#the colors were so pretty. the rest was traumatizing

[cinnamonbunsinmyhairr]

tatort: am tag der wandernden seelen (2024)

[r3starttt]

WARM LIKE A GUN

jealous ex ! Ellie

CW: toxic and obsessive behavior. stalking. strap-on sex (r!receiving). use of names like whore, slut, good girl. toxic relationship. spit. clit slaps. cum eating. jealousy-hate sex. teasing. dom! mean! el.

It had become a ritual, a perverted quotidianity. Hands burning at the emptiness, aching to get the smallest tact of your flesh. Tongue sticking out at the tought of you and fingers desperately scratching every fold of her skin pretending it was you.

Not even the cigarette abstinence had such effect on her mind, on her body, on her life. Maybe because that didn't involve skin to skin contact, maybe because that was a sin she didn't actually care about.

She was always this insane, always too focused on the next victim instead of enjoying the achievement of getting what she so much wanted. Obsessively wandering her eyes at the women on the street to find the new target, unconsciously flirting with waitresses and nice ladies at every place she stepped in.

But you made a mess of her.

Ellie really tried to get over you, after all that's wham she wanted - in the very, very first beggining. The result was some half-lided eyes looking for you in every crowd, for an ass like yours, tits as deliciously shown as yours. The image of when she first met your persona never disappeared, and kept on playing with her.

Her mind got so traumatized she kept on looking trough photos and pictures of you to make her remember the real you and not the perception she'd built of you - same she got from when she first met you.

Hands over your hair, running down your body at the beat, a drink in hand and the widest smile she's ever enjoyed of. You approached her first.

Maybe that's why she never forgot about you, because you've chosen her as your target, and not the other way as Ellie was- is, so used to do.

And probably that's the reason behind the violent though of ripping your skin off your body, well, she wouldn't, not literally.

Those same hands that caught her attention for the first time now touching someone else's body. Gripping at a ridiculously short dress to get a taste of someone else's ass. Is that what you've become now? She's not even hot, or nice, or decent. She's a whore, do you like whores now?

No blame on her tho. You yourself wanted to rip your own skin off- same reason, the sight of her.

The woman in front of you wasn't bad. Nice ass, breasts bouncing at her every move, doe eyes trying so desperately to catch your attention by batting her pretty long lashes. Red lips running out of color and painting the glass in hand instead, wandering over your neck in another desperate attempt to get a taste of you.

She was nice, just not your type.

She would've, in any other moment of your life. Just not now, when you have ellie eye fucking you as you so much missed.

You were equally insane, target over target until you got to her. The thing is, she wanted to get rid of you and you never planned on fighting her back.

You regret it now, you should've played a little bit more.

Drink and drink and drink, you were beyond lost on your thoughts the heat and the music. Some feminine hands deliciously dancing over your body, you've got over ellie once again.

Or so you thought because you had to excuse yourself moment later before you got a little bit of councsiousness back. Getting rid of the roaming hands over your body and the multitude of gorgeous women that caught your attention at you every step.

Purse in hand, heels making your feet bleed and your dress barely covering your body anymore. The air hit your skin, made your hair dance a bit and your eyes open wide to make yourself at home as fast as possible.

The sight inf front of you wasn't knew though, a sort of new expensive motorcycle you somehow knew was standing right in front of you- well, resting near a wall, being lightened enough by the fluorescent lights outside the bar.

Was it a neighbour's?

-

It wasn't

It wouldn’t make sense since it's resting again in front of you, now at home.

It would be a psychotic coincidence, Ellie to be more precise. You had no one else in mind.

Not that you actually care either, you looked for her on those hands at the club, on your drink and those red lips that got to touch your skin eventually. You really wished it was her, but not really, you were fine without her and if she got another taste of you, even when you wished it happened, she would go insane. And you weren't in the mood to deal with her.

Or so you thought.

Because the way your hands are intertwined on her hair, tugging at it- says otherwise. The way the palms of her hands are gripping at your flesh also says otherwise.

There's a mix of alcohol and cigarette on your mouth, a tint of weed too. You can feel your lipstick all messy over your lips, you can see it on her face. There's drool connecting both, it's all so desperate and stupid. Humiliating.

Your legs are around hers, keeping her still. Ellie's doing the same, with her hands on your ass, spanking it whenever you try to make this go faster.

Your arms are locked around her neck, scratching it oh so slightly. Her nose tickling your neck, your clavicle, breathing in and out all of you.

You're both aware this is a once in a long time thing, because yes it's gonna happen again just not any soon.

"You've find yourself a new whore to fuck?" Her voice echoes out of nowhere, causing a knot on your stomach. You simply shake your head, enjoying how the tips of her digits dance along your stomach, up your chest. "no?" She whispers once more, her breath hitting your neck, accompanied by her saliva just some seconds later as she leaves wet sloppy kisses along your shoulders.

"You mind it?" You hit back, relentlessly. In response there's only a chuckle. One of her hands keeping its place on your ass, the other one gripping at your breasts, individually and so desperately it hurts. "You're mine" her response rebounds in your mind, too proud yourself to let her hear what she wants, but "you think so?" Her palms let go of your body, her touch getting deeper on your stomach just to push you. "I know so"

"Oh, is that so?" Your fingertips pass swanning over the hem of her shirt, just the perfect amount to get a taste of her stomach. "Want me to prove that to you?"

Her hands get fully off your body, now placing her palms over her her waistband to get rid of it. You already know what she wants, what you'll receive from her. There's no way she wasn't planning on going back home without fucking someone and fuck it makes your skin burn, what if it wasn't you the one she'd fuck tonight? Maybe you do like- "such a whore williams"

"Sit on it" she avoids your latest mock, simply making herself comfortable and doing you a favor by opening her legs enough for you to fit on her lap.

Her hands roam over your dress, naturally pushing it up your waist. "I'm the whore?" The tip of her digits rubbing circles over your already damped cunt. Your mouth opens very slightly at the touch, trying to contain yourself from giving her what she so much wants, failing.

"Make yourself ready f' me, yeah?" you swear you discern a mocking smile on her face, becoming more visible the more you pass your clothed cunt over her dick. Her hands rest on the sides of her legs, getting the privilege of watching you lose all that attitude you've won the pass minutes.

You whine at the sensation. Thrilled every second, every move- desperate to bounce on her, clenching oh so hurtfully around nothing. Her lips pressed eventually over the crook of your neck, sucking, nibbling or kissing every inch of skin she could reach.

You kept on grinding onto the buldge, letting out small pleads here and there. Whining and mumbling nonsense, helping yourself to keep your body in place by ressting your hands anywhere over her body.

"You think she could make you feel like this?" At the absence of your response, well, a poper one that wasnt lol by a whine out of that pretty mouth of yours, she spoke again "havent even started and you cant speak? Mhm?" One of her hands moved again, down your body. Her palm shoved down the hem of your dress, touching very slightly the tip of your clit, giving it some slapps before actually making small circles above. "So?"

"The fuck are you- fuck" cut off by a sigh, you tried to speak once more "the girl at the bar?" Your legs started to lose their strength, you had to slow down.

"Is there someone else?" If anything, you despised her stupid teasing, her nonsense questions and how she always had her way with humiliating you. "No" you simply whined, feeling the palms of her hands restrict you from moving anymore.

"I'm gonna make you mine" her lips pressed over yours in such aggressive kiss. Underneath you, her hands worked on getting rid of your underwear, getting rid of anything keeping any distance left between both. "m' gonna stretch you n' fill you up" giving the situation your mouth simply let out a whine, letting her know you were beyond thrilled by such idea. Being hers forever, making this games between both end.

Her thrusts start slow, giving you the chance to even ride her. She was getting something else in exchange of course. Her mouth being filled by your nipples, licking and sucking absolutely senseless. That until her hips started to slam into yours. "think anyone else can make you feel like this, hm?" She whispered in between your breasts, eyes fully fixated to your closed and clenched ones. Such delightful scenery for her.

“you can play cool, but I've been watching you" she interrupted herself by the desperate need of getting a taste of your lips. Harshly grabbing your cheeks to pull you closer. Instictively you opened your mouth, giving her all those pretty noises as closely as she wished. "No one's ever got you soaking their fucking cock" there's a mess going in between her and your mouth, everything so wet and messy, and fuck your pretty voice driving her insane.

Her hips kept on diving thrusts into you. Bouncing you up and down onto the soaking plastic, making a mess underneath. Her thighs being equally wet and her clit being hit just perfectly at how you clenched and bounced around the strap.

"Gonna cum f' me?" You nodded, feeling the knot on your stomach get yourself all weak and numb. You could still taste your lipstick, the outline of your lips wet down your chin. Fucking humiliated by her once more.

Ellie started hitting into your cunt with harsher bucks, desperately to make you cum, she felt close. Wet and obscene sounds filling the room. Smacks that splattered the slick shared, groans and a stoic figure wuickly replaced by whined and shacky hands roaming over your body, playing with your ass, gripping it so harshly.

Her eyes wanderer over your face, down your body, enamored by the creamy arousal that drowned your pussy leaking down her cock so deliciously. "Can't- Ellie" and just like that there was such pretty mess down your thighs. Your unsteady breathing accompanied by whines. Fuck she would never get over you.

Her fingers quickly plugged inside your sensitive cunt, clenching around her for one last time. All to stuff you back in and get a taste of her hard work.

Months of watching you fuck with random girls, wanting to get rid of them the moment they came outside your house. Months of wishing it was her making you feel this nice. She'd achieved it.

Her fingers popped into her mouth, kissing you next, almost instantly. She had to share, didn't she?

"Always such a good girl f' me, aren't you?"

[shima-draws]

I've been teasing her for months!! But at long last her ref is complete 🌷

I actually DON'T have a 5 page essay on her backstory this time (like I did for Ilari LMAO) but I do have some info about her if anybody is curious!

Name: Ione

Age: 25

Hair color: Silver

Eye color: Orangish-yellow

Element: Light

Grabbing info from the few posts I've talked about her already, Ione was originally a very famous singer, pretty much an idol within the world of ATS. She'd hold huge concerts that were always sold out and people from around the world would flock to see her perform. Eventually tho all of the attention started to attract the wrong kinds of people, and sooner or later Ione was "scouted" by a very rich man who wanted her all to himself. She was manipulated and blackmailed into signing a contract with him that would essentially end her touring and make it so that she would become a private singer for him. He basically chained her with this contract and so she disappeared from the public eye.

Ione soon discovered that other people with similar talents had also been gathered and trapped by this man's contracts. Among them was a prodigy violin player who she grew very close with. The two of them struggled under the demands of this man, and eventually violin boy started to get physically abused by him 😭 Things escalated to the point where Ione decided she wanted OUT and was determined to do anything to escape. This led to a very...traumatic event that caused her to go mute by choice.

When Ione finally makes her escape, thankfully she's changed so much that people don't recognize her in public (mostly her hair! It used to be short and didn't cover one of her eyes before). Shortly after she runs into Nahu and his group, and is unceremoniously recruited to join them lol (Nahu can be VERY persuasive). Ione communicates with them through sign language, which luckily a couple of them are fluent in--Ezio and Sage to be specific. They then teach the others in the group sign language too. It takes Nahu a bit to get the hang of it bc he has like, no attention span whatsoever, but being a dragon elemental helps since his senses are super attuned all the time, so he can generally tell what Ione is feeling and what she's trying to convey when she talks to him :")

Over time Ione grows closer with them, and like everybody else is hit with the Found Family, and realizes that yeah. She'd do absolutely ANYTHING for this group of crazy weirdos. She starts to fall in love with Nahu (bc who WOULDN'T), and slowly gains the courage to use her voice again. This leads to secret meetings with Sage, who helps her relearn how to use her vocal cords.

Eventually her past catches up with her, of course, but the group all bands together to set her free from it. She has to face off against violin boy, who thought she'd abandoned him and got Messed Up Mentally as a result, so THAT'S a thing she's gotta deal with. But she's able to reach him by singing for the first time in over five years, and everyone absolutely loses their shit at how beautiful her voice is and they all cry and it’s very emotional!!

Even after regaining her voice she still prefers to stay quiet most of the time, as that is what she's comfortable with, but she's totally okay with speaking when she needs to. Also I need to mention this but bc she used to be like. An idol. Obviously her routines consisted of both song and dance so she's a pretty good dancer. Out of everyone in the group, Ione is the ONLY person Ezio will dance with (and he is a very VERY good dancer himself, but will only dance with someone who can keep up with him, which Ione can). Everyone is very jealous of this, ESPECIALLY Nahu lol bc he wants to dance with Ezio too 😂

Ione's a light elemental! I haven't given a LOT of thought into her powers yet but I do know that her singing makes her stronger and also gives her powers a boost, which in turn helps the rest of the group. She also can ride on these light waves--I will have to draw them sometime bc I can't really explain them in words, it'd be better to show them visually lol

And that's her!! My flower light mute girl <33333

[moog-rt]

GO TO HELL [ch. 2]

[Lucifer Morningstar x Fem!Reader]

Previous: Chapter One

➨ Chapter Two

Next: Chapter Three

Premise:

You love your friends. You really do. But sometimes it needs reminding when one of them accidentally sends you to Hell.

Despite falling into the hands of Hell’s loveliest princess, finding a way back to the world of the living proves difficult as you tiptoe around its king.

Warning(s): daddy issues, invasion of personal space

If you'd prefer to read on Ao3, here is the link:

Otherwise, enjoy!

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CHAPTER TWO

Once again, you found yourself having no clue what you signed up for. At this point, it was on you. You should have learned your lesson the last time you put your trust in someone.

This time, instead of being booted through a portal into hell, you were being dressed up like a doll. The outfit you arrived in wasn’t ‘hellspawn’ enough so Charlie was throwing a plethora of outfits at you and seeing what stuck. You had to admit, you liked how the new clothes looked on you, but Charlie would scrutinize them before changing them again.

Personally, you thought you were being a pretty good sport about it. 

Just when you thought it was over, she dragged you in front of her vanity before darting out of the room. This worried you. It was safe enough to assume she was going to do something with your hair or makeup, but what did she need that wasn’t already here?

