#ilya the bastard

[morgana-ren]

Are there any songs you associate with your ocs?Like, something that fits them?

Oh yeah, we both have a small list. Sea shanties work for any one of them, so I haven't put many of those on here. Obviously there's many more than this, but these are the ones that come to mind off the top of my head. Some of them are very circumstantial in a 'you had to be there' kind of way, but a lot of them are vague as well. Yeah, some of them are the stereotypical ones you see on lists like this, but hey, I've been hanging around for too long not to have some of those.

Here's a small list of my songs for each idiot:

Corvus

Mare of my Night - Týr

Bloodstains on the captain's log - Carach Angren

Pretty when you cry - Vast

I'm your nightmare - The Brains

Sweeter than wine - The Brains

Sweet Things - The Pretty Reckless

Novelty Crosses - The Black Dahlia Murder

Whisper - Burn the Ballroom

In this world or the one below - Assassin's Creed IV Black Flag

Mother Russia/Dominion - Sisters of Mercy

Pain - Boy Harsher

The Bondage Song (Unchained Mix) - London After Midnight (Slight flash warning)

Love you to death - London After Midnight

Keelhauled - Alestorm

Lorely - Blackmore's Night

One winged angel - Aurora Australis Music

Smells Blood - Kensuke Ushio

Fear and Delight - The Correspondents

The scorpion and the frog - Marc Senter

Cry little sister - The Anix

Scream - Avenged Sevenfold

Luci - Zand

He's a pirate - Falkkone

Ilya

Lingering in an imprint haunting - Carach Angren

Katyusha - Megaraptor

Бабушка - ПНЕВМОСЛОН

Yuve Yuve Yu - The Hu

Black Thunder - The Hu

Wolf Totem - The Hu

This is Mongol - The Hu

Kiss - London After Midnight

Lacrymosa - Kalafina

Swan Lake - The Agonist

Where good girls go to die - London After Midnight

Russian Girl - Женя Любич

ПЕСНЬ 1 - БАТЮШКА

Batse tsyku - Бетал Иванов

Грустная Сука - IC3PEAK

Dead but Pretty - IC3SPEAK

Это пройдёт - Pornofilmy

Дядя Володя - Pornofilmy

She's in Parties - Bauhaus

Bind, Torture, Kill - Suicide Commando

Alone again, or - The Damned

History of Artemisia - Junkie XL

I, Caligvla - Ex Deo

Doce Doce - Fred Bongusto

Astarion

The Masochisn Tango - Ringlefinch

Kiss me you animal - Burn the Ballroom

Villainous Thing - Shayfer James

Hades OST... but it's funky - Alex Moukala Music

Bruises and Bitemarks - Good with Grenades

Danger! High Voltage - Electric Six

She dominates - Blitzkid

La Bomba- Lord of the Lost

Hit me like a man - The Pretty Reckless

After Dark - Tito y Tarantula

Jolly Sailor Bold - Ashley Serena

Choke - Royal and the Serpent

Hatefuck - The Bravery

Sex Hat Keine Macht - Oomph!

Tongues and Teeth - The Crane Wives

Lovesong - Snake River Conspiracy

Before I'm Dead - Kidneythieves

Metal Woman - 3 Inches of Blood

I'm Charming - Black Dahlia Murder

White Wedding - Billy Idol

You are a pirate - Alestorm

Bad Voodoo - Kreeps

Dead Girls are Easy - The 69 Eyes

Ex Mortis - Ice Nine Kills

Paradise - Satanicpornocultshop

Fuck Me - Vernon Jane

You belong to me - Cat Pierce

Reaver

Laisse tomber les filles - April March

Sisters - Pain of Salvation

Stand and Deliver - Adam & the Ants

The pain looks good on you - London After Midnight

Esmeralda - Burn the Ballroom

Love me, love me, love me - Kikuo

Who is she - I Monster

Gunslingers Glory - The Dead South

Gett off - Prince

Bloodsport - KMFDM Vs Skold

Gintleman's Club - The Dreadnoughts

Sleep is for the weak - The Dreadnoughts

Stupid Girl - Cold

Platz Eins - LINDEMANN

G Spot Micheal - LINDEMANN

Skin City - Steven Tyler

Violent Pornography - System of a Down

Santiano - The Longest Johns ft. SKALD

Sex - Oomph!

Follow me down - The Pretty Reckless

Amore Fermati - Fred Bongusto

Pervert - The Descendents

Your heart is as black as night - Melody Gardot

Bück Dich - Rammstein

#morgana and friends #ilya the bastard #The bastard three (four)

[spectrelopeart]

🖤⚔🤍

@censeredsinner's and I's characters in a style QUITE BEFITTING of them. >:)

It occurred to me semi-recently that when I was a kid watching/reading Spy vs Spy that I figured those pointy nosed bastards were in love with one another and that shaped all my ship dynamics for the rest of my life.

#gift art #oc art #art #2023 #artist on tumblr #spy vs spy #kostya #ilya #they're our dishonored ttrpg characters btw #their entire relationship is based on being Bastards to one another

[aezyrraeshh]

BALDUR'S GATE 3 | ILYA MORVARIS

#BELOVED #my favourite bastard (affectionate) oc 😌 #nico.edit #my oc: ilya morvaris #baldur's gate 3

[daedrabait]

Hello sudden flood of new followers. Idk if you've noticed yet, but I'll warn you now: I am a terminal Mercer Frey enthusiast/simp. And for some reason, typing that out plainly doesnt embarrass me anymore. That's a huge sign in itself.

If you accept that info and choose to stay, I appreciate your follows and feel free to interact with me <3

#ilya rambles #just stating this plainly because some people on tesblr have issues with villain liking... yeah #anyway thats my rat bastard and you cant pry me away from him

[fooltofancy]

kinda obsessed w these guys tbh.

#the design u know not the uh. the sentiment. #i'd never looked at them they're so sad lkdjaf'lkdahgad #actually everything in this dungeon that i have now been wandering vaguely by myself makes me laugh and that's bad lmao #baby mode blogging #estinien and g'raha like we've had enough of u tormenting these sad bastards #endwalker spoilers #they do not feature heavily but. u know. #weeping openly but not in sorrow etc #ffxiv #the dead ends #ilya: THEY'RE ALREADY DEAD LET ME HAVE THIS

[nn-ee-zz]

What are your other OC's like? I'm interested in hearing about the stories you came up with for them.

