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illicit-eclipse · 29 days

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Moonlit Whispers

In the heart of a sleepy village, nestled among ancient oaks and dew-kissed meadows, lived two souls destined to intertwine.

Evelyn, with eyes like twilight, tended to the wildflowers that bloomed near the old stone bridge. Her laughter echoed through the valley, a melody that enchanted even the birds. Lucian, a brooding artist, sketched the world’s secrets onto canvas. His studio overlooked the same bridge, and he often stole glances at the girl who danced with the wind.

One fateful evening, as the moon hung low, Evelyn stumbled upon Lucian’s hidden sanctuary. The air crackled with anticipation. Their eyes met—a collision of stardust and longing. Lucian’s heart painted wild strokes, and Evelyn’s pulse echoed in the quiet night.

“Your flowers inspire my art,” Lucian confessed, his voice a fragile whisper.

“And your paintings breathe life into my petals,” Evelyn replied, her fingers tracing the edge of a half-finished canvas, while her eyes wandered from painting to painting of her precious flowers.

They later sat by the river, their souls entwined like ivy. Lucian revealed his dreams—the moon as his muse, Evelyn as his salvation. She shared her hopes—the bridge as a portal to distant lands, Lucian as her compass.

Under the moon’s benevolent gaze, they vowed to meet every night. Lucian painted Evelyn into existence—a nymph with petals for hair and eyes that held galaxies. Evelyn wove stories into her blooms—of love that transcended seasons and whispered secrets to the stars.

Their love bloomed like the wildflowers, unyielding and fragile. They danced on the bridge, their laughter echoing across the water. Lucian kissed Evelyn’s fingertips, tasting moonlight. She pressed her forehead to his, inhaling the scent of paint and promise.

But love, like moon phases, waxes and wanes. One stormy night, Lucian’s canvas remained empty. Evelyn’s flowers drooped, petals heavy with unspoken words. The bridge sagged under the weight of their longing.

“Will you forget me?” Evelyn asked, tears shimmering like morning dew.

“Never,” Lucian vowed, pulling her close. “I’ll paint you into eternity.”

And so, he did. His final masterpiece—an ethereal Evelyn, forever dancing on the bridge, petals swirling in the moon’s silver glow.

Years passed. The villagers spoke of the ghostly lovers—the artist who painted moonlight and the girl who whispered to flowers. They say that on moonlit nights, if you listen closely, you’ll hear Evelyn’s laughter and Lucian’s brushstrokes.

And so, their love became legend—a bridge between realms, a canvas of devotion. Under the moon’s watchful eye, Evelyn and Lucian danced, their souls immortalized in art and petals.

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theocinfodumpblog · 1 year

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Do you want a place to talk about your ocs?

Here it is!!

This is a oc infodump blog

You can send texts and texts about your ocs

(See the pinned to a little more info)

Reblog this to more people see.

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yourbestpalpercy · 3 months

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“Wh-Wh-What d-do you mean y-you’re going to…??” Iris couldn’t believe it! The Cogs, the very same machines who had brought her into this world, “You’re g-going to…delete ME!? B-But I’ve done nothing wrong..!” Iris whined, her large, fluffy pink mane deflating at the thought. Her large, white tail coiled around her leg, pulling the rainbow sock on it up.

“You haven’t been the least bit useful since your creation, Lovecake. All you have done is use our servers to inspire more rebellion among the Toons…this stops now,” H. Lesser hovered his cold, metal hand over the few buttons that would need to be pressed in order to delete Iris.

Iris growled loudly, clutching her paws as thunder clouds rolled into the sunshiny, clear skies behind her. Her tail struck the wall of the screen besides her as her blue antlers grew sharper. “You are all just a bunch of heartless jerks! Maybe if you jerks made better music, I wouldn’t be rebelling!” Iris pressed her muzzle to the screen, glaring directly at H. Lesser. Her frills tucked down as the rainbow fade on her face cycled to a sharp red.

“I’m sorry, Iris, but it’s our final decision. Any last words?”

“How about a final conversation because I wasn’t told about this AT ALL! How mean!” Iris crossed her arms, pulling away from the screen. Black slime had already started filling her eyes.

“...I guess I had asked for final words…” H. Lesser slowly pulled his hand away from the buttons and brought his hands into his lap. “Very well, Iris. Perhaps you can try to talk your way out of this…”

When H. Lesser picked up on the black slime filling Iris’s eyes along with her pupils changing to white skulls, he drew his head back with a hiss, “Don’t you start it with your morbid thoughts, you have been wasting paper printing all your thoughts.”

“If you try this whole thing again, maybe you shouldn’t allow me access to the printers!” Iris perked her frills up quickly. “Then again, I could just give myself those permissions, the digital world is mine to control…”

H. Lesser hadn’t even noticed the cables all strewn all around him start to writhe and move, seemingly inching closer to him. “What are you suggesting, Iris?” He pointed at the large dragon before him, glaring at the screen she was displayed on.

“I’m saying…” Iris crept closer to the screen, letting the black slime fall from her eyes…letting the white fur on her body fade to black until Iris’s skull pupils were all that H. Lesser could see. “When you made me…you thought you could restrict me…”

“I figured out my permissions…I had them changed…tick tock…” The skulls in her eyes changed to a 10 second time.

10…

Wires bound around H. Lesser, holding him still.

9…

They started to pull as a nearby collection of screens began to move.

8…

H. Lesser could feel as the wires pulled him to his limits.

7…

The other cogs felt themselves freeze in their tracks.

6…

New orders…new ruler…

5…

Iris laughed ever harder as wires swarmed over the main computer’s buttons

4…

There goes an arm…there goes a leg!

3…

There goes a torso! There goes a head!!

2…

Laid on the ground, H. Lesser could barely function, trying to look around and cry for help.

1…

Suddenly seized by his own guards, Iris said only a few words, standing as an amalgamation of machine and wired tvs as a crude body, “Annihilate him. Let him know he’s no longer god in these parts…”

And the guards listened, shutting down once the job was done.

Iris’s crude makeshift tail flicked as Iris started to giggle loudly. Her claws went to her face as she laughed loudly. “It worked! Everything worked out perfectly! Did I record his screams?? Maybe I can have it be known to the toons that this area is clear!! Oh I’ll have so many new friends! We’ll be best friends~!”

Iris’s face jolted into pink as she cheered excitedly at the thought. The black slime left her eyes as they returned to normal.

“This area is mine, now, Heartless…”

#oc oneshot #ttcc #toontownoc #toontown oc #toontowncorporateclash #toontown corporate clash #ttccoc

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ourolite2 · 3 months

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꒰꒰ CONCEPT.ㅤ some messy general headcanons with no less than circe himself. so, stay a while, grab a bite, no need to delay us with fight or flight. we'll need you plump and full for the bumpy ride... darling, i said grab a bite, or before long he might. is that what you want? less appetite than appetizer on your mind, is there? ꒰꒰ ALLERGY WARNING.ㅤ includes ... neutrally suggestive themes, lil’ fluff in the head canon portion p chill, yandere-like reader, sub + needy reader who’s also a degradee, teasing/slight degradation, mentions of blood consumption, insinuated human consumption (he is a vampire, what do you want from me), ominous tones, insinuated reader death (not described), addressing him as sir and mentioning him as master (not in any slave play kind of way), and gender neutral reader.

੭᱙. vampire!oc who sautés blood in a pan or drizzles it prettily overtop his meals. circe yué'li incorporates it into his meals creatively, maybe as a dressing, or perhaps as added flavor to some strawberry filling, rather than sucking it down straight from the source. can you imagine? doesn't that feel too.. cannibalistic? he’s a vampire, but please, goodness, he’s not primitive. the man has some dignity, he's not as old as dracula himself, jeez! have some manners.. (*cough, cough* uh.. circe has been tamed by society and an upright consciousness, but there is still something very wrong with him deep down. at the end of the day, he's a raw, sacrifical, eat-or-be-eaten animal. if he were to lose control somehow, circe would attempt to kill countless strangers, associates and loved ones without any recognition of who or what they are! teehee :3)

੭᱙. vampire!oc who is a firm believer that it does matter where the blood comes from. circe's not a fan of chicken blood or any bird-related blood really, so he just feeds the appendages and organs of these animals to his dogs when he's hunting (they're on raw diets, which are really good for dogs btw). this nigga prefers the blood of mythical creatures, however they're hard to come by as prey, since they often end up as his friend or associate or fucking mother-in-law rather than his prey *circe sighs in slight disappointment*. if not mythical, however, then he enjoys the taste of the blood of sea creatures, fellow vampires honestly, and all animals in the cat family (lions, tigers, leopards, his lover— oh, whoops!)

੭᱙. vampire!oc who is territorial as fuck over his home and hunts trespassers by any and all means.

੭᱙. vampire!oc who, despite being a vampire, goes to sleep unbearably early??? he’s passing out between 9 and 10pm generally. anything past that? there’s either a very valid reason as to why, or anyone witnessing him awake at 1am should be careful. no, i will not specify why caution is my word of advice for this scenario.

