#my dm wants us all to suffer I swear

[lillunar]

My beloved monk rogue got banished to the shadow realm, so I had to make a temporary character that my dm may or may not kill off after my party rescues my original character. Note to self: don’t get too attached to the pretty fairy.

[ingo-ingoing-ingone]

A Personal Post

Hi guys, I'm finally making the post I kept telling myself and my best friends I'd make but wanted to put it off until I felt better. That hasn't happened and with how things are going I thought it was best to just post it now.

So for a while, since probably late 2023, I've felt less like my blog is for me, and more like it's some kind of fandom archive. Which, if you use it this way as-is, great! I'm glad my blog could make you happy like that! But that's not what I set out for it to be.

I'm the sort of neurodivergent person who likes to categorize things, including my interests. All my tumblr blogs are specific to one thing, and this one was no exception.

I began tagging things soon after I made the blog because I saw a lot of people were sad about the twins, and I thought "well since I love both sad and happy stuff, and I'm really good about categorizing things, maybe I can try and help!" And according to many, it did help!

But I think that also gave off the impression that I was making this blog for other folks, and that isn't the case. I'm sorry I never clarified. It's not an archive; I do not reblog shipping posts, posts from people I've blocked, AUs I don't click with, and sometimes just not everything I see.

I've gotten popular in the fandom, and for the most part I do, from the bottom of my heart, enjoy it. I have people who care about my hyperfixation! That's amazing! I have people who love my cosplay and want to meet up with me. I've made so many friends of all shapes and sizes and it's probably the most incredible thing I've ever experienced, truth be told.

But yeah my blog being mine has gotten away from me a bit, I think.

I want to keep tagging my submas tags, that isn't going to change. I will tag triggers when asked, unless it's kind of impossible due to the blog's subject (trains, for instance) or a name or really common word (like the word 'head' or something). Other than that please reach out and I'll do my best to remember. But other tags? Those will be up to me. I don't want to tag when OCs show up. I love OCs and like seeing them, and don't want to have to remember that one person who visits my blog doesn't.

I had anon off for a while because honestly ever since making this blog, there have been anons who really made me unhappy. (Also yes, non-anons but that's been fewer and far between). I've gotten misinformation, accusations, horrible and disgusting explicit asks, and criticisms and complaints, and I'm just... Not here for that. Keep the explicit things and misinfo out of my inbox, I am no arbiter of morality or personal decisions, and I am not here for you to share your negative opinions of submas or the fandom.

Anon is on for people who are too self conscious to chat face to face, for people to send fun headcanon ideas (remember when people did that back in 2022 when this blog started? I miss that, it was sweet and wholesome), to share song recommendations... That kind of stuff. If you have an actual problem, please, PLEASE talk to me off anon, whether that be DMs or a non-anon ask that I can answer privately. Especially if we're friends; please, please just talk to me about stuff. I don't bite! I swear!

But yeah the bottom line is I'm here to participate in fun (and sometimes heartbreaking!) fandom stuff. I'm here for FUN, not as my job. I know that we're all a bunch of neurodivergent folks and sometimes interactions can be a swing and a miss, but please try to be mindful. Please treat me like a person and not just like a museum curator for this blog.

Truth is, I haven't been okay for a while now. It's gotten worse this year for sure, and due to life stuff I cannot see things feeling better for me for some time. I need to go day by day for a lot of things, and I am trying to get better about needing to set boundaries and all that sort of thing. I suffer from intense paranoia too, and having so many eyes on me is genuinely terrifying at times. I'm trying to manage that as best I can, but I do ask that folks be kind.

NO I am not going anywhere, my blog is staying and will continue on as normal, but I really, really needed to get this posted.

Please continue to interact with me and chat and everything like that! But also please remember to treat this space, my blog, as my space. Thanks for reading!

[melancholicmarionette]

[Oh shit I did something. I wrote Val and Sam as podcasters. Warning: this is fucking stupid. I literally had to just stop writing bc it made less and less sense as I went on. But I love writing dialogue and it’s silly and this is tumblr. here have a little snack my dudes]

Graveyard Girls Episode 12: Roasting Ember’s Beauty Guru Era at 1 AM

“Hello and welcome to Local Ghost Smash or Pass—”

“I will fucking kill you.”

Valerie had to admit that Sam Manson’s ability to keep a completely straight face while saying the most unhinged nonsense was probably one of the reasons their video podcast was so popular. Her own ability to refrain from actually killing her was the reason it still existed at all. How they’d made it to episode twelve, however, still remained at least partially an enigma.

Though it was overall Danny’s kindness that slowly made his trio of friends into a tenuous quartet, Valerie had slowly become accepted by all of them, once she finally came to terms with Danny’s secret. Sam was the last to come around, though by the time they were both seventeen their tension was less due to fighting over a boy and more due to the fact that they could agree on almost nothing.

Most of Graveyard Girls was the two girls arguing, originally spawned by a viral TikTok Tucker posted, in which Valerie—at Danny’s bizarre request—tried to explain The Bachelor franchise to them and Sam being convinced she was making some of it up. People had been interested, and with Amity Park being a niche-but-also-hot topic, a weekly podcast was born.

“Okay but,” Sam leaned back in a vintage-looking office chair, “if I returned as a ghost, would you sma—” Sam cut herself off with a grunt as she dodged a throw pillow.

The show was mostly the two competing to see who could get the other to essentially rage quit, and while Sam’s personality was surprisingly just as strange as those of her best friends, Valerie was competitive enough to be a worthy opponent.

“You might just be, like, the worst person,” Valerie said, expertly catching the throw pillow as it was hurled back at her. “We’re not even three minutes in and I’m so uncomfortable with the energy you’ve created.”

“So our very last episode is three minutes long and titled Valerie Quits, then?”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you Manson?” For a tense moment they stared each other down. “Say it one more time, see what happens.”

“So what is today’s topic, then?”

It was a challenge, to see if Valerie had forgotten it was her turn to start. She had.

They had the Box Ghost to thank for it, too.

“Okay, so—full disclosure,” she began, and she looked at her phone, “it is…1:16 in the morning. And both of us have been awake for like…”

“More hours than usually recommended,” Sam continued, “for reasons. We wanted to get this episode out on time so we are crunching.”

“And suffering.”

“And suffering quite a bit,” Sam concluded, nodding. “So my topic is that Ember McClain is trying to release eyeshadow palettes.”

“You cannot just drop that on me.”

“It was dropped on me,” Sam told her, “I’ve had to live with this. You don’t read the DMs for our official account so you didn’t see it and this poor lady, she has this indie cosmetics company and she slides into our DMs asking ‘is this person for real? I think she’s a ghost? She wants to collab.’”

“Collab…”

“And she sent me like…a mock up. I’m putting it in the google drive so get ready.”

Valerie picked her phone, opening their shared drive and��sure enough—seeing a digital version of a very Ember-esque palette, showcasing both dark and neon shades.

“She’s unhinged. But like…some of the shimmers on here aren’t terrible.”

“That’s the thing—I don’t like the bright blues and greens but there’s potential here. I could make a look out of it.”

“I’ve got conditions—if she wants to start the beauty guru era of her ‘career’ I need a full press release saying it’s not a complex murder plot,” Valerie said.

“I swear under penalty of perjury that I’m not imprisoning your parents in hamster wheels to power my sound system,” Sam affected an impression that would positively enrage the ghostly pop star as she spun around in her chair.

“My mad power-grab via subliminal mind control is so over, okay? That was the old me. Get to fucking swatching.” Valerie continued, snickering. “We kid, but this is actually peak influencer already.”

“We’re writing her YouTube apology for her,” Sam said, and she trained her eyes on the camera before continuing, “you cannot use this. I know you’re watching, I said your name once, and your Obsession is name-searching the universe. You have to do your own YouTube apology.”

“We should edit her name out before we upload.”

“We should.”

“…We’re not going to.”

“No, and a certain somebody’s gonna be on my ass about it. We should perhaps move on…”

[biscuitbox23]

Dead weight.

summary: you run into the woods to get away from the group, you were reaching the end of your life as you suffer from aplastic anemia, only to get stopped by Rick.

A/n: I’m not a medical expert, i have no familiarity with the field of medicine I am just an idiot who is a sucker for terribly made sad stories. This may be a very long opening to the actual climax so im sorry for that :( please do DM me for advice on how i can make my fanfictions better!

Warnings: inaccurate depictions of the illness, non-established relationship (rick and reader), mentions of death, angst, cursing. (Not much due to me being a minor.) somewhat bad grammar since English isn’t my second language.

words: 1.3K

It has been a while, well, a while since you had a good stock of medicine. You had been in an abandoned cabin a few months after the outbreak. During it, you got stuck in a pharmacy in Atlanta. The law was gone now, so you hoarded a ton of antibiotics, capsules, injections, and anything you could get your grubby hands on.

When Rick and Daryl saved you from a trio of men who were trying to take advantage of you, you joined them and did not stay inside forever, especially when blood stained the floors of your shelter. It was a mistake.

You wanted to stay with yourself, isolated from the horrors and sacrifices that the world has offered now. It was harder to find medication now that most stores were stripped clean. It was easier for you to catch minor fevers, and you tended to have more rest than the others in the group. The only reason you were there is because you knew how to survive.

In the woods, in the apocalypse, no problem. Whatever your dad knew your dad would teach you, he was an outdoor person and loved to forage different shrooms and plants. God knows what happened to him.

You grew closer to the group, helping them find food and clean water, scavenging what you can find in abandoned retail stores (even if it does not have much importance.)

Now you find yourself walking out of Alexandria by attempting to climb the steel borders to the outside of the wall, your head spinning as drowsiness has consumed you to your very core, yet you still have the urge to continue. Or else you are just dead weight. You had a few foot slips —you swear, Enid makes it look easy— but managed to get out. You can sense your muscles aching as if you did not even have the strength to pull yourself up despite climbing trees more than a million times when you were a teen. You needed to disappear 

from the people, the group. Rick.

Rick was a leader, for sure. He had all the correct morals and cunningness and looked up to him for it. You were no longer the person of any use to him and his group. You could not even defend yourself without stumbling down to the ground.

You were around when T-dog and Lori passed away. You 

remembered falling for Rick when you first saw him, only to discover he had a pregnant wife and a kid. It started like a rocky road. You were so used to the isolation that it took a lot of convincing to get you to come with them to the prison.

You took a liking to his daughter Judith. You loved babies. It was a surprise. You thought that you would never find a baby in this world again. Carl was the closest to you. You tell him stories about your life and would do the same, reminiscing about the world that used to be. He praised his father a lot and got a good idea of what Rick was like as a father. Hershel would check up on your health while Rick would stand beside the old sport as Hershel examines you.

Making your way into the woods, you stopped by a tree to take a breather. Your hands were on your knees as you stared down to the ground, crinkles of the leaves crushing on the bottom of your shoes. The night was cold and airy. The chill on the tip of your nose was evident as you took one more glance at the haven that shielded the real outside world from its inhabitants. The sour stench of rotting meat was not detectable and gave some fresh air — It is not like you cannot get fresh air in Alexandria. You want to be alone most of the time.

“thought I'd find you here." A voice called out, the voice echoing in your ears sounding familiar as the crunching of leaves has gotten closer and closer.

“fuck” you curse under your breath, “how did you find me?”

“Carl saw you tryin’ to climb the walls.”

“huh,” you playfully scoffed but was met with a chill and a cough, “thought I was being sneaky…”

“what're you doin’ out here?” Rick asks out of the blue, staring you up and down as you lean back into the tree.

“Rick," you sighed heavily, “go back.”

“I'm not goin’ back till you tell me what happened, y‘know that, don’t you?” Rick asked with a twinge of concern mixed with his southern drawl.

You paused.

“I'm leaving, Alexandria,” You rubbed your forehead as your stomach grumbled. Sliding down to sit as your back leaned onto the tree further.

“If this is about your illness we can make—“Before Rick could finish his sentence you interrupted.

“Make it work? Yeah, I don’t think so…” You retorted, “You don’t understand, Rick. I have a condition where my bone marrow doesn't produce enough blood cells, and I have no meds to help me, what are the chances of finding a pharmacy? A pharmacy where it has all the things I need to survive?” You spat, frustration filling your mind like hot liquid.

“Denise can help you, Y/n, you have seen her efforts in helping you,” You can sense Rick’s desperation to get you back to Alexandria’s infirmary. His voice remained gentle but firm.

“Why, Rick?” Your eyes stared into Rick's ocean blue orbs, frustration, and confusion, “I’m not strong, anymore. I can’t go on runs, anymore. I can’t protect anyone.”

“Because we still need you—“

“Maybe it’s you who still needs me, Rick…” You spat, leaning your head on the wood as you got the strength to finally stand up, with the support of the tree, of course.

“Y/n we can discuss this once we get back,” Rick sighed, coming closer to you as he held both your arms gently.

A rush of adrenaline painfully scours into your veins as you push him away with all the remaining strength you have.

“GODDAMNIT RICK, WHY CANT YOU JUST LET ME DIE OUT THERE!” You yelled at him. “YOU KNEW I WAS GOING TO BE A BURDEN AND YOU SAW HOW MANY PILLS I HAD ON THE TABLE!”

Rick scoffed, “You're giving up now? After all that has happened? The prison, terminus… and you decide to end it all here? Where we’re finally safe?” His tone wasn’t as gentle but it was now harsher, deeper.

