#TWE oc | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

orenjibot · 3 months

Text

Gosh i dont rly appreciate when ppl make jokes using charas from some series but make them insanely ooc for the sake of the joke?

Like sometimes, it’s okay but i see it constantly for a lot of stuff and i’m here like “bro are we looking at the same character??”

Its hard to explain what i mean since it’s kind of broad and i dont want to give super detailed examples here for a reason, but like…

I think its like. If it’s funny, it’s okay? But sometimes, you sort of know when they take a joke super seriously that the charas are now insanely out of character? Like. I get it if you want it to just stay as humor but in a way its also like “but u’re taking this so seriously that idk if i should treat as a joke/not seriously or if i should treat it seriously and say that it doesnt make sense”.

This particular example i mentioned is from a specific experience i had with (name). Like. It was to the point where pointing out that the charas aren’t like that made them sorta give off the vibe of “idc cause its funny to me and i make the rules of my canon. Why so srs lol”. Like thank god they understood what they had in their head is fanon but still its so jarring to me that i didn’t take what they were doing seriously at all. Its funny and nothing made sense but man y’all are really butchering these characters here.

It was something that particularly bothered me since there were a few instances where it went towards being mildly disrespectful of stuff just for the sake of going “haha funny” which HAS irked me on a few occasions.

I have more to say about it where like? They were suggesting a joke about smth i had with a self insert-ish oc and my fave, but it was kind of… poorly explained and i didnt rly liked that? It was a little funny the first time but they kept recycling the joke cause its “comedy” and i actually had an intricate canon that has comedic elements but is otherwise not a product to be solely a comedy or a rom-com even. Like… it’s a funny joke but i also didn’t rly understand why they made the joke like that? So its badly timed. But i didnt rly know how to tell them i didnt really get it and if i can get some clarification at the time so i kinda ended up sounding dry about it after a while. Cause i didnt want to tell them directly to stop since we’re all just chatting and sharing ideas here, but like. It made me uncomfy cause i felt like i’m forced to find it funny or otherwise i’m no fun and boring to talk to. In hindsight, i really should’ve asked honestly?

Like im not rly their friend or talking to them anymore cause it was that former art friend i vented about a while back and they had more going on for them.

But i will say this though, i’m glad i’m not their friend now. Less about their ideas and what they talked about but how they treated me as a person and the way they acted after they cut me off and i did the same?? Like they got insanely paranoid and shit. It was to the point where i am pretty sure someone else talked about it like “i see someone make a whole post about pruning mutuals if ppl dont respond but end up not doing anything about it and im still their mutual anyways” and like… while i get it, it kinda gave me some horrid red flags and also???

Just to talk about this person for a little bit longer before i get back on topic: i unblocked them after almost half a year cause i wasn’t mad at them anymore and they… blocked me back AFTER i unblocked them cause i was looking through some muted accs and shit on twitter to see if i should unmute them or smth and i was like “Bro what???? Gurl why???” Like… how DID u know i unblocked u like huh???? I just blocked them again cause idrc about them but that was sure weird lol

I kinda want to gripe about that more since. Man… that’s kinda unsettling. LIKE i’m flattered that i’m always on their mind, but it was kinda unnerving in some ways cause like it just meant they were potentially stalking me or smth. I wasn’t even chatting with a lot of ppl on twit enough for my tweets to pop up in the algo but who knows??? I just assumed the bitch got me blocked or muted or smth so i am out of sight, out of mind. But that also ended setting off more flags than it should. And when i went to reblock them, they apparently had some read byf thing on their profile which they never had before i blocked them so like honestly, they prolly did it cause they thought i was actually a toxic amurrican out to make a call out post on them or smth. I wouldnt be surprised if they had a dni thing where i’m on the list like namedropped or an oddly specific vague. Like… idk i felt like all their small passive/silent actions and gestures towards me over the past couple years was well…. Reminding me a lot of my exfriend too? Like in a different flavor. I hope they grow out of it cause i dont think they’re a bad person, but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Now back to the topic— yeah sometimes making some ppl too ooc for the sake of telling a joke rubs off on me wrong? Like how some ppl just take a joke and make it canon now cause it’s funny when it desecrates all the charas stand for 😭

#huh???#my vent tag never saved??#its gone???#confusion #teru’s complaining again #vent

0 notes

percyphoneart · 5 years

Text

I really need to practise drawing more than one person in the same piece but! Loom and Jet, everyone's (at least my) favourite boyfriends!

Loom is mine and Jet is @tukoism 's!

#steven universe oc #steven universe #art #bhcejjdd you said to tag you in jet things s orrryyy #theyre boyfriends thats it thats the post send twe

16 notes · View notes

writeousman · 5 years

Photo

The World Ender

by writefullyluke

Genre: Fantasy, Adventure, Adult Fiction, LGBT+ Fiction

Summary:

One thousand years ago, the ruling gods, the Jovala, relocated a chosen few to an island of unknown location dubbed Katá, to protect them from the dangers posed by the outside world. Though they are told it is for their own safety, many residents are left wondering is Katá is better suited as a prison than a haven.

Their only source of hope to get off the island is during times of turmoil in the outside world. When the gods will call upon prophesied heroes to fight alongside them earning the mortals freedom, glory, and perhaps, even godhood.

Chrysanthos or “Chrys” as he is known by some, is the 40-year-old son of a minor god of farming. Not long after his birth, Chrysanthos was left in the temple on Katá to be raised on the island, a fate common for many of the gods’ children. Mortals fear raising the children of such potentially important beings paints a target on their back for the Jovala’s enemies. Especially the traitor goddess of death, Acacia who might one day escape the Underworld and try to overthrow her fellow Jovala again.