੭᱙. vampire!oc who wasn't a dog person but now has a doberman and a bloodhound who he'd go to kuzimu and back for. he loves snuggling with his first dog, the doberman, known as yìzé! circe gets nostalgic, yes, but also yìzé is just such a tsundere. he'll behave so stoic, stern and determined in front of others, but when it’s just him and circe he’s like a hopeless, adoring puppy again. <3 most often, he snuggles with babydoll, the oh-so-fitting bloodhound, who is not afraid to give kisses and cuddles!

੭᱙. vampire!oc who has two non-vampire boyfriends. wow, wow, wow! i know right? how lucky is he to be dating two of neso’s oc’s at the same damn time? he's the tallest of the trio, and also the clumsiest— partially due to his height. (i hear that’s a canon difficulty with tall people universally, chat is this real?) anyways, those oc’s will be revealed in time :PP now, stay tuned and snack on a little head canon drabble thing completely unrelated to the previous head canons. :D xD without further edging, introducing yours truly, circe yué’li!

𑁤 Loitering in Circe Yue'li's lea is the last location any death-abiding being should be. Alas, you're not here to abide or decline death, you're here for him, isn't that right?

He's pinning you. Blades of grass caress and itch your left cheek as your face is pressed along the pervasive greenery, with the crook of your neck being imposed upon as the cedar-skinned man-eater narrows his starved search for the prettiest piece of you to bite down on. He's confident that he'll go for that protruding vein streaming down the side of your neck; it's practically calling his name with every throb and thump, but as he slips out his tongue to take a taste, his prey deems it appropriate to grin. To smile, even? Well isn't that a sanguine way to live. Too eagle-eyed and cat-minded to proceed, your unfocused eye contact is physically demanded unto his own. He turns your head straight, then grants you the privelage of speaking to you, after humming in a dry, rough manner of acknowledgement. "Is there something fun about this to you? I take it you must like trespassing and cannibalism, stuff like this and that. Right?"

With the lack of fear in your visual reaction, as well as your hitched breaths and swallowed whines, he's sure the vengeful one of his boyfriends didn't earn you a death wish by sending him yet another snac- er.. victim. You came along all by your lonesome, of your own blankly lustful avidity, so it seems.

Becoming less phlegmatic with the scenario than unattractively tentative, Circe weighs his limited options. He may, one, give you what treatment you're due and enjoy a prompt lunch, or he may, two, pretend to be as morally upright as a socially-acceptable mortal man and release you back into the wild where you evidently do not belong.

"If you had to choose between a bite in your neck or a bite on your thigh, which would you prefer?" A scrupulous glare complements his straight-faced mug as he focuses on you from above, his gruff yet gentle voice proving his hunger to be placed on the back-burner for today's preference of food-play. But careful. He's becoming a vessel to restlessness as he's not fond of how long his favorite, flared black jeans have been in contact with the ground, as this scenario has exceeded at least a full minute by now.

Responding carelessly with a flirtatious tone and honey-drenched tongue, you sweetly sigh and mutter, "Anywhere.. please, sir? Just one little bite? A.. lick... lower?" Oh, bloody baby. You darling, doe-eyed ditz. How could you know he only asked so he could attest to himself that you were as romantically-disturbed as he envisioned and therefore fully worth ridding of? It's logic he's working with, love, and at this rate it's long overdue.

Really, do you enjoy the feeling of hopelessness in the pit of your stomach? That fluttering, warmness touching along your crotch? Does being such a pathetic presentation for Master Yuè’li turn you on? For fucks sake, you're less than a blood orange to him.

"Hm.. No, no thanks. That's a nice act, but if you could've showed me you were even a little bit sorry, then maaaybe I would've let you go." Presuming you as dead, despite your brief charm and hopeless, dumb-cutie prattle, Circe's grin widens as he leans back into that vein. The one that's been maintaining eye contact with him even more than that teary eyed, desperate, sick puppy-eyed look you've been limiting his lidded eyes to. His plump lips tickle that fleeting pulse beneath your febrile skin, earning your quivering body a chuckle against it from his agape mouth. God, but how blessed you are in your final moments, huh?

"Honestly, I didn't think you'd give in like that, I'm not some common grab, am I? Hm.. heh.. I wonder.." He gives your lash-fluttering peer one last look, his black-nailed hand lightly trapping a grip around your neck as his fangs give you a glimmered wink with his toothy smile. You swallow, and he sighs, asking one more query. "Did my lovers tell you how I like that nickname, sweetheart? How'd you say it..? 'Sir'?"

⑅ leman productions. all rights fucking reserved, do not plagiarize.

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screwzara · 3 months

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A Promise To Forever Keep

"Tell me I'm doing this right", the creature pleaded, hoping to not embarrass himself

"Oh hush, you are doing wonderfully Lin", the man replied with a big smile

'Lin.... What a lovely name'

"... You're saying that to make me feel better, aren't you?", Lin looked at the man with amusement

"Uh, well, whatever you say", the man sighed sheepishly, trying to deny Lin's lax accusation

"Ha ha, sure", Lin teased

'I... don't think I ever got yours...'

"Sooo, any reason you want me to learn how to weave?", Lin inquired

"I was hoping this would help you on your journey one day.", the man confessed bluntly

'You gave me everything you could'

"...I can see some merit in that decision, yes.", Lin answered quietly

"...I'll miss you when you leave. I know you want to explore everything you can, especially given your unique circumstances but that doesn't change the fact that you've been a lovely part of my life"

'Always so very sentimental'

"Nangse eigi machcha malline", he told Lin

'Nangsu eigi ippa malli...'

"....", Lin gave the man a small, reserved smile, opting to turn his attention to the task at hand

'Why didn't I say it back.'

This was never supposed to happen

The world crumbled before his eyes as ravaging beasts unlike anything he had seen laid ruin to his once quaint village and whatever else was unfortunate enough to come into their reach

'I had....so many chances'

Blood, so much blood. Too much blood.

"Wait no. No no no nononononono-", perhaps for the first time, Lin experienced fear

'I was foolish to think I would get another chance'

"Hey there.. my.... little snake", the man groaned, fatally wounded as he was, he wouldn't ever not greet his child

Even if that 'child' he spoke of so fondly was an otherworldly creature himself

'....I regret meeting you'

"Please, please-", tears slipped from his eyes, his first tears in all his sentient years

'Not because I didn't love you... I loved you like a son would love his father'

"H..e.y... remember your....goal?", he asked, his voice growing shaky

'....'

"Lin?", a voice snapped me out of my thoughts

"...yes?", I looked up at her from the pages of my journal I had found myself staring at

"You've been zoned out for a while, are you ok?", I always found it funny that some people had genuine concern for my wellbeing

"Zara, my wellbeing is not of your concern.", I understood that she was just worried, but part of me found it annoying

"Hey! I'm just making sure you're alright! What's the problem with that?", Zara huffed at me in mild annoyance

I rolled my eyes at her, "Yeah well, maybe you shouldn't be too focused on me, I'm not the one who keeps getting injured after all", I jabbed at her

"Uh huh, well I'm not the one who is absentmindedly staring at an empty page", Zara grumbled back before promptly returning to what she had been doing

".....", in a peak of curiosity, I decided to see what she was doing

I was zoned out for a good while if even she managed to notice it, who knows what she did during that time

"...What are you doing?", I asked quietly, looking at what seemed to be a pile of thin and dried strips of leaves and several woven baskets...which weren't the best quality

"Hm? I was attempting to weave a little basket, my dad told me doing things like these can help increase my focus", Zara replied as she picked up one of the baskets

"You clearly need more practice", I commented as I briefly examined the basket in her hand

"HEY! I never said I was good at it", she defended, I could see her embarrassment

"....I could...teach you...", I offered shyly

'Should I...?'

"Wait, really?", Zara gave me a questioning look, "You normally leave me to it, why are you offering help today?"

"Oh so now I can't offer a helping hand? Great, I'll leave you to it then-"

"NO I MEAN- Ugh, just teach me...", Zara sighed in defeat

"Knew you'd break quick", I gave her an amused smile

"I wouldn't be accepting it had I not known you were a good teacher", Zara replied in defense

"...sure, also where did you get the dried leaves from? We are currently in the middle of a giant city", I couldn't help but ask

"Pomar managed to get some from a relative of theirs", Zara didn't elaborate further on that

"...ok, there seems to be enough for at least 5 more attempts so I think we should be good", I noted as I picked up one of the strips

'...This was your final wish. And my eternal goal'

It almost felt like my ears burst when Zara screamed into my ear in excitement. Her basket was turning out really good after a few hours of pointers and tricks so she was really pleased with this lesson

'Learn all you can from every place you venture through, make it count for it was your first true thought'

"This basket's coming out really pretty, I can gift one to Ciera for her little gathering trips to the forest, maybe I can come with her too next time", Zara seemed ecstatic at the thought of gifting her handiwork to a friend or two

"Anyways, thank you for the lesson, you're the best teacher ever", she gave me a wide grin

I snickered at her expression, 'Endearing much?', I thought

"It only came out that good because you listened really well and learnt very quickly, give yourself some credit too", I replied, "But I appreciate the compliment"

'That....is my promise to forever keep'

#oc #oneshot #my oc lin #my oc zara #unnamed oc #ehe 🤭#have some lore guys #krkrkr #Epiphany's Bind #OC Oneshot #go brrrrr

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saphabee · 5 months

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Ship and Anchor.

