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omg omg maybe like chad x riley weathers reader
doesn’t have to be anything super specific maybe like comforting them after dewey dies or after gale is attacked
or hcs honestly anything
Warnings: mention of character death (Dewey)
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The day your parents announced their separation to you was the worst day of your life.
You had only been thirteen years old, but you remembered it like it was yesterday.
Mindy and Chad had invited you over for the weekend-long sleepover. You spent the weekend watching horror movies in secret — and hiding in Chad’s shoulder during gore-y parts you couldn’t stomach —, eating popcorn and ice scream, scraping your knee when falling from Mindy’s bike. It was a really fun weekend. You were excited to tell your parents all about it when they picked you up, but only your mom was in the car.
When you got home, your dad was there and you could tell by his face that he wasn’t in his best mood. You thought it had something to do with your grandmother, but it wasn’t. Your parents sat you down and announced that they would be divorcing.
You never thought another day could take this day’s position — until today.
You were at Chad’s, hanging out on the couch and distracting yourselves from the return of ghostface, when you received a text from Sam asking you to come to the hospital. Since Tara had not been released yet and she didn't have access to her phone, you assumed she wanted to see you, but when you arrived at the hospital you were faced with a totally different scene.
Lights from police cars were flashing around the entrance, giving away that something — likely ghostface related — had happened. Your stomach twisted at the thought and you leaned into Chad’s side, getting the feeling that this was ghostface related. He released a shuddered breath, wrapping a protective arm around you.
Chad was the one to point Sam and Richie talking to the police in a corner. He pulled you toward them, but your eyes caught a body-bag being rolled out of the hospital by coroners. There was a tag attached to the bag — a name —, but it was too far to be able to read it.
Was it Tara? Did ghostface finish her?
It didn’t make sense though. If Tara had been killed, Sam would be crying the loss of her sister. Instead, she and Richie were looking at you with sad and pitying faces.
‘’We’re so sorry, Y/N,’’ Sam said, heavy-heartedly informing you that the body in the bag was Dewey.
An agonizing scream derived out of your lungs as all the air was knocked out of them. Your heart began racing in shock and disbelief, refusing to accept that your father was dead. He was strong and resilient, he had survived many ghostface attacks and stabbings. He couldn't be dead, no.
Sam was retelling what happened inside the hospital. How ghostface had attacked Tara and that Dewey came to help them. Although he had retired, helping and saving people was something he would never stop doing.
He fought until whoever was under the killer was knocked out, but he didn't come with Sam, Tara and Richie in the elevator. He went to shoot ghostface, because according to the pattern of the past, it's the only way to kill them.
After a moment, Dewey was not coming out so Richie went back to check on him and found the ex-sheriff in a pool of his own blood — dead.
You slipped from Chad’s grip and ran to the coroners, hot tears streaming like waterfalls. ‘’No! Dad!’’ you screamed as the two men set the body-bag in the back of the van.
Before you could reach them, one of the police who knew you pulled you away. Her heart was breaking at the loss of her old co-worker, but she couldn’t let you get close to the body-bag. Another scream left your lips as you attempted to get away from the policewoman’s grip, the pain in your heart so big you needed to scream.
Chad came over to you, taking over from the police officer, and immediately you stopped screaming, turning them into heavy sobs. You felt your knees giving out, not strong enough to stand anymore. Thankfully, Chad caught you before you fell to the parking lot’s ground.
He didn’t say anything, knowing no words would fix your pain. Chad didn’t have any experience with death. The only person he lost was his uncle Randy, but he wasn’t even born when he died. So he took the support route and wrapped his arms around you tightly.
You leaned against his chest, crying into his hoodie as sobs shook your whole body.
Your mother had been called too. Her car pulled up in the parking lot a few minutes after you. She got out, calling your father’s name like she did in the past attacks, but this time he wasn’t there.
All she saw was her daughter crying in the arms of her boyfriend. 
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captainjacklyn · 4 months
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Making my first DOL post today..random game I got into, it's so easy to get invested.
So here is my PC, don't be fooled- that's a boy he just likes his hair long cause an someone told him it looked nice.
Kinda felt like giving him a small description, how he views most of the LIs and other characters, maybe him as a person idk this really feels like a shitpost. I only recommend the game if you aren't a minor and have a strong ass stomach cause I almost vomited the first time.
!!TW!! mentions of SA, blood, gore, violence, human experiments, death, abuse (both mentally and physically), psychopathic behavior, murder, mutation, stalking, if I missed any other triggers please inform me immediately so that I may fix my mistakes. If any of these topics make you uncomfortable, I advise you to please ignore this post and find something else more suitable. !!TW!!
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Degrees of Lewdity :
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APPEARANCE :
The slender young man slowly stares back at you and returns your greeting. "Oh..it's you." his name is Elias, he's a resident at the local orphanage, he won't talk back if you try anything. Just avoid taking off his gloves unless he allows it.
PROFILE/MAIN INFORMATION :
Species - human, any hybrid Occupation - student Affiliation - orphanage, oxford street school Age - 18 years old Height - 178 cm Birthday - 04th of April Gender - male (can morph his system into changing sexe so female too) Marital Status - Dating Sydney, Avery's side hoe Zodiac Sign - Aries Best Subject - English, History Interests - Cross dressing, sunbathing, napping, gardening, makeup
PERSONALITY :
Elias is an unfazed and blunt yet somewhat gentle young adult who quietly cares for others from afar. At first glance, many would think that he only speaks up when others wish to converse with him, even then his answers are short with little depth. Though it is stated that his confidence becomes much more evident once he gets comfortable, Elias can tease his peers and act playful. Furthermore, he will occasionally invite friends to spend some time with him. Whether it be taking a nap together, walking along the beach shore or reading in the library. He can crave company and has no shame in asking for someone's attention.
Not only so, but angering/provoking Elias is a feat itself, he usually avoids confrontation by walking away and even when things get out of hand, the young man will still struggle for the sake of running off. Though reaching a certain state of insanity, he looses all control of reason and will attack the offender without limit. This livid persona gives him an animalistic instinct to kill, relentlessly harming the individual(s) who previously caused his senses to go a-wire. The way he does this can get more gruesome depending on the previously inflicted physical or mental wounds on Elias, from forcing himself on them to tearing their skin open and eventually creating a gash deadly enough to give them a slow painful end. He stops at nothing until he's satisfied with how much suffering his abuser lives through.
InGameAU/Canon
Note - The statements above is largely different to how he canonically behaves. I have a knack for 'book accurate' vs 'show representation' and wanted a similar concept for my character.
In the game itself, Elias is much less of a victim and instead finds himself to be in constant control (I've been wary of any nonconsensual interactions, making a save before every choice that could lead to gr*pe or getting..y'know v*red). He is manipulative, defiant and easily angered. Belittling any passerby who leaves him a crude remark, regarding his more manipulative tendencies, this does result in him being a bit of a player.
One ↦ Robin can only have a specific percentage of confidence, preferably leaning towards a hundred but never fully. There is the excessive guilt-trip technique, Elias takes care of him from time to time and the moment Robin says something that could waver the white haired boy's sense of control he half scolds him by reminding Robin of everything he does just for him.
Two ↦ Sydney's purity = max level at all times. He doesn't want to deal with the possibility of having a bratty little *sshole follow him around everywhere for s*x. Especially not if the church proceeds to act up along with his corrupted state. The two of them are dating in game, Elias mainly uses him for protection at school, status wise at least. Due to Elias' line of work and desperate need to pay off Bailey, my PC cheats on Sydney practically everyday, having intercourse with multiple NPCs who offer a good price in exchange for his body as well as acting as Avery's sugar baby.
Despite this, he does care, I promise that he does. But his way of thinking would be similar to Alicent Hightower from House of The Dragon. He isn't narcissistic and has never once acted that way, however Elias is heavily twisted by loneliness abandonment issues go brr, anxiety and peer pressure (e.g robin getting punished for not paying his rent, Bailey possibly selling him off to the farm, etc..). This causes him to appear collected and normal at one moment and then unexpectedly go nuts.
BACKGROUND :
Elias' past follows most of the in-game's PC backstory, he was raised in the orphanage by Bailey and supposedly lived within that town his whole childhood. Another NPC who is only present in Elias' story is Monika, an older sister-like figure who was also raised in the orphanage but soon adopted and taken away. She is said to have learned to read rather quickly and many youngsters would come to her for stories, including Robin. Monika was especially close to Elias, treating him like he was a blood relative than just another inhabitant, their bond grew strong as years passed and her depart created a rather detrimental impact on Elias. Who closed in on himself and ceased to socialize, a partial root to his present conduct.
However, there is a darker side to his story. This would also explain the truth behind his gloved hands which he hates uncovering at all cost, as well as his existence alone. Elias wasn't conceived naturally, instead he was created inside an artificial womb manufactured by a non-governmental laboratory which was currently exploring the nature of hybrids (e.g beings such as the Black Wolf or Great Hawk). A group of scientist took a step further, planning a project which was yet to be approved by their employer, and decided to combine several varieties of animal DNA along with human ones. Their goal was to revolutionize the science of genetic research. Unfortunately, the team was found out and reported to their boss, who visioned Elias' birth as a horrific mistake exhibiting complete disrespect to the laws of nature. The people who had fabricated the unnatural child were instantly discarded from further company work.
Up until that point, the infant mainly looked human and acted as such. So the executive ordered for the toddler to be dropped off at an orphanage and forgotten.
TRIVIA/BONUS FACTS :
Elias is rather fashionable, he sometimes goes into the supermarket to try on a set of clothes before leaving without purchasing a single item. (the art is in the savings)
It is stated by several NPCs that he has a bad habit of staring, this is actually due to him daydreaming/spacing out whilst looking ahead unconsciously.
His favorite drink is lemonade and favorite dessert is lemon tart, anything that has to do with lemons is usually enjoyed by Elias.
