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whumpcloud · 1 year

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Things End | People Change - And He Follows

content: whumper turned whumpee, (lady) whumpee turned (bad) caretaker, vampire whumpee, dehumanisation, muzzled whumpee, captivity & past captivity, discussion of past torture (beating, burning, whipping, stress positions, manhandling), begging, whumpee offering to be hurt, starvation, caretaker slaps whumpee

They've muzzled Vincent.

There's no sick sense of satisfaction like she expected. Seeing the arrogant bastard being brought low should've made Clary feel… something. Anything at all.

He doesn't move. He isn't even restrained. He's choosing not to move, even though he could move faster than anyone in the room, kill them all in an instant. He just doesn't.

"What did you do to him?" Clary asks. She doesn't rip her eyes away.

The hunter shrugs. "Lots. Left him out in the sun. Silver burns. Good old-fashioned beating the shit out of him. He started begging real quick. When he realised we weren't gonna stop he just started begging for it to hurt less."

Vincent flinches when the hunter laughs. He flinches! Even when Clary used to swing at him, he reacted with nothing more than mild amusement.

No, they beat Vincent out of this vampire's body. He's kneeling, face muzzled so he can't bite, staring blankly at the floor, and Clary feels bad for him. The pinprick scars on her neck throb.

"Take him if you still want," the hunter says. "He's not gonna do a thing to you."

Everything in her screams that she's unsafe. What is she thinking, even considering letting Vincent anywhere near her? She should leave him here. Leave him to die like he deserves, like he left her when he got bored of his plaything. Her hands shake. She should have taken up Cai's offer to come with her.

Vincent's eyes flicker up to her. Sharp, cold, cruel, that's what they're meant to be. When she realises that he's silently pleading, exactly the way she used to, her heart sinks and she speaks before she knows what she's saying.

"I'll take him."

Vincent's eyes widen a fraction, then he fixes his eyes to the floor again. She can't even tell if he recognises her. If he would even dare to indicate that he does. She's uncontrollably shaking, but he offers no resistance as she takes his arm and pulls him to his feet. He follows, obediently, as she walks out of the warehouse. She doesn't take her eyes off him.

Her heart is pounding. She's sure he can hear it, pumping blood through her veins, making her pulse twitch under her skin. And he follows. He keeps his other hand to his side. He doesn't run, even though he could easily slip out of her grasp and snap her neck while he was at it.

He sits in the car and puts his hands in his lap. Unchained wrists, sitting as if they're chained anyway. Burn marks on the skin. He clasps them. As if he's making sure- no, as if he's signalling to her that he won't use them.

Please, I'll behave. Please, don't hurt me.

She hears it in her own voice, not his.

The drive is quiet. Clary grips the steering wheel tightly. Vincent senses the change in mood, and flinches away from her. Then he makes a soft, sudden sound.

I'm sorry. I'll be still. I'll take it. I know I deserve it.

Again, he doesn't resist as she pulls him into the house. He starts to shiver, as she takes him down the stairs to the basement.

She put up a bed, and a nightstand. That was all. But even that makes Vincent stop, and turn to her with a hopeful expression.

"Y-Yeah," she says. "Yours."

He drops to his knees and presses his head against her hand. She freezes, breath catching, until she remembers he's muzzled. He can't bite her, even if he wanted to. His skin is just as cold as it always was. She doesn't believe he would even bare his teeth at her.

He's… thanking her. For this?

She moves her hand down, to the side of his face. It's a soft muzzle, though she can feel that underneath the fabric is a silver lining. It's burning his face and he isn't screaming.

She should… take it off, right?

Slowly, her hand starts to creep towards the back of his head. He still has stubble. Vampires heal quickly, always trying to return to the state they died in, and she remembers one of their odder, more peaceful conversations, where Vincent laughed and said that the stubble was included in that when she asked if it ever grew.

But Vincent has injuries. Days, if not weeks old, criss-cross patterns across his pale hands and neck. Which means that he's been starved.

Her body spasms. He'll bite her. He'll lock his fangs onto her wrist and drain her for the crime of still being alive when he left her to die.