Corey x Vinny oneshot. The night he fell in love.

teehee idk man im tryin to write again. and this night always replays in my brain. it was this or the housefire 👍

———

He's worried about the fisherman.

Since late afternoon the bee had awaited Vincent's return, distracted. The vibe was off... He could feel in the air that it was due to rain soon, and he couldn't imagine that boat doing so well if it turned out to be a rough storm. As it got darker he'd tried to cook some potatoes for storage and, putting out the furnace, had ignored a loose spark. It was stamped out fast, but that one moment of panic was enough to intensify his worrying.

Night fell, sky darkening with blues. Grey clouds rolling steadily over the stars. Pacing with mild buzzing as he fretted. Thoughts brewing. He tried to organise his chests to take his mind off it. Stepping outside, looking at the ocean's ever darkening horizon, feeling his yellow fuzz fluff up in the ramping humidity of the looming rain. Soon he felt the first heavy drops fall, thick splashes against his arms leaning on the fence, ushering him back in.

Vinny had never been out so late. At least, not on his own. There'd been times the homebase had been together well into night, like for campfires and stargazing, or just hanging out and chatting at each other's houses. And of course, he and Vinny had stayed up past nightfall together plenty of times before. Cozy memories, but...

Corey was worried.

As rain fell heavy against the wood of the house, he kept up his distracting movements. Rifling through the chests downstairs, looking out of the windows. Glancing at the damaged carpet, but not moving to fix it. The wild pattering sounds bringing to mind images of the fisherman sailing in such bad weather.

Another hour passed. Then two. Night still darkening the clouded sky.

Mind racing, he almost couldn't believe it when he saw a faint solid blip on the shifting waters.

All dark thoughts dashed, he ran to the door, beneath the little awning, peering out, blue eyes sheilded by his hand as he squinted to see.

It was him.

The familiar little boat came into view. White sails first in the dark, translucent with rain. Little mast, the body of the boat, wood dark, waves pelting against it - And Vinny. Soaking wet in the rain, approaching their little pier. Turning the helm fast back and forth, feathering, to slow the boat.

Corey already found himself running to the pier, having hopped over their fence without thinking. Bare feet against tamped grass path, then wet wood. After waiting hours this way, the relief made the return feel lightning fast.

The boat creaked as it pulled up to the pier. Anchor splashed into the water, it took a moment, then the vessel jerked to a halt with practiced timing. The bee in turn screeched to a slippery halt on the dock, eyes betraying his worry as the dim light from their nearby house illuminated the villager.

Clothes soaked. Thick wool heavy with water. His hair was down, a complete mess. He'd lost his hat. And as he set the boat's steering in place with a steady thunking lock, and looked at the bee on the pier, Corey could see how utterly exhausted he was.

All rush was tamped down. A soft sigh, and he held out his arms, stepping forward. Vinny, movements slow with the wash of relief, reached over too. He was pulled gently from the boat. Another sheet of heavy rain hammered down, drilling into their already wet clothes, and Corey guided him to the light of their little house.

———

Vin made some murmur about getting water everywhere, stopping short as he took a step in. Corey looked back. Stars above, it was comforting and pitiful all at once. Some determined part of him pinged, seeing Vin so tired and soaked. Determined to get him sorted out.

The bee shook his head and gestured for Vin to come in anyway. Heading to the chests to grab wood, then to the furnace to start up the fire again.

As busy as a bee could be, he mumbled that he'd get Vinny some dry clothes, and for him to get warm. The poor guy'd been stood still at the doorway as Corey practically flew around to take care of him. He gave a gentle nod, and Corey zoomed up the stairs.

He didn't step in yet. Already relieved enough just being home, his movements had a steady slowness. Removing his outer coat. Then the wool sweater. Both heavy, dripping.

By the time Corey had gotten fresh clothes for him, his removed upper clothes were aside on the counter, shoes off, and he was wringing out his mess of hair by the open door. Still trying his tired best not to get the floors too wet.

Corey stopped short on the bottom step. He wasn't hurt, it seemed, so he just needed to get dry, maybe eat... Seeing his villager friend still being so considerate when he's in such a state, his heart warmed.

But he saw the man shiver, and hopped back into action.

———

Not too long later, and Vinny was much more comfortable. Door shut tight, and in dry clothes. His messy hair and dark skin were still soaked with the rain, but Corey had a plan for that: The furnace, steadily crackling now.

Corey had turned respectfully away as he'd changed by the door, and as he stepped finally into the house proper, Corey stayed looking to the furnace flames. Head turning, to speak over his shoulder gently.

"You okay..?"

Vinny nodded, blinking slowly. Tired brain catching up to remind him Corey was still looking at the furnace, he hummed instead, a soft affirmative noise.

Corey stood from his kneeling position, turning to see Vin again. He looked considerably comfier now, even having a gentle smile, easing the last bit of worry in the bee to a comfort of his own. He stepped aside, gesturing to the furnace.

"C'mon. Let's get you dry."

Vinny stepped forward slowly, taking his time to sit on the dry carpet in front of the fire. Cross legged, hands reaching forward into the warmth escaping the cobble. Corey breathed out, seeing Vin's half-lidded eyes blink slowly as he warmed up.

"You hungry?" His head tilted slightly, standing at Vin's side. It took a few moments for his response, but Vin gave a small nod. Then his outstretched hands pulled into himself, turning to face the other. Voice drawn out. "Mn- You don't need to-" Too late. Corey had already dashed to their chests, bringing out some fish to cook. A gentle grateful smile cracked across his face. Corey was always so eager to help. He was sweet.

He stepped over, Vin leaning back lightly to allow Corey to put the fish in the furnace. It was salmon, too, already on a stick to cook. Thank goodness. It's hard to go wrong with salmon, and Corey himself would admit he wasn't the best cook when it came to cooking things that weren't sweet. That kind of made sense. Corey being good at making things sweet.

The bee smoothed down his shirt over his fuzz as he thought about what else he could do. Blankets? Vin might want to wait until he's fully dry... That'd mean drying his hair too.

Right. His hair. He glanced over it. Still soaked wet, with loose locks of deep red-brown and gradient black loosely bunching and curling out. Wind swept and flat. He'd wringed it out by the door, but it might have tangled even worse because of it.

Vinny leaned forward again, arms folding against his chest. He seemed to tune in to Corey's gaze, a hand lifting to run through his hair. Then wincing, as it immediately caught on tangles.

The bee knelt beside him.

"Can I..?"

The fisherman paused, processing the question. He still looked so tired, green eyes blinking slow, expression hazy. He moved without a yes or no. The softest, genuine smile, eyes closing as he shifted in front of the fireplace. Hands reached and moved his hair together at his back, then rested on his knees, and the man turned to allow the other to help.

Knelt behind him, Corey worked slow. Having done this a few times now, he didn't bother going to get a brush. One hand held the wet hair together, holding it in place so it didnt pull at the head, and his fingers worked from the blackened bottom to untangle the thick hair. Diligent and careful.

The moment was far too soft, really. Rain thundered against the house wood. Soft crackling of the fire, the orange light illuminating and highlighting them to the right. Corey could feel Vin relaxing steadily; head tilting back just a bit. Breathing steady and even. All that worry and stress melting effortlessly away, together.

Eventually, the small hands worked loose the last of the knots in the strands. Dark wet hair finally manageable again, and Vinny fully comfortable. His skin had dried now, warmth seeping across him with ease, fire and present company working in tandem. Pure sunshine, in the dead of night.

Corey ran his fingers through the length of the hair a couple more times. Absentmindedly, a soothing motion for the both of them. He heard Vin give a soft sigh. The usual urge to fiddle and braid it popped up, but he resisted, instead scrunching it gently from the bottom to bring out the curls as Vin usually did himself.

The fish was almost cooked by now, probably. He glanced to the side, keeping an eye on it, having just remembered it. Vin piped up. Corey could hear the sleepiness seeping through the slow words. "Needs another minute..."

So homely.

He let the hair alone now, Vinny turning mildly to face the furnace again as Corey stretched his own hands to dry them. Wet with rain after all the hair fixing. They could see each other in their peripheral vision. Big blue eyes blinking slow. Fisherman's head tilting just slightly to the bee's side. Both settled, for the minute needed for the food to be ready.

Corey shuffled forward, moment passing. He spotted Vince shifting back onto his knees. To allow him more room, so he could stand. Even this tired, the two were in sync.

He did, standing swiftly aside to get a plate and fork. Then on one knee, back in front of the furnace. He reached in gingerly, blowing against the hot air to allow his hand to grab the fish by the stick. It was a little hot, but it was manageable, he'd gotten better handling heat lately, with all the group's traveling to the Nether. Cooked fish on the plate. He turned to see Vinny again.

The man had moved, and was currently sat back, legs turned aside. His left arm and head leaning against the crafting table carefully, stormy green eyes barely even open. The light from the fire flickered, highlighting colours, bringing out the reds in his hair, and the dark freckles along his face.

Handsome.

The bee blinked off the thought. Moved closer on his knees, Vin's attention perking again. Eyes open, at least halfway. Sleepy enough now that everything felt fuzzy, in that lovely way where you could fall asleep anywhere.

