#oc: simon forester

[occasional-ghost]

i would love to hear about the pets your Glee and Gilmore Girls ocs have! truly my favorite kind of oc tbh

Can’t put everyone’s pet’s here because that’ll make this to long so I’ll link to some other pet posts and talk about some other’s here!

1) Richie Gilmore’s service dogs over the years

2) Simon Forester’s dad’s maincoon cats.

3) Andrew Berry’s dalmation Perdita (He got her after his middle school graduation as a surprise from his dad’s, 101 Dalmations is his favorite Disney movie so hense her name.)

4) Elliot Berry’s baby Mr. Mistoffelees, adopted as a kitten as a 15th birthday gift from Hiram and Leroy. (Valentine’s Day in Season 2)

5) Faith Hudson’s Jack Russell named Journey, adopted from a shelter by Carol and Burt when she turned sixteen.

6) Hayden Holiday-Motta’s Bibble

7) Noah Grant’s Phillip (adopted after graduating Yale)

8) Bonnie Pierce’s childhood cat Dutchess and her future bunny S’more’s that she adopts with Hayden.

9) Daisy Gilmore’s Scrooge, adopted after Yale (After Scrooge Mcduck - she wanted a Disney theme.)

Decendants Bonus: Aria’s Sheepdog Scuttle, who’s a grandchild of Max!

(There’s definitely more ocs with pets, but these are just the ones I know for sure 😅)

[creationandcalamityau]

"Now Fallen Into Dispair"

Some Creation and Calamity art I made showcasing all the major protagonists (+ Sammy)

In order from left to right are Sammy Lawrence, Charlie Forester, Clifford Conway, "Flower" (Florence Ross), and Fiona Simons.

[jingledbells]

doodle dump thingy

[peanutheadandsimon]

[thanksbutno98]

Drinking Buddies

John Price x wife!reader OC

Summary: John’s drunk night out with 141.

Warnings: Sexual themes, alcohol, intoxication, vomiting, not edited.

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It was getting late for what you considered a night out for your husband and his drinking buddies. John and his best mate Sam had decided a month ago to grab drinks with some friends and he had the 141 boys tag along. It was out of character for John to try and mix friends but he’d been so satisfied with his men’s work on their last deployment he insisted on treating for drinks.

When you listened to him chat your ear off about how his close friends would like ‘the lads’ you were surprised. You loved John’s friends, you’d known them much longer than Ghost, Soap, and Gaz. They were there when you first started dating John, for your wedding, when you brought your babies home, holidays, birthdays, countless camping trips, endless pubs and drunk nights. These friends John had since young adulthood and childhood felt like a second family a lot of the time. You knew John was right, his good friends who weren’t military were great people and would get along well with 141. The one thing they all had in common is they all adored your kids.

Hell, your kids called Sam, John’s closest friend, their bonus uncle. Sam charmingly had the nickname of ‘Sunny’ to your kids and you weren’t sure how Jj came up with it when he was three but it had stuck. They also adored the 141 boys so you were excited for your husband to go out to a pub, drink beer surrounded by close friends who truly cared. He deserved to have a night off as a dad and have fun.

The cars tires rolled over a gravely parking lot as you found a spot near the front. This was a pub that you knew Simon Riley liked because John would meet up with him here from time to time. It was a lone building off an old country road. It seemed to be swallowed by trees on three sides, save the road it sat on. The one story building was old on the outside and inside. It always surprised you how it could become packed at times and it brought in a crowd from young twenty somethings to elderly patrons who were regulars.

Hopping out of John’s truck your boots crunched against the gravel. Looking up into the night sky with a smile, you breathed out to watch your breath turn white and billow upward. It was the perfect kind of crisp night, one where a sweatshirt and leggings were enough to keep you warm. The air smelled of evergreens, campfires, and a damp forest.

“Indy! You made it!” Soap was standing outside in the cool night air. Cigarette in hand and a flushed rosy tint decorated his cheeks with a large toothy grin plastered across his stubbly face.

“He alive?” You asked jumping up on to the curb and reaching out to hug the intoxicated Scotsman. He gave you a tight hug and then offered you a drag of his cigarette. The smell of cigarette smoke almost covered up the scotch on his breath.

“I’m good.” You laughed off the gesture and watched Soap take a drag. The cherry red tip burned orange and then dimmed back into a warm ruby glow.

“He’s piss drunk. Never seen the Captain like this before, we’ll have to wheel him out.” With a hearty chuckle Soap tossed the hand rolled tobacco to the ground and snubbed it with the toe of his military grade boots.

“Oh, god. Drunk John can be a handful.” You laughed having not seen your husband out of control drunk in what felt like ages.

Walking into the pub behind Soap it was decently filled with patrons around your age and older. There was music playing, loud chatter, playful arguments, and drunks loudly calling for another round. Your eyes scanned the room and you quickly caught sight of the group of rowdy men by the pool table in the back left corner. Simon was taking his turn while Sam stood next to him, pool stick in hand and talking to Gaz who seemed to be dying laughing at whatever was being said.

John on the other hand was sat at the table with his childhood friend Ant with a half empty pint glass in one of his large hands. He looked normal from this distance in his grey beanie and burnt orange flannel. It made you wonder why John texted you asking you for a ride home and why Kyle had called and said ‘Caps gonna to need a lift home.’

“Hey boys.” You smiled sweetly and wiggled your fingers as a little wave.

“Indy!” Gaz cheered at the sight of you while Sam said your first name at a similar volume. You gave them another wave before making your way over to John’s table.

“Hello there.” With a cheery smile and sugary sweet greeting you watched your husband who had his eyes locked on you the second he noticed you. John’s icy blue eyes squinted a little too much and his cheeks rose into a large playful smile.

“Give me a spin, darling.” John’s deep voice rumbled from his chest and his hand came up and he used his index finger to indicate for you to turn around. Your jaw dropped at the forward flirting in front of everyone. That was so out of character of your normally tight lipped and respectful husband. He normally only spoke like that when it was you two in the privacy of your home.

“Okay, Romeo. I think you need a water.” No part of you could acknowledge that kind of flirting with the men who highly respected John around.

If it was only Sam and Ant you would’ve flirted back instantly with no shame. Probably would have given him a slow twirl and shook your ass at him to get a hearty chuckle from everyone. Those two knew John’s goofy side pretty well and dirty jokes and sex stories were common amongst you all. They’d also caught you two making out or groping each other over the decade long friendship you had. You’d walked in on Sam twice with past girlfriends on vacations you all took together before you and John started having kids. Ant’s wife Susie was a close friend so you knew way too many details about him and she knew the same about John. It was a very different relationship you and John had with these old friends versus 141.

“Don’t play hard to get, love. We both know you put out-“ Without thinking you panicked at what John was about to say.

His filter had clearly turned off with how drunk he was and you reacted in any way to get him to shut up. And that was to push his beer off the table and into his lap, the contents spilling all over him. John stood abruptly a heavy breath leaving his lungs as he looked down at his jeans and the large dark spot on his crotch that leaked down his left leg.

“Piss yourself Johnny!?” Sam cackled which resulted in snickers from the group of men.

“Seriously?” John looked up at you seeming to have sobered up for a split second.

“You had that coming with that dirty mouth.” You pointed accusatory at your husband trying to make it clear he needed to knock it off.

Internally you were screaming with laughter at the fact John was making such a fool of himself. It was also a lot more fun than you thought it would be to spill a beer on him. John only drunkenly smirked at you as you said ‘dirty mouth.’ He had every intention of showing you how dirty it could be.

“He’s been talking about you non-stop for the past hour.” Ant chortled out and gave you a wink. You could only imagine what these two married men had been sharing about their wives.

“Hopefully not like he just was.” You mumbled more to yourself as you waved John over to come with you.

“Cap’s very fond of his missus and her-“ Soap cleared his throat.

“‘Talents’” Soap used air quotes on the final word making you heat up in embarrassment at what John could possibly have said. There was something about the 141 boys hearing those things that was much more embarrassing. If it was only Sam and Ant you wouldn’t have minded what so ever.

“I don’t want to know.” You waved your hand dismissively.

John had to be drunk out of his mind to be chatting about you in that way. He didn’t tend to be a kiss and tell kind of guy. But then your mind wandered back to being perched in John’s lap on your bed right before he left for this outing. You had promised him a very erotic night when he arrived home and wondered if that might be what was fueling this behavior.

