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fhrlclln · 11 months

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miguel o’hara x assistant!fem! reader pt. 1

SPOILERS ??!!

now we all know this man has some serious anger issues lmao but who wouldn’t love a grumpy man having this deep unspoken sexual tension between the two of you, right!? right. and along with that, SMUT! such a beautiful combo. but mild smut for now.

but here is some mild miguel smut for y’alls horny ass (and mine) <3

here’s part 2 !!

mild smut under the cut

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spiderman 2099. miguel. miguel motherfucking o’hara.

leader of the spider-society, an elite crew of various spider people from all across the multiverse, their mission to protect the multiverse from any threat that may come. sure, knowing how crazy it sounds that the multiverse is real and that— there are more variations of the spiderman you knew since all before this shitshow happened.

and to say, your relationship with the leader wasn’t all that bright in fact.

you’re not a spider person yourself but sometimes you wish you are seeing how fucking cool spider-woman, jessica drew, a fellow member, along with other members coming in are (hobie, gwen, pavitr and so on.) but no radioactive spider ever bit you sadly. you are human, human as ever working under miguel o’hara as his assistant (more of a manager really) even though he has lyla, the virtual sweetheart, you still had some things you can do which are a big help in all the management for the spider-society.

miguel, as a boss, well— he’s a fucking menace sometimes as you grit your teeth to yourself, walking swiftly into the familiar hallways you always passed through, captured anomalies around your vision until you arrive at the fairly narrow one, meaning you were almost close. all the people knew how fucking grumpy he was, always snapping out of nowhere, sharp comments and unnecessary hurtful ones too when he’s super mad. you’ve dealt with all of that since the foundation was found— and he’s kinda a loner. you sigh, knowing from the looks of what has happened today regarding miles morales, things weren’t looking so great. and you had to ask him somehow about the situation and see how it goes, well not or not.

your feet echoed through the vast space of his lab, his platform was up high as always and you can hear him grumbling a top, watching every scenario of what happened. your heels clicked as you stopped, looking up, blue light restricting your vision as you coughed for his attention. cringing already inside as you heard the audios pause.

then silence.

silence….

more silence….

silenceeeeeeeeeeeeeee-

“what?” he asks from above in a clip manner.

“heard from lyla.” you merely quip back, shrugging your shoulders.

“and?” he grunts, resuming his work as the platform above descends down. ah, sassy. you think, usual miguel— not the mad one, real lifesaver for whatever you’re gonna say right now.

“nothing.” you say, waiting for the damn platform to come down faster. “i may have a few questions where this leads-“

“what questions?” he asks, the platform finally stops at the usual height, making miguel who’s back is turned from you visible.

“about the situation. miles morales.”

“ask lyla about that.” he dismisses you again, tone a little sharper. the back of his muscles flex, super suit clinging tight, his mask the only one that was removed. tousled dark hair seen as he clicks away on his screen, the voices of miles and gwen emitting. you gulp, sighing as you tried for one more.

“it’s more of a personal question for you-“

“has it ever occurred that i don’t answer those kind of questions?” he cuts you off, the footage he was watching paused as he slowly turned around to finally face you. your eyes meet his, familiar red ones looking down at you, face scrunched a bit as if he was annoyed already,

“i know.” you slowly say as he crosses his arms. muscle bulging, making you avert from his gaze for a moment, which embarrassed you. “but all i’m saying or asking is that are you going to make it easy for the kid?”

something in his eyes snap at your question. he jumps down, landing swiftly in front of you as he stands up, towering your frame. you roll your eyes, his shadow blocking the light from you as his hands were situated on his waist, meaning he was ready to argue. but you can’t argue how eager you feel seeing how close he is. heat radiating from him, the way he never leaves his eyes off you and his overall presence.

“what is easy in all this, really, huh?” he harshly spits out. “the faith of the multiverse is in danger. and who’s responsible to fix that? me! so no, i’m gonna make it easy for the kid. he was the one who started all of this if you can remember.”

“oh, i remember and i remember clearly telling you how all of this— this is happening is very much-“

“no, no, no. that is completely out of the logical reason for why this happening. not the reason at all.” he says, his brow scrunching together as you too became fairly annoyed that he was cutting you off. an ass really.

“out of the reason? maybe it is the reason if you think about it!” you retort back, huffing out a sigh as he shakes his head turning away from you.

“miguel.” you call out to him. “miguel, for once, try and see through this. through miles.”

“i have a lot of things to do, y/n. arguing with you is not one.” he commands, as your shoulders sink, the familiar feeling of disappointment washing over you from his words.

“maybe if you could listen to me, we wouldn’t be arguing.” you stared at him with hard eyes, he tensed, looking to the side before he swiftly walks towards you again.

“why would i, huh?” he glares at you. “do you know everything i know enough to make everything right in the multiverse?” he stalks over to you, intent to make you listen clearly as you back away a bit from him but he doesn’t stop. “no. so no, there is no point in listening to you.” he growls the last sentence, the lump in your throat bitter as you two stared down at each other before he utters his last insults. the buzz of something blooms between you both. you could feel it, he could feel it. the two of you were just contemplating in the inside as miguel steps a bit closer to whisper it.

“you’re my assistant, know your place.”

your eyes widened at his words. but you could not shake the fact how deep he said it, the rumble in his voice making your brain go haywire at all the emotions you are feeling right now for him. the breaking point of your patience at its peak as you glared at him harshly, his face close to yours as you cursed at him.

“fuck you, miguel.” you spit out. his face suddenly changed as he fucking smirked. smirked! you stare at him as he opens his mouth to spit something out as well in retaliation for your insult.

“really? that’s all you got? i thought you were better at this, churri.” his smirk widens as you shy away, suddenly flustered at how fast he can make you embarrassed. you could feel his chest close to yours as you avert his hard gaze, making the said man snap something inside of him seeing you all crumpled beneath him.

“you’re all bark but no bite, sweetheart.” he whispers as you didn’t look at him. “look at me.”

the subtle growl in his voice caused you to obey him. you look up to meet his eyes again, seeing them red as ever, red with that low gaze that makes your thighs clench hard. the slow breaths between the two of you are only heard as miguel leans down, face closer to yours now.

“what’s making you shy, huh?” he asks, the argument from earlier clearly out of his head as he focuses on you. his one hand creeping up to gently caress yours, urging you to say it.

“miguel, please, stop playing with me.” you grumbled, ashamed how you liked how he was acting now. “it’s not funny.”

“i’m not joking around, am i?” he sasses but you held your hard gaze on him which he surrenders. “alright, i’m sorry.”

“no you’re not.” you sighed, knowing there will never be a genuine sorry from him which leaves you utterly defeated, more upset how you know he’s toying with your emotions right now. “i’ll take my leave.”

“y/n, don’t…”

“please stop.” you raise your hand for him to stop.

“i’m sorry.” he genuinely says, gripping your hand gently back down, squeezing it softly. his big gloved hand envelops yours as you studied his face to make sure he wasn’t fucking around. miguel practically knew what’s going on between the two of you, which of course why he liked arguing with you. the way your eyes would dilate all the time and beat of your heart racing whenever he gets super close to your personal space. addicting yet a dick move he was doing because in all, he very much likes you. and this time, this time it all snaps at the pinnacle seeing you shamelessly stare at his lips.

“thank you.” you softly say, glancing at his lips, the fangs subtly showing behind them as miguel swiftly dips forward to finally kiss you with such fervor.

your eyes widened as you gripped his broad shoulders, toes tip toeing, heart pounding as his arms wrapped around your waist. you moan out on his lips as you kissed him back the same passion. months of ignoring the unspoken tension between the two of you and at this moment it happened! you think that this all sinks in because of the situation, and you are right in your head. all of this should happen.

“miguel.” you pant breathily between his lips as he shushed you with another one, too lost in the moment.

“miguel please.” you begged for more as his hands dip down to squeeze your ass, lifting you up effortlessly with his spidey strength as your legs instinctively wrapped around his hips.

“i know.” he kisses your chin down to your neck, slowly walking to the desk nearby. your breasts squished together with his hard chest as you grind down, feeling the evident bulge underneath you.

“you’re an ass, ya know?” you mumbled in his ear as he sits you down on the desk, objects scattering at the impact. he continues his ministrations, the things he was supposed to do are far long gone in his head as his hand dip down to where your legs were open for him.

“that i certainly know.” he admits, you giggle suddenly knowing how defensive he is when people point that out.

“but right now, i’m being very nice, amor. very nice.” he whispers, nipping your ear as his gloved hand touches you there, the pencil skirt you were wearing scrunched up above your knees. you gasp, clutching his shoulders again as he chuckles lowly, feeling the wetness as his eyes stared at you with this animosity as he kneels down, kissing your thighs before he sharply opens your thighs wide. your covered cunt staring right before him, begging to be eaten and he sure will be. he looks up to see you, this wild look in your eyes as you nodded for approval which makes him genuinely smile.

“i’m feeling generous today. it’s a once in a lifetime scenario, huh? so you better feel lucky today.”

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I HOPE I DIDN’T MAKE MIGUEL OOC CUZ I ONLY WATCHED THE MOVIE ONCE. ANYWAYS PART 2? <3

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asha-mage · 4 months

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WoT Meta: Prophecies, Fated Lovers, and Robert Jordan's knack for finding the nuance underneath the myth

One complaint I've never understood about the way Jordan writes romances is the persistent claim that he over uses the 'prophesied love' trope.

In part for me, I think it's a little bit folks not seeing the forest for the trees. WoT is fundamentally about the relationship between myth and reality: the place where the fallen angel meets the disgruntled academic, the bitter accountant, and the man who never got over being too short. It's a story where the messiah is real and dealing with chronic pain and PTSD from his stigmata. Where a legendary High Queen has to deal with both marching armies to the apocalypse, and the irritating banal realities of being pregnant at the same time. Of course Jordan digs into the idea of prophesied love- it's a huge theme in folklore and mythologies the world over. Jordan wants to dig into what it really means for there to be a person out there that you are destined to be with: that is a match for you, decreed so by the universe itself....and that you get absolutely no agency and choice in choosing. If anything Tumblr, which adores the 'red string of fate'/'soulmark'/'soulmates share pain'/'world is black until you look into your soulmates eyes' (to name a few of the more prevalent ones- some of which Tumblr practically invented), should be super on board for the parade of fated lovers to be found in WoT. It's nothing short of baffling to me that their not more fondly viewed.

And I think that is tied to the follow up complaint: the criticism that Jordan 'uses prophecy love as a replacement for a romance arc'. But that is something that is just. Patently untrue.

Cause the thing is that is how soulmates are often used...in the majority of soulmate au fanfics you find here and on AO3- an excuse to get the really hard part (two characters realizing they are right for each other and love each other, then having the communication skills to articulate that so they can start a relationship) out of the way, so the author can focus on the fluff or angst or other part they and the audience want to get to. And that's fine! But that's not at all what Jordan does. Just like he does with the Prophecies of the Dragon, or Elaida's fortellings, or even just most of Min's viewings- Jordan takes the idea of the prophecy soulmate, this person decreed by some higher power to be Perfect For You and being right about it, and digs deeper, shining it in different lights and attacking it from different angles. Jordan gives the concept of the soulmate teeth, explores the spines and the sharp points of it: is it real love if it's fated and not your choice? Can you trust your own feelings, or are they fate's design working against you as surely as Aphrodite worked against Helen or Eros against Apollo? What is it like, to see someone one day, and know, beyond a shadow of a doubt that you would love this stranger? This question mark? This wildcard?

Rand's relationships with Min and Aviendha, as well as Mat and Tuon's courtship are great examples of this conundrum. Min and Aviendha have completely opposite reactions to the same information that demonstrates their unique strengths and weaknesses as characters and people, while Tuon and Mat's courtship is all about two people who know they will marry trying to figure out what that means, without ever confronting the reality of those prophecies directly.

Min, as befits a Seer who has learned time and time again that her viewings can not be changed, has resigned herself in an almost fatalistic fashion to all of them, and to loving Rand no less. Min knows that she, and two others, will love him, and she accepts its inevitability the same way she accepts Colavere's death, or Logain's glory, or the shattering of the White Tower. What is, is, and there is no sense or point in struggling against it. What concerns her a great deal more is what she doesn't know- she doesn't know if Rand will love her in return, she doesn't know the identity of the other two women who will love him, and she doesn't know if he will fall in love with one or both of the others but not her. Add to that Min's own insecurities about how she stands out and doesn't fit what her society deems 'proper', between her crossdressing, and her offputting manners, and it makes perfect sense that she's worried about making Rand love her. She doesn't mind sharing him- she hates the idea of being in love with a man who doesn't love her in return, of being stuck like 'Elmindreda' of the stories, sighing and pining endlessly for a man instead of being able to act, to take control of her own fate.

So she takes control: she learns to flirt from Leane, works hard at making herself desirable, and also indispensable: with her visions, her advice, even just her emotional support to Rand when he otherwise has no one else. The irony is that whenever Rand thinks of Min prior to her return to his side in LoC, it's about how much he liked her earthy honesty and lack of wiles: how she was earnest and made him feel at ease, and didn't 'spin his head like a top'- and that's still what he loves about her after they get together: the fact that she isn't fooled by his front, that she sees him clearly and refuses to be driven away the way so many others are so easily. The point is that Min never had to change, and in the ways that matter she didn't- she only thought she did because of her own fatalism.

