#venor

[evita-shelby]

Deal

or just how Polly found out about Billy and why Eva refused to give Tommy Lucy’s whereabouts for two entire years

cw: mentions of sex, threats, abortion, Mick was the name of the irl driver of Billy Chang who delivered his notes to his ladies

Lucy Winters belongs to @mischievouslittlecreature

Vēnor taglist: @justrainandcoffee @mischievouslittlecreature @zablife @thegreatdragonfruta @hoodeddreams13 @kmc1989 @call-sign-shark

Shopping with Polly is not a good idea.

Eva has nothing against the woman, but her mission to see her back together with Tommy is exhausting.

Especially when she does it in Brilliant’s warehouse where he is in his office half-listening to his accountant and remembering all the filthy things they did two nights ago knowing Eva can hear those thoughts as if he were speaking them.

As far as everyone knows, they were at the same party. No one knows they fucked for hours while everyone partied in his honor just on the other side of the dance hall. No one knows it was her lipstick on him, that it’s her earring lost somewhere in the private table, that it was him who left those bruises on her hips as they fucked until they couldn’t anymore.

He knows she’s here; she invents any excuse to see him here and today should have had her bent over his desk fucking the daylights out of her instead of having to hear Polly suggest she should give Thomas another chance.

The witch has not heard a damn thing she’s said when the mere sight of a knickknack just like Billy has, well, had in his bedroom before they knocked it off that first day they fucked there.

“You have a man.” The Shelby matriarch notes with displeasure. She had believed Eva when the younger woman said she would tell Tommy of the baby they had conceived some seven weeks before the last time they were intimate. She had not been expecting Eva to take the necessary herbs to kill what would have been the successor for both Eva and Polly’s witch lineage and take that secret to her grave.

Even after some months seeing other men after Billy stopped trying to woo her, Elizabeth Gray had not given up on ensuring there would be no chance for Lucy to ever return to Tommy’s side.

“Yes.” Eva could lie and deny it, but sooner or later they will know and it will be easier for the Shelbys to fuck off if Polly knows first. “I have been seeing someone these past few weeks.”

Vague enough that she could remove some suspicion of the man eying her from his office in the upper floor who she’s trying so hard not to look at. She’d seen him train during one of their rendezvous, seen him wipe the floor with several men and enjoyed seeing him without his fancy shirt moving with a lethal grace like a snake would.

Then the bastard had to send her the earring she’d lost at the party or when they left and fucked in a seedy hotel after inside an envelope with one of his signature notes with Mick, his loyal servant. “Mr. Chang apologizes for not attending you personally, Miss Smith. If you have a message for him, I will gladly take it to him.”

Polly raised a dark eyebrow rather impressed at the sort of man the younger witch had gotten for herself. “Tommy won’t like this.”

I don’t like this, she means.

“What Tommy likes or doesn’t like is no longer my problem, Polly.” Eva shrugged and reminded her companion that she is not beholden to their rules anymore. She is not married; she is her own woman who could demand the return of the money ---with interest--- Tommy used from her massive dowry to build up their legal businesses if this shit continued. “I fuck who I wish, that is my god given right as a free woman, just as you do.”

She can almost hear Billy chuckle at her words, he must be enjoying this especially if the lip reader always by him is there.

“If the boys ever discover your affair with the Chinaman, this whole warehouse will be ash along with him.” A good and sensible warning that Elizabeth Gray would enforce if it meant Lucy never returns.

“Then I would take Charlie out of England and Tommy will know you were the reason he would never see his only child ever again.” She likes the woman, they are friends, but Polly forgets Eva is silent not submissive. Tommy loved her fire, her inability to admit defeat and the way she’d always find a way to win and now another man loves it as well. “Your move, Elizabeth.”

Eva has never called her by her Christian name; she has always been Polly never Elizabeth.

“This is why I always liked you, you’re not afraid to fight back. Your Chinaman better not fuck it up, Tommy barely survived you leaving him.” The older woman is taken aback by the reminder why Eva was not to be fucked with. Go low and the foreign witch will drag you to hell. A physical death meant nothing when Eva could get Tommy to kill himself but not before she gets him to turn on his aunt even now that they are divorced. “I could be persuaded to keep them away from the two of you on one condition.”

