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darkbluekies · 1 year

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The witty and uncanny: the outtakes

Yandere!doctor OC x reader x mafia!yandere OC

Summary/AN: I had written this, but thought that it was a direction that didn't fit the story, that it spiraled a bit, so I abandoned this and wrote the one in the series ... but I thought that I could share this too!

Warnings: yandere duo, kidnapping, unhealthy relationships

Part 3

Silas runs into the room an hour later, blood covering his neck and black shirt.

“What happened?!” Dr Kry gasps.

“Shit happened”, Silas answers while panting and hurries over to you.

Dr Kry steps in front of him.

“Stop”, he warns Silas. “Don’t touch them. What is going on with you?”

“My enemies know that Y/N is here”, Silas sighs heavily, running his hand through his hair. “And if you don’t want Y/N, yourself, me and everyone around to die, you better fucking help me transport Y/N to my house.”

Dr Kry widens his eyes. He swallows hard, looking around in the room, hesitating, debating.

“How long do we have?” he asks carefully.

“Twenty minutes at most”, Silas says. “We have to move. Now.”

“Alright, alright.”

Dr Kry grabs his bag and shoves some pills, syringes and other necessities he thinks he might need to keep you in check, removes the mask from your face and lifts you up in his arms. Your head automatically falls onto his broad shoulder.

“Let’s go”, he says, stressed out of his mind.

He usually stays calm in pressured situations, but when it involves you, he feels like a beginner again. Not a professional.

The two of them hurries down to the parking lot.

“Where’s your car?” Silas asks.

“My car?” Dr Kry scoffs. “Why my car?”

“Because I can’t use mine?” Silas asks as if that was obvious. “They’ll know it’s me and then we’re already doomed.”

“Fine, it’s this way.”

They hurry over to the white car in the corner of the parking lot. Silas opens the back door for the doctor to place you down on the backseat. Dr Kry jumps in beside you while Silas moves over to the driver’s seat. The doctor holds your body in his embrace, his arms working better than a seat belt — in his opinion. He caresses your hair softly.

It doesn't take long before you open your eyes and find yourself in a totally different location than before. Your entire body freezes before harshly trying to push whoever is holding you away.

"W-Where am I?" you stutter. "Let go of me!"

"Y/N, it's us", Dr Kry answers calmly and strengthens his embrace to keep you in place. "No need to be afraid. We're on our way to Silas’s house since he released his location at the hospital."

Silas house?! Flashing images of the basement fill your mind. You can still feel the hard stone floor under your ass from all the time you've spent there.

"No!" you burst out and start to fight against Dr Kry. "I don't want to go there!"

"I've started to like you better when you're asleep, little thing", Silas mutters over his shoulder. "I'm not going to put you in the basement — because I'm guessing that's why you're getting all worked up — if you stay calm. Don't yell, don't hit or kick and don't try to do something stupid. Got it?"

You gulp and nod. The doctor notices how you shrink into a ball.

"You can't talk to them like that", Dr Kry says.

"We're no longer in your hospital", Silas says. "Out in the real world, I'm in charge. And I discipline Y/N how I want. Unlike your method, mine actually works."

Dr Kry glances at you. You've curled up beside the car door, hugging your legs close to your body. Tears are running down your cheeks and you have to bite down on your lip to stay silent. He reaches out to caress your hair, but you flinch away. Silas grins in the rearview mirror.

For the entirety of that terrifying drive, you sit in silence, remembering all the horrific things that occurred in Silas’s house before you eventually ran off. Should you try to make a run for it? You could get away … buy if they catch you you'll go down to the basement. That's a place you want to avoid at all costs.

"Okay, jump out", Silas says after parking the car.

Your hand trembles as you open the car door. Slowly, you step out. The gravel feels harsh and unwelcoming under your feet. A cold breeze runs past you. You hug yourself to create some kind of warmth, but when only wearing a loose, flimsy hospital gown, you can't.

"Let's get you inside", Silas says and wraps his arm around your shoulders. "You must be cold."

Dr Kry stops and looks at Silas’s dark facade. He can't tell if the actual structure is black or if it's so dark that it blends into the night. After a few seconds of thinking, he hurries after. Inside, the house looks like any other house Dr Kry’s been in. The only difference is the lack of personality but maybe that's all that can describe Silas.

You're led upstairs. Silas notices how you try to force your heels down into the floor, but his grip on you is stronger. Dr Kry walks behind you, leaving you no exit. The two men follow you into the bedroom. All will power leaves you the second you see the bed you used to share with Silas. The chains by the bed makes your stomach turn. Silas walks over to them, picking them up.

"Silas, please …", you whisper, frozen in place as you desperately shake your head. "I'm not going to move. I'll stay, I promise."

"I want to believe you, baby", he sighs and hugs you, sighing when you break down in tears for what feels like the hundredth time this day. "I really want to. But the last time you ran away from me, I thought I'd die! I really need you, sweetheart and I can't let that horrible night happen again. I can't let you hurt yourself like you did that night. I hated to see you in that hospital bed when I arrived. You looked horrible. And then you disappeared from me again … I was so fucking worried."

Somehow you agree. That night brought Dr Kry into the picture and made everything so much more complicated.

"Please", you sob desperately.

Silas thinks for a while before he looks at Dr Kry who nods.

"Okay", Silas says and secures your head into his chest. "No chains."

Your entire body relaxes in relief.

"Give him a hug for being generous", Dr Kry smiles halfly with his arms crossed.

Your arms lock around Silas’s well built body. Silas gives him a surprised look and Dr Kry smiles slightly, shrugging.

They tuck you in bed and walk out to give you some much needed privacy.

"I didn't know you could be human", Dr Kry says.

"Surprise", Silas says, glancing back to the bedroom door. "I really do love them, you know?"

"I thought you were just a sadist who wanted to hurt Y/N. That's how you come across."

"No. I could watch the world burn, but if anything seriously happened to Y/N I'd join in on burning it down." Silas leans his back against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest. "And why did you suddenly become nice to me in there? Was it just a show for Y/N so they'll choose you over me? In that case youre not much better than me."

"I changed my mind about you — but just a little bit. I still think you're an arrogant, narcissistic piece of actual shit … but I don't want Y/N to be scared … and if we fight it will only spiral."

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” Silas breathes out, turning to the door. “There’s a guest room for you down the hall. Get some sleep.”

With that said, Silas walks back into the bedroom and into the bathroom. He’s still covered in blood he doesn’t want anywhere near close to you. A smile tugs on his lips when he exits. He'll sleep with you again. It's soon morning hours, but to him it couldn't matter less. The only thing that's important is your body in his arms. He lies down, bringing your sleeping form closer. You fit so perfectly in his arms, it's such a shame that you don't see how perfect the two of you are together.

You wake up earlier than Silas the following morning. For a few moments, nothing comes to mind. Why are you back? Was everything a dream? Did you never escape? Did you never meet Dr Kry again? Did you never come between them? The bandages on your wrists tell you a different story — a real story.

Carefully to not wake Silas, you climb out of the bed and sneak out of the room.

"And where do you think you're headed?"

You're about to scream in surprise. You snap your head to your left, seeing Dr Kry sit in a chair in the end of the corridor with a syringe in his hands.

"Bathroom", you lie.

"I should come with you."

He's about to stand up.

"N-No!" you say quickly. "I'm okay. I won't hurt myself."

"Either let me come with you to make sure you'll be fine or don't go."

"Fine, I won't."

He smiles, exposing his pearly white teeth. "See? I knew you were lying. If you really needed to go to the bathroom, you'd do it even though you were uncomfortable." Dr Kry stands up, slowly walking over to you. "Where were you heading, little one?"

"Nowhere", you say through gritted teeth.

"Nowhere?" He chuckles. "That's a synonym for 'escape'."

"That wasn't said in any dictionary I read."

"Then you didn't read hard enough." He grabs your arm in a firm, but not painful grip. "Sit with me."

You flinch at your doctor's unusual boldness. He pulls you back to the chair, sits down and pets his thighs. You shake your head.

"If I were you, I'd sit", Dr Kry says, showing the syringe. "I don't want to use it unnecessarily, but I need to keep an eye on you. Please don't be difficult, my dear."

You sigh and sit down in his lap, body stiff and uncomfortable. He doesn't move, doesn't even look at you. You can tell that the hand holding the syringe trembles.

An hour later, the door opens and a tired looking Silas comes out.

"You little shit, Y/N", he yawns. "You gave me a heart attack when I didn't have you in my arms."

