#doomed yaoi and I go hand in hand are we even surprised

[hansoeii]

It was affection.

[herearedragons]

i think i fooled myself into believing i sent an ask before whoops can i get 5, 7, 17, 25, 31, 33, 39, 40, 43, 45, 50!!!

5. If you could make only one of your OCs popular/known, who would it be?

well honestly Selene is already what I would consider a popular oc because like. more than a handful of people know who she is and have said nice things about her and people have ??? drawn her ??? unprompted ??? which is WILD shoutout to the Selene fandom once again. so if I had an option to make one (1) oc popular on a larger scale it would probably be her because I already know she'd click with people (and also she's my favorite and I'd never get sick of talking about her/seeing other people talk about her).

but also as a secondary option, Aqun and/or Adina because I feel like they have some fun nuance to them and I'd be kind of curious to see different people's takes/opinions/interpretations of them

7. Are your OCs part of any story or stories?

BDJDBSJSHSJSBSJDJDKS well?????? yes?????????

most of them are part of the story of their associated videogame, and then there's all the fic I'm writing. I do also have some non-fandom characters/settings rotating in my brain, but it's nothing concrete enough to talk about

17. Any OC OTPs?

no OCxOC ones, but a lot of OCxcanon ones tbh. if we narrow "OTP" down to One True Pairing as in "I can't envision them with anything else" then it's Selene and Edér (surprising no one) and Mae and the Devil of Caroc (which also shouldn't be surprising). if we interpret it as "favorite ship regardless of whether this PC has other ships", then I'm adding SolAqun to the list bc they've also been on the brain lately. the holy trinity of Doomed Yaoi, Undoomed Yuri and Impending Doom Het Ship

25. The OC that resembles you the most (same hobby, height, shared like/dislike for something etc?)

funnily enough probably Aqun. we look nothing alike but Aqun🤝me (multicultural, multilingual, single child, STEM, Logic and Rationality as a coping mechanism, inclined towards Making Things, burning hatred of Social Overcomplication)

31. Pick one OC of yours and explain what their tumblr blog would be like (what they reblog, layout, anything really)

Adina would 1000% be on here and her blog would be red-themed with yellow/blue/green accents, have a custom HTML theme she edited herself with artwork BY her, and it would be just all of her interests in one big pile with a barely functioning tagging system. she posts her vitaar designs a lot and her pfp is Her Actual Face with her favorite vitaar design up to date. she uses all caps/keysmashes a lot and vibes perfectly with tumblr's more absurdist kind of humor. Funny Nonsense comes to her effortlessly

33. Your shyest OC?

LORENZO. he's trying so hard to figure out how to People and having the physique of a Death Omen + an evil voice in his head is not helping. also he was a slave for the first 24-ish years of his life and old habits of Be Quiet Be Helpful Don't Speak Unless Spoken To die hard

39. Introduce any character you want

making you look at: the guy from the previous question. he's a runaway slave. he's a Ghost Bard. he was briefly possessed by the god of death and killed everyone in his master's estate with a song. he can sing ghosts into existence. he's haunted by his evil past life. he doesn't speak Aedyran (Eoran English) that well yet. HE'S SHY.

40. Any fond memories linked to your characters? Feel free to share!

@curiouslavellan I have to shout you out again because brainstorming Selene and Helaine plotlines in real time in DMs has been one of this year's highlights for sure. the people don't even know about the soul merging in POE1 and the Selene Is Dead drama in POE2. they don't even know about the werewolf au (well. one other person knows about the werewolf au)

43. Do you have any certain type when you create your OCs? Do you tend to favour some certain traits or looks? It’s time to confess

I'm going to be real, my OC creation process IS just like. *spins wheel* so what's the source of YOUR deep set feeling of alienation

45. A character you no longer use?

shoutout to this girl who is an old creepypasta OC of mine. I still care her

50. Give me the good ol’ OC talk here. Talk about anything you want

subjecting you to the mental image of Aqun and Eldritch Wolf Solas chilling together in some nice scenic place. they never got to do that but I think they should have

