#character ineraction

[enhanced-operatives-division]

Let her grieve

[night-market-if]

Me plays through all the routes it’s just so good

Belladonna still my fav

She went Bad ass bitch mode at first I was like nooooo

Then it was like holy shit (I need a min) got tiny bit sick

Then the we need to talk I’m like yes YES we do

I don’t judge her I will protect her she deserves the freaking world

But now I’m questioning how protective she will become. Like on one hand she might use the Mc on the other maybe not.

And just saw the book 2 was green light ohh I’m laughing and dancing.

Ima go get my mates into this but I pinky promise I won’t spoil anything(well might mess with them hehe.)

Bella is one of those characters that is ever changing. What I have enjoyed about her is her responses are vastly different given any of the situations, but she keeps her face completely blank because her emotions are her own.

But in Book 2, with a locked in romance, that is about to change. I think there is so much potential to explore her and I am excited to start getting into it all.

[benetnvsch]

this also came out recently ,,, love them,,,

[medskit]

You have completed your trials. I free you from punishment.

pre-disaster "friends"

[snoopledrooplecheesedoodle]

Yandere! Slasher! Heartslabyul Headcanons

Just a quick ramble hopefully because I saw something by @lustlovehart about serial killer Floyd and Jade and I was like: Jade Leech would make a convincing Hannibal Lector. Then I was like Deuce but Jason Voorhes. Now is the product of my brain rot. Non-Twisted Wonderland setting. Reader is gender neutral unless explicitly stated. Minor characters aged up.

Tw: yandere behavior, medical professional abuse, gore, murder, cannibalism, mentions of murder being recorded, forced cannibalism, verbal abuse, ooc Dylla mentions of some other real nasty shit

17+ CONTENT, DO NOT INERACT IF YOU DO NOT WANT TO BE TRIGGERED BY THE FOLLOWING CONTENT. IF YOU INSULT MY WORK BECAUSE YOU IGNORED MY WARNING YOU WILL BE BLOCKED! BY CLICKING KEEP READING YOU CONSENT TO READING THE FOLLOWING MATERIAL!

Riddle Rosehearts:

Bros the perfect serial killer I mean he's got it all:

Perfectionist attitude, dedicated to his work, abusive mom. I mean the slasher film practically writes itself.

I'm going with Riddle becoming a doctor like his mother was and being known for being one of the most successful doctors in the city. People are waitlisted trying to visit this "miracle doctor".

By day Riddle is the strict perfectionist who cares deeply for his patients, by night Riddle is meticulously finding and sadistically torturing criminals and "rule breakers" before beheading them. At first, he is seen as a benevolent force for ridding the city of its criminals and scum. However, The Red Queen, as he is called, swings her axe indiscriminately and soon beloved public figures are on the chopping block.

You could meet Riddle a multitude of ways, for this I'll say you are a critically ill patient who is in and out of the hospital. Hearing about the "miracle doctor" lead to you pleading with the red head. Riddle was moved by the "innocence" in your eyes and your desperate tone of voice. You needed him. He agreed and started your treatment.

Riddle grows feelings because of your kind and forgiving nature. You don't hold his strict and commanding behavior against him, only seeing it as him doing his job. Finally, someone worthy of the help of the Red Queen.

The problem came when you came into the office battered and bruised one day. Riddle demanded to know who the perpetrator was, but you kept you lips sealed. Riddle grew angry at your defiance, how dare you defy your queen, your protector. He screams at you, causing you to cry and curl into a helpless ball. Riddle feels guilt at making you feel this way and apologizes before gently encouraging you to tell him who your abuser was.

Riddle felt his rage hit an insurmountable amount when you revealed your abuser was the personal nurse your family hired for you. How dare this insolent peasant lay a finger on your divine form? No matter, Riddle will look through your patient files to find information about this personal nurse. He finds out that this nurse lives with you as a live in nurse, Riddle takes this information in with a sadistic grin.

Time to pay them a visit

You heard a garbled croak as you exited your ensuite bathroom. What could be making such a terrible noise? Cautiously you peeped through the door and crept towards the source of the noise. It was coming from your living room. You pattered over to the living room in bare feet, when a strong odor hit you. Iron. TWACK something slides from the living room to your feet. It was a head, YOUR NURSE'S HEAD! You opened your mouth to scream when a gloved hand silenced you. You stiffened as you hear a familiar voice.

Quiet my patient, you don't want to be framed for murder, do you? They were breaking the rules so I must punish them. The rule being one must never harm the spouse of the Red Queen!

Trey Clover:

Yo can you imagine though?

Your sweet town baker feeding you treats he made with love and your ex-boyfriend's flesh and blood (don't worry you'll only taste it a little). All with loving golden eyes and a knowing smile.

After some time in the big city for college, Trey moved back to his hometown to take over his family bakery. He is immediately accepted by the community at large for his amiable and brotherly aura. In no time at all the bakery becomes popular to people outside of the town as well (particularly cannibals and other shady characters).

People come to the front for sweet treats and are led into the back to become the fresh ingredients. Trey mostly murders people that come from out of town and tourists, people the town folk won't miss. However sometimes he has to make do with the outsiders within the town. Anything to feed his clients and himself.

Let's say that you moved to this small town of Bakersfield (name of town) for a fresh start in life, leaving your toxic family and manipulative ex-boyfriend. You decided leaving the city would allow you to escape your problems (plus there were serial killers loose, you didn't want to be beheaded or killed on tape). You like the idea of being part of a small tight knit community that work as one big family. However, you were disappointed when the community greeted you with a cold shoulder. Already your thought new life was going to be a disaster until you met Trey.

Trey met you when you visited his bakery, he doesn't remember seeing your face around (he wonders what you would taste like). He turns on his customer service smile and greets you kindly. Your glum expression immediately turns into a cheery grin. That's strange he kind of likes making you smile. You order one of his special desserts, which he whips up fresh just for you and your beautiful smile (men have pretty smiles too male readers, if I have any).

You end up coming to the bakery pretty often, not only for the sweets but the charming baker who works the front counter. You're surprised that he's single because you think he's quite handsome and kind. You gotten a tiny crush for the man who serves you pastries with a smile, and gives you back your money claiming your presence is enough. Trey put you in such a good mood that you brought some of the extra sweets for your neighbors and actually started making connections with the town's folk.

Trey saw you becoming more welcome with the townspeople and that left a sour taste in his mouth. He had to bite his lip to the point of bleeding to prevent himself from scowling when you rambled about how nice everyone has been. He was the first person to be nice to you and this is how you treat him? Looks like he'll have to play dirty to get back into your good graces. He may or may not have found the number of your old abusive ex and revealed your location. He knows that its wrong, but he'll make it up to you by being your protector.

Soon enough you'll only depend on him

This man was sick. No person you met could look at you so lovingly while bashing your ex's head in with a crowbar. This psycho killed people and ate them and was forcing you to play a twisted form of house. The chain around your leg reminded you of this fact. Every. Single. Day. "Open up my love, you're losing weight far too much, I can't have you wasting away." You look the devil who called himself your husband in the eyes and glared weakly. "I won't eat anything you make!" Trey laughed callously at your scorn. "It's funny that you think you have a choice." A rough hand grasps your jaw while the other pushes its way inside. You knew better than to bite his fingers, pain was a cruel teacher. The spoon of stew lays in your mouth and the hand holding your jaws puts more pressure on it causing you to whimper.

"If you swallow, you won't have to stay in the cold and lonely basement. Won't that be nice, sweet pea, you'll get to sleep in our nice warm bed. Only if you're a good for me and swallow.

Cater Diamond (longest one by far)

Hoo boy, this dude also is prime slasher material.

We'll keep the backstory of overbearing sisters and constantly moving due to his dad's job. This wore on his psyche harshly and made him more shut off from the rest of his family. Of course, his family only started caring when his grades start to slip. He was diagnosed with depression and ADHD. The medication only helped him get better at faking being happy and carefree all the time. His life allowed for him to become a very good liar and mask emotions very well. When in high school and during his current adult life social media was his one safe place where he could feel happy. Everything was fake and that gave him comfort that others people's lives were probably as miserable as his. He perfected his camera work and putting on a cute face for his audience and became quite a successful instaounce model (haha I made it more American) and influencer. When Cater graduated (barely) he refused to go to college and instead focused on pursuing his dreams of becoming a full-time influencer.

While Cater may seem cute, sociable, and relatable online, he also is jealous, vindictive, and murderous offline. He sees other people who are pretty and popular as a threat to his online presence, and threats must be eradicated. Enter his other pastime on the internet, streaming himself torturing and killing popular people on social media for an eager and sadistic audience. He goes by the username Killer_Diamond 💎💎♦️ and has millions globally bid to see who's suggested method of torture will be expertly carried out by Cater's creepily cheerful persona.

