#my ocs have like... been in my head for so long...... idk how to explain it at this point haha

[taetaespeaches]

showing care through tending to each other’s hair

bts x reader (ocs) genre: fluff word count: 2K

a/n: Hi lovelies! Here’s just some blurbs about bts and reader/oc tending to each other’s hair in different ways. Idk if this is executed as well as the idea I had in my head, but I hope you all like it anyway. I just think caring for one another’s hair is kind of romantic... maybe? Thanks for reading! :)) 

↬ seokjin: “What on earth did you do?” Standing at the doorway of the bathroom, you eye your boyfriend as he lowers the kitchen scissors and flashes you a bashful and guilty grin. “I don’t like when my hair covers my eyes,” he pouts cutely, making you giggle. “Those are our kitchen scissors, Seokjin,” you point out as you walk towards him to inspect his hair cutting skills. Jin turns to face you and leans against the edge of the sink, fighting desperately to not laugh at your attempt to pretend like he didn’t completely botch his hair. “How does it look?” He asks, amused by himself as you snort in response. “Your stylists are going to kill you,” you finally tell him as you trace the uneven ends of his hair with your pointer finger. “Fix it?” He suggests cutely, peering into your gaze from under the askew fringe. Gesturing for the scissors, he easily hands them over, allowing you to take over. “You should have waited for me anyway,” you giggle as his arm snakes around your waist to hold you close to him. “I have actual hair cutting shears, you know.” You watch as his plump lips curve into an amused smile as he nods at you. “This is more fun though, don’t you think?”

↬ yoongi: Your boyfriend is sleepy as he watches the basketball game, his head resting in your lap. He’s spent the first half of the game re-explaining the rules of the game to you for the umpteenth time as you toyed distractedly with his hair. It’s gotten so long, enticing you to keep brushing your fingers through it. “I think your hair is long enough to braid.” You watch as he contorts his features into a confused look that makes him resemble an old grandpa except with pouty lips. “What’s that look for?” You question as he holds back a grin. “Why would I need to braid it?” Rolling your eyes, you comb your fingers through his soft strands. “Why not?” you counter before sectioning his hair into three pieces. As you thread the pieces together, Yoongi’s head becomes heavier against your thighs, his breathing deepening. Intertwining his hair a few more times, you smile to yourself and the pretty braid on the side of his head. “See? I told you,” you tell him, holding the braid together between your fingertips. He simply smiles lazily as he pretends to ignore you, much too enthralled by the dribbling of the ball. Unraveling the strands and brushing them out, you begin again, repeating the motions over and over. Looking up at the game, you watch as one of the players gets fouled and takes to the free throw line. “Wait, why do they get to shoot for that foul but the other guy didn’t?” You ask, getting no response. Peering down at the man, you find he’s been lulled to sleep by the gentle touches on his hair. Grinning at him, you continue braiding his dark hair, happy to see Yoongi so relaxed in your lap.

↬ hoseok: “What are you looking at?” your boyfriend asks over your shoulder as you sit on the kitchen stool, peering down at the phone that holds your attention. Gasping and tugging the device against your chest, you look over your shoulder at his pretty smiling face. “Can’t a girl get some privacy with her second boyfriend?” You tease, Hoseok immediately tsking in disapproval and shaking his head. “You’re so mean,” he playfully complains as you lower the phone to let him see the images you’re scrolling through. “I want to change my hair,” you tell him as he scrutinizes the different hairstyles. He oohs in excitement taking the seat next to you and leaning over your body, touching his pointer finger to the screen and swiping through your options. “Wah,” he suddenly exhales as though he was overwhelmed just by the thought of you with the style displayed. “You’d look really sexy with this,” he kisses your shoulder, causing a small smile to tug on your lips. “A bob? You think I should go that short?” You ask skeptically. “If you want,” she shrugs. “I think it would look really good.” Smiling at him, you deposit the phone on the counter and rise to your feet to stand in front of your boyfriend, squeezing yourself between his thighs. Draping your forearms over his shoulders, you bend just enough to leave a kiss to the apple of his pretty cheeks. “You always think I’m sexy though,” you point out, Hoseok giggling in amusement. “Because you are,” he replies, wrapping his arms around the back of your thighs and tugging you closer to him as he beams. “But still, I like the bob.”

↬ namjoon: You watch in amusement as Namjoon struggles to twist the top of his water bottle off. When he looks across the kitchen island at you with wide innocent eyes, you have to fight back your giggle. Reaching out your hand, he reluctantly places the bottle in your grasp. “Arm day?” You ask as you screw the cap a little, just enough to hear the cracks of it opening. “They’re dead,” he sighs, taking the bottle back from you when you hand it over. “Thank you.” Smiling at him, you tilt your head to the side. “You look like you need to relax for a bit,” you tell him, the man giving you a soft smile. “Let me wash your hair for you.” His eyebrows lift in surprise as he runs a hand through the soft strands. “What? Really?” Nodding at him, you start walking toward the bathroom. “Come on,” you gesture down the hall, telling him to follow you. He does, like a giddy puppy, following wherever you tell him. His face is all crescent eyes, a beautiful smile, and cute dimples as you turn on the water to let it warm up. “We need to give your massive arms a rest,” you tease, though being sincere. Namjoon scoffs but smiles in embarrassed flattery, his expression handsome and slightly goofy.  “Let me take care of you, babe.” You love taking care of him, and it’s not often that you get to dote on him in such a way. He shakes his head and squeezes his eyes shut bashfully, but follows his shyness by taking his shirt off and stepping toward you a bit more confidently. Perhaps you didn’t think this plan through.

↬ jimin: Standing in front of the bathroom mirror brushing your hair, you catch Jimin’s reflection entering the bathroom with his eyes glued to you. “Want help?” He asks through a stunning smile, making you lower the brush and lift your eyebrows in expectation. “You wanna help me, angel?” You ask, Jimin appearing behind you and nodding. “Let me see.” You hand him the brush and tilt your head back slightly to give him better access to the strands. His strokes are gentle as he drags the bristles against your hair, taking his time. There is no rush, as though he would love nothing more than to stand just like this until you feel completely relaxed. Jimin has always been so doting and nurturing, always caring for you in any way he can. Shutting your eyes, you allow yourself to fully appreciate his soothing motions. That is until he giggles, making you pop your eyes open to find him in the mirror smiling in amusement. “I need you to stand up straight, Dear, you’re kind of melting into me here,” he laughs, placing a hand on your hip and guiding you forward. “Sorry,” you smile, realizing you had relaxed completely into his body. However, you immediately miss the feeling of his warmth, this time taking an intentional step back against him. “Dear,” he giggles, giving up and resting his chin against your shoulder. Laughing happily, you turn into his frame and hug your arms around his slim waist. “Sorry,” you say again, this time less sincere as you smile against his neck before leaving a kiss to the spot. “No you’re not,” he retorts, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “No, I’m not.”

↬ taehyung: Eyeing the ends of your hair, you sigh. “I need a trim,” you pout from your spot on the bed as Taehyung hangs some clothes in the closet. “Want me to do it?” He teases from across the room, a small smile on his face as he finds amusement in his own joking. “Could you?” You suddenly ask, gaining his full attention as he snaps his head in your direction, his smile dropping into a blank expression. “What?” He asks in confusion, lowering the shirt and hanger to his side. “Just the ends,” you clarify, fighting back the smile that wants to break through in response to his concern. “I was kidding,” he points out. “I’ve never cut hair before.” You can see the gears in his head turning as he tries to figure out if you’re in your right mind. “There’s a first time for everything,” you shrug. Taehyung’s expression softens slightly as he cracks a small smile, still in disbelief of this interaction. “Peaches,” he sighs, making you giggle. “Dearest,” you reply with a grin. You know the idea of trying something new excites him, and perhaps that’s why you’re pressuring your boyfriend with no hairdressing experience to trim your ends. You’re prepared to tell him how good he is at it just to watch the confidence fill up his stature in that way you love. “You’re losing it,” he then grins as you stand from the bed and make your way towards him. He hangs the shirt just before you reach him and settle your hands on his hips. “Oh, I’m batshit, baby,” you joke. Resting his arms on top of your shoulders, he leans toward you, his lips almost touching yours. “And if I fuck it up?” You shrug again, Taehyung’s face opening into a wide boxy beam. “It’s just hair, Tae.” Pushing yourself forward, you leave a soft kiss to his lips, appreciating the way he has to break away because he’s smiling just a bit too much.

↬ jungkook: Sitting on top of the bathroom counter, you toss your head back in laughter, attempting to catch your breath as Jungkook stares past you and into the mirror with his bambi eyes. A streak of blue sits across his forehead as he asks, “Do you know what you’re doing?” With your blue-stained glove-covered hands held out to the side, you pull a face of offense. “No, but when has that ever mattered?” you question him, watching as a boyish smile overtook his features. “You’ve literally dyed your own hair before, and you’re worried about me.” He glances from his reflection to you as he sighs. “Do I look hot yet?” He asks, pulling a giggle from your lips. “Super hot.” When Jungkook mentioned wanting to dye his hair blue the other day, you jumped on the opportunity to do it for him. Wiping the blue from his forehead, you whisper a quick apology. “I’ll be more careful,” you grin guiltily. “Remember, you’re next,” he warns, flashing a mischievous smile, making you bite your lower lip in thought. “That was not part of the plan,” you argue as you place more dye onto his hair, only for him to take a step away from you to shoot a glare your way. “We’d be couple goals, babe.” Rolling your eyes, you cocked your head to the side, Jungkook mimicking your sassy stance. “We gotta match.” With a sigh, you relent, never really being that against the idea, and never being able to deny him anyway. “Fine. But you’re not done yet,” you nod for him to come closer again. “We’re gonna be so hot together,” he whispers to himself, making you giggle as you get back to work on his hair.

[slightly-warmer-hibiscus-tea]

CW: OC talk + Rambling / Blood / Gore / Censored Nudity (character sheet) / Mentions of Drugging

(idk why these warnings are so intense, but I swear it's all just silly OC talk T^T)

I’m kinda sorta working on more (comprehensible) TS OC stuff in between studying right now… I wanna hurry and talk about them but without info dumping (if given the opportunity I will without hesitation 😔…) because in terms of the best stories I have conjured up for OCs in general Naudedel and Noble are surprisingly good and I’m very excited to share how deranged they are together…

Right now it’s just about making Naudy readable and working on extra fun stuff… like monsters!

I’m trying to work out his “monster” form…. The concept is there, but the execution is just not ticking the right boxes for me right now… also, the line art at the end is old and probably will go unused, but thought it was something to add here because like hehe look at my deranged son :)

When it comes to the writing I'm going to split it into two chapters. The first half will be a summary+ of his upbringing, and the second on how he fucked up his arm and why. Just enough info to get a read on what his deal is pretty much. I just need to edit the first chapter and rewrite some parts then it's ready to annoy the world!

I'm trying to think of a good design for his original mother... I'm thinking dark hair and milf (¬‿¬)･ﾟ✧ ... honestly I need to start drawing out the designs for all the other TS OCs I've accumulated over the year (?) here's a fun list-

Hickery (bloodhound OC... dilf oc...I've already been made fun of for his name, but it stuck to me so I'm keeping it!)

Maya (another bloodhound OC)

Cove (Hound's ex-husband)

Cetcher's gf + informant, who still needs a good name...

and that one guy! (doesn't have a name yet... but is important in Hound's part of the story... she bashed some of his guys in the back of head with a hammer... it was a whole thing... Leander got involved... gang war stuff, don't worry about it...)

There are technically more OCs, like that Hightown lady Noble befriended during their first few weeks in town. However, I'm not sure if I'm including her in the final plot meeting. But yeah, anyway I'm rambling so on to Noble news!

For Noble, everything is plotted out in advance surprisingly…character playlist and all... just need to find the words to explain their story other than “parasite with a weird God complex feels guilty” I do have some old memes and art of them though!

Noble curse stuff...

Childhood cult stuff...

Current reality...

Poor person masquerade dress censored for tumblr...

Noble folks!

I actually wrote out a whole little thing for the black dress in a what-if scenario of...

"Oh! ,,,What if there is a masquerade in Hightown and Noble sneaks in to get some information on a certain individual who might know a thing or two about curses, but turns out the whole event if devious and their all eating babies or some fucked up shit,,,, and what if while sneaking around they see Leander and are like 'what's he doing here?' and they lock eyes but he ignores them as he ducks into a closed off area with some important looking people,,, once he comes out he walks past them and they lock eyes again as he leaves,,, Noble chases after him and once they catch up they get to see his cold and detached side right before he hides them from the other guest,,, after they talk for a bit, or more like Leander talking over them and their worries as he slowly wipes their memories while they protest that it's not fair only to wake up the next day back in their room,,, thankfully their curse is good for more then just silly bouts of insanity so they have a hunch on what happened, everyone around them who knew where they went the night before were obviously worried and the general consensus is that they might have been drugged and should go check in with Kuras just in case (wow this is getting long...) but on their way to the clinic they run into Leander and of course discusses their current problem with him ,,, words are exchanged,,, a kabedon may occur,,, as he whispers in their ear,,, all fun till he erases their memories again, or at least tires before receiving a little gift that makes him look at this whole curse thing from a different angle." DEEP BREATH! ...Anyways... yeah.

But it was taking so long to write out that I ended up losing motivation so yeah... like everything else we will pray the motivation comes back so I can finish that... plus who knows, I might make an x reader version of it if I can. (don't hold your breath... I'm extremely slow)

Anyway, I'm gonna to shut up now because I've yapped enough. I'mma make some hibiscus tea (ironic) and head to bed... Night night, if you made it this far, thank you for listening to my craziness <3

[fox-whispers]

9 Live + Extras AU

so i have this half baked au where leaders get an extra thing/body-trait/power-up to help them lead battles and said is specific to said leaders territory.

(Example: Riverclan's leader gets a fishtail and can hold their breath for way longer than a normal cat giving them a huge fighting advantage over Non-Riverclan cats in their hometerf.)

But ive only been able to come up with ideas for Skyclan's, Shadowclan's, and Riverclan's leaders extra power.

Heres a dumb sketch to explain what i mean:

Im having troble Deciding on what to give to Windclan's Leaders besides something lame like:

"longer legs" because there are two cats that have unusually long legs already both of which arent even FROM Windclan!!! (Tallpoppy of shadowclan, and our boi Spiderleg)

Then i thought oh! I could give them Cheetah Claws!! Which give them lots of traction So they can run faster!!

Cheetahs are one of the few big cats who cant retrack their claws tho and that somehow makes it feel like a downgrade.

(Also bloodclans whole thing was "unnatural big claw extentions" so thats a no-go)

My brother joking suggested i give them unicorn horns for areothynamic reasons

(but now that im thinking about it the horns could glow and that could help them with their whole tunnel thing but idk "unicorn horn" doesnt sound very Windclan in the way that "MermaidTail" sounds Extremly Riverclan, u know?)

I really want to give Windclan something that would help them on the moor and in the tunnels.

I have no idea what to give to Thunderclan either, i want it to be like- a visable thing. Like- the tail or the wings that river and sky have!

