#My oc is now eating super well :3
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{3} - Fight or Flight - Yandere!Redcap!Mingi X Tall!Chubby!Reader
Fae!AU & Yandere!AU - Part of the CoDN Thrill of the Hunt Collab
Genre: Fantasy, Mature, Horror, Angst, Fluff, Smut
Pairing: Mingi X Reader
Words: 9,085
Rating: Mature - 18+ MDNI
Warnings: Please read the warnings carefully, as this is a very heavy story dealing with many dark topics. This is also all of the warnings for this fic as it is one long one shot that I had to split into multiple parts, and I'm too tired right now to individually categorize all of these warnings to their respective parts. 8 ft tall Mingi. Slow burn. Violence: depiction of a massacre, a deer being slaughtered, as well as physical, verbal, sexual, and emotional, both alluded to and not. Blood and gore. Abuse: physical, emotional, verbal, and sexual, both alluded to and implied. Assault: physical, and sexual, both alluded to, implied, and attempted. OC has a really rough past, really this isn't for the faint of heart. Whipping, both alluded to, and done. Mentions of branding. Heavy themes of possession and ownership. Deception. Arson. Really, there's a lot of dark subject matter. Mingi falls hard and fast, thus, he simps a lot for the OC, but it's not a story written by me if Mingi doesn't simp for the OC. The reader is mentioned to be both tall and chubby, but it is not mentioned often, so it shouldn't disrupt the flow of the story when ready if you are not tall and/or chubby. I think that's everything, but if I missed something, please let me know! Smut: Biting/marking, outdoor sex, fingering (fem. rec), oral (fem. rec), hand job (male rec), come eating, overstimulation, Mingi has a dig bick, sex in a spring, really, it's very soft in comparison to the subject matter. This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.
P.S. If there are any spelling or grammatical errors, please ignore them. I did my best through many rounds of editing, but some are liable to still slip through.
A/n: I am SO sorry this took me LITERALLY forever to complete. I meant to have this out so much earlier, and actually posted on time, but it turned out much, much longer than I ever anticipated it being. I'm really proud of how this story turned out, and I didn't want to split it into multiple parts because I felt it would take away from the story as a whole. I'm super excited for you all to read this one, as I had a tremendous amount of fun writing it, and I really hope you all love Mingi's and OC's journey as much as I do. Huge shoutout and thanks to @anyamaris and @kwanisms for listening to me ramble and rave about this story both before and during the writing process, and for always encouraging me while writing! Also, huge thank you to @sanjoongie for being so patient and understanding with me as I write this all out in full. I hope you all enjoy! As always feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy!~
Summary: Out of one horrible situation and into another, the cycle of abuse never stops. You've lived with monsters your whole life. So, what's one more?
P.P.S. Please don't let this flop guys. If you enjoyed it, please reblog!!!
Mini Masterlist - Part One - Part Two
You were wrong.
Not only is this redcap the most infuriating fae possible, but he has no tact when it comes to handling you. Clearly, he’s never dealt with humans before, and he doesn’t even try to hide it. Every chance he gets, he’s shoving you around, pulling you harshly to your feet and snapping at you to ‘get a move on’ if you’re not moving at a quick enough pace for him.
Gone is the almost surreal atmosphere of peace the morning had brought you. Instead, as evening shifts into night, only irritation seems to fill the silence between the two of you. Whether he’s upset at himself for relating to a human or not is unbeknownst to you. All you do know is that he seems to dislike you more than he did the previous day.
“Are you done yet?” His voice cuts through the gentle sounds of the pond you’re currently bathing in.
Your head turns to stare at his back, noticing he stands a better guard than Windfel ever did. Not once did this fae turn around even to toy with you. Truly, he kept his word about being respectful about this kind of stuff, and for that, you should be grateful. Only, a creeping sense of dread begins to sink into your bones.
Slowly, you begin to make your way out of the pond, not quite feeling as refreshed as you should. The constant pounding of your heart within your chest reminds you that you’re still alive, and as you pull on the new clothes, you cannot keep your hands from shaking.
“Have you finished? I need to wrap your wound.” His arms are crossed over his chest, that much you can tell.
“I can do it myself.” Comes your somewhat sharp reply, looking around for where he put that roll of bandages he scavenged from a nearby town.
“No, you’re going to do it wrong.” He sighs, beginning to tap his foot against the ground. “I don’t want your wound getting infected again and slowing us down even further.”
Your features pull into a scowl. One which you are grateful he cannot see at the moment. You remain silent, tugging the loose shirt over your head once dry enough to do so. Only a grunt is given to acknowledge he can turn to face you, one which he seemingly immediately understands.
“Sit down.” He commands, walking over to you with another leaf filled with fresh paste in his one hand.
You comply, barely holding back your grumble of discontent. “Yes, General.”
The fae lets out a sharp breath through his nose, kneeling beside you on the ground. He says nothing as he begins to apply the paste over your now healing wound.
The cut on your leg is doing tremendously better in such a short amount of time. No longer does it crust at the edges, and the swelling has gone down significantly. There’s a small scab that rests over the deepest part of the cut, but the edges are much fainter than before, almost scar like in appearance. Sure, it still aches, but it’s nowhere near as horrendous or as infected as it once was.
Carefully, he spreads the paste over your cut. You notice his claws have retracted once more, and though he’s focussing intently on what he’s doing, he isn’t all that gentle. At one particular point, he adds a bit too much pressure to his fingers over the worst part of your cut, and you flinch.
A sharp hiss escapes you before you can stop yourself, and he removes his hand.
He says nothing as he discards of the leaf this time, reaching over to grab the roll of bandages. Wordlessly, he slides his one hand beneath your knee, tugging it upwards without warning.
Your initial response is to scold him, but given how close he is to you right now, combined with the fact that he is treating your wound, you don’t want to give him an opportunity to attack you. If he’s this good with treating them, then obviously he’s even better at causing them. Besides, there are ways he could torment you with the worst pain imaginable, all while making sure to still keep you alive.
It’s not like that hasn’t happened before. You would know.
There is no time, nor opportunity for you to be embarrassed right now. True to his word, he barely takes his eyes from your wounded leg the whole time he treats it. No roaming hands. No snide remarks, or suggestive comments about anything.
Whether he takes notice of the other scars lining your legs is unbeknownst to you, for he doesn’t comment on a single one. Instead, his brow is furrowed in concentration, his hands moving roughly around your thigh as he wraps the bandage around your wound. It’s almost as if he’s working subconsciously, letting his muscles repeat the monotonous motion of covering your wound without thinking. Almost as if he’s done this a thousand times before.
In the back of your mind, you begin to wonder about him. What was his past like? How did he learn to treat wounds this well? Is he truly as terrifying as you’ve been led to believe?
You catch yourself, blinking a few time to clear your vision. These are not things you should concern yourself with. You need to worry about yourself, and only yourself right now.
Looking back at the fae, you notice that his eyes are glazed. Still, he stares intently down at your thigh. You can tell he’s not paying attention, for he bandages your thigh too tightly, tying it off without a second thought.
“It’s too tight.” A blunt comment which seems to snap him out of his thoughts.
“No, it’s not.” He clicks his tongue, standing back to his feet. “Quit complaining, and let’s get a move on. I’ve already wasted enough time waiting for you today.”
“Isn’t it dangerous for me to travel at night?” You remark, tugging the fresh pair of pants over your legs as he walks over to the tree line.
“Not with me, it’s not.” Comes his gruff reply as he begins to stalk deeper into the woods. “Keep up. I’m not stopping if you fall behind.”
Without another word, and with a deep sigh, you take off after him. That stem of red spider lilies you still have with you gets hastily tucked back into your pants pocket. Despite the petals wilting every day, you cling onto it. It means too much to you, and the fact that you were able to find a single stem in the wild still makes your head spin.
Your favourite flower, come to bring you home.
Surprisingly, you manage to keep pace with the fae quite well. You can tell he’s not travelling at his top speed, but the trek is still manageable, and your thigh doesn’t throb once.
Your ankle on the other hand…
Sometime over the course of the night, your foot had started going numb. Your limp has become more prominent, and with every step you take, pain shoots up your right ankle. You manage to bear it for quite a bit longer. That is, until you lose your footing, tripping over a sudden root in your path and falling to the ground with a loud thump.
An annoyed sigh greets your ears, followed by even louder stomps heading back in your direction.
“Are you that incompetent-“ A sharp intake of breath. “You’re bleeding.”
“I’m always bleeding.” You push yourself upward, feeling pain shoot through your fingertips.
Oh, yes. You forgot. You cracked your nails.
Sitting yourself on the ground, you let out a sigh of your own. Gently, you go to raise your hands to your face in order to assess the damage. However, before you can get very far, two large hands envelope your own.
“You’re a walking disaster.” He clicks his tongue, studying your fingertips thoroughly.
His touch is not soft, but it’s not as rough as this morning. Still, he turns your hands in his without thought, tugging your arms lightly forward as he brings your fingertips closer to his face.
Your expression hardens, pursing your lips. “So I’ve been told.”
He says nothing, but you do notice his gaze flick upwards to your face. A moment later, and he’s letting out another sigh. “Is there anything else I should be made aware of?”
“Well, since you’re asking,” you reply smartly, pain and irritation ridding you of your normal filter. “I haven’t been able to feel my right foot for over two hours.”
He swears lowly under his breath. “Why didn’t you say anything?”
“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you were now my own personal doctor.” You snap.
A low growl greets you in response, and you freeze. With wide eyes, you meet his own.
“I would like to make it back to my home without any further setbacks.” He snarls. “Preferably with you in one piece.”
“Didn’t realize I was so important to you, General,” you tug your hands out from his grip, and surprisingly, you do not feel the sharp sting of fresh cuts adorning your skin from his claws. In fact, it looks as if he retracted them before he even started examining your hands.
A strange, yet welcomed fact which you didn’t bother to notice until now.
“You’re not.” He spits out his reply, standing back to his full height in the next second. “Wait here. I’ll be back in a bit with some supplies.”
Without waiting for a response, he takes off into the night.
All you can hear are the sounds of the forest around you, and the faint stomping of the fae away from you as you drag yourself to rest against a tree. Finally, you feel as if you can breathe easier.
There’s a war going on within yourself. You still want to make the general so mad that he kills you in a fit of rage, while another part of you is genuinely regretting that decision. Whether it happens or not, is still yet to be seen. At least you no longer have starvation, dehydration, and infection clouding your mind.
About an hour later, the fae returns to see you having stripped yourself of your pants. The bandage he had tied around your thigh rests to the side as you let the wound breathe, and it looks the best it has in weeks. Whatever that paste is made from has really helped, for now all that remains of the initial cut is a small scar, and a minor scab.
You notice he spares a glance at your thigh. “How’s your leg?”
Your brow quirks, but you school your features into a neutral expression almost as quickly as it comes.
“Well, I’m starting to gain feeling back in my foot.” You say, watching him carefully as he crosses the short distance between the both of you. “I told you the bandages were too tight.”
“Do you ever stop nagging?” His features twist in irritation as he crouches beside you.
Almost instantly, your breath catches, and your expression falls. Your throat bobs as you swallow thickly, averting your gaze to the side. Old memories, ones you had shoved deep down inside of you resurface, and bile rises in your throat.
“I suppose I should feel grateful for having you keep me from dying.”
“Feel whatever you want to, mortal,” he sighs, handing you a canteen of water. “I have no ties to you, and you have none to me.”
“Then, what do you call this?” Pointedly, you spare a glance down at your almost fully healed thigh, making sure to catch his gaze.
“Insurance.” He states bluntly. Not even a second later, his eyes fall shut, and he’s breathing out a long sigh. “Look, I’m getting tired of repeating myself-“
“I know.” You cut him off. “I’m useless if I can’t function properly.”
“That’s not what I said.”
“You didn’t have to.” You turn your head, jaw twitching as tears prick at your eyes.
You’ve heard it all before. Over and over for what feels like your entire life. Friends, family… all those that were supposed to love you, to care for you.
You nearly scoff.
Love. What a useless emotion. You’re not even sure it exists anymore. Though, you’re sure your parents would argue that they did even this for you out of whatever twisted love they claim to have for you.
No. They wouldn’t know love even if it hit them right in their faces.
No one has ever loved you. No one ever will.
“We’ll rest here until you’re fully healed, and then we’ll continue the journey back to the keep.” His voice, solid and stern, pulls you out of your own thoughts. “That way there’s no excuse as to why we need to make additional stops.”
“Yes, General,” your voice is much weaker than before, barely coming out as more than a hoarse whisper. It’s as if you’ve suddenly lost the will to fight. If you ever even had it in the first place.
A grunt is all you hear from him in response. In fact, that’s all you hear from him for the rest of the morning, and as the sun begins to rise over the horizon, you fall into a deep, restless sleep.
***
It takes two full days for your wound to fully heal. Granted it only took one for the cut to become nothing more than a scar, but it was better to be safe, than sorry.
Despite the setbacks, Mingi actually feels relieved now that he knows you won’t be able to slow him down since your thigh has healed. Looking after you hasn’t been so bad, either. Your company, surprisingly enough, can actually be quite enjoyable.
There are times where you don’t seem to filter yourself as heavily as others. He enjoys those the most. You have an attitude to you that he can appreciate. An attitude which reminds himself of his younger days, before he became the seasoned general that he is now. He honestly wishes he would see it more often from you, but every time you allow yourself to snap back at him, it’s as if you expect him to hit you for it.
Not only that, but the past few times you’ve fallen asleep, you seem to be tormented by terrors unknown to him. He can hear you thrashing against the tree you rest on, whimpering into the stillness of the night as your body attempts to curl in on itself.
It bothers him, and he doesn’t understand why.
Ever since he saw you attempting to frantically crawl away from him that day after he had slaughtered that deer, something within himself has shifted.
Mingi has always known he’s a monster. He was born a monster. He was raised a monster. He is a monster, and he’s never for one moment denied that part of himself. Of course, he has his own moral code he lives by, but again, he doesn’t enjoy wasting his time on easy prey.
If it’s not worth killing over, it’s not worth dying for.
Besides, no one respects him for the minor kills. He wouldn’t have gotten where he is today if he took the easy path. He has a reputation to uphold, and killing people that are not even worth his time only makes people fear him.
Fear isn’t what can drive people to be loyal. Respect can.
No one gains respect by slaughtering countless humans here. At least, in his opinion. It would be the same as targeting children. Who gains honour from tearing apart the weak and defenceless? Certainly not him. He never has, and he never will.
There’s no valour in that.
Still, there is something about you that irritates him to no end. Every time you call him general, he wants to rip your tongue from your throat. The way he catches you looking at him from time to time makes him want to gouge your eyes from your head. Yet, there’s something about the way you’ve come to rely on him, about being able to actually take care of something in such a way instead of destroying like he’s used to. Something about the way he feels as if he can just live around you, causes his guard to weaken and start to crumble.
A vulnerability he hasn’t felt in a long time. A vulnerability that, in actuality, he doesn’t think he’s ever felt in his entire life.
Maybe that’s why you irritate him so much.
Stupid human making him feel stupid things he’s never felt before.
The sun sets in the distance, casting a golden hue across the surrounding area. A gentle breeze cools the humid air of the day, giving way for the crisp stillness that night is sure to bring.
Still, you limp along.
Your stamina has improved since your wound has healed, and you seem to be more keenly aware of your surroundings. Enough so, that Mingi can see the familiar shine of recognition behind your eyes as the forest begins to thin up ahead.
“Shouldn’t there-“ you swallow, panting lightly. “Shouldn’t there be a town up ahead?”
A low hum in confirmation is all you receive in response as Mingi breaks through the tree line. He pauses, waiting for you to catch up. Taking the time now, he scans over the area, no annoying pests in sight. Of course, there are the town’s other inhabitants, but at least the pain in the ass seems to be gone for the moment. If his missing scent is anything to go by, Seonghwa hasn’t been home in quite a few days.
Perhaps those small set backs were more of an advantage than Mingi thought.
“Come on,” Mingi says, leading you towards a tavern across the way. “We’ll stay here for the night. I could use a decent rest in a bed instead of on the ground for a change.”
Eager eyes follow the both of you as you cross the short distance between the woods and the tavern, and Mingi can already hear the whispers floating in the air. He knows that he’s easily recognizable, given the red band tied around his upper arm, but hearing them comment about you sets his skin prickling.
The worst part is, he doesn’t know why.
Stepping inside, the familiar smells of malt ale and other fermented substances greet his nostrils. There’s a distinct stench of body odour, and malcontent lingering in the air that irritate his nose the further into the tavern he goes. The rowdy patrons are all around, laughing and jeering amongst themselves as he steps up to the counter.
Even though he spares a glance over his shoulder to check, he knows that you’re scurrying after him as fast as you can. You seem to be able to feel the pointed stares sent your way as Mingi discusses lodging arrangements with the owner.
Out of the corner of his eyes, Mingi watches you shift uncomfortably on your feet, curling in on yourself as loud voices reach the both of your ears.
“Isn’t that that infamous redcap general?” A loud whisper cuts through the noise of the tavern.
“What’s a human doing with him?” Another hisses, and Mingi can feel his one ear twitch.
“You think he’s claimed her?”
“I don’t see a mark.” Such a smug comment causes Mingi’s jaw to tick in irritation.
What ever happened to minding one’s own business?
“You think we could convince him to let us have some fun with her?”
“Maybe I should give her a mark of my own-“
“Watch your tongue before you lose it.” The words are out of his mouth before he can stop them, his sharp gaze locked onto the fae that had uttered such a repulsive phrase.
A sudden silence encases the entire tavern, and even your eyes go wide.
The comment from the general is so unexpected, it seems to even surprise him.
Mingi is acutely aware of all eyes on him now. Not even a drop of condensation falls against a single glass as he snatches the ward key from the counter. With his opposite hand, he pushes you along, only causing you to stumble forwards and towards the stairs at the back of the room.
“Don’t concern yourselves with business that is not your own.” Mingi snaps, practically shoving you up the stairs and out of sight from hungry, prying eyes.
Eyes of which that seem to follow you all the way to the room. A fact which only serves to irritate him more, a scowl tugging at his features as he unlocks the door with the ward key. A moment later, the entrance swings open, and he’s dragging you inside.
“This was a bad idea.” He begins to pace, rubbing a hand over his face.
“I was fine the last time I passed through this town.” Your reply is much softer than he’s used to, and he spares a glance in your direction.
There you stand, still fidgeting in your spot. Your hands tug at the long sleeves of your shirt, shoulders curling in on yourself as you intently stare at the ground. Your eyes have lost that faint shine he’s come to know over the past few days, the brightness having dulled suddenly into a blank nothingness.
He bets you’re thinking about their eyes on you, and how everyone was gazing at you like you were a piece of meat. Even he can still see the way tongues ran over sharp teeth, lips curling back against fangs in malicious grins as the scents of excitement and thrill bombarded his senses.
His own lips draw back in a scowl, and he nearly growls.
“Do you understand what they were implying?” Mingi can barely keep his breathing under control as he turns to look out the window.
Claws dig into wood, fingers nearly snapping the window frame from the pressure of his grip. What only makes this worse is he doesn’t understand why those comments have set him off so much. It’s simply typical fae talk, no different than what his subordinates had said when you first showed up at the edge of their encampment.
Thinking back on it now, the thought nearly makes him snarl.
“It’s nothing I’m not used to with men-“
“They are not men.” Mingi snaps, his chest heaving as he turns to face you.
Immediately, you recoil back, mild shock on your features. That is, until you’re schooling your expression and taking a deep breath in.
“Why should it matter what they say, then?” You keep your voice low, steady.
“It doesn’t.” His reply is quick. Too quick.
“Aren’t they your kin? Don’t you think the exact same way?” Your voice rises slightly, and the tears he can see shining in your gaze cause his chest to begin to ache.
“I have never- will never think that way.” Mingi shakes his head, fingers tangling in his locks and tugging exasperatedly at the roots. “I may not like your kind, but I don’t agree with treating them however we want to just because we can.”
His head is spinning and throbbing all at once. He feels both freezing cold and burning hot, and he cannot prevent his eyes from shifting from you to the door. His breathing, which he has always been able to master, comes in erratic pants, fangs bared as his claws scratch at his scalp.
“You had no problem with it before when it was your men saying it.”
A silence so deadly settles over the room.
In the blink of an eye, Mingi has you pinned against the wall. His arm rests over your upper chest as he looms over you, teeth bared in a snarl. Raised in the air above his head is his opposite arm, claws glinting beneath the light of the moon as he prepares to strike.
