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eyes-of-rock · 12 days ago

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Revenge

Paul Stanley X OC

Chapter Two

-> {Prologue // Chapter one} (would love to link it but can't)

I do one final look at myself to make sure everything is perfect. I'm wearing a beautiful satin emerald green tea-length dress. It is sleeved with a plunging v-neckline, and the fabric gathers up at the torso. The dress looks stunning to me—the perfect revenge dress. I look damn good.

I look at my living room wall clock—two minutes till four. I take my clutch off the table and head out the door. As I leave my apartment building, a slick black Porsche pulls up.

I know there is no one living around here with a car that nice. The most excellent vehicle I've seen is my Toyota. So it has to be Paul. Right on time. Impressive. I note. More than I can say for Jack, my ex and groom of the wedding I'm about to attend.

The car is sexy as hell. I haven't ever seen a Porsche in person before, at least not this close. You might think it is crazy, considering I live in Los Angeles, but I don't live in the Hollywood part.

Paul seems to be understanding the assignment. I know no one is going to be pulling up to this wedding in a car this nice.

I walk up to the car and open the door. The interior is a sexy black leather. This is the most excellent car I've ever been in. It almost feels wrong to be sitting in a Porsche with Paul Stanley of KISS. I'm a security guard at an office with an awful dating history. I'm not a model or an actress.

“You look stunning.” Paul compliments me, sliding his sunglasses down his nose for a better look.

“Thank you.” I smile, “You look pretty good yourself.”

He's wearing a nice black double-breasted suit jacket, a black striped vest underneath it, and a white low-cut t-shirt under the vest, and he's showing off just a peak of his chest hair. Then he's wearing some nice black jeans. He looks perfect.

I think that wedding is about to be hit by a big surprise, and I can't fucking wait. That's what they fucking deserve.

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“Lorna.” My mother greets me coldly. “I didn't expect you'd come.”

If you can't tell, she took Vanessa’s side. It's not surprising. She's always been her favourite and could do no wrong. It was always my fault, even when she was in the wrong. This situation is no different.

She eyes up Paul. She wants me to introduce her to my date because she's too proud to introduce herself. Every single guy I've ever brought home, and there haven't been many, she's done this same thing, too. Meanwhile, with Vanessa, it’s always been a friendly smile and an introduction.

“I know that's why I came,” I tell her, “and this is Paul Stanley. Paul, this is my mother.”

“Are you two seeing each other?” She asks in a rather demanding tone. She sounds rather unimpressed. Good.

I don't know how to answer that. I want to say yes, to get her back because we are now that I took him to this wedding technically. But this is also the first time we've gone out if this even counts as going out. I don't want to overstep and say something untrue. Who knows how he's feeling about this? However, something about our conversation a few days ago tells me he’s hoping it is going in that direction. For whatever reason. I still can't figure out why he even went after me, to begin with.

I’m not against the idea. He's been nothing but a gentleman all night so far. Paul is an adorable, caring guy behind the Starchild persona. I don't know if I'm someone he'd want on his arm at the end of the day.

“Yes, and your daughter is a lovely woman,” Paul answers for me, putting his hand on the small of my back and pulling me closer.

“Oh. Isn’t he a little old to look like a teenage degenerate?” My mother asks me, being a snotty cunt as per-usual. I know she's referring to the fact Paul has long hair.

“Isn't Jack a little young to be balding?” I fire back without thinking. His hair is thinner than a piece of paper. At least Paul still has all his hair and is older than Jack.

“You need to check your attitude, Lorna!” my mother gasps, scolding me and holding her hand to slap me. Like she always did to punish me as a kid.

I'm just going to take it like a grown women. I've been hit by her so many times it doesn't even hurt anymore.

“I wouldn't hit her if I were you,” Paul warns her, his voice level and calm.

My mother stops dead in her tracks and looks utterly shocked. I'm just as amazed as her. No one has ever actually stood up for me before. I'm not used to that; my mother isn't used to being told no.

“I want to hit my daughter for being disrespectful, and I will.” My mother gasped, horrified someone told her no, that someone stood up for me.

“Not while I'm here.” Paul insists.

“You’ve always been a spiteful girl; of course, you brought a little guard dog. Just don't ruin this day for your sister.” my mother spits at me, sounding disgusted.

Then, before I can retaliate, she turns and stomps off. I make sure to flip the bird her way real quick. That's what she deserves after that interaction.

I watch her walk over to my sister, hug and kiss her. When only moments ago, she was going to slap me in the face. It fucking hurts. I don't know why I've never been good enough for her. I wish I could have been. I fucking do.

I shouldn't have come. I know being around my family fills me with both anger and hurt. Yet here I am, and I refuse to look like they are getting to me, so I leave early.

At least I'm not alone. Paul is in my corner, which is very sweet of him. He didn't have to defend me, but he did, proving him to be a good guy.

“What a lovely woman,” Paul says sarcastically, an unpleasant look on his face.

“Yeah.” I agree, “Thank you.”

“I wasn't going to let her hit you.” He tells me, sounding like it's just a no-brainer. “Any normal person would have reacted the same way.”

“Well, you say that, but Jack let her hit me in front of him once,” I tell him.

“He’s a jackass,” Paul says, “I mean, come on, he let you go.”

“He did me a favour.” I admit, “I could be the idiot marrying him.”

“Exactly.” He agrees. “This won't be their last marriage.”

“You think?” I ask curiously.

“It’s not a good sign when the couple meets through adultery. Then you have to factor in he's an asshole.” He explains, “I promise you, this marriage will end eventually.”

“I hope you’re right,” I say as we sit at the table. Naturally, my sister put me in one near the back. Not with the rest of my family.

“Hello everyone.” The maid of honour, Vanessa’s best friend since middle school, speaks into the mic at the front of the venue with the rest of the wedding party.

“I’m the maid of honour.” She introduces herself.

“This is a love story for the ages.” She continues, and I roll my eyes. This is going to be a long speech.

“When Vanessa met Jack on that fateful rainy day in October at the Oldstone Bar. They locked eyes, and even though Vanessa had never met him, she knew her destiny was to be with him. So she walked up to him, and their love story began, even though she had to deal with jealousy from her sister of all people they made it through.”

“What the fuck?!” I blurt out in utter shock at the lies from that woman's mouth.

Are they out here spinning it like I made the whole thing up? Like they never knew each other, and I was jealous and getting in the fucking way? When there is undeniable proof that Jack dated me and they had a fucking affair? His entire family met me as his girlfriend. We dated for two whole fucking years. If anyone was jealous, it was Vanessa; she broke us up.

I'm so angry right now I can't even think straight. All I can think about is walking up on that stage and telling everyone the truth. I know I shouldn't, but I can't let this fucking slide. I can't let them tell a fucking lie to everyone and get away with it. I'm done. I’m not holding my tongue any longer.

I stand up.

“WHAT A LOAD OF BULLSHIT!” I yell to catch everyone's attention.

Everyone gasps, and the room falls silent.

“You two are such fucking liars.” I ask, “Would you like to know how they met?”

“I was dating Jackass over there,” I say, pointing right at Jack’s stupid fucking balding head.

He looks as terrified as he should be.

“and then he goes and cheats with my bitch of a sister Vanessa. Who never so much as felt a drop of rumours. So if anyone in that situation was because it was her.”

“Lorna, please-” My father bags; he doesn't ever get involved. He spent my whole childhood just letting everyone treat me like shit.

“No.” I snap, standing firm, “You don't deserve me to stop; I'm done with all of you.”

“You two deserve each other,” I say, pointing towards my sister, who's crying crocodile tears and her pussy ass husband.

