#if you steal my OC I will steal your ankles.

[fizzysfaz]

My fursona named nox :3

[simp-ly-writes]

Days & Nights

─────── · · How Could You Refuse? (pt.10)

Pairing: Jayce Talis x Shy!Reader

─ · · SUMMARY: You and Jayce share 3 days and 3 nights before your move back to Piltover. During these days you both reassure one another's worries for your shared future, go on a date, spend time with friends and family, and pack up your apartment.

─ · · TAGS: female pronouns used, teasing, pet names, sickly sweet fluff (no but seriously), some emotional hurt/comfort (more like reassurances), kissing, suggestive themes, very brief mentions of violence, Evren (OC) being a little pice of shit /affectionately, reader is mentioned to have hair and is shorter than Jayce, not beta read.

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─ · · A/N: last fic of the year! (2025 sounds so futuristic I hate it here 😭). Also this chapter is kinda filler! next chap wedding? 👀

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─ · · You sit on a lounge within Jayce's hotel room reading one of your new romance novels from your bag. Afternoon passes to early evening and you both had yet to move from your spots, simply enjoying one another's company.

Every time you finished another chapter you would look up and across the room to watch Jayce sign his signature and write letter after letter before sealing each with wax hammer emblem for his house. A part of you felt bad for making him take his work to you and by the sheer amount of letters he had to respond to by the end of the day to make sure they made it back in time...

"Bored of your book already darling?" Jayce asked leaning back in his chair and stretching out his legs. You watch as he picks up his wine glass, swirling the blood red liquid before taking an elegant sip.

"No," you look back down at the page blushing at the desperation of the male love interest and trying to conceal a giggle once they finally kiss, "It's actually getting really good." Jayce watches the way your eyes light up before quickly turning to the next page, the book practically touching your nose as you read the next words carefully before shutting the book and kicking your feet.

Jayce stands, walking over and taking a seat by your feet before extending his hand in a silent ask for the book, you look at his hand and then raised brow- curious. You tuck the book close to your chest shaking your head, "Nope! Sir Antoine is for my eyes only!"

Jayce scoffs, placing his arm across the back on the lounge and his wine on a side table before putting your legs on top of his own and massaging your calves. "Should I be worried about this Sir Antoine?" Jayce teases, giving your leg a squeeze.

You reopen your book, eyes going wide as the scene heats up and you lose yourself again to the text, breathing in sharply through your nose as you read, I want to be your every waking thought, make you feel the ghost of my touch with every step in your walk, understand that you are what makes me breathe. Your jaw drops at what you read- not noticing how Jayce glares at the cover of the book. I have more definition than that guy, he thinks to himself.

You look up from the book to look towards the ceiling, crossing your ankles together as the replay the scene in your head, biting your lip before closing your eyes- and Jayce steals the book as you hastily lean forwards and try and snatch it back.

Jayce stands, your legs falling off his lap as he holds the book up at out your reach. He goes back a few pages, humming and nodding along as you grip his arm trying to force it done to no use. "Jayce!" you plead but your boyfriend simply ignores you and flips to the next page before holding your hip.

"Almost done, just taking notes," Jayce hums, staring down and smiling at your glare before leaning down kissing your nose. You scrunch it, "You don't need notes Jayce," you try and entice his ego into letting the book go but Jayce shakes shakes his head, "apparently I need to do better if you're imaging other men in that brilliant mind of yours."

Its your time to laugh, "Jayce... I was imaging you the whole time." His eyes quickly catch your own, lighting up, mouth in a playful smirk as he marks the page and places it on the lounge before taking you into his arms, "you were now? and what was I doing to you-hm?"

"I mean, you just read it for yourself..." you trail off, playing with the buttons of his dress-shirt and observing the small flowers within the metal design. "Maybe I just want to hear your voice," Jayce counters before pulling away and sitting back at his desk, sighing at the other stack of letters he still has to get through before the end of the day.

You sit back on the lounge picking up the book and flipping to the next more relaxed chapter before reading it aloud for you both, Jayce nods along to the sound of your voice as he slices open another letter and observes it continents.

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─ · · After reading through all of Piltover's words and demands to help Jayce finish up for the day and by having memorized his signature and forging it, you both take the boxes to the front desk to be shipped back home. You grab Jayce's arm while walking down the street and back to your apartment where Ximena and Evren were waiting for you at the kitchen table. "Busy day today?" Evren asks while filling up your glass.

You shrug, "got the marking done for the weekend and helped him with the mail," you explain before stealing a bite off of Jayce's plate watching as he playfully glares at you before returning to his conversation with his mom.

Evren nods, "I'm going to miss you when you're gone..." you smile sadly, reaching your hand over the table to grasp his own, "I'll write to you every week until I annoy you and at that point I'll come for a visit," you explain watching as Evren smiles and squeezes your hand before placing a kiss to the back of it, "I look forwards to then but you have to tell me!"

"Tell you what?" you ask, squinting your eyes- trying to decipher his words before he speaks them to life, "what do you plan to do when you get back? You two moving in together? What are you going to do for work?- or are you gonna be one of those hot little housewives waiting for their man to get home~" Evren teases you with a wink.

You gasp, taking your hand away to cover your mouth, "Evren!" you shout now catching everyones attention at the table as both Jayce and Ximena look between the two of you curiously. Evren leans back in his chair, clutching his stomach as he laughs at your horrified reaction, "I mean... I don't think Jayce would mind-" he manages to speak in between gaps of laughter.

"I hate you," you whine, hiding your face in your hands, head in your lap as Jayce rubs up and down your back only making you feel worse. "You're not making me feel any better, Jayce!" you explain as Jayce slows his movements and leans down to whisper in your ear asking if you're okay.

You quickly sit up, face flushed as you blink away tears from concealing your own silent laughs while pointing a finger and glaring at Evren who simply blows you a kiss. Ximena clears her throat, your eyes snap to her as she looks at you concerned, "what happened, dear? If you don't like the food I can make you something else? If its my son? I apologize, but know that he loves you."

You shake your head, "No, no, the food is delightful as always and Jayce is... yeah," your mind still held up on the housewife comment. Evren chokes on his own drink, picking up his napkin feeling as you kick his shin from underneath the table. "Ouch- hey!" he glares at you staring as you cross your arms over your chest. Jayce sighs, shaking his head with a smile at how you both act like an old married couple together.

Ximena still looks worried as she motions for Jayce to comfort you again, "What did Evren say to upset you?" Jayce asks quietly. You can't look at him, only holding your sights on Evren- daring him to speak first. "Well," Evren sits up in his chair, looking at everyone at the table before keeping his eyes on Jayce for his reaction, eyes shimmering with mischief, "I said that our friend here would give all those high ladies in Piltover a run for their money being the hottest little housewife waiting for their man to get home."

You groan, wanting to become a puddle and seep beneath the floorboards into nothingness. I hate you, I hate you Evren, Why, why why did you say that? You listen as Jayce roars with laughter, feeling his hand caress the back of your head and to your horror, Ximena nods along agreeing with Evren, "I think she holds more class than the entire upper class put together. Oh let me show you the pictures of them together, I enjoyed seeing everyone's jealous faces," Jayce's mom claps her hands together excitedly before grabbing a photo album she's been preparing for your wedding, you want to die.

"Can I just catch a break, please," you beg to the floor watching as Jayce's foot taps the side of yours, you look up to your boyfriend's large eyes holding nothing but care and affection within his irises, "If thats what you want to do, know that I can and will provide for you." You stare at him, watching for a bluff yet Jayce only kisses your forehead before leaning back in his chair, glass in hand as he holds your thigh, squeezing it gently as his mother returns to the table- book in hand.

Evren looks utterly pleased with himself, graciously taking the book, "Damn! You two look so good together, tell me that you still have this dress?" he turns the album around, finger tapping at a photo from Jayce's councillor party. You remember that day vividly, Jayce's hot stare at you throughout the night before carrying you down the hall and then... you bedded another. Jayce tenses beside you, seemingly remembering that fact the same time that you do. He smiles tightly at Evren who quickly looks down to the next page of you and Jayce shopping together, a little girl in your arms.

Evren takes his time looking at that image before passing the album back to Ximena who smiles, "my favourite picture," she comments, closing the book softly before setting it aside. You look around the table before looking at Jayce to find him already looking at you.

Ximena leans over grasping Evren's arm as she whispers into his ear while watching you both with a smile, "It may just be a generational thing but I do hope she considers your words." Evren nods, pulling away before shooting you a horrified look, I promise you I was just kidding, his mouths to you.

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─ · · When night falls you hug Evren goodbye for the night and close the door behind you, Jayce is wiping down the table before looking up at you with a smile. Your eyes feel heavy as you lean against his back and close your eyes with a sigh. Ximena leans against an archway between the kitchen and the living space staring at you both while grasping her hands tightly together underneath her chin.

Jayce raises his arm to get a glimpse of your sleepy form, "tired there are you miss?" he teases, "please know that I have a girlfriend."

"Mmm, I'm sure she wouldn't mind," you murmur back, smiling towards Ximena. "I would think otherwise, I really must go see her if you'll let me go?" Jayce counters, grabbing your hand- interlacing his fingers with your own, gently pulling you off of him. You giggle before running off, "Night, Jayce!" you call from down the hall before closing your door. Jayce scoffs looking towards him mom, "What did I do wrong this time?"

Ximena shrugs, taking the towel from his hands and throws it by the sink, "I haven't got a clue, sweetie," she pats her sons arm looking down at your door, "Maybe she just wants to sleep by herself tonight, nothing wrong with that right?" Jayce lets out a deep long breath, "...yeah I guess." Ximena chuckles before leaving to get herself ready for bed as Jayce debates weather or not to take your couch or to head back to his hotel room.

Suddenly you open your door in one of his shirts as you switch off the lights, "Jayce?" you call, Jayce's heart picks up- hopeful. "C'mere let's sleep-" Jayce races over, picking you up in his arms, closing the door with his foot behind you both before placing you back on your bed.

He quickly undresses himself before sliding himself underneath the covers- smiling as you burrowing your face into the side of his chest with a satisfied hum. "Can we make a rule of not going to bed alone?" Jayce asks softly. You laugh, "Sure, Jayce."

"I'm serious," he speaks softly and your laughter dies, "no matter how angry you are with me or what happens, I just need you there at the end of the day." You press a kiss to his chest, lingering for a moment before pulling away, "same time, anywhere and always."

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─ · · When you step into Evrens office the next day, you are shocked to see his desk covered in cards and parting gifts as various staff and students alike prepare for your impending departure. You smile, ripping through the assortment of ribbons and paper- taking your time to note down each sender and write them a small message back on your break.

Evren looks jealous, taking a look into the various bags and boxes with a huff, "nobody sent me things when I got divorced." You shake your head at your professor friend as he grumbles to himself, stealing a scarf from one of your presents when he thinks you not to be looking before heading to lecture leaving you to conduct office hours.

A knock sounds at the door, "come in!" you yell, quickly disposing of all the wrapping before taking a sip of your now lukewarm coffee. Jayce walks in, jacket draped over his forearm and briefcase in his other hand as he smiles at you. "Do you have a moment for some questions, miss?" he asks, taking a seat in front of Evren's desk. You giggle, taking a seat in his chair before leaning forwards and trying to conceal your smile. "I have all the time in the world for you, Jayce-my-boy, whatever are your questions, young student?"

Jayce shakes his head, "I'm afraid its a rather serious affair," he deadpans. "Oh? Do go on then," you wave your hand, leaning back in Evren's chair as Jayce leans forwards on the desk. "I need a dinner date." You gasp, the shock... the outrage!

"I do beg your pardon, pupil. But it would be against policy for me to accept your request," you explain, crossing your legs as you place your head on your palm, elbow resting on the arm of your chair. Jayce pouts, ringing his fingers through his hair, "surely there could be an... exception for your favourite student?"

"Thats quite the bold claim you've made there," you respond, eyes gleaming with humour as Jayce stares at you, trying to figure out how to get you to fold. Suddenly he stands, rounding the table and placing his hands on the arms of your chair, boxing you in.

You lean as far back as back in your chair, staring up at Jayce as his face becomes steadily closer to your own. His hair brushing your forehead, his breath hot against your skin as his eyes flicker between your own and your lips, "I can prove it to you if you allow me to show you," he whispers.

You pause for a moment, looking down at Jayce's lips before trailing down to his neck and tie in which you tug him even closer by, you hear him gasp as your lips brush against his, "show me," you murmur before feeling his lips linger against your own. His hand moves to cup your cheek- tilting your head up to deepen the kiss.

You moan giving Jayce access to explore your mouth, you gasp as his other hands joins to hold your face, fingers brushing your cheeks before pulling away as you both gasp for air. "So can I expect to see you in my room at six?" Jayce asks, thumb brushing up against your lower lip as you give it a teasing lick watching as his eyes darken.

"What should I wear?" you ask.

"Honest answer? nothing," he says with a shrug.

"Jayce Talis!" you scold, he smirks, "Same thing from the gala."

"But you've already seen me in that," you pout thinking about the various other articles you've collected for special occasions and a moment like this. Jayce kisses you once more, "But I didn't get to dance with you in it, kiss you in it, make you feel my hand drag up your leg through the slit or watch as it falls to the floor leaving you bare for my eyes only," he explains watching as your cheeks warm and how you push yourself back on the wheeled chair and into a corner of the room, refusing to meet his eyes that drink in your flustered look.

"I thought you were over that night by now," you mumble underneath your breath looking at Jayce through the corner of your eye as he nods his head contemplating- eyes looking upwards to the ceiling as he considers his next words, "I'll always want more of you- doesn't matter if it's then, now, or the future. Sometimes I fear that we won't have enough time to experience it all..."

Your frown at his words, "I think we've experienced more than the average lifetime, Jayce."

"But... I- just," Jayce sighs, "never mind." You stand and walk over to Jayce, picking up one of his arms and placing it around your waist- pressing a kiss to his jaw, "I'll love you regardless of what you say next Jayce... just as long as its within reason," you try and lighten the mood. Jayce sits with your words before opening his mouth again to speak.

"I just want enough moments we share to be happy ones... we just... so much happened to us that I don't want you to look back and regret choosing me," Jayce whispers, blinking a few times before looking over your shoulder.

"Is this what you've thought for sometime?" you ask worriedly, taking his face into your hands when he refuses to meet your eyes, the silence is telling and your heart aches in response. "Jayce," you whisper his name, trying to call him back to you and out of his negative thoughts.

He slowly turns his head, "sorry for ruining the movement," he kisses your cheek and wraps his other arm around your waist. You both stand there for a moment, feeling one another warmth as you press your lips to his softly, whispering, "No, thank you for sharing that with me, Jayce. Never think you're protecting me from your emotions, I want to hear what you have to say, always."

Jayce nods, pressing his lips against your own as you close your eyes, dragging your fingers through his hair, scratching at his scalp, you feel as his shoulders drop adding a smile to your kiss. "What?" Jayce asks, eyes brightening as he tilts his head watching your smile grow, "I just love you," you respond with a giggle.

Jayce smiles mirrors your own as he gives you a squeeze, lifting his chin to place atop your head, "I love you too."

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─ · · You held a bouquet of flowers in your arms while trying to knock on Jayce's door... you were a bit early... as in an entire hour early but you thought he wouldn't mind.

─ · · Within the room Jayce was still working, hand gripping the pen tightly as he sighed frustratedly, the numbers were just not adding up for what other regions were demanding from Piltover in return for what they were offering... the upper city had already finished rebuilding after the crises. Local businesses were returning back to their regularly scheduled hours and with the people of Zaun being able to freely come up to the surface and vice versa... the old contracts just did not make sense any longer.

─ · · Jayce gripped his hair, leaning back in his chair as he looked down at his watch, she's coming soon... but I have to get this done... fuck, Jayce thought to himself before standing abruptly at the sound of your knock.

He opened the door, startled to see you all ready, hair all done up and in thee dress, he stared for awhile before remembering to let you inside. You placed the flowers at the foot of the bed, kicking off your heels as Jayce smiled offering his slippers before suddenly remembering his dishevelled appearance.

His shirt was unbuttoned half way, tie left stranded on the desk. His forearms are on display, tattoo dragging up his arm that he scratches the back of his head with- hair a waterfall against his forehead. "Today is just my day it seems," he sighs while looking at the flowers you brought him and he had nothing to offer you, feeling disappointed with himself.

"You look good, my love. I enjoy the relaxed look," you say honestly. Jayce furrows his eyebrows in question, "Jayce..." you laugh fully now, falling back into the bed, "I looked at pictures when you first came back and..." you blush, "...you looked good then." Jayce shakes his head, disturbed someone had shown you pictures.

"That was something I tried to hide purposefully-" he begins to explain, embarrassed as he pinches the bridge of his nose as you bat your eyelashes up at him. "Why?" you cut him off, curious as you sit up slightly, leaning back on your elbows.

