#yvette (never satisfied)

[whump-me]

Unseen Masterpost

A living weapon in a gilded cage

When the head of the Couvillion Syndicate dies unexpectedly, his ruthless and brilliant daughter Yvette should be the unquestioned choice to take his place. Or that’s what Yvette thinks. But her father’s people still see her as a child. They think they can take what is rightfully hers.

They don’t see that she’s every bit as cold-blooded as her father was.

She’s heard of a group that trains assassins with unnatural powers. A living weapon who can turn invisible at will sounds like just the edge she needs. But this organization won’t just give one of their assassins away. As always, Yvette will need to take what she wants—by any means necessary.

To Delta-Nine-308, who has never left her training compound, Yvette’s gilded cage is as good as freedom—and freedom is terrifying. She longs to go home to her familiar cell. But living with Yvette means soft beds and cookies and the novel concept of free time. It means late-night conversations with her desperately lonely captor, who has started confiding in her as if they’re friends. She’s never had a friend before.

She doesn’t want to give all this up.

And all she has to do to keep it is kill whoever Yvette wants her to kill.

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Unseen is a novel in the Mind Games universe—a series of standalone stories about ordinary humans with superhuman abilities and the people who want to use or destroy them. It’s got living-weapon whump, a cold but conflicted female whumper, a sheltered and naive female whumpee (who is also a highly trained assassin), and a friendship as emotionally satisfying as it is deeply unhealthy.

Chapters Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24

(Here from a reblog? Here’s the most recent version.)

[ohcorny]

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yvette i can't hold all this update

[thelegacylegacy]

Yvette left Jamie alone for a few minutes and came back with another sim in tow.

Jamie: who is this, Yvette?

Yvette: a little present for you, my dear

Jamie: what... I can't bite a human, that's wrong!

She knew it would take some convincing; after all, her son had put some stupid ideas in all his children's heads, but Jamie was thirsty and it was obvious the human's blood was calling him.

Yvette: come on, Jamie. Aren't you thirsty? You will feel so much better than after drinking those plasma packs...

And, to her delight, her grandson decided to listen to her and hurried to sink his teeth into the human's neck.

When he finished drinking from him, Jamie felt the guilt eating him away. But, at the same time, he had never felt so euphoric and satisfied in his life.

Yvette: that's it, Jamie. Good job

[griffinsboyfriend]

THEORIES FOR CHAPTER 20? JUST CAUGHT UP AND GOING INSANE

Giiiirl. I have a few crack theories but I think they’ve managed to write a good mystery here. Anything could happen, and given how wild the smut has been, and how wild the story itself has been, I’m willing to bet the final chapter will blow our asses wide open.

It’s 10 minutes long too according to the description, so we should be getting a lot. I feel like they’ve managed to stuff a lot in the short chapters throughout, it’s well paced so I think the ending should be satisfying. Btw, I’d love to hear yours and everyone else’s theories!!! But here are my crack theories:

1. Charles/Charlotte is the murderer and has been leading us on a goose chase this whole time to put our sights off of them. He’s a stalker who obsessed about MC when his aunt was alive. She was genuinely kind to Charles, inviting him over or asking for his aid with the house, it would make sense that he’d see MC in photos and developed stalkerish feelings toward him. I feel like they’ve done so many coincidences with him that it’s too convenient when the writers are trying to tell us he’s innocent. He just happened to have a TRASH BAG full of foxgloves? Sure, Jan.

Additionally, in the van, if you choose one of the dialogue options with Charles (forgot exactly what it is), he tenses up… almost becoming a different person before he resurfaces and remembers where he is. He’s had a handful of those type of interactions depending on the choices you make. Could be PTSD, but idk. It smells manipulative to me, and MC has fallen hard for his savior. Moreover, the van being unlocked? Really now? 🤨 well that was easy, wasn’t it…

That cologne too, it could be one of Charles’s cologne and he planted it in the van to frame Vince. I always thought that MC was being drugged whenever they went into their fantasies early on, but MC is quite horny so I believe its likely just THEM being them lol.

I think Charles accidentally murdered his wife by overdosing her, and his grief is unprocessed or not properly dealt with. But bc of this, his mental is likely not sane. He pushed away the grief bc he thought he needed to be there for his daughter, who pushed him away bc she hasn’t been able to properly grieve either and that’s just how kids can be.

1.5 crack theory: Yvette burned down the house bc she was worried MC would leave her father and her new co-parent, who she likely looks up to. I mean who wouldn’t, this MC is one of the greats certainly. Yvette wanting to become involved in the investigation late in the game feels pointed.

Ultimately, the dirty little secret could be our lover is the murderer and we can choose to stand by him and keep it, or not. But since this book is a stand alone, I’m doubting this I actually going to happen bc I think we’d need at least 2 more chapters to connect the dots.