Which is why im not going with my brothers idea of "fur that turns into camo like that lizard from Tangled" but i cant think of something to give them that would help them with the Thickket/Brambles/Underbrush their Terrotory is knwn for.

I want to Write an Rewrite of Power of 3 where:

Graystripe runs into Skyclan, (who have been expecting him cuz Echosong got a vision/message for starclan about a friend of a friend being lost and needing their help to get home.)

(I have a whole plot written out where my oc Foxwhispers, who is a blind skyclan warrior helps them find the lake. When they arrive at the gathering Shes all like "Leafstar says hello" and after being introdusd to leafpool by sandstorm "oh! Leafstar named her kits Firekit and Stormkit" because i think thats Really Really cute how they named their kids after eachother))

Honeyfern lives!,

Jaypaw becomes a warrior,

And the fourth cat isnt Firestar.

but ive stalled cuz im at a loss for whatto give wind&thunder, so im here asking for ideas if anyones got any.

oh and ive been tossing around the idea of medicine cats having antlers(like in the hollyfawn map.)that have one type of herbs growing on them (the herb in question being different per cat) but i feel like mothwing would lose her mind if sticks started growing from her head. So maybe not. Might give thunderclan antlers if i cant think of anthing.

[mothergold]

| MONSTER |

Pairing: Dottore x Oc!Cecilia

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, Dark Content, Oc x Canon, Dottore is probably ooc, Cecilia goes by she/her pronouns, Dottore & segments go by He/Him, Heavy Angst, Camil is a segment oc, Camil is young (around 5 - 6 years old), Cecilia & Camil have a familial bond, Physical Assault, Manhandling, Abuse, Dottore has some serious control issues, Toxic Relationship Dynamics, Lab Accidents, Vandalism (Idk if that needs a tag but just in case), Manipulation, Cecilia has abandonment issues, Cecilia is mentally ill, Angst without a happy ending, 4.7k words.

A/n: This was by far the most stressful fic I’ve ever written but I hope you guys enjoy it. Also please practice proper lab safety guys lmao.

Summary: This is a story of how my oc Cecilia gets her vision <3

Tags: @auphelia @suyacho @themovingcastlez @tighnarly

It was half past midnight when the door opened and an unwelcome figure stood in the doorway. Watching the sad sight in front of him, Dottore frowned. He was not surprised. No, not in the least. He knew this was exactly where he would find Cecilia, sitting with her legs crossed as she happily told Camil another ridiculous story of hers. It had been this way for quite some time. Ever since he pushed Cecilia and the young segment together–a ploy to keep Cecilia out of his way–they had been inseparable. Unfortunately, as happy as the two of them were together, Dottore found himself more than just frustrated with their relationship.

After some time together he noticed that the moments he and Cecilia spent together dwindled, and often her time was spent with Camil. Dottore wasn’t the jealous type, or at least that is the lie he continuously told himself. Seeing how deeply she loved and cared for the boy made him feel a mixture of emotions that he’d rather be rid of. He’d never seen Cecilia be so docile and kind hearted as she was towards Camil. Even Dottore couldn’t deny she looked like the picture perfect mother she’d always craved to be. 

He wondered often why she couldn’t be as content with him as she was around Camil. The way she laughed seemed more genuine, her smile wider, and her eyes had a hopeful glint in them. Quite frankly it infuriated him, and the fact that he knew why it enraged him only bothered him more. Every day he’d come into his room only to find Cecilia absolutely enamored with the boy. It needed to stop. He had to put an end to it, now. 

He shut the door loudly and watched how Cecilia stopped talking to look up at him innocently—oh, it pissed him off—and noticed how Camil suddenly tensed up. 

Dottore walked slowly towards a corner of the room where a mirror and a darkwood dresser stood. “It’s late.” 

Cecila scowled at Dottore as his focus remained on undoing the buttons on his shirt. “It’s not that late.” She paused to give Camil a small, comforting squeeze. “Besides, I was almost done telling my story.” 

Dottore’s gaze did not move from the mirror, but it did tighten. “Camil doesn’t need his head filled with any more of your silly ideas.” 

Cecilia glared at him and held onto Camil tightly. “What’s that supposed to mean?” 

Dottore removed his stained button up shirt for a cleaner version of a similar shirt. He took another glance into the mirror before sauntering towards Cecilia and Camil, staring them down through the safety of his pointed mask. 

“You two have been spending an awful lot of time together.” He said with a strained smile.

Dottore knelt down to their eye level, both Cecilia and Camil on edge. Cecilia could sense something was wrong. Dottore was off, more so than usual. 

“Is that a problem?” She asked, still glaring at Dottore.

Cecilia clung to Camil, holding onto his body with an almost iron grip and even going as far as to lean away from Dottore. She may not have been as smart as Dottore, but she was no fool. 

“Not at all. It’s merely that Camil has work to do and you’re holding him back.” Dottore explained.

There was a long moment of silence where Cecilia and Dottore stared down at each other while Camil cowered in Cecilia’s arms. He clung to Cecilia almost as much as she did to him. Everything in Cecilia’s body told her to run. Run far, far away until it was just her and Camil, but she resisted. Cecilia knew better than to do something so reckless with Camil, even if she did want so badly to do it. 

Slowly, Cecilia released Camil from her arms and allowed him to move as he pleased. Although, he still remained by her side regardless of the freedom he was given.

Dottore placed his hand atop Camil’s head and smiled. “Run along to the lab. Omega is expecting you.” Dottore flashed his pearly teeth in amusement. 

Camil’s eyes widened in fear and he struggled onto his feet before he ran off in a panic. Cecilia watched with a wounded heart as Camil ran out the door clumsily, falling before finally getting back onto his feet and sprinting straight out the door. Cecilia wanted to reach out for him, urge him to be more careful, but she knew better than to anger Dottore further. 

Cecilia jerked her head to look at Dottore. “What is wrong with you?” She snapped. “Why did you do that?”

Dottore stood up and crossed his arms. “What is it I’ve done exactly?”

Cecilia stood up and gestured to the door with her hands. “That!” 

Dottore lifted his head up to look at Cecilia with what she could only assume was a cold expression. “It seems you’ve forgotten not only who but what Camil actually is.” 

Cecilia grit her teeth and narrowed her eyes. “Camil’s a lot more than what you’ve created him to be.” She spat.

Dottore clenched one of his fists as he tried to calm himself. 

When he’d given the segment as a peace offering to Cecilia he never thought she’d pull the stunts she had. Naming him was one thing, loving him was another, but acting as if Camil was her own was going too far. It was bad enough that the segment was one of his weaker segments. The last thing he needed was Cecilia’s silly little fantasies implanted into his mind. 

“You forget yourself, Cecilia. Need I remind you who gave him to you in the first place.” He tilted his head to the side to glance at her. 

Cecilia clenched her fists, trying her best not to lose her temper. She hadn’t forgotten, in fact there were times she wished she could. The fear of losing Camil in a second to him scared the shit out of her. The mere idea had kept her up at night on one too many occasions. She’d lay there, eyes trained to the dark ceiling, as every worry slowly started to trickle its way into Cecilia’s mind. She would glance over at Dottore’s sleeping form and wonder for a second if she could get away with taking Camil and leaving. Thankfully, she would quickly correct herself before going any further. 

“That’s it!” Cecilia yelled, forcefully putting on her boots.

It’s true that Dottore and Cecilia had never seen eye to eye. Even in the best of times they could be found pointing fingers and chewing each other out. Cecilia was impulsive and immature, while Dottore was calculated and calm. It was a recipe for disaster. When the two had just met things were a lot more peaceful, civil even, but times had changed and bringing Camil into the mix only worsened things. 

Dottore grabbed Cecilia’s wrist as she stomped towards the door. “Sit down before you do something reckless.” 

Cecilia yanked back her hand and glared at Dottore. “Don’t fucking touch me.” 

He let her go but only to trail behind her, watching her closely. It didn’t take long to notice where exactly she was going, and Dottore knew precisely why. If he’d known Cecilia would’ve turned out to be so troublesome he would’ve never entertained her in the first place, but unfortunately this was a lesson he had to learn. It’s true that Dottore did have a soft spot for her at some point, but it was safe to say that place had all but hardened now. 

“Stop following me.” Cecilia snapped, picking up the pace as she walked, nearly tripping on her own two feet. 

Dottore smiled. 

“Throwing a tantrum? How am I not surprised?” He said. 

That fucking asshole.

Although his words enraged Cecilia, she couldn’t deny the validity of his statement. It’s true that her rash decisions would not help in the long run, but she couldn’t help it. At least, that is what she told herself for so long. She reassured herself that her harsh attitude was a just reaction. Dottore was clearly up to something and at that moment Cecilia trusted Dottore only as far as she could throw him. She just needed to see Camil, she needed to know that he was okay. That’s it, nothing more. 

It didn’t take long for the two of them to reach the double doors to the laboratory. Cecilia swiftly pushed through them without a second thought. Several segments stopped what they were doing to see what all the commotion was about, and upon seeing Cecilia and Dottore they backed away and returned to their work. She scanned the room to search for Camil. It didn’t take long to find what she was looking for. Upon seeing him she quickly rushed to his side and placed a warm hand atop his head. 

Cecilia knelt down to meet Camil at eye level, pressing her forehead to his. Cecilia was relieved to see Camil still alive and well. Her mind had come up with rather awful ideas of what had happened to him rather than what was truly reality. She hugged him tightly, ignoring Dottore who was most definitely staring at her. Perhaps, she was too harsh on Dottore. Maybe, she really was too overprotective when it came to Camil, and he was a segment, after all. She couldn’t very well keep him all to herself. She let out a sigh of relief. All was well. Everything was okay. 

“Cecilia.” Dottore warned.

Cecilia gave him one last tight squeeze before finally letting go of him. It was in the instant that she let go and watched Camil return to his work that the warning of danger shocked her body, again. She had the urge to take him and make a run for it. Everything was fine, she reassured herself. Nothing and nobody would harm Camil. As long as she was around Camil would remain safe and well. 

She had been lost in her own mind when a firm hand ripped her from her sprinting thoughts. 

“It’s time to leave, Cecilia. Now.” Dottore demanded. 

His grip was like iron, leaving no room for Cecilia to escape him no matter how hard she would try. Cecilia felt many eyes on her, judging her harshly. Even in that moment all Cecilia could think about was Camil and whether he would be okay. She wondered if her actions would doom him. She prayed that he would not be punished for her behavior, but even looking back she hadn’t regretted the way she acted. 

Dottore waited till Camil had walked further away to let go of Cecilia. “Get out and stop disrupting my work.” 

Cecilia rubbed the area that had been squeezed in order to soothe the pain. She wanted to leave, truly she did, but she couldn’t move her legs. It was as if they were cemented to the ground, refusing to budge even a little. Nothing was wrong, nothing could possibly be wrong. Even as Dottore glared at her, eyes full of fire, she could not move a muscle. In her mind she yelled her reassurances, trying her hardest to convince herself that nothing was truly going to happen to Camil, but no matter what she did she just couldn’t believe the words she was shouting. 

She couldn’t pinpoint a reason as to why she was acting the way she had. It was unusual even by Cecilia’s standards. She needed to move and fast. She knew that if she didn’t move, leave the lab quickly, that there would absolutely be punishments for both her and Camil, but no matter what she did she wouldn’t budge. It was as if her body had a mind of its own, knowing information she had yet to understand. 

Cecilia analyzed her surroundings, watching closely to how Dottore and the segments around him acted. She watched as he glared at her and then returned his attention to a nearby segment which was then approaching him. Dottore had begun discussing something with the segment, Cecilia wasn’t sure of what exactly because she could only hear her panicked thoughts rushing through her mind. It was in this small interaction that Cecilia noticed for a split second that Dottore had looked to Cecilia, then the segment, and then finally to Camil. 

Cecilia’s eyes widened. Something was wrong. Her eyes darted to Camil and then to Dottore who grinned at her. For a while Cecilia couldn’t make out the words that Dottore was saying, but then she started to become more awake and aware. That’s when she clung to the first and only word she heard: ‘maintenance’. Her heart pounded in her chest like a heavy drum and her face turned pale as she realized what he meant by it. 

Finally, Cecilia’s body moved and jumped towards Dottore’s. “Please, don’t do this.” 

Dottore remained silent and motioned for a segment to approach him. He then pointed in the direction of Camil and asked the segment to grab him and bring him to one of the empty operating rooms. Cecilia’s eyes darted to Camil and she tried to rush to Camil’s side, but sadly, Dottore’s hand grabbed her wrist and pulled her back. 

“Let go of me!” She yelled, but it was no use.

Dottore didn’t release her and instead he squeezed her wrist as if to crush her bones into dust. She whimpered in pain and looked to Camil with a remorseful look, only thinking about him in the midst of all her pain.  

Camil looked at Cecilia with a pained expression. He could only watch for a few moments before he looked away and squeezed his eyes shut, beginning to cry not only from the sight, but the sound of her cries as well. He covered his ears with his hands, adding pressure to shut out Cecilia’s voice but it was a fruitless attempt. For he could still hear the shrill sound of her voice, piercing his skin like a razor blade. 

Cecilia let out a loud scream as she watched Camil be escorted away from her and led into a nearby room. She reached out an arm towards him but she was painfully out of reach. Dottore yanked her backwards and threw her onto the floor carelessly. Cecilia cried out for Camil as she crawled her way to Dottore’s feet, clinging to his legs as she begged for him to reconsider. 

“Don’t do this. Please, Zandik, he's all I have.” She pleaded. 

Dottore looked down at Cecilia’s tear stained face and kicked her off of his legs, walking towards the nearby room without a second thought. Cecilia was frozen in place as she watched Dottore make his way towards the door, and it wasn’t until she heard the click of the door shutting that her maternal instincts kicked in, again. In an instant Cecilia jumped to her feet and ran straight for the room. She tried to turn the knob but it was too late, it was locked. 

She slammed her fist against the door. “Zandik! Zandik, stop! Let me in!” She screamed, her voice falling on deaf ears. 

Cecilia was at a loss as to what to do next. She slammed and pounded against the door, screaming until her throat burned, but it was no use. All she could do was hang onto the hope that Camil would be okay in the end, and that future seemed bleak from the few words she had heard through the door. Words such as ‘memory’, ‘brain’, and ‘scalpel’. It was becoming incredibly clear to Cecilia that things were about to take a turn for the worse, but if she found some way to stop them, save Camil, then maybe things could be different. Maybe, she hoped, she could alter the future. 

She continued fighting even when it seemed futile. Eventually her arms grew weary and her body weak as she fell to the ground, her head leaning against the door as she became numb to the surrounding world. Whatever was to happen to Camil was now inevitable. 

Hours had passed when the door was opened and woke Cecilia up. It didn’t take long for her to stumble to her feet, using the nearby wall to balance herself. She watched as Dottore moved him and Camil to the side, while three segments walked out the door and passed them. All three of the segments seemed to have unreadable expressions, giving Cecilia nothing to go off of to determine what sort of outcome she should expect. Cecilia came face to face with Dottore and pleaded for an answer with her eyes; he merely smiled and looked at Camil. 

She knelt down and held Camil’s face in her hands. “So, he’s okay?” 

Dottore nodded. “For the most part.” 

