

yes she’s like that but don’t worry she won’t tell a soul 💗

robin often has to translate for you bc nami is stubborn

what i mean is when Nami is angry at you and you don’t understand why (it’ll happen at least once) she tells you what you did ‘wrong’

sometimes it’s just the case of Nami always wanting to be right so she’s really just angry at you for be right this time (..?🤨)

But anyway I feel like Nami would be prone to dating Robin’s sibling especially if your personalities at similar

she loves robin!! 💖

so she’s likely to love you too 😏💋💋

it also assures her that your a good man 🥂

it’s likely Robin raised you if your her younger sibling so this puts Nami at ease

(In this case) you and your sister’s personalities are rational, calm and gentle towards those you love

The fact that your peace in the chaos of the strawhats really draws her in 😍

if you have a morbid mind as well it kinda freaks her out tho-

robin is a woman and even tho it’s still creepy- Nami obviously seems to be more leanient towards women soooo….

she might scold you and bop you on the head when you say stuff like that 😆👍

you being a boy as well as the others..

not all your decisions may be the smartest….

especially with the one piece men-

all of them have done something stupid at some point-

so you definitely get scolded a lot less than the other straw hat men if your intelligent

(which you likely are- your Robin’s sibling! She’s shoved all kinds of knowledge into your noggin!)

but with the chaotic adventures the straw hats be getting into….I’d bet on you still getting punched at least once a month 😋

okay maybe not punched-

she favors (loves) you—so you get the benefit of the doubt

but your certainly reprimanded 😗

so yeah!! You and Nami have a cutesy little fairy tail ending~ <3

With sanji being salty in the background 😊

refer to my nami x male reader hcs

A cute and dandy couple indeed

wowza this was sitting in my drafts for a long time……..hopefully you enjoyed!!

[phoenix-and-found-family]

Hello people who found this craziness entertaining!

I made this blog because I was bored and wanted a place to lore dump about my ocs without bothering the few normal people that come across my main blog

‼️DISCLAIMER: THE ART IN THE HEADER ISN'T MINE! I got it from this picrew: https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/1473879‼️

You can ask my characters anything you want, just be aware I won't answer asks I'm not comfortable answering/are about upcoming lore that I don't want to spoil before I write it

Just state who the question is for, and if you don't I'll assume the question is for me and answer accordingly

Basic blog things:

Sorry Phoenix x Juniper shippers, my blog doesn't do that because I personally don't see it. But I support if you ship them and love to see stuff like that! I do ship Prism x Reginald though, and Prism x Fabby...

Basically I ship her with everyone except Phoenix and maybe John.

Also, I have no drawing skills at all, so please don't expect me to draw them doing anything 😭 (edit: I have a couple drawing skills now and plan to use all of them for this >:3)

My Phoenix!!!

Name: Trevor Clyde Ballesteros

Codename: Agent Phoenix

Age: 22

Pronouns: They/Them

Height: 5'2" No fuck that I'm totally 6'3" and have large muscles

Joined the agency at: 18

Favorite color(s): Red and Black

Disability(s): Agent Phoenix is missing their right leg from a horrible car crash that (supposedly) claimed the lives of their parents at 14, forcing them to live on the streets for two years until they eventually got scouted by the agency. Miraculously, even though they've been in far worse danger and experienced far worse pain, they have not sustained any other lasting injuries.

Personality: Imagine if the Norse god Loki and a can of Monster Energy drink had a child who likes to commit arson as a hobby.

Random facts: Phoenix can read, write, and speak fluent English, Spanish, and Japanese because their parents moved around all the time and barely stayed in one place for more than a month. They're also pretty good at Mandarin Chinese, Portuguese, French, and Galic. They refuse to reveal where they learned all of these languages in only 18 years.

They can do some basic martial arts, (update: they are a black belt in Karate, and did not reveal that until recently for some reason) but they mainly excel at accidental stealth and all-out brawl style fights, for they are very fast and good at analyzing how exactly to take an enemy out.

They are diagnosed with autism and auditory schizophrenia, although they believe that they may also have ADHD because of how much stimulation they need to get their job done.

Lore posts

Here are the links (Oldest to Youngest by when I posted them) to posts that give you more lore about my versions of these characters

The Home Argument (Handler's perspective)

The Home Argument (Phoenix's perspective)

The Agency can Wait

Random Headcannons (self h@rm mention)

A Phoenix burns hottest when it's Born Again (Part 1)

The Most Perfect Name

I know I'm pathetic (angst)

Incident report 067 (more angst)

Why I don't hate you (who could've guessed, more angst)

After the Phoenix Rose (I refuse to stop with angst)

Art!!

I shall put my art links here when I remember to

Phoenix...but in a dress

Phoenix but not in a dress

Cuddles

Art about my Personality Swap AU

The Woman (I drew Roxy)

Can't cage a Phoenix arc

Brothers of the Stars (long ass RP chain with @the-one-and-only-043 )

Who's Trevor? (slightly angsty)

The most painful way to say goodbye (even longer RP chain with @the-one-and-only-043 and @wyvchard (sorry for the tags))

The Victim of a Basilisk (Part 1)

Agency file: The Basilisk & Dr. Vadas

The Victim of a Basilisk (Part 2)

Dream Cast ( @wyvchard version)

Dream Cast ( @the-one-and-only-043 version)

Screen Cast (right after the other two, some Agent Circuit lore)

OC's

Agent Ombre (profile)

Agent Circuit Board (image)

Rants (that may or may not contain lore)

Reginald Crane is a professional

John Juniper is known for his lies

A Reversal of Roles (ieytd au)

Random lore (doesn't really have a name)

Operation: Deluge (ieytd au)

How do you kill a Phoenix? (announcement post)

Random things you should probably know beforehand

Prologue: The Death of a Phoenix (This takes you directly to the Ao3 chapter, heads up)

Unconditional Love (Roxanix fic thingy, full of angst)

Part one (Prism's Perspective)

Part one (Phoenix's Perspective)

Part two (Reginald's Perspective)

Part two (Phoenix's Perspective)

A trip to the past (fic idea by @kayssweetdreams , thank you!)

Part one

Random ask things

Phoenix's text will be red

Reginald's text will be orange

Juniper's text will be green

Prism's text will be blue

Fabricator's text will be purple

We've also got Hivemind and his text is pink

(this does not apply to lore posts(usually(sometimes I add this system in because it's hard to tell who's talking)))

Thanks for reading! That's all for now :3

[turtlecleric]

assumption - others have said in need of a hug (yes true) but also,

may not have been praised in the way that you deserved growing up and instead others tried to dim your light because they were envious or wanted to see you fail (->im here to tell you they suck ass. you're everything and more; skilled; determined; worthy; and i love you so so much and i am so so proud of you)

Did you know that I would die for you? Did you know that I love you so goddamn much? Did you?

This is way too much personal info that no one actually cares to know, probably, but. I'm sort of avoiding work on purpose at the moment and I'm having a really rough day. Who needs therapy when you have asks on Tumblr to rant in? (I'm joking, to be clear. Actual therapy is so valuable and important if you manage to find a competent professional who clicks well with you. The only reason I stopped going is because of Covid, time, and money.)

Warning: VERY long vent ahead, please do not feel obligated to read or respond

My dad was really good about praising me in ways that felt genuine, actually, though that made the times he /was/ upset with me all that much worse. My dad isn't perfect, and he's done some things and said some things that I'll never forgive, that I'll never be able to forget, but I would also do anything for him. I know he's there for me when I need it, I know he'll answer when I call, I know that he actually cares about me. He and maybe like two cousins are the only family I would never be able to cut off.

My mom... I guess it was just sort of the baseline bare minimum expectation that I would do things well, so when I /was/ praised it was just like... oh, good job sweetie! Proud of you! But it didn't feel... I don't know how to describe why but... I don't know. Now, when people tell me I do things well I always have that voice in my head that's like "they're just being nice, they don't actually think it's all that great, they expected you to do a much better job than this, actually, why did you even bother sharing? Why did you think this was something to be proud of?" I read way too far into things, interpreting neutral reactions, or even positive reactions that aren't as enthusiastic as I might have hoped for, as proof that people are simply being nice and don't really like what I do or make or say all that much. I always get stuck in this mindset that I'm not allowed to create mediocre content, like it all has to be Excellent or else it's Terrible.

I also remember in high school, posting some drawings on Facebook that I was really proud of. Two drawings, one with hands in chains and cut up and the other with healed hands glowing with holy light and cradling a cross. It was supposed to show the difference between life without God and life with God (I was... VERY religious as a teenager. I am now agnostic.), but she saw the first picture and freaked out, super pissed, yelling at me to take it down, to not embarrass her like that, because people were going to see that and think I was abused or depressed or something (haha... me? Depressed? Nahhhhh). And that was the moment when I knew I could never ever ever share anything even remotely dark with her, that if I ever were to express something that indicated I was anything other than good and happy and perfect then she would react similarly. She's also very judgemental regarding mental health, often made comments about how "people who are/do x are sick, there's just something wrong with them, make sure you stay away from people like that" while I'm sitting on the couch like... oof. That's me. So all my venting went to Tumblr where she couldn't see, and even now I mostly only vent on Tumblr and through writing. I have many wonderful friends that would gladly allow me to vent to them (I love you all so much I love you I love you I love you, thank you for being so kind), but I simply Cannot. I've had a friend before where it felt like all they did was complain, they were always so goddamn negative, and it became a chore to talk to them. I started to get angry every time they said or did something defeatist, I stopped enjoying talking or hanging out with them, and I refuse to be that person. Even if I'm told over and over that I don't come across that way, I'm so terrified of it that when I think about reaching out I start to think of that friend and about how I shouldn't bother people and I panic. Unless I've gotten to the point where I truly believe that nothing I do or say will ruin the friendship, then it's really hard to push through that fear. But that's so much harder than it used to be because I /did/ lose a friend that I thought I would have literally for the rest of my life, I was so 100% confident that we would be 80 years old still hanging out with each other and goofing around, so sure we could go through anything together and stay friends, I knew in my heart and soul that we would be friends until we died, and I was wrong. I was wrong. I also had a different friend who was always there for me, always praised me, always listened to me when I needed it and told me kind things and made sure I felt welcome and loved and viewed positively, and then he fucking assaulted me one night when he thought I was asleep.