When adapting to an environment, his hands are the first to metamorphose. They also connect to his emotions/primal instincts, circumstances like these are what drove Elias to hide them.
His screams sound like a mix of Caraxes and Syrax, his sounds are more guttural than actual cries.
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nobodywritingao3 · 9 months
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Your Love (Deja Vu) [ch 3]
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Phil stores his sons during a fight, revealing his true nature to them. Caught up in the moment, he doesn't get a chance to explain to them and falls asleep. When he wakes up, they're inconsolable.
CW: - gore - minor character death - Phil eats people - hard vore - soft vore
title taken from 'Your Love (Deja Vu)' by Glass Animals but specifically the stripped back version because that makes me cry
word count: 1.7k 💔 read it on AO3
The kids will be in Technoblade's room. They always go there when they're upset.
Phil's already brushed his teeth, scraped his tongue, flossed, rinsed with mouthwash, and even brushed his teeth a second time out of nervousness. His gums are bleeding, and after popping a mint into his mouth for good measure, they also sting a little bit. He showered off the grime and blood and he's dressed in his most comfortable 'dad clothes,' as Wilbur has taken to calling them. When he looks at his reflection, he almost feels like himself again.
He walks down the hallway, careful to make his footsteps steady and audible as he approaches the door. There are hushed whispers from the room, but as he nears the sounds die into tense silence. He comes to rest outside the room and knocks a gentle rhythm he's used with the kids since he took them in.
"Hey mate, can I come in?" He asks softly, voice still dry and raspy.
There's no answer.
He wants to turn around and flee. He isn't strong enough to do this, he isn't strong enough to be their father; he's already proven that he's a fuck-up parent and he should really just do them all the favor of leaving.
"If you don't answer me, I'm going to open the door," Phil continues, practically forcing the words out of his mouth. "You know the house rules; I need to make sure you're safe."
There's still no answer, so with his stomach churning in anxiety, he twists the handle and slowly pushes the door in.
The three of them are standing around with packed bags, ready to go, the window hanging open. Wilbur has a deer-in-the-headlights, blank expression on his face, holding Tommy up to the windowsill and looking ready to toss him outside. He and Phil stare at each other. He awkwardly lowers his little brother to the floor.
Phil just stands there, taking in the scene, before he's pulled from his thoughts as Techno drops a backpack on the floor with a thump.
He flinches away from Phil's gaze as soon as it lands on him. "Please just - just let us go," he says quietly.
"No. No, no you can't," he plainly responds, too shocked to elaborate. His eyes dart between each of their faces.
"We won't tell anyone," Wilbur pleads. "We're not even..." he trails off, searching for the words. He can't find them and simply begs,"please."
Phil shakes his head, backing away from the door. "Wilbur, you're thirteen. Techno is barely fourteen, and Tommy is eight. You're too young to be alone," he reasons desperately, trying to keep the hurt from his voice. "It's better if you stay here."
They stare at him. That's obviously not what the conversation is about, and at a better time, it's the kind of thing they would have pointed out and teased him for.
"Please stay."
Techno shuffles his feet like he's picking up the nerve to retort, and Wilbur's eyes widen. He shoots out a hand and grabs his brother by the arm, giving him a panicked, warning look.
"No, Wil." Techno's voice is hard, and he shrugs his hand off. "I want to talk about this."
He turns to Phil with a defiant set in his jaw. "If you're not going to kill us - " Phil flinches at the accusation, " - then just let us go - what was the point of pretending to love us anyway?"
Phil stumbles over his words, his desperation palatable. "I do love you. I love you so much, you're my boys and I never want to hurt you." It comes out as more of a beg than a statement. A beg to be believed, a beg for them to stop looking at him like he'll snap at any moment and start tearing into them the way he tore into the soldiers.
"You ate us," Wilbur protests. He doesn't sound angry or rebellious - it would be better if he did - he just sounds horrified. Shocked and vaguely hurt.
Phil's heart aches. "I didn't - I didn't eat you." It sounds weak, even to him. "I'd never digest you, I love you - that was my brooding pouch, like a kangaroo - I would never send you to my stomach. If you were in my stomach, you would have seen - " he cuts himself off, not wanting to remind them of what he'd done to the army, but judging from their faces, it's too late for that.
Techno won't even look at him. "You could have sent us to your stomach. On accident." The implication in his words slams into Phil like a tidal wave, leaving him gasping for air.
"What? I - no, Tech - "
"We saw how you ate Wilbur," Tommy softly chimes in, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt and staring at the ground.
He's so quiet, and so matter of fact, and Phil just doesn't have a response. All he can do is stare and feel his guilt prickle across his back.
Tommy continues, "You were so... hungry. What if you'd eaten him for real?"
Phil shakes his head hard and fast. "No. No, no, no, no. I didn't - you don't know my anatomy, Toms," he pleads. His throat and voice still aches, but he doesn't care. He talks through the pain. "My storage - I imprinted on you years ago. My nervous system wired itself to identify you as my babies, my brood. Even if I was trying - and I would never, ever try - I wouldn't be able to send you to my stomach." He resists the urge to cry. He just wants them to believe him. "It's instinct. My body would send you to my brood pouch on instinct."
He can tell from their faces that they don't believe him.
Tears gather in the corner of his eyes.
"Guys, please - " he begs again. He starts forward but immediately stops, seeing them withdraw away from him. "You can't - you can't go." He tries to speak authoritatively, but it comes out too earnest and urgent. "I won't allow it."
"Why not?" Wilbur asks, aggravated. "We're not - we're humans, and you eat - "
"I haven't in years," he cuts in pathetically. "Yesterday was a fluke."
"We were managing just fine without you," he continues harshly. "We don't fucking need you - don't you get that?!" His voice raises to a yell. "You are just like everyone else. Every other adult who took us in, and promised they'd love us and protect us - as soon as we're inconvenient, none of that matters anymore. Maybe you even believe what you're saying to us, but you are a fucking liar. We'll fuck up: we'll break a dish or argue too loudly or come home drunk and you'll get mad, and then you'll eat us. You don't love us, and clearly you never did, because if you had then you wouldn't have lied!"
He's breathing hard, his face red, and his eyes glossy. He angrily scrubs at his face. Techno and Tommy look at him in horror, eyes flitting between Wilbur and Phil in dread.
"Wilbur..." Phil starts softly. He resists the urge to reach out and pull the boy close. "You're wrong, of course I love you. What those people did to you was horrible, and I would never - have I ever hurt you? Even yesterday, when I was out of my mind, I was just - I was trying my best for you. You're my son."
Wilbur's voice shakes hard in a mixture of heartbreak and anger. "You were out of control! It's dumb fucking luck that you saw as your kids instead of - instead of prey - if we're even to believe you! So what about next time?!"
Phil shakes his head vehemently. "There won't be a next time. And even if there is, I won't digest you because I can't - because my body recognizes that you don't belong in my stomach. You belong in my storage, mate, because I love you."
Techno steps forward, his hand coming up and pushing Wilbur and Tommy slightly behind him. "That doesn't matter, 'cause we don't even know if you're telling the truth. We want to go, let us go."
He hates everything about this conversation. They went from terrified of crossing him to unearthing deep rooted childhood trauma to - to this and it's not - this is worse. Something inside of him breaks.
He doesn't want to lose them, why can't they see that? If they just listened to him -
"I don't care if you're afraid of me right now, Tech, this is for your own good." There's a steely quality in his voice that doesn't match how he feels. 
Techno glowers at him. "We are leaving."
"No. No, you're not. I'm sorry, but despite how you feel about me right now, you are children. And more than that, you are my children. If you leave this house, I'll just - I'll just track you down and bring you back. As your father - "
"You're not our dad!" Techno spits out.
Anger curls tightly around Phil's heart. Of course he is, of course he's their - they're just being immature right now. They aren't seeing -
"And you can't make us stay," he says through grit teeth. "We will run the fuck out of here, and never come back."
He clenches his jaw. "If you try that, I will eat you again and keep you there until you're in your thirties."
Oh, shit - FUCK - he slaps a hand over his mouth, breathing hard.
He didn't mean to say that. He didn't mean to say that at all. It just - it just came out of his mouth before he even realized what it was.
They'll misunderstand him, they'll think he's saying that -
Oh fuck.
Phil's heartbeat picks up. This is the exact opposite of what he wanted.
He doesn't mean it, of course he doesn't mean it. He loves them. He loves them, he loves them, he loves them.
But they don't know that ( - they don't know that anymore - ) and the effect his words has is instantaneous. In a second, they've gone from righteous and rebellious to terrified.
He lowers his hand from his face. "I - I didn't mean it like that," he whispers.
Techno shifts backward next to Wilbur. Tommy has tears flowing down his cheeks.
"I didn't - I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," he's babbling again but he knows there's nothing to say.
He grasps the doorknob and swings the door shut before he can do more damage.
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orriculum · 10 months
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Because you can read something that is written specifically as a way to criticize the capitalist society in which suffering is consumed as entertainment without endorsing said suffering and violence. And if you feel like you're the spectator of the Hunger Games, rather than identify with the tributes, then maybe the book message isn't going to do anything for you.
i get what you're saying, but i feel a little like you're misinterpreting me. maybe i didn't express well enough that i'm impressed with the book in how emotionally harrowing and yet pointed it is, or you took my post more literally than i meant it, but think that's the area where something got lost.
i'm not saying that buying the second book is endorsing violence, but i am saying that the book does a good job making you consider your own relationship to viewing violence for entertainment. and the hunger games, as a book series, is entertainment, because no one forced me to read it. i don't have a strong stomach for violence in media, i can barely sit through horror movies. but i'm not saying any "don't read it bc it's violent" kind of bullshit as if i think the characters are real people. i don't.
i think it's ironic that a book with zero subtlety about violence in media became massively successful, in part, because it leans into gore as entertainment. people like blood and guts, shocker. no one's making the ones who walk away from omelas into a blockbuster feature.
i think i disagree with you on that second sentence though. it's the easier option to identify with the tributes and rail at the system, because then the book never makes you question your own compliance within it.
i think we all want to identify more with the tributes, but just because they're the teens in a book aimed at teenagers, but because they're the underdogs, they're not "on the side" of the oppressive power system. but i think you really do miss something if you don't think about the fact that you are more like the capitol's spectators than you want to be, not because you're reading a violent book, but because in real life, you probably do contribute to the oppressive systems in place in someone else's life.
