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cryptidghostgirl · 1 month

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I had this though on a cute little one shot for Alastor x chubby reader in the hotel I was wondering if you would like to run with it? Where the reader gets some nail varnish that matches their lip color without thinking about it. Alastor becomes rather fond of them wearing the color and eventually it vanishes after Angel points out that it’s almost the exact same color as the reader’s lips.

The reader ends up pouting a bit over it because they can’t find it anywhere in stores anymore. They ask Angel if they borrowed it to Angel’s confusioned response to the tune of “why the fuck would I want to wear your lip color?” And it gets to the point they ask for Nifty’s help finding it while Alastor is trying to avoid the topic entirely. Eventually Nifty DOES find it in the radio tower much to Alastor’s flustered frustration.

A/N oh hell yes i can do this. 11/10. Also I am skipping the fuck around in my request order, I am so nervous about posting cover up pt 4. I promise it will come out soon.

Spicy Sienna and Berry Naughty (Alastor x Gn!Chubby!Reader)

Pairing: Alastor x Reader

Warnings: Uhhh I got a little suggestive with this one guys. Sorry. Also,, Alastor is a little creepy and stalkery and has a thing about hands. This one just came out all around weird. Also, I named it after my favorite lip and nail polish matching combo so don't judge the fic by its name. Also Alastor sexualizes the reader a bit. Let me know if I missed anything. (guys i really have no idea what happened with this one, i am so sorry. I hope you still like it.) Also,, Alastor is for sure ooc.

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"Is that a new color?"

Alastor's ears perked up. He didn't turn to face the source of the sound but he listened. There was only one person in the hotel Angel would direct such a question towards after all.

"Yeah. It's essie, Berry Naughty is the name I think? Nail polish and makeup products always get called the silliest things. Do you like it?"

Y/n was the Hazbin Hotel's newest resident. They had arrived just a few weeks before, brought into the fold by Angel himself. The pair were old friends apparently, knew each other from back when they were alive.

"Yeah, it suits you. A lot more than that blue you used to wear."

There were three things the pair could be discussing in Alastor's mind. The first was Y/n's clothing. They were always dressed to the nines, decked out in some crazy ensemble or another.

At first, it had seemed foolish to Alastor. Anyone who cared that much about what they looked like had no shot at being an enjoyable person in his mind. That was before he had started to get to know the demon, seen the joy it brought them to indulge in fashion, realized the things they wore were for them and them alone. Everything had changed with that. It wasn't about persuasion, getting attention, facade. It was just who they were.

The thing about this first theory, however, was that Y/n almost never wore blue.

"Hey!" Y/n laughed, sounding a tad offended, "I liked the blue and I still might go back to it."

The second option was lipstick. Another little hobby the demon indulged in that had caused Alastor to misjudge their character upon their arrival was the makeup. Every few days, they would come down from their room in one crazy look or another. It was always something dramatic, coordinated perfectly to whatever else they had going on. If Y/n loved anything, they loved a theme.

Alastor had again made the mistake of assuming Y/n's enjoyment of such a thing was a representation of their vapidness when he had first met them. He would not be making that mistake again. The thing was, for all their wild self expression and experimental use of colors, he had never once see them sporting blue lipstick, he couldn't even picture it.

"What! I'm just sayin." Angel teased.

The third and final option, the one Alastor decided was what they must be discussing, was their nail polish. Y/n loved the act of painting nails, called it a ritual of self adoration. The way they talked about it, someone would think they were dedicating sacrifices at an alter to the gods. Every week, like clockwork, they would repaint them. Monday afternoons, four o'clock sharp. Their favorite color of late had indeed been a dark, almost black, blue. Alastor had liked it. The color had made something about their hands shine.

"Rude." Y/n scoffed in reply.

Alastor had always loved Y/n's hands. He had always had a thing about hands. In his opinion, hands were the most telling part of a person, or demon even. They showed nerves, experience, hard work -- went straight through to the core of who a person was. A carpenter's hands were rough, a cook's were scarred, an artists stained with color, a string musician's had calluses on the fingertips. Yes, a lot about a person could be learned from their hands.

Y/n's hands were soft, on the smaller side, and without the bony protrusions of their knuckles so many people seemed to admire now days. Alastor had never understood the desirability of skeletal thinness. It was impractical and uncomfortable. Y/n's hands suited them perfectly, Alastor thought. They were his favorite pair of hands to watch, the way they would flit across the keys of a piano, the way they kneaded the dough when she baked, the way they held a pen.

"I mean, it does match your lipstick now which is kinda a look."

At this, Alastor really did turn around. He couldn't help himself.

Y/n and Angel were lounging on the couches of the hotel lobby. They were dressed down, wearing a pair of jeans that hugged their legs and a crop top that accentuated their body perfectly. They looked soft, they looked comfortable, they looked delicious.

The idea of hunger was a complicated one. When Alastor thought of other demons as delicious looking, it was because he wanted to eat them, to consume their flesh that is. Y/n was certainly delicious but, he had no desire to eat them. Not like that, at any rate.

Angel had been right, Alastor could see it from across the room. The soft ruddy red of their nail varnish matched the gloss coating their lips perfectly. Alastor had always loved the color red.

"Wait, really?" Y/n asked, holding a hand up to their face, by their mouth, their nails turned out towards Angel, "Is it bad?"

"Nah, it's honestly kinda a look."

Y/n hummed, moving their hand from their face and staring intently at their nails.

"Maybe it'll be my new color then... This is the gloss I wear when I'm just doing normal makeup."

"Cohesion is key." Angel noted, "If you have a look to fall back on, people tend to like that in my experience."

Y/n stayed true to their word and Alastor relished in this revelation. Over the course of the next week, nearly every time he spotted them around the hotel, they were wearing that same combination of nail polish and lipstick. It was a secret indulgence of his, a treasure.

They nearly caught him staring one time as they were talking with him. It was nothing special, just one of their average, casual chats about the ethics of one situation or another. For someone who had ended up in Hell, Y/n had a soft spot for moral philosophy. It was clearly spill over from some preoccupation of their mortal self.

Mid conversation, he had drifted off. He hadn't meant to, it was the way they talked. Y/n was an animated conversationalist, always moving their hands to accentuate their words in one way or another. It drew his eyes to their hands and their face equally, their nails and their pretty, dark red lips.

"Hey, Alastor... Alastor!"

"Yes, my dear?" he had quickly replied, snapping out of his stupor.

"Are you alright?"

"Why on earth wouldn't I be?"

"You just kinda... trailed off there."

Alastor tried his best to push his embarrassment to the side, to shake it off his shoulders seamlessly. Miraculously, he succeeded. He wasn't quite sure how, when they were watching him with such concern filling their eyes, a slight pout to their lips.

"Just a little distracted. Lots to do today. My apologies, my dear."

"And here I thought you loved deontological thought." Y/n had teased.

Everything was fine. Alastor didn't mind Angel having noticed, it was a well known fact the spider demon saw Y/n as a sibling rather than a potential partner. The pair had grown up together and when Sir Pentious, one night, had asked whether or not they had ever messed around with each other, seeing how close they were and comfortable with physical contact, the pair had made eye contact before each putting on their own display of disgust.

Alastor was good at seeing through people, he knew it hadn't been a show. What was a problem was when Husk somehow noticed the pairing of their lip and nail color as well.

Alastor had been talking to Charlie about one thing or another as Y/n shared a drink with Sir Pentious at the bar. He was half listening to Charlie, half to their conversation. Alastor always kept an ear out for Y/n's saccharine tones.

The pair had been chatting about how their respective journeys to redemption were going when Husk had cut in.

"Did you match your nail color to your lipstick?" he asked in mild amazement.

Alastor bristled. That fact was his, was for him. No one else was allowed to see.

"Yeah!" he heard Y/n brightly reply, a tinge of pride to their voice.

Though Alastor's back was to them, he could picture the way they must be holding their delicate, gentle hands up now.

"Isn't it cute?"

Husk whistled.

"Damn, Angel is finally rubbing off on you."

"I mean, I guess." came Y/n's hesitant reply.

"You trying to catch someone's attention?"

Alastor could hear his own heartbeat in the silence that proceeded their reply.

"I mean, not on purpose. Not with this. I just like the way it looks... I don't know, it makes me feel... pretty."

Y/n was right. Alastor knew for a fact, had seen it with his own eyes, how irresistible the combination made them look. Now others were starting to notice it as well and, well, Alastor couldn't have that, now could he.

The next morning, when Alastor came down for breakfast, he noticed Y/n sitting at the table, looking uncharacteristically despondent. His back to them as he began to prepare his morning cup of coffee, he smiled.

"What's got you down, my dear?" he asked and Y/n sighed.

"My nail polish disappeared."

So, they had already noticed. Alastor picked the carton of milk up off the counter.

"Don't you have others? You're always a veritable rainbow of color!"

Alastor kept his voice light and cheery. His coffee made, he took a seat at the table across from them.

"Yeah, I guess. I just liked that one. It matched my favorite lipstick."

"Couldn't you try another color? That midnight blue last week was rather nice."

"Yeah, I guess." suddenly, their eyes shot up to his, a smile breaking out across their face, "Wait, Al! You're a genius! I'll just go buy another bottle!"

When Y/n returned from the store a few hours later, their gray cloud had returned.

"Are you alright?" Vaggie asked as they slumped onto the couch beside her.

Alastor couldn't help but note, from his hiding place, the way the act of sitting changed their body. They were beautiful standing, stunning even, but something about the way their thighs spread out over the surface of the couch...

"Yeah." Y/n grumbled, "Just... bummed."

"Oh no!" Charlie exclaimed, walking away from the bulletin board she was planning their next lesson on and joining the pair, "What happened?"

"It's stupid." Y/n groaned, throwing their head back.

"Wrong guy hit on you?" Angel teased and they immediately righted themselves, shooting him a glare.

"No." they pointedly replied, "Just... that nail polish? Berry Naughty or whatever its called? The one that matched my Spicy Sienna gloss?"

"Damn, you're pulling out the color names." Angel laughed, "Yeah, I know. What about it?"

"I can't find my bottle anywhere and I went to like seven different stores today and none of them had it! Not one! You didn't borrow it, did'ya Ant?"

Angel put a hand to his chest dramatically.

"Who, me?"

Y/n rolled their eyes.

"Nah." he waved them off, "You know I always ask before I borrow. I learned that lesson about you the hard way."

Y/n sighed despondently again.

"I'm sorry." Charlie hummed, patting Y/n's knee comfortingly, "I know it was making you really happy."

"It's silly." they shook their head, "It's just nail polish."

"Yeah but, it clearly brought you a lot of joy." Charlie insisted, "What if I ask Nifty to keep an eye out for it around the hotel?"

Alastor almost let the shadows hiding him from the group in the corner of the room dissolve in shock. He hadn't expected that. He had really thought everyone would just let it go. Yes, he knew Y/n would probably be upset about it for a few days but, that just gave him all the more of an excuse to be near them, to comfort them.

"Really Charlie?" Y/n brightened immediately, "You'd do that for me?"

"Of course! I mean, I'm not making any promises but, you know."

Y/n pulled themselves from the couch, throwing their arms around Charlie's neck.

"Oh, thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

"It's just a nail polish." Vaggie chuckled, watching the interaction warmly.

Y/n let go of Charlie, who shrugged back at her girlfriend.

"It makes them happy."

Two weeks had gone by with no sign of the bottle of nail polish. Y/n still went to the stores every few days, checking for the color, but had yet to have any luck. Nifty too had come up empty handed.

Alastor was very pleased with himself. The trick of using his shadows to empty every store in the surrounding area of the color before Y/n went shopping was something he was particularly proud of.

Of course, all along, he knew where the missing item was. It was in the top drawer of his night table on the right hand side of his bed. Nifty only went in to clean his room maybe once a month or so and she knew better than to snoop. It was all going off without a hitch, even the comforting aspect. Alastor had had the absolute pleasure and honor of showing up at just the right place, at just the right time (imagine that), so as to be included with Angel when Y/n had the bright idea to see if she could find any other matching colors between her vast collection of lipsticks and lipglosses and even larger collection of nail polish. He wasn't sure how their hands could sustain that much acetone, or their skin that much makeup remover, but he was grateful for it nonetheless.

Alastor was in his studio, fixing one of the control panels, his mind filled with spinning memories of the past couple days (Y/n had even hugged him! The feeling of the cushion of their waist against his arms, their stomach, was not one he would soon forget), when he heard a knock at the door. He straightened up, eyeing it suspiciously.

The guests of the Hazbin Hotel, as well as its staff, knew better than to disturb him while he was at work. It's owners, on the other hand, were much more foolhardy. He ran a hand over his hair, straightening it a bit so as to make himself presentable, and called for the knocker to enter.

The door creaked as it swung open, just like Alastor wanted it to. A creaky door was a good thing, it made sure most people couldn't sneak up on him when he was at his most vulnerable, most distracted.

"You'll want to grease that." Y/n hummed as they stepped into the dingy space, "I think we have some WD40 in the basement, if you want me to bring it up for you."

They had never come to visit him up here before, never dared even come near the rotting wooden door. Alastor walked forward, shutting the door behind Y/n now that they were fully in the room. He was close enough to feel their breath on his skin as he smiled down at them.

"No need, my dear, although, I do appreciate the offer."

A silence fell between the pair as Y/n took a few steps further into the room, their eyes running across every surface available before them. Alastor noticed their hands were clasped behind their back. It wasn't an unusual position for them but, something seemed different about it this time.

"What can I help you with?" he cordially asked and Y/n turned to face him.

"Well... I... um..." they locked eyes with Alastor, finding their words at last, "Nifty found something today. While she was cleaning."

Alastor was glad Y/n's demon form was not all that powerful in this moment. If it was, they would have heard his heartbeat spike. His voice, his demeanor, even his expression were easy to control but his heart? Not so much.

"Oh?"

"Yeah... I..." Y/n trailed off.

With a sigh, they brought their hands forward, opening them to reveal the source of Alastor's anxiety. Nestled there, in the softness of their palm, was the nail polish.

