#oc tag: deer crossing

[until-the-brahmin-come-home]

For that 'Send me a fic title, I'll say what I'd write for it' challenge...Your title is "A Night to Remember."

thanks for the ask!

hmmm...A Night to Remember suggests romance to me, so for this one I think I'd write about the night my ocs Deer Crossing and Beau meet. Deer Crossing is a conman, Beau is the youngest son of a wealthy family, and the location is some type of harvest festival. Deer steals an invitation to get in and is using this opportunity to case the house it's being held at (and steal a few items that won't be immediately missed). Beau is here because, well, it's a party for the rich. Of course he'll be here.

Deer's border collie, Lady, gets away from him and disappears in the crowd. When he finally tracks her down he finds her begging for scraps from a delighted Beau. The two are mutually intrigued by each other and, despite himself, Deer finds himself repeatedly seeking out this ridiculous dandy later on.

[heisenwhore]

The weird little deer man haunts my every waking moment, so I’m posting this tiny part of what I’ve been writing just to get it out of my brain (and my notes app).

Yes, it’s an OC; crucify me.

For context; Takes place a few days after Alastor’s fight with Vox. Serena (OC in question) is Alastor’s wife. She’s got bird attributes and siren-like powers. She and Vox have a… complicated relationship.

Usage of powers are notated in purple. Also with fancy text, if it doesn't mess with the format too much (lmk I'll remove it).

Tags: brief violence, Vox getting his ass kicked, Language (duh), Obligatory OC, Alastor x OC, Established Relationship, Angst, Wife is missing her husband, Southern Woman getting mad, Being married to Alastor should be a warning in and of itself

A zip of electricity notified her to his presence before he spoke. “What are you doing here, Serena?” Vox’s voice came from a dark corner to her left, notably lacking the annoyingly bright grandiosity that it usually possessed. He sounded tired, defeated, and the rage boiling in Serena’s gut quelled for just a moment, confusion taking its place. She turned in the direction she’d heard him, searching him out. He was easy to find, despite the darkness of the room, the light emanating from the screen that served as his head making him unable to hide for very long. She gasped at the sight of him, broken and beaten before her, his screen covered in scratches and cracks, a sizable portion of it completely black. A pang of sadness ran through her, sympathy for the demon that she and her husband had once called ‘friend,’ who, despite being a fucking asshole, had never been anything but kind and considerate to her.

Serena shook her head to wave off the feeling, recollecting her anger, reminding her why she had come here in the first place. She glared up at him, hissing through gritted teeth, “Where is he?”

Vox blinked. “Who are we talking about?”

Serena growled, her fury reigniting in full force. “Where is my husband, Vox?” She stepped closer to him, her wings beginning to unfurl from where they wrapped around her shoulders, her fingers itching as she resisted the urge to claw the rest of his screen apart.

Vox huffed, crossing his arms, one hand moving to press against the center of his face, where his nose would be, if he’d only had one. “Oh, yeah, that asshole,” he grumbled, “I don’t know; haven’t seen him since our little spat.” Vox’s calm demeanor dropped as Serena abruptly closed the distance between them, backing him against the wall, one hand holding him in place by his tie, the other’s claws digging into the stone only inches from his screen.

She was angrier than he’d ever seen her, looming above him, her wings fully inflated, keeping her in the air, their hulking size blocking out any path of escape, staring down at him with the most lethal expression he had ever seen. "D̳̻̽̒O̪̟͔ͧͥ ̼̙͓̝̂̈́N̰͎͚̭̭̳̻̊̐͆O̪̟͔̝̦ͧͥȚͬ ̹͖̈́͑̋͑͑L͎͕̦̀ͫ̊̊ͨ͑I̗E̺̭͆̈͋̈́ͅ ̝̦Ț̳̻ͬO̪̟͔ͧͥ ͫͮͭ̃M̰̖ͤ̚E̺̭͆̈͋̈́ͅ!”

Her scream echoed in his bones, the words vibrating, burning into his skin, taking his body and bending him to her command. Her gaze was so intense, the neon of her irises was painful to look at, but he couldn’t look anywhere else, their glow lulling him back each time his eyes attempted to venture too far. Even once they were shut, her light called to him, but Vox resisted. “Alastor was here! He came HERE to meet with YOU, and now he is GONE! Where the F̣̙̣̟̺̳̭̖̦͒̐̒̀͑̾U̱̬̙̠̗͓̩ͩ̃͑̏C͕͓̝̝͉͉͖͔͑̈̉̋̒̉K̮͈̤̭͎̽̈́̌̋ IS MY HUSBAND?!”

The answer was pulled from Vox before its thought could even form, ripped from his tongue by some unseen force, “I DON'T KNOW!” Serena stiffened above him, but the hold on his tie faltered. The sensation of her loosening grip drew Vox’s attention, and he willed himself to face her glare once more. She was still angry, so furious that his knees wobbled in response, but there was something else written across her face, nearly outshined by the glow her eyes emitted; sadness, grief, a dam of tears that threatened to burst at a moments notice.

Her breaths were rapid, shallow puffs of air, blowing past his face, the scent floral and bloody. “What,” her voice hitched, breaking under the weight of the question that followed, “w-what did you do to him?”

[teawizard]

Ohh encanto ocs as animal crossing characters 👀👀

I love your series with the family you captured them well- so it'd be an honor if you could do Armida!

She'd be a deer or a bunny (your choice!) And her saying would probably be "take care of yourself!"

I'm not too sure about personality though.. I hope that's alright

(If you do tags, please tag my other blog @pepa-brainrot -thank you and have a lovely day/night! ✨️💛)

Thank you so much for the request! I know and love Armida with whole my heart it's really an honour to me to draw her!! ✨

I chose a deer as a species, because she has such beautiful kind brown eyes, like a baby reindeer 🥺 Unfortunately, I don't add the eye color in the designs, so just wanted to let you know that her eyes are beautiful ':D

I love your design so much, it has so many cute details I wish I could add everything in this design, but I was afraid it would be too much T_T

The color choice is pretty self-explanatory, I love the color palette Armida has and it just made sense to make her a simple two-color deer :)

Regarding the personality: I don't play animal crossing that much, but according to Nookpedia villagers are not that diverse personality-wise. I think it only suits Armida to be normal, because I just don't see her being mean in any way and she doesn't strike me as a peppy type. If there was a gentle option, I would choose it in a heartbeat, but there isn't one :(

Have a great day/night too! ✨

Tagging your other blog: @pepa-brainrot (hope I understood you correctly)

And if any of you, my friends oc-havers, want a similar design for your oc, you can send me an ask with a description of your oc! It's completely free, I just like doing these little drawings 😊

[themaladaptivewriter12]

Title: Valentine's Promise

Might add a part two, a sm*t, haven't decided

Pairings: Cater Diamond x Twisted Wonderland Male OC (Mirai Yuhara)

Summary: 

“Mirai?” Cater whispered. “Huh?” Mirai answered, reluctant to take his eyes off the city. “Jasper.” Mirai’s head snapped away from the scenery for a second to see Cater holding a small red velvet box. Mirai froze, his heart stopping, his blood feeling as if ice was shot through his veins. He didn’t know what to do, but to sit there like a deer in headlights.

Notes:

cw: Nothing but fluff.  

This was a little thing I wanted to post for Valentine's, albeit 3 days late, and it kinda delves into a little bit of the "after story" I've been conjuring up for Mimi and Cater. Hope you enjoy!

Reblogs are appreciated, just use my custom tag, #TheMaladaptiveWriter12, if you do!  ( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡

Cross posted from my Ao3: TheMaladaptiveWriter12

Cater sighed once more before stretching his arms above his head, grunting softly as his back popped in multiple places, the tension from slouching over his desk all day lessening. Today felt like the worst, time felt as if it had been slowed with how excited Cater was, but now that it was finally over, and that excitement hadn’t waned a bit. From the moment he had woken up, Cater had been so giddy that he couldn’t focus. He had messed up during his debriefing, ran into the vending machines because he was on his phone, and he accidentally misspelled their client’s name on their webpage. #Unprofessional.

