#my oc ray at the twins: first time?

[happy-tori-friends]

For the confession prompts,could I ask for 'Confession in an argument' or 'Confession out of frustration' for Splendont and the twins,please?

ngl i struggled a bit with the angle of this one, and yet i still turned out to be the length on an actual chapter... i decided to do it w one of the twins sorta confessing bc as of right now i plan on dont being the one the that does it. i fear for how long the actual confession in oblivion will be... i hope it will top this one.

now that i have written a confession prompt for them... i need to find some angst + hurt/comfort prompts. i want to hurt lifty and/or shifty and i want splendont to lose his shit (tho splendid and flip/fliq in either position of that type of scenario is also *chefs kiss*.)

“That was stupid, even for you.”

Shifty hissed, both at the words and at the sting of Splendont pulling a shard of glass from one of his wounds. He did not look in the redhead's direction, instead willing himself not to pull away as he cleaned and dressed his wounds.

From off to the side, his brother watched, lips curled into a frown. Lifty was unharmed for the most part, save for maybe a cut or two he got while running to pull Shifty up.

“He's right, y'know,” he spoke, and Shifty had to resist the urge to snap back at him. “It's a miracle you survived at all. I mean, getting hit by an off-course car and flung through a shop window usually would have killed someone.”

Splendont made a noise signaling his agreement as he bandaged another wound. “I would have been fine, there was no need to push me out of the way.”

“I'm more surprised he actually could push you out of the way,” Lifty muttered, “or that he'd do something like that in the first place.”

Groaning, Shifty put his palm to his forehead. “Shut up. Just, shut up. I wasn't… I wasn't thinking straight, alright?”

“Oh, you definitely weren't thinking straight at all,” Lifty folded his arms, and shifted his position. He looked away from the other two, muttering under his breath. “I'm sure ‘Dont is flattered that you care about him that much, at least.”

Feeling his face heat up at Lifty's jab, Shifty attempted to pull away from the redhead with an annoyed grunt. However, Splendont's grip on him tightened, making him hiss in pain. He whirled around to face the redhead, embarrassment, anger, and frustration melting together within him. A part of him wanted to kick and scream and let it out, but he knew that wouldn't do him any good. Instead, he'd have to wait for Splendont to finish dressing his and his brothers’ wounds.

He had a bone to pick with Lifty for picking up on and hinting at things he hadn't yet told, after all.

After what felt like an eternity of meticulous glass removal and wound dressing, Splendont finally stood up. “Alright, Lifts. What about you?”

“What about me?” Lifty's frown turned into an uneasy smile. “I'm fine. Pay attention to Shifty. He's the one who cared enough to try and save you. Maybe he's… lying to you, or you missed something.”

The fedora wearing man narrowed his eyes and turned to look straight into his brother's nervous golden gaze. “Me, lying about whether or not I still need an injury attended to? That sounds like you're protecting. And since I'm soooo stupid for caring for once, maybe he should pay more attention to the smarter one of us, the one who was friends with him first!”

“Hey, hey-” Splendont tried to intervene as Shifty got up to stand in his brother's face, but both of the twins looked at him with heated golden glares.

“Shut up, Splendont!” they shouted at him, still synchronized even as they turned back to each other. He threw his hands in the air and backed away, but his crimson eyes stayed focused on them.

“You… you just don't get it, Shifty! I-, You-, You're-!” Lifty kept cutting himself off, face contorting and expression twisting as he tried to formulate his thoughts into clear, coherent sentences.

With a snort, Shifty got closer to his brothers’ face, lips curling into a smirk. “Hah! You're gonna lecture me when you can't even form a sentence right now?”

“Ugh!” Lifty shoved him away, turning so he didn't have to look at his brother, who staggered backwards, barely catching his balance. The cuff of his left hoodie sleeve was stained with blood, and he winced when his hand made contact with Shifty. 

With clear evidence of Lifty ‘projecting’ the lying and hiding injuries onto him, Shifty opened his mouth to speak, but before he could, Lifty spoke once more. “Can't you see I'm trying to help you, give you a chance to say something? You're the one that deserves to be with him - you're so much better, so much more worthy than me! You're the older one, you're the one who calls all the shots, you're better at most things than I am, and you were willing to put yourself in danger for him! Just tell him you like him, so I can make myself give up on these feelings completely!”

Mere moments after he finished speaking, Lifty covered his mouth, eyes going wide. His ears immediately flattened, guilt evident in watering golden hues.

The way Shifty had seen it, Lifty was the one more deserving of being with Splendont. He had always been nicer and willing to open up to him. He was the first to really be friends with him. And for once, Shifty was willing to not be so greedy, to let Lifty have something that he also wanted.

Funny, how the one thing they were both willing to sacrifice for the other was the same exact thing - love. Something neither of them had ever expected being able to truly experience.

“You… you two know I've been here the whole time, right?”

“...Ah.” Shifty looked towards Splendont, lips curling into a frown. What was there to say? ‘Sorry that I got into a stupid argument with my brother and he accidentally revealed that he and I have feelings for you, and also, neither of us ever talked about it, we apparently just sorta assumed we both did and decided that the other was more worthy of being with you, and this is the first time it's being acknowledged out loud’? Abso-fucking-lutely not.

The redhead moved to the middle of the couch, patting both spaces beside him. “C'mere, both of you. Lifty, let me look at your hand, and… we'll talk, yeah?”

For once, Shifty was the more obedient one, taking the seat to the left of Splendont. No complaints, no snide remarks, just… a moment of hesitation and dread. The embers of the hot anger burning within him was overtaken by the fact that it felt like everything was about to be pulled out from underneath them. All the hard work of moving forward, actually making friends with some of the others in town and having connections they could rely on thanks to Splendont's support was going to be undone by a stupid little mistake and words spat in the heat of the moment.

Was it Lifty's fault? His fault? Were they equally to blame? Rationality had slipped out the door the moment he panicked when he saw the car swerve towards them.

He would've been better off if he continued to be a piece of shit person, wouldn't he?

His gaze flickered over to Lifty, who had backed away, eyes still wide and with regretful tears rolling down his cheeks. He rubbed at his eyes, tugged at the hair strands that always seemed to bother him, and shuddered. “N-no, I don't…” He muttered, not daring to directly look at either of them. “It's not that big of a deal. My hand isn't. Sorry, I… I didn't mean to, but…” He trailed off, looking at his feet.

“Please, Lifty?” Splendont urged, “I'm… not mad. Not mad at all, I swear to you. But we still need to talk about it, and I still want to clean that cut, just to be sure.”

A long, shaky breath escaped Lifty, and he began to shuffle over to the couch. Once he'd sat down, he still avoided looking at them, but extended his injured hand to Splendont.

“This the only one?” the redhead asked, and Lifty made a confirmative noise. “Gotcha.” 

All three went silent, save for Lifty's sniffling, as Splendont cleaned and dressed the wound. When he was done, he did not fully let go of the hand, but held it ever so gently. Then, with his other one, he reached to grab one of Shifty's. In response, the fedora-wearing man made a soft, confused noise, but did not pull away.

And with a deep breath, Splendont finally broke the wordless lull. “You two are very, very important to me. Both of you. If someone would have asked me a few months ago if I ever anticipated caring about anyone outside my family as much as I care about you, I would have never believed them. But, here I am. I genuinely feel so very lucky to have met you, because it has made me so much happier. You gave me something to care about other than my brother and saving people, a reason to be willing to step outside my comfort zone and actually… get to know people. That is a debt I can never, ever repay.”

He took another breath, dropping both of their hands in exchange for wrapping his arms around their shoulders, and then he continued. “You're so important to me that I want to give you both whatever you want, given it's within my power. And I don't want to force either of you to… give up, and I don't want you to sacrifice your own feelings. There's something I've been struggling with recently. Because I've found not one, but two people I want to hold close and never let go. It… took me a while to sort things out, I actually had to talk to other people about it. Maybe this is selfish of me, because it sure as hell felt like it at first. But I don't care if it's selfish or not, because it's how I feel. Lifty, Shifty, I love you, both of you. And I want to be with both of you, date both of you, if you'll allow me.”

Wasn't it ironic Splendont had felt selfish in regards to the very kings of selfishness themselves? The two that took without asking, fueled both by necessity and the thrill and enjoyment? Shifty wanted to laugh, wanted to point out how hilarious it was, wanted to say or do anything to break out of the state of shock he was in. A happy sort of shock, but shock nonetheless.

He moved closer to Splendont, as if to signal to him that he was okay with this, and wanted this. For someone usually not willing to share, it felt surprisingly right. No sacrifices, no wanting to erase everything, and neither of them were unworthy. Both of them were worthy, both of them were loved. Maybe that was reason enough to ignore the tears streaming down his flushed cheeks, to let himself be just the teensiest bit vulnerable, if only just for a little while.

When Splendont pulled him closer, he also pulled Lifty closer. The younger twin had wrapped his arms around Splendont, just about in his lap, clinging onto him as if he was going to disappear. While Shifty's breaths were rapid and heavy, Lifty's were more like gasps for air, borderline hyperventilation.

“Hey, Lift, it's okay,” Shifty murmured, reaching out to put a hand on his back. “Everything's fine, it's all worked out! It's… it's, uh, great even.”

“I-I… I know… I'm so, so h-happy. Happy, yeah, but, but… still feels… it was… it was sh-shitty, real shitty of m-me,” Lifty managed to get out between breaths. “I'm s-sorry, s-so…”

Splendont gingerly placed a hand near Shifty's, and began to rub circles on Lifty's back. “Breathe,” he murmured comfortingly. “We all say things we regret. Sure, it might have been a dick move, but you've apologized now and things are… things are happening. Fuck, it feels so surreal.”

Shifty nodded in agreement, still half in a daze. This had really happened, Splendont wanted to be with them, both of them, and he and Lifty were fine with it. They had gotten a boyfriend. Their feelings were returned and it was all because Shifty hadn't been thinking clearly and panicked.

“Y'know,” Shifty hummed, a grin curling onto his lips as rested his cheek against Splendont's chest. “If doing stupid shit like getting hit by a car managed to get me a boyfriend, I should start being more reckless. Maybe more good things'll happen.”

Splendont chuckled, and even Lifty managed to giggle as he caught his breath. “There's that sense of humor I know and love,” the redhead smiled, before his expression immediately turned serious. “Absolutely do not do that. I'll make sure more good stuff happens to you as long as you don't pull a stunt like that again.”

Shifty let out a small laugh, wrapping an arm around Splendont as he did so. “I'll do my best, but no promises.” The headshake accompanied by a smile from the redhead and the forehead flick from his brother made him chuckle even more.

Knowing both he and Lifty were loved, feeling safe just being by Splendont's side… Things had changed, and would continue to change as they adjusted to their new relationship. But for once, Shifty was willing to deal with it, and was even excited for the things to come.

[justalovelyblackgf]

redk!clark shenanigans part 3

part 1

part 2

taglist: @afrogirl3005 @rosiestalez @stereotypicalbarbie

synopsis : redk!clark is the type of dude when you drop him first (because you’re honestly just fed up!) and you’re finally in a good place in life, he would text you out of the blue to reel you back in. he doesn’t really want you to walk out of his life, so you’re not getting rid of him that easily, girl.

if you’ve ever seen those memes with future texting, it’s those type of vibes.

pairings: redk!clark x fem! y/n (i’m imagining her as meagan good again. reader can do a self insert or use another fc. the choice is yours and i want to be inclusive!)

fandom: smallville (2001-2011)

also featuring: chloe sullivan and kate ross (pete’s twin sister/oc fc: tatyana ali)

warnings: long asf, swearing, redk!clark, toxic behavior, a little bit of angst, some suggestiveness,manipulation, implied hook up, y/n regretting her decisions, y/n being weak in the knees again!

congratulations to y/n for finally dropping redk!clark kent, smallville’s local gentleman turned badass and player. anywho, her skin is glowing, her grades are showing tremendous improvement, and life has just been better in general. she’s smiling a lot more!

she’s not going through this alone though. fortunately, she has chloe sullivan and kate ross to help y/n properly get over him. they haven’t seen him around in a few days. if they did happen to run into clark at school or around town and he asks about her whereabouts, they would make up an excuse that she was really busy with (an extracurricular/job) or she got a new number. he’s gonna find out soon enough that was some bullshit.

it’s a friday night and the girls decided it was time to get dolled up and go out to celebrate y/n’s freedom from clark’s fuckery. they’re all chatting and filling their table with laughter when y/n hears her cell phone vibrate. she flips open the device and looks at her text messages, skimming through each word cueing her deep sigh and eye roll..here we go again. y/n closes the phone down and places it back in her purse. it vibrates again and again..now kate and chloe are getting suspicious, giving each other knowing looks. let’s just say that the silence was indeed loud.

“so, uh…who’s blowing up your phone at this hour?” chloe inquired, tilting her head.

“it’s just my mom reminding me to do something when i get home.” y/n replied as she shrugged her shoulders to ease the tension.

“oh, so she’s reminding you five times?” kate asked, her elbow on the table with her chin resting on her knuckle. she raised a brow then narrowed her eyes before finally addressing the elephant in the room.

“it’s clark, isn’t it?”

“no.”

“bullshit!” the girls exclaimed.

“fine! it was clark. he said he hated how things ended between us and that he was blind to how really important i was to him. he also said that without me, he feels so weak.” y/n confessed.

these were his words. he wasn’t blind to shit considering he has x-ray vision. not weak either because the guy had super strength.

chloe and kate couldn’t help but to roll their eyes and shake their heads at this foolishness, but who were they to judge? they both fell for the charming farm boy they grew up with at one point during their lives. hell, they even both attempted to cross that line of confession and dating him for real, but they let that go to preserve their friendship with each other and with clark. it’s messy, but it was clark kent. smallville’s local knight in shining armor. how could any girl let go of him completely once they’ve been attached? it was just his new bold and unpredictable attitude that rubbed them the wrong way. hopefully it’s just a phase.

“he also said to meet at his place so we could talk things over. if he really wants us to work things out, i should be there in the next 10 minutes…” with each word, the volume of y/n’s voice started to diminish as she looked around and bit at her bottom lip to avoid the awkward, yet frustrated glares of her friends. “maybe i should go to hear him out and get some closure…”

“wait, wait, wait!”, chloe objected shaking her head. “if my memory serves, you said that last time was the last time. did you not catch him in another lie of him seeing lana before taking you out, correct?”

“….yes, but he sorta made it up to me.” y/n’s face heated up as her mind wandered to the semi-passionate endeavor her and clark shared in her bedroom after the argument that concluded their last date. she thanked the Lord above that her parents were out of town and that clark respected her enough to not push any further than what she was comfortable with. kate and chloe's eyes widened from sudden realization to complete astonishment.