[fadelbison]

the more I marinate at ur page, the more this fadelbison mpreg fic you speak of, sounds appeasing. Do it.

man fadel and bison are such doomed yaoi to me lol sorry that it can only ever be pain. this is a really dead doves fic even though its mild on the explicit sexual content. but i needed the flimsiest of excuses to write it fadel is such a poor little meow meow

[FadelBison; R; read tags please]

Title: Strangers Summary: Mother promises him family, Fadel does his best. Tags: Omegaverse, Coerced Living Situation, Kidnapped orphan to assassin pipeline relevant angst, kissing and groping, Sad Ending, references to past underage coerced sex, some discussions suggesting Bison might be underage here but he isn't.

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Fadel hadn’t meant to click his tongue when he opened the door, but the tiny shivering boy on the other side of it took him by surprise. He’d pointed towards the couch, before grabbing his suitcase to take to his room. 

Well their room, now.

The boy is sitting on the couch as instructed, a biscuit clutched in his hand, taken from the platter that Fadel had set out earlier. Good, at least something is going according to plan. He knows he isn’t the warmest person so he’d read up on ways to make people feel welcome. 

It’s not like either of them have much of a say in what comes next.

He takes the seat next to the boy on the couch, doesn’t bother asking him how old he is. The answer is always too young. He looks older at least than Fadel had been, losing his first time trapped underneath an abhorrent man, who didn’t seem to really believe in lube, even though Fadel was an alpha. That was the last time he’d begged, the last time he’d trusted a partner could get him out in time. 

The answer is always it doesn’t matter. 

Fadel tells him about the neighborhood because that’s what seems appropriate; he imagines this boy - Bison - would need to wash his clothes and buy groceries at some point.

Fadel’s mood sours the more he looks at Bison. Painfully pretty, with wide innocent looking eyes. He bites his lip every time he nods his head at something Fadel says, those captivating eyes looking at him searchingly, for guidance. He knows the type of missions they’ll be going on. The ones that Mother says he’s too surly for anymore, but he knows is code for too old.

Mother had said it was meant to be a treat. That it was a gift, to be given a steady partner, a companion. 

Someone for him to groom.

He could have him, Mother had said, but make it believable- 

Bison stops him from leaving the couch. With hands clasped tightly around Fadel’s wrist, he leans in. Clumsy, but soft, somehow still searching as he presses their lips together.

Fadel doesn’t want to own a pet anymore than he wants to be one.

-make it real.

Fadel pulls Bison to him and Bison is all too amenable to be manhandled, climbing onto Fadel’s lap with ease, bringing their faces close, but not closing the gap again, handing the reins back to Fadel while he sways enticingly near, hips grinding in miniscule increments on his thigh, perfumed to enhance his sweet, natural smell. Of course Bison knows, of course Bison has been briefed. Mother never sends her precious recruits unprepared.

There are fates worse than being your wife.

Mother has said many things to him over the years. Fadel has learned not to believe all of it.

We can use a family, people trust families.

Or rather he’s learned to find the motive behind flowery, honeyed words. Learned to see the truth of the things he has to do.

Bison curls his fingers into the little hairs on Fadel’s nape, another little reminder that he’s ready, that he’s waiting. Fadel pulls him in with hands on Bison’s hips, Bison loses his balance and falls into him, their chests brushing. Bison shivers when Fadel runs his hands up his back, underneath his shirt, that thrilled but scared look latching onto somewhere deep, somewhere carnal where he no longer holds any control.

But Fadel knows the body can learn to lie, and can rebel against your mind–

Fadel keeps rubbing Bison’s body, hands sliding over his ass, gentle in the way he can’t seem to make his face; Bison still looks at him a little stricken. When Fadel’s hands sneak into his pants devastatingly, unsurprisingly he finds Bison completely dry.

–can make you think you want things you’ve never wanted.

“I just need a little more warm up.” Bison says, rubbing their cheeks together. He hazards a soft kiss on Fadel’s cheeks, “Touch me more,” he says with a proper roll of his hips. 

