#thousand autumns oc

[lordrandreaming]

Shi Ling, a Cultivator with a bad temper, and healing energy. Shen Qiao's close friend, and mom friend! Hates Yan Wu Shi, loves the Yao's.

The mark under his eye (and on his wrist) make people think he's a demon! But in reality, it just let's him communicate with the dead. Which also doesn't give him a good reputation.

Its rumored, he killed another Cultivator. It may have very well been an accident, but Shi Ling refuses to elaborate.

He's got a tough past, that made him into who he is today.

[lordrandreaming]

THE YAO BROTHERS!!!! I smooch their widdle heads and give each of them a hot bowl of soup...

Chinese Demon Twins let's GO

The Yao, Yao Liwei and Yao Anming, are twin demon eaters, though demons themselves. They remained seated or squatted in the presence of those they wish not to threaten.

[feathers-little-nest]

my dumb ass totally forgot that I have notes with reactions to like 4 last books I read. mentioning which scenes I would like to draw. I wanted to draw some fanarts recently and couldn't find any good ideas, while these are laying literally right before my eyes. I'm so fucking dumb

[fandomtrumpshate]

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[readychilledwine]

Eris Vanserra Week 2024 Masterlist

A soon to be happy @erisweekofficial.

** - indicated for sure smut fics

Day One - Bonds/Bargains:

**A Page From Another's Book:

“It turned out well for me,” Rhysand picked at his jacket. “Make a bargain with her, force her to spend time with you.”

Eris x Azriel's sister Reader

Day Two - Childhood/Legacy:

Love in the Kennels:

Eris shook his head. "We were closer to 50 when that happened. We became rivals after we met right away. I couldn't train the hounds the way she could.”

Eris x OC

Day Three - Healing/Betrayal:

Tainted Love Pt 2:

He just needed you to breathe. To open your eyes and wake up. He held no concerns in the world other than you and you alone. Regardless of what you had done to him.

Eris x Reader

Day Four - Traditions/Hounds:

**The First Hunt:

“Now, now, my pretty bunny. Silence is the most important part of the hunt. The hounds can't find their prey If you sit here huffing.” Amber eyes stared at you, a pleased smirk on his face as you crossed your arms. “I warned you, little wife. I said this would bore you.”

Eris x Reader

Eris and his Doggos Headcanons

Day Five - War/Adventure:

**Peace in the Violence:

Hands. Hands touching your thighs, your hips, your back. Hands roaming every inch of you. Desperate. Aching. Yearning. This wasn't the trip he had planned for your anniversary, but war waits for no male.

Eris x reader

Day Six - Au/Retellings:

The Cursed Ballet

Of the 7 courts, Autumn was your favorite to dance in. The beauty of the leaves, the crisp fresh air, the well maintained stage. It was all enough to distract you from why you were truly here. From the magic the plagued your body. You finished tying the slippers around your ankles, mind trying not to linger on the curse you and your older sister now shared. “It's fine,” you whispered. “You've danced in front of thousands of fae.”

Eris x reader (Swan Lake Retelling)

Day Seven - Free Day:

A Game of Fate:

Your words behind those closed doors would haunt Eris until he died, "I will marry you only if Lady Autumn is freed and allowed to leave wherever she sees fit, safely and with your blessing."

Eris x Reader (requested)

[catgirl-dee]

Okay I saw this post about mafia boss daughter x pathetic lesbian tortured by loan sharks. And idk if anyone's written off of this before (cause it's like 5 months old—ancient by internet time) but I knew I had to force my OCs into this situation. I really hope I did the prompt and art justice since this was written over like 3 days. And of course I had to make this transbian (and in my mind the art is already). So now, I present to you, morally dubious yuri. (2095 words)

Horny stuff: noncon, some blood, knifeplay, guns, petplay/collaring, vibrators, even more making out, dildos, strapons, eating out, rope bondage, orgasm denial, chastity, bondage, anal, cuddles (this may be morally dubious yuri but all of my stories must have cuddles sorry)

“Over fifty thousand dollars in debt. Lilac, you really fucked up this time. When do you intend to pay us back?”

Autumn puffs on her cigarette and observes the girl her mom is speaking to. Lilac is currently handcuffed and being flanked by two burly mafia loan sharks. She’s shrinking away from Autumn’s mom’s intimidating presence as she sits behind her desk. Autumn stands a little straighter.

“I’m really sorry, Miss Asta, but I don’t know. My boss won’t give me a raise, but I could try to be stingy on food, or—” Autumn’s mom silences Lilac with a glare.

“You’ll work for us then. Let me find an open position.” Asta puffs on her cigar and rifles through a stack of papers.

“Miss, I think I have a better idea.” Autumn tentatively interjects. Asta turns to her and nods.

“I still need a servant after the last one, and Lilac looks like she’d be perfect for the job.”

“Wha—what happened to the other servant?” Lilac stutters, a complete nervous wreck.

“Hmm.” Asta considers this for a moment, scrutinizing Lilac. “Okay, I’ll allow it. She looks easy anyway, I’m sure you can handle her.”

“Thank you. I’ll make sure to put her to good use.” She steps toward Lilac, who practically shrivels in fear. “Walk.” Autumn pulls on Lilac’s handcuffs, dragging her out of the room. Behind her, Autumn can hear her mom droning on about other legal business with the sharks.

Autumn flashes a grin behind her. “Oh, you know. I got bored of him and he wasn’t doing a good job, so I… disposed of him.” She keeps leading Lilac, pretending not to notice the reaction to that. She nods to the guard at her door and steps inside.

Autumn leaves Lilac by the door and heads to her large safe, making sure Lilac can see all the assorted weapons inside. She selects a knife, twirling it around and pointing it at Lilac. “Kneel.” She circles Lilac a couple times, considering her. Lilac squeezes her eyes shut and keeps her head down.

“I haven’t had a plaything in a little while,” Autumn purrs. She crouches in front of Lilac, using the flat of the blade to lift Lilac’s head up, and her eyes fly open in surprise. “And I’m very hungry.”

Lilac gulps and Autumn laughs. “Don’t worry, as long as you do exactly what I say, you’ll be fine. Now hold still.”

Autumn begins cutting away Lilac’s clothes with the knife. As she does so, she talks. “You know, I wasn’t entirely telling the truth when I said you’d be my servant. You will serve me, sure, but not in the way most think of.” To her credit, Lilac stays still, but she can’t help shivering, which causes Autumn to nick her leg. Still, Autumn carries on, until Lilac is naked on the ground.

“I was right, you are a fine specimen,” Autumn says approvingly. She puts out her cigarette on Lilac’s thigh, causing her to yelp, while taking in Lilac’s exposed body. She tries her best to hide herself, but the handcuffs make it difficult and seems to amuse Autumn. Then Autumn gets up, unbuttoning her shirt and tossing it aside as she goes to a cabinet. She quickly finds a leash and collar inside, and drops other toys on her nightstand.

“Purple for my Lilac.” She puts the collar on Lilac, who avoids making eye contact. “Come now, to the bed.” She grins naughtily now, getting a good blush out of Lilac.

Due to the leash and collar, Lilac has no choice but to climb on the bed after Autumn. Autumn reclines on the bed, tugging the leash to force Lilac onto her lap and their faces inches apart. Lilac can’t help but be captivated by Autumn, which gives Autumn some satisfaction. She could probably have this girl permanently submit by the end of the night.

With the hand free of the leash, Autumn traces Lilac’s cheek while whispering, “Remember, you belong to me now. I own you.” Then she grabs a fistful of Lilac’s hair and pulls her in for a kiss. Autumn’s tongue forces its way into Lilac’s mouth and towards her throat, and she makes a small noise that sounds like pleasure.

Eventually, Autumn breaks the kiss, leaving Lilac to blush and pant. She finds a small egg vibrator, flicks it on, and presses it under Lilac’s penis at the new erogenous zone created thanks to estrogen. She secures it with tape and is rewarded almost immediately when Lilac begins to leak and whimper quietly. Autumn takes a moment to revel in the sight of Lilac slowly getting harder and making a mess, their mixed lipsticks all over her face, before grabbing her hair again and going in for more sloppy kissing.

When Lilac nears orgasm, Autumn pulls away the vibrator, and frustration clearly shows on Lilac’s face.

“Not now pet, you don’t get to cum until I do,” Autumn says, pushing Lilac off and slipping out of her pants. “Get on your stomach.” Autumn picks up a new knife, testing the blade on her finger.

Lilac moves to her hands and knees, facing away from Autumn, expecting to get fucked. “I said, on your stomach,” Autumn says roughly, shoving Lilac completely down. “This will hurt, but you’ll survive if you stay still. Do you understand?” Of course, Lilac can only nod.

Autumn begins deftly carving letters into Lilac’s back, tracing them in blood. Lilac cries into the mattress, forcing Autumn to straddle her and pin her down. As she works, she says conversationally, “Many people do this in ink for some reason. I prefer something more permanent for my toys. How else am I supposed to make sure everyone knows you’re mine? Keep holding still, that’s it.”

After lots of pained gasps from Lilac, Autumn sits back and admires her work. Flawlessly written in Lilac’s tasty flesh are the letters “Autumn’s Property.”

“You can sit up now, pet,” Autumn says. She turns Lilac around to see her tear-streaked face and slaps her. “Oh, none of that.” She slips off her panties, slightly soaked from all the excitement of the blood, and shoves Lilac’s head between her crotch.

Autumn cocks her pistol and presses it into the back of Lilac’s skull. It’s empty—she doesn’t want to risk losing her toy so soon—but Lilac doesn’t have to know that. “You better be able to make me feel good like your life depends on it.” She can feel Lilac’s whimper between her thighs as she starts kissing Autumn’s clit.