Contrast that with Aviendha, who, after learning about being destined to fall in love with Rand, does everything in her power to prevent that outcome- because she is a warrior, a soldier, who has never yet met a problem that could not be killed, endured, or retreated from. Aviendha values nothing so much as her honor and her word- she has promised to keep Rand safe for Elayne and what greater act of dishonor could there be in that situation then not just failing in that promise, but despoiling (and she does view it that way) said man herself? So she is awful to him in the hopes of poisoning the well of affection or at least keeping him far enough away that she is never tempted. Aviendha hurls contempt and anger at him, berates him, does everything short of trying to stab him in an effort to make him hate her, and it doesn't work. Despite all her efforts to keep her thorny wall up, they are literally made for each other and can not help but be drawn together time and again. Despite all her efforts to insist, to him and herself, that she hates him, she can not hide entirely that the opposite is true: that she likes him, sees his strength and courage and resilience, and is a little in awe of his generous kindness.

This is why she vacillates wildly between wanting desperately to get away from him in The Fires of Heaven, to not wanting to leave his side: they are two planets caught in each other's gravity, with about as much chance of escaping each other. When she resorts to the last recourse of a soldier- retreat- and runs headlong into a blizzard that would surely kill her, Rand follows to try and save her life and she can deny the truth that she loves him no longer, nor can she resist taking him, even knowing that to redress that balance, she will one day have to offer her life to Elayne (as she attempts to do in LoC)- though fate still has other plans in store.

But in many ways the apex of this, the relationship that really shows Jordan's deconstruction of this trope, is Mat and Tuon. Before they ever lay eyes on each other, each is given a prophecy that they will marry the other: not that they'll love each other, not that they will be able to trust each other, not even that that will like each other: just that they will marry. And their strange courtship is a result of this knowledge, as each attempts to suss out the other, to try and understand them without ever overplaying their own hand. Each believes that the moment they admit their prophecy they will destroy any chance of real connection or understanding.

To Tuon, if Mat learns he is destined to wed her he gains something she can not abide: power over her, leverage that could be used to subvert her own plans and visions- because nothing matters more to Tuon than control, especially over herself. So she keeps her 'fortune' secret and tries to figure out: What will it mean to be married to Mat? Will he be a pretty trophy? A liability? A threat to her Empire? Will she have to kill him once she gets her heirs?

To Mat, if Tuon learns of his prophecy, she gains the power to take away his freedom, to snare and collar him and bind him to her, because that's how Mat deep down views marriage: as a binding cord, a loss of freedom, and nothing matters to Mat more than freedom. So he keeps his *Finn gained knowledge secret and tries to figure out: What will it mean to be collared by Tuon? Will she she treat him as a pretty and plaything the way Tylin did? Will she try to use him against Rand and the Westlands? Will she make him a slave and sent him to be beaten anytime he disobeys her? Will he have no choice but to fight her one day, this woman he is going to swear to spend his life with? Will he have to kill her the way he did Melindhra, and carry that guilt of mariticide on top of all else?

So the two stay in their strange limbo, because as long as they don't admit it out loud to the other, they can pretend they are still two people forced together by happenstance, and (each thinks) they can continue to try and understand and figure out the other, to find out where this inevitability of their marriage will really leave them, and if there can be even the faintest possibility of love in such circumstances. And that limbo- that protracted refusal to act as if they are under fate's direction- is what allows them to build a genuine bond of trust and respect for each other, and to start seeing the other person with the clarity that love requires. All this, so that when Tuon finally does play her hand, and reveal the truth....it's obvious they've long since fallen in love with each other (even though Tuon won't admit that to herself), and come to trust each other (even though Mat won't admit that to himself).

And the thing is- all of Jordan’s prophecy romances are written like this: from Egwene seeing that loving Gawyn might be both their downfalls in LoC and seeking him out anyways, to Perrin misinterpreting the 'falcon and hawk' viewing and thinking Faile is a danger to him when she's the love of his life, to Galad and Berelain not even being AWARE they’re fated to fall in love and just....do, at wild first sight (Another classic folklore/mythology trope). They also never find out: always remaining unaware that the Pattern had long since decreed that they would be together and being incredibly funny/annoying about it. The prophesied love is an example of classic Jordan: taking a common, maybe even ubiquitous premise, and asking those complicating questions that allow him to write it as something much more nuanced and interesting and fascinating. And he gets no credit for it, send tumble.

#Wheel of Time #WoT #Robert Jordan #WoT Meta #Wheel of Time Meta #Min Farshaw #Aviendha #Rand al'Thor #Mat Cauthon #tuon athaem kore paendrag #randmin #avirand #mat x tuon #matuon #WoT Book Spoilers #TOM Spoilers #I wanted to write more about some of the other Fated Lovers pairs in the series but this already got insanely long

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dietmountaindewbae · 1 year

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x. dracula teeth

alex turner x reader

requested by @malina-33 ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

word count: 4371

summary: A few months in a romantic relationship with (late AM) Alex has made you realize how secretive he is, but you never expected to find out how horrifying and profound was his secret

warnings: wax play, pa!n, degradat!ion, roughness, bl00d, sharp objects.

music recommendation: wax and wane cover by deftones

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The door squeaks open as you head downstairs to the poorly lit basement, you made a list of chores while Alex was away, he was gone touring, you never acknowledge how overwhelming the silence of his absence made you feel, you missed his loud records bright and early in the morning with a cup of coffee and a cigarette trapped between his fingers, his morning kisses, his pillow talks, casual naps, and gifts from just being there by his side. You spend most of the day cleaning his dark and humid basement, it was very badly illuminated but the only thing that kept your mind out of this was that he returned today, you were more than excited, there were no words in any language to express how happy you were to see him.

Cardboard boxes were scattered everywhere, and big shelves were stacked with more boxes, books, clocks, and notebooks, you were doing good by cleaning out that basement before everything got covered with fungus and nothing could be saved, you were almost done with the shelves, soon enough you moved to the boxes.

Each had books, old cassettes of music, vinyl, clothes, and shoes, they were antique, very old, even a bit yellow now that you looked at them closer, but how come did he have all of these clothes? Maybe it was from someone in their family but you awfully doubted how a person could stay the same size every year, and not only that but with each box that you opened the clothes only seemed to get older.

Questions were flooding your mind, but that was until you ran into another box that had no name, no label, forgotten in a dark corner of the basement, something inside you tells you to open it, and another voice asked you plenty of times if you really wanted to know what was inside of the box, but you didn't want to stay like this, you wanted to know the reason it was sealed with three layers of grey tape, and disguised as a normal box in plain sight.

You grabbed a blade and slid it down the middle of the box, and you opened it, it was an old red leather box, and inside there were pictures, but not just any kind of pictures, it made your blood go cold, and your face got paler as you saw them up close, your hands shaking, could you believe a man that never gets old? were all of those fiction movies and books actually real? are you in danger? what should you do? of course, you don't know what to do when your boyfriend of two years could have this major secret, and you were so dumb to believe the lies he told you, why he couldn't take that death ramps to ring out of his finger, why was he so pale, why did he disappeared for a whole night, why the news was never on TV, no newspaper, nobody tells you what to do when you're with someone like Alex.

It was madness, maybe this was just a joke, maybe it wasn't real, maybe your mind was just being paranoid. You didn't know what to do, who could you ask about this without being called crazy, you had no other way out of this, but then you heard the front door slam shut loudly.

The first thing you grabbed was the blade in your pocket, your hand was shaking, your ears were ringing, and your eyes were wide open, you slowly approached the living room, and then someone whispered to you.

"Boo" You turned around in the blink of an eye, about to dig the blade into their leg, "Woah! calmed down babe is just me" The relief of hearing it's me was bittersweet, you looked at him differently, and you backed away instead of kissing him or hugging him, "Look's like a vampire has drained all of your blood," You were silent, "Are you alright?"

"Mhm" You wrapped one arm around him to give him a short hug, but he spun you around too happy to see you, "I-I missed you"

"M-Me too" He mocked, "What's that?" He asked about the box sitting on the counter.

"Nothing!" You said immediately, "I-I mean, it's just a little surprise I got for you, but you can't see it yet!" You tried to cover your lie but for how long could you keep that up, you should ask the expert, "How was your flight? I saw you guys on the TV you were amazing"

"It was great, I drank the best margaritas ever, and for me to say that you know they were delicious" You faked a laugh, "Anyways... what about you?"

"Me?" You began to get a little nervous, "Nothin' just cleaning the place up" He nodded his head dropping his bags and slowly approaching you, you walked back, your body against the countertop, he smiled pressing the palm of his hand on your cheek, kissing your lips softly, his mouth was eager for more, his kisses felt the same, tasted the same, but you weren't the same, something inside you had changed, a part of your didn't know what to do with all of these questions, no answers, strange behaviors, now you didn't know how to act, how did you get into this, did he had powers? was he reading your mind right now?

"Babe?" He backed away, he felt something with you wasn't right, "Is everything ok with you?" You didn't notice you never returned the kiss.

"Yeah, I just need to run some errands... I'll be back"

The whole afternoon you were from library to library, the things on the internet, and the images seemed to get more violent with every tap you opened, and every page you flipped, murder, immortality, blood, flesh, holy water, crosses, the sun, fire, wooden daggers, hypnosis, speed, and the lovers, tragic lovers, could you end up like one of them? After two years of strange behavior, why hasn't he done anything to you? what's stopping him? Your phone buzzed.

my man 🎀 | 20:30 Are you coming back soon?

A bitter taste in your mouth formed, your insides twisting, and the only thing that you wanted to know was the truth, only the truth. Still, you didn't know if maybe your mind was fucked up enough and you should get something to protect yourself, and even if you wanted to you could never hurt him, he has never done anything considered violent towards you, he would never do something like that.

You took a cab on your way home, how did this ever happen to you? maybe he spend years in relationships with other girls, telling them the same excuses as you, he never lied, he didn't tell the truth.

He greets you at the door, waving his arm, his face shining in the moonlight, you smiled and kissed his cheek, once inside the whole place is dark, lit by warm candles that lead to the dining table, it had flowers, wine, and a meal for two.

"What's all of this?" You asked.

"I know I haven't been home in a while, that you've stayed here longer than we expected, so I made us this..." Steak with pasta, and potatoes, some homemade bread as well, Jesus he made all of this himself, "To show you I love you and very much"

"Thank you, baby, this looks great" You smiled at him, and he pulled a chair out for you, and when you saw that smile, it was like everything had been erased from your mind, when you saw that smile every cold-hearted word you wanted to say had slipped away, but you wanted the truth, and that smile could never make you forget about that, "Does the pasta have garlic?"

"Yes? And plenty... a pasta isn't pasta without garlic babe" He chuckled while you faked another laugh, "The steak has some too" His sharp knife cut the meat, and you watched how his medium rare steak with its juices spilling onto the plate with blood, the joy in his face as he eats it, your appetite had shrunk, and you took a big sip of your wine serving more, and the delicious food on your plate was your enemy, you couldn't process everything.

"Last time I checked you didn't like it that much" You joked, "Right, Alex?"

"That's ridiculous" He stopped eating for a minute as he stared into your eyes, something was out of place, "Why are you asking?"

"Why aren't you telling me the truth?" You confront him, why was he still acting like he didn't understand you? He whipped his mouth slowly, his hands forming fists, "You're not gonna say anything?"

"I don't know what you're talking about" He answered.

"I want the truth!" You demand, he didn't know what to say, what to do, how to explain the unexplainable, never in his life had he been caught, and whenever he was about to confess the truth he withdrew, but there was no way of escaping this.

"For the millionth time, I don't know what are you talking about, stop!" He yelled, the veins on his neck popping up.

"I'm leaving... I just can't" It was getting out of hand, and you weren't getting answers, hell, did you even want them? He couldn't take that at all, if you left that was like hell to him, he moved faster than you, too fast, your eyes were shut for a moment and when you opened them there he was in front of you stopping you from getting out, "How-" He held you down, putting his hand on your neck.

"Don't go" His eyes wide open staring at your soul.

"What are those pictures in the box Alex?" Your voice quivered, "Tell me they're fake" He couldn't answer that to you, he couldn't, his brain couldn't form a smart way to get himself out of that situation, you turned pale, filled with too many questions that frustrated you so much, all those secrets he couldn't keep anymore, "Tell me the truth" His jaw tensed.

"You know the truth, you know the word" That was his answer, and you felt like you could pass out at that moment from the shock, but it can't be, it's impossible, or could it be?

"Get off of me" You ordered, "You can't... it can't be..." You took a step closer to him, running your warm hands thru his cold skin, and dark brown hair, he had no wrinkles, no marks, not a single flaw, "You're a vampire" It sickened you to say it because you hoped it was all made up.

"You're not leaving me, are you?" He asked you, now more than ever you didn't want to go anywhere, "I love you, if you leave I'll die" He so desperately says.

"Not even vampires can die from love" What you didn't understand is the feeling of not being scared of him, not being scared of what he could do to you because if he wanted to he could do so, what did you have? what was it that stopped him?

"I can if you go," His all-black outfit made his skin shine in the pale moonlight, "I would never hurt you, my love, I would never... all of this time I cared for you because you're all I need, you're all I yearned for, you're all I want, you're the only thing that keeps me here, and God when I see you... I wish I had more control but I lose it so easily" The curves of your body were made for his hands to grab, just like a puzzle, the spirit he missed, the joy, the spark that lights his fire, "You my love are all I need now, and forever" His fingers ran thru your hair pulling it back, aiming his lips to yours, now you were the one with no self-control when it came to the way he kissed you so slowly, so gently, passionate raw love, it was setting you on fire.