"before you guys shame me, no, we didn’t go that far, but you know how guys are always saying i can’t drop clark due to the fact that i’m always wrapped around his finger?”

(reference to pt 2 iykyk)

y/n recited her friends past warnings as her fingers signaled air quotation marks.

“i guess you can say that literally and figuratively.”

silence filled the trio once more before they all heard another vibration. y/n flipped open her device and checked her text messages again. her eyes skimmed over the text for a few seconds before her fingertips made a few sounds to type a response to the person on the other end. after one press of the “send” button, she stood to her feet and pushed in the chair before greeting her friends a formal goodbye, “that was mom again. she said she needs me home asap. i’ll catch you guys at school?” the girls gave her nod and a “mhm!” before they watched their friend power walk out of the restaurant to her parked honda accord.

after they saw the car speed off into the night, kate sarcastically chuckled and shook her head before gazing at chloe, finally breaking the silence.

“we both know damn well that she went to go meet up with clark right?”

“i know…” chloe replied.

“yeah.” kate nodded and gazed below at the ground with a tight lipped smile as she fiddled with her fingers.

meanwhile…

10 minutes. it sounds like a lot of time, but not so much when you’re deciding on which path to take. right for the l/n’s house, left for the kent’s. her eyes darted in both directions, her heart thumping in her chest. it was only a matter of time before she could switch the turn signal up or down. she began to think. think of the times her friends were there for her at her lowest. the temper tantrums. the late night rants on the phone. the fake smiles for her parents. the tears that soaked her pillow. all because of him. his arrogance, his brutal honesty yet he lies, his shameless flirtation with other women. his eyes…his words…his kiss…his touch…his affection. damn, damn, damn! her mind was finally made up. she put the car in drive and made the turn onto the path of her destination for the night.

“hey, look, i got your messages. you said you wanted to talk things over, so let’s talk, clark.”

y/n stood with her arms crossed against her chest and faced the male before her standing outside the kent house as if he were expecting her already. he looked comfortable in his black tank top and grey sweatpants with his hands in the pockets. even under the moonlight, y/n could still see that same lady-killing smile of his and icy, blue eyes that she adored so much that it made her heart swell.

“it’s about time you showed up, beautiful. you don’t know how much i’ve missed you lately.” he pulled his pink lips into a smirk and took a few steps closer to her as his eyes never did pull away from her own. “i don’t think talking out here in the dark would do us any good, so how about we go somewhere more quiet and…” he took a beat of pause, “private.” tilting his head in the direction of his loft in the barn.

y/n sighed, licked her lips, and started walking in the direction towards clark’s loft with her arms still crossed. little did she know that his eyes carefully zeroed in on the sway of her hips with each step she took and possibly even the sultry, black matching set underneath her clothes.

oh, this was going to be a long night.

[ragingduststorm]

R U Mine?

Since I'm in my Ed Skrein phase right now and just watched the first Deadpool again, I just had to write some smut about baby boy Ajax.

Little background: OC is a mutant water bender (ATLA style) and gets paid to heal people. On their first meeting, she accidentally heals his lack of emotion and he develops an obsession for her. They become something like friends and she constantly teases him for not being able to do nothing and just chill. He finally takes his chance after orchestrating some time off for them.

OC's name is Ray, uses she/her pronouns, self-conscious about her body

Word count: ~5k

Warning (this is a long one): 18+, so, so much sex, obsession, oral (both f and m receiving), degradation (the b word is used several times), praise, a lot of biting and scratching and pain, edging, dom/sub, lots of swearing I might forget something, it's honestly so much

“Just give me a second. Stay there!”, she laughed as she sprinted into her bedroom. She could have purged the alcohol from her system, but she enjoyed not worrying all the time. Her brain was constantly filled with questioning whether she acted normal, if she was too much or too loud. He’d never given her the impression or made a mean comment about it, but still the thoughts were there. Not when she was mildly drunk, though. She laughed as loud as she wanted and spoke whatever came to her mind. And that’s why they were in her flat now. Because she’d blurted out that the morally grey love interest in the book she’d just finished, looked alarmingly like him. She would probably regret all of this by tomorrow and ghost him as a result. But that was a problem for the Ray of tomorrow.

Now, she rummaged around the room, looking for that damned book. She’d finished it last night and had decided to take it back instead of keeping it here in the safe house. It was a beautifully bound hardcover filled with illustrations. Something like that had to be displayed, even if she was the only one who’d ever see it. By the third pile of clothes she started to panic. Ajax was in the other room, in her home, alone. And that nosy shit would absolutely be snooping around. She had to hurry. There! Underneath a stack of papers and some spare sheets. How on earth did it get there? It didn’t matter. She flipped through the pages, looking for a suitable picture as she returned to the living room.

 Ajax was nose deep in her video game collection, of course. “You know, we haven’t done that part of the list yet.”, he said as he turned around. “Patience, young Padawan. I’ll beat you in Mario Kart later.”, Ray grinned as she stepped closer to him. “See, this is your good twin. Culann, Lord of the Risen Court and Master of the Wind and all its creatures.” Ajax looked at her sceptically and then at the illustration. “Hmm, I don’t know.” Her reflexes were sluggish from the alcohol, so he snatched the book from her hand with ease. “Hey!”, she said, but he was already on the other side of the room. God, that bastard was fast. He flipped through the pages as she chased him through the room. “So that’s what you read, ey? I mean, I knew you had a dirty mind, but this is utter filth.” Ray’s whole face burned red hot as she knew exactly what page he was on. “Give it back, that’s private!” The adrenaline paired with the alcohol made her completely forget about her powers. She tried to jump at him, but he dodged easily. “Doesn’t look very private to me. That’s quite an audience in this picture.” This time, when she tried to grab the book, he didn’t dodge. Instead, he grabbed her wrist and before she knew it her back was pressed against his front. His free arm was draped around her chest, making it impossible for her to flee as he held the book so that they both could look in.

“A medieval fantasy setting and still they have showers. Wouldn’t it make more sense to fuck in a bathtub?”, his mouth was dangerously close to her ear, his voice low and threatening. An involuntary shudder gripped her body, making her lurch, but still, he held tight. The illustration showed the winged love interest kneeling in front of the female protagonist, eating her out like his life depended on it. Ray remembered the moment she’d read the scene. How it had turned her own and how she’d taken care of herself afterwards. In her imagination it hadn’t been Culann, though.

“You fucking piece of shit.”, Ray stammered, out of breath not only from the struggle. He’d pressed her so close to him, she could feel his body through the thin clothes she was wearing. It wasn’t only his abs that were surprisingly hard. “Such a filthy, filthy mouth.”, he breathed into her ear and her legs almost gave out from under her. Ray was utterly confused and horny at the same time. They were…friends, right? Sure, they had flirted before, but it had always just been a joke. He was teasing her, making fun of her. “Ajax.”, her voice was quiet and he could feel a shift in him. “Stop me, if you want to.” It wasn’t sarcasm, it wasn’t malicious, it was genuine. If she wanted to, she could stop this, could have stopped this at any point. She could sober herself up, force him to get away from her, but she didn’t. Not because she had forgotten, but because she didn’t want to. She liked this. She craved this. 

“I yearn for the day when we can cast aside the façade and embrace the chaos we’ve sown together.” Ray’s mind cleared. She turned around in his arms as he threw the book onto the couch. They were so close. Closer than they’d ever been before. She could smell his cologne and beneath, his natural scent, could see every little imperfection. She looked up into his icy eyes that were fixed on her. “You read it.”, she said, surprised. He smiled at her and brushed a few stray hairs out of her face. The gesture made her breath hitch. “Bought it yesterday. I’m not as fast a reader as you, so I’m only on page two hundred something.” So, he’d spent almost the whole day before dinner reading. “Congratulations, you know how to chill.” “It’s a lot more fun with you around, though.”, he said almost inaudibly as he caressed her face. His mouth was so dangerously close to hers. They were so close, she could feel his heartbeat, could feel his blood pumping through his body. She could stop this. She could make him back off. She could make his heart stop with just her thought. Instead, she reached up and kissed him.

It was like the floodgates had opened. All the pent-up tension that had built up for more than a year exploded as they kissed frantically. She pushed him back against the wall that he hit with a thump. Their hands wandered, exploring each other’s bodies. But he didn’t overstep. Only when his hands moved underneath his shirt, so did his under hers. When she took off his shirt, he in return took off her top. “Fuck.”, she whispered as she looked at him, shirtless and hers. “Likewise.”, he laughed as he took off her bra and caressed her breasts. He took one of them in his mouth and flicked her already erect nipple with his tongue before biting it lightly. Ray cried out and almost lost her footing, so she moved them to the bedroom. It was utter chaos in there, proving that she hadn’t in a million years believed this was a possible outcome for the day. But he didn’t see it. He only had eyes for her.

She opened his belt and he stepped out of his jeans, leaving him only in tight underwear that showed a perfect outline of his hard cock. Her mouth watered just glancing at it. She pushed him down to sit at the edge of the bed. He kissed along her stomach, reaching her waistband. With one clean sweep he pulled both her pants and underwear off. Good, because she’d been wearing some embarrassingly old panties today.

She stood in front of him now, completely naked. Embarrassment rose in her as she compared his perfectly sculpted body to hers. She couldn’t understand why he wanted her or maybe he was just horny and she was simply there. She tried to move, but he’d grabbed her ass as he kissed along her hips. As if he’d read her thoughts, he looked up, right into her soul. “You’re so god damn beautiful, you know?” She didn’t know. But before she could reply, he pulled her down onto the bed, right beneath him. He parted her legs with his body as he kissed her with such passion, she couldn’t form a coherent thought anymore. His still restrained erection brushed against her delicate spot, making her moan. “Oh, I love that sound.”, he growled into her ear. Her body burned with desire for him. She wanted him to touch every part of her and she wanted to touch all of him in return. He went lower and lower, kissing and biting while she scratched his back with one hand. The other caressed his head.

Still, he went lower and as he reached her thighs, she couldn’t help but move towards him. “Patience.”, he laughed as he kissed the sensitive skin on the inside of her thighs. He took his time until she couldn’t take it anymore. “Ajax, please.” He looked up at her from in between her legs and it was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen. “Please, what?”, he asked with a smirk. “Touch me, lick me, fuck me. Anything!” Her voice was thick with need for him. “Your wish is my command.” And finally, he ran his tongue along her. His strong hands held her legs apart as he dipped inside her, flicked her bud, drove her wild. She couldn’t take it anymore. She grabbed the backside of his head and held him in place.

“Fingers.”, she ordered and he obeyed immediately. He covered one of his fingers in her slick and his spit and moved inside her. “More.” As the second finger joined the first one, she screamed out. “A little faster and harder.” Exactly like that. As she got closer and closer, she screamed profanities, screamed his name. “Come for me.” His voice reverberated through her body, sending her over the edge. He didn’t stop. He kept going at the exact rhythm she needed until she’d ridden out her high. When she signalled that she was done for the moment, he came back up to kiss her passionately. 

“I didn’t think you’d be such a good girl for me.” His smile paired with the look in his eyes made her immediately ache for more. “You want me to be a brat?”, she asked. “Later.” “Good, because I really need you to fuck me right now.” His eyes darkened. “Say please.” She swallowed hard. “Ajax, please, I need you to fuck me senseless right now.” He slid off the underwear he was still wearing and sat back on his knees. His throbbing erection was now free and well, large. “Please, please, please.”, she moaned as he guided it closer to her entry. He covered himself in her slick but he didn’t enter. “Look at me.”, he ordered and she obeyed. Slowly, so slowly, he entered and her eyes widened. He studied her face closely and stopped for a second when it felt like too much for her. She breathed in hard. “No, keep going.” “Pain can be good sometimes, right?”, he repeated the words she’d said to him ages ago. She nodded and bit as he continued. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Finally, he was inside her. All of him. “Fuck, Ajax. You’re so…” But she couldn’t finish the sentence as he started moving. Slowly, out and back in, as she got used to his size.

She had to focus to look at him. One hand was low on her abdomen, where he could feel himself through her skin. The thumb on his other hand he took to his mouth and licked it before lowering it to her clit and stroking in lazy circles. She would never be able to get this god like sight out of her head. He picked up the pace as she adjusted. Now, she was entirely unable to speak. She couldn’t even swear. All she could do was moan and scream and feel. “Shit, you feel so good. You take me so well, baby.” He lowered himself onto his arms, making her angle her legs and resulting in him hitting even deeper into her core. Her hands scratched along his back hard and as she came again, she drew blood. Instead of slowing down, he picked up the pace, making her scream in a mix of pleasure and pain. “Keep going, make me bleed.” He struggled to get the words out and she could feel how close he was. Her hands wandered, one hand now clawing into his ass, the other into his side. “Say my name.” He sounded utterly feral now. She obeyed. Again and again she screamed his name until he buried himself so painfully deep. He came with a roar that tore right through her body and brain. It was the hottest thing she’d ever heard. She could feel his hot cum inside of her and she was so glad that she didn’t need to worry about it. 

He collapsed onto her when he was entirely spent, burying her underneath his bulk. His weight felt calming as she hugged him tight. He breathed rapidly against her ear, she could feel his blood running through him, could feel it leaving his cock, spilling out of the wounds on his back.

They stayed like this for a while. Silent, except for their breathing. Ray’s mind began racing again. What if things got awkward now? What if he’d gotten what he wanted and he would leave? That was absolutely his right, of course. He owed her nothing after all. And she didn’t want or need anything from him, either. These past few days had been like a beautiful fever dream and now it was over and…  he kissed her. Carefully. He lifted himself onto his forearms to gaze down upon her. She’d expected to see indifference on his face, but the way he looked at her took her breath away. She’d never seen him like this. Vulnerable and soft. “Do you need anything?” The question made all of her worries fly away. “Uhm, no…well, maybe. I need to take a shower.” Not because she was covered in his sweat and scent, she quite enjoyed that, but because she absolutely needed to heal her downstairs area. It had been a while since she’d last had sex and even longer that she’d been fucked like that, if ever. “Of course.” He pulled out and sat back down on his knees in front of her. “Do you need any help?”, he asked concerned. “No, I’ll be fine.”, she answered. And groaned as she stretched her legs and sat up. Fuck, she was in an even worse state than she’d thought. She was too proud to let it show, though. Slowly, she moved to get up. And immediately sank back down onto the bed as her legs didn’t support her. Ajax was by her side immediately. He swiped her hair out of the way and kissed the tattoo on her shoulder. “I’m sorry, I got a little caried away.” “No, no, it was good…really fucking good, I’m just not used to…that.” ‘That’ was vague on purpose. ‘That’ was his dick, his strength, his enthusiasm, her feelings. One of his fingers traced down her spine, causing her to close her eyes and hum. “Do you want to?”, he asked as he reached right the base of her spine. “Hmm?” “Get used to it, I mean.” Her eyes opened with a start. He hadn’t noticed though, as he was studying her tattoos. What did he mean by that? Surely not… he must mean his size. Nothing else. “Uhm, I mean, uuuhhh…”, was her witty reply. He laughed and before she could stop him, he’d scooped her into his unbelievably strong arms and gotten up.