“I wish you a short and miserable marriage.” I pick up the champagne glass and cheer it towards them.

Then I start walking towards the door, everyone looking at me. I hold my head up high. I don't regret it. It had to be said, and I don't care if a single one of these fuckers talks to me again.

I take a deep breath once I'm outside. I don't even feel sad. I don't feel like I’m losing something, but I am walking away from them. From cutting them off. I probably should have done this years ago.

“I’m sorry you had to see that.” I apologize to Paul; I feel slightly embarrassed, so I just blew up in front of the frontman of KISS.

“I get it if you don't want to see me again.”

He didn't know me well and had to put up with all my family drama. He's been very nice about it, but he must think I'm insane now.

“Don’t apologize.” He says, “They had it coming.”

“Really? You don't think I'm crazy?” I ask, surprised.

“You’re the most normal one there.” He laughs, “I’d love to take you out again, maybe this time without your family.”

“I’d like that.” I smile at him, “And don't worry, I don't think I’ll be talking to them anymore.”

And I wholeheartedly mean every word of that. This wedding had a better ending than I could have thought. I did get my revenge.

#Paul Stanley fanfiction #kiss fanfiction #the bitchs fanfiction

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strawberyaurabya · 2 months ago

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Esmeralda Celestine- TOH OC Reference

Esmeralda “Esme” Celestine (she/her) 🩷💜💙

Here’s some old cringe Witchsona content from a long time ago! I plan to continue drawing her and make some comics after I finish up with the doodles. Please don’t make fun of my oc x canon! It may be cringe but I’m happy with it ><“

Age: 31 years old

Height: 161 cm (5’3”)

MBTI: intj-t

Head preacher of the Emperor’s Coven

One of the Emperor’s Right Hands

Has a scar on her left cheek, a result of Belo’s “outburst” and an argument between them

She lacks a sigil on her wrist, as Belos plans to keep her around for information on the human realm.

She dons wings and an avian form, as a result of her palisman’s sacrifice (Reminiscent to Flapjack’s sacrifice for Hunter.)

🤍 More info under the cut!! I might also post more of her backstory if I gain the confidence. There’s quite a bit of writing under the cut, and I’m proud of the effort I put into it. If you’d like, you may take a look; But it’s a little long.

Personality:

Deceptive

Elegant, poised

Calculated, cautious

Stubborn, dedicated towards a cause

Soft-spoken, observant and perceptive

Pious

Her relationship with Belos:

Belos and Esmeralda see each other as potential threats to their plans, but also as “allies”, although they are both aware that they’re an edge away from stabbing each other in the backs. As they grow closer, the two bond over being “lost souls stuck in a place that certainly isn’t home”, and admittedly start to let their guard down. Esmeralda wants to help Emperor Belos on his mission to cleanse the word of witchcraft. As Esmeralda Celestine learns the truth about this mysterious “Emperor Belos”, and the human named “Philip Wittebane” behind the facade, she feels conflicted on whether she should befriend this stranger more, or not all all. The truth about the Day of Unity slowly unravels in Esmeralda’s mind, as she learns about the Draining Spell, Grimwalkers, the assembly of the portal door in his study, and Philip’s hatred of witches. Esmeralda assisted significantly in building the portal towards the human realm, helping to recover the damaged fragments and reassemble them. She initially thought that they would both return “home” to the human realm after the Day of Unity, part ways, and continue their own separate goals.

Her relationship with Hunter:

After her… unpleasant first encounter with the Golden Guard, she admittedly held a lot of grudges, and stayed relatively silent about them. Thank Titan, Esmeralda was glad she did. Hunter was a kind, good-natured boy, who reminded Esmeralda of herself as a child. She’s gentler to Hunter, and aware of his secret palisman. Yet, she stays quiet about it, and will never tell Belos in fear that he will hurt the poor bird. Esmeralda often finds ways to sneak Hunter a blood apple or two, when she finds the time out of duties. He isn’t exactly fond of Esmeralda’s growing alliance with Belos, and knows something is… off. He will open up to Esmeralda, but not fully trust her.

Her relationship with Lilith:

Lilith was Esmeralda’s first ally in the Coven, giving her a tour of the castle and protecting her from stepping out of line. She was also the one to comfort Esmeralda after Belos’s outburst, and visited her in the Healing Chambers, while she was getting tended to by Hettie Cutburn. Esmeralda found herself fascinated by Lilith’s Raven palisman, and admired Lilith for fighting tooth and nail so that her familiar wouldn’t be collected by the Emperor. When Lilith started “waking up” from Emperor Belos’s manipulation and finally betraying him, she left without another word to Esmeralda, which caused her to feel abandoned again. She resented Lilith after that, and brushed her away. (At one point, Esmeralda had a temporary, one-sided crush on Lilith.)

Her relationship with the Collector:

The Collector keeps calling her “Auntie Esme”, and it’s starting to stick… She finds herself intimidated by the little starchild, but often hears echoes and cries for freedom, coming out of the little mirror he’s trapped in. She’s glad Belos is keeping them in there… for now.

Her relationship with Kikimora:

Often jealous of Esmeralda’s high-ranked position, and power, the tiny red demon often stalks her, makes an extra mile to ruin the witch’s day. She has tried 892 different times to kill her. Nonetheless, she’s intimidated by Esmeralda’s power, and will refrain from attacking her in plain sight. She takes a more passive-aggressive approach.

Her relationship with Eda:

Eda had taken care of Esmeralda for a short period of time, when she was younger and attacked by witch hunters. She rescued the dying young witch, and took her into the Demon Realm. When she heard of Esmeralda’s new occupation among the ranks of the EC, she almost choked on her apple blood and burst out laughing. The Owl Lady wasn’t expecting such a shy, skittish girl to become a well-feared and manipulative figure of authority in less than two decades. relationship with Eda:

Eda had taken care of Esmeralda for a short period of time, when she was younger and attacked by witch hunters. When she heard of Esmeralda’s new occupation of “Silver Priestess”, she almost choked on her apple blood and burst out laughing. The Owl Lady wasn’t expecting such a shy, skittish girl to become a well-feared and manipulative figure of authority in less than two decades.

Occupations + Affilations:

Head Preacher in the Emperor’s Coven

Secretly a Witch Hunter, despite ironically being a witch

Never joined a track, because she wasn’t educated in the Demon Realm as a child

Goals:

Return to the Human Realm

Assist with the cleansing of “evil” in the Boiling Isles

Join the secret society of witch hunters in Gravesfield, where she was raised

Recruitment into the Coven System:

When Emperor Belos was informed that there were multiple opening factors into the Human Realm, the first action he took was to send Construction covenants to completely ravage every part of the Boiling Isles. No elaborations were needed, it was merely part of the “Titan’s Will”, the Lord had insisted. His nephew, Hunter Wittebane, was already preparing for his coronation as the youngest Golden Guard, and his only task was accomplishing a deed that would deem him worthy of the Title, and respect from his Uncle, which he had still had to thank for taking him in.

There had been tales of an “angel” in Bonesborough circling around the Emperor’s Coven, supposedly a religious and mythical creature from the human realm which was harder to encounter than a possum. Hunter could practically see the spark in Emperor Belos’s eyes when the information had entered his ears, and automatically knew what needed to be done. This “angel”… knew something about a certain place; where the rain doesn’t boil.

After endless nights of research, spying, and prodding at other members of the Emperor’s Coven, he had found where this mysterious “Esmeralda” had resided, and arrived with a cage, chains, and an army of scouts. Unfortunately for him, Hunter wasn’t the only one who was looking to please the Emperor… Lilith and Kikimora were also desperate for a form of praise from the cruel tyrant, and weren’t willing to back down without a fight. After hearing the commotion outside and losing patience, Esmeralda almost effortlessly outpowered and tricked the scouts, and left Hunter, Kikimora, and Lilith to take her down themselves. After begrudgingly teaming up, they clipped her wings, and dragged her into the gilded cage, a gift and an offering to be displayed before Emperor Belos.

