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darkbluekies · 1 year

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The witty and uncanny

Doctor!yandere OC x reader x Mafia!yandere OC

Summary: After escaping Silas, you wake up at the hospital with a doctor who hasn't been able to stop thinking about you. And now, you have two to escape from ... at the same time.

Warnings: yandere, needles, gun + gunshot, blood, fighting, getting drugged, unhealthy relationships, jealousy, scalpels, a lot of drama

word count: 3.2k

Part 2

A bright light stings in your eyes as you pry them open. You whimper slightly at all the different pains in your body. You're lying in a bed, but it's not very comfortable.

"Oh, you're awake", an unfamiliar voice says. "I started to get worried."

A blurry shadow appears in front of your eyes. You blink a few times until you see the outline of a blonde man.

"How are you?" he asks softly.

You open your mouth to answer, but it's drier than a desert. The man puts a plastic cup to your lips and you sip a few mouthfuls of water.

"There we go, good job", he smiles. "Now, how are you?"

"Where am I?" you whisper.

"At the hospital. Do you remember anything?"

"I …"

You stay silent as you look at the doctor. Don't you recognize him?

"Have we met before?" you ask quietly.

"The two of us?" he repeats. "Yes, we have. I cared for you a year ago when you came to check up on your sore throat. I'm doctor Kry."

"Oh, right … I remember."

A few seconds of silence occur as you try to remember last year. Everything feels so blurry after Silas took you.

"Now I'll ask again: how are you?" the man asks.

"I'm hurting", you admit.

"Nothing is broken, I can assure you of that. Can you tell me what happened?"

"Silas, he- …" Shit. You shouldn't have said anything.

Dr Kry grows increasingly stiffer hearing the other man's name.

"Silas? Who's that? Your boyfriend?"

"No."

At least you don't think so. You never agreed to become Silas’s partner … or his prisoner for that matter.

"That's relieving to hear", Dr Kry smiles slightly and brushes the hair out of your face. "Can you tell me what happened? I won't tell anyone. I have to stay silent by law."

You gulp. You had escaped Silas during a mission of his. He'd brought you with him for who knows what reason and you managed to run while he wasn't looking. When he noticed that you were gone, you had to throw yourself down a cliff to get out of his reach. Landing in the water, you had no other choice but to swim to shore and then run for your life. You had been running for hours until exhaustion took over you. You fainted in a park. Now you're here.

You give the doctor a brief explanation, leaving out most of the information about Silas and his job.

"Why were you running from him?" Dr Kry asks suspiciously. "Did he hurt you?"

You nod. When you close your eyes you can see the basement's stone walls in front of you.

"Don't worry, Y/N, you won't get hurt ever again", Dr Kry promises. "You're safe with me now, okay?"

You shake your head quickly. You'll never be free from Silas! He's insane! He'll burn down the hospital once he finds you.

"Calm down, dear", Dr Kry smiles. "You're safe, I promise. This hospital has fantastic security. You wouldn't be able to break out from here even if you tried to."

You nod carefully, deciding to try to calm down. After all, you haven’t gotten the slightest bit of relaxation after Silas stole you away from your life. Resting now might be crucial in case Silas decides to find you again. Otherwise you might be too vulnerable for Silas's harsh manipulation. You won’t survive the basement if you’re not rested up.

Dr Kry sits with you as you sleep, watching over you. He goes through some papers, reading through your journals.

“Oh, my dear Y/N”, he whispers for himself, flipping pages, knowing full well you cannot hear him. “Finally you’re back with me.”

A while later, there’s a knock at the door. Dr Kry frowns and walks over to open. WHat he’s met with takes him by surprise. A black haired man with a long coat and a gun in his hand.

“Where are they?” he hisses.

Dr Kry looks at the gun with a glare and clenches his jaw.

“You must be Silas”, he says warningly, still sounding calm.

“Back away”, Silas says darkly, pointing with the gun. “Go to your desk.”

Dr Kry backs away slowly, refusing to look away from Silas. Silas notices your sleeping form in the bed, breathing out in relief.

“Y/N!” he says. “Little thing, wake up.”

“Don’t”, Dr Kry says quickly. “They just fell asleep. If you wake them up I’ll call for security and you’ll leave this hospital in pieces.”

Silas scoffs as one side of his mouth pulls up. “I’m the one with the gun here. I make the rules, okay, doc?”

“This is my territory that you’ve trespassed on. Here, I’m in charge.”

Silas glances at your sleeping form, at the bruises on your skin and the IV-drop next to your bed.

“What have you done to them?” he growls.

“What have I done?” Dr Kry repeats in shock. “They were worse when I took them in! What you see there, you have caused when they were running from you.”

Silas pushes Dr Kry up against the wall, knocking some of the air out of his lungs. The black haired man is a tad bit taller than him, but he isn’t feeling threatened. He’s furious. This man has caused you harm. He needs to be taken care of before you wake up. Dr Kry can’t let you see any of his bad sides. Silas puts the gun against Dr Kry’s temple.

“If you’re so stupid to kill me here, you better find another doctor to care for your ‘little thing’”, Dr Kry says, mocking Silas’s nickname for you.

Silas gives the doctor a nasty look and lets him go harshly. He’s about to walk over to you, but Dr Kry storms after, grabbing his arm.

“Don’t even think about moving them”, he warns Silas. “They’re hurt thanks to you. They need to heal up!”

“I will get them everything they need”, Silas mutters.

“Yeah, sure. Since when do you know how to use medical equipment? Smallest misstep and you’ll harm them. I’m not going to let you do anything that could worsen their condition.”

Silas gulps and looks around, hate still clear in his eyes, but now also a bit of worry.

“Fine”, he mutters. “I guess I’ll let them stay here until they’re better.”

Dr Kry smiles inside. Oh, you’ll never get better.

By now, you open your eyes after all the sound the two men have caused. Your gasp alerts the two of them, turning both their heads towards you. Your eyes are stuck on Silas with fear glowing in them.

“N-No-”, you almost sob.

“Don’t cry, little thing”, Silas says and pushes Dr Kry out of the way. “Come here-”

“No! Don’t touch me!”

Your scream hurts Dr Kry’s ears. He grabs Silas’s shoulders and forces him away from you, standing in between him and you as a shield. Silas is about to throw himself at the doctor when he sees how you hide behind him.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” he spits. “Y/N is mine! If I want to touch my baby, I have all the damn right to do so!”

“You forget that this is my territory”, Dr Kry warns him calmly , taking your hand. “I decide who touches my patients or not and right now, I’m the only one allowed to.”

“Oh, you’re so full of shit. Let go of their fucking hand right now.”

"Or what? You're going to shoot me? We've been through this already. If you shoot me you don't have anyone else to care for them. Is that what you want?"

"I'll find someone else."

"Then are you really going to put Y/N through this? If you shoot me, my blood will splatter on them. Try manipulating them to like you after that."

"You piece of shit-"

Silas is about to attack him, but Dr Kry picks up a scalpel and holds it in front of him.

"If you have to be here, be of use and sit down", the doctor sighs and rolls his eyes. "And be quiet. You're scaring Y/N."

You've curled up on the bed to protect your fragile body from Silas’s wrath. The man with the gun sighs heavily.

"This is fucking ridiculous", he mutters and sinks down in the chair in the corner of the room. "Why am I listening to you?"

Dr Kry smiles slightly and holds a cup of water to your lips. You choke on it thanks to the stress of having Silas in the room. You're waiting for him to have had enough and get rid of your doctor. He's the only form of protection you have.

"Breathe", Dr Kry whispers. "Don't look at him."

"What are you saying to them?" Silas asks quickly, suspiciously.

"Nothing. Instead of trying to eavesdrop, go to the vending machine on the floor below and get your 'little thing' something to eat."

"Why should I? You're the doctor!"

"Exactly. I'm the doctor. I have to stay with the patient at all costs."

"You fucking asshole."

"Y/N hasn't been eaten once since they came here."

Silas growls and stands up. He gives you one warning gaze before rushing out. Doctor Kry waits a few seconds before hurrying over to the other side of the bed, carefully removing the needle out of your arm. He places his arms under your body, carefully lifting you up.

"W-What are you doing?" you gasp.

"Getting you away from here. I'm going to take care of that man, but in that case, I can't have you close."

Dr Kry carries you out of the room, glancing at the ends of the corridor before running to the elevator.

"You don't understand!" you almost sib. "Silas will kill if you do this! He's insane, h-he'll-"

"So am I."

"What?"

A shiver runs down your spine.

"I don't like to admit it, but I do have some scary thoughts too sometimes", Dr Kry says disappointingly. "Don't worry, I will take care of that man. Afterwards, you and I can go back to being together. I won't let anything hurt you."

You shake your head slowly, realization hitting you. No, this can't be it …

"You sound like him …", you whisper quietly. "You sound like Silas …"

"No, I don't."

"L-Let me down."

"I can't. You're not well enough to walk by yourself. I have to protect you."

Dr Kry leaves the elevator and steps out into a dimly lit cemented corridor. You must be far below ground.

"He won't find you here", Dr Kry says.

His voice makes you shiver.

"Let me go", you whine and start to fight against his strong embrace. "Let me go! I'm going to scream."

"Scream all you want, Y/N, but I'd be surprised if anyone could hear you down here."

He opens a door into a white experiment cell. You shake your head desperately. This reminds you too much of the basement. The only thing in the room is a wall made of a mirror, a table and a chair. Dr Kry lets you down in the chair and walks towards the door. You hurry up and try to run past him, but he captures your arm and pulls you back.

"Don't tire yourself out, sweetheart", he says. "You won't get well that way."

"I threw myself off a fucking cliff! A little running won't do anything to me!"

Dr Kry manages to pry your arm off him and push you into the room before going out and locking the door. You pound the door with your fists, screaming. Dr Kry gulps and makes his way back to the elevator. You're safe here, he reassures himself.

Silas makes his way back to your room with a burning rage in his heart and a protein bar in his hand. That doctor has a storm coming for him. Silas is going to hang him upside down until the blood suffocates his brain. And he'll watch it all with a bowl of popcorn in his hands. And you? One thing's for sure: you're never coming with him for a mission ever again. He can't believe that you did all of this to get rid of him.

"I seriously need to get a couple therapist", he mutters to himself and reaches for the door handle into the room.

Before he touches it, he stops. Something’s wrong. He swings it open and finds it empty. You’re not in the bed and the doctor is nowhere to be seen. Silas takes out his gun from his coat again.

“I’m going to fucking kill you”, he promises.

“How funny, because I was thinking the same thing”, a voice behind him says, catching him by surprise.

Silas turns around to see Dr Kry putting on white gloves. Silas turns his gun towards him. Dr Kry scoffs out a low chuckle.

“But the difference between our deaths is that yours will be quiet and quick”, he says, taking up a needle from his pocket and testing the spurt. “No one will know if you’ve left the hospital or not.” He nods at the weapon in his hand. “One shot with the gun and everyone will know that something has happened to me. You won’t get away with it.”

“You’re wrong, I’ve gotten away with a lot of things. This will be nothing out of the ordinary.”

“You sure do a lot of talking for someone with a gun in their hands.”

“Well, I can’t fucking kill you before you tell me where the fuck Y/N is. Now spit it out. I’m sick of this!”

“Why should I tell you? You’re clearly only causing them harm.”

Silas growls and throws himself at Dr Kry, not being able to control himself anymore. The doctor gets knocked to the floor. Just as Silas is about to start punching him, the doctor stabs him in the arm with the needle. Silas is quick to get off him and rip it out.

"W-What the fuck was that?" he asks quickly.

"Something to make you sleep", Dr Kry smirks from the floor, still lying on his back but now propped up by his elbows.

Shit. Silas looks around for something. He grabs a stapler on top of the desk and slams it into Dr Kry’s head, knocking him unconscious. He starts rummaging through his pockets until he finds a key. 'Laboratory 2', it says on a small label.

"Where the fuck is that?" he pants. "Hey doc- … nevermind."

