#she also has a scar on her left foot. and a big heart on her belly and one on her butt

[galactaknightyaoi]

It's my OCs' first birthday today, yippie!! They're enjoying their birthday with some tiny company and a horribly baked cake. But it's the thought that counts!

These are Pai, Aurelio, and Lizzie. They are a couple and run a diner together in the low suburbs of Halcandra. Their shop also serves as a safe space and shelter for other Star Borns just like them.

They also tend to take in the more little ones of their kind, soon after they've first formed. They look after them and teach them stuff, before letting them go to live independently. But they're always welcome back in their house! Be it for shelter, or a nice cup of coffee.

More about them under the cut. Be warned it gets kinda long.

Pai's ability is Cook. When he was little, he used to use his ability to make food to share with his whole neighborhood as a way of uniting everyone.

Since then he's been steadily building towards a goal, to open his very own Diner. He wanted to create a space for his community to thrive in, though he was severely disadvantaged in such a large city.

He's not one to give up and he always looks on the positive side of things. He tends to spoil the kids they look after with treats, and has a hard time saying no, so he often takes on more than he can handle.

He is the one that looks after the well-being of the kids, and generally, things that require a bit more... Tact. He looks after them when they're sick or injured, which is how he ends up meeting future GSA founders Arthur, Erebus, and Anansi.

Aurelio grew up in a scrapyard with 6 others of their kind, being kept there as guard dogs for the paranoid old man who owned the place. They were encouraged to fight each other for fun, which is how they got the scar across their face.

When they got too big and troublesome, most of them were kicked out of their home and left to fend for themselves.

Aurelio's Spear ability eventually landed them a job as a Knight for Halcandra's elites, where they worked alongside a few of their friends. Their job was to guard the meeting room and defend their assignment from threats.

A few years into this job, they and other soldiers were given a mission. A pair of dragons were nesting at the bottom of the Haldera Volcano, they had to get them out. Dragons are calm if not provoked, so relocation shouldn't be difficult...

As it turns out, the dragons were a mated pair. A male and a female, and they were viciously protecting their egg clutch.

In the battle against the dragons, Aurelio was injured and burned by fire, but their natural fire immunity allowed them to be one of the few survivors. Nevertheless, the Knights were successful in their mission and managed to drive the dragons out.

The 4 eggs that weren't crushed during the battle were passed off to the Ancients for research. They became the Guardian Angel Landia later on.

She was forced to retire from Knighthood at age 31. Due to the lasting effects of their injuries, Aurelio is the one who spends most of the time with the children. For better and for worse.

Because of their childhood, they have very skewed ideas of how to treat children. She'll often put them in dangerous situations unintentionally since she has no frame of reference to tell her that taking kids out to the Gator Pond isn't a very good idea.

Aurelio teaches the rougher life lessons. They've been through quite a bit, so they want the kids to learn how to defend themselves, and to be careful and not have others take advantage of them.

She does most of the disciplining and the one that gives timeouts and other such punishments. She is of the opinion that sometimes rough love is necessary to set someone straight. She's calm and loving, but a bit stuck in the old way of doing things.

Lizzie, real name Angeliz, is a 2-time college dropout who grew up upper class despite her species' disadvantage. She never had many friends growing up, since other kids didn't really like her, and resigned herself to being what her parents wanted her to be.

She tried to study medicine but quit after 2 years. Not wanting to further disappoint her parents, she went into law. Which she also hated but tried to commit to finishing despite how miserable it made her.

Meeting Pai and Aurelio helped her get through the year, but after Aurelio was injured, she quit law and started living with them. She helped Pai balance his business with taking care of Aurelio and eventually used some of the money she still had left to give Pai's Diner the little push forward it needed.

Despite the many etiquette classes she took as a child, Lizzie completely lacks social skills. She's a total disaster, especially when talking to someone she likes. Once she gets comfortable, her true personality starts to shine through.

She's a huge slob and kind of vulgar despite her cute appearance. She's easily angered and does not like to be teased, which makes putting up with bratty kids more difficult for her.

She tends to treat kids as little adults instead, which causes her to not be very mindful of their sensitivities. Even when in a good mood, trying to do her best, she always ends up saying the wrong thing and makes everything worse.

She handles the business aspect of their Diner, crunching numbers and reading over legal documents. She's really smart and knowledgeable, so she's the one who tends to teach kids reading, writing, and math.

Her ability is Bubble. She never used to like it, it was silly and useless to her, so she kept it hidden for years. After meeting her partners and becoming happy, she's started blowing bubbles more frequently. The kids love them.

[a-killer-obsession]

🔞 Minors DNI 🔞

A search for a rumored Vegapunk weapon leads the Kid Pirates to an unexpected new crewmate, with a bloodlust that rivals their own and an incredible power.

CW: Please check AO3 for all current warnings, but general warning for smut, slow burn, serious gore, and really dark themes. AFAB reader, she/her pronouns.

Masterlist || AO3 || Chapter 1

Chapter 55 - The Valkyrie

Everything has to end, nobody lives forever.

Word Count: ~6.4k

CW: suicide and noncanon deaths of major characters (separate things, sorry in advance)

A few days later and Heat was ready to travel. It was remarkable to you how the men you knew were all such fast healers - most of Heat's wounds were now well closed and on their way to becoming new scars. He walked like nothing had happened, like he hadn't almost died less than a week ago. Killer too had similarly healed fast, he'd received a life threatening gash from Straw Hat Roronoa Zoro mere hours before Kid had been taken with him to Udon, and yet the next day he was on top of you. You'd met men in the marines like that too, and someone had told you once that it had to do will willpower. You'd stopped questioning it at some point, you were just thankful Heat was on his feet and eager to fight again.

Your group moved swiftly on foot towards the nearest port, where Kid was bringing the ship to meet you; a far shorter journey than the one it took to get to the Heart Pirate base. Once again, Wire carried you so you could focus on keeping the group masked. It seemed like there was a rise in Beast Pirate scout numbers, and a buzz in the air that told you something was happening in Wano. Something big. Heat carried Dawn on his chest in his usual fabric wrap carrier, and every time you looked over to him he seemed smitten; it was clear he'd missed her a lot. Whenever the area was clear enough for it to be safe, he would sing to her softly in his gruff voice. She slept most of the way, soothed by Heat's warmth and the natural rocking of his walking. Watching them made it feel a lot like things were going to be okay, despite the dangerous battle looming on the horizon.

Heat also carried your other things - your duffle and your reclaimed katana that you'd left with the Hearts. Mohawk carried Double's rifle. He'd taken the news of his death hard, and the usually quiet man walked in sombre silence, he hadn't spoken much at all since getting the news. You felt bad for not telling him earlier, he'd had to wait until someone handed him Double's gun to find out, but you'd sort of had other more pressing things on your mind. Mohawk and Double had been close, best friends, and Mohawk was grieving. Telling him Double had saved you by showing you where the rifle was had been no compensation for his loss; Mohawk just wanted his friend back. The two of them had known each other almost as long as Heat and Wire, and had both come on board the ship around the same time as each other. Mohawk losing Double was the equivalent of Wire theoretically losing Heat, and you all had deep sympathy for him. The thought of Heat and Wire losing each other made you hug Wire closer as he carried you on his back, you couldn't imagine one without the other, which is why Wire's confession came as no surprise. Back when Heat had threatened to leave the crew with you, you were sure Wire would have come too. It didn't feel right to seperate them.

With your exceptional eyesight and your raised view on Wire's back, you were the first to spot the ship in the port in the distance. The port was busy, full of what seemed like ships belonging to samurai, part of the grand plan to raid Onigashima you guessed. As soon as you told the others you could see the Victoria Punk, the pace increased tenfold as you all hurried home. There was a heartwarming reunion as the commanders met back up on the dock, with Killer eagerly taking Dawn from Heat so Kid could properly embrace the bluenette. It wasn't often that Kid hugged someone other than Killer, but Heat had been close to death the last time Kid saw him, and everyone was relieved that he survived.

Meanwhile, Dawn immediately stuck her fingers through the holes of Killer's mask and refused to let go, which everyone thought was very cute as she giggled at him. Killer was worried Dawn wouldn't remember him, he felt like he'd lost himself in Wano with his time as Kamazo, but it was clear that wasn't the case. His laughs seemed genuine as he entertained Dawn, now that he had his mask again you couldn't feel the neurons moving in his brain anymore, so you couldn't tell for sure, but his body language told you how happy he was. Killer had also been scared that his laugh would scare Dawn, but it seemed contagious for her and only made her giggle more.

With everyone back on the ship, the commanders gathered to figure out what was going to happen. Mohawk didn't join, he was distant in general and had no energy to be a part of any meeting - nobody questioned his need to be alone right now. He went to the room he used to share with Double and locked the door behind him, with not another word said to anyone else on the crew.

Kid was obviously keen on taking down Kaido, and while he wanted to do it himself, learning that Big Mom was on the island was a spanner in the plans: even Kid wasn't dumb enough to take on two emperors on his own. You filled him in on the alliance plans, as well as your promise to Law to help in exchange for the help you'd received. Kid didn't like it, but he was an honest man who pays his debts, and looking at Dawn in Killer's lap it was clear she had been well taken care of while you were busy saving everyone else. The crew couldn't have gotten free without the Heart's help, he hated to admit it, but it was true. Thanks to Scratchmen and Hawkins, Kid wasn't keen on another alliance, but Trafalgar had proven at least for now that he could be trusted. Kid would never admit that he was in the alliance though, his pride wouldn't allow it. The Straw Hats too had proven their worth, between Luffy in Udon and the rest of the crew helping you and Dawn. As far as Kid was concerned though, they were all still enemies. Just enemies with a mutual goal.

The rest of the crew had taken the time sailing to ready the ship and themselves for the battle, with the new crew mates all settled into their bunks. Nobody questioned whether they would go through any sort of initiation, the shared horrors they went through in prison together at Kaido's orders was enough to prove their worth. Knowing it wouldn't be safe for Dawn during the battle, a few of the newbies had been left with Dawn in hiding back on Wano, with strict instructions to return to O-Saki in Ebisu if the crew for some reason didn't return from Onigashima. You hoped at least one of the three crews would survive, both the Heart Pirates and Straw Hats were fond of Dawn so if at least someone survived, she would be okay. Not that you were planning on dying, fuck that.

A single gunshot ringing out over the ship ended the meeting quickly. The first assumption was that the ship was under attack, and Killer handed Dawn to Heat for protection. Heat's abilities were the least useful at the height of a naval battle, more useful for sinking ships towards the end of the fight, so Heat quickly hurried through the door that led to Dawn's small formly-closet room to keep her hidden. You used your powers as well to mask the two of them after giving both Heat and Dawn a chaste kiss and following the others out to the source of the gunshot.

Bubblegum came running from the back of the ship where the crew cabins were, a panicked look on his face. There were no enemies to be seen, no rival ships or air based Beast Pirates, only a panicked Bubblegum. You couldn't hear what he said to Kid, having been a little behind him and Killer to kiss Heat and Dawn, but the captain exchanged a concerned look with the first mate and the two of them started running. You hurried to follow them under deck, where Kid rushed to the door of Mohawk's room, using his devil fruit to unlock the door and rushing in.

The captain let out a roar of anguish from inside the room as he entered. Killer stood in the doorway, and stopped you with a short shake of his head and a raised hand before you could come any closer and see inside. That told you everything you needed to know. You'd know Mohawk was distraught at Double's death, but you didn't think he would go that far. You clamped your hands over your mouth to muffle the sob that tried to escape. First Double, now Mohawk. How many friends would Kaido take from you? How many of the people you loved had to suffer because of him?

Killer called for the crew that had gathered behind you to help Kid as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling your mask off so you could squish against his chest properly. You tugged at his shirt as your tears made dark spots on the royal blue. “Why?” you sobbed, “he survived! He could have gotten his revenge if he'd just waited!”

“Mohawk didn't want revenge,” Killer sighed, “he'd never been as angry as the rest of us, violence was never his thing. He just wanted his friend.”

“We're his friends!” You cried, “we're still here!”

“I know baby, I know,” Killer soothed, “Mohawk and Double were close, I don't think he thought he could live without him. There's nothing we can do now except get our own revenge and keep fighting in their memory. Mohawk made his choice, I imagine he thought he had no other option.”

Killer had Quincy and Hip take you away from the area and go back to Heat and Dawn before Mohawk was removed from the bedroom. You'd seen enough death in the last month, he didn't want you seeing this too when you'd known Mohawk well. He'd worked hard to train you as a nurse, you'd spent a great deal of time with him, and his death left you feeling broken. Heat didn't seem too surprised by the news, there was a time before you and Dawn where he would have done the same if he'd lost Wire. The two of you tucked Dawn into bed, then Heat held you while you sobbed. You'd held a lot of feelings back over the last month and now they were all bubbling over and pouring out.

