#oc; michael d��wall

[did-someone-say-aliens]

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CURRENTLY WORKING ON A VISUAL NOVEL CALLED COIN SLOT PASSION!! :D

Dni List: Homophobes, Racists, 18+ content or blogs, Sexists, Fujoshis, MAPs, ableists, proshippers, nsfw agere, Transphobes, TERFS AND RADFEMS >:/

Accounts: @kinnie-central (i only post on there once in a blue moon) I post kinnie bingos on there. And @gir-parodyaccount where it’s basically just a Gir from invader zim parody account @costasella is an rp blog for my pressure oc :)

Fandoms I rp: I love roleplaying and my dms are always always always open! Absolutely NO nsfw. NONE. I may not always answer super fast. I get demotivated really easily too just fair warning T-T

ROLEPLAYS: closed for now!

Roleplay Information! Just to skip past the whole HUSTLE BUSTLE OOH what character do you want to be oh but i wanted to be that character, I'll list the ones I usually play as for the fandoms I roleplay :) If there is more than one listed it's not because I rp all of them in the same one, it's if you wanna be that character then I can be a different one and I'll be ok with it :)

Aggretsuko: Shikabane, Fenneko

Ace Attorney: Any

Avatar: Toph, Mai

Amphibia: Marcy, Dr. Jan

Adventure Time: Fern, Magic Betty

BSD: Dazai, Ranpo, Edgar, Fyodor, Nikolai, Kyōka

Blue's Clues: Green, Rainbow, Blue, Magenta

Battle Kitty: Kitty, Orc, Aeon, Iago

Cookie Run: Pure Vanilla, White Lily/Dark Enchantress, Mystic Flour, Elder Faerie, Espresso, Affogato

Dsaf: Dee

Danganronpa: Kyoko, Celestia, Sayaka, Mikan, Chiaki, Nagito, Ibuki, Shuichi, Kokichi, Rantaro, Angie, Tsumugi

Undertale/Deltarune/UT AUs: Dream/Shattered, Ink, Fatal Error, Geno, Blueberror

DDLC: Yuri, Sayori

Dogman: Any

Dandy's World: Astro, Razzle & Dazzle, Twisted Glisten

Death Note: L, Near, Misa, Teru (sometimes???)

Dialtown: Phonegingi, Karen

DHMIS: Yellow Guy, Sketchbook, Lesley

ENA: Ena, Merci, Shepherd

FNAF: Charlie/Puppet, Sundrop, Moondrop, Eclipse, Withered Bonnie, Lefty, Lolbit

FPE: Any

FNF: Nene

Ghost and Pals: Christopher, Arc, Cakey, Creative Piko, Kennith, Epta, Evelyn J.

Hello Puppets: Riley

INMIMB: Embry

Invader Zim: GIR, Gaz, Zim

Lalaloopsy: Rosy Bumps N Bruises, Bea Spells A Lot, Spot Splatter Splash, Crumbs Sugar Cookie, Pillow Featherbed, Charlotte Charades, Dot Starlight, Furry Grrs A Lot, Haley Galaxy

MLP: Fluttershy, Twilight Sparkle, Princess Luna, Sci-Twi, Gloriosa Daisy

Max & Ruby: Max

MHA: Tsuyu Asui, Mei Hatsume, Tamaki Amajiki, Kinoko Komori, Anan Kurose (Thirteen), Reiko Yanagi, Mawata Fuwa

Monster High: Frankie, Twyla, Draculaura, Rebecca

MCSM: Olivia, Jesse, Xara

Night in the Woods: Mae

Omori: Sunny, Basil

Over the Garden Wall: Any

Octonauts: Peso, Tweak

Ouran High School Host Club: Haruhi

Project Sekai: Nene Kusanagi, Mafuyu Asahina, Rui Kamishiro, Ena Shinonome, Emu Otori

Pressure: Any

PPG: Bubbles, HIM

Pepper's Playhouse: Any

Popee the Performer: Eepop, Popee

Pokemon: N, James, Kieran, Allister, Piers, Klara

Portal: Any

Raggedy Ann: Any

Regretevator: Party Noob, Prototype, Scag, Bive

Splatoon: Any

Sesame Street: Any

Stardew Valley: Maru, Krobus

Star Vs. The Forces of Evil: Eclipsa, Celena

She-Ra: Entrapta, Double Trouble

Sanrio: Any

Sonic: Silver, Tails, Shadow

Skullgirls: Painwheel, Marie, Squigly

Steven Universe: Spinel, Peridot, Blue Diamond, Blue Pearl, Rainbow Quartz 2.0

Smile For Me: Kamal, Questionette, Dr Habit

Shopkins: Any

Steve Saga: Green Steve, Rainbow Steve

TTS/Vat7k: Cassandra, Varian, Nuru

TSAMS: Sun, Solar, Eclipse, Ruin, Bloodmoon

TTATC: Tack

TWF: Banny, Susan, Billy

TMC: Any

TMA: Michael (Pre-spiral and spiral), Helen (Spiral), Nikola Orsinov, Anabelle Cane

The Lego Movie: Benny, Unikitty

Trolls: Any

The Stanley Parable: Any

The Case Study of Vanitas: Vanitas

TOH: Hunter, Raine, The Collector

TMNT (mostly rottmnt): Donnie

TAWOG: Any

Vocaloid: Fukase, Yowane Haku, YohioLOID

Welcome Home: Wally, Sally, Poppy

Wordgirl: Dr Two Brains, Toby, Wordgirl

Yuppie Psycho: Tiki-Taka

Yandere Sim: Oka Ruto, Amai Odayaka, Supana Churu

Yo Gabba Gabba: Plex

FANDOMS: (oh boy here we go. I have no life can you tell?)

Purple- Fandoms I love to roleplay!

Orange- Fandoms I roleplay sometimes.

White- Fandoms I don't roleplay (but am still in)

Animal Jam, Aggretsuko, Animal Crossing, Ace Attorney, Avatar the Last Airbender, Angel Hare, Alice in Wonderland, Amphibia, Adventure Time, Angel Beats, A Short Hike, Animaniacs, A Mall Near You, Ann, Attack on Titan, Bungo Stray Dogs, Bigtop Burger, Bandori, BURNER, BFDI, Bendy and the Ink Machine, Bluey, Blue’s Clues, Battle Kitty, Bonnie’s Bakery, Baldi’s Basics, Blackout Hospital, Cookie Run, Crowscare, Cemetery Mary, Camp Here and There, Critterspace, Captain Underpants, Corpse Factory, Cuphead, Creepy Tale, Dayshift at Freddy’s, Danganronpa, Deltarune, Doors, Doki Doki Literature Club, Dungeons & Dragons, Dogman, Dandy’s World, Death Note, Dialtown, Demon Slayer, Don’t Hug Me I’m Scared, Death and Taxes, Death Mark, Ensemble Stars, ENA, Ever After High, Five Nights at Freddy’s, Fundamental Paper Education, Fatum Betula, FNF, Ghost and Pals, Gorillaz, Good Omens, Genshin Impact, Ghost Eyes, Gravity Falls, GRIS, Gavril, Hello Charlotte, HFJONE, Happy Tree Friends, Honkai Star Rail, Hooky, Homestuck, Hello Puppets, Hero Hours Contract, House, Hypnospace Outlaw, Harmony and Horror, It’s Not Me It’s My Basement, Inside Job, Inanimate Insanity, Invader Zim, Indigo Park, John Doe, Kirby, K-On!, Littlest Pet Shop, Lego Monkie Kid, Lego Batman, Lord of the Rings, Lalaloopsy, Lucky Star, Lain, League of Enthusiastic Losers, Little Nightmares, Looking Up I See Only A Ceiling, Lost in Random, Leftovers, My Little Pony, Max and Ruby, Minecraft, Marionetta, My Hero Academia, Monster High, Moon Phase, Minecraft Story Mode, Mad Father, Milk Inside a Bag of Milk, Milky Way Prince, Mario, Night in the Woods, Ninjago, Nimona, Neon Genesis Evangelion, Needy Streamer Overload, Nana, Ni no Kuni Wrath of the White Witch, Omori, Over the Garden Wall, OK K.O, Octonauts, Ouran Highschool Host Club, One-Eyed Lee and the Dinner Party, Project Sekai, Pressure, Parappa the Rapper, Powerpuff Girls, Pepper’s Playhouse, Popee the Performer, Pretty Cure, Pokemon, Portal, Regretevator, Raggedy Ann, Rumbling Hearts, Resident Evil, Rythm Heaven, Splatoon, Secret Alliance, Star Trek, Sesame Street, Stardew Valley, Strawberry Shortcake, Star Vs The Forces of Evil, Sailor Moon,  She-Ra, Spooky Month, Sanrio, Spiderverse, Studio Ghibli, Saiki K, Sonic the Hedgehog, Skullgirls, Steven Universe, Sally Face, Smile for Me, Shopkins, Steve Saga, Tangled the Series, The Sun and Moon Show, The Future Diary, Twelve Forever, The Thief and The Cobbler, The Walten Files, The Mandela Catalog, The Magnus Archives, The Lego Movie, Tattletail, The Muppets, Toilet Bound Hanako Kun, Trolls, The Stanley Parable, The Case Study of Vanitas, The Legend of Zelda, Twisted Wonderland, The Hobbit, The Owl House, TMNT, The Amazing World of Gumball, Transformers, The Prototype, Undertale, Undertale AUs, Underverse, Unikitty, Vocaloid, Varian and the Seven Kingdoms, Welcome to the Night Vale, Watamote, Wander over Yonder, Welcome Home, Wordgirl, Yuppie Psycho, Yandere Simulator, Your Turn to Die, Yo Gabba Gabba, Yu Gi Oh, Yume Nikki

KIND OF fandoms that I'm in kind of/have been in/am no longer in/know of: TADC, Hazbin/Helluva Boss, Musicals, Encanto, Barbie, SCP, Naruto, Scooby Doo, Care Bears, Jujutsu Kaisen, Dragon Ball Z, Dead by Daylight, Red Dead Redemption, Peach Girl, Amanda the Adventurer, Calico, Connection Haunted, Delicious in Dungeon, Our Wonderland, Dead Plate, Therapy With Dr Albert Krueger, Vincent the Secret of Meyers

my MAIN pronouns are they/it/he/xyr

extended pronoun list Bug/clown/alien/cat/paw/kit/aer/elau/delau/cupcake/glitter/snail/rain/plant/dino/worm/dragon/draer/draerself/rocks/xe/xyr/scene/:3/gloo/kandi/honk/xir/ze/ne/ nym/nis/nim/ner/phey/phem/ve/vem/ver/vim/ce/cir /moth/mothself/ghostself

emoji pronouns: 👽/👾/🐝/🪱/🐛/🐌/🦕/🪼/🐟/🐳/🍄/🥀/🍮/🎲/♟️/🎥/📼/🎞️/📺/📻🕰️/🗝️/♠️/🍓

[cherubchoirs]

hi! hope you don’t mind me dropping into your inbox, i know you have a lot of other people sending asks already ^^;;

i was mainly wondering if you have any sort of thoughts on a timeline for the rise & fall au, especially at the beginning? i seem to recall michael came back to heaven pretty quickly after gabriel falls, but gabriel seems like he’s already gone through a decent amount of his ‘fallen angel adjustment’ character arc by the time michael confronts him. if there isn’t any timeline though that’s fine of course! i happened to see your “the au is more about character dynamics than hard and fast plot” post after drafting this, so if this question is unnecessary just feel free to go ‘yeah no there’s nothing specific here’ or not even answer! very sorry to bother you about this, it’s just something i was curious about haha

and!! i happened to reread your “the ultrakill characters react to media” post from ages ago, and i was wondering if v1 would find wall-e (the movie, but also the character) relatable? y’know, stuck doing as your programming tells you in a dying world, only to have your life change forever when you meet someone with a white and blue color scheme from up above…it’s kind of cute to imagine v1 wildly pointing at itself every time wall-e shows up onscreen—and maybe pointing at gabe every time eve is there heehee (i found out after thinking of this that several other people have also had this idea. ah well at least it means i can pick up on parallels decently lol) (also. no pressure but if you’re interested in sharing how your lovely ultrakill ocs would react to a piece of media that resonated with them, it’d be super fun to read that :D)

i hope you’re doing well and getting time to take care of yourself!