Whatever he told them you hoped they’d be too drunk to remember. Then you looked a little bit closer to see all the men were just as drunk as John. Gaz seemed the worst while Simon had started to turn a shade of pink from the liquor. Sam was his normal level of wasted and Soap seemed to be the least drunk but that wasn’t saying much as he stumbled a little standing still. Ant was sober and prepared to drive Sam home since he had given both him and John a ride here.

“You lot aren’t planning on driving yourselves right?” You motioned amongst the 141 boys who this seemed to just occur to.

There was a long lapse of silence as they looked amongst themselves.

“Okay, cmon. Everyone pile in I’ll take you home.” Grabbing John by the elbow you started to lead him out only for him to swing around and drunkenly stumble to the bar.

“Gotta pay my-“ he hiccuped “tab.”

You watched as all the men made their way to close out. It surprised you they had listened so well. Even Simon was listening which was unlike him, until you noticed him waving his hand around. You watched with a blank face as he ordered a last round of shots for them.

“If any of you puke in the truck I’m gonna kill you.” With a stern voice you threatened them all only to be brushed off.

“Bye Y/N, we’ll see you next weekend.” Ant gave you a hug with a very drunk Sam behind him.

“My favorite Price.” Sam grasped your face in his hands and kissed the top of your head.

“Bye Sam!” With a squeal of a laugh you hugged your husband’s best friend and waved goodbye as him and Ant made their way out of the pub.

“Okay, let’s go home.” John’s voice caught your attention so you turned to look at him.

Before you could get a good look at John his chest smushed into your face as both of his large muscular arms wrapped around your head. He placed his elbows on your shoulders and used you to lean on to try and steady himself. You weren’t the most coordinated person so this wasn’t going to be easy for you. Stumbling slightly you steadied yourself and attempted to push John off of you only for his arms to tighten around your head.

“I’m going to fuck you so good.” John slurred into your ear and you were glad this flirtation was quiet enough for only you to hear.

“Then let’s get you in the car.” You spoke, muffled against John’s shirt. He was way too drunk to consent in your mind so you were only appeasing him for the moment. With a rough push your husband finally let you go and you could breathe freely once again. Taking a deep breath you started to head for the door with a drove of intoxicated military men following behind you like ducklings.

“Thanks for the ride, Indy.” Gaz slurred out, giving John a hard pat to the back.

“Lucky man Cap.” He tacked on.

“Can we stop for food?” Soap asked, almost stumbling out of the pub door.

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“Hi, I’ll have- what was it again Simon?” Turning around the massive man was sat in the middle of the back seat of the truck; Soap to his left and Gaz to his right. Your eyes wandered as he grabbed the back of the bench seat and leaned forward in between you and John who was fiddling with the radio.

“We coached you on this ten times.” Gaz laughed at your expense and inability to remember this insane order. Then Simon rattled off the order with ease, it seemed like the four of them had done this before.

“Six double cheeseburgers, two chicken sandwiches, four large fries, three large cokes, one large Diet Coke, lots of bbq sauce, and a-“ Pausing Simon’s gaze fell on you.

“Vanilla, strawberry, or chocolate?” He asked cheeks rosy but face stern. To be honest he looked even more emotionless than you were use to.

“For what?” You asked back having told the boys you didn’t want anything on the drive here.

“And a chocolate milkshake.” Simon let go of seat back and fell back into his spot. The truck lurched and wheezed somewhat from the pure size of him.

“That way the old man won’t steal it from you.” Nodding his head solemnly Simon was looking out for you in his own way. Which you thought was strange but also appreciated he was trying to be sweet to you, which wasn’t his style.

“Chocolates the bloody worst.” John mumbled under his breath.

“Okay, does everything look correct on the screen.” The intercom voice asked you. Looking over you saw everything listed out and then your eyebrows shot up at how expensive this drunken meal would be.

“Yes.” You squeaked out, then turned your focus back to driving as you pulled up to the window.

“Here.” Gaz’s voice sounded behind you but all you saw was his hand in your face passing you his credit card. You took it with a small thanks and exchanged it with the cashier before handing it back to Gaz.

“Thanks, mate.” Soap drunkenly slurred, he was slouched against his seat with his head thrown back. He was looking to be in rough shape.

“Is he going to be able to eat?” You asked John who ignored you and continued to try and find the radio station he desired, so you poked him. Turning around awkwardly three separate times to look at the Scotsman’s, the final time John looked Soap up and down and then dramatically waved his hand at you.

“Lads fine. Food’ll give him a second wind.” Then John went right back to the radio.

You were handed two huge bags of food that you passed to your drunk husband to distribute. Then the drinks came where everyone got their cokes, and Gaz got his Diet Coke. The car was silent save the rustling of wrappers, obnoxious burps, and John trying to convince Soap to trade one of his chicken sandwiches for a burger. You enjoyed your milkshake and the classic rock station as you drove everyone home. A debate on the perfect McDonald’s order broke out amongst the boys. Soap was admittedly a chicken sandwich man and you were surprised at Gaz’s passion on Diet Coke.

The boys had all been dropped off at Simon’s house where Simon insisted they could sleep. They left behind their trash from McDonald’s which was leaving a heavy greasy smell in the air. You silently prayed for Dove having to deal with three rowdy, large, and intoxicated men.

Simon was pretty thoughtful because he drunkenly mentioned you shouldn’t be out driving this late, you had to get home to your kids. There was an off handed thank you as he drunkenly got the boys into his house. He was right, it was late and you knew your dad would want to be getting home himself.

You were now pulling up the driveway with a loudly snoring John who was half laying on the trucks bench seat. His head was tossed back against the window, shoulders slumped and lower back laid out flat. John looked so uncomfortable but he was passed out which felt like an improvement to the tangent he had gone on for ten minutes after you dropped the boys off. It was a confusing mess of jumbled words about why American cheese burgers would always be a better hangover cure and Soap was delusional to think otherwise.

Putting the truck in park you looked over to your loving husband who may have over done it tonight. He was going to be feeling this in the morning.

Gently you placed your hand on his thigh and began to rub soothingly to try and wake him. Your opposing hand came to his chest and did the same, wiping away the crumbs from the chicken sandwich he had eaten. John began to rouse one eye opening only somewhat as he shifted away from you.

“I’m married. Get away.” John’s left hand came up and tried to create distance although his reach missed you by a mile.

“It’s me, John.” You giggled scooting a bit closer to try and get him to open his eyes and take a good look at you.

“I k-now my wife.” John grunted angrily in his half asleep drunk state.

“Oh yeah?” You laughed harder this time. Hands now cupping his hairy cheeks, you swiftly kissed his lips to prove you were indeed his wife. With eyes still closed John’s mouth dropped open and an angry look of disbelief spread across his bearded face. Your actions seemed to leave him totally and utterly offended.

“Get away, woman!” John drunkenly slurred, weakly pushing your hands off his face. Then he used his foot to aggressively push himself as far away as he could physically manage, jamming himself up against the door. He was acting as if you were about to throw yourself at him and he needed to run far away.

“My w-ifesss a better-“ he hiccuped “kisser than that.” His left hand fumbled with the door before he was able to pull the lever to make his escape. John practically fell out of the truck somehow catching himself and stumbling against the now flung open door.

“Jesus, John be careful! You’re gonna break your neck.” Your niceness vanished as you forcefully scolded the man.

John turned quickly, his face fixed in exaggerated confusion although you weren’t sure he was exaggerating with how drunk he was. With head cocked to the side he bent forward slightly and squinted his eyes trying to get a better look at you.

“Maybe you are my wife. She can be rather bossy.” John commented before tripping backward and falling on his ass. You thought he deserved the fall for a comment like that.

You stared at him with a blank look as he started to chuckle to himself on the ground. You being sweet wasn’t convincing enough to him. It took you to be snappy with him for John to recognize you as his wife. With a heavy eye roll you turned the truck off and went to go help the fool you married.

By the time you rounded the car John was flat on his back and staring up at the sky.

“Stars are gorgeous.” He muttered as you started to help him up to his feet.

“Let’s get you to bed, big guy.” Wrapping John’s arm around your shoulder he put some of his weight on you as you pulled him in the direction you needed him to go.

