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yanphobia · 2 years

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Cleithrophobia - Chapter 10

Cleithrophobia: The fear of being trapped.

Pairing: Yandere Male Drider OC x Reader

Warnings (for the entire story): Yandere, Horror, Graphic Discriptions of Injury and Death, Spiders, NonCon Touching, Possible NonCon (depending on reader's interpretation), Implied Female Reader (although it doesn't really factor too heavily into the plot), Extreme Dead Dove Do Not Eat

Chapter 9 Index Chapter 11

Author's Note: I am so, so sorry that it took this long for the chapter to come out! I've been struggling with my mental health and I've been avoiding darker topics like yandere until I was feeling better. But anyway... We're finally reaching the end of our tale! There's one more chapter + an epilogue after this, which I've already began writing. As always, thank you for your support and enjoy!

This story was inspired by cobalt-sphinx's Drider x Reader from Quotev.

If coming here earlier in the night was difficult, then returning was tortuous. You had to focus on whatever self-soothing methods you had learned as you made your way to the clearing. To face him, you would need to be brave, resourceful, clever, and calm. I don’t have to actually make a deal with him, you reminded yourself. I just have to let him think that I will until we can take him down.

You glanced over at Laura, diligently holding onto your arm like you ordered her to. She had a righteous sort of fury in her eyes, but you doubted that she would stay this brave once she saw what Mars looked like. You had to hope that she wouldn’t panic and make things worse.

You glanced up at the night sky and sighed. You had left your lantern at the spot in your haste to get away, but ironically the night sky was so beautiful and clear tonight that you didn’t even need it.

Each step resounded in your head as the clearing came into view. Your throat was so tight that unfortunately your voice cracked when you announced your arrival.

“Mars? It’s me! It’s [Y/N]!” You called out.

No response. But by now you were aware of his ability to stay hidden, and you swore that you could feel him nearby. Taking a step closer to the entrance of the clearing, you tried again.

“Mars, I know you’re here!” You wouldn’t fall for his trap. You wouldn’t enter the clearing and leave yourself vulnerable. But, as you soon found out, you didn’t have to.

Right as you finished speaking, you felt something wet drip onto your forehead. Looking up, you saw Stan’s body suspended high in the trees, his lifeless face illuminated by the moon. His eyes, frozen in shock, stared past you and into eternity. Blood was dripping from the massive gash in his torso, down his twisted neck, past his face and down to the forest floor below. The webs holding him up were stained a dark crimson and reality hit you like a train.

There was never any deal to be made. Mars had decided, once and for all, to act upon the threats that he had been making from the day he met you. He was out for blood, both yours and your loved ones, and you had mistakenly offered yourself and Laura up to him.

Your scream was drowned out by Laura’s cry of anguish. Recklessly, she ran out into the clearing and began shooting blindly into the darkness.

“Get out here, you son of a bitch!” She cried out. “I’ll kill you! I’ll fucking kill you!”

“Laura!” you screamed. “Don’t go out there!” You darted into the clearing and grabbed her roughly, dragging her with you as you ran away to what you believed would be safety. You went back to your original plan from earlier – hide in the house until help arrives. You rushed down the familiar path, heart pounding in your ears, until your feet suddenly stopped beneath you. The momentum caused you to lurch forward, slamming your chest against the ground painfully. You groaned in pain and forced yourself to get up, but without looking you could feel his trap webs holding your calves down. What was worse was realizing that you couldn’t hear Laura anymore, and when you looked behind your shoulder, you saw that you were entirely alone.

You screamed again, in frustration, and tried to pull yourself free.

“Mars! Don’t you dare hurt her!”

You looked forward just in time to see the large form of Mars materializing from the darkness, Laura’s body pressed against his. His pedipalps held her legs, one arm was stretched across her shoulders, and his other hand was gripping her scalp tightly, leaving her neck open and vulnerable. She was crying uncontrollably and her shotgun was nowhere to be found.

He was quiet as he approached, all of his red eyes staring at you with a thinly veiled fury.

“Mars,” you groveled, “please. Let her go... I’ll do anything you want, just let her go!”

“What I want,” he said, with a voice more emotionless than you had ever heard from anyone, “is to ruin your life like how you ruined mine.”

He snapped Laura’s head back further and within seconds he had sunk his fangs deep into the delicate muscles of her throat. She struggled, for an instant, with a wet gurgling sound that you knew would never be able to leave your mind, before Mars threw his head back, taking with him a mouthful of flesh and cartilage. Laura choked out as her blood sprayed out of her gash, coating both of them with it, and Mars maintained eye contact with you as he tossed her corpse to the side.

Then he began to approach you. You screamed, again, and thrashed in your spot, desperate to get as far away from him as humanly possible. When he reached you, he crawled straight over your body, forcing your back against the forest floor.

That was when he kissed you. His tongue forced its way into your mouth where you tasted Laura’s warm blood. His bloody hands snaked their way into your hair as his eyes fluttered closed in bliss. You had no other choice but to stay in place as he manhandled you, openly sobbing as you waited for it to be over. The worst part, you think, was that it didn’t feel like he was actively trying to hurt you.

Eventually, he ran out of breath. He stopped kissing you and simply rested his forehead against yours, just like your first meeting a lifetime ago. Your crying had subsided a bit as well, with you being too exhausted to continue. He breathed out your name, so quiet that you barely heard it, and you forced yourself to open your eyes. His remained closed, and there was a sort of peace over his features that shocked you. How could he possibly be content with himself after everything he had done?!

The two of you stayed there for a moment before he spoke again.

“[Y/N]… I lo-”

He was interrupted by the sounds of police sirens in the cruelest joke that nature could’ve ever played. His eyes snapped open as he looked to the source of the sound. You watched in abject terror as the realization of what you had planned to do dawned on his face, and immediately his rage returned. His hands grabbed your shoulders as he stood up, taking you with him. No matter how hard to struggled, you could not break free of his grasp.

“We’re going home.”

You cried out and struggled harder as he threw you over his shoulder and took off through the dark woods. He moved so quickly and so silently that you had to keep screaming in the vain hopes that the police would be able to track your location.

He continued to run, past your clearing and past his den, and you realized that he was taking you to the older one. No, that’s... that’s too far away! No one will ever find me there!

All of your pleas fell on deaf ears, and soon enough you were in the area where Mars had threatened to kill you before. The immense regret that you felt that all he had predicted had come to pass was the thing to truly break you. He stood before the entrance to his den and hoisted you up over his head. You looked up above to the stars, knowing that this will be the last time you ever saw them, before he unceremoniously threw you into the darkness below.

#yandere stories #yandere fiction #yandere #yandere x darling #yandere male #yandere drider #drider oc x reader #drider x reader #drider #tw yandere #yandere writing #yandere oc x reader #terato x reader #terato #cleithrophobia

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kosmicpowers · 1 year

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Hi, Hey there!

I've had this blog up for a few weeks so I figured I'd introduce myself. Not gonna reveal my actual name for security reasons but just call me Kosmic.

I currently live in the USA (Unfortunately). I'm genderfluid and really don't care what pronouns I am referred to with as long as they're not it/it's. I'm also an aspiring writer but for now I mostly just write fanfiction. Mostly Saint Seiya related obviously though I've been working on other stuff.