While waiting in the throne room for the Emperor’s arrival, the three fruitlessly attempted to put a sigil on the struggling Esmeralda, until abruptly stopped by Emperor Belos’s refusal to give her a sigil, a simple and authoritative “no.”. Although Kikimora tried to protest, the Emperor explained that he couldn’t give sigils to those he didn’t deem worthy; and further dismissed the members. The true reason that Philip didn’t want to give Esmeralda a sigil, is because she could be useful, and it would be a waste if the Draining Spell killed her off. Plus, he didn’t even know if she was truly a witch. Despite his aloof and cold demeanor, he almost seemed morbidly fascinated in the so-called “Angel”, which he had restrained from moving with magic.

Emperor Belos primarily keeps Esmeralda in close proximity, and his grip on her does not slacken an ounce. If anything, he grows more wary of the witch in what could be mistaken as an overprotective manner. It was already a risk to try to pry information from her on how to get back to the human realm, and the last thing he needs is Esmeralda getting too curious. She already knows too much…

At first, she was kept in her gilded cage as a precaution, often interrogated by Emperor Belos, or another higher-ranking member of the Coven. Emperor Belos found himself enthralled and somewhat amused by her occasional stories, and her connections to other witch hunters. Esmeralda had seemed more… dignified than other witches. Yet, she was rather stingy with the information told, either not trusting him enough to reveal anything to him, or simply not remembering at all. The cage would not do at all, if Belos were to gain her trust. He had to be patient and gentle, as Esmeralda could escape, along with the chance of accomplishing his goals. Esmeralda was unique and strong with magic (She had already taken down a troop of scouts, and had almost defeated Hunter, Lilith, and Kikimora together) had a deceptive, siren-like quality to her voice, and seemed to be pious.. that could be useful, especially for converting Wild Witches into covens, in a more efficient manner. More importantly, she would be easy to break, and fit the broken pieces into his little “game”.

And thus, “The Silver Priestess” was crowned, not long after the Golden Guard. Esmeralda was granted the elaborate title as Head Preacher of the Emperor’s Coven. To both Belos and inhabitants of the Boiling Isles, Esmeralda certainly has the mannerisms of a prestigious soul who is devout in the eyes of the Titan, despite being a witch. She knows that the Titan is dead as a result of spying on Belos.. But that’s okay, she finds it humorous. She will play up to it…

She became cunning and deceptive, often using her clandestine and occult methods of converting wild witches into Covens. In the grand scheme of things, it’s a facade.. A vow of death, behind chants of holy light, feathers, and empty promises of ascension into the In-Between realm. Silent threats are muttered telepathically through the victims’ heads… “Make the heretics suffer.. Play the music of the light until their ears shatter. Make their heads writhe in pain, until they finally repent for what they took away. Break every. Single. One. Of. Their. Souls.”

Esmeralda often holds her ceremonies in the Conformatorium, as a punishment towards wild witches who step out of line. She is occasionally asked to take “safety measures” so the Basilisks stay in line as well. Emperor Belos has taken great care to build The Silver Priestess her own cathedral, aware of her devout beliefs similar to his own. The room is dark and ornate, covered in elaborate stained-glass windows that sport eyes all over them, and many candles. Her ceremonies are often depicted on portraits as “blessings” and “heroic deeds”, when they are truly torture in order to get the “evil” to conform.

Home:

Emperor’s Castle, Boiling Isles (Demon Realm)

Gravesfield, Connecticut (Human Realm)

Bonesborough (Temporarily, while being nursed back to health by Eda after being attacked by Witch Hunters)

Allies:

Emperor Belos (Philip Wittebane)

The Collector

Hunter (Mother-son dynamic)

Lilith (formerly)

Enemies:

Kikimora (Self-explanatory)

Lilith (Felt betrayed once she left the EC)

Emperor Belos (???)

Palismen/staff:

Artificial Magic Staff (Gifted by Belos himself once she joined his ranks)

Serenity (A dove-shaped palisman who she befriended in her childhood. He sacrificed himself to save her.)

Likes:

Apples

Picto-glyphs (Especially light)

Birds

Melancholy songs

Sketching and journaling

Nightly hours

Worship

Dislikes:

Sleeping

The Boiling Isles??? (Starting to grow fond of it)

Loud noises

Confined spaces and cages

Covenless Witches

Abandonment

Stats:

Kindness: 4.5/10

Charisma: 9/10

Patience: 8/10

Integrity: 1/10

Intellect: 9/10

Maturity: (Season 1 and Season 2a) 6/10, (Season 2b and Season 3) 9/10

Courage: 8/10

Humor: 2.5/10

Temper: Depends

#the owl house #Toh #belos x oc #Toh oc #Oc art #oc reference #Trauma #witch #oc x canon #shartyzzart

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voidyyzz · 1 year ago

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favorite point ship?

Also do you have any OCS X Cannon?

1. Stratoshine,,, (they’re both my dads guys it’s canon hatsune miku told me)

2. YES,, MANY,,,

I ship my Rocky (my SS2 oc) with Ixol,,, HIS SILLYNESS CAPTIVATED ME AND MADE ME SWOON OK

And then there’s Monochr0m (who’s actually just a regular oc of mine, but in their universe their able to traverse to multiple universes) and Lord Sinister from TDS

You can see what Mono looks like from one of my recent art posts btw!! i dont remember if ive posted art of Rocky already so i’ll go ahead and give yall their ref for chapter 1 and onwards of Wishing Stars! (They obvs wont look like this in the prologue) (tho they will at the very end of the prologue going into chapter 1 so i mean,, they kind of do)

(Btw “Starcatcher” is a nickname given to them early in the story but i dont wanna spoil how they get it) (im thinking of changing it to Starchild)

I also had an oc x canon ship of Dom from Phighting and a phighting oc i had named Casta, but since i left phighting for,, yknow,, i shouldnt really have to explain how horrid the fandom is, but i dont really have them as a ship that’s oc x canon anymore and im using Casta for something different now!

Here’s their ref too!! (They’re kinda the ADO of their universe lmao) (as in they’re music is similar to ADO’S and i think that if ADO’S music was in their universe they’d probably be the one that sung it)

#adventure forward 2 #voidyyzz art #adventure forward au #oc artwork #adventure forward #oc x canon #adventure forward wishing stars #voidyyzz asks #<< gonna make this a new tag #roblox

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nella16 · 4 months ago

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His Partner In Eternity | Collector x OC

Ch22: Choiceless

Before everything that happened, since we're finished with Chalent's path

Let's see what was her star dealing with, since she was taken, he was devastated, angry, but mostly, scared for her

Knowing Estoile, he LOVED tidy stuff, stuff being clean, cleaned by him

But .. Filos, maybe, may maybe, the old guy can still be around, right?

It was a mere wish to make, yet so desired

But maybe he can get her, he will get her back ... hopefully

As his hand slowly touched the necklace, which was once a gift from Solar and Lunar, a hand was put on his shoulder

Raine, or more likely, Belos in disguise, looked up at the starchild, who was floating " anything deepend in your mind, little one? "

" You ... said I'm in danger " he murmured, before trying to put up a smile, trying to brush it off, as his eyes rolled " wh-which I kinda find it funny, this can never happen! "

There's no time for this, no need for this

" I'm afraid it is true, Collector, your now closest one is going to destroy- "

He was cut off by Collector, who was laughing loudly " oh, good one, but I'm really not into this now! "

He never turned to Raine, his hands raised to grab on each other's arm, shifting nervously at the claimed danger

Raine sighed " as you wish ... " before turning to leave " .. I could've done a desirable help for you .."