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joanquill · 1 year
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Ghost hunting/summoning
Number:16 Characters: all the gang Type:fluff What about everyone getting together to celebrate hallowen and then they decided to play a diabolic game and ended up summoning a ghost or maybe something like a mission related to a haunted house or a cult? Thanks💗💗
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Albert, William, and Louis James Moriarty, Sebastian Moran, Fred Porlock, James Bonde, Jack Renfield, Miss Moneypenny, Von Herder, and Zack Paterson
Warning/s: Blood, Little Bit of Gore
Tag/s: Fluff, Pretty much scientifically and historically inaccurate
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"Uh..." you muttered as you looked at the abandoned manor in front of you as crows flew away.
The gates were covered with vines and moss crawling up the mansion with police tape hurriedly wrapped around.
The paint was peeling, and the walls barely kept it together as pieces of wood fell from who knows where.
The windows were broken, nailed with wood, or swaying with the wind.
You swear you see a child's silhouette waving on one of them despite no light coming from inside.
"Yeah... I think I'll stay in the carriage with Herder,"
"What? You're scared?" Sebastian teased as he blocked you, making the others look.
"No!" you quickly denied, "I just thought... I'd be more useful if I stayed," you explained as you pushed past him.
"(Y/N)," William called out, making you sigh and stop.
"...If I die, I'll haunt your asses 'till you join me in Hell,"
"Why the hell are we doing police work when we're criminals, anyway...?" you muttered to yourself as you followed the group inside.
"Here is the crime scene,"
"Where's the body?"
"Look around," blood and chunks dripped down the walls, making you sick in the stomach.
"(Y/N)?"
"Yeah?"
"My arm...?"
"Oh, sorry," you apologized to Moneypenny as you loosened your hold, not noticing how tightly you hugged it as Moneypenny kept you close.
"I see..." William muttered as he observed around, along with Louis and Albert.
"I'll keep the Scotland Yard at bay,"
"I'll ask around the people around if they noticed anything,"
"Moran and I will check the area outside,"
Paterson, Fred, Instructor Jack, and Sebastian excused themselves, leaving you six behind.
"Let's go check the second floor," Bonde suggested as Moneypenny and Jack agreed, pulling you along.
"Ugh... I don't like this..."
"...I really don't like this..." you muttered, seeing the satanic circle on the floor with candles, ropes, knives, blood, and an ouija board.
"What's that?" Bonde walked to the center of the board, the ceiling about to give out.
"JAMES!" you shouted as you pulled him back, the ouija board now crushed with some of the floorboards now sticking out.
"Okay... Let's get out of here," you pulled James and Moneypenny back down, seeing the brothers still there.
"What was that?"
"A sign to get out of here," you answered as you ran to the front doors, but they slammed shut in your face.
"What the-!?" you jiggled the doorknob to open it, but it was locked.
"Well, well..." a strange voice echoed in the house, making you all freeze.
"I thought we were the ones here..." you muttered as you ran back to Moneypenny.
"We are," Louis confirmed, raising a brow at the voice.
The windows started to move on their own as paintings and picture frames fell.
"Did you really think killing me would be the end of it all?" the echo said as the strong wind blew inside.
"Will!?"
"I'm figuring it out, too," he answered as the six of you got pushed onto a wall.
"What do you want!?" you asked the echo, making the wind stop.
"Do you really not recognize me?" it asked, making a body take shape before you.
You couldn't recognize them with their face completely deformed.
"The one you killed so heartlessly?" they asked again as you squinted your eyes.
"...Yeah, you gotta be more specific than that..." you muttered, making the ghost screech as everything went wild.
"(Y/N)!"
"I'M THE ONE WHO WANTED TO STAY BEHIND WITH HERDER!"
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toxooz · 1 year
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Yo I'm curious. How do sports work in the comic? Like are there cut offs and restrictions for monsters so humans can still participate? Or are they in completely different divisions like men and women, monster and human type beat?
Love your art and comic btw. It's really good and I'm completely sucked in now.
UUH yeah i feel like sports are probably WAY more complicated in this universe solely bc of all the different monster types and their advantages/ disadvantages but i think overall It's just separated into human sports and monster sports. There's general rules and regulations for all monsters about using their tails, wings, horns, and any other extra appendages but there could also be sports that exist that center around the use of the tail or wings or what have you but as far as regular "our world" sports they try to make it an overall playing field. Plus for any of the monsters on the more humanistic end of the spectrum, they could sometimes pass into human sports-for instance Ignazio could pass in human sports as long as he doesn't use his stomach mouth or tail to his advantage or else he'd be disqualified. Esp since he's a surfer for his profession, if there's both monster and human surf events he could play in both, only using his tail and stomach mouth as he pleases in the monster version. As Far as skateboarding goes, wings may be allowed to be used to have longer air time but for only like 2.5 seconds or somethin specific like that, so that way Kari has somewhat of an advantage for the "monster aspect" in order to create new tricks or a new twist of an existing trick but doesn't allow her to just openly cheat if that makes sense. Ollie only played in monster (american) football bc with his strength and size he'd send even the strongest human football athlete straight into a closed casket funeral LMFAO so him playing against other potentially large and strong monsters makes it more of an even game. Same with his horns he had to wear lil caps on his horns to prevent goring another player and also bc horns wouldn't be of any special advantage in monster football so may as well cover them up:
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so i mean it all depends on the specific monster and what the sport is/requires and im sure there's individual physical tests to do to determine that, there's surely a whole SLEW of lawsuits and scandals of monsters using their abilities to cheat which sets the future rules in order but yeah sports are a cc ccomplicated aspect
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oklcmc · 1 year
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀〝⠀I’m TRYNA be a LEADER⸝ but shit⸝ I’m FALLIN’ in⠀⠀⠀MY PAST⸝⠀〞 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀✱ Tory Lanez — Adidas ❪2020❫
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ׂ ̣ ○ . ° ♰ 𓈒 ॱ 𓂂 WORD COUNT⠀⦂⠀5,057
ׂ ̣ ○ . ° ♰ 𓈒 ॱ 𓂂 PAIRING⠀⦂⠀street fighter!black!male oc ❪keith powers❫ ✕ black!female oc ❪kelis rogers⸝ circa ‘99❫
ׂ ̣ ○ . ° ♰ 𓈒 ॱ 𓂂 FOREWARNING⠀⦂⠀This chapter will contain use of strong language and gore ִ 𖤠 Read at your own discretion.
ׂ ̣ ○ . ° ♰ 𓈒 ॱ 𓂂 AUTHOR’S NOTE⠀⦂⠀⠀⠀‘’⠀⠀⠀I’ve been working on this chapter progressively throughout these past few months of ‘22 and yet,I still don’t like the way it turned out. Given that it is just a filler chapter to give you guys hints on what everything’s leading up to in the next act,I still feel as though I could’ve put forth more effort with it to make it even more intriguing,but I’m not trippin’,’cause I really didn’t want to bring this chapter into ‘23 with me. Having this finally completed has been a huge weight lifted off my shoulders,you guys have no idea,so praise God for that! I can finally start the process of cracking down on my other hobbies besides writing this month,going into ‘23. As I would say back in my Wattpad days,show support by liking,reblogging or even commenting! I’m appreciative of every little interaction y’all give me,but more specifically with this piece of work here! Muah!⠀⠀⠀‘’
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀〝⠀MY THOUGHTS MUST BE RELAXED⸝ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀BE ABLE TO MAINTAIN ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀‘CAUSE TIMES IS CHANGED ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀AND LIFE IS STRANGE
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀THE GLORIOUS DAYS IS GONE ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀AND EVERYBODY’S DOIN’ BAD ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀YO⸝ MAD LIVES IS UP FOR GRABS!⠀〞
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀-ˋˏ⠀VINEGAR HILL⸝ BROOKLYN ⠀⠀⠀⠀SATURDAY⸝ OCTOBER 𝟖ᵀᴴ⸝ 𝟏:𝟏𝟕 AM ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀TYREE’S PAD⠀ˎˊ˗ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀🐉系🍱🥢🥡💮𓈒𓄹
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ㅤㅤㅤ“𝕺KAY⸝ SO I’M FULLY AWARE that I’m late arriving to our Kung Fu Watch-A-Thon, but the great news is that I’ve come bearing gifts to make up for the time lost!”
After a forty-minute commute to the Soldier crew’s habitual dining place of Louie & Ernie’s Pizza back in The Bronx and weaving traffic for nearly the same amount of time, Kei and Lamar had successfully made it through the door of Tyree’s Vinegar Hill pad where Isaiah had been patiently anticipating their arrival on an empty stomach.
He sat slouched within his favorite seat within the apartment, arms crossed with his traditional attire of wrinkled baseball Jerseys and white crew neck T-shirts while The 36th Chamber of Shaolin aired on the 55″ flat screen television. The camouflage A Bathing Ape brand bucket hat he was then sporting had been slightly tilted down over his mahogany eyes, making it damn near difficult to tell on whether or not he had actually been watching the film or whether it had been watching him the entire time, especially beneath the dim directional lights of the front room.
They both had received an answer to their question when Isaiah went to adjust himself in the recliner at Kei’s bribery.