You can find my AO3 account here:

I've also been working on art but I'm still a beginner.

I try to be a nice person. (Though I'm not sure if I'm good at it because I can't stop swearing.) I don't accept racism, ableism, bullying, kin exclusionists or gatekeeping, misogyny, homophobia or anything anti-lgbt...

Yeah, Just don't be a dick. It's not hard.

Also don't be a sicko, no pedophila or zoophilia.

Some other stuff about me in case you care:

I'm a minor, don't be a creep.

I have ADHD, tend to hyperfixate on weird stuff. Then again a lot of people on this website do. Just saying I'm not one to judge people when I think about my interests.

I'm agnostic but I'm not going to crap on anyone for having a religion, as long as you're not a Jehovah's Witness. Screw those abusive idiots.

My hobbies are reading, writing, drawing, playing retro games, creating OCs, watching documentaries, and staying up at three AM regretting all of my life's choices

My favorite shows are: Saint Seiya (1986), Saint Seiya: The Lost Canvas, Ronin Warriors, Ranma 1/2, My Little Pony Friendship is Magic, Astro Boy, Jetter Mars, Sonic Prime, Sonic X, Beastars, Thundercats (both 1986 and 2011), Futurama, Kimba the White Lion, Cowboy Bebop, To Kai Watch, Captain Scarlet, Black Jack, Samurai Jack, Ampanman, The Amazing World of Gumball, Don't Hug Me I'm Scared, Danger Mouse, Kamen Rider, Super Sentai (AKA Power Rangers)

My favorite movies: the Guardians of the Galaxy trilogy, AKIRA, the Barbie movie (don't judge), Godzilla, Plague Dogs, Spirited Away, My Neighbor Totoro, Saint Seiya: Legend of the Crimson Youth, Chirin's Bell, The amazing Spider-Man, Toy Story 3, The Iron Giant, Into the Spiderverse, also as of now gotta add the FNAF movie

Favorite video games: Sonic the Hedgehog series, Phantasy Star 4, Columns, Panel De Pon, Mega Man, PulseMan, Mario Kart 8, Pokemon: Legends Arceus, Animal Crossing, Earthbound, Poyo Poyo/Mean Bean Machine, Sin and Punishment, Harvest Moon, Star Fox

Favorite Bands/Musical Artists: Jack Stauber, Daft Punk, Lemon Demon, Caravan Palace, Tally Hall, Miura Ayme, Rammstein, The Living Tombstone, Rare Americans, Nirvana, Rammstein, Witchfinder General, Gorillaz

Favorite books: The Golden Compass, The Most Dangerous Game, Magnus Chase, Heros of Olympus (or basically anything by Rick Riordan), Death Note, Beastars (manga), Inuyasha, The Lovely Bones (I fucking cried so hard), MAUS (Made me cry harder), City of Ember, Journey to the West, Most classic creepypastas mainly "Abandoned by Disney" (YES. I know they're not books), Cells at Work, AKIRA (Manga)

So... Um... Yeah.

I like to talk with people about my interests so don't be afraid to give me a message. (As long as it doesn't promise "hot singles" in my area, I'm not that stupid.)

Updates:

I have a discord under the name robotic carnival and a side blog Tezuka Brainrot.

I am fictokin of: Cobalt from Astro Boy mainly.

Partially:

Mars from Jetter Mars.

Jibanyan from Yo Kai Watch

Rika from Phantasy Star.

Akane Tendo and Ryoga Hibbikki from Ranma 1/2

Cygnus Hyoga, Pegasus Seiya, and Aquarius Camus from Saint Seiya.

And the flag on my profile picture is ADHD flag.

Cringe and proud. ♥️

My husbandos are Doctor Yamanoue and Doctor Kawashimo from Jetter Mars, Phoenix Ikki from Saint Seiya, James/Kojiro from Pokemon, and Rune from Phantasy Star.

I can't beat Zio PLZ someone tell me how.

I am pro Palestine and I will accept no support of genocide.

I am neutral on the Joe Hawley situation as he has done terrible things yet does not deserve to be hacked or harassed.

Also ship discourse and fanfiction censorship discourse is dumb I don't care anymore. And regret my past actions. Don't harass over stuff you don't like but also tag your shit. You can't complain about people judging you if you are irresponsible about keeping it where it belongs.

#intro post #too long

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practically-an-x-man · 6 months

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4, 8, 9, 11, 14, 18, 23 for Gia and Eris

Thank you!! Dude you're seriously my saving grace on this, I've been waiting all night to get asks for this one :D

OC Ask Game Time

4) What color or colors do you most associate with your OC?

Eris: Gold, ochre, crimson, and cobalt - the sorts of colors you'd see in ancient paints, historical signs of power, and the color of blood

Gia: Clover green, of course, but also a soft tulip pink and perhaps an earthy brown. Life, growth, new beginnings.

8) Greatest strength and greatest flaw about your OC?

Eris: Their greatest strength is their resilience. Above everything else, he will push through the struggles and survive. His greatest flaw is probably their emotional constipation, since it both damages the social bonds she does have and prevents them from making those connections in the first place.

Gia: Her greatest strength is her kindness. She's one of those people who's been through hell and never ever shows it, she's always got a kind word and a couch to crash on for those that need it. Her greatest flaw is her timidity - she's afraid of being crushed by life again, so she doesn't ever take risks, she lives by the same routine day-in and day-out.

9) What is your OC’s greatest wish/dream/goals?

Eris: Doesn't have a lot of long-running dreams or hopes, they really tend to take life as it comes and not worry much about what could be. If he's got one larger goal, it's to eventually abolish all human slavery in the world (through any, and she means any, means necessary). If they've got a smaller goal, it's to make their life with Rick as long and pleasant as they can while he's still around.

Gia: She just wants to live a normal life, and to put all this HYDRA business behind her. Her aspirations are mostly limited to keeping her shop comfortably afloat (perhaps to the point that she can hire someone to keep things running when the clover goes through a rough patch and she gets sick) and having enough left over for coffee and new books and maybe a few Broadway tickets.

11) What actor or voice actor do you see best playing as your OC?

Eris: I'm still torn between May Calamawy and Alia Shawkat, I like May's overall look a little better (and she'd get those fight scenes right for sure) but Alia has the freckles and I really see Eris with freckles like that

Gia: Zyra Gorecki! She's an amputee in real life, and she's got the right look for Gia outside that too

14) What about any siblings, do they have any and is their relationship good?

Eris: Doesn't have any "siblings" per say, but Diana/Wonder Woman is a bit like a cousin. She's always been seen as the golden child, always fighting for the good of humanity and all that, and Eris just tends to avoid her as much as he can. They don't really think about her all that much, but they do get annoyed to be compared to her. It's the one competition he's never been able to get ahead in, Diana will always be the better hero even if Eris ends up making more of a difference in the world as a whole.

