#i never get to talk about my ocs despite how much i love this particular group of them

[khunyuki]

"I've lived my life with blade and you always in my mind"

ᴍᴀɪɴ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ: 2.𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 you mean to me

Synopsis: Soshiro, who didn't notice just how much pressure Kagami was experiencing, felt extremely guilty. He thought he's been expressing his love for her clearly but it seems like it wasn't enough. So he better make sure his beloved fiancee will understand it all night long.

Pairing/s: Soshiro Hoshina x Fiancee!OC

Notes: This is the very first smut i've ever done in my entire writing career so please do enjoy you horny ppl. I already immediately apologize if it's inadequate cuz I don't usually write this genre huhu. ALWAYS ASK FOR CONSENT GUYSSS🫶

Warning/s: Minors below 18+ is NOT allowed,

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, NSFW

Masterlist: TOC, Previous, Next

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"Why don't we go somewhere else first. So you can do it comfortably?"

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This wasn't the first time Kagami visited her fiance's apartment. It was a 2 bedroom with a kitchen, living room, and bathroom apartment that is wide yet cozy enough for the two of them. She remember helping him choose among other options until he picked this particular place, saying that it would fit the two of them perfectly and he was right.

She sat down the sofa in the living room after removing her sandals and his jacket while he immediately went to the kitchen to get some refreshments. It wasn't often that she come here despite having a duplicate key to the place but she could still see the things she left behind during her visits, decorating his place. It fills her with warmth to see him have a special place for her things and the thought of how domestic it was. To her, his apartment felt more like home than the household she's been brought up.

He handed her a glass of water before sitting to which she gladly drank as it reminded her of how parched her throat was. On his other hand was a cold compress for her bruised cheek that she had long forgotten about. He placed her in his arms so casually yet making sure she was comfortable with it. His right hand keeping the compress in place as the other was playing with her hair as they relaxed in each other's arms.

To be honest, she'd fall asleep at that moment with how safe and protected he made her feel. It was late and they could still talk about it tomorrow but she might lose her courage if she didn't talk now.

And so, she began to tell him everything. She started with her insecurities about herself, her struggles at not being able to keep up with expectations, how her family uses it against her, how they kept forcing her to quit work to get married and bear an heir, how she actually did give in her resignation letter but was rejected, to the what happened earlier this day when their engagement was almost cancelled.

Soshiro just listened and let her talk. All this time, his fiancee was struggling yet he never really did anything to help her with it before making him angry at himself. He felt guilty because she would always listen to his problems yet he just let her keep all of this to herself. He would clench his jaw in anger at her family whenever she vaguely mentions the punishments and the treatment they gave to her. He knew she was still keeping things to herself despite saying she'll tell him everything, he just didn't know the extent of it. Perhaps she keeps it to herself as she knew just how he'll storm in their residence to give them a taste of their own medicine once he learns about it, with how she squeezes his hands during the times he felt pissed off. Most of all, he just felt guilty.

He could hear it in her voice just how lonely it was for her to endure it all alone. While she may not be blaming him, he sure was blaming himself. He should've been braver and more straightforward when it comes to confessing his feelings. Because he could correlate everything to each other, how her emotions, her family's actions, and his response significantly affects her entire well-being.

He hates how she doesn't cry from the treatment she receives from her family but she cried when they told her to leave him. He hates how she cried when he told her he loves her as if his words were her whole world. He hates how she couldn't be happy and how she thinks that calling herself failure is a normal. He hates how she could be content with just him. He hates how he's one of the root causes of her problems.

When she could be happy and have all of the great things in the world. When he would gladly give her what she wants and punish those who hurt her. He wants her not to be content with the crumbs of affection she gets for she deserved even more than that. He just want her to think of herself first and foremost. Her wants her to love herself and think of her happiness rather than anyone else's as nothing will be able to take it away from her. He won't let anyone take anymore from her.

Hoshina Soshiro doesn't know what to do to help her and he hates it.

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"So yeah... That's all of it"

Kagami ended her speech in a casual tone, contrasting the heavy contents she just told. She felt lighter now that she told him but her heart sank when she saw how grave his expression was. She took away the compress he was holding that was unfortunately the poor victim of his irritation and placed it on the table.

"Everything I told you, don't blame yourself. It's not your fault"

She faced him and placed her forehead onto his, closing her eyes with a mellow smile. He hates how even after all of that she's the one comforting him instead the other way around.

"I didn't tell you about this because I wanted you to be my therapist. I just want you to know what to expect if you still... want to be with me. I have a lot of problems and I never want to burden you with it. This engagement was something our families have decided and it's perfectly fine if you chose not to continue with it. It was just my selfishness that made me do this because I want to stay by your side... but if you want to leave then I... "

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"I love you"

Soshiro said it firmly before kissing her on the lips. He put her in his lap, wrapping an arm on her waist and the other firmly on the back of her head. He kissed her with such passion as if to show just how much he loves her. Kagami was so surprised by his sudden action yet she still wrapped her arms around his neck and responded with the same amount of passion.

Soshiro slipped his tongue in her mouth and explored every nook and corner, battling with her own tongue and mixing their salivas. Kagami struggled to breathe at the intimacy and could feel herself getting weaker, letting him to do what he wants. She couldn't even move an inch since his hand was firmly placed on the back of her head.

She was feeling lightheaded with every second that passes by before he finally retreated to stare at her. The trail of saliva that hang between their tongue made her flustered as she recalled what they just did. She couldn't find any words as she gazed at him with a dazed expression.

"You're always so kind"

He moved his hands to her cheeks and kissed her forehead tenderly.

"So thoughtful"

Her right eye.

"So considerate of others"

Her left eye.

"So hardworking"

Her left cheek.

"And brave"

Her nose.

"You're always so understanding"

Her right cheek.

"So unselfish"

Her jaw.

"Yet so lovely"

Her chin.

"You're so beautiful"

He looked at her straight in the eye, his red eyes staring deep into her soul and pecked her lips. So tender, so gentle, in contrast to his passionate kiss from earlier.

His compliments are things he always says to her yet hearing it being said so lovingly like he was ingraining those words into her makes her so full. She couldn't stop her emotions as they fell down her eyes. His fingers wiping the tears away.

He leaned down once more and kissed her. This time it was slow and steady as he gently guided her body down the sofa. He trailed down her lips to her neck, his breath tickling her skin eliciting a sigh. His hands that had no longer to go reached for her own, interlocking their fingers.

"S-soshiro~"

His lips sucking and nipping on the skin leaving light marks. She couldn't help but call out his name as he keeps on doing so all over her neck. Her sense of touch has always been one of her most sensitive senses along her hearing so the combo of his gentle kisses, occasional licks and deliberate sucking was far too much. She couldn't keep gasps and moans nor could she keep her body from squirming under his touch.

The kimono she was wearing was loosening from all her squirming thus exposing her collarbones and the skin beneath it. The sight was enough to make Soshiro go crazy, as if her moans weren't taking a toll on his self control already. But not yet... He still has to shown her how precious she is...

He stopped his actions and looked her in the eyes to ask for consent. Giving her words of affirmations and comfort as he does.

"I can't even begin to know just how much pain and sadness you must've felt this whole time nor do I know what I can do to help you. But I promise to always stay by your side and be there when you need me."

"I want to show you just how precious you are... Will you let me?"

Touched by his affection and consideration, Kagami nodded her head. She may not believe in herself but she believes in his words. If it's him then she's fine with anything.

"Yes... I'm all yours"

She reached out to his head and brought them together in a kiss. He picked her up in his arms while maintaining contact and brought her to his bed. He only broke contact to place her gently on the bed, then topping her dazzled form.

"I love you, Kagami"

"I love you too, Soshiro"

He placed one more kiss on her lips then proceeded to untie the sash of her kimono. The hold that her clothes had on her body loosened and became non-existent as he threw the sash on the ground. There she was in her naked glory looking at him with eyes filled with innocence yet her body filled with seduction. He couldn't help but stare at the milky white skin that seemed to have never been touched by sunlight, riddled with faded scars from battle wounds and her past. He stopped himself from once again feeling the bubbling anger towards her family to focus on her only.

She tried cover herself after seeing the slight hesitance in his eyes but he stopped her from doing so.

"You're gorgeous"

Flustered from the new compliment, she stopped struggling but continues to squirm under his intense gaze. His red eyes seemingly memorizing her body in evey nooks and crannies. He looked at her mounds that weren't small nor big, just the perfect size for her physique. Her stomach that was so flat and sexy he couldn't help but caress it. He could see the abs hidden by her sleeper build whenever her muscles would tense and he couldn't help but trace it. Then down that was her womb covered by her purple underwear that was soaked wet from her continuous arousal. He couldn't help but lick his lips at how sexy it looked, feeling his own throbbing hard.

Her womb and stomach. If they were to have a baby then those two would be the most obvious place for it. He imagines her belly being swollen from the child they'll produce once he gives her his sperm. He traces that area, purposely slipping his fingers in the underwear and grazing her clit earning a gasp from her. Her thighs pressed so close to each other, he wanted to pry it open and...

"Soshiro, please stop staring already"

She looks so pretty and so sexy that he wonders how he got so lucky to have her. He wanted to touch her immediately, to make love and have babies but not yet. It's not the time yet.

"Tell me, Kagami. What do you want me to do?"

He leaned down to her ear and asked in a whisper. A wide smirk in his face at seeing the blood rush to it. She looked at him with a pout, her face filled with desperation due to his teasings. She bit her lips in hesitance.

"Please"

"Hmm?"

He mused, continuing to move his hands up and down her stomach, purposely grazing her breast with one while the other the place between her thighs.

"Please, Soshiro"

She gripped on his arm, pleading with her eyes. It was glistening from all the yearning and lust and he couldn't help but be captivated by it. He bit his own lips as he tried to resist but she makes it so hard for him to do so. Giving in, he once again devoured her lips participating in a battle of tongues. Then he moved down, licking and kissing her jaw to her neck then to her collarbones, kissing it and sucking on it. Both his hands now touching her breasts, squeezing it basking in how soft it was, with his finger pinching her nipples. His clothed knee finding its way between her legs and separating them as he presses it against her heat, grinding against it.

Kagami was a blubbering mess from how overstimulated she was. She's too sensitive to his touch, reacting to every little detail that she felt like her brain was a mush. She kept on calling out his name, moaning and gasping so desperately that he wonders how she'd react once they finally did it.

He traced a line with his tongue to the area between her breast after he finished placing hickeys on her collar. He kept on marking his way until he reached the peak of her left mound. With bated breath, he placed it in his mouth, sucking like a baby. His free hand now stroking her sides.

Kagami's eyes widened as she felt the soft, warm muscle on the bundle of nerves on her chest. As he kept on sucking on her nipple, biting it and circling around it after with his other hand massaging and pinching her abused nipple. The pleasure was too much as he keeps on stimulating her other areas that she could feel the knot of her stomach starting to come undone.

"So-ahh-shiro~ There's.. There's something coming out ahhh~ stop~"

When Soshiro heard that, he didn't stop but rather became more aggressive, his free hand foregoing her sides to touch the little bundle of nerves down there. He pressed on her clothed clit and circled around it with his thumb in a fast motion. That addition fastened the process to which she came with a loud moan. He stopped what he's doing to give her some time to rest and seeing her wasted expression boosted his ego. She was still recovering from her high, panting hard when he said...

"We're not done yet"

She glanced down at him to see him place wet kisses on her stomach. She didn't notice it before but he was clearly touching and kissing on her scars tenderly. Even though it was already fading he still chooses to pay attention to it and that gave her butterflies. But as he went down a bit more, she gulped.

He was in between her legs placing a soft kiss on the hem of her underwear then leaning back to observe the soaked spot. Earlier, it was just a small spot but now it was soaked after cumming for the first time. He placed a little kiss on her clothed heat, specifically where it was soaked before proceeding to remove her panties. As soon as he saw it, he let out a gasp like a child finding a new favorite toy, she could see the excitement on his face. She hurriedly tried to close it but her body was still weak from all of that pleasure that she couldn't fight back from his hands.

His grip on her thighs was strong as he bit and sucked on her inner slowly going down again. Getting nearer and nearer her unclothed heat this time. His tongue giving it a long lick starting from her hole to her clit. He sat back up to show her his expression as he savored her juices, licking his lips at the end.

"Yum~"

He gave her a final smirk before burying himself down there once again, this time shamelessly lapping up all the juices she's producing. Her heart was beating so fast from embarrassment at his eagerness and teasing but she couldn't do anything as her body trembled from the pleasure. Her voice music to his ears knowing that he was the cause of this symphony. The nectar she was producing was so addicting that he couldn't help but come back for more. He needed more so he removed his hands from her thighs to let it rub her clit and the other place a finger in her hole.

She gasped at the unfamiliar sensation inside her, how his finger moved around in whatever motions trying to find something. He pumped it inside out slowly to gauge out her reactions. Glancing back at her face, he could see just how much his actions were affecting her so he went back in to further pleasure her. He just wanted to give her so much love y'know.

He added another finger, scissoring inside and curling making her moan even louder. His tongue joining in despite how tight it was getting. Of course he never forgot her bundle of joy. He is taking his sweet time as he wanted to find that sweet spot, the spot would elicit an even louder moan. He pumped in and out maintaining a pace moving it around until he finally finds that gummy area. He inserted another finger and went faster, hitting that same spot over and over again. Partnered with her clit being tortured by the fast paced circling and rubbing, it didn't take long for her to come again. She clenched his hair and almost strangled him with her thighs yet he still didn't stop as he rode her high.

"Too much! It's too much!"

She could feel her hips trembling so hard yet he hasn't stopped at all, maintaining that fast paced pumping and wriggling, his thumb abusing her clit even further and his tongue lapping up everything.

She was seeing stars from the overstimulation, her eyes going to the back of her head as she kept of moaning, no longer able to form coherent sentences. She could feel another wave coming down, tilting her head back and arching her back, she released again.

Finally giving her mercy, Soshiro stopped it all at once. He removed his fingers from her heat and watched her body still trembling. He removed the restricting clothing that was now sticky from sweat in their workout. His pants unbuckled, freeing his member. It was throbbing red and physically hurting from the previous constriction. It was hard from arousal and has been leaking with precum since earlier wanting to finally have a release. He watched the woman he loves slowly recovering yet still out of her mind as he stroked his member, just watching her fucked out image was making it twitch and as he remembered her reactions from earlier, it didn't take long for him to pump out his own release.

Feeling something warm and sticky landing on her stomach, Kagami focused her eyes to see her fiance, now naked, touching his own member. She couldn't help but bite her lips at the sight, from how lean and muscular it was, even more so as she looked at his face full of concentration as he rode his high.

"You liking the sight?"

He asked her with a smirk, noticing her blatant oogling. It made her blush again before looking away, though she didn't hide her nod from him earning her a chuckle.

"Sorry I don't have a condom so..."

He completely removed his own clothing, proudly exhibiting his member. It was on the leaner side yet longer at around 6-7 inches. He was preparing to go and take care of his problem by himself.

"It's fine if we don't use one. I-I'm ready for it but if you aren't then I..."

She tried to sit up to go try and help him but was down again. She usually have a lot of strength and stamina yet this activity greatly consumes it all. He went to sit down beside her and hugged her, placing a kiss on her head.

"I'm also fine with it but are you sure?"

"Yeah though I... I can still try to help you with that"

Stuttering a bit about her offer, Kagami couldn't help but let out a shy look. Soshiro chuckled at her conviction and willingness to help but...

"Maybe next time"

They kissed each other passionately before he moved back on top of her and readied to position himself. They both know what this means are fully ready to accept what happens next. For now, they've got important matters to attend to.

Looking at each other in the eye, fingers interlocked together, he went inside. It was a complete different experience compared to earlier. Kagami could feel an even longer length than his fingers reaching far deeper into her hole, she let out a gasp from how it completely filled her up. Soshiro, though, had to give it his all not to immediately cum from how tight she was. He pressed his forehead on hers as his brows furrowed in deep concentration, letting out grunts. And when he finally got it all in, he waited for her signal before moving.

He started the pace slow and sensual, wanting their first time to be something special, to be making love and not just sex. He was going deep and accurately hitting her spot yet never changing the pace. Looking at each other in the eyes, giving out a smile despite the moaning and grunting. They were completely matching each other's movements, proof that they've known each other for a long time to know what to do next, despite this being their first time.