"I just didn't want you to see me at such a low point, such a mess," he explains before joining you on the bed, placing his head in your lap to cover his face. Someone's the shy one today, you think to yourself.

"You don't always have to look your best or be strong for me, Jayce. I promise thats only a fraction of you that I fell for," you reassure him, relieved to be getting all the doubts and worries out now.

"But I just want to be the best man for you," Jayce picks up, body hovering over your own.

"You are, Jayce. The man I love is selfless, intelligent and above all, kind. He kisses me after a long day of work, dances with me even when I step on his designer shoes, laughs at my terrible jokes, and is always there to bring me up no matter how many times I don't think I am worthy of all this love and attention that he too seems to forget he is just as worthy of feeling regardless of being the "man" everyone else tells him to be. You are everything I need or could ever want you to be, Jayce." you are nearly breathless by the end of your speech and the way in which he kisses you passionately, unable to contain his affections.

"Could I marry you now?" Jayce, equally breathless asks in a tone light yet holding an edge of sincerity to it.

"You're mother would be severely disappointed... I would also be taking her Mrs. Talis title," you counter yet knowing within yourself you would go down to the courthouse now without a care for any large ceremony.

"I guess you're right... but then again, she'll more than understand. Know that when we get to Piltover theres nothing stopping me from becoming your husband," Jayce states as you look up at him, fingers brushing his lip, picking up the edges to make his smile grow, hands falling once seeing it spread on its own. "Mr. and Mrs. Talis," you hum to yourself, testing the titles you had already been called countless times on accident, "Mrs. Talis," Jayce echos, a part of you in shock that one day it would be official.

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─ · · Your inside date would tick off every box Jayce had mentioned earlier. A record played in the background as he twirled you dizzy before crashing you against his chest and tilting your head up into a dizzying kiss that held your knees weak. His mouth distracts your trail of thoughts as you feel how his hand drags up your leg, up and under the slit of your dress and towards your undergarments before the phone rings.

Jayce holds you against him, breaths ragged as he reaches over to pick up the phone, pressing a kiss to your cheek, "Hello?" you bite your lip at his baritone, not quite listening to what he says but how he says it. "Dinners here," he explains as the line dies, you nod your head, dragging yourself out from underneath his hold and ensuring that you look... somewhat presentable as people set the table and leave quickly that has you looking over yourself worriedly before noticing the mark you left above Jayce's collar bone on display... and the over a dozen lipstick kisses across his skin and dress-shirt... oh.

"Gods, it looks like a ripped you apart," you say, reaching from your glass, chiming it against Jayce's who smiles underneath the lip of the glass, "a good thing, no?" He tries to boost your ego. You roll your eyes, "everyones gonna think I'm just using you," you grumble, taking a bite off your plate.

"You're welcome to," Jayce indulges you with a wink, tongue swirling around one of his canines as stare at him for awhile, "Sometimes I question how long I withstood your advances."

"I question that too," Jayce admits, "when I first started I was willing to do just about anything for you to see me" You gasp, "so you knew exactly what you were doing!" You think back to the various times you thought to have caught him in a state of undress, imagining him purposefully placing things too high for you to reach, or calling you anything but your name in front of your peers.

"Guilty as charged, sweetheart."

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─ · · Waking up in the morning you both took a slow morning getting ready before heading back to your apartment and starting to pack everything away with the help of Ximena and Evren.

Suspiciously all the heavy boxes you packed and tried to hide to carry later were all taken and gone. Your furniture was going to stay for the next household as You and Evren worked around it, folding your clothes into bags and boxes alongside wrapping the glassware in the kitchen with Ximena.

Jayce was in a pair of kakis and black t-shirt, sweat dripping down his forehead as took a box out of your hands and walked out the door not listening to your demands of helping to carry things as Ximena dragged your arm back to the living room to finish taping the boxes on the table.

Seeing Jayce out of the corner of your eye, you dropped your chest over the box protectively, "If you don't let me carry this box Jayce I'm leaving you at the aisle," you threaten, standing and walking to the door as Evren silently trails behind giving Jayce a look up and down watching as he wipes the sweat off his forehead.

"You two are going to be somethin' huh?" Evren yells before stepping outside after you, loud enough for both you and Jayce to react separately with laughs.

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─ · · Everything was loaded onto a train carriage headed a day ahead of you all to arrive when you got there. Jayce laid on your bed, chest down as you startled his hips, massaging his back. You laughed listening to him complain about your cold fingers before groaning as those same fingers loosened a knot in his lower back, "I told you to let me help you," you pressed down a bit harder as Jayce whined, biting his lip, the pain felt relieving to the stress he felt within his muscles.

You lessened your pressure, working your way upwards as your hands traced his shoulders before squeezing them. Jayce burrowed his face, groaning into the comforter you would be taking on the train as you laughed, leaning down and pressing a kiss to his neck. "Feels good?" you tease watching as Jayce slowly shows his face again, mischief in his eyes that has you slightly worried for his next words, "stealing my line there are you sweetheart?"

You flush not knowing how to respond but thankfully you wouldn't have to, freezing at a scream, heads whipping over to see an embarrassed Evren who thought to be walking in on your both. "Evren! I'm just massaging Jayce's back, promise," you reassure your friend as he hesitantly opens his eyes before letting out a sigh of relief.

"Do you both ever fear being too attached together?" he asks seeing how Jayce reaches behind feeling for your hand as you lace your fingers together, you both think for a moment, "We can last at least a week with no contact," you nod, "Yeah, maybe two depending on how earlier weeks were."

You and Jayce proceed to go back and worth determining that the longest timing with different prior variables. Evren was not planning to witness you both debate like old times in the lab as you get back to rubbing his shoulders and neck; Hypotheticals and theories, what if I sent a gift part-way? Would letters count as contact? What If I visited part way and then left... could we go longer then?

"I think the answers conclusive, 3 weeks with at least two visits and gifts," you tap Jayce's back, sliding off as Evren does not know weather to feel disgusted by how sweet you both are with one another, disturbed by how telepathically you read one another, or enamoured by the affection you both share. "I cannot believe you even decided on getting with that officer," Evren jokes as you roll your eyes, "don't remind me about him, that was a poor choice on so many levels. But then again... If I hadn't done that Jayce and I may not have gotten together in the end."

"Still not thanking that fucker," Jayce curses, throwing his shirt back on before extending a hand, helping you off the bed, "oh no, I was going to try and invite them to the wedding," you joke... Jayce stares blankly at your head in response as Evren smiles at you both, "I love you two."

You rush over hugging Evren tightly knowing that this would be one of your final moments together, "Love you too Ev!"Jayce joins the hug as you both smush Evren between your bodies, "Now this was NOT the threesome I'd imagine," Evren says, patting both of your arms gently with a wheeze.

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─ · · You count every bag and item on your person before double checking Jayce's hotel room to ensure you both got everything. Evren and Ximena were both waiting for you on the tracks, watching as the luggage got loaded.

"I told myself not to cry," Evren says to himself with a pout, blinking profusely as if to delay the tears... yet it only seemed to make them come faster as he sniffled, dragging you into a hug as you both swayed side to side, "Why am I getting so emotional? We only hung out for what... a few months?"

"Ouch, Ev. I thought my friendship meant more to you," you joke, rubbing his back seeing as his glasses fog up, "It does I assure you. Just like how I'm dead set on delivering a speech at your wedding." You groan at the thought of it knowing that in your many nights out together after class... you told him almost every secret you had to share.

"You wouldn't do that to me!" you try and guilt trip him, feeling as he shakes his head, pulling away from the hug, a smile returning to his face that matches your amused one, "Consider it payback for leaving me here."

"I told you you're welcome to come back, I'm sure I could find a spot for you within the Academy?" you counter. "I'll get back to you on that once the loneliness settles in."

"Whatever you need, Ev. Whatever you need," you reassure him, pulling the professor in for one last hug before standing off to the side watching as Ximena gathers her own hug before joining you observing as Jayce and Evren hold a handshake, unsure of what they are whispering to one another.

─ · · "Take care of my friend, please," Evren asks quietly, "I know I joke about it a lot but divorce does hurt." Jayce nods firmly, eyes determined without a trace of fear or doubt, "I promise you I will and I don't mean my words lightly."

"Thank you."

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─ · · On the train back to Piltover you sit beside Ximena as you both share your combined excitement to see if parts of the upper city were how you remembered and what restaurants you both wanted to sit in as soon as you got back.

Jayce leaned back on a bench opposite of your both, watching with a smile wishing he brought a camera to capture this moment for all of eternity. You and his mom held hand, shaking with laughter as she recalled various stories from Jayce's childhood you had yet to hear.

"Oh and Jayce used to make pretend weddings in school wanting to stay in his uniform like a suit. And did I ever tell you about how he caught his hair on fire the first time in the forge? Or what about the hour before you arrived to our house for the first time?- Jayce was pacing around the kitchen nearly digging a hole into the floor with worry. 'What if she doesn't like the food, mom?' 'Oh god I never asked if she came from nobility?' 'Is it bad of me to be worried this much?'" Ximena looks lovingly towards her son who blushes a furious red, "mom you were just as worried as I was!" he counters with a huff.

You smile, "I was worried too that I was overdressed or what address you by the wrong title. I also didn't know what work material to bring without feeling intruding even when thats what you requested," you explain as Ximena grabs shakes your hand in her own. "You were so beautiful that day, I think I fell in love myself," you laugh lightly, "I can see where Jayce gets his charm from."

"Only learned from the best," Jayce adds.

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─ · · You and Ximena had yet to move from your spots when Jayce came back in his sleepwear. Laying down in the cot he looked between you and his mom, lingering on your form with consideration. Ximena caught his look, "If you didn't keep her from me earlier in the week, Jayce, you would have more time together now." You shake your head in humour, "I'll get ready in a few minutes, my love. Just discussing flowers for the wedding."

Jayce frowns but nods, closing his eyes and crossing his arms over his chest trying to create a comforting weight. You continue your conversation yet can't help your eyes from constantly darting to look at Jayce with longing. Ximena shakes her head, "alright, I'll let you both sleep now. See you two in the morning," she stands, kissing your cheek gently before moving to her own room two doors down in the carriage.

You watch as Jayce opens his arms expectantly- not being able to contain your laugh before rushing over and collapsing against him. "G'night," you mumble, pressing the light-switch beside the bed feeling as Jayce shuffles the blankets over you both in the small cot.

Jayce's turns on his side allowing you more space as intertwine your legs, "Night, sweetheart."

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─ · · SERIES MASTERLIST

─ · · A/N: I think this series is officially the longest thing I've ever written... WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME, JAYCE TALIS 🫠

─ · · JAYCE TALIS TAGLIST: @sseleniaa @sunshiines-stuff @kiromiix @todorokishoe24 @w2momo @m-arj-1 @reid490 @kaminocasey @chickenlvr123 @peachhiz @hellokittyluvr69420

[thegnomelord]

Shark

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(Brainrot time! Blame dougielovelove for their new work. Had a bit of a bad day and i usually dont write spicy things

This one can be set in monster au. Readers a captain of a whole different task force meant for oceanic endevours. Im talkin the readers a shark hybird (biased) their lieutenant a whale hybird, sergent an orca or a pufferfish, their newest recurits a fuckin salmon, the works.

They're close knit, heck even poly if you want. Price and the Reader meet through connections with Laswell. They find out they hav the same target, price is stubborn and wont drop the mission, despite how most of his team is not suited for water.

Reader respects it and they work really well together. A bit too well, even to the point theyre considering merging the teams.

Completely honest, Price is starting to fall for their fellow captain. I mean how can you not, they've swooped in and saved them countless times, preventing the oceans waters from completely swallowing them in the dark abyss.

Not to mention his sergents and lieutenant are just the cutest, so eager to do well and work together with his own. Just protective instincts, hit him to the point hes pickin everyone up and scentin them. They're his hoard now.

Reader and Price are settleing paper work in his office. Readers busy writing down important information and signing off reports, but price cant help but stare. How swift his hands move as each words is made and written, how tight his claws grip the pen with every small minisucle flick of the pen.

He hiccups a small flame when their fellow captain decided to extravagantly spin his pen when he trys to recall the missing info. How smooth it moves between his blackened fingers, swirling and turning flipping all between nimble and flexible rough- and hes hard.

Reader realizes Price is distracted, before he can call out their name, he glances down just to see whats got him so wrapped up in his mind.

Now all i can think about is Reader forcing Price to focus and finish his paperwork while hes got both his assets shoved up his ass. Price is just a mess, making his paperwork a completely unusable. Yet, the reader still wants him to finish, becuase if he dosent Price definitely wont.

Or they decide to have some fun, release the pent up desire the poor dragons been keeping buried. A soilder be it 141 or be from the readers own team, walks in. Can't help but love how the stoic draconic captain looks so small and pathetic under his co-leader. Joining in on the fun just to see how wrecked this great leader can get.)

Okay, this is cool and my horny is up but I made a few changes as I like characters to be more mythological and just animal hybrids, though those are cool too

CW:NSFW, quick and rough, subbot Price, Gaz, Oc sergeant, domtop reader

Price loves you. But you are one cruel bastard.

Those big rough hands of yours trace his taught belly, webbed fingers making a shiver crawl up his spine and stealing what little thoughts are left in his head as one of your hands trails down the smooth scales of his tail. "Come on dear captain, just a few more pages to go." You purr, chest rumbling against his back like the thrum of an engine, your lips tickling his pointy earlobe.

Price swears he's going to die; pants around his ankles and legs spread, stretched so wide on both of your shafts he can feel your heartbeat by the way your cocks twitch against his walls, each labored breath making his hole clench down desperately, his own hard cocks left hard and unattended.

It would be one thing if you claimed him like he wants you to, pushed him flat on the desk and fucked into him like he's nothing but a bitch to pump full of your cum.

But you don't. You just sitting inside him, hard and throbbing and still despite how much he tries to tempt you by clenching down. Price finds himself cursing the amount of patience you have.

"Sweetheart," He groans, voice too light and whiny for his own ears, head thrown back to give you a heatless glare. "C'mon, don't tease me." Price tries to grind his hips down but you hold him firm.

"Not until you finish those reports." You grunt, authoritative, and Price is stuck between wanting to bite you in revenge and trying to stifle a pathetic whine. "Go on, you only have a few pages left."

Those damn reports. Price can barely read his own handwriting, a light tremor in his fingers from the way your cocks press against his prostate. "Cruel bastard." He growls, sucking in a breath and clenching around you.

His chest flares with pride the second your claws dig into his body, not even your mind able to hold back the animalistic need to buck into the tight willing heat surrounding you. But it's a double edged sword — a hiccup of flame sparks from his mouth, your cockheads bumping his prostate and making a bead of precum spurt from his cocks.

"As if you're any better." You growl in his ear, your hair tickling his skin as you roughly nip at his though hide, pleasure and pain loosing their borders in his mind.

He doesn't notice the nicking on the door, but Price is ready for hell to swallow up when he finally registers the door open, his blue eyes rising to meet Sullivan — your hippocampus sergeant — who looks just as mortified to walk in on you like that as Price.

Sullivan's dark horse ears flicker back, the iridescent scales along his cheeks turning from ocean green to a vibrant embarrassed pink, "I- is this, this a- I can leave if, if, if- this looks like a-" The poor man stumbles over his words, eyes bouncing between Price's debauched form and your amused face.

It gets worse when Gaz pokes his head in behind Sullivan, "Hey captains are you-" His jaw falls, pupils dilating like he's a crow that just saw a shinny penny. "-oh."

You just chuckle, rough voice putting Sullivan at ease. "At ease boys," You snort, don't even attempt to hide anything, one hand sliding down to stroke his cock, so slick with his precum that his shaft slides through your hand just from you squeezing it. "Need something boys?"

Even from here Price can see the way Sullivan's eyes darken as well at the deep moan that tumbles out of Price's throat and Price has to bite his lip to keep the noises in check.

"I-" Sullivan sucks in a breath, scales slowly turning to the shade of an overcooked lobster. "I. . . I forgot."

"Can we join?" Gaz asks, chuckling at Sullivan's wide-eyed look. "What? As you weren't thinking it." He shrugs and places a kiss on his cheek when Sully nods meekly.

"I don't know." You hum, letting go of Price's cock to tilt his head to you, meeting his eyes. "Do you want your boys to help you keep focused?"

Price swallows, knows that all that awaits him should he accept would be pleasurable torture, but his bones burn with the need to have his hoard close to him, taking care of him for a change. "Yeah," He growls, less whiny and more demanding.

You hum and roll the chair back to create space for the two men beneath the table, "On your knees." You don't miss the way the authority in your voice makes both men shiver.

"You heard him," Gaz grins and pulls Sullivan towards you two by the hand, reminding you more of a puppy than any harpy as he happily gets on his knees.