Known for being quiet and charitable, Chrys is most famous - or perhaps infamous - for his apathy towards the gods and attaining godhood. This is believed by many to be due to an accident that occurred 20 years ago which resulted in the death of his mentor Theophylaktos and left him necessitating the use of a staff. Now he lives an unassuming life with his partner Kal and works as a beekeeper.

Chrys is content until losing the love of his life and a call from the gods stirs him to action. He sets out on a journey with the skilled but bitter crafter Atlaschlya or “Atla”, enthusiastic albeit somewhat entitled daughter of the queen of the gods Oinone, and gentle Parthenia who will do anything to stay with the woman she loves.

While it seems Chrysanthos might have a chance to become a great hero and save Kal, something sinister is brewing. Has he instead made a deal with the devil he cannot come back from?

Characters:

Chrysanthos “Chrys”

Acacia

Atlaschlyla “Atla”

Oinone

Parthenia

Kalimetroklos “Kal”

Queen Enotita

Theophylaktos “Theo”

The Jovala

(moodboards for most of the characters should be up in a bit with their tags constantly being updated and spotify playlists to come)

#writeblr #writing #writers on tumblr #writeblr community #writers #creative writing #original writing #fantasy #new adult #lgbtq fiction #wip #wips #oc #ocs #luke writes (a text post not his actual writing)#story: twe

4 notes · View notes

ashintheairlikesnow · 3 years

Note

I really wanna know what happened during the painful bath that Nanda promised Jameson a while back. Baths in whump have the potential to be so soothing and excruciating at the same time, which kinda fits Jameson’s whole character don’t you think?

CW: Pet whump, dehumanizing language, intimate whumper, dubcon touch NSFW (not explicit), implied dubcon (fade to black), referenced blood and whipping, sadistic whumper, creepy whumper, creepy comfort, drowning, talk of sui (to escape torture), implied death by drowning (unnamed oc)

r/LetsTalkTrueCrime

NEW VIDEOS of the Box Boy Killer! Never Before Seen!

•Posted by u/oshaycanyousee 14h ago

So I got a really good response to my short series on the mysterious Box Boy Serial Killer (you can find my previous write-ups here, here, and here).

Well, recently I discovered something entirely new that I think you'd enjoy getting a look at! Found among personal items belonging to Nathaniel "Nanda" Matthew Benson: a medium-sized external hard drive containing nearly 750GB of photo and video content.

The hard drive was labeled 'Personal'. Police stated there was a second hard drive labeled 'Professional', but what content was on there, if anything, has never been released.

Technically, neither has this. Someone from within the police department leaked a bunch of videos and photos at some point, and I was able to get ahold of them thanks to a friend of a friend (who shall go unnamed, don't want to tip off whatever FBI agent is watching his internet activity, haha... or is it her or their internet activity... FBI Agent will never know.)

In my writeup on Nanda Benson's life with his Boxie, I didn't have a ton of details on how they interacted with each other. Finding this trove of info definitely changed a few things on how I view their relationship.

Take a look and let me know if it makes you maybe reconsider a few details, too. FYI: This does have nudity and some spicy times! Nothing worse than you've seen on HBO or whatever, but like, fair warning.

[Embedded Video Player With Title: Bathtime With Boxie: NSFW and Yet Somehow Still Oddly Wholesome Kind Of]

The video begins with the tub already filled with water, hot enough to gently steam. It's a gigantic soaker tub, large enough for four people to easily sit without crowding, nestled alongside a window in a truly enormous, incredibly well-lit bathroom. Everything is in shades of white, which makes the person in the frame even more immediately the enter of attention.

A young man with short, shaggy brown hair and dark eyes sits in the tub. He looks up, wrinkling his nose and glancing away. Only then does a bright red mark, darkening already to a bruise become obvious on one side of his neck.

"Don't fucking tape this," He says. His voice is slightly rough-edged, as if he's been screaming, and he sounds exhausted. "That's weird. Not taping the fucking but taping the after bit."

Red welts are visible above the line of water, marking his shoulders and arms. The welts are a deep red that is nearly purple - they are surrounded by bright red irritated flesh.

"Oh, but I like you like this." The voice holding the camera is deep and amused. The camera wobbles slightly and then settles, and soon enough a second man enters the screen. It's clearly Nanda Benson himself, stark naked.

Where the Boxie is heavily bruised and beaten, Nanda himself would be spotless if he weren’t flecked with drying red spots that are clearly the pet's blood.

"Yeah, well." The pet shifts to the side as Nanda steps in, hissing softly in contentment at the sudden burst of heat when he enters the water. He settles down against a bench set in to the side of the tub, and opens his arms.

The pet moves immediately into them, without hesitating. His eyes flicker nervously back to the camera and then away again.

"Yeah, well-... yeah well what, pet?" Nanda laughs as he pulls the Boxie into his lap, toying one hand already damp from the tub over the ring at the front of his collar. "Cat got your tongue after that fun we had together?"

"Tongue's the only thing you didn't take," The pet responds, almost playfully flirtatious. "I guess you'd miss it too fucking much."

"If I took your voice, who would call me a fucking idiot before I fuck him into the ground, hm?"

The pet flushes, looking down at the water, at the slightest pink of his blood still running into it. "Sir-"

"Ssssshhhh. I like you insulting me. I like punishing you for it more." Nanda mouths at the unmarked side of the pet's neck, pulling him back-to-chest where he sits, so he's facing the camera directly again. The pet's back arches when Nanda's teeth dig in, making a soft, high-pitched whine as his head drops back onto the man's shoulder.