"And yet you're still breathing", you mutter under your breath.

"I heard that", Dr Kry says, tilting his head into the corner of your eye.

Of course he did.

"They did try to leave", Dr Kry says, squeezing the flesh of your upper arms. "Who knows what could have happened if I hadn't been sitting here."

Silas moves over to you and towers over you like a giant. With Dr Kry both behind — and practically under you — and Silas in front — and practically above you — you can't help but start to feel claustrophobic.

"Are you hungry?" Silas asks, tilting your head upwards by your chin. "Do you want some breakfast?"

"No", you respond.

"Huh, you seem feisty today too."

The men, deciding that it's too big of a risk for you to sit alone down in the kitchen, tie your forearms to the armrests. They're careful to leave that bandaged wrists alone. This way, you won't be able to push the food away or try to run away.

Dr Kry gets his mandatory cup of coffee while Silas rummages through the fridge. You can tell some of his men pass by the door, but none of them give you any attention. Their eyes sneak onto Dr Kry in curiosity, confusion and amusement.

"Here we go", Silas smiles and holds up a bowl of steaming porridge. "This should do the trick."

You've seen him prepare it, you've seen all the ingredients, yet you don't trust him.

"Open", Silas orders, holding a spoonful to your lips. He blows on it for a few seconds to make sure it won’t be too hot for you.

You turn your head away.

"Oh, so we're doing this again?" Silas says, nodding. "Okay, I see how it is. You want me to treat you like a child again. Here comes the airplane~"

You widen your eyes in disbelief, shock and pure embarrassment. Dr Kry snorts out a laugh behind Silas. With burning cheeks, you have no other choice but to open your mouth, scared to be embarrassed further. Bad idea.

“Hm, seems like you only respond when I baby you”, Silas smirks. “I’m starting to think that you want me to treat you like a little child, is that right?”

“No!” you growl.

“I’m just kidding, little thing. Open your mouth again, next bite.”

You shiver. You’re not sure, but he managed to mess it up. Salty — too salty — until the point where you need water. You manage to kick the bowl out of his hands. The porcelain shatters against the wooden floor and porridge splatters over the planks.

“I told you what would happen if you did something stupid, didn’t I?” Silas asks, dark eyes glowing dangerously.

Shit. You had totally forgotten that.

“S-Silas-”, you start in horror.

“‘S-Silas’”, he mocks you as he unties you. “You can’t ‘S-Silas’ your way out of this one. You might be very special to me, that’s why I have to do this. If I teach you not to get on my nerves, you’ll less likely get hurt, don’t you understand that?”

You beg and plead and cry and scream, but Silas’s have turned off his ears.

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hellbornsworld · 7 months

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jiminiereads · 9 months

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fic recs: bts ii

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isabella-kr · 1 year

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Just read your reassurance fic and fuckin loved it. Absolutely feral for price rn. Not sure if you're still open for requests, but i am a strong believer that price gives the best hugs, holds you to his chest for comfort, problemsolving kinda hugs, but maybe something happened and now its oc/reader's time to return the favour.

This is the first time I've ever made a request so hope I did it right lol. basically I'm starving for fluff. maybe a bit of hurt/comfort.

Thank you so much for requesting!! I'm so glad you liked it!! I agree, he definitely gives incredible hugs and I would kill to experience them at least once. I hope you don't mind, but I made this an F!reader because you didn't specify and it's what I find easiest; however, if you'd like me to change this to gender neutral, let me know and I will edit this :))

Out of Your Control

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Synopsis: After a mission gone awry, Price can't help but blame himself for everything that had gone wrong. Hugs won't solve the problem, but they will definitely help ease his nerves.

Pairing: John Price x Female!Reader (Hints of an established relationship)

Genre: Angst & Fluff / Hurt & Comfort

Warnings: Swearing, self-blame, Price cries, reader cries, use of ‘sweetheart’ and ‘love’

Word Count: 2k

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The mission was a disaster.

Everything that could have gone wrong, went wrong. It was as though the enemy was expecting them, and decided to make his defence ten times stronger, quicker, and more ruthless. It was clear that the mission was doomed for failure from the start, but they prevailed nonetheless; eager to complete their task.

The place was swarming with soldiers who were armed with weapons from head to toe. So were they, but no matter how armed their Squad seemed to be, the enemy soldiers had twice as many guns, and twice as many blades. They were like flies on a hot summer’s day, doubling at speeds that didn’t seem humanly possible, and before long, they were surrounded from every corner.

Their hushed voices rang out through the comms as they considered their next course of action. Yet as Price was about to tell them to retreat - to evacuate because there was no way they would come out if this mission alive – it was already too late. Loud sirens rang out in their ears, and the rapid sounds of stomping boots made the hairs at the back of all their necks stand up. It went south too quickly for them to even attempt to deescalate the situation.

Bullets rained down like hail, and it didn’t take a genius to know they would not be getting out of this scot-free, and none of them did. Some of their injuries were worse than others, but they all looked equally beat up, as though they were on the brink of death.

It was barely an hour later that they were sat in the medical bay, with nurses and doctors running around them like headless chickens. Their frantic movements and hushed whispers made her head feel like a balloon ready to be popped, and she could only assume the others felt the same from the way their faces scrunched up with discomfort.

Price was nowhere to be seen, having ran out the moment the nurses told him he was free to go. The Captain’s injuries weren’t as severe as the others, and that only seemed to worsen the guilt he was already feeling.

It was Soap who looked the worst out of all of them, like Death himself was about to knock on his door and take him away. Yet somehow, with half of his face turned purple, and his left eye swollen shut, he still managed to send her a sweet smile the moment their eyes locked together.

She sent him a sympathetic glance in return, hissing and flinching when a bullet was suddenly extracted from the flesh of her thigh. She almost glared at the doctor who pulled the metal out of her, but stopped herself when an anti-septic was wiped over the open wound, and another wave of pain made an anguished groan leave her throat. She could only sigh and wait for this to be over; to finally leave and get some time for herself.

“Take this,” a nurse spoke with a sweet smile, giving her three small pills and a cup of water. Once she downed the medicine and emptied the small, plastic cup, the nurse nodded, “Good. Now, you get some rest, alright? You need it.”

“Thank you,” she nodded, plopping down from her bed to leave the stuffy room. She winced with every limped step she took, but decided she would rather suffer than spend the night in the medical room because of a non-fatal injury.

She wasted no time before making her way over to her room, welcoming the familiar smell with a smile on her face. The material that was soaked with her sweat and blood was pulled off her tired body, and soon replaced with something more comfortable. The new clothes were soft to the touch and didn’t stick to her bruised skin, making her sigh out in relief. She decided to wear something that would cover her up entirely, not out of modesty, but to hide the injuries from the captain’s guilt-filled eyes.

After leaving her room and making another stop to brew two cups of tea, she began making her way down a long corridor. It didn’t take her too long to arrive at Price’s office, though the wound in her thigh definitely slowed her down somewhat. His door seemed to be locked shut, for when she pressed her elbow against the handle, it didn’t budge.

With a small sigh, she knocked on the door with the rip of her boot, and waited for the door to be opened. Yet no sound came from inside the room; no gruff voice telling her to piss off; no sound of papers rustling, and no heavy footsteps making their way across the room.

She exhaled sharply, eyes closing as she kicked the door harder than before. Some of the tea trickled down from the mugs, the steaming hot liquid burning the skin of her finger. She ignored the burning sensation, instead focusing on the man who she knew was on the opposite side of the door.

“Sir, I need to speak with you,” she spoke out loud, hoping the sound of urgency in her voice would get him to open up. But alas, the silence continued. “Captain-” she looked around her, making sure there was no-one there to hear her next words, “John… please let me in.”

That seemed to get him moving, as only a few seconds passed before the door was pulled open. She walked in without waiting for permission, and placed the two hot mugs on his desk. Her eyes were quick to notice the scattered papers on his desk, his handwriting turning frantic on some of them.

Her eyes soon settled on the bearded man who walked around the desk and sat down in his chair. He had a blank look in his eyes, and she slowly sat down on the chair on the other side of the desk. She moved one of the mugs closer towards him, but he made no attempt to reach for it. His eyes didn’t even glance down to look at it.

“John,” she spoke slowly. Softly.

He didn’t look at her, and she swore his eyes were avoiding eye contact at all costs. There was a dark bruise forming on the apple of his left cheek, the skin turning a dark purple, mixed with a sickly yellow. A deep gash also decorated his clavicle, the skin red a raw, yet the wound was not deep enough to require stitches.