“if you think more treatments, will change anything, it won’t. I'm done and I won't let you guilt me into continuing this charade.”

“then what’re you gon’ tell Carl, hm? That you’re sick of bein’ alive so now you’re gonna leave?”

“This isn’t about Carl, Rick it’s about you keeping me to fill in the gap of what Lori gave you,” you glare with poison in your very eyes. “Leaving you to care for a child that was never yours.”

Rick went quiet, as you realized what you had said, “i-I’m sorry… Rick…” you pleaded, holding his hands.

Rick sighed, “Maybe you're right."

You nodded, your breath becoming shorter as your legs finally give in. You feel your body starting to shut down. Rick helped you sit down comfortably on the ground. You were paler and had many bruises on your arms and legs. You were heating up again.

“I'm sorry, Rick,” you breathed heavily, clutching the hand he gave you.

“It’s okay, Y/n,” Rick comforted you, kissing her knuckles as her legs trembled. Rick’s voice was shaky, almost labored.

“I don’t wanna turn, you can ask Daryl to keep my gun, you’ll need it,” You softly chuckled. Rick looked at you, taking his revolver from his holster.

“Get back to Alexandria, to Judith…” you smiled as you felt bile in your throat, blocking your airway and your heartbeat becoming more abnormal.

Rick gives you a final kiss on the head as an act of kindness and comfort on the edge of a quick and painless death.

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a/n: Hello everyone! This is my very first Fanfic and I thought about it on the spot 😭 Reading it for me makes me kinda cringe but don’t we all? Anyways hope you guys enjoyed it (cuz I didn’t but I’m a sucker for tragic love)

[whoreforharleezy03]

the Harlow household 🫶

warnings: talks about IVF if you squint, mostly fluff

summary: it all started when...

a\n: this is my first story about the Harlow's and i want to write more about them. This is kind of just so you can get to know them and everything, hope you like it! (also y/n has no race so it could be anyone! But her pronounce are she/her, if you want me to make a fiction with other pronounce dm me 🥰)

This is also kind of short but whatever 😌💅

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When you found out that you were expecting you were quite suprised. You and Jack weren't really trying but you guys weren't preventing it, you just didn't think it would actually happen.

You decided that you wanted to suprise your husband by setting up a box and putting a little onesie with your pregnancy test in it.

But when he came home, you got too excited and didn't waste any time.

"I'm pregnant!" you said, trying to hide the happy tears in your eyes.

Jack just stared at you, having no idea what to say or do. 

Your excitement went down, thinking he was disappointed.

"Are you mad?"

Jack looked at you, still no words coming out of his mouth.

Until he finally was able to form a sentence

"No, no, I just wasn't expecting that. I'm just in shock."

Then it finally hit him, he was going to be a father.

"You're pregnant?" he asked

You nodded.

"Y/n, you're actually pregnant?"

You nodded with more excitement.

"I fucking love you so much." He said as he pulled you into the tightest hug.

That was the day your life would change forever.

-

Your first pregnancy was tough, you had mood swings all over the place, your morning sickness was terrible, you had heart burns and swollen feet. But Jack loved all those things about you.

Jack knew it was going to be a girl from the start, so it was not a suprise to him when the cake was revealed to be pink. 

On January 24th you went into labor after being 8 days overdue. You were so relieved to finally get to birth that damn child and stop being pregnant, but little did you know you ended up to be in labor for 38 hours. It was a nightmare! When you wrote on your birth plan that you wanted an 'all natural labor with no epidural' you weren't expecting to be in labor for 38 hours?!?

Poor Jack had to suffer too

"I SWEAR TO GOD WE ARE NOT GETTING ANOTHER ONE"

Was a quote you said often, or-

"I AM GOING TO RIP YOUR FUCKING BALLS OFF"

You also used.

Jack had never in his life been more scared of you, the poor man was just trying to give you the ice chips you asked for.

On January 26th 12:01 AM, you had a beautiful baby girl. 

You two hadn't really thought of a name that much, or- you had talked about it often, you could just never agree on a name.

But looking at her, the name just somehow came to you.

~Amani Noelle Harlow~

-

Children really do change you. A year ago you were problably drinking with your friends or having a romantic night out with your husband.

Now you two were sleep deprived with a one year old and probably haven't showered in two weeks.

Amani was looking more and more like Jack over time.

Her freckles were getting more noticeable, her curls and her eyes were becoming just like his.

She is truly his doppelgänger.

-

When Amani was two you found out that you were pregnant again.

Now this time you were trying.

Jack sat there with you on the bathroom floor, waiting for a positive answer after many negative ones.

You didn't understand why and how you got pregnant when you weren't trying but now that you were trying, God doesn't let you. You've been trying for months and you had almost given up. You had been starting to think about IVF but decided to try maybe a few more tries before deciding to go on that difficult road.

But after that three minute timer, expecting disappointment when you would look at the test result it turned out to be... positive?

You were shocked, Jack cried, you hugged. You were reliving the same best day as three years ago.

Your second pregnancy was way easier. Of course you had morning sickness but not like when you had your first.

-

" Dad, do you also have a baby in your belly like mama."

" No.. why? "

" Oh, then you're just fat. "

Amani's personality was definitely shining through.

She was sassy and determined. She went by her own rules and didn't listen to anybody else. You could say that all those traits came from her mother.

You were due on may 8th but you went into labor on april 16th and had her at the 17th of april at 3:07 PM, this time you only had to suffer through nineteen hours of labor instead of thirty eight.

You decided on her name probably a month before she was born, and Jack liked and agreed on the name-

~ Ayla Adele Harlow ~

-

Now two years later you are so happy that all that happened.

With your loving husband, your sassy five year old and your shy two year old things couldn't be more great.

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(Okay so this is NOT my best work but like i said this is just kind of an introduction to this series so please feel free to send requests 🫶)

[rhapsodyred-writes]

What DND classes would your Rent-Free's choose if they were to start a game together? How funny would them playing a tabletop RPG together be?

Sans - DM Red - Barbarian Violet - Druid Nyx -Rogue Ash - Cleric Nightmare - Warlock Fresh - Bard

Only chaos lives here now. (whoops my hand slipped)

“for the last time, it’s a reinforced steel door.” The sighs behind the DM’s screen were the only indication of Sans’s thoughts on the matter.

“no kinda reinforced steel is any match for me!” Red was all bravado.

“alright, roll to break down the door.”

The sound of a rolling die was immediately followed by silence.

“red, what’d you roll?” Sans asked, already smirking behind his screen.

“i don’t wanna talk about it.”

Chuckles broke out around the table and Sans peeked over his screen to see Red’s die displaying a proud 2.

“hmm, with your +2 strength modifier that’s a 4, so…” He trailed off teasingly and watched as Red’s eyelights flared before he settled back down in his seat.

“i don’t break the door.”

“you sure don’t.”

More laughter spread around the table as Red’s face turned, well, red.

“an impenetrable door, huh?” Nyx leaned back in his seat, looking awfully smug.

“yeah i’d like to see you break it down.” Red growled.

“oh no, this is a job for finesse.”

“guys seriously, this is a locked door.” Sans was beginning to sound tired behind his DM screen.

“yeah, and i have a lock picking set,” Nyx replied, leaning forward.

Sans sighed deeply and leaned his skull against one hand. “alright, roll to lock pick.”

The sound of a rolling die was followed by…

“are you funking kidding me?” Red sounded both surprised and outraged, but he was barely heard over the sounds of Nyx’s triumphant cackling.

“yes! nat 20!” Nyx slammed his hands down on the table, jostling everyone else's dice.

“i’m never dming a game for you guys again.”

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“so you’re gonna need to ask the barkeep-”

“i wanna seduce them.”

“nyx, i swear to-”

“come on, it’s my stars-given right!”

Sans sighed, deep and long-suffering. 

“fine, role persuasion.”

The sound of a rolling die was followed shortly by-

“FUNK!”

Which was then followed by assorted laughter.

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“before you stands a dire wolf.” 

“i cast animal friendship.” Violet didn’t hesitate a second before making his intentions clear.

“you-” Sans cut himself off. “alright, you’ve befriended the dire wolf. what now?”

Vi shrugged. “i just wanted to pet it.”

A snorted laugh was quickly covered up - so quickly that it was hard to tell who it was. Whoever it was though, knew well enough not to poke too much fun.

Red, however, was never prone to subtlety.

“and if any of you funkers hurts it, i’ll turn that back on ya!” He glowered evenly around the table, at five people who most likely had no intentions of hurting Vi’s temporary pet wolf.

��Bro, unrad.” Fresh was the only one who spoke. “Ain’t any of us gonna mess with his dog, no need for threats, yo.”

“red relax.” Vi sighed, rolling his eye. “fresh is right, we’re all on the same side here. and even if someone did want to hurt it, it’s a fictional wolf, it's not real.”

–

It was nearing the stage in a session when Red usually became belligerent and fighty, and by the looks on the faces around the table, no one really wanted to deal with it.

“i’m just sayin’ it’s a dumb rule, ok?!”

“no one’s fighting you on that, you don’t have to yell.” Ash’s voice was quiet, but his tone was tense. “you don’t like the rules, get creative.”

“yeah,” Nyx piped up. “i once heard of someone who used a summon water spell inside an enemy to basically blow them up."

It didn’t seem like Red was listening, and his chair was beginning to creak in his grasp.

“ok, if you can’t calm down, i’m gonna ask you to step away.” Sans didn’t want to issue these kinds of warnings, but with Red and his temper, it had become somewhat of a necessary measure.

“what?!” As usual, Red didn’t take it well.

“Broski chill, it’s just a game, yo!” 

Instead of having the calming effect he’d intended, Fresh’s words seemed to make Red burn even hotter, but he didn’t have a chance to interrupt.

“Besides, last I checked, I can put ya ta sleep in game. All I gotta do is say da word.” His grin had turned devilish at some point, and without realizing it, Red gave an inch. Fresh took a mile. “If ya can’t settle down, I could take ya outta da game, real easy-like.”

“wait, no, you can’t do that!” 

“Can’t I? Look around, broski - no one here wants ta deal with ya whinin’ anymore. If ya think one of ya teammates’d wake ya after da kinda behaviour ya showin’, ya gonna be real disappointed.”

Red glanced around at the others around the table. Vi was wincing, fidgeting with his hands in a way Red knew meant he was trying to keep from touching at his head injury.

“alright fine.” He deflated and sat back in his seat. “i’m not happy about it though.”

It was then that he noticed a flash of purple slip back behind Fresh’s shades as Fresh settled back into his own chair, every trace of a threat now gone from his demeanour.

“A’ight, so we good?”

Red nodded. Fresh grinned.

“See how nice it is when we all get along?”

Terrifying.

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“I don’t suppose you could heal me properly?”

“nightmare, all due respect - shut the funk up.”

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“ok,” Sans started, holding back a laugh. He’d never expected to have to ask this. “does anyone want to trade dice with ash?”

Nyx and Red broke into snickers that had the atmosphere in the room take a worryingly electrified turn.

“don’t say that like it’s my fault my dice are mutinying.” Ash grumbled, glaring at the die that had just barely healed Nightmare from the last battle. This wasn’t the first time any of his dice had screwed him though. The one he used to roll for healing was consistently giving him low rolls, often just enough to do some minor healing, and that was after adding the modifier.

“Might I suggest getting a new set of dice?” Nightmare asked.

Ash grumbled a few unintelligible swears. The only indication that they were swears at all was the unholy quacking sound that censored them.

“here.” Sans leaned over his screen and deposited a few replacement dice in front of Ash. “stars know this party needs a cleric who can heal.”

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“i don’t funkin’ believe this.”

“Is something the matter?”

“well, not “the matter” per se, it’s more like-”

“how’re you acin’ all your damn rolls?!”

Nightmare glanced up to where Red was leaning over the table, glaring at his dice as though they’d somehow offended him. To Nightmare’s right, Ash was silently simmering, too proud to use the dice that Sans had supplied, and past Ash Sans was smiling somewhat apologetically. 

“it’s not bad, just…weird.” Sans said, his expression turning sheepish. “it’s, uh, a little uncanny actually.”

“i can’t even pass a seduction check, and he’s funking carrying this party single-handedly! sorry fresh.” 

Fresh accepted Nyx’s apology with a nod.

At last Ash spoke up.

“trade dice with me.”

[charlieslittlenest]

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Hi, I'm Charlie! my pronouns are It/That :]

I'm ->

21

Spooky

AuDHD (support level 2) + (anxiety) (highly likely cPTSD but no oficial diagnosis yet(I do suffer almost all of the symptoms listened and have the childhood trauma to back it up!) Thanks dad/s)

Nonhuman

Cryptidkin + Crowkin + Catkin(black cat) + Koikin (I’m a fusion of these but didn’t know how to mesh into a single word/kin)

Agender

Demi + Pan

Brazilian 🇧🇷

I age regress! (SFW)

~I’m a baby/toddler/little kid regressor~

~little age varies between 1, 3 and 5~ (no in between ages, just the three listed)

Things I like:

fnaf, minecraft(I need someone to play scape and run parasites with me so bad like please my boyfriend hates the mod and I’m easily scared), scp, crows(all birds tbh), moray eels(and aquatic life in general), a bunch of youtubers, mascot horror, analog horror, cartoons(villainous is the favorite), monster high, my cockatiels, playing my guitar, drawing, music(favorite band is ajr but I also like a LOT of stuff), indie horror games(too many to list), squishmallows, and many MANY more things!