The camera picks up the quiet splash of water as the pet tries to move away and is pulled roughly right back, catches the refracted sight of Nanda's hands on the pet's thighs forcing them apart, each of his calves on the outside of Nanda's thighs.

"Please-... H-hurts-"

"You love it," Nanda whispers, and bites down again, right into the crook of the pet's neck where it meets his shoulder. The cry this time is wild with a mix of pain and something darker, the pet's hands moving helplessly up and back to clasp just behind Nanda's head. His back is nearly a bow, every muscle trembling with a need to escape and to hold perfectly still, both at once.

When Nanda pulls back this time, the camera picks up the blood smeared on his teeth before he runs his tongue over them. It finds the light glinting off the fresh blood welling from the new bite along the pet's shoulder.

"It's too much," The pet says, struggling to sit back up straight, turning to look at Nanda. For a moment, his shaggy damp hair and angle hides his expression from the camera's gaze.

The twist of his spine, though, shows the bloodied whiplashes making their way up his back nearly to the nape of his neck.

"It's too much," The pet repeats, in a whisper. "Please. Please, it's too fucking much, if you fuck me again I'll fucking die. Please."

"Now, pet," Nanda teases, flirts shamelessly, running his wet hands through the pet's hair. He grips on tight and forces his head back again. The profile of the pet's face shows the slight bump of a broken nose healed almost perfectly, but not quite. The gasp he makes when Nanda's free hand presses over the welts on his chest is loud enough for the camera to catch. "You know you don't get to say when it's too much."

"You'll f-fucking kill me," The pet protests, voice tight from the angle forcing his collar to dig painfully into his throat. "Please, I... everything hurts so much..."

"You love the pain." Nanda's eyes look up to meet the camera before a more sinister smile finds its way across his face. "I know what you can take better than you do, pet, and I think you can handle one more. Sssshhh, here we go. There..." Nanda exhales softly as the two of them shift in the tub, the pet making a soft pained sound, his hips rolling as he is worked slowly down into position.

Then Nanda chuckles and slides his entire arm over the welts marking the pet's torso, holding him tightly in place. "Now take a deep breath."

"Wh-what?" The pet's eyes widen, comprehension coming a half-second too late. "Wait, don't-"

Nanda's hand gripped into the pet's hair plunges him forwards, bent at the waist, forcing the Box Boy's head suddenly under the water. The pet struggles desperate trying to get his head back up to breathe. Nanda grunts in a rhythm as his hips snap up and down again. He groans, "So fucking tight, goddamn I love you, you fucking slut for me-"

[/END VIDEO]

The video cuts off there, but my friend tells me the rest of it is basically the kind of stuff you have to pay a monthly fee for everywhere else on the internet.

But there's another video, from way later, that I find a really interesting contrast and comparison. Same friend got me this one. It involves Robert, whose write-up you can see right here.

[EMBEDDED VIDEO: Titled Holy Shit, No Wonder He Killed Him]

The screen is black for a few seconds, with the sound of someone taking the cap off a camera before things come into blurry view and then slowly into focus.

The bathroom in this video is tiny. It's barely large enough for everything in it, and a person sitting on the toilet will damn near bash their knees into the side of the bathtub. The grout in the tile floor is dark with old stains, and the tile itself needs either serious scrubbing or an exorcism.

Sitting naked in the bathtub is a young man with long blond hair that hangs in filthy, dirty clumps down to his shoulders. His face is streaked with mud and worse, and he has a black eye that has nearly swelled his left eye shut entirely. His hands are bound with rope stained brown with dried blood, held up in front of him.

His one good eye, maybe blue, follows with a kind of resigned terror the person behind the camera.

He sits in water up to his waist, but by the way he is shivering, it's clear that the water is not even warm, let alone hot. Further bruises mark his ribcage and his legs. One leg juts out in front, and something about it seems like it might be broken.

The camera is handheld, panning slowly from the young man's torn and lacerated heels and feet through his bruised leg - one swollen - and then back up to his face.

"Tell me your name." The voice is Robert Weber's.

The young man's mouth twists in a snarl that fades as quickly as it came and he looks away, to the side of the tub marked with deep soap scum. When Robert's house is searched, there are scratches in the tub as though someone had clawed that deeply into the sides in an attempt to escape. "It's..." The young man inhales, winces at the pain. "It's twe-... Twenty-One. M-My name is... Twenty-One."

"Good. And-... what did we practice saying next?"

The man's jaw trembles visibly onscreen. Then he says, flat and numb, "My name is Twenty-One and I have... two weeks to l-live."

"Perfect. Now I promised you a good scrubbing if you played along downstairs-" The young man flinches, closing his good eye and curling up in the tub as best he can. "-and I will keep that promise." There's a pause, jostling as the camera is slotted into a tripod to continue filming. Then, Robert's voice is suddenly deafening. "Dog! Get the fuck in here!"

The door opens with the creak of hinges deeply in need of oiling, and then the Boxie moves into view. He's skinny, malnourished and underfed, and his hair is roughly cut short in uneven hunks. He has bald spots worn in by the muzzle that is buckled over his mouth, making his breathing an audible rasp. He glares with unhidden hatred.

"Give Twenty-One a bath," Robert says, and his hand moves into view as he pats the Boxie on the head. The Boxie flinches but then forces himself to hold still, closing his eyes as the pat turns into prolonged petting. His muzzle is unbuckled and then removed. Robert's fingers drift over his bald spots, play along the red marks pressed into his skin by the muzzle, move over a scar cut into one side of his mouth that wasn't there in the video with Nanda.

The Boxie is naked but for an old dog collar around his neck.

Robert hums, disappears entirely from view. The door opens and closes again. The sound of a lock clicks.