Anyway. When I /did/ fail at things growing up, it was either punished more severely than necessary or straight up laughed at. Mom was very hot and cold, too, you could never tell what kind of mood she was going to be in that day. (She is still like this. It's well known in my family that you never know which version of her you're going to get.) Things are fine one moment and then suddenly I'm in trouble for something I didn't even realize I did wrong (like with the drawings), so I'm just. Terrified of not doing well enough at things, of disappointing people, of people being annoyed with me or upset with me over something I didn't even realize was rude or mean or wrong to begin with.

"Don't overstay your welcome; don't bother people" was pounded into my head. I can't express how often I start to say or type something and then think, "No one cares. Stop bothering people. You're being too much, you're being annoying, they're tired of you, just keep it to yourself." I'm working on it but. Yeah. Half the time I still just stop talking or backspace and stay quiet. Even typing this, I'm like... you should delete this. You're basically just begging for attention, and if anyone says anything about this to you then it'll only be because they felt obligated to and they're going to start seeing you as a whiny, pathetic, manipulative person, and they're going to get tired of you and roll their eyes every time you say anything, even if it's not you venting, or they'll see this and think about how stupid or weird it is for you to put this information out on the internet, and even this sentence right here is proof that they'd be right because you're aware of all these thoughts and you're still doing it.

But then another part of me thinks that if I can't even vent on my own blog on a post that literally no one is required to read that is also hidden under a readmore and clearly states that it's a vent post, then where /can/ I vent? And if someone else posted this, would I be this harsh on them? And what's so wrong with seeking attention and comfort? Why is that unforgivable in yourself but admirable in others? Why are you crying at work? Why aren't you doing your job? Why aren't you better? Why aren't you better?

[adleryoung]

"This here plan is gettin too dang convoluted!" Burnside protested, brandishing her machete. "Just send me out to stab somebody. It'll be simple. I can just go out, gut everyone who gets in my way, save the dumb baker femme that you ain't never even laid eyes on nor spoken to so it's a wonder you care about her at all, an drag Didelphis back here for judgement. I'll get it all done in one night. There ain't a lowfolk born that can get the drop on me. The Ixies can bet on it."

"I don't like it," I objected.

"If you're so doggone worried about bein' Seelie, just remember it ain't Unseelie to stab somebody if he deserves it."

"No stabbing!" I insisted.

"Fine, I can slash instead."

"That's a bad idea," I persisted, "for the same reason that nailing headless torsos to trees is a bad idea. It may inspire fear but it also draws attention and will cause mass outrage that will spread and bring all the lowfolk on this island right to these woods, with torches and pitchforks. If it turns out this situation requires assassination, and I really hope it doesn't, it would have to be done cleanly, precisely, and secretly so it cannot be traced back to me or my coven. I do not want my organization associated with sloppy and wasteful mass murder!"

"You sounded almost like Ash for a second there," Burnside grinned as she lowered her machete. "All right, I can wait."

I scowled at Burnside for a moment, then directed my attention to the witches.

"All right, all right," I called. "If everyone could please focus and answer my question: Is Didelphis worth saving?"

"Um, no way," Gretchen declared. "She's trying to get us all killed. She's proven herself to be a mean and selfish old hag that doesn't care about any of us. Throw her under the ant-coach, I say."

"She was a pretty crappy coven leader," Petunia added. "She promised us dark power beyond our wildest dreams, but every meeting we would spend a few minutes looking at the same grimoire, and the rest of the night listening to her rant about baking and how much she hated Oonagh. Letting her get burned by an angry mob is probably karma or something. Nothing of value would be lost."

"I don't really like the idea of anyone being killed," Chloe shrugged, "but saving her would only give her another chance to betray us again."

"I'm disappointed with all of you," Rebecca scowled. "Didelphis must be saved."

"What? Why?" the other witches asked in chorus.

"Didelphis represents what all of us could end up being," Rebecca explained. "Especially me. She was a social outcast who spent so much time wallowing in her darker aspects that she eventually believed that was all there was to her. Think about it! She's actually proud of the fact that she's a hideous, mad crone. If I hadn't met Lord Randall, that's exactly what I would have become. I was on that path, but now I'm on a different one and I can hardly wait to share with you what I've learned. If we all get a chance at a happier life, then Didelphis should too. I volunteer to pose as Didelphis like our lord said. I know her better than the rest of you, because I always arrived for coven meetings early, and stayed late to help her around the house and maybe get more pointers on being a witch. I think I can imitate her mannerisms convincingly enough."

That wasn't good. I didn't want to risk my organization's most valuable member (next to Vernier of course) but it would be a mistake to blurt that out in front of the other witches. Plus, I was 99 percent sure Rebecca was an elf, so telling untruths would be a problem for her. It could damage her emerging magickal ability.

I was just about to say something, when an Ixie buzzed up to me and gave a salute.

"Sire, I have more information. There is in fact a ring-leader whipping the rabbit mob into a frenzy. They call him Parson. As best we can tell, he careth not if Didelphis's story is true. He seemeth to be doing this merely to strengthen his influence in the rabbit village. We have also learned that there will be a jury for the trial. Oonagh is popular enough in the town, they were willing to give her that much. If the rest of the coven cannot be found in two days time, then the trial commenceth without them."

Pretty suspenseful, eh? This seems like a good place to pause. I need to take a short break to moisten my throat. In the meantime, why not be like the Ixies and place bets on the coming sequence of events. How do you think I handled this situation? Did Didelphis survive? Did Oonagh?

Discuss among yourselves while I hunt down a decent bottle of wine.

[allisonreader]

A Different Kind of Cinderella

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“Philip, brother dear, come here and tell me how I look in my dress for the ball” Marie asked.

“It’s purple what else do you want me to say” Philip snarled.

“Philip we may meet the ones we are going to marry. We must look our best It is not my fault you said no to every princess.” replied Marie.

“They were all ugly, I will not marry an ugly girl. Marie you don’t understand you are a girl” he responded snootily.

“Just go away then Philip It is impossible to talk to you.” demanded Marie.

“I did not want to be in here anyway” he shouted as he stormed out.

“What does she know anyway, It’s not like she’s going to be queen anyway. I’m the eldest son she is only 10 minutes older. I should be king when father dies, not some imposter that marries my sister. Why must my family be royal, leaders of this stupid and smart in this country. I do not want to be the center of attention. I hate being a royal. I just do not want a stranger to be king” Philip grumbled as he walked down the hall.

“Mother what do you think of my dress? Is it elegant enough for a ball of this stature?” Marie asked.

“Marie it is full of grace just like you. Many men will see you in purple and mauve, they will fall in love with you. Men will love your grace, beauty and virtues. All will love you first as a princess than as a queen” the queen told her daughter.

“Mother? Do you think father would approve the Lord Mathew for a suitable husband?” the princess asked.

“Darling I do not see why he would not.” Answered  Rose. All while a maid was listening carefully.

“Prince Philip” said the maid with a deep curtsy.

“I have heard something that may be of an interest to you sir.” “Tell me, is it about Marie?”

“Yes sir, Princess Marie was speaking to her majesty the queen, your mother. She asked if the King would perhaps approve a Lord Mathew as a possible husband. Is… is that too is that to your approval sir?” the nervous girl asked.

“Yes… you may go now.”

“Yes sir” she said with another curtsy.

“Maybe she was smart with her tour. The first girl who my eyes are drawn to, I will choose. No girl with scars or is unpleasant to look at will be my bride. I will be king not I am older Marie who thinks she is so much better than me. I will show her, just she wait until she sees the girl on my arm. … Maid get in here” Philip ranted.

“Yes sir, what do you need or want sir?” the maid asked nervously with a curtsy.

“Let me look at you” he told her.

“Yes sir” she replied.

“Hmmm, good height, face simple but yes pretty, remove your head covering” he said as he slowly walked around her.

“Yes sir” she replied as she let her long hair fall down.

“A red blond very nice, you can curtsy very well. Can you speak any other languages?” he questioned.

“Yes sir, my family prides themselves for being able to speak and learn other languages quite easily. Sir.” She replied.

“Good, good now your name and are you wearing a corset?”

“Sir my name is Ruth and I am not wearing a corset it would hinder my work and make it very hard sir.”

“Good do you know how to read and write?”

“Yes I do sir my mother taught me.”

“As well that is very good. Now how old are you?”

“I am eighteen sir.”

“Perfect. You are an option for whom I might marry. Just one more thing Ruth, do you only work for me?”

“Yes sir, I do. Their majesties told me to get you whatever you need whenever you want it sir.”

“Thank-you Ruth, you may go now.”

“Yes sir” said Ruth with a curtsy as she left.

“If I do not see any one she will be the one I go to.” The prince whispered to himself with a smile and a great giant laugh of glee and excitement.

⏳⏳⏳

“Anna stop moving, if you do not I might poke you with a pin. I do not want to poke you.” Mathew said.

“I will try but it is harder than you would think” Anna replied.

“This is Ella’s dress I’m working on. It needs to be eye catching enough to draw the eye of a noble to marry her, and get her out of my hair.” Said Mathew.

“Matt I am sure she’s not the problem.” Anna replied.