One of the new crewmates, House, was a trained doctor, and you heard later that she did what she could to close Mohawk's wound and wrap his body in a respectful way. His body was kept in a cold storage in the hull of the ship; Kid wanted to give him a proper funeral, but it would have to wait until after Kaido. Eventually Killer joined you and Heat in your pile of sadness, followed by Wire and eventually Kid. With one night left before the Fire Festival and the raid, the five of you fell asleep together, limbs twisted together and bodies impossible to tell apart, just all trying to appreciate that you were all still alive and in one place. After all, there was no guarantee all five of you would make it out of Onigashima.

Kid made sure your crew showed up late in dramatic fashion, which was quickly followed by a dick measuring competition between the three alliance captains. The fight was looking tricky, it seemed like the samurai's ships had all been sunk or decided not to show up, until suddenly they appeared as a grand fleet out of nowhere, quickly taking down many Beast Pirate ships. Rain soaked the decks of the many ships as the battle went on, ship after ship sinking into the stormy waves. One of Momonosuke's retainers turned out to be a spy, and he sent a shower of ink-based arrows towards the alliance ships, which you shielded your crew from with a wall of high air pressure. That guy had given you the creeps anyway when you met him.

With only one Beast Pirate ship left, the captains each made their move to destroy it to claim the bragging rights, before it was suddenly speared by a column of water, glowing droplets shooting off from it. In the ruins a large fishman appeared. You recognized him from your days in the marines as the ex-warlord ‘First Son of the Sea’ Jinbe. He gave a grand speech, and announced his intention to join the Straw Hats, surprising everyone else. The Straw Hats all cheered in celebration for their new crewmate, and eventually the three crews, along with the samurai, brought their ships together to plan the raid in more detail, given the now confirmed numbers and the addition of the Kid Pirates. Kid wasn't interested in their plans, but Killer sent you over anyway to make sure your crew was kept in the loop.

Following the plan, you instructed Wire, who had taken over navigation in Double's absence, to follow the Straw Hats to dock at Onigashima. Surprisingly, the entire island looked like one large, horned skull, with Kaido's base enclosed within and a giant sword plunged into the surrounding hills. Only Kid had been here, but he'd spent most of that time in Kaido's personal prison cells like a lap dog, barely conscious for most of it. Your crew followed the others in, spooked for a moment at the amount of Beast Pirates in the dock before realising Kin’emon was using his devil fruit to disguise the alliance. As it was the night of the Fire Festival, Kaido's crew were distracted by partying, so the plan was to sneak in during the festivities. Between the flowing alcohol and disguises, they wouldn't even notice the alliance. At least for a while.

You led your friends through a large glowing circle with a small Wano style curtain that Kin'emon had formed with his garb-garb powers. Instantly your outfit was transformed, barely clothed now with an outfit that would fit right in with the Beast Pirates, who unfortunately for you seemed like a BDSM club with a penchant for practically naked women. Your visor was mostly the same - though now sporting two black horns - your hair was fashioned into a high ponytail, and you wore what would best be described as a bikini, a short cloak trimmed with purple fur, and calf high, heeled, deep purple boots. The bikini featured additional straps, forming a pentagram over your chest, with the bottoms having extra straps that ran over your hips. You frowned at the exposed outfit, not liking how the lower half of your slave mark, the scars on your back, and your surgery scar on your belly were showing, until you turned and saw the four commanders staring at you like they were about to start drooling. Maybe it wasn't so bad after all. You also had a set of black gloves, which you immediately pulled off since they made it harder to grip your katana and dagger. Your holsters and weapons remained as they were, just reskinned to darker purples to match your boots.

The men got their own drool-worthy outfits as they walked through the glowing circle - it was too bad there was no time for any extracurricular activities. Whether it was because they knew you were feeling a little exposed, or to protect you from wandering eyes, Heat and Wire stood at your front and back, blocking anyone's view of you. You laughed a little at the obvious shielding, it was adorable really.

“Boys, boys, there's enough of me for everyone,” you teased, playing with the straps that ran over Heat's chest as he crowded in front of you.

“Does it have to be so… skimpy?” Heat grumbled.

“Feeling territorial, are we?” You cooed, “it's only for a little while, and I'm sure there's plenty of girls inside that are dressed like this. I'll be fine, baby.”

Heat made an annoyed grumble under his breath, a small puff of black smoke leaving his mouth, but it was easy to get him to fold with pet names. Ultimately, he knew it was a necessary part of the plan. “Maybe if you're good I'll get a real copy of this outfit,” you continued. Now that cheered Heat up, his pupils going darker as Wire chuckled behind you. Heat was remarkably easy to tame, you and Wire knew it well. “I like your outfits too, very sexy,” you purred. The two of them puffed their chests in pride at your compliment.

You snorted a laugh as Killer came through the garb-garb circle with little horns stuck to his helmet, he looked ridiculous. The laugh was quickly replaced by a small unintentional moan at his rarely seen chest on display. Now it was Heat's turn to laugh, you were as predictable as always. Kid was the last to go through, and while you were pretty excited about his big tits being out, he was less impressed. You laughed as Luffy complimented him and Kid blushed like a schoolgirl. Kid complained, as expected, but Killer pointed out that these disguises were useful - it would allow you to all bypass any smallfry on your way to take down Kaido. Kid accepted that, he had one priority and it was to get to Kaido before Law or Luffy.

Luffy was quick to storm into the party, just as Law thought he would, and, again just as Law predicted, Kid went storming in behind him, refusing to be shown up. You and your boys followed behind, arriving in the crowd of loud, drunk Beast Pirates just in time to watch a tower being sliced in half and come crashing down, Roronoa Zoro at the top of it, scolding Luffy about red bean soup.

You, Heat and Wire exchanged confused looks. “Red bean soup?” Wire questioned, “How come they got mad over such a thing?”

“Is it something that triggers them?” Heat replied, scratching his head, “I don't get it.”

“You know, Big Mom was screaming something about red bean soup in Udon too,” you added, not that it answered any questions. What was with these people and their red bean soup?

“That group is hopeless,” Killer huffed, “I can't work with them.”

“It was impossible for those fools to keep a low profile in the first place,” Kid grumbled, continuing to move through the crowd with the rest of you on his tail.

“What should we do?” Wire asked.

“Forget it, we gotta keep moving,” Kid replied, “we're so close to them.”

“At this rate they'll still be fighting about red bean soup by the time we're done with Kaido,” you scoffed.

Awful scratches on a DJ set made you wince, and Kid stopped in his tracks and turned to look at the source of the sound.

“What's wrong, Kid?” Killer asked, having almost bumped into Kid's back at the sudden stop.

“It's my time! I'm gonna risk my life! Gotta send out good vibes!” the DJ rapped over the microphone. His voice was familiar and made you angry for some reason.

“This voice,” Kid replied with a smug laugh.

“Fuckin’ Scratchmen,” you growled.

The fighting on the dance floor was ramping up as Beast Pirates surrounded Luffy and Zoro, and Luffy sent a giant haki coated fist through the crowd. The ruse was definitely over at that point. Brilliant work Luffy, you lasted a whole three minutes before fucking up your cover. The orb of a man you'd seen fighting Big Mom in Udon took his place on a raised platform, bright lights shining on him as he grabbed a microphone.

“Today's the happy golden festival!” He sang out, “Catch them as a gift for me. I'm gonna eliminate someone from the Tobi Roppo and give the rat-catcher the vacant post!”

The crowd cheered at the announcement as your group followed Kid through a dark hallway along the sidelines of the dance floor, towards where Apoo was producing god awful tunes from his DJ booth.

“Hey, Kid, wait!” Killer pleaded. Luffy and Zoro may have given up their disguises, but your group still currently had the element of surprise on your side, unless Kid decided to fuck it up by taking on Apoo.

“I knew it was you, Apoo,” Kid barked angrily, mostly to himself. Killer sighed, seeing where this was going, and turned back to the rest of you.

“You three go figure out where Kaido is,” he ordered, “don't take him on yourself, come find us when you've located him.”

“Roger that,” Heat replied.

“Be safe,” you told Killer softly, touching his hand in a soft gesture and clinking your masks together quickly before following Heat and Wire further into the building.

The three of you made your way through the base, which was something like a traditional Wano castle and village all in one, sheltered under the giant skull you'd seen on the way in. Samurai had begun to flood through the base, and with Luffy and Kid causing chaos the jig was now up; everyone now knew a raid was underway. The three of you made it a little further before being found out, and you destroyed your disguises as you fought the Beast Pirates, the fur and leather disappearing in a puff of pink smoke.

After making your way through several hallways of enemies, the halls began to clear a bit. There was still no sign of Kaido though, and the base was turning out to be overwhelmingly large, with multiple floors to search. “We should split up,” you suggested, “we'll cover more ground.”

The boys agreed, Heat didn't like being separated from the two of you but after a short exchange of kisses from both you and Wire, he was able to be convinced that it was the logical choice. You made your way further into the base on your own, letting your katana do most of the work to conserve your fruit for bigger fish. At some point the entire island trembled like a great earthquake, and there was a brief moment of weightlessness as the whole base was lifted into the sky. You didn't like that - what goes up has to come down, and everyone you loved was either on this island, or on the land it was moving to hover above. There was nothing you could do about it now though, you had to trust that someone in the alliance had the means to stop this. Worst case scenario you could probably destroy the entire island if you had to, to protect those below like Dawn, but that was a last resort, and something you likely wouldn't survive.

Fire had begun to spread through the castle, limiting your options for where you could go. As you ran, bursts and pops of what sounded like awful music caught your attention. You growled to yourself, Scratchmen. You didn't know how he slipped out of Kid's hands, but you could certainly deal with him yourself. You weren't finding Kaido at this rate anyway, you wouldn't be surprised if Kid had already found him. You followed the music until you rounded a corner and spotted the long-armed man fleeing like a coward.

“SCRATCHMEN!” You roared. He stopped running and turned to face you, a smug smile on his face.

“There's the missing ship whore!” He laughed, “we wondered where you were, hiding on that island like a coward.”

“Me? A coward?” You spat, “I'm not the one who bent the knee to Kaido. You are the coward. And a fucking traitor. Do you have any idea what your new boss has done? I've lost friends, I've almost lost those I love most. Trusting you was a mistake!”

With a stomp of your foot you sent a wave of superheated air at him, like a blade that scorched the wood under it as it travelled. With wide eyes he quickly dodged the attack, hurriedly sending back an attack of his own. He sent a flurry of them, beat after beat, but you didn't relent. His attacks didn't reach you as you marched towards him, a barrier around you reflecting the sound waves he was trying to pierce you with.

“Dumbass,” you scoffed, “your fruit is useless against me, I can cancel out every sound wave you send at me. Fight me like a man, you useless cunt.”

Apoo quickly turned heel and began to run, realising he was out of his depth, but you were quick to pounce, using a burst of air under your foot to launch yourself at him. You could have killed him already, but you needed him to hurt. You needed him to pay for everything that had happened. For Double, for Mohawk, for the trauma Killer and Heat had to live with, for the month you spent not knowing if you would ever see your loved ones again. He screamed as you made contact, grabbing the middle section of one of his arms and blistering the skin under his clothes, before reversing your trajectory, using his back as a platform to jump back from as you unsheathed your blade.

His arm fell to the floor with a wet plap as he screamed and grabbed at the still attached bicep, blood dripping between his fingers. “YOU BITCH!” He spat from where he knelt on the floor. He left blood on his teeth as he once again tried to use his fruit to attack you, and you openly laughed at him - a cruel, dark laugh - as you stalked back towards him. You clicked your fingers for effect, and Apoo let out a shrill cry, clutching at his side before throwing up on the floor next to his dismembered arm.

“Don't worry, you've got another kidney,” you toyed, before clicking your fingers again, making him fall backwards and writhe. “Oops, guess not,” you laughed.

“Why are you doing this?” Apoo cried, “just fucking kill me already!”

“Why would I do that, when drawing it out is so much more fun?” You smirked. You ran a finger down his cheek, collecting a tear that leaked from under his glasses, his skin under your finger blistering as your finger trailed over it. “Fucking cry baby,” you scoffed, standing back up and crowding intimidating over him. He tried to stand, so you gave him a quick kick to the jaw, sending several piano key teeth flying. “I don't know why anyone would ever follow a ugly cunt like you. Your pathetic crew will be relieved when you're dead.”

You drove your foot down into his chest, using a miniature version of your Meteor Wave to burst one of his lungs and his stomach lining. He was now bleeding out into his chest, and his breathing was ragged and strained as he struggled to take enough air with only one lung. He had minutes to live, at most.

“I'm going to enjoy watching you die,” you laughed, watching him cough up blood and struggle to roll to his side with his remaining arm. You grabbed his ponytail and pulled him up by it, as much as you could anyway. Even sans one arm, he was a lot bigger than you, only adrenaline was allowing you to lift him as much as you did. “You think your torment ends here, you should be so lucky,” you said in a deathly quiet voice, “when I find my way to hell one day, I'll find you first. Enjoy your vacation while it lasts, because once I get there, every day for the rest of your eternity will be spent in unfathomable agony. Enjoy that gentle hellfire while you can, traitor.”