Fadel doesn’t have answers but he can do as Bison asks, he can kiss him, hold him. Bison is so, so pliant; so willing and still so dry. Fadel is hard and straining against his jeans, an embarrassment, proof of his corrupted desire; proof of the exact kind of trap that Mother never thinks to warn her sons about.

Fadel doesn’t know how to say that he wants this, wants Bison; but he doesn’t know him, he doesn’t know him. He doesn’t know how to explain that he’s made it so long in this profession and still when Mother had said partner and companion, stupidly Fadel had thought that Bison would come to love him.

He hadn’t thought the logistics through at all, of what love would entail, of what it always entails; carving out pieces of himself and giving them away.

Family.

Fadel loves his fantasy.

“We could be brothers.” Fadel says, pushing Bison away. It’s grotesque almost, Bison’s lips still shining with his spit, “Brothers?” Bison says and rolls his eyes, and for the first time the mask of innocence falls, just a little. Bison brings his much paler hands to contrast against Fadel's cheek, “Who’d believe that?”

Just not at the cost of what it would make him.

Fadel pushes Bison off him, scrambles off the couch, “It’s fine. It’s believable. Let me talk to Mother.”

He can't love Bison, anymore than Bison can love him. He doesn't even know where he could even begin to try.

They're strangers. tagging @kattyangel because you said you would read it.

[thenewfuture]

chapter 2 of DT has ended what do you think of the last episode

Okay, let's finally get to it and end this thing!

We've confirmed that Ace was the culprit last episode and we've also found out that this final episode was going to be 27 minutes long. Shorter than the trial episodes but clearly longer than what many would think it to be.

Well first is the voting and to no surprise, it is indeed Ace-

Who voted for Teruko? Was it David? I bet it was David :P

And speaking of David!

Right?! I never get over how certain blackeneds talk about murder being wrong with everyone, knowing damn well they did it.

The relationship Ace and Levi had this entire chapter is truly sad when you think about it. Ace was upset with Levi for even threatening his life in the last chapter whule Levi has been trying to repair that relationship ever since, but Ace has been seemingly wanting to murder someone since the start of this chapter. They've both been hurt by the revelation of each other, yet at the same time are still trying to keep the image of the other in a good and positive light. "Doomed Yaoi", is what I think they call this.

But it appears Teruko has an idea that might just save them.

And I mean.....Teruko's logic isn't exactly.....wrong? What does a blackened have left to lose at this point? And it hasn't been confirmed at this point if MonoTV had any replacements or copies like Monokuma. Well we the audience know this is a fruitless effort, but the cast doesn't.

Then we get another animated cut-scene! The Dev is putting some serious work out here and I will appreciate it. But still there's no way Ace is ever going to-

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

GET FUCKED YOU STUPID TV HEADED BITCH! OH YOUR DAD COULD NEVER! MONOKUMA WOULD NEVER LET THIS HAPPEN TO HIM! WHERE'S YOUR DEFENSES, YOUR SPEARS, YOUR PROTOCOLS?!

Damn. I would have never, NEVER, guessed something like that would happen. Hoo boy! .....well sadly we all know how this goes.

This doesn't work, and MonoTV springs back to life. With a new voice as well. This is either some really good range by the VA, or its someone else entirely. And I could swear it sounds almost like Teruko....Hmm... I could be looking too much into this. Anyways, after that...

Oh hey, is that the rule Bubbles and Poi were talking about? I still have no idea what episode it gets brought up in. Well it looks like it's paying off now.

But MonoTV attempts to punish Teruko and everyone is trying to convince Teruko to run and hide but she is unfazed and unmoving. Calling back to Chapter 1 where Xander stabbed her and Teruko claimed that she cannot be killed, no matter what. She seems completely sure about her luck in these types of situations. So where does this put her on the luck power scale? Kinda the same as Nagito, right? But just how is she going to survive this-

LEVI AGAIN! YOU TOOK THE HIT FROM THE SPEARS IN THE PROLOGUE AND NOW THIS! WHY ARE YOU A LITERAL GLUTTON FOR PUNISHMENT? I CAN'T TAKE MUCH MORE OF THIS!