“Fuck you’re good.” Autumn moves the gun away as Lilac continues to tease Autumn’s clit, moaning, whimpering, and breathing into it. She manages to pick up Autumn’s rhythm, moving her tongue the way Autumn likes it. Before long, Autumn orgasms, and Lilac cleans it up with her mouth when Autumn guides her with a hand.

Autumn places the gun down on the nightstand, going through the toys she has prepared. Lilac speaks up shakily, “Can I cum, Mistress? You said that I can once you do.”

Autumn doesn’t respond, but picks up another knife and starts twirling it in her hand, noting the terror in Lilac’s face. She decides to torture her a little, leaving the room silent and eyeing her like she’s Autumn’s next kill.

“Oh, so straightforward and bold of you,” Autumn croons after a while. “And I never told you that word, but you’re calling me Mistress anyways.” Lilac flushes. “I suppose my pet deserves a reward.” She unhooks her bra, now fully naked, and decides on a couple of toys. “Turn around. Good girl.” Lilac shivers and blushes at that, now on her cuffed hands and knees again, her ass on full display for Autumn.

Autumn lays on top of Lilac to reach her breasts, attaching small nipple clamps that vibrate. As she suspected, Lilac’s tits appear to still be sensitive from HRT, and Lilac begins to make beautiful noises with just those on. Autumn puts on her strap and roughly slams into Lilac, pushing her face down into the mattress. The muffled quality of her whimpers only make the choir even more heavenly. Autumn once again admires the red lettering on Lilac’s back, the blood mostly dry now. As she starts to thrust, she reaches around, teasing Lilac’s sensitive areas even more, rubbing her in all the right places. Lilac quickly cums, getting soft again, but Autumn keeps going until minutes later, when she also gets an orgasm out of it.

Though Lilac is still recovering, Autumn flips her over, causing Lilac to yelp in pain from the marks on her back. The sound only causes her to lust more, and she pulls out the knife and presses it to Lilac’s neck, right below the collar, and draws a tiny line of blood before kissing it and leaving deep teeth marks all over her pet’s neck and shoulders. 

Then Autumn notices Lilac’s hands. The handcuffs are clicking, a dead giveaway. Still, Lilac is desperately trying to get herself off. Autumn slaps them away, giving Lilac a dangerous look.

“Am I not enough for you?” she asks sweetly, with the practiced tone of a lurking threat.

“I’m sorry! Mistress, I didn’t mean to, I won’t do—”

“Of course, you’re here for my use. I own you and I can do whatever I like with you. But I’m doing my best to please you, too, and this is how you treat me?” Lilac starts to babble again, but Autumn silences her, pressing the flat of a knife to her lips.

“Hush, dear. You’re here to be an object, not to talk and answer rhetorical questions. Understand?” Lilac nods silently, mouth pressed into a line of fear.

Autumn unlocks the handcuffs, then turns to pick up a few coils of rope. She hums happily as she secures Lilac’s limbs to the bedposts, pulling each rope taut and checking all the knots. She wraps the rest of Lilac in intricate knots and ropework, framing Lilac’s body like a work of art.

“Since you seem to have trouble keeping your hands to yourself,” Autumn murmurs, “I have the perfect thing.” She dangles a chastity cage in Lilac’s vision, then puts it on her dick. Next she selects one of the larger dildos, lubes it, sets it to vibrate, and pushes it into Lilac’s ass excruciatingly slowly, noting Lilac’s anxiety building through the process. She goes down on Lilac’s soft, small tits, biting and sucking them, pinching the nipples, while still teasing her with the dildo. Lilac struggles, trying to move her hips to make it faster, but the ropes hold. Autumn leans back and moves her free hand to finger herself now, eventually cumming and dripping all over Lilac’s legs. Lilac looks so incredibly needy and cute now.

“What’s the matter, pet? Is it frustrating that you can’t finish without my permission?” She thrusts the dildo faster, matching the rhythm that made Lilac cum the first time. Lilac wordlessly begs, desperation in her pathetic eyes.

“Maybe you’ve learned your lesson. This is what my toys get when they try to be self-reliant. Feel the pain on your back and remember you’re mine and only I get to decide what you do.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Lilac whimpers, blushing crimson. “I’m really sorry, it won’t happen again.”

“It better not,” Autumn hisses, grin wickedly sharp, bringing a knife over Lilac’s body. Lilac flinches, but Autumn simply cuts the ropes tying Lilac to the bed, though she leaves the knots on Lilac’s body untouched. Lilac’s expression shifts to relief and adoration, hardly believing she’s been spared from more pain.

“Despite that one mistake,” Autumn growls, before shifting to a soothing tone, “you’ve been a very good girl for me.” She brings her face closer to Lilac’s. “You’re still not allowed to orgasm, but I’ll let you choose something else. What do you want me to do?”

Lilac seems taken aback by this question, and pauses to think before replying sheepishly, “Kisses and cuddles, please, Mistress.”

Autumn hums approval. “Normally, I’d make my pets sleep in the dog cage, but how could I deny such a sweet request? Here.” She pulls Lilac under the covers and slips in next to her. Lilac’s face is burning as Autumn pulls her in, licking and kissing her face, neck, and ears, wrapping her arms around her pet.

In between the long periods of making out, Autumn whispers, “Don’t worry, I always take good care of my possessions. You don’t have to worry about anyone or anything else now.”

[jackethockey]

NHL one shot

warnings: heavy smut, sexual content, detailed sex, offensive language

(jeremy x oc)

The moment Jeremy Swayman, the towering goaltender for the Boston Bruins, laid eyes on her, he felt his heart stumble in his chest. She was a vision amidst the bustling city crowd, her auburn hair catching the autumn sunlight and her emerald eyes sparkling with a mischief that made him want to know her secrets. He had just stepped out of the TD Garden after a grueling practice, the scent of ice and sweat clinging to his gear as he navigated through the throngs of die-hard fans. Jeremy had always been good at keeping his cool under pressure, but as he watched her from afar, sipping on a steaming cup of coffee and chuckling at something on her phone, he found himself utterly captivated. She was the kind of woman who could make any man drop his guard, and for the first time in his life, he didn't want to play it safe.

The air was charged with the electricity of a thousand whispers as he approached her, each step feeling heavier than the last. He was Jeremy Swayman, NHL star, and she was just a girl with a pretty smile and a love for the game. Yet, as their eyes met, something in that fleeting glance told him that she could be more than just a fan, more than just a girl. She looked up at him, surprise etched into her delicate features, and Jeremy felt his pulse quicken. He had seen her at a few games before, always sitting in the same seat, always wearing that vintage Boston Bruins cap that sat so perfectly on her head. But now, as their paths crossed in this random, chaotic dance of fate, he realized that he had to know her name, had to find a way to make her smile just for him.

"Hi," he murmured, his voice raspier than he had intended, but she seemed to melt at the sound of it. "I'm Jeremy."

Her eyes widened, the green depths swimming with excitement.

"I know," she replied with a shy smile, her cheeks flushing a delightful shade of pink. "I've seen you play. You're amazing."

"Thank you," he said, his heart pounding in his chest. "But I'm just a guy who loves the sport. What brings you to the games?"

Her name was Emily, and she was a sports journalist, a fact that only served to intrigue him more. They talked for what felt like hours, about the nuances of the game, the thrill of scoring the winning goal, and the unspoken camaraderie that existed between players and fans. Jeremy found himself drawn to her wit, her passion, and the way she could dissect a play with the precision of a seasoned coach. Emily, for her part, was charmed by his humility and the way his eyes lit up when he talked about the ice. It was as if he saw the world through a different lens, one that was frosty and fast-paced, yet filled with a warmth that was impossible to ignore.

As the day turned to night, and the chill of the autumn air settled in, Jeremy knew he had to ask. 

"Would you like to grab dinner with me tonight?"

Emily looked at him, a mix of disbelief and excitement playing across her features.

 "I'd love to," she said, her voice a soft whisper that seemed to echo in the emptying streets.

The restaurant was a cozy Italian place, tucked away from the hustle and bustle of the city. Over plates of pasta and glasses of wine, they shared stories of their lives, their dreams, and their fears. Jeremy spoke of the pressure to perform, the weight of expectations, and the camaraderie of the locker room. Emily, in turn, revealed her love for the written word, the rush of adrenaline she got from being ringside at a game, and the quiet solitude of her apartment, where she penned her articles. They laughed, they connected, and somewhere between the breadsticks and the dessert menu, Jeremy felt something shift within him. This wasn't just an innocent dinner; it was the beginning of something much more profound.

Their first kiss came as a surprise, a gentle brush of their lips that seemed to speak of a future filled with passion and promise. It was as if the universe had paused just for them, the cacophony of the city fading into a gentle symphony of their hearts beating in sync. Jeremy felt a jolt of electricity run through him as he deepened the kiss, his hands finding their way to the small of her back, pulling her closer until there was nothing but the warmth of her body pressed against his. Emily's hands roamed up his chest, her fingers tangling in the fabric of his jersey, as if she could feel the power of his love for the game, and for her, through the very threads that made him a Boston Bruin. The kiss grew hungry, desperate, and it was all Jeremy could do to keep from sweeping her off her feet and into the nearest alleyway. But he didn't want to scare her off. He wanted to savor this moment, to etch it into his memory forever, to let her know that she was the one who had stolen his heart, and he had no intention of ever getting it back.