With one last pained wheeze, Scratchmen went limp, and you let his hair go with a scoff of disgust. His body crumpled on the floor with a thud, blood still pouring from it at the flames in the surrounding room slowly licked their way closer to you. You gave his body one last angry kick for good measure, before walking calmly away from the incoming fire, the flames slowly consuming Scratchmen's body behind you as you walked away.

Elsewhere in the castle, battles were still raging as fire continued to spread throughout. You slammed into a wall as the entire island suddenly tilted to the side, before righting yourself and continuing to jog in the general direction of where you assumed most of the fighting would be. Fire was making it difficult to navigate the halls, and you found yourself in the basement as the flames forced you downwards. There you found Brook and Robin, who likewise were having trouble finding an escape from the flames. Just as things looked truly desperate, a flood of water washed through the halls, dousing the flames but leaving you and the other two devil fruit users weak as the salt water drained. The three of you braced each other for strength as you stood and continued to make your way to your friends, stumbling as the castle once again tilted before righting itself.

A deafening crack of thunder rang through the base, followed by a powerful wave of energy and the floor under your feet suddenly bouncing as the island made contact with the mainland of Wano below. You didn't know where the island had landed, but given the somewhat gentle manner it came down with compared to the catastrophic disaster you had anticipated, you could only assume someone in the alliance was responsible, which gave you hope that the people of Wano, and Dawn among them, were safe.

Forced to your knees by the island’s sudden landing, you, Brook and Robin all stood again, but this time to the sound of speakers blaring an announcement over the entire base.

“It's no mistake you guys,” the voice over the speakers called out, a deep sense of relief and cheer to their voice, “Kaido has been sunk deep into the ground by Luffy! Onigashima's plummet was stopped by Momonosuke-sama in his giant dragon form! This vengeance-filled battle that started when Oden-sama died... we finally won!”

You looked to Brook and Robin, the three of you exchanging heartfelt hugs and joining in with the loud cries of victory that sang out over the island. There was a small tremor as Kaido's body caused an undersea volcano to erupt offshore, but you held steady to your friends. Over Robin's shoulder you caught sight of a familiar mane of blonde, and you let go of Robin to call out excitedly.

“Kil!” You shouted gleefully, “we won! We won!”

Killer turned slowly to the sound of your voice, and your breath caught in your throat. Where was his mask? But even more confusing, where was his smile? He looked at you, a forlorn expression on his face, his eyes turning to look away like he couldn't bear to meet your eyes.

“Kil?” You said with a shaky voice. Something wasn't right, you knew in your heart something wasn't right.

“Who are you talking to?” Robin asked, “a ghost, perhaps?” She said, in her usually unnerving way, meaning it as a joke.

“A ghost, indeed,” Brook said sadly, placing a skeletal hand on your shoulder. “I see him too, Yin-san. I wasn't aware your fruit allowed you to see ghosts too.”

“No, no that can't be right,” you replied, shaking off his hand and running towards Killer. “KILLER!” you screamed, “we won! Everything is going to be okay! We can go get Dawn and go back to the way things were! We can all be happy together again!”

Killer looked at you with a pained expression, a slight shake to his head that stopped you in your tracks. He couldn't be a ghost… that- that would mean he was dead. Gone. Removed from this world. He couldn't be, he couldn't be gone. You'd only just got him back, he couldn't be gone!

“WHERE?” you screamed, “WHERE?”

Killer's shoulders moved like he was sighing, but there was no sound, like someone had placed him in a bubble of silence. He nudged his head in a direction, and you took off running. Robin and Brook called after you, but you ignored them, tears streaming from your eyes as you sprinted. They blurred your vision and you tripped over a body you hadn't seen, hitting the ground hard, the wind knocked from your lungs.

You pushed yourself up from the floor, dazed, your hands and knees bleeding from the grazing impact, and on unstable legs you forced yourself to run again, until the hall opened out into a courtyard. You paused for a moment to scan the surroundings, before the roaring cry of your captain told you exactly where you needed to be. You shoved and pushed your way through the crowd, uncaring of who got hurt by your rough treatment, until finally the crowd opened up.

Heat and Wire stood at the side, Heat sobbing into Wire's chest as he held him, the rest of your crew likewise holding each other and crying. Killer lay lifeless on the floor, his head in Kid's lap, blood pouring from under his mask and coating his neck and the floor below him in scarlet. Kid looked up at you as you arrived, his face crumpling in pain as a new wave of tears took him and he balled Killer's shirt in his fists.

“He- he was fine,” Kid sobbed, “he was fine, and we were cheering, and- he just went down. They say he hit his head when he was fighting.”

Everything went silent around you. White noise buzzed in your ears, and you felt dizzy, taking a few unbalanced steps backwards as you tried not to pass out entirely. Wire was trying to speak to you, but you couldn't hear anything over the deafening buzzing. He hit his head? Was his head already weak because of the concussion you gave him? You knew it was a risk to knock him out again, that's why you'd refused to do it when he was still Kamazo. But you'd never even consider that someone else would do it. Was this your fault? Did you do this? “No,” you whispered, this couldn't be happening, it wasn't real, “no, NO, NO!”

Your final ‘no' was like a shockwave. It rang out like a battle cry, and in a burst of energy, everyone around you was sent flying backwards. Even Kid was forced back, like someone had grabbed him by the collar and yanked him away, Killer's body left untouched in the centre of a cleared circle as your crew tried to stumble back to their feet. A wall of transparent light built in front of them, shimmering lilac when they touched it, unable to pass through to where you stood in front of Killer's body in shell-shocked agony. Kid pounded on the wall, sending ripples of purple light through the shield, revealing it to be a full dome over you. He was screaming at you, but you couldn't hear him. It was silent inside the dome, almost peaceful.

Something told you to remove your mask, something deep inside that told you to let yourself go. You heard and felt every atom as they moved around you, and instead of feeling overwhelmed like you usually did, you embraced it. Turning your palms outwards, you closed your eyes and took a deep breath, letting yourself feel every small piece of energy in the air around you. You gathered it, from outside the dome as well, the energy following in glowing gold and blue and purple tendrils into your palms as you breathed steadily and let the energy embrace you. Bystanders weakened as you drew energy from them, a few weaker ones passing out as you drew too much.

“No,” you repeated again, softly, “no.”

Your eyes opened in a flash of light, all bystanders forced to shield their vision from it. When the light faded, you were standing over Killer's body, and in your hands you held a spear of pure lilac light, pulsating with the energy used to form it. Your hair, loose from its buns, flowed around you, weightless, as did Killer's hair which floated up from the floor like gravity no longer had a hold on it, fluttering around him like he was suspended in water.

Slowly, you raised the spear above him. Even Kid had stopped screaming and trying to get in, his palms against the dome as he watched, breathless at your appearance. You glowed in an ethereal way, light emerging from your back and forming two grand, mostly transparent wings, purple at their base before fading to blue and gold at the tips of the feathers as the wings spread out behind you. You looked like a goddess, like a heavenly being that didn't belong in this place, among pirates, among living, breathing men. Yet, there you were, in all your glory, spear held proudly, the tip pointed towards your lover.

“VALKYRIE SPEAR!” you screamed, before plunging the spear straight into Killer's chest.

Light burst from him, blinding everyone once again, a shockwave of energy forcing them all to their knees as the dome popped around you. The energy entirely drained from your body, and you collapsed, falling onto Killer below you. The wings and the glowing from your eyes, as well as the spear, all disappeared the moment the light bursting from Killer faded, the energy sucked back into him like a star imploding, until there was nothing left.

As those around you struggled to their feet, confused by everything that had happened, you felt your consciousness leaving you. In contrast to the great display of light you had just performed, now you saw darkness, creeping in on your vision until your eyes were too heavy to keep open. In your last moments of consciousness, you let yourself embrace Killer's still warm body, a tear dripping onto his shirt and darkening the blood splattered royal blue. Your ear to his chest, you heard a thump below you, then another, then darkness took you.

A/N: THIS IS A SCRATCHMEN HATE ACCOUNT !!!

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[possibilistfanfiction]

More surgeon suffering pls! Maybe bea learning more about Ava’s injury?

[definitely sooo gentle & no present-day suffering lol but here u go]

//

‘you can ask.’

beatrice’s gentle, callused, careful fingers still along your back, their patterns you can’t quite decipher gone quiet. ‘i would never do that.’

her voice is so soft and so relaxed, it’s not at all a reprimand; you can’t say it aloud, not yet, but you love her. you roll over so that you can see the gentle planes of her face through the silvery-blue light from the moon and the night outside her big windows, the blinds not yet drawn. she looks at you openly, patiently, like there’s nothing she wants to take from you; everything she wants to give. you know — in your heart and through your friends and your family and your therapist telling you over and over again — that you have so much to offer: you’re beautiful and funny and very smart, and you love the world more than anyone you know. you also know that beatrice is sometimes less sure of herself than she seems: she clams up every time her parents call, unable to tell them to, unequivocally if it was up to you, fuck off; she loves to be lazy and sleep in and wants no one to know; she still is in the habit of downplaying accomplishments, anything from a surgery she mastered (impressive in that you know how hard it is) to a new route she climbed at the gym (you have no idea but lilith was jealous and you can imagine it’s hot); she’s a horrible cook.

‘i know,’ you say, and you do. you let a finger drift down the bridge of her nose, count her freckles, feel the chapped bow of her lips beneath your thumb. she has a scar, small, through her left brow, and you trace it. ‘what’s this from?’

she smiles, always so quick to understand, always so generous. it makes you feel like you could light up the entire world sometimes. ‘i was five; my brothers were trying to teach me how to rollerblade.’

you think about it: beatrice’s gap-toothed grin and the delightfully terrible bob haircut she had for so much of her early childhood, the photos making you laugh when, unprompted, lilith showed you a few weeks ago when you’d all had dinner at a good oyster place near bea’s house. ‘can you rollerblade now?’

‘no, it frightened me. i never learned.’

‘putting that on the short list of things that scare you. good to know.’

she holds up her right arm so you can see the small scar on her elbow, the skin darker than before. ‘at university, i was drunk and my crush dared me to climb a tree.’

you can’t help the laugh it pulls out of you. ‘oh my.’

she nods. ‘yes, quite. needless to say, amelia and i went our separate ways fairly soon after.’

‘well, her loss. i’d have paid to see you fall out of a tree.’

‘i didn’t fall,’ she says. ‘i scraped my elbow on the way up, but i did continue.’

‘of course you did.’

she shrugs. you trace the scars across her chest, ones you love. 

‘camila told me you tried to go back to classes a week after your surgery. like, the day after you got your drains out.’

bea laughs. ‘yes, and promptly fell fast asleep about three minutes in.’

‘front row?’

‘well, the second.’

‘knew it.’

‘i can keep going, if you like. i have a good story about a scraped knee during field hockey at boarding school.’

‘homoerotic, i hope.’

she rolls her eyes, but based on her silence you know you’re right.

she lets you sit in it, easily, and her house is beautiful and warm and, you’re beginning to think — to hope — it might be full of your things one day, too. it’s easier to be brave here, but your words, the worst of them, still get stuck in your throat. ‘well, what do my scars tell you?’

she weighs it. ‘you know i’m more interested in cardio.’

‘you’re the smartest person i’ve ever met.’

‘well, you favor your left hand when you’re practicing sutures, and i know your left foot gets numb often. you have trouble with temperature regulation and walking long distances, but an easier time standing for the most part; your neck aches, i think all the time.’ she pauses. ‘your handwriting is abysmal, although i suspect that has nothing to do with your injuries.’

you’re about to start crying, but she makes things lighter, even now.

‘all i care about, ava,’ she says, soft and sure, a hand tangled in your hair and then gentle on your cheek, ‘is that you get the care you need, that you tell someone — me or anyone else who can help. and you can tell me whatever you like, if ever you feel ready.’

‘i can’t — i want to.’

she kisses your forehead. ‘like i said. it’ll always be up to you. i’m here.’

you take a deep breath. ‘my mom had a garden,’ you say. ‘she died, uh —‘ you get a little caught, stuck on the way her eyes looked when she wasn’t alive anymore, when you couldn’t move, when you were stuck for so long, screaming and so, so scared — ‘she grew all kinds of vegetables.’ your voice shakes but beatrice only nods. ‘and flowers. we were going to —‘ you sniffle and beatrice just wipes your tears — ‘i think she wanted to keep bees. i don’t even know if that was possible; we had a little yard. but everything grew.’

‘that sounds wonderful.’

‘it was, even though i hated eating my vegetables.’

beatrice laughs softly, admonishing in a way that’s harmless, fond. ‘you’ve grown so much since then.’

‘hey, i’ll have you know just today i ate, like, seven bites of a salad.’

‘very impressive.’

‘can i — not right now, because i think i’ll just cry too much, but — can i tell you more about her? i wish you could’ve met her.’ i wish i could remember her more; i can’t forget.

