#orion the darkling

[totaleclipse573]

I had a couple in mind related to the OC & canon dynamic thing.

Arthur & Metal Sonic

Orion & Surge

Soren (and to that extent, Vivian) and Tikal

Arthur is rather serious and always has the intent of succeeding in whatever he does, as the prince of Mobius, he has expectations to uphold and he knows them. I do think he would've heard of Metal from his father, with all the stories about how they fought and things that happened and such. Arthur would then, by default, view Metal as a threat, and Metal would more than likely do the same, seeing as he is Sonic's son.

In the Timeskip AU, Surge has been kinda sorta redeemed? (With the help of Amy of course.) That doesn't make her any less wild and prone to trouble, though. She's kept her personality, but not so much her villainous intentions. Orion is VERY shy, gets anxious easily, and has trouble meeting, talking to, or trusting new people. Surge would be very forward (also bc lmao this is Eclipse's kid? LOOKS like him, wonder if he ACTS like him too,) while Orion would more than likely just hide behind his more extroverted sister, Moriko (Mori.) (Also, I sprinkle a bit of protective mother Whisper........just a bit)

I think Soren and Vivian would discover Tikal while going after the Master Emerald one day (Vivian just likes shiny stuff and Soren LITERALLY cannot help himself.) Tikal knows who they are, due to having been Terios' spiritual guardian (she would help with the whole shard energy situation in many different ways,) back then, but Soren and Vivian see her and they're just like GHOSTS ARE REAL??? In the end, I think they would get along just fine, and perhaps Tikal could even be the one to let them in on a little more of their father's story...and a couple of MAAAAAYBE embarrassing things about him that she knows. For funsies.

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𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 - 𝐒𝐨 𝐍𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐲

• summary: when james is feeling a bit too needy, he decides to take a risk with reader.

• a/n: i’m bored and it’s thundering and all peaceful, so here’s a small bit of james’ smut to tuck you into bed tonight ;)

• contains: james potter x fem reader, established relationship, public sex, p in v, quickie, mentions of cum

• word count: 1.2k

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It was a rare, free period at Hogwarts, and students were taking advantage of the beautiful weather, enjoying the fresh air and sunshine. James, however, was experiencing a different kind of neediness. He found himself walking around the grounds, his thoughts drifting to his girlfriend and the desire to be close to her. His eyes scanned the surroundings until they landed on a small, secluded corner, shielded from the main pathways.

A sly, mischievous smile spread across his face as his eyes landed on that secluded corner. It was a bit risky, but the allure of feeling her body against his, the need to be close to her despite the potential of getting caught, was too strong to resist.

She was sitting on the cool grass, enjoying the warmth of the sunshine on her skin, when she felt a familiar presence approach her. She looked up to find James wearing a mischievous grin on his handsome face. He wordlessly gestured to the secluded corner, and she followed his gaze, her face heating up as she realized what he had in mind.

She should’ve been concerned about the potential of being caught, but the look in his eyes, the way his voice held a hint of desire and mischief, all but silenced any protests she might have. She allowed him to lead her to the secluded corner, her heart pounding in her chest with a mixture of anticipation and excitement.

Once they were safely shielded by the foliage of the corner, he pulled her closer to him, his hands finding their way to her hips as he pressed her against the wall. His eyes darkened as he looked at her, and he leaned in to whisper in her ear. "You don’t know how badly I need you right now."

She felt a shiver run down her spine at his words, the heat of his breath against her skin, the tightening on her hips, all fanning the flames of her own desire for him. She closed her eyes for a moment, savoring the feel of his body pressed against hers, before looking up at him with a sly smile. "Do I even want to know why you’re feeling so... needy?" She teased.

A smirk tugged at his lips as he looked down at her, his gaze darkening even further with lust. "Perhaps it's the weather, perhaps it's the thrill of the danger," he murmured, his hands gently roaming the curves of her body, his fingers tracing the edge of her skirt. "Or perhaps it's just the fact that you're standing here, looking all beautiful and radiant, and I can't help but want to be as close to you as physically possible."

With a sudden, swift movement, he shifted her stance, making her legs spread wider. His body was pressed tightly against hers, his breath coming out in a low, strained pant as he leaned in to whisper in her ear once more. "You have no idea how much I want you right now," he growled, his hands moving to her legs, gently but firmly pushing her skirt up.

His hands continued to move up her thighs, his fingers gently caressing her skin as he hitched her skirt slightly higher. He kept his movements quick, his breath coming out in short, ragged puffs as his mind was focused on the main goal. Once he had her skirt pushed up just enough, he quickly fumbled with his own trousers, unbuttoning them and pulling them down just enough to allow him the access he desired.

His breath hitched for a moment as he realized she had no underwear on, his eyes widening in surprise and excitement. He let out a low, guttural growl, his hands gripping her hips even tighter as he pulled her body flush against his.

His desire for her was palpable, a burning need that coursed through his veins like fire. Without wasting another moment, he pressed himself against her, his body enveloping hers as he claimed her mouth in a rough, desperate kiss.

He felt a rush of heat and pleasure as he pressed himself against her, his body molded to hers in a perfect fit. With one swift movement, he was stretching her walls with his length.