He would whisper to her sweet nothings, praises, and words of assurance. Rubbing her hand and bringing it up to kiss it. He's clearly proven to her just how much she means to him and it fills her with so much joy.

"I think i'm the happiest woman in the world right now"

With the tears falling down her eyes once more, never looking away from his, she thanked him to which he shook his head.

"You'll be the happiest forever, not just now"

He made her a promise, he said it with much certainty that she felt like it's true... She believe it to be true. They both share a laughter even as they both feel their orgasms coming closer.

"I love you, Soshiro"

"I love you too, Kagami"

With their lips pressed against each other, they moved their bodies in synchronicity getting more desperate after each stroke. Both wanting to reach their orgasms in a feral attempt, their feelings for each other so overflowing until finally... Finally, they came together, truly becoming one with each other. They ride their high together and stopped.

"I love you"

They looked at each other and let out another round of chuckles and giggles.

"Uzui Kagami, you are the loveliest woman I've ever met and I'm honored to be chosen to stay by your side"

"Hoshina Soshiro, you're the kindest man I've ever met and I'm thankful that you chose to stay by my side"

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Whew,,, I finally finished these! Thank you @elderwisp / @elksun / @living-undead / @dejasenti99 AND @yukikocloud FOR THE TAGS!!!! Holy wow :0

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This has taken the piss outta me (albeit fun), so i'm kinda just gonna explain how I think the featured line in particular is akin to the OC/Ship and not the entire song... as much as I'd love to 😭 Also it's just SUPER hard (for me) to find songs that I relate to my OCs, lyrics as well so skdjhnsjk

Roo's Song Oil & Water by Origami Button "When did I become like the ones I never thought I'd welcome in my home"

The above line in particular is quite literally Roo in the current story/character arc- He's looking at himself from a third person view and going "Oh. I am what I hate." He's looking at his old self, in college, and how he treated Leo, to now, looking at his present self and seeing the way he creeps on Leo, how he clings to him despite being several states over. Roo looks at the progression of his stalker-ish behavior, his obsession, how it went from just general clinginess that Leo could bear, to something completely unbearable after 7 years of no contact, it saddens him. So taking it quite literally, if he was at his own door and he knew how awful he was, he would slam the door on himself. A painful self reflection for him :')

Leo's Song Truth or Dare by Ricky Montgomery "Hiding in the closet, trying not to vomit, didn't even want it"

The entire first verse for this song can be applicable to Leo. As a teenager (15-16), Leo went HEAVY on drugs as a form of escapism from his parents, of course they'd always find him and get on his ass HARD for doing that shit. After a while of being sober, Leo started going to house parties, great idea- Flash forward to his third house party, and he finally cut his year long sober streak for drugs. as many as he could fit in his body. He had terrible influences around him so they encouraged him to do this shit, it didn't take long for his body to feel the god awful effects of taking so many drugs, so he ended up in the bathroom for a while- He tried to hold back the vomit because he was,,, partially enjoying his high, but he couldn't hold it back for long and ended up passing out, but not before nearly gutting himself from vomiting so much. Cut forward in time, and people got worried, bashed open the bathroom door and found Leo's unconscious body slumped over the toilet 🙃 Obv he came out fine, but it's a major moment in his life, because looking back on it, he realizes that wasn't what he wanted, he just wanted attention, he wanted to be cool, he wanted to be rebellious, but he didn't want to (nearly) kill himself. The render isn't one-to-one with the situation, but the lyrics are accurate so :3

Onia's Song Bloodstream by Soccer Mommy Scene used in render "Now a river runs red from my knuckles into the sink and there's a pale girl staring through the mirror at me"

Overall, the song talks about how the artist (Soccer Mommy) has lost her childhood innocence and how she wants to go back to her childhood and putting Onia's Sheep in Wolf's clothing motif aside, Onia misses being a child, and misses not knowing the pain and burden of being the complete opposite of what her parents wanted, so she spirals over this a lot, and like the lyrics say, "a river runs red from my knuckles into the sink," She tends to lean towards harming herself, in this case, her hands, and her knuckles- I can't draw or simulate blood in either blender or GIMP, so the red light is supposed to simulate the blood-sodden sink that she's standing over, and of course, "pale girl," is Onia, she's staring at herself, but additionally I like to think she's staring past the mirror, or staring through it (wink wink), she's spacing out and thinking about who she should've been, or who she could've been.

Hero's Song Following Eyes by Soccer Mommy "An awful feeling started creeping over me and what I saw was like no horror I had seen"

I'm keeping this short and sweet. It's not easy to find a song (that I like) that's about being haunted or cursed so. I had to re-use her song from her intro post, which isn't bad, but I did hope to find a new song kdsjhnsjk Anyways. Hero's cursed, pretty much anywhere she goes, she is forced to perceive ~the horrors~, sometimes she's forced into a blank space, a void (SOMETIMES,,, not a lot,,, rarely moreso), where she'll be tormented for who even knows how long, this moment in particular, she was walking along this catwalk in the dark, she eventually felt something that felt similar to someone dragging their fingers up your spine, in a moment of fear, she turned around and just. saw. She looked onto this,,, being, what she saw was "like no horror I had seen,,," Although to be fair, the creature isn't all that horrifying (which in my defense.. I'm a blender novice so </333)

The Hiraeth Song Nomu by Good Kid "Four eyes entwined draw four separate lines and none of them point to you"

I think this song overall is a perfect example of Roo and Leo's relationship both after Leo's confession and after Roo tried to reconnect with Leo. After Leo confessed, he tried to keep their relationship going, but it didn't work out, so he gave up (Roo didn't realize Leo was pulling such a weight and he just let their friendship fall out) After Roo tried to reconnect (aka the CURRENT storyline), Roo has been trying to keep things together and has been trying to make things work, but Leo has long-since given up on their friendship as a whole. Now in terms of the lyric above; Post-Confession, every conversation they had together would not be the same, they couldn't look each other in the eyes, their eyes would connect momentarily and separate almost immediately; Nowadays, if they WERE to be living together or near each other, they just would NOT be able to talk to each other, because Leo would be fed up with Roo and trying to avoid as much eye contact and general verbal+physical contact as possible with him. Roo, on the other hand, is just terrible with eye contact so he would have a terrible time trying to engage in eye contact with Leo.

The Ithanel / It's All Wrong Song From Eden by Hozier "Babe there's something broken about this but I might be hoping about this oh what a sin"

Ithuriel and Nanel's entire relationship is inherently toxic, they are not toxic to each other, but the underlying (or moreso, the OVERWHELMING OVERLYING) dangers of this relationship makes it toxic, broken in a way. Nanel risks her life going to see Ithuriel outside of work-related interactions and Ithuriel risks her life by just. seeing, talking to and loving Nanel. Whether they know (they do) or care (they dont) about these dangers, they still want this relationship, they live on, literal, prayers that they are not caught and that they can continue to love each other in peace, but overall, their relationship, in the eyes of the heavenly council (ehhh W.I.P term for IAW lore stuff), is a sin, and nothing but a sin.

Ithuriel's Song What You Mean by Rome Hero Foxes "Cause every little god damn thing you do makes me wanna get close to you"

The lyrics speak for themselves... Ithuriel is very dedicated to Nanel, and literally every waking moment of seeing and knowing Nanel drives Ithuriel up the walls because she loves her so much.

Nanel's Song Future Me Hates Me by The Beths "It's getting dangerous, I could get hurt, I know, I've counted up the cons, they far outweight the pros."

This is semi-foreshadowing, but Nanel knows that her and Ithuriel's relationship is forbidden, wrong (not cuz its gay necessarily,, 😭), and the way Ithuriel's heavenly role works means that their relationship status and every interaction outside of a required interaction is a risky game of one or both of them being punished and sentenced to death. But ! Nanel loves Ithuriel wayyyy too much to let how insanely dangerous their relationship is to get in the way of them loving and being with e/o.

Nirvana's Song 1999 by Beabadoobee "And I'm not wasting time again, closure instead of s^x, and I'm not wasting time again" Idk if I need to censor s^x but i am justttt in case...

Oof, Nirvana... Nirvana has always been sxually active, she's always had one-night-stands with other men, she's tried to continue things after that ONS, but it never works, she's tried to have relationships with women, but they just use her for s^x. She's tired of wasting time with people who just want her for her body, she's tired of s^x, she just wants, well, closure, she wants someone who will love her for her, she wants a relationship without s^x, or at least isn't s^x-focused, she just wants to know someone will love her past her body. Although aforementioned is all just a habit so she will unfortunately end up right back where she started and continue this uncomfortable and sad spiral.

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So, you have so TPTM OCs, don'tcha? What did Epsilon Girl, Genesis Girl, Solar Girl, Pulse Girl, Media Girl, Booru Girl, Corrosion Girl and Atheneum Girl go through, in a brief summary? What do they represent? Sorry for bothering!

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epsilon girl

she's the first girl i invented and was originally meant to be more similar to genesis girl in theme :) but in terms of theme epsilon girl is a bit. complicated.

she's basically a projection of my fears of change, wasting time, and not making a mark on history rolled up into one mess of a girl. she doesn't particularly have much of a backstory aside from feeling like she grew up faster than everyone around her

genesis girl

the girl of the hour (aka the girl i have the most concrete story for)!! her name is more a remnant from when she and epsilon girl were gonna be the same girl than anything else. i kept it because it's. a star thing i think.

she's most often correlated to stars because. something about people taking her at face value and appreciating what shows on the surface yet fearing her incomprehensibility.

she actually has a backstory! basically she's a theatre kid with gifted kid syndrome and undiagnosed autism. she fails to relate to her peers because of these things. now that i think about it like half my girls are basically just that. SHI

solar girl

fun frog fact! genesis girl and solar girl are the same :) consider solar girl to be a b-side to genesis girl that explores another part of her character (take note because this happens again)

solar is basically the gifted kid syndrome aspect, the song itself (so far) basically describing feeling either like an utter failure or a god to be praised with no in-between based solely on successes or failures in daily life. also there's religious imagery in the lyrics it's a fun time i might post the lyrics one day

pulse girl

she's probably the most straightforward in theme :3 hypochondria and otherwise fearing sudden pain and death!! a part of it is wholeheartedly trusting pop science and like. the shit your grandparents tell you. thinking cracking your knuckles causes arthritis except it's constantly checking to see if you're having a stroke despite no predisposition that would imply one

she doesn't really. have much a backstory BUT ONE DAY I WILL GET TO THAT PART. i thinj

media girl

one of my favorites actually :3 she too is pretty complicated so uh. she's basically made to encompass certain fictionkin/fictive experiences (hence 'media'). conforming when the way you work is inherently a deviation from the norm, struggles with identity, desperation to be liked, yk.

i was uh! not in a good place when i wrote this song but it ended up surprisingly rather rid of my more personal issues. media's whole backstory is basically trying to find people of her.. proclivity i guess?? in hopes that they were the missing link, despite having been burned so many times. the lyrics never really imply a sort of. happy ending for her but i think she would eventually feel better about herself

booru girl

but it gets worse before it gets better! this song is the only reason media girl is so rid of my personal issues bc this one's full of them /lh

and whaddya know? booru is media's b-side! :3

booru girl is sort of a delve into a single specific relationship media/booru must have had (that. mirrors the one i was in at the time. at least in part)

her name is in reference to online imageboards and the insane content they can sometimes hold within (it's a minor plotpoint in her story that she. looks at those on occasion idk)

it vaguely goes into her obsession with how people perceive her. her willingness to act for anyone who's willing to offer her any love. her willingness to express her hurt. to be hurt more, even. there's more i'll talk about another time perhaps but there are Implications in her story

writing this song in particular was a bit regrettable if i'm being honest but i also think it's a story that should be shared.

corrosion girl

her entire existence was a split second decision on my behalf

she's gone through her entire life not allowed to feel emotions because she doesn't express them properly! :3 and because of this she trained herself to never. feel basically. because expression emotions has been inexorably linked with hurting others in her head now.

now she struggles to connect with others because of how cold she acts. as if she's a statue. catatonic.

her name is sort of a double entendre? partially being about the thing a battery does and partially being about weathering stone

atheneum girl

the latest girl!!

she's sort of a spin on the whole 'quiet in the library' thing, her name basically just being a fancy word for library

her backstory is basically that Something happened to her in the past and she fears if she speaks up someone related to it will find out and ruin her. she thus feels as if she can't even talk to her therapist about what's really weighing on her! yaaay :)

like booru there are also some implications to her story that!! yeah

but otherwise thematically she's just representative of the fear of speaking up

oh yeah also

gay

[marbarmars-arts]

🌻💚Today is a very special day for me in particular...it's officially been 10 years since I first created the very first OC to stick around the longest, Velva! 💚🌻

Of course I can't say she's the first character I've ever made, even if I can't remember the ones before her, I know Velva wasn't my very first creation. But even after all this time, she holds a lot of special meaning to me. It's not just a character birthday, or an anniversary, but this is an achievement. Not only does this achievement that mark a very early point in my art hobby that I still do to this day, but it marks just how far I've come since I was 11 (crazy right?! this makes me feel old). It's when I really started to take art seriously and dedicate big portions of my life to it.

In a way Velva was a character that was meant to be the kinds of friends I didn't have in my life at the time irl, someone goofy, caring, supportive. I got super lonely in middle school until about the 7th-8th grade. When big things happen in my life, I know making characters or a story is gonna cheer me right up. And that really all started with my sona, and Velva. She's always gonna be the BFF to my sona cause in a way Velva has been through so much with me. I never plan on replacing her for the world :3

Her alongside some of my other OCs (like Derpy, Ice, Cellcia, and Sprite) I made all those years ago really sparked those creative juices in me and have most likely led you to see me today, which...hi! I'm glad you're reading this. Some or most of you might not really know my older OCs like Velva. But I appreciate you tuning in and liking my art, despite me getting busier and busier in this sad reality that is being an adult.

I know I'm getting real sappy over a fictional character and my art but it's MY fictional character and art dammit!

Thank you for listening to my ted talk, and for the support. I hope to make many more art pieces forevermore in the future and I'll probably be just as shocked when Velva turns 20, so cheers for her! Happy 10th anniversary/birthday, Velva!

(Gaze upon my lovely old art and have a good night folks <3)

[lazywriter-artist]

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Heheh funnnn :3

Idrk if you wanted any oc in particular but I’ll yap abt ock some bc I like him hehehe

🤍 - Three of your character’s neutral/questionable traits

Hm, a fun thought experiment for ock bc u haven’t thought about too many in such a light X)

The main one that comes to mind is how clingy he is, it’s not always unbearably so but it can get bad at times. It isn’t often, and it’s definitely not common as ock dislikes strongly using his abilities for ‘bad’ things, but he once used his ability to dominate another’s mind and puppeteer them to prevent the man from leaving his side and being dismissed after a few months aboard Huntsmann’s ship. It took Huntsmann and berny trying to talk him down to have him finally realse the poor man. Ock isn’t a fan of people he loves being put in harms way, since as far as it goes it’s never really ended well for him. It’s a trait he’s definitely trying to make better but it’s very difficult for him.

Next is his shyness I suppose, he’s a very sort of paradoxical character as a reclusive figure too anxious to directly interact (hence why he uses his telepathy for communication most of the time when possible) but one who longs so very deeply for any sort of connection he seeks it in just about everyone willing to tolerate his silent little form shivering behind them.

Finally for this one I suppose is u g h

He can be a bit emotional at times- (sometimes VERY emotional-) so when he’s not being a shivering ball of anxiety his fluctuations have no set ways or anything of doing so.

✈️ - Does your Oc like travel or do they consider themselves a home body?

Ock definitely likes to travel! While it means he’s gotta muscle through some pain if they stumble across some areas with large crowds (telepath struggles for eel) he loves being and seeing new places as well as meeting new friends! (He must be watched or else he’s brining 30 new rats onto the ship smh)

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@ocherednoe-dno asks

💯 - share three random facts about your oc others might not know!

1) ock has a lot of little odd hobbies here and there to kill time when he’s say, experiencing one of huntsmann’s out bursts and finds himself locked in his chambers, of these hobbies ock has two major ones he’s taken a big liking to! Sewing and towel folding! They’re good things to make cuddly little friends and populate his imaginative play families.