Fork picked up, plate alongside it offered over for the other to take, and eat. A bite already on there. Corey brought the utensil and plate close to the fisherman.

Vin barely hesitated. Leaning, head tipping down easily, tilting to match the angle. Graceful. Eyes closed, loose wet hair falling to frame his face, he just. Ate the bite off the fork.

Something about that motion, that image before him, made some new feeling shoot through Corey like lightning.

He froze, eyes blinking wider. What was that..?

A pause.

And the scene continued.

Relaxing, with a breath out. Corey shrugged in his mind, shock thawing with a familiar warmth in his chest. Ah, well. Vinny's had a long day. What was the harm in feeding him. Effortless, business as usual. Admiring the scene, with that new emotion tugging at him.

There, before the flickering fire, a bee fed a sleepy villager. Storm brewing outside. Flame stoked. Anchor and ship.

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#Corey x Vinny #CorVinny #My OCs #OC Oneshot #minecraft oc #im realising how motion based my writing is rather than internal thoughts and stuff. tried to balance it #my theatre brain is acting everything out physically so its focusing on that I think #can you tell I'm attracted to Vinny. Corey brother you got a good one. Similar tastes bro fr #(literally selfships with an AU Vinny so we shouldn't be surprised)#if i could write more CorVinny and maybe TraySaph it'd be over for yall actually haha #Saph stop using commas so much challenge [Failed]

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rosietrace · 8 months

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『 Beautiful Nights 』

Characters featured: Saturn Torpeo(@revivemyreverie), Victoria Shard

Pairing: Saturn Torpeo x Victoria Shard

Synopsis: Apparently, Victoria's never seen a fireworks show up close!.... Saturn decides to change that.

Warning(s): Very potentially ooc, why did it take me so long to finish this, I suck at casual dialogue, Saturn must be so ooc oml:?!'?:!' Dawg idk 😭

{ Apologies for any out of character moments }

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“I have never seen fireworks up close.”

Those words. Out of all the things his girlfriend could've said, those words were what caused Saturn to almost fall off his chair while working on another gadget.

“.... Hah?!” Saturn's eyes were practically popping out of their sockets from how baffled he was by Victoria's words. “Beauty, you're….. You're serious?”

Victoria, who had been staring blankly at Saturn since he almost fell off his chair, nodded in confusion. Was what she said truly so shocking to him?

“Yes…?” She tilted her head, her bewilderment growing with each blink of Saturn's eye. “Is that… Surprising to you?”

Saturn deadpanned at her, before clearing his throat. “Err… Yeah. It kinda did, Brains.”

She hummed. “How come?” she asked curiously, sitting slightly closer to him.

Pursing his lips, Saturn placed his unfinished gadget onto his lap. “Well….. You're, like, rich. Like, really rich. I assumed that seeing things on the front rows was a regular thing for ya.”

Uncrossing and recrossing her legs, Victoria let out a breath. “I suppose,” she shrugged. “Alas, my grandmother deemed fireworks unsafe for me, and I was only able to look at them from a safe distance.”

Saturn grimaced slightly when Victoria mentioned her grandmother. Knowing that woman, ‘safe distance’ was probably miles away from the actual show..

He felt bad for Victoria, in that regard. He knew that she worshiped the ground her grandmother walked on and that she listened to her every word her entire life like it was the word of some God and took it to heart.

And by doing that, she missed out on so many childhood memories.

And having a childhood at all.

Saturn hesitated. He had an idea on how to make up for the lack of an experience Victoria had with fireworks shows…. But he felt unsure if she would be okay with it.

Ultimately, however, he went through with it.

After an unending silence, Saturn cleared his throat, glancing at Victoria from the corner of his eye.

“... Y'know,” he started, well aware that there was no turning back with what he was about to suggest. “I could give you a front-row seat to some fireworks.”

Victoria stifled a laugh. “Are you serious?”

He nodded. “Yeah,” he replied, leaning back against his seat. “I mean, I have my unique magic…”

He proceeded to make a miniature showcase of fireworks from the palm of his hand. “But,” he closed his palm. “I don't think that's enough for ya.”

Her eyebrows rose, lips parting in perplexity. But then a smile came about her face, as she gently moved her hand close to Saturn's face to caress his cheek.

“I'd like that,” she answered. And that was it. She agreed to let him give her the experience her childhood wouldn't allow her to have.

And that made Saturn smile so much more as he and Victoria stared into each other's eyes.

꒷︶ ̇ ̟ ෆ ‿︵‿୨ஓ๑♛๑ஓ୧‿︵‿ ෆ ̟ ̇ ︶꒷

Victoria and Saturn walked along the college campus, both wearing their dorm uniforms.

And at the moment? It was close to midnight.

She let out a huff. “Was it truly necessary to do this at night?”

“Eh,” Saturn shrugged. “Trust me, Sweets, it'd be a lot less fun if it wasn't at this hour~”

“I have several doubts about that.”

“Didn't peg you as much of a goody two shoes, Beauty.”

“I am not.”

“Ehh, whatever helps you sleep at night, Brains.”

She rolled her eyes at that, continuing to follow Saturn as they went to what she assumed to be their destination.

A tree resting atop a hill from the back of the academy.

And underneath the tree, were a bunch of fireworks, ready to be lit up and set the sky ablaze.

“Have a seat, Sweets," Saturn grinned mischievously, gesturing towards the space beneath the tree.

A rare occurrence, Victoria snickered and politely obliged to his request. But not before bowing to him jokingly.

Taking a seat beneath the tree, she smirked and arched a brow. “So,” said Victoria, crossing her arms playfully. “What do you have in store, Sir Torpeo?”

Saturn's grin transitioned into a smirk. “Glad you asked, Lady Beauty and Brains!”

Taking out a lighter, or rather two lighters, Saturn carefully walked up to the first row of fireworks.

He gave her a look. One filled with amusement and awe. Saturn admitted, despite the general newness of their relationship, he couldn't deny one thing for certain.

Victoria was breathtaking. Even in the darkness of the night, she was breathtaking. And with each passing second, he silently wished he could stare into her eyes for as long as possible.

Noticing that he had stared for longer than anticipated, Saturn cleared his throat, his face flushed slightly.

“Want me to light 'em now, Sweets?”

The question had an obvious answer. They were both there to see that show, regardless of the punishments they'd face from Crowley and his ignorance.

Yet, Victoria let out an audible giggle, amused by his question. And she gave him that nod, he had been anticipating for the whole night.

Checking his watch, Saturn took a deep breath.

In three….. Two…..

He lit them up, setting them ablaze as they reached for the stars and sparkled in the night sky.

One.

And as mesmerized as Saturn may have been, he wasn't there to watch the fireworks. He was there for her reaction.

And as he had hoped, it was oh so worth it.

Her lips parted, eyes slightly wide in amazement as the fireworks colored the darkness of the night sky.

There was something about it. About her expression, and the way she was utterly mesmerized the same way he was.

Sitting down next to her, he looked up at the fireworks as well.

“Beautiful,” he mumbled, before raising the volume of his voice for her to hear him. “Beautiful, ain't they?”

Victoria's trance was put to rest, as she sent Saturn a prolonging gaze.

He's….. She couldn't find the right words to describe him. He's…

“.... Earth to Victoria?” Saturn tilted his head. “You okay, Beauty?”

….. I'm not the Beauty here, Saturn.

Was what she thought.

But as she remembered his question, she smiled.

Victoria leaned her head over the top of Saturn's, and let out a breath.

“..... They are. So beautiful, and lovely, indeed.”

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jellysoiree · 7 months

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𝗢𝗟𝗗 𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗟𝗬𝗪𝗢𝗢𝗗 𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗢𝗥 !

── 𝙀𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙤𝙩 𝙌. 𝙎𝙬𝙖𝙣, lustrous ebony skin, soft plump lips, and the loveliest droopy midnight eyes. A physiognomy and energy so compelling that like moths, women and men alike, are captivated by his presence as if he was the only flame carrying the night into morning.

𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞𝗚𝗥𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗗 !

In his early teenage years, Elliot was determined to take care of his widowed mother and help her live more comfortably. He kept his head in his studies and filtered out trouble in and out of school.

After her husband's death, Mrs. Swan, Elliott's mother, took up work as a prostitute since her job as a nanny wasn't paying her enough to get by for both her and her little boy. Elliot was always dropped off at the house of his mother's friend, Mrs. Cardinale, before one of Mrs. Swans' clients visited.

Mrs. Cardinale was a sweet and stout Italian woman who migrated to America with her husband and mother for a better future, only to live in the ghetto. Her heart was not hardened by this as she didn't mind helping her best friend by taking care of a young Elliot, who was always praised by Mrs. Cardinale for being a sweet, quiet, and hard-working young man.

On the rare occasions when Mrs. Cardinale couldn't look after Elliot, he was looked after by Mrs. Cardinale's mother who was always resting in bed, but always told him beautiful stories of her youth in Italy.

Due to the fact that he spent a significant amount of his childhood being cared for by Italian women, Elliot adopted a unique accent that was a charming blend of southern and Italian.

After graduating highschool, Elliot planned to attend City College to become a lawyer, which would pay him good money to take care of his mother. However, Mrs. Swan disapproved, she wanted him to pursue his dream of acting instead of trying to be her caretaker. This caused a lukewarm feud between the two with each side making valid points. In the end, Mrs. Swan shut him up by telling him "Mother Knows Best." and reassured him that nothing would make her happier than to see her son truly be happy.