This Blog is safe to ALL systems!

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[pangolinheart]

Do you think that you might get to know some traits of the person through their OC? or have you ever met someone who gave you bad vibes trough their OC or even the opposite?

Hmmmm... I think it really depends! It depends largely on the person and somewhat on the medium and context. I think often you can infer some basic information about a person based on the type of OC they play, but I would hesitate to make any judgments about the person on that basis alone.

There are definitely people who make OCs that function as self-inserts, and in video game RPGs this is probably more common because that's kind of the intended purpose of the player character. There are a lot more people that weave certain aspects of themselves, intentionally or unintentionally, into their OCs. It may be that their OC parallels one of their own characteristics, or that they make an OC that doesn't suffer from one of their perceived flaws. Sometimes people don't do this explicitly, it just slips in. I know people who would swear up and down that they try to make OCs as different from themselves as possible but, if you know them, you can line up their characters in your head and see the through-line. And I don't think that this is a bad thing! I don't think obscuring all traces of yourself within your OC should be a goal. Your characters may all be very different, but they all have at least a small piece of you in there. That's what allows you to write them realistically, and to understand them, even if their beliefs and actions are completely different from yours. That being said, I think it would be a mistake to judge someone on a single character of theirs if you have limited out-of-character interaction to go on. Sometimes it can be hard to tell who is channeling themselves through their OCs and who is just good at playing a role. And, if there is a portion of the person in their OC, there's rarely an easy way to determine which portion it is. You should, of course, trust your gut. If in-character interactions with someone make you uncomfortable, I think it's entirely reasonable to remove yourself from that situation. It may not be that the other party is a a bad person or has malicious intentions, it may just be that their style or preferences aren't for you. And that's okay! But, in general, I think it's better to base your judgments of a person on a combination of their in-character and out-of-character personas.

An example: Most of my recent experiences with collaborative storytelling have been through D&D (which, it turns out, I'm not very good at!) I was invited at the very last minute to join an in-person group, predominately made up of people I had never met before. Because I didn't have much time to come up with a character and didn't know anything about the setting, I decided to use a warlock character I had made for a different campaign. This was, in hindsight, probably a poor choice, but my thought at the time was that this character would do whatever her completely-unknowable patron asked of her, so she was easy for the DM to introduce to the story and had a built-in reason for wanting to participate. However, this warlock was... not very likeable. At all. It wasn't really un unintended consequence, being kind of awful was just part of her character (I can't help it. I have a weakness for Terrible Women.) The sessions went alright, and the campaign went on for more than a year, and I became good friends with the other people in the group. At one point, though, two of them told me that after the first few sessions they had been... a little afraid of me They didn't know me at all personally and, being new the the game themselves, assumed that I played a character with a similar personality to my own lol. They said that after we had spent time together out-of-session they realized that I was a pretty relaxed an nice person, and that my warlock was just a character. So, it all worked out, but if they had decided they didn't want to hang out with me outside of the game because they thought I was mean and scary we probably wouldn't have become friends lol.

This is solely out of my own personal experience and shouldn't be taken as a general rule, but for some reason I've observed that it's easier for a nice person to play a mean-spirited character than it is for a mean-spirited person to play a nice character.

There are some characters that give me bad vibes, though. There's a certain kind of dark, edgy, morally gray, male character that I've come to associate with a certain type of person at a certain stage in their life. They're usually brooding and standoff-ish, and their creator clearly wants you to be impressed by how mysterious and dark they are. If it's a medium where it's possible to have an over-powered character, they're likely over-powered from the jump. I do find myself trying to avoid this type of character. I don't know that the player is necessarily a bad or mean person, it's just something that in my experience has led to uncomfortable situations. There's nothing wrong with playing a character with a dark backstory or who has a brooding personality, but in my opinion it's easy to tell when there's a level of self-awareness behind it or when the creator is at a point in their life when they think this is what a "cool" character is like.

Anyway sorry this is so long! Brevity is not one of my virtues! I hope it answered your question!

[pillatedcompills]

asks

STOP SENDING ME FUCKING ASKS AND TELLING ME TO JUST SUCK SHIT UP AND MOVE ON. YOU'RE NOT FUCKING HELPING, LEAVE ME ALONE. LITERALLY GO AWAY!?!!?!? LET ME SUFFER IN PEACE I DON'T FUCKING NEED HELP . IT'S NOT "IM TOO SCARED TO ADMIT I NEED HELP" ITS I LITERALLY DON'T WANT HELP. I WANT TO DIE, I WANT TO END MY LIFE. YOU THINK CURSING AT ME AND BEING AGGRESSIVE TOWARDS ME THROUGH ANON ASKS IS GONNA FUCKING HELP!??! NO IT ISN'T AND IT FUCKING DOESN'T. I DON'T WANT HELP LEAVE ME ALONE LEAVE ME ALONE LEAVE ME ALONE GO AWAY GO AWAY GO AWAY. STOP SAYING "MOVE ON" IM NOT GOING TO MOVE ON, IM GOING TO KEEP HURTING AND I'M GOING TO STAY THE SAME. LET ME LIVE WHATEVER LIMITED LIFE I FUCKING HAVE AND STOP BOSSING ME AROUND GOOD FUCKING LORD GO AWAY. IM TIRED IM SICK OF IT IM DONE. PLEASE ITS OBVIOUS PEOPLE HATE ME, ITS OBVIOUS. IM NOT DIGGING A GRAVE, AND EVEN IF I AM I'LL FUCKING LIE IN IT. I MADE MY BED, AND NOW I WILL LIE IN IT. ONE MORE FUCKING ANON ASK AND I'M SLICING MY FUCKING THROAT I SWEAR, I'VE GOT 10 BLADES. I WILL USE THEM ALL, AND I WILL DO IT. IF YOU WANT TO TALK TO ME JUST FUCKING DM ME STOP HARRASSING ME THRROUGH MY INBOX. SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP I DON'T WANT TO HEAR IT LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE..

[dysfunctional-illusionist]

this is what I compiled from my dnd lore that doesn't make me want to administer bleach directly into my eyeballs. I think it's an improvement, considering past me can't use references to save their lazy artist ass, or even colour inside the lines arghhhhhhh

This self hatred is but fuel to the fires of being better. bro i swear all I wanted was to design characters for my stories and look at me now

without detailing too much, I give my femboys colourful glowy curses because I need to make them suffer. Adventuring isn't enough. They need to reach villain potential in case my DM wants to pit the party members against each other in a gaspworthy moment of found family betrayal. i mean what

[pyroreadscomics]

Also: some observations I've made reading 200+ Catwoman comics once again below the cut for the sake of your dashboard

One thing though that's really become obvious to me in this undertaking is there's a real like... Dunning-Kruger but for comics thing I personally was suffering from because like... I thought I understood Catwoman going into this. I got into this thinking I just needed to brush up on some of the finer details of her canon and personality, real minute stuff. I didn't know Maggie existed. I didn't know Holly was an important character. I didn't know there had been multiple canon to the main universe Catwomen. I think I new she was bi but really all my assumptions were based on the watered down and/or altered versions of Selina that popped up in adaptions. And now, having followed this one character through an incomplete catalog of twenty years worth of stories, and I'm painfully aware of how deep the rabbit hole on comic book characters goes. I'm looking at villains I once thought i understood because I'd seen them in adaptions and as cameos in other peoples stories, like Riddler and Penguin and I'm now thinking "I probably know less than nothing about you guys". And it's not like I now understand Catwoman (Well, I kinda do) because I'm aware the that the 90s were a big pivotal decade, both for Catwoman (getting her first ongoing series, Jim Balent being her defining artist, multiple spin off, and just generally you don't get 94 issues where nothing important happens in ant of them) and for comics as a whole (the grimdark era, rise of indie comics, the collectors bubble and how that impacted the business side of things). But I know nothing about what Selina is up to, for the entire decade aside from "wearing that purple boobsock costume with the black gloves and boots". And... like, if every run I've read as exposed me to a new facet of Selina, I hesitate to think how much of my mental image of Selina is based off assumptions that are disproved in that 90s series. So despite reading an amount of Catwoman that I'm certain puts me in a fairly high percentile, not just among general comic readers but also people who make fan content where Selina is a/the main character, I hesitate calling myself an expert on Catwoman (even with the caveats of “fan” and “amateur”). (... I just realized that could be read as a bit backhanded towards said fan creators, so, to be clear: please don't stop making Catwoman content. I'm weird please do not use me as a baseline of required Catwoman knowledge. I have read so many bad comics in this endeavor spare yourself the pain. But also maybe read Newell's and Brubaker's stuff it's good I swear it's all you'll ever need.) Also, I've been, for my own fun, keeping a ranked list of the main Catwoman writers and when I'm done Volume 2 i might clean that up a bit and post it to spark a discussion/argument (judging by the Catwoman tag, my placement of Tini Howard at 6th might raise eyebrows if nothing else) Or maybe I'll pad it out with all of Catwoman's other writers, the guest writers, spin-off writers, the ones from that Anthology novel. And do something like a detailed worst to best rundown of thirty something writers judged by their ability to tell stories about a furry thief in head to toe leather.

Lastly, because i don't know how else to end this: If anyone else has read a bunch of Catwoman and wants to share thoughts, my inbox and DMs are open because I have a bunch of thoughts and no one to talk to (also, insight from more entrenched readers or even just ones with different perspectives, would be nice)

I have read over 200 Catwoman comics

That's not a boast btw, that's an explanation as to why I'm like this.

For context, and I don't think I've mentioned it here on Tumblr but: I'm endeavoring to read every Catwoman comic ever, or at least, every single issue of her solo appearances. I didn't start out planning this, this started out as fanfic research for Tim and Jason fic where Selina was going to show up in a supporting role. And I ended up reading one story and that alone got hooked. Within a month I'd acquired multiple blorbos of the highest order and now I must read everything. (So my opinions can be the most informed and correct) And as of this week, I've caught up with the current run of Catwoman (and Catwoman: Knight Terrors for good measure) and with that I've completely read Catwoman Volumes 1, 3, 4, and 5 along with a bunch of spin-off limited series and one-shots like Future State, Future's End, Defiant, Lonely City, etc etc. And now it's looking like my last big undertaking is going to be reading Volume 2 (aka the Jim Balent 90s series) and after that it's just going to be cleaning up the last few spin off solos and then... either I'm going to need to start obsessing over a new character, or actually try to read everything (and start combing through detective comics and Batman stories Selina and/or Co. appears in). Also, if anyone is wondering about that 200 number, it's only counting comic issues where "Catwoman" is in the title of the series (not story or issue). So it's not counting stuff like Selina's assorted appearances in Batman, Birds of Prey, JLA i think? (The New 52 was wild enough that I'm willing to believe that happened). And it's also not even Gotham City Sirens which i have read and yeah that title might as well be "The Harley Quinn, Poison Ivy, and Catwoman Team Up" but... I'm not counting it because i don't want to open the door to counting up every issue of Batman I've read and seeing how many of those she's made appearances in. Though, counting Batman and Sirens and the like, it's probably pushing but yet past three hundred.

[fandomlovingfreak]

Welcome to Hawkins (4/?)

Eddie Munson x F!Reader

one two three

Rating: SFW (no lemon)

Includes: Friends to Lovers, Alternate Universe where Eddie & reader are around 24 (it’s still 1986 though) and Eddie isn’t from Hawkins, Fake/pretend relationship, begging to go along with a crazy plan, best friends, the proposal AU (loosely based!), meeting the parents, protective dad

Word Count: 1087

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Summary: When you slip up and tell your mom you’d be bringing your “serious boyfriend” home for your week-long family reunion, who else would you turn to but your best friend, Eddie?

AU that’s loosely based on “the proposal”  (aka I rewatched and am obsessed w Eddie Munson rn) Eddie is NOT from Hawkins in this fic!

Disclaimer: I do not own Eddie Munson or the Stranger Things universe. This work has not been created for profit or financial compensation, and is a transformative fair use work in accordance with Section 107 of the United States Copyright Act.

Notes: Thank you for all the love (comments, likes, reblogs, etc.) I really appreciate it. Here is Eddie’s POV!

y/ln = your last name, y/mn = your mothers name, y/dm = your dad’s name

Enjoy (Eddie’s POV)

I swear I've endured hours of pointless small talk at this point. The clock behind Mr. (y/ln) indicates a half-hour has passed since we sat down on the couch.

Being a pretend, serious boyfriend was a drag, but the way (y/n) has her hand so casually rested on my thigh... it wasn't that bad, I suppose.

The warmth from her hand is distracting, though, and I'm only catching half of what (y/mn) is saying about the Hawkins Supermarket. I really should be used to (y/n) being this close. She spends half her time at my apartment, sitting closer than this on the couch when we watch shitty tv or whatever film she's picked up from Family Video that Friday.

What made this touch different from (y/n) falling asleep on my shoulder during a Halloween marathon? Because it was a conscious choice? Because there was an audience? Because I liked it?

Maybe this wasn't as much of a perk as I initially thought. I mean, it's fake; she doesn't actually want to touch me like we're this close. 

Being a fake boyfriend is a terrible gig, I decide. This hand-on-my-thigh situation is not good for me. There are absolutely no perks to being a fake boyfriend. 