Your gaze skirts to Sullivan as he tentatively settles on Gaz's right, pitch black eyes hidden behind that fringe you keep telling him to cut. "You alright with this Sully?" You ask, knowing the man's sexual experience is limited to one girlfriend and your team, and even then he's shy about many acts. "You don't need to do something you're unsure about. No one is going to be mad."

"I, yes. I want this." He swallows, looking back at you. "I, uh. . . I got some pointers." He says shily.

Gaz just snickers and throws his arm over Sullivan's shoulder. "I helped," He says proudly, wing spreading out to wrap around Sully's back.

"Rubbing off on my sergeant already huh?" You snort, your attention turning to Price when he growls, capturing his lips in a kiss to placate his demanding draconic side while your hand lets go of his cocks — an open offering to the two sergeants.

"Only in a good way." Gaz grins and leans in, opening his mouth and pink little tongue lolling out to lick at one leaking cock like he knows Price likes, lips wrapping around the tapered head and sucking on it, amusement bubbling in his chest when you hold Price's hips firm so he can't buck up.

Sullivan follows suit, less confident but still willing, holding the other cock in his smooth scalled hand and tentatively giving the crown a kiss, dark eyes watching both of your reactions as he slowly trails kisses around the cumhole, growing bolder with every small whimper until he's gently suckling on the tip like Gaz had done.

"You're doing good Sully," You praise, even your voice is hoarse from the way Price squeezes down on you now that the two sergeants are servicing his cocks. "You too Gaz." You reach down to gently pet his hair so Kyle doesn't feel left out, "Both of you, so good for me and Price."

Price, for his sake, may as well be a mindless animal from the way his brain is steadily melting out of his cocks like a lit candle, moaning low in his throat, his eyes closed to just feel the pleasure that's assaulting him on both ends. He can tell the difference between Gaz's and Sullivan's mouths, the duality of firm swipes of the tongue across his shaft and the kitten licks on his most sensitive parts making his head swim, hips trying uselessly to fuck into the hot mouths and your own cocks.

He whines when you grip his hips firmly. "No," You snort, both arms keeping his hips still so he can do nothing but endure. "You're not getting off until the job's finished."

Price shivers, "Bastard." He growls weakly, his eyesight blurry as he tries to focus on the document.

"Pot, kettle." You grin against his skin, helping guide his arm towards the documents where he left off. "C'mon, it's just a few pages, then your sergeants will be able to reward you fully."

[n0odlz]

How they got their acne

*This is so random but I thought this would be fun to write. MORE PRACTICE!!

Joshua Levi™

He's got acne, but how'd it get there? I mean.. Almost every day as a kid, his mom would force him to get in the tub, even if it meant missing a new episode of whatever sci-fi show was on. Most people would say, "Oh, he's just going through puberty. " which is true.. But there's still other factors.

He doesn't wash his face.. Like AT ALL. All that sweat accumulates and gets trapped under his skin. And it's not like he's sweating from being outside (like he'd go out there on purpose for any unnecessary amount of time), he sweats. BADLY. In the summer, spring, winter, fall. No matter the weather, you best believe he's sweating.

At some point, his acne got worse because he tried using some old Star Wars lotion he found at the back of Joe's from.. 199..something. Somehow the idea of expired lotion didn't make him think, "hey, I shouldn't use this, it's probably older than me". Yeahhh... No.

Billiam Dickle

It's not really on his face, more on his body. On his shoulders, chest, and ESPECIALLY his back, all because he keeps wearing that same nasty ass flannel! He just doesn't wanna change it. It only gets out in the washer when Jane gets forced to sneak in his room to steal it so at least *something* of his can get clean.

Another reason he has acne on his body so bad is because he's always under the covers no matter if it's hot or cold, he STAYS under that blanket. Mostly to read comics after his set bedtime with a little flashlight on but any other time it's because Pete scared him so bad with yet another underground horror film he probably bought from a dealer, and now he thinks the killer is under his bed, ready to grab his ankles and snatch him up.

Jerome Strokes

Out of everyone in the group, he has the least acne. Just like Josh, he was forced to bathe everyday as a child, only...He still gets forced to clean himself. If that doesn't work out, one of his parents has to check if his hair is wet and actually smells decent for once.

He only gets away with not showering if he isn't forced to hug his mom on the way to a club meeting or something, that usually works.

At some point, he didn't shower for 3 months because he was up day and night scripting a roleplay for D&D

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"I'm not even gonna try hard at the shower because it doesn't have things like slurp juice, floppers, or medi-bedi's"

That's literally Jerry

Peteroni Ditalini

Probably has the most acne out of everyone COMBINED

All the times he's been forced in the kitchen to cook.. All that heat and oil popping on him accumulates and just makes everything worse.

Sometimes he even has breakouts because his sister wants to test a new skin cleanser on him like he's an animal in a testing lab. This is bad because it makes him avoid any cleanser, soap, or lotion because he thinks he's gonna break out from it. Now he's just musty 💔

He mostly has it on his face and upper back because his brothers and dad force him to go outside and play a sport or two. It's bad when they play football cuz he's got sensitive skin (and of course he's gonna be targeted for tackling since he's the smallest guy) so when he hits the grass, it gets really bad with the breakouts.

Playing outside and getting a rash from the grass on top of not washing your face or hands when you get inside because you think you might get a week long rash is NOT a good combination.

And a little special edition with my oc😛

(Someone has GYATT to read this 🙏🏾)

Mya Hydraulics

Definitely has the least acne out of all of them (ofc) since she washes her face. But sometimes.. That just doesn't help.

She mainly has acne on her forehead because of all the oil and gel she puts in her hair. It's even worse when it's hot outside because allllll that hair product just leaks onto her forehead.

Sometimes she gets a pimple or two on her chin or near her nose and right up under her eye and those hurt like a BITCH 💔. Now she has to go to work with pimple patches on her face because even with her long ass nails, she does NOT wanna pop those

"Welcome to Joe's. Please don't steal shit because I don't get paid enough to stop you"

"What the hell is on your face? You look like an upset orc who became a victim of the dirty bubble"

"... "

[twstgarden]

✰ ❝ 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗿𝘂𝗻 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗺𝗲? ❞

━ yan! malleus draconia, yan! vil schoenheit x gn! reader (reader can either be yuu or an oc/twstsona) ━ it seems you have caught the eye of a certain dorm leader(s) in night raven college, but it doesn't seem like he'll let you run off and not be his. you have no choice but to marry him, and you have no choice but to be his perfect lover.

cw: (including but not limited to) yandere themes, mentions of kidnapping, slight dollification, non-consensual drug use, possessive behaviour, unhealthy relationships, mentions of forced marriage

requested by: anonymous request type: oneshot requester’s message: Hello mina!! Can i please request a yandere vil or malleus one-shot any pronouns is good hehe and i really really LOVE your dévouement like when there's an update to the main story i always thought your story first tbh im more excited to your story than the main hehe that's all sorry for the rant thank you po have a great day!!♡´･ᴗ･`♡ florist’s note: hello po, dévouement reader! <3 i'm really glad you love the book! i have dropped an update on that a few days ago~ as for your request, i'll do both vil and malleus, thank you for your request!

might include spoilers for chp 6 and 7! f/n means first name. do not steal or translate without my permission.

— 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙪𝙨 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙖 —

the silence was deafening in this godforsaken room. you were not even certain if you are locked up in the main castle of the dormitory or in the other area connected to it on the right side of diasomnia's map. you have been here for days, or was it weeks? months? you do not know.

all you knew is you missed a lot of classes now and you have no idea if your friends are searching for you at this very moment.

it has been way too quiet for a while now, it was starting to drive you mad.

you want to be free from this room, you want to speak to another living being, you want to take in the scent of fresh air, you want to be away from him.

everything was fine at the start, or so you thought. you had no idea what you did wrong for him to kidnap you in your sleep and lock you up in this room. you had no chains or ropes tied to your wrists and ankles. in fact, you were not even tied to anything at all! you can freely jump off the window to escape if you wish to.

oh, please. of course, you have tried that. and where did you end up? still in this room. it seems like he used some sort of magic in this room to make it hard for you to escape.

it was a huge disadvantage that you had to be kidnapped by one of the most powerful mages in the world.

'click.'

a noise.

finally. the silence was starting to drive you mad already. your eyes widened as you watched the door slightly open ajar before a tall figure entered the room, closing the door behind him as he approached you. he sat on the corner of the bed and smiled gently at you as if he did not just abduct you and lock you up in this room.

"my dear..."

his voice was deep and tender, clearly lovestruck by you as he caressed your cheek gently with the back of his hands. however, your eyes remained on the door, thinking of ways to escape and run away from here.

he seemed to have noticed your lingering gaze on the exit door, which made him frown as he placed his finger under your chin and pulled your face up to look at him.

and once your eyes met his pained gaze, his finger stroked your cheek as he whispered, "please don't look at the door. i don't want to feel like you're trying to run away from me."

"then set me free."

you demanded softly, wanting to keep that slightly peaceful conversation going, not wanting to piss him off as you still wish to go to sleep with all four limbs intact. his pained gaze turned even sadder as he sat closer to you, "but why? i give you everything you could possibly need. we are to be wed soon, my love. you'll have all the riches you need, you'll have the finest jewellery and clothes in the world, you'll live in my palace and be royalty..."

it might sound like a dream, but it isn't what you desire. you don't even see him in a romantic way either. you wanted to tear up as you imagined your future the moment he mentions marriage, "...i don't want those. i want to go back... i want to see my friends... i don't want to get married, i don't want to become a royal consort with no freedom..."

your words seemed to make him upset. who would reject his offer? he's giving you everything that he thinks would make you happy! his eyes narrowed as he looked at you and huffed, "why would you choose that? all they do is take you away from me."

"i was never yours to begin with!" you argued as tears started to prickle at the corner of your eyes, growing desperate to be free and be away from him and anyone associated with him.

after your little outburst, it was uncomfortably silent in the room, only your soft sniffles and breathing were heard as he sat before you with an unreadable expression, but you knew he was pissed as hell now.

he suddenly stood up and turned his back on you, walking away from the bed and heading to the door. the last thing you heard from him before he left your room and locked the door made you want to sob even more.

"we are getting married whether you like it or not. you do not have a choice."

— 𝙫𝙞𝙡 𝙨𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙚𝙣𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙩 —

the lights of pomefiore's bedrooms normally appear aesthetically pleasing to you, but right now, it served as a frustrating reminder that you have been in the same room for more than 24 hours now, staring at the same objects over and over again, unable to move your limbs to run away from this wretched room.

the brush tickling your cheeks, as it applied a red hue to them, felt like thorns brushing and scratching your skin despite its softness. it was unbearable. you have been sitting on this vanity chair for far too long now, not even sure of how you look like with how you've been tickled and dabbed with makeup brushes and sponges all day long.

a pair of amethyst eyes carefully watched as his hands did all the work on dolling up your face. once he was satisfied, he turned the vanity chair around to make you face the mirror.

you look like a fashion doll.

at least it was better than looking like a clown caked with makeup.

you had to admit, his skills were good. the makeup suits you perfectly and the outfit he made you wear looks gorgeous on you, but it would have been better if he did not paralyze you in the first place with his unique magic by cursing your drink.

you could not respond. you could not even move your hand to touch your face, but he seemed very pleased with himself as he caressed your cheek with the back of his hand.

"you look perfect."

perfect.

perfect.

perfect.

you were nothing but perfect in his eyes right after he dolls you up every time. you felt like you were just a mannequin for him to beautify and show off to everyone, claiming you were his darling lover, that you would forever be the love of his life.

even if you were paralyzed, your eyes filled up with tears. you wanted nothing more than to run away from this place and hide. vil clicked his tongue at the sight of your tears prickling at the corners of your eyes.

"if you dare mess up my work with your tears, i'm cursing your drink again and i'll redo everything."

you wished you could stop, but his threats sent your heart throbbing with fear as you could not hold it in anymore. tears started to roll down your cheeks as the fear in your heart grew, wishing you could just disappear in the blink of an eye, but alas, you were not blessed with magic, unlike everyone else in this prestigious academy.

vil groaned and harshly held your face by your cheeks, messing up the makeup with your tears and making you look at the mirror as he glared at your reflection, "look what you've done."

and as if the gods have heard your plea, you can suddenly move again. it has been past the time limit of when his unique magic's conditions are met, and once you regained your mobility, you held onto his wrist and tried to pull his hand away from your face.

"please, stop! i'm sorry, i'll fix it!" you pleaded, sobbing even more as vil pulled his hand away from your face and landed a slap on your cheek before making you look at him again. "fix? you're not even good enough to apply makeup on your own," hissed the man harshly as he glared at you.

he sighed as he stood straight, closing his eyes and placing his fingers on his temple to show how stressed he was. the pomefiore dorm leader looked at you with a glare before grabbing your cup on his bedside table, refilling it with your drink of choice and casting his unique magic on it.

this time, his conditions included a longer time limit than earlier.

vil stood before you with the cursed or drugged drink and held your face with one hand to try and pry your mouth open. he brought the glass to your lips, forcing you to drink the beverage as you started hitting his arm and struggling, hoping he would stop forcing the cursed drink down your throat, but his strength was overwhelming. his grip on your cheeks made it feel like your face was about to break if he gripped you a little harder.

you struggled to push him away as he forced the drink down your throat, and once he was finished, he placed the cup on his desk and made you sit properly, leaving you paralyzed in that same position once again.

tears continued to stream down your cheeks as you sobbed and pleaded for him to stop. at least this time, his conditions did not include taking away your ability to speak. vil leaned down to look at you right into your fearful eyes as he whispered, "stop looking so frightened when i'm around."

vil gave you a small smile before placing a tender kiss on your forehead. it felt patronising, as if he was taking any ounce of authority you have left in you and taking full control of your life. he leaned his cheek on your head as you both looked into your reflections in the mirror, seeing his endearing smile after doing something drastic to you made you sick to your stomach.

how could he smile after treating you so harshly?

"i'm only doing this out of love, my darling. you have to look perfect before we go out for dinner, no?"

© twstgarden 2023 || please do not steal, translate without my permission, or use this to train a.i.

[fribblr]

Minecraft OC Lineup !!

Long post - Details under the cut!!!

Pewter - Silverfish

Pewter lives in a stronghold and is a keeper of ancient history. Those are HIS BOOKS you're stealing down there! He is one in a long line of silverfish that guard the end portals across the overworld. He dabbles in potion brewing, pottery, architecture and sword-fighting. He knows what happened to the ancient builders, but he won't tell you.

Design notes: Embroidery on the bottom of his robes can be any of the designs featured on chiseled stone variants or sherds. I just default to the creeper face or wither motif.

Favorite disc: Creator (Music box)

Endermama - Enderman

Endermama is just a Minecraft flavored version of my main fursona. She's a builder who really doesn't like mining or fighting. She likes designing interiors and gardens. You'll find houses, statues and hedge walls all over her world. She has never fought the dragon on her own and tries to avoid the nether as much as possible.

Design notes: I made the tail fluff way too big here lol. Has some feathers at the base of her tail. Her armor is specifically mizuno's 16craft diamond armor, and usually the Elytra are mizunos as well.

Favorite discs: Melohi, Stal

Basil - Vanilla Creeper

Basil is a farmer. He loves to tend to large fields with every crop imaginable. He stores things to sell in the shulker box on his back. He enjoys cool, sunny days and spending time on his back porch. He loves a nice cup of tea and listening to music.

Design notes: his head can have any flowers, but only wither roses when he's upset/aggro. his tail can be any large flower bush (rose, peony or lilac) and his carpet can be any color.

Favorite discs: Chirp, Strad, Pigstep and Otherside

Blast - Rocket Creeper

Blast is a rocket creeper who spends his time flying through the sky. He sells rockets and Elytra. Does he go to the end for them? Who's to say, really. He has a short temper and gets agitated quite easily. If he has it out for you, you best have a roof over your head- He'll dive from hundreds of blocks up to get you.

Design notes: His back legs are short and slope outwards from the back of his body. His tail is a smoldering dead bush. the foliage on his head is largely blue pine tree limbs and he has glow lichen spots across his body.

Favorite disc: Wait

Bimbim - Support Creeper

Bimbim's just a little guy. It's just here to help. Sometimes it'll carry a potion on its back. Ankle Biter.

Design notes: No foliage tail, and honestly i forgot to draw its arms here but it has them. Golden carrot ears.

Favorite disc: Dog

Subaru - Warden

Subaru is a music loving lesbian warden. She has her own place in the ancient city. She loves band memorabilia and graphic tees. She spends her time either listening to records or being terminally online in music forums. If she could see, she'd be insane about movies too. She has misophonia and she will not tolerate extra noises down there. though, to be fair, it might just be the shriekers that piss her off.