Elliot dropped his previous intention to be a lawyer and instead pursued acting while attending college. He executed such astounding passion and talent, The American Academy of Dramatic Arts granted him a scholarship. Elliot soon began work in the industry, with his new name, Elliot Q. Swan. A year later, at the ripe age of 22, he debuted on Broadway in a film called "Is Love A Tool?" A romance comedy where he played a minor role as a charming bellboy and became a heartthrob amongst teenage girls.

A few years later, after appearing on Broadway stages and television productions, a movie producer screen-tested Elliot and casted him in a lead role in "Melancholy Affairs at Sea" an erotic mystery film. Elliot was unaware of the revolutionary impact this movie would have on his life.

𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗘𝗡𝗧 !

On rare occasions, when Elliot is having a slow day. He escapes from the cameras, the lust, and the predatory film industry to visit his family, Mrs. Swan and The Cardinales. While he is passionate about living his dream, a small part of him wishes he had disobeyed his mother's wishes and become a lawyer.

His love language is entirely devoted to acts of service, particularly cooking. Elliot's passion for cooking delicious cuisines stems from Ms. Cardinale's influence. He doesn't shy away from experimenting in the kitchen and is very open-minded to different cultures' food, one of the main reasons why he adores traveling overseas. He always enjoyed watching the blissful expressions of his past lovers while savoring his food. Even the ladies who tried to act hard to please had a difficult time maintaining their facade.

Speaking of which...

Not once has Elliot's old flames left him feeling whole. The intensity of Elliot's desire could be replicated by no other. Two hearts merging into one. A harmonious ecstasy is created by the synchronization of groans and moans. His touch, both fervid and conscious. The glint in his eyes, arcane yet vulnerable as if he was sharing a silent testimony that they could almost understand, but never did.

In truth, Elliot yearns for true love and an everlasting wild romance. He was always well aware that nothing long-lasting would come into fruition with any of his past lovers, most of them were just for media coverage anyway. A tactic to stay relevant in the industry and give people something to take about over dinner. He regrets not pursuing after love in his youth, especially since love seems like a pipe dream in his field of work. A thought that depresses him greatly.

Although it makes him feel silly, he occasionally wishes upon a star to meet the one who will understand the mysterious glint in his eyes that yearn's to be fathomed.

𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘 ! thank you for your time, folks ! I hope y'all enjoyed reading about Elliot as much as I enjoyed writing and fleshing out his character to my satisfaction. the inspiration behind Elliott's design and story is my admiration for black folks in old hollywood media.

love, soireebarbie ♡

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labaguetteisdabest · 8 months

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i saw a friendship prompt post (can't remember whose) and one of the prompts was: ❛do you think we’re friends in every universe?❜

so i immediately thought of two of my ocs, adira and wesley. the prompt fit them perfectly so i decided to write a oneshot for them :)

also i wrote this at like 10:30 at night so if there's any mistakes, thats why

I had asked Adira to braid my hair, which meant she had to whip out her hair straightener.

“Careful, Wes!” she laughs. “Stop moving your head or I’ll burn you!”

“Well, it’s literally flaming hot! Of course I’m gonna flinch away!” I retort. But I oblige and stop moving.

I feel the heat of the iron on my skin, warmth thrusting its way through my body.

A few minutes later, Adira finishes and goes to find a hairbrush.

I look into my reflection in the mirror. My brown hair is a lot longer than I expected when it’s straight. The freckles dotting my face remind me of constellations, and I try to find some of my favorites: Aquila, Cassiopeia, Leo…

Adira returns, holding a yellow hairbrush. She separates my hair to make it easier to brush, and finishes one side rather quickly.

My thoughts wander off, filled with constellations and song lyrics.

I pick up my phone and open YouTube Music. Scrolling through my friendship songs playlist, I remember how I met Adira.

The thought of Will’s enthusiastic face as he ran towards me makes my cheeks bloom a rosy color.

Adira smirks. “Are you thinking about Will again?”

“No!” I blush more furiously.

“Oh, you totally are,” she teases.

“…Maybe I am.”

Adira snorts triumphantly and goes back to brushing my hair. I return to finding a song to play.

I scroll for what feels like ages until a song with a bright yellow album cover catches my eye: Count on Me by Bruno Mars.

I press play.

If you ever find yourself stuck in the middle of the sea

I'll sail the world to find you

“If this song was us,” I say, “would you do that?”

Adira begins braiding my hair. “What do you mean?”

“Like, would you do everything in the song? You know what I mean?”

She takes a moment to respond. “Yes. Yeah to both questions.”

“Do you think we’re friends in every universe?” I ask. My heart says yes, but my brain says no, and I don’t know what to believe.

Adira ponders for a few seconds more. She takes a black hair tie and loops it around the end of my braid. It looks really good.

She finally answers, a definitive tone in her voice.

“Definitely.”

You can count on me like one, two, three

I'll be there…

#oneshot #oc oneshot

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thewritingautisticat · 1 month

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Here's a quick oneshot I wrote about my OCs from Days of Resistance. Enjoy this little introduction to them! Thank you to @the-ellia-west for inspiring me to post it, and @sparkles-rule-4eva for being my beta reader ☺️☺️❤️❤️❤️

(still thinking of a name for this oneshot because that's the hardest part of writing honestly😅)

Days of Resistance oneshot

Warnings: kidnapping, blood, mild/"offscreen" violence

Kidnapping him was their first mistake.

Rough hands slammed Peg down into a chair. The ropes binding his arms behind his back cut tightly into his wrists. They finally pulled the hood off his head. Peg blinked against the sudden light. They were in a small room, empty except the wooden chair he was in and the four men standing around him. The rest of the kidnappers must have been outside.

"Heh. Thought the key to forcing information out of the most infamous revolutionary in the country would be a little harder to get," one of the thugs said. He stared over Peg with a smirk. "We sure this is the right kid?"

"It's the right one. Who could mistake a face like that?"

Peg flinched at the obvious reference to his deformity. Thirteen years of being scorned and abused for it, and the sting still never dulled. But that was quickly swallowed by the fear flooding through his chest. He'd been around thugs his whole life. He knew when they were safe and when they were dangerous. And these men were dangerous.

His mouth was dry and he could barely breathe. He swallowed, fighting to keep calm.

The talk continued around him. "Think he'll show?"

"He was told to be here with the information if he ever wanted to see this little Freak alive again."

"You told him where we are?" Peg asked.

The talking paused, the men turning in surprise at the first words their prisoner had dared to say. One of them sneered at him, his yellowed teeth cruel in the light. "Yeah. And he should be along any moment now."

All the fear drained away immediately. Caldren knew where he was. Peg forced himself not to grin. That was your second mistake.

"That is, if he's even coming for you," the man continued. He leaned in, shoving his hand under Peg's chin and tipping his head up. "Who'd wanna come for a Freak like you, anyway?"

Peg felt another twinge at the too-familar slur, but chased it away. He'd heard it enough. What did it matter at this point? He tilted his head, staring at the man right in the eye. "Caldren'll come for me."

If he was positive of anything in this world, he was positive of that.

The man laughed, loudly, and hissed in his ear, "Don't be so sure." He stood up and stared at him. "Almost hope he doesn't. We could have some fun with you."

The others laughed too. "Y'know, I hear you can get good money for Freaks," one said. He grabbed Peg's hair and yanked his head back, eying him like goods at a market. "Yeah, I think we could get a lot for you at a freak show."

Peg gritted his teeth and blocked out their voices. None of what they said mattered. It wouldn't be long now.

"You won't have the chance," he said.

The first man circled him like a street dog with its prey. "Real brave type, huh?" He glanced at the others with a smirk. "You don't think we'll get in too much trouble for damaging the merchandise, do ya?" He turned and struck Peg on the side of the face. The impact nearly knocked him off his chair. The man laughed again.

Tears of pain came to his eyes. Peg kept his head tucked down, biting his lip at the stinging heat that spread across his face and ear. Head still lowered, he stared up at the man standing over him.

That was your third mistake.

Sudden loud yelling, and then a thud, came from outside.

Peg smiled. He was here.

The men all turned to the door, drawing their weapons. More crashes, yells, sounds of fighting.

The door slammed open. A young man dressed all in black stood in the opening. Tall, muscular. Hood pulled low, shadowing his face. Blood dripped from the dagger in his hand.

Caldren Deschamps. Revolutionary. Criminal. Assassin.

Most importantly, his big brother.

Caldren's stare was dark and glaring, radiating pure, deep fury. But his face softened the moment his eyes rested on Peg. His eyes scanned him quickly, and a soft exhale escaped his lips. Then his face grew hard and cold again. "Did they hurt you?"

"Don't worry, he's fine," one of the men said.

"I didn't ask you," Caldren snapped, his gaze never shifting from Peg. "Did they hurt you?"

"Not much," Peg said quietly.

Caldren's eyebrows lowered, his face as cold as ice. He looked up and addressed the others. "You have exactly five seconds to untie him."

"I'll consider letting him go. If you give me the information I want." The main thug chuckled. More men appeared in the doorway behind Caldren.