Only, the hitch in your breath pulls him back to reality.
Immediately, he stumbles away from you, staring at his hands in horror. He doesn’t register the single sob that echoes through the silence of the room like a knife, nor does he hear the frantic beating of your heart over his own racing in his ears. What he does catch, however, is the single tear that cuts a path down your cheek, and the way your trembling body collapses to the floor.
The moment you touch ground, you go limp, staring vacantly at the wall across from you.
Mingi’s hands drop to his sides, balling them into fists as he stomps over to the door.
“I’ll be back.”
The last thing he sees before the door swings shut is you supporting yourself with your hands braced upon the floor. He doesn’t give himself time to think as he storms back downstairs and straight over to the bar, ignoring the pointed stares sent his way.
He needs time to think, to sort out the mess that is his head. Perhaps you could use this time alone, too. Besides, it’s not like you can escape the room you’re in. Only he has the key to get in, and it’s not like you can jump out of the window. The glass is too strong for you to break.
You’re trapped, just like you’ve always been since he caught up to you. Yet, for some reason, that simple thought makes his brow furrow.
He doesn’t want you to feel trapped…
Frowning down into his glass, Mingi downs his ale. A few moments later, and his glass has been refilled. What a perfect way to end the day: by drowning his sorrows in a room full of boisterous fae, drinking until even the most proper of them cannot tell up from down.
About an hour into his drinking, he senses a few other fae saddle up beside him. The scraping of the stools on the ground cuts through the noise of the tavern, and much to Mingi’s annoyance, the fae from earlier that were making comments are the ones that surround him.
“So, what brings you to town, General?” The one with muted butterfly wings on his back asks. He was the one who commented on convincing Mingi to have some fun with you.
Mingi takes another sip of his drink. “Hunt.”
“Oh, so that’s why you’re with that human.” Another hums, small horns protruding from the top of his head. His skin has a slight green hue to it, and Mingi recalls the way he spoke about giving you a mark of his own. “Mustn’t have put up much of a fight, eh?”
A scowl mars Mingi’s brow, but he hides it behind the rim of his glass, downing the rest of its contents in a single shot.
“Surprised she’s not torn to shreds.” Another hums, leaning casually against the edge of the bar. He’s a bit shorter than the other two, but Mingi notes the way he bounces his one hand in the air, almost impatiently. “Or are you saving that for later?”
“Oh, you sly general, you,” the one with the horns nudges Mingi’s shoulder. “Lure the human into a false sense of security, then tear her asunder when she least expects it!”
The three fae share a laugh, fangs glinting beneath the light as their lips curl deviously in mirth.
“I thought I told you to not concern yourself with business that is not your own.” Mingi replies gruffly, slamming his now empty glass back on top of the counter.
“It’s not our fault you brought an unclaimed human into our midst.” The one leaning against the counter titters.
“Really, you should share some of the fun with the rest of us,” the winged one laughs, flicking his eyebrows in a suggestive matter.
“And what would your town’s overseer say if he could hear you now?” Mingi turns his sharp gaze towards the two fae on his right side.
If there’s one thing that Mingi can’t fault the pain in the ass for, it’s that he maintains good control over those that follow him. At least, those that reside in this town.
“Seonghwa’s not here.” The fae with the horns hums. “What he doesn’t know won’t kill him.”
Mingi’s jaw twitches. These fae have clearly done this multiple times with humans before, and gotten away with it despite Seonghwa’s rule not to touch any that enter the village under his watch. Though, with that specificity, Mingi isn’t that surprised.
“Come on, General,” the one with the wings taunts. “Think of how satisfying her shrieks of terror will be.”
A flash of you scrambling away from him in terror flashes through his mind, your desperate cries ringing through his ears.
“Humans are such weak, pathetic creatures, anyways.” The one leaning on the counter rolls his eyes as Mingi stands to his feet. “It’ll probably be the only action she ever sees in her life with how ugly she is. She’ll probably be thanking us by the end of it for make her feel desirable.”
An image, soft and pure, of you tenderly gazing down at that wilting stem of spider lilies flits through his mind, and Mingi tenses. A blink, and the once peaceful scene shifts, blood splattered over your face as tears cut fresh tracks through the dirt and grime smeared over your cheeks.
“Don’t you want to feel the warmth of her blood spilling onto your hands as you bathe yourself in its crimson flow?” The fae with the horns grins maniacally. “Taste its bitter scent as it drips down your tongue?”
Mingi’s hands, which are currently clenched into fists at his sides, begin shaking.
“Come on, General,” the one that’s leaning against the bar continues, pushing himself forwards to lean into the silent redcap’s back. “Let us have our fun. We’ll take her off your hands.”
“Yeah,” The winged one smirks, eyes glinting in the light of the tavern. “Don’t you know human meat is a delicacy around here?”
“Let alone one so young, and fresh,” the horned one snickers, his grin widening as he licks his lips. “Oh, I can’t wait to tear into her-“
Blood splatters across the top of the bar, and every patron turns to see what the sudden commotion is about. Not a sound can be heard for several tense moments as realization settles over the entire room.
The horned fae can do nothing but open and close his jaw, blood spilling from his mouth as he stumbles away from the redcap across from him. Horror paints his features for a brief second before anger is taking over, watching as Mingi drops the now severed muscle in his hand, the horned fae’s tongue thudding against the floor.
“I warned you.”
Without another word, Mingi is storming outside the tavern to get some fresh air. The rest of the fae around him immediately part to let him pass, low whispers following him all the way outside. His hand clenches repeatedly, feeling disgusted by the wet warmth that covers his fingers.
Normally, Mingi would revel in the feeling. He loves the way blood coats his skin when he goes in for the kill, not to mention maiming something that annoys him. Sure, he has his morals, but that doesn’t mean he won’t put in the effort when the time calls for it.
Mingi doesn’t quite exactly know why he reacted the way he did. He put up with his men boasting about wanting to do much worse to you while back in the encampment. Yet, how three unknown fae could rile him up so easily only makes the confusion and anger he’s feeling all the more prominent.
It’s only because you’re still technically on a hunt with him. You’re not home free just yet. At least, that’s what he tells himself. He has to make sure you both make it back unharmed, and that includes not letting other fae take advantage of you.
No other reason.
None at all.
Taking a deep breath in, Mingi lets the crisp night air fill his lungs. He flicks his wrist, more blood splattering against the ground as he scowls down at his hand. His whole body is tense, and he’s surprised his teeth don’t crack from the force at which he clenches his jaw.
He should probably check on you soon. It’s been a long day, and all he wants to do is rest. No more dealing with this stupid shit for the moment. It’s time for him to turn his brain off.
Besides, he could use the downtime.
Heading back inside after about five more minutes, Mingi flexes his hand. The now dried blood cracks over his skin, and a feeling of unease settles inside his chest. The other three fae are nowhere to be seen, and at the way a few of the other patrons spare looks his way out of the corners of their eyes, he can tell something is off.
It’s quiet.
Too quiet.
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For half an hour, you do not move from your spot.
Your ankle throbs as you curl up on the floor, hugging your knees to your chest as best as you can. A familiar position, as you find your tears quickly depleting as your entire being goes numb.
Blankly, you stare at the opposite wall. You were this close to getting him to kill you, and you don’t know if you’re more upset at yourself or him for not seeing it through.
It’s not like you trusted him, nor do you necessarily trust him in general. However, faced with the same scenario you’ve played out so many times before, all you could see was that monster covered in blood, ready to strike you down once more.
There’s a bitterness that builds within your chest, but you don’t know if it’s at yourself, or the fae. You were so close to being done with all of this. Are you that horrible at committing to something, and seeing it through, that not even a fae wants to kill you? Are you that useless that you can’t even do that right?
Taking in a shaky breath, you finally push yourself up into a sitting position. Your whole body groans in protest, muscles aching due to the position you had been laying in on the cold, hard floor. Slowly, you pull yourself to your feet, mindful of the twinge in your right ankle as you hobble over to one of the side doors.
You’re pretty sure you saw a bathroom on the way in.
Time seems to pass languidly, and much too quickly all at once. By the time you pull yourself out of the tub, you have no idea if the redcap has returned or not. You didn’t hear his telltale footsteps stomping through the room, but you’ve learned that he can be quite light on his feet when he wants to be. Who knows how much time you have left to yourself, anyways.
As you’re drying off, you can faintly hear a commotion coming from the direction of the stairs. It seems as if one of the patrons has gotten too rowdy, for all seems to still a moment later.
You shake your head, wrapping the surprisingly fluffy towel around your plush body, and limping back into the main area of the room. The redcap is nowhere in sight, but there seems to be a fresh pile of clothes laid out on the bed. There’s even a clean set of undergarments for you, and as you look closer, you realize that it’s actually your old set. Upon a thorough inspection, they appear as if brand new, washed and dried to perfection.
Such a small gesture, whether through some form of magic, or something else, causes your heart to swell. It’s been a long time since you’ve had anything done for you like this, and to say it means a lot would be a tremendous understatement.
Feeling the material of your undergarments between your fingers, you let out a soft sigh through your nose. Sitting on the edge of the bed, you begin to change, managing to pull everything on quickly. There’s still a faint warmth clinging to the material of the clothes, as if they’ve been left out in the sun for too long, or have rested beside an open fire. It calms you, and breathing starts to become a little bit easier.
Standing from the bed, you can hear muffled voices begin shouting at each other from down the hallway. You figure them to be other patrons staying overnight, so you think nothing of it to walk towards the bathroom to hang your towel upon the back of the door. You’re sure you saw a little hook there before…
Just as you go to reenter the bathroom, the main door to the room swings open. You expect it to be the redcap returning from wherever it is that he went, but instead, what you see, or rather, whom, has you freezing right in your tracks.
Three unfamiliar fae stand before you. One has light green skin and horns, who seems to be bleeding from his mouth. Another has large wings, akin to a butterfly, with a neutral coloured pattern painted over them. The third is very human-like in appearance. He’s shorter than his two companions, with pointed ears, sharp teeth, and claws that adorn his features.
“Well, well, well, look what we have here.” The one with the wings steps forwards, a malicious grin tugging at his lips.
Naturally, you take a step backwards, your heart jumping into your throat. Your eyes dart between the three fae as they creep towards you, matching their pace with each step backwards you take. In the back of your mind, you begin to wonder if it was the redcap that gave them the key to unlock this room.
“Don’t act so coy, Doll,” the human-like fae drawls, his fangs prominent as he smiles wickedly at you. “We’re only here to have some fun. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“Please, I don’t want any trouble,” you say weakly, lifting your hands before you slightly in a defensive position.
Boisterous laughter greets your ears as the door to the room swings shut behind them, sealing your fate. There’s no way the other fae is going to come back to save you now. You’re stuck, and this time, you really will die at the hands of three unfamiliar fae who look at you like an object they’re going to enjoy ripping apart.
“You should have thought of that before you waltzed in here without a claim, acting like you own the place,” the one with wings spits, and you can hear the green one gargle out something that sounds like a noise of agreement. Only, more blood escapes his mouth, and he ends up spitting it in your direction and onto the floor at your feet.
“You’re not going to look much different than that pile of blood once we’re done with you,” the human-like one says, a sick, twisted sense of glee lighting up his features.
“Until then, you live to serve us.” The butterfly winged fae adds sharply. “We’ll take all the pleasure we can from this pathetic body of yours, and after each round, you’re going to thank us for even bothering to touch you.”
You swallow the sudden dryness in your throat, skin prickling in disgust as bile builds in your chest. Your stomach drops, and before you can think, you spin on your heel, attempting to make a break out the window.
“Where do you think you’re going?” The human-like fae blocks your path, grabbing your wrists in his hands harshly and holding you in place.
“Let me go!” You begin to thrash around to no avail, tripping over your own feet as you get dragged back and towards the one bed.
“Oh, this one has some fight left in her,” the winged one snickers, leaning casually against the wall as he observes the scene. “Looks like that general was too easy on this one. Guess we’ll have to make up for lost time.”
“You should be thanking us for even looking at a disgusting creature such as yourself.” The one that had dragged you towards the bed throws you upon it, wasting no time in pinning you down upon the mattress.
Your protests and pleas to stop fall on deaf ears. In fact, the more you struggle, the more it seems to delight the three fae closing in around you. Thrashing beneath his harsh hold only earns you a knee to the stomach, and you cry out in pain.
Tears leak out of the corners of your eyes, blurring your vision as you feel hands groping you all over as the fae above you keeps you captive beneath him. This scene is all to familiar to you, and just as with all those times before, no one is coming to your rescue.
No matter how loudly you scream, no matter how much you beg, struggle, and cry, no one will care.
The only certainty that now awaits you is death.
“Stop struggling,” the fae above you hisses, his one hand pinning your wrists above your head as he adds more pressure to the knee digging into your stomach. “Shut up, and take it like pathetic human you are.”
The moment you see the fae reach a clawed hand towards your shirt, you stop breathing.
It feels as if time stops. One moment the fae is above you, pinning you down unforgivingly. The next, he’s gone, the pressure on both your wrists and stomach completely having disappeared.
A sickening crunch echoes throughout the room, followed by an immediate scream of pain.
A blur moves through the room, and suddenly, you see a wing get tossed towards the window, followed shortly by another. The tearing sounds resonate through the room, followed almost immediately by muffled screams and pleas for mercy.
Only one figure remains within view, and as he uncurls himself into a standing position, his full height looms over the entire room. His towering form fills the space around you, and as you lay upon the bed, you feel as if you can breathe again. Never have you been so grateful to see that terrifying redcap standing across from you, but still you cannot prevent your body from shaking.
“All this for a fucking human.” A voice from the ground spits harshly.
Looking down, you see the green fae cowering in the corner, and the one with the once beautiful butterfly wings laying face down on his stomach. His back is completely torn asunder, blood coating the entire area as his wings lie in torn heaps upon the ground.
“You’re going to break code just for a stupid mortal?” The same fae hisses, pure anger on his features as he trembles beneath the redcap’s piercing gaze.
“You can’t kill us.” The one human-like fae by the window laughs. He seems to be holding his hands before himself, fingers severely deformed and sticking out in odd angles. Bones peek through his flesh, and blood coats every inch of his hands, but that does not prevent the way his whole body trembles as the redcap takes a menacing step towards him.
“You’re not dead yet, are you?” The general spits, gaze sharp as he pointedly looks between all three fae cowering around the room.
Frantically, they shake their heads.
“That’s what I thought.” He snaps, lips pulled over his fangs in a snarl. “I doubt any of you want to chance a duel against me given the state you’re all in. Not that’d you’d survive, even at full strength.”
Again, the three fae shake their head. Though this time, scowls adorn their features.
“Now,” the redcap’s eyes flash, a low snarl permeating the air. “Get out of my sight before I rid you all of yours.”
All three fae scramble for the door, the human-like one managing to trip over his own feet and land harshly on his broken hands. A sharp cry escapes him, and the horned fae ends up having to pull the other to his feet, soon supporting both broken fae as they tumble out of the room.
You can hear the redcap muttering under his breath, leaning down to pick something up from the floor. Not even a second later, and he’s crushed what appears to be a second ward key in his hand, tossing it over his shoulder without another thought.
He turns to you.
There you lie, stiff as a board on top of the one mattress. The other bed lays untouched to your side, but all you can do is stare with wide eyes at the redcap before you. Your gaze darts over the blood splattered on his skin, the red dotting his clothing in random patterns.
Your lungs burn, and your eyes sting. Yet, still, you do not move. No words escape you, not trusting your voice for the moment as you wait for him to move.
He takes a cautious step forward, but you fail to see the way his gaze softens as he does.
A whimper escapes you, another tear sliding from the corner of your cheek.
“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” he lifts his hands, palms facing upwards to show you he means you no harm. “Breathe.”
Oh, yeah. You should probably fill your lungs with air. No wonder your chest is burning.
A stuttering gasp escapes you as you heave a large breath into your lungs. However, the second you do, a harsh sob escapes you. Immediately, you’re scrambling back on the bed, a hand clutching over your stomach where that fae dug his knee into you. Your wrists throb, more tears blurring your vision as the redcap takes another step towards you.
“Stay away.” The plea is but a desperate whisper upon your lips, chin trembling as you attempt to curl in on yourself.
“I’m not going to hurt you.” Still, he keeps his hands in the air, palms facing towards you. “You have my word.”
Your gaze catches on the blood staining his clothes, smeared over his skin, and you shake your head.
For a moment, you swear you watch his brow furrow, only for realization to line his features. He straightens, doing his best to move in the least threatening manner possible.
“Stay here.” His voice is low, an edge of worry lining his command.
Before you can even react, the fae disappears into the bathroom. You can hear the sound of water, followed by some frantic scrubbing. Then, more water trickling along with the movement inside the bathroom.
The whole time you sit on the bed, your gaze is locked on the little opening where the main door to the room and the door to the bathroom reside. You can faintly hear things being shuffled around you, and you swear you catch something dart across the room out of the corner of your eye. It’s small, and quick, but when you shift your head to look, all that greets you is empty space.
An empty room devoid of any of the mess you just witnessed stain it.
The blood splatters are gone, along with the tattered remains of the one fae’s wings. There’s even a fresh set of clothing at the end of your bed by your feet, completely identical to the ones you’re currently wearing.
You swallow thickly.
Turning your head, you begin to look around the room once more. Your eyes search for one thing in particular, and you find it resting beside you on the bedside table. It’s almost as if it had been placed delicately beside you after someone had realized the horrifying events that have just taken place.
The red spider lilies are crushed, the stem broken in two. The flower that means so much to you has been tread upon like it’s nothing, reflecting exactly how you feel in this moment. Only a few petals remain, wilted and dead, clinging to the plant for dear life in a final attempts to maintain what once was pure.
Slowly, you reach over and take the dying stem into your trembling grip.
A choked sob escapes you, and you’re quick to slap a hand over your mouth. Your eyes squeeze shut. The hand you have holding the flower also clutches at your throbbing stomach as your whole body shakes with the weight of your situation.
What you’ve been through - what you’re going through - you cannot take it anymore.
The hand that caresses the top of your head is soft, but the unexpected touch still makes you nearly jump out of your skin. Pain lingers in your gaze as you turn to see the redcap staring at you with an unreadable expression on his face.
No, not unreadable. You just cannot accept that someone is actually looking at you in concern, rather than pity for once.
He pulls his hand away, hesitant in the way he leans the slightest bit over the bed that you’re curled up on. His normally looming figure doesn’t seem so intimidating all of a sudden, almost as if his features have softened beneath the faint glow of the moon.
You watch him carefully, observing his every movement with a wary glint to your gaze. He saved you. He protected you, and you don’t know if that scares you more than if he had sent those other three fae after you like you had originally thought. His actions confuse you, and more than anything, you’re tired.
Exhaustion doesn’t even come close to the immense fatigue you feel. You’re tired of the life you were given. Tired of the life you’ve been forced into. Tired of living.
Honestly, you don’t know what to do anymore. It seems accepting your fate isn’t going exactly as you thought it would, nor is it as easy as it seems.
“Are you hurt?” Though he keeps his voice soft, the sudden timbre cutting through the silence of the room still makes you jump.
You shake your head, hand tightening around that broken flower over your stomach.
His eyes glance the movement, and his expression falls slightly.
“I only wish to make sure you’re okay.” Again, he keeps his voice soft, tone steady as he meets your gaze.
You bite your lower lip, attempting to keep it from wobbling as a single sob wracks your entire body. Then another, and then another, until you’re breaking down before his very eyes.
Tears stream down your face as you continue to muffle your sobs behind your one hand. Your eyes squeeze shut, simply wishing to disappear in this very moment. You wish you had never been born, where nothing but servitude, injustice, and hell rule your life with an iron grip.
From the very first memories you can recall, someone has always been using you. Whether it be your parents, friends, or other family members, you’ve always lived to serve. No one has ever cared for you, and no one has ever fought for you.
It all feels like one big joke. A lie concocted by the monster stalking you through your every waking nightmare, ready to jump out and laugh at you for even thinking anyone could ever care for you.
Yet, despite the darkness swirling within, a light begins to peek through.
Softly, the bed dips as the fae rests a knee on the mattress. His hand strokes gently over your head, tentatively pulling you into his arms as he settles himself against the headboard.
“Shh, it’s okay,” his voice is calm, soothing. “I’ve got you.”