He hurries out into the corridor. He's not sure if the exhaustion he feels is from the needle or if it is from his imagination. All he knows is that he has to find you before he falls unconscious on the floor.

Silas finds a floorplan over the hospital. His finger follows the illustration lazily. Damn it, stay conscious. Silas finds the laboratory three floors underground. He drags himself over to the elevators and presses the right button. His body is growing more and more tired, eyes wanting to shut. The image of Dr Kry appears in his brain and he grimaced. He has to continue. The doctor seems to want you for himself too. Over Silas's dead body.

Silas steps out of the elevator and looks around in this new, dimly lit corridor. The walls are made out of concrete. It reminds him of the basement. His vision starts to fail him. He's seeing double. But nonetheless, he finds the right door. He struggles to place the key in the hole now that he can barely see. The click from the lock gives him hope. Inside, he finds you curled up in a corner on the other side of the room, glaring at him.

"Don't be scared, Y/N", he says, voice sounding distant. "I'm not going to hurt you. I've- … I've learned from my mistakes … I'm going … going to …"

"What's wrong with you, Silas?" you ask hesitantly.

"That fucking doctor … he … he stab- … stabbed me with a … uh, with a needle. But that … doesn't … doesn't matter. I'm taking you with me any- … anyway. I'll kill him."

He reaches out for you, but you scurry away from him. His sloppy movements give you time to run past him out into the corridor. The elevator is free! Behind you, you can hear his body hitting the floor. Just as you're about to walk into the elevator, you remember the gun Silas has on him. You could use that.

You give the elevators one last glance before running back to the testing room. You rummage through his pockets, finding the weapon in his coat.

The elevator is occupied now. You swear mentally. You need to get out of here before Dr Kry comes. The elevator stops on your level … and opens. You're met by Dr Kry’s cold eyes. Blood is running down his face from his forehead. His eyes light up as he sees you.

"Y/N!" he gasps in relief. "Thank God! Where's Silas!"

"Unconscious", you mumble, pointing at the open door, "in there."

"Good, good. Let him be. Wait … why do you have his gun?"

"Why do you think so?! To protect myself, of course. It doesn't seem like anyone else is!"

"No, no, you are safe — with me!"

"No. Something’s wrong with you too. I don't like it."

You hold up the gun towards him.

"Y/N, don't be ridiculous, I'm normal!" He says, glancing towards the weapon. "Come now, let's go to bed. You need to heal up. I'll take care of Silas. I saved you, didn't I?"

"I'm not sure. Did you really save me if you're the same?" You hover your finger over the trigger. "Get out of my way."

"Are you really going to shoot me here?"

"You said that no one would hear anything down here. So why shouldn't I?"

Dr Kry clenches his jaw. He looks at something behind you and his eyes widen.

"H-How are you conscious?!"

In horror, you turn before Silas can touch you. To your surprise, it’s empty. You don’t have time to realize what has happened before Dr Kry grabs you from behind and steals the gun out of your hand.

“Now, enough of this”, he says. “Come now, Y/N. We’re wasting time where you could be resting. I really don’t want to use the gun against you, but if you don’t realize what’s best for you, then I have to take drastic measures. Come now, little on, let’s go.”

He leads you into the elevator. The doors close. You glance at the gun with a plan in mind. You sink down the wall with your hand over your throat.

“What’s wrong?” Dr Kry asks quickly. “Aren’t you feeling well?”

“N-No”, you lie while forcing yourself to pant. “I can’t breathe!”

Dr Kry sinks down on his knees in front of you, letting go of the gun and starts to feel around your neck gently. You grab the gun and without a second thought, shoot him in the foot. The doctor screams out in pain and clutches the hurt area.

“Y/N!” he shouts. “What are you doing?!”

“Getting the fuck out of here”, you sigh in stress.

As soon as the doors open, you run without ever looking back. You know that you have a race against the clock. Silas will wake up sometime and Dr Kry won’t let this slide. Whether you like it or not … they’ll be back for you. Their little Y/N.

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mosaickiwi · 2 months

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14DWY As a Drama AU

Hey remember when I said I’d post this in February oopsies!! (don’t ask me about demon!ren i will cry)

Open at your own risk this thing is LONG. Tried to give everyone at least a little something! upon putting this in my drafts i realized olivia exists i'll add her at some point uhhh. Also you can tell how much I love Elanor... hehe

14 Days With You is an 18+ Yandere Visual Novel. MINORS DNI

The cult classic romantic thriller, 14 Days With You, is now a drama! Coming to all your favorite streaming platforms this summer. A whirlwind romance gone right and wrong that you DON’T want to miss.

Cast List

[REDACTED]

🖤 Quiet kid that used the after school theater program to delay returning home. Never wanted to perform, but loved doing costumes, make up, and correcting others (in his mind) on how to portray their roles.

🖤 Spent a little extra time perfecting the costumes of a certain someone who didn't even know they existed. He always traded house chores with his sister so she'd sit in the audience to solely film Tree #2's performance.

🖤 Was an apprentice special effects makeup artist after graduation at first, particularly for horror films, but it didn't exactly pay the bills when they left home.

🖤 Easily rose to the top in their acting career due to his dedication for crafting characters to perfection.

🖤 Dolly Parton/Lady Gaga-esque in their separation of work and life—completely unrecognizable in their regular civilian attire. Paparazzi have never gotten a picture of them in all their years trying.

🖤 Has zero issues getting into character, but does "method acting" on occasion to make sure people leave them alone on set. And also to fuck with directors and producers they don't like. Notoriously difficult to work with because of it + their overall attitude towards others, still gets hired somehow.

🖤 Got offered the role as the main love interest in 14DWY without an audition, thanks to a previous manipulative pink haired character he played in a film that ended up never being released. (2017 Ren because it's funny)

Angel (you!)

💜 Participated in the same after school theater program as [REDACTED] and Leon for a few semesters before you got bored of it. Curiosity for acting resurfaced later in life.

💜 Newbie actor at the recently formed talent agency of your friend. Only starred as non-speaking roles or background characters in small productions until the drama. You moved back to Corland Bay after uni for the better industry prospects.

💜 You initially auditioned for a very small role in the drama as an employee in a seaside shop at first, but somehow you wound up as the lead? (un)lucky you.

💜 Feel free to fill in the blank for any whys and hows you think of to fit your OC/self/sona as you so please <3

Elanor

💖 Normally an actress and casting director, first time as an executive producer for the drama. Dreams of bringing her own romantic screenplays to life. Hasn't quite proven herself the way she wants in the industry to feel confident enough in them.

💖 Catalyst for the drama being made. A "friend" mistakenly recommended the 14DWY book to her. She absolutely loathes all the psychological horror of it but sees the potential it has.

💖 Also the reason [REDACTED] was immediately cast, and you as well once she saw your chemistry with him while reading for a minor role. He hadn't shown a fraction of as much interest when reading lines with other potential candidates, so she decided to take the risk of an untested talent as the headliner.

💖 Refuses to use her family's name to get her stuff made. She wants her works to speak for themselves. Very picky about who she works with due to her family having hands in most of Corland's entertainment industry so she hardly gets a genuine interaction beyond ass-kissing.

💖 Always partial to working with Conan's small studio since he was the only director to give her any sort of criticism in spite of her family, as gentle and polite as it was. She still cried a little in the dressing room though.

💖 Genuine confusion when Conan wants her to act as both a producer and assist with direction. She only intended to bring it to his interest. But how could she say no to someone whose judgment and opinion she respects so much?

Conan

💖 Runs and owns a small scale studio in the Bay that seems to pick and choose its productions at random. It is in fact Alice sneaking into her dad's home office and putting scented stickers on the ones she likes. (She only reads the titles)

💖 Extremely proud of Elanor for getting so far on her own, and would take on one of her dozens of scripts no questions asked if she'd only work up the courage to show him one. So imagine his surprise when she comes to him with a romantic horror instead of one of the fairy tale romances he sees her scribbling notes on during breaks.

💖 While he’s the one with the final say, he does try to let Elanor have as much free reign as possible on the project in the hopes to boost her confidence.

Kiara

💖 A super-star actress and model that got her start in Corland’s local industry, but quickly hit it big.

💖 When she isn’t drowning in work, she’ll swing through town to check in on her sister.

💖 Desperately wants to star in one of Elanor’s productions, but respects her sister’s desire for independence. Though she does like to tease about certain casting decisions on the drama when made aware of them.

the rest of the cast are unfortunately very silly i couldn't resist

Moth

💖 Started a talent agency out of spite for the terrible castings in their favorite media. Got further invested upon realizing they could read the scripts before the movies or show adaptations were even announced.

💖 The one who pushed you to audition for a minor role in the production once the rumor about who was cast as the main love interest reaches them. They've heard all the horror stories about [REDACTED] so wanted the inside scoop. Horrified and fascinated to find out you get the lead role. It’s like watching a train wreck.

Leon

💖 Joined the theater program initially because of you, but got really into it. Moved away to attend a performing arts school until his mother got sick.

💖 Took every wacky infomercial or street performance gig he could find to pay the hospital bills until Teo found out and swooped in.

💖 Eternally grateful for the burden of financial ruin being relieved, so he always accepts the jobs Teo gets for him. He definitely won’t complain since he’s not dressed in an animal costume and shouting nonsensical slogans for cleaning products.

Teo

💖 Met Leon through a shared production and quickly bonded. Attended a different performing arts school and met Jae as a child.

💖 Almost the exact opposite of his game character purely for the funnies. Shy, introverted, can’t flirt to save his life. Still a nepo baby but he can hold his own in acting. Doesn’t like his character much, but is extremely jealous of the confidence he oozes.

💖 Leon and Jae are his only friends in the industry so he uses his sway to get them parts if they haven't already gotten a call back. Gets REALLY nervous on set for certain roles so he needs their support.

Jae

💖 Attended the same school as Teo when they were kids, and is constantly pitching intentionally bad ideas and joking on set to reassure his friend.

💖 A little bit of a thrill seeker, so does all his own small stunts if he thinks he’s capable. Stands there and gawks watching the more extreme stunts, loudest to clap when they go well.

💖 Kept bringing Maple to the shoots cause how could he even think about leaving her at home? She would occasionally break her leash and wander into a scene for head scratches and kisses. The film crew always booed when a PA came to take her off set.

Violet

💖 Completely terrible at caring for plants. Inspired by her role, she starts vlogging about her plant mom journey before shooting even begins. All her advice is completely wrong and terrible. Her personal assistant keeps her in the dark by tending to the plants themselves to fix her mistakes.

💖 Finds out she has a talent for flower arrangement, though. Does thank you vases for the cast and crew on all her future productions that last a lifetime because her PA made sure all the flowers were fake.

Exposition

(silly on set shenanigans)

🎬 Scenes get retaken quite a bit, since you’re still extremely new to it all. Most of the cast and crew expect anger out of [REDACTED] after the 4th call for a re-shoot on the first day’s library scene, but he’s surprisingly cracking jokes about his dye job and reassuring you that you’re doing great. The infamously ill-tempered actor is smiling somehow… even being patient? Not glaring down his co-star for minor slip ups? They cannot recognize this person.

🎬 Violet and [REDACTED] naturally butt heads on set. She respects their acting, not the actor. Zero hesitation to snap back if he’s getting snarky with a PA. You’re the one people have to beg to separate them, and you’re completely baffled that [REDACTED] doesn’t treat others as nicely as he treats you.

🎬 Even though Elanor is a nervous wreck about the first real thing to ultimately make or break her career, she’s scarily efficient on set—as long as no one distracts her. She does get sidetracked once in a while, only because she loves chatting and answering any questions the cast or crew might have. She even brings one of her own cats to set during a slower day to see if they can get along with Maple. Leaves Conan in charge when the horror scenes are being shot. They’re both put off by how vivid they feel, but Conan at least can grin and bear it.