"Show me how much you can love me" He grabbed your thighs, sprinted to the bedroom, and lay you down fast, your clothes were slowly discarded from your body as he kissed down every inch of it, his rough fingertips like feathers against your flesh, his nails digging very gently on your skin.

"You don't know how far can I take you, babe" You watched him stand up just to grab one of the red candles on the table, approaching you just like he was ought to get you, ought to destroy you like he had been watching your every move, he hovered your body, "Close your eyes" His voice so hunting, your heart felt like it was about to beat out of your chest, you didn't know what he could do, he promised to take you far, but how far? how deep? He created new limits, and everything you once knew was changed, took a 360, and now all you knew was that even if this man hid his true self for years, he did it out of love for you.

He shushed you, his fingers running down from the middle of your chest, creating goosebumps along the way, to your sensitive spot, you unconsciously tensed up, "Relax," He whispered to you, his rough hands laddered your body in oil, your arms, neck, collarbone, chest, down to your stomach to your legs, he did this with such adoration and love for what he calls his, and you were more than willing to follow whatever he asked you to do.

When you least expected it, a trace of warm wax was spilled on your body, it didn't burn, it didn't hurt, it was sickeningly enjoyable, you gasped when those first few drops were spilled on your chest, the flame of the candle shined against your body, as he spilled a few more down your arm, "A-Alex..."

"You love it, don't you?" His fingers coated in the essential oil slowly descended to your sensitive spot, "Mmmm you do" There was no way you could deny it when your pussy was soaking wet from the hot wax against your skin, the shivers that ran up your skull when he whispered to you, "You love how warm it feels on you, right?" He demonstrates his tolerance, but not only that, he demonstrates how much he likes it by pouring some on his chest, it was a sight to see, his chest raising up and down fast as he drips more down his veiny arms, he makes fists with his hands as he breathes thru the pain, "You're as twisted as me, do you want more?" His breathy voice asked you, but he needs no answer from your mouth, your eyes were the ones that shined when he asked you, he poured more drops down your belly, the heat, pleasure, and pain mixing together to make you feel ecstasy.

"Oh fuck me-" You said, his fingers lazily grazing your clit dipping the tip of his fingers inside you, you trembled pushing your hips forward to get them to sink further in, he took his fingers away, looking at you frustrated, you did something wrong, you shouldn't have moved, and you would regret it, he stood up from the bed, you tried to stop him but he put your hand away, "Wait-" He left the room.

Your heart shrunk a little, you waited like a puppy waving her tail hoping he would come back soon, and when he did he came back with two short ropes, "Do you trust me?" He asked you, you locked eyes with his as you nod.

"Yes... of course I do" He grabbed your right hand, tying your wrist to the headboard as he kept that intense eye contact, figuring out what he could do to you next, there were so many ideas on his mind, twisted, evil, he just wanted to tear you apart.

He caressed your face with the tip of his finger, you were delicate to him, like a sculpture, a painting, a porcelain doll, he could sit and adore you for hours and with each minute that passed he would still be mesmerized by you, once your other hand was tied up he hovered you over, kissing your face as he sneaked his hand to grab the candle, he poured the hot wax between your tits, the flame grazing your skin in a hot breeze, you gasped, short on your breath, for the excitement of the danger, "You're a masochistic fuck, even if you don't say it... you can't hide it from me," His fingers went down to your cunt, which he so blatantly touched forcing his fingers inside your pussy that was contracting around nothing, you were desperate for more than just fingers.

"I need you inside me, please... I need it" He covered your mouth with his hand shushing you.

"Don't cry, you'll get it once I'm done with you" He comforted you, just the hope of hearing he'll eventually finish you up very nicely had you convinced to settle down for his fingers at the moment, but you were almost drooling by thinking about him inside you, just going all feral, he always measured himself to not hurt you but this time you didn't care, you just wanted everything, all of it. You felt everything at its highest peak, the pain, and the ecstasy, such a sweet combination, he takes the advantage of your eyes closed, finally relaxing a little bit, while giving in to his fingers, pouring wax on your lower belly, and on your hips.

You covered up your weeping, your body twisting as the hot wax ran down your sides, you knew the burn was gonna be over soon but his fingers worked wonders between your legs, it made you want, and need, but you felt pathetic to admit it, "I want more" You groaned, "I-I want it"

He was awed, you felt ready for more, it turned you on, it set you on fire and it was hard to change your mind, you felt addicted to the rush and once it was down you wanted another try, he poured wax on your tits and in your hips, you hissed and tried to relax as the pain fades, "More, babe?" You hummed as a yes, he drips more on your inner thighs, and you moaned instead of groaning, "You sick little fuck, you're making a mess on the blankets you know that? and oh... you taste so fuckin' good" He put his two fingers inside his mouth, tasting you so lustfully, taking in a breath, he had never tasted something so good, "Taste yourself" He slipped one finger inside your mouth, and you sucked it butting the tip of his finger before he replaced it with his mouth, he was eager, you felt him hard against your thigh, you couldn't handle it any longer, you wanted his dick way far up inside you, as he pulled away he trapped your lower lip between his teeth, he nibbled on it way too hard until you felt the taste of your own blood, his heart began to speed.

He sucked on it so gently, your heart beating out of your chest as he kissed you deeply, the taste of the red wine, and blood mixing together on his tongue so deliciously, but he stopped leaving you winded, "It's so easy to lose control for you," His eyes bloodshot red, his teeth fighting the urge to dig themselves on your neck, your flesh was so nice, and when you saw his sharp Dracula teeth you weren't scared, you weren't afraid, you felt wanted so badly he could even consume you, every last drop, you smiled at the sight, the blue moon rising, painting his cold skin like soft snow.

Just like a piece of meat he opens you up, positions himself between your legs, shoving his hard cock inside you, his rough hands tying your legs on his hips, pumping your pussy so roughly, going crazy, and it hurt but you didn't want to take it slow either, your knees high up as he lifts his hips up and down, burying his cock inside you hitting the spot that made you see stars, "Oh fuck... right there please!" You screamed holding on to the ropes, "Fuck...Alex!" You scream from the bottom of your throat, it was probably the loudest you've screamed.

"Oh fuckin' hell you just get tighter... are you gonna cum for me?" He pounded your pussy nice and loud, driving his hips forward and back, the bed frame hitting the wall as he kept fucking you, tears rolled down your eyes, he was a feral beast, while you were tied, forced to submit but you loved every minute of it, his cock strokes your walls just right, while they tighten around him, only getting wetter making it easy for him to fuck.

"Yeah... cum with me... cum inside my pussy... please" You gasped, "Please I want it... I want it so bad" You whined as your stomach contracted, "Ah! shit" Sweat, oil, tears, and wax covered your whole body up, Alex groaned taking a much deeper pace, burying himself inside you, your legs wide open as he thrusts his hips, only three more pounds, and he came inside your pussy just like you wanted, his hot release coating your walls, you hummed content.

He giggled, "I could love blood but you love cum," You nodded your head, it was like your addiction, every since he did it that one time, you loved it so much you desperately begged for him to finish inside you, "Cum junkie"

"Kiss me" He took a deep breath in, and you came alive after that raging orgasm, he was so pleased with the way you felt the whole night, but you still had something that was bothering you, "Al" You whispered, and he broke the kiss.

"Yes?" He pecked your mouth.

"I want to be with you," You said to him, he smiled at you so in love.

"You have me for as longs as you want" But he wasn't understanding you, maybe it was too much to ask, and it was serious business.

"Always, forever... until my last breath," You said, his eyes changed, you weren't really asking him that, right?

"Babe, this is not something I asked for" He pulled out of you gently, you felt empty but pleased at the same time, he was worried you were taking this choice by impulse without thinking it straight, it would be selfish if he just turned you because he wanted you, quite the contrary, he would stay with you until you weren't young and beautiful, he would stay as long as he could, "You gotta understand that, it's serious shit"

"I know! But Alex... I don't know if I'll ever be the same, I want to be with you until the end of times until the stars fall from the sky, and the sea dries, until then I'll stay with you... turn me please, I love you now, and forever"

"I adore you, you're my girl, my love, heart, mind, soul, you're everything" God that man was just like poetry, "But I can't... you're not thinking straight, love, this is permanent... this is forever"

"Just like my love for you, I loved you the first time, and I loved you the last time, and I'll love you forever... you'll do this because you love me... not out of selfishness or some sort of whim, this will set our love on stone," He sighed, there was no way he could change your mind, no way in talking you out of it, and he was scared, "I'll be ok... I swear I'll love you until the end of times, and pain only lasts for little" He was speechless, it was his take at the end of the day, you made the statement but it was his choice whether or not to make it real, there was a lot of reasons as why he thought being a vampire meant being miserable for a whole lifetime, watching the people you love the most die, and not being able to protect everyone you love from the world, but he was not capable of just turning people because he could, but you were more than sure you wanted this, and for many many years, he never felt this amount of love for someone, he fought thru the need of digging his sharp fangs into your skin because, above everything, he loved you, and if this was the way he needed to show you how much he does, then he'll do it.

His mouth slowly inched closer to you, he tried to be as gentle as possible, leaving a kiss on your neck before whispering in your ear, "I love you forever" He dug his sharp fangs into your tender flesh, and you screamed as he sucked out the blood from your neck, your heart beating so fast at the beginning until sit fell down to a slow rhythm, your vision got blurry, your heart pounding on your ears, the venom burned on your blood, but when he was over, he bit his own arm, the bite mark shaping perfectly with your mouth, "Drink it, now" He ordered, you sucked on his own cold blood, and you kept drinking until you blacked out from the unbearable pain, feeling your heart sink slowly on your ears, he comforted you humming into your ear as a song, telling you everything was going to be fine, holding you for the rest of the night.

From the black, you saw a white crack, your eyes slowly opening, blinking away some tears, you saw everything differently, you felt different but when you looked at him watching you in awe with a smile nothing had changed about him and you, and that was the last normal thing you knew it would never change, your love was more alive than ever.

"Until the end of times," Both said, wrapping yourselves in a deep kiss.

A/N

Sorry, the chapter was taken down by the community guidelines, i had to change the image because it appears to be very inappropriate, but i hope you enjoyed this chapter i worked extra hard on it, stay tuned for more, it’s easier for me to post during the weekend, forehead kisses to you.

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Pairing : Leon Dompteur x Fem!OC (Self Insert)

Prompt : A Series Of Firsts "First Date" (planned fake date)

Previous Prompt : First Kiss

Warning : No warning

Words : 1531 counts

Hosted by : @aquagirl1978

A/N : My last entry for this challenge, I had fun writing and it was a good opportunity to introduce my OC to y'all and I'm glad there are who loved her and her interaction with Leon. Hope you have fun reading this fic I wrote and Happy (Early) New Year 🎊💕

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“Ugh...” she sighs. "Really? Again?" he said with a hint of amusement in his voice. As she sighed once more, he couldn't help but smirk, his amber-colored eyes meeting her jade gaze. "It's the tenth time you've sighed, you know," he teased, causing her to gritter teeth. "And I'm ready to sigh again because of the situation you've put me in!" she exclaimed, anger palpable in her voice. "I had no other way out. Everyone was convinced that we were dating, and I couldn't bear to disappoint them," he explained, leaning back and maintaining his smile. "Oh, please. That's your problem, not mine," she retorted sharply, her eyes boring into his. "And of all the people who saw us-you know-it was Prince Yves Kloss!" she added with frustration. It was clear that the situation had been a disaster for her, and she began to cover half of her face with her hand, indicating that she wished to remain unseen after such a humiliating experience.

As she reminisced about the humiliating experience, she couldn't help but wish for an escape--for the ground to swallow her whole, for the memories to vanish into thin air. She had been caught playing the violin in a suburb of the capital, and to her surprise, Leon was among the crowd. But it was not until later that she realized he was not alone; instead, Prince Yves had been with him as well. His serious, sharp eyes had caused her to suddenly stop performing, as if all the air had been knocked out of her.

Romarin narrowed her eyes in question, sensing something amiss as Leon leaned back in his chair and failed to provide a clear answer. "Why was Prince Yves with you, and why were you together? Do you know each other?" She demanded, her tone growing sharper. “What do you think?” Leon's answer only served to irk Romarin further, causing her to furrow her brows in frustration. "I think you should stop being evasive and give me a straight answer," she said, her voice carrying a threatening tone, one that Leon had come to enjoy since their first meeting. But her reaction was hardly what Leon expected, as he burst out laughing at the mention of the date. "Don't forget that we are on a date right now, and it's bad manners to talk about anyone else," Leon warned, a hint of a smirk growing wider as he awaited Romarin's reaction.

Romarin looked at Leon with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "You do realize that this is all an act, right?" Leon smiled, understanding her intentions. "Yes, I'm aware," he said, as he gestured to the people around them. "No one has any idea that this is fake. To them, our relationship is real." Romarin raised an eyebrow and leaned in, her gaze locking onto Leon's. "And who is responsible for this deception?" Leon shrugged indifferently. "You are," he said bluntly. "You started all of this." Romarin snorted in annoyance and poked her cheek in response. "Now it's my fault?" "Didn't you use me to escape from your stalker?" Leon replied with a hint of sarcasm. "So technically, you are responsible." She scoffed and leaned back in her chair, refusing to look at Leon directly. Leon noticed the redness spreading across her cheeks, the result of her annoyance. He couldn't help but find the sight of her annoyed features incredibly attractive.