Stumbling, clutching at her chest where her heart is hammering against her ribcage, Clary backs into the basement door.

"Muzzle stays on," she gasps. "You deserve it, you piece of shit. Bloodsucking bastard."

The insults don't make her feel better. All Vincent does is nod.

"Is that it?" She grips the door handle, but doesn't turn it. Not yet. "Aren't you going to fight?"

Vincent shakes his head, the movement frantic. Clary wants to say what do you fucking mean or how did they make you into this but she says nothing at all. She stares at him. He starts to tremble.

"Do something," she says, quieter. "I'm right here. Do something."

Normalcy is all she craves. If he ran at her, shoved her into the wall, pulled on her hair to make her bare her neck. Pinned her to the floor and mocked her for thinking she was anything more than food. Called her his sweet girl and strung her up until she cried and begged the way he wanted her to. That's what she wants.

Vincent presses his forehead to the cold, stone floor, and holds out his hands. The lines are whip marks, she realises.

He is offering himself up to be tortured.

She takes a step towards him, then another, then another. He doesn't move a muscle, aside from the shaking that gets worse the closer she comes.

"Sit up," she snaps.

He lifts his head. He hunches over. Clary can almost forget that he's taller than her.

She slaps him, sharp and open-handed. Just like he used to. She's gotten stronger, since she was free, but he never meant to break her bad wrist. He was only grabbing it to stop her from hiding.

Vincent whimpers, and turns his face forward once again. Her hand is still raised, and he presses his cheek into it.

Thank you for hurting me.

She forces open the door and slams it behind her, remembering, even in her panic, to deadbolt it. Whatever he does now, she doesn't care. He could stay on the floor like that all day for all it matters.

She curls up on the sofa, fumbling for her phone. She needs Cai here, she needs her brother to tell her everything's okay.

But Cai won't be able to cure her of the fact that the monster in her basement, the man she woke up screaming about for years, the man who she was so terrified of that she knelt at the front door night after night in case he came back for her, the inhuman bastard who she fantasised about killing, is too terrified to refuse the beating she desperately wants to give him.

It's meaningless. It makes up for nothing. She has to heal him, and hurt him when he isn't expecting it anymore.

Yeah. Then this aching feeling in her chest will go away.

#polly's prose #clary nikitin #vincent maddox #whump #whump writing #vampire whumpee #bad caretaker #every day im like. how can i write more whump ocs with complicated relationships.#things end | people change

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tigersharks · 3 months

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i am ALMOST done with the STaV! info carrd

#clari was so right making oc carrds ROCKS

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inkykeiji · 2 months

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I'm sorry but dabi looks sooo hot in the S7 trailer and I just. Imagines him storming into your blog, seeing you simping for all these new men and just dragging you out by your ear like 😡 can't leave you alone for five minutes, a TV, really? 😆

HAHAHAHA his hair looks soooo fluffy and it just <333 makes me wanna pet him and thread my fingers through the tufts and pull >:) bUT ANYWAY HEHE THIS IS SO FUNNY TO THINK ABOUT????? because he so would. he’s storming through the doors with his big black boots shouting at the top of his lungs, just bellowing, all i can’t take my eyes off of you for a goddamn second, can i!? and then he is indeed knotting his knuckles in my hair and dragging me off to remind me of who i belong to and all of that fun stuff~

#he's so jealous i swear #dabi please LOOK at how much i've created for you alone #i have a selfship/aes blog dedicated SOLELY to you #i have *two* OCs that are heavily inspired by you and will one day be published #let me have the tv man pls #he's a fucking television for god's sake #HAHAHA #thanks for this anon bb u made me giggle!!!! <33 #pls have a lovely thursday and don't forget to hydrate okay!!!#inky.bb #clari gets mail #dari #dari coded <33

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x-ceirios-x · 3 months

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warlocks

magnus arrives home from the fight on valentine's ship to unexpected guests.

cw: alcohol consumption

Magnus sighed as he unlocked the door to his apartment, thinking he needed a very strong drink and a several-day-long nap. The shadow world was safe, for now, after Clary’s new-found rune powers destroyed Valentine’s ship. However, his magic was severely depleted after spending so much time holding back the demonic wards. It was all he could do to stay awake in Luke’s truck and keep that above water. Until Alec came, he wasn’t sure how much longer he would last. He borrowed his strength when he offered, though, and it helped him get back to shore safely. Both of them.