Dottore grinned, almost as if he was holding back laughter, but Cecilia ignored it for the time being. She wrapped Camil up in a great big hug and sighed with relief. 

“I thought I lost you.” She whispered. 

Cecilia pulls back to stand up and reach a welcoming hand towards the boy. “Come on, let’s go finish that story.” 

Camil said nothing. Instead he gave Cecilia a confused look before his gaze turned to Dottore. He tilted his head and stared at Dottore as if he had a question he was too scared to ask. Cecilia lowered her hand, sensing something was off about the situation. She wanted to ask Dottore a question, many in fact, but she was frozen in shock. Dottore looked at Camil and then back to Cecilia with a great big smile. 

“Oh, yes, there is one minor detail I forgot to divulge.” Dottore admitted. 

Cecilia stared at him in pure terror, not knowing what words would spill from his lips. She tried to reason that whatever truth he withheld could not be as bad as she thought. Camil was alive and well, after all. Nothing could possibly sour that triumphant truth. 

“When I did a bit of maintenance I decided to work on some loose ends. Sadly, this meant I had to make some adjustments up here.” He pointed to Camil’s skull. 

Cecilia’s heart pounded harder than it ever had before. She could feel her blood rushing through her body at an inhuman speed. Something was wrong.

“What did you do, Zandik?” Cecilia asked.

Dottore smiled at her, again. “I had to temper with his memory.” He paused for a second. “So, simply put, he doesn’t know who you are.” 

Immediately Cecilia felt her heart drop into her stomach. She couldn’t hear anything. Not a single sound was heard other than the faint sound of someone wailing. It felt as if her chest was being crushed by tons of bricks. Cecilia couldn’t think, breathe, or even utter a single word.

I failed. 

I failed you Camil.

Suddenly everything started to boil to the surface. Every word Dottore had ever said became etched into her skin, his grin implanted itself into her brain, and just as she thought she was calming down she got an image of Camil’s smiling face in the back of her eyes. Camil was gone. The boy she loved as one of her own for so long had become nothing but another face to look away from. 

Cecilia started to mumble to herself, gripping onto her thin hair as she pulled on it and made a painful ache form on her scalp. Each time she had an image of Camil’s face staring back at her she felt her heart lurch and her breath hitch. She wanted to rip the skin right off her bones, rip and tear at her flesh until there was nothing left but a forgotten memory. 

For a moment Cecilia snapped out of what hysteria had disrupted her mind to peer up at Dottore with a glare. Her eyes, a poisonous shade of magenta, pierced through his ruby ones. She wanted to kill him. Cecilia wanted him to feel the pain that was throbbing through each and every one of her veins. 

Cecilia was not one to feel hatred for anyone, much less her own lover, but in that moment she had licked up the fresh taste of hatred and spat it back out. No more did she feel sympathy or care for the man who stood before her, instead she lapped up the taste of malice’s black ooze as if it was her favorite flavor. Cecilia had soon tuned out anyone surrounding her and Dottore, completely forgetting Camil and the remainder of the segments which accompanied him. 

Without thinking she swung her hand across Dottore’s face, watching with locked eyes and flared nostrils as his mask fell to the floor with a loud clank. Usually the appearance of his scarred skin and deep red eyes would’ve caused Cecillia to feel a flutter in her chest, but what remained instead was a cavernous hole that sucked any good around her. 

Camil, or what was left of him at least, was left backing into the wall behind him. He tried his best to escape in a stealthy way, but instead he had ended up opting for just running away. This time Cecilia paid him no mind, not even turning her head to get one last look before he ran behind another segment. The Camil she knew and loved had already died. So, what was the use holding onto an empty carcass? Just because her hands once held that small body of his in her arms, cradling him until he fell asleep, it did not mean that she had to hold onto him any longer.

Cecilia straightened her back as a trail of tears made its way down her pale cheeks. “You’re a fucking monster, Zandik, and you always will be.” 

There was a familiar look in his eyes that Cecilia found upon uttering those words, but she paid it no mind. Instead she gave him a cold glare one last time before walking away. Her goal was to simply walk out of the lab and never return. Maybe, she would even find her way back to the flowery fields of Mondstadt, but instead something took control of her body and ate the last bit of warmth she had left inside her. 

She walked past a few counters littered with scientific tools and other various substances. Cecilia stopped for a moment to catch her breath, simple as that, but then something happened. Deep down inside her gut something had snapped, releasing an intense feeling that was deeper than love and colder than hatred. Cecilia had finally lost all sense of rationale as she remembered the night she held Camil for the first time, and how his breathing was so small and weak. He had clung to her as if she was his mother, and in another world maybe she would’ve been. 

In a fit of rage she swiped her arms across the contents of the counter which stood in front of her, knocking over various tools and beakers which had god knows what in them. She hissed in pain, something was burning. That burning had turned out to be her own skin and the smell was awful. In an attempt to ease the agony she felt she ended up falling back into another counter, and upon turning around she had destroyed more beakers that contained more unidentifiable substances. She cried out in pain as more random fluids had splashed against her skin, destroying the porcelain skin that used to rest comfortably on her body. 

She stumbled in an attempt to run towards Dottore, cursing as she approached him. “What- Fuck! What was in those.. Those.. That fucking shit you have over there, Dottore. What is it?!” She screamed.

Dottore merely chuckled and responded calmly. “It’s acid.” 

Cecilia growled and ran towards a nearby station that was used for emergency purposes, and quickly stepped into the nearby shower, turning it on as quickly as possible. Sadly, there was not much she could do, because upon looking at her reflection on her way into the shower she realized just how badly she’d been hurt. Although she could barely see with the pain searing throughout her whole body, she had realized that half of her face had been burned away by the substance. She looked for mere seconds, tears stinging against her open wounds before she quickly got into the shower, making sure to get the water all over the damaged skin. She wasn’t even entirely sure it would help her, but it was worth the try.

She continued to wash away the acid as best she could until her body fell completely weak against the hard tiled floor. Cecilia’s expression fell into something empty, looking down at her skin which had all but practically been destroyed by her rage. She hadn’t even noticed that some of the segments and Dottore, including the boy she used to call ‘Camil’ had long since left her, abandoning her to the cold floor covered in blood and various fluids. At that moment she wondered what the point in saving her flesh was if she couldn’t share anything good with it. 

She felt her body weaken, the medications she was regularly given to by Dottore had no doubt weared off by now. Her fingers twitched and lips turned up in a small smile as she thought of the warm feeling of holding that small boy in her arms, carefully and with tenderness. As Cecilia pondered the what if’s her body had begun to freeze, her fingertips became covered by frost and her lips turned a bright shade of blue. She thought about if things could’ve been different had she let Dottore do as he pleased a little more. Maybe, if she was a little less stubborn and a little more soft things wouldn’t have ended so harshly. In the end she wasn’t sure what was left for her anymore. Perhaps Mondstadt would be a more welcome place to explore, but for all Cecilia cared she would’ve rather died than continue on with her journey in life.

She blinked only for a moment when she felt the last bits of warmth wash away into something bitter cold. It was as if she had died and gone to whatever hell was waiting for her. She accepted it for the most part, but not before her eyes opened and saw her breath floating in the air in front of her. 

Where am I?

Why is it so cold?

It wasn't until she opened her eyes that she saw the floating vision in front of her. At first she hesitated, not knowing whether it was meant for her or not, but as she soon reached out for it with a trembling hand, it seemed to accept her. She didn't worry about whether that vision was hers, because as she looked at the glowing cryo vision once again she knew that it was indeed hers. 

What a sick joke it was. Cecilia thought in that moment if her life had truly just been some joke for the archons to bask in. Had everything she’d done up to that point meant nothing? Had she meant nothing? 

As much as she knew she had to get up, fight for her right to live, she just couldn’t. Even as she withered away on the floor she still couldn’t help but yearn to hold Camil in her arms again. She just wanted to feel the sunshine on her face as she told him another story she had learned in her time in Mondstadt. She wanted Camil back. She wanted her sweet, baby boy safe in her arms again. Sadly, Cecilia would only be left with the aching in her heart and the face of an unfamiliar person. Whoever Cecilia used to be had died that day and instead she had turned into something truly horrific

[rphunter]

hello everybody !! i just wanted to make a roleplay blog for all of my fandomless roleplays ヾ(≧∇≦)ゞ i am currently 19 years old, a broke little college student and someone who is currently residing within the est time zone ٩(˵˃̶ω˂̶˵)◞* i am currently looking for a long term fandomless oc partner who loves ooc talk !! i just overall love becoming friends with the people i am roleplaying with ^^ 18+ people ONLY !! i can go from semi lit, lit, to novella !! i tend to copy but please please please be literate and go slow in the plots !! i am completely fine with smut as long as it does not take up the entire rp unless the plot calls for it x3 i like a good 20 / 80 smut to plot ratio !! i love to read and write !! and i have been in the roleplay community for roughly about 9 - 10 years now !! ( idk how i started so young if i'm being quite frank... ) i would prefer if i had a rather active roleplay partner but if not then thats perfectly fine !! i however, for my sake i would at least want a response every other day if that is okay !! ヾ( ˃ᴗ˂ )◞ • *✰ i do however also want to mention that i only roleplay on discord !!

🧸 ⎯⎯ 𝐂𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄. 's profile.

coven is really the sweetest guy. he's gentle, super introverted, super shy. he has always been the type that just notices so many tiny things about people just to make them feel heard and taken care of. on the exterior, a very composed and reliable person, though internally drowned by tons of insecurities in his head—mostly because he got bullied at school, some tough stuff with his childhood best friend, who turned out to be the biggest bully of his life. he's a creative soul: baking, painting, playing music. he also overthinks and stresses a whole lot.

he feels under big pressure since he's supposed to take over his family's café, and sometimes he feels like he's not strong enough for that. basically, he wants someone patient and understanding, someone who understands him and his passions. besides, he is a romantic soul, and in relationships, he searches for something mild and meaningful. he hasn't got much experience with love, yet he surely is the kind of guy who would open up just as soon as he would feel comfortable and secured.

face claim ; realistic ⎯ louis partridge | anime ⎯ yeonwoo sunjeong

🥃 ⎯⎯ 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐄. 's profile.

laurence is the kind of man who is all about intellect, especially when it comes to psychology. since he was little, he was fascinated by how people think and behave. smart and capable of explaining even the most intricate things in such a way that somehow would make sense to others, his students like him. he is serious and reserved but actually a very sensitive person who prefers deep, profound contact over light contact.

he is bad in big social environments and has a bit of social anxiety. he guards his emotions and tends to overwork himself, thus forgetting one's own needs at times. laurence is very choosy as to whom he connects with. no small talk, no casual talking. his partner has to challenge him on an intellectual level and share his values, particularly in deep conversations.

speaking about relationships, he seeks a sort of understanding—nothing that necessarily places so much importance on sex in a relationship. he likes being in control in bed and really loves intensity; for him, though, everything else is just trumped by the emotional. laurence is a bit difficult to put across, but when you get past the mask, you will get somebody very passionate, very caring, who actually just wants to find somebody that does understand him, basically.

face claim ; realistic ⎯ zario bolanos | anime ⎯ cheng xiaoshi

🚬 ⎯⎯ 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐙𝐔. 's profile.

souta is a mess, but somehow an endearing one. outwardly, he's hypercharismatic and adaptable, always wearing that charming persona, but he's got a seriously unstable mess emotionally. mostly, he struggles to establish an identity for himself and more often than not finds himself detached and lonely because of this. this manipulative streak he has is from some fear of rejection when he tries to be openly vulnerable. he works as a bartender, loves to indulge in music and photography, but does things like drinking and smoking as a coping mechanism. he yearns for honesty and depth in his relationships, but his fear of losing his identity—or just getting hurt—holds him back. an enigma, he is—walking and talking—charming, yet lost; craving intimacy, yet scared of it.

face claim ; realistic ⎯ kento yamazaki | anime ⎯ yoru / jin saotome ⊹ ࣪ ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ࣪ ˖ i will kiss u on the mouth if you are open for dark themes that'll have people clutching their pearls !! i love taboo themes a lot so i would also prefer if my partner did as well !! currently i am only looking for a m x m roleplay with these fellas !! if you are interested please either interact with this post or go ahead and send me a message ^^

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[notaeri]

hello everybody !! i just wanted to make a roleplay blog for all of my fandomless roleplays ヾ(≧∇≦)ゞ i am currently 19 years old, a broke little college student and someone who is currently residing within the est time zone ٩(˵˃̶ω˂̶˵)◞* i am currently looking for a long term fandomless oc partner who loves ooc talk !! i just overall love becoming friends with the people i am roleplaying with ^^ 18+ people ONLY !! i can go from semi lit, lit, to novella !! i tend to copy but please please please be literate and go slow in the plots !! i love to read and write !! and i have been in the roleplay community for roughly about 9 - 10 years now !! ( idk how i started so young if i'm being quite frank... ) i would prefer if i had a rather active roleplay partner but if not then thats perfectly fine !! i however, for my sake i would at least want a response every other day if that is okay !! ヾ( ˃ᴗ˂ )◞ • *✰ i do however also want to mention that i only roleplay on discord !!

🧸 ⎯⎯ 𝐂𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄. 's profile.

coven is really the sweetest guy. he's gentle, super introverted, super shy. he has always been the type that just notices so many tiny things about people just to make them feel heard and taken care of. on the exterior, a very composed and reliable person, though internally drowned by tons of insecurities in his head—mostly because he got bullied at school, some tough stuff with his childhood best friend, who turned out to be the biggest bully of his life. he's a creative soul: baking, painting, playing music. he also overthinks and stresses a whole lot.

he feels under big pressure since he's supposed to take over his family's café, and sometimes he feels like he's not strong enough for that. basically, he wants someone patient and understanding, someone who understands him and his passions. besides, he is a romantic soul, and in relationships, he searches for something mild and meaningful. he hasn't got much experience with love, yet he surely is the kind of guy who would open up just as soon as he would feel comfortable and secured.

face claim ; realistic ⎯ louis partridge | anime ⎯ yeonwoo sunjeong

🥃 ⎯⎯ 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐄. 's profile.

laurence is the kind of man who is all about intellect, especially when it comes to psychology. since he was little, he was fascinated by how people think and behave. smart and capable of explaining even the most intricate things in such a way that somehow would make sense to others, his students like him. he is serious and reserved but actually a very sensitive person who prefers deep, profound contact over light contact.

he is bad in big social environments and has a bit of social anxiety. he guards his emotions and tends to overwork himself, thus forgetting one's own needs at times. laurence is very choosy as to whom he connects with. no small talk, no casual talking. his partner has to challenge him on an intellectual level and share his values, particularly in deep conversations.

speaking about relationships, he seeks a sort of understanding—nothing that necessarily places so much importance on sex in a relationship. he likes being in control in bed and really loves intensity; for him, though, everything else is just trumped by the emotional. laurence is a bit difficult to put across, but when you get past the mask, you will get somebody very passionate, very caring, who actually just wants to find somebody that does understand him, basically.

face claim ; realistic ⎯ zario bolanos | anime ⎯ cheng xiaoshi

🚬 ⎯⎯ 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐙𝐔. 's profile.

souta is a mess, but somehow an endearing one. outwardly, he's hypercharismatic and adaptable, always wearing that charming persona, but he's got a seriously unstable mess emotionally. mostly, he struggles to establish an identity for himself and more often than not finds himself detached and lonely because of this. this manipulative streak he has is from some fear of rejection when he tries to be openly vulnerable. he works as a bartender, loves to indulge in music and photography, but does things like drinking and smoking as a coping mechanism. he yearns for honesty and depth in his relationships, but his fear of losing his identity—or just getting hurt—holds him back. an enigma, he is—walking and talking—charming, yet lost; craving intimacy, yet scared of it.

face claim ; realistic ⎯ kento yamazaki | anime ⎯ yoru / jin saotome ⊹ ࣪ ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ࣪ ˖ i will kiss u on the mouth if you are open for dark themes that'll have people clutching their pearls !! i love taboo themes a lot so i would also prefer if my partner did as well !! currently i am only looking for a m x m roleplay with these fellas !! if you are interested please either interact with this post or go ahead and send me a message ^^

[junikicker]

idk if u take requests but if you do could i request a fic w lady bellaston (maybe w the same reader character as your previous lady bellaston fics??) where they’re at a party and lady b is knowingly flirting with others to make reader jealous all the while sending looks at reader like ‘what are you going to do about it:);)’ and reader takes her to an empty room and fucks her lol no worries if you don’t take requests tho!!