"She found it! Congratulations, my dear. You must be thrilled."

"Yeah." Y/n replied uncertainly, looking away.

Alastor knew why they were so uncomfortable, but his hope was stronger. There was an uncanny sense of optimism in him, one that was unfounded and unfamiliar. It drove him to pry, to see how much they really knew. For all Alastor knew, there could be something else entirely going on.

"Where was it?"

"I..." Y/n looked back at him once again, "That's the problem, Alastor. Nifty said... well, she said she found it in your room."

"In my room?" Alastor repeated, feigning confusion, a hand to his chest in mock surprise.

Y/n nodded.

"In your night table drawer."

They must have known him better than he thought, have seen the flash of sudden anger in his eyes or something like that, maybe he had tense his body. Whatever had ticked them off, they continued.

"She didn't open it. Nift said it was open and went to close it and just... spotted it in there so don't get mad at her, she didn't do anything wrong."

Alastor stood in silence, watching Y/n carefully.

"I just... Look, I'm not mad, I am just confused. Why was it in your room, did you take it from me?"

A shock of nerves fluttered in Alastor's stomach. The heat rushed to his cheeks and he looked away, a hand flying instinctually to his collar and tugging at it just the slightest bit, as if the room was too hot. It was all the answer Y/n needed.

"Why?"

Alastor turned back to Y/n and nearly stumbled back a few steps when he realized how much closer they had brought themselves to him. Nearly every other time, he was the one to bridge the distance, to step into their personal space. His breath caught in his throat, a sort of thrill flooding his mind.

"I... I..."

He had stuttered. Alastor didn't stutter. He had never stuttered, not even when he was alive.

"You..?" Y/n prompted, leaning forward slightly.

His mind was reeling. He couldn't tell if that was their goal, secretly, if they had finally realized the effect they had on him and begun to use it to their advantage. Alastor looked away again.

"It was..."

"You knew it was my favorite. Why did you take it?"

Fuck.

They were upset, maybe even angry. Alastor had seen them mad before but it had never been directed towards him. Normally, he would relish in the wrath of another but Y/n's wrath? Fuck. He realized right then and there, he would rather die.

"Husk." he admitted at last, his hands now fiddling with the cuffs of his jacket, his face flushed.

Alastor dared a glance at Y/n. Their brow was furrowed.

"Husk?"

"Yeah. Husk."

"I... why Husk? Did he dare you? Did he... I... what?"

Whatever feelings they had previously held had been replaced by pure confusion. Alastor could handle confusion. The situation at large was still unwelcome and rather untenable but, at least there was the confusion.

"He..." Alastor cleared his throat, brave enough to meet their eyes again at last, "He noticed."

"Noticed.... oh."

"Yeah."

They fell silent. This wasn't a thing Alastor had felt since he was very young. There was a wild animal in his chest. In this moment, he didn't just look like a deer, he was one and Y/n was the hunter with their gun trained on the spot between his eyes.

"It wa-"

"Did you also take it off the shelves all over the neighborhood?"

They had always been smart, smarter than he gave them credit for. Alastor grimaced, nodding slowly.

"Alastor, why did it bother you so much? Is it illegal to match my nails to my lips? Does it go against your... your weird ass deontological code?"

"No, it's just... it was... fuck!"

Y/n had never heard him curse before. A hand flew to Alastor's head, he took a deep breath.

"Alastor, I-"

"It was for me, okay? I... I didn't want anyone else noticing. It was just for me."

Y/n looked somehow even more confused as he lowered his hand once again. The releif that had accompanied the admission was greatly outweighed by his anxiety as he waited for their response.

"But Angel noticed too? Before Husk?"

"That's different." Alastor sighed, "He... You... I..."

"Alastor, what's going on?"

There was concern now, lacing their voice in its gentle vines. It almost made everything worse.

"I like you, okay!? There. Are you happy now!?"

He didn't know why he was yelling. Y/n's eyes went wide.

"You... like me? Like, like like me?"

He glared at them and they put their hands up in surrender.

"Just trying to clarify the situation!"

Alastor rolled his eyes, crossing his arms protectively over his chest.

"Yes. I... like like you or... whatever nonsense you just said. Are you happy now?"

It was a stand off, each training a metaphorical pistol at the other. Y/n was the one to finally break.

"Yes." they curtly replied, crossing their arms to mirror his position, "I'll... I'll let you get back to work now."

Someone had driven a nail right through Alastor's chest and into his heart. He watched their retreating form as they opened the door and slipped out into the hallway. Just as it was about to fall shut, they miraculously stuck a foot between the closing door and its frame, peeking their head back into the room.

"Just so you know: if you asked me out on a date," they began, their eyes flicking up to his from where they had previously been fixed on the floor, "I'd say yes."

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A/N Ant is a pretty common nickname for Anthony in NYC (where I am from and where I'm pretty sure Angel is supposed to be from). Yes, I will be using it in another fic I am working on too (its part two of Unexpected (Vox x Reader). Also,, deontology is when you have a strict set of ethical rules/maxims you stick by no matter what (Kant is a deontologist).

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trigger warning: abuse, animal death, malnutrition, my horrible writing. not proofread, we die like men!

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐍 - part 1. (you are here!)

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The bitter scent of nicotine clings to him wherever he goes, his cold, brown eyes devoid of life as he wakes up and gets ready for another day. Every day is the same - wake up, get ready for work, work, head back home, rinse and repeat. He was living. But, he was not alive.

As long as he could remember, this was the life which Viktor Martinović (read as Martinovich) was leading.

Growing up his family was always distant. Cold. Even scattered at times. He had some siblings, some alive, others long gone from the Earth. To him they were all like air, non-existent and invisible but yet oh so relevant. His father hailed from Croatia while his mother was an American. Viktor could recall some more peaceful times as he would sit on the front porch of his house, his grandmother serving him tea while his grandfather told him many stories. Be it folklore, urban legends, random stories he made up, Viktor loved them all. Unfortunately, he could not see his grandparents very often as they lived in the US and the cost of travel was a rare luxury to him.

The time he spent with his grandparents was precious. He was positive that it was the only time he felt true joy and tranquility. With them he could be a little boy and do what all the little boys did - run around the streets with his feet bare, fall hard onto the ground and skin his knees, find dead animals on the ground and poke at their remains.

That last thing became a favorite past time of his.

Be it birds, dogs, cats, hedgehogs, no tiny critter was safe from his clutches. At first he did nothing but poke the dead critter with some random stick. Its lifeless eyes would stare back at Viktor, taunting him to take more action. However, one day his father caught him poking a mangled little bird which Viktor did not understand was wrong. The anatomy of the animal had caught his interest and he had no other children to play with. What was so wrong with having a hobby? His horrified father dragged Viktor by the ear back home that day, his grip so tight that crescent shaped marks were left behind on the soft skin due to his fingernails.

His father was an awfully conservative man. Everything and everyone had their place in the home and that included Viktor, who just happened to be at the bottom of the food chain because he was the youngest. Viktor does not remember his fathers face very well.

He never liked him.

All meals would start with prayer and would end with his mother and sisters putting away the plates, sometimes with Viktor's aid. He wanted to be good. He wanted to be useful. His father always taught him that he was a man and that men needed to be strong. This is not something you should concern yourself with, his father told him one chilly autumn morning.

This is a woman's duty, said his stone-faced father.

He was around 8 years old when his beatings started.

Despite his young age, Viktor was a very gifted child. He understood that something was off about his family. The way in which his siblings would flinch away once father entered the room, the way mother was always in a hurry to serve him coffee and a hot meal the moment he got back home despite being on her feet all day set him on edge.

He was very sensitive when it came to his mother.

She was his first and only real friend. She was his rock, his hero. Viktor was often sick which caused him to be physically frail and weak. His complexion was always pale as a ghost, his lips always thin and bloody from him gnawing on them and his tiny hands were always covered in cuts and bruises. The eldest brother in particular always just loved to make fun of Viktor when it came to his lack of strength. You can't even break into a sprint!, the cruel boy would taunt him as he held Viktor's book high up in the air, tearing pieces of the pages in the process.

Viktor hated his brother. He loathed him. Religion was not something he was 100% sure he believed in but during evening prayers, Viktor would always put his concentration on the fact that he wished his brother was dead. A grizzly thought indeed.

He wished for him to die the cruelest, most painful death imaginable.

The older he got, his dream only seemed to grow further and further away.

His two sisters never paid any attention to Viktor unless it was absolutely necessary, such as clothing or bathing him. Viktor was not capable of doing many things on his own because he was like a little doll. Frail and easy to break. He lived in a big house in coastal Croatia, an old city known as Dubrovnik, where the summer was long and the sun shined so bright that Viktor never wanted to go outside because his pale skin would turn a disgusting red even with the tiniest of exposure. He would spend his days locked away in his room, reading, studying or maybe playing a game which he had stolen from his brother.

He always took a little pride in the fact that his brother never caught him being so sly.

His sisters would usually be in school in the afternoon or somewhere out and about while his mother took care of the chores. Despite his fathers words, Viktor wanted to help her in any way he could. His heart would melt at the sight of his mother as she would lean down to give him a kiss on his forehead, her tired eyes shining with love. She would never give him tasks which could tire him too much which the young boy silently was thankful for. His favorite chore was chopping up vegetables and meat and in no time, he became quite skilled with using the blade. If it was possible Viktor even started to carve intricate shapes from fruits and vegetables, usually roses because his mother was very keen on them.

She never had the heart to eat any of them.

The outside world was filled with squeals of laughing children, frustrated fishermen and the bustling tides but Viktor did not need that world.

He had his own little bubble which he was more than content with. It was also convenient for him that he was homeschooled, which allowed him to spend even more time with his beloved mother. She was a doctor and a really good one too. Other than teaching him the basics such as reading, writing and mathematics, she would often throw in some more obscure things such as philosophy and anatomy. She taught him about the human body, where each organ was and their purposes.

Viktor was always enamored with this vast sea of knowledge.

The human body is like a machine, his mother would say. Treat it well and it will operate well.

Time passed. Viktor had started to grow and was 11 years old now. He was still sick, still useless according to his father. The man was a renowned fisherman and would always bring home the biggest and best kills. He would take his eldest boy with him and teach him everything he knew, hoping that one day his son would become a master at this craft as well.

Viktor hardly ever went on these trips. The sea was a cruel mistress and weak men could not be near it. His father had barely managed to teach him the basics but the scorching sun and the bustling activity was too much for him. Viktor's skinny little fingers would always be injured from carrying the heavy cargo, which his brother always made sure to make even more difficult for him by giving him even more to carry.

He was a lost cause when it came to fishing, which was his family's main source of income.

No matter, Viktor would think.

He had his own skill sets which those baboons could never understand.

Viktor would hone his skills with the blade in secret, his usual victim for practice being the very fish which were caught earlier that day. Sometimes he would stay up all night and sneak up back into his room at the crack of dawn, his hands smelling horribly which caused his sisters to gag a little if they caught a whiff of the air. Viktor studied the insides of the fishes, taking dutiful notes and hiding them all in the wooden floorboards where nobody could find them. Scattered carcasses of other animals become precious to him as he always had to be swift lest he wished to be caught by someone. Hiding them was always a pain and concealing the smell was the hardest task he could just barely pull off.

Not all secrets can be kept hidden though. Viktor found out that the hard way when his brother caught him dissecting a dead poodle. Viktor fell to his knees and begged his brother to not spill the beans, fat tears caking his face as he hiccuped horribly, his whole body shaking like a leaf. His brother merely looked down at him with a sneer as he shouted for their father to come to the garage. As Viktor heard the approaching footsteps his heart was beating so hard that he was positive that he was going to die of a heart attack right then and there.

His brother was the devil. The exact replica of his father. He was in every way, his son.

Viktor could not walk or talk properly for three months after that incident. He became something akin to a dying houseplant, unmovable and withering away in the darkness. He stopped eating completely and became skinnier than ever. His father locked him in his room but took his books away just to add more salt to the wound. Countless days passed and Viktor was rotting in bed, slowly dying from the lack of sustenance and the massive sorrow which took over his very being. Spring had been long gone and summer was over as well. He didn't even realize that it was October.

It was his birthday.

On October 31st, Viktor was woken up with a soft knock on his wooden door. It was his mother, who was holding a tray filled with food. There was even a little chocolate flavored cupcake with a single candle sticking on top, the whick not quite lit yet. His mother wished him a happy birthday and shared the meal with him. Viktor ate the food quietly, his appetite not quite out there but was still grateful for the miniature feast. His mother took out a small lighter and lit the candle.

Make a wish dear, she said softly.

Viktor gripped his sheets with all of his remaining strength, his knuckles so tight that he almost injured himself. He could feel the delicate touch of his mother who sat next to him, her presence like the calm evening breeze. With a sigh, Viktor closed his eyes but before he could blow out the candle a thought popped into his mind -

Just what was he going to wish for?

He did not see himself making it far in life despite his top notch grades. His family, father in particular, would always drag him down back to the ground. All of the money they had would most likely go to his siblings with just a tiny inheritance left to his name and when his parents both eventually passed the entire estate would go to his brother.

A lump formed in his throat as Viktor came to the realization that he had nothing to live for. He had no one on this Earth other than his mother.

He was no better than a ghost.

However, ghosts could not rest until they fulfilled some sort of quota in their lives, that one last thing for them to do so that they can finally take their final breath and bid their old life goodbye.

That goodbye came in the form of a cough.

It was his father.

His dark eyes stared down at Viktor, a strange glint of determination shining brightly inside them. With his arms crossed and mind set, he spoke:

"The weather may not be ideal but it is advantageous for your.... condition. You will not rot away in the sun, nor in this room like some coward."

His father took a few strides closer towards him, his footsteps so heavy that he could feel the floor creak beneath the heavy pressure. Viktor felt his whole body tense up as he was forced to look his father in the eye, his teeth clenching so tightly that it felt as though his jaw was going to break from the pressure. The only thing that gave him an iota of comfort was the fluffy blanket across his body, its softness a weak shield in stark contrast to the rough man before him. Viktor felt his fathers hand land on his shoulder, his touch disturbingly friendlier than usual.