She let out a soft gasp, her body arching slightly, her hands instinctively gripping his shoulders for support. The feel of him inside her was intense and overwhelming, making her head spin with a mix of pleasure and satisfaction. Despite the danger of being caught, her mind betrayed her, her body responding to his every touch and kiss with a fierce need of its own. She arched against him, her body meeting his with a fervor that matched his own.

She could feel the tension coiled within her, the need to let go and surrender completely to the sensations that were flooding her senses. The thought of getting caught was an afterthought, overshadowed by the overwhelming need to be as close to him as possible in this moment.

His movements were fast and urgent, his hands roaming over her body, seeking to touch and claim every inch of her. His kisses were fierce and possessive, his lips leaving a trail of heat on her skin. The sound of their gasps and moans were muted by the foliage around them, the risk of being caught adding an extra thrill to the whole experience.

Her mind was blank, consumed by the pleasure and the overwhelming need for him. She felt his body moving against hers, his breath hot and ragged on her neck, and all she could do was cling to him, her fingers digging into his shoulders as her body responded to his every touch.

The world outside the small corner faded away, their surroundings reducing to mere blurs as they lost themselves in each other. The urgency of their need and the excitement of being caught pushed them closer to what they both needed most.

Every touch, every kiss, every movement, was laced with a sense of urgency. It pushed his movements to the very end, his thrusts growing sloppier as her tiny whimpers seem to grow in his ear. With one last deep thrust, he filled her with the most reliving sigh coming from his lips. They stayed close for a moment, foreheads touching before he pulled out, quickly fixing their clothing back to normal.

They stood there for a moment, catching their breaths, hearts pounding in their chests. The sounds of the world around them slowly filtered back into their awareness. But in that moment, all they could think about was the aftermath of their quick, intense encounter.

He let out a ragged breath as he leaned back against the wall, his chest heaving from the exertion. He ran a hand through his messy hair, still trying to regain his bearings. He looked at her for a moment, a mix of amusement, satisfaction, and relief on his face. "That was..." he trailed off, unable to find the words to describe what had just happened between them.

“Risky.” She finished for him in a breathless laugh.

He chuckled at her blunt but accurate description. "That's one way to put it."

He pushed away from the wall, slowly stalking towards her with a wicked gleam in his eyes. He reached out a hand and gently traced her bottom lip with his thumb, his tone dripping with mischief.

"You know, I'm going to enjoy the thought of you walking through the rest of the day, knowing that you've got a piece of me dripping inside you every time you move..."

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Maroon ♡ ➵ ✩ Sirius Black

pairing: sirius black x reader

summary: based on this request

content: fluff, just a sweet relationship reminisced

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🎧: maroon by taylor swift

warnings: language

When the morning came, We were cleaning incense off your vinyl shelf Cause we lost track of time again, Laughing with my feet in your lap, Like you were my closest friend How’d we end up on the floor anyway? You say Your roomate’s cheep ass screw top rose that’s how, I see you every day now…

The only thing that I could feel was the loud pounding in my head as I woke up with bottles and shoes on my body. Shrugging off everything on me and making sure I was decent I had many memories flashing back into my mind. The loud music, the celebration for the Quidditch world cup, the absolute dumb shit I always pull when I am drunk.

(flashback) “siriii” I giggled… GIGGLED? I never giggle. I obviously had too much to drink and he understood just that.. putting both his arms around my waist, he helped navigate me across the room to lie down on a couch. “ why are you such a-“ hiccup “buzzkill?” I ask furrowing my brows as he slowly removed my heels from my throbbing feet. “you’re going to thank me tomorrow.” My cheeks turned red as he winked at me. How did I let my guards down?? Taking my shoes in one hand and wrapping the other around my waist he announced to all the people he’s putting me to bed as if I was a goddamn child. We reach my dorm and as he closed the door I slammed into his chest. Putting my hands on his chest to stable myself, I couldn’t stop myself from feeling his muscles. ‘Where did his leather jacket go?’ I thought… “it’s with you, love.” he said. Realizing that I said that out loud I made a mental note of thinking twice before speaking. “Don’t worry, love, I don’t take advantage of beautiful people when they’re drunk."

And I lost you, The one, I was dancing with in new York, No shoes, looked up… at the sky and it was.. The burgundy on my t-shirt as you splashed your wine into me and how the blood rushed into my cheeks, so scarlet it was maroon. The mark they saw on my collar bone, the rust that grew between telephones, the lips I used to call home, so scarlet it was maroon.

(flashback) The common room was full of sweaty hormonal teenagers after Quidditch training and there I was again, waiting for Sirius as if he’d care. He never did. After that night, we had a few… let’s say… a few casual hookups but me being… well, me, I had gone overhead and developed feelings. Obviously I hadn’t told him but he had just been ignoring me after the winter break. The gryffindors were just partying when I just gave up and decided to go to bed. Turning around, I bumped into someone, wine spilling all over my new clothes. Oh.my.god. Before I could scream at the person for ruining my clothes I heard a hoarse voice say “I’m sorry, I should’ve looked where I was going.” It was him, of course it was him. “It’s fine.” I grit out. “Hey, we’ve kind of stopped talking in the last couple of weeks, and…” “Sirius! Babe, we need you for the photos” I hear a loud voice interrupt mine. He gave me an apologetic look and went away. It was Bonnie. I knew her voice. I heard that voice every fucking day taunting me. Are they… no, it can’t be. My conflicted thoughts take over as I change and go to bed. Tearing up, I feel so stupid because this is just typical me, developing feelings for someone who could never even bother to listen to me. But he was mine first. The way he held her dancing tonight, he held me first. The way he kissed her hand, he kissed mine first. I was his best friend. And now, he just… forgot about me.

