#oc: simon forester

[the-witching-ash]

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

[harveywritings92]

[The scattered team’s reaction to seeing a large plume of smoke coming from the forest.]

Ghost, just outside of the tree line: What the fuck's on fire?

Soap, climbing up a cliff just noticing the smoke now: Whoa, what’s on fire?

Orphan, smack dab in the middle of the smoking forest not even fazed: Smokey’s in the game, something's probably on fire...

[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.

[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):

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

[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 ^^💛

[the-witching-ash]

🖼 + Richie & Simon & Sage

Sage:

Simon:

Richie: (Sage holding a future family dog?)

[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 :)

[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

[heljay]

So I ended up with a whole-ass OC to give Simon a mom lol

Phoebe is a descendant of Grant's, herself well-traveled and a clever pair of hands. However, piracy didn't appeal as much as vampire hunting did, and it was in pursuit of that particular career that she found herself spending a lot of time with the then-wielder of the Vampire Killer. She would end up marrying into the Belmont family with Simon as her firstborn.

She knew her son was destined into a difficult future, and just how difficult became clear when Simon told his parents about a "strange man" who spoke to him from the edge of the forest's shadows when he was six. Though there was no way to know who that man was, Simon's father was convinced that it was an omen of Dracula's impending return this century, and began Simon's training. (Sure enough, it was a specter of Dracula, encountering little Simon at a moment when the line between the living world and the night was thin.)

Phoebe aided in this training, but also assured that Simon didn't waste his entire childhood on his imposed fate. She brought him traveling around Europe, the Middle East, north Africa. Through her he gained many of his most noble instincts as well as an adept hand with his subweaponry. However, by the time Simon was fourteen, word came to the Belmonts about a powerful vampire in Styria-- one that Simon's father planned to bring him to slay. Phoebe knew Simon wasn't ready, so she went herself.

It didn't work out well for her.

It was a family friend who slew what was left of Phoebe and brought her body home. The vampire that took Simon's mother from him would turn out to be Carmilla, and Simon would find that out mid-combat with her.

Other info: Phoebe fights with dual sabers and a grappling hook. She has the same acrobatics skills as Grant, if perhaps slightly more limited than Mr. Anti-Gravity. (She also lands more gracefully than he does lmao)

She would be proud of the man her boy turned out to be, if she ever got to see it.

[iamcautiouslyoptimistic]

Hello dear! <3 For you!

☕ coffee or tea: describe your OC’s favorite place to relax.

🧥 warm coat: share a happy or fuzzy scene from your wip!

Hello, hello! Thank you for the ask❤️ sorry this took a few days! I'm not nauseous anymore so I can finally sit down and write again✌🏻

I'm gonna go with Lance for the first question cuz he needs some love!

☕️ - Lance enjoys hiking so any place he can walk to and be left alone for a bit is perfect. He grew up on a ranch so somewhere with a good view is his favorite. Forests, fields, mountains, etc let him clear his head and let down for once.

🧥 - I've got so many WIPs right now so have this terribly cheesy unfinished Ghost x reader story from about a year ago❤️

Ghost had never really cared about how he looked. His long, sharp features were left scarred after years of combat and his mop of dirty-blond hair was always askew because of his mask. He liked to think he was handsome, but had never really sought out an opinion on the topic. His face was covered most of the time so what did it matter, anyway? With the job he had, he didn’t really need to be attractive. 

But now, his cheeks burned beneath her gaze, wondering exactly what she thought of him. Her shock was obvious but he couldn’t tell what she was thinking beyond that. 

Then, her lips split into a beaming smile. She lifted a hand to cradle his cheek and he tried not to flinch away from her touch, gentle as it was. Her thumb traced the scar beneath his eye, featherlight and hesitant. He finally let himself lean into her palm and breathed out a contented sigh. 

“Hi, Simon,” she murmured playfully. Ghost had disappeared with the mask, leaving the man underneath open and vulnerable. 

A tentative smile pulled at his lips as he met her eyes. “Hi, love.”

“I like seeing you smile,” she said. “It’s pretty.”

He tried not to blush. “Me, pretty?” 

With his fellow soldiers, he was confident but her? It was different with her. 

“Yes, you,” she parroted. “Should I call you handsome instead?”

He couldn’t help the heat that flooded his features this time and lowered his gaze. “I don’t know ‘bout that.”

She lifted his chin so that he would look at her again. “None of that,” she told him. “You’re very handsome and you’ve got nothing to be embarrassed about.”

