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queen-scribbles · 7 months

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Folly

Another fic brought to you by the timing of when I triggered certain main quest events :D

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The sun had at least half sunk behind the treeline, the purple and gold sky framing the ever present orange glow of the volcano. It was a view that went underappreciated as the lot of them entered New Sérène, steps dragging with exhaustion of all-day travel. Vesper was just as tired as her friends, even if she was hiding it--or ignoring it.

But Kurt had spent far too much time with her to miss the tells; the smile in response to something Aphra said ever so slightly dim, the small shake of her head to clear her thoughts. And he couldn't blame her, or any of them, they'd been pushing it in hopes of reaching the city to sleep in real beds.

Still, despite the dark circles, despite swallowing no fewer than three yawns, Vesper hesitated when they reached Orsay square. Kurt halted next to her as the others trailed toward the house--and the siren call of sleep--at varying speeds.

"Something on your mind, Green Blood?" he asked, even if he could hazard a guess.

"I should update Constantin before I turn in," she said around a yawn, shifting her weight to lean against him ever so slightly. "Not like it'll take long."

Kurt thought about pointing out it would keep til morning; it wasn't anymore urgent news than it was lengthy. But he knew that look in her eye. And everything about this was urgent if she thought it would help her cousin. He could hardly fault her for that. So instead he nodded. "I'll come along."

"You don't have to," Vesper protested, turning to rest a hand on his arm. "I know you're almost as tired as the rest of us, even if-"

"And what kind of bodyguard would I be if that was enough t' let my charge go traipsing off out of my sight?" he countered, trying not to stare at her hand on his arm. He was still getting used to that.

"While I think I'd be safe enough in the governor's palace," she said with a wink, "I'll take whatever time I can get with you."

That was really an adjustment, and Kurt's thoughts stumbled over each other for a moment before he nodded. "Well, then, after you. Sweet Excellency." He whispered the last in her ear, and she smiled fully bright as she headed for the palace steps.

"So, after you talk to your cousin," Kurt began as they walked the entry hall, "you will get some sleep?" The inflection left it hovering somewhere between a question or request and an order. (One he knew he had no right to give, but dearly wanted to.) She needed the rest, desperately, but he also knew how hard her worry for Constantin drove her. How hard she drove herself.

Vesper stopped on the landing and turned to cup his jaw with one hand before he'd finished mounting the steps. "Straight to bed," she promised softly with one of those warm, grateful smiles that made Kurt's chest ache because he still felt undeserving. A mote of mischief entered her gaze as she leaned closer to whisper, "So long as you come with me."

The breathless laugh escaped him before he could stop it. It was as he went to ask if she wanted to be so forward with an audience--despite knowing the answer--that he noticed there wasn't really one. The lack of petitioners and staff could be explained by the hour, but the guards were also absent from their posts. "Green Blood-"

The muffled sound of a raised voice came from the direction of the throne room and both their gazes snapped that direction in tandem.

"Come on," Vesper murmured, hand brushing his arm as she let it slide from his face.

"Right behind you."

They hurried the last flight of steps, Vesper's shoulders tense in anticipation before they reached the double doors. A small cluster of nobles stood in the middle of the large room, loosely arrayed as if facing off with the line of guards between them and the governor's chair.

The empty governor's chair.

Even as the thought formed in Kurt's mind--and undoubtedly in Vesper's--Lady Morange's voice rose above the clamor to ask it.

"We simply wish to know what happened to--" She broke off when she marked their approach. "Ah, your Excellency! Perhaps you will manage to get something out of this craven soul who calls himself a guardsman!" She pressed one hand to the soldier's leather cuirass in a light derisive shove as she stepped aside.

"What is going on, soldier?" Vesper asked softly, steadily, no trace of her exhaustion, though the worry was too strong to hide.

The lieutenant dipped his head respectfully and gestured to the man who had raised Lady Morange's ire so. "My lady, this man has just reported in... asking for reinforcements. He believes Lord D'Orsay has been attacked."

"Believes?" Vesper echoed, stiffening with fire in her eyes.

Shared concern for Constantin warred in his thoughts with the certainty there'd be no convincing her to rest now, no matter how badly she needed it. Even as he internally cursed the latter, Kurt listened to the details surrounding the former circumstances. The high points were simple enough; Catasach taking Constantin somewhere to attempt curing the malichor, them coming under attack, the guard currently wilting under Vesper's intensity on patrol and judging from what he heard that go get help was the best course of action. (From his description, it was hard to fault him.)

Interrogation done, Vesper whirled from the man and stalked for the door.

Kurt was right behind her, though he didn't speak til they were down the stairs. "I know what you're thinking, Vesper."

"And I suppose you also know talking me out of it is doomed to failure," she said, still striding rapidly for the main palace door.

He caught her elbow, tugged her off to the side. "Just consider, Magasvár is a day and a half's trek--"

"Which means it'll have been at least three days since they were attacked!" Vesper gripped his arms, desperation plain on her face. "You know how sick he is, Kurt, if something happens to him..." She took a breath, shook her head.

"You're not going to get there tonight, Vesper," he said quietly.

"But I can get closer," she insisted.

"We can get closer," Kurt corrected. Fourteen hours with no sleep and she wants to make it more.

Her brow furrowed. "No, Kurt--"

"If it's folly to talk you out of going, it's folly to talk me out of coming along." He tipped her chin up. "All other considerations aside, I'm your bodyguard, Excellency. Like hell I'm letting you camp out there alone. Your cousin would take my head and be right to do so." He arched a brow when she still looked ready to protest. "D'you want to argue this with me, or do you want to get underway?"

He was far more more accustomed to running on little sleep than her, after all.

Vesper only hesitated half a breath longer before a tired, grateful smile broke across her face. She pushed on her toes to brush a light kiss to his lips. "I love you."

Kurt answered the kiss with an equally light one to her forehead as his heart skipped a beat at everything tied in the words. "And I you."

She stepped back, hands sliding from his arms. "We should inform the others, they can get some sleep and follow in the morning."

As Kurt expected would happen, Síora insisted on coming with them, even as the others were persuaded to stay and rest up. Her argument--familiarity with the terrain, ability to find the fastest route--was one Vesper couldn't've refuted even at her best.

As it was, she caved without much protest, and after grabbing a few more supplies, the three of them departed. The now star-carpeted sky went just as unappreciated as the sunset on the way in, if for a very different reason.

They made a few hours' progress before stopping. It was a true testament to Vesper's exhaustion that she didn't insist on first watch as she usually did, but let him take it. Kurt answered Síora's quiet request to be second watch with a nod, grateful they were on the same page in that regard, and settled in to watch the surroundings.

And pray they weren't too late.

