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boldlygloriousqueen · 9 months

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Three Connected Souls -

Part 1: Two Souls

Griffith x Oc x Guts

Just a quick warning! This series will have smut, sexual @ssault and the alluding of it, cursing, toxic/controlling behaviors, obsessions/possessiveness, non-con, blood, and violence.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Warning for this chapter: SLIGHT VIOLENCE

"Little princess, where have you gone? Princess Daphne! Why must you make everything so difficult for me?!"

A lady with black hair ran through the halls in search of the young girl who watched the lady from above the second floor. The woman seemed close to yanking out all her hair out of frustration with the child she lost. The missing young girl had light brown hair that was braided up and soft hazel eyes that followed the women as she searched the halls. The girl remained silent and bent down to hide her small figure from the woman while her hands gripped the poles of the balcony.

Once the woman was out of her eyesight, she stood up and walked towards the stairs. She slipped off her heels that looked rather plain. As a matter of fact, so was her dress. It was mainly white and yellow and had no special patterns or a single jewel rested upon it. She might have been able to pass as a maid. Daphne was never one to wear expensive dresses as in her mind there were "better ways for money to be spent" given the midlands' current state. Most ten year old princesses and nobles didn't have the same mindset as Daphne, which would explain why her father spoils her rotten in any way he could.

The princess ran down the steps, pattering her feet on the cold material with a stern face. She was upsets, very upset nonetheless. One thing Daphne hated most in the world was when promises were broken. While running through the halls, she held her dress slightly up to allow more movement for her small legs. Her hazel eyes were set on a large door engraved with golden designs. There, her father, the king, and his loyal commanders often discussed war and political issues. These were most important for the survival of Mindland, but Daphne did not care. She was a child, after all, and her mind was set on bursting into the doors demanding for her father to take her to the festival the towns people had every year on the same day. It was clear that Daphne could be mature at times, but she still acted like a child on other occasions.

This festival wasn't just any kind of festival, not to the princess. It was a festival that was meant to ask for the King and Midland to be blessed with good fortune during these hard times. People sell all kinds of sweets, dress in costumes, dance, and sing, but the princess's favorite time of the festival was when they lit the fireworks. Sure, she could watch that from the balcony of her room, but it was more fun to watch in person and see the common people smile. She could see that the festival was a few times people seemed to forget about the death and fighting outside the walls. It also helped her to forget.

Before the princess had the chance to create further rumors about her unladylike manners, a young boy emerged from the room. He had long white hair and blue eyes and was dressed like a nobel's son, though he was far from it. Rather, a playmate for the young princess who made a first good impression in front of the King when he was found roaming around in the courtyard. No one knew how he got in, but he did. He was described to look quite rugged, and he was skin and bones. He managed to avoid alerting any guards that interested the King. The man always enjoyed being surprised by people who proved to be of some use and so this young boy that came from the war room, was a boy full of undoutable potential, but potential isn't always enough to reach your dreams, your desires so at what cost would someone like this chose to pay?

"Griffith!" Daphne waved one of her hands up to catch his attention.

Daphne was fond of Griffith without a doubt. He never spoke behind her back like other children and adults did. He was someone who made her feel safe, and she felt that he was the only one in this castle she could share her secrets with. Of course, she was a girl so it was safe to say she had a bit of a crush on him as most young girls did when they met him, but in the eyes of adults the princess was merely happy to have someone to play with. The boy's eyes pierced the princess, but without any malicious intent. He always had that look in his eyes, like he was always chasing after something he couldn't quite reach. The smile that came after suited his face, Daphne felt the room brighten with his presence and brought a soft red hue to her cheeks as he closed the door softly, behind him.

"Princess Daphne, what brings you here?"

"A-ah, is my father inside?" Griffith's smile widened at her shyness. Griffith knew of the princess's feelings towards him. If he had to, he'd use those feelings for his own use. They belonged to him in his eyes to begin with.

"I'm afraid he is busy, princess. I do hope you do not plan to create a big ruckus. I wouldn't want you to get in trouble," Griffth walked closer to Daphne, who was pouting her lips.

"Father promised we'd attend the festival like we always do."

"I don't think that will be possible this year, princess. Your father won't be finished anytime soon." Griffith's eyes traveled down to Daphne's feet to see her barefoot were missing then to the heels in her hand.

"Princess, why aren't you wearing your heels. The floor is cold. What if you were to get sick." Griffith bent down onto one of his knees and held his hand up for Daphne to hand him one of her shoes. She furrowed her brow and hid the shoes behind her back.

"Griffith, are you my friend?" The boy stared at her slightly confused.

"Yes, of course, princess."

"Then, from now on, stop calling me princess. It just Daphne."