Their relationship grew with the speed of a breakaway on fresh ice, each moment more exhilarating than the last. Jeremy found himself thinking of Emily during games, her name a silent chant that fueled his every move. Off the rink, their dates were a delightful blend of shared laughter and tender touches that grew more intimate with each passing day. They explored the hidden gems of Boston together, from the quiet bookstores she adored to the secret spots where they could watch the sunset without the intrusion of flashing cameras. As their bond deepened, so did their desire for one another, the simmering tension between them threatening to boil over. It was inevitable that one evening, as they stumbled into his apartment after a particularly exhilarating victory, the barrier between them would shatter. The scent of her perfume filled his nostrils, and Jeremy couldn't resist the urge to claim her lips once more, this time with a fervor that spoke of all the nights he'd dreamed of having her in his arms. Her body molded to his, and he knew that this was no longer a simple infatuation��it was love, raw and all-consuming, and it was about to set their worlds ablaze.

Jeremy's need for her grew more intense with every second, and he couldn't wait any longer to feel her completely bare against his skin. With a gentle yet firm tug, he removed her sweater and bra, exposing her breasts to the cool air. Her nipples pebbled under his gaze, and he couldn't resist the urge to lean in and take one into his mouth, flicking his tongue over the sensitive peak while his thumb and forefinger pinched and rolled the other. Emily moaned, arching her back to offer herself up to him, her hands clutching at his shoulders. His tongue traced circles around her areola, teasing and taunting before he took her nipple between his teeth and bit down gently. She gasped, and he could feel her pussy quiver against his leg. He knew she was desperate for more, but he wanted to savor every moment, to make sure she felt the same all-consuming desire that was burning through him. With a smirk, he slid his hand down her torso, his fingers finding the waistband of her jeans. He undid the button and zipper with ease, his eyes never leaving hers, and slid his hand inside, feeling the heat of her pussy through the fabric. Emily's breath caught as he began to rub her clit, his touch feather-light and maddening. She squirmed beneath him, her hands reaching up to tug at his hair, urging him to give her more. But Jeremy was a master of patience, and he took his time, watching the pleasure build in her eyes until she was panting and begging for release. Only then did he push her jeans down her legs, revealing her to him in all her beauty. He kissed his way down her body, his mouth worshiping every inch of her soft skin until he reached her pussy, already glistening with arousal. His tongue darted out, flicking against her clit as his fingers delved into her folds, seeking the spot that would make her come apart. Emily's hips bucked up to meet his mouth, and she moaned his name, her voice a sweet symphony of need. He licked and sucked, his tongue swirling around her clit, feeling her body tense with each pass. When she was on the brink, he slowed down, drawing out the exquisite agony, making her beg for release. But he was relentless, eager to hear the sweet sound of her pleasure when she finally shattered for him. And when she did, it was like nothing he had ever experienced, her pussy clenching around his fingers, her body convulsing with the force of her orgasm. He lapped up every drop of her, savoring her taste, before standing to remove his own clothes. His dick was hard and heavy, the veins standing out in stark relief, and he couldn't wait to bury himself inside her. With a swift motion, he climbed onto the bed and positioned himself between her legs, the tip of his dick nudging at her entrance. He pushed in slowly, watching her face contort with pleasure, feeling her pussy clench around him as he filled her completely. She was so tight, so wet, and he groaned with the effort it took to keep from pounding into her. Instead, he took his time, his hips moving in a steady rhythm that had her moaning and writhing beneath him. He kissed her neck, his teeth grazing her skin as he felt her climb closer and closer to the edge again. His hand found her clit, and he began to rub it in time with his thrusts, watching her eyes glaze over with passion. Emily's nails dug into his back, her legs wrapping around his waist, urging him deeper, faster. And when she came, it was with a scream that echoed through the apartment, her pussy milking his cock as he followed her over the edge, filling her with his cum. They lay there, panting and trembling, their bodies slick with sweat, and Jeremy knew that this was just the beginning of a love affair that would burn hotter than any game he had ever played.

[kendsleyauthor]

I really like your new ocs- 5 for Godlike?

RELUCTANT GIANT

Godlike Universe (Brielle, Cameron, Nikolas)

~1200 words

G/t dialogue prompt list

Thank you for the prompt!! This is a continuation of DEITY OF IDIOTS 🍂

Brielle struggles to calm down a newly-giant Cameron. Their predicament escalates when Nikolas crosses their path.

@marydublinauthor 🌸

Brielle tried to give Cameron some grace and not compare his handling skills to those of Nikolas. After all, Nikolas had hundreds—if not thousands—of years to be accustomed to his towering height. Cameron had less than ten minutes of experience being a giant, and the fact that he hadn’t dropped her was success enough.

How can this not be a dream? she wondered.

Whenever she peeked up, she fully expected to find that she was actually in Nikolas’ hands, and that she had dozed off on his palm with Cameron by her side. But alas, it was Cameron’s face that hung overhead each time she looked. Not that she particularly minded the view.

“Are you in pain at all?” she asked, noticing that the pinch in his brow hadn’t eased. “From the transformation?”

“Not at all.” And she believed him. The anxiety of the situation was more than enough to keep a frown in place.

“I’m sure it’ll be alright,” she said, though her own thudding heart hadn’t relaxed. 

“What if this is permanent? What’ll I do, Bri? I don’t…”

His steps in the direction of the Autumn Manor slowed to a stop, which was a relief seeing as his hurried pace made her stomach churn. He lifted her a bit higher, his impossibly large gaze rife with worry. His rapid pulse pounded against her legs, and she wanted nothing more than to draw him close and comfort him.

There was no time to coax him into bringing her closer.

Nikolas’ stunned voice came somewhere from behind them. “Who—”

Cameron turned abruptly to the side, making Brielle squeal in terror as she was tossed onto her side in his palm, half-falling. As she kicked her legs to heave herself back to safety, Nikolas’ eyes landed on her—presumably not getting a good look at Cameron, given his reaction. She spotted the precise moment that a fire entered Nikolas’ gaze.

“Bri!” Nikolas lunged toward them with horrific speed, and the world became dark and cramped before Brielle could see him close the distance.

A pained cry flew past her lips as the confines of Cameron’s grasp tightened—any further, and he would surely break something. Raised voices rumbled outside of her prison, but she couldn’t focus on the words as she struggled to move, struggled to breathe. She could so much as open her mouth or thrash a single limb to get Cameron’s attention.

Nikolas’ voice became clearer. “—hurting her!”

Relief flooded through her when Cameron’s fingers sprang open. She gasped for breath in his palm. The light seemed harsh compared to the darkness of his hands, but as her vision adjusted, she was greeted by two massive faces staring down at her in alarm. Camer looked beside himself.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he breathed. “I-I was startled, and I was trying to…” He lifted her higher, staring hard in search of injury. “I’m sorry.”

“I’m not hurt,” she assured, though she doubted her breathless voice was convincing. She suspected she’d awaken with soreness tomorrow morning, but she certainly wasn’t going to inform him of that. She frowned at Nikolas, smoothing her skirt. “Well, it’s enlightening to see that your penchant for slightly overreacting hasn’t abandoned us.”

Nikolas looked thoroughly offended. “You were in distress in the hands of a person I had never seen before. I reacted appropriately, thank you very much.” His eyes slid up from her to regard Cameron, a little smirk lifting the corner of his mouth. “You ate the fruit. Are mortals ever not predictable.”

Cameron’s fingers twitched closer to Brielle in frustration. “You knew there were such things out there? And you didn’t think to warn us—”

“Cam!” Brielle pushed at his index fingertip. “You’re shaking again.”

Remorse swiftly replaced Cameron’s annoyance. “I’m sorry. I’ll try—”

“Here, I’ll take her.” Nikolas raised a hand and offered it beside Cameron’s.

She worried for a second that Cameron might flinch at the approach or try to hide her again, but clearly he was willing to say goodbye to the stress of holding her life in his hands. Nonetheless, the conflict on his face was plain to see—her knight, handing her off willingly. Her heart melted slightly at the realization of how much he had come to trust Nikolas, exasperated with him as he was at the moment.

Carefully, Brielle moved from one palm to the other. The difference was immediate—the steadiness, the surety. She tried not to make her relief too obvious, lest Cameron see it. Falling to a seat, she willed her heart to stop fluttering as she looked up between the two giant men. 

“The fruit?” she prompted.

“Ah, yes. You see, I didn’t think there were any more left in the forest. They take hundreds of years to grow, and I stopped cultivating them long ago. The fruit is produced from plant life that has absorbed my blood.”

Cameron pulled a face, as though this information added a new flavor to the fruit he’d readily eaten. “How delightful,” he deadpanned.

“I try not to bleed in the forest these days,” Nikolas said with a shrug. “But for the fruit to exist now, it must have occurred centuries ago.”

“And you say you used to cultivate them,” Brielle asked. “Whyever would you do that?”

“A different era,” he said with a dismissive wave of his free hand. “Mortals who gained favor with my siblings or myself would occasionally be gifted such a fruit. We eventually agreed it was far more trouble than it was worth.”

Brielle’s blood ran cold with the thought of what a person would want with the gift of being deity-sized. At least Cameron was a reluctant giant rather than an arrogant or vengeful one—even if he did decide that snatching her up was the wisest course of action upon waking up at this size.

“So, it must be temporary,” Cameron said a little desperately. “A temporary gift?”

“Of course.” Nikolas seemed to latch to Cameron’s tone, stepping closer with intrigue. Brielle found herself having to crane her neck more to keep either of them in view. Nikolas brushed a curious hand against Cameron’s cheek. “By morning, you’ll be back to your adorably petite self.”