"How long will you keep staring?" She said, refusing to meet Leon's gaze. "Until you start mastering the role well," he continued, his tone playful, as he rested his cheek on his hand. Romarin was getting increasingly annoyed and was about to snap back at him when she finally decided to meet his gaze. To her surprise, he was smiling slightly, and the familiar thought crossed her mind once more. "You expect me to go along with it?" she finally snapped, and he responded with a simple yes, still smiling. The tension between them was thick in the air, and Romarin thought it was about to burst into flames. But to her surprise, they both started laughing, and it was as if the tension had simply vanished. Romarin couldn't help but think that, even if the whole thing was just an act, she was having a great time. After a while, the two of them regained their composure and Leon leaned forward, his gaze still trained on her. "So, are you thinking about punching me later?" he teased. Romarin chuckled sarcastically. "I see you know me well now," she replied, her eyes still locked on his. Finally, as if the tension that had been swirling between them had suddenly disappeared and Romarin was aware that Leon was enjoying every moment of it.

"Oh look who we have here!" Another female voice suddenly interrupted them. Romarin turned her head to see who it was, and realized it was the waitress. The waitress confidently approached their table and looked directly at the duo, admiring them. She looked at Leon and said, "It's been a long time, Leon" and then directed her attention to Romarin. "And I see that you brought a lady with you, quite the catch, I'd say," she said with a sly smile to Leon. He simply nodded, indicating that she was right, and finally spoke up. "Finally, the girl of my dreams agreed to go out on a date with me." Romarin looked at him with wide eyes in shock at what he said and whispered under her breath, "You're unbelievable..." The two of them received a gentle laugh from the waitress.

"Hehe," the waitress said, adding to the mood. "It's definitely a moment worth celebrating. Let me go get you two something special." "Of course," Leon said, "we'll have the finest champagne-" "Milk," Romarin suddenly interrupted him. She crossed her arms and looked at Leon with cold eyes, and he blinked, trying to understand what the woman in front of him was aiming for. "A cup of warm milk will do," Romarin continued. No one said anything after that, leaving a heavy silence to fill the air. Romarin continued, "Isn't it on your list here?" She looked at the waitress, and she nodded in return. "Um...yeah, but it's rare that someone would ask for that," the waitress said hesitantly. "Then we'll be the first two to ask for it," Romarin replied, a hint of slyness in her voice. "Two?" Leon whispered, surprised by what he had just heard. He received a sly look from Romarin in return, making him feel confused and intrigued all at the same time.

The cups arrived at their table, both filled with the warm white milk, which Romarin immediately began to enjoy. Romarin blew lightly on her cup to cool it before taking a sip, looking at Leon with narrowed eyes, waiting for a reaction. Leon simply took his cup and began to drink it in one go, as if it were an alcoholic beverage, and ended up finishing it a lot quicker than Romarin had anticipated. Romarin was left stunned, her lips pressed to the edge of her cup, trying to comprehend what had just happened. She watched as Leon sipped the warm liquid as if it were the rarest of fine wines, and then suddenly, he finished it, leaving a tiny puddle of milk at the bottom of the cup. Romarin couldn't help but be impressed and a little bit confused by the way Leon had downed it so easily. "Well, I guess the saying is true, 'Don't knock it until you've tried it,'" Romarin said, breaking the silence, finally taking a sip of her own cup after Leon's impressive display.

The silence between them stretched on for a few moments, Romarin's mind racing with thoughts about what Leon might say next, and how she would respond. Finally, he spoke, his voice close to a whisper, "You won't overthrow me." Romarin shrugged her shoulders, still not looking at him. "I was expecting you to refuse to drink it altogether, saying something silly like 'Milk is only for children.' I guess not," she said, a hint of amusement in her voice. "I see," said Leon, tilting his head to one side. "Well, anyway, a warm drink at a cold time like this will definitely do the trick."

Romarin's laughter was infectious, and soon Leon found himself laughing along with her, even though he wasn't sure exactly what she was laughing at. He noticed that she was pointing to his lip and realized that he had a milk mustache on his face from drinking the warm milk. To Leon's surprise, Romarin found this absolutely hilarious and couldn't stop laughing. She was wheezing and gasping for air, and Leon found himself laughing harder as she did, her laughter sounding like a beautiful melody to his ears. Seeing her like this made Leon realize how rarely he had seen her laugh, and it warmed his heart to know that he could make her smile and laugh like this. He decided to keep the milk mustache on his face, just to make her laugh a second and third time, and enjoyed their time together in the small cafe.

@leonscape

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For the make your OC clones suffer questions.

Oh boy there's some good ones. I would love to hear about Dax and Banshee if that's okay?

It's hard to choose, but I'm going with these. Could I hear:

16: What haunts them?

21: What's their relationship to sex? Modesty?

25: Have they tore someone to shreds with their bare hands?

Thank you

I'm so excited to tell you about Banshee, but first:

For Dax too? Oh thank you for asking about Dax'Malkin, he is so complex and lore rich, thank younfor asking about him too ♡♡♡

What haunts them?

Dax: Ready for some lore? The thing that haunts Dax'Malkin most is the lose of his twin brother, Krazus. The two were younglings together with the jedi, twin sons, always together. This made it easy for the Night Sisters of Dathomir to take them together. In a ritual to turn them both dark side for The Night Sister's favor, something went wrong. Dax'Malkin's body was changed, beastial spikes growing from his back, his teeth pointed and sharp, the whites of his eyes now an inky black. But still, his heart stayed in the light. When he awoke, the jedi who saved him told Dax that his brother had been lost to them... Dax didn't question this, thinking that his brother had died in the ritual.

After this, Dax'Malkin has always had darkness whispering in his mind, in his heart. He fights hard to keep it at bay, but the ghosts of his past never leave him. He sees them in his reflection every day.

Banshee: Aside from o66, something that haunts Banshee is his first botched mission. He and his brothers were trying to save some refugees from a war-torn planet, but things didn't go exactly as planned. He was moving forward with a small group of the refugees, taking them from a covered area through a field, back toward transport. He didn't see the separatist forces closing in from above, silent as the night... the only one that didn't make it was a kid. The mother screamed and yelled in pain the whole way to the camps, it was the only time Banshee didn't try to drown out the sounds of the battlefield.

If Banshee were ever to have a child, he'd insist on naming them Jaia, after the kid Banshee feels responsible for losing.

Have they torn someone to shred with their bare hands?

Dax: Yes, and it terrifies him. Once Athena fell and Dax went full dark side, he fucking lost everything. He's killed every single clone in the 404th except for Grave Squad, and he does everything he can to hunt them down for the death of Athena. (Don't worry he gets better and gets a reunion with Grave and Athena its not even an AU or a fix it fic its for real)

Banshee: Not with his bare hands, but he is an explosives expert. He's juiced a few people. But Droids? Yeah, he's ripped them apart many, many times.

Modesty and sex question under the cut ✂️

What's their relationship to sex? Modesty?

Dax: oh for sure this Jedi Master fucks. His view on the "No love" policy is "fuck that. Have objectivity. Do not sacrifice the good of the many for the good of the one. Obsession is not love." For this he would straight up hate Anakin lmao, because Anakin is obsessed with Padme. Yeah he loves her, but he's also obsessed with her.

But anyway back to Dax. He's not like, running around telling everyone about his exploites, but he's open about them when he's asked. His padawan and adoptive daughter, Annika Cree, asked once when she was little, "Have you ever been in love?" He replied no, not romantically, but physically, and has experienced deep familial love. When she was older, he told her about the safety and precautions she'd need to take around sex and relationships, and he made sure to create an environment where she could always come to him for guidance and advice on these things.

Banshee: it takes Ban a good while to finally be intimate with a partner. That's not to say he doesn't have the drive, often he has it right away, but he's very sensitive and docile. He wants to make sure everything is true on both sides, that they both want it, that it's not the only thing they both want, and that sex isn't the end of their time together. Ban's sex drive is very very high, but his need for intimacy is even higher than that.

#from the archivist #grave squad clones #clone oc banshee #jedi oc dax'malkin #Dax'Malkin Valka #oc ask game

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The Different Tribes/Species in One Piece

This topic was requested by @dogfightx - thank you for your question!

General Introduction

The world of One Piece is extremely vast and diverse, with its whackiness ranging from all sorts of odd islands to weird weather phenomena to the creatures that inhabit it. At this point of the live action, you may not know that much about them, but as the story goes on and we enter the Grand Line, you'll start to see a lot more of what the world has to offer. It's fairly rare to see anything other than humans in, say, the East Blue (which is why Arlong was such a big deal), but not impossible (see, once again, Arlong, the host at Baratie in the live action, and Merry - but we'll get to him later).

As such, here's my list of the most important, naturally-appearing, humanoid species - or "races" as they're referred to in the wiki, but that term just really bothers me - you can find in the world of One Piece. You won't find any artificial races or animals in this post. If you want something on that, let me know! I'm gonna be listing them in chronological order of their appearance, so you can tap out whenever you like. As usual, I'll try to keep this spoiler-free. This also means there will be no pictures because those could be spoiler-y - and because I can't possibly fit the diversity of some of these species into one picture. If you want pictures, just ask!

Humans

(First appeared: ch. 01; ep. 01; s01ep01)

You're probably gonna say: "Evie, they're humans, what's so special about them? Just skip it!" But oh no, my dear reader, humans in One Piece are far from regular humans. Most of the humans you might have seen so far in the live action are fairly normal. They might look a little quirky sometimes, like Nami and Zoro with their "unnatural" hair colors. Their hair colors are natural. And that's just the start of how odd humans can get.

Admittedly, we have no way of knowing how far the live action will actually go with the freakishness of humans, but it did keep Buggy. Yes, Buggy's clown nose is real. He was born like that. Humans can have "non-human" features and still be fully human. Feel free to give your OCs pointy ears, sharp teeth, even horns. Some humans in the manga look like apes while still being fully human. You can also make them freakishly large. For reference, one of the tallest humans in the One Piece universe is nearly 30 feet tall with no mixed genes in sight - and their parents are regular-sized! But these are really the outliers and they appear fairly late in the story, oftentimes as antagonists, usually intentionally made to impose respect. And again, there's really no way of knowing if the live action will pick this up in cases where it isn't mandatory for the character to work. Most humans are just regular people with maybe one or two appearance quirks.

So, you can get away with some strange design choices for your humans without them having any mixed blood. But here's the thing: Humans are also compatible with most if not all other species of the One Piece world! Hybrids usually inherit a large chunk of the non-human features of their non-human parent. So, create away!

Humans are the most dominant species across all seven seas to the point that encountering another species or tribe outside of their homeland is fairly rare, and they usually have a bit of a rocky relationship with other species, mostly due to actions of the World Government or the fact that they're considered weak in comparison to some other species I'll touch on later. Humans are often freaked out by the special traits of other tribes and those tribes are often freaked out by humans because they lack those traits.

Most humans have a lifespan that we would consider normal in our world, but there is one character who is currently close to 150 years old and at perfect health, due to her medical expertise. Sanji and Usopp also both claim to never have been sick, but in both of their cases, it should be taken with a huge grain of salt, though for very different reasons.

Fishmen

(First appeared: ch. 69; ep. 31; s01ep05)

Fishmen were introduced to us in the live action as incredibly strong and durable, their skin even able to withstand bullets. That bullets part doesn't hold up for the manga and anime though and may have been special to Arlong, who is a fairly strong fishman. Generally speaking though, fishmen are on average ten times stronger than your average human. It's a tradition in their society to tattoo the symbol of a group you belong to on your body, for example Arlong's jolly roger, the sawfish tattoo.

Fishmen vary greatly in appearance because they can be based on every type of fish imaginable, as well as other sea creatures like squids and octopodes. Crustaceans so far haven't been shown but might also be possible. This can result in some fishmen having multiple sets of arms, for example, or special abilities. Remember Arlong and Luffy's little jabs at each other about having expected the other to be taller? Well, in Luffy's case of insulting Arlong, this is actually a reference to manga canon where Arlong is, in fact, noticably taller. This is a trait shared among many fishmen. They also always have legs and gills at the base of their neck which are also their weak point. This played a huge part in how Sanji defeated Kuroobi in the anime, by the way! They were fighting under water, where a fishman's power is doubled and a human's power is halved. Sanji, close to drowning, blew air into Kuroobi's gills, forcing the fishman to surface and take the battle back to land. Maybe this little bit of information is useful to my fellow fic authors in the future. Many fishmen also have webbed hands and those sharing the genes of a type of shark usually have very sharp teeth. Sharks are also considered some of the strongest fighters among fishmen. Yes, Arlong is a shark, a sawshark to be exact.

As you may have guessed, fishmen can breathe underwater and in the air. Get air or other substances in their gills and they can't breathe underwater anymore, just like how humans can't breathe air if their airways are somehow blocked. Some fishmen are also trained in Fishman Karate, a special martial art that allows them to control water - a very potent weapon, especially against devil fruit users. Their genetics can get very weird, with people often inheriting traits from distant ancestors.

And yes, in case you were wondering, there are female fishmen, referred to as fishwomen. They're also mammals, by the way.

Fishmen mostly live on their own secluded island under the sea, called Fishman Island. Those who don't are usually pirates, but there also are some fishman civilians living on land. Fishmen and humans have a very strained relationship, with fishmen believing humans to be violent and dangerous, but also weak and inferior to fishmen. Humans, in turn, have a long history of classifying fishmen as fish instead of men and discriminating against them. This isn't true for all humans and all fishmen though. Both species are very capable of living together in harmony and there are known hybrids between them.