2. Vince and Sadie are working together and are the killers. Vince is super dumb so he’d go along with anything Sadie said, even if she didn’t intend for real murder. I think there’s evidence in ch19 to suggest he’s dumb enough to cross the line. THEN AGAIN. The evidence only stacked up in the last chapter so I feel like… this is a red herring perhaps.

I truly don’t believe that Sadie wanted us to die or be burned alive. She’s evil but idk if she’s proven to be that evil. She’s conniving and manipulative, but I haven’t seen evidence suggesting she’d go that far. Then again she did try to hide her real identity, going so far as to get surgery. Post having sex with the mayor, she seemed obedient to him. So perhaps…

3. The Mayor is the murderer. He loved MC’s aunt but she never returned the feelings. He let his rich white man ego and pride get the better of him, he has the resources and money to make it happen without a second thought against him. I feel there’s less buildup for this though…

4. Charles and Sadie are working together to take down MC. This would be the real insane reason, and honestly I feel like I’d live if they did this! I’d have to hand it to PB if they went this route bc I feel it could be successful. They def led their audience on a wild ride, why not push them over the edge type of tease lol. There’s not enough evidence yet to suggest they’re working together but I mean this book has been fucking insane sooo…

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I think whoever captured Yvette will force Charles to show his true colors. I can’t wait for the drama to unfold!!!

Also going into that van was the last straw. I KNEW the jig was up then. Whoever the killer is KNEW MC (and maybe Charles, if he’s not the killer) would be this stupid. It’s classic horror/thriller movie scenes.

I’m willing to bet someone is going to shut that van door and force MC/Charles to watch whatever is about to unfold. God I hope they obliterate us, man!!!!

[moonrisecalamityretreat]

What do you think you're doing? | Miyazaki | Trial 6.7 | Re: Yuriko, Loic, Mikazuki

Miyazaki gets more incessant with his petting of Diabelle, he keeps it gentle to appease the small creature but there was a noticeable shake forming in his hands. A tremble that he couldn't even name. The angel was drawing closer weren't they? How much longer till they were here?

He is caught off guard by the simple words of "Stop it." that came from Yuriko. He stares directly over at them. He remembers...he was making flower crowns with them by the water...It was so fun...It was such a nice time. He remembers...that he couldn't mistrial them...He couldn't and yet...he acted there with defiance to save them.

"I...I don't matter...that's...the conclusion to all of this Iwasaki-san. But...I have to keep it hidden for as long as I can. Even if I don't want to...I have to do it."

Maybe some of them would understand but...he doesn't expect them to understand. They are under no obligation to understand. They can't understand because if they do then...he might just get what he truly wants. He might be able to accept their offer.

"The whole time...The Shepherd held all your lives over my head..."

Honesty...begins to leak from his mouth.

"The Shepherd...The Shepherd would punish all of you if I stepped out of line. They needed you all for the game but were just as satisfied if they took you all down in a blaze. As long as it would break me...The Shepherd would do anything. Killing Denda-san...Yvette-san...and even dropping the chandelier on you Iwasaki-san. Every part of it was just a part of it. They are always in control...You can't help because if you help something like me...you could all die."

He wanted to believe in them...he wanted to believe in the Tranquility Dogs, he wanted to believe that there was an escape. His lip trembles and he swallows hard before regaining his composure.

"Direct connection? I suppose there would have to be one for The Shepherd to have been able to have such easy access to it all. Otsuka-san's father...Chikao Otsuka, he was an alumni of Hope's Peak Academy that wanted to build the world up after everything...It would make sense for it to have been him. Would it not?"

Once again that confidence of his comes and he turns the questions right back on them. They have theories and when he extrapolates do they still make sense? Was there any other way? Was it even possible for him to be direct?

"Then, Mr. Archambeault it is."

He watches the way that Loic fiddles with the bracelets on his wrists. The way that Loic couldn't sit still in these moments of stress...He always wanted to reach him...some deep longing in his chest that just wanted to connect to Loic...

"Once again, you are finding yourselves confused. The memory wipe was a success on all 19 participants. I was not among those 19. However, that memory machine was used specifically for therapeutic purposes on AEDS patients. That error code, 3146ADS...It wasn't a memory error. It was an error produced by the machine's ability to detect AEDS...and the error code actually..."

He lifts his finger to point adjacent to Loic.

"It was you, Mr. Archambeault. The memory machine couldn't fully do it's job when The Shepherd ran it on you. But they didn't care, as long as your memories of Happy Smiles were gone...It was enough. I actually...I had no idea about this...The Shepherd never told me anything and they helped set up the teams...I genuinely believed that you didn't have AEDS while your brother did. The Shepherd liked to keep their secrets from me..."

There was one mystery out of the way he supposes...It wasn't a very big one but still...