Eva knows exactly what she wants, but she won’t get it. She’s just delaying the inevitable. But it will keep Arthur and John from harassing the men she speaks to, particularly the Chinese men because the only lead they have is that the mystery man is Chinese. “You keep the boys away from Brilliant Chang and I won’t give Tommy Lucy’s whereabouts.”

They won’t ever know about this deal, besides it won’t matter anyways.

[mischievouslittlecreature]

Hope you all are prepared for more Venor/Look Both Ways Lucy meta because I'm just wrapping up outlining her story right now and having lots of thoughts.

Something something, Lucy's love for Eva in Venor/Look Both Ways may not have been as all encompassing as her love for Tommy, but I think it caused her to develop a deep admiration for her. And often when Lucy loves people, she can put them on pedestals a little. Not really in the sense that she doesn't think they're completely infallible or can do no wrong, but she just loves so unconditionally that she struggles to acknowledge their flaws sometimes. But this gets twisted as time goes on because she sees Eva as perfect (can we really blame her? 🤭) and it morphs into this crushing fear and insecurity that she can never measure up, and Tommy must be so disappointed that he got stuck with the worst of his two options, and is just settling for her/using her as a bedwarmer. And it's especially compounded because she knows Tommy and Eva are soulmates, and deep down I think a part of her will always feel that they should have ended up together, and that she's ruining everything by even being alive.

For clarification I don't think she feels like this all the time. But a big part of her mental illness is that her progress is not really linear. She can be doing fine for a good stretch of time, and then get knocked back over by a big wave of depression that nearly obliterates her. It's awful and so demoralizing because she often thinks that maybe she is finally getting better, only to feel like all the progress she made got undone the next time she has an episode.

As always, Tommy is very sweet and patient with her, and tries to keep her from feeling that way. But she also has a bad habit of not telling him when she's struggling because she's scared of being a burden. So she will sometimes let herself spiral in silence for a good while until he manages to pull from her what's wrong.

Eva and the Venor/Look Both Ways series belongs to @evita-shelby, who has been so lovely and gracious in letting me play in her sandbox with her 😘

[plataxpinnatus]

[amberprintsstudio]

Playing around still with my new drawing program. Have a Venor, one of my original characters. He's begging for some extra marshmallows on his hot chocolate. (Dogs and foxes may not be allowed chocolate or marshmallow, but dogs and fox usually can't speak, perform magic, or do space physics equations..)

There is a speed paint of this available on my YouTube page, AmberfurJ

[junos-oc-emporium]

The outpost (season 1) guys!

[foxstory]

Lauren with Four Emotions

[ultraviolet-cello]

Ghost, lying, & moon for the emoji asks for any of your choosin?

[🤥 LYING - are they good liars? do they have tells to show they're lying?]

(Elaborations + further stories under cut)

Acri's joyfriend, Sol, has the ability to step in and out of shadows. The event Acri is thinking of is when he went downstairs at 3am to get something from the fridge after getting out of Sol's bed, only for Sol to appear behind him from the opposite direction. Sol didn't bother to explain that they'd shadow-walked over to check on Acri because they woke up and the bed was empty, and Acri to this day is convinced that he saw a ghost

Monday is an annoying prick but he's actually fully unaware of this fact lol

Following the Outpost revolution, Shale banned temporary access to the portals to the human timelines so she could figure out what the fuck was going on with them.

[saline-coelacanth]

I've had Ocs on the brain so I decided to make a Ninjago Oc Ask Game! This is my first time making an ask game, I tried my best with the questions

🐉 Are they an Elemental Master? What element do they have? If they’re not an EM, do they have any other non-elemental powers?

🗡 How good are they in a fight? Do they have a preferred weapon?

🖤 What’s their opinion on the ninja?

💖 Do they have a crush or significant other?

🌈 What’s their sexuality?

🎨 Do they have a favorite color? What is it?

🖊 What season would they be introduced into the story? If not directly introduced in a season, when in the timeline are they introduced?

🐍 If they were a Serpentine, what type would they be? If they’re already a Serpentine, what other species would they be if they weren’t Serpentine?

🏔 If they could travel to any realm, which realm would they go to?

⚡ What have they been up to after the merge?

❗ Could they beat any of the ninja in a fight?

🧠 How did you first come up with this character? Any interesting details about creating them?