The Boxie looks at the young man in the bathtub, who doesn't look up. "Fuck this shit," The Boxie mumbles, but he moves - dragging one of his legs a little, and there are ropes tied around his ankles that ensure he can do little more than shuffle - and finally kneels next to the tub. "Are you going to be a shit?"

The young man looks at him with surprise. "You... I've never heard you talk before," He whispers, looking fearfully to the side towards the door.

"You've never seen me without the fucking muzzle before, either," The pet replies. His voice is far rougher than the first video, suggesting long-term damage to his vocal chords. "I asked you something. Are you going to fight me and be a shit about this or no?"

The young man hesitates, then shakes his head. "I couldn't fight if I wanted to anymore," He says, like a man confessing a sin. "It all hurts too much. You know? I had a girlfriend-"

"Stop it." The pet cuts him off and leans over, picking up a stiff washcloth and soaking it in the water until it's soft enough to use again, running it over the young man's shoulders. For all the edge of meanness in his voice, the pet's touch is clearly gentle. "You're going to fucking die here, better if you don't talk about stuff that gets you fucked up first. Forget her."

The young man leans over to give easier access to his back. The soft whimpers he makes show that there must be some grievous injuries back there that the camera can't see. "I-I know I will. Die, I mean. Do I really have-... is it really two weeks?"

"Yeah." The pet takes a bar of soap and runs it over his own hands, rubbing them together to work up a lather. The soap found in Robert Weber's house after his death is Irish Spring and Dove - it is believed he used different soap for different captives according to his own odd whims. "He's put little heart shapes on a calendar he marks off. He'll hurt you a little worse every fucking day and then make you beg for him to end it."

The young man slowly nods, looking at his bound wrists. There's a soft sniff, but he seems too tired for tears. "There's no chance of getting away, is there."

It's not really a question.

The pet answers anyway.

"You're the twenty-first, and none of the others have. What do you think?"

"I-I can't do this."

"You have to." The pet gets a red Solo cup sitting on the side of the tub, fills it with water, and pours it down the young man's back. He hisses and cries out softly in pain. "He doesn't exactly ask your goddamn preferences."

"Help me escape," The young man pleads. "Help me get out of here."

"I'm fucking hobbled," the pet snaps. "He'll be on us both before we even made it out of the hallway. You think I'm fucking stupid? I'm the only one who might not die if I stay good. Come on, lean forward so I can wash your hair."

The young man moves to obey, hands disappearing beneath the filthy bathwater, and then he turns, looking over his shoulder. He and the pet share a long, silent moment. Then he leans over far enough to put his mouth nearly to the pet's ear and whispers something so low that the camera doesn't pick up the words.

The pet inhales sharply.

He looks at the door, and then back to the young man.

"Are you sure?" He asks, and the edge is totally gone from his voice, now.

The young man nods, slowly. "Please," he says, a little louder. "If I have to-... please. Not him. I-I know you'll get punished, but... please. God, please, just this one thing." His hands come back up to grip onto the pet's hand where it lays along the side of the tub.

The young man leans forwards, and his forehead gently rests against the pet's. They are silent for a long moment.

"Please, don't let him be the one to kill me," The young man says. "I know I'm g-going to die, but... let me take that a-... away from him. Please. God, I don't even know your name, but-... please."

The pet swallows, then nods, tipping his head back to press a kiss to the young man's forehead. "I don't have a name. What's your name? I'll remember it. Your real name."

The young man's throat bobs and he whispers into the pet's ear again.

He sits back up, leaning over until some of his long hair falls into the water. "I'm-... I'm ready."

The pet takes a deep, deep breath, moves up to kneeling with his thighs vertical, lays both hands on the back of the young man's head, and says, "I hope it's better, wherever you go."

Then he pushes the young man's head underneath the water.

[/END VIDEO]

According to my friend, there's more to that video as well, but obviously it's been cut to take out the end of the poor guy. Now, my friend swears up and down the pet is crying at the end of the video, that he can see tears, but I'm not sure.

That doesn't really line up with the pet killing people before this, you know?

But one thing it does prove is that the Boxie knows the name of one of the unidentified victims. If he could be found, we could give that man back his name and get his family the closure they deserve.

I know some of you argued with me last time that the Boxie is clearly a VICTIM and not a PERPETRATOR, and I definitely admit this second video maybe suggests you're on to something there.

But I still think we have a Boxie killer on our hands here - I just think maybe I was wrong about why he's killing them at all.

I guess we'll find out if he kills again.

@astrobly @finder-of-rings @whump-tr0pes @raigash @eatyourdamnpears @orchidscript @doveotions @pretty-face-breaker @boxboysandotherwhump @outofangband @whumptywhumpdump @thehopelessopus @downriver914 @justabitofwhump @butwhatifyouwrite @newandfiguringitout @yet-another-heathen @nonsensical-whump @oops-its-whump @endless-whump @cubeswhump @gonna-feel-that-tomorrow @whumpiary @burtlederp

156 notes · View notes

warpedlegacy · 2 years

Text

Reprisals

So it occurs to me I’ve never actually created a promo post for my ongoing fic of Theresa Trevelyan, my Inquisitor OC. So here goes!

Reprisals is about lies. But it’s also about the truth. In very much the same way a shadow comes from light. The Chantry has told many lies. Theresa Trevelyan is merely one of them. They called her a heretic first, then a savior, then a prophet. She rejects the myth they've made of her life and her suffering. But more than this, she resents their erasure of the truth behind her rise to power. You think you know the story of the Herald of Andraste? Now you will hear the truth. With a little help from Thedas's favorite serial author, of course.

