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kalolasfantasyworld · 2 months

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The birdies at the wedding 🕊️

A little one shot posted for 3000 hits!

Summary:

Helena, Nozel, Heinry, Noureen and Natalia attend the wedding of Asta and Noelle.

Just lots of fluff, pretty descriptions, spanglish and some silly jokes 💕

Yes, there is an illustration 🩵

Type: One shot

Word count: 2800

Author's note:

I mention other people's OCs. (Literally mentions, but I couldn't stop myself 😁.) They belong to @lyranova @thoughtfullyrainynightmare and @loosesodamarble.

The ceremony at Asta and Noelle’s wedding was simply beautiful. Helena could come up with multiple astounding adjectives to describe it, but she was sure that even all of them complied could not reflect on how she was feeling. She bawled her eyes out and was loudly sobbing, while using a handkerchief to wipe away her never ending tears of joy.

Her children two nine year old boys Heinry and Noureen, and Natalia a three year old little girl would point out her emotional state.

“Mama, why are you crying?” Heinry pulled on her dress. “Papa do something!” He would then bother Nozel, who just smiled softly and stayed quiet as all of them should have done through out the ceremony.

After Asta and Noelle spoke their vows and finally said the long awaited ‘Yes’, the party was moved from the great chapel to the Silva Estate ballroom. As the Lady of the house it was Helena’s job to have it meticulously prepared. She obviously poured her heart out and countless hours at that, towards reaching her goal. The grand hall was lavishly decorated with white, pink, purple and blue flower bouquets, garlands, lights and all possible accessories. However it was not too much, just the perfect amount to not let anyone feel overwhelmed, but allow them to appreciate the interior. Helena cared for the good name of House Silva and she continued to fulfil that playful promise she had made to Nozel years ago, about pouring her dignified strength and giving her best for the prosperity and reputation of their House. Theirs. And now Asta joined the Silva family too.

The newlyweds sat at a rectangular table, which was specially raised on a platform, so that everyone could see them. Kahono as Noelle’s bride’s maid and Yuno as Asta’s best man, sat on both of their sides. Next to Yuno there was one additional seat prepared for his fiancé Neva, but she disappeared somewhere within the crowd and had yet to join them.

Helena and her familia were seated at the table to the right from the newlyweds. Next to them sat Solara and Fuegoleon with their own three cubs. They were engaged in some pleasant conversations and Fuego was completely drowning in the mesmerising green eyes of his wife. Helena watched them fondly, happy that everything seemed to have fallen in its right place.

She turned towards her three birdies, whose sight filled her with joy and pride only a mother could understand and smiled. Noureen was fidgeting with the high neck of the white jabot that he was wearing. It contrasted with his pastel red, sleeveless blazer and chocolate brown strands of hair, that fell onto his shoulders. Under the blazer he wore a white shirt with golden bands gripping it at his wrists. Matching pants were straight pleat and golden sandals finished of his look. The red cross flory fitchy earring in his right ear proudly stated, which house he belonged to. Although everybody could probably guess it anyway, because his hair was styled almost exactly as Nozel’s. And those eyes of his, they were lilac, just like nana Acier’s and his papa’s.

Heinry wore the exact same outfit, just that the accents were baby blue and the earring was on his left ear. He looked like a miniature copy of Nozel with his silver hair styled in an eagle like manner. However only looked, because when it came to his behaviour, nothing could scream louder the energetic atmosphere of the Drazels.

Natalia sat on the other side of the table in a raised seat specially prepared for a three year old. Her silver hair was getting longer and it was neatly styled in soft waves. The dark brown eyes of the girl were excited as she tried manoeuvring towards her mouth a piece of duck using a small fork. Helena worried that she would drop it on her soft lilac dress and then they would need to leave the party to get her changed. Thankfully Nozel was there to save the day. With a flick of his fingers he created some mercury protecting the fabric.

Classical ballroom music was being played by the band and Kahono, now a kingdom wide star, sang a love song for the newlyweds. Helena was immersed into the sound. She felt excitement rise in her chest and she knew, she wanted to join the dance.

Helena turned towards her husband and a her lips formed a beautiful smile.

“Would you like to dance mi amor?” She asked in a sweet tone.

“I’m good,” Nozel answered flatly and focused on the roast duck, that was in front of him, completely not noticing an annoyed expression on his wife’s face. He had to not realise, that she was just asking out of courtesy.

Helena furrowed her brows and huffed.

“Are you suuure?” She elongated the word and made Nozel look up. His eyebrows raised and lilac eyes were questioning.

“I want to finish this dish,” he said. “You know it’s my favorite.”

Yes Helena was aware, but she wished to be selfish and dance now.

“Papa helps me eat,” Natalia crinkled her tiny nose and now that it was two against one Helena knew she lost. Daddy’s girl was taking his side, since her youngest years.

“I would like to dance with you mama,” Heinry jumped of his seat and approached her. He respectfully bowed down and then reached his hand towards her. The little prince, that he was, knew all the required etiquette and was pristine with his manners. Lilac eyes flashed confidently and Helena chuckled softly reaching out to her son.

“At least someone knows how to be a gentleman,” she grinned at her husband, who just rolled his eyes affectionately, before once again swooping in to save Natalia’s dress. “What if you just feed her?” Helena added.

“I can… myself,” Natalia found the right word and furrowed her brows, while gripping harder onto the fork, that she was holding. She was a smart three year old and certainly a feisty one. Wonder where she got that from?

“You heard our hija,” Nozel proudly gazed at his daughter.

Helena could not help the fond expression, that appeared on her face. Nozel was a great dad, despite his countless worries, that he was going to be an awful one, like his own father was. However both of them pushed through, they made mistakes, they learned from them and they did all of this together, supporting one another. Now the three little birdies were growing up in a warm and happy environment, something Nozel’s childhood was lacking after his own mother had passed away.

Helena was pulled out of her thoughts by Heinry, not so sophistically dragging her towards the dance floor. He was very excited. When the next song began to play, she let her son lead her and even though he would make tiny mistakes, and slip from time to time, Helena knew that he was doing his best and it was all that mattered.

When Kahono finished singing they moved slightly to the side, but did not leave the dance floor yet. Helena smiled at Heinry and he responded in the same way, flashing his white teeth. ‘That’s my niño,’ she thought.

Suddenly somebody ran up to them and grabbed Helena’s dress hiding behind her.

“Woah, Noureen!” Helena exclaimed startled. “What are you doing hijo?”

He poked out his nose, so only the upper part of his face and frantically searching lilac eyes were visible.

“Tia Noelle wants to dance with me,” he whispered determined. “I’m running away.”

“Yhm,” Helena nodded and furrowed her brows at him. “And you think you will find shelter, while grabbing my dress?”

“Yeees?” Noureen raised his brow and Heinry chuckled, which earned him a poked out tongue from his exactly twenty four minutes younger brother.

“Hijo,” Helena smiled and pulled his small hands off her dress. She then turned around to face him and knelt down so they would be levelled. Helena reached out her palm and pressed it to her son’s cheek. Noureen nuzzled into it and she smiled, noticing right away how similarly to Nozel he behaved. “It is tia Noelle’s wedding day. She doesn’t want to dance with you to make you miserable, but to share her joy with her nephew,” Helena’s voice was tender. “Consider it a little gift you can give to her. I know you want tia to be happy.”

“I do,” he nodded motivated, “but what if I trip and then ruin her dress?” Noureen asked. “She looks very beautiful, tio Asta just can’t take his eyes of her.”

“My sweet hijo,” Helena looked at him lovingly. “It will be alright. You know how to dance and if you trip, that’s simply it. It will be just fine.”

“Tia won’t get angry?” Noureen blinked his lilac eyes.

“I don’t think there’s anything, that could ruin her mood today,” Helena winked and tapped his pointy nose. Her son softly giggled. “So go on now. Ask tia Noelle to dance.”

Noureen nodded determined and ran off towards the woman of the night. Helena and Heinry watched them for a minute, before deciding to head back to their table.

How surprised they were when the only ones present were Cyraleona and Eleonora Vermillon. Their parents and their brother were gone mingling, or dancing, while Nozel and Natalia were nowhere to be found.

Helena furrowed her brows. Where could these two had gone off to?

“Maybe papa did not manage to save Natalia’s dress and they went to change?” Heinry said out loud.

“Probably,” Helena nodded and looked at him. “Since they’re not here would you like to dance again?”

“Mama,” he groaned annoyed. “You know I have to ask you that. I’m practicing being a gentleman.”

“You already are one,” Helena chuckled, but let Heinry ask her again. Court etiquette practice was always welcomed, while being raised in a Royal family.

However as they moved towards the dance floor and then began swaying to yet another waltz, something drew Helena’s attention. Between the swirling dresses and moving legs, Helena noticed a familiar glint of silver. She guided Heinry towards it, walking past a pair, who Helena recognised as Josele and Nacht Faust, and then abruptly stopped, because her heart could not take the emotion, that it was experiencing.

Helena smiled and watched the view in front of her, while the warm feeling inside of her chest bubbled joyfully.

Just a few meters away Nozel and Natalia were dancing. However since their daughter was so small he had to lean down towards her in order to support her. Natalia’s movements were clumsy and she did not know the steps, so Nozel let her step on his feet, and with each move of his, she had no other choice but follow. Two dark orbs were staring and trying to analyse the dance, while brows furrowed determined. Silver hair beautifully framed her plump cheeks as she pouted. Her lilac dress, surprisingly without any stains on it, fluttered behind her.

Nozel was smiling, softly, because this was his way and Helena knew, that it was the most genuine expression, that he could have. His gaze was filled with love as he guided his little girl and lilac eyes were watching, taking in her view. Nozel looked amazing himself and Helena could proudly admit, that to her taste, he was the most handsome man at the party. He wore a blue, long sleeved blazer with sophisticated golden accents and a white jabot, but it started lower on his neck, beneath the part, where his golden collar used to be. A Silva cross was attached to the jabot at the centre beneath the soft feathery neckline. The vest underneath the blazer was white and his pants were pressed pleat, like those his sons wore. Silver hair was styled in the eagle like pushed back and up hairstyle and the strands at the front were braided. However it was just this official occasion. Everyday he would have them loose, because he no longer needed the reminder of his past. He would clasp the blue Silva pendant only on occasions, such as this one, which required the ‘Nozel Silva’ look.

He had to feel her stare, because Nozel looked up at her and Helena’s heart beat faster. She smiled genuinely and felt a soft blush spread over her cheeks. How she loved him and the family they had created.

“Natalia really can’t dance,” Heinry commented and pulled Helena out of her thoughts.

“Oh shush. They’re doing amazing,” she quieted him, but her tone was fond.

They came back to the dance themselves, but then Heinry grinned at her.

“What if we do a switch?” He asked. “I can teach Natalia a little bit and you would dance with papa?”

“Heinry,” Helena chuckled. “Do you think I need a wingman to dance with my own husband?”

“Well mama,” he shrugged. “You kind of failed earlier.”

“I won’t this time,” she deflected.

When the song ended they approached Nozel and Natalia. Helena smiled fondly and swept her gaze over them. Just as she was about to speak up and ask her husband to dance, Natalia reached out her little arm and grabbed onto his palm, pulling him down towards herself. Her fingers looked so small compared to his. She leaned in and whispered something to his ear.

Nozel slowly closed his eyes and then delicately nodded, before ruffling her hair. Natalia squeaked excited and let him stand up.

“May I have this dance Helena?” Nozel reached out his hand toward her.

She gracefully took it and let him lead her just few steps away from their children. They did not want to loose sight of them, especially the three year old in this filled with people ballroom. So only when Heinry and Natalia began to dance, the gazes of their parents went towards one another.

“Keeping secrets from me again mi amor?” Helena playfully quirked her brow as Nozel pulled her closer and began leading her to the music.

“Would you like me to spill them?” He asked flatly and when Helena nodded, he shook his head. “I can’t violate the sacred father-daughter trust.”

Helena pouted.

“So I’m going to be left in the dark, when it comes to your whispers?” She fluttered her lashes.

“Maybe,” Nozel stated. “Although I suppose you will get it out of Natalia after making her surrender in a tickle war.”

“I am the best at tickle wars,” Helena laughed.

“I am aware,” he deadpanned and just to tease him Helena moved forwards. “Don’t you dare,” he furrowed his brows and it made her chuckle even more.

“Oh you know I wouldn’t do anything, while we’re in public. Nobody will know the tricks that señora Silva has up her sleeve,” Helena winked.

“They don’t acknowledge how much of a devil you are with these,” Nozel stated in a serious tone.

“No captain,” she corrected him and her tone changed to seductive. “I’m a devil in some other settings, only known to you,” she purred.

“Helena,” he hissed, but could not hide the gentle, fond expression on his face.

“I love you,” Helena grinned and Nozel just rolled his eyes.

“I love you too,” he gazed at her deeply, “but you are annoying.”

“And I will gladly annoy you for the rest of our days,” she said.

“Keep your promise.”

The song ended and Helena very reluctantly pulled away from Nozel. Two of their kids were nearby and she noticed further away Noureen bowing to Noelle, before she took her new husband’s hand. Asta’s green eyes were focused on her this entire time and seemed very excited to dance with his gorgeous bride.

“After the next song you should ask Noelle to dance with you,” Helena inquired.

“I will,” Nozel nodded and looked at his sister proudly. “She’s come so far and became very strong. I am happy for her.”

“Oi watch out,” Helena grinned and he quirked his silver brows at her. “Your caring side is showing so much today, that some may even think the real Nozel Silva has been kidnapped.”

He narrowed his eyes.

“You actually think you’re funny?” Nozel asked irritated.

“And that’s how I know you’re my husband,” she giggled.

Soon the song ended and Nozel was about to go ask Noelle to dance, while Helena and their children would head to the table. However at the last second Nozel stopped her and looked her in the eyes.

“I love you Helena and you look beautiful this evening, just like you do everyday,” he said and it caught her by surprise how out of the blue it was. Despite being married for years, she flushed and her heart picked up its pace. “Save me the next dance, because I want to show off to everyone my amazing wife.”

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aakeysmash · 20 days

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Tell me you love me

Pairing: f!reader x Sukuna Ryomen.

Word count: 2512.

Warnings: ANGSTTTTTT. An attempt at it at least lmao, let me know if I did a good job with it. A bit suggestive in the middle. Cursing. Mentions of cheating (mentions!!! No cheating in this house).

People often say that Sukuna would be obsessed with the reader/oc, but I think a relationship with him would be the hardest thing ever.

He doesn’t get the concept of being in love: at the start of your relationship he found out you were more tolerable than anyone else, he assumed that meant he liked being around you and went along with it. Of course he fell in love in the long run, but for him it’s embarrassing to admit it. He barely even said it when you asked him why he wanted you to move in with him.

It’s not like he isn’t obsessed with you: he’s obsessed with the way you just seem to get him, with the way you smile when he comes home from a long day at work, with the utmost kindness you treat people around you with and that he lacks completely. He’s mesmerised by you, by the curve of your hips, the brightness of your eyes, the softness of your hands on his body.

He doesn’t show it, though.

He’s used to being rough and redeems emotions as futile. Like he already said to you in a couple of your arguments, if you get him you get him, if not, he’s not explaining himself. Everything he does is thought of and automatically right, so why would he give you explanations?

But sometimes in relationships you need communication. He doesn’t see how intense it is to be next to someone who acts like he doesn’t care about what you want to share in your daily life. And again, he does care: if he could, he’d make a copy of you yapping and just listen to it on repeat while working. He loves how passionate you sound while talking about your hobbies, he finds the little tilt to your voice when you search for his approval adorable. He doesn’t see how difficult it is to be with him because he’s only been with you, and you’re so good at communicating and making him feel heard he doesn’t notice he’s not reciprocating your efforts.

And that means that he’s never the one who wants to resolve misunderstandings, because he thinks they don’t really exist. You were upset about your dish not coming out the way it was supposed to and instead of reassuring you it was still edible he straight up said it looked horrible and walked away? He’s not sorry. He spoke his mind, did he not? And why would you be sad about the truth?

You’re not weak, and you’re not shy either. Kind people are not necessarily stupid, and you’re living proof of that. He’d never be in a relationship with a weakling who doesn’t know how to raise her voice and stand her ground. You’re fierce in your own way, and you know how to manage his stubbornness 90% of the time. You don’t like being disrespected or ignored, and you made sure to talk his ear off whenever he did it. Not like he purposefully did it, anyway.

But as a person who understands emotions and feels emotions, sometimes being with him frustrates you. And it comes to a point where you debate on keeping being next to him or leaving him for good.

He’s not the only one who has hard days, but when both of you have one, the silence inside your house is deafening. You’re the one who usually starts up conversations, but your mind is occupied with other things. You’ve barely touched your food.

“What’s got your panties in a twist?” He scoffs at dinner. He doesn’t like you frowning, it wrecks his heart. It makes him want to destroy the face of whoever took the smile he lives for off your face.