🎬 You and Leon manage to catch up on set while [REDACTED] is otherwise occupied shooting said horror scenes. You tease him about a few infomercials you saw when looking up his actor reel, and Leon teases you back about your unlucky streak of being a tree or a rock in every play the theater program put on when y’all were younger. Laughs even harder once he finds out your most prominent roles until then were “unnamed zombie #5 at the bottom of the pile” and “sleeping train passenger.”

🎬 Try as he might, [REDACTED] doesn’t convince Elanor to change up a few crucial parts of the script for his benefit. His offhand threats of leaving the production fall on deaf ears, as she is all too happy to do re-shoots to make Teo the lead. His innocent hints to you about the shoddy script fly over your head for some reason! You love how it's turning out, what does he mean?

🎬 Super shy Teo prefaces and warns his co-stars before acting in every scene of his character being excessively flirty. Most of the actors have worked with him at some point or another beforehand, so they let him go through his routine without issue. Some crew members love the whiplash of him switching between overly courteous and smarmy, others vastly prefer the flirty character and mourn the loss as production comes to a close.

The Build Up

📺 The higher ups pressure Violet to start a short-lived streaming career to boost interest, since she’s hopeless with plants. She amasses a cult following for her MMO reviews, blind raids on new patches, and her wild ride of a Minecraft playthrough. In the end she winds up preferring to play games off stream, but once in a blue moon she’ll do a first time raid stream so her more dedicated fans can join and watch her alliance get wiped. Creative trolling is highly encouraged.

📺 Teo, Jae, and Leon appear on a late night TV show for promotion. It was meant to be for Teo and [REDACTED] at first. (Where’s the leading lover? [REDACTED] refused all promo appearances or sit downs without you being involved in them.) The host plays a clip that Teo’s particularly embarrassed about, and he hides his face in shame when the crowd hoots and hollers praise about his portrayal.

📺 [REDACTED] comes across as doting and overprotective of you once you’re pushed into the spotlight of celebrity, and shows increasingly concerning behaviors as the premiere looms closer. Depending on your response, they’ll back off to a point or dial it up. Interviewers and consumers mistake it as the eccentric actor’s “method acting” so the red flags just slide right past.

📺 Elanor and Conan guest star in a podcast for off-the-cuff romance enthusiasts. Their strangely cagey and joking comments like “there were so many retakes we couldn’t keep track of what was meant to be the actors messing around or part of the final cuts,” and “we’ve actually sent all the reviewers 1 of 14 versions with completely different endings,” leave listeners all the more curious to see the film.

The Climax

🎉 Reception is huge, in good ways for most. The majority of the cast see a surge in popularity if they didn’t already from the hype.

🎉 Teo bemoans his endless offerings for sarcastic pretty boy jobs, Leon makes enough to get picky about his roles (and pay Teo back), Jae somehow cons a studio into an action film starring Maple—and subsequently adopts every single one of her stunt doubles.

🎉 Moth throws the agency away to start adapting anime and manga themselves. Elanor finally feels validated enough to bring one of her romantic screenplays to the big screen, starring her sister Kiara and a very enthusiastic Violet as the leading couple.

🎉 Conan’s studio is overloaded with scripts, and Alice runs out of scented stickers that much quicker. They are severely backlogged send help.

🎉 One determined conspiracy theorist sets out to prove those missing 13 versions of the ending are real, based on minor cuts and inconsistencies purposefully left in the public release.

The End, Roll Credits

choose your own ending

Bad End 💔 - A Falling Star

💔 If you respond negatively to [REDACTED]’s demeanor during shoots and promo: he plays the waiting game, uses his connections and blackmail to make sure all your roles without his name attached don’t garner nearly as much attention as the ones where you’re co-stars.

💔 Your negotiating power quickly plummets as you fall out of demand and end up begging just for the non-speaking roles you once loathed.

💔 The careers of anyone you got close to on set fall apart much faster than yours, before they’re outright blacklisted in the industry.

💔 You begrudgingly call up your last option. He can’t do much for your friends, but their offer to help you make a comeback is always open.

Neutral End 💌 - Just One More Try

💌 If you respond indifferently to [REDACTED]’s demeanor: the drama leads to you getting more offers, though a handful are for playing opposite of [REDACTED], as the on-screen chemistry was too much for studios to ignore for cash grabs.

💌 Elanor has rid herself of the drama’s subsequent rights, despite positive reception, so a sequel sprouts up in the works at a different studio. One that doesn’t mind catering to the whims of their actors when it comes to script integrity.

💌 You arrive on the set to find that not just one, but all of your cast mates except for them were written to have much smaller parts in the sequel. In fact, you rarely find a scene in the revised script where [REDACTED] isn’t alongside you.

💌 Sadly the contract is air tight, just put up with it until it’s over… What’s this clause about further sequels?

Good End 💍 - Off Into the Sunset

💍 If you respond positively to [REDACTED]’s demeanor: you’ll sadly announce at the post premiere press conference that acting was a one-and-done adventure for you. Retired effective immediately, no farewell interviews.

💍 You’re spotted around town for a few weeks in a mask with a tall, darkly dressed companion at your side before you disappear from the public eye and Corland Bay all together.

💍 A few of your friends at least have an idea of where you are, and they meet up with you whenever you're in a nearby city. None of them can recognize the man glued to your side, though. Not that he'd say anything to clue them in.

💍 After months of near inactivity, [REDACTED] mysteriously deletes their socials without a word, sparking confusion and outrage among hardcore fans still desperately hoping for a sequel.

#14 days with you #14dwy #14dwy au #momo writing #wow look i posted not requested stuff #and it's NOT only emo boy??? wild #<- i am capable of this sometimes #wrote it in like 2 days back in november from brainrot ngl #and now it's here so it can stop haunting me!!!#i do wanna write little drabbles (mostly about angel's audition) but who knows if that'll happen #if u see issues bc of having to remove discord formatting no u didn't #AND if u saw this on discord b4 no u didn't #i wanna add river once he's in da game cause i have many ideas

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spacebarbarianweird · 5 months

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The Rogue and The Barbarian

Summary: Six months after the game, Astarions asks Tiriel why she's stayed with him.

Pairing: Astarion x OC (Tiriel)

Tags: fluff, hurt/comfort, post-game, patch 5 epilogue, named Tav, established relationship, f!tav

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This line from the epilogue really got me so I decided to write the confession scene featuring my beloved OC Tav named Tiriel.

One night he tells you that these six months of happy memories are the counterweight to two hundred years of misery.

Thanks @satanicspinosaurus for the amazing work as a beta-reader. Your comments and suggestions were super helpful.

Tiriel is a half-elf Barbarian with Chaotic Good allignment. More about her here

Steam rises over a small pond at the back of the cave, and it almost looks as good as a hot bath in the inn. The warm spring nicely heats the air, contrasting to the cold nights Astarion and Tiriel have faced for the last few months.

Six months, to be precise.

Astarion cautiously approaches the pond. The murky surface can’t reflect anyone, and the vampire touches the water.

"Go on, I'll join you!" Tiriel says, and her voice echoes in the cave.

"Don't make me wait too long, then," he answers.

Six months ago, the tadpole which allowed him to walk in the sun dissapeared. Six months ago, the insane adventure he had found himself in was over. Six months ago, he murdered the monster who had made him a vampire.

Six months ago, he became free.

Astarion undresses, laying his clothes beside the pool. The clothes are dirty with blood, and so is he.

Being naked feels weird and uneasy. The sense of vulnerability returns as he sits at the pond's edge, submerging his legs in warm water.

It would be naïve to believe his demons and darkness would disappear after the monster's death. That the gnawing void in his chest would somehow miraculously heal in one day. His darkness lingers in his mind daily, devouring thoughts and sanity. The only thing he can do is fight.

Astarion takes a piece of cloth and starts washing dirt off his skin. If only it was possible to wash away all the non-consensual touches he'd endured over years. To forget, to peel it off.

If only…

A soft thump takes Astarion out of his thoughts, and he sees a pile of clothes getting bigger – adding Tiriel's trousers and shirt under her armor.

Tiriel stays at the edge beside him for a heartbeat and then jumps into the water, splashing Astarion with a warm wave.

"Finally!" the half-elf says, returning to the surface and sitting at the pond's edge.

Astarion can't take his eyes away from Tiriel. Hair, red as fire. Her right eye is greyish blue, like the autumn sky. The other used to be green as spring before the hag had transformed it.

Freckles dance all over her body, especially plenty on her back. Half-elven ears with a thin scar on one of them. Breasts, small and perky. A bigger bottom. "Elven tits but human butt!" she once told him after receiving yet another playful slap from him. Hands so elegant and feminine, elven-like. Legs more human-like, thick, and strong.

She is stuck between two worlds and takes the best from both.

Tiriel the Barbarian is a woman of no kin and no home.

"Need help?" she asks.

"I am pretty capable of washing myself."

"I know, but do you need help?"

"Yes, please."

Tyrael smiles and kneels behind him with a piece of rag.

"Tell me if it hurts".

He nods. Somehow, being both naked doesn't have anything sexual. It is something else, some new level of intimacy. Tiriel lovingly washes his body, and her touches are gentle and caring. Occasionally, she plants a kiss, and a shiver goes down his spine.

Astarion relaxes, closing his eyes like a content cat. His world reduces to the sound of dripping water and Tiriel's humming.

The song sounds unfamiliar. Sometimes, Astarion thinks he's already heard all the songs and ballads Tiriel knows. Still, every other evening, she chooses another. Sometimes, he thinks she composes them, but she laughs at the suggestion.

Astarion, my heart, do I look like a bard to you? It's just how humans tell their stories.

Astarion concentrates on Tiriel's voice and her gentle caress. She starts washing his hair, massaging the scalp with long, stiff fingers.

"I never heard this song."

“It’s a ballad of half-elves. A human woman falls in love with an elf. She offers him gifts – a heavy sword made of iron, sleeping potions to make him dream, a fur cape to warm him in the coldest winter, a stallion fast as the wind. And he just mocks her. Because human lives are short and their ways are animalistic. But it seems the mocking is dishonest, since half-elves are born anyway."

Astarion catches her arm and presses lips against Tiriel's wrist. She giggles and nuzzles his neck.

"Which would you take if someone offered you such gifts?"

"Difficult choice," Astarion chuckles. "I don't think I could pick up the sword; horses fear me. The cape sounds nice."

"The cape enchanted with fire magic - that has its own warmth," Tiriel sings.

"Then definitely the cape."

She laughs. "I would have taken the sword."

"Who would ever doubt that, my ferocious love?"

Tiriel hugs Astarion from behind, placing her cheek on the upper part of his scars. Her grip is tight, as if she tries not to let him fall.

Astarion places a palm over her hands. Tiriel is so warm. He doesn't want to let her go. If, a mere year ago, someone told him that this would be his life very soon enough-he would bitterly laugh at their faces.

Freedom? A monster dying a painful death? Tiriel? Those things were unreal.

Tiriel finally lets him go and returns to washing herself.

"Tiriel"

She looks up at him. Her eyes were so close he could see the green iris behind the foggy hag eye.

"What is it?"

"Why do you stay?"

She pulls back a bit.

"What do you mean?"

"I – I don't understand why you are with me. You could choose any man but chose me. Why?"

Tiriel is silent and Astarion fears he has hurt her. There is an instinct to apologize, to beg for forgiveness. He shouldn’t have asked.

She sighs. "Apart from the fact you are the most beautiful and handsome man I ever met in my life?"

"Six months ago, I would have thought that was enough."

Tiriel takes his hand. "Look at me, please."

Her smile shines like the summer sun. "You want to know why I am with you? Because you sometimes think that I am with you either for pity or just because of your looks?"

He nods.

"I love you for being brave. For being strong. All these decades of torments and you preserved yourself. You survived where madness was the only choice. You never allowed to break yourself. What can be more heroic? Every day you fight the darkness in your soul – and win. It is an invisible fight but, gods, it's more formidable than fighting dragons and monsters. I can see it. I see it daily, and I admire you for that. Because accepting darkness is easy."

She touches a loose strand of silver hair and kisses his cheek. "I love you for being so smart and good with words. I can't even read – and you know so many things I didn't even know existed! You open a new world for me, every day!"