💀 How much trauma do they have?

🌪 Do they know spinjitzu?

🐱 If they were to have an animal symbol, what animal would represent them?

🎮 If they were in Prime Empire, what would their avatar look like?

👪 Do they have any family members? What’s their relationship with their family?

⏳ How long have you had this oc?

💪 What is their greatest strength? What’s the biggest thing holding them back?

☝️ If they could only exist in one season of the show, which season would they be in?

Feel free to reblog this so your followers can send you asks about your Ninjago Ocs!

[mothmerchant]

@funnylittlejester

[cosmordarts]

Conceptualizing a nightmare blunt rotation for funsies.

[pinkblanc]

[mischievouslittlecreature]

Venor!Lucy: Starts believing in fate.

Me: Omg yay maybe she'll finally understand that she's also Tommy's soulmate and stop thinking that she's ruining everyone's lives by being with him--

Venor!Lucy: Decides that it was her fate to die in the alley when Matthew and his friends attacked her, and that by surviving and digging herself out of her own grave, she fucked things up because she was never supposed to live. And therefore this is why she never seems to fit in anywhere and ruins everything that she touches.

Me: NO NOT LIKE THAT 🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️

Venor universe belongs to @evita-shelby

[goofymanlol2]

Haiii Haii yellow 🥰🥰🥰

[junos-oc-emporium]

Venor worked SO hard for her estrogen and Lamia got all the tity anyway :( when will the transmasc v transfem rivalry end..... [Cringetober day 23 - Meme]

[ultraviolet-cello]

Writing OC post :]

Lil oneshot ft Venor and Lamia that I did as a warmup ages ago and wanted to clean up recently :]

This piece contains the following possibly triggering/squicky material: 

Mentions of long-term abuse, implied to be when one character was a child Drinking alcohol. One character gets drunk, she is fine. However she is noted to use alcohol as an unhealthy coping mechanism for her CPTSD One character makes a sex joke and there is a brief non-explicit discussion of having previous sexual partners. Same character briefly considers attacking another; he is a vampire and refers to this as 'eating' her.

If you're triggered or squicked by any of this material, please turn back! This is just a stream of consciousness-type piece.

Venor’s mind works dull and dampened, dazed and numb. She pushes past people automatically, hands working on their own, to go to the least crowded area; a clear line between slightly scared people milling about and another man, sitting alone and ignoring the gossiping derision in their voices, their refusal to make eye contact. One of those people. A little like her - Just an asshole, or a loner? She doesn't know, really. She's both. She hopes he's also both. 

He stands as Venor approaches, a glitching crystal-blue and neon-pink mask masking his eyes and subsequent expression, yet he seems surprised as Venor doesn’t back away, despite his considerable height and defined muscle. He’s not as tall as Polaris. He's just as broad, though; She wonders if he worked out, or was created like that. She wishes she could have seen Polaris grow up and get those muscles. She would have laid back, though. Hard work was never her style.

“Hi.” Venor says, and it comes out bored and disinterested. “I’m Venor. She and her.”

She doesn’t extend a hand; she hates touching.

“Lamia.” Lamia says, and his voice is arrogant and pompous. Venor hates it. Perfect.

“We’re the only two here without anyone to talk to. Thoughts on getting out of here and getting absolutely shitfaced?” Venor suggests. “No strings, I just need a drinking buddy.” It can’t hurt if it’s just one night. She did this when she first came into the city, too. Alcohol is... relieving. Absolutely not a healthy coping mechanism, but when you've got severe complex PTSD and a fucked up parent figure that will find you if you got to a therapist, what else can you do?

(She's wrong, she knows she's wrong, but she pushes that thought aside to view Lamia with disdain.)

Lamia barely considers it before walking off, expecting Venor to follow. What an asshole. She falls into step with him, and she doesn’t look back at the clearing.

They reach a bar at Lamia’s suggestion, and he offers to pay. Fine with Venor, she doesn’t have anything to her name. They take the centre stools at the bar, and people avoid them like the plague. Hell, Venor might consider keeping Lamia around if this is his effect on people. 

The bar isn’t exactly clean, but it’s not overly grimy either, with polished tables and polished floors. Behind the bar table is rows and rows of liquor, taps of beer, and Venor orders a tankard. It’s wooden and banded with iron and about as large as her head. An old-timey one, then, that contrasts weirdly with the crystalline neon tech of the average payment areas.