" Done what? " Collector immediately turned to him

Raine smirked to the expected reaction, as he turned back to him, smiling " I can assure you to get back with your beloved partner, Chal, was it? "

He looked down, momentarily silently till he spoke again " .. Chalent .. "

Then he raised his finger, pointing at Collector, smiling " but only in one, simple condition, as simple as- "

" Enough rhythm! just say it! " Collector exclaimed, Raine chuckled at his impatience " just be more calm " he puts hands on the little star's shoulders " and follow my lead, if you intend to "

Raine came closer, whispering " please .. take a look at him " before he steps, turning his back

" WAIT! King would never betray me! .. right? " Collector shouted, but soon enough, for Raine's smirk to secretly appear, as Collector's hesitated murmur made it clear, as the starchild went to his bed, covering his eyes with his hat

Seeing King at the forest, with Eda and Lilith

" So, King, recording to those uh, borrowed books, the Titans' magic can cancel the Collectors', and, that's why- "

" They killed the Titans ...? "

A weird, yet annoying feeling got on him, shivering, as he sadly looked at King

Just why? why would he-

" Well, yeah .. but we can defeat The Collector! or even trapping him again! "

" Wait, no! we can't do that! "

A smirk, out of relief crossed Collector's face, as he looked back at Raine, " see? He's looking out for me "

Now he can-

" Well, why not? "

" Because it didn't work! "

WAIT WH-?!

Collector covered his eyes again, to listen more

" For things to come back to normal The Collector must be stopped for good, and I think I know a more, permanent solution "

This ...

Too much ...

" That didn't sound ... very friendly "

He looked down, got his legs closer, Raine momentarily looked at him

You poor, pathetic little monster, you can't give a more creative expression with a sadness after another ...

" I also heard the human came back "

" Luz! Why's she back?! "

" So she could help him to defeat you, now, it's not that hard now it is? "

" I .... so, this is your condition? " Collector never gazed up, his hands' fingers crossed into each other, calmly broken

Yet, there might be-

" Firstly, we'll have to teach your friends a lesson, Chalent can't come back tired and see how endangered you are, can she? "

" No ... "

#oc #collector the owl house #collector toh #the owl house #toh #toh collector #the owl house king #toh oc

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tenderandmoistfanfic · 7 months ago

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The Starchild - Chapter 2 – Unravelling Truths

A Warhammer 40k fanfiction.

OC (female) x everyone.

Romance. Angst. Non-canon.

The second chapter in a new series :) Enjoy!

Yuki's eyes widened, taken aback by the marine's revelation. How did he know? Her cheeks slowly turned pink as she became more aware of all the eyes on her.

"I... how?" she stammered, looking at the marine who identified her.

The space marine smirked.

"Your speech is that of a noble, and though your physical appearance has changed, your mannerisms, name and the little details you shared reveal much," he explained.

The apothecary stepped beside her, studying her for a moment.

"It would appear that you are not of the Abhuman strain as we originally thought, correct?" he inquired.

"No. This is not my original body. I am confused about what happened and how any of this transpired," Yuki responded.

The apothecary furrowed his brow in concern, as if trying to read her thoughts through her body language.

"Can you describe to me what you recall before you arrived in the void? Any minute detail may be important," he pressed.

Yuki looked down, trying hard to remember.

"It was the same as every day. I went to wish Father good night, then retired to my own room. I washed up and then went to bed. I don't remember anything after that," she recounted.

The apothecary stared at her intently, his expression registering confusion.

"You do not recall feeling ill? You do not recall waking with any pains or discomfort at all?" he inquired, his tone now tinged with suspicion.

"No. I don't remember anything..." Yuki trailed off.

The apothecary took a step forward, his eyes examining her form.

"Tell me," he asked softly, "can you walk without any assistance?"

"Yes," Yuki replied quickly, not wanting to be touched again by these unfamiliar men.

The apothecary nodded and stepped back, crossing his arms and studying her intently.

"Your appearance may resemble that of an Abhuman," he commented, "but your mind is human. Clearly shown by your eloquence, speech and mannerisms. Furthermore, your ability to hide your anxiety and fear shows that you are of noble upbringing. This leads me to my next question."

"Go ahead," Yuki replied firmly.

"Given your behavior and mannerisms, I can deduce one of two possibilities," the apothecary continued, stepping forward once more. "Was your body stolen? Or was it replaced?"

Yuki's eyes widened.

"Stolen? Replaced? How could any of this transpire in the first place? That would mean the Imperial Palace was compromised. Are you suggesting that someone has taken my body and tried to get rid of my soul?" Her mind raced as she tried to piece together what could have happened.

The apothecary glanced at the space marine who had brought her here, then back to Yuki.

"The possibility is not impossible. If the body you inhabit is not your own, if the body you inhabit was found in the void, it is possible that you were not the only one who was lost that night," he explained.

Another Astartes, one with a scar across his eyes, stepped forward.

"Where was the last place that you were?" he asked.

"I was, as I said, in my bedroom in the Imperial Palace," Yuki replied.

The apothecary exchanged a glance with the scarred space marine, their communication silent and subtle. Then, he turned back to Yuki.

"When did you last see your father?" he inquired.

"Before I went to bed. I don't know how long ago that would be but it feels like yesterday for me," Yuki answered.

The scarred marine stepped forward once more, almost as if he had prepared his next question. He stood directly in front of Yuki, his gaze piercing her soul.

"And what was the last thing your father said to you?" he asked.

"He wished me good night," Yuki replied, her confusion evident.

The scarred marine stared straight into her eyes without saying a word for a prolonged period of time. His intense gaze caused Yuki's own to shift away in discomfort.

Then, he took a step back and addressed the apothecary. "Her answers are in line with the information we were given. We are dealing with a kidnapping."

The apothecary stepped forward once more, his gaze fixed on Yuki.

"Are you saying that my body has been kidnapped? Then what of my father? Is he okay?" Yuki asked, her voice quiet and nervous.

The scarred marine looked at her for a moment before responding. "What happened that day was that your father, the Emperor, declared his 18th son, Horus, a traitor. After which, Horus led his Astartes legions against Terra to overthrow the Imperium and the Emperor. It was also the day that your father suffered a fatal blow from Horus, and since then, the Imperium has faced countless threats. Though the battle between the traitor and the loyal is not finished, it appears that Horus and his faction are gaining the upper hand."

Yuki's head spun. None of this was happening. How long had she been asleep? This was too much, and her head started to throb.

"No. This can't be. Horus is my dear brother. He would never," Yuki protested, her voice laced with panic and confusion.

The apothecary stepped forward, placing a hand gently on her arm. "Horus is now the leader of his legions and the enemy of our Imperium," he explained.

The scarred marine stared at her with a solemn expression, his eyes full of sorrow. "He is not the same brother you once knew. He was corrupted by Chaos."

Yuki pulled her arm away, glaring at the marines. "You're wrong. I don't believe you. Now I command you to take me back to Terra so I may speak with Father and Horus about all of this."

The two marines shared another long stare before looking back at Yuki. They both shook their heads at the same moment before the scarred marine spoke again.

"I am sorry, Princess, but Terra has been lost to the traitors. They seized control of the planet and its surroundings likely within days of your departure," he explained.