UH OH youre gonna get me talking!

My OCs are NPCs by origin. I was (still am) the DM of my friend group and to get their characters moving along I had to create my own.

Unexpectedly, my friends loved them.

ILYA - unwell henchman

i know its a boys name,

An aiding hand to an ambiguous villain, Ilya was introduced as sneaky, smiling, and untrustworthy. The facade collapsed once she vomited inside a cup after accidentally touching the liquified remains of (unbeknown to her) her younger sibling. The villain is a wizard of great power and transported all the liquid from their body to put out a fire, mummifying and killing the person in the process in an attempt to save several.

She seeks her sibling amongst the city. The tingling awareness of their demise at the hands of the guild she encouraged them to join and growing panic and grief led her to start a fight with someone who is spiraling as well.

She ends up at the local clinic, heavily injured and minus one eye, and spirals further from her injuries, her guilt, and the knowledge her family was correct about her being too mentally fragile to be in the city. Until....

(For now. The overall arc for this character is of recovery and improvement instead of pain and self-destruction. Forgive your past and find value within you that goes beyond self-sacrifice. With the help of others, of course.)

Despite her questionable moral position, a lot of characters feel the need to protect her.

Art - Her wearing another characters shirt and her getting a widdle kiss from said character, because even I (the monster freak artist) have my lovely ships

ED - emo organ trafficker

''Nez, I want my oc to be kidnapped and rescued by another oc'' ''Hm, I'll make up a guy to kidnap them then''

Originally meant to be a minor antagonist that would kidnap a character to harvest their organs and be easily defeated. Villain of the week type.

However, his snarky behavior, violent temperament, fancy victorian-boy-esque looks captured a lot of attention. He is a little freak but his direct words seem to bring out a lot of honesty in other characters.

Fun facts; His name is inspired by Edward Hyde. He is roomates and best friend/adopted sibling to Ilya. He makes an effort to be fancier than he is because he was born a bastard child and forced to be his fathers servant before he murdered his siblings and father and joined the army to escape (where he met ilya and ultimately got adopted into her family <333)

Art - Him, and him as a chibi fighting the guy who rescued the person he kidnapped. They also fall in love

REDD - funny bully

I recently made an oc just to mess around with the players while they were in jail! Well, now one of them drank his blood and is forever connected to him. The other one got her finger broken cuz she poked him. He also had the prision keys the entire time but pretended to be a prisioner as well. What a menace! I love making horrible pests. His name is red cuz thats how the others refered to him, because I described him as having red hair and red eyes.

Isnt it funny how despite being a DM I never use my monster designs?! I find it a lot more interesting to make characters specifically meant to alter the course of the character development of my players. I love to change deeply and irrevocably! : D

#ask #ocs #long post

[aninkwellofnectar]

Welcome!

You can call me Cammie.

Here I’ll be sharing updates and information about my existing and upcoming publications in The Essence of the Equinox series, as well as other stories set both in and out of the universe.

Publications

In Pursuit of Perfection in Fall into Fantasy 2022 Amira has always demanded perfection—of herself and those around her. Her quest for absolute control takes her on a journey to the hot deserts of Seraj where rumours permeate that humans may have rediscovered the ancient phoenix. Should its power be harnessed, the fire witches will be unmatched. Amira thinks it time they re-learn who the true supreme being on earth is. 

When The Stars Alight (16 June 2023) Book 1 in The Essence of the Equinox (Buy Indie | Other vendors) Star princess Laila travels to a cursed island to uncover a legendary race of demons. There, she finds herself up against a tyrannical king who rules without a heart. To spare her country from his warmongering ways, Laila must play the role of charming diplomat aided by the prince and his bastard brother. But soon it is her heart she must keep from being torn between their dangerous rivalry for her affections.

Two Halves Of A Whole in midnight & indigo (31 October 2023) (Purchase) Lucille Bonnaire finds herself becoming the new bride to vampyre prince Ilya Likhanov. Unfortunately, she is unaware of just how nefarious his intentions are towards her and her magic.

The Sanguine Sorceress (1 December 2023) Prequel in The Essence of the Equinox (Other vendors | Buy Indie ) A blood-soaked tale of feminine rage following the journey of Serafina Stilia, as she attempts to claw agency for herself in a society where all the power is held fast in the grip of a male-run imperialistic regime. After her reputation is left in tatters by the unwanted advances of a suitor, Serafina must carve a path to liberation from the fury of her honour-driven father, or die trying.

Upcoming

We Will Devour The Night (22 September 2024) Book 2 in the Essence of the Equinox (Read Early Access on Substack | Ko-fi) Since that fateful voyage north, negative sentiments have only grown against chaos magic and the creatures born from its origins. Laila returns to Mortos with the aim of salvaging her dynasty from those who wish to wrangle the throne on a platform of magic-driven bigotry. She finds herself once more crossing paths with her old lover and confronting the whirlwind of emotions that twenty years apart have done little to settle.

And The Age of Summer Will Rise (Winter 2025) Book 3 in The Essence of the Equinox Summary to come

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[darkthare]

One of the main BBEGs of my Broken World campaign- the Architect, the necromancer , the Senator, the one and only (if you’re not counting the simulacrums)- it’s ILYA KRAKOWITZ! Aka just Krakowitz, and his little familiar, Gobby. Boss and eventual lover (yikes!) of Marin and boss of Viotto and Ser Deven as well.

His Fellow BBEG Engay (upcoming) was openly vicious and cruel- but Krakowitz always preferred a more subtle hand at getting what he wants. So, when he decided he wanted her dead, he planted his agent Marin in her ranks as Matthia.

Truly a bastard

#art #dnd #sketch #fantasy #tbw #ilya krakowitz #krakowitz #fashion #fashion illustration

[julyzaa]

Ilyas you fucking bastard, you could've kept the tradition of being the prince's bff/boyfriend but instead you had to kill him.

#magnificent century

[morgana-ren]

In sharing a love, do your ocs have 3somes/group sex? Are any of them sexually involved with each other, with or without a victim lover in the middle?

Is it a free for all on who they have to spend time with or is there like a subconscious rota??

I always see corvus as having some kind of un/official priority but maybe it depends on who brings them into the fold or falls first?