“Take a shower. Heal up. You can answer me later.” He carried her into the small bathroom and lowered her carefully back onto her legs, making sure she could support herself before he let go. “Don’t have too much fun without me.”, he quipped and he smacked her ass so hard, she lurched forward and had to steady herself on the edge of the bathtub. “You fucking piece of shit!”, she yelled but he was already out of the room. “You can return the favour later!”, was his answer. The throbbing of her cheek joined the rest of her body. She stepped into the tub and turned on the water. Steaming hot, just as she liked it. Didn’t matter that it was still hot as fuck outside, she needed her skin to burn right now.

She bend the water to clean up every part of her body before she concentrated on healing herself. Her insides had been in a worse state than she’d thought. She let out a sigh as the pain began to subside. Now she could see that Ajax had also bitten harder than she’d assumed. Bruises were forming along her body and Ray was sure that her ass sported an imprint of his hand. For a moment she debated whether or not she should heal all that. She quite liked how his marks looked on her body and she was one of those weird people that enjoyed pressing on a bruise. But no, it would be too weird if she healed everything except for this.

She stayed under the hot water for a while, just enjoying the heat before turning it off. She had no clothes to put on so, even though she was dry, she put on one of the gigantic fluffy towels she so loved. She’d expected Ajax to be gone or at least to be clothed and on his way out, but the sight in front of her made her jaw drop. He was lying in her bed, spread out naked like a Greek god, next to him a tray of fruit and snacks and a carafe of water. “Oh, no, no, no, that won’t do. This flat is officially a clothes free zone.”, his voice was playfully severe and he motioned for her to come closer. “First, this is my flat and I refute such a stupid rule.” She stepped a little closer, holding her towel tight. Her anxiety was now completely gone. This was her element. This was what she knew and what she was good at. “Second, a towel doesn’t count as clothes.” That bastard just sat there, lazily eating a grape, watching her. There was a glint in his eyes that sent a shiver down her spine. “You know, when I said later to that whole brat thing, I didn’t mean now.” Ray took a slow step towards the door to the living room. Ajax perked up, ready to pounce. “Too fucking bad. You should have specified.” They looked at each other like wild animals. He was the predator, she was the prey. The only question was, who would move first.

Ray did. She sprinted towards the door, opening it and slamming it in his face, but he was right behind her. Still clutching the towel, she jumped over the sofa to the other side of the room. She regretted not springing for a bigger apartment. “You little bitch. The more you struggle the more you will be punished.” He was in hunter mode now and Ray felt sympathy for anyone he’d ever been after. The man standing on the opposite side of the room was freaking scary and imposing. Adrenaline was pumping inside of her and her core was in knots. His cock was hard again and standing at the ready. She bit her lip. “Maybe I like the punishment.”, she hissed. He jumped and she ran into the kitchen. There was nowhere else for her to go, except the terrace, but she did not want to let the whole neighbourhood know what they were doing. The kitchen was kind of small and…tidy. He’d fucking tidied up when he got the food. Bastard.

He was blocking the doorway now and she was pressed against the sink. She had an idea. A terrible idea that was sure to make him mad. “You have nowhere to go. Come quietly and I might play nice.” She turned to look at him, catching his eye and holding his gaze. Slowly, she moved her arm towards the faucet. “Right. You bastard don’t know what nice means.” She threw an arm full of water towards him to slam him away from the door, but he’d expected that. He dodged and before she could move past him, he’d grabbed her. She screamed as he pressed her close to him for the second time today and he yanked the towel away from her.

“Oh, you bad, bad girl. You got rid of all the marks I left on your pretty little body.” Her naked back was pressed against his front. One hand held her close and aggressively fondled her breasts while the other was between her legs. “Don’t worry, I will make new ones.” His cock was throbbing against her naked ass as his hand slid along her folds. “God, you’re wet already.” It was true. Her face turned red at how embarrassingly quickly her body wanted him. But instead of admitting it, she struggled against him. He could take her right then and there. He could just thrust into her, make her scream again. “Fuck you.”, she spat out. “Your filthy mouth is just begging to be filled at this point.” And it was the truth. She longed to take his hard cock into her mouth. To choke on his length. So, instead of keeping her mouth shut, she proved him right. “Go to hell.” She hadn’t expected him to bite into the nape of her neck so hard that she gasped. He turned her around and the darkness in his eyes made her heart stop. If she didn’t know better, she would be scared. But they both knew that she was in control. She could stop this anytime.

“On your knees.”, he ordered and he pushed her down so hard she had no choice but to obey. Her face was now right in front of his cock and her mouth watered. All brattiness had left her body. Before he could say anything else, one of her hands was stroking him as the other cradled his balls. “Fuck, good girl.” She looked up at him and the feral look he gave her drove her wild. She opened her mouth but instead of taking him in, she licked the tip that was already leaking precum. His moans undid him. This man had no idea what was in store for him. She licked along his shaft while stroking him off lazily. His cock throbbed in her hand and she smiled right before she began taking him in. Slowly, she took him deeper and deeper, her tongue swirling around and licking his precum. He tried moving his hips, but she signalled him to stop. Not yet. She worked herself closer and closer to his base, taking deep breaths whenever she could and choking herself on him. Now it was his turn to swear profanities and to say her name like a prayer. His considerable size was a challenge and she doubted many had been able to take him like this. The thought made her a little proud and even more eager to please him. He held her hair out of her face like a gentleman and she gave him a sign to start moving.

He held her head steady by the hair as he fucked into her face. Careful at first, but more and more frantic as he realized that she could take it. One of her hands was still on his balls, kneading them as her other hand wandered between her legs. It was just a small release of the pressure she felt, but she knew she would get her turn later. The good thing about her power was that she could bend down the excess spit that would have made her cough and choke otherwise. Her knees began hurting on the cold tiles, but in the moment she wanted nothing more than to have Ajax cum right into her mouth. She could feel he was close. Until he hit her just as she was breathing in and she began coughing. He pulled out immediately to check if she was okay. “I’m fine.”, she said in between coughs, but he wasn’t having it. He pulled her back up on her wobbly legs to kiss her. “Fuck, baby, you did so good.”, he was genuinely impressed, but Ray was indignant. “I wanted you to cum in my mouth.” “Oh, no, I wouldn’t have. I have other plans.” 

He made her wrap her legs around his waist and carried her back into the bedroom, where he threw her onto the bed. That bastard had planned that, the tray was already on the floor. “That wasn’t much of a punishment if you enjoyed it, don’t you think?”, he asked as he stood at the foot of the bed, lazily stroking himself as he looked her up and down. Like he was going to devour her. Ray got goosebumps. “I mean, I almost choked on your cock, so I’d say that’s punishment enough.” Her voice was cocky to goad him on. She had no idea what else he wanted to do to her, but she desperately wanted to find out. “Turn around, on your stomach.” She gave him a smile. “No.” “Ray.” She’d always loved how her name sounded from his lips, but this was something else entirely. “Ajax.”

He didn’t take any more of her shit. He straddled her and even though she did her best to struggle, he turned her onto her stomach without a problem. Then, he sat down so she was trapped. “You little fucking brat.”, he spat and she couldn’t see him, but she could feel what he was doing. He jerked himself off. “No, no, no.”, she protested, her pussy aching for the relief she’d counted on. He pushed down onto her back with one arm. She couldn’t move. She was helpless. “You don’t deserve to cum.” “Ajax, please!”, her voice was so needy, it was embarrassing. “Oh, no. Begging won’t help you. You’re a dirty little bitch and you don’t deserve this.” And when he said ‘this’, he touched the wet spot between her legs, making her squirm. “I know how much you want it.” He moved lower down so he sat on her legs, his dick so close to both holes she wanted filled. She moved her ass closer. And jerked back as his hand hit her cheek hard. She cried out. He hit her again and again, alternating hands and cheeks and she just knew he had the nastiest grin on his face. But she didn’t dare look. She just screamed into the pillow. Healing the bruises had been a terrible idea. She wouldn’t make the same mistake again.

Right before she told him to stop in earnest, he already did. He lay his body down on top of hers, his dick between her ass cheeks. And he moved. Her tears turned from tears of pain to tears of frustration. He was so close. Just a little adjusting and he would be inside of her. But he didn’t let her shift. Instead, he bit into her neck, into her shoulder, never breaking skin, but leaving nasty, painful bruises. “Please, Ajax. I can’t-“ another bite made her yelp. “I can’t take it anymore. Please!” Her voice was full of the frustration she felt. He let up a little and turned her painfully so she could see him. “Are you sorry?”, he asked, his gaze was hard. “Yes!” “What are you sorry for?” “I’m sorry I got rid of the bruises you left on my body.” “Do you swear to never do it again?” “Yes, of course!” “I don’t think you understand. Do you swear to let my marks on your body heal naturally, even when I’m not around?” Ray’s voice caught before she could speak. What? Was he serious? He, of course, noticed her silence. “Do you swear?” She could feel him stroking himself again. “Okay, yes, I swear!” She would have said anything in that moment to get him to fuck her. He couldn’t be serious anyway. It was just a game. “And do you swear to always see me before the bruises fade so I can give you new ones?” Oh. “What?”, Ray asked, now completely confused. He lay down back on top of her, pressing her into the bed. His mouth was right by her ear when he said: “Do you swear to let me fuck you, to let me hurt you, regularly? Do you swear you will make time for me, to let me come to you whenever either of us wants to? Do you swear you will keep yourself safe so that I won’t have to worry about you when we are apart?” Her head swam. She was horny and confused and so fucking turned on and insecure. His cock throbbed against her back. She had no idea what she agreed to when she said: “Yes, I swear. Now please, please, fuck me.”

“With pleasure.”, he said with an obvious grin in his voice. Before she could say anything else, he’d buried himself inside of her. The tears came back, now because of the pleasure and the release she felt. He fucked her hard and deep and she came almost immediately. “Say my name.”, it was more of a plea than an order, but she was happy to obey. Her body was in so much pain and her head was confused, but she relished in the first thing and refused to acknowledge the second. When she came back down from her admittedly very long high, he pulled out and she could feel hot ropes of cum shooting across her back. Another way to mark her as his, even though she didn’t quite realize it yet.God, she was so tired. The alcohol was completely out of her system now, making her sluggish. The fact that it was five in the morning didn’t help either. Ajax carried her back into the bathroom, but this time he carefully put her in the bath and turned on the water. She knew it was both because he wanted to take care of her and because he wanted to make sure she only healed what was necessary and not one bruise more. He carried her back to the bed when she was finished and tucked her underneath the blanket. As he returned from his own shower, she was already half asleep. They didn’t say a word when he cuddled up against her as the big spoon. He pulled her close and she used his arm as a pillow. It was surprisingly comfortable. Usually, she had trouble falling asleep even when she was tired, but his steady breathing and the beating of his heart were like a lullaby to her. She must have already been dreaming because she could have sworn she heard him say “You are mine.”

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Gay Or Nay?: Ikemen Series Edition

86% voted yes, 14% voted no, so here’s the post. Reminder that these are MY impressions of the characters, and this is entirely a joke. No need to take me too seriously. If you disagree with me, that’s fine. No need to argue, just make your own post. 

Also small spoilers for my ikemen ocs series.

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Ikemen Sengoku

Nobunaga Oda 

Have you SEEN his right and left hand men? He’s either an ally or bi-curious. Can’t decide. 

Masamune Date 

He flirts with Mai to hide his homosexuality /j 

Nah, I’ve seen how he admitted that he’d kiss Nobunaga. He’s gay. Bisexual if you please, but gay. 

Mitsuhide Akechi 

Is that even a question? Have you somehow not seen the way he flirts with Hideyoshi? Let’s be honest, he’s bisexual. 

Keiji Maeda 

Idk him well enough to judge that. 

Hideyoshi Toyotomi 

I know a lot of people are going to want me to say Hideyoshi is gay because of Mitsuhide... But honestly, Hideyoshi gives me the vibes of someone who says gay shit without realizing its gay. He seems more like a very supportive ally to me. 

Ieyasu Tokugawa 

Idk but I can see him as like, panromantic or something. He also screams femboy to me but we dont talk about that 

Mitsunari Ishida 

Confused ally <3 

Ranmaru Mori 

Confused ally pt.2 + closeted ace 

Yoshimoto Imagawa 

Gay (they try to push so hard that he’s pretty, and no straight man is supposed to be that pretty /j) 

Sasuke Sarutobi 

Nerdy gay 

Kanetsugu Naoe 

Either indifferent so like, some kind of mspec or somewhere on the ace spectrum, maybe both, not too sure 

Yukimura Sanada 

Awkward gay (secretly dating nerdy gay) 

Kenshin Uesugi 

That one token straight guy who no one is completely sure that he’s straight or not. 

Shingen Takeda 

In my brain, major flirt = major bisexual so- 

Kicho 

I’ve seen other people write him as like, indifferent or pansexual so I’m leaning towards that 

Kennyo 

Wdym? He’s homophobic- (THIS IS A JOKE. NO HATE TOWARDS KENNYO) 

Motonari Mouri 

Kinda gives me either disaster bisexual or ace/aro vibes. 

Ikemen Revolution

Lancelot Kingsley 

Gay but in the closet about it 

Jonah Clemence 

Confession time: I thought he was a woman at first LMAO- 

Gay 

Edgar Bright 

He’s straight and an ally, but enjoys teasing the others 

Zero 

I dont think he’d care tbh 

Kyle Ash

Didnt realize he was gay until after he started dating his boyfriend 

Ray Blackwell 

His whole thing about freedom and living how you want to or whatever makes me think he’s bi 

Sirius Oswald 

He’s an ally <3 

Luka Clemence 

Shy gay 

Fenrir Godspeed 

Overly supportive ally (especially since his gf is MTF) 

Seth Hyde 

Everyone thinks he’s gay, but correction he’s pan 

Harr Silver 

He’s pansexual 

Loki Genetta 

I dont know him well enough?? 