When the silence came, we Were shaking blind and hazy How the hell did we lose sight of us again? Sobbing with your head in your hands Ain't that the way shit always ends You were standing hollow-eyed in the hallway Carnations you had thought were roses That's us I feel you, no matter what The rubies that I gave up

(flashback) “No I can’t control it! Don’t you understand? It.is.not.in.my.control.” Turns out, telling your feelings to your best friend might end really really bad. I guess it’s what I deserved just blurting out that I liked him in the middle of the hallway. But what I never expected would happen, was that he’d lead me to an empty classroom and tell me he’s engaged to Bonnie Bennet. “I’m sorry, did you just say your marriage is not in your control?! You either like someone or you don’t, what’s in between that?! Do you expect me to just stay silent as you’re married off to someone else after finally getting to hear you say that you liked me?” I cry out. “No it is not in my control, do you really think I would marry her if I had the choice? The girl who turned your life into a living hell?! It’s a fucking arranged marriage, my mom wants me to be married to a person with ‘pure blood’ and we both know I do not believe in that bullshit.” “I know this is not my place to intervene but do you really want to go through with this?” I ask. “I’ll handle it. I’m going to come back to you, I promise but just… let me figure it out.” He pleaded. I agreed, of course I did. This is Sirius Black we’re talking about.

And I lost you The one I was dancing with in New York No shoes Looked up at the sky and it was maroon The burgundy on my t-shirt when you splashed your wine into me And how the blood rushed into my cheeks, so scarlet, it was The mark they saw on my collarbone The rust that grew between telephones The lips I used to call home So scarlet, it was maroon

(flashback)

Sirius Black had spent twelve long years locked away in Azkaban, falsely accused of betraying his best friend James Potter and murdering Peter Pettigrew. He had been stripped of everything - his freedom, his reputation, and worst of all, his beloved godson

When he finally managed to escape, he made his way to a small village where he knew I was living. I was there sitting in a small cafe, sipping on a cup of tea. I looked up as he entered the room, and when I saw him, my eyes widened in shock.

"Sirius!" I gasped, jumping up from her seat. "What are you doing here? How did you...?"

Before I could finish the sentence, Sirius was crossing the room and sweeping me up in his arms. He held my tightly, as if I would disappear if he let go, his heart pounding with joy and relief.

"Y/n," he murmured, his voice choked with emotion. "I'm here. I'm free. And I'm never letting you go again."

My eyes filled with tears as I clung to him. "I can't believe it's really you. I've missed you so much." I whispered.

Sirius pulled back slightly, his deep grey eyes gazing into mine. "I've missed you too, love," he said softly. "More than you can imagine."

We held each other for a long time, both of us crying tears of relief and happiness. When we finally pulled apart, He looked at me with an expression of wonder.

"You still believe in me," he said softly. "After all these years, after everything they said about me, you still believe in me."

"Of course I do," I  replied firmly. "I always have, and I always will. You're one of the best people I've ever known."

We held each other for a long time. Sirius felt as if he had been reborn, as if he had been given a second chance at life. And he knew that he wanted to spend that life with here with me by his side.

"Y/n," he said, taking my face in his hands. "I have to tell you something. Something that's been burning inside me for all these years."

I looked up at him, eyes shining with anticipation. "What is it, Sirius?”

I took a deep breath, my heart racing. "I love you," he said simply. "I've always loved you. And I know now more than ever that I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you be with me, Y/n? Will you marry me?"

My eyes widened in shock, and then a smile spread across my face. "Yes," I said, my voice trembling. "Yes, Sirius. I'll marry you. I can’t picture myself with anyone else.”

We kissed then, our lips meeting in a long, sweet embrace that felt like a promise for the future. I knew that there would be challenges ahead, that we would have to fight to clear his name and build a life together. But I also knew that as long as I had him by his side, we could face anything.

And I wake with your memory over me That's a real fuckin' legacy, legacy (It was maroon) And I wake with your memory over me That's a real fuckin' legacy to leave

(flashbacks end)

We had been married for several years now and still loved each other as fiercely as we did on the day we had gotten married. We had been at a party the night before, and I had indulged in a few too many drinks. When I woke up the next morning, I had a pounding headache and a sense of disorientation.

Sirius was already up, and he was sitting on the edge of the bed, watching me with a mixture of amusement and concern.

"Good morning, love," he said, handing me a glass of water and some painkillers. "How are you feeling?"

I groaned, holding my head in my hands. "Like I've been hit by the Hogwarts Express," I said, trying to sit up. "What happened last night?"

He smiled. "You don't remember?"

I shook my head, wincing at the pain in my temples. "No," I said. "I must have been more out of it than I thought."

He chuckled. "Well, let me fill you in," he said. "You spent most of the night dancing with me, telling me how much you love me, and kissing me like you couldn't get enough."