The following species haven't been introduced in the live action yet! I'll introduce them in the most spoiler-free way possible, but if you consider simply knowing about them a spoiler, this is your chance to close this post.

Giants

(First appeared: ch. 96; ep. 45)

Giants are, well, giants. They're incredibly strong, incredibly big (real, full-blooded giants are at least 12m tall and stand at 20m at average) and can get incredibly old. There are different tribes of giants but the most commonly known ones are the ones from the island of Elbaf, which is viking-themed. One other tribe of giants are the Ancient Giants, which reach around 60m in height and have ogre- or oni-like features. There is also a tribe that resembles yetis, standing at roughly 40m tall.

Giants age slowlier than humans do. The difference is barely noticable while they are children, but by the time they are adults, an 80-year age gap between two giants is somewhat like a twenty-year age gap between humans. In their early eighties, a giant may look to be in their early thirties by human standards. The oldest giants seen in the story are over three centuries old.

Hybrids between giants and fishmen are called "wotans". They're noticably shorter than giants and maintain a lot of their fishman heritage.

Culturally speaking, giants value a warrior's honor. They celebrate the winter soltice in a festival and fast for twelve days before it. When it comes to relations between giants and humans, there mostly aren't any real animosities, but there is some amount of friction.

Shandia

(First appeared: ch. 221; ep. 145)

Shandia are one of three (officially) tribes who originally came from the moon. Yes, you read that right. They're largely human in appearance with small wings of white feathers on their backs that are too small for them to fly. Per tradition, they often have tattoos across their body. They're modeled after the indigenous cultures of the Americas.

Many Shandia have a hatred for foreigners for historical reasons that I won't mention here because of spoilers. They're a very dedicated tribe and many of them are fearsome warriors. A central belief of the Shandia is worshipping their ancestors, mainly the legendary warrior Kalgara.

Skypieans

(First appeared: ch. 238; ep. 153)

Skypieans are another species originally from the moon. They're very similar to Shandia except they're not modelled after indigenous people (meaning they're mostly fairly light-skinned) and their wings are slightly less detailed, sharp and defined than those of the Shandia. They're a very peaceful tribe and also can't fly.

The Skypieans have a caste system that they rarely question.

There's a third tribe of people that's confirmed to be from the moon, the Birkans, but they barely have anything to talk about, so I'll just mention them here. Some of them look very human, some of them have a goat-like appearance. They also have small white wings but they're down-turned and, you guessed it, they can't fly.

Merfolk

(First appeared: ch. 195 (cover story); ep. 306)

There's no pirate story without mermaids, of course, so here they are! These are your regular old mermen and mermaids, mostly. Human upper body with a fish tail - or octopus tentacles. I haven't seen any crustaceans around yet, but that might also be possible. Biologically, they function very similar to fishmen, including being able to inherit traits from their distant ancestors, and can mate with them. However, they usually don't give birth to hybrids. Their children are either fishmen or merfolk. There are hybrids between humans and merfolk though! They're virtually indistinguishable from full-blooded merfolk in the first generation but lose almost all merfolk features by the second generation. Merfolk live on the same island as fishmen and the royal family of the island comes from their ranks.

Mermaids' tails split when they turn 30, meaning they can walk on land more easily, whereas males keep their tails intact all their lives. Don't ask me how this works for our octopodes folk, I have no idea. They can consciously merge their tail back together for swimming. Mermen generally have a more fish-like appearance similar to fishmen, whereas mermaids usually look fully human save for their tails and have a dazzling natural beauty, which soaking in water allows them to maintain. I don't know about you guys, but I see a lot of gender-bending potential here :)

Merfolk, unlike fishmen, live a mostly vegetarian lifestyle, though it's unknown whether this is for cultural or biological reasons. They're usually good natures and are said to save drowning sailors. They're the fastest swimmers in the entire world of One Piece and can talk to sea creatures and even control them to some extent. However, this excludes sea kings (save for one very special person). Like fishmen, they have a water-based fighting style called "Merman Combat", but it's less useful than fishman karate since merfolk are less capable of walking on land.

Kuja

(First appeared: ch. 498; ep. 392)

The Kuja are, essentially, humans, except for one very important detail: They're all female. They're a lot like the Amazons from Greek mythology in that they're an all-female warrior tribe, but they go one step further: Weirdly enough, all Kuja seemingly only ever give birth to females. Maybe that's because of something going on with their island, but that's just my theory. As such, most Kuja go through their life never having seen a man before. Don't ask me how they keep their population up like that, I have no clue. But this could be a fun thing to play with in fanfiction!

The Kuja are ruled by an Empress and have their own pirate crew called the Kuja Pirates, though not all Kuja are part of the crew. Lots of them spend a relatively peaceful life on Amazon Lily, especially considering that they're fierce warriors. Their clothing is generally very revealing and could be considered offensive by outsiders. (Good luck with that one, live action!) Being warriors, lots of Kuja are fairly muscular, and they consider strength to be beauty. They all have a pet snake that can take on various forms like a bow, for example, and can track people or objects. Most Kuja have no idea what devil fruits are. No men are allowed on the Kuja's territory, potentially because the Kuja's empress can catch a disease known as "love sickness" when she falls in love with a man but keeps that love suppressed due to her tribe's traditions and laws, which will lead to her eventual death.

Longarm Tribe

(First appeared: ch. 498; ep. 392)

People from the longarm tribe have a second joint in their arms, leading to them to have very long arms - hence the name. There's at least some amount of racism against them for their appearance. Apparently, there's at some animosity between longarms and longlegs. They can have a hybrid child with both parents' special features, being referred to as someone from the "longlimb tribe". Hybrids between longarms and humans maintain the tribe's long arms. Longarms seem to be largely Chinese-themed in their fashion.

Minks

(First appeared: ch. 498; ep. 392)

Minks are a lot like fishmen, concept-wise, except they're based on mammals instead of aquatic creatures. Or, to say it more bluntly: Furries, rejoice! Minks are anthropomorphic animals. They have been largely isolated from other species for about 1000 years and refer to humans as "lesser minks" for their lack of fur but have no animosity towards them, considering them a type of monkey mink. Lots of minks also carry over some traits from their animal resemblance. For example, canine minks have a thing for bones. Yes, they have toe beans. Similar to fishmen, the type of animal minks are born as doesn't have to be directly hereditary.

Contrary to what the world believes about them, minks are actually very welcoming towards visitors - the only issue is reaching them. Additionally, minks have access to newspapers and are thus informed about world events. They also know about devil fruits and are fiercely loyal to their friends.

Minks are born great fighters. They possess incredible strength or speed and are extremely stealthy. Additionally, they can generate electricity, which is how you can differentiate a true mink from an animal-based devil fruit user, for example. The minks of Zou know a powerful transformation called "Sulong" which is activated by looking at the full moon for a specific period of time. During this transformation, they grow larger and their hair longer and more voluminous, turning white along with their fur. This transformation greatly increases their strength and speed, however, it has massive drawbacks. If the user hasn't been trained to suppress their feral urges, they will go on a rampage, and using it for too long will result in potentially fatal exhaustion. To transform back, a mink's view at the moon would have to be blocked, either by clouds or by covering their eyes.

Minks take great pride in their fur and don't eat meat from anything that has fur. They do, however, eat animals like fish and reptiles. Generally speaking, minks are very physically affectionate and consider sharing close an act of friendship. They great each other by rubbing their cheeks together and saying "Garchu!" and refusing this or other physical affection could lead to them becoming upset.

There is a theory out there that Merry is part mink, due to his sheep-like features, which are even more pronounced in the manga.

Longleg Tribe

(First appeared: ch. 651; ep. 570)

As the name suggests, members of the longleg tribe have very long legs, making them much taller than average humans. They seem to have a tradition of showing off their legs through clothing or jewelry and, most importantly, tattoos, though not all longlegs do this. Their legs are the most important part of their fighting style and if they use any weapons, they are scaled to their increased height. Hybrids between humans and longlegs look virtually the same as full-blooded longlegs. There is apparently some animosity between longlegs and longarms, but this is never directly addressed and they can be seen working together, their hybrids being known as "longlimbs".

Three-Eye Tribe

(First appeared: ch. 651; ep. 571)

As the name suggests, these people have three eyes instead of two, their third eye being considered "creepy" by other species. Because of this, they might cover it up. A full-blooded member of this tribe has never been shown in the story, but a hybrid between a human and a three-eyed person looks like a normal human, save for the third eye. Full-blooded three-eyed people can achieve something known as the "True Awakening" which makes them incredibly valuable assets, but it's unknown if hybrids can achieve this.

Dwarves

(First appeared: ch. 711; ep. 640)

Dwarves are small enough to fit in the palm of someone's hand but they possess much greater strength and speed than humans. Members of the Tontatta Tribe have very fluffy tails. They are very careful not to be seen by humans and will kill anyone who does see them unless they promise not to tell anyone about their existence. The humans who live on the same island as the Tontattas refer to them as "fairies". Humans and dwarves can produce hybrids.

Generally speaking, dwarves are very gullible towards humans, whom they call "Big Humans". They will casually ask them whether they are good or bad and "good" humans can prove themselves by giving up their weapons or possessions. They're great cultivators, being able to grow any naturally-occuring plant with ease.

Snakeneck Tribe

(First appeared: ch. 827; ep. 786)

As the name suggests, snakeneck people have very long necks that they adorn with rings and, sometimes, tattoos. Oftentimes, they have slender bodies to match their necks, making them resemble snakes even further. No full-blooded snakenecks have been shown thus far, only human-snakeneck hybrids.

Lunarians

(First appeared: ch. 925; ep. 918)

OH BOY, Lunarians. This species is commonly thought to be extinct. They have large, black-feathered wings that allow flight, brown skin, and silvery white hair. A plume of flames is constantly burning at the base of their wings an extinguishing it might be the key to weakening them but it also grants them a speed boost. Generally speaking, Lunarians are very powerful and can ignite their body, making them capable of using formidable fire-based attacks. Additionally, they're known for their near invulnerability. They used to be "a race of gods" that lived on the Red Line, long before the Holy Land of Mariejois was ever there, but went extinct for unknown reasons. The World Government has put out a reward of 100 million Berry for any information on any surviving Lunarians. There's a popular theory that they originated from the moon, much like the flightless Skypieans, Shandia, and Birkans, but it hasn't been proven.

So much for the info part, now here's my little warning to you: Be very careful creating Lunarian OCs. Because of their extinction status and the high reward out for their heads, having a Lunarian that is recognizable as one would be very difficult. They would constantly have to be on the run or enslaved. That being said, you're also very much allowed to apply Schrödinger's Canon.

I had my winged OC Luna even before Lunarians were introduced and had a very minor breakdown when they came along since I could already see my whole concept for her being thrown in the trash. What I did to solve that is way too complicated and spoiler-riddled for me to explain here, but if you'd like to know how I solved the issue because you maybe want something similar to a Lunarian but not quite, let me know.

So, here it is! The collection of almost all of One Piece's species! Hope this helped :)

#one piece #one piece live action #one piece netflix #one piece oc #opla oc #topic: species #topic: biology #topic: basics #no spoilers

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mppmaraudergirl · 1 year

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Just to add to the probably mile long list of Lily POV requests for Chasing life you have, I would love love love to see her POV of when she breaks up with Doc!

(this really got away from me. enjoy ❤️)

She arrives at Caradoc's flat five minutes later than she said she would. Things ran behind at the lab and she couldn't get out as fast as she'd hoped. (In truth, most of the morning was spent trying to keep everyone focused on work instead of the latest news report about James that everyone couldn't help chatting about. A few even went so far as to ask her about it, citing their friendship and Lily promptly shut them down.)

All things considered, though, she isn't concerned. Doc is generally understanding of this, though the note he sent earlier did sound a little more clipped than usual. When she knocks on the door to his flat, four sharp staggered knocks, it is barely two seconds later that the door flies open and Doc is there smiling broadly at her.

"Hi."

"Hi," he replies, beckoning her inside.

She barely has time to take in his crisp black robes and stormy blue eyes before he wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her close. His mouth is hard and rough against hers, tongue plunging, teeth biting, but she matches him until they pull away, breathing a bit heavily.

The question is at the tip of her tongue but she doesn't ask it. Time has taught her he's usually riled up by something when he greets her such a way. Most often it happens after a rough match where he wants some equally rough sex. Of course this isn't a possible reason now, considering he is on winter break.

"Are we going out for lunch?"

"Yes, sure. But I need to talk to you about something first."

"Oh. Okay." She stops herself from looking at her wristwatch; technically she doesn't have set lunch hours in her position but she still doesn't prefer to take long lunches. Nevertheless she follows Doc through his ornately decorated flat until they reach the living room. "What's going on Doc?"

He sits next to her, leaning forward to link their fingers together. His blue eyes look cold today, but his smile is warm and inviting. He looks tired but it doesn't diminish his good looks.

"There's no use beating around the bludger, as they say. I want you to stop spending time with Potter."

She blinks, uncertain if she is hearing him correctly—perhaps, she has been hit by a bludger, or else ingested too many potion fumes over the last couple of months. "Sorry, what?"

"James Potter. I don't want you seeing him anymore."

Her stomach somehow drops and climbs into her throat at the same time. "You can't be serious?"