2) kind of connecting with the earlier note Ock really likes playing with toys and things (escapism + comfort & hence why he picked up sewing) so it’s not uncommon to find him playing at someone’s feet (normally will’s sometimes Huntsmann’s) with his days plushie of choice or in his room shuffling through his massive plushie collection (some made some gifted!) to rearrange the little friends or play toys

3) Ock Is a very stunted little guy (he’s tiny in stature and build, he’s very naive, ect.) and this is included in his voice. Despite being about 18-20 for most of the ‘recent’ story, he’s got a very young sounding voice (in my mind he sounds like a young Bambi just perhaps with a slight British accent to it as Huntsmann has raised him after all and that man’s got space British thick.) mixed with his small timid stature and his very nervous tendencies those not used to him very commonly mistake him for being a lot younger than he actually is

🖤 - has your oc killed or seriously wounded anyone before? have they broken someone's heart and/or broken someone's trust?

Ig this could also count as a fun fact people might not know but, Ock has killed a man and it haunts him— Ock, unsurprisingly, isn’t a very violent little guy and doesn’t really use his abilities to harm all that much if he can avoid it. So imagine his surprise when, at huntsmann’s demand, he is forced to execute a man with his abilities. He was reassured the man was a heretic and that he deserved the emperors hand, but it didn’t stop the screams of the man or the pleads both internal and external that Ock had to listen to during hurt any less. Broke the poor little guy for months, he was shut down for a while that even Will couldn’t really get him out of it and really still comes back to haunt him from time to time (it was mostly a measure by Huntsmann to A. Really get a feel for Ock’s abilities and B. See how willing Ock was to use them for harming others among other things-)

Mh, I think he’s maybe broken someone’s trust before, mmm I think perhaps a guardsman or acquaintance or two upon the whole being an inquisitor’s psyker ordeal. Definitely has pushed a few people away even if it’s a bit out of his control

💔 - what are three of your oc's negative traits?

U h hm. Honestly a toughie for ock— shockingly I don’t think I’ve given him many negative traits

Or well, I’ve not given him any Ergh, awful traits? Ock has some traits I’ve seen listed as negative in various listicles sure but idrk if I’d personally categorize some of them as negative? It’s a question very strongly endowed with one’s own personal sense of morality ig is the trick here for my brain?

Like- ock isn’t the typical negatively associated asshole jerk man but then again people don’t tend to always be either and they still have negative traits ya do ya know? Idk- it’s a bit hard for me personally to classify things like positive and negative traits as I feel anything taken too far/in the wrong ways ect. Can be labeled as positive or negative-

I suppose for ock, based around various listicles of “negative traits” we can go with

1) Needy (not gonna do this for every one I don’t really see this as a negative bc well ik it comes from a place and so it’s hard for me to place it as negative when I don’t think it’s like— bad? It’s just how ock has been impacted by the world and as such more of an obstacle to be worked around and yadda yadda character’s flaws aren’t errors but merely features to be enjoyed this and that- though ig this also hinges on the interpretation of negative meaning negative for those surrounding him and not just for ock himself too which I mean these traits can be negative heavily for ock as well which might end them up with the label here and dependent on the interpretation that it’s classified by simply flaws that hurt and—) - kind of following with his clinginess guy really tends to take what he can and hoard it up. I will say he isn’t like— complain and whine about not being given something he could grab himself spoiled child levels of needy, but he is again very clingy and will sometimes not realize when he is over stepping and demanding a bit too much of someone’s attention.

2) cowardly - little guy lacks a back bone pretty often- it’s really when he tends to serve as just a little guy wandering around behind huntsmann and maybe sometimes sort of as communication but he’s more huntsmann‘s proof of concept of ‘I can keep it alive and keep it compliant with the inquisitions/imperiums usual bullshittery’ more than a fighting weapon (that’s what his field his for-) so it’s more in personal situations than battle

3) absent minded - while definitely not all the time ock does have a bit of a habit of being a bit locked out in certain times, settings, days, ect. And just be lost in his thoughts (sometimes leading to an anxious spiral-) and just over all leaving him very ditzy from time to time.

🐈- does your oc prefer a wide circle of friends or a few close friends?

He’d really like to have a larger group of friends though that’s hard for him for numerous reasons and he does a lot better with smaller groups anyway.

He kind of had a ‘larger’ group already considering he finds most people he bumps into and grows attached to friends even if they aren’t so or he may never see them again but we ball

And that kind of leads to why he is just better suited for smaller groups over all as larger ones aside from stressing him out (telepath moment) for a number of reasons inside and out, he’s a very easily attached and DEEPLY attached guy so if for whatever reason he holds some level of less close less attached relationship with someone he is very very attached to (not hard to be- breath near the little guy and you’re half way there-) and he doesn’t have that reciprocated he tends to flip out a bit and not feel to great

Which really is another reason of many hunts tends to keep him on a shorter leash.

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12. How much does your OC's background and origin affect their approach to relationships? Are there specific insecurities or preferences that lead on from their past? - for your three most favourite D&D characters :3

Thank you for the ask :D this'll be fun...

12. How much does your OC's background and origin affect their approach to relationships?... Alright, so, I've already talked everyone's ear off about Montgomery in a previous post, so I'll skip him despite the fact that he is unashamedly my favorite child (oops). Let's go with...Theresa, Gaia, and Odelle.

Theresa is my character who gets away with everything because no one believes she could possibly do it. She looks like a frail little waif of a girl, with golden curls and cornflower blue eyes and sweet little freckles, dressed in an apron and petticoats that flutter in the midday wind. If anyone sees her shoulder in public, it was most definitely an accident, oh gods, oh goodness! Theresa is the baker's daughter that all the village boys with good sense have dreamed of kissing in the square at least once. Of course, she uses her pretty privilege for evil and chaos, like petty theft and feeding her own ego with her admirers' affection. Truthfully, Theresa never quite believed anyone would be good enough to fulfill her fantasies before she left on her adventure/revenge quest for the woman who robbed her parents blind. She learned about struggle and suffering in very painful ways, and the entire adventure was arguably the consequences of her own actions--getting too involved with a thief queen. So, honestly, her ego is her own worst enemy. It still is, quite a bit--she got her "happy ending" with the dashing, handsome young monk who she met while adventuring, but it remains to be seen whether Theresa has internalized the maturity to handle a long-term relationship, or if her flightiness will result in it falling apart.

Deragaia is an older OC whose campaign sadly fell apart due to real-life player bullshit, but she's one of the OCs I have with the most similar, pragmatic approach to relationships as myself. I honestly don't know that she'd ever really had any crushes growing up that ever went anywhere more than a slight imagining of romance. Sex was very casual for her, but not a priority. Once her quest to find answers for her people was concluded, I think she would have returned home and perhaps found someone else close to her middle age who was still unmarried and mutually agreed to be lifemates simply for the convenience of it. Sharing that much with someone would have been as good as romance to her. She doesn't have any particular insecurities about herself as a partner, but her upbringing as an outlander and her people's tendency to place importance on continuing lineages have left her with a deep-seated love of her people as a concept that trumps the idea of love as romance.

Odelle is my newest D&D character (if we don't count Vita, who's technically in Shadowrun), and I'm still figuring her out. But her backstory has left her with deep, deep, deep abandonment issues. She still struggles to open up to and trust the people she fights with every day on an emotional level, often deflecting personal questions back on the asker or simply dancing around them until they both laugh it off and pretend it never happened. Frankly, I don't think she's ready to have any sort of romantic relationship. And when she does find someone that she loves, I think it will be a painful learning process to be secure that the person won't leave her. Odelle would be a horribly jealous and paranoid lover, especially if she was the one who fell first.

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Woven Between Stacks +18

This ask is part of the Spooktober 2024 Event, for context! And it's the sequel to "Heart Made of Straw", where her old, vague design is used, so it may not totally make sense with this one.

Mine, to be specific, so I suppose it's not shocking that my first smut for my OC would be so terribly long...

Summary: It's been a blissful year of sweet romance with Thatch for Nikia. But as the season of harvest comes to a close, she finds the tension between them rising. A thirst for more increasing with every day she feigns ignorance with mild embarrassment. Worried that the next step will see everything fall apart in light of her true self but, despite her fears, hoping for more. It all comes to a head in an old barn, her hesitation peeled away with careful, loving hands.

And, shockingly, the addition of a someone who had been patiently waiting for her to be ready for a new hurdle.

(Thatch/(Scarecrow/Doll)!Nikia(OC)/Izou)

Warnings: Is this monster fucking, she is a doll-scarecrow hybrid? Threesome, mild objectification kink that's also a praise kink? (they call her doll a lot in a sort of diminutive way, like 'baby girl' but she is literally part doll so?), overstimulation, oral, grinding, unprotected sex, dacryphilia, creampie, cumplay/eating, and implied past relationship between Thatch and Izou. Oh, and needlessly excessive world building.

Word Count: 8,741

It had been a busy year, even with additional help, but harvesting season was in swing once again before Nikia knew it.

Not even her new, startlingly fresh relationship changed that. Though her boss was suspiciously open to the idea of her ‘expanding her duties’ to include visits with his son. To deliver special stock or otherwise check up on him. It was very apparent what his end goal was with that, but even with the obvious support, they had taken things quite slow. Both because of how genuinely busy Thatch was with his regular job and her own… emotional hangups.

She didn’t regret anything! Don’t get her wrong—but it was still very overwhelming how affectionate Thatch was. He was so comfortable being overtly smitten that it flustered her to no end, which he found amusing and cute. Better than frustration, but not by much. She was trying though!

It was just… so hard when Thatch leaned in with that soft look in his eyes and sly smile. Like he was sneaking a treat when he kissed her that only he knew about. The intent to savor clear as his touch lingered. He was never put off about her inhuman features, merely delighted at the new discoveries she allowed. So far, he was most surprised to discover it was just her hair that was straw like. The dark blue and teal underside clumping into thick strands with a few silvery white. Unusual for a scarecrow, in fact, and not dyed as he originally suspected.

Point being, she did, in fact, have insides. Specifically, she had a soft tongue—though he commented that it felt more akin to silk. She took his word for it, never having thought too much about her own tongue like that. He’s already seen her hands, the delicate, segmented doll joints a clear give away if he actually knew anything about scarecrows—which he didn’t. In all fairness, she usually wore gloves just like her coworkers, so he probably assumed that it was the same for them as well.

“I mean, reallyolder scarecrows might be straw inside and out, but… I’m not a totally ‘pure’ scarecrow to begin with.” Nikia admitted sometime after Christmas where a deviously placed mistletoe led Thatch—who was quite drunk—to passionately kiss her. With tongue. And no warning. At the time he was more excited about the kiss than the particulars, but he was confused after the fact. “Did you… kiss me expecting to shove your tongue into bundles of straw?”

“Well… I wasn’t… not expecting that? I mean, I knew you could eat and talk so I figured it was pretty close to my mouth… situation?” Thatch admitted sheepishly. “I’m not usually at your height when you talk and you get so shy when I stare anyway, so I never had the chance to… casually investigate.”

Nikia could remember giving him a dry look and sticking out her tongue. The pointed tip almost reaching past her chin as she flicked it like a lizard or snake just long enough to see his eyes grow wide. A soft, muted pink color and decidedly wet. She barely resisted the urge to blow a raspberry at him before sucking it back in. Concerned he would have decided to touch it or something, he seemed so shocked and curious.

He'd also asked about her choker, where she had to explain it was common for scarecrows to wear a tight ‘closure’ of some kind around their neck to keep the ‘frill’ down. The frill being the edge of their head ‘sack’ of course, though it’s rare for a scarecrow to be in any real danger of losing it without the closure. At most, it could be lifted to about the underside of the jaw before being firmly fastened to their body—her’s went about halfway up her neck. Still, to keep the frill in good condition and to not get caught on something, a ‘closure’ was preferred.

She just happened to prefer a cute red, leather choker with a bow on the back. It was about the only ‘pretty’ thing she wore regularly and was durable enough to warrant it on a farm.

He looked like he was going to ask about the inside but she quickly shut that down.

Absolutely not.

Way too weird and uncomfortable.

Still, aside from some amusing revelations, they had been going pretty steady until this point. Her accommodations were maintained even during ‘off-season’ so he had ample justification to visit his family and spend time with her. The most they’d done was kisses, but as of late Thatch’s hands had gotten… bolder. Gently curious, perhaps. And Nikia hadn’t pushed back against any of it seriously. Though she did draw the line while she was working.

Which, because of the time of year, was all the time now.

Their casual dates usually ending in her nodding off beside him. Which he openly admitted to enjoying, but the underlying tension between them was growing by the day.

“Hey, sweetie, how about we go on a picnic today?” Thatch asked, ambling up to her with a soft smile and a basket already prepared. Nikia heaves up a wheelbarrow with seed sacked neatly in it sheepishly.

“Sorry, hun, there’s still a few barns of extra seed to sort out before the first freeze.” Nikia apologized with a blush, noticing that he’d chosen to wear a nice, soft yellow button down today. He definitely didn’t have it on earlier, but seemed to have changed after breakfast to match the ribbon holding back her hair.

Thatch smiled understandingly, but his eyes lingered on her somewhat disheveled state.

She’d opted to forgo the usual flannel shirt today, wearing only an old tank top under her overalls. The strap falling off her shoulder despite her best efforts. No amount of tightening could give the denim something to hold onto with her smooth, porcelain skin and slender frame. At this point, she was just too focused on finishing organizing seed stores to worry about it. Some of the other scarecrows sealing them up against pests after inspection, which took a little more elbow grease than she could readily give, so she worked on transport with a few other helpers. Her glasses barely hanging onto her nose, nearly slipping free every time she pushed them back up. But she knew what Thatch was looking at, anyway.

Most scarecrows had very thickly textured skin, like sacks, with hay growing out for hair. Their limbs quite durable but not terribly flexible, usually. Joints made from wood deep beneath their ‘skin’ and reinforced by braided faux-muscle, stitch lines marking where the two flex points meet. Straw and more… human details merging into one. Super old, ‘cursed’ scarecrows, of course, are made almost entirely of straw with cloth heads and clothes to keep it all in. But those are pretty rare these days, a majority of scarecrows are just… born more obviously alive. In part due to mixed relationships, which wasn’t terribly surprising given Nikia’s own heritage.

Nikia, however, had socket joints. Which he was definitely looking at right now.

Her skin more akin to porcelain textured like soft cotton or silk rather than utilitarian sacks, which was easy to see but didn’t mean anything to most people. Melting into near total porcelain joints and sections in places that was usually tucked under clothing. Perhaps he had felt those before but thought it was just her clothes or seams. Her cheeks and the bridge of her nose was quite smooth, as an example, compared to the soft cloth feel of her chest. She was more flexible than most, but definitely more fragile because of it. Her heritage leaning heavily into ‘doll’ territory but still too much scarecrow for most. Her hair a mix of wild leafy-straw, curling and falling in waves chaotically rather than straight hair-like fibers the dolls in fashion magazines maintained or even bristly as per scarecrow folk’s usual style.

Life on Newgate’s farm was simple, hard working, and most importantly—bereft of people who gave a shit she was half doll rather than all scarecrow. With the added benefit that no one treated her poorly for appearing to be a scarecrow either, which was even more rare.

People got weird about non-human, semi-object sentient races.

Sheepish she hadn’t really… told him yet, Nikia pushed the wheelbarrow onward. Stopped as he set the basket down on top of her load and stepped close. Hands lingering on her waist as he leaned in and pressed a kiss to her shoulder next to the joint, tenderly pushing up the strap of her overall that had fallen.

“Let me join you.” He breathed out, sending chills down her spine as he took over the wheelbarrow, allowing her to slip out of his way. Sending her a sly wink as he effortlessly pushed it onward at her direction like a show off.

Once they made it out of the hot sun into the relatively cooler barn to hand off the goods, the others cheered.

“Aye! Thatch, fancy seeing you here~!” One laughed, Burns she thought, waggling his heavily stitched eyebrows and grinning. Sending her an amused look as she flushed, removing Thatch’s basket before it could get swept away.

“That’d be the last of it, yeah?” someone asked distractedly from within the stacks.

“Think so!” Burns laughed, watching Thatch perk up. “For this barn at least. Still need to look over the others for damage. Make sure there aren’t any repairs needed before the first freeze—it’ll be a right bitch removing planks after the cold sets in! Forget about painting!”

“Ah, I’ll start on the end near the pasture, then! Tell Oxy if I find anything, right?” Nikia sighed, stroking her hand across Thatch’s shoulders as he pouted. She got a round of affirmatives and muffled jeers as Thatch followed her out.