#queens fic #vesper de sardet #kurt #kurt greedfall #greedfall #ves/kurt #freshly minted! he's still adjusting!!#i love it #this popped into my head during the most recent run completely kurt pov and i couldn't say no #his pov is so fun this early #when he's still ''wym you love me and value me and want me around as more than Just a Mercenary???''#and ves is just *unfurls the very long list of things she loves about him* YES YES I DO

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vvanessaives · 1 year

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i was tagged by @indorilnerevarine and @denerims to take this quiz and by @florbelles @risingsh0t @arklay to do this quiz too for some of my ocs so i practically decided to put both together into a single post. thank you so much to everyone!! <3

tagging: feeling a little self conscious of tagging people so whoever wants to do any of these two or both just go ahead and say i tagged you!!

— OCS AS GREEK GODS

HECATE

double, double toil and trouble. yeah you don't really get much facetime in the myths but you're literally the god of magic and dogs so stay winning. mysterious goth energy, does she really do complete dark rituals or is that just her vibe. no one knows and you're not telling

HERMES

you literally were born and then invented mischeif. like you were a newborn and you immidiately inbented theivery and then lying. go you. you are the living embodiment of chaotic neutral. Yes people are so annoyed by you sometimes, but you are so unbelievably charming that you get away with everything. who doesn't love a charming rogue

ARTEMIS

i mean this in the kindest way possible, you give off huge autistic lesbian vibes. oh you're living in the isolated wilderness? hmm. only with women? yes uh huh. if we're following myths as metaphors you have literal trans egg cracking energy so doubly good for you.

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— OCS CORE

SILENT ADMISSIONIN

tarot, the fool is numbered 0 – the number of unlimited potential. as the protagonist, he is ever present and therefore needs no number as well as no introduction. the world revolves around you in ways that i can't begin to describe, though you'd shrug it off if i were to begin to explain. i need you to know that time is running out. if you want to get this done, you need to start now. sloth is your greatest enemy in this world, and you can only run so far from the opposition when you start with such a disadvantage. keep your head high, yeah? the kid you were is still in there somewhere. you need to show him that it was worth it.

CAUTERIZING RAGE

the house has burned around you, and you’re the only one left standing. is it gratifying to be the survivor? fear and anger are weapons in your capable hands, used only to serve your agenda of fighting back when deemed necessary. you're a powerful person, built from the ashes of your despair and your family's mistakes. with time, you'll bloom into someone softer, like the full blossoms that grow each spring and wither away with the leaves in fall. they won't disappear if you take your eyes off of them. you're enough.

ANIMAL INTUITION

loyalty is the saint you pray to. if you ever were stabbed in the back by your beloved, you'd probably apologize. to your enemies, you're fierce. to your allies, even fiercer. you cultivate a thick inner circle built on promises and devotion, fit only for the best of the best. it's impossible for most to even begin to dissect the type of person you are, owing to your unbreakable emotional walls and confusing philosophies. dream careers? body guard, movie star, unwitting pawn. don't let people get the best of that loyalty.

FRACTURED GLASS

no amount of orchestrated class is ever going to hide the fact that you’re doomed to be alone. you’re a puppet, you’re a weapon, but most importantly? you’re a fraud. your facade isn’t malicious, but that doesn’t change a thing. everything in your life is in your control now, and you chose to let yourself become stiff and distant. you’re guilty of everything you blame yourself for, and your misfortune is the fault of nobody but yourself. your selfish nature forges you into a man-made monster, so quick to blame and so desperate to escape consequence. i hope that you can become someone you’re proud of soon.

#tag games #in my scared to tag people sunday era jfkdf still tho really just say i tagged you and do any of these i'm sending a kiss to all my mutuals #now that i said that allow me to (screams cries sobs falls to the ground dies) i'm normal about all of these results #about the gods quiz: violante being hecate jfdk WE STAY WINNING MY BEAUTIFUL GOTH LADY. same goes for ruven he just fucks up everything and #i love that for him + selene being artemis i mean...her build is literally archer so when i got that result i was ohhh :0 still she's a #bi legend and the isolated wilderness fits for the first part of her story since then she just..well goes insane but in a funny way i guess #THE OC CORE TOOK ME TF OUT INSTEAD. vesper..the fool..the protagonist...looks directly into the camera: yea that's 77 starting point #when fenix's result went 'built from the ashes of your despair and your family's mistakes' yea i cried <33 and the 'you'll bloom into #someone softer' YEA MY MAN!! THAT'S WHAT YOU'VE GONE THROUGH!! CAN'T BELIEVE THIS SHIT!! THIS QUIZ WAS #READING MY MIND I SWEAR. and to end this brainrot in shame as there are two h/otd ocs there..yea i won't talk too much but ari's downfall is #her own loyalty and vhanya's selfish nature.....SO TRUEEEEE. desperate to escape consequences? SO TRUEEEEEEEEEEE #i'll die now and let the Thoughts consume me #oc: violante #oc: ruven #oc: selene #oc: vesper #oc: fenix #oc: arianne #oc: visenyra

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snowflop · 8 months

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#Magni... Vesper... :((((#Those are the only two holostars i watched with any regularity. ive been worried about what this extended hiatus could mean #it turns out to be the worst possible outcome... both of them? at the same time? miserable. desolate.#it's not quite as gut wrenching as Mysta's graduation just because we knew SOMETHING was wrong but still #so so sad about this. those were my guys. we aren't even getting a graduation stream :'(#more then anything it's like... disheartening.#it feels like we just set out on this big beautiful holostars adventure #only for half of our first gen to suddenly leave.#right after they got model updates to >_> weh.#i feel really bad for Pako san... it just keeps happening #they're so supportive towards their vtubers kids and their kids genmates. you can really tell they love the scene and want to be part of it #*sighs* it is what it is.#guess I have to get into Vanguard if i want that holostars energy in my life. Bettel seems funny i'll check him out #i feel silly that so many of my ''personal'' posts are just... about vtubers but its MY blog i get to chose the posts #this IS a fandom blog firstly and foremostly so i'm afraid that's just how it has to be #snow blogging

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vespersbelladonnakiss · 7 months

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i've realised something. i need to curate my image so i can become "the polar bear guy" to you. sorry vesper, i've got something new to obsess about

#sorry i didn't mean it vesper i still love you #BUT POLAR BEARS #if vesper was a polar bear i'd lose my shit #wait.#i control the means of vesper production #i can draw that #i probably won't #but i can dream

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emilykaldwen · 2 years

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CRITICAL ROLE - VESPER ELAINA DE ROLO - THE PRINCESS OF WHITESTONE

Vox Machina’s first hope after their battles were said and done, where they experienced their greatest loss. It was Vesper’s birth barely nine month later that reminded them all what they fought for.

Even growing up in the height of privileged, Vesper was taught to work for what she had. Oh, yes, she was undoubtedly spoiled and doted on, both with toys made in her father’s workshop, and glimmering trinkets from her mother, not to mention her aunts and uncles, but Vesper was already someone with a big heart, and a well of compassion and empathy that seemed endless.

