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lisa-is-writing · 2 years

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so, I decided to go back to translation of my old fics, and revisit my Shadowhunters era. so here's malec one-shot where alec is jealous as fuck and magnus is magnus in any circumstances.

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No, Alec is not jealous. He is not the jealous type of guys who control their partner in every aspect of their lives, not even allowing them to look at other people. He just wants to stab this nasty stranger who dare to look at his warlock in the eye. His warlock. His.

And Magnus, of course, pretends to be blind, smiles sweetly at the newcomer, shakes hands and acts as if he’s already mentally not screwed in every possible sex pose.

“Hello, Kirian.”

Alec tries to be polite as he talks about how the Institute works, shows him to his room, and gives him a training schedule. But deep inside, he comes up with hundreds of thousands of ways to torture this insolent.

“And that guy from the hall, who is he?”

Alec is almost choking with anger, but he manages to answer calmly.

“Magnus Bane, the High Warlock of Brooklyn.”

Kirian's eyes are lighted with delight and awe, and Alec really, really wants to add, “He's my boyfriend, fucker”. However, they’re not in the crappy school movie that mundanes love so much, so he folds his hands behind his back and retires to his room, where he screams loudly and drawlingly into the pillow.

***

“Alexander.”

He feels hands on his back, pulling up his T-shirt and making their way to his bare skin. The cool metal of the rings makes him shudder, and light kisses on the lower back awaken in him not-at-all-childish desires.

Something lands on his ass, the back of his neck gets several bites. Alec groans as Magnus strokes his sides and moves his hips slightly.

“You’re so hot when you're jealous,” Magnus purrs and bites his earlobe.

“I'm not jealous.”

“Well, of course.”

It’s obvious that Magnus doesn’t believe a single word, and continues to do his job. Alec rubs his crotch against the sheets, demanding a release, and the warlock immediately gets off him, smiling maliciously.

“That’s not fair,” Alec mutters, and blushes as he rolls onto his back. The black jeans are too tight, and it almost hurts. “You're supposed to be tortured like this.”

“For what?”

“For ogling over him.”

“I didn't ogle over anyone.”

“Yeah, sure. I'm not blind.”

Magnus runs his hand from his chest, down his waist and belly until he grabs Alec's groin and squeezes tightly, to which he groans loudly.

“I don’t need anyone but you.”

“Tell that to that Kilain guy.”

“Kirian.”

Alec gives Magnus a withering look, but he just smiles and kisses him.

“I promise I won't fall for his charms.”

“Are you saying he's prettier than I am?”

Magnus doesn't answer. He smirks, defiantly dismounts from Alec, and silently walks away, leaving him alone with his problem. The shadowhunter unzips his pants with a long sigh, thinking that the damn warlock teases more than he gets the job done. The devil in the flesh.

***

Magnus promised, Magnus… hadn’t done. Again, Alec doesn’t like too much control in a relationship, but now he is ready to chain Magnus to the bed and not let him go anywhere. Bloody seducer.

He and Kirian are in the armoury, and the shadowhunter is delighted with all kinds of weapons. He says that in their Institute, in some shithole of the world, there was no such diversity. Magnus graciously leans his shoulder against the wall and smiles, cheerful and playful.

“Believe me, there are lots of interesting things here.”

Kirian approaches him with careful steps and steals a glance from under his lashes. Magnus doesn't look pleased, but he doesn't repulse either. And when the young hunter comes close and leans in for a kiss, Alec's mind goes flying.

“Darling, there you are.”

He tries to control his voice, which sounds more like a growl of a wild animal, as he walks up to Magnus and wraps his arms around his waist. Kirian looks embarrassed, but not enough for Alec.

“You were looking for me?”

“I need your help with the portal.”

“Of course, Alexander.”

Magnus pulls him by the neck and kisses him quickly but gently. Alec sees the mockery dancing in his eyes, and realizes that he understood everything and decided to play along.

Magnus walks out of the armoury, swaying his hips gently, and Alec promises himself to kill him. One day.

***

Alec is tired. All he needs is a warm bubble bath, a delicious dinner and Magnus in a soft bed. And so he goes home to his boyfriend. But he doesn't expect to see the brat Kirian there.

He holds a cocktail glass in his hand and sits relaxed on the couch while Magnus busies himself elsewhere. Most likely, in the kitchen – sharp curses in another language are heard from there.

Kirian doesn't even look at him, his eyes fixed on the kitchen doorway, where Magnus’ neat figure in colourful clothes flickers from time to time. Alec clears his throat and strides across the room, falling onto the couch across from him. Kirian flinches, showing his fear only for a moment, but then relaxes again.

“Oh, it's just you.”

“Of course,” he snarls venomously, but the other man doesn’t care. Kirian calmly sips his cocktail and hums a song under his breath.

“Alexander.”

Alec feels a kiss on the back of his head before the sound of Magnus's voice reaches him. He turns his head and smiles, meeting an even brighter smile in return.

“Hey, Mags. I wanted to spend the night with you, if you don’t mind?”