"But-"

"And stop acting like you're some servant. You shouldn't do this for anyone, not even me. I can take care of myself," the girl sat the two shoes down, then slipped her feet in one by one while holding her dress up for a better view. She held her hands on her hips and held her head slightly up.

"See, this is nothing."

Griffith chuckled while he stood back up. Daphne felt her cheeks burn up worse than it did before. With him being so close to her, she never noticed the slight difference in their height.

"You're right, my mistake. From now on, I won't coddle you as mush. I'm sure you already deal with that enough from everyone, but if there is anything you ever need from me, I'll always be there for you, Daphne."

Things like this were the reason Daphne was so close to Griffith. She couldn't see a life without him. Anyone else would have told the princess they couldn't do what Griffith because of the difference in their 'class'. A large smile grew on Daphne's face, and without thinking, she wrapped her arms around his waist. Griffith patted the innocent young girl's hair and rested his head a top of hers. He fond himself getting more use to the girl. He promised the moment he met her that she would br nothing more than a pawn for his dream and while that steal might the case, he was getting attached to the girl to the point he'd do anything to keep her at his side. He never met someone so unselfish, unlike himself. Her uncle would have been furious at the sight. He never liked Griffith. He always saw him as another one of his problems to deal with.

"Princess!"

The young children could hear someone yelling from the distance. Griffith took the princess's hand, and they both shared a thought together, and without saying a single word, they ran out to the garden.

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"It's so pretty, Griffith." Daphne admired the wooden bracelet that was delicately carved and carefully tied around her wrist. Daphne and Griffith wore hoods as they walked the streets.

"It doesn't compare to your jewelry collection, but I'm glad you enjoy it." His fingers grazed her cheeks softly, having the same smile he always had when looking at her.

"I'm glad you carry that with you. It suits you," Daphne pointed to the sword hidden in the scabbard on his hip.

"Does it not scare you?"

"Why would it when your the one who's wearing it? The only people who should worry about you with that sword are the evil people in this world. Besides, you've been training a lot lately. I'm sure your an expert and... soon you could... possibly teach me to use one some day."

"I could have sworn your father said no," he spoke with an amused smile knowing Daphne's intent with the subject.

"My father is an overprotective old man who doesn't understand that I'm growing up. You never know when I'll need to use one, and it's better to be safe than sorry," the princess continued, "I should know how to protect myself. What if you are not around? Would you really trust my life with just anyone?" Griffith spoke his head, the same smile remaining.

"I suppose I wouldn't."

-Boom-

The two swiftly moved their heads to the direction of the noise, and there they saw the beautiful fireworks that lit the sky. Along came from cheers and praise from the townsfolk. Daphne found it fascinating that someone found a way to light the sky with festive colors. It seemed like something that would take up a lot of time to create, but she could never grew tired of watching them. She grabbed a hold of Griffith's arm and rested her head on his shoulder, keeping her eyes on the fireworks.

"Do you remember what you told me when we first met? About you having a dream?"

"I do," Griffith responded as his eyes went from the fireworks to the castle in the distance.

"What is your dream?"

"What I want...." he paused for a long second before breathing out a soft sigh. "That's a secret, little princess."

"Ha? Friends are supposed to share secrets with each other. You know all of mine."

"Mm, I'll tell you one day when the time is right, so don't pout."

"You promise to tell me?" Her eyes stared up at him wanting reassurance.

"I promise. Just be patient. Haven't you heard that patience is-"

"Key? Yeah, yeah. I've heard this all before. You're starting to sound like my father now. I think it was time for you to stop joining them in that war room. You might end up becoming like him,"

"I'd could never. I fear you might grow tired of me," he gently poked her nose. Happiness smeared all over her face from his touch.

"And what about you, Daphne? What are your dreams?" He asked curiously.

"....I want to help the people of Midland in any way I can, but as of now, I can not do that as I know too little," Griffith flinched slightly at her words. Most girls her age would speak of marriage, having a family, or keeping family content. Yet the princess is more concerned for others rather than herself.

"I will become Queen no matter what. I will learn until my brain hurts, I'll even be willing to ride into battle so everyone knows how serious I am. People are always worried about the next time their families eat or what war will take their children away from them," The princess pulled away from Griffith and held a fist to her heart. "When I become Queen, it will be the last thing they have to worry about."

Griffith held his head down as he stared at the ground with wide eyes. This was something he truly didn't expect her to hear. He knew the kind heart she held, but he didn't think she had that much kindness. In a way... she was reminding him of himself. The princess didn't stop there. She continued to talk further about her dreams, but the more she talked, the more Griffith zoned out into his own thoughts. How could he ever let someone like her go? She was exactly like him, no... maybe even better... different? The mere thought of it brought a devilish smile to his face that was covered by his long hair.

"You are truly delightful, Daphne,"

The princess turned towards Griffith who was mumbling. "What was that-" before she could finish her question she felt a strong force push her down.