"You know I can teach you how to read?"

"My eyes hurt when these letters jump on the page."

"Unless the book is enchanted, they are not supposed to."

Tiriel cups his cheek and plants a kiss on his forehead.

"You care about me. You protect me. No one ever did! I am this wild warrior girl who can kill a giant with one swift of her sword. Who can be beaten to death and then stands up with bones broken and wounds bleeding and shrugs it all away. No matter how in pain I was, no one ever asked me how I felt. No one cared. Do you know why people like me drink ale all the time, especially celebrating victories? Because we're in pain. But we can't show it, it's a weakness. And we can't be weak."

Tiriel suddenly turns her eyes away, and Astarion sees a glimpse of pain as if she re-lives those moments. He pictures a wounded woman who drinks herself to numbness while people cheer her for slaying a monster. Then a bleeding half-elf curled up in the tent, hollow and miserable.

"But you – you care. When I don't rage anymore, when I feel the pain and exhaustion again, I don't have to think how to get back to camp and make sure my companions don't steal my part of the loot. I can just fall into your arms and let you take care of the rest. Washing me, helping to undress. You help me with my flesh wounds and broken bones. You wait till I recover – and don't let me risk myself."

"It would be cruel to let you return to the fight with internal bleeding."

"Aastarion, that's the point. I've never had anyone who would do that to me. I never knew I could sleep so worriless. My heart, you are safety. You are protection. You let me hide behind your back. No one ever did. Because if someone with a two-handed sword joins your party, she is supposed to protect you. Sometimes I would vomit blood after the fight and people would surround a delicate looking maiden-sorceress who was just shocked by seeing so much blood and gore. I was always the last one to get the potion or healing. I am Tiriel the Barbarian, after all. No one would check up on me, no one would look after me. But you – you do that. Astarion, you can't even apprehend how much love there is inside you. And how much I need it."

Astarion finally makes himself move and pulls Tiriel closer. She wraps her hands around his neck.

"You remind me of a fairytale I loved as a girl. When I was beaten by my mother and when my stepfather called me a "fairy bastard," I would run to the village healer and listen to his wife telling fairy tales. There was one which always caught my attention.”

"A long time ago there was a warrior woman whose ancestors were giants. She was fierce and strong. One day she got a mission – to kill a monster. She realized the monster was indeed an enchanted prince. She broke his chains and they married. I always pictured this prince as an elf in my head. Like, he was described as someone very beautiful. It couldn't be a human! Human males are ugly. Or maybe it was my own desperate hope my elven father would come back and take me with him".

"And what is more important, you understand me. You laugh at my stupid jokes. You know how to make me feel better. I love talking to you. I never thought I would find someone I would be so comfortable with. Yes, I fell for your looks. For your sweet words. You made me feel wanted, desired. Everything I thought I wasn't. I knew you were manipulating me; it was easy to understand. But I felt good when you dragged me to the woods. I am going to live for fifteen or twenty decades more and I want to live these years with you. I don't want and don't need anyone else."

Astarion stares at Tiriel as if seeing her for the first time. As if they hadn't shared a bed for half a year. It was like she was talking about someone else. Someone he doesn't even know. How come… how come he has her? What a weird coincidence made them meet? Maybe some god was responsible after all. Heard his prayers and made that unknown elf hook up with a married human woman thirty-six years ago.

A married human woman who hated the little girl she gave birth to. Who abused Tiriel and beat her for her mere existence.

"My stepfather once lusted for me and he suppressed his desires with violence. He snatched a knife and cut my left ear off. The healer stitched it back but I have a scar left."

The girl grew up. Survived. Made her way to Baldur's Gate.

Tiriel, with her absolute lack of self-control or respect for anyone, solved most of the problems threatening to break people's bones.

"He told you "No!", I will smash your head against the wall if you don't leave him alone, you drow bitch!"

His very own knight in shining armor. Well, barbarian rags rather than actual armor, but Astarion is also far from an innocent prince.

Tiriel puts her head on his chest as if trying to hear his undead heart. They both don't move, holding each other in silence. Astarion wants to say a thousand words. How much he loves her. How she makes his undead heart ache. How he adores her – with her dark humor, easygoing nature, and bravery.

But he can't. The words are stuck in his throat; meanwhile, Tiriel keeps humming. A song of the north, of the wilderness. There is wind and cold, battles and blood. The smell of burning wood. The rage. The sorrow. And dragons.

Tiriel, the unwanted daughter of the barbarian kin, holds Astarion, and he drowns in her arms. Safety, protection, freedom, love. Such simple concepts and yet so unknown.

He doesn't want to let her go. He won't let her go unless she wants.

"Ok I am freezing and want to sleep. I will be in the tent," She pulls away, shivering. "How do you say "my love" in Sylvan?"

"Salen Aster," Astarion answers, and the words sound like a spell.

"Then see you later, Salen Aester."

He chuckles – Tiriel pronounces the words clumsily with a terrible Common accent.

"Have a good rest, my love."

Being alone is uncomfortable. So he quickly puts on clean clothes, leaving the dirty pile for the latter, and returns to the small camp they had put up. Tiriel is already under the fur blanket but knows she hasn't fallen asleep yet. She never goes to sleep without him. So while she rests, Astarion stays beside guarding her or meditating himself.

Astarion crawls beside her, and she immediately wraps herself around him, placing her redhead on his chest, sharing body warmth.

Astarion concentrates on the heartbeat. He can feel blood streaming around her body. Her short breaths. Tiriel is so alive it's enough for two of them.

"Tiriel"

"Hm?" she looks up at him, her eyes already sleepy.

"These six months we've been together are the counterweight to two hundred years of misery I endured. My worst memory lasted longer than I know you but somehow… somehow it holds the same gravity as those years of darkness. I don't even know how this is possible."

She smiles and caresses his cheek.

"Rage is louder than tears, fire is brighter than shadows. Rags are cheap but fur is paid with gold."

It seems like she wants to say something else, but she falls asleep in his arms. Astarion looks at her with adoration, trying to memorize every small detail of her face.

"Salen Aester", he whispers in her ear.

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izanyas · 6 months

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Fic Commissions: OPEN!

Hello! As some of you might know, I recently lost one of my two part-time jobs, and the remaining one barely earns me anything. I need some € to keep me going until I can be a bit more stable professionally, so I've decided to tentatively re-open fic commissions.

For now, I'll take 2 slots at a time, to see how it goes.

Rules:

I will only accept commissions from adults. I don't care if your 20yo friend is the one paying, if the prompt is from a minor, it's no.

I will accept commissions for any fandom I've written before (you can check the list at my AO3), as well as other pieces of media I have already watched/read. Feel free to ask. I will not, however, get into something entirely new for a commission.

I will write gen, romance, action, angst, crime, fluff, humor, smut, horror, pretty much any genre out there. Here are some more details:

Gore/violence is fine unless something squicks me personally.

I can write about abuse of any kind, but I won't write gratuitous explicit scenes of abuse on their own.

I will not write smut of minors. Smut of aged-up characters can be done depending on the characters and fandoms (post-canon/AU stuff for characters who are already well into their teenage years in canon, for example) but not indiscriminately. If I say no, then it's no.

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I'm open to kink/BDSM prompts, we can discuss my limits/squicks in private.

AUs/crossovers/canon divergences are welcome.

OCs are welcome. OC/canon character ships are welcome. Reader insert is welcome. Pairings that I don't ship are welcome.

I will not write incest.

I will not write egregious age gap ships involving minors. 35yo/25yo is fine by me, but 25yo/15yo is a no.

I will not write updates/sequels/prequels for existing fics of mine.

I reserve the right to refuse a prompt for no other reason than not wanting to write it.

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I will ask for a down payment of 10€ for 1k words and 20€ for longer stories. Payment will be done via P@yP@l. The rest of the payment should be transferred once the story is finished, and before I post it. Example: for 3k words (60€), I will ask for 20€ before writing, and the remaining 40€ once the story is done.

Stories will be posted directly at AO3, in order to avoid a repeat of nasty past experiences (me sending a fic privately only for it to be reposted by the person under their own name lol).

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t1ckity-t0ck · 2 months

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Political Marriage TLDR

I won't go into too much detail in this post, I'll probably make a long post where I explain the story in full soon, for now I'll just go over the basics. Feel free to ask about anything in my ask box if you're curious about any aspect of it though!

Political Marriage is an au where, you guessed it, there is a political marriage in between Ludwig Von Koopa and a parakoopa oc ("That's rather cringe innit bruv" I know ;;^;;) named Celest.

The arrangement is set in place to prevent a war between their two kingdoms(Dark Land and a floating nomad cloud kingdom mostly populated by parakoopas and other flying species), strengthen military alliances and resources. Ludwig is forced into this by Bowser whilst Celest takes one for the team to protect her mothers’s (two other characters I'll explain later) kingdom.

Neither of them are truly thrilled with the idea of this, as their vastly different cultures, viewpoints, and personalities clash with one another, but they slowly warm up to each other and actually develop a relationship by the end of things.

In the meantime though, the slow burn is real and Ludwig despises Celest + the whole situation he is in, whilst Celest tries to find the bright in it all, but even her patience runs thin with him during this.

I'd like to extend a sincere apology to my friend @thecrypticshyguy that for the past few months has been caged in hell with me in various calls and art sessions of me rambling about this.

#nintendo #super mario #koopaling #koopalings #ludwig von koopa #canon x oc #oc x canon #smb political marriage au #koopa oc #parakoopa #koopa #parakoopa oc #my art #h1ck0ry art

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keto-keyes · 3 months

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The Misfit Gang (Slytherin Gang ff)

This is a OC insert imagine, with multiple parts. If you don't want to use the name ive chosen, feel free to insert your own :)

Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 4 Part 2

After the sorting, where a certain Harry Potter had been sorted into Gryffindor, Soren sat in between Pansy and a tall, dark skinned boy named Blaise. She'd been sorted into Slytherin, the house of the ancient De Villes from over 50 years before. It was the same house as a certain Draco Malfoy, but anything was better than being in Hufflepuff like the 20 nameless and useless family members before her.

Blaise didn't talk much, his eyes only on his food, but they'd exchanged a couple of words when the feast had been served and the school song finally finished. But as Soren saw it, it was better than nothing. At least she had a friend, and, by the sound of Pansy's animated conversation on her right, maybe even more.

"Can you pass the pumpkin juice?" asked a soft voice. Blaise's voice.

Soren glanced up from her steak, reached to grab the jug, and passed it to him, barely making noise.

"Here," she said, just as quietly, "Do you need anything else?"

They stared at each other for a moment, Blaise finding the words to say whatever was on his mind and Soren waiting to be answered, before he once again opened his mouth.

"Mmh... the custard tarts? I-if you don't mind," he mumbled.

'Not much of a talker,' Soren thought, 'But he's nice, I guess.' She passed him the plate of tarts and was about to turn back to her food when he spoke once more.

"T-thanks... Soren."

Soren almost jumped when he said her name, though quietly, and her head snapped to face him with a light blush.

"Oh! Y-you're welcome, Blaise," she replied, whispering almost, in case anyone was watching, "Anytime."

"Call me Zabini," he grunted, "'pparently it's a sign of weakness if you use first names in Slytherin. Malfoy said."

"O-of course," she answered, shivering at the mention of Malfoy.

She noticed he did the same when he said the blonde boy's name, and smiled hopefully up at him. He didn't return her smile, but nodded curtly instead.

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In the Slytherin common room, a few days after the first years began school at Hogwarts, Soren and Blaise sat side-by-side in a dark corner. They both had homework (Pansy too but she refused to miss the girls' sleep-out), and although neither needed help and they didn't talk, the silence wasn't uncomfortable. Suddenly, Malfoy and his cronies sauntered over, smirking and laughing amongst themselves. Soren did her best not to look up at him, not to show fear. But when he stood above her and blocked out her light, she couldn't stop herself.

"Ha! I knew you'd be over here! See boys, the nerds are studying again!" Malfoy cackled, high-fiving one of them.