For this we'll say you're the cute new barista at an aesthetically pleasing cafe Cater frequents for coffee pics. You greet Cater with the same positive energy he exudes. He orders a very complicated coffee, and you create the coffee right the first time. No one in all the time he's been here has gotten his order to his high standards. Why are you so special? It almost makes him frown how flawlessly you completed his order, but your genuine smile makes the sides of his fake grin wobble. How could you so openly and freely be happy?

Let's say that you were adventurous and decided to peruse the dark web for some spooky content to sate your curiosity. When you stumble into a red room by accident. What you saw horrified you a person who you recognize as some model your friend gushes about being hot was being tortured as the live chat was filled with other horrific suggestions as what else to do to her. You felt bile come into your mouth as you saw the person in a bunny mask rip the model's eye out, causing her to scream loudly. The bunny mask turns back to the camera and chirps "Ooh a new person tuned in, say hello to them." You slam your laptop shut and lay awake in bed all night.

Cater felt like he had a new pep in his step, humming to himself a popular song he made his way to the cafe. Murdering always cleared his head and helped him destress, much more affordable than therapy. He greets you with a genuine zeal to see you, poor thing with large eyebags and a shell-shocked expression. He didn't like seeing you so disturbed. He asked you what was wrong, only for you to fake a cheery expression and ask him for his order. Cater knew you didn't trust him, so he'd have to befriend you if he wanted you to speak. Perhaps even kill the person who made you so upset.

Wait kill? Why did he care what happened to the person who upset you?

Cater offers you to sit and have a coffee with him, you try to explain that you're still on shift but Cater doesn't hear it and sits down beside you. Cater knows how to keep a conversation going and knows just the right things to say to make you more trusting of his intentions. He's a bit irritated that you still won't tell him why you're upset, but no worries he'll get you to open up.

You were losing sleep over the murder you saw take place. It had been weeks ago, but you still could see that eye on the tip of that knife. Should you call the police? No, the murderer might be able to trace it back to you. What on Earth are you going to do? Your phone pings notifying you that Cater or Cay-Cay as he prefers you to call him was messaging you.

Hey babe<3

Found this cute little hole in the wall sushi place, thought it'd be good for you to come and eat some food with Cay-Cay😘💕

Well, you'd always have Cater.

On my way Cay!

Cater has never felt love before. His family meant nothing to him, and he would never reach out to a fan in distress. However, you were perfect, so sweet and friendly. He felt like he could hide his murder stream from you and just pretend to be your normal loving boyfriend. He felt a blush come to his face at the thought of you being officially his partner. You'd take so many cute couple photos! However, you were too cute for your own good, attracting boys, girls, and others by being your sweet little self. It's not fair that you're so charming that other people want you! THIS WILL NOT STAND! Cater ramps up the murders and even ignores his chat pleading for him to drag them out longer. He just needs you to see that he's your perfect match, even if he must kill the ones, you love and isolate you.

No matter what happens Cater will have a place in your heart. Even if he gets that place by killing.

You were terrified, one night of drinking away your sorrows and now you woke up to total darkness. You tried to feel you way out, but your hands were bound behind your back. Oh god you've been kidnapped! You were going to die! A blinding light turns on revealing a luxurious room with red walls. Oh, seven this was the red room you saw! The person with the rabbit mask walks to the camera which was pointed at you. "Hello again my lovely viewers today I have a very special guest, my lovely!" You shake as tears fill your eyes; you try to scream but the tape covering your mouth prevents you. "Ah, ah, dear, wait till we get home to let out those pretty screams. My audience is not allowed to hear them." Another spotlight lands on a terrified friend of yours who you remember vanished a few days ago. They looked to be in rough shape. The rabbit figure bounced on their heels and walks very close to you with his back to the camera. "Before we start, I'd like to give my co-star a quick kiss for good luck. The figure takes the mask off and you gasp at the familiar face of you friend Cater.

"I know it's not the real thing, but I'll kiss you right on the tape. Oh, don't cry darling you'll have all of Cay-Cay later tonight. For now, we have an audience to entertain!

Deuce Spade:

Bro's literally just Jason Vorhees and Bubba Sawyer I mean come on, a puppy dog like killer who listens to the dead voice of his mother and you only.

Let's say Deuce was raised alone with his mother in the woods, his mother only leaving him to go gather supplies in the town. His mother had to raise him on her own and instilled in him a fear and hatred towards outsiders. Due to his mother raising him by herself and him never attending school, he isn't very educated and had delayed speech. His mother died when he was ten making him officially go crazy and hallucinate his mom still being with him. He's a hermit who lives off the woods and kills anyone who steps foot on his property.

You were a case worker who found a case of a woman who "abandoned" her child in the woods. Weird it's been swept under the rug for twelve or so years. Well, you weren't one to heed the warning of other case workers who begged you not to go. You weren't going to let some child continue to be neglected.

Deuce was going through the motions of his routine. Waking up, dressing, putting on his mask, kill something for breakfast, cook it, and he was currently repairing the small cabin. His mother had gone silent for some time, and it was worrying Deuce. Did his mother abandon him? A loud noise shakes Deuce out of his thoughts, as a terrifying metal monster approaches the house. Mother what do I do?

You drive your car through the woods towards the address on the file. Weird there's no official road up to the house nor any signs signifying that you are going in the right direction. Suddenly an item came hurtling towards your wind shield causing you to scream in terror. Holy shit is that an axe?! You hear a figure thunder up towards you and you scream in terror. A lanky blue haired man with a hockey mask covered in blood grabs the axe from the windshield and raises it above your head. You are prepared to ram the car into his body until he freezes.

Deuce what are you doing? A familiar feminine voice reproaches in his ear. His mother didn't want him to kill the trespasser? Mother I'm getting rid of the trespasser, like you've taught me. A ghostlike pinch formed on his cheek. Why would you try and kill your spouse that I handpicked just for you? After I put all that effort in Deucy you're still so ungrateful! Deuce grunts as he puts a hand up to his masked cheek. No mother I am grateful...they're actually quite attractive. Then stop wasting time and grab them before they drive away!

You scream as a hand breaks through your window and tries to pull you out of your car. You frantically swat at the hand that pulls you out of the driver's seat and places you over his shoulder. You kick and scream as he walks back to the cabin with you in tow, it was insulting how easy he managed to pick you up (Deuce is super strong in this, so fat readers you weigh nothing to him). You didn't want to die before finding the kid. "Hey, let me go, I need to find this kid named Deuce Spade!" The hulking figure freezes.

You are now being held off the ground and, in his arms, (if you're tall your feet are dragging) looking you dead in the eye. You try to maintain calm but who the hell would maintain calm when this muscular hermit is mouth breathing directly on you. The figure takes his mask off to reveal a handsome yet scared face of a man with blue hair, that looked a little too familiar. "Mother was right, you really are made for me." You open your mouth to protest when a pair of rough lips make contact with yours. You pound his firm chest with your fist, to no avail. The man pulls back to look at you with lovesick eyes and a heavily flushed face. "I'm Deuce Spade and mother said you are mine. How wonderful it is to have someone else in the family now!" Oh, geez what have you gotten yourself into.

Ace Trappola:

I heavily dislike Ace, like he rubbed me off the wrong way when we first met him in the game. I know everyone is supposed to be a villain but for someone who's one of our best friends he likes to insult us a little too much (more than the actual ex-bully). I'll try to do my best besides the biased (there are others who I didn't like on first meeting but grew to like).

Ace Trappola and you are childhood friends to your families. To you he's been a monster hell bent on torturing you till the day you die. He'll play the sweet golden boy next door to your parents, asking politely if you're home. Your parents sacrifice you to the demon in front of you to "play". They always blame you for the scratches and bruises you have after the "play date". He always gives you the same sadistic grin when others aren't watching.

Ace is a messed-up boy who wants to make you scared of him. He thinks it's funny when you cry in pain as he tugs your hair or punches you in the face. You're so much weaker than him and that gives him a high like no other. When puberty hit however, you grew much taller and stronger than Ace and wouldn't be pushed around anymore. When he brought a knife to school to scare you, you beat him to a bloody pulp. Something changed in him when you stood over him, once docile eyes filled with rage. It was kinda hot not gonna lie.