Though he scowled, he didn’t push away Nikolas’ touch. “You realize I am taller than you?” They already knew that from all the time Nikolas spent at human height, but Brielle was certain they could all agree that this situation was… different.

Nikolas’ fingers trailed lower to take Cameron’s chin and turn his face this way and that at his leisure. “You can pout all you want,” Nikolas said, his voice dropping lower. “Deep down, part of you must be enjoying this.” With that, he leaned in and pressed a kiss to Cameron’s lips, holding Brielle in perfect view.

The tension in Cameron’s face eased immediately as he kissed Nikolas back. Brielle found her perch wobbling dangerously as Cameron leaned in with more fervor. She clutched Nikolas’ thumb, but didn’t speak a word of protest.

When they stopped and pulled away, faces still a breath from each other, Brielle let out a pent-up shudder of a breath. Both giants turned to her—Nikolas enthralled and Cameron flushing. She stared, slack-jawed and almost lightheaded with giddiness. “Might you do that again?” she all but whispered.

[cn-alastair-lite]

• this is a side blog, my main is @synvelesow •

updated: 16/12/2024

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[snowblossomreads]

Day 10 - Lingering Touch

Pairings: Past Sinclair Bryant x OC (Amiee Huang)

Summary: In where Sinclair mulls over lost love.

Tag(s)/Warning(s): Angst

A/N: I keep making pupper cry and I'M SORRY 😭😭😭😭😭. I really dont mean it but it hurts when he hurt and i'm like well i have a good prompt so hey 😭😭 I'm sorry sweet pupper boi. (also yes it's sinclair again and yes he will show up again i'm not sorry)

Based on The Art of Entangled Hearts (which is currently in construction lol)

Almost six months had passed since the last time Sinclair had seen, and lost the person he knew would forever be the love of his life. Summer had melted into autumn and autumn into winter. 

Yet, his heart was still broken and his thoughts in shambles, which was a wholly new experience for him.  

Everyone could see it. From his coworkers who noticed how blue he was whenever he came in, to his friends, and even his cousin, who had called wanting to talk business and any trends Sinclair had caught sight of at his work. 

That discussion took a turn, when he let out a weary sigh, after giving the man on the other end of the phone very nonchalant answers. Which was again, very out of character for the normally chatty man. 

How could he be normal, when the only person who ever made him feel that way, was thousands of miles away across the ocean?

"Sinclair, listen to me." The frustrated sigh of his cousin made him want to hang up the phone immediately, as he knew a lecture was incoming and he really wasn't all that interested in hearing what the man had to say about his love life.

But being who he was, he didn't.

"You have to get over her. It's been months, and she’s gone while you're here moping and making everyone around you suffer from the dramatics. People break up all the time, and I think it is time you at least attempt to move on."

"No."

"What was that?"

Sinclair's brows furrowed downward at his cousin's words, a glass of mulled wine in his hand that he had been swirling around, as he stared at a little handmade painting that sat on his coffee table. Splashes of pinks, blues, and greens, decorated the small canvas creating a beautiful pond with flowers floating peacefully in it. Another touch of hers that lingered around his flat. One that had so many little trinkets lying around yet felt so empty without her. 

"I said no Lionel." Sinclair repeated, his tone taking on a harsher sound than he wanted, but could care less to correct it as he took a sip of his wine. The flavor was duller than he remembered and unappetizing just like his life for the past months. "You're acting like I haven't tried to move on but I can't…I just can't."

"You can't? Or you won't," Lionel asked, his voice leaking exasperation and annoyance at what he deemed to be his cousin's dramatics over a girl. "You dated her for what? A year? And you're acting like you've spent all your life with her."

Oh, if only he knew. 

"Two actually."

"Okay two," Lionel repeated, doing so in a way, that Sinclair could tell was paired with rolled eyes, without even seeing the man on the other side of the phone. "Which is the same amount of time you dated some of the other girls," he pointed out correctly. "Yet when you broke up with them you were quick to rebound. So, forgive me if I don't understand what was so special about this one girl when there are plenty-"

"Because I was going to marry her!"

Sinclair exploded, having enough of his cousin’s lecture, and slamming the glass he had down on the table with so much force, that it was a miracle it didn't shatter, as its contents splashed around violently, some of it even spilling onto the tabletop. But he could care less. It was a constant lately. Him just not caring.

The line went quiet on the other end.

"I-I loved her, I still love her, you don't understand Li!" Sinclair sobbed out as he smacked his chest with a closed palm, his voice hoarse as he tried to hold back the tears that burned in his eyes. "Every time I close my eyes and try to sleep I see her! Her smiling at me and laughing and she made me feel normal!" His voice cracked and went higher with each word as his throat constricted and his grip on the phone receiver tightened. 

"I could actually think clearly when she was around, and she listened to me Li, she listened and genuinely wanted to know what I had to say. I know I talk a lot because I know no one is listening to me but she did!" He choked out before devolving suddenly into a fit of painful sobs. "She listened to me Li. She listened…."

His words trailed off, and the tears he had been holding back finally broke at the thought of Amiee and just how much he cared and loved her. She was everything to him, someone he could confide in with ease. Someone he could just be with, and not worry if she truly loved him because the way she would look at him told him everything he needed to know. 

She treated him so gently even though he knew her life hadn't been that way, and it just made his heart ache so much. He had her so much love, he still did, but she was gone and he would probably never see her again. 

Never love someone like he loved her. 

What was his life without her? His best friend? His Amiee.

After what felt like hours, his sobs turned into hiccups and little sniffles as he tried to regain his composure. Almost embarrassed for his sudden outburst on the phone. Which made him all the more surprised, when he realized that Lionel was still on the phone with him during the entire thing.

"Li…?" He sniffled, wiping his face with the back of his jumper sleeve.

"When are you coming back to London Clair?"

Sinclair paused mid-wipe of his nose just to stare at the phone in confusion. Well, that was an odd thing to ask right after he just had a mental breakdown on the phone.

"W-what?"

"Tsk, answer the question we don't have all day," Lionel sighed on the other end. 

"I-I don't know, probably spring next year after we close this project out," he sputtered out, still so puzzled that he didn't even know how to feel because what? "I think mum wanted me to come to France with her for her friend's vineyard opening or something after I'm done here so maybe even later?"

"Oh no that won't do at all that's far too long from now," Lionel announced, and Sinclair could hear some papers being shuffled around in the background, making him wonder if he was still at the office.

"What won't do Li, I'm sorry can you please explain? Even with all the thoughts that swirl in my head I'm very confused."

Another long sigh came from the other end before Lionel spoke. "What I mean to say, is that next spring is far too long, I'm coming to you. Tonight. And you better let me in."

"You? Come to Manchester?" Sinclair balked, before devolving into a fit of laughter ignoring the protesting coming from the other end. "Lionel Shahbandar in Manchester? Is the world ending because the last thing you told me is you'd never be caught dead in the North! What's changed all of a sudden?"

"Well pardon me if I'm only trying to make sure my cousin doesn't do something idiotic because he's so torn up by a woman!" Lionel huffed causing Sinclair's lips to twitch upward. "Is this how I'm repaid by trying to be nice? See this is why I don't even try!"

Listening to Lionel gripe about being nice and then being made fun of, Sinclair shook his head, a tiny smile on his lips. One that wasn't forced like he found himself doing so often nowadays. His eyes and head hurt from the crying, and his heart was still in pain but at least he had someone. Even if that someone was his cousin, who when it came to love wasn't the most talented in it either.

Still…it was nice. 

"Thanks Li," Sinclair spoke, causing a pause on the other end of the line. A pleased hum came from Lionel's side at the gratitude he was being shown.

"Yes, yes, I'll be there at a quarter till 7 I'll have my jet drop me off at the airport there and come around."

"You know those are terrible for the environment! You could make the trip here by car multiple times and you would still use less fuel than just on trip Lionel!"

"Duly noted, I will see you later, good bye!"

"Lionel!"

Before he could get another word in, Lionel had already hung up with a click, causing the line to go dead and leaving Sinclair with a frown. He stared at the phone a moment longer before hanging up, sinking into the sofa and letting his mind and eyes wander.

Each area in his flat that his eyes were drawn to as they wandered, lay a touch of her that lingered still. From a beautiful purple orchid, that was sat on his dining table that she had taken such good care of, which he was also trying to do the same with, but was finding difficult to because of how delicate they were.

Like love he thought.

Two of course, her little painting on his coffee table, and the others hung up in the hallway. God she was so talented, and it made him wish Lionel had gotten to meet Amiee. Granted, maybe not, as he was sure his cousin would make a not-so-subtle dig at the city, and the wrath that he would probably incur would be major.

Smirking to himself, Sinclair shook his head at the image of Amiee in all her 5'3" glory tearing into Lord Lionel Shabandar, who, was a smidge larger than Sinclair. That was another thing he loved about her. Quiet until you got to know her but once she trusted you, a ball of untapped energy that was also quick to defend the people she loved. 

Yes, that was his Amiee. His darling, his little love, and he missed her and would continue to do so for years to come until…

"Sin-Sinclair?"

She was still as lovely even after five years apart.

A/N: no matter what :" D they'll always find each other.