"P-please move," Soren whispered, not wanting a conflict.

Malfoy stuck his face next to hers, sneering, and grabbed her transfiguration book.

"What was that? Speak up when you talk to important people!" he jeered at her, flipping through pages of the book.

Soren turned away and, raising her voice the slightest bit, said, "I said - please move."

Malfoy laughed and dropped her book down on the table, shattering her quill's nib.

"My father is a big, wealthy wizard. I'll tell him if you say anything," he warned her in a sneer, the two brutes cracking their knuckles. Soren flinched.

Blaise jumped to his feet, throwing down his book and almost knocking the table over as he stood.

"Give it a REST Malfoy!" he growled, "Your dad couldn't care less about you, and you know it! Shut up and leave her ALONE!"

For once, Malfoy shut up and walked off. His cronies shot Blaise dirty looks but still they, too retreated. Puffing, Blaise flopped back down onto his seat and wiped his brow.

"Thank you, Zabini," Soren whispered, touching his arm.

He looked at her for a second, seeing how shaken she was, then picked up his quill and held it out to her.

"You're welcome Soren," he replied, taking her broken quill and stuffing it in his own bag. He thought for a second before adding, "And, you know, you can call me Blaise. I don't really care about strength and weakness, OR what Malfoy says anymore."

Smiling at him and taking the quill, Soren nodded.

"You're a good friend, Blaise," she said softly.

#harry potter #draco malfoy #mattheoxreader #mattheo riddle #lorenzo berkshire #tom riddle #theodore nott

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sinsmockingbird · 2 months

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HSR OC | Character Sheet

Everyone out here making character sheets for OC's that are somehow tied to @sea-lanterns Casino!AU. Of course I had to join in the fun, otherwise I'll feel left out. Enjoy this semi, all over the place, explanations on my newest HSR OC.

SAIRAS is a fanmade playable character in Honkai: Star Rail. She's one of the many Bunnies that work at the most popular casino in all of Penacony, The Rabbit's Foot. Known for her charming personality and irresistible looks, this Bunny has earned herself a reputation as one of the most popular and sought-after Bunnies in the casino. Just make sure you don't fall for her alluring voice or looks, or you might find yourself in debt to The Rabbit's Foot.

✧ BIO

NAME: Sairas

TITLE: H

GENDER: Female

AGE: 24

HEIGHT: 5'4

PATH: Erudition

TYPE: Imaginary

RARITY: 4 Stars

SPECIES: Rabbit Hybrid

FACTION(S): The Rabbit's Foot

WORLD: Penacony

✧ APPEARANCE

Seiras is an average height woman with lush and long, dark magenta hair and teal blue eyes. Her eyes are described as being like a kaleidoscope, going from different types of blue and greens depending on the angle your looking at her. She also has tall, white bunny ears on the top of her head, and a cute, white cotton tail.

Seiras wears a pretty revealing attire, a black colored short dress that goes slightly above her thighs, and has a deep v-line that shows off a bit of her cleavage. She also wears black heels to watch, and a pair of black fingerless gloves, as well as silver bands cuffed around her wrists and upper arms, each side of her arms being decorated differently.

✧ PERSONALITY

Seiras has a very charming, playful, and seductive personality. Being one of the many Bunnies at The Rabbit's Foot casino, she's been able to learn how to read people well, and is always able to get into a person's good graces. She's very sweet and accessible to any of her clients, and openly flirts with everyone, be it clients, other Bunnies, or even the Boss. She's dominating and likes to have control, but is known to bend over for certain people.

Despite all this, Seiras is also exceptionally mischievous and venomous. She's able to pull moves other Bunnies wouldn't dare, pulling pranks on certain clients or even the Boss, as well as talking people into spending more money on gambling with just a few simple words. But if she has a problem with someone, it's not surprising to see her turn cold and catty, making lethal comments towards them.

✧ VOICELINES

FIRST MEETING: "Well hello cutie, I'm Sairas. Have you come to spend a little money on gambling, or... are you here see to me?"

CHAT - CHARMSPEAK: "Wanna know a little secret? I have a little gift I like to call, 'Charmspeak'. I'm able to charm anyone into doing anything I'd ask of them. Oh? You want a little demonstration? Well then, heh, why don't we go to a private room together, just you and I."

CHAT - GAMBLING: "Nothing wrong with wanting to spend a little indulgence for yourself on spending money to win even more money- or, lose it all."

HOBBIES: "My hobbies? Oh honey, I don't think we're in a very appropriate place to be discussing those."

ABOUT ACHERON: "Tall, dark, and mysterious, one of my favorite types of women. I always get a thrill trying to figure out their secrets, and bending them to my will. Nothing is more satisfying than seeing a woman like that at my mercy."

ABOUT HIMEKO: "Himeko is the type of woman I actually see myself settling down with. Would that ever happen? God no, I'm too much of a free spirit, but a girl can dream can she not?"

ABOUT BOSS: "Ah, how I love that woman. Very few know how to get my knees shaking, and she would be the expert."

ADDED TO TEAM WITH YUKONG: "My my, a helpless bunny joined with a ferocious fox. Whatever shall I do!"

#*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟsins rambles #more info will be added later #here's what i have so far

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queen-of-the-boos · 2 months

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You are Cordially Invited...

to the second ever-

(The envelope opens with a shrill shriek)

THAT'S RIGHT I'M DOING THIS AGAIN!!!

I'm throwing a little Luigi's Mansion themed ball for everyone who selfships and self inserts! (You don't have to selfship in the Mario universe to participate)

ᴵᵗ'ˢ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ᵠᵘᶦᵗᵉ ᵃ ʷʰᶦˡᵉ ˢᶦⁿᶜᵉ ᴵ'ᵛᵉ ᵈᵒⁿᵉ ᵒⁿᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉˢᵉ ˢᵒʳᵗˢ ᵒᶠ ᵖᵒˢᵗˢ ˢᵒ ᵖˡᵉᵃˢᵉ ᶠᵒʳᵍᶦᵛᵉ ᵐᵉ ᶦᶠ ᶦᵗ'ˢ ᶜᵒⁿᶠᵘˢᶦⁿᵍ. ᴵ'ᵐ ᵃ ᵇᶦᵗ ʳᵘˢᵗʸ

Details about the event under the cut!

Now then, I'm sure you have a few questions. Hopefully I can answer them all here! Such as...

- What the heck are Banshee Blossoms?

Glad you asked, my fine friend! They're a fictional flower I made up based on these pretty little blooms on the roof of the mansion!

(Don't mind the fire. Luigi is totally fine.)

Here's my silly little doodled rendition for reference!

Banshee Blossoms are symbols of love, romantic and platonic, even familial! There's a tradition in the Boo Kingdom where you give one to someone you care about. They're said to bless whomever is gifted one with good luck and a happy relationship for the rest of their lives into their afterlife! Theyre pale white flowers that glow like moonlight with purple foliage.

They only bloom in the month of March, so now is the best time to come and view them!

- What's this event all about?

Another excellent question!

This event is tailor made for those of you who selfship or self insert as well as anyone who has Luigi's Mansion ocs! You're all welcome to attend! I'll be hosting it along with my darling husband King Boo 💕

It's just a small, relaxed event for everyone to have fun with whether you're an artist or not.

The general thing you can do is go around to your friends' ask boxes and leave them Banshee Blossoms should you feel so inclined. But we also have... Prompts!

- Prompts?

That's right! Prompts. You're a great listener!

The event runs from March 15th - March 17th, and throughout those days, you, dear listener, will have two prompts to choose from with which you may create things with! Think of them as themed projects? You can choose one or do both if you're feeling it!

The regular prompts will be:

15th - Arrival / Meeting

(Your arrival at the ball, or you meeting someone at the ball!)

16th - Grudges / Spinoffs

(Getting out any grudges before the party begins, or thinking of your self insert/ship/oc in the context of a Mario series spinoff like Mario Kart or Mario Golf ect.)

17th - Party / Comfort

(How you would be enjoying the party, or perhaps reviving comfort from somebody or something.)

Along with our regular prompts, we will also have musical ones for those of you who are music autistics with melodies in your heart like me.

Those will include:

15th - Treacherous Mansion /Paranormal Chaos

16th - Phantom Dancing / Luigi's Mansion DS

17th - Luigi's Mansion Credits / LM3 Music box

These work just like the regular creative prompts! You're just going off a song rather than an idea. You can do one, two, or all three of these options if you wish! No rules against that!

I'll be posting a daily post with all three daily prompts for that day around midnight (12 am CST) each day!

These prompts are for anything creative! Mood boards, writing, art, playlists, you name it! Even just posts saying what you and your fave are doing to participate are welcome!

- When is the event?

Just like I said above, the event will run the weekend of March 15th - March 17th.

- Where is it being held?

Well, it'll be hosted here on this blog! I'll be sure to look for posts and reblog them all here so everyone can see! Be sure to tag your posts for the ball with #Banshee Blossom Ball 2024 so I can see them! That's the tag I'll be looking for! Youre also free to tag me so I can see them too!

But...if you meant what location the event is being held... Its-

The Treacherous Mansion from Luigi's Mansion Dark Moon! It's a large mansion in Evershade Valley full of many interesting rooms that house treasures from a famous adventurer from days long past.

(Thanks for helping me show it off, Luigi! But get that AWFUL thing off your back-)

Phew! Hopefully that clears things up. I'll try to condense the info here for those of you who need a tl;dr

TL;DR

I'm hosting an event for self inserts and shippers as well as Luigi's Mansion oc havers! It's a ball themed after Banshee Blossoms, symbols of all types of love and new beginnings!

The creative prompts for the event including musical prompts (notated with a 🎵) are:

🌙 15th - Arrival / Meeting

🎵 Treacherous Mansion/Paranormal Chaos

🌙 16th - Grudges / Spinoffs

🎵 Phantom Dancing/Luigi's Mansion DS

🌙 17th - Party / Comfort

🎵 Luigi's Mansion credits/LM3 music box

The event runs from March 15th - 17th.

I'll make a post each day at 12am CST with a short blurb about the day's prompts to help inspire! (You're free to start on the prompts early though!)

Remember to tag your ball related posts with #Banshee Blossom Ball 2024 so I can see them!

I hope everyone has fun! Feel free to send me an ask over on this blog here if you have any questions or concerns!

This event is not for proshippers. Please kindly do not participate.

#self shipping community #self insert #Luigi's Mansion oc #Luigi's Mansion #Banshee Blossom Ball 2024

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scummy-writes · 6 months

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I am opening four slots for commissions! I am willing to write for both ikepri and ikevamp, but please view this post for a list of characters I am confident with and who I am not. (Even if they're in the 'will not write' catagory, please feel free to reach out and we can discuss it further.)

For examples of my work, here is my Ikevamp masterlist (content spanning from 2020-present), and my Ikepri masterlist (2022-present), separated by character.

Pricing:

$7 - 500 words

$14 - 1,000 words

$20 - 1,500 words

$25 - 2,000 words

Rules:

Must be okay with me posting the commission publicly so I can prevent theft of my work. (I can omit Oc names if that makes you more comfortable.)

If I go over word limits there is no extra charge. That’s an issue on my end, not yours, so please don’t worry if it’s a bit over what you paid for.

I have a right to reject commissions: If it’s something that makes me uncomfortable, even if its not on my general rules list, I may reject it.

I’m generally open with plots, but to be clear I will write Oc/suitor, or any non-incest ships between the characters. When it comes to Au’s, I do want to specify that medieval fantasy and au’s akin to that are not my strong suit.

I do tend to ask a lot of questions when it comes to discussing the commission. These will be things like personal headcanons you have with your suitor, and essentially letting you gush about them so I can tailor the fanfic more towards your views, along with any indepth details for what you are wanting.

I will be messaging you with progress to see if it is going in the direction you envisioned.

Payment will be needed up front through paypal. To secure a spot, I will need you to IM this blog with what you are wanting along with the word count you’re paying for. Please be specific when doing this. I'll also need the email you use for paypal so I can create an invoice.