“Ah, I knew you couldn’t resist a good bargain,” Kei conveyed rather vivaciously, swiftly slipping from out her Cinderellaesque PVC pumps and leaving Lamar to fetch them like the mutt he was. She went to safely place her glass bag aside on the entertainment stand before taking the pizza boxes from his possession and going to approach Isaiah, kneeling before him in her authentic Thierry Mugler frock. “So what will it be tonight, Zay, plain cheese or Margherita?”
Without so much as a single utter, Isaiah didn’t hesitate when hungrily outstretching his hands for the box with the all cheese pizza stored inside of it.
“Now how’d I know you’d choose that one? More Margherita for me then,” She shrugged, placing the box of Margherita pizza on the coffee table before going to stand on her own two, facing towards the hallway in which their bedrooms resided while finally getting the opportunity to take down the high ponytail in her head that seemingly gave her a make-shift face lift and migraine throughout the course of the night. “I’ma go wash this makeup off and slip into something a little more comfortable. Keep my se—”
“Thank you.” An indistinct baritone voice muttered, causing Kei, as well as Lamar to pause dead in their tracks.
“Lamar, y-you said somethin’?”
“Hell nah!” He exclaimed, putting up a minor fight with the can of Red Bull he had managed to snag from the tall freestanding larder fridge while attempting to get it open. “I think that little nigga just talked!”
“Oh my God, Zay! You can talk?!?! It’s a miracle!” Kei exclaimed in excitement, clasping her hands together and bringing them up towards her gloss coated lips before turning to face Isaiah who had a bashful grin ghosting his full lips.
“That nigga hasn’t spoken in like five years!” Lamar stated, gently going to grab Kei up by her upper arm before catapulting her towering stature towards his own by his free hand. “Ay, whatever voodoo you performed on him and T, you need to try on me.” He blew a kiss in her direction in which she rejected by kissing her teeth and rolling her eyes before snatching away from him.
“It’s called “Decorum,” weird ass. You oughta learn more of it. Now if you’d excuse me, I’d like to go change unlike some people ‘round here. I ain’t gon’ name no names, and keep your hands out my pizza!”
“I bought the shit.” Lamar retorted, falling back onto the leather sofa.
“Yeah, with my man’s money!” Kei shot back once in the safety of her and Tyree’s bedroom before going to slam and lock the door.
“You, as well as I know that that’s bullshit, aight, Kei?! My mans owes me for all the babysittin’ I’ve done with you and Zay these past six years and countin’, for you, a month and countin’! Fuck else you think I’m gettin’ paid for? To sit ‘round, lookin’ pretty? Oh, I must’ve forgot, that’s you and Bianca’s responsibility, right? ‘Cause I ain’t tryna step on anybody’s toes!” Lamar shouted sarcastically in response from the living room area, mouth then full of cheese pizza.
“Tuh! Won’t ‘fend me none!” Kei sibilated once her high quality jewelry was removed and stored safely inside it’s organizer.
She opted her vintage Thierry Mugler frock for casual attire that was far less overstimulating, that being a graphic camisole top and a pair of loose fit denim shorts in which she had to fold the band over in order to keep them up on her waistline for the time being. She slipped her pedicured feet inside her green Marni Sabot mules with a very high priority of showering straight after dinner before retreating to the bathroom to rid her face of any makeup.
She was in the midst of drying her face with a few disposable Bounty quilted napkins when an obnoxious crash could be heard coming from the living room area, causing for her to pause all action completely. She thought nothing of it in that spare moment of silence, resuming with her nightly regime, chalking it up to being nothing more than Lamar’s ass horseplaying around with Isaiah, per usual, until it came to her name being shouted by Lamar, despair lacing his tone. She was sure on disposing the used napkins before rushing to his aide with her heart in her throat.
Kei knew something was off that night. Her intuition led her to believe so, and the blood smearing on the open door, staining Tec’s hands and all tracing back to the once white T-shirt of Tyree that was then soiled in it further proved that she should’ve stuck with her first instinct instead of putting her faith in his. She couldn’t bare the thought of losing another.
“TYREE!” Kei shouted unto him, knees collapsing at his side by the leather sofa in which his tremoring body was then laid upon. “Tyree...” She whimpered, tucking her quivering bottom lip between her teeth only momentarily as a tear fell from the tip of her tinted nose. She wasn’t afraid to get her hands or attire dirty when carefully going to bring his body closer to hers. She assumed the only way they’d receive any explanation on this at all was if they’d remain calm while going about it. “Tyree, baby, tell me what happened. Who did this to you, hm? C’mon...” She sniffed, damp forehead falling against his as she caressed his face for comfort though it did anything but that. “Please talk to me, baby. Just... Please!” She wept, losing patience as he convulsed within her arms.
By this time within the night, Tyree’s 6′2″ frame had succumb to severe pain due to the gunshot wounds that penetrated his shoulder and side. The amount of blood he had lost from the train station to right there on the sofa had him feeble and delirious. He could barely distinguish illusion from reality. A desperate cry for help would only resort in more blood being spilled, so was there even a point in entertaining the thought of it? If this were his fate then he was damn sure accepting of it.
“Tec, what happened tonight?!” When Kei couldn’t pry the answers from her boyfriend, she instead found herself inquiring the next person in line for the job. Her glossy eyes fell on Tec who paced at the center of the living room, bewilderness set into his expression as the events that took place well over an hour ago still played out in his head on a constant loop.
His blood-stained hands trembling with panic as he skillfully attempted to ignite the backwood tucked between his lips even in the condition of an sprained wrist. He couldn’t quite wrap his head around how none of them seen it coming, and on the other hand, he couldn’t help but to place blame on himself with how Tyree and Soldier ended up. So many “If’s” and “Maybe’s.” If only he had took his own truck instead of pooling with Soldier that night, it would’ve bought them more time to escape the Jakes with him. He could’ve gotten Tyree home much more quicker than what the train had, not to mention them having to walk blocks from the crime scene in order to catch that.
“Shit, I don’t know, Kei!” Tec bellowed in agitation once pulling the blunt from his lips, halting his pace only momentarily in order to gather his thoughts. “We was only supposed to be hittin’ The Heights to celebrate T’s win tonight. Couple bottles, some sesh, a few bitches, y’know? The usual. Shit took a left turn in Soldier’s whip once we found out them opp niggas was following us from the venue. Ra had to have been wit’ them niggas—”
“Ra?! As in Raphael?!” Lamar interrogated, head jerking back and eyes narrowing in disbelief. “Nah, no way.”
“Nigga, I’m tryna tell your ass, Ra was wit’ them niggas! Who the fuck else you think was bustin’ shots in T’s direction first?! In the front seat of our whip, at that?!” Tec sniffed, swiping his thumb beneath his frigid and tinted nose in anger by use of his dominant hand. “I saw the shit myself! Next thing you know, an old school Cadillac Coupe DeVille that them niggas was rollin’ in pulls up next to us and starts firing more shots. We all ended up crashin’ somewhere on 125th and Lex, but it ain’t end there. Tyree called himself hopping out to go after them niggas... Alone. Meanwhile, I’m left to tend to Soldier even though I’m just as fucked up as he is at that point,” He took a swift pull from his blunt, his vacant eyes wide open and set on nothing in particular as he went to close out his story. “I’m still not even a hundred percent sure what went down in that station earlier, shit, I’m not even sure if I want to know. I’ll let T tell y’all that part. All I do know is that Ra’s on the run, Soldier’s in the slammer and we out here.”
“Soldier’s in holding?” Kei questioned empathetically as if that had been the only statement she excerpted from his vent.
“Ain’t no fuckin’ way half these niggas jumped ship, Soldier’s in the can and we out here outnumbered, crippled or damn near dead! Let’s get Tyree to the nearest hospital so that we can go get back at them niggas!”
“Nigga, are you dumb, stupid or slow?! Did you not hear what the fuck I just said?! The streets is mad hot right now for any of us, that including Kei! It was mad surveillance cameras in that one spot. The best we can do right now is lay low ‘til it all blows over.”
“What?! And let him bleed out?!” Lamar questioned, extending his arms out in the direction of Tyree.
“I feel like you got somethin’ you wanna say, Lamar...” Tec stated, walking up on Lamar.
“You guys, is now really the best time for all this?” Kei questioned softly.
“Fuck that. I’m makin’ a housecall to Dr. Moore. He’ll clear all this shit up. C’mon, Zay. You ‘on’t need to be seeing all this.” Lamar stated, grabbing the back of Isaiah’s neck in a brotherly manner once he was in close proximity of him before they would both make their way to the back of the apartment.
“Yeah, you call that strung out ass nigga. I’m headin’ to the rooftop. I need some fuckin’ air.” Tec announced, slamming the door on his way out and leaving Kei on her lonesome.
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Flatbush,Brooklyn
A very eager and even more anxious Jasper Valentine sat positioned in genuflect as he laced his Adidas with unsteady hands before his own son who laid fast asleep and bundled within the comfort of his own car seat warmer, on the porch of none other than the Lewis’.
It was well past midnight and New York had hit it’s lows as far as the fall weather was concerned which would explain their hefty getups, but Jasper had deep meaning to go a lot further in his.
“Ay, little man, it’s daddy here,” Jasper glanced down at his five-month-old son’s full face for what could potentially be the last time, his NUK brand pacifier being latched on sporadically throughout the infant’s deep slumber. “I realize... I realize that you’re far too young to comprehend just what I’m about to tell you, but I feel as though I at least owe that to ya dukes since your grandparents couldn’t exactly do the same when it came to us. I’m going away for a minute. Going to find your Titi Kei along with your Tío Antonio. It’s uncertain to me on just how long we’ll actually be away or if we’ll even be returning at all with the way things are lookin’ right now, but the really dope part about all this, is that you’ve got angels in your corner, ready and willing to protect you at any given cost, that including your abuela, your madre and even ya Tía XiXi, so you be a good boy for them ‘til papi gets back, hm? And just remember, no matter what happens after tonight, I love you, Joie Valentine. Never will stop lovin’ you.” He kissed his teeth with a wink, giving his son a gentle chin check that caused the infant to slightly stir in his sleep before standing to his feet and going to adjust the strap of the brimming The North Face jester backpack on his right shoulder which so happened to be considered Joie’s makeshift diaper bag since birth as well.