I felt a warm glow spread through my chest as I remembered the way I had felt last night, the way Sirius had looked in his gorgeous dress robes, and the way he had smiled at me with such affection. "I did all that, huh?" Ie said, smiling.

He nodded, his eyes shining with love. "You did," he said. "And then you got a little too drunk and started telling everyone that you have the most beautiful husband in the world and that you're the luckiest person alive to be married to him."

"I'm sorry if I embarrassed you," I said, reaching out to take his hand. "But I meant every word. You are the most amazing, wonderful, beautiful man I have ever known. I love you more than anything."

His eyes softened, and he leaned in to kiss me gently. "I love you too, darling," he said. "And I forgive you for any embarrassment you may have caused. As long as you remember how lucky you are to be with me."

I grinned. "I'll never forget it," I said. "Especially not after a night like last night. I'm so grateful to have you in my life, Siri. Hangover or not, I'm the happiest person alive."

It’s moments like these where I wonder how lucky I am to have this gorgeous human being with me. We’ve been through hell and back and I swear he makes me fall more in love with him each time I look at him. I just hope I can keep these moments with me forever & always.

The burgundy on my t-shirt when you splashed your wine into me And how the blood rushed into my cheeks, so scarlet It was maroon The mark they saw on my collarbone The rust that grew between telephones The lips I used to call home So scarlet, it was maroon

It was maroon It was maroon

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It is tho..

[avichor]

SHIPPING INFO — ANSWER THE FOLLOWING FOR YOUR MUSE(S).

WHAT'S YOUR OTP FOR YOUR MUSES(S)?

it's hard to say because i don't necessarily have otps from a writing standpoint, they kind of evolve depending on the pairing and who i'm writing with, and sometimes my otps become notps depending on the dynamic / plot. tl;dr i just don't default - ship. i write waaaaay too many muses to list them all but from a die - hard, canon brainrot perspective, most of my otps include: naksu / jang uk, katherine / stefan, chuuya / dazai, gojo / geto, katara / zuko, juliette / roma, orion / rosalind, zoya / nikolai, inej / kaz, zero two / hiro, raven / bellamy, catra / adora, malia / stiles, harrowhark / gideon.

WHAT ARE YOU WILLING TO RP WHEN IT COMES TO SHIPPING?

i think i'm down for most things so long as it isn't obviously something that's atrocious ( adult / minor ) or like, a poorly executed oppressor / oppressed. i genuinely like exploring toxic dynamics when it's detached from a romanticized lens, and it's for that reason why i ensure it's a topic i can trust my wps with. this may be an unpopular opinion, but i'm fine with writing cheating. i'm fine with writing unequal distributions of power ( to a certain extent ), i'm fine exploring variations of abuse. it's just that if it's toxic, i tend to keep it toxic. if it veers into actual abuse ( best example i can think of is alina / darkling, i don't write nor ship it but sklsdkldskldskl ), it's not so much a ship but just a subset of an complex one, and won't be resolved to a point of genuine romanticism.

HOW LARGE DOES THE AGE GAP HAVE TO BE TO MAKE IT UNCOMFORTABLE?

uhhhhhhh, if they're under 18, i think two years? the age gap widens the older the muses are in a bracket, but i'm generally not an age - gap fan. + / - five - 10 years feels accurate? maximum five if it's like, a muse that's under 25. immortal muses are different and vary based on circumstances.

ARE YOU SELECTIVE WHEN SHIPPING?

yeaaaahhhh. yeah. i usually figure out through writing or plotting if there's chemistry to even think about shipping, and i tend to ship with my circle of friends / exclusive shipping partners just because it's always been easier that way. doesn't mean i'm not open! just very chemistry - oriented. we could plot the best thing but if we're not vibing as writing partners when we chat, it won't work.

HOW FAR DO STEAMY MOMENTS HAVE TO GO BEFORE THEY'RE CONSIDERED NSFW?

anything past like a full make - out session or questionable touching. i don't smut on dash across any of my blogs, and if i do venture into that territory, it's always suggestive and with my utmost closest wp. but as it stands, i typically don't write anything further than making out or allusions.

WHO ARE OTHER MUSES YOU SHIP YOUR MUSE(S) WITH?

refer to the first question, but i really like cross - fandom shipping. i think it's fun and forces people to think outside of the box. i also looooove oc / canon. i'll use this opportunity to say i'm always intrigued with these dynamics: chuuya / yosano, atsushi / lucy, yosano / dazai, lottie / nat, gin / higuchi, malia / kira, nobara / megumi, nobara / yuuji, higuchi / akutagawa. there's more but i'm blanking.

DOES ONE HAVE TO ASK TO SHIP WITH YOU?

yes and no! sometimes it happens naturally, but you can alwayyyyysssss ask to ship. just need to approach with an open mind and understand that i will likely ask that we write first or sus out vibes! if we chat a lot or obviously get along, that makes it a little easier for me to envision a romantic ship!

ARE YOU MULTISHIP?

yes! unless stated otherwise, i'm multi - ship by default.

ARE YOU SHIP - OBSESSED OR SHIP MORE - OR - LESS?

ship more - or - less by default sdlkfjgsdlgkdskl. with my partner and close friends, i tend to be more ship - obsessed because we rot more consistently. but i don't really look to ship romantically at first! i've become more preferential to non - romantic dynamics over the years just because i feel like they get pushed aside or under - appreciated in favor of romantic shipping.

WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SHIP IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM(S) ?

for canons, it's naksu / jang uk, chuuya / dazai, gojo / geto, juliette / roma, orion / rosalind, yosano / dazai, gin / tachihara. for ocs, it's less favoritism but just what occupies my brain currently, fallon / noemi, ushi / mizaru, fumi / seiko, tommy / jay.

FINALLY, HOW DOES ONE SHIP WITH YOU?

you need to be insane <3

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[typingwithmyhandstied]

What grishaverse and secret shanghai characters do you think would hate each other on sight and which ones do you think could be friends?

I think that most of them would maybe not get along for each other but at least respect each other, but then I do have some more specific things as well:

I do think that Genya and Rosalind could be friends or at least bond over some things. They both have had things to do with poison and also some similar experiences.

I have said it before, and here I am saying it again: Matthias and Silas would get along.

Inej and Juliette would compare knives.

The idea of Nina, Jesper, Phoebe, Orion, and Marshall meeting is absolutely horrifying.

I would like to see Rosalind beat the shit out of the Darkling. I believe she could.

Nikolai and Orion meeting would also be mildly horrifying. I think Zoya and Rosalind would also get along.

Roma would take one look at Kaz and hate him and vice versa.

I'll probably reblog with more once I think some more.

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Her Countenance was Light - Chapter 40

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When she finishes filling in the blanks, Farren sits back, leaning against the mortuary table leg, looking like he's aged 10 years. "I won't lie," he says eventually. "This will complicate things." Elo shifts, her butt having gone numb from the cold tile floor. "You're taking this better than I expected." Farren scoffs. "What'm I s'posed to do, huh? Send you off to the nut house?" Elo pulls her knees under her chin. "Anyone else would have." "Yeah, well, I ain't anyone else, am I?" The clock ticks. "No. Thank you." Farren waves it away. "You'd do the same for me," he says, and Elo knows he's right. "I don't know what to do next," she says instead. "You leave your summaries as they are. No one else needs to know about… the other side of this. I'll catch the boys up with the sanitised version tomorrow and keep them on-task, digging up what we can to help support this theory." At Elo's raised eyebrows, he holds up a placating hand. "I'll tell them we've got reasonable cause to believe Brauma ran you off the road and about his ridiculous stunt at City Hall – it's not gonna paint him in an innocent light." "Yates has contacts with the Art and Antiques Unit. Take a copy of… of the vic's exposé and see if he can get them to share any intel they might have about the smuggling ring." "That's a good shout. In the meantime, I don't want you anywhere near City Hall for the next few days." Elo huffs. "You'll get no argument here. I think my secondment is probably over anyway." "And I think you should get a uniform to drive you home." The clock above Snips' desk says it's nearly 19:00. "I thought we were going to get dinner?" "You need sleep." "I'm fine. And I still gotta eat."

Farren grumbles but in the end, they clock off and go around the corner to the Scholar for their usual. It's not until they're exiting, that Elo notices the colour of the sky. "Shit! Oh shit, piss and blood!" Farren looks back with a raised eyebrow. "I was supposed to meet the two factions tonight at dusk and get some answers." Farren picks up his pace towards his car. "Where're we going?" "My tenement. Someone put Shortcut Bridge back together – I said I'd meet them there." As the engine roars to life, he looks over. "Where someone tried to drown you? Bug." "I thought it would be more convenient." Farren huffs and rolls his eyes as he pulls away from the curb.

Farren pulls up alongside the brownstone row which holds Elo's tenement building. "You should wait in the car," Elo says, even as they're out and walking towards the alley which leads through the brownstones to the towpath and canal at their back. "And let you engage with potential hostiles alone?" "I don't want to spook them." "I'll hang back. But I'm not letting you do this alone – they already tried to kill you once." "I managed before, I can manage again." "You really have been out in the wilds too long," Farren says as they near the alleyway's exit, the darkling waters of the canal just beyond. "Remember the Rule of Two? Withnail would hoist me by the hamstrings if he ever found out I knowingly broke it." "Withnail isn't a captain anymore." "You think that'd stop him?" Elo falls quiet. Along the strip comes the distant shouts of someone having a domestic. A TV blares to drown it out. There's the heavy thud of a ball against a wall; kids having a kick-about. From the canal comes no sound at all. In the dim light and lengthening shadows, it's impossible to tell if anyone's waiting down there. "Stay here, at least?" Elo says. "Right you are." Farren leans against the wall, jacket brushed back from his weapon's holster. "Holler if you need me."

Elo trots down the concrete steps and stands on the towpath. It's preternaturally still and quiet. The water is flat and glossy, like the nail paint Candy uses, and smells of weeds and cold. "Snotgrut?" she calls when no one appears at her entrance. "Aster?" Grit on the path grinds under her feet. A window opens, spilling pop music into the air. The wind is a breath on her cheek. Then the shadows ripple. "Whatcha, Boss." Elo squints. "Legnok? "'S right." He sounds pleased that she remembers. "Where are the Eshen?" "Scarpered. 'S too dark for 'em, innit?" "Oh." Elo sits down on the steps and presses a hand to her forehead. "Bugger." "They weren't too happy when they left. Were wus you, anyway?" "At work. Lost track of time." "Snotgrut's a bit pissed an' all." "Yeah. I can imagine. Gods damn…"

Elo stares down through her hand-blinkered vision at a dandelion pushing through the concrete, suddenly envious of the teens she can hear singing along to the radio, full of carefree spirit. She remembers her teen years – Aunt Alexis driving her, blindfolded, around the city, windows down and quizzing her about where they were based on smell and proprioception. A rare flare of resentment bursts in her chest. It's tamped back with a deep breath; after all, Elo asked for this life. Alexis could have said no. Instead, she'd used every resource at her disposal to ensure Elo was the most prepared for it that she could be.

