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romirola · 1 month

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Hi gorgeous! For your ask game, I wanted to ask about one of my fav fics of yours - First Feeding of Forever. I LOVE how how you write vince&lovely!!

6- What do you need to write? Is there anything special you need to do/have to help your creative flow?

19-Is this one of your personal favorite fics? Why or why not?

20-What is something you wish more people noticed about this fic? (you are always so good on details and Easter eggs, nothing is accidental, so I'm just curious!)

LOVE U ❤️

Thank you for this lovely ask about First Feeding of Forever, Floof! Love you, too! <3

Ask game here (Still open!)

6- What do you need to write? Is there anything special you need to do/have to help your creative flow?

I think the most important thing I need to write is time. I like knowing I have the time to think about the story and to figure out how to get that story onto the page. I need the story to play out in my head. I try to avoid needing certain circumstances or particular items to write because I feel like doing so invites superstitious obstacles to writing. That way, I'm not dependent on the time of day, my mood, or other sometimes-uncontrollable factors to interfere with writing.

19-Is this one of your personal favorite fics? Why or why not?

Every fic I ever write is my baby, First Feeding of Forever included. That sounds so cheesy, but it's true. Something I really like about this fic is that it sheds light on Vincent's insecurities about being a maker as much as it does let Lovely go bloodlust-feral like they deserve. The fact that we don't have bloodlust!Lovely is a crime, but at least I can help to fill that void with a fic!

20-What is something you wish more people noticed about this fic? (you are always so good on details and Easter eggs, nothing is accidental, so I'm just curious!)

Thank you! I admit, I spend way too much time embedding little details and connections between all my Redacted fics. Something I would draw attention to in this fic is the live-feeding process, where part of a vampire's magic actually guides their teeth to a vein so they can drink. Additionally, I think some of the description between blood bags and live feeds helps to rationalize why bags alone cannot sustain a vampire. It feeds (ah!! "feeds" get it?) into my headcanon of blood donors to support the vampiric community. Here's a bit of an excerpt from that passage:

“Excellent,” Vincent praised. “Now, when you get close to their skin, you’ll find that you’re magically drawn to a vein. That’ll be the best spot to puncture.”

Lovely followed Vincent’s instructions, leaning into the almost-magnetic pull they felt towards the human’s jugular. “Here,” they pointed, pulling down their collar a bit to expose the skin. “I feel it. Right here.”

“You’re doing really good, Lovely,” Vincent smiled. “Now, slowly and gently, you’re going to angle your top fangs to sink in right there.”

As Vincent spoke, Lovely bit down. The soft squish sound reverberated in their highly sensitive ears.

“There you go, there you go,” Vincent grinned encouragingly. “Now feed, Little One. Feed.”

Lovely eagerly did as Vincent told them, sucking every drop of blood from the unempowered human. They licked their lips gratefully, feeling the rush of energy and satisfaction fill their with every swallow. The blood was warm, much warmer than when the liquid came from a thawed blood bag. The flavor was thick, almost cloying, but Lovely lapped up every bit of it. They glanced up at the unempowered human, nervous they would see fear or disgust. They didn’t. The trance had kept the human blissfully unaware of what was happening. It didn’t take long for them to feel full. Because the blood was from a live donor and they were just starting to enter this phase of the bloodlust, their stomach was not yet adjusted to needing a full unit.

“Getting full,” they murmured through mouthfuls, suddenly afraid to let their lips leave the human’s skin for fear that they would bleed out. “What do I do now?”

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted fanfiction #redacted vincent #vincent solaire #redacted lovely #thank you!#que be doo be doo

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apricotbuncakes · 11 months

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Welcome Home AU Info & Masterlist

The At Dead of Night Au (or ADON AU for short)

This AU is based on the game At Dead of Night! The game and my AU have themes of Suicide, Child Neglect, Child Abuse, Child Death and Murder so please be cautious when reading/engaging with this AU! All posts I make about this AU will be labeled with appropriate warnings (based on the content of the post itself.