“My wife won’t like that.” John mumbled his head still cast up at the sky and looking at the stars.

“I am your wife.” Your tone was bratty and annoyed.

“Let me look at you.” John stopped abruptly, stood to his full height, stumbled a bit but found his footing. Grabbing you by the shoulders he pulled you so you were standing directly in front of him. Squinting in the patio light he slowly inched closer and closer to your face taking a good look at you.

“Tell me to do something. But be a little nasty about it, in a sexy way.” The question had your former giddy expression falling into a deadpan one. You looked at John as if he were the dumbest man to ever cross your path which made him smile for some odd reason.

“Never mind that looks enough.” John chuckled before planting a rough kiss to your lips. He was then off toward the door, accidentally running into the picnic table. You could only chuckle in disbelief at the man as you quickly made your way to help guide him.

Getting John up the stairs and to bed felt like an intense workout. By the time he face planted into the mattress you were completely out of breath. Huffing and puffing as you went to go get him water and some crackers.

Coming back into your bedroom you saw John now in nothing but his boxers and struggling to get his socks off. He was standing and bent over allowing his boxers to slide down just enough to get a peak at his bum.

“Let me help.” You snickered before placing the water and crackers on the bedside table and then guiding John to sit down. Sliding John’s socks off you then left a kiss to his forehead.

“Sweet angel.” John whispered to himself, eyes wide and in awe of you.

He stared up at you from where he sat with absolute adoration. You could only shake your head in disbelief. He went from not recognizing you to acting like you were some goddess gracing his presence. John quietly watched you undress and slip into your pajamas, the whole time admiring your beauty. They consisted of an old baggy t-shirt of yours and a pair of maroon panties.

“Lay down, let’s go to bed.” Sweetly you crawled in to bed after switching the lights off and helped John under the covers. It was a struggle, he banged his elbow twice in the darkness but eventually settled in.

“Let me spoon you, darling.” Before you could respond to the deep words John’s hands had latched onto your hips and dragged you from your side of the bed and over to him. It seemed to be easy to manhandle you, reminding you how impressively strong he was. Those muscles you loved so much weren’t just for show, they were capable of doing much more than tossing you around in bed.

“What are you doing?” You giggled as John hands wandered your body. His thick fingers fumbled over your t-shirt searching for the hem of it. The way his beard rubbed and scratched against your shoulder and neck felt amazing, making you crave so much more from the man with whiskey breath.

“Hmm. Helps me sleep.” John hummed sounding very happy with himself.

“We aren’t doing anything tonight.” Your giggles picked up while John slipped his hands under your top to fondle your boobs.

Squeezing them and massaging the flesh he hummed in satisfaction. With a bit of a shift John pressed his crotch firmly against your ass. There was the lack of his normal bulge he couldn’t help most nights. You knew it was from the whiskey and you thanked the amber liquid internally.

John was way too intoxicated to have sex and you weren’t in to having sex when you were pretty sure he wouldn’t remember in the morning. Looking over your shoulder you couldn’t make out his face in the darkness but soon enough one hand had slipped into your panties to cup your cunt while the other stayed on your right breast. He stopped playing with you and in a few minutes was snoring loudly in your ear.

“Such a dude.” You muttered with a chuckle to yourself.

——————

“Need me to hold your hair back?”

“Piss off.” John coughed violently.

Your man of steel, unbreakable John Price was currently on his knees hunched over the toilet in your en suite. He had woken up and ran straight for the bathroom. The sound of John dry heaving and then vomiting was what woke you up. He had been at it for almost fifteen minutes now. As gross as it was you sat next to him and rubbed his back through it all.

“A shower might help.” Speaking softly you squeezed John’s bare shoulder.

“Shoot me.” John groaned deeply as he finally stood seemingly done. Still sitting on the floor you watched in amusement as the muscular man tossed off his boxers and clamored into the shower.

“I’ll start breakfast.” You called as you got up to leave.

“Darling?” John sounded desperate as he called for you.

“Yes?” You smiled back seeing him through the foggy glass shower.

“Could you make me something greasy?” John wasn’t one to beg but it sounded like he was.

“I have the perfect thing for you.”

It took John awhile to appear downstairs. By the time he did you had your three children ready for the day, sat at the kitchen table with eggs, toast, and fresh fruit. Evelyn and Jj were complaining that they wanted their father to eat with them when John appeared. He didn’t bother getting dressed for the day, he had put on fresh pajamas. This consisted of green plaid pants, a black fitted t-shirt and chestnut slippers the kids picked out for him as a birthday present.

At the sight of John, Lily loudly squealed in excitement from her high chair and stuck her arms out to be picked up. John simply squeezed one of her hands and didn’t pick her up.

“Daddy you look horrid.” Evelyn had an intensely judgmental look on her face as she continued to eye her father up and down.

“I feel it too.” John grumbled while he slid into his normal seat at the head of the table.

Normally John kissed each of his kids on the tops of their heads after a warm greeting shared between you two. It’s how each morning went and your children all turned to you. Their young faces were worried and silently asking if John was okay.

“Your dad’s not feeling the best so we have to be extra nice to him. Okay?” Standing at the stove cooking you called over your shoulder.

“Okay.” Evelyn continued to stare at John as if she were trying to pick him apart.

“Does that mean no cinema today?” Jj asked quietly.

John picked his head up from his hands and look at the ten year old. Jj had his eyes cast down on his plate. It was evident he knew the answer and it disappointed him, but he was still asking. With a distressed look John turned to you as if that would save him from this broken promise. You only shrugged and went back to finishing up his breakfast; not willing to get involved. A hangover in your book wasn’t ample reason to cancel the plans he made with his two oldest children.

“How about movie marathon on the couch? We can eat sweets and crisps until I’m so fat you’ll have to roll me upstairs.” The comment about John getting fat made the ten and eight year olds snicker at the silly idea.

“What movies?” Jj asked. The disappointment of not going out to the cinema seemed to disappear with John’s compromise.

“What movies do you two want to watch?” John was so grateful for his children being such good sports. He wasn’t sure what he’d do if they had a meltdown. His head was already splitting, stomach in bad shape, and would be in need of a nap soon.

“Star Wars!” The two oldest Price children shouted in unison.

It was loud enough John flinched and had to rub his temples, his headache worsening.

“Why don’t you two go grab your pillows and blankets, get set up on the couch and change into pjs. I’ll clean up your plates today.” Your little act of sweetness had your children lighting up, then bounding out of their seats and running down the hallway and up to their rooms.

“Thank you mum!” Their sweet voice rang through the house.

“Hangover cure.” You smiled triumphantly at your husband who pulled his hands from his face to see a cheeseburger sitting in front of him.

“Have I ever told you how amazing you are? You’re absolutely divine.” John took your hand and kissed the back of it. Tugging you close and sighing contently as you wrapped your arms around his shoulder from behind. Your comforting touch and greasy burger felt like a cure to this intense hangover.

“You were telling the boys that last night.” You smirked, kissing his scruffy cheek sweetly. John was digging in and shaking his head clearly remembering what he had said. You had been itching to know.

“Nothing too out there.” John admitted.

“Then what? Apparently I’m very ‘talented.’” You quoted Soap. This seemed to make John squirm a little.

“Might have mentioned you’re on the adventurous side. Very willing and. . . Enthusiastic.” It was clear John was picking his words carefully as to not piss you off.

“Ah, so I’m a whore for you?” You giggled getting a nervous chuckle from your husband.

“Never said that. But aren’t you?” John exuded charm and he was lucky for that because it had you swooning.

“Yeah, I’ve got no shame in that. But you’re a whole lot worse for me.” Pulling back, bottom lip caught between your teeth you watched your husband carefully.

“Have you seen yourself? Bloody impossible to keep my mitts off you.”

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[diathadevil]

there's SO many good songs he has for those tired wet dog type characters or for character playlists who are so deeply in love.

I can tell you Simon's playlist is gonna be filled with mostly Hozier music just because it fits his vibe.

How did I not listen to Hozier's music other than his hit song before wtf it slaps so much.

