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Drawing of my WC oc Strikeheart :)c a bit of backstory:

She had a relatively average kithood and apprenticehood growing up in Thunder. If not just a little tense and on edge all the time compared to other cats her age.

She was named Strike due to her unusually long claws that would, albeit accidentally, scratch up her littermates and mother. As well as after her piercing blue eyes. Her mother often bragged it was a sign she’d be the best fighter in the forest and she was hardly wrong.

Strike wasn’t physically strong, but she made up for it in speed and ferocity. Her mentor complimented her on this but was concerned when she’d often lose control of herself during training and accidentally hurt the other cat she was training with. Her mentor warned her that this could have serious consequences on the battlefield. She understood but still struggled to get out of that mindset.

Scuffles between cats would happen during strikes apprenticeship and she scared off almost anyone she was matched with but seemed to forget who she was fighting and accidentally attack the wrong cats, including her own kinmates.

Later in her apprenticeship, during a particularly rough battle where Thunder was losing. Strike became increasingly stressed and upset and started getting her claws onto any cat she could get into in a desperate attempt to win the battle. Through a heavy torrent of rain and a scurry of cats she struck too hard at the wrong time and had accidentally killed one of the cats. Beyond just that she realised that the cat lying dead at her paws was her own mentor.

Before running back into the flurry of the battle to get as far away from the body as possible. It wasn’t long until another cat found the body and called for a retreat. The mourning cats brought her mentor back to camp, battered and exhausted. But it seemed like nobody know who had killed her Mentor besides Strike herself. In the devastation, Strike struggled with the grief of losing her mentor and the guilt that hung over her so much she would pace back and forth around the body and once buried, would pace back and forth where they once were.

It was during all of this that her leader assigned her her full name, Strikeheart, though she was a ferocious fighter her leader claimed that it was clear to him that she had a strong and passionate heart with how strongly she had grieved for her mentor.

Strikeheart remained sceptical. She believed her actions were completely unredeemable in the eyes of her ancestors and that she would be condemned to go to the dark forest when she died. She felt a growing disconnect between her and the cats around her. She felt like she couldn’t confine in anyone but her own mind. It was her she came up with the plan to avoid death as long as possible to avoid going to the dark forest. Maybe even avoid it altogether.

Gaining the trust and support of her leader, Strikeheart was soon appointed an apprentice, and soon after a deputy role. The cats around her viewed her as very intelligent for the most part. Some cats saw through that and saw her as someone more conniving and easy to anger. Though none of them could have imagined her going as far as to stage a coup against the current leader and have their own healer kill him on the way to the moonpool. She lured in cats into her plans with her charisma and promise of power, as well as lowering the guards of people around her. All in a plan to take over the forest and, in her own mind, somehow gain the other 9 lives from the leaders the forest had lost in a bid to live as long as possible.

She had convinced herself that getting other cats to do the dirty work for her put the blood squarely on their paws and let her leave with a clean conscious. She believed it was the other cats fault if they killed someone for her because they made the choice to listen to her.

Now leader of Thunderkin, she had her 9 lives ceremony. She was anxious about meeting her former leader during this but he was more than happy to see her, if not just slightly apprehensive about the healer. The ceremony went on smoothly, despite Strikehearts anxieties. Suddenly out of the group of cats came her old mentor. There to give Strikeheart her 9th and final life.

They gave her a life for honesty above all else and she was washed over with extreme pain, she felt like she was bleeding out from her stomach on the grass. She heard the distant yowling of cats and the patter of rain against her fur. It felt like ice against her skin compared to the burning hot of the blood pooling below her. But above all of this she heard a quiet sobbing from just above her. She mustered up all the energy she could to turn her gaze up to the sound to see a younger version of herself crying above her.

She suddenly woke from this vision and stared back at her mentor in fear. She expected a look of disgust or even some kind of vengeful smirk but her mentor stared back at her with the same softness and slight smile the other cats had given her and they walked back into the mist.

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ijustwanttoreadfanfiction · 1 year

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Friendly Sex - Chapter 12 - The Confession

Well here we are, the penultimate chapter in the Friendly Sex story. There are dark themes throughout this chapter as detailed in the warnings below, my message box is always open for anyone who needs to talk.

Written whilst listening to: Oxytocin - Billie Eilish, Block me out - Gracie Abrams, Maybe I'm Lonely - Rachel Chinouriri

Chapter warnings: MDI (18+ only), triggering situations; non-con kissing and touching, reader is under the influence of alcohol and drugs, one reference to rape, graphic violence, physical injury, blood, vomiting, explicit language, underage drinking (dependant on age restrictions), strong drug use (ketamine), angst.

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As ideas go, this was a really fucking bad one; speeding along with a group of relative strangers, all of you drunk, to go to a party full of awful people, and not a single one of your friends know where you are. But currently you couldn’t care less, swigging down more rum and vodka, the vision of Eddie and Chrissy laughing playing on repeat in your head.

You vaguely recognise that you’re in the Loch Nora area of town, the houses larger and larger with more substantial gaps in between, the car pulls up with a jolt to one of the biggest houses on the street, brightly light, loud music blaring out.

Linda screams in unbridled delight as you all walk up the vast sloping lawn into the house, it’s a sea of bodies, the air humid and stale with beer, smoke and sweat. You immediately make your way to the kitchen with Rum girl, you think her name might be Bonnie, finding a wealth of alcohol, she passes you a shot of some blue liquid with a loud "Cheers!"

It tastes like old bubblegum, making you gag in disgust.

"That is fucking gross, I'm sticking with this." You say snagging an unopened bottle of vodka.

She nods in agreement, shaking her bottle of rum at you.

"Bonnie! Come here!" Linda screeches from the makeshift dance floor, leaving you effectively abandoned. You push through swarms of teenagers, hugging your vodka tight to your chest looking for a quiet place to drown your sorrows; sinking gratefully onto a free step on the grand staircase, drinking quickly with a grimace as the harsh liquid hits your stomach.

“Why so sad, pretty girl?” A voice says behind you. You look up to see Chance coming down the stairs, you roll your eyes, an obnoxious jock being the last person you need right now.

“Not sad, pissed off.” You reply irritably, as he drops down next to you, body too warm and close.

“Well either way, you look like you need some cheering up.” He smiles, pulling a tiny clear baggie out of his pocket with what looks like white powder,

“What is it?” You ask curiously.

“Drugs.” Chance replies with a ‘duh’ sort of tone. “A little helper, Special K.” He says grinning widely. “Put a smile back on your face.”

You shouldn’t, like you really shouldn’t, you were already very drunk, and very alone, and hard drugs are not the way to go; but just like the last party alcohol isn't enough to soothe you tonight. You nod, Chance pulling you up towards a bureau in the corner of the hallway, you watch intrigued in spite of your misgivings as he pours some powder onto the surface, passing you a rolled up dollar bill.

“Keep the change, pretty girl.” He smirks, you lean down and snort up the line, wincing as your nose burns in discomfort.

“Knew you had it in you.” He laughs, patting you heavily on the shoulder.

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The drugs are quick, within twenty minutes you feel impossibly lighter, almost euphoric, relishing in the way your body shifts as you dance, the heavy bass of the music seeming to shoot up your spine with each thump. Nothing matters in your little bubble. A pair of hands smooth over your hips, you turn to find Chance again, pulling you closer to him.

“Feels good huh?” He murmurs, lips brushing over the shell of your ear, making you shiver unpleasantly.

Feeling dizzy at the onslaught of his touch, goosebumps rippling up your arms. He moves down from your ear to your neck, lips ghosting, teeth grazing, it makes you squirm in discomfort.

“I - I think I need some air.” You stammer out, lurching from his touch.

Your legs feel like jelly as you stumble through the tightly pressed crowd, you think you can hear someone familiar calling your name but it sounds far away and echoing, the party lights flaring uncomfortably in your eyes. You force your way out the front door, gulping down the clean night air, clinging onto the porch rail as the floor spins nauseatingly. If you could just sit down for a minute you’ll be fine, but letting go of the rail now you had it in your grasp seems like a bad idea.

“You running away from me, pretty girl?” Chance drawls behind you, his arms snaking around your waist, in a needlessly tight grip.

“‘M not feeling well Chance.” You mumble, taking deep breaths, fighting against the vertigo threatening to pull you down, wriggling against his hold.

“Aww poor baby, let me kiss it better.” He coos, spinning you so quickly you stagger, head hitting against a support strut making spots erupt across your vision.