“Of course not, sweetheart.”

Alec tries not to look too smug when Magnus gently tells Kirian to leave.

“Sorry, Kirian. You’ll try my signature dish next time.”

Kirian leans down and kisses Magnus on the cheek, to which he gives a polite smile. Alec is on fire from the inside and wants to slam the man's face into the wall.

“See you tomorrow.”

Magnus slams the door as soon as Kirian is out of the apartment, and after a moment he sits next to Alec and puts his hand on his hip.

“I didn’t know you had a signature dish,” the hunter says enviously, and Magnus squints slyly.

“Yes, the restaurant down the street serves excellent pork. We must try it.”

“Then why did you invite this upstart here and not to the restaurant?”

“He jumped into the portal after me.”

Magnus shrugs like it's nothing, but Alec's inside is already boiling hot.

“You mean he didn't even ask permission?”

“He asked,” the magician tries to justify himself and plays with the loops on Alec's jeans. “I just didn’t say an ironclad no. I hinted that I wouldn't be happy about it, but he's so stubborn.”

“I'll kill him,” Alec hisses.

“You’re lying,” Magnus replies, and starts covering the hunter’s neck with kisses.

***

After that incident, Alec became more wary of Kirian. Sometimes he even stalks him a little, but Magnus' behaviour doesn’t speak of cheating. The magician is calm, like the sea in airless weather, never once give reason to doubt his loyalty, and is always in sight.

Kirian, on the other hand, goes out of his way to get at least a tiny fraction of his attention. As soon as Magnus is near, Kirian almost jump out of his pants and rush to him at full speed, sometimes even ignoring the orders of his superiors. Alec doesn't like it, but Magnus treats the young hunter more coolly, but still politely, and that ease his anger at least a bit.

It’s another normal day. Alec is returning from Magnus' loft, where they had lunch together. He walks down the corridor to his room, but near the door to Kirian's room, he hears muttering. The hunter draws a rune on the door, which opens a window invisible to Kirian, and pricks up his ears.

“That Alec doesn't deserve Magnus,” he hears. “He’s so… Rude, uncouth, incapable of tenderness. I could give it all to him. I hope Magnus opens his eyes very soon.”

Alec tries to remain calm, though anger and jealousy are getting the better of him with every second he spends outside the door listening to the monologue. But he can’t be angry because he knows that the man is confused and just trying to win over the person he likes.

Alec deactivates the rune and goes to his room, not even bothering to dwell on what happened. His head is occupied with completely different things.

***

Alec doesn't remember what happened. Everything is like a fog. Here he sees Kirian kissing Magnus, and here he’s already sitting in the office of the head of the Institute, next to this very asshole, whose nose he managed to break.

Aldetree hums something in annoyance over their heads, but Alec doesn't listen. He would punch that bastard again, and would do so if Kirian got closer than a few meters to his warlock.

He leaves the office already more satisfied, and Magnus meets him in the corridor with a cuff and a kiss. Kirian flinches at this and mumbles something about packing.

“Are you leaving somewhere?” Magnus is truly worried.

“Yes, I am being transferred to another Institute.”

“Such a pity.”

“Yeah.”

Kirian retreats as Magnus turns to Alec with a sly grin. He is silent, but the question is read in his eyes.

“It’s good to be on good terms with the authorities,” Alec shrugs and heads to his room. He feels Magnus’ eyes on his ass and smirks to himself. This is how it should be. No random Shadowhunters around his Magnus.

“Alexander.” Alec turns around. “Date, tonight, at my place.”

Magnus winks and disappears into the portal, leaving a satisfied Alec in the hall. He feels that something special is waiting for him tonight. No wonder he, in the end, burned with jealousy all these days. He needs praise for this wonderful performance that he played for one single person.

#malec #shadowhunters #malec fanfic #my fanfiction #magnus bane #alec lightwood #alec x magnus #jealousy #writing #lisa is writing #translation

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fallenidol-453 · 5 years

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31 Days of Unedited Writing: Days thirteen-21

Mix of original fiction (3 separate universes) and fanfiction (Pokemon, Fire Emblem: Awakening). The FE:A excerpts all feature the same OC.

Fun fact: most of these samples are from 2014.

Day thirteen, Fanfiction (Pokemon, my series of Nuzlockes. I think this excerpt took place during my first Black 2 playthrough, though I tweaked the plot a bit.)

Brendan felt claustrophobic inside this cramped control room. He was sweating in his borrowed Plasma uniform as he scanned the cameras that lined the interior and exterior of the frigate they were stationed in. Celio wasn’t doing much better. His hands shook as he tapped a few buttons under the watchful, irritated gaze of Brendan’s Mandibuzz.

A low whine emanated from Celio’s right, and he absently stroked a worried Porygon-Z’s head.

“Don’t worry buddy,” he muttered. “I’ll make sure Morticia doesn’t eat you. Right, Brendan?”

Brendan snorted. “She doesn’t want to be in here, but she doesn’t want to be in her pokéball either. Can’t do anything about it. Sorry.”