When he walked into the living room, he was both shocked and confused to see the lights on. He could have sworn he turned everything off before he left—no, he knew that was true. As he walked through the living room, he noticed the smooth jazz coming from seemingly nowhere and quiet chatter from the kitchen. He armed himself with a small ball of magic, though he knew he wasn’t up for a fight right now. Slowly and silently, he stalked into the kitchen–he turned the corner quickly, arm raised and prepared to attack whoever it was.

He didn’t know what he expected to see when he walked into his kitchen, but it certainly wasn’t two warlocks, one sitting on the stools to his island counter and the other sitting on the counter itself, swinging her feet. He lowered his arm and sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Eleanor,” he said with a sigh.

“Magnus!” The girl slid off of the counter and ran to him, embracing him quickly and tightly. Shock wearing off, he relaxed into her arms, happy to see an old friend even if it was in strange circumstances like this. He leaned his head against hers for a moment, enjoying the familiarity after the day he’d had.

She pulled away just as abruptly as she’d embraced him. “Oh, where have you been?” she asked, hands running over his face quickly, inspecting him for injuries. He assumed he didn’t look as extravagant as he did usually when he had company. “You’re not hurt, are you? You look pale, would you like some tea?”

“Eleanor.” The other warlock spoke this time—Eleanor’s twin brother, Desmin. He placed his glass on the counter next to him and shot her a half-hearted glare. “You're smothering him.”

She perked up, processing his words for a moment, then pulled her hands away from him. “Sorry, dear,” she said with a cheery smile, spinning on her heel. She reached under the island, where he kept his alcohol, and pulled out two glasses filled with a shimmery, pink liquid. He liked her drinks when she made them by hand, not by magic, but he wasn’t one to complain. She was one hell of a bartender. “Cosmo?”

He nodded, eyes a little wide at the offer. “Please,” he said, taking a seat next to Desmin. He raised the glass in a small thank-you, then downed half of it. She chuckled and he saw a hint of a smile from Desmin as well, sipping his own drink. He hoped it wasn’t his good whiskey but knew better—both had expensive tastes.

She took a sip of her drink, then broke the silence. “We brought takeout, I hope you still like shrimp lo mein.”

He nodded and she slid a takeout box across the counter at him—after the night he had, the takeout sounded amazing. He wouldn’t have cooked if it would have saved his life, he was too tired. Despite not being up for company, he thought the twins being there was some strange kind of miracle. With them, came a little chaos, some alcohol, but a warm, familial feeling he could never pass up.

“We showed up around nine,” she explained as he ate. “I convinced Desmin to go out clubbing because I heard there was a neat little place called Pandemonium around here. Then you weren’t here, so we just decided to hang out until you got home. I got worried after you didn’t answer your phone.”

Magnus swallowed the bite of food he had in his mouth and gestured to Desmin with his chopsticks. “I think the strangest part of that is the fact you convinced Desmin to go clubbing.”

“I go clubbing,” he said. “I stand in the corner with my one drink of the night and watch people make fools of themselves. Very entertaining.”

She rolled her eyes. “God, Magnus, you should have seen him a few weeks ago. We took a trip to Prague and he met this fae—“

Desmin’s eyes flew wide open and his cheeks reddened. “You promised not to talk about Prague!”

“It’s Magnus!”

“I need to hear about this,” he said, moderately impressed that there was some story he was so embarrassed about he forbade Eleanor from talking about it.

She smirked. “I have never seen so many hickeys on this guy in my life—“

“Eleanor!”

They both broke out into laughter at his embarrassment. It was all out of love, of course, but he heard a few colorful, choice words under his breath. “I need another drink to deal with you two,” he said sarcastically, gesturing for Eleanor to hand him something. She pulled the bottle from under the counter and slid it to him, where he proceeded to pour several shots worth of his good whiskey. He must have noticed his shock and he shrugged. “We’ll pay you back for it. Always do.”