“Anna you should not call me that here. You never know who might be listening.” He paused for a moment.

“It would be improper for a model to be so friendly. Though Zachery would say it more like this… it is most improper for you a model, for my daughter’s dress, to be so friendly with the young lord Mathew. Do not let me hear you again. Two lines that would make us stop talking for a while.” Said Mathew while still sewing.

“Shall I call you sir then?” asked Anna.

“That would be fine” he responded.

“Do you think I might see the Prince?” she questioned.

“I think you will meet the prince Anna. If you are to be announced, Anna you must give them your full name.” He suggested.

“I must tell them my name Anna Mary-Lynn Woodwick-Cook”

“It is fine to just tell them Anna Mary-Lynn Cook, they needn’t know both last names.”

“Why?”

“It brings out the beauty of your name.”

“A name has no beauty because some names do not show the beauty of the owner. Do they not?”

“So maybe I should have said it is not far prettier but not so long as to sound clumsy.”

“I guess”

“It also keeps them guessing.”

“guessing what?”

“Guessing whom you really are. They will not know who you are nor your background.”

“Truly, do you think so?”

“Yes I do. Most people who know you do not use Cook but Woodwick and there is no one the nobility knows as Cook. Who knows maybe they will mistake you as foreign nobility or royalty.”

“Mhumm, not likely. Everyone will recognize me as the girl from town with a big scar on her face. You’re not the only noble person who they themselves buys fruit from me.”

“They will not see you like that. You can hardly see it anymore. If you do your hair so it covers most of it no one shall be the wiser.”

“If that is what you think.”

“I know you will be beautiful.”

“So you think I shall.”  

⏳⏳⏳

“He makes me want to yell!” an angry Oscar said heatedly.

“Why Oscar?” asked a calm, cool Jonah.

“Because he gets blooming everything in Her will.” Oscar replied.

“It does make sense, he was her son.” Responded Jonah.

“I do not care! Mathew received the titles, he got the money, land, house, furniture… everything.” A sad Oscar listed.

“That is not all true. In fact you get half the money, half the animals, and half the land.”

“Yes but divide that between two people and we only get a quarter.”

“It will not matter if you win the heart of the princess; then you will have the wealth of the kingdom.”

“That will be my plan, to woo the princess in my favour. I shall learn about horses and bring her a present of a kitten and a puppy. She shall adore me and I shall rule the kingdom.”

“Good plan, whose going to teach you about horses?”

“You.”

“Me?”

“Yes you.”

“Me? Why me? I do not know much about them.”

“You know more than I.”

“Not really.”

“Do you know how to ride and ride well?”

“Yes and not really. Do you not?”

“Slightly.”

“Oh no, well we better get to work.”

“Do not tell me, to your stable we go.”

“Off we go to ride a horse so you can impress the princess.”

“Hopefully all of the royal family will fall in love with my natural charm and grace.”

“I just hope that you do charm them and not scare or startle them.” Jonah mumbled to himself.

“Come on Jonah let us get going please. We have a lot of work to do. Let us get a move on.” Shouted Oscar.

“I am coming hold you horse Oscar.”

“Hold my horse? Does he think I am daft? But he is the teacher. I will be her prince charming with my friend Jonah at my side. Nothing will stop me now. Not even Mathew can stop me, because I will win her heart and live with her for the rest of her short life.” Oscar thought to himself.

⏳⏳⏳

The Day of the Ball

“Neil can you please come in here and help me tie up the back of my dress please?” Anna asked.

“In a moment, I’m just trying to finish putting on this rotten outfit that Matt gave me” he answered. Neil entered Anna’s room fiddling with the outfit.

“Oh Neil, you look splendid. If I didn’t know you I would not have recognized you.” Anna exclaimed.

“Yeah, yeah just let me tie you up already. I do say why did he ever choose red and gold for you. You will stick out like a green apple in a barrel of tomatoes.” Neil complained.

“Maybe that was what he wanted.” Replied Anna.

“Maybe but I do not think so. Anna I still don’t trust him, I am warning you.” responded Neil.

“Neil you still don’t trust him? We’ve known him six years!” she shouted.

“Anna there is no reason to shout. Let us finish getting ready. Then we can wait for that carriage that he paid for.” he said.

“Thank-you Neil. Would it not be amazing if the prince were to fancy me? Or maybe the princess to fancy you? Would it not be grand? What do you think Neil?” asked Anna.

“Anna I will tell you what I think honestly. I do not see what royalty would see in lowly fruit sellers.” he answered.

“Neil look at what we are wearing, today we will fit in with the best of society. Who knows who we might mingle with.” Anna replied.

“Anna please stop talking about what might happen, and wait to see what will.”

“Neil will you promise me to please try to relax and have a good time?” pleaded Anna.

“Hmm I will try, I promise.” he said grumpily.

“Thank-you Neil my big brother who be always there for me. Neil this means so much for me.” responded Anna.

“Um hm, go sit down and wait, there will be lots of dancing and I am sure many partners to dance with. We would not like to ruin your hair or dress before the ball, now” he said with a raise of his eyebrows.

“Fine, but I do wish time would go by quicker.” sighed Anna.

“Surely time will go by fast enough later. All you have to do is enjoy the time you have now.” Neil told her.

“Mmhm, sure Neil, sure.” she replied absentmindedly.

⏳⏳⏳

“Mathew get in here and help me get into this foolish dress.” yelled Prunella.

“Yes Ella, I’m coming.” As he walked in to help her he asked “why is the dress foolish? When I tried it on you it was beautiful.”

“Beautiful yes, but impossible to put on. Do not call me Ella.” she answered.

“Yes Prune-ella, there you are all laced up” as Mathew finished speaking Zach entered the room.

“Oh father, he... he called me... me Ell... Ella again” she started to breakdown.

“Mathew” yelled Zach.

“I call her Ella as a loving nickname like any brother might.” he answered.

“A likely story, but if he calls you that at the ball my darling daughter you must play along and pretend it does not bother you. Alright?” Zach asked.

“Yes father. May I go now?” she asked meekly.

“Go.” She rushed out past Matt with a boastful smile and an evilish glare.

“And you... better keep your mouth shut and let Oscar charm the ladies. Your title will do most of the work for you. This is Oscar’s day.” lectured Zach.

“Zach, Zach, Zach, today I have full use of my title. It does not mean today is Oscar’s day. Oscar can try to charm the ladies all he wants, but it does not mean he will. ... Oh a couple more things Zach. It is in fact the prince and princess’s day for it is their birthday which is being celebrated. I, from this day forward, am no longer under your guidance. I am taking my inheritance and I will give you a year than you are out of my house. You need not tell Oscar nor Prunella today.”

“Not tell Oscar nor Prunella today what?” asked Oscar as he sauntered in causally.

“That I will sadly not be going in the same carriage” Matt replied.

“That is all? That is nothing and not secret worthy. Prunella, father and I surely do not mind not having to share passage.” Oscar said snootily with a smirk.

“Perfect I am very glad you are so happy about it.” he said.

“Oscar please finish getting ready. I need to finish my private conversation with Mathew.” Zachory told his son.

“Fine, I will.” he replied.

“I will just stand outside the door.” Oscar murmured under his breath.

“I want to see you dressed in 10 minutes.” Zach said as Oscar was leaving.

“Hm, now I cannot listen” he thought to himself.

The silence in the room after Oscar left was overwhelming like humidity on a hot afternoon before a big rainstorm. After a little bit, “there, he should not be listening now Mathew. So where do you think we should live hmm?”

“Build a house on your side of the property. That is the simplest answer.”

“Do you have any other ideas?”

“Or you could try to find somewhere in town, but good  luck finding someplace.”

“Really that is your other idea?!?!?!”

“Of course you could always live with me but go back to being a paige and work. One more possibility either Oscar, Prunella or I marry a royal. Your choice, but the last one is very slim chance. I will leave you to ponder that.” Mathew said, then he left.

“Now he says he has had enough. He will not get away with this. Mathew cannot and will not survive to the end of the week. There is no place for him to go. Either he will die or he will suffer until he dies. One way or the other I will win. I will win no matter what, I must win.... I better go see if Oscar is finally dressed nicely. He must win a bride with a good dowry. She better be good looking. Prunella better become a bride to a rich man. He can be old, he can be young, just as long as he is rich. ... Balls are so pointless. They’re good for nothing but spending money, I do not want to go but it is expected I can not wait for this day to be over!” ranted Zachory

⏳⏳⏳

“I cannot wait for this day to be over. Then there will be no more rushing around and dressing up. Ruth! Last thing before you go get ready for the ball.”

“Y-yes Prince Philip” the maid asked as she curtsied.

“Wear this in your hair. I had it specially made just for you. No matter what I want you to keep it.” he told her.

“Why thank-you sir. Will I see you after the ball sir? I mean will you need my help after the ball sir?” she replied in question.

“No, your services are not required from now til the morrow. Ruth honestly go and get ready for the ball. Then have a good time at the ball and go home after and get some rest. After you get rest then you can come to work at noon.” he answered.

“Yes sir” Ruth replied with a curtsy and left.

“Galloping horses, I should have sent her to bring father up. I better go find him.” Philip said to himself. He started down the hall to find his father when they met in the hall.

“Ah father I was just coming to find you. Let us go to my room please father.” Philip said.

“Son, I would be pleased. Philip I want to tell you how proud I am with your outlook towards this ball.” replied the king.

“I have been trying father.” Philip responded.

“Now son I do not want you to feel pressured into marrying any maiden.” his father did say most seriously.

“Yes father, I know you have told me before. You have told me once a day for the last two or three weeks and sometimes more than once father. Do you not remember? You have prepared me quite well. Surely father, my sister will want to see you once she is dressed. Father I must say I will be on time.” Philip said.