Simple answer? Yes. They absolutely have group sex. Especially in the early days before the territorial shit sets in and it's just a fun little hobby to keep you around. It is a fucking gas for them! For you? Absolute horror. Tiring and terrible tyranny. Exhausting and demanding and painful and just something you want to avoid at all costs. They are tireless and especially when they get drunk, they lean into the worst possible desires. All pretense drops even from stiff ones like Corvus, and it... it is a nightmare.

We're talking they're taking you down to Reaver's special rooms and you'll be put into an outfit and made to perform. In more ways than one. Maybe they get an elaborate roleplay going (and I do mean elaborate) or maybe they want a personal stripper to dance for them. It always devolves into the worst possible shit.

The most common way used to be that Corvus and Astarion would end up finding someone (or kidnapping someone) whether it was tricking some poor girl on the road, or burning a village and coming across someone they didn't want to kill, or stalking someone online and toying with them, or just-- a lot of it. They would be taken back to Reaver's manor, and Reaver's rent is that he gets to partake. Sometimes the girl(s) were a maid in the manor or a union rep he loathed (and wanted, because Reaver loves boinking the opposite end of the spectrum with people who are repulsed by him) and Reaver claimed that was his finding someone. Once Ilya joined, it was fairly common for him to take the boys out and goad them into trying to find someone.

In the early days, it's a free for all. When they want you, they'll have you. They'll just barge into the room and kick the other guy out, unless he manages to talk their way into the intercourse somehow. Corvus will end up partaking, but usually, he's going to focus on the mental anguish and terror first, being a prude and all. One of them (whoever is claiming to have spotted you first) will try to play a trump card and say you belong to them because they put the effort in. It doesn't usually work. They will bicker, and you can use that against them, but usually Corvus and Ilya will catch on to your little scheme. Corvus will call you out, but Ilya will go along with it just to cause chaos.

When things get serious, however, they realize that the chaos system with no rules isn't going to work. Corvus will call a moot and they will have to discuss rules and schedules. Things like no scarring somewhere too obvious for Astarion. No tattooing somewhere obvious for Reaver and no piercings unless everyone agrees. If Corvus wants a collar, it has to be agreed on by everyone, and no pregnancy. No trying to transform you into a cat girl or some dumb shit for Ilya unless it's a form agreed upon by everyone. Basically they will lay down rules for each other if they are going to share.

They will all inevitably try to get the leg up and break these rules, sometimes just to agitate each other. Corvus will slap a collar on you and go "Oops! It's enchanted. Can't take it off now." Astarion will drink and get rowdy and.. umm.. 'write' his name somewhere huge and gaudy. Ilya will use magic to just straight up steal you from someone because he wants to join the chaos but he has most kinks. Reaver will play the whole "It's my damned house and therefore--"

They usually have either a day or sectioned schedule per week. Think of it like a camp signup list. If Reaver has an early morning meeting, he wants you the previous evening. If Corvus has.. uh.. plans, he has to make it known. Astarion and Reaver will usually fight over breakfast because Reaver fancies himself inhuman and has a taste for blood, which Astarion hates and calls Reaver a fucking pretender. Eventually they will settle on having breakfast together with everyone, because Corvus and Ilya also partake in blood. It's a mess.

Eventually things will even out. They will just show up to take you when it's their turn. Corvus will gleefully show up at dawn pounding on the door and 'warning' it's his day just to ruin the other guy's time. Ilya will just pop into the room, grab you, wave bye-sies to whoever you were with, and pop out. Astarion will try to be respectful unless someone disrespected him. Reaver will start shooting his gun everywhere to warn them he expects you and soon.

Corvus only has priority because he's a pompous prick who thinks that he's the most important. He's a prince, and he found you, and he yada yada. Usually, it's Corvus who put a lot of the work into grabbing you (not for their sake, but because he isn't happy unless he's doing elaborate and horrifying schemes) and he tries to use this against them. He's also the most magically attuned with the exception of Ilya, so it's hard for, say, Reaver to stop him.

They will undermine each other constantly. It turns into a fucking episode of looney-tunes. Each of them trying to break the rules while technically not breaking the rules and get the upper hand. It will devolve into a game of making you like them best while still getting what they want.

As for their 'relationships' with each other, it went thusly:

Astarion and Corvus... sort of tried the first night. They were attracted to each other (they look very similar and obviously they're both handsome and it was an initial spark) but they quickly discovered they weren't compatible. This didn't stop them from getting drunk and hooking up later, but it was always a one-time thing. They don't do that now, and get awkwarded and grossed out if you mention it.

Reaver flirted with Corvus and they actually did try to have sex. They were both domineering tops. It was a 'horrible experience beyond words' for Reaver, and that the teeth do not a very merry man make. Corvus will only service if he stands to gain something, which he has everything he wants now, so he won't. Reaver demands control in bed and wanted... things. It was a mess.

Astarion and Reaver flirt, and it's sort of nebulous and dependent per au whether they have tried. It was never anything serious.

Covus and Ilya had an initial spark and would flirt constantly. But at the time, sex was the last thing on their minds as they were in the middle of a political revolution. Corvus still finds Ilya beautiful, but they both agree that they're best and most compatible when they're doing the same person that isn't each other, given the experiences with the others.

Corvus is remarkably selfish and that ruined most of the attempts. He will not please in bed unless he has incentive or unless he is trying to break you. He certainly won't do it for his brothers. He expected to be pleased, forgetting they are just as selfish as he is.

Astarion is very capable of pleasing, but even he is offput by Corvus' selfishness and he finds Reaver's desires in bed repugnant (when expected of him.)

Reaver is just too gross for any of them. He's handsome, but he catches the most flack for being the most openly degenerate.

Ilya is a wispy sort of beauty but he has a very particular set of expectations in bed, and the others weren't down to be his little bitch. Ilya wants to be in total control. He's capable of normal sex, but it doesn't really fulfill him, and obviously he can't abuse them in the way he could his own concubine.

tldr; they are way too fucking selfish.