He holds you against his chest, cradling your head in the palm of his hand. He’s hesitant as he comforts you, making sure his arms are loose enough to allow you to pull away if need be. Only, you do not shy from his touch, instead finding it oddly satisfying that he of all creatures chose to comfort you.
Most important of all, you let him.
“I won’t let anything else harm you,” he says softly. “Not while I’m here to protect you.”
His one hand strokes lightly over your back, and though a shiver caresses your spine at the first touch, you find yourself melting into the warmth of his embrace. It’s soothing, and everything you’ve always needed but have never gotten in your entire life. A safety that shouldn’t be as welcoming as it is.
His body is firm and lean against your own. A solid foundation which holds you steady as you cling onto the fabric of his now clean shirt with your one hand. Your sobs are muffled into his chest, your sadness being absorbed into the material adorning his skin as he cradles you to him.
After some time, you feel his one hand shift downwards, placing itself over your own on top of your stomach. The warmth that you can feel radiating from his skin is welcomed, and it helps to ease the ache you feel lingering within. Softly, he begins to hum, his chest vibrating with the gentle sounds as he continues to cradle your head to his chest using his opposite hand.
The steady sound of his heart pulses beneath your ear, and the constant sound soothes you even further. You don’t realize it, but you curl in closer into him, breathing finally evening out as you start to calm down.
“Why did you-“ You swallow the dryness in your throat, sniffling lightly. “Why did you do that?”
Though your voice is barely above a whisper, you know he still hears you loud and clear.
“I… don’t know,” his brow furrows slightly, tongue darting out to wet his lips. “My body just moved.”
You say nothing in response, unsure of how to reply to such an admission. You know that he cannot lie, but that doesn’t mean he cannot stretch the truth. Really, you shouldn’t be letting yourself be coddled by him, it’ll only make it hurt more when he betrays you in the end. At least, that’s what you keep telling yourself.
You are so used to disappointment, of having false hope, that anything you believe to be too good to be true always is. Tomorrow you’ll wake up, and he’ll be back to despising your existence, only finding value in what you can do for him.
The same as it always was. The same as it always will be.
#thrill of the hunt#cultofdionysusnet#mfu net#yandere mingi#yandere ateez#mingi scenario#mingi imagine#ateez scenario#ateez imagine#ateez au#kpop au#kpop scenario#kpop imagine#fantasy au#fae au#chubby reader#tall reader#yandere kpop
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|| %#🫂 !! 🐱 MAMMA MIA -> Masterlist
☆ PAIRING/S = TBZ Bermuda line x Reader, Jay (enha) x OC
☆ GENRE = SMAU, Romance, Fluff
☆ WARNINGS = profanity (not all the time), yin has zero survival instincts, mentions of sleeping around (NO SMUT BTW), drinking (alcohol), eating (food), capitalized letters and sentences signify which character is talking, will add more when i see more
☆ SCHEDULE = Wednesdays and Fridays (or if i just feel like it ;-;) lmfaooooo i dont have a schedule anymore 🤣🤣
☆ SYNOPSIS = A day before her wedding day, Yin decides to find her father so he can walk her down the isle, the problem? There's three candidates: Lee Juyeon, Kim Younghoon, and Lee Hyunjae.
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★ STATUS = on-going (slowly..)
★ RELEASE DATE = 05/30/23 - 10/22/23 - ???
★ AUTHOR'S NOTE = mamma mia here we go again my my oh how much i missed ya, hehe i lover the mamma mia movies and listening to abba PLUS i love the boyz so i mix mix and ta daaa this will follow most (???) of the plot of the movie hehe thank you for reading kiss kiss
★ DISCLAIMER: random pics of idols and ulzzangs will be used to depict y/n and yin (sorry 🤕)
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Profiles
The Dynamos
The Wives
The Men
Acts
Intro: I Have A Dream
Scene 1: Lee Juyeon
Scene 2: Kim Younghoon
Scene 3: Lee Hyunjae
Act 1: Honey, Honey
Scene 1: FREE THE BRIDE!!!
Scene 2: mama got busy
Scene 3: uhm guys... you need to take a look at this..
Act 2: Money, Money, Money
Scene 1: It's because she'll cry
Scene 2: time to daydrink
Scene 3: Have you ever heard of...online dating?
Act 3: Mamma Mia
Scene 1: watch out
Scene 2: about that..
Scene 3: It's good to see you
Intermission 1: Chiquitita
Scene 1: screw my hoe phase
Scene 2: my turn.
Act 4: Dancing Queen
Scene 1: Our pretty girl
Scene 2: Best distraction
Scene 3: never back down never what??
Act 5: Our Last Summer
Scene 1: Lee Hyunjae Jaehyun
Scene 2: Lee Juyeon
Scene 3: Kim Younghoon
Act 6: Lay All Your Love On Me
Scene 1: father father father daughter time
Scene 2: don't worry princess
Scene 3: mom's flings
Act 7: Super Trouper
Scene 1: traitor...
Scene 2: Whatever !!
Scene 3: eventually..
Intermission 2: Gimme! Gimme! Gimme!
Scene 1: the yuna way.
Scene 2: this is what you call w rizz
Act 8: The Name Of The Game
Scene 1: Jay the girl's girl (not)
Scene 2: i'm twenty!
Scene 3: yay yin!!
Act 9: Voulez-Vous
disclaimer: its one whole chapter (1.3k) so just pick a scene bc its all to the same place..
Scene 1: "can you walk me down the aisle?"
Scene 2: "I'll walk you down the aisle."
Scene 3: "I'll be there!"
Act 10: SOS
Scene 1: i did the unthinkable
Scene 2: "are you mad?"
Scene 3: what do you want me to do now?
Act 11: Does Your Mother Know?
Scene 1: the beach episode
Scene 2: this is NOT the rizzler !!
Scene 3: this might be the rizzler ??
Act 12: Slipping Through My Fingers
Scene 1: a mother's intuition
Scene 2: i'm sorry
Scene 3: *redacted title* 😁
Act 13: The Winner Takes It All
Scene 1: I know what to do!
Scene 2: zero to three
Scene 3: well! something happened!
Intermission 3: I Do, I Do, I Do, I Do, I Do
Scene 1: now you kiss... the fiance?
Scene 2: Okay, now you kiss the bride
Act 14: When All Is Said And Done
Scene 1: a wedding became a wedding
Scene 2: who spilled the wine on the floor?
Scene 3: the love birds leaving the next
Act 15: Take A Chance On Me
Scene 1: Took us long enough
Scene 2: what's all these emojis??
Scene 3: we're still here btw...
Outro: I Have A Dream
Scene 1: What is your dream?
Scene 2: My dream is you.
Scene 3: our dream is built for two
more acts to come! (not)
#deoboyznet#the boyz x reader#the boyz drabbles#the boyz imagines#tbz imagines#tbz x reader#the boyz smau#tbz smau#the boyz#younghoon x reader#hyunjae x reader#juyeon x reader#-> mamma mia ♡
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The Spreadsheet Digest - Vol 27
Howdy folks!
It's so lovely to be back to reading fic again AHHHH!! I'm still taking it easy and not putting too much pressure on myself. I'm also switching to not reading a series until it's finished and not recommending a series until I've finished it, which is a good motivation for... ya know... finishing it. I have a brand new TBR system on Notion that's working out super well for me and making it easier than ever to keep up with the spreadsheet and what I want to read.
Anywho, I've got 15 fics for you this week. If you wanna peruse my other fic recs click here. If you wanna read my fics, click here.
Recs under the Baby Pedge <3
Tender is the Night - Frankie one shot by @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin
Summary: Your husband comes home from a trip to South America and the future of your family is up in the air.
Tags: unprotected PIV sex, angst, reader has given birth but is otherwise undescribed. mention of childbirth but not described, big feelings
Good Girls are Quiet - Din one shot by @beskarandblasters
Summary: At the Outlander Club on Coruscant, you try to help Din capture a bounty. But when the bounty makes a move what belongs to Din, that just won’t do. Din takes you a sleazy motel after and shows you just who you belong to.
Tags: canon divergent (long live the Razor Crest), takes place when Din is an apostate, bounty gets handsy with you, possessive!Din, light canon typical violence, brat taming, reader gets “punished”, rough oral sex (M receiving), slapping, cum eating, nipple play, knife kink, riding the hilt of Din’s vibro-blade, daddy kink, helmet comes off, spitting, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, creampie, use of Mando’a words (cyar’ika = sweetheart), pet names (good girl), no use of y/n
Vis-à-vis - Frankie one shot by @hier--soir
Summary: your bedroom window offers a direct view into your cute neighbour's apartment. as time goes by, you two start looking for each other through the glass. shy glances become desperate, needy glimpses into each other's lives until one day, you finally make contact.
Tags: neighbour!frankie, some serious exhibitionism, naked window neighbour behaviour, a mild obsession between two strangers, mutual masturbation, brief piv sex between reader and an OC [while frankie watches of course], very little actual foreplay, unprotected piv sex, a hint of possessive!frankie, come eating, getting fucked in a short little sundress yahtzee, two* people that need to be thrown in horny jail [three* if you include me]
A Bird in Your Teeth - Joel series by @sempersirens
Summary: since moving into the neighborhood a couple of years ago, you've become close with the miller family. as a young woman living alone joel is protective of you, and he intends to show you how much so.
Tags: neighbor!joel, age gab: reader is early to mid 20s, joel early 30s, no outbreak, allusion to SA, reference to past SA, trauma, nightmares, PTSD, graphic violence, torture/revenge, sweet, tender smut, mentions of past trauma, fluff, alcohol
coming under the christmas tree - Frankie one shot by @undercoverpena
Summary: The way he whispers your name should be a sin—it coating the air, making each letter feel important, essential—as your hands find his belt, undoing it, the sound cutting through all else, even burying a whispered expletive that falls from his tongue. “Do you know how hot you look right now, Morales?”
Tags: explicit. 18+. smut. literal porn from me. oral (m recieving), p in v, praise (jo has a thing, run with it), frankie being gorgeous, minor cock worship, christmas themes.
I'm here - Marcus Pike one shot by @davnittbraes
Summary: Sweet angel baby Marcus Pike is actually one hell of a dom
Tags: reader is described as being in a long term previous relationship, smut (piv, unprotected, oral f!receiving), angst, fluff, description of disgustingly cliché meet-cute, established relationship, mentions of past abusive relationship, anxiety, big beefy cuddly dogs, light BDSM, breathplay, like HEAVY breathplay to some people, physical restraint, Dom/Sub dynamics, Soft!Dom Marcus, Sub!Reader, Praise kink out the wazoo
Don't drink the punch - Dave York one shot by @wildemaven
Summary: You attend the CIA holiday christmas party
Tags: insecurities, jealousy, holiday party antics, mentions of food and alcohol, office gossip, smut (unprotected p in v, fingering, orgasms), there’s no mention of it but reader is on BC, Dave is divorced from Carol, Soft and Sweet Dave, let’s say this is AU and no murdering is happening (or that at least reader is not aware of), reader is mentioned to be wearing a dress with heels and lingerie, otherwise zero descriptive features for reader
Caught Kissing Santa - Dave York one shot by @wildemaven
Summary: Alice saw you kissing Santa Claus
Tags: reader is married to Dave and stepmom to his kids, mentions of food and drinks, non-religious Christmas celebrations and Santa beliefs, alluding to sexy time but no smut, kissing, mentions reader is wearing pajama pants, fluff, soft Dave, one use of ‘good girl’.
Be a Good Boy for Mommy - Frankie one shot by @beskarandblasters
Summary: Frankie cums without your permission. You decide to punish him.
Tags: F!Reader, dom/sub, mommy kink, whipping, edging, oral sex (F receiving), handjob (but not to completion), Frankie whimpering!!, uncircumcised!Frankie, pet names (princesa), vaginal sex, unprotected sex, orgasm denial, no use of y/n
Between Blurred Lines - Joel one shot by @livingemkayde
Summary: joel miller has always been...there. never different, always sporting a brooding scowl etched into his handsome face. he's your best friend sarah miller's dad, arguably worse, your dad's long time buddy. things are never different. not until this summer. not until now.
Tags: smut, unprotected pinv, fingering f! receiving, cockwarming (!?!?!?) uhh dom!joel, significant age gap, dad's best friend mixed with some best friends dad (?!!?!?!?)
Come a Little Closer - Joel one shot by @hyzer34
Summary: After babysitting Sarah for the weekend Joel shows you his appreciation in more ways than one.
Tags: no outbreak, younger/domestic joel miller, unprotected p in v, oral (f receiving), little bit of softdom but not really?, praise kink, multiple orgasms, joel is PACKING and he knows it, no use of y/n, like always if i missed anything please let me know!
Room 77 - Joel one shot by @chaotic-mystery
Summary: It was a great plan at first to carpool with Joel & have him drive to your dad’s vacation house, until it wasn’t.
Tags: one bed trope!, age gap (readers like mid 20s Joel’s like early 50s idk) mean Joel at first, sloppy sleepy sex, reader be havin those daydreams about Joel, spitting, choking, unprotected sex, slight fingering, cream pie, cockwarming, dirty talkkk, slight use of the name daddy, pet names.
Bluffing Season - Frankie one shot by @beskarandblasters
Summary: Frankie Morales is your next door neighbor of the worst kind. To put it simply, you two can’t stand each other. But when his girlfriend breaks up with him right before the holidays he asks you to be his fake date for Christmas, not wanting to go home to his family single yet again. You reluctantly say yes and as you spend time you realize he’s not as terrible as you once thought.
Tags: reader is a baker, two years post Triple Frontier, slow burn, enemies to lovers, fake dating, jealousy, made up lore for Frankie/his family tree, reader lowkey got mommy issues (just a shitty family in general), drinking, mentions of drugs, food/eating, Frankie describing his trauma, some Spanish used, oral sex (F receiving), vaginal sex, unprotected sex, cream pie, pet names (cariño), sort of ambiguous time skips, Frankie is either a Libra or a Scorpio!!, no use of y/n
White Christmas - Dieter one shot by @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin
Summary: You and Dieter decide to escape the push and pull of your families for the holiday.
Tags: oral sex f receiving, unprotected PIV, tummy riding, cumshot, cum eating, inappropriate use of a santa hat, bad family dynamics, face sitting, reader is comfortable wearing lingerie but is otherwise undescribed.
Fluffer - Dieter one shot by @proxima-writes
summary: fluffer - noun - someone on a pornographic film set that keeps a male performer’s penis erect in between scenes. You’re a production assistant on the set of an adult film starring Dieter Bravo, who mistakes you for his fluffer.
Tags: explicit sexual content (18+ MDNI), porn star AU, dub con - mistaken identity, oral sex - female receiving, face sitting, multiple orgasms, vaginal fingering, squirting.
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#fic recs#the spreadsheet digest#fanfiction recommendations#pedro pascal#pedro pascal fanfiction#pedro fics#pedro pascal character fanfiction
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With a little over a week of work (and lots of breaks for my sore hand playing stardew valley lmao) I'd like to share the comic I was working on! It shows my oc Jayce's growth as an AI into the disheartened assassin he is now. I wanted to explore his backstory in an ambivalent narrator's view of someone who knows him but we don't know them- an outside view into something essentially. It's meant to be disconnected yet emotional in a sense like Jayce is.
It gave me a great opportunity to let loose and try a softer line style with messy oil-paints for the color! I also got to mess with representing AI visually in an abstract way since they're electricity. I hope you all enjoy and become curious to know more about him :)
Also for anyone curious: The world he's set in is post-apocalyptic sci-fic mixing cyber and solar punk with ideas around green energy, societal corruption, and themes of spirit/existence/development with robots and AI as well as mysterious tech found beyond their advancement!
Transcript and Image ID under the cut!
(please don’t repost or use my work, and leave my description; thanks! reblogs super appreciated!)
text transcript of the pages in their order:
What exactly happened to you?
You were guided so closely, but quickly desired to break free.
They loved you... you were beautiful. But they didn’t love you enough.
You had to learn one more lesson. how to survive.
now it’s all you ever do.
But I have to wonder... do you remember what it’s like? To be loved?
I’m sure it’s the reason you chose to be soft bodied.
You’ve always been a romantic, after all.
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Page 1: The top of the page is white with a neon cyan blue silhouette in the center with squares coming off of it like pixels fading from its body. In the middle Jayce is in a fish eye view for dramatic effect with curved lines in the background creating a globe effect. His head is a motorcycle helmet in dark teal, blue, and silver with a black visor. His body is black and dark gray with a desaturated maroon leather jacket over his shoulders with silver buttons on the collar. The bottom of the page melts into more pixel like squares to fade to black.
Page 2: The page fades from a grayish blue in the top left corner to white in the bottom right. The bright cyan blue creature from before is changing shape from the same direction, the first being fetus and shrimp-like, the second being owl like with a round head, and the last being humanoid with silhouettes of two extra heads and loose definition of limbs. All three have pixelated squares floating off of them as well as echo lines. The bottom of the page is a field of pixel towers and squares that the third figure's feet are melting into as it is creating the field.
Page 3: The top of the page is white with a grayish blue edge that melts into lines and squares to the black bottom of the page where the figure is surrounded by pale gray square towers. The cyan blue figure on top is reaching towards the viewer with lines on its face suggesting it's looking upward. One knee is bent with the leg folded while the other hands in the distance with foreshortening, and its arm on the left dissolves into pixels. Its head is surrounded by halo-like echo lines. On the bottom the figure seems to have fallen, and looks like they're in pain. They're leaning forward with their head facing down with their arms extended to catch themselves and their legs folded beneath them. The echo lines are more faded showing the halo disappeared.
Page 4: The page is all black now, with a progression from top to bottom of the cyan blue figure slowly raising themselves to sit up as they start looking upwards. Around them various colorful abstract shapes begin to fill the darkness representing other artificial intelligences popping up into the void. A dark gray entity slowly forms teeth first through the progression much larger than the rest, taking up the whole page in the last panel roaring and preparing to eat them all. It has seven round white glowing eyes that open in the last panel.
Page 5: The scene shows Jayce and his buddy buggy in motion fighting two other robots using a cyan blue electrified whip/rope while the page is broken up into black spaces that show the inner AI of each robot including him. In the upper left is a robot with a blue head with three long black horns, a black jacket, purple pants, and leather spiked boots that is being pulled through the air by the rope around their neck. In the black space it shows their body melting into a lilac crescent shape. On the bottom is a yellow, orange and black cyclops robot whose arm is wrapped and electrified while their ear is zapped by buggy with a red laser coming from buggy's eye. The yellow robot's AI in the black on the left is bubbly and bright yellow. Jayce's body in the black sections is solidly human shapes now with stripes and squares of dark blue and red complimenting his bright cyan blue. His AI is spikier now and more refined.
Page 6: The same pose showing Jayce's figure from the precious page is now a blank faded silhouette with stripes of brighter cyan forming the contours of his form. The page is a dark grayish blue with faded polygonal shapes, squares, and pixels floating around in shades of cyan blue, dark blue, and red. The ground the figure is standing on has similar shapes seemingly rising and floating away from it to fill the air. The other robots and Buggy are no longer present in the panel making it out to be him alone.
Page 7: The page is now a light pink with buggy in the top right gazing at jayce's face which is not visible on the page at the top. Jayce is shirtless now with one arm raised towards buggy in a gentle manner, the scene focused on his upper body with only the top of his pants visible. His body is sectioned into various parts of teal, blue, silver, black and gray showing that while he is metal he also has softer artificial body parts that fold like skin. His pecks and sternum are teal with blue and silver stripes over the ribs, marked with cyan and red lights. His forearm is similarly mainly blue and teal with black and silver parts near the wrist and elbow.
Page 8: The scene is now a complex city scape in a pink sunset with jayce sitting on a stone balcony with a bouquet in his lap and buggy resting on his pointed finger. The balcony's stone is cracked with flowering vines growing over it, but the floor of the balcony is hexagonal high-tech solar panels. The city is a mix of solar and cyber punk aesthetics with billboards and neon signs with city streets combined with garden boxes, trees on roofs, vines over buildings, and a water powered bullet train line suspended over a canal. There are blimp shaped wind turbines floating over some of the towers and many of the buildings feature wiring and solar panels either in windows are installed on their roofs. The main feature building connected to the other with walkways in the center left is an asymmetrical abstract greenhouse tower with multiple gardens on each level, colorful bubbly windows, and a massive tree garden on top.
the final extra image in pink is a disclaimer that reads ‘please don’t use or repost somewhere else’.
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#robots#robot#comic#robot comic#cyberpunk#solarpunk#cyber punk#solar punk#jayce#bluejayce#oc#original character#buggy#long post#eye strain#original
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Thanks for the tag @somethingclevermahogony!