I’m do not have the energy to digitalize and color these yet so have my sketchbook sketches for now (color to be added later). I’ll draw better sketches later too.

Summary: The ADON AU follows Julie as she navigates an old and barely upkept hotel trying to free her friends (Eddie, Howdy and Frank) from locked hotel rooms. As she does so, she must help ghosts haunting the premises remember what happened to them, all while getting chased around by Wally (and the ghost possessing him)!

Wally Playfellow (Alive): Son of James Playfellow and Poppy Partridge (the latter by marriage). When he’s not possessed, he is a gentle and loving person. Although not very outgoing, he does love to preform on stage, preforming for children before bedtime and having a more adult themed show later in the evening. His stage name is Wally Darling.

James Playfellow (Dead): Father of Wally Playfellow and deceased husband to the late Poppy. He was manipulative to Wally and often used him for personal gains. His tactics grew to be more violent overtime, which resulted in his death where he was killed by {REDACTED}. The image above shows his form when he was alive. His mother was a puppet and his father was half puppet, resulting in him having more human features such as skin and a nose while still retaining black eyes and blue hair, like his mother's. His hair, despite being naturally blue, does grey as a human's would.

Poppy Partridge (Dead): Poppy is the mother of Wally Playfellow and deceased wife of James Playfellow. Although not biologically related, she considers herself to be Wally’s only mother (his previous one passing on after birth). Wally sees her the same way. After the death of her husband, she struggles with major anxiety and depressive episodes that leave her staying inside the hotel most days. She has to hire the help of Harvey Home, who then goes on to be the proprietor of the hotel. She takes the free time she has to be a doting and devoted mother to Wally.

Dr. Barnaby Beagle (Dead): A therapy dog that was hired by Poppy when Wally was a teenager to help him after his violent outburst got too much for Poppy to handle alone. Barnaby is genuine in his attempts at helping Wally, though in the end is unsuccessful in changing Wally’s mannerisms.

Fun Fact: Barnaby is the only Ghost to be still have his legs! It’s his personal choice to appear as such.

Harvey Home (Dead): Mr. Home was hired by Poppy to run the hotel since she was unable to. He and Wally rarely get along. When Wally was younger, Harvey simply dealt with the disrespect. As he got older he started to tolerate it less and less. Although incredibly patient under normal circumstances, Wally seems to bring out the worst in him. After all his hard work, Home was appointed the proprietor by Poppy. He gets to enjoy his position very little since he dies soon after he is appointed.

Sally Starlet (Dead): Sally and her family were frequent patrons of the hotel since her father traveled for work and often brought his family with him. Sally was familiar with the hotel and Wally. They used to play well together in the stage area. This is how Wally learned to love the spotlight. After Wally’s behavior begins to change, Sally drifted apart from him and often preferred to play on her own.

Julie Joyful (Alive): she is set to meet her friends Frank, Eddie, and howdy at the hotel before they go on a trip. Julie is the last to check in with her friends. She sees Wally attack Frank and runs downstairs to make it called the cops. The phone doesn’t work. She finds a scrying mirror, a compass and ghost speaker. The adventure begins.

Frank Frankly, Howdy Pillar, Eddie Dear (Unknown): All three arrived before Julie and were attacked one by one after a gentle refusal to watch Wally’s show that evening. Just like the friends in the original game, they are only a background motivator for Julie, and make no significant contributions to the series of events.

NOTES: Not all of the back stories from the games will transfer over identically to this AU. While a lot of the themes and ways of dying do indeed transfer over, this AU is not identical. A handful of things mentioned in the original game are not themes I want to add to this AU for personal reasons.

Boundaries for my AU

ADON AU Fanfiction

Chapter 1 Cover Art

Chapter 1 Funny Moments

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whirligig-girl · 9 months

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Character design and step-by-step process for my Torchship Commission. It involved character design, posing, starship art, rendering, and a LOT of work. This is, so far, my biggest and best commission yet. I thought it might be interesting to look at how I went about drawing this.