The jacket I'm receiving in return for my services is starting to feel like shitty payment as my mood spoils, realizing I'm enjoying her touch a little too much. But, (y/n) would despise me if I backed out now. Which I really didn't want.

Glancing over at (y/n), I see her poorly hidden boredom. At least she's suffering, too, even if it's a different type of suffering. Suffering that didn't at all compares to the conflict her touch is inflicting.

Even her suffering isn't as bad as mine.

I'm dragged from my thoughts when (y/n) says, "Mom, I made a reservation at the motel--" 

I look between the women, trying to understand what I've missed in the conversation. (y/n)'s father doesn't look happy, making my skin crawl. If Mr. (y/ln) is upset, it can't be good for me, fake boyfriend or not.

"Don't be ridiculous, sweetheart," (y/n)'s mom waves her off, "You'll both stay here with us. Your room is all made up with new sheets."

"Mom, we couldn't intrude like that--" (y/n)'s eyes widen as she glances at me.

"(y/mn)," (y/n)'s father says, "They can--"

(y/n)'s mom gives her father a warning look, "We discussed this, (y/fn). They're staying here." 

Mr. (y/ln) blinks at his wife but doesn't argue further. His gaze turns icy when it lands on me.

Yay, this should be a fun week.

(y/n)'s mother leads us towards the small bedroom, chatting about how they renovated the bathroom recently.

"Thanks, mom," (y/n) smiles at her mother as I set our suitcases at the base of her bed.

"Let me quickly show you the bathroom, and then we'll let you two settle in before dinner."

(y/n) glances at me, ensuring I'm all good before trailing behind her mother.

Mr. (y/ln) clears his throat, "I don't like this. You sharing a bed with my daughter."

I catch myself before I say something stupid back to him, "I--"

"There are some rules under my roof, Eddie. You and I will be on good terms if you respect my rules. I understand my daughter's-- she's in a relationship with you, but I expect there to be no... funny business in these walls," Mr. (y/ln) says with a grin and an accompanying hand on the shoulder.

I've dated enough women and met enough fathers to know that grin looked friendly but really meant 'if you touch my daughter, I'll gut you like a fish.'

I'm tempted to say something inflammatory back, but I promised (y/n) I'd try to get along with her father. Besides, there won't be any 'funny business' going on behind this door anyways. 

This could be my one moment of telling the truth.

"Of course, sir." I add on the 'sir' at the end because, in my experience, dads eat that shit up. Dads with daughters were a different breed of nuts.

"Good man," he grips my shoulder tightly, shaking me slightly. Another warning that he could quite literally snap me in half.

"Jesus Christ, what have I gotten into..." I mutter under my breath as I unzip my suitcase.

I look around the room, noticing all the posters, trophies, and crap that looks like it hasn't been touched since 1982. Above the dresser, an eighteen-year-old (y/n) had taped a John Travolta poster, a big pink lipstick heart around his head.

I chuckle, taking a step closer to examine the poster before looking at the items on top of the dresser. A second-place gymnastics trophy and a picture of a younger version of my fake girlfriend with a brown-haired girl sit side by side.

Should I know who this girl is? I'm sure she's never mentioned a best friend in Hawkins. (y/n) thinks I'm a terrible listener; it's only partially true. I remember stories... but names and details usually escape me.

For instance, I know of her ex-boyfriend from high school... Scott? Stefan? I know it starts with an 's'.

But she's never mentioned a friend. It's hard to get information out of her from her past. I'd wager that I'm her closest friend, and she still keeps certain things from me.

"Her name is Nancy," (y/n) says. I turn towards the doorframe where (y/n) is holding a white towel, "My mom wanted you to know there are about five other spare towels in the bathroom down the hall."

I ignore her second statement, wanting to know more about Nancy, "Is she your best friend? Nancy?"

(y/n) looks thoughtful, "I would say she was my best friend at one point. We went to different colleges, and... you know, people drift apart with distance."

I nod. That's understandable, "Fair enough."

"Sorry about my dad," she laughs awkwardly, "If it makes it any better, he was this rough with Steve too."

Steve! That's the guy's name! "Why would it bother me? It's not like I'm an actual threat to 'his daughter's purity.'"

She chuckles, "Still. He's rough when you first meet him, but I swear he's a teddy bear."

Playfully, I roll my eyes, "Yeah, I'm sure. That's what they all say."

Her grin is worth the moments of awkwardness I've already dealt with. If she's happy, and this works, I'm happy.

I look down at my open suitcase, pulling an ugly blouse-like shirt out, "So, how are we sleeping?" 

[moonctzeny]

nct 127 as computer engineering majors (suggestive/smutty)

this was a personal attack and I'm having nct 127 brainrot so y'all have to suffer with me

taeil:

hot TA with a fat ass that almost made you fail the class bc who the fuck pays attention to what's written on the board when he stands in front of it?

wears expensive shirts with long sleeves that he pushes over his elbows while explaining the most crucial formulas- your lab partner has to shove you so that you don’t drool all over your worksheet

you offer to help around the lab he's supervising after you somehow pass the course just to spend more time with him

you swear he flirts with you in the most gentle ways but you never bring it up bc you don't want to make him uncomfortable when he's working

but you're both adults and he doesn't teach your class anymore so you're free to ask him out but he's scary to approach you know?

until one day you're alone putting the machinery back in place when he draws a brand new circuit for tomorrow's morning class on the whiteboard and you ask him to explain the flow of electricity through those diodes

and he does and damn he's so hot when he goes all science on you so you tell him just that

how his voice and intelligence really tuns you on and you can teach him a thing or two yourself if he’ll let you

and anyways thank god you arrived at the lab the next morning before any of the students to wipe down the handprints you left on that whiteboard

johnny

study buddy who is very creative at finding new ways to make you procrastinate with him

at first he begs you to borrow your black nail polish and even convinces you to draw little designs on each nail for him

you do a pretty bad job because truth is you have a big crush on johnny and being so close to him makes your hands shake

after you're done he takes your hands in his, and lays them flat over his mousepad

"I'm gonna paint them on yours too! I want to match you!"

you agree bc it's hard to breathe at this point and you've also downed a couple of beers while waiting for the polish to dry

"I always wanted us to try a couple look. even if it's just nails"

"couple?"

"yeah. is it a bad thing?"

you shake your head negatively and he smiles so brightly you get a little dizzy, relishing in the way you squirm under his stare

johnny somehow coaxes you into climbing into his lap, his teeth breaking the skin of your neck as he removes one article of clothing after the other

"we're gonna mess up our nails johnny"

"good. make a mess out of me."

yuta

computer engineering senior and part time pc building youtuber nakamoto yuta falls in your life like a black angel to your salvation

aka he slid in your dms after you posted on your story that you’ll never finish the mandatory Assembly project on time and was having a public meltdown

“how about you buy the project from me and then you’ll only have to worry about staying cute 😜”

you roll your eyes at the message but damn you’re really desperate at this point so you agree to stop by his place to make the transaction

but before you do you decide to check out the link to his youtube channel to kinda gauge what type of guy he is

and damn you think you might have harbored a little online crush from watching his pc building series because yuta is smart and funny and way way way cuter than what his instagram pics let on

you’re quite nervous when you enter his apartment physically after seeing it as a background to his videos so many times

he has an all rainbow neon setup on the most fancy desk you’ve ever seen and that’s when he mentions it’s very durable and you think why would that matter and then you’re like oh

you excitedly ask him about all the parts and that’s how it becomes obvious that you’ve become an avid watcher of his channel during the past week

“I can’t believe I met my cutest subscriber ;)”

anyways yuta is even hotter in real life than in his videos and he smells like green soap and you think that out of all the colors neon pink looks the best when reflected on his naked skin

taeyong

he drags his fingers through his dyed locks in frustration, the color he chose for this month being a dark purple

he doesn’t care if his professors say it’s not gonna be easy working around people with all the piercings and shaved eyebrow patches on his face; taeyong prefers working with machines only anyways

a truly gifted programmer as he is, it’s weird to see him so frustrated over the neon green letters on his pc screen.

“I just can’t figure out why I’m getting this error. I tried using try-catch blocks, a break clause to debug it but still nothing works”

you’d be fine with letting him figure it out in peace if there wasn’t one problem: taeyong has this habit of moaning a little when he’s concentrated

and you think taeyong is hot on a normal day but even more so when he’s oblivious to the way he’s pushing you into a deeper level of hell with every breathy sound that leaves his lips

“you’re too hot to be worrying over java”, you think and when he stares back at you with wide eyes you realize you’ve voiced your thoughts out loud

but he still gladly takes your offer to help him relax with your mouth

doyoung (cw: praise, bimbofication)

doyoung is a senior who pays for his gas by tutoring younger students

you met for the first time when you drunkenly had a very public makeout session during a frat party last winter but that is a story for another time

programming classes were fine for you but numeric analysis was where you drew the line

you remembered him telling you all about how he’s pretty good at math that night when you were too preoccupied thinking how to shove your tongue in his mouth so here he is now, in your small apartment, kissing his teeth

“no, no, we just talked about this. It’s simple linear propolation”, he groans while correcting your shabby numbers in red ink, stretching his arms to release the pent up frustration in his body

“how about you motivate me with something? that way I can learn more effectively?”, you suggest in your most innocent tone but Doyoung doesn’t buy it one bit, ordering you to sit on his lap while he dips his hand past the hem of your shorts

“you solve a problem and I keep playing with you. you make a mistake and I push one more finger in that canny mouth of yours”

and see, you’re conflicted because you’re not sure what you like hearing more from doyoung: him calling you his ‘smart pretty girl’ or his ‘dumb princess who only likes to be braindead around him’

jaehyun

you and jaehyun have always had a rivalry when it comes to who’s the best programmer between you two

he makes fun of your terrible identation and you make fun of his bad error handling practices

so you organize little hackathons at his place, because it’s exciting and you always end up enjoying your time there in more ways than one

you bet on who can hack the university’s official website faster, loser does whatever winner wants, and you’re about almost done when jaehyun smuggly asks you to refresh the page

it all looks normal and for a second you think he cheated to win time, but when you squint your eyes under your school’s logo you finally see it

“thank god you’re hot because you suck at coding <3”

with hot blood rushing to your ears you chase him all the way to his kitchen, throwing threats here and there of what you’re gonna do to him once you get your hands on him

you finally manage to entrap him between your body and the fridge, taking his glasses off his face while he holds his breath

with their thick frame and his MCU t-shirts he looks like your average IT geek strolling through the campus- yet you know that what’s hidden under it all is a whole different thing

and you like that only you get to see it

a little magnet from some trip to a european country pokes the skin of his neck but jaehyun’s undivided attention is on you, thinking that you might slap him any second now

he chokes on plain air when you map his stubbled jaw with your fingers instead, all the way through until you rest them over his lips

you push them through the rim of his mouth until he tastes your salty skin and in this moment of pure want he knows exactly what he wants the loser to do

jungwoo

you didn’t know jungwoo before your professor partnered you up together for your IoT elective course, but programming this small computer surely brought you together

and by that I’m talking about staring at each other way longer than necessary, leaving gentle touches while your hands accidentally brush when they want to gnaw at something more: basically an obvious attraction that you turn a blind eye to

you chose a quite simple project: using a raspberry pi to make a sensor that warns the user if their heartrate raises too high

but it just wouldn’t work. You tried running around your place, doing jumping jacks, even had jungwoo scare you but to no avail

tired and slaving away until the am, you offered jungwoo to crash on your couch, not wanting him to wander around so late

he gratefully accepts the towels you offered him for a quick shower, forgetting about the sensor, but when you see him exiting your bathroom it starts to beep with life

jungwoo emerges from the steamy room with wet blonde bangs kissing the apples of his cheeks. The hoodie jacket he came over with was now unzipped, revealing the defined lines and hard abs that he’s criminally hidden all this time. Remaining droplets of water run down the hollows where his muscles connect, his hipbones peaking from the sweatpants that hang dangerously low from his waist

you get up from your seat when he makes eye contact with you, not sure why but the sight surely deserves a standing ovation.