Blanc Lapin 

He’s straight, maybe a little curious tho 

Oliver Knight 

He’s another ally, gives me the vibes of someone who would punch a homophobe in the face for insulting his friend 

Mousse Atlas 

I chronically forget he exists, so idk 

Dean Tweedle 

The gay twin 

Dalim Tweedle 

The straight twin that gets confused for the gay one 

Ikemen Vampire

Napoleon Bonaparte 

As far as I’m aware, in history he had two different wives and he kissed the tsar (even apparently said if the tsar was a woman, he’d make him his mistress soo--) Napoleon definitely isn’t straight 

Mozart 

He’s straight and hates everyone equally (/j) 

Leonardo da Vinci 

Gay 

Arthur Conan Doyle 

WHORE- this is a disaster bisexual 

Vincent van Gogh 

the supportive straight brother 

Theodorus van Gogh 

the angry gay brother 

Isaac Newton 

Too anxious to question his sexuality 

Jean d’Arc 

I like to joke that he’s bi but denies it because he hates men 

William Shakespeare 

not too sure tbh 

Osamu Dazai 

another disaster bisexual 

Comte de Saint-Germain 

I feel like he’d be omni. Like he doesn’t care, but still has a slight preference. Also supportive father figure <3 

Sebastian 

Serious gay 

Vlad 

I pondered on this one for a long time.. and I still have no answer 

Johann Georg Faust 

Closeted gay who suffers with internal homophobia (i literally wrote a oneshot for him where this was the main premise-) 

Charles-Henri Sanson 

another bi guy 

Ikemen Prince 

Leon Dompteur 

straight but supportive 

Chevalier Michel 

Bro, it’s CANON that he’s pansexual (I think- idk. I played his route when it first came out in english so its been awhile) 

Yves Kloss 

I feel like he’s bi but doesnt really talk about it 

Nokto Klein 

He’s too slutty to be ONLY into women 

Licht Klein 

Straight but an ally 

Clavis Lelouch 

gay ass clown 

Jin Grandet 

Straight 

Luke Randolph 

I HAVE NO IDEA???? 

Sariel Noir 

I feel like he’s straight but also an ally, like he doesn’t care but absolutely will NOT tolerate homophobia 

Rio Ortiz 

unsure. 

Gilbert von Obsidian 

Silly little gay man <3 I can see him as like, pan or something. 

Keith Howell 

Excluding his “other” side.. I can see Keith as straight, but a supportive ally 

Silvio Ricci 

He’s homophobic (secretly not straight but in denial) 

[lavender-teardroplettes]

All (current) Si ships

Get ready, this post'll be a doozy! Since it'll be long, it'll be under the cut! More will probably be added eventually as I go through more blogs/play more games, and maybe one day I'll get through the enormous backlog of art I've gotten myself into.

TT u TT

Also, some of these vary on lore and some vary on au, I like to think of a lot of scenarios for both writing and rp purposes and sometimes ships just happen, lol!

Here we go!

RH:

Ezra x Si (main pairing admittedly)

Exra x Si x Chris (Guard Dogs au)

Ezra x Si x Bess

Si x Bess

Si x Steph (accidentally angsty but also cute besties to lovers)

Si x Steph xBess

Si x Sammy (⚠️horny⚠️)

Si x Chris

Si x Chris x (unknown character in universe 👀)

YaH

Si x Adam

Si x Cain (*cough* biased towards this one)

MDHM

Si x Alan

Si x Stu (mostly were au, but some in game angst hohoho)

STNAF

Si x Friend

Si x Carter

Si x Z (this one is NEW- were!Z though *knuckle bite*)

Favor VN

Si x Z (wow, two Z's)

BNSH

Si x Ray

Si x Haley

Double Vision x Si (angsty and not a Good Route)

Be My Muse (LMRY)

Si x Zecharias

Si x Salvador (waiting on more lore but Sal and his cute lil tsundere crush- *gets pelted with a violin bow*)

SWWSDJ

Si x Jack/Jacktor

Si x Shaun (da-

Si x Nick(-ddies)

Si x Ian (ex-boyfriend and angsty purposes until more lore is dropped)

DachaBo

Si x Bo

Hot Killer Babes (VERY NEW -thanks Lily lol)

Si x Diva

Si x Eddie (?) (Si would have a hard time with the whole enemies to lovers souly for the fact that Si would see that Eddie didn’t like him, try and avoid him as much as possible and get the project done asap, then realize that Diva and Eddie were twins and curse the world for his luck in having to hang out with Eddie more just for Diva and because he has a hard time telling people no without a good excuse lol. Getting past that, I think they could be cute, but Si wouldn’t believe Eddie at first if they got to the confession stage and would think it would be some sorta joke at first because rumors tend to spread that way and he’d think that Eddie was only hanging out with him for Diva’s sake.)

Blackberry Winter

Si x Conrad

MINE/FLVN

Si x Keith

Si x Damien

CWP

Si x Harper

Mushroom Oasis

Si x Mychael

Yan ocs w/o a game

Krow x Si (@ thekrows-nest) (new)

Vic x Si (@ starsetven) (new)

Avery X Si (@ starsetven) (new)

Si x Miles (my oc)

BG3 (Si’s a Teifling btw uwu)

Si x Will x Karlach (trying for this in current play through, but will be happy with just Karlach lol)

Si x Halsin

Si x Astrion (not romanced in game yet)

Edit:

ATA

Si x Douglas (this one got deleted while saving drafts from my phone to my laptop oops)

[redrawthecolorlessworld]

Ref Sheets Masterpost (or something like that idk)

This post compiles all of the ref sheets i've done, categorized between Rhymix, Epidemic Stellaria, and Reality Haxxors, plus a misc section for ref sheets that don't fit in either category, for the sake of easier accessibility, in case anyone needs them.

The ref sheets have their own tag too, yes, but I'd rather link them all in this post to make things easier. This post might be incomplete because I didn't include the old ref sheets of characters I'm going to redesign. So yeah. More ref sheets will be added over time~

All will be under the cut! :)

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1. Rhymix:

- Glory Road, Lumine, and Ray redesigns + Lorn

- Stasis

- Aremia

- Lucas

- Lady

- Tempestissimo's second design

- Compiled ref sheets 1-10

- Compiled ref sheets 11-20

- Compiled ref sheets 21-30

- Compiled ref sheets 31-40

- Compiled ref sheets 41-50

- Compiled ref sheets 51-60

- Compiled ref sheets 61-67

- Destonio redesigns

- Upshift

- DRG

- Alxaid

- Ionostream

- Aleph redesign

- Mantis redesign

- Astra Walkthrough

- World Fragments III

- Chronicle

- Ars Cantate redesign

- Pandora Paradox

- Aegleseeker's second design

- Trojan redesign

- Hikaru redesign

- ultradiaxon-N3 redesign

- Felys revision

- Hivemind and Hivemind Interlinked

- Chronomia

- Perfect

- Fate "redesigns" (not really redesigns but you get it right)

- Destr0yer

- Credits

- Colorless

- Lea

- Pamolia second design redesign

- Crave Wave

- Tsunagite redesign

- Terabyte redesign

- Mope Mope

- Mayoeru ref sheet revision (I only changed the name written on the drawing)

- Trap Crow

- Aria (Aremia redesign + rename)

- Pandora Paradox redesign

- Particle Arts

- Inverted World

- Suito

- Ling Hao Cheliang (or just Ling)

- Ether Strike (redesign) and Ether Second

- Primeval Texture (In the past...)

- Nhelv

- Random

- D3D3D3 redesign

- Colorless (redesign? second design? i also dfk)

- Cybernetic Vampire (redesign)

- Testify (redesign)

- World Vanquisher

- Amazing Mighty (redesign? second design? i don't care right now, i'm gonna commit arson /nsrs)

- Miaya (second design)

- Upshift (redesign)

- Momento (redesign)

- Eternity (redesign)

- Aleph-0 (second design)

- Destonio (second design revision + third design) (first design where? into oblivion for now)

- Convergence

- Defection

- Primeval Texture (fourth design redesign)

- Infinite Strife

- Frey

- Horizon Blue and Bloody Marquis

- The 90's Decision

- Pure

- solips (my keyboard STILL won't let me put in the right o. smh)

- Vulcanus

- Particle Arts (redesign)

2. Epidemic Stellaria:

- Colorless (redesign? third design? i'm gonna dunk paint on myself)

- Satomi Miura

3. Reality Haxxors:

- Compiled Arthesia Vignetta and Tyler Morrison ref sheets

- Arthesia Vignetta (redesign? second design? i'm gonna snap you out of reality)

- Alex Vignetta

- Arisa

- Arthesia Vignetta (third design)

- The Minase twins

3. Miscellaneous:

- Arthesia Vignetta (Persona ver.)

- A bunch of LobCorp people

- Aster (LobCorp)

- Raspberry (old oc redesign)

- A.rcaea and R.otaeno gijinka designs or whatever idk i fucking hate myself for this

- Arthesia (LobCorp ver.)

[theartoflovingthomashunt]

In the Stillness of Sunrise

[All Thomas Hunt x Alex Spencer Masterlists] [Red Carpet Diaries]

Pairing: Thomas Hunt x Alex Spencer (F!OC) Book: Red Carpet Diaries Word Count: ~550 Rating: General: no warnings (all the fluffy fluff) Prompts: “i love it when your voice is the first thing i hear in the morning.” (requested by @peonyblossom); “I hope you know by now how much you mean to me.” @choicesflashfics; @choicesjuly2023challenge: pink

Synopsis: Thomas and Alex share a soft morning moment.

As the morning sky blushed with hues of pink and gold, a radiant glow emerged on the horizon. The sun's tender rays peeked through the curtains as it made its ascent. A delicate dance of light and shadows played in the room as the curtains swayed gently in the soft, refreshing breeze, whispering promises of the new and beautiful day ahead.

Thomas stirred as the warmth of the sun brushed against him, his arm instinctively reaching out to pull Alex closer. She snuggled against his chest, her breath soft and rhythmic. With eyes half-closed, he traced delicate circles on her back, his touch light and soothing. He couldn't help but smile as he felt her nuzzle against him.

"Good morning," he whispered, his voice still husky with sleep.

Alex mumbled a sleepy response, her fingers dancing lazily across his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart. "Morning," she murmured, shifting slightly before snuggling back into him, hoping for a few more minutes of sleep. 

His lips pulled in the corners, his gaze mesmerized by his sleepy beauty. He pressed a tender kiss on top of her head. "You know," he whispered. "I love it when your voice is the first thing I hear in the morning." 

Despite her attempt to sleep, her smile grew. "Even when it's a groggy, mumbled, half-asleep mess?" 

"Especially then," he confessed, his fingers threading through her hair that fanned out down her back, "because it's only for me."

Her brow rose as she rested her chin on his chest, looking up at him skeptically. 

"I hope you know by now how much you mean to me. That includes all of you." Thomas brushed his thumb over her cheek, cradling her face. "And, I trust no one else gets to enjoy your morning pleasantries as I do."

"I'm pleasant in the mornings now?" She giggled softly, her fingers drawing imaginary patterns on his chest. "And...well, it isn't only for you; there is another," she began hesitantly.

He sighed in amusement, "Bogart doesn't count."

"Why not? He loves my morning mumbles because he's usually thinking the same thing—" she paused to pout a moment, "—not yet, more sleep!"

"If you go back to sleep, how will you enjoy your coffee?" Thomas offered, slowly drawing back the blankets.

"That's the good thing about coffee," Alex mused as she wrapped herself around him. "It's good anytime. Even in another hour."

"Perhaps, but if you get up now, we might just have time to enjoy it in quiet before our sweet children wake," he countered. "Think about it. Sitting on the porch, with a fresh, warm cup of coffee, and you wrapped in my arms in the stillness of sunrise." 

"Just us?"

"Just us." He brushed her hair away from her face, tucking it behind her ear. "Unless Bogart follows us."

"He'll probably stay with the twins. He takes his big brother duties very seriously."

"I had noticed." He smiled, grateful for how gentle but protective Bogart had been. "What do you say?"

"You make a very compelling argument."

"Is that a yes?"

"For you?" The question lingered as she propped herself up, tenderly caressing his jaw. She pressed a kiss there, his beard tickling her lips. There was no one else who could get her to agree to wake up before she had to, but him. "—Always."

Thank you so much for reading. I always enjoy early mornings with these two love birds. They have my whole heart.

Thank you so much for the request @peonyblossom 🥰🥰🥰

[mn9-confessions]

Since nobody is going to send au's, there's mine.

♊ Twins au ♊

An alternate universe where Trinity and Ray are twin sisters

Head canons:

- They were built at the same time for different purposes. Obviously, Trinity was made for "growing" (whatever this means) and building, while Ray was made as a tool of war and for stealing data

- it's clear that Trinity was Dr White's favorite

- She still had the inability to communicate.

- Trinity was envious of anyone who could talk

- About Dr White: the reason of why he created Raychel in this au is because he was obliged to do it, these were times when people thought another world war would break out and cherry dinamics wanted to be at the forefront of a future conflict.

- he never cared about Ray's development, he only designed her and left her in charge on third party groups.

- He only cared about the development of Trinity since she was his great creation

- about Raychel: before Trinity's incident, she used to live in one of those cherry din military bases

- at first she only communicated through grunts and guttural sounds.

- for this reason, no one in cherry din wanted to be close to her, even Dr Blackwell saw her as an abomination, they just saw her as an animal and not as a sentient robot.

- the only person who cares about her, was an old scientist named Dr Mariah Magdalene (my oc), who teaches her how to read and talk

- In this AU, Ray became Dr White and Graham's divorce child after Trinity's incident

[kityowle]

New(ish) CRK oc

Her names Mauve Tourmaline Cookie, made her a few weeks back. Here's some info bout her!(p.s I forgot the creators username on this platform but this character is related to their characters of the Tourmaline family):

Mauve Tourmaline Cookie was a member of House Tourmaline. She was the twin sister of Purple Tourmaline Cookie, and sister Maroon Tourmaline Cookie, wife of Salmon Topaz Cookie, and mother of Lavender Tourmaline Cookie, Colorless Tourmaline Cookie, Achroite Tourmaline Cookie, and Magenta Tourmaline Cookie. She was well known for being the sister of the queen, as well as for her kind and sympathetic personality towards others, no matter their status in the Siren Kingdom. Unfortunately, she disappeared during the Gem-Siren war, leaving her family distraught over her disappearance. Some say she was killed, others say she's being held captive by the Gem Mermaids. To this day no one knows what happened to her, and she hasn't been seen, nor heard from since that day...

Personality

Mauve Tourmaline Cookie was a kind and sympathetic Cookie, many looked towards her for comfort when they needed it most and she'd gladly do so which made many in the Siren Kingdom adore her, just as much as they did her sister. She cared deeply about her family and would do anything to protect them, even if it cost Mauve Tourmaline Cookie her life. Unlike most, she did try to be on neutral terms with the Gem Mermaids when she was younger, but after an incident that almost cost her her life she grew to hate them as well. This could've been a key factor in her disappearance later on during the Gem-Siren war.