“Ah! Chance - no - don’t want you to -” You whine, pushing at his stomach but there’s no power in your arms.

“C’mon pretty girl, you’ve been eye fucking me all night.” He huffs, mouthing at your jaw first, then his teeth clamp down brutally on your neck, making you yelp in pain.

“Ow! - Chance - stop - you’re hurting me.” You whimper, chest heaving in fear, adrenaline coursing in your veins, you dig your nails into his forearms but he barely reacts, pressing you harder against the beam.

“No, I’m not.” He laughs, grabbing your hair, smashing your mouth to his, his free hand sinking into the meat of your thigh. Your instincts kick in and you bite hard, knowing instantly that you’ve drawn blood, the sharp taste of iron thick on your tongue. He recoils, with an angry grunt, fingers lifting to his ripped lip.

“You little bitch.” He spits incredulously, hand flying out, vice-like grip around your jaw forcing your head back against the wood once more. You squeeze your eyes shut, bracing for the inevitable hit, or worse, when the contact is abruptly withdrawn followed by the sound of a body hitting the floor.

“Get the fuck off her you piece of shit!”

Eddie. You open your eyes in disbelief, Chance is on the ground, Eddie beating him relentlessly; punch after punch.

“Eds -” You gasp, pitching forward, fingers grasping at the back of his t-shirt. “- Eddie stop” You say slightly louder, tugging harder, but he’s too far gone, slamming his fist anywhere he can reach.

“You think you’re a fucking tough guy? Forcing yourself on drugged up girls?” He yells, Chance amazingly just laughs, blood pouring from his nose and mouth, blackeye already blooming.

“S-she fucking wanted it M-Munson.” He huffs out still laughing, you grip Eddie’s arm as he draws it back once more.

“Eddie, please, just wanna go.” You beg, something in your voice snaps him out of his trance, he gets up heavily, out of breath, knuckles split and bloody. He takes your face in his hands, checking you, forehead pressed to yours in a silent question, which you answer with a wordless nod.

“Come on sweetheart.” He pants, throwing one last disgusted look over his shoulder, taking your hand and leading you down the steps when Chance coughs talking through staggered breaths.

“I saw you two that night, quite - quite a show - the f-freak and the fucking s–slut.” He cackles. You wrench yourself from Eddie’s grip, tumbling back up on unsteady legs.

“He’s not a freak you asshole.” You spit, stamping as hard as you can on his crotch, feeling immensely pleased with yourself as he finally cries out in agony, coiling in on himself. You teeter on the spot but Eddie is there, catching you about the waist, half-dragging, half-carrying you away.

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Eddie gets you halfway down the block before you stagger to a halt, letting go of his hand to brace yourself against a wall.

“You ok?” He asks, sounding winded, you shake your head, mouth suddenly feeling like sawdust.

“I- I think I’m gonna -” You don’t get to finish the rest of your sentence, vomiting hard, stomach contracting painfully at the acidic burn. Eddie quickly twists your hair up out of your face, as you heave and gasp through tears.

“I’m here sweetheart, you’re alright.” He murmurs softly, gently rubbing your back with his free hand. “What did you take? Do you know?”

“He called it Special K.” You pant, retching once more.

“Jesus, you were doing ket with that douchebag?!” He asks fiercely, a stark contrast to his continued soothing touches up and down your spine.

“I don’t need a fucking lecture Eddie.” You say weakly, coughing.

“Yeah? Well tough shit.” He snaps. “You’ve only ever smoked a couple of joints before and suddenly you’re taking ketamine?!”

“I didn’t know what it was!” You shout shakily, pushing away from the wall and his touch, you feel like the floor is shifting beneath you.

“That makes it worse!” He yells back, eyes wide burning with anger and fear. “You’re so fucking stupid Y/n! You don't have a clue! He could have raped you!”

“You think I don’t know that?!” You shriek, quickly dissolving into sobs, the horror of events suddenly hitting you; trembling from head to toe as the adrenaline wears off. Eddie engulfs you without another word, holding you to him, hand on your head pressing you to his chest, you vaguely register the dull throb from where you’d hit it but you don't care. You wrap your arms around his waist, crying openly.

“I-I’m s-so sorry Eds.” You wail.

“It’s ok baby, it’s ok, I’ve got you.” He says thickly, you feel his chest quake from his own tears.

Minutes, hours, days, you don’t know how long you both stand there, Eddie is the first to pull away, pushing your hair back from your face.

“C’mon we need to get you home.” He murmurs.

“My dad thinks I’m with Rob and Steve” You mumble, scrubbing at your tired eyes, still feeling incredibly spaced out. “I don’t want them to see me like - like this.”

Eddie just nods, arm around your waist once more as you move towards his van.

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Neither of you say anything as Eddie drives, partly because you think you might vomit again if you open your mouth, but mostly because you were at a complete loss for words. Eddie had saved you, he’d found you, somehow, surely that meant he still cared? So why did it feel like there was a great chasm between you?

The familiar sight of the trailer park comes into view, grateful that Eddie wasn’t delivering you to Steve, or worse your dad. Eddie comes round to help you get out, his hand so warm in yours it makes you want to cry all over again. It takes all of your energy to get up the steps into the trailer, your head aches painfully from your bump, and you’re dehydrated to hell.

“You uh, go get cleaned up, I'll find you something to change into.” Eddie says awkwardly, guiding you to the tiny bathroom.

You shut the door, leaning heavily against the wood for a moment, heart and head racing. You glance up and hardly recognise the reflection in the small shaving mirror facing you from above the sink; you're pale and clammy, eyes bloodshot and sore, jawline already littered with pinky purple spotty bruises from where you had been grabbed. You push the mirror to one side, rummaging about in the cabinet looking for the spare toothbrush Eddie had bought you a few weeks ago, vigorously brushing the sour taste of vomit from your tongue. Splashing water on your face, and neck, you wince as you pass over the area Chance had bitten; the skin broken, red and welted. You can still feel his touch on your arms, hips, thighs, flesh crawling; you strip quickly, throwing yourself under the freezing spray of the shower not waiting for it to warm up. You grab Eddie’s body wash and an old loofah with shaking hands, scrubbing every inch until your skin feels raw, tears mixing with the now scalding water as you turn the temperature up as high as it can go.

You stay there until the water runs cold again, stepping out on unsteady legs, a clean pair of boxer shorts and a faded Motörhead t-shirt have appeared on top of the hamper along with a fluffy towel. You dry and dress quickly, feeling comforted by the overly large soft fabric, Eddie’s scent filling your nose.

You’re dog tired, every muscle in your body aching, as you shuffle out of the bathroom to the broken down sofa where Eddie is sitting looking like he might fall asleep right there.

“I made you some tea.” He mumbles pointing to the steaming mug on the coffee table. “You should probably eat something too.” He doesn’t look at you and it hurts you more than any physical injury you’ve sustained tonight.

“I’m not hungry.” You say quietly perching on the edge of the seat, taking a sip of drink.

He huffs, heaving himself up towards the kitchen, pulling out a loaf of bread and a jar of peanut butter, making a very haphazard sandwich, thrusting it into your free hand.

“Eat it.” He says, and his tone leaves little room for argument.

“Thanks.” You mutter softly, you take note that his knuckles are still caked in dried blood, looking sore. “Your hand.”

“I’ll be alright.” Eddie says quickly, shaking it out like he’s only just felt it.

“No, it could get infected, let me clean it.” You press, putting the untouched sandwich on the table, pushing past him back to the bathroom.

“It’s fine sweetheart.” Eddie says wearily, following you with a hand on your arm to steady you as you inadvertently pinball off the wall, the vodka and rum still giving you sea-legs.

“Eddie, please, just let me do it.” You plead, you need to do something, need to take care of him like he’s taken care of you.

He sighs heavily, sitting on the edge of the avocado green bathtub in defeat, you dig out the mediocre medical supplies Wayne keeps. Kneeling down in front of him, applying some astringent to a cotton pad.

“It’s going to sting, sorry.” You say gently, slipping his hand into yours, dabbing lightly at the cuts, Eddie sucks in air through his teeth but doesn’t flinch. You treat each knuckle with methodical precision, blowing over the skin to help cool the burn, working in silence apart from an occasional hiss from Eddie.

“You’ve got a cut.” He says, making you jump slightly, fingers of his free hand tracing over your neck.

“Chance - he - bit me.” You say faintly, focusing on the last knuckle, ignoring how your eyes burn with tears again and how Eddie has tensed. “All done.” You tell him slightly louder, chucking the soiled cotton wool into the sink.

