#trying to make ocs feel cannon here people

[lucst-r]

Wip for some genshin ocs!

[wings-of-fire-confessions]

I’m just gonna let all my toxicity out so hopefully I can stop being such a big bitch about this,, ignore me lemme dispel all this horrid energy. Designs don’t matter and I don’t know why I’m so upset about it, let my mediocre words be fuel to make even crazier designs

Anyways with that fair warning, here I go

When people make the dragons so bird like, like. That’s not a dragon anymore that’s just a gryphon, I would kinda fuck with a gryphon au though but it makes me ANGRY. FOR NO REASON.

Also dragons with fur. It’s cool. But I despise seeing it. Seriously makes me frown it’s such a cope.

honestly I’m a book design purist, I don’t stray far at all from the cannon when drawing ocs or fanart, I just need to be less ‘purist’ and more ‘not trying to get everyone to draw the same way because of my own feelings’

I need to see people beat this down frfr 🤦‍♀️ I have GYATT to stop being an ass!!!!

Get it.

I’ll leave now.

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[wh3atley-personality-core]

Hello, it's me, good old Wheatley! I tought that maybe I should speak to other people, it gets pretty lonely up here after all, and what better place to do it than the always safe and reliable internet! Surprisingly there's connection up here, so if you have any asks or rockets to send PLEASE do :-) //Wheatley RP ask blog run by a Weatley fictionkin! Main blog: @shr00mie-rat

//Notes, Rules and Text keys below

//Notes: -First let me get something clear; I'M NOT BRITISH, I know nothing of british culture and such, so I'll take advantage of the fact that Wheatley rarely uses British slang and that he was practically raised by Americans (even though I'm not American either) to use American terminology -along with the previous note, english is not my first language so apologize if I write something incorrectly -if your ask takes too much time to answer or just doesn't get answered it's because I'm busy with something irl, even though I'm starting this blog while I have some free time, i fear of getting busy some time soon, so my apologies in advance -along with the previous note, I might also take time to answer due to lack of motivation, ideas for responses, I simply didn't felt like responding it for any reason or merely just forgot about it -most of the responses will include a drawing either because it fits or because I feel like it -Most of this blog will be core and post game Wheatley and try to stay as canon as I can, but any other moment of the timeline (pre-post portal 1/pre portal 2) are ok -along with the previous note, there'll be some head cannons scattered here and there but they won't affect much of the canon -I haven't roleplayed in a really long time //Rules: -No NSFW, please, just don't, keep in mind that the mun is a minor -Keep ships at minimum, as much as I love shipping, I don't think the canon universe could fit many of them -OC friendly, as long as it makes sense in universe -if you're asking/rp as another character please make clear who you are unless your acc gives it away -if anything I do is not of your liking, either in a mun or muse response, don't send hate or report the blog, just block -basic rp rules like: No godmodding, no powerplay, no metagaming, no retconning -Sometimes (but I hope never) my emotions might win over me and will probably proyect my feelings over my muse //Text key: //OOC Narration "Speech" (Thoughts) 'Writing' //If you have any doubts, you can always DM me on my main blog :D

[h3llblazer]

After hearin' loads of stuff about this here app, I've decided to join. I mean, look at the amount of peeps on here ey? Good marketing and easy con victims quick clients! A win win huh? I get money, and you people don't have any more complaints about demons and etcetera.

Stuff Abt Mun below>>>

Ooc: HIII Names Keith, I'm 19 years old so I am an adult, I go to university so there are times I won't be online.

I'm pretty much fine with anything except the obvious(shit like r@pe threats, murder threats and the ect.)

This is one of my first cannon character rp blogs so I'm sorry if my muse is sometimes out of character or not perfectly acted, I'm still trying to make this as in character as it can be.

DO PLZ ENJOY MY BLOG AND ASK ME ANYTHING DM'S ARE OPEN ASWELL BTW, CIAOOOOO

Also PLEASE ASK IN DM'S FIRST IF YOU CAN START A SPIRAL OR ANGST START CUZ I FEEL BAD FOR IGNORING RANDOM ANGST ASKS AND I'm a-okay with DC OC's, just ask in DMS first

Gmt time zone so yep I live in the land of tea.

[atokirina-writings]

The Calm Before The Storm, A series

III. The Destruction.

⭒ series masterlist

⭒ this means speaking in Na’vi, this means speaking in english

⭒ warnings/notes: death, angst, use of cannon background characters.

⭒ parings: tsu’tey xfem!reader, jake sully x fem! reader, reader x son oc.

꧁꧂

You don’t know how long you had been crying over the death of your son when you begin to hear footsteps. Multiple of them, coming your way. Your ears perk up at this but they’re not heavy enough to be sky people in their machines. They’re Na’vi.

They’re the students of Tsu’tey, he’s been training them to become hunters for you clan. Saeyla, Ka’ani, Maru, and Atan emerge from the thick of pandoras forest. “E! E!” Saeyla calls, signaling everyone else to come over to you.

“Y/n what has happened?” She says kneeling to your level as her eyes frantically switch from your grieving state to Hea’tey’s cold and unmoving body.

Your voice is so hoarse from all of your wailing that you can’t even make out a sentence. Instead you move your hands to your neck, pointing out the comm. “Find.. him” you choke out.

Nodding she presses her thumb and pointer finger on the device. “This is saeyla, Y/n is here and Hea’tey is dead. She is unable to speak come quickly please.”

Tsu’teys pov.

What. What did she just say? His mind is racing all over the place. Did she just say that his son is dead? Making eye contact with Vaytnay he notices that he looks confused and scared. Tsu’teys heart clenches at the sight. Together they circle in the sky trying to identify their family on the ground below. “There!” Vaytnay yells, diving his ikran as fast as he can to the ground, his father follows.

Landing on the ground he rushes to his mate. She’s cradling Hea’tey in her arms, her chest protectively covering his face. Hearing his arrival she looks up at him and he sees it. He was hoping he heard Saeyla wrong over the comm but this just confirmed it all.

Frozen, he watches as his son sobs angrily, his body switching from crying atop his brother and banging his fists into the ground. He can see her stare blankly into the distance as she grips his shoulder attempting to soothe him. He sees all of his students with their heads heads hung low, a few of them even crying at the sight.

“Tsu’tey! Brother do you read me?” The volume of jakes voice in his ears makes him cringe and break out of his thoughts. “Yes” he replies coldly. “Where are you!?” Tsu’tey him gives him details of the area surrounding them. “Will be there soon over.”

Your pov.

Tsu’tey sinks to his knees starting at his sons dead body. He places a hand on his chest to really confirm. He feels nothing. No warmth. No thudding from an active heart. Nothing. You can see his blood boiling within in.

He grabs the nape of my neck pulling me into his chest. He tugs at Vaytnay’s shoulder placing his body over mine. Finally he takes hold of his sons hand placing it on his face. We stay this way until Jake and Neytiri arrive.

You hear Neytiri gasp as she grabs Jakes arm for comfort, her heart sinks at the sight. She had been friends with your son for a while. He would often collecting beads with her and making jewelry to pass the time he wasn’t hunting.

They stay in silence for awhile until Toruk Macto finally speaks up. “Brother, the fight is still going on. You are Olo'eyktan, you must protect the people.”

Something in you snaps at his words. Tsu’tey places a hand on your cheek, staring at you intently. “Be strong. For the people, for us.”

Deeply inhaling you rise from where you’ve been sitting for hours, your legs are sore but you ignore it. Boarding your ikran you take off. Jake, Neytiri, Tsu’teys students, your son, and Your mate following suit.

You will not let your son die in vain.

[palmtreesx3]

As my header states, I'm too old for this. But here I am anyway. If you're here you're gonna watch me embarrassingly lust over every version of Steve Harrington (who am I kidding, just Joe Keery in general) and while I mostly just react to other people's tremendously talented work, I occasionally dabble myself.

So if you are lurking, enjoy and leave some kisses 💋

(18+, don't be cunty, yada yada yada)

🔥 Spicy/Smutty 🚨 Cannon/Cannon Adjacent ❤️ Fluffy/Boyfriend-ism 😩 Angsty

Get Off (Series) 🔥18+ - SexShop!Steve x Reader : SexShop!Robin x OC (7/9)

Summary: Steve and Robin have about had it with Hawkins, so on Robin's 25th birthday, the pair decides that there's nothing holding them there anymore and they start packing their bags. The friends move to Chicago and quickly find an apartment to call their own. As luck would have it, within hours of arriving to the city, Robin stumbles on a no-strings-attached job offer for both of them - what could be better?! Now just to break the news to Steve…. This multi part story will both explore their platonic relationship and their chaotic experience working at the sex shop together as well as their own paths of self discovery as they plant their roots in their new city and finally deal with the invisible baggage they drug along with them when they moved. Act 4 - Out Now :)

Prologue || V-Card || Act 1 || Act 2 || Act 3 || Act 4 || Act 5 || Act 6 || Epilogue

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King of Wishful Thinking (Series) ❤️ Fluffy but eventually 🔥 18+ and marked as such because I'm a hoe - Steve Harrington x Reader (2/?)

Summary: Steve has been in love with you for his entire life. He has always wanted to express his feelings and do nice things for you, but every time he tries to come up with new and creative ways to show you how much he cares, but it seems like fate is always against him. Even though he shallowly convinces himself that you’re just meant to be friends and despite these setbacks, Steve remains determined to keep trying. He still holds onto the hope that someday he'll be able to express his feelings to you and maybe, just maybe have them reciprocated. Paused but not forgotten

1974 || 1978 || 1980 (coming soon)

Joe Keery Photo Drop Support Group A place to gather when he sends us into a tizzy. This support group was started in response to the Behind the Blinds Photo Drops but can and will be revisited anytime this man rocks our world like that again....All are welcome. Judgement Free-zone. Cake ALWAYS served.

Birthday Cake Train 🍰 A communal space to celebrate birthdays and serve up a slice of Cake....you know which kind. Join the thread when it's your turn. There's enough to go around.

Seeing Stars 🔥18+ The crew finally decides it's time to start celebrating the 4th of July again, but Steve Harrington finds he can't stop himself from staring.

A Girl Like You (PT 2 to Seeing Stars) 🔥18+ In the aftermath of the 4th, embarrassment and emotions are flying, tables turn and shit gets figured out. Read Part 1 to see how exactly we got here.

Deeper for You 🔥18+ It's your annual beach trip with the crew from Hawkins, something you've all been doing together your whole adult life after life forced everyone to part ways. You're all close, but this year, an accidental encounter in the outdoor shower makes you get a little closer with one person in particular.

Jealous Friend One Shot 🔥18+ ask Watching your friend, Steve Harrington, go on Kamakazi Mission dates over and over again was getting kind of old. You’re always there to listen, comfort and pick up the pieces but what if this time it’s just too much? What if this time you’ve had enough and something that feels a little bit like jealousy rears its ugly head?

Firefighter!Steve One Shot

Taking Care of Steve (Road Head) Blurb 🔥18+ ask

Vampy Steve Blurb ask

Fool in Love Blurb (King of Wishful Thinking inspo) ❤️

Stevie Takes Care of You When You're Sick Blurb ❤️ ask

Joe Keery as Steve Harrington Micro expressions

Steve Harrington Smells Like head cannons

Cozy Cardigan Steve (Joe Keery Dork Mag inspo) ❤️

Ok maybe I'm being overdramatic, but please also consider reading these fics or series I feel like I'd lay down my life for because they have become a visceral part of me and changed the fabric of my being and I think about them all the time. They are all *chefs kiss* and written by amazingly talented people who also have deep Masterlists that also deliver. So wake the fuck up and read em! Again, most (okay fine, all) are 🔥 18+ ...again, because I'm a hoe

Into Open Flames 🔥😩🚨 on AO3

Midnight City 🔥 by @superblysubpar

We'll Call it Love 🔥😩 by @superblysubpar

If Tomorrow Never Comes 🔥😩🚨 by @sweetsweetjellybean

All I Really Want is You ❤️🔥 by @loveshotzz

Whatta Man (Steve's Night) 🔥 by @loveshotzz

New Years Eve (Steve & Eddie)🔥😩 by @loveshotzz

Beyond 🔥 by @abibliophobiaa

We Tried the World 🔥😩 @upsidedownwithsteve

And I Snuck in Through the Garden Gate ❤️🔥 @upsidedownwithsteve

Don't Call Me Baby 🔥😩 by @katyswrites

Aftermath (Steve & Eddie)🔥😩🚨 by @sweetsweetjellybean

Daisy 🔥 by @thyme-in-a-bubble

PSA: Don't steal my shit. Don't repost my shit. Don't steal other peoples shit. Don't use AI. Don't feed my shit into AI. Don't feed other people's shit into AI. Just come here, read about this sweet piece of a man and live on our fantasy island together in lust and in peace.