Backstory

As a young siren, Mauve Tourmaline Cookie along with her twin sister Purple Tourmaline Cookie, and brother Maroon Tourmaline Cookie, got along quite well. They'd always be playing around and doing what little ones do, but things changed a bit after their parents were murdered in front of them by Gem Mermaids. They now only had each other, things were rough but they managed. When they were older they started doing their own things and what not, they still hung out every now and then. One day, Mauve decided to try and be on neutral terms with the Gem Mermaids and try and forget about her hatred towards them but unfortunately things didn't go so well and she almost got killed. After that day, her hatred for them only grew more and more. As time flew by she soon met her siblings crushes/spouses, at first she was a bit skeptical because she had gotten protective of them but she warmed up to them eventually.

Love at first sight?

When Mauve was in her late teens she met Salmon Topaz Cookie and his companion Water Bloom Cookie as they were out sailing and she got curious, the two almost instantly clicked and they began hanging out more and more often. A few years past and they started dating, the two loved each other dearly and in their early twenties they got married. Sometime during their time together she made him one or three pearl necklaces of lost pearls she found on the sea floor, it was one of her ways of showing affection.

Little rays of sunshine

Soon enough Mauve and her husband had a four children named Lavender Tourmaline Cookie, Colorless Tourmaline Cookie, Achroite Tourmaline Cookie, and Magenta Tourmaline Cookie(all at different times-ish). she loved her children dearly and could often be seen cradling the young ones whilst singing the lullaby "You are my sunshine". Her children were her pride and joy, she swore to always protect her little rays of sunshine even if it cost her her life. She made a lot of things for her little girs and boys, one of them being a necklace with their initials engraved into it.

Gem-Siren war

During the Gem-Siren war she helped as many of her sisters people as she could, but amidst the chaos she had disappeared. No one knew where she had gone or what'd happened to her, some say she was killed whilst others say she was taken and is being held hostage by the Gem Mermaids. Either way, no one's seen her or hear from her ever since. Devastated, her twin sister made a memorial for her for she believed that her twin had died and swore to avenge her. Mauve's little rays of sunshine was left without a mother and was instead raised by their now widowed father, and of course they knew who their mother was and what she was known for. Only things that remain of her is what she left behind, her children, her memories, and the things she had made.

Family

Parents

Father: Unknown

Mother: Unknown

Siblings

Brother: Maroon Tourmaline CookieTwin Sister:

Purple Tourmaline head Purple Tourmaline Cookie

Husband: Salmontopazhead Salmon Topaz Cookie

Children:

Son(s):

Colorless Tourmaline Cookie, and Achroite Tourmaline Cookie(Twins)

Daughter(s):

Lavender Tourmaline Cookie, and Magenta Tourmaline Cookie

Here's what her memorial/statue looks like:

And here's the link to her wiki if any9me would like to see!:

[marshmallowprotection]

Hi Kait! How have you been? I don't know if you remember me, but I'm the same anon who came up with the idea of ​​Ray's Assistant in a relationship with the SE System.

Your response put a huge smile on my face and made me lost in daydreams, thousands of scenarios came to my mind and I needed to write them down—Being honest, I've considered making a fanfic about it, but secondly I haven't played Ray's Route, so I don't entirely trust my characterization of him and Suit, and firstly, well, SE Ray and Grave are pretty much your OCs and I wouldn't feel right doing it without consulting you first.

However, I didn't come here to talk about it but about the Secrets Endings-

You see, I'm relatively new to the Mystic Messenger fandom. I heard about the game when I was younger, but since I didn't have the means to play it back then, I quickly forgot about it, and it wasn't until earlier this year that I rediscovered it.

When something catches my attention, the first thing I do is get as much information about it as I can, not caring about spoilers in the case of series and video games. So, putting Mystic Messenger in the tumblr search engine I found your blog and, well... I love character analyzes—exploring their minds, find the reason (or at least try to understand) why they are the why they are and why they do what they do helps me to connect with the characters, discovering both good and bad traits of mine in their ways of being, and your analyzes of Saeran are so amazing that I ended up falling in love with him and your writing!

And I just completed the Secret Endings, which only served to position Unknown and SE Saeran in first place in my top favorite characters.

I have so many things to say, not only about him, about V and Saeyoung as well.

V is someone I have mixed feelings for—As character, he's excellent, as person, I want to slap him. I don't hate him, I can sympathize with him in certain ways and I cried because of it on more than one occasion during the first Secret Ending, I still don't like him though.

He upsets me, both with what he says and what he doesn't.

He feels responsible for Rika's actions, I get it, but how does he not realize the damage his "I'll take all the blame and consequences on my own" mentality causes? Yoosung, Jumin, Saeyoung, and Saeran—He hurts them all with his silence.

Despite everything, I have to admit that his death left me with a strange void. Look, during the ENTIRE game I accumulated this distrust and anger towards him, to which pity was added thanks to the SE.

I have thousands of questions, a lot of criticism, the desire to understand his motivations, and the little, stupid hope that maybe, just maybe, he can redeem himself-

But none of that matters because the bastard is dead.

I can't interrogate him, I can't yell and hit him, I can't give him a second chance because he's dead—Saeran killed him, and there's a little voice in my head telling me he deserved it.

He deserved it, for fostering in Rika the thought that her mental instability was 'beautiful'.

He deserved it, for not going to Jumin and telling him what was happening, even knowing that that man would move heaven and earth for his friends' well-being.

He deserved it, for not let know Saeyoung about the kidnapping of his twin.

He deserved it, for continuing to defend Rika even when she brainwashed hundreds, maybe thousands of people, locking up Saeyoung, Vanderwood, and MC, and destroy the sweet child she promised to care for.

He deserved it, so why did I shed my tears for him?

I could sit on my bed and think about it until I find an answer, but I can't waste my time like that when Saeran is here—Finally, he's here. He's alive, he's furious, he's depressed, he's confused, and I want to hug him and reassure him that everything will be okay, but I know it's not that easy.

...Is this how Saeyoung feels during all of this? Does he also feel this anger, this inexplicable sadness, this dissatisfaction, this feeling of relief?

Saeyoung needs a hug too. And I want to cuddle with him, caress his hair, kiss his forehead, let him know that he has my full support and that one day we will be happy, the three of us. But at some point my affection for him became something brotherly, and yes, I want him to love and be loved, to have his wedding on the space station, just not with me, not anymore.

I can relate to him on a personal level in this situation—I also have a sister with poor mental health, and she may not be at Saeran's level of instability, but she still has zero self-esteem and suicidal thoughts, and having someone you love in such condition is not easy.

Seeing Saeyoung begging Saeran not to leave him, that he's here for him, that they'll get through this together hit too close to home. But Saeran's refusal to listen to him, although understandable, was killing me, because just thinking about my sister reacting like that to me...

Some of the things Saeyoung said, however, made me uncomfortable.

They made me uncomfortable because they're exactly the kind of things I keep to myself knowing they might sound selfish to my sister's ears. When he talked about how time is a social construction? "Don't say things like that, it's not that easy," was what I thought, and Saeran shouted similar words.

Still, I admire his strength, because if I were in Saeyoung's place, I would have cried almost the entire time.

Now, Saeran...

Oh, Kait, you have no idea how much I love his voice. Some people say it doesn't suit the character, but for me it fits perfectly, Sujin Kang's performance is worthy of a standing ovation.

You can feel his disbelief as he sees V in that cabin, and how his reality crumbles as he cries "Savior! Savior!" when Rika refuses to give him answers. When he compared Saeyoung dragging him into the bunker with his mother locking up and Rika isolating him it was like someone had taken my heart in hand and squeezed it, he sounded so hopeless...

By the time Saeyoung stopped him from ending his life, I was sobbing silently. I cried in every episode of the second Secret Ending and always because of Saeran, even now my eyes fill with tears thinking about everything he had to go through.

I don't think I can say anything about our boy that you haven't said before, but I can assure you that my love for him is stronger than ever and that my new understanding of his mental state is going to drown me in sobs.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to reread Iris and cry about it properly.

Have a good night!

Jihyun is a complicated, multi-faceted character. He and Rika both did things that furthered the worst case scenario, and frankly, they brought out the worst in each other time and time again. I find him interesting, and frankly, he's my third favorite character because of how complex he is. Though, I hardly get to discuss it because V and Rika, both, are talked about in the sense of extremes rather than the realm of discussing how they both hold blame and fault.

Their relationship was mutually toxic and abusive. They were using each other for the wrong reasons and their relationships spiraled out of control because what they thought was love was actually idolation and obsession. V will keep his promise to never let go of someone to make up for what happened to his mother, and the only route where he is able to fully overcome that without hitting rock bottom, is in his own route.

Ray Route and Seven Route are the worst case scenario for Jihyun Kim.

Because he is immediately forced into a position where he has no choice but to decide what he wants to do with himself, and he will choose to regress into his mistakes every time instead of pulling out of them. It's one of the reasons why I like his character so much.

When you think he's going to finally help himself and make the right decision, he regresses, unfortunately, and that's human. All of these characters have moments where they regress or they struggle, and that's what helps them feel human, even if it's frustrating. We all have moments in our life like that, and we're not proud of it.

But, hey, the world isn't perfect and we can make mistakes despite our intentions.

I've loved Saeran since 2016, but let me tell you, SE Saeran means so much to me. It can be tough to play through the Secret Endings because I know exactly what he's feeling and I know where he's been. Looking at him sometimes it's like looking in a mirror, and there is comfort in knowing that he knows what it feels like to not have control over his situation, because sometimes all you want is to be understood by something you love.

Even if you can't find that in the real world, seeing it in the media means that your experience is something that can be understood and someone will get you someday, and smile at you the way you want. 

It just goes to show that we can learn a lot from the things we love. Sure, you related much more to Saeyoung in this situation, but playing this allowed you the opportunity to see more of what it must feel like to be in your sister's shoes. I think the great thing about emotionally charged games like this is that it gives us the opportunity to better understand not only ourselves but the people around us. Because I think the best way to learn and grow is to continue to seek out things that make us see ourselves in a way that may not be comfortable, but gives us a chance to face what needs to be faced. 

Iris is a labor of love so I am happy to hear that you enjoyed that story in particular. I always wanted to write an assistant timeline for Unknown outside of the confines of the one I created for my MC. That story was the one I always wanted to write and even to this day, I'm happy I wrote it. 

That little plot twist at the end is my favorite part because there are bits and pieces that give you hints about what's going to happen once you get to those last few chapters, but I made them sparingly appear in the strangest places so it would come to the reader as a surprise. 

[eclipsedcrystalstar]

hello i come to ask Who Exactly Is Solar? (new to ur blog and im not quite sure where to start, but he seems like a fun lad) ~bloodmoons-knife

Ooo okay so Solar is my DCA OC I made back in February of last year (he was made with no connection to SAMS, the channel didn’t even exist at the time) along with his sister Lunar, my other DCA OC

Solar’s original purpose was to be a fire performer, as a way to both help generate money for the in-progress Pizzaplex and to help cover up the fires of the past. Once the Pizzaplex was built they wiped his memory completely, reprogrammed him, changed his design slightly, and repurposed him to work in the daycare, as well as to be a security bot to monitor the new plex.

Solar would work in the daycare on his own for a while, the kids were always frightened by him due to his appearance and size but they’d generally get used to him because he’s nice and cares about the kids. He always wanted a little sibling, seeing all the kids that were siblings playing together happily.

Eventually he did get one, a little sister named Lunar. Designed to help him with running the daycare. Her design was much more welcoming than Solar’s due to actually being designed for this job. Unfortunately Lunar was horribly abusive to Solar when no one was around. Punching him/hitting him with things like metal poles and using a remote to activate his internal shocker being the most frequent ways she would hurt him. Everyone liked Lunar better, and she began making her brother seem much scarier than he is to get the kids to dislike him more. Because Lunar was so much better liked, any attempts by Solar to tell staff about his abuse was brushed off as him lying out of jealousy. Lunar is the reason for the broken rays and those glowing red lines on his face, being scars from the abuse.

One day Solar had just gotten on the performance wire, he stepped off the stage and Lunar cut through it. Solar fell rapidly to the daycare floor with way too much force, destroying a lot of his casing and causing him to go offline, however his chip was not damaged so he could be brought back. His body was repaired and after realizing what Lunar did she was decommissioned.

Then Sun and Moon were created, twin brothers to each other and little brothers to Solar. Solar was very nervous around them at first for obvious reasons, but eventually got more comfortable with them and they grew to be extremely close. Solar is highly protective of the twins and will not hesitate to hurt anyone who hurts his brothers. He’s freakishly strong and can shoot fire, so definitely not a smart idea to hurt the twins.

Also some of the AUs of Solar you might see: FP Solar: Not really an AU, rather how I refer to the the original Solar due to the memory wipe and personality change

Broken Solar: A version of Solar where Lunar never cut the wire, the abuse continued and he fell into complete disrepair. In discussions with Madcat’s “Lord Night” he was repaired and now lives happily with Lord Night as his brother

WW Solar: Werewolf, a human au but Sun Moon Solar and Lunar are werewolves. There are different variants of this (Regular, Fluffy Dads, Fluffy Kids)

Ghost Solar: Human au, but Solar was killed by Lunar and is a ghost. In versions with SAMS characters he’s adopted BloodMoon (ghost twins that died at age 16) as his kids

Demon Solar: As the name suggests Solar is a demon, specifically a fire demon. He makes an oath to protect Sun and Moon (humans) and would later adopt them as his brothers. In versions with SAMS characters he’s friends with BloodMoon (Blood demon)

[clean-bands-dirty-stories]

Double Edged Sword

Part 1

A/n: Decided to not do an x reader with this one and actually indulge myself with the oc I’ve been picturing for this specific scenario. I’ve had a lot of OC’s that I tuck away when I do imagines but this time, I’m gonna just include him, even though I know my already bare bones interaction will go down. This one is for me <3

Side note: This is an ot3 fic between my OC (Sam), Xavier and Tyler that goes into a lot of stuff that I hc about this series. I think I have a very different interpretation of these characters than most people do so like. Keep that in mind.

Word Count: 5,000+

Warnings: implied domestic abuse, manipulation.

Wednesday Addams hated Nevermore Academy. She hated everything about it, like the therapist who wanted to peek into her mind, even though Wednesday knew the second she did she’d run screaming. There wasn’t even a point to trying. Like the mean girl siren who had a shitty attitude and thought she was better than everyone else - just like every annoying mean girl that ran these stupid institutions of torture. Like the meaningless classes that didn’t teach Wednesday anything she didn’t already know from her family. The fact that said family haunted every inch of the school, and that every step she took had already been taken by one of her parents. Like her roommate. God, she hated her roommate more than anything else here.