“Philip you are making me very proud and happy.” the king replied.

⏳⏳⏳

“Mother the maids are not helping me put my dress on right.” pouted Marie.

“Marie darling, you are fine. They did a good job dear.” Queen Rose said with a laugh at her daughter.

“Mother, I cannot believe you.” Marie exclaimed.

“My dear Marie you look beautiful. I was watching they put the dress on right. In all the purples you are wearing you will stand out and catch many a man’s eye.” her mother told her lovingly.

“If you say so mother. I simply want to find the best husband.” she replied to her mother.

“Oh, and what qualities make the best husband?” asked the queen.

“He must be kind, caring easy to get along with, fair and just, loves animals, and willing to father many children.” responded the princess.

“Marie I am sure that you will find him.” Queen Rose said.

“Oh, I know I will Mother, I know I will. I can ask almost anyone and they will say yes. How can they not for I am the princess. Right Mother?” she said.

“I do not know dear, remember it is not against the law to say no to a princess. The one you ask may have one they love. I have a feeling many a man may ask for your hand. That is a warning you can say no.” her mother said.

“Yes mother I know. Please let us finish getting ready for the ball.”

“Yes, we shall.”

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[writer-of-various]

how do you usually come up with an oc? you have a lot, is there a technique you use? what's your routine? do you go on pinterest for outfit picking? how do you choose their name? tell me everything about how you create an oc! (anything you're willing to at least!)

Ooh, interesting ask. Sorry for the long answer/rant, but we all know I love talking about my kiddos.

Coming up with a new OC, I put a lot of work and research into them. Usually, I would first start to create their personality. Who are they? How do they fit in with Canon characters and the plot? Would readers view them the way I want them to view them? Then, because I love creating my own little ships, I pair them up with a character and I explore their relationship.

Let's take a look at Nancy Turner. With my love for history, I have made Nancy's stoic and intimidating personality a combination of personalities/attitudes from real life people, real World War Two soldiers/leaders because as a female lying her way into the Army and becoming one of the best leaders it needs in desperate times, she's a fucking legend that her team needed. She needed to be aggressive, mean, emotionless, dark, mysterious. She needed a facade, when deep down she's hurting for the men she can't save and protect.

Now we shift to her relationship with William Pierson. When they met, during the early stages of the war, they got along well. Perhaps too well. They were similar to one another, they always backed the other up whenever they got in trouble, and both made it their lifelong goal to protect the younger Turner sibling, Joseph. (Pierson actually had a identity crisis when he realized he actually liked liked Nancy, but that was before her identity was revealed. Some of the guys, already hardened by war and not caring about normality anymore always teased him about his crush on the scary little guy. When Nancy's gender is revealed, nothing changes. Just that some of the guys get either more scared of her or actually attempt to hit on her.)

But Kasserine happens, and ultimately (canonly) Nancy (and Joseph) blame Pierson for the deaths of their men. Nancy and Pierson get physically aggressive and their friendship, their fragile feelings to one another, breaks. But during the Campaign plot, they try to mend their relationship and it has its ups and downs, but they never stopped loving each other and caring for each other. They go on to start a Career in the Army, are sent to Korea, and retire happy and married.

With their personality and relationship made, I go on their name. Sometimes I would already have thought of a name beforehand, but most of the times, I don't have a name until after those two steps. Coming up with their name also comes with a lot of research and thought. What would their nicknames be? What is the meaning of their first name? Their last name? How does it relate to them or reveal about them?

Let's dive into Lilja's name. Lilja comes from Scandinavian origin, and it usually has connection to the lily flower. It means, based on the flower, purity, beauty, and grace. Lilja is a beautiful, graceful woman. Her Primis self could be considered pure, still naive and hopeful for a better life and future, so trusting of Richtofen despite the ups and downs. The name Lilja is also derived from the name Elizabeth, which means "God is my oath." Lilja has made an oath to always protect her family no matter the costs, to liberate her country, and to always protect and defend her boys, no matter how wrong they may be. And we all know Lilja is Latvian and that's all I ever center her around, but her mother's side of the family comes from Scandinavian roots, so it's not completely an odd name for her.

Okay; Personality, Ships, and Names. Now, onto appearance!

I honestly don't know what I do here. I put in some research and thought, but honestly, however I envision my character, that's what I write down. Since I can't draw to save my life, I try using those character creator websites. And I try finding face claims for my OCs, so it gives y'all a better visual of what they look like. But I think I do pretty decent at giving a detailed description of what they look like, or least some of their features. I know I've written some small, quotes of canon characters describing my OCs eye colors.

But connecting personality to appearance, I do use music to help create and explore my characters. Let's look at one of my Bell's, the one I've been showering with attention lately: Evan Garin. When I made Evan (and Erika, another Bell), I just kinda put a story together with a personality that differed from Emilia's (OG Bell). But as I am now making plot twists because COD has fucked me up with theirs and I'm a very stubborn and competitive person, I put more backstory into Evan, and my love for the band Queen helped me explore this character more. Evan is flamboyant, a young man who's heart is set on continuing his father's work and doing what he thought was right. He isn't afraid to scream at the world that he's gay, that he's different, because he's fearless and a bit tired of how society is making such a big deal out of something that isn't their business. Is it a crime to love people of the same gender? Doesn't God encourage love? Obviously, in Evan's eyes, he doesn't and it only turns him towards the Perseus Collective more because they don't judge or care. They are tired of people hurting them, taking from them, using them. Just like how Adler thought he was doing what was right by brainwashing Bell, Evan thought he was doing right by working with Perseus to destroy the USSR and ultimately make a new empire. Evan is cunning and sly and a bit smug and mean, but to Perseus agents and his family, he's the sweetest and most selfless man you could ever meet. I think I got a bit sidetracked, sorry, but anyways, I played Bohemian Rhapsody on fucking repeat (totally not because I love hearing Freddie's voice) and that's how I wrote his story (Life Has Just Begun, posted it on AO3 and published the link here). So I connect some Queen songs with him, because I have a feeling that Evan always made it his mission to go to their shows, no matter how busy he was with being the most wanted agent in the world. (Man, do I love making characters from the 70s/80s. That's my Roman Empire.)

Again, sidetracked, but adding onto appearance by means of their sense of style...I don't know. Emilia rocks the vintage looks, Evan is all for tight clothes and leather jackets, Lilja prefers dark colored clothing to hide/blend in the shadows and trousers, as they are far more easier to run and evade in then skirts or dresses. I have always thought of looking more into styles for my OCs, but I get lazy on that part and since we are being honest here...

I have way too many fucking OCs. I had to create that damn list so I can keep track of all of them, and I figured it's easier to pin it at the top so if yall ever have questions about them, you can just pick one and ask. I can't reblog ask games and just list all 100 of them. (And yes, shoot me, I'm a bad parent for forgetting to give some love to a lot of them. I'm crazy to have thought having this many OCs would be a piece of cake.)

Okay, I think covered most of it. That's my way of creating an OC. And through the years I have been on here and all the asks and the lovely reblogs and comments I get whenever I shine the spotlight on one of my OCs, I have barely ran into any issues (such as negativity.) I appreciate you lovely readers and writers asking about my characters, showing them love, and just being awesome supporters. I have always had characters, many I have created in my younger days and have long since forgotten, but I have always been cautious posting about them anywhere. But now, especially as I work on Evan's story, I don't care anymore what people say or think. These are my proud creations, my endless lost hours of sleep, my tears and grins and my heart.

Thank you for this ask, and don't forget you are loved! I love all of you! Continue being awesome supportive readers and amazing talented writers!

[the-galactic-catt]

INTRODUCTION POST !!! ☆☆☆

i'm finally making one of these yayy

i don't want it to take too much space, so you'll find the info you need under the cut:

about me

about the blog

tags i use

socials

NOTE: many of these sections will be getting updated, so make sure to re-read them every now and then in case i add any new rules or notes

☆ ABOUT ME

you can call me star

i am 18 (yippee. 🙂🔫)

my preferred pronouns are he/him and she/her, but i'm okay with any

aroace bigender mf who honestly couldn't care less about labels, i just use them for others' sake

ΞΥΠΝΑ ΕΛΛΗΝΑΑΑ 🇬🇷🇬🇷🇬🇷 (/j)

i'm autistic and i may also have ocd, though i am not diagnosed on that so take it with a grain of salt. i also definitely have anxiety (not diagnosed either, but i am 100% certain on this) so if we are mutuals and i don't interact with you much, that's why

i like to draw and write, and i want to one day publish my own books and comics

i love my ocs a little too much (i am NOT normal about them)

i am in way too many fandoms to count, but the ones i mainly post about are: afk journey, sky: children of the light, sonic the hedgehog, mermaid melody and στο παρά πέντε

i consider myself a professional hater, so rant posts are not uncommon from me

cheese is the best food and you can't fight me on this, you WILL lose 🧀🧀🧀

my friends call me rat sometimes, idk why

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[faunastanza]

Circlet of the Sun pt. 2

(part 1) (part 3)

There's more ranting and then another repetition of the same thing we've heard over and over. Harmonitor says that it must not have been clear enough or must not have been sending the right signals, because why would Sir Press be doing the exact opposite otherwise? It's not your fault, it must be something with me! That must be it! I don't know if Glip realizes how many times they say this or how passive-aggressive it is.

Sila says that they didn't hear Harmonitor and that if they try to disengage then they'll freak out and kill themselves and it'll be all your fault. Right after, Harmonitor says that Sila never actually said any of those things, they're just what Harmonitor inferred from her behavior.

an implicit threat

Harmonitor dissociates which seems to be the solution to everything in this comic. There's a bunch more vague-ing about Discord drama, including a reference to a character named Ciero. Apparently Ciero and another character acted out what Sila was doing wrong in an RP or something, while Glip yells THIS IS YOU, THIS IS YOU, IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT THEN MAYBE YOU SHOULDN'T SILENCE ME. Sila and Glip have a stilted conversation and Sila tells Glip to stop vagueposting about her lol.

vaguepost, me??