"...It...does begin to blend together...the more you're forced to watch it..."

When you watched people die...so much blood...so much gore...was that a truth or were those lies?

"This isn't! ..."

Miyazaki finds himself almost losing his tone again...he looks down at Diabelle and with a pat, he finally sets her down, telling her to run back to her sister.

To Mikazuki...he can't look directly at them...He has things he wants to say as his now empty arms wrap around his body.

"Stop...calling me Pachi-chan...It...It isn't stupid, Soma-san...I just can't understand why...You all...You all should just..."

He grits his teeth, choking back words that he wants to say. Words that aren't allowed to be said, words that have to remain close to his heart...Till the end...

Till the very end he has to stand by The Shepherd...together forever...always at each other's back...A bond that could tackle the whole world together if they needed. That was their sacred promise...to always protect the other. Miyazaki upholds his end...but The Shepherd...

"Yes, 19 memory wipes occurred...minus myself and The Shepherd of course...I do...have a translator chip. It was the only way I'd truly be able to take on Otsuka-san's identity and make sure I could understand everything...No need to check...there is a scar there...Because The Shepherd performed the surgery on me themself..."

It was a simple surgery for them...it was agonizing for Miyazaki but he bared through it...because he had to do it. He has always been forced to bend to The Shepherd's will...But regardless of the moral consequences...He will take all of The Shepherd's burdens...everything for them...

"Doesn't add up...Is that what you're going to say? It really doesn't does it? None of them work as The Shepherd...only..."

Finally, there is a crack at Mikazuki's final words...a deep breathing that begins to escape from Miyazaki's lips.

"They...they can't? They can't can they...They can't...and I...I..."

Miyazaki displays uncharacteristic mannerisms. He lifts his hands to the sides of his head as his heart beat increases in tempo...He grips the sides of his hair and starts to pull on them lightly. Stress building up...

"I can't...I can't...I can't..."

He repeats again and again...seemingly starting to lose himself in the moment...

[pvxels]

closed starter | ft. @midnightsaboteur​

paris, the city of love. How cliche that Yvette would want to write a book based on such a place. with her muse on her arm, the brunette goddess couldn’t help but bask in the allure of sweet paris. everything about the city just screamed romance, as did her companion. the man was a complete cliche in himself, with the name, romeo, and the personality to boot. he really was the modern day prince charming. the two of them had incredible chemistry, and they had great sex. that was perhaps one of the main reasons the man had been present in her life for so long. yvette usually slept with someone once or twice, then binned them off. but with romeo.. she couldn’t quite get enough. no matter how many times they had mind blowing sex.. her lusting for him was never satisfied - she was always left wanting more of him, needing to feel him all over again. the sun had long since gone down, and after a rather risque encounter atop the eiffel tower a day prior, the pair had decided to take a stroll down the seine. with manuscript in hand, yvette read to the male. “...with her back pressed against the cold iron railing of the iconic tower, dainty fingers buried in his hair and his tongue buried in her heat, she moaned out his name. eye lashes fluttered as knuckles whitened, holding onto the railing for dear life as her body quaked, her prince charming causing her to implode in pleasure right there. the contact unwavering, him refusing to leave her until he was quite content that he’d tasted every single drop of her sweet nectar..” the brunette trailed off. “you get the idea..” she chuckled, tucking a few stray locks behind her ear, turning then to peer toward romeo. “it was far too memorable of an encounter for me to not include it..” another light laugh passed plump lips. “please tell me you love it..” yvette teased, approaching the male with a slight smirk.

[lysaige]

wake up babe it's time to re-read all of never satisfied in one night and be conflicted over whether you think january is a good person

[batplushies]

Ivy ESA moments

[dracoria-azucar]

I’m losing my mind at this update

[diagnosed-fool]

A reunion between a human and her magic frog, or, something.

(Ivyvette Theory! From human to cat to husk in three easy steps.)

[mochaangel]

Yvette? Is that you?

Reading Never Satisfied update and really jazzed to see more Ivy. But im thinking...

[Spoilers ahead if you want to read the comic fresh]

Thierry is a husk. Husks' familiars get absorbed into them. Ivy is some lone familiar??? I mean it could be. But remember how Ivy has blue magic and that old missing representative Yvette(???) had blue magic. So either Yvette is a cat, her familiar is on her lonesome, or im just some kind of asshole!