[who-knows130]

Day 18-Headcannon

I have too many that I could draw out so here we are.

-Laurance Zvhal-

• 5 '9

• 24 at the start of Mcd

• heterochromia(After blindness is cured)

• Needs glasses, doesn't wear them

• his love language is physical touch

• Has a slight curl in his hair, which get's more curly when his hair is longer

• Agile and built more for speed

• Great cook

• knows how to braid hair

• Surprisingly easy to make flustered

• Has nightmares

• Bisexual

• Has some sharper features. Such as a sharper nose shape

• (Basically cannon but) hopeless romantic

• clingy

• knows hows to dance

• Loves to tick people off, specifically people who hate him

• Flirts intentionally with everyone, especially friends

• Has one scar on his face, that's on his left cheek.

• The rest of his scars are spread out across his body, even though I'd like to imagine there is one on his neck as well

• Sings when bored

• Fangs(Gets them from the Mefiwa curse)

-Garroth Ro'meave-

• 6 '0

• 24 at the start of Mcd

• When he ran away, he died his hair a browner tone and by the time of the events of Mcd the brown is fading out

• Freckles

• Has three scars on his face.

• Sort of has a mullet it sticks out of his helmet

• speaking of Helmet, he has helmet hair most of the time

• built like a tank

• Artist

• His pride gets in the way of his thinking quite a-lot

• Gay

• Has a more square facial structure.

• Guilt haunts him

• Deeper voice

• Temper issue

• Knows how to play the guitar

• Absolute hot mess

• Terrified to grow facial hair

• Gets shocked on how other people grew up, a-lot

• Knew Lucinda before everyone else met her

• Cats are his favorite animals

• Malik( Levin's father) is his Uncle

-Dante Ashida-

• Takes Nana's last name when he marries her

• Tanner skin

• Brown eyes

• 19 at the start of Mcd

• 34 by season 2

• 4 '11 In season 1, not for long though because he gets a growth spurt and is 6 '0 in season 2

• Shy

• Love language is words of affirmation

• Incredibly well balanced and agile

• Has a difficult time speaking about his feelings

• Dante's fascial shape is softer

• Pansexual

• likes to crotchet

• favorite animal are bunnies

• He gets nostalgia over everything

• keeps a journal

• supersingly charming

• makes bracelets for friends

• Likes to try on bows with Nana

• Panics if he loses his wedding ring

• Long eyelashes

-Katelyn Ognista-

• 6'2

• 25 at the start of Mcd

• Well mannered unless angered

• Dusty blue eyes

• Olive skin tone

• Athletic body type

• straight hair type

• Katelyn's anger is explosive. She tries to keep it down but it only makes it worse

• She likes flowers

• Her grandma was one the only female influences in her life

• Can play the flute

• She gets nauseous easily

• Starts MCD with short hair

• heart facial structure

• Has a resting B face

• Not certain on her future

• Misses her family

• Hates the ocean

• Favorite animal is lizards

• covered in scars

• her love language is acts of service

-Aphmau/Aphra-

• First and foremost, her name is Aphra in my retelling(I don't know if my writing of Mcd is a rewrite or not so eh)of Mcd

• 5 '0

• 21 at the start of Mcd

• Curly hair

• builder

• carries a pickaxe around

• Talks to herself

• Has a poor sense of personal space

• Chubby

• Stubborn

• Has the Dairies rebirth marks

• Likes to make flower crowns

• Feels required to take care of everyone

• Loves peonies

• Animals tend to flock around her

• Find tiny things adorable

• Tries to see the good in people but over eventually she doesn't....

• Her favorite shade of purple is this dusty dark purple. she finds it calming

• Curious on romance but finds she has too many complications in her life to explore it

• likes cat buts loves her wolves

• Has a hard time sleeping, like there's something waiting for her there....

I'm only going to do those 5. A-lot of things are stuff of my writing/ Rewrite of Mcd. Which has many OCs and is even told through an Oc. If any one who read this post wants to read my Rewrite of Mcd, I might post it on Tumblr. Have a nice day everyday!

[axelthegreat101]

Masterlist ♡

Heyyaaa! My name is Axel, but you can call me Axe. My pronouns are Xe/Xem, and welcome to my blog! I’m a fanfic writer, and this is my masterlist and introduction so you can know a bit more about me.

Fandoms I write for:

The Bad Batch

Team Fortress 2

Wings of Fire

Deadpool

What I will write:

Head cannons

Oneshots

Character x Character

Angst

Fluff

NSFW head cannons

GN, male or enby reader

Polygamous hcs

What I won’t write:

Full on smut

SH or SA of any kind (I want this blog to be friendly to everyone)

Female reader ( not comfortable with writing that)

OC x Character (I want the people who read to feel included, specific oc requests kind of make it difficult to do that)

general no no list (weird fetishes, just general gross stuff that would make anybody read it go "what the actual fuck" )

Important!! Please read!

I have every right to ignore/delete your request. Please don’t pester me with requests. I will try to write them but I can’t keep up with multiple requests at once. My writing is a side hobby and I am busy with my personal life.

I will not write any requests that make me uncomfortable, or if it’s confusing to me.

Other than those things, feel free to request whenever you want. I look forward to hearing your requests!

-Axel

I also have a TF2 OC side blog, @spells-curses-and-coffee

also here’s a picture of my cat. =]

DNI: Kink blogs, pro ship, MAPs, TERFs, radfems, transphobes, queerphobes, ableists, sexists, racists, pro-Israel, and anyone who thinks aro and/or ace people aren't valid

My Straw page :)

[illarian-rambling]

Thanks for the tags @moltenwrites and @katenewmanwrites!

OC Questionaire

My questions:

1. Do you have a favorite song?

2. If you use a weapon, what do you use? If you don’t, what would your ideal weapon be?

3. Where is your favorite place in the world?

4. What would you do if your enemy asked for help?

5. Would you ask your enemy for help?

6. Do you act on impulse, or do you think before you act?

Oh boy, let's get some Captain Faalgun up in here!

1. Do you have a favorite song?

Yes, actually! Jalee's Respite is an old sailors' ballad about an inn on Hal'lah run by a heartbroken former pirate who had to kill her lover when he tried to turn her and her crew in. After such a terrible thing, she retired from the business, but still kept her lover's old sword hung over the bar. It's a really beautiful song. I know all the words, if you'll believe me.

2. If you use a weapon, what do you use? If you don’t, what would your ideal weapon be?

I'm not exactly the fighting type. I'm handy with a cutlass and can aim a hand-cannon decently enough, don't get me wrong, it's just not easy to wade into the fray of battle when you're three feet tall. Leave the fancy flying to me, and I'll get you close enough to board the enemy vessel. Just don't expect me to rush across the gap with you.

3. Where is your favorite place in the world?

Uh.... Probably at the helm of a ship. That's where I feel the most in control of my life.

(He's partly lying. He also loves going to casinos, but is ashamed of that.)

4. What would you do if your enemy asked for help?

I... can't honestly say I have any enemies. There are people I don't like, sure, but I would rather just avoid them than wish ill upon them. I supposed if I did have an enemy, I'd give them a hand so they would owe me in the future.

5. Would you ask your enemy for help?

If there were no other options, I suppose I would. Pride is cold comfort for a corpse.

6. Do you act on impulse, or do you think before you act?

I try to think before I act, but... sometimes I just can't help it. I get to this place in my mind where all that exists is hunger for the thrill. It makes me reckless. Sometimes, that works out. Oftentimes, it doesn't. When I make plans, I try to account for my own shortcomings.

I'll tag @sableglass @evilgabe29 @ramwritblr @teethcrunchrr and anyone else who wants to play :)

Your questions:

What's your stance on drugs?

Would you want to be a ghost after death?

What could you go to the Olympics for? (It doesn't have to be a sport)

[saltyr3mix]

wiatt nicholson head canons plz

ok. Wiatt is very similar to Damien to me. In the sense of oh boy, I hate writing this character so much. It's a quartet of Damien, Norman, lewis and Wiatt. Hate all of them/j they each have their ups and downs. Mainly downs but like- Lewis is by far the easiest of the group but still so far behind the others in terms of effort to write. Especially when paired with Wiatt. TGE ONLY TIME IVE EVER WRITTEN WIGHLIGHT AND WAS SATISFIED WITH IT WAS THAT ONE LIKE 10 LINE SCENE IN FEBRUARY 4TH WHERE THEY APOLOGIZE TO EACH OTHER. IT IS MY GREATEST FLAW. I CANT WRITE WILIGHT AND IT HAUNTS ME-

but this isn't about them! Just Wiatt! So let's get started on it!

To learn from the tragedies: he's do stressed. Let's this guy be. He just wants to help his boyfriend but also doesn't have a clue what's going on. He thinks he knows everything. He doesnt. At all. He's sort of the main focus of book one but is a lot more background in book 2, which focuses more on Sara. Both of them are technically going through the same thing but because Sara was the villain is treated a lot differently. I sometimes think about what would have happened if lewis hadn't explained things to Waitt. And instead he and Sara teamed up to get answers and everything would have been fine. But no, lewis is far too dramatic for that.

Shattered dreams: he dies. womp womp. Does become Guide! (Gaslight. Useless. Idiot. Dead. Employee) But I think I'll talk about him more in the Oc au because I think despite it being nearly the same situation he's more interesting there.

One shots/you'll live until I die: I thinkkkkk her appears like once in yluid and it's like- the least relevant scene in the fic i was just trying to even out the perspectives. But in that and other one shots he's sort of just a mechanic. Almost never more apparent than that. Try to keep it close to cannon, he likes helping people but tends to mess it up a lot but never enough to be fully blamed for it.

I will make them create my world: don't. Don't talk me. I- I'll figure it out! (Has over 10k of scrapped shit THAT US JUST HIM. The reason there hasn't been a new chapter since February is Because of that man and how hard he is to write and plan)

Buried masks: I think I've made a few post on him but he stays outside the basement because Sara doesn't like him. He helps Damien with his investigation and is highly suspicious of Sara. Eventually he does get more involved for a big event! But that is major spoilers :3

Swap au/skating in silence: he plays Norman here! Which I find very interesting. Not interesting enough to have concrete ideas for it but enough that if given the chance i could see myself exploring. Wiatts like main thing is he feels worth through helping others. And by directly helping Lewis he'd really enjoy the job. If lewis was different from Sara and still have him praise and carted about him it would honestly create a more toxic relationship than canon because Wiatt would be left clinging for Lewis's validation and willing to go very, very far for it.

Superhero au: he's chill. Doesn't have any powers. Is a reporter and a hero stan. Untilllll things start happening and lewis is sobbing in his apartment because he's having to deal with some very traumatized kids, and half their trauma may have accidentally been his fault and he knows the heros are all a massive lie and starts giving wiatt info about some of the more horrible things the organization has done and wiatt starts a character arc of now speaking against the hero system and trying to in mask it for what it is! Mostly he just appears in the background, he's sort of the symbol of the general public, being powerless and living a mostly normal life.

Steven universe au: he lives in his car as a photographer. He enjoys life and specifically lifes mysteries and the unnatural. He fines this fenced of beach that has been rumered to be haunted after a man died mysteriously several years ago. Wiatt never followed the rules and climbs over because the view from that clean of a beach must be stunning!

And bam! Rock Aliens. They all scare each other but wiatt has a camera and the aliens don't know what that is and they think it's a weapon. They explain they didn't mean to bother and humans and Wiatts like oh wait their really sweet. And he's friends with them now!!! He gives everyone their more human names and let's them experience life. So far he's the only human that doesn't get experimented on so that's good for him. He is a little overwhelmed by dating a space dictator that fake killed himself but it's ok, he'll figure it out.