Elo hauls in another breath, then stands, reaching for her wallet. "Here." She hands over some bills to Legnok. "I promised you a beer if I ever saw you again. Bark, blood, bond, et cetera. Go round to the Scholar, old Davie's not gonna ask for ID." Legnok squints down at the greenbacks in his hands, his face a mixture of awe and suspicion. "There's enough there for two," Elo continues, "because – and I'm sorry to ask this – but d'you think you can get the Eshen leaders back here, same time tomorrow night?" The bills vanish into Legnok's shirt, and he scrapes out a bow. "Blood as my bond," he says. The shadows lengthen, Elo blinks, and he's gone.

"Well, what happened then?" Farren asks when she returns to the alley. "I was too late. The Eshen had gone." "Who were you talking to? Snotgrut?" "No, another Dvasia. I guess he was hanging around to let me know that everyone'd gone. I've asked him to try and get them back tomorrow night." It's full-dark now, and Elo shivers in the cool of the Spring night. Farren grunts, and the ember of his cigarette flares. "Time we got you home, eh?" Elo wants to argue – it's still early, they could chat – but inexplicably feels a wave of weariness, as if the night is dragging on her bones. Instead, she murmurs what could be an agreement and waves him ahead.

The radio is chirping as they draw alongside Farren's car. He slides into the front seat, door open, for Elo to lean up against, peering in. "Dispatch, Alpha Charlie Five responding," Farren says into the handset. "Detective Breakwood? Do you have Detective O'Toreguarde alongside?" "Affirmative, Dispatch." There is a note of relief in Sally's voice as she says, "Roger, Alpha Charlie Five. Requesting your position for General Strucker." Elo's face contorts on its own, but Farren reads everything he needs to in her grimace. "Dispatch, we are just leaving the Skiving Scholar," he lies smoothly. "O'Toreguarde is very much off-duty at this juncture, and will be sleeping it off at my apartment." The traffic rushes past. "Roger. Have a nice night, Detectives." "Affirmative, Dispatch," Farren says with a grin.

Elo remembers to breathe, as Farren replaces the handset. "Thank you," she says, straightening. "I guess you'd better head on home." "Not without you. Come on." Elo tucks her chin down and frowns. Farren scratches an eyebrow. "Elowyn, do I really gotta remind you that someone's out there trying to kill you? Allegedly one of the most powerful people in the city. Allegedly a supernatural entity. You really think it's a good idea for you to be alone, at all?" Elo opens her mouth to protest. "You've got spare skivvies at mine. And if you say anyfin along the lines of 'it's fine, I can manage, I'm used to it', then so help me, I will handcuff you to the doorframe and we'll both sleep in the car." Elo swallows. "Scooch over then," she says and slides into the car.

[totaleclipse573]

Now that I have the full set I’m done 😭😭

[lupinsversion]

𝐒𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 - 𝐈 𝐃𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐈𝐭

• summary: when reader questions if sirius changed his shampoo.

• a/n: i originally wrote this super late at night, half asleep, and i didn’t think it was my best work and wasn’t going to post it. but now that i’m sitting here, how can i note post something that involves this gorgeous ass man???

• contains: sirius black x reader, stated relationship, fluff

• word count: 934

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Some would go as far to call them the it couple of the school. A couple everyone admired. Their love for one another was unmatched, something so rare, so beautiful. Well, at least that’s what it looked like on the outside…

No. They weren’t a bad couple by any means, very far from it actually. They just teased and made fun of one another for as long as both of them could remember. It was their way of keeping their relationship fun and alive.

They were tangled with one another on the bed of his deserted dormitory, all of his friends away doing their own things. It was a calming moment for the both of them as they just listened to each other breathing. The peaceful silence only lasted for so long until he heard sniffing next to his ear, causing him to speak up. “Are you sniffing me?”

“Something is different…” She commented before nuzzling her neck slightly into the crook of his neck to take in another whiff of his scent. Shortly after, she pulled back and shook her head, evident that she hadn’t found the source. “I don’t like it.”

He couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh, her warm breath tickling his skin. But when she pulled back with a puzzled expression, his chuckle turned into a small frown. “Different? Why? Do I smell weird or something?”

She picked up a few strands of his shoulder length hair and sniffed it, which only caused her brows to furrow together more.

He was definitely starting to feel self conscious as he watched her intently sniff his hair while her eyebrows scrunched together in a slight scowl. “Okay, I’m getting concerned. What is it? Do I smell, or do you just like taking in the scent of my hair like some weirdo?”

“Did you change your shampoo?” She asked curiously.