Caldren's grip tightened almost imperceptibly on his dagger.

And that was your last mistake.

His voice was calm and quiet, almost soft. "Peg, bud, I'm going to need you to close your eyes and hum really loud for me, okay?"

Peg took a deep breath and nodded. "Okay."

He pressed his eyes close. He didn't like the violence. It scared him. But he trusted Cal completely.

The only thing that came to mind to hum was the lullaby Caldren sang to him when he had a hard time sleeping. So he hummed it, deep in the back of his throat and nose, pulling his head down so he could at least press one ear closed against his shoulder.

It didn't block out the noises of violence, but it muffled them, some.

Peg squeezed his eyes shut even tighter and concentrated on the words to the song in his head.

“Little bird

Starshine in your eyes

Here's my song

Fall asleep in my arms

It won't be long

“I'll hold you close

Til the morning comes

I'll sing my song

Soon the sun will rise

It won't be long"

The noises stopped. Peg quieted his humming and listened.

"It's safe now," came Caldren's voice.

Peg opened his eyes. He focused only on Caldren, who was kneeling in front of him, staring at him so softly. He didn't look at the bodies on the floor, or the blood on the walls. He only looked into his brother's eyes.

Caldren wiped his hand on his cloak, then reached out and softly cupped Peg's face with one hand. Peg leaned into the touch. Caldren's thumb stroked his cheek.

With his other hand, Caldren reached around to cut the ropes from his wrists, then dropped the dagger. He wrapped his arms around Peg, pulling him tightly against his chest. Peg clutched onto his big brother, pretending not to feel the damp blood on Caldren's clothes.

It didn't matter now. He was safe. These hands would never hurt him.

"I've got you, bud," Caldren whispered.

He scooped Peg up in his arms, standing up and carrying him out of the room.

Taking him safely home.

#my writing #oc oneshot #creative writing #writers on tumblr #writeblr #writing #my ocs #caldren #peg #angst #tw kidnapping #mild violence #hurt/comfort #whump #writer

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vampiriceclipse · 5 months

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"Cold day" an OC oneshot

They say that Black Springs is a place where that crisp autumn weather is present almost all year round, mist and fog always in the air,there seems to be a lingering comfort from the unexpected warm days but always a constant reminder of the cold to come,the rains are heavy and the wind rarely ever rustles through the trees

The citizens belive that it was caused by a deity, the more skeptical ones think its some sort of climatic anomaly

Some hate that weather, some like it

But to Niko it was perfect, perfect for a date night at home with warm drinks, snacks, maybe some movies or video games and of course,His boyfriend

Cant have a date night without a date, right?

"Thanks for inviting me" said niko, taking his shoes off and putting his umbrella down on the porch before entering

"i hope your mom doesn't mind that im staying the night"

"Don't worry about that mi amor" Mateo smiled softly, resting a hand on his partner's shoulder

"she wont be home until tomorrow due to her late shift but even if she was here,im sure there would be no problem, mom loves having you around"

Niko knew Marisol wouldn't mind him staying the night, he had done that plenty of times in his childhood already,but it was different now that they were dating mateo, maybe She could see a problem with it? He shrugged off the thought and set their bag down on the couch so he was able to help Mateo organize everything

"Alright. The drinks and snacks are done how's that pillow fort going?"

"Its done!"

Niko responded from the inside "it looks a bit wonky and like it'll fall down at any moment..but thats fine i guess, not like its gonna hurt if the whole thing comes down on us"

The taller male chuckled as he crawled inside the pillow fort and laid down besides his partner

Niko was right about how it looked but the inside was cozy, there were pillows and stuffed animals inside and a fluffy grey blanket with moon and stars sewn into it

"Its been a long and tiring week and its raining outside, perfect to cuddle with the person i love the most"

He scooched over and wrapped their arms around mateo

"I love you too niko, but cariño...its still wednesday"

"I know but-" He yawned half way through the sentence " we had class, work, assignments and many more things to do, now there's whole holiday today thats gonna be extended all the way to friday so the week is..pretty much done"

He recieved a giggle in response to that logic

"You look tired.sleep a little,i'll stay here with you"

As much as Niko didnt want to admit it, a nap would be very nice

He pulled Mateo even closer and rested against his chest, the rain outside was loud and the winds were roaring, niko hated all of those sounds but the sound of his boyfriend's heartbeat made the Long haired male relax and forget all about the noises that scared him

And just like that, a few minutes later both were asleep inside of the pillow fort that eventually fell down on them

#i'll be so honest #I am not the best writer #I wish i could have done a better ending but thats what my brain could conjure up for now sorry 😭#Might also delete this!!#Luz writes #oc oneshot #oc fic #oc x oc #Niko Creed #Mateo Lopez

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thesiaswritingblog · 6 months

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"Perfection"

thing i wrote for a school assignment :3 oc shit again, ,, i promise i'll write smth fandom related eventually

// TW: mentions of wanting to...die. that's it actually //

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...Do you know, that once upon a time, there lived a girl?

A girl who strives to be successful in life, to the point where she tires herself so much?

A girl who just wants to finish school, to the point where she tries her best and overwork herself so that she can get the best grades possible?

A girl who is such a perfectionist, to the point where she cries over getting just a simple 80 in a test?

Do you know this girl's name?

...

Well.

Her name is Miaya.

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The very first time I saw her, was when she was studying for her class' upcoming math test. She was very concentrated, it seems. I closely watched her, since she can't see me for some reason.

Through my observation, I noticed that she had a hard time getting some equations done, always finding the wrong answers instead. Her struggling amuses me in a sense. It's entertaining to see her panic upon finding out the answer she found was wrong.

Never the less, on that night, she could only finish two equations. I vividly remember hearing her mutter something along the lines of, "I'll finish the other ones tomorrow night."

After that, I blinked once, and then I opened my eyes to pitch black darkness. Nothing in sight, as if I'm in a dark void. I looked around, before spotting the same girl I saw that night; Miaya.

She was calling out for someone, she was shouting out things like, "Hello?!" or "Is anyone there?" It entertained me enough to the point where I simply giggled. That somehow caught the girl's attention, which makes me quite proud of myself.

"Who...who are you?!" Miaya asked me, fear is written all over her face as her legs shake. "Ahaha, I...do not have a name. But fear not, for I will not cause any harm to you." I replied to her, before adding, "Now, tell me...how did you get here? This is a realm all to myself, so I don't see any logical and human way for you to get here."

"U-uh...Well...I..don't know either. I just went to bed and fell asleep and suddenly I'm here now." Miaya explained to me, her two-colored eyes finally meeting my blue ones. "Ah, that means this is also a dream world. How did I not know that from the start?" I asked myself, putting a finger onto my chin as I thought hard about it.

"So...do you...seriously not have a name?" Miaya's voice managed to bring me back to reality. It was a rather calm and soothing voice, that is rather quiet, to the point where you can't even hear it unless the room is really quiet. But...it's nice to listen to.

"Hmm...no. I do not have a name, I'm afraid." I answered her question after a few seconds, crossing my arms as I glanced away from her. "Ah...well, um, if you want, I can come up with a name for you. I'm expecting to see you here whenever I fall asleep, hehe." Miaya spoke again. The thought of having a name is so weird.

I have always been so used to having no name at all, probably because I have always been alone here without anyone near me. The concept of names itself is just so odd to me. But thinking about it again, if I were to meet someone in this dark place, might as well have a name they'll call me.

I glanced back at the girl with peachy hair, before nodding. "Sure. I don't particularly mind." I responded. "Ah, alright! Hmm..." She starts thinking, before making an "Aha!" noise. I could've sworn, I saw a lightbulb light up above her. "I'll call you...Emina!" She happily said.

"Emina...not a bad name. I'll go with it." For the first time in awhile, I genuinely smiled. It's nice to have a friend around here, even if I have to see her only in this supposed dream realm.

———

The next night, I watched her study for her math test yet again. She was catching up on the equations she hasn't finished yet. Though, once again, she seems to be struggling a lot. I am no expert in math either, so if I tried to help, then my efforts would just be futile.

I could only silently watch as Miaya throws her pen across the room out of a fit of rage. "I have to get myself together...I have to get the perfect scores. I have to make mom proud. I have to graduate school. I have to chase that future I really want to have." I could hear her mutter. She also muttered to herself about how useless she is and how much of a failure she is.

However, one sentence managed to make me feel rather...alarmed.

"I just wanna die already."

Oh.

I am not going to let that happen.

———

Eventually, after a few nights, the day of the test came. I silently watched beside her, not even caring if the teacher randomly passed by and went through me somehow.

(I actually took so much offense in that, actually.)

For the first few minutes of the test, Miaya was doing fine. She managed to solve a few questions perfectly fine, even if on one instance, I overheard her mutter, "I'm just gonna leave the answer like that, even if I don't feel like it's right."

However, for the next minutes, she struggled a lot. She internally panicked, and I could feel it well enough to know that this test is probably her lifeline. Something about the fear in her eyes when she didn't know how to answer question number 7 says a lot to me.

It's as if I can feel her fear too.

Eventually, time's up, and the students have to hand out their test papers to the teacher. I could only watch as Miaya silently hands hers to the teacher. Even if it's not that obvious, there's so much fear and sadness in her eyes.