-the infarmo name anon

omg hello infarmo anon i hope you're doing well!!!

u got me for sure i really don't have a hard timeline for that, but i do have something of a loose idea of how it plays out and what leads up to michael's first confrontation with gabriel as a fallen angel. it is true that mike returns shortly after gabe fully falls, though he does begin by taking inventory of what's happened to heaven in his absence - his homecoming causes great celebration in the wake of gabriel's slaughter of the council, the citizens hoping to finally find security in the rightful prince of heaven taking control. this is of course initially shared about tenfold by raphael and a now (mostly) awake uriel, but michael is a very obviously changed entity who refuses to allow any close contact with his attending angels. instead, he quickly works to stabilize the turmoil of heaven, coordinating raph and uri as well as all of their attendants to gain some semblance of normalcy with the assurance to the people that the age of chaos is definitively over. michael has never been much for addresses or speeches, despite his place as leader, but the little he does offer publicly soothes the population by and large - there is power in michael's words coupled with an impossible calm in measured statements that are never grandiose or overstated. he feels in control, he feels collected and entirely unafraid of his course, making the whole host burst with joy to have such impeccable competence at the helm. to them, michael is the next best thing to god.

this naturally takes a bit of time, with michael only beginning to associate closely with his siblings once much of the order of heaven has been restored, as he knows he couldn't risk them finding out his state any earlier. not to say it's easy to do, but michael gives them enough of a workload to offset any suspicion or concern they might have as they all know heaven as whole comes before their reunion. only when heaven is back into a more stable, self-sustainable state does michael turn his attention toward hell and show his brothers what has happened to him. this....obviously creates a significant amount of tension, but michael refuses to yield or change any of his plans despite their pleading with him - he now will move on to reining in hell, including making sure gabriel is bound to his proper layer as a part of that process. this is really where michael's mental state becomes apparent, holding himself together long enough to reestablish a peace in heaven before essentially allowing his pain to dictate how he handles hell and his reunion with gabriel. SO yea it's certainly not a hard timeline, but it does take michael some time to get all of this done, including sweeping through hell to find gabe - by the time they meet again, gabriel's transformation into a fallen angel has progressed a decent amount.

and oh yes, i definitely think there's parallels with v1 and wall-e lol it knows a lot about being a machine still following its code yet also becoming increasingly quirky due to being left to its own devices and slowly corrupting software over time - it would probably take awhile for it to see the similarities though, since its identity is so rooted in being a war machine and wall-e is. definitely not that lol (i almost like the idea of gabriel being the one to point it out and THEN it gets excited like [O]: .......!!!!!!!!) for my ocs, michael is the type that gets uncomfortable when he connects with something too much, not wanting to be any more in his own head than he already is - he appreciates it in a sense, but he'd never engage with it more than once. raphael's the complete opposite, loving that he can experience connection with humanity in that way and seeing it as this beautiful common connection between all of god's creations. uriel's got kind of a weird outlook, considering he knows each and every time something is made that he finds relatable, and he likely has quite the media library (and i think what uriel connects to is very. esoteric in nature. i just know he has thousands of indie films only like 3 people have seen that he just "resonates" with lol) lucifer would find such things very cathartic if not affirming in some way and would likely take a lot of inspiration from it to funnel his own feelings into a similar work - he sees that humanity has understood deep suffering and he doesn't belittle it compared to his own since humanity must be judged by its own scale and limitations. it's good to feel he's not alone. so basically. they're all into it except for mike lol

[absentia-if]

Hello ! :D I saw you reblogged the OC emoji post, so I wanted to ask for 💌 LOVE LETTER, 💙 BLUE HEART and 📎 PAPERCLIP for M, N and W if that's okay with you 💜

Have a nice day!

💌 LOVE LETTER - Do they like love letters? What kind of messages do they leave for their partner?

Michael/Margot: They absolutely adore love letters-- it's something they can hold and cherish. As for what kind of messages? Barring drunken voicemails... They tend to leave little notes on the fridge, or someplace they know you'll be, or they'll send you a quick text.

Blaine/Blaire: They love the thought of love letters, but they know that they'd end up losing them, which would make them feel terrible. As for what kind of messages? They tend to leave cute text messages because it's the easiest thing that they know you'll see.

Wren/Wynn: Can understand the sweetness, and the emotion, behind love letters but don't really think much of them. As for what kind of messages? Voicemails usually-- so you can tell the tone of their voice and don't have to guess over text.

💙 BLUE HEART - Do they miss their s/o easily? How do they act when their s/o isn't around?

Michael/Margot: They do. They feel your absence like a gaping hole in their chest. When you're not around? They hide behind their walls once more, with the majority of people, and wait with bated breath for you to return to them. And they may, or may not be, a bit more snarky than normal.

Blaine/Blaire: They do. They miss you terribly and want nothing more than for you to be by their side. Will be pouting about the fact that they couldn't go along with you, but they'd definitely fill the time with creating a glittery welcome home sign for your return.

Wren/Wynn: It depends. If you've gone for a long period of time then they'll throw themself into their work, and won't wish to be disturbed until they're able to see you again. You make things quieter for them in that regard. If you're not gone for too long? They'll still miss you, of course, but they'll be all right in the long run.

📎 PAPERCLIP - A random fact.

Michael/Margot: Is fluent in multiple languages and loves to sing various songs at their piano in the different ones that they know.

Blaine/Blaire: Their little sister, Lucy, is a Baker and they're not allowed in her bakery during the Holiday Season, for specific days, because they end up consuming a bunch of treats.

Wren/Wynn: Has a bunch of Star Trek memorabilia within their apartment back in Washington D.C. because of their nephew.

[anonymooseforever007]

Tag Lists For Fics

Hi Y'all❤️ I don't know if anyone's interested but I'm gonna start making tag lists for stories if anyone wants to be on them. Y'all can jump on or off of them whenever you want and I'm going to try to start adding them to the ends of my fics or in a reblogged list. Also some of the list are for series that aren't official/haven't been started yet, but I have a plan to make them. Those ones are marked with ** by them. The lists I'm gonna try to make are as follows with some examples/explanation of the stories they may be attached to:

GENERAL TAG LISTS:

Peaky Everything - Every Peaky Related Fic, even if it's platonic or there isn't a set relationship or reader insert at all (Ex: Romantic Escape, Field Deer. Forest Horse, Shadow by The Bed, Pictures on the Wall, etc....It's literally everything)

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Peaky Romantic - Every Reader/OC Peaky Fic that involves a stated romantic/ non platonic relationship as part of the big focus (Ex: Romantic Escape, I know Him, Whiskey Kisses, etc...)

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Peaky Platonic - Every Reader/OC Peaky fic that involves a platonic relationship as a big focus (Ex: Field Deer. Forest Horse, I know Him, His Aunt's Stories, anything from the My Girl Series, etc...)

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Pure Peaky Peaky - Any non Reader/OC based Peaky fic I've written where the main focus of the story is on the show's characters (Ex: Shadow by the Bed, Pictures on the Wall, A Tour to Remember, etc...)

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Totally Top Gun- Any fic related to Top Gun once I am able to start making my way through planning those ideas again. As of now most of them will likely be about snippets in the life of Mrs. Y/N Floyd from Wanna Buy You A Drink.

SERIES TAG LISTS:

My Girl Series - Any new chapters to the My Girl Series. This is the one that alternates back and forth over the past and present life of Tommy Shelby's daughter (reader) who was raised in America after he died in France during the war.

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Pictures on the Wall Series - While this three part mini series Finn and his relationship with the Shelby mother is officially complete, I recently had one more idea for a mini epilogue that I'd like to write at some point. So I'm opening this list in case anyone would want to see that part when it comes to it!

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**Sweet Oblivion Series - Not a series that's been officially started, but one I have plans for. It would encompass some more fics in the same universe as I Know Him about Finn Shelby dating Alfie's bouncy sunshine stepdaughter who isn't aware of the men's real profession.

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**Woo Me Mister Series - This technically also isn't a series I have ongoing at the moment because I'm currently stuck plot wise, but it would encompass the AU that fics The Proposal and The Engagement are set in. This whole series would be about the year Luca spends trying to win over the Shelby Sister who is determined to avoid an arranged marriage, but also isn't above trying to live her best romance novel life.

INDIVIDUAL CHARACTERS TAG LISTS:

*Note this would be for every fic romantic or platonic for when the character is one of the main subjects*

Finn Shelby

Alfie Solomons

Tommy Shelby

Michael Gray

John Shelby

Arthur Shelby

Luca Changretta

And yeah, those are the lists I would make for now if anyone wants to be one them. There may be a lot but I blame it on my ADHD induced desire to sub organise everything :D If you want to be on any of them just let me know through an ask, message, comment, or anything else you're comfortable with! (You could even try it on any other form of social media I have. If you do that I will be as impressed as I am terrified you'd obtained that information.)

ALSO! One more thing about them. So I know that even if someone really likes a character there may still be topics in a fic that just are not their thing. So if there really is a theme or topic that really bothers you feel free to let me know and I will try to make a note of it and temporarily take you of the list for those fics alone. (Ex: Hey, I want to be on your Alfie tag list but I am absolutely horrified of Cyril, please don't tag me in the fics where he's a big part." Can do! "Hi! I would like to be on the Peaky Romantic List but absolutely don't do pregnancy or OC kids." Sounds Fair. "Hello. Can I be added to the XXX Tag List? But I really don't like XXX. Is that ok? " Sure is!, etc...)

Let me know if y'all want to be on any of these list and have a great day❤️❤️

[angi3260]

New oc, new suffering for them

No warnings really other than angst probably so hope ya angsty lovers are hungry for some I guess, enjoy

Michael was working once more in the journal room making the schools newest issue of news while drinking another cup of coffee all alone until the goop from his right eye began to leak even faster than usual" no no, not now out of all times" Michael spoke in a panic quickly trying to calm himself down but nothing was working the goop kept leaking more on his body covering him in it, it felt heavy and painful on him god he wished to remove the pain but there was no use he was done for most likely until he heard someone open the door of the journal room it was none other than his brother jason who walked close to him and spoke" breathe in and out calmly" he spoke as Michael did so afraid, but thanks to the advice the pain finally stopped and Michael was back to stable after around 50 minutes that's longer than last time this occured which was on a Tuesday which took 25 minutes it seemed to be getting worse each and everyday, Jason left the room without saying anything" thank you.....brother" spoke Michael into the empty room now what, his condition gets worse much more faster and occurs more often how else can he manage it without having to breathe in and out cause that is also becoming an issue when in that pain he can barely breathe it be best if he just got through the day at the very least so he kept working until again he felt the pain kick back not again," twice?h-how" spoke Michael now confused, he tried the technique from last time but this time it didn't work, no matter the times he did it at any speed none of it stopped it as last time instead this pain consumed him completely at last" MICHAEL!!!" yelled a feminine voice to him,he could barely hear it but he knew it was someone" Michael!!" She spoke" michale!! Can you hear me?" She began asking, Michael gained his consciousness back and looked at the person it was none other than his girlfriend lydia"Lydia, what are you doing here?" He asked grabbing her stone face" I didn't see you exit school grounds after class ended, I got so worried I dialed you too but no reply"Lydia said helping Michael stand up" great, just what I needed to be fucking covered in this goop" spoke Michael sarcastically then began coughing badly causing him to fall to the ground again" hey hey, take it one at a time Michael Meyers" spoke lydia calmly" fuck that quinz boy for ruining my shit" cursed Michael" if only I had some way to make him understand how I felt growing up like this, almost to my death bed at this rate" spoke Michael before coughing again blood to the floor violently" there is a way" spoke taylor appearing in front of the couple" I know a friend who can make that come true but at a certain price if you ask what she needs in return" continued Taylor" what would she need?" Asked Michael before lydia could discuss with her love about the situation" your loyalty as her servants and she will grant whatever you desire but fail her and well her brothers will be in charge of your fate" replied taylor taking their leave phasing through the wall then phasing back was alxen" so do we have an agreement?" " we do" said Michael offering his hand to alxen but instead alxen bit him by the neck leaving two dots around the left side of his neck looking like a birthmark of alxen's on her neck and then proceeded to bite Lydia in the same place" your both now serve me are we clear?" Spoke alxen wiping the blood off her sharp teeth and then handing Michael a sack full of injections" use these to make those doubt your suffering feel true pain in and hour or so, they will serve you as servants" spoke alxen and then leaving" you will pay you son of a quinz ethan" said Michael smiling evily before coughing again blood" take it easy love" spoke lydia trying to stop the coughing

*once school was in for a new school year*

" I'm not sure but something tells me that your not doing okay" spoke ethan to Michael who was silently still writing" what do you mean? I'm perfectly fine this is my daily life, unlike yours which is perfect where you can cry to mommy and daddy and have good siblings" spoke michale then the second part very quietly mocking ethan" you sure you dont want to calm down for a day? It could probably help you out" spoke ethan" yes I'm sure now leave" spoke Michael as his two other journal assistants lowndes and Raul pushed ethan outside of the journal office.

[the-darkness-does-not-bargain]

(pls tell me if this gets annoying)

i played origins last but i love the variety of the spells. i mean, yes, it was A Lot to deal with but once you got your combos down it was like those streetfighter games where you just line up your shots like a sniper & destroy every encounter. but yes Hasted Bea would be !!! 

oh yeah. i mean i was toying with the idea of Ava being tranquil & the Breach curing her but your idea is so much better imo so instead healing it = very cool. & yeah maybe when Lilith finds out it’s kind of her Big Trust Moment with Ava & Ava immediately goes a bit nova over the feeling she gets - from Hope - that she could do something like that.

& like, tranquility is so messed up & she definitely had loads of her friends taken by the Templars & made tranquil because Ava would make friends with the most downtrodden/ disobedient kids in her Circle for sure. & like, it’s a very OCS thing, right? watching everyone you love get taken from you, & Ava constantly getting left behind because she’s a spirit healer which makes her juuuuust barely too valuable to be casually made tranquil, hence the fact that she’s killed once the Circle falls. (oh no Diego?? i think there ARE some standards in the circles of not making anyone tranquil before they are a certain age, but maybe he’s not a very strong mage and it would have been almost guaranteed that he’d be made tranquil. kinda like how frances would have killed Diego too). i just... I love the surana/amell origin & i really love the idea of Ava being a circle mage and now being able to reverse tranquility. hell yeah!

coooould Dorian just be an advisor? i mean, i think Ava would rarely bring Solas with her, so in a similar vein? i think Ava would like half the time want to hit Dorian over the head with her staff but he’d introduce her to good wines and food & take her seriously when she wants to talk shop so she’d be like …. alright.