Simon huffed, his lips quirking. “Careful, love. You keep talkin’ like that and I might just have to kiss you.”

His eyes widened when he realized what he’d said. Was he really flustered enough to be talking like that? Fuckin’ hell, Simon. 

Her own cheeks reddened to match his. “I mean, if that’s what it takes,” she said with a chuckle. Her eyes softened as she gazed at him. “I certainly wouldn’t mind being kissed by you, pretty boy.”

He knew she was teasing, but fuck, he could get used to her compliments. Her words had already managed to burrow their way into his chest and nestle right beside his heart, offering a warmth he didn’t realize he been craving. 

[ohbo-ohno]

Obessed with the idea where you’re just really damn fast in the ghoap serial killer AU.

So Simon and Johnny let you go thinking it’d be a fun little game for them, except— much to their shock— you make them work for it. (Maybe you’re muzzled during this so that you don’t try to scream and attract attention from anyone nearby?)

Just imagining Johnny being giddy with excitement and Simon cocking his head ever so slightly as they watch you disappear into the forest. They’d take off after you, feet thundering against the ground and echoing throughout the forest— and somehow, you seem to speed up even more.

Feel like you would have the advantage of being lighter than Simon and Johnny, letting you gain more momentum, enough to prevent them from capturing momentarily; but I also feel like they’d have shitloads of stamina and their military training to boot.

So maybe in the beginning they take it easy, perhaps underestimating you— something they make sure to not do next time— and just yelling out to you in the forest. Johnny would taunt you with a big shit-eating grin on his face and Simon would say the most ominous shit that would internally freak you the fuck out.

The start to get worried when they notice some smoke and realise some campers or something are nearby.

You notice the same time they do and you take off with them hot on your heels. (Knowing that Death in the form of two men are following close behind you, that these people will likely die because of your choice— knowing and choosing to anyway, praying that they’ll be enough to distract Simon and Johnny long enough so that you can escape.)

Your start to hear sounds, and something stirs in you; but before you can make it another step you’re slammed into the ground and the air is forced out of you. Maybe you’re dazed and can’t focus on anything but breathing at the moment- you don’t even notice when you’re picked up or being moved, can only scream in frustration later when Simon and Johnny have chained you up as punishment.

(Simon ends up putting a leather shock collar on you next time they play so that you don’t get to far— unbeknownst to you of course. You just think that they’re fucking insane and logically, in your brain, said territory just comes with weird kinks on top of that.)

🍋 Anon

Lemon you’re my soulmate

I’m always so torn on how much of a Character to make a reader insert, because I don’t want to actually make an OC. I never describe readers in my WIPS either (so anyone can read them - please let me know if I ever use descriptive words and I’ll cut them out) past having them be AFAB and fem presenting, but the temptation to give them a decently unique background is sooo strong.

I love love love the idea of the Serial Killer AU!Reader being from like, rural southern America (like me lol) and having grown up chasing friends through the forest, so this whole “playing tag with a serial killer” thing ends up being just That taken to its most extreme version. She’s a little bit feral, she’s run barefoot through the woods before, she can do this

The scenario you wrote with the campers has my heart pounding. I could see that going one of two ways

(a) You make it to the campsite. As soon as you spot the smoke you’re off like a shot, and because you’re closer to the campers than Ghost and Soap, you get there first. The poor campers are having a lovely night toasting marshmallows and bam - a naked, muzzled, and filthy woman bursts into the clearing like her ass is on fire.

You try to rush them out - don’t worry about the muzzle you have to fucking go they’re literally right behind you - but they’re not listening, crowding around you instead and prying at the muzzle, at your sluggishly bleeding cuts (from the bushes you’d skimmed). They’re weirdly touchy, and you end up desperately shoving their hands away and near screaming through the muzzle to be heard.

The first one is shot through the head. One second he’s panicking and telling his friends to get away from you, the next his head is just gone - just an explosion of red and brains from a shotgun blast. That gets the others screaming, gets them dashing away from you. But you know it’s too late, can only fall to your knees and squeeze your eyes shut in hopes that it’s over soon.