Ace goes from the bully to a psycho who stalks you constantly. You must have hit him too hard because instead of wanting to hurt you, he's hurting others who try and be around you. You think he's disgusting every time he groans when you hit him to get him to stop following you. Ace gets taken away to a psyche ward after the Senior Prom massacre. Let's say he didn't take to kindly to you asking someone out to the prom who wasn't him and killed almost every senior in your class including your date. You were the one who knocked him out for the cops to take away. His and your parents were distraught as they never thought an angel like Ace could do something so terrible. You were just glad you'd never have to see him again.

You moved on with your life and worked your way through college getting a degree in your dream field and meeting someone nice. Unfortunately, nothing goes your way as news broke out that an escaped mental patient had fled after a transfer to the mental institution in the town you were in. Ace knew where you planned on going to college and meticulously planned a way to get there so you can be reunited.

You were having a quiet night in, house sitting for a relative who lived nearby. You had ordered some pizza and put on some horror movies. You were watching Hallow's Eve (spoof on Halloween) when the doorbell rang. Must be the pizza guy. To your horror a familiar red head was at the front door in a blue mechanic suit holding a kitchen knife and was drenched in blood. "Hiya (Y/N) hope ya didn't miss yer boyfriend too bad? Cause I missed you a lot. You promptly slamed the door in his face. You don't have time for this.

Mwah different horror tropes hope you liked it. Now that I think about it, Ruggie and Leona or Ace and Deuce would make a pretty good Billy and Stu. Love ya bye!

[mythbringer-mayhem]

GODDAMNIT

man, I was just scrolling and now I'm a goddamn Raidioapple shipper what the FUCK

Ok ok-

And now I'm going to elaborate just because.

I was expecting someone out there to ship Lucifer and Alastor the second I heard Hell's Greatest Dad. I mean- two people singing/arguing over being father figures? Sounds gay to me /pos. The internet sure does love it's enemies to lovers (me included. I'm hopless lmao.)

BUT. I have specifics for this ship.

I hate it when people just look at Alastor's aromanticism/asexuallity and just go "nah. I'm just gonna do it anyways." I used to headcanon Alastor as complete aroace in the sense that he just can't feel that way for someone (this is not meant to sound like "oh he can't love anyone :( he's incapable" I mean specifically a romantic/sexual relationship.) Then fucking short ass king of hell arrives, and Alastor just IMMEDIATELY chooses violence.

I didn't think much of that besides "oh that's a little interesting," and then I stumbled across Radioapple and had to take a double take. My brain needed to figure out how that would work, like how it would start, flourish, ineract, yadda yadda-

.....so now I consider Alastor Demiromantic-

(I'm still goddamn writing jeez-)

Read on if you like random people looking wayyyyyy too much into fictional characters.

Headcanon timeeeeeeeee

When Lucifer and Alastor first meet, Alastor is surprised Lucifer doesn't know who he is. Up to this point, everyone knows about the terrifying radio demon, so it must be a little weird for someone to be completely ignorant to his existence. Especially when that person should probably know the ins and outs of what's going on- ....because he's the fucking king of hell.

This is something new for Alastor. It made him curious. When you're curious, you try to learn more right? So, Alastor starts pushing Lucifer's buttons, seeing how he reacts. On Lucifer's end, Alastor's just being a smug asshole. However his true intentions are information on the esteemed oh-so-powerful king of hell. Maybe Alastor doesn't quite know where this fascination comes from, but regardless he wants to learn more. I can picture him progressively bothering Lucifer more and more (this is his unique way of getting to know him semi-discreetly)

As well as figuring out what ticks him off, Alastor would also probably passively learn things Lucifer likes. For instance, he finds out what Lucifer's favorite alcoholic drink is or something- bare with me- Let’s say Lucifer has a rough day, and it's very clear to everyone in the hotel. While he's frustrated in his own room, he hears a knock at the door. Answering it, he finds his aforementioned favorite drink. At this point, he wouldn't know who left it. But after a while, he'd be able to figure out it's Alastor through process of elimination. (This is inspired by a comic I saw! :))

Now we've got Alastor trying to discreetly be kind to Lucifer, and Lucifer is aware without his knowledge. And Lucifer would call him out for it lmao. Slowly, they'd start acting friendlier towards each other. It would take a long, long time though. The slowest slow burn of them all. They'd hang out more, do things, kick angel ass, have friendly banter, do stuff with Charlie. Untill Alastor finally realizes that he might have a crush on Lucifer. Though, I feel he'd take a while to fully figure that out, do some soul searching, maybe go to Rosie for advice.

Then they'd confess. Or they wouldn't lol. I can totally see them going on what is essentially a date, even though they just consider it "hanging out". It would be a quiet relationship. Something you'd miss if you aren't looking for it, but it is there. They both just need someone they can rest with in my opinion.

These ideas are probably sporadic and nonsensical- but I ✨️don't care✨️ I just needed to rant about the old timey deer man and the short depressed apple gremlin.

[nerdynanny]

leans into the mic

No one should be obligated to interact with anyone else's OCs. You can 1000% follow a blog without the intent of interacting with ALL the characters, OCs included. IMO I think it's not poggers to interact with a blog with the expectation that they'll write with your OCs.

Shit-- no one's obligated to interact with MY OCs either. If you follow me for my canons, that's FINE by me. If you WANT to ineract, they're there if you like. But I consider myself a canon multimuse first, OCs second.

However-- if you follow a person with the intent of having their canons to interact with your OCs-- you should offer the same in kind. That's simply good form.

[artfightdramaconfessions]

I'm so sad. I put a character up specifically because I wanted them to be drawn with other characters. I wrote over and over 'Don't draw this character unless it's with other characters!!!' because that specific OC was supposed to be my OC's OC. It would've been the only way I would've actually enjoyed getting art of them. Instead, people apparently mistook it as that character being only allowed to b ein mass attacks because I got 4 attacks with them in mass attacks ineracting with others along 3 attacks by themselves.

Great! The OC of my OC got 7 attacks, the most attack of any character I had, all ignoring my rules. I don't even understand why so many people drew them by themself. They're extra simple, they legit the last character on my roister on the second page, have barely any bio-

It's not my most attacked character, but gosh darn it's getting close.

Typing this out, I've realized why they got attacked so much. Oh my gosh, I uploaded a simple shaped OC and didn't realize the consequenses!

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[marylily-my-beloved]

FATIMAH / FAY ♡ -

minor. she/they, muslim, arab, pansexual, infp, please ineract i need more friends, fatimah isn't my real name guys ♡

spotify - moodboards @aesthetic-crows - microfic blog @marylilymicrofic (with @icarus-last-fall) - ao3 - reading blog @fay-reads-and-cries

a bit abt me !! : my main fandoms are the dragon prince (tdp), marauders (fuck jkr) and she-ra !! I love basketball, writing fics, reading, being a big nerd 🤓, baking, listening to music, and doing aesthetic stuff !! my fav colour is purple, and pleaseeeee give me book and fic recs I'll love you forever ♡

DNI IF:

Rasict

Transphobic and/or homphobic

Islamaphobic

Zionist / supports israel

Sexist

Discriminate against people for any stupid reason

Fics <3

➥ Lily and the Princesses of Power (ongoing). She-ra au, marylily fic, background ships as well. Lily escapes from the Death Eaters leaving Mary behind. 6/? Chapters ♡ On haitus sorry guys but I might update soon! Just have big writers block for this and I feel super bad for not updating :(

➥ Back at that Party (finished). Canon AU, marylily fic, background dorlene. Mary & Lily have a disagreement at a party and forced to sort it out together. 1/1 Chapter ♡

➥ Good Luck Babe! (finished). Canon AU, Lily x Narcissa wedding fic, end game narcissa x lucuis. Lily gets invited to Narcissa's wedding, and warns her about what could happen to her, and then dies a couple of years later. Main Character Death, 1/1 Chapter (based on Good Luck Babe! by Chappell Roan) ♡ (tumblr link)

➥ Burning Stars (finished). Canon AU, Bellatrix x Alice fic talking about their relationship in Hogwarts and how it ended. very angsty, hurt no comfort. 1/1 chapter ♡ (tumblr link)

➥ Strawberry Mentos (finished). Modern AU, marylily fic based on 'strawberry mentos'. Short and pretty cute and sweet. Getting Together fic. 1/1 chapter ♡ (tumblr link)

➥ Letters to A Happier Life (finished). after war AU, marylily. Lily is already dead, and Mary discovers their old letters after she obvliated herself. 1/1 chapter ♡ (tumblr link)

luv u guys !! dividers are by @cafekitsune and images are from pinterest ♡

[outsidetheropesrp]

Halloween Event Details

Please like this post after reading and make sure to refer to it throughout the event. This will count as an activity event and it is very involved. If all of the guidelines are followed and requirements met you won't get credit. So make sure to ask questions if something isn't clear. Admin Cam is always signed in and responds to messages on any of her characters pretty quickly.