The moment the last meeting of the day was adjourned, Cater sighed with relief, slouching in his chair. This month so far has been super busy with the amount of clients who wanted their advertisements up today, potential clients whose appointments were scheduled all throughout the week with notes that needed to be looked over, and various websites to be updated. They definitely weren’t out of the woods yet, but that was the life of someone who worked in the Social Media and Marketing Department.

But today was special, and it had the entire building buzzing. Pink, red, and white hearts decorated the office, the women of the office wore their pretty pinks and luscious reds, pretty bouquets and boxes of chocolates dotted the desks, the guys wore their best dress shirts, and the older men adorned their themed ties hand picked by their wives that morning. Today was Valentine's Day and Cater knew this one was going to be special. 

Cater made his way to his desk from their roundtable when an arm wrapped its way around his shoulders, startling him. 

“So,” the voice said. 

Cater whipped his head around and was met with a mop of brown hair and brown eyes. It was Lucas, of course it was Lucas. The twenty-five year old was Cater’s senior by a year, and terribly nosey. 

“So?” Cater asked.

“Penelope, she’s pretty cute right?”

“Not this again,” Cater sighed, moving out of his grasp to walk a bit faster.

“Oh, c’mon dude,” Lucas sighed, rushing after him, “You two would make a great couple!”

“And I keep telling you I’m seeing someone.”

“You mean his fake girlfriend,” Fabian joked, matching their stride. 

Fabian, a twenty-two year old blonde with a knack for unintentionally offending people with his words. Cater wouldn’t lie, he didn’t like the guy when Fabian first came to their department, but after they got to know each other, and eventually sat in the same quad, he learned that Fabian wasn’t a bad person, just a little hard with his words.

“Mimi is not fake,” Cater huffed, moving to clean up his desk.

“C’mon dude, you can’t blame me,” Fabian reasoned, from his side of their shared desk, “Every time I mention your girlfriend you get all defensive, and the last time I asked for a picture, you wouldn’t show me.”

“Maybe she’s shy?” Brain offered from his desk.

Brian was the best behaved out of their quad. He hated confrontation, and tended to keep to himself, but when the time arose, the twenty-four year old would stick his neck out for anyone without a second thought.

“Or imaginary,” Fabian muttered.

Cater rolled his eyes, making for his hasty retreat, when suddenly his phone vibrated and like his life depended on it, Cater snatched his phone from his desk, unlocking the device. Fabian and Lucas rushed over to try and peek at the message, which Cater promptly pulled out of sight.

“He’s practically been glued to his phone the whole day,” a soft voice chided. “I knew he loved the thing, but today was something else entirely.” 

“Sup, Tif,” Lucas greeted, looking up from his attempt to get a glimpse of Cater’s phone.

“Hey guys,” Tiffany smiled. 

Tiffany, better known as Tif throughout the building, was part of the Marketing Department. The twenty-five year old and her team often worked with Cater and his quad, like today.

“Hey, Tif,” Cater smiled.

“Going home so soon?” Tiffany asked.

“Yeah,” Cater sighed with a dopey smile, “I got plans and I don’t wanna be late.”

“Plans?” a sweet feminine asked, “That’s nice to hear.”

“Penelope,” Lucas cheered, “How was work?”

“It was an easy day,” Penelope smiled, playing with the petals to a bouquet of flowers. 

Penelope, the office sweetheart and most eligible bachelorette, was the floor’s secretary. Cater couldn’t remember a time when Lucas wasn’t trying to set him up with the twenty-five year old, or a time the guys of the building treated her like a princess. Don’t get him wrong, Cater liked Penelope, but just not like that.

“Oh, nice flowers. Who’s the sender?” Fabian asked.

“My mom,” Penelope laughed awkwardly, “She always sends them on Valentine's Day.”

“That’s cute,” Tiffany smiled.

“Aw,” a deeper feminine voice sighed, “I wish my mom did that.”

“Hey, Brooke,” Brian smiled, “how was accounting?”

Brooke was head of accounting, and like a mother figure to the younger workers on the floor. Anytime you needed something, Mama Brooke was on the case, the twenty-nine year old taking her title with stride. 

“Same as always,” Brooke said dismissively. “What I wanna know is what was so important that you couldn’t pay attention during today’s roundtable, Cater?”

Cater laughed awkwardly, “Sorry, Brooke. I’ll admit, I was a bit distracted today.”

“I get it, it’s Valentine’s Day,” Brooke smirked, “you just got distracted by some really nice pictures from your girl.”

Cater flushed to the tips of his ears,” I-It’s not like t-that!”

 Brooke laughed, “So, does anyone have any plans for tonight? My husband and I are going to that really fancy restaurant on 5th street.”

“Me and my hubby are gonna go see a movie,” Cecelia said excitedly.

“Me and my girlfriend are gonna stay in and make dinner,” Fabian said.

“Jesse and I are gonna go to a drive-in movie,” Brian smiled. 

“That’s cute,” Cecelia whined, “We should've done that instead.”

As the group spoke of their evening plans, Cater’s phone vibrated again, and he was on it like a moth to a flame.

“Mimi’s here,” Cater gasped, suddenly rushing to get his things.

“Mimi?” Cecilia asked.

“His fake girlfriend,” Fabian teased from his seat across from Lucas.

“Whatever,” Cater laughed with a scoff, putting the last of his things in his bag.

“It’s okay man, we’ve all been dumped before,” Fabian said, “You don’t have to keep up this charade any longer.”

Cater rolled his eyes, getting the last of his things.

“Leave him alone, guys.” Brooke huffed, “Cater, I’m sure your girlfriend is very nice.”

“Thanks Mama Brooke. See ya,” Cater called, practically running to get to the elevators.

“Oh, I gotta see this,” Fabian said, rushing to follow Cater.

“I’m coming too,” Lucas exclaimed, shooting from his seat.

The group followed closely behind Cater as he weaved his way through the desks, quads, and cubicles, trying not to lose that head of bright orange hair in the crowds of people making their ways home.

The Cater and his unappointed followers passed by one of the quads when a pair of gold eyes spotted them. “Where are you guys going?”

“Hey, Maddox,” Lucus shouted, “You’re gonna finally see Cater’s girlfriend!”

“You don’t have to tell me twice.”

Cater rolled his eyes affectionately. Maddox was one of the seniors of the department at thirty-six years old, he was one of the guys who trained Cater when he first joined, and became a big brother of sorts. Whenever Cater needed something, whatever it might be, Maddox had his back.

 All of them shoved their way into the elevator, pressing the button to the ground floor. The ride from the eighth floor was a long one, and every time they stopped on a floor, they got curious looks as there wasn’t a lick of room for anymore people. 

Once they stopped at the third floor, Keith gave them all weird looks, as he was trying to use the elevator as well.

“Keith,” Cecelia waved, “we’re gonna see Cater’s girlfriend.”

Keith worked in IT, the twenty-six year old always hanging on the eighth floor when he wasn’t supposed to.

“Ima take the stairs and meet you guys down there,” Keith said, before he rushed to the opposite side of the room to the stairwell. 

“Guys,” Cater whined as the doors shut once more. 

Downstairs, Mirai stood awkwardly next to a gaggle of women. He felt so out of place standing next to all of them in their cutesy skirts and frilly dresses, even their hair was curled and or pressed. And how could he forget their polished nails on dainty hands that held their teddy bears, roses, and chocolates. 

Then there, sticking out like a sore thumb, he was, a man all dolled up with a bouquet of flowers of his own. Mirai couldn’t help but feel a hint of jealousy at their flawless beauty. Why couldn’t he look that pretty like them with their soft skin and long eyelashes? Maybe he should have worn a skirt instead? 

Mirai sighed, shaking his head to somehow shake the thought away. He was fine, this was fine. He dressed up too in his suit and black and red rose pattern mesh button up. He had spent hours trying to perfect his eyeliner, and once he did, he chose pink eyeshadow that went perfectly with his flushed cheeks and pink lipgloss. He knew it did, because he had called Crewel before he left and he said so. 