“I don’t know why the alarm went off all of a sudden”

jungwoo only smirks, slowly approaching you until you’re just a deep breath away from your chest touching his naked one

“I think it works just fine. What if I do this?”, he wonders as he lets the knuckles of his hand trail from your wrist up your arm until it stills right over your junction, applying soft pressure

and when he finally sucks your bottom lip in between his own you’re worried the sensor might break from beeping so hard

mark

mark is a college athlete, trying to balance an engineering major and vigorous hockey practices on his shoulders

he promised his microelectronics professor he will help out with equipment maintenance for extra credit

you’ve volunteered to help with maintenance as well, feeling a weird sense of comfort between the oscillators and broken chips you have to fix

and mark is always late to your sessions but you don’t mind bc he’s cute as a button

and you heard from jeno that he thinks you’re cute too which is GOOD

mark barges in late with wet hair straight from his after-practice shower and he fills the small room with the scent of watermelon shampoo

he apologizes and you heat up the soldering iron for him and that’s when you realize: mark has no idea how to work the machinery

he touches the hot metallic tip with the pad of his index and screeches in pain, you immediately run over to inspect the dumbly inficted wound

you tie it up with a bandage you had buried somewhere in your bag and he looks so cute with his big, watery eyes and wet hair that you just have to kiss it better

mark’s breath hitches in his throat when he feels his fingers so close to your plump lips, and he thinks that he wants to be burned by one more thing before he leaves this room

you teach him patiently how to fix all the broken parts while staying safe, yet he can’t possibly be patient when you lead his hands with yours and he can feel the swell of your breasts against his back

mark doesn’t only smell like watermelon, but tastes like it too

haechan

haechan is your partner in crime; no one can remember the last time they saw you without the other on campus

you spend so much time on the computer center of your building that when the supervisor asks you two to clean up the server room for a few extra bucks you say yes

you unplug a couple of coaxial cables to properly dust off the server and you start playing around with them: using them as whips and chasing each other

in your excitement you take a long red cable and loop it around haechan’s neck, tugging the edges until it chokes him slightly

what you didn’t expect was a deep, pretty moan to bouce against the walls, asking you in between ragged breaths to do it again

so you do, and he moans gutturally again, lust filling up his half lidded eyes in a way that almost makes you think he’d let you do whatever you want to him

but haechan’s not so easy to succumb to you, shoving your body against the metal box as he sucks on your jawline, the connectors around you bringing you even closer together

you tug on his makeshift collar once more, forcing him to look at you, and you warn him that you might accidentally mess something up on the server if you continue

“if it means I get to fuck you dumb against it then I couldn’t care less”

you smirk at his response and with a hand on top of his head you push him on his knees before you. he’s gonna have to earn it.

[nevereverlandboys]

Drunken in charge

A/N: So I already posted this on wattpad a while ago. I was busy with learning for my exam, but now I finally managed to edit everything so I can post it on tumblr for those who don't read in wattpad

If you want to get tagged for my oneshots DM me ❤

Pairing: Ouat Felix x Reader

Warnings: Smut, NSFW, fingering, oral, unprotected sex, consuming of alcohol, swearing, really unrealistic sex scene lol, unprotected sex

Summary: Felix is being left in charge for the camp while Pan is absent, so games are off along with every other game. What is there else to do than drink? The second in command uses this opportunity to finally get closer to the reader after being so distant for a long time.

word count: 9968

The Island was harsh and cruel to everyone in an unfair but equal way. Even though the lost boys lived free on Neverland, they still were ruled by the mischievous leader named Peter Pan. Each of them had their own suffering they would not mention to anyone, rather feel the pain alone and the loneliness followed them with every step. But if someone caught Y/N's eye the most, it was the quiet second in command, Felix. He always stayed close to his leader and would always follow his command. His cold facade never told her a single thought, making him special in his own way. He would leave the girl alone and only joined her on missions, but even then, the second in command would remain quiet. Pan on the other hand, tormented Y/N with thousands of useless tasks, while the lost boys worked on their own duties that seemed to make way more fun. No matter how hard she tried, Y/N would never fit in the group of lost boys, their name alone excluded her. None of them treated her fair, always left her out and acted like she was their servant. At first, the boys all seemed curious, and also a little intrigued about her appearance. They wondered why the shadow brought a girl to Neverland and if she would stay forever or just for a while. Their vicious behavior scared her off the first days, keeping her distance in a small tent. There was nothing special about Y/N, and she wondered why Pan brought her here from the beginning. Soon they boys learned that as well, treating her harshly like everybody else. They mocked her for being too weak, being too emotional,- they mocked her for not being a boy. After a while Y/N stopped asking questions and simply agreed to her new life. There were many good things to mention, nothing here was all bad. No one cared about her exploring the island during the day, at least if she did not go too far. If she wanted to cook for herself, there was no one in the way, and if she wanted to read in her tent, they would not enter- also because she was definitely sure Pan forbat it. The lost boy's feared and loved their leader at the same time, the way he let them live the free life they always wanted and not even seeing how dangerous it could be had convinced them. Y/N had distanced herself from them and their cruelty, rarely appeared to any big occasion and rather traveled along the river that ran it's way through the meadow and pastures. It was a surprise when one boy asked her one day to join a game, leaving her startled and unable to answer since no one ever really attempted to talk to the girl. It woke a piece of hope inside her, some of the younger boys already liked Y/N, yet, there was always something suspicious around the older ones.

"C'mon!" The thin boy yelled excitedly and waved his hands through the air, gesturing to follow him.

"This will be fun!"

Y/N avoided the demanding boy and tilted her head while her eyes wandered through the group before they stopped at the second in command, his eyes already burning on her skin when she detected him on his log, not far. His gaze made her nervous, uncomfortable and she questioned the decision to join the game. Something inside her shook the thought off, that Felix would approach her one day for some other reason than Pan made him, or that he would ask her to join a game.

"No…" Y/N answered nervously and looked back to the lost boy, trying to ignore Felix in the back. She did not trust that boy the slightest.

"I have to clean the kitchen." She  lied and dropped her gaze to the ground. The boy left as quickly as he came, not even trying to convince her further as if the interest was faked like everything else on this Island. After a while she sat alone in silence, watching the smaller boys play with sticks and some older ones preparing some meat and stickbread for the bonfire. The feeling of being watched did not let go. Y/N tried her best not to look suspicious and quickly let her eyes wander further when she found the guilty boy, Felix. 

Why is he still staring at me?

She never found out. The boy stayed exactly where he was and so did Y/N. He would constantly steal a glimpse and for a moment goosebumps spread all over her body, as butterflies rumbled in her stomach. A few days went on and she had catched the second in command staring at her over and over again. Whenever she looked at him, he quickly shifted his eyes somewhere in hope not to be catched. Sitting at the dining table she would catch him, when she did the laundry or cooked in the humble kitchen. The lost boy woke some curiosity inside the girl, the urgent need to know why he would always steal a glimpse, whenever she walked by. He never slipped a nasty comment, definitely strange compared to the other lost boys and their vivid temper. He never approached her or tried to keep up a conversation either. As soon as the sun went down, Pan appeared in front of Y/N's tent, calling her to come out and get some firewood. His second in command stood not far, leaning against the bark of a tree and chewing on a toothpick. He didn't need to wait for his leader's command, already knowing he had to join her. 

"Be quick." Pan ordered sternly, pressing his brows together before strutting back to the other boys. Her eyes instantly shifted over to the lanky, blonde boy, a smirk plastered on his pale face. If Pan knew that this was not a good idea? Felix turned on his heels and led the way through the trees uphill where the bushes covered the edges down to the abyss, not looking back once.

"C'mon, girlie." He said.

'Don't call me that!' She snapped back and paced up. The lost boy's camp disappeared on the ground, the higher Y/N followed the path before Felix stopped in front of a dark forest, the leaves swallowing every light before it could touch the ground. 

"Princess." Felix corrected cockily, watching her step between the trees. She started to blush and was unable to say something, so she decided to simply ignore the giant boy's nickname for her, no matter how flattering his words seemed. She tried to act tough, tougher than she actually was, in hope he would recognise it.

"How in the hell should we get wood in the dark?' Y/N mumbled as she stared into the pitch black.

"Are you scared?" Felix teased and gave her a smirk. His voice was deep and rough, unsettling but still going like honey through her ears. The girl scoffed at him and rolled her eyes, then led the way with firm steps, not even seeing the ground and suddenly tripping over into a mess of wood. 

"Fuck!" She hissed and held her hands to check the unbruised skin. The lost boy started to laugh darkly to himself, before he stepped closer. 

"This wood is full of chunks." Felix explained and bent down to pick up the wood. Y/N rose to her feet and grabbed some wood, not saying another word. Felix remained silent as well, heading with heavy back to the camp. After a while he stopped and turned, watched if she could catch up and continued when the girl was close enough. All the time she wanted to talk to him, using the moment all alone with him, but as she hurried to follow the second in command, no single idea for a conversation came to her mind. It was like someone wiped every thought away and replaced it with the heavy drumming of her heartbeat. As soon as she reached the clearing, Felix dropped the wood onto the ground and left them for the other boys to take care of it. Her chunks landed right next to his and she paced up to catch up with the gloomy second in command, when a tight grip on the girl's wrist stopped her. 

"Where do you think you're going?"

Y/N tilted her head and faced Dave, a tall chubby boy with messy brown hair, his eyes dark and soft like marbles. The lost boy looked like a bear, warm and welcoming, nevertheless it were his words that often scared her off. He only had nasty comments for Y/N, threats and if Pan wouldn't protect her for being a weak girl, the lost boy would probably harm her physically as well.

"The potatoes won't cook themselves!" Dave barked and pushed her harshly away before his eyes wandered over to the kitchen tent. Y/N bit her tongue to stop slipping a nasty comment, marched over to the humble kitchen and let out a growl when she saw the mess inside. 

"Are you fucking kidding me?" She whined as her eyes wandered over the dirty pots and Pan's, knives and forks along with every spoon. At least it was not stinking and disgusting, easy to wash, yet an avoidable effort if every boy would clean after themselves. But why should they? They had Y/N. Deciding to only clean the essential goods and shoving the other things aside, she opened a little basket with potatoes in it and placed them on the little counter. Like she expected, no one came to help her during the cooking, only one boy showed up to ask if she could hurry up. The same boy did not even thank her when she finally gave them the cooked potatoes half an hour later. The selfish behaviour of these boys was the thing Y/N hated most, more reason to focus on the second in command, the only boy who had never shown her this nasty attitude. While every other boy slowly gathered around the bonfire after they ate, Felix stayed where he was. He did not dance like the others and Y/N was not even sure if he could hear what the boys claimed to hear. Pan once said, his flute was special and the girl was supposed to hear her too. None of them had an explanation, still, it did not seem like the first time for Pan, seeing something like this. 

The girl's eyes darted back to Felix, his eyes already burning on her skin and she instantly moved her head to make it look less obvious. The tempting idea of walking over to him burned inside her guts, but with all those boys around, she was like being frozen in place. The second in command never talked to her when it was not necessary, not even one muscle in his face twitched when he interacted with the others. Still, something inside Y/N pulled her towards him from the beginning, as if his attempt to block her out was even more tempting. When she distanced herself from the bonfire back to her tent, Felix stayed at his seat instead of following her like she had imagined he would do. A little disappointed she went to bed and kept twirling all her thoughts around the mysterious second in command. There were so many questions about him. No one ever understood Felix, maybe not even Pan, although they were closer to each other than no one else on this whole Island.  

The following days Pan left Felix in charge, going on a mission by himself. The absence of Neverland's leader made itself noticeable first, when the lost boys stopped playing their big games and went directly to their duties, almost no words slipping from their usually loud mouths as they worked in silence. The day had started boring for everyone on it, Pan was already away for a few days, so Felix was fully in charge. Games were off, along with parties and especially dances in the evening. If Y/N could tell, the dances were the most annoying thing to the second in command, the thing he hated the most. Felix did not like the idea of taking care of anybody else but himself. So it came that even after weeks, Y/N had barely exchanged some words with him. He would simply avoid her and in case of sharing a task, just stare at her in curiosity. It was a lie to say he did not make her nervous, even when it was not in a scary way. The second in command was weird in any way and whenever he built himself up in front of her, she and broad, he made her look even shorter than she actually was. A feeling almost pleasant instead of scary. It was like something pulled her towards the cold lost boy, but the lack of courage would not let her talk to him. If he felt the same?

Felix was intimidating to look at, it was like something was wrong with his face but Y/N could never tell what. His high pitched cheeks were sharp and narrow and there was an awful scar running along his left cheek up to his brows like an 'x'. The most creepy things were his eyes though, whenever she looked into them, she was willingly drowning in a cold puddle that dragged her deeper in. They pierced her, as if he knew every secret inside the girl's head. Nevertheless, he was not ugly, rather pretty to look at. When his blonde hair hung messy over his face and the way he smelled. Whenever she walked past him, she would smell pinewood and musk. Even though he was well known for his cruelty, the lost boy never raised his hand against Y/N, nor called her nasty things like the others did. She was not even sure on how to do it anyways. Felix always looked busy or like he did not want anyone to speak to him. When she thought of it, the girl could not remember one single boy really talking to the second in command except Pan, but then again,- they only talked about plans and other secrets. He was a mystery of his own, a riddle for Y/N to solve. She glanced over to him and saw that he was carving something into a piece of wood. The lanky lost boy had distanced himself from the other boys, having his seat on a log as closest to the forest as possible. Maybe she could strike a conversation about his passion for carving? He was doing that almost everyday without talking about it and when she thought about it, she had never seen the final results. After a while, courage overcame her, so she stood up and walked slowly into Felix's direction, already noticing in the corner of her eyes the disapproving and concerned looks of some boys. They started to talk quietly to each other and she instantly knew it was about her. Their eyes burned more on Y/N's skin with each step further towards Felix, making her feel nervous and jumpy. Rolling with her eyes at them, she still marched to the lanky blonde boy, stopping when she was close enough to him. The heads of the lost boys instantly shot away, as if they felt too scared to let Felix know about their curiosity when he lifted his heavy head from his broad shoulders.

Felix's eyes darted up, his mouth shut tight and his facial expression went blank like always. His look told Y/N that he was strong, but never how he felt. She tried to say something, but the words got stuck in her throat. Unable to speak, she stared with a deadpan face back at the second in command, trying to find an excuse for her behaviour. The idea with the wood seemed so dumb suddenly and she wished she could just melt into the ground or simply disappear as the lost boy stared back at her, locking their eyes and waiting for her to say something.