Initial character design sketches to get the feel of the characters correct. I used more of a lower decks style especially in the eyes at this step, but they would be more detailed by the time i got to making the final drawing. I had to do Martin in color because of the psychic energy being in her head.

the actual line-art is pretty rough here. in retrospect a big part of that is simply the neck placement relative to the head. but that wasn't the point. the point is cool whispy aura/halo.

Iterating on the faces, putting them on bodies with relative heights Holmes is a career spacer and so very tall; Yureli is a martian, and martians are all very short. Also, I forgot Stevens' goatee, so that had to be added! The facial expression on Martin had to be changed to be more "bedroom eyes" as per client feedback. :P

note how Holmes' robot arm attaches to her spine down her back. The robot arm was not specified in the commission info, but I thought something that resembled a NASA rover robot arm, or maybe Canadarm, would be really cool and interesting.

Mockup with the sketch mostly finished. I was asked to lower Martin's ACER pistol to be more like a secret agent kinda pose.

And after more tweaks to placement and proportions and cleaning of lines, the finished sketch:

and then i realized I'd made a terrible mistake.

sorry i just noticed a bunch of technical errors in my previous sketch. this is so embarassing. i had to fix this. here's a fixed version

/joke.

Mary Gilham 32 was started on a separate project file. I started by tracing the basic proportions of the Mary Gilham from one of the reference renders I was sent, then I added a lot of the details. The warp rings were made by using the ellipse tool to construct the different pieces of the rings and move them into place; way better than freehanding it.

Now, I had procrastinated starting this project for a couple days, but by the time I actually got to working on it I could not stop. I had started the concept sketches at 2:44 PM and I finished the line-art and silhouette for the Mary Gilham at 10:48 PM. Job well done for the day, I went to bed.

And then got back out of bed because I couldn't sleep, lmao.

I finished the line-art for the characters, and the silhouettes.

and finally, at 1:00 in the morning, I sent this full color unshaded drawing and. surely i went to bed right?

...I sent this at 2:00 AM.

yeah my brain was broken. i spent another hour rendering the rocket. I considered just using the CGI render by Holly, but the visual mismatch would have been pretty bad. Plus, I like how I did the Cerritos in Guzcomic, still looking both metallic and realistically lit but also storybook kinda feel. The sunlight shading was simple enough, but making the self-illuminated parts of the ship shine was really cool. The glowing bits use a combination of normal blend modes and blurred Screen blend modes on top of the line-art layer to look a little like bloom. I'm not fully happy with the radiator illumination, it looks a little on the unconvincing side, but the radiator emissive glow looks great, and the illumination coming from the cloak ring and the warp rings looks great. By the way, the red glowing end-caps which look like star trek's bussard collectors are just big warning lamps indicating a radioactive nuclear or antimatter rocket. The nacelles are rocket tanks and engines; the warp drive is one of the big rings.

THEN i went to bed, for real this time.

In the morning all that remained was to add the flags on their shoulders and do the final shading/rendering on the crew.

[redacted spoilers about shading a really interesting texture]

and finally I finished the job. There were a few touches I saved for last, like rim highlighting from the engines on the characters, and colored reflections from each other's uniforms, but that didn't take too long. Oh, and Martin got her psychic energy being in the last hour too. Overall I worked from 11:00 AM to 1:00 PM that day.

The final drawing has some easter eggs to look out for that would never appear in the format of a podcast thumbnail. So feel free to zoom in and look around. I like placing little easter eggs and visual gags in my art. :)

DM me for commission info. I need money to survive!

#commission #art #digital art #drawing #painting #Torchship #Torchship Podcast #Torchship: Forbidden Space #Spaceship #Cosmonaut

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original-character-championship · 1 year

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Samuel & Isabelle - info

some context:

these characters belong to a collab universe. there's magic and gods and demons in it, fun stuff!