[vendetta-if]

Hello! I know i'm really late for the ride but i've recently played ch3 and it is so satisfying! Since the beginning i've been imagining my MC basking in blood of their rivals and drinking enemies' tears and your story gives exactly that. By the way, it's my first revenge-drived MC, so i've been thinking about their circumstances a lot. They are really calm and collected, maybe even gentle and friendly usually. But during the first mission their true anger and thirst for violence came out. I know that Luka and Ash are really ok with violent MC because it allignes with their job. But how do they react to really trigger happy MC? Like one minute MC is thinking straight and know what they are doing and the next they want to create a blood bath no matter the consequences because they suddenly feel like doing that? Also, i think that MC's powers are really corrupting in that situation because they make it so easy to kill and to do it in really disturbing way. Everyone is fascinated by this potential and my MC is only happy to indulge but can it lead to the point when MC's own family will be frightend by their power? (i'm sorry if smth like this has been answered already)

Reading the first two sentences of this ask made me giggle, Anon 🤭 I promised that Ruthless MCs can be very ruthless and I’m happy that I can deliver it 😁 There will definitely be more action scenes like these as the story progresses (for those who choose them, of course)

As for your question, Luka and Grandpa would definitely try to rein in a too-bloodthirsty MC a little because sometimes, you still need some people alive for information and stuff and killing some people at the wrong time can have pretty serious consequences.

Meanwhile, Ash… I don’t think they’ll mind much… Actually, maybe they’ll become even more impulsive and bloodthirsty too because they are indirectly encouraged by your MC’s actions, and as we know, they already have that streak in them.

But, I don’t think Luka, Grandpa, and Ash would ever be really frightened by MC, worried and a bit unsettled maybe, but not really frightened (also Luka would still see MC as a little kid they were 10 years ago sometimes 🥺).

Because if there’s one thing that all MCs share no matter what is their love and loyalty for their remaining family and loved ones. They would never be able to bring themself to hurt, harm, or betray them.

And about MC’s powers being corrupting because they make it really easy to kill people in a lot of different and disturbing way… That’s a really good point and yes, you are right.

If you are already pretty Ruthless during the Chapter 1 flashback where little MC accidentally (well, it’s not really accidental for ruthless MC deep inside) kill those 4 goons who wanted to hurt Viktor, that was the exact thing they felt. Like, “Oh, it’s that easy to totally decimate a living human being, especially ones that are way older and bigger than they were”.

I think the corrupting nature of some powers also affect a lot of other powered people, and in different ways too depending on their powers and personalities. Like Yvette, for example, if you can already make everyone likes and loves you and manipulate people’s emotions to get your way ever since you were a little kid, you probably won’t feel that guilty or maybe even didn’t consider it bad when you do the same thing as an adult and throughout your life. It becomes something normal.

[rosietrace]

Victoria Shard

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“One must never commit deceit while I am in sight. For I. See. Everything.”

— Victoria Shard, the beholding

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General Information

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Full Name — Victoria Lieselotte Hyacinth Shard

↳ Victoria; A name of Latin origin, meaning ‘Victory’; It also happens to be the name of the Roman Goddess of Victory.

↳ Lieselotte; Lieselotte is a name of German origin, meaning ‘God's promise’. It is derived from a combination of the names Lise, a diminutive form of Elisabeth, and Lotte, a diminutive of Charlotte.

↳ Hyacinth; A small genus of bulbous, spring-blooming perennials; The purple version of the Hyacinthus is typically symbolic of ‘seeking forgiveness’.

↳ Shard; A broken piece of glass.

Japanese ver. — ビクトリア リーゼロッテ ヒヤシンス シャード

Romaji ver. — Bikutoria Rīzerotte Hiyasinsu Syādo

Twisted from: The Magic Mirror

❏ — Snow White and the seven dwarfs (白雪姫) (1937)

V/A(日本語): Miyuki Sawashiro(沢城みゆき)

↳ Voices Raiden Shogun, Genshin Impact

V/A(英語/EN): Cheryl Texiera • Anne Yatco • Erin Yvette

↳ Texiera; Voices Kafka, Honkai Star Rail

↳ Yatco; Voices Raiden Shogun, Genshin Impact

↳ Yvette; Voices Arlecchino, Genshin Impact

Age: 19

Birthday: September 25th

Horoscope: Libra ♎

Species: Glass Faerie/Mortal (Half-blood)

Height: 189 cm

Hair color: Purple/Indigo

Eye color: Sapphire blue

Gender/Pronouns: Female, She/Her

Sexuality: Bisexual

Dominant hand: Left

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Extra Information

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Homeland: Queendom of Roses, Northern Isle

『 Family:

Florian Shard — Father

Vivian Marigold Shard — Mother

Grimhilde Shard — Grandmother †

Yona Von Monarch — Godmother 』

Dormitory: Pomefiore

School Year: 3rd Year

Class: 3-A (seat no. 25)

Club: None

Best class(es): Incantations, Alchemy, Political Debate

Worst class(es): Morality

Like(s): Pastries, chocolate, her best friend, fashion, sewing, embroidery, needlework, swordsmanship, singing, honing her magic, family, satisfying her ambition

Dislike(s): Her grandmother, Malleus Draconia, losing the position of Pomefiore's housewarden, Rook's needless praise, lack of order, unsatisfied ambition, rumors, iron

Hobbies: Sewing, embroidery, needlework, alchemy, handling political/household affairs in her parents' stead, swordsmanship, spending time with Zen, singing in Pomefiore's forests, tending to the forest's woodland creatures

Talent(s): Alchemy, poison immunity, observance, multilingual, swordsmanship, spellcasting, sewing, singing, dancing, political handling, manipulation

Flaw(s): Manipulative, perfectionistic, protective, over-ambitious, cold-hearted, blunt

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Personality

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Quite the complicated relationship many have with Victoria, honestly. Some love her, some hate her, and some outright fear her.