This is First Come First Serve. Keep in mind that once I start your fic, it can take up to a few weeks for me to finish it, especially since I can’t work on writing at my workplace. If you are number four on the list, then you may have a bit of a wait!

Please feel free to reference any of my past writing if it helps you explain the type of tone/vibes you'd like in the fanfic.

I do not consent for my writing to be used in any A.I. programs, and by comming me you are agreeing that you will not be using my writing in said programs.

Disclaimer: There may be small errors or typos. As much as I check over my works, sometimes a typo can slip by.

FOR NSFW COMMISSIONS

By reserving any 18/+ commissions from this account you are agreeing that: You are 18 or older, not commissioning on behalf of a minor, and not purposely showing snippets of the n/s/f/w commission to any minors.

#ikemen vampire #ikevamp #ikemen prince #ikepri

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tenmadontyouknow · 3 months

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IT'S THE TENMASTER, BACK AT IT AGAIN !!

Hello, hello, and welcome to my horrible blog !!

The name's Tenma Romero, but just call me Tenma !! [or the TENMASTER !!!]

Just realized that y'might wanna see a picture, so here I am!

// card template by @peachiehambo

Here are some things to know about me:

I'm 15 years old. I'm also gay, trans, and asexual, and I use he/they pronouns.

I go to Blueberry Academy, if you couldn't already tell. I'm also part of the music club there, since I play piano and guitar !! I'm also part of the theatre club >:D

I'm mostly a normal-type specialist, but my main battle team has a few exceptions. I'm like a pseudo-Elite 4 member !!

I'm part Unovan, part Paldean, all disaster. I am INSUFFERABLE. [sometimes. okay well most of the time. teehee]

I'm very normal about normal types. You see what I did there? No? Whatever. My absolute favorite has to be Dunsparce !! It's AMAZING.

Oh, and before I forget: here's my battle team !!! Feel free to send asks my way !! >:DDD

I also have a Porygon named David !! He'll come and post some things on here. Be nice to him !! >:O

And I'm RAY!!!

The name? Rei Yoshida, but call me Ray! I use Tenma's blog sometimes!!

I use he/him, I'm a gay demiboy, and I'm also 15!

Like Tenma, I also go to BB Academy, and I'm in the league, music, and track clubs!!

I'm a flying-type specialist who loves GREEN!!!! Kinda like Tenma with the color blue and his normal types!

I'm Hoennian-Unovan!! I'm from Unova, but my Flygon was my dad's from Hoenn!!!

I post on @flygon-is-birds now !!!!! :)))

//ooc under cut

// Hey!!! It's Mod Hugh again, the guy behind @bbleague-crispin and @uva-academy-vio !!!! Tenma was an oc that came to me in a vision last night. he is everything to me. /hj

He's somewhat of a self-insert, but he's different enough to distinguish from me, so I'll have fun with this blog dsjuhfeuf

no anon hate just like the crispin blog, we're just here to have fun !! i WILL announce when it's acceptable, though.

don't spam like PLEASE. it is overwhelming.

pelipper mail on, magic anons and pelipper malice off, you know the drill by now.

basic dni + no nsfw interactions, as tenma and i are both minors. no proshippers either.

that's all, have fun !!! :DD

#tenma talks #pokemon irl #pkmn irl #rotomblr #pokeblogging #real pokemon #pokemon unreality #pokemon oc #blueberry academy

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rw-ancient-nerd · 1 year

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The Ancient Naming System!

For my first actual post, I'll be going into detail about the ancient naming system which there seems to be one! Feel free to use my research to make your own Ancient names for ocs and such.

This is all research I've done before for an oc of mine named Nine Gleaming Reeds Within Heaps of Dust. In my research, I've learned a pattern within the canon ancient names which helped me figure out the possible naming system they could have had.

Here's all the canon ancient names found in the steam achievements and in various pearls (pearl dialog screenshots taken from the rain world miraheze wiki)

Within all these names, we can spot a pattern of some kind. Their names arent just a mushed up pile of words that makes a weird sentence, they each have an amount of something followed by another amount of something. They have almost like a first and last name.

(amount)[thing],(amount)[thing]

The comma separates the first name from last name. If the comma isnt there, its then replaced by words like "upon" or "of".

the (amount) can be numbers from one to infinity or a word explaining the amount of [thing] such as "Endless" and "A". One name that doesnt seem to follow this is Droplets Upon Five Large Droplets. Maybe the (amount) can be completely skipped if the [thing] is plural? I'm not completely certain.

The [Thing] can also be anything, there doesnt seem to be any limit to what that [thing] can be whether it's something physical or not. (Though, physical things seem to be the most commonly used)

Sometimes the [thing] can be described after the (amount). Like "Five Large Droplets" and "Fifteen Spoked Wheel"

(amount)[described thing], (amount)[described thing]

Another ancient with a name unlike the others is Six Grains of Gravel, Mountains Abound as in their last name, the [thing] comes before the (amount). This could just be an exception for grammar though.

And that concludes my research of the Ancient Naming System. From all of this, I've also made a few other custom ancient names based off this system!

You may use them if you'd like, you don't even have to ask. I'll list them here;

-three glistening jewels, enough seeds

-seven rusty shackles, no stones

-twenty iron bolts, one less horn

-only remaining fern by two blades

If you have any questions or would want to point out any mistakes or information I might have missed, let me know!

#rain world #ancients #rw ancients #theories #research #ancient naming system

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centipedelightning · 6 months

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Hi! I saw your elephant!monster reader ask and decided to throw my hat in the ring with a mouse!monster reader with the same pairings, My oc is the monsterized version of the mouse in the wall. A silly goofy rodent with a habit of "borrowing" things and food from people and shops across the underground

this is so cute are you kidding me. ik you didn't request him but I couldn't resist the klepto4klepto idea in my head with Cash. Congrats on being my first "inspiration point" btw.

ALSO: if this didn’t satisfy you, feel free to resubmit your request fhsgdhdh. i can do something a bit more in line w what you were probably expecting.

| UT/UF/US(+SF Pap) x Klepto Mouse!Reader || Platonic/Non-specified || Fluff |

Sans

You'll probably first meet at Grillby's.

The usual patrons are there and in you come. Slinking.. Scheming...

The crystal glasses have been calling your name for a week now.

To your surprise, this is a day Grillby is out so a certain skeleton is behind the counter.

You sidle up to the bar and order some food, intent on getting Sans away from the glassware. Once he's gone you're in action.

With deft fingers, you are reaching over the counter and grabbing as many glasses as you think you can get away with.

Once your inventory is good and full, you settle back into your spot.

You don't realize you've been caught until an empty glass is put in front of you.

"you've been a little mousy you're whole life?"

"I like to think I'm pretty outgoing actually."

That gets a laugh out of the skeleton. "i'm afraid i'll need those glasses back."

You decide to hand him a pair of glasses you "borrowed" from a frog Monster you met in Waterfall.

This goes on all night. After a certain point, you decide to give up the ghost and hand the absurd number of glasses back over to Sans. He even promised to not rat you out to Grillby.

Papyrus

You were walking through Waterfall when you saw Papyrus walking along a lower level just under you.

He was carrying a comical stack of Tupperware containers full of something. It was simple curiosity! He wouldn't even miss it!

You succeeded at snatching a Tupperware and cracked it open. The acrid smell of pure evil is the only thing that graces your nostrils.

Deciding you have no desire to hold onto whatever science experiment the skeleton had made, you hopped down and chased after him.

You came up with a quick excuse that he dropped the item and you were just innocently returning it.

Papyrus' sockets shine as he drops the armload of "food". You get thanked so profusely you almost thought you did something honorable, not stole food.

You get questioned about your culinary inclinations while he picks all the containers back up. Many of them busted open when dropped, though the skeleton doesn't seem to care.

You didn't realize that you started following him while talking and after some time you arrived to his front door.

You tried to bid him farewell before you were all but begged to come in and cook with him. It is free entry into his house.

Who knows what goodies you might be able to snag.

Red

You've heard about the funny skeleton that sometimes performs at MTT resort and decided to check it out.

You were in the area, there was an interesting list of comics on the roster, and the audience looked like types to have a lot of interesting things on them. What reason did you have not to go?

Many of the performers were fine. A few of them were so dull you had no way to sneak about without being caught.

Red was the closer, and by then your pockets were starting to feel well and full.

You, of course, continued on your mission; stifling giggles and laughs as best you could.

Red's set was nearly over by the time you felt satisfied. Oddly enough, when you fully tuned back in you notice something strange. He was making a few too many rodent-themed jokes than one might expect.

It was only after the second or third time he glanced directly into your beady eyes that you realized he absolutely knew what you were doing.

You tried to slip out of the dining room unnoticed but a certain toothy grin at the front doors stopped you.

"got caught with your hand in the mouse trap there buddy"

You had very few options other than running or offering a bribe. you went with a bribe.

Red, surprisingly, accepts and even offers a little deal. You join up with him during his sets. He tells jokes so good no one will notice a certain mousey's fingers in their pockets. Split the loot after.

You didn't have many options to counteroffer, but even then you didn't particularly want to.

Edge

You were caught pocketing some cinnamon bunnies and got the guard called on you. Naturally, you were well practiced in avoiding the guard.

You tried to spend as little time as possible in Snowdin until everything cooled off some. What you didn't realize is that the up-and-coming royal guardsman was not one to give up so quickly.

Once you decided enough time had passed, you made your appearance back into the thrall of the small town. It was only after you picked up some whispers behind you that you realized you perhaps haven't been away as long as you should've been.

What ensued was chaos. Once you realized that yes, people definitely recognized you and had called for the guard, you were booking it out of there.

A few members of the dog pack put up a chase for a while, but none of them cared for petty theft. The only one who decided to pursue you into the forest for the better part of an hour was the new skeleton recruit, Edge.

The chase only ended after you both found yourselves stuck on a large frozen lake, unable to get your feet underneath you. After hitting an impasse, you try one last boon.

You offer to pay for everything you stole and then some. Edge didn't believe you were good for it, but you were no stranger to "borrowing" a good amount of G.

While slipping and sliding past each other, Edge pulled out a long itemized list of everything you have stolen. It took a good few minutes to read through your bill but you did manage to have enough money on you to pay the shopkeep back.

After that, you were watched like a hawk by Edge personally whenever he saw you out about town. It didn't take long to realize you could intentionally run him around if you stole something in his line of sight.

Blue

Blue was one of the only people who bothered to regularly set puzzles and traps that were more interesting than piles of snow.

That also meant you could get a bunch of neat junk if you went around to dig out the parts.

You became his shadow. He'd set up a puzzle, you'd slip in and take a few parts. It certainly didn't help that Blue was incredibly amusing to watch once he saw your handiwork.

He even tried to stake you out a few times, though it never worked.

There was only once that Blue caught you.

You were out somewhere else and he put his plan in action.

You came back to your usual spot to scope out how you were going to sneak past the puzzle part of the puzzle. You didn't even think that the course looked suspicious.

It was a switch-flipping style puzzle. Certain switches move different snow poffs and you had to pick the right combination to get through. Easy.

It was only as you solved the puzzle and the floor gave out under you that you realized you made a mistake.

You got pulled out of the snow that fell on top of you none other than Blue himself.

You weren't able to do much more than laugh and deny. Deny! DENY!

It didn't work of course, though Blue did ask to keep you around.

Something about making the puzzles so hard a human wouldn't even be able to pass them?

Stretch

Stretch was trying to do a simple run to the craft store to get some fabric. His brother wanted a new workout set and refused to just buy one.

You were also there. You were in the bead aisle hamfisting those suckers into your pockets. Stretch could only imagine would you have already stashed away in your inventory.

It was a slow day and he had time for a little prank.

Everywhere you went, the skeleton followed. Everything you put on your person, the skeleton subtly magicked right back out.

It took you a while to notice, but once you did the game changed. It became a combination of making sure you didn't catch him putting your ill-gotten gains back and not being caught himself.

This went on for a while.