[cherrysprunk]

intro to cherrysprunk

this is a sprunki au and ask and i think also rp blog created by me, coraline (she/her)

they all mostly coexist in a normal town! most all of them have some sort of role, job or passion. city and neighborhood life.

feel free to ask them anything methinks

i'll update this when i actually get more of the writing down buuut beyond the keep reading are the cast's designs and names!

list of names (not in the above order, sorry):

oren -> orrin houston (he/they)

raddy -> raffael keller (he)

clukr -> karol malinowsky (he/she)

fun bot (they/it)

vineria -> vienne rocha (she)

gray -> graysen shaw (any)

brud -> the forest keeper/an coimeádaí (any)

garnold -> arnie nilsson (he)

owakcx -> oswin dirix (they)

sky -> skyler white (he) (yes, that was intentional)

mr. sun... or, the sun (any)

durple -> deirdre pei (they/she)

mr. tree -> major oak (any)

simon -> simon teague (he/they)

tunner -> tam nualláin (he/they)

mr. fun computer -> tandy fun-100 (any)

wenda -> whitney aliev (she)

pinki -> piritta koivisto (she)

jevin -> jed silveira (they)

black -> kara uzun (he)

ocs be beyond this point here...

theda van der veen (she)

lamarr auiak (he/it)

carrie sokolof (she/they)

[unhappy-last-resort]

The Unhappiest Masterlist

Fandoms and characters organized by alphabetical order, fics organized by newest to oldest.

Unless stated otherwise, all fics are yandere and have a GN Reader.

Genshin Impact

Albedo:

Cyno:

Heizou:

Lyney:

Wriothesely:

Miscellaneous

Sylus (Love and Deepspace):

Caleb (Love and Deepspace)

Make Me An Addict - gore, angst, horror, implied pseudo-incest

Run Run Run - Chase scene

Frozen Over - Angst

OC's:

None yet

Morimens

Hameln:

My Song I Yearn For, My Conductor I Follow - smut, GN Reader

Uvhash:

Golem's Treasure - blood sucking

NIKKE: Goddess Of Victory

Andersen:

Rapi:

Path To Nowhere

Angell:

Cinnabar:

Langley:

Gun play drabble

Chief:

Eleven:

Fox:

Punishing: Gray Raven

21.:

Coming Soon

Asimov:

A New Breakthrough (drabble) - Metaphysical warts and boils

Alpha:

A Beast Unshackled - GN Fem-Bodied Reader, Implied kidnapping, SMUT

Ayla:

Bianca:

Camu:

Drabble - Non-con

Cradle:

Changyu:

Chrome:

Coming Soon

A Sinful Escapade - Noncon, somno, SMUT

Fevered Dreams - sick reader, manipulation, implied non-con somnophilia

Vampire Chrome drabble

Drabble

Gray Raven Commandant:

Hacima:

Hanying:

Hassen:

Kamui:

Weak - Sick Reader, falling out between friends (WILL BE DELETED AND REWRITTEN)

A Note Found In the Strike Hawk Lounge (drabble)

Lee:

Angst Lee Drabble - mourning your death

The Raven Who Watches - Stalking, "mutual" masturbation

Drabble - Stalking

Liv:

Lithos:

Lucia:

Lucia: Lotus - Angst

Luna:

Noan:

A passage found in Noan's sketchbook (drabble) - implied nsfw

Raindrops - Not Yandere, angst

There's Barnyard Grass Growing In Your Garden - yan shit

Qu:

Roland:

A Sinful Escapade - Noncon, somno, SMUT

A Puppet In A Bamboo Forest - Forced kissing, implied non consensual surgery, tracking

Counting Minutes - Delusional behavior, bombing threat

What Lovers Do - Non-con

Fevered Dreams - sick reader, manipulation, implied non-con somnophilia

Selena:

Simon:

He Smells of Tears and Want - SMUT

Delusions - SMUT

Vera:

Vonnegut:

Forgive Me, My God - blasphemy kink, misuse of religious objects

Wanshi:

Wanshi's Report Log (Drabble)

Watanabe:

Astral Desires - Implied past non-con (fingering), based off of that one creepy secret in his Astral frame

Zero:

Wuthering Waves

Scar:

Scar drabble - implied non con

Burning Cards and Burning Scars (drabble) - Implied past abuse, mentions of physical scars

Male Rover:

Fem Rover:

[blazefirefox]

The Bellflower Witch

"If you see a shadow slip by you and the sounds of a feline, beware, for Eastridge's resident witch is on the hunt. She'll show no mercy and will leave nothing behind."

Here's my Veldigun OC, Jinx, or The Bellflower Witch!

She goes by she/they pronouns. Her former partner was Barbara, with her current one being Mortimer. They aren't very fond of Clyde, indifferent to Winfrey (at least at first...), is friends with Simon and The Flock, wants to put Klaus in a meat grinder, and wants to get closer to Jack. Hates Lankmann (The Doctor)

History

When they were still in their ooze form, they pretty much exclusively consumed stray cats, mice, and deer if they were lucky enough. This resulted in her primarily feline form. She was quite timid during this period, mostly because she was alone, and her small stature didn't exactly help things for her fighting-wise. That is until they met a young girl by the name of Jennifer Perkins in the county of Eastridge, who, despite their odd appearance, grew fond of the Veldigun. Jinx also valued her companionship, and would monitor Jen's entire life. Unfortunately, Jennifer would be found by Jinx bleeding out in the middle of the forest after a mugging gone wrong. In a last ditch attempt to save her, Jinx consumed Jen, so that she would "live forever" in them. Jennifer Perkins, at 17 years-old, would be the first victim of The Bellflower Witch.

After consuming Jen, Jinx's form would become slightly bigger, and more alike to a "true" Veldigun, although she was still very lonely. Until she met Barbara, another Veldigun finding refuge in the woods. She would immediately become Jinx's mother figure, and would remain partners and best friends. Since she now had the stability to form her own personality, some of her snark comes through, and she starts to act more like an angsty teen lol. Things were relatively well now. Both Jinx and Barbara were hesitant to feed on humans, with Barbara only consuming those that think they don't have anything else to live for and Jinx only feeding on them when desperate. Both of their worlds would turn upside down when the Lankmann Foundation reared its ugly head. The foundation's best hunter, Clarisse von Arnham, was tasked to capture Veldigun, in which she was happy to oblige. The forest around Eastridge was becoming more and more dangerous for the Veldigun pair to reside in, as Clarisse had made it her mission to purge the species through traps and frequent hunting expeditions. Barbara and Jinx would be able to evade her, but their luck ran out when Clarisse caught them off guard and managed to subdue Barbara. In a moment of pure adrenaline, Jinx consumed Clarisse, along with eating and brutalizing her remains. This would lead up to Jinx's current form.

For a few years after, Barbara and Jinx managed to stay low, with the traps Lankmann setting up becoming more dangerous to make up for the loss of the foundation's most prestigious hunter. In one of these traps, Jinx's right (her right) horn would be broken off, but it would regrow. Eventually, the Lankmann Foundation was able to capture the pair by cutting off their food source until they were on the brink of starvation and taking them in then. Lankmann himself made the executive decision of sending in Barbara to communicate with a captured Winfrey. When things were going nowhere, some of the Caretakers went into the cell to retrieve Barbara, which prompted Winfrey to freak out and become uncontrollable. Unfortunately, Barbara would be caught in the crossfire. Although technically she was consumed by Winfrey, to the physical world, Barbara was dead, and Jinx had to witness it all. For months afterward, Jinx would be kept in that infernal asylum, feeling the loneliness of their early days, and the same mourning of Barbara as they had for Jennifer. Caretakers would sometimes come into their cell and take notes on their behavior, but they'd never give them the satisfaction of doing anything interesting for them. Even rarer still, regular employees of the asylum would come to take a look at the creature, none of them staying for long. Except for one...

why did the artist keep bothering her? it doesn't matter, she missed the company

The Doctor himself even paid her a visit once, but he didn't stay for long, and thank god he left so soon. Jinx lived in this cycle until hell came crashing down. Clyde infiltrated the asylum.