[thatfooltheycallweaver]

Patchouli and Candlelight

Day 3 of @fluff-cember

Prompt: [Alt] Hot Bath

Pairing: Aveline [OC] x Zevlor

Fandom: Baldur's Gate 3 [Dungeons and Dragons]

Word Count: 736

At the end of an Elturian autumn, there was always a cold snap. It only ever lasted a few days until warming back up for a short while before the winter fully hit, but it always made the conditions for an afternoon of riding through the heartlands interesting. Halfway through their ride, a heavy rain had begun to fall, soaking through their cloaks and making the end of the ride a race to get home. Of course, despite the biting cold that had finally gotten to them, the priority were the horses: removing the tack, picking the mud and smaller rocks out of the hooves, and brushing out the coats. It was warm enough in the stables that they wouldn’t have to worry too much. Zevlor wrapped his arm around Aveline and quickly guided her inside. She removed her boots and cloak, hanging them by the hearth as he set about starting the fire. She traced over his shoulder as he worked, untying his cloak to hang it. He looked over his shoulder and smiled, murmuring a thanks. Despite the house beginning to warm up, he was not satisfied on her behalf, watching her sit and try to warm herself in front of the fire. The tiefling left the room and drew the water they had stored for a bath, casting Produce Flame. He first used it to light candles to place around the bath to set a certain ambiance, to get a particular type of warm lighting that he had been envisioning for their moment, and then to heat the water. He looked around on the shelves, glancing through the bath oils, and felt the patchouli one was the more fitting of selection. He poured it in, and stretched his hand over it to feel the warmth rising off the surface. After a moment, she appeared behind him, both curious and missing his presence.

“What are you doing, my love?” She asked. He stood, taking her hand.

“The fire didn’t seem like it was much help, so I drew you a bath.” He chuckled, tracing her knuckle with his thumb. “Although…” He brought her hand to his lips, kissing the back of it with a smile. “...I’d hoped to join you.”

“How could I leave you to freeze when you’ve done so much to spoil me?” She kissed his jaw in return, reaching up to brush a few stray strands of his golden-brown hair back behind his horns. “Do you truly think I am so cruel?”

“Never. I know you would not treat me that way.” He smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips. She traced up from his side to the laces on his shirt, pulling them undone. He shrugged out of the shirt, shuddering slightly at the cold air. He did the same with her, undressing each other; every inch of newly freed skin met with a reverent caress. Zevlor couldn’t stop staring at her form. She pulled away for a moment to tie her red hair up, looking back to find his soft gaze settled on her.

“You stare as if you haven’t seen it a thousand times before.” She murmured, a little embarrassed.

“Can you blame me? You are my wife. I’ll see it thousands upon thousands times more before I even begin to tire of it.” He responded, kissing her forehead. Aveline melted into the affection as he guided her to the bath, getting in first to lean back against the wood. She got in after, sitting in front of him, between his legs. She leaned back as the warmth from both her husband and the water began to make her comfortable, to chase away the chill that had stuck to her skin. “Is it hot enough for you?” He asked, pressing a kiss to her shoulder, one arm wrapping around her waist.

“Yes, my heart. I’m perfectly comfortable. The patchouli was a nice touch.” She tilted her head back onto him, looking up. “Are you?”

“I could do with you being a little closer.” He pulled her in a bit more, keeping her back pressed against his chest. She reached over to the side, running her fingers along his leg, just wherever she could reach. He did the same over her hips, taking care not to scratch her. He kissed the top of her head, adoring the way the smell of wood smoke clung to it. “And now I’m completely content, my love.”

[a-court-of-fics-and-errors]

A Court of Fire & Masks

Eris x OC Fic

Chapter 12

Summary Penelope enters the glamorous yet treacherous world of Autumn Court life, where appearances are everything, and even the slightest misstep could ruin her families reputation. As the youngest daughter of a noble family, she's expected to smile, nod, and blend in - just like her older sister. But when Penelope's curiosity about inter-court politics leads to a forbidden mention of unrest, she quickly realizes she may not have the weaponry for the brutal battle of social court, especially when she runs up against heir to the court, Eris Vanserra.

Content Warnings:

Emotional manipulation

Verbal and emotional abuse

Power imbalances

Anxiety and panic

Mentions of sexism & misogyny

Dark themes of cruelty

Word Count: 4,087

A Court of Fire and Masks Master List

Tagged: @mrsjna @lilah-asteria @ambivalence-is-me @rcarbo1 @aaliyahmorielle  @feyrfly

Penelope stared at him, her mouth half-agape, though she didn’t realize it. Eris’s steady gaze remained fixed on her, waiting–perhaps impatiently–for her response. She furrowed her brows, narrowing her eyes at him as though she wasn’t sure she had heard him correctly, even though she’d had him repeat it twice. Her mind reeled, trying to make sense of the chaos that swirled within it. 

She stammered, shaking her head as she closed her eyes, the image Eris had described running rampant through her mind: Eris sitting in the Spring Court, across from its High Lord, with Hybern diplomats seated just off to the side. The thought alone was dizzying. 

“Wha–” she started, the words catching in her throat as they poured out. She opened her eyes again and leaned forwards slightly. “And they think this is a good idea?” she demanded. 

Eris leaned back in his chair, leaning his arms on the wide armrests and seemingly pulling at the fraying fabric. He ran his tongue over his teeth as he responded, “You were at the meeting.”

Penelope straightened, her brows knitting together. “I walked in for the last three seconds of it,” she shot back, her voice edged with irritation. “I think I missed some key parts.” 

Eris raised a brow, his lips twitching faintly as though suppressing a smirk. “You got the general idea.”

Penelope slumped back in her chair with an exasperated sigh, her hands falling into her lap. “So they’re reopening trade with Hybern? The country that slaughtered thousands and keeps its own citizens as prisoners within its walls?” She paused, scanning his face for any hint of a reaction, but Eris remained unmoved, his expression almost frustratingly calm. “Are we really that desperate for trade agreements?”

Eris scratched the side of his neck, his eyes briefly dropping to the desk. “It’s a long-term agreement of peace–” 

“We already have peace,” Penelope interrupted, leaning forwards again. “We have a signed document agreeing to peace.” 

“It’s not as black-and-white as that,” Eris replied, his voice carrying a tone of wariness. “Every treaty has loopholes, and they aren’t always obeyed. If treaties were absolute, we’d be making them with every country constantly. They’re only binding as long as both sides agree to honor them. The second someone doesn’t–” 

“It’s gone,” Penelope finished for him. “I understand that. But am I to assume that without this trade agreement, the Autumn Court is somehow at risk of war? Because I can see that as the only reason to—” 

Eris’s amber eyes widened slightly. “No,” he said quickly. “No, nothing like that.”

“Then why,” she demanded, “agree to trade with treacherous snakes?” It wasn’t a question–it was a statement, heavy with scorn. 

Eris sighed, his fingers drumming lightly on the desk before he leaned back in his chair again. “Because snakes are easier to handle when you can see them in their entirety,” he said after a beat. “Hybern is broken, scattered. They don’t have the power they once did, and they know it. This isn’t about trade as much as it is control.” 

Penelope’s brows furrowed again as she studied him. “Control how?” she asked warily. 

“If we tie them to us,” Eris said, his eyes locking onto hers. “They depend on us for trade, they’re less likely to bite. This agreement isn’t a gift–it’s leverage.” 

She considered it, the intricate, exhausting game in which every player had to think at least fifty years ahead. The long term always outweighed the short, no matter how much chaos it created in the present. But to Penelope, even in her limited experience–this felt like a gamble too great to ignore. 

“Eris,” she said finally, “there’s no way the citizens of the court are going to agree to this.” She met her gaze, searching for a crack in his calm exterior. “I mean, many of them lost family in the war–some to the hands of Hybern’s soldiers.’

She hesitated, thinking of all the overhead conversations from her childhood where her father’s friends and acquaintances would whisper of the horrors they and their brethren had seen. The bitterness of the ordeal lingered in every corner of the court. “Many of them have enjoyed knowing that Hybern is cracking under its own arrogance. Watching them suffer–it’s the only justice some families feel they’ve received after everything that happened.”  

Eris let the words hang in the air, heavy with the collective grief and anger of a court that had bled too much for peace. The Autumn Court had the second highest casualty rate, falling just being the Night Court, and the rotting taste of rage still sat in the back of everyone’s throats. She expected a flicker of hesitation from Eris, some slight acknowledgement of the truth in it all, but his expression remained frustratingly neutral. 

“You’re right,” he admitted. “They won’t agree with it. Not openly, anyways.” 

“Then why–?” 

“Because it’s not their decision to make,” he cut in, leaning forward slightly, his amber eyes locking onto hers with a sharpness that made her spine stiffen. “They don’t have to agree. They just have to live with it.” 

Her lips parted slightly, her breath catching. “That’s…cruel,” she murmured, more to herself than to him. “They’ll despise your father for it.” 

Eris’s expression didn’t so much as flicker. “They already hate him for plenty of other things,” he replied, his tone bordering on flippant. “What’s one more? His job isn’t to win their favor, Penelope–it’s to descure the court’s future. And sometimes, that means making choices they don’t understand.” 

Penelope studied him, her brows knitting together as she considered it all. “So your father is making this choice,” she said slowly, testing the waters. “But what do you think of all of it? Are you willing to be despised if this…gamble happens?” Her voice had softened slightly. 

Eris leaned back slightly. “It isn’t my decision,” he said simply. “It’s my father’s.”

“But you’ll have to live with it,” Penelope pressed. “We all will. And you will inherit the hatred.” 

Eris exhaled sharply and learned forwards again, his hands clasping on the desk. “Penelope,” he said, his voice measured as if explaining something to a child, “the only thing that’s going to happen is that we’ll reopen trading borders. If anything, the economy will get a boost, and most citizens won’t even realize this is happening.” 

Penelope’s brows furrowed, her lips pressing into a tight line. “So you’re hoping by the time you come to power everyone will have forgotten about the betrayal?” 