You only stay like that for a moment, their screams already fading a little with your disassociation, when a rough hand grabs a chunk of your hair and yanks back. Your eyes fly open, and Simon rumbles in your ear, “No, look. Look at what he’s doing to them. Look at what you’ve done to them.” You thrash a little, throwing yourself this way and that to try and get away but Simon’s grip doesn’t loosen at all, and you don’t want him to tear chunks of your hair out. You squeeze your eyes shut to block out the axe Johnny raises high above his head and the screaming girl beneath him, only to feel a heavy smack against your cheek. Simon snarls, his anger radiating through every word. “No. You fucking look. This is your fault, these people wouldn’t have died if you hadn’t fucked everything up. You’re going to watch them suffer, and then you’re going to dig their graves.”

And you do. You watch Johnny decapitate the girl, watch him guy another person and force their head down to see it, watch him strangle a third, bash a fourths head in with a rock. The dirt is more red than brown by the time he’s done, and you can’t hold back the sobs and pained moans, loud enough to be heard even through the muzzle. Johnny sits with you and the corpses while Simon grabs a shovel, reiterates again and again that these people died because you were a fucking idiot, and the three of you are out until sunrise while you dig a grave for them.

Later, Simon bandages your wrecked hands and Johnny coos over you, kisses your palms and apologizes when you whine at the sting. Simon gives you painkillers, and neither of them make you lift a finger until you’re all healed up

(b) You don’t make it to the campsite. Johnny and Ghost have already got you in their sights, and the half second you pause in surprise before taking off to your gives them enough time to catch up. You run with everything you’re worth, sprinting faster than you ever have before to get there before them and pray to God someone has a gun.

You’re almost there, you could nearly throw out a hand and be seen in the clearing, when you’re tackled to the earth. You go rolling, breath knocked out of you and your back erupting in pain as you’re viciously held to the ground. There’s a hand locked around your throat, and body straddling you, and it takes a minute for you to be able to blink past the pain and see that it’s Johnny.

“What were you gonna do, huh? Gonna go running off and beg for help? No one can fucking help you out here, bonnie. We’d slaughter them - might just do it anyway. That what you want? Huh?”

His teeth are bared, sweat dripping from his face to yours and eyes alight in a sort of primal rage. He flips you onto your stomach, fucks you deep into the dirt right there as you stare at your would-be saviors. You scream, cry, beg, and more, but the muzzle muffles you so you’re not even sure if Johnny can hear you. Your orgasm comes just as the first person’s head is blown to smithereens

Love the inclusion of the shock collar again. I feel like it fits more in this AU than the other one tbh

[httpsghostie]

M.I.A

ahm I dont know what this is, but this time im sorry for it

had to write this in my native language so I'm sorry in advance if something's wrong

dont murder me pls I'll write more fluff after this ok

inspired by the night does not belong to god

Summary: Death is inevitable in the battlefield.

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: angst, Simon 'Ghost' Riley x OC, violence, mentions of death

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It was night when it happened.

Night vision goggles helped them through the darkness of the woods as Ghost led the way. The chaotic explosion had split them from the rest of their squad, leaving them with no choice but to navigate their way through the dense forest. 

Twigs snapped beneath them as they ran. The moon's pale glow filtered through the canopy, casting eerie shadows on the forest floor. Wraith's heart raced with each step, and she anxiously looked down at her leg.  

The chain of events unfolded fast, as the enemies artfully dangled their bait. Like desperate, starving fish, the team took the plunge, diving headlong into the trap. Through the dense forest, Wraith's only concern was to escape alive. Or at least that's what she thought.

Adrenaline coursed through her veins, the rush of it drowning out the pain throbbing in her thigh. She gritted her teeth, trying her best to keep up with Ghost's rapid pace, but it didn't help when he had giant legs. Each step sent a jolt of agony through her injured leg, leaving her limping and struggling to maintain balance. They had been running for what felt like an eternity, and she was pushing herself beyond her physical limits.

The weight of the gear bore down on her,  and she felt heavier with each passing moment. The rifle felt like a burden in her hands, and the once comforting weight of the thick bulletproof vest now pressed mercilessly against her chest. The belts and holsters that held essential tools and weapons were now digging into her thighs, causing discomfort she could hardly bear. As her vision blurred and her head spun, she realized her body was giving in to exhaustion.

Ghost glanced back, noticing her erratic movements and the grimace of pain etched across her face. Wraith felt a nauseous wave wash over her body, a mixture of exhaustion and frustration. She cursed herself for her misstep that entangled her foot on a branch, sending her tumbling to the ground. Her pride hurt as much as her leg.

"Come on, Wraith" shouts Ghost, his heart pounding with terror as he was terrified to see the woman before him suffering as her thigh bled. His hands instinctively grabbed the shoulder strap on her vest and dragged her through the mud, looking for a denser area to let rest.