‘i would love that. and, if she was anything like you, i’m sure she would’ve lit up an entire room. it would’ve been an honor.’

‘bea, i really don’t want to cry again,’ you whine.

‘you should know,’ she tells you, a little firm, so there’s no argument. ‘she would be so proud of you. i know it; who wouldn’t be?’

‘that’s —‘ you bury your face in her neck, just for a moment, soft and warm and safe. 

‘would you like to plant a garden?’

‘in my tiny ass apartment?’

‘no,’ she says, and you can’t see her but you can practically feel her rolling her eyes. ‘here. i have the whole back yard and, frankly, no real interest in a lawn.’

‘i —‘ you back up so you can look at her, and her eyes are clear. ‘really?’

‘of course. i’m actually quite interested in self-sustaining agriculture, and the pacific northwest has great growing conditions for so much wonderful flora and fauna.’

‘wow. okay, but — it’s your house.’

she pauses. ‘ava.’

‘i just — you’re sure?’

‘i would really enjoy it, if you’d like. also, my friend marco, from the climbing gym, runs the community garden in their neighborhood and has been pestering me to meet you.’

‘you talk about me?’

‘of course.’

‘well, if marco will do all the heavy lifting, and preferably both of you not have shirts on, i’m so in.’

‘it’s february.’

you shrug. ‘you’re tough.’

beatrice laughs, and you sink into it, delight in it. you could light up the whole world, ava, she told you after two glasses of wine and half an edible the other night, entirely serious, crammed onto the small couch in your small apartment, your life expanding far beyond, past any walls you knew. 

‘next weekend, when we’re both off,’ she says, ‘we can go to the nursery nearby and get started.’

‘you’re —‘ the love of my life sits right on the tip of your tongue, but you kiss her instead. ‘thank you.’

‘thank you for telling me about your garden, and your mother.’

all you can do is nod, and then hold her after she turns over and falls asleep.

[bloodychazorite]

Q!SLIME HEADCANONS N’ SHORT STORIES!!

(These are all the headcanons I use in my current fic and will probably use for my future fics, in case you’re curious!! :))

So, first, I don’t think Charlie is any bit human at all. I think he’s full, pure-bred slime with a Core that gives him sentience. The Core is a heart shaped, made of enchanted ruby and plated in gold around the edges. 

During the time he was a God in the SCU (Slimecicle Cinematic Universe) he had three (That’s an incredibly long story that I may actually write one day so this is all you get for now). Now, he’s been reincarnated with one, sentient ever since. However, he’s full slime, nothing human about him. Without the Core, he’d just be straight slime. He’s probably one of the—if not just the only—sentient Slimes there is.

His skin scars because when he’s hurt enough, he needs to get more slime to repair himself. The slime isn’t his, however, so it doesn’t match his body completely for a while while it blends together.

Another type of scarring that can happen to him would be dehydration cracks. If he loses enough water, his slime will crack in a lightning-strike type pattern. It takes a while for those to go away as well, just because they need time to fill in.

Yes, he has bones, but he doesn’t need them. He has them because they make it so that he can keep his shape. When he was Gegg, he’d keep some but give the rest to Quackity for safe keeping.

 

“Where’s my left arm?” Charlie asked, digging through the bag Quackity kept on him.

The other only shuffled his foot back and forth, mumbling gently. He bit his lip as he spoke. “I needed food, man.”

“So?”

“So all I had was seeds and currently unused bones.”

A beat of silence, before a slow, creaking head turn. 

“You used my bones for bone meal.” His voice was flat and his lips were pinched. “Are you deadass?”

“Just kill another skeleton man! I needed food!”

Charlie threw up the melty stub where his left arm should’ve been, waving it back and forth and dripping goo all over the ground.

“Do you know how fucking hard it is to find intact skeletons that will fit perfectly with the one that I currently have?! And that have five fingers?!”

Quackity rolled his eyes, shrinking in on himself. “Uh...No..?”

Charlie smushed slime into his face and laughed at his dramatic screaming. “It is incredibly fucking hard!”

Charlie keeps bones on him most of the time, in case he breaks the ones he’s got. Sometimes they take a minute to get used to, some of them too big or too long or too small, but it happens nonetheless. It’s also the reason he takes any fall damage ever. Without the bones, he wouldn’t take any fall damage. Those bones also determine his general height. If he wanted to be taller, he could find/construct a taller skeleton and get more slime.

Slimes are naturally acidic at a certain level at all times. However, with prompting, his level of acidity will rise. Prompting can look like danger, or threats. It can also be emotional, with extreme rage or sadness, the works.

“Oh no, not today fucker!” Mariana screamed as Slime tried to step outside during another argument. His skin dripped from the agitation but Mariana couldn’t care less.

Slime attempted to brush past him, breath heavy. “I’ll be right back,” He mumbled, "I need to go.”  

He stepped to the left, Mariana doing the same. 

Then, to the right, where she followed once again.

“Move your ass, I need to go now.”

“Hell no, you will stay and we will talk this out.”

Slime shoved past her, briskly rushing for the door. Mariana, wings twitching in agitation, whipped around and grabbed his wrist.

He smelled the burning before he felt it.

Before the white, lava hot seer hit his senses.

She nearly cried out in pain, staggering backward and scraping her skin against the hardwood as she fell. Scrambling into the wall, she groaned in agony and grasped the wrist of the suffering palm.

“Fuck- oh, fuck!” 

Slime was right in front of him, suddenly, knelt with fear in his eyes. “Fuck, I am so sorry, I can’t control it I swear, I would never do that shit on purpose—” He rambled as Mariana writhed, swearing in shock and pain.

Her vision swam as she sobbed. 

“I swear, I-I can’t… control it.”

He’s burnt a few holes in the floors before.

All in his slime, there are acid glands everywhere. 

Because he’s got acid literally built into his system, the bones he’s got tend to break down after a while. Depending on how emotional or just how much he purposely activates his acid secretion, they could last from anywhere around two weeks to a month, usually. That’s what the skeleton in his basement is for, an extra set of bones. 

Slime’s are the closest things to aquatic creatures without actually being aquatic. Being naturally drawn and attracted to moist environments, he can’t breathe underwater, but he doesn’t actually need to breathe so I guess it doesn’t matter. When swimming, he creates fins to help. The only reason he drowns is because he takes in too much water and becomes so liquidy that he just… dies, I dunno LMAOO

Being generally docile creatures, living either underground or in swamps, most Slimes have shit eyesight. They mostly rely on vibrations in the ground and auditory sensory input. Great hearing, terrible sight. Slimes are also ambush predators! They’re slow, but they’ll eat anything. If looking for meat, they’ll hide under the soil and wait for the vibrations of something with four legs. 

“And where’s Charlie? I wanted to talk to him.” Phil asked as he stepped outside. “He said he’d be here.”

Roier, Cellbit, and himself had all been in Mariana’s house for a while now—Phil being there under the assumption that Charlie would be there. 

Mariana shrugged and glanced around. “Ehh, somewhere.”

Then Juanaflippa sprinted forward and stopped on the open ground, jumping up and down. Her tiny feet pattered the ground as she skipped in circles around the open area. Bobby tilted his head in response before Richas yanked him towards the 

Phil looked to Mariana for a look of mild amusement to say it was normal, or a look of confusion to make him feel like he wasn’t going insane because—even for Flippa—this wasn’t exactly typical from his perspective.

To Phil’s surprise, however, he stepped a bit forward and began to rhythmically tap his heel against the soil. 

“Fuck-!” His heart found itself in his feet as something squeezed tight around his ankle, holding firm as he jumped away. He grabbed for a weapon as a light green hand pulled further from the ground.

A wrist, an arm, a… a goo monster.

A goo monster holding a suspiciously familiar pair of glasses.

“...Charlie?!”

His body tied itself back together, becoming more and more recognizable. They stared at each other for a minute.

“I swear I was aiming for Roier.”

Charlie, because of the core, has much better morphing and shape shifting abilities than normal Slimes. With enough observation he could literally be anyone. He’d looked at Juanaflippa so much that his Gegg looked a bit like her. The people he spends a lot of time looking at are the people he can most easily imitate.

“So you can just look… however you want?” Fit asked 

“Uh-huh.” Slime replied offhandedly, focusing on the little craft they were working on for Richas’s half birthday.

Neither of them had ever heard of a half birthday before then.

“Without effort? You don’t even have to like… try?” 

Sue him, Fit was incredibly curious. Sentient Slimes just didn’t exist, Slime was the only one he knew and would probably ever know.

He became even more curious (and slightly defensive) as Slime began to stare at him, an expression of scrutiny behind his gaze.

Then, a familiar lopsided grin and covered his face for a minute. A sloppy squishing sound resounded from behind his hands that made Fit wince.

The taller gasped as Slime’s face became uncovered.

Fit’s own face stared back at him, with only a few uncanny details astray.

“Christ, Slime! You just keep that ability all to yourself? Do you know how much trouble you could cause with that?!” He all but yelled.

Slime laughed, shifting his face back to its normal appearance. He winked before turning his head back to the project.

“Who’s to say I haven’t caused any trouble?”

Fit—from that day on—lived in fear of the people the Slime could be.

Charlie is all types of temperature sensitive. It's crazy.

Too hot, he’ll get all melty and struggle to hold his form. Leave his bones behind him and become a puddle.

 Too dry, he’ll dehydrate and crack up. It’s incredibly painful, which is why slimes tend to stick around damp, humid areas.

 Too cold, he’ll freeze, becoming a literal Slimecicle. Just like hypothermia, his fingertips, toes, and nose will turn a shade of blue first, eventually infecting the rest of his body. Also hella painful.

A good tactic if you really wanted to torture a Slime, stick them in the cold. They wouldn’t be able to stretch or morph after a while, it'll hurt like hell, and you get to decide how bad it is. GOOD STUFF

A 60 to humid 70 degrees Fahrenheit is generally ideal. The island tends to run a bit higher than that, but it’s not too extreme of a shift so he’s generally okay with some extra water.

Haha, he picked Eggxile in a place that was out of his comfort zone, just cause he knew he didn’t deserve comfort. He sent himself to a place that was too hot and too dry for a Slime. That's fun.

Uhh, that’s really all I can think of for right now, but I’ll repost this anytime I add to it :DD If you’ve got any headcanons you wanna talk about or you wanna talk about mine, please do!! I’ll literally talk for hours, you have no idea

LOVE YOU BYEE <33

[nickeverdeen]

Thalia Grace

Thalia is always moving, even when she’s standing still

Whether it’s tapping her foot, fidgeting with her jacket, or pacing

While she can summon lightning and feel at home in the storm, she secretly struggles with a fear of heights

It’s something she never openly admits, but the idea of free-falling terrifies her more than monsters ever could

Thalia is fiercely protective of her friends and younger demigods

As a Hunter of Artemis, she often mentors new recruits, helping them adapt to the life of the Hunt while keeping them out of trouble

Thalia’s punk-rock aesthetic is her way of asserting individuality, but she secretly loves experimenting with different looks

She’ll never admit it, but she occasionally raids Aphrodite cabin wardrobes for “research.”

She forgives her friends easily, but betrayal or lies stick with her for a long time

It’s part of why she values loyalty so much and why she’s drawn to the Hunters, where loyalty to Artemis is everything

When she’s annoyed or stressed, static electricity crackles in the air around her

Her hair might stand on end, and electronics near her tend to glitch or short-circuit

She’s banned from Camp Half-Blood’s tech room

Her love of punk rock is no secret, but Thalia also has a soft spot for softer acoustic songs

She often listens to music to calm down after battles or long days, but she’d never let anyone catch her in a “sappy mood.”

Though she loves the Hunters of Artemis and her life with them, she sometimes fears being left behind

Immortality with the Hunt doesn’t erase her lingering fear of loss, a scar from her past friendships and family

Despite her natural leadership skills, Thalia often feels weighed down by the responsibility

It’s part of why she joined the Hunt—to escape the constant pressure of leading and make her own path

Thalia wasn’t always outdoorsy, but the Hunt has given her an appreciation for nature

She loves stargazing, forest hikes, and stormy skies, finding peace in the wild that she couldn’t in her previous life

While she’s friendly and approachable, Thalia struggles to let people in emotionally

The loss of her mother, her years as a tree, and the deaths of close friends have made her guarded

Thalia has a reputation for being tough, but she has a big heart for those who feel out of place

She’s the first to stand up for campers or Huntresses who are being underestimated

Once Thalia decides to trust someone, she’s loyal to them for life

Thalia is one of the best fighters among demigods

Her reflexes are sharp, her aim with her spear is deadly, and her confidence in battle makes her a force to be reckoned with

She hates asking for help and often takes on more than she can handle alone

Her independence is both a strength and a flaw, as it sometimes isolates her from the people who care about her

Though Thalia avoids relationships as a Hunter of Artemis, she has a quiet appreciation for the concept of love

She’ll roll her eyes at Aphrodite’s kids, but deep down, she respects their belief in love’s power—even if it’s not for her

[sunekichis-wife-4ever]

Just forgot to show that silly gal. YESS THERE'S ALL OF HER APPEARENCES HEHE IF YOU WANNA DO FANART FEEL FREE TO DO FANART. <3

Karolane's biography:

Name: Karolane

Full Name: Karolane June Lewis

Label: The Sweet and Chill Anime Girl

Nationality: French/British

Aliases: Karo, Karo-chan, Tori, Tori-chan

Pronouns: She/Her

Age: 16-17

Height: 4'11 (150 cm)

Species: Human

Subspecies: Neko/Demon

Sexuality: Bisexual/Asexual

Appearence: Karolane has brown hair tied to a ponytail with a white ribbon, she has blue eyes, she has freckles on her face with a scar on her left eye, she wears a school uniform, a white sock with pink stripes on her right foot, and a rainbow sock shorter than the left sock, on the left foot. She also has black shoes.