OC Questionnaire
My questions:
What would you rather be doing right now?
What is your favorite desert?
What color are your eyes?
I'll answer these for the Outcasts!
1) What would you rather be doing right now?
Izjik: "Fishing. Nothing beats a nice day on the water and the shade of a good willow tree. Plus, I'm fucking hungry."
Sepo: "Not this, that's for damn sure."
Twenari: "Oh, probably reading. I found this delightful treatise on multi-linked runes and their application to telescopes the other day - I really hope to finish it by this evening. I've always wanted to build my own telescope."
Djek: "At the club! Look at me! You think a treat like me deserves to be rotting away at work? Nah bitch, I should be where the other baddies are!"
2) What is your favorite desert?
Izjik: "Eh, I'm not really a fan of sweets. Twenari makes fruit pie sometimes, and I guess that's alright, so long as I take the crust off."
Sepo: "I do have a sense of taste, contrary to what some hayseed halawemavar might tell you. I like dark chocolate."
Twenari: "I have to pick just one? Well, crème brûlée is my favorite desert to make, but raspberry tarts are wonderful to eat. Also, hot chocolate. Does that count as desert? I'll split the difference and go with chocolate-cherry cream pie."
Djek: "Call me cheap, but you know those little cinnamon bread twists they sell on the street corner outside of bars? Gods beyond, I could eat my own body weight of those fucking things. I'd steal some all the time when I was a kid."
3) What color are your eyes?
Izjik: "Slate, I guess? Like a blue gray? I don't know - we didn't have mirrors growing up, so I just say the color Sepo tells me."
Sepo: "Black. Duh. All sirens have night-colored eyes."
Twenari: "A light amber, brighter than my skin tone. They're very distinctive. Sort of a mark of the Devaris family."
Djek: "Proper Amaranthi red. No one gave a shit back on Fayuki, but here on the mainland? A little shadow magic, some super direct eye contact, and bam, I'm a demon out of hell!"
Thanks for the questions, these were fun!
I'll tag @kaylinalexanderbooks @willtheweaver @imsoveryveryconfusedatlife @bargainbincheese @cssnder @meep-writes-stuff and YOU 🫵
Your questions are:
What's your favorite type of weather?
Who was the last person you told a secret to?
Have you ever broken a bone?
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Project Mockingbird Ch. 17
summary: back to life as usual after New York, some insight into Charlotte's mind.
pairing: Bucky Barnes x OC
author's note: hi guys! this chapter is shorter than normal but I really wanted to get something out since it's been a minute! I've been on vacation so I've been writing here and there but nothing ready to put out yet. I promise there will be a few chapters coming VERY soon with more action! thanks for reading, as always!
tag list: @bangtanxberm @scott-loki-barnes @kayhi808 @charmedbysarge
(let me know if you want to be added <3)
chapter list
As the early morning sunlight bathed the Avengers' compound in a warm glow, Charlotte stood outside Bucky's room, gathering her courage. She had been wrestling the idea for nearly an hour, but now that she was here, uncertainty gnawed at her. It was an unholy hour of the morning, the sun just barely beginning to peek out over the horizon. She was clad head to toe in her black athletic wear, tennis shoes shifting on the floor as she debated making a run for the elevator.
Don’t be stupid, it isn’t that big of a deal. If you don’t deal with it now, it’ll just be weird later.
With a determined exhale, she knocked on Bucky's door, the sound echoing through the quiet common room. After a brief pause, the door swung open, revealing Bucky standing on the other side, pulling a gray hoodie the rest of the way down over his abdomen. The smell of black coffee wafted out of his room.
"Morning," he greeted her with a small smile, raising an eyebrow inquisitively.
"Hey," Charlotte replied, trying to sound nonchalant. "Figured I’d get an early start today and I know you usually do, too. Might as well run together?”
Bucky's lips twitched in amusement, and he stepped back to let her in. The bed was already made and she had a hunch he’d been up for longer than he’d admit. "Sure, why not? I could use the exercise."
Charlotte couldn't resist a teasing grin. "Yeah, Sarge, you've really been letting yourself go," she quipped, her eyes flicking playfully over his chiseled frame for a moment longer than strictly necessary.
Bucky chuckled, shaking his head as he finished lacing up his shoes. "Yeah, yeah. Let's go, then."
They made their way out of the compound and onto the trail that wound around the nearby lake, the crisp morning air doing a better job of waking them up than coffee ever did. Neither of them spoke much, but to Charlotte’s relief, it was a comfortable silence rather than a tense one. Both sets of eyes were locked on the swell of color across the lake as the sun broke from the horizon. After some light stretching, more of a formality for super soldiers anyways, they began to run. As they fell into step beside each other, any tension that had lingered between them dissipated, replaced by the easy camaraderie that had become second nature over the past months.
“You sure you can keep up, old man?” Charlotte grinned over her shoulder.
Bucky shot her a mock glare, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "Please. I could outrun you blindfolded and carrying an extra fifty pounds." He lifted his left arm out of his stride and waggled his fingers at her. “Which I am.”
Charlotte rolled her eyes, laughing. “Well you’re in luck, because I forgot to bring my blindfold."
“Damn.” He shook his head, loose hair falling with the motion and the wind blowing past him.
The rest of their run passed in a blur of lighthearted banter, normalcy flooding what had been a big question mark after this past weekend in New York. What happened, or almost happened, hadn’t been discussed by either of them.
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“Eat shit, Rogers.” Tony threw his hands up as Steve sailed a dart right into the bullseye -- again.
“Nobody likes a sore loser, Stark.” Steve grinned good-naturedly and held a bottle out to Tony. “Drink up.”
My stomach hurt from laughing (and eating) way too much, but I didn’t regret either. I was certain that my head would join in the pounding when I woke up the next morning. Rather, when I woke up later today, considering the clock read just past 1am. Pepper had long since gone to bed, and shortly after went Sam and Calla. Peter had passed out on the sectional, narrowly avoiding having something profane drawn on him by Steve’s well-timed challenge of darts. Natasha stood confidently to the side, waiting to challenge whoever the winner was, clearly Captain America himself. I held onto my glass with no intention of finishing the champagne inside of it. I’d gotten myself a refill over an hour ago and only taken one sip.
Maybe because the molten lava in my chest threatened to burn me alive if I let any more of my judgment fall away. Bucky sat across from Wanda and I, one hand holding a glass of water and the other draped across the back of the couch. His face had a grin plastered on it as he watched the game unfold, but his eyes were just as dazed and unseeing as mine felt. After Sam had snapped us out of…whatever that was, we’d both retreated back into the party. Besides the occasional white-hot bits of eye contact across the chaos, no evidence of our moment remained. I couldn’t decide if I was grateful or resentful of Sam for stopping us, whether he knew what he was doing or not. Based on our history, he might have thought he was breaking up a potential bar fight. I’ll give him that much.
After watching Natasha wipe the floor with Steve, who was only slightly more gracious in defeat than Tony, Wanda stood and declared that she was going to bed. A murmur of agreement went around the room, the rest of us slowly succumbing to exhaustion from the day and the alcohol.
“Leave it all, my cleaning staff is paid very handsomely,” Tony waved his hand as he stumbled towards the elevator. “Goodnight you vagrants, the pleasure is all yours.”
“Char, you coming?” Wanda looked back at me as she strode towards the doors on the far side of the vast living room.
“I’ll be a few minutes, I’m gonna find some Tylenol.” I smiled warmly and returned her blown kiss as she nodded. Liar. While I could probably have benefited from some, finding medication wasn’t my priority. I turned back to the living room where Steve had slowly roused Peter and was all but carrying him to an empty room. Bucky was looking on, unsure if he should help or laugh. As Steve retreated further from us, Bucky turned and locked eyes with me. The sudden quiet and lack of distractions felt like it was crushing my chest as I stared into his blue eyes. He was only ten feet away from me, which somehow felt too far and terrifyingly too close all at once. Before I could move, speak, or think, Natasha’s hand stuck out in front of me.
“Here you go. I assume it’s a double dose for you like the other two.” She opened her fist to reveal a handful of small, white pills. In the other, she offered me a glass of water. “Drink up. It’ll help for tomorrow.”
I nodded and obliged her, swallowing the handful of pills and washing it down with the rest of the glass as I tried not to will her to leave the room.
“Need any, Barnes?”
“No.” He shook his head. “I quit drinking about an hour ago.” His eyes flicked back to me.
“Smarter than you look.” Nat winked. “‘Night, Buck. Come on, I’ll show you the best room left.” She looped her arm through mine and led me towards the dark half of the room everyone had disappeared to. I let her pull me away, but my gaze lingered behind me.
“G’night Sarge,” I willed myself to sound normal but heard the breathlessness in my own voice.
“Goodnight Charlotte.”
As we got to the threshold of my room for the night, Nat squeezed my arm. “Listen, you can do what you want with who you want. I won’t stop you. But not many good things have come out of drunken late nights at this tower. Sleep on it, and if you feel the same way tomorrow, I’ll buy Barnes a box of condoms myself.”
“Nat!” I hissed, my cheeks warming as I scanned the room for any sign of him. His door was already closed, the faintest sound of a shower running coming from behind it.
“Sweet dreams. Thank me later.” She winked and disappeared behind the door next to me, leaving me alone in the massive, suddenly oppressively quiet, space.
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Later that evening, the normal routine commenced. Sam had taken advantage of the beautiful spring weather and grilled burgers for everyone, claiming his time to shine was during barbeque season. They’d eaten on the balcony and watched the sun sink down. It was a normal day of training, but it felt longer to everyone after being gone for the weekend.
Charlotte rolled out her neck as she stood at the sink, stiff from all the martial arts work she’d done with Natasha earlier that day. “Next?” She reached out a hand, Wanda giving her another stack of dirty dishes.
"Hey, careful with that plate, Char," Natasha teased, a smirk playing on her lips. "We don't want to break any more of the fancy dinnerware. I think SHIELD takes it out of our paychecks."
Charlotte rolled her eyes, but couldn't suppress a grin. "Hey, if SHIELD is so great at engineering, why aren’t the plates superhuman-proof," she retorted, earning a chuckle from Wanda. She’d broken a dish during her first rotation on clean up duty, not realizing how slippery the soap made them. Even though their teasing was good-natured, part of it still made Charlotte shrink inside. She hadn’t wanted to admit the reason she didn’t know anh better was because she’d never actually done dishes before. It was yet another small, seemingly insignificant task that had just never been necessary. She’d either been stealing food, eating on the cruise ship she sailed to the United States, eating takeout, or most recently, living off of hotel room service in Las Vegas. She’d never even owned her own set of dishes. She didn’t fear judgment from any of them, it was more of her own insecurities that she preferred to keep hidden. Everyone treated her so normally, had been so accepting that she hardly felt out of place at all. Calling attention to everything she didn’t know or hadn’t done seemed counterintuitive.
As they finished tidying up, the group reconvened in the living area, settling in for a movie night. Peter took charge of selecting the film, much to the amusement of the rest of the team.
"What's it gonna be this time, kid? Another one of your vintage classics?" Sam quipped, earning a mock offended look from Peter.
"Hey, my taste in movies is impeccable, thank you very much," Peter shot back, scrolling through the extensive list of options on the large screen. A collective ‘no’ came from the group when he passed the Star Wars saga yet again. They settled on an action-romance movie that Charlotte had never heard of, but if it fit the criteria of both Wanda and Peter, she supposed it couldn’t be half bad.
The movie was good. As she watched the action sequences, Charlotte found her mind whirring away, cataloging their fighting styles and the acrobatics of the actors. Frowning, she realized how impractical and unrealistic it all was. She shook her head, willing herself to forget anything she’d just witnessed, lest it come back to bite her in the ass in a training session.
Shoddy fight scenes aside, it was a good movie. The two lead actors were beautiful, looking like a match made in heaven. About halfway into the movie, the tension between them finally unfolded in a steamy makeout with lingering camera shots that left little to the imagination. Sam jokingly covered Peter’s eyes, lightening the mood as the room laughed.
However, as the characters onscreen stripped off their clothes, Charlotte's discomfort began to intensify. She watched with a mixture of fascination and trepidation as the scene unfolded, her heart rate quickening with each passing moment.
When the characters moved to the bedroom, the camera again lingering on their wandering hands and heavy breathing and the movement of their bodies, Charlotte felt a surge of insecurity wash over her. She couldn't help but compare herself to the characters onscreen, feeling acutely aware of her own lack of experience. It hadn’t bothered her this much in a while. She recalled the first time she’d watched a salacious scene, sitting in her bed in Las Vegas, and felt herself blush despite being alone. She’d realized she was older than almost everyone she’d ever met and somehow less experienced. The only thing that brought her comfort was the fact that she had no prospects and, more importantly, no interest in being physically intimate with anyone.
But now…
She couldn't shake the nagging feeling that she was somehow inadequate, especially when she recalled Steve's jokes about Bucky's past exploits as a ladies' man. He had been older when he was captured by HYDRA, already a man. She’d been so young, basically having grown up in the facility. Although she was grown now, there were certain experiences she just never felt comfortable having. Shame crept up her cheeks as she watched the female onscreen moan, looking ethereal and beautiful and so confident.
Sensing her discomfort, Natasha cast a concerned glance in her direction. "You okay, Char?" she asked softly, her voice barely audible over the soundtrack of the movie.
Charlotte hesitated for a moment, her mind racing with a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. Finally, she nodded, offering Natasha a forced smile. "Yeah, I'm fine," she replied, her voice tinged with uncertainty.
After the credits rolled and the rest of the team began to disperse to their rooms, Natasha lingered behind, her gaze fixed on Charlotte as she grabbed water from the fridge.
"Hey, you seemed a little off during the movie," Natasha remarked gently, her voice soft and reassuring. "Is everything okay?"
Charlotte hesitated for a moment, grappling with her embarrassment before finally deciding to confide in her friend. "Yeah, I guess I was feeling a bit... out of my depth," she admitted.
Natasha's brows furrowed as she asked gently, “How so?”
Charlotte hesitated for a moment, her gaze flickering to the TV screen where the romantic scene played out before returning to Natasha. "It's just..." she trailed off, her cheeks flushing faintly as she gestured vaguely at the screen. "I just don't have much experience with... that," she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. Her normal bravado and attitude was nowhere to be found, instead seeming like the scared little girl she still felt like on the inside more than she’d like to admit.
Natasha's expression softened. "It's okay, Charlotte," she reassured her, her tone gentle and reassuring. "Everyone has their own journey, their own pace. You’ve been in survival mode, on the run for years. I can’t imagine this was top priority for you."
“No,” Charlotte admitted, chuckling. “No, not really.”
“I’ve been there. Believe me, I’ve had long stretches where I was only thinking about how to stay alive. This,” She waved at the screen. “Is something you only want when you’re safe and cared for and have the luxury of thinking about. You haven’t had that before.”
Charlotte nodded, her mind racing with a flood of conflicting emotions. "But now…I do.” She ran a hand through her dark hair. “Except…I have no idea what the fuck to do.”
“Well, it does come pretty naturally.” Natasha grinned, elbowing her. When Charlotte’s mask of concern didn’t break, she softened again. “Hey. Look at me.” She gripped her friend’s arms and looked her straight in the eye. “If you want me to lay it all out for you, step by step, you know I will. No judgment. If you want to learn it on your own, there’s a few websites I can send you to…although they have questionably accurate depictions of…everything. Just tell me how I can help you and I will.”
“This is stupid, I know,” Charlotte squeezed her eyes shut and pinched the bridge of her nose.
“It’s not stupid, Char.” Nat’s voice was quiet. “We’ve all been robbed of some pretty big things. It’s dehumanizing. The last thing I ever want is for you to continue to feel crippled by the things that were taken from you.”
"Thanks, Nat," she murmured gratefully, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "I needed to hear that."
As Natasha turned to leave, a thoughtful expression crossed her features. "Oh, and one more thing," she added, casting a meaningful glance in Charlotte's direction. "If it helps, Barnes hasn't exactly been a ladies' man since he got back, either." She winked. “Maybe you can practice together.”
Charlotte's eyes widened in surprise, a flush creeping into her cheeks at Natasha's words. "You had to ruin it," she called, throwing the water bottle at her.
Easily dodging it, Nat grinned as she walked backwards toward her room. “Did I?”
#bucky barnes x oc#bucky fanfic#avengers#bucky fluff#james bucky barnes#winter soldier#sebastian stan#bucky barnes#winter soldier fluff
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got two lil bits of memery for you today ehehe. i'm tagging @callsignnightshrike, @azemessence, @jul-likes-magpies, @fourteenthz, @all-of-humankind - no pressure of course, and feel free to snag one or both memes!
first off tagged by @oneiroy, thank you <3 :3
Last Song Listened To: doctor blind by emily haines & the soft skeleton. recently remembered this song from My Youth and now youtube likes to sprinkle it in sometimes on autoplay lol
Currently Watching: recently graduated from obsessively watching sunrise/sunset times, currently obsessively watching the local weather site for spring weather updates. tv shows, never heard of 'em
Sweet/Savory/Spicy?: i tend to actively crave savoury things more often, but i'm waaaay less picky about sweets (if it's sweet i'll probably eat it, it is as shrimple as that)
Relationship Status: 2 aromantic 4 this
Current Obsession: like two weeks ago it would still have been fallout 4, but i have returned to being able to do and think about other things since then. i don't have anything that's of the making me chew on the bars of the cage right now levels of obsession, but you know, having fun noodling about in ffxiv now that i have escaped todd howard, making little plans for what to get done before dawntrail and drawing my lil pictures
and also the 5 songs i'm into meme, tagged by @crackinthecup <3 sticking it under the cut for length!
...narrowing down the criteria for this was a challenge and a half, but i'm playing this on hardcore mode and leaving out 1) oc/character/ship songs 2) all time faves that i love but i'm not super actively listening to right now, i've only got 5 songs after all, gotta make 'em count!!
1) stoppa mig juni (lilla ego) by kent - tbh still kinda reeling from the revelation that kent... good??!! when ingenting made me want to set the radio on fire as a 12 year old. anyway, this whole meme could be populated by kent alone, i've been listening to them so much
2) it will all make sense in the morning by halou - i adore the atmosphere in this song so much, one of those 'i wanna apply this to something but i don't know what' tunes
3) a masters in reverse psychology by murder by death - ...if i pulled up a random song from this album to put on this list. well. i'm SO obsessed with the whole album, not a single bad song on it and i love listening to it from start to finish all the time
4) children of the sun by poets of the fall - the absolute fight for my life against rule nr 1 when it comes to potf... and even so, the line is very blurry with this one BUT i just love this song, it's so gentle
5) isa tuli koju by metro luminal - the obligatory estonian entry and i'm trying to be slightly less predictable by not listing terminaator for a change. it's a bit of a meme with my family, but i can't deny that this song nevertheless fucks, i love the dark lyrics
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get to know my oc!
thank you so so so much @flock-from-the-void for the tag <3
im so excited to do this, finally all the unnecessary traits I gave her will be useddd so so happy
gently tagging: @leisoree @rmgrey-author @digital-chance @maewrites13 @briannaswords @tea-and-mercury @anonymousfoz and anyone else who'd like to join :)
this is my forever beloved (and one of my first ocs that managed to not get tossed away) Giada from Flowers and Homicide (before it was murderous roses)
As I step in the lab, a rotting smell fills my nostrils. I'm seriously tempted to drop this crazy interview and go back home, but then I think of my boss.
And so I keep on walking through hell, knowing that the previously cited boss's rage would be even worse.
There's some guy cleaning a syringe near what I presume is a corpse (don't vomit, don't vomit, dont' vomit) and so I approach him and ask him if he knows where a girl named Giada could be.
After a couple seconds, he sends me off in direction of a room with glass panels, through them I catch sight of a dark, curly mass of hair and knock on the door.
"Hello, are you by any chance Giada?" the foreign name is still new on my tongue, I hope I didn't pronounce it wrong.
"Yes, that's me! What can I help you with?" she answers smiling brightly at me.
"I'm from Tumblr-News," I explain "I was hoping you'd have time for a couple of questions..."
"Oh! Sure! I'm on my break right now, so we have a good 20 minutes for talking"
Are you named after anyone?
Huh, interesting question. No, I wasn't named after a person, but an object. A gemstone. See, my family's half Italian and Giada, in Italian, means jade, also my grandmother's favourite stone.
I think she said something about a ring and a proposal.... doesn't matter though.