She could feel her heart break into a million pieces at the sight of his hopeless state. “John,” she whispered once again, “…sweetheart.”

This time, his eyes moved to look into hers. They were glazed over, and she could tell he was close to cracking, the guilt eating him up alive.

“This wasn’t your fault, John,” she told him with a shake of her head.

He let out a humourless laugh. The type of laugh that told her just how deep in despair he was. “Yeah, it was. I should’ve known better.”

“John, no.” She disagreed, “You couldn’t have predicted this.”

“No, but I should’ve been ready for it,” he argued, “I should’ve been prepared for things to go wrong.”

“And you were,” she spoke softly, “But we were all taken by surprise. None of us could have known this was going to happen. No matter how prepared we could have been. No matter what you think you could’ve done, we were simply too outnumbered.”

With a tilt of his head, he exhaled sharply, “This was supposed to be an easy mission. In and out.”

She nodded in understanding, “And it would’ve been if the information you were given was correct,” she pointed out. “This one was out of your hands, John.”

He shook his head in disagreement, hie eyes trained on the ceiling as if it was the most interesting thing in the room. With a small wince, she pushed herself off the chair and walked over towards him. Her fingers curled around his jaw and she moved him so that his eyes were locked with hers.

“John, what matters is that we’re all alive.” She told him, “You’re fine. The boys are fine. I’m fine. We’re all okay.”

With a blank stare, his hand moved to her thigh and applied some pressure in the exact spot where the bullet had penetrated her skin. He didn’t do it hard, in fact, he barely touched the area. Yet despite all that, she felt like a thousand needles were stabbed into her sore skin at once.

She choked at the pain that travelled through her body, and her hand instinctively pulled his away. He stared at her with a look that told her he did not believe a word she just told him. How could he when the soft, and otherwise welcome gesture caused her so much pain.

“You don’t sound fine to me, love.”

“John.” She scolded, “This isn’t something that’s never happened to me before. I’ve lost count of how many times I got shot, and I’m sure you have too.”

He didn’t respond to the accusation, his eyes only closing in shame. With a small, yet deep sigh, she managed to pull him towards her. The non-bruised side of his face was pressed against her chest, and her arms wrapped securely around him. The palm of her left hand cradled the back of his head, whilst the other moved to rub comforting circles on his shoulders.

“I know you won’t believe me,” she whispered, “But none of us blame you. Not Ghost, not Soap, not Gaz, and most definitely not me”

Upon hearing her words, he wrapped his arms around her torso and pulled her even closer to him than she was before. A small whimper left his lips, and he moved his face so that his nose was pressing against her. She moved down, carefully not to startle him, and kissed the crown of his head. She kept her face there, only tightening her hold around him when his body began to shake; the dam which he had built breaking into pieces as he allowed his emotions to flow freely.

His tears soaked through her shirt, and the situation made her own eyes well with tears. She didn’t care when they began to roll down her cheeks, or when his fingers clenched around the material of her shirt and pulled on it. She only cared that he finally let himself feel, without shoving his emotions away until they became unbearable.

“We would never blame you for this. Sometimes things are out of our control, okay?” She hummed against him, “There’s no point in beating ourselves up over it. It’s in the past. We can’t change it, so let it go. Please, just let it go.”

A sob wrecked through his body, and his fingers let go of her shirt to dig into her skin. He managed to nod against her, and she felt as though a weight had been lifted off her shoulders. She knew the guilt had not fully left him, and that they still had a long way to go, but this was progress. She was just glad he was willing to try and move past it, and no matter how long it would take him, she would remain by his side the entire time.

She would wrap her arms around him and hold him close as he let the tears flow freely, just as he had done for her so many times before. She would hold him for as long as he needed her to, even if her arms began to ache, she would keep her arms wrapped securely around him.

“Just please…” she sniffled, “Don’t beat yourself up over this. We’re all going to be fine. Nothing a little rest and some medicine can’t fix.”

“And some stitches.”

“Yeah,” she let out a small laugh as her lips pressed against his hair once more, “And some stitches.”

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masked-and-doomed · 6 months

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NEW ME NEW INTRO!!

Hello, I'm Kat/Kats (or Yomotsu), I had a blog previous to this but I accidentally deleted it! It went by the same url as now, "yomotsu-hirasaka". If you've followed me in the past and now just finding my blog again, apologies! I had like 20-ish mutuals and 130~ followers so. Yeah sorry about that.

Discord: thatonekats

👆 just in case. Tumblr explodes. Talk to me if you wanna ig (I am not good at conversing. So. Keep that in mind.)

Suspected BPD, have been diagnosed autistic. I will feel things very intensely either forever or feel nothing about it in the next hour max. You may see vague vent posts. Every now and then. Check the tagging system to block em out.

I am deeply in love and sickly affectionate for 4 men. They're my boyfriends, girlfriends, besties- our relationship? Is uhh whatever man. It's love. It's love. (Also not the best fathers but hey I take what I can get)

First two being Yomotsu Hirasaka (pfp), and Takao Hiyama. They are my most intense hyperfixation of 2 years.! They are from Mirai Nikki/Future Diary. An anime/manga which I don't really like.

The next beloved is Pocketcat! He is from Fear and Hunger. He's. A silly :) There's so much intrigue of him aaaghhh ough he is so sad.

Last one !! Faust. From Guilty Gear. He's a. He's somebody. Got him on Valentine's Day. He makes me a different kind of ill. Alas, this doctor cannot cure me.

They're 💙 just like me fr. I love them. URL is them btw. Masked men, doomed.

(comfortable with sharing and gushing together with everyone. I don't mind if you send or @ me in stuff that has Faust shipped with someone, (I like appreciating art of Faust in any form :] ) just know I'm uncomfy with all Faust ships except Happy Chaos)

I do block on some criteria but I will not disclose it. So, you may get blocked by me for something, and you will never know. (Followers only)

(if we're mutuals and you block me, I'd like to know the reason why. Not a requirement.)

Yayaya tagging system time!

#ah rambling - general yapping tag

#[MN/funger] rambling - ramblings of MN or funger

#[MN/funger] bangers - memes/shitposts of that fandom

#oc time - posts about the little OCs I have

#unnamed girlie - posts about my self insert. (UG for short)

#guy in my head - headcanon posts

#doodle tag - stuff not high effort enough to put into my art blog goes here

#reblog moment - reblogs! So you can filter them out

#lovesick - yandere / obsessive behaviour

#gatito - kitty tag.

#belalang beloveds - grasshopper tag. Belalang is grasshopper in Malay :)

#art save - images I wanna draw (typically memes I wanna draw with my guys)

#art reference material - reblogs of posts with helpful art stuff

#general reference material - reblogs of posts with whatever that isn't art. Not really 'general' perse but I don't have another word

#epic meowtual art - art by the meowtuals!

#ask game - reblogs of ask game posts

#ask game answer - answers to asks abt the ask game

#hello asker - ask tag

#tag game - reblog of posts that are meant to have you tag other ppl to continue the chain

#negative. And #/negative are used for vent posts. Make those sometimes.

#hxrny aroace on main - (mind the x) epic posts where I feel feelings for some characters (carnally)

#fanfic shit idfk - posts related to fanfics I'm reading (or something like that)

#shit I send to fictional guy - posts I'd send to fictional characters. Will prob have their name tagged too.

#unnamed oc core - wow it's just like him fr. Many things will be tagged this btw. They are not okay. (Same person as UG jsyk)

#pocketkitty - for posts I don't want in the pocket.cat tag or reblogging posts that are like pocket.cat. (only applies to him everyone else gets tagged with their name in posts that are like them)

#robot nephew - similar to pocketkitty just that it's. Mr robo.t K.y

#silly doctor man - I fell into gui.lty g.ear and now I'm in love with this bozo. When I don't want it to be in the main tag. Yes like pocketkitty and robo bo.

#mister omelette - guy that asks which came first the chicken or the egg. Answers himself, it's omelette.

Liveblog tags:

Guilty gear: #pride in my gears: sign, #pride in my gears: rev

Tag me in stuff you think I like!! I don't mind! Or like tag games .

@katsdoodles - art blog/archive.

There's also a *cough cough* side blog. For degenerate thoughts of mine. If you want it just give a DM ig.

That's all for now!! Have fun!!

#intro post

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doodleferp · 11 months

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I want what they have.