Glip protests, asking why Sila thinks it was vagueposting and what they were vagueposting about. Sila responds saying that Glip said that she was playing the victim and didn't know it. In response to this Glip/Harmonitor seems to have a panic attack about how they can never write or draw again, and then explains that they made Harmonitor to symbolize that they're only here to help.

Glip posts some more snippets from the conversation, apparently unaware that it doesn't make them look good.

why did you make a little play with characters about your feelings instead of talking to me directly about them

Glip doesn't answer because all of Sila's questions feel like traps and Sila doesn't listen to their answers anyway. Sila says that they saw feelings that Glip had kept hidden from them in the play and felt bad about it, particularly because they had asked Sila to open up to them. Glip says that they (drumroll) forget, and asks if they always kept their feelings hidden from Sila.

Sir Press, now with ANOTHER new name, Selfish-Harm (Get it) doesn't respond as Glip says that she never wants to hear criticism from nobody, and if they told Selfish-Harm their feelings then Selfish-Harm would just flip out and hurt someone. Glip explains that the name Selfish-Harm means that they hurt themselves and then blame others for it, just in case you couldn't catch that.

There's a bunch more yelling and rambling, with Glip at one point comparing Selfish-Harm to their abusive dad and one time that he flipped out and punched them and threatened to kill their mom and himself. Apparently they tried to tell Selfish-Harm this at some point but she didn't see the resemblance. She apologizes for triggering that memory but says she didn't need to remember it, so they're even and she implores Glip not to be mad anymore or they'll stay in the memory forever. In the end Selfish-Harm lets Harmonitor go.

Harmonitor/Glip starts to head off for rest and Selfish-Harm stops them to say one more thing. "I should get off the stage right now. I have a hard time saying 'no' to you because I trust you so much." she says.

Harmonitor is taken aback, thinking that if Selfish-Harm didn't want to go on stage then they didn't have to, they could have just talked about it privately. The cleaver shows up all evil and bloody to say what that really means is that if she does anything she doesn't want to do then it's because Glip coerced her, and she'll tell everyone.

so scary

I mentioned scenes up there. My memory of this is fuzzy, but there were these intense sessions on Glip's discord server where people acted out their arguments in front of other people who may or may not have decided who was wrong or right, I forget. You'd have to agree to do a scene with someone else and there were a bunch of weird rules to it, and unsurprisingly it resulted in a lot of drama. When Sila/Glip talks about scenes or stages in this huge thing, that's what they're talking about.

Anyway, the blade comes down on Harmonitor who convulses oh no a Glipsert is being mutilated again by evil people, it's a moebius strip, but Harmonitor does say that they wanted to talk to Selfish-Harm in public on stage because they were scared of her, but didn't tell her that.

really does look like random white and red scribbles now

Anyway, Harmonitor decides that this means that she can never express any feelings around Selfish-Harm ever again about anything and can only do what she wants and has a breakdown. I feel sort of like a parent hearing two children crying about how the other one hurt their feelings. I just want to know what's happening to the actual characters in this comic. Remember when there were gay my little ponies with giant yaoi hands? who could forget.

Selfish-Harm cleaver talks about how they think girls getting caught and punished for being in the wrong place at the wrong time is hot. Also apparently Sila said they thought Glip had some kind of undiagnosed disorder at some point lol.

took it just the way you'd expect

There's more and more and more yelling. Apparently at one point Sila said that although their community was against call-outs they'd been trigger happy with them lately. This made Glip so angry that they made this huge callout. Sure proved them wrong there, huh.

join our community today! this won't happen to you! (maybe)

There's more yelling now with Harmonitor with the screw eye we've seen sometimes on Scissors. Not sure what that signified before now, but in this it seems to signify that Harmonitor is just Glip again but angry. Another layer of nesting dolls.... all Glips....

Speaking of, Hothead screams about how much they hate Sila and how everyone in the discord hates Sila actually and to stop acting like a creep. We abruptly cut to Quill trying to write. He's happy with his work and while it'll NEVER be good as Papaya's obviously, he hopes it's worth gracing her presence and that she might find something she can use in her better plays. Quill's creator writes guest stories for Floraverse. Just bringing that up again, no reason. There's a big long thing with Sir Press riding Quill like a horse (but he goes by Quibble here) that's just more yelling about Sir Press treating everyone bad.

Out of nowhere in the middle of it though, plot shows up again.

like a jumpscare, these returns to the plot

Quibble says that they find the place where the seeds would have been planted and the blood would have been spilled and where something was supposed to grow. But Sir Press told them that kind of thing could hurt someone so it's better that it doesn't exist. But I thought Sir Press liked violence and suffering! Now I don't know what's going on!

It goes right back into angry whining and yelling and this goes on for a while. It's all the same thing we've already heard but that's not going to stop Glip I guess. It goes on and on and on. Euphobia is at a jail cell in Clear Watching, which it describes as the Eternal Labryinth. Glip does seem to get defensive about people not liking Call-Clout which, lol.

paige and cc just had a fun party together before, it's fine

A new character pops up that looks like a bad creepypasta villain named Encore, Pain Whore. But... there's already a character called Encore... a pretty significant character... why are you using the same name for this new one... what are you doing...

encore.exe

Unless this is supposed to be some kind of warped version of Encore but in the process of typing that I realized I don't care. It's just another mouthpiece for Glip anyway. I don't know why Glip comes up with all these different variations of a character when they all just say the same thing. A scribble that might be CC says they know that Sila won't take this seriously or learn from it and that they're not welcome back into their community. So this really is just shouting at an empty chair.

They also threaten to kill Sila if she ever says she cares again, which is nice.

i don't think the odds of that are very high

They say they hate Sila and that they've never known her and can never say that they knew her, and they don't know anyone by her name and she'll never be whole. They then say maybe they should make it a funny violent story so Sila will listen, then says "gosh, anyone hurt by this story must REALLY deserve it". They then say that Sila said that it'd be a funny gag when she died in that script she wrote but it makes them gag! Get it!! Get it!!!

Glip then clarifies that when they said they wanted to kill Sila it was just a gag in a sarcastic way.

are those little bug teeth

There's more and more along the same lines, and since this was supposedly put together by a bunch of people I'd wonder if that's why it repeats so much but I think it's easily as likely that Glip just does this. There's a hilarious bit where Glip points at the screen basically to go YOU, THIS IS YOU like you're trying to threaten your little sibling into doing something.

this is you! [knocks over lamp] don't mess with me!

After some more yelling, Sila comes back this time as a giant foot, saying she has a play for Papaya to put on. Name's Extoenerate, because of course.

referred to as a foot man but this is still sila, so

Extoenerate starts getting off on asking Papaya her opinion. Papaya looks at the scripts and keeps her feelings hidden so she can try to get a read on what Extoenerate is like. It's the same script of Papaya killing someone which she is again horrified by. Stuck in a moebius strip with this, I told you.

Papaya expresses reservations about the script while keeping actual explanations for her feelings to herself. It's okay when she does it though. Extoenerate keeps getting off on the conversation. She asks why Extoe needs her help, and she says she always finishes too fast by herself. Get it.

say my feelings to someone's face? nope

It goes back and forth with the foot suggesting a way for the feet to exposed when she dies. It'll be very hot when the shopkeeper yells at the other person, the foot says, they were inspired by seeing Papaya tell at someone in her shop the other day. The foot gets mad that Papaya is kinkshaming her lol.

what if kinkshaming IS my kink

The foot rants about how unfair it is that Papaya didn't like her script and threatens to kill her. No one understands!! Papaya then says fine, we should put the story on the stage (with site under it get it, ON THE SITE, GET IT) because she wouldn't want to KINKSHAME them. That whole bit at the beginning with the fox coming into the story? That was Sila's script. what a twist.

Glip/Papaya says that Sila walked right into their trap, thinking that they wouldn't say any of this. They then post what I assume is a list of rules you have to agree to to RP in Glip's server which are bonkers. They're in a full apoplectic rage now, I think because Sila implied they also signed the rules? Or maybe it's because Sila signed the rules but is still upset. I'm not sure but boy they're angry.

imagine showing this to someone out of context. wait

Glip then vaguely threatens to choke Sila to death.

just a joke! i promise! (maybe)

There's also some more out of context discord screencaps. Personally, I don't think Glip's server sounds like a fun place to be.

everyone seems really angry there

Two more victims show up who are also actual people in the discord who decided to join in on this fun callout party. They then throw Extoe into an extremely funny panel.

each glip consists of four glips simultaneously

Look at that. Just look at it lololol. Anyway, this is related to another thing if I remember right, although again, my memory of things are hazy. There was a channel on the server I think called Clear Watching, where you could be sent if people wanted to yell at you or if you broke the rules or something. There I think you'd be muted and people could just say whatever to you until you repented and got to leave? Something like that. It was a punitive thing I'm almost sure and selective muting was a part of it.

Anyway, Ash and Zen or maybe Glip or just everyone I guess continues to be mad, forever. They say they wrote a story about how awful Sila is and Sila didn't want to see it and that hurt them real bad. They say Sila didn't want to see it because it didn't have her fetish or fighting in it but I am skeptical. Sila apparently said she didn't want them using her characters in their hate story and this also hurt their feelings because she said they had blanket permission to do whatever with her character when she signed up into this loony bin of a discord.

i tried to respect that you didn't want me to write a hate story about your character but it was really hard

There isn't even any art at this point, it's just caps on white.

hearing this in robocop's voice

There are some more Discord screencaps, along with that same "why would you think that if it wasn't true? I guess i'm just bad and stupid then!" line of logic that shows up everywhere.

guess so!