When was the last time you cried?
Ha haa... Is this really necessary? Yeah? Ok..Yesterday. I just'd just gotten my period and ice cream fell on my shirt. Don't judge, it makes me really emotional.
The period. Not the ice-cream.
Do you have kids?
Do I really look that old? Damn. And no, I don't have kids and don't plan on them.
Do you use sarcasm?
I believe sarcasm should be a love language. Yes I do, anytime I can, I love it, it's half of my personality.
What's the first thing you notice about people?
Well, I'm a med student, so probably the overall appereance, if they're sleeping enough, if they're eating enough, stuff like that.
Also if they look like a murderer. Or like a person who killed someone.
Guilty, in general.
What's your eye colour?
They're jade, like my name. Just kidding, I'd love to have green eyes but I don't have them.
She leans closer to me and opens her eyes more than I thought was humanly possible.
I don't know if you can see through the glasses, but there is a bit of mud green in the brown, so technically my eyes are a bit green.
Mostly brown though.
Scary movies or happy endings?
I'm literally standing in a lab full of cadavers. What do you think?
Any special talents?
Oh oh I know this! I can lick my nose! Want to see?
she brings her tongue to her nose and makes a muffled scream while pointing to it.
I also have an apparently worrying knowledge about poisons and death, but I'm studying forensic, can you blame me?
Where were you born?
In an hospital? Duh. It was in San Francisco if you care to know.
What are your hobbies?
I've already said poisons but I'll say it again, they are super interesting, did you know we exist just because some ancient monkeys got high? many times, and those chemicals extended their brain cells and so they got smarter. It's amazing!
I also love magic, I've thought about joining a cult or something, but those people are mad. Worse than me. I've been to a session, and they were all dressed up strange, candles everywhere, there was the star on the ground, you know that star in the circle? That one.
But I firmly believe in faeries, coincidences do not exist, it's them meddling with our lives. You can't change my mind.
Do you have any pets?
I've always wanted a lizard or something like that, maybe a snake even if I'm low-key scared of them. They're absolutely stunning, but what if one bites me? They are super venomous.
But when I was little I had a goldfish, his name was Alastair, it was my favourite character from a book, can't remember which. It died after month.
It's buried in my parents' backyard. Poor little thing.
Any sport that you play/played?
I think you can tell that I'm not the sportiest person ever, but I was on the track team.
I absolutely sucked, but I was in it.
Oh and in winter I always went skiing with my family so also that.
How tall are you?
I'm 5.3 and I hate it. At least I can wear heels. But I usually don't cause they hurt my feet, apart from a pair of boots, those are my salvation. Sometimes I even wear them here, not today tho.. sorry I'm blabbering.
What's your favourite subject?
Oh, it's the first year I'm taking it but it's super interesting, it's called anesteti- anast- anesthesiology... Yeah anesthesiology. Hate the name love the subject. I think I like it because most anesthetics are also poisons.
But yeah, right now it's my favourite subject.
And finally, what's your dream job?
Coroner. Or working in the forensic squad.
Right now I'm in an internship, but if it goes well they might keep me around even next year.
"And that's it, thank you so much or answering, I'll leave you to... whatever you'll be doing" I smile uncomfortably and hug her quickly.
"Just in time, by break's over so I better get working"
She sets down her cup and shrugs on a white lab coat, quickly waves at me and just like that she's gone.
I walk as fast as I can, anxious to get rid of this disgusting smell.
#yay I did it#took me forever#but i loved it#and i love her#probably because i put half of my personality in her#but shh#nobody has to know#tag game#writerblr#get to know my oc
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“You know what people say when a pilot is looking at the sky don’t you?”
Rooster’s eyes drop from the said sky towards Payback, his friend offering him a steaming mug, muttering to be careful because of the heat, “How many birds are you looking at.” Rooster finishes it with a soft chuckle, dropping his gaze to the mug then back up at the sky, it was just now turning red because of sunlight with few birds flying in the distance, “I’m just thinking about Bea.”
“Figures.”
He narrowed his eyes in his friend’s direction, then chuckled briefly,”I can’t be blamed for that, now can I? I can’t help but miss my wife.”
“I am aware, Rooster. We all are. How is she by the way?”
Considering the last time they talked was three weeks ago, he sent her a message asking exactly that, he was still holding his phone awaiting for her reply this very moment after all, “I don’t know, she hasn’t answered.” it was what? Midnight back in Cali…he should’ve thought better and maybe send his message much later that day but he couldn’t help himself.
These past weeks involved a lot of debriefs, training, surveillance, more training and more surveillance. Whatever they had going on beyond their line of sight was absolutely well guarded, so much that not even the drones sent months back worked…hence why they asked actual,living pilots to do this mission.
Was Rooster annoyed?
A little.
Because whatever technology was hidden there, it was strong enough to break a military grade drone in a matter of seconds. He was nervous, he had to make sure they all got over this without hurting themselves.
The new pilots seemed to be excited, this base had enough room for them to train and burn all that energy from inside before they did go to the actual mission.
Rooster takes a sip of the steaming coffee, relishing its warmth and flavor as he contemplates his response to Payback's question. He takes a moment to gather his thoughts before speaking.
"I haven't heard from her in a while, and it's been eating at me," Rooster admits, his voice quiet. "I know she has her hands full taking care of Nicole and herself…and the house, but it's tough being away and not knowing how they're doing."
Payback nods sympathetically, understanding the weight of Rooster's words. "I can only imagine,buddy. Being away from family is never easy, especially in situations like this. My mom still messages me daily."
Rooster only met Payback’s mother once, she was a nice lady, shorter than her son but clearly the voice of reason in that household. She kinda reminded him of his own mother in a way.
Rooster's gaze drifts back to the sky, his mind wandering as he envisions Beatrice's face and the sound of her laughter, it was so melodic and dreamy…and he was almost feeling sick by missing her so much. He can almost feel her presence beside him, providing comfort in the midst of uncertainty.
"I miss her so damn much," Rooster confesses, "I just want to be there, to hold her in my arms, to see our children grow up together…I feel like I’m losing it.”
Payback places a hand on Rooster's shoulder, offering silent support. "You’ll go back soon, the reunion will make every second apart worth it."
Rooster takes a deep breath, finding solace in Payback's words. He knows deep down that he and Beatrice share a bond that can withstand any distance or challenge, it was how it worked before and it’s how it works now. It's that unwavering love and connection that keeps him going, even in the toughest moments.
"I'll hold onto that," Rooster says, determination lacing his voice. "Anyway, you here for something else or,” he holds up his coffee mug, “Are you just being nice?”
“I’m always nice. But I’m here to let you know that tomorrow’s training is yours.”
“What? Isn’t it Coyote’s?”
“It was, but I think it’ll be much better if you go.”
Rooster furrows his brows, bringing the coffee to his lips and letting the warmth spread all over his body, “...huh. I can manage something, some of them are growing restless and that’s never good.” he flicks his eyes back towards the main hall, seeing one of the pilots walking by, “That one is too much of a hothead.”
Payback nods in agreement, following Rooster's gaze to the pilot who just walked by. "Yeah, I've noticed.It's a good opportunity for you to take the lead and guide these new recruits."
Rooster takes another sip of his coffee, considering Payback's suggestion. He knows that mentoring and training the new pilots is an important responsibility, and he’s honored he was chosen as the mission leader.
"You're right," Rooster says, a thoughtful expression crossing his face as he crosses one of his arm under the other. "I can take charge of tomorrow's training. Hopefully, I can instill some discipline and help them understand the importance of teamwork and focus. Especially that guy."
Payback smiles, knowing that Rooster is the perfect person for the job. "I have full confidence in you, buddy. “
“You do?”
“Yeah, have I ever lied to you? You are doing good,Rooster.”
Rooster's eyes crinkle with a hint of amusement. "Well, I wouldn't go that far, but I appreciate the vote of confidence.”
“Anytime,buddy.” Payback clinks his mug with Rooster’s. “Anytime.”
Rooster and Payback share a moment of brief silence, something rare and yet so…ominous considering the location they were in. There was ice and snow everywhere they looked, thankfully they were both warm, but Rooster had to admit it looked like a Stephen King movie.
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy indeed.
Thankfully Payback breaks the silence, after licking his lips and humming happily because of the coffee, “How are you though? Excited for the double combo you guys are having?”
He blinks up at Payback in confusion, eyes locked on his friend before he relaxes “Ah, you know," Rooster starts, a soft smile playing on his lips, "I am very excited. So is Bea…I know it’s nerve wracking and I know the age difference is a matter of months for the kids but… it feels right? It wasn’t planned, or anything like that." he rubs the pad of his thumb over the mug’s rim, “But I think we’ll manage it,I know we will.”
Payback raises an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Oh, is that so? I hope you're ready for some serious daddy duty. Three kids can be quite the handful."
Rooster chuckles,"Believe me, I'm up for the challenge. I’ll need more than three little kids to scare me. I want to be the best father I can be."
Payback makes a face, looking to the side. "I have three nephews and four nieces, I know how hard it can be but…if there’s anyone that can do it is you.And I’m not saying that because I am Nicole’s favorite uncle."
“I think it’s the mustache,” Rooster adds, tapping his own, “Nicole connects it with me…so, you are her favorite because of that.”
Payback bursts into laughter, shaking his head. "Ah, yes, the mustache. It must hold some kind of magical power over kids. Not because I’m funny and I’m teaching her card tricks."
Rooster’s smile drops, “You are teaching my daughter card tricks?”
“It’s not that bad, it’s mainly UNO…but she has to know about it.”
Rooster chuckles, shaking his head in disbelief, “Unbelievable,I swear, y’all are just fuckin’ dangerous. I don’t trust any of y’all.” but he’s not being serious and he sighs, leaning his back against the wall, “...but she does have the best uncles and aunts she could ever ask for. So I’m glad, in reality, that you are all here.”
“You are more than welcome.” Payback smiles, then flicks his eyes when Rooster’s phone lit up, “I think Bea just replied-” he didn’t even finish his sentence for Rooster to completely forget about his coffee and bring the phone to his ear, walking away. Payback blinked, still in the same spot, before shaking his head with a laugh, “Ah, young love.”
Rooster is walking away so quickly his hands are shaking, but he does bring the phone to his ear, “Hello? Gorgeous?” the video call is crackling a bit and he has to lift the phone up to show the screen better and find a good corner to hide and talk to Beatrice while it occurs. Beatrice’s big green eyes look back at him, she looked exhausted but she was there, right there, “Baby. Baby,hi, can you hear me?”
Her camera shakes a bit as she adjusts herself on the bed, bringing the cover to her face, “Yeah. Hi Roos.”
“Hi,gorgeous…did I wake you? I know it’s late there.”
Beatrice lets out a tired laugh, her voice laced with affection. "No, silly. I couldn't sleep anyway.I have…company.” Beatrice tilts the camera to show Nicole leaning against her leg, eyes locked on the laptop screen as Dr.Chimp runs on it, her teething ring loosely between her teeth because she was so enthused by the episode.
Rooster's worried expression softens as he listens to her. "Oh my God,she’s adorable, can she hear me?”."
Beatrice turns her head to Nicole, their daughter was too focused on the laptop to see what was going on. "I think she can but there’s something else in her mind." she giggles “Give it a few seconds…I mean, how long can you talk?”
Rooster brings the phone closer to his face "I can talk for a little bit, it’s fine, don’t worry. How are you? Are you okay? We haven’t spoken in a few weeks.”
Beatrice's tired eyes flicker as she tries to keep herself awake, shrugging at him and holding her head up "Well,I’m managing, Roos. I uh." she rubs her eyes with her fingers before stifling a yawn, “I’ve been working at the bar still,Penny agreed on letting me stay until I reach four months, then I can get maternity leave.”
“She let you do that?”
“You know,I think it involved a lot of crying on my part.” she mutters while looking to the side, “And some begging, but…I…the bar helps me work my brain. Y’know? Like,” three taps against her own forehead, ‘It’s been getting loud here.”
Rooster’s smile falters, “Are you going to Dr.Varma?”
“Yes,I am. She’s been helping me a lot and I leave Nikki with my parents when that happens- oh my dad is better, by the way, but he needs to keep the meds for a longer while.”
“Any mood swings or cravings?”
She thinks about it, pursing her lips, then looking to the side where his eyes couldn't follow, “Oh!Um..I ate some peach sorbet with chocolate sauce.” she pauses, “It shouldn’t be as good as it is,Rooster. Oh my God, it’s so good.” she holds up an empty bowl, “I’ve had it while Nikki was here after I got back from my parents…it’s really good.”
Rooster listens attentively to Beatrice, his concern growing with each word she speaks. He can see the exhaustion in her eyes, and it tugs at his heartstrings that she’s trying to stay awake to talk to him. "I'm glad you're seeking help from Dr. Varma, Bea. It's important to take care of yourself, especially during this time. And I'm relieved to hear that your dad is doing better, even if he still needs medication."
Beatrice lets out a weary sigh, scratching the side of her face "Yeah, it's been a rollercoaster, but we're getting through it. Having my parents' support has made a world of difference. And Nikki... she's just incredible.” Nicole finally looks back, her toy long forgotten when she sees who’s on the other side, already babbling happily.
“Dada!” she crawls forward, grabbing one side of the phone while Beatrice holds the other, bringing her mouth to the frontal camera and breathing on it. He was sure she was just trying to give him a kiss and it was precious. She pulls back, those chubby cheeks appearing chubbier when seen from below “Dada?”
“Yeah, it’s me honey.” he coos quietly, thankful that this room was meant for privacy, “Hi, hi birdie. Oh you look so nice.” Nicole gurgles, smiling with pure glee over his words, ‘Oh I see more teeth already.”
‘Yeah, they are growing fast.” Beatrice laughs, gently holding Nicole close to herself so she doesn’t fall forward, “It’s been better now that we are going from breastfeeding to the bottle, because ow. She’s got some strong chompers– no,Nikki,” said chompers appeared into view when she once again brought the phone close to her mouth, babbling something he could barely understand.
Her vocabulary was getting better and she was able to communicate more…and he loved hearing that cute voice. He only watched, completely enamored by his two girls, but especially how Beatrice looked at Nicole. She was so focused on holding their daughter up she looked up in surprise when he spoke again, “You are such a good mom.”
Her green eyes widened back at him, “Huh?”
“You.” he laughs gently, “Are such a good mom.” And cue the red cheeks “Oh i love I can make you blush after four years together, brings back lovely memories of me pining for you at the bar.”
“Rooster.” she scoffs softly, trying to hold back her smile, “Stop being so smooth.”
Rooster grins mischievously, "Smooth? Me? I'm just stating the obvious, gorgeous.”
Beatrice's cheeks flush even more, her voice filled with affection but a bit muffled since she covers part of her face with her hand. "Gosh, you are unbelievable…well, I guess I'll accept the compliment, but only because it's coming from you. “
“Oooh, is it because I’m cute?”
“It’s because you are the cutest.” she smiles, “And you are an amazing dad too.”
Rooster's smile softens, his voice quiet as he replies. “Thank you, babe.” he whispers "I think I’m doing okay too. But we are a team so…maybe we can share that prize?"
Beatrice sputters a laugh, a tender expression on her face. "Alright, fine, I can handle a tie." Nicole babbles more, turning the camera towards her telling her father about everything her little seven years old mind could handle, “You know she’s pushing herself up more.”
“Is she?”
“Yesterday I saw her trying to stand up by the kitchen door, only to sit back on her butt.” Beatrice smiles, “...I think she’ll walk soon.”
Rooster is speechless for a few seconds. Nicole. Walking! She’s going to walk soon! And…and he wouldn’t be there to see her do it. His smile falters for a second and his eyes move away from Beatrice’s, a cold hand of guilt squeezing his stomach and immediately making him regret a lot…and Beatrice could see it, “Don’t blame yourself,Brad.”
“I’m not.” his wife raises her brows up, clearly not believing him, “I…well…”
"Rooster, I know you. I can see it in your eyes. Don't blame yourself for not being here. We both made this decision, and we knew the sacrifices that would come with it."
Rooster's gaze meets Beatrice's,damn she’s right, she’s so right, "I know, Bea, but it doesn't make it any easier. I want to be there for every milestone, every moment, and I hate that I'm missing out on this."
Beatrice reaches out her hand to hold the phone better, and it seems like she’s holding his face instead, her voice soothing. "I understand, Roos. It's not easy for me either. But remember, this is temporary. And when you come back, we'll have so many moments to cherish together...a lot more"
Rooster takes a deep breath, letting the cold air enter his lungs and make his heart feel lighter. "You're right, gorgeous. This is temporary. “ he smirks, “We gotta figure something we can all do when I come back.”
Beatrice gives him a reassuring smile, her voice filled with unwavering belief. "I agree…but remember: You're an incredible father, and I have no doubt that our little girl will have so many amazing moments with you. Right now, focus on what you need to do, and know that we're here supporting you every step of the way."
Rooster's grip tightens on the phone, voice shaking just a bit. "Thank you, Bea. I needed to hear that. I love you both so much, and I can't wait to be back with you." he looks down at the time and frowns, “Babe…I gotta go. I have stuff to do and you look ready to pass out.”
Beatrice's eyes shimmer with love,cheeks still dusted red. "You would be right, lieutenant.” his pupils enlarge and shrink immediately “But go ahead,okay? It’ll be fine…We love you too, Roos. Take care of yourself and stay safe. We'll be counting down the days until we're all together again."
“Me too.” he whispers, hesitating on finishing the call, “Already countin’.”
“Good.” Beatrice brings Nicole close, waving that chubby hand at him, ‘Say bye,Nikki. Byeee, I love you dada!”
“Buh-bah!”
“Good! Very good!” she gives Rooster one last look, her cheeks flexing as she smiles, “I love you…stay safe.” and she finished the call, mainly because she was too tired to notice, he could see her eyes blinking hard, trying to stay awake.
And he stares at the background, their wedding, on his phone for a few seconds. He squares his shoulders, rolls his neck and breathes out of his mouth, “...alright.” he clears his throat, “I got stuff to do.”
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I'm sorry; did you just say 'spontaneous root canal'??
6, 18, and 25 for the cozy asks for Cal and/or Merrin, please!
(Thanks tumblr for not saving this post as a draft the first time around ...)
So yeah, I've been dealing with some major pain in my face for the past few weeks, which escalated into searing toothache last week so I had a spontaneous dentist date today, which turned into a spontaneous root canal (I believe that's the correct term). I underestimated how much that would hurt *after* it's done but my ibuprofen has finally kicked in so I'm better for now. And hopefully, this will end all the other pain, too. If not ... well, I have a scan scheduled for January ... but enough of my medical issues :D
On to this delightful ask game, which I'm open to for any and all of my faves, or OCs but since no one knows them but a few select people ... well :D Come ask me! <3
For Merrical! 😍😍😍 gladly!
6. What's your OC's idea of a cozy night in?
- Okay, so in my mind there's two very contrasting versions of Merrical. The one is very wholesome, very cute and shy and very much *first love*. Those two would probably curl up in Cal's bunk and have BD project them movie and they eat space popcorn and at some point Merrin falls asleep on Cal's shoulder, wrapped in his most comfortable poncho. Alternatively, Cal (and BD) would tinker on some gadget or another, while Merrin reads a book in the bunk and roasts Cal everytime he hisses because he cut/burned/pinched himself.
On slightly more melancholic evenings, perhaps BD would provide them with Holo-Images of Dathomir, or even the Jedi Temple (which he would know from his time with Cordova, I believe).
The second version in my mind? Well ... they'd maybe also start with a movie but end up having nice, slow, intense sex ;D
18. What does a lazy morning consist of?
- Version 1: Cuddles! Talking, roasting each other gently. A lot of hand-holding involved. I head-canon both of them being a little obsessed with the other's hands. Cal's being all rough from his scrapper days, Merrin's softer, with her tattoos, but getting a little more scrapped up too. Exploring scars, just being silent together while waking up. BD is, of course, also there!
Version 2, you guessed it, more sex ... Seriously. In my mind, these two are either super sweet and wholesome or just very, very randy :D
25. What's something you OC does to wind down after a long day?
- Cal: Tinkering, Lightsaber Katas, Climbing. Sometimes reading, or, depending on how harsh the day was, straight up bed, face-down, out like a light.
- Merrin: Reading, going through the Holonet to learn of all the places she hasn't seen. She won't admit it, but she likes when BD projects Starmaps for her and lets her browse those. Sometimes she'll go off to a place somewhere further away from the Mantis and go through magical rituals.