Gia: I didn't imagine her with any siblings at first, but this question has got me thinking about it a little more... I could see her with an older sibling, maybe - they were close growing up, and the sibling set off for their big aspirations about the time Gia ended up in HYDRA, sibling thought she died and she was afraid to reconnect because so much had changed... I guess I'm seeing it a bit like your Siv and Esme dynamic. I need to think more on it, work out all the details.

18) What is your OC’s greatest fear?

Eris: I think they are genuinely, irrevocably terrified of time and don't even realize it. I mean, think about it - he leaves one country for another, comes back after what feels like only a few years to find that everyone she knew is dead, the cities don't look the same, the rules are different and they can never go back to what they remember.

So they leave that place... and every other place is like that. All they can do is bounce around in this same dance - so they're drawn to war because bloodshed is always the same, except then it's not, then there are guns and drones and battles fought through computers and the art of war is just another memory.

The only place that could ever be constant is Themyscira, and he doesn't want to go back there. It's both better and worse once he meets Rick: she's perpetually reminded of how fleeting time is, with his human lifespan, yet is encouraged to appreciate each individual day and year more than they did before (which lessens the feeling of time slipping away from them)

Gia: She's terrified of death, plain and simple. She came close to death too many times in HYDRA, and having her life force separated from her feels oddly more vulnerable than having it tied to her body - it's one thing to know that any car accident or stray bullet could end her life, it's another to think that someone could burn down her flower shop when she's not even home, and leave her screaming like she's on fire in the middle of the grocery store. It takes a lot to convince her to leave her shop at all, especially for longer than a few hours, since she's so afraid of something happening to her clover.

23) Is your OC religious and what religion? If it’s a fictional religion for your story please give a summary of the core teachings of their faith?

Eris: Grew up on Themyscira, which I suppose is somewhere between Ancient Greek and Modern Hellenistic, but has a general knowledge of most of the world's religions. She doesn't actively believe in any real higher power herself, but she's got a bit of an academic appreciation for how different parts of the world see religion.

Gia: This is another thing I'm torn about - I see her growing up in a highly academic, scientific family, which is part of how she ends up getting into HYDRA, so I don't feel like she'd grow up around religion. But I also think it could be interesting if she is religious, at least as an adult.... with nothing else to do while stuck in HYDRA, she found herself praying for her life, and surviving where the other test subjects died felt to her like a divine forgiveness. I think she'd have a very complicated grasp on religion, and I think it could be really fun to explore, but since I'm not religious myself I still need to try and work out all the kinks first

#my friends!!!#answered asks #ask game #my ocs #oc eris #gia pantazis

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table-turf · 1 year

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forgot to post this anywhere back then but I made this poster with my team for Eggstra Work! Tried to evoke the vibes of some official promo art with the lineless

#my art #splatoon #splatoon 3 #splatoon fanart #fanart #salmon run #eggstra work #cobalt's friends #oc: cobalt crimson

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skshksxd · 2 years

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they continue to be stuck on my mind (inspirations under the cut)

#splatoon #agent 4 #agent 8 #agent 3 #neo agent 3 #oc tags ->#emerald #crimson #cobalt #vermilion #// agent 4 swagapino so true #also for the record all of them are transgender one way or another

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leighias-things · 1 year

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Okay y'all! I'm making some more rainbow friends ocs and I have no ideas for colors

Here's the color ideas!

For red

Cherry

Rose

Jam

Merlot

Garnet

Crimson

Ruby

Scarlet

Wine

Brick

Apple

Berry

Currant

Blush

For orange

Tangerine

Marigold

Cider

Rust

Ginger

For green

Juniper

Sage

Lime

Fern

Moss green

For blue

Lapis blue

Light blue

Baby blue

Cobalt

#rainbow friends oc

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verai-marcel · 2 years

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Inexplicably Inevitable (RDO Fanfic, Part 1 of 2, 18+)

Summary: Min and Everett have finally solidified their relationship, only to have a ghost from their past come up and rattle everything they thought they knew.

Author’s Notes: I really, really, didn’t want to just leave Mateo like that. So I gave him a happy ending too. I mean, honestly, this fic is just an excuse to write some MxM and MxMxF smut.

Tags: OC x3, MM, MFM, FM, bisexual, feels, angst, smut, double vaginal penetration, HEA

AO3 Link is here.

Word Count: 5953

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1894, Somewhere in Central California

“Run! Don’t look back—”

Blood exploded from Mateo’s back as he fell to the ground.

The world stopped. Min couldn’t even breathe as she waited for him to get up and call her name, but his body lay unmoving in the crimson-stained grass.

A bullet grazed her arm and another grazed her side, the burning sensation pulling her out of her shock. For now, she needed to survive. She wouldn’t be able to save anyone if she was dead.

So she ran.

***

The Diablos Locos gang had been terrorizing small towns up and down the small valley near Owens Lake. Enough chaos had been caused that Everett had been sent here to investigate. He had built up a reputation in the past seven years as a man who could get a job done, albeit often with a lot of messy consequences. But he didn’t care what others thought. He saved lives, and if a few criminals ended up dead while he was doing it, then so be it.

So when he was sent on a mission, he knew that the upper brass didn’t care about how it was done, as long as the menace was stopped. They gave him the usual lecture: to take as many men alive as possible and to let the court handle their lives. All he had to do was deliver them.

He knew better than to take on the gang himself; after all, he was only one man, and they were many more than one.

However, he had heard from the sheriff of Keeler that the gang had been seen going south, away from the area. Everett decided to go and find their hideout; perhaps they truly had moved on, but his gut feeling said that it was unlikely.

He trekked through the forests while riding Cobalt, his trusted horse. Finding their trail, he worked backwards to their hideout, nestled in a particularly thick copse of trees. As he approached, the smell of death and gunsmoke invaded his nose. Wrapping his bandana around his face, he looked around and was a little surprised to find dead bodies littering the area.

After making sure that there was no one left alive inside of the abandoned campground, he walked around the perimeter, spiraling outwards as he checked each body for any sign of life. So far all of them were dead.

He came across the last one. Unlucky fellow had been shot in the back. Probably accidentally by one of his own men, it seemed. He squatted down and looked at the revolver that the man had been holding. It was a navy revolver, blued steel and in great condition. He reached down to take the gun from the man’s hand.

The grip on the gun tightened.

Everett tore the gun out of his grasp and pointed it at the man's head. “You’re alive?”

“Barely,” the man rasped.

Everett sighed. Sticking the revolver in his belt, he toed the man onto his side, eliciting a pained groan.

“Who are you?”

“Are you one of the Diablos?” the man asked in reply, wheezing as he spoke.

While Everett didn’t generally like being asked a question in response to one of his, the man’s tone struck him differently; this was no gang member. He decided to answer truthfully. “No, I’m a ranger.”

The man strained to look at him as if he was trying to focus. “Did you find a woman here?”

Everett blinked. “No, I didn’t.”

“Good. She got away,” the man muttered before he slumped over, his eyes closed.

Surprised, Everett checked his pulse to see if he was still breathing. While it was shallow and weak, the man was still alive.

“I don’t know why the hell I’m doing this,” he muttered as he rolled the man back onto his stomach and examined his wound. It was as if the bullet had ricocheted off a rock and angled upwards, grazing across his back and shoulder. He’d lost a lot of blood and his back would be scarred, but the wound itself wasn’t deep and the bullet had never penetrated muscle.