You began looking around her bedroom, taking in the details of the rich maroon wallpaper and the way the wood paneling complemented it in both shape and color. Her bed was truly something to be envious of, though. It seemed to be even bigger than a king, and the canopy frame allowed her to have translucent and opaque purple curtains draped in layers above it. 

It was possible the entirety of the hotel could look like this once it was thoroughly scrubbed down and decorated. A diamond in the rough, if you will.

You could probably afford to stick around for a day to help deep clean. They were doing so much for you despite being a stranger who had (politely) broken in. Had you been in their shoes, you would have done them in with an iron skillet first and asked questions later (in the courtroom).

You jumped as Charlie came scrambling back in with what seemed to be tubes of paint. You couldn’t help but feel concerned for what was to come.

The paint was squeezed into a bowl with a squelching sound similar to a ketchup bottle towards the end of its life. She reached across you to grab a makeup brush and began mixing it together.

Where did she think she was gonna put that?

You barely had time to react before she dragged the cold wet brush across your cheek. It only took her a minute to completely lather your face. You dared to look at yourself in the vanity mirror as she moved on to cover the rest of your exposed skin. Her gentleness tickled as the brush swept across your arms. She kept it rather neat to your surprise.

“Don’t worry. We just need to get the base down, and then we can spruce it up!” she chirped.

When you asked what there was to get ready for, this was not what you imagined. You could understand not wanting to look like a bum when meeting new people, but to go this far… Meeting a parent shouldn’t even matter if you’re not dating their kid. There was nothing you had to prove to Charlie’s father. Especially since you wouldn’t see him again so long as everything went according to plan.

The actual reason Vaggie suggested this was far more reasonable.

No, they weren’t just doing this to make you look pretty. They wanted to hide you completely. The idea was to make you look like a demon to the best of their ability in hopes of avoiding any unwanted attention. You understood why. Your first hour or so in Hell was pretty traumatic to say the least.

Vaggie went on to list all the things that could happen to you if you were found as a human, which did not help your nerves one bit. You could end up on someone’s dinner plate, or your teeth could be sold on the not-so-black market for a pretty hefty price. Your bucket list may be lengthy, but having your parts being used as someone else’s decor was sure as shit not on it.

Charlie tried to reassure you that her childhood home wouldn’t be so dangerous. However, she couldn’t promise her dad would have a positive reaction to a human wandering around, so it would still be safer to go in disguise. It would also draw far less attention from the staff, meaning you wouldn’t be stuck there so long.

You really got the vibe that she had daddy issues from how much she emphasized it being a quick trip. Not to mention her reluctance to go in the first place…

Charlie finished up the base coat of paint and moved on to add details to make it more realistic. She then adjusted your hairstyle to cover your hairline where the edges of paint were most noticeable.

“Okay, okay, now the final touch…” she said as she bounced over to her closet behind you.

You couldn’t see what she was grabbing. You only felt something being placed on your head. Before you could look in the mirror, Charlie invaded your view and shoved a pair of glasses onto your face.

You were dragged over to her golden cheval mirror.

“Grand reveal!” 

You certainly didn’t look human anymore. Your natural complexion was completely hidden, and the thing Charlie placed upon your head was a pair of fake horns, which she was bobby-pinning in place to ensure they’d stay put. The outfit itself you really liked, but the glasses she had chosen were in the shape of large hearts with bold red tint.

You felt so goofy.

You’d rather be offered up to one of the demonic cannibals than be caught looking like this in the living world. Your only solace was that the majority of people in Hell looked even stranger than you. That, and the amount of coverage you had made you feel like you were wearing a mask that you could hide behind..

“You look…amazing!” Charlie sang, hopping up and down a little. You may have felt a little embarrassed by your get-up, but the joy on her face nearly made it worth it. “Come on, we have to show Vaggie!”

You trailed behind her down the stairs where Vaggie was waiting to send the two of you off. She couldn’t tag along due to prior arrangements. If you remembered correctly, she was going to be interviewing potential guests for the hotel. Real guests rather than a human who had washed up on their doorstep. 

“Vaggie, Vaggie, look!” Charlie called. “You would never guess she was human, right?”

Vaggie looked you up and down analytically before locking onto your face.

“It turned out pretty good, but, uh…” She gestured at her own eyes rather than pointing at you. “What’s with the shades?”

“Well…Her eyes were the only thing I couldn’t really disguise, so the sunglasses will keep them from being visible!” Charlie said with a big grin, clasping her hands together in front of her chest. “They’re also so cute.”

She and you must have very different tastes, but who knows, this could be what was trendy here in Hell. Even if it wasn’t, she made a good point. Of the few demons you’d seen, none of their eyes looked like a typical human’s.

Two beeps from outside the hotel were your cue it was time to head out.

“It’ll go great,” Vaggie said to Charlie, rubbing her back.

“Right…we’ll be back soon!” Charlie said as she led you outside where a white and pink limo was waiting. 

Oh. So she was rich then.

You figured the hotel itself wasn’t too cheap, but the condition it was in didn’t make it seem like it would break the bank. This was a clue into Charlie’s status that had yet to be revealed to you.

The drive through town allowed you to take in the sights rather than watching it all blur by whilst running for your life. There was a good range of shops between ‘normal enough’ to ‘I’d expect no less from Hell.’ Some sold electronics and furniture while others advertised hitman services.

You were pretty sure you passed a vending machine that sold hard drugs.

Watching the denizens made you thankful that you were in the safety of the car. A woman in a business suit doing lines off a public bench before waltzing into the city library. A sketchy dude hanging around the outside of a rundown playground… He seemed to be mocking one of the kids before it launched itself at him, going straight for the jugular.

You looked away before you witnessed something you’d regret.

Charlie caught your eye, shooting you a wide grin. You did your best to smile back.

You wondered where her father would fall on the spectrum of people here. Would he be out for blood like the majority of folks you’d seen? If so, you’d be with Charlie trying to get out of there as quickly as you could.

“Park down here, please!” you heard Charlie say to the driver after a while.

Your surroundings hadn’t changed much from where you started out. The city did seem to be a bit more residential in this area, but the level of chaos remained the same.

You followed Charlie out of the vehicle, expecting to walk into one of the many townhouses lining the uneven street. Instead, she took you down a few blocks and around a corner. It was as if she didn’t want your arrival to be known. To be fair, you didn’t either. The thought of any interactions with Hell-dwellers beyond Charlie and Vaggie made you nervous.

You found yourself standing in front of tall golden gates attached to a stone wall that encircled a grand manor. It was massive, at least twice the size of the hotel, with elegant gold detailing around the windows and pillars. Even though it was gorgeous, you were a little thrown off by its odd shapes and red stripes that reminded you of a circus tent.

It was quite the niche aesthetic…

The front door opened as soon as the two of you reached the top of the stairs, greeted by a small red demon. He had black and white striped horns and wore a cute little suit that reminded you of a butler.

“Welcome back, miss,” he said, dipping his head a bit as he stepped aside to let us in. “I was unaware you would be visiting. Is your father expecting you?”

“Oh, no…” Charlie began fiddling with her hair. “We were just passing by when I remembered I wanted to…pick something up! It’s good to see you. I wish we could catch up, but my friend and I are on a tight schedule.”

Her laugh was forced as she grabbed your shoulders and began pushing you down the hall, ignoring the way you stumbled along. She told you that there would be a room where her dad kept an array of magical tools and artifacts. Most were gifts to earn his favor, she explained.

It made you wonder what sort of industry he was a part of where people were trying to suck up to such a degree.

Pictures lined the hallways with the majority having Charlie as the subject. Their golden frames contrasted nicely against the striped red wallpaper.

You couldn’t help but stop to look at one from when she was in an awkward preteen phase of her life. She was quick to notice and pull you away with a red face. You couldn’t help but chuckle.

Your relationship with Charlie was nothing deep. The two of you had only met the day before, afterall. But seeing bits of her past like this felt intimate in a way one would share memories with a friend. You hoped it didn’t embarrass her too much.

Maybe you would show her some of your baby pictures to make up for it later.

“Oh, this was my old bedroom! One second, there’s something I do want to grab,” she said as she pulled you to a stop before darting inside.

You peeked in through the doorway. It was similar to her current bedroom in some ways, another canopy bed with a plethora of drapery around it and a beautiful vanity with a soft glow emanating from behind it. Yet it was clear that it once belonged to a child from the stuffed animal collection and softer color palette.

Charlie had wandered over to a floor-to-ceiling bookshelf, rummaging through it as she searched for whatever it was she remembered.

You waited outside the doorway. It felt inappropriate to enter a place so sentimental to someone who was largely still a stranger to you. Seeing so many portraits from her past already seemed like a breach of her privacy even though you couldn’t help it. It’s not like you could wander around the halls with your eyes closed.

As you turned away from her room, a small man came strutting around the corner, donned in all white save for a red waistcoat and black knee-high boots. He was about to proceed down the hall perpendicular to yours before skidding to a halt.

His head whipped around to face you, and you froze.

Shit.

His pale blonde hair, ghostly white skin, and rosy spots on his cheeks made him nearly identical to Charlie. He had to be either the father or a brother that she had yet to mention.

He stared into your damn soul, unmoving. You wondered if he could see right through your disguise. Through the paint on your skin to the blood that pulsed underneath. Past your skull to the thoughts racing through your mind.

You stood stalk still in your spot, as well, staring right back at him. You felt it was the only thing you could do. It was either that or book it, but you weren’t paying attention to the turns you took to get to this point. You’d be lost in a heartbeat. Imagine how stupid you’d look then.

So you opted to harness your inner statue. You didn’t dare move a muscle in case–by some miracle–he could only detect movement. If you were lucky, he would shrug and continue strutting away.

Manifest…manifest…manifest–

“Who are you?” He demanded in a deadpan voice as he jabbed his cane in your direction.

Shittt.

“I’m–uh…” Your eyes darted to the side before landing back on him. “Who are you?”

Meeting the parents was never your forte.

“I beg your pardon?”

“Dad!”

Thank fucking god.

His eyes lit up and a massive sharp-toothed smile spread across his face, completely forgetting about you the instant Charlie entered the hallway. 

“Charlie!” he practically screamed, arms spreading wide into the air. You had to duck out of the way as he threw himself onto his daughter. One would think he was attempting to squeeze the life out of her with how tightly he was holding on.

She looked miserable.

You did your best to hide your smile at the exchange. You could remember all the times you were embarrassed by overly affectionate loved ones shamelessly kissing and cooing at you in front of your peers. You were sure that at least half the time it was done so with malicious intent.

On the flip side, it was always quite enjoyable to witness it happening to others.

“I know, Dad. It’s good to see you, too…” She was patting his back, an attempt to signal she was ready to be let go.

“Why didn’t you tell me you would be visiting? We could have planned something fun to do ahead of time–”

“It was a spur-of-the-moment thing! We weren’t originally planning on dropping by, but I remembered there was something I wanted to grab, so…” she lied.

You were unaware she hadn’t given her dad any sort of heads up at all. You felt bad that you were sneaking in without his knowing. Especially since he seemed so overjoyed just to get to see her.

“Speaking of,” she redirected, stepping aside and turning to you. “This is one of my friends–”

“Ah, it is so nice to meet you!” he eagerly cut in.

You were only going to exchange a small wave, but he practically jumped on you, grabbing your hand and shaking it with exuberance.

“My goodness, Charlie never brings her friends over. This–this is so exciting!”

He was so close that it gave you goosebumps. He looked less human than Charlie, but not quite animalistic like the other demons you’d seen. His red pupils were much smaller than hers, bordering on snake-like slits, and all of his teeth were akin to daggers. She must have gotten her more human qualities from her mother.

You did your very best to smile as genuinely as you could.

“It’s nice to meet you, too–uh–Sir.”

He drew back, finally giving you space. Then his eyes lowered to your mouth.

You quickly sealed your lips.

Was he looking at your teeth? They wouldn’t give you away, would they? Charlie and Vaggie had mostly dull teeth aside from their abnormally sharp canines. If he asked, you could tell him you wanted to see how far you could file them down…

Worrying about your appearance made you uncomfortably aware of the paint coating your skin. It felt so thick all of a sudden. So sticky but also dry. And the fake horns were so heavy. God, you wanted nothing more than to rip it all off.

Your heartbeat was picking up speed.

Did his eyebrow just twitch?

His eyes narrowed slightly but that grin held fast. He briefly looked down to his hands before returning to your face, rubbing his gloved fingers together. It was as if touching you left an uncomfortable feeling behind that he was trying to get off.

“I’m glad we got to run into you, but we’re on a bit of a time crunch, so we should get going,” Charlie said, laughing nervously as she tugged on your sleeve.

“It was nice meeting you,” you repeated with a dip of your head before following her down the hall.

You could feel his eyes on you while you walked away. As you turned the corner, you glanced back to confirm you were just paranoid. 

His red eyes were locked onto you. He hadn’t moved from his spot, and his smile was gone.

Relief washed over once you were out of his line of sight. There’s no way he knew you were human. He couldn’t have been able to tell from just your teeth.

But then why did he look at you so strangely?

Your anxiety began to let up more and more as you got further away. Glancing over at Charlie, you could tell she, too, was bothered. Her eyebrows were furrowed and her lips pursed. She kept silent until you finally arrived at the room you came here for in the first place.

It was filled with shelves that held a wide variety of objects. From books, to statues, to strange glowing orbs on pedestals…

If you could find what you needed quickly, none of this would matter. You wouldn’t have to worry about Charlie’s dad figuring you out. You would be back home, safe and sound.

Where it was a good thing you were human.

Where the only things you had to worry about were bills and boy troubles.

“Alrighty,” Charlie said, closing the door after you. “I’m not really sure where to start, but some of these should have labels or descriptions or something.”

That was reassuring.

You each got to work, filing through piece by piece. She wasn’t wrong about some being labeled, though their names often told you little to nothing about what they actually were or what they could do.

As you went to flip through an old book similar in appearance to Devon’s, it was engulfed in purple flames. You gasped, backing away and colliding with something behind you.

Spinning around in hopes of preventing whatever you bumped into from falling, you came face to face with Charlie’s father.

Your heart stopped.

“Might I help you find something?” The smirk adorning his lips as he leaned closer was not comforting whatsoever. You were beginning to understand Charlie’s distress. This man had no concern for personal space.