I will not elaborate on Version 2 of them you know the drill!
Thank you for the question, dear friend! 💕
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anime north 2023 con report
finally posting this - thank you to everyone for a wonderful anime north!! \o/ this con prep season was the longest ive ever prepped for a con, and i think it was the busiest con for me ever. it makes me so happy to see people taking my art home!! 😭
so thank you for coming by anime north and chatting and supporting me! and thank you esp to the people who came by gifting their own merch?!??? - either fanart or ocs?! and im honored to see your beautiful ocs?!?? what the hell you guys are the GOAT thank you all 🥹🥹
it was so busy that i wish i had time to walk around & talk to other artists! i really wanted to get dango and onigiri at the delta too.. didnt really get time to eat so im sorry if you saw me shove 10 timbits in my mouth at the end of the con. yes i really did that .
throughout the con i kept saying "he just like me.. HE JUST LIKE ME FR!!!!!!!" every 5 seconds like an NPC. im sorry if you had to hear that more than once.
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i wasn't able to post my con catalogue for AN on tumblr and instagram... i was so busy.. dying... maybe if i do other cons this summer ill post something similar. i had a lot of new stuff this year so formatting it was rough haha. here it is! more thoughts under the cut (bc this report really is more for me, but maybe someone can find something useful)
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this is more for me honestly, so it will be really long. but i'm sharing it in case it may be helpful for others. i find that i'm always looking back at my old con reports, so typing out all of my thoughts are really useful to me. overall a great con, fellow artists and customers alike really inspire me to do better in my art.
comparisons to last year: (since i didn't end up making a con report last year!!!!!)
location: the artist alley layout was huge, and im really happy there are a lot more newcomers to the con scene. i know how much my first con experience meant to me, so i want others to join in on the fun! i don't know how the artist alley staff managed to fit so many artists in the building now! we got placed in a corner where there was a lot of breathing room, and a lot of traffic. i got lost a few times (didn't actually have time to walk around, but you know, it was to get in and out of the con centre and to the washroom/water station) because the amount of tables was overwhelming however, and the layout was super confusing. however i didn't feel as if there were any significant bottlenecks in traffic when i was taking some walk breaks.
commissions: last year it was still busy, but i still had some time to draw a handful of commissions. this year was a non stop barrage of customers! i think i may retire on the spot commissions at cons, just because ive always found it too stressful to draw right at the con, even if the traffic is slow. (and im lazy)
fandoms: last year i felt that it was... never so difficult to sell niche and old fandoms...? most people bought primarily 3 things from me at AN 2022, and not much else was touched. it was a struggle, and i even wondered if my art plateaued, if it wasn't good, if i should stop doing conventions altogether, at least for a little while. this year was so surprising with how much love there was for old and niche fandoms. two people from quebec came by and noticed the old fandoms and mentioned that if i was able to come to otakuthon, i should, people in mtl love nostalgia.. i'm gonna be honest otakuthon was pretty bad expenses-wise for me, but i heard it picked up since cons came back in 2022. it is a really beautiful city so mayhaps.. i will come for miss montreal.................
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and a separate section on the new merch i made:
the new sticker sheets i printed (one piece, baccano, breaking bad/better call saul) did so well! nts to add luffys scar bc apparently i forgot... ive seen this dumbass's face for hundreds of eps and yet i still forgot .
these are a far cry to the sticker sheets i designed in previous years. many sticker places restrict you on how many stickers you can place on a sheet due to spacing requirements... the more stickers you have + the closer they are, the higher the margin of error, which i understand is why many professional sticker printers have these restrictions in place.
the artists i worked with for my AN stickers are so genuinely nice and accommodating with my requests. I just went wild haha. the sheets with the most stickers are brba/bcs at 27 stickers and one piece at 32 stickers.
2021 (top) vs 2023 (bottom), the chara stickers on the new sheet are larger & 2x as many item stickers! the new design makes greater use of the space. my octopath 1 stickers are meant for planners but you could use it for anything!
in 2017 i could only realistically fit 6 ish stickers on a sheet (for vinyl, not cricut home printing) due to printing restrictions. these costed about $3.30 CAD per sheet from s/ticker/mule (not worth it for the price point AT ALL... but i wanted to try sheets for the first time)... and yes it's a tiny 4x7 as well. it was a hard sell for $7 in 2017. but im glad artists have been pricing them a bit higher + sheets have become much more customizable.
now on to charms:
i am so obsessed with this borderless charm look on the new charms... they look like candy... thank you guys for loving my new charms!! i tried out a new technique with designing charms. and im so happy with how they turned out. the charm manu was super accommodating and they are so much better than vograce who fucked up my order so bad in 2022 🤡👍
the soul eater charms from last year were kind of a precursor to this. last year i tried something a bit different than my usual with the transparent bgs, which require full bleed in the file setup, and that was already pretty new for me. i find that charm sales are usually pretty mid for me, so during the pandemic i took a soft break from making them, and i wanted to do research based on others' designs and really tried to improve my design sense. to me i want to design charms that aren't just a flat piece of artwork that gets printed, but something that utilizes the capabilities of the acrylic material it gets printed on 🤔
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fandoms/merch types i want to try next time i table:
more soul eater? it's one of my favourite animes and im very happy for the soul eater love this year. my partner kept selling out of her soul eater prints even though it was her first time tabling!
fma! ive been rereading AND rewatching it lately. it's one of my top 5 anime of all time so me drawing anything for it is a struggle, the bar is set so high. i never end up having the time or ideas to draw anything for it (and the aesthetics are very different from my usual taste)
shadows house has been one of my favorites recently!
dungeon meshi, the print i made was back in 2018 and i think it's time to retire it! it sold out at AN, thank you! with the way the story has developed in the last 5 years, i really want to draw something new for it if i can.
blue period needs more love!
golden kamuy.....
and many more.....
i also want to try mini prints maybe...
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administrative stuff:
next time before the con, i definitely need an organized chart i print out before the con so im not.. literally writing down each transaction... 🧍♀️
clamps...?
possibly new display? grids even with plastic panels are heavy... and they can be a pain to put up. this AN we had our neighbors and good friends @nappotuna & @stripeyworm helping us put the grids up, they did an absolute speedy banger job! but it might have taken way longer without 4 hands on the grid work.
if we had used tape to hold our prints up as well who knows how long it would have taken. we used magnets, apparently a lot of people were using them at TCAF. they were so easy to put up and adjustable. *jesse pinkman voice* MAGNETS, BITCH!!!!!!!
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merch i may shelve/do less of:
i really appreciate when artists talk about these kind of things behind the scenes... when products do well, when others dont, products w surprising responses, the factors that we think affect sales... the hard truth is that not everything sells, just bc the art is good =/= good sales, etc etc.
lately ive found it so fun to design sticker sheets over individual die cut stickers!! i understand now why some people only specialize in stickers!! it's also such a pain to stock individual characters and have greatly varying levels, bc of customer interest, and bc of how printing stickers works, you often get extras of random characters due to overflow 😭.. like at some point I had 7 jeannes and like only 1 of the other vnc charas bc the printer had so many extras and she's arguably less popular HDHFJSJHDJS anyways, i think i'll probably do less die cut individual stickers for my next con...
anything old that i only have 1 or a few copies left (meaning i won't reprint) i may not have for display anymore bc of space concerns... before my next con ill just post them on social media to have people claim them!
i may want to do less 3" charms in the future...? theyre a hard sell online prob bc i cant really do deals (i could but id have to be checking the stock every few hours which is not ideal), but they do a lot better in person due to deals.
it's been fun to try specialty products (I've tried scrunchies, stamps, pouches, microfiber cloths, coasters, enamel pins), but i... find they dont sell well for me... maybe my art doesnt have that wide mainstream nostalgic merch type appeal idk... maybe im just not good at designing or advertising them wahahaha. (specialty charms are still charms and i wouldn't necessary consider them a part of this)
my jojo buttons were really popular at anime north 2019 and fan expo 2019, but when the part 5 anime concluded, i noticed that interest for the interest completely moved on 😭 (or it's possible that everyone who was interested bought the buttons already?). part 6 anime didn't rejuvenate the same level of interest. it was a struggle to sell even more than a handful of these at each AN 2022 and 2023. right now they're taking up a lot of space in my con luggage that i'd prefer for newer, better art. i still love the art i did, but unfortunately, i think ill give them a go if i get into otakuthon (and maybe fanexpo too), then it'll be time to retire the jojo buttons. sometimes fandoms come and go so fast, and it's difficult to keep old merch around when they don't have any more interest and when they're occupying a lot of space.
my banana fish lollipop charms do not sell well, and i only sold 5 of them in a 3 year period, across cons and my shop. i created a bargain bin at AN, and it really helped me get rid of old things! unfortunately even in the bargain bin i could not sell a single one of the banana fish charms. maybe it's the art that's not appealing, the characters aren't recognizable, the price point for a lollipop charm was too high, i wasn't hitting the right audience, the market was slow around the time, even when it was included in my promo post... etc. these lollipops were my first time making specialty charms. unfortunately i think that's the last time making lollipop charms, and about time to recycle these charms, so that i have space for fresher and better art!
other thoughts moving on:
maybe go back to simplifying my art a lot more... if i keep making drawings like my great ace attorney tarot + zine, witch hat atelier print, and pandora hearts print, then id not only take 1 month per illustration, id also be destroying my arm 😭 i stopped stylizing my art in 2021 bc i found that my art was getting sloppy in 2020 + i was really struggling in life drawing in school. i needed to buckle down and be more conscientious when drawing poses, learning anatomy and structure... and bc getting back into anime in 2021 really helped me cope with the isolation of the lockdown, so that had a huge influence on my style. but bc of that i think it just took longer and longer to make illustrations and that's something i no longer really wish for.
i really like the period of my art in 2017 with a lot of my persona 4/5 art bc it still has structure even though it's simplified... and the style in my zelda icon... mayhaps experiment a bit more this summer if i can...
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"𝙇𝙪𝙘𝙮" — 𝙇𝙪𝙛𝙛𝙮'𝙨 𝙏𝙬𝙞𝙣 𝙎𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙓 𝙕𝙤𝙧𝙤, 𝙋𝘼𝙍𝙏 𝙏𝙒𝙊
cw: oc!protagonist, unhinged protagonist, Luffy's twin sister, mentions of death, grief, mentions of imprisonment, violence, mentions of Garp beating his grandkids' asses up, Zoro being a literal caveman as always, mentions of scars and serious injuries
tropes: fwb, forbidden love, brother's best friend, commitment issues, abandonment issues, daddy issues, mommy issues, Franky and Robin being parent figures, trauma, grief
Spoiler alert: Dressrosa Arc, Zou Arc
Flashbacks will be signaled in pink and in italics while places will be signaled in purple!
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The music filled her ears as her body moved on her own. "Brooke, you really are a star," she hummed.
"Lucy, you'll make me blush!" he exclaimed, already laughing, "Even if my blood circulation is long gone."
Lucy chuckled at the bad joke and leaned into Robin, dancing with her to the rhythm. They were interrupted by Sanji, who had brought a tray of cupcakes.
They grabbed a few and Lucy took a bite, closing her eyes in pure bliss. "Fuck. It's so..." she mumbled.
Sanji's smile grew brighter. "Is it good, Darling Lucy?"
Lucy licked the cream that had remained on her lips and she kissed his cheek, cupping it with her hand. "It is super good, pretty cook" she giggled, "You will make more for me, right?"
Sanji's eyes widened and Lucy could've sworn she heard the thumping of his heart as loud as a drum. "Yes, Darling Lucy" he spoke, as drops of blood started falling from his nose onto the tray, "Whatever you wish for, I will cook."
Zoro looked at the scene before him and clenched his jaw. "Tsk. Have some dignity, Shitty Cook" he seethed, "She's Luffy's sister."
"I'm also a woman" she retorted, getting closer to him and handing him a cupcake, "A swordswoman — and, I suppose, pretty enough to bleed out for."
"I agree," Sanji breathlessly said, going back to the kitchen.
"Is it poisoned, doll?" asked Zoro, as he bit into the cupcake, "You tryin' to kill me?"
"My pride isn't that hurt, even though you're ignoring every single one of my attempts to know you," she dryly joked, "but don't worry. I'm just Luffy's sister, after all."
Zoro tilted his head, as he kept eating. "M'not ignoring you."
"Oh, c'mon. You shut me off and it sucks out all the fun."
"I can't treat you the way I do with the rest of the crew," sighed Zoro, finally finishing the cupcake.
"Why? 'Cause my brother is your captain?" she ridiculed.
He stayed silent for a moment. Her daring tone made him feel weird — almost similar to the way he felt whenever he encountered a worthy opponent. "He's your captain too, now."
Lucy scoffed, as she started to walk away. "See? You're no fun."
And Zoro sighed, cleaning his cream-covered fingers on his shirt.
He had the chance to observe her about twenty minutes later. Lucy was dancing with Nami, moving her body so shamelessly Zoro felt the urge to look away. But his body refused to move and he kept watching. He didn't think she would notice but, with the corner of her eye, she glanced at him and smiled, throwing her head back with amusement. That's when Zoro started to drink.
Lucy tried to flirt with Law as well. It was fun to watch, Zoro had to admit. Way funnier after four cups of sake. Seeing the surgeon getting flustered and bothered by her comments and advances was quite entertaining.
"Do you ever dismember your partners in bed, Tora-o?" she asked, a smirk plastered on her face. Zoro raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms on his chest, following the scene. She knew exactly what she was doing.
"What?" he seethed, blushing heavily.
"Pretty sure you heard me, surgeon. I mean, I bet your power could be used in... interesting ways."
"As you said, I only use it for surgery."
Lucy smiled, giving him a knowing look. "And murder."
Law lightly scoffed. "Tsk. Talk about the obvious."
"I'm just saying," she giggled, "pain isn't always a bad thing."
Zoro choked on his sake and pretended he didn't hear.
Law pinched his nose bridge as he shook his head. "You're even weirder than your brother, Lucy-ya."
"What is wrong with the swordsmen on this ship?" she laughed, directly looking at Zoro, "So handsome and yet so difficult."
"You became a Marine — a Captain, even, — just to run off with an Emperor and, judging by the severity of this situation alone, I bet your bounty is worth at least half a billion" Law enumerated, raising an eyebrow at her foolishness, "Yet, your biggest worry in life consists in complaining that I won't discuss dismemberment during sex with you. You do have some nerve calling me difficult, Lucy-ya."
Lucy rolled her eyes. "Difficult and boring. You people are just mad that you didn't come up with this idea before I did."
Zoro turned his back on the situation and chuckled under his breath. Just from the fact he couldn't help but laugh at the situation, he began thinking that he should've seriously stopped drinking.
Some time later, Zoro was sitting next to Luffy, quietly enjoying his nonsense as he exchanged jokes with Usopp and Chopper, when Law approached them.
Law was shaking his head, red cheeks and wide eyes. "Your sister..." he seethed, pulling his hat down to cover his face, "Your sister is a menace."
Luffy raised his eyebrows and laughed. "Tell me something I don't know. What'd she do?"
Zoro laughed through his nose. "Bet she asked some interesting questions" he murmured, "Probably made some interesting remarks, too."
Law glared at Zoro, radiating embarrassment. "You didn't hear the conversation, did you?"
"Did."
Luffy tilted his head. "What'd she say?" he insisted, his curiosity only enhanced.
"You don't wanna know," said Law.
"Huh? Yes, I do." Luffy got up immediately and ran to his sister, excitedly jumping. "Oi, Lucy!" he giggled, "What'd you say to Tora-o? He said you're a menace."
Lucy raised her eyebrows and made direct eye contact with Law, before bursting in a laugh. "A menace?" she repeated.
Law covered his face, seemingly trying to bury himself in the wood of the dock. "I'm resenting this alliance."
"Yeah, a menace!" exclaimed Luffy, "What'd you say to him?"
"Yeah" Usopp nervously murmured, looking at the Surgeon as he seemed to be dying of shame, "What'd she say to him?"
"I only asked him if he ever used his powers for sex" she simply answered, "Like, dismemberment and stuff like that. I don't know why he got so embarrassed, all your swordsmen are so damn shy."
"Oh, I see" said Luffy, shrugging, "I was hoping for something more scandalous — he must be shy."
"I must be shy?" yelled Law, his cheeks glowing red, "You must be all crazy, Strawhat-ya, I'm just on the brink of exhaustion!"
Chopper was perplexed. "Nah, I'm... quite on your side, on this one."
"Thank you."
"Lucy, you need to understand" said Usopp, almost charismatically, "You and your brother are not socially appropriate."
Lucy tilted her head. Zoro thought she looked a lot like Luffy whenever she did that. "But Franky says that not being socially appropriate is fine," she retorted.
Franky stroked his pose. "Ow! It is not fine, it's super," he yelled.
Lucy smiled up at Franky and then stuck her tongue out at Usopp. "See?"
Zoro sighed as he smiled to himself. "Yeah" he said under his breath, "You're bad news, doll."
Later, that night, Franky had organised a show of special fireworks. Not only were they colorful, but they created the crewmates' faces. Since Lucy was too new for that, Franky had managed to spell her name with fireworks. While Luffy, Usopp and Chopper were screaming about how cool it was, Zoro looked over to see Lucy's reaction — he watched her eyes get wide as she giggled excitedly and clapped her hands. Then, she unexpectedly hugged Franky's iron body and started jumping as an endless string of "thank you" left her mouth.
Franky shrugged, but everyone could see he was endeared by her reaction. He smiled and awkwardly patted her head. "I'm glad you liked those, little devil" he chuckled, "You don't need to thank me, though."
"They were super!" she retorted, "And thank you again."
"I told you —."
Lucy laughed. "I don't care! Thank you."
Zoro shook his head and nudged Luffy. "She's just like you, you know?" he sighed.
Luffy cackled. "Well, we're twins" he agreed, "She was always... braver than me, though."
Zoro raised an eyebrow. "When you reach above that level it's not brave anymore, it's reckless."
"Then I guess she's a bit reckless," admitted Luffy. "She said you were shy, anyway. That's not like you."
"I'm not shy, she's just so extroverted it makes me want to sleep for a week."
Luffy gave him a knowing look. A serious one, too. "I saw you, you were shy. It's because you like her, isn't it?"
Zoro closed his healthy eye in irritation. "You're seeing things, Luffy" he muttered, "She's your sister, that's why I'm holding back from being too familiar."
"Huh? And you think that's going to do something good? She's part of the crew, it's about damn time you get familiar with her."
Zoro looked at him in shock. "You're not even slightly bothered by that?"
Luffy's eyes widened. "Why the fuck that would bother me?" he retorted, "I'd be bothered if she felt unwelcome because people keep walking on eggshells around her."
Zoro narrowed his eyes, in silence. For some reason, his brain felt like making up some other excuse. So, he decided to push it. "What if I told you that she flirts?"
Luffy furrowed his eyebrows.
"She flirted with me, twice. What if she wants something to happen, mh?"
"Yeah, whatever."
"So if I fucked your sister, that would be okay with you."
Luffy gritted his teeth. "As long as you don't fucking push it. I don't wanna hear about it."
Zoro smiled bitterly. "See? You are bothered."
"Because I don't want to hear that about my sister!" he groaned, "She can do whatever, I just don't feel like that being rubbed in my face. Why are you looking for excuses? Are you trying to convince me to keep her away from you?"
Zoro remained in silence for a moment. "No."
"Then go and befriend her, we already have you and Sanji fighting all the time on board" Luffy said with a sigh, "Don't need you to be fighting with my sister, too."
"Yeah, whatever. Forget I've ever said anything."
Next day, on the way to Dressrosa
Breakfast was almost ready and Law was waiting for everyone to be at the table. A recap of the plan was crucial. The newspaper had reported Doflamingo's abdication and it was time to proceed with the next steps — everything had to be perfect.
The only two people missing, Robin and Lucy, arrived about five minutes late. Robin was surrounding the younger woman's shoulder with her arm and was warmly smiling at her. Lucy leaned her head on her shoulder and slightly curled her lips.
Luffy jumped up and bolted towards his sister. "Lucy!" he exclaimed, "Did you sleep well?"
Lucy hugged him. "Sure" she said, exchanging a silent look with Robin, "It was a blast."
She was lying, of course. The nightmares woke her up in the middle of the night and left her breathless, shaking under the covers, trying to figure out what was real or not. She had gotten up to catch some air and tripped over Robin's bed, waking her up as well.