I guess Sila and Glip talked about Glip making a hateful cameo with them and Sila didn't like that. Glip shouts that it was supposed to hurt them, duh! Idiot!! I wanted to hurt you for hurting me!! But it's okay when I do it.

although, didn't glip say they didn't expect sila to read this? who IS this for then?

Glip has reached full rage meltdown at this point.

you are just mad because you are angry

In the middle of this there's a "maybe it's because violence sucks, and you suck too!" which is kind of hilariously mild compared to the rest of it. Anyway it clarifies that Papaya didn't say any of this out loud because she didn't want to make Sila have some kind of unreasonable meltdown over being told to die because she wrote a bad script. Papaya tries to give Sila concrit on her scripts and it has another hilarious bit with Papaya saying that characters shouldn't just be black and white.

lol

She also says she doesn't think that the flowercat would just enjoy yelling that she's right, which is even funnier considering that this VN is like two hours of them doing just that.

evidence works against you here

Papaya asks why the flowercat wouldn't defend herself, and Sila says that her Mary Sue character has a special ability where she can wipe the memories of people she attacks, and she's able to strike people's worst vulnerabilities in a way that causes the most harm without actually hurting them, whatever that means. Glip says harm without hurt is gaslighting and that Sila is threatening to literally wipe their memories. When I say literally I do mean literally.

don't give me amnesia, internet person

Just gonna toss this little guy in here because I think the face is funny.

9_6

[daysofourlivesrecaps]

Monday, 22 May 2023

Okay, let's get this one out of the way upfront since it doesn't go anywhere and every other storyline is actually connected: Nicole and EJ are not getting married. Or, at least, she didn't say yes to his hasty "let's get back at my brother" proposal, anyway.

Nicole calls EJ out for this, and backs up her "you pulled this moment out of your ass" case with the simple, observable fact that he's not even proposing with a ring. I hate being on Nicole's side for any reason, but she's got you there, Elvis.

He admits that this is somewhat true, but also confesses his genuine love to her. She is unable to reciprocate. Which typically would feel like an honest answer, but this is Nicole we're talking about so it's probably a lie built on another lie to hide six more lies. Nicole is like a slum lord who uses lies as the shoddy building material for the house that is her life. Which she then rents to herself.

Meanwhile, Colin is still up on that rooftop, waving a gun and threatening to throw Paulina off to her death. And it occurs to me: Jackée is, in the common parlance, a big beautiful woman. She's easily twice the size of this scrawn-job. So I'm not sure how he thinks he's going to —

Oh. Right. He can just threaten to shoot Chanel if Paulina doesn't jump. That actually makes a lot of sense.

Rafe tends to the rolling pinned Abe. Nothing new has been added to this situation since Friday but I'm still tickled by the idea that the mayor and the police commissioner are having a little lie-down on the floor of a bakery while the women sort all of this out.

Jada questions Sloan for her role in all of this (which is still none — *none role*)  but  is interrupted by a call from Talia, who's still ugly-crying about... [gestures to encompass the entirety of Talia's life since she arrived in Salem].  So Jada rushes off to help her and Sloan takes about eight seconds to work out that her shitty brother has been using Jada's sister as his accomplice.

She shares this information with Trask, who initially came here to do the two things she does best: ignore due process and gloat. And Trask is forced to concede that *okay, maybe Sloan didn't have anything to do with any of this, but when did that ever stop us from locking people up because we just don't like them?* Man, I want to like Trask. She's a fun character, played by a very capable performer. But sometimes this "overzealous DA" shit breaks me out of my soap bubble and harshes my buzz a little.

Jada confers with Talia and the two of them work out that Colin must be on the roof because Jada's a pretty good detective but also because *seriously there's only one hotel in town and he's been going on about rooftop tragedies and justice this entire time and can we just get on with this, please??*

So they head up there and we quickly find ourselves in a standoff: Jada holding a gun on Colin, with Talia flailing and weeping at her side. Colin still holding a gun on Paulina and ranting in Extreme British (eg, "oi, me mum's dead, innit!").

Chanel is also here. I guess.

At the hospital, Abe insists that Rafe find Paulina and then gives himself... I don't know, an aneurism or a stroke or something. And okay, it was a pretty intense line read, but that seems extreme.

Rafe discusses Abe's condition with an Actual New Doctor (Tripp is still out of town and Kayla's not in this one so I guess they had no choice) and she says the mayor will need surgery so can we please get his family to sign off on that? "Yeah, mentioning his family is kinda how we got in this situation in the first place," says Rafe. "Can I just call his son, who's offscreen in Johannesburg?"

Actual New Doctor knows this isn't, strictly speaking, the right way to handle this. But she'd also love to come back for more episodes so she says it's okay.

(Speaking of Quintessential Soap Moments, I bet if you asked ten people to draw what they think a soap opera is, like five of them would come up with something like this.)

And back on the rooftop, Talia charges Colin and they both plummet off the roof in an entirely plausible and completely-true-to-how-basic-physics-work moment.

(God, I'm glad I worked out how to do proper screencaps. I cannot imagine trying to convey this with a glare-filled camera-pointed-at-the-screen image.)

Sloan (whom Trask decided to release after all) and Eric are walking across the plaza with this very hotel in actual view. So I can only assume these two bodies are going to land right in front of them the next time we check back in on this plot.

But I know how this show works, and that probably won't be tomorrow because nothing exciting ever happens on a Wednesday.

EDIT: I have just been informed that, Lemon, today is only Monday. So maybe something will happen after all!

[autisticlalna]

PANDORA'S BOX IS OPEN AND I AM SIMULTANEOUSLY PANDORA, THE BOX, THE EVILS, AND THE HOPE LEFT INSIDE

(i think the transcript work is getting to me. TOO LATE NOW.)

so. i mentioned the concept of multiversal bleed in my initial deranged discord rant. it's kinda just a byproduct of mcyt storytelling, really - if you're doing a bunch of stuff at once, references are gonna get made. but with multiversal stuff being an actual plot point in Viking and Ruby's TSMP lore, the fact that tViking is not the Viking that Ruby remembers but still has an attachment to them, has basic knowledge of a history with them... but at the same time doesn't really understand the idea of a time "before this", and when Ruby first asks him what he knows about her his answers are very surface-level:

Ruby: [sigh] Okay. Um… What else, what do you— what do you— What do you know about me. Viking: Uuuuuhhhh. Ruby: Do you know me. Viking: Uhhh. You… need therapy ‘cause of beetroots. Um… your full name is something like Rubidium Company or whatever. Or Rubidium Corporation, or Ruby… the Third Corporation, or something like that, iunno. Um— You, uh… Um… Like… drawing… and diamonds— er, gemstones.

and then, like. cc!Ruby saying "It's just so you. No matter the universe or time, after all this time, it is still you" and that snowballing into "tRuby saying that right before tViking kills her" and that being one of the dreams in Ruby's dream journal. and tViking also remembering it... maybe. he seems to remember several different outcomes of it, several different permutations on how it ends, and doesn't remember that it's Ruby.

and then when Ruby confides in him about xer sleepwalking, tViking is very casual about it. in fact, the way he responds makes it sound like not only has it happened the couple times we see it happen (the villagers, the bamboo farm) but that it's something regular for him. maybe even something he does on purpose:

Viking: Ruuuuuby. Do you think- You think- You really think, do you really think that I would sit down, and do all of this. Ruby: I mean, no. Viking: Do you think I have the patience for that? Ruby: No? Viking: Bro, I just- I— See, the secret is, you go over to a corner, kinda you go, “a’ight I’m gonna go honk shoo snork mimimimi,” and I wake up, oh my god villagers. Poof. Magic.

(source: the big fucking transcript of the ~4 hour lore VOD im working on. i'll finish it soon i promise)

but Navigator did not build that farm. he shows up to tell Ruby "hey, don't let him do this". tViking went under the radar, he's poised to cause a lot of devastation, and Navigator wants Ruby to stop him. there is no way in hell Navigator would do anything for tViking, and he straight up does not want tViking to know he exists at all. but... tViking knows that there's other hims out there, and that those other hims will just nab his body to do stuff sometimes:

Viking: Riiiight? Doesn’t matter how many versions, what times… Doesn’t matter what any of that is. A Ruby is still a Ruby. Ruby: …I guess. Viking: A Viking… is always a Viking. Ruby: [quiet] Yeah. Viking: So for me, [laughs] I may not build these things myself, but I wake up and they’re done, and I know it’s me, because me wants to help me. Vikings help Viking. That’s how it works.

but when Ruby tells Navigator that, he brushes it off:

Viking: < he assumes he is the only one > Ruby: (Sorry.) “He assumes he’s the only one.” Well, that’s not quite correct? He’s- He’s told me that he goes to sleep and then the farms are there, so… I don’t know? If that assumption is the right one to make? Y’know? Viking: < he mistakes his “dreams” for his actions >

and we haven't seen anything like this from any other Viking. the closest we've got is Skyblock!Viking recognizing Avid, but that might end up getting spun off into him specifically having personal history with Avid considering he's currently being targeted by the Old One. (there's also the vague implications that Gilded!Viking is Dominion!Viking because of him and Josh riffing on it a bit, but im gonna be honest i have no idea what to take away from that / don't know if it was intended to be anything more than "haha hey we used to be in a thing together")

so ALL OF THAT combined with Navigator casually hijacking tViking is just. making me wonder if maybe tViking is actually Built Different in some way. that he's somehow intertwined enough with the Vikingverse or whatever to act as a conduit for the others when he's in a sleepwalk state. maybe that's how he went under the radar in the first place? Navigator might've noticed other Vikings popping up in weird places, but didn't put together "it's because there's a Viking there channeling them and he's up to some shit" until he was able to slip in himself.