Wide-eyed, you glanced over at Charlie who looked nearly as alarmed as you to see him there. You side-stepped away so that you were no longer sandwiched between him and the shelves.

“Dad…” Charlie drawled. “Don’t you have something more important to be doing right now?”

“What could possibly be more important than my favorite daughter? It’s been so long since I’ve last seen you!” he said, facing her.

“I’m your only daughter,” Charlie groaned.

“Uh-huh, which is why I want to spend as much time with you as I can~” he sang as threw an arm around her shoulder. “Say, have I gotten to show you my newest ducks yet?”

“No…look we’re really busy right now.”

“Right, right. Looking for something that you need,” he said, waving his hand in the air as he recalled her previous words. “In this room of all places?”

That made Charlie stiffen. 

“Ah, well–uh…”

“She was just showing me around while we were passing,” you spoke up. You were so thankful that your smile didn’t falter when his half-lidded eyes turned to you once more. “It would have been a shame to have missed out on so many amazing relics.”

“I’m sure,” he hummed. “If you’re curious about any in particular, I can tell you all about them.”

He relinquished Charlie to step up to you again.

“Were you a historian when you were alive?” He asked, tilting his head.

“Ah…No…” you said, looking off to the side. There was a moment of silence before you realized he was probably expecting you to specify your occupation. “I was a clinical technician. Items such as these would be interesting to anyone though, I’d imagine.”

“And what did you do to wind up here in Hell?”

What?

“Um, I didn’t…”

“Many would assume working in the medical field would earn you a one-way ticket straight to Heaven, so what could you have possibly done to land yourself here?” His tone turned serious, eyes narrowing.

You needed to calm yourself down. He was probably just interrogating you to ensure his daughter was keeping good company. You’d likely do the same if your child was surrounded by a bunch of sinners with some of the worst track records known to man.

What answer could you give him that was justified enough but didn’t make you sound like a psycho?

You stole a bunch of human blood and used it in a satanic seance.

He didn’t need to know that.

Premarital sex?

No, he had no business knowing about your sex life either.

“I cheated on a test once,” you answered with a guilty smile.

He gave you the most deadpan stare you’d ever seen.

“Premarital sex, too.”

“That’ll do it!” Charlie chimed in.

“That’s the whole reason Charlie and I met actually,” you said, trying to redirect the conversation. 

Both gave you odd looks. That probably wasn��t the best way to follow up that statement, but oh well. 

“She told me all about how I can redeem myself at the hotel she’s running! I hope to one day reclaim my virginity until I find that special someone.”

You smiled sweetly in hopes that it would earn you a few more brownie points. Weren’t you just the most precious little sinner?

“That’s right! She only recently got here, and she’s already seeking redemption! Isn’t that fantastic?” Charlie placed herself at your side, presenting you as if you were a class project. “She hasn’t even heard about the extermination yet!”

“The what?” You turned to face her.

“Don’t worry about it,” she waved you off.

Her father had both hands propped upon his apple cane as he squinted at the two of you. You were clearly hiding something but he had yet to figure out what.

Trumpets began to blare from right beside you, causing even more strain on your frantic heart.

“Hehe, sorry, one second,” Charlie said, pulling her phone out of her pocket to check whatever notification caused that horrid noise. There was a moment of silence as she read the message before her eyes widened, and she went slack jawed. “Shit.”

Well. That didn’t sound good.

Her father looked concerned about her reaction, as well, placing himself at her side with a hand on her arm as he looked up at her.

“Is everything alright, sweetie?” he asked in a soft tone.

“It’s nothing,” she shook her head, pulling away from him. “It was nice seeing you, Dad, but we really have to go now.”

She grabbed your wrist and dragged you out of the room with her, leaving her father behind without a second glance.

Next Chapter

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[gatheringbones]

[“My girlfriend (I’ll call her Rachel) and I have been riding the same bus to the Metro station together nearly every weekday morning for the last two years. After a few weeks, all the commuters on the bus start to look familiar. You begin to notice who travels with whom. You start to give people secret nicknames (Franklin Planner Guy, Park Service Guy, Beautiful Woman, Vancouver Boy). Pretty soon you start noticing each other around town, start saying hi at the farmers’ market. You don’t know each other’s names, but if someone disappears from their regular bus for more than a few days, you begin to wonder if they’re okay, if they’ve moved or changed jobs. It’s an odd sort of community.

Rachel and I wondered sometimes if our fellow workers had nicknames for us, too. What would we call ourselves? Dress Alike Girls? We’ve committed the Ultimate Lesbian Sin—dressing alike—on more than one occasion. We have totally dissimilar clothing tastes, but an unfortunate affinity for the same colors, so we’ve been known to show up at each other’s houses in the morning to find one of us wearing tailored silk khakis, black pumps, and a dark blouse—that would be Rachel—and the other (that would be me) in khaki shorts, black sneakers, and a dark blue T-shirt. Embarrassing. We finally decided that our bus gang would call us Jointed at the Hip Girls. We’d sit at the back of the bus, hold hands sometimes, whisper. We didn’t need to wear T-shirts that said “Dyke.”

But we didn’t actually think about it very much either. We felt safe enough in our little bus world to be “straight acting” (ha ha).

And one morning, when we were standing on the platform at the Metro station, one of our bus buddies approached. She’s tall, light-skinned African-American woman with a penchant for outfits that Rachel admires, and we had wondered if she were family; she had that look about her. She apologized for interrupting and said, I just wanted to tell you guys that it’s so nice to see you in the mornings. I looked at Rachel, a little puzzled. I mean, the woman continued, You both just look really happy when you’re together, you sort of glow.

I started to blush. My ears got very, very hot.

Umm, I umm, I said.

Rachel was more composed (although she was blushing too). She thanked the woman graciously, and asked her name. Kara, she told us. I actually ran into Kara the other day at the grocery store, and we rode the bus home together. I found out that she’s a poet and a sculptor, and she lives three blocks from me. I told her I was writing about her in an essay I was doing for an anthology. She laughed and said, Oh, because of that thing I did that morning?, and chatted for a few more minutes. I don’t remember the rest of that conversation either, really. After all this time, is it possible that I’m still traumatized at the thought of coming out?”]

kanani kauka, from freedom rings, from a woman like that: lesbian and bisexual writers tell their coming out stories, 2000

[spacebarbarianweird]

Please, what are you headcanons about Astarion and human Tav/Durge? There's obviously the angsty issue of humans having one of the shortest life spans of all DnD races but that's only as angsty as you want it to be in this setting (and the stories you can tell about it are what makes it fascinating). Still... What's your take on it? Would that be a disaster for a proud immortal elf?

Since humans are very diverse I decided to take female human Tav who isn't exactly a big girl but would be considered "curvy" by human beauty standarts.

Astarion x F!Human!Tav

Masterlist

Headcanons

You are the third child born into a big family of seven.

Unlike your sisters, you are that girl who is always teased for "eating too much" or "needing too much fabric for a dress."

It would bother you if you had issues with self-esteem. But you don't.

"At least, I have some tits and ass!" you jokingly say to people who decide to comment on your looks.

Besides, your father, a native to Frost North, has always told you that "the bigger a woman is, the more chances she survives a winter".

You inherited from your northern ancestors' red hair, the color of fire.

Freckles dance over your pale skin and, when you laugh, you can be heard in the neighboring village.

Since there's not much for you in life apart from marriage, you sign up to join an adventure party.

Being an adventurer isn't easy. It's dangerous for a lonely woman but you manage to find friends and learn how to protect yourself.

And you are still this jolly human woman who just can't allow herself to stop because your years are so short.

You probably regret this attitude when locked inside the Mindflayer's pod with a nasty tadpole behind your eyes.

You gather this group of traumatized people - it's not like you are the most competent person, but you are, at least, not experiencing the meltdown!

Astarion immediately catches your eye - he is an elf. And it's a common knowledge humans see elves as the most beautiful creatures ever.

Does he think he manipulates you into protecting him? Too bad. You decided you weren't leaving this adventure without this handsome elven man by your side.

A vampire? Even better.

You are much stronger than him and a bit taller.

You can easily pick him since his bones are so light.

And he adores your body.

Your breasts are pretty big and your thighs are soft.

He likes using your boobs as a pillow and you don't mind - because it gives you full access to his hair.

Or putting his head on your soft belly and thighs.

He also adores your body hair - especially the one in private parts.

"You know among humans it's considered ugly unless you are a man"

"No wonder human women prefer elves."

You look adorable in dresses with deep necklines and ribbons in your curly red hair.

And Astarion loves seeing you in the morning, when you, awake from your long human sleep, look at the world with puffy eyes trying to apprehend wtf you saw in your dreams.

"Don't even ask, human's dreams are fucked up."

When Astarion is distressed, you often put him on your knees and lull him like a child.

And it's difficult for him to adapt to your lifestyle.

You are considered a slow type for a human but you are still a human

You are ambitious, loud, and fast. You have so little time left, you want to experience it to the fullest.

You are smart, brave, skilled and unstoppable like a human traveler, who decided they want to reach the edge of the world.

You keep being adventurers until it's too difficult for you.

Your red hair turns white, and you have wrinkles. You aren't a jolly red-haired girl any longer.

You are a jolly old lady who can both bake cookies for neighbor kids and beat someone's abuser with a hammer.

The time passes fast and it's time for you to go.

"You were quite an adventure, Astarion", you whisper to him

"And you were everything", he replies holding his tears back.

Astarion wants to leave the moment you find rest in your grave, but your family, the loud red-haired clan doesn't let him go.

Well, it's not like any of them were ever prepared to have a vampire for an uncle but here they are.

Astarion visits them from time to time, seeing how children grow up, how new things get old, and how the village becomes a town and then a city.

Human lives are so short, they make the most of them

Astarion visits less and less and only some of the oldest residents of the city know about him.

"Oh, yeah… I remember. My grandmother once told me her great-grandfather's sister was married to a vampire."

Sitting at the seashore, waiting to sail to the Isle of Evermeet, Astarion remembers the words he once heard from an old elf.

"You need to fall in love with a human at least once in your life."

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[averydayss]

Heaven Sent𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪

she said don't get too attached but she attached to me

>>contents: in which Jake found out that his crush of 4 years, y/n wrote him a love letter

>>warnings: fluff, angst

>>now playing: Heaven Sent - Tevomxntana

Who wouldn't know of the one and only Sim Jaeyun? He is what most people would call a heartthrob, his angelic face paired with his beautiful voice and sweet personality would make anyone fold.

Jake is very popular in school, people would automatically look at him wherever he goes. Y/n was one of those people.

Y/n has been crushing on Jake for the past 2 years. Sure she is in the same grade as him, but she doubts Jake even knows her name. Besides shes too shy to talk to him whitout it being akward

Y/n had already made a love letter for him but she didn't want to give it to him, afraid that he would reject her which was probably going to be the case. He had so much pretty fans that send him love letters on a daily basis

It was after class, me and Winter was heading to the cafeteria to eat some food since we both didn't eat breakfast today.

"Hey isn't that Jake's group? The one being surrounded by girls right now" winter pointed to a small crowd of girls who seemingly was surrounding a group of boys

Y/n nodded and was seemingly suprised, sure she knew that him and his group of friends were popular but she didn't expect them to be THAT popular.

"Perhaps this is another sign that he will never like me" she said with her head resting on the table

"Noo don't say that, mabye he just doesn't like to show who he likes?" Said winter with a soft voice

"Really? I don't even know his ideal type, how am i supposed to make him even look at me?" Asked y/n

"Wait, your brother is in his friendgroup right? Can you pls ask him who Jake's ideal type is?" Asked y/n with a pleading voice

Winter shook her head "NO, besides what if my brother thinks that I like Jake instead? It would be too akward and traumatizing for me"

Y/n sighed "If you ask him I'll treat u mint choco for the next month". "REALLY?" asked Winter with an enthusiastic voice.

"Mhm, but you have to ask him and promise not to tell ur brother that i like Jake" said y/n. "Deal" winter said while holding up a pinky finger

The next day, y/n hurried to school to get information from Winter. "SO DID U GET ANY INFORMATION?" asked y/n enthusiasticly

"Duh, of course i did" said Winter. "THEN WHAT IS IT" asked y/n curiously

"My brother asked Jake whats his favorite color in a girl, he answered anything is good, he also asked jake whats his type and he said girls who are nice and also smart girls" answered Winter in a detailed way

"He likes smart girls? What's his next class? Mabye i can lend him my notes to make him think im smart" asked y/n

"If im not wrong him and my brother share the same class, if im not mistaken his next class is chemistry"

"Really? That's perfect then, i had chemistry before and i took some notes"

"Then you should give him ur notes before his next class starts" said winter after taking a bite of her lunch

"THANKSIES ur the best Winter i owe u a lot" said y/n. "Of course you do" said winter while rolling her eyes playfully.

Fortunately, y/n found Jake beside his locker whitout anyone else

"Heyy Jake, did you study for the chemistry test yet? If not i can lend u some of my notes" said y/n nervously while making a small smile

"Y/n? It's really rare seeing u talk to me, sure I'd love ur notes" said Jake while flashing his infamous smile who took u so much to not fold. With that you lent him Jakes notes

Chemistry class ended and y/ns notes was a big help for him. But he forgot to return y/ns notes after class and now he was stuck with her notebook

At home, Jake started studying, although he couldn't focus studying because of the way y/n smiled at him earlier, if only she knew how much he liked her

Jake has had a crush on y/n for the past 4 years, but Jake never started a conversation with her because she seems akward everytime he talks to her, and because of that he concluded that she simply didn't like to talk to him

It was kind of a bummer since everytime she talked to anybody else, y/n always has an energetic vibe and tone to it, very different than when she talked to him.

When he was stuck in a chemistry question, he remembered that there was a formula in y/ns note that would solve it

When he dug through his bag, he found y/ns pink notebook. When he was flipping through the pages a paper fell out. When he bent over to grab the notes, he froze.

In the note was a familiar name "To: Sim Jaeyun". He knew in a way that this was an invasion of privacy, although in his defense there was his name

"Hey, im Y/n from class 12B, you probably don't know me but I've had a crush on u for 2 years but I can't confess to you in person since it would be really akward. I love your smile and the way you treat others so kindly, its like your heaven sent. I know you probably don't feel the same way to me even though i hope you do but i wanted to get this feeling off my chest."