Day 14, Fanfiction (Fire Emblem: Awakening)

“Inigo isn’t bothering me,” Sorcha admitted. She was grateful for the topic change. “He just wanted to make me smile, but his obvious attempts at flirting didn’t work on me. I value him more as a friend and comrade.”

“Did you accept his apology for the strawberries though?” Cordelia inquired. “He wouldn’t stop crying for hours after you had that ghastly reaction to them.”

All four women cringed, Sorcha the most.

“I did, don’t worry,” Sorcha replied. She let out a small laugh. “I didn’t know I was that badly allergic to them at the time, and he didn’t know either. It’s all water under the bridge now… although I will admit, they were the best crop I had ever seen.”

Day 15, Original Fiction (Code Name: Grisaverse)

Lukasz had been gone for a solid month and Rowena was ready to drown Davaros in his latest potion batch if he didn’t stop bleating about it.

“You told me he’d been gone for two months once without incident!” she shouted one night. “A month isn’t even that bad in comparison!”

“He hasn’t sent anything— anything! —in two weeks! No scrap of paper, no spell-bird. Something happened to him in Grisandel, and I’m leaving tomorrow at first light to go see what’s going on.”

He got up from his saggy armchair and Rowena jumped out of her loveseat to physically block him from the stairs.

“I’m not going outside!” Davaros exclaimed. “I said I’m leaving at first light!”

“He’s probably delayed by the weather!” Rowena exclaimed back. “Remember the spell-bird a few days after he left? He said a weather-witch predicted—”

A popping noise interrupted her. At her feet was a fat roll of parchment tied with black ribbon. She let Davaros pick it up and read its contents. Instead of joy, he looked like he was attempting to solve a particularly difficult logic puzzle.

“It says it’s from Luc but this… this isn’t his handwriting.” he finally said a few minutes later.

Rowena snatched the message from his hands and read it herself. She knew Lukasz couldn’t write or spell very well, but under Davaros’s nightly tutoring he was slowly improving. The notes Luc sent while traveling was very short, written in halting sentences and misspelled town names. The message that had just arrived was… not that. Whoever wrote it had clearly been taught to read and write from a very young age and used words that Lukasz likely hadn’t encountered in his lessons yet.

Day 16, Fanfiction (Pokemon, same series as the first excerpt but set during the Sevii Islands post-game quest)

“I watched your battles against the Elite Four when they were airing on TV,” Celio quipped in an attempt to start up another conversation about five minutes later. “You were really great out there.”

“…Thanks,” she replied a few minutes later in a subdued voice. “I can’t assume my Champion position though, not yet.”

“Why not?”

“I have to have six pokémon. I lost Elen during the battle with Agatha… and I’ve come here to get a new party member,” she replied. She rested her chin on the back of Dylan’s head, a forlorn expression on her face. “Can we not talk about this?”

“Sorry for bringing it up,” Celio said sincerely. Leaf’s mouth curved into a strange half smile, half frown, and said nothing in return for the rest of the way.

Day 17, Fanfiction (Fire Emblem: Awakening. Set during the first Future Past DLC)

He didn’t get a chance to finish as Sorcha yanked him toward her, just as the sickly green sheen of the Mire spell bubbled and disappeared where he’d been standing before.

“I have to talk to him,” Sorcha whispered against his chest. “If our Morgan and this Morgan are the same, he might recognize me.”

“And if he doesn’t recognize you? What if he cuts you down just like he’s trying to do to the girls in the cells?”

Sorcha looked up at him a few moments later, and she bitterly cursed the look of utter calm on his face in her head. He was right, there was a valid chance that this Morgan wouldn’t recognize her. Her emotions were clouding her judgment and already frayed nerves. She made herself take a deep breath, but she couldn’t help but jump when someone—the Cynthia in her cell, probably—screamed and someone else shouted warnings about yet another wave of Risen.

“I’m going to talk to him anyway,” she said firmly. She glanced at him with a new look of resolve. “I know you don’t want me to, but someone has to end this and I’m not going to let anyone decide for me.”

Day 18, Fanfiction (Fire Emblem: Awakening)

She saw him look out upon the field of battle, and for a moment she dared to lock eyes with him—

—and then her knees buckled, unable to suppress a groan as her head suddenly began throbbing with intense pain. Her vision wavered as she fell to the ground with a cry and held her head, gasping and choking on the smoke and heat.

The longest few seconds of her life passed, and she felt the headache subside slightly. There was a familiar relief as she felt magic restore her strength, but it wasn't enough to take all of the pain away. She felt sick to her stomach now.

"Sorcha."

She looked sideways. Lissa was gone and Libra was by her side. His priest robes were spattered with blood and smoke residue, his axe hanging from his belt. His long blonde hair stuck to his sweaty face.

"I'm fine—I can still fight—"

"You're not in condition to fight," Libra interrupted sternly. "You need to see a healer at once. There's only so much I can do out here."