"You will head out with your brother soon, to the sea. It is time you start pulling your own weight properly. I won't ever allow any son of mine to be weak."

Viktor's eyes widened - Christ, how could this be happening? Why was this happening? Cold terror came over him as he felt his lunch threatening to be spilt all over his parents.

It was soon prevented by a thought. A very devious thought.

On this little excursion it was just going to be him and his brother. All alone, at sea. The only thing keeping watch over them would be the grey stormy clouds high above them.

And just like that, Viktor had hatched a plan.

There was no going back from this moment.

🔪 TAGS: @shamelessdarkprince, @latolover, @yandere-wishes, @moyazami, @sunhareskies, @connorsui

Ahaha, here it is, the long awaited backstory for my OC, who finally has a full name! I decided to split it into several parts because it was getting kind of long and I really just wanted to post something about this guy. The demand for him is honestly kind of silly... Dare I say overwhelming even.

If you have any criticisms, ideas, complaints, literally anything - I'm all ears! My askbox is always open for a chit chat!

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 11 months

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Hello there, may I request how Yandere Malleus, Idia, Leona, Jamil, Silver, and Vil would react to a darling who’s personality and mannerisms are like Wall-E?

Wall-E Reader | Yandere Twisted Wonderland

Your actions speak loudest because you don’t say anything other than your name. You’re just as cute as ever and you have a thing for trash so being Crowley’s unpaid lackey is a perfect job for you. They might suspect that you may not be entirely human…you shouldn’t be as excited about the garden as you are and how did you get all the trash to be in a compact cube…? Nonetheless, you’ve captured their hearts or at the very least their trash:

Malleus Draconia

��You’re collection is astounding…these trinkets are quite curious. Would you like to see my own?”

He relates to your sentiment of maintaining a horde

But it seems you like more than just shiny things

And he bristles when you’re accepting menial things from others

Especially when you’re avidly refusing his own contributions

“What? What’s the matter? This jewel seems worthy enough to join it. What? No? Why not?”

He’s perplexed by your little busybody nitpicking

Only satisfied when he concludes that you are what he wants in his own horde

“I’ve made an astounding revelation! You are what I’ve been missing in my own collection. Do not fret I will willingly be inducted in your own as well.”

Idia Shroud

“Ewww touching grass?! Pft try the eternal joy of gacha games.”

He begrudgingly idolizes you

For the earth loving trash conscious you

He plans to corrupt you

Or at the very least upgrade you to enjoy the finer things in life

“What’s better than trash collecting? Hehehe try this~! No! No! That’s not trash!”

It seems he has a lot to teach you

But he can’t let those normies get a hold of you before him

“Whoa whoa, social butterflies you already get to have everyone’s attention just let me have them this once.”

Leona Kingscholar

“Only an herbivore like you would want this. Here. Take it or I’m throwing it away.”

He doesn’t know what you find so attractive about trash

Throwing it away or keeping the pieces you like

But he can’t help but love the way you’re eye sparkle when you get what you want

Suddenly he’s looking at little things a lot longer

Should anyone stop you or him he’s not leaving them unharmed

“Don’t bother their stuff…Otherwise, I’m hunting you.”

Jamil Viper

“Y-you are so strange…but you’re so cute.”

He’s enamored with your simple trashy tastes

But he can’t complain because it's you

He does have to quickly stop you when he casually calls things trash

He just wished your cubing policy works the same way with annoying nuisances

It’s alright

He’ll do it himself

“Now you, tell me where you put that lighter…or it’ll be the last thing you throw away.”

Silver

“Here (Y/n), I brought you something for your collection. Does it fit?”

He’s oddly amazing at finding what’s perfect for your collection

He could sit and watch you all-day

Continuing to feed your collection

He honestly debates spilling trash so that you can make more trash-cubes

He likes it when you do that

Gets a little too defensive when someone wants to help you pick up trash

Pulling his coat back, hand on the hilt of his dagger

“I ask that you give (Y/n) some space…I know its selfish but they look cute doing this.”

Vil Schoenheit

“Eugh!? I’d rather you keep your trash+ collectibles out of your fashion set.”

He really hates that his darling dumpster dives

That's how he sees it

You need correcting and he’d be the one to do it

Or at the very least let you keep the beautiful collectibles

“Come darling, I will not let you tarnish your own beauty for such a hobby.”

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hopeluna · 2 months

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𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 ⋆ ۪ 𓂅 ໋⋅ | obey me

Request: can u do how the om brothers would react to a mc that is like. (for lack of better words) EXTREMELY dumb ..... like karen smith level slow💀

CW: none really, gn!reader, this is honestly just some crack but it was so fun, also reader is dumb but like also likeable?? They're just confused but they've got the spirit. Dividers by @/cafekitsune <3

Lucifer

Lucifer is....overwhelmed to say the least. Although he does find your wide confused look at everything slightly adorable, his neck breaks from all the times he's gotten whiplash from seeing you get upto something incredibly stupid.

It also absolutely gets on his last nerves that his brothers rope you into their shenanigans and then blame it on you when they get caught, cause they know that Lucifer is not going to punish you except for a little sigh and look of "disappointed but not surprised".

Mammon

You two really take the prize for the most adorable and dumbest couple ever. Mammon was lowkey surprised that there was someone more clueless than him. He didn't think that was possible. He loves your confusion at everything 'cause you tend to support all his plans to make money, no matter how ridiculous they seem to others.

He will be ready to fight anyone though if they so much as to insult you in any way.

Leviathan

At first, Levi thinks you're absolutely horrifying because you remind him so much of Mammon. Though as he warms up to you, you're the only he tolerates cause he loves the way you listen to all his rants even though you don't understand half of it.

He is also very biased towards you. Mammon and you could be doing the same stupid stuff, but guess who gets insulted? Mammon <3 You could simply do no wrong in his eyes.

Satan

Everyone thinks that Satan would most likely get annoyed by your clueless-ness but its the exact opposite. You remind him of those orange cats that do the dumbest things possible and almost get killed. He thinks its adorable.

Even though your interests don't match often, he's always open to hear you rant on about your day and hobbies. He's also another one who is ready to make someone go missing if they insult you.

Asmodeus

Asmo will literally squeal in joy of how cute you are. He will ignore every questioning look when you ask something stupid and will just honestly go on a rant of how adorably clueless you are about everything.

He fights the inner urge to squish your cheeks gently in his hands, because he thinks he might just die of cuteness overload at your confused puppy look at stuff.

Beelzebub

Beel, for the most part, doesn't mind your oblivious nature and thinks its just cute how you manage to not think about so much stuff and be happy in your own little world. His favourite time of the day is probably when he gets to listen to you rant about whatever while eating his snacks.

Beel is also absolutely ready to defend you when someone insults you, its the only time anyone sees him get angry for something non-food related. He just gets the cutest little frown on his face when he sees that someone upset you with their words.

Belphegor

Belphie bullies you, no question asked. Of course, its all playful bullying but if he sees that his words seriously hurt you, he'll silently cuddle up to you before murmuring a soft apology for being mean.

If anybody else says something to you, well get ready to find a missing person report a few days on the news <3

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darcydoesfuckall · 24 days

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[...]

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They have real human feelings and real human egos. The contemporary attitude towards media engagement is skewed towards algorithmic, instant, and uncritical consumption. This is pumping straight gasoline into the beautiful lakes of our fandom ecosystem. Fandom cannot afford to treat its creators like mechanical text generators. We are not an unfeeling assembly line, only there to produce content. We are enthusiasts, engaging in our hobby. No fan creator has to show you anything. They are fully within their rights to keep their works hidden in their computer files, never to see the light of day. Every fanfic on AO3 is only there because someone had the grace to share it with you. You are not entitled to an author's work, just as they are not entitled to your kudos. We have a mutually beneficial arrangement. Do not forget your part in this symbiosis.

It's a problem that extends beyond AO3. Tumblr is a less enthusiastic place than it used to be. Fandom as a whole is drifting towards a consumption mindset. I, for one, am sick of it. Reblog things, like them, share them. Make fanart of fanart. Who gives a shit? Do the cringy thing. You don't have to cultivate your blog aesthetic. Be who you are, like what you like, and have enthusiasm about all of it. Fandom should be an expression of radical self acceptance. Embrace it. Leave essays about fics that you liked. Reblog the essays of other's when you see them. Exist in the mutual joy of seeing and being seen. You are not just an external observer, absorbing content from a distance. You are here too. Wave back at us. Say 'hi.'

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fishsticksloser · 1 year

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Hi its 🐺 anon! Could you write the rise turtles with an s/o who looks really intimidating at first but is a total cinnamon Roll?

Intimidating!Reader

RotTMNT x gn!reader

Warnings: fluff, aged up, inferred to be yo'kai/mutant but not explicitly mentioned

A/N: I've been told I'm pretty intimidating, so I tried my best! Raph is definitely like this...

Donnie

Normally people stayed away from him

He wasn't intimidating so to speak, but he just looked mean

Like one wrong move/word and he would destroy you verbally

Then he saw you

It wasn't love at first sight, he doesn't believe in that

But after seeing you interact with Mikey he started having feelings

If you get along with his favorite brother, you're gold in his eyes

People didn't approach you because you were intimating, could probably beat up anyone that laid eyes on you

No one approached Donnie because he will destroy their confidence, ego

But he knew the real you

He'd do anything to make you smile because it made him happy

In turn, you'd try to make him smile

You were always gentle with things, especially Donnie's projects

You gushed every time he made you something

He's down bad

Leo

He's extremely friendly

He's charismatic and sassy

People tended to like him or be pretty neutral towards him

You made him anxious, all he could think about was how you could obliterate him with a snap of your fingers

Once he saw you out with friends, you guys were grocery shopping for an elderly lady that lived next door

He fell hard

The next time Leo saw you he swallowed his anxiety and talked to you

When you started dating, he realized just how soft you were

Always putting others before yourself, like he did

You would bake and cook with his brothers

You cried almost every time he bought something for you

You protect Leo at all costs

It made him realize why his brothers hated it when he did the same thing

Mikey

He can make friends with anyone

He's sweet and playful, an absolute joy to be around

So when he met you, he was terrified.

You were intimating like Raph, but he didn't know if you had the same soft center he did

One day when Mikey was out with Todd in the woods and he saw you

You were picking flowers with some kids

You'd told him you were a teacher and you came here with the kids often

Outdoor teaching and everything

He knew he had to ask you out

You beat him to it though

Dating was a blast with you

He joins you and your class outside most days, enjoying the sun

He spent a lot of time painting with you and other hobbies you both enjoyed

No matter how gently you held out touched him, you'd apologize

He never has to use Dr. Feelings or Dr. Delicate Touch

Raph

He's pretty intimidating

People avoided him, worried he'd pulverize them

The embodiment of "looks like he can kill you, is a cinnamon roll"

Much like you

When you 2 meet, he was very guarded, wouldn't let you close to his brothers

Raph saw you volunteering, helping others and he saw that you were like him

He made a plan to ask you out

Which failed, but you 2 ended up spending a lot of time alone together

You never ended up talking about dating, but seemed to come to that agreement

You regarded his siblings with soft words

You knew they weren't kids, but because of your intimating nature, you had a habit of doing so

Raph loves cuddling with you, although it's a little rough with his spikes and shell, it's enjoyable

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hobisstar · 6 months

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What are you hiding from love?| Yandere!Jk x Reader V Last Part

Summary: Being in a relationship with Jungkook you’ve always noticed the signs, the red flags if you will. Being so in love with him you ignored them, until the people you loved dearly started disappearing one by one.

Warnings: Murder, Jungkook victim blaming ( like he will say i killed you because you are too stupid or whatever), Possessiveness, Mentions of Smut, Controlling, Locking up YN.

Taglist: vante 🫶🏾

A/N: This is made to be scary! That is all. I honestly dont like mixing smut with yandere because i read yandere fics to be spooked not horny lol. This has been absolutely fun to write for you guys! Im so happy how much love it had gotten over the past month since ive been writing it! I love you all so so much! Enjoy!

Its been about two years since Jungkook decided to let yn go on her own! So far, yn has become the owner of the coffee shop, has opened up plenty of them across Asia and plans to open some in The Untied States.

Life has been looking absolutely beautiful for yn! But heres the thing.

Bodies have been discovered. Fresh bodies. Of course going through what she went through with Jungkook, she feared that this was his doing. That the so called hobby has now reached the news channels. Though it says that the crimes has been in only England, it was still capability of it being Jungkook.

“Yn! Are you even listening? Im telling you Namjoon wants to take you on a date!” Joy, yns now close friend that she has gained from opening the coffee shops.

“Sorry, but i dont think im ready to date. The last guy was for 5 years and it didn’t turn out well in the end.” Yn mumbled looking over at the tv that was on the crime scene of the killings.

But what was showed, made yns blood run cold.

What was at the crime scene was dandelions.

The flowers that Jungkook always used to gift her on days he felt like we did something wrong. He would cut the steam off and just leave the flowers to never be able to grow again.

Was he…back?

It was closing time and of course yn being the owner, she decided that it was her duty to close every single night.

But tonight, she couldnt shake the feeling that she was being watched.

As everyone was leaving she saw a guy with a big hoodie on taking his time to clean up his mess on the table. Putting his crumbs inside a napkin then taking the napkin and closing it tightly then throwing it out.

yn watched from behind the counter taking containers from the counter and putting them on the shelf behind her.

This mysterious guy has been coming in everyday. Same time. She never serves him but she knows Joy does and she hates serving him. ‘His glare, it can kill.’ She would say when describing the eyes of this mysterious man.

While cleaning she saw the guy get up and come up to the counter.

Face mask on and glasses… sun glasses.

Its night time.

Maybe it was a fashion statement. Thats what yn left it as. “ Hi sorry we are about to close soon so im gonna have to ask you to leave..” is what she was aiming to say but once she turned around she saw he just left a napkin with hand writing on it.

She grabbed it and began to read it:

“Hi baby! Oh its been such a long time, oh how i miss you. Our child also misses you. 2 years right? That is let you go? Ah, I remember something. Today is our anniversary! Our now 7 year anniversary. Im picking you up at 11! Be ready!