He sighed and hauled the man over his shoulder and whistled for his horse.

***

Mateo woke up feeling two things: confused as to why he was on the back of a horse, and relieved that he, despite his massive mistake of turning his back on the enemy, was still alive.

He only groaned as his attempt at movement was met with a flowering of pain in all parts of his body.

"You should've stayed asleep," a voice said beside him. The tone was sympathetic yet teasing, and he recognized it as belonging to the man who claimed he was a ranger. Mateo wanted to ask more questions, but his throat was drier than the Mojave Desert. He only coughed and wheezed.

"You can talk once we get to the river. I need to wash out your wounds before we head north to Lone Pine. They got a doctor there."

Mateo was touched that a stranger would go so far to help him. Most people would have left him to die.

They reached the river after another hour of traveling, Mateo drifting in and out of consciousness. The man helped him down from the horse and half-carried him to the river.

“You’re going to have to take off the shirt. It’s going to hurt,” the man said, already setting him down on a rock near the water’s edge.

Mateo quietly unbuttoned his shirt and peeled it off, grimacing with pain as the cloth tore at his skin where the blood had dried.

The man had refilled his canteen full of water. “Give me your bandana.”

Mateo wordlessly untied the bandana around his neck and handed it to him. He watched as the man soaked it with water and settled himself behind him. The initial slap of cold water on his skin was shocking, but then as the man began to wash the blood from his back, Mateo was even more shocked by how gently he washed him.

“So, what's your name?"

Mateo nearly told him, but not knowing the current situation, he opted for a half-truth. “Leon,” he answered, using his middle name.

“You got a last name?”

“Ortega.” It was the last name of his mother. Until he got to know this man better, he’d go by this name. He technically wasn’t lying; his full name was Matthew Leon Delgado y Ortega.

“Sorry we couldn't meet under better circumstances. I'm Everett Osborn.”

“Well, thank you for helping me, Mr. Osborn.”

“Just call me Everett. Otherwise it sounds like you’re talkin’ to my pa.”

Mateo let out a short bark of laughter, and then winced in pain.

“Take it easy there,” Everett said softly. “I’m almost done, then we can get you to the doc.”

***

Mateo woke to an unfamiliar room, laying on his side. Groggy as hell, he blinked away the sleep and pushed himself up from the hard cot. His back and shoulders protested, but he forced himself to sit up. Scratching his short beard, he noticed that he was bandaged, his shirt hanging on the chair next to the bed. He vaguely remembered being taken to the doctor and getting stitched up while in a painful delirium. Then his memory became even murkier, only remembering being taken through the woods in the dim light of sunset. This place must be where they had ended up.

The door creaked open. Everett entered the room with an empty basin and clean bandages.

"Thank you," Mateo said gratefully. He honestly had not expected the man to stick around after stopping by the doctor's.

Everett shrugged as put the basin down on the ground before he sat down in the chair, scooting it as close to the bed as possible. "Don't thank me yet. I need to change your bandages."

Mateo quietly allowed him to remove the bloodied strips of linen, wincing when they pulled away from his damaged skin. Despite the man's rough appearance, his hands were warm, brushing across his chest and back with the gentle familiarity of a lover.

"You said you're a ranger," Mateo said after a while.

Everett nodded. "I did."

Mateo turned his eyes onto him and really looked at him. He had bright cornflower blue eyes beneath a stern brow, focused on his work. His lips were curved down in a concentrated frown as he steadily removed all of his bandages. His brown hair was parted on one side and looked feathery light to the touch. He had a strong jaw and a slightly crooked nose, as if he'd been punched in the face one too many times.

Not finding anything else to say, he just watched the man as he picked up the basin and stood up. The man was tall, broad shouldered, and definitely looked tired.

"I'll come back with a poultice for your wounds. Your back is goin' to scar somethin' fierce."

Mateo shifted and immediately winced.

“Don’t move, you’ll tear open everything,” the man said as he left, leaving the door slightly ajar. Mateo could hear water sloshing and the soft crackle of a campfire outside.

After a little while, he heard the steady pounding of a mortar and pestle, the scent of mashed herbs wafting inside.

Unable to do anything else, he surveyed the room. It couldn’t even be considered a cabin; it was more of a shelter, just a place to rest before heading onwards. Other than the bed and the chair, there was only one small table that appeared to double as a nightstand, right next to the bed. There was a small pile of firewood stacked up in the corner, and next to that, a saddle with some saddlebags.

Mateo’s gun and satchel lay on top of the saddle, well out of reach.

As he considered getting up and risking additional injury to get his things, he heard the man shuffle around outside and reconsidered.

The door opened. “Get on your belly,” Everett ordered curtly.

Normally a direct order would irk Mateo, but something in the man’s tone made him obey. He was helping him, after all. The least he could do was follow instructions.

Expecting the usual sting of antiseptics, he was surprised to feel a cooling feeling on his skin, making the sting more manageable. Under the man’s skilled hands, he relaxed.

“So what were you doing out there?” Everett asked after a while.

Mateo wasn’t expecting the question. He paused for a few moments, but figured it wouldn’t hurt to tell him a partial truth. “I was hoping to get at least one of the gang members for a bounty, make a quick buck. Didn’t realize I’d run into their whole gang up there.”

His answer was met by a soft hum, tinged with suspicion. “And you brought a woman with you?”

“She’s as good a fighter as any man,” he replied.

Everett snorted. “Sure.”

Mateo turned his head to glare at him, ignoring the pain in his shoulder. “She could outshoot most men. She’ll be better than me one day.”

The ranger nodded and gently pressed the poultice on a new spot on his back. "Alright, I believe you." After a few moments of silence, he spoke again. "She’s your lover," he stated.

"Yes," Mateo answered without hesitation.

Everett continued to press the poultice against his wounds. "Must be nice," he said wistfully.

Mateo glanced at the man, who seemed to be lost in his own head for the time being. He left him alone while he stewed in his own thoughts. He couldn't go after Min until he was healthy enough to travel.

A small voice in his head wondered if she was even still alive, but he quickly shut down that thought. She was a fighter. A whole posse couldn't take her down.

At least, that was what he hoped.

***

The posse had been chasing her south for days. She had managed to hide well enough for now, but she needed to truly rest. She was slow to heal because she kept running, kept moving, and tore open her wounds over and over again.

***

Everett regarded the man lying in his cot with a mix of admiration and suspicion. He got the feeling the man was mostly telling the truth; he most likely was some kind of bounty hunter. The two things he found odd were that he had a woman with him, and that he paused before telling him his name.

The name was likely fake.

But in the end, that didn't matter. He had clearly been the one to take out most of the dead bodies at the hideout. After seeing his location compared to where the dead bodies had fallen, it was apparent that he was defending a position. The only reason he could have been shot in the back is if he had turned around.

And Everett had the feeling this woman was the reason.

Women shouldn’t be in places where they’re getting shot at, he thought. A woman should definitely know how to protect herself, but for goodness sake, keep them in a safe place.

He looked down at Leon, sleeping soundly on his side, bandages all clean. Without thinking, he reached out and brushed the dark brown waves from his face.