OH. ONE LAST IDEA. hey. hey you know how we immediately knew it was Somebody Else even before he pulled out the signs because his eyes changed. and how the eyes changing is so far our go-to sign for if a switch happened bc of Sapphire and Navigator having different eyes than Ruby and tViking. assuming Navigator's eyes are actually green and it's not a general "someone else is in control" thing for tViking, that brings up the idea of: how many times have we seen tViking and it hasn't actually been him?

or, on another route, what other changes are we going to need to look out for when Vikings that aren't Navigator "wake up"? are we going to be able to notice them at all?

i have finally come out of my shell enough in vikingcord to start dropping absolute bricks of text. what the fuck is up with tviking. how many vikings are in there. is he just a conduit for any other viking that falls asleep out there in the multiverse. what hte fuck

[buckyownsmylife]

Follow you - Chris Evans smut

The one where Chris becomes your roomate and finds out he has a domesticity kink... and more

Warnings: Smut, breeding kink, domesticity kink, friends to lovers, rommates au, pandemic mention, hair-pulling kink, daddy kink, cockwarming, kind of allusion to an age gap, but can be read as reader being into teasing chris

Word count: 4.1k

A/N: Thanks to @mollygetssherlockcoffee​ for reading this over and helping me make it better! You’re the sweetest person ever!  this is for my own birthday celebration challenge! Like I explained here, I’m going to try to fill every single AU I listed with the characters I picked for the challenge, and since the deadline if May 27, these fics will be posted randomly, as I finish them. Hope you guys like it!

Chris’ P.O.V.

“C’mon, sweetheart,” I’d been trying to convince her to close her laptop for the last two hours, unfortunately without any luck. She just glanced at me before returning to her document, and I groaned as I left the living room in search of what I knew we needed.

“Close the laptop and I’ll give you a sip.” This time when she looked up, she found me holding a bottle of my most expensive whiskey, the one she’d been dying to try ever since she first got invited to my place.

It was a tense moment of evaluation while she took in my offer and her workload, her head turning from her computer to me and then back to the device again, and I found himself growing anxious because of how desperately I wanted her company that night.

“Please?” I tried to convince her, even going so far as to pout - which at least earned me a giggle. I considered it a win, especially with the way it made my chest warm up. “C’mon, we deserve it! After the week we had?”

She frowned when she thought back on the stresses we had confided in each other for the last couple of days, and I watched with glee when she slowly closed her laptop, prompting me to wave my arms around in victory. “We?” She teased, getting up to stand before me with her arms crossed in front of her body, making me laugh.

“Alright, so maybe just you.” I couldn’t really deny that my work “problems” paled in comparison to hers. “Listen, I’m only trying to help.” She narrowed her eyes at me, reaching out for the bottle and unscrewing it before taking the sip I’d promised.

“Shit, this really is good.” A smug smile took over my face as I wrapped my arms around her, walking us back to the couch before making us fall over it.

“Only the best for you, babe.” I watched her roll her eyes at the pet name, snickering at how it affected her. I knew it made her giddy and she hated it, it’s why I insisted on doing it - or so I told myself.

Something deep inside of me whispered differently, though. I tried to ignore it. She was my best friend and we were going to be living together for the foreseeable future. No one knew when this pandemic would let up.

And lord knows that nothing positive had ever come out of my investments in romantic relationships. So every rational thought in my mind was begging me not to overcomplicate this. I couldn’t stand to lose her friendship, anyway. That’s why I had invited her to spend lockdown with me - my need to know she was okay, and be able to have her around whenever I needed to vent.

She was the only one outside my family who got my anxiety well enough to help me work through it when I was feeling bad, and she had even been able to prevent me from having panic attacks more than once.

I just couldn’t imagine going through this with anyone other than her. I simply hadn’t anticipated how fucking horny this period of forced sexual privation would make me, and I never expected her to become a willing victim to my needs.

But boy, once the liquor hit and she ended up over my lap, shivering as she rode my thigh without a care in the world, was I glad that she did.

“Is this what you like?” I asked, looking up at her with my mouth hanging open, unbelieving of how fucking sexy she looked as she used my body for her pleasure. I didn’t even care that my cock was straining against my jeans, begging me to move her on top of it. As long as I could keep enjoying the show, being a part of it, I was satisfied.

“I wanna learn it,” I pressed, moving my hands to hold her ass, squeezing it the way I’d always wanted to do but never allowed myself to dream about. “I wanna learn how to please you.” She made me feel something I hadn’t felt before, in any of my past relationships. There was attraction, of course, but there was also this deep, familiar feeling that made me feel at home. It made me feel safe, and with the help of alcohol, I was desperate to explore it.

“Ugh,” she groaned, letting her head fall back, drawing my attention to her breasts, the way they bounced in front of my eyes, unfortunately still covered. My mouth watered at the sight of it, wanting nothing much than to strip her bare and wrap my lips around one of her nipples.

“Don’t say stuff like that, Evans.” The comment threw me off, making me frown as I took a hold of the hair on the back of her head and yanked her to me, devouring her lips. They were soft - so much softer than I’d ever allowed myself to imagine.

“Why not?” I panted against her mouth once I was forced to separate from her taste of whiskey to search for some oxygen. She kept moving, her eyes hazy and glossed over, and it sent a pang of lust straight down my body when I realized it wasn’t completely due to the drinks we shared. There was also desire in there.

“You want to learn?” She asked, hands bunching up my shirt as she used her hold to grind against me faster. “Then fuck me, Chris.” She molded her body to mine, engulfing my lips once more as I laid her down on the couch, excited to have her underneath me - excited to see her naked body, explore it, get to know every little thing that made her tick.

I knew it would be a moment I’d forever remember, regardless of the amount of bourbon in my blood. I just never expected it to become something I was so eager to relive over and over and over again.

It was supposed to be a one time thing. When I woke up in the morning, I was ready to go back to being roommates. We were good at that. She was a morning person, by the time I woke up every morning, she already had breakfast ready for me, and then we’d go out to the backyard to let Dodger out together.

We’d sit and talk and then I’d go for a run - she’d have done her yoga already, while I was still asleep - I’d answer some e-mails, she’d work on her laptop by my side and the silence was just as comfortable as all of our late night conversations.

She’d sneak out to the kitchen and come back with a few sandwiches for our lunch, and then the rest of the day would go by with us doing whatever mundane task we had in mind, together even if we were doing separate things, and I didn’t feel suffocated.

I didn’t even run out of things to say. By the time dinner rolled around and I followed her back to the kitchen, cleaning up the dishes while she fixed us dinner - I wasn’t allowed to cook in my own stove, mostly because she was terrified of my food but hid it under the excuse of that one time when I started a fire - then we’d eat together, watch a movie together, talk until we fell asleep - always together.

I was shocked. It’d never been this way in any of my previous relationships. In fact, I was certain it was the reason why they had never worked. I’d given up on any realistic expectation of settling down precisely because of this: I just never expected to find anyone with whom a day-to-day life wouldn’t eventually grow boring.

It’d been three months and I still loved to wake up to her coffee. We still fell asleep every night side by side, too tired to move into different beds because we had laughed our asses off after skyping Scott.

And now that sex came into play in our relationship? I just knew there was no way I’d ever go back to being nothing but friends - or living in a place where she wasn’t the first person I saw when I woke up.

It sucked that it took a pandemic and a night of alcohol to make me realize that, but damn, was I grateful that I decided to open a bottle of whiskey that evening.

I kept waiting for the catch, the moment it would all go to shit, but it never came. Our lives resumed to how they used to be, only now I had this ongoing inner battle to not just bend her over the nearest piece of furniture when we were busy, and the ability to do exactly that whenever there was nothing else to do.

And for a while it was bliss. There wasn’t a nagging voice inside my head questioning this arrangement because it was theoretically perfect. I had a best friend, a roommate and a fuck buddy, all wrapped into one single person that I adored.

Life couldn’t possibly get better - until I realized that I wanted more. Talks of lockdown being over started and she had plans of going back to her place, of course, but I couldn’t stand the thought of being away from her.

I wanted to see my family too, but I wanted to take her with me. Introduce her to my mom, see her get along with my sisters. Witness how she’d be with my nephews and nieces - I knew how much she loved kids. And that’s when it hit me.

I’d given my heart to her. Somewhere between the morning coffees and afternoon runs, the nights where I’d rant about all of my silly problems and she actually listened to them - really listened, never making me feel bad about what could only be described as rich people problems.

All the innocent little gestures, and the not so innocent ones - when I discovered she was exactly the nasty slut I’d always dreamed of, the way she would randomly drop to her knees and suck me off, even while I was on the phone. Most times she didn’t even let me repay the favor. She just genuinely liked to blow me.

She also liked to play with me randomly, like when we were watching a movie and she mindlessly reached for my crotch, rubbing me until I got hard. It almost always ended in sex, and I just loved it.

I loved it, and I loved her, and the idea of her ever sharing this idyllic lifestyle with anyone else made me irrationally jealous.

And that’s how I knew it. I didn’t want to mess it up. But how could I not fuck this up?

Xxx

“Chris…” Her sweet voice called out to me, reaching my ears while I was hiding in my office, trying to get my thoughts in order so I wouldn’t just randomly blurt out what I was feeling for my best friend to my best friend.

To her credit, she didn’t try to force me to keep her company - but that only made me fall even deeper for her, leaving me a complete and utter mess while she went about her day as if nothing was wrong in the world.

“Yes?” I looked up to see her by the threshold, clearly reticent about invading my privacy. It made me smile, thinking back on all of the times my exes hadn’t been as understanding, even after I let them clearly know what I was needing.

