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Of Saints and Sinners - Chapter 7

Joel Miller x f!reader/f!oc

series masterlist

warnings | 18+ SMUT (yeehaw), angst, canon-typical violence

a/n | happy TLOU night, y'all :) at long last, Joel fucks, but not until after some serious angst

It’s been two weeks since she first came over to listen to records. Since Joel finally made a fool of himself for her. She spent the night with Joel, after that shared moment, just holding onto each other, talking. She’s spent the night every day since, listening to music, lazily kissing like teenagers. Joel’s learning how to talk to her, draw her out, without pressing too hard to the point she shuts down. He doesn’t ask about the childcare center, though he hears from Maria that she’s been visiting daily. He doesn’t ask anything about Steve or Alex, or her time in Seattle. She likes to talk about Ellie, whom she’s grown pretty fond of, and they can trade stories about the girl. He lets her ask a lot of questions about him and he does his best to be open, even telling her about Sarah. And if all else fails, Joel’s figured out that she can talk about music until she’s blue in the face. 

She’s been turning up around the same time every night, dusk settling in. She’s still strangely polite, knocking lightly on the door, even though Joel has started unlocking it right around sunset for her, told her to just come in. When he opens the door to her, she’s always got this worried look, a warbly smile and furrowed brows, like she’s questioning if she’s still welcome. It’s no different tonight. Joel easily pulls her in by her wrist, wrapping his arms around her and drawing her in tight. She’s quick to slip out of his hold though, and Joel can see that worried look is still on her face.

“Don’t even ask me,” Joel speaks first, before she can needle at him.

“You don’t even know what I was going to ask,” she huffs, stepping back and crossing her arms over her chest.

“You were gonna ask me if I’d talk to Tommy about getting you back on shifts. The answer is still no.” Steve’s been doggedly working to keep her off of patrol and Joel can see that she’s getting restless, the last two nights asking him if he’d talk to his brother about getting her back on the schedule. 

“I’ve been back for almost a month, I feel fine, all the bruising is practically gone, but everyone’s treating me like I’m fucking broken or something.” 

“You’re not broken. We’re trying to keep you safe.” She scoffs, “I don’t need to be looked after like a child. I can handle myself perfectly fine, I was handling myself perfectly fine. I just… slipped.” 

“So why risk slipping again? There’s plenty— “ Her eyes flash at Joel and she’s instantly up in his space again. “Do not tell me there’s plenty of work around town when you know that’s not what this is about.” He huffs, stepping back and dragging a heavy hand down his face.

“No, of course not. It’s about some sick pride you have in constantly putting yourself in danger. People love a martyr, right? And you’re more than happy to give them one. Pfft, you worried people are gonna stop calling you the saint? Is that what it is? Some sort of self-righteous bullshit?” She swallows hard, getting small, and Joel realizes too late he let his frustration push too far. He goes to reach for her, but she shuffles back, bumping into the banister at the foot of the stairs. She keeps her gaze on the floor as she speaks.

“I didn’t ask for that, any of it. I did what I’m good at, tolerating danger, pain, risk. That’s what I’m good at. I don’t give a fuck what sorta meaning people give it. That’s not my business. But don’t you ever suggest that what I do is done for pride because lord knows I haven’t got any.” Joel’s come to find that she doesn’t really cry, her voice gets a little shake to it and her eyes get watery, but that’s it, no tears fall. That’s the state he sees her in as she says this to him, harshly scrubbing at her nose afterwards.

Joel opens and closes his mouth a few times, drowning in what he wants to say. Before he can get anything out, she sighs, “Think I should probably just go home.” 

“Oh, right, because god forbid anyone push you even a little bit. You act so tough, but really if someone so much as looks at you the wrong way you wilt. What you said? About being good at tolerating pain? That’s bullshit. You ain’t as tough as you think you are, darlin. You’re just real good at running.” The frustration in Joel has snapped, and now it’s all just racing loose in him. He knows he’s going to regret what he just said, but right now, all he feels is relief in telling her how he sees it. She shoves at his chest, a hard push that makes him stumble back.

“Fuck you, Miller. Stay the fuck away from me.” She cuts towards the front door, Joel still too stunned by her seething anger to do anything but watch her slam it behind her.

Joel lets out a ragged exhale. What the hell just happened? He knows what he said came out all wrong, but he also knows there’s some truth to it. He was walking on eggshells around her, worried he’d bring up the wrong thing and she’d spook. It seems like it finally happened, he pushed too hard and she bolted. He had been open with her, was it so wrong to expect the same thing in return? 

Joel doesn’t sleep that night. When Ellie comes home later, she finds him, sitting on the stairs with his head in his hands.

“You messed up, didn’t you?” She’s smirking at him. “Is it that obvious?” 

“You’re looking pretty pathetic, old man. That and I saw her shooting darts with Steve at the bar. She only does that when she’s really pissed.” He huffs at that, standing up with a groan.

“Got any advice, genius?” Ellie shrugs, “not really, just don’t let her stay mad at you too long. If she doesn’t like you anymore she might stop spending time with me.” She’s already shuffling off to the garage as Joel mutters “gee, thanks.” 

…

Things go back to how they were before, and Joel is embarrassed to admit how agonizing it’s been. He only got close to her for a blink of time, but it was enough that her absence feels like a physical wound. He goes out on patrol, and goes straight home most days. She left her albums at his house, and he listens to them all night, even though he doesn’t like either of them at all. He can picture her listening to them, that content look she’d settle into, and sometimes it’s enough peace to send him to sleep.

Ellie tells him that she’s back on patrol shifts with Alex. No raids anymore though. He supposes that’s her idea of compromise.

Finally, after two weeks of what Ellie has been referring to as his “recluse routine,” Joel is coaxed out to the bar by his brother. There’s a small group formed around Roger, that young man Joel had started taking shifts with previously. The town was in a bit of a stir, heard that Roger had handled a proper hoard of clickers that morning up at the dam. Watching Roger, Joel thought to himself that the kid was acting a little too big for his breeches, regaling his audience with his over-dramatized kills. He also saw her, throwing darts in the back with Steve. Joel did his best not to look at her too long. Johnny Cash was playing tonight.

I keep a close watch on this heart of mine

I keep my eyes wide open all the time

I keep the ends out for the tie that bands

Because you’re mine, I walk the line…

Joel’s only partly engaged in the conversation he’s having with Tommy, keeping an ear to Roger’s musings.

“You know, I think we’re all capable of killing, really, when it comes down to it. It just gets drawn out of us by different things. I think for most it’s purely a matter of survival. When it comes down to life or death, I think we’d all kill.” Joel watches her and Steve pass off the darts to another pair, sitting down at a table in the back. Both seem keenly interested in what Roger’s spouting off, sipping idly from their glasses.

I find it very, very easy to be true

I find myself alone when each day’s through

Yes, I’ll admit that I’m a fool for you

Because you’re mine, I walk the line…

“Now, don’t get me wrong, there are other folks that it doesn’t take much to get them to kill. Loose cannons.” She’s getting up to leave, squeezing Steve’s shoulder before starting to push through the crowd. 

As sure as night is dark and day is light

I keep you on my mind both day and night

And happiness I've known proves that it's right

Because you're mine, I walk the line…

“Take the saint, for example. Now, if you ask me, that one’s got a dark streak in her. I don’t care how holy you folks think she is. I’m telling you, that girl’s got a few screws loose.” Joel’s already on his feet, ready to shut Roger up himself, but she beats him to it, spinning on her heel where she stands and walking back to his table. Everyone parts for her and she hoists him up by the collar, punching him square in the jaw. Roger falls to the ground and she’s on him in a flash, jostling him by his shirt.

“You better watch who you talk about Roger, those loose cannons are prone to friendly fire.” She stands abruptly, briefly catching Joel’s gaze before shoving out of the bar.

Joel looks to Steve, “you gonna go check on that?” The young man shrugs, taking a swig of his drink, “don’t see the problem, she handled it. No use talking to her when she’s mad.”

Joel huffs, shouldering his way out of the crowd and into the cooling night. He finds her out back of the bar, leaning against the wall, head tipped back with her chin jutted at the sky.

She glances at him as he nears, sighing.

“Busted my fucking hand on that asshole’s face.” Joel snorts at this, “He had it coming, way he was running his mouth.” She scoffs, “gonna be the talk of the town tomorrow.”

Joel presses his back against the wall next to her, their shoulders brushing. He grasps her wrist, pulling her hand up to study the damage across her knuckles.

“Why don’t you come with me, get this cleaned up?” She nods mutely and lets Joel lead her back to his house. 

They’re in his bathroom. Joel has her sit on the edge of the sink as he stands between her legs, daubing a washcloth at her bloodied knuckles. She’s keeping her focus on her hand, not glancing up at him.

“How have you been?” He pauses, lets out a humorless chuckle, “you’re asking how I’ve been?” She just shrugs, “haven’t seen you around.”

“I thought that’s what you wanted,” Joel murmurs, getting ready to wrap some gauze around her knuckles. She sighs, bringing her hand over his.

“I need to apologize, Joel. For how I reacted that night.” He stops his ministrations, flipping his palm to let their hands entwine. “I’m sorry too. Shouldn’t have said all that, let my frustration get to me.” She shakes her head, looking up at him.

“No. What you said. It hurt. But it had some truth. I am good at running. I’m always running. From everything, everyone.” She lets out a shaky exhale, “but I don’t wanna run anymore, not from you, if you’ll still have me.” Joel feels his shoulders slacken, not even realizing the tension that had been simmering in them. He swallows thickly.

“Don’t even gotta ask. Even if you did have a few screws loose like Roger said, I’d still have you, darlin.” She laughs wetly at that, and Joel didn’t realize how badly he wanted to hear that sound again. 

They fall into a simpering silence as he finishes wrapping her hand. When he’s finished, he rests both his palms over the tops of her thighs, giving a light squeeze before stepping back to let her hop down from the sink. She brings her hand to the side of his neck, thumb brushing the curve of his jaw as she draws him down to a fluttering kiss. She whispers a thank you before taking his hand, drawing him out into his bedroom. Joel feels like he’s in a hazy dream as she gently presses him to sit on the end of his bed, standing in front of him.

Joel’s breath hitches as he watches her start to work at the buttons of her shirt. She keeps her gaze fixed to his, and he doesn’t dare look away, only catching glimpses of skin in the periphery as she reaches the last few buttons. And she finally slips the shirt down her shoulders, letting it fall around her feet, and Joel’s heart is hammering so hard he thinks she can hear it. She’s smiling and Joel can see the nerves jumping in the corners of her eyes, her lips, as she reaches behind her to unclasp her bra, letting the straps slide down her arms until the fabric falls to the floor as well. Suddenly, Joel is painfully aware of the fact that it’s been a long time since he’s seen a naked woman. His hands are shaking where they’re balled in the bedsheets, and he has to remember how to breathe for a second. 

She steps forward, gently grabbing his wrists to pull him up with her. She guides his palms to splay across her stomach, fingers curling around her waist. He can feel the push and pull of her breath, the way it’s catching on each inhale. Slowly, he lets his hands wander, mapping the curve of her sides, grazing over her ribs, flickering over the birds tattooed below her collarbone. He drags his fingertips across her shoulders, down her arms until he tentatively circles behind her. He takes in the expanse of her back and can feel how she tenses under his gaze. The scars that he remembers glimpsing are there, both heartbreaking and breathtaking in the endurance they suggest. Joel drops his head, letting his lips drag across the tops of her shoulder blades, the hilt of her neck, from one shoulder across to the other, murmuring the word “beautiful” like a prayer into her skin. She draws in a ragged breath before turning in his hold, pulling him in by his neck until they meet in a hot tangle of tongues and teeth. The way she licks into his mouth draws a low groan from Joel’s throat, wrapping his arms around her to pull her in deeper. She draws away for a moment, fumbling with the hem of his shirt before he’s quick enough to yank it over his head by the collar. When they pull back together they’re pressed skin to skin in a way Joel thinks he could become addicted to. He walks her back until they both stumble onto the sheets, huffing with the awkward shifting and tangling of limbs before they’re meeting each other again, dragging desperate kisses. 

She lets her nails graze down his torso before settling on his belt. Joel pulls back when he hears the metal clinking as she undoes it. Her eyes are blown wide as she looks him over.

“Is this ok?” Joel can barely get an answer out, just grunting an “mm-hmm” and then she’s smiling as she pops the button of his jeans, moving her hand through the thatch of curls there before taking him in the softness of her palm. He lets out a broken moan, head falling into the crook of her neck where he starts to leave bruising kisses that make her gasp his name. She’s stroking him as best she can in the confines of his boxers and he’s letting the most pathetic whimpers ride from the back of his throat. He grasps her wrist, drawing her hand to rest by the side of her head. 

“Too much?” He breathes a laugh, “just don’t want it to be over too soon.” She smiles, craning her neck to peck the corner of his mouth. He presses back so he’s kneeling between her legs, drawing his palms down the sides of her torso until settling at the waist of her pants. He looks to her and she nods, pressing the back of her hand to her mouth, hiding the quirk of her lips. His hands are shaking again as he unzips her pants, whispering a hoarse “hips up, darlin” as he slides them down her legs, shuffling back so he can get them all the way off. Joel’s mouth goes slack. She’s left before him, bare, save for a pair of plain cotton underwear. He leans back in before he can think too hard about this being the prettiest sight he’s ever seen, resting his elbow beside her head before meeting her for another drawn kiss. He lets his other hand wander down the center of her chest, fingertips grazing over her peaked nipple before sliding further down the dip and swell of her stomach, finally slipping under the band of her underwear. He swipes through her folds, drawing the wetness pooling there to slide over her clit, and she preens, stretching out her neck and pressing her head back into the sheets. Joel rests his chin on her sternum, watching how her brow furrows, the little whines he can draw out of her with how he moves his fingers through her. 

“So wet, baby. It’s all for me?” She gasps as he slips one finger into her curling it just so. “Yes, Joel. It’s all you. All for you.” He grins big at that, pressing another finger into her, knees feeling a little weak at the stretch, the tightness. He lets his mouth smear across her chest, head dipping to take one of her nipples into his mouth, grazing her with his teeth. The noise that draws from her, from the back of her throat, makes his cock pulse.

He can feel her getting tighter around his fingers as he brings his thumb to swipe over her clit. “I want you to come for me, baby. Can you do that? Come undone for me?” She nods hard, gasping as he continues to thrust into her, eyes scrunched shut.

“Yes I wanna come for you– please don’t stop– p-please don’t stop,” her one arm has come to wrap around Joel’s back, nails digging into muscle. 

“Open your eyes for me, baby. Wanna see you when you come. Let me see you, darlin,” her eyes blow wide, staring up at Joel as he dips down to kiss her. And then she’s pulling away, letting out a broken cry and Joel can feel how she flutters around his fingers. He works her through her high, pulling away only when she starts to squirm. Her eyes are bleary, chest heaving as she cards her fingers through his hair. He leaves kisses along her jaw, her cheeks, before settling for a firm peck at her lips. She smiles up at him.

“I wanna feel you. I want you.” His head spins at her words. He leaves one more kiss on her lips before slowly standing, shedding his jeans and boxers in one sweep, finally aware of just how painfully hard he is. She shimmies her underwear off her legs before sitting back on her elbows, feet planted on the mattress with her knees bent wide as she watches him stroke himself a few times. The image is obscene. The image is divine. He kneels back between her legs, drawing her ankles to wrap loosely at his low back while he hovers over her. Her hands fall at his shoulders, one reaching up into the back of his hair, scratching lightly. He slides his cock through her wetness, both of them breathing ragged, trembling. He slowly starts to press into her and she gasps, a broken whimper in her throat. Joel stills.

“Did I hurt you?” She shakes her head, looking up at him with watery eyes, “just need it slow. Been a long time.” He nods, pecking her temple before tentatively starting to press further in, drawing gasps out of her with each experimental thrust. How he hasn’t come already is beyond him, the way she’s throbbing around him. Their hips finally meet and she lets out a sharp sigh, pulling him down to wrap her arms fully around him.

“Need a minute like this.” He nods into her neck, leaving light kisses across her collarbone. Her grip on his neck slowly loosens and he presses up to gaze at her. She nods, letting him know he can move. Joel groans as he pulls out, letting his hips roll back into hers, keeping his pace slow and drawn out. She’s a vision beneath him, flushed and preening, little pants of his name as he finds a steady rhythm to push and pull them to. 

He reckons that nothing has ever felt like this before, so terrifyingly right. He dips back down, keeping her close, chests brushing with each thrust, limbs tangled and slick with sweat, lips swallowing each other's sighs.

Pleasure is pulling taut at the base of his spine, his pace starting to falter. “‘M sorry, baby, gettin close. Need you to come for me. Need to feel you, darlin.” His voice is thick, whatever’s left of his Texan accent rolling deeply now, making his words feel like molasses in his mouth. She grips the hair at the nape of his neck, drawing a low groan from him as she nods desperately, “gonna come for you, Joel. Please– make me come.” He brings his hand back to her clit, a firm and fierce pressure that makes her clench around him. His eyes roll back at the sensation, and he can vaguely hear himself muttering please, please, please into her sternum, feeling himself teetering at the edge of release. She gasps his name when she comes undone and it takes all his strength for him to pull out, stroking himself a few times before he’s releasing over the soft planes of her stomach. They’re both breathing hard as they come down, Joel shifts to the side, laying down beside her. 

“Get you cleaned up in a minute. Just– need to not move– for a little while.” She laughs at that, throwing a forearm over her eyes before glancing over at Joel. He feels like he’s died and come back, white noise behind his eyes, heart still racing.

He finally starts to calm down, turning his head to look at her, being met with her very smug appraisal of him. “Thought you might be done for, Miller.” He scoffs, rolling over to stand up and walk around to her side of the bed, pulling her up by her hands. “Can you blame me?” She blushes at that and he dips his head to give her a brief kiss before leading her back into the bathroom.