Masquerade - Lady Bellaston x fem!reader

Masquerade - Lady Bellaston x fem!reader

warnings: smut

note: I've really grown to love the oc I creadted with the whole Under Her Spell story. Love that even though the story is officially over, you requested the character again. Also love that you all love the series so much.

word count: 2.2k

“I understand you will attend the masquerade ball next week?” Your father asked, just as he was about to head out for the day. “Affirmative, father. I’ll have William fetch my clothes from the tailor this afternoon.” You responded, looking at him from your desk as you dropped the quill in your left hand.

“You’re not again writing that foolish poetry, are you? Son, how often must I tell you that you are no Shakespeare? And quit writing with your left hand.” He ordered, a deep frown on his face.

“When my time comes around, lay me gently in the cold dark earth. No grave can hold my body down. I’ll crawl home to her.” You recited the words written down on the piece of parchment before you, looking your father straight in the eye. The man’s frown seemed to only deepen at your words. He turned around and left without saying another word. You sighed. Nothing you ever did could seem to make him proud.

Later that day, William arrived with your clothes for the ball. Your father had insisted on the family colors, however, you decided to only go for the blue and switch the black for silver elements. He was not attending either way, so you thought you could just as well do a bit of your won thing.

You hadn’t seen Lady Bellaston since the night the two of you spent at Champagne Lane, but you regularly exchanged letters. William was so gracious to act as a courier for the two of you, delivering your letters to her and her letters to you, so your father wouldn’t suspect anything. William truly was a man of honor. He’d been around the manor for as long as you could remember. For a long time he had been your only friend.

The letters mostly consisted of her telling you about how much she longed to be with you again, while your letters always included a new poem of yours that you had written for her and only her.

Since you met her, your creativity had increased. You saw her in all the little things. The flowers, the sky, the clouds, and the moon with the stars at night. Sometimes even a word was enough to make you think of her.

As the masquerade ball was approaching, you felt yourself grow nervous. It was the first time that you would be seeing her after Champagne Lane. What if she suddenly decided she wanted to end it all? What if she had told anyone? What if she had told your father?

“Are you quite alright, Y/n?” William asked you as he fixed the buttons on your shirt. Whenever your father was not around, he called you by your real name. Whenever you heard your own name, a smile appeared on your face. Your father always called you Atticus. Everyone called you Atticus. Everyone but William, Charles, and now, Clarissa.

“Yes, it’s nothing.” You sighed, your hands a bit clammy. “Is it about Lady Bellaston?” He asked and you met his eyes. “I haven’t looked at the letters. But I sense there is a strong connection between the two of you.” He explained as he stepped aside for you to look into the mirror.

“We have been sleeping together, if that is what you are asking.” You told him as you smoothed out your clothing. “I was not implying-” William started but you cut him off, chuckling. “It’s fine, William. Really.” You told him. “I suppose, I am just nervous to see her again. We’ve been talking over letters over the past two weeks, but what if she decided that she wants to end whatever we are having? What if she thinks it was wrong?”

“Everything will be alright, Y/n. I’ve seen how she beamed when I came with your letters every day. How she was eager to get your reply. She won’t change her mind. And if she does: Whatever happens, happens. Everything happens for a reason.” William tried to soothe your nerves. “Thank you, William.” You genuinely told him and he gave you a smile. “Now leave. And enjoy yourself. Your father is in Paris until the day after tomorrow, do not worry about the time of your return.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow then. And thank you again.” You told him as you got ready to leave. “My pleasure, Y/n.” He spoke and left you alone.

The carriage in front of your home seemed to have arrived just in time for you to leave. You were still nervous but William seemed to have managed to calm your nerves down severely.

There were already loads of people at the masquerade when you had arrived. You got off the carriage and looked at the mask in your hands. With a sigh, you secured the mask over your eyes and tied it at the back of your head.

You looked around, trying to find any sort of familiar figure but decided it was not worth the effort. Everybody looked so different with the mask on. You still tried to find that one particular blonde among the many people.

“You have got to be kitting me! Atticus Huntington?” A voice grabbed your attention and you turned around. You were met with a small man. His hair was neatly pulled back into a slick bun at the back of his head. “Blifil? Is that you?” You asked. You hadn’t seen the man that you knew when he was still a boy in years. “So it is you! I haven’t seen you in a long time. What have you been up to?” The young man asked. “Spent some time in the countryside. Wrote a book. Everything and nothing, really.” You explained. Then Blifil was saying something about how he wanted to go to the countryside too, but it just didn’t seem to be a fitting environment for him and some other things that you didn’t quite catch because you were distracted by something, or rather someone.

About fifteen meters away was a woman in a yellow dress, a mask hid her face, but you would know that hair anywhere. It had a different color than all blonde hair you had ever seen. It had a texture that you’d know everywhere. And she was talking with some man, a tad older than you. A hand on his arm as she laughed at something he said. You had a hard time drawing your eyes away from her but managed to get back to your conversation with Blifil.

“I don’t think you’d be a fit for the countryside either, lad… Look, it was nice catching up with you, but I need to find someone.” You explained and gave his shoulder a pat. “Yes, no worries, I must be off as well.” He said and you parted ways. When you looked back to where you had just seen Clarissa with the mysterious man, there were now two ladies, one dressed in delicate green and the other in a deep purple gown. You looked around. No sign of Lady Bellaston.

As you were about to give up on searching, you saw the yellow dress again out of the corner of your eye. There she was, talking to… Tom Jones? What could she possibly want from Tom Jones? Surely she was not going to allow him to wed Sophia. There it was again. That laugh. That laugh that you had come to adore so much. The laugh that you thought was only for you.

As if Clarissa seemed to have felt you watching her, her head turned and she looked at you, giving you a smirk. That was when you knew what she wanted. It was all a game. She wanted to make you jealous and you hated that it was working. Your jaw clenched when you watched her laugh at yet another joke Ton Jones seemed to have made. She looked at you again, quirking an eyebrow at you as if to say ‘what are you going to do about it?’. You took a deep breath before abandoning your drink on the next best table and then made your way over to where Clarissa and Tom Jones were seated.

“If it isn’t Tom Jones. Are you not supposed to be talking to Sophia? My Lady Bellaston.” You acknowledged her presence as you put on a fake smile for Tom Jones. “I was just about to leave.” He gritted out between his teeth before getting up and leaving.

“Follow me.” You said to Clarissa, grabbing her hand, leading her to the next best room inside that you could be alone in.

“What was that about?!” You asked her through gritted teeth. “Why in God’s name were you trying to seduce Tom Jones?! He’s not in love with you!” You were backing her up against the closed door, leaving no place to escape for her. She had a smug smile on her face as her hands reached behind her head to get rid of her mask before she reached around your head to get rid of yours as well.

She caught you off guard with that. It was not what you had been expecting at all. Confused, you looked at her, meeting her emerald green eyes. “Because I want you.” She breathed out. “And this was the fastest way.” She explained, a hand cupping your face, thumb tracing your bottom lip.

“You’re mine.” You breathed once you had comprehended her words. “You belong to me. And if you ever look at him like that again, you are going to be very sorry, Clarissa.” You told her and her pupils dilated at your words. “Understood?” You asked her, looking deep into her eyes. You took the small whimper that fell from her lips as a yes. “Turn around.” You ordered and she immediately obliged.

You practically tore the dress from her body, not caring if it took damage as you removed it from her body. You just needed so much access to do what you had in mind. “Now I’m gonna show you who you belong to.” You growled into her ear. You looked around to find the next best place to take your activities to and saw a desk in the middle of the room. You got a hold of her hips and led her to the wooden piece of furniture.

One swift movement was all it took for you to lift her up to sit on the desk as you stood between her legs and removed her underwear. As you did, you got the perfect look at her breasts, corset so tight they were threatening to spill out of it. And the little heart-shaped mark was present once again.

You dragged your index finger up her slit and a low moan left the woman’s mouth. “Oh, darling. I’ve barely touched you and you are already drenched.” You chuckled at the wetness you found between her legs.

Without a warning, you thrust two fingers into her dripping core, Clarissa’s head falling back at the rough pace you set from the beginning. Your fingers play with her sensitive bundle of nerves, while one of her hands reach for your hair, gently tugging on it, while streams of moans leave her throat. Your lips latch onto her cleavage, leaving mark after mark on her porcelain skin.

Her gasps get higher in pitch and once you feel her flutter around your fingers, you pull away fully, gaining a groan and whimper in response. Just as Clarissa was about to say something about it, you slipped your fingers back inside, thrusting even harder and faster, a moan taking up the space of her words. Her pupils were blown wide, and her chest was flushed and covered in, what you thought was, art.

Your thumb on her clit continues to tease her further, her gasps becoming more frequent and the rhythm more frantic. Just when you curl your fingers into that special spot inside of her, her back arches fully into you, and a loud moan leaves her mouth. When you press your lips to hers in an attempt to silence her loud moans, the kiss is sloppy and messy. A few moments later, curses in what seemed to be French started leaving her mouth. Within the next few moments, you can feel her walls flutter around your fingers and her hands clawing at your back, into the fabric of your suit, while you throw her over the edge. You helped her ride out her high, before pulling away. “Who do you belong to?” You ask her, wanting to know if she remembered anything about your conversation from before. “Yours.” She panted, trying to catch her breath.

Her hair was now messy, the heart-mark washed away by sweat and her lipstick was smudged. You wondered if there was some on your face. The way she smiled at you made your heart ache. “I think I’m in love with you.” You blurted out. Just as you realized what you had said, you put your hands to your mouth. “Sorry- that was...”

“You think or you know?” Clarissa asked, now back to her cocky self. “I know.”

[writteninlunarlight-years]

Heya! I sent in a matchup request before but I kinda rambled off in it (and I think I was on anon too-) so imma try again and be less ramble-y 😅

For Hazbin Hotel please!

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Gender/Pronouns: She/They AFAB

Sexuality: Asexual, questioning-aromantic who would date men/masc

Age: 25

Appearance: 5'11 White Australian with pale as fuck skin, blue eyes with dark bags under them, half my head is shaved the other half long, currently dyed red hair but it changes once it washes out and I get bored of my natural blonde. Slightly chubby belly with average breasts I wanna remove completely 👍

MBTI: INFP-T

Mental Additives: I have autism, clinical depression, clinical anxiety, PTSD and lowkey a hypochondriac.

Personality: I'm told I'm open-minded and easy to get along with. I am also a completely open book who talks about 98% of things I have been through; including trauma and random factoids I have learnt.

I smile all the time, even when crying I find myself smiling sometimes. All I want is for the people I care about to be happy; and I don't always include myself in that list but I've been getting better at doing so!

I don't have a job but I am slowly looking. I think I've just gotten used to not having a job or going to school? It's boring and mind numbing, but the last job I had gave me anxiety attacks. Doesn't help I have no ambitions in life. Except for whatever hyperfixation I'm on!

Yet I also verbally yet playfully threaten violence on friends, but if need be I can't ever throw a punch. I diffuse situations with words and pacifist action (like leaving). But I will use my height and build to be threatening to protect a friend, despite knowing that I can't defend myself. I also break into tears if I feel like I said the wrong thing to a friend or family member. I'm not as scary as I sometimes look or act.

Imma list off words that remind me of my personality since idk how else to explain myself: Helpful, imaginative, leisurely, loyal, protective, self-critical, absentminded, touch-starved, irritable (prob the anxiety talking hopefully), unable to flirt or recognise flirting, quirky, anxioussss!, logical thinker.

Likes: True crime, reading/writing fanfic, my cat, my five birds, my two fish!, I want reptile pets, random facts, the cold (jumper weather), playing all types of video games, watching YouTube, thunderstorms, chocolate, soft drinks, my lil brother, my OC that I shape into whatever fixation I'm on!

Dislikes: Having writers block, drinking alcohol, smelling cigarettes/weed, being called lazy, being compared to others, the heat (remove my skin), drinking water, my lil brother (when he's in mean mode), racists, terfs, literally all dumbasses who think they're better than everyone, routines.

Hi, I love you! I hope you enjoy this! I want everyone to know that this bean is an amazing Mutual, and you should all check them out! Okay, okay, now to the show!

~~~~~ MATCHUPS ~~~~~

HAZBIN HOTEL

Alastor

~~~~~ HEADCANONS ~~~~~

Alastor really doesn't care for people in general. If you aren't one of the few he deems good enough, stay out of his way.

That's why he was thrown for a loop when you came along. Is someone so kind and genuine not being scared of him? Who do you think you are?

Alastor is very protective, and though it may take ages to realize he has feelings, he will firmly defend and protect you.

When you and Niffty are hanging out, he feels so proud and almost giddy, an emotion he only feels when murdering normally.

When you fought the Angels, he was in awe of you. Though you needed training from Vaggie, you were fierce and ready to do whatever you could to save your friends.

The first time he snapped at you, he felt horrible, and when you started crying, he was practically a dead man, times two. He spent weeks trying to apologize and make it up to you.

He isn't big on touching or affection, but he shows you he cares in his own way. He is always opening the door for you, cooking for you, and taking you to special events or places.

He supports all your hobbies and interests and even tries to help you find new things to enjoy. This way, when he is busy doing whatever he has to, you are entertained until he returns.

He loves just having lazy days with you in the Radio Tower. There, he can work on his master plans, and you can do whatever to your heart's content.

When he finally accepts he has stronger feelings for you than his regular crew of Mimzy, Rosie, and Niffty, he asks the girls what's happening to him.

They collectively help him confess to you, and when they find out that you two are a lot more similar than they thought, they are thrilled for you two now that you guys have found your person.