Enid Sinclair had only one redeeming quality: her brother.

Sam was... interesting. Enid had admitted to not being able to go full wolf like she was supposed to be able to at her age. Sam, on the other hand, was apparently a prodigy. He had wolfed out for the very first time when he was startlingly young. He never talked about what had set him off, as it hadn’t been on a full moon, or even at night, but everyone knew that he was one of the youngest werewolves to fully transform known through history.

Enid was all sunshine and different shades of pink and dyed hair and multicolored nails. She was cotton candy personified, rays of sunshine sprinkling from her wavy, blonde hair. Sam was bitter and biting and arms crossed, rolling eyes. He wasn’t drawn to black the way Wednesday was, he just didn’t care all that much about fashion in general. Which wasn’t weird for boys, I suppose, but compared to Enid it was startling. He was a fan of sweat pants and tshirts on the days he didn’t have to wear his school uniform, where he could always be found with a non-matching hoodie underneath his blazer. The only thing he and Enid had in common was a necklace - one with a lock, and one with a key. Enid’s key hadn’t made sense at first, until Sam had changed into his usual tshirt with a short amount of time and had run out with the small lock moving along his chest as he ran to catch up with his twin and her friends.

Wednesday liked Sam. He wasn’t Addams weird, but he didn’t treat Wednesday like a freak. He seemed to follow her logic just fine enough. She realized a little too late that it was because he wasn’t a talker; he was a listener. That’s what they had in common. When everyone spoke, Sam was the one who heard every single word. To the point that when Enid made Wednesday a snood and the black haired girl made a comment that it would be a fitting piece of clothing to wear to a funeral, Sam snorted in the corner. “A high compliment,” he remarked. And Enid rolled her eyes, thinking him sarcastic, and left. But Wednesday Rose and eyebrow, stunned at this man as he looked at her knowingly.

“How did you know I like funerals?”

That question seemed to amuse him. “If you liked anything, it would be the things that other people hated. Dead or vicious plants instead of roses or daffodils. Black before any other color. Comments that were insults, are compliments. You like the quiet and the dark. The stormy, cold weather, and the loneliness that comes with silence - both that would drive a normal person crazy if they indulged in it for too long. But not you, hm?”

Wednesday thought him a genius. Not just because he had perfect grades, but because he saw and understood so much more than others did. And he wasn’t just like this with her either. He had a perceptiveness for every student.

So when Wednesday got looped in some kind of murder mystery, of course she included her clever friend.

He was in a lot of ways, the Sherlock to her Watson. Or... perhaps the other way around. They both had an unapproachable way of being, it was hard to tell which was who.

“You’re definitely Sherlock,” Sam told her one day when she jokingly referred to him as the detective. She rose a questioning eyebrow but he was already answering her unspoken question without needing to be prompted. “You’re the logical one. The one who’s willing to do whatever it takes to get the facts. The one who walks into a room, and only stays if there is something interesting. I’m the people person. You get facts, I get living beings. They make sense to me. And... perhaps that wasn’t Watson’s exact thing?” He shrugged. “I’ll learn how to be a doctor for you.”

Wednesday smiled.

She decided he was officially her best friend.

The thing that really sold it was that while Enid and Eugene were great, they both were easily scared and put off. Wednesday often had to forcibly drag them into trouble... and that wasn’t fair. Sam went willingly. Eagerly, even. So although Wednesday still had lots of fun in the Hummers with Eugene, she also had taken the initiative to drag Sam after her into the club as well. And though she ended up being at Enid’s side during the Poe Cup, her eyes sought Sam’s in the crowd when everyone cheered her on and she felt lost in people who would have otherwise hated her in any other situation. Who did hate her.

He was there every time she went to fine more answers. Every break in, whether to a mortuary (where Sam had to hide under the office desk with bated breath, sneaking out a window and hoping the best for Wednesday when the mortician and the sheriff went into the morgue, where his best friend had gone to look at the bodies) or a secret library (getting kidnapped wasn’t that bad, but she did get a little more aggressive than she probably should have when she looked around and realized she could not see where Sam was... it turns out that he was just behind all the other students, bling folded and gagged, but still) or even Xavier Thorpe’s personal art studio, he was there for all of it.

In the shed, Sam and Wednesday looked around with wide eyes at the paintings of the beast that they had seen in the woods. Wednesday had now seen it twice, Sam only once, but it was burned into both of their minds. Wednesday looked at Sam. “You’ve been here for a few years longer than me. You know Xavier, right?”

Sam shrugged. “Yeah. We were friends once.” He always did that when Wednesday asked about something personal. Brushed it off, or minimized what had actually happened. He did it the most with Xavier... and Tyler Galpin, of all people. Wednesday didn’t know what was going on with the three boys, but she couldn’t be nice about it this time. She needed Sam’s insight.

“Do you think he’s the beast?”

Sam didn’t react shocked, or even offended, as so many people did when you accused people they knew of being horrible, evil things. He thought about it logically. “The art is weird,” he admitted. “But I know what Xavier’s ability is. He’s an animator. He can make pictures move, or even bring them to life outside of the page. He can’t turn into a beast. And if he did... I mean, what kind of creature would need such a set of skills?”

Wednesday hadn’t thought of that. Evolution created creatures, even supernatural ones. The parts of your genetics that were different in order to make room for abilities, they all connected. They made sense. Most people had mental abilities or physical abilities. It was such a weird match to be able to play with pictures, and then also turn into a horrible monster when the moon was out.

Wednesday sighed. “So probably not Xavier?”

“Probably not,” Sam agreed. She appreciated that he didn’t shut her down totally, or get angry or even emotional, or call her crazy. He was being completely fair to her accusations. It was one of the reasons she liked him - he would consider things logically, even if he didn’t like the implications of the thing he had to consider.

“Well then.” She lowered her bag to let Thing back inside, then pulled it onto her back again. “That’s all that we’re going to find here. Let’s-“

Sam put a single finger to his lips and Wednesday went silent immediately. Sam’s head tilted, his blonde hair glinting in the artificial light as he closed his eyes, listening intently to whatever he was hearing outside. That was another perk to having a werewolf as your partner in crime: super senses.

“Someone outside,” he whispered very quietly. His eyes opened and then his lips pressed together in an unreadable expression. “It’s Xavier.”

Wednesday asked, “Do we have time to get out of the shed without him seeing us?” Sam shook his head no. Wednesday looked for a place to hide, but immediately realized that was also a bad idea. She looked at the blonde. “What’s the plan, Watson?” He was the people expert after all.

Dutifully, Sam met her eyes and she could see the cogs of his thought process clicking in place. “Wait here.” And that insane man simply walked outside the shed. Wednesday watched with parted lips, surprised at him. She stayed absolutely silent though... partly to keep hidden, and partly so she could hear what was about to happen.

Sam closed the shed, and began to walk away from it. A heart beat’s later, he heard, “Sam?”

The blonde turned to the other person there, and felt himself naturally grow awkward and stiff. Yes, this was good. “Xavier,” he greeted shortly. He swallowed. “I knocked but, you didn’t answer.”

“Yeah,” Xavier nodded. “Probably because I wasn’t inside.”

“As I can see.” Sam’s hands intertwined behind his back. His knuckles went white as he gripped his wrists, trying to brace himself for what he was about to do. “Well. Hi.”

Xavier huffed in amusement. “Hi.” A pause. “Is there... a reason you’re here?”

And here is where Sam ended. He came to terms with the fact that this conversation would kill him. “I haven’t been here in a while. Sorry to just show up. I just, I had to ask-“ he cut off, his voice shaking. Xavier Rose an eyebrow. So did Wednesday, inside the shed. Sam had been here before? Interesting. “The R-“ Nope, that word stuck in his throat too. He cleared it, suddenly unable to look away from Xavier. He was frozen solid. “I thought I might be allowed to bother you, as- well, you see- I know that soon, we have a certain... event, coming up,” Sam choppily managed. Xavier’s eyes widened in surprise as he understood.

“The Rav’n?”

Wednesday covered her mouth inside the shed. Holy shit.

Sam swallowed again. “Look, I-“ He cleared his throat again. “I know we haven’t been friends in a long time, and we were never really together or anything. But I don’t have a date, and J thought, for old time’s sake, we could maybe go together. Since this is the first time you won’t have a date either.”

Xavier slowly smiled, small and unsure, but there. “As friends?”

Sam’s claws grew just a little, digging into his skin. “If you want.”

Xavier didn’t answer at first. Then he started to walk toward Sam, his smiling fading to something more personal. More tender. When they were just about chest to chest, Xavier slowly rose a hand to touch Sam’s cheek. Sam gasped and Xavier seemed to revel in it. “I didn’t think... you’d ever react to me like that again.” Sam’s eyes fluttered and Xavier’s hand shot away. He softly chuckled under his breath. “And to think last time, you were so-“

“Xavier,” Sam whispered, eyes closed. “I’m trying to be friends with you again. What we had before - it’s off limits.” He opened his eyes, looking up at the giant of a boy. “I don’t want that again. I’m trying to resurrect our friendship again. Our friendship only.”

Xavier went quiet for a second. His smile was gone. “Yeah. Sure, that would be- you and me. At the Rav’n.”

A very old part of Sam screamed with joy, too weak and small to actually effect enough of Sam to garner a reaction of any kind. He just nodded. “I’ll see you there then.” And then he turned and began to walk away.

Xavier, ever so predictable, followed. “Sam, wait!” Sam may have had shorter legs, but he took faster steps, and he found himself much more familiar with the woods than even Xavier was. So he stayed ahead just fine. Not too far to discourage Xavier from following, but enough that when Wednesday slipped out of the shed, Xavier was too busy to notice.

Distracted by his friend’s escape, Sam misjudged how far ahead he was and was surprisingly pulled to a stop by a firm grip on his wrist. He spun around to face a frantic Xavier. For a horrible second, he thought he was about to be kissed. A kiss would have ruined everything. He would have broken, right then and there, and all the last months of what he had worked so hard to build would have immediately broken down. They’d have been right back to where they were before, and Sam would have been miserable but too wrapped up to try and escape a second time.

What he got instead was a hug. He had a different surrender with this act of affection. Not something passionate and painful, though it did have a twist in his gut that stung. No, this was a slower thing. Warmer. An easy melt into the taller boy’s arms. Sam’s eyes closed and despite his hesitation, he hugged back, burying his face in Xavier’s neck.

“I missed you,” Xavier whispered.

Sam tried not to say it, but... there really wasn’t any point now. So he did the first honest thing he had in months. “I missed you too.”

When they parted, Sam didn’t make eye contact. He just turned and her lined it for the school. This time, Xavier let him go. Sam was relieved - he didn’t want anyone to see the stupid tears that rolled down his cheeks, making darker marks on his grey sweater.

-

He had more than pulled himself together by the time he reached Wednesday’s room. Their rendezvous. Sam didn’t cry much, just a tear or two, and especially when he had already shed too many tears over the stupid artist that had so infuriatingly much control over the blonde boy.

Wednesday turned when she heard her door open. She knew it wasn’t Enid - they had coordinated today to Enid’s schedule so she’d be busy when they needed to meet for scheming, and a little after if they needed to discuss it. Sam wasn’t supposed to be in here, being a boy, but he had perfected sneaking in at this point.

Wednesday crossed her arms over her chest. Sam sighed, already knowing what she was silently demanding. “I told you we used to be friends.”

She scoffed. “I beg to differ.”

Sam sighed, plopping onto the ground. “I... don’t know what else to tell you Wednesday. We were just friends.”

Her eyes narrowed. “With benefits?”

He barked a laugh, bitter and short. “No. The most we ever did was kiss, and it was only a few times. It was-“ he cut off, looking away. His face twisted. She let him have his moment, but he knew she needed to know the facts. She needed to know how much he was involved in her prime suspect. If his dismissal earlier had been genuine or defensive. “Xavier and I used to be best friends. And then... I don’t know, he dated someone who hurt him.”

“Bianca?” Wednesday asked, doubtful.

Sam looked at her again. “Tyler Galpin.”

Oh.

Wednesday was silent for a long time, mulling over that. “And then he messed up Xavier’s mural?”

Sam nodded. “I came to Nevermore my first year with Enid. We were here with Xavier, who I hit it off with pretty quickly. Last year, my friendship with Xavier became... strained. He dated this guy I hadn’t even registered on my radar. A normie, of all people, was more of a lure to him than I was. Tyler was better than me somehow. And it got messy, because this will-they-won’t-they we had going on for so long just screeched to a halt very suddenly.” He chuckled fondly. “Enid hated Xavier for so long.” He shook his head, slowly turning sad again. “We started a new school year, and Xavier was excited because we had our first normie teacher too. And I liked her, we all do. She’s amazing. So I started to be more open minded about Tyler. And then...” he shrugged. “Tyler started to act weird. He grew distant and agitated and started to hang out with different friends than he used to at his school. And suddenly, he got into a lot more arguments with Xavier. And then the mural happened and they haven’t really talked since.”

Wednesday mulled over that. “Where did Biance come in?”

Sam nodded. That was a fair follow up question. “He turned inward when he and Tyler broke it off. And he and I... we were awkward. Apparently he knew Bianca through his dad even before they got here, so they started to talk more. Someone he didn’t have all this complicated history with. Well, when they started dating at the beginning of the year, I took my distance from him. I couldn’t deal with being in love with someone who was willing to date normies and strangers and everyone else other than me.” He shrugged. “So I lied to him, and I told him that I didn’t want anything to do with him anymore. And they broke up eventually, but we never started talking again. I never really gave him a reason to cut it off. I guess he assumes it was because of her. And it kind of is, but mostly... we were already falling apart. And I didn’t want to watch him get hurt again. I couldn’t keep wanting him, wanting us, when he didn’t. Bianca was just the last straw. The final proof I needed that he didn’t want me.” He scoffed at himself. “I’m such a petty asshole. Why can’t I just be happy that he’s happy like a normal pining best friend?”

“Movies aren’t real,” Wednesday answered immediately. Sam looked at her, genuinely touched at her response. It had been exactly what he’d wanted to hear. “And frankly, not setting boundaries or putting your own needs first is super toxic. You taking space is the mature thing to do. And I- I’m sorry you broke that for me. And thank you too.”

Sam smiled. “For you Wednesday, anything.” He stood up, moving to her bed where she sat. He leaned against the bed itself instead of her, but the proximity was affection alone for Wednesday, who hated being touched and who equally liked her space. “This means you have to go with me though. To the Rav’n. Get a date.”

Wednesday gave him a withering glare, setting Sam into belly shaking laughter. Unfortunately, she could not longer be mad at him like this.