"Hey, can't you see!" Daphne yelled at the perpetrator who had a scrunched up face. He was a young boy who had short hair that stuck up. His hair almost reminded her of a raven. He had a noticeable scar on his nose and he seemed to have the look of someone who knew not a single bit of happiness. Oddly, he held a sword on his back that seemed way too big for someone his size and height.

"Daphne! Are you okay? Are you hurt?" Griffith touched the young girl's face as he scanned her body. "You should be aware of your surroundings. You could have easily hurt her." Griffith stared up at the rough looking boy who seemed to care less as he searched his surroundings.

"Maybe next time she shouldn't be in the way," he spoke coldly before running through the crowd. Daphne was stunned to see the boy run off without even apologizing and she couldn't stand how rude he was towards them.

"I'm going to kill that jerk!" Daphne stood onto her feet and began her chase as Griffith started his after to princess.

#guts #guts berserk #griffith #beserk #griffith x oc #griffith imagine #gut x oc #beserk imagine #griffith x reader #guts x reader

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radiorumble · 2 months

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I just wanna draw wholesome domestic stuff.

#Freyja #Radio Demon #alastor x reader #alastor x oc #alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel oc #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanart #tw guts #my art

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pastasilly · 1 year

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just finished watching unicorn wars for the 5th time omg

yeah ik i made an oc whos also a pastor, they’re kinda just a form of assistance to padre in a way also the way how azulin x pompon is implied was absolutely bonkers

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tinyfantasminha · 10 months

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always looking after its mate

#twisted wonderland #jack howl #jack howl x oc #jack howl x mc #twst oc #twst yuu #twstvic #el lobo siempre cuida a su lob- *shoot*#the way i started this yesterday bc i had a gut feeling that club jack would be announced this month and aaHHHHH I WAS RIGHT... love is rea #myart

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the-ninja-legacy-whip · 2 months

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Jesse with ❄!!

❄ OC in what they’d wear on a very cold day

Cole: C'mon, just a sip?

Jesse: It is not my fault you drank all your hot chocolate already!

Cole: But you made it sooo good! I had no choice 😭

#ninjago #ninjago fanart #ninjago ocs #oc: jesse marvell #cole brookstone #legacyverse #aftershockshipping #ask games #art tag #art of mine #works of mine #oc x canon #cole x oc #anyway cheating slightly because i actually drew this last month #didn't have the guts to finish/post it tho :V

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serpensortiamaxima · 28 days

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I can't remember the exact order in which I did the Sebastian questline but the cutscene where they learn Riddikulus in DADA would have been so incredibly awkward if it happened after Solomon's murder.

Anwen's boggart would take the form of the inferi and the relic, while Sebastian's would very likely be Anne's dead body and ugh, the discussion that would ensue would be something.

#Anwen wouldn't be surprised at Sebastian's boggart but Anwen's boggart would be a punch in the gut for Sebastian #hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow screenshots #sebastian sallow x oc #hogwarts legacy mc #slytherin #hogwarts #sebastian sallow

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ceruleancattail · 4 months

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New Year’s…. Selfie?

Cater Diamond x Ceru Marple

Sam’s door had a bell. A lavishly decorated item, tied onto the handles. Designed to chime rather loudly whenever anyone so much as grazed those doors.

Cater’s just gotten used to calling out a bright welcome to all those who approach. Working over the holidays was a nice change of pace, as compared to going back home. At least it could useful in the future. Work experience always is. Also, the extra dough alongside those fresh new experiences? Now, ya boy Cay Cay wouldn’t say no to that!

As soon as the bells began to ring, Cater’s already at the door, a friendly smile dancing loosely on his lips.

“Welcome to the Mystery Store! How can I help you today?”

The door inches to a halt, the hinges squeaking piercingly. Cater’s emerald eyes glance downwards, landing on a head of pink hair. Ebony irises meet his, widening in surprise.

“Cater?”

One blink, followed rapidly by another. Cater stood there, frozen in shock.

“Ceru?”

Before he grins brightly, the smile spreading from ear to ear.

“Welcome to the store! Did you come out just to see lil’ old me?”

A huff, before Ceru slides into the store. Not without elbowing Cater in the gut playfully first, though. With an eyebrow raised, Ceru gave Cater a disgruntled look, before bursting into laughter.

“Nah, you think a little too highly of yourself, Diamond. I’m here to pick up some stuff for the Ramshackle boys.”

With a flick of their wrist, Ceru has a piece of parchment yanked out from their sleeve, scratchy handwriting dancing across the page. Smoothing the crinkled sheet of paper with their palms, Ceru passes it over to Cater.

“Have any of these things in stock?”

With a flourish, Cater stretches out his hands, shaking them rather vigorously. He gestures to the shelves, bubbling with sheer energy.