Eddie leans down and takes the antiseptic from you, and a clean pad, moving your hair gently to one side; thumb caressing your other cheek as he cleanses the angry wound.

“How’s your head?” He asks slowly, lightly tracing over the small lump on the back of your crown.

“Sore.” You admit, standing carefully, still woozy.

Eddie rises too, fishing a bottle of Tylenol out of the cabinet, proffering you two and taking some himself.

“Is it safe to take?” You ask cautiously. “With the - other?”

“It’ll be fine, I’ll watch you.” He says, thumb pressed gently to your chin.

The air feels thick and charged, you want to hold him, tell him how much you’ve missed him, how much you love him but the phone rings jarring you both.

He slides past you, leaving you in the bathroom, mouth dry once again.

“Hello? - Yeah I got her, she’s - ok, just shaken up -” You edge towards the doorway, straining to hear who is on the other end of the phone. “- sorry about your party, I’ll have to make it up to you -”

For the hundredth time this evening you feel sick, Chrissy, he was talking to Chrissy. Of course he was, after all he must have bailed from the party to get you, ruining their time together. You locate your skirt from the hamper, tugging it back up quickly, forcing yourself to keep it together.

“ - yeah I’ll see you tomorrow - ok, have a good night.” Eddie hangs up the phone, and you make a solid attempt to breeze past, tugging your shoes back on your sore feet.

“Uh, what are you doing?” He asks slowly.

“Letting you get some rest, I’ll call Steve.” You say, trying to sound casual but your voice is strained.

“Why are you leaving?”

“You’ve done enough, you should get some sleep, or I - I don’t know, maybe you wanna go back to The Hideout?” You ramble weakly, heading into his bedroom to grab your purse.

“Why the fuck would I be going back to The Hideout?” He asks, following you looking lost and frustrated.

“For Chrissy.” You say quietly, chewing hard on your lip, cheeks burning as you fight back tears.

“I’m gonna put this incoherency down to the alcohol and ket.” He sighs tiredly.

“P-please don’t make fun of me Eddie.” You beg softly, crying.

“Make fun of you? Y/n you’re not making any sense!” He huffs, trying to approach you again but you step back, determined to keep your distance in order to protect your last shred of sanity.

"I saw how you and Chrissy were together at The Hideout and the - phone call just then.” You stammer. “You want to go to C-Chrissy - so go - you don’t need to feel guilty.” You heave out, voice trembling, hugging yourself around the middle like you can keep the hurt inside. “You don’t want me anymore and that’s fine, because I wouldn’t want me either.”

"Ask me what my favourite song is." He demands, catching you off guard.

"What?"

"Ask me, what my favourite song is. Right now. What I have in my van. What I have in every tape player I own." He says pointing at you, a hard look in his eyes.

"Eddie, I don't- "

He leans across to his stereo slamming the play button.

'And it all comes down to you

Well, you know that it does and

Lightning strikes maybe once, maybe twice.’

"But - you hate Fleetwood Mac." You say stupidly feeling dizzy again, he hits the stop button looking half-crazed.

"Damn straight I do. But you don't, I hear that song and all I see is you. Dancing in the car and singing and laughing. And it kills me sweetheart." His voice breaking. "So don't - don't you fucking dare say that I don't want you anymore." He hisses ferociously, making you shrink back.

"Eddie - I -" You whisper tearfully, but he shakes his head slightly, now refusing to look at you, wiping his eyes roughly on his sleeve.

“I don’t know how to make this any clearer to you -” He says sharply, chest heaving. “- there is nothing between me and Chrissy, never has been, middle-school crush aside. We are just friends. She was the one who knew where to find you when you ran off tonight, she came with me to Loch Nora to get you, and the last I saw of her, she and Jason were having a very productive reunion on an armchair. I’m meeting her tomorrow to square up for the gig. But if you wanna go, then go.” He says with a note of finality, turning to leave the room but you catch his arm, gripping tightly.

"Eddie - please look at me." You beg brokenly, ducking your head to look at him, tears are streaking down his cheeks.

"Why?" He asks thickly, still staring at the carpet.

"B-because I need you to." You choke back a sob on the word 'need'. "I don't wanna go - I need you Eddie, more than I've ever needed anyone, and it scares me so much and it h-hurts, and I can't - if you left me -." You’re panicking, sour bile rising to the back of your throat, feelings spewing out uncontrollably, your eyes stinging as you continue to stare past tears.

"I feel like I can't breathe without you, I feel like I've been dying without you - I love you." You sob openly then, he finally looks at you, lip trembling his breath gasping and rattling.

Time stands still, suspended under the weight of your confession, everything that has happened between you reverberating, echoes of your fights, the cruel things you said to each other replaced by every cry of pleasure, every laugh shared, every secret smile cresting like a great wave washing the bitterness away.

Eddie is the one to break the stillness, gathering you desperately like you were a life preserver, hands in your hair bringing you to him, kissing you like he had never kissed you before, like he was trying to devour you and turn you into one form. You fling your arms around him, kissing back with just as much hunger, your faces wet from tears, hiccupping into his mouth.

Each press of his lips against yours acts like a balm, drawing poison from an open wound. You know the feel of his lips by heart but this is new, nothing hidden, no pretence, just the two of you.

“Say it again.” He pleads against your mouth.

“I love you.” You whisper, heart exploding and imploding all at one. “I love you so much Eddie.”

He laughs through a sob, pressing kiss after kiss to every part of your face.

“I love you sweetheart.” He murmurs, those chocolate brown eyes you adore burning into your own, making you cry again. "You have no idea, I thought I lost you baby - it's been - I've been in hell without you." He says, voice shaking.

You bury your face into his neck, he holds you for a long time, cradling you, it feels like home and you relax for the first time in a week; a small yawn escaping you.

"You need to sleep sweetheart." He says gently, practically carrying you to the bed, settling you both so you're intertwined, foreheads pressed together. You want to stare at him forever, Eddie traces your features softly with one hand the other strumming up and down your back.

"'I love you, 'm sorry it took me so long to realise." You mumble sleepily, just saying it again because you can, now the weight has been lifted.

"I love you." He says, almost in awe, kissing you so softly you barely feel it. “My sweet little thing.”

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Character Sheet - Calypso

General Information

Full name: Calypso Salutations

Nicknames: Cal, Callie, The new fifth year

Pronouns: She/her

Date of Birth: May 1st, 1875

Zodiac Sign: Taurus

Personality Type: ENFP-T

Alignment: chaotic good

Nationality: British

House: Ravenclaw

Wand: Dragon Heartstring, oak wood, slightly springy

Patronus: Nebelung cat (curiosity and kindness)

Boggart: her fathers bloated corpse shameful of Calypso

Amortentia: fresh rain, the black lake, earthy dirt, and apples

Physical Appearance

Hair color and style: blondish white, most often seen down in loose curls.

Eye color: Fern green

Skin tone: almond with warm undertones and complexion

Height: 5’7

Weight: 131 pounds

Clothing style: loose, almost never wears her vest over her blouse; prefers longish skirts and her blouse sleeves pushed up, and usually is either wearing Mary Jane’s or traveling boots

Accessories: a locket given to her by her father before he passed

Details: freckles along her cheek bones and nose, as well as her upper arms and shoulders. Has an ancient magic scar along her right cheek extending slightly into the upper part of her neck.