In her demon form, she has the same outfit but she has light purple skin, with small black horns, with big bat wings, she also has a demon tail. She has claws, red glowing eyes and sharp teeths.

In Total Dramarama, Karolane's outfit is inspired by Hello Kitty, due to the small red ribbon.

In Total Drama Reunion, her outfit is inspired by Hatsune Miku. She has two long pigtails tied to blue ribbons, she has a small mic, she wears a sailor shirt with a blue bow, she has blue ribbons on her arms, she wears fishnet tights on her arms, she has a ring on her right middle finger, she also wears a black skirt witha blue belt, sha wears long blue striped socks, with black shoes and blue leggings.

In her swimsuit, she wears a rainbow patterned two-piece swimsuit, with pink and white laces, and with purple hearts on the top and on the bottom. Her swimsuit reveals her black-polished nails, and her three heart-shaped birthmarks on her thigh.

Mental disorders: She has ADHD, PTSD, arachnophobia, depression, athazagoraphobia, social anxiety, school phobia, obsessive love disorder, schizophrenia, autism, insomnia, dissociative syndrome, Peter Pan syndrome, hyperventilation, Balint syndrome and dementia.

Personnality: Karolane is a kind-hearted, sweet, kind of a cat personnality, tsundere, yandere girl. She's also very dumb and her brain never works.

Karolane's interests:

Likes: Animes, cats, drawing, videogames, eating, sleeping, cosplay, baby-doll style, Ezekiel, blood, horror movies, her adoptive dad aka Chef.

Dislikes: Her disorders, being forgotten

Trivia:

◾ Karolane's is Chef's adoptive daughter.

◾ Karolane's BFF is Euphoria (by @jovialeuphoria).

◾ When Karolane starts being insane, she's in her demon form, and red glitchy eyes.

◾ She's friends with everyone in the island, especially Scary Girl, Sadie and Katie.

◾ She doesn't know what's emotions.

◾ She naturally has a cat mouth.

◾ Her love interest is Ezekiel.

◾ The cat is her favorite animal.

◾ She has A LOT of cat plushies.

◾ She's a cosplayer.

◾ She's very popular due to her kindness and her cosplays.

◾ Karolane's bedroom only has Ezekiel images. There's a wall with Ezekiel's face, she has t-shirts of Ezekiel, she even has a BIG shrine of him. She also has his toothbrush, a photo of Ezekiel, an empty can of Ezekiel, and a lot more of him.

◾ Karolane's is 17 years old.

◾ In Total Drama Reunion, she's married to Ezekiel.

◾ She's homeschooled since more than 2 years, due to school phobia.

◾ Her birthday is the 4th of September.

◾ She's 4'11 tall.

◾ She's obssessed with Ezekiel.

◾ She's a tsundere and a yandere.

◾ She won all the TDi seasons.

◾ She has a lot of hallucinations.

◾ She can be really depressed a lot.

◾ When Ezekiel isn't here, she instantly cries.

◾ When Duncan makes jokes about Ezekiel "d3ad" or other jokes about Ezekiel, Karolane cries until and when Ezekiel come in, but sometimes, when Ezekiel is here, she's still crying.

◾ She can have horrible visions about Ezekiel, like seeing Ezekiel with another girl or other things like that.

◾ Her parents abandonned her when she was a baby, and she's now adopted by Chef.

◾ She's afraid of spiders.

◾ She's a sugar addict.

◾ Her favorite drink is bubble tea.

◾ She loves animes.

◾ She's not really human, she's a neko when in love or a demon when psycho or angry.

Powers/Abilities: Immortality, Telepathy, Flying, and more.

[slyvester101]

Mer and Avian au but Freelancers as birds! Part two of this post

Wash

Barn owl: mostly cream white feathers with dark gray fading on the tips. Wings are large and powerful, which is good since he likes swimming. Do not be fooled, it takes a lot of effort to keep himself afloat once his wings are wet and they take forever to dry. Often shakes like a cat to get the water off. Also has a fairly long tail, often mistaken for part of his wing. Before his growth spurt, he would trip on his tail a lot.

Has bird-like feet: legs “warp” into the bones of his talons starting around his knees. They’re as thick as his normal legs, just covered in a protective layer. Has five long toes (one sticking from the back of his foot so he can grab fish) with claws at the end.

Has gray eyes that can see in the dark (preferred) but can still enjoy the sun (usually needs protective gear when it’s particularly bright)

Carolina

Peregrine Falcon: Dark grey wings with white strips on her inner feathers. Similarly shaped feet as Wash but with four toes instead of five and with much larger and sharper talons.

Fastest of the flock, but can’t swim for shit. Mainly hunts on land and comes out to the coast to fly with friends and challenge Tex to swimming competitions (she always loses). 

Part of her wing was injured in an accident that took York’s eyesight, Maine’s voice, and gave Wash the scar that runs down his face. Must take constant care of her wing or it tightens up and makes it hard to fly and decreases her reaction time.

 Currently being courted by York

York

Golden Pheasant: Bright gold wings and tail with red and black accents. His wings aren’t very big, but he has a very long tail that is prettily patterned and takes much care to maintain. His feathers wrap around his shoulders and neck like a scarf and are similarly patterned to his tail.

Can technically fly, but his wings aren’t meant for air time like the others so most of his time is spent on the ground watching. He’s also mostly grounded because of an accident that left him blind in one eye, so his depth perception is shit. This makes it hard to hunt, so he takes to eating more berries, leaves, and leaving traps for prey to fall into. 

Is courting Carolina by making her yummy food, building her very nice nests, and helping her take care of her wings.

North

Hummingbird (specifically purple-throated mountain gem): Wings are a metallic deep purple with dark green feathers lining the inner wing. Wings are very flexible and move very fast despite North’s large size. 

Chugs nectar on the daily and would probably chug honey down too if it weren’t so thick. Doesn’t mind eating the meat his friends catch, but he prefers sweeter and lighter food.

Actually not that hyper despite the stereotypes about hummingbirds and spends a lot of time napping and relaxing with York on the ground as their friends fly around.

South

Hummingbird (specifically purple-throated mountain gem): Lighter purple wings that shimmer more blue in the sun with yellow-green lining the inside of her wing. Wings work similarly to North’s but she is much faster than he is.

Fits the hyperactive stereotype of hummingbirds but is just as likely to crash after a day spent flying because she loses her energy quickly. 

Tries to make up for this by eating a lot of food, including the meats her brother is picky about. Often called a scavenger at heart because of the way she hunches when she’s sitting and the way she chokes down her food.

Connie

Robin: Grey wings that shine orange-red in the sun. One of the smaller birds of the flock, but stays in the middle when it comes to speed. Her legs look similar to Wash and Carolina but hers are grey instead of orange. 

Is the most active when the sun’s out and is always trying to get the others to fly/hunt with her. Sings the prettiest out of the flock and can be heard twittering basically all day. If you need to find Connie, just listen for her signature song.

Maine

Vulture (Who was gonna tell me there are so many vultures? Holy heck that’s a lot of species of one bird): Has the biggest fucking wings ever, even when folded in, he has to be careful not to get them caught on anything. They are mostly dark grey, but he has white feathers from his youth that never changed colors. 

Maine’s voice is very deep and very rough due to his unique voice box. However, his voice gets fucked up after an accident and can only really communicate in grunts and hisses, and even then those are limited if he doesn’t want to fuck up his voice even more. 

It takes a lot of work and energy for him to flap his wings, which means getting in the air is hard, but once he’s up he can glide around for hours at a time without rest. He’s decent at hunting since he can just swoop down and crush his prey under his feet, but he prefers scavenging as has large hoards of preserved meats he’s picked up. He really likes jerky.

Wyoming

Peacock: Wings are very colorful and patterned. Inner wings are white and black stripped and are the colors that are seen when his wings are pulled in. His outer wings are orange and dark grey with a little strip of blue. His tail is obviously the main attraction, long and blue and green with the ends of these holding the eye shaped feathers that entrance and impress. 

Can fly, but prefers not to because it messes up his feathers and is kind of clumsy because of his tail. Also very vocal and likes singing with Connie. You can often hear them calling back and forth when Connie is flying and Wyoming is on the ground. 

A surprisingly good hunter that likes to play with his food before killing and eating it. As long as he doesn’t get his feathers dirty, there’s no prey that can hide from him for long. It’s for this reason he likes hunting with Florida so much

Florida

Secretary Bird: Light blue-grey feathers on his inner wing with Dark blue-grey feathers on his outer wing. Has a rather large wingspan for someone his size. Has long spindly legs that mimic that of Wash, Carolina, and Connie but much thinner and a light pink color. Also has feathers on the back of his head that spread out like halo.

Likes flying a lot and can be seen souring in patterns similar to a vulture when he spots something he likes/thinks is interesting (very often found circling Wyoming). That being said, he mostly hunts with Wyoming on the ground and they play cat and mouse with their food. 

When not flying, can often be found perched next to Wyoming or on top of Maine. He thinks it’s very amusing to stare at people with his big ole’ black eyes that seem to see into your soul. He freaks people out a little bit.

[cha0s-boyy]

image descriptions in alt and in plain text below the cut

[ID: six digital reference sheets of anthro canines. each has two 3/4 view fullbodies, one showing the characters' fronts and the other their backs. they all have a name at the top, notes around the characters, and an info panel in the middles 1. Ringo! he has mostly white fur, mint green ears and tail, black forearms, lower legs, and x-markings on his snout and back, and violet around his eyes. the notes say, "notch in ear from barfight," "drunk," "narrow shoulders," "wide hips," and "big tail." the info is: coyote, male (cis) he/any, the pan flag, the saggitarius symbol, 5 foot 7, and 160 lbs. the background is pale violet and has an overlay of alcohol being poured. 2. Laurel. she has pale peachy fur, with large darker splotches on her snout and lower back and thighs, pale pink skin, and pale blue eyes. she also has human-like hair the same color as her markings. the notes say, "finger waves," "usually wears choker," "moderate bust," and "long feathered fur." the info is: coyote, female (cis) she/her, the bi flag, the gemini symbol, 5 foot 6, and 140 lbs. the background is pale pink and has an overlay of bubbles in a sparkling drink. 3. Freck. he has mostly white fur, with a light gray head and tail with small white spots on his snout and tail, and blue skin and eyes. the notes say, "thick spiky fur" and "spots only on base and tip of tail." the info is: wolf, male (cis) he/him, a pride flag with a black and white striped hetero base flag overlayed by a heart with the bi flag, the cancer symbol, 6 foot 0, and 240 lbs. the background is pale blue and has an overlay of a cloud of powder or dust. 4. Reline. he has mostly red fur, with a yellow on his chin, chest, tail tip, fingers, and toes, and black Xs on his cheeks, upper arms, and thighs. he also has yellow eyes and skin. the notes say, "sleek fur," "Xs face out" (on the arms), and "Xs on knees." the info is: jackal, male (cis) he/him, a pride flag that is split bi and ace-spectrum as the base and overlayed by a heart with the aro flag, the taurus symbol, 5 foot 9, and 130 lbs. the background is pale yellow and has an overlay of oil spilled on a corroded surface. 5. cyx. she has mostly beige fur, with orange ringed by white on her ears, muzzle, and paws, a gray tail, and gray skin and eyes. the notes say, "smokes," "normally wears leather jacket," "small bust," and "muscular." the info is: fox, female (cis) she/any, the bi flag, the scorpio symbol, 5 foot 2, and 130 lbs. the background is pale peach and has an overlay of wisps of smoke. 6. Smoke Alarm. he has dark gray and black fur, and dark red skin and eyes. he also has human-like hair, styled forward somewhere between a faux-hawk and emo bangs. the notes say, "scar on left cheek," "mane of hair," "muscular," "arm band hides gear," and "thick fur." the info is: wolf, male (cis) he/him, the ally flag, the virgo symbol, 6 foot 2, and 220 lbs. the gender, pronouns, and flag all have other things written behind them but scribbled out. the background is pale red-brown and has an overlay of billowing smoke. /end ID]

[kalolasfantasyworld]

You know what. Two chapters in one day! AAAUUUUUUGGGHHHH! Chapter 9!