But even growing up safe, secure, and undoubtedly loved, Vesper struggled as she got older to figure out who she was, and what her place was in the world. She knew that eventually, she would likely become the next member on the Whitestone Council after her aunt Cassandra, but she didn’t have the knack for bargains the way her mother, Tal’Dorei’s Master of Coin, or the tinkering imagination of her father, whose inventions for good or bad, have changed the landscape of Exandria.

What was she, the eldest child of Tal’Dorei’s greatest heroes, meant to do with her life? Her parents and her family at large were unfailingly supportive and loving, with no pressure or expectation, but Vesper? Well, she would have benefited from a bit more pressure and expectation. She fought tooth and nail to be strong enough, clever enough, to join The Grey Hunt, but sometimes she feels like it was merely her mother taking pity on her. Logically - and oh, Vesper can be logical, surely, she knows it wasn’t. If she wasn’t good enough to be a Hunter, then she damn well wouldn’t be there. And of course, she had an avenue that not many others in the clandestine organization could get easily. Doors were not often barred, and she was very much underestimated.

But as the years have passed, and she approaches thirty years - older than her namesakes both now. She lost one of her closest childhood friends, Will, was murdered trying to protect her Aunt Keyleth - The Voice of the Tempest - during an assassination attempt. Orym left on a covert mission he couldn’t tell her about. When he came back, followed by a very odd assortment of cohorts, she knew that she had to do something. The attack on her precious Aunt was more than what it seemed.

Now haunted by a vision given to her in a flurry of raven feathers and moonlight, Vesper must put all her training to the test to find out what it is about the Red Moon Ruidius, and warn Orym that assassins are after him and his friends.

Of course, that not only means her Parchwood Rifle safe in her bag of holding, but her parents are out of town and, well, she knows where all the good stuff is. Now... to just take the airship back to Marquette... unknowingly walking towards the one in the whole of Exandria who wants her dead.

For what is dead, may never die.

(none of these gifs are mine)

#critical role #critical role fanart #critical role spoilers #look this has been in my head all weekend #I made a character sheet #rolled stats #started making a playlist #I just have a lot of Vesper de Rolo feelings okay #BUT WHAT IS GOING ON WITH THE MOON YOU GUYS!#The one time I feel like we're gonna end up with some more C1 characters #Orym's a love letter to Keyleth after all #and Laudna the repercussion of like the most traumatizing arc #AND DELILAH BRIARWOOD STILL WONT STAY DEAD #CAN YOU IMAGINE #Marisha having to make wisdom saves to keep Delilah from killing Vesper

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hellbornsworld · 2 months

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JUNGKOOK FANFIC RECOMMENDATIONS-11

🎀 Angel Eyes by @bunnyhugs77 - OneShot

Pairing: Patient! Jungkook x Reader

"You're such a bad influence, y'know? I can't believe you really almost made me do that." His bunny-like smile is on display when he speaks, "That wasn't me, that was your instinct. For a brief second, you just listened to your heart."

🎀 Falling Skies by @fortunexkookie - Series

Pairings: Jungkook x Reader

Jeon Jiyeon was your childhood best friend; her brother, Jungkook, was something else entirely. You used to be friends, but then he had gone from endearingly frustrating dumb boy to card-carrying fuckboy so fast it had given you whiplash. Despite the teasing and fighting, Jiyeon had realized how Jungkook felt about you long before he did. It was a twin thing.

🎀 SNOW IMPRINTS by @2hightocare - OneShot

Paring: DILF!JK X Reader

What was supposed to be a family reunion, ends in comparing dick sizes.

🎀 Peach. by @hongjoongscafe - OneShot

Pairing: Professor!jungkook X Camgirl!reader

where his lust and admiration fell for a camgirl.

🎀 slow dancing by @yoonia - Series

Pairings: Jungkook x reader / Namjoon x reader

When your countdown appeared on your wrist right on the morning of your eighteenth birthday, you had thought that perhaps the universe was on your side, especially since the final seconds were already ticking so soon. You just never expected to have your first meeting with your soulmate to be the day when you had to let him go. But hope was not lost when you still found love without the bond, and Jungkook showed you that it was possible to find happiness beyond the system that was written for you. Except that the universe doesn’t seem to have enough of its game, when your past sacrifice comes back hitting you straight in the face, just when you had believed that you had written off the perfect ending to your bittersweet tale.

🎀 Magic Shop by @jungkookiebus - OneShot

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: tea shop owner!jjk x reader

you thought after three years the hurt in your heart for your dead husband would sting a little less than it did. in an attempt to clear your mind and start anew, you move to a small, coastal town. there, you find comfort in a tea shop run by a man named jeongguk. every day, at the same time, you come to the tea shop and soon start to fall for the bright-eyed man that listens to you pour your heart out. but the guilt settling in your stomach every time you think of your husband has you running from jeongguk entirely. do you have what it takes to let go?

🎀 bewitched by @jkabbi - Series

pairing: jungkook x reader

Former neighbors turned lovers, your enchanting romance with Jungkook takes a magical turn. A spell to protect him shapes your past, and now, as a flower shop owner, an unexpected reunion brings buried secrets to light. Past and present collide in a captivating tale of love and mystery.

🎀 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢 by @pennyellee - OneShot

pairings: heartthrob!jk, yandere!jk x fashion employee f!reader

You, a determined fashion designer, find yourself entangled in a collaboration with the irresistibly charming and egotistic heartthrob, Jeon Jungkook. Will this partnership remain strictly professional, or will he make the lines blur?

🎀 nepenthe by @lively-potter - OneShot

Pairing: CEO!JK X Reader

in which solaris celeste vesper, a sad girl with an unfortunate upbringing meets a man far older than her and, within his presence, her sorrow fades into nothingness.

Also in which jeon jungkook finds the sun he so desperately needed in his life.

🎀 PREDESTINED by @keen-li - OneShot

Pairing: Mortal/commer jk x goddess reader

"You shouldn't be here" you say with a smile. Legally he shouldn't be here but personally you're glad he's here.

🎀 SX Seoul by lo1k-diamonds - TwoShot

PAIRING: Jungkook X Reader

You're back in town and your first stop in a night out with friends is a new club: SX Seoul. You had no plans, but when you see your ex, everything changes.

🎀 oxygen by @gimmethatagustd - OneShot

Pairing: Mafia!Jungkook x f!Reader

If you get caught, you'll both die. Jungkook wants to be yours anyway.