Personality

Positive traits: reliable, witty, strong, helpful, relatively friendly, caring, loyal, open minded, determined

Negative Traits: stubborn, competitive, reserved,can be sarcastic, secretive (most of the time), reckless

Strengths: strong in the face of danger and would sacrifice herself for others (which can sometimes be a bad thing), always looking to help others

Weaknesses: bottles up emotions and struggles letting people in to her real self (including her inner demons), has anxiety, nearing the end of fifth year she commonly feels numb or overwhelmed

Likes: flying / quidditch, relaxing near the lake, gardening, exploring, reading, watching performances

Dislikes: condescending or overly cocky people, those who hurt her loved ones, dugbogs, pumpkin juice,

Fears: fear of abandonment, not being good enough, her being the cause of pain

Goals: to be free, to find true happiness, to cure Anne, to see her mother smile

Backstory

Calypso was born in a small cottage in London, Cornwall to Clementine and Oliver Salutations, who were both muggles—but her father was a man who always believed in some sort of magic, if in the trees or in a faraway land, if a presence in every nook and cranny or even just an idea. Her mother, a woman bound by rules who wasn’t the type to dream, always brushed away her husband’s ideas, and tended to get mad when ever he spouted those ideas to Cal. Cal herself wasn’t the most certain, but as a child, she was in a state of content and happiness as long as she was with her father—but tragedy struck the Salutations home when her father mysteriously drowned in the ocean, his bloated body found by young Calypso a day after his disappearance. Traumatized and heartbroken, Calypso lost that nostalgic feeling of happiness quickly, the wound deepening even more when her mother began to develop Alzheimer’s. she forgot Calypsos face, her smile, her hand—she was a husk of her former self, leaving Calypso to take care of her for many years. She received the basic school learning as a child, but a year after her father died, they ran out of money to continue affording school. She taught herself using the books she had at home and those she borrowed, and often ridiculed herself in the mirror. She barely ate, still haunted by her mother’s screams and father’s bloated body, and became bony as the years went on. It was only when she got her Hogwarts acceptance later that, for once, she felt hopeful, free—excited. She asked an old family friends to take care of her mother before being whisked off to Hogwarts by Professor Fig..blissfully unaware of the powerful tendrils of ancient magic running through her blood.

Relationships

Love interest: (I don’t know yet 😭)

Good friends: Sebastian Sallow, Ominis Gaunt, Natsai Onai, Poppy sweeting, Samantha Dale, Garreth Weasley , Imelda Reyes

People she dislikes: Leander Prewett, Nerida Roberts, Grace Pinch-Smedley

Pets: Highwing, vivarium creatures, one cat (later)

Thanks to @masqueradereveler21 for letting me use the questions they used for their own character sheet!

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fanart #hogwarts legacy oc #oc art #digital art #hogwarts legacy characters #character sheet #character art #original character #character illustration

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sapphireluci · 1 month

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Colored my cursed Reala x Amigo and NiGHTS x Ulala fan children, Nuria and Endri 😍😍😍

Some insight on their character if you’re interested:

Nuria (Strawberry gremlin on the left):

Nuria is highly optimistic and friendly ten-year old who loves her family greatly. However, she is also incredibly noisy, hyperactive, and can be pretty annoying at times (which might be normal for a kid like her, but she takes it to the max). Despite her chaos though, she can be very clever and sneaky at times, picking up patterns and new skills relatively easily.

She’ll eat practically anything, including things that are mostly inedible, but her favorite food is the banana pancakes Reala makes.

Although she can’t fly like Reala, she is very quick on her feet, and can climb pretty much anything. She also has a pretty strong grip and can pack a mean punch (or an even meaner CHOMP).

She can paraloop things (and people) by sprinting in quick circles around them (she has done this to the furniture in the house many times, much to her parents’ dismay).

She has a great love for music thanks to her other dad, Amigo, and loves to dance along with him when he plays the maracas. She also knows how to play quite a few instruments herself, including the cymbals, trumpet, piano, and her favorite, the accordion.

One of the very few things that can nullify her chaos is a fruit costume, like if you were to put a cat in a sweater lol (her parents realized she looks like a strawberry when she was a baby, so they put her in a strawberry costume, which she has since paralooped to who knows where).

She likes to color, terrorize children at the playground, and wants to be a dancer or musician when she grows up, like Amigo.

Endri (Bubblegum menace on the right):

Endri is a very charming and charismatic fifteen year-old who knows just what to say to either make someone confident in themselves, or to make them feel like a powerless bug (he often prefers the latter). He can be very sassy and full of himself at times, but he genuinely cares for his friends and family and especially his cousin Nuria, with whom he is closest.

He’s a rather picky eater, not daring to touch something that looks anything less than presentable, his favorite food being Space Filet Mignon with potatoes. He does enjoy a good ice cream sundae every now and then, however.

He’s capable of flying like NiGHTS, which he makes sure to do with grace and precision. He’s familiar with using Chu and Hey rescue beams like Ulala, and can hold his own in a funky dance battle, preferring that compared to hand to hand combat. However, if it’s necessary, he won’t hesitate in getting physical.

He knows how to Drilldash and Paraloop, but has trouble controlling his ability to do so, which frustrates him to no end.

He’s almost always wearing his headphones, making sure he’s well informed on the latest gossip and drama going on.

Hates space calculus with a burning passion but loves English and history classes. He excels in his dance classes in school as well.

He wants to be a Channel 5 reporter similar to Ulala when he grows up, but moreso on the side compared to his main dream of being a bigger live streamer.

Teehee

#my art #nights into dreams oc #nights oc #Nuria #Endri #fanmaren #Nightmaren oc #fanchild #they r unstoppable together #still don’t ship Ulala and NiGHTS but omg their child is so fun to draw lol #my beloved strawberry Nuria 😍#they r fun to draw #nights into dreams art #nights into dreams

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Monster!AU Lore #1: Shark Hybrid

If you hear the story about Nanaue's father, named Kāmohoaliʻi. That’s where the Shark Monster begins. You see, Nanaue’s father is one of the Hawaiian Mythologies (You can look it up if you want). Their kind were usually hidden and just seen as regular sharks but little did the humans know that they were messing with the most dangerous creatures of the sea.

So yeah, Tiala and her family were like the descendants of Kāmohoaliʻi.

Anyway, Tiala and her siblings were ALL hybrids. Half-shark and Half-human. Since their father is a full shark monster and their mother is a human. And when looking up about Nanaue’s abilities.

Abilities/Powers:

-They have Amphibious Nature (they have gills to breathe on both water and land) -Claws (they can rip through steel)

-Fangs (Shark teeth that can bite through steel) -Enhanced sight, hearing and vision -Regeneration (regenerate some missing limbs) -Strong skin (which means that their skin is armored from deep and physical attacks) -Superhuman Speed (can swim fast about 200mph) -Superhuman Strength (About 100 tons) -Water Sense (Which means they can sense anything or anyone under water)

WEAKNESS:

Weaknesses? From more research of Nanaue. It says that his biggest weakness is ELECTRICITY. Not only that, they’re also weakened from Temperature. Only if it’s not under 53 degrees fahrenheit. And also, even though they can breathe on land, there are limits. They must stay in or regularly return to the ocean to re-oxygenate their blood, which restricts their ability to operate on dry land for long periods of time. For ANY other sea creatures as well. So that’s why the military decided to make a water pack for them to wear in order to work properly on land.

Their kind were also into BLOODLUST (it means ’desire to kill or to see people kill’) or in a Blood Frenzy (means “An irresistible mania for the shedding of blood). I know that's not their weaknesses but it's more like a trigger that they don't want to interact with.

Killing anyone as they please. But Nakoa, Tiala and Kanoa’s father, and his children know better than that. So they did their best to not harm anyone by making sure to not smell or even taste the blood. Then they will be fine…I hope.

"How did the Shark Hybrids or any of the sea creatures have relationships with humans?"

You see, it was Nakoa who started it. He was supposed to stay hidden from the surface and he always thinks that humans were always at the bottom of the food chain.

Not until he met their mother. Elei is the name. Long story short, Nakoa had met Elei when he was injured by one of the fisherman's nets. Which it was tangling around his neck and gills.

He washed himself up on shore, gave up at that point, and just lay on the sand. Thinking no one is walking by. But Elei did and saw he was injured. So she took him into her home and treated him.

Nakoa never saw any human treat him with such kindness. Even though he IS a monster, she saw no problem in that. And that’s when he started to fall for her. He helped her and her family by bringing some fish from the shore and far off from the sea.

BUT Elei’s family doesn’t know of her secretly meeting with this shark man.

Until only a few months later. One of Elei’s relatives saw Nakoa and Elei together and they were deeply shocked. Thinking that Elei is in trouble. So they ran back to the village and told the people.

The villagers had quickly grabbed their weapons and ropes as they stormed their way to where Nakoa was at. They have already caught him and pinned him down before he uses brute force.

Elei had tried to explain to her family and friends but they wouldn't listen.

So they took Nakoa away from the beach and cage him up. And that’s when one of Nakoa’s kind saw this and was scared to see the humans taking him away.

So they dive back down to the ocean and warn the others.

Elei had tried to talk to the people but they still wouldn't listen. So she has no choice but to do this on her own. Planning to help Nakoa to escape.

Which she did and saw how weak Nakoa looked because of running out of oxygen. And staying on land for too long. She quickly helped Nakoa to get back at sea before seeing Nakoa’s kind came out of the sea and was going to attack her home. Along with the villagers who were going to attack the sea creatures.