You sigh. “You know how my parents said they were coming to visit us next month? Well-”

He’s silent. Fuck, when did she say this? He thinks. Probably one of those days where the thought of your thighs suffocating him all night plagued his mind last week. Fuck, he’d take a bite of them right now if you let him. Maybe he could suggest it. It could take his mind off of his own shitty day.

“Are you even listening to me?” You say sternly. He notices you kept on talking while his mind wandered, but he disregards it.

“Wanna fuck?” He asks instead.

You’re baffled. “Sukuna, what the fuck?”

“Damn, you could’ve just said no, brat,” he says rolling his eyes.

You get offended. “Don’t fucking ask me what’s wrong if you’re not going to listen to me.”

“Yeah yeah, you were probably going to talk about how worried you are and shit. I don’t care about that. If you don’t want to get my dick wet I’m going to rub one out,” he says waving his hand in front of your face and standing up from his chair.

You huff out a sarcastic laugh. “Are you serious?”

“Would you prefer me to find someone else to do it for me?” He bites, snapping his head toward you.

He sees you widening your eyes. If there’s a thing you don’t tolerate is cheating, or jokes about it. He knows it. He knows it, dammit. You’re fuming.

“You’re an asshole. Fuck you. I’m sleeping at Nobara’s,” you spit at him, grabbing the purse you left on the side of the table and rushing out the door, slamming it.

When he’s left alone in your shared living room, he keeps on looking at your front door. The silence is making his head hurt, the only thing he’s hearing is the sound of the door slamming. Did he overstep? Nah, you were probably overreacting. He shrugs and finally moves from his spot, going to put his dish in the sink. He leaves yours on the table, because maybe you’ll be hungry when you come home. You usually are after an argument. You’ll come back after a couple of hours saying you didn’t want to worry him too much, you’ll sigh saying this can’t keep on happening and that you’re tired of arguing, then he’ll hug you and everything will be alright. Just like it always is. You’ve never left like this, though.

He ruffles his hair; he’s angry at everything and everyone. You should’ve got that he’s the one overreacting, why didn’t you get him like usual? Why aren’t you still back after 3 hours? He hates feeling angry. He hates feeling tired. He hates feeling in general. Most importantly, he hates that the hands in his hair are his and not yours. He hates the way right now he’s craving your soft voice reassuring him in his ear, your sweet words covering him like a blanket; his head on your chest listening to your heartbeat while lying on your couch, reminding you that you’re there. You’ve always been there. There’s no one else for him, there’s never going to be one. He’d never cheat, you’re so stupid for getting angry about it. Why did you get so mad about it? Suddenly, he’s thinking about random stuff you said that he ingrained in his head.

I love you too, Sukuna. I’ll wait for you to tell me that without me forcing it out, mh? I’ll move in with you, sure, if you ask me so that nicely.

You picked this book because it reminded you of me? Thank you, baby. I love it. Both the book and the fact you thought of me.

Can you stop messing up my sock drawer? No, I did not hide your cigarettes there. But please stop smoking, I love when you taste like my lip gloss and not that disgusting shit you inhale. Give me a kiss so I can prove it to you. I’ll take your breath away way better than tobacco.

He smirks while on the couch, alone. You’re so cute. He wants to bottle up your laugh. Why aren’t you back still? His mind doesn’t stop, though.

You hurt me, Sukuna. Why can’t you notice?

I feel like you don’t care about me.

If I hadn't come to you, would you have come to me? Or would you just have ignored this whole argument and acted like nothing happened?

Am I just filling up a random space you leave open for a significant other or am I the significant other that’s capable of filling that void?

That night he dreams of you. The way you glared at him asking him if he was serious, almost like a warning before you lashed out. He dreams of the hurt that flashed in your eyes when he spewed nonsense. And when he wakes up, you’re still not back. Your unfinished plate is still on the kitchen table.

But he’s prideful, that’s why you’re the one that’s always trying to resolve arguments. Yes, you’ll come back. He’s sure of it. You always came back during the 3 years you've been together.

A week passes by and he's going crazy. You haven't contacted him at all, and he didn't text first. He lies to himself saying it's because he's leaving you some space, but the truth is that he's scared. What is he even supposed to say? Hey, I'm sorry, I miss you, please come home? That's pathetic. He's taking a shower when suddenly his phone rings. His heart skips a beat and he rushes out to check if it's you. Please, let it be you.

Instead it's Yuji, his brother.

Yuji: Hey, what happened with y/n? She asked me to come get some of her things for her. Is she sick?

Sukuna frowns. Then he realizes that- you're going to move out. You're going to break up with him.

He goes into panic mode. He never thought about the possibility of you leaving him. He thought you would come back, like you always do. Why would you leave him? Is it because you finally realized that you're better off with someone who knows how to express their feelings for you? Did you get tired of him? Have you already found someone else?

He finds himself knocking on Nobara's door in the next ten minutes. He ran, he's sweating and it's starting to rain. He's out of breath, and he gets his hands on his knees while he waits for you to open the door. He's not ready to let you go. He can't even fathom a life where he doesn't wake up to you trying to get warm between his arms, without you nagging him while watching a film together, without helping you bake cookies while laughing with each other. Without not being able to talk from how in love he is while looking into your eyes. And he knows that if you leave him he's never going to be able to live in his own house ever again, or walk down the street you always do together, or go grocery shopping and not thinking about you while looking at vegetables. You always said you liked vegetables and he always lied about liking them just to see you excited about cooking them together.

"Yuji, I didn't think you'd be this fas- oh," you open the door and your face falls when you see it's Sukuna. He snaps his gaze toward your face when he hears your voice. He missed it so much. You're so beautiful. He missed all of you. So much.

Neither of you move, you just keep staring at each other. This time, he knows he's going to have to talk first. For the first time, he realizes how hard it actually is to confront someone first. Do you feel like this every time?

"Come home," he says. "Please," he adds.

You look sad. "I don't think I'm going to, Sukuna. It's been more than a week and you didn't even reach out to say... I don't even know what. I know you don't say sorry. You never do."

Your words feel like knives. From where you're standing you're taller than him, and he has to look up to look at you. It's like he's in front of the pearly gates of heaven and an angel is making him confess all the wrong things he did, except in this scenario you're the angel and the things he did are just what he thinks about all of this. About you in general.

And you're right, he doesn't usually say sorry. The words get stuck in his throat and he just gapes up at you, still catching his breath. Pathetic.

You sigh, then go to close the door. You don't look at him anymore and he feels like he can't breathe, and not because of the run.

"I'll come get my things next week. Go home, you'll get wet," you say. And your voice is clear, you're not mumbling, you must have thought about this. He sees how hard you're clenching your jaw to appear resolute, your nails hurting your palms from how hard you're closing your hands. But you still manage to worry about him, worry about him possibly catching a cold from the rain. And he loves you. Fuck, he loves you so much.

"Wait," he manages to say. You look at him with longing. With sorrow.

And he feels like he's crying to the angel in his afterlife when he opens his mouth again, thorns in his throat getting tighter, suffocating him. But he doesn't cry here, in front of you, even if maybe you'd like it. You'd probably say that you appreciate him showing emotions, maybe tease him for it, but you'd like it. He'd kiss you while you're still laughing, saying you're stupid, and you'd continue laughing.

"I love you," he rasps out. The words feel so unfamiliar to his tongue, but so familiar to his ears. You always tell him you love him. "I'm sorry for being a shithead. Please don't leave me. I promise you I'll get better at this communication shit," he begs.

You still don't move, but he sees you getting softer.

"Go home, Sukuna. We'll talk about it when it's not raining," you utter.

"No, I don't fucking want to," he snaps. You're startled, and he cringes. He's really not used to all of this. He doesn't like scaring you.

"Fuck, I meant to say I want to get over it right now. I didn't want to scare you. I want you back, Y/N. Please, have me back. I'll get better for real," he says while getting progressively closer to you.

"You promise?" You ask, now shorter than him. You're a step of distance from each other.

"I promise, baby. I'll make you the happiest girl to ever exist," he tells you, looking at you intensely.

"Start by saying you love me again," you mumble, wrapping your arms around his waist and resting your head on his chest. He engulfs you in his own arms, inhaling the smell of your shampoo, then snorts.

"Sure. I'm in love with you, brat."

Being in a relationship with Sukuna is hard, but he loves you easily.

#sukuna jjk #sukuna ryomen #sukuna x reader #sukuna angst #sukuna x y/n #sukuna fic #jjk angst #jjk fluff #sukuna fluff #sukuna x you

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mysticstarlightduck · 3 months

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OC Smash or Pass

I was tagged by @writernopal (here)! Thank you so much for this fun Tag! I think I might do a few of these for my OCs, because I adore this tag game (:

Rules: pretty self-explanatory. include physical descriptions or pics, and propaganda. the “other” label can be used for “sexuality misalignment” (ie: oc is femme and you’re gay, vice versa or you aren’t into smashing but a specific thing you wanna do with them like perhaps hug or study them under a microscope idc)

Augustus Grimmure

Description (I haven't completed his character art yet): Augustus is a tall young man with dark skin and long, curly ashen brown hair - which he usually styles into a very neat ponytail with a purple ribbon. He has hazel eyes that can glow red or purple depending on which magic he uses. Augustus usually wears a long dapper suit/coat (in the colors of either white, dark purple, green, or charcoal black), along with a silk ruffle tie and other Victorian-style clothing, he also has dark circles under his eyes and may wear gloves from time to time. Has a sharp smile. He is heavily near-sighted and often wears spectacles/glasses (when possible) reinforced by magic - which might be because I wanted a glass-wearing protagonist in this book because I personally can't see shite without my glasses IRL (:

Basic Facts:

Height - 6 ft (around 1.80m)

Age - 19, soon to be 20

Gender - Male

Pronouns - He/Him

Occupation: Necromancer

Sexuality - An extremely hot, very romantic, Asexual straight man

Pros:

HUGGER! Once he's grown to love you that is. Augustus loves to show how much he cares by holding hands, cuddling, running hands through your hair, and (especially) hugging. He wants a relationship to be something special.

Augustus is very brave, and it takes a lot to faze him, especially since he is one of the most powerful beings in Ansburke, but even if he weren't he doesn't hesitate to face risks if it means doing something he considers right - especially when it comes to protecting the one he loves.

Dark Academia aesthetic (more like Chaotic Academia lmao) incarnate, and very gothic-coded. A romance with him has strong Gomez/Morticia vibes (this is legit the best way I could describe it), it's all about finding love in the dark and even macabre. He's also hopelessly devoted, and quite the romantic underneath his chaotic exterior.

Intelligent and witty, with a wild sense of humor. Will not hesitate to pull a carefully thought-out prank on someone if it makes you both laugh. Is also known for his clever comebacks, especially to those who already have it coming.

A good listener. Even if he is not particularly interested in whatever it is you are talking about, he will lend you his attention and let you finish your vent, however long it may be. He's also very good at problem-solving, having a scholar's mindset.

Neutral Facts (that may be pros or cons to some):

Augustus is somewhat inspired by the story of Victor Frankenstein (this character was born of the question I once asked myself - "What if Frankenstein wasn't insane and was a sorcerer instead of a scientist?"). This means he inherits a bit of a mad scientist's disregard for rules and tradition.

He doesn't enjoy sexual intimacy or acts of that nature at all, even though he isn't particularly sex-repulsed - he's asexual, and personally just finds sex a useless and slightly disturbing waste of time. That doesn't mean he doesn't like other kinds of intimacy - as mentioned before, once he gets truly close to someone, he's quite the hugger. (Btw, his love languages are Quality Time and (non-sexual) Physical Touch.)

Cons:

Has severe trust issues. While on the surface Augustus has a very personable and polite behavior towards anyone that doesn't personally irk him (when he isn't feeling particularly petty), he believes that "everyone is out to achieve their own personal goals at all costs" and that in their cutthroat world, everyone is looking to get the upper hand on someone else, so the walls around his heart (beyond a superficially friendly relationship) are quite tall and armored. He would never betray someone who trusts him but is constantly expecting to be personally betrayed. It takes a lot to prove that you truly care for him with no strings attached, but it is worth it when you finally do!

Extended lifespan - while it means no human can truly kill him (whilst he is under the constraints of his contract to the Deathbringer, a fae demon he made a deal with) during your adventures, it also means that you, a human, will eventually get older much quicker than him and die long before him - unless he's broken his Oath, which would return his lifespan back to a normal human's.

Does have a bit of morbid/dark humor natural to any necromancer so, while it can lead to funny and slightly unhinged interactions, he doesn't quite understand why some people consider his deathly jokes as inappropriate (even though he means no harm, that's just his sense humor and how he views te world).

His devotion has a "dark side" (to him) that comes out in the form of self-sacrificial tendencies and will fight Gods if prompted, with no second thoughts about his own safety, if it means keeping the select few people he trusts away from harm. Has no qualms about killing his enemies to achieve that as well.

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fruityfroggy · 18 days

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ASGKJKUYFG TYSM @anonymocha FOR GIVING ME A DIRECTION TO GO WITH MY RAMBLINGS<3

Anyways…oh Verdigris, I’ve come up with so many extra bits and pieces to her lore in the past month or so and I didn’t really get to talk about her in the first place, so I’m glad that someone’s interested (this is gonna be so long, I can feel it)

First things first, we’ll get the big thing out of the way: her arcane skill. Kind of a big part of her story is how she is a “plant whisperer”, which means that she’s able to hear the voices of plants and therefore communicate with them. This made her form a prominent sense of empathy for plants, as they are unheard by everyone except her.

(Now, a lot of the things I’ll mention about Verdigris will make a lot more sense)

So a fun little fact is that plants have a “way of speaking” that sounds more poetic than your normal speech, since they’re just describing things based off of what they know from nature. And because of her arcane skill, Verdigris does talk like them a little (which just comes off as being poetic/dramatic). Another thing that comes with this “way of speaking” are “Titles of the Plants”, which is the thing that you remind the plants of, that they therefore refer to you by (Vertin is “The Wandering Wind”, Sonetto is “The Shade in Daylight”, etc).

Why am I mentioning this? Well but of course it’s for yuri reasons! Because this is the perfect way for Verdigris to subtly and sapphic-ly pine for a certain arcanist by the title: Ray of Sun (and who this refers to is not disclosed). She mentions this “Ray of Sun” quite frequently in her diary, which I’d imagine could be one of those pages of text you can find between stages, as well as in her intimacy voiceline (which I haven’t written, but we can imagine, okay).

Anywho…when it comes to interacting with other arcanists, Verdigris is very much the most likeable out of my three ocs here (she’s just a cinnamon roll, not toxic or hard to communicate with). So she gets along with basically everyone in the suitcase. Chaotic or calm, she’s patient enough to talk to them. Tho she’s the closest with Lilya I’d say, since they’re bonding over a shared language/heritage and shut up, it’s adorable. Especially since Verdigris didn’t have anyone to speak Russian to for a long time (she lived in Spain, that’s why) and Russian was her mother’s language (she never got to meet her, so it holds special significance to her (things are getting angsty haha)). This problem was the whole reason she created her own critters actually. But hey, now she has someone and the vibes are good again.

As for their dynamic, it’s obvious that they have a “balancing each other out” situation, and I like to call it “Lilya and her designated driver” as a joke. But truthfully, Verdigris is surprisingly down with most of her shenanigans and no one understands why. Lilya kinda just wants to show Verdigris all the “fun stuff” she usually does, and she just goes along with it while some of the other arcanists watch them in horror (they’re just having a good time tho). When Verdigris is busy, Lilya would go visit her workshop to see what she’s doing like: "What you making, Verdie?:]" (she finds it interesting).

Considering what she does, I feel like Verdigris would probably be crossing paths with Medpoc kinda often as well (hehe). Verdigris just isn’t super affected by Medpoc’s hostility, and still treats them very well after getting yelled at. Once they warm up to her tho, she kinda becomes their emotional support (aka the person they rant to while she hands them a cookie or smth), and they’d pass out together while working across from each other, since neither of them remember to sleep (or do anything else).

I also think that she could help Shamane repair and/or upgrade his mechanical arm (since that’s kinda her specialty), and in turn gain a new father figure. Shamane would definitely like her Dendrogues and greet them when he sees them hopping around as well.

Some honourable mentions are the other calm healers (Dikke and Tooth Fairy). Dikke would grow fond of Verdigris for how fair and thoughtful is, but she'd tell her to not be so tolerant of everything. As for her and Tooth Fairy’s situation, they actually have pretty similar vibes, so they’d probably do some somewhat questionable things together that aren’t so questionable if they’re doing it, like baking together (there’s definitely no tooth fairies in the muffins they’re making, don’t question the taste of plums) and going out into the forest to look for teeth.

Oh right! Verdigris also has a small interaction with Pristine after implanting the new heart she made for her, since Pristine’s original heart (crystal) is the thing that makes her body possessable to Arcana (there’s some context from this post that is needed to understand what I’m talking about). This is a big plot point in Pristine’s story, so guess who’s growing attached to Verdigris. Yeah, she kinda just follows her around whenever she sees her from there on out, maybe even tugs on her sleeve saying “Where art thou headed to? Let me go with thee!” (Welcome to motherhood, Verdigris!)