Design notes: tentacles and little head appendages based off of glow squid. mossy sculky hair ..? goes all the way down her back. ALSO edit she has stretch marks on her legs !!! hard to see here but they're there

Favorite discs: All of them <3

[psychophanticpervert]

Redoing that OC ask meme cuz I didn't realize it should probably be its own post and also I've had more time to consider how having a sibling would change Nico (spoiler: a lot). Reading Smarty's inspired me to finish it, sigh. Plus, I was talking with Reckoning the other day and it made me consider how it Nico would interact with other people.

That being said...

THAT OC ASK MEME TEMPLATE THAT WAS GOING AROUND A WHILE AGO FOR: NICOLETTA CUCCI

1. Describe your OC physically- what do they look like? What notable features do they have, or what’s your favorite part of their design?

Her most noticeable feature is her height, or lack thereof. She's a whopping 4'7/142 cm, thank you Neily. She has a similar body type to Yunie and unfortunate twink genes, but since she's such a gymrat she has thicker arms and legs than her sister, and weighs more too. Her build is unassuming until she knocks out somebody a foot taller than her. Her skintone is darker than either of her parents, and she technically has freckles, but they're so light you can barely see them. She has a lot of hair, enough to sweep around her ankles, thick and wavy (nightmare to brush), and it's a mousy brown color that's a mix of either of her parents. Dainty nose and a fuller lower lip. My favourite and least favourite thing to draw are her eyes; they take up most of her face, and she has very long eyelashes (4 on the top and two on the bottom, which is important to me), and she got that blue eyed stare. Her pupils and the outline of her iris are pink like Yunie's, but I think the color is a little darker, I'm too lazy to look at her ref sheet rn. Sometimes I get annoyed drawing them because of her anisocoria in her left eye, and I'm not sure if it comes across as what I want to. She (most of the time) has Angel TF, but I tend to waffle around with how I draw her wings lmao. Heart halo that is particularly radiant.

2. What role would your OC fill in a friend group?

Lost child. That younger friend your friend brought that you don't know very well but your pal promises that it won't be a big deal. Night ends with one deceased, two injured, and three in jail btw.

3. What is their stance on religion? Are they a devout believer, against the idea of gods, or somewhere in between? Do they make their practice or their opinions public, or keep it private?

She believes in God, Jesus, Satan, angels, and demons. Her idea of religion is distorted by her own mindset, because she's had hallucinations she's interpreted as divine since she was a child. She generally believes it's something that is personal to everyone, so she does not go around preaching to people, but it is fairly obvious since she doesn't hide her practice. She says grace before eating, always. She may also offer to exorcise you if she thinks you are possessed (wether you have the demon tf is unrelated). She arbitrarily discards houses to thieve from if she thinks there are demons in them. Demon TFs make her mildly uneasy, but she mostly feels that they are the victim of circumstances.

4. How do they act when they’re sick, and does it change depending on who they’re around or how sick they are?

She has a high rate of physical illness due to her mental illness, which is exacerbated due to being frequently injured, especially because she's in such a high-stress environment. She's learned to tough it out and go on like nothing is wrong. Besides items of monetary value, she also steals ibuprofen from people's houses. Because Yunie doesn't want her going to Harper's, she sometimes forces Nico into bed if she thinks it's too severe. Because she can't work in this condition, Yunie does the sex juice experimenting then, (tho not always, since its important to consider how it would affect her when not sick as well) so she also has a pavlov'd response to associate symptoms of sickness with arousal and has trouble distinguishing between the two.

5. What’s one hill your OC will die on (anything from a guiding moral position to a strong opinion about combining mint and chocolate)?

1. It's impossible for humans to connect with people. 2. Therefore it is impossible to truly know someone. 3. If you do not know someone you cannot love them. 4. The exception that proves this rule is family. 5. That it is acceptable behavior for her to tolerate mistreatment from people just because she considers them family. 6. She doesn't expect other people to follow these rules or to understand them. 7. Strawberry >>> Chocolate.

6. How did you choose your OC’s name? 

Like a lot of people who play DoL she started out as selfsona adjacent, so I just gave her my middle name that I barely use. The more I played the more she became her own weird little person, so I gave her a variant of my actual name, but gave her a nickname that nobody uses for me (Nico) to mark us as distinct people. In universe, the only reason her name isn't like Minfilia or Yda is because Piers shot down all of Neily's favourite names, so she just gave her a name that sounded mildly similar to her own in a narcissistic moment. I've been thinking of making her middle name Moenbryda or smth because it's kinda funny, but idk-

7. Lots of people don’t have a favorite food when put on the spot, but what’s a food or drink that your OC would never turn down if someone offered it to them?

Strawberries, or strawberry flavored things, which she insists taste different. She eats them whole, leaves and all, and she likes strawberry juice, candies, ice cream, milkshakes, and gum.

8. What’s something that your OC owns that means the world to them? What’s something they own that they don’t like, but can’t bring themself to part with?

She doesn't own a lot of things. She has a framed photo of Jesus an Evangelist gave her when she was younger that she puts stickers on. She feels better knowing someone is watching over. She also has a pair of tinted lenses to help with her astigmatism, I just never draw them because I'm a lazy cunt. In Childhood Trauma AU she has an iPod Arin gave her when she was like four to help with auditory hallucinations. Of course, the thing is more than ten years old so she's always having to fix it, but it's the only thing she has left of him.

9. How do they fare in cold or hot climates, and which do they prefer?

In theory she would say the heat, but she fares the cold better, she runs relatively warm, and oftentimes the heat makes her symptoms worse.

10. Share a sentence of dialogue from your OC that you think represents them well.

"You're always... going to be alone. But... you're not worried... about that, right?" In a deeply non-malicious tone.

Her speech is sometimes stilted due to disorganized thoughts, so she tries not to talk too much.

11. How are they seen by people around them - family, close friends, colleagues, or strangers?

Family: She is deeply loved and cherished. Either to a detrimental level (Arin), or the opposite (Yunie). She is extremely Weird TM, but it doesn't seem that way to them because it's their normal. They are not very responsible about her mental illness either way.

Close Friends: It depends, but she is generally a very accommodating person, so she's great for asking favors. She's protective if you ask her to be, so maybe also guard dog adjacent, as long as you're not asking her to fight off like 6 people at once or Eden. If you get really close with her you might actually see some semblance of a real personality and of personhood, which is somebody cheeky, sarcastic, sensitive by turns, and very opinionated.

Colleagues: She doesn't have many. Probably the same way she is seen at school, which is quiet and strange. Best avoided. Landry find her impressive, Mickey is probably fonder of her than they'd like to admit.

Strangers: She can behave erratically in public, so they think she's weird and also best avoided, but it's also Rapechestershire so the majority of people see that she's small and bruised up, so an easy target. Not always wrong.

12. What does their bed and/or desk look like? Tidy or cluttered - are they both the same, or is one neat and the other messy?

Since she shares a room with Yunie, it's honestly very barebones. They share a desk AND the bed, so it's good they're both small and don't have many possessions. The sheets and room are relatively clean because Yunie's a minor neat freak. I don't think the bed is made since it's kind of a waste of time and also they have like one (1) blanket/pillow. If she lived alone it'd be messier because she doesn't have the energy to clean most of the time.

13. How do they deal with pain (physical or emotional)?

She has an honestly horrifically high level of physical pain tolerance. Seriously, you might wonder if she has CIP or something, because what the hell. She just has an insanely high willpower, like her sister. It takes a lethal amount of damage to put her down, and even then she is biting at your ankles the whole time. After a certain threshold she will usually just go catatonic or have a psychotic break.

Nico LIKES to think she doesn't feel emotional pain!!! She has a worshipper mindset towards her family so she doesn't feel any negative feelings about Yunie selling her out, if that happens. She's just happy to have been useful. When people she considers friends betray her or throw her under the bus, she doesn't feel all that bothered either because it just reinforces her mindset that people are inherently unknowable and that you can't rely on anybody. But honestly a lot of that is bullshit and if you engage positively with her enough she will start to care for you outside of that, so when you betray her AFTER like a year or five of nice interactions she shuts down and maybe tries to kill you. Or herself. Depends what's going on with her life yknow.

14. How comfortable are they relying on other people, and what situations would change their comfort level?

It doesn't bother her if somebody helps her out, but she has no expectations of continued support. Very much a live in the moment kinda girlie. The idea that somebody might help her just because they want to is odd to her, but she won't reject help, although she generally assumes she should pay the favor back somehow, if only because that's what is socially expected.

15. How does your OC take up space? What do they do with their hands when they talk, or how do they sit in chairs?

She doesn't take a lot of space in general, and she prefers to keep it that way. She generally finds most social interaction confusing so she prefers to be someone who is easy to ignore and look over, but she's not the kind of person to purposefully turn someone away. She has difficulties expressing all the thoughts in her head, so she uses hand gestures in an attempt to clarify, but sometimes they seem completely unrelated to what she's saying. She usually seeks out corner chairs to draw less attention to herself, and sits slightly hunched over with her hands in her lap.

16. Point assign D&D ability scores to your OC (STR, DEX, CON, INT, WIS, CHA; out of 27).

I literally play D&D and I still don't really get what these mean. I will just. Describe.

STR: Middling. She's shockingly athletic, so it's higher than you might expect, but her size is her downfall, there is only so many punches you can throw when you're child sized and your opponent is like. Six feet plus or whatever.

DEX: High. She's small and agile, and a fast runner, with good reaction time. This is partially because I think she has an overwhelming amount of bad traits so I wanted some balance.

CON: Almost maxed. She can take a lot until you beat her down, and when she's down you need to double it until she's not moving anymore.

INT: Pretty high. She's got a lot of book smarts and reads as a hobby, primarily non fiction and things that she feels help her understand the nature of the world. Science and physics and math are always the same. They make sense. She thinks these are useful things to know.

WIS: Low. She has a distorted mind and difficulty understanding people. She's pretty easy to manipulate when isolated.

CHA: ???. She's probably really fucking weird to normal people, but if you're also messed up she's pretty endearing. She has a lot of charm points based on appearance, so some people let her erratic personality slide because of her facecard.

17. What are three moments in their life that impacted your OC the most?

It depends on the timeline loooool. Something that almost always happens is getting diagnosed, although what she's diagnosed and the consequences of that vary. Most of the time it just adds to the feeling of wrongness and otherness she has with other people.

18. If they can or would drive, what would their car be like?

I would never punish pedestrians by putting Nico in a vehicle. Fucking atrocious driver, even worse at night. If I gave her any kind of transport, it would be a bike.

19. How do they connect with the people around them? Love language, how they offer comfort, etc.

Not something she feels is possible, but generally her brutal honesty is an attempt at connection, though she doesn't expect it to be successful. She is nice to people, because she doesn't understand why when you are hurt, you would want anybody else to feel that way (though she doesn't judge people for having that mindset). Her first impulse when someone is upset is to talk with them, but she's discovered that most people feel worse afterwards, so she leans towards physical affection since that's her own preference. If they don't like it, she will generally just sit in the same space as them and listen unless they ask her to leave.

20. What kind of clothing do they feel most comfortable in? What kind of clothing do they wear most often?

She's not very picky. She likes comfortable clothes, which usually means her pyjama's. Her wardrobe is very haphazard, because she shares some clothes with Yunie, and whatever she buys for herself is usually from the kids section. She also has lots of clothes she got as a gift, or was recommended, because she doesn't mind when people dress her. Noé gets her things that are similar to Damsel's since Nico mentioned she likes it, Shiloh tries to get her more "adult" clothing, and she has a bunch of Twink Era Rhett shirts that don't fit him anymore. If I drew her in things she bought on her own with no concern for money or size, it'd probably be big ass pants with tight shirts, short-shorts, oversized jackets, and sneakers.

[julesthequirky]

Hunted: Chapter Two

All my work is purely aimed at those 18+ so minors kindly, DNI.

Summary: Drinking with a handsome man at the bar wasn’t all that bad. Until it was. Now, you’re trapped with a man you don’t know, in a place you don’t know, where noone can hear you scream. You’re starting to think that this was his plan all along. He mentions a brother, and you hope and pray that if you make it out, that you don’t meet him.

Warnings: Non-Con (Rape), Explicit Graphic Violence, Super dark fic, Explicit Sexual Content, Explicit Language, Graphic Description, Non-Consensual Touching, Object Insertion, Object Penetration, Forced Non-Consensual Orgasm, Forced Blow Jobs, Kidnapping, Psychological Torture, Physical Torture, Physical Abuse, Manipulation, Asphysxiation, PTSD, Murder, Serial Killer Dean Winchester, Serial Killer Sam Winchester.

A/N: Please. For the love of God, if any of the above triggers you. Do NOT read. You are responsible for your own mental health and the wellbeing of yourself.

A/N 2: Each chapter will involve one or more triggers from the above list.

A/N 3: Please note that the warning list is not an exhausted list, and if something turns up not on the list, I will do my best to add it to the warnings.

Characters: Dean Winchester, Female!Reader, OC Nicole.

W/C: 1,386

“C’mon, wakey wakey. Eggs and bakey.”

Coming to consciousness, you groaned, your head throbbing, and the nausea rolled in your stomach. Semiconscious, mouth dry, you swallowed, and it felt like razor blades had lodged their way into your throat. You squeezed your eyes shut, gritting your teeth from the pain. You went to lick your lips, mind too sludgy to understand why your lips were stuck together.

You had to pick up some more garbage bags. And you had to text Mom back about that thing that seemed important but could wait. Whatever it was, it had slipped your mind. The urge to pee was forming.

Last night came back to you in vague flashes. A bar. Shots. The handsome stranger. Drinking with him. In his truck – whispers, kisses and sweet touches. And then nothing. Your mind drew a complete blank.

“C’mon, darlin’.” His drawl cut through the brain fog, and your senses came rushing back.

The urge to pee strengthened.

The cold floor seared you right through, chilling your bones. Snapping your eyes open, suddenly aware that something wasn’t quite right. Your muscles screamed to be released, hands tied behind your back, ankles stuck together, essentially hog-tied. All you needed was the damn apple in your mouth. Your skin pulled on the tape covering your mouth. You jerked to your side and gasped, eyes widening.

“There she is.” He crooned, his fingers trailing through your hair, tracing your face like a lover would.

Your pulse raced, heart hammering as your chest heaved, stealing breaths one right after the other.

The stranger from last night smiled, but this time, it made your blood run cold, and the at bay panic rose a little more. He laid his hand on your hyperventilating chest. You whimpered. Tears pricked your eyes, and you desperately blinked them away.

“My, your heart’s going hell for leather.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, dragging breaths in and out. You really needed to pee now. The pressure your bladder produced had your thighs clenching together.

From your side, the world was lopsided. It was dark, with a bulb flickering overhead. Four walls, bare. No windows—

A hand gripped your face, pulling your focus away from your surroundings to him.

“Remember me?”

You nodded.

How could you forget a face like his? Especially those damn green eyes. They were seared into your brain.

The cold cement flooring seeped into your legs, and you shivered.

That caught his attention. He turned from your face to your legs, a smirk working its way across his lips.

“Damn, I remember watching you walk in. You looked so confident. So ready,” he trailed a finger along your thigh. “I remember thinkin’ that will change. Every minute the clock ticked past, I could see you deflating.”

You tried shucking away from his touch. It didn’t work. It had you on your front, flopping like a fish.

His hand clamped around your leg, fingernails digging into the flesh.

“I swooped in, saving your desperate ass. And you fell, hook, line, and sinker. Y’see, Y/N…your date was never gunna show because it was me all along.”

He fished a hand into his back pocket and brought out his phone. It took him only a moment to bring his screen to your attention.

Chad Wells never existed. You realise that now, staring at the man’s profile on his phone screen.

Fuck.

Tears stung the backs of your eyes, and you pressed your forehead to the cold floor. It had been a scam. A ruse to cover up his true motives.

Was he going to kill you?

Probably.

Your bladder pained you, reminding you that your basic needs were being squandered. You bet that he didn’t give a damn whether or not you had to relieve yourself.

At least if you peed yourself after being mauled by a bear, the bear would leave you the Hell alone.

Then, in a quick movement, he ripped the tape from your mouth.

“I need to pee. I need to pee.” You begged.

Your lips felt sticky from the residue on the tape.

He looked behind him to a lone bucket in one corner. Your eyes followed his—he couldn’t be serious? But your bladder ached to be released. You nodded, babbled okay, yes, sure. He stood up and kicked the bucket closer to you. It scraped against the concrete floor, stopping beside you.

“I don’t want no funny business.” He said as he untied your hands but left your ankles alone.

Again, you nodded. He turned around, and you fumbled with the button on your jean skirt. You yanked them down and sat on the bucket, hissing as the cold rim bit your skin. You cringed when the sound of running liquid on a tin can filled the space, but the release on your bladder was relieving.

“God, you piss like a racehorse.”

You curled your body inward, acutely aware of how loud the stream was. Every second felt excruciating as it passed.

“You done?”