Set within a frame narrative of Theresa telling her story to Varric, who is writing it all down with the intent that the world will finally know the real person behind the stories. Reprisals is about lies and truth, yes. But it’s also about being seen. About learning to see ourselves, to look inward and find our own truths. About relearning who we are after the pain - not because of it or in spite of it, but simply after it.

This project started simply as a desire to get back into the writing groove after a long hiatus by documenting my headcanon story of DAI. And it kind of snowballed from there lol. You will see my writing change as it goes along, as I grow more comfortable with both Theresa’s character and my own voice. I hope if you choose to engage you will enjoy the journey as much as I am!

Reprisals, main series

Book One: The Rise - Begins with the game’s beginning, up through their arrival at Skyhold and the naming of Theresa as Inquisitor

Book Two: The Reign - Continues on from where The Rise left off, meant to go up through the end of the base game’s events. Currently WIP.

Book Three: The Revelation - Has yet to be written. Is meant to cover the events between the end of the base game up through Trespasser.

While Time Remains

Currently WIP, post-Trespasser series. Theresa and Cullen begin their new lives after the events of Trespasser. A multi-chapter series meant to bridge the gap between DAI and DAD. Mostly focusing on the domestic lives of Theresa and Cullen, but with some tidbits of angst, smut, child rearing, action, and espionage thrown in. There are at least four planned arcs, and a planned end.

’Til Winter’s End - The first arc for WTR. After the events of the Exalted Council, Theresa feels adrift. No Anchor, no Inquisition, no home, and no left arm. What she does have are two clear points of reference. The first is her steadfast determination to stop Solas from enacting his plan to destroy the world. The second is in her husband, Cullen. At his suggestion, they spend their honeymoon in South Reach with his family for a long-awaited reunion, where Theresa begins to recuperate. But when all the bustle of duty and danger is gone, she is left with only herself, and has to relearn who that is.

The Black City - WIP, Picks up where TWE left off. Kirkwall is known as the “City of Chains”. Its jet black walls feel like an appropriate backdrop for a site whose history is filled with dark and bloody deeds. It is also where Theresa and Cullen have decided to make their new home, now that the Inquisition has been disbanded. Together with Cullen’s youngest sister, Rosalie – an apostate and now Theresa’s pupil – and their mabari Cal, they make a valiant attempt at settling down and starting fresh. But the past will not stay quiet, and unresolved hurts begin to fester, spreading their corruption into the present, and possibly poisoning any future they hope to build. (fic banner created using concept art for Kirkwall, commissioned art by neonteeth with permission, and flycam shot found here)

Side stories set within the same canon

Swept Away: Set post-Trespasser, with Josephine Montilyet and Isabela as the main characters, with small tidbits of Theresa’s world state peppered into the background as passing mentions only. If you like Pirates of the Caribbean and Pride and Prejudice, and ever wondered what a story that combined the two would look like, then look no more! Josie/Isabela is a rare pair that I deeply love and think it deserves more attention.

350: A series of drabbles about various characters and moments within the DAI storyline, each one exactly 350 words. This was a personal challenge for me to help fix my at times overly-verbose writing.

Seeker, It’s Cold Outside: Varric/Cassandra, trapped in a cave during a snow storm. No smut, just fluff and some humor, with some very strong hints at shipping. And vitriolic banter, because who’re we kidding it’s the whole appeal of this pairing.

Fools (or, Truth and Lies): Varric/Cassandra. If you read the above story and thought, “okay but do they bang?”, this fic is the answer. (spoilers, the answer is YES).

The Catch: Theresa/the Iron Bull, set after Haven’s fall, during their time trapped in the mountains before reaching Skyhold. FWB. Smut as hurt/comfort. Some light D/s and sex-in-a-tent kinkiness.

An Evening In: Cullen/Theresa. Set sometime during Book Three: The Revelation. The Inquisitor's latest excursion has had to be delayed due to an impending winter storm. With forward progress stalled, Cullen suggests they take the chance to comb through some much-neglected paperwork whilst secluding themselves in her quarters. This unexpected gift of extra time together leads to an unexpected revelation for Cullen.

Just Missing You: Cullen/Theresa. The Inquisitor finally returns after an extended journey, eager to reunite with her love, but she and Cullen seem to keep just missing each other, pulled apart as they are by the endless tasks of Skyhold.

Morningside: Cullen/Theresa. Porn with feelings. Theresa awakens after recovering from a serious injury, and is in the mood. Luckily, Cullen is right there. Mostly some light-hearted sexy fun, with a bit of character and relationship development thrown in as extra toppings.

Fluffuary: Exactly what it says on the tin. This is where I post all my filled Fluffuary prompts that are set within the Reprisals world state.

Blood in my mouth, and the bitterness in goodbye: f!Warden Cousland/Leliana. Leliana-focused story, takes place in between Origins and Awakening. Sort of a prologue for her story in Reprisals.

Fiercely Perish: You want Die Hard in Thedas? I got your Die Hard in Thedas! Sort of a crack fic, but also just a fun time.

Theresa Trevelyan in other stories

The Storm Within: Part of DAFF server’s OC exchange event, written by @lalaenwrites. Theresa meets a Dalish Keeper with whom she seemingly has nothing at all in common... until they find common ground.

Clearing the Field: Another OC exchange fic, written by MakjangCandy. Theresa and Cullen navigate a field of glyphs, both literal and figurative, together.

Silk & Steel: Another OC exchange fic, written by Gynedroid. The Inquisition has been disbanded, and the mark is gone. That means the Inquisitor's job is over, right?Well, not quite. Theresa Trevelyan will never turn her back on those who need help, particularly the mages she fought so hard to save. She no longer has the armies of the faithful at her back, or some of the best spies and diplomats the realm produced. She has nothing but words at her disposal to persuade the famously iron-willed Queen Anora. Let it be enough.