"Can't I?" he asks, voice level, a calm and calculated tone he has sometimes used when explaining something to her for which he has expertise. "I'm your boyfriend, Lily. I thought you were serious about that. I am. And I see a real future between us. I'm not interested in falling further for someone who has other blokes tripping over their feet for a taste—"

She rises to her feet, pulling her fingers free from his as if stung. "He's—he's not—"

"He painted you a bloody picture, Lily. I know you said you haven't shagged him, but now I'm not sure I believe you—"

The condescension in his tone is readily becoming vitriolic and she starts heading toward the door, uncertain what she will do if subjected to much more of this.

Before she gets too far, she can't help but turn around, and snaps, "Either you believe me, you trust me or you don't. What has gotten into you, Doc? You're acting horribly."

"I am? I am acting horribly? I don't see how it's unreasonable to ask my girlfriend to stop being friends with a bloke that I don't approve of, or do you not respect our relationship, Lily?"

"James—he will always be a part of my life, Doc. I work with his parents. We have close mutual friends. Where is this coming from? Did something happen between you two?"

Caradoc clenches his jaw and suddenly the conversations from her morning at work come flooding back.

"It was you two, wasn't it? The fight that's all over the news, that—was it you two?"

"I'm not permitted to speak about that incident," he says, almost mechanically.

"Doc."

But Caradoc simply crosses his arms over his chest, gaze locked on hers, steely blue and unrelenting. "It's a rather simple choice, Lily. Potter or me."

Her mouth opens and then closes. She thinks back to prior year when she kept her distance from James, when her feelings started to grow out of control and she kept holding onto the silliest little hope that he might fancy her too. In the end, he hadn't, and her heart stupidly shattered in the process. This could be that: another clean break, a chance to retrieve the healed pieces of her heart and try, truly try, to hand them over to someone else, to Caradoc. She could finally put the final nail in the coffin—finally, finally move on as she vowed to do so long ago.

Then she thinks about the painting hanging in her office, Stars and Secrets, and she realizes Caradoc is right: the choice is rather simple.

#chasing life #chasing life spoilers #chasing life missing scene!!#cl lily pov

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ghouletteanon · 1 year

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Mushy May: Day 4 - First kiss

Already at day 4 of Mushy May, hosted by the wonderful @forlorn-crows . Prompt list can be found here

Pairing: Cirrus/Cumulus, mentioned Alpha/Omega

Summary: Ficlet takes place in the "Ghoulettes against the world" fake dating AU. Mist pushes Cirrus' and Cumulus' buttons during pack night, implying their relationship is not real, which leads to Cirrus' and Cumulus' sharing a first kiss to prove a point.

Word count: 691

Rating: T, Cirrus is horny for Cumulus

Warnings: Questionable consent (being pressured to kiss)

Cirrus remembered her first kiss topside. It, just like her relationship as it was with Cumulus, had been forced upon her without giving her time to pause and actually consider what was going on.

But just like her relationship with Cumulus she could not find it in herself to regret it.

Besides, it was Mist’s fault. The water ghoulette had been instigating chaos and made it clear that she did not buy the lie at all right from the start even if she had not confronted them directly about it. The way she gave them the cold shoulder and chose her words carefully around them was more than just an indication.

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The pack night had gathered together not only the current band, but also old members who had been retired but were still around. Mist and Zephyr sat together on the couch, Mist casually massaging Zephyr's calves as they reminisced about the mated pair that had been summoned together but banished for acting out of line.

Zephyr said it was good to have a bonded pair around again, but Mist had given the ghoulettes a knowing look. Cirrus was ready to step up and defend her so-called bond, but Cumulus was faster.

Cumulus wanted to prove Mist wrong and opted for action instead of words to get the message across. She pulled Cirrus down to a kiss, a possessive hand on Cirrus’ nape and pressing their lips together with the same passion as during their first night together when Cumulus had truly put her into her place.

Cirrus did her best to play it off as if Cumulus kissing her was an everyday occurrence, responding enthusiastically, but she knew she was fucked. Cumulus was an even better kisser than she could have dreamt of, and she felt like she was light enough to float away with only Cumulus’ strong embrace keeping her in place. Cirrus deepened the kiss, matching Cumulus’ enthusiasm and their tongues met. Cirrus let out a moan as Cumulus cradled her face with one hand, the tip of her tongue running alongside the sensitive spot right behind Cirrus’ fangs. Cirrus desperately needed to feel that skilled tongue elsewhere, but that was out of the cards as of now. No matter how much Cirrus wanted Cumulus, safety in numbers was more important and she could not risk an alliance just because of lust.

But Sathanas, Cumulus was a great kisser and Cirrus would have wanted more.

Mist pulled the ghoulettes aside to the bathroom and locked the door while the rest of the pack was involved in a tournament of Mario Kart and the Rainbow Road theme played in the background, accompanied by Dew and Swiss loudly cursing Copia and Mountain for using blue shells. “I don’t believe you, but I respect what you’re doing.”

“You’re not going to let the boys in on the secret then?” Cirrus asked, voice low as she was very much aware of how well ghouls could hear even when distracted.

“No, besides I get it,” Mist nodded, solemnly. “The pack has been a boys club for so long it’s good for us ghulehs to band together. I wish you two all the best, but don’t come crying to me when you fuck up at some point.”

“What do you get for not telling on us?” Cumulus asked, her voice stone cold and sober. Her hair was barely contained by the loose braids Cirrus had tied it in earlier, her feathers ruffled both figuratively and literally.

“Amusement and revenge,” Mist smiled and Cirrus recognised it both as amusement and as a threat. Mist’s teeth were as sharp as a piranha’s. “The boys can be idiots when they think they know something so that's fun. But Imperator took Terzo, Omega and Alpha from us for wanting to be something more. I want to see her being played for a fool."

“That’s all?” Cirrus crossed her arms.

“I swear it, by everything unholy.” Mist opened the lock on the bathroom door. “Now go out and cause absolute hell and mayhem and beat Sister Imperator in her own game. Show the church what ghoulettes are capable of.”

#fanfiction #mushy may #the ghoulettes against the world #cumulus ghoulette #cirrus ghoulette #mist ghoulette #ga writes #unbeta'd

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greetingspathetichumans · 4 months

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Date of Interrogation: 7/23/21

First name: Agrona (side note: agency doubts this is the real name considering subject’s response to the questions my look into it more)

Middle name(s): unknown

Surname: unknown

Age: unknown, but appears 21. according to them it's “a fun age”.

Date of birth: unknown

Race: unknown

Gender: unknown, agencies best guess is genderfluid and/or genderqueer

Sexuality: unknown, according to her it's “whenever you're available”. agencies guess is pansexual

Current residence: unknown, “beyond your pathetic human conceptions of time and space”

Relationship status: taken?

Social status: unknown

Language spoken: english

Other languages known:seems to be fluent in every language including dead ones

Style of speaking: charming and oddly collected for an interrogation, may have swayed some agents

Height: 6’3” at time of investigation

Weight: fluxates

Eye colour: blue with a hint of green

Skin colour: light brown

Shape of face: triangular, almost too symmetric

Distinguishing features: a little too sharp of teeth, eyes holding a constant sparkle of chaos

Build of body: more toned than muscular had to stop agents from attempting to fondle the subject’s certain parts

Hair colour: pink

Hair style: long wavy curly hair

Tattoos: no noticeable tattoos

Piercings: a couple of ear piercings, most notably a severed hand earring that looks a little too realistic

Typical clothing: very eccentric outfits bright colors

Illnesses (if any): may have some form of mental illness

Allergies (if any): none

Sleeping habits: poor, yet unaffected by habits

Energy level: very high energy

Eating habits: eats more than the average human

Memory: excellent, knew almost all of one of our agent’s past… agent has no past with the subject

Any unhealthy habits: during interrogation there was an alarming amount of illegal substances on their person, all looked used there was no evidence of them being affected by said substances

Birth country:unknown

Hometown:unknown

Past places of residence: said to have stayed in Italy for around 3-6 months

History of family: unknown

Children: “ew”

Love interest (if there is one): sir, refused to elaborate on who this “sir” is

Peaceful or violent: seemingly peaceful for now

Weapon (if applicable): no weapons on person

Style of fighting: unknown

Occupation: unknown

Current home: unknown

Favourite types of food: Jamaican food. “lovely country, best food out of all places on earth i've tried”

Favourite types of drink: enjoyed the macchiato given to them during the interrogation

Hobbies/past times: enjoys watching reality tv particularly Housewives

Pets: “humans they do make adorable pets~” (side note: will fire agents who were turned on and into the idea we can't have that level of unprofessionalism in a room with a hot- I MEAN POTENTIALLY DANGEROUS INDIVIDUAL)

Talents: “i have a knack for getting out of *tight* spots”

Favourite colours: black, red, and gold. said it reminds them of “him”

Favourite type of music: has a love of Nicki Minaj, Cardi B, Britney Spears, Ariana Grande, various other female artists.

#agrona files #public agency files #long post

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highlifeboat · 1 year

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First off, my heart was broken with the "Swap!Mel telling Alcina not to baby her" bit, please tell me they talk things out and get their happy vibes back. :( Second - I now really wanna hear about Mia and the wife from Crimson Snow. You may have given me a new ship and need to know this XD

Always gotta throw in a little angsty family drama, no matter the AU.

I feel like, eventually, Alcina is going to question Melony's sudden disdain for getting babied. Her daughter is just kind of coasting and sullen since it stopped, and it's worrying. With all the strange vibes between her kids, too, there has to be some suspicion that something happened.

She has a little private meeting with Mel and pushes the subject more, reminding Mel she can be trusted and all that. Mel, despite having every right to throw Max under the bus, goes with the half truth of "I've just heard.. people say some things about me." and how it made her think on how much time she spends around Alcina. She doesn't like being seen as a baby, or weak, or anything like that since she's arguable just as capable as her siblings. But when Alcina asks her if she's sure she doesn't want to be babied anymore she doesn't have a real answer.

Mel still likes the extra attention, and the kisses and hugs, and general motherly love, but she also feels like she should get some independence and responsibility. Alcina tells her they'll work to find a nice balance that makes Mel happy, and if Alcina ever goes too much either way to simply tell her. She's going to miss her baby moth and constant cuddling and whatever, but she won't deny Mel's want to have her own life.

A little bitter sweet, but they hug it out after and get back into their good vibes, even if it isn't the same as before.

AS FOR THE SECOND THING--

Listen, okay, so... Ideas are limited at the moment, but bare with me.

Main backstory isn't fully important right now, but the short version is Mia gets relocated to whatever snowy undisclosed town Crimson Snow takes place in. Gets a note from the neighbour across the road as an invite for dinner, say "fuck it" because she's tired of being lonely post-Ethan dying and losing everything (again). Ends up in Scary Ex's house, who quickly realizes Mia is NOT her ex boyf. Hilarity ensues, Mia makes friends with a demon woman, enter gay lady kisses. Y'know, classic tale pfff.

I will supply a little bit of headcanons, because that's the only way I can explain ideas coherently pfff.

The reason the Ex doesn't kill Mia on the spot, is because Mia still takes her up on the dinner offer/is actually civil despite... everything

Like, my girl saw the spaghetti on the table and said "I know this is awkward, but I brought wine and I feel like it's rude if I just leave."

Ex is initially confused, but after realizing Mark(the game MC/Ex Boyf) isn't showing up/moved, agrees.

This is heavily reliant on the idea that the Scary Ex only kills Mark in-game because he's running/hiding from her, and because Mia doesn't the Ex is chill.

A good chunk of dinner is Ex venting about how "I put all this effort into the holiday and he doesn't even bother to tell me he's MOVING?" and Mia nodding along and saying stuff like "Sounds like he was a loser honestly. You deserve better."

In terms of general relationship, lowkey they be cute

Ex drags Mia dress shopping all the time, for both of them

Mia always be complimenting her. On her dresses, and make up, and cooking, just showers this woman with compliments.

Ex has accidentally scared the shit out of Mia in the middle of the night before. More than once.

They do living room karaoke.

Mia might have a thing for women with sharp teeth and long nails.

The Ex is lowkey ecstatic to just be in a relationship with someone who doesn't call her crazy

Mia casually dropping how she used to be possessed too, except it wasn't by choice and now she's forever infected with sentient fungus.

Scary Ex being like "That explains a lot actually." and then never bringing it up again

Basic idea is: Local Himbo falls in love with Horror Beyond Human Comprehension

#asks #coleblackblood #swap au #Resident Evil/Crimson Snow

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Vampires are difficult to turn into a clean allegory of any singular thing since the modern accepted canonical traits of them are a giant mixed bag of extreme benefits and drawbacks. I can't think of a real human condition that correlates.

My approach has thus been to treat paranormality like vampirism as just another layer of social complexity that complicates everyone's relationships. This can be its own thing, an idea we entertain, perhaps, to test how radical people's kindness really is. Will you invite them into your house? It's almost civil dawn and they need a safe place to stay. They cannot violate your refusal. How many humans do you really think would immediately and without remorse start attacking random persons for something that literally keeps them alive? Consider what desperation you would have to be pushed to if you were consistently denied the abundant food around you for that to become your most reasonable course of action, and suddenly it starts sounding an awful lot like an easily remedied humanitarian problem with a humanitarian solution. Consider, perhaps, how much not being able to touch a specific substance, not being able to swim, not being able to enjoy unfiltered sunlight would change your life for the worse.

Weigh that all against the much-touted fearsome power that you gain in return, for a condition which was likely not something you agreed to. Oooh, you can lift two-ton weights, ooh you can turn into bats, oooh you get to live indefinitely and watch as you outlive your family and friends.