If you ever mention physical touch or intimacy with him, he will allow it, but only if you are comfortable with it. Do not force yourself to think it's the right thing to do unless you 100% want it to.

~~~~~ BLURB ~~~~~

You had been working with Niffty on a surprise for Alastor. He had been working hard to take down the Vees and especially hard to piss off Vox after a particularly vile comment he made about you. Niffty was out collecting the materials while you were researching how to make a cape, crown, and scepter. Once everything was rounded up and ready to go, you two got down to some serious work. Building your masterpiece for Alastor was moving along well, and you two couldn't wait to see his face.

Sneaking up to Alastors room, you set up the creation. While you were busy making it look perfect, Niffty distracted Alastor. However, Alastor knew that something was off as soon as you weren't downstairs ready to greet him. Making his way to your location, Niffty did her best to stall the tall man, but it was too late. Luckily, just before the door opened, you had set up the display. You remembered before the battle against the Angels that Niffty had dubbed Alastor 'King Roach'. Alastor was a king in your eyes, so you wanted to show him how you honestly thought of him.

There before Alastor stood a mannequin with a deep red cape adorned with blackthorns, a crown made of black cardboard and gold glitter glue, and lastly, a scepter made out of a large stick and one of Lucifer's rubber ducks that looked like Alastor. The man couldn't help but laugh at the creation in pure enjoyment. As he walked over to start putting on the new outfit, Niffty crawled up your shoulder and perched there waiting. Once King Alastor was officially crowned, he bent down and asked, "May I kiss you, my love?" You nodded gently, and all that was heard after the kiss was a 'blegh' sound from the tiny woman perched on your head.

~~~~~ EXTRA ~~~~~

(You had been sitting in the Radio Tower for hours and were ready for fun. However, Alastor was still trying to work.)

Y/N: Can we please do something else, Alastor?

Alastor: Dear, you are always more than welcome to do whatever you please. The most powerful demon lord is your partner.

Y/N: Noooo, Alastor, I wanna do something with you.

Alastor: Hmmmm, is that so, like what?

Y/N: uh uh uh....damn it! You can't put me on the spot like that, Alasor.

Alastor: Alright, alright, come on, let's go to Rosies for some tea and a break.

Y/N: Hell yeah! Field trip!

[argisthebulwark]

F, I, O, and S for the fanfic asks!! <33

<3<3<3<3<3

F: Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

“Why?” She finally broke the silence, head turning until she looked straight up at him. Her dark eyes glimmered in the low light and chin rested so nicely on his chest. “Why what?” He felt her muscles tighten but she didn’t bolt.  “Why would you do all this for me?” Her voice cracked and he knew it was time. Brynjolf watched her eyes widen when he cupped her cheek in his hand, both of their hearts racing.  “Oh, lass.” He brushed aside a stray lock of hair, intent on meeting her gaze. She looked terrified. “You know, right?” She didn’t say a word but it was there, clear as day. Her fingers tightened in his shirt and she nodded. Everything they’d been through had led them to this moment. “Are you ready to hear it?” “I think so.” 

idk man i never posted this chapter of the brynjolf longfic i was working on... I should get back to that lol. I like to dump my own issues onto my characters and being unable to accept love/affection is a big one so it just hit me right in the feels rereading it. Using my favorite character/oc like an emotional chew toy.

I: Do you have a guilty pleasure in fic (reading or writing)?

Everything I write feels like a guilty pleasure lmao. My google drive holds sooo many fics that will never see the light of day since I never post any non Skyrim works. I've been working on a self indulgent Simon Riley fic for over a year now that makes me giggle and kick my feet when I reread or edit it lol.

O: How do you begin a story–with the plot, or the characters?

It depends on the format. For my little ficlets I have a long list of prompts I'd like to fill, pick one that sounds fun, and choose characters from there I think would fit the prompt. When I'm writing a longer fic I often get inspiration from imagining cool scenes and building a fic around that, which would lean more toward characters.

S: Any fandom tropes you can’t resist?

I'm such a sucker for enemies to lovers. It's written somewhere deep in my soul, I will happily read it a thousand more times. I love a hurt/comfort fic where the comfort comes waaaay later, when they let the angst really set in. A few years back I got really into forbidden romance stories for a while but I haven't gone for that lately.

thank you thank you for the ask <3 ask game here

[rasberryt0rte]

Okiii Tumblr this is a long one and sins of my creation inspired by my dear irls who want nothing but chaos 🙏

FORMAL APOLOGY TO THE PIKMIN AND SONIC FANDOM THIS IS A ROUGH ONE

Lore on the drawings bellow :'-]

The 2 half dressed girls are infact personified Pikmin bosses 😭I got sent the og boss photos on discord so mb it's Cropped badly I rlly speedran it , also 1 of them is wearing a hat ik it's from a meme but idk who made the in game boss wear it, irl said it was no creds in his gallery so it could've been a mod or a render so no clue here

Spent less than an hour total on the 2 of em

The sonic oc is uhh idk how to explain it like a yes or no game thing basically u ask what the character has and then the other person who can't see u drawing it says yes or no to the questions u ask, it was a vc convo tho so I'll give the examples I can remember ;

-Is she a fluffy animal /y

-A cat /n

-A fox /y

(Made her a fennet fox then)

-Does she have 1 hair colour /n

-2 then??/y

-Is her fringe diff then??/n

-Left pigtail /n

-Right pigtail /y

... So she got stuck with some fuckass haircolour

Is she good/n

Very evil/ y

The most evil??/y

Would she kill you if she was in the same room as u /y

😭😭😭

So basically I had an assistant in making the world's worst mary sue and to finish it off I got random colours of purple and orange 🥲

I tried working around it but she is truly a lost cause 🙏💀Im not rlly sure how to draw hands in the sonic art style but my head cannon is she's holding a glock in their,like she will shoot u type of evil

Apologies sonic fandom I only rlly played the shadow game on the ps2 so I'm probs the n2 fake fan ngl

I'm gonna go play rdr2 so byeeeee tumblr

[depressedbagpipe]

A Heartrender's Fire: ch. II

Tolya Yul-Bataar x Lantsov!ofc

Words: 5050 Warnings: me not knowing how ships work? i know the volkvolny is supposed to be a whaler but idk, rewatch the episode if you're having doubts. the sea whip scene + a bit of blood, cringe dialogue, lots of filler (it's not me it's the plot) BTW I'M NOT SURE I'VE PROOFREAD THIS AT ALL SO BEWARE A/N: somehow this chapter got incredibly long for a mere filler, anyways, enjoy. again, just in case anybody got lost along the way, this is strictly self-indulgence imagining my oc as part of the show, do with that what you will

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II: Rusalye

Irina was aware of the hustle on deck before she was fully conscious. She had been sprawled on one of the side benches, completely asleep as the sun went up and her guard ended. The previous day's affairs had left her exhausted and she hadn’t even been bothered enough to go below deck to her shared cabin. Fully trusting the crew surrounding her, she un-gracelessly flopped down on the wooden bench and closed her eyes for what she thought had been minutes.

Thankfully for her, a huge shadow loomed over her, sheltering her from the unforgiving sun rays that seemed to follow the Volkvolny. Whether that was because of the Sun Summoner, Irina didn’t know. 

“Enjoyed your nap?” Tolya’s voice made her open her eyes.

Her pupils shrank involuntarily, adjusting to the bright sky above her. The giant blocked the sun with his existence, and with the sun rays surrounding his head, he looked heavenly to Irina, who was making a huge effort not to let her eyes droop again and cave in the slumber. 

She smirked. “Greatly.” 

She took Tolya’s hand, who gently pulled her up on her feet. She lost her footing slightly as a particularly big wave made the ship lurch to the side, making her crash into his side. His big arm steadied her, coming around her waist as she braced for the impact. It was moments like these that Irina wished she would’ve crashed into the floor because it would’ve saved her from the embarrassment of having to look into his eyes and thank him for his service. Because no matter how many years the twins had been by her side, a sliver of doubt always clouded her judgment. Did he feel the butterflies too, or was it just sheer loyalty to them as Sturmhond and Ainthe?

Irina discarded those thoughts as she stretched, rubbing her eyes and observing the decks. She took a deep breath. “It’s warm today.”

Tolya nodded. “It is, thanks Saints for that.”

She snorted. “You can’t complain that you’re cold when you’re constantly bare-armed.”

He smirked. “You know sleeves limit my movements,” he said as he too scanned the rest of the crew.

“Right.” She wasn’t looking at him but felt his eyes on her. “That’d explain why Tamar is always fully dressed and just as capable.”

She turned her eyes to him, but her teasing gaze made him chuckle. They both remained at the poop deck, eyeing the crew work around the main level. 

“There she is,” Irina noticed the Sun Summoner suddenly appear on deck, with a wonderstruck look on her face. She eyed the two squallers working the main sails, exchanging words with her friend.

“Did you ever meet her?” Tolya almost whispered in her ear, his eyes never leaving the Sun Summoner.

Irina shook her head, noticing the way his eyes lingered on the other girl. “No. But our parents did, apparently. Kirigan wouldn’t have kept her hidden for that long,” she noted.

“So she wasn’t tested as a kid, then?”

The girl shrugged. “Maybe she was, maybe she wasn’t. It’s not like I’ve had the chance to really get to know her yet. But he isn’t Grisha.”

“I know.”

“Those two…”

“Definitely.”

The two shared a knowing look, silently deciding to drop their conversation, but also agreeing to pay close attention to the couple as they slowly arrived at their spot. Tolya walked down the poop deck to join his sister, while Sturmhond joined his, coming behind her.

“Be nice,” Irina warned her brother.

Sturmhond feigned innocence, bringing a hand to his chest. “I’m always nice, dear sister.”

“Like hell you are.”

“I just enjoy annoying you.”

Irina didn’t say anything else, for the couple arrived at their deck. Mal was about to touch a lever when Sturmhond stopped him, coming closer to them.

“Ooh, definitely don’t touch that.” Mal rolled his eyes again. “So, Miss Starkov,” he approached Alina. “What say you and I chart the course to your destiny to find the Sea Whip?”

Alina looked at Mal, who stood straighter, with his hands in his pockets. “That’ll be me, I’m the tracker.” Alina stared at him proudly.

Irina stared between the two men, enjoying the bickering. Her brother. with a confident smirk, pulled his golden compass out of his clothes, dangling it in his hand as he showed it to them. 

“My lucky compass. Seen me through thick and thin. Okay then, tracker, which way is north?”

The royal siblings stared at the tracker with mixed emotions. Sturmhond felt oddly confident, and Irina was simply curious. From the way the guests held themselves, they weren’t used to the sea like Sturmhond and Irina were, and even after years of sailing, Irina sometimes couldn’t tell which way was where. Mal adjusted his posture again, raising his eyebrows and looking out in the distance. Alina looked at him like he had hung the sun in the sky.

“Well, I can tell you a few ways, based on the position of the sun and my shadow, based on the direction that we’re sailing in, and based on…” he stopped when he looked at Alina, who was glaring at him. Irina knew another silent conversation had just passed between them, and wondered just how deep the bond between the summoner and the tracker ran. “It’s that way.”

Sturmhond had all eyes on him, who looked down at his compass with a little skepticism. Even Irina peered at the golden needle, confirming Mal’s declaration.

With a nod, Sturmhond dropped the compass and patted Mal on the back, forcing him to walk with him.

“Let me introduce you to our navigators. What did you say your name was again?”

The girls were left by themselves. 

“Don’t mind him. He likes to tease,” Irina told Alina with a smile. 

The Sun Summoner smiled back at her, a little shyly still, but appreciative nonetheless.

“Mal can be a little… hotheaded too. But thank you…” Alina stopped, suddenly remembering she hadn’t caught the second-in-command’s name.

“Ainthe,” Irina finished for her.

Alina smiled. “Nice to meet you, Ainthe.”

“Pleasure’s all mine,” Irina smirked too.  “How did you sleep?” 

“Surprisingly well. A little on the noisy side, though.”

“I apologize for Tolya’s snoring. It can be quite much sometimes,” both girls laughed. “Let me show you around the place. Last night Sturmhond wasn’t his usual welcoming self.”

“When is he ever welcoming?” Alina laughed but allowed the girl to lead her through the main deck, pointing out the names of several crew members who were working nonstop, pulling on ropes and fixing on the heading. 

“I can’t believe there’s Grisha on the crew…” Alina exclaimed. 

Irina smiled. “This is a haven for anyone who needs it.”

“And he is your brother?”

“Unfortunately.”

They shared another complacent look before Tamar called Alina’s attention.

“Oi, Sun Summoner! Join us.”

Tamar stood up, leaving space for Alina, who eyed wearily the cards game the twins were playing together with some of the Grisha on deck. Tolya laid his heavy arm on Irina’s shoulders after dropping his cards on the small wooden table, Shu words leaving his mouth in satisfaction at winning yet again. The two of them stared at Alina as she sat down, her confidence gone in an instant.

“What does that mean?”

Tolya frowned. “You don’t know it? It means ‘victory’ in Shu.”

Tamar went back to shuffle the cards, while Alina looked down, embarrassed. “Um, I don’t speak Shu.”

Tamar saved her. “Understandable. We know what Ravkans think about mutts like us. And in Shu Han–”

“They prefer to remind us we’ve our Ravkan mother’s blood,” Tolya finished for her.  

Irina scoffed. “Blood is blood. Only fools think otherwise.”

Tamar gave Alina her own set of cards, while she stared at the odd group around her with a shy grin. 

“Is that why you’ve chosen a life at sea? Because it understands that?” Alina asked.

“It’s why we chose Sturmhond,” Tolya answered, taking a seat on a barrel.

Tamar chimed in. “He understands.” Then, she looked at Irina, with a grateful smile. “They both do.”

The girl winked at her friend, inviting herself to sit on Tolya’s leg, fully knowing he could support her weight as she watched them play their card game.

It wasn’t long until Alina noticed Tamar’s amplifier, right behind her left ear. “Is that a shark’s tooth? You’re Grisha?” Tamar met her eyes, with a certain spark in her gaze. “Um, what order?”

She shared a look with her brother. “Uh, Tolya and I don’t really do that, but if we were in Ravka, we’d be Heartrenders,” she explained, while Tolya simply kept eating, sometimes even sharing some of the food with Irina, who remained silent. “But I have this so, it’s a win for me,” Tamar kept looking at her brother with a smirk.

It was still a touchy subject for the giant. “If only I’d been thirty seconds faster…”

“Story of your life, little brother.”

Irina shrugged, patting Tolya on the shoulder. “Younger siblings unite.”

Alina chuckled.

Tolya got her attention. “We’ve been told you’re looking for an amplifier yourself.”

Irina added. “The Sea Whip.”

“Is it true?”

Alina didn’t answer, but merely nodded, taking a deep breath.

“Possessing two amplifiers… it breaks all the rules,” Ngarra, the crew’s most proficient Durast, who had been sitting next to Alina, finally spoke.

“Says the Durast who’ll be fusing the amplifier, if we find it,” Tolya made his sister chuckle.

“So I have a vested interest in your plan. But I don’t want to die in the process,” Ngarra added.

Alina laughed softly, yet with certain doubt in her voice. “Trust me, I don’t want to die either.” She looked at Tamar, eyeing her amplifier for a brief second. “Um, when you fused your amplifier, did it show you its last moments?”

Tamar nodded. “Tolya swimming up as I took its life.”