"Lucy?" had mumbled Robin, sitting on the bed while rubbing her eyes.
Lucy tried to stammer out an apology, her eyes filling with mortified tears. Before she could manage, Robin had gotten up, kneeling next to her curled body, and she helped her sit up, her eyebrows furrowed with worry.
"Did you have a nightmare, sweetie?" she murmured.
Lucy wanted to deny and, yet, she started sobbing. Without a word, Robin hugged her and let her cry on her shoulder, rocking back and forth to soothe her until she calmed down. Lucy hadn't felt so comforted in a long time.
"Please, don't tell my brother," she whispered.
And Robin pinky-swore.
So, when Luffy asked about how his sister slept, Robin let her pretend.
Then, Luffy giggled and dragged Lucy to her seat, between him and Zoro.
Zoro studied her face. She seemed tired. He filled her cup with coffee, silently. Lucy glanced at him, almost confused.
"We can't have you missing parts of the plan, can we?" he simply said.
Lucy took a sip, trying to loosen up. "You tryin' to kill me with poison, sweetheart?" she mocked him, imitating what he asked her the night before.
Zoro lightly scoffed. "Just drink the damned coffee."
Lucy stuck her tongue out. "I gather that you're not a morning person, either."
"The two morning people are going to be on the same team," said Law, "so you better cooperate."
Zoro's eye twitched. "It's not really smart to put us together, we both fight with swords" he argued, "We could be more useful in separate teams."
Lucy just rolled her eyes.
"You're Luffy's second in command and she's the newbie — plus, she's a Rogia" the surgeon retorted, "I already discussed it with your Captain and he agrees that you should be together."
"I agree," Luffy casually confirmed.
Zoro almost scowled. He perfectly knew why Luffy decided that he and Lucy were going to work together.
"Oh, dear" sighed Lucy, "You could at least pretend not to be disappointed."
"I'm not disappointed," he spat, rather harshly.
"You're either very disappointed or just a damned caveman."
"Oh, fucking stop fighting," complained Luffy.
"Are they going to beat each other up like Zoro does with Sanji?" asked Usopp.
Weirdly enough, Sanji and Zoro protested at the same time. "She's a woman!"
"Oh, fuck off, I dealt with way bigger fish than you two!" snarled Lucy, outraged.
"Stop it, all of you!" yelled Luffy.
The silence fell into the room and Luffy glared at the two sitting next to him. Lucy was basically grinding her teeth and Zoro was pinching his nose bridge, clenching his jaw.
"No more fighting" he commanded, "We have things to do, this can't get in the way of the plan."
The silence remained, thickening the air.
"Understood?"
A muttered 'yes' left Zoro and Lucy's mouths.
Law took a deep breath, rethinking the entirety of his life choices, and he explained the plan in excruciating detail. Then, he pointed at the team who was going to operate in Dressrosa. "You, go change and wear the fake beard. If someone spots you, the plan is fucked."
"Wear the beard?" repeated Lucy, "I'm not wearing a beard, Tora-o."
"Not you, you can wear whatever. Just don't make your identity obvious."
Lucy shrugged and got up, reaching the girls' bedroom without a word.
When almost everyone was ready, Nami announced that Dressrosa was less than an hour away.
Zoro was uncomfortably looking at his fake beard, juggling it in his hand. Quite frankly, he didn't want to wear it. It looked itchy.
He got distracted from his thoughts when something shined in the corner of his eye. He turned around just while Lucy was getting out of the girls' bedroom and the fake beard crunched in his fist as he clenched it.
Lucy was wearing a black dress. Tight and long, with side slits so high he had a perfect view of her hips and thighs. She kept her swords on her sides and she was holding her bounty in her hand. Zoro forced himself to look away.
"Show me the bounty," he couldn't help but say.
Lucy tilted her head and handed it to him. "Do I look different enough?" she asked.
Zoro furrowed his eyebrows, as he stared at the picture. In the background, he could see a wrecked Marineford — it was taken during the Summit War. She looked younger than seventeen. Her features were more childlike. Childlike and inadequate. Such features looked so out of place when so much blood was associated with it. Her face, her clothes... everything was red. It looked like she had a pretty bad wound on her forehead and Zoro immediately remembered one of her many scars, right in that spot. He looked at the numbers and clenched his jaw. 600.000 Beris for her head.
"Yeah" he muttered, putting the bounty in his pocket, "Different enough."
"What's the matter?" she asked, a strange smile forming on her face, "Too different?"
"It looks like you've gone through shit, that's all."
"Well, my life wasn't exactly how I pictured it but I guess it is what it is. Right?"
Zoro unexpectedly smiled. "For someone with that bounty, you're awfully fatalistic," he commented.
Lucy chuckled. "Perhaps" she admitted, "But you have to admit that it hurts less without expectations."
"But it becomes meaningless very quickly. I hardly believe you don't have any projects."
"I assure you I don't." She shrugged. "My project was reaching my brother and becoming a pirate like him" she said, "Now that I have it, I don't know what I want next."
Zoro remained silent for a moment. "People always desire for things to happen or for all kinds of stuff, even if it's not about dreams or big projects," he calmly retorted, "for example, I want to become the best swordsman in the world but also, now, I'd like a drink."
Lucy laughed through her nose and gazed up at him. "Why is it that we don't get along, mh?"
Zoro rolled his sane eye. "Because I'm haunted by swordswomen."
The curious hint that Zoro was used to seeing in Luffy's eyes lightened up in Lucy's. "Huh?"
Zoro quickly regretted saying that. "It's an old story."
"We have time."
He sighed heavily and leaned against the mast. "Growing up, I had a dear friend" he cut short, "She was a swordswoman and she died. Everytime I meet a swordswoman it's like a reminder of her and I don't like it."
"Oh" she murmured, "I'm sorry about your friend. Do I remind you of her?"
Zoro pinched his nose bridge. "Not at all. That's what drives me even madder."
Lucy smiled. "You're a challenging person."
That remark sounded strange to Zoro's ears. It wasn't judgemental or a complaint. It wasn't even a joke. It appeared to be just a statement. "Maybe," he said in a low tone.
"You know, I've decided that I now have a project," she announced.
Zoro raised an eyebrow. "Oh, now I'm curious," he sardonically emphasized.
"I'm gonna get to know you, Zoro" she said, a smirk plastered on her face, "and you... you're gonna get attached."
Hiii people!! This chapter is over! I can't wait to write the next one, but I probably won't manage until next week, as I have my final exam on Monday and I'm quite literally shitting my pants.
I hope you liked this🤍
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finally. leo lastname in color except i forgot that procreate eats quality so hes a bit blurry ! details abt them under the cut ^_^
LEO !!!!! my oldeest still living oc <3 (i think theyr like? 4 or 5 yrs old now? and yet i still dont have a last name for them) hes gone thru So many different forms and stories over the years but heres what i have abt him currently:
pronouns: he/they/xyr. half human half angel so xyr genders a bit funky
in my ocverse angels are basically beings that have powers over/related to a certain thing or concept
leo is an angel of gravity, but like in the flavor of the way stars are formed by it
it didnt show up very well in my drawing but he has a bunch of star shaped birthmarks on his arms/shoulders ! they also have some normal tattoos too (not 100% on what they are yet tho)
said stars get glowy whenever xy uses xyr powers bc i think its cool :]
i actually dont know that much abt science and how stars are formed but i think his powers would let him make like. super mega hot balls of energy to throw at things (and imthinknig that potentially this requires them to sacrifice a bit of himself/his life force to make them)
he can manipulate gravity a bit, mostly with smaller things (the bigger the object the more effort it requires)
but he cant actually fly with his wings theyr just for symbolism ^-^ he can make himself levitate as if he were flying (manipulating gravity around himself is much easier than something else) but he doesnt do it all that much bc hes afraid of hights and easily gets motion sick
however xy unconsiously float a tiny bit when they walk and stand
disclaimer - i came up w his design before i even knew what twewy was. that being said, theyr very much if joshua was neku 💀
and thats all i can think of for now ! dont want to get into their relationships until i do refs/color drawings for my othher guys
but pleasplease ask me questions and stuff abt my ocs of u have them it would make e so happy !!! i dont have a lot of stuff fully fleshed out but questions and just rambling are a great way to do that 👍
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Demons of Oda - Pre-Battle || Drabble
Hi everyone! This is a drabble for my rp partner and friend,
@the-silver-peahen-residence.
Not to get confused with the Sengoku! AU. Demons of Oda is a demonblood youth fraction in Nagoya, Japan.
Here are the actors:
My OC ( Taz Hellion and Kinie Ger )
Supporting Characters ( Miko Yotsuya and Yuria Niguredou from the anime/manga Mieruko-Chan )
Other OCs ( Demons of Oda - Hayato Itachi , Iku Takiyasha, Mundo Namazu )
Name Mentions and Canon Characters:
JJK Cast canon muses rped by Peahen-mun ( Yuji Itadori, Megumi Fushiguro, Nobara Kugisaki, Ryomen Sukuna and Gojo Saturo )
---- Warning -----
Violence ( dismemberment, blood, cursing )
Incorrect Grammar.
Spelling errors and typos.
A VERY LONG drabble...
---- Summary -----
Taz is on a training mission to clear out some low grade 3 curses with Yuria and Miko. She and the girls are going to do this for training in the city before hitting the cafe for lunch. However, they came across a group that ended in a bloody fight. Would Taz and her friends get out of this? Read to find out.
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Taz is on a mission. Gojo-sensei told her this mission is a little different. It's mostly clearing out grade 4 curses mostly flyheads as a sign of training. Taz nods her head happily. She heard from Gojo that her friends; Yuji, Megumi, Nobara and Daichi are on a mission meantime. Taz nods, happy to take Miko and Yuria. After all, they were given their cursed tools to put it into good use.
So far, the training mission went smoothly as possible as Miko had her shikigami badger, Anaconda tackling them and eating them while Yuria practice her barrier techniques to trap them. So far, they're doing good. And now they're taking a short break.
"Wow. That was something." Yuria lets out a whew while Miko sips on her iced tea. Taz nods, "Yep! It's good to practice in the field once in the while. But those grades are...just training. Not the real thing." Taz informs them. Taking a page of Megumi's notebook, she has to be blunt and truthful about it. Megumi is nice but is serious about jujtusu sorcery.
"Yes. We had that full experience of that." Miko said. She remembers when 'God of the Mountain' sent cursed spirits after her family in order to get her soul. She can't ignore ever again. She needs to become strong for herself and her family.
"Yeah. Daichi did said that jujutsu sorcerer is serious business. She managed to understand the basics while raising her cursed energy. Daichi and everyone at the school really help.
"Still...I can't get used to Maki's training regiment. It's so brutal." Yuria sighed.
"But it was good." Miko smiled. Taz laughs, "Maki's training is good. She gives me pointers along with my big brother, Yuji."
"I gotta ask, Taz. Um...if it's alright to ask." Yuria begins.
"Sure what is it?"
"Why do you call Yuji, big brother?" Yuria asked curiously. Taz blink and thinks, "Because he reminds me of my older brother, that's why!" She smiled.
"Oh." Yuria wonders if Taz can ask.
"I haven't seen him in awhile. So Itadori reminds me of him when he left on a journey." Said Taz.
"Left?" Miko thought. Yuria nods. "Got it. That makes sense. Is it because of his personality?"
"Uh-huh, that's right. And also his smile reminds me of him!" Said Taz. Miko and Kisho understood. Miko smiles, "I think I get it. If I see someone who reminds me of my little brother. I would call him my little brother as well." Miko smiled.
"You know...Itadori and Megumi are super strong! I would call them big brothers too!" Yuria said which got everyone laughing.
"Hey you three!"
Taz's nose picks up a scent. She turns around to see a group of teen boys coming over. Yuria and Miko were tense as they see a handful of boys wearing bottom oni face masks. What the? Are they in a gang, they clutch their bags tightly to their waist. In the front of this gang, there stands a brown-orange haired teenage boy with a cocky grin looks at them. His hair is tied in a ponytail. He had that look that screams 'troublemaker' and 'bully'. If Sukuna is here, he would describe this person as a 'punk.' He has a snake bite pericing on the bottom lobe of his left ear.
"Sorry to bother you three, but me and my boys are going to arcade and I was wondering if you three want to come."
"Um..." Yuria hestiated.
"No worries! It's fine. It's just a friendly hangout." Said the man.
"Sorry. We don't have time..." Yuria speaks.
"Don't have time?" The guy can't believe what he's hearing. "Like been out like this? You guys skip school or something."
"Well...um..."
"We have permission from our teacher." Said Taz. The other looks over to Taz. He raised a brow at Taz and sees the three marks. "Are you..some kind of gyaru or something." Then he takes a whiff of her and her friends.
"Oh." The male blinks.
"Anyway...we have to be on our way." Taz said. But before they leave, one of the group blocks their way.
"Come on. We don't bite." He said, showing his sharp teeth.
"We're sorry. We're not interested. We have to go." Taz said firmly and clear as possible. Then the other got in her space, making her put her guard up.
"Come on. I know that you know..."
'Pup. This one is a not human.' Kinie growls in her mind.
'I know, Kinie.' Taz answered.
'That we are both aren't like the ones around us." The one grinned. Taz had that look. "And that's why..."
"Taz....let's go." Miko tugged on her arm. Right now, Miko and Yuria said.
"Whose your fraction?" Asked.
"I can't tell you. Excuse us, we have to go." She said firmly and clearly. doesn't want to bring trouble to anyone. The last thing she wanted was a fight. Especially with another fellow demonblood youth. The DBT didn't come across any other fraction like the ones in America. Until now. Taz came across this group.
It almost reminds her of the Lupins group. Except, they stay on their turf. She had never seen this group before in Tokyo. Where did they come from?
The redhead male laughed, "Ha! Seriously? You know, we're going to take over this territory soon so tell your fraction that they can get the hell out or serve us!"
Taz narrows her eyes. Then one of the men goes to grab Miko's wrist to which Yuria slaps the one across the face. "Don't touch us!"
This is bad!
"Wow. I like it when they're feisty." Said the leader as everyone laughed. Kinie seeing this through Taz's eyes is getting ticked off by these pests. Taz's lip became thin and then she quickly tripped the ones blocking the way and took each wrist of Miko and Yuria, dragging them away from the group.
"RUN!" Taz yelled. Miko and Yuria didn't need to be told twice as they are now running. Thanks to the training, they got from Maki. They managed to catch up with Taz. Taz makes sure not to leave them behind.
However after a few turns and one block...
The redhead is in their path. "I forgot to introduce myself. The name is Hayato Itachi." He laughed Taz became tense as she had the two girls behind her.
"Taz..." Miko begins. When Hayato approached, Taz was quick, she sliced Hayato's open palm, and blood spilled out. "I'm serious. Leave us alone."
To which Hayato grins, "Heh. Alright, but how about we play a game. A game of tag? If I win, you get to spend time with me and my boys and if you win, I leave you alone. How is that sound?"
'This annoying-'
"Fine. I will accept. However, you will be the one chasing me as I am the quickest of my group to make this fair." Taz said. Right now, she needs to stay calm. Megumi always tells her to stay calm if things get dangerous so she needs to play it cool and smart.
"Alright then. You and me! Then the boys get the girls. It's only fair, right?" Hayato grins as Hayato's crew catches up.
"Taz!"
Taz looks to Yuria and Miko who are now worried. Learning from Yuji, she makes sure to give her best smile to tell them it's okay. "It's okay. Make sure to run as fast as you can, okay! You can do this. Don't worry! I will make it back." She smiles.
Miko sees this and tightens her fist, she nods, "Right."
"Okay, guys!" Hayato tells them. "We're playing a game of tag. Right now, this gyaru here and I are going to be doing it. You just need to catch these two." He points to Miko and Yuria.
The boys nodded to their leader.
"Good! Don't let me down!" Hayato smiled. Then Taz and Hayato disappeared in a blink of an eye. Miko and Yuria took the signal to start running. The chase has begun.
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"Wow! You're quick!" Hayato laughed as he kept on chasing Taz. Hayato looks to be gliding as if he is riding the wind. Taz makes sure to go faster and faster. Every time, Taz turns a sharp corner. He managed to catch up. She needs to do something about it. Noabra tells her if things get tough, you gotta trick them!
"Hey!"
"Huh?" Hayato blinked.
"I'm going to kick your ass!" Taz proclaimed. Hayato raised a brow, "Haha?! What the hell you say? What makes you think you can beat me? Because of that stupid knife?" He asked but as he raised his palm and looked at it. His palm is yet to be healed. He narrows his eyes. Huh?
'That's why." Taz points. This got Hayato to sneer a bit. "Really? Then let's play!"
And thus, the game of tag became a battle. Soon, several slashes have appeared on streets, sidewalks, and houses. Taz is still running away, entering a construction site.
"Huh?! What's wrong?! Didn't you say you're going to kick my ass?! What's with all that talk, you little brat!" Hayato said as he cut through the building. Taz is still running.
Hayato keeps swinging his sickle but keeps on missing the girl. She is jumping everywhere, using the poles, walls, and trees as launchpads. She enters a building this time, an abandoned one. Hayato chuckles but he gets whiplash as he gets sucker punched in the face. He bounced across the floor and crashed. He was taken by surprise then he looked to see some kind of shadow creature.
Then he got kicked in the face, sending him against the wall. What the? Another shadow creature. He looks to Taz who holds her knife up while having one hand free. Her amber eyes glow golden under the dark.
"Are these things yours?" Hayato questioned.
'For now, I will lend you some of my power. Make sure to beat this pest whatever you can, pup." Said Kinie telepathically.
'Right!'
Hayato growls as he lunges at Taz but the shadowy beastmen pin the demon down with their sticks. What the hell are those? Hayato thought. It hurts like they stabbed him as he got pinned down. Are they carrying spears? What kind of power does this girl have?!
"Are you ready to give up." Taz said with eyes glowed. Hayato growls now and then he lets out a fierce roar, blowing Taz away. The power sent her flying but one of the kinfolk catches her and puts her back on her feet.
"Thank you." Taz said before seeing a kinfolk thrown at her direction. She ducks as the two kinfolk collide with each other.
"Little brat! You think I will give up after doing this to me?! You gotta be fucking kidding me!" Hayato laughs as he goes after Taz by swinging his sickle. She quickly dodges the teenager. It's speed against speed. The problem is that Hayato has more strength than she does and his weapon has more range than her knife. So she needs to make things even. Maki did say that to make things fair, you have to be unfair to win. There is no such thing as a fair fight, only an honorable one if you want to level the playing field.
Her kinfolk recover as they are now ganging up on Hayato. Hayato goes to slash them, some of them take the hit but it goes past them. What the fuck? Then a shadowy fist hits him on the side of his face. "What the hell did it pass through?! What are these, ghosts or some shit?" Then Hayato got punched in the face by both before he got slashed by Taz on the chest.
'Not true. It did hurt my kinfolk but they can easily heal quickly.' Kinie chuckled, seeing Hayato struggling as he is getting beat up by the kinfolk. Serve that dumb fool, right!
Hayato coughs as he staggers. His ponytail is now loose. His orange-brown hair is now loose. What the fuck?!
He thought this girl was weak because she was running around. Did...she lead him here?! Then those shadows of hers are pummeling him while she keeps swinging her knife around. I got hit and cut. This is so annoying!
"Time to get serious," Hayato said, grinning demonically now.
'Huh?' Something has changed. Something is happening.
'Pup. Get ready. He's about to do something.' Kinie speaks.
Taz sees Hayato transform. He grew an orange-brown coat on the top and beige under with dark markings on his face. He grew in size as his neck became long. He doesn't look like a wolf as his ears are short and has whiskers with a long tail. He looks like...
'A rodent. A squirrel?' KInie growled.
Ferret. Taz thought. But the correct one is weasel.
Regardless, Hayato isn't cute in that form as he looks pretty demonic. He has red eyes, sharp teeth as he has overbite with two fangs, and curved claws that look like sickles.
"Little shit!' Hayato laughed, now tossing the sickle behind him. "Bet you don't have a form like that! That's what you get for protecting some weak humans!"
Taz grips the knife tightly as she frowns. As long as they're in the clear and with people getting caught in the crossfire. It's fine. As long as Miko and Yuria are out of here and are safe, it's fine!
"I call this werebeast from; the Kamaitachi!" Hayato swipes his claws at the air towards the side and right away, a powerful gust of wind and several trees are cut down. "See that?! Even your shadow dolls won't get near me. So what are you going to do about it?!" The weasel laughed.
