#since unsure of what backstory i like more lmao

[claire-starsword]

All of Alef’s dialogue. She is one of the few characters changed from the guide book, since there she’s said to be from East Rune instead of near Bustoke.

Also, “Vulpes” is an adaptation of the english version, in japanese she’s still a foxling. In the english manual she’s also still a foxling, so it wasn’t a very consistent thing.

[yamujiburo]

Got a few asks about what Pokemon I think Jessie and James would have if 1. they didn't just have the gacha machine and only caught Galarian Pokemon and 2. if they had the chance to go to Paldea

GALAR

Jessie: Sandaconda, Snom➡️Frosmoth, Impidimp➡️Morgrem

Sandaconda is a snake Pokemon. Jessie should be allowed to have all snake Pokemon. Period. Love the idea of her finding it and being unsure of what the hell she's looking at because it's all coiled up but upon it briefly uncoiling she falls in love.

Jessie should have had an Ice Type Pokemon at some point for real. Snow and ice play two big roles in her backstory (eating snow/growing up in a snowy location and her mother disappearing in an avalanche). Her having a lil Snom that's not particularly useful but that she grows to love would be so CUTE. They eat snow together!! Then I love the idea of her going from not thinking much of it to getting more and more attached to it over the series and then having it evolve to Frosmoth after some time (it'd remind her of her old friend Dustox)

Okay this one's gonna take a little explaining but I think it'd be so funny if at the same time, Jessie catches a Hatenna and James catches an Impidimp (mostly because Jessie wants the cute one). BUT Impidimp starts gravitating to Jessie because of her negative energy, which it feeds off of. She's much easier to prank and irritate than James, who's too much of a sweetheart and a little less susceptible to pranks. Jessie never finds out that Impidimp is the one pranking her but notices that it's taken a liking to her for some reason so she and James end up trading their Hattena and Impidimp with each other. It later evolves into Moregrem

James: Polteageist, Toxel, Hatenna➡️Hattrem

I think James is a tea lover, and enjoyed fancy teas when he was a child. Since he's a collector of bottlecaps and Pokeballs, I could see him also collecting teapots/teacups. Maybe they're in a haunted mansion one day and he grabs a teapot thinking it's a rare find but it's actually a Pokemon to his surprise. Also I think he deserves to have an Antique form, so it IS a rare find.

James having another baby Pokemon to fawn over like Mime Jr. would be so cute. It's an egg that the trio find but Jessie's too lazy to take care of it and Meowth's traumatized after the Togepi situation, not wanting to go through all that again. Toxel is born and it's James' everything. It's a bit bratty and constantly vying for his attention, usually by shocking and poisoning him but luckily James has built up an immunity to both those things thanks to Pikachu and Mareanie.

As stated before, James catches Impidimp initially but trades it for Jessie's Hatenna. Hatenna was NOT okay with the amount of emotions Jessie brought to the table and couldn't stand to be around her, often going to James who's much calmer between the two of them. Annoyed by it not liking her and finding that Impidimp DID like her, Jessie demands suggests a trade, which James is okay with as he's been growing attached to Hatenna. After it evolves into Hattrem, it starts (affectionately) smacking him whenever he shows too much emotion, carrying on the "James' Pokemon beat the shit out of him" legacy.

PALDEA

Jessie: Flittle➡️Espathra

Flittle just seems fitting for Jessie. She's always wanting a cute little baby Pokemon but funnily enough, never really gets one in the show. She absolutely pampers it and dresses it up. It eventually evolves into Espathra. Still being Jessie's mini-me, it often mimics her, particularly when Jessie's angry

James: Arboliva

Arboliva just feels like a Pokemon James would have LMAO. I think it'd be really sweet if after a particularly bad blast off, Arboliva finds Team Rocket and helps nurse them back to health even though they're mostly okay. They're grateful to it, James captures it and it continues to try mother all of them (in a less aggressive way than Bewear).

Shared: Scovillain

Listen. It'd be SO funny if Jessie and James shared a Pokemon. They see two Pokemon in the tall grass one day. A Pokemon with a red head and a Pokemon with a green head. Only having one Pokemon each at this time, they decide it's a good idea to catch another each. They throw their Pokeballs at the same time and the catch is successful! Just one problem. They find out the two Pokemon they tried to catch was actually just one Pokemon and they don't know which of the Pokeballs they threw was the one that actually caught it. They argue about it for quite a while but then agree to share custody. Leads to some funny scenarios where they're both trying to direct it in a battle. The red head prefers Jessie and the green head prefers James.

[saccharinesatoru]

You're not scared... are ya? (m)

Pairing: non-sorcerer Gojo Satoru/Geto Suguru x reader (afab)

Genre: Ghostface/Halloween  + Smut

Word count: 7k

Summary: You’ve always loved Halloween. But this year, you and your boyfriend, Suguru, are planning something a little spookier than usual… Who doesn’t love a good scare? You have to get in the Halloween spirit, right? Turns out, the trick is on you and the treats are for your boyfriend and his blonde-haired, blue-eyed friend who seems to like you a little more than a friend should… 

Warnings: uhhh i guess technically non-con…? It depends on how you look at it, i guess (let me know what you think so i can tag it appropriately), fingering (f receiving), oral (m and f receiving), throat f*cking, penetration (vaginal, f receiving), choking, knife play, blood play, biting and hickeys, threesome, kissing (satosugu (if you’re not down with that uh… sorry lmao maybe not the fic for you)), primal play, use of ghostface mask and chasing/hide and seek, degradation and praise, sensory deprivation/play (blindfolds, gags), bondage (f receiving)... i think that’s it lol oh and this is like 70% proof read I'm sorry I just wanted to get it out

A/N: sorry this is late ! i meant to have this out before halloween (at the very least), but the timing just didn’t work out

xx Jay

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Halloween was easily one of your favorite times of year.

You loved the autumn season in general. From the colors of the leaves to the cool chill in the air, October in general had a special place in your heart. And it certainly didn’t hurt that the brisk weather gave you an excuse to cuddle up with your boyfriend, not that you really needed another reason in the first place. 

There was another aspect of Halloween you loved, of course…

“No way,” Suguru states. “I’m not doing that.”

He didn’t even look up from his phone upon your horror movie reenactment request. He continued to type away on his phone, no doubt texting his white-haired best friend whom he’s questionably close to. In fact, before you two got together, you were fully convinced your now boyfriend was dating his best friend, Satoru. You even remember the laughs they each let out when you finally brought up the matter. 

After many questions asked, Suguru confirmed he was, in fact, single. And the rest was history. 

Funnily enough, Suguru later confessed to you during one drunken night that he hadn’t made a move on you originally since he thought Satoru was interested in you too. When you tried asking him about it the next day, unsure if the memory was fabricated, he said he didn’t know what you were talking about.

But you can’t imagine life any other way. Suguru truly was your other half.

There’s only one glaring difference between the two of you when it comes to the Halloween season…

“I’m not dressing up in some ghost mask thing and chasing you around the apartment in the dark.”

Your boyfriend, ever the dream-crusher, didn’t share your same passion for horror movies. 

“It’s ghostface, Suguru,” you correct. “And, come on, baby. Don’t you wanna make your lovely girlfriend’s dreams come true?” When in doubt, go for the guilt trip. 

He just lets out a sigh and looks up at the ceiling in disbelief. 

“Baby, if you’re having dreams like those, then I’ll be chasing you to a therapist’s office instead,” he laughs. “Besides, what’s the appeal in this so-called “ghostface” stalking in the first place? Is this the result of some sort of repressed trauma I don’t know about?”

“Haha, very funny,” you scowl. “But, no, this isn’t about some secret, horrifically painful backstory. Think of it as… primal play.”

His neck snaps back down and catches your gaze.

 “Primal play?” he asks you incredulously with a gleam in his eyes. “How come you’ve never told me about this little secret of yours, hm? Next thing I know, you’re gonna be telling me about some piss kink of yours.”

You slap his shoulder, and he laughs at your disgusted expression. 

“Hey!” He raises his hands in mock surrender. “You never know! Maybe you shouldn’t knock it ‘till you try it! You’ll just have to explore that side of your sexuality without me… some sort of solo piss-centric masturbation.”

Slapping his shoulder again, you pull away from his side and look him in the eye. “I can’t really explain it all that well, but the idea of being chased and the fear of getting caught…” you trail off and lean to whisper in his ear, “It gets me so wet that I’m dripping.”

You don’t need to look at his face to know his eyes widen and his mouth parts at your comment. You’ve got him right where you want him now. Based on the weighted silence as Suguru processes your words, you know he’s just about folded like a house of cards. Chase you around in a ghostface mask? Hell, he might even shave his head if you asked him too (not that you would ever want such a terrible thing).

“Okay,” Suguru breathes out shakily, picturing you sopping wet at the mere thought of the primal play kink. “So… how would we do this?”

And just like that, the plans for your primal play ghostface dream fell into place. 

Close to 9pm on Halloween, your boyfriend left your shared apartment and agreed to return in roughly fifteen minutes in which time you were to set up for the scene by moving all remotely sharp objects out of the way, changing into the appropriate clothing, turning off the lights, and finding a place to hide. By the time the fifteen minutes were up, you would be receiving a phone call from your boyfriend. 

Once you had rearranged the apartment and changed into much shorter, might tighter clothes, you began turning the lights off around the shared space. However, you were startled when you heard a knock on the door. Confused, you walked over slowly and looked through the peephole. 

You let out a sigh and open the door to find Satoru before you. 

“Hey, Satoru,” you greet quickly. “Now’s not really a good time. Suguru and I-”

Satoru, eyes still glued to his phone, interrupts you, “Oh, yeah, I’m here to see him, actually.” 

You click your tongue at his rudeness. When it comes to moments like these, you remember why you choose to believe that Suguru’s drunken confession of Satoru’s underlying feelings for you had to be false. There are times when Satoru treats you more like a doormat than an actual person- let alone the girlfriend of his best friend. Although it does make you question if Satoru really did have feelings for you boyfriend after all… 

“No, Satoru, you don’t understand,” you begin. “Suguru and I have something… planned. He’ll be back soon, but we’re staying in tonight alone.” You be sure to emphasize the last part of your sentence. 

He finally looks up from his phone, and his jaw drops slightly as his eyes rake over your body. His brilliant blue eyes take in your bra-less chest covered by what has to be the world’s shortest crop top with your nipples poking against the fabric of the shirt. His eyes fall to your tiny skirt that hugs your hips tightly and doesn’t even reach midthigh. For the first time since you met the lanky menace, he’s actually speechless. You wave a hand in front of his face to snap him out of his trance-like state. 

“Satoru?” you question. “Did you hear what I just said?”

He closes his mouth and gulps before making eye contact with you. If you had paid closer attention, you would have noticed the bulge in his jeans grow larger just from the mere look of you.

Shaking his head, he puts his phone away in his back pocket. He clears his throat before asking, “What were you saying?”

You roll your eyes at his behavior. 

He’s a complete jerk when he interacts with you normally but now he’s gawking at your appearance? Makes sense why he can’t get a girlfriend. And it’s not like he’s about to pull Suguru as a boyfriend since he’s long off the market. Part of you wants to rub that in Satoru’s face whenever he acts up like this. 

“Suguru isn't home right now, but he will be soon. Once he gets here, he and I have plans. So, respectfully, you need to leave.” you reiterate with more force this time to fully get the point across. 

A.K.A. Fuck off, Satoru.

He scoffs at your attitude (as if it isn’t 100% warranted) and turns around to leave. “Fine,” he sighs in annoyance as if your simple request was a burden. “Tell him I stopped by, and next time…” His eyes meet yours again and a smirk is painted on his irritatingly handsome face. “Maybe wear more clothes when you answer the door. You never know what kind of perverts might be lurking around.”

You smile awkwardly at the comment and finally close the door, letting out a sigh. You thought he’d never leave. 

You jolt when your phone starts ringing and dash around the apartment to turn off the rest of the lights and scurry to your hiding place. Once you’ve quickly collected yourself, you answer the phone. 

“Hello?” you speak, excitement already on the rise at the thought of what’s in store for tonight. 

A dark, muffled voice through a voice modulator on the other end asks, “What’s your favorite scary movie?”

Smiling at the iconic line, you grip your phone a little tighter and hum, “I don’t know if I can pick just one. I love horror movies.”

You hear a chuckle. “Really? And why’s that, princess?”

Your cheeks heat up at the use of the pet name- not in the original script but still making you weak in the knees. 

“Hm… There’s just something about the feeling of being scared… To be honest, it gets more more worked up than it should.”

Your ears perk up when you hear the apartment door unlock, and you carefully peer around the room from your hiding spot in search of your masked boyfriend. Perhaps it’s because you’re in the dark, but he’s nowhere in sight. 

“Well, you’re in luck tonight, princess.” the silky voice practically purrs. “Because I’m about to give you a scare you’ll never forget.”

The line drops, and you listen closely for any sounds of movement throughout the apartment. You finally hear shuffling down the hall from your hiding spot and prepare yourself for the chase should you be caught.

“Come out, come out wherever you are,” he sings, still utilizing the voice modulator to add to the horror element.

Eventually, your boyfriend steps into the room and proceeds to hum a song under his breath as he slowly looks around the room. Seconds feel like hours as you hold your breath, ready to dart away from your hiding spot if need be. You attempt to lean forward carefully- emphasis on “attempt” because a wooden plank beneath you groans at your small movement. 

His neck snaps toward you, and you can tell that even with that mask, he makes direct eye contact with you. You let out a little yelp as you dive out of the way of his attack. He’s on the ground after his attempted grab, and you rush out of the room in search of another hiding place throughout your apartment. 

You finally settle in a new spot and cover your mouth with your hand to silence your harsh breathing. It isn’t long before your boyfriend enters the room again and begins searching. 

“Fuck,” he exhales, “I can practically track you by smell alone, princess. You must be soaked, huh?”

You push your thighs together in a desperate attempt to pleasure yourself from the friction alone. It’s obviously not enough, but it’ll have to do as your boyfriend chases you through the apartment while dressed as a serial killer. 