& yeah, Michael as Felix but idk if the blight sickness is a thing with him? or Mary could be like…. yeah i have a solution for that but ur not gonna like it (cue her sending a raven to Shan like ‘ayyy is anyone on this continent in possession of archdemon blood so we can make warden-potion?’) & yeah Bea would Heavily disapprove of all things Tevinter but again they would have things in common & Dorian is pretty responsive to ppl calling him out on things. (some poor writing in-game aside) Bea would be like 'reluctantly.... perhaps i can fix him?' & Ava would be like 'oh when he starts to sound too Tevinter i just mess up his hair. it works really well!'

it would definitely make the Hinterlands shorter if they were, y’know, delegating lol. & then you get all the party dynamics and also the smaller group dynamics when they split up. (oh, the Exalted Plains mission. what’s it called? All New, Faded for Her. Ava would be genuinely devastated - as a spirit healer she’d understand exactly what was done to the spirit & would be so angry & probably Bea would need to calm her down to stop her from drop-kicking the mages responsible through a wall - she’d never kill them but ‘i could be okay with seriously injured, Bea. i could.’ 

AW YIS Josie & MS!! fjghdkskhgd yes MS getting Leliana’s out & out mischeivous side, mediated through Josie. oh, and would we have MS follow Leliana’s arc of either being ‘hardened’ or ‘softened’ based on the decisions in her personal quest? bc i feel like s2 MS is soft Leliana whereas s1 MS is very post-Justinia Leliana.

i agree i don’t think Ava would use the Well of Sorrows - being beholden to a sketchy elven god? she is too atheist for that shit, & besides the kick that Ava would get out of Morrigan realising who Mythal is and the ‘lmao so now u have to do whatever ur mom says?’ is too good to pass up. :’D and i think ava is already thinking that she has enough things contending for possession of her body - what with the anchor/ Hope/ the Inquisition, & previously templars. she’s finally *somewhat* free and she’s not about to give an inch of it away. 

hmmm. in HLtA no Bea yes for angst reasons, watching her fall, not necessarily seeing her tear open the Fade. Bea bloodying her fingers and draining her magic lifting the rubble, sifting through for their bodies, finding nothing. :((((

Ava has to be there, naturally. I think Lilith (fuck, could they… like… leave Lilith in the Fade? to fight the nightmare/ do the Stroud thing? and that’s yk the whole getting killed by the Tarask and coming back?? and she does! step out of the Fade, but she’s different? she can’t be possessed because Seeker, but there are other Fade shenanigans that might be possible, and imo bonding with a spirit is not the same as ‘being possessed’. just a thought but like... seeker Lilith who Came Back Wrong but also has this different view of the Fade and of mages and possession and everything her order has scaremongered about for years... hmmm)

so, if that, then Lilith for sure in HLtA. and then since lil is warrior we could have mary or cam (i like mary, because parallels to lilith’s ‘death’ + her worst fears being HoF Shannon going to her Calling in the Deep Roads is very drama). after that i’m not sure. Solas is always a funny pick because he acts like he’s at the beach & it’s very side-eyes of him to be so at home in the Fade. plus he knows things, but also Dorian because Ava needs someone to joke with or she’ll freak in there (i imagine coming from Aeonar she has some potent nightmare material). 

oh shit! Hope in the Fade. remember Anders and Justice? it was just Justice when they went into the Fade! I wonder if that is optional, though i would think… not, but again it’s kind of different because Ava is not dreaming, per say, she’s physically in the fade in her physical body, so i don’t think abomination rules work quite the same, but I think Hope would be more present, & she should glow. as a treat. 

do you think that Ava would let the Wardens stay after HLtA? i get the feeling that she would, mainly because imo sending them away is kind of … not the best option. better to keep an eye on them if they’re sketchy, or have their aid if they are not.

and the Winter Palace! who is she siding with? i can see her being ‘yuck Gaspard’ but ALSO ‘yuck Celene’ once she realises that she burned down a whole alienage when the Halamshiral elves tried to campaign for rights/ ‘rebel’.

so i could see her giving a big middle-finger to Orlais and appointing Briala, or making Gaspard/Celene puppets of Briala. (have you read The Masked Empire? it’s like, the one Dragon Age novel i will heartily recommend. also the Cole one (called Asunder i think) because Cole my bby my precious and also Aeonar! anyway in TME Celene and Briala are SOOO fucked up and it’s honestly kind of amazing).

but yeah, Ava being very ‘then perish’ at Halamshiral & taking special pleasure in actually fucking dazzling the court, much to Bea’s astonishment. 100% court-approval Ava Silva. she totally duels someone. : D

If Ava learns how to reverse Tranquility, then she could work with Lilith to reform the Seekers with the added function of acting like an appeals court, where they could determine if the Rite was used appropriately and reverse it if not. They could also act as a kind of rehabilitation service for newly un-Tranquil to help them adjust without causing problems (I'm picturing a mind-body wellness retreat on steroids). Mages would be allowed to join the Seekers as they once tried to in Ameridan's day. They wouldn't have Seeker powers necessarily but they would balance the overwhelming Templar-ness of the organization and act as investigators and judges. This would do so much for Circle reform as well.

Dorian and Solas are probably equal in how often they're called on for missions. Ava respects their insights and maybe takes them on short jaunts or specific missions, but long journeys might just create unneeded friction. Maybe Dorian goes somewhat more frequently so his Thing with Bull can develop while the party watches in embarrassment. And yes, when he starts rambling on about all the ways Tevinter is better than the South, Ava steals his jewel-encrusted mustache comb.

Does Lilith get stuck in the Fade??? Maybe... If she does, then maybe she meets a Spirit of Faith, or even the Faith that made her a Seeker in the first place, and bonds or otherwise interacts with it to become, like the most Seeker-y Seeker to ever Seeker (which is literally what she's always wanted given to her in the most Traumatic way possible, poetry in motion). She reinforces reality so hard she gets punted straight out of the Fade (You KICK Lilith? You kick her body like the football?!) Consequently, this means she can never physically go back to the Fade again, so no Trespasser galivanting for her, and she might even become like the Dwarves, unable to dream or connect to the Fade in any way (big implications there).

Ava definitely glows in the Fade, and everyone is like, "Don't you have a dimmer switch on that thing? You're alerting the demons." She would let the Wardens stay too (exiling them is just a silly decision, don't fuxking alienate the only people who can save Thedas from the Blights, okay? YOU STILL HAVE TWO ARCHDEMONS LEFT!)

I don't think Ava would just let Celene die, but she wouldn't cry about it either. If it happens, then she uses the blackmail on Gaspard to give Briala the true power over the Empire.

The ways you win approval in Halamshiral are so hilariously arbitrary that yes, Ava, with her natural charm, is surprisingly proficient. The only time things might get tricky is if Bea's parents are there, because hoo boy. But then! Vivienne (who is there of course because what's the point otherwise) swoops in before Ava can start throwing hands and so tactfully humiliates them that it's an instant +20 Court Approval and they immediately leave. Afterwards, Ava will thank Viv sincerely with a "you were pretty cool back there" and Viv will preen and act smug like "Of course, my dear, hohoho!" But she is genuinely pleased to help Bea and know that her efforts have been appreciated.

Actually, a note on Viv. Getting possessed is one of Viv's greatest fears, and so Ava's whole deal is like a full existential crisis for her. If Viv goes to the Fade in the HLtA, maybe it helps her get over that fear a little. One because, hey, she just fought her way through the freaking Fade and didn't get possessed despite being surrounded by demons. And Two, she sees Ava and Hope together in a tangible way and realizes that they have a genuine, positive bond, so maybe, just maybe, Viv doesn't need to be scared of every spirit that crosses her path for fear of it trying to control her. I love Viv so much, she's so nuanced, she has The Range.

[smileygoth]

13. Brand New Numb (My OC's Playlist, Month of Darkness 2024)

Not going to lie, I do have a playlist for Christina and I think it's banging :D and so would she!

CW: none.

Image of Wraith Club NIght from Underground England.

Find the Masterlist here!

The second she walked through the doors, she knew this was her kind of place. All the stress and frustration of the last few night (weeks, months, years) fell away, and she drew in a deep breath just so she could let it out in relief. This was what she wanted – what she always wanted.

The club was dark, coloured lights flashing and sweeping the dancefloor and low, intimate lights illuminating booths around the sides of the large room. She could just about make out the details on the walls – fake windows made to resemble church windows, framed band posters nestled in between resin gargoyles and doors to the toilets, wherever there was a blank space on the wall. A long bar dominated one wall, the area behind it more brightly lit, bottles and glasses glittering on the shelves like jewels. At the far end of the room there was a small stage, currently housing a DJ booth. The music was loud enough that conversation was nearly impossible, and it reverberated through the floor, up through her boots and into her chest, pounding like an erratic heartbeat. And it was good music – snarling guitars and screaming vocals, electronic rhythms and soaring violins. She’d arrived late, so it was already crowded, full to bursting with goths and metalheads in their array of dark, artful outfits, melting makeup and stiff hairstyles only just beginning to wilt in the heat of the lights and the scores of sweating, heaving, gyrating bodies. It already smelled of spilled beer and sweat. A faint breeze told her which way to go to find the outdoor smoking (and talking) area.

She didn’t even take the time to get a drink. A few eager steps took her into the writhing throng on the dancefloor, and she slipped in amongst them like a mermaid returning to the sea. She could hear nothing but the music, and she let the melody ensnare her, lifting her out of herself, taking her body over. Her mind fell blank, except for the joy of moving, of music, of the soft bodies brushing and colliding with her. And she danced. And danced. And danced.

Halestorm and New Year’s Day and In This Moment and Bad Omens and Joan Jett and Motionless in White and Buckcherry and Panic at the Disco and Seether and Skold and The Pretty Reckless and Pvris and Nickelback and Papa Roach and Fall Out Boy and Rob Zombie and Evanescence and She Wants Revenge and Dorothy and Tool and Marilyn Manson and Linkin Park and William Control and Otep and….

Some time later someone put a hand on her arm. Pulled out of her trance, she looked round, annoyed, to see a handsome young man smiling at her. He leaned close and shouted in her ear, his breath hot against her cheek. ‘Can I get you a drink?’

She stepped back to look him over again, and her fangs tingled in her gums. She hadn’t fed yet this evening, and he was very cute, in his ripped jeans and black vest top, long black hair tangled and sweaty against his neck. He was definitely her type. She smiled and nodded, and followed him to the bar. He would do nicely. A couple of drinks, just enough to make his mind fuzzy, then a dark corner to pull him close, then send him away with a fake phone number written on his hand.

She was still waiting for him to get the bartender’s attention when her phone buzzed in her pocket. She pulled it out and looked at the screen to see a message from Michael. Christina. Is this your sire?!?

Her blood ran cold. She tapped on the message to open it, and her phone screen was filled with an image of a tall woman with long chestnut hair, wearing a suit of sapphire blue. She swayed on her feet as a wave of hot anger burned through her, her senses reeling with the whiplash of sudden horror turning to sudden rage. Her fangs ran out with enough force to scratch the inside of her mouth. She tasted blood, and her Beast squirmed and clawed in her belly.

She tapped a quick reply to Michael. I’m coming.

When the boy turned round with their drinks, she was already long gone.

[talenlee]

The Man In The Memer

Hmm, is that a Michael Jackson reference too spicy to use. Not sure. Well, I’m sure my better judgment will kick in before I post this. Or maybe it won’t, because what I want to talk to about today is the idea of autoconnoisseurship.

Look you get this or you get me venting anxiety about realising that not only am I not connected to the lives of my students, but that disconnect is going to only ever get wider. My brief window of time of teaching people who share the same brainworms with me is a fleeting memory of the before lockdowns.

What a word. Look at it. It gets all French in the middle there. Double ses and suchlike. I bet if you showed me a noisseur in a D&D rulebook I’d be like oh yeah of course it’s like a lance. It’s a long word, and it’s a long word made up of other words bolted together. It’s such a wonderfully complex word, like other ones I’ve introduced you to. Do you remember autoethnography? What about hyperintertextuality? It’s a word like that, and it’s a word I get from an author called Estelle Barrett, in the book Practice as Research. Great book, love it, reading it over and over again to try and make sure I understand it hasn’t scrampled my prains or anything.

Connoisseurship is the idea of being an expert, competent, critical judge of something, and particularly, in the context of that thing’s subtle distinctions. A connoisseur isn’t a fan; they’re someone who can recognise all the distinct and varied ways in elements within the space of interest are similar and different. The connoisseur appreciates deteails, appreciates nuance. The connoisseur is by practice, an expert, because without expertise, there can be no appreciative comparison. To be a connoisseur is to have context, and appreciate context, and be able to share that context.