Day 19, Original Fiction, code name Zombies and Mutants (one of the OLDEST excerpts I have for my ocs Stefan and Ash)

Ash pounded down the staircase, breathing heavily as he scrambled to stop and grip the handrail. His eyes burned from the exposure to light, of taking in every small detail the world had to offer, plus the bright sunlight, and magnifying it by a hundredfold. Forcing himself to sit down on a random stair, he pushed his sunglasses up as he covered his eyes.

The temporary darkness helped ease the burning, if only by a little bit. A tiny sliver of dim light escaped through a space between his two fingers. Taking a deep breath and then exhaling slowly, he removed his hands and readjusted his sunglasses.

Footsteps descended toward him. It was easy to identify them; this certain noise belonged to the commander of those patrolling the outside. A wave of nausea hit him as he stood up and turned around, but he refused to let his heaving stomach win. Not this time.

“You dropped this,” Axel muttered. Ash looked up and saw his rifle in the other man’s hands. He walked up a step, but Axel stepped back two stairs and held the rifle close to him.

“Are you afraid I’m going to take it and shoot everyone?” Ash asked.

Day 20. Original Fiction, code name Crown Quartet, code name Ghost’s Crown

“Where are we going to be fake lovebirds this time?” Ariyos asked as Annika grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the archives. “We’ve pretended to woo each other in the gardens, the throne room...”

“The arena!” Annika exclaimed happily. She slowed her walking and put her hand into the crook of Ariyos’s elbow as they exited the library. “The twin generals are doing drills with their troops. I’m hoping I see the musician my sister was gossiping about last week.”

“What musician?”

“He was part of a troupe father hired for Eba’s birthday celebrations last year, but he was left behind when the troupe returned to Veltan. Eba snatched him up and made him her personal musician,” Annika explained. Her voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. “She recently told me he started getting anonymous love letters, and she’s been translating them for him. You’re not going to believe who’s the author.”

“Who?” Ariyos asked, equally quietly.

“One of the generals we’ll be watching.”

Day 21, Original Fiction, code name Crown Quartet, code name Gryphon’s Crown

Ninety-five. Ninety-six. Ninety-seven. Amaranth’s legs burned.

“Um.”

“Yes, Kilain?” she replied.

“You know what your mother said about using your brother while exercising.”

“Thank you!” Caius squawked from his position slung across his sister’s shoulders. “Put me down, Amaranth!”

#31 days of unedited writing #julia's writing adventures #crown quartet ref #vampireverse ref #after the end ref #annika #ariyos #kilain #caius #amaranth #eba

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selarocsworld · 5 years

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/!\ In despite of everything is happening in this site, I'll continue to post here (at least for the moment, I'll keep you informed) /!\

Here is an old oc named Hitori.

Hitori is a serious and cold scientist. He is half disfigured because of his little brother (whose name I have forgotten (we will call him Kilain) and whose I lost the drawing).

The latter is a cursed child; his mother died while giving birth to him, he was born with a split tongue like that of a snake and his nails grow naturally in sharp point. Frustrated by the mockery of his appearance and convinced that he killed his mother, he is deeply unhappy, despite the efforts of his brother, Hitori, to bring him happiness.

But one day, during a nerve crisis that made him completely uncontrollable, while his brother was trying to calm him down, Kilain threw himself on his face, tearing at him with his nails, disfiguring Hitori for life .

Returning to reason and unable to endure this vision of horror, Kilain's mind froze, refusing reality, and Kilain lost his memory (forgetting the death of his mother and what he had done to his brother) . He has since become a shy boy, extremely kind and attentive, doing everything to be appreciated by his entourage, despite his singular appearance.

As for Hitori, although he doesn't blame his brother for what he did (on the contrary, he was deeply sad about his tragic destiny), he showed himself since that day deeply hateful towards the latter, limiting all contact with him so that he never sees his scars, in order to preserve him forever from what he had done. Hitori knows that if that happens, Kilain would not bear to know that he had done so much harm to the brother he loves so much (despite the disgust that he seems to feel towards him), and would lose his head.

After making sure (by far) that his brother would get by in life, Hitori began to investigate; why was his brother born like this? Would he and Kilain actually come from another world? What happened in their life? Did they forget something? After some investigations and plastic pink flamingos, Hitori discovered this way ... Nightvale. He is still investigating in this town to find out the story of their family, and still has not informed his brother of anything, not knowing how to get out of the city, or even how he came in.

Wow, it's been a long time since I had bent over this oc, but having written all that make me want to redraw they, him and his brother!

FRENCH VERSION

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kilianthewatchdog · 6 years

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Kilain's new profile looks soooooooooooooooo cute!

Thank you! The pic is actually from a drawing challenge a while back that I decided to color. Because I’ve been meaning to change his picture and am too lazy to draw a new one.