Maze au: he's human. Don't know how he got in the maze. I can imagine him playing a role similar to Kyle in the sense of like, he's here to help and try his best not to get into anything but is not going to sit around. He's probably a runner. Not a very good one. Maybe he stays in the back and makes maps. He and Oliver team up to make most of the clearings.... Everything. They make weapons and tools and supplies and help build housing and food they are the progressives. They make sure the clearing is constantly improving.

Oc au: he dies! Not to litho though cause we accidentally took him out. Instead he dies to jot! In a....messy scene. Both because there was a lot of blood and two it was written late at night and neither of us really knew where we wanted it to go only that wiatt needed to be dead by the end of it. So mans got straight up beat. Joy crushed this dude with her bare hands. The virus actually took out two....well killed two people by technicality it knock loli out for a good while but she's fine now! Yeah, we made it slightly more deadly just for fun. And now Wiatt is a tour guide with amnesia! He loves the company and works mostly in the lobby with Dot. Star also had his memories erased in this au.

Instead the whole what about love speech, was joy about carly. Which Winnie being already connected to Carly made it a lot easier and so roller gays are doing fantastic and wighlight is struggling.

We have yet for star and guide to interact but I'm looking for to when they do!

that should be ittttttt. He plays a background character in most of the aus. So not a ton to say.

Thank you for the ask!!

[obislittleone]

The Winner Takes It All

Episode 8

Pairing: Finnick Odair x Tribute(OC)!Reader

Chapter Warnings: Anxiety, canon typical violence... like, a lot of it. Death, mentions of gore and vivid scenes of blood. Drowning, mentions of water consumption (not in a good way)

Chapter Summary: The hours after the bloodbath are a bit easier, but still nerve wracking for not only the tributes within the arena, but also their mentors who are watching from the winner's circle on a big screen.

Word Count: 3.8k

this is going to get so much worse and I am so not sorry

“First year I’ve actually gotten lucky.” “And the fact that they aren’t even careers is astound-” She cut herself off, looking past him to the screen he’d been watching all day. Her eyes narrowed and she looked confused. “What the hell?” 

Finnick hasn’t left the couch for hours. He knows without question that you’re alive, and that your allies have your back… but he can’t move his eyes from the screen. Every time they cut away from the career pack to focus on other tributes, he holds his breath. He only lets it out again when you and Lukas are on screen. As much as he hopes Lukas won’t win it all, he is relying on him to stay alive until the last possible second. He knows it’s selfish, and it’s cruel. He knows that Lukas is a great tribute and deserves to win as much as anyone else, but he also knows that he won’t be the same if you don’t win. Deep down he knows that this feeling he has is nonsense, and your life will probably end with the boom of cannon-fire and your picture in the sky. 

Johanna circled the couch and sat down, having already lost a tribute, she’s trying her best not to scream in the face of the first person she sees. She hates everyone and everything in the Capitol, and rightfully so. All she wants is to go home and stop watching these games. She knows her tribute will die, she just knows it. Still, she finds interest in the way Finnick keeps his eyes glued to the TV. This man before her is not the one she’s heard so many stories about. The one who pushes kids into the arena with basic knowledge of the games, refusing to get close to them and instead just reaping the glory of his own games with every visit he makes to the Capitol. This can’t be the wondrous and mighty Finnick Odair, youngest winner of the hunger games there has ever been. 

“They’re fine, you know,” she said nonchalantly, looking at how they traveled across the rainforest grounds, cutting at trees and branches to get through the muggy place. It had already rained twice since the games began, and you looked soaked to the brim. Water had been an easy find for the reason of the rain, but now viable shelter was the most important. The career pack was searching for a cave to hunker down inside, just for the night. They would pursue the other tributes in the morning. 

Truth be told, even though the careers had the highest kill count, the other tributes had gained some ground as well. The boy from eleven killed both the kids from ten, and the girl from seven had been attacked by but then defeated the girl from five. 

In total there were thirteen tributes remaining. 

“I know,” he said, unwilling to elaborate further, but also unwilling to look away for even a moment. It’s getting late, and he knows that he has to leave for his room soon, but he wants to stay here as long as he can, keep his eyes on the bigger screen until he’s certain nothing is going to happen. 

“You’re nothing like what I’ve heard about you.”

His interest was piqued, but not enough to turn away, he simply furrowed his brow and asked her. 

“How so?” 

She scoffed, as if it weren’t obvious. He knows he’s different this year than last, but he refuses to acknowledge it to another person. She’s new, the latest victor, she doesn’t know anything about him except for second hand accounts. 

“To put it plainly, you’re not as arrogant, selfish or entertaining as people say,” the slanted smile she wore was the first thing Finnick saw in hours after finally looking away from the screen. He didn’t think those words were quite right, but he understood why they were the choice words of anyone who had known him. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t live up to your expectation,” he replied, his tone sarcastic but still voiced his intrigue. He’d never seen himself from the point of view of an onlooker, probably because he didn’t care to be one until now. He was the center of every social circle in the victor’s lineup. Ever since he won. When he was young, people were just amazed by his skill to win at the age he was, as he grew older, they became enraptured with the way he grew into his divine beauty… but now, he’s the loner in a large room, sitting on the smallest couch in the dimmest corner and watching the hunger games on the screen. 

“I was even intimidated to talk to you last night, I thought you might be an ass or something.”

At this he laughed. He may have been a bit full of himself, but an ass? He felt that went just a bit too far. 

“I don’t think I was ever an ass,” he defended. She couldn’t help but give him a surprised look. Maybe he hasn’t heard everything they say about him. To her, he definitely sounded like an ass. “I know I’ve earned myself a… particular reputation.”

“What changed? Why is the mysterious and handsome center of attention over here all by himself, and so suddenly?”

He shrugged loosely, looking down at the empty glass he’d not had refilled in several hours. He’d been too glued to his spot since the bloodbath to care what kind of service he was getting. Not like he needed it, anyway. 

“Just hoping for a different outcome this year,” he let out, his tone monotonous and solemn. He wants his victor, but it has to be his prized tribute. 

“Well, the odds are in your favor... Both of your tributes are spectacular,” she scoffed after very clearly enunciating her last word, her sarcasm and envy dripping from every other one. She’d already lost a tribute. She’s new here, that was her first loss, but it would not be her last. She was certain that her other tribute would not win these games… especially not with Finnick’s dazzling pair standing in the way.

“First year I’ve actually gotten lucky.”

“And the fact that they aren’t even careers is astound-” She cut herself off, looking past him to the screen he’d been watching all day. Her eyes narrowed and she looked confused. “What the hell?” 

Finnick turned back immediately, his heart dropping into the pit of his stomach as soon as he viewed the scene. His tributes and the rest of the career pack had finally found a cavern… but within the depths was a freshwater spring, probably deep enough to drown in. This wouldn’t be so frightening if you hadn’t been ‘playfully’ shoved by a certain district one tribute, now splashing frantically in the water to keep your head above it. 

“Grab her, damnit,” he whispered to Lukas as if he were here, standing off of the couch to put himself closer to the action happening on screen. 

“What is she doing?” Johanna asked with great suspicion. Why was a district four kid like yourself struggling so badly to paddle back to the place you were pushed from? It didn’t make any sense. District four kids are practically swimming before they can even walk. 

Finnick was breathing harshly, his hands balling into fists at his sides and his jaw clenching. He completely disregarded Johanna at this moment, because she wasn’t the one drowning. 

Seeing Lukas take the time to take off all the gear he was carrying before jumping in after her was nerve wracking, but in the end, he pulled her out, and she was okay. Lukas had technically done the right thing, as now the rations and supplies are still intact and will last them far longer than if he’d jumped in with everything.

“Finnick?” 

He turned to see not just Johanna, but several other victors standing behind him. They all looked just as confused and a bit angry at the situation. How did someone like you, from district four, no less, get a perfect score… and you couldn’t even do the most basic thing that those from your district thrive on?

“Your tribute, she-”

“Can’t swim.” He filled them in. It was pretty obvious, but he didn’t want to wait for anyone else to say it, along with their foolish remarks about how ridiculous it was, or how crazy you'd be for not trying to learn. He’d already had those thoughts, and they were destructive. He didn’t need to hear them again from those who didn’t know anything else about you. “Tried to work with her, but it didn’t seem to stick. 

He lifted up his glass in the air, claiming everyone’s attention to the small object, before leaving it on the counter across from him as he stepped past everyone and left the room. There was a screen at the mentor’s center, he could watch from there. No need to be bothered with all of this nonsense and possible backlash.

-

“It’s nice and spacious here, we could set up our own community,” Freeda joked, her laughter of herself filling the cave with echoes as the rest of the group followed in. 

“Hey guys look here,” Copeline looked up at a hole in the cavern ceiling, the light pouring into the stone walls to reveal a pool underneath it. The depths looked tauntingly large, but you wanted to see about it anyway. 

You took your turn glancing at it, the color was quite pretty in contrast to the muddy puddles outside from the constant rain. Water seemed to follow you, now. No use in hiding from it, even in a cavern. 

“District four loves to swim right?” Estelle asked Lukas, nodding her head towards the pool. Lukas was told to play along. Even if your allies were to ask you, you were to lie and say you could swim. Lukas didn’t know any better of her plans, so he smiled confidently and nodded. 

“That we do.” was his response. 

She hummed to herself, cocking her head to the side, and lunging forward to tap the back of her elbow to you, not hard enough to cause harmful suspicion, but enough to look playful. You fell in for how much you were leaning, and the water instantly took you over.

You clawed at the surface, wishing it was solid enough that you could grab it and hoist yourself up. The struggle became worse when you realized your backpack full of ropes and supplies was weighing you down. You’d have to lose it in order to paddle high enough. It slipped from your shoulders, sinking into the abyss, but you still couldn’t get up. It was like this water worked as gravity, trying it’s best to hold you in place. 

The panic set in when you got deep enough to not see the sunlight as clearly. Maybe the sun was behind a cloud, but you weren’t thinking that rationally right now. You were almost sure that this is how it would end. A tragic death that you deserved for the lie you told, and that fact that it was the very thing that got you here. A watery grave, and a regret of something but you didn’t know what. A feeling, a someone, a particular hole in your chest that something was missing, but under the water you couldn’t put your finger on it.

You succumbed to the way the water seemed to pull you under, feeling that it wasn’t as bad as being murdered by another person. Death by natural causes was at least decently justifiable. Your mother would have an easier time hearing that you’d drowned than if you were stabbed or shot or strangled or whatever else they thought to do. 

Your eyes closed and you let go of your breath, about to inhale the water before Lukas’ arms wrapped around you under your arms, pulling you quickly to the top of the pool and out of it. 

You coughed up the water from your mouth, breathing harshly to intake oxygen as quickly as you could. Lukas stayed knelt beside you, hand on your shoulder to help you calm down a bit. You were instantly met with the sound of echoing whispers, but no one had the courage to actually speak up yet about what they just saw. 

“Are you okay?” Lukas leaned down into your eyeline, watching you still struggle to sit back from your hands and knees. 

“I’ll be f-fine.”

He helped you to stand, feeling the shaking sensation within your muscles. It was wild how only a two minute time span could make you feel so scared. So anxious and so helpless. 

“You good, Mercy?” 

You looked up and saw that out of the other four tributes, Rodey was the most concerned. His voice reverberating off the cavern walls nearly startled you if not for the kind gaze his eyes settled you with. 

You nodded to him, tucking in on yourself for how cold it was in here, especially having just taken an unforeseen swim in a rather chilled spring of water. 

He immediately dug into his pack and pulled out one of the thermal blankets, stepping forward to wrap it around your shoulders. It was a sweet gesture, but the feeling of the warm blanket sticking to your wet skin made it all the more uncomfortable. The other three tributes looked peeved. Not angry per se, but not at all pleased.

“Is someone gonna explain, or do we just pretend it didn’t happen?” Copelin looked to Lukas for the answers. It seemed he had them, it seemed he knew everything. They had wordlessly appointed him as the leader of the pack, and it felt like he should be able to tell them the truth. 