Consider how everyone KNOWS you can do all those things and hates you for it. They immediately look at your cold skin, cat eyes, and sharp teeth and call you a monster, even though you're very evidently still a hairless confused ape like everyone else.

Is it any surprise then, that there's historically multiple adversarial relationships with vampires and the cultures which reject them? What would it take to mend this? What about the vampires that vampires themselves reject? The half-breeds, the daywalkers, the ones who rejected the rules at some point? How do those folks deal with being completely alienated from everybody on all sides?

I might get to answering all these questions for myself, or i might not. I just want to tell a silly story about girls who slurp pussy as much as they suck blood. But they've informed said story in each and every draft i've built on

#i swear i'll start posting it this week

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Radiance by Grace Draven

I finished this book in like 20 hours and that was with a full day of work involved and a reasonable night of sleep.

Not only because it was compelling, but also because it’s relatively short - my Kindle estimated about 6 hours to read it, and I probably read it in around 5.

The real treat to be savored here is the relationship between our leads. This one had been on my TBR for a long time, but because it looked a little darker, and a little more “enemies to lovers”, I was waiting until I was in the mood. I picked it up now though because it was an active book in the buddy read discord I’m in, and I was so pleasantly surprised.

Ildiko is a human woman, forsaken niece of an uncaring king and queen, who has been offered as a “good faith” bride to the Kai, a sort of demonic, vaguely magical race with whom this human kingdom requires an alliance.

Brishen is the second and youngest son of a cruel, vicious royal power couple. His elder brother has secured the family bloodline six times over, so Brishen is similarly unnecessary, and thus becomes the perfect groom for this human bride.

Ildiko is terrified by Brishen’s gray skin, wolf-like set of teeth, and long, sharp claws, and Brishen is disgusted and unsettled by Ildiko’s pale skin, “parasitic” eyes (fabulous descriptions and jokes here about the eyes by the way), and her square, horsey teeth.

And yet, from their very first meeting, they are instantly friends. They share a similar sense of humor, as well as a respectful approach to one another, and a reasonably happy acceptance that this is their lot in life. Both are happy to be ignored, forgotten, and left alone. They’re physically affectionate with one another from the get-go - lots of hugs and forehead kisses and hand-holding, and they immediately begin leaning on each other for strength and courage as they navigate increasingly fraught court politics and skirmishes hinting at a brewing war.

I could go into the politics and the impending war I guess but blah blah blah, the REALLY INTERESTING PART is the couple themselves, who are goals from the very beginning. Their immediate respect and like of each other naturally grows to a genuine trust, and they become best friends and confidantes, and then, all of a sudden, they can’t keep their eyes (or hands) off each other. It feels so natural and cute - their first sexual encounter doesn’t take place until over 50% of the way through the book, but it’s well worth the wait.

Will absolutely read book 2 to get more Ildiko and Brishen in my life. If you’re a fan of ACOTAR, The Bargainer series, or any kind of fantasy romance that highlights the relationship over the rest of the plot, you’ll probably enjoy this one.

⚠️WARNING⚠️

There is a fair amount of violence in this book, and one part in particular I wanted to call out because this is the kind of thing I personally like to know about. There is eye trauma in this book. A character loses an eye while being tortured. We do not see this happen, but there is a reasonably graphic description of the aftermath, as well as some discussion about the character learning to adjust with only one eye. In an especially hideous and cruel scene later, the eye in question makes a startling reappearance. JUST WARNING YOU because I hate eye trauma more than almost anything else and I wish I had known so I could be prepared.

#romance books #romantasy #fantasy romance #radiance #grace draven #spicy books #his teeth did kind of freak me out #but also he made a great point about human eyes #sha-anhuset is my queen #they eat scorpions for some reason?#I mean I guess potatoes are kind of gross when you think about it

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Vortex Chapter 3/12

Concussion, he immediately thought. Not the first time he had one of those, and it sometimes took a few minutes for his mind to clear. Nothing to worry about.

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Din loses some of his memories. How will he decide to get them back? And should he get them back? Thankfully, he has friends to help him figure it out. Amnesia/Memory loss fic.

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Chapters: 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10-11-12

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Read below or on ao3.

The roaring beast sounded very real and very close. So did the pressure on his chest as fearsome looking claws gripped him tight. Sharp teeth. Pounding heart. Throbbing head. A rancor, he thought numbly, as if it was going to make any difference. Who cared what kind of creature it was – he was about to be eaten alive. Familiar twin suns flashed bright on his armor for a second before he was suddenly tossed aside. His back connected with a crumbling wall and then sand. The impact knocked him out almost completely. Was this any better than being chomped to bits? Before losing consciousness for good, he thought he saw something in the distance.

Grogu. Approaching the beast.

No!

He tried to sit up, the movement painful, but he had to stop him before he got too close.

“Dada!”

Din opened his eyes.

He was lying down on a bunk, the child siting on his chest. No sand, no Tatooine, and thankfully no rancor.

“Hey,” he mumbled, having a hard time letting go of the dream. Reality crept back in slowly – the concussion, the memory loss, Ahsoka, the kid. But sadly not much else. He hugged Grogu loosely in his sleepy arms – the memory of their reunion still eluded him. As did the last two years apart from disconnected images and feelings he couldn’t be sure were part of his actual past.

“Wanna go find some food?” he asked the boy, who nodded sluggishly. It seemed like Din wasn’t the only one having a hard time waking up.

Din hesitated putting his helmet back on, but in the end decided against it when Grogu settled against his left side, gripping his armor tightly – there was no ungluing him for a while, he could tell, and he had to relinquish the use of one of his arms to hold him. Small price to pay, he acknowledged, when his last image of him were tearful goodbyes. Would he ever get his memories back? Would his head ever stop hurting? But more importantly, would he ever feel safe again in the knowledge that he had his child back for good?

“How’s that concussion?” inquired Ahsoka once they’d reached the cockpit, armed with a snack. Chewing was somewhat painful still, so Din took his time to answer, and evaded her question.

“Can’t remember anything new,” he shrugged.

“Oh, you mean a two hour nap didn’t fix everything?”

Din ignored her sarcasm and refocused on his drink instead – it was proving challenging enough since he wasn’t using a straw for once, and he didn’t particularly want to make a fool of himself and drip iced caf all over his lap. Grogu chirped happily and proceeded to eat a second cookie, still attached to his left side.

“I did have a strange dream, though,” he admitted, wondering why he felt comfortable sharing that when he had no memory of much of a relationship with her.

“Strange how?”

“Grogu and I were getting attacked by a wild rancor on Tatooine,” he replied, eschewing the fact that he’d been the one actually attacked while the boy seemed to be holding his own. “I was certain it was going to eat me, it felt very real.”

“That’s a very strange dream indeed,” Ahsoka replied, sounding the opposite of surprised. Din frowned, looking at her face, but she wasn’t giving anything away. Clearly she was well versed in the art of not revealing anything crucial. Which reminded him that she was hiding something from him. Something far more important than this. He decided to let it go for now and focus on the next few hours instead.

“Tell me about where we’re going and what Bo-Katan’s been up to for the last two years,” he asked, steeling himself for the onslaught of new information that would surely make his sore head even more so.

Din learned that their Mandalorian base was a Galactic Republic era Haven-class medical station. The security had been buffed up, and for now it had remained undetected by either Imperial remnants or the New Republic. Its primary function in the past had been to provide medical care for upwards of 80,000 wounded soldiers (clone troopers, mostly), but it now worked as their main hub and docking station, where they could store weapons, ships and assemble warriors to plan for their attacks.

“How many?” Din inquired, amazed that Mandalorian troops had apparently joined Kryze’s fight.

“Around five thousands is the last I heard, but many are still lacking full armors and enough training.”

He took a moment to let that number sink in – 5,000 people of his own kind? That was unheard of. He felt very tempted to ask Ahsoka if his own tribe was part of that number, but he guessed he’d find that out soon enough.

“Bo will have a hard time believing you’re fine, so it might be better for you to come clean with her, but it’s your decision.”

Din had decided to play it by ear for the time being – his best plans were always the ones made on the spot. So he vaguely nodded and let her continue talking about the current state of Mandalore – still heavily guarded due to the presence of Beskar – and her own role in the matter – investigating Jedi presence in the Unknown Regions.

“So what have we been doing together?” he wondered, then immediately wished he’d voiced his question better when she smirked and shook her head in clear merriment as he attempted to rephrase it. “I mean, what have we been investigating exactly, does it have anything to do with Mandalore?”

“Yes and no,” she replied cryptically. “It might be better if Sabine explains it directly, but be aware that she could be a little on the aggressive side when she realizes we still haven’t found anything.”

“Sabine was the one on the holocall with Kryze?” he made sure, and she nodded.

“You don’t remember her at all?”

“Nothing,” he sighed. “Some images are coming back to me – I think so at least. But she’s not part of them.”

“What images?” she asked, sounding more guarded this time, which warned Din to be careful with his answer again. Sensing his unease, Grogu held onto his side a little tighter and emitted a quiet coo.

“Nothing that makes any sense,” he replied, stroking the boy’s back reassuringly. Nothing that made any sense yet. He didn’t feel comfortable sharing his doubts despite their obvious closeness. Telling her about his terror anytime his hand brushed the handle of the Darksaber. Or the infinite sadness that overcame him when he thought too hard about losing Grogu. And he didn’t believe it would be a good idea either to delve into the state of their relationship for the time being. Simply because he wouldn’t know what to do with such an information if it turned out that he and Ahsoka were more than close acquaintances. She hadn’t made any direct remark on the subject, so he’d leave it alone.

They were quiet for the rest of the journey, Din enjoying simply being around Grogu again, letting him rest some more and babble words that were starting to make sense. His mind kept coming back to his dream though, and he started wondering if maybe it hadn’t been a dream at all but his subconscious trying to fill in the gaps. Again, he almost asked Ahsoka, but stopped himself. His instincts told him that he could trust her, but there were some things he wanted to keep to himself.

He grew slightly nervous when they docked at the medical station but felt better as soon as he placed his helmet back on his head as they were about to exit the ship. Grogu sat atop his shoulders, pleased with his high vantage point and Din allowed himself one last deep exhale. He could do this. He could pretend everything was as it should be.

The sheer number of people they came across – many not wearing armor or even a helmet but ostensibly Mandalorians in the way they saluted them – proved to be the hardest thing to come to grips with, and Din had to quickly stop himself from reacting too strongly. After the fourth or fifth ‘Oya Mand’alor!’ he decided to cease paying too much attention to the meaning behind the words and simply nod. Thankfully, Grogu proved regal enough for the both of them, waving proudly to anyone who looked up at him.

Through discreet gestures and quiet words, Ahsoka let him know she would go check on Kryze first and that he could join them at the command post later, once he had made a stop at his cabin to drop his belongings – the kid’s belongings, really, since the little one seemed to travel with enough toys to stay busy for weeks on end.

Grogu pulled on his cape once they got closer to the door Ahsoka had directed them to, and it took Din a few seconds to understand that he wanted to be the one who pressed his small hand on the scanner to open it.

“Ah!” he exclaimed happily when it worked, clearly used to the process but still finding amusement in it. He jumped from his arms once they were inside, and went straight to a small nook in a corner, which had a tiny desk and chair. He proceeded to get two things from his pocket – rocks, Din realized. Which he then levitated to a shelf over the table so that they found a spot next to others. There were dozens, all of different shapes and colors.

“Is that from all the places we visited?” he wondered out loud, a small smile playing on his lips.

“Yeep,” Grogu nodded, ostensibly pleased with his collection and unconcerned by his question despite its strangeness.

Din turned around and started looking at the rest of their cabin a little more closely. It was large, at least two or three times the size of a regular one, with a small kitchen, separate room for a refresher and a decent sized bed in the opposite corner. Grogu’s own bedding was next to his desk, the nook giving it a secluded, warm feel, especially when he realized that you could see through the one viewport from it – a rare treat in a cabin, even on a base. Din guessed they’d been given one of the better ones.

There were a lot of shelves and bookcases on the walls, displaying knickknacks: actual books, more objects collected on their travels, drawings, toys and various disassembled weapons and engine parts. Din sat down at the kitchen counter, which had two seats, one with extra cushions for the kid. This was a lot to take in again – they had obviously been spending a lot of time here together as a family, and grown comfortable.

Lost in thought, he didn’t notice Grogu waddling in his direction, a small book in his hands, which he handed to him with a very firm ‘Read, dada’.

“Alright,” Din replied, too stunned to think of a different answer.

He followed the boy to his bed, and removed his gloves, helmet and part of his armor when he tapped them insistently, wanting to get comfortable against his chest. Feeling the old fashioned book cover against his fingertips, he had a quick flash of recollection. This story was about three little banthas, he just knew it, even before he’d reached the first page.

Ahsoka found them in the same spot an hour later, after Din had gone through several more stories – this seemed to be a ritual for the kid every time they returned from travelling, and Din felt comfort and contentment while going through it, the little one oohing and aahing at regular intervals. This felt so familiar and so sacred at the same time that he hadn’t realized how much time had already gone by since their arrival on the base, or that Ahsoka had probably been wondering where he was. He also decided not to pay too much attention to the fact that she had been granted entry to his cabin no problem.

“Bo’s waiting for your report,” she exclaimed simply, her eyes lingering on a spot near his bed, where several crates were piled – he’d assumed they held weapons, but he now wondered if anything else was inside them.

“Fine,” he sighed, standing up, the boy still in his arms. “What’s the news? Anything I should be aware of?”

