Promo
Hi hi! My name is Nightmares or Silver. I'm a 22 year old, plural self shipper. My main focus is Lackadaisy, with my OC Silver in a polycule with Mordecai, Viktor, and Serafine. However I have some other side ships and F/Os from other media. As you can probably tell, I adore villains and the "gruff with a heart of gold" types.
I am 100% okay with sharing my F/Os, so long as they're not OCs. I really enjoy talking about shared F/Os together and my DMs are always open to those who want to chat (granted you are 18+).
Outside of self shipping, I'm a huge fan of animations, movies, anime, music, and video games. Horror is my favorite genre, but I also love mystery, romance, thrillers, things with weirdcore vibes, and most things in an old timey setting.
Please read my pinned post before following! I can't wait to meet more folks!
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Hi hi! I just wanted to say I really appreciate the support on my Dorothy x Mordecai fics. It's so sweet people would not only read them, but leave such nice comments as well!
However, I also wanna give a shout out to my good friend @silver-heller. He also has a ship with Mordecai, Mordecai x Silver, and it's so adorable! I love how he writes Mordecai, and his OC Silver is so fleshed out it amazes me. I adore that knife fielding, sassy cat! His series Mordecai x Silver fics is accessible for anyone who wants to read up on the ship outside of his other series (though his series are also fantastic).
No one has to show interest in anything they don't want to, of course, but it kind of gives me bad vibes that we have similar writing styles, use almost the same tags, but my friend with the openly trans character who also posts way more often than me barely gets any attention.
It really bothers me in this fandom that it feels like it's super easy for Mordecai x female ships to get a comfortable amount of attention, but others get thrown to the wayside. So, I'm giving my friend this shout out!
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Sweeten The Deal
(Decided to write up a little promo fic for @havocfarceur's and my fic that will hopefully be dropping tomorrow!)
Warnings: Smoking, kidnapping, vague threats.
Read It On Ao3
You open your eyes, memory in a haze and head throbbing as you look around. You appear to be in some sort of office space, and a quite ornate one at that. You’ve been laid down on a velvet couch by the door, and, just in front of that, there’s a bookshelf and a desk. The bookshelf is a little sparse in places, and quite disorganized in others, a bird statue just next to that, mirrored by the one across the way.
Meanwhile, the desk has a stone pattern on the bottom, and a wooden top, sharing in its rather disorganized nature. There are bowls and bottles of sweets in the left corner, and a supply holder, telephone, and picture cramped to the right, just behind the name plate. Squinting your eyes, you see that it reads “Asa Sweet”.
Looking up to the clean middle, a cat’s paw was there. Following that, there is a man sitting in his tall office chair, although he fills it just fine. The dimming light from outside silhouettes him. It shows off the warm browns of his seat, and the honey of his fur, lighter on the patches around his mouth and eyes. In a way, he resembles a cougar, with his darker ears and tough eyebrows.
He is waiting for you to look at him, taking a puff on his cigar and, when you do, he smiles.
“Good morning sunshine! Sorry about the rude awakening. Those two workers of mine can be a bit…overzealous.”
As he says this, you swear you see a white paw waving at you from the door. However, it is soon pulled away, causing the door to shut in its absence.
The man, who you assume is named Asa, laughs at this small interaction, shaking his head at their antics. He waits for you to respond. Yet, when you don’t, he just shrugs, standing.
“Not much of a talker, huh? Well, that’s alright. I just need to ask you a few questions, you can just nod or shake your head to let me know if I’m getting warmer or not.”
He picks a folder up from his desk, sorting through it as he paces the room. You sit up as he does so, watching him carefully. You have a pretty good idea why you’re here, and your life depends on your next choices.
“Let’s see, it looks as if you're the triggerman for some new time speakeasy, one who is, well, let’s say attempting to go into direct opposition with my own. They even tried to rehire some of my best workers behind my back. Ha! Crafty.”
In one swift motion, he scans the rest of the files in the folder, before shutting it closed, stirring up some of the dust that had settled on it. He looks up at you with such a big smile, far too gleeful for someone who holds the matter of both your life and death firmly in his paws.
As you watch him walk around the room, with that strength in his shoulders, and who knows how much information, you find yourself starting to shake. He stops when he sees this, raising his eyebrows. He makes his way over and you tense, your fur going up on end at his presence.
He sits down next to you, putting a firm yet reassuring paw on your shoulder. His fur is softer than you expected, having prepared yourself for a rough bristle, but, this is soothing. He smells of sugar, which you probably should have expected, considering the name and the amount of candy scattered all around on his desk, but, still.
“You’re alright, sweetheart. It’s not you that I want, but your boss . So, make this easy for yourself. Tell us what you know, and then you’ll be free to go. It’s as simple as that,” he says, voice becoming soft.
“If you want, I can even sweeten the deal. Offer a job, I’ll even give you protection should your boss resent you for it,” he reaches into his pocket, and offers you a wrapped candy, “Chocolate bar?”
You take it, considering. If you’re being honest, you were just desperate for the work, bearing no real loyalties to your boss or the establishment. Looking into Asa’s eyes now, you can tell he’s being truthful, nodding along to your thoughts. He smirks, as if he already knows your response.
“Well?”
You take a deep breath, and…
…
“Come back any time now,” he says as he dismisses you, waving you out the door.
He has your paperwork in his hands as you exit, and you can’t help but wonder if you made the right decision.
You walk out, that black and white cat holding the door for you. Although, he looks mildly less terrifying when he’s not literally chasing after you. He looks straight ahead, not even giving you a glance. You spot someone behind the door too, a gray and black cat, who smirks at you and waves you off with their tail.
You swallow, speed walking away and finally managing to escape this place. Asa was the only bearable one there, you conclude to yourself. In fact, your heart flutters at the idea of seeing him again tomorrow, though you don’t pretend to understand why.
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