“I think it’s pretty obvious, guys,” Estelle chuckled, her taunt deviously infiltrating the air as she prepared to make her claim. “The mermaid, here, can't swim.”

“Look, I know what you guys are thinking but it’s not what it looks like.” 

Lukas was prepared to make a defense, about how there was a tragic backstory and you were traumatized by water and how all these years you never wanted to set foot in it… but the truth had already been told. You didn’t care for a defense. 

“It’s exactly w-what it looks l-like,” you turned to Lukas, sighing out your words in a scrambled manner. The look in your eye told him not to beat around the bush or keep the act up. They all knew, and lying would make them even harder to reason with. They already had lost partial trust in you. 

“But it’s not,” he kept on, his look to you pleading, and as he turned to the other tributes, he had a stoic expression when he continued. “We were going to tell you, but our mentor made us keep it a secret.”

At that, the tributes looked at each other, and you looked at Lukas. That didn’t really make any sense. 

“Your mentor is Finnick Odair, right?” Freeda finally peeped up, the confusion in her tone almost completely overshadowed by her curiosity. You nodded your head. Mags was your mentor, too. Her being of older age and not winning her games by brute or skill, people didn’t really see her as much of a mentoring type. She scoffed at your visual response. “Figures.”

“He must really be tired of losing,” Copelin added. 

Estelle couldn’t believe what she was hearing. 

“So what? Do we just let this go? They lied to us, and we’re not going to say anything else?” Her sass was attention drawing, and though there was lesser light in the corner of the cave she stood in, you saw it. The glint of jealousy and anger in her eye. She’d known. She had to have. That's why she pushed you. 

“It’s not their fault, they were just doing what they were told.” 

The flames in her eyes were far too much to handle, and you tried to avoid them, but they sucked you in, telling you a story. 

She’d been watching the first night in the pool, on the first floor across from the wing in which the tribute apartments for her district were. She’d been curious, but what she found was far more than anything she expected. How personal the time was, spent swimming late at night, for hours with a mentor. It was not prohibited, but it walked a fine line, she would say.

“They might be lying to us about something else, too. I’m not going to stick around and find out what that is,” she waved them all off, grabbing her pack from where she set it on the ground, and went to the opening of the cave. 

“Estelle, wait. There's still three dangerous tributes alive, do you really want to go out on your own?” Rodey tried to stop her, but her mind had been made up. Every time she looked at you it was cemented in her thoughts over and again. 

“I’ll take my chances,” she threw a nasty look in his direction before stomping off into the rainforest, the leaves still damp from the previous rain. With the sun getting lower, it was going to be easier to sneak across the arena without being caught. The remaining tributes likely were settling in if they were able to find shelter. 

Everyone went back inside the cave after she’d left, and it was then time to eat. 

-

Lukas and Copelin have stepped outside of the cave to watch the fallen tributes ceremony that night. Eleven fallen in the first day, the boy from three, both tributes from five, both tributes from six, the boy from seven, the girl from eight, the boy from nine, the boy from ten, and the girl from eleven. 

They had less to worry about, but it didn’t exactly ease their minds. The boy from eleven was still alive, and probably responsible for the kills not committed by the career pack. The girl from seven wasn’t exactly something to pass by, either. 

They went inside and gave the news, but by the time that they had, You and Freeda were passed out asleep, Rodey sitting against the wall by the makeshift fire they had started. It wasn’t anything big, as the smoke only had a little room to escape through the hole in the cavern ceiling… but it would keep you all warm, and it would help to dry your clothes. 

“She didn’t exactly rest well last night,” Copelin explained, leaning against the stone wall and sliding down to sit against it. “I don’t imagine she did, either.”

Lukas nodded, sweeping the hair away from your face to see that you were indeed sleeping peacefully. He didn’t think you’d be able to in a place like this, but he was happy to be proven wrong. Maybe it was because, at least for the time being��� you were safe.

“She had these… dark circles, under her eyes. She doesn’t usually have those,” Lukas explained, looking back to the other boys. They seemed to be amused with his treatment of you. 

“You got a thing for her?” Copelin asked, because lately he noticed his protective side of the girl from his district. Lukas had volunteered, but she had been reaped. They weren’t careers, but they seemed to know each other well before this ever happened. 

“No, I uh…” he struggled, the thought having to be shaken from his head at just the premise. He didn’t feel that way about you, but he did love you another way. “She’s my best friend, I’ve known her a long time.”

“You think she’s pretty though,” Rodey piped up, a bit of laughter under her words. It was all light and airy and made to be comical with him. He would never allow a dull moment, it seemed. 

“Yeah, I mean-” Lukas stumbled to find his words, not able to get them out at first because of how poor the last ones sounded. “I think she’s gorgeous, y’know? But I just don’t really think that we would ever…”

His trail of words was purposeful, but the others liked teasing him, and pushed for more. 

“That you would ever…?” 

Lukas didn’t like where this conversation was heading, so he shut it down the only way he knew how. 

“Look, even if we did feel that way about each other, there’s really no point in thinking about it, is there?” 

It was the first grim thing he’d said since entering the arena, and it sent a shiver down the spines of both boys. It didn’t matter if he had a thing for you. It didn’t matter if any of them did. It didn’t matter if they all wanted to remain friends, and it didn’t matter that they were all chummy together, even now. They would all be dead by the end of the week, all but one. 

“Well, I don’t know about you, but if I have to die, I’m gonna do it on my own terms, having said the things I want to say,” Rodey replied. It seemed strange to phrase things the way he just did, especially since he’s already in the arena, practically having signed his own death warrant by volunteering. “Maybe you don’t like her, but I do.”

Lukas furrowed his brows at this. The kid had known you for maybe four days, but somehow this was his grand revelation. He’d begun to like the female tribute from district four, knowing that they both couldn’t possibly survive. Quite logical.

“You can’t tell her that,” he said sorrowfully. 

“What? Why not? You just said it yourself, you’re not into her.”

“Because then she might like you back,” Lukas didn’t know how to phrase it, so it came out all wrong, but Rodey didn’t take offense, he just waited for the sentence to be rectified. “It’s cruel to tell her that. She’s had a hard time, alright? She never had guys interested in her for a lot of reasons. If you tell her now, she’ll cling to you until she realizes you both aren’t getting out of here.”

“Should the fact that I like her tell you that I’m willing to protect her?” Rodey proposed, but Lukas came back quickly with a counter response. 

“Are you willing to die for her?” And at that, Rodey turned silent, dropping his head to the ground. Everyone here has to come to terms with the fact that they might not be the victor, and that they might succumb to their doom… but careers are different. They are raised to be champions. They don’t want to have to think that they won’t be the survivors. “That’s what I thought.”

Rodey shook off the conversation, laying down and turning away from the other two that were still awake. They could take the first watch, he’d be fine to sleep while he was tired. They had good cover, it was unlikely that they would need to be ready for an ambush, anyways. Unless, of course, Estelle had a mind to betray them. They would definitely have to leave in the morning, there was less chance of her selling out their hideout that way. 

Lukas woke you up several hours later, and yourself and Freeda took the next watch until morning. 

-

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[litnerdwrites]

I wasn't really sure how to end this one, so it feels much more abrupt than I would've wanted. I considered trying to write smut, but decided to leave it on this one. Perhaps I'll make this a mini series too? Wdyt? Otherwise, I really enjoyed writing for Sloth. I had so many ideas, and places I wanted to take this, but I think this is the one that fit Eleanor the best. Should I continue writing for KOTW after Prince of Sin week? If so, who would you want me to write for? @princeofsinweek

Day 6: Sloth/For Research

For research purposes - Sloth x OC

WC:1,899

TW: Um, some kinda sexual innuendoes, but nothing beyond cannon typical.

“For research purposes, huh?” Eleanor grins up at him, as Lo lazily rakes his hand through her hair. 

“Is there a problem with that?” he drawls, peeking over the top of her book to look at her, a brow raised. 

Eleanor met his gaze with her own half lidded stare, a slow smile spreading across her own face. She’d been Lo’s personal research assistant for several decades at this point, though, deep down, they both knew it was more of an excuse than an actual position. There were plenty of demons who were just as, if not more, qualified to assist him in researching whatever topic had grabbed his interest. However, it was clear to everyone that no matter how much Lo denied that he was playing favorites… He was playing favorites. 

Something Lust took immense pleasure in teasing him for.

“Not at all. I’m just curious as to what exactly it is that you’re researching, your highness,” 

Sloth took his sweet time studying her, eyes searching her own before he dragged them to her round breasts, down her narrow waist, to where her hands lay folded over her flat tummy. Eleanor’s eyes narrowed half-heartedly, as she tracked his gaze, clenching her thighs together as under his careful eye. 

“That’s nothing you need to be concerned about, Eli. Just focus on following my orders so that I can complete my research,” he chides, gently. 

She merely rolls her eyes. 

“Might I, at least, look over this research of yours when it’s completed, your highness? You know how I love to read over your discoveries,”  

“Perhaps, if you behave and keep quiet while I work, I might consider it” 

“And if I don’t?” 

“Then I should have to find a way to keep your mouth occupied that doesn’t include speaking,” 

Eleanor’s eyes sparkle at the challenge.

“Oh my, look at you being so salacious. I’m sure your brother would just pass out from joy should he find out,” she smiles innocently. 

Lo’s eyes narrow, but before he could respond, however, a knock sounds at the door. 

Eleanor shoots up from her position, moving to stand on silent feet and pulling a small stack of books that Lo had already read and discarded into her arms. She can feel the Prince’s displeasure, but pretends not to notice as she mov to put the books away.

“Enter,” Lo drawls. 

“Pardon the intrusion, your highness,” curtsies a slimmer, red haired demon as she enters.

“Did you need something, Aurora?” Lo asks, his displeasure palpable.

Eleanor listens from behind the stacks, frowning as she puts the books away. As much as she enjoyed spending her days researching with Lo, and lazing about as she read romances to her heart’s content, she was still adjusting to being part of a demonic court. Well… More so adjusting to being part of a court, she supposed. 

Years spent living in relative solitude living in the Shadow Realm had left her preferring her own solitude as opposed to being around lots of people, and while House Sloth was relatively quiet, being that it’s essentially a giant library, she attracted a lot of unwanted attention. Mostly due to Princess Vittoria’s fixation on the  particular corner of The Underworld from which she hailed. She remembered when she first arrived here, wanting nothing more than to curl up, into a ball and disappear. She probably would have, had it not been for Lo’s warning about revealing her fears. 

It was Lo who somehow managed to ease every fear and anxiety. It was he who had quickly understood when she was becoming overwhelmed, and helped her escape the situation. He was the one who made her his personal research assistant, in part, after he spent an entire night talking with her about the books they read, what genres she enjoyed and answering questions about their respective homes. Sloth had respected every boundary, while gently encouraging her to test her own limits from time to time, as she  accompanied him to visit his brothers, discuss court matters, or even attend a party or two. Although, that last once became less frequent after Lust made his desire for her known, to get under his brother’s skin, if nothing else. 

Eleanor put the books away in silence, her simple, blue gown trailing behind her, while her mind raced with thoughts about when she got here, and the comfort that she often found in her Prince’s presence. Although, she also knew that there were others who were vying for his affections as well, and while none of his past relationships had ended negatively, from what she heard, she wondered if that their relationship, be it romantic or not, would be the exception. She was learning that she was the exception to many rules, in regards to the Prince of Sloth, so naturally, she worried she would have to be the exception in ways that she did not like, as well. 

That thought terrified her. 

Enough so that she had to fight to keep the tears from falling.

This was ridiculous. Nothing had even happened yet. They had no romantic relationship, yet she already grieved what might not even happen? 

Or perhaps it was more so fear of losing her home?

“-li!”

But then, would House Sloth be home without its Prince?

Would she find that same comfort here, if it weren’t for Lo? 

“El-” 

She tried to tell herself ‘yes’. That she might have made a home here if not for Lo, then her own love of books.

“Eleanor!” 

She jumped, dropping the books in her hands to the ground.

“I-I- Sorry! I got scared! I’ll be more careful!” she got out, while moving to pick up the books. 

A hand reached out and grabbed one before she could. 