“Her and Sabine are expecting you at the forge.”

“The forge?” he repeated numbly.

“Sabine’s been the one taking on armorer duties for all of you, although Beskar has proven hard to come by. She’s also been working on several detonator and explosive prototypes, which have been more successful and helped you come on top on several risky operations.”

Din felt for the chainmail on Grogu’s back again, and remembered how he’d wondered earlier if maybe it had been forged by his own tribe’s armorer. Had it been this Sabine Wren instead? That possibility made him sad. But also apprehensive. Had he really not been able to find them in two years? It seemed unlikely, since he knew it would have become his priority once he’d parted from the boy. And this told him that his sense of foreboding had been warranted.

“They’re not here, aren’t they? My tribe?” he asked rhetorically. Deep down, he already knew. Had known from the minute he woke up. Something had happened. Something his subconscious had been trying to hide from him. Something Ahsoka definitely didn’t want to talk about either, as her startingly blue eyes made clear, full of concern and trepidation.

Grogu’s claws dug deeper against his left side, sharp and pointy and very real, anchoring him to the present. He emitted a small wail as Ahsoka shook her head.

“I’m sorry, Din. They’re all gone.”

#the mandalorian #din djarin #grogu #ahsoka tano #clan of two #baby yoda #amnesia #memory loss #star wars #vortex #my fics

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heard you were bored so here are some questions :) (i realized halfway through that these are all durgetash because those little shits have taken over my mind) do you like leaning into the angst of durgetash or do you prefer the more lighthearted (aside from the atrocities) dynamic? if larian dropped a gortash romance, is there any icks that would absolutely ruin it for you?

or conversely, what would be the best thing they could add in a hypothetical gortash route?

what were your biggest inspirations for lophi and vyper? do you prefer one over the other or are they equal in your eyes?

(hopefully you won't have to answer these since you'll get out of work soon)

HELLO ANON. im sorry to tell you infact waited till i actually got home to answer these because i have!!! THOUGHTS and OPINIONS about the questions asked . thank you very much btw these are all really good questions ill have fun answering

FIRSTLY, it all depends on the kind of durge gortash is being paired w imo. with vyper i tend to lean more into These Two Are Fucking Insane while w/ lophi i lean more into the sort of melancholic 'angsty' side of durgetash that i think can be real yummy too. and it's all because of who vyper and lophi are as characters pre-tadpole, too. vyper liked being a loud insane freakus while lophi was a lot more reserved and kind of a miserable mess, and that informs their relationships w/ the characters around them. i think both are good and fun to explore and i definitely like exploring the more angsty side w vyper x gortash and vice versa w lophi x gortash, so. i guess both. really. LOL .

secondly, going to answer both of the gort romance related questions in one, but i think i'm probably in the unpopular opinion that gortash doesn't really neeeeeeeed a romance and i could go without it in game. i do think he deserves more content and screentime, but that's something i can say about orin also, and frankly a Lot of parts of act 3. me and act 3 have a toxic on/off again relationship. alright.

that being *said*, if i was mr larian and i was to implement a gortash romance, i'd have it be something exclusive to a durge/evil run. or at the very least, have it have consequences with your party (i.e karlach leaving or something. love gort but i do not think you should go off romancing him scott free).

i Do think having it be exclusive to a more evil-aligned run would help add more actual content to doing an evil run (and god knows we need some with how bg3 seems to like punishing people who just want to do the evil options They Gave You) and would make the most sense, but all in all i'd just hope it's handled better than the mizora sex scene cause god how that whole thing is handled still pisses me off. hopefully this all makes sense

tl;dr, its a fun idea but i can very easily go without it especially knowing how the game treated its one other antagonist romance option

now for the lophi and vyper question... i do obviously have my biases towards vyper /looks at my blog theme/, but i genuienlly cannot pick favourites with them besides that... i use them both to explore different aspects of the durge origin in different ways bc despite what some other people say i Do think you can be very flexible w durge as a concept despite the pre-established lore for them ^_^ and i think it's very fun to play around with.

as for specific inspirations, lophi takes a lot of insp from vintage pierrot art + has accidentally gotten a very 1920s makeup vibe in My Mind. i should also note her name comes from the scientific name for anglerfish, cuz thats what i had in mind when giving her those freaky sharp ass teeth i always draw her with

and while of course, both of my durges are trans, lophi specifically was birthed from my want to make a dark urge that leans in as heavily as she possibly could in the whole trans allegory thing. so theres that as well!

vyper's specific inspos are harder for me to pinpoint cause he's much more of a 'made up as i went' character than lophi, given he was my First dark urge and i didnt really fully know what i was going into all this yet while making him (and also i was maybe a little bit high while doing so...lol) THAT SAID THOUGH, i did initially make him with akira fudo from devilman in mind. he has the horn style he does because it reminded me of devilman ... although the akira insp is very lose and barely effects his character now.. ~_~ despite bg3 being my main fixation atm devilman is still a very very important piece of media to me so vyper being loosely akira-pilled is not too surprising if you know me well enough lololol

#rev txt #THANK YOU AGAIN FOR THIS ASK THIS WAS REALLY FUN FOR ME TO ANSWER #oc:lophi #oc:vyper #long post

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daviddwebb9099 · 6 months

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The Rise of Cyber Extortion: Protecting Clients from Virtual Kidnapping

The Growing Threat of Cyber Extortion

In the dark corners of the internet, a silent predator lurks, preying on unsuspecting individuals and organizations alike. This predator is not armed with sharp teeth or venomous fangs, but with lines of code and an insidious intention: to extort their victims for profit. Welcome to the world of cyber extortion, where ruthless hackers hold data hostage and demand hefty ransoms, threatening to expose sensitive information or cripple entire systems. As our reliance on technology deepens by the day, so does the growing threat posed by these digital criminals. Brace yourself as we delve into this dangerous underworld and explore how cyber extortion has become a menacing force in our interconnected world.

Understanding Virtual Kidnapping: Tactics and Motivations

Virtual kidnapping is an increasingly prevalent form of extortion that targets individuals and their families. Unlike traditional kidnappings, virtual kidnappings do not involve the physical abduction of a person. Instead, perpetrators use psychological tactics to convince victims that they or their loved ones have been abducted and demand ransom for their release.

One common tactic used in virtual kidnapping is voice manipulation. Perpetrators often disguise their voices to create a sense of fear and urgency in the victim's mind. This can make it difficult for the victim to verify whether the supposed abduction is real or not, further enhancing the effectiveness of this crime.

The motivations behind virtual kidnapping can vary, but most often stem from financial gain. By instilling fear and panic in victims, criminals hope to extract sizable ransoms quickly before authorities or family members have time to intervene. In some cases, virtual kidnappers may target wealthy individuals who they perceive as more likely to pay higher ransoms. However, it's important to note that not all virtual kidnappings are financially motivated – some criminals engage in this activity purely for sadistic pleasure or as an act of revenge against specific individuals.

Understanding these tactics and motivations is essential in combating virtual kidnapping effectively. By staying informed on how criminals operate and recognizing warning signs such as unclear demands or inconsistencies in communication, potential victims can take steps to protect themselves from falling prey to this insidious form of extortion. Improved public awareness combined with law enforcement efforts will be crucial in efforts to disrupt these activities and bring perpetrators to justice.

The Impact on Victims: Psychological and Financial Consequences

The psychological and financial consequences endured by victims can be devastating, often leaving an indelible mark on their lives. From the standpoint of mental health, victims experience a range of debilitating emotions such as anxiety, depression, and post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD). These conditions can manifest in various ways, disrupting daily functioning and impairing relationships. In some cases, survivors may also develop feelings of guilt or shame, questioning their own judgment and self-worth.

Moreover, the financial repercussions of victimization are often underestimated. Victims may suffer from direct financial loss due to theft or property damage. However, the impact goes beyond immediate monetary setbacks; it extends to long-term consequences such as job loss or decreased earning potential as a result of physical injuries or psychological trauma. Financing medical bills and therapy sessions adds additional burden to victims already grappling with their unfortunate situation.

While societal awareness about these issues is growing, there remain significant gaps in understanding the full extent of the lasting impacts associated with victimhood – both psychologically and financially. Recognizing this is crucial not only for providing appropriate support but also for implementing preventative measures aimed at reducing vulnerability and protecting potential victims from harm's way. Empathy paired with adequate resources should be devoted to helping individuals heal emotionally while simultaneously addressing their immediate financial needs during times of distress.

Strategies for Protecting Clients from Cyber Extortion

As the digital landscape continues to evolve, so do the threats that businesses face. One particularly challenging issue is cyber extortion, where hackers target organizations with the intent of demanding money in exchange for not releasing sensitive data or carrying out damaging activities. To protect clients from this type of attack, businesses must develop comprehensive strategies that focus on prevention, detection, and response.

Firstly, prevention is key. By implementing robust cybersecurity measures such as firewalls, antivirus software, and secure authentication protocols, businesses can significantly reduce their vulnerability to cyber extortion attempts. It's important to regularly update these security measures and educate employees about best practices for online safety. Additionally, conducting thorough risk assessments and identifying potential weak points in IT systems can help businesses fortify their defenses against cybercriminals.

However, prevention alone might not always be foolproof. Detection strategies are equally crucial when it comes to protecting clients from cyber extortion attacks. Organizations should invest in advanced threat intelligence tools that continuously monitor networks for suspicious activities or anomalies. By adopting machine learning algorithms and AI-based technologies that analyze massive amounts of data in real-time, companies can detect potential threats promptly and respond swiftly to mitigate damages.

Lastly, developing a robust incident response plan is essential for effectively dealing with a cyber extortion event if preventive measures fail. This plan should outline clear procedures for reporting incidents internally and externally while maintaining open communication channels with law enforcement agencies and relevant cybersecurity experts. Having a well-prepared team specifically trained to handle such situations will ensure an organized response that minimizes financial losses

Educating Clients: Raising Awareness and Prevention Measures

Educating clients about raising awareness and prevention measures is crucial in today's rapidly changing world. With the increase in cybercrimes, scams, and identity thefts, it is essential for individuals to stay informed and take proactive steps to protect themselves.

One way to raise awareness is by educating clients on common scams and fraud tactics used by criminals. By identifying these techniques, individuals can better recognize potential threats and avoid falling victim to them. This includes understanding phishing emails, fraudulent phone calls, and fake websites that aim to deceive users into revealing sensitive information.

Moreover, teaching clients about prevention measures such as strong password usage, two-factor authentication, and data encryption can significantly reduce their vulnerability to cyber-attacks. Educating clients on the importance of regularly updating software, using a reliable antivirus program, and exercising caution when accessing public Wi-Fi networks are also critical elements in ensuring online safety.

By empowering clients with knowledge about raising awareness and implementing prevention measures against cyber threats, businesses can not only protect themselves but also build a loyal customer base that values their security. Through regular communication channels like newsletters or blog posts containing practical tips on cybersecurity best practices, companies can contribute towards creating a safer digital ecosystem for all.

Collaborating with Law Enforcement: Reporting and Investigation

Collaborating with law enforcement for reporting and investigation can be a crucial step in addressing and preventing crime. While some may feel hesitant to involve authorities, it is important to understand the benefits of working together. Reporting crimes promptly and accurately plays a vital role in ensuring justice is served, as well as providing support to victims.

One key advantage of collaborating with law enforcement is that investigations can progress more effectively. By sharing information about an incident or suspicious activity, individuals contribute to building a comprehensive picture that enables law enforcement agencies to identify patterns and connect dots that may have otherwise gone unnoticed. Moreover, by actively participating in investigative processes, citizens not only assist in resolving cases but also deter criminals from repeating their offenses.

Another aspect of collaboration with law enforcement lies in fostering safer communities through open communication channels between citizens and authorities. Reporting potential threats or criminal activities helps agencies direct their resources towards areas that require immediate attention. Citizens' involvement encourages transparency, enhances trust between the community and law enforcement, while also serving as a deterrent against unlawful acts.

In conclusion, working hand-in-hand with law enforcement for reporting and investigation purposes brings about numerous advantages such as effective investigations leading to swift resolution of cases, stronger communities built on trustful relationships between citizens and authorities, and prevention of future criminal activities by deterring potential offenders. By taking active roles in supporting law enforcement efforts, individuals contribute significantly to maintaining safety within their communities.

Conclusion: Strengthening Defenses against Cyber Extortion

In conclusion, it is crucial for both individuals and organizations to strengthen their defenses against cyber extortion. While there may not be a foolproof solution to completely eliminate the threat, taking proactive measures can significantly reduce the risk. Firstly, investing in robust cybersecurity systems and regularly updating them is essential. This includes using strong passwords, implementing multi-factor authentication, and keeping all software up to date.

Additionally, fostering a culture of cybersecurity awareness among employees is paramount. Many cyber attacks are successful due to human error or ignorance, so educating staff about safe online practices can go a long way in preventing incidents. Regular training sessions and simulated phishing exercises can help identify weaknesses within an organization's defense system and address them before an actual attack occurs.

Furthermore, it is important for individuals and organizations alike to have a reliable backup system in place. Ransomware attacks often hold data hostage until a ransom is paid, leaving victims with little choice but to comply or face significant damage. However, if regular backups are maintained, these attacks become less threatening as data can be restored without succumbing to the extortion demands.

By actively implementing these strategies and continuously adapting security measures as technology evolves, we can collectively work towards strengthening our defenses against cyber extortion. It requires both individual vigilance and collective responsibility from organizations to protect ourselves from this ever-present threat in today's digital landscape.

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