Details:

The event will officially begin on Oct. 18th and run through Nov. 23rd. As this event requires a bit more we are giving you more time than normal.

On Oct 30-31 any posts on the dash need to take place at the party. any conversations not happening at the part wil be on hold unti Nov. 1st an then if you wish you can pick them back up.

I have also decided that to give people more ideas for their paras/convos the event will also take place in a rumored Haunted House. Feel free to incorporate that into your paras/conversations.

Requirements:

Every character is required to participate. This does not mean every character has to do a para but you need to post on every character and ineract with other characters during the event. (interacting with your own characters does count if you want)

To try and make things a bit more fair if you only have 1 character you will be required to do 2 paras, if you have 2 characters you must do 3 paras.

Everyone with 3 or more characters is only required to do 1 para.

All paras must have 10 replies from each person to be counted.

For your characters that you're not doing a para on you can have a dash conversation either pre party or at the party. If it's at the party it must be a mini in person para. Self paras will also count.

Remember if you have questions please ask. If you do not follow the instructions you will not get credit for the event and it will be a an activity mark.

[sunday-arch]

*WANTED CONNECTIONS MASTERLIST/WISHLIST ( OC EDITION ) ;

clover d. iselda ---

more marine interactions; canons, ocs, you name it. i think some primary ones i'm eager to see her interact with would be: garp, koby, sengoku, tashigi, and smoker. but, really just anyone!

also, she herself is a captain so i do wanna see some captain / subordinate ineractions? i don't know if there are many marine ocs that would be a subordinate to her, but i want to explore what she would be like as a superior.

vergo. oh god, i can't say it would end well for her and it wouldn't be purely antagonistic, but yeah. this one would be so interesting.

more antagonistic relationships in general. in any verse of hers. forced to work together, enemy coworkers, i don't trust you but i trust you with my life, any type of relationship that isn't very friendly or straight up enemies.

for her shipwright verse, i'd love to write with a franky. i think that she really admires him, not in a fan type way, in a --- you're a cool, solid guy way. (also any of the other shipwrights and cp agents that were undercover).

kazumi haru ---

anyone from the akazaya nine !

the ship he stowed away on when he ran away from home. could be pirate crew, mercenaries, marines, etc.!

any plots set during the wano arc

possibly baroque works plots!

boldly going to say i ship him and robin, so if there are any interested robin writers... please call me.... (obviously, we can test for chemistry and nothing is set in stone, no pressure < 33)

nina liu ---

any underworld type muses ! or crime family type muses from the op verse. they could be business partners, alliances (temporary / betrayal also v much interested ), rivals, straight up enemies.

more cipher pol interactions for her cp specific verse! field mission, having her do a fitting for your muse, blackmailing her, a fun little gossip sesh, what have you.

interactions with the vinsmoke family!

otorobashi akai ---

any strawhat interactions! most wanted; luffy because a little captain vs. captain action would be cool. akai is super curious about this little guy.

any golden era pirates like roger, rayleigh, whitebeard, oden, kaido, and their crews. of course, ocs of this era as well!!

the marine that's out to finally capture this menace. a little cat and mouse plot would be cool. even a cipher pol agent or a bounty hunter!

rival pirate crews, temporary allied pirate crews, betrayals! just pirate dynamics.... please.

quetzal d. luna ---

any strawhat interactions! she would adore them. she's just the type of funky land humans that she'd want to be friends with.

really, any interactions in general! nothing too serious for her just because i think i want to establish some fun dynamics for this muse first before doing anything very dramatic or serious.

zephyr ---

any nami's that are interested in an older brother! obviously, i'm down for the needed plotting for this. i don't have anything set in stone as to how they meet again or under what circumstances. just that they were separated during the war on their home island.

any revolutionary army muses! he was rescued by the revo army in my canon and then later on, seeks them out to join them.

mentor/mentee relationship with him as the mentee! open to any capacity.

fight threads! whether fighting against each other or together.

zhi hua ---

because she's on akai's crew, all that was mentioned for his applies to her too!

**NOTE: any original characters, such as ocs that are strawhats, are counted, of course when i say i want strawhat connections.

[blackfairy312]

holy shit its been so long since i saw rhe LGBT S.T.A.R.S. image where the fuck did Aromantic Rebecca come from 😭 cool . also Komi's flag is outdated theyre AGENDER . NOT genderfluid . but maybe she used that label around this time lol.

oh yeah in thisntimeline Joseph Frost WAS one of the original S.T.A.R.S. memembers but he got paralyzed so he resigned and then Brad Vickers joined . JOSEPH DOESNT DIE!!!!! he moves out of Raccoon City begore the Incident . meaning Brad is the only S.T.A.R.S. alpha member to die (not counting wesker) i hate brad

bonus Komi and James

the second one isnstill a Tails Gets Trolled redraw panel thing but i based it off this fucking conversation Komi had with a James Sunderland ai 😭😭😭😭 lool

AND THEN FOR SOME REASON EVERY JAMES SUNDERAND AI KOMI SPOKE TO KEPT CONFUSING HER WITH MARY? its probablt bc they were trains hsing James and Maria's first interaction BUT STILL.

THIS ONE IS ALSO INSPIRED BY A FUCKING CHARACTER AI INERACTION 😭

IT WAS SO FUCKING UNPROMPTED TOO?? WHY DID HE SAY THIS??

[rom-e-o]

“Enact it with me? Please?” (Scrooge x OC NSFW Fic)

You know the whole Booktok trend of romance novel readers asking their partners to enact the scene where a character seductively leans against the door to flirt with/kiss their partner?

Well, when Constance and some of the other ladies get inspired by a romance novel from their new book club, she can’t resist asking him for a bit of a favor.

Of course, he doesn’t mind...obliging. ;)

Also posted on AO3. This is an 18+ fic!  MINORS, DO NOT INERACT!

Fic under cut.

As soon as he walked in the front door, he heard giggling.

Scrooge smiled at the sound, acknowledging how coming how to the sounds of sweet mirth was becoming more and more of a normality for him. It was more common than not to hear his lover Constance’s musical laughter fill the hallways. It was a beautiful and energizing sound, even after a long day of toiling stiff-legged at his desk in the counting-house.

He removed his hat and coat, effectively shedding the stress of the day as he left the more formal garments on the coatrack near the door.

Prudence, who had loyally walked at his side with her usual saintly gait, charged ahead to assume a position by the fireplace. She grabbed one of her newest bones from the butcher and marched it to the fireplace like a show-pony showing off a brand-new prize ribbon.

“Ebenezer?” her voice called inquisitively from somewhere beyond the foyer. Her lightly-accented Brooklyn cadence was nothing sort of saccharine, which he knew was a sign that she was up to delightful mischief.

“I just got in,” he called to her, the timbre of his voice deep, filling the halls of the mansion as easily as the toll of a church bell.

“Oh, wonderful!” she returned, “Can you come here? Pretty please?”

Goodness, she sounded impish, and he made no endeavor to hide his curiosity about it.

“I know that tone, I’m afraid,” he started to playfully say as he drifted up the stairs. “What am I in for?”

“Just hurry!” Constance called back.

Chuckling to himself, he slipped both hands in his pockets and kept a steady pace up the stairs. “A moment, dear. Where are you?”

“The sitting-room!”

As he reached the top of the stairs, followed the sound of her laughter and, sure enough, found her curled up in front of the room’s fireplace. Instead of resting upon one of the room’s many chairs or loveseats, each one adorned with enough pillows to please a fleet of show dogs, her exquisite form was curled up on the rug before the room’s roaring hearth. Even in profile, flames licked delightful shapes over the slopes and planes of her body.

She was dressed casually in a cornflower-blue satin gown, a color that mimicked the same hue as her eyes.

“I want to try something,” she said, the bottom half of her face concealed by an open book. Even though her lips were concealed by the pages, he could clearly see from her dimpled cheeks that she was grinning ear to ear.

“Hello to you, too,” he said playfully, crossing his arms. “My goodness, I leave for one walk and come back to the most coquettish grin I think I’ve ever seen.”

Out of curiosity, he glimpsed the cover of the book as he stepped closer. It took quite a few steps (he was still fighting the internal battle about finally admitting he needed glasses) but as soon as the text became readable to him, he couldn’t resist having a tiny smirk cross his face.

In flowery script, the book’s title read: “The Dowager’s Bodyguard.”