#ooc

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janny1989 · 5 years

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• feb 6th — Good morning!! This is real!!! I’m with my kuya bebey and ate ja! ❤️

• brunch — pandesal and my burong isda 👌🏼

• my favorite na nakakaatake sa puso hehe — chicharong bulaklak and kilain! 😝

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lesbiansandstorm · 8 years

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Omg! Great au (I suddenly wish it happened that way like what), I was wondering what happen to Bramblepaw, Hawkfrost, Mothwing, and Sasha?

thank you!

brambleclaw becomes a loyal thunderclan warrior and is still one of the prophecy cats in the next series, though he never becomes deputy

i didn’t think too much about sasha, i guess after tigerstar is rejected by goldenflower he comes across sasha while out hunting one day, and after the whole drama with bloodclan is over and tigerstar dies, sasha shows up at riverclan and gives up her kits

mothwing still would end up cool atheist medicine cat and hawkfrost dies while planning with mudclaw

#sandstar AU #kilain #inboxed

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numbaoneflaya · 1 year

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Tagged by @devilbrakers eons ago to make ocs in this picrew so btd squad lets GOOOOO

Jilly Metzger | Ciggy Herman

Mike (Mike) | Kilaine kamanov

tagginggg anyone who wanna bcs my computer acting tf up rn so im trynna post this b4 it resets the link again <3

#jilly #ciggy #kilaine #mike #my ocs #idk what goin on w tumblr rn but every time i try to edit @s it like shits itself and randomizses things #also THANK UUUU EZRA <3

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numbaoneflaya · 2 years

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Knock Knock Knockity Knock! Trick or Treat! What are you ocs dressing up as for halloween??

BELOVEDD <333 HELLOOOO <333 TY FOR THE ASK

Jilly: nosferretu. vampire ferret. just for the shits and giggles. OR shell be a weazard- weasel wizard. Whatever has the best mustelid aligned pun tbh

Mike: Either Elvis or Edward from twilight. Sometimes Frankenstein, sometimes Frank N Furter. Will go so hard out of their way to scare ppl that they end up w black eyes and are proud of it.

Ciggy: Before death: Changed his costume up every year. one year its Gollum, the next its Barbie, then its count chocula, then its undead marilyn monroe. King of halloween, often matched up costumes w mike. After death: Ghost. Wears a white sheet with eye holes and wanders around making moaning sounds- then when someone rips the sheets off theres no one ther and it scares the SHIT out of ppl.

Kilaine: Does not dress up. If she does, it will be a very stereotypicalzombie bride or undead doctor. Will being her own brandy hidden in her sleeves and will NOT share.

Sarge: Really enjoys the kick of dressing up as fantasy serial killers, since IRL he pretty much is one. The tallest Jason, Leatherface, Michael Myers etc you will ever see. Always figures out a way to get his top unbuttoned so his tits can be prominent.

#THANK YOU BELOVED <33 DID THIS FOR MY MODERN AND BTD BABES #jilly #mike #ciggy #sarge #kilaine

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numbaoneflaya · 2 years

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Jilly time Thurwen time Herren time Felria time Espira time Valkya time Kilaine time Caz time Thagna Reila Mike time i see

#woman time.....#Thagna reila Mike she they time....#loosing my focking mind rn. felria got me in a chokehold

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numbaoneflaya · 2 years

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Hope you enjoyed your meat. What do your ocs think of barbecue?

I DID enjoy mym eat thank u…. Bbq is alltime god tier food convince me otherwise

Jilly: Insane for BBQ. Grilled meats and spicy sauces? 100 do not invite to a bbq, you'll have to hold her back from eating it all and she will bring her own “Daddio of the Patio” apron despite not being a dad and not cooking any of it herself

Ciggy: Also loves a good BBQ but cares more for the side dishes. Sweet potato pie is his personal weakness but he'll also be moaning at a good pasta salad or mac and cheese. Hell bring a shit ton of beers and whiteclaws tho along with some. “Herbs”

Mike: Coleslaw fiend :/// if shes not slurping that shit down shes gonna be stealing all the cornbread before anyone can even get any. But its okay bcs shes the only one eating the coleslaw too. Will be the asshole who ate all the blue freezypops :/

Kilaine: Does not care for BBQ. She may tenderly eat a single chicken wing or rib and then dab herself clean with a custom handkerchief and eat the kale salad she brought with her.

#for modern verse fellas only!!#my ocs #GDFGHDFH thank u for this.... i just know that block party go craaazy #mike #jilly #ciggy #kilaine

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numbaoneflaya · 3 years

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Can I get a list of all ur ocs?

Well anon youve done it, you made me make a list of all my major OCS in one place. I hope your happy with yourself. Under the cut for obvious reasons, may link in my blog desc later.

Modern/BTD verse!!

Jilly- Ferret beastkin little creature, was recently turned into a werewolf by vincent as well so she's running around on full moons in a wereferret wolf hybrid creature form. Chaotic and friendly and wants to be everyone's bestie. She has the most energy in the world and is very kind hearted. Banned from most Claires for stealing and from one Home Depot for climbing the shelves. Prone to living life with rose colored glasses on and seeing the best in everything/everything even when there's nothing there. Socialization is a must for her and is why being basemented/kidnapped broke her psych so quickly and developed severe stockholm. Sometimes overly talkative/enthusiastic and can scare people off. Even if she sees someone shes decided shes friends with be noticeably 'evil', will convince herself it must be for some reason/her fault and ignore it.