His right hand latched onto the handle of Joie’s car seat before finally facing towards the front door of the Lewis’ Flatbush brownstone and proceeding to ring the doorbell with whatever pride he had left in him.
Mrs. Lewis’ dainty stature would soon appear at the interior craftsman doors of the vestibule of her brownstone in a satin bonnet while tying her terry cloth bath rope closed over her muumuu nightgown with her eyes halfway closed shut.
“Jasper,” The elder woman exhaled deeply in relief, bringing the young man into her tight embrace almost as if she hadn’t been expecting his company. He would’ve done the same if it weren’t for him clutching on the handle of Joie’s car seat as well as the strap of his diaper bag. “Thank God you made it here safely,” She pulled back, clasping her hands together before bringing them up towards her full lips as she batted her natural lashes in his direction. “How you been holding up?”
“I’ll be at ease once I know Kei’s back home safe,” Jasper stated, a little hostile than he probably initially intended. This all stemming from their very first encounter with the police. Seemed as if everyone had questions, but no one had answers, so he was setting out to find them on his own. “Look, Mrs. Lewis, I... I just wanted to personally thank you for doing me this solid again. I really don’t know how me and mines would’ve even made it this far without the support of you and yours. The Tsangs included.”
“Jasper Valentine, there’s no need to thank me,” She insisted, grabbing at both of his brawny upper arms. “You just thank the Lord above for binding us together in trying times such as this and for giving you the strength and protection to carry on day to day, you hear?” Her fingers slipping beneath his chin affectionately in order to lift his head up in confidence so that they were seeing eye to eye had him smiling through the pain. “The only thing you need to do for me is to be sure Kei gets home safely, okay?”
“Yes, ma’am,” He nodded his head in agreement. “And I know you didn’t ask for anything in return, but I still left $500 in cash, my EBT card and the keys to the apartment in Joie’s diaper bag just in case I don’t make it back in time and he ends up needing more clothes, diapers, formula or anything else for that matter. I know you’ll be checkin’ in on mi abuelo as well though he’s pretty self-sufficient, but just in case, his SSDI check comes in on the third of each month and that’s usually what we’ll use to pay the rent with after getting his necessities.”
“I know you’re good for it, baby,” Mrs. Lewis assured, taking Joie as well as his diaper bag from his possession around the same time Antonio made an appearance at the vestibule in his coordinating black assemble. Boy, was she a strong woman to be her early sixties. “Now you two go and find your sister. I’ll be praying!” She shooed the young adults away from her stoop.
They would get halfway down the street before they’d open their mouths to say anything.
“You never told me where we’re headin’ first.” Antonio stated, lacing his favorite range of metallic silver Nike Air Force Foamposite Pro sneakers.
“We’re going to see a man about a horse.” Jasper informed nonchalantly, not willing to make further conversation than that as he would yank the hood of his pullover over his freeform locs at the signal of the crosswalk light.
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Bloomingdale,New Jersey 3:16 AM
Jasper and Antoino’s excursion from the gutters of Flatbush, Brooklyn to the suburbs of Bloomingdale, New Jersey by use of the Q train was a straight shot that only took a two-hour duration if you included the bus rides in between. Their destination of the night was on the porch of a three-bedroom townhome complex located in a predominantly residential area. To say that they both felt every bit of out of place, especially dressed in all black while being Black, at this time of night, was an understatement, but they both knew that they were there to serve a greater purpose, so there was really was no use in turning back at that point in time. Plus the Rap music pumping from the inside told them otherwise. This had to have been a safe space.
“Yo, bro, just a reminder that when we get inside, let me do most of the conversing. Remember I told you on the train ride here that I’ve known these cats since high school and how they ain’t too fond of new people comin’ ‘round.” Jasper forewarned, ringing the doorbell to the townhome as instructed before stepping back to where Antonio stood, carelessly rolling his preferred strain of sour diesel into a fronto leaf just to calm his nerves since he couldn’t find the time to do so earlier.
“I gotchu, bro.” Antonio reassured, not even bothering to glance in his direction as the panel door before them flew open without even so much as an interrogation on their identities while standing on the opposite side, a thick fog of marijuana smoke following shortly after. Their choice in the likes of Baby Keem’s discography weren’t as muddled then with the door being wide open. They could make out every word being shouted within the sidebar conversations of those who occupied the living room area inside. Though it seemed too late within the night to be making plans to go anywhere far.
They could only guess who actually answered the door for them as their eyes fell onto a kid, no older than eight years old and evidently of mixed race just by the loose curl pattern of his untamed natural, standing in the doorway in Marvel thermal long johns and crew socks while rubbing his puffy eyes in closed fists.
“Ay, little man, your parents—” Jasper began to interrogate the boy on his parents whereabouts when the answer came stumbling into view.
“Blaze,” Though clearly inebriated, the woman was courteous enough to hiccup into her fist before clutching onto the door for some stability. “What’ve I told you ‘bout opening my door without permission from me or your dad, huh?!”
“Sorry, mommy...” Blaze sulked with his head hung low.
“There won’t be a “Sorry” next time. I’ma just start putting a belt to your ass, how ‘bout that?! Huh?! Now go to bed like I asked! You know good and dang on well you not supposed to be up at this time of night!”
“Yes, ma’am.” Blaze remained courteous throughout his mother’s dispute, turning on his heels to retreat to his bedroom, her eyes following him every step of the way.
“I’m sorry ‘bout that. These ki— Jasper?!” The young mother would cock an eyebrow, an inviting smirk ghosting her full lips as her hands fell to her waist at the sight of an old friend.
“Shawnee, hey,” Jasper greeted once coming to realization of it being his former friend from high school as she reached out for a hug to which he happily accepted. “Long time, no speak. It’s good to finally see you again. That’s you?” He asked, referring to the kid who had seen himself up to his bedroom.
“Um, yeah,” She nodded once pulling away from him and going to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. “Me and Juul’s. I heard you had one too. Congratulations.”
“Why, thank you.”
“The fuck is Juul?” Antonio muttered, only expecting for Jasper’s ears to hear until the back of Jasper’s hand came flying into his solid chest, nearly knocking the wind from him and the blunt from out his hand.
“Um, this is my brother-in-law, Antonio, but we call him Juice. I bought him along fo’ the ride.You think Juul’ll mind?”
“Course not. He’s been expecting your company, actually,” She stated, stepping aside to give them access to the townhome. “Upstairs, first door on your left.”
“Thank you.”
The duo would enter the townhome with great precaution, moving with stealth as they passed the kitchen, dining and living room areas that housed two more beautiful women— One sporting a bleached pixie cut and the other sporting a side swoop— Who indulged in their choice of marijuana or liquor while sparking up a conversation on the company as they passed by in order to reach the staircase.
They were hardly able to make it past the threshold of their designated bedroom within the townhome without firearms being pointed in their direction, causing for them to throw their hands up in defense.
“Yo, Juul, Paris, Sol? Chill! It’s just me, Jasper, from prep school, remember?” Jasper sputtered with his chest heaving as the trio hesitated to lower their weapons. He pondered on if this paranoid behavior came routine for the three, especially with a child being involved. Surely, these weren’t the same people he once considered running with back in prep school.
“Shit, Jasper,” Juul exhaled, running a clammy hand down his speckled face before being the first of the three to lower his weapon, surprisingly. “You gotta speak up next time. We almost blew your damn lid off,” He drawled, his ocean blue eyes scanning the room to catch his two colleagues still in defense mode. “They good.”
“They ain’t good ‘til I say they are,” Paris stated, glancing back at Juul.
Sol was an exchange student deriving from Japan at their time of prep school. He verbally spoke a lick of English and was more on the mute side either way which lead other people to push their own narratives about who he was as a person. Except for Paris. Paris was patient, ready and willing to protect Sol at all costs, study his culture and vice versa, so Sol would always feel the need to coincide with him, good or bad. They were the true definition of yin and yang. Before The Notorious 3 were even established, there was Paris and Sol, bonding over their passions for hypebeast fashion and music.
“I know that’s Jasper, but who the fuck is this Mr. T lookin’ motherfucker to the left of him? Nobody sent for him.”
True, Jasper thought.
He should’ve asked before stringing him along. He knew that they kept a knit operation and an outsider could cost them everything, so he couldn’t really blame them for being cautious.
“This is my brother-in-law, Antonio. We call him Juice. He’s just here lookin’ for the same answers as me, man.” This statement evidently put everyone’s racing minds at ease, causing for Paris and Sol to finally lower their weapons before Jasper and Antonio did the same with their hands.
“You should ask next time.” Paris suggested.
“No doubt.” Jasper agreed, hesitantly going to take a seat in the loveseat alongside Antonio.
“Y’all mind if I light this joint?” Antonio asked, making himself comfortable by removing his Supreme brand backpack before holding his fronto up to their eye level to prevent further suspicion.
“Yeah, man, knock yourself out.” Juul approved, taking a rip from his own form of antidepressant which so happened to be a vape.
“Now that the dust has settled, can we get down to business on my sister’s whereabouts?” Jasper inquired, irritation evident within his tone as he clasped his hands together.
“Course, bro. That’s what we’re all here for, right?” Juul stated with no particular response. “You know I’ve never beat around the bush with any of y’all, so I’ma just come right out and say that the reason the cops couldn’t find Kei is because she’s now apart of an underground street fighting ring.”