Instead of a teddy bear, well, he did actually get a teddy bear, but it was with the soap set that came with bath bombs, face masks, lotions and oils, which was at Cater’s apartment, sitting on the living room coffee table. And as for chocolates, Cater hated sweets, so he improvised with dark chili chocolates for him to try and if that failed, Mirai got a fruit and cheese platter, which was also sitting in Cater’s apartment, chilling in his refrigerator of course. Fiddling with the petals of his bouquet of roses, wondering if it all was too much. 

And on a side note, Mirai really thought he would be late with how much of a hassle it was to get into the building itself. The guy at the gate gave him a hard time, and it wasn’t until Cater’s father had to explain that he was with him did the man let him in. After that, Mirai and Mr. Diamond had split ways in the lobby, the older man having something important to take care of, leaving Mirai in the lobby, which led him to his current problem. The woman at the front desk.

The woman gave him such a hard time for a while, questioning how he got past security, why he was there, and who for. Mirai argued with her for a good while, telling her that he was picking his lover up, just like everyone else and that yes, his visitor’s pass was valid. Mirai didn’t understand, all of the misses were here, so why couldn't he be? Mr. Diamond said it was okay, so what was so bad about him being here? 

She had finally stopped when one of the women stepped in, asking her why she was so adamant on trying to get Mirai to leave. And now said front desk woman, with the name tag that read “Mara,” was giving him the stank eye as she tapped away on her desktop computer. Mirai just hopped Cater or Mr. Diamond came back soon.

“So what do you and your boy have planned?” the woman from earlier asked.

Mirai startled a bit, not expecting her to ask him that, or anything for that matter, “I-I, h-how did you-”

“Oh please, Honey, no man makes himself look that pretty for a woman unless one of them swings the other way,” the woman laughed. “Also, I may not be the straightest woman here.”

“O-Oh,” Mirai chuckled nervously, “I tried my best. Uh, do you think it’s too much?”

“Not at all, hon, you look stunning,” she smiled. “You make me feel like I should have stepped up my game this morning, but then again, my Georgiana doesn’t like that shmancy stuff.”

“Don’t, don’t sell yourself short. To be honest, I was a little jealous at how pretty you guys were compared to me.”

“Please, you’re the best dressed out of everyone here.”

“Thanks,” Mirai muttered, flushing a pretty pink.

“You’re welcome,” the woman smiled, “I’m Xola by the way.”

“Mirai.”

A chime sounded through the lobby and immediately everyone perked up at the sound, their eyes honing in on elevators.

“Good luck,” Xola smiled.

“Back atcha,” Mirail nodded.

The elevator doors opened and Cater scanned the lobby, looking for the familiar blonde wolf cut and silver prosthetic. It didn’t take long for Cater to spot a constellation of freckles on rosy cheeks and eyes as bright as the stars.

“Mimi,” Cater gasped, running across the lobby.

“Cater,” Mirai shouted, matching Cater’s enthusiasm as he met the strawberry blonde halfway, wrapping his arms tightly around his neck.

Cater pulled back just enough to smash his lips into Mirai’s in a deep kiss, his hand reaching up the cradle the back of Mirai’s head, his fingers musing through his gelled tresses. Mirai sighed against Cater’s lips, his eyes closing in bliss. If his hands weren’t so full, Mirai knew his hands would be bunched up in Cater’s blazer by now. 

Cater finally pulled back after he had enough, the biggest grin on his face. “Hey Babydoll,” Cater muttered affectionately, “I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” Mirai chuckled. “Sorry I wasn’t able to come down for your Birthday. I could only get three days off.”

“I don’t care about that. You’re here now and that’s all that matters.”

“It does though,” Mirai whined, “ It was your twenty-fourth Birthday.”

“And you can make it up to me by coming to see me for your twenty-third. Now, Happy Valentine’s Day.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” Mirai smiled, wriggling out of Cater’s grasp to hand his gifts.

“Mimi,” Cater gushed, “thank you, baby. And don’t worry, yours are in the car.”

“It’s okay,” Mirai smiled, “I can wait.”

Cater looked at the bouquet and smiled fondly, “Ya’know, after all those years of painting the roses red, I’ve come to appreciate a fine red rose. I can tell these are good quality.”

Mirai chuckled, “Same here. I couldn’t just get any old rose, it just didn’t sit right. I felt as if Riddle would pop out of nowhere and collar me or something.”

The two of them fell into a fit of laughter at the image they conjured in their heads. 

“That’s Mimi?!” Lucas shouted, prompting an end to Mirai’s and Cater’s little moment, “You told me Mimi was a girl!”

“No I didn’t,” Cater said with a sardonic smile, “I said I was seeing someone and you assumed.”

“But his name is Mimi!”

“Yep. Short for Mirai.”

“Dude,” Lucas whined.

“Ignoring him,” Brooke said, pushing her way to the front of the group, “I think some introductions are in order.”

Cater took the time to introduce his colleagues to Mirai and vice versa. Mirai found the group to be very lively, and even with their different personalities, they somehow fit together perfectly. 

“You two have seriously been together since high school?!” Cecelia gushed, “That’s so cute! I wish me and my hubby were high school sweethearts.”

“I’m not sure if it counts, Cater mused, “we met during my third year, and by my fourth, I was doing my internships, and he was entering his Sophomore year.”

“It counts,” Brain nodded.

“Wait, how old was he when you two met?!” Tiffany asked.

“He was seventeen then,” Cater laughed.

“Oh.”

“I’m so proud of you, Cater,” Maddox cried, “my boy is becoming a man.”

“Maddy,” Cater whined, “stop it.”

Mirai chuckled at their antics.

“So how come I’m just learning you have a high school sweetheart?” Fabian asked.

“I told you I was seeing someone for a while,” Cater laughed. “You're the one who decided that I had an imaginary girlfriend.”

“As I said earlier, you wouldn’t show me pictures.”

“And since when did I have to?”

The two began to bicker when a thick accented voice spoke up, “So this is the fabled lover of Cater Diamond.”

Cater laughed awkwardly, looking up at Georgiana, “I didn’t know word got out that far.”

 “You two make a great couple.”

“Thx.”

“If only you’d told me it was Cater, I'd have given you some dirt on these guys, Mirai, no questions asked,” Xola laughed.

“Don’t you dare,” Keith shouted.

Cater’s colleagues began to converse amongst themselves, when Mirai checked the time. It was almost four-thirty, their dinner reservations were at five.

“Catie,” Mirai muttered, pulling at Cater’s sleeve, “We have to get going.”

Cater gasped. “Oopsies, sorry guys, but we gotta go if we wanna make our reservation. I’ll see you guys tomorrow.”

“Bye Cater, have fun,” Tiffany called.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” Brooke shouted.

They made their way to Cater’s car, and Cater, ever the gentleman, opened Mirai’s door first, making sure he was seated, before shutting the door, and making his way to the driver's seat. 

“Here you go, Baby,” Cater muttered, kissing Mirai on his temple, as he handed Mirai a bouquet of pink and purple hydrangeas, a teddy bear and a box of chocolates. 

“They’re so pretty,” Mirai gushed, “Cater.”

“Of course, you only deserve the best.”

“And you got me lilies,” Mirai whispered, voice growing a little emotional, “Cater.”

Cater kissed Mirai on the head once more, “Don’t cry, Baby.”

“I’m not. I’m okay.”

Cater smiled softly, starting the car, and as he pulled out of his parking spot, the two of them spotted Mr. Diamond pulled out of his parking spot. Mirai waved with a big smile, his smile getting even bigger, if that was even possible, as Mr. Diamond waved back. 

“Have a good night, Mirai, Cater,” Mr. Diamond called from his open window, as he drove up to their car.

“You gonna go see mom?” Cater asked.

“Of course.”

“Good luck,” Cater called. “And give these to them for me?”

Mr. Diamond nodded, taking the flowers before diving off the lot.

“Let’s get going, shall we?”

The ride to the restaurant wasn’t a long one and after Cater switched his blazer for a red one and gave his keys to the Valet, they made it just in time. The restaurant was beautiful, decked out for the holiday with rose petals decorating the tables, white ribbons covered the chairs, and pink hearts decorated the windows. And you’d think it would look tacky, but it didn’t, somehow the restaurant made it work, the look giving it a romantic, classy feel. 

The dining room was packed with couples, each and everyone of them dressed to the nines. Mirai wondered how Cater even scored seats in a place like this.