Ghost's urgent shout snapped her back to reality, his fear mirroring her own. Despite the pain and the increasing weakness in her limbs, she knew she had to try to keep moving. This was far from over, and they were still deep within hostile territory.

The mud sucked at her boots as Ghost dragged her to a slightly denser area. Gently, he helped her down to sit against a tree, his worry evident as he examined her bleeding thigh. Her breathing was labored, and she could feel her heart pounding in her chest.

Ghost tore a strip of cloth from his own gear and improvised a makeshift bandage for her wound. His hands worked skillfully, a testament to his training and experience. Once he finished, he looked into her eyes, the weight of the situation hanging heavily between them.

The sudden sting on Ghost's back sent a shiver down his spine, immediately snapping him out of his focused state. His body dropped to the ground, pulling the injured woman along with him, seeking cover from the unseen threat. He knew all too well the distinct danger of a sniper's presence.

His mind raced, trying to assess their situation. They were vulnerable, and the dense forest provided limited protection against the sniper's accuracy. Ghost's eyes darted around, but his body gave in, collapsing onto hers. His wound ached, but she wasn't near to reassure he'd be okay.

Her body laid against a tree and for a brief moment she found herself dreaming.

She muttered at the unbearable weight on her chest, batting her eyelashes to understand the events. The sun was rising on the horizon, it was so beautiful, but yet so… painful.

As soon as her vision cleared, her eyes trailed down where she found her partner laying against her chest, arms on either side of her legs. It takes a moment to realize it was real.

The whites of your eyes

Turn black in the lowlight 

The frigid air seemed to mirror the cold reality of their situation as she desperately tried to stem the flow of blood from Simon's wound. Her hands trembled as she realized the severity of his condition. Despite his low tone and apparent indifference, she could see the pain etched in his eyes.

"The sky is beautiful, don't you think?" Noticing the moving person behind him, Ghost says. She nods anxiously, looking down.

"I can't lose you, Simon," she pleaded, tears streaming down her cheeks as she attempted to keep him awake. "Please, we have to keep fighting."

In turning divine

We tangle endlessly

Feeling the bitter cold seep into her bones, she tried to ignore her own pain, focusing solely on keeping Simon conscious and warm. Their situation was dire, but she couldn't bear the thought of losing him, not after all they had been through together.

As her body grew weaker, she clung to his words, finding solace in the memories they had shared. Their unconventional relationship had been a source of comfort in the chaos of their lives. They had found solace in each other's arms, their bond transcending the trials they faced.

Like lovers entwined

"They won't find us, stop moving around, it's cold." Despite almost being unconscious, he still managed to be ignorant sometimes. 

It was, in fact, cold. It was freezing cold. Or was it the life slipping away from their fingertips?

"No, not this way, Simon" she tries to move, but her legs don't respond to her commands. He breaks at her words.

This life was painful, the only joy of his life was having someone he could trust as much as her. They weren't exactly the definition of a relationship, but late at night they'd always find comfort in each other’s arms.

I know for the last time

"We won't make it out." He says, stern, but the fabric on his mask was soaked with his tears.

You will not be mine

Having tested all the channels on the radio, they knew there was no way anyone could find them in time.

"This wasn't what I expected from this mission, thank God I spent so much time memorizing every detail of you so I can find you again in another life." Ghost squeezed her legs, but she couldn't feel it.

"Simon-" she can't help but sob, taking every strength of her body to wrap her arms around him.

So give me the night, the night, the night

Death was inevitable, and being near her almost every single day made it even less scary, but nothing could prepare Wraith for having her loved one fall into a deep sleep on her arms. As the minutes passed, she felt Simon's grip slipping away, his breathing becoming shallower. Despite her efforts, there was little she could do to escape their fate. With each passing second, the weight of his words settled in her heart.

As his eyes began to close, Wraith held onto him, remaining by his side, refusing to let go until the last breath left his lips. In that moment, surrounded by the silence, she felt a profound loss. Simon had been her anchor, her confidant, and somehow her source of strength, and she held onto that until the very last end. She wouldn’t forgive herself if she let him see her die after all he’s been through.

He slipped into a deep slumber, large palm still clutching hers. Their souls would forever be intertwined, regardless of time or circumstance. As the cold darkness of night enveloped their lifeless bodies, her soul held onto the memories, cherishing the agonizing love and pain they had shared—transcending life and death.

The night comes down like heaven