The very first paragraph of the chapter. So as not to say too much about the spoilers I've been made privy to from group chats, Helena's, erm, feeling for lack of a better word makes me think of... you know... her. And the explanation you gave regarding her magic... You know... Right? Right...

The lack of dialogue for a few paragraphs is a nice way to keep the chapter from dragging through an uneventful morning. But also the lack of meaningful exchange between characters also builds that tension. It's like the chapters of this and the previous chapter would say "the calm before the storm." Nothing big is said because the quiet is building towards the chaos.

While Helena isn't a Magic Knight, she does embody a bit of their spirit. She may have the power/position/opportunity to benefit only herself but instead exercises her privilege to help others. She harnesses her large mana reserves to become a healer and her position of safety in the hospital gives her a chance to open the doors for the endangered citizens. Overall, good character beat.

Helena truly does take patient care seriously as a doctor and not merely a battlefield healer. At least if I were writing the scene, I would had Helena pull the girl away from the door and started healing on the spot. But no, you have Helena take the girl (and her rescuer) to a quieter and better equipped area to do more thorough mending. It goes to show your own knowledge as someone learning medicine/healthcare. This is one of those things that makes me enjoy reading the works of others, seeing what they choose to write more elaborately over others things.

And here we come to the first of many scenes reframed through Helena's eyes. Helena may not have known the Silvas long but she's more intimate with them than the ordinary citizenry and sees them not as the all-mighty Magic Knights but as the powerful but still human beings they are. She doesn't gasp in awe at them. She watches with worry and fascination as their full power becomes known to her in this moment. I can tell Helena's respect for them has grown. They all may have gotten off on the wrong foot but this is an incident which helps Helena warm up to the Silvas (much how the audience of the original manga should've been able to respect the Silvas a little on a professional level for their efforts as Knights even if they weren't personally kind to Noelle).

Even when the Silvas are spirited away. Even with Helena's worry for the family that has graciously been hosting her. She is able to focus herself enough to worry about the scared and injured in front of her. Good on her, the poor dear.

... Is this burn victim going to come up in the future? Maybe you're just going into the description of the girl so describing her burn scar isn't out of place. But then again, you could bring her back for something. Something small but... something. Cause really, aside from what ships crop up in the fic, I am going into his fic quite blind and I don't know how much set up and pay off you have stored in this fic!

Can Helena/I please stop getting punched in the gut with disheartening sights? One thinks they're long over Fuegoleon getting wrecked and then they read a fanfiction where it gets addressed/reacted to all over again and they remember the pain. This is a years old wound for the fandom and yet! AND YET!

It a moment where Helena's gentle heart is exposed. Despite only meeting twice, Helena felt a sense of companionship with Fuegoleon and to see him come to such severe harm must truly shake her.

Again, we get a long stretch of text without spoken words from characters. This time, instead of suspense, it builds emotion. Fuegoleon's injury is something quiet and solemn. The quiet of the scene is like the void his own voice and passion has left behind. Helena sees a good man in a broken state and has no words, only a silent grief. Until... Nozel comes along and Helena lets herself break down in front of him. Nozel and Helena aren't friends but their tolerance and growing respect is something more than whatever Helena has with any other person in Clover Kingdom at the moment. So of all the people she allows to see her weakness, she lets Nozel see it. (Which, recalling past conversations about future events in the fic, might not get reciprocated... Ouch.)

Well played to have Nozel break the silence not with any words of comfort but simply his harsh determination to get justice for Fuegoleon. His solid mercury heart hasn't softened yet. And really, as life-long companions/rivals, it does make sense for Nozel to focus on what's been done to Fuegoleon rather than Helena's emotions regarding it. And knowing you, Lola, that's probably something you did intentionally and take pride in. Write the birb man in his cold and distant era!

... Hey why is the next chapter titled "The Breakdown"? Lola...?

Hi!

I'm not as fast with replying as you were with commenting that day, but it made me so happy to read your thoughts. I lately reblogged Laura saying about how the answers to the amazing comments should try to keep up the level.

Ehm... I'm not saying much 😂 I love how you're picking up things based on the spoilers you know. This is amazing. I can't believe somebody's getting this. However it's not in that exact way and certainly not on that level.

I'm so glad I managed to write the tension here, because this was exactly my plan. A fairly normal morning with the exception of Helena's feeling.

She totally embodies the MK's spirit. As you know she will be working closely with them in the future as Owen's second in command. And yes in this moment she feels that she needs to help, she knows she has more mana than probably all the others in the building combined.

Yes Helena is not a healer additionally to being a mage, she's a healer above all and this will always stay as her primary characteristic. Hah I admit when I made her a healer I decided why not sneak in some actual medical knowledge. Just for fun.

Yes so so far Helena knew the Silvas through the House. One time she went to the SE base only to be kicked out by Nozel. This is the first time she can see their power and be truly impressed. Afterall so far she's only seen her father and Gabriel who were very powerful mages and used their magic skilfully. Here Helena also sees the Silvas as protectors. S you're right a new layer of respect.

Helena is a pratical and mature woman. She knows at the moment there's nothing to be done for the Silvas, while she has her duty to the citizens. That's where she can help.

The burned girl ^^ I love how you caught on why my description was so accurate. Yep she'll be back. I'm not saying anything more. And hah there's a LOT of set up going on over here 😂 So you paying attention to details pays off.

This chapter was "Helena faces reality" since she was sheltered for most of her life it hits her even more. I needed to adress Fue's condition and how Helena sees it, because I'm not expanding but there's more to it and why was she shaken up to this level. You'll understand ;) Her pain is much more personal and as you stated these two haven't interacted that much. Just something for you to ponder on.

Nozel was just in the right place in the right time. If not for him she would have probably bottled it in, because yes Helena is rather open and wants to talk about her problems, but there's really no once so far she could share her pain with. Here she assumes Nozel is hurting as well, so he could relate and she just wants to let go.

(yeah... he's not reciprocating... not really)

Nozel isn't really comforting her here. Yes I did that on purpose ^^ and I'm proud of myself. Overall I take pride in the way I write Nozel and keep him rough around the edges. The cold and distant era is so important to show his growth. Yet another reason why PH starts with the start of BC storyline. We're getting the full change.

You already read it 😂. The breakdown well some fighting happens, but it's more about "the breakdown of events" rather than emotions. Word play on my part.

I'm glad you're paying attention to chapter names. I put a lot of conscious effort into picking them.

Thank you for your amazing comment!!! 💕

It truly made my day

[neatfrog]

Marlina Delgado

She was created for Fallout 4 by my lovely spouse @rmilkies, and is originally how our OCs began to interact when we first met on here (I was like ‘Boldizsár needs a girlfriend’ and they were like ‘hang on I got one’).

More character info below cut

As mentioned above, she was an existing OC that ends up becoming a friend/love interest of Boldizsár. She originally meets the twins in Goodneighbor while trading, and they cross paths again a few years later after the twins have been in the Gunners for a while.

(she was supposed to just be a temporary love interest, but they ended up being so cute together we didn’t have the heart to ever break them up so they’re just married forever now)

(28 during the events of Fallout 4)

Traits/Behaviors

Terrible with using guns (bad aim bad luck doesn’t even aim right), loves working with and repairing them

Works as a mechanic at the Red Rocket outside of Sanctuary Hills, but travels sometimes for trading purposes. Very skilled at engineering and building/maintaining/repairing weapons, machines, etc

Could absolutely get a car working again idk why no one in 200+ years has apparently tried that

Great in a fistfight! Also with melee weapons

Lowest stats are Luck (3) and Charisma (2), charisma is due to being incredibly honest and frequently putting her foot in her mouth

Luck is due to the fact that @rmilkies likes to make her suffer

Brother Issues McGee 🤡

Older brother (Luis) left town when she was 10 without telling her and with no warning; he left some money and instructions for her care but nothing else

This was a terrible idea in hindsight and isn’t acknowledged until they reunite ≈20 years later

Grew up in a brothel in New Vegas, has liberal (borderline hedonistic) views about…everything

Despite that, is usually sober due to personal preference.

Killed her mom’s drug dealer for knowingly selling something tainted that caused her mom to die.

Received her burn scars from some dudes who didn’t take kindly to her denying their advances

So fucking compassionate, wants a big family to compensate for never knowing hers very well

Loves animals, is absolutely the wife that comes home with a 5th dog (or molerat) that she found wandering out on the street

Grows protective of and attached to people quickly - if they leave or something happens to them she has stronger emotions about it - really empathetic in general

Tends to dote on those she cares about - big Mommy energy

Also has a tendency to mother hen people, which can be overbearing at times

Thinks sunset sarsaparilla is superior to nuka cola and will die on that hill

She and Petra often clash due to Petra’s general nature and also the fact that Marlina (in Petra’s view/opinion) interfered and changed her relationship with her brother - Petra sees her as an outsider and threat, someone that could possibly take Boldizsár away from her (he starts rebelling and acting out around the same time they meet Marlina so Petra naturally blames it all on her)

Despite this she is aggressively nice to Petra, who eventually (very eventually) begrudgingly accepts her into their life

[perfectlysplendidflora]

“ Dead doesn’t mean gone. ” 

character name:

[flora gabrielle wingrave]

nicknames:

[flo, flower, princess, etc.]

age:

[19]

occupation:

[waitress at a local diner by evening, horticulture student by day]

hometown:

[originally from essex, moved to bly manor on crockett island when she was ten.]

appearance:

[hair: light to dark brown eyes: baby blue height: 5'6" scars: one prominent scar on her wrist from a night when she was found by the lake at bly, but nothing else]

style:

[flora prefers softer, oversized clothes, things that are comfortable and flowy. when she was younger she wore dresses but now she prefers leggings]

personality traits:

[weirdness -- flora is a more than a little strange and into some weird stuff. ghost stories and big foot sightings and UFO blogs, true crime podcasts. sweetness -- she's got a big heart and a lot of compassion, she never judges anyone for anything and can make conversation with absolutely anyone chameleon-ing -- flora tends to copy the people around her, out of a desire to fit in. she doesn't always mean to, and sometimes it's harmless, like picking up a new word or listening to new music. but it can get her into trouble at times.]

background:

[flora's parents died when she was young, leaving her in the care of an extremely wealthy but incredibly distant uncle. mostly she was raised by servants, nannies, and tutors, some of whom she's still close with to this very day. some of whom were her only friends, because her privileged position on the island left her ill-equipped to connect with anyone very deeply]

hobbies/interests:

[flora enjoys gardening, growing plants of all kinds, reading mysteries and romance novels, and playing guitar]

skills/talents:

[flora is naturally personable, though she struggles to connect one on one. she's also fairly skilled at solving puzzles and loves to tell stories to the younger kids on crockett.]

quirks/habits:

[flora is very good at blocking out background noise, or even someone talking directly to her, and can sometimes 'zone out' completely. she likes to braid a strand of her hair over and over, especially when she's nervous. sometimes she acts like a totally different person, especially if she's tagging along with a group. on her own she tends to be very quiet.]

favorite things:

[food: soup made by owen, music: taylor swift, flower: calla lily, school subject: art and history, season: late summer, drink: root beer]

relationship status:

[single]

goals/dreams:

[flora dreams of connecting deeply with somebody, with finding someone who can really understand her]

challenges/obstacles:

[her privileged upbringing has left her naive and sometimes embarrassingly out-of-touch. she can talk to anybody, but struggles to maintain a friendship because she can seem snobby or rude when she's really just... distracted. by all the thoughts in her head, the ones that remind her how alone she feels, like all of the time. she doesn't know how to switch it off, but sometimes she thinks she'd do anything if she could. that she'd be able to do anything -- or that she would do anything to make it stop. maybe both. ]

strengths:

[flora is kind and principled, she has a strength of character that few people do. when she's sure of herself, she can be very brave, even if she's the only one standing there. she wants to do well and be liked very badly, and it's made her an extremely friendly person]

weaknesses:

[flora can often be unsure of herself, and her desire to fit in can sometimes lead her to taking on other people's personality traits. while she's not afraid to stand alone, she doesn't enjoy it and will do almost anything to try and fit in with a group, which often leads her to embarrassing herself. she can be naive and easily tricked, especially because she loves to see the best in people. ]

backstory:

[flora's always been weird and shy and easily tricked and easily scared, and she played with toys a little longer than other kids on the island and she grew up kind of sheltered. and she grew up kind of alone, except for her brothers and the servants. it was weird, so she's kind of weird. sweet, but strange. she tries not to be, but she can't help it. the weird always comes through and she always ends up doing something that makes everyone wanna sit on the other side of the diner, in any section except hers. ]

current situation:

[currently, flora has decided to take on a job during the evenings. a normal, every day, regular-person job because she can totally be a regular person. that's the goal. regular-ing it up!]

poe poem :

[alone from childhood’s hour i have not been as others were—i have not seen as others saw— ]

theme song:

[ seven by taylor swift, folklore ]

song lyric:

i was too scared to jump in but i, i was high in the sky with pennsylvania under me are there still beautiful things?

graphic credit:

[psd template by poeticfleurx]

[casliveblog]

Custom Toonami Block Week 141 Rundown

Spy X Family: So it’s time for a little character development for Damian, it’s your standard ‘he’s a later legacy character of an important family and the expectation weighs on him’ nothing special but you do kinda have to give the kid a break given he’s like six years old. Rumor is the kid that does the best in the next dodgeball game gets a Gym Badge and considering progress-wise Anya’s still stuck in Viridian Forest we really need one of those so Yor trains her how to murder a man with a dodgeball because that’ll probably be useful some day. But yeah Anya reads Damian’s mind in class and is able to tell he has layers and shit and also their opponent is legit an adult man, like he’s just some dude and they do treat him like he’s a kid but he has glasses and studies on a computer and the subtitle says he’s six so I don’t know how much of this is a joke and I’m just like ‘excuse me?’ but yeah Damian’s cronies take the hits for him and show they do have legit faith in him even if they’re all assholes. Since Anya can read the dude’s mind she can dodge all the balls but still ends up tripping so Damian has to save her and show he actually does have a heart which is cool even if it doesn’t last long. Anya tries her best to do the manslaying throw Yor taught her but you can tell just by how over-extended the buildup is that it’s not gonna work, like there’s buildup for emphasis and there’s over-buildup for comedy and they made it a bit too obvious but it’s still funny. Anyway the adult man wins but no one gets a Gym Badge because Elegance Dude’s like that’s just a dumb stupid rumor bro, but he is impressed Anya and Damian got along for five seconds even though they immediately start fighting after, but the next episode is legit called “Stella” so it’s probably not the last we’ve heard of that.