Victoria wears an air of elegant — and even queenly — grace. But a pretty face can only do so much to make up for a personality as cold as hers.

She cares little for most of the individuals around her. Not unless they have something that she can use for her little plans to satisfy whatever's fueling her ambition.

And to do that, her manipulative ways come into play. And based on how many connections she has — not to mention the number of information she has on other people — it's safe to say that she is frighteningly good at what she does.

She got that from her repulsive grandmother, of course. The apple may not have fallen far from the tree, but Victoria wants to make sure that that apple will rot.

A woman as perfectionistic as her always has a way of getting what she wants, after all. However, one can't help but pity the poor souls that get in the way of her plans. Some say they never come back the same, or never come back at all.

Oh, but what can you do? Rumors like that will always get on her nerves. It's best not to speak ill of Victoria, for she claims to ‘see and hear everything’. And sometimes, it doesn't feel like a threat.

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Unique Magic: Mirror mirror(鏡よ鏡)

❦ An ability that allows its user to hypnotize others into speaking only the truth through eye contact.

The user's eyes will typically roll back, as the set within their sockets will slowly but surely turn into glass.

The user must say an incantation before making use of this ability.

That incantation being; “Pitiful you, for speaking such deceit, but the truth must come to light. Mirror mirror, dispel their deceit, and bring the truth to light.”

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Thoughts on them

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“Victoria perplexes me, frankly. While true that she's beautiful, one can't help but feel unsettled by her acts of manipulation. I do my best to ensure that they're becoming less of a common occurrence, but alas, she always has her ways.”

— Vil Schoenheit, housewarden of Pomefiore

“Say what you will about Tori, but you can't deny that she's a great friend when she wants to be — the best, even! Wha- Don't give me that look, you don't know her like I do!”

— Zenith Devi, Victoria's childhood best friend

“.... I don't have much to say about her. Beautiful, yes. That much is certain. Unfortunately, beauty can't make up for her disdainful attitude towards me. I will say, however, she is quite...”

— Malleus Draconia, housewarden of Diasomnia

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Additional Trivia

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✑ Main Theme: Look What You Made Me Do by Taylor Swift

✑ Backstory: 『 A broken mirror 』 • 『 That single lie 』

✑ OC Playlist: TBA

༝ㅤ･ㅤ˚ㅤ。ㅤ.ㅤ⋆ㅤ꒷꒦꒷꒦ ✧̣̩⋆̩☽⋆゜【♛】

♛ Before Vil had arrived in NRC, Victoria was well acquainted with the former housewarden of Pomefiore — and they had promised to gift her the title of housewarden.

♛ Of course, that didn't end up happening. To become the housewarden of Pomefiore, one must make the most poisonous of poisons. And, unfortunately, Vil ended up making one that was more effective than Victoria's — thus causing her to lose her chance of becoming the housewarden.

♛ In the present day, Victoria and the former housewarden are no longer in contact with each other. And this is attributed to Victoria's belief that turning Vil into the housewarden was a ‘betrayal’ of the promise they had made.

♛ The crown of Pomefiore was a crown Victoria never got to wear. And so, as a compromise, she made her own crown. A replica. One of glass. And sometimes, she'd lock herself in her room — wearing the crown — and think about what could've been hers.

♛ Not many know of this fact, but she has quite a fondness for sweets; specifically chocolate! Victoria thinks she hides it well, but it seems she'll never be able to hide the excitement in her eyes when she sees the opportunity to eat a chocolate-based pastry.

♛ Victoria is a three-time champion of The Swordsman Solstice — a competition that's known throughout Twisted Wonderland as ‘the longest sword fighting competition in history’.

♛ Everywhere she goes, she always brings a small sewing kit with her. Just in case she finds the time to sew or embroider anything.

♛ Because her parents are significant political players in the Queendom of Roses, they are not home that often. So, in their stead, Victoria's usually the one handling the household affairs. (Depending on the matter of conflict, she occasionally assists her parents in handling political affairs.)

♛ Bickering is a common occurrence between her and Malleus. Due to their family's not-so-good history, the two of them can't help but snarl and stare disdainfully at each other. It's usually recommended not to get too close if their bickering transitions into an argument.