But she could pretend to be. So she shoved him and he went rolling, falling into a giggly mess. And while he wasn’t looking she managed a small smile. She was glad he could enjoy himself after recounting memories that obviously hurt him. He was a lot... lighter, since she had come into his life. She’d never had that effect on anyone before.

They really were best friends.

-

Sam stayed outside the police department when Wednesday went inside to try and align herself with the sheriff. He should have known better. With his luck, it only made sense that he’d run into Tyler Galpin out here, by himself.

Now, Sam and Tyler didn’t really have all that much going on personally. They’d always been too awkward around each other to say or do anything. First because Tyler had called day one that Sam was in love with Xavier, and then because Tyler had ruined Xavier’s mural, and they hadn’t really seen each other after that. Not until Wednesday had come to Nevermore, and started to hang out with Tyler, forcing him and Sam to be in the same vicinity way too many times for either of their comfort.

Through her they had at least held one normal conversation, but the awkwardness had only lessened slightly. “Hey,” Tyler greeted.

“Hey,” Sam returned.

They were quiet for a moment. “You get in trouble on your own this time?”

Sam shook his head, but a small smile did make the corners of his mouth twitch a little bit. This Tyler was different than they one that had dated Xavier, but... for once, there were peeks of who he used to be then. He had always been funny and welcoming and friendly. A little out of place, but nice if nothing else. This Tyler was... nice, too, but also a little sad. His smiles were smaller and his confusion and irritation was a lot more common. He had found Wednesday to be intriguing day one, but didn’t joke around or flirt or play like he had once. He was a lot more low energy these days and Sam couldn’t figure out if he had a crush on the Addams girl or just a strange fascination. Sam had to admit he had grown a little fond of him though, either way. At that peak of the old Tyler, the one that Sam had managed to have a slight friendship with despite.... everything else.

“Not this time,” Sam answered. “Wednesday’s here to speak to the chief. She’s making headway on this case of ours, but we can’t totally do it by ourselves.”

Tyler made a strange expression. One that was a bit pained - almost like a wince, but with a smile too full of amusement for that. “Good luck with that. He isn’t really a team player. Especially if he doesn’t have to.”

Sam nodded. “That’s what I said. But you know Wednesday, she won’t listen to me.”

“That tracks.” Tyler slid his hands into his pants pockets. As if to start small talk, he asked, “You have a date the Rav’n?”

Sam had always answered no. Now he felt awkward, especially having to tell Tyler of all people. “Yes, actually, I do.” Tyler’s eyebrow rose and now Sam knew he couldn’t get out of this one. “With Xavier.”

Tyler grew suddenly awkward. “Oh.” Sam let a sharp breath out of his nose, nodding. Tyler watched the reaction, tilting his head a bit. “Aren’t you guys...”

“Not talking?” Sam finished. “We weren’t. I sort of did it as a... in... to...” Sam sighed, rubbing his face. “I guess it was really just an act of self preservation.”

Tyler rose both eyebrows this time. “So you’re totally fine with this and not torturing yourself at all then?”

At that, Sam had to admit that maybe the normie boy knew him a little too well. Perhaps they had more history than Sam had ever allowed himself to admit.

He didn’t get a chance to answer. Wednesday came out of the station, in a horrible mood. “Tyler,” she greeted.

“Wednesday,” he greeted in the same fashion.

“Avoid your father today.” She glared, but although her eyes were on Tyler both boys knew it wasn’t a look meant for him. “He’s in a particularly frustrating form today. Avoid.”

Tyler seemed to find that a bit funny. “Welcome to my world.” There was bitterness in his words though, and Sam’s eyebrows came together. Hold on, what? What had he missed in the last while since he had dated Xander? Because sure, yeah, since Tyler’s mom died there had been a lot of tension between him and his dad, but they were all around agreed to at least a truce. Now his passive teasing and throw away comments that weren’t all that deep had weight, and the way he looked at the station had a certain darkness to it.

It made Sam think of how different Tyler had really been since the mural incident. He wondered if maybe something had been set off by his dad. Maybe that was why he’d lashed out? Gotten different friends?

“We were talking about Sam taking Xavier to the Rav’n,” Tyler spoke again as a way to ease the silence. Wednesday rolled her eyes and grabbed Sam’s arm, dragging him away. Even before Sam had asked Xavier, Wednesday’s attitude toward the dance had been biting. So when Tyler and Sam made eye contact as the blonde was dragged away, they couldn’t help but exchange a rather amused smile.

How very Wednesday.

-

While Wednesday moved her theory board into the Hummer base to give Enid her space away from the horrifying images, Sam took initiative. He hadn’t stopped thinking about Tyler’s biting comment against his father, and an older part of him that had once cared about the boy dating her best friend was back. Even if Tyler played such a different role in his life...

So he went back to his dorm and pulled out the box from under his bed. The box was covered in dust. He ignored the sick feeling that settled into his gut at that realization.

Inside was a diary, and a lot of pictures. Ones that used to hang up around Sam’s room. Now he looked at them. Pictures of the Nightshades, out of mask, all poses broken into blurry laughter. The top half of Sam’s forehead and one hand, in the shape of peace sign, were at the bottom of the frame. He remembered how they’d all posed so properly, wanting to put a picture up like the one with Morticia Addams, but they’d burst into laughter when Sam had suddenly shoved himself in the picture, only to fail as he was also the one taking it. The ultima the photo bomb.

Almost were with Xavier. There was one of his friends, and not him. Sam had always had a passion for photography... one that he’d lost when he’d stopped being friends with Xavier. It had been a form of bonding between them, their passions for art.

Sam pushed past that as he sought out all the ones with Tyler. He had dated them all on the back, and pinned them up in chronological order.

It was clearer than ever like this. The pictures started with the trio of boys all being rather goofy and touchy and having fun. Even though Tyler knew about Sam’s feelings, he had never been bitter or possessive. He’d only pointed it out as praise - thankful that Sam was trying to be his friend and trying to make this work despite his own feelings, for Xavier’s sake. At the beginning, they’d been awkward, but Sam supposed that really, they’d become friends too in a way.

There.

As he moved down the timeline, he was shocked to see that it really wasn’t as gradual a change as he remembered. There was no difference between the days - only between the change and after the change. The change wasn’t even on the day of the mural. It was rather suddenly, just before the beginning of the previous school year. It went from pictures of sloppy kisses and rough housing and laying all in a pile and laughing, to a very suddenly dark picture taken at night. Fairy lights were around and above them. It was obvious they were in Xavier’s shed, wrapped up in sweaters and blankets. They had a projector playing a movie that was paused. Tyler had started crying. He had curled up in Xavier’s lap, his face buried into Xavier’s stomach. At the time Sam had thought it adorable and had taken a picture. He’d seen it as a new stepping stone to their relationship. It was surface level or nervous or awkward anymore, they were allowed to be quiet and soft and a little bit intimate. In that moment, Sam had felt sickeningly jealous, and had meant to give the picture away to Xavier afterward. But then he’d thrown it in this box and forgotten about it.

The pictures after that very quickly showed differences. Tyler didn’t smile as wide, and he seemed much more tired. Slowly his old normie friends faded out, replaced at first one at a time, and then very suddenly all at once by the outcast-hating friends he’d started to have. Within a week they were all replaced, and only ever showed up in pictures that Xavier and Sam weren’t in. Sam watched in horror as Tyler got further and further away from his boyfriend, the distance between them literally getting wider as people started to be suddenly inserted between them or Tyler lounged further away or preferred to watch Xavier paint from a distance than up close and cuddled like he had before.

How had Sam not seen it before?

All the new friends were popular kids in Tyler’s other school. One was the mayor’s son. Kids that Tyler’s father had always encouraged to be friends with Tyler instead of Xavier and Sam. Because they all hated outcasts just as much as the sheriff did.

For a horrible moment, Sam held into doubt. Held onto the idea that a father would never... but, then, that was wrong. Fathers hurt their sons all the time.

What if they hadn’t just grown distant? What if they weren’t just separated by how they grieved over Tyler’s mother? What if the sheriff wasn’t really content on letting his son date an outcast?

Sam’s face set in a dark expression. He better be wrong. Because if he wasn’t, he was about to destroy Donovan Galpin.

Even if it was the last thing he ever did.

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How many OCs do you currently have? If you have multiple OCs then how different are they from each other? How often do you create new ones?

Currently? 13 actual developed OCs. (I've still got to toss together profiles for Nebula and Ronove on carrd tho.)

At least 15 supporting characters. Meaning ones I'm not actively RPing cause they're just supporting cast for my OCs and won't do anything other than help plot things along as needed. Or they were created to avoid retcons. So they are available for a scene here or there as needed but not much beyond that. They're mostly for my own writing (or screenshot) purposes unless I need them for a plot point.

I don't plan on adding to my 13 anytime soon though. But we all know I'm terrible at promising not to. XD Ronove was unplanned but then he said I was keeping him. I don't add new ones too often. If they do get added it's usually because they were originally plot characters that I got attached to. Which is the case for Lancefer, Alexois, Asher, and Ronove. XD So it's only happened 4 times. That's not -that- often. An the first three were added years ago now. Ronove and Nebula were literally the last to be added and I wasn't sure I was even going to list Ronove here for the fact he's a voidal.

An boy do these characters vary! I cover a lot of bases with these OCs. (Okay I'll stop trying to be funny. XD LOL)

Destiney is a Shroudling mother and wife. She's warm and caring and very nature oriented. Very much a momma wolf who practically adopts everyone she likes into her Found Family. Stefan, is practically his twin's opposite. They were meant to be that way. He tends to keep people at arm's length and dabbles in things he shouldn't. He's the darkness to her light. But he'd do anything for his sister. Lancefer is the noble white knight who tries to remain good and kind despite all that he faces as the black sheep of his family. Tries to be a good big brother and cousin. Alexois is a villain in name only, an assassin for hire and hails from the lowest rungs of society who has turned his life around and works hard at being a better person. Valen is a pure ray of sunshine and good cheer who tries to lift the spirits of others without being dragged down by those said people. Traveling minstrel and bounty hunter. Marielle is a dragon stuck in elezen form by a curse and navigating a world she barely understands. Alfarinn is a intimidating looking brute with a soft heart beneath that beserker's rage. Looking for payback for the death of his lover. Keaira is a upbeat spunky ball of pink with a desire to explore the world and help people all while seeking challenges to make her stronger. Adelena is nicknamed the Frost Siren for a reason. She is cold and distant pirate of the Sanguine Sirens but is much warmer towards her sisters than others. Asher is a sky pirate with a weak spot for kids in similar situations to his when he was younger. He's a mischief maker and a tinker of machines. Eventually he's going to have a reckoning with his older brother. Aryn is a gremlin in disguise (not literally XD It's just his general behavior towards his circus family). He's a aerial dancer for a circus troupe and a trained Sage. A bit dramatic and obsessed with clothes. Nebula is a soft spoken mage from the deep woods of the Shroud, next in line to lead their clan when their mother steps down, a descendant from those who survived the fall of the three mage cities. Just traveling the world to learn more about the people outside of their clan. Ronove was my first attempt to make a voidal character. Exploring the madness of what it was like to be fresh from the void and under the control of a stronger voidal with an iron grip on him. Abused and tortured for over a thousand years and trying to find his way in a world that is mostly alien to him now. Now he's Stefan's partner in the plot to put an end to the voidsent trying to see them both dead.

Phew. Yeah they're all pretty different and come from varying walks of life. Thanks for the ask @furys-mercy

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My OCs in Uniflip

The Uniflip AU belongs to @uniflip-official!

Uniflip Swanna, first of all, is a very posh peacock girl named Peahenna. She is always seen wearing a sophisticated pink dress. However, she’s not very talkative. She’d rather stay at home and weave. Lee is a cherry-shaped gemstone who is adventurous and very talkative. He has an almost magical archery talent, as well as an eye for fashion. The two of them are from Graceia, a fashionable, high-society land surrounding a lake. They took up work in the Unidominion for reasons known only to them.

Floela, who in Big Bright World is Neapolitan’s friend, is Master Smile and Brock's friend. She likes to make ice cream, but she’s very clumsy and tends to make a mess. She just wants everyone to get along, but she tends to be a little hotheaded. She is close with her twin brother Neapolitan, who likes piloting and air-related things besides making desserts. Their family has lived in Uniflip!Frowntown all their life, but their heritage comes from Sugar Valley. 

Germafrost is a mischievous and playful boy from Sugar Valley. Though he sometimes stumbles and falls, he goes wherever the wind takes him. He likes to prepare delicious ice cream cakes and collect sprinkles and chocolate chips he finds in the ground. He eventually meets Floela, and he helps her improve her skills in baking. Also, in Sugar Valley, there are ten types of desserts you can make, including cakes, ice cream, cookies and candies. 

Lute, a sheep/ice cream hybrid, is Germafrost’s caretaker who likes to play the lute when she’s not baking cookies. She’s very punctual and is often seen at work. It’s rumored that when you eat one of her cookies, you’ll be able to see the possible futures of how the rest of your week will go. She gets really concerned for her loved ones’ safety. 

Abigail, or Abby, is Germafrost’s other caretaker. She is a gray wolf who likes to improvise, and like Germafrost, she is drawn to things that look tasty. She likes to look up at the stars at night. She makes freeze-dried candies. 

Tennatop, noted for his long, swirly antennae, is a pink and orange butterfly who lives in the multi-biome kingdom of Teravi (TEHR-ah-vee). He loves having a good time, and he’s always ready to have fun and play. He still tries to be conscious and keep himself safe. He is a huge animal person, doing his best to care for the fauna of his world. He’s also quite the party animal. 

Lily is Tennatop’s inventive friend and the princess of Teravi. She is a blue butterfly. She is a problem solver who tinkers with the things she finds in nature. She also tries to make sure that her inventions won’t leave behind waste or use up too much energy. She can often be found in her workshop. 

Lucian, who nicknames himself Spike, is the liveliest and peppiest member of Tennatop’s friend group. He is a golden sun moth who styles his hair in points that look like sun rays. He is a graceful and agile circus performer, and he loves when people watch him flip and swing on the trapeze. Though he sometimes falls down, he doesn’t let his mishaps define him. 

Marcella is a honey bee. She doesn't like to be in one place for very long, and she doesn’t like getting wet. She travels around Teravi to collect nectar. She can fly at very fast speeds, meaning that it can be hard to see her. She easily gets bored and impatient, but she’s loyal and resilient. 

Cream is a friend of Tennatop and Marcella who is a small pink butterfly fairy. He is learning to care for crops and plants, and he has no problem getting dirty. He also likes to make his crops into salads, and he always has some salad cream on hand for them. He is considerate, so he often checks up on his friends. 