“There is no betrayal,” Eris said firmly, his tone hardening. “This is politics.” 

“Politics,” Penelope echoed skeptically. “And yet it always seems like politics comes at the expense of everyone who sacrificed the most.” 

Eris’s jaw tightened, and for a brief moment, a flicker of something–annoyance, or perhaps guilt–crossed his face. But when he spoke, his voice was calm, detached. “Sacrifices were made to secure peace,” he said. “And now sacrifices must be made to ensure it lasts.” 

Penelope leaned back in her chair. “And when do those sacrifices end?” she asked quietly. 

Eris didn’t answer right away. He watched her carefully. “They don’t.” 

She pressed her lips together, her teeth catching the edge as she nodded, looking away from him. 

Eris’s eyes remained fixed on her, his gaze as heavy as the silence that had settled between them. The weight of it pressed down onto her. Finally, he broke the quiet. 

“Do you think me cruel?” he asked. 

Penelope glanced up at him. She hesitated, considering her response. She needed to remind herself of the power he held–the power to destroy her, her life, her family’s reputation, with just a single command. She had to temper her own anger with caution. 

“I think,” she began slowly, “you’re a politician.” 

Eris raised a brow to her answer. “And you think politicians are inherently bad?” 

“I think they are jaded by power and affluence,” she said plainly, her gaze unwavering as she held his. 

Eris let out a breathy chuckle. “And you think yourself above affluence and power?” he asked, tilting his head slightly, his eyes narrowing.

“I think I follow a moral compass,” she countered.

Eris smirked faintly. “Coming from a girl who grew up with down pillows and trunks of ball gowns.” 

Penelope’s eyes narrowed. “Just because my family has wealth doesn’t mean I agree with what they do because of it,” she shot back. 

Eris shrugged, his smirk deepening slightly. “Easy to say when you’ve never had to live without it. Morals are a luxury, Penelope. The more you haven, the easier it is to claim a righteous cause.” 

“And the more you have the easier it is to justify taking from others.” 

Eris’s eyes darkened slightly. “You sound like you’ve rehearsed that line,” he said. “Careful, or someone might think you’re auditioning for rebellion.” 

Penelope felt her cheeks rush and her heart pick up the pace. “I’m not auditioning for anything,” she replied. “I just think–as your advisor–it’s worth me asking if you know how far you can go before losing yourself.” 

Eris’s smirk faltered, his gaze narrowing on her. For a moment, he said nothing. Then he leaned back again, his expression shifting to something more unreadable.

“So,” he said finally, “you would advise me to go against my father’s decree.”

“I would advise you to not simply follow it blindly.” 

Eris pressed his lips into a tight line. “I follow nothing blindly, Penelope,” he replied. “I would have thought you knew that.”

Penelope straightened in her chair. “I know you,” she began, her voice quieter, “from the limited moments we’ve spent together. And from what others have said about you.” She exhaled softly, “I know you from rumors and whispers, Eris. But I’m trying to give you the benefit of the double.” 

Eris studied her. “Rumors and whispers,” he repeated softly. “And what have you heard, Penelope?” 

She hesitated, her chest tightening. “Enough,” she said, her voice firm. “Enough to give me cause to wonder if the male sitting in front of me is the same one everyone whispers about. Or if he is more than they see him as.”

Eris tilted his head, the intensity of his eyes unnerving. “And what conclusion have you drawn?” he asked, his voice deceptively light.

Penelope’s lips parted, her thoughts scrambling to align themselves. After a beat, she finally spoke. “I think…” she began slowly, carefully, “that you aren’t one-dimensional.” 

His lips twitched slightly, though the rest of him remained unchanged. “And a moral compass?” he pressed. “You believe me to have one?” 

She allowed her eyes to flicker over his face, searching for a crack in the polished veneer he wore so well. “I think if you were devoid of one,” she began carefully, “you wouldn’t have brought me here.” She leaned forwards slightly. “You won’t want someone who simply agrees with you. You want someone to challenge you. If you lacked morals, you wouldn’t care what anyone else thought–or said.” 

For a moment, his expression remained unreadable, his own eyes studying her like she was a puzzle he was trying to piece together. But then, ever so slightly his face seemed to loosen. His sharp features softened just enough. He shifted in his chair, leaning back with a faint, thoughtful hum, though his gaze didn’t waver.

Penelope hesitated, debating whether to push further. “So,” she began cautiously, “what do you truly think of it all?” 

Eris raised a brow at her, the faintest hint of amusement flickering in his eyes. “Of what?” he asked, though the question was rhetorical, and they both knew it. 

“Your father isn’t here, Eris,” she continued. “You’ve heard my opinion on it all. Now I want to hear yours. Where do you truly stand?” 

The heir tilted his head slightly. He tapped a single, long, pale finger, on the armrest of his chair, as though it helped him gather his thoughts. “Where I stand,” he said finally, “is wherever the court needs me to stand.” 

Penelope frowned, growing more frustrated with his evasiveness. “That’s not an answer.” 

“It’s the only answer that matters,” he replied coolly, leaning forward, his elbows resting on the desk. His gaze fixed on her, sharp and unyielding. “Do you think I have the luxury of standing where I want?” His voice rose slightly, not in anger but in intensity, as though he were driving a point into stone. “Do you think I can afford to choose sides based on how I feel about them? Based on right and wrong?” He scoffed, the sound bitter. “I don’t get to have an opinion, Penelope. My opinion is whatever ensures this court’s survival.”

“That’s not leadership,” Penelope countered, leaning forwards as well, pressing her hands against the edge of the desk. “That’s servitude. Leadership requires conviction, Eris. You can’t always play the middle.” 

Eris let out a dry, humorless chuckle, the sound low and cutting. “Conviction,” he repeated, his lips curling faintly as though the word itself amused him. “Conviction gets you killed, Penelope. Conviction has filled graves with those who thought they could win a fight with ideals instead of strategy.”

His gaze darkened, his tone hardening as he continued, “And trust me when I tell you this—if I fall, the next male in line behind me has less morality, less restraint, and less reason than I do.”

“Maybe that’s true,” she said quietly, her voice softer now but no less determined. “But in this room,” she continued, leaning closer, her eyes locked onto his, “where no one else is around—what do you think is right? Because I think we both know that you don’t feel it’s so simple, even taking morality out of the equation.” 

Eris held her gaze, his amber eyes sharp and unyielding, as though he were daring her to push further. The silence stretched, thick and tense, neither of them willing to be the first to break it. Penelope could feel the thrum of her heartbeat in her ears, but she didn’t look away.

For what felt like eternity, they sat like that—two immovable forces locked in a quiet battle of wills. Eris’s expression remained unreadable, his posture relaxed but his eyes betraying a flicker of something deeper—hesitation, perhaps, or something darker he refused to let surface.

Finally, Penelope sighed, the tension in her shoulders releasing as she leaned back in her chair, breaking the standoff. Her voice softened, though it carried no less urgency. “Look,” she started, running a hand through her hair, “I need to know what your plan is. If you actually want me to advise you on any of this, then you can’t keep me in the dark.”

Eris arched his brow. “My plan?” 

“Yes, your plan,” Penelope said firmly, gesturing toward him. “You brought me here, told me I was supposed to advise you, but how am I supposed to do that if you won’t be honest with me? I’m not asking you to agree with me, and I’m certainly not suggesting we stage a coup,” she added, her lips pressing into a tight line. “But I’m just asking you to give me the truth—whatever it is.”

Eris leaned back in his chair, his hands resting on the armrests as he studied her. His lips twitched faintly, as though he was considering a smile, but it didn’t come. Instead, he exhaled softly, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly.

“Honesty,” he repeated, his voice low, almost thoughtful. “That’s what you want?”

“Yes,” Penelope replied firmly. “Honesty. That’s the bare minimum I need to do my job properly.”

Eris was silent for a long moment, his eyes distant, as though he were weighing her request against some internal calculus only he could understand. The faint crackle of the fire was the only sound breaking the stillness. Finally, he leaned forward, his elbows resting on the desk with a sharp gaze that somehow managed to be both guarded and vulnerable. 

“I think that the fae in Hybern are suffering,” he said, his voice quieter now, as though admitting it out loud was almost painful. 

He paused, his gaze flicking toward Penelope. She gave him no reaction as she waited for him to continue. 

The heir exhaled softly. “I think I find it immoral to watch their country–and the citizens living within it–to fall into ruin over something most of them had no control over. And I think reopening trade helps them to survive.” 

“And what do you think of your citizens’ response to that decision?” she asked. 

Eris’s jaw tightened briefly, but he didn’t look away. He seemed to be hand picking his next words. “I would hope,” he began slowly, “that my citizens could recognize the suffering of others and extend the same kindness we would want, were the roles reversed.” 

Penelope leaned forward slightly, her brows knitting together. “And do you truly believe that’s how they’ll see it?” she asked, her voice measured but sharp. “The courtiers? The farmers? The families who lost everything?”

Eris hesitated, the pause telling in its length. “No,” he finally admitted. “I know that there will be resentment, anger. But I also know that they’re too fearful of the backlash to do anything about it.” 

Penelope regarded him carefully, her gaze searching his face. “So, you’re relying on their fear to keep them in line,” she said softly. It wasn’t a question—it was a statement.

Eris’s lips twitched faintly, though the movement didn’t quite form a smirk. “Fear is as reliable a tool as any,” he replied. “It may not make you loved, but it will keep them quiet.”

“And you truly believe there aren’t ulterior motives from Hybern?” she asked, trying to move away from the twisted admission.