🎀 ALL AT ONCE by @muniimyg - Series

pairings: unhinged jungkook + shy oc

jungkook confesses and you're in denial

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mykneeshurt · 1 year

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Interrogation - Keegan P Russ x F!reader x Ghost

As per usual, minimal plot, all porn. Not written well just pure horny thoughts. Thank you once again to @sashadiurnal who helped me with the plot, that I butchered as I’m unable to keep on the straight and narrow. Tee hee

Warnings - 18+, minors DNI, praise kink, degradation, p in v, p in a, DP, f oral receiving, m oral receiving, unprotected sex, rough sex, breath play (goes without saying this is fiction, in real life we wrap willies, love consent, love safe words and aftercare!)

‘Get your fuckin hands off me!’ You spat as you were thrown down into a chair. Your vision was obscured by a foul smelling bag, no doubt used on countless others. Your hands were cuffed in front you, the cold sting of the metal bit into your wrists.

The bag was ripped from your head as a blinding light filled your field of vision. Hissing you held your hands to your eyes, trying to ease yourself into the white light of the room. Lowering your hands two figures slowly came into focus. Once you recognised them a fire was set alight in your core. Sergeant Keegan P Russ and the Lieutenant known only as Ghost.

‘Long time no see boys. It’s a pleasure as always’ you sneered. You were sat on a metal chair in what looked like a small office. You didn’t know every nook and cranny of your base, so assumed it was in one of the wings you didn’t normally frequent.

They stood in front of you, Keegan with his hands on his hips, dressed head to toe in white camouflage. Ghost dressed in the same but with a black balaclava where a white skull adorned the front. He had his arms crossed, biceps bulging as he took in your form. You’d managed to avoid them for a decent amount of time, but looks like your time had finally run out.

‘Where’s the launch codes for the missiles’ Keegan asked, his hands tensed over his hips. ‘What launch codes?’ You smirked, shrugging your shoulders. ‘Don’t fuck about. That launch codes. Where are they?’ Ghost asked, his voice filled with frustration. ‘Aww big bad Ghosts couldn’t get through my security system?’ You pouted, trying to give your best doe eyed glare. ‘Ask me nicely, maybe I’ll give em to you.’

Keegan walked around the table, menacingly. Hands still firmly resting on his hips, they swayed as he made his way over to you. ‘No, you’ll give them to us, we can be very persuasive.’ You raised an eyebrow, biting your lip, ‘you know it’s not torture if I like it Russ.’ His eyes narrowed at your remark as he lowered his face dangerously close to yours, ‘give us the fuckin codes Vesper.’

‘Make me Russ’ you whispered, a smirk tugging on the corner of your lips.

Grabbing your shoulders he lifted your body and threw you into the wall in one swift motion. Your body hit the wall with a thud, a low moan escaped your chest. Keegan stood you up and pressed his forearm onto your throat. His azure eyes cut into you as you bit your cheek. He pressed harder into your throat. ‘Fuck, don’t tempt me with a good time Russ’ you managed to choke out.

‘Tryin my patience’ Ghost barked from the background. Pulling your eyes from Keegans you locked onto Ghost, clenching your thighs together at the pool of arousal that gathered in your panties. Ghost dropped his eyes, noticing the minuscule movement. His eyes widened in realisation ‘shes fucking gettin off of this.’ Smiling at his revelation you once again met Keegans stare. ‘I think someone’s feeling left out Russ. You might need to share.’

Pulling you taught against his body he moved you over to the table, slamming your torso down onto the cold surface. Your cuffed hands barely broke your fall. Keegan laced his fingers through your hair pulling your neck until you rest against him. ‘Wanna play that game? Fine. Guess I’ll fuck it out of you instead’ he growled into your ear. A devilish giggle dripped from your lips as you pushed your ass into him.

Keegan motioned to Ghost to come over, the 6’4 Adonis stalked his way over to the table. Keegan lifted you by the collar of your shirt and pushed you into Ghost. Pulling your cuffs he placed your arms over his neck, forcing you onto your toes. Ghosts heavy, dead eyes bore into yours as your breathing picked up a notch.

Keegan wrapped his hands around your waist and found your belt, pulling it out of the belt loops with a ‘thwack.’ Undoing your button he slowly worked your trousers down, resting just beneath the crease of your ass. Keegan lowered his mouth to your ear, nipping it slightly ‘eyes on Ghost, don’t look away.’ Your thighs clenched again.

Keegan caressed the supple skin underneath your panties, considering how much he hated you, it was a tender touch. The slap of leather on leather filled the room, excitement shone in your eyes. Ghost pulled you closer to him and held your hips, arching your back.

A heavy slap rang out in the small office, as Keegan swatted your ass cheeks with your belt. A breathy moan fell from your mouth as you fought to keep your eyes on Ghost. Three more slaps to your ass made you dance the dangerously thin line between pain and pleasure. A crimson line decorated your cheeks, Keegan massaged it softly ‘that’s it, fuckin take it.’

Your eyebrows furrowed together, your pussy now weeping with arousal. ‘Not gonna kiss me?’ You whispered to Ghost, ‘not very hospitable of you.’ Ghost trailed his hand up your back, as Keegan pulled your panties down. Gripping your hair Ghost pulled your head, allowing him access to your neck. He planted masked kisses along your skin, and onto your jaw.

You flinched at the sudden intrusion of Keegans fingers along your slit. He gathered your juices on his fingers before placing them in your mouth. You twirled your tongue around his fingers moaning at the taste of yourself. ‘Fuckin hell’ Ghost whispered into your neck. Keegan returned to his position behind you, this time inserting his middle and ring finger into your cunt. Pumping it slowly, before building a punishing pace. The wet sound of your pussy made their cocks stiffen.

Ghost pulled his mark up slightly finally giving in and kissing you. He tasted yourself on your lips, he groaned at the taste. Nipping your lip he pulled back, ‘she tastes so fuckin good’ he drawled. Keegan grunted in acknowledgement, too busy listening to the sound of your cunt around his fingers. You flopped your head into Ghosts chest, lost in the maze of pleasure, you moaned and writhed from the sensations.

Keegan readjusted his fingers, using his index and middle finger in your pussy. This time easing his ring finger into your tight ass hole. A slurred moan erupted from the pit of your chest. You rolled your hips back into his fingers, pleading for more. ‘Such a filthy little bitch’ Keegan scolded ‘so needy for our cocks aren’t you.’

‘Yes … fuck, yes’ you whimpered.

Removing his fingers he then lifted your aching arms from around Ghosts neck. He moved you back to the table lying you on your back. Ghost stood by your head, which was conveniently level with his throbbing cock. Keegan buried his face in your cunt, savouring your taste agains his tongue. Your eyes rolled the back of your head as Ghost tapped his cock on your lips. He was thick, your eyes momentarily widening at the girth. A dark chuckle exuded from him, he leant down and whispered against your lips ‘you’re gonna take my cock and you’re gonna fuckin choke on it.’