But Nakoa and Elei had stopped them and reasoned with them. Nakoa had explained to his people that not ALL humans are not bad. Even Elei said the same thing about sea monsters.

So the two different races had decided to put their differences aside- Blah blah blah. You already know how it goes. Lol.

And a few years after their love and marriage, the two had started a family. The very first one on the island giving life to a hybrid.

Nakoa was also signing up to join the Marines to assist the humans into battle that was going on in the Pacific. When Tiala was born, that’s when he joined in. To make sure that his family and his new home are safe.

APPEARANCE:

This should be easy to describe. Ok, so imagine a full human body. The only parts that they have shark features are on the back, the arms, the neck, the teeth and on their hiney.

For their back, that will be where their first dorsal fins are at.

The arms are just the pectoral fins, one each on the forearms.

The neck, that will be where the gills should be at.

The teeth, the razor, sharp and sharky teeth. Careful, it’s painful when they bite.

And on their hiney; well not EXACTLY on their hiney. Maybe like between on their lower back and the hiney. Just like Price’s Dragon tail and Soap’s Wolf tail. THAT would be where their shark tail is at.

Ok, I think that’s about it for now. But I might come back here to update it for now.

The COD Monster!AU ideas is from @bluegiragi REALLY love her work on these guys!

And thank you, @justasmolbard for telling me the name of the artist. I'm having a hard time remembering the names 😅.

Anyway! Hope you guys enjoy this one! I might do another Monster Lore for you folks to read! Lol.

#monster 141 au #141 monster au #cod monster au #tiala shark toa #tiala toa #first sergeant tiala shark toa #first sergeant tiala toa #first sergeant shark #first sergeant toa #kanoa toa #captain kanoa toa #captain toa #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty oc #cod mw2 #cod oc #call of duty original character #call of duty mw2

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ruinaimagines · 1 year

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rodya x reader hcs maybe..... :3

Uh yes, absolutely. Wife.

Rodion x Reader Headcanons:

Rodya’s casual demeanor and confidence make her a partner who is not afraid of complimenting you and being affectionate when she sees fit. Given her general indifference to others’ opinions this includes when in the presence of others so long as you yourself do not mind.

At first it can be a bit difficult to tell whether or not she’s interested in you, or just being friendly like she is with any other. You’ll find though that through lingering touches, devoting more time alongside you, as well as almost trying to impress you in some ways that it is the first option.

Fret not though if you’re a bit oblivious. Much of what Rodya does is just her winging it. She is not devoid of anxieties, in fact she has plentiful self doubt, it is just hidden under a guise of boldness. I can see her confessing as a risky and impulsive jump into the unknown as she does with many things.

She’s very observant of the body language and the mood of others, being quite the empathetic and compassionate person. This extends especially to people she hangs around in particular. Even if you’re doing a good job at hiding something she will be able to sniff it out.

Has an excellent ability to raise the moods in solemn situations, assuming that they aren’t bad enough that it would be inappropriate to do so. If you’re having an off day, you can worry not because Rodya will manage to pull you out of it. Whether it’s by words, or actions, she knows what to do and hates just leaving you upset.

Very physically and verbally affectionate! This tall woman will randomly walk up behind you and drape her arms over your shoulders in a hug if you’re shorter than her, resting her head sideways on your shoulder. Encourages you to sit next to her, and if this is on the bus sorry to whoever was next to her but they’re kind of getting kicked out of their seat

I wouldn’t describe her as needy by any means, but she is quite the tease. If you’re in the middle of something that requires your full attention, she might huff about it. It’s all fun and games though, she doesn’t actually mind.

You might expect that being in a relationship with this woman would be rather eventful due to her relatively strong personality, but something you’ll find is that a lot of the time she just enjoys sitting in silence and small talk with you. She’s an extroverted individual who’s good with people, but that doesn’t take away the fact that sometimes she just needs to slow down from everything.

Sometimes you can catch her staring at you or whatever it is you’re doing, occasionally accompanied by a question or two as she props her face up in her hands, leaning over to look. Honestly kind of nosy, might even scare you if you aren’t paying attention because you’ll just suddenly hear “Whatcha working on, hmm?” over your shoulder. Chances are she won’t be leaving without an answer too.

You can always tell when she wants a favor from you because she will get a certain tone of voice and a loose, mischievous smile. Doesn’t even need to open her mouth because next thing you know she’s wrapping her arm around you and going “Heyyyy~ You busy?” Makes it out to be something really big she’s asking of you when it usually isn’t really much of a problem. Definitely will call you any nicknames if she has them for you. If you’re unavailable for it she won’t press too much either, usually just accepts it and finds someone else or does it herself.

Teases you a lot. Prepare for it, because it comes in basically any form or way she sees opportunity for. If you’re shorter than her, this includes holding things away from you, randomly picking you up. Will enjoy flustering you and getting on your nerves in an impish way (nothing too serious). I do recommend establishing some boundaries if there are anything off limits, because even though they can seem a bit rude she does it out of love and in a play-fight manner.

RIP if you don’t like PDA because she will almost never leave your side and will be very vocal about her care for you. You seem embarrassed? That encourages her more. Is constantly leaning on you, playing with your hair, holding onto you, whatever it may be. There is no subtleness.

The good news is she isn’t absolutely unbearable, while you two have become a bit of an infamous couple, she has enough decency that people don’t dread being in the same room as you. A lot of the time the reason you’re so aware is because you’re the recipient.

Rodion will take risks for fun all in the sake of having a good time and dragging you along. Takes rules more like suggestions, and if you’re on a date and she sees a scenic place behind chain link gates and ‘no-trespassing’ signs she will find a way to convince you to come along. To her unless they are explicitly very dangerous private properties, it’s all fair game as long as no one sees you, right?

If you’re as adventurous as her, great! Though admittedly that will probably get you into some messes. If you’re a bit apprehensive she is a very smooth talker, and will encourage you to come along and that there’s nothing to worry about. I mean, look at the place, it’s completely vacant! No need to fret, you’re just taking a peek.

Whether you realize it or not you will be coming with her unless you genuinely convince her otherwise. She keeps a very close eye on you, reassuring you and settling down in a spot with a beautiful view.

She is all for trying new things, and depending on just how intricate and fun it is to get to, you might end up having a new hangout area in the city if you’re staying there for a bit. Some place up and away from the usual buzz of the population. Just you two.

If you do get caught well.. Rodya’s charisma has had to save you one too many times. Usually it’s only by thugs on the street or those part of lesser syndicates, still through carefully selected words you usually get of there without a scuffle.

She laughs about it later, to her that’s just part of the fun, and even if you are a bit anxious her bright attitude to the situation will help you loosen up too. For now, you’ll have to settle in a familiar place, but you got an interesting story out of it!

Without a doubt takes you to get drinks and the two of you are so rambunctious, she finds everything funny and because of her stupid humor, even if you aren’t under the influence you can’t help but laugh along. Tears are in her eyes as she’s wheezing and grabbing onto you for support, nearly collapsing in her seat.

Whenever she’s out shopping she will buy you little things she thinks are cute and that remind her of you. Usually these are little keychains either with charms or plushies on them, especially if said plushes look a little wonky. She says it gives them personality.

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jovenshires · 4 months

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AO3 Wrapped for Writers 2023

no one tagged me, i just wanted to do this so i found a format and added to it a little bit. anybody who wants to do this is welcome to say i tagged them <3<3<3 or don't just do it bc its fun and silly <3<3<3

EDIT: i saw like yesterday (days after i drafted this) that @lilac-hecox did this first so MAJOR credit to lilac for doing it first!!