“Good evening, Sir,” the hostess smiled, “May I have a name for your reservation?”

“Diamond,” Cater supplied.

After a second, the Hostess smiled, “Ah, here we are. Diamond, table for two. Alright, follow me if you please.”

Dinner went off without a hitch. Their table was on the indoor balcony that overlooked the rest of the restaurant and the city below through their floor to ceiling windows. They were served three courses starting with drinks and appetizers, which consisted of honey glazed prosciutto wrapped asparagus paired with a raspberry or cheese fondue sauce and for their drinks, sparkling cider since they had to drive home. 

For their next course, Cater had a brown butter steak and mashed potatoes, and for Mirai, a plate of their finest fettuccine chicken and broccoli alfredo. Over dinner, the two of them talked about anyone and anything. Mirai filled in how things were with living with Crewel and Grim, and how university was going. He talked about the last time he met up with Ace and Deuce and how they even went to visit Riddle and Trey. Mirai told Cater anything he thought was interesting. 

And Cater told him things in return. Cater talked about his department, his floor and everything they went on in the office. He talked about his sisters and his mother, he talked about his upcoming collaboration with Vil, and his hopeful future one with Idia and Kalim. 

Once dessert was served, things slowed down. The sun had long set, the food had settled in their bellies and with the looks Cater started giving Mirai over his glass of sparkling as he watched the blonde devour a piece of red velvet cheesecake, Mirai was ready to head out. 

“Ready, Babydoll?” Cater muttered with lidded eyes.

Mirai swallowed, feeling the telltale heat of a flush beginning to prickle at his cheeks, as he started back at Cater. The strawberry blonde smirked, putting down his glass to rest his cheek on his fist.

Mirai cleared his throat, but his words still came out hoarse, “Y-Yeah.” 

They paid, took the last piece of cake to go and made their way to the front of the building where the valet arrived with their car, and as they waited, Cater made sure to get as many pictures as he could. 

“Can we stop by somewhere before we go home?” Cater asked after a while of driving.

Mirai looked from his window to Cater, he couldn’t read the strawberry blonde’s expression, his face blank, eyes on the road.

“Sure. I don’t mind,” Mirai muttered finally, looking back at the city flying by. 

Cater drove around for some time and after a while, Mirai realized they were in the outskirts of the city, the amount of skyscrapers getting smaller, the amount of cars dwindling.

“Where are we going?” Mirai asked, looking out the windows.

“Surprise,” Cater smiled.

It wasn’t long after that they made their way to a scenic spot that overlooked the city. Here, they could see the stars in the sky, there were no bright lights outshining the galaxies above.

“Come sit,” Cater beckoned, crawling over the center console to sit in the back seat of his red convertible. 

“Cater,” Mirai giggled, crawling after Cater. 

Once he was back there, Cater wrapped the two of them in a blanket and pushed the button the dropped down the top.

“Why are we here?” Mirai asked, “What's going on?”

“Because it’s nice, and I can get some totally awesome pics for my Magaicam.”

Mirai shook his head, he guessed some things would never change. Cater snapped a bunch of pictures as Mirai stared at the cityscape below.

“Mimi?” Cater called.

“Yes?” 

“Cake?”

“I just had some. You tryna get me fat?”

“Well I do like feeding you,” Cater smirked. “Open?”

Mirai smiled, taking the fork into his mouth. The cake was sweet, creamy, and think, just what he liked in a good cheesecake. Eventually Mirai’s eyes wandered back to the city. Even from here, the city looked full of life. The red taillights dotted the roads, the white and gold lights from the buildings twinkled like stars, and above, the lights the warded off incoming planes pulsed like the city's heartbeat. Mirai agreed, this was nice.

“Mirai?” Cater whispered. 

“Huh?” Mirai answered, reluctant to take his eyes off the city.

“Jasper.”

Mirai’s head snapped away from the scenery for a second to see Cater holding a small red velvet box. Mirai froze, his heart stopping, his blood feeling as if ice was shot through his veins. He didn’t know what to do, but to sit there like a deer in headlights.

“Ca-Cater?” Mirai whispered, shakily.

“I-It-It’s not, it’s not what you think,” Cater stammered, face going cherry red. “Will you open it?”

Mirai shakily took the box from Cater’s hands, gently pulling the top up to reveal two simple gold bands with little flowers engraved on the outside, and in the center most flower, was one lone white rhinestone. On the inside of the rings were their names, Cater Diamond on one, and Mirai Jasper Yuhara on the other.

Mirai's lip quivered as he tried his best to take the ring out of the box, but he didn’t think he could without dropping it. “I can’t,” Mirai gasped a breath as he eyes filled with tears. 

“Here, let me,” Cater whispered, taking Mirai’s ring to loop a matching gold chain through it.

Mirai watched curiously as Cater did so, wondering what the gold chain was for. 

“I know you’re supposed to wear these on your left hand,” Cater muttered, before reaching around the blonde to clasp it around his neck, “but I wanted it so that when the time comes, you would be able to fit it on your right.”

Only then did Mirai’s eyes finally shed their tears, “Cater.”

“They’re promise rings, oh, well, you probably already knew that-wait did you? I-I-, this, this isn’t a proposal, well, not that kind of proposal. I wanted that one to be even more special, like #TheProposal, but I also wanted this one to be special, but not too special that it would outshine that one, and I-,” Cater stopped for a second, before laughing through his tears, “I’m not making any sense, am I?”

Mirai chuckled, voice muffled due to his emotions, “I-I-It’s, I understand you fully.”

“I-I’m so nervous,” Cater breathed, eyes misty, “I’ve never thought I’d be doing something like this. My life has never been stable, ya’know? I’ve moved around more times than I could count, gained and lost so many people who were close to me, and after a while, I stopped caring. I just knew everyone would disappear one day, so why try? If they were all gonna forget Cater one day, why not give them Cay-Cay instead?” 

Cater took a breath before continuing, “But that was before I met you. You made me want something stable, something permanent. You made me want to be me, to be Cater. And I want you.”

Mirai hiccuped at Cater words, and as Cater reached for his hands, Mirai sobbed, gripping them tightly.

“I can’t express how much I want this to be the real deal, but I can wait. I want you to finish school, I want you to find a place for yourself here in Twisted Wonderland. And then after all of that, we can think about actually tying the knot,” Cater chuckled. 

“I’d like that,” Mirai smiled, voice quivering.

“We can take our time, we can be young and dumb. We can make our mistakes, and find our place and who we are.”

“And then when we marry, we can get that house with the guest room, and the huge backyard?” Mirai asked.

“Yep, the one with the guest room for the guys, and the two car garage for our fancy cars.”

“With our dogs, and space to throw parties the whole street would envy?”

“And let’s not forget the giant walk in closet.”

The two of them fell into a fit of joyous laughter, the world and all of their worries seeming a world away. 

“Here,” Mirai eventually said, holding out the other band to Cater.

“You do it,” Cater smiled.

Mirai took his time and carefully slipped the gold band onto Cater's left hand. “There. Perfect.”

“Yeah, perfect,” Cater sighed, but he wasn’t looking at the ring on his finger. Mirai looked up and realized what he was implying, his face flushing.

 “I love you, Mirai,” Cater said, voice full of unbridled emotion. 

“I love you, too, Cater,” Mirai choked out.

Cater pulled Mirai in for a sweet kiss, like he was trying to convey his feelings with his body and soul. Mirai kissed him back, the same feeling of love and devotion. Cater pulled back seconds later, pressing his head to Mirai’s. Even if the kiss wasn’t a long one, it conveyed everything they wanted it to.

“So, selfies?” Cater asked.

“Yeah, selfies,” Mirai laughed.

Cater snapped as many pictures as he could between showering Mirai with love and affection, littering his face and anywhere he could get his lips on with kisses. Mirai felt as if he was floating. Yes this was only the beginning, and yes they did have a long way to go, but Mirai was fine with that, because had a promise to keep, and there’s no place he’d rather be, he was content with just simply basking in their shared happiness and adoration.