Opening your mouth he thrust his cock in your mouth, his girth filling you entirely. He was unforgiving. Relentless. He watched as your throat stretched for him, eyes watering and gagging around him. Pulling out he slapped your cheek, ‘that’s it, good girl, such a good little slut.’ You bucked your hips at his words, causing Keegan to release a guttural moan into your pussy.

Not being able to take anymore Keegan stood and pulled down his trousers, freeing his throbbing cock. He pumped himself as he watched Ghost abuse your throat, your body writhing, desperate for Keegan to fill you. He lined himself up before pushing his cock in, inch by inch. You moaned around Ghosts cock as Keegan filled your creamy cunt. Keegan struck your clit with the tips of his fingers, as he did Ghost pulled out allowing you to finally breath.

A borderline pornographic moan filled the room, your back arched off the table as you squeezed your eyes shut. Ghost slapped your face again, before ramming his cock once more into your tiny throat. He watched as his cock bulged in your throat, trying to accommodate his girth.

Keegans pace was brutal, he hitched your thighs around his slutty little waist as he thrust into you. ‘Feels so fuckin good, so fuckin good’ he was breathless ‘such a whore, taking this cock so well.’ The mixture of praise and degradation kept your head spinning. His fingertips assaulted your hips, surely causing bruises. The thought of him marking you only made you more wet. Keegan threw his head back, eyes rolling as your cunt clenched around him. ‘She’s so tight’ he whimpered.

Ghost pulled out, pushing you back to a standing position, this time hooking your arms over Keegans neck. Keegan lifted you from the table, your legs still wrapped around his waist. This time keegan leant into your lips, kissing you, chasing your tongue with his. Ghost came behind you, pressing body against yours, sandwiching you between them.

Keegan still thrusted into your abused cunt as Ghost lined himself up to take your ass. He leant down placing a kiss on your cheek before spitting onto your tight hole. He pushed in slowly, allowing you to adjust to his size. Keegan inhaled your moan as Ghost stretched out your ass, the two of them began moving in tandem.

You dropped your head back onto Ghosts shoulder, completely blissed out at your holes being stretched, abused, assaulted. ‘Look at her’ Ghost marvelled, ‘taking two cocks at once, fucking whore.’

‘Don’t stop, fuck don’t stop, please’ you begged. Ghost snakes a hand around your neck, squeezing it until your face went red.

You felt the pressure building, rapidly. ‘Make me cum, please, fuck I wanna cum’ you sobbed, your body was overstimulated but begging for release. Keegan pulled you back to his lips, nipping your them as he kissed you. ‘Gonna cum in this tight ass of yours’ Ghost grunted from behind you.

‘Please, please, please’ you babbled into Keegans neck.

Ghost gripped your hips like a vice as he came, a deep breathless moan danced over your shoulder. He pulled out leaving you feeling suddenly very empty. Keegan placed you back on the table, picking up his pace, slapping your clit once more. ‘Take it Keegan, please’ you whimpered, bucking your hips and arching your back. He leant forward placing his forearms either side of your head. He stared into your eyes as he came moments later, his cock shooting hot ribbons of cum into your cunt.

You came not long after, the coil finally snapping. Beads of sweat coated your forehead and you tried to catch your breath. You could feel his cum leaking out of your pussy, part of you wanted him to fuck it back in. Keegan placed a kiss to your cheek, ‘codes.’

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simplysslytherin · 3 months

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I felt like breaking my own heart tonight with the thought of Astarion with a human Tav, who he treats like glass because they have the shortest life span of all the races, and the idea of someday losing them terrifies Astarion more than anything he’s ever experienced. And Tav gives him shit for it, wishing he’d stop walking on eggshells around them.

"Stop it Astarion! I'm not made of glass!" Tav yelled conformable in the fact that the children where not in the house.

Tav sighed pointing a finger at him. "Even if you were mortal, which you keep reminding me your not, we would have the same problem!" Tav jabbed their finger into his chest, "elves live centuries and humans only live a century give or take. We all know this so stop treating me like I will break." Tav huffed and left the room.

Astarion scrambled after them.

"But darling in your condition-"

"I'm just pregnant! We've been through this twice before! Gods! Your worse than when I was pregnant with Vesper, and she was our first!"

"But you could die. So many die in childbirth." His voice was soft, scared.

"But I won't."

"You don't know that!"

"Even if i do, you'll be fine."

"I won't survive without you."

Tav blushed, "of course you would your much stronger than me. But..." They cupped his face in their hands.

"But?"

"I may of made "arrangements"."

"What type of "arangements" darling?" He looked angry.

"Well, magic."

"Your not coming back as a undead! I forbid it! I wont stand for it! One undead is enough in a relationship! You'll lose so much and I-" his speech was cut off suddenly.

"Astarion! Astarion my love its not necromancy." He calmed at that.

"I've payed in advance to have a mage cast the reincarnate spell on me."

"Reincarnate spell?"

"Yes, the only side effect is I might not be human anymore. I'll still be me just in a new body."

"Why?"

"Did you really expect me to leave you alone? I told you I'd love you forever I ment it."

Tears streamed down Astarion's face as he crumpled into Tav. As Tav made soft shushing noses as they stroked his hair.

#astarion x tav #astarion #astarion acunin #astarion baldurs gate #astarion bg3 #astarion x reader #tav #bg3 tav #baldur's gate 3

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lineffability · 6 months

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He grows tomatoes.

Well, he tries to. Crowley does not usually try to grow plants. He decides to grow them, and they obey. It's vendetta ad vengeance at once. But lately, nothing seems to obey his will. It's weak, that will, broken into smithereens just like his heart.

And he can't even take it out on his plants. That's because Crowley has mercy.

So he tries to grow tomatoes.

It's summer (the first summer without him) and he has lodged in an airbnb in the country, and behind an old ramshackle ram-shack he has made himself a little plot of land. Well - it's all God's stupidly green earth, isn't it. But this two by two piece of earth he claims for himself. He could have at least that, right? He looks up at the sky. Frowns.

Let me have at least that.

Aziraphale liked to do things the hard way. (He's still doing that, Crowley supposes, up there. Up there. He's not dead, but it feels like it. He's gone. Gone to Heaven. Not to a better place.) Aziraphale liked to do it properly, the human way, when it pleased him. Which was often, but not always. French. Nom de dieu de merde. Pardon his French.

Pardon his stupid everything.

Crowley inspects his tomato plants. He's trying to grow them the human way. Funny, that. He nurses them like he nurses his heart, and miracles won't do. He's tried.

I think I should not be encouraged to grow tomatoes, he thinks.

Raindrops fall on red and green: the plants and the vines and the tomatoes and his hair. It's August, it shouldn't be raining this much. It's been a shitty August. It's been a shitty year. Thirteen months and two weeks and one day, to be exact. Not like he's keeping count. Why bother?

There's a spot on one of the leaves, and Crowley's heart sinks before it even had the chance to ever rise. It's only one tiny, dark, black spot, but he knows what it means. It means it's too late.