“What a dirty little slut you are…” your boyfriend calls out, taunting you. “All this hiding and chasing has you worked up pretty good, huh? Why don’t you just come on out and let me take care of that problem for you, yeah?”

As tempting as the offer sounds, you remain silent and watch from your spot behind the furniture.

“No?” he asks in faux confusion. “Then I guess we’ll just have to do this the hard way. I love a good hunt.”

Surprisingly, you’re able to move to another hiding place quietly right as he was about to find you. Your luck ran out when you realized that in your search through the dark, you had ended up in the bedroom which only left two spaces to hide: under the bed or in the closet. 

“Fuck me,” you whisper in anger. “Could this be any more predictable?”

You quickly weigh your options and opt to slide underneath the bed quietly. Not too long after, your boyfriend walks leisurely into the room. This truly seems like a game to him. And here you were thinking he would be more timid since he had never engaged in any sort of similar roleplay before. 

He peeks around the room, giving it a mere once-over before stepping out. Thank god.

He really believed there’s no way you would be dumb enough to hide in such horrible spots. You’re both relieved and also offended in a way. 

There’s no time to contemplate further when hands wrap around your ankles and pull you from under the bed, making you scream. Once you’re fully emerged, he flips you over on your back and pins you on the floor of your bedroom. 

“Hiding under the bed?” he coos. “Princess, for someone who watches a lot of horror movies, I would have hoped you’d be smarter than that.”

“Get off me!” you shout. 

Even though you’re pretending to fight back, you know full well that even if you were trying with all your strength to push him off, he could still easily manipulate your body. 

“Oh, but this is what you wanted, right?” he asks as he reaches beside him and grabs one of his belts off the dresser. “Completely, utterly helpless.”

He makes quick work of your wrists, binding them together expertly with his belt. The belt wasn’t meant to be a part of the scene, but fuck was it hot. 

Once your hands are bound, he removes both of his black gloves and tosses them to the side. He brings his now bare hands to your collar bones that show from above your flimsy crop top. His cold hands brush against your skin, and he lifts up the fabric between his fingers. 

“This,” he begins. “is getting in the way.”

In the blink of an eye, he’s reaching into his pocket and brings out a switchblade. He cuts the clothes off of your body while you lay there in shock. 

“A switchblade?” you ask in confusion. “Suguru, where did you get a switchblade? That wasn’t part of our scene-”

He cuts you off by shoving his fingers in your mouth. 

“The only thing I wanna hear from this whore mouth is moaning, whining, and pleading,” he states firmly. “Or can a doubt slut like you not understand that?”

Your eyes are practically bulging out of your head. Not only did Suguru whip out a legitimate weapon (which neither one of you had planned), but he was talking to you in a way he had never done before. It was crude, cruel, and harsh. It was something you had never heard from him… but it was turning you on so much that you couldn’t even bring yourself to question the change in behavior. He removes his fingers from your mouth, now covered in your drool, and opts for shoving his discarded gloves into your mouth instead, effectively shutting you up.

“No bra, hm?” he questions as he runs the blade down your bare chest. “Good. Those nipples look even better bare anyways.”

Dragging the knife’s edge along your breast, you hiss as he draws faint amounts of blood. He lets out a groan at the sight and pinches one of your nipples with his free hand. You whine around his fingers at the dual sensation, pleasure and pain. Your wrists pull at your confines, and you feel the leather dig into your skin. 

Abandoning your chest, he moves his free hand lower down your body until he reaches the end of your skirt. With a quick flick of his wrist, he’s pulled up the fabric to reveal your bare cunt, glistening with arousal. Even in the darkened room, you know he can see your wetness. 

“And no panties too?” your boyfriend groans at the sight. “Well, it must be my lucky day. This pretty pussy was calling my name from the beginning, huh?”

Had you been more lucid, you may have furrowed your eyebrows in confusion at his statement, considering you had mentioned to him before the scene what you planned on wearing. The thought flew out of your mind when you felt his long fingers collect your slick and move against your folds. You whine at the movement and try to clench your thighs shut at the for more friction.

“Nuh uh,” he practically sings and shoves your legs apart. “You’re gonna take what I give ya, and you’re gonna like it.”

At that, he plunges two fingers into you suddenly, not even giving time to adjust to the intrusion before he’s built a rapid pace. Your squeal is muffled by the black fabric shoved inside your mouth, but your sounds still echo throughout the apartment. You’re certain you’ll get noise complaints tomorrow- not that you cared.

While his middle and pointer fingers continue their brutal speed inside you, he brings his thumb upward to draw small circles on your clit which has you moaning impossibly louder. Your brain feels scrambled already; Suguru’s touch plus the anticipation of what’s to come has you shaking. 

“Who knew such a quiet, well-mannered little girl could be such a fucking slut,” he states with mock surprise. “Guess it just took some good finger–fucking to bring out your true self, huh?”

Even if you weren’t gagged, you wouldn’t be able to respond. The speed at which he fingers you has you delirious, and if you weren’t so laughably fucked out already, you’d be embarassed with how quickly you felt your climax approaching. Suguru feels you tighten around his fingers and laughs cruelly at you. 

“Gonna cum so soon? I thought a common whore like you would have built up a tolerance for someone touching this cunt…Guess not.” he laughs again.

 You can practically envision the sarcastic pout on his face from his tone. 

“But that’s more than fine by me, princess,” he says darkly and ups the pace on your clit. “Because I’m gonna have you cumming so much that you forget about any other man aside from me.”

The possessiveness in his tone sends you spiraling over the edge and you clench firmly around his fingers as your pitiful moans attempt to spill from the make-shift gag. 

Once you come down from your high, you’re met with your boyfriend holding up a blindfold to your face. You widen your eyes a bit at his actions since he hasn’t mentioned anything to you about using blindfolds when you were planning your scene. He’s certainly taking some creative liberties that stray from your original plans as well as the original Scream movie script. 

“What?” he cocks his head to the side, and you imagine his smirk beneath the mask. “Don’t tell me you’re afraid of the dark.”

You glare at him, still blinking back tears in your eyes from your recent and powerful orgasm. You try to speak, but the words are lost in the gag. He probably rolls his eyes as he sighs and pulls the fabric from your mouth. 

You take a deep breath upon being freed from your muzzle and dare him, “Do your worst.” 

He chuckles at the taunt. “You’re gonna regret that, sweetheart.”

He makes quick work of wrapping the blindfold around your eyes tightly, and you’re consumed by the darkness of the fabric. After he’s made sure you can’t see anything, you hear some ruffling of fabric, and you assume he’s removed parts of the ghostface costume. He’s silent for a movement, and you’re about to call out for him before you feel the familiar sensation of a blade along your thighs. You hear him groaning at the sight of you twitching and whining. Hissing at the sharpness of the blade, you feel some blood begin to trickle down your thighs. Leaning in, your boyfriend licks up the warm, red liquid with his tongue. 

You gasp at the filthy action and shamefully feel yourself grow even more wet. 

Before you have time to fully comprehend the dirtiness of your boyfriend’s actions, he latches his tongue to your soaking cunt, and you practically scream at the feeling. Your boyfriend has always been good with his mouth, but tonight feels… different. You can’t quite put your finger on what it is, but he’s displaying this near savage, depraved behavior that you had never seen from him before. You’re not sure if it’s for the scene or the holiday itself, but it’s turning you on in ways you had never experienced before. 

“Fuck, Suguru, that feels so good,” you whine. He lands a harsh slap on your cunt and you yelp. He practically growls against your pussy, and the vibrations ripple throughout your body, causing you to clench your toes and whine helplessly. 

You want so badly to run your fingers through his luscious hair, but the belt pinning your arms above your head keeps your hands firmly in place. 

Your body starts to shake as the sensations grow stronger once he attaches his mouth to your clit and sucks aggressively at the bundle of nerves. His hands grab hold of your hips and pull your lower body back onto the ground to keep you in place to experience the full intensity of his mouth on your mound. You clench your eyes shut and your face scrunches up as the pleasure increases and the knot in your stomach grows tighter. 

Aside from his groans, your boyfriend remains quiet. Although he’s usually quite verbal and talks you through the pleasure, your boyfriend’s uncharacteristic silence actually turns you on. It sounds sick, but it makes you feel more like an object for him to use rather than his girlfriend. 

“Oh!” you gasp as he shoves his fingers back inside you again. His skilled tongue coupled with his long fingers has your mind reeling. “I’m close! I’m so close, baby”

He moans again against your pussy and uses his free hand to drag his fingers along the shallow cuts he made on your thighs. You hiss at the feeling and feel your orgasm crash on you, making you moan so loudly you’re sure your throat will be raw tomorrow. 

Your legs are trembling as you come down from your high. Your voice is shaky as you mutter with a dopey, fucked out smile, “You always know how to drive me crazy, Suguru.”

He chuckles darkly at your comment and your blood runs cold when you hear in a cocky voice ask, “Crazy, huh?”

You freeze at the sound of the voice.

That’s not Suguru.

“What- what the fuck?” you yell. “Who the fuck are you? Get away from me!”

The stranger laughs again. “What? You don’t recognize me?” He leans in real close to whisper in your ear, “You’re telling me you’re not as obsessed with me as I am with you?”

Your eyes bulge impossibly wider as you recognize the voice of the man. 

“S-Satoru…?” you question in a meek tone. 

“Ding, ding, ding! We have a winner!” He jokes with a dangerous undertone. He caresses your face softly, and you flinch away at the contact. He sighs in disappointment. “What’s the matter, princess? You were crazy over me a few moments ago. You said so yourself.”

You pull at your restraints and shout, “Let me go!”

Although you can’t see, you assume he rolls his eyes as he covers your mouth with his large hand. He speaks with a calm tone, dismissive of your fear and confusion. “I don’t get what the big deal is, really. I mean, Suguru and I share just about everything. Why are you the exception?”

You wiggle aggressively under his touch and he sighs before lifting his hand. 

“What’s wrong with you? I’m Suguru’s girlfriend. I’m not some toy for you to play with. Now let me go!” you demand. 

Satoru scoffs at your comment. “Ugh, it’s always the same thing from you. Suguru this and Suguru that… How bout you show me a little love, huh?”

You can tell he’s smirking based on the tone of his voice. You continue to struggle to undo the binds restricting your hands. You try yelling for help, desperate for your someone- anyone- to come to your rescue. 

Satoru just stares at your pathetic attempts to escape. Before you know it, his hand slaps your cheek, making you gasp. You feel your skin tingle as the aftermath of the hit. 

Tears well up in your eyes as you cry out, “Where is Suguru?”

Suddenly, a warmer set of hands run up your arm. Your breath hitches at the touch, unsure what to expect next. 

You gasp again as someone leans in and whispers in your ear, “Looking for me, darling?”

Honestly, you could cry tears of joy at this point. “Suguru!” you yelp. “Suguru, please get me out of here!” Expecting to be freed from your confines, you wait for a moment before you hear your boyfriend chuckle. 

“Are you sure that’s what you want, baby?” he whispers. “You seemed to be enjoying yourself when another man was between those thighs. Satoru is quite skilled with his tongue, isn’t he?”

In another world, you would have asked how Suguru knew just how well Satoru moved his tongue, but your brain is too cloudy to question his statement. As fucked up as it is, you press your thighs together slightly at his comment. You try to be discreet so as to not give away how much the situation secretly turned you on, but both men caught the not-so-subtle movement and shared a smirk. 

Satoru began massaging your thighs lightly and swiped up a bit of the remaining blood to bring to his lips. He moaned at the taste. He swore that every part of you tasted good. 

Suguru spoke softly, “If you don’t want to continue, we understand…” he began. “But based on how desperate you are to have the sweet little pussy of yours touched, I’d say you want both of us.”

You couldn’t help the whimper that escaped your lips at your boyfriend’s words. Sure, Satoru was attractive. Hell, attractive would be an understatement. He and Suguru looked like they were sculpted by gods. But never in a hundred years did you imagine you’d fuck your boyfriend’s best friend. 

“You know your safeword, darling,” Suguru reminded you. “We won’t go any further unless you want to.”

You thought about it. On one hand, you should be beyond pissed for this fucked up “stunt” they pulled. But on the other hand… you couldn’t deny how much you wanted to try Satoru’s cock.

The idea of taking them both at the same time practically had your mouth watering. 

You gulped and muttered, “Y-yes.”

Satoru just raised an eyebrow and smirked. “Yes what?”

Whining, you spoke, “Yes, please.”

Both men looked at each other with sadistic smiles. That was the only sign they needed. They both understood the goal: ruin you. 

Suguru pulled the blindfold off you and tossed it to the side. “As much fun as that sensory deprivation was, I wanna see your whole face when we fuck you dumb.”

Satoru groans at the idea, “Fuck, I bet that pretty face of yours looks even better when your eyes are rolling back and your drooling from our cocks.”

Blushing at the comment, you try to turn away to hide your face. Suguru just laughs and grabs your chin, making you meet his gaze. ‘Oh, no you don’t,” he chuckled. “There’s nowhere to hide now, baby.”

He lets go of your chin and begins to strip his clothing. He pulls his shirt over his head and then swiftly removes his pants and boxers. His cock is already rock solid, and you try to conceal your whimper at the sight. Suguru hears you anyway and laughs at your desperation. 

You turn your face toward Satoru when you see him stripping out of the corner of your eye. Your eyes widen as he removes his clothes. 

Fuck.

Although your boyfriend’s cock may be thicker, Satoru’s is definitely longer. You almost scoff when you see how good he looks. Of course his cock would be as pretty as the rest of him is. He catches you ogling him and shoots you a wink. 

Before you realize what’s happening, your boyfriend lifts you up and puts you on your hands and knees to face him. He pumps his cock a few times as he looks down at your eager face and saliva soaked lips. He just laughs at your presses and teases your mouth with his thick cock. 

“You gonna be a good girl for me?” he asks with a mocking pout. You hum as confirmation s you focus on his cock in front of you. Out of nowhere, you whine when he grabs your hair and tugs your face upward so your eyes meet his. “Remember your manners, baby. Look at me when I’m talking to you, yeah?”