This time, Eris’s lips curved into a faint, almost imperceptible smile—pride flickering in his amber eyes. “I think,” he said, his voice carrying the hint of amusement, “that we are all playing a long game, and that we all have cards under the table we aren’t showing.”

Penelope’s eyes narrowed slightly. “And what cards do you have, Eris?” she asked.

His smile deepened, more obvious now, as though he enjoyed her probing. “Careful, Penelope,” he said, his velvet voice laced with mock caution. “I’ve already shown you one. Don’t get greedy.”

The deliberate vagueness of his words made her chest tighten, but she held his gaze. “If you want me to advise you properly, Eris, I need to know the game you’re playing,” she pressed.

“And I’ll tell you,” he said smoothly, his voice low, almost soothing. “Piece by piece, as you need to know it. But some things,” he added, leaning back in his chair, “are better kept close to the chest—for now.”

Penelope clenched her jaw, her teeth grinding against one another. Eris’s gaze softened slightly, though it remained calculating. “You have to trust me, Penelope,” he said finally. “Even if you don’t think I deserve it yet.”

“I don’t trust easily,” she replied evenly.

Eris chuckled, his tone light but edged with something deeper. “Good,” he said, his amber eyes glinting. “Neither do I.”

“So,” she continued, leaning back in her chair, attempting to mirror Eris’s own posture. “You met with diplomats in the Spring Court. Why there, of all places?”

Eris leaned back as well, seemingly glad that the intensity of their earlier standoff had waned. He crossed one leg over the other, his hands resting casually on the armrests. “The Spring Court has always held Hybern in higher regard than the rest of us,” he began smoothly. “After all, they sided with Hybern during the war.” 

“And they’ve remained in communication since the treaty?” she asked. 

“I believe they went quiet for some time,” Eris said. “They let the dust settle. Rebuild a bit. But I don’t think it lasted long.” 

Penelope frowned. “Your father mentioned that the High Lord of Spring often took his son to Hybern?”

Eris chuckled, a low, dry sound that lacked any real humor. “Before the fool got himself killed? Yes.”

Penelope straightened, her brow furrowing. “This High Lord is dead?” 

Eris arched a brow, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Penelope, my darling girl,” he drawled, his voice dripping with mockery, “have you kept your head buried in the sand all this time?”

She bristled, her chin lifting slightly as her cheeks warmed. “I’m sorry that I was taught to not discuss topics outside of our court's borders,” she retorted, her voice clipped. “I haven’t exactly been privy to conversations on the subject.”

Eris’s smirk deepened, his eyes glinting with amusement. “What are we teaching in these schools these days?” he mused, tilting his head slightly. “We must discuss bolstering our historical teachings.” He chuckled again, louder this time. “If I had known I was hiring an advisor with a lack of even the most general knowledge, I might have—”

“I get it,” Penelope snapped, cutting him off before he could finish the jab.

Eris inclined his head slightly, as if conceding the point, though the smirk remained. “Let me educate you,” he said, earning a pointed eye roll from her. Ignoring it, he continued, his tone turning matter-of-fact. “The High Lord of Spring’s entire family—his father, mother, and sons—were murdered by the High Lord of the Night Court and his son.”

Penelope blinked, furrowing her brows. “For what reason?” 

Eris waved off the question with a dismissive gesture, answering in a flat, almost bored tone. “Familial disputes. Petty grievances that spiraled out of control. It’s a long story—one better suited for a court bard than me.” He paused, leaning back in his chair. “What matters is that Tamlin—one of the late High Lord’s less… prepared sons—was the only one left standing. And now, he’s the High Lord.”

“And Tamlin, he’s the one who’s been fostering the connection with Hybern?” 

“It was his father originally,” he said, his voice smooth and measured. “Though Tamlin is desperate, uneducated about the political strategy of his position. He’s simply following the path his father set before him, clinging to whatever power he has left.”

Penelope leaned forwards, “So they’re exploiting him?” 

Eris shrugged lightly, the motion almost dismissive. “Hybern does know how to exploit.”

“And you’re not worried they’ll exploit us too?”

Eris’s amber eyes gleamed as they fixed on hers, a faint glint of danger in them. “I didn’t say I wasn’t concerned,” he replied, his voice calm but firm. “But worry and preparation are two very different things. I don’t trust Hybern—but I trust myself, and my father, to stay two steps ahead.”

She studied him for a moment. “And Tamlin?” she asked, “Do you trust him?” 

Eris laughed then, a cold, humorless sound that sent a faint chill through her. “Tamlin is a puppet,” he said, the disdain in his voice unmistakable. “A broken, desperate puppet. I pity him more than anything.”

Penelope hesitated, absorbing the bitterness laced in his words. “Pity,” she murmured, her voice thoughtful. “But you’ll still use him.”

Eris’s smirk returned, faint but deliberate. “Of course,” he said simply. “The game doesn’t leave room for mercy, Penelope. Only strategy.”

“So what strategy do we follow now?” Penelope asked with no small amount of frustration. 

The heir leaned back in his chair. “We wait,” he said. “We see what the plan is, and we move accordingly.”

She furrowed her brows. “Wait and see?” she repeated. “That’s it?”

“Patience, Penelope,” he said, his tone almost condescending. “Strategy isn’t just about action—it’s about timing. Moving too early can be just as disastrous as not moving at all.”

She bit the inside of her cheek, holding back a retort. She didn’t love that response—didn’t love the idea of sitting idly by while others plotted and schemed—but it was clear Eris wasn’t going to be giving much else away.

“I’m sure that’s easy for you to say,” she said after a moment, her voice quieter now. “You know more than I do.”

Eris’s gaze softened ever so slightly, though his smirk remained. “I know only as much as I need to,” he said. “And so do you.”

The dismissal in his words stung, but Penelope held his gaze, refusing to let him see how much it unsettled her. “Then I hope,” she said carefully, “that when the time comes to act, I’ll be included in more than just the waiting.”

Eris chuckled softly, the sound low and deliberate. “Oh, Penelope,” he said, his tone laced with something between amusement and challenge. “You’ll be exactly where you’re needed. Whether you like it or not.”

A Court of Fire and Masks Master List

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A Logan x OC preview

summary: N/A warnings: MENTIONS OF DEATH & NEAR DEATH. Gotta live up to the title. Logan isn't even in this part but will be later. wc: N/A

He uses caution as he takes a seat just by her side, fingers slipping their way to entangle with her own, and she’s too weak to stop him. “You wear his face, but you’re-you’re not him,” she says in a whisper, lip trembling as she drinks in the sight of a man she loved and lost. “I know you.” The woman spits in a bitter tone, her jaw tight and teeth clenched.

The smile once etched into mimicked features fades, falling to a flat line with eyes staring straight through her soul. Her heart breaks all over again, right before Death. Aching and yearning for the warm touch of her companion. Hollow and desperate for the joy this child would give. The only piece of him that remained.

“Show your face.” 

The Being provides what is demanded without hesitation. Skin and fabric peeled away like old paint to dissipate in the crisp air of autumn. Heavenly strands of gold break away like shards of glass to never meet the ground. Blackened smoke spills out from every crack, enveloping Death and expanding until it towers above her, nearly reaching the angular ceiling of a lonely home. The space suddenly seems much smaller.

There are no defined features left of The Entity, only a shadowy figure buried beneath the haze with piercing eyes in the abyss of nothingness. The body, if it could be described as such, was littered with hundreds of thousands of stars. They flicker in and out–some bigger than others. Some brighter or a different hue. Some say it’s every soul collected in a single night–perhaps only within a few hours, maybe even one. It’s immeasurable. And when you stare into the eyes of Death, it’s the last thing you consider.

The shock of its truth momentarily numbs the pain in her body–or is it the Creature itself that steals away her agony? She finds herself no longer tense from labor but broken at the mere thought of her baby being stolen from her womb. Fresh tears fill tired eyes, pleading once more for her child’s life with hands raised protectively over her abdomen. “She’s all I have left.”

A hand much larger than her own lays across to nearly engulf her entire belly, thumb soothing along the marked skin. Nothing is said between the two. The mother is left in the torment of the unknown, while The Being has already worked its way inside to greet a sleeping baby–unaware of the danger. Her life blossoms within Death’s eye. A child growing into a woman unlike any other gifted soul stolen from this world and moved to the next. A child already born of darkness–burdened by The Sight.

It’s unknown how it all came to be that night. Maybe Death had grown tired. Or was it perhaps some twisted connection? Tangled threads of the universe. The mother doesn’t ask why, or how, and Death would never tell. But, by the morning of October 31st, Dawn Rosalin Kennedy takes her first breath–her first wailing cry–before falling asleep against her mother's chest. She’s finally safe and remains protected throughout her years.

She grows–just as They envisioned. Picturesque with pudgy cheeks and a dimpled smile as small fingers pluck wildflowers. Her mother tends to the garden just nearby, trusting in the universe that her only child is safe from any harm that may lurk beyond the treeline. And that trust does not go misplaced. The Creature has shown itself on more than one occasion. Sitting at the small dinner table in total silence unless spoken to–watching as the two girls eat a homemade meal.

Every visit They come bearing a new mask, and the girl sees right through it. An unknown man standing before her in the same field where her father died. A stoic expression set alight in the summer’s glow as The Entity studied the child. Her doe eyes are on Him–quizzical and bewildered until their true form is seen tall above the husk. The shadow of a monster–a God.

Her smile is full of innocence and love. Entirely unafraid of this otherworldly Creature and the heartache it brings. Dawn Rosalin can only see the beauty within it as stars burn brightly in the darkness. The girl offers out a dandelion in kindness, and Death instructs the body it wears to take it with grace, kneeling to her level with a gentle look in adoring eyes.