Nodding, you finished up, buttoned, and the man wasted no time. He grabbed a fistful of your hair and dragged you to the door, feet sliding across the concrete. You screamed, hands flying up to punch and smack at him to get off.

“No! Please! Please, oh, God!”

He flung open the door and dragged you along a corridor. Your screams bounced off the tiles, echoing down the hall.

He shook you like a ragdoll. “Will you shut up!”

You did as he said, whimpering, lip trembling, crying silently, wishing you had never gone out last night.

He stopped by a door. Mud brown. A strange type of star adorned the top quarter of the door, and you managed to catch the number before he turned the brass knob of the door. 21.

A walled grate ran across the room. Two cage doors split the room. One was open, padlock resting unlocked. He shoved you in.

Unable to step forward to catch yourself, you fell, hands slapping the ground, your forehead barely missing the floor. The palms of your hands stung, and your wrists hurt like Hell from taking the pressure of the fall.

Another walled grate split your…cell with another. Peering in the other side, you saw a curtain of dirty, unkempt blonde hair. A small face appeared from behind the hair. And you just knew you’d seen that face before.

The cage slammed shut. The panic rose to your throat. You turned, shuffling yourself to the cage door, fingers gripping between the iron squares. The padlock clicked shut. You looked up at him.

He smiled. Cruel and twisted. He knelt, fingers gripping the metal cage from the other side.

“Look atchu, doll. All caged up, like an animal. Beautiful and scared,” He laughed softly, shaking his head. “I bet there’s still hope somewhere tucked inside. Your roommate soon learnt, aint that right, Nicole?”

He bashed the other cage door, the metal rattling. The small curled up figure jerked, startled, and came closer.

Nicole.

The name was familiar.

An abstract memory of a missing persons flier in your local grocery store, pinned to the wall with Nicole’s bright smiling face, sprung to your mind. She’d been missing for two weeks. Her face was splashed everywhere, accumulating with the other missing girls’ fliers, her parents and friends desperate to have her back.

They were all from the state of Kansas.

The Kansas Killer.

Now, your face would accompany the many victims he’d taken the lives of.

You swallowed thickly. The thought of your body never being found had your blood running cold. Because the police hadn’t found a single body yet.

Nicole was a husk of herself. Her hair hung in front of her face, and she avoided looking anywhere. She shook at being in his attention. He crooked his finger, gesturing for her to come closer. She cowered.

“C’mon, Nicole, show Y/N that it’s pointless to hope. Make ol’ Dean proud.”

Dean. The Kansas Killer’s name was Dean.

Looking at Nicole, she was doing a great job at pitting despair in your belly. She’d been here for two weeks. Is that what he did? Kept them alive. Only to ‘play’ with them. Whatever that was, you didn’t wanna know, but something in your head said you’d be encountering that pretty soon.

[teyrnacousland]

OC Tag Meme

Finally got around to doing this! I've been tagged by @trash-nerd, @larkinna, and @introvertedfangrl, thanks to all of you ♡

Tagging (no pressure, as always!) @sun-marie, @zwitter-iconic, @corvus-frugilegus, @ofcrowsanddragons aaaand if anyone else reading this hasn't been tagged please consider this me tagging you! (Also if anyone who tagged me wants to do this again with any of your other characters, feel free to consider this a tag back!)

Name: Cassia Mercar (née Cassia Porenni)

Alias(es): Rook, Cass

Gender: Cis woman

Age: 30

Place of birth: Carastes

Spoken languages: Common, and Tevene. She can read some other languages to varying degrees of success, but she doesn't speak any of them very well.

Sexual orientation: Ace and bi

Occupation: Shadow Dragon! (And...? I'm still figuring this one out. She must have had a way to get money during her time as a Shadow Dragon, right? But I'm not sure where she could work? I wanted to say a library because it matches her interests and skills, (and because that's where I work,) but that's a pretty public facing job for a wanted woman. Maybe something like a dishwasher/cleaner at a restaurant or something? tl;dr I don't know, but something!)

FAVOURITE

Colour: Bright yellow!

Entertainment: Do books count? I think books count. She also unironically finds attending random lectures entertaining, no matter the topic. What could be more entertaining than listening to someone talk about something they're passionate about? And, bonus, she gets to learn something new!

Pastime: Books again. She enjoys studying a new topic and getting sucked into that domino effect of researching one thing that leads to another that leads to another. She also enjoys trying new foods. And watching Lucanis cook. (She also learns during her time with Varic that she enjoys Wicked Grace, especially once she figures out how to count cards 😃)

Food: The lemon tart Lucanis made for her

Drink: Tea! Specifically herbal tea. Especially anything floral!

Books: Yes, please! (She only reads non-fiction, but Bellara gets her into her serials after Veilguard. She starts stealing trashy romance novels from Lucanis after that too. Two person book club date nights!)

HAVE THEY

Passed university: Yes, if the Circles in Tevinter count! Between the Circle and her father's added homeschooling she is very educated.

Had sex: Nope! She's very asexual.

Had sex in public: No, see above, but even if that wasn't the case she would explode from embarrassment at the mere thought.

Gotten tattoos: Yes! She has a small snake (for Tevinter/Shadow Dragons) with feathery wings (for Rook!) on her left ankle. It had been years since she'd left home by that point but still her main thought while getting it was "what would my father think?" The tattoo felt more like rebelling than the "abandoning her father's legacy and running away to join a literal rebellion" thing.

Gotten piercings: Only her ears, which she's had pierced since she was little.

Gotten scarred: She has a scar on her thigh from stabbing herself for blood magic reasons. She's had many other scars for blood magic reasons through the years but she heals them right away. Magisters practicing blood magic may be an open secret in Tevinter, but I imagine it's considered gauche to openly sport obvious blood magic scars.

Had a broken heart: Her first relationship was her sneaking around with girl in her class at the Circle. When the girl's parents found out, she refused to see Cassia anymore, even as a friend. (When Lucanis pulls away after the almost kiss she's worried she's ruined yet another friendship by getting feelings involved.)

Been in love: She's not sure anymore? What she has with Lucanis now feels like more than what she had in her few past relationships. (It's because she is an adult with both maturity and freedom this time.) (Edit: I have realized that the actual reason is fear. When she dated girls she was scared of being caught or judged or left. When she dated boys she was scared of being married or taken or trapped. She's free of all that now, and she trusts Lucanis. That's the difference.)

ARE THEY

A cuddler: Absolutely! She's definitely the type who seeks out warmth in her sleep and will cuddle up to whoever/whatever's closest.

Scared easily: In social situations? For sure. Scared of the consequences of failure? Definitely. Scared of taking risks or being in danger? Nah.

Jealous easily: No. She wouldn't be with someone she didn't trust completely. And she's with Lucanis. She's never trusted anyone more.

Trustworthy: Very. She would rather cut herself open from the inside than break a promise or disappoint someone. She's very loyal, as long as you don't want her to go against her morals. The only promise she makes that you can't trust is "I'm fine!"

FAMILY

Sibling(s): Nope! She's an only child.

Parents: She never knew her mother, since she died giving birth to Cassia. As for her father... I could honestly make a whole post about him as a character. He raised Cassia himself. He is a ruthless and cruel man, but he does his best to be good to her. He loves her, and she loved him. There was love there. Even monsters can love and be loved.

Pets: She's never had any pets :( She is so excited to meet Lucanis' snake though.

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[xxfaithlynxx]

A Daze and a Dream

Pairing: Sylus x f!(Named)OC; Rafayel x f!(Named)OC; Xavier x f!(Named)OC; Zayne x f!(Named)OC

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Chapter 10:

RAFAYEL

The bloodied image of her collapsing on that stage, only to fall through fractured wood and shattered glass, her eyes, ears, mouth, and nose dripping with crimson were what made me snap my eyes open from a dead sleep. I took a deep breath before shifting my eyes over my surroundings slowly. Right, I was in snow cone’s office… leaning upright, I felt a warm presence to my left. Shifting slightly, Xavier came into focus. He was seated much like I had been. Arms laying over his lap, his legs stretched out before him, ankles crossed. I felt a grimace building as Xavier’s cheek graced my shoulder.

“No touchy, Lite Brite.” I reached up to grab his blonde head with my fingertips, only to lean it back against the wall. His eyes scrunched briefly, and he grumbled, his jaw working as if he was chewing on something before, he settled back into a deeper slumber. “I don’t just cuddle anyone, you know.”

Scooting away from the wall and moving into a crouch, I took in the rest of the dark room, a small lamp had been switched on, on a filing cabinet behind the good doctor’s desk, and it cast a soft amber hue over the rest of the room. Besides Xavier, Sylus was on the couch across from me. He was stretched awkwardly across the piece of furniture. Laying on his stomach, facing the door, arms crossed under his head. His legs looked uncomfortable in their position; knees lifted slightly off the cushions as his socked feet dangled over the furthest armrest. Maybe he was comfortable… he was asleep after all. With all the big man’s posturing and his hard-shelled demeanor, he certainly looked young while he slept. That silky looking hair falling across his forehead making him even more attractive, making me bite my cheek. Damn him… the enormous cotton top lizard….

Pushing myself to standing, I looked around the room some more, ice pop wasn’t here? Maybe he was in with Era, if that were the case, then did that mean she was awake? Maybe? I shuffled my way over to the door and pulled it open, just enough so I could sneak out without waking the other two. I can be nice… sometimes. I stuck out my tongue to the room before letting it slide shut. Sometimes.

Combing my fingers through my hair with one hand, I looked up and down the hallway. A desk inlaid to the soft eggshell painted wall stood a few meters away, a petite brown-haired woman in a pristine white nurse’s uniform sat behind it. Her soft brown eyes glued to what could only be a computer monitor. Tall shelves loaded with manila folders stood behind her. As I approached, her eyes flicked up as I came up to the desk.

“You’re Rafayel aren’t you? The famous artist and sculptor?” Her voice was soft as she smiled kindly at me. This happened everywhere… people recognizing me. I didn’t answer right away, thinking she’d jump into a tirade of wanting an autograph, but instead, she surprised me. “Era has mentioned you a couple times when she’d come in for her check-ups in the past. I looked up your work, it’s beautiful. Are you and Era close?”

I blinked a couple times, before I reached up to brush a hand over the back of my neck, the feeling of a blush spreading through my cheeks. “Uh, yah, we are.” I leaned against the counter, suddenly feeling weirdly self conscious, “Do you… know what room she’s in?”

I glanced down, seeing a nametag on her left breast pocket. Yvonne… wait, that Yvonne? She smiled at me before pointing down the hall, back towards Zayne’s office. I bent back to look as she said, “Room CW-41. It’s not far from Doctor Zayne’s office in fact. Would you like me to help you get there?” I wasn’t sure why she’d ask, after saying it was near his office. I think I can even see it from here. Then a thought struck me, maybe she wanted to see how Era was doing too?

I gave her a soft smile, “Sure. Lead the way.” She nearly leapt from her chair and looked like she’d rather vault over the counter than walk out from behind. Excited much? “How do you know Era?”

Her smiled momentarily faltered, had she not expected me to ask her that? “Since her first accident… with the building. I was the one Doctor Zayne had placed as her personal care giver while she went through physiotherapy and regained mobility in her legs and arms. We grew close over time. Since then, every time she scheduled a follow-up or a routine check up, we always try and grab coffee together… but now….” I looked down at her when she stopped, having heard the catch in her voice.

This news surprised me, had Era been quadriplegic after that accident? She had a spinal fracture, obviously a pretty bad one to need that kind of strenuous therapy. “I… see. Do… you know how she is?” We approached a wide double door with those steel looking push to open bars across them and I eyed it warily before my eyes drifted upward to the words printed in black across the surface of the wall. CARDIAC WARD – ICU.

ICU… Intensive Care Unit. A flutter within my breastbone made one of my hands reach up absentmindedly to press over the spot just under my left collarbone. I swallowed thickly around a suddenly dry mouth as Yvonne brushed an ID card over a panel, a small light flickering green as the door begun to swing open. I realized after she pocketed the badge, “You knew I’d have to come back to have you open the door, that’s why you offered, yeah?”

I watched a blush form over the apples of her cheeks, and she looked down while she bit her lip. “It gave me a reason to go see her.” Her response was barely a whisper, but I got it. She certainly cares about my little pearl, I’m glad. And I was… Era seemed so reckless with her own health and wellbeing but moved mountains for those she cared about. And yet… she thinks she’s useless and selfish of all things.

“Era is… a special girl. She doesn’t see what’s right in front of her on a good day, she holds a lot of her emotions in, thinking she’d be a burden if she even remotely released some of her thoughts. She hates asking for help but will go out of her way to help others.” Her eyes drifted as we stopped in front of a heavy, wooden looking door. A metal folder was magnetized to a panel next to the door, Era’s name was scrawled in purple across a thin white board above the folder. “She needs someone to make her realize her worth, Mr. Rafayel… before she loses what’s left of her light. Its all she has left.” For once, I wasn’t sure what to say, if anything. So, I simply nodded when she glanced back up at me, the rims of her eyes wet with unshed tears. She took a deep breath before resting a hand on the silver metallic handle, “I don’t know how she is… Doctor Zayne hasn’t left the room since Doctor Greyson was here. All I know is… she’s in a coma. She’s been intubated, and her heart is beating on its own. Doctor Greyson mentioned that she seemed healthy in all aspects, she simply wasn’t conscious.” There was an ire behind her words, like she was having a tough time coming to terms with that news.

I felt my brows scrunch, “And what do you believe?”

Yvonne froze before looking up at me, “I think she’s in the verge of giving up. She’s been through so much and doesn’t believe in herself or think she needs to be here anymore.” She looked back to the door, and I watched as her small shoulders drooped, “While she was administered here during her therapy… people we unkind to her, the doctors saw it, same with the nurses, myself included- but they did nothing about it. And yet, all she ever did was smile.” A tear escaped the corner of the little woman’s right eye, “She cried  herself to sleep most nights. Once she was discharged, after the physio… that radiant smile never touched her eyes again. I think she tried, but even then… I think she was done making any attempts. The weight she clutched to was all she seemed to need anymore. She may call it selfishness… I call it survival.” Another tear, “I’d heard of her from my peers, from other Hunters who came in… and nothing they said was ever good. I didn’t understand how they all could simply hate her like that when they didn’t even know her, nor tried to know her.”

I swallowed around the lump in my throat as she spilled her emotions to me and the door. “She has a façade, that’s for sure. I didn’t really know her well before that accident… but I know you’re right. She puts everyone before herself and thinks its selfish to want.” I stared at the door this time, recalling how her and I had initially met. She’d been beach combing or at least, she’d said she was, but I remember seeing the tears streaks down her cheeks as she sat alone on the sandbar on the furthest edge of Whitesand Bay, just staring out at the waves. “We won’t give up on her. Not now, not ever.” I whispered before reaching up to rest a hand over the nurse’s shoulder.

“Thank you, Mr. Rafayel… between you, the tall gentleman with white hair, Mr. Xavier, and Doctor Zayne… I know she won’t be alone in this.”

I tipped my head, a small smile pulling my cheeks up as I bopped her nose with the pad of my finger, surprising her, “Don’t forget about yourself. You mean a lot to her as well, you know. I’ve heard nothing but good things about you, Miss Yvonne.” I had to chuckle as a blush rushed up her neck and into her face. You’ve similar to her, aren’t you Miss Nurse… always thinking about others before yourself.

“Ahem. Should we go in?” She cleared her throat before tapping her cheeks with both palms and turning to face the door. “I do hope Doctor Zayne decided to get some rest, at least… I know he’s never okay when she’s in here, even for a check-up that he’s conducting.”

Hearing that, I felt my cagey barnacle covered heart soften for the icy man. We most certainly all love her. As she turned the handle and pushed the door open, nothing could have prepared me for the sight of her. Tubes and lines feeding off of her limbs, face and from beneath the blankets from every direction. She looked so pale, a ghost within an angel. The soft looking mint green blankets draped over her in what looked like heaps. Her arms were bare as they lay over the surface of the bedding, an IV line pushed into the back of her right hand, as it lay palm down. Her hair had been almost artfully cast over the surface of the pillow as the back of the bed had been lifted just enough to allow for better airflow as the machine pumped her lungs for her.

I heard Yvonne gasp before running to the hunched over figure sitting beside the bed that I hadn’t noticed at first. “Doctor Zayne? Come on, lets at least get you to the couch, please?”

I watched the scene play out, his eyes were glazed over and puffy, rimmed in red as he looked up at her. His brows arched momentarily as if he didn’t recognize her. His dark hair hung across his forehead haphazardly from having rested in the same spot for too long. When she encouraged him to stand up, he shook her off and returned to laying his forehead against the bedside. How many times have you seen her broken? I had to think to myself before I stuffed my hands in my pockets and walked up to the opposite side of the bed.