"Have you seen Pan?" Y/N choked out and sounded calmer than she expected to be. The blonde boy raised an eyebrow suspiciously and nodded behind him into the dark forest. Big trees hovered high up into the sky, all around the clearing, hiding every view. It was pitch black. Y/N swallowed at the sight of the dark woods and she shook her head slowly, feeling so scared of the unknown dangers. There was no reason for her to see Pan, the leader was not a pleasant person himself and the lie only made her more anxious. 

"I think it wasn't important anyways." She mumbled unsure and turned around, feeling how her whole face heatened up at the fact that she talked to the mysterious second in command. Suddenly, the tall boy grabbed her by the wrist, causing her to turn and face him again.

"I'll bring you to him, if you feel scared to go alone." He said dry and rose to his feet, tall and intimidating. The girl was so small next to him, peeking up to him again as her limbs lightly started to tremble. Felix glanced down at her and again, she shook her head slowly. The girl did not know if he simply did not notice it, but when the lost boy shoved her into the pitch black, terror overcame her. What was he doing? Not daring to say a word, before the light around her vanished, she only felt the lost boy's hand on her back as he pushed her gently forwards. Her heart was pounding so hard, she feared he might feel it. Where the hell would he bring her? Where was Pan all the time? 

"Don't." Y/N winced and turned on her heels, running past Felix back into the camp. The lost boy instantly jumped around and stormed after her, chasing her across the clearing towards some big trees. She tripped over one of their big roots, almost crashing down but still finding her balance. This was the moment Felix jumped at the girl, crashing down with her, his heavy weight pressing the air out of her lungs. The lost boy spun her around and pinned her arms down on the floor before she could take a sharp inhale. Y/N tried to free herself in panic, but she could not move at all, when the slender boy straddled her and held her down. The colours in Y/N's  face faded away and her heart pumped wild inside her as if it were about to explode, unable to tell if she felt excited or scared. Maybe a healthy mix of both. She was sure he did not want to hurt her. Frankly, he never did.

"Why in the hell are you running from me." He asked angry, slightly confused and she thought even a bit hurt as he pressed his brows strictly together. 

"Don’t hurt me." She muttered and the pale boy frowned. He loosened his grip and swiftly rose to his feet and pulled his hood back over his head, then strutted quickly away, not even giving her a last glance. 

That was strange, she thought. Her heart was still beating furiously. What happened? The lost boy scared her and made her feel like burning at the same time. She took a deep breath and raised to her feet, wiping the dirt off her clothes. Felix was a strange guy and he only confused Y/N. Why did he just stand up and leave? She was not dumb and clearly could add two and two together. But it could not be that the second in command had some interest in her, why should he? The boy barely spoke to the girl, even when they had chores together. Y/N remembered one of the first days, when Pan sent them both to get some dreamshade and the tall blonde did not even let her near one of those plants, not even mentioning why. When he held the filled glasses, the boy walked a big distance between her back to camp, giving her the feeling of not being wanted. Later she had learned the dangers of it and Felix's strange behaviour now. It was an easy addition but she needed to be sure, not even knowing how to deal with this information.

If I am right.

The next day Felix clearly avoided her. Whenever he felt like she was too close, the lost boy would quickly find another place to go. She did not want to ask any of the boys about it, not wanting them to know, but it was obviously something off. They would not answer her anyways, only giving her questioning looks. After that weird situation in the evening before, the second in command completely vanished. There was no big effort to look for him and when the girl went to bed, she completely forgot about him. He had not given her any duties yet, so she took her chance and left the camp to take a shower and later gather some fruits and seeds, everything edible the Island would offer her without having to kill. She did not know how to hunt and was not sure if she could even catch an animal. Peter once told her that his best man would teach her to hunt, but Felix always seemed to be so busy that she simply never asked him to. At first she had avoided the blonde, lanky boy, not knowing his temper. He had scared her so much but now she could not stop thinking of how he had straddled her and how much she liked it. This was stupid. She barely knew Felix and still Y/N pictured herself with him in so many daydreams now. It was always easier to dream about someone and she was not crazy enough to consider anything about the rough boy. But where would he be? What is he doing right now? God, she needed to stop thinking about Felix. She was overthinking. 

The time passed by and Y/N found herself at the clearing again, watching two boys fight in the distance, with a small crowd around to cheer their violence. Her eyes wandered over the whole area, searching for the second in command. He sat far away next to a few older lost boys that hollered around while drinking some rum. Since Felix would not let them do anything, the only possible solution for the boys was to drink and do stupid things that would not bother the tall scarred one. They were drinking more alcohol than any adult could ever handle. The girl's eyes shifted over the group, seeing how they stumbled and swayed around. Felix sat on a log with his own bottle of rum in his hands, he kept his distance from the other boys, observing them with a blank expression but it was visible that he was drunk, too. When he saw Y/N entering the camp, the second in command's head spun around, meeting her gaze and she could swear his face lightened up.

"Y/N!" Someone big yelled excitedly and jumped at her from the side, almost swaying her off her feet before she could even think of the name "Felix".

"Drink with us!" The chubby boy cheered with a dizzy voice. His dark, bushy eyebrows hung deep over his small eyes and he wrinkled his nose, making a nasty, slimy sound, reminding her of a mull. He was not pretty to look at, mean and vicious, sometimes insulting for no reason. He was that kind of a boy who would mock one and still complain when they did not want to be his friend. 

"No, tha-"

"DRINK!" The chubby boy repeated himself more aggressively and grabbed Y/N's wrist to stop her from leaving before she could even try getting away. His fat fingers would definitely leave a mark later as she furiously tried to yank herself  free.

"YOU ARE HURTING ME!" Y/N whined and buried her nails into his wrist, but the lost boy would not let go.

"It will be fun! Don't be such a lame ass." He gave back and tightened his grip. Felix, who had watched the whole scene from a distance, immediately jumped to his feet and stormed towards them, yanking the boy away and threw him violently into the mud. He gave him the most powerful kick that his anger would provoke, that the sound of the fat lost boy's scream caught everyone's attention. 

"I will snap your fucking neck!" Felix threatened so calmly that the other boys would not even hear it as he pressed his jaw together, his hands forming into fists that his knuckles turned white. The chubby moonface groaned dizzy and turned onto his stomach, trying to lift himself drunkenly out of the sludge. With a closer look, Y/N understood why they all called him Piggy, instead of Mull. He turned his head confused around before he would drop back onto the ground again. The girl's eyes widened at the sight of this cruelty, even though she felt relieved and maybe a little entertained to see Piggy like this. He truly deserved it. On the other hand, she wondered why Felix came so quickly to help after he had tried his best to get out of her way. Y/N's cheeks burned up and she knew it would be the perfect moment to talk to him.

"Go." Felix said. He turned to her and shoved her gently away from the boys towards the tents. His big hand warmed her comfortably on her back, waking the butterflies in her stomach and causing her to shiver. The second in command rested one one of his arms on the girl's shoulder to keep his balance as he swayed between the tall bushes forwards between the trees.

"You should go to sleep." The lost boy said huskily, stopping in front of her tent, his grey eyes staring at the closed curtains. The excitement inside Y/N turned into disappointment when she saw where this actually went, so she stared irritated at the tent as Felix pulled his arm away and stepped away, slowly heading back. 

"I am not tired!" Y/N gave back and knitted her brows together, confused why he just left her now. He could have stayed at the camp instead of joining her in the first place. Why come all this way up here? Felix's head spun around before turning back to stop right in front of the girl. He bent down to face her and made it possible to smell the alcohol in his breath as she stared into his gray eyes illuminated by the pale moonlight. The messy, ashen hair hung half over his face,- Y/N liked so many things about him and right now he was so perfect. He has never been that close before, except when he had tackled her.

"The boys aren't so well behaved," The second in command snickered. "Especially not in that state."

Y/N giggled when she thought of Felix acting like he was a good boy, after all those terrible things he did. There was a reason why he was second in command of this brutal gang and he proved it by the way he treated Piggy. 

"And you're not?" She gave back quite bravely, raising an eyebrow cockily. Felix chuckled low to himself, slightly shaking his head before he gave her a smirk, showing his white palette of perfectly lined up teeth.

"If you want me to," Felix purred and wiggled with his brows. "I'll be whatever you want."

The girl felt goosebumps spread all over her body at his words and for a moment, she just stared speechless back at him, unable to say a word and wanting nothing more than kissing those pink lips. Felix was drunk, he could not think straight and definitely did not mean what he said. The lost boy's breath tickled hers and she noticed how close he was and how she just had to lean in, to steal a kiss. There was no way she would risk it, well aware that Pan loved games and she could not let the thought go, his best man would love them as well. 

"Do you have any suggestions?" She asked as her nose touched his, her lips almost on his as she gently ran her hands over his chest. Felix ignored the question, moving instinctively and rough, grabbing Y/N's neck and pulling her in to close the distance between their mouths. His tongue was warm and tasted like liquor, still it did not bother her at all, when he vividly explored the inside of her mouth. Felix's hands vanished under her hair, grabbing her head and pressing the girl firmer against him while his intoxicated mind led his actions. Y/N gasped surprised into the kiss, not expecting him to do this even though it was what she wished for. Felix was way taller than her and for the moment he was forced to bend down at her height, holding her in his broad arms that pressed her tightly against his chest. When Felix’s pulled away, his eyes were still shut and he ran his thumb over Y/N's lips, licking his own and let out a gasp when he realised that he did not only imagined to do that. Then his eyes widened and she could see that he realised for the first time what just happened, what he just did.

"Sorry…" Felix mumbled unbelievingly and shook his head with widened eyes. He pushed her harshly away and rose to his feet, quickly checking full terror if someone had watched it.

"I was-" Felix spoke hoarse and slowly took a step back, then another one, a few more, until he turned on his heels and sprinted quickly away,  not finishing what he tried to say. 

Y/N stood there for a moment as if she were stuck in place, not able to process what just happened. With a swift movement she stormed through the curtains of her tent towards her bed to hide under the covers. She grabbed a pillow, held it against her face and screamed inside it. It was hard to tell if she felt excited or embarrassed. Felix kissed her, so why should she be worried about something? Maybe it was a test and she failed? Hell no, that would be some serious bullshit if that were the first explanation and she had seen his reaction. The way he held her and how he tasted heatened her up. Every cell inside her body craved for more.

No, what are you doing, she thought and shook her head, replaying that scenario in her head over and over again like a broken record. With a swift move she rolled onto her back and stared up at the curtain ceiling, hoping to find an answer to what her next step could be. If the lost boys would find out, they would never stop talking about it, maybe even start to think she was easy to have. Y/N gulped and squinted her eyes at the thought of them all trying to hit on her. Felix was different though. He was tall and intimidating, his cold stare would pierce through her with a burning desire and his smell intoxicated her mind. Whenever he was around, she could barely think straight, desperately wanting to figure out what laid beneath that cold facade. Never in a thousand years, she could have guessed that he liked her back. On the other hand, he was not able to make proper decisions drunkenly and maybe Y/N was encouraging herself too much. There was almost nothing she knew about the tall boy and falling for him that fast could only harm herself in the end. 

Y/N closed her eyes and brought her fingers to her lips, touching them, while imaging to feel Felix's on them again and remember what they tasted like. The second in command barely spoke to her and now that? There was definitely more behind it. It had to. Her other hand slowly wandered over her stomach to pull up the dress, slipping a finger inside to play with herself. It was not the first time she thought of him while touching herself, but this time something was off. Deep inside her something stopped Y/N, no matter how aroused she already was. She needed to talk to Felix. Under no circumstances she would let him ignore her for days again. Yanking the blanket away, Y/N jumped out of the bed and eagerly left the tent, turning her head furiously around to find the tall boy. He did not sit next to the others anymore and when she walked downhill to his cabin, she could feel her heart pumping furiously inside her chest. The girl stopped in front of the wooden door to knock and when no one answered she knocked again. 

"Felix!" She tried to be as loud as she could be while still not attracting someone else's attention. There was still no answer and she felt dumb for even thinking it was as easy as this to find him after the previous events. He could not be far, the lost boys still needed someone who had an eye on them before someone could get hurt. Their hollering was still audible and the bonfire in the distance let Y/N see a few of them behind the bushes. For a moment she thought of going back to the clearing again, hoping to find Felix there, but the thought of meeting Piggy alone now was no good. 

"Y/N." The girl suddenly heard Felix’s raspy voice behind her and she turned dazzled around, the warmest smile sitting on her lips. 

Felix swayed dizzily into her direction, closing the gap between them two while he tried to keep his balance. The lost boy's head was too high up, making it impossible to steal a kiss from him now. 

"What are you doing here? I told you to sleep." He asked nervously and pulled her away from his cabin towards the trees, his head constantly turning to look if someone watched. When he placed his hand on the girl's back again, his touch sent electric waves through her spine and she wondered how his slender finger would feel on her bare skin.

"Did you drink more?" She asked, noticing how he swayed more and the second in command vividly shook his head in response, grinning like a small boy on a sunny day. 

"You have."

"No."

"Yes."

"Uh-Uh."

"I can cleanly tell-"

"I am-," Felix grabbed Y/N gently by the back of her neck and pulled her in, his face coming closer again. "-Not. Drunk."

She started to laugh and leaned into his grip, bringing her own hand up to touch his scar. Felix's blue eyes melted when he felt her fingers, closing them and relaxing as her touch traced as light as a feather down his skin. He relaxed for a moment and enjoyed the touch on his scarred skin, before he suddenly woke out of trance.