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nerdieforpedro · 8 months

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Tell me how you want me

Fanfiction 18+ MDNI

Word Count: just under 5k

Masterlist / Marcus Pike Masterlist

Marcus Pike x plus size OC (Isabella)

Summary: Marcus Pike is not trying to go to this cookout. It turns out though, he found a sleepy woman that happens to be the best thing that could happen to him.

Warnings: Smut, light BDSM, edging, oral sex (male and female receiving), established relationship, rough sex, after care, unprotected P in V

“Hey just stop by, I promise it will be quick.”

“Your backyard parties are never quick, especially when the cooler comes out. I’m not going.”

“Molly says she wants to see you, make sure you’re still alive. So do your nephews.”

“You didn’t have to mention the nephews Phillips…” Agent Pike sighed, leaning back in his chair. Pike was a sucker for the two little hellions, adorable since they’re both five years old, but double the trouble, he didn’t know how his wife did it with the long hours they have to file reports on these criminals who think they can hide behind art purchases funding their drug money.

Fellow Agent Phillips had been trying to get his partner Pike to stop buy his house for a backyard BBQ. His wife Molly insisted on it, she said he needed to get back out there in the dating game. Phillips said that they shouldn’t butt in because he’s a grown man and hadn’t indicated at any point that he wanted to be set up. Molly was not one for a no, so Phillips decided to ask Pike to join them for the last cookout before the fall really kicked in. It was still sticky and humid during the day but now cool in the evenings.

“I’ll stop by for a bit, say hi to Molly and the twins, then I’m out.” Pike stated flatly.

It would be very hard to do, but the last few years, he had gotten better at putting himself first, guarding his heart. He wouldn’t throw it away anymore as he had better standards for himself. Standards that had lead to some dates and some romps in bed but nothing substantial, not like he had with Teresa, but looking back, was it really? Had he ever really a solid relationship with a woman outside of family, acquaintances and colleagues? Pike knew he loves to please, but he was trying to work himself out of a decades old habit that found him in relationships where women he’s with call him a good man but they leave him for another guy they marry. Pike saw the evidence on social media.

The fated weekend comes and Pike is at Phillip’s house as promised with gifts for the boys and Molly because his parents taught him manners when visiting. It was one of the many selling points Molly mentioned when making the rounds with Marcus, he grinned and smiled through it all, only to be saved by Dean and Bobby running up to him and wanting to push them on the swings connected to the play set. Pike was so thankful for rude little boys.

“Uncle Pike, was mommy walking you around like a show pony?” Dean asked and he tried to climb up in the swing, his brother Bobby laughed to him as he was already in the swing.

“Mommy said it’s a waste he isn’t coupled up? Does that mean like Mommy and daddy? Some of Mommy’s wine friends mentioned that too.” Bobby told his brother, proud to know something he didn’t. Pike sighed at their discussion and knew he was going to have a long talk with Phillips about this.

“Don’t listen to what you mom and dad say, your Uncle is just fine.” Pike smiled, he was mostly telling the truth. After about ten minutes on the swings, the twins were bored and thought of something fun.

“Uncle, you wanna hide from those ladies? We know a good hiding spot! Daddy’s office, he has it but he never uses it. He usually does his papers when he’s with you at work.” Dean chimed, Bobby took his uncle’s hand and lead him into the house, telling the adults that they were going to show him their tablet. It was solid enough of an excuse to not garner any odd looks. Dean kept a look out while Bobby got Pike to the hallway.

“It’s the room at the end of the hall.” Bobby said and waved, tapping Dean on the shoulder so they could pop upstairs and play on their tablets and maybe raid the fridge later.

“Hey Bobby, did we take Auntie Izzy in there too?” Dean asked his brother once they were at the top of the stairs, Bobby thought for a moment and shrugged.

“I think so but she probably left by now. She usually goes home and we can find her online and play Pokemon Go with her.” Bobby answered not worried at all. His Auntie Izzy didn’t take to his mother’s meddling well but she was really fun with different games and she actually knew about SpongeBob and Paw Patrol so she was awesome in their book.

Agent Pike thought he was in the wrong room, but it was an office. There was just a woman laying across the couch in what looked to be a yellow off the shoulder dress, that had a slit in it. It exposed her very thick thighs and maybe a birthmark on the right one, she has white nail polish that matched her fingernails and toes. A smooth mole was on her right shoulder as well, her cleavage glistened with a thin layer of sweat as her chest rose and fell. It appeared she was asleep. White flip-flops were on the floor next to the couch and full fuchsia lips formed a small ‘o’ as she let out a coo. Her round honey tinted face appeared to be completely at peace. What was she dreaming about? Her hair was in an updo, coils in a cute poof above her head, because he was laying on her left side, her hair had teetered to the right a bit. The woman shifted a bit to the right and her cleavage peeked out a bit more from the top of her dress as did her thigh, Pike knew if she shifted again, he may see her panties, which would’t be bad for him. It was like a painting, one of the many he studied, the many artisans of the past had sculpted, painted and sketched full figured women through the eons. He wondered if he had any artistic bones in his body if her would be able to capture of majesty of this moment. The beautiful woman simply existing.

How long had he been standing here again?

Pike took a step forward to get out of the doorway, in an attempt to turn around and leave but knocked over a bookend and this a stack of books that was a the end of a shelf built into the wall. “Shit…” He whispered as he heard stirring behind him, movement. The agent turned and saw the vision of a woman sitting on the couch, rubbing her eyes, trying to get the sleep out. She was now sitting up, her hair still slightly to the right and both thighs on full display of her dress and further moved up. Pike cleared his throat, he needed to hear anything, it was so quiet. “Sorry about that.” He managed to speak softly. The woman nodded and chuckled. Her laugh was cute.

“It’s okay. I was likely asleep for too long. Are you a friend of Jack’s?” He heard her ask, she must know Jack and Molly well to refer to him by first name, or maybe she just didn’t work in law-enforcement, they always used last names. Pike nodded and turned to face her.

“I’m Pike, Marcus Pike.”

“You must work with him, not many people go with their last name first.” She laughed again, this time deeper though, her full lips moving as Marcus watched them, having a goofy smile of his face. “I’m Izzy or Isabella. I prefer Izzy though.” She stood up and pulled her dress from between her belly and thighs, she stepped forward for a handshake. Pike obliged and took her hand in his, it was soft but she had a firm grip. His calluses from using his gun slid against her palm and he sighed, feeling like he was exhaling all of the air in his lungs. She was up to his shoulder, not inducing her poof, looking down at her, he wondered if her lips as sweet as they looked. “Nice to meet you Marcus.” She smiled up at him, letting go of his hand and turning around to slip on her flip-flops.

“Nice to meet you too Isabella, er Izzy.” He corrected himself, he head her giggle as she checked her pockets. Women really do love dresses with pockets. “Are you avoiding the party as well?” Pike asked, he hoped so, then he would have something to talk about. After giving herself a quick pat down and it appeared as though she had everything, Izzy answered.

“Yeah, Molly insisted I come to get out of the house, but she just had a few guys she wanted me to meet. Wasn’t into it, so I asked the boys for a good hiding spot.” She put her hands on her hips, her arms jiggled with each movement. Pike couldn’t stop watching her. “Then I fell asleep after getting too comfortable.” She tossed a hand up with a shrug of her shoulder.

Marcus was racking is brain, should he ask for her number? Might be a bit too soon, coffee! Coffee is fine usually. Situation is a little awkward, but what wasn’t with the entire cookout debacle. “Izzy, would you want to get out of here and grab coffee?” He asked, cheesy? One hundred percent but why not? He wasn’t sure if he had ever studied anything or anyone in this much detail and he still wanted to know more.

Izzy’s eyebrows raised as she thought and agreed. “I could go for some coffee. You got Dunkin rewards? If not, I have some.” She pulled her phone out her pocket and grinned.

Pike matched her grin with his own, feeling playful, “Wherever you wanna go, I’m up for it.”

It had been four months since Isabella had heard words that changed her perception of men. ‘Wherever you wanna go, I’m up for it.” The accountant really had thought he was just giving her cheesy lines, which was sweet in a way. Marcus Pike was a man who followed through no matter if it was a promised phone call, a random lunch arriving at her office or a flirty FaceTime when he was at the office late. Time with him was well spent and always enjoyable. She never felt embarrassed by him and he seemed to find everything she did did cute which he told her often. By contrast, he was growing in a beard and mustache that looked sexy on him. It wasn’t too little and not too much, just right. She usually ended up touching it while they were out at dinner or matching movies at home as he touched her thighs.

Pike always made a point to have her climax at least once if not twice before entering her and chasing his own high. Izzy wondered what he might like but she felt a bit embarrassed about asking him, though anyone with any sense would instruct you to just ask. That was easy. Izzy never did things easy, it was not her way. Instead, she shopped around for a sheer midnight blue teddy with a matching crotchless thong. She had told Marcus to come by after work, shower and relax. He had been working a complex case with a few museums including the Smithsonian and how to coordinate the return of different pieces without pissing different countries off. She didn’t quite get the intricacies of it, but it sounded stressful. The office worker also had bought some handcuffs and a few candles that melt into oil and lube that she could massage him with or use to fuck him with. “This will be fun!” She exclaimed, hearing a knock downstairs followed by her phone ringing. He was here.

It wasn’t unusual for Pike to stay over at Izzy’s brownstone, it was much more comfortable that his studio apartment that was close to work, but cozy, as Izzy had put it. She had four bedrooms, one was an office, one was her master bedroom with a large walk-in shower that they had made very good use of, especially that built in bench seat. He relished in her pleasure, especially after she let it slip that she had only been able to climax using toys before. Marcus wouldn’t have that, plus hearing her scream his name made him want to grab her, twist her, make her more moist each time he heard it. He was greeted by his girlfriend answering the door in her black satin robe. He knew what the robe meant. “Hey babe. Sorry I’m so late.”

“You don’t need to apologize. I’m just glad you’re here Marcus.” Izzy kissed his lips softly, touching his cheek, her fingers trailing down to his jaw and poking his Adam’s apple. “You want to eat first or shower?” She asked, there was chicken Alfredo she could warm up for him.

“I’m gonna shower first, I feel stuffy from being in that office all day, you joining me?” The agent asked, dropping his bag after closing the door. One hand went to her hip, rubbing a circle to touch her thigh and ass while he kissed her shoulder. A soft sigh was heard from her lips so he then took a handful of her ass and squeezed. He heard a gasp and kissed her neck, clearly anticipating her joining him.

Though she was tempted, Izzy would stick to her plan. “No, no. You shower first and the pop into the bedroom. I thought of something for you.” She smiled, putting her ands on her hips before walking away and heading upstairs. Pike, stunned, picked up his bag and followed his love upstairs and quickly hopped in the shower. The last time she said she had something planned for him, she showed up at his office late saying she missed him and sucked his dick while he lied to his coworker and told him that he would lock up. Marcus fucked his girlfriend was in the bathroom. She enjoyed watching him struggle to keep a composed face, smirking up at him. It was then that Pike made sure that no one was in the office and his door was locked so he could bend her over the desk, slapped her ass before fingering her and plunging himself into her wetness as he spread her legs, her moans making him cry out her name. He left bruises on her thighs that night, ones that she told him not to say sorry for as she had enjoyed every moment. Isabella was also the same woman that held him and went with him to the hospital when his father had his stroke, thankfully he was able to recover mostly, but it wasn’t how he wanted to introduce her to his parents. He wanted to it be a nice family dinner. Not in a hospital room. But she was perfect throughout, making his mother nudge him and ask why he hadn’t brought her around yet.

While Pike was in the shower, Izzy was taking deep breaths, She went ahead and lit her candle and set condoms, handcuffs, but she didn’t have a blindfold. Hearing the water stop, she grabbed one of her scarfs and met him at the bathroom door, planting a kiss on him and wrapping her arms around his neck, standing on her tip-toes and put the scarf around his eyes. “Iz…what the hell?” Pike asked, chuckling. He never knew what to expect from this woman.

“I told you, a surprise. It starts now, so follow me.” She giggled and lead him toward the bed and sat him down, then pulled him close so his head rested on her breasts. She slipped off her robe and let it drop on the floor. Marcus’ arms wrapped around her back, he pressed his chest into her soft belly.

“Mmm…Should I be extremely worried or just quietly concerned?” He asked placing a small kiss between her ample breasts before nibbling on them.

Izzy licked her lips. “Neither, just listen to me and do what I tell you. I’m going to make sure to come first tonight Marcus. If you feel odd or uncomfortable about anything, just say…” Izzy paused to think of a word. “Rose.” She patted his head and took one of his hands and ran it upper her inner thigh. “You feel it Marcus? It’s been like this since you called me at your late lunch, hours Marcus…” She cooed, using one of her fingers to push his middle finger along her wet slit. Her legs widened a bit as Marcus slipped his finger in further, stroking her as he grew harder in his boxers.

“God damn woman….Tell me how you want me.” Marcus staggered, Izzy pushed him back on the bed and commanded him to scoot toward the head of the bed. He didn’t feel her get on the bed immediately, it felt like she was fiddling with something. “Izzy, what are you…” He was going to ask but she grabbed his wrists and cuffed them behind his head, kissing his lips again desperate for contact Pike lurched forward as she pulled back, panting. “Izzy, please….kiss me more.” A soft hand pushed on his chest and circled his nipple, rolling it between her fingers. Pike moaned loudly, struggling against the handcuffs, he needed to touch her, kiss her, caress her, grab her.

“Not yet. I want to watch you more like you watch me Marcus.” Izzy cooed, she released his nipple and slid off his boxers, the agent lifted his hips to make it easier. He bit down on his bottom lip as he whimpered. She hadn’t even touched his dick yet, would he last? Is this how he makes her feel? Anything like this? “Marcus, baby, you still with me? You remember the word right?” He nodded and she followed by asking if he wanted to use it, he shook he head.

“Please, tell me how to want me….Please…” Pike begged. Izzy loved the sight of the man who often made her hoarse for work the next day in a puddle go pleasure. His cock was wet with precum. She wanted to ride him them, but she would need his help for stability and she wanted to toy with him a bit more. Instead, she chose to remove her scarf and kiss his forehead, then straddled his lower torso so her ass would be rubbing against his hardness. “Fuck Iz….You haven’t told me to do anything yet.” He whined, which was true it was torture.

“Keep still.” Izzy commanded, bouncing her ass against his cock, smearing his fluid on her ass. She was kissing down his face to his Adam’s apple, biting it with her teeth before licking it. His hips buckled up in response and she bit his shoulder, “I said keep still.” Pike nodded and did his best, but he was failing the longer it went on, as she moved down, her hips did as well and her moist entrance was met with his hard cock, rubbing each other as she started to moan as well.

“Isabella please….” It was rare Marcus used her entire name, he was quite serious when he did. Izzy then reached for the candle and dripped the hot substance over his chest. Marcus yelped as his body shivered from both the heat and pleasure, Izzy started rubbing it into his skin, his chest, stomach and his arms, she used both hands to give special attention to his thighs, the dark hairs, tickling her fingers. Marcus did his best to remain still but his body was shaking, throbbing to release. “Please let me cum…” He asked out of sheer desperation.

Isabella sat back on the bed, admiring the sight of a spanning, sweating, lubed Marcus. She thought of taking a picture, but decided against it. She just soaked in the image. “Marcus, you think you can continue to stay still while I take care of you?” She asked, reaching for a towel that she had on a dresser, she wiped down his penis, his fingernails pressing into his palms. He nodded, but after she finished wiping, she flicked his shaft, causing him to make and audible grunt. “I need to hear an answer.” She stated, her finger tracing the veins along his shaft.

“Y-Yes, I can stay still. I’ll d-d-do my best. Please Izzy….honey…” He whimpered. Satisfied, Izzy ran her tongue from the base of his cock to her head, rolling her tongue around his head before sucking a little, not too much. Marcus did well in remaining still for the most part, but once she had his head between her lips, his hips buckled. He realized his mistake and quickly apologized, “I’m sorry, it won’t happen again….please your sweet lips, let me cum…” She reached down with a free hand and pinched the skin of his testicles, before taking his girth into her mouth bobbing her head up and down while she rolled his balls between her fingers. Marcus screamed trying to resist the urge to buck his hips with her mouth, he was trying and failing, but this time she didn’t stop. Izzy used her teeth to lightly graze the skin of his head before rolling her her tongue around it, without warning, Marcus shot ribbons into her mouth as she shrugged to swallow, but downed as much she could, she did end up choking a little. In-between his breathy heaves, Marcus asked if she was ok and if she could uncuff him, he needed to know if she was okay. As Izzy took deep breaths she handed him the key, he un-cuffed himself and took her in his arms, rubbing her back. Her coughing calmed as he cradled her, kissing her forehead.

She looked up at him, her mouth with traces of him on it, “Did you enjoy yourself Marcus?” She asked, he was dumbfounded. What made her think he didn’t? His kissed her lips softly before grabbing a tissue to wipe them and himself off.