His eyes narrowed, though he couldn’t stop the smile on his face. “You’d better.”

Eleanor sat on his other side, picking a piece of shrimp from his dish and popping it into her mouth. He elbowed her arm for it. “My dinner!” he argued.

“I paid, let me have a little shrimp,” she said, settling next to him. “Where have you been all evening, though?”

He sighed. “It’s a very long, long story. I’d rather talk about that later.” She nodded in agreement, though he could tell she was still worried about him. He gave her an encouraging smile, slowly feeling the energy come back to him as he had something to eat. “Where have you two been? It’s been…what, thirty years?”

She shrugged, glancing past him to Desmin, then back. He noticed the little shimmers of purple in her eyes as she looked around—he always thought it was pretty. He’d never seen either of the twin’s warlock marks, but he assumed that was part of it. “A little bit everywhere. Rome for half the nineties, but we got bored of things there so we tried Barcelona for a little while, that was fun. Back to London in ‘89–“

“Back to London?” he asked. “I thought you said you’d never go back there after the whole…incident.”

Desmin scoffed. “That’s what I said. But no, she insisted on getting on West End.”

Magnus gasped. “That was you? I thought those pictures looked familiar!” he grinned at her. “You put on a hell of a glamor, dear. Who knew the great Allison Everett of West End was going to end up sitting in my living room.”

She gave a small, yet dramatic, bow from her seat and chuckled at his comment. “Let me say, those years of ballet training paid off. I played some good things, though. Maureen, in Rent, for one.”

He nodded. “I remember hearing about that. It sounds amazing.”

“I think if I had to hear her practice La Vie Bohème one more time, my ears would bleed,” Desmin muttered, receiving a slap on the shoulder for it.

“We were up in Flushing until a couple weeks ago. Heard through the grapevine that my favorite little warlock was the High Warlock of Brooklyn,” she said teasingly, pinching at his cheek and shoulder.

He laughed and swatted her hand away, rolling his eyes at her antics. “Alright mom,” he said sarcastically, though he noticed the way her smile softened. In short, Eleanor and Desmin were the closest thing he had to parents, though they were very good friends.

“She wanted to see you more so we decided to move a little closer. Got a nice place a few blocks away,” Desmin said. “When we’re done unpacking, you should come check the place out. Upper west side is pretty nice.”

“Look at you two being all fancy. Living the high life?”

Eleanor chuckled. “Exploiting a couple mundanes here and there, sure. Summoning demons, enchanting things, spells, whatever. And I got very good with investments in the past few years. I do all the money management so Desmin can work on his novel.”

“Still working on the same one?”

“Oh, no.” He shook his head, finding the question almost amusing. That one got published ages ago. I’ve got a pretty good running series. I just don’t do public appearances and no one seems to mind.”

Magnus nodded. That was very like Desmin—public wasn’t his thing anywhere. He preferred to keep to himself and hated speaking in front of large groups of people. It was something that couldn’t have made him and Eleanor more different; she loved to entertain and be the one in the spotlight, sometimes literally.

There were many things like that about them both; Desmin was cold, unmoved, a steady force that never wavered in his actions or motivations. Eleanor wore her heart on her sleeve and cared very deeply for the people she surrounded herself with. Neither were superficial by any means. He believed they were honest. However, he also had a suspicion they were much more complex under it all than they liked to let on. Eleanor always told him not to worry—they had each other, and that’s all that mattered. He wished they were a little more open with him, sometimes, but he understood. He didn’t have an exact age, but he knew they were old, much older than himself; when you spend so much time with one person, they become the only person you trust. He wished he had that level of companionship with someone.

He finished his dinner and pushed the plate away, turning towards Eleanor. “I hate to do this to you since you quite literally moved closer to see me, but I’m incredibly exhausted and in need of sleep.”

She shook her head with a smile. “I will take care of everything, don’t worry your head about it,” she said, taking his hand with both of hers and squeezing gently. “If you’re alright with it, we can crash here and I’ll make you breakfast in the morning. Someone—“ she glanced at Desmin— “is pretending to be much less inebriated than he is. That’s why he’s so quiet.”