Connoisseurship or as the ‘pronounce it aloud’ button on merriam webster asserts, connor sir ship, is therefore the practice of being a conoisseur. It’s about putting in work to understand, catalogue and recognise these nuances and their distinctions. And autoconnoisseurship is about being able to do that in the context of your own work. To look at your own work as if it is worth being catalogued, sorted, scrutinised, recognised and considered.

Barrett, by the way, is building on ideas from Michel Foucault, notorious baldy and prison-mentioner, so this isn’t like weirdo outsider ideas.

This is hard. Connoisseurship means positioning yourself as an expert, and one capable of recognising distinctions between distinct elements. When examining one’s own work, I feel like there’s a natural flexibility. If someone compares one of my games, for example, to another, similar game, I can feel the need, for the sake of conversation, to concur, even if another person bringing up another wildly different comparison might seem equally valid. Setting aside the social grace and the natural imposition of capitalism in here (if I didn’t have to convince people to pay money for my games, would I still feel the need to couch my games in terms of appealing to people?), there’s a question about what I really mean in terms of expertise. What’s nailed down about these things, how much room and flex is there in their discussion?

I am a little sensitive about my OCs and the characters I write in fiction, for example; I can see very clear delineating lines, different kinds of scenes and narratives into which they fit, the assumptions of their world. Rafe and Tideward are both orphaned children of royal parentage with a bad dad and a gift for violence, but one of them can make his problems go away by finding the right wall to burst through and the other sulks a lot. I am thrilled by knowing from my friends that Talen Boy is its own archetype, almost its own gender (indeed, having been told that ‘this girl is a Talen boy’ at least once), but that always comes with the anxiety that I am boring my friends, that I am sharing with them creative stuff that they think could be better, more or original, that this character archetype they’ve seen before is something depriving them of something new.

In the context of connnoisseurship, though, there is an element for the connoisseur that I think this blog has built in me over time; that there is, along with the assumption of expertise, the right to be heard. A connoisseur presents expertise and that expertise is itself worthwhile in its presentation. Being interested in presenting this information is reason enough to present it. By having this expertise, I demand the elevation of the subject in which I am expert.

Which is pretty cool.

That’s not all there is to it, though. There’s a little more, which is an idea from Melissa Febos (Associate Professor at the University of Iowa), of the idea of how this autoconnoisseurship imposes on ourselves a preoccupation with your perceptions of others’ perceptions. Does this read right? Is this joke tasteful? Am I making something that presents an idea I’ve heard because it’s interesting, or am I mining others’ grief for sport? Am I being kickass, or just an ass, or am I showing my ass?

There’s this phrase Febos uses that I think about a lot, which is you have to write for the reader of best faith.

The internet has geared me to be generally confrontational over the past oh god thirty years I’ve been using it. I know I’ve gotten better about that, because in my twenties I was ferocious about looking for fights. But now I think there’s a natural impulse to pre-emptively defend ideas from people who are looking for ways to criticse it. The piss on the poor website effect.

Exile the thoughts of the person who is looking to invalidate the art you are making or it will be a brittle, sad version of what you would have done if you had imagined the loving reader who is grateful and interested in what it is you are actually trying to communicate.

(Paraphrasing Febos).

Oh and part of why I wrote this was to share this idea but also to get used to writing connoisseurship a lot by hand without just googling it and copy-pasting.

Check it out on PRESS.exe to see it with images and links!

[springvaletales]

Velenna was pulled from her dreams by the the soothing scent of lavender, and knew that something was wrong.

Despite the lack of sunlight coming through the curtains drawn across her window, the woman silently rose from her bed, and pulled on the robe left folded on top of the foot chest. She started to leave, but then stopped, and turned back to the bed. She spent a few moments carefully affixing a series of rings, chains, and charms from the bedside table to the horns curling back from her head, until every motion was accompanied by a tiny clink or shimmer. Only then did she leave to find the source of the scent.

Her home was not a large place, given the town it had been built in, but it had many rooms; a loft, a basement, a kitchen, a bedroom, and a sitting room. Velenna ignored the loft, basement, and bedroom, and made her way toward the kitchen, where she could still hear the gentle clatter of kitchenware. At the threshold, she stopped, and silently watched the figure moving about in the pale light of a single candle.

"My child," She asked softly, giving her head a small tilt to jingle the adornments on her horns. "Is this a late night or an early morning?" Michael looked up at her tiredly, the shadows on his face flickering in the candlelight, and offered up a sheepish smile.

"I'm sorry, mother," He apologized, avoiding the question as he set down the bowl of risen dough. "I didn't mean to wake you up."

"You didn't, dearie." Velenna shuffled into the kitchen, jingling softly with every step. "It must have been a rough one, if you chose the lavender..." She reached out, and placed a hand on her son's arm. Michael's shoulders sank, as if a great weight had settled across them. "Do you wish to talk about it?"

"...no." Michael whispered after a long moment of silence. He did not meet his mother's eyes, and stared down at the dough instead. "I'm sorry, I just-...I just want to move forward."

"Alright." Velenna pushed up the sleeves of her tunic, and dipped her hands into some of the loose flour spread on the counter. "Pass me the dough, child." She requested, already reaching out for the bowl. "These old hands can still kneed with the best of them." Michael smiled quietly, and slid the bowl in between them. Velenna divided out a portion, and the kitchen fell into a more comfortable silence.

......

Several hours later, mother and son sat side by side on the kitchen's stone floor, backs against the counter, now pleasantly warm from the radiant  heat of the oven. The sun had risen, but the curtains had yet to be opened, leaving the room in a hazy sort of morning twilight, and Velenna was loathe to let the moment pass. She turned her head slightly to look down at Michael where he lay pressed against her side, his head on her shoulder, and sighed.

He had fallen back into sleep shortly after they'd placed the bread loaves in the oven. Her poor child...this was the third night in as many months that she had found him awake at odd hours, busying his hands to chase away the ghosts of nightmares that he never wanted to talk about. Velenna knew they would have to, eventually. It wasn't healthy to ignore a festering wound...

....but not now.

Velenna picked up one of her son's hands from his lap, and cradled it with both of her own. She glanced toward the oven, and with a whispered word, the door slid aside, and the loaf pans floated out of the heat, and placed themselves on the counter. Relaxing into the renewed warmth, Velenna closed her eyes, and relaxed against her son.

They would talk later, she promised herself.

For now, they would just be.

[pixelrhys-ocs]

Q/A Time!

I’m gonna do a fun little thing where you can ask me or my OCs some questions! I might even do a little doodle for some responses!

Example of an OC Q/A ask.

You can find available characters in my #character bios tag, but for the sake of convenience, I’ll also put them under a read more with their TH links. More will be added in the future since I will be keeping this post around!

Rules Are:

- Nothing gross. Please. A small dirty joke here and there is fine but nothing super explicit. Just don’t be weird.

- Don’t pressure me for art replies or replies in general. I do these for fun and I get busy sometimes.

- If I don’t answer your ask, it’s nothing personal. I could’ve gotten busy, forgot, got burnt out or I wasn’t comfortable with it. If it’s the latter, then I’ll probably give a heads up.

Think that’s it! Might be updated in the future.

NOW for the character list below!

Haven’s Bar:

- James Valentine

- Haven

- Charlotte Pretorius

- Tyler Freeman

- Nora

- Malkice

- Amber Laska

- Bree

- The Bar

- Michael Freeman

DLR and Ruby:

- David Lance Rosewell

- Ruby

- Julia Lexis Yorke

- Derek Garrett Yorke

Squabble Dogs:

- John Hansen

- Roger Shane Green

- Michael Richardson

- Gary Reinholt

- Tina Hansen

- Janet Wells

The Killer Crabs:

- Martin Hansen

- Jamison Montgomery

- Skylar Johnson

- Fredrick Larson

- Daniel Dawson

The Glamour Band:

- Jimmy Garrett

- Taylor Garrett

- Marcus Albridge

Greythorn Laboratories

- Dr. Gregory Greythorn

- Dr. Sunshine

- Subject-8U6 [WARNINGS ON PAGE]

- Subject-60R3 [WARNINGS ON PAGE]

- Subject-C1TRS

- Subject-3LTRC

- Subject-C0P13

- Dr. Elaine Blackwood

- Dr. Richard “Giggles” Roberts

- Death

- Kevin [WARNINGS ON PAGE]

Monster Carnival:

- The Ringmaster

- Carmine [WARNINGS ON PAGE]

- Father Matthew [WARNINGS ON PAGE]

- Father Mark Petersons

Fan Characters:

- Kilroy Roboto [Styx]

- Fitz Darkside [The Wall]

- Sigma the Novakid [Starbound]

- Terry the Avian [Starbound]

- Ramon Baker [Karate Kid/Cobra Kai]

- Fitzsimmons [Pokemon]

- Luv the Addison [Deltarune]

- Textra the Addison [Deltarune]

- Malware [Deltarune]

- Dr. Bug Byte [Deltarune]

- Emil M. Emil [Deltarune]

- The Void [Doctor Who]

- Luke Clarke [The Mandela Catalogue]

- Delilah Clarke [The Mandela Catalogue]

- Elne [OFF]

- Danny [OFF]

- Daren [OFF]

- Tyler [OFF]

- Aeya [OFF]

- Allen [OFF]

- Jackson Lattamen [Gorillaz]

- Fritz the Hero [Terraria] (Contains 3 alternate forms. Endgame, Brimstone Sorcerer and Fallen Hero)

- Connor [D&D]

- Gerald [Minecraft] (Contains 1 other form. Scape and Run Parasites AU. Contains blood, body horror and more.)

- Benjamin [Minecraft] (Same as above)

- Cole/SoulMiner500 [Minecraft]

- Clyde [Minecraft] [WARNINGS ON PAGE]

ETC:

- Ramsey

- Jeffrey Drake

- Saturn

- You and Teratoma

- Remedy

[seanettlles]

I Swear I Used To Draw Things: The Post

first three pages are sketches/more unfinished, next two are shaped up a bit more (all the monochrome ones were from a few days doing a terraria-themed inktober one year), last two were scrapped projects

alsooo i uploaded these all as 11x17s, no idea if they stayed that way, but i would highly recommend opening them in new tabs to get a better view 👀💦

info about a few things under the cut!! mostly just me rambling about some of the stuff if you're interested in some background

let's seee pertinent notes...

all of this stuff is like. 1-3+yrs old. o o f.

i can also use traditional paints (acrylic and water oils mostly) and other mediums but i prefer digital bc my hands are very unsteady and a bit jittery all the time :'o (also, cheaper)

first page bottom left were sketch options for a commission

second page upper left is when my stomach was giving me Issues and i was trying to draw through it i think (it's chronic and prolly IBS but Who Knows Really, all i know is it sucks and i wish i could eat more food :') )

also upper left were really rough sketches for a fusion of a Pearl and Tanzanite, they made Chalcedony!! how cute

second page upper right, remember when everyone made spidersonas when Spiderverse first came out?? i'm fucking terrified of heights so mine was gonna dig and use sewers/subway tunnels to get around instead... trapdoor spider vibes (i actually don't like bugs either lol)

first page upper right corner, second page bottom middle, and second page middle right are some OCs!! Ezra (ice power boy), Michael (half demon who is All Legs, he works at a circus), and Samuel (human/aggron mutant, cannot sit on furniture without breaking it since heavy metal all in his body :( poor guy) respectively!!

seccond page middle upper are based loosely on deep sea creatures!! left to right: barreleye fish, ghost shark, vampire squid, tubeworms (they are terrible gossips)

i love Entrapta, i should finish that someday

fifth page upper right is a closeup of the ridiculously large bigger piece bc i still like the figure a lot :'D i somehow pulled that cape out of my ass with no reference. is it correct?? who knows. do i still like it??? yep!!

my poor terraria character is just Tired. i put them through a lot 😞

most of the inktobers are in various states of finished lol, i could never figure out how to do Mothron in the big long one so it kinda stayed more sketchy up in front of the sun.

the Night's Edge is my fav sword!! and not as awful to draw as the Terra Blade (seriously why does a sword have three holes in the blade, who did this) i primarily use yoyos because I Am A Coward and i can just hide behind walls and thread the yoyo out 😎

sixth page from left to right: Commander Cinnamon, Private Pancake, Major Maple, Lieutenant Lox. my siblings got me high one time and they just kinda?? happened??? Pancake came first. maybe i'll revise them someday, but they were fun at the time!! i have a weapons sheet somewhere too but i couldn't find it :'(

last page, her name is Maggie!! she's not a great witch but she tries!!! mostly using her mom's hand-me-down stuff. disney stole Big Green Glasses for Mirabel from me

the other young girls are her classmates!! magic is loosely divided up into elements (left to right fire, plant/earth, water, light. fire girl and flower girl have lil crushes on each other)

idk everything else is just misc. doodles and such

i meant to watermark all these pages, whoops... i'll prolly swap out the images a bit later :'D

[asirensrage]

Say My Name - Ransom/OC Oneshot

Title: Say My Name

Rating: Explicit

Fandom: Knives Out (Pre-Canon Events)

Warnings: Smut. Unprotected sex. Edging. Orgasm denial. Slight coercion.

Summary: She makes a mistake. Ransom changes their deal.

Notes: This came to being when @vixenofcourse asked for a story and I was listening to Mr. Brightside. It sort of got away from me hahaha. This is my first time writing Ransom. Unbeta-d like many of my smut oneshots.