But he is alive. Barely, but alive nonetheless. However, no one can leave quite yet. Ace still has an execution to get through. And so, with a heavy heart, and scarred out of his wits. Ace demands MonoTV to execute him to get it over with so everyone can save Levi. And onto that execution.

Thanatophobia: the fear of dying.

This execution is pretty unique in the sense that it's not about Ace's talent, but rather his personality. I can only name a hand few of executions that do this sort of thing, and it makes so much more sense. All Ace has been talking about is that he's scared of death, he doesn't want to die and this execution has him face those fears personally. Death by illnesses. Death by fire. Death by drowning, getting hit by a car, falling, lighting. And finally, all that fear and anxiety caused him to have a heart attack. Ace's fear of dying finally caught up to him. It's incredibly sad. Not so fun fact is that if you notice is that certain sprites have Ace clenching his heart. Probably not from theatrics, but because he could feel the pain his heart and could tell he was indeed going to die soon. It was all a matter of time.

And adding on to this is that fact that STILL, no one cared about Ace to react to his death. I know they were all in agreement that the second it ends to get Levi help, but the only one that had any reaction or acknowledgement of it...WAS VERONIKA!

(Please stay away from me at all times...)

The elevators open and everyone gets on, save for Teruko who uses this time to talk to MonoTV and essentially....vent.

If there's one thing that Chapter 2 has made evidently clear, is that Teruko wants to trust in others. Try as she might to push others away, she still holds a lot of baggage. All stemming from her and her luck ability. At one point in her life just accepted it. She accepted all the shortcomings her luck gave her and that included the death that came with it. Whether it be from Teruko miraculously surviving events that should have killed her, or the death of others close to her such as her family like her secret claimed

Attachments bring pain, and Teruko never wants to feel that pain again. But all it's doing is making the pain worse. Chapter 1 showed what happened when Teruko was all trusting, this chapter showed what happened when Teruko wasn't trusting, and now she's worse for wear because of it.

Balance. There needs to be a balance.

And with that. The chapter comes to a close. And Teruko sits there at the trial grounds....all alone in the darkness....

........

.....Hoo boy, this chapter sure was all over the place, huh?

From secret guessing, to attempted murders, theories about swapping victims, and how Teruko would react to it all. Needless to say it kept a lot of people guessing. But I think that's good. One of the themes of this chapter; in my opinion, is the price of what happens when assume someone. Many assumed Levi was an all around upstanding fellow, when in reality he was an uncaring and antisocial criminal. Many assumed Nico was just the sweetest thing and couldn't hurt a fly, and then they nearly murdered Ace. Many assumed was too stupid to think of a murder plan this thought out, and well he did! Almost all of the cast assumed David was this upstanding and good moral-ed fellow, and then he....okay he's a whole new can of worms, but you get the point right?

But you may be thinking, well doesn't this mean you should stay away from everyone entirely. No. Of course not. That what Teruko had to learn this chapter. That's exactly why you hang around people, to know them. Even in a situation like this. I think Teruko finally got that point, or at the very least a part of it and hopefully that'll continue going on into the next chapter.

While it will be another long while before Chapter 3, or even any other bonus content we may get from this series. It's evidently clear that the Dev put a LOT of work into this second half alone, and needs an understandably well deserved break.

So until that time comes, I'll still be here doing my own thing. And hopefully you guys will enjoy that. I'll see you around!

-Mod

[smallraindrops-blog]

OMG requests are open! Could we have a fic of a little what-if interaction between reader from the x Pyrrhus (I don’t think there’s a solid name for it yet,) and WMFTD!Y/N? I’m loving the recent Pyrrhus fics i love me some toxic yaoi and I think it'd be fun to se those two interact. Am also interested to see Pyrrhus’ reader’s backstory and character be revealed because the concept so far interests me so much

I got a bad feeling about you.

Pyrrhus x Male Reader

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: family issues, toxic relationships, no beta

Notes: thanks for waiting, sorry for the short length and I hope you enjoy this!  Didn’t go much into the background but got Y/N in there.