JJK,”

Yn was at this point shaking. Fear took over her body but was trying to hide it. She wasnt doing such a good job at that. As much as she wanted to call the cops, get him arrested, she knew that those cops had no chance in trying to get Jungkook.

Hed kill them all in the blink of an if he even knew that they talked to yn.

When yn got home she didnt let the fact go that when she got there she obviously saw Jungkooks car right outside her town house.

Mind you this is the 5th time this year she has moved. None of the reasons dealing with Kook but they definitely where personal reasons.

She braced herself, once she goes inside her home, Jungkook will be inside.

She could call the cops and run away from home then go to Jins house.

Actually now that Yn thought about it, what if Jin had something to do with it? He was always to calm for her liking honestly. Why was he always just so calm with him? I mean he explained it yes, hes seen it for so many years but why didnt he at least call the cops? Then again was the cops really gonna help him?

Entering the home, it felt like deja vu. Coming home on anniversary and Jungkook was cooking their favorite shared dish.

Spaghetti! Yn liked it because it was delicious and Jungkook probably like it because it reminded him of blood.

“My love! You are right on time! The Spaghetti is hot and ready to be platted. Get comfortable and come eat”

He didn’t need to turn around for yn to know that it was actually him. He colored his tattoos, became more swoll and also cut his long hair.

Yn didnt change anything or didnt get comfortable since this was all just too much for her.

‘Keep calm and go with his plan, yn.’ Thats all she kept telling herself.

Though what was his plan? Drug her? Kill her?

Well, none of those. He wanted her back. If that meant living in this house with her, then so be it. Jin had Bam so, they’d have plenty of time together.

Finally he sat down with two plates of spaghetti and there he was in all his glory.

He had the cockiest smirk while toying with his now new lip ring before sitting down across from yn.

“ Fucking finally, i have you again.”

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blues824 · 1 year

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Brothers with a Xiao MC I kinda want to see how this one goes

Gender-neutral reader. While I don’t know how to write for his character, I made a reference to his name card in the later scenarios.

Lucifer

You both are a lot more alike than one might think. You both are reserved and severely touch-starved, and find a few human things very childish and unusual. The only difference is that he is a demon and you are a conqueror of demons. You definitely conquered his heart, that’s for sure.

When you both enter a relationship, it’s actually very professional at first. It took months for you both to be able to hold hands because you both don’t really know what to do in an actual romantic relationship. So, that just means you can go at your own pace.

It’s quite hilarious actually, because you both view the other brothers’ actions as incompetent and annoying. So instead of just being scared of your darling boyfriend, the other six are also terrified of you and your wrath as well. They are getting way more than just a slap on the wrist.

Mammon

Well… he can’t exactly call you ‘human’, now can he? But your title of The Conqueror of Demons is something that he is terrified of. Mainly because he is a demon himself, so yeah. Bro has every right to be scared.

Everyone (including yourselves) are surprised to see that you both actually like each other romantically. You both are just the opposite of each other. He’s very immature, but for some reason you love that about him. He acts like himself, and it puts you at ease as well because you could smack him for being annoying but that was your truth.

But there are a few times where you’re very tempted to hang Mammon upside down from the chandelier. Each relationship has its lows, though, so you both assumed that it was normal. This might be a bit extreme, but you both were immortal.

Leviathan

Bro is fanboying so hard over you because you remind him of a character from the video game A God Took Away My Sibling And Now I Have To Traverse This Realm To Try And Get Stronger And Find them. What’s better is that the character is his main.

You might not particularly enjoy video games, even viewing them as a waste of time, but you can’t deny that it’s absolutely adorable when Levi geeks out. He goes on a full-blown rant, and even though it’s very uncharacteristic of you, you can’t help but listen to every word. This surprises you because you usually want people to get to the point.

However, there is the matter of his other brothers. Mammon, in particular. You hate it when the second eldest doesn’t ever pay back your boyfriend, so you go in to take the payment yourself. It’s a team effort, and Levi gets his money back so it all works out.

Satan

You both actually really enjoy each other’s company. You both tend to think that if it’s not important, it’s not worth your time. He is not at all intimidated by your title of Conqueror of Demons, mainly because he knows that if you wanted to conquer each of them you would have done so already.

I feel like you both would have a wonderful time browsing different bookstores and calling it a date. If you one day propose reenacting a scene from one of the romance novels that you have been reading, Satan will be very excited. You finally get to wear the mask and dance, if you so choose.

He likes to point out the irony that you are a demon conqueror but you’re romantically involved with a demon, and it makes you smile. You think it’s because you’ve seen that not all monsters are the same, but in reality he just made you relax more than you ever have. You felt like you could put away the mantle of yaksha when you’re around him.

Asmodeus

Upon hearing that you were the Conqueror of Demons, he couldn’t help but squeal in a certain kind of excitement. The thought of having someone so important stay just a few steps away from him just made him bubble up in joy. Plus, he loved the feeling of thrill that came with it.

You would usually view the majority of Asmo’s hobbies as a ‘waste of time and energy’, but you couldn’t help but agree that whenever he got excited about a new product that reached the shelves, you were hopelessly in love. The sparkle in his eye was something you had lost long ago and is something you’re trying to get back.

When you tell him about your dark past, it was during a self-care day where you both were spilling a bunch of secrets to each other. It almost made the demon tear up at how sad it was. He then got serious, held your hands in his, and said that he would make sure you got the dance in the field of flowers that you wished for.

Beelzebub

He doesn’t look at people’s past, so even if you killed demons, it doesn’t mean you did that now. It would be a bit concerning if you continued because you are now residing in a realm filled with demons, after all. But anyways, Beel prefers to look to the future rather than dwell on the past (mainly because the memory of Lilith is still a fresh wound).

You don’t particularly like human food which does make him sad, but it’s all according to personal preference, right? So, he has you experiment with food to see what you like and dislike. Eventually, you find some almond tofu and you admit that it is one of your favorite foods. Beel buys it for you as a gift.

Look, when it comes to this fine piece of man, your love language is his love language. You might not prefer words of affirmation, so he gives you gifts instead. You might not prefer physical affection, so he might perform acts of service instead. Consider yourself pampered and living easy with him around.

Belphegor

He can’t kill you if you're immortal- I apologize but I have been waiting for this one. ANYWAYS, you both were always going toe to toe with each other, kind of playing the game of who's the edgiest out of the two of you. The other 6 brothers often tune into this live-action tv show and place bets.

But then you got into an official romantic relationship, and it was the plot twist of any decade, century, or millennia that no one was expecting, not even yourselves. It did make sense after a bit of thought, because you both don’t like wasting time unnecessarily with trivial things like conversations without a point to them.

Another thing, he also doesn’t care if you're the Conqueror of Demons because he also knows that if you wanted to kill him you would have already. He does have to admit that he was a bit iffy in that statement at the beginning, especially when he did try to kill you.

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isa-ghost · 17 days

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Could I mayhaps have some hc!philza headcanons? Could be him in his hardcore, or how his time in hardcorr affects him now maybe? :D

OUGH YES.

So these will be operating off the theory that qPhil is hcPhil with his memory fucked up by the Federation. I'm gonna aim for "pre island, this is how qPhil was" but we'll see what happens as I actually write these LOL

What if I call these Pre-Dilf Edition in the masterlist SKFJSKFJSKFHF

10/10 would read the hardcore deity set I did recently to go with these :D

qPhil headcanons masterlist

He either had a flawless sleep schedule (early to bed early to rise ass mf) or no sleep schedule at all (spending 3+ nights hyperfocused on smth). It made for a very loopy Phil sometimes, which his murder of crows very much enjoyed

This man can fit so much joy and whimsy in him. Everything is awesome, everything is a breathtaking work of art and everything is decades of rich history to uncover. He loves life, he loves the passage of time, he loves teaching the murder about what he finds & restores

That's his main hobby besides being a survivalist, restoration and an informal form of archiving. He sketches the builds, takes notes on the deities, adds his own little touches to each place to make it a little prettier

He could fly for hours. Sometimes he'd fly aimlessly into late into the night, too immersed in sight-seeing and chatting with the murder

He had little altars in Flowerfall, Nether Void & Greater Spawn Islands for OO, BE, and Rose respectively. He'd leave little shiny things, trinkets that made him think of them, offerings like cooked fish or blaze rods or flowers in little offering bowls. Just as a nice, more direct way of giving them thanks for creating something so beautiful and allowing him to restore it to its former glory

He fucking loves swimming and fishing and hanging out at Endlantis, he'd just very aggressively avoid the cave that is EK's tomb. It was extremely haunted, he never got good vibes down there

He sometimes considers making his own remarkable build as a sort of "I was here, I too am a mark upon this history" but looks at his house and is like "mmmmbetter not" (he's an idiot, he could 100% build something cool, just probably not on the scale of the builds the gods have created. He'd probably create it for Goddess of Death, not even himself 💀)

Obligatory gapple addiction mention. It didn't start because of the murder, but he definitely used them as an excuse to further indulge once he started devoting eating one to the crows who'd been in the murder for a year. He never really had a reason to quit, or worry about the addiction, so he never experienced negative effects from it. Gapples aren't exactly harmful, just.. tinged with just enough magic to infect the brain. (He never experienced withdrawal misery on QI bc the Feds wiped his memory so his body had no idea it should be having a bitch fit =) )

Semi-related, he loved the days where he and the murder lacked the motivation and focus to do restoration things so they'd just fuck off in a random direction for ages and go on loot sprees. Nothing more exciting than hunting for more god apples :D

He started out liking fishing. The murder got too obsessed and it became the bane of his existence. But he loves the murder, so he does it anyway. Besides, he wouldn't trade chill talks with them for the world. :')

Btw he doesn't know this but it was equal parts the Ender King & the Feds ripping rifts between the universes that got him caught and taken to QI. EK didn't plan for that to happen, he just wanted to escape to a new reality to find a vessel to come back to power. Which is why once Phil was on the island, EK went "Fuck it, I'll use that asshole since he's not only compatible, but from the same plane of existence"

Mobs never scared him much (except Enderman) despite the fact that they were very dangerous and he's a survivalist. He was practically a mob whisperer, it's how he trapped trophy ones, made certain farms and why he was 99% fearless when farming charged creepers. QI has so many mobs he's never seen in his life that his chill instincts are suddenly like AAAWTFWTF

He never felt truly alone despite being the only humanoid. He felt like Rose was always with him, very rarely OO, and the murder ofc. He could understand them and he'd talk to them all day every day. Not only that, he had pets like Pog and Champ and there were quite a few times he'd humanize inanimate objects, which scientifically helps keep you sane in isolation such as survival. He always felt like he had Something to socialize with

That said, he IS still a bit weird socially on the island. Socializing with humans is way different than crows, other animals, gods, and objects.

Btw Ian is God of Chaos (a lesser god like Goddess of Death) and other mods like Birder, D3 & Wolfy are notably larger or perhaps a different species of corvid that hang out among the murder :D

#qsmp #qsmp philza #philza #q!philza #qphil headcanons #hardcore season 4

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jollyinha · 3 months

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I have brought... My YuuriVoice listeners.

...On The Sims, because I can't draw for shit. I spent pretty much the whole day redesigning (except Rookie, who already got a glow up bc he's my favorite child) and dressing them up like Barbie dolls lol

DISCLAIMER: I'm being a lil' poser because I have never watched Bittersweet nor the Faust audios (and yet I still have Sugarboo and Star done, go figure), and am catching up on Lost and Found as I type this. ANYWAY HERE ARE MY BABIES, MORE INFO ON THEM UNDER THE CUT YIPPEEEEEEEE

FÉLIX/ROOKIE:

- As previously mentioned, he's my favorite child, sorry not sorry, I adore this boy so much

- Dumb of ass and home of sexual (out of the closet to everyone except his mom, oof), pulled a millionaire CEO with his ADHD swag. Also canonically a cheeky horny bastard

- An artist (draws/paints and crafts all sorts of stuff) at heart, but had to pursue a more lucrative career in order to support his family. So, Law school it is. Viva le capitalism

- Is an ENFP and his birthday is on February 16th

- His mother is Brazilian and his dad was Colombian. They have been living in the USA since Félix was a young child. He also has a little sister (not so little, she's in college by the time Shattered begins) whom he loves very much and basically raised her, to the point where she sees him as his dad more than their actual dad (whom passed away when she was a toddler)

- Has an excellent relationship with his uncle (and his wife), aunt and cousins. Him and Joy/Sunflower don't meet that often bc she lives a bit far away, but when they do, they share the same braincell

- Appears to be suave and chill when he's at work, but he's actually a SOFTIE. The biggest golden retriever... Well, not literally the biggest. He's 5'7ft/1m69cm. Compared to Auron, he's pocket-sized. But anyway-

- He loves Trish. They bully Auron together. Incredible dynamic

- Has pyrophobia bc ✨ PAST TRAUMA ✨. Began cooking as a hobby to try to work through it

- Likes: Arts, cooking, biking, peacocks, sun imageries (long story), sea monsters and plaid jackets

- Félix has SO MUCH LORE and tidbits (like his tattoos!) about him, I would need an entire separate post to tell it all. And I might do it bc I need that sweet infodump dopamine...