Works Published: 12

Word Count: 144,428

Bookmarks: 111

Most Popular by Kudos: right where you left me (damien/shayne, rated teen and up, 24k words, 141 kudos)

Most Hits: the right side of my neck (still smells like you) (spencer/tommy, rated teen and up, 3k words, 1k hits)

Longest: if we keep score (spencer/tommy soccer au, rated mature, 52k words)

Shortest: he said baby (that's what he called me) (spencer/tommy, rated general audiences, 2k words)

Most Comments: right where you left me with 42 comments

Most Memorable Comment: honestly every comment i got was insanely sweet and everything to me but. i have to give it to my fave fic analyst, @wallpaper-inside-my-heart for every comment she has ever left, but especially the one about the hands. i won't post it all here but here's a snippet:

so… how long does it take katie to mention hands in each of her fics? Well, let’s get right into it 1.) the moon and the stars: first mention roughly 1k words in, handholding ensues (relatively mild stuff) total hand count : 12 2.) the right side of my neck hand mention right in the description, we are starting of strong! and only 571 words until the first hand grab! total hand count: 20, 5 of those include hand to hand contact with eachother 3.) baby, you’re a haunted house ah, I forgot that I also contributed to the hand agenda aka mentioned directly in the prompt 33 words until hand mention in the fic!! your personal record, I believe <3 in total 19 hand mentions, 8 of which directly related to hand holding 😹💕 4.) baby, that’s what he called me 927 words until the first hand mention, I would say you are holding back again; but it does include tommy soothing spencer so only 8 hand mentions?? however most of them include skin contact and comfort so… my point still stands 5.) they lost their minds 442 words until first hand mention, we are getting lower again! 16 hand mentions, half of which include skin contact 🫶 6.) i could be the reason 824 words until amengela get their first hand mention! 15 hand mentions, 6 of which include contact! definitely much less hand focused than your prior fics, but it’s still there! 7.) ‘til our fingers decompose, keep my hand in yours I mean… it’s literally in the title this time 😹 it does take almost 2222 words until the first actual hand mention; however, it is once again the initiation of hand-holding! said handholding makes up 80% of the hand mentions in this fic, with the remaining two including skin contact as well 8.) rwylm I open this fic, search for “hand” and then just stare at that 58 for a little while 😹😹💕 now it does take 914 words until the first one is mentioned and upon further inspection, the lack of physical contact in those hand mention reflects the loneliness Shayne feels in this fic so well! tho I love that a couple of them are ppl reaching out to Shayne as comfort! 🥹 and then the 9 hand touches initiated by Damien + the single one by Shayne!! → feeling slightly insane about this rn 💜 9.) sunflower 384 words until hands make their first appearance! 26 hand mentions; out of those only 5 of those include direct contact between our heroes, which feels very fitting for a secret identity fic! <3 10.) domo katie… idk how to tell you this… but there are 70 hand mentions in this (53, excluding verbs that contain the word, etc.) and you know full well that the first one makes an appearance in the second sentence of this (absolutely amazing) fanfic now how many of those mentions are spencer just thinking about tommy’s hands, you may ask? 30 mentions or rather 57% of the total count! → the last mention is literally even more HEARTBREAKING in this context!!, I feel the need to underline that again!

Fic that made me cry: oh.... right where you left me AND dancing on my own (spencer/tommy, rated teen and up, 21k words)

Fic that made me smile: sunflower (spencer/tommy spiderman au, rated teen and up, 12k words) got some good chuckles outta me!

Main character I wrote: spencer agnew (9 works) followed by tommy bowe (8 works) and shayne topp (6 works)

Top tropes: first kiss (6 works), established relationship (4 works), and pining (4 works)

Gifts: blue christmas for nat and we can leave the christmas lights up 'til january for stella (technically baby, you're a haunted house was Also for stella though i didn't know it at the time xoxo)

Collaborations: none this year..... maybe 2024? haha jk.............. unless?

Events: also none this year. maybe ill organize an event in 2024. once again haha jk...................................... unless?

thank you for coming along on my fic renaissance!! see you next year,,,, ive got BIG things planned <3<3<3

#personal #tag game #fic #katie writes #rpf

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cookierunauprompts · 3 months

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A request I humbly make. A prompt where Meringue Cookie GETS HER REAR HANDED TO HER. Her village, destroyed, her slaves, freed, and her face punched in by Pure Vanilla, Gingerbrave and a very angry Shadow Milk. (sorry if this is too demanding/expecting you to change your AU story thus far)

The thing is, the villagers of the Meringue Village aren't slaves. More like followers. They trust in Meringue Cookie to lead them towards the promised land, towards salvation. Sure their former identities were wiped clean but they don't know that, they only know what they need to know. Such things being that staying in the village keeps them safe, and that Meringue Cookie and their lovely prophet are both blessed by the witches (with the prophet(Marshmallow Fluff) being a gift from the witches).

And I doubt that the Meringue Village will ever get destroyed, Meringue Cookie actually does try to protect it even if it's only to serve her ego. And as for defeating Meringue Cookie herself... well, it's a full on battle in the physical, mental and emotional sense for a few of the characters, namely Pure Vanilla.

Meringue Cookie is constantly gaining power, constantly getting stronger and stronger and the fact that she takes White Lily's soul jam from her makes it hard to actually keep up with her. Hence why Gingerbrave and crew need to keep getting stronger at the same pace. But now that Meringue Cookie acknowledges them as a threat she will not be going easy on them, on anyone.

She's lost herself to her own megalomania, and at the rate she's going at she could probably be considered as one of the witches even.

And considering the fact that she was able to split Shadow Milk in two when he was in his prime(aka pre-sealed)? And she wasn't even at her strongest? Well, who knows just how strong she's become, because she certainly refused to get weaker.

And another thing on the villagers... I don't think they'd be able to live relatively normal lives after this. After all the only people to have ever escaped the cult were former soul jam holders and two cookies with the souls of witches.

#cookie run #cookie run kingdom #not a prompt #cookie run au #crk #cr kingdom #it would probably be incredibly cathartic to see happen though... but unfortunately it's almost impossible

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ophelia-jones · 6 months

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Kinktober submission:

Vouyerism ; masturbation 18+

She knew damn well who he was; she'd seen him while he was in Alexandria's little prison for so long. He'd been in there for a long time before Nina had even arrived at the community, ragged and desperate. They had been reluctant to take her in and help, and these years later she understood. She understood what strangers had done to them. She had heard what Negan had done.

Still. Who hadn't done regrettable things? Who hadn't gone crazy and devolved into their most primal state of humanity? Maybe being in a peaceful, relatively safe place skewed her judgment, but she wasn't afraid of him. It didn't hurt that he was hotter than hell itself; a temptation she wouldn't mind burning herself on.

So, one sultry summer evening as he worked alone weeding the garden outside her window, Nina found herself wondering what it would be like to bring Negan in and fuck him into a coma. She had to wonder which of them would beg for mercy first and decided it would be a long, delicious competition between them.

As he slipped out of his long sleeve shirt to reveal a wiry strength she had not entirely expected. After all, he was only let out of that cell so often even now. Granted, gardening was a physical chore, but he must spend a great deal of his time working out to stay strong. She wondered what else he did all alone in the dark, smiling at the thought of him lying on the mattress, lonely and bored, his hand slipping down into his pants to wake his cock up and rub one out - and who he might think of while he did.

He must've felt her eyes on him because he turned to look and met her gaze with those dark eyes that seemed to see right into a person's thoughts. The little smile he gave her added to that suspicion and made Nina's skin feel flush.

She hadn't planned on playing games with him, but when the opportunity presented itself she couldn't resist. She reached down and grabbed the hem of her shirt and lifted it up and over her head. She tossed it aside and saw that she had his undivided attention.

She cupped her breasts through the worn pink lace that hid very little of her small but perfectly shaped breasts. Her nipples hardened almost before her fingers grazed them, as if his gaze alone were enough.

Negan stopped what he had been pretending to do and watched, his lips parting slightly as he did. He licked his lower lip slowly as he watched and Nina imagined what it would feel like, that hot wet tongue tracing circles around her nipples, as she did exactly that with her fingers.

She slipped out of the lacy bra, emboldened by his interest. The breeze through the open window was sensual as it caressed her naked skin and blew her hair back from her face. Negan smiled at her, a full, cheeky grin that made her grow wet just because he had given it to her. He smiled like that at her, he liked what he saw and wanted her to know.

Nina moved out of view for a moment, and she hoped he didn't leave, but she couldn't remove her jeans gracefully and didn't want to ruin the show. When she stepped back into view, Negan had returned to gardening, but his eye was drawn back when he saw movement once again. Nina, now dressed only in a pair of pink lace panties, turned slowly and bent as if to pick something up off the floor.

She glanced back over her shoulder at him, and Negan nodded. He definitely liked what he saw. Sitting on the foot of her bed, Nina spread her legs and slid her hand into her panties, her eyes locked with his as her fingers found the swollen little nub and began to flick lightly at it.

Negan leaned on his hoe and watched admiringly. As she watched, he moved one long-fingered hand down to the front of his pants to adjust the obvious hard-on pressing against his zipper. Nina licked her lips at him and smiled. She wished she could taste his salty cock, but this was somehow more fun.