My eyes lingered on her, again… words failed me. Had we been too late? We’d just managed to get her back, even after Q-tip fucked our little investigation up. I blinked back the sudden heat that had formed in my eyes. Am I crying? Reaching out, I brushed the backs of my fingers down the visible curve of her left cheek. She’s so cold…. Yvonne and Zayne no longer mattered to me in that moment as my eyes swept over her again, a choked whine came from within me chest as I whispered, “You better not be trying to run away from me… I won’t let you, my pearl.”

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                XAVIER

“That piece… it seems different.” She was leaning against the piano I was sat before, her hair draping over one shoulder as she rested her chin against the heel of her right palm. A small smile lifting her soft, pink coral-colored lips at the corners. The celeste blue little knee length number she had on brought out her eyes, making them pop in the dim lighting of the stage.

I smiled at her, “Of course, it’s an echo from the cosmos. Would you like to try it?” I held out my hand, and she hesitated for just a moment before placing her hand in mine and shifting around the edge of the instrument to sit snuggly beside me on the bench. “Watch.” I returned my hands to the keys and started brushing my fingers over the chords, the sounds echoing through the venue like a lullaby.

“This piece, is reserved only for a certain listener.” I whispered, watching as she reached up to try and mimic the placement and movements of my fingers. I smiled again as she began to match my playing. “Good, now…” I reached up to the sheet music on the stand and flipped the page over. “This part starts the same, go ahead.” A blush flew into her cheeks and an expression of concentration overtook her, furrowing her brows as she attempted to play the notes with both hands instead of one. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She was awe inspiring.

“Xavier, why aren’t you checking my playing? I don’t know what I’m doing!” She giggled, leaning her shoulder into my side.

“I don’t need to. The music tells me all I need to know. I feel as if those echoes found their answer.” I whispered into her ear, reaching around with my right arm to pull her against me, not wanting to be parted from her any longer.

She smiled before looking up at me, “Then I hope the answer wasn’t too late.”

“There’s no such thing, in that moment, it’s perfect.” With the hand I’d still had laid out over the piano keys, I lifted to her cheek, brushing my thumb over her bottom lip before I leaned in and pressed my mouth against hers in a gentle caress before pulling back to rest my forehead against hers.

Where had that come from? What was it? A memory? Something I’d concocted? I had no idea, but when I opened my eyes, I wasn’t where I thought I was. A dimly lit office came into focus, a small lamp stationed behind a dark wooden desk on a filing cabinet was the only light, and as I eyes began to adjust, I took in the rest of my surroundings. The office itself was wide, beside the desk and the few cabinets, there was a couple tall bookcases loaded with medical texts and other thick medical related issues, a thick counter stood against one of the far walls, files, small odd-looking machines, and more books were placed sporadically. Moving my eyes further through the room, slowly remembering where I was, and why I was here. I came across the long L shaped couch on the opposite wall, beneath the curtained window.

Right… the hospital. This is Zayne’s office. When I pushed myself off the floor into a stand, I felt my knees, elbows, and shoulders pop as I stretched my arms above my head. A movement on the couch caught me attention, stopping me mid stretch to look over. A dark figure was stretched across the piece of furniture. I inched closer, trying not to disturb their slumber only to come into view of the side of their head. Sylus…. His white hair was sleep messed and staticky from brushing against the cushions. His eyes were red rimmed and puffy, closed tightly as his enormous figure twitched beneath the large black and red embroidered jacket that had been draped over his torso.

I guess even monsters have nightmares… should I wake him? I looked around the room again, looking for something that might aid me in waking up the sleeping beast. Finding nothing, I sighed and went to the end of the couch where his feet hung over the armrest. How this position was comfortable for him… went beyond me, although… I could pass out just about anywhere, and I was six-foot-one, so maybe he was similar in that aspect. Doubt it, he seems too bougee for that.

“Sy-…” Should I call him Sylus? Or Skye? We are alone in here, does it matter? “Sylus, wake up.” I stretched out a hand and nudged one of his socked feet. He groaned, so I said it louder, “Sylus, wake up!” Having stayed at his abode in the N109 Zone while digging up info to find Era, I’d noticed the man wasn’t exactly a deep sleeper, so what the fuck was this? “Sylus.” I added a note of annoyance to my tone, the feeling mutual in my mind.

“You rang, bunny?” The figure on the couch groaned and then rolled, the jacket falling to the floor as he ended up facing the ceiling, an arm moving to sling over his face. I went to open my mouth to say something, but he suddenly sucked in a breath and sat up, “Is she okay? What happened?”

His abrupt movement had made me take an unsteady step backwards, “Shit, no- nothing is wrong… I just woke up. Saw you were having a nightmare.” I watched him slide his legs off the edge of the couch and stand, his own arms stretching above him, the tips of his fingers’ mere milometers from the spackled surface of the ceiling. I reached up to brush my hand over the back of my neck. It was always rocky terrain between Sylus and me, and we both knew why.

“If you just woke up, you haven’t gone to see her then.” His voice was ragged, none of his flare for whimsical control or teasing lilts. He sounded frayed, shattered. He had sat b ack down on the edge of the couch as he reached up with both hands to brush through his hair, attempting to tame it from its chaos.

“No, not yet…” I paused, looking around the room again, Rafayel wasn’t here, and neither was Zayne. Were they with her? Wouldn’t one of them have woken us up if something had gone wrong? “Do you think we’re allowed to see her?”

Sylus dropped his hands, his elbows resting over his knees as he looked straight forward, those crimson eyes looking dull in the dim light. “I honestly don’t know. I don’t remember much after my boys dropped off a change of clothes for me.” One of his knees started to bounce while his right hand came up to insert the edge of his thumb into his mouth as he started chewing on his cuticle, an image that made him seem much younger than he was. Big bad crime boss, yeah not right now.

I nodded before turning to head to the main door to the office. I’d reached out to take the doorhandle in hand but paused with it hovering above the smooth looking metal. I half turned my head to check on him from the corner of my eye. “Would you like to come with me?” I wasn’t exactly his biggest fan, then again… I knew I had a jealous streak when it came to Era, so truly, I wasn’t a fan of any of the others. I accepted them because of her. Well, Zayne was okay… so was Raf, having now gotten to know them. I watched as he nodded silently and pushed himself back to standing, stuffing his hands into his pockets as he approached me. It was as he approached that I took in what he was wearing, instead of the tweed suit straight out of the fifties, he wore a brown sweater and black slacks, a chain hung around his neck.

“Alright, lets go.” I said as I pushed the door open and exited into the very well-lit hallway, making my eyes burn as they adjusted. Blinking a few times, I turned my head left and right, looking for any signs of life in either direction.

I felt an elbow nudge my arm as Sylus suddenly appeared on my left, nodding to a reception desk that was built into the wall, as we got closer I could see manila folders filling every available space of the shelves behind the desk, colorful sticky notes and labels stuck out everywhere. Behind the desk, was an empty chair, a ringing and flashing phone and a computer screen that had gone into screensaver mode.

I looked up and down the hallway again, “Do you think she’s with her?”

“I have no doubts she is.” Sylus said quietly before rounding the desk and leaning over to come in front of the computer screen, giving the mouse a shake so the screen came back to life.

“What are you doing!” I hissed at him, “That’s illegal!”

“Oh please, just put it on that ever-growing tab you’ve got going. It’s fine.” His eyes scanned the screen as he clicked a couple times, “Got her. Room CW-41.” He blinked and then frowned, his silver-gray brows pulling together, “She’s in the ICU.” The words struck me in the chest like a knife. The ICU… intensive care? Really?

“How do we get there?” I asked, monotone. Sylus scrolled through something before standing upright and looked down the hall to my right.

“That way, but… we’ll need an ID badge. This is Yvonne’s station, if she’s already with Era, then we will have to ask around. Obviously.” So, the clipped tone was back, as was the amused expression of boredom.

I sighed through my nose and turned to head down the hallway. Every hospital looked the same and smelled the same. My eyes scanned the walls, the wheelchairs and the empty beds that seemed to sporadically line the walls near any splitting intersection we came across. A large door gave me pause and I halted in front of it. A wide set of double doors with thick steel looking push bars at hip height, small, panelled windows with crisscross patterns in black and thick black lettering stood above the doorframe. CARDIAC WARD – ICU.

On the left-hand side of that fading gray frame was a panel with a solid red light at its crest, another blank green light next to it. Below was the image of a badge being scanned. So, we found the door…. I glanced up and saw another nurse just down the hall as she disappeared into a room, head bent as she looked at a clipboard in hand. “Excuse me!” I found myself calling out.

Another nurse popped her head out from the opposite side of the hallway the first had disappeared down, and she waved, “You boys need something?” She called out, suddenly appearing entirely from behind whatever counter she’d been behind, coming towards us.

“Yes, ma’am. There’s a patient we’d like to visit if that’s possible?” I said, giving her a soft smile as she stopped in front of the door.

“Are you family?” I winced, of course that’d be the obvious first question. Clearly not.

Sylus piped up at that, a note of exasperation in his tone. “We have Doctor Zayne’s express approval to be let in,” he gestured to the door, “if you would be so kind.” I shot him a look and he simply smirked at me as the nurse became awkwardly silent, a flush creeping up her ears as she turned and swiped a badge across the panel. She immediately turned and briskly began walking back up the hall where she’d come from.

“Uncalled for.” I said as we passed the threshold of the now open double doors.

“It got us in, didn’t it?” True, and yet….

I rolled my eyes and hastened my pace as my eyes began scanning the signs above the doors. We’re only at twenty… great. As we walked in silence, my mind began to wander back to the dream I’d had. Era and I had never played piano together… at least, not in this lifetime. There was a life I recalled where I played the piano for someone, had it been another version of Era at the time? For some reason, I couldn’t remember her face entirely. Just bits. The only thing I remembered entirely was that she was spectacularly beautiful.

“Forty-one, right?” Sylus’ voice broke me from my thoughts as I nearly walked into him. When did he get ahead of me? Lifting my gaze from the side of his face, I followed his line of sight and saw the sign he was looking at. CW-41.

“Yeah, you said forty-one.” I looked down at the handle of the door and felt myself freeze. A tightness within my chest made my lungs release a shallow breath as I felt the build of anxiety cling to my heart. What do I expect when we walk in there? Was she okay? Was she awake? Was Zayne and Raf in there with her?

Gathering from the lack of movement beside me, Sylus seemed to be in a similar boat. He stood stock still on my right, hands hanging at his sides as he stared at the door. “For what its worth, I wanted to thank you, for being there for her.” My eyes snapped up to the glistening reds of Sylus’ as he continued to stare at the door.

I wasn’t sure if he wanted a response to that, it sounded rhetorical. Even so, I wasn’t sure what I could’ve said. A moment later, he seemed to break out of his stupor as he reached out and gripped the doorhandle. I heard him exhale heavily through his nose before he twisted the handle and pushed it open.

As we slowly entered the room, soft voices could be heard from further in. “For her sake, Zayne… you should go get some proper rest, food… something to drink even. You of all people should know what you’re putting yourself through is not healthy.” Peering around Sylus, I could see another doctor standing beside a chair, a hunched over Zayne was sat in it. I couldn’t see the raven-haired man’s face, but I could imagine the exhaustion and shattered expression he had. I’d seen if before…. The other doctor, a kind looking guy with glasses turned as we entered, his words tapering off. “Ah, you must be Skye and Xavier. Rafayel mentioned you two would be coming by eventually.” The man looked to his side, eyes fixating on the bed that Zayne sat beside. “Her heart seems stronger than it was when she was brought in, we did have her intubated, but she started breathing on her own roughly an hour ago,” He said, flicking his eyes to the clock on the wall, “Otherwise, there haven’t been any notable changes thus far.” I watched as the man’s eyes dragged over Zayne once again, I had to keep my eyes on him, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to look at the bed yet, “Maybe he’ll listen to one of you… he hasn’t moved, slept or eaten anything since you guys got here, that was over twenty-four hours ago.”

Sylus spoke up suddenly, “Hey, Zayne….” Was all he said, he’d moved out of nowhere and was crouched beside the chair Zayne was occupying. A hand on his shoulder, while the other was resting over four slender fingers. I gave a curt nod to the doctor who’d stopped talking and was simply watching the two giant men beside the bed.

When I finally managed to pry my eyes away from the far wall, I could already feel the heat behind my eyes. I sucked in a choked breath as I took her in. She looked like a corpse, she was so thin, so pale, I couldn’t imagine having come in here while she had all of those tubes coming out of her, this alone was enough to cause a crushing feeling within my chest. That anxiety that had nearly collapsed me earlier had returned and was constricting my heart as my eyes swept over her, stopping finally on her face.

Her cheeks were gaunt, sunk in, showing off the angles of her bone structure. Her lips were no longer their usual kissable pink. They were white and thin. Her eyelids showed all the veins and seemed so thin, amplified by the shadowed circles beneath. Her skin was placid and rough looking in spots. Probably where they had the sensors…. I finally managed to get myself to move to the side of the bed in front of the window, close enough that I could see how still she was, only the rise and fall of her chest beneath the blankets the only form of life. I didn’t look away from her when I heard the door open, and then softly shut again. But Rafayel’s voice cut in as he spoke quietly to the doctor. They’d moved to stand in front of a side door, chatting quietly, though I could feel Raf’s eyes on me.

“We’ll keep an eye on her in here for now, I want to make sure she’s okay to move come tomorrow afternoon.” I heard, a small pulse of anxiety burst from my chest as I knelt beside the bed then, my knees no longer feeling like they could hold me as I felt the stress begin to consume me. Reaching out, I slipped my hand beneath her left, feeling the chill of her fingertips seep into my bones. With the heat around my eyes, I finally looked up, at the men across from me.

Zayne looked entirely defeated, dark shadows under his lifeless looking green eyes, his hair disheveled, sticking out in random places. His eyes firmly locked on her.

Sylus looked like he’d aged ten years since he’d come into the room, he still had a hand on Zayne’s shoulder, but the other was fisted on the edge of the bed, while his eyes, rimmed with tears were locked on Era as well.

When Rafayel came to stand next to the kneeling crime boss, the artist crossed his arms, a glower etched into his usually snide and teasing face. “They’re keeping her here for observation for now.” Came his deadpan words, flicking my gaze behind him, I couldn’t see the other doctor anymore, so I assumed he’d left at one point.

Sylus’ soft voice pierced the silence after a moment, “Where did Yvonne go?”

“She offered to go get food for all of us.” Came the deadpan response, once again.

I spoke up suddenly, a strength in my voice I didn’t feel, “Is there anything we could do?”

Sylus’ narrowed eyes snapped to me, “Like what, Xavier. Please, if you have any idea in that blonde head of yours, do tell the class.”

I looked back down at her, my hand in hers as I mulled over my thoughts. After Melina… when she collapsed and seemed to be more comatose than asleep… what did we do then to bring her back? She’d said she was mentally caged. Imprisoned within her own mind, right? What if this is similar, if not the same… just in a purer form? I could feel the stress in my chest, throbbing along to the beat of my erratic heart, I didn’t want to be wrong.

We had no answers, but we had inclinations. Ideas after having seen this prior, just more diluted. We weren’t facing the same thing this time, she’d been gone, taken by Belamy… sequestered away from half a year, having God knows what done to her. Had she really overwhelmed herself by her evol? Or had that bastard done something to her? We had no idea. He was a demon… how do you win against a demon who knows the girl now lying in this hospital bed better than four grown men, one with mind reading powers, another from her childhood, and two more who thought they knew her better than they knew themselves.

I narrowed my eyes and looked directly as Sylus, having felt his eyes on me the entire time I was thinking, “Now that we’re all here. We should reach out to her, using the bonds….”

Zayne suddenly looked up, “And if… we fail?” his voice was so broken, lifeless, and sorrowful.

Rafayel suddenly spoke, reaching over to rest his hand over the one Sylus had resting on the doctor’s shoulder. “We won’t fail.”

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[illarian-rambling]

Thanks for the tag @pluttskutt!

Incorrect Quotes Tag

Rules: Generate some incorrect quotes with your ocs using this site (:

Let's do some Starbreaker quotes!

Faalgun: Fight me!

Pash: Ha, look at your size! What are you gonna do, kick my ankle?

*Later*

Kaulakri: Why is Pash crying?

Anarac: Faalgun kicked him really hard on the ankle.

Faalgun: How did you even get in here?

Pash: Anarac's window! Or, as I like to call it, "Pash's door"!

Anarac: I’m closing the window.

Kaulakri: I hate Nyda.

Pash: "Hate' is a strong word.

Kaulakri: I have strong opinions.

Kaulakri, dashing into the room: WHY AREN’T THE DISHES IN ALPHABETICAL ORDER?!

Pash: …What does that even mean?!