They shower together, both touching the other like they might break. She still flinches when his hands pass over her scars, but she’s also starting to soften. Joel has never felt anything as gentle as when she washes his hair for him, letting her guide his head back into the stream of water. All clean, he gives her one of his t-shirts and a pair of his boxers to sleep in. They slip into the sheets and she rests her head on his bare chest, right above his heart. He reckons it’s all hers anyways. He lets his fingers idly brush along her arm. She clears her throat.

“I-I’m gonna try– to let you in. And I’m probably gonna do a shit job at it. But I’m gonna try.” Joel pauses, holding his breath, before he dips slightly to press a kiss into her hair. Words fail him, so he settles for holding her a little tighter and bringing his hand down to entangle with hers giving a firm squeeze that she reciprocates. 

Both of them sleep soundly, wrapped up in each other. A silent understanding settles between them in the still of the night.

#joel miller angst #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller #joel miller x you #joel miller x reader #joel miller smut #tlou fanfiction #the last of us #tlou

[decafdoodlez]

What’s the current art project you’re working on? I’m just curious and your art’s beautiful you don’t have to share unless you want to, remember to eat a snack and stay hydrated 🥹

Hi there, sweet anon! 🫶✨ (thank you btw, I hope you are treating yourself well today!)

Currently, I’m actually away from home visiting my family for their spring break, so I haven’t actually been really been working on anything this week outside of my freelance work (which is the boring stuff anyway, haha). 😭

But I did draw this for my friend the other day! It’s our TPoF OCs, Marina and Felix, haha. It’s a continuation of a Valentine’s Day post I did last month with Fox and another moot’s OC. :)

He drew my header image the other day when I was feeling a bit sad, so I kind wanted to return the favor, haha. ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

But if you’re wondering about anything upcoming for unserious projects, I’ll throw some things out there about what I want to draw:

TPoF OC Marina and Fox full render drawing (thinking a nice beautiful skin-to-skin embrace, we’ll see)

Some Ren/Fox shitpost drawings (like them in a buc-ee’s tshirt or holding a what-a-burger cup, idk, hahaha)

Ren animated lip sync video (there’s a certain audio with a certain Genshin character that’ll work VERY well with him, hehe)

Ren/Fox animatic (something a bit angsty)

TPoF OC x Canon multi panel comics

Strade x Rika (YKMET OC) drawings

Rory drawings (just to get into a rhythm with him)

NSFW drawings of Rory bc I need him in ways that are unholy.

General NSFW drawings with my TPoF OC Marina and Fox bc I love them.

For my more serious stuff:

Ref sheet for Rory (OC from the unnamed VN I want to develop)

Concepts and backstory/profile for Penn and Izzy (OCs from the unnamed VN I want to develop)

Ref sheet for Rika (BTD/YKMET OC)

Scripting for the VN

Make a commission sheet

Work on making plushies (I’ve started drafting out a Fox plushie, but I’m going through a few iterations before I settle on a design.)

I’ll probably get more into a rhythm with my art when I’m home next week! I’ve kind of been a little busy this week with work and visiting family. :)

But yeah, so far that’s what I’ve got! I’m always open for suggestions though! I would love to hear what people would want to see! 🤍✨

#decaf answers #decaf rambles #tpof oc #tpof fox #tpof #oc #oc x canon #visual novel #upcoming #my art #btd #ykmet

[bittlestofbats]

♥︎ SIMPTOBER ♥︎

Are you a simp for a character or multiple like I am? Then indulge in your oc x canon or canon x canon, or even oc x oc during the entire of October with this fun little prompt list! You can draw or write for these prompts if you are up for it! Feel free to tag me in finished prompts or link them to me. I would love to see what you come up with! 

Please read through the description for each prompt cause I explain it out as well as give alternatives as some prompts will not fit all characters. Feel free to switch out or change parts of this prompt list if you can’t get the idea to work at all.

Enjoy simping over your lovely F/Os and or S/Os this month! All of these can be edited to fit polyamorous relationships as well! Use the tag #simptober2022 if you want as well! This will start in October!

Feel free to start ahead of time for stuff as some of these prompts could take a while, make sure to post them on the right days though if you do start extra early.

PROMPT INFORMATION BELOW THE LINE:

♥︎ Day 1: First Date

It’s love at first sight I’m sure, or perhaps you two have been in contact for a little while? It’s time for that first date though and you both are excited, or maybe nervous? Where did you go? Out to a fancy dinner, or maybe just chill at home playing games? How about you show us your first date together?

♥︎ Day 2: Stolen Kiss

You or your S/O is a sneaky one and suddenly snuck a kiss out of the blue. You or your loved one were not expecting the smooch but loved it nevertheless. Show us either reaction to the abrupt kiss and how it surprised you or your partner! 

♥︎ Day 3: Photo Booth

Photo booths are commonly found around malls and other fun-filled locations, which makes the perfect opportunity for you and your S/O to get some goofy photos to remember your recent date. What did you and your S/O do in the photos, maybe kissed, or made goofy faces? Regardless, you and your S/O are made for each other and these pictures show it.

♥︎ Day 4: Support

Support is something needed in relationships and you both got plenty to give each other. Did your partner start a new hobby? Maybe you got a new job? Proud of your identity? Show us the lovely support you both would give each other!

♥︎ Day 5: Holding Hands ( Alt: A Loving Hug )

Hand holding is a common sign of affection and just look at you two you just don’t want to let go of each other, how cute! This prompt can be pretty much anything just have you and your S/O holding hands in some way! Alternately maybe handholding isn’t for you two, how about a loving hug instead? Keep being wholesome I love it for you two! 

♥︎ Day 6: Home Videos

Oh boy, one of you got a new video camera and now you want to make those silly or lovely home videos to remember forever or try to forget when someone runs across them. Whatever the case may be show us you and your S/O in the process of making one of those home videos. Maybe you’re mimicking a movie or trying to audition for America's Funniest Home Videos.

♥︎ Day 7: Movie Night

Whatcha watching? A romance, thriller, comedy? Whatever it is you and your S/O seem to be enjoying it together! Movie night is always a fun treat to immerse yourselves into your favorite film, or maybe it's something new. How about you show us how you and your S/O enjoy movies together? Is it at home or watching it on the big screen at a theater?

♥︎ Day 8: Ice Skating

What mixes well with sweater weather? Ice skating! Are you or your S/O experienced enough for it or are you both just going to end up embarrassed? Show us your skills, or lack of, at ice skating. Perhaps your loved one is super experienced and is trying to help you learn!

♥︎ Day 9: Outfit Swap ( Alt: Personality Swap )

Have you ever wanted to know how you both would look in each other's clothing, then look no further now you can swap clothing and it fit your size perfectly! Alternatively, if you and your S/O don’t wear clothes, try switching personalities for the fun of it. Or do both if you are feeling swappy today!

♥︎ Day 10: Prank ( Alt: Partner in Crime )

Everyone has a little bit of mischievous nature in us, or perhaps you just want to do something a bit fun as a joke. Either way, have you or your S/O pulling a wholesome prank on the other, or maybe you joined teams to prank friends? Alternatively, if your S/O is a villain, maybe you’re their partner in crime. How about you two go cause chaos together, affectionately!

♥︎ Day 11: Board Games ( Alt: Video Games )

It’s time to chill back at home and play some games with your partner. Maybe snakes and ladders? Bingo? Scrabble? Monopoly? Oh, wait no that last one is too intense. Alternatively, maybe you’re in the time period video games exist and you two are playing Mario Kart or Bloodborne. Have fun deciding on a game!

♥︎ Day 12: Chores

This can either be fun for you and your S/O or it’s so boring you’re wishing the clothing would fold itself. Maybe your S/O is standing behind you holding the broom with you as you sweep the floors, or you both are chaotic and tossing clothes into the washing machine like you’re playing basketball on a sports team. Doing chores together can make them feel more fun than doing them alone!

♥︎ Day 13: Breakfast

You wake up and smell a delicious aroma filling your senses. You follow the smell to find your S/O fixed breakfast, and it’s your favorite meal. Alternately you woke up early and fixed a surprise breakfast for your loved one. Can you two even cook or is this a wholesome disaster?

♥︎ Day 14: Theme Park Ride

“ It’s a small world after all. . . “ That ride gets old fast doesn’t it, maybe not to you and your S/O! What about a swan boat ride? Or maybe the tunnel of love. Just look at you two sitting together, wholesome! Maybe you both want something more thrilling like a roller coaster ride, your call!

♥︎ Day 15: Flower Fields

Spring brings new life and causes nature to bloom brightly. You and your S/O have decided to use this opportunity to lay peacefully in a flower field and watch the clouds. What did you guys see? Maybe a cloud shaped like a dog, or a hat, or more fitting, a big ol' heart. If you don’t like cloud watching, how about playing around in the lovely, colorful, flowers?

♥︎ Day 16: Meeting Family ( Alt: Meeting Friends )

One of the hardest things in a relationship sometimes is wondering if your partner's family will approve of you, you can never tell. How about you introduce your S/O to your family or vice versa? Are they just as chaotic as you or are they overly joyed to have you a part of the family? Try to get along if you can! Alternatively, maybe you don’t like or want to be involved with your or their family, so show your S/O off to your friends!

♥︎ Day 17: What a Suprise

You enter your house and everything seems so quiet, before you know it your heart is racing because your S/O has jumped out and startled you. Maybe it was due to a surprise party, or anniversary, or even you doing the surprising. It doesn't even have to be a shocking or stunning jumpscare, just show us how you or your S/O react to a happy or positive surprise from each other.

♥︎ Day 18: Watching the Sunset

The day is ending and you both decide to go outside and relax, watching the sunset before your eyes. The sky is so beautiful, isn’t it? This is so romantic it might just bring on a kiss under the colorful sky above you! Alternatively, if you live somewhere that doesn’t have a sun like an alien planet or underwater, how about you two just sit outside your home and talk about the future and wholesome memories?

♥︎ Day 19: Under the Weather

Uhoh! You or your S/O aren’t feeling too well and just want to stay in bed. That’s ok, your loved one is by your side to bring you comfort, and perhaps you’ll get some warm soup! Neither one of you have to be sick or anything, maybe you’re just sad or in a tired mood and need comforting.

♥︎ Day 20: Getting Married ( Alt: Special Event )

You and your S/O are getting married? Well isn't that just beautiful!! Show us a scene from the wedding, or maybe before the wedding begins. Did you or your S/O do something silly during or after? Alternatively, if the marriage life is something too uncomfortable for you or your S/O, show us an important event from their time together, a sign of lifelong commitment!

♥︎ Day 21: Hiking Trip ( Alt: Walk in the Park )

Put on those walking shoes we are going for a trip in the woods or mountains! Are you fond of hiking, or was you or your S/O dragged into it by the other? Alternatively maybe one of you convinced the other a walk in the park is much easier and more relaxing.

♥︎ Day 22: Picnic

The sun is shining brightly and right under a giant oak you and your S/O have laid out one of those giant red and white checkered blankets ready to open your picnic basket and have a lovely afternoon eating outside with each other.

♥︎ Day 23: Beach Vibes

The summer heat is a treat to go swimming down at the beach with your significant other! Get your bathing suits on and grab your pool floats, it's time to go hop into that cool salt water with your lover by your side. Bonus points if it's a group party or the family having wholesome summer fun together. Maybe you and your S/O are scared of the ocean, then make sure to have fun in the sand!

♥︎ Day 24: Bed Cuddles

What's better than laying in a comfortable bed cuddling and sleeping with your S/O? Who's the little spoon? Or are you both chaotic sleepers? This prompt is a little treat for all those who love cute cuddling and sleeping scenes!

♥︎ Day 25: Art and Crafts

Time for some creative time with your S/O! Doesn’t matter if you two struggle with making stuff, do it anyway and let your creativity shine! Maybe you're doing scrapbooking or something more extreme like a miniature volcano like you created back in school. Go wild and don’t forget the glitter glue!

♥︎ Day 26: First Child / Pet / Plant ( Alt: Responsibility)

You and your S/O have decided on its time for the commitment of taking care of something, or perhaps it was a sudden surprise. Nevertheless, now you're both pouring your soul into raising that new extra person, pet, or plant in your life. Alternatively, you can take responsibility for someone else's child/pet/plant for a day or two if you don’t want children/pets/plants of your own.

♥︎ Day 27: Dancing

Dancing can have so many themes. Romantic, chaotic, the little groove that just proves the fact you can’t dance. All is perfect, and you get to choose a dance to do with your S/O! You can either take this prompt seriously with the tango or do something goofy like the robot dance. Just have fun with it and just dance!

♥︎ Day 28: Shopping Time Time to go shopping and stock up on food for the family! You and your S/O, maybe your offspring as well, are having a fun time trying to decide what to get. Maybe you or your S/O tried to sneak a box of cereal into the buggy before getting caught by the other. Maybe the kids, if you have any, keep begging for everything in the sweets aisle. 

♥︎ Day 29: Family Photo

There is nothing more chaotic than having to get the family together for one of those themed family photos for a holiday, and you’re in that position! Siblings, parents, parents-in-law, you name it, bring them in! Or perhaps you just want a photo between you and your partner and possible offspring, that’s fine too!

♥︎ Day 30: Wholesome Hours

This is a free for all as long as it’s some sort of wholesome scene involving you and your S/O. Maybe your S/O is pretending to be a dragon or knight to play a game with your offspring. Perhaps you and your S/O are sharing a large strawberry milkshake. Have fun with this one it’s all your decision!

♥︎ Day 31: Halloween 

It’s time to be spooky! It's fall and we all know what's in fall, October and Halloween! For this prompt, you and your S/O are prepared for Halloween by dressing up in your favorite costumes and carving pumpkins to sit outside your doorstep! Maybe you are out trick or treating with the family in those costumes instead. Don't celebrate Halloween? Put something here you do celebrate instead!

#some of these are prompts that just dive into family life with the character you simp for. #simptober is just simplified name for " Oc x Canon prompts that is story based #s/o #fictional s/o #self ship #fictional other #simptober 2022 #ship #oc x canon #prompt list #family time #wholesome prompts #october 2022 #f/o #f/o prompts #s/o prompts

[momojedi]

— EVERYTHING YOU NEED TO KNOW ABOUT MY STAR WARS FANCOMIC "WATER GUNS"

I would've liked to see some more about the padawans, their life and the critical morality behind their affiliation in the war. So I decided to take matters into my own hands and make a comic about it !

all main characters (with the canon cast being an exception) are based on actual people. That means there likely will not be any romance between the characters, whether were talking OC x canon or OC x OC, simply because I don't feel comfortable romanticising these characters as they were originally created to supersede my friends' real appearance in the Star Wars universe

the stories will be told in arcs. I like the concept of clone wars where missions and tales are told through arcs so it'll be easier to read the comic, even if you haven't read from the complete beginning. that way, if there's a character you're not very interested in, you can simply skip it! the arcs' chapters/pages will come out episodic

this is my first comic in ages. I'm really rusty in drawing those, so the quality may lack a little in the beginning/the production might take me up some time!

I try to stick with the canon as much as I can. I like imagining my characters in the Star Wars story as it is and will treat them like actual canon characters in the comic, so aside from some headcanons/details sprinkled throughout the writing, everything will stay the same.

the story is fully set during the Clone Wars. The Galactic Republic is my favourite era in Star Wars - swiftly followed by the Empire - so the story will fully revolve around that time. I might add some story during the Empire later on but that's going to be it for now.

you'll get some clone shenanigans, these men deserve to be more in the spotlight considering these are the Clone Wars.

I might make a side blog specifically for this comic if you guys enjoy it !

I don't own Star Wars yada yada you know the deal.

I can't give you any details on when the first arc is going to come out as I'm still figuring the characters and plot out (currently sketching the first pages) - though I will post the characters in the mean time, to keep you updated! I'm trying to get the first arc out by December.

So far, these are my comic’s original characters who are padawans of / affiliated with canon characters :

JEDI

Kimea Orneem -> Padawan of Obi-Wan Kenobi

Mo Mynx -> Padawan of Shaak Ti

Nurifi Egaseer -> Padawan of Plo Koon

Cime Dafollah -> (former) Padawan of Tiplar (judgementally looking at Tup); supports Yoda with the Younglings

REPUBLIC

Senator Matide Zoni -> friendly with Senator Riyo Chuchi

CLONES

Proxx | CT-4922 -> 212th Medic

Burner | CT-6682 -> 452nd Commander

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[bihansthot]

Oh look! More late night writing! I didn’t get around to drawing ship stuff but I did find a poly one so I will work on that tomorrow but in the meantime have some Tomas x Hallvard head canons! I know no one really cares about my OC but I did promise y’all I would write these anyway so I did! Questions are from ask games, please feel free to ask me any you might have about well anything MK! Especially anything Lin Kuei! It’s my favorite thing to write about well them and Syzoth 🥺

Describe their first date.

Hallvard and Tomas’ first date was a very simple lunch date. It really wasn’t much of a first date as they didn’t go anywhere and do anything but they did sneak off away from Bi-Han and Kuai Liang to have lunch alone. Hallvard was the one who asked Tomas out after confiding in his closest ally, Bi-Han, and asking his advice on what to do. Bi-Han had suggested lunch together as they were all still quite young and not yet allowed in the village at the base of the temple. At first Tomas had no idea why Hallvard wanted to have lunch alone with him but after the younger boy confesses his feelings Tomas pieces things together. He doesn’t return Hallvard’s feelings right away though, Tomas doesn’t know how he feels about men, women or anyone for that matter but he was flattered his friend was so interested. He continues to have lunch with Hallvard and he too goes to Bi-Han for help sorting out his feelings, it’s rough being the oldest and most experienced of the bunch; and gradually realizes while he likes men and women but he also likes Hallvard as more than a friend.

How often do they say “I love you”?