“Well, you’ve been doing some reading,” he teased, reaching out to run his fingers along the dusty-pink spine, which was finished with golden accents. It was a very pretty book, but clearly one of a certain taste. Gently, he plucked it from her fingertips and rotated it around so he could read the text on the pages.

Almost immediately, his brows shot up in amusement, then furrowed in intrigue in response to the text on the page:

He lips sought her with the fury of a storm ravaged a coast it had spent a season away from. His body crashed into hers with twice the power, knocking his love back against the door frame. Thankfully, the wide breadth of his chest was there to catch her and keep her pinned.

“Oh, Oscar, you cannot…” Alma pleaded, although the sound was muffled against his lips. “We are not yet wed.”

“To hell with vows and ceremony,” he growled in her ear. “Bread and circuses, nothing more.”

“O-Oscar, please…” she said, though her moans betrayed her persona of modesty.

“What do you want?”

“I-I want…”

“Look at me while you answer," he growled.

“I want to make you—”

The rest was quite…salacious in nature.

“Some interesting reading, indeed,” Ebenezer said, giving his lover an amused look over the top of the pages.

“Isn’t it just fine?” she asked, standing up to meet his gaze. "Hela recommended it to me! She loaned it to me from a personal collection, too. So, please be gentle!”

“Hela did, you sat?” he asked, then sighed playfully. He shut the blood with a one-handed flick of the wrist.

Constance blinked suddenly, then blushed. “Oh, was that too much insight into your niece’s head?”

A bit, he supposed, but he was nothing if not mature enough for it to not bother him.

“Oh, worry not, my dear,” he said quickly, wanting to squash any concerns of hers as quickly as possible. “Why, novels like this are popular for a reason! Everyone reads them.”

“Everyone?” she asked. “Including you?”

He didn’t answer the second question. “It’s nothing to gawk over. Perfectly normal, I’d say."

“Mmhmm.”

He wondered if Harry knew, and if he should bless his nephew with the knowledge. Not to be a tattletale, but to provide the man some helpful insight into some lovely surprises for his wife. Then again, they already had a lovely child to call their own, so perhaps he was already aware.

“We have a book club that Ethel, Hela and I started a month or so ago,” Constance continued to explain. “Some other ladies are joining too! The two women from the Festive Fund for the Poor – what are their names? – anyway, they’re joining too! Also, Mrs. Jenkins is going to join us! Oh, but don’t tell Tom…he might combust from embarrassment.”

“A club?” he asked in intrigue. How had he not noticed that? Was he falling too much into work that he was failing to notice such obvious things as he lover’s new hobby? The thought troubled him slightly. However, he didn’t have too much time to mull it over, as Constance was quick to return to the point.

“So, you’re probably wondering why I rushed you here,” Constance started nervously, poking her hair behind her ears.

“I’ll never pass up a chance to be with you,” he said with a shrug, “But I am a bit curious about the occasion, I’ll admit.”

“Well, um, there is a part in the book…”

Oh. Ohhh.

Backtracking a bit, he drifted across the room to a small mahogany and gold end table that sat adjacent to the chaise. Ebenezer leaned against the piece, crossing his arms and ankles in amusement as he watched her. “Yes?”

“W-Where the main character, um, heroine, is in her study, and her friend—”

“Friend?” he asked, eyes sparkling playfully. “They appear to be more than friends, from what little I glimpsed.”

She swallowed. “Right, um, yes. He comes in and leans against the doorframe with his arm up. Like, um…”

Constance was around 5’7”, but still shorter than Ebenezer’s towering 6’4”. As such, she looked rather adorable when she reached her arm up and tried to mimic the pose, especially when there was nothing for her hand to latch onto it. It looked more like she was a mime trying to reach for an invisible bag of sugar on an equally invisible kitchen shelf.

He chuckled slightly, and she puckered at him.

“Hey, don’t laugh!” she challenged lightly.

“Can’t help it,” he teased. “You are a sight.”

Constance tried to eye him sternly, but there was no venom behind her stare, no matter how much she tried to play the part by squinting her eyes and furrowing her mouth. Ebenezer only stared back at her with a knowing smirk.

“Continue,” he said, urging her on with a wave of the hand. “Please.”

“W-Well, her friend—er, companion, approaches her. He rolls up the sleeves of his shirt to his elbows, then runs a hand through his hair. Then, he gets really close, puts an arm up on the doorway, leans in, and…”

She brought a hand up to her only neck slowly. “Grabs her like this, around the neck to hold her in place.”

“Heavens.”

“Not hard! Gently. Then, um…yes.”

Of course, he could fill in the blank from there. Yet, he eyed her curiously. “And you’d like me to…?”

“Enact it with me?” she asked, her tone hiking up at the end, so it was more of a question than a request. “Please?”

She certainly wouldn’t force him, but it was easy to see from the way she bit her lip and eyed him expectantly with her hands nervously tangled behind her back, that she was very interested in the idea.

Thankfully, he was interested as well.

“I’m not sure how well I’ll measure up to a fictional bodyguard,” he admitted with a light grin as he went to undo his cuff links, “But, as always, your wish is my command.”

Ebenezer stood at his full height, starting with his left sleeve, and rolled it up easily until it settled at the top of his forearm.

He did the task slowly, making an unintentional show of it, not realizing how the simple action grabbed the woman’s interest and held it captive.

Fold by fold, the bare expanse of his forearms was exposed.

“O-Oh, my,” she said, watching and giggling at the sight. Her hands flew to her lips as she tried and failed to suppress a smile. She even giggled girlishly, like a schoolgirl who had found a love note atop her writing desk.

Upon looking at her curiously and seeing she was already a wide-eyed, simpering mess, he looked at her in amusement.

“…Truly?” he asked, eyes flitting down to the sleeves he’d simply rolled to his elbow. “This?”

“Yes,” she said, almost sounding pitiful.

To say the man was gobsmacked would be an understatement.

“…It’s that simple?”

“Yeees,” she admitted, head falling into her hands. Goodness, her cheeks were as red as her strawberry- blonde hair.

Truthfully, the man wasn’t sure whether he should he flattered or dismayed by the reaction. “Is the bar so low for men that little things like this are enough to fantasize over?”

“Yeeeeeeees,” she groaned in admission, face sagging further into her hands. Then, she gasped playfully, as if she’d been caught red-handed in the middle of committing some crime. The gasp was so convincing that Ebenezer even tensed for a moment, expecting something was wrong.

However, this trepidation fluttered away like a summer cicada when she twirled around in mock dismay, hand pressed to her forehead in faux shame.

“I’ve said too much,” she admitted, her voice nearly reaching a falsetto. “I’ve given you the keys to the kingdom. Now you can run rampant and woo all the ladies and men you want!”

He rolled his eyes but couldn’t hide the blush on his cheeks.

“A bit of an exaggeration, don’t you think?” Ebenezer reminded her, trying to keep his stern persona in check.

“Oh, woe is me! I’ve betrayed my kind!” she cried, swaying again on her feet. 

“Your kind?” he asked in spirited confusion. “Whom would that be? Overdramatic redheads from New York?”

“Those who worship the beauty of the male form,” she supplied, sweeping her arm in his general direction. “Forms like yours.”

“Mine?” he guffawed, fingers splaying over his chest.

“Yes, yours! And the Grecian gods. Same thing, really.”

Crossing his arms, his shoulders slumped in mock exasperation at her flirtatious jabs. Truly, he never tired of them, but he was nothing if not humble (even to a fault) sometimes.

“Connie, my dear, please…”

She threw her arms up and playfully fainted on the coach. She shook her head against the surface of a harlequin-printed pillow. “They’ll lock me up, I know it. My life is over. Over, I say!”

Ebenezer rolled his eyes at the adorably theatrical display. Constance was nothing if not a classic American lady, and as such, she could be a little more … outlandish than the typical English woman. Not that he minded this little cultural shift in mannerisms. Where she lifted, he grounded, and they made a nice match. Besides, her antics were amusing.

“I believe you need to be in the door frame for the rest of our enactment, dear,” he reminded her gently, pointing to the room’s open entryway. “That is, if you’re still interested.”

Constance let out a muffled squeal of excitement against the pillow before she bounced up and darted beneath the door frame. “Y-Yes, indeed! Um, here?”

“You tell me,” Ebenezer said, a soft kindness to his voice as he watched her. “I’m putty in your hands.”

He watched her as she experimentally leaned against the door frame, placing both hands behind her back and letting her spine unfurl against the polished wood. Once she caught him staring, the woman bit her lip playfully and gave her shoulders an extra push back. The effect caused her ample breasts to bob against the perilous restraint of her dress, its wetted sheen already doing wonders for highlighting the beautiful body beneath.