Link to part two and part one

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You knew something was up when all three of the Fury sisters showed up. You paused over your work, tension coiling around your stomach like an unwelcome snake. 

A man joined them, his golden hair bright like the sun. You knew that face, those blue eyes, those proud shoulders.

“Father.” Pyrrhus breathed, his own matching eyes widened in shock. He stood, the chains rattled with his movements.

Achilles offered a smile, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.

It was undeniable that Pyrrhus was Achilles’ flesh and blood. Both men looked like born kings, a father with a crown of gold and his son with his crown of scarlet. You couldn’t look away if you wanted to.

Then you saw him.  

The man beside Achilles moved like an imposing shadow, his expression cold and dark as Tartarus itself. He was tall for a moral, his mouth a hard line.

“What are you doing here, filth?” Pyrrhus snapped. 

“Don’t speak to him like that.” Achilles warned, approaching Pyrrhus with a head shake. Pyrrhus scoffed, “Truely, Father? Even now? I am the one in chains yet you still defend him.”

“Enough of this.” Achilles’ warning wasn’t directed towards you but you still shivered anyway. This wasn’t a man to cross. 

“I want to speak to you and the fury sisters are kind enough to bring me here.” Achilles nodded toward the sisters.

“Not with him here. I refuse.” Pyrrhus pointed at Achilles’ ‘son’ who didn’t even acknowledge his words beyond a scoff. Which made Pyrrhus snarl like a mad thing.

Achilles pitched the space between his eyes like he was already getting a headache. Not that his sons seemed to notice, too busy glaring at each other. Then with a nod, “Alright. We will do that.”

“We can take him and you somewhere else, Sir Achilles.” Megaera offered quietly.

“Just Achilles and yes, please.” 

You moved to get up, not wanting Pyrhuss to be alone with these people but he pinned you down with an icy stare. 

“Stay here.” He ordered as the sisters loosened his chains. You wanted to disagree but you knew it didn’t matter what you wanted. So you nodded unhappily.

You watched as the group left, Pyrrhus’ ruby red locks were the last thing you saw. Then you were alone. With him.

You glanced up, expecting disgust or smugness or something. This was the man who stole Pyrrhus’ birthright but you were surprised to find none of it.

There was no arrogance in his face, only a hard and watchful stare. His muscular form was heavily marked by scars. It reminded you of a street mutt, quietly waiting for his chance to strike.

If Pyrrhus was gleaming jewels and fanged beauty, this man before you was dark earth and plain stones, not even worth paving the road with. The complete opposite of Pyrrhus. 

He was handsome, you supposed. If one likes such dull, ugly things. And didn’t mind the lack of fine breeding. 

Then your eyes caught on something, a single gold thread that was wrapped around his neck. The thread was frayed, the shine almost gone. 

You frowned. He was a shade, or at least he should be one. You, Pyrrhus and everyone who had ever died all had their thread knotted off, forever weaved into their doom.

How unusual… the gods’ blessing perhaps?

You made yourself smile, neatly placing your needle down on the ash covered ground. It won’t be long before it crumbles anyway. 

Clasping your hands, you stood with your shoulders thrown back. Funny, how easily your princely training came back to you. For a moment, you could forget that you were covered in ash and wore only rags.

The man didn’t return your smile, his expression wary. Once a street mutt, always a street mutt, you supposed.

“I would say welcome to my humble abode.” Then you dropped your smile. “But you and I both know better.” 

He lifted an eyebrow, unimpressed. An expression that reminded you so much of Pyrrhus that you wanted to slap it off him. Maybe he learned it from Achilles, you mused.

“My apologies.” He said, his voice surprisingly deep. He sounded almost… amused. 

He glanced toward the bed, his eyes lingering on the spikes. You let out a quiet breath, glad to not be under his gaze. 

Pyrrhus had become easy to read, ruled by his inhuman rage. This man before was nothing like that. You didn’t like that you didn't know what this man wanted.

You had gotten used to danger, craved it even.