#my art #art by doodle #grace arellano #doctor doom #cosmic doom #victor von doom #doctor doom x oc #marvel #marvel comics #marvel oc #marvel comics oc #woc oc #sketch #sketches #digital sketch #canon x oc #victor von doom x oc

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fereinsm · 1 year

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Overhaul/Update version for one of my proudest works, a main cover art(?) for my little project call Robotnik AU.

Characters list:

Upper row/section (above Movie Eggman's hands), from left to right: - Sonic.exe (the utmost terrifying OC/FC from the creepy pasta thingy) - Queen Boom Boo, Merc version (OC/FC made by Dan-Habiki/@Dan_Daymaker) - King Boom Boo - Lah - Su & Uh - Shadow the Hedgehog (Team Dark) - Rouge the Bat (Team Dark) - E-123 Omega (Team Dark) - Dr. Eggman Nega - Doctor Albert W. Wily (Megaman, Archie comics) - Honey the Cat - Breezie the Hedgehog - Bocoe & Decoe + Bokkun - Dark Oak/Lucas - Dark Queen/Merlina - Erazor Dijinn - Coconuts - Scratch & Grounders - General Helmut Von Stryker - Anton Veruca (Shogakukan magazines) - Junior Robotnik - Captain Whiskers & Johnny - Opal the Jellyfish (Pirates of the Setting Dawn) - Dive the Lemming (Pirates of the Setting Dawn) - Blade the Shark (Pirates of the Setting Dawn) - Captain Shellbreaker (Pirates of the Setting Dawn) - Mr. Bristles the Yeti Crab (Pirates of the Setting Dawn) - Mephiles the Dark - Silver Sonic - Dark Enerjak (Knuckle) - Nazo (appeared in Sonic X's last teaser) - Eggette/Omelette Robotnik (famed OC/FC originally designed by Alpha Gamboa (blackbookalpha)) - Infinite the Jackal - Solaris - Black Doom - Eclipse the Darkling - Black Death - Dark Gaia (Perfect form) - Metal Sonic - Iron Queen aka Regina Ferrum - Time Eater - Mammoth Mogul - Iron King aka Jun Kun - Imperator Ix - Wendy Naugus - Bearenger the Grizzly (Witchcarters) - Carrotia the Rabbit (Witchcarters) - Falke Wulf (Witchcarters) - Walter Naugus - Fleetway's Super Sonic - Shade the Echidna - Boomer Walrus aka Anti Rotor - Patch D'Coolette aka Anti Antoine - Princess Alicia Acorn aka Anti Sally

Middle section (below Eggman's hands), from left to right: - Speedy (both Pre and Post-Super Genesis Wave versions) - Sage - T.W. Barker - Dave the Intern - Sleet & Dingo - A.D.A.M. - E.V.E. - Lyric the Last Ancient - Zor - Zash (OC/FC made by @saccharinerose) - Zeena - Zazz - Zomom - Zavok - Master Zik - Agent Stone (Sonic movies 2020/2022) - Orbot & Cubot - Wes Weasely - Snively Robotnik - Dr. Robotnik (Sonic movies 2020/2022) - Thunderbolt the Chinchilla - Predator Hawk (Destructix) - Anti-Miles - Scourge the Hedgehog - Storm the Albatross - Wave the Swallow - Jet the Hawk - Rosy the Rascal - Sleuth "Doggy" Dawg (Destructix) - Sergeant Simian (Destructix) - Fiona Fox (Destructix) - Duck "Bill" Platypus - Bark the Polar Bear - Bean the Dynamite - Drago Wolf (Destructix) - Nicolette 'Nic' the Weasel - Razorclaw - The Foreman (Grandmaster) - Hugo Brass - Diesel - Flying Frog (Destructix) - Geoffrey St. John - Hershey the Cat - Nack the Weasel/Fang the Sniper (Team Hooligan) - Fleetway's Chaos (Darkon fish form)

Lower section, from left to right: - Dr. Finitevus - Grimer Wormtongue - Dr. Fukurokov - Dimitri the Echidna - Maw the Thylacine - Mecha Sally - Mecha Sonic - Mecha knuckle - Jackal Squad, named by Nibroc-Rock as Uno, Deux, Trois, Quatre, Cinq & Sei (Shadowy figures) - Kayseri Valaedshkova (OC/FC made by dirtthefox/@Its_Dima_V) - Strike (OC/FC made by @speedofsoundsketches) - Surge the Tenrec - Kit the Fennec - Sofia the Gorgon (OC/FC made by Sofia-MMD/@GorgonSofia) - Clutch the Opossum - Kaibette the Genet (OC/FC made by @kaibette) - Rough & Tumble the Skunk - Battle Lord Kukku XV - ***Mecha Robotnik - Akhlut the Orca (both Pre and Post-Super Genesis Wave versions) - Tundra the Walrus - Mordred Hood (drawn with @adokle's style) - The Foreman/Tassel boy (Post-Super Genesis Wave) - Mimic (the Mimic Octopus) - Byte the Goat (OC/FC made by @bunniibones) - Lightning Lynx - Iblis - Phage - Conquering Storm (Post-Super Genesis Wave) - Bride of the Conquering Storm (Pre-Super Genesis Wave) - Dr. Starline - Biolizard - Sigma (Megaman, Archie comics) - Axel the Water Buffalo - Abyss the Squid - Cyani the Cobra (OC/FC made by @bunniibones) - Cipher the Owl (OC/FC made by @bunniibones) - Bleak (OC/FC made by HT-Doodles/@HtDoodles) - Clove the Pronghorn (my top fav among all the characters here) - Cassia the Pronghorn - Lien-da - Chaos - Tikal the Echidna - Pachacamac - Gae-Na - Kragok - Thrash the Devil - Warden Zobotnik & Znively (Zone Cop) - Belinda & Charlie - Nephthys the Vulture - ??? (Behind Nephthys) - Trevor Burrow the Mole (Desert Raiders) - Sonar the Fennec (Desert Raiders) - Spike the Porcupine (Desert Raiders) - Razor the Shark - Queen Angelica - Rusty Rose - Robo Tails (Brain-washed, based on Sonic Lost World's designs) - Beauregard Rabbot - Jack Rabbit - Matilda the Armadillo - Zefir (my main OC/FC) - Gamer Deer (aka 'Aleko' the Northamer Guard or the 'Gamerdeerdude' by @adokle) - Zonic (Zone Cop) - Chesah the Tarsier aka No.29 (my OC/FC) - Sandy the Caterkiller (OC/FC made by @the-hydroxian-artblog)

For the Alt version: FeReinsm on Instagram: “Overhaul/update versions for one of my proudest works, a main cover art(?) for my lil’ project - Robotnik AU. For the 2nd and 4th pics…”

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autisticempathydaemon · 9 months

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Cu-wip-osity Tag Game~!

@gingerbreadmonsters, @zozo-01, @ejunkiet, @romirola, and @pinksparkl, I can't believe y'all would doom me and everyone here KNOWING that I got so much shit in my WIPs how could you do this to me I love you so much

rules: reveal the titles of the documents in your WIP folder and tag as many people as there are documents. let others ask questions about the ones that interest them, and post snippets or explain the contents as you see fit!

putting all those under the cut because I'm not playing about how many there are and some are gonna be nsfw

Multi-chapter Fics:

I know some people (they would die for me): A Prissy Cinematic Universe (PCU) fic where Vincent and William hate, threaten, and then learn to accept Christian as Alexis's boyfriend

close your eyes (I’ll keep you safe inside): A PCU AU (yeah it has it's own AU to the AU that's how in this I am) where Quinn is going after his exes and Alexis is one of them

in a sky full of stars (I think I see you): A Lasko x OC fic where Lasko is crushed on by a ditzy, bubbly Empathy Daemon from so close but so far

all on my own (I know that I'm no superman): A Darlin/Sam-centric AU of the Shaws as firefighters and the Solaires as doctors

in this kitchen, baking (what a mess I'm making): A Great British Bake Off AU formatted as a teleplay/script

me and you (if I get you in a soundproof room): An 18+ Hudson/Unempowered!Neighbor fic featuring voyeurism, exhibitionism, and mutual masturbation.