He nearly skipped ahead with a wide grin.

“Soooo… the barns’ clean, isn’t it?” Thatch asked, noticing that she had picked the farthest one away.

“Nope. Wanted to work my way back homeward. All goes well, it’ll be an early day! Maybe… always something needing to be done around here!” She laughed, looking away from him. “Maybe they’ll want to check the fence if the boys haven’t gotten to it. Heard we’ve had a problem with wolves or something hungry rooting around somewhere out back!” she murmured, picking up her pace as the barn came in sight.

For the most part, Newgate kept all his barns fairly close. Both the ones intended to store things and the ones meant to house the animals he did decide to keep. This one was just the furthest and happened to be the oldest. Apparently, the house used to be further away from the road but convenience drove him to have it moved several hundred yards. Effectively abandoning the barn it had once accompanied.

So it was as old as it looked, with only one set of large doors in and out, faded red paint staining the exterior. The walls thin a bit in places and the loft littered with old hay that would need to be swept out or risk rotting the wood over winter and spring. It wasn’t used much anymore, but it did well enough to house farming equipment and spare bales when needed.

Her boots tread noisily over the dry earth where wheat stalks used to reach high into the sky as she approached the barn.

It was a little eerie, the door left unlocked with only the chain hanging loose around the handles. Rusted metal clanking noisily in the wind until she carefully unwound them and pulled the heavy doors open for a proper inspection. They rattled open with as much grace as she expected, requiring Thatch to wordlessly follow her lead on the other side with considerably less struggle. She noted that the hinges needed tending to, at the very least, but they worked fine otherwise.

The inside was large and mostly barren. Old, forgotten bales of rotting hay and popped tires piled against the far wall. Nothing too serious, but would need removal before something started living in it that didn’t take intrusion lightly. Dusty light filtering in from cracks in the walls and the ceiling above. The wind whistling through in soft bursts.

Nikia carefully walked the perimeter, taking out a pen to poke the wood for termite damage. Taking out flags to stick in the spots that crumbled beneath her firm jab for later inspection. Thatch following her, basket in hand, as though waiting for her to say something.

She didn’t mean to ignore him.

But the look of want on his face when they were alone was… a lot. Torn between a curiosity to reciprocate and fear it would lead to disaster if she did stopping her. She elected for the easy path of pretending she had no idea he wanted anything at all. Poorly, probably, judging by the way he sighed and placed down the basket near the ladder. Despite not actively looking at him, she could feel his presence grow closer.

She panicked.

Sensing the clear desire emanating off his frame, she pivoted from the stack of tires blocking the only wall she had yet to inspect and moved around him to climb into the loft.

Not the… best choice if she wanted to avoid him, honestly, but it was her best ‘innocent’ option beside outside.

And… if she was being honest, she didn’t want Thatch to keep his hands to himself. Not really. She was just so nervous.

He was so sweet and gentle and caring and—

The thought that she’d fuck up somehow haunted her.

She didn’t even manage one rung before Thatch crowded her against the ladder. One hand over hers and the other at her hip as he nuzzled her bare throat just above the leather choker. Skimming his lips against her skin like he was drinking her in. Peppering her with kisses.

“…You’re such a beautiful mystery, Nikia. I just want to take my time and unwrap you.” Thatch sighed, trailing his hand down her arm and gently turning her around. He had that intense look in his eyes again. Cupping her face as he leaned in close, her body falling against the ladder in flustered steps. “Let me see that cute face when I do.” Thatch growled with a sly smile, kissing her senseless.

Her hands bracing against his hot chest as he pinned her against the ladder. Wood groaning loudly as he palmed her ass and began to lift up her thigh. Her moan spilling free as he pulled back, scowling at the aged structure she leaned against like it offended him.

She yelped as he ducked a little to grab her ass with both hands and lift her against his chest. Stumbling back and spinning on his heel to slam her against the support beam of the wall. One of her boots falling free as she gasped, clinging to his shoulders. Her complaint cut off with a moan as he ground his waist into hers.

“T-Thaaaaahn~!” She froze, hands slapping over her mouth, startled at the soft sound she made and blushing furiously.

Thatch looked ready to eat her whole, hands squeezing her ass as he slowly grinned.

“Oh, that was so fucking cute… do it again, angel cake.” Thatch purred, digging in his heels and adjusting so she was pinned by his hips. Freeing his hands to pull hers away from her face. Letting her clutch his hands against the wall as he slowly rocked into her. Darkly pleased at every soft gasp she let slip, clit ground against the harsh line of her jeans and his obvious erection. “W-While we’re here, being honest, you can tell me why you’ve been avoiding this. Avoiding me. Is it just nerves, baby? If you want me to stop—just say the words and I will.” He swore, noting the tears pricking her eyes as she shuddered against him.

“Ah! A-Ahhh~! Th-Thatch! Mmmm~ I-I… don’t—” Thatch began to slow down, concern edged in his features suddenly and she had to shake her head, hips bucking into him. “D-Don’t want you to stop I-I just… I’m… it’s already weird that I…” she let her head fall onto his shoulder.

She felt him press a kiss to her head as he kept the slow, steady rhythm.

“Is it because you work for my old man or because you’re a scarecrow?” Thatch asked softly, ducking his head to kiss her face. “I don’t care about either one, baby. I just care about you.”

“N-Not even a scarecrow. Not really, Thatch. You noticed, didn’t you?” Nikia moaned, just distracted enough by the increasing pleasure to finally speak. “’M weird. Even more weird than a just a scarecrow. G-Got doll bits—it really wigs people o-out!” she whined as he nipped at her throat, driving her to tilt her head up.

“Do they hurt you, baby? Has anything I’ve done hurt?” He asked seriously, pausing a moment to let her breathe. Thumbs stroking the skin of her hands. She shook her head.

“No. I’m pretty flexible. Maybe don’t drop me—can’t take a fall like most scarecrows can, but there’s nothing too different that you haven’t already seen.” Nikia reassured him. He smiled, kissing her softly in thanks.

“Is ‘doll’ an insult for you or…?” he inquired against her lips. She smiled.

“No. No one would think to call me that—I look too… raggedy to be a ‘proper doll’. Too stiff to be a cloth doll. Too soft for a scarecrow. Always too something everywhere but here.” She admitted, relaxing against him as he kept giving her that wanting expression. It hadn’t flickered or changed once, his hands never jerked away.

In fact, he felt as though he was pressed closer.

He smiled, kissing her pointed nose, accidentally pushing up her glasses before pressing a few more kisses across her cheek. Making his way to her pointed ear.

“Then I suppose you won’t mind if I call you my… ‘perfect little doll’?” he asked softly, her heart squeezing at the way his tongue rolled out the diminutive nickname like it was a lewd compliment.

And frankly, it kind of was.

In the right place, implying she could be put on a shelf to be admired was a heady compliment. Borderline an insult in the wrong one, though.

“N-No… don’t let anyone else hear you say that though. Outside of… this, it sounds like you’re saying I’m only useful on a shelf.” Nikia sighed, moaning as he flexed against her, grinding her clit again.

“Ah. Like ‘slut’ or ‘baby girl’, then?” she laughed, nodding her head. “Can’t have that, can we, pretty little doll? No~ you’re meant to be handled with love and care. I’ll never mean it as an insult—but I would always take an excuse to look at you, pretty doll~” Thatch chuckled, resuming his old pace. True to his word, his eyes never left her face as she struggled to not moan with every pass over her clothed pussy. The stiff layers making meaningful contact difficult but providing unrelenting pressure anyway.

He rewarded every little noise she let slip free with a kiss until she was driven breathless and his tongue had little excuse not to crowd her lips. Her heart thundering in her chest pressed against his, breasts spilling out of her tank top with every heaving breath. Teasing her nipples against the rim of her overalls and his soft shirt. Heat pressing in around them as he mumbled soft praise between every lap at her tongue.

“ah~ah! Mm-ahhn~! Th-Thaaaa-tch~!” her glasses were fogged up, completely blocking her vision as she began to fall apart in his rough embrace.

“I know you’re not fucking her against the wall, Thatch.” Izou’s sharp voice cut in like a knife, making them both freeze in shock.

Instantly, Nikia was absolutely fucking mortified.

“I-Izou! I-I’m so sorry—” Nikia struggled to peek over Thatch’s shoulder to where she heard Izou’s voice, glasses still too foggy to see properly.

“Oh, you have nothing to apologize for, sweetheart. In fact, I’m thrilled you’re enjoying yourself. But at minimum, Thatch should be doing this in a bed. Not a barn.” Izou hissed. “She is not a heifer, Thatch. Treat her as such and I’ll kill you myself.”

Thatch, somewhat trying to cover her disheveled state, was still quite sheepish as he turned his head to address Izou.

“A-Ah, well… I didn’t intend to start anything here but…”

“You couldn’t help yourself.” Izou sighed. “I can’t blame you, she’s ridiculously cute as it is, let alone when you’ve got her looking like that. If her crush wasn’t so obvious, I would have tried my luck years ago.”

Nikia froze, still frazzled from the ruined orgasm as she struggled to piece together the obvious implications.

“Well, I can’t say I’m surprised about that. But I am surprised you haven’t made a move since then.” Thatch laughed, relaxing a little to let her stand on her own two feet with an absentminded kiss.

“When she can barely handle holding your hand in public, Thatch? Really?” Izou scoffed. “She’d run into the woods, never to be seen again, if I suggested we give a threesome a try.”

Incapable of denying that, she chose to focus on other things.

“Wait, you…?” she asked softly, her glasses finally clearing up enough to see Izou a few feet away. Comfortable jeans and a pale blue, silk button down shirt left half open, hair braided back out of his face. He looked like he had been working on something nearby and happened to meander over. His expression… achingly familiar to Thatch’s. He smiled sardonically.

“Yeah. You’d be surprised how many people had a crush on you when you first got here. It died down for the most part, but some… hopefuls still clung to it. Until Thatch swooped in, of course.”

“…Not you?” Nikia asked in confusion.

Izou grinned.

“We’ve fooled around together before. Adding the two of you together hardly dampened the attraction.” Izou laughed. “I just didn’t want to make you uncomfortable or get in the way of you both figuring yourselves out. He’s never been so serious with someone before. Seemed a shame to disturb that when you clearly weren’t ready for the suggestion.”

“That serious for you too, then? You would have at least talked to me first if it was just a passing thing.” Thatch called out coyly. His confidence apparently not unwarranted as it was followed by Izou casually shrugging his shoulders. Thatch looked at her with a soft, encouraging smile. “How does that make you feel, doll? Do I need to tell him to fuck off or…?”

Nikia looked between them, more than a little flustered.

She trusted Thatch enough to believe him. To believe that he was both open to Izou’s words and also ready to firmly support her boundaries. For all that he flustered her and gave her butterflies at times, he never once let her down. Open and interested and patient.

What she said, goes, as far as he was concerned.

As for Izou?

Well, he was undeniably attractive, even without the makeup he enjoyed wearing for even daily chores. Sharp witted and clever. She never felt in danger with him around, always certain he’d have her back if it came down to it. Izou made her feel safe. He was incredibly lovely to her in a way few had ever been.

Together?

Together?

It felt impossible. But clearly it wasn’t.

If it had to be anyone though?

She’d want it to be them.

“… you’re not… put off by my…?” Nikia asked softly, stammering a little as she struggled to put it into words.

Izou smiled, shaking his head.

“Knew from day one. Unlike this oaf, I’ve done more than work in kitchens. Used to work on photoshoots in makeup and wardrobe, as well as some modeling work myself. Know several folks that would die for the chanceto dress you up, honey.” Izou grinned with a wink. “Not why I love you, of course. Known plenty of dolls that were fucking brats. You’re too sweet for your own good, honestly. Which is why, even if you want me to leave and pretend this never happened, he’s not fucking you against the barn wall.”

Nikia’s whole world spun as her face flushed at the confession and crude threat.

“Where would you suggest then?” Thatch asked in curiosity tinged with mild annoyance at the reminder they’d been interrupted.

“The loft, of course. Ace set up a bed there ages ago for when he had a sleeping spell coming up but didn’t want his ass eaten up in the sun.” Izou scoffed. Nikia looked up the ladder in surprise.

It made sense, she supposed. She’d seen the young man fall asleep just about anywhere, but waking up to a dozen insect bites was a pain in the ass he never stopped complaining about when it happened.

“Well, that does sound much better… what do you think, doll? Shall we take this to the loft?” Thatch asked meaningfully, tipping his head to Izou in question.

Still dizzy from Izou’s words, she looked at him a tad helplessly.

“I want you to ask. I… I don’t want to ruin our friendship if you don’t mean it or regret it—” her words died in her throat as he confidently strode towards her like he had been waiting for her to say that. Thatch stepped aside with an indulgent smile, Izou quickly taking up all her attention.

His makeup today was light. The only thing noticeable was eyeliner and tinted lipstick, a much more ‘natural’ look than the usual, bold red he preferred. Perhaps in case his chores got too intense. Less work to fix it all before dinner. His dark eyes warm as he reached for her hands. Grasping them firmly, thumbs rubbing her knuckles and the slight seam of her hidden joints.

“Can I kiss you, darling?” he asked softly.

She glanced at Thatch reflexively and found him eagerly awaiting her answer. Gaze soft and accepting with a hint of open hunger. But her eyes were quick to return to Izou, who waited patiently for her answer.

“Yes.” She breathed out, chin tipping up to meet his gentle kiss. Lips melting together as her eyes fluttered shut with his soft groan. Hands releasing hers to cup her face, tongue licking at the seam of her lips that she gladly let fall open. Her hands gripped the silk sleeves of his shirt as she whined. That familiar fire returning with a vengeance.

When they broke off it was slow and lingering, her head hazy as their lips stuck together from his lipstick. She swallowed hard, still tasting fresh fruit he likely snacked on earlier. Oranges, from taste of it.

“…Fuck that was hot.” Thatch broke the silence with an awed, breathless groan. Like he was the one Izou had kissed senseless.

Izou gave him a dry look.

“Grab the basket, Thatch. We’ll follow her up.” Izou ordered firmly, kissing her again for just a moment before grabbing her abandoned boot and closing the door with the boot outside. “That oughta make sure we’re not disturbed.”

Nikia snorted, grimacing as dirt and straw finally registered through her bared sock. Sometimes she’d come across similar sights. At first, she was super confused. She remembers asking her mentor at the time about it, wondering why a single boot was outside a door like that.

The old scarecrow sputtered with laughter and asked if she looked in. She remembers shaking her head with her nose wrinkling.

“Nah, heard some spooky ass noises. Thought it was a cat in labor—I don’t know what to do with a cat giving birth, Marcus!” Needless to say, he laughed even harder at that before explaining it was a polite way of warning others not to come in unless they want an eyeful. “…ah. Like a sock on a doorknob?”

“Aye, like a sock, girlie. Old man Newgate don’t mind us fooling around as long as work gets done.”

Gentle hands pushed her along to the ladder and she startled a little.

“Ack! S-Sorry, ‘zo. Got lost in thought.” She muttered sheepishly, looking back at him. He smiled at her indulgently with an understanding nod.

“Second thoughts?” he asked. She paused on the ladder before shaking her head.

“Nah. J-Just… never really figured it would be in a barn, you know?” she laughed a little, moving along quickly. Her socked foot clicking slightly against the wood. It was closer to porcelain than the rest of her body and, as a consequence, prone to clinking and the cold.

Izou paused under her with a puzzled look on his face.

“It? You don’t mean…?” she cleared the top and gave him a pleading look over her shoulder.

“Don’t say it!” She whined without thinking, blushing furiously, her stomach in knots. “Hard enough ta keep standin’ ‘ere wi’out ya sayin’ it out loud!”

Nikia turned from Izou resolutely before her accent became unrecognizable and looked around.

As she had suspected, it had a few stray bales of hay they never got around to using. Tucked between a few stacks was a cozy little bed made from old, quilted blankets and a few pillows. For someone capable of sleeping anywhere, Ace definitely liked being comfortable if he had the time to spare. It was big enough for her to roll around in without slamming into the hay walls shielding it from the sun-drenched window or the ladder’s immediate vantage point.

A secret sleeping place then.

She heard a whispered argument below but couldn’t completely make out the words. It was resolved quickly though and Thatch’s head poked up into the loft, hoisting the basket above his head with care.

He paused, looking at her with a soft smile.