#morgana and friends #ilya the bastard #the bastard three (four)

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

its 2 am, its me, its a new truckdump of songs for just about everybody

Lucio

got a little weekend project planned, gonna kill my parents and deal a worm for unthinkable power and then it all goes downhill from there shwoopsie

Muriel flexing his deal after he got it xdd sidenote do you think asra was immune or did they have a brief period there where muriel totally accepted his only real friend forgot him because he wished for it but at some point asra was chillin in the shop huffing some myhr and went "nice. anyway wow i wonder how my best friend muriel is doing these days"

nah they probly arranged the myhrr thing together ig god how tf do you spell merr fuKIN MYRHMHGR MYRRH also why the hell does morga get to remember him too like what does she care how does this freaking thing work. what cuz she saw him once when he was 3? whats up with that cause i was like hm ok maybe cause she knew him before the deal but then i realised yoU DUMBASS EVERYONE KNEW HIM BEFORE THE DEAL N THEY FORGOT THATS THE POINT so idk whats the metric by which the forgetability is assigned or whatwver those two got some weird thing goin on that i never received an explanation for. it might just be me being a dumbass again tho hkchvndt

this one kinda gave me a asra+ilya vibe specifically their lil colloseum performance i say jolly good show. god that ginger bastard would love ol' chicago.

ok this one is barely anything but going strictly off of the absolute girlboss vibes its putting out its giving me nadia. "is your mother worried. would you like us to assign someone to worry your mother" goes hard

i think i had more but i forgor anyway the actual point of this message is i hope youre doing okay and not regretting putting yourself on a schedule too much dgjyhkvd youre a cool dude n you can do whatever you want forever i hope everything is going exactly your way and if its not then thats absolutely fucking ridiculous but i know youll nail it

@tetsuooooooooooo those are all such good suggestions! I've put them on the playlist and now I'm putting them on the tag ^.^

And may I say that you've just opened a whole new can of worms in my head about Muriel's curse and the myrrh thing?! I mean, let's say there wasn't space or time for Muriel to plan things out with Asra ahead of time, what if Muriel spend several weeks wondering if he wanted Asra to remember him? Finding relief in a place his trauma couldn't reach him for the first time in years, and having to decide between having a completely fresh start without his oldest friend, and keeping this oldest friend around, even if that means keeping the memories of his past life around too -

Or what if he had to figure out the myrrh issue himself, and there was a time when he wanted Asra to remember him but needed to figure out how? Did he do that with Asra's help, showing up at the shop door like "you don't recognize me right now, but I'm your oldest friend and I need your help to figure out how to let select people remember me. Oh and as proof that I'm not lying, here's a list of all your most embarrassing moments since you were seven that I was there for."

Well there goes the next few hours of my day XD

#ask arcana brainrot #the arcana #the arcana headcanons #the arcana hc #muriel the arcana #muriel of the kokhuri #the arcana game #arcana brainrot playlist

[soaps-hoe-141]

Back Together

Part 26

Pairing: Soap x Ghost

WC: 4.7k

Synopsis: Panic attacks inbound let's gooooo

Warnings: General violence but it's not descriptive or gruesome (No one dies in this chapter)

A voice, it was right next to him, distorted and close. So close he could feel the heat radiating off of their body. He felt his muscles tense and when he moved he felt a hand that was already on his arm slide across his skin. Eyes shot open, he didn’t come out of it slowly, blinking his eyes open to take everything around him in, in a bleary state. The second he felt the hand on his skin he was moving, his head swam as he did but he lashed out anyway ignoring everything else besides what he perceived as a threat, not unlike a wounded dog.

Soap’s hand was around a man’s throat in less than a heartbeat, staring him down with a wide eyed look akin to a wild animal who knew its life was in danger. The man grabbed at his wrist trying to pull Soap away, his fingers were an iron grip though fear and instinct fueling him. When the man hit his forearm he only tightened his hold, pushing himself up from the bed with the other hand. Pain flared through his arm the more his grip pressed into the sensitive flesh around his trachea, his other hand joining the first to compensate as he watched pale skin turn red and then purple beneath his fingers.

He felt a throb in his thigh and calf when his feet touched the cold tile, only fueling the nightmare that he thought he was in. He saw Ilya in the man’s face, felt the shivers starting to rack his body and then his grip loosened, bolts of fear pulling him back as his breathing turned ragged. The monitor that jerked at his bicep was beeping with an alarm and the needle in his arm from the IV he'd been stuck with reminded him painfully of every time they'd shot him up with chemicals. He heard a door creak open and the alarm beeped faster still, seeing the metal door to his prison open rather than the wooden door of a hospital room. The man beneath his hands went limp and he shoved him back into the wall hard, his fingers barely responding to the command to release as the delicate tendons and ligaments screamed in pain.

The needle had ripped out of his arm during the struggle, blood flowing down his arm as it dropped and coating his wrist as he turned to see a nurse coming back into the room with two uniformed guards in front of her. Soap backed up quickly, limping on his injured leg before he ripped the cuff on his arm off and grabbed the IV pole beside him. It took everything he had to close his fingers around the cold metal before he lifted it, wheels ahead, wielding it as a weapon to keep the two guards at a distance. "Stay the bloody hell away from me ye wee bastards."

They weren't listening though as they inched closer and he struck out with the pole and a feral growl. Nervousness was evident in their gaze, they weren't sure if they wanted to press forward, but Soap wasn't content with just nervousness. He needed to see fear, to know they wouldn't try to advance on him, "If even one of ye touches me I'll kill ye both. Stay the fuck away from me." There it was, uncertainty and fear, he took another step back though putting more distance between them until his back hit the cold, metal doorknob. Dark brows furrowed, another exit? No, it had to be some kind of bathroom or something. It would provide a respite though, let him think, plan, and get off his fuckin leg which throbbed everytime his heart beat just as his hands were beginning to shake from the stress and pain.

Without thought he pushed open the door and slipped inside, slamming it shut behind him and holding it closed as he locked it. He scrambled for the light switch, panic setting in as darkness engulfed him and made his head swim even more. He glanced from the sink to the wall and then at the pole in his hand and jammed it between the two. A second later he heard the lock click and he pressed back against the door, helping to hold it closed with the help of the IV pole. It held, thank fuckin Christ it held. He pressed the lock again, and went to work trying to calm his heaving gulps of air that were making him even more light headed than he already was. Slowly he came down, got his bearings and took account of the bathroom and his screaming injuries.

A loud bang at the door had the door bouncing against his back and had his breathing picking back up. He turned to look back at the rattling door before pressing his body immediately back against it, shaking his head slowly and pleading in a quiet whisper, "No, no, no, no..."