“You always surprise the hell out of me Isabella. I fucking loved it. How’d you think of that?” He asked genuinely wondering. She had never mentioned anything like this before.

“I tried to think of what you might do. You aways seem to watch me and be studying me each time Marcus, plus I thought the candle would be a nice touch.” She giggled, nuzzling into his chest. Marcus pulled her on top of him so her legs were spread, She yelped as her bit at the top of her teddy ripping it, Izzy grabbed it and help it to herself though it only covered one of her breasts. “M-Marcus!” His mouth enveloped one of her nipples as he sucked and tugged on it, he reached up and took the torn teddy from her, the grip she had on it loosened considerably. His other hand trailed down her belly which he loved to pat, she swatted his hand away and to strode further down until reaching her slick lips, running a finger over each of them as he parted them. “W-Wait… you’re not supposed to move…” She stated weakly. He was no longer cuffed and non-compliant to her demands. Pike pushed her on her back just as she had done with him, however he took hold of her ankles and held her legs up, closing her thighs around his penis which was half erect. He was the one teasing her now, running his dick back and forth against her entrance knowing he wouldn’t enter her. “Fuck…Marcus…” She cried, grabbing onto the sheets of the bed. After a few more pumps he opened her legs and pulled back, the cool air hitting her wet lips and causing her to moan. He positioned her knees on his shoulders, she knew what came next, her body tensed, but Pike just blew a kiss toward her folds, watching her, watch him as he smiled. “What are you doing down there?!” Izzy yelled indignant. How dare he just sit there? He was in position.

Marcus was loving seeing her mad, it was perfect. He was being a bit petty for what just happened, but she also did choke on his cum, eh, it was fair. His face lurched forward and kissed her thigh before using his teeth to bite her, then lick it again. He would make sure she thought about him again while she was typing at her desk in a meeting, just like he did when she left scratches on his back. What he wouldn’t do to her to make her think of him when they were apart. His lips gently pecked her clit as he felt her knees buckle, then flicked it with his tongue, he could make her climax from just her clit, but he decided to start twirling his fingers, slipped into her cunt and turn them, not pump them. Izzy cried out his name and he smiled and a dark laugh left his lips as tongue flicked again on her clit, her hips were moving where his fingers weren’t so he pulled them back out and took a hand from her knee and smacked her ass. “Not yet, you have to stay still.” He mocked her mischievously and inserted one finger. Izzy growled, wanting more, but gave in and remained still and he slowly pumped her and forming an ‘o’ with his lips around her clit, she really did try hard not to move, but she always seem to be moving, even when she was still. It was one of the many things Marcus loved about her. He removed his finger again and replaced it with his tongue, flicking around her walls as they closed around him, his nose rubbing her clit as his eyes met hers.

“Shit, I’m almost there….Marcus!” Izzy yelled, but Marcus pulled away from her, licking his lips, she looked up at him and he leaned over her, moving up his body. “You…you…damn it…” She seethed, once was bad enough, but twice?! Izzy pinched his cheeks as he laughed, she only saw one of his hands though. Marcus used the other one to position himself at her moist sex, his tip already in, she felt him spreading her ever so much, but he stopped again. “Marcus please, let me move or fuck me…” She asked grabbing his shoulders and pulling him closer to her, he slid into her and filed her, stinging slightly as he normally preps her more. She leaned into his ear, “I didn’t move my hips this time.” The office manager felt like she had a win, he had edged her a bit too much she thought. Marcus just grinned and kissed her jaw, pulling his hips back so he was halfway out.

He grabbed one of her knees to spread her even more. “No you didn’t but I’ll still fuck you any anyway Izzy.” He smiled before plunging deep into her at an angle, hitting the very back of her canal, he felt her shudder and scream his name as she came, but he leaned down, sucked on her neck as he kept pulling in and out of her at a steady pace, she wanted him to go faster, but he was dragging it out, he was going to torture her. He even slowed down when he was withdrawing from her fully and plunging deep into her again, grabbing her hips this time. Her loud moans spured him on, the louder she became the harder he fucked her until his felt his cock start to swell again. Izzy wrapped her legs around him and Marcus panicked for a minute knowing that he had been a bit too eager and didn’t put a condom on.

“It’s fine, I’m on my pills pour into me Agent Pike.” She moaned, feeling herself nearly ready to come again. Marcus turned her on her back again and hungrily kissed her lips. Slapping his thighs with hers, he grabbed one of her breasts and rolled her nipple.

“You call me Marcus, Izzy….Fuck you’re so tight.” Marcus groaned. Spreading his thick seed into her, Izzy cried from he heat as her walls sucked his cum out of him, they arched into each other, their bodies sticky and wet from each other. Marcus kissed from Izzy’s forehead down to her shoulder and that mole he had seen when he first saw her sleeping in that office. He went to move, but she held onto him.

“Marcus, don’t move yet, just stay. Please.” Izzy said quietly into his shoulder, not looking up at him. Marcus brushed some of her hair off out her face and nodded pecking her lips. Eventually, the pair went to the bathroom and freshened up and changed the sheets before getting into bed naked. “Normally I only change the sheets before you come not after.” Izzy remarked, she used humor for when she was a bit uncomfortable. Pike wrapped his arms around her as they got in bed, she turned to face him. She held his hand after giving his ass a little squeeze. Marcus laughed.

“You never did tell me how you wanted me other than to stay still Iz.” Marcus asked, teasing her a little. Izzy faked a pout and lifted his hand to kiss it.

“I want you just like this, here with me.” Marcus kissed her lips as she laid her head on his chest, his hand rubbed her back, she drifted off to sleep.

“I don’t wanna be anywhere else.” Agent Pike slipped into a deep slumber, never forgetting the warmth on his chest.

#fanfiction #fanfic #pedro pascal #marcus pike #pedro pascal characters #marcus pike x reader #smut #sweet #plus size reader x pedro pascal character

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kylejsugarman · 2 months

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i'd love 4 and 19 for the alaska fam! (jesse, demi & baby) thank youuu

thank u!!! 🥺 tbh it feels a bit odd to do these for jesse since i did not invent him (rather i raised him and also he is my best friend), so ill just answer for demi and baby!!

4. What was your OC's childhood dream? Is that still their dream? If it has changed, why did it change and what's their new dream?

demi's central childhood dream was to Move Away. she didnt realize that she wanted to be a vet and Nothing Else until junior high/high school after she started volunteering at the animal shelter, but before that, she just wanted to leave haines. she didnt feel at home there, she didnt feel safe or comfortable in her own house when her dad was home, she didnt like sleeping crammed into the same room as her sister. demi loved her mom and her sister and her brother, but especially as a kid, she badly wanted to move away to a big city and live in her own apartment and go explore new, exciting things by herself with the safety and space to make all of her own decisions. this isnt really her dream anymore since demi now does feel at home in haines and has her own space and freedom: instead, demi's new dream is to continue building a life that she doesnt feel the need to "escape" from and has enough room for change and discovery

baby's childhood dream is basically just to see all of the sea creatures she's read about and seen in documentaries. pictures are cool, but she NEEDS to get up close and observe them and just soak up every wonderful moment of existing in the same world as these creatures. this dream is partially realized by a family trip to anchorage so baby can visit a real aquarium and see some of these animals in person, but it's just not Quite what her heart wants, yk?? its cool to see them, but baby doesnt like seeing them behind glass: it's not fair to them. eventually, baby learns to dive so she can observe specimens for her phd program and that's when her dream is fully realized. she's not interfering or trapping anyone: she's just There, watching and living in the same beautiful space as these animals and organisms that she adores. she continues chasing this dream for the rest of her professional career :')

19. What traditions or stories does your OC carry forward from their childhood to the rest of their life?

i mentioned demi revisiting the stories of shamanism that her mother told her as a child, but the aspect of her culture that stuck with her more is yuraq, a traditional yupik style of dance. she did it and loved it as a little girl and even after she stopped doing it, demi never loses that fierce adoration for yuraq and the way she was able to tell stories without having to fumble with words. it's something that makes her feel closely tethered to her people and reminds her that there is a way of keeping Things alive. sometimes, she'll even perform the moves that she remembers and just feel so warm and open

baby is a creature of habit and routine so there are several traditions that she tries to preserve because routine nice, but stories are what stick with her throughout her life—most importantly, the (at first heavily abridged) story that jesse tells her about his life. learning that her j, this person that she Loves and thinks the absolute world of, struggled with drug addiction and loss and horrible crimes shows her that there's nothing inherently wrong or life-ruining about struggling. she feels so horribly lonely and anxious and guilty sometimes, so much so that she believes those awful feelings are going to overflow and destroy everything good and make living a happy life impossible, but jesse's story reminds her that life doesnt end with these low points. despite everything, hes still here!! and baby holds onto that forever

#anonymous #ask #syd squeaks #oh god this got so long im so sorry #ask meme #demi ayuluk #baby ayuluk #jesse pinkman

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softmafia · 2 years

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Magician’s Assistant

Contains: fem y/n, oc insert, smut, sexual tension, violence, oral(fem receiving), mentions of fingering

I finally got this blog back in order, lol. Hope you guys haven’t forgotten about mee!!!

Y/n chewed on her bottom lip, a nervous habit she had developed at a young age. Hisoka always loved to watch her do that, and he especially loved when he would have to dab away the splotches of blood that would drop from her swollen lips.

“It should be lunch time in a couple of minutes.” Y/n said, “Once the guards slip out we can just walk right in. Terrible security, they’d let a fucking bear into this place.”

Hisoka chuckled and crossed his arms, looking a bit confident as he stood on the ledge of a building, while Y/n kneeled beside of him.

He held his chin and smiled with interest as three burly looking gentlemen walked out of the building, “Through those doors, huh? That easy?” He looked back down at Y/n, watching as she slowly rose up, but still managed to be quite shorter than him, “Seems too good to be true.”

Shrugging while she turned to look at him, “They’re just that dumb. Trust me. I’ve came here for everything I need and they still haven’t upgraded the security system.” Y/n put her hands in her pockets and looked back down, “The only thing they did was hire new guards but.. I’ve killed the older ones.”

“Or..” Hisoka started, putting a hand on his hip, “You’re working with the owner of that building, and you’re trying to trap me. Word has it that criminals are paying top dollar for live, skilled hunters.” He knew that his claim wasn’t true, because if she really wanted to kidnap him— she would’ve done it all by herself. Hisoka just wanted to get a reaction out of his sweet girl.

Y/n narrowed her eyes, and tilted her head at him, frowning, “You really think I would do that to you?” She scoffed, “How stupid do you think I am? I’d obviously think of something better, durr.” And after that, she stepped off of the building, landing on her feet once she hit the ground.

Hisoka put a hand over his mouth and laughed, before following right after Y/n. He adored that feisty attitude of hers, always bouncing back from his quips, making him chuckle.

But what Hisoka was really enamored with was her walk— oh how it drove him mad sometimes, Y/n swaying her hips like that, her arms swinging back and forth with a little bounce to her step. Hisoka bit his lip and ogled her for a brief moment before striding confidently to her side. The automatic doors opened for them, to which Y/n grinned up at Hisoka, “Told ya.” She clicked her tongue at him before skipping into the main lobby.

It was surprisingly empty, pretty convenient for Hisoka.

Y/n jumped up onto the ledge of the giant, built-in stone flower bed, standing on her hands, then bending back and landing on her feet whilst Hisoka stayed on the ground, walking beside her, “So, what are you looking for here? They have literally every file on every world leader that isn’t affiliated with the hunter association.” She said, doing a smooth somersault, “Not every day a certified hunter shows up to this place, usually they hire a nobody lacky to get some info for them.”

She paused, then flipped one last time before landing in a sitting position, “Unless.. that’s why you brought me here?” Y/n grinned, “So I can get a file for you? Sooo, if they catch me, you can abort mission while I take all the heat?” She tilted her head and looked at Hisoka, standing ahead of her with his back turned. Hisoka leaned his head up, slowly rolling his neck before turning around to face her, “If that were the case, princess, I wouldn’t have walked in with you.♡” He smiled.

Of course, Hisoka knew Y/n was more than capable of holding her own, but.. would she seriously think he would put her in danger for his own selfish needs?

Hisoka knew who he was. A whimsical liar, but an asshole, he was not.

Y/n smiled at him as she slid off, her boots made a small thud on the smooth tiles when she landed, “Suree..” she squinted at him, giggling before walking ahead. Hisoka exhaled through his nose, biting back a wide grin while he went back to following her, “Top floor is where they keep records, yes?” He was beside her again, looking down at her. “Yup. I know a way up through the vents but..” Y/n turned to look at Hisoka, eying him up. And he was in fact, a very large man, “I ain’t even touching that plan.”

Hisoka shook his head and chuckled, “Oh what ever do you mean?♪” he drawled sarcastically.

Y/n scrunched her nose at him and pulled the machine gun out of the strap on her back, then held it over her shoulders, “Elevator it is!”

Finally, they arrived at the top floor. Hisoka walked in front while Y/n hid behind his massive body, syncing her footsteps with his. Seeing as there were guards at the end of the hall, Hisoka wanted to use a bit of the theatrics. The morbid element of surprise.

“Holy hell.. it’s him. The magician.” One of the guards said, setting down the half eaten sandwich. “Yeah, yeah.. it’s him. From the arena, right?” Another man replied.

“That’s him, but he’s also a hunter. You know what the boss says, shoot those fuckers on sight.”

Hisoka merely chuckled, holding his hands out and using a shield of bungee gum to trap the bullets, narrowing his eyes at how the pellets stretched his gummy barrier. “If I’m being honest, gentlemen, slaughtering people like you just bores me so.” He smirked, watching as the men lowered their guns, either in fear, confusion; or both, “But luckily my lovely assistant just loves the dirty work.♪”

The satisfying sound of Y/n twirling her gun out of her holster never failed to amuse Hisoka, the sharp click of the trigger followed by a faint whoosh. She stepped out from behind Hisoka, aiming her pistol, and in the blink of an eye, the hallway became a massive shootout. The guards took many of Y/n’s bullets, but they were still standing, surprisingly. “Damn.. guess they did get an upgrade.” Y/n shrugged and flipped her gun back into her holster, deciding to launch herself at the guards.

While Y/n was busy, Hisoka took his chance to sneak past the chaos and into the records room.

Hisoka had his own walk as well, a confident stride— one shoulder in front of the other, his hips following the motions, a casual sway to them, letting his presence known in each step. He was a powerful man, no doubt to it. Even those who have never heard of him can’t help but break a sweat when they see him. But.. that could also due to his jester get-up.

Despite the mayhem going on behind of the door, Hisoka took his sweet time looking for the files and records he was looking for. He knew how trigger happy Y/n was, if anything else came in her way she would make sure to deal with it. Obstacles weren’t an issue for him when Y/n was by his side.

Hisoka was attracted to her strength; as was Y/n, attracted to his violence and mysterious nature.

But suddenly, was a loud noise that alerted Hisoka, the door opening once again, then slamming shut. He knew who it was.

“Have fun, darling?♡” Hisoka smiled, hearing her crawl on top of one of the filing cabinets, then crawling towards him. “Eh, sad that it was just the two of them.” Y/n shrugged and wrapped her arm around Hisoka’s shoulder, placing her other hand on his shoulder, sliding down to his bicep. She bit her lip as Hisoka’s muscles flexed each time he skimmed through a file. Y/n laid her head down on his shoulder, “Anything particular you’re looking for?” She tilted her head up to look at him, admiring his jawline, his hairline, his sharp nose.

“A prime minister in the Federation of Ochima.” Hisoka hummed, then turned to look at her, “Looks like we’ll have to fly for our next mission, baby.♪”

Y/n grumbled and stuck her face into his neck, “Fuck. I hate airplanes.” She pulled away and held onto Hisoka’s arm, “Think you can rent one of those airships again? The ones with a personal butler?”

Hisoka smiled and wrapped his arm around her waist, rubbing up and down her side, giving it a little squeeze before he pulled a file out of the cabinet, “Oh? You don’t like riding first class with me?” He chuckled and kissed her cheek. “Do you know how many times I almost got caught sneaking into first class? Dude, I hid in one of your suitcases for an hour.”

“Anything for love, right darling?” Hisoka laughed and shut the cabinet, then pulled his body between Y/n’s legs, hands on her thighs. Y/n frowned at him, then cupped his face before deciding to lean in, capturing his lips with her own. Hisoka let out a quiet, pleasured groan of satisfaction, the corners of his lips curled up in a soft smile. “Ahh~ Feeling rather affectionate today, baby?♡”

Y/n scrunched her nose at him and pulled away, “Shut up.. I’m always affectionate.” She stuck her tongue out at him, only for him to give it a little kiss before his hands migrated to her hips. “Oh yes, as affectionate as a snapping turtle.” He teased, before he narrowed his gaze, shifting downwards between her legs, he loved buttering up Y/n, making her soft, easily submitting to him, sometimes he compared himself to a zookeeper taming a dangerous beast. Hisoka moved his hand down her torso, over her exposed stomach, then down to her belt where he began to take it off.