Irina shuddered slightly at the memory of the big white shark, and how close she had felt to dying when she saw the great creature swimming at a dangerous speed to them. The vessel they had boarded had tipped over in the strong tempest, and both crews were swimming towards the whaler they called home in the rain when one of the Tidemakers saw the big animal not far away from where they all swam. Irina had been unwillingly rushed through the water by Greyven on Sturmhond’s orders, and all that was left to do was see how Tamar threw herself at the beast in front of her brother. It seemed ages ago, yet Irina sometimes still felt the tilting of the vessel, and the cold splash of the True Sea deep in her bones. 

Ngarra asked. “What did the Stag show you?”

Alina sighed. “The last thing it saw was me, reaching for its muzzle. Like it always should have been. Because… I’d always dreamt about it,” her gaze got darker. “But now I’m dreaming about the Sea Whip, and the Firebird, too.”

“You think the three are connected?” Irina asked, re-adjusting her position on Tolya’s leg.

The Sun Summoner struggled for words. “I think… I think they are to be connected… through me. So I can then destroy the Fold,” she shook her head. “But I can’t be sure unless I try. Unless we try.” 

“It’s uncharted territory,” Ngarra argued, but she also felt the promise of adventure.

Tamar shrugged. “What are we, if not experts in uncharted waters?” She dropped her cards on the table again. “Who’s ready to test their mettle?”

–·–

“Stop with the flirting,” Irina told her brother.

“I’m not flirting,” Sturmhond defended himself.

“You so are! I thought you were a lot more intelligent to know she’s already spoken for,” she frowned, talking in quiet voices so the Sun Summoner wouldn’t hear them.

“I’ve called everybody ‘sunshine’ at least once before,” he said, pulling his sleeves up as they made their way to the war room, just below the main deck. “I’m not gonna stop now just because she is a Saint.”

Irina shook her head as she took her place to his right, impatiently waiting for the crew to begin their council. “I know what you’re planning. And I hate it.”

“You’re gonna have to trust me on this one.”

“She’ll hate you when she finds out, too.”

“That’s why you’re not coming.”

“What?”

“I need you on the ship.”

“You need me out there, Sturmhond.”

“Should anything happen to the captain, the second-in-command steps in.”

“Nothing’s gonna happen to you. Or me.”

“You’re right. Because you’re staying.”

“You know fire comes in really handy sometimes.”

“We got the Sun Summoner.”

“Ouch.”

“You two are literal children,” Tamar groaned, flanking the Sun Summoner. 

Tolya stood on the other side, in front of the royal siblings and next to his sister. When everybody took their place around the wooden table, Sturmhond began his speech, ignoring his sister’s glare. Whether he liked it or not, she was coming.

“Thanks to navigation from our Summoner’s tracker friend here,” he eyed Mal, who, again, rolled his eyes, “we’ve traversed the Bone Road to the island of Jelka.” 

A sailor threw a small pouch to Tolya, who caught it in his hands. Tamar stared at him questioningly, looking at the brown fabric trying to catch a glimpse. Even Irina stopped paying attention momentarily as she frowned, seeing the giant open the pouch and start nibbling at whatever the sailor had fired at him so he could eat.

“As for the Sea Whip, we have some storybook drawings, no telling what it really looks like.” Sturmhond walked back to the only wall that was covered by a black curtain, and gripped the small rope that opened it. “Rule of thumb for the unknown, come prepared!”

The Volkvolny’s wall of weapons was visible to the newcomers, both of them gasping at the big number of armaments that Sturmhond kept partially hidden.

Mal stepped closer, not wanting to let his amazement show to the sea prince. “Are all pirates this well-armed?”

“Privateer,” Sturmhond complained.

“I don’t know the difference.”

Sturmhond walked to him. “The difference is, I have a license. And a healthy love for innovation: gadgets, marvels, things that go boom...”

“Especially things that go boom,” Irina mentioned, making her brother smirk.

“Anything pique your interest?” 

“Yeah,” Mal swallowed. 

Sturmhond grinned. “Well, take it, for our excursion.” Mal took the harpoon, a special design Sturmhond had taken years to perfect. “Fabulous choice. You have excellent taste in weaponry, Mal. The cable’s Fabrikator-made. Tensile strength of 80,000. Yield, 50.”

“Impossible,” Mal wondered, although he was starting to believe that very few things were impossible for the privateer.

“When people say ‘impossible,’ they usually mean ‘improbable.’”

Mal laughed. “Not me. It’s incredible.”

“I designed it myself. In fact, my inventions are all around you,” he whispered his next words. “You just have to know where to look.”

Sturmhond addressed the crew once again. “So, we’ll go in quietly, on Miss Starkov’s orders, to injure it for your death blow.”

Alina interjected. “I’m not killing it.” 

That made the room silent. 

Irina then intervened, her voice calm yet defiant, just like her brother had taught her. “You have to kill it, to claim its power. That’s how amplifiers work.” She spoke from experience, of course. The wolf’s fang she wore as a necklace and kept hidden with her clothes, unlike her friends, wasn’t completely fused to her body, but still allowed her to amplify her own powers at her will. She had never taken it off, and always thought she never would.

Alina shook her head. “It wasn’t with the Stag. I think I can do it without killing it.”

Sturmhond chuckled. “As… As lovely as that sounds, I’m not sending my crew in to tame a mythical beast with nets and good intentions.”

The Sun Summoner didn’t back down. “This is the job you were hired for, privateer. We capture it. Alive.”

Nobody had time to add anything else before Greyven called Sturmhond’s attention. “Captain! We’ve reached the island.”

Irina smirked, her blood buzzing in her ears as fire burned in her veins. “Let’s go.”

When she passed next to Tolya, he took her hand in his, dropping a couple of the seeds he had been eating into her palm. Without another word, the crew went up to the main deck, staring at the dark island looming in the distance, shadows and black clouds swirling around it, a silent warning to anyone who dared trespass its borders. Anyone who, unlike the crew on the Volkvolny, wasn’t stupid enough to get any closer.

“Well, that’s not foreboding.” 

A distant thunder crackled.

“Could be anywhere in there,” Tolya noted.

“We enter through that one,” Mal decided, pointing at an opening that quite frankly looked even worse than the island itself, making Tamar frown.

“You sure?”

“There’s a frequency. I’ve heard it before. It’s in there.”

The royal siblings shared a worried look, but Sturmhond quickly made the call.

“You heard him. We’re going ashore!”

–·–

The tunnel was dark, wet, and unforgiving. The entrance was the only beacon of light in the narrow passage, but as soon as the crew walked into the lion’s den, the darkness engulfed them, as if it was the only one living there. Just a small party had been chosen to look for the Sea Whip, and much to her brother’s protest, Irina had been the first to volunteer. She now silently walked after her brother, who shone a weak light that had nothing to do with the endless pit of obscurity that lay before them. Greyven, their trusted Tidemaker, walked after them. Tolya and Tamar followed, with the Sun Summoner and Mal at the back, the party finishing with two other sailors.

Sturmhond quickly loaded his gun as soon as he heard the still water move unrhythmically, distant and different from the steps of his crew.

“That could be it.” He didn’t move his eyes from the front but addressed the Tidemaker. “Greyven, tell me. Anything in the water?”

Greyven searched, sending small yet powerful waves around him, his Grisha powers doing the rest for him as he tested the waters, looking for the possible bane of their existence. 

“There are holes in the cave floor.” Everyone instinctively looked down, suddenly weary, not trusting their feet anymore. “So be careful where you step. Otherwise no.”

Mal frowned. “No, you can’t tell, or no, there’s nothing in there?”

“Whichever makes you feel more comfortable,” Tolya cocked his head to the side, continuing his walk.

Tamar followed, twisting her axe once again. “Comfort’s overrated.”

Irina grunted, hating the way the water clung to her feet. “Of course you’d say that.”

They all managed to take two more steps when a deep and chilling noise alerted them. They ducked, their hands and weapons ready, but nothing met them halfway. The gurgling continued, low and menacing, regardless, making the sailors confused. Nobody dared speak as they looked around, both relying on each other for comfort and checking each other’s blind spots, but no light could prevent them from following blindly into danger.

Disaster happened quickly. One of the sailors suddenly disappeared before everyone’s eyes, a somber and horrifying creature yanking him up from his back and pulling him away from the group through one of the dark holes in the ceiling, and the chaos began. Everybody started firing at the creature, following the noise of its cries while they all screamed in fear, the darkness seemingly getting worse.

“Drop the nets! Aim to kill!” Sturmhond called, breaking his promise to the Sun Summoner as soon as he lost a member of his crew.

“No! Don’t!” Alina pleaded, but Sturmhond’s order had already been called, and the situation was too dire for them to show mercy. 

Irina had her revolvers ready, preferring the quickness of the explosion to her own summoning, unconsciously mirroring her brother’s stance as they stood back to back, looking around, trying to catch the next glimpse of the Sea Whip.

“I couldn’t see it. It’s toying with us,” Sturmhond panted, completely wet. His gun was pointed at nothing, but not once he blinked or staggered. “Conserve your ammo, or we’ll be dry by the time we need it.” 

A couple of moments of silence were followed by another loud scream, both siblings yelping when the sailor guarding their backs disappeared as well, his terrified face being the last thing anyone saw as he was dragged underwater. Tamar searched the passage for him, trying to feel his heart, but the look on her face made everybody know that another one of their party was gone for good.

Irina’s heart drummed loud in her ears, and if she had been paying a little more attention despite the situation at hand, she would have noticed Tolya’s left hand, the one who wasn’t grabbing his sword, extended towards her, calming her clock down just a tad, enough to allow the girl to think a little bit clearer.

Another distant noise echoed in the tunnel.

“It can camouflage,” Sturmhond’s voice, though low, reverberated in the cavern.

Mal saw it first. Before the creature growled and threw itself at Alina, he was already pushing the two of them away from its path. The creature dipped and threw Sturmhond down as it ran away from the group, and the prince quickly stood back up, secretly hating the cold that was now seeping into his beloved blue jacket. He looked wildly around him. Nobody knew where the creature would be coming from next, and that fear only grew stronger with every passing second.

“It sounds like it’s everywhere,” Sturmhond noted.

That seemed to call it again. The Sea Whip appeared right in front of Alina, glaring at her for a second before throwing itself at the group. Tolya and Tamar tried slashing the creature, but with sheer strength they were pushed away, unscathed. Irina and Mal weren’t that lucky. The creature slammed the girl into the wall as it went for Mal, knocking her unconscious. While she slowly drowned, the Sea Whip had its mouth on Mal’s crossbow, even sinking its teeth into his flesh as Mal fought it off. Alina didn’t hesitate to put it down, sending a powerful beam of light its way, effectively killing the creature, and leaving it unmoving on the water, with its mouth wide in pain and shock.

Nobody spoke. They panted, staring at the sinking creature before them, a group realization that they had somehow finished their mission, only somewhat differently than what they had originally expected.

Sturmhond walked forward, touching it. “It’s dead.”

Alina sighed, defeated, and they would have remained silent if the sudden light beam that filtered through the entrance of the cavern hadn’t shone on the water to reveal a light stream of blood coming from the side of the wall, where a gap stood where another Grisha should have been.

Sturmhond frowned, suddenly desperate, with his heart almost echoing off the walls. “Ainthe?”

–·–

Irina woke up to a pounding in her head. She groaned, bringing her hand to her head, trying to locate the source of the pain. It wasn’t uncommon for the girl to wake up to headaches, especially after wild nights on kvas, but her body still felt cold, and shivers seemed to haunt her despite her many layers.

“Easy there, you took a big hit,” she recognized her brother’s voice. 

When she finally opened her eyes, she was lying in her bed at the captain’s cabin, with her brother sitting down next to her, and Tolya and Tamar standing by the end of the bed, looking at her expectantly. 

“At least I didn’t have to walk back all the way to the ship,” the girl grinned, feeling the pain slowly fade as she sat up. Her brother helped her, and although the wrinkles in his forehead let her know he was worried, his eyes sparked with humor.

“Tamar did a good job patching you up on Jelka, but don’t worry, the Healer came and did the rest,” Tolya spoke with a soft voice, which anyone who hadn’t known him previously would think it’d belong to someone else. 

“Thank the Saints,” Irina joked, already putting one leg on the floor.

“Hey!” Tamar pretended to glare at the girl, but emotion got the best of the Heartrender, and she quickly threw her arms around the princess, hugging her tightly. “I’m glad you’re okay.”

Irina closed her eyes, taking in the smell of seawater off her. “Me too.”

“We got the fetters,” Sturmhond reminded them when they pulled away. “We should start.”

“Why the rush?”

Sturmhond stopped, looking back at her with a look she couldn’t quite decipher. The Heartrenders left the room, sensing the captain’s discomfort.

“My sister almost drowned because of a couple of scales from a mythological creature that shouldn’t have existed in the first place. I want them gone as soon as possible.”

Irina stared at him, finally understanding the situation. “Nikolai—“ she began, but he cut her off.

“That’s why I didn’t want you to come,” he spoke. “Every time you’re not in my sight I feel like you won’t ever be there anymore. It’s my responsibility to take care of you, Irina.”

She shook her head. “I’ve never been your responsibility, Nikolai. I made a conscious decision to follow you to the end of the world.”

“Whether you want it or not, you’re part of Ravka too. Should anything happen to me, or Vasily…”

“Don’t.”

“Irina.”

“I don’t care. I came here to live. For freedom. And sometimes we gotta fight for it. And that’s okay.”

Sturmhond sighed in frustration. “You could’ve died, for Saints’ sake! Don’t you realize that? Why are you so calm about this?”

She shrugged. “Because you were there. And Tolya, and Tamar. And a fucking Saint. I always know you will protect me, Nikolai. I’m not scared.”

He stopped, looking at his younger sister with a new profound admiration. “And what if I’m not able to protect you?”

“Then I’ll protect you.”

She sent a spark to one of the candles that had gone off a few minutes before, making Sturmhond stare at the flame dancing in her fingers.

“Sometimes I forget you’re the most powerful of the two of us,” he said rather defeated, but still managed to put a smile on his face.

Irina smiled. “That’s okay. I’ll remind you of it.”

He chuckled lightly, welcoming the heat that warmed his heart at the sight of his sister, alive, well, and joking, even if she had literal fire coming from her fingers.

“Let’s get this over with.”

“Lead the way, then.”

–·–

“We hold ourselves bound to this mission. To ensure that our fallen crew did not die in vain. And we honor the ultimate sacrifice that they made in our quest to find the Sea Whip. Let us bow our heads for the crew lost today. Let the sea carry them to a safe harbor, and may the Saints receive them on a brighter shore,” Sturmhond recited, a bit too accustomed to the speech to his liking.

“May the Saints receive them.”

Tolya and Tamar left the Sea Whip’s scales at the small barrel before them, and Irina discreetly sent a spark up, her own memorial to her fallen crew. The full moon was high up in the night sky, allowing the ship to sail peacefully. The candles had been extinct, and only the moonlight provided any sort of light to the moving waters.

“Alina, we’re ready,” Sturmhond called the Sun Summoner.

Irina and Sturmhond walked away from the center of the deck, standing on opposite sides as they looked at Alina, who took Sturmhond’s previous position. The girl was still wearing Irina’s clothes, kindly lent to her to fight the Sea Whip, and Irina couldn’t help but notice how the other summoner managed to wear them better than she did. She felt another pang in her chest at the thought but discarded it altogether. It was show time.