[the-writer-nerd-ro]

For your OC Owl emoji prompt questions👀✨

⚠️ ✨ ☔ 🧠 🐉 🌊

Thank you for the ask! Loving all these questions 😎

Send me an emoji from this list and I'll answer a question about fan favorite (I'm the fan) Owl Enigma Oak Swallows Unworthy Garcia. Click the Owl tag on this post to see all the wonderful questions I've already received!

⚠️ - If this oc came with a warning sign, what would it be?

For reasons I will attempt to articulate I feel like it would be a deer crossing sign. You do not want to see them in the dark and they do not want to see you. Watch out, they're dangerous on accident

✨ - Tell something that makes this oc feel happy!

Ice cream! They work at an ice cream parlor and love a double scoop of cookie dough 😊

☔ - How does this oc feel about rain?

I think they like a nice cool rain

🧠 - What is their stress response: fight, flight, freeze, or fawn?

It was flight but it's becoming fight

🐉 - Very serious question… are they more like a dragon, or a unicorn?

Dragon 🔥 🐲

🌊 - Does this oc have a secret or repressed desire?

Their secret dream is that their dads start dating other people instead of continuing to have an awkward, toxic post-divorce situationship

[umbralstars]

Tagged by @recurringwriter for Wip Whenever. This was originally a fic for fe oc week I couldn't finish in time, but I've still been tapping away at it. Dimitri and Emyr get to explore an old ruin together! This is based off of Dimitri & Annette B where Gustave put him and "another pupil" (Emyr) up in a dark mountain to catch a deer. -- The stars had disappeared once Dimitri woke again. Not from any ray of sunlight, but from the thick canopy of old growth boughs refusing to bend to the wind. Only some light peaked through the colored leaves that mixed with green thistles. Shadows fell deep in the depths of the forest. This was not the managed lands Dimitri knew from hunts with his father and uncle. Given the slight change in how the air nipped he knew they were in the mountains near the city. Not only that, however. They were in territory people did not tread.

Rushing water caught Dimitri’s attention next the more he came back. They were riding next to a deep stream, and it was not just the trees casting shadows. It was also the strange canyons which ran parallel to some of the rivers that criss-crossed over the whole expanse of the mountains and her valleys. The rotting canyons were older beyond the words of his people—though not their knowledge—yet younger still than the peaks on which they traversed. They revealed their true form intermittently by how the ancient trees and plants broke through even older piles of stone and steel. Strange, broken symbols, which almost resembled letters, were barely visible above a folded doorway. Steel beams jutted from both the ground and collapsed buildings, the melded into the decayed metal frames of others that bent over them like sick trees which begged for culling.

Rubbing his eyes, Dimitri pulled himself away from his cousin’s chest. He blinked in confusion at where they were and the steady pace their horses were going into the heart of the valley.

“Where are we, Emyr?” he asked.

Emyr’s stern hand pushed Dimitri back [into the saddle.] His jaw wasn’t set, but he kept glancing around at the shadows and the ruins like a machine or demonic beast could pop out at any moment. “Jötunar’s Hunt. I think.”

Quieting, Dimtri held his quiver close to his chest. He glanced at Gustave, who was riding a bit ahead of them with his lance drawn, but their teacher seemed intent in riding far into the Hunt. This part of the mountain was strictly forbidden. Father had told him many times when they needed to go the long routes during hunting trips to avoid the ancient roads. These graves of twisted metal were for the land spirits, machines, animals, and the restless Old Ones alone; no children of Faerghus and the All-Mother needed to bother themselves with entering these cursed places. That’s what Father and Rodrigue said. Not that Dimitri really believed all the talk of curses. But these ruins always felt awful. They felt sad.

[glimmersea]

OCs as obscure references

@olesmokes tagged me in this (thank you, this was a lot of fun!)

Here is Merryn as obscure references

ANIMAL: Nightingale for the symbolism between nightingales and poets. From wikipedia:

But also I kind of identify Merryn with like... some animal that is large and elegant but also distant and untouchable. Some kind of deer? Or a moose? I guess it's less about the animal itself and more about seeing it pass through your backyard, stepping gently and gracefully, you hold your breath as you see it cross into your domain and then it's gone again.

COLOR: a vibrant green or blue.

MONTH: December, he just seems like an end-of-the-year person

SONGS: these are the three most important ones

man-sized and made to measure night-stalker, razor, pleasure faux fallen angel empire

you're my deadly, deadly nightshade oh atropa belladona they say you are death incarnate and i should stay far away

make your own kind of music, even if nobody else sings along

(so glad the barbie movie brought this song back to popularity tbh)

NUMBER: 3

PLANTS: Willow

SMELLS: Brackish water, the sea, freshly turned earth.

GEMSTONE: Labradorite

SEASON - Winter

TIME OF DAY - the deepest part of night when you can see the stars clearest

PLACES - a dock on the sea, the stage of an inn, under a tree in the town square.

FOOD - You know that tweet that's like "my boss passed my desk where I had cheese and summer sausage, dried figs with honey, and olives spread out for lunch and asked me why I eat like a roman emperor"? That's Merryn.

DRINKS - sweet and bitter in equal measure

ELEMENT - Water

ASTROLOGICAL SIGN - idk, I don't really understand astrology well enough to guess

SEASONINGS - is poison a seasoning? Rosemary, strongly umami flavored mushrooms.

SKY - deep dark, full of stars

WEATHER - just before a thunderstorm

MAGICAL POWER - Faerie Fire

WEAPONS - that singing sword you find in the underdark

SOCIAL MEDIA - if Merryn lived in a world where he had access to social media I feel like he still wouldn't understand or use it (this is one of those things where you can't give a character knowledge you yourself do not possess; tumblr is my only social media)

MAKEUP PRODUCT - none

CANDY - I feel like Merryn would love licorice

METHOD OF LONG DISTANCE TRAVEL - walking. Merryn has had plenty of time to learn to ride a horse but he's never bothered. He likes traveling and he likes being outside.

ART STYLE - idk, I'm not much of an artist myself. I think Merryn would like landscape painting because it would allow him to recreate the natural beauty of the underdark

FEAR - Merryn has intimacy issues, his biggest fear is I think revealing too much of himself to someone and being rejected.

MYTHOLOGICAL CREATURE - phoenix

PIECE OF STATIONARY - sealing wax and stamps

THREE EMOJIS - ♠️🕺🫧

CELESTIAL BODIES - the moon

I'm tagging anyone who wants to do it!

[7finalgirl8]

No minors pls!

TW: Disturbing content, gore, dark psychological themes, nude figures, cringe, MY low quality drawings, vent, distortion of religious imagery!

Sparrow (ru: Vorobei) or Maria/Mary

All of my activity on other people's blogs comes from this account: @7final-girl8

This is just a place where I throw my silly sketches, memes, and other strange stuff, my ru blog is here:

Can be very obsessive and just suddenly fly into ur blog and unrestrainedly admire ur stuff, please, if my activity brings some discomfort - DM me or block!

I'm 24, INFJ, Spookysexual/Demiromantic, Libra, nun, blood type B+, three convictions, five credits, autism, chronic pain, banned in seven countries, literally dying of heartbreak (like, no kidding, I have a heart defect), love tea mushroom, bad movies, frogs, deers, flowers and smell of church.

Make uncontrollable noises of dying animals and some Goetia demons, bite, drool, yell, like to put Russian words in tags and comments, don't know why, maybe it's some comic move.

I intentionally drawing characters a little bit hyperbolized and kind of goofy, it's like therapy, since I mostly draw very dark subjects I need an occasional distraction for something, um... Weird? OOC? I understand character canon, just like to do something comfortable and fluffy sometimes.

Feel free to ask about any topics that interest you.

Tags:

#Sparrow Songs - aesthetic

#Holy Ghost - fandom character/OC aesthetic

#Bird's Prayer - daily life/POV

#Bless - oh I like this this is beautiful can I have more?

#[Cross on my chest] - something very intimate/valuable/emotional for me, mutuals content

#[Сломанные Крылья] - из роиссии с любовью

#🚬 - random/idk

[justagalwhowrites]

Hi Kit I was just wondering why for all of your stories you tag them as character x reader / character x you when in lavender and beskar doll and now in yearling, they aren't actually reader inserts? They have names or descriptions or face claims so they are OCs. As someone that has been reading fic for a long time, it can be disappointing when you go into a story based on tags and then the tags are misleading because writers are trying to get around the use of the "OC" tag so that more people will read their story.