Her eyes snapped up, only to see Lo kneeling in front of her, book in hand. 

“I-” 

He hushed her, gently reaching out to wipe a tear she hadn’t even realized was falling.

“What happened?” 

“Huh?” 

“You’re crying,” he gently points out, “What happened?”

“I- I don’t-” 

“Shh, easy. Just calm down,” he whispers, leaning forward to pull her into his arms, “Just relax, and when you’re ready, tell me what happened,”

Eleanor only nodded, sniffling into his chest, letting the tears fall. Sloth’s hand rubbed gently, up and down her back, while he left gentle kisses on her temple every so often. She wasn’t sure how long they stayed like that, but she’d almost fallen asleep to the beat of his heart against her ear by the time she realized that she’d calmed down. 

“Do you want to tell me what happened?” Lo asks gently.

“I- I was thinking,” she managed to get out, “I was thinking, and then it just started spiraling, and then I couldn’t help but think about how this place is my home, and I might lose it one day,” 

Lo’s hand freezes, and she can feel his eyes snap to her, but she didn’t meet his gaze. If she did, she wondered if he’d confirm her suspicions, or tell her how stupid those thoughts were, and that they’d never happen. She wondered if he’d see her as more trouble than she’s worth, or if he’d scold her for entertaining such ideas. Perhaps the prince would sternly remind her of the danger of keeping secrets, or perhaps he’d comfort her, and tell her how she was wrong about-

“That’s okay,” 

Her head jolts up and she meets his icy gaze, only to be caught off guard by the warmth, as well as something else. Something she couldn’t quite place.

“W-What?” 

“That’s okay. It’s not your fault your thoughts ran wild, and it seems like it was quite exhausting,” 

She blinked up at him. 

“You- aren’t you upset? Or going to tell me they’re wrong?” 

“I could. That wouldn’t solve the root of the issue, though. Besides, whatever you think or feel is completely valid,” he shrugs, glancing away.  

Eleanor sniffles, still taking in his words.

“But I-” 

“What do you need?” he cuts her off, glancing back, his gaze soft. 

“I- I don’t know,” 

Sloth hummed, but didn't push. Instead. He scooped her into his arms, squirming, and walked back to the couch they were using earlier. 

“Would you like to go back to conducting research?” 

The question silenced any protests. Instead, Eli watched him skeptically. 

“Will you actually tell me what it is you're researching?” 

“Perhaps, dove,” 

Eleanor narrowed her eyes, even as something fluttered in her chest at the nickname. 

“Perhaps?” 

Sloth gave her a slow grin, before he plopped down, with Eli in his lap. One arm moved to circle her waist, while the other wrapped around to press her head to his shoulder before he pressed a kiss to her temple. Eleanor had assumed Lo would grab his book and continue to read while she was situated on his lap. Only, he didn’t. He didn’t pull away at all. Sloth didn’t even reach for a book. Lo merely kept her there, cuddling her close and kissing her periodically, like they had been earlier. 

“House Sloth is your home,” he murmurs, “You’ll never lose it, and I’m willing to prove that to you,” 

“I already know that. Those thoughts are just my mind spiraling,” she assured him. 

“I still want to make it known. Not just to you, but to everyone,”

“Wha-” 

“Be mine.” 

“Wha-” 

“Be. Mine.” 

Eli stared at him, having just been cut off twice. 

“Be… Yours…?” 

“I’ve been researching ways to ease anxieties, and my findings show that some people prefer physical comfort, while others prefer space, or words of affirmation. I’ve also been studying which ones are most beneficial to you,” he explained, and her eyes widen, “So even-”

It was Eli’s turn to cut him off. 

“Hold on- hold on- hold on! So all those times I layed in your lap, or gave you a hug, or let you braid my hair, was to-”

“Was it to research ways to ease your own anxieties? Yes,” Lo responded calmly, leaning down to press a kiss to her cheek. 

Eli nods slowly, still taking it in. 

“And now you want-” 

“For you to be mine? My lover, my princess, my partner. All of it,” Sloth smiles.

“Are you sure your last visit to Prince Greed didn’t leave a lasting impression?” Eleanor giggled. 

Lo rolled his eyes and leaned forward, as though to plant another kiss to her cheek, only to nip at her ear at the last moment. Eli squealed, pure delight and surprise radiated from her. 

“Perhaps I should find a way to quiet you after all,” 

“How could you say that to your lover,” Eli huffs.

Sloth’s eyes widened, and for a moment, Eli swore that some unknown feeling sparked in them at her acceptance. Followed by his lips twitching upward. 

“So you-” 

“Yes. I’d love nothing more than to be yours, Lo,” Eleanor smiled.

Lo pressed several lazy kisses to her face, ending with one, right on her lips. He moved one hand to her head, to rake it through her raven hair, much like he had been doing earlier. The gesture sent a soothing sensation through her, one that calmed whatever remained of her frayed nerves. Eleanor’s eyes widened, before she pulled back to look at him, a brow raised.  

“So it really was-” 

“It really was for research purposes,” he chuckled.

[butimnogirlstoy]

Alright alright, let's get this over with.

★I ain't from here, but this ain't my first rodeo on the internet ☾Call me Julius, Kitty, or Voltaire! ♥︎They/Them, Ze/Zim, Xe/Xer pronouns are default. He/Him is the newest update! Check it out.

-Pronouns/Neopronouns I'll accept are: Toon/Toons/Toonself, Zir/Zer/Zeirs, and Ey/Em/Eirs ☀︎AroAce, Genderfluid in various ways, and xenogender user; my gender is beyond my understanding. ★Therian, Fictionkin/Toonian, Otherkin, and generally a shapeshifter! I am simply not human in any way, and have many forms in all levels, besides physical. Sometimes. ☾Know how I mentioned being a shapeshifter? Well, that includes my age. I'm an older teen, but I sometimes feel younger, around pre-teen age. Y'all probably won't ever notice this, but just a heads up!

☻This is a safe space for people of all minorities! LGBTQIA+, neurodivergency, otherkin, etc.

☻I generally don't care if you ship yourself, or a character/OC with Julius. Or with my OC's in general! I love shipping.

☻I don't care for tone tags. 9 out of 10 times I'll understand the undertones. However, if I respond in a way you weren't expecting, I likely didn't understand your message/comment!

☹︎However, I do not tolerate discrimination. You don't have to understand someone to be a decent person to them. So please, racists, ableists, homo/transphobes, etcetera...Leave.

☹︎While I'm Julius and a part of the Disney franchise, don't automatically assume a random Mickey or Oswald Toonian/Fictionkin is my friends/brothers! Or that I'm dating someone based on Cannon or Fannon media. I doubt I need to specify anything else since Alice Comedies are as unknown as ever.

☹︎Remember that the stories I write and art I present are not depictions of what I believe. This is heavy with Julius! Remember, if he's not drawn as my Toonian self, then that is him as a character ina story, not a representation of me.

☹︎This blog isn't the most family-friendly; or at least, will contain disturbing content. Nothing graphically suggestive.

☹︎Even if I don't mind shipping, understand others might not feel the same way; this is mostly to all my Toonian/Fictionkin pals that I'm close with

DNI As mentioned before, racists, homophobes, etc. ★ Extreme/Intense shippers with hateful opinions ★ Trauma-dumpers ★ TikTok Alts (The ones who think EVERY alt. subculture has politics) ★ TikTok Scene kids (The ones who think Scene kids need to be progressive to be scene kids) ★ TERFS ★ Sexists

This blog will contain art, links to animations, reposts, and just me being an idiot! As of making this I've been sick and woozy because of it, so I've been shit posting a ton.

As of now, my latest project has been Tooned Out! A story on forgotten, beloved, and new Toons banding together to solve a mystery. Check out my alt. blog, @toonedoutofficial for chapter updates, art, and general commentary!

Please keep in mind that I'm trying to figure myself out. This might stay the same, or change dramatically.

[maetheartist]

RESIDENT EVIL 4 REMAKE ROLEPLAY CALLOUT: REWRITTEN!

Hi I copy and pasted my last rp callout for Resident Evil 4, if you noticed, no you didn’t

Hi there! My name is Mae, pleasure to meet anyone who happens to come across this post- I am a young artist, hopping right back into Resident Evil 4 after the hype died down- yes, I joined last minute, I know… but I may or may have not gotten attached to a certain someone and am down horribly for- Major Krauser - AHEM. BUT ANYWAYS, I am looking for some people to rp with for the drama, romance and ships alike! I am dying to find fellow people who share my interests and are willing to hear me out on the concept ideas I made for Resident Evil 4! But nonetheless, let’s get right into it, ladies and gentlemen! :DD and yes, I rewrote my shit, new rules!

So here are the rules

Lets start off with requirements and rules!

Self-inserts are welcome!

Have a semiliterate writing style, proper grammar, and use quotations marks.

I roleplay on discord, I will not be role playing anywhere else.

Do not try and convince me to do anything that goes against what I have as my personal rules… if you are a decent human being, I humbly ask of you to please respect my boundaries, and I’ll respect yours!

If you want to have an rp… please send me a writing sample of yours so I can get an understanding of how you write, and see if I wanna work with it. It’s not required! But highly preferred and appreciated!

No…

No Mary Sues or Gary Sues, please, it is literally not any fun if your OC is too OP and has no weaknesses, just no, I will point it out in the RP if it Happens.

No Incest or Sexual Assault themes in role plays, a hard no.

No smut. If there is to be a smut scene in an rp, there will be a time skip to after the scene, no during it, no nada, only before and after scenes, I will NOT be writing two of our characters doing the nasty baby making ritual. 😭

No… but…

No Smut, definitely not… but suggestive and flirtatious dialogue is allowed! If there are to be any sexual scenes to happen, there will be time skips.

No controlling my OCs! but I can understand describing things like rain on their skin and certain pains they feel on their body.

No one sentence or very short replies… but I understand a small sentence or two, but don't do it the whole RP.

Do not keep the whole spotlight only to your character and their ship Partner, it is not Fair.

My writing style is Semi-literate, I prefer semi-literate writers over text talk writers unless it’s OCC.

Don’t what that is? Here!

Semi-Literate example:

The Moon goddess her lake from the bridge, sighing in contentment as she turned her attention to the moonlight reflecting the water’s surface with a soft gaze. "The best place to be for the silence is here..."

Text-talk example:

*Suijin looked at her confused* what do you mean? *She raised a brow*

Stuff I do and prefer!

I enjoy roleplaying fluff, romance, platonic relationships, action, and or comedic stuff!

I accept OC x Cannon, OC x OC and Cannon x Cannon ships! I also heavily encourage self-serts!

AUs are welcome! Though when I say AUs, I mean the fairly common ones like Yandere AU, Enemies to lovers AU, etc, etc. BUT! I’ll always be open to hearing out whatever you bring to the table!

Paragraphs? WHERE?!? Paragraphs are something I am absolutely down for, and I love them in roleplays! Especially when they are very detailed! I do em too and I would love it if someone else did as well!

If you know what Resident Evil 4 is all about… then you already know, violence and gore is definitely allowed, lol. Dark elements too, as long as they fit under the resident evil dark category.

Characters I’m able to play!

Leon S. Kennedy

Ashley Graham

Jack Krauser

Ramon Salazar

Luis Sierra

Bitores Mendez

Lord Saddler

Ada Wong

Ingrid Hunnigan

The Merchant

Characters I’d like you to play, if possible!

Jack Krauser (Top of my list because I’d very much would like to do an OC x Jack Krauser ship, lol)

Lord Saddler

Bitores Mendez

Ingrid Hunnigan

Ada Wong

The roles can be negotiated before an rp, we can switch stuff up depending n what you’d like to rp, I am flexible with who I play as! but I fear the only ship I will not be doing is Jack Krauser x Leon S Kennedy, I don’t know, it makes me uncomfortable as I see them with a Jim Hawkins and John Silver relationship, sorry! (I hope someone out there knows treasure planet to know what I mean.)