Inuyasha:. The half of the infant Kanna gave Kagura to take care of just like reverse spirit bomb’s the area he’s in and goes into a full naked teenage albino… you know, as you do. Meanwhile Inuyasha and co are still chasing Entei who has tracked down his old master Rengokuki and freed him and he fights with Inuyasha for a bit and he seems kinda strong but it’s clear without Entei Inuyasha would Wind Scar his ass in one hit but he’s still fronting just saying he’s rusty after being sealed. He goes to burn a village down and Kagura’s there getting clothes for Hakudoshi and since she’s pretty hot by demon standards Rengokuki’s like ‘marry me’ and Kagura’s just like ‘look unless you can kill Naraku or have a ten foot penis get the fuck away from me’ but dude’s not having it and chases her down but Hakudoshi interrupts them and I guess he just… found clothes on his own since Kagura never delivered them. Entei’s sick of Rengokuki’s shit and bucks him off so he can fight Hakudoshi and Hakudoshi absolutely wrecks his shit and mount’s Entei like it’s no big deal. Hakudoshi says he’s learned the extent of what killing monks and lying on their chests can teach him about the border to the afterlife so he starts cutting off demon heads to see what they can see of it. He also does his introduction to Inuyasha and because Inuyasha NEVER FUCKING USES THE RED TESSAIGA FOR SOME REASON he’s able to block the Wind Scar with a barrier, like first time I get it, you weren’t expecting a barrier but he sat there and delivered a whole ass monologue and you got ANOTHER Wind Scar off on him only to crash into the barrier again without even trying the Red Tessaiga, get it together dog boy. Anyway Hakudoshi’s a Bond Villain and just straight up tells Inuyasha that he’s trying to get the last jewel shard and flies away, so next week we’re back on filler because clearly that was too much plot development all at once (I actually checked and I only have 25 episodes of the original series left before I transition to Final Act, like that’s still 1-2 normal anime series but being that close to finishing Inuyasha considering it’s the only series still on the block from when I started it years ago is pretty neat)

Yu Yu Hakusho: Yusuke and Sensui are about to start their fight for real for the third time now but Real!Sensui has golden Super Saiyan energy that makes everyone that knows any better shit themselves and he breaks Yusuke’s arm like he’s holding a pair of tweezers to a cotton swab. Apparently this is a super secret technique that takes 40 years to master but Sensui used Naruto’s Shadow Clone Training cheat code to split that down and also you have to be mildly insane enough to want to change the entire world which is why Genkai could never master it because she literally cannot give a fuck, it’s basically “Super Saiyan Well-Intentioned Extremist” with two layers of chosen one protection built in. Yusuke’s still talking shit of course so Sensui blows him and Koenma back and steals the magical barrier pacifier in the process, unlucky for him Koenma reveals it’s a ranged attack and tries to seal him away. Botan goes back to Spirit World to tell Koenma Sr. what’s going on and Shizuru and Keiko see the big explosion when Sensui deflects the barrier and decide to get the hell out of dodge. But yeah Yusuke’s still pretty confident but the others reveal that he’s actually going for a Kamikaze attack, hoping that it’ll either kill Sensui or inspire his friends to flip out enough to kill Sensui on their own like Kuwabara did with Toguro, see this is what happens when you emotionally manipulate your friends into turning into sad super saiyans, they undervalue their recently restored lives and think the only way to get any powerup is to sacrifice somebody.

Jujutsu Kaisen: Yuji and Kento split for their divergent missions of tailing Junpei and infilitrating Mahito’s lair respectfully. Junpei’s still on the warpath to becoming a domestic terrorist while Mahito’s telling him not to worry about having a code for hating people like some sort of anime character but just do whatever your instincts and cravings tell him to and murder anyone he thinks deserves it. This results in him almost killing a teacher before Yuji steps in and defuses the situation by pantsing the guy, a solution beautiful in its elegant simplicity. Meanwhile Kento fights Mahito and Mahito reveals his power is to alter the soul of anybody he touches and since the soul and body are linked that’s how you get cronenberg monsters so he can basically mold flesh into whatever shape he wants, including his own which lets him heal and/or basically become Sun Eater and turn into part animal. Kento hits his eight hour workday time limit and is like “Well since I can’t punch out I’ll just have to punch YOU out motherfucker’ so that’s pretty cool.

Chainsaw Man: Well now that we’ve had a big defeat, it’s training arc time! Denji and Power pay their respects to Aki almost dying and get his pseudo-girlfriend killed by only stealing most of his shit when he wakes up. Denji has a mild existential crisis that he’s not upset at all about Himeno’s death and isn’t entirely sure if it’s because he’s a Devil now or he’s just a maladjusted antisocial asshole but I’m betting on the latter. It’s funny how he says even in the worst case he’d only be upset for three days and then just go back to how he was like he really is just a dog. Makima takes Denji and Power (also sidenote but Denji has started calling Power ‘Powey’ and I’m not sure if it’s a genuine sign of affection or mocking her lack of creativity naming her cat but I am here for it) to train with Himeno’s Master who’s basically Hamish from Hunger Games on crack and his strategy is ‘you guys can’t die so I’m gonna kill you over and over until you suck less’ which… does not seem to be working. Though it does get Power and Denji to try using strategy which works a lot better than I thought it would but still not very well. Meanwhile Aki gets letters from Himeno’s sister that Himeno sent her and sees how they gradually start talking about him more and more and it kinda hits him how worried she was about him and now he can’t use his Fox Devil or his Curse Devil powers because he’s run out of shit worth giving them for them to put up with his shit so the HQ guys take him to Public Safety’s very own SCP facility to make a new contract with the Future Devil, ironic considering he only has two years to live and basically nothing to give.

Ranking of Kings: Bojji;s training is finally complete and we get to see his weapon of choice and it’s… a rapier! Honestly that made me smile when I saw it because that jus makes perfect sense for him and the silly big sheathe they gave him for it is really cute. Kage’s not entirely sure about this but Despa tells Bojji to have faith in himself and that his best friend should have faith in him too. They go out to eat to celebrate and get into a bar fight with three troll brothers and Bojji takes them out with pressure point attacks that are designed to disorient and knock people out but can kill too apparently if it calls for it. Now if you’re a cynical asshole like me you expect this all to be a trick by Despa to at best boost Bojji’s confidence with some actors throwing a fight or at worst trying to rip Bojji off by giving him fake training and pretending it worked so he can make off with the money. But turns out this series is not so cynical and the fight WAS a set up by Despa but it was also quite real and Bojji did really beat them on his own. Also apparently there’s a super secret technique Bojji still has tucked under his vest that Despa hopes he won’t have to use too often. Kage talks to Bojji about how the giant snake dude taught him to dodge and shit in a way Abridged!Piccolo would be proud of but also since snake and snake dude are connected then Snake Dude may have been right about the kingdom being under some kind of conspiracy and in danger. Kage asks if Bojji wants to go back home to help and I think it kinda hits for the first time for Bojji that somebody he loves tried to have him killed and he’s not entirely sure who. Kage straight-up asks if he thinks Hilling tried to murder him and the thought breaks Bojji but Kage remembers his own mom and seeing Hilling literally throw herself off a cliff for Bojji and knows it can’t be the case and berates Bojji and himself for even thinking such a thing. Bojji beats some sense into himself and agrees that he’s gonna go back home. Meanwhile some knight dude’s in jail eatin rats idk.

Vinland Saga: With most of the Danish army retreated, Thorkell’s bridge is at a standstill with Prince Canute being a devout Christian and unlike 99% of Christians throughout history he takes that ‘Thou Shalt Not Kill’ and ‘Do onto others’ shit seriously and doesn’t want to fight so they’re basically biding time until his dad tells him to go home. Meanwhile Thorfinn’s having a minor existential crisis in his dreams where he’s at home with his family but he’s also in England instead of Iceland and his dad’s like “Your mom and sister miss you, bro is murder and pillaging the way you want to spend your life, I don’t give a crap if you avenge me’ and Thorfinn immediately wakes up and forgets his father’s wishes like he presumably has for the past five or so years. Askeladd’s men are just kinda pillaging random small English towns and getting kinda rammy, like they kinda lost motivation to follow the main force and got distracted with random pillaging because they’re a bunch of dumbasses that don’t like taking orders but that’s what happens when your army’s like 40% pirates. Thorfinn finds Askeladd and tells him off for treating him like he’s just another crewmember when he’s actively trying to kill him and Askeladd’s just like ‘cool story bro’ and then proceeds to talk about how he’s getting old and how even great civilizations get old and die like the Romans and how Ragnarok is coming and the rise and fall of things is the way of change. They get visited by a messenger from Canute’s army who apparently were wiped out by Thorkell and  Canute was taken hostage and Thorkell’s on a mission with 500 of his best men to go charge the main force because if a good fight’s not gonna find him then god damn he’s gonna find it. So the messenger’s calling up everyone he meets to come fight Thorkell’s legion and make a charge to save the Prince. So of course Askeladd fucking beheads the guy and tells his men they’re gonna run into a battle where they’re outnumber five to one and take the Prince for ransom themselves and make a buttload of money for whichever side wants him more. Kind of an insane plan but Askeladd is really determined to not go gentle into that good night.

[opulvnts]

  •  •  •    escapism  -  sped  up  by  raye  +  070  shake :    spotted !    if  it  isn’t  imani  wilkinson  walking  through  the  streets  of  nyc .    people  say  she  looks  like  madison  bailey ,    but  i  really  don’t  see  it .    the  twenty-five  year  old  rockstar  &  model  is  out  here  making  mommy  and  daddy  proud .    while  they  have  been  known  to  be  boisterous ,    we’ve  all  seen  their  haphazard  nature  come  to  light .    sources  tell  me  they  remind  people  of  the  glitter  flecked  lids  with  sharp  obsidian  liner  ,   chasing  the  next  buzz  to  numb  self  ,   an  idgaf  attitude  .    /  ciswoman  /  she  &   her .

♡     ◞        𝐷𝑂𝑆𝑆𝐼𝐸𝑅  ,   𝗍𝗁𝖾   𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗌 .

official   name  :  imani   kiara   wilkinson  .   nickname  :  immy  .   birthdate  :  november   14th  ,   1997  .   birthplace  :  upper  east  side  ,   nyc  .   citizenship  :  american  .   current   residence  :  tribeca  ,   nyc  .   gender  :  cis   female  ,   she / her   pronouns  .   orientation  :  pansexual  ,   panromantic  .   languages  :  english  .   occupation  :  rockstar   &   model  .

♡     ◞        𝐷𝑂𝑆𝑆𝐼𝐸𝑅  ,   𝘱𝘩𝘺𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 .

faceclaim  :  madison   bailey  .   height  :  five   foot  six  .   build  :  slim  ,   curvy .   eye   color  :  brown  .   hair   color  :  brown  .   hair   style  :  worn  natural  .   signature   scent  :  good   girl   gone   bad   by   carolina   herrera  .   style  :  darker   colors  ,   leather  ,   explicit   graphic  tees  ,   rocker   inspirations  .    piercings  :  too   many   to   count   tbqh  .   tattoos  :  a   ton   that   i   need   to   add    here  .   scars  :  large   one   across   left   palm   from   smashing   a   bottle  .