“Quit revealing my secrets,” Desmin grumbled, though he didn’t deny it.

“Of course. I told you before, you’re always welcome here.” Magnus stood and gave Desmin a polite nod, then Eleanor another quick hug. She kissed his cheek as he leaned in, squeezing him tight. When he pulled away, she huffed, blowing her bangs out of her face. “You know, I’ll never forgive you for getting taller than me.”

He laughed. “You’ve been on about that for three hundred years.”

“And I will continue to be on about it!”

Magnus rolled his eyes and returned to his room, changing into his pajamas. He looked at himself in the mirror, inspecting his face as he cleared away his makeup with magic. He looked a little better than he assumed he did when he got home—less sickly, at least. The color returned to his cheeks but his tiredness was catching up to him. He got comfortable in bed, about to turn off the lamp next to him when there was a knock at the door.

“Come in,” he said, sitting up.

Eleanor walked in, holding a mug in her hands. She handed it to him and sat on the edge of the bed, closing the door behind her with the wave of her hand. “I put a little spell on it to help you sleep,” she said with a gentle smile. “It’ll help protect you from bad dreams, too.” She was incredibly excited earlier—happy to see him, no doubt—but her expression changed. This was softer, more muted but vulnerable. He rarely saw her like this, but he certainly wouldn’t complain.

“What would I do without you?” he asked, mostly teasing. They both knew he’d made a good life for himself, but he owed a lot of it to the two of them. He struggled as a child and they helped him more than he could ever repay them for. Since then, they randomly appeared, never staying long—he’d noticed they never stayed long anywhere. It was one of the many mysteries of the Rige siblings he never cracked, and there were many. However, while they were here, he always felt more loved than he did at any other time in his life.

He drank a bit of the tea and laid down again, comfortable in quiet between them. She reached out and brushed her fingers through his hair, fingers scratching over his head. This was what she used to do when he was a young child, when they first found him—play with his hair soothingly, sitting with him until he fell asleep. Sometimes she’d sing or tell him a story, but she usually left the stories for Desmin.

“I’ve heard things around—gossip, mostly,” she said softly, fingers raking through his hair. His eyelids felt heavy, but he fought to keep them open as she spoke. “But things are changing. I know they are. I…most of the reason we came was to make sure you were okay,” she said, a combination of fear and happiness on her face. “I don’t know what happened tonight. But if you ever need anything, Magnus, Desmin and I are here.”

He nodded. “I know,” he said, voice half in a whisper as sleep slowly dragged him away. He fell asleep with a faint smile on his face, the last hung he remembered being her leaning in to place a small kiss on his forehead, then the sound of his bedroom door clicking closed.

There were many things about the twins he still didn’t understand, and he wasn’t sure if he ever would. However, he knew that at any time in his life, whenever he needed something, they miraculously appeared and managed to fix it all. He only hoped that would be the case this time, though he had his suspicions things would be much more complicated in the coming weeks.

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yamham154 · 9 months

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NiGHTS posting on main⁉️ yeah cuz i spent a while on this lol

im actually super happy with how this came out ive been in a creative rut lately so it’s cool to make something im genuinely proud of

#nights into dreams #nights journey of dreams #nights into dreams fanart #nights sega #sega nights #claris sinclair #nights into dreams reala #nights jod #journey of dreams #nights jod donbalon #btw fav first level is spring valley #fav third level is soft museum #haven’t gotten far in jod but ive replayed nid hella times at this point #also yes i rly like claris how could you tell #also shleep is my fav nightmaren minion i have an oc based on it (maybe ill share more later?? idk)

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cepheusgalaxy · 4 months

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How they save each other's contacts: sibling edition

Tatiana's phone:

Asshole #1 (Kaiki)

Asshole #2 (Luna)

Stella (Estella)

Aunt Alice (Alice)

Mom (their mom)

Dad (their dad)

Clariette (Clarissa)

Kaiki's phone:

Tati (Tatiana)

Gay (Luna. Don't worry, it's one of the safe nicknames and he assured she doesn't mind)

Estella (Estella)

Progenitor (their mom)