♛ When it comes to swordsmanship, Victoria incorporates ballet in the way that she strikes and slashes with her blades. And in terms of skill? She's second to none.

♛ In total, Victoria can speak up to four languages fluently. English, Japanese, German, and Latin.

♛ Victoria has a high immunity to poison. But never ask her why she has such immunities. Just don't.

♛ Victoria claims to value the virtue of truth. And to do that, that implies that she's never once lied. But she did, once. When she was seventeen.

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Appearance

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Victoria's tags

#victoria shard • #『 vic ♢ 』 •

#♢/🪞 — the queen

#『 malleutoria 🪞 』 || #『 nororia ⚖️ 』

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[moonrisecalamityretreat]

An Eye for an Eye, and a Tooth for a Tooth

The saying often goes that you shouldn’t bring a knife to a gunfight. It comes to mind when Angela giggles, raising her hand with a laziness that shouldn’t follow when aiming to kill, and a casualness that should never go hand in hand with pulling the trigger. But it does. When Angela fires a spray of bullets towards Yvette, she truly, deeply, does not care.

There’s not much Yvette can do. Were she a certain doctor with the ability to simply catch the bullets out of thin air, this would surely be no problem. 

But Yvette is not her, and she is only human, and she has only ever been human, and the bullets tear right into her.

Her body jerks erratically with each hit, blood blossoming from the new wounds that sprout all over her body…but she does not stop. 

Even when she gets close enough to see the flash of the gun’s muzzle, she does not stop. 

Her gaze stays trained on Angela; a predator locked onto its prey. It’s only when she’s close enough to see the whites of the woman’s eyes through the slots in her mask that Yvette strikes.

There’s a flash of silver aimed at Angela’s hand - a cut just deep enough to make her lose her grip. It’s all Yvette needs to fully knock the gun from her grasp and toss it to where Angela can’t reach it without risking another attack. Yvette pauses to stare at the seam of crimson that her blade has left on the other woman. She cocks her head to the side, her eyes wide and empty as they slowly trace their way up to Angela’s face.

“You bleed just like a human.”

No sooner have the words left her mouth that she unleashes a flurry of slashes - for every wound on her body, she pays Angela one in return. She leaves just enough time in between each one for the pain to fully register before she delivers the next, but stops just as the sword is about to plunge into her chest for what would surely be a fatal blow. 

“Last chance to give up. I might just let you live.”

Angela looks at Yvette… and laughs. Blood sprays from her mouth as she smiles, beautiful, overjoyed, entertained. 

“I think this’ll be good for you. Now you’ll know what it’s like to bleed out. Just like big bro–”

Before she can finish the sentence, however, the blade is already piercing through her chest and coming out of her back, stained with red. With a click of her tongue, Yvette withdraws the blade, watching as Angela slides off and crumples to the ground. 

“Miserable little thing…”

Her breaths are ragged and heavy as she crouches down next to her, removing the mask so she can be sure that the lamb is finally dead. 

Angela stares back up at her. For the second that life still remains in her body, she looks not at Yvette, but at the sky above, and uses every ounce of energy that remains to think of one thing.

“Sorry… Dian.. tha…”

It’s only when she sees the glassy eyes up close that she’s satisfied and rises so she can make her way to the others.

…but the adrenaline is quickly fading, and she only manages to stagger forward a small way before she collapses.

[snarkwriteswrasslin]

"Vampire landlord" Do with that what you will :)

Ahhh! I love this and I love you for sending it! I think I have an answer for you now, actually!! Remember way back when you actually sent me Seeds Of Unrest and I did that whole Edge x OFC x Christian thing? Well, hello to Yvette, Edge and Christian again.. This is kind of a newer / fresher look at it? I think we kinda.. danced around these three and this at some point on Discord and our talks actually inspired me to write this out for your answer. So.. Yeah.

There’s not really anything steamy here, just uh.. Heavy tension. That’s all.

Warnings:

Nothing, really.. Bear in mind that this is a vampire!edge & wolf!omega original character work, so things might... possibly.. get weird. Not in the sexual sense or anything, but like.. yes. Just weird. IE... The brood is portrayed here as an actual family coven of vampires.. And Luna is in a partnership with Gangrel.. And they’ve taken Edge and Christian in as their sons.. So it’s very much also a found family idea that I’ve had in mind for a while but never the guts to truly write..

Oh, wait.. yeah.. There are heavy hints that Orton is involved in this little tale somewhere, sooner or later... And it ends on a bit of a random cliffhanger, sorry!!

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It was a little after 9 pm.

That feeling of unease hadn’t worn off. I kept telling myself that Randy wouldn’t dare cross over to the vampire side of town. But deep down, knowing how insane Randy could be at times… I couldn’t entirely convince myself he wouldn’t if he didn’t want something bad enough.