He blinked for a moment before a small chuckle escaped him. So she wasn’t disgusted by his scent — that was a relief. He lifted his hand, brushing some of her locks away from her face and placing them behind her ear.

He shook his head in response to her question. “No, actually. Why? Do you hate the way I smell now or something?”

“It smells like James.” She spoke unamused. “Your hair, it smells like James.”

His brows raised slightly as she nonchalantly mentioned that he smelt like his best friend. It was a curious observation, knowing that his friend had a completely different shampoo than him. He chuckled, a little concerned but also feeling amused by her remark. “I smell like him, huh? Are you telling me that James smells better than I do, love?”

“No, no. I’m asking you if you’re sure you didn’t use James’ shampoo on accident.”

“I’m a hundred percent sure.” He reassured her. “I didn’t even go near his stuff in the bathroom.” He sat up, propping himself up with his elbow on the pillow as he continued stroking her soft locks.

He paused for a moment, a small frown forming on his lips as he thought about the possibility of James sneaking and switching their shampoos for a laugh.

She frowned softly. She was so used to his scent, so comforted by it but now it just wasn’t right. Something was off and her sensitive nose was picking it up.

He sighed softly as he watched her expression, his heart clenching a bit as she noticed how displeased she seemed. He reached out, gently cupping her face in his hand and softly turning her head towards him. “Hey, don’t make that face. Tell me what I can do to make you feel better. Do you want me to go shower again? Or do you want me to take James’ shampoo and throw it out the window?”

She laughed softly. “I’m about to take you in the shower and get you smelling right.” She commented.

Her words seemed to have a different effect on him than she might have anticipated. His brow raised, an amused smirk spreading across his lips as he replayed her suggestion in his head.

He chuckled softly, leaning down and whispering playfully into her ear. “Is that a threat or a promise, love? Because you know, we could take care of that here and now. I could do with another shower.”

Her face flushed as she realized the way he took her words, her eyes widening ever so slightly.

His smirk only grew wider as he watched her face flush with a rosy hue, a small chuckle escaping him. He loved teasing her and getting her flustered, and sometimes he would just get a kick out of her reactions.

He brought his face even closer, his voice dropping to a more softer and teasing tone as he whispered. “What’s with the change in attitude, huh? Don’t you like taking me in the shower, love? Are you embarrassed?”

She cleared her throat awkwardly. “No comment.”

He wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her closer as his gaze flickered down to her lips then back to her eyes. His grey eyes orbs glinting just a little mischievously.

“I take all of my words back.” She giggled as she kissed the tip of his nose. “You smell great.”

He let out a soft chuckle. He appreciated her sweet words, but he couldn’t help but be amused that she changed her mind so suddenly. He pressed a light kiss to her forehead. “I do? Funny, because you weren’t saying that a minute ago.”

And then he attacked her in a mess of tickles.

© lupinsversion 2024

[grapecaseschoices]

meet my @/infamous-if mcs

Ori Zhou, lead singer of Gains 

fc: Chella Man

Potential RO(s): Inadvertently romancing ValenReign (what happens when you and your wife fall in love with the puppy himbro with good intentions)

age*: 26; height: 5′10″

Genre: Electronic, indie pop, power pop 

Band/Music Flavor: Gympop; Himbro punk rock (”100 Bad Days” by AJR, “Stacey’s Mom” by Fountain of Wayne, “My Own Worst Enemy” by Blink 182, “Teeth” by 5SOS, “Shut up and Dance” by WALK THE  MOON)

Style:  It isn’t that different on stage and off stage. Colorful t-shirts, hoodies, cargo shorts. Overalls. Sleeveless shirts. He likely wears nicer graphic shirts over his a-shirt when performing / meeting fans. 

Bisexual

transgender, genderqueer (he/him)

has cochlear implants, communicates in english and asl. 

Alana Carita, lead singer of Promised Promises

fc: Zion Moreno

Potential RO(s): 7 Lawless. (what happens when you realise that the ex-best friend whose guts you hate may have(?) always been in love with you)

age: 27; height: 5′11

Genre: Country (TexMex/Tejano influneces), Folk (pop & indie influences) 

Music/Band Flavor: Yearning; The Soft Rock That Played During Your Mom’s (and yours) Favorite Romanic Moments In Films (”Ashes” by Lindi Ortega, “Crying” by Veronique Medrano, “I Was Born To Love You” by Ray LaMontagne and Sierra Ferrell, “Wheres’ My Love” (Acoustic) by Symyl, “The Story” by Brandi Carlile)

Style: A dollop of romantic academia, a sprinkle of quirky, a cup of romantic cottagecore, a handful of pink and general pastels, with 1940/50s silhoutte and 1990s flair. There’s a lean to the bows, flowers, and frills on stage giving a sort of faerie tale aesthetic. 