One-Shots:

these things eat at your bones (and drive your young mind crazy): A PCU fic where Marie meet Alexis and they have an interesting conversation about non-consensual turnings

getting red in the face (you can call me obsessed): A PCU fic where Christian gets jealous of the attention Alexis gets at an event where he's working security

into darkness (your mercy came): A PCU, Alexis & Sam fic with "You came." "You called." vibes

can you teach me (how to feel real): An Anton/Love fic figuring out what Love likes now that they're not obsessed about Marcus

don’t wanna sit still (look pretty): An 18+ Dead Dove: Do Not Eat President Moore/Freelancer fic featuring non-con and forced feminization

could nourish you (could sustain you): A Sadism's Hold!Ivan/Baby fic told in a series of meals

why don't we meet for a chat (the three of us): An 18+ Huxley/Damien/Gavin fic featuring bondage, cockwarming, and cuckolding

I'll teach you (everything I know): An Alexis & William fic telling their relationship in a series of Go games

I cannot explain to you in anything I say (or do or plan): A PCU text-fic where Angel asks Sam if Alexis can be added to the Mates group chat

mister sandman (bring me a dream): An 18+, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat Blake/Dreamer featuring non-con group sex and gaslighting.

I could never rescue you (no matter how I tried): An Alexis & Sam fic exploring atonement without apologies through actions and letters that will never be sent

all that we intend (is scrawled in sand): An Alexis-centric fic exploring the Maker/Progeny bond and her feeling Sam's love for Darlin vicariously

not a day goes by (that I'm not into you): A DAMN Polycule timestamp-fic exploring a day in their apartment

give me therapy (I am a walking travesty): An Alexis-centric fic of one of her therapy sessions

tagging: @dominimoonbeam, @taelonsamada, @horrorscoupes, @lovelylonerliterature, @k9rage, @bvbyphoenix, @letsmakeitwrite, @themonotonysyndrome, and anyone else who'd like to join!

#redactedasmr #redactedverse #redacted asmr #redactedaudio #redacted audio #redacted fanfiction #busybee writes

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demons2003 · 1 year

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Marvel Villians Masterlist

Red Skull/Johann Schmidt x Reader

You Hurt Me (ao3 link) Description: You knew Johann since you were little. You have been dating since you were 18. Everyone thought it wouldn’t last but it did. Then the war broke out and he wanted Hydra to be part of it. He wanted to control the world. What happens when you see differently than your lover?

You’re Hurting me Again Description: You were getting old and slowly dying. You’d spent most of your life away from good and bad but trouble always seemed to have followed you in your life. While lying on your death bed, with your son sitting by your side, an unexpected guest enters the room. Part 2 of You Hurt me

Doctor Octopus/Dr Otto Octavius x Reader

Falling For You (ao3 link) Description: You had been working with Dr Octavius for a few months. You had noticed something weird was going on with him and being a caring person you do what you always do and ask. When you go to ask him though you overhear a conversation that he has with Peter Parker.

TBD (Male Reader)

TBD (Female Oc and Male Reader)

Norman Osborne/Green Goblin x Reader

Family Friend Description: You’ve grown up with Norman, with him being so close to your family as well as you got older, his son being close with your nephew.

Killgrave x Reader

TBD

Doctor Doom x Reader

TBD

Otto Octavius x Norman Osborne

TBD

Doc Oc x She-Hulk

Mistake Description: Doc always had something for she-hulk. But what happens when she doesn’t want his attention on her.

All Characters

Preference (ao3)

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agomeangelcat · 6 months

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Sugar Plum.

A/N: I like to write when i sad...enjoy my silly oc.

Shipps: Oc x Canon, Oc x P.

Tw: My bad writing and cringe. My head hurts. Game spoilers.

The doors of the hotel open, to the new addition to the Hotel Krat, P father's Geppet's long-time rival.

A man with black hair, olive skin and green eyes like jade, who screamed Christmas spirit in all his essence, or that's what Gemini said, he had a supreme creation, a doll, a soldier, a protector, a Nutcracker that, unfortunately, had to be killed, the memory of Geppeto's Rival greatest creation still fresh in everyone's memory, including his niece.

The creator of the Nutcracker, the only big puppet that was not owned by Geppeto, Herr Drosslmeyer, was long data rival from Geppeto and the type that in addition to being intelligent, Drosslmeyer was kind, gentle, creative and even magical, since Geppeto's death, the automatons being born, were special and took over the hotel like a family, animals and even some toys, the hotel krat looks magical and full of life thanks to Drosslmeyer's extroverted manners.

P had constant visits to Drosslmeyer's office for concerts, check ups and some upgrades, and it was he who made P resuscitation possible.

The truth was, the Nutcracker's death was not done by P's hands, the Nutcracker was a mistake, a partnership doomed to failure, the Nutcracker was created by Drosslmeyer and Geppeto as a way to show that, in fact, they didn't they were rivals or enemies but business partners, something that was shown to be false as soon as the Nutcracker almost killed Drosslmeyer's niece, if it weren't for Drosslmeyer's automaton rats who saved her from being killed.

P knew this, since he got his humanity and saw Drosslmeyer as a mentor and doctor, it was inevitable that P, a hunter, would not see Clara, who is also a hunter, and the niece of the man who created the new puppets, Clara was responsible for the death of the Nutcracker, she killed her best friend because of the man P called father. Clara was extroverted, but not in the uncomfortable eay, she was almost a princess, but she held weapons instead of all the glamor of a princess, she had the nickname Sugar Plum, was nickname that everyone in the hotel gave her because the girl was always eating sweets or hungry for sweets.

P knew that of everyone at the hotel, Clara was the most full of life, she slid down the handrails, danced on the tables, stole sweets from the kitchen and P's favorite, danced alone in the ballroom, he loved the dance's spins and pirouettes that Clara practiced, and when he questioned Gemini, the little guy said that Clara was a ballerina.

Clara is good, never treating him as less or different because he was a puppet made by the man who betrayed her uncle, the young dancer was good, strong and great at making P's heart feel full of ticks and tacks, when she read books to him like a theater scene or put tiaras and clips in his hair to aplly make up on his face, according to her "he looks beautiful in makeup".

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Walking around the hotel in the early hours of the morning where everything was a sleep or almost everything, was always a different energy, P heard earlier before Clara's complaint to her uncle about how all her point shoes were worn out, and that Drosslmeyer would probably take a while to make new ones for his niece, looking at the box in P's hands near the door of the room, Clara's soft voice coming from the huge place, P feels a small spasm, even human when in moments like this he can't help but have spasms or be all messed up, Clara was beautiful, and everyone in the hotel seemed to know and talk about, not only a ballerina's physique, her brown eyes, dark skin and raven hair made her look like a doll made by the most prestigious sculptor, he didn't really understand humanity too well, but I knew beauty when he saw it.

Stopping in front of the open door of the ballroom, P watches Clara in a long strawberry print dress, Dancing around the room, the twirling dress making her float around her, the soft smile and the melody she hummed, P notices, she was barefoot, the sneakers must have gone bad or something. Clara ends her little dance roughly in perfect arabesque when she notices him standing in the doorway.

"Holy Rat King...P you scared me!!!!" P doesn't even move, the girl sighs, smiling softly, her hand on her chest to calm her heart from the fright, looking at the boy in front of her, Clara liked P's presence, he was a strange combination of serious and elegant with a playful boy who liked to play tricks. Noticing the comfortable silence between them, Clara's yellowish brown eyes look down at the box in P's hands, it was white with some pink stripes and an elegant pink bow and screamed sweetness.

"Oh, did you buy Sophia a present?...unfortunately she's not here...but she came to see me a few hours ago-" Clara stops talking when she sees Pinocchio approaching her, she wasn't blind nor was she knows that P's has some charm, hell, since they stepped into the hotel and her uncle brought P to life using blue magic, Clara always said how beautiful P was, not just physically, the puppet according to her was the only thing beautiful thing that Geppeto had lucky to create.

P was very close to her, too close, looking down at her, Clearly her face heats up, the yellow lights in the room make everything comfortable, P tilts his head to the side looking at the river of yellowish brown in her eyes, Caramel, P never really understood so well the reason for the nickname, but now, her eyes were Caramel.

"P? are you okay? are you hurt-" Again being interrupted, P extends the box to Clara, surprising her for a few seconds.

"Oh..Oh!....is it for me?" looking at him she touches the box with one hand and points to herself with the other hand, P smiles softly nodding positively, Clara can't help but admire him. Carlo and P were very different, but in a twins way, at the time Carlo was alive, Clara had a rivals relationship with Geppeto's son, but P, still had the same bite, but clearly it was as if P was more open to feelings than Carlo, which is ironic. Her uncle said: "Carlo liked you... but he didn't know how to show it, boys are stupid.".