“She’s what?!” Jasper exclaimed in disbelief, leaping up from his place on the loveseat as if it would somehow obliterate the anger he’d been carrying all this time. He promised himself that he wouldn’t get riled up, no matter the circumstances that she were in, but he couldn’t seem to wrap his head around the fact that his baby sister had been engaging in an underground street fighting ring of some sort and how it only took Juul’s less than ten minutes to tell him so while it took the New York Police Department more than ten days to even identify XiXi’s lifeless body on a dead end street. They were useless! “Why y’all ain’t just tell me this shit on the phone earlier in the night, huh?! We could’ve been at these niggas’ spot!”
“Bro, don’t shoot the messenger, aight?! We just attended the spot earlier in the night after months of being absent from the scene. It would’ve been mad suspicious of us to go snatching Kei up without an actual plan in motion. Plus Kei didn’t seem to be in any immediate danger at that moment in time. What more do you want us to do?”
“To do your fuckin’ job, how ‘bout that?! Do exactly what I paid y’all to do! It’s not that fuckin’ hard!”
“And it ain’t that simple either, Jasper!” Juul’s reciprocated Jasper’s energy, pouncing up from his seat in the office chair before walking up on him. “And what you’re not about to do is come inside my crib and try to bitch me in front of our boys or my son while he’s lying in the next room! We beyond all this shit!” Being the bigger person out of the both of them, he gripped Jasper’s shoulder in order to compose him. “Look, I get your determination on getting your sister back home, Jasper, I truly do. I’d flip out if my sister was in a ring too, but you gotta keep in mind that these people we talkin’ ‘bout are just as lethal as us three, if not, more and on a much larger scale; therefore, we gotta be strategic on how we move.”
“Then what exactly is it that you suggest we do, Juul? ‘Cause I’m losing my patience. I’ll take them niggas on myself.” Jasper gritted, shooting daggers in his direction.
Truth be told, Juul hadn’t really had any particular plan in order. This was one of those plan-as-you-go situations, but he wasn’t about to let Jasper know that.
All previous tension within the room seemingly came to a standstill when all three of the women from earlier came bombarding the already crowded place with their inebriated spirits and the causes of them, sparing Juul some time to think this through.
Shawnee would stumble her way over to Juul before going to wrap her flimsy arms around his torso the best way that she could while her friend sporting the blonde pixie cut found a comfortable seat inside of Paris�� lap and the other replaced Jasper’s spot on the loveseat beside Antonio.
“Jasper, I’m sure you remember Shawnee,” Juul reintroduced his fiancée to his childhood friend as if they hadn’t already had the honor of doing so before he or Antonio had even stepped foot inside the townhome. “That’s Paris’ girlfriend, Phylum and their best friend, Angel, who’s pretty familiar with the underground scene, am I right, Angel?”
“Um, yeah,” Angel hesitated to answer, Seagram’s Escape Sangria wine cooler clenched within her hand. “Given I haven’t been in a few months.”
“That’s it!” Juul exclaimed, snapping his fingers.
“What’s it?” Jasper queried in irritation.
“Angel! We could use her as a decoy at the next street fight happenin’ at The Chop Shop in Queens! She can easily side with Kei, get the details on where they’re crashing at and from there, you and Juice’ll have y’all way on getting Kei out.”
Jasper didn’t know whether or not Juul’s plan was actually foolproof, but he didn’t think he had much of a choice at that point. He wasn’t familiar with that territory or it’s kindred, only Kei, so it was best to let him do his job, cause if the circumstances were up to him, he would’ve walked in, guns blazing over his sister.
“Aight, fuck it,” Jasper sighed out, giving in. “What’s the soonest you can get this all lined up?”
“Shit, tonight, but that doesn’t change the fact that the next street fight ain’t scheduled ‘til the end of the month.”
“Ain’t no sense in wasting time then. Let’s make it happen.”
“I’m on it, bro. You got my word.”
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⤷ occupation:juul and shawnee’s biological son
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⤷ occupation:juul’s fiancée and blaze’s biological mother
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⤷ occupation:paris’ long-term girlfriend
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⤷ occupation:shawnee and phylum’s girlfriend
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blood-starved-beast · 2 years
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Irelia headcanons part 2. Here’s part 1.
Irelia hates feeling like she’s not in control. It’s a trauma response from feeling as though she failed to be there for her family, and a defense mechanism to be strong for the Resistance in Ionia. It’s not limited to those circumstances, however. She’s like that with her fellow dancers, the soldiers, with her relationship with Liana, and even more intimate circumstances, if you know what I mean. She’s never entirely comfortable if she doesn’t know the stakes of the current circumstance.
Building off that, Irelia also dislikes being vulnerable. She can’t afford it, with how often the Navori Brotherhood and other extremists try to kill her. Despite that though, she’s the type of person who gets very emotional very easily, and has a tendency to cry when she does. She hates it.
According to a writer on the Riot team, Irelia is a vegetarian. To build off that, she’s not one necessarily for moral reasons so much as cause the Xan family raised her that way. As with any person who grew up eating a certain cuisine, Irelia doesn’t really like the taste (or more specifically the texture) of meat. She has eaten it though, especially when times in the Resistance were bad. She prefers fish and even bugs over it, and chicken to red meat. During the Sentinels she couldn’t really stomach more than a few bites of the meat rations she got, and left them. She assumed Rengar or even Graves would have eaten what she left behind but one time while those two weren’t around she found Riven eating the remains of her dish (who as a former Exile, knew not to waste food ever).
That being said her favorite foods are desserts. Especially heavy ones like cakes and ice cream (and of course, traditional Ionian/Asian desserts and also fruits). If presented with a cheesecake (which I imagine is not native to Ionia) she would scarf it down. This is why her model in-game is thicc despite her athleticism.
While she worked in the Sentinels (the version that exists in my head and not what we got), part of the reason she warmed up to Riven is cause Riven’s stupid unfunny jokes and poorly executed sarcasm reminded her of Zelos’s dumb jokes. She’s not consciously aware of this similarity, but it definitely made it easier to humanize the Butcher of the Bay.
She knows Akali and they’re friends, or as much friends as one could be if one of you is a Resistance leader and the other an assassin. Akali likes her well enough cause she’s honest about her goals, though she thinks Irelia to be “unbalanced” in her approach to peace. Irelia doesn’t like Akali’s rebellious-ness and recklessness, but her earnestness in trying to achieve her goals is admirable.These differences don’t get in the way of their friendship.
She met Karma early during the Invasion. It was after a very intense battle with the Noxians. The image of a young 14-year-old covered in blood and gore was something that rattled Karma to the core then and can’t really shake away now. Had a major impact on Karma’s approach to the Invasion afterwards.
Karma is one of the handful of people that doesn’t put Irelia on a pedestal or see her as a tool for fighting the Invasion. (Others include Akali and Riven). She often encourages Irelia to relax, and Irelia feels a lot more at ease around her than around most people.
Irelia defaults to referring to people close to her by nickname. She never really uses Liana’s name, instead using various terms of affection. Even Karma’s title of respect “Enlightened One” carries a token of affection by Irelia after a while.
After defeating Swain, Irelia became a figure of superstition among those in Noxus. Some believe her to be a witch (as Swain refers to her in that one story) with the power to control weapons, with some going as far as saying that she could steal your weapons like some sort of metalbending magnet or something. Much like Riven getting the title of “Butcher of the Bay,” Irelia was nicknamed “the Blade-Witch of Navori/Ionia” depending if you’re talking to the Noxian colonies or to people in Noxus proper.
Other people, mainly those who’ve been in battles with her, have argued on the account that of her blue eyes (very rare in Ionia), perchance for rapid and merciless attack, and silence while doing so that she should instead be called the “Lich of Navori/Ionia” instead, arguing that she’s an effigy under the control of an actual witch in Ionia. Not a living person, but instead a dead soul bound to her floating blades and thus cannot be killed unless her trinity force is destroyed (with some going as far to saying in a certain order.) A young child defeating the grand general seemed unimaginable to them, so they justify it any way they could.
That’s all I have for now. If anyone is inspired by these to write/create art of it, feel free to take them. Just tag me or something so I can see the work that you made.
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sins-and-hubris · 1 year
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This might be a bad question/weird question, but what is your position on noncon?
It's fine as long as it's tagged properly so that people can avoid it. I personally only like it in horror, not in a sexual sense, but it's a very common kink and there's ethically nothing wrong with it. It just makes my guts squirm 99.9% of the time, and not in a fun way, so I'd really really REALLY rather not see it if I could. Dubcon is fine though.
I've got exactly one noncon kink (forced breeding), but I personally can only stomach it if there's some sort of violently bloody retribution at the end, so even then it's kinda ehhhhhhhh on whether or not it qualifies as a kink for me. I'm also not comfortable discussing said maybe-kink because I don't think that's appropriate for this blog, and I also just don't want to talk about it bc even I don't fully understand my feelings on it, seeing as it also correlates to one of my deepest fears. I can't tell if I genuinely find it arousing, or if I'm fascinated by my own fear of it- probably the latter, honestly. Either way, the angle I take for it is very much horror so I don't think that falls under what most people who have that kink wanna see anyways.
Same with guro. I have a very strong consensual guro/gore kink (which I'm weirdly more comfortable talking about than the noncon one), particularly with immortal or undead characters, but if I was to ever explore that in full, it would be on a separate nsfw blog specifically for gore because most people are just not comfortable with that kind of thing, and the last thing I want to do is to spring it on people with no warning. Some kinks are just not made to be put on main nsfw blogs.
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rabbitdrabbles · 2 years
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introducing my OCs: the rabbit and the goat-man!!
[CW for torture, captivity, kidnapping, written and visual depictions of injury, mentions of amputation/decapitation, noncon touching, very vague mentions of sexual content?]