"The boys better not see us." He cleared his throat and broke apart, letting go of her.

"No one saw us, Felix." His name echoed through the dark forest like honey and Y/N grabbed his hand tight- she was way smaller than his. The girl felt Felix's breath in her face, how his nose almost touched hers and before he could do anything she had already closed the gap between them two, pressing her lips against his. Felix moaned surprised into her mouth but instantly grabbed her cheeks and slid his tongue inside. She could still taste the liquor and wondered if she might have taken advantage of this situation. The tall boy's moans told her otherwise. He moved his hands slowly towards the girl's waist down to her ass, cupping it rough while her smell intoxicated his senses. 

"We shouldn't." He whispered and she heard him move even though it was too dark to see. Nevertheless Felix pressed himself harder against her and she felt through his pants how hard he already was from only kissing. 

"Why not." She breathed against his neck, leaving a trail of kisses.

"The boys," Felix said, his eyes rolling back with a soft moan when he felt her tongue on his throat. It was enough to convince the second in command, his fingers wandered over her delicate body, burying them inside her tender flesh. It's been a long time since someone touched Y/N and she could not resist the lost boy's demanding hands. He lifted her dress and wandered with his palm over her skin to the rim of the underwear, enjoying the small moans when his fingers wandered further to her inner thigh, drawing invisible circles on it.

"Felix…" His grip tightened when he heard the girl purr his sweet name in the most delicious way and he almost could not hold himself back to tear her clothes off right at this place. The lost boy dared to slip one of his fingers inside Y/N's panties and when she did not complain, he pushed his slender index inside of her, feeling how her soft walls tightened around him. If Felix had not realised it earlier, he knew at least by now how much she craved him when he felt how wet she already was. Y/N let out a gasp when he started to push his long finger in and out of her, causing the girl's legs to tremble and her knees to shiver in excitement. She closed her eyes, giving up trying to see something in the dark as she melted into Felix's arms, her face sliding down onto his shoulder. She found her balance by grabbing the lost boy's leg and then she realised that he was kneeling in front of her. Y/N was actually glad that the surroundings were pitch black, feeling her cheeks heating up in embarrassment from her uncontrollable sweet moans. Before she would absolutely lose her mind, the girl managed to push the lost boy slightly away from her while her hands moved down to his belt. Her fingertips ran over the leather and the lost boy instantly frowned at her touch, his whole body stiffened and he stopped moving for a second.  

"W-wait." He stammered, the adrenaline pushing the dizziness of the alcohol away. "I-I… never…" he continued and stopped, his hands wrapped around Y/N's wrist, insecurities overwhelming him as he held her in a safe distance. Now she really wished to see his face, well aware that he must look like earlier when he kissed her, startled and somehow shy.

"Well," she replied after a small pause, her voice echoing clear through the night, "Neither have I."

There was an awkward silence between them two and if the lost boy would not hold her by her hips, she would probably believe he was gone by now. The second in command was embarrassed for no reason, what did he fear? Y/N had no clue how to do this and if she was honest, it was way more appealing that Felix was a virgin, too, even though she did not expect that. All the time she thought he was so confident and now he was so vulnerable to her. The lost boy still did not speak, so she bent into another kiss, hoping to catch his lips in the dark. Felix gasped when he felt her lips on his scar and pulled the girl back in.  This was good, they did not need to talk- should not talk. It would only make this weird. Talking would come naturally. Felix grabbed Y/N's hands gently and brought them back to his belt for her to continue what she had started. She let her fingers trail over the leather to his buckle to open it, enjoying the moment when she opened the button of his pants and slowly pulled down his zipper. The lost boy moaned inside her mouth when she slid her hand into his pants, pumping his hardened cock as best as the tight cotton would allow her to. Felix noticed her struggle and broke apart from the kiss to lift himself up and take off his clothes. Y/N heard how each piece of clothing dropped onto the ground while she waited to be told to do the same. 

"Should I keep my dress on or-"

"Keep it on." Felix ordered and chuckled to himself, then pulled her back against him, his cock pressing against her stomach. The lost boy let his hands slide under the girl's dress and pulled down her panties for more access, then kneeled naked in front of her while his fingers did their magic. They felt so long and strange, making Y/N wonder if she could even handle Felix's cock. He already felt so big in her hand when she touched him again, fully exposed and hardened. The lost boy lifted one of her legs over his broad shoulder and before Y/N could even figure out what he was doing, Felix pressed his tongue against her clit. She let out a surprised gasp and giggled at the ticklish sensation. The lost boy felt how tense her leg was and reached for the girl's hand, holding it and drawing invisible circles on her palm. 

"Relax." He lifted his head and lightly squeezed her fingers, caressing it a little, then pushed his mouth against her slit, his hot breath warming her as his tongue slid over her clit. The comfort of his touch relaxed Y/N instantly as if the lost boy had enchanted her somehow. He pressed his rough tongue harder against her, burying his face between her legs as he ate her out. The girl could not control herself to keep her from moaning, but led the boy's pace with it, whenever something felt good. He buried his nails into the tender flesh of her thighs and with a swift move he pushed the girl down onto the ground, pushing his fingers faster into her. She could not tell which was tongue or fingers, the overflowing sensation spread inside her body up to her eyes as she felt how she got closer to her orgasm. When Felix’s jaw started to ache he broke apart, breathing heavily and leaving Y/N craving for more on the cold ground in the exact moment she would almost finish. Without saying a word the lost boy pulled himself up to her, placing some sloppy kisses on her mouth before placing his arms next to her, so that his weight would not be too much.

"I want you so much." He panted while he slowly let his thumb circle over her aroused clit. 

"Felix-" She pressed her lips onto his and stroked his hardened dick and pulled his torso closer to lead him to her wet entrance. The lost boy let out an uncontrollable moan as he pressed his dick against her dripping slit that already craved him so hard, slowly gliding in to make the girl feel every piece of his mighty cock. He stayed in this position for a moment to adjust this feeling and Y/N felt herself tighten around him, excitement overwhelming her body along with the smell of the lost boy intoxicating her mind.

"Fuck!" Felix hissed as he started to move in a steady motion. His lips caught her once more, pulling her into a long, passionate kiss. Y/N took a sharp breath and pushed her hand against his abdomen, when the lost boy moved, feeling like getting torn apart by him. The lost boy stopped for a moment, shoving one arm under her neck to hold her while his lips softly traced over her chest. After a short moment,  Felix moved again. Y/N buried her nails into his skin and rolled her eyes back as the lost boy thrusted into her core, slowly feeling herself relaxing in this position after a few strokes. The pain faded away and she melted into Felix's body as if he was meant to hold her. The sweetest words kept unsaid, too embarrassing, too emotional, still, there was something inside them both that felt more than just enjoying sex. It was Felix who took her virginity and the thought of being the one who took his let her heart skip faster. The second in command felt like a dream,- his sweaty, hot skin pressed tight against hers, his abs flexed and hardened during every move and he was just so fucking tall. Felix moved both of his hands down and cupped her naked butt, lifting Y/N up and pressing her against the bark of a tree. He buried his fingers into her tender flesh and left a trail of kisses on her neck as far as he would reach her. The lost boy held Y/N as if she weighed nothing, pressing her body tightly against his skin. She could not resist sinking her teeth into his neck, sucking on the delicate spot until she was sure he would not leave without a mark. As soon as Felix realised what she was doing, he pulled her head back by her hair. To his own surprise, she let out a light moan, feeling even more excited from his big hand in them. 

"The boys can't know." Felix purred into Y/N's ear before he licked over her neck, sinking his teeth lightly into her shoulder to hold him back from letting out another moan. 

"Harder!" The girl commanded for Felix's surprise, who had already thought he was already being too rough with her. The lost boy followed the order, pressing himself tighter against her before he paced up, pumping in and out. The sudden sensation flooded Y/N's body and she knew there was something building up inside her, an indescribable feeling of being high. Felix moans got higher, sometimes even stuck in his throat and she was sure he was close too and that he desperately wanted to climax. Before she could realise it, Felix swayed them back onto the ground, gripping her ankles and pressing them against his legs as she wrapped her arms around his neck to capture the lost boy in another kiss. 

"I am almost-" Felix spoke in a hoarse tone. It was so dark and Y/M really wished she could see his face at this moment. Felix was so vulnerable right now and even though his moans were the most beautiful melody in her ears, just the thought of a short glimpse of his face made her feel hotter.

"Felix." She purred when he suddenly hit a spot that would not stop making her feel like being on ecstasy. 

"I-." She gasped when the knot inside her stomach released and she felt her orgasm roaring through her body with thousands of tiny, electric waves. Jaw clenched and eyes pinched, Felix gave it to her in short, powerful bursts, filling her up with throbbing pumps. His abs flexed and his hands tightened around her ankles. He cursed. His body tensed, and she swore she felt his cock pulsing inside of her as he came in waves, thrusting in and out until he felt himself getting soft.

"Fuck…" Felix let her legs fall to the side as he bent to rest his head on her sweaty chest. "That was…"

She combed her fingers through his messy hair, almost out of words how incredibly good she felt. "That was something."

"Yeah." He kissed the spot between her breasts, "It was."

Felix pulled his dick out, not even seeing the mess he made but still wanting more. Neither of them wanted that night to end and for a while, Felix tried to find his clothes and Y/N thought of how she would clean herself up.

"C'mon." Felix whispered and she heard him step away. 

"Wait!" Y/N called and quickly grabbed her underwear- well, the only choice right now-, cleaning herself with it, before running after the tall blonde and crashing into his back.

"Easy, love." He chuckled and grabbed her under one of his arms and strutted towards the dark in one direction, knowing this place perfectly, even drunkenly and without light. 

"Where are we going?" The girl asked after what felt like an eternity for her, but in reality it was just a few minutes. The trees left some space for the moonlight now and gave her a chance to take a peak from the second in command's happy face. His cheeks were dyed a deep scarlet and his hair hung messy and full sweat down his face. 

"Trust me." He said and paced a little up before he came to halt in front of a big tree, the ladder up to it vanished behind some leaves. Felix climbed up first and lifted the girl up into the tree house when reached the trap door. Felix moved towards a small night desk and lit up a candle. As soon as the light flooded the room, Y/N saw the small cot and a self-made desk under one of the closed windows. 

"I built it myself." The lost boy grinned and proudly watched the awe in her face. She swirled around and looked at some little carvings that were placed on the wooden table. Some of them looked like her. When Y/N's eyes detected the little sculpture, she finally understood why she never saw the results and why he burned one earlier. The girl turned around to say something, but Felix stopped her immediately. Before she could say anything, Felix dropped down onto one knee and pulled her into a kiss. His tongue slid over her lips, begging for permission to enter. Without thinking about it, she opened her mouth and felt the lost boy's hand on her hips, pressing her against his body. 

"I never thought you would like me too." Felix moaned and eagerly kissed his way down her neck, back to her face and lips, repeating the same thing on the other side and showing how hungry he still was for the girl. Felix clearly had not been touched in a while, just like Y/N, so it was quite natural that they immediately would have a moment like this sooner or later. But why Felix? What was about him that made Y/N constantly crave more, causing her to feel like an addict without his drugs, whenever his lips left hers? Her cheeks heated up and she smiled in the kiss, thinking of the previous events, how Felix's hands felt on her skin. It was special to be with him and the girl's instincts told her that it was more than just sex, that Felix wanted more, too. 

"I want you again." Felix licked over his lips and looked at Y/N through half-opened eyes before he slowly melted back into another kiss, this time slow and passionate, synchronising with her while his hands moved down her hips and legs. He gently rubbed his hand against her inner thigh and wandered towards her crotch, to shove a finger inside her still wet hole. He smirked dirty when he felt his mess. Y/N wanted him so much, just like he craved her, maybe even a little more. 

"I want to get naked all night long." Felix purred as he pushed his fingers inside and out of Y/N, her light moans echoing in his ears. Without further commands, the girl slipped the dress over her shoulder, letting it elegantly slide down her now exposed body. Felix's cheeks flushed up into the deepest red, his eyes admiring every sight of her that he desired for so long, and truth be told, he was in awe. When the cotton touched the floor, the lost boy grabbed for the hem of his own shirt and ripped it off, then quickly unbuttoned his pants before he crossed them with his underwear through the room. When Felix pinned her down and pulled Y/N into another kiss, he was already hard again, his hot skin burning against hers as her mind drifted off into a feeling of ecstasy. The way Felix's hands trailed down her body gave her chills once more, kept her warm and made her feel wanted. 

"Pan would kill us for this." She mumbled into the kiss when the girl thought of how he protected her earlier, something he never did before and sure did not keep unnoticed to the other boys as well. It worried Y/N for a moment, thinking about how Pan always found out every secret, no matter how little it was. And this was definitely not a small secret, something that could be obvious to others. Or maybe Y/N was just paranoid. 

"Relax." Felix said, frowning at her words as if the same thought had bothered him for a while now, too. "He isn't here. He won't find out."

The blonde boy rolled over onto his back, pulling the girl with him so she would straddle him. The light of the candle danced over his sharp features, letting it shine in an orange light that spread down to his muscles, constantly catching her eyes as if they were glued on him. Felix always looked beautiful in the orange light of the fire. Every night she would catch herself staring at him. He was perfect. 