If you worry about getting responses back to me late- don’t get too worked up over it, we all have lives outside of the internet, and we just have to accept the fact that we can’t always be available! But do keep in mind that it’s good to let your friends online know that you may have to disappear for it bit, it also lets me know you’ll be busy for a bit! :D

If you want to RP with me, that’s great! I rp in Discord as it helps to organize everything, and if you’re interested and would like more questions- shoot me a dm, and I’ll answer when I can, thank you, and a have a wonderful day!

[hazbinextgeneration]

(John) Doe Eyed Ch1 Welcome To Uncanny Valley

Moving out of your house and into a new place is a new experience for anyone. Especially if you have an eldritch abomination that claims to love you.

(Contains oc x cannon ships. John Doe, House Hunted, all related characters, and Uncanny Valley belongs to Mortisfox.)

-PROLOGUE- She's heard it all. Really she has. "You'll never make it on your own out there! Getting a job can't be that hard! You just need to work harder like your brother!" "Honestly you think wasting whatever money you have left to move to the middle of nowhere is a good idea? No wonder you never excelled in class." "Like I know you're down on your luck, Dude, but is moving back in with your parents really that bad? They're loaded and you'd be set for life!' "You're actually insane if you want to move to somewhere you've never even been. I thought you were smarter than that." "You worry too much. Just settle down and work harder." No. No. No. AND ABSOLUTELY NOT!!! It was true she was not that great with her luck in fact she had some of the most terrible luck she had ever seen in another person. But that wouldn't stop her from trying her best to live her life the way SHE wanted and without the influence of those who'd rather want her to live the way they wanted her too or take some advice they shot at her and then got mad when she didn't fall through with it or she didn't act the way they wanted her too or become what they wanted her to become. No. She had her own problems with her family. Her own experiences. And her life here. It was time to move on.

A fresh start to a new place was exactly what she needed .

A nice place she could just set up shop and start a new with new faces and people who wouldn't know her. That was a good idea to make new friends and leave behind the people who didn't who only brought her down. Good bye mother. Good bye stepfather and brother. And good bye to her old life. 

Good bye and good riddance and hello new life!

It was a golden opportunity for her to travel abroad so easily and with the help of possibly the only other person who'd understand her. She'd be able to get away from it all at last. It was really the only option she could see. Otherwise she'd be stuck in the same endless loop for the rest of her life so..It wasn't a hard choice to pack up what little belongings she had and boarded a plane to the unknown land she'd hopefully call home.

A bump of a head against cool glass stirred light pain throughout the skin that made contact with it. 

"Ow."

A hand immediately responded by reaching up to press against the part of her head that had bumped against the window and she hissed a curse opening her eyes to the sights before her. Well this definitely wasn't a window on a plane. No. No plane would be on the ground anyhow. Not with the visions of the ground, grass, and roads she saw outside. Or had the giant plastic-y seats that could use an upgrade or even the giant wheels the bus had. And just her luck the vehicle had hit a bump on the road and lead her to hitting her forehead against the window waking her from what sleep she had gotten. 

Commute from traveling hours on a plane and then a few more hours on a bus to a random meeting point with your cousin wasn't easy. High heights made her nervous and with the anxiety of traveling to an unknown place for the first time to live there permanently had driven a lot of sleep away. She had fallen asleep for a little while on the bus ride from the airport but not enough to make her not feel tired.

With a groan, her face settled in her hands and rubbed circles into the skin. "This sucks."

The seat felt uncomfortable against her back when she leaned back into it. Would everything work out here? She hoped it did. She didn't want to go back. Not now. She invested so much into everything else and it didn't work out. All she wanted was just one break and to make it work out. She wouldn't mind if it was tough. She could handle tough. All she needed was the chance for it to not flop. She paused again as another sound filled her senses. One that wasn't the sounds of the bus's engine, the small murmers of talking from what few people were on the bus with her, or the occasional sigh she gave. It was a cheery tone. One of a small but catchy little tune that was instantly recognizable to her ears. 

Her phone was ringing. 

She blinked. Before in an instant hands scrambled to pat down her body. Pockets and backpack before digging out the device she was looking for in a back pocket. The pink covered phone cover displayed the screen inside as an incoming call. It was only natural she'd flip it on and curiously hold it to her ear effectively stopping the noise.

"H-Hello?"

A calm, and nice reaction to her question was delivered from phone to ear. "Fae." She could practically hear the smile in her voice. "I thought your plane might've landed by now. Where are you?"

It took her tired brain to respond to the question but soon a small smile was given back to the one on the other side of the line. "I'm currently in the middle of nowhere." Her head slowly leaned up on the seat and stared at the ceiling. "I've been on the bus for hours. I swear my legs are gonna fall asleep forever by this point."

A chuckle escaped from the other side. "I would expect that much. I just wanted to make sure you were ok. I won't be able to meet up with you as planned because of work but you should be able to find your home alright."

"What? You're not coming?!"

A deep sigh was given. "There's a little...'problem' walking around that I've been trying to find and I don't know if I can see you today. It's all a part of my job."

Well that was just great. The one person she was hoping to see here and she won't be able to get to see her at all when she arrived! "Well what about tomorrow? Can you come see me then?"

"Yeah! Of course I can! Just...do me a favor. Just go straight to your apartment as soon as you get off the bus and wait there for me tomorrow. I uh...D-Dont want you to get lost in this place."

She could practically roll her eyes. "Rose, I'm not a child anymore. I'll be fine. But if it really makes you feel better, I'll go straight there. I need to unpack anyways."

"Great!" The voice on the other end sounded relieved. "You still have the map I mailed you right?"

She nodded despite the woman on the phone not being able to see her at all. "And the address of my apartment and the number of the apartment management. Don't worry. Besides if I get lost I'll just call you or ask someone for directions. I'll be perfectly fine."

A small hum came from the other side before the voice sighed. "Alright then. Just...do as you promised. Alright? Around here things aren't always what they seem."

Weird choice of words to describe living in a new city for the first time but she shrugged it off. "I will. See you tomorrow, Rose."

The call was hung up abruptly and the phone settled into her hands as she just looked up at the ceiling and proceeded to get lost in space. This was it. New place. New life. Fresh new start. She had this. She could do this. 

One. Two. Three stops later and she stood up. A already a few people were getting off the bus or stepping off. Her stop. A backpack was slung over her shoulder. She walked towards the opening of the bus before it could move again. And stopping in front of the open doors. This was it it. Her first big step into her new life. She inhaled and with one last breath walked down the steps and out into her new horizon.

[lxvejohnny]

The endless beginning

part five

scream VI fanfiction with implied ethan x oc!

find the masterlist for this fic here. a little shorter than usual, but i had to leave this one on a lil cliffhanger hehe. enjoy!

The seven friends sit on some benches on campus and look in front of them where Mindy stands, ready to give her monologue. Amelie sits at the end of the bench with Sam pressed against her and Chad on the other side. She picks at her nails anxiously as she waits for Mindy to begin talking, gathering them for a needed mandatory meeting. Amelie glances up quickly at Ethan before looking down at her nails again. They haven’t spoken since last night and her heart races at the thought of them together last night, being so close to him. The way he held her so softly and would trace at her scar, listen so intently to her as she talked about her dad, the way his lips just touched hers before their moment was interrupted.

“Okay nerds, listen up. As terrifying as this all is, I’m actually glad I get a chance to redeem myself for not calling the killers last time,” Mindy swallows and straightens up her posture. She shakes her head at the thought that she got it all wrong last time, intended to get it right this time around. “It’s fine.”

“Okay, the way I see it, someone is out to make a sequel to the requel,” Mindy begins again. And the monologue, begins.

“Uhm, what’s a requel?” Anika says raising her hand, interrupting Mindy. Amelie, along with the rest of the crew look confused at the new word.

“You’re beautiful sweetie, lets hold questions until the end,” Mindy points towards Anika and her girlfriend gives her a smile back.

“Stab one took place in Woodsboro,” Sam states, going along with Mindy’s idea. “Stab two took place in college.”

“So, do we think that the killer is trying to copy the movies?” Tara questions and looks towards Mindy.

“That is one possibility. Heroes now in college, check-“ Mindy points to Tara and Amelie “-suspicious new characters brought in to run up the suspect list and or body count. Check, check, and check” Mindy then points to Anika, Quinn, and Ethan.

“I don’t like this,” Ethan shakes his head. Amelie looks at him when he does, of course he doesn’t like this, he was just announced a suspect by Mindy. Mindy of all people, so it can't be good.

“But it can’t just be about Stab two,” Mindy ignores Ethan and continues.

“Why not?” Amelie asks Mindy quizzically.

“It would make sense if this were just a sequel, but we’re not in a sequel because nobody juts makes sequels anymore!” Chad nods his head as if understanding what Mindy is implying about, while Amelie still looks confused. Mindy opens her arms as if she is about to announce a revolutionary idea. “We are in a franchise! And there are certain rules to a continuing franchise.”

“I had a feeling,” Sam says sarcastically and looks down towards her shoes.

“Rule one: everything is bigger than last time. Bigger budget, bigger cast, bigger body count, longer chases, shoot outs, beheadings, you’ve got to top what came before to keep the people coming back,” Mindy ignores Sam as she did Ethan and excitedly lists out the new prospects of a continuing franchise.

“Beheadings?” Chad pauses writing in his notebook and looks at his twin.

“Beheadings!” Mindy says back pointing at Chad.

"Are you writing this down?" Amelie furrows his eyebrow at Chad, her head turns quizzically to the side to look at the boy.

"Of course I am," Chad reciprocates the action and smiles at the girl. He points his pencil at Amelie as he talks. "Gotta be prepared, you know? Mindy talks a lot."

Mindy rolls her eyes at her two before continuing. “Rule two: whatever happened last time, expect the opposite. Franchises only survive by subverting the expectations. If the killers last time were whiny, snowflake, film nerds with letter boxed accounts instead of personalities, you can bet the opposite will be true here.

And rule three: no one is safe. Legacy characters, cannon fodder at this point. Usually brought back, only to be killed off in some cheap, bit for nostalgia. It’s not looking too good for Gale and Kirby,” Amelie looks at Mindy in concern. Gale? She knows that Mindy is an expert when it comes to her horror movie theories, but this one is wrong. It has to be. Mindy looks at Amelie with a grimace and mouths a ‘sorry’. She makes a dramatic groan and continues, “Ughh, and that’s not even the worst part.”

Chad looks down at his notebook and sarcastically says, “oh! This is the part where she tells us the worst part.” 

“The worst part is the franchises are just continuing episodic instalments designed to boost an IP,” Mindy has been very expressive this whole conversation and continues to hold her arms out as she talks, “which means main characters are completely expendable now, too.

Laurie Strodd, Nancy Thompson, Ellen Ripley, Sally Hardesty, Jigsaw, Tony Stark, James Bond, I mean even Luke Skywalker, all die so that their franchise can live on. That means it’s not just the friend group, any of us can go at any time,” With a grimace she looks over at Tara, Sam, and Amelie, and adds, “especially you three.”

“Wait-wait any of us?” Ethan interrupts once more and looks concerned at the rest of his friends. “Does-am-am I in the friend group? Am I like one of the targets? Am I gonna die a virgin?”

Everyone looks either confused or taken aback from his words. Amelie tilts her head at him and squints her eyes, also confused on his choice of words. She thinks the whole group could have gone without knowing his personal information. She was bound to experience an ick at one point.

“That was a weird overshare,” Mindy practically speaks Amelie’s mind. “But it brings us to our current suspect, Ethan! The shy, dorky guy who no one suspects because he’s so shy and dorky.”

“Okay why-why am I on the suspect list? Because I’m randomly Chad’s roommate?” Ethan almost looks offended by Mindy’s accusation and directs his hand over to Chad at the mention of the guy.

“Roommate lotteries can be juked, you could have fixed it to get next to us,” Mindy says pointedly to which Ethan just rolls his eyes and stays quiet. "Plus...you may now have a conflict of interest, being a potential love interest and all."

Mindy gestures to Amelie and the girl sits up straight, both her and Ethan widen their eyes. Tara and Chad smirk at the panic that ensued on their friends faces and Chad teasingly nudges Amelie with his elbow. Mindy doesn't dwell on the conversation longer and moves on to Amelie’s redheaded roommate, beginning again.

“Quinn. The slutty roommate, a horror movie-“ Mindy puts her fingers together with one hand and makes a kiss sound, “-classic.”