A little nervous, she gave a wobbly smile and glanced around. Unsure what he was looking at exactly. Looking around the abandoned loft, she decided it had to be her, but his expression was… new.

Relaxed.

Open.

“Hey, doll…” Thatch sighed, finally lifting himself up properly and striding towards her. Pulling her close by her hips as he stared down at her, leaning in close until his lips grazed hers. “You still want to do this here?” he asked.

It was a little funny how often they were both asking—like they were just as nervous as she was.

“As long as its you.” Nikia reaffirmed softly, glancing between the two of them as Izou joined. She pulled the bow out of her hair and let the thick strands fall, Thatch’s hand instantly diving into the mass. Threading his fingers through the frizzy curls and waves to cradle her scalp. Finally pulling her into the kiss his lips had been promising for what felt like an eternity. His boots thudding against the wood beneath them as he stepped closer, slowly driving her back against the hay barrier.

She heard shuffling behind her, Izou huffing as he shifted things around. Any question she had dismissed with an absentminded kiss as Thatch worked to distract her. And succeeded with gusto, his tongue wiping away her thoughts as he swept along her lips slowly.

A whine slipped free as she was suddenly moved, lips parting wetly as Thatch chuckled. Tapping the bridge of her glasses with his fingertip.

“Keep ‘em on, doll?” she shook her head, removing them herself and placing them on top of the haybale before she was guided to lay down on the tidied bed. Jolting in shock as she leaned against Izou’s bare chest. His silk shirt already removed, leaving only a tank top and his unbuttoned jeans, belt nowhere to be seen. Perhaps he had also put his things on top of the hay. “You have the best ideas, Izou. C’mere, doll, let’s get you more comfortable, huh?” he asked, swiftly abandoning his button up, boots, and belt. He took the extra step of shucking off his pants as well, leaving him in only a tank top and boxers.

He plucked the ribbon from her wrist and willingly disturbed his pompadour. Hassling the amber strands until he could pull them all back and tie them out of the way. His hair now in a loose ponytail off his neck. His hands and face free of any possible disturbances, he reached for her lone boot with a cheeky grin. Removing it delicately and tossing it aside.

Izou took the moment she was distracted to glide down the straps of her overalls, slipping her arms free so Thatch could grasp the belt loops and pull.

Slowly, as her heart raced, he dragged her main protection off of her body. Revealing, inch by inch, what was usually hidden in her work clothes. Tank wrinkled over her wide hips, just barely covering the flexible socket joints and soft belly. Izou’s lips pressing along her exposed shoulders as he teased the thin straps of her tank top. Nipping as her thick thighs were revealed, then her knees, and calves. Mindful of the frill, choosing to blow across it before kissing higher up her neck so he could chuckle at her slight shudder.

Until the only thing protecting her modesty was an old tank top and worn panties. Socks barely hanging onto her ankles as they both just… looked.

Her legs were more doll than scarecrow, holding shaped curves and joints rather than tailored cloth and straw. Still, her skin had a certain fabric-like texture and give that no doll would normally have.

Normally, she hated people seeing her. At all, really, but especially anything but her face.

Uncanny.

Unnerving.

A haunted doll but not.

Fucking spooky—

“Beautiful.” Izou breathed out, his words curling into her ear with such unbridled desire she shuddered, pushing aside her hair to make room for his voyeuristic intent. Her legs reflexively coming together only for Thatch’s broad hands to boldly cup her thighs and gently part them for his hips. Letting his palms skim along the back of her thighs to support her knees, his lips pressing into the joint shamelessly. Fingertips toying with the unique softness, deceptively giving after the initial, firm contact.

“Fuck, maybe we should put you on a shelf, doll. Perfect height to kiss your pretty legs whenever we want.” Thatch mused playfully, slowly extending her right leg up, watching carefully how she handled the motions. Until her leg was straight up and beginning to bend in the wrong direction, where he then paused to push her knee towards her shoulder, half keeping an eye on her passive expression. His own growing more heated until Izou could—and did—kiss her calf. His chuckle blowing hot across her skin before Thatch gently placed her leg back onto the floor. “None of that hurt, did it?”

Nikia snorted.

“Doll joints. Arguably too flexible. Easy to overextend though, so try not to break them. It’s… really not pretty getting them fixed.” She replied confidently, at first, and then a little nervous.

“Never in a million years, baby.” Thatch promised, settling on his front and sliding her thighs over his shoulders. His breath hot in the intimate space between them, seeping into her panties as he kissed along the pale skin with a curious hum.

“Soft, isn’t she?” Izou mused against her throat, licking at the seam of her choker.

“Soft as a rose, Izou. Makes me wonder if I have to look out for thorns.” Thatch chuckled, curling his hands to cup her ass, holding her in place as he pressed his lips against her clothed pussy.

Her breath hitched in her throat as she felt his tongue seep into the cotton, parting her with a firm lick.

“No thorns here. Just a pretty little doll for us to play with.” Izou chuckled, sinking his teeth into her throat teasingly. Soaking her skin with wet heat as Thatch laughed as well. His mirth vibrating straight to her clit along his tongue. She cried out softly as he kept driving his tongue against the cotton barrier, lapping at her quivering entrance and clit in turns, sucking it to make her squirm.

The sight of Thatch between her thighs, hair pulled back with her own ribbon as he greedily teased her pussy made her moan. Her hands twitching as she reached back to clutch at Izou, afraid if she touched Thatch he’d stop, or perhaps worse—go deeper.

Izou laughed at her predicament, kissing her damp skin and fondling along her heaving ribs. Slowly pulling down the fabric until her bra spilled free. Thatch glanced up, eyes hot as he slipped his tongue along the side of her panties as though warning her.

“Th-Thaaatch~!” Nikia begged, though not sure for what exactly.

“Can I kiss you, doll?” he asked with a sly grin pressed into her soaked panties. She nodded, face burning. Izou reached behind her bra and unclipped it, tossing it away eagerly. Distracted as she was with Izou’s preoccupation with her freed breasts, she didn’t notice Izou using one hand to reach down and pull aside her panties, freeing Thatch to dive into her pussy like a man starved. She gasped, arching her back and moaning as Thatch’s hot tongue slipped into every intimate fold.

“He’s such a good kisser, isn’t he?” Izou teased, his hands now taking full advantage to lift her heavy breasts. Flicking over the stiff nipples as he explored the unusually soft part of her body. The only other place so freely soft was her hips and pussy—which was very noticed and appreciated by the sounds they both made as they toyed with her.

Nikia choked, sputtering somewhere between a cry for mercy and the desire for more as Thatch slipped in a thick finger, teasing apart her walls.

“H-He is! He is~! Ah-Ahhhnn~ Thatch—Oooooh, Thatch, please!” Nikia begged, turning to Izou as she struggled to breathe, tears in her eyes like she expected him to fix her distress. If she was thinking clearly, she would have known he wasn’t about to do a damn thing to help her do anything but squirm. Izou was flushed with desire as he smiled indulgently, kissing her lazily. Ignoring her cries as he toyed with her breasts and Thatch slowly fucked her open with another thick finger. The loft filled with wet, slick sounds and moans of appreciation.

Thatch groaned, pulling away as a third finger gently burned in her opening.

“Must be candy between these thighs, you taste so damn sweet. Could do this all day—maybe I will sometime in the future. Lay you out on my sheets and drink you in.” Thatch panted, his hand pausing. “Oh, but that’s later—keep looking that good and we’ll be here all night.” His fingers curled against her tight walls and she froze, sparks lighting within her as he played her cunt just right.

Izou’s tongue curled against her own, crowding her mouth as he muffled her whining. Palms hot against her breasts as he pinned her in place for every growing wave of pleasure.

It was only as she began to crest, Thatch’s hand firm on her ass as he kept a steady pace against her walls, that Izou pulled away from her lips. Thatch hitting the spot that made her whole body twitch with eerie precision. Driving soft, muffled moans from her lungs until she seized, gasping for breath as her legs trembled. Crying openly to Izou who only seemed to mockingly soothe her.

“There we go, let it happen, honey. We’ve got you~” Izou cooed, Thatch joining in with soft words against her soaked pussy.

“Perfect little doll, like a wet, velvet dream~” Thatch praised, lapping at her folds and clit until she began to wind down. “Does our pretty little doll want more, or are you done playing, baby cakes?” he asked gently with a pleased grin at her state.

Nikia couldn’t think clearly, mind still a million miles away as her lips answered anyway.

“Wanna play more.” She whined softly, still weak all over. They chuckled, kissing her skin wherever they could reach. Thatch’s fingers rolling against her walls softly as he sucked her clit.

“You going to give her what she wants or should I?” Izou asked sarcastically, pinching her nipples as she weakly moaned.

“Maybe you should. It’s such a pretty view already.” Thatch agreed amicably, pulling away his hand with a wet sound to tear off her panties. “Long as she faces this way, I can keep kissing that pretty pussy as I like.”

“Well, doll, wanna give him a show?” Izou asked.

“S-Show?” Nikia asked hazily, shaking her head, “W-What’s there to see?” she muttered. Izou clicked his tongue.

“We’ll show you how good you look fucked out later, doll. Right now I want you to make a mess of my cock.” Izou huffed, lifting her up to adjust his jeans down his hips, Thatch assisting in removing them.

“Let me settle her on you, babe.” Thatch offered, sweeping up her knees as she pitched backwards onto Izou. She tried to watch but found her breasts in the way, settling on rolling her head back as the hot tip of Izou’s cock nuzzled her dripping pussy. Teasing between the folds, slowly slipping as Thatch used her body to take Izou’s tip. His length driving into her in gentle thrusts.

Louder than her own soft, plaintive cries, Izou groaned into her skin. Trying to stay still as he breached her.

“I-Izou~ Izou, please, I-I w-w-aaaahhhn~” she slurred, squirming against Thatch’s firm grasp. Panting as she tried to keep her breathing steady with little success. A second pair of hands settled on her ass with a heavy grip.

“Yeah, doll? What do you want? Speak up, little doll. How do you want us to play with you?” Izou panted, biting her neck teasingly.

“H-Harder! Please, harder!” she begged.

Thatch laughed, leaning forward to kiss her cheek.

“No can do, pretty thing. Sweet dolls like you get fucked softly. Don’t want to break you, now do we?” he asked with a coy smile as she finally sank to the hilt of Izou’s cock. “We get to play longer that way, little doll~” he slowly released her thighs to Izou’s grasp as he adjusted, driving his cock deeper while he moved to his knees. Arms lifting up to lock her thighs open, forearms pressing her breasts up.

“We’ll wear you out in no time, doll.” Izou warned softly before bouncing her on his thighs in small, slow motions. Letting her feel every inch of his cock as it pulled out and slipped back in. She moaned in frustration, the sound hitching as Thatch’s hot breath wafted over her exposed cunt. Tongue swiping up her clit and dragging to where her folds split open around Izou’s cock. “There we go~ any complaints now, pretty little doll~?” Izou teased as she shook, swiftly overwhelmed with their greedy passion. He groaned, Thatch’s tongue slipping past her pussy for a moment before returning eagerly.

“Ah!Ah!A-Ahhhh~! I-Iz-zoooouu~! Thatch! N-No fair! H-Hot! O-Oooooh~!” Nikia whined, shaking her head as she came too fast, Thatch laughing as he licked up her cream.

“Wanted it harder when you can barely handle it soft~ What a silly little doll~” Thatch cooed. “Imagine if we did bully your little pussy, baby doll? You’d be crying so hard about it by now—good thing we know how to play nice, don’t we Izou?” he asked softly, taking a moment to kiss her hot belly.

“So nice~” Izou purred, kissing her shoulder with soft pants from the effort of maintaining his steady pace.

“No—yer both m-mmmm-ean~!” Nikia protested hoarsely, sobbing as her body burned with the rise of another orgasm.

Through blurry vision and overstimulated tears, she watched Thatch rise up and nuzzle her hair with a pitying laugh. Pausing to press against her pinned body fully, giving Izou a deep, wet kiss. Letting her hear them both groan harshly, tongues twisting noisily with hot, moist breaths practically pouring into her ear. She felt Izou’s body twitch, slamming his throbbing cock in short bursts before he could control himself. Thatch’s cock burning hot and grinding into her splayed out folds, rubbing her clit as they got lost in each other.

If Izou’s cock wasn’t so deep inside her—if Thatch’s hands didn’t tease her squished breasts—she’d think they’d forgotten she was there.

But she was and they knew it.

Relished it.

Both clearly aroused by her so helpless for them in a way that would feel horribly objectifying if it wasn’t so passionate and out of deep love.

If she was an object for them, it was one of utter devotion and desire. Fucking her in whatever way they could because they couldn’t stand holding back another second.

“You’re just not used to playing with us, doll.” Thatch finally huffed, stroking her slick skin as she tried and failed to hold back her whines. Kissing her deeply this time, his tongue tasting unusually sweet as Izou groaned into her ear. “Just enjoy the ride, pretty little doll~ we’ve got you.” And then he sank back down, licking at her heaving breasts and nipping the stiff peaks. Content with sucking the soft skin as he rubbed her clit in slow circles.

“We’ve got you.”

And that was exactly the problem.

“P-Perfect little doll to play with~ so soft and sweet on my cock, can’t believe it took so long for us to love you like this.” Izou breathed out, hilting harshly and pausing, panting as he sucked a deep mark onto her neck once again. His cock throbbing inside as she whined, struggling to squirm in their embrace. “Not done playing yet, doll.” His voice curled darkly in warning, resuming his soft, relentless pace.

Thatch remained affixed to her body, seemingly drunk and spoiled for choice between her dripping, filled cunt and her bouncing breasts propped onto Izou’s firm arms. She would have assumed he was unaffected if it wasn’t for his vocal appreciation of the display they presented and the soft, wet thuds lower down. The source clear when he grunted after a particularly loud moan of hers, and hot cum splashed across her body. Thatch shamelessly rubbing his cum into her wet folds and sore breasts like it was a massage.

Izou only seemed to speed up once she was limp and panting for air, finally unable to take her clenching down on him over and over again. Fingers locking behind her neck and forcing her to hazily watch her breasts bounce, Thatch’s unmistakable head of hair between her thighs. She could feel Izou’s balls slapping against her puffy cunt from the force of his desperate thrusts. Her body hot and worn thin by the time Izou’s cock jerked and spilled inside her. Drops spraying free to join the mess on his thighs. Thatch moaning as he sucked her throbbing clit through the last, violent wave.

The complaint that she breathed out was thin and barely a ghost of a sound as Izou pulled out. Laying her down with a rain of kisses and praise along her heated skin. Lifting her thigh for a moment.

“Oh, what a cute mess your pussy is, doll~ almost wish I had the energy to play with it some more.” Izou sighed, brushing his hand along her swollen cunt. She twitched against his gentle touch, mixed arousal seeping out in a thick slide. She gasped as his slender fingers pushed the spilled cum back into her. Taking a moment to smear against her overstimulated walls with his eyes fixed on her pussy. After a moment he pulled out, watching the lewd string pull free with him, sticking and dripping down his hand until he lapped it up. “Oh, you do taste sweet, I can barely taste myself it’s so strong. I see why you wanted to keep eating her cute pussy, babe. Always did have a sweet tooth.”

Thatch grabbed Izou’s hand and noisily lapped up the rest as Nikia watched with wide, mortified eyes. Body clenching at the dark look in his eyes, hazy as it was without her glasses, when he finished and glanced down at her. Looking like he was a hairsbreadth from diving back into her messy, overwhelmed pussy.

“…I kind of thought you’d finish sooner than that.” Thatch finally murmured into the air with only a little bit of accusation as he kissed Izou deeply. Izou made an embarrassed sound after a long moment, distracted as he was by Thatch’s tongue. “I was watching and managed to squeeze one out. Would have came without any touch if I tried, she looked so cute fucked out on you—can’t imagine how hot she felt.”

“Alright, fine. I didn’t think she’d want this again so I… wanted to make the most of it. Or convince her it was worth a shot.” The other man responded breathlessly.

Nikia whined, shifting onto her back after a long moment. Only just regaining feeling in her pussy that wasn’t electric tingles. She squinted into the soft light to where she assumed Izou was.

“Wouldn’ ‘ave let you if ah ‘idn’t wan’ you.” She told his hazy figure, weakly holding out her arm and clearing her throat as he took her hand in his. “H-Hmm, might w-wait a bit before I-I do that again, though.” She mused.

Izou kissed her knuckles apologetically.