To: Sim jaeyun, From: y/n

Jake couldn't believe his eyes, his crush of 4 years liked him back all along? He felt like he was on cloud 9, smiling so much all night

The next day, Jake didn't even bother eating breakfast. He wanted to arrive to school as fast as possible to confront y/n about the letter and possibly confess to her too. There he saw y/n walking through the halls

"Hey y/n" Jake approached you while lightly tapping your shoulder. "Jake? Whats up?" Y/n said.

"Sorry i forgot to return your notebook yesterday, here it is" Jake said while lending your pink notebook to you

"I know this is probably an invasion of privacy but i saw your love letter to me"

"What do you mean?" Y/n asked confused. Whitout saying anything Jake pulled a familiar letter out of his pocket

You suddenly feel your face heat up. You remember writing that letter a year ago and you were planning to give him the letter on valentine's day. You didn't ended up doing that because you were to scared that he would reject you

So instead, you placed the letter in-between the pages of your notebook and you forgot to take it before you lent him your notebook

"About that, im sorry it's totally okay if you don't feel the sam-" before y/n could finish her sentence, she felt his lips pressing against her lips. He kissed you

When he finally pulled back, y/n was still in shock. "I like you too, y/n. For 4 years I've liked you" he said with a soft smile

Since that day, y/n and Jake became the schools favorite couple

💳: divider by @v6que. Other images are from pinterest, credits to all the owners

A/N: Feel free to request something xx

[chuuyasfanboy]

Just had some random thoughts so pulled up an old blog I never used and am now deciding to write fics! I've had this stuck in my head for two days now but like- Skk as parents... enjoy <3

Wrote three sections! One with Chuuya, one with Dazai, and ofc them together. It can be read from either adopted or blood perspective, I hope? Kind of scattered, I was just goin for it guys

Iffff you liked this, please req something! I'm having major bsd brainrot and I need ideas...

Soukoku as Parents Platonic x Gn!Child!Reader

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The SILLIEST father EVER guys.

For actual years he was fully under the impression he HATED all kids with a passion. I mean guys look at how badly he treated Aku-

Well then he had you and things changed

It's just something about you being his kid, not a subordinate or random kid on the street

He's your dedicated apologist

In fact, he encourages your mischief!

When you were younger, it was a lot harder to handle you. He even found himself on his last fuse sometimes. Usually, he left Atsushi or Yosano to deal with you

He didn't want to revert to old habits and accidentally traumatize you :(

When he can handle himself, though, he's only halfway controlling you-

He's right along with you in the heinous activities half of the time

Hiding Ranpo's candy (for as long as it lasts), misplacing Kunikida's glasses, hell you two have probably snuck into the infirmary and changed the sheets to something very colorful and very childishly wolf themed...

He's not really a mature dad, nonono. But he's doing his best

He fully supports all of your wildest interests, even tries out some of the more entertaining ones

He struggles to act excited when you're younger and all your interests are very out of his range, but as you grow older he's actually a bit intrigued by them sometimes

Best birthday gift ideas, too. He's very creative when he wants to be.

He also has way more money than he should be ALLOWED to have

For your Sweet Sixteen, he most definitely got you an obsessively large custom pinata of your favorite character...

He makes sure EVERYBODY gets you gifts, because you are his world and thus you must be everybody else's as well

He really does try to keep you out of work, and especially away from his suicide biz

Maybe HE doesnt have a reason to live, but he certainly doesnt want you picking up those thoughts, because he knows you have a real big destiny to live up to someday

I mean, what would the world be without you?

When you hit the age of 13 though, its really hard to hide anything from you

You're so scary when you grow up! And you're way too smart!!4

Did you get that from him? oops...

Now, he doesnt have any plans of living that long, but if you do grow big and strong and smart one day, and you join the ADA, he's definitely got some favoritism.

Surprisingly, Fukuzawa actually gives you your first few proper missions with him

(Because he knows Dazai will not be letting any harm come to you, he trusts Dazai with his life and he knows you trust Dazai even more)

If you have different plans for adulthood though, he's still so supportive

If you go to uni, you're going to have to show him off

Why?

Because, guys, he's a dilf

Nobody's gonna be mean to the kid with a dilf father, they all want him

He jokes about it constantly

But rest assured, stupid and immature uni kids are NOT his type, no matter how nice the ones his age look

He's got his eyes set on that waitress and at least four other men at the moment

If you go straight into the workplace instead of uni, he's going to use his connections to get you a good job early!

Fukuzawa has a good way with words and Dazai himself is a pretty good reference contact

Just tell them he's your teacher, or something

It's not like they'll know his hobbies, he's wayyyy too big a mystery for that

Overall: 7/10 dad

A little rough around the edges, but he's trying hard to improve himself for you

And he's trying hard to give you the best life he can offer

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Did I say Dazai was a dilf?

I lied out of my ass.

Chuuya is the real dilf here

But we'll get to that later! (Just know he has plenty of men and women at his feet and they're definitely being way too nice to you because they want him so bad guys)

You're SO SO SO SO spoiled.

UNREASONABLY so

So bad you might even be a little bit of a brat growing up

It's fine, not toward him, he almost never says no to you so theres no need

There's absolutely no amount of money that can't be spent on you.

Luxury clothes, professionally cooked dinners, fancy rooms, home staff, the whole works

Despite all that though, he's insistent you go to a public/private school

He's not tutoring you, wont even hire one

It's not because he CAN'T, it's because he KNOWS how important it is for you to get your sense of independence early

Sure, you'll always have financial support, even if he dies (Trust fund babyyyyy)

But thats not what's actually important to your future

You need social skills, you need friends, you need and education and the taste of disappointment

Dont worry, though, he's not sending you unprepared

You're not eating school lunches unless you want to (but fuck why would you?)

He's sending you to school with top notch food every day

And clothes

And supplies

Plus, you'll have a tutor at the ready for anything you need a little extra help in

But for the most part he keeps as far as he can out of that section of your life

You friends are yours, not his

He's polite when they have sleepovers, and he's more than willing to host parties and hangouts

But he doesn't try too hard to impress them, and he doesn't talk to them unless its related to you

Because as much as he loves being around kids (a real big father he wants to adopt everybody he sees)

He doesn't want to impose on any boundaries YOU may have

As a side note though, he's still very observant of your relationships with them

If he overhears any manipulation, or shit talking (about you or not), he's not going to let it sit and exist

If it comes to it, he will contact the parents (And holy fuck they are TERRIFIED i mean imagine a publicly known MAFIA EXECUTIVE contacting you to tell your kid fucked with his ABSOLUTELY NOT GUYS)

If you're into any extracurriculars, he is ALWAYS there

Even if he's overseas on a mission, he has some lower rank attend and clears his schedule so he can watch through a call

Also guys, he practically funds your school?

Your teachers are terrified to cross you because if they do there will be NO SALARY

You complain about anything that happened? He's fixing it up in any way he can

You are his ANGEL, NOTHING will ruin your day as long as he can prevent it.

When you grow up, your options are very clear in his eyes

Either you go to uni and live independent of the mafia, or you inherit his spot when he dies

If you go for neither, he may be a bit shocked, but he'll hesitantly step back

He'll see how it goes, but he's not very confident at first

If it goes well? Fuck, great! He's always in your corner rooting for you

If it doesn't go so well, you always have him as a backup

He'll always be there to take you back with open arms and give you a second, third, fourth, fifth, etc chance. Always

If you do join the mafia, there will be no low rank experience for you

You're straight to the upper ranks. At first, you'll probably be in a position similar to Akutagawa under Dazai or how he was under Koyo

Direct subordinate, his apprentice, his prodigy

And when he dies, you're next in line for his exec spot

There's not even a worry about your skillset, he knows he's trained you well, ability or no ability.

Finally, back to the dilf topic I've mentioned at the beginning

If you go to uni, he has the same problem Dazai had, but WORSE

Fuck guys, he swears he tries to keep out of your friendships, but suddenly everyone's adults and they wont leave him alone.

It's at this point he stops hosting your events (except birthdays) and separates himself

No way is he getting involved with crazy college kids, no way

Overall: 9/10 father

He's a bit absent in your social circle, but he's your dad and thats that

He screams support from the stands and that's really the best you can ask for in a dad <3

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theyre so pathetic together-

theyre all the entertainment you need growing up

constant bickering (lovingly)

they dont involve you in all that

it comes with them both being in seperate factions, but they BOTH work very hard to keep you out of the professional lives

you're their kid, they dont want you in any of the doublesided danger that could get you in

you're probably a secret to everyone except the ADA and the other mafia

And your existence is on a need-to-know basis for everybody else

Dazai is the more present figure in your life, simply because Chuuya has to be a bit more distant

It's the nature of his line of work, anyone he's seen with is a target, and he doesn't want that to be you

He will be at your schooling events still, though. He will be YELLING AND SHOUTING in the stands

Into sports? Every time theres an unfair play he will cuss the living daylights out of the ref

And they just have to let him because theres nothing they can really do about

Dazais the same way, but with less scare factor and way less vigor

After games, he's going to complain WITH you about how lame the whole thing was if you lost, how everything was judged unfairly

They may not get along the best together, but they love each other and especially love you, so they're improving for you

Read: Chuuya is making them improve for you

Dazai thinks hes the victim in all this!

But oh well, if Chuuya makes him apologize when they argue in front of you, he will

When you're all grown up, they both encourage you to find your own path

You've got the chance, thanks to them, and they dont want you involved in their little wars

It's not like you can join any sides, because who would want to be against your dad :(

So really your only choice is moving out, maybe even away-

If you really do want into their business, they both insist you join the ADA

It's safer there for you, and Chuuya would rather have to order his men to not under any circumstances EVER hurt you, than have to watch someone he can't control put you in danger

Plus, he knows Dazai will keep you in the safest position possible

Overall: 7/10 together

They're a nightmare at dinner, and Dazai is sleeping on the couch almost every night

But they adore you and every move you make, so there's no way you're feeling unloved at all

[woeswrites]

Yandere Will Graham

Warnings: Yandere themes, Obsessive behaviors, Brief mention of rape/rapist, Dubious consent (mention of sex while under the influence), etc.

Notes: I am trying to be active again (fingers crossed). Headcannons are a really easy way for me to get the creative juices flowing. Don't be surprised if a few more come out after this one lol.

You were a recent survivor of an attack

No, it wasn't the Chesapeake Ripper

It was just some other wannabe serial killer trying to get his rocks off

He had a dumb, stereotypical name too

The midnight slasher? midnight butcher?

Something like that

The media wasn't very creative with it

Whatever his name was, he'd clearly had a type

Young men

All of a similar stature

With the same hair and eye color

All known to known be up at all hours of the day

It was a pretty open and shut case in Will's eyes

He was a plain and simple lust killer

Most likely white and in his 30s-40s

Classic closet case turned homicidal

He hadn't seen why the FBI was so stumped on the whole thing

The only real trouble was the lack of DNA evidence

He'd been real good at cleaning up after himself

Will knew he'd slip up eventually

This wasn't the type of guy to be so well organized for long

Well--

Does being murdered by your most recent victim count as a slip up?

Because that's exactly what happened

He was called to the scene with the rest of the team

The sight of you trembling, covered in blood, and standing over top of that creep was his first impression

You met his eyes and he was unable to pull away

Something about your tear blotched face held him captive

Jack tasked him with asking you questions about the events at hand

Normally this would have annoyed Will

He wasn't the talking type

Let alone someone sensitive enough to make such a traumatized person feel comfortable

But something in him didn't mind so much

Maybe it was the way you looked so vulnerable

Or the fact that no matter how much he pushed the idea away, he saw himself in you

An innocent man turned murderer under the right circumstances

"I'm Will Graham and I'll be asking you some questions."

"God, okay. I'm Y/n. Can't really say it's nice to meet you."

Will tried to start off slow

Ask the basics before moving onto the more pertinent information

You'd answer to the best of your abilities (considering the circumstances)

It took Will a second to jot down your responses

He'd get a little too caught up in your features to notice you'd stop talking

"Sorry, what was that? You got off work at 9?"

There was something admirable about your attempts to infuse your story with a bit of dry humor

Likely a coping mechanism

But Will found himself smiling a bit at your quips

By the time he'd finish up with you he'd felt a little attachment form

Sure the case was over on his end

But it didn't stop him from asking Jack about you

At least a couple times a week

"How's things going with that self defense case? Y/n's...?"

Will showed up the next day with your case fill on his desk

The sticky note stuck to it warned about annoying Jack with too many questions

He'd spend all night re-reading the details

Without noticing he began slipping in and out of re-enactment mode

Imagining you on top of him

Knife in hand

Crazed look in your eyes

He tried to shake the image away

He shouldn't be doing this

It wasn't right

You could've died that night

His guilt ridden thoughts did nothing to lessen the tent that had formed in his pajama pants

He tried to push the idea of you out of his head

Usually he'd have more control over himself than this

His resolve was strong at first

He'd hidden the manila folder away in the depths of his lower drawer

Telling himself he'd drop it

That worked for a couple of days

That was before he started dreaming of you

Events that he hadn't preformed himself took ahold of him

He became your attacker that night

He chased you

He ripped apart your clothes

He was the one who you fought off

He's the one who you thrust that knife into

And he loved every second of it

Wait--

No, he couldn't

This was just his empathy disorder

Yeah!

He was just in character

This definitely wasn't him

He would never want to do any of that stuff

And he'd prove it

He had memorized that file from front to back at this point

It wouldn't be weird that he'd known your address

He was an FBI consultant

It was basically warranted

Will found himself picking out his best clothes that night

His newest jeans, tailored shirt, the works

Not for any particular reason

And his bed was definitely not littered with rejected articles of clothing

This was just going to be a simple checkup, it's not like it really mattered what he looked like

He showed up on your doorstep with the nicest bottle of wine he could find

"Will? Is that you?"

"Uh, yeah it is. Would I be able to come in?"

You welcomed him in, albeit a little confused

"I thought my case was cleared..."

"That's not what I'm here for. I just wanted to check in on you."