Hallvard is more lovey dovey and more affectionate in general than Tomas is and he often tells Tomas he loves him. For Tomas it’s usually reserved for leaving on a dangerous mission and coming home from one. It’s not that Tomas doesn’t love Hallvard he’s just not as talkative as Hallvard is, Hallvard is quite boisterous and an open book so there’s no hiding anything for him. Hallvard is totally a Golden Retriever boyfriend and showers Tomas in words of affection and attention to the point it gets embarrassing for Tomas. Especially when Bi-Han parrots Hallvard in order to tease Tomas, Bi-Han might be a good older brother and might be supportive of their relationship but that doesn’t mean he’s not going to tease both of them mercilessly.

How do they keep in contact when they’re apart? Do they write letters, talk on the phone, or simply wait out the time?

Technology is not huge for the Lin Kuei in this timeline (or at least it doesn’t appear to be) so they communicate by carrier pigeons and other birds. Hallvard often sends frivolous birds with sweet little messages like “miss you”, “love you”, “thinking of you” while Tomas sends practical messages like “here are my coordinates”, “target sighted” and “target terminated”. Every so often though on long missions Tomas will give into Hallvard’s affectionate messages and send him similar ones in return. Tomas definitely does better with separation than Hallvard does.

How do they care for each other when one of them is wounded/sick?

Being professional thieves and assassins both men spend a lot of time injured and both have a very good knowledge of how to treat said injuries. Due to the nature of his powers being based largely on self inflicted wounds and being injured in general Hallvard is almost always in most need of care. Tomas has spent many a night not so happily stitching his boyfriend back up, he understands that Hallvard has to be injured to tap into his power but that doesn’t mean Tomas has to like it. He’s very tender and soft during these moments and is very meticulous when tending to Hallvard. Likewise Hallvard is just as attentive treating Tomas’ injuries but luckily Tomas doesn’t get injured very often. When Tomas got his nasty scar over his eye however he was so scared and terrified trying to treat it. He was so worried that his eye was permanently damaged and there was so much blood. Hallvard might have struggled pretty hard to hold back his panicked tears as he cleaned and dressed it and may have cries in the bathroom afterwards. He can be quite emotional for a big scary assassin.

Is their relationship a secret? If so, why?

Yes. Bi-Han and Kuai Liang know about their relationship but the rest of the Lin Kuei have no clue. People definitely have their suspicions but no one is stupid enough to start anything with the Grandmaster’s younger brother. Their relationship is primarily a secret because while homosexuality isn’t forbidden in the Lin Kuei it’s also not the normal. Tomas is also a relatively private person and would rather not announce to the world he and Hallvard are together, the people who are important to him know and that’s good enough for him. Hallvard on the other hand finds it hard not to let things slip and has almost called Tomas pet names in public hundreds of times. When he does screw up he plays it off and being a “foreign thing” he’s usually reasonably convincing but he has definitely gotten strange looks.

#mortal kombat #mk smoke #tomas vrbada #mk headcanons #hallvard breivik #tomas x hallvard #mk ocs #mk oc reaver #smoke x reaver #head canons #gay character #bi characters

[allayessu]

Welcome to my Tumblr!!

🌸 Hello! I'm Alla! I go by she/her and from Malaysia

🌸 I'm an artist from Instagram who came here to get away from the shitty algorithm, I hope Tumblr treats me well 🥲👍🏻

🌸 The fandoms I'm in are Assassination Classroom, Kaitou Joker, Vocaloid, Project Sekai and Genshin Impact. Although I haven't played since last year but I reinstalled recently and am trying to catch up on everything! (AR 35 ass sob sob) (Pls add me as your friend)

🌸 Here, I'll be reposting some of my art from Instagram and I'll be writing some little character headcanons along with info on my ocs. Perhaps maybe I'll also write oneshots and scenes from my oc lore??

🌸 What I draw:

- Ocs

- Fanart

- Oc x Canon

- My animation college assignments lmao

Dos ✅

- Repost my blogs

- Share character headcanons with me!

- Headcanoning my ocs

- Constructive criticism for my art

- Reference/ take inspiration from my art

Don'ts❌

- Trace/steal my art

- Give straight up hate

- Any sexual headcanons, especially minor characters

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[bloodyknucklesforme]

Don't Blame Me | John 'Soap' MacTavish x F!OC

Chapter 22: Don't Blame Me

Ao3 | Masterpost

It's Nina's birthday

AN: This is the last chapter (minus the angsty alt ending). thank you to everyone who's read along and supported this fic. It really means a lot.

General Tags: Fake Marriage, Eventual Romance, Fluff, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Slow Build, Canon-Typical Violence

Words: 1.9k

“I have no idea what to get her,” John said, hanging the lingerie set back up on the rack. This was the third store. Nina’s birthday was tomorrow. Price was hosting. Dinner and cake. He’d only found out a couple of days earlier when price told him to clear his schedule. He couldn’t deny he was a little hurt that she didn’t tell him it was so close. She talked quite a bit but revealed less information than Ghost did. He was quickly realizing he didn’t really know what she liked to do. She liked hunting but it wasn’t like he could buy her a gun.

“She likes to read,” said Gaz, who had turned his back to him (‘I don’t want to watch you buy underwear for your girlfriend”).

“I’ve bought her a lot of books though,” John sighed as they continued to a different part of the store.

“That’s the thing about people who read, they like having a lot of books.” Gaz dragged his hand along the shelf, not looking at anything in particular.

“What did Price get her?”

“How would I know?” Gaz asked. He knew where John was going with his questions.

“Could you ask him? I just don’t want to get her the same thing,” He defended.

“Yeah obviously. You don’t want to get the same gift as Price and that’s why we’re on the third store, bouta be on the fourth and honestly, we’ll probably hit seven before the day is over.” Gaz put his hand on John’s shoulder and led him out of the store. “You’re thinking too much into it. It doesn’t have to be perfect. You said she’s stuck at Price’s all day, get her something she can do. A Cookbook, some craft or game. You draw, get her a sketchbook or something. You two are obsessed with each other. She’ll love whatever you get her.”

“It’s her first birthday party in fifteen years. It has to be special.” He stood in the last remnants of winter snow and ran a hand through his hair. “I don’t want her to be disappointed.”

“You already ordered her twenty-six different cupcakes, John. How could she be disappointed?” Gaz clapped him on the back, reassuringly. “Stop treating it like you have some crush on her.”

It did feel like a crush. He was head over heels for her and despite the loving stares, the hand-holding, and soft kisses he worried she didn’t feel at the same level.

John’s mind wandered as he and Gaz wandered down the street. He couldn’t give her all the things he wanted to give. He never would be able. She’d spent the night at his flat the other day. She was curled up on his lap, arms interlinked as she covered her hands with her eyes. He kept reminding her that he could change the movie and they didn’t have to watch it if she was scared.

“It’s the good kind of scary,” she laughed.

“Good kind of scary?” He raised an eyebrow. She cursed under her breath as the woman on TV crept further into the creepy basement’s hidden room.

“It’s not real. Plus I would survive this.”

“You would?”

“Yeah, I wouldn’t go down there unless I had a gun or I’d make you go first.”

“She just sent the guy down first and now he’s gone! You’re gonna send me down?” He grabbed her sides and tickled her.

“You’re special forces! He was just some bloke she just met!” She moved her hands to slap him away as she laughed. “Wait… wait… shut up.”

They both stopped to stare at the screen as the woman found the man in the basement. He had to stop her from leaping off the couch when a figure appeared in the background and killed the man.

“Send me down, aye?” He rested his chin on her shoulder and laughed with her as she calmed down. She was clutching his arm. “I’d bring a gun, don’t worry about me.”

He wanted to give her more of those moments. More memories that made up a normal life. He wanted to go back in time and give her the girlhood she wasn’t afforded. An easy life, something simple and sweet like her hot chocolate. Breakfast in bed, kisses before bed, dance parties for two in the living room, movie nights with microwave popcorn, art museum dates where he whispers ‘almost as pretty as you’ as she looks at every piece, the lingering smell of a favorite candle just blown out, a collection of tote bags by the front door, a favorite pair of rain boots, a house with a garden.

She was still sleeping in that cot in Price’s office. She said she didn’t mind but she slept like a baby in his bed. Price was firm in them not moving in together just yet. ‘Let her adjust. Figure out what she wants.’ He didn’t argue. Her anxiety wasn’t getting better in London. She barely left the flat for more than an hour or two. She’d had another panic attack at a particularly busy Waterstones the other week. He’d pulled her over to the reference section to calm her down before taking her home. She got so quiet afterward.

He wanted her to feel safe again, how she did those first two days in the cabin.

He didn’t know if Price told her yet but he and Ghost were getting sent out on a mission three days after her birthday. He wasn’t sure when he would be back. Could be days or weeks or months. Guilt churned in his stomach. He didn’t want to leave her again.

Something to remember him by.

“I know what to get her.” He said, dragging Gaz down the street towards a stationery store.

Walking into Price’s flat, John wasn’t sure what he was more surprised by: Ghost showing up to Nina’s party or that he was playing Go with Nina in the dining room. He stood in the doorway, arms filled with his and Gaz’s gifts, watching the two of them. Ghost, wearing a black balaclava, sat across the round table, staring at the game board. Nina was kneeling on her chair, leaning over the table. He was coaching her, giving a slight headshake as she started to lay down a piece.

“How do I know you’re actually helping me?” She asked, setting a white stone down in a different spot. Ghost was quick to place his own black stone on the board.

“You’ll find out when we finish,” Ghost grunted.

“Move! I need to put these down.” Gaz elbowed him in the back, arms full with a large pastry box. John leaped out of the way so Gaz could make his way to the dining table. Nina and Ghost both looked up at him. Nina grinned and stood. She gave Gaz a quick side hug as he put the box of cupcakes on the table. John quickly put the gifts on a side table.

“John!” She threw herself into his arms.

“Happy Birthday, Neen.” He kissed her cheek.

“Don’t distract her. She has a game to finish.” Ghost beckoned her back over. Nina sighed and rolled her eyes at him.

“He’s upset I’m winning,” Nina said, There was a rough chuckle from Ghost. She gave him a kiss before pulling away to rejoin the game. John had never played before and it was clear neither had Nina. Ghost was fucking with her, shaking his head or making disapproving sounds as she tried to lay pieces down. She looked up at him. “Keep it up and I’ll stab you again.”

John took a step forward, ready to intervene. Gaz kept switching his glance between them, having gone slack-jawed. Ghost leaned back, an eyebrow raised under his mask. Nina looked at him, ready for a challenge. He hadn’t actually considered there would be any animosity between them. They had seemed to be on good terms when he was guarding her room but that was followed by a six-week healing process from the ribs he broke.

“Just make a move,” Ghost laughed, shaking his head. He waved his hand at her and looked at John.

“You know how to pick’em, eh, Johnny?” He placed a stone down and turned back to Nina. “Your move, love.”

“Gaz! Soap! Kitchen! Now!” Price called from the other room. Price’s commanding tone made them both jump. John gave Nina another quick kiss on the cheek before being dragged out by Gaz.

Price looked domestic. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows and he was wearing a blue and white striped apron over his clothes. The kitchen smelled like garlic, basil, and fresh bread. A large pot of noodles sat on the stove next to a ceramic dish full of roasted chicken breasts. A loaf of garlic bread sat on a cooling rack on the counter.

“Gaz, set the table. Plates and silverware are on the counter,” Price said, as he washed his hands. “Soap, you got dessert?”

“Yes, Sir.” John stood to attention, straightening up as Price looked at him.

“Good man. Candles are in that drawer.” He motioned. “She beat Ghost yet?”

“She said she was winning,” John said, grabbing the pack of pastel birthday candles.

“She said that last game, too.” Price chuckled softly. He got quiet and looked at John with a sensitivity he hadn’t seen before. “You’re good for her. She’s happy when she’s with you. I not going to lecture you about taking care of her. I know you do. You tell her yet?”

“About leaving? No.” He shifted awkwardly, looking away. “I was gonna tell her tonight actually.”

“On her birthday?” He asked with a raised eyebrow.

“It goes with my gift.” He defended but Price seemed unconvinced.

“Tell Nina and Ghost to finish their game, dinner’s ready.”

“Yes, Sir.”

They’d already cleared the table when he got back. He came behind Nina’s chair and leaned over her shoulder.

“Who won?”

“He did,” she pouted, rolling her eyes.

“Told you I wouldn’t go easy on you,” Ghost shrugged.

“You’ll get him next time.” John pressed another kiss to her cheek before sitting down beside her.

Dinner was good. He kept a hand on the back of her chair the whole time. He’d neglected his pasta to watch her laugh and talk. He wanted to pull a curtain down around them. Lay his hand on the back of her neck and pull her in. Whisper how he loved her. Yes, he did love her. There was no complexity to it. He loved her. He’d loved her this whole time. From the moment she first held his hand under the pillows at a shitty motel. He loved her.

He bit his tongue to stop himself from blurting it out in front of everyone. The words felt like they were bursting from him like a geyser. He laid his hand on her knee and gave her a gentle squeeze. Those brown eyes turned back to him and he smiled, too afraid to say it aloud but hoping he’d get the point across. That she’d look in his eyes and respond in her own way.

She interlocked her arm with his and leaned against his shoulder as she laughed at another one of Ghost’s awful jokes. Her thumb rubbed over his knuckles. They held hands under the table like little kids hiding from all their friends.

She only broke the embrace when Gaz sent his gift down in front of her. A stack of thin packages wrapped up in blue metallic paper.

“To help catch you up on the good stuff,” He laughed, shaking her shoulder playfully. She unwrapped the first gift in the stack of eight. It was a CD. On the cover, a woman sat in the grass with broken computer monitors behind her. “Soap’s music taste is rubbish and Price listens to old man shite. He’s got a good sound system though.”

She stood up and hugged him after opening the rest. John gave him an offended look as he flipped through the CDs. He was the one who first recommended Her’s, the dickhead. Kyle winked at him as he hugged Nina.

“Thank you, Kyle.” She turned to Price. “Can I use your cd player?”

“Course you can, love. Just don’t get me a noise complaint.” He chuckled, looking over the CDs himself.

Ghost’s gift came next. Another surprise from the masked man. Nina opened up the small box he had slid across the table and immediately shot him a grin.

“This is brave.” She pulled out a pocket knife and flicked it open. Looking at the length of the blade, John knew it was illegal. Price sighed and ran a hand over his face as she spun it around.

“If you ask nicely, I’ll teach you how to use it,” His eyes betrayed the smirk that was hidden under the black fabric.

“Sounds like you just want a rematch,” she said, sliding the knife back into the box.

“Maybe.” Ghost chuckled.

“My turn!” Price clapped his hands and stood up. His gift was wrapped in a sparkly white paper and the contents clattered about as he laid in front of her. “Happy Birthday, Nina.”

She used the knife from Ghost to cut the tape and pull the box out. It was a bouquet of flowers made out of Legos.

“They do sets like this now?” She looked amazed as she flipped over the box. “They’re beautiful.”

“I’ll have to take you to the store. They make all sorts of things now.” Price smiled, resting a hand on her shoulder. “You can pick out a vase for them. Keep them in your room.”

“Thank you.” She was smiling wide, looking closely at the pictures and tracing them with her fingers. Price had to lean over the chair to give her a hug.

John suddenly felt very insecure about his gift. He wasn’t good at wrapping and opted for a baby pink bag filled with white tissue paper. She scooted her chair closer to him as she started to dig through the bag.

A small sketchbook, a set of colored pencils, a couple of good pens, and a card.

“Save the card for later,” He whispered in her ear, draping his arm over her shoulders. She gave him a quick smirk and turned back to her gift. She flipped through the blank sketchbook, biting on her lower lip.

“I don’t remember the last time I drew anything.” She looked at him with watery eyes. “I don’t know if I’ll be any good.”

“I can teach you.” He said, rubbing his thumb in a circle on her shoulder.

“I’d like that.” She smiled, blinking away her tears. She leaned her head against his shoulder. “Thank you.”

Twenty-six cupcakes split among five people might have been too much, especially when considering Ghost barely ate in front of people. He’d tried to get a variety of flavors. Chocolate, vanilla, peanut butter, red velvet, coconut, even a bright pink bubblegum one. Vanilla with chocolate frosting ended up being her favorite.

It was nearing ten when Price started pushing them out the door. Ghost was the first to leave, giving a quick nod and a mumble of a ‘happy birthday’ before leaving. Gaz was next, yawning loudly and giving a tight hug to Nina. John knew he was next.

“This was really nice,” She said. He helped her carry her gifts into her room, setting her new CDs in a pile by her stack of books. “Can I open your card now?”

“Oh..yeah. Go ahead.” They sat on the cot together. His hand resting on her knee and her head on his shoulder.

He’d tried to make a card or something more personal. He was never good with words. He admired people who could write long flowy soliloquies. He just wasn’t one of them. He was simple. He’d ended up doodling all over the inside, leaving little illustrations around the edges of the cheesy birthday message.

A key fell into her lap as she opened the card. She looked at him questioningly.

“I hate to miss Valentine’s day but I’m getting deployed again. Not sure how long I’ll be back but I know you like sleeping in my bed. It’s a key to my flat. Anytime you want, you can go over. Spend however much time you want.”

“You’re leaving?” She frowned, staring at the key.

“I’m sorry, Neen.” He kissed her temple. “I’ll call you whenever I can. Ghost is coming too so you have time to improve at Go.”

“I swear he was cheating.” She laughed.

“You’ll have to tell him that to his face.”

“When do you leave?”

“The twelfth.”

“Two days.”

“Yeah.”

“I’ll miss you.” She wrapped her arms around his, her legs draped over his lap.

“I’ll miss you, too.” He wanted to say more. A long declaration of love. He’d read letters soldiers sent home during World War I and always wished he could have been so eloquent. He was simple in his words. A kiss on her lips and a whispered “I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

And he was. As soon as he could end up being three and a half weeks.

He tossed his duffle bag to the floor and kicked the door shut behind him. He was supposed to have gotten back earlier but flight delays and train delays kept him out till after midnight.