The sleeping man was almost too pretty, with his thick eyelashes and full lips. If not for the short beard, Everett would have been confused.

Hell, he was confused now, for he wanted to lean in and brush his lips against the curve of his.

He shook his head at the notion. He wasn’t against the idea; he had just never thought of the idea in the first place. So far, all of his pleasurable dalliances had been with women.

Everett turned away and got himself settled, unfurling his bedroll beside the bed and laying down, setting aside his errant thoughts. Or at least he tried, but the last thing on his mind was the lonely look in Leon’s eyes and the soft smile on those kissable lips.

***

A week passed, and every day had been the same. In the morning, Everett had woken him up and changed his bandages, and then taken off to patrol the nearby area with a promise that he’d be back before sunset and an order to stay until he was healed. Mateo was starting to feel like an injured pet, being fed and taken care of while having nothing expected of him other than to obey the command to stay.

For the first couple of days, even getting up and shuffling around the small cabin was enough to make him break out into a sweat and breathe heavily. He had dragged himself back to the bed and slept for most of the day after that. But each day, he grew stronger, with Everett’s stew helping him regain his strength. The man was surprisingly good with herbs and hunting. Not that he couldn’t do the same, but he just didn’t have the energy to lift a knife, let alone track and hunt down a rabbit.

Every day when Everett returned, they talked. They traded tales of shootouts, the craziest criminals they had ever come across, and the interesting people they had met over the years. And every night, Everett would help him back into the bed and tell him good night before settling down on the bed roll on the ground, like some kind of loyal guard dog.

By day six, Mateo was mostly up and about, helping to clean around the place. He would dress any dead game that Everett would give him before he left to do ranger things. Mateo never asked what he did, and Everett didn’t talk too much about it. Instead, they just argued about how well Mateo was doing, or in Everett’s eyes, how well he wasn’t doing.

“I can see your left shoulder is still stiff,” the ranger groused after coming back from his patrol on the seventh day.

Mateo paused for a moment, feeling the strain in his shoulder before promptly ignoring it. “I’m fine,” he mumbled as he continued to stir the stew in the cracked dutch oven that hung precariously over the campfire. The three jury-rigged branches holding the old pot shifted slightly as he stirred.

Without looking up from the pot, Mateo could hear the man sigh as he set down his haversack and walked over to him. Quietly, Everett sat beside him and gently took the spoon from his hand, his fingers brushing over his hand ever so lightly along the way.

Mateo finally turned to him, wanting to put up a fight, but one stern look from the blue-eyed ranger quelled his urge to protest. Like a sullen child, he leaned back and sat next to him, shoulder to shoulder, refusing to move aside out of spite.

That, and he didn’t want to admit that the comforting warmth of sitting next to Everett was what he needed at the moment, especially with his deep-seated anxiety starting to take hold of him.

I need to find Min. She’s out there, all alone…

Mateo let out a pained groan. I don’t know where she is. I know she’s alive. She has to be. I can’t…

His mind blanked and he buried his face into his hands.

“Leon?”

He could hear Everett distantly calling for him, but his heart kept racing as an uncontrollable terror overwhelmed him. Everyone you love dies on your watch. You can’t protect anyone.

“Leon!”

Everett’s hand on his shoulder and his stern voice brought him back to reality. He swallowed hard, his mouth dry. “I’m fine,” he rasped.

“You’re lyin’,” Everett growled as he handed him a canteen. Mateo gratefully took a drink, clutching the canteen and staring at the scratches in the leather as he tried to calm down. It took a few moments for him to realize that Everett hadn’t stopped touching him; in fact, the man had pulled him close and was gently rubbing his shoulder.

For a long time, Mateo had been the one to comfort others, to be strong when everything else fell apart. His older brother had always pushed him to be a strong, independent man, and never gave him a moment to be weak. He was grateful for that, because he had to be strong for Min, who was younger and naive to the ways of the world. Even while he was growing up, he had to protect his village, protect his mother, get revenge for his father’s death…

To have someone take care of him for a change was both a strange experience and a welcomed one. Everett’s soft touch on his arm, the warmth of his body as he sat next to him, the sun setting over their little camp, and the smell of the stew cooking, all of these things made him feel safe, and not because he had fought for it.

This feeling of safety was because Everett was here.

***

The man probably hadn’t realized that he was shaking ever so slightly. Looking at him, Everett couldn’t help himself. He pulled Leon’s head into the crook of his shoulder and gently took the canteen from his tight grip.

“C’mon. Let’s get some food down, then you can rest for the night. Alright?”

“Alright,” Leon mumbled.

He looked down and let go of his head, just as Leon looked up at him.

A thought crossed his mind like lightning across a pitch black sky. The wavy hair, the warm brown eyes that reminded him of a puppy, and those lips that he couldn’t stop staring at.

The crash of the dutch oven falling onto the fire broke the whimsical spell. Pulling back, Leon seemed to regain himself. “Shit, let’s get the pot off the fire. Food’s probably cooked well enough anyway.”

Everett nodded, getting his gloves and lifting the pot away to set it down nearby. They ate quietly, but this time, there was a tension that Everett could feel viscerally, deep down. It pulled at his heart every time he looked over at the other man.

“You got some food on your face,” he said, automatically reaching out to wipe it away from the corner of Leon’s mouth.

When the man’s tongue flicked out at the same time, brushing against the pad of his thumb, he paused. Leon’s eyes widened in surprise and then fluttered close as Everett gently caressed his lip, unable to stop himself from touching him. He noted how elegant his eyelashes were, how soft his lips were. The short beard that Leon had grown could not hide the shape of his jaw and his cheek. Cupping his face with one hand, Everett began to lean in, as if led by instinct.

“I… I think I should go rest in bed,” Leon mumbled, but stayed still, his cheek remaining in Everett’s grasp.

Feeling like a bucket of cold water got dumped on him, Everett stopped his advance, but didn’t move back. Instead, he stayed where he was and watched as Leon subtly leaned his head into his touch for a moment more before he got up and fled back to the bed inside the lean-to.

So I’m not the only one attracted, Everett thought, looking down at his hand in wonder.

***

Mateo clutched his chest as he lay in bed, trying to calm his pounding heart. He had wanted to stay with Everett so badly that it had frightened him. Was he that lonely? What about Min? She was out there, all alone. He should be looking for her, not yearning for another man’s touch.

And yet whenever he looked into Everett’s cornflower blue eyes, his worries melted into the sky. Something about the man made him feel like everything would end up alright and that if he just took things one day at a time, things would work out.

Just as he was contemplating why he felt that way, the object of his ruminations walked through the door carrying a bucket of water and a scrap of cloth.

“Time to change your bandages, Leon,” Everett said softly.

Taking a deep breath to calm himself, Mateo sat up and removed his shirt and set it aside. Everett sat behind him and began to slowly remove the bandages, dried blood flicking off his skin. He sat docile as a lamb while he was being unwrapped, and continued to stay still when Everett took the warm washcloth to his back.

“You’re looking a lot better,” Everett remarked as he carefully wiped around his wounds. “How do you feel?”