Papi (their dad)

Aunt Alice (Alice)

Luna's phone:

Big Sis (Tatiana)

Pussy (Kaiki, one of their safe nicknames)

Late Spawn (Estella)

Aunt (Alice)

Mom (their mom)

Father (their dad)

Estella's phone (she's got one for calls, even tho she's barely a ten-year-old):

Tatiana

Kaiki

Luna

Aunt Alice

Mom

Dad

(she's the only one who gets the right nameson her contacts)

Bonus:

Alice's phone:

Tati (Tatiana)

Boy (Kaiki)

Youngest (Luna)

Baby (Estella)

Sis (the kid's mom)

Kid's dad (the kid's dad)

Clari's phone:

Soulmate ❤️ (Tatiana)

#tatiana is the oldest #and luna used to be the youngest but then stella was born #my ocs #clari and tati are qp partners and they love to confuse ppl and say they're dating #thats why clari's name for tati is soulmate #kaiki oc #tati oc #stella oc #luna oc #alice oc #clari oc #swearing

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comfyrhyme20574 · 1 year

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Clary & Eric Crackship Gifs

(PLEASE LIKE IF YOU REBLOG)

(DO NOT REPOST)

#katherine mcnamara #katherine mcnamara crackship #jai courtney #jai courtney crackship #eric coulter #clary fairchild #eric coulter x oc #crackship #jai courtney x katherine mcnamara #mathew daddario

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katherine-mcnamara · 1 year

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#gracevanpattenedit #lucyalbrightedit #tellmeliesedit #Grace Van Patten #Lucy Albright #Tell Me Lies #mine: gifs #LOML #usermina #oc: clary #my computer hates me rn #but i'm having the time of my life #me: has 2342439834 projects i need to finish #also me: starts giffing grace in this even tho i dont play the char shes a fc for anymore #SCREAMING @ MYSELF

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twinvenus · 8 months

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OC-tober week prompts 1 and 2 -- fave OC and new OC, Ranbolin and Scary Clary!

since i didn't do day 1, i decided to combine these two prompts and have them in the same room. they are so different from each other and both so incredibly awkward i literally don't think they'd say a single word to each other, just stare HAHAHA

#oc-tober #art challenge #bweirdoctober #original characters #ocs #my ocs #oc: ranbolin #oc: scary clary

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fereldanwench · 1 year

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ocs as other characters

I was tagged by the lovely @beammeupbroadway and @theviridianbunny--Thank you so much, bbs! 💙💙💙

Rules: Take this quiz and share 5 (or more! or less! the world is your oyster!) results from the top 50 that you feel really fit your oc(s). If you don’t recognize very many from the top 50, feel free to expand into the top 100.

The true number one is Elizabeth Burke from White Collar with an 89% match, but I've never seen that. I actually haven't seen a lot of these shows so I'm gonna probably have to extend this across the first couple hundred, lmao.

Dr. Ellie Satler (Jurassic Park) - 88%

Beverly Crusher & Geordi La Forge (Star Trek: TNG) - 88%

Linda Martin (Lucifer) - 87%

Inara Serra (Firefly/Serenity) - 85%

Belle (Beauty and the Beast) - 82%

Kim Wexler (Better Call Saul) - 82%

Triss (The Witcher) - 82%

Dr. Jennifer Melfi (The Sporanos) - 81%

Sailor Mercury (Sailor Moon) - 81%

Lagertha (Vikings) - 80%

Also, I feel like I was being mocked by this slider, haha. THOSE ARE BOTH HER COLORS.