Trivia

Her voice claims for her felidae form was just a cat ig, her juvenile form was Veronica Sawyer (Winona Ryder) from Heathers (1989), and her current voice is Ramona Flowers (Mary Elizabeth Winstead) from Scott Pilgrim vs. The World/Takes Off

she is very mitski-penelope scott-jack stauber coded

they hate Clyde so much because they encountered it when they were still just a cat and it literally threw her 💀

she also kinda blames it for her capture because it "should've just left the stupid county alone"

when they're in the area, Jinx just sometimes... chills at Simon's barn; they both relate to not feeding on humans (ofc Jinx still does, but only when desperate)

Jinx's biggest fear is becoming like Clarisse, as some of her """"""interesting""""""" personality traits slipped into Jinx's demeanors, and she's worried that she'll just become a danger that will be abandoned

yeah she has issues save her please

im hinging a lot of her backstory on the headcannon that veldigun can control if their touch is dangerous (y'know, the melding bone and skin stuff)

urghhhh its 1 am what am I doing with my life

after consuming Clarisse, Jinx would start physically eating their victims after claiming their minds, just so they wouldn't leave anything behind

sometimes she purposefully goes into the town to freak out some humans for gits and shiggles

her arms can stretch longer than their normal length

Jinx is cunning, but not as smart as Clyde, but what she can beat him out with is actually just brute strength (she never skips arm day)

teeeechnically her name is Jennifer since that was her first human consumption, but, no offense to Jen, Jinx thinks the name is kinda lame and kept Jinx

illl add more later ig idk

MORE INFO IN REBLOG

ANOTHER THING, I'd like to thank @havoc-bloom for being so kind and letting me info dump to them about her around a year ago, you've helped me so much by talking to me, even if we haven't done it in a while :)

here she is ive been working on this ref ever since volume 1 came out im so glad its finished! ofc now I have to do all my other ocs and my other thing for jinx but eh. im going to go sleep

ill try to edit this in the morning, but I hope you like her!

but more references as a treat

[codwithay]

WHO WAS JAMIE CERVANTES?

Jamie Cervantes is my lotf oc !!! He represents toxic masculinity. Below I have written multiple paragraphs describing him, both pre-island and on the island.

This will be long but I will try to organise it the best I can. I wanted to get out what I have right now for him !! I will probably add more to this later

Ask blog @jamiecervanteslotf

PRE ISLAND

Jamie was raised in a religious household by a single mother. His father died at war when he was a toddler, so he has no memories with him. His mother worked late most nights, so he spent most of his time drawing or exploring outdoors, which he and Simon bonded over. (These explorations expanded to trespassing, which caused him to grow into a thrill seeker.)

He was a member of the choir, which was his mother’s attempt at getting him to socialise and become more involved in their church. He became close friends with those in the choir.

He had no male role models outside of church, so he reflected exactly what they taught him. he was taught that men should be strong and women should be submissive housemakers, which heavily affected how he viewed himself. Through the years he forced himself to hide emotion, pain and fear as he believed it to be feminine.

He developed dermatillomania around the age of eight.

ON THE ISLAND

During most meetings, he tended to keep to himself, though when he did speak it was usually a smug remark or an insult thrown towards whoever disagreed with what he wanted. He was jokingly violent sometimes. Occasionally physically.

During a hunt, he failed to kill a pig. He tried to trap it, which resulted in him being bitten. This bite would heal quickly.

The idea of a beast excited the thrill chaser within him, so he spent many nights outside trying to find evidence of it. These night adventures caused him to miss sleep and begin thinking less clearly.

During all this, he began to feel nauseous, though what do you expect from such a huge change in diet? The hydrophobia must’ve been normal too then, right? And the foaming at the mouth? There’s certainly no way that pig bite was important!!

Jack was hosting a feast at Castle Rock, which Jamie heard about. He showed up quite early for the event though he was feeling unwell. It soon began to storm but they were having fun so it didn’t matter!! Jamie watched them dance, too tired to join in, but his attention was soon brought to the figure crawling from the woods.

Jamie joined in with the rest as they kicked, punched, scratched and bit, but he was not well. He was very unwell, in fact. You see, he was not just biting the beast, but any flesh he could get inbetween his teeth. His mouth tasted of blood of many different people, but he did not care.

As the group dispersed, Jamie realised what he had done. Jamie wiped blood from his lips and crawled away into the forest, ashamed of his own sin.

As he lay on the forest floor, he stared at the sky, wondering if he would ever be forgiven for his actions. The sky seemed to get darker, as if god were rejecting him, and he passed out. He lay there, not dead but not quite alive, for several days.

His body waited for the fire that would inevitably consume him, like hell had come to take him.

[occasional-ghost]

🖼 + Richie & Simon & Sage

Sage:

Simon:

Richie: (Sage holding a future family dog?)

[thewandererh]

Ya’ll’ve seen Noa, Simon, and Leo so far in my cccclinic au. but what about Dove?

KABLAMMO, DOVEBEAM💥💥

bonus content: tidbits on how i figured out dove’s design as a character!

i have a bit of trouble writing the heart-based character in my cccc stories, but i’m very persistent with expanding on everyone equally. a previous writing experiment for this au helped give everyone more depth, and i wanted to reflect that in dove’s design! they were originally verryy,,, blank-feeling, with little to no personality flare reflected through their design. so i got to work.

the blindfold is familiar to a heart’s design, but emphasizes the ‘hiding away’ + an abstract/metaphorical vibe i wasn’t looking for. this heart is diving into a world of self expression while recovering from their whole au ordeal, and favors coziness as stress relief while they get accustomed to the new world. a sleeping eyemask with a unique decal reflected this coziness while giving them a bedhead/mysterious aura. very welcoming!

dove’s short, mangled hair grows out as a form of moving on. they keep their white stressteaks to accept the past while perfecting their purple plumes (the ends naturally turn pink). then comes clothing experiments!

the first outfit above is based for comfort, and is where the permanence of the eyemask appears. unique purple color combos like that feel very ‘dove’ to me :0. the second is for outside occasions with a cane dove’s learning to use. they’ve memorized the house already but handholds or uses a cane in new places. the third is general lounge-wear stitched with comforting texture patches, depicting a forest setting with different moon phases. all three were inspired by something (my chemistry teacher assistant’s outfit, my personal heart fit on a dressup day, and a comfy big sweater thing a friend gave me). they were ways for me to experiment with palettes and decals!

being mute, dove has been learning sign language and braille for communication. i’ve been thinking about them visually “speaking braille” as replacements for speech bubbles in silly jokes, or having the speech bubble come from their hands instead. oc drawing ideas…

last are expressions! understanding how a character visibly expresses themselves adds a lot to their, well, character, especially with how much enthusiasm is behind the expression or movement. it was loads of fun experimenting with how the eyemask would work alongside the eyebrows and mouth. it’s a very meaningful exercise for nailing a demeanor, and I highly recommend :]!

also, i drew the last page while listening to our awesome english teacher read out the LOTF chapter A Gift for the Darkness. my art hilariously contrasted the content of the book and i just wanted to highlight that. man. a new hyperfixation is coming on…

thanks for listening to me figure out dove :]!! you reading means a lot ^^💛

[bebackthen]

ROLEPLAY ADD || little nightmares, adventure time, ninjago

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im still looking for roleplay partners, preferably long term please. ive got worldbuilding and headcanons and plot ideas for all three fandoms and other things if that'll help. i can write three discord messages per reply if you like longer rps, but if youd prefer shorter rps i can do that as well (though i probably will write more anyway!)

i do adventure time, object shows, and little nightmares!! i can do alternate timelines, AU's and OC's (of which i have for all three fandoms!)

ive got alot of ninjago stuff i can talk about in pms if anyones interested, for ninjago i main garmadon but i can also play kai, cole, pixal, nya, and arin.

for object shows ive got plenty of ocs, or i can do canon characters from (ONE, TNM, ITFT, or AB) most of the characters can be negotiated and talked about in pms.

for adventure time i main iceking (and simon), and can do AU's and AT's and have plenty of AUs and alternate timelines! and headcanons

i like angst roleplays, slice of life, and probably more that i cant think of. i have been roleplaying for years so im willing to communicate with my rp partner and figure something out that we both enjoy !! currently i really want to roleplay with either the adventure time, little nightmares, or ninjago fandoms (though object shows are always welcome!) triggers and stuff can be discussed in pms.

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to give this post some substance beside an rp add here is some little nightmares worldbuilding me and my friend did! all locations are either from the games, comics, or podcast except for: the garden, the warehouse/wrens forest, and the vineyard/the village and the farm. those are some custom places we made for an au/to fill out the world. ^^ and the second map is an up close map for the garden!! i like drawing maps

[windyboi101]

Designing Serial Designation T.S.