She remembers when Carlo pushed her into the lake but she insisted on pulling him along, both wet and looking at each other with angry looks, breathing heavily, but Carlo had been the first to break eye contact, his face turning red, which at the time Clara thought was anger.

This time she was the one who looked away first, looking at the box and seeing how their hands were almost touching. P watches curiously, almost leaning in to catch her eyes again he almost pouts when the girl breaks the eye contact. Clara undoes the box's bow in his hands, carefully, the science was almost suffocating but not the bad kind, it was tension, a need for presence instead of words. The girl makes a surprised noise, and P observes every detail of her face with parted lips, so he looks at the contents of the box with her.

"...you...found..." A new, untouchable pair of point shoes, elegant and clean, smelling of lavender. She laughs, taking the shoes from the box and seeing that in addition to being her size, they were soft shade of purple not completely pink.

She looks at P with a giant smile on her face, a smile that he returns with the same enthusiasm, watching as she sits on the floor to put on the new sneakers, the box on the floor next to her, the prepayment for the sneakers, breaking, bending and straightening, P helps her to get up as soon as she finishes, extending his hands to her, and lifting the girl up without difficulty. Clara laughs, spinning around and testing her new pair of point shoes.

"That's perfect, how did you get this!? I thought they didn't have any more of it, and Uncle Drosslmeyer said it would take a while to make new ones!" Looking at him as P stands in the middle of the room and looking at her with the same intensity, P feels his insides heat up with her sweet, caramelized gaze.

P is almost flinches when the girl runs to him and hugs him, tight, but not only that, the Ghost of her lips on his neck.

"Thanks P...you're the best." P slowly returns the hug, it was strong, and the kind of hug that someone would die happy in, his face hidden in her neck, arms holding her back and waist, lifting her from the ground, Clara laughs at the sudden action and the laughter only increases when he twirl around with her on the tight hug, it was a new feeling, sweet as a Sugar Plum Fairy.

Drosslmeyer was not surprised to find his niece and P lying in the library sleeping with books around them, Clara with her head on P's chest and P looking almost human with his head on Clara's hair, and a small white mouse sleeping on the girls hand.

"...P can sleep now....what a shame your father didn't see what a gift you are." The older man covers them both with a soft blanket around them.

"Good night little sprouts"

#lies of p #oc x canon #P X oc #Pinocchio x oc #Lies of p x oc #original character #ballet

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lavenderkiyoko · 9 months

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▸ Pairing: unspecified male oc x female oc, not a reader insert

▸ Genre: angst no comfort

▸ Warnings: major character death, mentions of blood

▸ A/n: A small work that I wrote because I couldn't write my actual chapters for my book. Couldn't make it gender neutral because it was written with two specific ocs in mind.

Likes, reblogs and comments are appreciated.

"I feel tired," her voice sounded weak. She could feel a fishy taste rise up her throat as her eyelids started feeling heavy. 'This was it then', she thought.

Slowly, it was getting harder to hold herself upright as she danced the final dance with him. She knew that they'd end up in this way; either one of them being on the edge. They were doomed from the very beginning and shouldn't have crossed paths. Even with so many warnings and opportunities given to both to separate from each other, they insisted on continuing, knowing the end would be ugly for both. It's just, it wasn't decided that which of them would take the hit.

It was becoming apparent now as it was too late. This really was it; the end.

Still, she had a few couple minutes maybe and knowing there was no other way, she closed her eyes for a brief moment, accepting the reality. So, opening her eyes, she looked around the brightly lit ballroom where many others were dancing along with the music. How happy they looked, dancing without much worry or without feeling the heaviness of an impending sense of doom hanging on top of their heads.

Her lips gently curled up into a smile as she finally turned her head back to look at him for the final couple of moments left with him. Tears could be clearly seen clouding his eyes even when he refused to look at her, feeling a sharp pain in the back of his throat from guilt. It should have been him instead of her. He mentally cursed her for not letting him take her away to somewhere safe where they wouldn't have had this ending. However, her stubborn nature disagreed and now they were here, dancing in the midst of a ballroom, about to lose each other.

"Wouldn't you let me see your face for this one last time," she asked in a meek voice that wavered due to her own emotions. Not hearing any reply from him, she put her head against his chest, trying to find comfort in his heartbeat and calm herself.

"Why would you want to see the face of someone who caused you this?"

The fishy taste grew stronger as she could feel the blood rise up her throat faster. If it hadn't been for him holding her tightly, she would have fallen down as she felt her slowly losing her strength to even stand. Determined to not leave without looking at each other, she backed up a bit and with a great amount of effort lifted her hand to cup his face and make him face her.

Feeling her weak and soft hand against his cheek, he couldn't resist her. The moment he looked at her, the first drop of tear fell from his eyes. She looked so frail. He wanted to pick her up and run to a doctor to save her but deep down both of them knew that it was too late for that now.

This time when she spoke up, her voice was barely audible as she finally coughed up mouthfuls of blood caused by the poison; the ultimate sign.

"Thank you for loving me. I hope we can meet in another life where this wouldn't be our ending." Even when saying this, her beautiful smile never left her face.

With this, she felt her consciousness slipping away from her as she leaned forward in his arms for the final time. He held her tightly as he let the tears fall from his eyes freely now. Falling on his knees with her in his arms, he shook her head gently with his one hand once before cradling her figure close to him and letting all his emotions out. He screamed aloud in the middle of the ballroom gaining attention from everyone around him.

Not caring about anyone, he wailed out loud as he rocked back and forth while continuing to cradle her body and cursing the stars. Everyone else could just watch in silence as they knew the couple's ending too but none could have interfered as the ones to give the orders were not only his parents but also the rulers of the country.

Star crossed lovers

(adj)

refers to any lovers whose affection for each other is doomed to end in tragedy.

#optional bias x reader #optional bias imagines #angst #writing #star crossed lovers #star crossed myth #oc x oc #kpop optional bias #kdrama imagines #ivyy writes

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002. Eileen. Now

My ask box is all crows now, huh? x)

(Asks from this ( x ) meme)

002 I Give me a character & I will tell you

• How I feel about this character

I like her, but for some reason I do not think all that often about her? She is just one of those characters who is so crucial for the story itself and for the lore that I kinda... stop noticing them and take them for granted? It is hard to explain. I feel like she could certainly use way more exploration with her backstory and depths of her personality and relationships - that includes me too! Basically I think I am not being fair on her myself because she is just as important as Maria, Adeline, Valtr, Fauxsefka, Gascoigne... you know, THE core cast.

All the people I ship romantically with this character:

Hmmm... I don't find Eileen very shippable, since her occupation suggests a great dose of emotional isolation. For all she knows, anyone she loves could go blood-drunk and she'd have to hunt them! I entertained the idea of the post-game scenario where she and Henriett raise the daughters of Gascoigne and Viola together now, but even in that case it'd probably work better as grandma + aunt taking care of them as a ship. I do think she used to see some women back in her youth, when she was just a student/doctor, even before the plague took her own place. Crack ship idea though - Eileen x Arianna! Thumbs up, thumbs down?

My non-romantic OTP for this character:

Not going to call ANY NAMES *cough coooooough*, but I think the mother-son reminiscent bond between her and the Crow of Cainhurst is the top tier of the headcanons! I remember ancient times when I thought that Eileen and Crow were not even that familiar, and instead he simply mimicked appearance of Hunter of Hunters to not get questioned when he kills a hunter (important for his goals), but I've changed my mind since then! Doomed mother-son bond for life!!

My unpopular opinion about this character:

Not really an opinion, but rather a pet-peeve. We know from the lore that there WERE other Hunters of Hunters before Eileen, and only one was appointed at the given time. Presumably, Crow of Cainhurst is an apprentice and that's it!