It was only a kiss. 

That's it. It didn't mean anything. It wasn't anything more than a kiss on the cheek goodbye that went wrong. Thankfully her ride was already waiting for her and she could get in and go home without dealing with the teasing. At least not tonight.

She was bound to hear it tomorrow. In fact, she was surprised her phone wasn’t blowing up. Maybe it was. Did she ever take it off silent when she left work?

Whatever. She’d deal with it later. 

She thanked the driver and got out, heading for her building. She mentally went over the reactions she knew she was going to get. Elisha would make some cruel comment, out of jealousy as though she hadn’t been trying to hang off of him for years. Michael would say something crude, but probably more towards Ransom than her. Something about not coming with her. Others would demand information.  

The problem was Ransom himself. He was an asshole of epic proportions and despite their agreement, he was the one most likely to tease her about this, not kindly either. Ransom was malicious to everyone, always amused as though he was in on a joke no one else was. Of course, now she was…though she wasn’t sure it counted. They made a deal but this was the first trial. She was already regretting it.

It was bad enough that he kept making cracks and using the most ridiculous lines. How none of their friends had realized he was quoting romance movies astounded her. It was so obvious. Maybe that was the problem with the rich. They took things at face value. Then again, maybe not. Maybe they were all just surprised that Ransom claimed they were dating. Ransom didn’t date. Neither did she. So the two of them together must have been a sight. 

She pressed the button for the elevator and got on, pressing for her floor. She leaned back against the wall. She just wanted this night to be over. She wanted everyone to forget it ever happened but her chances of that were slim. Technically she shouldn’t. This would only help sell their relationship. The doors stopped and opened again before they managed to fully close. She wasn’t expecting Ransom to be standing on the other side. He stepped into the elevator and stared at her for a moment. 

“You really thought you could run after that?”

She sighed. “What? Did true love’s kiss break the spell that turned you into an asshole? Oh wait,” she gave him a pointed look. “It didn’t.”

He smirked. “You think you’re my true love?”

“You wish I was,” she replied. The doors opened and she moved past him. Ransom followed. “Weren’t you the one saying I had you at hello?” 

He grinned at that. She didn’t even have to look at him to know it. “I can’t have any fun?”

“I didn’t take you for someone who watched romcoms.”

“I had an ex,” he shrugged. He leaned on the wall next to her door. “It’s not my fault our friends are idiots.” 

She turned towards him. “Why are you here, Ransom?” 

He shifted slightly closer, giving her a small grin. “Maybe I came to finish what you started.”

“I didn’t start anything. You’re the one who moved.”

“We’re supposed to be in a relationship, you think I don’t kiss the girls I date?”

“You don’t date.”

“Guess I do now.” 

She rolled her eyes. “Go home.” 

“No.” His eyes roamed across her body for a second. “Let me in.”

She felt like tucking her keys back into her purse just to make sure he didn’t take them and open her door for her. He was absolutely the type to shove himself in whether he was wanted or not. “No,” she parroted back to him. 

His grin dropped. “You will.” He seemed content to stay there, leaning against the wall. She didn’t doubt that he was waiting though. Ransom was never the type to take rejection or even had any patience. 

“Ransom, our deal was that we’d fake being a couple for a few get-togethers, go to that event at your Club and get my family off of my back. That doesn’t include spending time with you away from it.” 

He tilted his head slightly. “You’re right.” He pushed himself off of the wall and faced her. Despite how much of an asshole he was, and how many people hated him, she never had a problem with Ransom. She didn’t know him well, but she didn’t stick around to deal with his shit either. 

He stepped closer and she moved back automatically. Her back hit the door. “You’re not scared of me, are you?” 

“Should I be?” She asked, looking up at him. 

He didn’t answer. Instead, he moved quickly, leaning down and cupping the back of her head as his mouth met hers. He pushed her back against the door, kissing her hard. He bit at her lip until she opened her mouth, letting him deepen the kiss. Her arm went around his neck without thinking, trying to pull him closer. 

He broke the kiss and smirked as she tried to regain her breath. “Open the door.”  

“No,” she breathed. 

He kissed her again. His hand moved, going to the back of her neck and his thumb pressed against her throat. Just enough for her to feel it. “Open it.” 

She didn’t answer. She turned her face away from him, trying to regain her thoughts. Ransom knew what he was doing. He knew how to kiss. 

“Let me in,” he said, brushing his mouth by her ear. “Come on, sweetheart. You know I’ll make it good.”

She dug her hand into his hair and gripped it, pulling him back. “You tell that to all your lovers?” 

He pressed his hips into hers, moving the hand not on her neck lower to her ass. “Only the ones worth it.”

She couldn’t help but laugh. It was his sheer arrogance. She let go, putting her hands on his chest. He felt solid, especially as he refused to shift back away from her. “Ransom, move.”

“No.” He pressed his lips against her neck, kissing the skin and tilting her head a little more to gain more access. She couldn’t help but lean into it. “You’re gonna open the door and we’re gonna fuck.” 

“Making out in my hall doesn’t mean I’m gonna sleep with you.”

“Sure, baby, but the way you’re kissing me, opening yourself up, does. So let me in and I’ll make it worth it.” 

“This isn’t part of the deal.”

“I’m altering the deal. Pray, I don’t alter it any further.”

Her eyes narrowed. “You motherfucker. Did you just quote Darth Vader to me?”  

“Let’s leave my mother out of this.” He kissed her again. “Open the door, sweetheart.” 

She considered her options. It wasn’t like she wouldn’t get anything out of it. She could tell him to leave, that the deal was off or she could let him in, hope he could get her off and if it all went south, turn the tables on him. It was easy for a man to call a woman a slut. They never expected the woman to agree and then tell everyone they were terrible in bed. Someone would believe it, if only to feel better about how much of an ass Ransom was. 

“Ugh, fine,” she shoved him back and turned to face the door. Ransom’s hands went to her hips, pressing himself against her back. 

“Knew you’d see it my way.” 

“Ransom, save your mouth for something useful before I change my mind.” She rolled her eyes and dug out her keys, trying to ignore the way his hands moved under her shirt. It took a few seconds, especially when Ransom’s mouth found her neck again before she managed to open the door. He ushered her in, kicking the door closed behind him. He paused as she moved to put down her purse and keys before bending to take off her heels. 

“This place is a dump.”

“We can’t all live in five-star hotels and million-dollar mansions.” She tucked her shoes against the wall and made her way to the bedroom, hoping he’d follow. It was best to find out if he actually lived up to his reputation sooner rather than later. Either way, she’d kick him out when she got tired of him. 

His hands went to her waist, turning her to face him again. Ransom pulled at her shirt, tugging it up over her head. He threw it aside, seeming to drink the sight of her in. His hands went to her waist, thumbs brushing at the underside of her bra. 

She pulled down the straps before reaching back and unclipping it. He pulled it off of her, letting it fall to the ground. He cupped one of her breasts, squeezing it lightly before he kissed her again. 

She dug her hand into his hair. “Come on, Ransom,” she murmured against his lips. “Make this worth it.” 

He bent down slightly, one arm moving around her waist as he tightened his grip and lifted. He pressed her against the wall of her bedroom, shifting slightly to move an arm under her leg and lift her higher. She clung to his shoulder, wrapping a leg around him to try to hold herself up and make sure he wasn’t going to drop her. 

His mouth went to her chest, lips enclosing a nipple. Her head fell back against the wall, lost in the feeling of being weightless and having his tongue press flat before he sucked. He alternated between breasts before finally holding on to her tightly and moving away from the wall. She clung to him tighter but he didn’t let go, not until he was standing over her bed. He didn’t even drop her, just showcased his strength by lowering her slowly. The asshole. 

She sat up slightly, feeling as though she had been struck by lighting just from the initial attention. Not that she’d ever admit it. She watched as he pulled off the sweater and subsequent Henley he was wearing. He went to undo his jeans and looked at her. 

“Take off your pants,” he nodded towards her. She was tempted to say no. Just because. That would defeat the point though. She unbuttoned her pants and pushed them down, shimmying on the bed. Ransom stepped out of his pants that pooled at his feet and grabbed the end of her jeans and pulled, helping to yank them off. She almost went sliding across the bed towards him with them. 

He leaned over her, hands sliding up her thighs as he settled between her legs. His lips met hers, in a kiss that felt as though it was going to bruise. His mouth moved, trailing a path that felt like it left electricity in its wake. His hands moved from rolling her nipples between his fingers to squeezing her ass. It was as though he couldn’t get enough like he knew she was going to kick him out after this. 

He kissed her stomach before going lower, opening her legs wider and holding her in place with his hands on her thighs again. It felt like he was going to devour her. As self-centred as the man was, he knew exactly how to use his mouth and fingers. Every time she got close, as the pressure threatened to break, he’d slow down or pull back. She was going to kill him. 

He kept her in place as she squirmed, trying to gain more. 

“I swear to God,” she panted, trying to focus. He was trying to make her a mewling mess and she refused to let him torture her further. “Stop fucking around.”

“Thought you wanted that,” he asked, smirking at her. “You want to come, sweetheart? Beg me.”

“Fuck you.”

He ignored her, going back to continue to eat her out and refusing to let her break. She dug her hands into the sheets, trying to keep from crying out as he pulled back again. She was so close. 

Ransom was watching her as she tried to breathe. He pressed his thumb against her clit and she couldn’t help but shudder, trying to arch into it. “You're so close, aren’t you, baby?”

“That’s not my fucking name,” she snapped. “I’m not one of your random lays. You know my name. Use it.” 

He grinned slightly at her. “Beg me first.”

She glared. “If you can’t do me the basic courtesy of using my name then we’re done here.  Make a choice Ransom. It’s really simple.  Use my name, get some orgasms and everybody’s happy. Don’t…then fuck you. Get out of my house.” 

He moved his thumb in circles and her head fell back. She just wanted more. She reached down, ready to help herself out if he wouldn’t. He grabbed her hand and pinned it down. “Not yet.” He moved his thumb and pressed his fingers into her again. They slid with ease. “I want to hear you beg, Hannah.” 

Well, he accepted her terms. It was only fair, right? Besides, if he kept edging her like this, she was going to go insane. She didn’t want to end up killing the stupid heir to whatever book dynasty he was from. Not before they saw their deal through anyway. 

He did something like curl his fingers and she finally broke. “Please, please, please.”

“Please what?”

“If you don’t stop fucking around, you won’t have to worry about an inheritance because I’ll make sure you predecease your grandpa!  Give me my orgasms. Now.” She looked him dead in the eye as she reached down, pinched his nipple and twisted.

He blinked in shock and laughed slightly, hectic colour rose from his chest to his cheeks. “Like seeing you like this, but since you asked so sweetly, Hannah. Come for me.” He pressed his thumb back against her clit while curling his fingers and she was thrown from the precipice. Her orgasm hit harder than ever. 

It took her a few moments to recover, moments Ransom used to kiss up her belly, briefly pausing at her breasts, then made his way to her lips before he aligned his cock and pushed into her. The stretch was a mix of slight pain and pleasure as it extended the orgasm she was coming back from. She wrapped an arm around him, holding him to her as he fixed her leg to rest on his hip. 

“Worth it?” he asks, smirking down at her. 

“Is one all you’re good for?” she challenged and tried to clench around him. He groaned into her neck before finally moving. 

Her neighbours were going to complain. She didn’t care though. Not when she was focused on the way this felt. She dug her nails into Ransom’s back and yanked his hair when he slowed down teasingly. He accepted the warning and tightened his grip as his pace increased. She was half aware of him saying something but she didn't listen. The pressure built up again too fast. She was still too sensitive, too aware of everything from his edging that she broke around him again. He leaned down to kiss her between gasps and she bit his lip sharply as he kept going. 

Ransom paused only to adjust his position, shifting one of her legs to rest as his shoulder. She didn’t even know she was that flexible. She barely registered the way his pace increased, too easily built up and broken again until he pressed against her, finding his own release in her. Fuck. 

He didn’t move right away, kissing her again until she nearly forgot what the problem was and got used to the feeling of him inside her. He eventually moved back when she tapped his shoulder sharply, pulling out and leaving her feeling surprisingly empty. It took her a few moments before she got up. Her legs nearly gave out on her. She heard him laugh behind her and ignored it, flipping him off as she walked. She cleaned herself up in the bathroom and threw a damp washcloth at Ransom. She climbed back into her bed. 

“You can go now.”  

He turned to face her, throwing the cloth he used towards her laundry basket. “That’s funny.”

“I’m serious.” 

“We’re not done,” he said. “Far from it.” 

“Don’t worry, Ransom. We still have our deal and you better be clean. If I catch something from you, I’m going to be pissed.”

“Worried about the wanna-be fiance?” he asked snidely. 

“Are you worried about your inheritance?” she shot back. He glared over at her and she simply smiled. 

“I have plans for that.” 

“Then go do them and leave me alone.”

“What makes you think I haven’t?” 

Her eyes narrowed at the tone. “Don’t fuck around, Ransom.”

“Trust me, sweetheart, I wouldn’t do that to you.”

“Yes, you would but I’d make you regret it.” 

He smirked at her, “Careful now, people will say we’re in love.”

She reached over, grabbed a pillow…and threw it at his face. “You wish.”