I have no idea who's been tagged in this yet, so apologies if you've already got one: @therealnightcity, @halsin, @gamerkitten, @chevvy-yates, @baldurians, @imaginarycyberpunk2023, @maimaiapologist, @neverfadesaway, @cayennenpopsicles, and @corpocookie 💙💙💙

#valerie also had deanna troi & riker & picard lower on the list #i actually feel like troi would be a better fit than crusher or geordi #but what do i know lmao #omitted all the star wars and mcu ones just because #but she did get padme & obi wan & leia too #and clarie from outlander was pretty high up there but i could not stand her so we're not counting that one dfjkghkdfgfd #love that she has at least two therapists on the list tho #i remember joking in a high school AU she'd be the school counselor so that tracks #inara is Complicated bc whedon sucks but I WOULD TREAT HER BETTER so I'll allow it #oc: valerie v powell

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sophapop · 2 months

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Happy White Day!! 🤍🕊️

#im posting this a day late i kno i was tired wahhh #Oh my goodness have not posted since Valentine's Day thats CRAZYYYY #but perfect timing nonetheless hehehe #I've been in a funk of just existing and having art block orgh but heyyyyyy there's always a better day than the last #happy white day #white day #professor layton #pl #prof layton #layton series #professor layton and the unwound future #unwound future #clive dove #marie baptiste #clarie #oc x canon #traditional drawing #my art #my stuff

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whumpcloud · 1 year

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Can we see another instance of Most Pathetic Boy Vincent being the most pathetic & desperate whumper ever? Pretty please? 😟😟😟 Also you're AMAZING at this absurdly specific brand of whump, the unwilling cuddling scene will forever live rent free in my head

afsfdfd yes we can absolutely have this. i have been microwaving an idea for days and this is the perfect place to put it. also hehe thank you <3 i've grown a fondess for writing characters (but particularly whumpers) that are just like. so bad at their role. like literally what are you doing. anyway

content: lady whump, vampire whumper, slapping

This isn't the first gathering that Vincent has dragged Clary to, but it's certainly the most annoying one. Vincent seems to be getting more irritated by the second. Why does he even go if he doesn't want to see any of these people? At least no-one has fed from her this time. If she was more creative she'd think of a better metaphor about it than 'being drunk without the part where it's fun'.

"Nikolai Dezhnyov!" Vincent says suddenly, pulling Clary over towards another vampire. "It's nice to see you again."

Clary seems to perk up at the name.

"Mhm." Nikolai eyes him with zero interest. "Victor Maddox, was it?"

"Vincent," Vincent replies, trying not to grit his teeth. "Though last time we met you were much more fond of referring to me as a 'pathetic whelp'."

Nikolai's lips turn up into a smile. "Yes, that sounds like something I'd say to you. And I suppose you think dragging that poor girl around with you makes you worthy of being referred to as something else?"

"I--" Vincent's grip on Clary tightens. "I'd hope so."

"What's your name?" Nikolai asks, turning to Clary.

Vincent starts to answer. "Her name is--"

"I did not ask you," Nikolai says sharply.

Clary can't help giggling at Vincent's prompt mouth-shutting. "Clary Nikitin. Nikitina."

"Nikitina?" Nikolai says, then something Vincent doesn't understand.

Clary grins and replies. Oh. They must be speaking Russian. Vincent picks at his nails. What is this feeling?

Is he feeling jealous?

That's stupid. Why would he be feeling jealous that Clary is talking to a man who called him a brat? Clary laughs, and it isn't a spiteful or mocking laugh, it's just nice, and Vincent is suddenly furious.

"Excuse us," Vincent snaps, and pulls Clary away.

"A-Ah-- da svidania!" Clary calls, and receives a smile and a wave in return.

Vincent shoves her into an empty room and up against the wall by her shoulders.

"Don't do that again," Vincent hisses.

Clary stares at him like he's an idiot. "Do what?"

Vincent doesn't have the words to actually express what he wants, but Clary seems to get it after a short silence.

"Are you mad that we were speaking Russian?" Clary says, in total disbelief.

"Yes!" Vincent growls, hitting the wall beside her head. It doesn't make him feel better when she jumps.

"Did you feel left out?" Clary mostly wants to tell him that he's being an idiot, but she doesn't. "That's... you're being unreasonable."

"You're mine," Vincent says, as though he's trying to convince himself he has some control here. "I don't like it. I should know what you're saying and doing at all times. Don't do it again."

"What, so I'm banned from speaking a language now?" Clary snaps.

Vincent slaps her, hard enough that it stings his hand for a very brief moment. "You know that's not what I meant! Don't speak to me that way!"

Clary gently touches her nose, and her fingers come away bloody. "...fine."

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