———

A few nights later, I waited for Miaya's arrival in the dark dream realm. It took her so long to come here. Isn't it supposed to be really late for her right now? My worry then rises up.

But then, Miaya appeared into the realm just in time. But what shocked me is that her face was soaked with tears. "...Miaya, what's wrong? Are...are you okay?" I asked worryingly as I ran to her and placed my hands on her shoulders, gripping them tightly, but not too tight. Miaya didn't answered me, however, and only cried even more instead.

I pulled her into a hug, rubbing her back to soothe her a little bit. After some time, she managed to calm down, and then we both pulled away. "Emina....I failed my math test." Miaya finally announced to me. Well, that was not too shocking. Considering how...uh, badly she did. "That was my guess, honestly. But it's okay, there's always next time." I told her.

"But what if there's no next time? What if I can't try again? What if I don't pass my upcoming tests and exams? What if—"

"Shh, enough. Don't overthink it too much, alright? Those thoughts will just ruin you more. Just stay here until you wake up tomorrow morning."

...

"You'll be safe with me, Miaya."

———

The following days, Miaya never came into the dream realm, which had me worried even more for her condition. Now, I was the one overthinking for some reason. That's not healthy for me.

I decided to get out of the dream realm and spy on the girl in question instead, and when I did, I was rather shocked to find her hunched over on her seat where she usually studies, trying her best to stay awake as she reads a science book. I glanced over to the clock on the wall.

It read 01:03 AM.

Woah, that's just a whole different day now.

If only I could whisper to her that she should stop overworking herself just for some stupid numbers on a piece of paper and rest up instead. She's such a stupid perfectionist. When will she realize that she needs to care for herself more too?

———

The next night, I finally found Miaya appearing in the dream realm beside me, already looking as exhausted as ever. I immediately jumped to interrogation mode.

"You didn't slept these past few nights, didn't you?" I asked her immediately, turning my head to look at her. Her hair was pretty messy, that's what I noted. "Huh? O-oh, yeah. I wanna try my best to pass the upcoming science test, after all." She answered, and to that, I frowned.

"Miaya, c'mon now. You can't keep losing sleep because of just some stupid numbers." I told her. Now that I think about it, I sound like a mother scolding her child over some bad thing they did. I don't know, though.

"But I have to get at least a 95, or else I'll probably just never see the light of day." Miaya argued back, and that maybe rather annoyed. Who does she think she is to just not sleep because of her grades? "But you deserve breaks too!" I exclaimed at her.

"But my grades are important! You'd never understand how a bunch of numbers means to me!"

"But these numbers are the reason why you're lacking any goddamn sleep! C'mon now, just give yourself a break for once!"

"NO! I'M NOT RESTING UNTIL I GET A GOOD GRADE FOR ONCE!"

"MIAYA! LISTEN TO ME, YOU IDIOT!"

Without even thinking, I gripped both of her shoulders tightly out of a fit of rage. I looked into her eyes, they were quivering out of fear. It has been awhile since she looked at me with so much fear. But honestly, that's not the deal here right now.

"YOU WILL GRADUATE FROM SCHOOL! YOU WILL PASS UPCOMING TESTS AND EXAMS! YOU CAN DO THIS! BUT PLEASE, DON'T OVERWORK YOURSELF LIKE THIS!" I yelled at her. I wanna at least slap some sense into that stupid idiotic brain of hers, since she won't seem to understand it herself.

"WHY ARE YOU SUCH A GODDAMN PERFECTIONIST?! NOBODY IN THIS WORLD IS A SUPER PERFECT INDIVIDUAL! ONLY GOD IS, IF YOU EVEN BELIEVE IN HIM!" After that last sentence, I fell silent. Miaya was also silent as she slowly calms down from my sudden outburst. After all, this isn't the Emina she came to know and love (platonically, at least).

"S-sorry. The wanting to be successful in life just kind of...got in my head." She said, her voice shaking as she looked away from me. After a few more seconds, I sighed. "No, it's fine. I'm also sorry, for yelling at you like that. I just had to slap some sense in you, y'know?" Miaya nodded, before looking back at me. "Yeah, I can understand that."

Even more seconds of silence came in between us. None of us spoke a word as I fidgeted with my fingers. "...Maybe you're right, Emina." Miaya's voice suddenly speaking caught my attention once more. "Huh? What do you mean?" I asked, even if I fully knew what she meant by that.

"I mean...what you said is right. No one in this world is perfect. Maybe I'm just too much of a perfectionist, hehe." The peachy haired girl answered me. At that moment, I chuckled. "You're so stupid."

"D-don't say that! You're gonna make me think I'm incapable of passing any test!"

"Haha, right, right. Sorry~"

We talked and joked around more, until the dark void gets even brighter all of a sudden. "Huh? What's happening?" Miaya asked, looking around the realm in an alarmed manner. "I...don't know." That was the last thing I could say to her before we got enveloped by the realm's bright light.

———

Miaya just got to class. She was previously talking to a friend of hers from a different class before the bell rang. Once she got there, she noticed something feels different.

At that moment, the teacher walked in, bringing in a new face into the classroom. "Good morning, students. Today, we have a new student. Now, you may introduce yourself." She said, before allowing the new student in question to introduce herself.

After seeing who the new student is, Miaya could only feel shock.

"Hello. My name is Emina. I'm new here, as you all can tell, so please, help me with anything I don't understand in. It's nice to meet you all."

Ah, wait, right, that's me.

Whoops.

For a moment, I glanced over to Miaya, before giving her a small smile, giving her a sign that I recognize her. Miaya was still a little shocked at first, before nodding at me, a smile also appearing on her face.

I guess our friendship extended to real life now, huh?

I just hope that Miaya isn't that much of a perfectionist anymore.

That would certainly be annoying.

#this is me self projecting onto miaya btw 😋😋😋😋😋#stupid writing from arthesia!#arthesias ocs #once was a perfectionist: miaya (oc)#once was a drifting soul: emina (oc)#writing #oc writing #original character #original characters #oc #ocs #one shot #oneshot #oc one shot #oc oneshot

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Kiss Tomorrow Goodbye

Jake Seresin x Allison Delaney (Female OC)

A look into the history between Jake and Allie

It was their last night at Top Gun. Graduation was done and over, Allison and Erin had won after weeks of pushing themselves to their limits. The pilot was riding the high of her and Erin’s win. Now that she was done putting on a show for higher ups, she was loosening up. Probably about 5 drinks in at this point and looking for some dangerous fun. Something that reminded her of flying.

This fun came in the form of flirting with her fellow classmate and rival, Jake Seresin. These past couple weeks of training have pushed the two into a tense rivalry, both vying for their name on that Top Gun plaque.There relationship had always skirted the line between rivals and something more. Flirtatious barbs and quips flying every time the two were around each other.

“How’s it feel to be second best, Seresin?” Allison’s back was to the pool table, a cue in her hands as she rested against it. She felt warm and all those hard edges seemed to smooth out.

“I think I can stand it if it means being under a pretty girl like you,” Jake quipped, giving her a smirk. They were both in civilian clothes and Jake had dawned a cowboy hat for that night’s bar session. Allison couldn’t tell if that was something he actually wore back home or if he had bought it just to make fun of her being from the south as well. They had been known to trade barbs that most of the others in their class couldn’t keep up with, especially once Jake knew she was from Georgia and had been hiding her accent.

“Aww, ain’t I just special,” Allison smirked up at him as he came to stand in front of her, the alcohol in her system causing her slight accent to slip out, “How’s about we finish up this game so I can continue to show you what a real winner looks like, Jake.”

“Sure, sure, Allie,” Jake leaned in a little, not one to back down to Allison even on a bad day, “Or maybe you’ll see one when I kick your ass at pool.”

“If you say so,” Allie turned to walk off, stalking around the table before lining up to take a shot. She could feel Jake’s eyes linger on her, could feel how she was the only one in the bar that had his attention, and she loved it. Allison didn’t know when the passive aggressive insults and flirtatious barbs had turned into Allison actually being attracted to the man, but at some point it had. Sober Allison would never go for him, but tipsy Allison didn’t know any better.

“Now, now, don’t be a tease,” Jake said as she bent over the table, causing her to roll her eyes at him. While her flirting might have gotten a little more real, she knew his hadn’t. It was all harmless fun, something to pass the time before they left for their deployments.

“Don’t know how to be anything else, sugar,” Allison shot back as she sunk one of the striped-balls into the pocket, “It’s just in my nature.”

“Mmm,” Jake hummed softly, watching her line up to take a second shot. This one didn’t go so well, none of the balls made it into the pocket, “Now, watch a master at work.”

“You’re definitely a master at somethin’,” Allison quips, obviously not referring to pool. Jake looks at her, something undecipherable crossing his eyes before he looks back at the pool table. Again, sober Allison would never fall for this crap, would never let herself think past “he’s kinda attractive”, but tipsy Allison couldn’t stop herself.

“I’m going to get myself another drink, you want one?” Allison offered, feeling the buzz start to wean a bit. She’d be lying to herself if she said it wasn’t to get some distance between her and Jake, even if it was just a little bit. Just something to clear her head a bit before too many dangerous thoughts took place.