A horrible month. A horrible life. Not the right conditions to thrive. Disease, showing its ugly head, grinning. It's already too late. It's always too late. It would multiply and spread. It has already spread, underneath. Invisible to visible. It won't take long, now.

His soul is a tomato leaf.

Black as grief.

He's tended these seedlings, he's raised them, and planted them, too, and here they are before him tall and proud and still alive, and Crowley knows they are already dying. He can relate.

The sensible thing to do would be to discard it all, be done with them. It's not worth the effort, technically, to keep them alive. But to Crowley it's worth it. It has to be. They are worth it. He is worth it. Stupid stubborn perseverance, stupid stubborn hopeful heart.

He isn't immune to foreshadowing. He looks up again. Angry, this time, bitter. A bit of surrender, too.

The rain drips and drops on his face.

He looks back down, snaps the sickly leaf off with expert fingers. Continues to tend to the plants, as he will until they inevitably die. He plucks a tiny tomato. It's so small, fragile, one of the first of a doomed harvest: but it tastes sweet.

Determined, Crowley continues his labor of love, patient as with all living things.

He is responsible for these vines.

Maybe, despite everything, just maybe, he can nurture his heart back to health. (And maybe, just maybe, he is not human and does not do things the human way. When it pleases him. He's always been a rebel. Just a little miracle, a little bit of life-giving defiance. So small no one notices, not even us.) Crowley smiles.

He grows tomatoes.

This ficlet was inspired by Louise Glück's Vespers. May she rest in peace. "In your extended absence, you permit me use of earth, anticipating some return on investment. I must report failure in my assignment, principally regarding the tomato plants." read the full poem here

#good omens #crowley (good omens)#ineffable divorce #ineffable husbands #my writing #inefficable

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embersofhope-if · 1 year

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"On the 25th anniversary, as a reminder to the rebels that their children were dying because of their choice to initiate violence, every district was made to hold an election and vote on the tributes that who would represent it."

Twenty-five years have passed since the rebellion, yet the price is still being paid by the Districts. Even though most people alive today had no part in the fight, they suffer the consequences of the Capitol's anger. The harsh reality of the Capitol's cruelty is revealed every year on July 4th, Reaping Day. On this day, two children from each of the 12 districts are randomly chosen to fight to the death in an arena until only a lone victor remains. Parents hold their children close and hope it isn't their child who will be ripped away from them, knowing that there is nothing they can do to stop it.

However, this year is different. This year marks the very first Quarter Quell, and parents don't have to worry about whether their children might be taken away because, for this once-in-a-lifetime event, they get to choose who goes into the arena. But there's no doubt in anyone's mind who's going in when the mayor has a child of his own - me.

Now it's my turn to play a true game of life or death. May the odds be ever in my favor

Demo ☆ Playlist ☆ Pinterest

Customize your appearance (hair type and color, complexion, height, build, clothing)

Choose how you interact with the Capitol and those of your District

Form new relationships and change the ones you already have

Train in the weapon of your choice yes including a bow

Try not to die<3

17+. Content warnings for graphic violence, child death, child abuse/neglect, starvation, murder

Creon Levesque ♤ The Mentor ♤ RO ♤ 19

A special friend in very special places. I met Creon when you were 12 years old at a dinner party my Uncle Keyon had brought me to in the Capitol. Maybe it was the fact that I was very obviously District or maybe it was something else entirely, but from that night forward, Creon and I have had an intense and strange relationship. And now they stand before me assuring me that with them as a mentor, everything will be alright. How they managed to get themselves as a mentor they won't tell me, but honestly, in the end, does it matter?

♤Creon is gender selectable by the player♤

Romance Route: Red flag of all red flags, forbidden love, different worlds, insta love (at least on Creons part)

Aurelius/Aurelia Weaver ♧ The District Partner ♧ RO ♧ 18

My district partner. I don't know them that well, especially after they dropped out of school at 16 to work full-time in the factories. I'm not entirely sure what I did to them to warrant the looks of pure disgust and anger they throw my way after that, but now things have changed. They asked to be the other tribute for District 8, and now standing in front of them and looking into their eyes, all I can see is a predator looking at its prey. They are going to kill me, and they're going to enjoy it.

♧ Aurel is always the opposite gender of Mc ♧

Romance Route: Enemies to Lovers, Doomed Love, potential unrequited love, perhaps unrequited but actually requited love😏

Asher "Ash" Fairchild ♡ The Childhood Bestfriend ♡ 16

Ash was the first and only real friend I've had my entire life. They were practically the embodiment of everything good in the world. Everyone loved Ash, and when they had their name called for the 23rd reaping the shock and sorrow was felt throughout the entire District. Even walking up to the stage, they moved like a petal dancing through the wind. Their memory has haunted me every day for the past two years, and now I get to experience the same terror they felt in their final moments.

♡ There will be an option to be in a relationship with Ash before their games. Ash is also gender selectable by the player ♡

Romance Route: First love, childhood friends to lovers, soulmates

Soren Vesper ◇ The Mayor ◇ 46

The mayor of District 8, and my Father. A very stern man who prefers things to be done his way. I've never seen his mask of the harsh mayor who does everything the Capitol request ever break, that is until the announcement of the Quarter Quell. The change happened so fast that it scared me. A once mighty man who didn't care about the people of his district now begging them to choose anyone but his child to go into the games. At least I get to know my Father does care for me before I die.

Tribute and Other Profiles TBA

☆This is my second IF my main one is @shadowsofthegun-if if anyone is interested in being a goofy little cowboy and i have another IF @dustandshadows-if set in the world of the shadowhunter chronicles if anyone is interested in that as well. @konosadmaru is also my main if anyone wants to follow me on there☆

#embersofhope-if #soh-if #the hunger games #the hunger games if #choose your own adventure #cyoa #interactive games #survival game #text based game #if wip #wip #if game #twine game #twine #twine interactive fiction #promo post

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vvanessaives · 2 years

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i was tagged by @indorilnerevarine to make some of the oc blorbos in this picrew, thank you so much allegra!! ♡

violante (bg3) || vesper (2077) selene (oblivion) || moira (fnv) viper (original work) || feng (original work)

i’m tagging: @arklay @uldwynsovs @morvaris @steelport @swordcoasts @faarkas @nuclearstorms @reaperkiller @montliyets @shepardgf @denerims @shadowglens @druidgroves @virassan @risingsh0t @florbelles @cultistbase and whoever else wants to do this!!