“Alive,” Mateo answered quietly. His heart was still thumping harder than it should have been. He turned to face him. “Thank you. Truly. You didn’t have to do any of this.”

One corner of Everett’s lips quirked up, a wry grin that Mateo was starting to find effortlessly charming. “Didn’t feel right leaving you there,” he replied. “Besides, it’s been nice to have someone to talk to these past few days. Been travelin’ alone for far too long.”

Mateo only hummed in agreement as Everett continued to wash his back. When his hands settled on his hips and didn’t leave, Mateo looked over his shoulder.

Their eyes met.

“Should I help wash the rest of you?” Everett asked, his voice low and husky as if his throat had gone dry.

Mateo swallowed hard. “Only if you want to.”

The blue in Everett’s eyes deepened. “I do.”

***

Everett couldn’t stop himself from staring as Leon slowly stood up to undo the buttons on his pants, letting them fall to the ground in a heap. His short drawers came next, and suddenly before him was something akin to a work of art that one might see carved in marble in one of the big cities. Leon’s form was unmistakably masculine, yet there was something graceful, lean, and just damn beautiful in the way he held himself.

Swallowing hard, Everett knelt down to soak and wring out the washcloth before slowly wiping down his legs and his thighs. He stood as he moved the washcloth to Leon’s backside. Leaning forward to brush his lips against the shell of his ear, Everett whispered, “Just let me know when you want me to stop.”

“Keep going,” Leon answered in a hushed rasp.

Everett ran the cloth over his backside, teasing the cleft as he washed him. Pleased by the soft moan escaping Leon’s lips, he continued, holding his hip with his other hand as he worked his way around to his front. Glancing downwards over Leon’s shoulder, Everett could see the man’s shaft jutting out.

“Glad to see you’re enjoying this,” Everett stated, gently reaching down to wash around his cock, teasing him around the base.

Leon only moaned softly in response.

Everett’s hand moved from his hip to his chest, pulling the man against his body as he tossed the cloth back into the basin. Spitting into his other hand, he reached down and gripped Leon’s cock. He started a slow stroke, making sure to curve his hand around the head every once in a while.

Leon’s hands gripped Everett’s thighs, tight enough to make him wince, but he kept stroking the man, finding his own pleasure from watching Leon reacting to his touch.

“Everett,” Leon gasped, his hips thrusting into his hand.

“That’s it, that’s right, just let go, let it all go,” Everett murmured, holding him up with one arm around his chest, his lips brushed against the shell of his ear.

Leon let out a wordless shout as he spent himself in Everett’s hand, thrusting powerfully and spilling his essense onto the floor. When he finished, he sagged against him, his heartbeat palpable against his chest. Everett gently brought him down to the bed, sitting next to him as he leaned against his shoulder, huffing and puffing for air.

“‘Rett,” he sighed, and smiled up at him with a satisfied look in his eyes. Everett’s heart shifted and he held the man just a little tighter while his head drooped tiredly against his shoulder. He quietly waited until Leon had enough energy to look up at him once more. “What about you?”

Everett blinked. “What about me?”

Leon’s eyes didn’t break contact as he slid one hand towards the button fly of Everett’ pants. He let out a shuddered breath as Leon undid each button with an unbearable slowness before he pulled out his hard cock, stroking him tentatively.

“Keep goin’,” Everett rumbled.

Leon’s eyes softened, and he smiled so beguilingly that Everett nearly came from that alone. However, he held himself together and watched in a delicious lust-filled haze as Leon spit in his own hand before stroking him just like he had done.

It felt so damn good, feeling Leon’s hand around him, seeing his half-lidded look of satisfaction as he pleased him.

“Does it feel good?” Leon asked, a teasing smile on his lips.

“Hell yes, it feels so damn good,” Everett breathed. “Faster, I’m close.”

Leon obliged, stroking him faster, tightening his grip and reaching down with his other hand to massage his balls.

“Oh, Leon,” Everett moaned as he came. He reached out and grabbed his jaw before pulling him in for a scorching, dominating kiss.

Leon was surprised, but quickly returned the heat in kind, their tongues fighting for dominance until Everett finally pulled back and held Leon’s hand.

“Stop, stop, I’m all spent,” he said, laughing. Leon laughed with him as he let go of him and pulled away.

“Now look at me,” Leon said, holding up his hand, wet with Everett’s spend. “I guess you’ll have to clean me up again.”

Everett just shook his head and gave him a wry grin. “Spoiled, that’s what you are.”

***

“Ready to go?”

“Yeah, I got everything.”

Mateo let Everett take his bag and pack it on Cobalt’s saddle along with the rest of his own things. He and Everett hadn’t spoken about the previous night’s… activities, but he felt a connection with him, a comfortable feeling that stayed with him like a warm blanket.

They set off together, back to the town of Keeler to look for Paco, Mateo’s horse. Everett led his horse by the reins and walked beside Mateo, their hands brushing every once in a while. With every fleeting touch, Mateo’s determination waned. He had planned to go his own way after they found his horse to look for Min. He hadn’t told Everett that yet, of course.

When he had tried to bring up the topic of leaving on his own before, Everett had insisted on going with him, at least back to Keeler.

“I have to talk to the sheriff there anyway, find out if there’s any news about the Diablos Locos gang recently,” Everett had said.

Mateo had just acquiesced, but he was already plotting how to sneak away once he had his horse. He felt guilty for wanting to stay with Everett while also looking for Min. Maybe Everett could come with him—

No. That would make things extra awkward. He could just imagine the conversation:

Why yes Min, I had relations with another man, but only with our hands. No, I won’t share you. Unless you want to—

He quickly shook his head of the thought before the surge of heat made its way to his loins. Even the mere flash of a mental image of having Min between him and Everett was enough to make his breath catch. He had never wanted another lover, let alone share his current one, but for some reason he thought it could be possible with Everett.

“You alright?”

He looked over at the ranger, whose brow was furrowed with concern.

“You sure you’re good to travel?” Everett asked.

Mateo swallowed. “Yes, yes, I’m perfectly fine. I can handle a day’s walking, thank you.”

“Of course you are,” the ranger said as he turned away from him, but Mateo could see that he didn’t believe him, the concern in his eyes as clear as day.

By late afternoon, they had reached the location where Mateo had left Paco before he and Min had snuck off to take down the local gang for the bounty on their heads. It had been merely a week ago, and yet it felt like an eternity to him. Looking around, he could see a pile of dry horse manure and a piece of rein dangling from a tree branch.

“Paquito?” he called out into the forest. He whistled and walked around the area, continuing to call for him.

Five minutes passed. Then ten. His doubts began to whittle away at his mind. Did something happen to him?

“Maybe someone took’im,” Everett said quietly.

Mateo turned to him, pushing down the despair. “The reins didn’t get cut, they snapped,” he said, pointing back at the tree, now off in the distance. He could hear the slight edge of desperation in his own voice and swallowed the fear. “Paco probably just pulled himself off and ran around for a bit. He does that.”

Not wanting to see Everett’s skeptical expression, he turned around and continued to call for his horse.

A half hour passed.