The girl quickly noticed what Hisoka was planing, she grinned at him; quite cheekily if he might add. Y/n helped him by unbuttoning, then unzipping her pants, then pulling them off until it was hanging off of her left leg. “Pretty little panties..” Hisoka mumbled with a smile before leaning in, his nose pressed against her clothed clit, that sensitive little bud. Y/n looked down at Hisoka and whimpered, her hips trembled and buckled into his face, “You gonna eat me out right here?” She chuckled shakily, trying to be snarky but.. with her whimpering and trembling like that, she was just a small kitten trying to impersonate a jaguar.

“I know it’s a bit scandalous, but I just have to have you now.♪” Hisoka groaned before pulling her panties off of her hips. “You’ve fucked me in worse places.” Y/n snorted, then flinched when Hisoka’s strong tongue swiped up on her clit, “Remember when you fingered me while you stalked the Phantom Troupe’s boss?” She tilted her head back and whined.

Hisoka chuckled as he reminisced, all while sticking his tongue inside of her, she was already wet, which pleased him greatly.

He remembered her, sneaking up on him while he was observing Chrollo in his natural habitat. The woman nearly blew his cover just by popping up beside him so suddenly, Hisoka had no choice but to restrain Y/n in his arms to keep her from getting both of them caught. God, he wished he had her zetsu.

The magician remembered how squimy she was, how every time she wiggled, her butt rubbed up on his crotch. His hand slowly glided down between her legs, into her pants. That definitely got her to calm down.

“I was just the luckiest man in the world that day, wasn’t I?” Hisoka mumbled as he kissed and licked her clit, “Stalking my prey while fingering my pretty girl.♡” inhaling her scent while feeling aroused at her moans. The most favorite thing for Hisoka to do was hear her noises, to hear how good he was making her feel. That alone gratified him, even when the only thing brushing up on his cock was the inside of his boxers..

Y/n whimpered and couldn’t help herself, wrapping her legs tightly around Hisoka’s head until her thighs were squished on either side of his face. “Mmf~” Hisoka muffled in surprise, then smirked up at her and dove deeper into her cunt. The jester held her hips and yanked them closer to him, he licked the inside of her walls, nose nuzzling her wet clit, and a small drop of his saliva rolling down her bottom as he devoured her.

Y/n shivered and gripped his hair, moaning and whimpering while grinding her hips on his tongue. “R-Right there~!” She squeaked and moved her hands down to grip the back of his neck. Hisoka hummed softly and licked the top of her clit, seeing as he got sweet reactions out of her— he wanted more.

He flicked his tongue, nibbled on her, and then kissed her wet hole before swirling his tongue around inside of her again.

“H-Hisoka..! Fuck~!!” She squeezed her eyes shut and clamped her legs around Hisoka’s head tighter. Y/n’s whole body was trembling, her face was heated up and sweat rolled down her skin; Hisoka knew she was getting closer.

The man leaned back and smirked at her, “Already so close, and I haven’t even pulled my cock out.♪” he teased, then licked her clit again.

“You know I’m sensitive!!! Mmmm..mmmm~!” Y/n gripped his hair again, making him grunt slightly onto her pussy. Hisoka closed his eyes and furrowed his brows, she was about to cum, and he wanted to lick up all of her sweet juices.

Hisoka opened his eyes once he felt the rush of juices flood his mouth, he quickly gulped and panted softly before pulling away. Y/n put a hand over her mouth, panting and whimpering while she came down from her high, watching when Hisoka brushed some stray strands of hair away from his forehead.

“Ah.. so sweet.” Hisoka said as he stood back up, his hands on her thighs again, rubbing them. Y/n blushed and furrowed her brows, “Shut up.. stop being smug.” She pouted. Hisoka leaned into her face, nuzzling her, “Awwwee.. I love it when I get you like this, a cute, little kitten.” He whispered, smirking while narrowing his eyes at her. Y/n hopped off of the cabinet and pulled her pants up, “Grrrrrr!!” She growled at him, scrunching her nose and pouting.

Hisoka tilted his head back and laughed, then turned Y/n around with him, “Well..” he waved the file around in the air, “I’ve got what I needed and more.♡” he chuckled and smirked down at Y/n as he began to walk out with her. She whined and stuck her bottom lip out, Hisoka helped her step over the dead bodies on the hall floor, “Why don’t we go home, take a nice bath, cuddle?” He suggested while whispering with a seductive undertone, “Because.. you are pretty bloody.” He snorted. Y/n giggled back at him and squeezed Hisoka’s hand that was on her waist, “Yeah, tends to happen when you have me kill some mother fuckers.” She shrugged and spun around, walking backwards in front of Hisoka with her arms folded behind her back, swaying her hips and smiling at him, “Your lovely assistant.” She stuck her tongue out at him, then giggled and turned back around, skipping along the hallway. “Every great magician has one, right?” Hisoka chuckled and put his hands on his hips, following after her, “Maybe I can buy you a cute little suit.. and matching bunny ears as well?♪”

“Yeah, you can jack off to that once we get back to your place.” Y/n stepped inside of the elevator, putting a hand on her hip, hovering her finger over the elevator button, “Better walk faster 'cause I’ll go without you.” After doing a little mini-jog, Hisoka was in the elevator with Y/n. He placed a hand on her back and gradually moved it down to palm her ass. He groaned in satisfaction, rolling his neck slowly as he rubbed his hand around her butt, then rested it on her hip.

“Goddamn you literally just ate me out a few minutes ago!” Y/n frowned up at Hisoka, but had an obvious red tint to her cheeks.

“Perhaps I want a bit more now, dear. Oh but I’ll save the dessert for when we get home..♡” Hisoka winked at her, then smiled wide when he saw her eyes widen and her expression soften. He could only imagine the night he would have with her once they got home.

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definitelynotgideon · 9 days

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This is a Genya Shinazugawa x OC (Gideon Azulyss) MLM Fic 🏳️‍🌈

AN/ This took an embarrasingly long time to write because my brain is frieedddd. Work is getting to be so stressful and in the midst of everything I had a breakdown.

NONETHELESS, MY TUMBLR FRIENDS. I return with even more fluffies lol. I swear to god, i have a plan to move away from this stuff and into the meat of the story. Y'all just have to bear with me. xD

Also, this is an abridged, tumblr friendly version of the chapter. The full version will be linked with warnings; it can be found on Ao3. :3

CW: nudity, slight voyeur behavior? sharing a shower.

Click here for the Ao3 Version.

CW for Ao3 Version: Rated Mature! Make-out scene, implied other activities mentioned. Not Explicit.

Word Count: 2,237

The Demons We Face | Chapter 16, Give and Take

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Gideon looked to the things in his arms. Ah, he wanted to shower too. He looked back up to his shy eyes and then immediately understood that… he wanted to join Gideon. The silver haired boy blushed too.

“D-dont think I'm… just like, here because you're… you know. I didn't mean it like that. I j-just uh-”

Gideon playfully flicked water at him, smirking. Genya stopped talking and looked slightly surprised.

“Baby. It's okay. You can join me. I'll even help you clean up if you want… but you've gotta help me too. Okay?~”

Genya still looked nervous, which Gideon found adorable. But he nodded with a shy smile and disrobed. Gideon politely turned around so he could enter in with less pressure. He hummed as he re-wet his hair.

And then as soon as Genya entered into the shower, he grinned up at him. “This is exciting. I finally get to see what shampoo you use~”

The two boys ate well. After having talked, both were feeling better and their appetites showed it. When no one was looking, Genya would teasingly poke Gideon in the side with chopsticks and smirk, feeling Gideon's eyes on him and hearing the squeak that made it all worthwhile.

Gideon was fucking determined to discover Genya's ticklish spots. He needed to level the playing field. But for the time being he retaliated by stealing bites from Genya's plate.

In one of those times though, Aoi caught him and scolded him. “If you're hungry, ask for more food, don't take from others!”

Genya never got caught in his antics. Professional big brother knew how to get away with teasing. Gideon scrunched his nose and apologized as Aoi gave Genya replacement helpings.

Genya said something along the lines of “you'd better be sorry,” only smiling fully victorious at Gideon when Aoi turned back around. To lessen the sting of defeat, he gave Gideon an additional dumpling, slipping his hand down to affectionately squeeze his knee. Gideon was dying to return touch, and finished his meal quickly so that he could shower and then join Genya in his room for sleep.

He snuck a small affectionate scratch to Genya's back as he passed. “‘M gonna shower, see you in a bit.” Then he left the dining hall and went to his quarters for clothes and his shower supplies.

Genya watched him leave, his eyes following him until he was completely beyond the doorway. He glanced at his food and quickly finished it up, cleaning up his area and wandering out. He went back to his room, gathering up a change of outfit.

Gideon, meanwhile, had gone into the men's shower. He was blissfully alone, and he was reminded of why he chose odd times to shower. It was just a little awkward to shower with other men around… he felt like if he looked the wrong way at one of them that they would immediately notice and call him out even if it was innocent.

So whenever anyone else had come into the restroom he would decidedly turn to the wall and not socialize.

But that wouldn't be happening this evening.

Smiling to himself, he stripped his outfit and set it carefully aside. Starting the shower, he ventured beneath the stream. A few moments passed and he began to sing softly as he worked a bar of soap in his hands.

And he sang sweetly, not aware of the very silent entrance of Genya.

The mohawked boy had stopped short of the restroom area as soon as he heard the soft cadence. He had entered quietly to confirm it was Gideon. He heard his voice, and recognized it but… he needed to see him too. Wanted to commit it to memory.

Because his voice resonated off of porcelain tiles, steam from the shower veiled him in intrigue. The scent of his fragrant soap tinted the vapor. Genya could have sworn he was an angel… and he stood rather frozen in place, awe holding his body still as he remained unnoticed.

But then… he accidentally dropped his shampoo bottle. Genya's face turned beet red as Gideon instantly stopped singing and turned to face him like a frightened deer.

Genya crouched to retrieve his bottle and became a bit of a mess in trying to explain himself. He shouldn't have even been doing so, he just couldn't resist… in his defense his intentions were very innocent. He was simply admiring his lover. Definitely not trying to be creepy or invade his privacy.

He stammered out apologies to Gideon, averting his gaze, even bowing and Gideon shook himself out of his surprised state.

“Genya, it's okay… Did… did you come looking for me?”

Somehow Genya's blush got deeper on his face. “Y-yeah I… um. I wanted to make sure you were okay… but I was also… w-wondering if I could …”

“D-dont think I'm… just like, here because you're… you know. I didn't mean it like that. I j-just uh-”

Gideon playfully flicked water at him, smirking. Genya stopped talking and looked slightly surprised.

“Baby. It's okay. You can join me. I'll even help you clean up if you want… but you've gotta help me too. Okay?~”

And then as soon as Genya entered into the shower, he grinned up at him. “This is exciting. I finally get to see what shampoo you use~”

The comment makes Genya laugh a little. He crouches to gather up his soap and Gideon can't resist the urge to look at his lover’s body.

His eyes softened. He had… so many scars. Some looked quite deep. Gideon’s own body had a few from fights with demons and just the hazards of being a boy. but Genya's… were more present.

He'd probably been through so much. Too much to talk about. Genya seems to feel his eyes and looks to him as he stands up fully with his soap in hand. Gideon can't help but to just…move in and hold him close. He's wet from the shower so the feeling is weird for Genya but nonetheless, he laughs a little and wraps his arms around Gideon.

“Someone is clingy~” Genya lightly teased him. Gideon groaned against his chest and playfully pretended to bite him.

Gideon then squeezed him and lifted him to put him under the shower stream. “I don't think you dislike it.”

Genya giggled a little as he was moved. “You're right. I'm… happy you want to.”

It was nice to be wanted. Especially after so much time with very few people. Gyomei had found him first, and had helped him as the father figure he never previously had. And even if there was pain in the aftermath, he loved his brother deeply and wanted to reach him.

But Gideon was unique. Something he'd not experienced prior. Every touch was so gentle and healing… in some ways it terrified Genya because he'd lost almost his entire family and he could just as easily lose Gideon, Gyomei, Sanemi. Despite that though… Gideon was here now. And wanted to be close to him just as much.

Gideon gently requested is soap bar. “I'll wash your back,” he offered. Genya must have d drifted away in thought for a moment, but his mauve eyes refocused on his partner.

“Th-thank you.” He handed him the soap and turned around, closing his eyes and waiting. He felt like a child in a way… probably because he'd not experienced this before.

Gideon lathers the soap in his hands and takes an appreciative smell. While not exactly what Genya smelled like to him, the hint of warm woodsy fragrance that Gideon noticed on Genya likely came from this bar. He gently scrubbed Genya's shoulders, eyes still on his scars as his eyes swirled with questions he wouldn't ask… deft hands cleansed Genya's back, finally resting on his hips as Gideon blushed. He should probably let Genya take care of everything lower… he didn't want to be invasive.

Genya felt him pause at his hips. Blushing because he knew what Gideon was probably thinking, he turned around to face him. “Thank you love… I- I'll get the rest of me.”

Gideon went back under the spray as Genya finished soaping up. Gideon had finished up with soap earlier. He reached for his shampoo and Genya reached over gently to pause him. “Could… Could I do that for you? Please?”

Gideons eyes softened again. That was so sweet of him… he couldn't deny him after he asked so carefully. He nods a little with a small smile and Genya rinsed himself off. He then took up Gideon’s shampoo bottle.

“C’mere, turn around.” He instructed softly. Rubbing his hands together after taking some shampoo up, he worked the lather into Gideon's scalp. Fingertips moved with specific pressure. Genya worked diligently through his strands and especially in his scalp to free up dirt or debris.

Gideon hummed contently. He loved having his hair played with, but this was entirely unique. Genya finished, smoothing the strands out of Gideons face and working them back.

“Alright, rinsing time.” Gods, his voice was so gentle. The tone of his voice hit Gideon in an oddly specific manner.

This really was love, wasn't it? Having someone be so careful with him and his heart. His everything. Especially when others had either been complacent or cruel… Genya's love began to take root in Gideon's soul, and Gideon would adore all of his flowers and thorns.

Once he's rinsed the shampoo out completely, he pushes water away from his eyes and switches Genya spots so he can stand under the warm water. He stands on his toes to kiss him softly, cupping his cheeks. “Thank you. I love you. So much… you make my heart feel so full.”

He rests a moment, simply looking into Genya's eyes with sweet adoration and Genya returns the look. Gideon breaks first, looking to Genya's stuff on the shower floor. “Your turn. I'd like to wash your hair too, please.”

Genya watches him gather the shampoo and gives him a smirk. “Need me to kneel or something for you, shorty?~”

Gideon growls playfully. “I'm not that short! But… yes. It'd be helpful. Um… maybe not kneeling though. Might not be the most comfy.”

Surely there was a stool or something around… Gideon looked and found one in one of the private showers, meant for higher ranked residents.

“...There.” he walks over as Genya hisses, as if someone else is even in the bathroom.

“Gideon no that's not something we can use!”

Gideon returns with it anyway. “Oh please. I don't understand why we can't use tools equally. I get the respect thing but no one is going to notice this being missing for a few moments.”

It was true. All of the Hashira had their own estates anyway. “Besides. Don't you… technically out rank me? A higher ranked slayer is using the stool. Logic.” He beamed, setting the stool down and patting it. “Sit your fine ass down.”

Genya chuckles a little but ultimately sits. “I do? I didn't know I outranked you.”

Gideon lifted his wrist and said “show me my rank,” and the wisteria engraving became visible. “Tsuchinoto. And you're a Hinoto.”

“...You work just as hard as any slayer, why are you lower in rank? Didn't you pass final selection before me? You were in Aoi’s class right?”

“Yeah… the reason for that is, my fighting style didn't lend itself to katana wielding very well. I'd survive battles, but my swordsmith hated me because I kept breaking swords. On the fourth one, he refused to make me another katana. Said I needed to rethink what I'm doing. And… after a little while… I thought of how I was fighting and how it lended itself more towards melee. So… I asked for something heavier and we agreed on the hammer.”

Gideon shrugged as he leaned Genya back to wet his hair. “It set me back quite a bit because I had to learn a new style of fighting. But it was well worth it. It's nearly impossible to break the hammer. Its handle, maybe. But not the steel.”

“Huh. Well that makes sense,” Genya mused. He pictured the frustration Gideon must have gone through trying to come into fighting styles. He could empathize a little.

Gideon starts to shampoo his hair, rhythmic passes raking through his mohawk and gentle scrubs to his shaved sides. He also paid attention to Genya's scalp, using careful nails to work the soap in and loosen unwanted stuffs.

He found that he was enjoying himself. He'd never shampooed anyone's hair before, besides his own. Plus… sharing this with Genya was filling his heart even more with each passing moment. He finished, rinsing his hands but draping himself over Genya's back for just a few seconds. Wrapping his arms around him and kissing his bare shoulder.