Sevensexual.  

transgender, nonbinary (she/her)

Layla “Lala” Sandoval, lead singer of DramaWhore.

fc: Francia Raisa

Potential RO(s): August Pierce (what happens when you try to mind your business and the music but fal for the dryly sarcastic lowkey adrenaline junkie?)

age*: 28, height: 5′4″

Genre: PENDING

Music/Band Flavor: PENDING

Style: Similar to Ori’s. She is a big fan of overside hoodies, especially hoddies with slogans on them. Enjoys graphic tees, (at times baggy) jeans, short shorts. Has leather jackets, loves them. And that’s more the persona and vibe on stage; the ‘fits are tighter. It gives less homebody or out for a hike and more Latine bred in NY and serving street fashion (baddie with a hint of skater)

Queer

nonbinary (they/them)

 Bethany Josnel “BJ” Coleman, lead singer of (TBD)

fc:  Giveon Dezmann Evans

Potential RO(s): Orion Quinn (what happens when you notice the pining despite your very  best efforts.)

age: 27, height: 5′9″ 

Genre: Alternative R&B, Soul, Soft Pop

Music/Band Flavor: Sexy Stylish Swipe Right Jams; Modern Knightly Devotion (”bend yr” ear by Son Little, “Fall In Love With You”  by Montell Fish, “Lovely” by Billie Eilish  ft.  Khalid,  “Best Part” by Daniel Caesar ft. HER, “Moonlight” by Kali Uchis) 

Style: Grandpa-core (brown oxfords, light slacks/dark khakis, button up, and sweater, a watch that has roman numerals). On stage PENDING (but something like this; when Prince and a marching band member had a baby and it’s the Darkling)

Queer (preference  men)

cisgender (he/him) 

[we-were-born-to-be-free]

Heather by Conan Gray is Wolfstar but from Remus's point of view. Like when Sirius tries to hide his affection for Rem and he distracts himself with other girls.

[somefanficsaretoosmall]

Chapters: 23/47 Fandom: Sonic the Hedgehog - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Shadow the Hedgehog/Sapphire the Butterhog, Sally Acorn/Sonic the Hedgehog, Amy Rose/Rouge the Bat, Blaze the Cat/Silver the Hedgehog, Vanilla the Rabbit/Vector the Crocodile, Espio the Chameleon/Mighty the Armadillo, Charmy Bee/Saffron Bee, Julie-Su/Knuckles the Echidna, Tangle the Lemur/Whisper the Wolf, Honey the Cat/Tiara, Antoine D'Coolette/Bunnie Rabbot, Avatar | Custom Hero (Sonic Forces)/Infinite (Sonic the Hedgehog), Shadow the Hedgehog & Silver the Hedgehog & Sonic the Hedgehog, Silver the Hedgehog & Sonic the Hedgehog & Gold the Tenrec, Knuckles the Echidna & Rouge the Bat, Charmy Bee & Espio the Chameleon & Vector the Crocodile, Mighty the Armadillo & Ray the Flying Squirrel Characters: Sapphire the Butterhog, Emerald the Butterhog, Ruby the Phoenixhog, Amethyst the Snowy Owlhog, Topaz the Falconhog, Eclipse the Darkling, Mephiles the Dark, Iblis (Sonic the Hedgehog), Peridot the Holo-Wolf, Infinite (Sonic the Hedgehog), Gadget the Wolf, Minty the Cat - Character, Orion the Lion, Fleur De Lis the Lion, Celestial the Hedgecat, Tea the Dhole, Rylo the Coyote, Doctor Starline (Sonic the Hedgehog), Shadow the Hedgehog, Sonic the Hedgehog, Silver the Hedgehog, Gold the Tenrec, Rouge the Bat, Knuckles the Echidna, Sally Acorn, Amy Rose (Sonic the Hedgehog), Cream the Rabbit, Miles "Tails" Prower, Nicole the Holo-Lynx, Blaze the Cat, Julie-Su (Sonic the Hedgehog), Shireikan | G.U.N. Commander Additional Tags: Vampires, alphas - Freeform, Betas, Omegas, Songs, Pregnancy, G.U.N, Family Issues, Family Bonding, Mother-Daughter Relationship, Sibling Bonding, Adopted Sibling Relationship, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Vampire Royalty, Characters Turned Into Vampires, there will be no sex Summary:

Sapphire catches the attention of the Vampire King. While family stays strong for her, friends turn their backs on her. And what will become of the world when Sapphire's true identity is brought to light?

This was inspired by Shades365’s 'Sonic's Alpha' on Wattpad. You can find this story on Wattpad and all their other stories. I love this story and I thought of a version I really want to do. That story was the structure of this story and yes I have their permission.

In this story, you will meet many of my OCs but many of these characters are not mine, the creators of Sonic the Hedgehog own them. The person who will be taking Sonic’s role is a Butterfly/Hedgehog hybrid named Sapphire. Sapphire is the former princess of the Mini Worlds. She is the oldest daughter of Vanessa the Butterfly, the creator of zones. Because of this Sapphire can use any zone’s special power source, examples: chaos emeralds, sol emeralds, etc. When she was 5 her home was blown up and she, her sisters, and the other royal children were sent to the main zone; the zone where this story takes place.

I do have a second book which is called Gem Alphas Character Book.

Each page of this book has a list of the characters in each chapter, plus a description of their look, species, and tiles or relative to another. There are also pictures of outfits from each chapter too.

The first page is of who's replacing who from Shades365’s 'Sonic's Alpha' while the second page is pictures of some of the characters.

All of these pictures I found on Pinterest but I will be giving credit to the creator and if the creator does not like that I have used their pictures or OCs please say something in the comments and I will take the link down.

I will update it as a go and I will make sure to leave a note to let you know when I have updated it.

Is still on going but have taken a break so far, don't know when I will be back