Ciggy- Undead punk still learning to harness his powers to interact with the world as a ghost. Was sacrificed by a cult he joined for free concert tickets and to get laid. Likes to cause problems on purpose both pre and prior death and he's not above possessing someone once he learns how to. Was called Rooster in high school before he dropped out because he's loud, obnoxious and always screaming. And also has bright red dyed hair. Looking 4 ways to become less ghosty bcs he wants to be able to help raise his infant daughter, whom he died before he could meet. Bit annoying and in your face, likes poking at bruises, his or others. Kind of a sad heart seeking attention through volume and persistence.

Mike: Vampire loser! Sells drugs and lives at raves. Was turned when she was attacked by a coked out vampire (whom she supplied the product to) and has major scarring on her face and chest. Needs a somewhat constant influx of blood so shell sometimes take victims back to her place and chain them up, slowly draining them over time. Feels bad (ish) about it tho so it is possible to survive her if you are nice and or interesting enough. Kind of desperate for a friend and for love. Is a stalker. If she likes you enough/finds you interesting, she might just appear in your house one night and start rummaging through your fridge like nothing is wrong and youve been besties for years. Its best to indulge her and be friendly, otherwise she could turn violent quickly if her feelings are hurt.

Kilaine- Regular human woman, but fucked up. Born and raised by an elite waspy society she had an interest in the human body and pain tolerance since she was young. Quickly learned that these traits were socially unacceptable in most professions, so she became a doctor. The only family she cared about was her younger sister who she lost in a car accident, where they were flipped over and trapped inside while it was afire. While her sister burned up in front of her Kilaine only lost her left arm and had major burns on her body. This tipped her descent into sadism and she is now madly obsessed with bringing her sister back no matter the cost. Rude and offstandish, clinical.

Dragon age verse!

Thurwen- My main Hero of Ferelden with a bad temper and a heart of gold. City elf from the Denerim Alienage, 18 at the start of origins. She's a reaver warrior with a lot of pent up rage which sometimes scares others when she lets it out in battle. Over the years she's grown less moody as she's had to take the role of Commander. Crude sense of humor and violent impulses, very sensitive to the plights of others and tries often to help. Never seen crying in public but only cries to herself at night- major martyr and hanged man complex.

Caz- My circle mage elf inquisitor who was an apostate before the conclave. Blood magic, but make it sneaky. Wary of strangers and new faces, always dealing with the impulse to flee/find a high vantage point. Endless curiosity about the unknown/ the forbidden/ naughty, was supposed to be made tranquil for it but she escaped. Kind of a little creature as well, lived on her own for a while as an apostate in the woods, filed her teeth down to sharp ends to make herself look more intimidating (shes 5 ft tall) and less cute (her elf ears are huge and expressive, which shes embarrassed about)

Dag and Thagna- Carta twins! Professional lyrium smugglers since birth pretty much. Raised casteless in dust town and had to work their way up the chain of command by themselves. Dag is the brother, Thagna the sister. Their father traded them to the carta for drinking money and their mom died in childbirth so they have somewhat of a codependent relationship. Both charismatic and calculating, friendly and agreeable but won't hesitate to put a dagger in your back. Hard to pin down morally or physically, squirrelly bastards.

Reila: Dalish elf who works for the inquisition/ is the inquisitor in some aus. She has an extreme fixation on elvhen history and rebuilding what they have lost. Not a people person, prefers solitude. Takes some time to warm up to shemhlen as she has a hard history with them. Good friends with Caz, who recruited her in the first place. Doesn't understand very many social cues and finds societal expectations limiting and frustrating. Fondness for halla and hooved animals, which she finds graceful.

Elder scrolls verse!

Valkya: Near seven foot nord woman whos over a thousand years old by the events of skyrim. Tall and buff, two handed warrior and compulsive hero there to bask in the spotlight save the day. She was killed at the start of the events of Elder scrolls online and had her soul ripped out and sent to coldharbor and she's just been a pain in the ass about it since then. Her body can physically die and will not regrow pieces. Her soul however will escape and teleport to the nearest source of power where her body will regrow from an aetherial plasm until its whole again. Loud and brash, friendly and jovial. Actually pretty keen especially after centuries of life but prefers to play dumb as it makes people underestimate her. Plus, she really does enjoy mud wrestling and drinking contests and acting generally like a rambunctious frat boy. Ha developed a bit of a substance problem and a problem with acting out, as after being alive so long she would turn to anything to dull the ache inside of her that never goes away.