“You're ready to go. Let's get you up and rinse you.”

He made his way in front of Genya just in case he needed help off of the sitting stool. Genya took his hand regardless, letting him pull him up even if he wouldn't have had trouble. Genya ventured under the stream to rinse out his hair, and Gideon returned the stool to the private shower.

Venturing back to the shower, Genya couldn't help but watch him and appreciate Gideon’s form. Gideon would be lying if he insisted he wasn't stealing glances of Genya's naked body too. Gideon caught him looking; he made it a little bit obvious because Genya met his eyes and turned red as he looked away..

He hummed as he came back to wrap his arms around Genya. “Still so easy to fluster. Adorable~”

They finished up with the shower, turning the water off and drying with towels provided. Teasing each other the whole time, they made their way back to Genya’s room to retire for the night.

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wd-ghosty · 14 days

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Chapter 1 - Resurrection

Haiii! It's me again bringing you more fics, this is chapter 1 of Ophelia's backstory.

TW!!!- Mid writing

It’s 3:45 am, and I’m in a dark room illuminated by fluorescent light, from screens surrounding my bed. I linked up to all these tubes, I’m constantly getting shots, my mind has been infiltrated by that wretched beating sound coming from the heart monitor. I dont know how I got here, I remember being at the beach with my friends, we got on a boat with a bunch of guys we didn’t know, I think we got drunk. And after that, all I can remember is a splashing sound and I stopped breathing…

did I mention I can’t swim?

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I grew up with three older brothers they all had their own interests but one of them went through a ninja/samurai phase, and I watched all those shows with him, Ninjago, Randy Cunningham, and Power Rangers Samurai, but my favorite was the one about the turtles.

They had a very passionate fanbase one i was a part of, I made so much fan art, and OCs hell one of my OCs was an obvious self-insert. Well she didn’t really look like me, she was tall, thin, pretty, the most confident person you’d ever meet, she would always be that one person people would go to if they had a problem, she was adored by everyone and hated by those envious of her. Nothing like me at all, I dont stand out in a crowd, I try my best to blend into the background I want to be almost invisible. Hell, she basically is an OC because she’s not one bit like me, comparing the two of us is an insult to her perfect being.

I made her so I could draw fanart of her and Donnie. Stupid right? I would draw the two of them in situations I imagine the two of us in. We’d go shopping together, and I’d give him the montage he deserved in the clothes dont make the turtle, in rise. I’d always be by his side willingly, helping him with anything he needed, in 2012. In the bay-movies, I thought I'd be the owner of his favorite cafe, and I'd always stay in late to make him whatever pastry I thought he’d want that day, and a coffee. When I got the finished product I was so happy sure I couldn’t let anyone see it out of embarrassment, but I was so proud of them.

Hmm… the beating is starting to slow down, and I hear a bunch of people running into the room, I think I’m gonna die. This reminds me of a short comic I made, Ophelia was assassinated by whatever villain and Donnie completely lost it. I wonder if he’d lose it if he knew I was seconds away from dea- everyone stopped talking and an irritating ringing sound replaced the beating.

“Ladies and gentlemen we are now landing in Manhattan New York, please get your bags from the overhead compartments, collect all your things, and thank you for flying with us.”

I rub my eyes open and get up from my seat. “I just had the weirdest dream ever. I was some random girl and I drowned to death, I think?” I take the two suitcases from the overhead compartment, and hand Nasir his.

“You have dreams of drowning all the time, yet you still go to the beach and crash into waves ten thousand feet taller than you. At this point, you’re seeing the future.” Nasir is one of my best friends, and also one of the most useful people I know. If you have a problem with somebody, just tell him and he’ll dig up some shit that’ll ruin their life.

“Oh my god, are you saying I’m psychic!?”

“No I’m saying you’re stupid, Stop standing there and move so we can get off this plane.”

Scoff, “Whatever, I can tell the future.”

“Your delusions cloud the part of you that's actually worth having, common we have to go before the Uber leaves us.”

Oh, I don’t think I properly introduced myself. My name is Ophelia Mafuta Chenett, you might ask “Why did you tell us your full name?” and my answer to that is, that's what the villaness does in every manhwa when they introduce themselves so that’s what I’m gonna do. I’m a soon-to-be freshman at Manhattan Institution of the Arts, (It’s not a real school) After passing the entrance exam I moved across the country to pursue my passion of becoming a fashion designer. Sounds stupid right? Doesn’t it sound like I'm some quirky girl from a 2010’s show? Well, I’m kinda going for that, as the main character of this world I have to keep up my spirits and believe that I can do whatever I want and even live in one of the most expensive cities in this godforsaken country. Oh, I’m also 17 years old, and my birthday is coming up soon so I'm basically 18, other facts about me, I'm from southern California, I have three older siblings, I’m 5’9 but basically 6’2 when I put my shoes on, into alt fashion, and I’m really big on video games especially when they’re story driven. Well, I think that’s it, you guys can just follow along on my journey to become… well, ME, aka perfection. XOXO byyyy!

“Please dont tell me you’re talking to your fictional 1audience again.” Nas slumped into his seat side eyeing you.

“They’re very much real I’ll have you know” She rolls her eyes at him and puts on her headphones.

“Drug addicts are probably so jealous of you, you dont need pills to get high off your ass, you were just born like that. You’re most definitely a crack baby.”

The two of them expected to get to their destinations rather quickly but, the traffic was honestly something that crawled out of the ninth ring of hell. Nasir got accepted into Princeton so he was especially irritated by the traffic. And Ophie got to campus two hours late but still managed to register and get settled in her dorm.

“Well it’s nice to know that all my stuff got here without issue.” then her phone started ringing, she got off her bed to check who called and her heart dropped. “Telli! Please dont tell me you left early, I'll hate it if you left early!”

“Nice to talk to you too Ophe, and no. I’m still in the lair because your plan landed hours ago and you haven't texted called or posted about it, so I knew after you got M.I.A. you’d unpack, and then pass out. We’re meeting tomorrow,”

“Oh… well that's embarrassing. It’s nice to talk to you again Telli, I've been so busy lately I forgot when we spoke last.” She flops onto the bed and gets under her pillows.

“Yesterday, at 5:45 am before when you were getting ready for your flight at 10”

“I’ll have you know I'm African, we usually leave ten hours before a flight, my mom was rushing me out of the house. And I find it shocking someone who’s never left the CITY is talking shit about me.”

“I've been to Tahiti before, what other countries have you been to?” she can feel the sassiness of his bum-ass eyebrows through the screen.

“OH let me correct myself. I CAN’T believe that someone who has never been to an airport IN HIS LIFE is talking about me.” She can hear him laughing his ass off through the phone, “So I think I win”

“No, I’m letting you off the hook. See you tomorrow Ophe.”

“By Tell, kiss kiss.”

She hung up the phone and rolled on her back staring at the ceiling. “Hmm… I’m an adult now. No more mom, no more siblings, just me. AAAH!” She screamed in join and kicked her feet. She hopped off her bed and dug through her bag to find her laptop, camera, and ring light. After clicking record she gets in position. “Ehem. You hear that watchers I’m a grown-ass woman now! and you hoes better prepare for Escapism season 8, watch me as I live out my college dreams! This is gonna be amazing, you know looking past all the exams and homework. Yeah, I know now I’m not special, I'm surrounded by other talented people. But I’m the MC, I’m better than them by default, and I’m special in general, all those current fashion designers that slap a print of a t-shirt and call it a day won't survive here. I have to watch out for the people who actually make their garments, but being able to sew doesn’t mean they’re a good designer and I’m BOTH. Everyone else on my wave length will become an ally or an enemy, but I crush all those who oppose me under the heel of my platform red bottoms rest assured. Well, that’s all for now bitches, see ya!”

She turns off her camera and gets back on her feet, “Well, I guess I'm done for today. I have three more days before orientation, and I don’t have my roommate yet. So I guess I should decorate my half of the room.” she turns her head and sees all the boxes stacked on top of one another.

“Or I could take a bath. She grabs her towel and opens the bathroom door, so she can bathe in boiling hot water while listening to Nightcore on repeat.

After her bath, Ophelia lays in bed scrolling through Tumblr when she starts to think of that dream she had on the plane. “That girl. What was her name?” she thinks to herself. Ophei tries to recall all she can about her, “She was on the bigger side. Short hair. I only ever saw her in muddy browns and greens.” she eventually drifts off to sleep, just to wake up again.”

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“Sweetheart wake up.” She feels someone nudge her awake, “Hun you’ve been sleeping the whole class period.”

“Oh sorry Ms. Mayflower.” She scatters to put her stuff away and tries to leave the classroom before Ms. Mayflower stops her.

“Bear, sweetheart can we talk?” She pulls out the chair on the other side of her desk, and Bear sits down in it. “You’re failing this class, and I've talked to your other teachers and you’re not doing too well in their classes either. Is everything okay at home, did something happen with Mom and Dad?”

“NO. I um… I'm just not good at school, it’s just not for me.” Bear looks down at her lap fiddling with her fingers.

“Hun, you’re only passing art, but that’s an AP class we’ll have to pull you out if you keep this up.”

“But, math and science are hard. And I always try during PE I just never pass, and Mr. Brown SUCKS. A simile and a metaphor are basically the same thing, and nothing makes sense. And I like history but I never pass the test despite the fact I always get good scores on classwork.”

“Hun I’m sorry but me, including the rest of your teachers, have talked about it.” Tears start to swell up in Bear's eyes, as she stands up. “I’m sorry”

“It’s okay, you’re fine.” she leaves the room tears threatening to fall down her face, when she accidentally bumps into a small girl.

“What the hell is yours!- oh Beary, I haven't seen you all day. You look…cute.” she stares up and down Bear, and she decides to wear the sweet Lolita dress her dad got her today. She got self-conscious and covered it with a jacket but she left it in Ms. Mayflower's room.

“Oh thank you, my dad got it for my birthday.” she uses her arms to try and cover her body.

“Yeah, you look like a baby doll,” One of the other girls said. “You know the things babies throw up on?”

“Aww look at her skirt it has plushies on it. do you sleep with them?”

“No” she whispers

“What was that?”

“No, i dont sleep with them.” she raised her voice

“Oh, well I thought you still slept with plushies, considering no one’s ever sleeping with you.” the girls start laughing and bear laughs with them trying to play it off.

“What are you talking about she's sleeping with the bears on her skirt, dont diss her man!”

The girls continue to make jabs at her dress nitpicking every single part of it to oblivion

“Haha you’re so funny Bailey, but I need to go now.” She tries to leave before the girls see her crying, but she’s stopped.

“Noo, where are you going we’re having so much fun eat lunch with us.”

Isn’t it shocking how much girls preach about sisterhood yet be so cruel to their fellow “sisters”? They’re pestering her trying to get on her nerves, she just wants to leave and they won't let her. Tall and big vs short and thin if they were guys then this would be clear cut, but for women with’s a lot more complicated. One of the girls, the smallest one grabs her arm and tries pulling her.

“Common eat with us bear we know you can eat a lot. Oh! I didn’t mean it like that.” all the girls laugh with her, and Bear starts crying.

“Oh my god bear! Why are you crying?”

“If you keep wailing like that then someone’s gonna call Peta” at that moment she pushes one of the girls to the side but she falls on her ass and started crying. And at this moment the bell rings, and everyone flods into the hall they’re currently in.

“Oh my god! The bear threw Bailey!”

“She’s gone feral!” everyone started staring at her, and some people started recording. Then someone started barking at her, and a bunch of people joined in. so she just ran away. She hid in the girl's bathroom where she cried until the security guards forced her to go to class.

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Then Ophie woke up with someone patting her back and tears trickling off her face.

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That's it. Hope you all liked chapter 1 XOXO luv ya<3

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bonesandthebees · 5 months

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Anyway, I’ve talked a lot about Tommy without talking about Him, so let’s do that.

I was expecting Tubbo to be part of his group, but having him be there as just Tomys friend is so funny. It’s also adorable. (And it probably says a thing or two about how stubborn Tomys is, since he probably refused to go without him). Their dynamic very much gives “Your majesty, this is my emotional support best friend”.

Having Jack as a guard is giving me Stars flashbacks. Probably as intended. It’s funny that he is now Tomys guard instead of Wilbur’s. I was not expecting Puffy, but I probably should have. She’s there to make sure Tomys behaves, but she still has a lot of work to do about the etiquette. She also gives me the vibes of someone who deserves a raise.

Side note: did Niki or Quackity come with extra entourage? Like Niki was a baby, but Quackity was similar in age. Or is this unusual? (Also, I love the throne and crown, I’m sure that doesn’t have any ominous relation to certain tags on this fic)

Anyway, Tomys first impression reflects very badly on Sam. As we learn in chapter 3, everyone figures out why Tomys is there. And he’s clearly a bad first choice as a heir. (As in, if Sam were to die right now, Tomys would do terribly compared to Niki or Quackity).

He comes off as just a kid, which he is, but that’s not something you can be in this situation. None of the other kids got to have a normal childhood. On top of that Tomys is kinda a little brat, for a noble child at least, and not in the way those kids are normally brats.

But Sam seems rather fond of him. He’s very patient with him and all his blunders. I think he’s a kind king, but *looks at chapter 3* he’s not the brightest. It becomes very clear, very quickly that Sam did not think this true at all.

Like part of his decision process is wanting to decide something for himself because he’s self aware enough to know Phil is pulling the strings, but not smart enough to actually do it himself. So he brings Tomys and is all secretive, but then he didn’t talk it through with anyone and missed so many implications because he’s just living in his own world. But then he doubles down which is incredibly childish, but he wanted to make a desicion for himself and refuses to acknowledge that it’s backfireing (which is a very worrisome quality to have in a King).

Though I think some of it might just also be actually indecisiveness and wanting to buy himself more time to chose because he clearly doesn’t know who to pick based on how he asked Schlatt. He’s just digging himself a bigger hole and I’m scared he’ll double down further and will pick Tomys in the future just because Phil doesn’t want him to (can you tell I do not like Sam? Very good writing job on that, btw).

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no literally I was trying to figure out a position for tubbo that wasn't 'personal servant' just bc I didn't feel like doing that for this fic, and when I couldn't come up with anything I was like "...it's clingyduo tubbo would come just as his emotional support bestie" and then I thought back to how in historical movies you always hear about nobles having their ladies in waiting/companions/friends showing up with them everywhere like an entourage and I was like huh that would work

lol yeah after stars I'm a bit of a sucker for writing jack manifold as a guard again. he's just so good in that type of role, although I'd say he's going to have a smaller role here than he had in stars (though who knows I also didn't think stars!jack would play a very big role and look how that turned out). and of course tommy needed an adult chaperone so I thought of puffy. she's so tired of this shit.

yes, niki and quackity both came with entourages of their own although I'm not going to mention them bc I can't think of characters they'd be and I don't like throwing ocs into my fics for more than just a few lines here and there. except since niki was brought to the palace so young she essentially came just with her nanny and some guards, and when she was eventually given ladies in waiting they were provided by the palace not by summerdam. quackity was a little older so he showed up with a tutor, guards, and probably a private servant. still working out details on backstory stuff you know how it goes

yeahhh the thing is tommy's immaturity is pretty prevalent right off the bat, and while he's not overly bratty by noble kid standards, by potential future heir to the kingdom standards he's terrible. and it says something about sam's ideas towards leadership that he only just met the kid and has a bit of a soft spot towards him, because he doesn't know tommy. not at all. but he thinks he does.

i'm glad you don't like sam. he's meant to be a very messy character in rose. someone who so clearly wants to be good at this game he's playing but is just so blatantly not which causes problems for everyone else around him

#ask #spruce anon #rose ch 2 #rose ch 3

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villain-in-love · 10 months

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Sorry this ask took a while to send, I've been busy deep cleaning the last few days! But in your other post you mentioned Monster High and Ever After High OCs/Self Inserts. I don't want to pressure you if you don'y want to ofc, but if you're comfortable with sharing them.. I'd love to know more about them!!

I don't know much about Ever After High myself. I watched a few webisodes on Youtube some time ago and then dropped it. But I've been thinking about picking it back up again because I love the fairytale setting. Plus the dolls look very cool design-wise! I think out of the character I've seen so far, Madeline might be my favourite :3

Also, do you perhaps collect any other doll lines? I also enjoy Living Dead Dolls, Bleeding Edge, Little Apple Dolls, ect. If you enjoy the gothic/alternative style of Monster High, I'd definetly recommend them!! Some of them are bit more gorey - but theres plenty of interesting characters.

Ever After High is a great doll line as well as a show with immaculate aesthetic and interesting concept. Personally, I still prefer Monster High over it, but I've seen people favour Ever After High because it has a serious main conflict that can be analysed on a deeper level. A lot of people tend to simplify the message to "rebels good, royals bad", but in reality, while rebels do end up being in the right, position of royals does make sense, their concerns are understandable and hold a certain weight, at the very least because the entire situation the characters are in is rather complicated.