Hello! If for some reason you have any sort of interest in my Murder Drones OC, Serial Designation T.S., then you can view this post for some insight into the philosophy and ideas behind my designing of T.S. You can see the first 'reference' image of him here.

Most of these inspirations were on purpose, but some happened subconsciously, and I only realized later. :shrug: This post is EXTREMELY LONG! Open at your own risk!

MUSICAL INSPIRATION

One particular song by the retired Dr.Steel inspired me for the idea of this OC, as the lyrics gave me major 'Absolute Solver' vibes:

Left ajar to his hard drive He felt all alive The old robot he used to be dead

There was rage in his brain There was pain in his frame There was love, there was hunger and strife He felt lonely, rejected at times disconnected No answer to the meaning of life So he sang So he sang

The lines about being 'dead' and 'hungry' really just fit Solver as a whole, so the seed of an idea was planted and began to grow into the OC concept I now have.

DESIGN INSPIRATION

I have always been a fan of 'skeletal' and 'lanky' robots. Started far back as Disney's Toontown back around 2010 with Skelecogs.

Here to do business. Source: Toontown Rewritten

I was very young at the time, but these guys terrified me. Their weird toothy smiles and deeper voice than their suited-counterparts cemented them in my brain. More inspirations would come later in my life, around 2017.

Enter: Deadline

Simon Says: Do you want to learn the truth? Source: Popgoes: The Dead Forest

I was (and still kind of am) a huge Five Nights at Freddy's fan. Back in 2017, a particularly interesting fangame was canceled pretty late in development. They released a bunch of trivia on the game and characters, and the 'final boss' was this hooved-monstrosity.

While his design was clearly inspired by a particularly popular cryptid design, I just loved how imposing this robot was. He was giant, he was unbeatable, and you only won the game by terminating the AI that controlled both you and Deadline.

He was so giant he had to crouch in a large hallway to get to you! Source: Popgoes: The Dead Forest

I unknowingly really made some similar design choices with T.S. and I implore you to understand that I was NOT trying to copy the design. A major difference is Deadline's legs bending outward whereas T.S.'s legs bend inward. This was inspired by the next entry. The bones and organic material in T.S.'s design were because of The Solver's abilities, not Deadline's design. What I did intentionally take direct inspiration of was his feet, as I like N's circular 'feet' as opposed to the female Disassembly Drone's pegleg design. Unfortunately, not many Five Nights at Freddy's fangames had these spooky skeletal robots. However, a game I discovered in late 2018, Warframe, introduced a new main antagonist in July of 2019.

"Don't be afraid." Source: Warframe - The New War Teaser 2019 Erra, Sentient-Warlord, Son of Hunhow and Brother of Natah.

Holy shit I love this guy. Sentients are a race of - you guessed it - sentient machines in Warframe that are highly adaptive to all forms of opposition and damage. They started as giant planet-sized creations made to teraform planets and gave birth to 'children' by dividing themselves like starfish. Hunhow even earnt his name as 'Sentient Destroyer of Worlds', and his size explains it all.

Yes, those are entire 4-man-crew spaceships being dwarfed by him.

To sum up the long history, they waged war against their creators and lost, fleeing beyond the solar system. In the New War, they have returned to finish what they started. With this, Erra himself got a small makeover.

Red is my favorite color, and the unnatural, alien-like design of Erra gives him an unsettling figure. His odd grasshopper-like legs have him standing at around 14 ft / 4.26 meters tall. I instantly fell in love with his new design more than his old one. He even has slight mad scientist vibes to him, as he created hybrids from the corpses of Sentient and Warframe alike. Unable to die, these creatures regenerate using the entropic radiation from the shards embedded in the corpses of their 'host'.

Once Creatures made to recreate beauty, now grafted to the corpse of their undying enemy. Source: Warframe Wiki: Archons Lots of spoilers for Warframe ahead: After initially winning the war, enough plot happens where Erra surrenders himself to you in an attempt to save his people and dies helping you make your way to the actual antagonist. Or one would hope. Unfortunately, the Archons were vengeful against their creator, full of spite for the weapons they had been made into. (Sound familiar, Murder Drones fans?)

"Narmer offers freedom. Is that so terrible? Freedom from desire and responsibility, alike. Find freedom, and surrender... as I did."

Source: Warframe - Veilbreaker Ignoring the design similarities between him and Deadline, Erra's new form is more tragic than you'd think. Rather than being some sort of feral beast, Erra's mind is suppressed by the Sentient that has been grafted onto him named Pazuul. Worse, Erra is still in there, unable to act of his own will. Pazuul leads the remnants of the Sentient's army and preaches of their home system, promising their followers eternity in bliss...if they die for their cause. In one of these missions, Erra is able to break through and speak to the player.

"Tenno… I'm truly sorry… for everything. I saw the truth far too late. She will never forgive me. But you will… won't you?" - Erra

As of this post, Erra has yet to be freed from Pazuul's influence, and I can only hope the day comes we can either remove the parasite on his body or put him out of his misery. Erra was the biggest inspiration for T.S. : The concept of a single body having two minds is not a new idea, but the idea of it being two entirely different entities in a robot? Now that's cool as hell! It also helps that both Solver - Affected Drones and Sentients are highly resistant to damage, regenerate, and are otherwise 'alien' to the world.

It was also super similar to how The Solver works in Murder Drones, which is why I made T.S. a host for The Solver...but not any typical one: a host with no more free will. Similar to Cyn, The Solver is all that remains in the form visible. T.S. has been dead for a long, long time.

AUDIO / VOICE-CLAIM INSPIRATIONS

The audio I use as a voice claim for T.S. is from Dead by Daylight's Singularity character, who uses a heavily modified text-to-speech voice as it insults its victims. I always interpreted T.S. being very, very broken and thus having a voice that does not synthesize correctly like other drones, disrupting the illusion of 'humanity' that even normal Worker Drones show, let alone the personalities of main characters like N and Uzi. I also just really like menacing sounding characters. Singularity's voice is split into two parts: a deep, menacing voice, and the normal text-to-speech with modifications made. I chose the deeper voice, as T.S. is a character that would only exist Post-Episode 8 of Murder Drones. You can listen to the voice claim here. Lots of people like to attribute music to their OC's. I tend to do the same, especially for 'boss battle' themes for my OC, because why not? I wanted something that speaks "danger" and "otherworldly" while still being a track for a showdown. Coincidentally, Warframe has a track with the perfect title- Warframe: Hybrid Abominations

STORY INSPIRATION

I struggled making T.S. a character that was scary and tragic without it becoming overtly edgy and reminiscent of a Sonic the Hedgehog OC from DeviantArt in 2012. I'd like to hope I managed this, and if I am wrong, I would appreciate anyone telling me lmao

I am a sucker for 'Doomed Fate' characters. Characters who never even got to experience their life to the fullest, if at all. T.S. lost the memories of how he was damaged, so he only knows what came after his initial repair. Unfortunately, this would not be long before the Absolute Solver arrived in the form of Cyn at the Elliot Manor, and T.S. would be one of the first victims of its experimentation. One of the biggest inspirations of this fate and 'innocent but doomed' character trope was from Mono from Little Nightmares 2, my favorite game of all time. I recommend you play it yourself / watch a no-commentary playthrough before you read the spoilers I am about to drop:

End of the Hall. Source: Little Nightmares 2

Mono is betrayed by his only friend and is doomed to a never-ending cycle of loneliness and betrayal as he earns his place as The Thin Man, doomed to failing to save himself from his own fate and dying at his past self's hands.

While not an exact match to T.S.'s story, he is one doomed by the narrative itself. He never lives a normal life (or what would be normal for a Worker Drone in the Murder Drones universe), he never learns about The Solver. He never learns why anything that happens to him actually happens, or that it is unnatural for it to occur to him. T.S. simply comes to accept his reality, even if it is one he wishes would end. But The Solver does not win. Even though a small fragment of The Solver survives Post-Episode 8 (which I will elaborate on in a separate post, not this one) and takes the irreparable form of T.S. as it's host,

even though The Solver loses any sort of silly personality or innocence in its coding and becomes focused on consuming everything,

even though it knows what it did wrong last time it faced against Uzi, N, V, and the rest of Copper-9: The Solver will not win. Again, I won't spoil it in this post, but The Solver will not prevail in its last-ditch-effort. T.S. will be destroyed and be forgotten by time and only remembered as another victim of The Absolute Solver. Well, you made it to the end of the post! I appreciate your interest in my character and hope you'll stick around my account for content I reblog or write myself. Likes and Reblogs are always appreciated, as they expand my feedback sample-size so I can continue to improve my work :)

[moth-writing-pit]

"Dinner Date"

Self indulgent oc x canon piece. Long-ish drabble

Simon rolled over in bed, groaning to himself. His mind was filled with Ice King memories agian. Tonight he was preparing a spell. A spell he didn't have the matierals for. He went out into the forest until he found what he was looking for, the bramble patch. He had shouted something but he didnt remember what it was. Simon remember he had tried pushing his way into the bramble, hearing hoofsteps before he lifted out of the thorned tangle of vines. It was his first meeting with the Enchantress and he made a fool of himself.