Espira- My Dragonborn! Redguard from Hammerfell who was briefly in the Ash’abah due to killing undead while protecting her parents water farm as a child. Ran away from them after years and went to Cyrodille, then to Skyrim and was caught crossing the border. Reserved, kind and soft spoken, she's a sword and shield warrior who's committed herself to doing good in the world by helping others. Dislikes killing and anything messy but believes it is often necessary in order to protect the weak. She blacksmiths often to save money on the upkeep of her own equipment, and takes up metal jewelry working as a hobby with the excess material. Prone to trusting others too much and giving too many second chances, as shes always looking for ways to make even the most hardened criminal a second look at life.

Riley- Espiras little brother who she locked in the wardrobe during the event of the water farm attack. In preventing him from doing violence against the undead she kept him from being conscripted into the Ash’abah. He's way more chaotic than his sister, and suffers from a case of little sibling syndrome in which he will often pester/poke at people just to get a rise out of them. Still kind hearted as his sister, he tries to hide it because he believes that the world is a cruel place and the cruel survive. Despite that belief he is often still unable to force himself to be cruel/careless, only making a show of it so that others leave him alone and don't see that he's very sensitive and emotional. Deaf in one ear due to a magic mishap in his youth, he trained and enchanted his most beloved rats to live for years and sit on his shoulder, alerting him to noises he would not otherwise notice.

Felria: Evil vamp :/ chaotic evil dunmer necromancer. Small and devilish and likes dead bodies too much. Manipulative and cunning, she loves acting. She's a trained assassin for the dark brotherhood and is the speaker. Likes dressing up for missions and wearing disguises like its all a play. Loves toying with people more than she loves killing them, will act in ways that cause as much trauma as possible for other people just for fun and she finds the reactions interesting. Considers herself too far removed from most people's perception of morality and of her so it's hard for her to trust someone or see them as worthy of knowing her. Finds the psychology of grief and fear to be interesting and wants to study them first hand. The hero of kvatch.

Herren: Fifty something year old rat woman looking for something to keep her going. Ran away from her wealthy family in her youth when they wanted her to take charge of the household, instead became an infamous jewel thief and swashbuckler. Spent most of her life traveling and stealing and double dealing. She's smarmy and sarcastic, a serial romancer of the highest caliber. Bit of a show off and a hedonist, always looking for the next good party or new product to snort. Her family died off due to the hard times she wasn't there for and she keeps looking for bigger and bigger heists to fill her appetite as she's chronically bored and lonely, though wont accept intimacy and will scoff at it out of the belief she doesn't deserve it. Irresponsible and selfish, lonely and terrified of any sort of commitment. Fun to party with though!

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numbaoneflaya · 3 years

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hey girl its 2am im drunk id like to request some Good Shit on Kilaine and Sano if u would be so gracious xoxoxoxo tell us about the them

OOOOOOOOOOgghhhh okay okay. Here we go. This is gonna be a little rambly bcs I had a few drinks to get in the mindset of writing….

Kilaine got the “you joined Sano in his studies” ending where he pretty much lets her go once she agrees to stay with him and help him torture and study other people. Kilaines never been a good person in her life, she's always been well. Lacking certain morals. But for the most part shes managed to not kill or torture anyone- Shes always had a fascination with breaking the human psyche and reaching the barriers of the humans bodies capability for pain, but never quite followed through on her curiosity as you know, laws exist and she never thought she could get away with it. The most she's done is purposefully gaslighting patients and withholding pain medications, etc. Her time on the table with Sano is a revelation to her that someone else has the same interests as her, and hes not insane or a monster? She quite understands what hes doing, and at this point after her sisters death and nothing coming from the search for the murderers, she's passively suicidal. She has a high pain tolerance herself and understands the medical terminology he mutters to himself while writing in her journal after ripping parts of her open. The first thing, I think, that surprises him is when she asks to know what hes writing down with genuine curiosity and not fear. And when shes readily discussing the technique hes using to sew her up, commenting on his handiwork and asking where he studies medicine. The kind of conversations two doctors in a similar field might have over bourbon at a bar, but shes strapped down bleeding in front of him still speaking with the tone of polite professionalism. This is exciting for sano too, to be able to share his research with someone who understands and appreciates it. For the two of them, two sadomasochists in the medical field (with medical fetishes :/) to be understood for the first time. Think two people with the same special interest who are never allowed to talk about it, FINALLY meeting someone who feels the same way. She shares some of her own research with him, saying if shes going to die here then its better it not go to waste. Shes not really upset about it, maybe a little miffed at first but since shes often fantasized about being in the exact position hes in right now, she cant really blame him. But he eventually drags someone else in, strapped down and terrified, and unties Kilaine. And gives her the choice to join him in his studies… and its the easiest decision shes ever made.

#Kilaine #my ocs #yeah shes terrible shes awful. shes perfect for him #whoever ends up on they table i :/ worst place to be in the world. shes better at keeping people alive longer and thats the opposite of #what youd want

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numbaoneflaya · 3 years

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this gonna b the year of killer women... iv got 3 in tha works

#mike Kilaine and another 1 w no name yet #kilaines gonna be new au w no sano bcs i wanna see how she murders alone #basically mike (vamp kink) kilaine (medical kink) and noname (petplay kink

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fallenidol-453 · 7 years

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Title: Aftermath

Ingrelen Eba throws a party following the unfortunate demise of her hated cousin. These are the stories of selected survivors.