Only now the space was empty, void of the person who made wildfires looked tame. Your eyes darted to your joke of a tapestry. Complex geometry looked back at you, a tale only you and the fates knew.

Where did this man fit in the tapestry? You risked another glance at his neck, at the frayed thread. It was so thin, you almost couldn’t see it. If only you could reach out and just touch-

“I can ask Fury Megaera to move you to a different area when Pyrrhus returns.” He offered, crossing his powerful arms over his chest. “I would hate for anyone to have to deal with his tantrums.”

“Watch your tongue, Y/N” You spat out his name like it was an insult. To you, it was “I would like to see how polite you are when sleep deprived.”

He didn’t smile but his lips twitched. You waited for him to say something like Pyrrhus would, always needing the last word, to always win. However he remained quiet, like he was letting you have this victory out of pity.

You hated it. 

Pyrrhus felt like touching life itself, overwhelming and untamable. One was lucky if they escaped alive. It was a beautiful thing to be ruined by him.

This man before you was nothing, not even a reflection of Pyrrhus. You bowed your head, hands trembling as you tightened them into fists.

Flames roared around you, devouring everything-

“I see Pyrrhus and you have something in common.” He said, watching you out of the corner of his eyes. You jerked in surprise but before you could question him, you heard the sounds of returning footsteps. 

Achilles was a king among morals, not even death had robbed him of his regal glory. Golden and strong where others failed. However, you now noticed there were dark circles under his beautiful blue eyes, a tension to the line of his jaw.

He didn’t look at you but at his other ‘son’. They shared a glance then Achilles shook his head, tight fists by his side.

“Maybe next time, lad.”

He nodded. Achilles kept walking, and you watched him leave. He had the same proud shoulders that Pyrrhus did.

The man didn’t move. The false son of Achilles, a man you hated for the pain he caused, looked back at you. You met his unnerving stare head on, your chin jutted out. He leaned in, now the mutt was revealing his sharp teeth.

“I don’t know what you and Pyrrhus have going on but I would suggest not getting involved. That man is a monster.” He growled, his eyes burning into you like he could make you talk. 

“Take a good look in the mirror.” You hissed back, uncaring that this man probably could snap you like a stick. You weren’t wrong and both of you knew it.

He sighed, leaning away from you. “So be it. Good luck.”

And what surprised you, that he actually sounded like he meant it.

A moment later, you heard the sound of chain dragging. You whirled around, watching with bated breath as the furies bound him once more. He looked like a god locked in chains. Something unearthly, a beauty lost in ruins.

Your fingers twitched. You ached to run over and let him loose. The terror he could create upon the underworld would be nothing less than any of them deserved.

However his bloodshot eyes became stormy when he saw that you weren’t alone.

“Leave.” Pyrrhus snarled over the sound of the last chain locking in place. “I don’t want you here.”

“Funny that. I don’t want to be here.” The false son replied. With one last glance toward you, he walked over to Pyrrhus. The contrast between the two sons was never more stark than it was now.

Beautiful Pyrrhus, the right heir of Achilles, locked away while the worthless mutt was free to ruin everything. It made you sick.

He crouched in front of Pyrrhus and said something you couldn’t hear. Pyrrhus’ face went slack for a single moment. A heavy silence then Pyrrhus lunged forward, his hands almost wrapped around Y/N’s neck.

To his credit Y/N didn’t flitch, didn’t move back as Pyrrhus screamed and tried to move closer. Megaera pulled out her whip but Y/N held up a single hand to stop her. 

The fury gave him a questioning glance. The man shook his head.

He stood, heedless of Pyrrhus’ raging. “Our Father plans to come back. Don’t waste this chance.”

“Fuck off!” Pyrrhus howled, the chains shuddering under his efforts. The false son sighed like a disappointed parent and with a nod toward the furies, he took the same path Achilles did.

You took in a breath. There was something about that man that sucked up all the air in a room. 

The sound of metal clashing against stone reached your ears as Pyrrhus screamed over and over again, trashing against his chain. Later, when he calms down, you will tend to him and whisper secrets in his ears.

For now…

His screams of rage echoed out through all of Tartarus.