“As Mr S always loves to say, we have alllll of that in stock! Everything from your wildest dreams to your deepest desires, we have it all!”

In the face of Cater’s theatric performance, Ceru could only laugh. Chuckling into their fist, stifling their laughter as best as they could. This only spurred him on, as Cater leaned in a little closer, elbowing Ceru playfully. Poking them in the sides, spurring more pearls of laughter to slip right pass their lips.

“Enough, you…. You fancy little rhombus!”

Ceru spluttered, clutching at their sides. They curled into themselves, still shivering from laughter.

Cooing, Cater cupped his face in his hands, that playful smile never once leaving his face.

“Awww! You think I’m fancy today?”

Ceru sighs, shaking their head. Acting disappointed the best they could, with the barest wisp of a sheepish smile dancing across their lips.

“Yeah, Diamond. Take the compliment, cause’ it’s the only one you’re getting today. You look stunning, jackass.”

For a brief second, his smile grew a tinge warmer. A tiny little bit more… genuine, then the one he was putting on for all the customers. Really, only Ceru could give such a… brutish compliment. It wasn’t even properly double-edged.

Cute.

His arm snaked around their shoulders, pulling Ceru closer towards him. Hand fumbling within the folds of his clothes, Cater’s fingers close around that painfully familiar casing of his. The diamonds always manage to prick his palm somehow.

Yet no amount of hand-pricking could stop him now! Raising his arm, Cater angles his phone with practised ease. Fingers gently nudging at Ceru’s cheek, tilting their face upwards. Bringing that adorable expression of theirs into the frame.

Right next to his.

“Well, since I’m already all fancy, why don’t we take a picture ? Just you and me, Ruru!

Just you and me.”

#the mage’s hat 🎩#twisted wonderland #twst #twst oc #disney twisted wonderland #cater diamond #cater #cater diamond x ceru marple #cater x ceru #cerulean diamond🔷#anyways he looks good idk what else to say #everything else? errr..:.#up for debate #anyways self care is cater fics amen #I hate his guts forever🫶

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rattini · 3 months

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#pov: ur about to be gutted #ocs;#bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 #oc: savine #bg3 dark urge #durge #bg3 screenshots #durge x astarion #dark urge x astarion #astarion ancunin #astarion x durge #astarion x dark urge #astarion x tav #tav x astarion #ocs #bloodbhaath #my ss

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tomboyjessie13-artblog · 3 months

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This is something that I made last week but didn't bother finishing because I was lazy or doing other drawings.

Anyways, this drawing is of my Jojo OC's Stand [Flogging Molly] having special abilities and skills similar to [Star Platinum], I wanted to focus on other things besides "Drunken Lullaby" and limb blades.

Abilities:

- Gut feelings A unique trait they possessed since birth but has tragically been ignored by Medea for the majority of Part 3. They have a decent enough intuition that helps them detect something wrong or right, as such they become defensive and hostile towards anything or anyone posing as a threat to Medea's well-being but becomes friendly and calm when around someone they trust or have good vibes. I.e. They fully trust Polnareff due to sensing his good vibes and for getting rid of J. Geil: Link - X Ray Goggles An ability they also possessed since birth, while not used quite as often as they should, it's a very convenient ability used for spying and eavesdropping. The "goggles" takes on the form of [Flogging Molly]'s hands in a "eye goggle" gesture. I.e. it was once used to spy on the Crusaders in an Egyptian hospital in Aswan: Link

- Retractable arm blades A physical trait they've gained post-Arrow piercing, it allows them to summon blades from out their arms and use them to maim, cut, hack, and slash opponents and/or obstacles, they also summon blades with their legs for extra damage. Of course, they can be used for other things such as chopping fruit, the splattering in the image above isn't blood, it's strawberry jell-o lol

- Drunken Lullaby Their main ability and element they also gained post-Arrow piercing, it's a corrosive poison that's discharged from their aforementioned limb blades, which could scar enemies at best or kill them at worst, they also use it for the purpose of dosing people's food, drinks, and/or medication for assassination attempts, but can be called back to cancel it out. It is named after the song "Drunken Lullabies" by Flogging Molly.

- Seven Deadly Sins This is a bit of a small spoiler to my fanfic, but "Seven Deadly Sins" is a secret ability they gained during the events of "The Hierophant and Sinner". It reflects the cardinal vices Medea's committed in DIO's name and takes a lot of energy out of her and her Stand, hence why it's sparsely used. But when it is used, it lays devastation to their foe which powers up each time a Sin is chanted, from the least deadly to worst deadly sin. It is named after the song "Seven Deadly Sins" by Flogging Molly.

Medea King and her Stand belongs to me

#artwork #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo oc #oc #ocs #jean pierre polnareff #silver chariot #jojo stands #abilities #poison #x ray vision #gut instinct #seven deadly sins #seven sins #flogging molly

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