You smiled at this

And Will felt his heart ache

You'd invite him to join in on your sorry excuse for a dinner

He'd never accepted anything so fast before in his life

It didn't take long before the two of you got into the wine he'd brought

It was innocent enough at first

Just drinking and talking

You'd mention how life was after the attack

Will shared a little about his experience with GJH

Its the first time he had ever felt so utterly connected with another person before

But then the two of you got a little more than tipsy

And Will found himself leaning in

One kiss turned into another and another

Will felt a sense of static overtake him

Every touch between the two of you sent shivers up his spine

He felt the strong urge to consume

Before either of you knew it your clothes were now in a heap on the kitchen floor

You woke up the next morning with a splitting headache

Oh-- and an FBI agent in your bed

Shock was an understatement

That was when the memories of the previous night flooded back

Will woke up at the loss of warmth

Last night was the best he had slept in years

You wrapped tight in his arms, bodies perfectly intertwined

His heart sank at the look of regret on your face

"We definitely shouldn't have done that. I think you should leave Will..."

He couldn't just leave now

Not knowing what he did

That you two were made for one another

He'd try to calm you down

"Y/n let's talk about this."

You weren't having it

Mentioning how inappropriate this all was

You'd shove his clothes into his arms

Will tried to console you

Not realizing why you were so worked up

You both did just have the best night of your life after all

You'd back away but he'd continue approaching

"C'mon I know you don't really want me to go. Let's just take a second before we make any rash decisions"

"We aren't doing anything. I want you to go. Now."

Something about him coming over while you were still recovering from your distress and it all leading to this...

It just didn't feel right

Will tried to approach once more but you pushed him away

He couldn't help the smile that made its way onto his face

"Push me. Go on, make it hurt."

You were absolutely bewildered

He reached out and grabbed ahold of you

His grip was almost crushing

Like he was holding on for dear life

"I won't leave you alone that easily. Fate brought us together for a reason. You feel it too right? We're one in the same. We're each other's destiny."

He looked crazed, sweat slipping from his brow

It felt just like that night all over again

The knife in your hand as your attacker bled out

Only now Will took his place underneath you

[daryltwdixon]

The Ruins of Us: Chapter 7

Summary: Still reeling from the traumatic events of the night before, you struggle to figure out your next move. Your suspicion and fear of Shane continues to grow, and aren't ready to face him or Daryl after the night's events. This chapter follows the last episode of TWD S1 pretty closely, but we do veer off towards the end.

Warnings: mentions of child abuse, abusive households.

You creep down the hallway at quickening speed, pulling open a storage door on your right. It was the first room you knew, or hoped, would be empty and when you shut the door behind you, you slid to the floor. You bring your knees up to your chest, and rub your eyes with the heels of your hands, seeing colors dance in your vision. The events of last night come back to you, and you reach down to your sore neck, praying there aren’t bruises. There are gaps in your memory from seeing Shane in the doorway with Lori, you can’t really remember why he was choking you or the words he said. You just knew how you felt after the fact. Hurt, betrayed…like there was a hollowness inside of you. You remember him threatening you, then dropping you to the floor and leaving you there. You remember drifting off to sleep. 

What you don’t remember--which brings heat to your cheeks again--is how you ended up in that bed. There’s flickers of memories of someone picking you up, the smell of cigarettes and musk invading your senses. At some point you were laying on something soft, but other than that…there’s nothing. You lay your head back against the door, letting out a sigh. Finally opening your eyes, you see there’s a suitcase in the room, opened with clothing strayed around. It couldn’t have been anyone from your group, but it was definitely women’s clothing. Your curiosity peaks as you crawl over to take a look. As you sort through some of the fabrics, you start to grin. Someone must’ve brought this when they knew things were getting bad–knew they’d be stuck here for a long time. You could use a new pair of shorts and a clean shirt, that was for sure. These clothes looked a little big for you, but manageable with a belt. You grabbed a few items–a pair of denim shorts, a black band t-shirt, you recognized the album cover from Queen artistically faded on it, and—god bless, a clean pair of socks without holes. You quickly changed into the items before stepping out into the hallway. You made your way less panicky now to the bathroom, getting a good look in the mirror. No bruising that you could see, just tender skin. You splashed cold water on your face, trying to get the burning heat from your cheeks at the memories of the night before. Pulling a comb out of your pocket that was in the luggage as well, you brought it through your hair. When you are satisfied with yourself, you put the comb down and head out to the hallway. You grab your black boots that were outside what was your room, sliding them on and quickly doing up the laces. Voices are heard from the left of you, so you follow the noise into what looked like an old break room cafeteria. 

A few of the first people here look up and murmur good mornings to you, but you notice Glenn leaning against his arms over the table, looking green. You smile, noticing the rest of them are looking a little peaky as well. Rick comes in behind you, putting his hand on the small of your back to let you know he was moving behind you and says good morning to everyone. He sits down at the table by his wife and son.

“Are you hungover?” Carl asks loudly, “mom said you would be,”

You can’t help the chuckle that escapes you while you sit next to Glenn.

“Mom is right,” Rick says in a hoarse voice, smiling. Lori murmurs something about it being her annoying habit, winning more smiles from Carl and Rick. 

“Eggs!” T-Dog calls out, bringing out a pan of yellow scrambled eggs. You only really got to talk to T-Dog yesterday at the table when people were breaking bread over some wine. He was jovial and kind. His gap tooth was endearing when he smiled. 

“Powdered, but I do ‘em good,” he is walking over to the group, “bet you can’t tell,”

Glenn is moaning next to you and Jaqui is holding him around the shoulders, trying to conceal her smile. T-Dog serves him some eggs, “don't ever, ever let me drink again,” Glenn moans.

Your smile vanishes from your face as Shane makes his way into the room, a small ‘hey’ as he passes. You’re watching him intently, taking a swig of the coffee Jaqui just put in front of you. After a murmured ‘thanks’ to her, your gaze follows him behind the coffee cup in your hand. 

“Feel as bad as I do?” Rick calls over to his friend.

“Worse,” you hear Shane grumble.

T-Dog is nearing him as Shane gets himself coffee, “the hell happened to you?” he asks when Shane turns, “your neck?”

Shane walks over to the table, sitting diagonal from you, not looking you in the eye as he says, “Must’ve done it in my sleep”

You glance over to Lori, and she catches your eye before looking at Shane and quickly away to her plate. 

“I’ve never seen you do that before,” Rick says, concern lacing his voice.

“Me neither…not like me at all,” Shane grumbles. Now Shane is staring at Lori, a wide eyed expression on his face. You just continue to stare at him, waiting until he looks away from her.

Just then Dr. Jenner joins the room, greeting everyone as he makes his way to coffee as well. 

Dale pipes up, apologizing for bringing up questions so early but Andrea saves him embarrassment by explaining, “we didn’t come here for the eggs,” you look over to Dr Jenner, who is looking intently at all of you. 

“Come with me,” he says, his coffee mug full. 

You all file out of the room, following the doctor down the hall. You stray behind, trying to match Lori Grimes’ stride as she walks out. She has her arm around Carl’s shoulders as you match her pace. 

“Lori, I–”

“Don’t,” she looks over at you with hard eyes, “I’m fine, everything is fine,”

All you can do is nod under her glare, and you look up to where Shane is walking, his head turning to look over his shoulder at you once in a while. 

“Okay, okay,” you whisper, letting her walk ahead. 

As you continue to walk down the corridor, a door opens to your right and a sleepy looking Daryl is walking out of his room. He looks at you with sleep in his eyes for a long moment as he closes his door behind him. Looking down at your changed outfit, then up at your face, a blush creeps across his cheeks. 

“Nice shirt,” he murmurs, with a half grin. All you can manage is a short nod to him, barely smiling back. Your palms are sweaty as you continue on into the main control room. 

You stand and watch as Dr Jenner shows the group on the big screen his Test Subject 19. Truthfully, you sort of already had an understanding of brain synapses and different lobes from your first year at college. But it seemed like everyone here was invested in what he was showing anyway. A screen of a scan came up, one that journeyed into someone’s brain, showing all the brain waves of a live human.

“It’s a person’s life, experiences, life,” he explains.

“You don’t make sense, ever?” Daryl says to the doctor, and Jenner explains synapses.

It’s soon understood that you’re about to watch someone die on screen.

“Someone who was bitten–infected. And volunteered to watch us record the process,” Jenner explains, a note of sadness in his voice.

He scans forward to the “first event” watching the virus invade the brain. The person on screen is dying in front of you. There's a conversation within the group about who knew people who had passed away. Andrea looks so drained when Amy is brought up, you can’t help but feel your heart tighten for her. Jenner pauses and asks his AI to fast forward to the next event. What you see makes your eyes widen and your mouth drop open.

In an hour, one minute, and seven seconds, you see a light begin to flicker on the brain stem. Most of the brain is dark, lifeless…dead. But the Test Subject is starting to awaken, that spark bringing the person–or the shell of the person–back to life. Then as suddenly as it started to move, you see something blow through its brain. Carol reacts first, asking what it was.

“He shot his patient in the head… didn’t you?” Andrea says. Jenner powers down his station. There’s more conversation about what this could possibly be, making people come alive from the dead to do nothing but eat people. You look over to Daryl, he catches your eye and you stare at one another for a long while.

“So there’s nothing left anywhere, nothing?” Andrea says and you turn to watch the doctor. He says nothing. You just stay quiet to process what you just saw. So the person is…alive, in a sense. Well, the shell of the person is alive. Up and moving. But you know from seeing them face to face they barely walk right like a person would. They only think about eating, without ever getting tired or any other emotion for that matter.

“Man,” Daryl says, putting the heels of his hands into his eyes, “I wanna get shit-faced drunk. Again,” he walks away to lean on one of the computer desks. 

“Dr. Jenner,” Dale says, concern in his eyes, “I know this has been taxing for you, and I hate to ask one more question,” he moves over towards the wall that has the large clock on it, “that clock…it’s counting down. What happens at zero?”

You all turn to look at it: 60 minutes remain.

“The basement generators–they run out of fuel,” Dr Jenner says quietly.

“And then?” Rick says, to no response. You all look at each other, confusion on everyone’s faces.

Rick asks the AI what happens when the power runs out, and she explains: “facility-wide decontamination will occur,” her robotic voice making it sound even more ominous.

A few of the group run down to the basements to check it out themselves: Rick, Shane, Glenn, and T-Dog. 

You begin to follow them, when Daryl grabs your arm. You look around to the remaining group, and back up at him. He follows your gaze, then pulls you out of the room. He walks down the hallway into the room you woke up in today.

“What happened last night?” he whispers to you.

“What do you mean?” you feign confusion. You’re not sure you’re ready to hear the part about how and where he found you. He’s scrutinizing your face, searching for an answer you’re unwilling to give. Suddenly you realize it’s much quieter in the hallway now. You both look up, and realize the air conditioning is no longer running. When you look back over to him, his eyes are still searching your face.

You sigh, “I–well…Shane…” you shake your head, not really sure how to begin. The main lights go out around you. Daryl leaves you, still holding your arm in place. 

Sticking his head into the main hallway he asks, “what’s goin’ on? Why did everything turn off?” you break out of his grip and walk out to the corridor and see everyone sticking their heads out of their rooms too, concern etched into their faces. Dr Jenner is walking down the hall.

“Energy use is being prioritized,” he explains, walking quickly, “zone five is shutting itself down,”

“What the hell does that mean?” you ask, quickly following behind him. Daryl follows suit.

“Hey, man she’s talkin’ to you!” he shouts at him, coming up behind him, “what do you mean its shutting itself down? How can a building do anything?”

“You’d be surprised” the doctor answers quickly.

There's a sense of panic in the group as you all follow him into the main control room again. You wait, quietly. He randomly brings up the damn French–they were the last to wait for a solution. They ran out of power the same way this building is too. 

“Everybody get out of here and grab your things. We’re getting out of here NOW.” Rick growls.

The AI is blaring an alarm, announcing 30 minutes until decontamination. Suddenly the doctor charges to his computer, typing in a code. As those of you start going towards the exits, the doors come down to close. You put your hand up in what feels like desperation. It’s thick metal.

“Did you just lock us in? He just locked us in!” Glenn says, panicking. Daryl looks at you, then charges to the doctor.

“You son of a bitch!” he shouts.

There’s chaos as you run after him to try and stop him, but Shane reaches him first, grabbing him as he gets his hands on Jenner, throwing Daryl off the doctor.. People are screaming at Jenner to open the emergency exits, to let them out. Jenner explains he can’t control it…the computers control everything. His voice is still eerily calm, even in the tornado of anxiety and panic building around him.

“I told you, once that front door closed, it wouldn’t open again. You heard me say that,” the doctor says, pointing his finger at Rick. There’s quiet for a moment.

“It’s better this way,” he finally says.

“What is? What happens in 28 minutes?” Rick demands. The doctor turns away. Rick gets on top of him, demanding again. Now the doctor starts screaming, explaining that this place can’t let things out when the power goes out–small box, ebola, viruses that could wipe out humans. The HITs prevent organisms from getting out. There’s questions on everyone’s faces. But you know what that means. Organisms. No organism can escape this place for the safety of the planet. Your brain clicks into place as your heart starts pumping harder. 

The AI, “VI” defines HITs to the room. All you can make out over the pounding of blood in your ears is explosives. The air catching on fire. Absolute devastation makes your skin crawl.

“It sets the air on fire. No pain. End to sorrow, grief, regret…everything,” Jenner whispers.

There’s a deafening silence in the room as you all stare at him. Suddenly Daryl starts throwing things at the door, using hammers with Shane against it to open it. You join them with more weapons, trying to hit the door as hard as you can. You don’t back down from a threat. You know better. The Dixon brothers taught you better. You feel like a caged animal being backed into a corner. All you know how to do is kick and scream and fight. It’s the only thing that’s kept you alive all this time. The adrenaline in you is pumping so hard that you’re in fight or flight. You use all your strength to continue pounding on the door with the sledgehammer in the room. 

“Those doors are designed to withstand rocket launchers” says the doctor behind you.

Daryl turns and charges again, “Well your head ain’t!” Everyone goes for him, holding him back. You know he’s the only hope of ever actually getting out of here. He can’t be killed–at least not yet. But that’s an ugly thought you don’t want to have. He knows the code, he’s the only one who will let you out of here. He is the only hope in letting you escape.