You blink repeatedly and nod quickly. He scoffs at the action and speaks, “Words.”

You snap out of your daze and reply, “Yes, Suguru.”

He smiles at you and relaxes his firm grip on your hair. “Alright then, baby.” He exhales and caresses your face with his free hand. “Get to work.”

Wasting no time, you dive right in and take his cock in your mouth. His precum is sweet on your tongue and you suck thoroughly at the tip. He groans above you but clicks his tongue when you linger too long on the head. You take more of him in your mouth and begin to bob your head. 

You find a good rhythm with your mouth and tongue, but your gasp is muffled by Suguru’s cock when you feel something press against the lips of your pussy. Behind you, you hear Satoru groan. “Fuck,” he mutters in awe. “You’re so fucking wet that you’re dripping.”

You blush at his comment but don’t have much time to think about it before Satoru rams his cock into you. You would have screamed if it weren’t for Suguru beginning to gently fuck your mouth. 

Fuck, Satoru is huge. 

You already knew that from seeing him, but he feels impossibly larger now that he’s buried in your cunt. He lets out a loud moan at the feeling of your pussy wrapped around his cock and stills for a moment to collect himself. He hisses at your tightness. “If I knew you were this tight, I wouldn’t have waited so long to fuck you.” he confesses as he picks up his pace. “Hell, I would have taken you before Suguru did.”

Sweat begins to form around his hairline as he picks up his pace of fucking your throat. “Ha,” your boyfriend scoffs at his best friend. “Fat fucking chance. This golden pussy has been mine since day one. Isn’t that right, baby?”

Even if your mouth weren’t filled to the brim, you wouldn’t have been able to answer from how good it feels with Satoru fucking you. You just whine at his question. Your answer doesn’t seem to satisfy your boyfriend because he pulls out of your mouth abruptly and pumps his cock in front of you instead. You whine at the sudden loss and lick your lips to collect any remaining precum, desperate for another taste. 

“I asked you a question,” Suguru glared. “Don’t tell me you’re so cock drunk already that you can’t answer a simple question.”

You whimper at his statement and shake your head in an attempt to clear your mind and reply. When you finally open your mouth to respond, Suguru cuts you off by shoving his cock into your mouth once more. You choke at the sudden intrusion and try to maintain your breathing. You already feel lightheaded enough from the pleasure, but now the lack of oxygen is making your head even more fuzzy. 

Satoru begins fucking you with a fast and aggressive pace, moaning loudly at how good you feel. His cock reaches parts of you you didn’t even know you had. You moan around Suguru’s cock, and the vibrations add to his pleasure. He lets out a groan and fucks your throat with more intensity than he ever has before, as if to claim you in front of Satoru. 

“Ha. Trying to show off?” Although out of breath, Satoru scoffs at the sight. “Well, two can play that game.”

Satoru rams his cock into you with such power that it has you choking on Suguru’s cock even more and your eyes bulge at the sensation. You feel stuffed in a way you never have before. You thought the pleasure couldn’t get any better until Satoru reached between your thighs and began rubbing your clit in quick, circular motions. 

If you weren’t choking on your boyfriend’s cock, you would have screamed so loud that the cops may have been notified. Your moans and whines are muffled by Suguru, but you’re loud regardless. 

You look up at Suguru and make eye contact with the man. He laughs a bit, out of breath as well. 

“G-good girl, baby.” he stutters and moans. “You’re doing so good for me.”

You blush at the praise. Even when you’re being fucked dumb by two men, your boyfriend always knows how you make you feel special. 

Glancing downward, you see his stomach clenching and you know he’s close. You take a deep breath through your nose, and you push your mouth down to the base of his cock, gagging. He grabs the back of your head and holds you down for a few moments before letting you back up for air. As soon as you get a breath, he’s pushing you back down again. Tears are streaming down your cheeks at this point, partially because of your boyfriend’s large cock choking you but also because of Satoru’s unforgiving pace as he fucks you into the mattress. 

When you think things couldn’t get any hotter, you turn your head slightly to see Suguru lean forward, grab Satoru by the hair, and pull him into a searing kiss. You whine loudly at the sight.

Guess they really did have feelings for each other. 

Satoru whimpers and deepens the kiss. He brings one hand to Suguru’s hair to tug on the silky strands and pushes his tongue into his mouth. The kiss is messy and some of the spit from it drips onto your back. As Suguru pulls away from the blue-eyed boy, you feel Suguru’s pace stutter, he lets out a loud groan, and his hot cum fills your mouth. You choke again as the warm substance spills down your throat and overflows from your mouth. Suguru’s panting as he comes down from his high, but he grabs your chin before you can swallow his load. 

“Nuh uh,” he chuckles, “Open the mouth wide for me, baby.”

You do as he says and widen your mouth, drops of his cum dripping down your chin. He leans down, spitting into your open mouth. Your eyes roll back at the action and you whine. Laughing breathlessly at your response, he closes your mouth gently and hums, “Swallow every last drop, baby.” he smiles again with a devilish look in his eyes. “You’ve earned it.”

Following his instructions, you swallow his cum and open your mouth to show him you followed his orders to which he smiles at. Before you could close your mouth, you let out a particularly loud cry as Satoru hits your sweet spot, and he has you seeing stars. You’re too out of it to realize that Suguru has collected with his fingertip the cum that leaked from your lips. He brings his cum-covered finger to Satoru’s lips and while Satoru’s mouth falls open with a moan, Suguru promptly shoves his finger into Satoru’s mouth. 

The white-haired man widens his eyes in shock, but hums as he licks the salty substance off Suguru’s fingers. Satoru leans in close to you and whispers in your ear, “I’ve gotta say, your boyfriend tastes pretty good…” he pauses. “But he doesn’t taste as good as you.”

You gasp at his statement, and he leans in closer with his chest against your back. He’s so deep and so rough that it feels as if he’s fucking you like he’ll never get laid again. His desperation for you is dizzying. The idea that you have this man wrapped around your finger makes you impossibly more aroused. To think that the man who acted like he hated your guts was now whining and moaning shamelessly from being in your guts was a concept that made you weak. 

He groans behind you and looks crazed. “Oh, now that I’ve had this pussy, I’m never letting you go.”

Your boyfriend rolls his eyes at Satoru’s comment as he watches the scene unfold in front of him. He’d let Satoru have his fun now, but you knew who you belonged to when all is said and done. And he also knew that Satoru was just as much a desperate whore for him as you are. 

You whimper at Satoru's relentless pace, and Satoru manhandles you into a different position. You’re now lying on your back with your legs raised and pressed against your chest. You scream at the new angle, and his cock is repeatedly hitting your sweet spot with every rough thrust of his cock. 

“Yeah, that’s it, princess,” he coos. “Take everything that I give ya.”

You can’t help but whimper at the praise. His fingers find your clit again and continue to stimulate the nub. A scream escapes you when he pinches your clit between his fingers. Although he’s panting, he manages to let out a dark chuckle at your reaction. 

“You like pain?” Satoru asks with a smirk although he already knows the answer. He knows you're too cock drunk to respond as you’re muttering nonsense and stuttering over your words. He leans closer to whisper in your ear so that Suguru can’t hear. “Well, Daddy can give you all the pain you want.”

Even in your dumb and delirious state, your eyes widen as you process his words and you whine loudly. You didn’t even know you had a daddy kink until Satoru uttered those words. All you knew was that you felt like you were going to explode at the rate Satoru was fucking you and that you were going to die if you didn’t cum soon. 

Laughing cockily at your reaction, Satoru brings his hand to your neck and squeezes tightly. His grip effectively cuts off most of your oxygen, and it has you seeing even more stars than you were a moment ago due to his fat cock. 

He pulls his hand away for a moment, making you whimper at the loss and wish his hand was still wrapped around your throat. Instead, he leans down and leaves bite after bite and hickey after hickey all over your neck and chest, effectively covering you in red marks. His smile is almost manic as he examines his work. In that moment, you’re just a doll for him to fuck, just a canvas for him to paint on. And if he weren’t planning on filling your little pussy to the brim with cum, he’d have painted your body with his load instead alongside the marks he’d left. Just as quickly as it left, he brings his hand back to your throat and practically chokes you. His other hand continues the never ending abuse on your clit, the bundle of nerves desperate for relief. 

Suguru raises an eyebrow at the scene, intrigued. He wasn’t ever that rough with you. But based on the look on your face, the tears in your eyes, and the drool from your lips, he knows that next time he fucks you, he’ll be sure to give it to you even rougher than Satoru. There’s no way he’s going to let his best friend brag about fucking you better. No one knows your pussy like your boyfriend does. He sits in a chair beside the bed and watches the two of you as his cock grows hard again. 

Satoru swears he’s never had better pussy in his life. How did he ever cum before your tight cunt was sucking him in? One thing’s for certain: Satoru’s not about to say goodbye to your pretty face and soaking wet cunt- not now or ever. He swears at the sensation and whines when he feels you tighten even more around him, signaling how close your orgasm is. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you manage to moan, tears freely flowing down your face. Satoru’s eyes darken at the sight and leaned over to collect the knife once more, releasing your throat. He brought the knife down to your boobs and made small cuts near the nipples. You let out a cry at the pain mixed with pleasure. Satoru then leans down and wraps his mouth around your nipple, using his tongue to suck the blood. “Oh my god,” you sob.

This sends you over the edge and you scream at the feeling of Satoru’s cock impaling you coupled with the sensation of pain on your chest. You’re sobbing now as Satoru continues this brutal thrusts, desperately chasing his own orgasm. “Fuck!” He curses loudly before he shoots his cum deep inside your cunt, and you scream once again at the pleasure. “Take it all, princess. You don’t wanna disappoint Daddy, do ya?”

You shiver and whine at his words. Satoru takes multiple deep breaths before he nearly collapses on top of you, and you’re both breathing heavily like you’ve run a marathon. You whimper as you feel him paint your insides white, and you wince when Satoru pulls out. Even in his post-climax daze, he looks at your pussy in awe as he watches his cum spill from your swollen pussy. You’re shocked out of your fucked out state when you hear your boyfriend clapping slowly as he walks across the room toward you both. 

“That was quite the show, Satoru.” Suguru whistles as he reaches the bed and stands beside you. You gulp as you look downward and see his solid length, as intimidating and hard as ever. Satoru looks up and meets Suguru’s gaze, a pussy drunk look on his face with blush to match. 

Your boyfriend smirks before yanking you toward him and spanking your pussy, making you yelp and quiver. “But I think I should show you how it’s really done.”

A Halloween with plenty of tricks and treats.

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Fatal Flaw - Tate Langdon

Word Count: 3.7k

Summary: She loved him, that was her flaw. He loved her, that was his strength. But it wasn't strong enough to prevent the darkness from consuming him.

WARNINGS: swearing, self-harm mention, gu.n violence, major death. this is some HEAVY shit, heavy enough I censored some of it juuuuust in case

A/N: idk i felt like Apocalypse just tried to justify Tate for fan service, so I wrote this as like a challenge for myself lol. Could I give Tate a backstory to actually make him a victim from beginning to end? Also idr where larry was when Tate set him aflame so now it was in the house lmao. this fic puts emphasis on the house being "evil", meaning an entity pulling the strings

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People say it’s unlikely for high school sweethearts to stay together.

To get married, have kids, grow old together.

It’s unlikely. 

But Tate was different.

He was everything she had ever wanted. Attractive, poetic, with a sensitive side, and rough around the edges. He had his issues, but she had hers.

Everyone has issues, so why be stuck on his?

Tate wasn’t happy. 

He was constantly in his dark, gloomy world, his certified therapist being the equally dark and gloomy Kurt Cobain. And just like Kurt Cobain, Tate had his fun side. His chaotic but endearing personality that one just had to pry a little bit to find.

Y/N was the one to make the first move.

He sat quietly in the back of class a lot, headphones connected to his discman as he stared out the window off into the school’s courtyard. For some reason, Y/N had taken a liking to him, because, well, look at him. He was gorgeous. 

Most girls at school didn’t pay him any mind, he was almost… invisible to them. But if he was a bit more outspoken, she was sure girls would flock to him. 

But no, he was invisible, and no one cared for him. No one acknowledged him.

But Y/N was different. Tate was different. 

She wanted to know him. 

So one morning before class started, she took the seat next to him. “Hey,”

Nothing.

Reaching out, she tugged on the wire of his headphones, making him jump, “What the hell?” he grumbled. 

“I’m Y/N,” 

He had glared at her, but then it changed to the ghost of a smile. Girls don’t usually pay attention to him. In general, most people didn’t. 

“Tate,”

It didn’t take long for the two of them to start dating. Within a few weeks, they were attached at the hip. He had told her his whole life story, which shouldn’t have been so detailed, as a then-sixteen year old. 

He told her about his relationship with his mother and how he hated her. She made him feel worthless. He told her about her new boyfriend and how he hated him too. How he had three siblings but lost two of them. He showed her his scars, and she initially panicked, unsure how to react. 

She had reached out, and when he thought she was going to make a whole show of kissing the scars on his wrists, he instinctively put his hands behind his back, saying, “Don’t you fucking dare,” which garnered a “sorry” from her, and he had laughed. She laughed too. 

But the thoughts began getting worse. 

A dark fantasy. He thought about it quite often. Something about it just felt so right to him. There was something so poetic and beautiful about the action. The looks on everyone’s faces. The splatter of ruby all over the walls. 

He could turn the school into a perfect canvas. 

That’s what the voices told him, anyway. The voices told him that this was best. The same voices that told him to end it all. The same voices he heard every time he had picked up the blade. 

He really was going to end it all. That’s what the voices had wanted. That’s what they had been telling him ever since he was forced to move into this awful home.

But how could he? He had Y/N. She was everything to him. Everything he could ever want, all he even had. 

So the voices implanted a new idea in his head. 

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His mother was yelling at her new boyfriend about something. He wasn’t sure what. 