Avatar by @neonteeth

Blog banner by @rakshadow

17 notes · View notes

shawtygonemad · 3 years

Text

VERMILION: Chapter 2

Daryl Dixon x OC (Rose Dixon)

Vermilion Playlist

Vermilion Masterlist

-Rose-

“Where do you think the term ‘horse-powered’ came from?” I joked as I situated myself on the animal’s back.

“Heh, ya really think that thing can go faster than my bike,” the man, whose face I never seem to see, chuckled.

“Alright, wise guy, I’ll race you down to the railroad tracks and back,” I challenged with a smirk.

“What’s the wager,” he asked.

“If I win then you have to take over my night shift, tonight,” I grinned, cheeky.

“And if I win,” he asked.

“Then I’ll let you kiss me,” I blurted out. I don’t know why I said that. The thought just fell out of me so easily.

“I don’t wanna hear ya cryin’ when ya lose,” the man said as he revved his engine.

“Try to keep up,” I yelled as I kicked my heels into the side of the horse.

TWe both took off down the road. Realistically, the bike would win. Horses don’t typically run over 55 mph. But there was a reason I chose the railroad tracks. Down the road there was a tree down which covered the path. He’d have to swerve around the entire thing in order to make it there and back. However, with my horse I’d just be able to jump right over it. Some may call it cheating, but I call it strategic thinking.

For a while we were neck in neck. When we approached the road blockage I could hear the man curse before he fell out of my peripheral vision. I smiled at this as I encouraged the horse to make the high jump. Happily, he did it effortlessly. I knew my big guy could do it. Unfortunately, I could hear a familiar revved engine come up fast behind me. The man easily passed us. With a huff I flicked the reins and ordered the animal to go faster. No way in hell was I going to let this guy beat me. Although, the idea of his prize wasn’t something I’d be mad about.

“Mom.”

The scene before me started to fade away. Darkness surrounded me before my mind was brought back into consciousness.

“Moooom! Wake up!”

I groaned as I started to wake up with a shake to my shoulder. I scrunched my eyes as they were bombarded with a bright light. Out of the light came the outline of a little girl. My vision came into focus and it turned out to be my beautiful daughter. It was almost like looking in the mirror since she was a spitting image of me. Except she must have gotten those bright blue eyes from whoever her father was.

It's been 6 years since I've been with the CRM. Things have been crazy ever since waking up in that hospital bed. I was banged up, confused as to what had happened and how I even got there. The last thing I remembered was visiting Rick in the hospital and then nothing.

As it turned out I had missed out on a lot. Like the end of the world for example. The virus had spread worldwide and caused the dead to rise. They walked amongst us and fed on us. When we died then we too would become one of them unless impaled into the brain.

Rick was also alive and had been involved in the same accident I had been in. Somehow we got caught in a explosion, but the Civic Republic Military found us and took us in. They were the last form of government our world had left. The woman, Jadis, who had found us must have knew us prior. She had informed the CRM that I was a doctor, had discovered a cure, and seemed to be immune to the virus. Of course I remember being a doctor but the other two I have no recollection of.

They classified me as an 'A' and placed me in the lab to rediscover my cure. It took a lot longer than they'd have liked since I was starting from scratch. I had to relearn everything about this virus. Rick was also placed as an 'A' thankfully. However, they never allowed us too much time together. In fact, they tried to keep us at different facilities until the strangest thing happened - I found out I was pregnant. After some tests it turns out that I must have fell pregnant before the CRM took us in. Unfortunately, that was part of the time I didn't remember.

The doctor here diagnosed me with Retrograde Amnesia. Leave it to me to get the most rare form of amnesia. They've been working with me for 6 years, but I still can't really remember anything. Rick has been dying to tell me everything and catch me up, but the doctor's forbid it. They said it would worsen my condition. Personally, I don't think that's very accurate, but I'm not a psychologist.

Either way, I was blessed with my amazing little girl, Hope. She's the light of my life and keeps me going everyday. At the age of 6 she's already smarter than most people at this facility. Her favorite thing to do is to read or be read to. Talking with her I sometimes forget that she's a child.

"Moooom, get uuuup," Hope whined.

"5 more minutes," I groaned as I shielded my eyes with my arm.

"Mom!" My daughter said as she pounced on me. "You're gonna be late, and I wanna go see uncle Rick!"

"Alright, alright," I groaned as I rolled out of my bed.

Then entire time I got myself and Hope ready I kept thinking about my dream. They haven't been reoccurring, but that mystery man has been. He's tall, tan, muscular, and has long hair. I never see his face though. I have no idea who this man is. I didn't ever remember meeting him, but I just feel like I know him somehow. Dwelling on it didn't help because I usually ended up with a splitting headache.

Rick met us in the hallway outside of my lab. By this point I was already running late and had spilt scalding coffee all over myself. Hope happily greeted her uncle which he returned. I quickly gave Hope a kiss before fumbling with my keys to find my access card to get into the lab.

"Rose, you got a minute?" Rick asked.

"Sorry, Rick. I'm running really late and need to some stuff done. We're giving out the first doses of the vaccine tomorrow and I still have so much to do. I'll meet you both for dinner. Love you," I called as I quickly entered the work space.

Entering the lab it appeared that I was the only one working today. With what was happening tomorrow I figured I'd have at least one other person in here with me. Maybe they finally ran out of people to work in the lab. For the past couple years we've had a constant rotation of people coming in and out of this project. I just always thought this line of work wasn't for everyone. However, the strangest thing is that I'd never see any of these workers again.