“There is no hope, there never was,” Jenner says, “this is what takes us down–this is our extinction event.” it’s almost as if he heard your last thought.

You look over to Carol, who is crying louder and louder, “you can’t keep us here!” she screams, tears down her face as she holds Sophia tighter against her.

Suddenly a gun cocks and you turn to see Shane pointing a shotgun at the doctor. Rick is in his face, telling him to stop, “this isn’t the way”. Shane is acting like a rabid dog, unable to control himself as he continues pointing the gun.

But Shane turns, you’re not sure if it’s Rick that was able to turn him or he did it himself to shoot the machines all over the room. You duck behind a table across the room. Rick is on top of Shane, about to punch him with the butt of the gun, “you done now?” he asks. He turns and after a long moment, says he thinks the doctor is lying about no hope. He had to be here working all this time for something.

“I made a promise,” the doctor stands, “to her, my wife.” he’s pointing at the large blank screen.

“Test subject 19… your wife,” you say, standing now. Jenner continues to explain how intelligent and amazing she was, and that she died for this. Because of this. But his wife didn't have a choice.

“All we want is a choice–a chance,” Rick says quietly.

Carol pleads, “let us keep trying. As long as we can.”

Thanking god and whatever is out there, you see Jenner give in, putting a code into his computer. The doors open. You hear Daryl yell back to the others, “Come ON!” 

The caged animal in you flees at the moment you see a chance at freedom. You’re sprinting to your room, grabbing the gun that was strapped to your back yesterday–your knife waiting for you by the bed you were in last night. You look around for any other things you left behind, but of course there’s nothing else. You barely had suitable clothing when you came here, no other belongings. You scan the room, then jump back into the hallway. Where is everyone? Where is Daryl? You run into the corridor, looking in every room. They were all just here? What happened? You keep going, into the bathrooms and opening every door you come across. What the hell? You are running deeper and deeper into the building, knowing you only have minutes left. But why can’t you find anyone? Did they already find a way out? You had to keep searching. You weren’t leaving unless you knew Daryl had made it out too. So you continue looking down every hallway until you can find him. 

Daryl

He’s rushing into the main entrance, hammers in both hands. Shane is next to him, running up the stairs with a gun in hand. 

“Daryl!” Shane shouts, holding his hand for one of the hammers. They both start hitting against the windows as hard as they can. T Dog comes over with a chair, slamming it against it. Carol suddenly calls out, and walks over to Rick shakily, digging in her bag. She holds a grenade in her quivering hand. Rick looks at her for a brief moment and takes it quickly, pulling off the top and laying it by the window. Daryl started moving away from the window the second she handed over, and can’t help but think why the dumbass Rick is just sitting by it, when the thought seems to hit him too.

“Oh shit,” Rick says, running away.

“Get down!” Shane shouts. Everyone drops to the floor in time to hear the explosive go off, shattering the window. It worked.

Everyone is up, grabbing their things. Daryl slides his crossbow over his shoulder, and jumps out the broken window. Everyone is following suit, going out into the open air. They’re running through the maze of dead bodies on the ground, walkers approaching from being drawn in from the noise. Daryl’s foot snags on a lifeless body on the ground, causing him to fall. When he looks down at the body, he sees a dead woman wearing nothing but tattered, bloody pants and Queen band t-shirt. His heart leaps into his throat, your face and the new Queen shirt you had on today coming into his mind’s eye. Y/N. He’s whipping his head around to look for you, but you’re nowhere to be seen. Even in the group running ahead he’s certain you’re not with them. You were almost always by his side. Or he was always by yours–protecting each other. Always.

He turns on a dime, Rick and Shane and Lori all screaming at him, asking what he’s doing. His blood is in his ears, he can’t hear anything. All he can think of is you, where the hell are you? How did he lose track of you? He saw you split from the main control room when the doors came up and figured you’d run to your room for your weapons. He had gone to check on the others, and that’s the last time he saw you. When he went back to the room he knew your things were in, you were nowhere to be seen. He shouldn’t have let you run out alone. He should’ve been with you. Should’ve waited for you and led you out with him. Stupid, stupid stupid idiot, he kept cursing himself. If he lost you today, like this. Death by that stupid motherfucker who kept you all hostage knowing the place was going to combust. Your face comes into his mind as he imagines the explosion–no, no. He couldn’t think like that now. He’s made it inside the building, shouting your name. He sees Dale and Andrea making their way out, and they look up at him with wild eyes. He knows they’re calling his name but he’s not stopping. Not ‘til he finds you. He continues to shout your name, his voice going hoarse. He knows there can’t be more than a minute left. He stops to pause, to snap himself out of sheer panic, knowing he won’t be able to do anything if his brain is on fire like this. He stops, heaving in breaths. His brain switches to the tracker he knows so well. His comfort for many years, the one thing he knows for a fact he could do, that makes him worth anything. His blood stops pounding in his ears and he can hear a distant screaming. It’s coming from deep within the building and he sprints towards it. It’s his name, you’re calling his name. He sees all the doors in the corridor where everyone stayed. They’ve all been pushed open. But every single one of them–empty. Just as he’s about to turn back to try the next hallway, you make an appearance at the end of the hall. Your whole face and neck are flushed with panic and he can only imagine he is a mirror of you in this moment. There’s a brief, half second pause before he’s running again. You’re running toward him too now, and he grabs your hand, twists around, and both of you sprinting for your lives down the stairs and out the open window. Once you’re out the window, you both hear more distant screams. It’s your group, out by the cars. He sees Rick and he’s waving his hand down, yelling something incoherent. Daryl then realizes that you probably have about 2 seconds until the entire building combusts in on itself. He pushes you down behind a pile of sandbags, throwing himself on top of you. His head is by yours, arms hovering over your face and neck. The moment your bodies crash onto the ground together, the building of the CDC lets out a giant boom. A gust of flames blows out, windows and glass shattering while the pressure of air explodes from the inside out. 

x Flashback x

Young reader & Daryl

You

It was a cooler day then, Fall crisp in the air when Daryl had come to your front door. You were probably six or seven–you had only met him a few days ago. You opened it to see him staring intently at you, quiet and pensive. He’s chewing the inside of his cheek.

“Hi,” you say, shyly. After a long pause, he looks away from you.

“Wan’ come hunt squirrels?” he said, now twisting his hands in front of him, not meeting your eye.

Your face widened into a grin, showing the gap between your teeth where you just recently lost a baby tooth. Daryl looked up at you, a smile growing slowly on his face while waiting for your reply.

“Yeah!” you said, following him outside. His shy grin turned bigger as you smiled at him.

“Don’t you gotta tell your mama and papa?” he says, stopping you on the porch. Your smile drops from your face, looking back at the door.

“Daddy ain’t here no more,” you said, staring at the cracks in the front door.

“And your mama?” he asks again, quieter now. You just shrug and turn to walk down the stairs. You knew your mother would barely realize you had left the house that day. It had been a long time since she cared to notice you. Once in a while when she was conscious she would look at you with her nose crinkled or swatted a newspaper at you. But most days she spent sleeping in bed and at night she was out and would return reeking of alcohol only to collapse back in her room. He walked in stride with you as you stepped down to the sidewalk, into the nearby woods. You could hear the stream trickling by you as you neared the entrance to the trail. Daryl had a large weapon strapped to his back, nearly half the size of him. He walked proudly, hanging onto the strap across his front. 

“What is that?” you asked him, poking the thing. 

“Ma’ pops’ old huntin’ crossbow,” he said surely. 

“Wow,” your eyes lit up with stars. Daryl smiled back at you, puffing his chest and clearly pleased that you were so impressed by him. 

“Darylina!” you both turn towards the sound of someone calling out. A teenage boy comes up onto the curb in a beat up bicycle, stopping shortly in front of you, “Who’s this, Darylina?” he taunts, looking at you. The boy is taller than both of you, with a block head and lanky stature. He has curly dark hair on the top of his head and he’s leering at the two of you. 

“Stop callin’ me that, Merle,” Daryl murmurs, kicking his feet and looking at the ground.

“Aw, Darylina, I’m sorry if I hurt your w’ittle feelin’s!” Merle pouted, “Is this your girrrrrlfriend?” he laughed, jumping off his bike. 

Daryl was quiet, looking to you and back to his feet, the confidence in him lost. 

“How ya doin’ little lady?” Merle approached you with a swing in his step, “I’m Merle. This kid’s big brother,”

 You had been around a lot of bullies in school–those who’d taunt you about your dirty clothes, your greasy unwashed hair, and sometimes even followed you home off the bus to taunt you about living in a trailer park. Merle seemed just like them. Your face was turning red, but not out of embarrassment. It had been a long while since you let other kids embarrass you. 

“What’d’ya want?” you stood straight, arms crossed. Daryl’s eyes widened and looked over to you, watching you stand up to his brother.

“Ooohoo hoo! We love a girl with some spunk, don’t we, Darylina?” Merle whistled and looked at his brother. Daryl was still quiet, but his eyes were locked onto you, watching you. 

“Go away,” you said confidently. 

“Or what? Whatcha gon’ do little lady? What’s yer name, anyway?”

“None of your business,” you snap. You fold your arms over your chest.

Merle’s leer just gets wider, looking you up and down, “I like you, Daryl needs someone to be his backbone for once,” 

Daryl had had enough, “Get outta here, Merle. We’re gon’ go huntin’ fer squirrels,” he turned his back to his brother, hoping you would follow. When you didn’t he stopped and turned to continue to watch you through his long bangs that hung in his face.

“Awww, ain’t that cute–this your first date?” Merle watched you, “should I mark the date on my calendar for the weddin’?”

You stare up at the teenager, your mouth tightening into a thin line, eyes narrowing. He’s leering down at you too, waiting for what you’ll do next. You honestly think he might actually like your spunk, but you can’t be sure. You knew many bullies like him. But you make up your mind and turn your back, following Daryl.

“Darylina and his girlfriend, kissing in a tree, K-I-S-S-I–” you hear behind you, and you stomp back over and kick your foot out, hard into Merle’s shin.

“Ow! You little–!” he shouts. You turn and grab Daryl’s arm, sprinting into the woods. You can hear Merle swinging onto his bike to follow you, but you and Daryl veered off path, making sure to get far off the dirt path where a bicycle couldn’t follow.

When you’re sure Merle is long gone and couldn’t ride his bike into the woods any further off the path, you stop breathless, both laughing. You both are bent over double, hands on your knees and cracking up at your spark of violence towards Daryl’s brother. 

“He might kill you,” Daryl laughed with you.

“I’d like to see em’ try,” you smiled, finally standing up straight, “now, you gon’ show me how to hunt squirrels or what?” 

—

You and Daryl made your way into the woods, and he kept telling you to keep quiet, “your fat feet keep scarin’ everything off,” he said to you, “you wouldn’t last a day on your own if you had te’ hunt fer yourself,” 

You whipped around on him, and he staggered to a stop, “Ain’t you s’possed to be teachin’ me?” he rolled his eyes at you, then pointed to your feet.

“You’re muckin’ up the trail, com'ere,” he said, pulling you back. You backed up so you were right next to him, following his pointed finger.

“I only see dirt,” you said simply. 

“Look closer,” he whispered, leaning down to the ground. His finger is still pointed down to the same spot, where you started to see gaps in the leaves that had fallen. Some of them were damp, others dry. 

“Prints?” you said, heart swelling.

 Daryl got up suddenly, smiling at you, “Yeah,” and began to lead the way. He kept pointing down at the brush, noting when the trail seemed to veer off up onto a tree. He paused then, his eyes searching through the branches above. He turned and looked over his right shoulder, across a small clearing. You could both hear the chattering of a squirrel then. He looked back at you, holding a finger to his mouth to keep you quiet. He held up his crossbow then, and although it looked heavy as hell on his shoulder, he aimed to the tree. The moment the squirrel made its way down to the center of the trunk, Daryl released an arrow. 

“Wow!” you said, excited, “where’d you learn to do all this!”

He was making his way over to the tree, and grabbed the arrow from the squirrel’s chest. 

“Have to eat somehow,” he said quietly. It made you pause and think. Although you had fend for yourself most days, there was always a way to find food. Your mom couldn’t be counted on for much, but there was always a couple bucks in her purse you were able to sneak for something from the corner store most days.

“Your parent’s…?” you began to ask, but trailed off when he met your gaze with hard eyes.

“Pops always said if we couldn’t figure shit for ourselves we’d never learn,” he grumbled, tying the squirrel to the strap of his crossbow with some rope, “I ain’t old enough for a job. Merle is barely around since he turn 16,”

You’re quiet for a long moment. He was looking down at his hands, fiddling with the rope around his strap now.

“Sometimes I steal my mama’s money out her bag to buy food,” you quietly admitted to him, looking down as well. His eyes flicker up to you and back down again.

“If I ever tried that I’d get whooped,” he whispered, and you both stood there for a long moment. Daryl cleared his throat and looked up at you, “do you have a crossbow at home?” 

You shook your head, looking back at him. He let out a big breath, nodding, “right, well, let me show ya how to make a snare, for the little guys like this. You know, for when I'm not around to feed yer sorry ass,”

[dontmixpaintinyourcoffee]

The queen herself!

design notes under the cut

alright, let's get started with the outfit-

The thing is that Ravens outfit is really cool, but it is a PAIN to draw, at least for me. There are some small details that come from them having to fit doll molds that drive me crazy, like the fact that Ravens shoes don't have heels but she walks like they do

I also had gotten really, really bored of drawing skirts, so pants it is

Ravens look is majority black with purple and silver accents, but I tweaked it a bit so that purple is the primary color, just for fun

The feathers were cool, but I wanted to save them for fancier looks, so instead I went with dragon wing style clamps on her jacket. It always bugged me that she was the first character with a dragon and that she didn't have any draconic features on her

Alright, so this is my explanation for the way she dresses in this interpretation- she doesn't want to be seen as evil, but her wardrobe is literally cursed to make any and all clothes she tries on as much like her mother's as possible. So she has to try and mold it to her own style, like "ok what's the most normal thing in here" but she's going through Goth Skeletor's closet and this is what she's managed to put together. I'd say she did pretty good! Cravat is a little much though

Yes she only wears one glove, that's on purpose. It was gonna be that the gloved hand is her primary spellcasting hand, but I immediately ruined that, so now I guess that's just something Raven thinks looks cool

Ok now the more character lore stuff

That weird little skull nightmare next to her is Prince! I don't have and have never read the books, but I have spent a lot of time going over wiki pages to try and find details I can incorporate into these designs. Apparently when Raven was a little kid her dad got her a puppy which she called Prince. At some point her mom decided it was unfitting for an evil princess and transformed him into whatever the hell a bone rat is. Needless to say, traumatizing. I can't stand a single even vaguely negative thing happening to a dog, so I'm deciding that Prince is alive, kind of immortal since he's undead-ish, and maintains the same memory and personality. He lives with Raven's dad when she's at school and he's a very good boy, he's just really, really weird.