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First Sentence Tag #3

Rules: List 10 of your published fics and their first sentences, and then tag other writers to do it.

Idk any other writers on here,personally,so I’ll be either skipping that or tagging just my favorites. I also may do this again,because I have more then just 10 fics! may also do more than one sentence.

My One Shots only! 

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Mughead ( Jughead Jones x OC, Fluff, a drunk Archie Andrews appears.)

After Jason’s funeral….

They head home or to where Jughead had managed to procure a Motel to stay at. “So did you and Betty manage to get any leads on Jason’s death?” Michelle asks taking off her veiled hat.

On Your Knees (The Flash smut, Eowells, Reverse Flash, Meta human OC, Daddy Dom, smut,spanking,oral,using his speed like a vibrator ;) Secret relationship,Boss/Sub dynamic) 

Team Flash (Myself,Caitlin and Cisco),as well as the man they knew as Dr Harrison Wells,were all sitting around the cortex waiting for The Flash to reach the building which was on fire.

We were on pins and needles to see if Barry,My brother,could make it up that building in time,even with the help of Dr. Wells,giving him a very impassioned speech about “Feeling the lightning” almost as if he knew about the feeling on an intimate level.

Remember Me (The Flash, HR Wells, Harry Wells x OC, grief, death,love, fluff)

I sat on the couch holding HR’s felt Bolero hat in my hands rubbing it between my fingers,I let out a shuddering breath,my head low,trying not to cry.

“I miss you HR.”

Like One of your French Girls (The Flash smut, Sherloque Wells x OC, drama, fluff, Eobard Thawne makes an appearance. Not in first person because I forgot.)

Renee should have known Sherloque would find out,he was a Detective after all.

The Final Goodbye (The Flash, Nash Wells, Eobard Thawne, Meta OC, drama, angst,fluff, enemies to lovers)

I couldn’t believe Eobard was back and in the body of someone who,despite not knowing very well,I didn’t particularly like or get along with.

Surrender (The Flash, Reverse Flash, Eobard Thawne x OC, angst, love, star crossed, fluff,time travel, again not in first person.)

She could feel him before she saw him. The buzzing in the air,that whoosh of wind followed by an electric current that ran up her skin,calling to her,Renee felt it throughout her entire body,as she willed her eyes to remain her natural hazel,willing Obsidian Storm to stay away for now.

The Beginning of The End  (TWD prequel, Merle Dixon x OC, Daryl Dixon x OC’s BFF, angst, fluff, drama, mentions of alcohol and drugs, age gaps, eventual smut and cheating.) 

At one time they would have asked where were you when Kurt Cobain passed? When the twin towers fell? When Michael Jackson died? and worse then those,when Trump became president?

Now unbelievably they would ask,where were you during the zombie apocalypse? if you were even still alive.

What We Do is Private  ( The Governor x OC, age gap, D/S play, rough smut, pregnancy)

It was midday in Woodbury,people were milling about,talking and laughing,but I wasn’t really up for joining them,hell I wasn’t even up for guarding the wall,all I wanted was to see Philip or The Governor as they called him,My Boyfriend of a couple of months,or My second Boyfriend I should say,Merle being my first.

Lover Hunter Friend and Enemy (TWD, post apocalyptic,The Governor x OC, smut, dubious consent, toxic relationship, Merle Dixon x OC, age gaps, angst, fluff, grief,death)

It had been weeks since the attack on Woodbury thanks to Rick and his group.  Of course I didn’t know who had done it until it was over,or how bad it was going to be until it was too late.

Enraptured (Supernatural fic, Chuck Shurley as God, Doppelganger OC, angst, smut, DDLG undertones, Gentleman Dom, Oral, religious undertones.)

Once I entered the bunker,I knew something was amiss. I could see it in Dean and Sam’s expressions as they looked at me. Then Sam saying, “Lena um there’s something you should know.”

Before he could tell me what was wrong,I felt a strong pressure,like the air itself closed in around us. Then a voice shout. “You B-Word!”

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🌺 Title: One More Life

🌺 Notes: Part one can be found here. It's my first time writing Diavolo, so maybe he's a bit oc. I've also revised but small grammatical errors can always occur, sorry in advance. Anyway, I hope you like it :D

🌺 Words: 5153

Chapter Two: A deal with the devil

Sometimes fate can be behind the bad days. Sometimes it can be bringing a tragedy or a blessing on people. And it can only sometimes be bringing the end of a story. He neither knew nor had the answers to determine what his case was, but he knew that regardless of that, he was ready to accept his fate without question. There was nothing to be done or changed, he did what he did because he believed he was right and would accept any punishment that was given him by his Father. Though a part of his chest burned knowing he could be cast out of the Celestial Realm, just as she was, and, who could never see the faces of all her brothers or hear their voices. He didn't know if he would be able to live without it.

With the little light that came from a torch suspended the polished stone walls, he watched the shadows of the angels guarding the exit of the dungeon where he had been held awaiting his trial. The muffled voices of the angels came and went as the smell of wine hung in the air, although he found everything they said useless at the time he was trying to gather as much information as he could store in his head; in a lost hope that he would be forgiven for everything. Grief and guilt descended on his youthful heart, he was alone. Alone because he alienated everyone in exchange for his ideals. Alone because he went with what he believed instead of wondering if he was even right. Alone in that cell for who knows how long, with his foul thoughts and memories further poisoning his failing mind.

And then he heard a voice.

"Father says we're going to start his judgment." Lucifer muttered to the angels, in a tone so hurt he almost burst into tears. His brother was accompanied by Michael and Raphael, and his hard features and tense gestures proved that he was dealing with a great dilemma inside his own mind. Lucifer took a silver key from his pocket and walked to the cell with heavy steps, looking anywhere but at the prisoner who resided there, sitting on the cold floor of the cell. His six pairs of wings fluttered as he reached out to help his brother to his feet. "It is time for your judgment, Hesperus, Nightstar. May the Father grant you mercy."

"So be it." Answered Hesperus as low as his brother. Beside him, everyone contemplated what could be a last sight of them together. A perfect contrast between the serious features that graced the twin faces, the only thing that set them apart was Hesperus's curly white hair, which took on a reddish hue in the torchlight. Michael and Raphael greeted him with the same angelic enthusiasm as always, patting his shoulders affectionately as they walked across the stone floor. The two archangels were more optimistic than the sun itself, and the sound of their laughter almost made Hesperus perk up.

"How... How are our brothers doing?" He asked.

"Hopeful. And that's good, hope is good!" Michael said excitedly, leading them off the mountain where they held the young angel. And the sun shone so bright on them; like an omen, like a dreamy breath. Hesperus let the light settle into his body and pass through him, taking away all his negative thoughts. He would need this.

The big, strong white wings lifted him off the ground as he took to the air with the other angels. The light wind slapped them as they flew over the shore below the mountain, the scent of the salt air leaving a mark on Hesperus's mind. It was such a pure smell, so good. And the water was so clear and crystal clear that he could see the fish swimming and jumping, looking at them with the same love and care as always. The archangel dropped both hands into the cold water as if he needed reassurance that this was all not a dream. That his fate was soon to be decided. But his heart and soul knew. He always knew what awaited him; he was Hesperus, the Nightstar, responsible for weaving the timelines.

The path was silent, stormy, but at last they curved through the pearl forests and the Garden of Knowledge until they came to a stop at a great white arch that had carved angelic chants in honor of the Creator on the marble, who had sat upon the throne of light. Hesperus approached the chorus of sad, singing voices. The harmonious melody grew. The light, heat and warm feelings were enough to make him kneel before his Father, Creator and God, despite not daring to look up - he would not see anything at all, even angels could not look directly at him. There were hundreds of angels filling the place with a lustrous eagerness, whispering when the music ceased if anything like that had ever happened. If any angel had ever fallen before the soon-to-be doomed Archangel.

Hesperus looked at each of his brothers, squeezing the tears in his white eyes. Mammon and Levi hid behind Lucifer as if he was going to protect them from something bad. Asmo did his best to keep Lilith, Beel and Belphie from crying because it was capable of the Jewel of Heaven crying too, if his younger brothers did. And then the Night Star looked at his twin brother and he conveyed everything he felt to him with his gaze. And he lowered his head.

"Hesperus, Star of the Night!" The scribe's voice caught everyone's attention, casting a shadow over the hearts of everyone present. Metatron, the scribe, unrolled a roll of parchment and proceeded to read aloud each of the archangel's misdeeds to all his brothers and to his Father, offering him a wistful smile as soon as he was finished.

Night Star tried to defend himself, even though he knew it would be of little use. His whole soul screamed guilty. But it was good to have hope. And suddenly, he was unable to move and speak. And the ground under their feet began to blacken and the green plains above them trembled. The birdsong stopped. And the sun covered itself through dark, angry clouds, and when Hesperus looked up again he saw no longer the throne or the angels, nor his brothers. But he was looking at a child, a girl so much like him that he almost swore he was seeing the future. And she looked back at him, surprised, as if she didn't believe he could see her.

"Who are you?" the girl asked. A sweet voice but softly deceptive as he's heard so many voices. She didn't seem afraid of him, nor did she seem surprised at the sight of his glorious wings or the halo above his head.

And he didn't know how to react.

"Where are we?" Hesperus asked, walking over to the children's room and completely broken and dirty. He looked around. Shards of glass on the floor and a door that was falling off its frame, dust everywhere, causing the archangel to sneeze. The walls were faded and the floors were puffed out, very close to exploding at any moment. And the furniture was taken by termites and some insects moving freely on the ground. But the girl didn't seem to mind that, even though there was a beetle over her head. "What happened here?"

"I don't know what you're saying." She replied, shaking her head from side to side in confusion. "Who are you?"

Hesperus looked into her eyes, the same white eyes he had. And he found that he could no longer remember who he was or what, or why he was so worried, his mind clouded with images of his brothers and lost memories that he slowly began to forget as he fell to his knees. And when he became unable to get up, the girl took his hand and lay down beside him on the floor.

"Everything is fine." She said, mysteriously. "It's all over."

"Where are we?" But Hesperus didn't hear any answer, even though he saw the girl's lips move. And suddenly, everything went dark.

Morgana woke up, startled. The heat wrapped around her body making her want to go back to sleep, but she didn't know if she would do it again. She was dreaming again of someone she had never seen or known, even though it was all so real she could almost mourn the loss of her freedom with the poor archangel. Those dreams always happened close to a near-death experience, like the one she almost suffered but she never knew if it was a form of refuge that her mind made by creating someone for her or if it was someone real and a real event. She has dreamed that dream many times and they all always turned out different. But that girl, those angels and Hesperus remained the same even in the strangest scenarios.

"Good morning, Sleeping beauty" An excited voice caught the girl's attention and she finally realized that there was a demon sitting beside her bed, but its eyes were as warm as the sun and he didn't look like he would hurt her. ", we almost lost you once. How do you feel?"

Morgana looked at him, but it took her a moment to really understand what he was saying. His accent was unfamiliar, like the accent of every demon she'd ever heard but he was more charming than the others.

"I am fine," She muttered under her breath, almost voiceless. The members still ached from the day before. "where am I?"

The demon leaned towards the girl and placed his hand on her forehead, smiling so calmly that she too felt herself relax. He was different from the others, his voice was serene and his eyes were so sincere she couldn't imagine him deceiving her. He examined her with some quick spells and then wrote them down on a clipboard, offering her a bottle of water. "You are in the home of demons, Devildom. A place without sun and where demons hunt the poor souls that roam around."

He smiled showing his pointy teeth. But she felt no evil intent coming from him.

"Devildom, huh?" Morgana thought aloud, nervously playing with her fingers. She then looked from side to side looking for Toby, but all her eyes found was a ridiculously decorated children's room in red and gold. Even the stuffed toys at the foot of the bed were somehow red or gold. She must have looked confused because the demon beside her laughed loud enough to draw her attention back to him.

"What's your name, child?" He asked her, arranging her hair behind her ear as carefully as before. "If you don't want to tell me, I can keep calling you Sleeping Beauty.” He shrugged.

Morgana smirked, almost laughing at the demon's spontaneous way. It was the first time she had met someone like that and she was having fun, however, she also knew that demons were great masters of manipulation and the one in front of her shouldn't be any different. The girl focused on the window outside and how everything was so dark, how big black clouds carried heavy rain. She saw nothing but that, for she thought she was in some tall tower in what looked like the inside of a castle. And when she turned to look at the demon, she decided not to respond to him.

She didn't have a name.

"Sleeping beauty then. It's even a beautiful name for a beautiful child." He said, pulling out a pocket watch from the tailcoat he was wearing and looking at the time. His gestures were slow, calm, and he was smiling like he was hearing a good joke. "I'll let the prince know you're awake and I'll have someone bring you something to eat. Try not to move too much."

She watched him go, not reacting.

The unusual yellow eyes never left her mind, nor would she forget the way his dark hair framed his young, tan face. Or how imposing he became wearing that dark tailcoat. She actually thought he was a weird demon, but she would come to think of him as a normal one when she met the lively, childish prince.

"Morg! Morg!" Toby yelled, but the girl didn't see him anywhere. "Up here!"