Yuki shook her head slowly, tears welling in her eyes as she looked around at their solemn stares. This couldn't be. She looked down at her hideous Ogryn form, all of the present settling in… a flood of emotions hitting her. Tears streamed down her face as she realized that her father was dead, Horus had betrayed them, there was no home to go to, and her body was gone.

The two marines shared one last look before the apothecary walked forward and gently pulled Yuki into a hug.

"You have no idea how much we wished it could be different," he whispered.

The scarred marine then walked forward and joined in the embrace.

"We are here to protect you. No harm will come to you while you are with us," he assured her.

Yuki cried in their embrace for what seemed like hours before she passed out from exhaustion. Hoping she would wake up from this nightmare.

#warhammer 40k #fanfic #fanfiction #fantasy

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peneloperidgewell · 1 year ago

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I actually fully colored it your welcome

ALSO dam last post got so much likes o my god

#the starchild #digital art #the amazing digital circus #tadc ragatha #crackship #oc x canon #why are you gay

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knives-out20 · 4 years ago

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Mistake - Bobby & The Buddies

Fandom: Once Upon A Time In Hollywood (2019)

Pairings: Bobby Brightside (OC) x Cliff Booth, StarBeep, DeepSpace, Platonic!Geep,

Warnings: Swearing, Faggotry, Probably sad, The end is here, Unrealistic timeskipping because Cliff hasn’t physically changed much,

Notes: Finally, the KISS & The Buddies crossover finale is here! We can get back to normal form hereon after, woo! There may or may not be minor references to this series in future Clobby oneshots, but overall, this is it. Ramon Valdovinos is my newest OUATIC OC; faceclaimed by young Benicio Del Toro, he’s The Buddies’ manager. Enjoy!

Bobby poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue as he, Cliff, and the Buddies looked up at the tall members of KISS.

For what was probably the last time- ever, or for now, was beyond him. He didn’t wanna think about it.

As long as no one insinuated the first idea (ever) to Beep and Deep, he ought to be fine.

Bobby felt Cliff put his hand on his shoulder, the man’s touch alone helping him through whatever life was. He looked up at Starchild. “So...this is it, huh?” Bobby rhetorically asked.

Starchild tilted his head from side to side. “For the most part. With our diverging schedules and plans for our bands, we can’t take your band on tour with us. And you can’t take us with you. Besides, you weren’t gonna be our openers forever. The Buddies were bound to get separate attention sooner or later.”

Maria nodded a bit. “Fun while it lasted, though. Didn’t think the seventies could’ve been any better if our bands hadn’t crossed paths.”

“We think so, too” Gene grunted. “That’s one thing we thanked Peter for, before...y’know...”

Maria hummed in understanding, rubbing Frankie’s back.

“You sure we can’t take you guys to Australia with us?” Eric Carr, the new drummer for KISS, spoke up.

Bobby scoffed. “Ramon thinks it’s best for us to start small and work our way up. Around California, then the USA, the continent, and make our way up to a world tour” he explained.

“We’re- We’re not, like, shaming you for jumping onto a world tour, though.” Frankie held his hand sup.

“Fuck knows you guys deserve it” Peep added, eyes shining despite their dark colour.

“Thank you” Starchild smiled.

Cliff had both his hands on Bobby’s shoulders, massaging gently. “Would it make sense to thank you guys for letting Bobby’s band open for you guys these past years...?” He asked. “They were decently popular before you guys, and I feel that you kinda pushed that forward to be even more-so.”

Starchild nodded, “it kinda would- you’re welcome.”

Bobby glanced up at Cliff, hiding a smile behind Bobby’s brown hair.

Beep, Ace, and Deep had been quiet thus far. Which was new; Ace never shut up whether it be laughing or talking, and Beep ‘n’ Deep were usually the most talkative two in the band.

Beep had his hands behind his back, feet shuffling and shifting in dead silence.

Ace picked at his costume, occasionally patting down his hair and looking up at the ceiling.

Deep held his left upper arm with his right hand, eyes glued down to his beat-up shoes.

The two bands dispersed into their own groups, Beep and Deep separately standing by themselves.

Ace approached Deep, “hey.”

Deep glanced up at him. “Hey.”

Ace cooed softly, using a finger to tilt Deep’s head up. “It’s a wonder how I’m still somehow taller than ya, huh?”

“Man-” Deep swatted his hand away, fighting back a smile. “Shut up.”

Ace trailed his hand down to Deep’s left upper arm, thumb stroking the tattoo he had gotten years back. “I can’t sneak you into any of my luggage, can I?”

“Wish y’could. But I got a double-life here, with the comedy and the band.”

“Yea, I know. I’ll ring your line, though. Through calls and letters and whatever else I can do....a mail carrier pigeon?”

Deep snorted, “you’re unbelievable.”

“Like I haven’t heard you say that enough times already.”

Deep looked up at Ace, gulping.

The corner of Ace’s lips twitched up into a slight, sad grin. “I’ll miss you while we’re down ‘n’ out ‘n’ wherever.”

“I’ll miss you too...What’s gonna happen to us?”

Ace sucked his teeth, emotions unable to hide behind his ghostly-coloured makeup. “No clue, but we’ll manage. Can’t be that hard if we keep in contact like I said earlier.”

“I guess.”

Ace clenched his jaw, thinking of what to say next.

“Think your hair will grow back next time I see ya?”

He giggled, reaching a hand up to feel his now-shorter hair. “Hope so. I know how much you like it long so you could-”

“Ace.”

“I’m joking” Ace winked playfully. “We’ll see. Think you can get it that long?”

“Never in a million years!”

Ace laughed, clapping his hands together.

The only sight Deep could ever want to see, the only one he needed. His finger traced the tattoo on his arm, it was of 'Frehley Forever’ in Ace’s handwriting.

“I’ll see you in time for your birthday, though. In November?”

“Yea.”

“I’ll see you in November” Ace chirped in a sing-song voice, earning an airy chuckle from Deep. “If not, I’ll send some stuff back to ya, a few gifts, maybe. If we’re in Australia still, maybe a kangaroo.”

Deep laughed.

Ace smiled in adoration as he leaned in, softly kissing over the tattoo on Deep’s arm before kissing Deep’s lips themselves. “Love you, Derek.”

“Love you too.” Deep mumbled, his airy chuckle turning into a typical laugh when Ace did what he always did; ruffle Deep’s hair.

Starchild and Beep looked away from the two, and back at one another.

Beep looked up at Starchild twitching. “Y’gonna miss my tics when you’re away?” He joked.

“More than anything” Starchild played along, Beep’s eyes trailing the outline of the black star around his eye. “I’ll miss you more, in and of itself. Shame you’re not short enough to fit in my jacket and come along with us, eh?”

Beep chortled. “First time I’m too tall for something, I’ll say.”

Starchild cupped Beep’s cheek, soft to the touch. “I’ll try keepin’ in touch. I won’t give up on us if you won’t. But as the Bobby of this band-” the two shared a giggle, “I’ll most likely be distant, literally. It’ll be busy.”

“I never could.” Beep assured him, hands interlocking with Starchild’s bigger ones and giving them quick squeezes. “See if Gene can send over free KISS merchandise” he sarcastically recommended.

“I’ll think about it” Starchild winked. He pulled Beep closer, fingers tracing down Beep’s neck. “I’ll be hot blooded f’you” Starchild referenced.

Beep felt his face flush, knowing what he was referencing.

“Check it and see?”

Beep kissed his teeth, dragging his tongue across his teeth. “I’ve got a fever of a hundred and three.”

Starchild grinned, bringing Beep’s hand up to kiss it, imprinting it with a red lipstick stain.

One Beep wishes he could keep forever. He gestured for Starchild to lean down, pulling him in to imprint the red lipstick over his own lips.