Once satisfied with her pose, she nodded and gave a welcoming sashay of her hips. “Okay, ready."

"You're sure?"

"Yes, sir.”

Scrooge hadn’t anticipated the effect the word ‘sir’ would have, but an alarming rush of blood to surge concurrently to his face and to anatomy below his beltline.

Clearing his throat, he walked toward her briskly. With his long legs, he was able to traverse the space between them in less than five steps. With each advance, Constance seemed to press her back further into the frame, but head tilting downward and smile widening in anticipation.

Once he was before her, the height difference between them became further magnified. Slowly, Ebenezer lifted his hand to her elbow. Not breaking contact for a second, his large hand skimmed the entire length of her arm before crossing over her freckled décolleté. Each brush of his fingertips along the sensitive skin left tingles in its wake, and she shivered inadvertently. Still, the magnetism between them pulled them closer, despite the anticipation making their movements slow and tentative.

With prolonged slowness and the utmost gentility, his hand continued its path north to the smooth column of her neck. Careful not to squeeze, his fingers had no issue wrapping the circumference, the warmth from his palm reinvigorating the pear and lily perfume she’d spritzed herself with in the morning.

“Like this?” he asked, his thumb skimming the edge of her jawline. By now, her head was angled up to meet his, her red lips parted slightly in anticipation of upcoming contact.

Constance averted her eyes shyly. “Y-Y…”

His other hand came up to clutch the dip in her waist.

“Look at me-” he commanded, voice breathy, “-when you answer.”

The sharp intake of breath that followed was nothing short of sensual. 

He watched her carefully, watching the rise and fall of her chest to see the air slide in and out of her lungs. On the next inhale, he leaned in, using his hand to pull her body to his. Their bodies slotted together effortlessly, his lips covering hers in a rush of movement. 

Their noses mashed together and their teeth clanged, but neither cared. As their lips met, Ebenezer’s deft fingers stroked up and down the column of her left, testing every inch of skin to make sure all the most sensitive swatches were paid proper worship. Constance moaned, tilting her head back and angling her jaw more to accommodate his skilled movements.

“Ebenezer—” she gasped, before her mouth was covered by his again. Her hands flew from their position behind her back and to his head, tangling fast in the slicked-back silver locks.

With her lips preoccupied, she could only moan when his other hand drifted from her waist and up to her chest. He gave one of her breasts an experimental squeeze, and chuckled when she arched her body in response.

“Mmm. Very good,” he purred softly.

His fingers walked upward to the low, scoop-shaped neckline of her dress. The buttons keeping the fabric clasped were small and delicate. Normally, such small clasps were infuriating to try to meticulously open cleanly when trying to undress her in a moment of passion. Somehow, he always ended up tugging one of the delicate prongs off, or unravelling a thread from pulling too hard (something she routinely teased him about). However, on this occasion, the smooth satin material that coated each little clasp made it almost concerningly easy for him to undo them. With a light pull on the fabric, the blue swath parted and revealed her ample cleavage.

One hand slipped beneath the top of her breastband to fully cup one of the soft mounds. She shuddered in delight, the press of her hips becoming more insistent against the growing bulge between his legs.

All it took was a few strokes of his thumb atop the swell to harden her nipple, causing the pebbled tip to press into the warmth of his palm.

The next time their lips parted, she was quick to untangle her hands from the back of his head. She moved them to the buttons of his waistcoat, then to the pearlescent buttons of his shirt.

“O-On the couch,” she said breathlessly, pushing the fabric to the floor. “Now, please.”

He gave a chuckle of triumph at her plea. He bent quickly at the waist to snake one arm beneath her knees and another securely about her waist. Even at his age, he was able to lift her as easily as if he’d been a man in his thirties or forties.

With a yelp of delight, she allowed herself to be whisked away by the dashing man. After kicking the door shut with his foot to avoid any unwelcome interruptions, he carried her bridal-style over to a moss-green chaise near the fireplace. There, he deposited her body gently, positioning her legs so they dangled over the edge of the cushioned arm.

She kicked them back and forth lightly, giggling as his hands went to her knees to massage them.

There, in that moment, he took a beat to admire her.

“Beautiful,” he whispered.

The prone position made it easy for him to lean over her, eyes devouring the sight of her exposed breaths and flame-kissed face. Gods, she was angelic. There were goddesses rendered in marble less perfect than her, in his eyes.

“Ebenezer, I want you,” she pleaded, her voice soft. One of her hands came to her chest, manicured nails stimulating and teasing one of her nipples. The way his gaze burned into her so hungrily spurred her on, and she reached down to hike up her skirt, petticoats crinkling.

“Yes,” he agreed.

“I need you inside me,” she said, flailing behind her head for one of the accent pillows she knew was somewhere on the chaise. Once she found one, she tried to wiggle it under her hips. “Please?”

“Yes, yes,” he agreed, his own hand rushing to meet hers. Gods, she could have asked for anything in that moment, and he would have bent over backwards to give it to her.

He helped her secure the pillow snugly under her hips, making sure she was comfortable before proceeding.

“Is this alright, love?” he asked, stroking her face with the tenderness of glassblower handling their latest crystalline creation.

“Perfect,” she whispered eyes brightening at his tenderness. “Thank you for checking.”

As she tugged up the hem of her dress, he lifted one of her legs and dropped a kiss on her ankle. His mouth then worked it was up one of her legs. Along the way, scars and bruises from past abuse coiled around the appendages like ribbons. The raised marks ranged in color from deep purple to a light silvery sheen, similar to his hair. Each one marked where someone had tried to hurt her, but she had resisted and healed. For a long time, looking at the injuries made him feel anger or melancholy that she had suffered such brutality.

Yet, so long as the scars were on her body and a part of her, he wanted her to feel no ounce of shame about hiding them from him. So, he worshipped each inch of scar tissue with his mouth, reassuring her of her beauty with thousands of kisses.

“Mmm, Ebenezer…” she keened, turning her head to giggle against the fabric. “You’re teasing me!”

“Am I?” he asked cheekily, giving one of her thighs a squeeze.

“Y-Yes,” she admitted, “And you know it, you rake!”

Her free leg lifted to give him a teasing kick on the bum. He yelped in brief surprise before seizing the other ankle, releasing another peal of mirth from her lips.

“Hm, I wonder…” he mused aloud, his voice lowering to a seductive drawl. His hand inched up the side of her leg until he was close to the apex of her hip. “These interesting books you read. You seem to enjoy them.”

After giving the supple flesh a squeeze, he gave her a light spank, which pulled the most beautiful cry from her throat.

“Do you think of me when you read them?” he asked wickedly, smirking as her face lit up with renewed embarrassment.

“E-Ebenezer…” she moaned, tossing her head back in response to the pleasure pain. He could see her hips start to work forward toward his hips, guided by lust to seek friction.

Speaking of friction, his own cock was beginning to put painful strain on the seam of his trousers.

“Tell me,” Scrooge ordered, reaching down to undo his trousers. The relief was instant as he allowed his erection to arc proudly toward his lovely, the tip engorged reddish-purple with lust. His cock spring free from a thatch of salt-and-pepper curls that, on each down thrust, always scrubbed her clit perfectly.

“O-Of course I do…” she trailed off, a sheen of perspiration giving her an added aura of radiance. “I-I always think about you touching me in those ways."

He positioned himself between her perfect legs, hissing at the heat and moisture of her vulva. Even with just the tip of his arousal pushing against her, he was having a hard time keeping his thoughts collected. "You only 'think' about it, dear?"

"I-I try to use my own hands to touch myself, but it never feels as good as you. Never—ah—!”

At that moment, he bucked into her softly. He had only plunged an inch or so inside, but it was enough for him to bite his lip in a futile attempt to stifle a curse. Heavens, she made him feel like a inexperienced teenager, even now! He felt naïve, but also...youthful. Invigorated.

He'd intended to start slowly and then add length with following thrusts, slowly working up to her taking his entire length. Constance, however, didn’t fancy this approach. Once his engorged phallus slipped between her damp folds, she needed all of him.

One of her legs rose to wrap around his svelte waist and tug him closer, her heel urging him deep by nudging him at the base of his spine. Unable to resist, he succumbed to her command and sank into her to the hilt.

“B-Bloody hell, you are magnificent…” he stammered. His head hung between his shoulders as he stared down at her, hands moving to her wrists to pin her. “Incredible…”

Bodies fully connected, both took a moment to catch their breath, savoring the pressure and heat of the moment. He started a slow rhythm moments later, spurred by the eager shaking of her hips.