“I made cupcakes, do you want me to bring you one?” The thought of her in the kitchen, baking a sweet treat just for me had my cock twitching in my pants. Biting my lips, I pushed away from my desk to finally get up and stretch my legs, taking advantage of the monitor to hide my hard-on.

“No, I’ll come eat them downstairs with you.” She smiled before leaving, and I soon trailed after her, walking into the kitchen to find the most delicious-looking little treats, just waiting to be devoured.

Much like her, I supposed.

I was reaching for one of them, already licking my lips in anticipation when something caught my eye, prompting me to raise my gaze and look at her again, but really look at her this time.

She was wearing an apron.

There was nothing inherently sexual about the damn thing, but the way she looked with it, going about her business in my kitchen like she owned the place… It just felt right, seeing her there.

And suddenly I couldn’t hold back anymore.

“Y/N…” I started, leaving the cupcake back on the counter and brushing off the crumbs as I circled the kitchen island to go stand in front of her. She hummed before turning to meet me, smiling slightly to signal that she was listening to what I had to say.

But I didn’t know how to say it. So we just stood there, staring at each other until eventually her smile became a frown. “Chris, what’s going on?” I still couldn’t speak. Much to my absolute surprise though, she just sighed, wiping her hands on the apron while shaking her head, a knowing smile on her face.

“You’re stressed, aren’t you? You’ve been working so much, that’s why I thought the cupcakes would be a good idea,” she explained nodding towards the tray where her sweet treats laid. “They’re a reward and a break all wrapped in one delicious cake.”

The comment was like a punch to the stomach - or a scalding wave of desire rushing through my body, straight to my groin. The idea of her thinking about my needs and catering (quite literally) to them just did something to me, and I didn’t know how to explain it - I don’t think I understood it myself.

“But since they didn’t work…” she continued, blissfully unaware of the conundrum she had put me into. “I know something else that will definitely work.” And just like that, the woman dropped to her knees in front of me, reaching for my sweatpants before I could find a way to close the mouth that was hanging open.

“I guess I’ll grab a sweet treat for myself.” She looked so devious, small hand encircling my already pathetically engorged member, that all I could do was whisper an, “Oh, shit,” when she immediately wrapped her lips around it,  starting to suck me off without any preamble.

My fingers were white as I held onto the counter behind me to keep myself up. She looked so good, staring up at me with her lips wrapped around my dick, I felt like I was about to blow already.

Why did she have to be such a fucking tease?

“Oh, God,” I moaned when she managed to engulf the entirety of my member inside her throat, the choking noises getting to my head. My hand instinctively laced with her hair, first to hold her lips close to my navel, then to pry her completely off of my member.

“What’s wrong?” She questioned once she was able to speak, surprise written all over her features while I was still staring down at her slightly teary face and trying to find my voice.

“I-I have a problem.” There. I said it. I had finally made some progress in my goal to let her know what was going through my head. Only instead of curiosity, what I got was a confused expression from the woman still holding my dick, her eyes darting from my own to the member throbbing between her fingers.

“No, you don’t!” It would have been funny if I wasn’t so fucking frustrated. Yanking her by the hair, I complained, “Not that kind of problem!” pulling her to the living room so I could throw her on the couch, trying to ignore her moans of pleasure in the process.

I’d figured out pretty early on that she had a pretty serious hair-pulling kink, and if my plans of sitting down and having a level-headed conversation were ever in motion, they surely went out of the window the second she pulled my body down to cover hers and adjusted my cock so it would easily fill her.

“Son of a…” I groaned, letting my head fall down against her chest as the little vixen gleefully giggled underneath me, legs wrapped around my torso as she tried to thrust up and tempt me to move.

“Just wait a second,” I managed to reason, but she just shook her head.

“Fuck away your problem, Chris. Use me. I want you to.” Motherfucker. I really couldn’t catch a break with her. Just as she started to make me move again, my hand instinctively wrapped around her neck, lightly squeezing it just enough to get her to shut up.

“I wanna start a family with you,” I finally spilled, looking deep into her eyes as I tried to ignore that I was still balls deep inside of her. Her eyes widened, and now her mouth was the one hanging open.

I couldn’t really relish in it because she looked absolutely delicious and she felt stupidly heavenly to my throbbing dick.

A few seconds went by without as much of a reaction from her and I was about to pull out - despite still being achingly hard - but her legs held me tighter, stopping my plans of leaving her tight haven.

“You know…” She started to speak, a little out of breath, catching my attention as I finally gathered the courage to look her in the eye again. “When I first met you, I thought you were the epitome of a fuckboy.”

The unexpected sentence had me snorting, and then I just couldn’t stop laughing. Finally pulling away from her, she fixed her hair when she sat up and I did the same, shaking my head slightly as I rubbed my eyes.

Our own relative nakedness - well… mine, she was wearing her usual dress with no underwear under the damn apron - didn’t affect anything when I pondered over her words, until I decided to break the silence.

“I mean… I think I was?” She chewed on her bottom lip as she took in my response, analyzing it, weighing its validity in that gorgeous head of hers. I was nervous, but she hadn’t blew me off yet. And quite honestly? I’d do anything for that little hope that was growing inside of me.

“What changed?” Was her question, so unexpected I couldn’t help but question, “Huh?”

“What made you change?” It wasn’t an unwelcome inquiry, especially when the response became clear to me, lighting up my brain and warming my chest, spreading all over my body until I had no choice but to voice it.

“I realized I could have a future with you.” My smile was vulnerable but honest, and in her eyes, I could see that she knew that. When she threw one leg over my lap, straddling my hips, I allowed myself to breathe deeply again, leaning on the soft cushion while taking a hold of her ass.

“So, how are we gonna do this?” She non-nonchalantly asked, slowly rubbing herself against my still half-hard member. I groaned when I realized the implication of her words, knowing that the meaning paired with the feeling of her wet lips dragging along my cock would get it back up in no time at all. “You wanna do me right now?”

The brashness of the question made my eyes light up, as weird as it may sound. In that moment, it became clear just how perfect for me she really was, giving me what I needed exactly in the way I didn’t know how to ask for it.

“See? This is why I’m in love with you.” She rolled her eyes at that, making me laugh. I’d anticipated the gesture, I knew it’d take her longer to say it, but it was alright. The fact that she was willing me to give me a child was more than enough proof of her feelings for me, if her entire behavior ever since she moved in wasn’t already.

“Shut up and fuck me, Evans.” Throwing her back against the couch, she yelped in surprise when I took off my shirt and slapped the inside of her thigh, assuming my usual position of hovering over her smaller frame.

“Spread your fucking legs, darling. I’m gonna fuck you real good.” The way she bit her lip as I slowly penetrated her again showed me just how excited the prospect got her, and as I started to make good on my promise, her moans told me just as much.

“Holy fuck,” she commented as I pounded her ruthlessly, weeks of frustration and the rush of anticipation getting the best of me, and I was glad for the feeling of her nails biting into my skin because otherwise, I’d probably run over the edge of not even caring about her own pleasure as I chased mine.

“You gonna cum inside of me, honey? Make me a mom? Finally fulfill your dream of becoming a daddy?” Her words detracted me from my task of sucking bruises on the skin that was now mine to bruise, mine. I threw my head back, yelling a, “fuck yes,” as my hips sped up, desperate to fill her up, but I was determined to get her to cum before me.

“Say it,” she ordered, small hand circling my throat as best as she could, a throwback to what I’d done only moments prior. It wasn’t enough to choke me, but it did catch my attention. “I wanna hear you say it.”

Tears escaped the corners of my eyes as I blinked, the intensity of the moment overwhelming in the best of ways. “God, you are such a fucking tease…” She chuckled underneath me, giving my throat a squeeze before she raised up on her elbows to kiss my jaw.

“Better get used to it… daddy.” And just like that, I realized that I had yet another kink I hadn’t known about before her. Or maybe it was just her, and I was obsessed with the damn woman, painfully turned on by every little thing that she did.

“I’m gonna cum deep inside your little pussy, sweetheart,” I finally gathered myself enough to do as she asked me to. “You’re gonna belong to me forever now. Give me kids, make me happy. How do you like that?”

The mischievous grin she gave me told me everything. “I love it.” I knew this was her way of saying what she couldn’t yet voice, and I’d take it. I’d take anything she gave me, any chance I got to love this wonderful woman.

We came together, both riding our highs in deep ecstasy. I moaned when I felt myself empty all of my seed inside of her, incredibly excited about the prospect of starting our future together right then.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” I cradled her face in my hands as I struggled to catch my breath, but she turned it to the side and pressed a kiss to my palm and I was breathless all over again. It was such a simple action, why did it get to me so much?

“You’re not too bad yourself, Chris.” I didn’t want to part with her warmth, so I just adjusted us on the sofa in a way that kept me inside of her, sighing contently as I realized I’d never have to sleep away from her again.

“I’m gonna stay right here all night.” I adjusted myself so I was resting my face on her boobs, perfectly happy to do just so, but by the tone of her voice, I knew she had a teasing smile when she called me an, “Old man.”

“And here I was, thinking you’d be able to go again.” Warmth filled my chest at the realization of just how badly she wanted me - just as much as I wanted her too. I was so damn ecstatic. Not even her pokes at my age would be able to affect me.

“Oh, darling… better get ready,” I warned as I adjusted myself to hover over her again, taking notice of the excited glint in her eyes, the way she bit her lip as she stared back at me. “I’m never gonna get enough of you.”

The next morning, I added a new kink to the list of random bits of information that were driving me slowly insane as I felt the overwhelming need to bend the woman that I now got to call ‘mine’ over the nearest piece of furniture and rail her until I had cummed deep inside her pussy: seeing her in my shirt while cooking breakfast.

Yeah, I was going to live a happy life by her side.