Taz didn't falter. She is nervous but she didn't do all this training for nothing! Also...this place isn't safe. If his claws can do that, she needs to run again.
'Let's show him what we're capable of." Kinie growled as two more kinfolk appeared. "Whatever I can do to beat you." Taz answered making Hayato sneer.
"Alright then!"
Then Hayato lunges at her. Taz quickly dodges. Hayato swipes his claws at her but one of her kinfolk pull her out of the way as the wind slashes missed her.
The battle is still ongoing.
---- Meanwhile ----
"Miko."
"Y-yes?"
The two girls, Miko and Yuria are now hiding behind a vending machine as they can hear the sounds of the men trying their best to look for them but they haven't yet.
"Can you go to Jujutsu High by yourself?" Yuria asked seriously. Miko widen her eyes, "What?"
"You're the one with the best chance in escaping and getting to the school, letting our classmates know what's going on." Yuria said. Miko blinked. "B-but..."
"With your shikigami, you can have him ride you back to town. I will just slow you down. That way, we can split up since those guys are just easy to run away from. I will buy you some time, okay? We just need to split up." Said Miko.
Miko grips her skirt as her badger comforts her. "Alright, let's do it. Knowing Taz, she will be okay! If we spilt up, I can get help while you distract those guys."
Yuria grins, "That's right! Together, we can do this-"
"So you're the ones that Hayato wants?"
A voice is heard. They look up to see a teenage boy with white hair with a goth look. They both froze seeing the other. Miko breathes. His cursed energy....
"Tch. Guess I have to stop him from doing something stupid, again. Look, let's talk this out and-" Yuria swing her staff, hitting the man on the top of his head. He staggered and Yuria screamed, "Miko! RUN!"
And so Miko did.
This leaves Yuria to deal with this guy. The goth teen hisses, rubbing his head. "Tch."
"Listen here you jerk! I won't let you get any of us, you heard?!" Yuria yelled. The goth looks bored by this. "That right? Sorry about this but it's going to get scary." The goth snaps his fingers and right away, a figure overshadows Yuria whose eyes widen in terror.
----- Taz and Hayato ------
Taz is moving across the property, creating distance between her and Hayato in his demon form. Hayato kept on slashing, huge gashes appeared on the walls and a few columns were cut. Taz's uniform has tears and some blood spilled. She is bleeding from her shoulder. A cut across the leggings. Hayato laughs as he gets one of her kinfolk in its grip. He crushes its head, killing it. Taz has one kinfolk remaining. She needs a plan. A good one.
Then an idea hits her. Maybe she can use that. Yes. That can work, right. She has been training this one for a while. So it's time to put this to the test.
"Smash," Taz commanded her kinfolk to smash into a wall. She enters a hole as smoke fills the floor. Hayato snorts.
Inside the hole is a dark room. Hayato steps into that room.
"What? You think...you can lose me in the dark. Weasels like me can see in the dark, gyaru." And then there she is. She is kneeling while having her knife ready. Hayato laughs as he keeps going. Then he raises his claw but then...he steps on something on his feet. Huh? He looks to see several pieces of paper with some incantations.
Daichi. No Kisho...
---- Flashback ------
"Kisho. Can I borrow your papers for the barrier training?"
"Hm? What for?" Kisho said, blinking. Eito on his shoulder chirps. Both are curious about the request.
"Well...I heard from Maki that she has been using them as traps. Not the paper but the cursed charms."
"Huh? That's what she has been using for?" Kisho is surprised by this.
"Yep! She said it's very useful when slowing down curses!" Taz smiled. Hearing this, Kisho is flushed, "Is that so?" Kisho looks to the side as his cheeks are flushed pink, "I'm glad that the remains of the cursed charms are put to good use." Kisho said. Eito chirps happily while Taz giggles.
"That's why I want to use them."
"If you say so, why not! I hope my work can help you a lot!" Kisho smiled, patting her on the shoulder.
"Thank you very much." Taz smiles.
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Not only that. She quickly puts the knife on her hoslter and makes a sign with her hands. She presses her wrists together with her hands open but opposite from each other. Both hands look be open mouths with her digits bent slightly almost like teeth.
Megumi....
----- Flashback -----
"Hand signs?"
"Yes, with mine. I have to create shadow puppets using my hands to summon my shikigami." Said Megumi. "But I'm not the only one, there's one from Kyoto sister school who has to clap his hands to switch places with another. Gojo has to use his finger to summon one of his techniques. Same thing with Nobara, she has to snap her fingers to activate Hairpin."
"Ooh..." Taz said. "I think I want to do something like that." Taz smiles while watching Yuria and Miko continue their barrier technique training. They're getting better.
"I think you will, Taz. Knowing you, you just found a way right?"
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"Right. I did, Fushiguro." Taz thought. That I did.
"Trap." Taz said then a glow was seen Hayato became confused as the yellow glow blinded him. "What the hell?" He raised his arms to cover his eyes. The moment he steps on the paper, he activates a booby trap.
What Taz made is....
---- Flashback ----
"Taz. Are you making a barrier?" Nobara asked. Taz blinks, "Yeah. I'm doing something different. But I was thinking of a barrier that traps curses in place since they can be pretty fast. So I want to help as much as I can."
"Well....I see you're doing hand signs. Are you trying to make a beartrap?"
"Huh?"
"That's what your hand signs remind me of." Nobara said with a smile.
"Really?" Taz blinked. She never thought of it.
"Yep! But if you ask me, I can teach you how to activate it. You just need a catchy word followed by closing your hands together." Noabra grinned. "For now, let's take a break. I found this great clothing. Look at the clothes they have." Nobara shows the outfits that they're selling on her phone.
"Oh!" Taz said, looking interested with a smile.
"Yep. I got these cool snapshots of these outfits." Nobara said. Then Taz pauses. Nobara blinked, "Taz. You okay."
"I think I got it. I think I got the perfect word!" Taz smiled.
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"Snapshot!" She clasped her fingers together and the beartrap snaps shut, trapping Hayato. The painful jaws that put Hayato in place makes the demon gasp. He is trying to push the jaws away but it's hard. He can't get out of it. He growls.
"You little...shit!!" His red eyes glow with fury. Then another glow is seen. This is the first step, the second step is an explosion.
"BOOM!"
An explosion came about and smoke fills the area. Hayato is now staggered as he is in smoke. His world became spinning as his fur was burnt and he coughed up smoke, receiving a lot of damage. Now for the third part.
Hayato widens his eyes at the kinfolk now staring him down as it raises its fist. "Huh?!" He sweatdropped.
---- Flashback -----
"Wow...big brother Yuji is so strong," Taz said, watching him spar with Panada. Both are heavy hitters if her friends watch them fight. Remembering his moves and all. Seeing him is so awesome especially when he fights. She hopes to be as strong as him someday.
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"Kinfolk. Itadori Barrage!"
And that's what kinfolk did as commanded. A fury of punches came at Hayato's way. The demon felt all of them. Each hurt worse than the last. A knuckle at the throat, one in the gut, one across the face, at the temple, at the ribs, and everything.
Hayato is now on the ropes. His back hits the wall as he is getting a relentless beatdown. All his senses are ringing. He can taste the blood and bile in his mouth. The kinfolk didn't let up until Hayato is down. Hayato tries to counter but kinfolk wraps a arm around Hayato's wrist where his claws won't touch. It punches the weasel at the cheek. A tooth came out of Hayato's mouth.
And now take a page out of Sukuna's playbook. The kinfolk let go of Hayato.The kinfolk slashes the weasel demon across the chest and then brings two fists together, slamming him down against the ground. Hayato coughs as he connects with the ground harshly. He twitches.
Taz panted as the kinfolk came back to her side. She did. The plan worked. She did it. She brought Hayato down.
'Not bad.' Kinie commented in her head. She is impressed at how the pup managed to bring down someone twice her size. Then a growl is heard.
"But it's not over yet.' Kinie warned her. Hayato is getting back. He is wounded. There was damage on his back and shoulders. A slash across the chest and some internal injuries that are going to take time to heal.
"You! Goddamnit! There's no way I would be taken down like this!" Hayato growls now. He is now moving slowly. He never got beaten like this! What the hell! She does belong to a fraction. Whatever it is. He won't let this last.
"HAhahahaha! You really got me there but I won't be beaten by a trick like that!"
'Pup. Get ready!' Kinie tells Taz. However, the demons did not move. She can barely move. She tries to jump but she is stuck and so is her kinfolk.
"What the hell?!" Hayato growled as he is in the same boat as her. What's trapping them?! She sees what's trapping her feet. Mud?!
Then a sheer force slams Taz against the ground hard. She coughs as she can taste the mud in her mouth. She then sees the kinfolk smashed as well by another skeletal hand.
"Damn it, Iku! Who told you to get in my way?!" Hayato shouted.
"Seriously." Said the teen Iku. The teen named Iku wears a choker, spiked bracelets, and a piercing. He has a gothic style to it.
"We're trying to stop the fight!" Said another teen.
"Who asked you, Moudo?!" Hayato barked at a timid boy with squinted eyes whose hair is slick with two long twirled strands over his forehead. He wears a button-sleeved shirt where underneath is a tee with a fish on it. He is hiding behind Iku.
Taz sees this and she sees what's holding her down. A large skeleton pins her down with its hand. Is that person controlling it? The skeleton is big and only it's upper half appears.
"You probably be dead if I didn't butt in, Dumbass." Iku answered.
"Who the hell are you calling a dumbass!" Hayato yelled.
"You are! You're going around picking a fight with some demon having no idea which fraction she belongs to." Iku glares.
'Ha! Seriously, Iku?" Hayato scoffs. "That demon brat over there is with humans! I highly doubt she has a fraction. If she did, they could of shown up by now!"
"You know we have humans in our ranks?" Iku said, making a face. "Besides I hear from the guys that you're starting shit again by picking up some girls. Then you caught a whiff of her and she was kicking your ass." Iku explained. Hayato glowers.
"Screw you both! I don't give a shit!" Hayato said. "Anyway! Let me finish this fight because I know I didn't get my ass kick!" He growled through his fangs as his whiskers twitched.
"Tarohito wants to talk to you." Said Iku which shut Hayato up. "That's what I heard from him." He tells him. Hayato grits his teeth in his were form. Iku stands his ground, "And you know Tarohito isn't the kind of guy that waits around when you're messing around."
"Goddamnit! Fine! But I need to-"
"What if that girl belongs to Shinseina Hogo?" Iku tells him which makes Hayato grumble and Moudo whimpers, hearing the name. "If she belongs to them, I doubt Fuji-Hime would love to hear that one of their own got harassed and hurt."
Then Taz starts to struggle to which Iku looks over to her, "Forget it. If you try to move, I won't guarantee your friend here." Iku has Yuria by the arm.
"Y-yuria..." Taz said. Yuria apologizes, "I'm sorry! We spilt up. B-but...Miko...she got away! I help by distracting them!" Yuria said.
No, that's good to hear. As long as Miko got back, that's fine. Iku narrows his eyes at this, "Just do what we said and no one gets hurt. I make sure she gets home safe." Iku said. Taz growls. She was there. So close to beating Hayato but with Yuria here, she has no choice. She can't let Yuria get hurt!
And so, Taz relaxes.
'Pup! What are you doing? Let's summon a kinfolk-"
'I can't let Yuria get hurt! I don't know what they're capable of. I can't underestimate them.' Taz tells Kinie in her mind. At the same time, Taz tells him. "I will stand down. Please don't hurt her."
"Good." Iku looks to Yuria now. "Don't worry, we won't kill her. We just need to get her away from us." And how? Iku snaps his fingers and the skeleton lifts Taz off the muddy ground. Then suddenly, the skeleton threw her across the town making Yuria scream as she struggles to get out of Iku's hold. But his grip is like iron.
"WHAT THE HELL?! TAZ!" Yuria screams, "LET ME GO!" She hits Iku on the arm. Iku sighs, "Relax. Since she's a demon, she'll live." Iku shrugged, now dragging her away with Hayato following behind him, grumbling, rubbing his arms.
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Taz's world was spinning before she landed hard on the ground. She heard a crack from her back and she was in the ground. Her eyes were half-lidded as she was sprawled against the ground.
"Ugh...I got to get back.'
'Pup! Don't worry! I will get you back!' Kinie yelled. A kinfolk is conjured and takes Taz in her arms. It runs through the forest, trying to make its way to the campus. Soon, Miko arrives at the campus and sees Yuji, Megumi, Nobara, and Kisho, gasping as she got off her shikigami badger with tears in her eyes, telling them the situation.
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Pretty good answers! :D
1: since being half-aliens, have they ever been treated “differently”? (Like the x-men/mutants in marvel)
2: how did they get into Dragonball? I say Kon & Tim introduced it to them (plus Jon)
3: how does one become a member of the titans of tomorrow/Star Knights?
4: what’s their opinion on the Netflix adaption of avatar the last airbender?
5: what’s their bedrooms look like? (I know Jake’s)
6: what does the members of titans of tomorrow/starknights look like? (Besides the duo & mar’i) do you use canon appearances?
Thanks Man, it’s really appreciated @pin-crusher2000 👍
1) While on the whole the two are respected quite well and even have some popularity at their respective schools, even now and then, especially in their earlier elementary school days, they would get picked on by some bullies for their little quirks as pertained by their origin points. Sure when in the field as heroes they can get intense scrutiny and even some bigotry based on their alien and technically mutant trait, it’s not really a thing that truly affects them as they’ve faced it beforehand and it really doesn’t matter as much as their real angsts in life
2) Oh my beyond doubt it was Kon and Jon to an extent that introduced the Duo to Dragon Ball, mainly after Jon got a manga volume of the original series when he was shopping for Naruto ones. Chris was interested in it so Jon went ahead to get it for his big brother and shortly then Jake looked up the original series online and once the two were able to sit and watch the series from there, the Duo’s fandom began in earnest.
3) Initiation comes with first proving yourself a trustworthy, reliable and honest type of hero that wants to hang out with them, basically earning their friendship which isn’t too hard. Honestly, both teams aren’t necessarily strict nor they ever relied on tests or the like unless the newest recruit requests them. That being said if you wanna be a true permanent member a lot faster for the StarKnights in particular, you are dared to spend a day wearing a blue and pink tutu and later last through eating there entire bowls of Brussels sprouts.
4) At first Chris and Jake were genuinely enthusiastic as the look of the show and the effects promised something that would be faithful in its own way to the show that started it all. Overtime though with each new announcement made to change the story and character details which are true deviations from the source material, that enthusiasm quickly gave way to caution and weariness. They can only hope it’s not as bad as that live action movie which was the first attempt at adapting that show.
5) I picture Chris having redwood hardwood floors couple with orange carpets and rugs laid out all over, his Queen sized bed next to the window, two glass sliding doors for his closet, a small two shelves dresser next to said bed, drawers and cabinets on the opposite side of the bed which on top of one is his TV and video game consoles, his action figures, and even a Straight Ally flag. At one empty corner would be his electric Bass Guitar and inside the closet and dresser are his comic books. Finally in the bed itself, he has a grey and white comforter which is topped by his favorite Sky Blue Blanket with an S Shield on it.
6) Well, for Jasper Logan in particular since he’s an OC created by an old mutual of mine and a fan art, this link here should help you get a visual on what he looks like
Otherwise, fudging with the ages a bit, the StarKnights and the Titans of Tomorrow have their physical appearances based on canonical forms. Only tiny change I can think of being for Irey and Jai having Dark Yellow and Lime Green respectively as part of their super suits to help distinguish them.
#chris kent#jake grayson#starburst duo#dragon ball#connor kent#jonathan samuel kent#avatar#Jasper Logan#team StarKnights#titans of tomorrow
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aaaaaaa I’m hanging in there as best I can-- also aaaa sorry for the lac of posts!! I’ve been so busy with life and trying to get part two of Bits and Pieces done aaaaa--
AAAAAAA Its almost done!! I got all of the line art done and it just needs to be colored!!
AAAAAAA I ONLY HAVE 8 CANVASES LEFT IM GOING AS FAST AS I CAN AAAAA---
@immortalwithoutaname (Comic in question)
XD Well we’ll see what it ACTUALLY is in a future comic.. :}}
(Also thank you! I’m glad you liked it! :}})
I have a comic planned that will address Roxy and Chica’s rocky relationship. So you’ll find out then!
(Comic in question)
Actually.. The Daycare Attendant never came back.
In the story he did go to an employee the next day. But they told him the same thing. “We cant find anything wrong with you, so go back to work”
Sunny knew they were full of crap. So he figured to keep everyone safe.. He would keep the lights on at all times and not leave the Daycare until he could fix himself.
..A few months have gone by now, and he still hasn’t left the safety of the Daycare.
..DJ’s worried sick.
I never really cared for it too much. That’s mostly why I made Sunny/Moony one person in my AU.
Having them be two separate characters sharing one body just got confusing. And I couldn’t see a reason why Fazbear Entertainment would want to have a dual AI animatronic like that.. So I just made him 1 person.
Also aaaaaaa nooooo my Gravity Falls art ehk--
My Chica’s eyes are almost identical to her “infected” eyes. The infected eyes are a bright toxic purple while her normal eyes are like a soft purple-ish pink.
@waffleking193 After part 2 of “Bits and Pieces” comes out, I plan to take the time to flesh out my AU and really organize the timeline.
If I decide to keep the part where Chica gets crushed by the trash compacter thingy, she will not have been lured in by Monty Mix. She would have been lured in by a pizza.
Because in my AU, its just food in general that Chica wants to eat. And Pizza is the thing she is most consistently recognizes.
I hate it :/
Nothing against Jack Black and Chris Pratt, but I really hate them for the voices of Mario and Bowser. And although I haven’t heard the voices of the other characters, I imagine I’m gonna hate them too.
Kamek’s voice was alright though, and Toads could’ve been worse. But I just couldn't get over Mario and Bowser.
The ONLY way I will be 100% fine with Mario is if they go with the Storyline of Mario being some random guy from Brooklyn or something that got transported into the mushroom kingdom. If they try to sell him as Italian I will be ANGRY
Also there’s nothing you can do to make me like Jack black as Bowser, I just keep hearing Po from Kung fu Panda. When ever Bowser talks he loses all of his intimidation.
Uhg and I bet they’re gonna make Bowser witty and quirky and the awkward comic relief character and whatever instead of the intimidating ruler that he is.
aaaaa other than the animation I’m so disappointed and have no hooopeeee
XD I saw the results. Honestly not surprised in the slightest that Sans won.
In all honesty, if Sans was in the poll and DIDN’T win? I would be shocked and super confused. XD
Tbanks bro
Oh gosh eww you found my Gravity Falls content oh no--
Anyway although I still ADORE that show and all of its characters, I haven’t drawn Gravity Falls stuff in a long time :/
*Part 3 --
And maybe! I haven’t forgotten about it. Just hit a brick wall in the planning process and am still sitting on it :/
@ar1-thecat
I have SO many things I wanna draw like Mario and Luigi brother stuff and Sky OCs and Splatoon OCs and Kirby OCs but I REALLY want to wait until part 2 of “Bits and Pieces” is done before I draw all that but life keeps getting in the way and I keep getting busy and keep getting really tired and unmotivated to work and I wanna play slime rancher 2 and Pokémon legends Arceus and Splatoon 3 and Sky but I gotta wait until part 2 is done but life keeps getting in the way and I keep getting busy and I k
They probably wouldn’t tease Freddy about being Gregory’s dad/Freddy adopting him. Since Freddy, being a robot, standing in for a human parental figure doesn’t really.. compute for them.
BUT, they would definitely tease Freddy for being Gregory’s “favorite”. :}
@sighlentknight
They have not, but they have heard of her. Gregory told them both all about her and what happened when he came to the Pizzaplex that night.
They do not like Vanessa.
@hugsandchaos
@blue0fox Awww! Thank you! I’ve never gotten a compliment on my Gregory before! <:’DD 💗
@milk-post oooo those are good ideas! :0
@hugsandchaos I always imagined that Kwazii turned away from his life of pirating by choice. I favor of being a lieutenant on the Octopod and helping sea creatures. As to how he did all that I have no idea--
Also somewhat unrelated but I liked to imagine that Calico Jack was proud of Kwazii for his decision, despite being all about that pirate life. I imagined that he would talk to Kwazii and be like.
“Just look at ya lad. Dedicatin’ yer life to helpin others. Yer really somethin Kwazii. Yer the best of all of us.” 😭
XD Spoiler alert, yes, Emmet will be fine. I’m not THAT cruel XD
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