#tag games #as always feel free to ignore in case you already did this or you aren't interested <3 #i was sooo close to add juliana and amelia in this too but jul didn't come out exactly as i wanted. wish this had a wider choice for skin #colour but alas!!! it was v pretty to do <33 #introducing 2 besties today. viper & feng. from yet another original story #they are gfs btw <3 story is set in hong kong & follows the murder of feng and viper's search for truth (and vengeance mainly jsdjk). but #maybe just maybe..feng is still out there. who knows :eyes emoji:#the rest of the clowns on here are old story hksjfh I LOVE THEM ALL MADLY #oc: violante #oc: vesper #oc: selene #oc: moira #oc: viper #oc: feng #i love how i never write down my ocs surnames too. i'm like. girl. it's just my friend

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eldritch-spouse · 6 months

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What would Vesper do if his queen were to suddenly, I don't know, disappear for a few days because she's off having "fun"?

Btw, I love the stories and the individual characters! I constantly reread them cause they're so amazing!

[I'm assuming "fun" means you're fucking around in the streets of Lust? If not, then I'm sorry, I can't really guess. Thenk you!! <3 That's super sweet of you.]

Putting aside the massive scare he gets when he realizes you're missing, he's about ready to crack Lacai's spine like fucking bubble wrapper for letting you just waltz off when the imp is able to get a desperate breath in and explain why he didn't intervene.

You were out getting "acquainted" with the denizens of the Ring.

The first thing he feels is absurd disappointment. That he wasn't invited. Really now, you could have told him about your sudden burst of hunger, Vesper would help arrange something fun!

It's safe to say the King will slide most non-priority tasks of the day into a shelf and follow after your trail outside. And believe him, it won't take long to find you. Because having the Queen of Lust just stroll around in the open definitely draws a sizable, loud crowd... He's farily confident that you wouldn't get hurt- Not only would the twats that hurt you be fated to something worse than death by his hands, the Ring loves you dearly. It's much more likely you're getting followed by demons begging you to fuck them or trying to show off with each other.

Vesper nearly shudders when he senses so much sexual energy condensed in one location, it's like a hit of dopamine snorted up his nose and rattling directly across his brain cells. He finds you in the state he expected to, honestly. Babbling, dripping slick and cum, too fried on pheromones to tell left from right but still coherent enough to beckon the next horny fool into one of your holes.

Such pride he feels in you.

However, he's not too keen on you getting overwhelmed enough to risk damage. As is, you're likely already going to be out of it for a week or so, raised libido, accelerated metabolism, emotional swings- The whole nine yards he'll have to prepare for.

Vesper cuts through the crowd and collects you from the mass of horny bodies delighting themselves with yours, creating a balance as he chooses to take care of most, and gradually decreases the number of partners you take at once, sometimes snarling at them viciously to stall their intensity. If someone disrespects his orders (probably due to rampant excitement at getting to fuck the Queen), then they'll be broken in two and tossed aside. You're likely too fucked out too notice or care.

At some point, you're no longer having sex but being lovingly fondled and soothed by the more self-controlled demons of the Ring, who are getting their rocks off just from seeing the state you're in.

Vesper decides when you've had enough and gives you a sweet, longing kiss before summoning Lacai and some guards to remove you from the premises, back to home where you will be bathed and properly grounded after such a fuckfest. The demonlord plans to lightly chastise you about the dangers of tossing yourself to the streets without caution. You are human, and even if his power flows through your organism, these things need to be eased into.

Vesper remains outside however, never afraid to sate his residents and take everything they toss at him. It's likely he'll overeat and toss himself into a rut, which his subjects are all too happy to deal with.

By the time he comes back, truly spent, the King just wants to faceplant on his bed with you.

#Vesper oc

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fcknstar · 11 months

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,, the innocence is gone "

pairings : gf!ethanlandry x fem!reader ( vesper )

summary : what happens when history tends to repeat himself?

content warnings : violence, betrayal, obsession.

**lowercase intended**

" ghostface would be attractive if he didnt kill.. " you voiced out, in your own world when the whole group turned to face you in shock.

" uhm.. i think thats a bit far fetch dont you think? " mindy cringed.

how can the thought of someone with a mask pull your heartstrings, or even turn you on.

" i mean, in my opinion he could be pretty hot. " you shrugged.

the group wasnt new on your interests in slashers, criminals. you figured that it was always the attractive ones who killed. they just found it weird considering you, mindy, the carpenter sisters and chad nearly got killed by one.

" coping mechanisms. " quinn laughed the tension off, with the rest awkwardly nodding.

★

ever since ethan joined the group, you have been nothing but attached. how did a good looking guy - a snack - be so lonely. you thought he had someone in his mind, the one you knew you couldnt occupy. but he did. you. but he soon swallowed the feeling down to focus on his mission. he knew he had to kill you, so why did your existence crumble him. making him question about his true intentions.

" i had econ! " he defended himself as mindy analyzed ethan.

you saw ethan leaving the apartment so you did trust him.

" mindy, he did leave the apartment, remember? " you whispered, eyes closed as you listened to the rustling sounds around you.

" see? "

" vesper, you are next in my list- "

" what? just because i defended him doesnt make me the killer. and you know for a fact i would never considering the fucking shit weve been through! " you couldnt believe your ears, your own best friend not trusting you.

" mindy, i think you are over- analysing everything right now. " sam sighed. she trusted you, even if she knew she couldn't trust anyone. but youve been there for her and tara since day one.

" fine, but ethan is still on the top of my list. " ethan bringing his hands up in defeat. giving him a lopsided smile, he returned a sad smile back.

everyone were starting to turn their backs on their own people, those that had to relive such traumatic moments.

★

" hello? "

" hey, ves! i was wondering if you could head down to the library? i need your help. " your friends voice begging for a yes to come out from you. instead a -

" no, im sorry. im with ethan right now, catching up on some shit i dont understand. ill try to come down as soon as possible though! " ethans eyes darting to your face. he loved the way you said his name. how sweet and soft youd say it, as if he was a fragile doll you had to take care off.

" oh man, alright sure! just text me - update me yea! bye! " a sigh was heard from the other side.

" bye love~ " you giggled. you were often flirtatious with your closest friends. ethan - not knowing the gender of the caller, narrowed his eyes.

" so sorry about that- "

" who was that? " ethan couldnt help but ask. he just had to know. if you couldnt be his, you shouldn't be anyones.

" lana, she needed help with something. i dont know. " ethan nodded.

★

ethan has yet to leave your side since the van. he needed to be with you as long as he could before he killed you, as him or as ghostface. so when gale brought you and the others down to the shrine, you realized ethans hand around your wrist.

looking up at him, him smiled.

" cant let you leave my sight knowing youd go crazy over this stuff. might lose you on the way. " you chuckled.

looking over the items, you couldn't help but wonder how did someone collect items that was about six years ago - or even more. walking up on stage, you grazed every piece of black robe that could be filled with blood. this was a new feeling and you liked it.

" remember how you said that ghostface was attractive, i get how someone might like him. " ethan blurted out.

" haha very funny eth. " rolling your eyes, knowing that he's just trying to annoy you.