His mind then replayed when he used the spell to talk to Becky in the past and ended up bringing her into the present. When Becky, Finn and Jake were gone he was paid a visit by the Enchantress. Of course he had used unregistered and unstable magic and once again made a fool of himself.

Had there been any time he'd met the Enchantress without making a fool of himself? Simon wasn't sure. He sat up with another groan, blinking his eyes open. Maybe he should apologize for.. well everything she had wittnessed from the Ice King. Including the time he'd kidnapped her thinking she was a princess. He frowned as he thought about it. No, especially for that.

Simon got himself decently presentable and scrounged his drawers for the pendant she gave him. He didn't remember exactly what it did but he refused to lose a gift from someone he considered himself to be so close to.

"There you are," He muttered to himself once he found it, pulling it up to his face. It was a small horse shoe with a pearl painted to look like an eye of a tiger. Simon slipped it over his head and let it hang from his neck. The pendant was cold even with his shirt as a barrier.

He stopped by a local meat shop on his way to the Enchantress'. Simon knew he might get choked up with words so bringing food might prove a welcome distraction. Or perhaps a salvation. Either way, he wasn't not bringing the meat.

"If it ain't Mister Petrikov!" The butcher was a moose-headed scorpion. Not the strangest creature he'd ever seen but up there.

"Simply Simon will do, thank you. I'm looking for a good cut of manticore, please," He said calmly, trying to keep worry out of his voice.

"Manticore, aye? What's got you looking for such fancy meat?"

"I have my reasons.. it's the favorite of a friend, if you must know"

The butcher nodded and went to the back to fetch the cut of meat. Simon caught himself wondering if the fur under the butcher's carcapace was ever uncomfortable. Surely it was but he wouldn't know nor did he plan on asking.

He paid for the meat and politely thanked the butcher. As he walked his free hand idly held the pendant. His thumb repeatedly brushed over the painted pearl. It was soothing. Anchoring even.

The walk took a little longer than usual, probably on account of his detour. He took a deep breath and tapped a stone just barely outside of the bramble patch with his foot. He willed himself to take another deep breath as the vines untangle, revealing a path.

Simon padded down the path and was soon welcomed by the scent of burning Razzle-Root. A calming, sweet scent.

"Out! I've already told you that I do no- ah, Petrikov, I wasn't expecting you. Pleasant surprise," a soft smile graced her muzzle. There was a cauldren bubbling on the fire, full of whole Razzle-Roots. She was probably making some kind of potion. Or maybe she was cooking, it was hard to tell.

"Yes, well a heads up would have probably been helpful, for you," His cheeks flush and his eyes droop to the stone laid floor.

"We've discussed this Petrikov, you're welcome in my den"

"I know, I know but still"

Here he was, trying to apologize for making a fool of himself as the Ice King and making a fool of himself as well himself. How embarassing.

"I uh.. I came to apologize, Enchantress, to you"

"Apologize? For what, I must ask?"

"Every time we were together while I was the Ice King! I did nothing but make a fool of myself!"

She gave a low trill that he took a moment to register as amused. She stepped closer and pulled him into a hug. His cheeks darken in color as he finds his face surrounded in fur. The Enchantress' embrace was comforting, her warmth quite welcome.

"Enchantress.. Really, I am sorry.. especially for the stupid kidnapping," Simon mumbled into her neck fluff.

"I found it amusing. Also you weren't the worst host as Ice King. Surprisingly pleasant. I appreciate it though"

"I'm glad. I'm so glad.. O-oh yeah I uh I brought manticore meat, j-just for you. While uh more or less as a precautionary measure, knowing myself.."

"Oh Simon, you're so sweet"

She pulled away and took the bag from him. She inspected the meat and nodded to herself. The Enchantress pressed a kiss to his temple.

"Let's get cooking, yeah?" She grinned as his cheeks darken to a deep crimson. She tugged him closer as she readied herself for cooking.

Simon and the Enchantress spent a few hours cooking and Simon had forgotten all about his guilt. He felt surpringly at home cooking with her. She'd stolen plenty of kisses. He'd only sneezed twice from her whiskers brushing against him.

It smelled good and cozy. Simon sat on the couch as she started plating. It didn't take long for her to join him, handing him a full plate and keeping one for herself. On a whim he pecked her cheek before eating with her.

[sofasoap]

Lastochka - Part II

Pairing : Nikolai x F!Reader ( OC/Mini MacTavish)

Summary: This is the chance,for Nikolai, Captain of Chimera, to show his quality.  Part II to Lastochka - Little Swallow Part I ,  Interlude,Part III,Part IV,Part V,Epilogue, Night, Epilogue II, Espionage

Warning : Mature to slight E at beginning. Slight violence. Any Russian in here are from google. might be completely off. I apologise. A/N : @homicidal-slvt planted the idea of Nikolai into my brain, and @shkretart, oh lovely Shkretart, HAVE YOU SEEN THEIR BEAUTIFUL ART WORK OF NIKOLAI? and Price? and Simon? and Soap? and and and and EVERYTHING? Their art just makes me froth. Just go check it out.

My usual thanking @saltofmercury, mother of Mini, for lending me the character :) Please go and check out her fics!

“masterlist” for Mini MacTavish expanded verse.

You don’t know how you ended up in this position. Straddling him, one hand grabbing onto his shoulder,digging your nails in, the other grabbing onto his gold chain, moaning as you grind into him.

“That’s it my Lastochka, I did promise you for a good ride didn’t I?” he purred into your ear with his accented English as he grabs tight onto your waist, as he starts to thrust upwards, going deeper and faster. Tilting his head , trailing kisses and licks down your neck, until he reaches your breast, hovering over a nipple, teasing it a little bit before sucking. 

You let out a scream as the orgasm hits you. 

“You right Mini?” 

You opened your eyes, realised Soap has grabbed onto your shoulder, preventing you from toppling over onto the floor. Then you remember, you are on the helicopter, on your way to the next mission, somewhere in the Eastern Europe conflict zone. 

Looking around, all the men were looking at you, confused and worried. “You didn’t sleep well again did you. What were you dreaming of? That was one mighty scream.” your brother gave you a disapproving yet worried look. Shaking your head, you never sleep well the night before the mission. No matter how many times you accompany the boys to the frontline, you were never a trained soldier like them nor were you really supposed to be there. But somehow they wanted your expertise and the boys trust you caring for them over other medics. “Um. No. I had a bit of a nightmare..” Rubbing your face trying to wake up,not willing to elaborate any further. “What nightmare?” Gaz frowned, worrying about his best friend. 

“UM.I . Um, I dreamt that you…” you stuttered. 

“Me?” Gaz raised his eyebrow

“Yea You.. you pushed me out of the helicopter.”

You see Gaz’s face crumbling. Sorry Gaz, you apologise to him in your mind. There is NO WAY you are going to tell the truth. How are you going to tell them your damn mind and body are betraying you, lusting over a flirtatious Russian pilot???

You heard Nikolai let out a barking laugh from the pilot seat.

“Have I traumatised you so much Lastochka, that you keep having repetitive dreams about falling out,” he leans a bit closer, “ or were you dreaming about something else?” You and Nikolai standing outside the helicopter, your face heated up at the suggestive question. Giving a glare and ignoring his question before turning away to farewell the boys, each of them coming over to pat you on the shoulder, mumbling a few words,before marching off into the forest. Price was the last one to bid his goodbye, he gave Nikolai a warning look, Don’t you dare do anything to my kid ,before patting you on the head and took his leave. 