“Sex positive, but thank you?” Quinn replies with a confused look on her face, not quite sure how to interpret the comment.

“Mhm, uhm, how did you come to live with these three ladies?” Mindy doesn’t take her eyes off Quinn’s face as she poses the question.

“I answered their ad online-“ the three girls nod in agreement. Mindy raises her hand to Quinn’s face, “-okay! Say no more, you’ve already implicated yourself enough.”

“It was an anonymous ad, Mindy-” Amelie butts in. She wasn’t going to rule Quinn out completely, but she also wasn’t going to necessarily agree with Mindy’s assumption.

“-yeah, and you know we vetted her. Plus, her dad is a cop.” Tara adds to Amelie’s defense of their roommate.

“And that makes it more likely that she’s the killer because having a cop dad is a great coverage. Do you not remember how these movies work, ladies?” She says enthusiastically and looks directly at Tara and Amelie. The latter widens her eyes and looks over at Tara who turned to her at the same time where they shared a look of surprise.

“Is she always like this?” Quinn quips.

“My dad was a cop, too, Mindy,” Amelie turns back to Mindy pointedly and continues to defend her friend. Sure, she wasn’t as close to Quinn as she was with Sam or Tara, but they did get along very well. Some nights they stayed up in the living room and would watch re-runs of Friends while chatting about Quinn’s latest guy. Besides her having faith that her roommate was not the killer, Mindy’s point about Quinn’s dad being cop does not make all that much sense when she, the daughter of Dewey Riley, is still alive and can be trusted. Quinn looks around the two sitting in between her and Amelie and gives the girl a grateful smile.

“Oh, sweetie," Mindy almost tuts at the girl. Mindy tones down her enthusiasm as she talks about her best friend’s dead dad. "Your dad was a cop, yes, but he also was an original."

Was an original, the words replay in Amelie’s head, and she frowns. “Plus, you and Dewey could always be trusted, Amie. It is a completely different circumstance.”

Mindy smiles at the girl and Amelie nods, deciding that she guesses Mindy is right and decides not to add more.

“And finally, Anika,” Anika blows a kiss where Mindy purses her lips back, “Never trust the love interest.”

Both their smiles fall from their face and Anika looks away.

“Okay, so, we have our rules and we have our suspects-“ Sam pipes in, about to ask Mindy what is next once they have all their bases laid out.

“-Woah, wait, wait. What about you guys?” Ethan gestures to the survivors from the last killings. His eyes glaze over the five of them but his focus passes Amelie faster than the other four. He felt bad for bringing this up, especially against Amelie, but he knew he had to get the attention off of him and his sister.

Amelie looks at him confused, puzzled by his suggestion. “What about us?” 

“I mean, I think it’s pretty safe to rule out the five of us who went through this last year in Woodsboro,” Mindy says crossing her arms over her chest.

“Agreed,” Chad says smiling and points his pencil at his sister

“Uhm, not agreed. What if the trauma you all went through caused one or more of you to snap?” Quinn says. Amelie looks especially looks offended, along with the rest of the crew. She just defended Quinn from Mindy when she was ruled a suspect but then accuses her and the rest to also be suspects?

"What?" Amelie lets out a breathy laugh of disbelief, no humor laced in it.

“Yeah, or the fame you got from the killings made you thirsty for more?” Ethan jumps back in to agree with Quinn. He glances around the friend group but misses Amelie’s eyes as he continues, “I mean, to be honest here some of the theories online about Sam are-“

“-don’t you fucking dare,” Tara stops his sentence, threateningly. Ethan’s eyes widen in response, and he stops talking.

“Okay, she’s right though. Face facts, if we are all suspects, you are all suspects,” Anika gestures to the five. They all share looks, and Amelie shakes her head in disbelief. Guess it’s only fair, huh?

"Well," Amelie breaks the awkward silence, standing up. "I have a class to get to, so I'm gonna go."

Frankly, she was a little annoyed. She defended Quinn and really liked Ethan, for the both of them to produce ideas of how her and her friends may be the killers. She also knows how enthusiastic Mindy is about her knowledge when it comes to horror related things, especially when it is her turn to redeem herself for last years events. But, she really wasn't too keen on the idea that Gale could be at risk again, that her and her friends may not live, and that it could very possibly be one of her friends that is doing this again.

Amelie grabs her bag from off the ground and slings it over her shoulder, she gives her friends a tight lipped smile before walking to her class. Her friends were fast to catch on to Amelie's sour attitude and figured that this whole conversation may have been too much for her.

"Someone should probably..." Chad points to the girl walking away.

"She may just need space," Mindy says, watching her go before placing herself down on the bench. Ethan looks back and watches Amelie's figure get smaller as the distance gets larger. He wants to go after her, but he knows that he was also probably one of the reasons why her mood got brought down.

"I'll go check on-" Ethan begins, about to stand up from his spot on the bench.

"I got it, Romeo," Anika cuts him off. She stands up and grabs her bag from behind her. She heads over to give Mindy a kiss and then pats Ethan's shoulder as she stands next to him. "I have the same class as her anyways."

Ethan's shoulders deflate as he watches Anika go after Amelie, internally angry at getting his chance to be alone with the girl again, ruined. Chad gives him a pitiful smile, and Ethan wants nothing more than to just punch his face.

"Hey, Amie!" Anika calls out to the girl and Amelie stops in her tracks upon hearing her name being called. Anika is quick to catch up to her and links arms with the girl. They continue walking, getting closer to the building they have to enter. "You know what usually cheers me up?"

"What?" Amelie peers to her left where Anika stands.

"Coffee," Anika grins at her. Amelie can't help but let a smile creep up on her face at Anika's attitude.

"You know, I don't actually think it's you or any of you guys, in fact," Anika starts again, guiding them in the direction of the coffee shop that the two girls stop at every time they are together on campus.

"Yeah, I know," Amelie sighs. She knows that Anika doesn't think so, and she knows that Anika is definitely not the one who could be doing this. But, some of her friends did, specifically that one curly haired boy, and it upset her.

"Actually, I think that if this fucker ever tries anything with us, I can distract them with my good looks and you can take the opportunity to beat their ass."

"Anika, this isn't a joke," Amelie looks at her cheesy smile and wants to laugh along, but can't with the severity of the situation.

"No, I know," Anika nods at the girl, but doesn't let the smile let up from her face. If anyone was going to put Amelie in a better mood, it would be Anika and they both knew that. "I am being so serious."

Amelie lets out a laugh, finally, and rests her head against Anika's as they continue walking.

"Also, you have got to tell me what the hell is happening with you and Ethan," Anika lifts her head, prompting Amelie to lift hers as well and look at Anika. A blush rises on her cheeks and her smile never wavers.

"Oh, my god."

~

The sun was now setting and the sky was filled with hues of orange and yellow. Amelie was finally done with her classes today, and was thankful that she was finally able to head home after todays events. Her urge to sleep grew stronger the longer she stayed at school, already getting only a couple of hours in this morning. Anika was already gone to her place where they were all going to meet up and sleepover tonight, offering to stay in campus and wait until Amelie was done but the girl declined. Letting her know that she would be okay on her own. But now, as she walks outside of campus by herself and the light outside is dimming, she wasn't so sure of that anymore. Now that Ghostface is back and someone was out there, intending to kill her and her friends, maybe it wasn't the best idea to be by herself.

Normally she would have her earbuds in, listening to her music or a podcast as she walks alone, but she figured that having all of her senses not obstructed may be the best idea.

The girl flinches when she hears her phone ring and pulls it out of her pocket. Unknown Caller is the ID that comes up on her phone and her heart drops. She knows by now what that means and who it is. She takes a look around to see if she can see the familiar mask standing nearby, but she sees nothing suspicious. But she is also not dumb, she knows that they have to be somewhere near her, knowing that she was alone right now. Her finger hovers over the green button, about to pick up the call when she feels a hand on her shoulder and flinches. Spinning around in panic, she comes face to face with Dean and not Ghostface. Her shoulders still tense, and she takes a weary step back from Dean.

"Dean, hi," Her voice is small and shaky. Her heart is still pounding in her chest, and she looks down to see her phone ring two more times before the call ends.

"Hey, I just saw you walking and decided to come say hi," Dean smiles at the girl and notices her rigid stance and the way her eyes were looking around them. "Are-are you okay? Were you waiting for someone?"

"What?" Amelie stops looking around the two for the killer and back at Dean's concerned face. "No, no! You just scared me, is all."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to," Dean apologizes to the girl. Her nerves are still heavy, but she has since calmed down a bit. "Like I said, just wanted to come say hi. I didn't get to see you again at the party."

"I know, I am really sorry about that," Her face cringes at the thought of her just leaving Dean by himself. "My friend just had an emergency, needed to go help out."

"It's all good, I'm just glad I could catch you again," Dean shakes his head in dismissal and smiles. "Uh, are you heading home?"

"Yeah, I just finished up."

"By yourself?" Dean questions the girl. "Just, have you heard the news? There might be a killer on the loose, maybe you should be careful to not go out by yourself."

"Yeah, I've heard," Of course she has heard, she has lived it. "I was just-"

Her phone rings for a second time, the same Unknown Caller ID flashes on her screen and her hand tightens around the device. She watches as it rings and looks back up at Dean who is furrowing his eyebrows at the girl.

"Are you gonna get that?"

Dean probably thinks I am crazy, the girl thinks. She is so fidgety, flinching at everything, and is looking around her like there are ghosts speaking to her from every direction.

"Uh, no," Amelie mutters and clicks the power button on the side of her phone, silencing the ringing. She is sure that will only piss the killer off more, but if she answers then Dean may be put more at risk and he will start questioning her when he hears her speak to a voice about killing her and her friends. "Actually, if you're not busy, do you think you can walk with me? For a bit?"

If the killer was calling her, then the chances of Dean being in on it was slim. Though, they usually work in pairs. She wasn't going to let him walk her all the way to her apartment, so he at least won't find out where she lives. But, close enough where she can walk alone for only a short amount of time and make it back safe and sound.

"Yeah, of course. I was going to offer, anyways," Dean nods his head with a small smile, and they head off.

For the next couple of minutes, Amelie explains why she had to leave the party so suddenly, to which Dean explains that it is totally okay, though he was a little disappointed that he didn't get to see her again that night. They also got to know each other a little more, to continue their conversation.

"If it's okay, would it be possible if i got your number?" Dean bites the bullet and asks her. He swears he has never been so nervous to ask a girl out before, but he was sweating right now. Amelie looks taken a back and the two stop in place.

"Oh," Amelie can't say she has had many guys ask her for her number, so she naturally is quite surprised. Though, they have already touched tongues so maybe they were finally catching up to the courteous actions that usually take place before kissing. Dean notices the hesitance on her face and is about to apologize, but Amelie beats him to it. "Yeah, sure."

She pulls her phone out again and opens it, getting to her contacts to pull up an empty one. She gets this weird feeling like she is almost...guilty. Cheating, almost, on Ethan. But they aren't official, they have only almost kissed and know that there is a mutual feeling shared between the two. So, she figures that there is no harm in swapping numbers with Dean. It is not like she was intending on pursuing him, she already had eyes on Ethan and him only.

As Amelie hands her hand to Dean for him to put his number in her phone, it rings again. Her heart starts pumping, thinking that it was going to be the killer again.

"Uh, Ethan is calling you," Dean hands her phone back to her and tries to gauge her reaction at the mention of his name. Amelie's heart returns to a normal pace upon hearing that it was Ethan calling her and not Ghostface.

"Oh, yeah, he's my...friend," Amelie gives Dean a smile. "I should probably get this, just one second."

"Hey," Amelie steps back to have a little bit of privacy.

"Hey, Amie! I was just wondering if you got home okay, I know you're done later today at school," Ethan's soft voice comes through the phone and she smiles upon hearing it.

"Yeah, I was just headed home now actually."

"Oh okay, good. Wait, are you walking alone?" She can hear the concern laced in his voice, feeling herself go soft at his worry for her.

"Uh, I was," Amelie bites her lip, contemplating on if she should tell Ethan that she was no longer alone, and now with the boy she was making out with at the party. Again, they weren't dating, but why does she feel so guilty about being with another boy? "I'm not anymore, though."