" i mean look at amber freeman. she was hot. quite literally. "

you stopped at amber freemans robe, such events replaying.

" welcome to act three. " you stumbled backwards watching as she aimed the gun at you.

" its sad that that pretty face will be gone to waste. " amber made a pouty face. you liked amber, maybe more than just a friend. of course you found her attractive, even with her reveal. but you couldnt.

it felt as if someone took your heart out, squeezed it and pushed it back in. you had to digest so many information and your dumb brain couldnt handle it. you didnt want it to happen again, knowing you couldnt take another heart break.

" ves? " ethan placed an arm on your shoulder.

" sorry? "

" you alright? " you nodded, afraid that your voice might crack.

you coped up with everything by searching on slashers, even learning their tactics. it was interesting to say the least. you soon became obsessed with one you didnt even acknowledge. you should have known.

★

sam and tara pulled you behind them as ghostface removed his mask, revealing ethan.

his gloomy face was replaced with a menacing smile. you tuned everything out, realizing that everything this happening again. fuck, you thought. ethan was a shy dorky guy, and now standing in front of you is a killer that you liked. oddly enough, you didn't feel betrayed or even hurt. he looked hot, with his hair sticking to his forehead and his breathing heavy. thoughts of blood on his face couldnt help but flood your mind. you just didnt want to die. not yet.

you didn't even realize when ethans rounding the corner, near the glass display you and sam were standing at.

you being the closest one, he pulled you, placing the knife against your neck.

" fuck, eth- " your voice died down in your throat when you felt him press the knife further into your neck.

" no- " sam and tara wanted to run towards you when quinn stopped them.

" no, no you little fuckers, you aren't going anywhere. " before walking towards them, ethan walked with you, following quinns steps. your back against his front, you felt his heart thumping hard. probably due to adrenaline. you were going to die. tonight. in the hands of ethan.

quinn lunged forwards before tara smacked quinn with a brick, knocking her out.

that was when bailey aimed the gun towards the sisters.

" you brought a brick to a gun fight.. quite sad isnt it. that you have to die this way. "

" sam- " out of instinct, you jolted forward, forgetting the knife against your neck. you had cut your neck slightly, as you pushed yourself further behind against ethan.

" you sweet dumb thing. too stupid to not realize that you may cut yourself. " ethan pouted before pulling you away from the others.

sam and tara saw ethan pushing you forward with the knife against your back. shit, they thought.

before you could even ask him where he was bringing you, he stabbed you in the arm.

" ive always wanted to stick something in you, ves! " he smiled victoriously.

" fuck you, eth! " you breathed.

" is that an offer? " shaking his head, he continued, "since i like you, ill spare you. "

he has made up his mind.

a.n : have been vv obsessed lately, requests coming soon <3

#imagines #oneshots #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry #ethan landry imagine #ethan landry x you #ethan landry x y/n #ethan landry x oc #jack champion #jack champion x reader #jack champion x y/n #scream #scream 6

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isa-ghost · 12 days

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phil and cellbit hcs?

VESPER YOUR MIND...

qPhil headcanons masterlist

When Phil needs answers on something, he goes straight to Cellbit (at least pre-Purgatory, he's switched to Bagi over the months bc they've gotten much closer).

Another reason he's so pissed abt the reset is bc the Feds took them the fuck away from The Order, which had all of Cellbit's tools for figuring out the weird new shit they encounter on QI

ANOTHER reason Phil hates the reset is bc there's not much weird shit going on over here? It's just?? Capitalism?? There's nothing to take pictures of for Cellbit. And he really misses dropping an entire goldmine of new pictures for theorizing on Cellbit and watching how excited he gets about it :(

See, Phil and Cellbit were close prior to Purgatory; look at the Order, Phil picking his domain (idr their formal names), etc. But Purgatory did.. something. I mean, it did something to all of Bolas, but something extra to these two's friendship. The leader role, the way Cellbit fell into a sort-of second in command & substitute when Phil wasn't around, Phil (was meant to be) rescuing Cellbit & Baghs. It was teamwork and brothers in arms shit to a degree they'd previously not reached. It's permanently intensified their bond and trust in each other. Which I can't wait to see unfold if Cellbit keeps getting worse. >:D

It's a 50/50 if Phil is concerned about Cellbit's (re)rising murderous tendencies and potentially "resurfacing" cannibal habits or if he's just like "Haha, friend is stabby, lookit him go. :)"

I have a hot take. Roier to Etoiles in Purgatory is Cellbit to Phil. Loyal attack dog more than happy to create bloodshed for their equally scary leader. The authority aspect has kinda gone away post-Purgatory but Cellbit will still kill a man if Phil says do it. Phil wouldn't ask that of him if he didn't have a good reason.

Phil is super awed and inspired by Cellbit's building skills. Idiot will be like "damn, wish I could build like that" as if he can't. Bitch you just refuse to!!! (I want these two to build something big and sick together so bad)

I don't know how things would've played out if Cellbit was present for EK possession things but I know it would've been fucked up and intense. And I can't explore it in AMFMN because Cellbit & Baghera are still missing in it. 😔

That said, Cellbit gets told Phil was possessed by some old piece of shit he used to know and is immediately like "Phil I will fight god for you, I don't give a FUCK"

Phil absolutely loves watching Richas take on more and more of Cellbit's unhinged traits. He's a bit worried he's gonna become a little ball of murder too, but Richas has like half the fucking island as parents, he'll be fiiiiiine.

I don't remember if qPhil knows about the Purgatory 2 murder spree stuff but I like to think he doesn't yet because boy would his reaction be spicy :) If he does know and I've forgotten, he 100% didn't entirely process just How fucked it was.

As close as they've become and as,, kinda chill? Phil has been about the whole murder thing?? He's still deeply worried about Cellbit in other ways post-Purgatory. Dude's seemed withdrawn, he can't remember the last time he saw him with Roier, and just overall things have been different to a degree Phil is sure isn't normal or a slow bounce-back period. But every time he has a free moment to check in, Cellbit's never around.

Actually, as Cellbit gets worse, I think Phil will go from chill with how things have been worsening to Oh Fuck because he's gonna see a lot of his Antarctic self in him. It's not like Phil isn't proud of that era or anything, but. Mentally and emotionally? Being cold and merciless like that takes a toll. One Cellbit shouldn't subject himself to.

Phil cannot for the life of him Not laugh whenever Pac brings up the whole. Leg eating thing. Pac is so out of pocket about it nowadays bc it happened so long ago and Phil gets whiplash from the casual jokes every time. I think if Cellbit made jokes about it Phil would keel over.

Just out of spite and for the sake of clarity: Phil is not Cellbit's fucking parental figure. Cellbit is not his son. They are grown ass men. They are friends. Colleagues. Confidants if we wanna stretch things a bit. There is nothing familial about their bond.

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