He said it on repeat, trying to block out the loud banging until a loud male voice said on the other side, "You need to come out of there, John." That word, his name, had every muscle in his body tensing and his hands shaking. Fear held him in its grasp tight enough he couldn't stave off the panic attack this time. The rest of the man's words drowned in his ears as sweat beaded up on his skin and his hands went cold, chest restricting even as he tried his best to take in gulps of air. He felt as if he couldn't breathe, like the oxygen wasn't making it there and the yelling voice behind the door wasn't helping matters.

He looked down at his hands taking in the sight of white bandages for the first time before he slipped them under his armpits, feeling the shivers return as his body rocked. He was trying his best to block out the voices he could hear so many of now. "Leave me alone, leave me alone, leave me alone," his head was so scrambled, he couldn't tell what was real and what wasn't. It felt freezing, but how could that be if he could still feel all of his limbs, but then why was he shivering if it wasn't cold? The light was on, he remembered flipping the switch, so why was he still shrouded in darkness, what was even happening anymore. Hands ran across his body making him nauseous, fists beat into his face and ribs until suddenly they were using a metal pipe. Fire burned in his veins, his body spasming at the feel of it trickling through every limb and digit. "No, no, no, no…"

--------- (Ghost POV)

They’d been back in the country for ten hours and he had felt every second of it. He was standing at the door that blocked their entrance into the ward that held the Scotsman, staring through the window at the room he knew Soap was in with his arms crossed. The rest of the team were sitting behind him also in the waiting area, and they had all been waiting for someone to come back and tell them what the fuck was going on. Laswell was looking through a magazine quietly and Watcher had taken up a position sitting with his legs up in his chair and a gaming device in his hand. Price was sitting how he normally did, arms crossed over his chest, legs straight out and crossed at the ankle, chin leaning down to rest against his chest, and his eyes closed as he dozed. Gaz had stolen the Captain’s hat after he’d dozed off to cover his eyes from the harsh hospital light while he laid on one of the benches, snoring into his elbow that thankfully was muffling the worst of it. Konig was the only other one who had yet to sit, the other big man pacing behind him for so long the Lieutenant had eventually just tuned it out in his silent vigil.

He saw a nurse move from her station and hurry over to Soap’s door, hazel eyes narrowing as he watched. She didn’t even go inside, just started calling down the hall for something until two large men ran into view and they both disappeared into the room. Ghost moved for the first time since he’d seen Johnny being wheeled into the room, taking a step closer which stopped Konig’s nervous pacing. Price sniffed as he woke up at the absence of the sound of boots hitting the ground, the Captain standing and snatching his hat off of Gaz’s head which had the Sergeant looking around with squinting eyes. Laswell threw down her magazine to join the growing group of men by the door, and Watcher shut off his device and slid it into his backpack as he too joined them at the ward’s door.

Ghost tilted his head when he saw two more guards run into the room and at that point he’d seen enough. Something was very wrong and it didn’t have anything to do with Soap’s physical health. And he sure as shit wasn’t about to let them tear him apart mentally anymore than he was sure four men in uniforms already had. He pushed the door open and ran down the hall, with all five of the others right behind him. The nurses at the station watched wide eyed as the team that was still covered in the blood and grime of a dirty op ran by them throwing the door of Soap’s room open. Hazel eyes scanned quickly, a male nurse had a hand to his throat as another nurse helped him move back from where four men were trying to push a bathroom door open, a blood trail leading through the door to who was on the other side.

Without thought he pulled one of them by the collar backwards, throwing him into the waiting arms of the rest of the team, doing the same to the next man who was already turning around to confront him. The next guard was already turned around but Ghost didn’t care, just shoved him away from the door. A fist smacked into his mask from the other side and he saw red. He struck back like a coiled snake, fist connecting in an instant and then his other fist followed up. The guard didn’t seem to be able to take a punch as he collapsed to the floor and Ghost grabbed him by the front of his shirt. He pulled him back up, the man’s feet dragging as the big Lieutenant headed for the door and shoved it open, throwing him through it and growling at the man, “Get out of here or I’ll make this the last thing you ever do.” The guard was sitting on the ground against the wall and holding his face as Ghost shut the door on him.

When he turned back he saw Price holding one guard down, his back on Soap’s bed and the Captain’s hand with a fistful of his shirt sending him threats and curses with every breath. Gaz had another sitting in a chair with a placating hand on his chest, his eyes daring the man to make a move. And Konig, the big, crazy fucker had a man up against the wall a hand around his throat and feet no longer touching the ground while the man struck uselessly against his forearm. Laswell and Watcher were beside the two nurses still left in the room, asking questions and trying to figure out what exactly had happened.

Sounds came from the door the men had been trying to push open and as he took a step closer he recognized what exactly they were and who they were coming from. His chest tightened as he listened, everything in him wanting to push inside and comfort the man but he couldn’t, the Scotsman hadn’t even been able to accept help for his gunshot wound the last time he’d spoken to him. Soap’s loud gasps slipped under the door and he could practically see the tears falling down his face. He wished he could take it all away, wished he was the one suffering in there like it should have been, like it was supposed to be. Ghost had no idea how to help with his words, he couldn’t comfort he only knew how to cause pain with them, Johnny would have known how to use his words to bring comfort.

Laswell spoke softly, not wanting to disturb the man she too could hear from inside the bathroom, “Soap woke up and choked the nurse out. The other nurse called the first two guards to restrain him and he locked himself in the bathroom and wouldn’t come out.”

The Lieutenant shot a glare at the two guards he had seen running in first, elated to see one’s face turning red under Konig’s tight grip. Price had the other one underneath his hand, fist clenching angrily before he got that tone that let everyone else in the room know he could have killed in that moment, “Are you fuckin stupid? Man just went through hell and you corner him in a bathroom? Who the fuck taught you how deescalate a situation? Hirohito!?” The guard tried to move and Price shoved him back down with a heavy hand, “Try to move again and you’ll be waking up in your own hospital bed.” The Captain waited, daring the man to make another move but he didn’t, the fear obvious in his gaze before Price pulled him up with a snarled expression. “Cut them loose,” he shoved his man out the door and growled at him, “Stay the fuck out, we don’t do second chances.”