But at times I see takes that have Eileen as the one and ONLY Hunter of Hunters that ever was, who appeared long ago and was the one since Old Hunters prime...? Example off the top of my head - that one manga centering around Maria (that I never properly read...). You know, with gingerhead white-garb Adeline (just like miiiiiine!!), super sigma male asshole Laurence, Willem recognizing as the pope of the Healing Church before he yeeted... all that. Of course I am not saying to go and write several OCs, but... Eileen was not the only one, clearly... come onnnnn.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:

I want to see where Eileen's shack is at, so we know in what house to visualize her in the after-game events in which she totally doesn't die but simply retires because of health issues... She DEFINITELY just retires and simply stops fighting, right...? That's canon, you know? Of course you know that haha.,..

my OTP:

Again, I personally do not really have one that is romantic... I remember I used to be a big Eileen x Valtr stan, but that one indeed became platonic since then, especially since I shifted towards headcanoning her as a lesbian. However, as far as fan-stuff goes in general, I do support Eileen x Djura shippers! Very cool and based ship, definitely deserves its popularity! ...if 'popular content' and 'Eileen' are even compatible things fdanhfhds HELPPPP

my cross over ship:

Hmmm... None yet, however, I think in the crossover verse she'd be more likely to find love than in BB canon! I have a feeling that I'll find a great match for her somewhere in ER or DS, actually! .....yes, it has been far too long since I've touched any other universe besides Soulsborne...

a headcanon fact:

Like I mentioned in some other post, I think she was a student, learning to be a doctor! ...and then just a doctor. She wanted to stay in the university as a teacher, but could not stand aside when her place was plagued, and became a doctor! I do think her beak mask is the only thing remaining from the clothes in which she originally appeared in Yharnam!

Thank you for the ask!!!!

#bloodborne #eileen the crow #ask meme #ask replies #bloodborne headcanons #i am better not seeing how old some asks are....#why i am so bad at them argh #it is not something personal i am just booboo the fool and not very focused #(by not very i mean at all)

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The Stark Legacy (21)

Tony Stark's daughter (OC) x Bucky Barnes epic slowburn

Under, part of Book II: Mind (see previous or series)

Summary: Bucky is sedated while Samantha Stark replaces his arm. Doom shows up in Wakanda just as Tony phones in control of his suit.

Warnings for canon-level self-experimentation/medical testing and violence/action. Rated Teen/15+ ONLY, please. WC 2.8k

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE—February 2039

After every effort had been made to ensure he was relaxed, Bucky still felt uncomfortable. Sam had turned up the temperature in her lab, he was covered other than the top left of his torso and the nub of metal beneath his detached arm, and Sam had let him put on whatever music he wanted. While he would have preferred some jazz, the beat would have encouraged him to move, so he opted for classical instead. The tunes may have been soothing, but Sam’s very light, soft touch tickled.

“The scar tissue surrounding your shoulder…piece,” she mumbled, face close to his chest, “I have to make some measurements and re-graft that skin in the cradle. You won’t be awake for that either because—just sit still.” She looked up over her magnifying glasses. “I’m sure you’ve had enough experience being a lab rat.”

“Yes, I have.” He continued to watch her mark length and width of each scar he’d clawed into his own body in the few lucid moments he experienced before the Hydra brainwashing took hold. No one had ever offered to smooth them, heal them; at this point, Bucky thought his pain a simple, esthetic choice the Avengers could exploit when they needed emotional jaunts. He watched how meticulously she worked to perfect him, only after he’d asked to be made, well, normal. Every detail was calculated and thoroughly planned. She ensured as little need for his presence and time. She wasted nothing. Sam looked down when their eyes met briefly. “Are you nervous?”

The corner of her mouth twitched, her brows tightened, but Sam only shrugged.

Bucky continued to pry, gaging each micro-reaction carefully. “You aren’t exactly a doctor. You’ve never had a patient before.”

Sam’s expression was surprisingly blank before rolling over to type a few measurements, lowering her chin to hide her eyes. “You don’t pay attention as well as you think.”

Bucky balked, furrowing his own brows. “I don’t understand.”

“You wouldn’t be able to tell right away because of the clothes I wear,” she started casually, finger moving across a few lines of her notes, checking every word and formula against her screen. “I told you about the motorcycle accident, and you saw the scars. I also badly burned myself after Cooper’s wedding when Lucas…” Sam trailed off but continued with the clicks on her monitor. “There’s a regen-cradle in my room—“ her hand waved over to the corner “—and now I can replace your arm with vibranium-enhanced flesh, right?”

“Yes,” he allowed, but she said nothing further. She measured and typed intently. His eyes followed her hand back and forth, every movement of her fingers, her tendons, and then he really saw her hand, her arm, her shoulder until the strap of her tank top. No sleeves. There wasn’t a single mark, no faded scars, not a pucker from stitches. His mind had attributed the light clothing to her increase in the temperature for him. Why had he not realized before? “You did it to yourself,” he breathed.

“Well,” Sam frowned, “I didn’t replace my limbs, but I’ve been my own patient…of sorts.”

“Is it why you lost so much weight?” Bucky could see how thin her arm had become, and when he thought back to how full her face had been at the wedding, he saw a large difference in her cheeks and neck. Her collarbone seemed sharp and prominent now.

“Ongoing treatment,” Sam mumbled, still imputing measurements. A whirring noise started inside the cradle, and its mechanical arm ran a test cycle of movements.

Bucky watched Sam, so focused on working on him that she hadn’t touched whatever she was drinking when he’d arrived. The giant bottle contained what looked like one of her father’s smoothies but even thicker and more disgusting. Call me old fashioned, Bucky thought, but that’s not food and never will be. Sam must have seen him sitting with a sour face.

“Don’t worry, you don’t have to drink that. It’s not for you.” In fact, it was barely even for her now. The nutrition in place of the nutrient baths was not working. Sam knew her condition was deteriorating, but she kept telling herself she would fix it after Captain Barnes was complete. He was her most important project; he would prove so much to her and to the Avengers.

A few minutes more, and Sam wheeled back over to her patient. “You ready?”

Surprised by the lurch in his stomach, Bucky nodded. He didn’t know it was still possible for him to be anxious, excited even. In a few hours, the last visible reminders of his time with Hydra would be gone.

“Tony, that’s great, but we are kinda busy here,” Bruce prefaced his receiving of the data on Annihilus. The surrogate suit that relayed Tony’s movements from his headset in space squatted awkwardly in front of Dr. Banner because its controller was seated lightyears away. “That threat is on the other side of the galaxy. I’ve just had to send Falcon to Wakanda. It seems without the Fantastic Four, a man named Doom’s terrorizing North Africa.”

“Doom? Seriously,” Tony’s voice projected through the Iron Man suit in New York.

A few seconds later, Bruce shook his head. “Doctor Doom, actually, and this time I agree with you on the name. Victor Von Doom, meaning he is either DVD, or VVD, which sounds like a venereal disease—” Banner sighed, removing his glasses a moment. “Could you get back here, Tony? My brain hurts trying to think like the both of us. Your jokes are—”

“Hilarious,” Tony tried, standing back up.

“Terrible,” Bruce finished, launching an eyebrow up in concern, “and I believe your feed has a lag. Not surprising from outside the Solar System.”

“Then where am I the most useful? I’ve only got about two hours before the relay point has to change,” Tony checked the map on the monitor past his headset, a bright map showing his shuttle’s path in blue and the bouncing relays time coded by F.R.I.D.A.Y. in red and orange. “Then I’m dark again.”

“One-hundred and twenty-three minutes, Mr. Stark,” his system chirped.

Bruce shrugged, blandly ordering, “better hop your metal ass over to Wakanda then.” No sooner had Dr. Banner given him the instruction, Tony’s NY suit powered down, kicking on its automated, robotic return to the storage closet.

“Barnes!”

The banging on the door made Sam jump in her desk seat. “Shit,” she mumbled when Missy brought up the security pinpoint camera to show Princess Shuri in her full war gear.

“Samantha Stark, open this door!” The banging continued.

Sam glanced at the progress bar reading only 89% COMPLETE—it ticked to 90%. The banging stopped. She knew what came next; they’d just break the door down.

“Missy, open it.”

Shuri came in after a moment of hesitation, a suspicious look melting into curiosity. She saw Bucky prone in the cradle first, her eyes following across the messy room to Sam at the other end.

“I thought…” Shuri straightened. “Barnes must come with me now. We will discuss all this—” she waved her hand around, the other wrapping her gauntlets to her chest “—later.”

Sam glanced again at the monitor: 93%. “How about in five minutes?” Sam was not used to being given direct orders and cowered quickly at the Princess’s sharp advance to her corner of lab.

“No, girl, now,” Shuri demanded, trying to get at the console behind Sam.

“Ok, I’ll stop it, just,” Sam scrambled to shut down the cradle and revive Bucky, “he’ll meet you…where?”

“He’ll know,” Shuri squinted at Sam all while her eyes flickered over as many details of the room as she could before leaving. From down the hall, one more shrieked “NOW” rang out.