She was yelling up a storm, and he sat curled up on his bed, trying to block it out with his usual medicine: Nirvana. 

Then why did her shouts seem so amplified? Why did it sound like she was right inside his room, yelling at him? 

You should do it tomorrow.

“No,” he said loudly into the quiet room, barking back at the voice only he could hear, “I don’t want to.”

It would be such a wonderful sight.

“No it won’t! There’s nothing nice about-about blood and de-death!” he stuttered out, suddenly feeling a headache form. He rubbed at his temples, trying to calm his thoughts. He could hear the door slam and he looked out the window, seeing both Larry and Constance storming out, walking in different directions.

Imagine Y/N, laid out on the floor, the blood around her head like a halo. Doesn’t that sound beautiful? Her eyes open wide, the life drained out of them.

Tate’s eyes widened and he stood up angrily, “Stay away from her!” he shouted, hands balled into fists by his sides. “I won’t let you touch her! No no no!” Raising a balled fist, he punched the wall, the connection causing his knuckles to burn. 

You can’t hurt me, Tate.

“Fuck you!” he kicked the wall next, repeatedly. Over and over again. “Fuck you! Fuck you! I won’t let you have her!”

This house wanted his girlfriend dead. He wouldn’t allow it. He won’t let this house take away the only thing that was keeping him sane. The only reason his scars were beginning to fade. 

And so he grabbed a gallon of gasoline and a lighter from the garage. 

You really think that’s going to do anything, Tate?

“Shut the hell up,” he grumbled, uncapping the jug.

I’ll still be with you. I’ll always be with you.

“Suck dick,” it didn’t even occur to him that he was talking to a house. He went to pour the contents of the jug all over the floor when he suddenly heard a door open. The front door.

“Constance? You home?” the voice called out. Larry, the fuck ass boy toy must have come back in an attempt to apologize for the argument they just had.  

This will be fun.

“Fuck off,” Tate screwed back up the gasoline. As much as he hated Larry, he didn’t want to start a fire while he was in the home. He would just have to hide it under his bed until the house was empty. 

The house had other plans.

You’re just going to let that asshole become the man of the house?

Yes. He didn’t care anymore. Larry could have Constance, and once Tate graduated he was going to leave. He was going to swoop the love of his life off her feet and run away from this God awful town. He didn’t have to be here much longer.

You really think Constance will let you leave? 

“Shut up,” 

She’s never going to let you leave this home, definitely not this town. Especially with that terrible girl she doesn’t even like.

“She can’t stop me,” Tate replied dryly, beginning to walk back up the steps.

Speaking of that terrible girl, Larry seems to like her tons…

He stopped in his tracks, “...What?”

He thinks about her quite often. Every time she comes and visits, he’s watching her. You haven’t noticed? Haven’t noticed him eyeing her up and down? Haven’t noticed the way he licked his lips, the way his pants tightened around-

"He hasn't seen her in weeks," Tate shot back. Y/N was an expert at sneaking in at this point.

His imagination still runs wild.

“Fuck him,” Tate growled, stomping back down the stairs, “Fuck. Him.” 

How dare that man look at Y/N that way? How dare he have those thoughts about her? Not only a taken woman, but a minor at that. 

He found himself uncapping the jug, standing with his feet planted outside of Larry’s office. He uncapped it, flicking the cap off to the floor with his thumb and index finger. He reached out to grab the doorknob and stopped himself. 

What the hell is he doing?

Was he really about to end someone’s life?

No, that’s insane. He can’t do that.

Then his feet moved for him. 

What the fuck? What the actual fuck? Fuck fuck fuck fuck-

He swung open the door, Larry looking up to meet his gaze, “Ah! Tate! You see I’m busy right now-” the man paused, seeing a suspiciously dark look in Tate’s eyes.

What the fuck was happening? Why couldn’t he feel his legs? Why couldn’t he feel anything? 

Just anger. He felt anger while looking into Larry’s stupid bug eyes. He felt anger looking at the snarky look on Larry’s face.

Without a second thought, he splashed gasoline onto Larry’s body, flicking a match in his direction, watching him set aflame. 

Pain travelled throughout the older man’s body as he screamed in terror, tumbling out from behind the desk, scrambling around the office in panic. 

Tate didn’t look back as Larry collapsed, rolling around on the floor, somewhat calming the fire and in turn, passing out. 

There’s a lot of preparations you need to do for today.

“Today?” Tate muttered, stumbling up the steps.

Grab the gu.n. Plenty buIIets. School isn’t out for a few hours.

“Yes… I have time…” he suddenly felt tired. So, so tired as he trudged up, his legs feeling heavier with each step. “I can’t…”

Yes you can and you will. 

Next thing he knew, he was cleaning the gu.n, seated on his bed with a distant look in his eyes. His fingers traced along the cool metal, admiring the weapon, until he snapped out of the daze.

Holy fuck. Holy fuck holy fuck holy fuck. 

He can’t do this. There’s no way he can do this. Especially because Y/N didn’t skip class today-

Y/N.

She’ll have to go too.

FUCK no. 

Breaking out of his trance, he dropped the gu.n, diving towards his phone. Y/N always called his Motorola the “Zac Morris Phone” due to it being quite big for the 90s. She always had the newest trends and technologies. He shakily pulled out the antenna and dialed her number, pushing the buttons while the panic boiled within him. 

Get up.

“NO!” he pressed the phone to his ear, gripping the headboard with his free hand. It was lunch time, she should be able to answer. Why wasn’t she answering? She needed to answer!

He felt a force suddenly grab him by his leg and yank him off the bed. Tate let out a yelp as he hit the hard floor, suddenly feeling dizzy. He groaned, pushing himself up with his hands, reaching for his phone again. He pressed it to his ear, just as he heard a soft, “hey, baby,”

Within an instant, his terror vanished. She didn’t even have to ask who it was, she had that fancy caller ID on her Nokia. “Y/N,” he breathed, feeling a tear fall, “I love you,” 

“I love you too, baby. Skipping class again, I noticed, huh?” she teased, and he imagined the sweet smile on her face 

“You need to leave,” he whispered, standing on shaky legs. Well, forced up. It’s like his body was almost not his own anymore, “Get out of there,”

“No can do, my love, I have bio next,”

“Godammit, Y/N just listen to me!” he snapped, trying to stifle the sob raking at the back of his throat, “Please,” 

She paused, a silence on the line for a moment, “Baby, are you okay? Where are you? I’ll go to you!”

“NO!” he shouted, his unoccupied hand balled into a fist, “Don’t! You can’t! You can’t go here, you can’t!”

“Hey, shhh, it’s okay, baby, just tell me where you are and I can help you through this okay?” A whirlwind of thoughts was going through her head already. He had gotten into another fight with his mom. She hit him. Made him feel worthless. Something. “Are you at home?”

“No!” Tate replied right away, shaking his head even though she couldn’t even see. “I’m… I’m at the diner. The one we always go to for dates.” he lied.

“Shit, that’s on the whole other side of town. I’ll be there as soon as possible, okay?”

“Okay,” he whispered, then he gasped looking down. The gu.n was in his hand. He didn’t remember grabbing the gu.n. He had left it on the ground. “I… I love you so much, Y/N.”

“Love you too, sweetie. I’ll be there soon.” 

He hung up first, his hand working on its own as he threw the phone at the wall as hard as he could, “Shit!” he gasped. 

And with that, his eyes glazed over, fingers tightening around the gu.n. Shrugging on a coat, he went down the stairs. 

The last thing he heard was the weak tap of Larry’s knuckles on the office door as he left his house. 

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He felt disgusting. 

The bIood wouldn’t come off of him. It wouldn’t go away. No matter how much scrubbing he did, the red continued to stain his clothes. His body.

“No no no,” he wailed, continuing to rub at his skin, beginning to sting in rawness, “Why’d I do that? Why’d I do that?”

Because it felt amazing.

“Shut up,” he wiped at his face; he couldn’t tell if it were tears or just the water, “Just shut up,”

That little girlfriend of yours would look mighty fine with a buIIet through her head.

“No no no” Tate curled up in the tub, tears streaming down his cheeks, “Leave her alone. Please. She did nothing wrong.”

Same with all those classmates you just murd3red. What did they do wrong, Tate? What did they do to deserve that fate?

“Nothing,” he whispered, “They did nothing wrong,”

You’re just an asshole murd3rer.

“I’m a murd3rer!” he sobbed, burying his face in his hands. 

Yes. A murd3rer. That’s what you are.

Tate sat up, reaching out to grab something he had left on the counter. A blade. 

“I won’t let you hurt anyone else,” he said darkly. He took a deep breath, gripping the “Zac Morris” phone he also placed on the counter. He dialed Y/N’s number slowly. Within seconds, she answered.

“Baby what the hell? I walked all the way to the diner and couldn’t find you anywhere-”

“Y/N,” he interrupted, “I just… I just wanted to say…” he gulped, shaky hand running through his hair, “You’re the best thing that ever happened to me. I would have been gone a long time ago if we never met. I just… I love you,”

“Tate, you’re worrying me. Can you please tell me where you are? Let’s talk.”

He shook his head frantically, then remembered he was on the phone, “N-No. I can’t see you right now. I’m sorry.”

“Are you home? I’m at your window right now.”

He panicked. 

He should have known once she realized he wasn’t at the diner she would check his place next. She always went through the window, due to his mother disliking her. Because of that, he always kept the window unlocked.

Shit.

Bolting up from the tub, he had to grip the counter to keep himself from falling. He quickly redressed, rushing into his room, just to come face-to-face with Y/N.

Y/N.

She was seated criss-cross on his bed, arms crossed over her chest. “Baby,”

He knew he should have kicked her out. He should have told her that this house was evil and that she needed to leave, but seeing her on the bed, all comforting and warm and soft… He broke.

Collapsing on the bed. A sobbing mess. Arms going around him, making him feel safe for the first time in days. 

This is what he needed. 

“I did something terrible,” he whispered, nuzzling his face into her neck.

“Did what?” her voice was calm and soothing, but he felt her urgently take his arm. He didn’t need to look, he already knew she was checking to see if he had cut too deep. 

“I haven’t hurt myself in a few weeks,” he mumbled. At one point, it had gotten so bad, that with every week he had gone without hurting himself, she would prepare him a mini celebration, usually baking for him or surprising him with a picnic date or something of the sort. 

“I know,” she said quietly, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of his head, “We’re almost to four weeks straight clean,” she brought a hand to the back of his head, stroking his hair, “I’m so proud of you, baby,” 

That made him cry harder, trying to get closer to her. Practically on top of her. Her arms went tightly around his waist, rubbing his back so he could let it all out. He opened his mouth, forcing the words out from the back of his throat, “I did something bad,” 

“Like what, darling? Talk to me,” she said sweetly, concern etched in her tone. 

You kiIIed fifteen classmates. Soon, sixteen.

“I-” he paused, processing what the voice told him. Soon sixteen. 

Soon sixteen?

“You have to go,” he scrambled off of her, feeling empty and suddenly cold. He hugged his body, tears still wetting his pale cheeks, “Now,”

Y/N sat up, confused, “Did I do something wrong?”

“Just… Just GET OUT!” he shouted at her, fingers tangling into his soft curls and tugging at them roughly, “Get OUT!”

“No,” she said simply, crossing her arms over her chest, “What kind of girlfriend would I be if I left you alone like this?” 

“I SAID GET OUT!” He screamed, and he felt it again. That same feeling he felt right before he stepped foot into his school. He opens up a drawer and pulls out a handgu.n, pointing it at her.

“What the hell?!” she gasped, scrambling to her feet, “Baby, put that down,”

“Get out get out get out!” his hand was shaking as he aimed the gu.n at her, “GET OUT!”

“Tate, baby, please,” she whispered, “I’m not leaving,”

Tate always thought she was perfect.

He always heard the phrase that nobody was perfect, but he was convinced that didn’t apply to Y/N L/N. The most loveliest girl he knew. The only light in his dark world. 

It was today he realized what her fatal flaw was. 

She was the unfortunate soul to fall in love with him.

“I… I can’t control it,” he sobbed, bottom lip between his teeth, “I… I can’t control it. You need to go,”

“It’s okay, baby,” she took a step towards him, holding her arms out. Her steps were careful, cautious, not wanting to set him off, “Put the gu.n down and we can talk about this.” 

“Why can’t you ever listen?! Get out get out get OUT!” he took the safety off the gu.n, panic flooding through him. “I can’t control it!”

She gently gripped his wrist, and it was like he was himself again. She lowered his arm, gun to his side. “My sweet boy, I love you so much,” releasing his wrist, she cupped his cheeks, “I’m going to help you, baby. We’re going to get through this, just tell me what happened.” 

He started to tear up again, resting his forehead against hers, “I’m a m-monster,”

“No you’re not. You’re the love of my life, that’s what you are,”

“S-Stop it,” he hated her. He hated how he loved her to bits. “You shouldn’t l-love me. Please leave.” h started to hiccup, finding it increasingly difficult to speak, “Before I hurt you,”

“You won’t hurt me, baby, I know you. You’re my angel, you would never-”

Do it now.

“NO!” he pushed away from her, raising the gu.n to his head. 

Y/N screamed, arms hugging his that was raised, “Tate, baby, please, no!” She used all her strength to keep the gu.n away from his temple. 

With a roar, he raised his hand, smacking her with the weapon. She gasped, falling over, hand cradling his wounded head.

“Stop it!” he yelled, making her jump in fear, “I won’t do it!” he attempted to raise the gu.n towards his temple again, but he couldn’t. He wasn’t allowed to.

The house won’t let him. 

Y/N wobbled back to her feet, “B-Baby, please don’t do this, I love you-” 

His hand slowly raised, gu.n pointing at her again. “Stop it stop it stop it!” He cried, attempting as hard as he could to do something about it but there was simply nothing he could do.

And to his horror, he raised the gu.n to her chest and shot. 