Three sharp raps at the door of the little house had me jumping at least two feet into the air and scrambling for an old wooden bat that leaned against the door.

Something Luna’s son brought over just when it started to get dark. 

I could almost hear the dry tone to his voice then as he’d told me “If you won’t take a gun or keep a silver blade on you…” when he left it behind earlier.

Tiptoeing towards the window, I found myself peering through cheery red curtains and out into the darkness. In the distance, I could hear a lone howl and that had me tensing all over. The air felt heavy.

I was doing it again, letting my own fears get to me.

“The Alphas of our kind don’t typically come here. He isn’t lurking in the shadows. I need to get a grip.” I muttered it to myself, mostly to break the tension.

The door was being knocked on harder now.

I squeezed my eyes shut, hand shaking so bad I barely kept a hold of the wooden bat as I stepped towards it.

Sniffing the air had my body relaxing only slightly. It wasn’t the pungent and overpowering aroma of Randal or any of his pack mates come to steal me away in the darkness and drag me back to hell kicking and screaming that awaited me on the other side of the door.

Instead, I smelled old leather. Traces of copper that indicated that the surly man with the long blond locks who stood on the stoop must have just returned from either the blood bank or scouring the woods that lined the edge of the town square for deer or any other sort of game he could find.

It’s how they fed, Luna told me once. She never told me why and I never asked.

“Edge?” I questioned, my back pressed as heavily as I could get against the front door to the house until I was absolutely sure it was him and I wasn’t picking up on residual from his visit earlier in the evening.

“Yeah.” he answered.

I turned to face the door and took a few long and deep breaths to pull myself together. The bat fell to the parquet flooring with a quiet thud that seemed to echo all around the room and I rose to tiptoe, peering through the small pane of glass at the top of the door.

I wasn’t taking any chances. 

I knew I was safer here than I was on my side of town, but… I also knew just how calculating and ruthless Randal could be when he set his sights on something and got an idea in his head. I knew that mimicking scents wasn’t below him. Neither was doing something to potentially harm Luna and her family, then using one of them to gain entry to the house I was currently hidden in.

If he really wanted to find me, a silly little thing like unspoken boundaries and code of conduct weren’t going to stop him. Not that he’d ever had a code of conduct to begin with. Or common decency, anything like that.

,,to be fair  it didn’t stop you when you chose to go into hiding here, did it? You’re really only as safe as you choose to believe you are at any given moment. You know you’re putting Luna and her family at risk simply by being here. You know that sooner or later, Randal will find you. He is a monster, after all.” the reminder came just as Edge knocked a few more times, impatient.

“Just a second.” I finally managed to get the words out. I reached for the door knob and unlocked that, then I unlocked all 3 of the chain locks on the door and opened it just a slip, standing in it.

Edge stared down at me, arms folded over his chest. His eyes settled on the fallen bat nearby and he gave a dry chuckle.

“Is there something wrong?” I tilted my head slightly to gaze up at him, shuffling my feet. 

My heart started to pound. I was all too well aware of the tension that radiated off of his body and I knew exactly why. Working with Luna meant I got to hear things now and then. One of those things being Edge’s struggle with going to donor blood or animal blood.

I don’t know why, exactly, but I found myself wondering whether my blood smelled weird to him. I’d been working with Luna for over a year now and I still hadn’t grown accustomed to the scent of her if I were being perfectly honest. And being on this side of town…

The scent of death. Old and new. It mingled heavily in the air.

I wasn’t used to it at all. I’m not sure I’ll ever be used to it.

Edge’s teeth snagged on his lower lip and he cleared his throat, again, a sign of impatience.

“Luna sent me over for tonight.” he explained as he nodded to the room behind me, indicating that he wanted to come inside. I swallowed hard and eyed him, shaking my head.

,, He’s not a threat to you… At least not in the way Randal would be right now.” the thought lingered and while I knew that, there was also this lingering air of danger and mystery that seemed to roll right off the man standing in front of me.

He left me unsettled.

I couldn’t figure out whether that was a good thing or a bad one, either…

After the tension seemed to get thicker to a point where I found myself breathing erratically, I stepped aside and let him into the living room. Edge shut the door behind him and sank down onto the sofa.

I sat down at the other end. Very careful not to invade his space.

The dim glow of the television set filled the room and silence seemed to settle in until he spoke up again.

“Luna had a bad feeling. Thinks you’re in danger.” Edge explained, almost immediately falling silent again. A thoughtful look on his face. I didn’t dare ask what was on his mind. I didn’t dare say what was on mine, either. But the thought was weighing down on me heavily.