Crack. All crack. No one was harmed.

Uh. Definite R for mentions of sex and vague mentions of vomit. Just in case.

Prologue

Eba walks up to a balcony overlooking where the festivities took place last night. She had the grace to retire early and slip out when no one was looking, though that’s not to say she didn’t have a debauched night of her own in her own chambers.

From up here, she can look out and watch the casualties of last night’s banquet. The hall is an absolute mess of spilled food, wine, collapsed drunkards, and likely vomit. There’s a pile of ashes at the far end of the hall, and she remembers an effigy of Leif being burned with no smoke. She pities the servants who have to clean up after this.

But she also pities the foreigners who aren’t used to Trovan alcohol. Oh, the hangovers they are going to have…

“Weaklings,” she muttered.

Part One

Amaranth wakes slowly. Her head feels like it’s been split open, and she tastes wine when she attempts a swallow. The floor is cold against her back. A strange woman is still asleep next to her, half on Amaranth’s side and half on the floor.

Amaranth realizes almost too late that they’re both naked, but she doesn’t particularly care at the moment. She braves a splitting headache to lift her head up and look around. The room is a total mess; one curtain is torn almost completely in half on one window, and the bed next to her has an embroidered coverlet and sheets hanging off the mattress. An empty candle holder is on the floor, possibly knocked over.

She remembers almost nothing from the night before, until the stranger wakes up. She has short blonde hair, blue eyes, and is just as muscular as her. Amaranth can’t place a name to the face, but she remembers looking at her across a crowded hall and talking to her. Which clearly led them to here, hungover and naked and not at all sure if the previous night is worth remembering.

“Good morning,” the stranger mutters.

Amaranth doesn’t understand a word of Trovan. It didn’t matter last night, as she discovers a bite mark on one breast and several hickeys on her thighs. She’s sure she’s pulled a muscle in one leg as she flexes it and grimaces. The stranger has hickeys on her breasts and neck and her hair is sticking up in all directions.

“I’m never drinking again,” Amaranth replied mournfully.

The stranger actually giggles. Maybe she knows some Caervan?

“Who are you?” Amaranth asked. Stranger looks confused. She drudges up the Trovan vocabulary and phrases Erlas Gracia’s tutor hammered into her head before coming to the country from her alcohol-clouded mind. “Name?”

“Adela,” the stranger replies.

“Amaranth,” Amaranth replies. She starts giggling as she points at herself. “Good… morning?”

Her Trovan is terrible but Adela doesn’t seem to mind.

“Good morning,” she corrects her. She makes the phrase sound harsh but Amaranth hardly cares.

“Adela? Where are you?” a male voice asks beyond the doorway.

Adela rolls off of Amaranth but doesn’t sit up. She snaps a phrase likely laden with expletives at someone presumably named Adalbert.

Amaranth starts laughing but stops; her head hurts too much.

Part Two

Kilain wakes to the unpleasant feeling of a neck ache.

He’s face down on the floor in the banquet hall, the stone pleasantly cool on his face. Lying on his stomach, he looks around and sees a few more people barely visible behind tables. So at least he’s not alone with passing out on the ground.

He doesn’t see Amaranth anywhere. He vaguely remembers seeing her speaking with one of the generals of the Trovan army. The blonde one… there were two blondes. One man and one woman. It was the woman she was talking to.

He isn’t worried about her. He’s more worried about his ability to turn over without hurting his neck or throwing up. Neither seemed like a pleasant experience right now.

He falls back asleep.

Part Three

Ariyos opens his eyes and immediately regrets it. He’s lying in just the right spot for a ray of sunlight to pierce his eyes. He turns his head away and takes stock of his surroundings from the floor.

He’s not in his chambers but he’s fairly close to them. He somehow passed out under a portrait of a picturesque forest in Votgardt that looks like imps swimming in a grassy sea.

Then he looks down at himself and cringes.

He somehow vomited all down the front of his outfit. The stains are never going to come out.

He just hopes he hadn’t emptied the contents of his roiling stomach in front of a crowd of people.

Part Four

Riyash wakes to an exhaustion that’s bone deep. The smell of burnt wood and straw fills his nose, and he’s slumped against the wall of a banquet hall. People are groaning nearby and somehow there’s a full cup of an unidentifiable liquid standing upright near his left hand.

He knows he used magic the night before. But why?

Then he sees the burnt, twisted remains of some sort of pot over by a table. Small recollections start coming back.

An effigy. He set it on fire for everyone—an effigy of Leif. People screamed at the flames but calmed when there wasn’t smoke. He doesn’t know who made the effigy.

He looks at his hands and marvels that his drunk self managed to even control the flames.

He grasps the cup tightly and brings it to his lips, only to spit it out.

That was not alcohol.

#crown quartet ref #julia's writing adventures #my writing #riyash #amaranth #kilain #eba

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