@nassilove is the co-creator (she's also participating in this tournament, check out her OCs! if we both pass round one we get to brawl smash bros style)

the actual main story doesn't focus on samuel and isabelle, they have their own little thing going on (although sammy is also a main character)

Samuel

hey see this picture? this would be samuel if he went on vacation instead of overworking himself day and night

you know the "evil orphanage who experiments on children" trope? ok yes, his parents run that orphanage. he's trying to stop them

21 years old

gay. gets exactly one (1) bitch but he's godtier level

pick a struggle: "british, ginger, law student" edition

not a sopping wet beast but a soggy crumpled napkin

terrified of his own magic. he has trauma and really bad anxiety among other things

he would kill for his little sister (*glances at the AUs where he does exactly that*)

(they also have an older sister but that's redacted for now)

yes he talks to the stuffed bunny and he sits it at the table and tucks it in bed every night

Isabelle

she lives with her brother because their parents suck

7 years old

well-behaved but has untapped zoomie potential

classic quiet kid who wants to become an artist/writer

spends every waking moment of her life drawing and LARPing

she makes bunnysonas of everyone she meets and draws them in her diary

she loves bun bun and her brother very much. she wishes she could put them in her pocket and carry them with her

she talks for bun bun. considering how quiet she is everyone just assumes it's her way of talking indirectly but...

Bun Bun

- a stuffed bunny!

- ... or is it.

- a demon possessed it. in terms of this universe, a demon is no more than a ball of corrupted energy that is capable of making mutual exchange deals with humans. they feed on things like magic, other demons and worship.

- well, "worship" or attention if you will. and the attention of a small child and her anxiety-riddled brother is a great source of sustaintment.

- in short it didn't make a deal with either but it's so loved it doesn't need to look for more food.

- it barks

Extras!

i don't have a single decent drawing of sam!!! why's this man so hard to draw???

been working on this story for the past 3 years or so? but sam and izzy have existed for 5 years at least

bun bun is partly based on the fact i thought my favorite plushie was possessed when i was a child AND partly on another OC i made 9-ish years ago

i love them dearly and this is a great opportunity to develop them further :)

#submission #propaganda #490 samuel & isabelle

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tonightwrites · 1 year

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I posted 84 times in 2022

That's 39 more posts than 2021!

37 posts created (44%)

47 posts reblogged (56%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@yandere-sins

@fatgumsupremacy

@tonightwrites

@linadoonofficial

@random118x

I tagged 42 of my posts in 2022

Only 50% of my posts had no tags

#yandere - 26 posts

#concubines - 25 posts

#empress - 24 posts

#tonight talks - 24 posts

#yandere boy - 22 posts

#oc - 19 posts

#tswe - 19 posts

#yanderes - 18 posts

#reverse harem - 18 posts

#yandere x reader - 17 posts

Longest Tag: 110 characters

My Top Posts in 2022:

Thinking of Best friend turning yandere...

But honestly, they see how the other people around you are treating you. They have been your best friend for years now! Someone else comes along and tries to take their place next to you. The little pest is just using you!

Bestie makes it seem like the other person dropped you out of nowhere for no reason. Constantly threatening any newcomers that you bring up in casual conversation.

Oh! You... like someone? That's... good to know, no [redacted] I'm fine really! Bestie pointing out all the flaws in your relationship or crush anytime you ask for advice. Always telling you that a s/o would treat you better than they would. Even though they never could come close, you're my best friend after all.

Bestie coming over to your house to spend some time with you. Your family always want them over for the holidays. They take pride in getting on your families good graces. Their so called partner can't even greet the family properly... how pathetic.