Kira is a blue glaucus who lives in an undersea land called Marinia. She’s assertive and rather short-tempered. She’s an athlete who loves underwater sports, especially volleyball. She has a good sense of problem-solving and teamwork. Though she’s a loose cannon, you can always count on her to pick you up. 

Bia is Kira’s lifelong best friend. She is a red lion’s mane jellyfish. She is dreamy, mellow, and goes with the flow most of the time. She cares for the undersea plants in her garden. She also likes to make pottery and paintings. She’s very merciful and is respectful towards everyone. She’s paralyzed in her bottom half, so she has prosthetic fins that help her swim. 

Allegra is a hybrid of a blue-ringed octopus and a sea star. She’s very polite and upbeat, and she brings happiness to others. She is a pacifist, as well as very romantic. She’s open and expressive, wanting to let other people know how she’s feeling. Making music is her top favorite thing to do. She is a singer, songwriter, actress and occasional poet. 

Zora is a curious and fearless leafy sea dragon. He has a can-do attitude, and he’s intuitive and smart. He never shies away from tossing the dice and taking chances. He is a filmmaker who hopes to direct his own movies someday. He supports his friends through any situation. He nicknames himself Tangerweed because he’s always thought that the leaves on his body look like tangerine-colored seaweed. 

Master Love is a Bloom Lord that wants to spread love and joy to all of the people of the world. She is patient about finding a partner of her own, and she understands that not everybody needs to have love to be happy. She also really loves herself, giving herself affirmations every day. 

Prince Trey is the elven son of King Arcentharion of Charmland. He is very, very, VERY shy and sensitive. He’s also calm and relaxed. He loves kittens, flowers, things that are cute, and most of all, soccer. He bursts into tears whenever someone provokes him. He has the magical ability to freeze water. After he lost his older sister to an accident, Master Smile encouraged him to open up about his feelings. 

Estara is the royal advisor to the king. She’s very devoted to her job, and she seems to be the one holding Charmland together. Though she can be bossy sometimes, she’s very motherly and protective towards Trey. She prefers very expensive things, and goes out of her way to make an event or interior as fancy as it can be. Her mom tried to push her into practicing mad science, but Estara wanted to be a clock repairwoman. To this day, she enjoys fixing clocks and helping people tell the time. 

Sgt. Luna is a chivalrous and brave knight, but she tends to be self-centered and rude. She views herself as the gorgeous leader of Charmland’s royal guard of mages, but she doesn’t really know what she’s doing. She neglects cleaning her room and work space. Besides casting spells with her staff, she also enjoys writing plays. She comes from Stage Island, a theatrical land. 

Estelle is Trey’s adoptive younger sister. Unlike him, she’s not an elf. She’s dramatic, and she’s a huge night owl. She speaks with a lot of emphasis in her voice. She often goes outside to hang out with her friends, such as her close friend Imogen. She is an enthusiast for undersea treasures and mysteries. 

Imogen is an open-minded girl who is very forgiving of others. She looks past the negative qualities of everyone. She’s a huge butterfly lover and has lots of feeders built on her house. She and Estelle attend a yearly convention for pirates and ocean explorers. She lives in a houseboat on a lake. 

[marvelmaniac715]

This is part eight of my Chucky transfers into a human body at the end of Seed. This fic is about one of the pivotal moments of parenthood: meeting your child’s (or children’s in the case of Glen and Glenda) first partner. I gave it a little twist though, because when has Chucky ever been able to just live in peace? This fic introduces my new oc Kai, and I’m so excited to see what everyone thinks of them! Some people may be wondering “since when did Jade Kincaid marry Andy”, and the answer is, she got a divorce because that relationship was just not working, and she and Andy bonded as Chucky survivors. That friendship just turned into love over time :).

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Chucky wasn’t nervous, alright? It’s just that his babies were growing up so fast! It seemed like only yesterday that they were tiny little toddlers finger-painting in his studio, and now they were sixteen years old, and they were dating. 

It seemed a strange concept at first, his twins dating the same person. But they were both so happy whenever they talked about their partner, and they always had been inseparable, ever since birth in fact. Chucky was just glad that his children had found someone who made them both so happy.

When he was sure that this relationship wasn’t going to be a brief fling, that this person might end up marrying his babies one day, he asked to meet them. He and Tiffany was thrilled when the twins agreed to invite their partner over, Tiff immediately started putting together a dinner party. Chucky had to beg her to not make it a six course meal, but they somehow ended up with eight courses and a cheeseboard.

Could anyone blame them? This was the first time they were meeting their childrens’ partner, they were both a little excited. Chucky was curious to see what this person would be like. 

His twins were both so different, Glen was shy and sweet, as well as a total theatre kid. Glenda was more assertive and sarcastic, they lived for True Crime podcasts and documentaries, and they’d been arrested for public graffitiing four times that month. Whoever had managed to make both Glen and Glenda fall in love with them had to be a very special person.

The big night finally arrived, and everybody was nervously anticipating how the rest of the night would go. When the doorbell rang, all four family members leapt to their feet at once to run to the door. Chucky won eventually, he’s ashamed to say that he elbowed Tiffany in the face to stop her from reaching the door before him.

The excitement drained right out of him when he opened the door. Dread pooled in the pit of his stomach. The person at the door had dark brown hair and light brown eyes. A broad nose and a thin mouth. They held themselves with confidence, but a slight glint in their eye revealed how nervous they actually were.

This couldn’t be, could it? This person looked just like-

“Hello Mr Ray, it’s so nice to meet you. Glen and Glenda have told me so much about you. I’m Kai Barclay-Kincaid, pronouns they/them.”

God must hate him. That’s the first thought that occurred in Chucky’s mind. How the hell did Jade Kincaid and Andy fucking Barclay have a goddamn child? And how did this person manage to make his babies fall in love with them? This was hell, this was actually hell. He’d died again and had arrived in hell, which was a never ending dinner with his family and the child-that-shouldn’t-be, a cross between the whiny little shit who’d killed him three times and the bitch who broke his fucking neck.

But he couldn’t just stand silently seething at the door forever. He had half a mind to slam it in Kai’s face, but Glen and Glenda were so happy that their parents were meeting the person they loved, and he didn’t want to spoil the evening. Besides, Andy Barclay didn’t know that he was still alive. That was probably why he’d felt comfortable enough to have a kid. Well, now he could find out information about his nemesis and kill him. All he needed to know was where Kai lived and he would be home-free.

When they were all sat at the table, he began his questioning. He had to seem friendly at first, ask the sort of questions any father would ask when his children brought a partner home. But it was painful to his soul to make nice with the devil child.

“So. Kai, that’s an interesting name. Any particular reason why you chose it?”

That was a neutral enough question, right? Kai smiled, as if lost in a fond memory.

“Oh, it’s actually a really interesting story. My birth name was Karen, after my grandmother. When I came out as non-binary, I wanted to change my name because Karen didn’t fit anymore, but I love my grandmother and wanted to keep part of her with me, because she passed a few years ago. I was also influenced by my Aunt Kyle, who’s always been an inspiration to me because she loves and supports me no matter what. So Karen became Kara, which became Kai.”

Of course their birth name was Karen. That was just like Andy, to do sentimental shit like that. But on the positive side, Karen was dead, which was great news! Time for the next question. This one would be a bit more prying, but Chucky was sure that if he acted casual, it wouldn’t be noticed.

“Barclay and Kincaid. I recognise those names somehow, are your parents artists?”

That was his way of asking if Kai’s parents were Andy Barclay and Jade Kincaid and what they were doing nowadays. Yet again, Kai smiled.

“My parents aren’t artists sir. My mom works from home as a horror writer, she says that she ‘writes about her experiences’, and I think that her work is amazing. My dad teaches self-defence classes at a nearby gym.”

Glen nodded and wrapped an arm around Kai’s shoulder (the sight of his precious child getting so close with a Barclay made Chucky’s blood boil) smiling fondly at them. 

“Yeah, Kai’s dad taught them kickboxing a couple years back, and I learnt karate there!”

Glenda smirked, leaning in to press a kiss to Kai’s cheek. Chucky was gonna throw up any minute now, he was hating this.

“I prefer fighting with weapons instead of martial arts, but Mr Barclay does some classes on archery, knife-fighting and gun shooting. He’s so cool, Dad, he let me touch this gun he said had killed a man back in the eighties. Why won’t you let me look at your guns?”

Correction, he wasn’t going to throw up, he was going to cry. Both of his children idolised Andy Barclay of all people. This was a nightmare. When would it end? He had to get through it, he had to ask more questions.

“So how did you meet Glen and Glenda?”

Kai flushed pink with excitement, clearly reliving the moment in their head, a wide grin on their face.

“We met down at my Dad’s classes. I saw Glen first, and I’d never seen such a beautiful person, we got talking and a few days later I met Glenda. They were just as beautiful, and smart and funny as Glen, and I fell in love with both of them. I was scared to admit how I felt, because I felt it would seem weird if I asked to date both of them, but amazingly, just as I’d worked up the courage to maybe hint at a date, Glen and Glenda sent me a text and asked me out to this really nice Italian restaurant a few blocks away.”

Damn it, that was a cute love story. There was no way that Chucky could break them up, not at this stage. Not during the honeymoon period that all relationships go through. He couldn’t bear to make his children unhappy, they deserved this. Because on top of everything else, Kai seemed like a genuinely nice, good person. But their parents… he just couldn’t let this go.

They made polite conversation through the rest of dinner, somehow managing to laugh and have a good time. Kai was interested in theatre and wanted to either write or be in plays when they were older, potentially both. They’d already started working on some scripts, and the one that they’d brought with them to work on (on their laptop) was actually quality stuff. It was all about a grisly murder and how it was solved. It had Chucky’s official serial killer gore stamp of approval. He could see why both of his children loved them, hell, he was starting to fall under their spell by the end of dinner.

Kai asked to see some of his work, and inexplicably, he decided to show them. The minute he showed them one of his more well known paintings, Kai gasped in excitement.

“Holy shit, you painted this? This is like one of my favourite paintings ever! I’ve got a mini version printed on my wall, this is incredible!”

He offered to paint them a copy, so that they could have a full sized, authentic version of his work. The kid nearly passed out in astonishment.

Tiffany was at first a little put out by who Kai’s parents were, but when Kai complimented her fashion sense, the meal and her home-decorating, they’d essentially cemented themselves as Tiffany’s third child.

All too soon, it was time for Kai to go. But strangely, they asked to talk to Chucky and Tiffany privately. So Chucky invited Kai and Tiffany into his studio and told them to make themselves at home. The second Kai sat down, a serious expression formed on their face.

“I know who you are.”

What the hell did that mean?

“Yeah, I know. You like my paintings, right?”

Kai shook their head and pursed their lips.

“Well, I do, that wasn’t bullshit. But I know who you are, Chucky. And you, Tiffany. Hi.”

How the hell did they know? Were they psychic?

“What, you think my parents wouldn’t tell me about you guys? That they wouldn’t teach me self-defence because they knew that the people that had traumatised them when they were still essentially children were still out there, alive? You two always come back, you never die the first time. If you did, everything would have been so much easier. You didn’t make it very hard either, did you? I mean, Tiffany goes by Tiffany in public sometimes, she dyed her hair blonde. You kept your goddamn last name, Charles. I mean, c’mon, Ray? For the love of God, if you have a secret, do better at hiding it. When I first saw Glen, I was immediately struck by their red hair, the same red as the hair of the Good Guy doll I used for target practice when I was twelve. Shamefully, the first time I spoke to Glen, I was trying to get to you guys.”

That was a lot to process at once. So basically, this super-sleuth kid out of Scooby Doo had worked out something that the cops hadn’t. And they had been using Glen and Glenda as pawns to kill him and Tiffany. He was gonna kill Kai, he was actually gonna do it-

“But the thing is, I fell in love with Glen and Glenda. It stopped being pretend after the very first conversation. So I have a proposition for you. A pact, of sorts. I talked to my parents, and after hours of begging, I managed to convince them to let me come here without weapons it them waiting outside as backup. My parents and I have written up a contract with rules we think are only fair, all things considered. All three of us love Glen and Glenda, and they are the best people in my life. I don’t want to lose them. Equally, I don’t think that you want to upset them or lose them. All I’d have to do is let slip what their parents did in the eighties and they’d probably want to move out. But we don’t have to do that, there could be peace between us. I want us to be friends, and my mom is willing to talk to you guys in the hopes of making peace. Dad is a little harder to convince, but I’m sure that with time I can talk him round. So what do you say? You in?”

Kai had them right where they wanted them. They couldn’t refuse, they could risk losing their children, or even their careers if they decided to take this to the police. Neither of them wanted to make peace, but what other choice did they have? They were both getting on in years, and they weren’t as agile and strong as they used to be. If Andy Barclay had gone all G.I Joe, they probably would get seriously injured. Damn it, things were so much easier as a doll. Kai was one smart kid, he’d give them that. Reluctantly, Chucky and Tiffany took it in turns to shake Kai’s outstretched hand. 

[bellafragolina]

*clap hand* forgive me if I ramble too much with this one AU that still pretty much wip? and I must remind you of this very self Indulgement(actually meant for my poke OC AU, but let's not think much about it now).

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I have thought about the submas twin(Emmet or Ingo your choice) with a friend or a S/O, who's a Rain spirit, from the name alone you can only be met when rain falls and will disappear when it no longer raining, always accompanied by a water type pokemon by your side, said Pokemon always different each time of your appearance.

They first meet with you are once when they still young children that do not yet have their Pokemon. They saw a child around their age, you dancing and playing around in the puddle of rain, they look at you with curiosity, its raining hard outside, the sound of harsh rain meeting the ceiling rumble and echoes around the house, thunder and dark clouds engulfed the once bright sky, and you're there, blissfully uncaring of the weather.

you saw them and call out to them, asking them if they would like to play with you under the rain, they refuse because of the booming thunder, but after they complain over such, the thunder ceased and the rain becomes less harsh. They look at you for an explanation, only to be met with you grinning ear to ear toward them and asking the same question again.

"Would you like to play under the rain with me?"

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Just that I can share at the moment, it's kinda short, there's nothing bad will happen in this, no the boys wouldn't be kidnapped or there will be other dark stuff in this, they just gonna have a funny spirit buddy to hang out with. I'm working on writing a one-shot for this AU, so maybe I'll update the AU soon enough after I finish my other unfinished fic for a different fandom.

(forgive my bad english)

- Orchid

This is such a cute idea! A little friend that stays with them, a constant ray of sunshine in the dreariness of the rainy days. One that helps them appreciate how wonderful rainy days really are!

Do you mind if I ask some questions? Stuff like if the spirit stays a child as they grow up? I’m curious! And I really like this au!

~Renee