You started to get smart. You tried to shake your mysterious pursuer by taking random turns and power-walking down each aisle as quick as you could.

After a time, you also realized your pockets never got heavier. You decided you absolutely had more time to waste and got to plotting.

You started picking up items you didn't even want. Scrap fabric and strange decor items were shoved places you thought you would know if they were tampered with.

It didn't work. The standoff, so to speak, lasted two hours and you didn't catch your shadower once.

You decided to give up. You grab a couple small items and go up to the store clerk to check out. It's the least you could do after being a terror in their store for the past few hours.

It's only after you are well on your way out the door do you feel something. Your bag got slightly heavier. You stop to dig around in it and notice a pack of pencils you didn't steal and definitely didn't buy.

As you look it over you notice it has a little note drawn on the package: "that was fun. quit trying to steal things. see you around."

• Inspiration Point •

Cash

Anyone with a working brain would know not to mess with the skeleton brothers. Most of all you would never want to gamble against the taller one.

You never took their advice. Cash was fine entertainment from afar, but at the table was where the real fun started.

You didn't do it often, but every once in a while you'd find your way to Grillby's Bar & Grill after hours. There was where you'd find the good loot.

With your pockets full and inventory fuller, you found a seat at the round table where the fire elemental was dealing the first round of poker.

You got your wares appraised earlier, so your starting chips were already piled high before you.

The real joy of the table was watching people lose. They almost always came with an air of unearned confidence that made the fall that much sweeter to watch.

They always lost and were always sore losers.

That night, there were only a few real players. Cash was there, like most nights. Dogaressa and Dogamy were there, though Dogamy was only good for moral support. A few of the bar's regulars were at the table as well. The rest of the seats were filled by desperate newbies.

As soon as the table was full, the game started. It continued as you expected. Most of the newbies were overconfident and lost all their G near immediately. Dogamy backed out. The regulars all slowly backed out after losing what little money they offered in the first place.

What was surprising was how long you made it. The only people left at the table were you, Cash, and Dogaressa. You weren't playing for money and you certainly weren't playing to win.

You just wanted some easy entertainment to watch some full adult Monsters throw a few tantrums. It's not like the money you brought to the table came from a personal fund.

It didn't take long before the sore losers all left, so your interest was waning.

It wasn't until you noticed Cash do a weird little hand motion that you recognized quite well. He was pocketing cards. If he's not above cheating why should you be?

In the end, Cash won the lot. You didn't expect to win, nor did you care to cheat enough so that you would've. If anything, that would've been suspicious.

You knew that Cash realized your play and that made the night all the more interesting. Once he knew you were cheating, it became a joint effort to do as much as possible without being fought by Grillby or Dogaressa and miraculously you both pulled it off.

Or, you both pulled it off long enough to get out the door snickering to each other, G in hand.

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omgkalyppso · 11 days

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15 Lines of Dialogue

15 Lines of Dialogue Rules: Share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using the dialogue without other details about the scene, but you're free to include those as well!

I was tagged by @ghostwise! Thank you! (✿◕‿◕)

You were worried about being long winded, but I'm going to do both Fae, and then Étoile below the cut. And you can all count yourselves lucky I'm not doing Borgakh too.

I'll tag @the-eldritch-it-gay, @razrogue, @lucius-the-sinful, @recurringwriter, @bosspigeon,

@eeldritchblast, @dustdeepsea and YOU.

Fae

"I trust that whatever Seteth discovers won't delay our scheming." - Expanded Epilogue, Chapter 2: Unbreak My Crest

"You'll be no use to her if you kill yourself to get there." - Expanded Epilogue, Chapter 3: Bound By More Than Blood

"My father always called me his child, never his daughter. I don't think it would suit me. Should the time come, I will be a spouse, and not a wife." - Expanded Epilogue, Chapter 3: A Prospective Invitation

"I … I'm so afraid that any time I close my eyes - to sleep, to blink - that I'll open them to another five years lost." - Gentle Moments, Chapter 1: Nightmare

"I know," they sighed, pouting. "I want to have this child with you. I want to be a parent. I want to be by your side as we birth and witness families in our new land. I just worry that I want too much." - Gentle Moments, Chapter 3: First Pregnancy

“They will both be so loved and provided for, so sharp and kind like their father, that they could never be so cruel.” Fae’s tone betrayed their smile, as they teased him, “Besides, they won't have a malicious bone in their bodies, I'm making sure of it.” - Gentle Moments, Chapter 6: Names

Fae groaned, asking Claude, “Can you go turn off the music? Or … put on something softer?” - Oops

“No. Hilda,” Fae whined. “You have to tell us when you feel like that, okay? That’s not what I want for us, or for you…” - Shucks, Chapter 2: Tempt Me

"I heard from Hilda what a mess you've gotten yourself into." Lorenz opened his mouth, clearly on the verge of a self-defense and explanation, but Fae pressed on, "I think it's honorable, if a bit misguided." - I Wanna Be Yours, Chapter 4: I'm Not Lost

Fae shook their head, picking out blooms. "Roses are smart," they insisted. "Classy." Lorenz frowned. "Classic," Fae amended. - I Wanna Be Yours, Chapter 4: I'm Not Lost

“I can go embarrass myself some more?” Fae suggested. “I’ll talk about flowers until they question inviting me into their house.” - I Wanna Be Yours, Chapter 26: First Impressions Go Both Ways

“Hump me while you kiss him,” Fae requested, taunting and seductive as they left a kiss on Lorenz’s temple. - I Wanna Be Yours, Chapter 34: What We Do With Tenderness

“You don't have to say anything,” Fae interrupted. “Just look at me. You're doing so well. Hard part’s over.” - The Crest Of The Waves, Chapter 3: 20,000 Leagues Or Less

“He’s already blushing so badly, be nice to him Claude,” they chided. - Oops

“Look at them again before you lie to me,” Fae insisted. - Gentle Moments, Chapter 10: Together At Last

Étoile

“That won’t happen,” Étoile insisted. “Not while we travel together.” - As Many Problems As There Are Stars

“Well now’s the fun part,” Étoile assured him, tossing their remaining clothing on their pile of things as they fell to their knees upon the bedroll, swiping back their hair. “Come here.” - Late Night Celebration Rituals

“Then I will not be plagued by discomfort for my last few hours,” Étoile answered, shaking their head as they sought to dress Astarion in the condom, relieving the item to his care when Astarion brought his hands to the task. - Late Night Celebration Rituals

“And there’s no reason to speculate about leaving people behind,” Étoile said with a groan in their tone, scolding each Wyll and Astarion. “I won’t leave you to die like this.” - Depth Below The Surface

Étoile moved as if to speak, and at first no sound came, just the strain of torn muscles and a wheeze of air, but they tried again very quickly and managed the softest sound. “Hi.” - Running With The Minotaurs

“I’ve been away from the Earthfast Mountains nearly fifty years entirely. The sky that far north is … different? Deadly, and alive, whether with storms or with magic. There are auroras and living tableaus of the heavens. It’s hard for other skies to compare.” - Stargazing

“I’d love to believe in luck. But I don’t think the feats you’ve listed could be counted as such. And — well, my deity of choice isn’t known for that manner of divine intervention. We will have to keep pushing forward to get through this. And I will do all I can.” - Stargazing

Flushed, Étoile confided, “I am greedy though. Glad to have company in this. Glad to have your company, in this.” Astarion blinked, a benign smile across his surprised face. “Not everyone would be so plain in their objections, nor their praise. I’ve appreciated your perspective. You’ve a very logical mind.” - Stargazing

“Sorry,” Étoile offered. They rolled their eyes to the sky, a silent plea to the fallen and a verbal prayer to their goddess for pity, “Oh, sweet Auril.” - Bad At Biting, Chapter 1: Sip you through my front teeth

“It’s alright,” they soothed, senselessly. “I know that there are great complexities when it comes to … the creatures of the night. I know evil is often a matter of perspective. I know that some who die for flesh or blood … aren’t always the victims that clerics make them out to be. Not always.” - Bad At Biting, Chapter 1: Sip you through my front teeth

“Have we not been about choosing lesser evils?” - Bad At Biting, Chapter 1: Sip you through my front teeth

“I had … months of study dedicated to Menzoberranzan history. All certainly outdated now, especially since I heard they had another war this past decade.” - Bad At Biting, Chapter 2: Curse that comes with a kiss

"So there are limits to the distribution of magic," Étoile concluded. "Even innate." - Tu/mblr Post in need of a title and to be posted on a/o3

"I would ask you to dinner, should we survive. I would know you, for any measure that you would trust me. I would celebrate you, even as a friend. But in this moment I would kiss you," Étoile said, feeling their heart beat in the back of their throat, "if it would please you." - Tu/mblr Post in need of a title and to be posted on a/o3

"Are you sure you want to do this? I am content as we have been and I would not assume." Their expression earnest as they continued, "I do not expect that I am owed anything more than you've given to me thus far." - Worship by razrogue

#long post #faedolyn #oc tag: étoile #this filled me with so much love for my oc's you have no idea

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Operation Kingslayer: 1/?

Author's note: This fic is a crossover between Call of duty MW2 and Ghost Recon Wildlands. Don't worry, you don't need to have played the video game (I'll leave the trailer here if you want to know more about this game)

Summary: Alejandro alerts Laswell to the presence of a very dangerous cartel in Bolivia. Price and his team are too busy looking for Shepherd and Makarov. Laswell will have to send another type of team

Characters (OCs): Hannah "Sparrow" Clayton (@revnah1406 ), Alyssa M. (@alypink), Charlotte "Jade" le jardin (@sleepyconfusedpotato ), Captain Arjun (@welldonekhushi)

(maybe I'll add more OCs as the story progresses!)

I came up with this idea of making a fic with several OCs of my dear mutuals and people I've been following for a long time. If there's a problem with me using an OC you don't want or something like that, feel free to let me know! I'll fix it immediately!

Next chapter ->

Chapter 1/?

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Laswell sighed for the hundredth time as she massaged both temples. She rested her lips on her fists, taking in the number of classified documents that were scattered across her office desk. She needed a break, she had been sitting in that chair for hours. She glanced at the clock on the wall, another thirty minutes and she could go home.

Kate was deep in thought when suddenly her phone started ringing. Picking it up, she frowned as she recognized the name that appeared on the screen. She got up from her chair and picked up the call.

"Yeah?" The woman announced as she headed for the window.

"Kate." The man greeted her from the other end of the phone line.

"It's been a long time since we spoke, Colonel." She said observing the views that Washington DC gave. "And I perceive that this call is not to update us. Right Alejandro?"

Alejandro chuckled. "I wish it was like that…"

"What is it about?" The CIA agent asked in a tired tone. She just wanted to go home to her wife.

"Valeria is free."

"It was to be expected… but from your voice I judge that this is not the problem."

Laswell listened as Alejandro sighed heavily.

"Is it about Las Almas?" The woman asked, supporting her weight on one leg.

"Not exactly… It's a cartel but not here in Mexico." Alejandro made a pause that put Laswell in the worst of situations, "Karen Bowman called me"

Kate sighed and paced around her office, recognizing the name of the CIA agent. She hadn't seen her in a long time, but she knew what Alejandro meant by that name.

"The Santa Blanca cartel…" Laswell mentioned.

"Mhm…" The Vaquero made a sound of affirmation "The last Task Force they sent has been MIA for weeks… They're dead, that's for sure. Bowman needs a new Task Force to overthrow Santa Blanca in Bolivia, Kate…"

Laswell smiled wryly and shook her head as if Alejandro could see her. "Not Possible. Price and the boys are too busy with Makarov and General Shepherd…"

"We have to do something Kate! Santa Blanca is one of the biggest cartels in history. Worse than the Medellin or Cali cartel. You know that very well." Alejandro insisted "They already control almost all of Bolivia. The army has been bought by the Cartel, the government has surrendered. The entire country is ruled by a narco."

Laswell exhaled through her nose and looked out the window again. She spent a few long seconds thinking about what to do, she couldn't divert Price and the others. Makarov was too important a target to leave unattended. Overthrowing a cartel of that magnitude could take months, evenfurther.