Peep slunk over to Gene, looking all the way up a him. “Gene.” She bowed.

Gene exhaled through his nose. “Peep.” He returned, bowing a bit.

“If you’re gone, who’s gonna protect me from secret serial killers?” Peep inquired.

Gene groaned, shaking his head. “I’m sure your brothers can manage” he shrugged.

“Benji and Derek? Wow, you sure have higher hopes for them, don’t’cha?”

“I don’t see in ‘em what Starchild and Ace see, but, yes.”

“Well, course you don’t. What Starchild and Ace see in ‘em is what you see in Dolly” Peep reminded, though it wasn’t something Gene needed reminding of.

“Y’got that right” Gene nodded. “That aside, you’re a strong lady, Penelope. You’re more than capable of takin’ care of yourself. Ain’t that right? I mean, you’re not so scared o’me anymore, right? That’s a feat.”

Peep lightly punched his arm. “Shut up” he giggled.

Gene smiled down at her, patting the top of her head. “If you’re ever really in so much trouble, I’m sure y’know how to get to me.”

“I do.” Peep smiled.

Gene grinned. “Y’gonna miss this?” He asked, sticking out his horrifically long tongue.

Peep groaned in fake-disgust, turning away. “Gross, this is a question for Dolly, not me-”

Gene cackled, throwing his head back a bit.

Peep smiled proudly, hands on her hips. Making Gene laugh- or so much as smile- was a rare feat she had only seen Ace achieve thus far (”look! It’s rock and roll!”).

Bobby watched the Sweeneys converse with their government-assigned KISS members (as he liked to joke), gaze flickering to the floor in melancholy.

“You okay, babe?”

Bobby reached a hand up, carefully cupping Cliff’s cheek. He hummed in response. “I dunno when we’re gonna see ‘em again, mango. What if we never have time to hang out again? What if shit goes down and we have to stop hanging up with one of ‘em, or someone breaks up with someone else and it’s all weird?” He inquired. “I dunno, I just...as much as I liked the Buddies being independent, opening for ‘em as cool as hell.”

Cliff kissed Bobby’s palm. “Somethin’ tells me this isn’t the end, Bobby. They may not be your employers or technical-band-mates anymore, but they’re still your friends” he answered, kissing the top of Bobby’s head. “And we know a thing or two about friends, don’t we?”

“All sorts’a stuff.”

“Exactly. We know lots of the outcomes that this friendship with Gene, Peter- uh, Eric now, Paul, and Ace could come to. We’re ready for any of them anyways, amirite?”

“Right.” Bobby had the ghost of a smile on his face as he craned his head up to look at Cliff, though upside down. “God, you’re my religion.”

“Love you too” Cliff purred, kissing Bobby’s nose.

Backtracking to Deep and Ace, Ace’s hand in Deep’s hair.

Deep glanced down at his watch, literally watching as each second with Ace slipped away. Each of Beep’s seconds with Starchild. Each of Peep’s seconds with Gene. “I just wanna stay here forever.”

“Y’do?” Ace arched a brow.

“‘Cause I know in the mornin’, you’ll be gone. And the morning after that- rats, then the next ones after that.”

Ace gulped, pulling Deep in and tightly hugging him. “Bring it in, man.”

Deep wrapped his arms around Ace’s neck, a hand in his pitch black, but godly soft hair. “Ace?”

Ace pulled away from the hug, a hand cupping Deep’s cheek. Their noses were inches apart. “Yea?”

Deep glanced down at his tattoo. “Don’t make a mistake outta me, alright?”

Ace fought back a knowing grin, simply nodding. “Never on any planet, baby.”

Beep, meanwhile, bit the edge of his lip. “Starry?”

Starchild looked down at him, “mhm?”

Beep looked at the red lips on his hand. “Don’t make a- make a mistake out of me, alright? Out of, uh, us.”

Starchild’s eyebrows furrowed together a bit. “Y’know how I say I can see into the future, Benji?”

Beep squinted, confused. “Yea-?”

“I can say for certain that I don’t see that happening.” Starchild chuckled.

Beep slowly smiled, feeling a twinge of relief. “I love you, Starry.”

“Yea, I love you too.”

Peep tilted his head. “Gene, y’better not make a mistake out of our friendship while you’re gone.”

Gene narrowed his eyes. “How could I-?”

“I dunno, but just don’t” Peep shrugged, rolling up an imaginary sleeve.

Gene scoffed, saluting her. “Aye-Aye, Penelope.”

Bobby smiled to himself, Cliff’s hand going up and under his shirt. “I’ll miss ‘em.”

“Yea, me too” Cliff agreed. “But this isn’t the end, remember?”

“Far from it.”

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storybookstalker · 4 years ago

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A Helping Hand

- Author’s Note -

➥ Sorry for my absence! I’ve been struggling with my mental illness and with school a lot so it’s been hard to really keep up with anything. Hopefully this somewhat makes up for some of that time! This is a smallish fic I made for my art trade with @yandere-starchild ! I really hope you love it as much as I loved your part of our trade!

↳ Yandere - Platonic - Bruce Wayne : Batman

↳ Yandere - Implied - Tim Drake : Red Robin

It’s insanely lucky that she’d managed to get into Gotham High to begin with, especially without having the whole support thing that seemed to come with having parents. Nor any other kind of support network. She didn’t exactly have friends at the school, regardless of how hard she used to try,— not that she had many, to begin with— but she’d like to think that grades were more important than friendship. She’d found somewhat of a friend in some kid named Tim a while back, but he’d gone and dropped out. Not that she blamed him, even if he was weird with how he just suddenly greeted her as if they knew each other one day. No, Ymir would have dropped out a long time ago if she had the choice. The classes were long, tiring, and too early; and forced her to stay up way too late in a cold effort to keep up with the curriculum. She’d zone out in forced attempts to jot down the teacher’s notes, it’d probably be more fun to watch paint dry than do this. The detention from falling asleep in class only led to more trouble with the dean and with her legal guardians, and more falling asleep on cold desks from sheer exhaustion.

All of this funneling down into why Ymir found herself waiting outside the probably electric, kinda scary looking fence that surrounded the Wayne Manor. Looking back on it, this was most likely a horrible idea.

The other week she had run into Tim again, quite literally bumping into him and pouring hot coffee onto his nice (and probably expensive—) looking sweater. He didn’t seem to mind all that much surprisingly— despite her embarrassment— and somehow the two ended up chatting like old friends in a booth, bonding over their shared frustration with Gotham High.

“Y'know, I actually used to be pretty good with your classes! Just lost the motivation to do them.”

“Haha, yeah I know what you mean,” Ymir agreed, “It’s just really hard to keep up and it doesn’t help that I’m falling behind a bit…”

That’s when he offered to tutor her. It was a little shocking, considering she had just dumped hot coffee on his nice sweater. His logic was that he’d have to go back to the school eventually, so helping her study would benefit both of them.

“Besides,” Tim continued, “we should try to get to know each other better.”

And so, that’s how the very tired girl ended up spending a few days with Tim every week.

Usually, they’d meet at a library or something but Tim asked to study at his house this week, which led full circle back to her standing in front of Wayne Manor. Ymir probably should have known that Tim was a Wayne long before this point, but apparently, it had never come up. Or, rather she probably just didn’t pick up on it, not that it mattered now.

Ymir wondered if he had jokingly given her a fake address until the manor’s gate began opening up. Her nervousness only managed to increase the closer she got to the house, not that she could easily turn around with how the gate shut behind her, everything looked way too expensive for her to even be looking at. The front door was even more intimidating; was she supposed to use a different door? Ymir’s dizzying resolve just barely steadied when Tim appeared and greeted her, calling her inside.