Gaz followed suit quickly throwing his man out but Konig didn’t move even a muscle. If anything he thought he saw the hand tighten around the guard’s neck. Ghost stepped over to him, tilting his head at the guard who had fear radiating through him and a pleading gaze. The Lieutenant put a gloved hand on Konig’s shoulder and grumbled out, “He’s not worth it Germ, Soap wouldn’t want you to go to jail for murder. Cut him loose.” It took a second for the man to respond until finally his grip loosened and the big man stepped away. Ghost watched the guard take a second to steady himself before he grabbed his shirt and pulled him off the wall, shoving him at the door and watching as he scrambled to get out. Hazel eyes found the two nurses still standing by the wall before he growled, “Go page nurse Allbright here. You aren’t needed anymore.” They too hurried to leave and comply, afraid they might be at the receiving end of the anger in the room if they didn’t.

-------- (Soap POV)

The Scotsman couldn’t stop it, he knew he was gonna pass out soon if he didn’t get himself under control but his heart just kept racing. They had to have cut the oxygen or something, they were choking him out of here, that was it. He tried to push himself up, but his hand screamed when he did and a low groan left him before he pulled back to protect the injured limb against his abdomen. He heard what he knew to be violence in the other room, looking down at the space between the door noticing for the first time the blood that was there trailing straight to him. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he’d led whoever was out there now right to his position. His body was shaking uncontrollably now, and quiet sobs pulled out of his mouth in between his gasps for air.

Finally everything went quiet on the other side of the door, and he couldn’t even hear the muffled voices over the blood pounding in his ears and thoughts dancing around in his mind. A deep voice broke through his panic then, something familiar in it soothing him as the person spoke from the other side of the door, “Soap? Are you ok in there?”

The man was quiet, soothing almost, and so familiar but something in his mind was holding back how he knew them. “L-Leave…” It was all he could manage to get out at first as his lungs still tried to suck in air, but even without noticing everything came easier, and his shaking lessened. He was so focused on trying to figure out how he knew the man on the other side of the door the panic attack he had been suffering through was beginning to subside. He tried again, finding a different answer coming out of him this time, “Wh-Who are you?”

The silence through the door was deafening. His thoughts creeped back in as the walls around him began to close once more and he shook his head trying to dispel the thoughts. Finally, the voice spoke again, “It’s Ghost, Soap. You don’t remember?”

Thoughts pricked at his mind when he said the name, trying to push through what felt like a fine mesh that held most of them back, letting only small slivers of memories through. The sky above him was dark, the tarmac wet as he hopped down off a truck and shot a big man in a skull mask a smile before he’d said, ‘Save ya a seat, sir’. Where had that been? He couldn’t recall but a small voice in his head said ‘Las Almas’ and so he spoke it aloud, questioning what it meant, “Las Almas? What is that?”

There was a shorter silence then before Ghost answered, “It’s where we went after the cartel. We hunted down El Sin Nombre.”

The information made his mind itch, his thoughts trying to sort through the information while memories pulled through the fine mesh to piece it together. “Graves tried to kill me…Us.” The other side stayed quiet as he pressed back against the door. Pain flashed in his mind that wasn’t really there as he remembered being shot and the rain that pounded down on top of him as he slipped through a city unarmed and avoiding enemies around every corner. A door flew open in his face and a man hit him with the butt of a gun and he flinched at the memory before he said through the door, “You saved my life?” Another quick pause before he asked, “You love Kentucky?”

A weight pressed against the door and he tensed up before he saw the shadow under the door sit as he was against the door. He calmed down again, letting his hands fall to his lap before Ghost answered, “Yeah I did, and yes I do.” A pause as he heard the man settle in before continuing, “You hate tequila unless you’re already pished then you’ll drink anything.”

His head nodded slowly, agreeing with the statement, he wasn’t sure if it was true or not but it felt right, especially coming from the voice on the other side of the door. An image of a big man standing in the doorway found his mind, he had a towel over himself after having just puked in a toilet and he could see the smile in hazel eyes as they watched him sitting on the cold tile. “Do we live together?” The question was quiet, confused as he tried to understand the small frames of memory that were digging through the fine mesh.

The man through the door cleared his throat before he answered, “No, not exactly.” When Soap remained quiet, waiting for an explanation, Ghost clarified, “You’ve been staying at my place for a while. I was injured, you were helping me.” The Scotsman nodded slowly, staying quiet as he continued to sort before the man asked, “Hey Soap?” He gave a quiet grunt of acknowledgement to say he was listening, “Are you still bleeding?”

Eyes glanced down at his arm and at the bloody mess that had become of his forearm and hand, blood still trickling down his skin before he answered back quietly, “Yes. There’s a lot of it, from my arm.”

The man asked in the same soothing tone he’d been using the whole time, was that his normal tone, hopefully it was he found himself wanting to hear it more than the thoughts that clawed at him, “Can you open the door so we can help you?”

Tension found his neck and his arms held himself a little tighter, blood smeared all across his hospital gown by now before he asked hesitantly, “Who’s we?”

Ghost answered nearly immediately, “Nurse Allbright, me, Konig, Gaz, Price, Laswell, and Watcher.” That was a lot of people, it made his heart skip a beat before it began to beat a little faster in anticipation. He was about to say no but Ghost beat him to the punch, “We can leave if you want though. Just leave nurse Allbright in here.”

“No!” The exclamation came out louder and faster than he meant and he noticed the shadow on the other side of the door shift, hearing rough fabric slide across the wood door. He took a couple seconds to calm his racing heart before saying again, “No. Are the guards gone? The other nurse?”

The reply came quickly, “Yes, they won’t be coming back either. We made sure of it.” So he had been right, that was violence he had heard on the other side of the door.

Soap held in the groan as he stood, hands, ribs, head, and his leg sending pulses of pain throughout his entire body. He looked at the IV pole stuck between the sink and the wall and grabbed it, but his fingers wouldn’t close around it this time. The adrenaline was gone, and his brain stopped him from hurting himself any more. He tried in vain to lift his good leg to kick it, but he didn’t make it even a second on one leg before the muscle gave out and he smacked into the wall with a loud, “Bloody fuckin shite!”

Soap bit his lip, face skewing up in pain before he heard the man ask worriedly, “What happened!? Are you ok? Soap?”

He tried to croak out a response but failed at first before he finally got his voice under control and said in as reassuring a tone as he could muster, “I’m fine. Fuck, I’m fine.” He took a second to right himself against the wall, before he continued “I can’t- Ghost I can’t open the door.” A sound of confusion came through the door as the lock popped and the door opened just a crack before hitting against the IV pole jammed in as a makeshift barricade. “I can’t pull it back out.”