Her cheeks were red, and her brow furrowed in concentration as she drew back her hips for a moment before rolling them back into his pelvis. The surge of desire and pressure on her clitoral hood from his coarse hair loosed a deep sigh that bordered dangerously on a sob.

“So good…” she said, bracing her hands against the chaise as she increased her pace. Even though his hands were upon her wrists, keeping her safely grounded to the chaise as he picked up his pace, she still arced her bare breasts against his furred chest. 

Gods, he adored how she clung to him. The feeling of her trembling thighs around his core and her trembling fingertips...if it could be bottled, he'd choose to remain intoxicated off it for the remained of his days, consequences be damned. Even after multiple coupling, he still swooned over how she loved to hold and cradle him as much as he did her. How when they were together, the passion she felt was so barely contained that, more often than not, they ripped seams in the bedsheets or knocked items off desks with the pace of their lovemaking.

As usual, her wish was his command.

“S-So...ah! Mmph! I…want more of you…”

He continued his pace, angling himself in a way that he knew her body responded favorably to. For better leverage, he pressed his face down and into the crook of her neck. With each thrust, he growled into her ear, the orgasmic tension mounting inside him. The pleasure tightened swiftly like a screw being twisted tighter and tighter, until he was ready to pop.

“You’re so perfect,” he husked, teeth scraping the flesh of her throat. “So fucking perfect.”

As his pace became frantic, he plunged deeper, the tip of his cock finally finding her cervix. Her response was immediate, the muscles in her stomach flexing as she pushed her hips as hard and fast into him as she could.

“Y-Yes, right there!” she begged, tossing her head back. Downy baby hair stuck to her forehead and cheeks as passion carved the most beautiful expression on her face. “Oh, please don’t stop—r-right there! Keep going!”

He adjusted his stance slightly, grinding his hips with piston-like precision at the same angle that had made her cry out. All the while, he watched her face and body for signs; his eyes fine-tuned to the telltale signals that she was close. He could feel his own orgasm approaching quickly, and if he kept up his current pace, he would shatter soon.

“C-Connie,” he pleaded breathlessly, reaching between her legs. Reaching under her skirts, he easily found the little nub of nerves he was looking for, so engorged with blood and lust that it was poking out past its hood that usually concealed it. With the pad of his thumb, he began working tight circled into the spot, moving his hips to match the ebb and flow.

“O-Oh my god,” she panted, flexing her wrists against his grip. “Ah, hah, I’m going to come soon. Oh, my god, Ebenezer, I going to…I'm already so...”

He nodded in agreement, feeling perspiration beginning to gather at his brow. “I know, dear. Come on, it’s okay. Come.”

The signs intensified. The fluttering of her knees as she struggled to keep her legs open, the way she began to breathe steadily through her nose, and the way her pupils began to blow out. He held her gaze, wanting to stare into her eyes when she unfurled from pleasure.

Then, with a rise of her chest and one last swirl of his skilled thumb, she was gone.

Constance yelled her lover’s name as her body convulsed and tightened around him like a hot fist. Her orgasm shook her in waves, rhythmically tightening and going lax in random spurts for almost half a minute. Right after she went over the edge, he was quick to follow, how own body tightening in one white-hot moment of pleasure pain.

He growled possessively against her as he finished, muttering her name and over as he ground into her. Ebenezer continued to thrust into her as long as he could through the orgasm until he could move no longer, his brain unable of responding to anything other than the primal urge to thoroughly seed the woman beneath him. Only then did he still, allowing himself to fill her completely while they rode out the rest of the blissful union together.

Their breaths came in pants, both hearts racing in tandem.

Even so, that didn’t stop her from opening her arms and inviting him to lay atop her.

Eventually, when he trusted his legs enough to move, he pulled out of her. Moving as steadily as he could on legs that felt more like they were made of licorice rather then bone, he climbed over the arm and joined her on the chaise. Flopping into the vacant space between her and the back of the piece, both chuckled as they wound their arms around each other and embraced.

A bath would be needed, and their clothes were far too sticky and sweat-slicked to wear for the remainder of the day. Of course, neither cared.

After a minute of basking in the afterglow and silken silence that encased them like a cocoon, Constance was the first to speak up.

“I’m dizzy,” she whispered, swaying against his chest with a light laugh. “W-Wow.”

“My, are you alright?” he asked, concern creeping into his voice as he held her. “Connie? Hey…Connie?”

“Fine,” she said quickly, holding up a reassuring hand. “Very, very fine. Just…wow.”

He heaved a sigh of relief, then reached over to push some hair back from her face.

“Well, did the scenario live up to your expectations?” Scrooge asked, eyeing her with a gaze that brimmed with adoration It was the only way he ever looked at her, but still, something about the way he gazed upon her in that moment sent an electrical current through her heart.

“Oh, very much so,” she said, snuggling into him as if he was the most comfortable bed in the world. “Exceeded them, in fact. I may never enjoy romance novels again!”

He chuckled and dropped a kiss on her taffy-colored head. “Well, I’m sure we can think of some…solutions.”

She giggled again, pressing her face to his bare chest, fingers toying idly with his chest hair. He blinked down at her, hands holding her as tightly as possible.

“May I say something silly?” she asked as she caught her breath.

“You haven’t met your silliness quota yet?” he asked cheekily. “Impressive.”

She smiled at his reciprocation, appreciating it. “You make my heart beat so fast that it makes my ribs feel soft. My entire chest feels watery when we’re close, and it’s…bizarre. Wonderfully Bizarre. I’m still getting used to it.”

All the breath left Ebenezer’s lungs in a low, awestruck sigh. “Connie…”

“I…love you very much, Ebenezer,” she said, eyes crinkling in the corners as she smiled. “More than anyone.”

She reached down just enough to grab his hand, then laced their fingers. “I…will never look upon my years with Orin happily. However, escaping him brought me here, to you. So, when I think of it like that, it makes everything feel a little better.”

He didn’t know what to say. All he could do was stare down into those blue eyes of hers, as clear and bright blue as a countryside lake.

“I…don’t know what to say,” he said, his voice as fragile as a bird’s wing. “Your words humble me. I am…undeserving of them, and of you.”

She shook her head.

“I’m afraid I must disagree.”

She reached up and cupped his strong chin, fingers ruffling his star-colored sideburns. Then, she dropped a kiss on the indent of his sharply caved cheekbone. Her lips were so raw from kissing that she didn’t leave so much as a smudge of her usual red lipstick behind.

“Thank you for making me feel so cherished and loved,” she whispered. “I promise to always try to bring the same joy to your life that you have brought to mine.”

Gods, he felt close to crying. Blinking back tears of happiness as best he could, he drew her close and dropped a kiss on the crown of her head.

“My love,” he whispered, cradling her close over his heart, right where she belonged. “You already have.”

[stark-illerbase]

SCVI do SO MUCH in terms of character development/exploration both for the main characters you ineteract in the main plot and side characters you might miss out on if you aren't fully taking in the game.

I have 380 pokemon into the dex, beat all 5 starfall bosses, every gym leader, and all the titans and i JUST went back to do the classes for the academy.

Bonding with Director Clavell and taking time to talk to The school Nurse/ other teachers is such a fun experience that you really build relationships with these seemingly unimportant NPC's

*Spoilers*

The PC doing the treasure hunt inspired Mimi to take her teaching exam and pursue her dream of teaching for the academy.

Taking the Art class with Hassel totally gives you insight into his position as a member of the Elite Four and how much he cares for pokemon AND you get his totally platonic relationship with the Grass Type Gym Leader, Brassius

Director Clavell, who tries to protect the PC at the end of The Starfall route from fighting the real Cassopeia fearing they'll get hurt, asks you about your time at the academy and offers a help/guidance should it be needed and really takes this kid under his wing.

AND DON'T GET ME STARTED ON THE SOLID CHARACTER ARCS FOR BOTH NEMONA AND ARVEN

This game has its visual glitches and bugs but GOD DAMN have i enjoyed the story in all it has to offer. Its refreshing to see the characters like your "rival" who- for the majority of the franchise- have been "I WANT TO BE STRONGER AND BETTER THAN YOU" Actually have in depth personalites and quirks that attach you to them.

And the way Nemona and Arven INERACT WITH EACH OTHER!!!! IS SO SOLID. I LOVE IT SO MUCH!

[queenendless]

C.Y.B.E.R. Multi-crossover Fighting Game (Fan Game Concept)

CENTRAL HUB FOR ANY AND ALL FUTURE POSTS ON WHAT IF CHARACTER INERACTIONS/DIALOGUES/DLC GUESTS AND MORE FOR THIS CONCEPT OF A FAN GAME.