JOYCE "JOY"/SUNFLOWER

- Actually my first YV OC! I met the channel through the infamous Finn compilation

- Bisexual! Finn is her first serious boyfriend, though, up until she met him, she only had girlfriends... And she had the worst luck with all of them. Oof

- Colombian, just like Félix

- Huge animal lover, especially the aquatic critters and reptiles. Has a Bull Terrier named Cow (yes, that's her name.) that has her entire heart. Currently trying to get a job in the veterinarian field! Just... Don't put bugs near her. Please

- Is an ESFP and her birthday is on July 27th... The day the Finn compilation premiered

- Her mother had her pretty young. She doesn't know who her father is, and her mom refuses to talk about it... But tbh, Joy doesn't care that much. She loves her mama, and that's all that matters

- (also her mother loves Finn dearly. everytime they meet, he leaves with a piece of cake or some other home made food bc she loves to spoil her "son-in-law" lmao)

- Surfs on her spare time! Queen shit! Also plays a bit of soccer

- Had pretty severe acne as a teen and still has its marks

- Golden retriever energy runs in the Torres family, because she has it too

- Likes: Snakes, whales, surfing, soccer (as stressful as it is to watch it lol), jogging, her dog Cow, hoodies, fun scrunchies

CARINA/SUGARBOO

- Like I previously stated, I haven't watched Bittersweet, so, I may not have much to say about Sugarboo except for the (few) misc audios from Al and Seth I have heard... BUT GODDAMNIT SHE'S SO BEAUTIFUL OH GOD

- Straight, but poly

- Japanese, but was born and raised in the USA and, sadly, doesn't has much connection to her roots... Mostly bc she's not super close to her family :(

- (Canonically) Likes to bake! Also cooking, but still has a preference for pastries. Works in a bakery... Which isn't a very healthy workplace, but, oh well

- Is an ESFJ, and her birthday is on January 20th (it's coming!!!!! happy early birthday, queen!!!!!)

- Pulled TWO bitches by having ADHD

- Has A SHIT LOAD of tattoos because she's best friends with a tattoo artist... Who may or may not be Star 👀

- Used to have long hair when she met Alphonse

- She may be Al's impulse control, but Seth is her impulse control 💀

- Calls Alphonse "bug". Earlier on their relationship it was ironically ("so you and me together can be bugaboo!"), but the pet name has stuck

- But in reality, she does have a passion for bugs! Especially butterflies and moths ("NOT Mothman, Seth. Normal, regular moths.")

- Also love cats

- She bullies Seth for believing in cryptids... But believes in aliens

- Again, I haven't watched Bittersweet, so feel free to discard this part if it's contradicting canon events, but... She kind of likes Charlie. She thinks he's cute, even with all the shit that happened

- Likes: Baking, collecting jewelry like some kind of dragon, bugs, cats, tattoos, aliens

ASHER/CASPER

- The coolest mf to ever walk on this earth. I don't make the rules, it's the truth

- FtM trans of gender, also home of sexual

- Just american. F

- Yes, his last name is a Life Is Strange reference, sue me

- I... I have no idea what he works with? Because gotta wait for more Charlie videos to find out wtf canon!Casper is up to he's such a mysterious guy,,,,,

- (I really hope that the "Casper works for Auron" theory is true tho, the Auron/Félix & Charlie/Asher shenanigans would be so funny to imagine)

- What I do know is that he's kind of a gym bro, except if said bro was fruity

- Seriously though, he's a sporty guy. Likes to go jogging, (he and Joy/Sunflower would be good workout buddies!), climbing, hiking, good ol' fashioned working out and, of course, skating! But after Charlie left, he got into roller skating as well, and he's pretty damn good at it

- He's an ISFP, and his birthday is on April 22nd (Earth Day, get it, bc his favorite color is green,,,,,,)

- Disowned by his parents, but was taken in by his uncle and aunt, whom really support him <3

- Has a tooth gap! Cute shit

- Braided his hair as a kid, still does it nowadays. Certain things never change

- He WANTS to get SO MANY TATTOOS AND PIERCINGS... But he has a pretty bad case of trypanophobia (his ears are pierced bc his parents had him pierce it as a baby). Having his top surgery was challenging enough! He just wanted to get some tattoos... :(

- Always carries an extra hair tie on his arm, like a bracelet. Mostly for himself, but sometimes he gives it to Charlie too

- Has dyslexia! Fucking hated school bc of that

- Likes: Skating, roller skating, climbing, collecting sick ass knives, bad horror movies, hair styling (he wanted to be a hairstylist as a kid even!)

- I don't have thaaaaat much to say about him as of right now since I'm still finishing Lost and Found, but he's growing a lot on me, I love him

PAIGE/ANGEL

- URGH I LOVE HER SO MUCH AAAAAAAAAA ULTIMATE SASS AND NIHILISM

- Their relationship with gender is... Confusing. Doesn't like any labels, really. Just go with she/them and you'll be fine. Considers themselves to be pansexual, though

- British ("sadly, stupid ass country"), still has a strong accent even if they have been living in the USA for quite a while

- ...They like tea though

- She works on the IT department of a big company. Boring office job. But she doesn't mind it that much. Everyone is nice enough and it pays the bills. That's more than enough for her

- But besides programming and gaming, her big passion in life is... Sewing! 80% of the plushies in her collection are handmade, including Sir Gengar himself

- Also a huge cinephile

- Is an INTP, and their birthday is on September 4th (it may or may not be a reference to Gengar's pokedex number)

- Pulled a LITERAL DEMON FROM HELL with her autism swag

- Has chronic pain on her left knee due to a past accident

- Obviously, huge Pokémon fan

- Ironically enough, doesn't really like cooking, which explains why their house didn't had shit when it comes to ingredients lol At least now they have a demon boy to cook for them

- Awful relationship with her family. All of it. Ran away for the USA to escape from them

- Doesn't have many friends irl, most of them are virtual friends

- Considers themselves to be "plain and boring". Normally they don't give a damn about it, but got kind of insecure when they and Lucien got officially together... But in their most confident days, they think it's hilarious how the most normal-looking human ever managed to pull a demon

- Deep, deep down, Paige is a sweet and caring person. Heck, that's why her soul was so enticing. She just has trouble demonstrating it (Autistic Struggle™)

- Likes four leaf clovers. No idea why. She just does

- ...I feel like she would watch Faust's streams ironically. She thinks the cat boy is hilarious

- Likes: Cinema, games, programming, plushies making, clovers, tea

ENID/STAR

- ...I haven't watched a single Faust audio in my life, but Enid just... Popped up in my head. Their design came to me and they were yelling at me to bring them to existence. So here they are?????? I really gotta hear the twink's audios any of these days...

- I don't even know much about them tbh lol But here's what I do have:

- Non-binary (AFAB), bisexual

- A tattoo artist! They're Sugarboo's friend that I mentioned all the way up there

- Likes to write and read in their spare time (IMAGINE THEM AND AURON WRITING FANFICTION ABOUT THEIR S/Os! Beautiful)

- Likes to watch sports (don't look like the type, do they?)

- Likes questionable shirts with 80s/90s aesthetics

- I can see them being friends with Paige/Angel, ngl :D

- ...That's all about Enid for now, maybe I'll develop them if I get around to hear more of Faust eventually lol

Idk if there's someone reading all of this, but if there is, tysm for reading this HUGE infodump 🥺 If you have any YV OCs, I would LOVE to hear about them too! My DMs are open!

#yuurivoice #yuurivoice listener #félix (rookie)#joyce (sunflower)#carina (sugarboo)#asher (casper)#paige (angel)#enid (star)

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juceynightmare · 1 year

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pink carnations part 5 finale - cody rhodes x reader

my masterlist

pink carnations masterlist

pairing(s): cody rhodes x reader, cody rhodes x brandi rhodes, austin theory x reader

warning(s): swearing

genre(s): heavy fluff

<< previous part ||

“junior, go and tell your dad and cody that dinner’s ready.” y/n told the teenager who was sat on the couch, laughing as junior complained about having to pause his game. she watched as junior walked, while dragging his feet along the floor, down to the basement where the two men were playing their own video games in the “man cave” as it was dubbed. she found it endearing how much junior looked like his dad, austin. the teenage boy even picking up on austin’s hobby of bodybuilding.

y/n began to set the table, smiling when her daughter, cora, bounded over to her to help with the table. she shot her daughter a knowing look, giggling when a blush creeped up on her daughter’s face. “you and junior are sure getting real comfy on that couch. you’re lucky i’m not dad.” y/n mused.

“stop! austin and i are just friends. swear. he’d never even look at me as a potential girlfriend. especially when he’s already being surrounded by senior cheerleaders who are drooling over him. oh -oops, sorry i mean junior.” cora quickly corrected herself, remembering that whenever she was around her parents to call austin, junior, as to not confuse him with her mom and dad’s austin.

y/n and cora sat across from each other at the table, waiting for the guys to emerge from the man cave. the two began to gossip, as girls do, as cora informed her mom of all the new high school freshman “tea” and how different it was from previous years “tea”.

“and then, this same girl comes up to me and she asks if austin, sorry, she asks if junior and i are dating but then she says it in like, you know that tone mom? the one where its like ‘oh i’m into him so you should back off’” cora rambles on, before eventually being cut off by her dad who gently pats her head.

“wait, start from the beginning. we just got here.” cody mused, smiling at his daughter’s red face as she looks as if she got caught doing something bad.

cody walked over to the other side of the table, leaning down to greet y/n with a kiss before sitting down beside her. austin took the seat beside cody while junior sat down beside cora on the opposing side of the table.

“looks good, y/n. smells great too.” austin commented, picking up his utensils and already beginning to dig in.

y/n giggled, watching the others take their first bites of the food before she did herself. she couldn’t believe the situation she was in, remembering how so many years ago it took them forever to get to this spot.

she remembers how mad cody was when she told him she wouldn’t be getting the surgery. she also remembers shutting him up with a kiss and leaving him breathless that morning. cody had convinced her that their love would be enough, and so, y/n decided that she didn’t need surgery. if their love was truly enough, then contrary to cody’s beliefs, time would be on their side.

and they were right.

the flowers cleared up a month after that fateful night, although they both thought that y/n was certainly dying because of how much she was dry heaving without anything coming out. eventually though, the entire plant, including its roots, were expelled into the toilet of their shared hotel room as the two cried tears of joy in each others arms.

and brandi? to no one’s surprise, brandi contracted hanahaki. it was sad to experience for cody, but his selfish mind had reminded him that he has y/n. brandi didn’t need to know cody’s opinion before deciding to go through with the surgery although her hanahaki was in early development. because of the decision to undergo surgery, brandi and cody had to unfortunately terminate their pregnancy. the two mourned separately over the loss of their unborn child but knew that, in time, their wounds were heal and that the decision was ultimately for the better.

once the divorce was finalized, cody remembers immediately going out to buy a bouquet of pink carnations. the flowers were bittersweet in a way, but they were still so undoubtedly his and y/n’s flowers that he didn’t need to ask for different flowers. he remembers the joy on her face when he asked her to, finally and officially, be his girlfriend again.

and then, came their wedding day years after. austin served as cody’s best man, the three of them becoming an unstoppable trio together. y/n and cody would find out they were having a child together not too long after, and austin, in seemingly true austin fashion, had found out he would also be having a child - just with someone that was a one-night stand.

two weeks after austin had been granted full custody of his son not too long after junior was born, cora had been born. to their parents’ eyes, junior and cora were fated to become best friends - and maybe more - from the start. and from this formed their unusual, yet very exciting family dynamic.

y/n looked around the table with a wide smile, so incredibly happy with how life had turned out. she defeated hanahaki, is now married to her first ever love, has a child with this same man, and her child is best friends with the son of her own best friend.

cody seemed to have caught his wife getting lost in her thoughts, pulling her away from her mind by placing a hand on her thigh and squeezing it. just before he was able to address her, junior cleared his throat from the other side of the table and caught his attention, “uh, mr. runnels.”

all eyes were suddenly on junior, y/n and cody looking on with confused looks while cora seemed hopeful. austin, though, fought back a smile knowing exactly what his son was about to do.

“yes junior? and i thought we were over the mr. runnels thing. you’re practically family at this point, you can at least call me cody.” cody addressed junior, setting down his utensils. he removed his hand from y/n’s lap, sitting upright in his chair. he could tell junior was nervous, judging by the way the boy was practically shaking in his seat. and if cody’s instincts were to be correct, he has a suspicion on what junior was about to ask him.

“i was, wondering if.. you know, i could take cora out on… a date.. sometimes… it’s ok if you want to tag along of course! you know, i know you’re very protective of cora and, and i am too! i wouldn’t want to hurt her, of course. i uhm, yeah.” junior caught himself rambling, his face turning beet red in embarassment. it did help when he felt cora grab his hand from under the table and squeeze it.

y/n giggled besides cody who had seemingly tensed up, frozen in shock and disbelief. she nudged cody as if to break him out of his trance. “well, mr. runnels. what do you think?” she teased him.

austin brought a hand up and rested it on cody’s shoulder, squeezing his friend’s shoulder as he urged him on, “come on, mr. runnels. what’s going on in that head of yours.”

cody sighed, relaxing back into his seat. “in all honesty, i was more afraid you were going to tell me that you were already seeing my daughter behind my back and had gotten her pregnant.” he laughed, earning a gasp and slap on the chest from his wife, a whined out “dad!” from his daughter, and a slight nudge on the arm from austin.

“but yeah, sure you can take my daughter out on a date. but where are we going and when is the real question.” cody continued, picking his utensils back up and going back to eating his food.

“we?” junior questioned, enjoying the way that cora had shoved her face into his shoulder to hide her blushing face after her dad’s comment. knowing that the adults were, in fact, more observant than he thought they were about the way he and cora felt for each other, junior didn’t think twice about wrapping his arm around cora to pull her in closer. this, of course, earned him a whistle from his own dad and caused cora’s blush to deepen.

“well yeah, i said what i said. did you already forget that you basically invited me out on your date too? i was going to let you two kids off and do whatever since we’ve already let y’all do that but if you insist on having me there then i will gladly be there.” cody said with a laugh, using a napkin to wipe away at his mouth. cody, y/n, and austin all laughed at the realization that washed over junior’s face as his mouth dropped open to form an “o”.

yeah, y/n thought, this was certainly the good life. she glanced over at the vase of pink carnations that was out on their coffee table, the pink carnations that cody would buy her every other week whenever the old bouquet would die out.

it was odd to think that the lowest point of her life would open new doors that lead her to finding another person to call her best friend, as well as eventually being able to openly love her first love, but y/n wouldn’t want it any other way.

fin.