There was a moment or two before Ghost spoke in that same soothing tone, “You should move, I don’t want to hit you with the door.” Soap used the wall, leaning with one shoulder against it and limping towards where the shower was at in the far end. He felt eyes on him and it made his hands shake a bit before he wrapped them tighter around himself. He was ok, it was ok, he was fine, he needed this, and he could handle it. It was fine, so why couldn’t he stop his hands from shaking? The man at the door gave pause before he asked again, “Are you ok with this? I can shut the door again if you want.”

Soap shook his head in a quick response before answering, “You’re fine.” He heard the door close a bit before he turned to watch the door shove open hard enough to knock the IV pole onto the floor and he watched as the doorknob smacked hard enough into the rubber stopper that he swore it pushed further into the drywall. Blue eyes flicked from the impact and up at a big man wearing a skull mask, standing a couple feet in front of him. Panic set in nearly immediately as he stepped back with wide eyes, “Back off ye big fucker.”

Ghost held out his hands and took a few quick steps back to put some distance between them, “It’s ok, you’re fine Soap. I just had to get the door open, remember?” The second he complied with the request the panic began to subside and then dissipated completely when he heard the voice again, nodding as he took a breath. Ghost was right, he was just opening the door, that was it.

He glanced through the doorway as far as he could see, taking account of those in the other room while his hands hugged himself tighter, ribs aching at how tight he was squeezing himself. The Scotsman took a hesitant step forward, limping heavily before he made it to the doorway, leaning against it with an unsure glance around the room. Another big man stood to the side of the room, his face covered with a hood as he watched, almost a hopeful look he saw in those green eyes. A tall older man stood near the door glancing quickly at him before returning his look outside to make sure no one was going to come barging in. A younger man with skin the color of caramel stood on the other side of the door, he couldn’t keep his gaze outside though as Soap caught the look of relief in those eyes. An older woman stood next to a short, ginger, young man and a woman in scrubs. An overwhelming feeling of familiarity ached in his mind, struggling to remember names and faces despite knowing that he knew them.

It made his brows furrow as he looked at everyone in turn before the nurse in her scrubs moved forward slowly. She neared and the nervous look of a wild animal being cornered found his gaze and the woman immediately stopped. Soap’s eyes didn’t leave her as she said, “Welcome back Sergeant MacTavish.” He knew her voice, and blue eyes narrowed as he tried to remember how he knew it, the struggle to remember blocking out the panic of her being near. “I’m nurse Allbright. I was your nurse the last time you were here.” Slowly he nodded his understanding, a flash of her stern and frustrated look coming to mind before she asked, “Can I help you walk back to your bed?”

Before she could get her next question out his eyes narrowed into a harsh glare and he growled, “Dinnae touch me.”

Her eyebrows lifted just barely at the statement and she gave him a quick nod, “I won’t. You need to lay down though, so I can check your wounds ok? Make sure no stitches came loose. I won’t touch you, I promise.”

He shifted uncomfortably as he leaned against the doorframe and then gave her a slow nod. His progress was excruciatingly slow across the cold floor before he finally turned and sat against the bed. A sigh of relief leaving him as the tension in his thigh and calf slowly dissipated and he took in a deep breath, before working his way further onto the bed and letting his torso go. The bloody forearm turned and reached forward as the nurse examined it quietly for a few moments. Finally she said, “I’m gonna put this,” she held up a tube of something and continued, “on the wound to help stop the bleeding. It looks like it’s mostly stopped already which is good. Then I’m going to get something to clean up your arm, some new sheets, and a new gown for you. Is that ok?”

Slowly Soap nodded his agreement, watching as she put on a pair of gloves and grabbed a cotton swab. She squeezed some of the stuff out onto the end of it then smeared it against his skin avoiding touching him with anything as much as possible, including the swab. He watched her closely the entire time, forgetting that the others existed for a few moments until she gave a slow, approving nod. “Ok Sergeant MacTavish, I’ll be back soon. Don’t rub that off, ok?” He gave her another slow nod and then watched as she left, feeling relief flood him as he got out of the interaction without trying to kill someone again. That was progress, right?

#slow burn #soapxghost #soapghost #soap cod #soap #simon ghost riley #ghostxsoap #ghost cod #ghost #ghoap #john soap mactavish #captain john price #john price #kate laswell #kyle gaz garrick #konig cod #konig #kyle garrick #gaz #captain price #call of duty #modern warfare #modern warfare ii

[daughter-of-melpomene]

This isn't so much a question as it is an open invitation to info dump about Catta and Ilya but I'm desperate to hear about others' Grishaverse OCs and I can't think of any specific questions 😅

Ahhh, thank you so much for this, Anon!! I think I’m just gonna give you five facts about each of them, since it’s been a while since I’ve talked about them and I don’t really know where to start (😅). And I’m also gonna tag @dancingsunflowers-ocs since I know she loves both of these babies!! <3

We’ll start with Catta, my beautiful neglected princess:

When Catta was eleven years old, she broke her wrist trying to race Nikolai down one of the longer Grand Palace hallways. The queen placed all of the blame on Catta and kept yelling at her for it while the palace doctor was trying to reset her wrist, and he was so frazzled by the queen’s shouting he wound up setting Catta’s wrist just a bit wrong. He fixed it, but she still has a small scar on her wrist from the incident.

The first time Catta tried kvas was thanks to Genya sneaking some in when she came to Catta’s room for one of their late night talks. She was seventeen and had never had so much as a sip of it before, because the queen had forbidden her from drinking alcohol, convinced that she would get drunk and embarrass the whole royal family. The kvas burned Catta’s throat and she nearly coughed up a lung after only a few sips, but the sight made Genya laugh, so she didn’t regret trying it, even if she never drank kvas again.

Once, only once, Catta had stolen one of Genya’s white keftas and tried it on, wanting to see herself in a Grisha garment and pretend for a moment that she was like her mother and hadn’t become just a disappointment to her father. She was only able to look at herself in the mirror for a few moments before she had to take it off, and she never even touched another kefta again.

After the Darkling is defeated and Nikolai becomes king of Ravka, he asks Catta if she would like to finally be legitimized as a Lantsov. Catta refuses - she knows that her brother will not treat her with the same neglect and contempt her father did for being a bastard, and after she thinks about it, she’d much rather keep her mother’s name… or perhaps, one day, even take Genya’s.