♡     ◞        𝐷𝑂𝑆𝑆𝐼𝐸𝑅  , 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺 .  

big   three  :  scorpio   sun  ,   taurus   moon  ,   aries   rising  .   mbti  :   esfp  .    label  :  the   hellion  .   traits  :  boisterous  ,   haphazard  ,    selfish  ,   indulgent  .   character   inspo  :  damon   salvatore   (  tvd  )  ,   jennifer   check   (  jennifer’s   body  )  ,   mazikeen   (  lucifer  )  ,   jack   sparrow   (  pirates   of   the   carribean  )  .

♡     ◞        𝐷𝑂𝑆𝑆𝐼𝐸𝑅  ,    𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘭 .  

biological   father  :  braeden   wilkinson  .   occupation  :  tbd  .   biological   mother  :  nataly   wilkinson  .   occupation  :  tbd  .    siblings  :  tbd  .   

♡     ◞        𝑩𝑰𝑶𝑮𝑹𝑨𝑷𝑯𝒀  ,   𝘵𝘩𝘦   𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 .

raised   in   los   angeles   imani   always   knew   her   parents   had   great   expectations   for   her ,      namely   her   mother ,     nataly .      while   her   mom   tried   her   best   their   relationship   was   strained ,      though   if   there   was   one   thing   she’d   taught   her   daughter   it   was   to   take   shit   from   no   one .

prep   school   didn’t   do   much   for   the   only   daughter  to   reach   the   expectations   held   for   her ,     instead   she   rebelled   a   lot ,     pressed   a   lot   of   her   parents   buttons .

during   her   high   school   years   she   befriended   dax   hobbs   and   they   formed   a   band   called   the   pouges .      their   music   is   alternative ,      punk   rock   vibes .      they’ve   been   mentioned   as   the   hot   new   band   to   watch .

her   parents   divorce   was   hard   on   her   and   the   teenage   angst   made   her   volatile ,     of   course   her   mom’s   unobtainable   expectations   only   made   imani   resent   her   and   blame   her   for   the   divorce   even   though   it   was   amicable .

as   soon   as   imani   was   old   enough   she   moved   out   of   her   mom’s   and   used   her   earnings   from   music   to   rent ,     eventually   moving   into   the   penthouse   on   broadway   she’s   in   now .

while   music   is   her   main   focus   she   also   models   a   bit   which   is   where   she   met   her   ex ,     she   tends   to   gravitate   toward   more   editorial   shoots   and   prefers   creative   freedom   opposed   to   rigidity .

imani   also   has   a   large   solo   discography   and   still   writes   music   for   herself   when   she’s   not   writing   for   the   band .

♡     ◞        𝑴𝑶𝑹𝑬  ,   𝘵𝘩𝘦   𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴 .

imani   can   play   guitar ,      piano   and   drums ,     alongside   her   amazing   vocals .

you   can   often   find   her   partaking   in   something   creative   such   as   painting   on   her   balcony   at   sunrise   or   strumming   away   on   her   guitar .

is   very   emotion   focused   opposed   to   logic   and   tends   to   follow   her   heart   rather   than   her   head .

has   been   known   to   mastermind   some   epic   pranks ,      especially   on   her   bandmates .

doesn’t   care   much   for   the   rules   of   high   society   and   beats   to   her   own   drum .

[cryptidclaw]

Brightheart! she’s literally the best! 

I wish we could have seen her and Cinderpelt bond more as sisters who have both gone through traumatic injuries at a young age

alsooo, I gave her a fluffy mane like her dad Lionheart!

[Image ID: A digital drawing of Brightheart from Warrior Cats. She is standing with one paw slightly raised, she is smiling with her mouth open like she is talking. She is a big fluffy long furred white cat with orange tabby patches on her back, tail, and ears. She also has one orange front foot, a orange heart on her chest, and orange fluffy bangs. Her fur fluffs up like a mane around her neck and she has green eyes. She has a large scar covering the left side of her face, and her left eye is scared shut, the top of her left ear is torn off and her right ear has two smaller tears. She also has large bite mark scars on her back and a scar on her upper shoulder. Her inner ears scars and nose are all pink./End ID]

[prince-toffee]

I have such a specific design idea for adult Atreus/Loki that I have to talk through it with somebody.

Like I mentioned in another post, Loki's horns are inspired by Mimir's because Atreus always thought he looked cool. But the horns are also vines, they're a part of a helmet, so when the helmet opens up the horn-vines pull back running down his back. The entire armour he wears is made of 'plants' tree bark mostly, that he can move and manipulate to his fitting due to the Vanir plant magic Freya taught him over the years. Maybe he can absorb whichever tree he touches to repair the damaged pieces his armour after battle, and each tree gives him a different effect.

Maybe some moss on the tree bark as well, mushrooms and flowers growing from it. Maybe a mossy back from which he can grow mistletoe arrows.

He has a cape, more exactly Freya's feather cloak, which allows her to transform into a falcon. In Norse myths Loki steals it from her, in here she gifts it to him.

His helmet mask has a skeletal design in honour of his daughter Hel, who always felt freakish when other kids were scared of her because the left side of her face looked like that of a corpse. So in a small step of many by Atreus and Angrboda to try to normalise it in their lives he decided to wear her face proudly on his journeys. Atreus goes from land to land helping gods and mortals alike, so the face becomes a symbol of good rather than fear.

Under the helmet Atreus has plenty of scars. He grows out his hair (I love that voiceline in the game). He has a mirror tattoo of the one Kratos has, only in yellow, his mother's colour, and on the right, not left like Kratos. After a deadly confrontation, a Mjiolnir to the face or what not, the left side of his face becomes horrendously scared. He doesn't mind. He jokes to his worried daughter, 'Hey, at least we match now, right?' The conversation ends with a warm hug. Atreus is a big hugger and carrier, Hel barely walks on her own, he just carries her everywhere.

On his chest plate, near his heart, he wears the Huldra Brothers family brand. Sindri disapproves of course. But it's a constant reminder to Atreus of his failures, to be better.

He wears high-heels, which are light elf crystals so he can form light bridges wherever he walks. It'd be a fun mechanic if his block was a kick, where he kicks his leg high in the air and it creates a barrier as it trails the foot. Not married to this idea, but I think it's neat.

He'd obviously inherits the axe. But Leviathan is the name of Loki's wand/staff in Norse Mythology so maybe the axe is broken, and then reforged into a staff, and Sindri's forgiveness arc can be weaved in with that. His obviously still has his bow and arrows, maybe he can run a chunk of Mjolinir across the bow string to create weather-arrows, helps with watering crops.

It'd be neat if his fighting styles represented his 'children' Fenrir, Jormie, Hel. Sharp wolf claws on his fingers. Choke holds and strangulation (you know, like a snake). And then for Hel he just lifts up Baby Hel and her touch desingrates enemies on contact... or something, I don't know.

Anyway, bye!

[shiedagabe]

Fortunate Forgetfulness

Credit: Unknown (If you own this GIF please DM me so I can properly credit you)

Genre: Smut

Warning: NSFW / Blood Fetish

Pairing: L!Joker x Reader

Word Count: 1300

Today might've been the slowest day of your life. You sat behind the counter for countless hours waiting for costumers but nothing happened. The only people who actually came in the shop were either men in a rush or elderly people, but you didn't see anyone else. Did I forget something? You asked yourself. And then, when you finally looked outside, you noticed it - a huge fire coming from the hospital. It finally clicked. J went to visit Dent at his lowest point.

You immediately rang your boss but she didn't pick up the phone. You were desperate and anxious. Your foot was tapping rapidly on the floor and you were starting to hyperventilate faster and harder. Each rushing man that passed, ring from the phone and tap on the solid wooden floor left you more and more worried for your own sake. You were sure he was going to kill you. Sooner or later he would find out you weren't there and then you would finally learn the definition of pain. As soon as she picked up the phone with the sweetest "Hello?" you had ever heard you rapidly spewed an incomprehensible word diarrhea that neither her nor you understood. She immediately asked if you were alright to which you replied that you were simply worried sick for your significant other's well-being since he was in the hospital since the fire had started. You asked if you could take the day off so you could see if he was doing alright, to which she replied you should. Without hesitation, you put your apron down and rushed as fast as possible out of that store and immediately ran home. She was the sweetest person you had met and you would've considered her a good friend if not for the fact that you didn't see each other often.

As soon as you were standing in front of door you fumbled around for your keys but you couldn't find them. You must've left them at the store when you were heading home. But that didn't matter now, you weren't turning back. You shamefully knocked on the door and a very angry J answered it.

- You are two hours late. Where were you? - He said while looking directly into your eyes. You could feel your soul had given up and, at this point, was just admiting defeat.

- I was working. I'm sorry I forgot, J. It won't happen again, promise... - You replied in a tired and worn out voice.

- Oh trust me, this won't happen again, I'll make sure of it.

- Wait, what do you me-

Before you could reply you felt something knock you out. It wasn't him, he was completely still, but he wasn't worried about it, either.

You woke up and you were terrified. You were in a completely darkened room with nothing but a spotlight shining on your face. Suddenly, J came out of the shadows. He started walking towards you with a menacing stare. As soon as you tried to move your arm to stop him you noticed you were tied to a big wheel, like a ritualistic carnival.

- W-what're you doing?! - You were so scared you couldn't hear yourself think over the sound of your thumping heart. You know him well enough to understand that he'd be perfectly capable of doing something like this if he ever got uncontrollably mad.

- Welcome, to the wheel of fortune! - He laughed aloud as if he had an audience. - Due to um.. budgetary constraints it only has two sides. You'll have to figure them out on your own. Good luck! ‐ He maniacally cackled with malicious intent.

- No, no, no, wait! - You said before he turned the wheel with his hands. You could feel your blood rushing to your side and you were starting to feel lightheaded and dizzy. You tried to tell him to stop but you couldn't, your body was giving up on you extremely quickly.

As soon as you were about to pass out you felt a sharp knife land next to your head. You were so terrified you couldn't feel your heart pump anymore and you would have certainly reached for your pulse if you weren't tied to the wheel. He put you upright and removed the knife from the side of your head. You swore you thought it ripped out a couple of hairs.

- Congratulations! You're a um.. lucky winner!

- Great, j-just great. - You took a deep breath and calmed yourself down. - What do I get now?

He put the knife up to your cheek and scarred you without saying a word. He slowly started kissing and licking the scar, covering his lips with a delicious shade of red. He was dragging the knife up until he reached your lips. You slowly envelloped your lips and soon both of you had your lips covered in blood. You were simultaneously terrified and excited but you didn't know which one of the two you should feel right now. While you were kissing sensually he decided to move his hands down from your neck and into your tits. He started meticulously rubbing your nipples while he simultaneously grabbed you leg with his other hand. You had practically forgotten what had happened and the best part was yet to come.

He started moving his hand down on your waist, into your other leg and, finally, into your pussy. You weren't particularly wet after what had happened today but he sure was about to make you. While he laggardly rubbed your clit you were softly moaning and biting your lip in unadulterated pleasure. <More.> You whispered. You knew you were desperate and you couldn't stop yourself. You wanted to be his and at this point you would do anything for him. He started to move seductively while fingering you. He was slowly feeling your insides and you were absolutely delighted by it. You told him to stop for a second, muttering something in his ear which he followed to a T. He lowered the wheel and let your legs free by cutting the rope with the knife he was carrying earlier. You immediately wrapped his legs around his waist and were trying to pull him in but he was taking things a bit more slowly. He rubbed the tip of his dick against your wet pussy while laying on top of you. You were slowly kissing each other. However, while he was biting your lip, it started to bleed, so he started licking tenderly. Needless to say, that by itself got you got even more turned on. You scratched his back and pulled him in, biting his neck passionately. He knew this was the time to strike so he stuck his dick in you. That was it, that was when your chips were cashed. You felt nothing but pure ecstasy and you wanted much, much more. He started off slow but he quickly picked up the pace and, coincidentally, so did your breathing. With each thrust your mind was feeling more and more blank with thoughts about him. You could even say you felt overwhelmed now, but at the time you couldn't get enough of it. He grabbed both of your wrists and started thrusting harder. You always enjoyed it when he was serious around you, it left you more and more excited for what was about to come. He was kissing your neck and you were moaning as loud as you could. There were no restraints now, neither physical nor psychological. You freed one of your hands and you started intensely scratching his back again. That was a sure-fire way of showing him that you wanted everything he had to offer and more. And not only did he offer it, he also delivered. He gave everything he had to make you happy in that particular moment, even though he was the one in charge, still. J started to speed up even more even though you thought he was close to exhaustion and he was also starting to grab your hand extremely hard so you knew what was about to come. He was a big man, however, so he was starting to hurt you a little more than you had expected. You slowly pushed him away from you, got on your knees and started blowing him. He pushed your head straight into his base and came all over your mouth. You licked your lips in satisfaction and gave him a quick peck on the lips. You noticed that both of you had equally enjoyed that experience, regardless of that awkward start. And, if you haf to be honest, you'd like to try it again soon.