As soon as he pulled the trigger, his body was his own again, watching her crumble to the floor. “No!” he screamed, immediately dropping to his knees and bringing her into his arms. “Y/N? Can you hear me? Y/N!” he felt like he was hyperventilating, pressing his hand to her chest in an attempt to stop the bleeding. She was gurgiling, coughing up blood. “No no no you can’t die! I won’t let you die!” He let out a loud wail, knowing the bleeding isn’t stopping. He reached for his phone, the goddamn Zac Morris phone, ready to dial 911, when she stopped making sound, laying still. 

He paused, thumb hovering over the 9. His eyes went down to her lifeless eyes staring back at him, and he felt like his whole world was crashing down. 

“FUCK!” he screamed, cradling her against his chest, “No no no come back, you have to come back!” he cradled her like a baby, fingers running through her soft hair, “I was supposed to die, not you! Me! Me!” he held her tightly as he sobbed and he sobbed, his heart plummeting. Completely shattered. 

As Constance hummed to herself, unlocking the door of her beautiful home, she opened it with a bright smile. Her sweet boy Tate should be home from school by now. Something to look forward to after that argument with Larry.

And then she was being shoved out the way. SWAT, coming in to arrest her son. 

She shouted and pleaded at them to slow down and stop, to tell her what was going on, to let her talk to him, but it was no use.

As they marched up the stairs, Tate whimpered, pressing a soft kiss to his lover’s forehead then lips, before gripping the gu.n again. 

People say it’s unlikely for high school sweethearts to stay together.

To get married, have kids, grow old together.

It’s unlikely.

But they were different. 

She loved him, that was her flaw. And he loved her, that was his strength.

He decided, as he pulled the trigger, that they would be together forever.

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so how'd i do....?

[earlgarden-archived]

A love that will last an eternity

ft. Jing Yuan, RaidenEi!reader

synopsis. You are the ruler of Inazuma, a planet that is known as "the nation of eternity". You come in contact with Jing Yuan, the general of Luofu. How does your relationship bloom?

Warnings: Fem!reader, spoilers of Ei's backstory, unlike Ei, you do not trap your people and try to take their visions, you'll just be trying to find eternity, might be ooc.

This is so long lmao. I tried to make it short but I had too many ideas to make it short 😭

Resources were running low on the Luofu, hence, the General was sent to the closest planet to negotiate plans to stock up resources. The planet in question? It was Inazuma, known as the nation of eternity. JING YUAN was arranged to meet the ruler of Inazuma, you, the Raiden Shogun.

Jing Yuan found you to be very stoic. And he thought that was just how you were. But to his surprise, he found out from your long time friend, Yae Miko, that the Almighty Shogun he has been meeting was actually a puppet. And that you were inside the Raiden Shogun, finding your so called eternity. Jing Yuan, admittedly, thought it was quite strange. But, upon realising what you've been through, your sister's death, losing your friends one by one, he completely understood your choice. He himself went through many deaths in his life, but he knew that confining yourself and having a puppet rule your planet was wrong. Even if he hadn't properly met you before, he knew that he had to try convincing you to come out.

So with Yae Miko's permission, he entered the Plane of Euthymia for the first time. Of course, you were surprised. He has trespassed without your permission, yet you weren't surprised that Yae Miko was the one behind his entry. However, due to him trespassing without your permission, you decided to propose a fight. If he were to best you, then you would allow him to talk. Though he accepted the challenge, he was unsure of how strong you were. He considered to decline, since this wasn't even his planet that he was saving. But he decided that if he were to save your planet, then he would gain more connections with other people. Leading to him accepting. The battle was long, and tiresome, there didn't seem to be a clear victor. And this was starting to drain you guys' stamina.

"It appears that the rumors hold true; you are truly a formidable warrior," you say, your voice slightly strained from the prolonged battle, your breath still catching up. A genuine smile graces Jing Yuan's face,

"you flatter me, Almighty Shogun. You, too, are a strong opponent. How about this, this fight has been going on for far too long, and just like you, I have some business I need to do in Xianzhou Luofu. Why don't we talk things out instead of fighting?"

After a few negotiations, you both agreed on a conclusion. Jing Yuan will show you the Xianzhou Luofu, as an example to how a nation will look with their ruler present for centuries.

Fast forward to when you and Jing Yuan arrive on the Luofu. As you walked around with Jing Yuan, you two got a lot of stares from the people in Xianzhou. But it's no surprise, it's not everyday that you see the Almighty Shogun of Inazuma and the General of the Luofu in one place. Strangely, you didn't quite understand why everyone was staring.

"why are people staring at us? Don't they know it's rude to stare?"

"well, it's their first time seeing the Almighty Shogun and the General walking together. Of course they would stare at us."

"it's not like we're here to cause trouble. Why can't they just mind their own business..."

As you two walked around Xianzhou, trying different foods, looking at different attractions, you both were indulging in some small talk. Jing Yuan thought you were very cute. You were more casual as compared to your puppet, and he felt like this was a breath of fresh air. Especially since you acted like he was just a normal person, instead of fearing him due to his position.

After a long day of walking around Xianzhou, you both decided to sit down for a while to eat some Xianzhou delicacies. While eating some dessert, you noticed something poking out of the general's pocket.

"what is... this strange device?" You say, pointing at his phone in his pocket. Judging by his face, Jing Yuan was caught off guard. You don't know what a phone was? Have you been in the plane of euthymia for so long that you had lost touch of the real world?

"this is a phone? Do you not know what a phone is?" He says while taking out his phone, and letting you look at it. "It's so slim... This is unlike anything I've seen before. Oh! What's this..?" He moves his head to watch from over your shoulder, and sees that you've accidentally opened the camera app.

"this is the camera app. You can take photos with this app." He looks over to see your face, he expected to see amusement displayed on your face, but he was met with the sight of your confused face.

"photos...?" Oh. You also didn't know what photos were. After an attempt to explain what photos were, you were left with even more confusion than you had before, so he proposed to take a photo of you to demonstrate how they work.

While taking a photo of you sitting down and drinking dango milk, he couldn't help but admire the way your hair moves in the wind, and how elegant you were in your inazuman clothes.

"is it done?" You say, interrupting his thoughts,

"wait a moment, I just need to find the right angle" he reassures, as he crouches down, he could hear you complain under your breath about how photos were such a time consuming activity, making him chuckle a bit.

After a moment, he walked back to the seat right as you were finishing up your drink. Upon seeing your photo, he loved the way your face morphed from confusion to admiration.

"this photo... Is so beautiful..." You quietly mumble, unknowingly leaning closer to Jing Yuan, causing him to slightly blush. A few passerbyers were shocked to see the well-known general of Luofu blushing because of a girl.

The day where you had to go back to Inazuma came. And Jing Yuan absolutely dreaded for the day to come. He loved spending time with you, and if you went back, he had to travel so far just to visit you again. So, on the morning of your departure, he surprised you with a little gift.

"is this... The device with the camera app?" Jing Yuan gave you the phone for you to examine

"yes, but not only can it take photos, but you can also communicate with others"

Jing Yuan taught you everything about how to text, how to call, and how to send voice messages. By the time you guys were finished talking, it was already time to go. You both decided that you would walk together one last time before you depart. As you walked, he added your contact to his contact list, he was about to name your contact before you interrupted

"no need for the formalities. You can just call me y/n." You say, looking at his screen, where your contact was named "Raiden Shogun"

Jing Yuan chuckled, he was glad he could finally call you by a shorter name, it was getting quite tiring saying "Raiden Shogun" every time to address you.

You finally reach the ship that will be carrying you back to Inazuma, and Jing Yuan doesn't feel like letting you go just yet. Even if you guys have contact with each other, it doesn't feel the same as walking with you in real life. Before boarding the ships, you both exchange your goodbyes, and Jing Yuan reminds you to text often.

As you board the ship, you look back one more time, just to see his face one more time. Once you board the ship, you begin to realise how fond you were of Jing Yuan. You seemed to enjoy yourself more, you were smiling more, and it was even the first time you had someone address your actual name for a long time. For the first time, you wanted to land as quick as possible, so you could talk to Jing Yuan again. You look at your contacts, which only contained Jing Yuan. You felt like your visit to the Xianzhou Luofu was refreshing, you finally realised that your ways were not right, and you were ready to correct them.

...

1 year has past since you met Jing Yuan, and you two have been texting almost everyday. You were updating Jing Yuan on your nation's situation, and he was giving more advice on what choices need to be made, and what was needed for a fully functioning nation. You completely trusted him, after all, he's lived for centuries and has witnessed the Luofu's growth. But you could also feel the way your chest felt warm whenever you had a video call with him. And he's felt the same way. You both really wanted to see eachother again, to walk together again, maybe even have Jing Yuan visit Inazuma again. But you both knew that being in charge of a nation means that there is hardly any time to visit other planets. Especially since you've taken full control of Inazuma now.

The summer festival in Inazuma was just around the corner. Thankfully, the one in charge of planning the summer festival was the company owned by Yoimiya, Naganohara Fireworks. Though you had a short break, you weren't planning on watching the fireworks. Whenever you saw the fireworks, you were always alone, and it always hurt to be reminded that all your previous friends were no longer here. Coincidentally, Jing Yuan has gotten a two week break around this time. As well, just a few days ago you were complaining how lonely you would be on the day of the festival, which really made Jing Yuan's heart ache. He relates to the feeling of being alone, he's lost many of his friends too. But something in him doesn't want you to feel lonely ever again. Something in him wants you to feel what it's like to celebrate the summer festival with someone you love.

The day of the summer festival comes, but all you're doing today is going for a walk around the beach, you didn't usually go to the beach, but that's precisely why you came. Just so you could escape the way your heart aches whenever you go to a place where you used to visit with your sister. So you went to the beach, where you didn't have any memories of your past. Suddenly, you stop in your tracks. A few steps ahead of you, sat the general of Luofu himself. As if he could sense your presence, Jing Yuan turns his attention away from the ocean and to you, smiling as he sees the way your eyes widen in surprise. Still in a daze, you begin to sprint towards him, excited yet confused to see him. You had thought he was busy, why was he here?

Still a bit bewildered, you unknowingly hold his hand, which caused Jing Yuan to blush a bit, but you didn't notice.

"Jing yuan..? What are you doing here?" He chuckles, he could see the hint of happiness from the way your voice sounded slightly more high-pitched.

"Well I just so happened to be on break for two weeks. So I decided to accompany you today in the summer festival." He felt his heart thump faster when he saw how happy you were to see him, still unaware of the stares they were recieving from passerbyers, who were surprised from how happy the Almighty Shogun was. Upon realising how close the two of you were, you both quickly pull away from each other, embarrassed from how your lips were so close to touching his.

After calming down, you both talked about your past experiences and the friends you used to have. Which almost had you tear up.

The two of you silently stared at the ocean, simply enjoying each others company. After all, you both have lost many friends in the past, it's always nice to find a new friend that you can spend the rest of your immortal life with. That was when Jing Yuan suddenly grabbed your hand,

"come on, the fireworks lightshow will begin soon. I heard it's best to see them at Amakane Island, mind showing me the way?" You gently smile, as he pulls you up, and the two of you make your way to Amakane Island. On the way, you point out certain stands that you recommend, just like how he had done when you first came to the Luofu.

The two of you arrive at Amakane Island, of course, many people were staring. The last person they expected to watch the fireworks show was the Raiden Shogun. But at this point, the both of you could not care less. You were only here to have a good time after all.

After looking around for a good spot to see the fireworks, you finally settled on a spot where you could fully see the fireworks, it was also far away from any people, so the two of you could have the space to yourselves. The fireworks erupted in the sky, though this wasn't your first firework show, this was the first in a long time that made your heart warm instead of it aching. While you were mesmerized by the light show, Jing Yuan broke the silence

"you know, you really make my chest feel so warm." He begins, but this sentence alone made you blush, which didn't go unnoticed by Jing Yuan

"I'm really grateful to have someone like you to be by my side. But I know that, one day, we might never get to see each other again" You began to wonder what he was trying to say, you were a bit nervous that he was going to leave you, forever. Which made you worried, but your worries quickly vanished when his eyes met yours.

"would you like to become my girlfriend?" It took a while for you to truly process what those words meant, did he actually mean it? Should you accept it? After all, you two would have a long-distanced relationship, so wouldn't it be better to just stay friends? You slowly lower your head, but, you couldn't bare to stay friends with him, because you also returned his feelings. If you had declined, then it would feel like you were lying to yourself. I mean, you can handle a long-distanced relationship, right?

"don't feel too pressured to agree. I don't want to force you to be in a relationship you don't lik-"

"No." You say, cutting off Jing Yuan, you lifted your head back up to meet his eyes once again, his eyes looked shocked, he didn't expect you to cut him off like that. You lightly smiled, just to reassure him, this causes his eyes to soften at the sight of your beautiful smile.

"I'd like to be your... Partner." You say, embarrassed to say the word "girlfriend". Jing Yuan found your embarrassment amusing, causing a chuckle to escape his mouth. He grabs your hand and bows down to kiss the back of your hand. A firework explodes in the sky, just as he mutters a sentence into your hand,

"then let's spend the rest of our immortal lives together."

Bonus

Jing Yuan: the ship just landed back in the Luofu, hope to see you again soon ^^

Y/n: I would like that too, any festivals coming up?

Jing Yuan: there are no festivals coming up... but it's okay, you can just visit when I'm on break.

Y/n: alright then, will you message me when you're done working?

Jing Yuan: of course. Well, I'll see you later, my love.

Y/n:

Jing Yuan: ...

Y/n: that's how you use them, right?

[dovelydraws]

Tell me abt your ocs 👁👁👁👁

oh GOD I have so many asldjfljk um!!!

I'll start with my dnd/pathfinder character Revun, since I've been posting about them a lot recently!! I'm no longer concerned about sharing spoilers because I got all my party members to block campaign spoilers hehe 💕

^ Made this little icon of them for discord recently (he/they/she)

The backstory doc i originally handed to my GM was over 5k words long, (plus there's also been several nights of me rambling in their dms expanding on all the stuff I'd Already Written) so I'm gonna try my best to. condense this lmao

Revun's bio parents were both human; their mom made a deal with a daemon while she was pregnant to save her father's life from a severe illness that would have killed him, and as a consequence of that her child was born a tiefling.