Hi Bestie!

So I tag them that way for a few reasons! The big one is because I write it in the you format with the intention of people inserting themselves into the story.

I do try to keep descriptions to a minimum (which I know that I don’t do the BEST job at? It’s an adjustment from writing books which is where I’m approaching fic writing from but I’m trying to get better at it.) I usually limit it to the FMC is shorter than the Pedro character (this is because he tends to play physically imposing characters so I imagine him as being the tallest person in just about every room) and then amount of hair (which is generally variable from person to person, assuming they’re able to grow hair.) I did include things like “blushed” early on and I’m making a more conscious effort to avoid that kind of language because it didn’t occur to me before! That’s on white privilege, yo! They have FCs for me but I don’t share them unless people ask as that’s who I picture when writing, not how I describe the character. I don’t think I could write a character without knowing how they looked, it’s just not how I create characters! But they’re intended to be however you picture them. For example, my mom is reading Lavender but isn’t on Tumblr and she asked how I pictured Doc. She was shocked when I showed her the FC as it didn’t line up with what she had in her head at all and I think that’s great!

When it comes to physical description and inclusivity in the reader insert space, it’s an interesting dynamic to me. I minimize descriptions (or feel like I do anyway!) but it’s still all predicated on reader being able to walk, to use both hands, to be able to see and hear. Reader inserts are kind of inherently ableist - it would be pretty impossible to write an insert that accounted for every disability! - we just tend to be more ready to draw the line at other aspects of physical description. (Probably because it impacts more people!)

As far as names go, the only character who has a published name is Doll (and I only included that because she abandoned that name when she went into hiding, all her other names she adopted and has no attachment to, like reader would in her position) and even then, you hear her real name I think 3 times? Otherwise, they all have nicknames and nicknames only. I do have names for them in my head (just part of how I develop my characters, I know everything about them before I write them) but they’re not included in the story. I haven’t ever shared them on Tumblr, either. Doc goes by Dr. Miller after she marries Joel but that’s because she took his name so it would be the same for reader. Otherwise, she goes by Kid, Doc, Teach, Baby, Love, Sweetheart, etc. Doll is usually Doll, Cyare, Mesh’la, an adopted name, or Sister. In Yearling, Bambi is just what Joel calls her because she reminds him of a frightened, wild deer. That’s definitely not her actual name and I think that’s mentioned in chapter one.

I will admit, I give my characters very vibrant backstories which might nudge them more into OC territory and I do include the x OC tag on AO3 because of that. I’m definitely not trying to mislead anyone to get more readers! I’ll be honest, I figured like a dozen people tops would ever read anything I wrote, it didn’t even really cross my mind. I wrote it for me because it was fun and felt good to do, everything else has just been a bonus.

All that being said, I am sorry I misled you! That wasn’t my intention and I hope you don’t feel like you invested too much time or emotional energy only to be let down.

I appreciate you reaching out and I hope this was helpful! Love you!

[cathartidaestimblog]

update 12/1/23!!: going through and reblogging lots of posts ive had saved for a while. most things will not be tagged. be careful !

info: - i try my best to trigger tag things that may affect people (tagged as simply [tag name], like #flashing) - i may spam reblog - let me know if i reblog the same thing multiple times, i dont like to have duplicates but i am forgetful :>

tagging system under the readmore (for myself mostly, but there is a list of potentially triggering tags that you can avoid if necessary ^^) (not fully accurate, i am constantly working on it :>)

my posts: cat speaks, cat stims, faves from saves ocs: ryuuto, nightstrike (a festival i invented for my oc world), toki, talos convian, kit, jason, ink aesthetics: angels, robotcore, fantasy, dark academia, lovecore, halloween, webcore, kittycore, petcore non-oc characters: hu tao, noelle (both genshin), binah (project moon)

type of post: stimboard, gifset, gif, video, audio, textpost, moodboard, long gifset, imageset, image (i also tag the number of gifs in a post, so #2 or #9 just refers to that ^^)

potential warning tags: flashing, eyestrain, glitch, fast, spinning, bright medical, medcore, gore, blood, needles (includes both sewing and medical), pills sharps, knives, weapons, swords bugs, insects, scorpions, spiders, snakes, moths, bees hands, people, eyes, hair horror, body horror, dolls, abandoned (i think thats the tag?) food, drinks, desserts, sweets, meat, chocolate, fake food crosses (like religious symbol crosses), alcohol, skulls, messy, smoking destruction, makeup destruction, cutting, carving, fire colors: rainbow, black, gray, silver, white, red, orange, gold, yellow, green, mint, teal, blue, lavender, purple, cream, tan, brown, pink

textures (?): bright, clear, dark, fur, glass, glow, holo, leather, lights, metal, metallic, paper, plastic, soft, warm, wood, squishy

studio ghibli: ghibli, ponyo, howls moving castle, totoro, soot sprites, calcifer, kikis delivery service, castle in the sky

video games: video games, minecraft, genshin, honkai star rail, pokemon, kirby

vocaloid (and similar): vocaloid, miku, luka, kaito, rin, len, meiko, teto, vflower, synth v, eleanor forte, ferry, eve, ghost and pals, team 6x111

sanrio: sanrio, cinnamoroll, pompompurin, hello kitty, my melody, kuromi

genshin: genshin, layla, diona, diluc, chongyun, xingqiu, tighnari, hu tao

pokemon: pokemon, vaporeon, sylveon, snom, lurantis, mimikyu, rowlet, polteageist, jolteon, pikachu, gengar, raichu, oshawott, tandemaus, sobble, silvally, furret, clodsire, galarian ponyta

unsorted fandoms: loz, mario, rosalina, cheshire cat, animal crossing, honkai star rail, silver wolf, stardew valley

nature: trees, outdoors, rain, storm, sky, clouds, water, ocean, snow, flowers, grass, ice, moss, leaves, sunset, night, frost, rocks, plants, winter

animals: cats, calico, tigers dogs, german shepherds, shiba inu, pitbulls, foxes birds, corvids, crows, ravens, blue jays, owls, barn owls, woodpeckers, geese, canada geese, macaws, ducks, muscovy ducks, penguins, puffins, mallard ducks, seagulls, doves, magpies moths, atlas moths, cecropia moths, death's head hawkmoths, luna moths, rosy maple moths bears, pandas, polar bears fish, koi, goldfish goats, deer, cows, bunnies, mice, opossums, hyenas, snakes

people (?): people, hands, tattoos, hair, eyes, makeup fursuits, handpaws, scalemail fashion, clothing, shoes, jewelry, gloves, rings, corsets, dresses, ties, earrings, flannel, skirts

food: food, cakes, cookies, pancakes, waffles, chocolate, berries, strawberries, peaches, whipped cream, desserts, sweets, fake food, marshmallows, fruits, candy, bread, peanut butter, cupcakes, oreos, cotton candy, meat

drinks: drinks, milk, coffee, boba, taro, tea, hot chocolate, milkshakes, soda, ramune

art: drawing, inking, paint, painting, paint mixing, sewing, brushing, brushes, sculptures, architecture, pens, pencils, writing, paper

slime: slime poking, slime stretching, slime squishing, slime pouring clear slime, cloud slime, floam slime, water slime, clay slime (also used for clay cracking)

technology: keyboards, typing, pc, controllers, tech, mech, machinery, machinery, gears, typewriters

fidgets and stimming: fidget toys, fidget spinners, fidget cubes, fidget tangles, body stims

other: city, streetlamps, anime, indoors, character i dont know, xenogenders, figurines, bandaids, powder, carousel, buttons (includes both sewing buttons and mechanical pressing buttons), hearts, golden hour, sparks, books, coins, swords, crystals, tarot, dice, mothman, bath bombs, chains, lava lamps, plague doctors, digital, melting, forging

[randomstupidchaos]

OC Name Meanings

I was tagged by @talesofsorrowandofruin

I have a lot of different stories to pull from here so we're gonna go with mains only and see how many I cover before 8:30... All name meanings will be from Behind The Name.