Yeah I don't know where I'm gonna fit Nevermore in, I think she's just gonna have to join the canon with the rest of them in Dragon Games, cause I like Prince way more conceptually tbh

Evil Raven cause why not. I actually have some ideas on how the queen lineage would work, especially because Raven seems to completely control every aspect of her powers after signing in Way Too Wonderland. I really like the idea that as the next queen grows they gain more magic, but because they siphon it from the previous generation. Raven had a natural affinity for basic spells her whole life, but after a certain age she started to take her mom's powers, which are the new ones she can't control. Plus, I like that angle on the whole jealousy thing. The Queen isn't just bitter that Snow White is more fair than her, it's the double whammy of knowing that no matter what she does, her power will be drained away and made pointless by both Snow and her own family. Usurping based angst

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i have decided to randomly infodump about my lab rats as a way to motivate myself to: 1) revamp existing characters old refs and 2) DRAW THE GD REFERENCES OF THE REST OF THE BITCHES (this will probably take me ages still. alas), more rambly details abt the story and characters under the cut

the main characters: Dr. Kitty Whisker and her twin sibling Happy(tbd), Dr. Brainworms, Gummi (comic relief character mostly), Prof. Fuzzybottom(tbd) and Prof. Snakebite (previously known as prof. pinky, i need to redesign him more heavily)

the side characters (these guys may have side stories of their own but theyre mostly just an excuse for me to design more weird lab rats): Prof. Smartypants - ref to be finished, ferret with a brain of a human, she is my 'authors blatant self insert' into my own story lol; Fishsticks (drawn, a dissected mouse/frog stitched together), (the rest of these dont have names yet) a rat/chick hybrid with funy lil chicken legs, a rat/gator/shark hybrid she is punk and goth and she Bites, a mouse/cat dna mix with a surprisingly tragic backstory that im still working out, more tba

each lab rat represents usually an amalgamation of different experiments as the lab they are in is 'cheap' with their test subjects and likes to Repurpose old, usually failed experiments and do other stuff to them! honestly even if theyre a success they still end up getting experimented on more lol but they are still unimportant enough and the lab big enough where they can hide themselves away and have their own space w/o being actively searched for. ofc the world of the setting is based on our own reality but way more Hyperreal, i dont aim to represent logical feats of science bc a lot of these guys would defs be revolutionary (and impossible) irl lol. i will briefly run down what each main character is a result of but ideally id like to go into more detail when i actually. make the story more visual in whatever format i decide to do (probably experimental and non linear snippets, i dont think im smart enough for a full comic)

Dr. Kitty and Happy are twins! they were the result of an experiment where the scientists were testing if one species of rodent could gestate a different species of rodent just thru a little genetic modification. and that was Happy! he is actually a bunny born from a rat mother and with all rat siblings (one of them being Kitty) hes a bit smaller in stature than a usual bunny being more rat sized but other than that just a bnuuy! further experiments on them was how well skin grafting would work between different yet similar species. it worked for Kitty (hence the bunny ear) but not so much for Happy... both of them had separate experiments done on them also, altho Kitty was more rebellious of the two earning her the shock collar. Happy also had experiments on his fur to make it color changing like a chameleon, as well as some experiments to his eye (tbd)

Dr. Brainworms is actually a sapient amoeba/bacteria type thing, attached to a host body(that happens to be a hairless rat), this host body is her most compatible one as she Can overtake and control other bodies but they start to decay pretty quickly. her history is something she herself is trying to find out as her host body is its own mystery.. is she just an amoeba that gainted sentience? is her mind really her own? was this body maybe always hers? who knows!

Gummi is a jelly belly gummy rat candy brought to life, pretty self explanatory... but shes got a few mysteries of her own! like, why was she even created, for what purpose, i mean who could even do such advanced science anyway to bring an inorganic candy to life, and Why does she keep talking abt a scientist with green gloves when there arent any scientists like that around?

Prof. Fuzzybottom is a rabbit! she used to be just used for breeding new test subjects which left her pretty traumatized not being able to keep any of her children, she became infertile from the stress so she was repurposed for other experiments, like trying to turn her fur to naturally be an unnatural color, and to be more synthetic like faux fur (aka a living plush) she was also blind so they replaced her eyes with a plushy sleeping mask that actually has LEDs inside that are hooked up to her brain to see if they could restore vision thru cybernetics. in her original iteration she was even supposed to be half rat half bunny buut i felt it too much, might still reuse the idea tho! tbh i just wanted a bunny with cute rat hands :3

Prof. Snakebite is not even a lab rat originally, he was simply a pinky rat used to feed the lab snakes, but due to freak circumstances he was actually still alive and after being bitten by a venomous snake, the stress hormones in his little body make him develop rapidly especially in brain power. as he was still very tiny and fragile, he wasnt the best subject to experiment on, but he was fitted with a brain chip originally just to read and analyze his brain development as he was much more advanced in mind than in body (of an almost newborn). after escaping he would upgrade his brain chip to help him utilize more brain power but also lessen the burden on his tiny body that could not handle the strain. he and prof. fuzzybottom are always hanging around each other, fuzzy very often babying him or just helping him out by carrying him and helping him reach places or handle objects, while he begrudgingly tolerates her as she is useful to his needs. also cant admit he appreciates her actually awww

the rest of the side characters are pretty self explanatory, theyre mostly just various animal hybrids and crossbreeds and splices! smh only the main characters get cool powers and shit -_- aside from Prof. Smartypants, after having a ferrets body fitted with a human mind(who doesnt remember the human part almost at all. its just the advanced intellect from it) tries to figure out the weird body dysmorphia with Science Potions aka chemisty. but thats mostly just to give another one of my sonas shapeshifting ablities (go figure) so yah if u read this so far Waow o_o Thank U and also Pls Send me asks abt this. if u want <3 can be questions or just ur thoughts ig!! id love feedback pleas please plea

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I’m back with another chapter! Thank you all so much for supporting this fic! It’s cool to know that people like the same stuff as I do, and it motivates me to write more!

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Chapter 3

I woke up on a plush surface, practically sinking into it. There was a part of me that wanted to still believe my entire experience with the Digital Circus was a dream, but I knew that couldn’t be true.

This wasn’t my bed. Not my real bed, at least. In fact, it didn’t feel like a bed at all, more like a giant pillow.

Right. The last thing that happened before I passed out was when I realized that Caine couldn’t change me back to my normal size. Which meant wherever I was, I was likely still tiny.

I finally opened my eyes, and the bright colors surrounding me were almost blinding. Massive blankets and pillows of every shade stretched as far as I could see.

As much as I didn’t want to admit it, the pillows were kind of nice. It reminded me of pillow forts…

Of course. This was Kinger’s pillow fort. That made sense, since he was holding me before I passed out. He probably brought me there so I could rest.

“Oh, Pomni, you’re awake! You really had us scared back there.”

I don’t know how I didn’t notice that Kinger was also in the fort with me right away. Then again, he kind of blended in. His robes almost looked like one of the blankets.

I tried to scoot myself back, but the pillow was too soft and I ended up just sinking into it further.

“Oh, did you need help getting up? I’ve got you!”

Kinger started to reach for me, and I frantically tried to move away faster.

“Nononono! It’s okay! I’m okay!”

He could tell I was panicking and stopped, glancing away in shame.

“Aw, I’m sorry. I must be freaking you out right now. I know I’d be terrified if I was in your place. But there’s nothing to worry about! I won’t grab you again, and it’s perfectly safe in my impenetrable fortress, so we can just wait here until Caine gets this whole thing sorted out.”

Admittedly, I needed the levity, so I gave Kinger a nod of approval and willingly let myself sink into the pillow. I could see why he liked to hide in his fort. It was like a little break room from the overwhelming insanity of the circus.

But it wasn’t as impenetrable as he thought it was.

A pillow on the bottom of the fort suddenly slid out of place, and before either of us could react, a huge assortment of pillows and blankets came crashing down on us.

It was a chain reaction of disaster as Kinger fell onto the pillow I was laying on, and the sudden weight shift sent me flying into the air, only to fall on my face a couple inches away. As I struggled to push myself up, I could hear the voices of the others.

“Jax! What did you do that for?!”

“What? I wanted a pillow.”

“But… Pomni could’ve gotten hurt…”

“These are cartoon physics we’re workin’ with here. She’s fine, look.”

For the third time, I was grabbed without warning and lifted into the air, this time by Jax. The thought of what he might do made me sick. The others at least seemed like they were worried about me, but it was pretty clear that he didn’t care.

In front of me stood Ragatha, Gangle, and Zooble, all looking concerned. Well, at least Ragatha and Gangle. Zooble’s expressions are kind of hard to read.

“She doesn’t look fine…”

“Yeah. I’m sure she LOVES being grabbed like that, Jax. Totally not traumatizing at all.”

Jax simply laughed off their concerns, emoting by moving his hands and arms around a lot in a way that was definitely intentional.

“Hey, come on, you guys, Pomni can speak for herself. If she didn’t like it she’d say something. Isn’t that right, Pom?”

By the time he stopped talking and moving me around, I couldn’t hold back and I threw up. Again.

Jax quickly dropped me and backed up in disgust.

“Ew. Somebody call Bubble.”

Right as he said that, Bubble appeared in front of me, way too close for comfort.

“Cleanup crew at your service!”

I backed up as he started licking up the vomit just as he did the day before. He’s really a freaky little thing. Though he didn’t look so little from my perspective.

Caine appeared shortly afterward, shaking his head(?) at Bubble, but then shifted his attention to me.

“Goodness gracious! You sure are prone to getting sick, aren’t you? Do you need anything? Want me to carry you to your room?”

The last thing I wanted was to be picked up again, so I queasily backed up in protest.

“No, no, it’s fine, I can get there by myself.”

Just as I regained my balance enough to start walking away, Jax walked in front of me, nearly stepping on me.

“You sure about that, shorty?”

Ragatha glared at him again as she made her way over to Caine.

“Anyway, Caine, have you made any progress on finding a way to fix Pomni?”

“Nope! Still working on it! But don’t worry, I’m sure a solution will come to me soon! After all, this is the digital world, and anything is possible!”

Zooble scoffed. “Yeah. Anything except leaving.”

“That’s the spirit, Zooble! Now then, Pomni, I leave the choice up to you if you want any of us to escort you to your room, or anywhere else you might like to go!”

I really would have preferred to be alone, but that wasn’t an option on the off chance that Jax decided to try anything else. I needed someone I could trust. I needed the one person I’d been avoiding.

Keeping my eyes glued to the ground, I approached Ragatha.

“Um… Ragatha? Can I go with you?”

She didn’t say a word, and kneeled down in front of me, her hands resting on the floor. I looked up to meet her eyes, and she gave a reassuring smile as if to say that this would all be on my own terms, and she wasn’t going to grab me.

I was still hesitant to even get near her, but she had a calm patience that the others didn’t. It was like she was willing to wait there for as long as it took until I was ready. In each passing moment I could feel my nerves ease just a little bit more, and finally, I took the first step onto her hand.

Due to her being a rag doll, Ragatha’s hands didn’t feel much different from the pillow I was sitting on earlier. I sat myself down, continuing to look up at her as she watched and waited.

“You okay?” She asked, her voice soft and warm. I simply nodded, and she continued to smile and wait. “Just let me know when you’re ready for me to stand up.”

I gave her another nod of approval, and she slowly stood up, holding me close to her for support, but not too tight to where I felt trapped. As she lifted me up, I could see the others looking on in surprise at how calm I seemed.

“Alright guys, I’ll be back in a bit.” Ragatha said as she turned to walk down the hallways where everyone’s rooms were.

As soon as we were far enough away from the group, I finally worked up the courage to speak again.

“I… thank you…”

She let out a content sigh as she continued walking.

“Hey, I’ve got your back.”

[princessofdarkness21]

Dee Headcanons for @anomalocaris-enthustist :)) YAY!!!

<3 Dee was sick a lot as a child, and the rest of the family still treats him as if he is very fragile

<3 The family only started going to a professional piercing and tattoo artist after Dee asked Ches to pierce his ears and Victoria walked in on Ches attempting to do it using an unsanitized paper clip

<3 Dee used to have an actual job before he began blackmailing other students at his school for cash, but he was fired when a customer asked where the cabbages were and he responded with "At Isengard" instead of "On Aisle Six"

<3 Just because he's quiet doesn't mean Dee doesn't notice things. He sees everything, but chooses to keep it to himself

<3 Dee hopes to one day be an archaeologist/journalist, but is afraid of failure so he tells adults who ask that he "doesn't really know yet"

<3 Dee is an insomniac, and loves to sneak up to the rooftop at night, looking at the stars and contemplating life

<3 Dee runs a My Little Pony discord server

<3 Dee hates the feeling of people staring, because he feels like he is being scrutinized or studied, and to him it feels violating. This is why he was so hostile to Diane after he realized she had been looking at him

<3 Dee finds Diane pretty, but believes that he's not her type and thinks she was actually judging him or his clothes when she was staring

<3 Lif and Dee take Heavy along on every single one of their dates, and people frequently ask if Heavy is their son

<3 After Heavy's teacher cut his hair, her Facebook account was suspiciously flooded with videos of people getting outrageous hairstyles and dying their hair very bold colors. She hasn't been able to log back in to stop the flood of videos since

<3 Dee's favorite snack is saltine crackers and he enjoys the look on people's faces when he orders black coffee in public

<3 Dee respects Glam and will only take criticism from Glam to heart. He got his piercings in the exact same place as Glam, tries to do the same eye makeup as him, and even immerses himself in the same hobbies as Glam to receive praise from him

<3 Dee feeds a family of kittens that live in the alleyway where Glam and Ches meet. He and Heavy are currently thinking of ways to convince Glam to alter the "No pets.... even fish" rule and adopt them

<3 Dee likes having his hair pulled back because he once had the same teacher as Heavy and she cut his hair too, which traumatized him. Now it is kept safely in its tied up poofball away from teachers

[captain-of-silvenar]

I will ensure no tales are told of your valor

You are a valuable asset, mortal. You will be of great use to us

Trying out any and all art styles to have some fun, and after seeing an art piece with heavy heavy shadows cross my dash I wanted to try a hand at it. Which lead me to try and draw out my feelings and thoughts about Kerasil and her relationship to Molag Bal and Meridia.