The social stigma of having a tiefling child (everyone just immediately knows she made some kind of deal with a fiendish entity) became too much for them to handle, so their mom and grandfather chose to abandon them four years after they were born, and start a new life elsewhere where no one knew them. Revun spent the next seven years in an orphanage, until they ran away to go try and join a mercenary group that passed through town at one point.

Throughout Revun's life, they've been haunted by a spirit in the shape of a black wolf with gold eyes that match their own. It only appears when they are in the middle of having a near death experience- so far, that's been twice. The first was when they were 11, and they nearly froze/starved to death out in the woods after running away. The second was after a disagreement with their boss/somewhat father figure lead to him nearly killing them at 25.

While Revun never learned all the details of their mom's deal, they at least are somewhat aware that whatever she did saved their grandfather's life. They are convinced at this point that whatever happened must have created some sort of imbalance in the afterlife or something, and this wolf was expecting a new soul that day that never came. And now, it's stalking Revun waiting for them to drop dead, to take them as a replacement like some sort of debt collector. I'm unsure if this is actually the case since I decided to leave the details up to my GM, but this is what Revun believes and they are absolutely terrified of it.

Speaking of that mercenary group, they did take them in and save them that night, but it wasn't all it was cracked up to be. Revun ended up spending the rest of their childhood in a pretty toxically masculine environment, and with an expectation placed on their shoulders to always follow orders and never try to argue, even if they may be uncomfortable or feel something was a bad idea.

A portion of the mercenary company was hired to act as bodyguards at a prestigious vineyard, of which had recently made some enemies with their business competition. Revun spent about a year and a half there, becoming very close friends with the winemaker's daughter, until the deal fell through and the company was offered more money to destroy the vineyard and kill the family/any workers on the property to make sure there were no witnesses. Revun nearly died getting their best friend to safety and trying to help any workers they could find, fighting against the only family they'd really had the chance to know.

They somehow managed to escape, and were found laying on the side of the road a couple miles away from the vineyard by some passing travelers, who were able to patch them up and drop them off at the next town. They'd been separated from everyone- their entire social safety net was gone, their worldview completely changed overnight. That was a Lot for them to handle, so they kind of just... Didn't.

They've decided to just try to move on, forget everything that happened and everyone that was ever important to them. Start a new life somewhere else. Don't think about it. Pretend it never happened.

All of this has ended up creating a guy with a lot of self loathing, abandonment issues, anxiety and paranoia, and a Very Stubborn "don't worry about it! :)" attitude.

I love them so much. They make me feel like this:

[laskume-dragon]

After going through all my Dragon AU posts to make my masterpost i noticed that I've never actually talked about any specific characters. I dropped some tiny bit of general lore once....but that was about it.

So now that I've doodled Alucard, i decided to drop some general AU lore about him!

Species:

Alucard is a so-called Iceling and would be classified as western dragon.

Icelings are quadruped, two winged, of a very lean build and tend to show a lot of resemblance to wolves. They're generally covered in white fur and have feathered wings. Their paw pads, skin and nose are black while their eyes and tailfeathers tend to have bluish tones.

They're native to high mountain ranges and very cold regions.

Their fur then helps them to stay undetected in snowy areas, while the black skin has the same use as for polar bears, to stay warm.

Even though they're dragons, Icelings aren't reptiles. They're warmblooded mammals and their evolution is thus analogous to reptilian dragons, sharing a lot of the classic characteristics of a dragon, without sharing the same ancestor. Though birthing living young has a lot more advantages in cold areas then it is to lay eggs. At least for dragons that spit ice instead of fire and don't have as specialized breeding techniques like penguins. Though in general they're quite immune to freezing. A layer of natural antifreeze (i think glucose had that ability??) right under their skin, shields them from frost. A minimized bloodflow to the extremities and the skin also keeps them from loosing too much heat, making them probably very cold to the touch, while in their core they're warm.

Character appearence:

I said Icelings are usually white but Alucard isn't. What's up with that?

Long story short: gene variation and mutation still exists in this AU. So the magic term is ✨Melanism✨

Or more like pseudomelanism, cus Alucard is not entirely black. The degree of this varies with each form.

Vladcard: probably most black form of all with a few lighter patches of fur on his chest and belly.

Usual Alucard: left frontpaw and two primary feathers on each wing white, rest black

Lady-/Girlycard: mostly white with black patches scattered across her body. Ladycard & Girlycard are basically the same form, only differentiate in the age of appearance (if you know what i mean. Language is hard), depends on what Alu is in the mood for lmao

Backstory:

Has vague similarities to canon but at the same time its very different. Its kinda of patchy and probably things will change in the future but here's a summary of what i have so far:

Alucard was born into the leader family of a pretty big Icelingpack, which was having quite a lot of problems with neighboring packs and defending their territory and shite. So... environment was tense when he grew up and finally took over the pack. At some point there was a big attack on the pack and their territory, catching Alucard by surprise. The attackers, partially Tainteds, were ruthless and killed who they could, including Alucards mate and cubs at the time. He too then fell as he got attacked by another rogue Tainted. But bc they didn't really care what they were doing, they didn't notice that they hadn't killed him completely. Instead the tainting curse befell Alucard. His turn was rough, only driven to success by his own desperate want to stay conscious and alive.

So now he was an accidental tainted, with no master or guidance, no pack and unsure what the hell he even was. For a long time he stayed on his own as he struggled with bloodlust and powers he did not understand.

At some point he stumbled upon a demon (Baskerville) who was for some reason locked out of and unable to return to hell. On his own the demon wouldn't have survived on the mortal plain, but since both had something the other needed at the time, they formed a bond. Alucard needed guidance and company, which Baskerville could provide. In turn he received protection from Alucard and a body he could possess and reside in.

After gaining control over his tainted aspects, Alucard traveled north in search of new territory. He came across a piece of land that was under the rule of the Hellsing pack, lead by a strong goldheavic with the name Abraham (wink wink nudge nudge). Ofc as a stranger hanging around in some other packs territory and also injuring some residents there, when he needed to feed, (in opposite to canon he did not kill all kinds of random people just bc he needed a nibble lmao) Alucard quickly pulled the Alphas attention to himself. Since Alucard wasn't very keen on wrecking the same kind of havoc he had pretty much just survived, he formally challenged Abraham to a duel. This served as a matter of damage control, cus it would keep uninvolved dragons out of the fight and would still provide him with a pack and territory should he win.

Turns out he severely underestimated Abrahams strength and firepower, cus he got his ass KICKED. Still, Abraham was very impressed by Alucards strength and willpower and instead of killing him or driving him out of his territory, he took him in and let him join the pack, providing him with a new home.

And thats pretty much it.

Ofc i could keep going with Alucards life in his new pack but i kinda wanna make it a post of its own, so I'll stop right here.

If you actually took the time to read this absolute rollercoaster. Thank you! Have a cookie and, if you want, a hug!! I appreciate it very much. And if there are questions...pls ask.

I'd love to rant more about my AU lmao!!

[Masterpost]

[adelrambles]

Ohhh I would love to see IDW Bishop interact with the others.

Like, 2003 Bishop already was a jerk, but that dude just takes it even further.

OH BOY ENABLEMENT WAHOO!!

I definitely agree that IDW Agent Bishop gives the 03 original a run for his money in terms of awfulness. While he does have more of a "tragic backstory" per se, 03 Bishop somehow has more honor and redeeming qualities in comparison. The way both their respective stories end contributes a lot, too.

SO, first: a brief observation on IDW's character. There will be spoilers for those who haven't read the comics yet, just as an fyi. Bear with me, it's been a few months since I read up so I might bungle some of the details.

Jonathon Bishop is certainly less formidable in terms of accolades than his predecessors. He didn't found EPF, he inherited it, and it is not a well-oiled machine, extension of his own will the same way it is for 03-- in fact, a lot of his subordinates are written as individuals and don't seem to like him as a person, much. But what makes this Bishop scary is how he is driven beyond what should be reasonable. Even in situations where it would probably be beneficial for him to back off, he tends to keep pushing, anyway. He'll put himself in a rough spot so long as he can ensure he'll be screwing over his target, too.

This Jonathon guy pretty explicitly has the capacity to care about others, too, he genuinely loves and respects his father. Which is what makes it all the more terrifying that he was willing to kill him at his own convenience-- once again, just to ensure he could rip away his enemies' advantage. He justifies it after the fact, like he gave his father a proper death, better than wasting away in a nursing home, but personally I think that's just a cope. While we know he can care, he very seldom offers that to anyone else. With his own employees he kinda tends to be downright mean, or at the very least blunt and unconcerned.

IDW's Agent Bishop is one that sees the entire world as hostile, so being on his side doesn't really spare you. The only person we know he didn't see as an enemy was his father. He has been faced with so much fear and judgement over his true appearance that he is desperate to prove himself just as human as everyone else; he believes the appearance of being human is what lends one humanity-- when, in fact, it's how one treats those around them. This is why he leans so hard into Othering anything non-human, to justify his own place in the world, and also why the mutants tend to have more humanity than he ever did.

This is also why he appears to have much less of an honor system than his 03 counterpart. IDW Bishop is FAR more emotional and a little less professional than the other. He acts based on what will make him feel the least uncomfortable, working backwards with his logic to justify his actions. Intelligent as he is, he isn't reasonable. His ego is far greater because it's built on a DEEP and intense insecurity with himself. (In comparison, 03 Bishop may have a dubious sense of personhood, but he has never been shown to be unsure of his right to exist or his place in the world.)

Also btw it's cool af that he's a blend between 03 and 2012 Bishop's concepts. Like I can't praise enough how creative that is, especially with how smoothly it fits into the lore of IDW and their Utrom. The fact that he's still human, but his mech also originates from Utrom tech that EPF salvaged is just SO COOL. I think this alone would cause both other Bishops extreme discomfort lmao

As an aside, I've seen some of the fandom attack his true appearance and that's kinda fucked up. He thinks it makes him lesser, but it doesn't. The way he looks is not the root of the problem, it's the way he was treated because of it and the way he internalized that. He needs to make an enemy out of mutants in part because deep down he believes what people like those scientists in the flashback said about him. So like, yeah, it's kinda a bad look when fans acts the same way as those dudes. Literally there are so many better things to insult IDW Bishop on. I mean you've seen his general personality, right? The way he acts is what makes him a monster.

(Hmm. I said this was supposed to be brief, didn't I? Woops.)

NOW! COMPARISONS!

There is a LOT to delve into between IDW and 03. They have very similar plots on the surface, but every fine detail is so very different. IDW is a fanatic, more at the mercy of his emotions and whims than I think he even realizes. 03 is driven to unreasonable lengths, as well, but he is surprisingly cold about it, when you look into his actions deeper. While IDW reacts and then works backwards to justify it, 03 is shown to be able to suppress his impulses and strategize properly, with his more fanatical qualities being a fun little bonus he indulges in sometimes. This manifests in their respective success rates; IDW often ends his confrontations with a loss of something, culminating in his final confrontation and death. 03, on the other hand, tends to walk away successful a good chunk of the time, and even when he doesn't he usually gets something out of it, anyway.

Their ages have a lot to do with these differences and how they can be interpreted, too. 03 Bishop is old, he straight up comes from a bygone era. Of course his thought process would be a little wild and off-the-wall to most people, his circumstances are so unique and he is so removed from what a normal person's experience might look like. IDW has a normal human lifespan, so he has a little less room for understanding (though granted, he did not have a very common upbringing, either.)

Another big one is that 03 does not give a damn about threats originating from Earth. This is why he kinda disregards mutants beyond their usefulness to his science-- and that one time he almost accidentally caused an apocalypse, but I digress. 03 Bishop is still like, a xenophobic motherfucker, but he doesn't have it out for mutants or avians or Y'Lyntians or what have you, because working within his logic, they belong to earth. It's not especially about looks, to him, the same way it is for IDW. IDW, on the other hand, hates anyone that isn't specifically human, and wants them dead.

IDW's motivations are very internal. The fears that fuel him come from an intense sense of not belonging, of being Other'd and feared by the people around him. He projects that onto an external enemy so he can deny it. The fear that motivates 03 is an external one. He is terrified of extraterrestrial forces taking away his sense of security and control, fueled by his extremely traumatic abduction. It created an Us vs Them in his mind where he was on the side far weaker. Earth was safe, on earth he understood how things worked, but in the sky there was confusion and agony. He endeavored to ensure the sky could never bring that down to the earth.

John Bishop is a monster, but he's a monster that can be bargained with. Jonathon Bishop is a monster, and if he decides you're one, too, he'll seek to destroy you no matter the consequences.

Now, 12 Bishop is such a departure that he can only be vaguely compared with IDW (and basically not at all with 03-- though his disposition might be comparable to Fast Forward Bishop's.) Specifically, 12 Bishop might as well be the exact opposite to IDW Bishop in every way. He is extremely measured; even when he's clearly frustrated, we can see him tempering himself to try solve the issue at hand. He has proven to be notably selfless, often prioritizing the safety of others (even when the people of earth should be aliens with a fraction of his lifespan, to him,) over his own. He seems to function under the assumption that every living thing has a right to a life, and will act accordingly to protect that. He's basically the antithesis to everything the IDW version stands for imo.

One thing that fascinates me, as well, is that each incarnation of Bishop has a wildly different age range. 03 is about 230-something, 2012 Bishop is likely older than the planet Earth itself, and IDW is like, 40. He's the only one we know so far that has a normal human lifespan

On the prompt of any of them interacting: the drama potential here is great. Like with their ages, all the Bishops also have WILDLY different goals.

03 Bishop has a passing scientific interest in mutants, but his goal of protecting earth from outside forces does not really concern them that much when you get down to it-- he's more often than not busy doing his own thing, and clashes with the turtles tend to be incidental (after their initial introduction; he got what he wanted, so he didn't seek them out after.) In fact, I strongly suspect after a point he would begin to see the turtles as more useful alive, considering the amount of times they've been integral to protecting earth.