Ngarra took Alina’s hands and carefully embedded the two fetters into her wrist. Quickly, power flowed through her, and in an effortless display, Alina allowed the light to breeze and dance around her. 

Everyone at the Volkvolny and a ten-mile radius could feel the power coming from the summoner. Warmth seeped into their bodies, melting their doubts away and igniting the privilege of hope. Despite the brief jealousy, Irina felt it too. They had a chance to win over Ravka, thanks to the girl who now seemed a bit too lost in her own strength. 

Mal called out to her when the brightness became too much. Irina closed her eyes, turning her face to the other side, the heat in her face suddenly too intense to be deemed pleasant. But Malyen Oretsev didn’t back down and eventually pulled Alina away from her trance with a hug, which she quickly returned before they both seared their fates with a kiss. Irina chuckled slightly and diverted her gaze to give the couple some privacy, even though the entire ship was staring at them. 

The fire in her veins was calling out to her, wishing to unfold just like Alina had done with hers, but Irina kept it contained. She knew she would eventually burn something down the longer she spent without utilizing her capabilities, but she still remained hidden, especially now in front of a Saint. After the day's events, after Tamar’s intervention, Greyven’s usefulness, the Healer’s help, Ngarra’s fusion, and Alina’s display, Irina felt like an Inferni suddenly didn’t make any sense on a ship. Instinctively, she looked back, searching for Tolya’s gaze, but for the first time, he wasn’t looking at her. Tolya was looking at the Saint with the same spark in his eyes Irina had convinced herself at some point was only reserved for her. And the sudden lack of attention she wore like a failure.

Sturmhond cleared his throat to catch everyone’s attention once Alina and Mal were done.

“Well, then. Where to now, Summoner?”

Irina swallowed the lump in her throat and forced herself to look back at the couple.

Alina nodded as she only looked at Mal. “East Ravka. Then, the Fold.”

Next chapter

[whispence]

show your ocs :3

alrighty then, here we go

they’re mostly quite strange since idk shit about character design, be warned

i only had time to draw a few of my creatures so many are missing 😔

there are quite a few and a there’s an UNGODLY amount of yapping underneath so uhhh

first up is (unless i can find a better name) ispen, who actually used to be my old sona, hence the name

basically their whole thing is being a ghost companion thing who just wants to help but usually fucks up instead. they’re also very shy and scared of everything and almost always hides behind the mask (as shown in the first pic) as a comfort thing. they only take the mask off when they feel comfortable and like they don’t need it, but usually keeps it on their head just in case.

the current design likely isn’t final as i’m still trying to figure out wtf their face is meant to be and other things but it’s staying for now.

(man i sure do wonder who this is based on)

next up is jackie, my personal favourite in terms of design

she’s literally just a ghost pumpkin who is a bitch to everyone

i love ghost pumpkins (which are literally just white pumpkins) and i also love ghosts, so i thought it’d be fun to make a literal “ghost” pumpkin

she’s remained practically unchanged and funnily enough came about because i was making a drawing of some kinda night parade of spooky creatures and i needed another creature at the back because it was looking kind of empty and just kinda added her in the back without thinking 😭. there was no thought behind her design whatsoever. literally all that had changed since then is the colour scheme and the nose shape

this one is just fai. i hate them because they’re just impossible to draw right without looking like absolute nightmare fuel 😭

why are they holding a doughnut? i have no idea, it just felt right.

i know this one’s slightly on the more uninspired side but tbh i just thought it’d be funny to have this stupid annoying ghost child and so this gremlin was born

i don’t even remember anything else about how they came about tbh, as far as i can remember they just appeared in my sketchbook one day and then just became a recurring character for no reason lmao

can you tell i like ghosts?

so yeah, this is naira, my silly fruit bat <3

she is pretty much just there, doesn’t talk to anyone, and stays in the corner 24/7

she’s kinda meant to give “older cousin that was forced to hang out with the younger cousins but really doesn’t want to” vibes

idk, it’s kinda hard to explain

okay so THIS guy is the BANE of my existence because i love skeletons and really wanted a skeleton character but cannot draw skeletons for the LIFE of me and so i have only drawn him like thrice??

i was gonna do a full body but nah fuck that he already looks wonky enough 💀

ANYWAY i almost forgot to introduce him: this is skelegy and he’s a skeleton butler guy who inhabits an abandoned house called the nightshade abode, which hasn’t been lived in for years, but he refuses to leave, still keeping the place functional and homey. well, as homey as a house that’s haunted by a skeleton can be, anyway.

he pretty much just uses it as a shelter for anyone who has lost their way and lets them stay in it, and takes care of them for as long as they’re there

he’s overall just a kinda sweet guy who wants people to care for and a house to keep, but people are usually repelled by his face

i literally cannot come up with a name for this guy. none of the ones i’ve come up with suit him, so i’ll just call him kai-masu for now because why not he’s a shopkeeper

you ever just make a character and say “screw design conventions, i’m going to make the most ridiculous design for a character possible”?

yeah, that’s kinda what i did here.

i kid you not, he was made when i had the symmetry tool on, and accidentally swiped my pen across the screen, and it made a weird shape and i thought “yeah, i can work with that” and then just kept adding onto it until it was a full on character

he has quite a lot of “lore” but icba to write it all here this post is long enough, so put simply, he runs a shop but instead of paying him in money, you pay him in souls. and he eats them. i mean, if i’m gonna make a character with such a weird design OFC i gotta give them weird lore

he’s so ugly i love him 🥹

okay so i wasn’t gonna include her because my back was breaking by the end of this but i had this (albeit crudely drawn and not entirely accurate) picture of her laying around so why not

so yeah, this is ashley. she basically just follows that trope of “kid who just happened to be in the right place at the right time starts seeing ghosts/monsters/whatevers and making friends with them.” yes i’ve seen this in like 3/4 different franchises and i do not care because it’s my favourite trope ever.

without spoiling too much, she comes across a strange charm that made her start seeing the unseen. unknown to her when she first picked it up, it holds a lot more than it seems.

she’s the main character of that comic that i was meant to start posting in APRIL but other things kept popping up and i just forgot to, so you never know, i might just stop stalling and start posting it sometime soon. no guarantees though, the smallest inconsistencies drive me wild and i would not survive if even the smallest thing was wrong after i posted it :P

holy fuck what a yapstorm 💀

[im-an-insane-man-lover]

Okay this is really long and absolute yappery just. I NEED to shove this out somewhere besides with my pookie

So I think like a few people know who Alexi is??? Right, my silly until dawn oc. Him and Mack (or Moose) are me and my friends silly ud ocs right

I'm focusing more on these sillies than Alexi IN ud so I'm yapping about them !!! Because they're so silly

To the 3 people (pookie and like. Idk other goobers) who might read this tell me if you want more yapping of them because they're infecting my brain rn and I want me and pookie to yap more

ALSO INCLUDING SOME DOODLES AND DRAWING BY POOKIE!!! @roverthegoober

GOLLY I love these guys..... a LARGE portion is just like angst or the aftermath of the ud events

Two goobers meeting in early middle school only over the fact Alexi was asking him for help on work and after that he kept bothering him. Not even for help, asking random questions, and trying to know him better.

Alexi having Mack over for a movie night, and he's either forcing him to watch some sad rom-com or all of The Thing movies and explaining the comics and lore, pointing out small details and references in or related to The Thing (its his favorite horror series? I think it counts as a series right)

Like after the events of ud (saying everyone lives ending), they're both screwed up, but Mack had suffered from tbi (traumatic brain injury). Alexi is also suffering, obviously. Half his face is still messed up, his arm and hand are, but he doesn't have severe head injury (facial yeah, but erm... not head or brain, yknow)

Alexi isn't making any efforts to talk to anyone else (the group, not REALLY his family except if it's his brother, which is unlikely), but he's talking to Mack. Only talking to Mack, even if they're both struggling and trying to recover, he's literally worried sick about him and not metaphorically (because his anxiety is increased tenfold now)

Depending on how severe the tbi is, Mack COULD have memory issues with recalling what went on that night and everything that happened (long-term memory loss, he'd also struggle to remember how to do this or that and what this is etc). So Alexi is just dumbfounded.

Alexi can remember everything perfectly fine, and he just can't grasp that the person closest to him can't?? He can't go to Mack for any questions on what happened, how he got injured (at least for the injuries he wasn't present for, or Mack already told him after) and he can't go to him for any reassurance and comfort.

He's just in shock because he is ABSOLUTELY NOT going to confide in someone else, like family or a friend, because you have to be so insanely close to this guy for him to trust you to that extent.

So, over the years, he's sticking with Mack since he still remembers him, but not completely. He can't recall facts about him or moments that happened between them, and its not completely Mack.

ANYWAYS, IM GONNA LEAVE THAT THERE BC I DONT WANNA YAP ABOUT SAD SHIT ALL IN THIS POST

Don't come after me for anything that's not super medically accurate. Im not a doctor or anything. im just spit balling to get an idea out. Like Mack would probably have different symptoms and stuff, but this is just for silly fun for our ocs and I just wanna be silly 😞😞 this is literally just for fun so don't come at me with a pitchfork and mob

More art giggles

I love these guys I need them dead

Alexi was almost a theater kid, but he was too scared to because of his anxiety, but he still really wanted to try singing (he wasn't exactly too big on the dancing portion). He only did a few times at his house in his room, but his mom caught on and offered to get him a personal vocal coach (or trainer, idk the exact title).

So he CAN sing somewhat, but it's been a bit since he has, and he definitely isn't telling that to just anyone. Mack only found this out when they jokingly had a karaoke night, and Alexi didn't suck at singing

Also, if anybody is confused about why he has red hair, sometimes it's because his natural hair color is red, but he dyes it black. His older brother has black hair, and he was really close with him, and so around the start of high school, he started to dye it a bit to try it, and eventually he just ended up doing it completely and making it a routine.

Mack helps him dye it sometimes, but that's not often since he isn't the super best at it..... helps with getting Alexi what he needs mainly

OKAY THATS ALLLL !!!!! IM GONNA try to finish drawing Mack and Alexi as Paul and Sam from TGWDLM and sleep...

[iwanttoleavethisblankbuticant]

little fanfic of Remi cause I’m obsessed.

Remi is @aller-geez’s character and Levi is @thekinkyleopard’s character. (I think. There’s a chance that’s flipped. Idk cause my brain is mush rn). I do not own any character’s mentioned in this fic, they are not my oc’s. This fic is based of this post from @aller-geez here (idk if this link works or not. It should bring you to her POV post but it might just bring you to her profile. I’m to tired to mess with it tbh.)

TW: illness, male x male, sneezes (barely any. There’s like three. My brain is really not cooperating), swearing? I honestly don’t remember but there probably is, and there is slight amounts of mess but not anything excessive.

anyway I hope this turned out alright. I’m not the best at writing but I’m trying lol.

fic after the cut:

The whole gang had decided to go on a trip to… well there wasn’t really a destination. They were all just going. It was truly mostly Levi’s idea. And with Levi so hyped for it, Remi just couldn’t say no to his kitten. So, somewhat begrudgingly, Remi went along with his mate’s and his mate’s friend’s idea of a group road-trip, despite the fact that Remi could feel sickness building in his sinuses. 

That speeds us up to now, where Remi sat on his hotel bed next to his beloved mate who was fast asleep as he had driven the group down here through the night. Remi look at Levi as he slept peacefully and juggled with the idea of waking him and asking him to go to the store and pick up some things to help his steadily declining condition. But as he saw his kitten getting his first traces of desperately needed sleep, he couldn’t bring himself to wake Levi. So with a sigh that sounded so scratchy that it was no longer recognizable as a sigh, Remi rose and slipped out of his hotel room and walked down the hall to your room. He went to you for many reasons: he could somewhat tolerate your existence (to an extent), you had a room to yourself so that would minimize the amount of people who got to see him vulnerable, your room was far away from Al’s so he didn’t risk that perverted bastard getting off to his misery, and you suffered from allergies so you were likely to have desperately needed tissues. 

The more he walks to your room, the more he wishes he had woken Levi. But he’s pretty much sealed his fate at this point. He knows he looks like shit, eye bags dark swollen and tinged red near the eye and bruise purple near his cheek, his skin paler then normal, sweat on his brow causing his baby hairs to cling to his clammy forehead. But worst of all, in his opinion, was the terrible unceasing itch in his sinuses. It caused him to hitch and hitch but it refused to manifest into an actual sneeze yet also refused to stop plaguing him. Plus it caused his nose to run like a faucet, and with no tissues in sight he kept having to wipe his runny appendage on the collar or sleeve of his shirt. 

Soon he finds himself at your door, he didn’t quite know how long he’d been standing there since he zoned out thinking about how utterly ridiculous this is going to be. Just walking up to someone he only knows through his boyfriend hotel door and begging for tissues after practically ignoring this individual’s existence up until now. But with an aggravated sigh Remi knocks on your door. 

Remi is surprised when the door swings open almost immediately but he quickly looks off to the side and forces his expression to be neutral. 

"Aye. You got any tissues?" Remi asks, trying to ignore the tickle in the back of his nose

"Levi’s asleep" Remi adds, feeling the need to explain further when met with silence. Though the statement doesn’t do much to explain with no context. But it makes sense in Remi’s fever clouded brain

"Ooookayy?" You mumble, opening your door more for Remi to come in. 

Remi shakes his head no as you motion for him to come in.

"Nah, just hiiiheh’… just give me some tissues and I’ll be on my way. I’m not here for chit chat" Remi says, stoping just before say ‘I’m not here for chit chat with a stranger’. He didn’t figure calling someone he technically knew of as a stranger would help him get tissues any faster. And he definitely needed tissues and soon because that little tickle in the back of his sinuses had decided that now, in front of someone he wasn’t the most fond of, he really needed to sneeze. And he could feel the amount of mucus in his sinuses and he didn’t want to be caught with no tissues when this tickle turned into a sneeze.

You cock an eyebrow as his breath hitches mid sentence but you can piece together why he’s in such a rush to get tissues as his breath hitches and his nose leaks. So you trudge into you hotel room, grab the whole box of tissues, and press them to Remi’s chest.

"Here, take care." You say, then you shut your door, sensing he wants to go back to his hotel room as quickly as possible so he can curl up next to his mate. 

As the tissues are pressed into his grasp and you promptly leave, Remi realizes that maybe your not that bad. You either A: picked up on the fact he did not want to be here, or B: you didn’t want him here to begin with. But something told Remi that it wasn’t the last option. 

So with a faint, unseen smile, Remi turns to walk back to his own temporary quarters. But immediately that itchy tickle in the back of his sinuses reared it’s head. 

His nose flairs as he fumbles to grab a tissue. Then he manages to his his fingers around it just as his brows furrow together. Then with one more breathy inhale, Remi buries his abused nose into the tissue and pitches forward with three large sneezes that make his head spin.

"Hii’ Hetchuu’iew! Hitttchiiew! Hetsheew! Snerrf!" 

From inside your hotel room your could hear Remi’s wet, desperate, and sickly sneezes. The walls were thin so you said a quick "bless you" that Remi was able to hear through the walls. 