“Next time I’ll be actually nice” he breathed out and her whine was instant and loud.

Thatch let out a bark of laughter, flopping down beside her to pull her in close. He was just a little too hot for her preference but it felt nice being held anyway. Thick hair tickling her sweaty skin in a way that made her nose wrinkle.

He peppered kisses along her face.

“Yer turn?” she asked softly and he paused.

“I mean, if you’re up for it… but I liked the show regardless.” He kissed her brow with a soft smile. With some effort, she hooked her knee over his hip, Izou settling in behind her. Pointedly supporting her attempt to actively participate despite her exhaustion.

“C-Careful? And not… so long this time. Too tired for that again.” Nikia admitted, looking up at him with a somewhat pleading smile.

“Course, baby doll~” He agreed easily, reaching down between their thighs to adjust himself. His cock slipping between her folds, gathering slick until he was certain of himself. His hand stroking and kneading her soft ass to brace her for him. She almost complained about how long he was taking, but the steady, encroaching thickness shifted her voice into a soft moan. “F-Fuck, how’d you do it, babe? She’s so soft and tight—a-ahh! W-Wish I could hold back and love you for hours, our perfect little doll~” His pace faster than what Izou tormented her with, thick cock throbbing against her overstimulated walls, clearly already on the edge. Izou’s hand slipping around her waist to circle her clit, trying to ease her into an orgasm alongside Thatch.

Thatch kissed her softly, tongue lingering against hers with sensual motions. Savoring her soft moans with his own, deep groans. Their lips barely parting for air as she let him consume the last of herself. The both of them gasping as he finally spilled into her aching pussy, cumming together hard.

He lingered, grinding into her weak body with fevered kisses along her cheeks.

She fell asleep like that for some time, surrounded and filled by the both of them. Neither flinching at her unusual features—her strange, inhuman body.

She was woken up a little while later and given water to drink and a light snack of homemade jam and crackers.

“We let them know we’re camping out here. You can go back to sleep, baby.” Thatch promised.

She was already half gone though, certain she was safe with them. The crisp autumn air struggling to invade the cozy bubble of body heat and hay around her. She kissed one of them somewhere in thanks, eyes closed and drifting off. Receiving her own kiss in return, a gentle peck on the lips.

She was exhausted and worn out. And yet, somehow, impossibly loved.

[annwayne]

Writing Interview Tag Game!

Thanks @bagheerita and @chaniis-atlantis atlantis for the tag!! This looks like lots of fun :3 Interesting to see what all everyone says.

(questions w/o answers below the read more.)

About me

When did you start writing?

Sixth grade, otherwise around 10/11? I think that's how old I was in sixth grade lol.

Are there different genres or themes you enjoy reading other than the ones you write?

Absolutely! I write mostly romance and fantasy/sci fi, but I love most genres. Murder mysteries are a particular favorite of mine.

Is there an author you want to emulate, or are compared to often?

Not a clue. I read voraciously as a child until college, and just now I'm starting to pick the habit back up again-which is to say I couldn't tell you what authors inspired me as a kid and I'm not familiar enough with any authors I'm reading now to tell you what I want to emulate. No one has compared my writing to anyone that I know of.

Can you tell me a bit about your writing space?

I mostly write on the pc, which is in our office. The desk is not deep enough to my liking but the chair is comfy. Perry's got a bunch of little knickknacks all around the monitor (since it's his side of the desk technically) and I've got a bunch of shelves full of decorations, collectables, so forth, along the wall/in the shelves that connect to the desk.

What’s your most effective way to muster up a muse?

Engage with the material that first sparked inspiration over and over and over again. This keeps the ideas flowing and often brings about dreams of said material, which help greatly.

Did the place(s) you grew up in influence the people and/or places you write about?

Hahahahahaha. Ha. Yeah, you could say that.

Are there any reoccurring themes in your writing? If so, do they surprise you?

Yes and no. See the question above.

Characters

Would you please tell me about your current favorite character?

You're asking me to pick a favorite child 😩 Ok. I'll talk about Alice bc I'm working on the sga bridgerton!au. Alice's backstory isn't fully figured out, I'm debating if she'll be adopted or not. I know for sure her relationship with her family is terrible and that's why she was so willing to join the Atlantis expedition despite no guarantee of return. She never learned how to balance work and life, thus leading to a rather isolated adulthood where she spent most of her time in the lab. But hey, her work was well acclaimed and got her to the Pegasus galaxy. Her personality has really come through while working on this bridgerton!au fic. She's terribly anxious, but aware of that anxiety having little logic behind it, so a lot of her actions are based on being brave despite being terrified. She's very courageous in that sense. I'd say her biggest arc (at least in the bridgerton!au) is learning how to voice her wants. She's good at speaking up for others but not so much for herself. Also genderweird feminine presenting chubby scientist in 2000's woo.

Which of your characters would you be friends with in real life?

I can't deicde if it'd be a "get along swell because they are so similar" or a "so alike they can't stand each other" situation with my fandom ocs tbh. I think I might befriend Anya and Awyn, but Alice might upset me too much lol. I can say, for my Angel and Death characters from an original work of mine, they would be my friends.

Which characters would you dislike the most of you met them?

Again, not sure. Hard to tell.

Tell me about the process of coming up with your characters?

I watch a show I like a character I make a sona/insert/version of myself I think would fit well in that world, make a cool story, and be a good ship with the character I like. Then the character blooms as I write.

Do you notice any reoccurring themes/traits in your characters?

Parental issues, adoption abandonment, cults. Yeah. There's a few.

How do you picture your characters?

I usually draw them! :D

My writing

What’s your reason for writing?

Self expression, I can do it better (fix-it-fics), and entertainment. The process of writing itself is very enjoyable for me.

Is there any specific comment or type of comment from readers that you find particularly motivating?

When readers pick up on foreshadowing and hints I'm putting down, when they leave behind long "book reports," as I call them, detailing narrative devices/thematic beats/etc., and when they tell me outright how excited they are to read more of the story. But literally any comment is like gold to me.

How do you want to be thought about by your readers?

Uhh. I've never thought of this before. I hope they enjoy my writing? And my ocs? I wouldn't mind being thought of as the person to go to with oc thoughts-not even about my own but anyones. I love ocs. I love seeing someone new I get to learn all about thrown into a world with all these characters I love. It's such a fun thing.

What do you feel is your greatest strength as a writer?

I'm not insecure with my writing lol. Art school really took the brunt of that one. But for a technical answer, I'd say character dynamics? Like. I'm good at a lot of things, but I think recently my ability to emphasize the emotions two characters have for each other (whatever those may be) has improved immensely.

Have you been told what is your greatest strength as a writer is by others?

I've been told I capture individual character voice's rather well. The trick, imo, is once you have heard the character speak enough that you can hear their voice in your head, you can tell when dialogue fits them or not. (obviously this goes for mediums where there is an aloud voice to hear lol.)

How do you feel about your own writing?

I love it! I'm a good writer and I'm always improving.

If you were the last person on earth, would you still write?

Yep. Re-reading my writing is fun!

When you write, are you influenced by what others might enjoy reading, do you write purely for yourself, or is it a mix of both?

Might be a mix? When I have an audience in mind (like for trades, gifts, and friends who are hype about wips I share with them) I tend to think past myself into bigger ideas. I'm still writing what I want to read, but I'm just giving more thought about the execution lol.

npt: @wolveria @nimata-beroya @silverwings22 @klynnvakarian @the-itzy-bitzy-spider

About me

When did you start writing?

Are there different genres or themes you enjoy reading other than the ones you write?

Is there an author you want to emulate, or are compared to often?

Can you tell me a bit about your writing space?

What’s your most effective way to muster up a muse?

Did the place(s) you grew up in influence the people and/or places you write about?

Are there any reoccurring themes in your writing? If so, do they surprise you?

Characters

Would you please tell me about your current favorite character?

Which of your characters would you be friends with in real life?

Which characters would you dislike the most of you met them?

Tell me about the process of coming up with your characters?

Do you notice any reoccurring themes/traits in your characters?

How do you picture your characters?

My writing

What’s your reason for writing?

Is there any specific comment or type of comment from readers that you find particularly motivating?

How do you want to be thought about by your readers?

What do you feel is your greatest strength as a writer?

Have you been told what is your greatest strength as a writer is by others?

How do you feel about your own writing?

If you were the last person on earth, would you still write?

When you write, are you influenced by what others might enjoy reading, do you write purely for yourself, or is it a mix of both?

[starshinerart]

OMG ANOTHER MAO MAO OC x CANON SHIFTER!!! I LOVE YOU!!! No fr i'm like addicted to Mao Mao and have been since it came out- if you dont mind, could you share more and your oc and like your lore?? Im just craving any mao mao content i can get!!!! -fosforflower

Hi!!! OMG Thank you SO SO much for the support! I'm always happy to talk about my oc and ship. This is what I have so far:

Regarding my OC:

Her name is Lambina Woolington. She is a sheep girl who moves to Pure Heart Valley to escape the boring life of her old town. But she also needs time away from her overly attached parents (more on those two in the future) who don't know how to give her space. She is kind hearted with a quirky personality, but can also be seen as "strange" or "odd" to some.

Mao Mao tends to not really like Lambina initially, finding her rather annoying and strange, even going far as to judging her based on his own bias. But this bias mainly stems from the contrast of their relationships with their parents. While Lambina gets WAY too much love an affection from her parents to the point where she needs her own space, Mao Mao would to anything to win that same love from his neglectful father. It's because of this that he sees the sheep as "ungrateful" for what she has, even though that is not the case. He later learns that just because someone is strange or different doesn't mean that they are a bad person and to not judge someone based on these differences. He also learns that his opinion is not fact and that not everyone will view things the same way as him, as Badgerclops and Adorabat have no problem with Lambina. Even the King has taken a liking to her!

Regarding the OC x Canon Ship:

I ship Lambina with King Snugglemagne (the ship name is Snugglelamb)! Why you may ask? Well, tbh, I've always liked the King despite his issues. And I had this headcanon of him crying due to having no heir to the throne and therefore wanting to settle down with someone. But you can't rush love that way, and that's the lesson that the King has to learn. When he meets and falls for Lambina, it's not just to have an heir to the throne. It's legitimately because he loves her, she being the first person that he truly loves more than himself (and his mother).

Also, someone like Mao Mao would NEVER expect the King to fall for a simple awkward sheep girl. But love works in mysterious ways. Do you know what Lion x Sheep equals? DIVERSITY!! It's something that you wouldn't expect and yet, here it is. Mao Mao questions why the King has eyes on this particular girl to which the King replies that she has some sort of "Je ne sais quoi". Though he initially doesn't have the courage to ask her out due to having what he calls the "Royal Butterflies". Meanwhile, Lambina doesn't think that she is good enough to date royalty, especially considering that no one has ever wanted to date her in the past. But the two eventually get past these insecurities and start a relationship.

I also think that Lambina would be good emotional support for the King whenever he needs it. And they would cuddle a lot too!!!

Eventually, they get married and have a daughter, Princess Purity (more on her in the future)

Again, thank you SO much for reaching out to me! I hope we can talk again in the future. I love talking about Mao Mao related stuff.

[tg-headcanons]

(Submission)

So I heard we can slide TG OCs your way?? Don’t mind if I do. I never get to talk about my bastard enough, so this is gonna be long no matter how much I try to TLDR it.

Mostly known for his wit and charm, combined with his rational nature and unyielding (and often violent) loyalty to loved ones, it’s no surprise those around him often hold high opinions of Raiden. Flirtatious and very outgoing, Raiden often does a little more than “make friends” and has quite the reputation

((For whore behaviour lmao))

Due to an unfortunate incident in regards to his mother’s death when he was young, Raiden has been grappling with the mishaps and oddities of being a Kakuja for more than half his life. The excess cells excreted in response to his Kagune being released often shift his personality to a more sadistic, predatory side of himself. Taking great pleasure in playing with his prey, drawing out games of cat-n-mouse until he can feel their pulse racing under his tongue before finally granting them a swift death, usually in the from of crushing the trachea between his teeth. Raiden struggles with this side of himself, as while he knows it’s unnecessary to inflict that level of distress onto prey, he can’t help but feel a deep sense of satisfaction as his predatory instincts are sated.

His base Kagune is a Rinkaku, forming two long tendrils each tipped with four razor-sharp spines, the curvature of which cause much more damage being ripped out of prey than they cause going in. It’s also common for Raiden to use them to constrict or immobilise foe and prey alike. His Kakuja form however is much less sleek, a hulking mass of thick osteodermal plating, snapping jaws and near-insatiable hunger. His CCG-given alias more than an ironic nickname.

Known to the CCG as S+ rank ghoul Kaiju, Raiden is regarded as one-half of Ward 19’s apex pair, the other being Manticore (who happens to be his best friend and roommate, Jess). The pair have an extensive record of serial hunting and antagonising CCG agents, with Manticore in particular having a long history of stealing Quinque that later appear on the black market. Despite their hunting frequency and social influence over the Ward, no deaths of CCG agents have yet been directly linked to the pair so their rank cannot be raised. Curiously, one recorded confrontation between Kaiju and a junior agent suggests that Kaiju will actively avoid killing an agent if possible, as when the junior agent engaged in combat, Kaiju was swift to choke him into unconsciousness rather than kill him, leaving the agent with nothing more than minor injuries.

Although not in particular need of money, Raiden works as an adult entertainer, primarily a pole dancer (however offers private shows for those willing to spend the money) and goes by the stage-handle ‘Savage Sweetheart’. His gimmick plays into the taboo of a ghoul lover, although only his fellow ghoul coworkers are aware that this persona isn’t an act, and the only thing fake about it is the stage blood often smeared over his chest before a performance.

Raiden actually owns the club he works at, and makes a point to hire fellow Ghouls in need, offering jobs as dancers, bartenders or bouncers. The club’s earnings are put into acquiring forged legal documents for those working there, allowing them to get identity documents otherwise made normally impossible for Ghouls. This is in addition to handing out food, as Raiden’s tendency to over-hunt for pleasure often leaves enough food to go around. The prospect of safety, food, money and community are often enough to entice wary Ghouls to overlook the fact Raiden is a Kakuja, and those already working there are able to vouch for the fact their boss won’t eat them if they’re late to a shift.

Surprising to most, Raiden is a dedicated reptile owner, having over a dozen species of lizards ranging from crocodile skinks to water monitors, and several snakes. Most are kept in large vivariums each tailored to suit the inhabitants needs within the second bedroom of his apartment, aside from his first snake Burmey, a several metre long albino Burmese python. Holding a special place in his heart, Burmey has her own enclosure in Raiden’s bedroom that spans an entire wall, and if often allowed out to explore under supervision. She is also quite interested in his Kagune, as he often uses it to provide her with more support when handling her.

TLDR: Snake-dad by day, vigilante predator and thirst-trap by night, bisexual irritant always. Lives rent-free in my brain. I love him very much.

[shirogane-oushirou]

HI RO <333 🌱🎵💗 how about those with ren hehe >:3c

HI NICK my friend nick!!! 😊✨💕i hope you're having a nice day today hehe~ thank you for sending these in particular -- that last one made me Confront The Stubborn, Long-Internalized Cringe, but it's nice to get it out and not feel so self conscious about it 🤗 constantly growing and evolving etc!!

🌱 Who was your first F/O?

if we're talking like "fictional crush that i sometimes imagined myself with when i was itty bitty"? speed racer aksjndkjn. remembering that a few months ago made me feel ANCIENT. but if we mean "purposefully creating an oc or self insert to ship with a character," either at.em or yami ba.kura from yu.gioh u___u technically i selfshipped with several yu.gioh characters, but one of those two was the first. first thing i learned to draw after getting my first "how to draw manga" book was kissing, SPECIFICALLY so i could make my oc stand-in(s) kiss them LMAO. and then i went FERAL when i found out about their early incarnations, WHEW. changed my brain chemistry. i developed So Many Preferences in future f/os thanks to them ;;;;;;;

🎵 List three songs that remind you of your selfship.