Honestly, if we look behind the bright and pastel coloured fairy tale aesthetic, the way fairy tale society functions is borderline dystopian…

Anyways, I think I have more OCs here because with the whole premise of following or rejecting one's destiny as well as having characters represent different fairy tales, naturally, lot of ideas appear. And so my OCs are often just me playing with the possibilities of what kind relationship with their fairy tale roles different characters might have.

While she’s not my personal favourite, I respect everyone who likes Madeline, she’s pretty cool (I especially like her Legacy Day doll which is visibly inspired by Victorian fashion) Unfortunately, she often get reduced to a comic relief, but I believe she had much more to her character in books by Shannon Hale, which I didn't have a chance to read yet, but I’m planning on doing so.

By the way, I checked out the doll brands you listed, and turns out I already knew some of them. However, while I don’t mind gore, those are not exactly the type of dolls I’m interested in (mostly I just dislike child-like proportions). (Living Dead Dolls look pretty neat though) I guess I liked Monster High as fashion dolls specifically, and very elegant, elaborate and well-thought-out ones at that.

Aside from Monster High and Ever After High, I used to like Bratzillas. I know that some might say that they are just a Monster High rip-off, but even if they were heavily inspired by it, they were still good (well, I was simply excited to see another gothic fashion doll line). I’m still upset that the franchise was so short-lived and I wish I bought more of their dolls. At some point Once Upon a Zombie piqued my interest, but I got quickly disappointed in doll and animation quality.

Also I wanted to comment on your OCs, because I actually like your character ideas. I adore the pun that is Manita’s name, especially since it’s both a good joke and sounds similar to "manticore". I overall have a soft spot for characters that are man-eaters both figuratively and literally. Octavia is extremely cute, I think she’s my favourite here, and I would totally root for her and Twyla’s relationship if they were in a show together. Levi looks like an entertaining type of character, I wish I could see him (them?) in action.

I kinda want to bother you a bit more and ask about what kind of fashion styles your characters prefer wearing and what would be written in their “freaky flaw” part of the bio, but that’s up to you if you want to continue the conversation about OCs.

Anyways, going to my OCs. I must warn you, there's a whole lot of information. I feel kinda bad for not drawing them myself and using character makers to represent them instead, but depression is a bitch and so this is the best I can do currently.

So here are the character design concepts plus some notes I have about them:

Starting with my only Monster High OC who is also a self-insert. I still don't have a name for her, since I want it to be a pun like most of Monster High names are but I have no good ideas yet.

Heavily inspired by the song Necromancin Dancin by Bear Ghost.

She's a necromancer who was born in the middle of the 19th century and died young. However, in my lore necromancers themselves are undead as well and only “awaken” after their own death. And so the first dead body they learn to control is their own.

She actually started out as a villainous character who exploited other undead students using her powers, either to harm or to manipulate.

She has issues, okay? On the inside she’s just a cynical and hostile sociophobe with a “better be a bully than the one bullied” mindset, convinced that there’s no point in trying to make friends since everyone would hate her anyway.

Ends up going through a character development and redemption arc thanks to the power of friendship and acceptance because it’s Monster High we’re talking about.

She seems very cool and confident when she’s being mean, but she’s so painfully awkward when put in a friendly environment. She doesn’t know how to be nice, she’s afraid of making a wrong move and ruining everything again.

Has a good sense of humour, but it’s dark and sometimes downright rude or offensive, which often puts her in uncomfortable situations.

She’s adopted since her parents were regular humans and she long since outlived them. After their death another necromancer – who was her mentor – took her in.

Now this is Ekaterina Bayun, the daughter of the one and only Bayun Cat. She was sent to Ever After High to better get ready for taking her father's role, since she's the first ever person to replace the original Bayun Cat. Because her father is immortal, she's didn't have to do it and it was entirely her own decision, which made her somewhat famous in school, being that she’s the only fairy tale character’s descendant who was actually given a choice.

While Ekaterina counts as a "royal" simply by the virtue of choosing to take her parent's role in their fairy tale, her view on the royal vs rebel conflict is rather neutral. And if you ask her opinion, she thinks that humans of their world would benefit more from rebel’s movement than they would if everything stayed the same as it always was.

She's actually a big monstrous cat who is capable of transforming into a human-like form. She spends half of the time in her cat form and assumes human appearance when it’s more convenient.

Ekaterina takes villain classes since, while she’s not The Villain TM, she’s classified as a beast that usually antagonises heroes. Also she literally kills and feasts on human flesh and it kind of automatically puts her into “evil” category.

Very chill, very lazy, prone to sarcasm and snide remarks. Like every cat, Ekaterina subconsciously thinks of herself as superior to everyone else and doesn’t like following any rules she disagrees with.

She’s a great storyteller and a singer with low and slightly gravelly, but very attractive voice. However, she has to be careful with it as to not accidentally put the entire school to an endless sleep.

Ekaterina has got a creative streak and is pretty intelligent, so she’s also good at making up her own stories. Her favourite school subject is creative storytelling.

She couldn't care less about human etiquette or morality. She's nosy and impudent, and has a habit of wandering into places where she shouldn't be.

Mstislava The Wise – daughter of Vasilisa the Wise from “The Sea Tsar and Vasilisa the Wise”. Headstrong and prideful, she never wanted to accept the role of her mother, which is why her family sent her to Ever After High in hopes that she will be put in her place here and stop rebelling. But boy, if that wasn't the miscalculation of the century.

Mstislava is a hardcore russian woman – she will walk into the house on fire and stop the horse running at full gallop, looking fabulous while doing so. She’s talented and intelligent, and absolutely refuses to become an obedient and loving wife of some Ivan Tsarevich who will sit on his ass while she does all the work in their story, only to be denied credit later.

Just like all women of her bloodline, Mstislava is a powerful sorceress. She's a master of transfiguration who is closely connected to the forces of nature, plus she possesses an impressive collection of enchanted items. She's also implied to be not quite human.

She doesn’t actually hate being a princess, and she would love to become a queen, but she's willing to sacrifice her royal status for the sake of her freedom of choice... or just for the sake of making a point.

She threatens her family with magic or refusing to go home if they don't accept her wanting to write her own destiny. She either gets to become the queen on her own terms, of she will run away and become a wicked forest witch.

Despite how serious and intense she appears, Mstislava does have a mischievous side and sometimes uses her magic powers to play tricks on people.

Mstislava is good at poetry, but unlike what is expected of a princess, she’s a terrible musician. (And so Ekaterina proceeded to teach her how to rap to pass the Muse-ic class…)

She's hard-working, but she's also a night owl, so you can catch her angrily banging at the door where the party is going at night, complaining that they're disturbing her while she's trying to study.

She's actually Baba Yaga's distant relative, and Mstislava considers Yaga to be her role model.

Meowriel Savatier – daughter of the Puss in Boots. She's a natural born hero and a royal who is very excited about fulfilling her destiny, especially since her destiny is to be with and help her best friend Marquise de Carabas (she's in love with her but doesn't fully realize it yet).

She’s technically considered to be Marquise’s lady-in-waiting, but it’s not as obvious since they both treat each other as friends and equals, with Marquise being especially considerate, even though Meowriel herself still goes out of her way to please her.

She doesn't have many close people, but she's an incredibly loyal friend, even to the point of selflessness.

Meowriel is bold, energetic, and resourceful. She seems to be in high spirits all the time, having a plan for any occasion and never giving up.

She's an incredibly persuasive and charming opportunist.

She takes hero classes and is the best in the Dragon Slaying class, where she uses cunning tactics to succeed instead of trying to rely on brute force.

She's an example of a royal who is actually selfish. She genuinely wants to fulfil her destiny which will give her and her beloved Marquise a happy ending, while the rest of the royals and rebels can rip each other to pieces for all she cares.

She doesn't mind rebels, but only as long as it doesn't affect her own story. However, if someone in her story tries to rebel, she's willing to force them back into their role by trickery and manipulation.

Because every character cast needs a cheerful French with a bob cut and a sinister side.

Once I actually get to drawing her myself, I hope to make the design of her boots much more elaborate, since they are her character's signature piece.

Marquise de Carabas – daughter of the miller's youngest son from the story of the "Puss in Boots". Marquise wants to be an active character in her story and she's worried about her best friend having to do all the work for her. She feels that it's unfair that she doesn't have to do anything while Meowriel alone ensures their happy ending.

She's a bit spoiled, but I wouldn't say that she's entitled. More like she's not used to hard work and discomfort, all her life she didn't even have to lift a finger or deal with serious problems herself.

She loves art in all of its forms, so she wishes to keep living an easy and lavish lifestyle so that she could dedicate her time and effort to it.

She's not particularly skilled at writing, drawing, or singing but she doesn't let it stop her. She's got a good sense of aesthetic and yet unexplored theatrical talent. Also she's a great violinist.

She considers the possibility of rebelling, while she secretly tries to find the way to prevent her story from even starting. Just like in the case of Ashlynn Ella, Marquise is destined to lose her royal status and fall into poverty for her story to begin, and in the end she’s going to have to marry to become a princess again.

She has serious issues with having to marry a "designated" person as a part of her destiny, especially since she still didn’t even have a chance to meet them. She’s the type who can only fall in love with someone she already shares a deep bond that lasted for years, and there's exactly one person like this in her life...

However, seeing how excited Meowriel is about following her destiny, Marquise wonders if she should just give in to make her friend happy. After all, in their story they will stay together for ever after anyways, so it shouldn’t be that bad..?

Maybe it's because she's so observant, but Marquise can easily spot acting or lies. Bad acting irritates her.

She doesn't fully trust anyone except Meowriel because she's the only one who is always honest with her.

By the way, I'm still only figuring out her character, since she was recently revamped in design and I started over with her personality. I'm also currently thinking about possibly changing her name.

Hua Li Ming – daughter of Hua Mulan, raised both as a capable warrior and a perfect lady. She's torn between wanting to honour her family, both like her story and fairy tale society tells her, and being absolutely terrified of having to bear such responsibility and spend 12 years at war.

She's noble and prideful, so on one hand she considers it a honour to become the next Mulan. On the other hand, she hates herself for being reasonably scared and unwilling to fulfil her destiny.

I imagine it will get revealed when Darling Charming tells her that she's lucky for getting to be a warrior instead of a damsel in distress, causing Li Ming to snap and go into a full-blown "you know nothing" tirade.

Actually has to deal with the pressure of being both a soldier and a lady. It's not like she was given an opportunity to choose one or even reject both.

She's a royal who desperately wants to rebel but still can’t let go of the thought that it's somehow beneath her.

Everyone around her constantly going on about how she would make a perfect Mulan doesn’t help.

Soft-spoken but firm, knows her own worth.

Known for being well-mannered and highly disciplined, Li Ming is a pleasure to work with and is considered to be a great company.

This showcases her level of self-control, and unfortunately it also means that she’s used to repressing her feelings, especially negative ones, which doesn’t do her any good.

Does meticulous work like weaving and sewing to calm herself and sort out her thoughts.

Li Ming studied combat and the art of war ever since her childhood. She likes it all in theory, but she'd rather not have to use it.

Instead of serving her country as a soldier, she wishes she could prevent the war before it even starts.

Character makers used:

The first one

The one that is made in Ever After High style

The third one is Anime Avatar Maker found on Google Play

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rosietrace · 1 year

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But then he walked in

Event: Rosie's valentines special 💌❣️

Ocs featured: Lancelot Novellion, Maria Alarik(@windbornearchon)

Ocs mentioned: Davis Novellion, Victoria Shard

Ship: Lancelot Novellion x Maria Alarik

Summary: When Maria has a moment of doubt, Lance is the one to hold her close. Even though their relationship had a bit of a rocky start.

Warning(s): Maria's insecurities being put to light, Lance being somewhat oblivious to feelings, Davis /j, based on lyrics from "Me and my husband" by Mitski

{ Apologies for any out of character moments }

[ Reblogs are recommended/encouraged ]

Maria felt ridiculous. Humiliated, even. Even when she was isolated in her room, she felt ridiculous and judged.

She grunted, shrinking in on herself."I just don't get how they can see me in such a negative light…" she muttered to herself.

But she sighed right after."Then again," she continued, "I also can't blame them."

She didn't like the way people perceived her. Her and her confidence, it was both inspiring yet annoying to certain people.

And she hated it. Hated the way people perceived her in such a negative light, and only tried to see the bad in her.

Maria hated the way people could hate her, but put people like a prince and a pop star on such an unnaturally high pedestal. It wasn't fair.

Just as she was going to continue brooding, she received a text from her boyfriend. Lancelot Novellion. Or Lance, for short.

Maria felt somewhat awkward before she replied, especially because of how new the relationship was between her and Lance.

I'm at NRC.

That was it. That was the text. Maria didn't have any other response, and she already felt awkward around Lance as it is.

She liked him, most definitely without a doubt. But at the end of the day, new relationships can startle even the most confident of people.

And Maria happened to be one of those people.

"I should probably answer before I go…." Her voice was anything but a whisper, "I don't want to seem rude…"

Her only response was, [ I'm on my way. ]

And then she went out.

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Lance, suddenly seeing Maria walk up to him, bowed in respect.

"It's good to see you again, Alarik."

Ah, right. He doesn't have a nickname for me yet. Maria thought to herself before nodding her head in acknowledgment.

"Good to see you too, Lance." She crossed her arms with a devious grin, feigning confidence as if she wasn't in an almost depressive state moments earlier.

Lance sighed, already aware that clearly, something happened for Maria to be feigning confidence in such a way. And so, in response, in an attempt to push her buttons, Lance gently moved Maria's hair to kiss her forehead.

Maria stiffened, unsure of how to respond to such a random and uncharacteristic display of affection. At least at first.

But her feigned confidence made its way back for her to smirk deviously."Well damn, Lance, what's the sudden affection for?" She inquired.

Lance didn't hesitate to answer her inquiry."Is it wrong to show how much I adore you, Alarik?" He said that, and yet he didn't even refer to her by her first name. It didn't help that he said it with a completely straight face.

Maria chuckled, but she didn't know if it was genuine by that point."Whatever you say, Lance."

Taking her hand, Lance's expression never wavered."Shall we fetch for some refreshments before we make our way to the training arena?" He asked gently.

Maria's eyebrows raised a little, surprised by how gentle his tone felt. And then a small smile, a less devious one, formed.

"The answer you'll receive is yes. I'm just going to sit down and wonder how long you'll last on the chessboard."

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The thing about Maria and Lance's relationship was that although it was rather rocky, that wouldn't be enough to prove they weren't attracted to each other.

Maria showed clear interest in Lance, as he did her. And it was only natural for a relationship to blossom. Their only problem resided in natural communication.

Maria sat down on one of the nearby benches, watching Lance, wearing but a tank top, hard at work to strengthen his resolve.

She couldn't help but whistle flirtatiously as she eyed the way he looked at that moment. His hair was a disheveled mess, his eyes narrowed with so much drive.

The way his arms looked- Wait, what? Maria blinked before shaking her head, trying to wipe that thought out of her mind. Lance may be her boyfriend, but she didn't need to constantly thirst over him.

But then she heard the whispers. Of people, who adored Lance, and likely felt a great disdain that he was with her of all people.

"How could he just get with her?"

"Lance is out of her league…."

"I mean, compared to Davis, Lance is somewhat subpar. But even then, that bitch shouldn't even be near him."

"I heard that she seduced him into getting into a relationship with him in exchange for blood."

"Davis is already too good for her. She shouldn't even be near his younger brother."

"I would've thought that the Novellions wouldn't have approved of someone like her…"

"Who knows, they might break up at some point. And if anything, anyone has a better chance at getting with Lance compared to Maria…"

"Pffft- If that isn't the truest thing you've ever said…"

Maria looked down at her lap, utterly expressionless. She couldn't stop them from saying those things about her, so she didn't.

And she thought that maybe, they were right.

And as her thoughts loomed over to the weight of self-doubt….

A shadow loomed over her.

"Maria, are you okay?"

She flinched, realizing it was Lance who said that and looked up."You…. Said my first name." She said suddenly.

Lance's eyes widened, and his lips pursed. The expression on his face was nothing Maria had ever seen on him.

He looked sad. Regretful, even.

He gently helped her up, holding her hand with one hand and the other holding his blazer over his shoulder.

".... Let's go."

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When they left, Lance took them to a secluded area in the NRC campus, and sat down on the ground next to Maria, leaning against the hard concrete walls.

"You…. You appeared shocked when I called you by your first name."

Maria sighed. Deeply, at that."Can you blame me, Lance?.... You barely talk to me, affection is practically non-existent, and…. You don't even call me by my first name."

At that realization, Lance's eyes softened, his lips slightly parting."Oh, Maria…." The pain in the tone of his voice sent her over the edge.

Suddenly, Maria felt Lance's calloused hands on her face as his lips touched her own.

She flinched at the sudden display of affection, and yet she couldn't resist leaning into the kiss, prolonging it until they pulled away.

Breathless.

Maria panted, breathing in and out, one at a time, in continuous two-second breaths."Why… Why did-"

"Do I have to do it again for you to understand?"