Trying not to think of all the things that could go wrong, Sam grabbed the small pile of clothes Bucky had set on the dresser. “Damn it,” she breathed. She’d been anxious enough watching the slow pieces of progress, staring in concern between every rise and fall of his chest in the glow of the cradle, and to have her golden opportunity cut short—with so little time left to begin again or think of a new, impressive contribution—Sam was gutted. What if she’d screwed something up? What if Barnes couldn’t fight anymore? What if he got hurt because the arm wasn’t right?

Bucky stirred. Sam’s heart pounded. She choked back rippling tears, so afraid to admit she may be wrong. Before she moved into his view, Sam pressed the fabric of his clothes against her face and screamed. Even on the floor of the kitchen in Massachusetts, covered in scalding water, alone, she had never been this afraid. It felt as if she’d been sitting at a table learning the rules of poker only to blink into the spotlight of world-wide broadcast competition. She was not ready.

Bucky’s eyes fluttered.

“Captain Barnes,” Sam’s voice wavered, “they need you to meet the Princess for a mission.” If she had screwed up, she didn’t deserve to call him a familiar name.

The stimulant the cradle administered was strong with very little grogginess. “Did it work?” Bucky asked calmly. Sam wished he were not so lucid while she admitted their current situation.

“I—I had to stop to wake you. It’s mostly done, but I don’t have time to check anything. Here,” she handed him the shirts as he sat up. “You have to go,” she said, and then quietly, “I’m sorry.”

He stared intently at the door as he jumped off the table. “Ok, I’ll be back then,” he replied monotonously and left. Perhaps it should have reassured Sam that Bucky noticed nothing different, sliding on one layer without a glance to his new shoulder before he was out of sight.

If she’d eaten enough, Sam would have vomited right then. Her stomach whirled about. She felt light-headed. A vicious part of her brain stopped her from rushing after him. What could you do now? What help would you be? You’ve done enough…

T’Challa gave a small nod towards the remote-controlled Iron Man suit that emerged from a storage chamber in Shuri’s lab. The King of Wakanda’s image was projected in rippling nanoparticles activated when Tony’s signal woke the suit. “We are grateful to have your assistance, Stark.”

“What exactly am I helping with?” Filtering out the suit’s vital statistics, Tony’s eyes flickered over the ticker tape of information Friday delivered now.

“Coordinates have been entered for you to meet us.” The Panther stood fully uniformed except his helmet.

“What does Doom want?”

“Vibranium to enhance himself and his followers,” the king responded.

The suit paused, then jerked its neck to the side. “What is he, some sort of cult leader? Where did he come from?”

“Latveria,” T’Challa’s projection fell away to leave the voice speaking through Tony’s suit directly. Iron Man shot out the door and into the sky. “But that’s not where you’re going.”

Tony heard Sam Wilson on the comms demanding, “anyone found Barnes yet? Get him out here. Get—”

“Falcon, you’re fighting again?” Though he trusted the life-long militant man, after such a devastating head injury, Tony allowed himself a fleeting hesitation. He’d work with what he had.

“Stark?” Wilson’s surprise was equal to Tony’s. “Are you topside?”

“It is good to have you back, Stark,” Thor’s booming voice echoed in Tony’s headset, “did you bring the Rabbit?”

“When am I ever gonna be enough for you,” Tony feigned emotionally, then jumped right into assessing the situation, “who else we got?”

“I brought Maximov,” Wilson chimed, “and the Sub-Mariner may show up since Doom is over the Gulf of Aden.”

“Still not much of a team player, that guy,” Iron Man’s comms crackled. Tony hadn’t had a real conversation with Wanda since she stopped offering him his bizarre therapy a few years before. They’d fought together sure, but nothing any deeper was spoken of than the weather. As far as he knew, she’d moved on to spend most of her time teaching mutants at Xavier’s school. Luckily, this didn’t seem like the occasion where lengthy discussions were imminent. “What’s Doom working with?”

“Tech suit and various energy-projectile capabilities, magic—” Sam Wilson replied.

“Strange?”

T’Challa hesitated. “The Sanctum is not answering.”

“Figures,” Tony mumbled.

“On our way,” Shuri sounded off.

“Great, I’ve got a visual from Red Wing,” Falcon hollered, “you guys land at the beach.” The background cut out, and Tony pressed his suit to render-vous faster.

“Is the atmospheric anomaly the target?” Several scans of temperature, infrared, and electromagnetic readings showed for the area where his surrogate suit would programmed to land.

“Tis I,” Thor unnecessarily boomed over comms. Outdoors, the demigod never fathomed the need to adjust volume for sensitive mics. “But I can see the enemy as well. He is over the water.”

“Keep an eye on him. We are almost there,” Shuri answered. Tony shifted the suit’s head to see her and Bucky’s shuttle zipping past at a lower altitude, beating him to the beach. He had to hand it to her: the princess was a remarkable innovator and genius.

The Mark XLII suit landed gently. Shuri stepped out of her shuttle, gauntlets at the ready, and Captain Barnes followed shield on his back, three handguns in various holsters, and assault rifle at the ready. Tony looked curiously on at the hundreds of slender-billed gulls gathering on the beach with more soaring towards them from inland.

“Is this breeding season?” He mused.

Barnes traipsed over in the sand, directing Tony’s gaze towards Falcon’s recon high above. “It’s actually him.”

“Coast is clear of civilians,” Wilson rattled. “Why isn’t Doom advancing?”

“I don’t know,” Thor replied.

“Guys,” Tony said, spotting a rise in sea level from behind the hovering metallic figure, “is he doing that?”

The swell rolled forward, passing just below Victor Von Doom’s feet, and as it grew closer, a pale spot appeared in the middle of the wave. Bucky braced the butt of his rifle on his chest. Shuri lifted her arms at the ready.

A massive, bare-chested being broke from the swell of water as it passed under Thor. A shining, humanoid robot fought to release its ankle for Namor’s grasp, but the King of Atlantis, wrenched the poor pawn down, grabbed it by the neck, and ripped its head off in one clean motion.

Wilson admired over comms, “this dude is cool as f—”

Shots fired on Tony’s right. “They’re coming from the water,” Barnes called out, his attention fixed on the shoreline dotted with dozens more emerging robots.

Tony’s deja vu wrapped him in a vague terror. Just for a moment, Doom became Ultron; the enemy became his fault again. He didn’t know that for sure—whether Doom was born of something Tony started—but all roads always seemed to lead back to him. He’d have to break the cycle eventually. For now, he called back, “light ‘em up,” and flew forward to blow some shit to high hell.

T’Challa clawed his opponents in half like scrap metal. Wanda raised her prey to blossom red fire in between manufactured joints, severing the cables of their insides. Bucky’s controlled burst sniped down target after target. Shuri blew limbs and heads off with shockwaves. Tony played hop-scotch from bot to bot, blasting his boot stabilizers to incinerate where he hoped their CPUs were built in. All-in-all, the pawns were surprisingly weak, but expendability was their purpose.

“Thor, we gotta take out the puppet master,” Tony deduced.

Thunder cracked, Lightning flashed down to Stormbreaker and bolted towards Doom, but their adversary’s metallic shielding repelled the blast back at the beach, and Iron Man barely vaulted out of its path.

Barnes wasn’t as quick. The full force of Thor’s wrath hit him square in the chest.

“Buck,” Sam Wilson yelled, a bazaar of peregrine falcons swooping past him aimed at Doom while the soldier landed to check on his friend. The hunting birds dodged and distracted the floating figure, tossing flying boots off balance. Doom scrambled momentarily.

The sea rose again below him, but this time, it was all Namor’s doing. The king called forth a swirling mass of frothing water to encase Victor Von Doom, roiling his metal body in chaotic circles.

Bucky’s screams rang over comms with crackling force.

“He’s sparking my wings. I can’t get near him,” Falcon called out for help, “we gotta get him off the beach.”

“Stark, take him before we lose your connection,” T’Challa insisted.

The Iron Man suit raced forward, tossed Bucky’s rifle away, grabbing the secured straps holding Cap’s shield and launched them both inland. From Tony’s feed in space, he could tell that Barnes was still dissipating the chain’s force by the flashes of black interference. He had only 25 minutes of connection to return a 40-minute trip. Luckily, if he was right, the super-soldier he carried could survive a break in the sound barrier…maybe.

[Chapter 22: Failure]

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#the stark legacy #tony stark's daughter #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x oc #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes fluff #slow burn #slow build #epic tale #avengers fanfiction #tony stark fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #mcu fanfiction

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