His muscles ached. He just wanted to sleep. Did he make his bed before leaving? He didn't remember. He knew he washed his sheets but they might still be sitting in the laundry basket on the floor. Fuck he hoped the bed was made.

He kicked off his boots. A pair of white tennis shoes sat by the door. Far too small for him.

Nina.

He didn't expect her to be here when he got back. He'd avoided texting her in case he was late. He planned on surprising her the next morning. A make-up Valentine’s day.

He looked around and her touch was evident. Her bag and coat sat on a chair in the kitchen. She'd cleaned the kitchen. God, she didn't have to do that. He kept things neat especially before leaving but she got in deep. The stove top was sparkling. He'd make her breakfast tomorrow morning and try not to dirty it again as a thank you. He got red thinking about waking up next to her.

He was quieter now and stripped down to his boxers in the hall. She was still asleep when he crept in. The top of her head was peeking out from under the comforter and blankets. He got in beside her, the bed was warm and the sheets still felt clean. She stirred softly as the bed shifted.

"Hmmmm?" She moaned, frowning and half asleep.

"Just me," He whispered, inching closer so he could wrap an arm around her. “Nina?”

"John?" She murmured.

“Don’t blame me but I think I’m in love with you.” He whispered.

“Iloveyou.” She mumbled, eyelids fluttering as a smile grew on her face.

He chuckled as she quickly passed out again. She was wearing one of his shirts and his pillow smelled like her body wash. He pressed his face against it and lulled himself to sleep.

The next morning he’d say he loved her over coffee and hot chocolate and he’d say it again as they walked around the art museum and over lunch and when they made it back to his flat in the late afternoon and then again when they were sweaty and panting in bed and when they took a shower together and ate dinner and one last time when before they fell asleep again. He’d say over and over. As often as he could till the words felt engraved on his lips.

And she’d say it back every time.

Tag List: @yeyinde @queen-ilmaree @yearningforsappho @mykneeshurt @gogh-with-the-flow @coolmaybelateruniverse @so-scarlett--it-maroon

#Don't Blame Me #john soap mactavish #John Soap Mactavish x oc #cod mw22 #cod mwii #call of duty fanfic #call of duty modern warfare 2

[renren-writes]

Since you’re writing a SJW x OC fic, what are your thoughts on Jinwoo’s “canon love interest”, Cha Haein? There’s a lot of conflicted opinions regarding Haein.

Some don’t like how Jinwoo has any love interest at all, some dislike that Haein was just shoved in for no reason, others like other characters more than Haein, etc. Others also consider her best girl since she’s you know, “the canon LI”, she’s cute and powerful, she has a special thing for Jinwoo right away (he smells good to her?? idk) and also called the strongest female hunter in Korea.

Although it honestly doesn’t mean much since most of the time she’s being beaten around like the others.

at first i wasn’t big on hae-in, since she admittedly was super bland. but in retrospect she’s kind of a great character, and i wish the moment in the double dungeon where she called jinwoo her friend—the first person since his glow up to actually say out loud they considered him a friend—had been expanded on before the romance started. we see both as a hunter and as a teenager in the epilogue that she’s competitive and steadfast, never really wavering on her goals even if they hurt her (such as no longer being able to do track because of an ankle injury she didn’t get treated during a qualifier), but she also has a deep respect for people who aren’t the same rank as her but have skills in their own right? i found it neat that chi-yul, the man who’d led the party into the double dungeon in the beginning and lost his arm, was his mentor—compared to other s-rankers in the story, we rarely saw any who let anyone under an a-rank stand by their side outside of administrative roles.

but with her being the strongest female hunter in korea… i do feel like the story made her the ONLY female s-ranker in korea and the a-rankers we did see had potential—its why i wanted hani to spend a little time with yerim, who was a healer who was able to create a shield strong enough to act as cover for everyone while the warriors regrouped. overall we don’t see a lot of the female hunters but out of all of them, i think hae-in suffered the most for it. i like her and her sense of duty and her efforts, but i also don’t like how it was love at first sniff? sure, we see it’s likely a thing among those with mana sensitive noses—kei from draw sword guild wanted to get closer to hae-in, possibly romantically, because he noticed she had a sensitive nose like he did and it was their first time meeting—but hunters have only been integrated into society for ten years, so you can’t really chalk it up to hunter instincts, falling in love with someone whose mana you can’t smell.

but i do like her and seeing how she fought in the game’s trailer made me go gaga bc i love characters that have such a sleek fighting style like her?? and while hani does feel the same way as me, even acknowledging that the power fantasy did the romance dirty or could’ve gone without a romance, she doesn’t want to disrespect hae-in and acknowledges that that attraction may still exist. it’s why, in the next update, she’ll tell jinwoo to not wait for her to reciprocate his feelings—that she’ll find someone better (hae-in) and gladly attend their wedding as long as he thanks her for introducing them. (but ofc we know hani’s delusional)

#ren speaks #tldr i love hae-in but feel her potential wasnt explored #but i also have beef with the ranking system and the strongest in korea #we KNOW these people are strong but #we never see the gaps between them and jinwoo close until he outclasses them forst go #*first #sure yoonho says somethings off about jinwoo #but thats… all any of the korean s rankers say before we hit jinwoo fighting thomas #the WORLD NUMBER ONE #it was less a power creep and more a massive jump #i wouldve been so stoked to see jinwoo’s progress in comparison to the others #but it just had them silently acknowledging he jumped from e to s #and then openly begging he be part of the jeju raid #im sure the novel went into more detail but like #that was a lot of people keeping quiet that jinwoo was stronger than be presented #before gunhee found out and made an offer after his reeval

[reivontulet-arch]

1, 6, 9 + 3!!!

1.  what is a deal-breaking trait in another muse for romantic consideration?  this can be as detailed or as not as you like (to extend:  if your muse doesn’t necessarily have one,  why?)

( tw abuse ) given rory's history, and her nature by design, she's someone who takes a lot, and doesn't exactly have 'dealbreakers' when it comes to relationships because of her inherent need to feel wanted. if that comes with a package deal of other redflags, she'll take it. she attributes it to having tough skin, but really it's an act of desperation. of course, what she's been through has left ghosts of trauma that manifest from time to time. i'd say unsolicited physical advances would be the dealbreaker for her. i've said this to a lot of my partners, but when it comes to physical intimacy, rory finds safety in being in control. not in a dominating way, but more of a, she sets her own pace, becomes comfortable enough to give that control, etc, etc. idk if this little tangent has explained what i mean exactly, but yeah.

6.  what does their bedding look like?  (to extend:  do they make their bed every day?  how often do they change it?)    extra points for images. 

rory's apartment is sacred. it's the first place she's every called her own, that truly, really belonged to her ( it's a garbage studio apartment with barely functioning heating, the bed is in the living room, but it's hers ) so little bits of her can be found there. i've said it before, rory manifests in delicate comfort. she might be snippy, her words dipped in satire, and she acts tough, but her apartment is a complete presentation of softness. her bedding, i'd say, does have a lot of patterns. solid colored lavender or forest greens. a super soft duvet, and many, many, many pillows. somewhere on the bed is an old, tattered teddy bear. sometime in the hubbub of getting taken into the system, ten year old rory remembered to snatch it, and he's been with her every since. her made is usually unmade, but she changes the sheets often. at least once a week before she takes a trip to the washing room/laundromat. for ref ( x ) ( x )

9.  name three other canon characters from any sort of media that you could compare/draw inspiration to your muse  &  explain why  (to extend:  can you detail a specific moment or trait that makes you draw this comparison?).

...........if i said all of them are from g.rey's a.natomy would you actually judge me. actually know, a lot of influence were from grey's anatomy characters, but also at the time i was into a lot of fandoms so there's a lot of variation.

okay when i created rory, circa 2015, i'd previously had two pretty well developed oc's based in different fandoms that sort of just died for me, mostly because i applied too much to the fandoms and simply lost their muses. so what i did, is i took the traits i wanted to explore, the idea of wanting so badly to be wanted, and also my fascination with the trope of powers being handled in a delicate balance between gift and curse, and exploring the morality and obligation and sense of duty that comes with having powers, reluctant hero, etc etc etc.

that being said, characters that have influenced a lot of rory's character include: meredith grey, izzie stevens. jo wilson, amelia shepherd ( grey's anatomy ), kira yukimura, jennifer blake/the darach ( mtv teen wolf ) circe ( as portrayed in the madelline miller novel ), hailey upton (chicago pd. ) , aria montgomery ( pretty little liars ), some influences from x-men media, phoebe buffay ( friends ), jessica day ( new girl ) 

3.  how does your muse treat people who work in the service industry? 

oh rory's very nice to anyone in the service industry. as a barista previously ( still, and even her own little cafe owner in some verses ) she's been on the other end and has seen the difference a greeting and a smile can make in a day.

#personals dni #thank you for sending this in!!! #‧ ⁘ ✦ ☾ ︴ answered — go ahead and cry little girl. #‧ ⁘ ✦ ☾ ︴ musings — the lion hearted girl.

[frostironfudge]

Tenebrous - Loki (AU) - Chapter Six

Pairings: Vampire! Professor Loki x Fem!Reader

Characters: Loki, Thor, Fem OC, Reader

Warnings: canon level violence, vampires attacking humans, angst, soul bonds mentioned, blood, swearing, injuries (non fatal to reader), blood drinking, shitty sleezballs making passes at reader, magick mentioned, hospitals, memory altering, coven dynamics, let me know if i missed anything, Minors DNI

Word Count: 6722

Dividers: @/firefly-graphics

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Chapter Six - I Wish You Could Keep This Memory

Present.

Midnight stretched herself before making her way to the sleeping figure on the bed. As usual she climbed onto her mother’s chest and pressed a soft boop to her cheek.

Y/N shifts, grabbing her little kitten and snuggling her close. The small fur-ball purrs at the warmth but that isn’t her mission.

Midnight meows,

“Oh you’re hungry?” Y/N questions sleepily, earning a meow akin to a duh.

“Just a minute midnight, need a little more sleep.” She mutters.

Midnight huffs, pushing her paws against her human’s arms. Shimming outward to go to her bowl.

She’d meow till food was given.

Y/N snuggles closer to the sheets exhaustion still present within her, she thinks over needing to get Midnight her food.

The black cat’s whiskers twitch, as the container with her food floats and a scoop is dropped down into her bowl.

The container levitates its way near Y/N’s bed, Midnight jumps on the bed, loudly hissing startling Y/N. She looks at her cat before finding the hovering container which falls to the floor with an unceremonious thud.

Loki and Thor gaze toward the curtain drawn window from the garden.

“Midnight you saw that right?” Y/N enquires as both of them stare at the fallen container. The feline meows then bounds her way to her now full bowl.

Y/N decides to not pursue the matter the time to prepare for her first micro-teaching lecture nearing, she rushes through her morning routine.

“Saw what?” Thor wonders.

Loki sighs, “We need to be careful. Her witch side has awakened.”

“I thought you made sure this would not happen.” Thor contemplates, “Is this not why you left? To make sure?”

“Amongst other things.” Loki places his hands in the pockets of his coat.

“When did you last feed?”

“Her blood is enough to suffice for three days more.” They gaze back at her window as another set of clatters resound in succession.

“Where is the report? Shit, Strange will kill me.” She looks everywhere even up at the ceiling incase that was levitating by some thought of hers, Midnight looks at her spot on the window. The sunlight obstructed by curtains.

Y/N steps towards the windows to draw back the curtains they part with their own accord before her hands touch the fabric, “What the fuck?”

She does not notice the brothers observing the occurrences.

“Okay,” Y/N takes a deep breath, “Hey kitty-kat can mommy get some kisses stat?” She kneels by the window, Midnight looks up from licking her paw, chirping as she gives small licks to her mother’s cheek and forehead.

Y/N giggles, softly placing a kiss to Midnight’s forehead. These other things could be dealt with later.

“Now be a good baby and I’ll give you treats when I get back.” Y/N grabs a small snack bar on her way out.

“Hey.” Thor’s voice takes her by surprise.

“Oh, hey, Thor hi.” Her racing heart calms, “Did Nia leave for work?”

“Yes, she was worried post last night, is it okay if I drive?” He eyes the keys in her hand.

“Oh um,” Y/N hands the keys, Thor’s skin does not burn her anymore.

Thor walks to the driver’s side, looking at Loki.

“Try again?” Loki prompts voice not reaching his soulmate. The bond only responds weakly to their close proximity.

Y/N looks around the area, her mind not allowing the thought of Loki to take prominence.

Thor pulls out of the driveway, reaching close to 90 on the speedometer once out of the neighbourhood.

“Hey Thor?” Y/N speaks after a while, she stopped commenting on the ridiculous need for speed long ago.

“Yeah?” Thor gives her his patent elder brother gaze, knowing she has questions about last night.

“You know you can ask anything right? This is a safe space.” Thor reminds her as she gnaws at her bottom lip gazing at the trees passing by with fervour as she contemplates.

Fifteen Months Ago.

Loki could not stop thinking about her. Every thought is submerged with traces of Y/N. Her presence, her absence. He knows the feeling stirring on within him is some consolation prize for his immortality.

But fuck why does it feel right to want to be selfish?

Loki feels curious eyes on his Maybach S Class. It is out of place in this neighbourhood. If it weren’t for the ache for find Y/N, he would not be in this area.

Adults and teenagers alike littered the street, either singing drunkenly or lost in a haze of what they inhaled.

Loki concentrates, hoping to find her by voice alone before he enters the mind of anyone to locate her.

— —- —- —— —- —- —

Nia told Y/N to join her, because she said that, “One either needs to have some fun or find some dick and/or pussy.”

“The two can be mutually inclusive.” Nia said with mirth as they drove.

“Oh, what will the men, women and persons say when they know, Nia is taken.” Y/N teases, she blushes.

“They will be sad.” She laughs.

“They will mourn the loss of that pussy.” Y/N tries to deliver the line with a sombre tone.

Both of them gaze at each-other then dissolve into a fit of giggles.

“You kiss your professor with that mouth?” Nia takes the reins on teasing.

Her cheeks warm, “I don’t think he wants to kiss me.”

Loki flashes in the forefront of her mind. Despite seeing him today in class her heart aches for him, almost prompting a search for him in each room entered.

“I think he does.” Nia taps the steering rhythmically to the song playing over the radio.

“Yes, in the fan-fiction I make up about him in my head.” Y/N shrugs.

“Minors DNI.” Nia teases.

“Nia.” Y/N dragged out her name, then covers her face with her palms, “Maybe.”

“Look, just have fun tonight, if you find someone do not dismiss it.” Nia gives final words of wisdom before placing the car in park.

“Okay.” Y/N agrees quietly before exiting, the music is loud enough to carry forth down the street.

Nia leads the way cheering and throwing back a shot upon entry making her best-friend the designated driver by default.

Nia leads Y/N to the dance floor, slowly the beat of the music inculcates into her movements.

Loki finds Y/N as he pries through the mind of an onlooker, though he finds his fists clench when the mind he is in, has the thoughts turn inappropriate, images flashing of Y/N against the onlooker’s body.

The bond tugs at him to keep her close to him.

He exits the mind contemplating heading out, he locks the car. Walking the perimeter of the house, searching for Nia. The call of her name places her in the kitchen.

He places himself in the backyard, grabbing an unopened beer bottle. He watches the man who had placed Y/N in his thoughts enter the kitchen, the blonde man smiling as he spots Nia,

“Hey Nia!”

“Oh hey, Frandal right?” Nia offers a smile.

“Yes from class.” Frandal grabs a cup for himself, filling it with liquor.

“I noticed your… friend.” The blonde says trying to come off nonchalant.

“What about my friend?” Nia raises an eyebrow.

“That she could use some company.” He gives her a wink, “If you know what I mean.”

Nia laughs, “Frandal, frankly you aren’t her type.”

Loki chuckles.

“I could be.” He presses on.

“Highly doubt you can be a tall green eyed professor.” Nia mutters and Loki catches the statement smiling before he feels familiar insecurities bloom.

“What was that?” Frandal narrows his eyes.

“I said as her best friend I would know.” Nia says loud enough, rolling her eyes and moving back to the living room turned dance floor.

Loki wonders if entering inside would be easy for him.

He moves around the property, finding the main door.

Hesitantly he places his right foot over the threshold. No force blocks him, he walks in between the bodies of people till the flashing lights gain prominence.

The bond guides his gaze to her.

In the living room, Y/N slowly moves to the periphery slightly out of breath at the dancing done. Some of Nia’s mutual friends being there helped her ease into dancing happily.

There is an urge within her chest to look ahead, her gaze shifts, she only catches a blink and miss of green.

Loki shifts to another side of the room using his speed.

Y/N tilts her head, following the urge to the other side when her arm is tapped. She turns facing Frandal.

“Hey.” He gives her a toothy grin.

“Hi…” Y/N shifts her weight to one side, suddenly nervous.

“I’m Frandal, You have caught my eye beautiful, I’ve been watching you all night.” He places a hand beside her head on the wall behind her.

“Oh, well, okay.” Y/N says, looking towards the corner, greeted once again by a blur of green.

“I’m talking to you, beautiful.” Frandal grabs her jaw making her face him. His breath smelling of alcohol.

Y/N grimaces, grabs his hand moving it away.

“I’d rather not talk you know.” She informs, shifting away by a foot.

“I know much more that can be done with your mouth than speaking—,” Frandal stops mid sentence spacing out, the hand moving toward her waist stops mid air as well.

“Uh,” Y/N waves her hand in front of him, she shakes her head, stepping away dismissing it as a drunk trance.

Loki makes sure Frandal leaves the premises, with just enough of suggestions planted into his mind.

Y/N looks back into the living room before stepping out, she catches Loki’s frame, looking the other way.

“Loki?” Her whisper makes him look at her even amongst the music.

She shakes her head, maybe some of the non alcoholic stuff had alcohol?

When she looks back Loki stands there intently watching her.

Hesitantly Y/N raises her hand to wave at him.

Loki chuckles, amused then waves back at her.