"Who is with you?"

Ethan doesn't need her to answer, he knows. He can see Dean stand a couple of feet away from her, watching her pace back and forth as she was on the phone with him. His blood boils watching the boy even be so close to the girl, his girl. He was possessive and jealous when they weren't even official, he knows that, but fuck. He is the one who loves Amelie, he is the one who she got to kiss sober, and he is the one who she thought about when her lips were on Dean's.

"Uh, Dean, the uh-the guy from the party," Amelie grimaces, back turned to Dean so he couldn't see the expression on her face when she said his name.

The urge to take his knife and stab it right into his stomach, watch that stupid smirk fall off his face was so intense. He tried his best to not let his voice waver while on the phone, but his patience was running thin the longer he had to look at that guy and he hadn't even done anything. Besides ask for her number. He knew it was the perfect time to call her, again, but with his name this time around right as she was going to let him slip his number into her phone. Hopefully, fast enough to not give him enough time to do so.

"Oh."

"But, it's not like that. Don't worry," Amelie was quick to reassure him when she heard his short response.

Ethan chuckles through the phone, kind of glad that she was fast to let him know that it wasn't like that; like he had thought. "Just be careful around him, please. Call me if anything happens."

He then tells her to text him when she gets home, and that he was sorry for what he said with their friends. She reassures him that she is over it and to not worry, along with wishing him to enjoy his late class tonight, and that she will see him tomorrow.

Ethan stays where he is standing, watching the two walk off and thinks of ways he could get to Dean after he drops Amelie off. He would do something now, approach the two with his mask and cloak on but he doesn't want to scare Amelie. Nor does he want to hurt her, which will be suspicious if he only attacks Dean and not her. So, he stays in the shadows for now, thinking of having Amelie in his arms again and the satisfaction that will come from watching the blood flow out of Dean's body.

The night has now fallen, darkness surrounding the sky and only the lights of the lamp posts and the city to light it up. Amelie and Dean walk further for a couple of more minutes, Amelie checking behind her again every now and then to make sure no one was following them. Once they got close enough to where Amelie should be able to walk by herself, she stops them and thanks Dean for walking her home.

"Uh, my number saved, right?" Dean asks. He may sound desperate, and he knows it, but something about Amelie stuck out to him and he couldn't let it go.

"Yeah, it did," Amelie smiled at him. She looks behind him and her smile drops when she notices a tall figure watch them in the distance, the familiar face of the ghost mask staring back at her.

"We have to go, now," Amelie is quick to grab his hand and take them down a different route.

"What? What the hell is going on?" Dean notices the panic that fell upon Amelie's face when she looked behind him. She stays quiet and quickly pulls him along, wondering what the fuck she was going to do now with Ghostface following her.

"Amelie! What did you see?" Dean tugs at her hand and she looks back at him.

"You know the news you were talking about earlier? With the deaths of the students and the Ghostface masks?"

"Uh, yeah. Yes, I remember."

"I saw him, just now."

"What? That could have just been some rando dressing up as him."

"Dean," Amelie says his name so stern, it reminded him of the way a mother would scold her child. "Trust me, I just know."

"Yeah, okay, okay. I trust you, let's go around then," Dean nods his head at her, eyes wide at how quick paced this whole situation was. He could barely even register what was happening, only the pure panic and fear that Amelie reeked of.

Dean and Amelie manage to take a massive detour, thirty minutes later than what was expected and Amelie was starting to get texts and calls from her friends wondering where the hell she is. Dean ended up walking running with Amelie to her apartment building, taking the odd street or alleyway to ensure Ghostface wasn't following them. The two were panting as they stopped, and said their goodbyes.

"Hey, thanks again," Amelie says one last time. "And, be careful, please. Just look out for anyone being weird or following you."

"We live in New York, Amelie, there are many of weird-acting people," Dean tries and chuckles but stops when he sees her expression still hard and scared. "I will be careful, I promise."

"Thank you." Amelie sends him a tight lipped smile and heads inside her building, sprinting up the stairs and to her apartment door. What a long fucking day.

~

By the time Amelie gets home, she fills her friends in on what happened back at campus. From the phone calls, to Dean finding her, Ethan calling her, and then to them being stalked. They grew concerned as soon as she walked through her front door, panting with sweat covering her forehead. Anika even apologized profusely for listening to Amelie and leaving her by herself. Of course, Amelie tells her that it is not her fault and that she made it out okay, after all.

Sam suggest that they tell Detective Bailey about what happened, just to let him know that the killer was there with Amelie on campus, to which they do. She then gives him a rundown on what happened, who she was with, and where. He reassures her that he will try and see if there were any security cameras on campus where she was, to see if they can find anything with it. They hangup shortly after, which leads them to now, where Mindy and her get put in charge of setting the table together.

Mindy and Amelie start setting up the table by Amelie putting the plates down and Mindy following along with the cutlery.

“I’m glad you have Anika, you know,” Amelie breaks the peaceful silence and looks at Mindy. She is glad that they have moved past talking about what happened earlier, and decides to change the subject to something a bit more lively. “You can tell she makes you happy.”

“Thank you, Amie,” Mindy smiles bashfully at Amelie. “I know I ruled her as a suspect, but she has helped me, a lot. With everything after moving.”

Amelie nods her head in understanding. Her mind begins to wander as silence consumes the two again. With a new killer on the loose, she just hopes that the lives of her friends remain unharmed through it all. She thinks about Mindy and Anika’s relationship and the hope there is for the two of them. Along with her own friendship with the girl, and how she treasures Anika so dearly to her. “It can’t be Anika; I am sure of it.”

“I don’t want to lose her,” Mindy states to Amelie. For the first time, Mindy shows her weariness in this whole thing. Amelie thinks about Wes when Mindy talks about Anika. If there is anything that Amelie could do to go back and save him, and her dad, she would. She also doesn’t want her best friend to end up going through the same grief that she once did. Amelie shakes her head at Mindy and pulls the girl to look at her, “You won’t. I will do anything i can to make sure she stays alive.”

Amelie looks back to Anika on the couch, then to her friends to the kitchen and back at Mindy before letting out a laugh, “To keep you all alive, actually.”

Mindy shares a grateful smile with Amelie. The girl quickly became one of her best friends from the day she met her back at in Woodsboro and it hasn’t changed since. The two turn to the kitchen once they hear the conversation between Chad and Tara. They share a look of disgust before Amelie pretends to gag as Mindy holds her hair while cringing. It catches the attention of the couple, and they turn to see the two girls make a scene.

“Will you two just make out already?” Mindy says before letting go of Amelie’s hair. The shorter girl laughs while Chad pauses stirring the pasta and calls them inappropriate.

“Ugh, whatever,” Mindy replies and throws her hands up. “Get it over with.”

The two walk into the kitchen looking at one another with a sly smile and join Tara, Chad, and Sam.

“Sam, we do not have to stay here,” Mindy tells Sam. The older girl recruited them all back to their apartment to stay together after the small intervention Mindy had with them all. She figured that it would be better if they all stuck together, since they all know that the killer usually takes them out one by one when they are all alone. She also suggested that they make dinner and have a fun family night on, which of course, they couldn’t pass up the idea.

“Well, too bad. I insist,” Sam reaches for a bottle of red wine from on top of the fridge. “Safety in numbers.”

“This will be so fun, a little slumber party with the Force of Five,” Chad smiles and says excitedly, matching the expression of a small child.

“Force of Five?” Amelie questions him with a smirk.

“Did you just give us a nickname?” Tara adds in, looking at Chad.

“I sure did. I mean we’ve been through a lot together and, it’s a pretty cool nickname,” He smiles and nods.

“That’s debatable-” Sam mutters.

“-that’s extremely debatable” Tara adds to Sam’s comment.

“You can’t just give yourself a nickname, dingus.” Mindy says looking at her brother with sass.

“Oh, of course I can, dingus, because I just did.” He replies with attitude.

“Force of Five up top,” Her puts his hand up for Mindy to hit. “No.”

“Down below,” He moves to Tara. “Get that away from me.”

“Just one high-five, please, Amie,” He turns to Amelie, pleading with his eyes. She laughs and shakes her head at him.

“Please for the love of god,” He ends at Sam, with his hand still up.

“Don’t do it,” Mindy says looking at Sam. They all start to chuckle at the situation.

“You know, I would actually like a little more respect and support from the fellow members of the Force of Five-”

“Guys!” They hear Anika yell from the next room. “What the hell?”

As they all pile into the room, they hear the TV reporter start talking about how the prime suspect for the murders is Samantha Carpenter. The news channel shows the video of Sam pushing the girl, the same video they were showed down at the police station. As the reporter speaks about last year’s Woodsboro killings and Richie, Sam grabs the remote from Anika and turns the TV off then makes her way to the kitchen table and takes a seat. Tara soon follows her and takes a seat before engaging in a conversation. Amelie stands back with the other three to let the sisters have their space.

“These people are so full of shit,” Amelie shakes her head. Chad comes up behind Amelie and places his hand on her shoulder. “Yeah, yeah they are.”

From the kitchen table they overhear Sam talking about how she hates being so hated by everyone and they start walking towards the sisters.

“Hey, hey,” Chad starts, announcing their arrival. “Just a reminder, not a single person in this room hates you, okay? We have all been through some fucked up stuff and we are coping with it differently. But I mean we moved here together for one very specific reason; we are a team.”

Sam lets a smile through as her brimming eyes don’t release another tear.

“We are-“ Mindy speaks up “-the Force of the fucking Five.”

“Thank you very much,” Chad leans in to give her a high five and Amelie lets out a breathy laugh.

“I hate myself,” Mindy says as her hand connects with her brothers. They all share a chuckle and smile at each other before they speak at once, trying to get the rest of the girls to say the silly name Chad came up with.

“Say it.”

“No, I am not going to say it. I mean yes we’re a team but-“

“It doesn’t even rhyme that well-“

“I’ve been sleeping with cute boy from across the hall,” Sam confesses amidst the voices of her friends. She looks up, worried what her friends’ reactions may be until they all release themselves into a group of noise once more.

“Boom!”

“I knew it!”

“I knew it! I knew it! I knew it!”

“Called it!”

From just the other side of the hall, Sam’s newly revealed rendezvous man glances at the window that connects to their apartment, specifically into Quinn’s room. He makes an effort to call out, catching the attention of Ghostface, and tries his best to get someone’s attention from inside the apartment. While he waves his hands and yells out to gain their attention, the five friends put their hands in the middle to connect while laughing at the moment. Almost speaking him into existence, Sam’s phone rings as Danny’s contact brightens up the screen. Tara snatches the phone and shows the group of friends where they all start giggling and reach for it.

“No, Tara, no,” Sam says smiling.

“Hey, so, what are your intentions?” Tara jokingly answers the phone, and they laugh again.

“I’ll-I’ll call him back,” Sam says before declining the call. She just wants to enjoy the moment with her family around her. They all quiet down as they hear noises coming from Quinn’s room. The sound of moans and grunts exude past the barriers of the wall and the group smirks at each other.

“Oh, my god, Quinn and her gentleman caller are back at it again,” Tara says slyly.

“Hey, at least she is having a good time,” Amelie says with a smile.

"Just like you were at that party with Mr. Dreamy," Tara giggles at the girl, causing them all to smile and tease Amelie. Chad mentioning the smudged lipstick he caught on the boys lips.

“Get into it, okay,” Mindy also adds, looking towards the direction of Quinn’s door and then at Amelie, nudging her hand on the table.

Their giggles make another round but at a quieter volume this time around. Suddenly all of their phones make a noise as they presumably receive a text. Sharing a weird glance between the five, they all pick up their phones to take a look; an airdrop request from Danny pops up with a picture of Ghostface attacking Quinn from inside her room. The five and Anika all get up and rush to the outside of Quinn’s door where a blood curling scream erupts from behind the slab of wood, followed by the sound of thuds and crashes. They all pause and look towards the door. Amelie’s hand grabs onto Sam’s as they look straight ahead.

Silence ensues before Mindy calls out “run”, and nothing would quite prepare Amelie or her friends for the experience they would have to endure.