"I can get you a small squad of the 141st. Three, maybe four members tops."

"Great, I'll talk to her," Alejandro replied.

"No, I will. We are old friends, I will negotiate the terms myself"

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Sparrow leaned forward, resting both forearms on the bike. She was waiting for the traffic light to change color so she could continue. The wait was endless, she began to fear that she would not arrive on time.

She dedicated herself to watching the pedestrians who crossed the street in front of her, some were returning home after work and others seemed to have decided to party. It was Friday night, people were celebrating the start of the weekend. The wet asphalt of the streets reflected the lights of the city of Washington DC. It had been raining heavily all day, but it seemed that when the sun had dipped below the horizon it took the clouds with it. The smell of rain seeped into the helmet, filling Sparrow with a faint feeling of comfort.

"Nice motorbike!" Someone's voice brought her out of her thoughts.

Sparrow turned her head towards the next lane, there was a huge truck, black and with tinted windows. The driver had the window rolled down and nonchalantly rested his arm on the truck door while his other hand stayed on the wheel. The man had a flirtatious smile as he looked Sparrow up and down.

"Where are you going doll?"

Hannah sighed in exhaustion and shook her head slightly. She straightened her back and raised the dark visor of her helmet.

"To mind my own business." The traffic light finally turned green. She noticed and lowered her visor, hiding her eyes again. "You should do the same, friend…"

She started the motorcycle and accelerated leaving the man with the word in his mouth.

Sparrow drove through the streets until she parked in front of a fairly large hotel. She removed her helmet and shook her head, running her fingers through her hair trying to straighten those unruly strands. She craned her neck and began to search the crowd for a familiar face. Many people were walking down the street, leaving or entering the hotel, making it difficult to find. Until she finally saw her. Waiting just outside the door of the building, she too seemed to be searching for someone so Sparrow wasted no time. She took the keys from the ignition lock and got off the bike. Sparrow walked towards her with a hurried step with excitement. God, it had been so long since she'd seen her!

"Aly!" Sparrow called to her when she was already at a closer distance.

The woman turned to where she had heard the name, it took a few seconds but she finally recognized Sparrow among the people. Her face lit up and she went down the stairs of the hotel excited.

"Oh querida!" Aly stretched out her arms and hugged Sparrow in greeting "long time no see!"

Sparrow chuckled and patted Aly on the back "yeah…ever since the whole Hassan and Las Almas thing…it's been a while" Hannah replied as they parted from the embrace.

"Thanks for coming to pick me up, Hannah."

The named one shrugged her shoulders and smiled "It's not a problem for me, it will always be a pleasure to be your driver"

They both began to walk towards the motorcycle, avoiding the people they came across.

"Have you talked to Price?" Sparrow asked, looking at her partner.

Aly shook her head.

"I haven't been able to contact him for weeks... My work with Los Vaqueros hasn't diminished either, the cartel's activity in Las Almas has practically disappeared but they are still active internationally..."

Sparrow nodded understandingly. Arresting Valeria didn’t solve the problem, things had improved remarkably but there were still loose ends.

"Did Laswell give you any more information about why she needs us?"

Aly shook her head again.

"She only gave me the time and place. She gave me instructions to contact you. Nothing more…" Alyssa sighed a little worried "I don't know what it is, if I'm honest… She just said that she would explain everything when everyone was all together."

"Everyone? Is there anyone else besides us?" Sparrow looked at her confused.

Aly shrugged "I don't know…"

"The 141 is too busy right now… It would have been Price who would have called me if the Task Force was involved…"

"Shouldn't you be with them? Hunting down General Sheppard?" Aly asked.

They reached the bike, Hannah mounted first and slung the backpack off one shoulder.

"Yeah…well…I was blown up in Uzbekistan by a grenade, I had a couple of broken ribs. They sent me home for a couple of months'' Sparrow tilted her head and smiled wryly "You know I always have the best luck in the world"

She took a second helmet out of the pack and handed it to Aly. "Safety first, ma'am"

Aly accepted the helmet and placed it on her head. She got on the bike just behind Sparrow. Hannah put on her helmet and started the bike.

"Hold on tight, I don't want to have to pick you up in the middle of the road" Sparrow joked accelerating "If that happened I think Price would deprive me of my right to live"

Aly chuckled and rolled her eyes.

"Where do I have to go?" Sparrow commented, returning to the road.

Hannah drove through the streets of Washington DC following Aly's directions, pointing out where she needed to turn. They were circling the city for a good thirty minutes, Sparrow complaining about how much she hated big cities and all the meaningless traffic lights while Aly patted her shoulders assuring her that nothing was wrong and that she should have a little more patience.

"It's here," Alyssa commented.

Sparrow parked in front of a bar that appeared to be closed. She turned off the engine and helped Aly off the bike. Then she took off her helmet and placed it on top of the gas tank. Aly offered her helmet and put it back in her pack. She slung her backpack over her shoulder and got off the bike as well, grabbing her helmet in the process.

"Are you sure it's here?" Sparrow asked, not very convinced looking at the metal shutter that blocked the main entrance.

Aly nodded and started walking.

"If we can't get in through the front entrance, we'll try the back door," Aly said.

Sparrow who was following her raised an eyebrow somewhat confused.

"Couldn't this be considered trespassing?"

Aly smiled and looked at Hannah with sparkling eyes.

"Where's your Adventure Spirit?!" Aly laughed.

"I left it at home along with my other reasons for not ending up in jail" She replied to which Aly rolled her eyes again.

They entered an alley that was attached to the street, narrow and dark.

"If someone mugs us and we end up stabbed, I'll blame it on you" Sparrow said, looking down the alley suspiciously.

"I thought you were capable of knocking out whoever you wanted, Hannah"

"Well yes, but I remind you that I am recovering from two bone fractures, if they hit me in the ribs I am sentenced"

"You're tougher than that…"

Aly found the back door of the bar.

"It's this way" she mentioned.

She tried to open the metal door and the doorknob gave way.

"It's open" She mentioned.

Sparrow looked at her suspiciously, she didn't like that situation very much.

"I'll go in first. You stay behind me." ordered the sergeant.

Sparrow opened the door slowly and motioned for Aly to keep quiet. They found a hallway that led to the bathrooms and then into the bar. They heard voices and movements. They both looked puzzled. Supposedly only Laswell would have to be waiting for them.

They walked down the hall until they reached the bar. Both were greatly surprised with who they found there.

"Jade?" Aly took a step forward as she recognized her friend.

The named one turned when she heard her name, a smile settled on her face when she recognized her.

"Aly!" They both hugged each other between greetings and laughs "my god… it's been forever since I last saw you!" She said excitedly.

"Too long" They both separated.

Jade became aware of Sparrow's presence.

"Glad to see you in one piece, Hannah. You made me so worried." Jade greeted giving Hannah a quick hug as well.

"Yeah…well it takes more than a grenade to finish me off." She smiled, returning the hug.

"You've already proven it several times" Jade chuckled.

"You're late." A male voice caught everyone's attention.

A smile settled on Sparrow's face when she saw who the voice was.

"Come on Captain… I can't ignore the red lights." Sparrow answered, approaching the man.

Arjun frowned as he watched his sergeant approach.

"You should be resting, soldier"

Sparrow rolled her eyes, setting her helmet on a table and shoving her hands inside the pockets of her cargo pants.

"I'm fine Cap… it doesn't hurt anymore"

The captain crossed his arms over his chest, not very convinced.

"Whatever…it's good to see you around here!" Sparrow poked Arjun's shoulder in a friendly way but he didn't take it with much amusement.

"How are Aditya and Yuvraj, sir? I haven’t seen them in a long time…"

Arjun took one look at Aly and nodded in greeting. Alyssa smiled and nodded back, then returned his gaze to Hannah.

"They are fine, following the training and above all my orders. Which I recommend to you too, sergeant."

Sparrow smiled, remembering Arjun's call from his headquarters in India strictly ordering her to stay out of trouble while she recovered from two broken ribs at the hospital.

"Do you know why Laswell has summoned us here?" Jade asked.

Aly shook her head.

The door was heard opening and then closing again. Kate appeared at the bar, her expression serious.

"Are we all here? Great, we can get started" Laswell sat down in one of the many chairs, they could tell she was stressed. The rest sat around her.

"What is it about this time Laswell?" Arjun asked.

Kate looked everyone in the eye and pulled a photo out of her jacket pocket. She laid it face down on the table and laced their fingers together. It had "El Sueño" written on the back of the photo in black marker.

Jade grabbed the photo first, stared at it for a few seconds. The photograph showed a very corpulent bald man, with a full head of tattoos and a huge Cross tattooed on his face. Frowning Jade passed it to Sparrow, she did the same but shook her head, not recognizing the man so she handed it to Arjun. The captain looked at it for a while but didn't make an expression, and ended up handing it over to Aly.

Alyssa stared at it for a few seconds, looked at her companions, ten back at Laswell. Kate nodded, knowing what was going on inside the woman's head.

"It's suicide," Aly said without any amusement.

Jade and Sparrow shared a look. Arjun crossed his arms.

Kate put both hands on the table.

"I know that what I am asking you is a complicated task… But it is the perfect opportunity. With the Cartel of Las Almas out of the game we can…"

"You know perfectly well that the Las Almas Cartel is child's play compared to the Santa Blanca Cartel, Kate…" Aly interrupted. The tone she used indicated that she wasn't kidding.

"Wait a second…" Jade spoke trying to clarify what was happening "Can you tell us what it’s about? Why did you call us Laswell?"

"The Santa Blanca cartel. It’s one of the largest drug cartels in the world… officially they traffic cocaine but they also deal in military weapons, people, explosives… It’s originally a Mexican cartel but moved to Bolivia when its empire was too big"

"Because of the cocaine?" Arjun asked

Kate nodded.

"The man in the photograph is the owner and leader of the Cartel. His real identity is not known. But he calls himself "El Sueño '' a religious man who wants to establish a vision of freedom for society by breaking the rules and murder. All lies... They control the whole of Bolivia, they have the government by the balls and they have deals with the Bolivian military forces" Laswell explained.

"So…you want to send us after this prick?" Sparrow asked.

"And what about Makarov?" Jade asked "that matter also needs to be resolved, we can't put it aside."

"Price, Ghost and the rest will take care of Makarov. You will take care of Santa Blanca." Kate replied.

"Just the four of us?" Arjun intervened.

"The fewer you are, the better. It will be more difficult for the cartel to detect you. You will have to be like ghosts and attack from within"

Aly got up, she didn't seem to agree.

"Just the four of us won't be able to touch a single hair of Santa Blanca" Aly rested both hands on her hips. "Kate, are you aware of what you are asking us?"

"I am aware that it is a difficult task. But you are the only ones with enough skills and knowledge to carry out this mission."

"Are we authorized to act in Bolivia?" Arjun asked.

Laswell shook slightly.

"Black op..." Jade added. "This is illegal, Laswell…"

"Every mission we go is illegal" Sparrow tossed the photograph on the table.

Jade nodded in agreement.

"In Bolivia." Arjun said "will we have local support?"

"There is a rebel group of guerrillas who have been fighting against the cartel for years. Their boss is called Pac Katari, if you earn their respect and support we will have a great advantage."

"And you?" Jade asked.

"I have to take care of Makarov and General Shepherd. Price and the rest still need me in Uzbekistan. In Bolivia you will be received by an old friend and CIA agent, Karen Bowman. She will keep you informed and assist you in any way she can. "

There were a few seconds of silence. Where everyone looked at each other. Aly sighed and looked at the ceiling.

"When do we go?" Alyssa asked.

"As soon as possible. I'll give you more information on the way." Kate replied as she got up.

"Welcome to Operation Kingslayer"

CONTINUE?

(Thanks for reading! This chapter is somewhat experimental, so let me know if you liked it and want a sequel)

HERE YOU CAN FIND THE ILLUSTRATION FOR THE FIRST CHAPTER!!

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