“You don’t have to stay with me,” Mateo said over his shoulder. “I’m grateful for all you’ve done; you don’t have to do any more.”

Everett sighed. “I can’t in good conscience leave you in the forest by yourself.”

“You’re treating me like I’m weak,” he grumbled.

“I’m treating you like a friend,” Everett countered.

Shocked into silence by his sincerity, Mateo could only nod in acceptance before continuing to whistle for his horse.

Forty-five minutes since they entered the forest, and he finally, finally heard a familiar whinny. From behind a thicket, his pal, Paco the grullo mustang, crashed towards him.

“Paquito, you bastard!” he yelled in delight, running up to him. Paco, in return, headbutted him. Shaking off the blow, Mateo laughed and patted the horse’s neck, happy to see him a bit dirty, but otherwise unharmed.

***

Leon’s pure smile, untinged by melancholy or tiredness, was a sight to behold. It was as if Everett was watching the sun rise over the unsullied plains of the east, its golden light warming everything it touched. And so he stood there, watching, a small smile on his face, as Leon reunited with his horse as if he were a boy, a grin on his face and talking to him like he would an old friend.

When Leon finally turned back to Everett, his heart lurched. That golden, brilliant smile with all of its luminosity was directed straight at him, straight at his heart.

“See, told you he was around,” Leon said with a knowing grin, as if he had no doubt in his mind that Paco was just wandering around the area, waiting for him to return.

Everett could only nod, not wanting to spoil his good mood. “Alright, you were right. Now c’mon, let’s head to town and get some sleep. We’ll figure out where to head next in the mornin’.”

***

Mateo stared at Everett’s sleeping form in the moonlight. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to stay; far from it, in fact. But he had to go find Min. She was alone out there, and he wanted to make sure she was safe. He would head north, since that was the direction they were headed, and keep searching for her until he found her.

Then maybe he’d come back. Introduce them. And maybe…

He shook his head. Who was he kidding? He would find Min and they would continue to travel together as they always had, and he would put Everett and his brilliant blue eyes deep into the back of his mind and forget about him.

A soft snore coming from Everett broke his reverie. He leaned over slowly and checked to make sure he was still deeply asleep. He’d made sure of that earlier, the feel of holding him in his hand and sounds of the ranger’s satisfied moans of release still fresh in his memory.

Quietly getting his things, he snuck out of the room they had shared for the night, tiptoed down the stairs in the back of the saloon, and fled into the night.

***

“What the hell.”

Everett looked around, but finding nothing left of Leon, he could only assume that the man couldn’t wait to find his lover. He had been willing to go with him, to assist him in his search, but sooner or later, they’d find this woman, and then what? Leon would leave with her, leaving Everett alone once more.

“Probably better this way,” he muttered, although his heart stung something fierce.

***

Min finally lost the posse, nearly a quarter of the state south. She was safe. Now she just had to heal up, then she was going to turn right back around and murder all of them.

It took her weeks to heal, and another month of bounty work to get the money to restock on the ammunition she’d need to take out the rest of the posse. But she managed. She got her revenge.

But in doing so, she lost sight of the principles that Mateo had tried to instill in her. Be good. Be forgiving. Only kill if necessary.

She never found his body. Of course, after a couple of months, nature must have run its course. All she could find was his spare kerchief; it must have dropped from his pocket as his body was dragged away by animals—

She didn’t want to think about that. After wiping out the whole posse in cold blood, she didn’t want to think at all.

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Part 2 is here.

#rdo oc #fanfic #writing #smut #lemon fanfic #red dead online #original characters #everett osborn #mateo delgado #lin hui min

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inspector-finebeak · 14 days

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Buckshot Phighter Concept

I just made a Phighting moveset for Buckshot (my slugcat OC) for shits and giggles. The idea is to make him a sort of all rounder class that benefits from supporting his team. I can’t playtest this, so the numbers are gonna be a little wacky. I haven't talked about his lore much in this post since it's not relevant to the concept, so if you wanna hear that, let me know.

Appearance

As previously mentioned, Buckshot is a slugcat. His fur/skin (dunno if that debate was ever solved) is a dim white with a vertical stripe of bright cobalt blue looping around his head. The stripe is in the middle of the head and is a little wider than the space between his eyes. Another two stripes of cobalt go around his chest, making an X. His shotgun closely resembles the SG-8 Punisher from Helldivers 2, mostly because I like that gun. Buckshot’s gun has a bright crimson paint job.

Stats:

150 HP

0 Shield

Somewhat fast movement speed (a bit faster than Sword)

Passive: What’s Gonna Work?

For every assist you get, every assist someone else gets from your kills, and every three times you heal teammates with Negative Birdshot, gain a charge. (Hitting multiple teammates with one use of Negative Birdshot will could as one heal per teammate.) For each charge you have, move 6% faster, deal 5% more damage, and take 4% less damage. Maximum of 10 charges. Every time you gain an 11th charge, apply 25% of your buff to all teammates for 4 seconds. This has a 12 second cooldown. Lose half your charges on death.

Primary: Raccoon’s Roar

A shotgun with a slow fire rate and somewhat lengthy shell-by-shell reload. It can deal up to 90 damage per shot, but the spread and low pellet count (8) mean you’re unlikely to hit anything outside of melee range.

M2: Roundshot

Cooldown: 8 seconds

Activate to load a highly accurate slug into the gun. Hold to charge, release to fire. Charging doesn’t affect damage or anything, it’s just for aiming. Deals 50 damage, or 90 if you headshot. You become unable to use your primary for a moment after using this ability due to recoil.

E: Negative Birdshot

Cooldown: 12 seconds

Load a shell filled with negative birdshot and fire it. Hold to delay firing until released, meaning you can “skip” the loading animation by activating the ability before you reach your teammate(s). Fires an inaccurate spray of 50 pellets, each healing teammates for 3 health. The spread is so inaccurate that it’s impossible to hit one person with all 50 pellets, so it’s more of a group heal.

Q: Force of Nature

Cooldown: 3 seconds

Jump into the air and fire your primary, launching you upward in a slight arc using recoil. If used while airborne, fire your primary behind you and slightly below you, launching you forward in a slight arc. I kind of want to rework this ability or swap it for some other movement ability.

Phinisher: Eagle Cry

Give it all you’ve got. HOLD THE LINE!

Apply 50% of your What’s Gonna Work? buff to your teammates for 20 seconds. Gaining a charge during this time (even if you’re at 10 charges already) extends the duration of the buff by 5 seconds and causes your team to get 10% more of the buff. It can be extended indefinitely, but your team can only receive up to 100% of the buff. If you die, the phinisher will end immediately. Enemies can see you through walls during your phinisher. A timer appears at the top of the screen showing how much time is left in the buff. It also displays the percentage of the buff your team is getting.

Dialogue

Buckshot cannot talk. That being said, he has a tape recorder which functions similar to that of Jacket from Payday 2. This means he can use prerecorded samples to talk. Interestingly, his speech doesn’t always come out quite right, either due to not having the exact right sample or due to the tape recorder screwing up for no reason. Buckshot’s dialogue is sometimes done with something other than the usual keytar to show this. For example, his phinisher line is a quote from Dummies Vs. Noobs, and it uses the chopped up TF2 Announcer samples which that game uses for Aerial Reconnaissance.