The facilities are rather big, but I always find myself recognizing some people's faces even though I never learned their names. There is the possibility that they requested to transfer to a different campus, but that's not likely. Not knowing was really frustrating. So much was being kept from me and it got under my skin. I was probably the most qualified out of anyone to be working on this project and yet I'm kept in the dark like a child. They wouldn't even let me participate or observe the experimentation part. I had no idea who the test subjects were and what was being done. That is until my curiosity got the best of me.

It was getting towards the end of the day and I finally had everything ready for tomorrow. I still didn't feel good about it though. It didn't feel right to injecting people with a substance I wasn't involved in 100%. And why were they keeping me in the dark for so long? Something wasn't right and I needed to figure out what it was before I distributed anything.

Once the decision to investigate was made my feet lead me to the door that was normally heavily guarded. With no one but me here it was easy for me to get it. Surprisingly, my access key even worked. Clearly what they were trying to hide from me wasn't too big of a deal.

The room was pitch black and I had to fumble around of a light switch. Once I hit the button a dim green florescent lights illuminated the room. My breath hitched at the sight. Muffled groans filled the air. People and walkers both restrained in pods. Each pod had a chart with all of their information on it. Cautiously, I made my way through the room and looked at each chart. The walkers restrained had once been people who lived here at the CRM. Most importantly, they were all labeled 'B'.

This finally helped solve the puzzle as to who were labeled 'A' and 'B'. 'A''s must be people who are willing to follow and become workers. 'B''s are those who are designated to be bitten and used as test subjects for the vaccine. These are people they knew wouldn't fall in line easily. As I went on things got scarier. I finally figured out where my staff had gone.

Each one had their own pods that they were strapped up in. None of them looked good. They were pale, sweaty, and looked deathly ill. This is what the virus must be doing to them after they were injected with (what I like it call) walker venom. The ones who were taken early one didn't seem to have made it, and were now restrained walkers.

So this is what they had been doing all along. They've been injecting the B's with venom to study the virus before creating the vaccine. The subjects who made it through the first symptoms were given the vaccine. Their charts stated 'Vaxxed'. Even though this shook me to the core, I kept going. What else were they hiding?

I stopped when I came across a row of empty pods. My stomach churned at the many thoughts as to why they were left empty. Each one had a chart with the subject information on it as well. Fear completely flooded me when I saw 2 names on the list. Rick's name was on it with his A crossed out and replaced with a B. Below that was my own daughter's name. Next to it was a B and a question mark. If I was immune then there was a 50/50 chance she could be too. But that was something I NEVER wanted to find out.

"Dr. Wagner," a voice called from behind me which caused me to gasp and jump. "We really hoped you wouldn't go snooping. Jadis tried to warn us about who you were before, but we hoped your amnesia would change that. It looks like we were wrong."

I turned around to put a face to a voice. It was Lieutenant Colonel Kublek. She was one of the top leaders of the CRM. Finding out she was behind this though wasn't much of a surprise.

"I was really hoping we'd be able to continue to work together in the future. But now you know too much, just like your coworkers," she tsked before raising her gun to me. Something in my body shifted. Instinct kicked in. I spun behind a pod for cover as the woman unloaded rounds in my direction. My heart pounded and adrenaline pumped as I quickly thought of what to do. I needed to get out of here. Rick and Hope needed to leave as well. Somehow I had to get to them.

I stayed low to the ground as I went. Knowing this woman wanted to hurt my family brought out a darker side of me I never knew I had. As I silently crept through I grabbed a metal tray along the way. When I was able to get eyes on the high ranking woman I stood up. She was slowly walking through the lab trying to find me. Little did she know my body was acting like a hunter, and she was now my pray.

Swiftly, I trotted up behind her and clocked her in the back of the head. She stumbled forward which I took the opportunity to kick her in the back on her knees. This caused her to fall onto her knees. I then took another large swing with the metal tray and landed it onto the base of her skull. The woman instantly slumped forward onto the ground.

I quickly grabbed her keys and gun, even though I hated the mechanism, and left the lab entirely. As I speed walked through the facility I kept thinking on how we could escape. There was one thing you learned right away with this place. Once you join the CRM you can't leave.

Even though I wanted to run I had to act casual. Once to Rick's unit I quickly banged on the door. Within seconds the door flew open, I was grabbed by my lab coat, and drug inside. Upon my sight Hope instantly ran towards me and hugged my waist. She was all packed up and looked like she was ready for a trip.

As I looked around the room I saw many people from our community with their families looking the same way. They all looked packed and ready to escape. Rick must have known what was happening. That's why he wanted to talk to me this morning!

"Rick," I called as my brother approached. "I just saw what they were doing to the B's. Rick, we need-"

"I know," he cut me off as he handed me a bag. "We're getting outta here. I've been planning this for a while now and been meaning to talk to you about it. Now's the best time as any."

"Where are we going? What do you mean you've been planning this for awhile," I asked confused.

"6 years, actually. We're going home. There we might be able to round up the numbers to go against this place, but we need to be smart about it," he told me.

"Home? What are you talking about? This is our home. And taking this place down? Rick, this is the United States government we're talking about. If the damn apocalypse can't take it down, then I don't think anything can," I tried to rationalize.

"We're going back to Alexandria. That's where home is. Where our people are. Our family," Rick said as he looked out the peep hole.

"How do you plan on getting this large of a group out of the front gates," I asked.