“Lady Fortuna? What is that about? Are you some sort of good luck charm to them or something.”  Nikolai muses as he overheard the boy’s mumbling. “You can say that.” Early winter wind blows over, giving you the shivers as you reply to him, you hug yourself, trying to get a bit of warmth by rubbing your arms up and down. 

Seeing your discomfort, Nikolai softens and jerks his head towards the helicopter, “Come on, let’s get inside. No use of us waiting out here for hours. I got hot coffee to warm you up.”

Taking out a flask , Nikolai poured a cup of coffee and passed it to you. Whispered your thanks, before digging into your backpack and taking out a container and opening it.

“I baked some chocolate biscuits last night. Take some before the boys come back and inhale it all.” 

Two of you sat in the helicopter cabin, sipping on coffee and eating the biscuits in silence. 

“So why Lady Fortuna?” Nikolai broke the silence, asking the question again.

Tilting your head,you thought about where to start. 

“You know Soap is my brother. The best big brother you can ask for. “ You smiled as you bit into the biscuit. 

“I look up to him. Follow him everywhere. Copy everything he is doing. But when he got into the military, into SAS, I knew I wasn’t made to be a soldier.” 

“I had to try the other way. To his dismay. He doesn’t want me to get into all the blood sheds and all the horror he has witnessed. I don’t blame him.”  Picking up your mug, you noticed it was already empty, Nikolai picked up the flask, poured you another fill. 

“Using my brain instead. I studied hard. Got into nursing, paramedicine, post graduate studies, and trained myself up. And by miracle, Laswell recruited me into the SpecGru infirmary division. Despite me having absolutely no military background prior.” 

“None at all?” Nikolai was surprised. Apart from that mid-air near misses, you seem to be pretty calm every time there is an attack happening. 

“Unless you count those amatuer training sessions Johnny throws at me everytime he comes home for a visit, or the paintball survival games I've been dragged to by the boys, then no. Absolutely none.” 

“You held up pretty well.”

“Thank you, I thought so too. Until you nearly threw me out of the plane.” 

Nikolai let out a hearty laugh. “ Still mad at me for that Lastochka?”

You pouted. “Captain said you are a good pilot.“

“Hey, I saved everyone’s ass.”

Drumming the biscuit tin after you took more out, “Anyway, the team noticed a strange trend of everytime I get deployed with them, they suffer almost minimal or zero casualties, I earn the call sign Lady Fortuna.” Rolling your eyes, “ I became an instant mascot of sorts, everyone wants me to get deployed with their team, to be their medic.” You sighed with slight irritation in your voice. “But mostly I stick with TF141, with the Captain's team and my brother. Unless Laswell gives the order.” 

“I don’t regret my choice, I get to be alongside my brother, keeping them alive, even though I believe my Lady luck status is superstitious, but if they help them to come back in one piece everytime, I am willing to tag along wherever they go.”

“Maybe I should steal the Goddess and keep her all to myself.” 

“Captain Nikolai.” Putting down your now empty mug, you turn to face him. “You know that is not possible. Price won’t let you touch me, my band of brothers wouldn’t let you do that either.”

“Well what about you?” Looking at you right in the eye, “What do YOU want?”

“….” You don’t even know how you feel about the whole situation. Your mind keeps warning you it’s not a good idea to get involved with him. But this man, in front of you, has such charisma, you can’t help being drawn into him. You just can’t seem to figure out what this man is just toying with you, or he is being dead serious. 

As if sensing your conflict, he patted your hand, “I am not forcing you into anything you don’t want to do my little bird.”  

Two of you spend the rest of the day deep in thought. 

“I am sorry Mini, you are probably the only one they wouldn’t recognise and less conspicuous amongst the crowd. “Laswell sent you undercover, as the last resort. 

She promised you that you would have someone to extract you in case something goes wrong. 

You were successful executing the first half of the mission, managing to plant the monitoring device without being noticed. Completing the second part of the mission wasn’t so easy. You snatched the data chip from the designated hiding spot, before realising there are hostile agents following you. Sliding the chip securely into your inner pocket of trench coat, you took a deep breath and broke into a run. Trying hard to remember the map of the area you work hard to imprint into your brain days leading up to the mission.

A broad figure darted out from nowhere and pulled you into the narrow alleyway.  

“Keep running Lastochka, just keep going!!” There was only one person that would call you by that endearment. 

Sounds of gunshots start echoing through the old streets,you follow the command, and continue to weave in and out of the narrow side streets, resisting the urge to look back. 

You never ever expected you would be going on the run with Nikolai. You heard a few more popping sounds and a grunt from Nikolai, you slowed your pace a little and turned your head, only to see him clutching his shoulder, stumbling slightly before urging you on.  

“DUCK!”  Quickly picking up a random object from the ground and with a split second warning given, you threw it straight into the attacker, who out of nowhere appeared from the corner of the street behind Nikolai, knocking the gun out of his hand. 

“Nice aim, little bird.” Nikolai groaned as he turned and shot the gunman.

“You are hurt.” coming up beside him, you pulled his coat aside, checking for the extend of injury. He waved you off, “ I had worse than this. Come on. There is a safe house not too far away.” Arriving at the bottom of a rundown apartment about five minutes later, punching in the code for the lock, before pushing you in and closing the door after checking no one was following, both of you made your way up the stairs to the top floor of the building. It was a very sparsely decorated unit. Old couch with a sad looking coffee table, no tv, simple bookshelves with few books, kitchenette and small bathroom and bedroom off to the side. Nikolai secured the locks on the door, initiated the alarm system, before moving towards the window, lifting the dirty old curtain slightly, peering out to scan the street.  Seemingly satisfied, he left out a huff, before making his way to where you are standing, as you look at his shoulder, concern evident on your face. “There is a medkit in the bathroom.”  Before he even finishes his sentence, you made your way into there, dug out a medkit that has seen better days. It has all the essentials in there, you are guessing there must be some sort of safehouse caretakers that goes around checking for supplies once in a while. 

Nikolai already took his coat and shirt off when you came back into the living room. He wasn’t joking when he said this wasn’t the worst injury he had by the look of old scars that are scattered around his torso. Made you think back to your brothers and members you had treated, they really put their lives on the line. Setting the kit on the small coffee table, you ask him to turn around. You let out a breath of sigh as you notice it was only a graze wound rather than a direct hit. “Not a major wound. You should be ok within a week.” you mumbled as you patch him up. 

“Told you it’s not that bad. Maybe your Lady Fortuna aura protected me from further harm.”

“ You didn’t have to put your life on the line to shield me.” You feel a bit guilty. You knew the risk of this mission, you accepted it even with protests from the boys. “ Why did you agree to be my backup?” 

“I know this part of the world well. I have connections.” Turning himself around as you finish putting the last bit of the dressing on, “Can’t let my favourite little bird be in the danger zone all by herself.” 

Lifting your head, you peer into his eyes, the deep brown orbs, boring into yours with such intensity and seriousness, you immediately duck your head down, cheeks burning. 

“Why.” You asked again.

“You know my feelings for you.”

Indeed. He has been patiently waiting for you, and was true to his words from previous interactions, he hasn’t forced you into any situation that you are not consented to.

“Plus,” He cups your face, lightly stroking your cheek with his thumb. “Soap was threatening me if you pull through this mission with one slight scratch,he will be setting the whole task force after me.”

“He’s all bark and no bites most of the time.” You closed your eyes. Your wall of defence starts to crumble. Savouring the heat emitting through his big warm hand. 

“I am pretty sure he was serious. You should see the look Price and Ghost was giving me as well. Gaz was gripping onto my shoulder pretty hard too.”You were touched that your team family was looking out for you. When you accepted the mission, you were eager to finally try to prove yourself. Not to be wrapped up in bubbles and be more useful to the team. “They baby me too much.” “They love you too much to send you into danger.” With all the adrenaline rush finally wearing off, you let out a yawn. 

“Come on Lastochka. Go get some rest. I’ll contact Laswell for exfil details. We should be safe here in the meantime.” Patting you on the head before pulling away, immediately you miss the warmth and his touch. 

He stood up, bending over to pick up his stained shirt to put back on, you walked up behind him, leaning your head into his back. 

“Спасибо Николай.” you whispered.

“Anything for you ненаглядная. Anything for you.”

Спасибо Николай - Thank you Nikolai Ненаглядная - precious