Interactions

Boombox and Buckshot ask each other for music recommendations. One of Boombox’s lines mentions that Buckshot can play music with his tape recorder. Medkit questions how negative birdshot works, and Buckshot says he doesn't know. I should write more of these, but I don't wanna.

#rain world #rain world oc #slugcat oc #phighting!#phighting oc #roblox phighting

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ganymede-princess · 1 month

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*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ these violent delights | davos blackwood (part 8) *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

ship: davos blackwood x fem!oc

warnings: organised religion i guess...

summary: cersha visits the sept at riverrun

word count: 1350

a/n: ok i've been lowkey hyping up another smut chapter but this one became something... else, so smut next time! We have only 2 chapters and the epilogue left (if I can keep to my plan) so everyone get excited for the ending :)

written by @ganymede-princess

Cersha knelt in the seclusion and silence of the sept for a long while, floating in a haze of contemplation. Heavy resin incense billowed from seven brass censer burners which hung from the stained pine rafters that splayed out into a great star that stretched to each corner of the heptagonal room. The sunlight through the stained glass painted cobalt, crimson, emerald, canary, tyrian, fuchsia, and tangerine over the hardwood floor, and it spun out into rainbow fractals from the prisms embedded in each of the windows. It was there that she felt the panicked guilt that once fizzed through her veins subside, replaced by the love of God in all his Seven aspects curling around her in light and smoke. It was the Maiden she prayed to, and that vision of purity and clarity answered her reverent conversation by conjuring an old memory.

There had been a celebration for a union between two of the Riverhouses, a gathering of noble youths. Cersha was twelve years old and after the ceremony she had played chasings with the other little girls and weaved daisies into Walda Darry’s hair. That was the day that she first met Elmo and little Oscar. Elmo was four and ten, tall and lean, with deep auburn hair that shone like fire in the sunlight. He looked like a man to her, and had all of a man’s charm. He lead his little brother with a gentle hand on his shoulder, only eight years old he was, with the biggest, brightest eyes that watched the girls with an intense curiosity.

“Greetings, ladies.” Elmo had announced. His voice had already broken, and though it still held the timbre of youth, the depth of it made her shiver. “Oscar wants to play too.”

“Of course he can!” It was Walda Darry who spoke up, abandoning Cersha and her flowers, and took the child by the hand. Flashing an eager smile at Elmo that was not lost to Cersha, she lead him away to play, casting several glances behind her to ensure the older boy was observing her apparent kindness.

Left with a lap full of flowers and a keen sense of envy, she marched after Elmo as he turned to leave and tapped him insistently on the shoulder. He turned, a glower of annoyance on his face.

“My lord Tully.” She said flatly and thrust out her fist to… offer? No, to demand that he take a flower from her muddy hand.

A lop-sided half-smile spread across his face and he plucked a healthy sprig of foxglove for himself.

“Thank you, my lady Bracken.”

She took a deep breath, her gaze darting between his irises as if trying to commit every fractal blue detail to memory. He chuckled, and turned to leave, but she spoke up again.

“Might I put some in your hair?”

He laughed, turning a little circle and casting a glance at the group of boys on the far side of the garden who were standing around waiting for him. She saw Aeron’s long blonde hair and golden finery amongst them, a tall boy with a tawny Rhoynish complexion, a Strong, and a boy in black and red with a mop of unruly dark hair. He rubbed a hand over his reddening face, and nodded.

“Yes, yes.” He giggled around the words. “Of course, my lady.”

Without another word she plonked down onto the ground and crossed her legs. He seemed confused for a moment, as people often did in her presence at that age, but soon figured out her meaning, and sat down across from her as her perfect mirror. She shuffled in as close as she could to him, and began poking the tiny daisies and clovers into his auburn curls.

“Cersha.”

“Sorry?”

“Cersha is my name.”

“Oh. Elmo Tully. I am most pleased to make your acquaintance.

She sat still for a moment, a daisy between her fingers as she frowned, trying to remember something, some social norm she was forgetting, then she thrust out her hand to him. He laughed, shaking his head a little, and shook it.

“Aren’t you supposed to kiss it?”

More laughter.

“I suppose I could. Would you like that?”

She sucked in a breath, sure that she was glowing red, and managed to nod. He laughed some more and pressed a quick kiss to her knuckles. She was sure it was the finest feeling in the world. The moment was quickly interrupted by the little boy thundering over and slapping a hand onto Elmo’s shoulder.

“You’re it!” He declared, a pearly smile on his face and willow catkins in his hair.

“I’m not playing, Osc.” Elmo sighed, but Oscar’s disappointment was short lived.

“Flowers!” He gasped, pointing at the pink and white that graces those curls of flame. “Can I have some?”

“Ask Cersha. And be polite.”

“MayIpleasehave- um, can you please put some in my hair, please, thank you?”

“Let me finish-”

“I have enough, thank you, my lady.” Elmo was already rising to his feet.

“I’m not done!”

“Thank you, lady.” He tossed over his shoulder as he jogged off. The group of boys seemed to jeer as he approached. Even Aeron.

She could not stare at them for long as Oscar plopped down in front of her and looked at her with wide, expectant eyes. He spent the whole ordeal giggling and asking her a score of questions, and though she usually found herself annoyed by younger children, Oscar proved himself witty for his age and she declared herself his friend by the end of the day, to his delight.

When she retired to her chambers that night with her mother tucking her into bed, she talked incessantly of all that had happened, slipping into that affected northern accent that only arose when she was alone with her mother. She listened in her still, silent way with the full moon haloing on her mass of dark curls, and then she smiled sagely.

“He sounds like quite the boy.”

“Oh, he is! I want to marry him, mama.”

She cocked her head, contemplating. Her thin lips pursed as she wiped some of her daughter’s hair from her face, deep-set brown eyes suddenly weary beyond her years.

“Let me give you a peace of advice, my girl, something you won’t hear at the sept. There is a hundred times more shame in going gently into the arms of a man you do not love out of a sense of duty, to your house, to your father, to me, than there is in giving yourself out of wedlock to a man that you love… or even simply for the thrill or the pleasure of it. Your father and I began as a tryst of desire, but love grew from it. There was no sin it in, I tell you, my girl. Sex… the only sin to be found in that is taking it by force and coercion.

“You are young and I want you to be careful, touch no man until you trust him completely and look at every man with suspicion. Dig into him, root out the darkness in him and turn away from it. You are a trusting girl, sometimes too trusting, but as you grow older and wiser, it is your responsibility to live your life as you want it. If… If I’m not here to help you, you must promise me you will not accept a marriage you do not want. Do whatever you must, but please don’t let these southron gods take your spirit.”

“But… you’ll be here for a long time yet, won’t you?”

Her hand fell to her swelling stomach.

“The future is a fickle thing. But I will try, my girl, I will try.”

Cersha found herself on her feet in a sudden movement of epiphany. Though her mother may have sprinkled in a little blasphemy, her sentiment was sound, and the gods must agree if the memory came to her in such a holy place. The weight was lifted and she tilted her head back and laughed.

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