#cody rhodes x reader #cody rhodes #wwe x reader #wwe fanfiction #wwe fanfic #wwe #austin theory x reader #cody rhodes imagine #cody rhodes fanfiction #austin theory #austin theory imagine #austin theory fanfiction

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joodlepo · 2 years

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Don't Get Caught / Hwang Hyunjin (18+)

Summary / The perfect vacation wouldn't exactly be complete without a little mischief, right? At least, Hyunjin thinks so. But, you might just have to see for yourself, won't you...?

Pairings / (Switch) Hwang Hyunjin + (F) Reader

Word Count / 5.2k

Warnings / Dirty Talk, Public Sex, Fingering, Creampie, Skinny-Dipping, Vanilla Sex, Fingering,

Skipping along the path of a forest stream, you couldn't stop a gentle grin from spreading across your face. The sun was shining brightly in a clear blue sky and it seemed like spring had finally arrived after what felt like months of cold weather.

A warm breeze blew through the trees as they swayed gently back and forth with the morning light, filtering down on them, making everything seem fresh and new again. It almost made you want to run out into that beautiful sunshine, just for the sheer joy of being alive!

You were still dressed in the same clothes as yesterday, but thankfully there wasn't any sign of anyone around, so far at least. You'd been walking for about an hour now, and hadn't seen anything more than some birds flying overhead or squirrels scurrying up tree branches. But, even those things didn't bother you much today; the scenery all around you was too lovely to take seriously.

"Ah... this is great," You said aloud before letting out another long sigh as your smile faded slightly. "I can see why people love going outside..."

It's not like you hated nature, exactly – it just tended to get boring very quickly when you weren't doing something else. And since most places where you could go outdoors only really offered hiking trails and such, you generally avoided them unless you needed exercise. Even then, if given a choice between running laps on a treadmill and taking a walk somewhere nice, you always went for the latter option every time.

"Right~? I'd much rather be here than stuck inside." A voice came from behind you without warning.

Startled by its sudden appearance, you jumped a little bit, and spun around to look over your shoulder. Hyunjin was standing there, smiling innocently at you while he held his hands together in front of him. His eyes twinkling with amusement as he looked directly into yours. He wore a loose fitting shorts which left his muscular legs bare, and despite the fact that it was early spring, he had no coat or jacket either. Just his usual black leather boots, dark green shirt, and brown belt.

His hair was tied back tightly against his head with several small silver pins holding it away from his forehead and neck. It reminded you somewhat of how you usually styled your own hair, except that instead of the short ponytail, you kept tucked under your hat, Hyunjin's flowed freely past both shoulders. He appeared completely unbothered by your reaction though, continuing to watch you curiously until he spoke up once more. "It's kinda weird seeing someone who hates nature actually enjoying themselves, isn't it?"

"Well yeah... I mean, I don't hate nature per se..." You shrugged lightly, trying hard to ignore the way he was looking at you. "Just... well... walking around aimlessly doesn't really do much for me..."

Hyunjin gave a slight chuckle at that comment before giving his head a quick shake. "Don't worry, I'm pretty sure everyone has their preferences."

"Yeah..." You agreed weakly, feeling a blush creep up your cheeks.

The two of you continued talking easily enough, chatting about various topics ranging from school to hobbies.

Despite having known each other for years, neither one of you ever got tired of hearing about the others life. After all, it was easy to talk to Hyunjin because he never judged you based on superficial qualities like looks or money, nor did he try to change you into someone different. In many ways, he was like an older brother figure for you; kind yet firm in his advice, and always ready to lend a helping hand whenever you needed it.

As you talked, however, you began to notice that your surroundings were changing subtly. Where there had originally been only grasslands and sparse trees, now the landscape gradually changed as you walked further inland. There were fewer shrubs growing alongside the stream now, replaced by taller plants with longer leaves and wider stems. Their pale yellow flowers stood out starkly amidst the lush greenery surrounding them.

They also seemed to have thicker trunks, and their roots stretched farther out below the soil's surface. At first glance, these plants looked similar to ones you would find near rivers or lakes, but upon closer inspection you noticed that they were quite distinctively different. Each plant grew differently, and there were even a few varieties which resembled trees in shape. One particular type of flower caught your eye, as it was unlike anything you had seen before.

"Hey, Hyunjin? What's this thing called again?" You asked, pointing towards the tall stalk sticking up above the rest of the foliage. Its stem was thick and sturdy, topped off by large clusters of tiny white blossoms.

"That's a lotus plant, I think," Hyunjin answered simply, reaching down to pluck one of the blooming petals from its stalk. He brought it up to his nose to smell it before turning to face you. "They're used mostly for medicinal purposes, especially during times of war."

Your mouth dropped open slightly at that, unable to hide your surprise. "Woah! So they heal wounds? Like, actual injuries?"

Hyunjin nodded slowly, tilting his head to the side as he watched you carefully. "Yep... and I've heard that some people use them in cooking too, although I haven't tried that myself. But yeah, apparently they taste good if prepared properly."

You smirk faintly at that. "Wow, so smart~!"

"Yeah, real charming, Y/N. Just save those crappy compliments for another time," Hyunjin teased playfully, waggling his eyebrows at you as he tossed the flower aside. "Anyway, we should probably keep moving so that we make it home before nightfall."

With another light laugh, the two of you turned around to resume walking, leaving the strange flora behind for now.

A few hours later, you sat across the table from Hyunjin in the cabin you've both rented out every year when visiting this place. It wasn't particularly fancy, just a simple wooden building set right beside the river where you could fish. As such, it didn't cost nearly as much as staying at one of the fancier hotels along the coast, but still provided you both with everything necessary for a comfortable stay.

For example, it had electricity, running water, a working toilet, and a bed big enough for three. Not to mention plenty of space outside to stretch your legs while taking in the scenery. And since you'd gotten here early, you had managed to get a private room to yourselves.

And speaking of scenery...

"You look good when you're cooking like that, you know?" You commented idly, sipping on a cup of coffee, watching him stir something in a pot over the fire.

"Didn't I say to save those compliments?" Hyunjin shot back teasingly, shaking his head as he stirred the stew he was preparing. The scent of meat and vegetables filled the air, making your stomach growl audibly.

"...Yeah, but it's true," You chuckled softly. "I can tell that you put effort into what you cook, and it shows."

"Oh please. Just 'cause I follow the recipe book doesn't mean I'm any good at cooking," Hyunjin scoffed, waving away your words dismissively. "Besides, who says I need to be amazing at it anyway? This is supposed to be a vacation after all, not a culinary competition."

"But isn't food meant to bring people together?" You countered. "It's a way to share experiences and create bonds between strangers. Isn't that part of why you come here?"

He paused, glancing sidelong at you curiously. "...Hm? And since when are you a stranger? Last time I checked, you're my annoying girlfriend, who keeps me awake half the night showering me with kisses~"

"G-Good point..." You mumbled weakly, blushing dark red as he smirked knowingly at you.

After a moment of silence, you cleared your throat awkwardly. "Sooo... how about you start serving us already then?"

The corner of Hyunjin's lips quirked upwards as he poured out two bowls full of steaming hot stew onto the plates laid out in front of you. You took yours eagerly, digging into the savory meal with relish. It tasted like heaven, the flavors blending perfectly together. As you ate, you found yourself staring dreamily at Hyunjin as he continued to serve himself, eating with a far more reserved demeanor than you did.

His cheeks flushed lightly whenever he caught your eyes, and you couldn't help but grin widely at each little interaction.

"It's delicious, but that's no surprise," You remarked casually, licking your fingers clean of the last bits of sauce clinging to them. "I just wish there was more though, I want seconds!"

Hyunjin chuckled softly at that. "Careful. You don't want a stomach ache tomorrow, do you?"

"No, of course not," You agreed quickly, raising an eyebrow at him. "Anyway, I think I'll hit the hay soon. See you in the morning?"

"Of course," Hyunjin replied easily, smiling warmly at you. "Nighty night..."

You smiled back at him, getting to your feet as you stood up. With a quick wave goodbye, you made your way upstairs towards the bedroom. After changing into pajamas and brushing your teeth, you crawled under the covers of the bed and waited patiently for sleep to take hold. Unfortunately, you weren't able to drift off quite as fast tonight. Instead, you were plagued by thoughts of Hyunjin, imagining him lying next to you in bed, snuggled close against you as he nuzzles his face into your neck.

Your heart raced with excitement, feeling flutters in the pit of your stomach as you imagined kissing those soft lips.

Eventually, however, your mind started to wander elsewhere, and eventually drifted off to sleep. Hours passed by without you realizing, until finally you woke up groggily due to the sunlight pouring through the windows. For some reason, you felt incredibly thirsty, so you decided to go downstairs to grab a glass of water before heading down to breakfast.

When you stepped out of the door, you immediately froze upon seeing the sight in front of you. There, standing tall amongst the trees surrounding the house was Hyunjin. He wore nothing but a pair of black swim trunks, his muscled chest on display as he leaned forwards slightly, stretching out his arms above his head. Even from this distance, you could see the slight sheen of sweat on his skin, making you blush bright pink at the thought of being exposed to such a view. You tried to turn around and walk away, trying desperately to hide your embarrassment, but he called out to you, causing your legs to freeze mid step.

"Morning, Y/N~!" Hyunjin greeted cheerfully. "Sleep well?"

Your cheeks burned even brighter now, turning beet red as you fidgeted nervously. "Y-Yes! Um, I slept very soundly actually."

"Mmhm, sounds good," Hyunjin hummed happily. "So, what do you want for breakfast today?"

For whatever reason, hearing him talk like that made you feel less embarrassed, probably because he sounded genuinely happy rather than mocking or condescending.

"Um, I'd like oatmeal if possible," You muttered quietly, looking down shyly. "With blueberries and honey, please."

Hyunjin nodded once, grinning broadly at you. "Gotcha!"

He turned around, walking over towards one of the tables outside where he grabbed several bowls along with a pot filled with oats, milk, sugar and various other ingredients. As he walked past you again, you couldn't help but stare at him, unable to stop yourself from doing it.

His bare shoulders were broad and strong, tapering down to a trim waist which tapered further to a set of toned thighs clad in tight black shorts. The muscles bulged underneath the fabric of his clothes, flexing ever so slightly with every movement he made. Every inch of him looked hard and defined, like a warrior ready to fight for their king.

And yet, a there was also more of a feminine part about him too. With a subtle curve to his hips, it gave him an almost hourglass figure when viewed straight on. And unlike most men, he had long hair tied behind his head in a ponytail, the silky strands falling freely to frame his face. This man is definitely attractive, you realized after watching him move gracefully across the yard, humming to himself as he prepared your food. But there's still something different between him and everyone else...

After finishing cooking your breakfast, Hyunjin came back over to you carrying two large bowls, placing one onto the table before taking another seat opposite you. You sat down gingerly, unsure whether you should eat first or simply sit here awkwardly while he did so.

In the end, you opted for the latter option.

"Here you are," Hyunjin announced, holding the spoon out towards you. "Eat up!"

You hesitantly took the bowl, staring down at the contents inside. It seemed to be mostly plain oats with only a few chunks of blueberries mixed in, topped off with small amounts of brown sugar and honey. However, there were also little bits of cinnamon sprinkled throughout the dish, adding just enough spice to make the taste more interesting.

It doesn't look bad, per se, though you would have preferred a bit stronger flavor. Still, it didn't seem that he'd poisoned you either, so maybe things wouldn't be all bad?

"Thanks," You said softly. "I'm sure I'll like it...."

"Good, then enjoy!" Hyunjin grinned brightly.

You gave him a smile in return, picking up the spoon and beginning to scoop up some of the oat mixture. When you brought it to your mouth, however, you paused. A sweet, fruity scent wafted from the food, causing your senses to come alive, making you salivate involuntarily. Your stomach grumbled loudly, demanding you feed it soon.

Slowly, you began eating, enjoying the light texture of the oatmeal against your tongue. The sweetness of the berries added a nice contrast to the savory flavors of the oats, making everything blend together into a wonderful symphony of tastes.

As you ate, you noticed Hyunjin watching you intently, his eyes glued to your lips as they moved. His gaze became increasingly intense as he watched you take bites of the meal, causing you to blush and avert your eyes.

"How does it taste?" Hyunjin asked suddenly.

"Oh, um..." You swallowed, forcing yourself to speak. "Very delicious! Thank you for preparing me something so tasty."

Hyunjin smiled warmly at your compliment. "Glad to hear it. Now hurry up and finish already, we need to get going soon."

When you finished, you stood up and helped clean up the dishes, washing them quickly by hand and stacking them neatly on top of each other.

Once done, you followed Hyunjin back outside, blinking as bright sunlight blinded your eyes. The day was surprisingly hot, beating down upon you mercilessly. Sweat dripped down your forehead, stinging as it fell into your eyes and ran its way through your lashes. Thankfully, Hyunjin had thought ahead and given you a towel, allowing you to wipe away the moisture without having to touch any part of your body.

"Alright, let's go!" Hyunjin declared cheerily, grabbing your hand and leading you towards the nearby lake.

"Wait, what?!" You exclaimed in surprise. "We're swimming now?"

"Yup!" He replied gleefully. "Come on! We don't wanna miss the fun~"

Your cheeks burned redder than usual as you stared at Hyunjin, dumbfounded. Still clutching your hands firmly in his own, he led you down the path towards the water, both of you stepping carefully until reaching the edge of the shoreline.

The forrest surrounding the area provided ample shade from the sun, meaning the heat wasn't quite so oppressive here compared to elsewhere within this forest. Even so, you could feel your skin begin to burn under the unrelenting rays. Suddenly, Hyunjin pulled you down onto the soft grass beside the lakeshore, letting you rest in the cool shade. As he settled next to you, you glanced around nervously at the trees above, wondering if anyone might see you.

"Uhm... are we even allowed to do this?" You asked timidly. "Aren't there rules about being naked outdoors?"

Hyunjin chuckled. "Nope, not really. This place isn't very popular anyway. No one will bother us unless they want to, which means no worries for you~"

His words made you relax somewhat, but you couldn't help feeling nervous nonetheless. After all, you weren't exactly accustomed to nudity, especially when others were involved. Still, it was too late to turn back now, so you forced yourself to calm down, reminding yourself that there wasn't anything wrong with showing off your body. And besides, you knew how handsome Hyunjin looked. Surely everyone else must realize that as well, right?