Lamia regards her in slight amusement. “You can hold your alcohol, can you?” He asks, indicating the full tankard, and there’s just slightly less of the snobbery, a hint of genuine interest from his fanged mouth.

“Nope.” Venor replies, and takes a swig. “You got any siblings, Lamia?”

Lamia shakes his head, looking at his own, slightly better portioned glass of wine. “No family, I’m one of those guys that just popped into existence from an important human.”

Venor raises her eyebrows. “Same.” She sloshes the beer in her tankard, wrapping her tail around the barstool. “What’s with the mask?”

The mask in question buzzes and glitches, and for the first time Venor notices the massive, pale scar that runs down Lamia’s right side of his face and continues onto his neck, disappearing under his black, sleeveless turtleneck. It mars his yellowy-gold skin in much the same way Venor’s scars mar hers. Awesome. Two pricks, two scars, they could be twins, if he wasn't about three times her size. Actually, she doesn't want to think about having a brother. 

“Oh, I’m missing an eye, it’s far too much for the commonfolk to be around me in public without me wearing mask or eyepatch. I also used to work directly under the Plasma as a villain of the primary universes.” He says, the most he’s spoken all day. Or at least, that's what Venor judges from the rasp in his voice. 

“A villain, you say? My human is in that timeline – Her name’s Akari.” Venor eyes him up and down. “At a guess, you’d be… ?” She makes a vague hand gesture.

Lamia snorts, but then he nods. Venor makes a mocked shock expression and her eyes land on his shoulder – a tattoo rests there, in the shape of an angled snowflake. Or something. Harsh black lines, in any case, stark against his smooth skin. The scar mars what would otherwise be a pretty hot guy, if Venor can ever call a guy hot. 

“Oh boy, we got the embodiment of pure evil in here? That’s cool.” Venor deadpans, and swigs more. Her mind is buzzing pleasantly, or starting to.

The alcohol has lost it’s bitterness, which is good. Lamia drains his wine glass.

“Careful now, you’re far below my rank to be saying that,” and he’s not joking. Fucking asshole. Venor definitely wants to know him better.

“Riiiiighttt, mr high-and-mighty. You think you’re better than me?” Venor slams down her tankard and Lamia only looks a fraction taken aback.

“I mean, I simply am. It's kind of the objective truth.” He says, voice tinged with derision. "Sorry to burst your bubble." He adds in a whisper, with a goddamn smile. Venor scoffs and laughs at him.

“Edgy. Love that. What’s your actual stance?” She’s definitely tipsy now, but she doesn’t care; this is fun. Her first successful social interaction; fun! Get wasted at a bar with a murderous villain-mun and insult him to his face.

“That isn’t a stance, it’s the truth of the universe that you are too weak to understand. Our overlords at the Plasma Zone created myself for a purpose, and that purpose was more important than yours, clearly.” Lamia says evenly.

“Wow, you’re a dick, aren’t you?” Venor stabs her finger through his mask – a weird, buzzing feeling envelops her hand, and taps him on the nose. One side must be damaged and scarred; it’s flatter, with rough skin that does not at all match his smooth texture. 

Lamia flinches. “Don’t do that.” He almost snarls, but seems to refine himself. Venor sighs, retracts her hand. 

“Alright, don’t bite my fingers, man.”

When he doesn’t bite her fingers off, she grins, sharp teeth glinting in the yellow light.

“Good boy.” She coos, and takes a large swill of her drink before he can retort. He glares at her (At least, she thinks so. It's a little hard to tell), and drains the rest of his drink.

Venor chatters away, much to Lamia’s heavy sigh. He agreed to be here, it’s his fault. He seems to be enjoying this in just as much the same way she is. Two people, abandoned by society, drinking away any painful emotion that one might have, like your own brother forgetting you ever existed when you promised to protect him, or something like that. 

“Where do you live?” Venor asks abruptly. Thoughtfully.

“A castle. It’s large and just off the city. People think it’s abandoned.”

“That’s awesome. Anyone there?”

“Just me. For my whole life.”