"Chasing Clouds" by Bad Computer & Danyka Nadeau "Nearly Witches (Ever Since We Met)" by P!ATD (same hat w you and rika kjsndkjn shaking your hand) "You Spent All Your Love" by Mega Mango

💗When did your F/O first say ‘I love you?’

for doc! and v! ren this gets into "i haven't killed all of my internalized cringe" territory but uh. never gonna kill the cringe until i voice it!!!!!!!! do or die!!!!!!! 💥💥💥 their version of my s/i is one that i've had for ~17 years??? who's like a verse hopper (created for gur.ren lag.ann and oc shipping back in the 00's. WHEW...). i've known him for like... 8-10 months, dated for 6 or 7. due to verse hopping mechanics, i'm thrown out of his verse -- we knew it'd happen, we just weren't sure when -- and he wasn't able to work up the nerve to confess beforehand, despite keeping a ring in his pocket for months. it isn't until i find my way back after A Not Insignificant Amount Of Time (from his end; for me it was a day-ish) that he finally gets the words out, because he doesn't want to let things slip through his fingers again. r!ren does it MUCH faster KJNSAKFJN. it's maybe a few months into dating? autistic rizz strikes and i'm the first to let slip that i love him after a little Private Time, because i want to make sure i understand what our relationship is, and he IMMEDIATELY tells me he loves me back and wants to spend the rest of the day being gross and snuggly and cuddly and romantic and kissing my neck like a little weirdo 🙄🙄🙄<- loves it. idk, writing it out like this, my and r!ren's vibe is so Normal People Normally Dating In A Normal Way compared to any of my other ships lmao ;;;;

(ask game)

[missnobodymadness]

for the odd oc ask meme: 🍓, 🍰, 🎂, and/or 🍪? for aisha or whoever you most want to answer each question with ^^

Hii, how have you been?! Thank you so much for sending some asks, these always make me feel so happy. ♥

It is also nice to see my girl Aisha getting some love and I really appreciate that. ♥

"🍓: Does your OC have any particular scents they like? Or hate?"

This is an interesting quesiton that I had never thought about before, which is good for character development! For some reason I can imagine her enjoying the smell of gasoline and other similar smells, I feel like she'd be that kind of person. xD

As for hating, apart from the obvious bad smells that most people hate, I'd say she probably hates mint, not only because of how strong the smell usually is but also for how uncomfortable it makes her feel whenever she inhales it, especially during the Winter.

"🍰: What's something your OC counts as unforgivable?"

Any sort of sexual or/and domestic violence/abuse. She actually has a shelter for women who are victims of domestic violence, it became one of her life goals once she started to make her own money. She has zero tolerance for such crimes.

Since this is too obvious, I feel like I should talk about something else that she also finds unforgivable: Negligent parents.

She was sold by her own parents to an organization who used and tested on her for the first 20 years of her life, as you can imagine it is something that eventually left a huge mark on her and because of that she becomes very intolerant towards negligent parenting.

"🎂: Has your OC have any contradictory interests or traits to the first preception people have of the? How do they surprise people?"

I hope I understood this question well but I believe that her sweet, friendly and very caring nature is usually overlooked because of her appearance, as most people would assume her to be an arrogant and grumpy person but she is far from that and people are usually surprised when they realize that.

It's also funny to see how polite she can actually be on special occasions. People who interact with her on a daily basis would never guess that such a sassy, carefree and clumsy person could turn into the most polite person they have ever seen. LMAO

"🍪: What is something that's sentimental to you OC?"

The loss of a child... Unfortunately she had a miscarriage in the course of an attack from Hydra and years later watched one of her first four sons getting killed during the Endgame arc, so she has a very deep trauma that she keeps trying to overcome with the help of her therapist but it is not an easy thing to do and despite the feeling that she will have to live with ti for the rest of her life, Aisha finds her strength in her other children and found family, always trying to see the bright side.

[blooming-violets]

I don't want you to think I'm critical of dancing on her own OK maybe I am but I'm not here to .....make your day worse just give my own two cents I'm glad that peter gets therapy and I'm glad you mention peter is extremely young during all of this it makes me a little bit more empathetic to see his side of the matter and while it's wonderful that our lady character is capable to forgive him despite all this shit he put her through I still don't think she should be romantically involved with him like ever it not that he doesn't deserve her and bla bla (though that is also a very valid point) it not healthy for either of them she has seen him as an escape from her abusive childhood and clung on to the one thing she sees as normal it's quite similar for him to keep her with him because of his abandonment issues maybe there is quite strong love there but is it strong enough to take away the fact that they both view each other as coping mechanisms ? Im also much more optimistic and I like to think if anyone was in th place of the oc would've cut out peter along time ago which is what I wanted for them to go on healing parts separately from one another and find themselves and each other along the way again that's what is my hc for this actually that she views Gabe as the last starw forces him to move out And gets the fuck away from this man whose cut her of from so fucking much just cause he can't stand to have someone else in her life that's so so shitty but then I'm not her I don't even know how I would react if I was put in this situation humans are so weird in this way we are all wired differently while we like to think we want to do something some way we might do the opposite I guess I'm one of those people who like the "but this is the right way to go about things" ending rather than gray ending that don't satisfy me but that's my problem maybe that's what makes this fic so good for me it forces me to confront how I feel about morally Gray characters and complex situations rather than conforming to this good Black and white ending we have something Strange though it is also happy ending just not the one I agree with so yeah....the point of all this is youre a great writer thanks for writing this and I hope peter gets all the therapy he can lives with knowing that he's a very very lucky man cause I would've kicked him out a long time ago. I'm going to go ahead of believing that they never ended up together romantically

Hahaha this made me chuckle because I thought I was bad at rambling, run-on sentences with zero punctuation but I think you have me beat! I need to go reread this line by line because it's so much and I love it. And I'm glad you have your own opinions on it! That's what makes writing fun to me is seeing everyone's different takes and sides and who identifies best with what part. I love discussing my work and other people's work that I love in detail. Sometimes I think too many people just throw out a "this was good!" and then bounce. I want to talk about stuff and hear people's deeper thoughts. Esp for a fic like this, I knew it would potentially be divisive.

When I write, the characters sort of are their own people and I'm just their puppet for them to put their stories on the page. I don't know how else to describe it but I have such a clear picture of who they are, what they do, and why they're doing it that they become their own little entity chillin up in my brain. So when I write, I can say "How would x react to y?" And then they sort of take over from there.

For this particular story, I had two very broken, traumatized people. You hit it perfect by saying they were each other's coping mechanism. She has literally never had another friend in her entire life besides Peter. That is not healthy! None of this relationship is healthy. It starts off with Peter protecting her from bullies, the first and only person in her life to ever stand up for her, so she basically imprints on him as her savior. She views him through rose colored glasses. Even when he's horrible to her, when she looks at him, she only sees that scrappy little boy from the first grade beating her bullies with a stick. She can't separate that image of Peter from the man he's grown up to be.

Peter, on the other hand, is so psychologically broken that he's just as bad (actually, he's worse). He's torn between wanting to always save her but not being able to know how/being too scared of failing/her actually not needing him. He doesn't know how to navigate being a super hero and the deaths that come with that and how to keep up healthy relations. You are absolutely right when you say it's not healthy! It's very much not. His depression also lead him down the path of becoming hardened, bitter, and mean. He emotions are frozen up still.

What's funny is that I don't actually view the ending as happy. It feels almost bittersweet to me. She had been waiting her whole life for Peter to love her how she wants. This is the first time he's expressed that out loud to her. She's been waiting for that kiss for so long that I don't think anything else mattered to her in that moment. She's blinded by her childhood dreams. Peter is blinded by his fear of losing her.

Technically this isn't the "end" also. I mean, it's the end of me writing the story but they would still live on in the fictional universe. I do think that she would lose her virginity to him eventually and I do think he would be really sweet about it. But as for them working out long term, I really don't know. The thing about therapy is that it slowly unveils stuff about yourself that you didn't realize over time. (I also don't think a therapist would encourage this relationship, both hers and his, I think they would tell them to hold off on it). I doubt they will listen, though, because I know these characters. They are going to try before they are ready. They are going to try to force things and I don't exactly see the best outcome for them.

For the ending, it's not exactly happy or a finality of what they will be. It's meant to be hopeful and nudged into the direction of healing but that's where it ends.

The rest is to up to you, my love! Envision their messy attempts at a relationship to fail. Envision her striking up a conversation with Gabe a year into the future and him inviting out to movie. Technically anything that happens after they go back home is up to the reader! It's out of my hands!

Final points because I've rambled far too long, the story wasn't meant to be about what is right but what would happen if you put two messy, traumatized humans together and forced them into different situations. They wouldn't make the right choices because they've never been taught anything different. All she's ever known is Peter so, therefore, all she's ever going to chose is Peter...until she works on that in therapy and, hopefully, finds her own self again and learns how to live without her crutch. For now, they recognize their love for the other, whatever form that takes and, for now, that will have to do because they don't know any other way of living. Bittersweet! Not happy.

Thank you for this ask though. It made me happy that someone could even care enough to feel anger on behalf of a character I wrote and want justice for them. All I want is for people to love the creatures in my head as much as I do.

[nebulousfishgills]

hmmm.... random-ass asks about your fics, let's see...

idk, you were pretty damn thorough when I asked about Diplopia, so I'm not sure there's anything else I can ask on that front.

how about you tell me a little about your Spider-Man fic? I've been curious about that one but a little unsure of what to expect. Who's the OC? What makes them similar and different from Emily? How have they evolved as you developed the story?

Also, are there any particular themes, motifs, or symbols that seem to find their way into your writing consistently? I know you're very intentional about symbolism (and I love it), but I'm wondering what tends to crop back up more often.

Do you often include animals/pets in your writing? Why or why not?

Do you often include music in your writing? Either out-of-world (titles, thematic lyrics a la Desert Song) or in-world (characters' favorite songs, lyrics as dialogue, etc.)

How intentional are you about the weather when you write? Does it invoke symbolism, or do you just add it based on how you feel in the moment?

How intentional are you about the way characters dress? Specific colors, clothing styles, new vs. worn clothing, etc.

Always a pleasure to see you in the ask box, my friend :). Also rest assured there is always room to talk about Diplopia or His Tenebris Moenibus since I jam pack them with so much shit, never be shy about asking about them!

That being said, I'm always happy to talk about my other fics! I'm not exactly sure how I would categorize my Spider-Man fic (Facade is the title) because while I do think it deserves more attention... it's not really my favorite fic for a few reasons, but you know, there's always one fic you're not totally in love with.

Discussing My Spider-Man Fic

So, long story short is that Facade features Keira Browning-Osborn and her role in the Sam Raimi Spider-Man films. This was one of those fics that I pull out of my ass after seeing or reading a particular book/movie/show etc. No Way Home led me to the original Raimi movies and I just had to create a story with them since I was incredibly fascinated by Norman Osborn in particular.

This infatuation has pretty much passed by now since Stranger Things and then Twilight by proxy just absolutely crushed that. Now I kind of look at my past self like "...girl you sure? Are you good?" In fact, I don't think I was "good" since this era coencided pretty evenly with my high school production of Mamma Mia and I was several kinds and levels of stressed and at times upset with how the production went, but that's another long discussion. I don't regret being involved but if I was a different person I'd have had a few choice words for our director, but I digress.

Writing Facade kind of helped me get through that time in my life and I think there are certain elements in the story that show that. The fact that Keira is always listening to ABBA is a major one since, you know, Mamma Mia is a musical featuring their music. Another detail is that Keira was in choir in high school and was quite successful with it... my relationship with choir is complicated and I think I got a really short end of the stick with Mamma Mia since all the good parts went to the 'elite' or higher level choir kids despite the fact that our choir teacher was impressed with me and my range (I can pretty seamlessly go from very low alto notes to high soprano).

I really hate bouncing between the fic and how second semester senior year peforming arts went for me but the two were very tied together and you can't really talk about one without the other.

I've mentioned this before, but one of my least favorite parts about this fic is that Keira was very much a self insert for an idealized version of how I thought I wanted my life to end up that's changed vastly since the fic was posted. Which, one can think of that as a good thing so she seems a lot more original and unique, but I also modeled her to look a lot like myself, and my appearance hasn't changed since then.

Without knowing what my life was like while writing Facade, I don't think you'd ever know that I was having struggles, but with knowing I think in comparisson to some of my other writings specifically, it's a bit obvious that something just... wasn't right, I don't know. It's hard to explain or put into words, but I think the fic seems a little too idealized in some ways and I was in my head and with fantasies more than reality to escape my stresses.

But just a few weeks ago I re-read it all the way through and while I kind of treat it like the black sheep of my fics, it's not honestly that bad. It's very good, even, I think my gripes with it come from just the memories associated with it and how fixation-wise I cringe over it.

Part of that displeasure with it I think comes from the fact that I never finished it. Originally I had this whole elaborate plan where it was essentially split into five definitive "parts" of story. The first six chapters were establishing Keira and her relationship with Norman (cute chapters but that idealization really comes into play so it's kind of hard for me to take them that seriously), then I would go through all three of Raimi's movies, and then finish with a few chapters set in the future featuring Keira and Norman's daughter, Sophia.

I only got through "parts one and two," plus a few drafts for the end of part 4 and onto part 5 before Stranger Things 4 came out and the massive overhaul that came with it. And since so much time has passed, plus the above backstory reasons, unfortunately I don't ever really see myself finishing it unless something major happened. So the fic ends where Spider-Man 1 ends, but it's still marked incomplete.

It kind of makes me sad that I never finished it because I had a lot of ideas for how the other two movies/parts would have gone, but you know.

For example, I wanted to make it a detail that in Spider-Man 2, the brown roots of her hair have grown out from the red dye (faded, yet still there) so there's a clear line around her ear area between dyed hair and natural hair. This is because after Norman died, she hasn't had the time or energy to recolor or cut her hair to make it look nice. She has a company to run while also navagating her grief and trying so hard to keep her cool around Peter. But in Spider-Man 3, her hair is fresh, it's revitalized with her after she vows to kill Spider-Man.

All this to say... I think, in part, this is why I'm very scared to try new media I want to watch (Good Omens, namely) while I'm actively writing Necrosis since I don't want to fixate on something else and never get that finished even if I'm very excited to get everything out.

But about Keira!

I will say that I'm quite proud of how her corruption arc is shaped and handled. For most of the story, she's a very demure yet intelligent woman. She wants to do the right thing, which then comes into conflict when the "right thing" clashes with her teetering moral compass and her own selfish desires. I don't want to give too much away that's stated in the story itself, but if I had to pick a favorite chapter, it would be Chapter 13 (all the chapters have stupid titles, be forewarned) because that's when this war Keira is having with herself starts to bubble over and it's quite a good psychological study if I do say so myself.

So, as far as how similar she is to Emily, there are small similarities among large differences. For one, Keira doesn't start out as someone who's bitter, damaged, or "born a bad egg" as I would say Emily is. Keira was actually quite a content, happy person who thought she struck gold until things started to go so far downhill so very quickly.

But they both solicit extremely bad behavior in their partners. Obviously we've seen everything Emily has done and the things she let pass or even encouraged that Henry did. For the most part, everything we see the Green Goblin do in the first movie Keira makes no effort to stop or even help. She knows she has the power to create some sort of anti-serum and put the entire issue to bed, but she just... doesn't. And it's basically for almost the exact same reasons Emily has for her behavior... the fact that she just cares too much for the one she loves and the sometimes perceived protection they provide. Again, I won't say too much, but Keira is far from innocent, and had I continued her story it would have gotten a lot worse for her.

I'd almost go far enough to say that their taste in guys is the same, but as we know, that statement is normal to everyone except for Emily since she takes Her Taste In Men to the highest and most insane level possible. But, sure, we'll go with that.

As far as how Keira developed, again, I had an entire plan for her and how she developed (or more like devolved) as the story would progress, but I just never finished her story. But I will say that at the end of the day, Keira's main priority is her family... but since she lets her vengeance consume her so thoroughly, eventually she all but sidelines her daughter until Keira ends up dying and leaving Sophia in Peter and Mary Jane's care.

Keira isn't my favorite OC, but by far I think she's the most nuanced.

General Writing Questions

Themes, motifs, symbols that keep popping up... well, right off the bat, we have Blue Roses.

Blue roses are in reference to Game of Thrones, actually. In Game of Thrones, Rhaegar Targaryen gave a crown of Blue Roses to Lyanna Stark after he won a tourney because he believed she was the most beautiful woman in the realm. This leads to Issues, but I'm very fond of Rhaegar and Lyanna's story. That, plus realizing none of my OC love stories are clean cut and easy, like theirs, means that the blue rose is a good symbol for all of them. Blue Roses in general have kind of woven their way into my aesthetic as a person as well. But each of my OCs has some kind of blue rose at some point in their stories.