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Unlisted Fandoms Challenge

While we pull together the post on the various types of fan labor being offered so far, here's a quick update on the *hundreds* of write-in fandoms we've received ...

At the top of the list we have Jeff Satur holding onto the lead with 7 entries, but Zhen Hun/Guardian is right on his heels with 6. And then there's a three-way tie for third place with 5 write-ins each for BBC Ghosts, Control (Remedy Game), and Dungeon Meshi / Delicious In Dungeon. Schitt's Creek claims fourth place with 4 entries, and in fifth there's a 14-way tie:

Alien Stage Cabin Pressure Dungeons and Daddies (Podcast) Fire Emblem Awakening Fire Emblem Fates Iron Widow Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint Roswell New Mexico Stand By Me/The Body by Stephen King The Goblin Emperor Series - Katherine Addison Transformers Voltron: Legendary Defender White Collar Zhen Hun / Guardian (drama) RPF

All it would take to upset the apple cart and reset the leader board is one signup. Manage two and it's a whole new ball game. Yes, we're mixing metaphors. And we're not done yet!

Below the cut are the 133 fandoms that have so far received only ONE signup. Want to really shake things up? Get two more signups for any of these and watch them leap into the fray on the leader board ...

10 Things I Hate About You (1999) Among Us Arctic Monkeys/The Last shadow Puppets Around the World in 80 Days (TV 2021) Baseball RPF BBC’s Musketeers Bendy and the Ink Machine Beyond Evil Black Doves Boygenius (Band)(RPF) Brokeback Mountain Bullet train Canji Baojun De Zhangxin Yu Chong (The disabled tyrant's pet palm fish) Cassette Beasts Castle Challengers Charmed (1998) Danger Force (TV) Dark Deception Dark Rise Dead by Daylight Descendants Destiny 2 Dimension 20 Downton Abbey Dr. Stone Dragonball Dragonlance Dragonriders of Pern by Anne McCaffrey Due South Dune (Villeneuve) Emma - Jane Austen Etta Invincible Fangs of Fortune Farscape Fields of Mistria Finder no Hyouteki / Finder Series Flight Rising Formula 2/3 RPF Frieren Fruits Basket Gangsta (Anime & Manga) Giselle Grantchester (TV) Grimm Hatoful Boyfriend Haven (TV) Helluva Boss Henry Danger (TV) High School Musical (Movies) Hikaru no Go HLVRAI - Half-life VR But the AI is Self-Aware House MD In Other Lands In Stars And Time IndyCar RPF It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia Jeeves and Wooster Jet Lag The Game RPF Jurassic Park (Extended Universe) Kamen Rider Gotchard Kane and Feels Kraven the Hunter Kuroko no Basuke / Kuroko's Basketball Law & Order Law & Order: Special Victims Unit Lays of the Hearth-Fire Series - Victoria Goddard Lies of P Live A Live Lord Seventh/Qi Ye Mass Effect 1, 2 or 3 Mononoke (2007 series and 2024 movie) MotoGP RPF My Time at Sandrock Mystic Messenger NBA RPF Nerdy Prudes Must Die Norah Grant Bruce's Billabong books Oh No! Here Comes Trouble Once Upon A Time Order of the Stick Outlast games Over the Garden Wall Pacific Rim Pathologic Peaky Blinders Persuasion - Jane Austen Phandom Pirates of the Caribbean Power Rangers (2017 movie) Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen Prodigal Son Puella Magi Madoka Magica Quantum Break Ranma 1/2 Resident Alien Resident Evil Rise of the Guardians S.C.I Mystery S.W.A.T. (2017 show) Saint Seiya Saw franchise Scooby Doo: Mystery Incorporated (2010) She-Ra Netflix Shipwrecked Comedy Sonic the Hedgehog (Games) South Park Spinning Silver (Novik) Spirited Squid Game Starkid Musicals (no hp) Stephen King's It Stray Gods: The Roleplaying Musical Super Sentai That 70s Show The A Team (either the 2010 movie or the 1980s series) The Coffin of Andy and Leyley The OC The Pairing - Casey McQuiston The Paradise of Thorns The Radiant Emperor The Silt Verses The Umbrella Academy the vampire diaries universe The Venture Maidens The Walking Dead The West Wing Thousand Autumns Tokusatsu Tron Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicles Turning Universal Century Gundam video games by Arkane Studios Wander Over Yonder Warriors / Warrior Cats Watcher Entertainment/BuzzFeed Unsolved RPF Wind Breaker Wonka Word of Honor Yellowjackets Young Wizards (Diane Duane) บ้านหลอน ON SALE / Peaceful Property (TV)

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🧡 Name: Feather or Piórko 🧡 Pronouns: he/she/they 🧡 Otherwise known as: @feathers-little-nest 🧡 Other socials: carrd 🧡 Favorite stories: Akatsuki no Yona, Raven of the Inner Palace, Noragami, Thousand Autumns, Koe no Katachi and also every reincarnation martial arts manhwa/manhua

Very queer, neurodivergent and generally insane writer and artist from Poland. Currently working on getting back to destroying people emotionally, I got a bit too used to writing fluff lol. Abandon hope, all ye who enter here and all that.

🧡 Writing tag -> quill for writing 🧡 My short stories -> short story 🧡 The STS asks and tag games list -> open 🧡 Art tag -> drawing with a quill 🧡 My character designs -> quill for designing

More details about my writing and art below the cut!

You'll find here:

🧡 fantasy inspired by ancient China and Polish renaissance, 🧡 lgbtq+ and neurodivergent characters, 🧡 extensive worldbuilding, 🧡 toxic relationships and friendships, 🧡 religious themes (and traumas!), 🧡 a ton of blood and tears, 🧡 and much more!

I usually write short stories - you can find them here! Other than that, I have two larger active projects:

🧡 Mirage of Spring - fantasy Han dynasty China, m/m, epic fights and even more epic tragedies, 🧡 And May the Moon Shine Over Your Ways - high fantasy, aroace MC, a bit more serious piece focusing on anhedonia

My taglists are always open, I also love to receive asks and tags!

Writing tag -> quill for writing

I draw both fanarts and original characters. I enjoy watercolors the most, I also like to throw in a bit of acrylics or play around with collage. Even though I had my graphic tablet for a while now, I'm still in a process of discovering how to use Krita - keep fingers crossed for me lol.

Anyways, if you have any ideas or want me to draw your oc, just drop an ask! I'll do at least a doodle!

Art tag -> drawing with a quill

[cargoholderautumn]

Hey hey! 🍓

Been noticing a lot of my coworkers on here, figured I could give it a go.

The name's Autumn, nice to meet you! I work at Pony Express on the Tulpar, I handle the cargo. It's kinda boring, not being able to look inside them, but it's what puts food on my table. Doesn't mean I don't do anything else though! You'll find me anywhere I can keep my hands busy.

Send questions, do whatever. Hope we can get along smoothly!

RP info under the cut!

Basic info:

Autumn Hodgens, they/them, mid 30's

They used to study for art in university before joining Pony Express. Coming from a lower middle class family, they've been told their entire life that pursuing art was a waste of time, money, and was unrealistic but went anyway. Soon enough they got ridiculously burnt out and left university with thousands in loans. Picked up many, many jobs in their life to pay off their loans and soon enough joined Pony Express thanks to Curly. They say they're just putting their dream on hold but in reality they've almost given up.

Fairly outgoing, has autism. Recovering from people pleaser tendencies 💔 Had a lot of heartbreak in the past and experience with terrible friends. Will tease, but can get flustered pretty easily.

Has some self-soothing tendencies, they have an extra ponytail holder on their wrist and a choker pendant that they fidget with. Has some knowledge in sewing, they embroidered the pattern on their jumpsuit themselves. Knows their fair share of video games as well.

Relationships:

Curly: Friends prior to joining Pony Express, used to go to high school with him and Jimmy. They lost contact for a while until Curly found them at one of their jobs. Nowadays they're pretty tight knit again, possibly mutually pining for each other. Autumn strives to be a listening ear for him, he is also their artistic muse.

Jimmy: Complicated. They dated at one point in high school, rebounded once but then split for good. Autumn doesn't really know how to feel about him, but now they're kinda stuck dealing with him every day. Will still tease him though, unless Jimmy is actually angry.

Anya: They get along pretty well, they usually talk to Anya the most during the work day. Loves seeing her little doodles and photos on the bulletin board, and can understand Anya's struggles with school. Confides in her pretty often, she notices things that not even Autumn could pick up on.

Swansea: Pretty standard coworker relationship, before Daisuke it was them who bugged him in Utility. They try to give a helping hand but it tends to annoy him more than anything. They admittedly do a more decent job in understanding what Swansea wants than Daisuke.

Daisuke: Surprisingly common interests, got along almost instantly. Has shown him a few tips on drawing during his short time on the Tulpar. They definitely have goofed off before

// OOC stuff + rules

18+ only please <3 this blog might get suggestive/NSFW

i will typically reply in semi-lit or lit responses

i don't have any specific boundaries, BUT if something is making me uncomfortable i will let you know

i will only RP in asks/reblogs, replies will always be OOC

OCs and canon characters are more than welcome to interact!! OC x OC and OC x canon is highly encouraged, i'm pretty open to anything

this is set before the crash, so post crash related stuff won't be relevant here

pls don't hesitate to tag me if you want me to reply! i'm very shy abt rping but i will do my best to respond asap <3

Tags

character tag - #cargo talk

NSFW tag - #hidden cargo

OOC tag - #out of bounds