Nomadverse:

Sonora: Behind the name says the meaning is uncertain, but I'ma be real here, I 100% picked this name as a joke because Nora is the daughter of a Siren and the play on sound was funny to me.

Malcolm: Irish, Disciple of Saint Columba. Definitely just picked this to call him Mal.

Dustin/Dusty: An English surname based on an old Norse surname that meant Thor's stone. The diminutive is literally someone who is dusty.

The Hidden Stairwell:

Megan: Welsh diminutive of Margaret.

Flynn: Anglicized version of an Irish surname which was derived from the given named Flann which means blood red.

Charlotte/Charlie: French diminutive of Charles, which apparently means either 'Man' or 'Army' depending who you ask.

Thea: According to behind the name, it's the short form of many different names, including Dorothea. I did a separate search on this one 'cause I knew it was more than that. Apparently it's Greek, and means Goddess or Godly.

Philomena: Greek, 'to be loved'

Fractured Starlight:

Robin: Diminutive of Robert, meaning bright/fame.

Kipling/Kip/Winter: He goes by many names... Kipling is an English surname from a place name meaning Cyppel's people. Kip apparently just means kipper, haha. Winter is just the season.

Jessamine: English variant of Jasmine, as in the flower.

Iris: Greek, meaning Rainbow. Also the flower.

Oscar: Old Irish or Old English, depending who you ask. Deer friend, or god spear?

Crossing the Storm:

Gemma/Ailith: Gemma is a medieval Italian name meaning gem. Ailith is... complicated? Something something Old English for noble and war.

Colton: English surname meaning Cola's town.

Aiolos: Greek, Quick-moving/nimble.

Hush:

Virginia: Uncertain, but associated with Virgo/the virgin

Levi: Hebrew, possibly 'joined' or 'attached'.

Nathaniel: Hebrew, God has given.

I think I'm gonna stop there 'cause otherwise I'm not going to be done by my cutoff time. Apparently I use a lot of names based on surnames.

Tagging: @daisyneptune @jealous-rage @gigglebug and anyone else who wants to do this.

[until-the-brahmin-come-home]

Quick doodle of Deer Crossing and his border collie Lady. He is definitely not a con artist and can be trusted around valuables. Lady can also be trusted.

[millythewolf]

Whumptober Day 11

Prompt: Hallucinations Rating: Teen Characters: OCs, Mentioned other people's OCs Tags: Pirates, Prison, Ghosts, Angst, so much angst, missing scene in a sense?, TW: Untreated injuries, TW: Dead Character, TW: Implied Pedophilia, TW: Emotions.

The prison itself was dark and damp. It reeked of rot, whether it be from animals or dead prisoners. It was humid too, though Marcy had no idea how. There was no sunlight in this place, after all.

Marcy's scalp felt like it was on fire, burning and itchy and overall unpleasant. She knew the back of her head was bleeding as well, because when she tried to scratch that itch her hands looked like she had just skinned a deer. Oh, not to mention the bruised and beaten thing.

The first mate just wanted to go home, not rot in a cell.

She missed Randy, and Rosa and the captian as well. She missed the entire crew, really. Marcy didn't even want to think about how many they might have lost at Grimcrest.

"This is not you, Marcy." A familiar voice echoed in the cell.

Her head shot up, glancing around in the dark until a blue figure showed itself. The person had one large braid with a ribbon laced through it, messy clothes and a bloody neck. They were almost completely see through, like some sort of ghost. "Lilith? Now you show your face, huh?" The pirate sneered, and would have crossed her arms if they weren't in shackles.

The floater sighed, and sat against the opposite wall. "Look, once you joined the bandits I couldn't help you anymore. I can't go on their ship Marcy, it's against the code."

"You know very well that isn't what I'm talking about," the tattooed woman growled, but didn't yell, "I'm talking about after I moved to Grimcrest. Where I was in constant danger, and the one time I didn't have Randy with me a man tried to..." She trailed off, snapping her jaw shut. That was years ago, she could get over it. She could.

It wasn't like that fully happened. She was able to fight him off. So why was it so hard for her to get over?

Lilith frowned at her words, a look of pity on her face. Marcy hated it. She always hated pity, she never needed it. It never helped in any situation. "Don't look at me like that." The short-haired woman turned away.

The former Seadog's frown only deepened at the comment. She cared about her student, she really did, but this wasn't what she was here to speak to her about.

"I saw what happened at the Day Festival. You let Randy kill two men, Marcy. This is not what I stand for. Have you forgotten the leasons I've taught you?" Her look of pity turned to a scowl.

"I did not tell him to do that, he did that himself. So don't you dare put the blame on me for it. Besides, they were Armada, they deserved it. You should know that better than anyone." Marcy glared at her, before moving her gaze to the line along her old mentor's neck.

Lilith rolled her eyes, "You let him draw blood, but did not draw blood youself? How is that any fair? Besides that, you fell into a trap, and left your friend's side with no knowaledge of where you had run off to? What is with you, Marcy?"

She was about ready to punch the old Seadog, the woman she used to look up to. It's a shame that would break the code if she did though, as well as her fist. "Don't shame me, woman! I already know I made mistakes, I don't need you to voice them. Just go, get out. Go back to your haunted old ship that nobody fuckin' sees!"

Marcy was seething, not even sitting down anymore as she stood over the spirit like a bear. Without a word, but instead a look of worry, Lilith faded away into a mist before vanishing completely.

The pirate felt tears starting to well up in her eyes, their salty smell a relief from the decay in the dungeon. She hated how much she felt like a scared little kid again in here. Marcy can defend herself now, she didn't have any reason to feel this way.

She fell to her knees, water streaming down her cheeks and into the cracks in the floor. Marcy didn't sob. She stayed quiet, not wanting any guards to hear her moment of weakness and take advantage of it.

Marcy didn't want to be taken advantage of again. Not again.

[rainbowrosegames]

OC/Toons Tags and Links

(will be updated progressively)

Rainbow (Sona); this OC is my main OC and I interact using her! (her outfit varies mainly bc I forget to draw some parts of it, or choose not to. Canon features I might not include sometimes: thug life sunglasses, fireman hat or white fedora, rainbow tie dye t-shirt) Tag: #rainbow tall pink cat

Ref sheet link: N/A

Magical Banana (Rainbow's literal tall goth wife); 10 ft tall when big Toon effect 6 ft normally. Tag: #magical banana

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Doeseph Doestar; my 3rd TTR account Toon, who I made to make a deer pun off of a JJBA character. All 3 deer pun JoJo toons I have don't have their last name, so them and their doodles I cross out the name. Tag: #doeseph or #doeseph doestar

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Doetaro Kudoe Doe Doe the Third; I lost the support email fight for his name so now he is Doe Doe the Third.. Tag: #doetaro or #doetaro kudoe

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Doelyne Kudoe; DOE DOE COG OIL CHANGE AHHHHHH (this is a joke) Tag: #doelyne or #doelyne kudoe

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King!Cross or King!Fresh; go to @ask-king-fresh and usually everything even here that's from Fresh Kingdom AU I tag as #fresh kingdom au

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[kwanisms]

I posted 2,635 times in 2022

That's 1,877 more posts than 2021!

100 posts created (4%)

2,535 posts reblogged (96%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@jinhyun

@changbeens

@songmingisthighs

@jjunis

I tagged 658 of my posts in 2022

#stray kids - 75 posts

#stray kids scenarios - 62 posts

#stray kids imagines - 62 posts

#stray kids smut - 60 posts

#stray kids social media au - 60 posts

#stray kids angst - 60 posts

#hwang hyunjin - 60 posts

#stray kids fluff - 60 posts

#series: hiraeth - 59 posts

#stray kids reactions - 57 posts

Longest Tag: 129 characters

#i cant imagine how stressful and scary it would be to be stranded in a foreign country after your agency cancels your flight home

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

"you can never cross the ocean unless you have the courage to lose sight of the shore"

49 notes - Posted September 6, 2022

#4

Hiraeth Masterlist

➥ 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚 𝐚𝐮

summary: Moon Byeoli lives in Busan with her best friend Jamie Park. Their neighbor is Park Sungjin. Growing up, Byeoli has never really believed in the supernatural, always finding a logical explanation for the things that go bump in the night. Her life is about to be thrown out of control when new neighbors move in across the hall. What will happen when Byeoli befriends them and learns that they aren't exactly... human.

pairing: sungjin x oc x hyunjin

warnings: adult language, alcohol consumption, supernatural themes, implied sexual content, see each chapter for further warnings ⚠️

start date: 2022.09.09

end date: tba

updates every friday and saturday @ 7PM CST

a/n: times and dates DO NOT matter!! all photos are taken from pinterest. all photos used for Moon Byeoli are of Nguyen Thanh Thuy from Instagram. she owns all rights to these photos and I am only using them for entertainment purposes.