“What, really? That doesn't surprise me whatsoever! If it reassures you, I also lived alone for the majority of my life. Still do.” Venor examines her nails closely. She’s lying. She didn't live, as much as she existed. There's a difference.

“That really doesn’t surprise me either. You’re annoying.” Lamia says smoothly, snapping attention away from the obvious lie. She appreciates his utter lack of care for any interesting factoids about her life that may be revealed. 

“Fuck you. Actually, nobody wants to fuck you.” Venor scowls, ultimately accepting of his statement but flipping him off anyway as she chugs her nearly-empty beer tankard.

Lamia smirks - “Someone did, you know.” – and Venor chokes, making a face.

“Ew. Who was the poor girl, guy, or other assorted preference you may or may not have?”

Regarding her for a moment, Lamia keeps his voice quiet. “Guy. He died a while back.” He explains, and Venor makes a sympathetic face.

“Owch. The gays keep losing, don’t they? Such is life.”

Lamia cocks his head.

“I’m actually bisexual, but I prefer men. You?”

“I don’t know, I’ve never had a relationship. But I don’t think men appeal to me.”

Venor stands and waves her tankard. “Women!” She says loudly, and a few people raise their glasses. She’s reeling, and been through three drinks now; her head is dizzy. Lamia watches her in snooty amusement, with that elegant, refined posture he’s kept despite drinking just as much. He's way larger, to be fair. 

“I think you should head home. You’re small, and you’ve had a lot to drink.” He suggests, presumably out of the goodness of his heart and no ulterior motive to get rid of this social interaction because his social battery is exhausted.

“Small?! I’ll show you small!” Venor snaps. “I don’t have a home, youuu fucking asshole.” She's protesting for the sake of it. It's time to leave and they'll never see each other again. That's fine. That's fine. 

Lamia sighs. “Go find a homeless shelter or something then, I don’t know. Sleep on the concrete.” He suggests, and stands to leave, rolling his tired muscles.

“No.” Venor says, to fuck with him, and stands up to follow. “I’m really good at breaking restraining orders too, don’t even try.” 

Lamia exits the building without another word.

He does not lose Venor by the time they get to the castle, despite her poorly-disguised yawns and tiredness. She immediately curls up onto the floor and goes limp, barely awake. Lamia stands there for a few seconds, battling with some internal struggle; he doesn’t particularly care about her, but she has impressed him somewhat. But he is a horrible person, so… How does one deal with this? He appreciates her kindred spirit.

He makes a compromise and drags her onto the couch, before instantly disappearing from Venor’s black-tinged view. She would lift her head and try say an “awh, you careeeee!”, mockingly, but she’s too sleepy to do that, so she drifts off to sleep.

Besides, it’s the warmest, most comfortable place she’s ever slept in.

When Venor wakes up, everything hurts. She sits up, cracking her spine in three places, and freezes. She is in… a big room. Human Victorian-style, with that sleek touch of modern architecture. She is on a couch. It is fluffy. What.

“Oh, you’re finally awake.” Lamia – Lamia, Lamia… drinking! Right! Because of… oh. – “I was hoping you died.” He’s wearing a pair of loose shorts and a cropped neon yellow jacket over his bare chest. Top surgery scars. Interesting. The large scar runs down his right breast and disappears down underneath his waistband. Damn. As he turns, she see it goes straight through him, apparently, slashing up his back and his torso must have been fully bisected.... He has another scar, around his neck. This one has suture marks. They're cleaner than Venor's fracture-marks. She loses the train of thought. 

“Why am I on a couch?!” Venor demands, trying to stand up and getting far too dizzy but she manages to wobble in place anyway. Lamia shrugs, ambivalent, and takes a sip of coffee. He doesn't offer any. 

“Not a bed, at least?” Venor says with no expectation of a couch, let alone being let inside.

“No. You’re annoying. And it was farthest away from my room, because you scream in your sleep. It’s fucked up.” Lamia says, with some disgust. Venor stretches, rolling her eyes.

“Do you wanna be friends?” She asks, as if she’s asking for a taxi.

Lamia does not consider it at all.

“No.”

Venor shrugs, silent. “Can I stay here then?”

Lamia considers it a little, and something in him nags. “Sure.” If she gets too annoying he can just eat her. No big deal. 

And Venor gives him a grin that makes him sure he’s going to regret this for a long time.

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