"... Alright then," You murmured quietly. "Let's just hope no one comes along who doesn't know how attractive you are..."

He laughed lightly at your comment. "Damn, again with the compliments? Keep that up and I may start thinking you're flirting with me or something..."

With those parting words, Hyunjin stripped out of his swim trunks and tossed them aside carelessly, before diving straight into the lake. The splashing sound caused you to jump slightly in surprise, but you managed to compose yourself quickly enough.

"H-Hey, wait for me!" You called after him, waving frantically. "Don't leave me behind!"

Hyunjin turned around to give you an amused grin, his long hair flowing freely across his shoulders. It seemed to glisten beautifully in the hot sunlight, catching your eye as he swam over to you. With a mischievous smirk, he reached forward and grabbed hold of your arm.

"Well? Are you coming in?" He teased gently.

Despite wanting nothing more than to stay where you were, you found yourself unable to refuse Hyunjin's request. Taking off your own clothes, you dived headfirst into the water, gasping loudly as cold liquid rushed past your ears. It took some time for you to adjust to the temperature of the water, but once you did, you started swimming alongside Hyunjin, giggling as the current pushed you forwards.

Soon, you began moving faster, kicking your legs rapidly beneath the surface of the water.

When you finally came up for air again, you gasped happily, wiping droplets of water from your face. But, your soon breath caught in your throat however, when you saw Hyunjin standing proudly back near the shoreline. He was still very much nude, his pale skin glowing brightly against the backdrop of the sun. His muscles rippled with every movement, making them look like smooth stone sculptures carved directly out of flesh. Each inch of his body was toned and defined, looking almost inhuman in their perfection.

You blushed hotly at the sight, staring wide eyed at the gorgeous man before you.

"Y/N, I can see you staring from here~! Stop ogling already!" Hyunjin shouted playfully, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.

Unable to respond, you merely swim back towards him, stopping only when you were close enough to reach out and take hold of his wrist. When you did, Hyunjin gave you another teasing smile, his fingers curving around yours. He then slowly pulled you out of the water, helping you stand up on the ground.

Your naked form shivered slightly in the hot weather, causing you to cling tightly to Hyunjin's shoulder. Thankfully, the wetness between your thighs had been cooled by the water, so the sensation felt pleasant rather than uncomfortable. As soon as you stood upright though, Hyunjin let go of your hand. Instead, grabbing you roughly and pulling you flush against his chest. One of his arms wrapped itself possessively around your waist, holding you securely while the other slid down to cup your ass, squeezing it firmly.

"See? Skinny dipping is fun, isn't it?" Hyunjin smirked smugly.

"Mngh..." You grunted softly, biting your lip. "Y-Yeah."

There was certainly truth to what he said; skinny dipping was indeed fun. But perhaps because you'd never done it before, the experience also felt different somehow. A part of you still wanted to be modest, despite knowing full well that nobody could possibly see you through the trees surrounding the lakeshore.

The thought alone left you feeling embarrassed, prompting you to lean away from Hyunjin's touch. However, the moment you moved, he tightened his grip and brought his lips down onto yours.

"Aww, don't worry~" Hyunjin cooed softly, nuzzling your cheek affectionately. "No one can see us... We're safe."

Before you could object, Hyunjin kissed you again, but more deeply this time. At first, your mind reeled with confusion and shock – until suddenly, everything melted away. All thoughts vanished as your body grew tingly, melting together under his kiss. Every nerve ending in your body became alive and responsive, sending delicious warmth throughout your entire being. And all the while, Hyunjin continued to press his naked body closer and tighter against you, deepening the passionate kiss even further. As if sensing this, you moaned softly into his mouth, wrapping your own hands around his neck.

His tongue slipped inside your parted lips, tasting sweet and tangy on your tongue. The sensation made your knees grow weak, causing you to stumble backwards slightly. Hyunjin didn't stop kissing you, instead guiding you deeper into the shade of the tree beside him. There, he pressed you up against a large boulder, pinning both of your wrists above your head.

Without hesitation, he leaned down and captured your lips yet again. This time however, the kiss went much longer, lasting several minutes before finally coming to an end.

Breathless, you looked up into his eyes. They shone brilliantly in the morning light, sparkling like diamonds. For the briefest of moments, you wondered how anyone could ever get tired of such beauty. Suddenly, Hyunjin shifted his gaze downwards. His expression darkened considerably, taking on a predatory quality unlike anything else. Your breasts bounced lightly against the calming breeze, giving him ample opportunity to stare hungrily at your cleavage.

"Those look really nice..." Hyunjin mused quietly, reaching up to grab your right breast.

With surprising strength, he lifted your boob upwards, pressing its softness against his large palm. It was hard to tell due to the lack of clothing, but judging by the way his hand squeezed and groped, it seemed like your nipple was getting quite aroused too.

"Ahhh..." You whimpered, squirming slightly as he fondled your sensitive tit.

Hyunjin grinned darkly at this reaction, shifting his attention to your other side. He grabbed your left breast just as forcefully, squeezing it roughly in his strong fist. With each passing second, more moisture began seeping from your sex.

"Hmhm... So cute," Hyunjin murmured approvingly, stroking his thumb across your erect nipple. "I'm glad we came out here today~"

"M-Me too..." You replied breathlessly.

He smiled knowingly, before taking one of your nipples into his mouth. Despite having seen it plenty of times prior, watching, him suckle on your breast sent delightful sensations coursing through your veins. To make things worse, his plush lips were coated with saliva, making them slippery and smooth.

You groaned loudly, arching your back as his talented tongue swirled around the tip. In response, Hyunjin sucked harder, drawing more liquid from within. Soon, your whole breast was glistening with a thin sheen of perspiration, which he lapped up eagerly.

After sucking for another minute or two, Hyunjin released your from his warm cavern, licking his lips clean. Then, he reached down to slide his fingers along your inner thigh. Before you knew what was happening, he pushed two long digits inside your dripping slit.

"Nng!" You cried out involuntarily, jerking forwards slightly. "Guh... Ahh..."

It took some effort not to moan audibly, especially when he started moving his fingers slowly. Your hips buckled instinctively, forcing him to hold your legs apart. However, he kept thrusting his finger in and out without pause, allowing you little chance to recover. Within seconds, your breathing had grown ragged once again, only adding to the pleasure building deep within your core.

"W-Wait! I'm gonna c-cum soon!" You gasped, struggling beneath his weight.

But rather than stopping, Hyunjin simply gripped your waist tightly, holding you steady. That wasn't enough to deter him though – after all, you couldn't exactly run away now. Instead, he merely increased the speed of his movements, driving his thick digit into your needy pussy over and over again. As always, your climax hit you almost instantly, sending jolts of pleasure shooting through every inch of your body. Each successive wave of bliss caused your muscles to spasm uncontrollably, leaving you unable to move.

And despite that, Hyunjin still relentlessly pounded his finger into your wet depths. Until finally, he felt something stir within you. A warm pressure built up quickly, growing larger and hotter with each passing moment. Just as you thought it might burst forth, he withdrew his slickened digits from between your thighs. The sight alone was enough to send waves of arousal rushing through your loins.

"Geez, did you cum already?" Hyunjin chuckled, looking down at your flushed face.

The sudden shift in mood made your cheeks flush bright red, prompting you to stammer: "...Y-Yes."

"Oh good, because I'd be seriously insulted if you hadn't," He smirked, releasing your wrists from above your head. "Now then, since we're both horny right now, should I take the lead? Or do you want me to go first?"

Hyunjin words set off an unexpected chain of events. What started as a simple question suddenly became so much more; and with no time to think about it, you answered with very few words.

"L-Let me..."

Without even realizing it yourself, your voice grew hoarse as you spoke those two syllables. Not waiting for any further explanation, Hyunjin quickly spread himself open wide, revealing his swollen cockhead. As expected, he was completely engorged and leaking copious amounts of precum onto the grass below.

"Mn... Looks like you really are turned on, aren't you?" You whispered softly, reaching out towards him.

His shaft twitched upon hearing your comment, causing droplets of clear fluid to splatter on the ground. His eyes widened briefly, before returning their focus to yours. They burned with desire, urging you to continue.

"Duh~" Hyunjin said playfully, pushing your hands aside. "But, if you gonna dominate me, do it by fucking my brains out. Not playing with my dick, Y/N..."

Your cheeks reddened, but you nodded anyway. After all, there was no point denying your desires anymore. It wouldn't change anything either way. All that mattered was how far you could push things, until they inevitably collapsed under their own weight...

And so, your trembling hand grasped Hyunjin's pulsating length firmly in place.

With a soft gasp, you place yourself atop him, straddling his lap. His large frame swallowed you easily, leaving just enough space between you that you didn't feel suffocated. But more importantly, he fit perfectly against your crotch, providing ample friction while also keeping you close. With that done, you leaned forward slightly, planting your palms on his chest. From here, you were able to control your motions, guiding Hyunjin deeper into your welcoming folds. Though the angle was awkward, you managed to find your rhythm fairly quickly, pumping him gently inside of you.

"...How's that?" You asked breathlessly, staring intently at his handsome features.

"It's passable, but don't expect too m-much," He replied with a smirk, clearly enjoying this new role reversal. "You can do better than that, Y/N..."

Despite his teasing words, his expression remained serious throughout. In fact, his gaze seemed to burn with lust, making you wonder why he wanted to talk at all. Perhaps it wasn't such a bad idea after all, seeing as how he had yet to fully give in to his baser instincts.

That being said, you couldn't deny that your pace was slow. Sooner or later, Hyunjin would get tired of watching. And once that happened, he'd probably make some excuse to end this little game. Then again, maybe not. If you played your cards right, you might actually coax him into letting loose. That is, assuming you knew what you were doing. Deciding to test your hypothesis, you slowed down ever so slightly, eliciting a sharp grunt from Hyunjin.

However, rather than chastising you for failing, he simply continued moving his hips back and forth beneath you. This allowed you to regain your footing, allowing you to move faster without having to worry about slipping.

As the tempo increased, Hyunjin's breathing quickened alongside yours. Each thrust sent ripples radiating outward across your sensitive flesh, only heightening the sensations coursing through your body. Meanwhile, Hyunjin let out several lewd grunts every few seconds, adding another layer of heat to the situation.

"S-Shit, I can't take this much longer!" Hyunjin cried out loudly, his voice echoing throughout the forest.

Those last few words gave you pause for thought. While you weren't sure if he meant them literally, there was no harm in trying to oblige. Thus, you shifted your position slightly, tilting your pelvis upwards. The result was immediate, as Hyunjin bucked wildly beneath you, slamming his hips up and down in a desperate attempt to reach release.

However, despite his efforts, it soon became obvious that he wasn't going to achieve orgasm anytime soon. At least, not unless you took matters into your own hands. So, with renewed vigor, you sped up your movements, pounding Hyunjin's thick rod into your slick depths. By now, both of your bodies were coated in sweat, which only served to increase the intensity.

After several minutes of hard work, you felt Hyunjin begin to tense up.

A moment later, he released a loud cry of ecstasy, shooting rope after rope deep within your tight pussy. Your insides clenched tightly around him each time his hot load gushed inside, causing your muscles to spasm uncontrollably. The pleasure was almost too intense, prompting you to stop moving altogether. Instead, you clung desperately onto his broad shoulders, burying your face against the side of his neck. There, you closed your eyes and savored the sensation coursing through your entire body. Even when his climax subsided, you stayed buried in his lap, prolonging the experience as long as possible.

Eventually though, reality caught up with you, forcing you to pull away from Hyunjin's sweaty form.

"Mmph." Hyunjin groaned softly, catching his breath.

"Too much? Sorry, I'll try to be gentler next time," You apologized sheepishly, earning an amused chuckle from Hyunjin.

"Nah, I'm fine, really," He reassured you with a wink before leaning over to plant a kiss upon your lips. "But I think we should head back now, don't you think?"

"Y-Yeah, I guess so..." You murmured quietly, glancing toward the sky.

It looked like it would start raining any minute now, meaning that you needed to hurry along. You stood up and offered a hand to Hyunjin, which he gladly accepted, rising slowly to his feet. Standing upright, he turned to look at you, taking a good measure of your flushed cheeks and swollen thighs. After giving you one more lingering glance, he then proceeded to walk ahead of you.

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se7ens-oc-heaven · 7 months

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Fun tip from your local oc hoarder: if you have old ocs or concepts that never went anywhere, didn't quite grab you, just didn't quite work - re-insert them into the world as the npcs. The background character. The side cast.

And here's why, in a nutshell - it'll help your world feel more cohesive, to you and to anyone seeing it.

Yeah, sure, you can hastily slap together a bland shopkeep during a shopping scene, or slip in generic fan designs at a concert. But if you have someone Established, specific, someone who doesn't Have to reoccur, buuuuut... maybe the main characters always go into the store during so-and-so's friday shifts, or maybe you have concert scenes frequently enough that you'd start picking out the same fans who always attend for their favorite band... Adds to how natural it all feels, you know?

Does it have to be an old oc? Can't it be someone made to fit, I hear you ask? Well, sure! And obviously if you only have one or two ocs that aren't active, you'll have to anyways. But it's a two birds with one stone exercise - because now you've streamlined your process for having an established npc. You already have an idea of how that old oc looks, or talks, or acts. You may already know what setting they'd likely frequent, or even miscellany like what music they like or hobbies they have. Your generic npc doesn't have to have speaking lines or relevance - but if they needed to or you wanted them to, now they can. They'll have substance that keeps things from feeling too flat.

And idk, obviously some people don't pay much attention to things like that - but I've found that it makes a huge difference to me even when I hadn't realized it. It adds some extra depth to the world in small ways, that you may or may not ever use, but that way it's already built in. No scrambling or extra work to project traits onto some faceless character who talks to your protag about musicians for one scene.