• 7/18/23— ACTUAL REWORKED/NEW STORY CONTENT! ⬇️

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Yeah this is just an idea. IDK what to do with it really cause doing all this by myself is difficult as my ADHD self is hopeless! 😫 sorry whoever reads this still.

[hanahaki-cure]

YOUR NYO PRUK!!!! God, so incredible!! Really Amazing!! I'd love to hear hcs and how they are with each others kids!! Like I feel julchen would love Leon , mathew and NZ(no idea his canon name) as they would be so reserved like lil Ludwig while struggling with Jack and Alfred cause of all the energy (plus the idea that Alice has all these kids she would never think someone would wanna be with her but Julchen likes her and god

Oh my, thank you for the enthusiastic and sweet reply! Actually, the ship is a bit niche, F/F ships (even Nyo!versions) are even more niche in this fandom, so receiving a reply in the first place makes it a highly unexpected therefore even more pleasant surprise. (❁´◡`❁)

Alright, there're so many HCs going into their Nyo! + parenting dynamics, I need some preface: A lot of Alice's ineraction with her kids is based on @historia-vitae-magistras work about Arthur and his ilk, many HCs about Maria and Ludwig are based on @kisamesopelagic and me gushing over Gilbert's and Ludwig's dynamic. An entire HC vomit going on under the cut.

For Alice, I imagine her to be quiet similar in character to Arthur although more temperamental and prickly since in some periods her being the incarnation of a large empire was strongly questioned which let's her temper flare up. She has to though. Master of hidden quips, insults, and observation of social circles. Now to Maria Julia Beilschmidt, nicknamed "Julchen" only by close friends. (I'm aware that Julchen is Nyo!Prussia's popular fanon name although in German it's a diminutive nickname form for the male name "Julian", rarely for it's female versions. Therefore I accept it mostly as nickname for her middle name, maybe from the times when Elizaveta or Roderich talked to her dismissively to undermine her authority.) Thanks to Nicky's HC, Gilbert's copious mode to work in spite of 23 layers of religious repression is artificially inflating his ego and developing a bit of megalomania, Maria has more self-confidence is actual self confidence. She was handed nothing because of her gender. If she wasn't fighting anyone else, she had to fight within her own ranks for respect to keep her head above water, having learnt that brashness and unapologetically standing your ground keeps her afloat.

In my HC Maria is surprisingly good with kids, to everyone's surprise, even to her own surprise. Ludwig wasn't an accident, he very much was a Prussian project yet Maria couldn't help but to slowly adore that frail, desoriented kid (which increasingly talks for hours about trains). That doesn't mean that Maria is the best parent, she seriously lacks in sensitivity, opens, and emotions. Or to put it differently: "The way to hell is paved with good intentions." A lot of her own expectations on how and who Ludwig should be is packed in her education, all the tools she got for her developement are pushed into Ludwig's hands as a "one size fits all" and "This is how I got big and strong so that must work for you!", no questioning of her methods possible. Fact is, Ludwig is an earnest, hard-working kid yet only in his adult years he realizes that he would've needed the emotional tools of reflection. At the same time, Maria can be really fun. During training she's encouraging, believing that her sibling or kid is the best thing that happened in her life. Oh, and Maria can be child-like. Since she didn't have a childhood (being a military order), playing pranks, fooling around, encouragement for arts and crafts (excuses it with: "This creativity and fine mechanical skills are good for your future career as engineer!") is something she will part-take in. Defends her loved ones like lioness who got previously stepped onto her tail. And does like to listen to children talk, partly because children's tales are so imaginative and fun, partly because she takes kids seriously although not the best at handling any situation which can't be solved with replies like "there, there" or "well, here's the five step way to succeed out of this mess". Alright, now finally, Alice and Maria with their kids: Alice did this to herself, she chose to take on so many projects, she favours, she expects her children to make it on their own. The most sore kid-parent-relationships are probably with Leon and Harry (Singapore). Both, Yao and Shadiq (Malaysia) are furious about Alice deliberately taking in Harry and Leon, leading to weird co-parenting scenarios which make especially Harry, as he's the youngest, quiet nervous. When Maria got involved with Alice was kinda trying to clean up Alice's messes. Not like Alice actually had any non-political messes in her lives, Maria just assumed so because Alice's living style wasn't up to Prussian householding guidelines. (The fights they got into because Maria tried to Kondo Alice's main residence without asking for permission first whereas Alice secretly stashes a lot of memories of her kids.) One of the few welcome additions was Maria setting up entire folders of spreadsheets of appointments, meal plans, and activities for the kids though. At some point Alice and Maria both agree that they can privately interact with each other's kids but any political involvement is taboo. Private interaction include arts and crafts, excursions (Alice always organizes these, the last one Maria lead was a eight hour "Spaziergang" including tents, hiking boots, and some mountain climbing), reading stories, eating together. Whereas Ludwig remains fiercely within Maria's care, things got a bit more relaxed for Alice since Maria has a lot of energy (also the unshakable will) to organize the household as well structuring their daily life properly so the two women have some time left for themselves in spite of all the work. (I could go on for longer what their relationship looks like but this post is already long enough. @____@)

Since the actual parenting situation for Harry and Leon is Alice's personal problem, Maria has a lot of opinions but Alice drew a strict line to not involve a foul-mouthed, "isn't diplomacy another military verbal tactic?!" girlfriend in it too. So, they don't interact much with Maria yet Ludwig can join them on playdates whenever they're in Alice's house at the same time. (@hetahonda and I like to joke how across sea and land Singaporeans and Swiss people are so strinkingly similiar. Is Switzerland the Singapore of Europe, is Singapore the Switzerland of SEA? In any case, hence the reason reason Ludwig gets along well with Harry, he reminds him a lot of cousin Zwingli.) Ludwig and Harry, on the few occasions they meet, are getting along without talking much. They go on exploration walks for bug hunts or play train, all very chill.

Zee, Eleanor, isn't only Alice's favourite, Maria took a strong liking to her too. It might be a bit of a gendered thing since both see themselves in a a resiliant, resourceful, defiant girl (although irony that Alice is the one occupying her). Eleanor, as she only meets Maria on private occassions, considers Maria to be a person lacking in tact or seriousness so she's reluctant to interact with her. This frustrates Maria who tries to explicitly have girl-activities (horse riding, archery, shooting range, what a great girls day!) together. Eleanor developed a strategy to surround herself with her fellow siblings whenever Maria's announced to visit. Funny enough, Eleanor learns from Alfred that Maria is a fearsome foe on the battlefield, leading her troops under an iron-hard regiment. Fun fact, for a while Prussia supported the US-independence movement. So, I would argue that Maria can handle Alfred who stills sees her as former teacher. In return Alfred will for very long time remain a greenhorn thinking too early of himself as a hotshot. Together they love to tease Alice although Maria sometimes reminds Alfred that she considers herself in a higher social rank than him. Considering how Alfred has a Golden Retriever personality, he's a bit hurt that his military idol doesn't think as highly of him as he thinks of her. In any case, after having learnt about Maria's other nature, Eleanor reluctantly respects Maria, even asks her about battle strategy. In a moment of enthusiasm Eleanor babbles about the proud warriors among her people. Ludwig and Alfred get along well. Both get involved in model building, planning to craft crazy machines. It's a cute sight both being busy building intricate machinations, Alfred talking, Ludwig giving barely any response. Anyhow, Ludwig describes Alfred: "Really good bud."

Ok, Jack and Matt. Jack is actually someone with whom Maria struggles. He has a head of his own, attracts accidents and wildlife like a reverse lotus flower. Whereas Alfred seems to be born cafeeinated, he sometimes sees a point in structure. Jack on the other hand could be left entirely on his own, he would end up best friends with any animal meeting him, not getting why everybody's raving so much about social constructs like punctuality, organigrams, or q-tips. While Alice forbade Maria to interact with her education except for helping out with householding chores as well as setting up admittedly helpful daily plans, Maria's impulse is heavily tested whenever she sits next to Jack who tells her all about his wild ravings. Sometimes Jack comes along with Harry and Ludwig for bughunts. Very handy, since within five minutes even the rarest critters run over Jack's hands. Towards Matt Maria is similarly gentle for the same reason she's gentle to Ludwig. Matt is well-raised (something Maria considers very important) while capable surviving the coldest winters, sometimes on his own. Matthew likes to stick to Alfred or Eleanor whenever Maria's in the house yet enjoys her company when she reads fairy tales to the kids, or, unlike Alice, asks about his latest life events.