“Okay, definitely not hallucinating.” She declares.

Loki lips twitch to smile, he holds back. Walking towards her, the bond gleams between them, stars dancing across their chests.

“Hello.” He grasps her hand, bringing it up to his lips, Y/N finds his lips are soft slightly cooler than her skin as Loki kissed her knuckles.

“H-hello Professor Lo—,” A blush coats her cheeks.

“Just Loki, please.” He requests.

“Loki.” Y/N feels warmth when he smiles at her.

The song changes, a faster tempo takes over the cheering crowd, people walk around the two of them. Y/N realises he still

holds her hand in his, she looks down at the intertwined fingers.

The stars glow brighter for her.

Loki feels out of breath. The reality that he just followed her here without an explanation in mind is settling in,

“What brings you here?” Y/N looks back into his eyes, the lights gleam off of his skin, almost adding to the softness of his sharp features.

“Are only students allowed to let loose, Darling?” His green eyes gleam with mischief.

“Oh, no, um, you can I didn’t think this kind of thing was your thing to you know let loose.” Y/N corrects, scratching the back of her neck with her free hand.

“I surprise myself sometimes. A friend recommended we begin our night here.” Loki adds smoothly.

“Oh.” A hint of jealousy manifests in her heart, of-course he isn’t alone.

“Though I think I have lost him.” He pretends to search the crowd.

“Have you checked the dance floor?” She suggests, Loki nods.

“Oh well upstairs maybe?” Y/N looks at the staircase empty except for one couple getting very handsy. She averts her gaze.

“Would you come along?” Loki wonders if he sounds too hopeful.

“Yeah sure.” Y/N steps in the direction of the staircase, Loki shifts behind her, when they near the couple, his hand leaves hers. Resting on the small of her back when they are on the landing.

The music carries through on the floor, the walls carrying the reverb. The only difference is the prominence of cigarette smoke is lesser.

Loki keeps up the charade of looking through the open rooms, knocking on the locked ones.

Y/N follows him, keeping track of the rooms they have checked.

Their hands always finding their way back to intertwine.

The music shifts to Fever by Dua Lipa and Angèle. Y/N smiles.

Loki hears her softly singing along to the words, smiling at her.

“Do you enjoy this kind of music?” He questions as they proceed to the second flight of stairs.

“I do like this song.” She answers, a longing looms across the bond.

Loki frowns at the feeling, “Am I keeping you from having fun?” He turns to her.

Y/N looks up at him, “No, um,” her cheeks turn red, “I always wanted to dance on this song.”

“I could accompany you back to the floor—,”

“No um in my head, I picture dancing with a partner…” Y/N does not know why she tells him this, her blush deepens.

“Would you dance with me? If you are comfortable.” The words are out of his mouth.

“I, I want to. Would it be appropriate?” Her words hang in the air for a moment.

Loki places his index finger under her chin, gazing into her bright eyes. He can pick out the hopefulness. A longing to have her move with him ebbs within his chest.

“It is you and I.” Is all he says, brushing his fingers across her cheek the chorus picks up.

Loki gently grasps her waist, Y/N encircles her arms across her shoulders. A shyness limiting her earlier confidence.

“Close your eyes.” Loki whispers, his lips brushing against her ear.

Y/N follows, the tensing in her form relaxing slightly.

“Let the rhythm guide you.” Loki moves to the beat, Angèle’s part now playing.

They sway to the music, bodies fitting against each other in synchrony.

Y/N moves her hand to his cheek, as her confidence in her movements increases, Loki smiles at her when she opens her eyes.

They move to the song, his hands remain on her waist, aching for more.

Y/N shifts, Loki’s hands move across her back and now rest over her stomach, her back to his chest, Loki dips his head, his nose brushing along her neck.

His grip on her waist tightens. Mine the bond urges him to declare.

The bond aches, wanting the process to begin.

Loki feels stars cascade over his skin.

Their movements get heated, hips moving together.

Skin alit with desire.

Loki brushes his lips over her neck.

Y/N lightly tugs at his hair, silently asking for more than just a brush of his lips.

Their darkened gazes interlock.

Lips close, her warm breath fans over his parted lips.

Her vanilla scent cascades upon his senses.

Y/N aches at the thought to let go as the song reaches the bridge.

Loki aches to keep her against him for eternity.

He turns her again, chests touching flush against the other.

His scent of oud and cedar engulf her.

Desire blooms within, Loki trails his hand up her back, over her neck then to cup her cheek.

“How is it that you were forged just for me?” He whispers, gaze soft searching for something within her.

“Loki,” Her voice breathless the bond urges them closer, heartstrings tug.

“I know, I feel it as well.” Loki leans closer to her, Y/N closes her eyes, pushing herself onto her toes despite the small heels.

Something vibrates continuously between them as the song ends.

Loki groans, Y/N huffs.

Y/N crosses her hands leaning against the wall replaying their movements as Loki attends to the call.

Judging from his expression she knows he has to leave.

“I apologise, it was my brother, Thor. Something akin to a familial emergency has arisen.” Loki explains, “Could I drop you home?”

“No, um, thank you, I’m designated driver for Nia. I hope everything is alright.” Y/N smiles at him.

Loki brushes his fingers over her cheek again.

“I do apologise. Sincerely.” His words hold the depth, she knows he means them.

“I understand, really. It’s not a big deal.” Though the way hints of sadness lace her voice; opposing her words.

“I will figure out a way to make it up to you. Properly. I must leave now. The best part of tonight has been you.” Loki presses his lips to her forehead.

Y/N closes her eyes the stars beam and glow. She feels giddy with happiness.

They walk down the steps.

“I will see you.” Loki bids her goodbye at the last step with another kiss to the back of her hand.

Present.

Y/N contemplates it is best not to say anything to Thor. At least right now. Though she knows he would be keeping watch upon her.

When she enters the department with just a minute to spare waiting for Doctor Strange and his wrath for the assignment not being in his hands.

“Ah, Ms. Y/L/N, I didn’t realise you left your report on my table yesterday.” He gives her a proud smile.

Y/N looks at him blinking several times.

“I, did, what?” The file he holds is what she could not find this morning.

“The assignment? Are you feeling better?” Stephen gazes over her, using his ability. He cocks his head to the side.

Y/N appears slightly blurred, he narrows his eyes. Her form appears clear but only for a moment before blurring again.

Stephen glowers, Y/N looks up at him confused.

“Hey,” Emery grins at Y/N from behind the Department Head who might just growl.

Stephen turns, “Emery.” He nods at them before retreating into his office.

“Doctor Strange.” They greet with a nod and a slight blush.

They follows his movements till the door closes.

“The juniors are ready and I am your volunteer model.” They grin.

“I’m thankful.” She loops her arm through theirs as they both enter the room.

The session goes smoothly, a few jokes here and there with the juniors.

Emery is one of the most enthusiastic models, it also gives a chance to introduce effective communication between healthcare provider and patient.

“Alright now before you begin the examination what must you ask your patient and/or client?” Y/N half sits on the plinth, looking at the juniors.

Emery moves to the side to gather pictures.

A junior hesitantly raises her hand,

“Yes?” Y/N smiles in encouragement.

“We would, um, tell them what we are about to do,”

“Good, go on.”

“And take consent before we initiate physical contact.” She completes.

“Very good. Consent is very important, be it for anything from an exercise test to performing a correction feedback to palpation.” Y/N concludes, looking at the time.

“Alright time for your clinical placements, the ones on wards please meet me after the rounds so we can discuss cases or difficulties.” She announces and a chorus of yeses chime in, Emery has a pep in their step as they return.

“That was so good! I’ve never even seen professors teach that well! Who taught you?” They ask as Y/N hesitates when she gathers her notebook.

“Um, I had a really good creative writing professor, picked some things up from him.” She adds quietly.

“Thats good, I’ll meet you during lunch?” Emery grabs their reflex hammer when they notice the new patient waiting for them.

“Sounds good.” Y/N gives their arm a squeeze before heading to grab her things for rounds.

Fifteen Months Ago.

“Have a smoke with us, pretty thing.” The platinum blonde haired guy grabs Y/N’s wrist as she exits the kitchen.

“I don’t smoke.” She tries prying her hands away.

The blonde tuts, “Then what do those red lips wrap around?” He raises himself from the couch. Trapping her between him and the wall.

“Move.” Y/N tries stepping away. This was not the best night, Loki had left and Nia was not to be found.

The blonde tightens his grip on her arms. The blunt glows as he takes a drag.

His friend takes the joint from him, the blonde blows the smoke leaning in, Y/N coughs as she inhales the smoke forcibly.

“Please,” She tries to move again.

“Aw, baby wants to beg.” Another puff of the smoke blown over her.

He moves closer, leaning close. Y/N closes her eyes, turning her head away. Wishing he would let her go.

“Ow!” The man pushes off of her clutching his arms, “Bitch you tased me!”

“I don’t—,” Y/N stops when she feels a low hum of static on her palms.

“You little whore—,” He tries grabbing her again, Y/N presses her hands to his chest and he shakes violently as though being tased.

Y/N pushes him away, jogging to the nearest exit. Before she could be caught again.

She scrambles out, leaving through the back door. Stumbling toward the forest.

Looking at her palms in the soft moonlight the hum no longer there, she inspects her clothing, nothing is enough to generate static of that magnitude.

Her phone vibrates, Nia’s name flashes across her screen, she tries answering but the screen is frozen.

“Fucking hell.” She groans.

A twig snaps to her right,“Is anyone there?” She questions trying to decipher any shape.

Another snap sounds toward her left.

Y/N walks quicker staying in line with the houses, the lights guiding her on trail.

Whispers begin along the deeper end of the forest. The voices are muddled over and groans cover what coherent sentences are being repeated.

Y/N almost catches a sentence along the lines of,

“An unclaimed mate.”

She tries using her phone again but the battery is now gone, it was just on 85%.

Contemplating returning to civilisation, she cuts through a bush covered path.

Y/N falls to the ground as her foot is caught over a gnarly root. When she attempts to pick herself up, she feels a cold palm on her ankle, another across her mouth that muffles the scream building in her throat.

Her body is then flipped, she lands on her back, a hooded figure still presses their palm over her mouth.

“I do not like it when you scream.” Their voice sounds borders between gruff and light.

“Let us have a smell of our meal.” The same voice speaks.

“I know how to make her sweeter.” Another voice adds, she hears the shaking of a pill bottle.

Y/N struggles trying to kick her way out to no avail. She presses her palms hoping for the weird static to return. Her palm grabs the arm on her mouth.

The hand moves away, the hooded figure groans in pain.

“How did you do that?” The larger stature figure standing further looks at her, his face obscured using her elbows she tries getting out of the grasp, as she almost stands the figure pulls her down by her shirt causing a tear.

“Please don’t, I, my car is near I can give you money.” Y/N pleads, her hair is griped harshly and she whimpers.

“Oh would you look at this,” The necklace she wears is held, between the figure’s index finger and thumb.

“We need to tell him.” The larger framed man says.

“I say we take her.” Her jaw is clutched hard.

Tears brim over the corners of her eyes.

“Please.” Y/N manages to choke out. The static not working anymore.

“Maybe a little taste.” The larger figure laughs sinister.

The person grabbing her jaw tightens his grip.

“Be quiet now you little witch.”

Her eyebrows furrow, Y/N takes a deep breath, “Help! Help!” She calls out earning a slap which hurts more than a slap would.

“I fucking told you to keep your fucking mouth shut.” He glowers.

Panic blooms and her throat dries at the mistake maybe she should have been compliant.

— —- —- —— —- —- —

“Are you positive the rouges are here?” Loki keeps his dagger drawn.

“There are bodies discarded of party going students.” Stephen explains as they walk around spotting another body.

“I’ve spoken to Nia, she is trying to locate Y/N and leave soon.” Thor informs, Loki sighs, hoping they get out before the rouges reach the area of the house the two were at currently.

“I smell it.” Loki says as they all get a whiff of blood.

The three vampires use their speed, sighing as they spot a human on the ground.

Loki squats to inspect the bite marks.

“Bitten at four places. Possible two or three vampires.” Loki deems, carefully closing the lost soul’s open eyes.

“If they have just fed they will be stronger.” Stephen observes, reaching into his bag and tossing a blood bag to each brother.

“How nice, O positive you remember.” Loki mutters, opening the bag and drinking. Stephen rolls his eyes doing the same.

“I will save mine so we can use it as a distraction.” Thor says as they cover more ground.

“You fed?” Loki raises an eyebrow.

“Yes.” Thor says clipped.

“Blood sharing so soon?” Stephen presses his lips into a thin line. Placing the empty bag into his medical bag.

Loki scoffs, “Talk about binding.”

“Please you won’t even admit to actually wanting your mate.” Thor spits out at him.

“That is not—,” Loki sighs frustrated.

“You feel it, she feels it, when she genuinely cares for you and will fall in love with you—,”

“That is the point Thor! She has to fall in love with me! It is decreed, she has no choice but to want me, no free will!” Loki sheathes the dagger. Turning to Thor.

“It is not as you say, the bond forges with time.” Thor explains the two look at Stephen.

“What?” The Doctor narrows his eyes at them.

“Oh no no no,” He raises a finger, “I am not having a repeat of Reykjavík, I will not be a part of this discussion.” Stephen pauses when Loki presses a palm to his own chest.

Panic floods the forming bond.

“Y/N.” Loki moves in a circle trying to place the tug towards her.

Thor’s gaze softens, he quickly retrieves his phone, calling Nia.

“Thor I can’t find her.” Nia panics over the phone, a palm pressed to her forehead, “Some people told me she went out the back, why would she stray to the forest? Fuck.”

“We’ll find her, she will be okay. Can you get to a house that needs permission to enter? No, No just stay in that house.” Thor cuts the call, Loki feels more panic bloom as Y/N finds her panic intensify.

“Loki, focus on the bond.” Thor says placing a hand on his shoulder, “Focus and it will guide you towards her.”

Loki closes his eyes, the tendrils of the bond feel new, bronze threads intertwining over one another, he focuses upon her.

“If they bond isn’t forged yet, that will be difficult.” Stephen states.

A low growl emits from Loki, when he is shown the visual of the figure looming over Y/N’s frame.

“Maybe it will.” Stephen states.

Loki’s eyes are red when he opens them, he takes off in the direction the bond takes him, Thor and Stephen follow in hot pursuit.

— —- —- —— —- —- —

“Oh sweetheart I haven’t even done anything, yet.” He cackles menacingly. Dipping his head to the crook of her neck.

Fear swells in her chest as she feels his cold breath.

He eyes dart to the larger cloaked man. He looks to his left, then blurs out of view.

“Man, get a whiff—,” The cloaked figure is torn away from her, Y/N whimpers at the harsh grip on her hands finally being released.

“Don’t you fucking touch her.” Loki seethes, holding the dagger to the man’s chest.

“Loki?” Y/N dislikes how her voice sounds so broken and small.

His cloak falls, the brunette grins at Loki.

“Zemo.” Thor’s blurs into view near Loki.

“Ah, I’ve missed you my friends.” Zemo stays ever smiling, then looks upon Y/N, she sits up trying to move away.

“Do you have the knowledge that she is an unclaimed mate wonder who saw her and wanted her disposed off to our kind as food—,” Zemo chuckles as the dagger penetrates his chest by a centimetre,

“Oh Loki have you not told her?” Zemo tsks then winces the dagger moves by another centimetre.

Thor grabs Zemo’s hands in a crushing grip.

Y/N shudders at the cold anger blooming within her.

“L-Loki, Thor, wha—what are you doing?” Y/N questions.

“Ending the life of low rate, abomination.” Loki drives the dagger deeper.

“Do you,” Zemo huffs out, “Do you want to show her your truth in this way? What would Father say?”

“Shut up Zemo.” Thor glares.

“And here I thought we are a family.” Zemo dramatically sighs.

Stephen moves quietly raising his palms towards Y/N, scanning over her for injuries. Her right ankle and left wrist need immediate attention.

Y/N looks at Stephen, her eyes widen and she scrambles to get up, agony shoots from her ankle, she sniffles.

“No, I won’t hurt you,” Stephen takes a step closer.

“Yeah that guy said the same thing, I am not buying any shit.” Y/N crosses her arms and tries not to put her weight on the injured foot.

Loki gazes at her, “He is my associate.”

“I am a Doctor.” Stephen throws Loki a glare.

“Is this really the time?” Loki looks toward him.

“I will get the respect I am due. I have not endured different eras of med school for this blatant disrespect.” Stephen grumbles moving towards Y/N, she limps backward.

“Y/N.” Loki calls out, she meets his worried gaze, “You can trust Doctor Strange,” He looks at Stephen, “Better?”

“Much appreciated. Now, we need to get the pressure off of that ankle.” Stephen holds an arm out taking most of her weight with ease as they limp towards a boulder large enough for her to sit upon.

“You should go to your mate.” Zemo adds.

“I told you to shut your mouth.” Loki spits back at him, “Who was with you?”

Zemo only grins, “You know she would taste so delicious.” He comments, licking his lips.

“Answer the question, Helmut.” Thor crushes his left wrist with ease. His only warning.

“A newbie, teaching him the ropes ran off when he heard your meagre cavalry.” He responds, “Now may I leave? I still have food to eat.”

“Thor, take him.” Loki keeps the dagger in place. Thor crushes both ankles before dragging Zemo along and blurring out of view.

Loki appears swiftly by Y/N’s side.

“How bad?” Loki keeps his eyes on her face as Stephen ties a bandage and disinfects the cuts.

“Ankle has a severe sprain, wrist as well, a brace will do for the wrist but the ankle she needs to stay off of it for two weeks. A lot of bruising.” The Doctor looks up at her.

“I, I can’t I need to be in class and I have project work and I need to prepare for my other degree…” Y/N panics.

Loki places a hand on her shoulder, for comfort, “Breathe, Darling.”

She pauses inhaling deeply.

“Loki—,” She tries to explain.

“It is my class for now, correct?” He enquires, she nods.