"Understand that you don't love me?"

"What, why would-"

"Face it, Lance. I know I'm out of your league. And I know that you probably only dated me out of pity."

Lance fell silent, eyes wider than saucers. He didn't- He never would've thought that Maria would see him in such a way.

And he felt awful for it. For her to think that he didn't love her was what made him feel all the more awful and aggravated about his actions.

Unexpectedly, Maria was held close. Lance wrapped himself around her, holding her close with enough gentleness to consider it pure bliss.

She was hesitant, almost scared. Uncharacteristic for someone like Maria, yet Lance was not at all bothered by it.

When she finally leaned against him, relishing in his touch, Lance couldn't help but quietly chuckle. And he kissed the top of her head.

"I'm sorry I made you think that way…."

She almost couldn't believe that Lance, doing the bare minimum of apologizing, would've made her say what she was going to say next.

"It's okay, Lance….. We can make this work."

Lance smiled, kissing the top of her head again.

"Then I'll ensure that I won't ever make you believe that I would never, ever, fight tooth and nail for you. Not anymore. Not ever..... My ethereal crimson lady."

Taglist: [ I would like to hear your thoughts, if possible! ]

@starry-night-rose @authoruio @celiica @geminiiviolets @fumikomiyasaki @sakuramidnight15 @nem0-nee @twsted-princess @oseathepebble

For: @windbornearchon

Hi Jas! I hope you enjoyed this oneshot. It's definitely a lot longer than what I'm used to(That's what she said), but I had a lot of fun writing this!

I really hope I did justice to Maria's character. I'm actually a bit afraid I didn't do justice to the beautiful crimson lady :')

But either way, I hope you enjoyed this oneshot!

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pushdaisies · 1 year

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@wihlted asked: 🤥 , 👻 , 👪 , 🥞 ,🍧 , 🌙 , 🙉 , 🪤 , 🍼 , 📦 , 🖍️

🤥 LYING : are they good liars? do they have tells to show they're lying?

she's a pretty good liar because she can play off her hesitations as just not remembering how to say it in english, and it's believable because yeah, that tracks, it's happened before and will happen again. those closest to her know that her tell is that she bites the insides of her cheeks in her hesitation period as she builds the lie in her mind before speaking it - noted by how her lips move to one side of her face. she doesn't lie often, however, because she doesn't like to lie. she only lies if she thinks its absolutely necessary.

👻 GHOST : do they believe in ghosts? what are their "ghostly experiences", if any?

nah, she thinks she'd like to believe in them but she doesn't think it's really probable. she won't be mean to people who do believe in ghosts, though. she fully respects others' feelings about things and doesn't ever try to tell them they're crazy if they share their own ghostly encounters.

👪 FAMILY : what is their family like? what is your ocs relationship to them? does your oc have any siblings?

It's just her, her mom, and her little sister Isabella. Her dad died when she was 6, and her memories of him are limited, but they try to keep his memory alive as much as they can. Isa doesn't remember very much at all, being 2 when he died, but Alma talks about him often enough to make it feel like she knew him. It's important to her that the girls know how much he adored them and generally how great of a man he was. Julieta loves her little family with her whole heart, and she'd do literally anything for them. When her and Eddie become besties, he and Wayne are an extension of the family as well. And she'd do anything for them too.

🥞 PANCAKE : what is their comfort breakfast?

huevos rancheros! (with refried beans!)

🍧 SHAVED ICE : do they still have any objects from their childhood? what significance does it have to them? what would their reaction be if they lost it?

can i come back to this later i haven't thought about this as much jhsdkhsdkh. i do know one thing she has is her dad's old guitar, which i mentioned in this post. if she ever lost it she would cry for days, weeks, months on end. for obvious reasons.

🌙 MOON : what is your oc's greatest wish? how far are they willing to go for it?

ultimately i think it is to just have a good time. to be able to relax. she's been working so hard for so long, y'know. she stresses herself out. her greatest wish that everyone in her life is cared for and safe and all that are part of it, because she does a lot to ensure this happens, and it comes at the cost of her own peace. she doesn't want others to worry so she'll worry for them, doesn't want others to struggle so does a little bit extra to lift the weight from their shoulders, etc. if everyone is cared for and at peace, she can be at peace, and man does she want to be at peace so bad.

🙉 HEAR-NO-EVIL : what is the worse thing your oc could hear from someone?

ohoho. maybe that she isn't enough : isn't good enough, isn't working hard enough, isn't smart enough etc. etc. etc. that she isn't enough. she doesn't NEED to be liked by everyone, she doesn't care about that, but to be told that all of her effort is for nothing ... yeah that would certainly kill her i think!!! its almost worse when said indirectly, like benny did when he cheated on her! mhm she wanted to die real bad after that :)

🪤 MOUSE TRAP : what will always lure them into certain danger? a loved one in danger? a promise of something they are always searching for?

yeah, you got it prompt. it's a loved one in danger. enrique iglesias vc: sheee can beee your heeero baaayyybeehh, (or die trying. and i'm so serious. the adrenaline kicks in and she's going to fiercely defend and protect her loved ones from any and every threat. luckily i have given her plot armor because she has a very long successful music career ahead of her but :) that doesn't mean she won't suffer first haha ha).

🍼 BABY BOTTLE : what are their thoughts on children?

SHE LOVES KIDS. she wants to have at least two kids, she'd feel bad only having one kid because being an only child seems so lonely. she'd want them to be as close and have each other's backs as much as she and isabella always have and always will. she's a little worried sometimes that with becoming famous she's lessened her chances of this, because of how demanding the life of a musician can be, especially in the bright spotlight she's earned, but she still hopes to start a family regardless.

📦 PACKAGE : what are some "most likely to…" that can apply to them?

most likely to win a grammy, most likely to give herself a panic attack over the most miniscule thing, most likely to make friends everywhere she goes, most likely to be in love with her best friend, most likely to fall to her knees if she met her celebrity crush jeff goldblum

🖍️ CRAYON : what advice would you give to them?

wait this one is so cute wtf. i would tell julieta to stop worrying so much, because everything is going to work out in the end! i know i'm the maker of her disasters but god gives his toughest battles to his strongest soldiers and julieta is a very strong soldier so i think she can handle it. also to please think things through fully in the dating area because jesus her taste is abysmal outside of eddie. a pretty face does not mean a pretty heart! stop trusting these mfs!

#✦ ˙ ˖ — page 03 : headcanon.

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lyranova · 2 years

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The penultimate chapter for COTF was perfect!! 🥰 I loved all those great final moments with the families—so sweet! 💖 I like how the couples all take moment to really contemplate whether they actually want to be in relationships—they love the kids, of course, but they’re not going to rush into things just so they might have them one day. It seems like a very healthy attitude which is really refreshing for this type of time travel shenanigans story! 😊

I liked how everyone kind of got their own scene too and how you showed that they’re all in different places in their relationships, with some of them already ready to pursue each other romantically while others aren’t (and some *cough cough* Nebra and Zora *cough cough* are wondering if they will ever be ready for that 😄) I think I mentioned before that I love the sweet and delicate way you write Yami and Charlotte’s relationship in this story! The final scene with them was wonderful here as well, and I’m glad the fact that Charlotte overheard Yami & Hikari’s conversation was addressed. That was such a vulnerable moment for Yami so I’m glad he and Charlotte got the chance to talk it over and to use it as an opportunity to really open up to each other! 💖 If I had to pick just one, I think my favourite little scene was probably the one between Gauche and Grey though. It was just too adorable, and I loved getting to see Gauche who is usually pretty stoic and curt, show off that softer and a little bit awkward side . Very endearing! There’s hope for him yet!

Not going to lie, my favourite line was probably Vanessa teasing that they might just have Ezio on accident 😂 Actually made me laugh out loud!! So that might be a close second! Also, worth mentioning is Alistair not taking any chances and essentially giving William directions to Zera!! 😁 That’s my boy!! 💗

I’ve enjoyed this series so much! I’m sad to see it come to a close, but it’s nice to see it ending on such a good note! 💖 Looking forward to the epilogue too. Thanks for writing!!

Acacia 😭💕💕!!! I’m sorry I didn’t answer this yesterday, I got into a bit of a household accident (I’m okay tho 😁!). Thank you so much 🥺💕, I’m so glad you enjoyed the final chapter of COTF!

Yesss I’m so glad you enjoyed that part 🥰, I wanted their reactions to be “realistic” especially if they’re not actually together or really interested in each other yet 😅. I had contemplated on having everyone just start dating at the end, but I changed my mind 😂! But I’m really glad enjoyed how I had them react 🥺💕!

Abwjwj thank you! Yee Zora and Nebra are both like “Will we ever want to be together?” and ofc they will, but waaay in the future 😂! But the first step to building a relationship/friendship is respecting each other, which Zobra does at least by the end of the story!

Whhwjw I’m so glad that you like how I wrote Yamichar 🥺🙈💕! Yesss I had always planned to have that little thread addressed (where she listened in on their convo) and I was going to address it sooner but I thought it would be best to save it for the end 😁. I’ll admit I had fun writing the Grey/Gauche scene hehe, I wanted to develop them more as a ship in the series, but it kinda got away from me, so I wanted to at least be able to give them a little something at the end 🥰!

Ahwjwj that line by Vanessa was one of my favorites too 😂! It actually came from a convo that @loosesodamarble and I had a while back about our OC kids lol, so I decided to kinda put that in there as well!

Aghwwh ikr? Alistar wasn’t taking any chances with his future 🤣! I mean, ngl I would probably do the same thing if my parents hadn’t met the entire time I was there lol 😅!

It is sad it’s ending 🥺😔, but just because this series is ending doesn’t mean the kids stories are at least 😁💕! But thank you for reading and enjoying the series it means the world to me 🥺🥰!

#asks #acacia💜#my lovely mutuals #children of the future talks

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twst-vampire · 2 years

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🕷️, 🙈, 🌌, ☁️ For Rin.. :3

hehe, hiii cupid !!

🕷️ SPIDER - what is their biggest fear? do they have any irrational / mundane fears?

it’s hard because rin isn’t exactly afraid of anything? at least half of fears are connected to death and when u become it and understand the process, you kinda just shrug at it.

i wouldn’t say rin is afraid of it but i think would prefer to never regain the memories of their human life. it was mentioned to them that they had a life before…everything he is now. he wants no connection to the past so he essentially had those memories wiped.

i think rin would also hate it if they were to ever become weaker somehow. feeling helpless would probably suck as well. though, they’ve trained for so long, even with no powers, he could still rock someone’s shit easy. POW!

🙈 SEE-NO-EVIL - whats a side of your oc that they don't want to show other people?

rin never wants anymore to see how sad it makes him to know he’ll definitely outlive most of his friends. to know the exact time & place they’ll die and knowing he’ll have to collect their souls eventually…kinda freaking sucks!

it’s advised for reapers not interfere with the living to prevent hiccups like this but rin is not a guy who follows rules so 💀 a lil painful!!

🌌 MILKY WAY - what was the inspiration behind your oc? what was the first thing you decided about them?

rin is inspired by a lot! jfashion & anime like dorohedoro, soul eater, death note, d-gray man lol

i think my fav manga as a kid rly helped too (sugar sugar rune, cowa, chocomimi)

the first thing i ever decided is that he would be pink and he wouldn’t be human! early stages of rin, he had a franken-devil thing going on but then i was like “but vampaia….” rin at least has the stitch on his tail to serve as memory ♡

the grim reaper part didn’t come right away! making it an occupation rather than something he just is…i think is a little more of an interesting take imo!

hehe and just a lil blurb abt rin’s vampire keychain bc i think it’s adorable. it’s probably rins favorite cartoon character and he has a bunch of merch of him. i think if you chibi-fied rin, they’d be a cute sanrio-esque character too :p

☁️ CLOUD - a soft headcanon

gift giving is another love language that rin has. he’ll often find a way to leave little trinkets and presents for ppl they like in their dorm room or on their desk, or even beside them when they’re not looking. don’t make a big deal about it or anything!

after completing a job, they definitely do a bit of treasure hunting and shopping if they find something interesting.

“ooh, i think ___ would like this. i’ll take it back home with me~♡”

#aerinth #rin #nana oc #twst oc #oc ask #oc ask game

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uniquevocashark · 2 years

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Hey, i wanted to ask something about Igraine that I've been pondering a lot about my own ocs/oc ships: what is igraine's favorite thing about Lady D? What, in turn, is lady d's favorite thing about igraine? (i can imagine it's the unquestioning loyalty :P)

you mentioned possibly finally getting them together--i'd love to see these two absolute horrible human beings (? are they still considered human? We Just Don't Know) get together and be the Worst couple in the world. power couple all the way, but both absolute horrible people becoming horrible-er together

in any case, have a wonderful day!! i look forward to reading more of your little ficlets and drabbles!! i love hearing you ramble about your ocs, it's very fun to read!!

I wanted to give this ask a lot of thought and also I was going aewkjfnaoidcoai for most of the day over it!

Also my day was wonderful, thank you :)

So lets jump right into it,

Igraine’s favourite thing about lady d originally was the quality of her mutations; being raised as a Wesker does mean she was a eugenicist and even after getting her brain scrambled into something Miranda liked better, she still has some of those ideals rattling around in her brain. after they get to know each other better, it is absolutely Lady D’s iron will and ability to bend people to that will with a little flirtation and her sheer presence. There is just something so compelling about watching someone who is fascinating to you and intimidating to others move in her natural social environment, and Igraine adores getting to watch anything the lady does.

Alcina’s favourite thing about Igraine is, yes, the unquestioning loyalty! But I also think she admires Igraine’s amazing ability to use peoples hate of her against them. I’ve rambled about it before, but Igraine spends pretty much all of her time when she isn’t working stalking the other staff and weeding out the weak ones, or for the important staff, making them fight and strengthening their loyalty to the Dimitrescu. The way that Alcina manipulates people relies on her presence, her stature and getting them to like her even as she feeds them human flesh and drives them insane; that Igraine works with the opposite and isn’t even all that intimidating (to Alcina) is something she likes. She also appreciates the very very small streak of kindness that Igraine has and it’s the only thing she jealously guards about Igraine overtly

The sweet ambiguity of whether they’re both human or not is I think excellent. I consider Igraine a BOW but in world, im not sure if she would be? Cause if she was youd have to consider a bunch of other people also BOWs. Would you consider albert wesker a BOW? Alex wesker? Cherry?? Jake Muller (totally well known son of albert)??

Im going to ramble for the next bit and this post is really long so under the cut:

After getting this ask, I actually took the time to think about what would potentially end in them finally getting together and actually being able to stay together.

It would have to start with a long scene about what happens after Igraine gets taken away by Miranda. I ended A Good Servant pretty ambiguously but I have been operating off the assumption that Igraine does die in cadou experiments before the Louisiana event, and by the time the game comes around has been dead for a few years

(In the sequel fic im still thinking about, Igraine would show up in the megamycete consciousness while the staff dream themselves into it. She would also show up to Alcina.)

So for this, it would either have to be that she survives the experiments after something else catches Miranda’s attention (probably Castello, who would be trying guerrilla warfare to rescue their sibling) and she escapes, or that Miranda sends her away to a Connections lab to infiltrate for her where she is eventually picked up by Chris and Blue Umbrella after Miranda abandons her there. (castello would also be looking to get her out of Miranda’s claws, in either scenario)

A big barrier I think to a reunion would be Miranda, so them getting back together would have to happen after the game with Alcina either escaping or she’s incapacitated and taken by Blue Umbrella. And then the barrier to a reunion is Blue Umbrella and the whole Thing with the BSAA that’s going on there. In this, Igraine would have to be working for Blue Umbrella probably having sold old Umbrella secrets in return for being left alive and not going back into cryo sleep. and also from the experiments id probably stick in some Even Slower Cadou Aging, because these two awful people need a couple more years together before the Inevitable Angst returns.

I have this very vivid image in my head for this forbidden Get Together fic, where Igraine first sees Alcina again by chance as she’s working for Blue Umbrella. I imagine that Igraine sees her by passing by a window during a cell transfer for Alcina, and does that cliché thing where she puts her hand on the glass and just sort of looks down at her with a smile.

Im conflicted on where to go from there though, because of how manipulative Alcina is. I imagine theyd have promised her something to keep her in the lab, maybe her daughters revival or because they know the only locations she could possibly go and it would be a struggle for Igraine to get her out. But not impossible. My current ideas is that Igraine would either cause a mass release of BOW specimens after disabling the safety protocols, or she would pay off a pilot during a lab transfer of Alcina, probably having to bring in Alex, who would have a way better time of manoeuvring around since she isn’t under the watch of Blue Umbrella and Chris. And this is also assuming that I can get Igraine to be working for Blue Umbrella in a way that makes sense and gives her enough manoeuvrability to see Alcina in the first place. Although, I have very quietly characterised Igraine as a geneticist anyway, so she could be working as a bio engineer working to find cures to viruses for Blue Umbrella. Anyway.

Thank you so much for the ask! Im so glad you like my ficlets and drabbles

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