The first hint to Olivia that Loki loved her was him giving her a blue rose from Asgard's garden when they were children, him running off as soon as he presented her with the gift. To this day she still has it, kept safe in a Beauty and the Beast type bell jar.

In Facade, Norman gets Keira a blue rose hair clip as a small birthday gift on their first date. She wears it to his funeral.

Emily obviously has a blue rose tattooed on her right shoulder. She claims it's meant to emulate the blue paint of the Creel House, but I think she just thinks blue roses are cool.

As far as other reoccuring things, obviously if I post a brand new OC fic and there isn't some kind of corruption arc, assume I've been kidnapped and am being held hostage. I honestly enjoy both redemption and corruption arcs but there's something just so satisfying about letting a character fall to the Dark Side, usually for a lover. To me, both tropes mean the same thing; human beings are equally capable of great good and great evil no matter what. I just like the angsty version because usually that means my characters get Cool Outfits and get to Be Chaotic.

In a similar vein, while also slightly contradictory, I also like the cousin trope to Fallen Heroes in which the corruption out of the character's control. A rogue entity invaded Olivia's mind to cause her to change allegiances in A Song of Stars and Magic, Keira's corruption is brought to you in part by Science Gone Wrong, Just Delayed, and currently I'm operating under the idea that the Mind Flayer has been behind everything and being a disillusioned individual in the Creel House (a weak point) allows it to claim your consciousness.

I primarily think I do this because I'm an optimistic person and want to believe that sometimes circumstance gets in the way and that humans are naturally good people, it's outside forces that cause people to do bad things or that people do bad things for good reasons ultimately. And even then I think you can blame that on the fact that I grew up on the story of Anakin Skywalker's fall to the Dark Side, THE defacto corruption arc caused by trying to do the right thing and being influenced by someone or something else. I can really see how Revenge of the Sith shaped me as a person.

God I'm SO excited to meet the man next month.

Also, clearly I'm very fond of the what I'll call the "Villain's Favorite Person" trope, where the villain is Soft only for their lover or whoever. I really internalize concepts like "being a hero's lover means you'll always be second to their duty, but being a villain's lover means you're second to nothing" because villains are allowed to be selfish. "Villains will burn the world for a last kiss goodbye" as that one post goes. Plus there's something that just Hits Different about writing Villain Fluff because we as an audience understand that this character is capable of great destruction or madness, but they're being careful and Soft with someone they love.

And there is a difference between being a villain and being an asshole, you'll never see me writing villain romances like Harley Quinn and the Joker that are obviously so toxic and one-sided.

I'm sure there are other common themes, but for a perceived brevity's sake I'll move on.

Animals/pets aren't something very common in my writing. I don't really have a specific reason as to why, it's just never really crossed my mind. I think as of now the closest thing you'll get is how Emily feels about the Demo-Bats, little creatures she's very fond of.

Actually, I think I do have at least part of a reason. Most of my stories aren't fully happy and I don't want to run the risk of a character leaving a beloved pet behind or the other way around. That, and half of my major stories feature some form of long term immortality, which means outliving things. Emily is going to far and away outlive everyone she knew in Hawkins probably several generations over and Olivia is going to outlive the other Avengers... adding pets to the mix hurts too much.

Music is something that's very important to me. That's why I have character playlists for my OCs (some of them better maintained than others). When I pick songs, I usually try primarily to match them up first lyrically, then thematically, and then just the Vibes if all else fails. There are a lot of showtunes mixed in because that's just my primary taste in music, but each song tells a little story that I can mold and construe to fit my themes. Then there are just random odds and ends from here and there that just Fit. Lastly, I try to make it a goal to add at least one example of the significant other singing.

So, Olivia's playlist has the drinking song Loki sang in the third episode of his series, I added Jamie's music to both of Emily's playlists, and for funsies I added a song from the Spider-Man musical to Keira's playlist (DIY World is the only legitament banger on that soundtrack tbh). I also try to add some music from the given fandom, so Keira's playlist has Spider-Man soundtrack songs and Emily's playlists have either the Stranger Things soundtrack (both the OST and the licensed songs like Master of Puppets or Prophecies) or songs from Twilight like Bella's Lullaby or Supermassive Black Hole.

I'll provide descriptions and Spotify Codes to each one.

Olivia has a mix of songs from two perspectives, her usual self and her Bad Bitch Villain era. It's not as organized as it probably should be, but I think some songs are easier to discern from others as to which Variant of her we're dealing with

Keira's playlist is the shortest because my era with her didn't last as long. Olivia has had going on I think five years worth of development by me, Emily has had about a year, whereas Keira got maybe... idk five? Months? Again, it's unfortunate how little I ended up doing with her, but she's still one of my girlies. There's ABBA of course, but I also made sure to include music from the Jekyll and Hyde musical since it's... kind of eerie how well the stories line up.

Emily's playlists are actually in a rough chronological order. So if you were to listen without shuffle you could in theory get a rough outline of her stories. Her Stranger Things playlist for example starts out with the song "Room of Angel" from Silent Hill because it's about her relationship with her mother, which then goes to the Hawkins Lab theme from season 4 and Rät by Penelope Scott for her entrance to the lab and relationship with Papa. I even tried my best to use the love songs to provide a timeline of her and Henry's relationship. There's more but again, to keep it short, I'll let you see for yourself.

The same goes for Emily's Twilight playlist, a rough chronological timeline that ultimately leads to Necrosis (which only has two songs at the end so far; I'm always adding to Emily's playlists right now since I'm actively focused on her right now). Emily's Twilight playlist shares some songs with her Stranger Things playlist since it's the same character... there's also a copious amount of Disney on this one compared to others... I mean it checks out, Disney Princesses fall in love slower than she did in this case.

(I just changed the playlist cover on this one so the code will be a different color than this, Spotify is just being a dick about giving me the updated one)

Once in a while I'll include song lyrics in dialogue or in titles when I deem it appropriate. I don't go out of my way to do so, though since sometimes it's awkward. For funsies, though, let's see what the OCs favorite songs are because I have to be extra.

Olivia: "A Thousand Years" by Christina Perri (shhh I know it's a Twilight song, but this was on her playlist before I really knew that)

Keira: "Lay All Your Love On Me" by ABBA (it's a canonical detail that when she was first starting to date Norman, she sang this to herself CONSTANTLY to the bemusement/annoyance of her friends)

Emily: "Dream a Little Dream of Me" by Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong (because it reminds her of Henry... it's hard to pick a favorite song for her since clearly she has a strained relationship with music... but no matter how long she lives she will NEVER like Running Up That Hill for obvious reasons)

Now for the weather.

Honestly, the weather is something that I think about the least when crafting environments, at least symbolism wise. Sometimes I include rain, but that's just because I like rain and sometimes it can provide a cozy atmosphere if used right...

Actually, I lied, there is one instance where the weather ender up having a deeper meaning.

Emily finds Hawkins Lab because she needs to seek shelter from a rainstorm, so when she first meets Henry, she's soaked in rainwater... which is exactly how Mike found Eleven in season one. This even carries over in The Weirdo from Saint Valentina's, the title even being in reference to that episode, "The Weirdo on Maple Street."

No, I don't think Mileven is endgame, but it was an unintended parallel that I kind of liked and ran with.

Other than that, I wouldn't think too hard about the weather in my fics.

Clothing... again, not much goes into the thought about clothing. Nine times out of ten I put my characters in something I randomly sketched out or something I found on pinterest that I thought looked cool. But something that I do enjoy doing is using a fashion base and sketching outfits for specific scenes both as a reference to me and just because I like the creativity that comes with it. They're kind of like concept sketches to some degree.

Some OCs have more sketches than others, of course. I drew out basically every dress Olivia is seen wearing in "A Song of Stars and Magic" and there are two others of these six panel samples for her, and one with just two.

Keira has a total of two six panels and one two panel sample (the labels started to become unhinged with her for fun)

Emily just has the one sample, but there's proof that sometimes these turn into early drafts since Emily's last outfit turned into a green tank top instead of green jacket/grey tank top

Emily also has a Diplopia sample, but I ended up writing more scenes than just these outfits, so some of them are up to the imagination.

And I'm working on my Necrosis samples as I write the fic.

But as you can see I have a trend of dressing my characters in primarily cooler shades because it's just a preference thing. I like blue/green/purple shades so I dress my characters in those. And sometimes I take inspiration from pinterest because I have a lot of outfits/dresses in my feed, like these two that I'll probably stick Emily into at some point.

I looooove using Alicent Hightower stills for Volturi Emily since she has the aesthetic and hair down pat. In fact sometimes my outfit inspiration for her comes directly from those scenes. Although with the Diplopia samples you can kind of see I borrowed from Rhaenyra's dresses, in particular the dress on the upper right hand side... so basically Volturi Emily is Alicent Hightower with Rhaenyra's wardrobe, for all intents and purposes.

...and once again I went waaaaaayyyy off the rails for simple questions. I'm sorry I can't help it. I just have a lot to say. By now, though, you're probably going in expecting this, so thank you for sending me asks with that mindset lmao. Feel free to ask me anything at any time, of course. These take me hours to finish, but it's something to do!

[scare-ard--sleigh]

tagged by @maplefiasco 8 shows to get to know me uhhhh in no particular order!!

tagging (no pressure tho!) ;; @cauldronofmorning @angellspt @spacephrasing @ambrwolf @wesninskijr @rolodextra @zapkilikan and anyone else who wants to do it !

what we do in the shadows: wwdits caters to me so heavily. it captures all of my genders. everyone's hot and fucking each other and they're all so fucking stupid. i've watched it 90 billion times and i still laugh bc the jokes still make me laugh.

midnight mass: we're setting aside my taste in men for a minute here. midnight mass does a really excellent job capturing the more horrifying aspects of growing up as an outsider in a very tight-knit religious community. i've never seen that done in a way that's resonated so much. i talked about this show a lot in therapy. plus okay fine; father skinnyjeans thee vampire [chef's kiss.]

the magicians: idk how to sum up the everything about the magicians in a few sentences. i have an eliot prayer candle lmao, his arc and his friendships and the way he does masculinity are so important to me despite the writing having a few missteps (mind the warnings definitely.) the fandom experience is unlike anything i've ever had, yes derogatorily but also in a really good way--my writing got so good because of the things that i created for this show.

steven universe / sailor moon: i combined them because while they're separately very important to me, it's for a lot of the same reasons and i don't feel right putting one without the other. i'm very saccharine underneath everything, i wanna believe love and friendship can heal anything. i grew up on sailor moon, and i think su would have had the same impact on me if i was the right age.

daredevil: where do i even start :( human disaster matt murdock is just like me fr. foggy nelson is who i wish i was (he also reminds me so much of my husband.) i almost went to law school bc of this fucking show. it's the first time i ever saw two guys crying during an argument bc they love each other that much (nelson v murdock is a treasure of an episode.) i didn't dig s3 as much and i hated the defenders but god the rest of it's so good.

bob's burgers: it's less because i think it's deeply telling and more because it's 100% comfort food. if i'm sick or stoned or sad or trying to find a crowdpleaser, bob's is always my go-to. their family and bob & linda's parenting methods are a lot of what i picture for myself when the time comes.

death note: death note was the thing i was obsessed with as a teenager and while i missed a lot of the point of it, it also is what started making me smarter about media consumption, interpretation, and analysis. mello is also like thee gender of all time.

succession: the latest and greatest "oh jeez that's me." like firstly i love watching shows about terrible rich people but to dig deeper: some of the dynamics hit soooo fucking close. i feel like the portrayal of mental illness and abuse are done almost too well: proceed with caution.

honorable mentions:

buffy the vampire slayer: buffy was the first show i ever got like really, really obsessed with (as well as the first canon i ever tried to make an oc for) but it's almost impossible to recommend for actual viewing bc of how badly it's aged. i didn't rewatch it for the many years, cringed through the last one, and am at permanent hiatus since we've entered the Joyce Is Dying arc which is just like painful to watch on top of the uhhh. joss whedon writing.

archer fx: i don't think archer's necessarily required viewing to get to know me, but i've definitely done some of my best writing for that canon and if you're willing to listen to me talk ad nauseam about archer and cyril's dynamic i'll probably love you forever.

[nanowatzophina]

Pspspspsing you to tell us abt your wardens!!!!! Would luv to hear abt any other da ocs as well

GASP!! SURE!! You wanna hear about my wardens??? Yay!!!

This will give me a good excuse to redraw/make ref for em too!

Dragon Age Shit under the cut!!

((Holy crap. It deleted all my progress but here we go again. I hope I can remember all the details))

— Also for reference I’m only gonna talk about the pt’s I’ve actually finished. Which is only four of em.

First up we’ve got Rosal Surana!!

((Still proud of how this one turned out so she doesn’t get an update))

Circle Mage lady who just wants to learn as much as she can!! She’s my first COMPLETED pt. So I made the fact that I was always asking all the questions in each interaction part of her character.

She’s curious, a bit overly so.

She made her own outfit. This was like— designed before I got better at copying clothes fashion but I do like the idea of Rosal just… making this for herself. Not looking like she’s from any particular nation. Just herself.

She romances Zevran, whom I love dearly. She is best friends with Alistair and Morrigan. She never got as close with Leliana but they still friends.

Rosal was a Chantrified name for her. Instead of the traditional Dalish name that her mom named her. (I honestly can’t recall what it was originally. I was dumb and didnt right it down) She was born in the Denerim alienage and taken away at 8 when she accidentally used her powers against a human boy in the street who was picking on her.

I had like. This whole idea for a fanfic with her that takes place after Awakening where she goes on a search for her mother who was sold to Tevinter. Full of intrigue and drama.

Secondly! Alana Cousland!!

Grew up refusing to act like a lady, much to her mothers disappointment. Not doing her hair, running out to learn how to fight with daggers rather than manners, scaring off suitors with her blunt way of speaking and teasing. Just a real Princess Merida situation.

She grew up wanting to be like the great heroes she learned about growing up. Slaying dragons and fighting armies!

But then… her family was taken so suddenly from her. Everyone she knew and loved and grew up with, dead. She got her dream of being a heroic Grey Warden but… the cost always makes her feel guilty… like she brought this upon their family due to simply… wishing for adventure. She had a LOT of survivor’s guilt and became kind of a rude, blunt person. Cold and hardened.

But… then she met an idiot named Alistair. Who somehow managed to make her laugh despite terrible circumstances. And would listen to her and talk with her. He helped her to open up.

Despite being… herself. She managed to befriend all the companions pretty closely. Especially Sten and Leliana. Sten approves of her while Leliana is much like Alana’s mom, nagging her into brushing her hair and maybe… taking care of herself a bit more…

In the end Alana marries Alistair and became Queen. She finds it incredibly ironic that she was running from this type of life all of her youth and yet… walked right into being Queen. Because she saw it as… finally accepting her duty is important. And wanting to take that step with Alistair. She still struggles with public appearance sometimes. And would often rather be off fighting dark spawn. But she is also happy to be able to… rest. After everything…

((Tho the convincing Alistair to sleep w/ Morrigan to save their lives for the sake of the kingdom was… a little awkward. Especially since Alana is friends with Morrigan just… uncomfortable all around))

Next up we’ve got Solan Aeducan!

Solan Aeducan was on her way to being a great dwarven warrior. Which sucks. Leaving Ostagar was one of the hardest things to happen. Seeing the sky was a horrible reminder of what she had lost.

She was always a quick to anger, hot-headed woman. But after leaving Ostagar she became untrusting and just... more angry...

But then... she met Leliana. Who helped her to see the beauty of the stars... and then they fell in love. I love them so much.

Solan got Leli a nug in Ostagar. And listens to her stories, loving just how... smart Leliana is.

However... she is... the ONLY playthrough that I’ve done that she refused the ritual... and so she dies... and Leliana is left alone... So I’m a terrible person.

And Lastly! Fen’nas!

Fen’nas is a glorious himbo. He is bold and flirty though has a BIT of a short-temper. He likes doing nice things for people. Which... makes him and Morrigan a bit of a... unique situation.

He totally fell for her the second he saw her. Which is a surprise for all of us considering how Morrigan swooped in the way she did.

But he loves Morrigan and wants her to be happy. Even though she runs away after they make a baby. But he runs after her like the rom-com man he is.

And he goes through the mirror with her. And raises their kid together. And he is a great stay-at-home husband. Though... they never got actually married. But they are in love. I love them.