This is also helpful for subverting "kill your darlings" a bit, for those who struggle a lot with that concept in their writing and worldbuilding - because for me, my problem tends to be that it's not that the darling is Entirely Pointless, it's just that they aren't a good fit. Killing a really good idea and banishing it to the drafts forever can suck. But learning how to Recycle the darling helps keep it in relevance, but by plugging it in to a better purpose than the original draft. That makes it easier to cut ideas out of my writing - because I can rest easy knowing I have it in reserve for its time to shine elsewhere.

I'd imagine this won't work for everyone, but I've found as I work on my hero story that it's added a lot of joy. Characters who fell to the sidelines or into obscurity simply because they weren't cut out for hero business now have time to shine in other small ways.

I have a girl who realistically will end up just being a background jogger. But she's also on a track team, and likes handmaking pottery in her spare time. I have a guy with weather powers, but he's focused pursuing being a talented violinist, with minimal active involvement in the hero business beyond happening to have heroes who are fans of his work.

Heck, one of my favorite characters is a duo of guys sharing a body that are just waiters at the local diner. One of them can reverse gravity or even practically rewind time with the snap of his finger if he so chose. These are powers that he studies endlessly for so he can hone and refine them better. But all he cares about is protecting his family and friends, so all you typically see him use his powers for is preventing glasses from being broken or saving his crush from tripping.

It makes me happy to see my kids just going about their day, filling a role in the background. Will they be more relevant? It's possible! But even if they aren't, there will always be glimpses - of the redhead jogging down the street, of someone in the middle of listening to a track from a classical violinist, of a waiter effortlessly stopping plates from being dropped in the middle of taking an order - all in the backdrop of whatever panel or scene or what have you that comes up.

It helps it all feel more like a world everyone belongs in, rather than a staged play. You know? And it's a very fulfilling feeling for me, both as author and as reader.

So yeah. Don't be afraid to recycle those old ocs. Tweak or streamline them if you need, but if you hold them even a little dear to your heart and can get them to click, I promise you won't regret it.

#ocs #original character #original #writing #drawing #storytelling #tips #ig???#oc tips #man idk what to tag this all as or if it's helpful ajdsjfjdjfjdkcj #for now im tagging the ocs i mentioned just bc im sure ill want to read it again or smtg #spcverse #atalanta #cloud #jason #invert #long post #blablablah

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gwen-writes · 2 months

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The Fool

i was tagged by @purdledooturt to do WIP wednesday and here i am! i had the idea for a postgame ascended astarion fanfic, but with my own little twist, lol. here is the first chapter!

Summary: With no other options left to expend, Tav implemented a temporary solution. If the Vampire Lord could not be killed or saved, they would have to dull his strength - severely. And unfortunately, there is a ranger in Faerûn who is naive enough, kind enough, to feel bad for him.

Word count: 2.2k

Pairing: Ascended Astarion x Ranger!Female OC, but he's cursed to be a bat, because it's funny

The woods communicate, the soil must feel. Eyes etched into the bark of oaks, ears tucked into leaves. A hidden pact between the forest and wolves, roaches, beasts. It all sang to her, the tune that had been ingrained in her blood since birth. Pyryeva ran over her memories of lycanthropes in her head: the followers of Urdlen she had come across and slain, the petulant werecats clawing at her ankles in the defense of Shar, the wereboar who rammed into her tent and could not be convinced to just talk it out.

In fact, she often preferred to just convince creatures to leave - to stop harassing villages, or trampling beloved buildings. Other people found her a bit odd, something foreign and drifting behind her eyes that must have uneased acquaintances. But animals… understood. Scaled, hairy, or vicious, they paused to listen all the same.

And so this troop of lycanthropes, she prayed to Ilmater, would stop their ravaging and just listen. Her passing through the Wood of Sharp Teeth was meant to be swift, just a stop on her journey toward the Reaching Woods. The shreds of the High Moor Heroes’ Guild summoned her back home to Elturel, tearing her away from the outskirts of Candlekeep.

Candlekeep, she had once dreamed, would be the city where she finally became an academic, a scholar. Instead, she was promptly declined from every formal institution for her… well, there was a running list. Lack of foresight, short-term memory failure, lack of perception, lack of artistic strength. It took her around thirty minutes to realize that these tests were not actually a qualifier for entry through the Emerald Door, and instead the guards’ cruel way of mocking her.

Her exit from Candlekeep was bittersweet, but she knew that it would lead nowhere. As had many of her ventures - a poor attempt to be anything but a ranger with impressive aim. Politics slipped from her fingers before she even grasped it, an incomprehensible block of information that she could not register, let alone wield. Then there was fiction, song, welding. Fiction felt as though it was holding her mind and wringing it of all its joy, so she quit. Song tumbled from her mouth like a dreary scratching. She actually quite liked that hobby, but that time it was the protesting of her peers that willed her to leave it behind. Weapons were too heavy and domineering in her thin hands, fingers too fitted for a sleek bow to keep something formidable in her hold.

Embroidery stuck, her quick fingers weaving through fabric easily. That was enjoyable, for a while - the outstretched hands of Ilmater twined through her leather armor. And then, once her God had been preserved on all of her belongings, she was out of ideas. Nature was the next obvious option, but the badger she wanted for her gloves muddled into splotches in practice. The lovely frog for her blanket resembled more of wretched Grung.

Thus, Eltruel called to her, and she harkened back. Only the Wood of Sharp Teeth bisected her path home, and when the renowned storyteller Pallidor pleaded for her help against the plague of lycanthropes - was she meant to decline?

Werewolves, Pallidor had described them, cunning and volatile. They were still reeling from their loss alongside Grand Duke Valarken, though that man was long dead. She would have loved to live to see that battle. Pyryeva found humanity one of her greatest pleasures: their intense emotions, vulnerability, and courage lended themselves well to sex and gluttony, two of her favorite pastimes. However, she felt torn over the human lifespan. It was 1500 DR, the dawn of a new generation, and nothing exciting was happening. The monsters had been slain, most notably The Absolute. She loathed having not been a part of the “Heroes” troop. But she assured herself that she was meant to be alone, and meant to like it, and meant to give and give as Ilmater commanded.

As ridiculous as it may seem, she wished that new monsters would rise up in the coming years to give her a title of her own. Good things come to those who wait, as her scripture alleged. She smiled, padding along the damp forest floor, imagining beasts scurrying away under her command in exchange for heaps of gold.

Lycanthropes came in many forms: beautiful elven women or menacing orcs, their transformations ranging from a delicate swan to a dreadful wereserpent. Her awareness stirred, the woods calling out to her.

Deep musk, wiry fur tickling her fingers as if she was touching it freely.

The sight of her targets were just as she had pictured - goring, rabid werewolves. Like gnolls, but hopefully receptive to a little charisma. Curiously, though, their focus was completely rapt on the trees overhead, paws swiping at the air with no success. Had they taken it upon themselves to hunt a squirrel? Or a bird?

“Going after a squirrel? They’re defenseless,” Pyryeva watched them, like puppies chasing a toy. The pack of three whirled on her, snarling. The tallest one of the group ducked to all fours, lunging at her. The ranger’s nails dug into tree bark, crumbling under her force, as she leveraged herself atop the oak.

“I don’t want to shoot you, but I could,” The bow was already in position, an arrow tipped with silver aimed for his yellow, feral eyes. “I’m good at this. It’s kind of my job.”

He only responded with a grunt, before clawing his way up the base. Fine.

Blood squirted from his right eye socket, a dog yelp escaping his snout as he loosened his grip on the tree.

“Had enough?” She muttered, another arrow taut, suspended by her bow, immediately. The two lackeys in his wake deliberated amongst themselves, weighing the benefit of their previous prey with the supple-fleshed human hanging in a nearby tree. Apparently, Pyryeva was a better target.

“No way!” A huff escapes her as she hones her focus on one of her most consumptive spells, Speak with Plants. A waste in a battle so easily winnable such as this - as mother would scold - but Pyryeva was hired for her ability to win, not her ability to devise. The roots of the wide birch beneath the two lycanthropes rose from the dirt, entangling their massive paws.

“Your friends are trapped, and you’re about to be blind!” She called down to the leader. “Come out of your wolf forms, and talk to me!”

Instead, the werebeast opted to shake the oak with all his might, interrupting her balance. As a teenager, she despised when her instructors would force her to stand on one leg, books piled atop her head, for hours on end. Balance this, balance that. As if she had been training to join the circus, to tiptoe across rope. But it was as if novels depicting fairytales and wizard battles were resting on her skull, pressuring her to still.

“I don’t have to spare you, you know! I’ve just been hired to get your group to go away, and I’m trying to be kind!”

This wolf was relentless, yanking the arrow from his eye with a deep grunt.

“Damn you,” She hissed, her silver arrow heading for his throat, rather than another eye. The yellow of his iris was consumed by black, staring her down as he collapsed onto the leaves and soil. With a flick of her wrist, a swarm of pixies gathered around her frame, swirling down to the ground with her as she plummeted off of the tree.

The two final opponents stood, ankles beginning to look raw from the friction of their incessant wriggling.

“Will someone please just listen to me,” She panted. “I am Pyryeva. You are free to leave these woods - I will not harm you. All I ask for is peace.”

“And if you don’t give me peace, I will stick my pixies on you, and leave you for dead.”

The green fairies around her cheered with fanatic anticipation. No peace! No peace! No peace! Shrill giggles fell flat around the three of them, lost to the dank vines and stumps.

A burst of energy from the left side, dissipating to reveal a thin elven man with black curls. Pyryeva sighed with relief, ready to start speaking instead of threatening, but he offered her no such grace.

“We, the true lycanthropes of this realm, will not be outcast to other planes for any longer!” He bellowed. “Vehlarr will be restored in Faerûn! It must be done!”

Foam spilled from the corners of the right’s muzzle, teeth bared. Pyryeva gave them a long stare, waiting for the dam to break, waiting for them to see sense and reason with her. But when she studied the elf’s dark eyes, she found no such thing.

“Kill them,” She murmured softly, and the pixies whirled ahead. The ranger shut her eyes tightly, rushing away from the sight, leaving the desperate yelping of dogs behind.

That was, until, her neck was alight again; senses tingling and buzzing with… with nothing at all. Not nothing - it was all consuming, gnawing and starved. Blood sapped over hundreds of years, icy flesh, and then pure depravity. Women and men scattered across the floor, necks torn through. Whips, scars. And a heartbeat pounding, so loud it takes all of Pyryeva’s constitution not to keel over and sob.

Something rotten, something unholy and corrupt, something undead. Her instincts forced her to sprint, she was sure, to make quick work of the earth beneath her and vanish between the wood. And yet, when her eyes opened, that was not her view at all. A white bat was crumpled on the forest floor beneath her, and it reeked of undeath. But it was so… small. Fluffy. She knew that her senses had never been wrong, honed so particularly by her instructors that an error would never occur.

But she wasn’t in the habit of persecuting small creatures, no matter how undead they may be. A vampire bat, to be sure, but not one she couldn’t befriend. Pyryeva crouched, searching for visible wounds.

“You okay, little guy?” She cooed, and the white lids snapped open to reveal ruby eyes. In moments, it was latched onto her neck, stabbing through her flesh.

“Wha- Ow!” Pyryeva wrapped a fist around the little beast, ripping it from the wound. “You fucker! You fucking… fucker! Ow!”

It strained against her grasp, clawing at her thumb fiendishly.

“Let me go, you wench!” A deep voice emanated from the creature, so ironically demanding from such a cute face. Involuntarily, Pyryeva giggled.

“At least someone is talking to me today,” She flipped him upside down wordlessly, studying his form. “You’re so cute!”

“I will fucking destroy you, tear your muscle from bone!” His best attempt at a threat. She brought him a bit closer to her face, sniffing the air between them.

“You aren’t a normal bat,” She asserted.

“Well, aren’t you a scholar?” He spat, still wiggling in her hand.

“Vampire bat,” She ignored his slight toward her. “Are you here with the lycanthropes? The werewolves?”

“Those miscreants?” He hissed, offended. “Absolutely not.”

“Then why are you here?”

“Just flying by, of course,” The bat hummed.

“Well, I hope your travels are safe, little guy,” She smiled earnestly, lowering him to the ground and loosening her grasp.

“You are so trusting, little human,” He purred. “Who taught you to be so… docile? It’s fascinating.”

Somehow, he was animated when he spoke, one wing covering his chest as if scandalized.

“It’s just… how I am,” Pyryeva replied softly. She felt an inkling in the back of her skull - a warning that despite this bat being adorable and small, something devoid of soul hid inside. “I really should be going now. More werewolves to catch, and all.”

“Ah ah,” He corrected her. “You will be going nowhere at all.”

“What?” She stared down at him, now standing five and half feet taller than his tiny stature. His wings flapped, and he buzzed up to her face, meeting her gaze.

“My name is Astarion, and I have endured a terrible affliction, you see,” Astarion began, clearly preparing to delve into a story.

“Astarion? Like, "Hero of Baldur’s Gate Astarion?” Her voice was shrill. “Like, Vampire Lord Astarion?”

A killer. A shameless, overgrown child in the form of a handsome, elven man who had gone sick with power. Infamous for his parties and their gore, the feasting on innocents that he indulged in, day or night. The fearsome Vampire Lord who could not be stopped, no matter how many high ranking officials came knocking at his door. Their remains scattered through the streets - a demonstration - and a subsequent silence from the public.

He was corruption born from flesh, a demonic bastard who emerged from the fantastic defeat of the Absolute a vile, psychopathic monster.

“You are a scholar!” His red eyes beamed.

“I want nothing to do with you,” Malice twisted in her words, unlike her usual cadence.

“Oh, my dear, you want everything to do with me, because your sappy, frivolous God says so,” Astarion crooned, glaring at the symbol of Ilmater on her chest. “And if you don’t help me, I will transform and devour you.”

That was a bold-faced lie, of course. The reason he so desperately required her assistance is because he could not transform at all, not since last Uktar. And poor Pyryeva, not studied in her Baldurian literature or news, completely unaware of that fact.

She stumbled back from him, “You wouldn’t.”

Astarion laughed in her face, “Oh, I would.”

“What do you want from me?” Pyryeva forced out the words.

“Walk with me, dearest, and I will tell you the whole sordid tale.”

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