Rick was silent. I could tell he was thinking of different ways of escape in his head. One thing was for certain, even with the cover of nightfall they would discover us. Someone needed to stay behind and cause a distraction. Rick seemed to know what he was doing and this group of people needed him to lead them. There was only one logically solution and that was for me to stay behind. This place was probably already looking for me. If I stayed behind and brought all of the focus on me then the others would be able to escape.

When I'm caught they'll either imprison me or execute me. I'd take either sentence if it meant that Hope and Rick could escape. I couldn't have them stay here any longer and risk being captured and infected. If it meant them living long lives after this then I'd gladly sacrifice myself.

"Rick," I quietly said as I pulled him to the side. "I need you to listen to me. I know you're not going to like what I'm about to say, but just listen. Someone needs to stay behind."

"No," he quickly interjected.

"Just listen to me. There is no way we'd all be able to escape without some kind of distraction. This place is probably already looking for me..." I was cut off by Rick.

"I'm not leaving you behind," he sternly spoke.

"You have to. I need you to take Hope far away from this place. I discovered the lab where they were infecting people. Both you and Hope were on the list to be infected. I won't let that happen," I said.

"Do you have any idea what they'll do to you if you're caught," he stressed.

"Yeah, I have a few ideas... But they won't kill me. At least not right away. I'm still an asset to them. Without me, none of the vaccines get distributed. It'll save me enough time to figure out a plan to get myself out of here," I explained.

"Would it save you enough time until I can come back with more people," Rick softly asked.

"Bro, this is the government we're talking about. There is no way in hell you're coming back with a little militia to try and take this beast down," I scoffed.

"Then you're not staying behind," he said stubbornly.

"Rick."

"Rosalynn."

I sighed in frustration. Sometimes I forget that my brother can be as stubborn as I am. Stressfully, I ran a hand through my hair.

"Alright. I'll make it so that I'm indispensable for the time being. I'm not sure how, but I'll figure something out," I told him. "Just please, get Hope somewhere safe. No matter what happens to me, Rick. Please make sure she gets to live a happy and healthy life."

"I promise, and I promise that you'll be there with her to live that long life," Rick spoke as he gave me a hug.

"I should go soon to give you guys some time to escape," I said as my eyes slowly started to water.

I turned to my daughter who was looking at us with confused eyes. I crouched down to her height and smile. Gently I pushed some hair away from her face in order for me to see those gorgeous blue eyes. Taking a minute to just soak her in made me want to cry even more. My chest tightened as I prepared myself to say what could be our final goodbye. There was a chance I wasn't going to make it out of this alive. But what I was doing was for her. She'll always come first.

"You're staying, aren't you," she whimpered. Man, I wish she wasn't so smart sometimes.

"Baby...I'm sorry..."

"No!" She cried. "I'm staying with you."

"Baby, you need to go with Uncle Rick. You have to listen, and do everything he says, okay," I held back tears as I held her. "I'll be right behind you, okay?"

Her lip still quivered as she shoved her pinky in front of my face. With a watery smile, I wrapped my pinky around hers as we both leaned in to kiss our thumbs as the seal of agreement.

"Hold hands through it, when it's scary. You've got me," I softly sang offkey a part from our favorite song.

"I love you, mama," Hope told me as tears dripped down her face.

I wiped them away before leaning forward and kissing her on the nose then the forehead.

"I love you too, Hope. More then you'll ever know. I'll see you soon," I told her with one final hug.

Leaving those two behind was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do. My heart squeezed at the idea of never seeing them again. However, my determination kicked in as I strutted down corridors. I was doing this to protect them. If I could figure out how to make myself indispensable then I could bid my time to come up with a plan to escape myself. But how would I do that? The only thing that makes me useful to them are the vaccines which have been completed.

Unless something were to happen to the vaccines before distribution in the morning... They got rid of the rest of my lab team. If the vaccines were destroyed then I'd be the only one who could recreate them. Yes! The easiest way would to simply set the place on fire. A smile grew on my face as I dug into my lab coat and pulled out my cigarettes. I just needed to make sure I got out before the fire spread and got too dangerous. Hopefully the Lieutenant Colonel was gone by now. They're probably looking for me all over campus. No one should be at the lab. That's the last place anyone smart would go to hide out. Luckily for them, I take pride in my stupidity.

Cautiously, I entered the lab once more. My suspicions were correct and no one was here. However, I needed to work fast before the caught me on the security footage. I had to quickly work with what I had. The easier chemicals to work with was the ammonia found in the cleaning closet. Using the jug, I spilt the liquid all over the lab and on the stored vaccines. Once finished I tossed the jug to the side. With shaky hands I grabbed my cigarette and lighter. When I neared the exit is when I lit the nicotine stick. I inhaled deeply, trying to enjoy the one and only drag I'd get from this stick, before flicking it into the middle of the room. It bounced and rolled a few centimeters before catching the chemicals on fire. I quickly made my exit.

As I walked down the corridor I wasn't really sure where I was planning on going. My only thoughts were on Rick and Hope. I prayed that this would be enough of a distraction for them to get out safely. I prayed the hardest I ever had in my entire life to whatever higher being was listening. Rick said that they were heading to a place called Alexandria in Virginia. That's where home is supposed to be. If that's where they are and what they'll call home then that's the one thing in need to focus on during what was yet to come for me. Alexandria. Alexandria. Alexandria. That one word is what will keep me going.

------

Next Chapter

If anyone was wondering what this song referenced is, it's called Slow Down by Nichole Nordeman.

#romance #adventure #daryl dixon #the walking dead #daryl dixion imagine #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon fic #daryl fanfiction #the walking dead daryl #daryl dixon x oc #twd daryl dixon #twd daryl #daryl #daryl x oc #twd #Spotify

24 notes · View notes