12 Bishop is straight-up an ally and friend to the turtles. Their goals align in a common need to defeat Krang Prime, but he goes beyond that to make sure they and their home are safe, too. It's specifically noted he's not supposed to get involved and help them like this, but he does anyway because he's a genuinely kind person (and a responsible adult, even, who has been shown to not want to put teenagers in the line of fire more than necessary. But hey, we'll save that for a future post of his own.)

IDW Bishop specifically despises anything non-human, and goes out of his way to target mutants. He is fueled by deep-running insecurities about his own appearance, projecting his own fear at being percieved as a monster onto external "threats." He can't feel like a monster if they're the REAL monsters. Compared to them, he's human, he thinks. He'd despise the other two for their percieved complacency and ignorance.

IDW and 03 definitely would not get along, they've got the exact wrong mix of "too similar" and "just different enough." But both would absolutely HATE 12 lmao. Specifically, 12 being an alien bearing the same name as them would hit IDW too close to home with the similarities in their body situation-- which, yknow, tends to manifest as a murderous obsession, with him. 12 generally tries to seek peaceful resoltuion when possible, but I can't imagine he'd have a very high opinion of the other two, either. Considering his strong sense of justice, he'd probably be down for a fight to the death.

And since I'm on the topic of IDW, I want to take this opportunity to enthuse about two other EPF members original to this series that I am very much attached to. The first of which being Wayne Bishop, himself. THIS guy is so interesting to me, for how little we get on him. As this universe's founder of EPF, he's instantly got so much going on, already. He's either former CIA or former FBI, and slowly moved into investiagting UFOs and other paranormal occurrences in an official capacity. He acts like a very respectable professional, but you KNOW there's gotta be a little quirkiness in this old guy to take that route. And he's got FAMILY DRAMA which is always very fun. He struggles to balance his heavy workload with being a family man, to the point where I think it's implied his marriage falls apart? And his solution is to involve his son in his work, quite literally, letting Jonathon stay in one of the facilities and spending a lot of resources in ensuring he will be able to pass as "normal" if he wants to. He had his son's mech designed after himself. He loves his kid and his wife very much and he still fucked it up. He's so interesting for that.

The other is AGENT RAVENWOOD BABY WOOOOO. She is so damn cool, I feel like I might enthuse too much to be able to make any coherent points. Her design, her DESIGN. I feel like she also borrows-- or has in common-- a lot of concepts from 03 Bishop that were not inherited by either Wayne or Jonathon. She's a failed human experiment that now has longevity and a strange body-- one that offers benefits and drawbacks alike. What's fascinating here is that she worked closely with Wayne in EPF's early days, and volunteered to undergo experimentation as part of the organization's research. She and Wayne were friends, and that makes her tense relationship with his now-grown son very interesting, to me. She also proves to be empathetic and willing to try and understand the mutants as people, though her efforts were wasted on Bebop and Rocksteady. I think she's so dang rad and I want to see more of her so bad. Especially now that her friend's son and murderer has died, too.

I also need to shoutout IDW Stockman. I love that guy so much. He might be my favorite incarnation of the character so far ngl (though Mutant Mayhem has Giancarlo Esposito voicing him so. This may change.)

To round us out, here's a fun little headcanon/theory I have in my back pocket: in any universe where specifically John Bishop, double-centenarian doesn't appear, it means he just never got abducted by aliens. He lived out his days in the 1800s with a normal human lifespan. Maybe he's somewhere on the the IDW Bishops' family tree idk

Anyway, thank you so much for the ask and enabling me to just ramble ad nauseum, hope this was what you were looking for lol!

[tumblezwei]

See I've always had a different idea, that in a volume about examining yourself and changing that Neo would be the one who refuses to reflect on herself or make any sort of meaningful changes. But your idea about Neo and Ruby's duel identities was very interesting and I'd love to hear more about them (even if I'm personally unsure of Neo's past identity as Trivia appearing given it debuted in a tie in book that a bunch of rwby fans probably haven't read).

I definitely understand the theory that Neo is going to double down, and wouldn't be surprised if it happened, but man I am so attached to Chaotic Neutral Neo Politan who isn't Ruby's friend but at least doesn't want her to die.

Like I desperately want them to just beat the shit out of each other come out the other side like "well. I'm too tired to kill you and at this point it's more of a hassle than I thought it would be, so I guess we'll just be allies until we can get the fuck out of here." But I honestly have no idea how valid that take is lmao.

Take note that I haven't actually like, read Roman Holiday, but from what I've heard about it I've hopefully gleaned the right themes from it. So on a more serious note, what I find interesting about their potential confrontation is how Neo had, for all intent and purposes, found her true self. Being with Roman had freed her, it allowed her to be the type of person that she had been taught to suppress. But I think she also attached that sense of identity onto her relationship with Roman, so without him it's like she's been cast back into the wind and has spent the past 6 volumes trying to find another anchor.

Put that in contrast with Ruby, who's had this idea of who she wants to be since she was a kid, and has striven toward that goal no matter how difficult it's gotten - to the point of her own detriment.

Like, "who is Neo when she's not a part of a duo" and "who is Ruby without the moniker of Huntress"

"what would happen to Ruby/Neo if she continued down the path that she's on?"

You see it right??? I'm not crazy, there's something there

But as for the connection to Roman Holiday, I doubt it would be that difficult to tie her backstory into the show without taking too much time. I think the themes I've taken from it are pretty easily picked up by the show alone too.

[bonesandthebees]

This part is just going to be about theories as to what could happen and details that I think are neat.

1. Reason behind Tommy's attack: So Tommy's been more skittish and on edge since Wilbur almost murdered him, that is a big given though he's been fairly good at hiding it. He's been carrying a knife around with him so that was a Chekhov's gun, very well played Bee. My best guess is that something happened that caught Tommy off guard (he hasn't been out since the ball, people are constantly pointing that out so I'm assuming it's a mix of him being anxious about almost dying and him being out for the first time in a while), he accidentally slashed Jack who saw it as an attack, maybe he said something before that gives him reason to suspect that that's why he was attacked, I don't know but people are not very logical if they have just been stabbed or otherwise endured bodily harm via knife. We don't know what Jack's exact wounds are so that is my best guess under the assumption that it was a slash of some kind on maybe his leg or something since Niki was helping him up but I'm not dying on this hill. Jack is a smart guy and probably won't jump to 'attempted murder' over one jab and if it was on his leg, it probably wasn't very severe since he would need to run back to the temple.

Basically, I don't fucking know but that is my best guess. My theory is about as solid as swiss cheese.

2. Ponk not giving the bottle of pills out of fear that Wilbur would overdose? Yeah that checks out. Even Niki is afraid of that. I do think that while Wilbur is not actively a suicide threat, he is very unstable and all it takes is one night or moment when he's alone and a sharp downward spiral for him to decide to restart the Pythia cycle. It's a smart move by Ponk but very very sad. But now that Tommy has joined the attempted murderer club, currently populated only by the dude who tried to kill him, I wonder if he's actually going to get those pills. I would hope so but I'm not sure who would get them for him other than like Phil and Techno but they'd be very occupied and I'm unsure if Wilbur would ever think about opening a door for anything when Tommy is in emotional distress and not the Deathlings favourite little guy right now.

Even if Wilbur knows that they wouldn't hurt Tommy, I don't doubt that his protective streak will kick into high gear, maybe to a point that he wouldn't trust anyone around him, especially if Tommy doesn't want to see anyone & in general his reaction to possibly seeing other people once he is out of crowd and back in his room with Wil.

But idk, we will see

3. Shrike symbolism!! I love that Wilbur is like "man, the little birdie in my chest could be a shrike but like, I'm not cool enough for that. I'm just a songbird" but Niki is kind of gently nudging him towards "don't underestimate yourself" while also just making a general statement, at least that's how I see it. But also maybe foreshadowing. Wilbur finally snapping and going sicko mode?? I'm waiting for it. I will not be caught off guard again.

4. Niki and Jack's backstory :((

We get another look at how dogshit and corrupt this country is and we get it from the perspective of someone outside the palace. Someone who first hand experienced the brunt of the corruption and just wahhh. She's being so open and vulnerable as to what happened, it's fucking awful with what's to come. I cannot put into words how distraught this makes me, especially when I was so happy with like 'oh Niki and Techno crumbs!!'. How dare u.

I think I'm done for now though. You'll know if I have anything else to say lmao

Great chapter, I am so nervous about the next chapter and what's going to happen in it.

2/2

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oooo interesting theory as to what happened, you'll have to wait and see :)

yeahhhh the bottle of pills thing is probably okay for wilbur right now given he's a lot better than he was doing just a week before, but ponk and niki weren't sure of that. also not gonna say anything else regarding tommy getting painkillers. you'll have to wait and see for the next chapter.

the shrike symbolism was so fun to include i've had that written down for AGES now. niki was definitely trying to nudge him into thinking better of himself, so we'll ahve to wait and see how that progresses

(also just a note bc I don't really know where else I could talk about this, but shrikes are known for impaling their prey sometimes with their beaks. chapter 11, which is when wilbur has his panic attack after slipping up about schlatt, is called 'a beak jammed into a bone' referring to the bird in his chest and how it felt like it 'impaled' his ribcage when that happened :))

niki's backstory gave me a lot of opportunity to flesh out how fucked up the society they live in is. just the corruption that sits at the heart of it all. and yes techno and niki crumbs i love their dynamic <3

tysm for this shark anon!! i've missed seeing you in my inbox i hope you're doing well!!

[wyndford-dekarios-majima]

1, 4, 5, 11 from the ask game for phoenix? [asking as if i didn't make that guy. coughs]. or if you don't feel like it - pearson mayhaps?

dooooing both bc i am el stressed and talking abt them make me happy

1: "Love from the Other Side" - How has your perception of your f/o changed since the beginning? In what way? // WELL IN THE BEGINNING HE WAS YOUR SELF INSERT SO IT’S CHANGED A LOT I THINK LMAO but also like whatever i think you should be able to make out with your friends. nothings actually changed im just holding his hand now 4: "Fake Out" - It’s 3 AM. What are you and your f/o doing at that time? Are you asleep? If you’re awake, what are you doing? // Ace doesn’t sleep because they don’t think they need it and I’m unsure of Phoenix’s sleep schedule, but I’m decently sure he’d be asleep around then. Ace is carrying out unsavoury deals in an alleyway somewhere, Phoenix is snoring (loudly). 5: "Heaven, Iowa" - Is there anything about you/your s/i that your f/o finds oddly charming— something that others often overlook or ignore but they’re completely captivated by? // I think their lack of movement, maybe. They tend to talk quite animatedly when dealing with customers or passers by but when they’re comfortable or alone they’re stock still. Makes them a good surface to lean against because it’ll stay Consistent. 11: "The Kintsugi Kid (Ten Years)" - What’s one thing your f/o has learned from you? It could be a skill, a certain topic you know a lot about, anything really. And vice versa— what’s something you have learned from them? // I think it’d have learned a lot about how criminal enterprises actually work (and how to injure someone as much as possible both without killing them and without getting caught-). Ace has learned how to relax and cut loose more, and a lot about Star Stable lore. So much.

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1: "Love from the Other Side" - How has your perception of your f/o changed since the beginning? In what way? // I think it’s time to finally give backstory as to where I knew Pearson from before Tallyho! He’s a lovely OC that belongs to my friend Juno, and before I knew what Tallyho was, back when I was still heavily into RvB, a former friend was running a tabletop game centered around the RvB and Halo universe. Bun introduced Pearson as a throwaway character, because bun was reusing a Cyberpunk character as a DMPC, and at the time of the session Juno had joined and it was a nice little callback to the campaign that had finished. After that, I didn’t really hear much about him outside of callbacks when another friend of mine brought up his Cyberpunk OC, and Juno would chime in in relation to Pearson. Then, Tallyho happened. So, I’d say my first impressions were “aw, a callback”? LOL. Now, I’m…kind of scared to talk abt him in general? I do love him to death, and I’m like…I’m unwell about Pearson, but he’s not something I talk about with Juno. Lots of personal issues and context I can’t provide, but most of all it’s because I’m a fuckin weenie and I think if she knew how unwell I was about Pearson she’d think I’m weird- (also shou if you actually read this I'm begging you to not share with Juno if you get the itch to I will actually kill you) 4: "Fake Out" - It’s 3 AM. What are you and your f/o doing at that time? Are you asleep? If you’re awake, what are you doing? // Ace doesn’t sleep because they don’t think they need it and I’m absolutely certain that Pearson isn’t staying up beyond like, ten unless he absolutely has to (see; Atom wakes him up). So, same as with Phoenix, Pearson is snoozing and Ace is making illicit deals. 5: "Heaven, Iowa" - Is there anything about you/your s/i that your f/o finds oddly charming— something that others often overlook or ignore but they’re completely captivated by? // I’ve thought about this a lot and my answer is ‘everything’ because I’ve decided that Pearson approached first in the relationship (simply because I am giving myself a little ego boost). I think, maybe the whole face hole thing? Like. Not to get weird about my self image issues but there’s a reason the original concept for Ace was faceless. And to have him find that charming, or to have him appreciate it a little…makes my heart ache. 11: "The Kintsugi Kid (Ten Years)" - What’s one thing your f/o has learned from you? It could be a skill, a certain topic you know a lot about, anything really. And vice versa— what’s something you have learned from them? // Definitely how to smuggle things better. Making the most of the space up his sleeves, making sure things can’t fall out, etc etc- sure, he’s a grifter conman, but you can always improve! Ace has probably learned how to care about human life. They’ve seen people live, die, and everything in between for about as long as shadow has existed. It’s really hard to keep caring. Pearson managed to do it, though.

[whisper-and-tangle]

My Fanfics - Inactive, Ongoing, and Undetermined.

I've been going over what fics to like, stay inactive on and what ones I'm gonna try and finish-

Most of the ones I deem too OOC, too stupid, or that I just straight-up don't like anymore, I won't list here.