Anarac: I’ve become a bread crumb dealer to four crows at the lake. They pay me with a bit of everything. Like shiny things, fabric, or pens. But recently they paid me with a 20 dollar bill they found somewhere. So I decided to buy them some more expensive bread. They loved it. So they understand what to do. Give me money. I’ve probably racked up about 200 dollars at this point. Is it morally wrong though, I mean. They’re the ones who steal the money from others. Or perhaps they just have a big pile laying somewhere. Should I keep on doing this?

Nyda: You sound like the start of a Batman villain.

Nyda: I love saying 'fuck me' because it can either be sexual or self-loathing and those are two things that describe me perfectly.

Pash, writing in a letter: "I'm going to kick.. your... ass."

Pash: THERE. Now send it.

Nyda: Dude, your handwriting's terrible, are you sure you want to-

Pash: JUST DO IT!

*Later*

Anarac: So what does it say?

Faalgun, reading the letter: They say they're going to "lick my...."

Anarac:

Faalgun:

Anarac: Gross-

Kaulakri: Know why I called you in here?

Nyda: Because I accidentally sent you a dick pic.

Kaulakri: *Stops pouring two glasses of wine.* Accidentally?

I'll tag @wyked-original-writing @jev-urisk @sergeantnarwhalwrites @leahnardo-da-veggie @vinniehorrible and anyone else who wants to play <3

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Buggy X reader

Part 1

So this started as me writing out my OCs backstory but I’ve changed the POV so that it can be read as a reader insert. Currently it’s all angst and fluff cause they are children in this, after the flashback I’ll see about more mature themes :)

Let me know if you’d like to see more of this, title help me with inspo <33

Everything was cold. Whether it was the golden collar around your neck, or the chains shacked to your ankles, hidden beneath a long skirt, keeping you from running away, that made you feel this way. Or maybe it’s from the general lack of warmth in your life, since the day you ate that damn devil fruit. You only ate it 3 years ago, the day you turned 7. You were only a child. You still are a child, but it doesn’t feel like it. You feel like you’ve had you childhood stripped from you, had to grow up so fast, to mature in this new, unloving environment.

You ate it by accident, almost dying from hunger on the streets you resorted to stealing. it was the only food in reach, it was a bit odd, blue and swirly, but at the time you just assumed it was from the other side of the grand line, maybe even the red line, as that specific market was full of odd fascinations from many different places. You ate the odd fruit thinking nothing of the distastefulness of it, your mind was solely on survival. However, the person who set up the shop caught you around the corner, dragged you by the elbow and chained you to the shop stall. He said that you will have to earn that fruit with your life, and that he now owned you for your trespasses.

He chained you up and made you perform, after finding out that you had eaten a sing-song devil fruit, allowing you the power of voice, and a beautiful, alluring singing voice that was very profitable for the man that now owns you.

And so now here you are, ten years old, sitting on a wooden plank that substitutes as your bed, staring at the wall. You have no dreams, no aspirations. You barely remember the person you were before everything went downhill. can’t even remember the faces of your family.

Did i even have a family?

Oh well it doesn’t matter now. What good will thinking do me. I’m an object, a simple attraction that people pay to watch perform, a designated child prodigy,but no one knows the reason for your amazing voice is simply the effects of a Devil fruit.

all of a sudden your world crashes around you as the entire building shakes. The place is built near the shore, so it’s very likely to have been a cannon ball, pirates were attacking.

The wealth that has been wracked up by the establishment must have made its way to the pirates ears. Your eyes finally leave the wall as another loud bang goes off and the building shakes, there are no windows in the room your kept in, there’s no way of knowing what’s going on out there. Shouting and the sound of things being broken is all that can be heard. Footsteps coming closer and closer.

Drawing your legs close to your chest, tears start to form at the corners of your eyes. Although this is a horrible life to live, it’s the only life you’ve known, other than starving on the streets that is. You don’t want it to all be stripped from you once again, anything but that. And pirates were sure to be worse than any treatment you have gotten here.

The door to your so-called room suddenly gets bashed in, an older man with a prominent black mustache looks in and seems surprised to see you here. Next to him are two boys around my age, one with red hair and a straw hat, and the other with blue hair and a prominent red nose. You look at them for a moment. The older man (you later find out to be Gol D. Roger) steps forward to see if the key he has on him fits in the keyhole on the gold collar strapped to your neck. It doesn’t and he lets out a slightly annoyed sigh.

“Buggy, try get this lock picked,” he tosses him a thin lock picking tool “I’ll continue to look around, shanks with me” he orders that last part as he turns his heel to leave the room.

Buggy looks annoyed at this and grumbles something you can’t quite make out before sitting beside you to try pry off the collar.

“I’m buggy” he huffs, apparently not liking how silent you were being.

“Y/n” you whisper back, voice slightly horse from un use. You haven’t spoken a word in the past three days.

“Pfft” he chuckles as he continues to work at the lock.

“What?” You tilt your head, confused. He thinks you look sadly adorable with such a blank expression but such inquisitive eyes.

“It’s just the way your looking at me, it’s funny is all… uhh not that It’s a bad thing, or anything,” He curses at himself, he doesn’t want to make her think he’s a mean person, it seems like she’s got enough of that already from the looks of things. She was scarily thin though, and definitely looked too pale for comfort. Finally the clasp to the collar unlocked and the chain fell from it just as the building began to shake again, the walls crumbling slightly from pressure. They needed to get out of here quick.

“Comeone lets go” he says quickly, standing up and yanking you up with him. The chains around your feet clang at the movement. he, only now noticing them, lets put an audible groan as he tries to pry them off.

“Just take the gold collar and go, it’s more valuable than I am” you say, barely above a whisper.

Buggy just stares at you, not believing what just came out of your mouth.

“Do you think we’re just trying to get your gold off you!?” He yells, genuinely worried that that’s actually what you think is happening.

You simply give a small nod, what else would pirates want from you? In your mind You would have no other value to them.

“No! We’re getting you out of here, whether you like it or not, I am gonna save you and your gonna thank me” he shouts this, like a promise. The way you look at him makes something inside him break. The light in your eyes looks like it’s been dimmed a long time ago, and a part of him just wants to make you happy again, to see you laugh. And most of all, to see you away from this hellhole, and safe with him.

[jev-urisk]

Morreial's heist supplies: Tag Game ✨️

Original game by @thecomfywriter (Post HERE). Thanks for the tag @the-golden-comet!

Premise: Write your OC using these tools (from Ch. 18 of Throne of Vengeance) to commit a heist involving an armored vault. A piece of string, a lantern, oil, matches, a book, a cup, an enchanted shovel, and a pair of gloves. And, a navy blue Henley

Love, LOVE this prompt. It's perfect for Kazimier💋, my shapeshifting incubus OC from my WIP 🌐7 Circles🌐

It's kinda spoiler-y, because it goes over some of Kazimier's abilities and really shows the kind of bastard he is. You've been warned.

Tonight is your final meeting with this criminal. Kazimier smirks behind his drink, an appraising glint in his mismatched eyes. "You wanna know how I did it?" he teases. He knew you did, but wanted to hear you say it anyway.

"How did you steal it?"

He leans back, swirling his glass. "So the safe in this fancy hotel was owned by a Nexi couple, right? They shipped the damn thing down from Nexis years ago an' had it installed in their always-booked penthouse suite. I woulda' sacked it a decade ago but this safe has an arcane lock, capisce?"

You shake your head no, and he rolls his eyes.

"Magic technology, unpickable. An' the only way to open this particular lock is to touch their wedding rings to this weird circle on the front, yeah? So the first thing I do is track down a mediocre fairy lantern replica."

"Wait, what?" you can help uttering, and it earns you a scoff.

"What? It's not like faeries are real, an' if they were they'd appreciate how stupid some folks are over their alleged arda'facts. The husband was one such stupid folk, and after broadcastin' that someone on the black market found a new lantern, a few fake death threats, and a well-placed comment made by a poker dealer- I got him to agree to a meeting in a car. One of them fancy Nexi ones that comes with a driver an' I made sure the person at the wheel is one on my payroll. I arrive as a representative of the auction house, shapeshifted to look like a vampiress."

"Wait, so you-"

"Had tits, yes. Along with long brown hair, skinny ankles, and a pencil skirt shorter than your attention span."

You grimace, "I wasn't going to ask about you having, uh.."

"-AAAnnyway, the moment I set down my briefcase bag it starts leakin' a sleeping gas and I keep him distracted. Soon enough he's out like a light and I crack open the hollowed out copy of 'Auctions Uncatalogued: A Dry Fuckin' History Book' for a few supplies. I knew he was a thicc bastard, so I came prepared with some oil and string to get the ring off, as well as gloves to keep the guy's taste outta my brain."

"What does that mean??"

"I'm not gonna explain how to get little rings offa big fingers, bud. Ask the internet. OH, I also filched his shirt- a blue henley kinda' thing, and his slacks. The car keeps movin' and I use his weird-Nexi-phone to call his broad, who is very occupied in some high-stakes gambling and tell 'er using her husband's voice that I need her ring to make an exchange of some Nexan technology in the safe for the super legit fairy lamp some vampire just showed me. I shapeshift into the husband, put on his clothes, and am in and out of the casino without the broad suspecting a thing. She hands me the ring, I complain bitterly about her not spendin' enough time with me, she tells me not now and goes back to her gambling. Perfect marriage. An hour later I've exchanged their top-grade arcane technology for a dinky old lamp and am waitin' around for the wife to show up." Kazimier finishes, quirking his brow as he drinks some of his cocktail.

After a few moments it seems like he;s truly done, but it might be another instance of him leading you to egg him on. "Well what happened when the wife showed up?" you ask, hooked despite yourself.

Kazimier's grin widens, "She found a brown-haired vampress in her penthouse wearing nothing but her husbands blue henley." He takes in your expression and keeps going, "The broad probably would've killed me if I didn't 'confess' that her husband had just left for the bar in the lobby with the other girl. Boy did that lie get her back out the door in an instant. From there I put a little oil in a glass cup, light it with a match, an' drop the little moltov offa' the balcony. A signal to get in position. I count to sixty and jump off myself- make my getaway."

You lean back, taking in the convoluted mind you're sitting with tonight, somewhat stunned. "Wait- Why did you need to borrow my enchanted shovel, then?" you add, happy that it was returned to you clean and unharmed the moment you sat down but curious since Kazimier said it was needed for this heist.

"Oh, that? I killed the husband." Kazimier says with a casual shrug.

"You used my shovel to bury a Nexan?!" you hiss, leaning forward. This wasn't what you expected at all when Kazimier offered you a deal.

Kazimier leans forward, all the humor gone from his face, only the tilt of his head hinting at his amusement. "I used your very unique shovel to kill, a Nexan, sunshine." He kills his drink and with a parting chuckle you and your shovel are left behind, tools that have fulfilled their use and you realize with ice in your blood why Kazimier just told you everything.

Tonight is your final meeting with this criminal.

Taggames: Taggames: @katenewmanwrites @smellyrottentrees @wyked-ao3 @lychhiker-writes @cowboybrunch @zackprincebooks @urbiggestfan-01 @quillswriting @tragedycoded

[fantasyqueen502]

Happenstance

Word Count: 1,650 

Summary: What if Daryl didn't meet Leah during his time outside of Alexandria's walls looking for Rick? A short story idea that most likely has grammatical errors. Let me know. Feel free to comment, like, and enjoy. 

 Relationship: Daryl x unnamed Male OC

 Rated: PG-13

Brief strong language, brief nudity, mentions of death and injury.

Peering around the brush, goosebumps rose on the back of his neck from the eyes watching him. The shuffling of leaves triggers his bolts. Loading and shooting along the moving bushes, he loaded his final bolt, halting at a dog who barked chaotically. Whimpering when Daryl lifted his bow caused the dog to keep his distance.

 The hunter drops his bow. "Dumb dog," he says, marching off. The dog follows him, leaping and jumping to get his attention. After killing a snake, the dog takes it, running away with it. "I'm going to turn you into a coat, c'mere!" He growls. Slowly to a stop, catching his breath. Looking up, the dog waits, tail wagging. Waiting for the archer to catch his breath.

Turning to leave again, the dog whimpers and whines, resulting in the dog getting a mouthful of the archer's vest by yanking on it.

 Following the dog through the woods, came to the sight of a man hanging by his ankle. Walkers below were lapping up blood that dripped from his crown. The man giggles, waving his dangling hands inches out of their reach. Taking care of the dead and pacing around the swinging man, a smile was still present on his bright red face. He was surprised he had any brain cells left alive. It looks like he had been hanging for a while—maybe a day or two.

 "Duck!" The man exclaims. Daryl flinches, holding his head and looking behind him. The man opens his arms out wide for the dog, who scampers over, leaping up.

Following the rope to the anchor, untying it slowly lowered the man to the ground. The dog barks and leaps about with glee, jumping up onto the hunter and licking his chin, causing the man to grunt in surprise, shoving the dog and spitting the slobber from his mouth. Paying no mind, the canine pads over to lick his master's face. The man groans, his face puffy and discolored.

"Should keep 'im on a leash." The hunter growls, yanking the man's leg, cutting the rope from his ankle, letting it fall, causing the man to wince. "He steal my kill again. I'm killin' the both of ya'." He spat. Snatching up the dead snake, The man laughs as the dog licks under his chin. 

 The man and his dog trek through the woods. A glimmer catches his eye, and thank God for that. As it was the metal shine of a dagger singing through the air His body acted faster than his mind, his knees collapsing and the dagger pinning the cloth of his shoulder to a thick oak behind him.

 The blood left his head gasping at what could have been his death four inches to the right.

 "What're you doing here?" the hunter barks, marching out of the brush. He gawks, mouth wide, as the man grabs the handle, freeing his shoulder with ease, not even giving him a second glance.

 "I wanted to gift you as a sort of thanks for saving me," he stammered. Extending a handful of berries.

 The hunter snares and glances down at the handful of berries. "Elderberries." 

 "I'd be happy to share..."

"You'd die choking on your own vomit," he grunted, turning on his heel, leaving the man who shutters the berries tumbling out of his trembling fingers at the idea of almost dying if he wasn't so focused on thanking the hunter who saved him and Duck.

 Tracking back to his campsite, he was tired and disheartened, marking on the map Xs on areas along the river he had searched. He let out a sigh, fondling the large paper and shoving it into his pack.

 Red

 He furrows his brows at a small pile of strawberries on a cloth. He huffs, having an idea of the culprit. Scooping up one from the pile, inspecting it, and popping the entire thing into his mouth. He hums, closing his eyes to savor the explosion of sweet flavor.

 Untying a dead rabbit from one of his many traps around his camp, dog snatches it. Bowing and hoping to be chased. The dog lures him. The dog barks as he comes to a hill to see his owner waist-deep in the shallow waters. The hunter halts midstep, heat rushing to his face and his heart beating in his ears. Duck barks, startling Daryl as he tumbles forward, ending with a splash.

 "Fuckin'," he groans from the ache in his tailbone and the hurt forming in his raw palms, desperately trying to stop his fall. His mud-caked bangs made him completely blind.

 "You?" 

 "Damn it." Daryl hissed. 

 "Are you okay? That was quite a fall. Is anything broken?" Careful hands cradling under his chin. "I'm fine." He snaps quickly, marching out of the waterhole.

Now dressed, the man picks the debris with a pair of tweezers buried in the hunter's palm.

"Stop your fussing," he scolds, tightening his grip on Daryl’s hand when he tries to pull away.

 Daryl finds himself bumping into the man (most of the time it was Dog finding him, luring the man and himself to each other).

 He would never admit it, but he didn't mind the company.

"How 'bout you and Dog stay here?" he mumbles, finding his feet interesting. After a moment of silence, he wills his eyes to look at a smile. "Wipe that dumbass grin off your face."

"Is "the" Daryl Dixon asking me to move in with him?" He would grin even wider if it were possible.

"No, I'm tired of saving your ass from a walker, or a cyot, or some gang." He defends.

"And so if I stay at your camp, you'll protect me." He bats his lashes.

"Nevermind." He mumbles as he gathers his weapons.

"C'mon, I'm teasing."

"Hope a bear eats you." He snaps and marches off.

"I knew it! This was a set-up so you can take custody of Duck."

"It's not my fault the mutt likes me more." He answers. "Keep calling him Duck when he’s a Dog might have something to do with it."

"I was willing to trust a pretty face." 

“Don't call me pretty."

"But you are."

"No, I'm not."

"Agree to disagree."

He turns, causing the man to stop mid-step. Face blank, he grins up at the Archer.

"You annoy the ever living shit outta me. Yea know that." He says it in his face.

"Yes, but I love you reminding me." He grabs his hand as a sort of safety measure when crossing a mud pit.Daryl couldn't help but smile.

 They find an abandoned cabin, and after clearing it out, the man kills two walkers with ease.

"What?" he asks, catching the slack-jawed expression on the usually stoic hunter's face. Brushing the hair from his eyes and cleaning his knife on his pants.