It is Mannimarco who sacrifices your soul in the name of Molag Bal, and your soul is trapped in Coldharbour until the end of the Main Game. It is Meridia that pulls it out of Coldharbour and presents it again to you in her Colored Rooms.

That is two Daedric Princes that have touched your particular soul and interacted with it; for good or for ill. I like to imagine that after the Main Game the Vestige is a kind of immortal Daedric being as a result of being messed around with so much.

Kerasil after the events of the Main Game is pretty discombobulated and, after the shock of everything settles, feels pretty alienated from the people around her. She isn't mortal anymore, she doesn't even know if she can age anymore and follow the flow of time anymore. And world events keep happening around and to her that require her to take up arms again and save Nirn from Daedric Princes. Over and over and over and over again.

Frankly, and I've talked about it in another post of mine, she's tired of it and willing to punch any and all Daedric Princes she meets. Sure she'll take the title of Champion as that is Y'ffre's will, but she isn't going to not complain about it.

She's not enjoying the fact it happened to her in such a traumatic way. And she certainly isn't enjoying the fact that while she kicked Molag Bal's ass six ways to Sundas, she hasn't gotten any revenge on Meridia using her as a tool to fight Molag Bal. And after the events of Summerset Isle where she had her friend Darien returned to her and then ripped away (possibly permanently) by the clutches of Meridia. Yeaaah no she dislikes Meridia to put it lightly.

Then there is the fact that outside of Second Era, no one has heard or speaks of this legendary hero. The Vestige, the Hero of the Alliances, Savior of Summerset, etc etc etc etc. Nothing. And while that can be chalked up to ZOS writing this as a prequel to the rest of the mainline games, I would like to use it literally as Molag Bal getting his own pull on Kerasil and fulfilling his threat:

"I will ensure no tales are told of your valor"

Thus the inspiration of this piece: caught between two Daedric Princes (Molag Bal's dolmen chains behind Kerasil, and Meridia's symbolic light rays over her shoulders) that each had their claws around your soul and influenced you in ways you cannot understand. You are no longer a person. You were the means to an ends of higher forces.

And your future is incredibly uncertain now.

[avatarrecom]

Who did this to you

Pairing: Poly!recoms x Recom!reader

Word count: 2629

Warnings: Child abuse, traumatic childhood, scars, angst.

Waking up in the body of an alien, of your enemy was... jarring, to say the least. Your skin color was suddenly streaked blue, your eyes golden. Suddenly you are three times the size you were when you were human. Suddenly you have a tail and cat-like ears. But, there are also positive changes. The doctors have had you do various physical exercises to see if everything is working properly. You soon noticed that you can run much faster than when you were human.

You also discovered that you can hear and see much better. And, unfortunately, you can also smell much better. You could smell that doctor What's His Name, had onion bread for breakfast this morning. Disgusting.

You sigh as you walk to the women's locker rooms. The colonel just conducted a briefing on your mission. To hunt down and kill the leader of the Na'vi insurgency, Toruk Makto, Jake sully.

You didn't know what to do when you saw the rest of your unit. When you were human, before you died, you found out that your entire unit was romantically involved with each other. You yourself were the newest and youngest addition to the team. You found out by accident when you walked into the barracks and found some of them in heated make-out sessions, while the others watched.

You were only eighteen at the time and you had grown up in a strict Christian household. Your parents were far from good parents, they may have been married, but you don't believe they ever loved each other. You never heard them say they loved each other, or that they loved you for that matter. During your youth they completely shielded you from the outside world. You were homeschooled, you were only allowed outside for fifteen minutes a day and then only in the fully fenced backyard and you had no friends, in fact, until your eighteenth birthday you had never seen a living person other than your parents. They cut off contact with their families, their friends and everyone they knew before disappearing from the radar. And then they had you, an unwanted child.

Your father believed he was your boss. You always had to obey him or there would be consequences. When you were twelve and had your first period, your father got it into his head that you had committed sins and that you were possessed by the devil. From then on, he beat your bare back every day with the iron pin of his belt. Every morning before breakfast and every evening before dinner. It was worse when he was drunk, which was pretty much all hours of every day. And your mother did nothing to stop him, she just watched with an emotionless look in her eyes and her umpteenth can of beer in hand.

The wounds on your back never really healed while you were still living at home, only after you ran away did they start to heal and now your entire back is covered in scars. The night before you turned seventeen, your parents had outdone themselves with how much they had to drink. You packed a bag with your few belongings and turned your back on the only family you've ever known. As far as you know, your parents have never looked for you.

You didn't know where to go until you met a female Marine recruiter, Gabby. She was a kind woman who offered you food and shelter and tended to your wounds. She talked about her job with so much pride. So many stories about how she helped people and how her Marine friends became her family.

You quickly decided to sign up to join the Marines. You were desperate for a family that would care about you, like Gabby always said they would.

After finally completing your basic training, you were notified that you would be going on tour to Pandora. Your superior saw your skill in hand-to-hand combat and how easily you handled different types of weapons. She told you that she knew the head of security at Hell's Gate and that you would be joining his team. For five years you would go on tour to Pandora. You said goodbye to Gabby, promised to visit her when you got back, and boarded the rocket that would take you, and a bunch of other people, to the spaceship that would then head to Pandora.

It only took a few months for you to discover the true nature of your unit's relationship. You didn't know how to feel about it. On the one hand, you didn't mind, because everyone should be able to love whoever they want. But on the other hand, you were convinced that they would never see you as one of them, as part of their family.

Walker and Z-dog discovered your feelings and took it upon themselves to explain to you how their relationship worked and patiently answered all your questions. They were very surprised by your questions, it was as if you had never experienced or even seen love. They wrote it off because you were still young and thought that you had simply never been in love and that you had respectful parents who only showed their love for each other behind closed doors. They couldn't have been more wrong.

Your unit did their best to include you, even though your relationship with them was different than they had with each other. And slowly, they fell for you. You felt more and more for your unit, love, if you understood Z-dog and Walker correctly, but you were afraid of their rejection, so you kept it to yourself.

Lopez was ultimately the one who made the decision and spoke for the entire unit when he approached you. As a result, you lost your breath on his kisses. And so, you became not only the newest edition of the team, but also in the relationship. And then there were eleven in your weird little self-made family.

You loved your partners dearly, you had plenty of accumulated love to give out. You loved Miles playing the intimidating colonel, but giving you quick secret kisses every moment he could. You loved how Mansk had built a wall around himself through his sunglasses, but he let you break through his wall when no one outside your relationship was there to see it. You loved it when Lyle made his dirty jokes, and the others rolled their eyes when they had to hear his jokes for the hundredth time. You loved it when Walker and Z-dog pulled you away from the others so you could have a fun girls' night full of knee-shaking kisses. You loved it when you could lay your head in Prager's lap and he would read to you from his book while he ran his fingers through your hair. You loved it when Fike and Brown pulled you by the hand through the hallways as you ran away from the angry staff because of their latest prank. You loved it when Ja had a tight grip on your waist during your music listening session and he pressed light kisses to your neck. You loved how Lopez held you on his lap while he taught you Spanish.

But the bliss was short-lived. A few months into your relationship, you were assigned to knock down the giant tree 'Hometree' for the metals that lay beneath it.

The last thing your current, blue self remembers is that some kind of scan was made of your brain. And then, you woke up in the lab on board the ship. Then the various tests, watching a video in which your past self tells you that you have died and then Miles' briefing.

And that brings you to your current situation, thinking about your reunion with your partners. Your entire thoughts are completely mixed up. You don't know how to feel about everyone you've loved now being trapped in gigantic blue bodies.

On the one hand you are happy because you can still be with them. But on the other hand, they also died, neither of you can ever return to Earth to visit families, or Gabby. And you are insecure, you don't know whether everyone still loves you and whether they still want a relationship. You feel alone again and you wish you could talk to Gabby, you think to yourself as you walk into the locker room to change from your comfortable sweats to the tactical gear. 

You turn anxiously to the floor to ceiling mirror. Squeezing your eyes shut and turning your back to look over your shoulder in the mirror. You pray for your scars to be gone, but when you open your eyes you see the bitterly familiar scars. Sighing, you gather your equipment. If you're quick, you can get changed before Walker and Z-dog enter the locker room.

Despite your love for your unit, you have never felt comfortable enough to tell your lovers about your traumatic childhood, and about the scars that cover almost your entire back. While you've gone quite far in terms of kissing and full-on make-out sessions, you've always stopped your lovers when they wanted to go further, saying you weren't ready yet. Luckily, they always accepted your refusal with a loving kiss and a cuddle session.

You take off your hoodie, deliberately facing the door, just in case someone walks in. You're so deep in thought that you don't notice the door opening. "Hey Sweets!" you hear Z-dog say cheerfully. "Why did you leave so quickly? I didn't even get to give you an 'I'm glad you're alive again and I love you so much' kiss," she pouts.

You freeze and your hoodie falls to the floor. You don't dare pick it up, afraid they'll catch a glimpse of your scars and your camo shirt is too far away. "You still love me?" you ask, hoping to keep them occupied so they don't notice how tense you are. But unfortunately your plan isn't working.

Z-dog strides towards you with long, fast steps and comes to a stop in front of you, her nose almost touching yours. "Sure sweetie, just because we're blue now doesn't change how I, how any of us, feel about you." You let out an awkward, shaky laugh. Z-dog frowns and looks over her shoulder at Walker with a concerned look, who looks back with a similar look.

“Are you still upset about what happened?” Z asks worriedly as she looks back at you. You nod, hoping she'll leave it alone. “I know the perfect solution for that,” she grins, before placing her hands on your hips and kissing you deeply. You don't know what to do. You can be sure that if you pull away abruptly, they will become even more concerned. You decide to place your hands over Z's hoping she doesn't move them and kiss her back.

But unfortunately, before you can stop her, her hands slide to your lower back. She pulls away abruptly when she feels the ridges of your scars. "What is going on?" Walker asks, confused, she was enjoying the mini show that you and Z-dog put on.

Z-dog presses her hand further into your back, her fingers brushing over the ridges. She looks at you with wide eyes before turning you around so she can see your back.

“Who did this to you,” she asks with an icy tone. Your body starts to shake and you get tears in your eyes. You hear Walker walk towards the two of you and hear her soft gasp.

“Oh baby,” she breathes. She comes to stand in front of you and gently grabs your jaw in her hands. “My love, please tell me, who did this to you,” she begs softly. You shake your head, you don't want to burden anyone with this. This is your burden to bear and yours alone. You feel Z-dog slide her arms around your waist and she hugs you tightly against her front. She buries her face in your neck and you feel her lips on the pulse point. Walker presses her forehead against yours and nuzzles your nose with hers. You let your tears flow freely.

Suddenly there's a knock on the door and it opens before either of you can answer. Brown pokes his head in with Fike's head hanging comically beneath Brown's. "Why does it always take so long for women to get changed," Brown immediately complains. "What are you doing?" he immediately adds, confused.

Z-dog automatically takes a step towards the door to tell the two troublemakers to fuck off. But this causes the two to see your damaged back and their relaxed vibe immediately turns to shock, anger and Z sees the concern in their eyes.

Fike throws the door open and it hits the wall with a loud bang. “Who did this to you,” Brown snarls with an icy look in his eyes as he strides towards you with quick steps. Z-dog gives him a warning look so he doesn't make you more upset. Brown's gaze softens as Walker lets go of your face and he can see the tears on your cheeks, wiping them away with his thumbs. “Don't cry baby,” he whispers to you.

"COLONEL! JA! YOU HAVE TO COME HERE, NOW!" Fike exclaims, formalities and rank be damned. You hear several quick footsteps in the hallway and mentally prepare yourself to share your trauma.

"WHAT! IS SOMEONE HURT?!" Do you hear Ja, the medic calling. He bursts into the locker room and looks around in panic. The Colonel almost stands on his tail in a hurry to get into the locker room as well. You see the rest of your unit standing in the hallway and they almost fall over each other to see what's going on.

Suddenly you hear the most primal animal growl you've ever heard. Everyone looks at the colonel in shock, no one knew the Na'vi could make such sounds. “Who did this to you,” the colonel commands an answer. You just shake your head frantically and start crying harder. You squeeze your eyes shut and feel Walker hug you again. In the background you can also hear your lovers in the hallway growling and whispering to each other in shock.

Then you feel cold hands on your back and you jump into a defensive position. “Relax, it's me,” you hear Ja's soothing voice. You relax a bit and let Ja examine your back. "You can't see anything in this, can you?" you hear Prager ask. “This is not the body that suffered the wounds.” Ja nods absently. "Do you feel any pain anywhere?" he asks worriedly. You shake your head. “Darlin' you really gotta tell me who did this to you,” you hear the colonel say carefully.

You sigh, breaking Walker's hug, letting Brown wipe away your tears again and turning to your Colonel. Once you have taken a deep breath, begin your story. From your traumatic childhood, your father and his belt, the alcohol abuse and the experience of being homeless.

As you speak, you notice that your loved one is holding their breath and with every word you say, with every event you recount, they seem angrier and angrier.

When you have finally finished your story you will feel enormously relieved. "Lyle, find whoever is in charge here, we have another mission that needs to be done first." The Colonel says in a calm, icy voice. "Yes sir, what should I say when he asks where we are going?" Lyle asks, his tone similar to Quaritch's. "Earth, there are two people we need to hunt down."

You blink in surprise. ‘Well, shit’s about to go down.’