Whisper the Wolf - Wanderer: Inactive. If I ever decide to pick this up again, since I like the concept, I just hate what I've done with it, I'd probably restart it completely, following a similar plotline to the first chapter. It felt OOC how violent Whisper was, and I ultimately majorly dislike the second chapter.

Whisper & Tangle - Sonic Prime: Inactive, but just to note, this isn't my Sonic Prime fic featuring Mumble and Ivy- that's done. This fic was too gory, over-the-top-angst, I think.

Sonic x Elden Ring: The Scattered Emeralds: Undetermined. If I'm being honest, I LOVED THIS CONCEPT. I loved writing this, and love the concept. But I think I wrote it very, very badly. I might come back to it someday, but it's undetermined for now.

Belle & Tangle - Camping Trip: Inactive, this was a oneshot I never finished. It's meh, but I don't like it that much and wouldn't revisit it, most likely.

Tangaze - Road Trip!: Ongoing. This was, or atleast I think it is, one of the best fics I've ever wrote. I genuinely like this one, and the only reason I didn't continue it was because I couldn't think of how. I'd love to finish this, I just hope it doesn't come off as too rushed or anything.

Blaze the Werecat: Undetermined. If I enjoy writing Tangaze - Road Trip! alot, I might revisit this to write some more tangaze, but I'm relatively happy with how the series is at the moment.

The Best Sonic: Inactive. I don't know why I didn't list this as a finished work, because I'm not planning on going back to this- It was alright, but ultimately, I wouldn't know where to go with it next. ive been kinda uninspired and unimaginitive recently lmao

The Coffee Shop - Sonic AU: Undetermined. I liked some of this, hated some other parts. I might write some stuff about transfem tails, or relating to this fic in the future, but it's fate is unsure at the moment.

Tangle & Whisper: Roommate AU: Undetermined/Likely To Be Ongoing. This was my first ever fic. Why did any of you like this. what. how. It's cute, I guess, and I might pick it up again awhile in the future, if anyone would like that.

STH - New Beginnings: Inactive. This was one of my first, very long multi-chapter fic but it's formatted badly and I don't like it anymore. also i like. havent updated this in ages lmao so its kinda obvious its inactive

Maple/Future AU: Ongoing. I'd love to continue this. I want to make a multi-chapter fic sometimes, focusing on Maple, but I'd have to write her backstory first- which is kinda complicated.

[changeishard]

Some writing updates

Nothing serious, I just feel like talking (and I talk a lot so it's under a read more lol)

My next chaptered fic is almost done!! I have two chapters left to finish (one of those I only need to finish one scene; the other one is a bit more barren but I know what needs to be in it) and I was considering posting it after I was done with the more complete one, but I’m gonna hold off on that for now. I’m gonna be posting a lot because of the epistolary fic, and I feel kinda weird when I post too much, I’m always scared it’s gonna come off as spammy to the people who subscribe to me.

If you want a hint about the content of this next fic, I mentioned in the author’s notes of a one-shot this year that I had three fics that started out as funny dialogue but went into totally different directions. This is the third fic lol The funny dialogue in question was something I wrote in July of 2022. It sat there with less than 1k words until this year, when I finally had an idea on how to expand it. And I expanded it too much maybe, because it’s going to be at least 90k words long. I’m unsure yet if it will surpass 100k, we’ll see lmao

As for other stuff, I have two one-shots that I’m actively working on. One is an idea that I always told myself I didn’t want to do for reasons, but I had a sudden flash of inspiration after rereading some of my old original stories so yeah. It’s close to being finished, and it will get posted as soon as I do.

The other one I’m struggling with a little because I don’t know yet the best way to do the exposition part of the story. There’s a lot of backstory needed for it to make sense, but also lowkey I just loved exploring said backstory and coming up with things to happen in it so idk. Hopefully I’ll finish it someday, because I really like this idea lol

I have another chaptered fic, but I’m taking my time with it. It was an idea that actually came to me in a dream (I wish I was joking lol) and I changed up the details to make it more fun for me to write, and now it’s kinda plot heavy lol Unsure if I will ever finish it, but I’m liking the way it’s coming out so far.

There are also two more chaptered fics, but they’re both indefinitely on hold; plus a one-shot that I’ll probably get to once I’m not as burnt out of one specific series of mine. I wish I could have written it before Halloween, but it was absolutely not gonna happen lol There are also a bunch of half-baked ideas that are probably not going anywhere but I’ll keep them around just in case.

Also, I do have a one-shot for a different fandom that I desperately want to finish since I’ve had it half-written since 2021, but I’m not into it much right now. Maybe someday lol

That’s pretty much it. This year was weird writing-wise because I feel like I completely drained myself in the first half of the year, and I basically spent about two months not even opening any documents because I had no words coming out of my brain, and a long time before that hating every single thing I wrote (wonder why I reedited cykas? This is why lmao).

I’m honestly floundering a little bit, but I still want to finish the things I started before the hyperfixation runs out. I don’t want it to, to be completely honest, but I feel like it might not survive the next year? Idk, it’s already lasted much longer than previous hyperfixations of mine so I feel like it’s about to end anytime soon.

BUT I’m still enjoying it? Like, I’m still thinking about it and having ideas? Maybe I just feel like the best is already over because my three favorites are pretty solidified and I doubt anything will change that. Or maybe I’m still feeling the writer’s block a little because I just don’t know if what I’m writing now lives up to the three untouchables and that’s bumming me out too.

Anyways, that last part was a ramble lol but that’s what this tumblr should be for, in theory. I always think I like talking about my writing and then I do talk and realize huh that was a bit much maybe I don’t want people to know me at all ever so yeah. This post will be up for a while, but don’t be surprised if it randomly disappears in the future lol

[multifandomshell]

Adaman, Irida and Volo 1, 8, 14, 22, plus one wildcard for whichever question you want!

Oh hey!! Welcome to my blog, you're my first ask! Dunno if I'm supposed to choose one for each question or do all of them, so I'm doing the latter. This is gonna be pretty long, so buckle up lol

Why do you like or dislike this character?

I'm pretty neutral with Adaman, he's a character with solid design and personality, but I just wish there's more story to him. The only noteworthy story stuff I find about him is that he has a lot of siblings, which make for a fun dynamic, he's a bit unsure being a leader (altho that appears few and far between), and that's kind of it? He's kind of boring imo Adaman fans pls don't come @ me ;A;

Irida, on the other hand, I actually get attached to a lot more than I expected. She has the same solid design and personality as well, but I like that there's more focus on her personal conflict. Since she's young and a recent leader, the insecurity of being a leader is stronger on her side, not to mention the whole thing with Palina. You can actually see that she's growing as well over the course of the main story.

Lastly, Volo. He has a death grip on my soul Unsurprisingly my fave, mainly because of the angst potential he has and his way of thinking. Personally, I take one look on his idea of "The world is unjust so we need to start over" and thought 'oh, big mood'. (The same reason I got attached to Cyrus lmao) Unlike Cyrus tho, he's a lot more human and he acknowledges it, which is where I like to imagine how shit goes down with him, especially with his vague backstory.

8. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you despise?

When it comes to all of them? Just water down their personality by A LOT. One thing I saw in how ppl treat them in fanfics, especially with Volo, is either making him a terrible irredeemable monster with zero personality other than 'evil' and 'master manipulator' and making him the butt of the joke, or he's a soft fluffy UwU boy that instantly regrets what he's done and becomes good after the MC kisses him or something. Like I get that it happens in memes for the former and x reader indulgences for the latter, but cmon guys. Once or twice is fine, but I feel like it's so overdone. You can't just erase the canon like this. Volo is a compassionate guy. Volo knows well the weight of what he's doing / will do to the world. Those things can and do coexist.

I also have a really long tangent for Volo being compared to Kamado in terms of evilness and being hated / loved by the fandom, but that's for another post if you actually want to see it.

While I don't see much of their depiction in fics (because I'm not wading through 157 submas or x reader fics just to find a decent fic of them), I do also think that, like Volo, Adaman also suffers from his character and story shoved aside because ppl focus more on the fact he's hot, be it in fanarts or fics. I do occasionally see some interesting takes on his character that are explored further, but it's either a) a hidden gem, or b) overshadowed by the main plot of more popular fic focuses (again, submas AUs or x readers)

And for a main character, Irida is just really shoved aside in the fic department. You have to actively scour for stuff about her, although I don't actually do that so I don't really know how bad this gets.

14. Assign a fashion aesthetic to this character.

Why would you make me do this I am the worst at this aaaaa- (ded)

Adaman is not formal. At all. Assigning him a steampunk aesthetic because of the association with time is really cool, but expect him to be fussy about it. He is 100% casual, bonus points if the clothes are long sleeved and baggy or loose in any way. (Which is ironic since those are a nightmare to clean in boggy terrain. Whoops, sorry bud) In a way, his modern drip is actually really fitting.

Irida is definitely the opposite of Adaman. She NEEDS her clothes to be at least somewhat revealing, otherwise she won't survive the summer. I can also see her choosing light colored clothes instead of the black undershirt in her modern drip since it reflects light (and therefore heat) instead of absorbing it. Also jewelries. Nothing too excessive, just a bracelet or maybe some earrings to match her outfit.

Volo is definitely an ancient greek aesthetic, although he may be open to other things as well. Like Adaman, his clothes tend to lean on the more comfortable side, although he doesn't mind revealing clothes too much. His default is thick jackets or hoodies with fur linings (and the fandom also agrees since it's the consensus modern drip for him lmao) but I imagine him wearing more traditional celestica clothes in private since his heritage is near and dear to his heart.

Literally no polyester, rayon, nylon, or any synthetic fabric for these guys. They would die of rashes within 30 minutes. (Aside from Volo, but he's still dropping it after a while)

22. If you're a fic reader, what's something you like in fics when it comes to this character? Something you don't like?

While I'm mainly a Volo x Reader fic main (yes I'm one of those ppl pls don't judge ("o_o)) I actually enjoy the fics that analyzes their characters and behavior more. Potentially also worldbuilding and relationship dynamic with some other character (that don't involve romance) is also really good and I keep coming back to them.

Some of my recommendations for Volo in Ao3 is teach me a kinder world (whatever you can bring) and a lot more Volo and Cogita stuff by absolutenadir. Another one is 成功を祈ります (English ver.) and while it's presented as an x reader, reader barely appears and there's zero romance scenes at all. After the story itself, there's a really detailed breakdown of Volo's character as the author has a philosophy masters degree (bless your soul Laurentine, hopefully you're doing well out there) and I think it's a good foundation for understanding and writing Volo as a character as well.

While I don't actively read Adaman and Irida focused fics, there is The Importances of History (Class) by annasofroma which is a series dedicated on worldbuilding and relationship building. While the main focus is on the Galaxy Team, I've read all of them and there's at least one fic in there where both are prominent figures and actually express a distinct way of thinking. There's also same earth; same air; same sky which explore their sibling-like dynamics.

But on that note, shoutout to jdphobe for making that and Apotheosis as well. Definitely the most invested I have ever been in a long fic. There's two other legends arceus fic of theirs as well that focuses on Volo but be sure to give them a read as well!!

And I think that's it!! This post's gone on for long enough so no wildcard for today. Thanks for sending me the ask!

[a-tale-of-legends]

Ideas for Legendverse Champions ( not all)

Lance

Is often called "old man" by Cynthia. He is only 3 years older than her.

Generally very stern and straightforward. But also very paternal, a very good source of comfort for the likes of Blue and Silver.

Bc he's very straightforward he didn't immediately notice how Red was handling his new position. He regrets it deeply.

Fucking Dork. Likes puns and capes and sweets and gossip magazines -

^ the puns get worse when he becomes a father ( Silver)

Overall very respected among the leagues. Not entirely sure if he was a champion before Blue, but that's something I'll think about later.

Wallace

Still deciding when or how long Wallace became champion tbh. If it was literally at the end of the magma aqua plot I feel bad bc his reign was so short. But anything longer and I have to figure out how long Steven n Wallace were champions respectively. I'll figure it out eventually

Thanks to Juan he can speak several languages- including his own home dialect

Used to be pretty uptight as a kid. Training with Juan made this rigid exterior melt away but what really speed ran this was meeting Steven motherfucking Stone. Wallace used to hate this man lmao.

Wasn't expecting to be someone Jin goes to for comfort but he'll gladly be a shoulder to lean on for the kid.

Cynthia

I want her to do more in platinum but I dunno what lol

Knows Cyrus from a while ago, but has lost connection with him at some point. She doesn't really blame herself for how he ended up though.

Kinda like Steven in that she enjoys being champion but likes doing her own thing more. She's not irresponsible by any means, but her focuses tend to be elsewhere. Sometimes it seems Lucian is running the league.

I would say in the modern era the champion title went like this: Bertha -> Palmer -> Cynthia. Palmer wasn't really there to help Cynthia with the process of being a champion. While she no longer resents the man, she isn't totally fond of him. She tries not to carry that out on Barry, especially bc the boy just wants to impress his dad.

^ so bc of that, Cynthia really does try to be there for Danica when she champion. It's easy enough bc Danica was literally 11 when she gained the title, so it was moreso Danica having the title, but Cynthia pretty much did everything else. She's perfect by no means- again she likes doing her own thing- but she really is trying.

Used to be very close with her little sister Calypso. But Cynthia's fame is as a blessing as it is a curse. It kinda drove them apart, and Cynthia isn't sure what to do to fix things.

Diantha

The media LOVES pointing out her "rags to riches" backstory. It is true that she wasn't exactly rich when she started out, but she wasn't like. Some dirt poor girl that was finally seen for her talents or some shit. Her life was honestly pretty average. She did have big dreams to make it big one day, but that can go for anyone, no?

Best friends with professor Sycamore. Unsure how they met ( either through childhood or meeting at the legendary evolution guru's training stuff) but they've been close friends ever since. Life kinda prevents them from hanging out as much as they used to, but they try to have monthly- bi monthly meet ups.

Knows karate. Do NOT fuck with her.

Okay that's it I'm tired but still can't sleep so. Bleh.

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