(also warning this post is LONG :P)
(the tag for them is #rabbit n goat)
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^ edit: updated version, not much changed it’s just meant to be a mildly better (still shitty) ref lol
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very basic info and initial designs
these two OCs started out on a random whim one summer’s night in 2021, and from then I’ve tried to tone down the amount of lore I’d add to them (because I REALLY love unnecessary worldbuilding) which I kind of failed at so sorry if this post is long.
about the rabbit:
- he isn’t actually a rabbit, as a matter of fact he’s a strange immortal being with the features of a large hare, a fox-like tail, slit snake pupils, canine teeth, and makes cat noises. quite the conglomerate of creatures indeed, but the goat-man just calls him a rabbit, and so that is his name.
- whenever a body part or organ is completely removed from the rabbit, a new and perfect replica grows in its place within typically a couple hours, although it depends: a few missing fingers or teeth only takes an hour or two whilst a removed spine or decapitated head could take well over a day. however, the removed body part remains for a short period of time before quickly decomposing (although if preserved properly it will remain fresh and not break down). the exception is the head and more specifically the brain, which both disintegrate immediately upon a new head/brain growing into place and cannot be preserved.
- anesthesia and other painkillers don’t work on him :3 muscle relaxants do immobilize him enough for the goat-man to operate on him, though…
- and did I mention he can’t pass out or vomit? he can’t be knocked unconscious unless he falls asleep on his own, and his stomach forcibly turns any and all nutrients, poisons and toxins into usable energy regardless of how painful the process is. I fucking love making this guy miserable
- his nerves/touch receptors are also more sensitive than a human’s, but on the bright side his immune system is strong enough to not just regenerate literally everything but also prevents infections, inflammations, rotting flesh, etc
- he can turn into a big fluffy hare looking thing!!! (see flemish giant rabbits for an approximate reference, although he’s bigger— the size of a large dog— and looks somewhat different). the goat-man finds this version of him irresistibly cute so he doesn’t really abuse him in that form, although he can forcibly shapeshift the rabbit back using intense electric shocks. I’ll link some art of what his animal form looks like later!
about the goat-man:
- unlike the rabbit he does look like a man crossed with a goat (although with an extraordinarily long tail), but it seems like he’s effectively immortal as well, it’s strange.
- an out-of-practice general surgeon, he technically does specialize some in orthopedics and a bit of thoracic surgery. he doesn’t operate or come to the hospital anymore though, instead choosing to bring hell upon the poor rabbit instead.
- when not covered in the scent of blood and gore, the goat-man smells of lemongrass and sandalwood and is actually pretty comfortable to sleep on/with. yeah.
- unexpectedly became obsessed with the rabbit’s fluffy ears and tail and pets them every chance he gets, and is positively in love with his animal form.
- self proclaimed mad scientist like the looney he is, sociopath, clean freak, taxidermy enthusiast, ex-satanist and sadist x100 :)
about both of em:
- they’re probably both aro/ace, and the goat-man has no libido whatsoever. the rabbit on the other hand, being a lagomorph hybrid… yeah I might not discuss it too much (we’ll see) but things do happen with him lol
- neither of em are good people. there’s not much else to be revealed about here (again I’m trying to cut down on lore) but all you have to know is that the goat-man is pretty explicitly… a sadistic shit and the rabbit actually used to be quite a malevolent force too in his past life. his backstory isn’t discussed about currently besides some passing mentions, he’s a little too broken for any of that anymore.
- because the goat-man is also the caretaker and comforter as well as the tormentor, the rabbit has developed an almost borderline stockholm syndrome towards him, referring to the goat-man as “sir” or occasionally “doctor” out of terrified politeness (ok tbf he doesn’t know his name) and has a habit of burying his face into his captor’s neck when he is allowed to sleep on the bed ;w; (it doesn’t help that the goat-man is his only source of human interaction and therefore he must rely on him for everything.)
- their little shenanigans happen almost like in a bubble inside the goat-man’s strange house in the middle of an infinitely vast, silent woods. there’s very strange things happening here indeed, and a (not confirmed canon) theory that not everything is as it seems… sigh just when I said I would cut down on the lore
- will the rabbit ever be able to take his revenge one day? maybe in an alternate universe… I have a chart planned of all the possible AU versions that’ll be revealed later haha
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general full-body designs, may be subject to slight alterations (also note that all the artwork in this post is slightly old, from June 2021)
I don’t want to infodump everything all at once so these are just the barebones about them, I’ll be revealing more as time passes (and if you wanna know anything specific or just would like to immediately know more in general just send an ask!! I’d be MORE than happy to answer ( ̄∇ ̄) −☆)
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himeko-inaba · 6 months
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OC Post
I just realized I like. Never post about my OCs so I should change that!
GOD (yes their name is just god):
OK SO. God (as the name implies) is (worshipped like) a God. Whether they are or not is open to interpretation, but they're the only human (the world is pretty much the same as the real world) that cannot die. They found this out after a suicide attempt, leaving them with a giant hole in their stomach which they had to go the doctor for. A friend of his family, Deckert, finds out about this ability and decides to utilize it by creating a religion around him.
The major themes of the story are dehuminization, with the main character being stripped of a name (only ever referred to as God in the story) as well as pronouns (I DO have their preferred pronouns and gender in my head, but I will never say them <3). They are almost always referred to with he/him pronouns, because most people want (or subconsciously think) their God to be a male
Another major theme is powerlessness, God is forced to kill during the story because of huge delusions that "I am blessed by God, if I kill God will smite me" so he pretty much kills his entire family, the only person close to him left alive is Deckert, who is...not good and only perpetuates his delusions (also Deckert knows God's preferred pronouns and actively chooses to misgender him)
Other stuff, he doesn't really have a personality, he goes along with others and doesn't stand up for himself like. Ever. If I had to give her typology stuff, it'd be ISFJ, 9w8, 952, RCUAN, LFEV
BIG HUGE tws for suicide and gore in this, probs won't draw anything of it but I do have some writing about it LoL
LIGHTNING'S LAST STRIKE:
Thunderstrike:
One of the main characters, he was prophecised to bring ThunderClan back after they were run out by rogues, except the prophecy is fake and was made by his abusive father/past leader of ThunderClan who abandoned his clan at their time of need and left for Skyland (where the story takes place)
Thunderstrike is a DID system with three prominent alters, none of them have specific names BUT I refer to them as the colors I associate with them. Yellow (host) is a braggart dumbass who takes nothing seriously, lives for thrills and doesn't really care about the prophecy. He lacks a moral code, and pretty much sees himself as the best and can't do no wrong. Red (the protector) is a strong willed person who protects the system, not afraid of a fight, he sees everyone as a threat, and blue who is the trauma holder, only alter who knows the prophecy is fake, also the holder of the moral compass. Blames himself for everything, and hates himself a lot, rarely fronts. Was also the first alter ever formed, which is why he has the childhood memories.
Yellow: ESTP, 8w7, 873, SCUEI, FLVE
Red: ESTP, 8w9, 863, RCOEN, VLFE
Blue: ISFJ, 9w1, 927, RLUAN, FELV
Omensky:
Other main character, has PTSD and ends up believing their dreams are prophecies from StarClan (they are not), and then falsely accuses Thunderstrike of planning to kill them all, which gets Thunderstrike banished.
Omensky was also abused by Thunderstrike's father, and their dreams are about Thunderstrike's dad, who they confus for Thunderstrike himself because they have dissociative amnesia
Personality wise Omensky is serious and a bit anxious, they just became a full medic of SkyClan, and they want nothing more than to make sure the prophecy goes smoothly. They want to be taken seriously SO BAD
Omensky is ISFP, 6w5, 613, RLUAN, LEVF
This is mainly a way for me to write about my PTSD and DID LoL, I want to make a comic with it but I need to A. Find a good format and B. Actually develop it more
I have other stories (namely a story about a person killing their abuser and living with the corpse) but these are my main two! I need to write more about em (Deckert is sooo fun to write especially)
If u have oc questions (bat's eyelashes)
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dropverses · 9 months
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Keziah (formerly known as Hazael), info from @/ashkinoshita and @/a-is-for-accident
still relevant :
is mixed race Black/Korean, Korean is her first language
she can also speak English & Spanish!
has avoidant personality disorder & autism
has scoliosis, gets sick on the regular (often stomach problems)
feels like she’s cheating if she has a crush on more than one person
shakes when anxious
smells like vanilla bean perfume
favourite colours are purple & pink
makes squeaking and “ah” type noises
loves antique shopping, her and Priscilla’s apartment is full of antiques
she enjoys vintage stuffed animals and dolls. she usually goes just for them
has monolids
craves attention but feels bad when it isn’t genuine
identifies as a femme lesbian
often believes she is annoying and apologizes for being so
is into dolls of all types
gets socially and physically drained easily
idolizes people she has strong feelings for, even if they’re bad people
absolutely refuses to do alcohol and drugs even if they are legal
is an angry crier
easily moved towards negative emotions
worships Priscilla like a Goddess
mimics other’s interests to be liked
has attachment issues
her chest tightens when she goes through a lot of emotions, mostly negative but sometimes positive
loves animals, is afraid she might hurt them
uses and knows sign language
shakes violently when put into stressful situations
wants to be protected by others, sort of a “damsel in distress” type
terrified of the thought of being replaced
this is part of why her Doppelganger Su-Bin scares her so much
has a comfort object that’s a blanket
she and Priscilla have an unbreakable bond
has a very hard time standing up for herself
squeamish to blood & gore even if it’s fake
was raised by two mothers
is protective over people younger than her, specifically kids and teenagers
is very uncomfortable with her body ... the Odassanan aspects of it, at least
runs a popular pastel aesthetic blog
emotionally abused by a past partner
dots her “i”s and “j”s with hearts
uncomfortable with the idea of pregnancy (even though it’s impossible for her)
laughs and smiles when anxious
uses ASMR to fall asleep
is vegan due to her discomfort with the idea of eating animals
often gets misunderstood due to her tone, which she has a hard time controlling
likes KPop & calming music
stims by flapping her hands in both a positive and negative way
is claustrophobic AND agoraphobic
is very temperature sensitive, overheats and gets cold easily
is afraid of sudden loud noises due to past abuse
is selectively mute
has her own OCs
has a fear of her own body hair
was in dance classes when she was a youngin
outdated :
dresses in Cult Party Kei
sometimes but not always, her main outfit isnt i dont think
has bad eyesight but refuses to wear glasses
she just forgets to wear them most of the time
is a demon
she is now an Odassanan
prone to severe sunburns
can’t drive, is terrified of driving
shes scared of it but does have her license
has a phobia of bugs
she likes them : )
is insecure about her weight
she has no feelings on it
other tidbits from her original owner :
“they were both born/created monsters, so there was no transition. they probably met through priscilla’s job, she’s a hairdresser and hazael was likely a customer of hers“
“hazael doesnt have a flavour, but she does have a sweet taste“
“hazael is a painfully shy demon girl with an affinity for dolls! she has a hard time speaking loudly enough for anyone to hear (her girlfriend just has really good hearing..) and she has a lot of problems with her speech like stuttering and saying the wrong words. apart from the shyness, she’s very sweet and most of her actions are done for the benefit of others, most notably priscilla. she gets upset easily as well and cries often.. she mostly gets upset thinking she’s done something bad or hurt someone. she has a strong love for dolls and children’s toys, like stuffed animals. she’s also very into things like.. glitter and makeup, all in pastels. she likes really feminine things and she feels kind of bad about it because of how intense it is.. she knows a handful of languages, most notable languages being english and korean, so she does a lot of translating for others, enough for it to be her occupation. she was raised by two mothers! they love her dearly and the feeling is mutual.”