 "Nothing." He shrugs. 

 The man wakes the hunter, who has nightmares of his time at the sanctuary.  Holding him close, running his hand through his hair has his strong arms gripping him like a lifeline.

Mornings of making breakfast and talking about their lives before. The man has been an actor in some children's shows for many years.

 "The great magician Abra Kadab, very original, I know. I loved the kids."

 "What happened?" 

 "Some paparazzi photos leaked of me and my boyfriend at the time at a bar."

 "Why does that matter?"

 "It was a very sensitive network. "Think of the kids". He mocks shock and horror.

 "Then the world ended, so I hope those bastards are all dead." He shrugs with a smile.

In an abandoned cabin in the woods, Duck lays at the man’s feet as he watches the hunter fill up a bowl of stew in the fireplace. He places the bowl in front of him. Scooting a chair closer to the man.

 "You need to put something on your stomach." He pushes the bowl closer. "I want you to take two bites, c'mon."

 He stares until the man manages a small mouthful. The spoon clattered into his bowl. He exhales a breath, rolling his shoulders. His completion was pale, dark circles of sunken eyes.

 "C’mere," he instructs. Unbuttoning his shirt, a patch on his chest over his heart. Peeling it off to show a perfect bite mark. A simple walk through the woods was something they did every day. The skin around it is beginning to turn pink. The man struggles but stands. Sidestepping from side to side Reaching for his arms, he tugged on them like noodles, but he didn't budge.

 "Dance with me." He whines. 

 "Got bit on purpose. To have me all to yourself." He grumbles. 

"I've caught me." 

They dance by simply stepping left and right. Daryl kept a secure hold as his grip on his hand and shoulder slipped from time to time.

"Take care of, Dog."

"Thought he was Duck."

The man chuckles weakly. "I don’t think I’ll be around to correct you anymore."

"Don’t," he says, shaking his head. "Don’t say that. You’re gonna be fine," he assures, chewing on his lip.

"Yeah," he says, playing along. "We live out the rest of our days in this cabin. Two old men and a dog." He chuckles, his eyes heavy, leaning in to touch his nose with the hunter’s. Daryl chuckles, watching the man closely and finding himself pulled in, his lips meeting the corner of his mouth. Kissing the smile, the man hums, turning his head for a proper kiss.

Duck whines, sad eyes darting from Daryl, striking a pile of dirt and dumping it into a grave. The hunter grunts until the pile is gone, patting the earth flat. Letting a tear fall, staring at the unmarked grave, taking a breath, and looking over to the dog.

"Let's go, Duck.”

Masterlist, Imagines, and Miscellaneous Drabbles

[dolliedyhard]

Facts About Dollie Dyhard (Teen Years)

Last Updated: December 29th 2024

꒰🎀꒱ This post contains all the general knowledge about Teen Dollie in The Dollhouse AU! This post will be updated when needed.୨୧

AU: The Dollhouse

꒰🚫꒱ I do NOT approve of making “Your own version” of Dollie or ANY of my OC’s. They are NOT valid! Make your OWN OC instead of STEALING MINE!!! You will be blocked if you do that.

*** = Edited paragraph

-NEW- = Newly added paragraph

꒰⚠️꒱ TW: Light mentions of ED & SA

*ೃ༄‧˚ Apperance Character Sheet

╰┉┈ Dollie Lilium is 15 y/o South African American and stands at 5’4 and is 84lbs/38kg. Her amber eyes are round sorta like doe eyes paired with full lashes. Her body type is petite.

-NEW-

╰┉┈ After Slenderman gave Dollie the dark gift she was granted the signature look that she is know for today. The blonde hair, doll joints, glass skin, and good looks are all a byproduct of the dark gift.

╰┉┈ Dollie has joints just like a ball-jointed doll, it’s makes her stronger and it’s how she gets her abilities. Her ball-joints are located at her neck, shoulders, elbows, wrists, hips, knees, and ankles.

-NEW-

╰┉┈ When it comes to physical attractiveness Dollie is pretty, like a 8.5/10. I’d say her type of beauty would be ethereal, just very unique and beautiful. Granted her beauty does come from the dark gift, she hasn’t always been so pretty.

╰┉┈ Dollie has a small beauty mark under her right eye.

*ೃ༄‧˚ Physical & Mental State + Morals & Trauma

Physical Health

╰┉┈ Dollie gets cold very easily. 60F is considered freezing to her.

╰┉┈ Dollie only eats when she goes on a mission so she can have strength. When she’s off duty she starves herself resulting in feeling weak often. This is caused by her anorexica.

Mental Health

╰┉┈ Dollie has problems setting boundaries with people when their relationship becomes abusive or inappropriate. Since the person at hand is showing signs of possible pushback and defiance Dollie is afraid she will get hurt or offend the person, Like when she was groomed for the first time or when she met Offenderman.

╰┉┈ Dollie is straight. Uhhh ya pretty straight forward… SHE ONLY LIKES BOIZZZ

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

╰┉┈ Dollie is an attention seeker and constantly craves love and attention. Before she met the crp the only person who loved her was her mother. She feels unlovable because the only person to ever show her compassion is the woman who birthed her, which is innate by nature. She clings on to people easily like Jeff, Nina and Offenderman because they are the very few people to show kindness towards her.

╰┉┈ Dollie has been suffering from anorexia since she was 14. Because of that she is extremely contortive of what she eats. An addition to that she has a fear of being fat (ik, pretty silly fear right? >_>) and is very fatphobic.

╰┉┈ Dollie is naive when it come to love and romance. She has never had a crush or boyfriend or even held hands or kissed another guy before. She loves Jeff dearly and would die to be his girlfriend but she has no clue how to confess to him. She’s afraid if he rejects her it will completely end their friendship because it would be super awkward knowing one person has a crush on another but the other person doesn’t feel the same.

Morality

╰┉┈ [Percentage for how bad she feels about committing them. The higher the percentage the less she cares.]

Concerning crimes the ones she commits most often are:

Murder (82%)

Homicide (100%)

Torture (65%)

Arson & Disturbing the peace (100%)

Shoplifting (100%)

(THIS IS NOT A FLEX- just showing u Dollie ain’t making it to heaven)

╰┉┈ Dollies catchphrase before killing her victims is “Death has called your name today”. The backstory behind this phrase is that Dollie believes a lot in fate of the universe, like a lot of psychopaths do. Because of this her moral reasoning for killing people is because it is their time to die. Whether they are a inhuman person so deserves nothing but the pits of hell or a good samaritan who has done the best I their life, if it is their time, then it is their time.

╰┉┈ Another one of Dollies catchphrases is “Beauty is within the ghastly”. The meaning of this phrase is they’re is beauty in everything, though sounding cliche it is true. Even within the odd, the, misunderstood, the macabre, and the ghastly. She can see the glimmers of the fine details in people that come together to make a piece of art that can be understood by only the creative.

For example; Jeff is to most normal people a monster. Hideous, scary, psychotic, any other synonym you can think of. His bloody glasgow smile, pale skin, and messy long jet black hair, and creepy demeanor would make anyone think he’s a batshit crazy. But Dollie can see past that and accept him as well as see his unique inner beauty, like all the rest of the crp. I mean, who would want to live in a house were you think everyone is UGLY?!?!?!?!? XD

╰┉┈ Dollie kills a variety types of people. She is not a vigilante and she does kill innocent people.

Trauma

╰┉┈ Before becoming a Slender proxy Dollie had become a victim of Offenderman. She was all alone in the cold Connecticut forest at dawn with not a soul to help her. Frightened, freezing, and desperate for help Dollie was susceptible to Offender’s seduction. Offender took advantage of her and gifted her a dainty pink rose and the promise of helping her out to gain her trust. Dollie of course has no memory of the rape actually happening but she eventually came to the conclusion of what happened and has been coping with it ever since.

╰┉┈ Dollie has been groomed by two people, both being older men. The first was before being involved with the crp & the second was offenderman.

ೃ༄‧˚ Abilities

╰┉┈ Dollie is mainly a stealth killer. Lurking in dark & unsuspecting places to catch her victims off guard. Therefore her skill in stealth is very high. Hiding in plain sight, being quiet, moving quiet, playing dead, is her specialty.

╰┉┈ For her weapon of choice, Dollie uses a victorian styled scissor and victorian axe when fighting. She also carries needles, some are poisonous and some are for healing purposes.

╰┉┈ Dollies creepy factor is uncanny valley. She’s a ball-jointed doll that sits completely still, lifeless in dark and eerie places not making a sound. Don’t imagine an image of that… I’m not responsible for YOUR NIGHTMARES!!!!

╰┉┈ Dollie stalks a lot if not most of her victims. You have about 1-4 days before your dead meat. Even if she fails to kill you Dollie holds grudges for looooooong times and the moment she ever sees you again it’s over.

╰┉┈ What does Dollie do to her victims? She uses their bodies for taxidermy and dresses them up like dolls. It’s a hobby of hers and the reason she kills in the first place.

╰┉┈ Dollies favorite part of the human body are the eyes. She loves their capability to express surreal emotions, The intricate details in the irsis, the way the pupils dilate, everything.

* ೃ༄‧˚ Relationships

Family

╰┉┈ Dollie’s father is a narcissist and abusive towards her mother, herself and her.

╰┉┈ Dollie’s mother is the only family member she loves and is close too. Her mother also reciprocates the feeling of love and care to her.

Friends

╰┉┈ Jeff and Nina are her best friends and hang out often together. They are very important to her.

╰┉┈ Dollie admires Jane & Liu as well as most of the older members in the mansion, she thinks they are super cool.

-NEW-

╰┉┈ In total Dollie is friends with Nina, Toby, Jane, and of course her boyfriend Jeff♡

Jeff The Killer

╰┉┈ ***Jeff was the first person she ever met involved with slenderman. Ever since then they have grown with together and are now extremely close. They have the most fun being on missions and traveling together. They start dating a year after meeting each other so they do get together in the end♡

Nina The Killer

╰┉┈ Dollie and Nina are the bestest of friends! Nina is the 2nd closest person to Dollie.

Offenderman

╰┉┈ Despite what Offender did to Dollie she is still quite fond of him. Since she has problems setting boundaries with people she idealizes him in her head and tries to rationalize their relationship. She’s like, “At least he didn’t leave me in the forest, he took me somewhere safe…” “I deserved it. Why am I fighting him when I probably liked it anyways?”. She likes the attention he gives her and the idea he might genuinely care about her.

Ben Drowned

╰┉┈ Dollie doesn’t like Ben. She finds the pranks and jokes he pulls to be annoying.

-NEW-

Jane The Killer

╰┉┈ Jane doesn’t like the fact that Dollie’s dating Jeff (yk with the whole killing her parents and burning her alive thing…(ㆀ˘･з･˘)) but they are still friends. Granted Dollie didn’t know any of that when she started dating Jeff.

╰┉┈ Jane likes Dollie as a person and just hopes they eventually part ways

-NEW-

Eyeless Lulu

╰┉┈ Lulu fucking HATES DOLLIE. She literally wants her dead.

╰┉┈ There’s a lot of history between them so I’ll just say Dollie attacked Lulu and severely hurt her. So Lulu wants revenge.

* ೃ༄‧˚ Personal Interests

Fashion

╰┉┈ Dollie dresses scene & emo as well as lolita sub genres like hime, mori, gothic & classic lolita. But no matter the fashion style she must have her iconic hair bow.

╰┉┈ Dollie is a bohemian and loves everything to do with the arts.

Music

╰┉┈ What’s kind of music does Dollie like? She’s listens to a wide variety of genres.

Random Tidbits

╰┉┈ Dollie is a cat lover and she especially loves tuxedo & black cats. She actually owns a tuxedo cat! Her name is Yuna and Dollie loves him dearly.

╰┉┈ Dollie’s signature perfume is Miss Dior Eau De Parfume.

╰┉┈ Dollie’s favorite flower is the Lily of the Valley.

╰┉┈ Dollie’s favorite color is baby pink, hot pink, and black.

* ೃ༄‧˚ Outro

Thank you for reading about my beloved Dollie ♥︎

꒰🖋️꒱ Update log:

- 4 sections added 11/16/23

- 1 section edited 4/13/24

- 5 sections added, 3 sections edited, & format changes [June 2024]

- 4 sections added, 2 sections edited, & format changes [September 2024]

- 16 section added, 3 section edited, 1 section removed, & format changes [October 2024] - 1 section edited [November 2024]

- 4 section added & 3 sections edited [December 2024]

- 4 sections added [January 2025]

[ethanrayne]

tagged by @marigoldbaker, gonna do this for.... uh, how about three OCs cause i wanna do one BTVS OC, one Baldur's Gate OC, and then my new guy from a Gravity Falls thing I'm kinda working on.

Use the generator to generate headcanons for your muse and post 5 to 10 results that you agree with!

Julie Delle (BTVS)

Julie can't sit in a chair properly. [i mean. there's a stereotype about bisexual sitting for a reason.]

Julie hates being alone. [she is SUCH a people person]

Julie sleeps in until noon. [not always, but when she's got someone else to open the White Fox, absolutely. usually she sleeps til 10, and the shop opens at 11. hiring Christian has been great for her.]

Julie knocks people over by hugging them. [this has happened to Ethan. Repeatedly. she thinks it's funny.]

Julie gets road rage.

Julie has an incredible long-term memory but an awful short-term memory. [adhd will do that to you. no she's not diagnosed, she was born in 1970. but i made her, so i know.]

Julie steals other peoples clothes. [she has a collection of random shirts and jackets that she just never gave back to various exes, at least two things of her older sister's despite living on different continents now, and a jacket that Ethan has just accepted he's never getting back. It's fine, he stole it from Ripper to begin with.]

Julie got hit by a bus once. [if you ask her, it just grazed her. if you ask Ethan, his life flashed before his eyes. if you ask the doctor that treated her, it was just some bruising and a twisted ankle because Ethan yanked her back onto the sidewalk. they were leaving the white fox to go to lunch. lunch did NOT happen because ethan is overprotective of his family.]

Julie can drive.

Julie has fallen asleep at their desk while working in the middle of the night. [doing inventory as the owner and- at the time- sole employee of a small business is just like that sometimes.]

Mayhem (BG3 Tav)

Mayhem has an incredible spice tolorance.

Mayhem will go feral. Watch out. [do not hurt his people. you will find six knives in your back and wonder where they all came from before you die horribly. he utterly demolished orin to rescue a guy that he still claims he only kind of likes.]

Mayhem sings in the shower. [his childhood best friend is a bard and he knows all the words to many many things. he's not good but that's not really the point of it. it's just fun.]

Mayhem sleeps in until noon. [he's a former thief and even as an adventurer still conducts most of his life by moonlight. noon is early for him.]

Mayhem nearly drowned in a river as a child. [orphan child attempts to teach himself to swim in the Chionthar, is rescued by his best friend in a wildly traumatic incident. may expand on that when i finally write the big Mayhem and Bon fic.]

Mayhem could easily survive The Hunger Games.

Mayhem is a simp. [i hate this word but like. idk man the guy took one look at lae'zel and decided he was gonna do whatever she wants. as far as i can tell that's pretty much textbook.]

Mayhem is in your house. [he's taking anything not nailed down. i hope you kept your gold on you, buddy. everything else is Mayhem's now.]

Mayhem has chronic nightmares. [after the events of BG3? absolutely.]

Mayhem has been to prison. [i would elaborate but this one's gonna be in the fic. he was pretty young, and they let him go after a night or two with a warning, but there's a reason he's so determined to be the stealthiest thief in the city.]

Wolfram Barker (Gravity Falls OC- context is that Wolf is a werewolf scientist that shows up looking for Ford in the 80s only to find Stan instead, shenanigans ensue. Trans/nonbinary, bisexual, bit of a chaos gremlin.)

Wolfram is a switch.

Wolfram can beat you up if deserved. [and will!! luckily for Filbrick Pines he's on the opposite side of the country when Wolf finally ends up hearing about his behavior...]

Wolfram is the gay cousin. [to be fair, so is their little brother Harry, but Wolf is one of five siblings in a larger extended clan of werewolves and easily the most blatantly queer of all of them.]

Wolfram is a dog person. [*snickers* realistically Wolf loves all kinds of animals but dogs are the most likely to get along with them for werewolf reasons.]

Wolfram cries while watching disney movies.

Wolfram sings in the shower. [mostly disco and metal songs. Wolf has interesting music tastes.]

Wolfram can't sit in a chair properly.

Wolfram has an intense fear of spiders.

Wolfram sucks at saying tongue twisters.

Wolfram is smart but also very stupid. [genius scientist with the impulse control of a golden retriever. realistically it's the adhd again because all of my characters are neurodivergent.]

not tagging anyone else bc my brain is soup this week bc of how cold it is so i cannot figure out who to tag. if you wanna do this, grab the generator and the OCs of your choice and have at it!