She rocked back on her backside and slid the panties off, sitting upright once more with her legs spread wide so he could see every bit of her and he shook his head at her to say she was torturing him in the most wonderful way. His hand was in his pocket now and she knew his hard cock was in his hand. A rush of wet heat flooded her and she bit her lip to keep from moaning out loud. She used her fingers to open herself even further, then slowly slid two fingers up inside herself slowly, savoring the way she could feel the touch on her skin in ways a faster, harder touch would forego. Her eye closed and she shivered at the feeling. When she opened her eyes Negan had looked away - glancing around to see if anyone else was around and might see the condition of his tented pants. No one was nearby and he looked back at her again.

She was too aroused to stop now, reaching under her mattress to withdraw a small, red tube shaped item - Negan's eyes narrowed slightly and then his head fell back slightly, his eyes wide as he continued to watch.

Nina turned on the vibrator, something she did frugally these days. Batteries were hard to come by, but desperate times called for desperate measures and she was quickly becoming desperate to come.

She touched the bullet vibrator to her aching clit and her legs closed around it reflexively. Her whole body reacted as she leaned forward, her tits thrust out and her head fell back. She wasn't looking at Negan anymore but certain he was watching every second of this. She sat up on her knees and put the toy between her heels before rocking back onto it and beginning to ride it as she imagined it were him.

She began to rub her clit in tight, firm circles and when her orgasm broke, she sat up on her knees so he saw the way she tightened so much that her arousal squirted out and down her legs.

Satisfied and smiling, she looked back to see the way he stared.

"Dirty, DIRTY girl!" He mouthed with that smile of his. Nina sauntered toward the window, winking at him as she casually dropped her panties out onto the grass before she pulled the shade down.

Negan was grinning as he walked casually her way to pick them up and place them in his pocket.

"Thank you, darlin'," he whispered in a hoarse, gravelly voice through the still open window before he walked away whistling happily.

#negan smut #twd negan #negan #negan smith #kinktober #watch me masturbate

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isagrimorie · 4 months

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@lovecanbesostrange: For the Borg stuff, pretty much what you usually talk about. I mean we can't go back and add that many visible implants/reminders. They really gave us beautiful-woman-in-tight-suit and when it fit the narrative it was "btw her head can open up and this is her actual vision". But mostly it felt like her nanobots and some enhanced senses were a nice deal. tbh I don't think PIC S2 did that good of a job to highlight what it meant for Seven to be 100% human. And in a show

Honestly? I agree with you -- it's like they had it in the first 3 episodes, and then just lightly touched on it after -- again, 10 episodes is not enough time with a story with such big ideas.

There's so much they could have done more than the visual of Seven not having her implants anymore. Seven was fully Human -- not just visually Human.

This means a lot of changes to Seven, not just intellectually. She had a visual acuity of 99.3% or something. She could see temporal changes. Her vision had a green filter.

The fact that she's not bowled over at seeing full color the whole time, like people who were color blind and seeing the full spectrum of color the first time is frankly astonishing.

Seven, being frustrated at not being as strong, being amazed she doesn't hear anything more than the ordinary person.

And she doesn't have steel running through her bones, which means she is also physically lighter.

She should find trade-offs to being fully Human. She finds that she loves it but also realizes she kind of hates it too and misses some of the things her implants gave her.

But the show is called Picard and at the end of the day, they will prioritize the time and scene-stopping moments when Picard has to hallucinate about his dead mother. (Sorry, I'm salty about the middle part so much).

lovecanbesostrange: with her as the center character again, we could maybe find some odd curiosities about her day to day behavior. Like everything you mention here. Including the standing for example. || I was actually more interested in the Romulans and the Borg separately than anything to do with the main AI storyline. Everything was way too big in PIC (which is also why I don't enjoy lots of stuff in DSC; make it smaller!).

This is where I trust in Terry Matalas, I know Terry from 12 Monkeys, and I trust he would handle Seven's story well. I also tracked what he said he wanted to do if given the chance to run with a new show -- and that he would love to go back to episodic storylines with some linking arcs.

Terry also likes writing about characters who carry a lot of guilt for what they've done in the past and complicated and messy characters who, in the end, are trying to do the best they can, which is something Seven fits to a tee.

(If you haven't seen 12 Monkeys yet, I highly recommend it! 4 seasons of great sci-fi time travel TV! And Jones is really very much influenced by Janeway!)

But my dearest wish is for the possible show to have Seven falling in love with Science again. I missed her doing science. I miss her turning up in a Jeffries tube unexpectedly doing repairs because it calms her down.

I miss her popping into an Astrometrics lab just to watch the stars.

I love warrior!Seven, but being a warrior is not just all who Seven is. She's a scientist, an engineer. She wanted to put star charts up on her wall because they pleased her aesthetically.

Seven was the unofficial Science Officer of Voyager. I hope we get that reflected, I hope in the pinning ceremony, Janeway quizzes her on all things science just like that one Admiral did to Janeway in Relativity.

I wish, I wish, I wish.

#star trek legacy #mmaybe #wishlist #seven of nine #replies #lovecanbesostrange

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i know i gotta get bios up for my girlies haru & amala, but here's a few factoids about them that might be helpful for the time being:

haru and amala are twins. haru is the older, amala the younger.

they were orphaned as small children and split up as there were no known relatives to care for them.

haru was sent to the nearest druidic circle — a small grove shielded by a large, wild, and overgrown forest.

they say it takes a village to raise a child, and that was exactly the way haru was raised. as the only little one in the circle, her care was split among the druids of the grove. she could eat at one person's house and sleep at another's, and then take breakfast at another's home still.

this wasn't a problem in the slightest because haru was deeply beloved by all for her kind nature and sweet demeanor. she was truly a happy child with a natural curiosity for the world around her. this was later fostered by the elders of her circle, who believed her care and love for nature could one day make her a fine archdruid.

her friends throughout her childhood/adolescence were primarily animals and flowers. while the adults who cared for her always humored her childish shenanigans, she had no peers she could relate to. as it turns out, raccoons, possums, and fawns make excellent partners in mischief. and as for the flowers, well … they tend to have a knack for being good listeners.

after taking up druidic studies, haru chose to focus in healing.

haru has never left the forest surrounding the grove — at least, not before being taken aboard the nautiloid.

she has also never experienced romantic love and physical intimacy. she's never had her first kiss. if asked about it, she'll explain that she saw all of her fellow druids as brothers, sisters, aunts and uncles, and they still saw her as their little baby ru.

amala, on the other hand, was sent to a patriar family in the upper city of baldur's gate claiming they wanted a child of their own after failing to conceive. that was a lie.

amala actually ended up becoming something of a servant — even as a child. she was given a small simple room, plain clothes, and meals twice a day. she was then trained how to clean the manse, wash dishes, and do laundry to the liking of the lord and lady of the house.

she was rarely given free time and punished severely for disobedience. amala's spirit was too strong to be broken, but she quickly learned to bite her tongue and vent her frustrations behind closed doors.

as she grew older, the lady of the house banned her from working during the day. amala was becoming quite the beauty, with her golden eyes, full lips, and dark wild hair. for fear of her husband's wandering gaze catching that of their house servant, amala began working through the nights instead. there was a silver lining, however; she could slip out during the day, when her absence was less likely to be noticed, and explore baldur's gate and all of its wonders.

like her older sister, amala always had a penchant for mischief which continued well into her adulthood. she caught many adoring eye, especially in the taverns. she'd use their attraction to get what she wanted, whether it was free drinks, free food, or little trinkets she could later sell off to fund her eventual escape.

indeed, amala had plans to escape servitude, and crafted them for many years. after acquiring enough coin, she'd fake her own death and slip away into the lower city, where she would hopefully find herself a home and work to support herself.

however, this all changed when, after a long night of work and a particularly unpleasant berating from her employer, amala was approached by a dark, alien presence. though it never identified itself to her, claiming its being was beyond her comprehension, it made great promises of power and freedom. she need not do anything in exchange except pledge to use her powers. doing so would illicit the madness and insanity this being feasted on; its true motivations could not be parsed by the feeble mind of a mortal. it was a good deal, so she agreed, and this is how amala made her warlock pact.

for weeks she prepared her vengeance against the patriars who enslaved her. their deaths would be long, painful affairs, and after acquiring all of the equipment, she made her way through the winding halls of the manse to pull them from bed. it was as she crossed the courtyard that she was captured by the passing nautiloid.