Morgana found it hanging from one of the chandeliers and it was much more visible than before. The red lights illuminated her dark skin and gray hair well. She almost felt like she could get out of that bed and hug him, though she held back from the pain that still gripped her. Toby floated to the floor and sat in the chair once occupied by the demon. "You slept for days, you carefree idiot. I was so worried about the meds they forced you to drink and the spells they cast on you. I was almost screaming in the hallways to see if anyone could hear me but everyone keeps ignoring me."

"Or they can't see you."

But the hypothesis didn't make sense. Ghosts were dead spirits and as such demons and angels could see them wandering around without a body and they could feel their intentions, their energies. The girl knew they had already seen him wandering around, all the magic around the castle reminded her of how the prince of Devildom or any other court demon was more powerful than both.

"Of course they can," Toby insisted in a high-pitched, childish tone, but he suddenly crossed his arms with irritation on his face. "That insufferable one you call brother is here too. But I can't feel his presence no matter how much I wander around the castle."

"B? Is our brother B here?" Morgana almost jumped in surprise. She hadn't expected one of her brothers to have allied with demons, though it was no surprise to her that the possibility had always existed. The demons had reached out to her family in times of need and had been there for them when the angels turned their backs and called them a freak of nature. "You saw him? Did you feel his magic?"

"Um, he's your brother. Totally your brother." The ghost's features darkened and his voice reverberated far more angrily than before, but he wasn't angry at his sister, oh no, he was angry at the innocence and kindness that still remained in her heart. The ghost bit the inside of his cheek to keep from saying something he shouldn't. "And your unworthy traitor brother's magic was everywhere, especially in the throne room. What are you going to do with that information? By the way, what are you going to do now?"

Morgana pondered a second. There weren't many options to follow since she didn't know how to get out of Devildom so she would stay there to talk to the prince and maybe look for B. She wanted to know how her older brother was doing and why he had abandoned the war in such a cowardly way. There was still a lot to discover, many benefits she could gain if she managed to ingratiate herself with the Prince of Devildom. But she had to be careful, she had to adapt to the new scenario that involved her until she knew what they would do to her, after all she still had a bad reputation to uphold.

A witch; that's what they called her. And she really was a witch with great powers. The pills her Lord gave her ensured that she was the best of the best, in addition to expanding her physical capabilities to the limit it gave her additional magic, even though her body couldn't take it. But it was understandable. It strained her body too much. It was like forcing a sieve to contain aggressively flowing water, it was impossible, painful and in the long run, she would be killed by it.

"I'm not the one making the decisions, Toby," Morgana let out a long, rueful sigh, her fingers making patterns on the soft, smooth cover. The pout on her lips betrayed her displeasure with the situation, she hated not having control over the situation and hated even more not knowing what she was dealing with. It was by no means unknown to be at a huge disadvantage on missions, but she usually managed to turn against common humans and sorcerers. Fighting low-level or medium-level demons was already proving a challenge and she was surprised whenever she took one down, but even she could see her own limits. She wouldn't be able to kill or even hurt the demon who had been with her, perhaps the demon prince if she felt the need. "anyway, I'm out of Cosmos like you wanted."

"Right from the skillet to the fire, eh?" Toby laughed. But there was a weight on his childish shoulders that he shouldn't carry even after his death, his eyes were sad just like his sister's. And as he lay down beside her when he felt too tired to continue his little act, Morgaine could see how the years of protecting her were wearing him out and he closed his eyes to rest his mind. She couldn't help but feel guilty. If only she had ceded him to the reaper's arms when the last spark of life left him, perhaps he was in some flowery field, sleeping forever. "Don't look at me like that," he muttered groggily.

"Like this?” She looked up at him, putting her hand over his, even though she felt nothing but something cold touch her fingers. "You're pretty easy to read, you know?" He teased, chuckling. "You're not guilty of that."

But her thoughts and arguments were cut short by a timid knock on the door and the grim person who passed her with a cart full of tasty foods. The butler put the food on a table and poured hot tea, seeming to laugh when he heard a rumble of hunger coming from the girl's belly. And while he worked she eyed him suspiciously, analyzing him, as if she had seen him somewhere before, but she shrugged and looked at the remedies offered to her with great suspicion.

"What are they?" She looked at him suspiciously.

"Medicines." The demon replied, simplistic. "Take the blue and then the red."

"I don't need them!" Morgana frowned. "I feel good."

"The doctor said you need to take it with or without pain to get completely better." He shook the bottle containing the medicine to the girl and offered her a full glass of water. But the girl didn't believe him and he saw it clearly.

"Drink you first.” She pushed the bottle back.

"I'm not the one who's sick." The demon sighed, looking at her like she was a cranky child that was exactly what she was at that moment. "It will make you feel good, and it tastes like strawberry."

"I said I'm fine." She insisted again, her voice slurred and sat back down. "And I don't like strawberries either, they're too sour."

Morgana suppressed a giggle as the demon in front of her sighed heavily, without the least bit of patience. Their fingers making the glass of water tremble over his fingers from the force exerted. In contrast, she heard a very jovial laugh reach her ears and then she glimpsed a tall, red-haired, dark-skinned demon. Such great energy filled him that it was like being bathed in strong sunlight and his smile was so bright and contagious that she felt like she was smiling too, feeling the same calm that she remembered feeling the day before. The prince, she deduced on account of the red clothes and embroidered with gold thread, took the medicine bottle from his butler's hands, seeming to scold him with a single look. "It's okay if you don't want to drink, I understand," he muttered with a huge smile. "but you'll find you're pretty weak when you get up. There were many substances in your body that we had to remove and recreate, so it would be advisable if you drink it even if you don't like the taste. And it's not poisoned like you think."

Morgana was unable to formulate an answer because that was exactly what she was thinking. So she first took the blue pill and analyzed it still under the demon's careful eyes, deciding to trust her own intuition she drank it and repeated the process with the red pill. The girl didn't feel any different in the first few seconds, but soon a force hit her and her entire body. Morgana felt heavy, tired and she had to lie down. It wasn't like anything she'd ever felt, but a great deal of sleepiness.

"Now what should I call you, little one?" He asked, arranging the cover so that it kept her warm and comfortable. Diavolo seemed reassured about the girl's suspicious gaze on him, but only because she wasn't inside the old prince's messy head. There were so many doubts swirling, screaming in the demon's mind that she would have been lost if she'd tried to look into his mind. However, looking into the girl's pearly eyes made him feel right about what he had done.

It was no secret that Diavolo found himself curious about her because of the rumors that swirled around the demonic world, about a girl trained to hunt demons, small, doll-like in her beauty, but as powerful as Merlin was. It wasn't wise to have brought her there, but he knew that what she did was for some reason. He wasn't a monster, he wouldn't throw her in the dungeon for rumors, but he also knew well that the consequences of her actions could negatively impact Devildom. However, he hoped it didn't go to the extreme. He hadn't even asked Barbatos to look into the future because he would give her the respect and benefit of the doubt. He counted on her being smart enough to know she had no choice but to tell him what had happened. He was still the prince duty-bound to protect his homeland, though he yearned to make demons and humans coexist. 

"What am I supposed to call you?" Diavolo asked, wanting to make her feel comfortable with him instead of instilling fear in her heart. He knew just by looking that there were so many feelings trapped inside those eyes that he couldn't help but pity the young girl, looking at her was like looking into a mirror because he'd had those same eyes before and and secretly he knew he still had them.

"What do you want to call me?" She snapped. Her voice was so low he could barely distinguish it from a mere howl in the wind. "I don't have a name at the same time they gave me several names. Theia, Aurora, Dawn, Abner, Anwar, Jomei, Lucian, Epifanio, Alina, I could go on for hours. But my current name is Morgana LeFay."

"And they're all related to light, how lovely." The demon prince smiled, drinking the tea that had been given to him by his silent, expressionless butler. "Your current name means Great Brightness, it suits you. There's a fire I see burning fiercely inside you." He pointed to her heart with impressive calm.

"He's nothing like I imagined.” Toby whispered to his sister, who nodded discreetly to his words. The prince was certainly a great mystery to them, all his gestures were extremely calculated and meticulous and yet with such delicacy that it made no sense. But again, they couldn't have known every aspect of the demons. "Like, he looks like a big, sly teddy bear with these golden eyes watching every move you make." Toby took a chance and waved a hand in front of the demon, unsure of how he would react if he was listening to him speak.

"I am the future king of Devildom, Diavolo. It's a pleasure to meet you, Morgana." The girl nodded, looking at his hand with an arched eyebrow. But when she realized he wouldn't hurt her, she squeezed his hand lightly and smiled. "I would like to apologize for the inconvenience my demons have caused. I promise no harm will come to you because you have my protection."

"Too pretty words for someone you've met just now." The girl laughed, playing with her own fingers in order to look calmer. However, her entire body posture screamed apprehension. "Please ask me what you want to ask. I promise not to lie, but it's not like I can. I would recognize those eyes from afar."

The prince looked at her in surprise. It wasn't often that someone mentioned or knew the origin of his eyes, so he stared at her for a good few minutes and thought about what to ask first. "I wanted to know a little bit about what happened before your encounter with the demons, why and who it was that summoned me. I assume you know how this could affect my world, yes?" Morgana nodded, moving her hands with renewed nervousness. She no longer looked at the prince with the same intensity as before, turning her face to the rainy sky.

"It was my lord who did all this. He does it every year, you know, summoning demons to see how I or others have evolved with magic, although I don't agree or follow him because I want or believe in his ideals. And he works for an organization called Cosmos." Morgana paused for a moment to watch the strange thunder of Devildom falling outside. It was fascinating. Lights danced over a starlit floor and she wanted to go there for a better look. It was rare to have the opportunity, however.

"Do you know anything else about Cosmos?" He asked, sipping his tea and enjoying the warm liquid that seemed to warm even his body. "What was going on there?"

Morgana moved her head to find Diavolo's eyes glued to her small, slender form as she cocked her head to the side as if she heard something - it was Toby muttering. "I don't have much to offer you, I don't know who is behind Cosmos or its goals. But they sheltered the kids who had nowhere to go and made them do terrible things. There were even rumors of bloody experiments, ahem, if you understand me."

"I understand." He muttered, looking at the girl who seemed to get lost among the food laid out in front of her. "Barbatos, serve her please."

The butler moved so fast and perfect, placing a tray of toast, fruit and hot tea over the girl's legs and helping her to a seat, arranging her pillows so she was still comfortable.

She picked up her cup with great suspicion and analyzed the liquid, the smell, then she drank it and found it delicious. She drank the rest of her tea in one big gulp and licked her lips so no drop escaped. "Do you want to ask me something?" She muttered, wiping the corner of her mouth with the sleeves of her nightgown. Diavolo almost laughed at her lack of courtesy, taking one of the human candies and looking at it for long minutes, thinking of all the information he'd gleaned from a simple conversation. He looked at her then, more curious than before. Almost too excited.

"Stay here." He asked in a commanding, inviting tone. He looked like a demon the girl could trust, looks can be deceiving and she knew it. But she had nowhere to go, she didn't want to go back, despite knowing that one day she would. "Stay in Devildom. Wouldn't that be better than going back?"

"It would indeed. But you forget my fame in this place." She whispered. "Would it be wise to let me stay? What would they say?"

"Child, please, I'm the future king that people walk around treading on eggshells. What I say will be the absolute truth and no one will question." Diavolo laughed out loud, a laugh that almost infected the girl. "And I believe we can both benefit from your stay here."

"Nonsense." Toby spoke up, floating around his sister as she stared at the demon king. The ghost had been making snarky, acidic comments since no one seemed to see him around. "I don't know if we should trust him, Morg. But you're going to listen to him anyway, aren't you? I wonder if you think about the consequences of that." Morgana waved her hand as if to silence the ghost amid his persistent mumbles, feeling him move to the bed and lie down beside her, glaring at Diavolo with a fierce glare.

"What do you get with it?" She asked, averting her eyes from the demon's filling her with pity, as if he imagined everything she'd been through in Cosmos and really wanted to help her. She didn't believe it, though. People don't help others without good reason, someone always wants to gain something in exchange for a mere favor. "What does Devildom get out of it?"

"I have a dream." The demon spoke sweetly, smiling. "I want to create a world where all the Realms can exist together, where humans are not afraid of demons and demons can make friends with humans and angels. It would be a perfect place, don't you think?" Diavolo held up one of the cupcakes he removed from the tray and glared. He seemed truly fascinated with human cooking, almost childlike. "It would be perfect. You can tell me about humans instead of me just reading about them in books."

"Too ideal, a childish dream indeed. Besides, humans shouldn't be so overrated, I could say they're worse than demons." Morgana nodded seriously, seeming to analyze everything she heard come out of the young prince's lips. But she soon smiled at the demon in front of her. "But it would be amazing if you could created such a world, even though bringing them together is a big challenge. And how can you benefit me?"

"Knowledge. Resources. Speak and it will be yours." Diavolo declared with a smile more sadistic than his smiles before. "Those bloodthirsty eyes don't know how to hide very well. You want to destroy Cosmos, right?" Morgana laughed. For the first time she laughed. And to the devil's ears it was a beautiful, funny sound. And when little tears started to fall from her eyes, she reached out to the prince.

"We have a deal, my good prince."