“Well you email me, I’ll send over the coursework by email and I can drop by for one on one sessions to answer your doubts or queries.” Loki shrugs as though the plan is foolproof.

“You can’t make house calls…”

“I’ll set up an online meeting and we can keep it going on mute.”

“Are you done planning date nights? I need to get her a brace.” Stephen gives Loki a hard glare as he switches the ice pack placed against her ankle.

“Wait, where did Thor go with that other man?” Y/N looks around.

What even was occurring, why did Loki even have a dagger?

How was he so quick?

And what is this doctor doing here? Why is he so familiar?

“Loki, she is going into panic.” Stephen looks at him, a low decibel conversation transpires to which Loki reluctantly agrees.

He grips her face between his hands,

“Y/N, you are not going to remember being in the forest with any of the cloaked men, nor are you going to remember seeing the three of us, Stephen, Thor and myself. You tried finding your way out and tripped, hurt your ankle and wrist.” Loki delves into her mind as the memory rearranges.

“Okay…” She mutters, a frown on her face which slowly ebbs away.

“Nia found you and called Thor we were nearby and you came along with me in my car and Thor was with Nia. Is that understood?” Loki presses his lips to her forehead when she nods.

“I’ve found you after years of heartache and empty souls latching onto me, you have bewitched me. My dear sweet witchling, never stray into the forest alone nor follow my call.” Loki strokes her cheek again, Y/N leans into his touch.

“Alas, I cannot allow you to remember tonight. Maybe one day I shall have the strength to let you remember this side of me.” His voice full of remorse.

“You will take away our entire night?”

“Yes.”

Y/N finds her heart sink into trenches of despair.

“I will cherish it for the both of us. Till I return it to you.”

“Loki, please—,” Her eyes shine with tears.

He looks intently into her eyes, cupping her cheeks, she grasps his forearms.

“You danced tonight, enjoyed your evening with your best friend. When a few imbeciles tried to make a move on you, you went out to get air. You tripped, hitting your head, wrist and arm. You woke up not remembering much when Nia found you. Thor and I came to help since we were close by we took you to the university hospital.”

Y/N’s tears slow down as his words sink into her psyche.

“We took you to your home, you slept most of the time. The Doctor advised rest. You emailed Professor Loki regarding the situation he agreed to allow your coursework to be submitted online. You won’t remember us meeting at the party.” Loki finishes with a deep breath.

Her eyes grow heavy, she slumps against him.

Loki sighs rueful, picking her up.

“I’m sorry.” Stephen says quietly as they navigate out of the forest.

“It needed to be done.”

“Debatable.” Stephen’s lips press into a thin line.

“Stephen.” He says exasperated.

“I know, Loki.”

Loki looks down at Y/N, she holds the lapel of his coat with her right hand, breaths evened out as she sleeps against his chest.

The bond almost whispers to him, “Accept her.”

Present.

Rounds finish up, Y/N writes the last of her clinical notes. Placing the file back she returns to Miles’ room to note his resting parameters before the junior students come in to ask for his case history.

“Come in.” Miles calls out greeting her with a smile as she opens their room door.

“Hello again, just want to note your vitals, as you know the junior students are coming in to ask you a few things. Please answer to the best of your ability. If you are tired do let me know I’ll ask them to come in tomorrow.” She completes then taps her pockets frowning as her pen turns to be missing.

“Just had it?” Y/N muses turning around to look near the door.

Clark and Miles exchange a look, as her pen levitates in the air.

“Uh, know what I’ll just note it on my phone—,” Y/N pauses when she turns the pen falls to the floor.

She stares at the two people in the room.

“I think you found it.” Clark bites back a grin.

“Y-yeah…” She stutters.

“What else can you levitate?” Miles places a palm under his chin, grinning at her.

“How are you both not freaked out?” Y/N looks between them.

“Because you are the baby witch of our little coven.” Clark and Miles show her the necklace that she wears, her eyes widen.

“Witch Coven?” Y/N squeaks out.

“I say we take her on a little history trip.” Miles muses, walking upto her, Y/N backs away.

“What are you doing?” She asks.

“Y/N, we need to show you, what happened to your coven, your lineage.” Clark insists.

“My Nanna left this for me.” She admits to them holding the necklace.

“You need to know what happened to Samana.” Miles insists.

Y/N gives her hand to Clark, he grasps it between both of his own.

The hospital room melts away, she stands in the midst of a clearing, the auburn haired woman she saw yesterday reappears. The woman, Samana speaks with Loki both are frantic with their words and then they embrace.

The colours melt again, as another clearing cursed by dying screams and burning flesh.

Y/N watches Loki and Thor stand beside an older man their faces illuminated by the flames that are murdering her ancestors.

— —- —- —— —- —- —

Y/N wakes up with a gasp and a jolt, Loki sits in the corner of the hospital room. She looks around for Clark and Miles both are gone.

“Do you have any fucking idea what I have gone through?” He stands stepping closer to her bed with each word.

“You do not speak to me in this way.” She warns, hand raised.

“You were not waking up.” Loki emits a low growl at the thought of her loss.

“How long have I been out?” She looks down at her hands, the patient bracelet does not display her admission date.

“Four days.” Loki holds her hand.

They both feel the bond stir within weakly.

“I need to go.” Y/N pushes the blankets away, trying to put down the bedside railing.

Loki pushes her back down to lay against the mattress.

“You are not leaving.” He warns.

“Stop trying to dictate every single thing.”

“I am trying to keep you safe.” Loki insists.

“Oh what is your next step? Erasing my memory? What another moment which was mine to keep you would like to take away?” Y/N seethes pushing against his hold, she grabs his forearm, Loki’s expression contorts in response to the pain the emits from her palm.

“You know.” He breaths out.

“I do.” She affirms.

“You knew yet you never told me.”

“A witch has to be awakened.” Loki gasps as the pain tensity increases he tries pushing away from her.

“Stop trying to cause,” Loki pulls her off of the bed, and has her against the wall, Y/N’s concentration breaks as does the pain she made Loki endure, “Pain.”

“This does not even hurt compared to what I went through.” Y/N tries casting the spell again, Loki looks into her eyes with his own, red rims now surround the green.

He feels the beginnings of his fangs descend.

“Your truth never scared me.” Y/N reminds him.

“I know, but you did, you scared me.” Loki admits, looking into her eyes. The red rims surrounding his stay relentlessly,

“How could you love the monster that I am? How could you believe me, when I whispered to you why I was leaving? How could you make me fall in love with you deeper than the bond that now is mindlessly in frays between us but this love I hold for you does not dull. How could your gaze still hold love amongst the hatred?”

Loki strokes her cheekbone with his thumb, she closes her eyes momentarily.

Then a retort makes its way from Y/N’s throat to the tip of her tongue.

He cuts her incoming remark off by his lips upon hers.

-x-x-x-x-

A.N.: i went unhinged with 6.7k didn't i?

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2021 Megaman Summer Fanart Contest Rules Thread *CLOSED*

Time to beat the summer heat once again! Summer contests have been a bit more sporadic than Valentine's contests, but this will technically the 10th one that I've held over the years. (I’m rushing this before work, so forgive me for any typos or things that need better clarification. Just let me know, if I need to fix or clarify something)

Two categories, in which you are allowed to submit one entry for each category, if you would like. If you place in one category, you will be automatically disqualified from the other, for reasons of fairness, and to give other people a chance to win a prize. 

Both of these themes lean more to creativity and design, so once again, I will not be splitting it up into the usual talent and humor categories. Even though humor is not a basis for either theme, feel free to still have fun and make us laugh with your entry, if you want to!

CATEGORY 1:  A cool summer DiVE

Last summer, we were treated to the magnificence that is watermelon Chill Penguin in Rockman X DiVE. It was so...strange and different...that we all had a good laugh, but were also left craving more. The swimsuit outfits just focused on a few ladies, and left the guys out, to a little uproar from the fanbase. So, let's take things into our own hands. 

For this category, I'd like you to create a new Rockman X DiVE summer-themed character(s) and special weapon. It can be a playable character, boss, etc., however you'd like to tackle it. 

Create your finest pink flamingo Overdrive Ostriches, Lemonade Aqua Man's, speedo Axl's, and Avalanche Yeti multi-color sno cone sprayer-toting bikini Hope Stelar's for me! Because it's the only way I'll ever have playable Akane...*ahem*

      Content Requirements:      * Megaman character(s) of your choice redesigned into a summer-themed             Rockman X DiVE design/skin      * Along with the summer character, create a new summer-themed weapon             design, for us to waste thousands of EM in the capsule, but never pull due           to the low rates...

CATEGORY 2: Ride the Big Wave

Ken Suther is getting ready to hang ten, but he needs a cool new Megaman-themed board to ride the big wave this summer! So he's holding a surfboard design contest at his Big Wave shop, with the winner getting displayed in the battle card store.

For this category, I'd like you to create a Megaman-themed surfboard design for your favorite characters to hit the beach with. On top of art with the board design, put it into use, and draw your favorite character(s) riding the waves on that board.

      Content Requirements:

     * A creative surfboard design that contains something Megaman-related into         the design      * Put that new board into use, drawing a scene with your favorite                           character(s) hitting the water, in some sort of surfing-themed art

PRIZES:

Covid has not been fully defeated across the globe, and I learned the hard way in March that postal prices are still insanely expensive to ship, especially overseas. So the main prizes for winners will still be cash this summer, sent via Paypal. Hopefully next year I can bring back physical prizes.

The winners in each category will receive the following:

1st Place: $100 USD  2nd Place: $75 USD  3rd Place: $50 USD 

SUBMISSION GUIDELINES:

When you submit, I would prefer you to include the following information in this format, along with your entry:

• (Your name/preferred alias) – As much as I usually know who you are, there’s always someone new or somebody who has a different preference from what their email name says.

• (Category this entry is for) – You can either say 1 or 2, or DiVE/Wave

Only submit your own work, as usual. Any character, major or minor, from any series is allowed. OCs are allowed, as long as your art contains at least one canon Megaman character.

As always, participants are allowed to submit from all over the world.

Paypal is still the preferred method for cash prize payouts. Please have a valid account to receive your winnings.

Youngin's, get your parents permission before entering.

Entries do not need to be colored, but it is preferred. The more effort put into things as always, the better chance you have!

Entries can either be e-mailed to me at rock2125[at]hotmail[dot]com, or you can just PM/note me a link to your pic.

DO NOT post your pics in this journal, your dA galleries, Twitter, tumblr blogs, other sites, etc. until the contest is over. This is the fairest way for competitive reasons. I prefer to keep them all secret until the deadline has passed.

I'll edit a confirmed entry list in this thread when I receive them. So you won't be in the dark about whether or not I've received your entry.

DEADLINE:

The deadline for this contest will be

Tuesday, August 31st, 2021 by 11:59PM, global end of day.

This gives you close to 3 months to finish your entry!

MISCELLANEOUS INFO:

As usual, If you don't plan to enter, but would like to help me judge, please let me know through DM or mention so here. Never hurts to have extra opinions on all the entries.

Bug me with questions if you have any. Please join in, and good luck to everyone who enters!

Confirmed Entries:  

Cat. 1 - @aw-colorcat, @firemanshug, Ryan Vogler, RockmanHQ, @digitallyfanged, Mattasaurs, Vincent Nolan, Algaae, @annvolans​, @subzeroiceskater​, 

Cat. 2 - AbilityField, @aw-colorcat, NightopianFoxGirl, @stephodell, ColeManX, Moogy, @mosketches​, @subzeroiceskater​, 

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[antiloreolympus]

12 Anti LO Asks

1. STOP why are those two panels of her trying to not be a bringer of death literally two obviously different pink hues???? hello??? does this comic not have quality control??

2.Alrighty, read the recent chapter (not the fast pass but the one before) and I have questions

So like, All the side characters are back now I guess? (Also I totally forgot that Artemis went to visit Hermes - how many chapters ago was that even?)

Did... Thanatos and Daphne get together / move in together off screen?? Why is there random narration all of a sudden when LO has Never had it before? (At least that I can remember) - and who's narrating?? Why does one of the side characters need to die? Am I supposed to be invested after RS ignored them for like 20 chapters? (At least its a break from the super slow burn of HxP)

Is this going to effect the overarching plot at all? Do you think RS is gonna try and flip the myths again? (Eros + Psyche, Echo + Narcissus, Apollo + Daphne, etc. Thanatos?)

Also, yeah whats been going on with Hera since she had that Kronos premonition? Why does Daphne sound so happy / smug about Demeters probable heart attack when she eventually finds out about Persephone being in the underworld with Hades? (Whenever RS gets to that).

And what happened to Zeus being all pissy with Persephone and the Trial?

Why are there so many unconnected plot threads? I cant keep up with them all! (It also doesn't help that RS just expects readers to remember all this info after ignoring it - like Artemis going to visit Hermes).

3. If we're being completely blunt and honest here... There's no happy ending for LO. Even if RS ends it on LO Hades and Persephone being "happily" married, you can tell by his past actions that LO Hades will just keep "switching out" for "newer models", so to speak. He'll keep getting mistresses. He'll keep financially manipulating women until they get away from him (one way or another).

4. ok but as a character designer? red and pink are KNOWN CLASHERS. there's a reason ariel's marketing is all in a green/teal/purple gown now instead of the pink one she wears in the movie. pink + red, especially a very saturated, blue-undertoned pink like persephone is, are a HUGE ARTISTIC NO-NO. she needs to get a refund from whatever color theory teacher she had because they l i e d to her.

5. ok but. how cool would it have been if it was trans persephone, and kore was her stand-in (similar to a deadname, but not quite the same) until she decided on her official new name, persephone? if smythe wanted a name-change so bad she could have done so much cooler, better stuff. mtf persephone would make 'becoming a queen/princess' SO much more significant. girl you were already an heiress to begin with stfu.

6. i say this as a transgender man: sometimes smythe's art legit looks like rcdart's stuff. the  weird racial features, the huge hips and tits, the dorito-men? she's cis rcdart.

7. when its the korean imported stuff the webtoons team has to market it themselves and do as best as they can, off the translations, but western made stuff like LO has the creators all input on the marketing (duh, they made the images and banners) so the "Hell" connection is very much Rachel's doing, which kinda implies she doesn't exactly know the Hades mythology or even seems to care if Hell seems more "spicy" and "sexy".

8. no more persephone x hades. if the antis hate us making OCs so much, someone should design cyane! you know. the nymph who literally died trying to protect her?

9. To that one anon - about Apollo needing to drive the sun chariot - Helios is still up there. He could perform the duty of leading the sun across the sky. 

10. oh lo apollo is pretty clearly based off someone rachel knew and was harmed by IRL, which like if that's so then go to therapy? get help? dont take out your issues on a real god from a real place and pretend you're the second coming for homer for the bastardization of a real country's mythology and culture.

11. So you guys know that famous statue "the rape of Persephone"? I think RS took it a little too literally. While the title states 'rape' its more of an allusion to kidnapping than anything else.

Or perhaps it's titled like that to draw a comparison between the violation of Persephone's personhood, her identity and her lack of agency in the situation.

I mean, when people hear the name Persephone they tend to think of Hades wife and the story of how she was kidnapped against her will.

I think perhaps RS saw the statue and confused rape with kidnapping - or decided to conflate the two. She wanted persephone to be kidnapped And raped (for plot reasons), and thus, further stripped away Persephone's agency regarding the situation (because in some versions of the myth after Persephone is kidnapped she finds she is actually ok with the underworld so long as Hades treats her with respect - which he does).

But because RS wants Hades to be the MVP she decided (for some reason) the villify Apollo (who yes, Demeter mythologically does have beef with, but Not for that reason). 

12. Alright hold on a moment - in some versions of the myth Persephone Did wander down to the underworld by herself (because, if I recall, she heard the sorrow filled voices of the dead and wanted to help them) - and in some versions of the myth Hades isnt even present - its just Persephone ruling the underworld by herself like the badass queen she is.

Also, yes - Demeter was a loving mother who grieved for her daughter and she had every right too - but I wouldn't say Persephones kidnapping was entirely Hades' fault (as the comic points out Zeus "gifted" Persephone to Hades *real Dad of the year there*).

Also also in some versions of the myth of the Kidnapping of Persephone - Hades is noted as a pretty mild mannered God - he is respectful of Persephone and seems to love her (and yes, depending on the myth Persephone either ate the pomegranate seeds on purpose or because Hades tricked her) - there are many different variations of the myth. There isnt really a "agreed upon narrative" by everyone - as far as I know.

I think most versions of the story state that neither Hades nor Demeter were pleased with Zeus decision to have Persephone stay 6 months with each of them, but because she ate the pomegranate seeds it was a kind of rule that she had to stay for each seed she ate, hence the 6 months.

If you guys want to get some more broad details of the myth I suggest OSP's "Hades and Persephone" video - which goes a bit more into the canon.

So overall I would say, yes Demeter was a loving mother who grieved her daughter (who was stolen - in most versions) AND Hades was comparatively a decent husband, despite his flaws. Both these statements can coexist - I promise. 

#anti lo #anti lore olympus #lore olympus critical #lo critical

[the-darklings]

Not gonna lie, Lucien grabbed me by the throat since the first attack on V and then my heart by the sewers scene ;; if you have time, could you mayhabs give us Luci stans a lil something with V? 👀

nature of doubt.

⤫ notes: so this is actually based in that original world I keep alluding to post-coa and uh,, Lucien and V actually have a very different relationship here (tho this piece isn’t considered entirely canon for them, either) and you’re getting a backseat into that relationship. Lucien/Reader is established here - more or less, considering how he is.

⤫ pairing: lucien x f!reader (+clara (oc!v)

⤫ word count: 4.4k+

“You can’t keep doing this.”

Your feet halt sharply at the sound of those words, startled into an acute silence.

The night hums around you, and you lean against the side of the greenhouse, peering through the blur of the glass. Humid heat keeps you warm from the night chill and you slow your breaths in order to hear better. You’ve come up to the terrace because you couldn’t sleep for the life of you, caught in your turbulent thoughts as you were.