Remi blushes slightly out of embarrassment, adding to his feverish flush. Then he makes a mental note to tell Levi of his encounter with you. With that, and a box of tissues, Remi retreats to his mate, cuddling up to him as soon as he can slip under the covers beside him.

[icey--stars]

Stories To Be Told: PART 29

Series Index

A shadowsinger, a warrior, an Illyrian, that's what she was. Trained by one of the most formidable female warriors. Escaped the Illyrian camps and her clipping when she was barely sixteen and is now the holder of 6 siphons. What happens when she tries to sneak into the City of Starlight? And starts down a whole new road of chaos?

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a/n: warning for like… extremely fluffy things. is that a warning? idk. but like… the author, me, squealed while writing this part. this was combined with the epilogue i planned since it was too short. so that huge time skip? yeah.

BUT, since this is the last chapter… I want to thank everyone who came around while writing this series. Thank you all for your support, whether you were commenting, reblogging or just liking- it means a ton. This story wasn’t originally going to be posted online. It was a rewrite based off of a 115k word fic I wrote. well… not really. That one had extreme inconsistencies, and very limited character development. It was set post-acomaf, where all canon plot ended basically. I much prefer this post-acosf version. 

I'm always very nervous posting online, so getting all the support I got for stbt? It means the world to me. I can’t express how much all the support just made my day. Thank you readers, from the bottom of my heart.

After this, I’ll try to work on either a new series, or some oneshots, but I beg of you, please send requests. I am incapable of coming up with ideas to post 😂 (okay, im not, but it helps)

If you have read all that, here’s a little vote for a new series: Azris fic (or another rare pair/crackship)? or new x Reader/OC fic (probably eris)? Something else? Not guaranteeing I’ll write any of them, but just to gauge what ya’ll might like to see

Now… onto the last chapter of Stories To Be Told :)

WARNING: mentions of nsfw things.

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Azriel and I didn’t come to training the day after either, both of us waking up way too late to even dare try and go. They’d probably be doing the final stretching before we’d even be ready. So we settled for a slow morning, memorizing each other’s lips.

We had, however, arrived for lunch. Nobody had said anything, but I could tell what they were all thinking. We had taken a bath before we left the room, but I knew that the bond could probably be scented quite easily now.

That afternoon, Azriel had to do some paperwork, but I relaxed with him, reading a book, surrounded by his scent. A note arrived sometime.

Family dinner tonight at the River House. See you both there.

Azriel scoffed. I lifted a brow at him in question. “Rhys,” he explained, “wants us to attend a family dinner. Clearly, Cassian told him something, because he said ‘See you both there’ like he knows.”

I chuckled a little. “Does he need to pay for traumatizing you too, my love?”

“By the Cauldron, yes. Him and Feyre, I swear. I have just been suffering. The only thing that did go right was that Cassian was the one brawling with Rhys after their bond. I was saved from some bruises.”

“Oh,” I paused. “I forgot about that part. And they what?!”

“Which part?”

“The part about bonds where the males get really… protective.”

Azriel snorted. “I’ll try my best at this dinner, angel, but do offer me some leniency.”

“As long as you offer me the same leniency, because I am one hundred percent laughing my ass off if you growl at Rhys."

He rolled his eyes. “I won’t growl at him-”

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Azriel growled deeply as we walked into the dining room. Rhys’s eyes had been up and looking for us, latching onto me, since I’d been the first to enter.

I snorted, and patted Azriel’s shoulder.

Rhys tipped his head back and laughed. “Alright, Cass, you win,” he chuckled. “You were right about Az being a possessive type.” A gold mark was thrown in the direction of the general, who quickly pocketed it.

I huffed out a breath in amusement and spotted Mor looking quite confused. Oh, this was my chance!

I left Azriel’s side, even as he glared daggers at Cassian, who was sitting near Mor. Mor’s eyes did indeed practically pop out of her skull when I came near enough.

“YOU’RE MATES?!” She squealed.

My face widened into a grin and I nodded.

She let out another happy squealing noise, throwing her arms around me. Azriel growled again and I laughed, backing up a step so that Mor was forced to let me go. She was smiling at me. “Oh! I’m so happy for you!” She squealed again suddenly, startling me slightly. “Welcome to the family!” She said quickly. “I was first!”

I turned my face again slightly in a useless effort to hide my huge smile from those words. Azriel curled a hand around my waist. “This is your family now,” he whispered.

I lifted a hand to rub my smile away, but it didn’t work. So I turned to behold my new family.

Rhys was grinning, with Feyre looking at me warmly. Nyx was obviously happy. “Does that mean I have a new aunt?” He asked Rhys.

“I suppose so,” Rhys chuckled. “But ask Y/N.”

I bit my lip. There was so much joy coming from me right now. Nyx turned to me expectantly.

“If you want me to be…” I replied. “You can call me aunt.”

“Yes!” Nyx threw up a fist in victory. “Auntie Y/N! Now you have to help me steal all the chocolate dad hides in the pantry.”

I snorted in amusement, giggling softly. “Alright Nyx.”

“Don’t conspire in front of me!” Rhys exclaimed.

“Did we just conspire?” I asked Nyx. He shook his head, smiling wide. “See Rhys?” I turned to face the High Lord. “We didn’t conspire anything. You must be hearing things.”

“Welcome to the family,” Cassian hummed, arm thrown over Nesta’s shoulder who sat beside him. “I would come over there and bowl you to the ground in a hug, but you have a possessive shadow death monster attached to you.”

That broke the last of the restraint I had on my laughter. I wheezed loudly, knees going weak from the force of it. My chest heaved as I tried to catch my breath, but almost everyone had joined in. Even Az. Nesta stood and came over. Azriel almost growled a warning, but I slapped his shoulder, stepping out from his grip to hug my sister. My first family here.

There weren’t any words shared between us, but as Nes pulled away, she gave me a soft look that said everything.

Amren gave me a little dip of her head, and I deduced that was likely all I was going to get from her. Lucien and Elain, two people who’d I mostly forgotten about, also gave me slight smiles. They seemed… close, but also not as close as any of the mated couples in the room.

I sat beside Azriel at the table, and ate with my new family.

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Later in the night, when mostly everyone had gone home, Azriel asked me the question.

“I know I’m traditionally meant to kneel down before you,” he began. “But I haven’t had the chance to buy a ring yet, so I’ll do that a bit later since I’m impatient. Would you marry me Y/N?”

I squealed immediately, turning so that I was sitting in his lap and wrapping my arms around his neck. “Yes!” I said loudly, drawing the attention of the remaining people in the room. Rhys, Feyre, Nyx, Cassian, and Nesta.

I kissed him swiftly, which probably gave the others enough of a guess of what had just transpired.

“We are having a wedding,” I told him. “Family only.”

Azriel grinned. “Whatever you want, angel.”

“AUNTIE Y/N!” Nyx exclaimed loudly, like it was a celebration.

I turned, grinning widely. “Officially,” I agreed.

Rhys smiled, his teeth showing. “Congratulations,” he said.

Feyre scoffed. “You’re so dull Rhys,” she admonished, bursting from her seat to wrap me in a hug. “Congratulations. Welcome to the family.”

“I was just trying not to get attacked!” Rhys protested. “Azzie is terrifying.”

I huffed in amusement. “Azzie?” I questioned, turning back to my mate with a smirk.

He snorted. “You are not calling me that,” he chuckled. “Rhys gets to do it only once a month.”

“Azzie…” I cooed, and paired the nickname with a scratch at his scalp. He seemed to be placated, but glared up at me petulantly.

“I’m getting bowled over,” someone said from behind me, and then wrapped two large muscled arms around my shoulders, lifting me up. I squealed at the movement, crushing my wings to my back. Cassian laughed as Azriel got to his feet immediately, eyes darting around like he was trying to deduce the easiest way to free me from Cassian, without hurting me.

I slapped Cassian’s arm. “You idiot!” I yelled happily as he only tightened his grip. “I yield!” I shouted. “I yield!”

Cassian squeezed even tighter for a moment before he let me down. I turned to him with a challenging grin.

“I have another sister,” he reasoned. “I had to make sure she knows I give good hugs.”

“You call that a hug?” I scoffed, grinning. “I prefer Az’s.”

There was a sound behind me that told me Az agreed with me. He took his seat again, the couch dipping.

“Well then,” Cassian said, voice challenging. “I guess I have to try again. Because I always give the best hugs-”

I dodged his next attempt, shooting out my foot as he took a step forward so that he tripped right onto the couch, face planting almost directly into Azriel’s lap. I was surprised when I felt a surge of possessiveness from myself at the sight of Cassian so close to my mate’s lap.

Cassian was laughing and sputtering as he stood back up. “I’m making you pay for that in training,” he growled.

Those words made a bolt of heat travel up my spine. Goddamn, had Azriel really ruined those words for me? Must have.

I tried to keep my scent in check as I coughed. “Sure you will,” I challenged. “I’ll win.”

“You can try,” Cassian scoffed. “I always win.”

“I’ll win because Nesta is on my side,” I chuckled, meeting Cassian’s mate’s eyes across the room, still sitting on the couch with a twinkle of amusement in her eyes.

Cassian turned with a look of betrayal on his face. “How dare you!” He accused dramatically.

I chuckled, and fell back onto the couch beside Azriel. “Love you,” I chuckled, kissing him gently.

His hand fell onto my thigh, just a little too high to be normal. “I felt that through the bond, you know,” he informed me as I pulled away.

I blushed. “Shut up,” I growled. “Or I’ll show them where you’re ticklish.”

He paused, narrowing his eyes. “You wouldn’t dare,” he said playfully.

“Oh I will,” I said.

Azriel trailed his hand up threateningly, and I basically leapt up on top of him, and went for the ticklish spot in his armpit. He wheezed, capturing the attention of everyone.

“That’s where you’re ticklish!?” Cassian exclaimed. “Damn it. I’m exploiting that.”

I grinned as Azriel’s eyes widened even as he struggled to get my hands away from his ticklish spot. “I’ll kill you,” Azriel managed through his laughter.

“Not intimidating,” Cassian chuckled. “You’ve used the line too much.”

I relented after a moment. Azriel heaved for breath, glaring at me. He leaned up to whisper in my ears.

“You’ll pay for that.”

I grinned. I planned on it.

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It was the Winter Solstice, and goddamn was it cold outside. I heard a shout as Rhys assumingly got pummeled by snowballs by Cassian. No surprise there. Cassian apparently had been “training” for the annual snowball fight my mate and his brother’s had every year. As I gathered up my own snowballs to launch my attack on Cassian, I smirked in the direction of Azriel’s snow fort.

We weren’t explicitly teaming per say, but we were acting as tentative allies. That little peace treaty would break as soon as Cassian began to complain about his toes freezing off.

Az had mentioned this tradition about a month ago, explaining Cassian’s training, and Rhys’s determination to beat him. Apparently, my mate was by far the most competitive for the fight. He’d won basically every fight leading up to this one. Rhys and Cass had quite a few wins, but Azriel? Azriel definitely had the most.

I offhandedly mentioned that if I were a part of the snowball fight, I’d go straight for Rhys’s face and then pummel Cassian. Then deal with Az.

Azriel, apparently, having taken that internally, offered to let me join. His brother’s mates hadn’t been interested in being out in the cold for hours, but me? Oh I was so for it. No magic. No wings. Just an even playing ground for the Illyrian idiots who just wanted to pummel each other with snowballs.

Rhys immediately let me in on it, even trying to covet an alliance with me throughout the month, but little did he know that Azriel would be getting my “support” through the game. He’d gasped dramatically when I told him I was betraying him right after he’d told me all the strategies he planned to use. Oh, it was so worth it. Now I knew the High Lord was worried, and preparing for that strike that would end him, coming from me.

Cassian shouted as the snowballs hit him from behind his fort. “Y/N!” He shouted angrily. But a playful angry. “I’m going to get you for that!”

“Just try!” I challenged.

For another three hours, we fought. When it was basically just Azriel and I, I turned on him immediately, gaining the element of surprise as I came up behind him and stuffed a whole pile of snowballs right down the back of his leathers.

He screeched and tried to shimmy them out.

“Betrayer!” He shouted, apparently giving up on getting the snow out, and intent on getting revenge. He picked up a pre-made snowball, but I merely smirked and produced one last snowball in my hand, and threw it directly into his forehead.

Azriel groaned, wiping his face. “I’m fucking freezing,” he admitted.

“Do you yield?” I asked him, and subtly packed another pile of snow together with my boots to easily form into a snowball and throw it at him if he didn’t.

“Fine, yes,” he groaned. I grinned.

“RHYS! CASS!” I called. “YIELD OR DIE UNDER THE POWER OF Y/N!”

“I yield!” Cassian yelled back. “My ass is numb.” The second part was quieter, but just loud enough to be heard.

“Never!” Rhys shouted.

I stole some of my mate's snowballs, holding them with one arm and leaped over the fort, running across No Man’s Land. Then I leaped straight into Rhys’s fort and pummeled him with the snow.

He screamed dramatically. I smirked, and then gathered more ammo, and stuffed it down his neck as he tried to clear his vision. “I yield!” he shouted. “Fucking hell! No! Don’t stuff it down my shirt even more-”

I chuckled, and then with one final push of the snow down his shirt, I stood and vaulted over the fort again, hands raised in victory.

“FIRST WIN!” I shouted, laughing hysterically after.

Cassian came out of his fort, shivering. Azriel was still struggling with the snow down his shirt. Rhys basically dragged himself out of his fort.

“Too cold,” Cassian said, “to care.”

I rolled my eyes, scoffing. “Come on then idiot. Your mate can console you for your horrible loss.”

“This is horrible!” Cassian complained.

“Let’s go to the damn birchin before my toes decide to fall off,” Rhys said, shivering as well.

We’d decided before that they’d not go in completely naked, despite tradition. Azriel was way too possessive for that. They’d keep their undershorts and I’d keep on my undergarments.

“Who won?” Nesta asked as we came inside. Her stomach was just slightly starting to get that little bump that told everyone she was having a child. I silently hoped for a little girl.

“I did!” I announced triumphantly. “These males stood no chance.”

Feyre snorted in amusement. Gwyn clasped me on my back. “Better you than them,” she joked. Emerie, who was beside Mor, called out a congratulations.

“You guys should compete next year,” I suggested. “We’d be the height of competition.”

“Freezing in the cold for hours?” Emerie asked. “No thank you. Not even on a good day.”

“Boring,” I teased. “Is Mor making you soft dear sister?”

“Shall I slap her?” Mor asked.

“No, I’ll make her pay for it in training,” Emerie chuckled.

“Just try me,” I challenged. “Just try.”

“Oh I will,” Emerie chuckled. “Now go sweat with the other idiots.”

Azriel chuckled, putting a hand around my waist and leading me in the direction of the birchin. “Come on love, I’m freezing still.”

“Fine…” I would be merciful… today. I pecked Azriel on his cheek gently. “Only for you.”

“Oh yes,” he chuckled. “So merciful towards your mate.”

I scoffed, smiling. “Love you.”

He smiled, and said that little phrase that always left me breathless from the sheer love.

“It’ll always be you.”

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