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chapters

(pw) partially written | (w) written

prologue 01

01: too fast for ya Bobby Boy (pw)

02: can it Bob the Builder

03: calm down Spanish Inquisition

04: hot damn. howdy 🤠

05: just let things be

06: yeah shut up Jackson

07: …IN HELL????

08: please tell Perry I love him

09: SOS COME IN JIMJAMS

10: watermelon sugar BYE

11: had some deer

12: clear intent

13: tiny star

14: is that a challenge??

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49 notes - Posted September 9, 2022

#3

"if you wish to seduce an angel, you must play the part of a devil"

52 notes - Posted September 7, 2022

#2

All You Have to Do is Ask - k.jh

summary: your boyfriend ruined dinner

pairing: female reader x yesung

genres/themes: idolverse, established relationship, smut (minors dni), fluff at the end, yesung's real name is Jong-hoon (for those that don't know)

wc: 1.5k

warnings: explicit language, graphic sex, mentions of alcohol, slight praise kink, some dirty talk, unprotected sex (use protection!), creampie, and I'm including this in the warnings: Yesung is an older idol, so if the idea of having sex with someone near 40 bothers you, don't read this lmao I'm like 9 years younger than him so it doesn't bother me to read or write for older idols

a/n: hi, this is my first SuJu smut so pls be gentle. SUPER JUNIOR IS A 2ND GEN KPOP GROUP AND AS SUCH, THEY ARE THE OLDEST GROUP I'M WRITING FOR. IF THEIR AGES BOTHER YOU, GO SOMEWHERE ELSE LOL I'M ALMOST 30 SO THEY ARENT MUCH OLDER THAN ME AND IF THAT BOTHERS YOU, GET OFF MY BLOG. We don't accept ageism here. this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only. gif isnt mine. I do not allow reposts or translations of my works. All my works are ©️ kwanisms.

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Ruined. That was the only word for it. Dinner was completely ruined and it was all your boyfriend's fault.

He'd gone out immediately after practice to grab a bottle of wine before coming home to your shared apartment. You had told him you were making your favorite pasta for dinner and were excited for him to try it.

What you hadn't expected was him to come home, bottle of wine in hand only to slam the bottle on the counter and jump you the moment his eyes landed on you.

You should have expected it honestly. You knew your black dress was a little short, barely reaching the middle of your thighs and you can only imagine how frustrated he must have been to immediately start attacking your neck in wet kisses, tongue running over your skin as his hands grabbed the material of your dress in his fists before he pulled you from the stove and turned you against the counter to kiss you properly.

It was only a few moments later he had you bent over the same counter, skirt hiked up, panties ripped off and lying in a mangled mess on the hardwood floor. Your boyfriend stood behind you, one hand on your hip, the other holding your dress in a clenched fist as he thrust into you from behind.

You buried your head in your arm, moans tumbling from your lips as you felt the tip of his cock nudge against your sensitive spot. "Fuck," you heard him curse from behind you, voice barely audible of the sound of skin hitting skin filling the kitchen. "Goddamn, baby," he growled.

You glanced over your shoulder, peering back at Yesung, the sight of him losing himself completely sending more heat to your core and your walls clenched around him, spurring him on. You loved when he gave himself over to pleasure entirely.

The way his brow furrowed, the way he bit his bottom lip as he tried to focus on the quality of his thrusts. It was always quality over quantity with him in everything he did. He preferred to do things right rather than how quickly he could do them.

And that extended into sex with you.

Every angled thrust and slow deep roll of his hips made you see stars from beginning to end. He knew your body. He knew every inch of skin, knew how to tease you, how to draw out the most lewd sounds from you, whether it was with his tongue, his fingers, or his cock.

Your head dropped, a slew of moans and causes falling from your lips as you felt your orgasm approaching. Yesung must have felt it in the way your walls convulsed around him as he continued to pound into you, savoring the sight of himself disappearing inside you.

He hadn't planned on fucking you as soon as he got home. The plan was to take a shower while you finished cooking and then join you for a nice home-cooked meal and a glass of wine but when he saw you in that black dress, the short one that barely covered your ass and left your thighs completely exposed, he just couldn't hold back.

Practice had been particularly rough, tensions high amongst him and the other members as they prepared for their comeback. Heechul had been getting on their nerves, making snarky comments from the side whenever someone got the choreography wrong despite him not even dancing with them.

They had ended practice a little earlier than usual because they were all tired, annoyed, and tense. When Yesung had seen your text that you were making him dinner and asked you to pick up a nice bottle of red, he jumped at the chance to finally unwind after the last few days.

He didn't expect that he'd be fucking his frustrations out but you didn't seem to be complaining with how you moaned out his name, his real name, your hands trying to hold onto something to ground yourself against the onslaught of his hips but the smooth surface of the white marble countertops made that entirely impossible, leaving you to the mercy of his grip.

"You did this on purpose, didn't you?" he growled, voice low and husky. You let out a whimper, shaking your head quickly. "N-no," you stammered, your voice shaky. "I swear I d-didn't."

"Why else would you wear something so short?" he asked, giving you a particularly hard thrust, making you cry out. "If not to tease me, then what? Were you expecting someone else to see?" Yesung grunted, ignoring a bead of sweat that rolled down the side of his face. Though he'd cooled off from practice, here he was sweating all over again.

Though he'd much rather be fucking you than stuck in the practice room with eight other men, all as crabby as he was.

"N-no!" you mewled, letting out a gasp when you felt Yesung's hand grab your hair and tug you back, his other hand moving to cup your chin as he leaned over your back. "Did you expect me to bring home the guys?" he murmured in your ear, sending chills down your spine. "N-no, Jong-hoon, I swear," you squeaked out. You heard him hum in your ear, the hand in your hair moving around to the front of your body, pressing against your stomach, pulling you against him as he continued to thrust into you hard and slow.

"So you'd never wear this for any of them?" he asked, holding back a chuckle when you shook your head. "Never. Only f-for you," you whimpered. "You're such a good girl," he cooed, his voice sweet in contrast with the way his hips moved, driving his cock deeper and deeper into your wet cunt.

"Are you gonna be a good little slut and come for me?" he whispered. You nodded quickly. "I'm gonna cum, Hoonie," you moaned, the nickname making him groan as he let go of your chin and wrapped both arms around you, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he hastily chased his high.

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53 notes - Posted November 3, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

genre: smut, fluff, established relationship, bf!Hongjoong

pairing: Hongjoong × (gn) reader

wc: 963 (we short, so sorry)

warnings: smut (minors dni), cockwarming, slight exhibitionism, semi public, adult language, cuddly Woosan and Yungi, and I think that's it lol

a/n: I'm just catering to my friends who are going thru it over Hongjoong 😌 this one's for you @yoonguurt & @leadinglady17 ♥️

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171 notes - Posted November 28, 2022

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[sanchoyoscribbles]

My tmm ocs as animal crossing villagers! Because it’s very me to combine my current interests like this. I finished this a few days ago but debated posting here or my main (or saving it for an art dump because it’s so messy and quick and the initial body shapes were traced from the og animals ) but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ yknow! I think it’s fun to post messy stuff every now and then. And also I was impatient to show Duck Cara. Because every time I look at her I start laughing. She’s so little and so angry. I could have easily made her a gator since that’s closest to the animal she’s infused with, but the idea of her as a duck was way too funny to me to not do. With Mira and Aqua I went with their og animals, but for the rest it was all Vibes 😌