Lucien being back should make you happy but something is different this time. You’ve kissed him and hugged the moment he came close enough to touch, and that might have led to a long and strenuous session in your shared bed. Bites and kisses and nails against the skin—just him, raw and passionate, and…

He always comes back from his disappearances with an appetite of a starved man—cruel, dangerous, prowling thing. Always dancing on that line of pain and pleasure. Never pushing more than you ask but there had been a strange detachment this time, a drift you know he felt as well.

Something, this time, felt emptier than usual. For both of you.

Coming up here so late has been more about getting some fresh air to clear your mind and get rid of that gnawing, traitorous whisper of soft brown hair. Hazel eyes and shoulder against yours when you replanted one of hundred plants in her greenhouse.

And it’s because of that, that you recognise the owner of that low, smooth feminine voice that speaks.

“Doing what?”

Of course, it’s him. Of course, the two most nocturnal members of the Pit of Vipers are the ones you have managed to stumble upon.

Instincts scream at once. They’re beyond dangerous individually much less together, and if they caught you spying they might be angry. Disappointed. That thought sits like curdled milk inside your stomach, tart and bitter.

Still. There is something that moves your body. Some need, a draw.

Leaning over the edge of the greenhouse, you spot the shadowed figures of Clara and Lucien. The latter stands with his back to you, his wispy blonde hair loose in the wind, a mess from your running your fingers through it earlier. Hungry. You had been just as hungry and just as needy for his touch.

Yet for some reason it…

It hadn’t been the same.

You love him so much, you do, and you think that maybe—just maybe—there is something inside his chest too. A small, fond thing you so rarely catch glimpses of but know is there.

Clara, on other hand, stands with her arms crossed over her chest, one side of her face bathed with terrace lights. It cuts a terrible, steely line—one dark, one light; and you suppose that’s only right too.

She’s tense though, her stare set as she drills holes into the side of Lucien’s pale head.

You know full well that is a terrifying position to be in. Her stare is downright chilling on a good day. Even more so when she’s angry. It’s made worse, you think, by the fact that she has a face that looks like it should be smiling. It’s a face made for kindness.

She hasn’t smiled once since you’ve met her. It stings more because you know she used to. Noah told you as much once; a sad, thoughtful expression crumpling his sharp, friendly features with sorrow.

Not since him.

The one no one speaks of openly, and certainly not Clara herself. A man with glaciers in his eyes, and tar-black heart.

“Disappearing like you do,” she says flatly, a fine lace of irritation in her voice.

Lucien clicks his tongue, shaking his head in amusement. “It’s what I’ve always done,” he returns dismissively. And you know that it’s an answer that will not go down well. He disappeared for so long you were starting to doubt he would ever return. Clara, since then, had been even more solitary and distant. You’ve always thought that Lucien needed her more than she needed him but this disappearance has proven different. “How is this time any different?”

She doesn't respond right away. It’s as if considering his question, wondering if he actually means those words and you swallow.

You shouldn't be here.

This is a private conversation and yet…

You’ve been just as disappointed by his actions. And you know that if you asked he would not answer.

He answers to no one but her—his leader, the only one he trusts and has chosen—and perhaps that’s the only way for you to get a glimpse into him as well. Find out where his head is at.

It was not so long ago that their bond used to make you jealous and insecure. A tiny part of you still has doubts—it’s hard not to, not with the looks they share, the mute acceptance between them, the way you sometimes just find them sitting together, shoulder to shoulder—but ever since Lucien’s last disappearance something has changed.

“You were gone for months,” she states briskly, her voice icy, and a shiver races down your spine hearing it. She doesn’t raise her voice. It’s smooth, controlled; a pleasant, ordinary string of words. She stands there, and simply looks at him, and it’s terrible somehow. “Even Step couldn’t find you. I couldn’t find you,” she adds after a slight pause, the tiniest of catches in her voice.

You’ve heard that catch a handful of times in the past. Mostly in the shadowed greenery of her greenhouse. Where you sometimes found the viper curled up and resting, hiding away from the world. You’ve tried sitting by her like Lucien sometimes does. It made you feel special, near euphoric the first time she allowed you to hold her hand in silent comfort. The first time she leaned her head on your shoulder.

The way she had sagged against you—atlas on her shoulders, expression fragile, soft—had stuck with you for a long time. So long, you can’t help but see it now.  

This is the first fracture you’ve seen in her demeanour in weeks though. She’s so controlled for how Lucien is untamed. But demons that stir under the Viper’s skin might be worse than his and somehow…

That thought is as thrilling as it is terrifying.  

The blonde doesn’t take much note of her words. Still staring out towards the twinkling New York streets. “Yes, I imagine it was rather annoying for him,” he says, deliberately avoiding her softer admission, an open fear. “Such a pity.”

It's wrong to say. Right now when every muscle in Clara’s body seems to have gone so taut with tension she bristles. Then, follows fire.

It thickens the air and even some distance away, hugged and hidden away by the shadows, you can feel something volatile bubbling in the air between them. It becomes near suffocating the longer Lucien remains impassive and disinterested in their conversation.

You’ve never seen him show fear, but perhaps, this once, he’s aiming for someone who can remind him of the feeling.

He knows it, too, you conclude when his head finally turns in her direction.

“I do it for you,” he snarls lowly, practically spitting the words, his grip on the railing tightening. “If I didn’t leave, I would skin your loyal little snakies and give you their skins as a present. By the time I came back to myself, it would already be too late, and you would hate me for taking them away from you. You would kill me for it, and maybe I would let you.”

Your heart slams into your throat at his calm, chillingly logical explanation.

You knew—to some degree—that him leaving was about protecting others as much as it was about allowing Lucien that room to roam. It’s hard to feel trapped, tied down, to something when you’ve spent years being treated as no better than an animal.

It makes you value that freedom just that much more.  

Your lungs burn yet you feel too afraid to inhale lest you miss her reply.

The woman is silent for a leaden, disturbing moment and you feel your heartbeat accelerate the longer she remains quiet.

“Do you really think you mean so little to me?” comes her chilling whisper of a question and goosebumps tickle across the length of your arms. “That I would kill you?”

She laughs but it’s an unpleasant, cold thing that makes you think of a viper circling her prey and Lucien’s chin tilts at the challenge, at the mocking tilt of her inquiry. “You may act like you don’t care for them but could you really kill them? Just like that?” she demands, her tone sharpening as if she’s wielding one of her blades. “Kill her?”

Your heart thuds; once, twice.

You’re not sure what you feel more surprised at.

The fact that she’s pushing or that she sounds so furious at the mere prospect.

It’s them, you remind yourself hurriedly, ignoring the flush of heat you feel in response to the honeyed, poisonous edge you catch in her words, not what she’s saying.

Yet it feels like a weak argument even in your own mind.  

Lucien pushes back from the railing, clenching his fingers experimentally, humming lightly under his breath before offering his verdict, “I won’t even hesitate.”

“You’re lying.”

It’s sharp, and immediate dismissal. So knowing that you don’t even doubt the call out because she knows him better than anyone. They’re two beasts snapping jaws and snarling and it makes for a beautiful sight. Captivating despite the danger. 

The terror you should feel around them doesn’t come. That should probably concern you more. You’re not helpless but getting even more tangled with these people is a death sentence.

Lucien steps closer to the leader of the Vipers, and it’s only then that you notice that his white shirt is still unbuttoned. His skin often feels cold to the touch but he’s never once complained about it. The pale canvas of his flesh is marred by scars and faint bruises alike. You’ve tasted them, traced them with your tongue just a few hours ago—so even though you can’t see them clearly, you know they’re there.

“Funny thing. Lies. Like you lie to yourself daily, I imagine, hm?” Lucien’s voice slices through the night air, fills it, stretches it into something even tenser. “You walk around like you want to destroy everything in your path yet you still hold yourself back,” he spits knowingly, his voice slipping into harshness, and his eyes narrow, inspecting the woman before him intently. “He still clings to you and you let him. Still love him.”

He spits the word love out so hatefully you nearly flinch. Like no bigger crime could be committed against him.

His throat grows tense, tendons trembling, and in that moment he looks near feral. Livid.

Because she’s in pain, you think sadly, and he wasn’t there for her, and now she carries it.

It saddens you.

“You have no right,” it’s a warning, a hiss of a statement.

Lucien comes undone in a span of a second.

His arm snaps out, locking behind the slim curve of her neck, his fingers sinking into the nape. He doesn’t drag her forward, he drags himself to her. She lets him, and that surprises you more. She watches him from beneath her heavy, quietly furious brow, silent.

“I have every right!” he fires back, his stare brimming, and he briefly presses their foreheads together but his next words are cruel, “When we crawled out of that filth it was you and me. And then you let some fucker steal you. Do this to you.”

She rips out of his grip with speed that’s a blur, her teeth flashing, “Then maybe you shouldn’t have abandoned me!”

Pain in her voice is like a whip against your skin and heart. They rip into you, linger under your skin. Is that how she felt? All this time. Alone. With no one to turn to.

It...

“You know that’s rich, Lucien,” she continues, her voice a low growl. “You really think I don’t see how you are with (Name)? Did you really assume you could hide something like that from me?”

Your gut coils at her tone. She sounds...small.

And then her words…

Oh.

Oh.

She must think…

Does she feel like Lucien is replacing her with you? It’s true that you have bonded and grown closer together but…

God, doesn’t she realise no one could come even close to her for Lucien? You’ve accepted their bond long ago though it took time and a lot of battling insecurities that still crop up to do so.

It’s startling to realise that she has even more of those. That beneath a woman who has carved her way into power with such ruthless efficiency is still, at the end of the day, just human. Capable of wounds and bleeding. Doubts and diffidence. It gives her a different light, a human light, one that makes you want to hold her hand again. Feel the fold of her long fingers around yours.

“Ah, my pretty girl,” Lucien begins, sighing softly, his voice silky with tendrils of desire, hunger. So he’s concluded the same, then. Based on his sudden change in topic. “She’s a greedy thing. I see how she watches you, too. A heart so eager and big she doesn’t know what to do with it. So eager to give...and take,” he purrs, his tongue wetting his lips, and you choke down a breath at the memory of that searing tongue on your body. “At least I can say that about her. Can you say the same about your spider?”

You suck in a breath, holding it in your lungs, wide-eyed and unsteady.

Why is he goading her like this? Does this truly get under his skin so much? No—you know it does. Lucien has a greediness of a child who never got toys or enough food growing up. Eager hands and darker eyes. Constantly clawing for more, claiming everything he touches and hoarding it, ready to bite and snarl at any hand that tries to take his things away from him.

He’s considered her his own long before he even knew you. That same silent burn of mine, mine, mine rages in his gaze every time he looks at either of you.

“Do not speak of him, Lucien,” this time her voice is soft, deceptively so, a fragment of a warning that’s the last second of stillness before a viper strikes. “This is the only warning I will give you,” she adds.

Lucien’s head shakes. “Wipe him away,” he warns in return, his voice ice. “Do it, Clara, because if he destroys you, I will scatter his remains across this Earth. He will know agony long before I grant him death. Let her in.”

This time your heart jumps straight to your throat and stays there, beating and trembling, trying to flutter away.

“She’s not a thing for you to decide what to do with.”

There’s an edge to her voice, to her stance. They’re both tense, their shoulders taut as they glare at one another.

You’ve never seen them fight before. Not once. The fact that you’re the topic of their conversation…

Lucien snorts, shaking his head back and forth. “I’m only stating what you noticed long ago,” he says knowingly. “What my pretty girl wants even if she won’t admit it to herself yet,” a pause, and he licks his lips again, his head turning to stare right into the darkness, into the spot where you’re standing, “Isn’t that right, my brave foolish girl?”

Your muscles stiffen with shock. Your flee instincts scream at you to get away but you only stare at them numbly.

Clara doesn’t look surprised by his words, either. Did she know too? This whole time? Then why let you listen to this. Why—

“Don’t be shy,” he coaxes, his voice beguiling and gentle; a dangerous purr. “Come on out.”

You shouldn’t.

They’re…

Too much, too dangerous—you called them a death sentence only minutes prior, and you know you’re right.

Yet you step onto the terrace and straight into the jaws of two awaiting snakes who watch your every step with rapt intensity.

It’s an effort to keep your steps steady and spine straight. Under their stares, you become intimately aware of every stitch of clothing on you. Namely the fact that you’re in nothing but loose V-shirt and worn sweatpants, having pulled on the first thing on hand before departing your room in restless haste.

The intensity of their regard makes you feel like you’re naked, however.

Gulping a quiet breath you try to ignore the way Lucien traces the dip of your collarbone where a love bite is still visible. He sucked on the skin relentlessly, following that with a scattering of open-mouthed kisses, soothing the twinge of the ache.

“I…” you try and sigh. “Sorry. It was rude of me to listen. I…”

Your voice fades when Lucien steps towards you, his footsteps inaudible but purposeful. Same hunched shouldered, tense prowl of a gait, his arm encircling your waist the moment he’s close enough. You lean into his touch despite your wariness, your breath tickling against his exposed skin but over his narrow shoulder, you can’t help but watch Clara.

Dark jumper, messy braid over her shoulder, and sunken cheeks. Tired smudges sit under her eyes, her stare empty, and she looks…

Sad.

There is no particular expression on her face—she’s not that obvious, and he taught her well, you suppose—but the air around her seems to be teeming with some melancholic ache.

Lucien’s mouth brushes over your ear, nipping once, and you expect a shiver of shame or embarrassment to flood through you but it doesn’t. It doesn’t feel wrong to have her witness these things, to watch Lucien’s rare show of intimacy so closely.

The argument between them seems to be forgotten, for now, all of you caught in your own spells. Lucien’s mouth drags downwards, his teeth scraping against the hollow of your throat and you gasp softly.

The sound seems to snap Clara out of her daze, and her expression tightens in a blink. You still can’t get over how pale and tired she looks. Worn. Everything about her seems to be muted today. It’s then that you also recall that you haven’t seen her the whole day. When you asked Hector he had only barked a harsh she’s busy and you had retreated after that, noting his foul mood—more so than usual.

Why?

You try to think if this day holds some sort of significance and—

Oh, oh, oh.

It must be today.

Your stomach sinks at the realisation. So hard and suddenly the sensation of Lucien’s mouth fades just for a second. Because just like that the man’s return also makes sense. He returned so he would be here just in case she needs him.

Two years since the night she was taken in Tokyo.

There must be so much turmoil in her today. No wonder you haven’t seen her out and about and now, out here, in the private space between them, her guard has worn far quicker than usual.

Lucien presses you flush against him and hums a pleased sound when you sigh at the feeling of his lips skimming over your jaw. His head tilts then, staring at Clara over his shoulder.

“You’ve made your point,” she snips the moment he does, her voice throaty.

She stalks past you both, her jaw set and lips pressed to a hard line. Your actions are instinct alone.

Your fingers wrap around her wrist, partially jerking from Lucien’s hold to catch her in your grip. Last time you’ve done something like this she flinched and yanked her arm away with a heated glare. This time she freezes, tensing, but doesn’t pull out of your hold. Her steady, strong pulse beats against your palm and you inhale at the contact.

Last time you touched her had been when she told you her real name.

Clara, Clara, Clara.

With her hands knuckle deep in a pot, a smear of dirt across the freckled nose, and near content look in her eyes. You know she never demands. Yet each member chooses to cement their loyalty to the Pit in their own time and on their own terms. Once the snake tattoo marks their skin, it’s forever. In return, Clara gives them her own name—the ultimate sign of acceptance.

You don’t have a snake tattoo. Yet she had given you her name still. She had noted your startled expression before it morphed and bloomed into a bright grin. That seemed to have startled her more.

When you had hugged her—breathing her in, absorbing her warmth, and savouring the comfort that comes with such simple affection—she had stood there, not moving. It took her several minutes to fully relax, melt into you with a sigh so gentle you barely felt it.

Now, your hand is on her skin again, even if circumstances are so different.

“Don’t go,” you say, fighting back the urge to tug her towards you. “Stay.”

Lucien shifts around you—another snake coiling—but he’s waiting and watching. Almost vibrating with energy you have no name for. Arm around your waist, hand resting lightly on your lower stomach, but you feel his stare digging into her.

He’s eager to see how she will react.

This. This feels right.

Lucien at your side and you holding onto her. A unit, a chain of energy. A thrill rushes through your hand and right to your heart at that conclusion; hot and fierce.

Those dark eyes peer at you, and there is something in her gaze—maybe longing, maybe regret—but it blows out like a candle in a stiff breeze.

Her stare goes to Lucien briefly and she tugs her wrist free. Your expression falls the moment cool night air kisses your palm instead.

Clara turns and disappears down the staircase. Her room is on this floor, just below the terrace and you listen to her fading footsteps. The disappointment you feel stings, bubbles in your chest and you pull your hand back, folding your fingers into a loose fist.

Lucien hisses under his breath, displeased, muttering something in French. His nails scratch against your stomach as he pulls his hand away.

“Why did you do that?” you demand quietly.

A soft breath and quick, hard kiss against your head, his fingers sinking into your shoulder.

“Because I will not let her run anymore,” he mutters coldly, and it carries through the night air, making you shiver.

Turning in his hold, you stare at him.  

“Have you two ever…”

He reads into your meaning without you having to force the words out. You’re immensely grateful for it.

“No.”

Your throat aches but you still wonder, “Kissed?”

“Yes. Once,” blunt and straightforward as always. For once, you find yourself appreciating that. “We both thought we were going to die, and neither of us wanted our last memory to be of rotting in pain and alone. Our humanity stripped away.”

You step out of his embrace, mulling that over. You can’t even begin to imagine what that would be like. Feeling that level of desperation. That lack of hope and despair. That kiss had nothing to do with desire and everything to do with comfort, with a need to cling to something so ordinary yet human in what they perceived to be their last moments alive.