143 notes - Posted November 13, 2022

Omegaverse AU for TSWE

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Omegas- Dominic, Thiago

Alphas- Alun, Izacc

Beta- Reader

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Dominic Finch

Domi would be all over you for cuddles, pushing you to the nest he made with your blankets and pillows. Always growling when you get up to go to the washroom. Biting and marking your shoulders, neck, and chest. Of course with you being a beta it never stays longer than a week. His unbearable heats are a nightmare to everyone around him. Clinging to you, using you as a pillow or making you use him as a pillow. It's hard to say no to those puppy dog eyes.

While Domi has you Alun and Zacc are outside the locked door trying to bust it open to get to you. However, you know what Dominic is doing and why he's doing it. He's an omega, and he sees you as his mate. So please won't you let him mark you some more! NO! Don't leave the safe nest stay here! He'll dress you up in pretty clothing and you can have a spa day right where you are laying! Order servants to get food and water, no use waste energy for such a mundane thing!

Alun Prothro

Alun, as alpha as they come always trying to impress you with his strength and sharp skills. Guarding you all the time, he takes precautions to his... alpha-ness... such as taking hormone suppressants for when his rut comes. He can not leave you to fend off these rapid animals you call concubines! That would be the opposite of protecting you. Who needs ruts when he has to protect you the most important person in the world.

He has no mate nor does he want one. They'd take time away from making sure you're safe and healthy. His hypothetical mate is more trouble than dealing with the side effects. It would put you in more danger! His mate would get jealous of you and try to cause harm to you! NO! He won't allow that to happen. Not again. He is going to protect you til the day he draws his last breath, and then protect you form the afterlife. A very sweet and protective Alpha that isn't bothered with romantics.

Izacc Rinefern

Zacc is an alpha that hides his violent tendencies when he knows you're around him. However as soon as you are out of hearing range threats that were once thoughts are now promises to the people who have gotten to close for his comfort. You're just a naive beta, you don't know the dangers of the alphas and omegas that surround you. Omega's are known for being manipulative especially that mutt, Finch. Alpha's could over power you at any moment, little comfort he feels when an alpha (Alun) is to watch over you 24/7. Zacc does background checks on every knight or guard that tries to join the imperial rankings.

Zacc has more intellectual strength than physical strength, lost a bit of muscle after becoming your concubine and being pampered. He uses his wit and sharp tongue to cut down anyone who thinks is worthy of even a glance at you. Still gets called to the war rooms and council meetings with the generals of the armies under you. Zacc uses his strategic skill to impress you and gain your affection. Please just let him scent you! Let him chase off that mutt and stay by your side instead. You don't need to pamper Finch, if you really wanted to pamper someone he'd be willing to act like an omega and let you pamper him and dress him up. It's not alpha like to think like that but he doesn't care about what others think. Just you, only you. Please just let him scent you! Mark you! He begs of it.

Thiago Amos

Thiago is an omega, but you don't know that, you don't need to know that. He'll play beta to get closer to you, wants to bond over you two being the only "betas" around. Tell him all of your troubles with all the alpha's and omega, (so he can know what not to do of course). Thiago comes to your room with no problem. You trust him, don't believe what the others say! Does he act like an omega or an alpha? No! He's a beta just like you please continue being close and trusting him more than them.

Hides his heat by saying he needs to report to his father that he is well. Zacc and Domi don't like him and how smart he is about hiding his second gender.

I didn't know if the people in the taglist wanted to be tagged for all of the TSWE content or just the main story.

Taglist : @zanary @meforpr3sident @yandere-dark-cupid @devils-blackrose @gallantys @eliciana

161 notes - Posted July 22, 2022

The Strong Willed Empress

Chapter 3 "Cats and Dogs"

Tw; Yandere tendencies, manipulation, future NSFW, gore, toxic relationships, and other things like this.

Part 1

Part 2

The two men glared at each other as they locked eyes. Dominic held a slight growl to his voice. “You, me, Courtyard, when the sun is at its highest.” Dominic walked away, not waiting for a reply. Izacc stood there still glaring at him, ‘Mutt, this is your fault. Not mine. But very well, whomever wins gets the empress to himself.’ He stalked off to his own room.