If Tim noticed her awkwardness, he didn’t mention it. He and the manor’s butler, Mr. Pennyworth, seemed to welcome Ymir. Pennyworth, though Tim tried to encourage her to call him Alfred, offered drinks and snacks throughout the study session. The older man would step in to help if either party seemed to have more questions than they could answer but it was mostly just the two teens for the majority of the time. Ymir’s nerves soothed themselves as time went on, by the end of the session she found herself talking to Tim normally. Ymir went home with a smile, maybe she’d found a friend, finally.

Weeks passed, and while her grades did improve, Ymir’s parents seemed unhappy with the entire situation still. It was hard to enjoy her time with the Waynes when her parents would scold her for having “too much fun”, apparently too happy to be studying as she should be. She was sure Tim noticed it, but vocalizing anything happening would just ruin it more for her.

It wasn’t until Tim had to cancel a study session that all it tipped over. Her confusing relationship with Tim, her parents shoving their expectations down her throat, school— all bundled into a breakdown in front of the Wayne Manor. The constrictive lump in her throat dropped to her stomach when Bruce Wayne himself stepped out from the gate and invited her inside.

Ymir tried to backtrack, Tim wasn’t there so why would she come in—?

“Nonsense,” Bruce brushed off her stuttering, “Any friend of Tim’s is always welcome here.”

He waited for her to follow before leading her into his Manor. In which he sat Ymir down and got water for the teary-eyed student. Bruce explained that Tim had mentioned that she seemed overly stressed, “Which is odd, from what Alfred and Tim tell me you’re doing much better grade-wise.”

Ymir’s heart dropped to her stomach, she didn’t really want to shove her family issues onto the most wealthy man in Gotham. Especially not after all the help Tim gave her. What kind of a ‘thank you’ is crying and whining?

Ymir steadied herself, “I am. I’m passing now, I’m grateful for everything Tim’s done for me, Mr. Wayne.”

“Bruce is fine, Ymir. With how often you’re over here you might as well be family.” Bruce smiled, almost in a reassuring way, as if he already knew how overwhelmed she was. “And since you’re basically family, I want you to know that this is a safe place for you. If you need anything, you can tell me.”

The lack of care from her own parents and the warmth from the Waynes came crashing down on her, hot tears came rolling down her face as she attempted to explain herself. There was no rush from Bruce or Alfred, both of which comforting her in their own ways.

She spent the next few hours venting out her emotions about her family and school, Bruce offering advice. Tim appeared later on in the evening, inviting her to watch a movie to help calm down after her comfort session with Bruce.

Meanwhile, Bruce made a call home and ensured that she was allowed to stay over should she want to. The Waynes were more capable of taking care of Ymir, Bruce just had to make sure they could continue to protect her. Not that it would be difficult. With a family like Ymir’s? All he needed to do was pull some strings, her family should be proud to have their daughter be accepted as a ward of Bruce Wayne himself. For now, he was happy to wait until she was comfortable enough to call the Manor her home.

↳ END ↲

#Yandere DC #Yandere batman #Platonic yandere #yandere Bruce Wayne #Yandere Tim Drake #Yandere Red Robin #Yandere x OC #Yandere x Ymir #I love Yandere-Starchild's OC she's so cute #She was fun to write #yandere writing #yandere

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purplexflamingo · 4 years ago

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Needed some comfort venting since oof am I a mess

#my art #oc x canon #oc #doodles #sketches #starchild #primadonna #donnastar

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ladyshandioftheendless · 5 years ago

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~My Incubus Lover~

So I had a silly little idea and @tanookiroxx agreed to lend me her new OC for this story! I have no excuse for this besides releasing incredible amounts of sexual frustration~ Enjoy!

~Shandi

My name is Akai Rogers. And I’m an outcast. A freak. Or so everyone says. All because I’m fascinated by the occult.

It’s nothing new to me. I’ve always been interested in witchcraft ever since I was a child. My parents never approved. They tried to hammer into my head that it was ‘against God’. Sorry..but I don't need some invisible man in the sky in my life. I only need my spirits. Needless to say I got away from them as soon as I was old enough. I don’t need my so-called family or friends. I need to be in a place where I can nurture my magical talents. So I start in the most obvious place: Salem, Massachusetts.

As soon as I arrive I feel energized. The entire place is teeming with energy! I feel so alive! This is hands down the best decision I've ever made~ When I finally settle into my new apartment I go out to explore. There are so many museums and shops I don't know where to start first. Actually..I think I do~ I come across a gigantic occult shop as I explore Essex street. Oh yes..that's the place for me~ As soon as I enter I feel as if I've truly come home. "You're searching for something..I can feel it." A voice says to me. I turn to see a woman wrapped in a green shawl with long red hair, much darker than my own. "Greetings..and welcome to OMEN. I am called Chikara. Come..let us explore your newfound magical awakening together!" Sounds good to me~ "I-I'm Akai..thank you~" I follow her into a room filled with various magical items. Candles, spell books, crystals, talismans, altar statues, incense. It's all so amazing I can't help but be drawn in. "So..it seems the spirits have been with you since you were young." Chikara says as she observes me. I look up from a display of crystals. "O-oh..yes. As a child I'd always wondered if I had some magical abilities. The occult has always interested me. I came here to discover if I can be a true Witch."

"Then you have come to the right place! Many Witches have started their journeys here. All that remains is discovering what path you are destined to take!"

As my excitement grows an unusual looking leather bound book catches my eye. Such strange markings. I have to see what it is. "What's this?" I ask, picking up the book and showing it to Chikara. She raises an eyebrow. "How interesting. It's a book on Demonology. I have never seen that before. Perhaps it was waiting for you to come and find it." Was it? I look down at the cover again. It feels..warm to the touch now. And there's a star etched into the leather that seems to be..glowing. I don't waste another moment. "I want to buy this."

"Take care with how you use that book." She warns. "If you truly wish to consort with demons you must be prepared for the consequences. Learn your craft first. Study the book thoroughly and completely. One wrong spell and you will be finished." I nod. "Y-yes I will. I promise! Can I come back? Study more with you?" She smiles. "Of course, Akai Rogers. My door is always open to you~" I return her smile and pay for the book, holding it tightly in my arms as I leave.

Wait.

I never told her my last name.

How did she know?

~*~

I spend months studying everything in the book, going to Chikara at least once a week for guidance. She's a great mentor, and I can feel my powers growing stronger. Now that I have my own altar, doing regular rituals and I am more closely connected with my spirits, I feel as if I am ready for spell casting. Maybe even a summoning. And it'll soon be the perfect night for it. All Hallows Eve~

On October 30th I return to the shop to buy what I need. As expected the place is packed to the brim with tourists. There's no way I can talk to Chikara now. She's much too busy. Maybe I can give her a call later. I buy my summoning items and quickly leave. Tourists are so annoying..

I spend the rest of the night preparing my altar and the proper summoning circle. On All Hallow's Eve night, everything is ready. I close all the curtains, light the candles and incense and sit in the middle of the circle with the book in my lap. I study the words closely one more time before closing my eyes to chant the spell. I can feel the energy swirling around me. Is the spell working? I can't be sure..and I can't open my eyes to look, not if I want everything to go right.

"I am here~"

I hear someone whisper. It is working! I open my eyes, finding myself surrounded by a deep purple mist.

"Not yet, my pretty one~" I hear the voice say. "I'm not finished seducing you~" I see a shadowy hand pass over my face and my entire world goes black.