“what ive got so far is that shes a very shy demon girl!! she loves pastel and light coloured things and likes to show that in her wardrobe.. shes especially got a fondness for dolls and wearable items that are reminiscent of dolls. she deals with some social anxiety and freezes up a lot, both in speaking and physically, when shes communicating with strangers! shes really mostly just comfortable with her girlfriend only.. shes very self conscious about her body and how she looks!! she doesnt like to hear anyone talk about her body unless its priscilla.. she especially doesnt like unwarranted flirting from strangers”
“theyre very loving and affectionate.. very open about it as well! (at least priscilla is). priscilla likes pda a lot.. hazael prefers to keep their affections more private.. but she loves her girlfriend a lot, and is willing to show that publicly, even if it embarrasses her some. theyre both very physical with each other as well! lots of hugs and kisses and cuddling.. they both love the physical contact with the otherpriscilla likes to intentionally embarrass hazael a lot.. even in private.. she thinks its really cute when hazael gets embarrassed. hazael just thinks its embarrassing (so embarrassing) and wants to cover up her face”
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burniingup · 1 year
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☕ - Coffee or tea?
💀 - How do they feel about horror movies?
for minako and yukari
☕ - Coffee or tea?
For Minako, I think she prefers coffee! Specifically something sweet though, lots of sugar, chocolate, whipped cream, all of it! It's mostly like a treat for her. Though I do think she really enjoys tea as well.
Yukari on the other hand I think drinks a lot of tea. She would probably prefer coffee, but I think that she can't really drink it. She has a handful of health issues and dietary restrictions I think. It's just easier for her to stick to tea. She definitely enjoys it though, and probably has tons of really pretty tea sets she uses! Would love to have a little tea party with friends.
💀 - How do they feel about horror movies?
Minako can't stand them. She's so anxious and easily frightened. Plus despite her occupation and what she does I don't think she has a very strong stomach for gore. She's the type to jump and scream and hide her face, all of it. I've written her going to see a horror movie with Mishio before, and he definitely regretted his choice when she pretty much jumped into his lap.
Yukari actually loves them though. She is very unbothered by gore and scary things. Jump scares get her a bit, but she doesn't stay freaked out by them or anything. She's also the type to genuinely be really interested in the plot to certain movies. She prefers movies about serial killers vs like supernatural things. Seven is a personal favorite of mine that I think she would like as well.
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h1ghtechl0wlife · 1 year
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so i took a nap after complaining earlier which was a mistake on my part bc it always triggers bad nightmares for me. so my twin, specifically stated my twin and NOT a doppelganger, we were having a like war panel w other sets of twins about whether we'd agree to compete as pairs, or if people were going to choose to fight their own twin so they could be the only one left. idk the point of that but.
so my twin and i agree to stay a pair and fight together against other pairs. cut to me walking home thru some back alley and that motherfucker fucking ran me down w his motorcycle, hopped off, and cut me from inner thigh to ankle, nearly to the bone, and left me to bleed out.
so that's the set up, the interesting part is how viscerally i could feel it. it hurt, very badly ofc. that's not uncommon and was probably my brain translating the nerve pain i was feeling irl. that happens semi-frequently. but the more interesting thing was i could feel all my blood falling out of my body, being pushed out in waves to the rhythm of my slowing heartbeat. could feel the ground was cold and so was i but my blood was so so hot. also interesting is i remember struggling to look up at my leg to see how bad it was and seeing my leg separated into basically 2 flaps with blood gushing out made me instantly want to puke in my dream.
irl i have a really strong stomach for gore thanks to growing up in the days if shock sites, which will be helpful w medicine since seeing surgeries or people just shattered from car accidents is sad but not nauseating. but i always figured it was different if it was you, ofc, and it was.
then also considering i havent experienced that particular misfortune... yet, my leg being cut that way, or been concious for injuries that resulted in notable blood loss, things like this always makes me wonder why that's something your brain can simulate. probably the answer is something simple like the vast amt of descriptions ive read or heard from survivors of horrific injuries + gore imagery i ingested at lightspeed as a teenager + my awake hallucinations are largely tactile and i usually feel what's happening to me in a dream. but its interesting to think abt, i think a lot of ppl experience feelings in dreams they havent irl... maybe?
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girlonthelasttrain · 1 year
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Dear femslashex creator
Thank you in advance for making something for me in the Femslash Exchange, and for bringing more f/f content into the world! I’m girlonthelasttrain on AO3 too; feel free to browse my bookmarks to see the kind of things I gravitate towards. If you’re writing/drawing for a Star Trek ship, feel free to take a look at my Trek sideblog as well.
This letter lists both my DNWs and my likes, first in general terms and then in the specific for each fandom. I'll try to not make this overwhelming.
Do Not Want (general)
No smut, gore, extreme violence, alternate settings AUs (by this I mean things like ‘Modern AU’, crossovers, and similar). These are all hard nos.
I’d also rather not receive a work that has marriage/pregnancy/kids as the central concept(s). In fic they can be mentioned but they should not be the main point.
For fic, I’d also rather not receive pure fluff, though it’s not as hard a no as the previous points (ie, if you can’t think of anything else to write and risk defaulting please don’t stress too much about this request).
Also for fic (or in case, comics), if a character is canonically involved with someone else I’d prefer to not see a cheating/infidelity story. I’d much rather see the conflict be resolved through polyamory or a breakup. No explicit character/ship bashing either please; good-natured jokes however are fine.
For art my stance on fluff is more relaxed (though still not my favorite), but the hard nos above still apply.
Things I like
For fic
character vignettes (especially characters coming to terms with their past/an aspect of themselves with the help of the other person in the ship)
slow realizations of attraction and/or romantic feelings for the other person
missing scenes, post-canon (and in-between canon) speculation, and especially seeing characters and the relationship between them change throughout the years.
canon divergence AUs of the 'what if…’ kind
most importantly I like the characters’ personalities, quirks, and especially their flaws coming through and conditioning the narrative
there doesn't necessarily need to be a lot of plot for me to like a fanfic, but plot is definitely always welcome
trans headcanons and/or noncanonical pronouns for the characters involved are very welcome!
For art, I’m afraid I can’t be as specific because I’m not an artist myself. To parallel my writing likes, I really enjoy fanart that captures a significant moment between two people (it can be serious, funny, tense, melancholic, sad… you decide). I place some importance on character likeness and getting the details right, but honestly if done with intent I’m down for whatever change you want to make to character design (one classic example of this, if you’re familiar with Star Trek, is giving Kira Nerys and Seven of Nine a better and more functional uniform). In general though I like most fanart for my favorite ships.
Under the cut I’m going to put more specific DNWs/requests for some of the fandoms I requested.
Star Trek DS9
(fic) I have a bit of a pet peeve regarding how much Garak/Bashir is present in DS9 f/f fics. If you want to reference the pairing in passing it’s fine, but if either Garak or Julian are in your fic I’d really, really prefer if whatever is going on between them didn’t get more than said passing mention.
Star Trek Voyager
(fic/art) For Seven/B'Elanna, I’d like for you to not reference that scene in “Infinite Regress” where Seven bites B'Elanna, unless you’re going to frame it as both as assault (with B'Elanna as the victim) and a violation of Seven’s bodily autonomy. It’s the only interpretation of that scene I can stomach, sorry.
Dragon Age
(fic) Leliana is my favorite character in the franchise and I love all of her qualities (loyalty especially), quirks, flaws (... loyalty again) and strong opinions. In general I like to read fic with her that has some bite to it; she's not exactly an easy woman to deal with (especially around the time of DA:I) and I like when that is reflected in the narrative.
Teixcalaan Series
(fic/art) Mahit/Three Seagrass is one those ships where I don’t necessarily want to see them working out their differences? “A Desolation Called Peace” really drove home how their big of a gap there is between them. I think I’d be happiest with 'one last time together’ type of story here, to get some closure (this is, however, only a suggestion).
Gilmore Girls
(fic) I'd like something set after "A Year In The Life", and for it to be... not easy, at least not at first, for Rory and Paris to come to terms with their own feelings. Some over the top Paris shenanigans are okay but also I'd prefer the story to be somewhat grounded.
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bereft-of-frogs · 4 years
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yeah...that’s going to haunt me a little bit there...should not have googled that...
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