,, Oh, I’m in danger alright.. In danger of crawling right out of my damn skin at any second because I can feel my heat beginning. Thank god I have my suppressant patches and I got away from my side of town in time...” just the mere thought had my face burning hot and I didn’t dare meet his gaze. I cleared my throat and spoke up.

I got the distinct feeling that I probably didn’t want to hear his answer, but I knew I had to ask. I had to know if Luna had been feeling off all day too.

“Did she happen to mention why, exactly?” I asked the question in a series of shaky breaths.

My heart pounded harder against my chest. My mind filled and spun with the possibilities. Had Randal and his pack mates found out where I currently hid?

Edge eyed me and shrugged. “All she told me was that she felt like you were in danger tonight.”

I couldn’t help but stare at him out of the corner of my eyes. Studying him intently, searching for any possible hint whether I’d just caused problems for Luna and her family. Edge’s chuckle drew me out of my thoughtful daze.

“What?”

“You. You do realize if we wanted you dead or if we wanted to turn you, you’d be one of us or  dead already, right?” Edge shrugged as he mentioned it.

I nodded. Dragging my hands through my hair, I spoke up quietly. 

“It’s not so much you guys as it is… The threat me being here poses to you all.” I fell silent, grumbling to myself and pouting a little when Edge nearly doubled over, laughter so hard that he shook a little.

He stopped and the laughter died away. His eyes roamed over me slowly. Carefully.

I tensed and gulped under his gaze. If I thought my cheeks burned hot before, they burned so much hotter now under the gaze. He was moving closer to me.

“You really think we can’t handle a pack of mangy animals?” Edge asked the question as he shook his head in amused disbelief.

“I didn’t mean it like that, I…” I stammered, nervous. Getting more nervous with each second that passed. Because he seemed to get closer.

Sitting taller.

My eyes left his and settled on his mouth. The faintest hint of blood at the corners of his mouth a very real warning of the danger he was to me.

But the animal within didn’t seem to care.

She felt amused. Satisfied. Curious. And oh so dangerously attracted to the vampire sitting to my left. ,, almost as equally attracted as she was to his brother, who’d come by earlier, right after he left the first time..”  the knowledge of this had me curious. Wondering what was up with that. Telling myself that it was probably just purely physical.. But knowing that was wrong because for whatever reason... I felt this.. Pull... to both men.

I realized that Edge wasn’t the only one moving closer around the same time that the side of my leg brushed against his and the door was being knocked on, yet again. Edge raised a finger to his lips and muttered quietly, “Shhh. Don’t move. Stay put.” as he got up and strode over towards the door.

I tensed even more.

Not that I’d ever fully felt the tension leave my body. Just changing… From one form of tension to another.

I watched that front door like my life depended on it, only letting out a few long and ragged breaths when Luna’s other son Cristian stepped into the room.

And while I may have relaxed slightly, I was still in control of myself enough to know that either way I sliced things currently, I was still in danger.

,, but you’re safer here in this little house on this side of town than you are on your own. Here, you have freedom. You’re not just some little breeder who is frowned upon because she stubbornly refuses to breed with the first Alpha to pay her a passing glance… ”  

If that Alpha had been anyone other than Randal Orton, I may well have caved in.

Cristian cleared his throat and flashed me that megawatt grin, immediately flopping down on the right end of the couch after walking into the living room. He sprawled out, an arm going around the back of the couch lazily.

“Looks like you’re stuck with two stiffs tonight, princess.” Cristian teased, giving me a playful little wink as he held my gaze for more than a few seconds. I couldn’t help but stare right back at the man.

Edge grumbled to himself but flopped down onto the other side of the couch. I tried to focus on the television, on anything but the… sheer magnets pull I felt to both brothers.

I could feel the two glaring daggers at each other over my head and on more than one occasion, I almost spoke up about it. 

“Blondie here thinks we’re afraid of a few little mangy mutt assholes, Cris.” Edge chuckled, a teasing look when those almost golden brown eyes locked on me. I shifted around in my spot between the two of them.

“I never said that.”

“You did. I mean, kind of.” Edge explained, chuckling in amusement.

I needed to catch my breath. Pull myself together. Cristian’s hand brushed against my shoulder and the touch felt like an icy jolt. His arm remained around me, pulling me into his side just a little more, brazenly.

Edge’s leg was pressed against the side of mine and that jolt only doubled. And if I thought Christian were being more brazen and the bigger flirt, I was mistaken, because Edge’s hand settled on my leg, giving a squeeze almost playfully.

 I pulled myself off the sofa and spoke up.

“Popcorn. I think I’m going to go get myself some from the kitchen… Yeah… that’s what I’m gonna do.”

And as soon as I said it, I hurried out of the room as fast as my feet would carry me. I needed to pull myself together. Catch my breath. I couldn’t even think straight between the two handsome men... And that in itself was a very, very dangerous thing right now.