~*~

When I wake up again I find that I’m definitely not in my bedroom anymore. I’m lying on a huge bed covered in purple satin, and the same thick purple mist is everywhere. Why is it so cold? I look down at my...bare...chest.. Holy Goddess I’m naked! As I grab one of the sheets to cover myself a man’s laughter echoes around me. I look around but I can’t see anything. “W-who’s there?!”

“Don’t you know~? I’m the one you wanted~”

My spell..the demon.. He’s taken me..

My eyes widen as I see him emerge from the mist. He’s...absolutely gorgeous~ A beautifully sculpted body. Dark purple skin..with the exception of his face, which is white with a black star over his right eye..and sinfully red lips. Long, elegantly curled horns protrude from his curly black hair. His thin, pointed tail sways along with his hips as he approaches me, and I see what he’s dressed in leaves very little to the imagination. My cheeks immediately heat up. There’s a really pleasant sensation growing between my legs too. Oh Goddess..he’s an Incubus!

“Do I please you~?” he asks, his voice deep and sultry. His glowing purple eyes look directly into mine as he waits for an answer. I have to catch my breath. My body feels so hot all of a sudden. My heart is racing. I can feel myself growing wet with arousal and I bite my lip. “Yes..yes you’re..perfect..” I finally manage to say. My mind can barely form words. I’m hypnotized by his eyes. “I am, aren’t I~?” he says, crawling onto the bed towards me. “Just the way you wanted me~” I’m no longer concerned with keeping my body covered. I let the sheet fall away, revealing my breasts to his hungry gaze. He licks his lips with his forked tongue. “An offering for me~? How generous you are~” He pulls the sheet off completely and drops it to the floor. As if compelled I lean back and open my legs. He smiles, revealing his fangs. “Mmmm...how I have missed the intoxicating scent of a woman~ Will you let me...taste your sweet nectar, my pretty one~?”

“Goddess, yes please..!” I moan and spread myself open for him. He purrs, stroking my thighs before grabbing them and burying his face between my legs. His tongue drives me crazy, circling my entrance again and again..so slow..so torturous..setting my nerves on fire!! Ohhhh..his tongue is inside me now..it feels incredible!! I feel his claws drag along my skin as his hands travel up my sides. He caresses my breasts. Traps my nipples tightly between his fingers. Strokes my throbbing clit with his tail. His tongue thrusts into me, building my pleasure to a fever pitch. My eyes roll back. I grab his horns. My head is spinning! Fuck...fuck he’s so good!! Goddess, I can’t take this!! “Ohhhhh FUCK!!!” I cry out. My climax is so strong it makes me arch off the bed, and he drinks in all in with the eagerness of a child. “Ahhh so delicious~ It has been centuries since I have tasted such purity~” I hear him say. “Are you a virgin, pretty one~?”

It’s true. I am. I had never found anyone I was even remotely interested in having an intimate relationship with, not that I ever tried. I was too consumed with my spellcraft. I look at him and nod. He looks absolutely delighted. “Will you sacrifice your innocence to me~? Do you accept the pleasure I offer you~?” After what I just experienced how can I possibly say no? I’d be insane! “Please..please take my body. I want you..need you!”

“Of course you do~ No woman has ever refused the StarChild~”

StarChild. What a beautiful name~

~*~

He strips off his miniscule clothing and lies on his back. Goddess..his cock is as perfect as he is. My mouth is watering. He smirks as he watches me. "Have a taste of me, pretty one..you'll love it~" I lick the pearly fluid oozing from the tip. I moan and shudder as pleasure courses through my veins. That felt wonderful~ I must have more~ He gently strokes my hair as I take him into my mouth. I have no idea what I'm doing..but I can't stop. He tastes like pure ecstasy~ When I hear him moan it makes me bolder. I start bobbing my head, taking in as much as I can handle. "Mmmm yes..you look sexy like that, pretty one~ You're doing so well~" Goddess, I love his praise~ I'm getting wet again. I'm taking in more..bobbing my head faster. Is he getting thicker? I feel his tail snake itself between my legs. Oh yes..yes..he's stroking me again! I moan and buck my hips for more friction. His heavy panting fills my ears. His cock throbs in my mouth. He's close now..so very close..and so am I! "Ahh..ahh..let's cum..let's cum together..pretty one..!!" Yeeees together!! He groans and thrusts into my mouth as he cums. Mmmm..I can feel it going down my throat!! My eyes roll back again as I climax along with him. "Swallow every drop like a good girl~" he purrs. His tail continues stroking me between my folds, making obscene slick noises. He's preparing me for more. Fuck yes I want more! He laughs, pulling me up to lie next to him. His tail never stops, making me moan and rut against him. "How insatiable you are, pretty one..with your hair like fire..your skin like the softest petals of roses..your nectar as sweet as honey..I could become addicted to you~"

"And I you~" I stroke his handsome face. Brush my lips against his. Run my fingers through the thick hair covering his chest. Never have I laid eyes upon a more perfect being~ "Then let us seal our pact of desire..with a kiss~" I don't even hesitate. In an instant our mouths are sealed together. A passionate kiss laden with the promise of future pleasures. We taste each other as our tongues dance together. It's most definitely addicting~ Looking into his glowing eyes, I feel it. The bond has been formed. "I'm ready, my StarChild..to give myself to you completely~"

~*~

He lies on his back again and pulls me onto him, my thighs straddling his hips. "I want to watch your face as you fuck yourself on my cock, pretty one~ It will be an experience you will never forget..I promise you~" I believe him~ Because of his tail I'm dripping wet. I've been wanting him inside me since I first laid eyes on him. But I've also never done this before. What if I do it wrong? What if I ruin everything? He reaches out and presses his thumb against my lips. I don't know what compels me but I take it into my mouth. "Relax, pretty one..I will guide you~ You have nothing to fear~" Yes. I should just let him take control. It's what I want anyway..and he knows it~ He takes me by the hips and helps me lift myself up. I take hold of his cock and guide it to my entrance, taking a deep breath as he lowers me. I gasp loudly. Ohhh Goddess..his cock is inside me..deeper...deeper! I feel something inside me give way. There's pain but only for a few moments. Then it completely melts into pleasure. Just like that, my innocence is gone. I belong to the StarChild now~

Bracing myself against his chest I move slowly. Up. Down. Up. Down. His eyes are transfixed on my face. Wanton moans escape from my lips, growing in volume as I move faster. He feels good..so fucking good..!! Without even realizing it I'm going even faster, thrusting myself down upon him in desperate need to have him deeper inside me. He grins, digging his claws into my hips as he thrusts his own to meet my frantic movements. "Ohhhhh oh yes!! Fuck yes!! Please don't stop...don't stoooop!!"

"Oh, I don't intend to, pretty one..ahhh..not until..you are filled with my seed~!!"

"Yes..yes!! Cum inside me..fill me up and make me yours!!"

"Your wish...is my command~!!"

With one last glorious thrust I feel his orgasm explode inside of me. Goddess..it's so hot..my own climax makes my entire body tremble as I throw my head back and cry out his name.

"OHHH STARCHILD~!!! YEEEES~!!!"

I'm weak now. I have nothing left. I collapse onto his chest and attempt to catch my breath. I hear him laugh. He embraces me and wraps his tail around my thigh. "Now Akai Rogers, my pretty one..you are mine, body and soul~ I will be your only lover..and you will bear my children." He reaches down and strokes my belly. "Oh yes..you will make fine, strong heirs for me..won't you~?"

I nod as I drift off to sleep.

Whatever the StarChild wants..he will have. I will make certain of it.

~END~

#Shandi's drabbles #Incubus!StarChild x OC #this is nooooot safe for woooork~#this is the kind of shit that comes from not being fucked in years lol #pretty sure my vagina has cobwebs #I'm still not good at this so apologies if it sucks

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