Alun walked away from the corner when he heard the men go into their rooms. Thankfully, the concubines didn’t stall any longer than they had. Of course, he had heard the threating tones and razor sharp words that were being shared between the two men, however… the empress doesn’t have to know just yet. Dominic and Izacc need to be taught a lesson, after all.

Dominic was in the Courtyard before the sun was at its peak, hoping that he could plan to win in peace. When the idea of tripping him came to mind, he picked up some random objects that were laid across the courtyard after a training session with the top guards. It was a hot, humid, horrid day. Sweat was dripping off of him as if he were a leaking water pump.

Dominic’s fingers touched the metal piece of equipment to move it. The heat made it unbearable to touch, burning his hand. But this is more than fine. A little heat is just what he needed to get his blood pumping. Izacc entered through the large, heavy doors opposite to where Dominic stood. Neither of the men were smiling. Domi goes to grab the sword laying on the ground. Zacc had his on his hip, always prepared to protect his empress.

The first clash of metal rang hard and shrill in Alun’s ear as he watched, curiously devious as the empress’ pets fought like cats and dogs down in the courtyard. He stood in watched, enjoying the breeze that floated near the balcony he was standing on, watching with little interest as blood spilled below him.

After an hour of waiting for something interesting to happen between the two. Alun left to inform the empress on what he “stumbled upon” leaving out that he watched them for a while. He turned to leave and closed the door, still hearing the clashing of sword and shouting that the men were doing.

At a quick pace, he raced to the Empress’ room, where she sat drinking some herbal tea to calm herself from the letter she had received later that day.

“Empress, Izacc and Dominic, they are in the courtyard!” Alun said, as he burst through the door. The Empress pulled the curtains away from her window. What she saw angered her.

“Stop them. Bring them to the throne room.” She said it with such a cold tone, Alun shivered. The punishment must be great if you’re sending them to the throne room. Alun then walked away from her room. She was still looking out her window, seeing her beloved concubines fighting like rapid animals. She glanced at the letter she hadn’t finished writing.

“King Afonso Amos of Zandonia,

The offer you purposed would be beneficial to both of us. An alliance between two great monarchs. A wise decision on your part to offer it. Already better than over half of the allies I have.”

The Empress picked up the quill and the parchment and began to write.

“I accept the proposal between me and your son, Thiago Amos. He is to be my concubine in a week’s time.”

Part 4

coauthor- @abrokecupoftea

Taglist: @meforpr3sident @zanary

468 notes - Posted July 11, 2022

The Strong Willed Empress

Her Ruthless Tiger

Chapter 2

TW: Yandere tendencies, manipulation, future NSFW, gore, toxic relationships, and other things like this.

Part 1

“Your Majesty,

Greetings from the Kingdom of Zandonia. I, King Afonso Amos , wish to offer my son, Prince Thiago Amos, to you as a consort or concubine of your choosing. I offer you my son in exchange of peace and a treaty between us. A war not fought is the greatest kind.

Long live the Empress- King Afonso Amos”

The Empress released a breath after reading through the letter at least 3 times. She wanted peace between the Kingdom of Zandonia and the Masal Empire. However, the concubines she already has would probably seek to destroy the prince if given the title of consort. The empress thought over her response carefully, for now she will leave this for when she comes back from seeing her other second concubine.

She looked up from the letter and saw Alun standing there holding back Dominic from running to her and ripping up the parchment in her hands. It was taking up all her attention, and he wanted all of her attention. Dominic already had to share with… him. The Empress took the paper and held it to the lit candle and let it burn to a crisp. Alun let go of the Main Concubine. Dominic instantly latched onto the empress’ dress in a desperate attempt to bring her close and make her focus on him.

“My empress!” Dominic cried as he saw her dress rippled as she turned. “You can’t leave me here! Shouldn’t you take care of me more? Besides, that guard can wait, after all, I love you the most between the two of us!”