(And she does, in fact, take the name Safin once they get married. Despite this, Nikolai still recognizes Catta officially as his sister and makes sure that she and Genya have the appropriate privileges in the Grand Palace if they ever want them.)

And now let’s talk about Ilya, my sweet boy with the silver tongue:

For all his charm, Ilya is a terrible dancer. Jesper loves to laugh at him for how bad he is at it, but Kaz secretly finds it endearing, that with how charming his boyfriend is he’ll still never be able to seduce anyone with a dance.

Ilya and Jesper have had a playful, completely platonic flirting thing going since they met. Neither Kaz nor Wylan, when they start dating the boys, mind it at all, but Nina loves to call it their “little battle of the silver tongues”.

The first time Kaz was able to touch him without his gloves on, Ilya cried. They’d been slowly working on Kaz’s fear of touch for a long time, and though Ilya had never wanted or asked for more than Kaz was willing to give him, just knowing that the boy he loved trusted him enough to finally touch him skin-to-skin was enough to overwhelm him.

Though it’s never been a permanent thing, Ilya has performed at the Crow Club once or twice when it was a special occasion or the patrons wanted some entertainment that wasn’t drinking or gambling. He’s got a lovely voice and knows his way around a few songs on the guitar, and Kaz, though he’d never voice it, is absolutely smitten whenever he performs.

Ilya refuses to go on any more heists with the Crows after the Ice Court (“We all nearly died, Kaz, I don’t understand why you’d want to do it again”), but he gets into the habit of either making the crew dinner before they go off for their heists or having it ready once they come back. It’s his way of taking his mind off of his anxiety while his boyfriend and friends are putting themselves in danger, and also his way of contributing to the mission since the Crows are normally pretty happy to get a hot meal before or after they have to go off.

Thanks so much for asking about my babies!! It’s been so long since I’ve talked about them, so I really appreciate the opportunity. <3

#asks about my ocs #oc: catta rostova #oc: ilya dramir

[kaatiba]

OC Weaknesses

tagged by @faytelumos​ (who also made this meme!)

Rules: Quick, name a bunch of your OCs and their weaknesses, but it has to be funny.

Oracle

Sage: broke the world by being a giant nerd and creating a self-insert for his favourite book series. also his long, luscious, totally impractical-for-someone-on-the-run hair. 

Ro: magic doesn’t work on or through her. she literally nullifies it. no magic healing for her if she gets stabbed. good thing she never gets stabbed, huh. 👀 eventually sage becomes a weakness too; unfortunately she likes the feral, helpless little loser. 

Alyss: her total inability to be chill, the ex-boyfriend she imprisoned and tortured, and her nothing-matters-and-I’m-about-to-make-that-everybody’s-problem philosophy on life. 

Fintan: literally can’t be on time if his life depended on it. carries a pocket-watch everywhere and is still always late. also has a chronic case of Snooty Bastard disease in both the literal and figurative sense. unfortunately it’s incurable, RIP.

Jax: best worst dad. saved an orphaned street kid from getting experimented on by an unethical magi-scientist. raised said kid to murder people for profit. is so proud of her. it might kill him to express that though. 

LofM

Halah: wanted to have a fun adventure. got trauma instead. doesn’t learn her lesson, goes on another adventure. trauma x2: electric boogaloo, but this time for a good cause. 

Raoul: intolerable Noble Asshole, in love with his married cousin, thinks Halah’s evil, maybe.

Ilyas: likes Raoul, who’s kind of a jerk, and is in denial about it. in love with Halah, convinced she’ll never see him that way. totally ignorant of the fact that he’s the Best Boy.

Nilam: literally none, she’s the coolest person ever. down to fight Raoul at the slightest provocation though, which can be inconvenient.

Sirin: doesn’t realize her cousin’s in love with her. has no idea what she’s getting into when she goes on a cross-country treasonous road-trip to rescue her kid or die trying. 

Nur-al-Hayat: unfortunately, mommy and daddy issues. soon to be brother issues too. 

Glitch

Cipher: might get himself killed with his need to make a quip at every (in)opportune moment. his entire identity is wrapped up in his brother-who-isn’t-really-his-brother, and without him, who is he even?

Sasha: so busy angsting over whether she’s a person that she completely misses that she is the coolest ever, actually. also thinks cipher’s funny. might crack her face if she smiles though. 

Etienne: rich white boy realizes too late his parents are Evil, his money comes from Evil, and that he’s Evil by association if he doesn’t do anything about it. tries to run away from it all, fails successfully, and then accidentally triggers a civil war. 

Rivener

Wren: could break everything and herself if she thinks about anything for too long.

Kai: that is my precious darling angel baby boy and i love him. some might side-eye him for giving his former slaver one single chance to redeem herself and then falling in love with her, but actually his heart is just huge and enormous and you wouldn’t get it.

Cormac: Area Man In a Stupid Hat Ruins Everything. critical failure to consider other people as people.

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tagging: @tracle0, @hyba, @athemarina, @zmwrites, and @sculpture-in-a-period-drama

#tag meme #rivener* #lofm.wip #oracle.wip #glitch.wip #kaatibawrites #this was SO FUN

[spectrelope]

Get yourself a man who can carry you lovingly in his arms or be the most comfy cushion this Valentine's Day 💕

These two are Kostya and Ilya, @censeredsinner and I's Dishonored ttrpg characters expressing their love to one another :D

They're rival assassins and Kostya's entire schtick is to bring Ilya back to Tyvia because he pissed off someone high ranking but oops he fell in love instead?? They're both Bastard but I love them dearly.

#my ocs #my art #dishonored #dishonored oc #kostya #ilya #ocs #ttrpg

[polarnacht1]

I'm shameless and curious, so 7, 17, and 20 for the ao3 wrapped asks please! :D

thank you for another one, love the asks!!

7. If you use song lyrics, from which artist's songs did you pull from the most? I don't use song lyrics that often tbh, but one I remember was from Apache207 (German artist) and one from Jay-Z.

17. Your favourite character to write this year? This was Ilya Rozanov from the Game Changer series, he's such the right amount of bastard and nice to make him fun to write. Plus it was a first, that's always special (sorry Yassen, but at least he's a fellow countrymen 😂)

20. Which work of yours have you reread the most? uh... this year probably The Absence of Hate though tecnically I only reread it once, but I count it as it's so long 😂

#icebluecyanide #answered aks #ao3 wrapped #thank you!!