“Nah, I’m good,” Jake tipped his head to her in thanks, “I can hold down the fort here.”

“Alrighty,” Allison turned on a heel and went back to the bar counter, waiting patiently. She felt another pair of eyes on her as she approached, but ignored it. She just wanted another beer and to get back to playing pool with Jake.

“Hey there,” A tall guy with dark hair came up to her after she had ordered, obviously trying to chat her up, “Mind if I buy you a drink, sweetheart?”

“I think I’m just fine,” Allison responded curtly, her happy buzz starting to be overshadowed by her need to get away.

“Are you sure, I don’t mind,” He leaned in closer to her and his breath reeked of alcohol and tobacco. Allison wrinkled her nose and took a step back.

“I’m really okay,” Allison went to walk back towards the pool table, forgetting about her drink. She didn’t get very far since the guy grabbed her upper arm, urging her to stay.

“Is that any way to treat a kind offer from a gentleman?” The man asked, anger starting to fill his tone.

“I don’t see any gentleman here,” Allison bit back, pulling her arm out of the man’s grasp. He looked even more angered now but before he could say anything another person came into Allison’s field of view. Jake was standing in front of her, pushing the guy back slightly.

“The lady said no, why don’t we respect her wishes,” Jake crossed his arms, not backing down despite the other man’s harsh glare.

“Now me and the little lady were just having a polite conversation,” The man said, causing Allison to scoff, “No need to get yourself involved.”

“Didn’t look very polite from where I was standing,” Jake countered, still refusing to step away, “Why don’t you run along, back to your friends. You aren’t welcome here.”

“Whatever man, the bitch ain’t even worth the trouble,” The man scoffed, walking away with a huff.

“What did you-” Jake was cut off by Allison’s hand on his arm, holding him back.

“It’s alright, I’m fine,” Allison told him as Jake turned around to face her. His eyes scanned her quickly and if Allison wasn’t paying such close attention she wouldn’t have even noticed. It was like he was actually worried about her.

“Here I thought you were supposed to be the lesser amount of trouble,” Jake quipped, obviously trying to bring some humor back into the mix.

“Mmm, I’m full of surprises,” Allison tilted her head up to look him in the eye. Jake met her eyes, giving her his usual smirk. Her brain was too cloudy to notice how close they were.

“That you are, darlin’,” Jake replied, “You still want that drink?”

“I was just waitin’ on it, actually,” Allison told him, looking up to look at his cowboy hat, “What’s the deal with that? Don’t think I’ve ever noticed you with one, though that might be due to only seeing you in uniform.”

“Just thought I’d bring some southern charm with me,” Jake quipped back. A dangerous look crossed Allison’s face before she made a quick movement. Within moments, Jake’s hat was on Allison’s head and she looked very proud of herself.

“Sure, southern charm,” Allison looked at him through her lashes. The hat was a little too big for her head, but she didn’t seem to care. Jake looked stunned for a moment before his eyes hazed over.

“You know what they say about cowboys and their hats,” Jake suggests, crowding her closer to the bar.

“I am from the south, Jake,” Allison smirked, “I know exactly what they say. What are you gonna do about it?”

“I might just have to take you home,” Jake leaned in, less than half a foot between the two of them.

“Mine’s closer,” Allison pointed out, “What do you say? Why don’t we get out of here and put that old saying to the test?”

“If the lady is so inclined,” Jake responded, giving Allison a way out. She knew it too, knew she could back out now and they’d go back to normal tomorrow, but she didn’t want to. Allison Delaney had never backed down when Jake Seresin challenged her and she wasn’t about too now.

“She is,” Allison confirmed, a little breathless. She looked at Jake before sliding out from him and walking towards the exit to the bar. A couple steps away she threw a look over her shoulder to a still stunned Jake, “You comin’, sugar?”

He would be a fool to not follow her after that. And Jake Seresin was many things, but a fool he was not…

—

Allison woke up the next morning feeling sore but satisfied. That satisfaction quickly went away when she noticed there was no warmth next to her. She had woken up alone… Allison bit her tongue to keep from lashing out or from crying, she wasn’t sure which. She should have expected this when she fell into bed with him. Nothing would make Jake Seresin stay, nothing would hold him back. Allison steeled herself before getting out of bed, ready to face her next deployment and forget all about her night with Hangman. Ain’t no reason to go beg him to stay when he didn’t want to.

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yourbestpalpercy · 2 months

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Glitch sat at the club’s bar, sipping down a beverage. Extremely fruity. The club didn’t care if she got drunk on the job. In fact, some people thought it made her acts funner.

Freaks. Every single one of them in this awful club. The amount of times people have demanded to do things with/to her like she was their doll was awful. Unfortunately, she had a bloodlust and a revenge against the feeling of Love that could never be solved. All it took was for her old friend to attempt to kill her over a flipping BOY.

However, she had, luckily, only about an hour of work left before she could go home to her “roommate”, Soul.

Glitch found Soul hunting near the back of the club and Soul had caught her attention with how tall she was. Like usual, when she picked up on a victim, the crowd got jealous because Glitch was giving them attention. It had been a bit of a deal at the club, “See if you get lucky enough to have fun with Glitch!” Honestly! It was stupid that no one had even gotten the slightest bit suspicious that when she had “fun” with someone, they never left the room?

Of course, when she picked someone, that just meant that she was gonna kill them in her side room eventually. No one had ever gotten to…explore or get to- THE POINT IS THAT SHE IS SHOCKED NO ONE HAS CAUGHT ON THAT SHE MAY BE (/IS ABSOLUTELY) AN UNDEAD SERIAL KILLER.

Glitch had been expecting Soul to be a hard target that would give in eventually but she was amazed when instead of a typical response, she got an unexpected response of ears going back, scythe pressed under her chin and ‘The answer is no, purple freak’. Glitch genuinely almost dropped her disguise, letting anyone nearby to sneak a peek at her real, undead self.

Glitch remembered backing off but keeping an eye on Soul. Admittedly though, that night she was getting tired of everyone. Over the course of the night, Glitch watched Soul mimic some of her actions and catch other people’s attention. At first, Glitch had thought that Soul was either trying to get a job there or trying to steal the show…only to watch as Soul decapitated a person with her scythe and then made the body disappear with the dark glow of her blade.

Glitch had been amazed by the act and almost stopped performing. Admittedly, she had begun to admire Soul throughout the next hour. She barely had to try to get people oogly boggly eyed at her.

She hummed curiously as she kept working until the club finally started to empty and everyone left. Except for Soul of course. Her scythe had etchings in the wood. Multiple heads, decorating the blade. Glitch morphed her form to be a little more prettier than her normal form. She should make a better impression. Soul was counting under her breath.

Soul glanced at her with her white pupils, her black eyes laced with annoyance. “What do you want? I’m counting…” Glitch clearly her throat. “Counting…your kill count?” Glitch asked. “You saw?” Soul asked, still rather judgmentally. “Of course, you caught my attention,” Glitch twiddled her thumbs.

“Pass.”

“Wh-What?” Glitch looked up at Soul, a little confused.

“I know those motions. Don’t make me add another.”

“Uhm, I was going to say that you impress me with your scythe skills. I’m no fan of love either.” Glitch made a slight push motion with her purple paws.

Soul just raised a brow. “That so? Then why do you work at a…” Soul just gestured to the empty building around.

“...” Glitch took a deep breath, taking out her hatchet. Well, at the moment, it looked like an originary stick. Glitch then pressed the button, allowing energy to go through it and light up the purple, staticky blade.

“One undead serial killer to another, I’m impressed. I’m personally forced to burn the bodies, but you can just make them disappear just like that!” Glitch said, making her amazement rather clear.

Soul just rolled her eyes but admittedly…she was a little impressed. Not very much but she was definitely impressed.

“I’m uh…just wondering, what’s your name? For future reference of course. Uhm, I thought I was the only undead around here. Well, I’m legally dead. I’m not a ghost or anything. You might’ve picked up on me morphing myself while on that stage.”

“I did. You must be Chopper?”

Glitch was fully taken aback. THAT!? THAT WAS THE BEST THIS TOWN COULD COME WITH!? THAT’S WHAT PEOPLE KNEW HER AS!?

“I-! Oh that-! That’s the worst name ever!! Dear god, that's awful!! Chopper!? CHOPPER!? B-B-Because I h-have an axe!? C-Call me the Club Chopper, The Glitch, HELL- even Siren or Samodiva? I think that’s the word, but anything besides Just- the Chopper!!”

“The people here call me the White Ghoul or just The White Scythe.”

“See!? That’s a much cooler name!” Glitch was shaking now, still had no idea how to even feel about that slanderfest of a name.

“I would rather just be called by my name. Soul.”

Glitch admittedly felt a shudder go down her spine. Oh wait, she didn’t have a spine. “..Soul…wow,” Glitch didn’t say much after that. “I’m Glitch nowadays but I used to be Violet.”

“Violet. Like Violent…” Oooh, that was smart…

Cut to the chase, Glitch started seeing Soul at that club a lot more often. She was in practically every day to get more victims. And…I guess Soul soon fell for Glitch too. But this was a different sorta fall. Not some stupid, high school fluttering like with Cole. This was a true thing…

(Yes, this ending was rushed.)

#oc writing #oc oneshot #oneshot

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