#✎ ੈ˳ THE TADPOLE THAT ATE MY BRAIN — ooc.#*･༓☾ WHAT HAS SUNK MAY RISE — amala arilla !#*･༓☾ AMALA ARILLA — headcanon !#❀•*₊° A DREAM OF SPRING— haru arilla !#❀•*₊° HARU ARILLA — headcanon !#tw: death mention #tw: long post

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5. Has your OC always had the same opinion of themselves or has this changed over time? Have they learned to love themselves - perhaps with the help of others - as their journey progressed? Or have the consequences of their actions only served to erode their sense of self-worth? for Aemon

You know what, this is sort of perfect for him, because a lot of his character arc is about this & this ask gives me a chance to really think about it.

Minor spoilers for Chapter 13 (I've already alluded to them, but I'm noting it anyway) & beyond are below the cut.

When we first meet Aemon as a sentient character in Chapter 11/"Be Not A Bed Of Roses," he doesn't have the most developed sense of who he is, because he's 5, but he trusts the world & the people in it & thinks well about himself because he's never been given a reason not to. He "knows" how his life is going to go with all the confidence of a child who has been loved & nurtured, & who has an older sister he looks up to that has given him a tangible goal that she herself accomplished. He's not always sure of himself, because again, five-years-old, but those fears are, generally, other people's problems & have nothing to do with how he sees himself. He maintains this throughout Chapter 12/"In The Name Of The Mother, In The Name Of The Father," as well because not a lot different happens to him.

In Chapter 13 (tentatively 2 halves, we'll see what it starts looking like when I get to writing) things get to be a different story. He was the only one there when his mom died, he saw what happened & he was powerless to stop what was going on because he was 6 & was too physically weak to do anything, & because he hadn't claimed Silverwing at that point. There was, quite literally, nothing he could have done to stop what was going on, & he blacks out before going largely non-verbal for a good month-and-a-half. He doesn't necessarily blame himself for what happened, not fully anyway. He definitely lays blame at Daemon's feet because, well, he's who did it. But Aemon does think he should have been able to do something: if he was big & strong like Ser Gerold & Ser Gunthor he could have stopped his dad, if he had claimed Silverwing earlier he could have stopped his dad. Just a lot of really heavy stuff that he lays on himself even though he's really young, that he sort of buckles under the weight of for a while & lets control a lot of things that happen once he's sent to be fostered in The North.

It takes a really long time for him to recover from actively thinking about how he could have/should have done something, & from how badly he views his response to the direct & quite frankly dark trauma of witnessing his mom's murder. Truthfully, a lot of it doesn't every really leave him: he trains ridiculously hard to get Big And Strong because he doesn't want to ever be in a situation where he can't protect someone ever again, he hates how he clams up and reverts to how he was when the trauma was fresh if he's put in a situation that makes him confront Daemon is a real person who exists, he dislikes how his reaction made him isolated from other people because it made him weird (& that fuels a lot of his closeness with Helaena later on once they meet).

His siblings & their spouses all help on some level, by going to visit him while he's fostering most times he asks & constantly writing him & showing him lots of attentive care that reinforces that they still love him & don't blame him for anything because he was a literal child & that he was sent away to help everyone/not just to get him out of the way. A lot of the work gets done by the House fostering him (don't want to necessarily spoil where he goes since I'm already spilling some of his emotional arc, lol), because they're who he's around all the time & reassure him & put in a lot of the Ye Olde Therapy work. Also, ngl, his boyfriend does a lot of the helping. His Non-Relative-Bestie/Foster Brother/Lover (Aemon is going full Fucky Targ Relationship Dynamics lmao) is his manic pixie dream boy toy who helps Aemon do a lot of inner work to get okay with things by being a stable, supportive presence in his life who sees all of/the worst of him & never gets scared away.

So by the time Aemon gets back to Runestone once he's 16, I'm not gonna say he's back to where he was, because Kill The Boy And Let The Goth Be Born, but he's doing about as well as one can when you live in a setting/time period where therapy doesn't exist. He sees himself in a way better & healthier way. None of the negativity ever leaves him, because what he saw just irrevocably altered him, how could it not? He gets to thinking about himself positively though, & once he's back home & starts growing up he keeps making little bits of progress until he's got a good view of himself a good 85-90% of the time/really needs a dark moment to get in a bad Self Image place again.

#ocs #oc: aemon royce #sotf commentary

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3 + 17 + 21 for the book asks! :D

Yeee!

3. What were your top five books of the year?

-Swordheart by T Kingfisher

Amazing fantasy/romance about a woman attempting to be married off by her family, who finds a magical sword left to her by a deceased relative. When she draws the sword, it releases an immortal warrior bound to serve whoever wields the sword. The two of them then escape together and travel across the land in search of legal help for her. Halla and Sarkis are amazing characters, with great chemistry and the journey they take together, both physically and emotionally, is soooo good.

-City of Girls by Elizabeth Gilbert

Historical fiction/coming of age set in New York City in 1940 about a young woman named Vivian, who's been kicked out of college and is sent to live with her theatre director aunt. I'll talk about this book more in just a sec haha.

-And Then There Were None by Agatha Christie

A crime/thriller about a bunch of people invited to an isolated island by a mysterious person known as U.N Owen, however soon after they all arrive, they start dying one by one to the theme of a haunting nursery rhyme. Agatha Christie is the queen of crime for a reason and while I'm most familiar with her Poirot mysteries, this standalone book was so creepy, so atmospheric, and full of so much dread that I think it might be my favourite of hers that I've read so far.

-The Locked Tomb series by Tamsyn Muir

You may have seen me reblog quite a bit of stuff from this series and that's only because it took over my life for a good few months there. This series is so hard to concisely describe because it's unlike anything I've ever read before. It's a Scifi series set in the distant future where humanity is spread out across the solar system, and there's a House on each planet that practices some form of necromancy. Book 1 follows our protag Gideon, an indentured servant to the ninth house, being roped into joining the reverend daughter of the house, Harrow (who she fucking hates) in this competition where duos from each of the nine houses are sent to a dilapidated castle on a distant planet to try and unlock the mystery of ascending to a higher power known as lychtorhood. All you need to know is that the series is funny, action-packed, mysterious, confusing, often mind-fucky, and gay as hell. Just read it.

-She Loves to Cook and She Loves to Eat by Sakaomi Yuzaki.

A manga series this time! I read quite a few manga series that I really loved this year (Cherry Magic and My Love Mix-up were also contenders for this spot) but this series holds such a special place in my heart. It's a slice of life romance about two women, Nomoto and Kasuga, who live in the same apartment building and bond over their mutual love of food. They cook together, go out to eat together, and just spend loads of time together. It's very sweet and wholesome. Watching them grow closer and seeing how much they love spending time with the other and are just looking for any excuse to invite the other over is sooo cute. There are 3 volumes out in English rn as well as season 1 of a live action tv show adaptation, which is also really good. It truly makes my heart sing and is the best Yuri manga I've read so far.

17. Did any books surprise you with how good they were?

Here's where I circle back to City of Girls! I knew very little about the book going in and was surprised at how immediately taken I was with it! The narrative voice is so strong, and the way the book tackles so many things- friendship, romance, sex, family, passion, changing political climates, class- it's all so good. The book is a wild ride. You go through a lot with Vivian, including her highest highs and lowest lows, but through it all you see the simple journey of life that everyone goes through. It's truly an amazing book and one I'd recommend to everyone, even if you don't typically reach for historical fiction.

21. Did you participate in or watch any booklr, booktube, or book twitter drama?

I haven't participated in any but I've seen quite a few unfold. The ones sticking out to me rn are that girl on tiktok who would loudly and publicly thirst over hockey players because they reminded her of fictional hockey players she'd read about in sports romances, to the point where she was literally at games irl filming these men and catcalling them. It got so bad that the wife of one of the players came out on instagram to talk about how uncomfortable this shit made her and her husband feel and the tiktoker's reaction was to be like LOL get over it. wild.

There was the one where this indie horror author saw a negative review of one of his books, so he publicly started dragging the girl who'd made the review and even dedicated a book he wrote to her, and was just generally a massive dick.

And most recently that upcoming debut author who had made a bunch of fake accounts on goodreads to boost the rating of her book and bomb the ratings of fellow debut authors. Then when people started to follow the trail of breadcrumbs she'd inadvertently left behind, she made a fake conversation between her and a supposed 'friend' on discord admitting to being the one behind the review bombs. Eventually, proof of her being the culprit got released and she lost her book deal, her agent, and all her author friends. Sucks to suck.

#thank you for the questions!#gotta love the book drama #asks #end of year book asks

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