[cowboy-anon]

12 for Apple, 8 for Jude Wilson, 19 for the Wilsons, and 21 for Benji

Oh SNAP. LET'S DO IT. Under the cut because it’s a bit long. :)

Quick CW: Stockholm Syndrome, pet whump, captivity, mentioned murder, mentioned neglect, cutting, knife mention, implied death, sadistic whumpers, multiple whumpers, insomnia mention, called “psycho” and “insane”, yelling

Apple - 12. How does your oc handle talking to somebody they can’t stand? What if it’s a situation where they’re forced to work with this person?

Oh, that's a toughie! Apple doesn't really get to meet anyone he can't stand, but he'd absolutely hate it if Clay was giving someone other than him or Benji more attention than him. (He's kind of come to accept that Benji "needs" more attention.)

Apple would act almost sickly sweet to that person (or pet). All smiles and kind words, even though under the surface he's kind of losing it. He wouldn't let his hatred (because it would be hatred) interfere with their work, but only if it was only for a limited time. Too long though and he would explode on them. There might be tears, all "Master Clay loves me! Not you! You're just here because [insert some weird reasoning Apple's got to explain their presence]." He'd feel really embarrassed afterwards, but he wouldn't apologize. Master Clay is his.

Jude Wilson - 8. What’s it like inside your oc’s mind? (Literally, or metaphorically.)

It’s kinda wack, I’ll admit it. To be so desensitized to torture, not to the point where it doesn’t bother you but to the point where it’s boring?

I have no clue why but I feel like his brain is just a bunch of weird road and street signs.

Like these. Yeah, he’s... very complicated, and he feels a little trapped but it’s not like he’s totally screwed as far as having a life goes, so... Yeah lol. Not sure that was helpful or anything.

The Wilsons - 19. How would an enemy describe this oc?

Well, none of their enemies ever survive, but they’ve definitely had a few of their victims spit some comments at them. Before, well, y’know.

There’s the usual. Insane, psychos, what have you. Not very correct, mind you. They’re just sadists. And don’t make the mistake of calling them insane either. They won’t hesitate to correct you.

But yeah, no, the general consensus is that they’re creepy as everything. Normal, better than normal. The perfect family, even when they’re cutting you with knives. It’s weird how stoic they seem, how unbothered by their actions. And if you want, here’s one of their old captives, freshly escaped from their living room chair and frantically calling their friend with the phone hanging on the Wilsons’ kitchen wall. 

“Four of them. Yeah, the Wilsons! I know they ‘don’t seem like the type,’ why the hell else would I be calling to warn you?! Yeah, yeah, they act normal at first. That’s how they screw you over! No, no, don’t call the police, come pick me up-- Michael? Michael!”

And of course the phone went dead, because did you really think the Wilsons would just let the guy lose and let him make a real phone call? They just wanted to mess with him.

Benji - 21. What’s a fact you haven’t shared about this oc?

I’ll share a few, just because lol.

1. Benji’s got pretty bad insomnia. Sometimes it’s worse than other times, but almost every night they’re cuddled “to sleep” with Clay, they don’t actually sleep, not for a while.

2. Benji had an owner before Clay. They’re still pretty enough to have been sold to Clay by the salesman in less than a week, so I currently have no clue why they were a pet or what was done to them.

3. I’m not sure if this is canon yet, but...

I’m still trying to decide whether Benji was motivated to convince Apple to escape out of the goodness of their heart or because they’ve fallen in love with him. Trust me, his pinterest board has plenty of quotes to suggest this might be the case, but I’m still not totally sure if that’s what goes down. I figure they’ve reveal their feelings to me eventually. :)

Thank you for the asks, y’all! I gotta head out but I’ll finish them up when I get home in about two hours. :D

[debbiechanclub]

You’re Welcome

Pairing: Wardlow/OC

Category: Fluffy fluff

Word count: 1,824

Fluffy little Wardlow fic request for @lancearcherinrippedjeans starring her OC, Camryn Morgan. I hope you like it! It’s the least I could do after you wrote me THREE fics. Also tagging @what-does-mine-say :D

Find more of my fics here.

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Nothing irked Camryn more than when someone interrupted her while she was in the zone at the gym. And, for whatever reason, no one managed to irk her more than one Nick Jackson.

“Ah!” She let out a startled yelp when she looked up and saw him staring at her with his crazy eyes through the mirrored wall. She ripped out one of her ear buds and whirled around. “What the fuck, Nick?”

He smiled. “We just got here and I saw you so I thought I’d come say ‘hi.’” He paused. “Hi.”

She arched a curious brow. Of all her teammates in The Elite, no one was quite as peculiar as Nick. “‘We?’ I don’t see anyone else, bud. Are you feeling alright?”

Just as she asked, Matt and Kenny rounded the corner—and Wardlow was with them. Camryn’s pulse quickened and she stood up straighter. What was Wardlow doing with them? And oh my god they’re coming over.

“Camryn!” Kenny proclaimed with a smile. “We thought you might be here.”

She tried to smile as casually as possible. “You know me, just trying to get it in before the show tonight.” Her eyes suddenly widened. “Trying to get a workout in!” she quickly corrected.

“Phrasing,” Matt smirked.

Her entire face went red. “You meant what I knew.”

“Anyway,” Kenny segued. “Have you two met?”

He motioned back and forth between Camryn and Wardlow. She stole a quick glance at him before shaking her head. “Not officially.”

“Well, then,” he started. “Camryn, this is Michael Wardlow. Michael, meet Camryn Morgan.”

They shook hands, and Camryn practically had to tilt her head all the way back to look him in the eye; he was more than a foot taller than her tiny five-foot-one frame. “Nice to meet you,” she smiled.

“Likewise,” he returned; but then his brow furrowed. “Wasn’t your hair red last week?”

Her cheeks flushed again, both surprised and flattered that he’d noticed. Then again, it would’ve been hard to miss someone changing their hair from fire engine red to lilac purple. “Oh, yeah. I change it a lot.”

“Like every other week,” Nick commented.

She narrowed her eyes at him. “Not that often; more like every month. I just get bored easily.”

“Well, you should keep that color,” Michael said. “It looks good.”

Camryn’s whole body flushed that time. “Thanks.”

“Well, we’ll let you get back to getting it in,” Kenny smirked; she rolled her eyes. “And hey, make sure to get to the arena a little early tonight, alright? We’re filming some stuff for BTE.”

“Will do,” she said.

“It was nice meeting you,” Michael said as he walked off with Kenny and Matt. Camryn smiled as she put her ear bud back in.

“You too.” She turned back around to grab some weights; and when she stepped back she jumped in surprise again. Nick was still staring at her through the mirror. “What?”

“Bye,” he grinned, and he took off after the others.

“Weirdo,” Camryn breathed as she resumed her workout.

*A few months later*

It was a beautiful day, and Camryn needed to get outside���even if it was only on her patio. She fixed herself a glass of iced tea and grabbed a book; but as soon as she sat down in the patio chair her cell phone rang. It was a FaceTime call from Michael. She couldn’t help her smile as she answered.

“Hey, good looking.”

Michael didn’t even say hello before he proclaimed, “Your hair’s blue! It was pink like three days ago!”

She rolled her eyes behind her sunglasses. “We’re in quarantine, Michael. Do you know how bored I am?”

“Okay, but don’t be surprised when all your hair falls out,” he smirked.

“Worry about your own hair,” she playfully returned. “It’s looking a little rough.”

“Shut up, no it isn’t.”

Camryn bit her lip. It really wasn’t; he was looking just as delicious as ever. But she had to tease him a little bit. “Okay, what do you want? Did you just call me to harass me about my hair?”

 “No,” he said. “Obviously, I called you to wish you happy birthday.”

Camryn’s stomach fluttered. A small part of her had worried everyone had forgotten about her birthday, especially with the pandemic going on. It meant a lot to her that Michael thought to call.

“How old are you now?” he asked. “Twenty-one?”

She let out a loud laugh; he knew damn well she wasn’t 21. “Yes; twenty-one plus seventeen.” Unlike some women, Camryn had no qualms about sharing her true age—she was turning 38 today, and damn proud of it. Besides, not to sound vain, but she thought she looked better than a lot of women 10 years her junior.

“I can’t believe that. Honestly,” Michael said. “You look late twenties, early thirties, tops.”

“Well, thank you,” she grinned. “It’s my top-secret skin care routine.”

“Nah, I think it’s good genes.”

He gave her that look, and Camryn suddenly wished she could jump his bones, quarantine be damned. She and Michael had become fast friends ever since that day Kenny had introduced them in the gym, and they’d developed quite the flirtatious relationship. She loved the attention, of course—who wouldn’t?—but she often had to remind herself that it could never go beyond flirting. No matter how good she looked, Michael was still six years younger than her; a relationship between them simply wouldn’t work.

“You flatter me,” she said; and then she abruptly changed the subject. “So, have you heard anything about getting to wrestle again yet?”

“Actually, yeah,” he said. “I have a lumberjack match against Luchasaurus on Dynamite in a couple weeks.”

She smiled when she heard that. “Cool. I’ll be there, too.”

“Yeah? Nice,” he smiled. And then he added, “You better not be bald.”

“Alright, goodbye, Michael!” And she hung up on him before he could say anything smart in return.

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It was the night of Michael’s lumberjack match against Luchasaurus, and Camryn couldn’t be more excited. She hadn’t seen Michael in person since Double or Nothing—in other words, it had been far too long.

But, as excited as she was, she needed something to eat first. She stopped by catering and made a beeline for the snack station; but before she could grab a bag of chips, someone came up from behind and picked her up in a bear hug.

She let out a yelp and kicked her legs. “Michael! Let me go!”

“How’d you know it was me?”

“Because you’re the only one dumb enough to ambush me!”

She felt a laugh rumble in his chest. “Oh yeah? What’re you gonna do about it, small fry?”

Camryn groaned; she hated when he called her that, and he knew it. She struggled in his grip, but it was no use. He was far too strong. “Please put me down,” she pouted.

“Fine,” he gave in. “But only because you asked so nicely.” He set her feet back on the ground; but before he could completely let her go, she grabbed his arm and twisted it behind his back in a hammerlock.

“Shit!” he proclaimed.

“What’re you gonna do about it, Wardlow?” she taunted.

He shook his head. “Nothing. It doesn’t really hurt.”

Her mouth dropped and she shoved him away as he laughed. “Rude!”

“Oh, did you want to hurt me?” he returned. “I didn’t know you were into that, Cam.”

Camryn’s face went beet red at his roguish smirk. “And on that note, I’m gonna go,” she said, and she snatched a bag of chips off the snack station and hurried down the hall.

“Hey, I’m glad you’re not bald!” she heard Michael call, and she extended her arm to flip him off without turning around. If she had, he would have seen her smiling.

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Later that night, taping had wrapped and everyone was heading out. The Elite were headed to grab a late dinner, but Camryn had told them she would catch up—she needed to do something first.

She walked down the hall headed toward Michael’s locker room, her heart thumping in her chest. Honestly, she wasn’t sure what the hell she was doing. All she knew was that she had feelings for Michael, and after seeing him for the first time in weeks, she just couldn’t ignore them anymore.

She was nearly there when she suddenly stopped short. She could hear two familiar voices just around the corner: Michael and MJF.

“So are you headed back to the hotel orrr?” Maxwell asked.

“Actually, I’m gonna see if Camryn is still here and ask if she wants to grab dinner,” Michael answered. “Sort of a late birthday thing; I know she was bummed she didn’t really get to celebrate because of the quarantine and everything.”

Camryn’s heart fluttered. He wanted to do that for her? That might be the sweetest thing anyone had ever done for her.

“Well it’s about damn time,” Maxwell returned.

She heard Michael give an awkward laugh. “What do you mean?”            

Maxwell scoffed. “What do I mean? Dude, come on. You two have been dancing around your feelings for months.”

There was a pause. And then Michael returned, “Nah, it’s not like that. She always clams up and changes the subject whenever I flirt with her.”

“That’s because she’s awkward as fuck,” Maxwell dismissed. “It doesn’t mean she’s not interested.”

Camryn turned on her heel and took off as quietly as she could. She didn’t want to hear the rest of the conversation. Maxwell wasn’t wrong; she was awkward as fuck, and this had been a terrible idea—

“Cam?”

She abruptly stopped and closed her eyes against Michael’s voice. They’d been closer than she’d realized. She put on a brave face and turned around. “Hey!”

Michael’s face fell; it was obvious he knew she’d overheard them. “What’s up?”

“Oh, nothing,” she said. “I was actually just leaving. See you later!”

She tried to make her escape—but Maxwell stopped her. “Wait!” he said. “Michael wants to take you out for a late birthday dinner. He also likes you, but he’s too chickenshit to admit it.”

Michael shot him a look. “Really?”

He smirked. “You’re welcome, bud,” he said as he smacked him on the back.

Camryn froze. She wasn’t sure what to do or say. So she said the only thing she could think of. “Is that true?”

For the first time since she’d known him, Michael looked nervous. “Well, yeah.”

She bit back a smirk. “All of it?”

He mirrored her grin. “Yeah.”

Before she knew it, Camryn’s legs were carrying her forward; and before she could think better of it, she reached up and pulled Michael’s lips down onto hers. She pulled back and smiled up at him. “I like you, too.”

“YOU’RE WELCOME!” Maxwell proclaimed, and Michael flipped him off as he kissed her again.