"You look so beautiful." Felix whispered more to himself than to her, then wiped some hair out of her face. "Unbelievable that someone like you chose someone weird like me."

Before Y/N could correct him, the second in command already captured her lips with his own, burying one hand in her hair while he kneaded one of her breasts with the other one. His words only flattered the girl and she felt the burning desire to finally be one with him again and melt into his body. Felix gasped at her touch and moaned into her mouth when she wrapped her hand around his dick, slowly pumping up and down while gently rubbing at the delicate tip. His member felt long and thick in her hands, but did not scare her off like earlier. Placing the tip at her wet entrance, she slowly slid down onto him, relieved that the lost boy did not push against back,. The stretching feeling made her feel like getting torn apart all over again and she  gave herself a moment to adjust to the size. The lost boy rolled his eyes back and shut them with a loud moan when he felt her walls tightened around, rubbing his thumbs against the tender flesh of her  hips, when she finally started to slowly move up and down. Seeing the ruthless second in command like this was really stunning and lovely to look at. Felix's mouth was slightly agape and the muscles on his forehead were constantly twitching, moving his eyebrows constantly around. Never had Y/N seen so much emotion in his face before. She  pressed her body against the lost boy and sucked at the tender part of Felix's neck. The lost boy used that moment as a chance to turn her over, holding Y/N tight in his arm, the other one holding his weight so he would not suffocate her while he was pumping in and out. Y/N moaned in ecstasy and ran her hands over his muscular back, feeling his skin against them and how his sweat dropped onto her body. She placed her legs on each side of his, clearly noticing the height difference and feeling like a delicate doll as he embraced her. Felix paced up and she rolled her eyes back when he entered in another angle to come even deeper. She never wanted this to stop and kept feeling how the lost boy filled her with his thick manhood, smelling his scent and feeling his hot skin burning against hers. Felix kissed his way down to her chest and caught one of her nipples between his lips, lightly starting to suck on them and intensing it with each time he thrusted in. These were the final strokes that caused Y/N's legs to shiver and tense up every muscle in her body as her climax roared through her whole body, up into her eyes into the back of her head. The lost boy grabbed Y/N's shoulders and when he came, too, the light of the candles danced in his beautiful, scrunched up face. It was a lie to say she did not like that view and the squeaking sound he made when Felix felt his orgasm deep inside her with throbbing pumps. Felix rolled next to the girl, trying to catch his breath and when he did so, he grabbed a towel from the bed for her. 

"We could have used the bed." Y/N broke the soothing silence after a while and Felix chuckled, then nodded in agreement.  

"Next time." He grinned, pulling his boxers up and placing himself back onto the ground. His eyes did not stop looking at the girl while she grabbed her dress and pulled it back over herself. For a long time they just looked at each other, laughing and giggling, kissing each other but remaining silent. This was clearly something none of them expected to happen. 

"What do you see in me?" Y/N suddenly asked, caughting the lost boy off guard, his facial expression went into full confusion. It took him a moment to think about her question before he simply smiled. His eyes would always melt at her sight and in that moment she needed no words from him to realise how much he was in love with her. The lost boy pulled Y/N closer to him and placed her head against his chest, lifted her on his arms and carried her to the bed where he would let himself fall onto the soft mattress. His legs hung over the wooden frame as he gently rubbed his hands over her back while listening to the beat of his heart. 

"I would never let anyone harm you." His voice was just a warm breeze on her earlobe, tickling her like a gentle kiss. 

"What about Pan?" She asked after a while and took a glimpse at his relaxed face and how her question did not seem to have woken any worries inside him now. He had brushed it off earlier.

"I think, actually, he knew way before me." Felix chuckled low and shook his head unbelieving. "He gave me a chance I got wasted."

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Polaris Bibliothéque Masterlist

Last Updated: March, 03, 2022

Hey, demons and humans, we have a Masterlist AT LAST! Here you can find all works I have already posted - if you can’t find something you swear you read, shoot me a DM and we’ll find it together.

Also, I don’t take requests, but feel free to suggest me some themes if you’d like to see here. I can’t promise I will do them, but it might go to my “list of ideas to write” ^^

Sorry for taking so long to update and put it in a place you can find it easily

Devil May Cry

Devil May Cry Normal Scenarios

Dante & Vergil taking care of their sick s/o

Dante & Vergil with their s/o falling asleep on their lap

Dante & Vergil with their s/o choking on bobba milk tea

Dante & Vergil falling asleep on their s/o lap

Dante & Vergil with an s/o suffering from being hit on without their consent

Dante & Vergil finally having a relaxing bathtub time with their s/o

Nero training Kyrie

Vergil training his s/o

Dante training his s/o

Dante & Vergil shamelessly flirting with their s/o (feat. Nero + Kyrie)

Dante & Vergil with an s/o who’s emotionally tired and needing support

Dante & Vergil with an s/o who internalizes their feelings like hell when they are going though rough times

Devil May Cry - Random Scenarios

The Truth is a Shard of Ice (Vergil x Reader)

Pairing: Vergil x Reader

Summary: Vergil doesn’t know if his demonic heritage allows him to actually feel love. You are scared of how much of yourself love would make you sacrifice - and if you’d be ready for it. Needless to say, you were quite a pair, talking it out on a rainy afternoon. The truth? A shard of ice.

A Sky-Blue Kind of Rain (Dante x Reader)

Pairing: Dante X Reader

Summary: Devils may cry more frequently than humans think.

What Do You Want For Christmas? | DMC Crew, Reader and X-mas Stuff

Pairings: None. Just good old found family time (one could argue there’s something platonic between Dante and Reader or Vergil and Reader. I’ll leave it to your interpretation)

Summary: Kyrie suggested a Christmas celebration with the crew and now Nero is bound to make it happen - he just didn’t think it would be that difficult to make everyone choose a few gifts.

The Fairy And The Demon, a Tale By Nero - Nero x Kyrie

Pairing: Nero x Kyrie

Summary: Kyrie is running errands and Nico is going crazy while in charge of the kids at the orphanage. When Nero arrives, she puts this task on his shoulders - and all he can think of is to entertain the children with a made up tale of fairies and demons. It turns out the so called “tale” is not that made up after all.

A Rose By Any Other Name - Vergil x Reader

Pairing: Vergil x Reader

Summary: Under a shimmering moonlight on a secret garden, Vergil thinks if he could ever start again had he not his own name - a name that inspired such loathing. And under the moonlight, his s/o takes the time to remember him how adored he is while using the poetic words of Shakespeare.

Devil May Dance: Golden Dreams Were Shiny Days - Dante x Reader

Pairing: Dante x Reader

Summary: Dante thinks about his life with brand new company at the DMC, but the jukebox plays songs that are too good to be ignored

Devil May Halloween - Halloween Scenarios

Halloween Scenario - V Version (the one where you go full Phantom of the Opéra)

Pairing: V x Reader (+ Vergil x Reader. In this household, Vergil is V and he’s able to separate sometimes - there will be a fic with Vergil’s s/o meeting V for the first time)

Summary: Kyrie decided to take the kids from the Orphanage on a field trip to the Opéra during Halloween - with your and Nero’s help - but now, they don’t want to leave: they expect to meet the infamous Phantom of the Opéra. While you wait, though, another figure emerges from the darkness - someone you really weren’t expecting.

Halloween Scenario - Vergil Version (the one where he dresses full Dracula on a masquerade night at the Opéra)

Pairing: Vergil x Reader

Summary: Vergil wasn’t the easiest of people to convince to have fun - but a masquerade ball at the city’s Opéra during Halloween might change that. Even if demons decide to pay a visit.

Halloween Scenario - Dante Version (the one with two parts where Dante, his s/o and Patty get yeeted to another dimension by a demonic top hat. Don’t ask, just go with it)

Dante - Part 1

Dante - Part 2

Pairing: Dante x Reader

Summary: Patty never really had a full Halloween experience - so you decided to go trick or treating with her, costumes and all. What you didn’t plan, though, was that she’d find a funny top hat among Dante’s devil arms - and be swallowed by it right in front of you. It was up to you and Dante to bring her back now.

Halloween Scenario - Nero Version (the one where you, Nico and Kyrie dress up as the Sanderson Sisters and you dance the night away with Nero)

Pairings: Nero x Kyrie, as always. In this one, reader is Nero’s best friend (he calls her his sister)

Summary: The theme for this Halloween was Hocus Pocus, the movie you all watched as kids. All dressed up, Nero runs to the orphanage just in time to watch the Sanderson Sisters’ show.

Devil May Cry Incorrect Quotes

Vergil, the butter barbarian

Nero and y/n, bffs and partners in crime

How to summon Nero

Dante, Lady, Nero and the “you can’t eat a full cheeseburger in 4 bites” bet

DMC Crew and their least favourite animals (feat. Vergil going full Shakespeare on his s/o)

Devil May Cry Random Headcanons

Trish’s Eyes

Sparda Family and Foreign Languages

DMC OC Week

Day 1: Introduction

Summary: “After 10 years, Dante goes back to the city of Remény, a place where he left much more than dead demons and thankful humans. He’d finally meet her again.”

Day 2: Their connection to the cast/ship

Follow up of Day 1

Day 3: Past

Follow up of Day 1 and Day 2

Day 4: Likes/Dislikes

Day 5: Weapon | Abilities | Job | Hobbies

Day 6: Family/Background

Day 7: Free (Devil May Dance first iteration, pairing is Dante x OC)

Resident Evil

Resident Evil Random Headcanons

Carlos Oliveira’s Brazilian Mixtape: Resposta, by Skank

Original Stories (OCs and books I've been writing)

Platonic love between siblings/friends excerpts

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chayscribbles’ monthly writing update ☆ september 2022

oh hey there. haven't done one of these in a while huh.

☆ STATISTICS.

words written: embarrassingly few

projects worked on: Andromeda Rogue, Andromeda Rising, Secret Space WIP :)

proudest accomplishment: ummm i read a lot

books read: The Stray Spirit by R. K Ashwick (aka writeblr's very own @ashen-crest!!!), Fortuna by Kristyn Merbeth, Nona the Ninth by Tamsyn Muir (just started)

☆ GENERAL COMMENTS.

(i know this is a writing update but i really like putting little reading updates here as well lol. book thoughts in short: Stray Spirit was a 5/5 and very cute and cozy; Fortuna was a 4/5 and is VERY Chaycore with a family of smugglers in space trying to stop an interplanetary war while dealing with their own personal drama; and Nona i've just begun but i am already losing my mind in the best way.)

(maybe if people are interested next time i'll make a separate post for reading updates.)

writing was honestly abysmal this month, i had a few flashes of motivation but most of the time when i sat down to try to write all i would get was a sad trombone noise in my brain. i really hesitated to even make an update for this month but here it is. it's gonna be short.

more specific wip-related comments + featured excerpt below.

☆ COMMENTS: ANDROMEDA ROGUE / ANDROMEDA RISING

the climax continues to vex me. every time i think i've figured it out i realize i haven't figured out anything at all. i'm too close to the end for me to give up now but i am sooo frustrated.

i'm hoping to be able to just blitz through this final act during NaNo just to get it over with, but that means i need to actually figure out what the final act looks like so i don't have to think about it in November. so while using October to plan it out would be a good idea i also feel like i should take a prolonged break before November... but i won't be able to relax until i know i have a plan... so basically pain and suffering <3

in the meantime, i've decided, against my better judgement, to start rereading AR1 right away instead of waiting to finish AR3. i'm hoping it might give me a bit of motivation and maybe inspiration for this bit i'm stuck on. (it hasn't, but it has reminded me of bits that i'd forgotten about that are better than i thought they were so that's something i guess.)

☆ COMMENTS: SECRET SPACE WIP

i'm still not ready to talk about this wip on writeblr but in between bouts of AR driving me mad i worked out Secret Space WIP's plot a bit to try to keep myself sane :')

also wrote a few scenes in the first act. i'm already at 7.5k total for this draft oops :')))

if you want ✨exclusive access✨tho you can dm me for the link to my discord server where i have spilled some beans on it ;))

☆ FEATURED EXCERPT.

sorry for being such a downer in this update. have some FinnPetra Fluff/Angst with no context <3

“Come back to me,” she whispered.

He knew it was foolish to make such a promise, but still, he gently took her hand between his, the best he could in the tangle of leaves, and softly said, “I, Finneas Robyn Becker, swear by the stars that I will do whatever I can to come back to you.” 

A shiver coursed through Petra's body as he completed the ritual by tracing his middle finger down her palm, the pad barely brushing over her skin, then brought her hand up to reverently press her knuckles to his lips.

☆ TAGLISTS. let me know if you want to be added/removed to either.

general taglist:

@nicola-writes @dgwriteblr @the-orangeauthorr @stormharbors @quilloftheclouds @ashen-crest @writeblrfantasy @celestepens @stardustspiral @pepperdee @extra-magichours @avi-why @lefttigerobservation @chazzawrites @bardolatrycore

andromeda trilogy taglist:

@bebewrites @nicola-writes @dgwriteblr @the-orangeauthor @stormharbors @akindofmagictoo @quilloftheclouds @nora-theteawriter @ashen-crest @corpsepng @writeblrfantasy @toboldlywrite @celestepens @stardustspirall @pepperdee @cheerfulmelancholies @extra-magichours @writeouswriter @cilly-the-writer @lefttigerobservation @rose-bookblood @drowsy-quill @chazzawrites