“It’s today, isn’t it?” you finally ask, your words soft, thoughtful. “When she was taken. That’s why you came back. Because you knew she would need you,” you add knowingly, staring up at him.

Lucien stares back at you wordlessly. He doesn’t need to waste his breath and verbalize it for you to know you’re right.  

“She needs us both,” he concludes and there is no room for argument in that statement—for him, it's an absolute, a known fact. “She’s just too wrapped up in him to realise that.”

Him. It always comes back to him.  

The seething rage lingers in Lucien’s soft words, practically spat, certainly damning. Yet you never expected him to be as accepting of this as he has been.

“Why aren’t you mad?” you wonder, watching his profile, the dips of his skin illuminated by the artificial lights. In this moment he’s a wraith, a spirit, a restless ghost. “At the thought that I might…”

Do feel something for a woman you shouldn’t. Did that make you selfish? You often felt selfish for simply wanting Lucien. For hoping that one day he will be able to make peace with his demons and stay with you.

You can’t help but wonder if the woman who reminds you of a beautiful, haunted house could ever, possibly, let her demons go too.

Could...could she feel the same?

Your blood warms at the thought, your mind cycling through every moment shared with her over these last several months. Combing them for any signs and...

“Why would I be, pretty girl?” he retorts with a tsk and a cutting glance. He reaches out, fingers caressing the length of your chin. “I have no intention of choosing, you’re capable of loving us both I know that, and she needs to learn happiness again.”

You lean into his touch, your eyes fluttering shut, savouring the contact. There is that greediness in his hold when he drags you to him. You follow. This time there is new conflict but the energy between you seems to be back, settled. Pressing your forehead against his bare collar, you shiver at how cold he feels to the touch but feel happy at this return.

The missing piece finally has a name.  

“What did he do to her?” you mumble against his skin, so desperate to understand what no one is willing to share with you.

You want Clara to tell you herself, one day, but until she’s ready, if ever...

Lucien's voice is dark and low, barely audible when he answers, “He made her love him.”

You doubt anyone can make someone love another person. Not really. But now can’t help but wonder if Lucien feels like that man stole the Clara he knew—Clara that smiled—away from him and that’s what boils his blood. Something that he considered his own was taken from him and he was powerless to stop it.

“And did he love her back?”

He was a fool if he didn’t.

Lucien is quiet for a long, long time after that question, and you feel him staring out towards the twinkling skyline.

“There is a reason why he’s still alive.” 

. . .

an: yeah, little to no context and I don’t really expect anyone to read this or care but if you did and happen to enjoy it thank you very much for giving it a chance! love you guys lots. this was written a solid month back so discord gang this is familiar to you lot *wiggles eyebrows*  

#oc x reader #oc writing #original writing #reader insert #c: lucien #c: clara #s: we are bound #v: npfh #i said reader is here for both and what of it? also yeah oc!v/clara is bi too so (blows kisses) #anon #asks

[demxninyourdrexms]

The Lost Boys (1987) FF: Here Until Forever

{poly!lost boys x OC x Michael x Star}

Rating:  18+ (explicit) for all the reasons below

WARNINGS:  cursing/strong language, canon/OC physical altercations/violence, blood/gore/drugs/alcohol, adult activities (smoking, smut, kinks, polyamory, group sex, etc),  vampirism,  angst, death,  non consensual blood drinking.

A/N: First work I’ve done in YEARS after putting down the pen and notebook. I apologize if it goes all over the place or seems like a cluster f*ck. Honestly proud of the fact that I picked it back up again after....8 or so years? But yeah here ya go ha heathens.

The night settled in over Santa Carla as the boardwalk lights slowly lit up in sections. The boys were already out and about causing little bits of trouble. Star and Laddie had already gone off on their own, walking along down at the end of the boardwalk. Naturally, they stay closer to the stage to hear the music. They had just added the boy to the band of lost souls, and Star had been the one to watch over him when Dwayne wasn’t there. It had seemed like a normal night for the group in the sleepy little beach town. David led the troupe of boys around the rest of the attractions, causing a little ruff and tumble trouble here and there and getting kicked off the merry go round again.

 They listened to David, always have. More than how they were supposed to towards their ‘creator’, Max. They saw him as a joke, and even questioned how they even came to be in such a situation with him as their so-called father. David never trusted him nor liked him and had more presence within the group to direct them than he ever did. Max didn’t even treat them like his own, nor even like they were pretending to be: human.

They dealt with it, like they were supposed to do. Like they were told to, not by David, or Max, or even by their own volition. Max came to believe he was more capable of handling them and took too much pride in it. He wasn’t their ‘father’, far from it if anything, a filler. A pretty stage front for the humans so they could continue to lurk within the shadows. Max had gotten too much of an ego, and it was beginning to get to a point where even David was refraining from killing him himself. It was bad enough, that he had to be put in his place.

Star led Laddie towards one of the carnival games as the sea of people parted for what appeared to be a car meet up at the end of the pier. Cars filed in one by one, some full of inebriated party goers, others old time car junkies. Even a group of local bikers showed up to relax and talk about the metal death machines. Star smiled and watched as Laddie had managed to win a prize from the game and came darting over to Star to present her with the stuffed bear.

“Star! Star! Look, I won!” the brown-haired boy jumped up and down as he held it up for her to take.

Star’s face lit up and she hugged the bear tight to her. She leaned down and kissed his cheek as he hugged her around the waist. “It’s perfect, Laddie. We’ll set it on the bed with the other ones.”

He beamed up at her and took her hand as they headed down the boardwalk towards the carnival entrance. They got about a third of the way down the strip when Star stopped in her stride, frozen and holding onto Laddie’s hand tight. He looked up at her and frowned, seeing the look of shock across her face. He was still too young to understand, too pure. He could feel the change but couldn’t link it up to what it was or why he could feel it. Laddie was an innocent just as much as Star, and even then, was too new to this life.

“Star? What’s wrong?”

She could feel the shift in atmosphere around them, she knew he could too but didn’t understand quite yet. She also knew that if they could feel it from this far away, that David and the boys could too. It was strong and heavy, but also protecting, almost drawing them in towards the source. She tugged Laddie to her side and wrapped an arm around him tightly as she finally saw what seemed to be the source. An all-black ’76 mustang came around the corner and cruised down the walkway. The closer it got, the stronger the feeling got. The windows were so tinted that Star couldn’t see inside as it slowly crept by the two. The engine revved as it passed them and proceeded down towards the end of the pier where the car meet was happening.

David sat at a table with the boys closer to the end of the pier near the car meet. Marko and Paul sat behind him on the top of the table joking around with Dwayne leaning on a light pole near them. David went to light a cigarette when the feeling hit. He stopped with his lighter almost at the tip of the cigarette and glanced over at Dwayne, who looked almost as startled as he was. The joking stopped and they all looked between David and the direction the car was coming down the strip. He nodded towards Dwayne to find Laddie and Star, and quickly. Dwayne headed off after the two as Marko and Paul jumped up ready to go. David led them walking down the boardwalk as the car got closer to them. He wanted to go to it, to smile at it, but kept walking. He couldn’t draw attention or concern amongst the group. He knew who it was, and he knew that they knew. It was best to not do a reunion here in the middle of a sea of meat sacks.

Once it got right next to them, a small smirk did creep across his lips and he whispered,

 “Hey gorgeous.”

In his head he heard the faint voice back, a woman’s voice. Soft, yet radiating dominance and fondness.

“Hey handsome.”

The car revved its engine again and kept going on towards the end of the pier. David continued down the strip with Marko and Paul in tow, they reached the entrance gates and went straight for their bikes. Dwayne was already waiting with Star, Laddie on the back of his own bike. Star was talking quietly to him about how they would get him another bear when they came back tomorrow, as he had dropped it somewhere in the scramble to get back to meet up with the others. She looked over at David with a deep frown across her lips and a look of concern in her eyes. He held his hand up as a gesture for her to ease up, it wasn’t a danger to them. He went over and got on his bike, helping her onto the back of it as Dwayne leaned over to him.

“Didn’t think we’d get that sort of a hello when she came back.”

             David couldn’t help but smile now, Star wrapping her arms around him as he kicked up the stand of the bike and took on the weight. Marko looked over at them as he sat down on it with a raised eyebrow, toothpick in the corner of his mouth.

“We didn’t think she was comin’ back at all for a hot minute.”

Paul hit him on the shoulder and shook his head, but it was true. They had started to lose a bit of hope they had that they would be seeing that face again. David had even started to waiver in his faith he would hear her voice again. He looked down the length of the strip and smiled again before starting the bike. The rumble of the group echoed as they headed off into the distance to the cave. As the night went on and the activity died down, the same car rolled down the boardwalk slowly. It wasn’t in any hurry, as if looking at things, or for something. It came to a stop, and the driver got out as the headlights shone on a bear left in the middle of the walkway. She had dark, black wavy hair to match the car. The sound of the leather and metal buckles of her jacket was the only other thing that could be heard besides the click of heels on the wood panels of the strip. Stopping at the bear, she bent down to pick it up, lips donned with dark red lipstick forming into a soft smile as she looped the tag into the chain of her belt. She casually walked back to the car and got in, driving off into the soft lights of the sunrise as it threatened to break the horizon.

Star sat on the bed beside Laddie, who was curled up asleep as David walked out to check on them. Dwayne told him how Star reacted towards the events at the boardwalk, hoping he would go and ease some of her worry. Star and Laddie were new, and even though Star knew how things worked a little more, it didn’t change the fact that Laddie was turned while this old face was gone and wasn’t aware they had gained more family to her knowledge. Star had been turned before this person left, and didn’t know exactly how she would behave towards her, and especially Laddie. He was a kid, a child that was brought into a world of constant upheaval and life stagnancy. He couldn’t age, have friends outside the group, anything. He still questions why people say he’s missing on milk cartons or when they realize who he is and they have to be dealt with. 

He didn’t even understand why they had to leave all of a sudden, and why he felt funny when that car came around. He was just a kid, trapped in a world of endless rotation. Star traced David’s movements as he approached the side of the bed. He looked over towards Laddie slightly as he stood in the open darkness they called home for so long. He could feel Star tense up slightly as she looked down at her lap.

“She’s not going to hurt the kid, ya know.”

Star’s frown hardened and she looked up at him with cold eyes. “He’s just a boy, she doesn’t believe children should be given the life we have.”

“Yeah, well there’s more to the reasoning I did it than you know, Star.” David frowned and glanced over at the sleeping kid on the other side of her. “And for your information, I was given permission.”

“How? She wasn’t even here.” Star spat out the words as if he was lying. The smirk on his face only boiled her anger even more. 

“You forget too quickly, Star. The bond can only go so far, and is strongest with a first turned. “ He lit a cigarette and looked her in the eyes. “She left, but she didn’t go far. She’s been watching at a distance, and knew why I wanted Laddie so bad. Same goes for you, especially you.”

Star looked at him still with ice in her eyes. They didn’t choose this life, but forced into an option they literally couldn’t refuse. None of them had a choice as to how they became what they are, and now it was the only thing they knew, the only thing they could do. 

“All we are is trophies to you, to her. We had lives-”

“Your life was hanging by a thread and that kid was left for dead in the streets by his junkie parents.” David snapped back, his words becoming colder now. “He didn’t go missing, he was dropped in the middle of the boardwalk and left to eat out of the garbage.” He forced himself to relax a little and sat down in the old hospital wheelchair they managed to salvage years ago. Taking a drag from the cigarette, he fixed his gaze on the ornate bottle on the table across the cave floor.

“We all had lives, Star. Some of them were going to be cut short, others were taken from us out of our own accord. We only get to live once in this world, and we all got a second chance to be able to experience it. No, it’s not how most of us would want it to be. No, it’s not ‘normal’, but it’s a life. One we get to mold as our own and paint it how we would want our old ones to be.” He paused, leaning forward in the chair. His eyes soft, even with his demeanor, he meant every word that fell from his lips to her.

“It doesn’t matter where we came from or our pasts, she took us in and gave us a way to see the world and enjoy the company of each other. A band of solo misfits that became family, friends, we have that in each other.”

Star paused for a moment before looking back down at her lap. She hated to admit it, but he had a point. They all had stories, past lives that were ripped from them or so messed up for a person that it wasn’t fair, but this wasn’t fair either to her. She kept her mouth shut, rather keeping quiet than starting a fight while Laddie slept. She looked out the opening of the cave to see the impending sunrise, as did David. He sighed deeply as he stood up, stepping on the cigarette he threw on the ground.

“The bear will be back by the time we wake up.” He mumbled and turned his back towards her and started walking towards the narrow opening to the rest of the cave where the boys slept. “Be a good girl for Zoya….”

Star flopped back onto the bed, frustrated and exhausted. They hadn’t felt the draw of an aura for a while, and all of them were fighting it as much as possible while in the public eye. She looked over at Laddie to make sure he was still asleep before curling up in the bed. She closed her eyes and sighed, the conversation didn’t help ease her worry or anger at all. She opened her eyes and looked over at the cave entrance again before turning her back to it and falling asleep.

#huf #here until forever #tlb ff #the lost boys ff #tlb oc #the lost boys oc #tlb 1987 #the lost boys 1987 #the lost boys #tlb #huf: ch 1 #here until forever: ch 1

[missallsundaes]

And allow me to ask about your selfships in flowers now, iris and zinnia

Both of these have a little bit diff answers to the rest.

Iris - Does your self insert for your f/os source material have a detailed and complex story and character arc, or are they just kind of vibing?

EVENTUALLY I will need to do a self ship post I can link too, because I have a different self insert for each of my top threes. The SIMPLE answer is they all have detailed backstories. The detailed answer I'll put under a cut at the bottom of this post.

Zinnia - how often do you think about your f/o? Do they live in your head rent free, or do you not think about them for months on end before suddenly hyperfixating on them nonstop for a week?

; w ; I feel like you've seen my blog, I never stop thinking about my boys. Sanji and Corazon occupy the most of my brain, but if I see Buggy I get emotional over him too.

OKAY SO HERE I GO about my self inserts. All three are me in personality, interests, and talents. All three have pink hair and green eyes, and glasses.

My s/i Ace x Sanji is an art historian from the South Blue.

They were traveling on a ship that was transporting priceless paintings from one island to another for an exhibition, when the ship was attacked by pirates after the artwork to sell for the Beri it would get them. They were one of only a couple of survivors of this attack, getting away on a scrap of wood that was floating that they managed to scramble on top of. They were rescued by the Straw Hats. This fits in canon timeline between Little Garden and Drum. They fall for Sanji very quickly, despite his bad habits, infatuated with his flirty nature and constant compliments. Despite Nami's warnings that he was like that with "all women," after they come out as nonbinary to Sanji during a heart to heart, he still treats them with the love and affection that made them fall for him. They bond while cooking together, taste testing each other's food and experimenting with new recipes at dinner for the crew. Make quick best friends with Usopp over mutual loves for drawing, plants, bugs, and being snipers. (They are trained in archery.) Jinbei reminds them of their late father, and they quickly get very attracted to the Fishman, looking up to him and asking him for guidance often. Other best friend is Robin, they bond over art history and how it related to archeology, she helps teach them to read poneglyphs so they can help her. [[Sometimes trio ship with Usopp bc I also love Usopp and Sanuso is my otp]]

My s/i Ace x Corazon is a Selkie from the North Blue. This OC is Canon Divergent

Info on Selkies (mostly based on Real World Mythos, but some tweaking done for OP Universe)

Legends Say that a man who finds a selkie for a wife are blessed with a beautiful obedient wife. At least that’s the human version of the tale. In the selkie world, it is a warning, a cautionary tale: never be caught by a human man, lest you have your coat stolen and never return to the sea. Selkies are generally only found in the farthest north points of the North Blue, where seals are abundant. True to legends, Selkies can shift between human and seal form with the use of their coats or seal skins. Selkies are thought to be rarer than mermaids, but due to the nature of their transformation, true numbers are unknown outside the community. When a selkie has her skin stolen she has a compulsion to marry the person who stole it, usually with discomfort to the selkie. If her coat is willingly given to a man, it must be willingly given back. Selkies sometimes bare children to the man they marry, but when they find the hiding place of their coat they will abandon these children to return to the sea. Some legends say that these children are sometimes visited or saved by large seals later in their lives. When selkies first transform, their coat is the clothes they are wearing, so they are naked until clothed in the human fashion.

My self insert specifically!

In seal form, they are a harp seal, dusty grey with dark spots. In human form they have long dusty pink hair and deep dark green eyes, large like a seals. Their coat takes the form of a fluffy winter coat, with the same colors as their seal skin. When they are wearing their coat, it works similar to a zoan fruit, they can transform by choice, and can do a hybrid form (similar to a mermaid) as well. Not trained in any particular fighting style, they're not much use in a battle, but they know basic first aid and are a good support to a team. They witnessed the murder of Corazon by Doffy (and prior, saw Law being placed in the treasure chest). //Canon Divergent// When Doffy leaves the island, leaving Corazon dying in the snow, They nurse him back to health slowly, giving him their coat to keep warm so that he doesn't freeze to death, and builds a small fire to keep him alive. When he comes to, they help him move inside the partially destroyed building. He gives her coat back willingly after explaining to him what it means to her, and that and his deep caring nature made her fall for him. When he's well enough to travel she travels with him so that he can reunite with Law, and they 'adopt' him.

My self ship for Ace x Buggy is a performance Clown part of the Buggy Pirates.

Ace has been a part of the crew for as long as any of the other original members and harbored feelings for their captain for a very long time before eventually breaking down and confessing after feeling like they were going to lose him to impel down. Buggy is initially very awkward and flustered and nervous about the confession but admits that he had feelings too. He's a bit of a tsundere so sometimes it takes a lot to get hid real feelings out in the open. Buggy has huge jealousy issues and will be very very possessive. Has a huge soft spot for Ace. They fight with a comically large hammer, and with a similar style to capoeira where they are dancing as they fight. They are obnoxious after they're officially together, but it's cute.

#acacia self ships