The Empress gently held his cheek with one hand as the other hand waved Alun away to get Izacc behind her back. With Dominic melting at her touch, he hadn’t noticed her dismiss Alun. She heard the grand door of her room close softly, alerting her that Alun had left. When she had finally taken her hand away from his nuzzling to run her fingers through her loyal hounds’ hair, did he notice Alun’s disappearance.

Dominic was rather thankful the oaf of a man had left. Just more time alone with his one and only empress, as it should be. Not long after Alun had left, Dominic heard quick footsteps approach the door. He already knew who it was. A large scowled formed on his face as they drew closer and closer. “Domi be-” The regal empress was cut off by the door slamming open. Izacc rushing in from his room two doors down. A loud growl was released from Dominic’s throat as he bared his teeth at the male.

“Empress… I didn’t realize a stray had gotten in,” Izacc sent a glare Dominic’s way, “want me to rid you of this diseased pest?”

“Izacc. You know I detest the fighting between the people I cherish most.” The Empress said to the newly arrived male. That is not the nickname she gave him, that was his full name. He looked away from her, displeased with himself at how he acted in front of her.

He stood straight and saluted, something he did when he was punishing himself by distancing himself from the empress when he had displeased her.

“Is something the matter, my empress?” A formal question. One that was spoken with a tone a guard would use as respect to her.

“She burned a letter,” Dominic growled out, not wanting the two of them to interact with each other more than they already had. The Empress stopped running her fingers through Dominic’s hair and stood straight. She cleared her throat as he pouted at the loss of attention.

“The King of Zandonia sent me a letter.” She walked over to her chestnut writing desk. “As a peace treaty, he wishes for me to have his son as a concubine. Seeing you two argue this often, it might be good to have a buffer other than Alun. He has a job other than making sure you don’t kill each other.” The empress fingers gently moved the pieces of paper to pick it up. Dominic and Izacc tensed up at her words.

‘A third?!’ They thought at the same time. The two of them can’t handle sharing you with just them! How would a third man help?! No, not a man, a worthless insect. She wrote with a quill and the ink jar next to the large pile of documents of trade. A response to the King, no doubt.

The Empress stopped writing when the eyes that stared at her became too intense for her to think. She looked up at the two men. She could practically see the imaginary ears pop up at the attention she gave them. They looked hopeful, however if they are going to make things this uncomfortable she needs them out.

“Zacc, Domi, I need you to leave.” The empress now spoke in a strict tone, no room for argument. Both of the men glared at each other as they turned to leave. Blaming the other as the reason for making the empress want a third concubine.

A murderous look came across both of them as soon as they shut the door to their beloved empress bedroom.

Part 3

Editor/coauthor- @abrokecupoftea

502 notes - Posted July 4, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

The Strong-Willed Empress

Yandere Male Concubines x Empress Darling

Chapter 1 “Her Loyal Hound”

Requested by: @yandere-dark-cupid thank you for the idea!

TW: Yandere tendencies, manipulation, future NSFW, gore, toxic relationships, and other things like this.

Dominic woke up to the empty bed of the Empress. The bed was still warm on her side, meaning she couldn’t have gone far. Dominic played with the blood red leather collar around his neck. The panic of not being able to see his empress makes him aggressive and on edge. He finally had the strength to get up off the silk bed sheets, his knees almost giving out on him. Last night was amazing! Of course it was! He spent it with his Empress!

The thought of it making his mood so much better than before and walked to the bathroom door on the west side of the room. Dominic knocked on the door and stayed leaning against it for a while waiting for a response.

“Yes, you can come in Domi.” The sweet, irresistible voice of his empress called out to him. Her nickname for him gave him shivers down his spine. He opened the door after the chills calmed down and the bumps on his tanned skin went away. The sight before him made his eyes wide and jaw drop. Drool leaked out of his mouth. There in all her beauty stood the Empress with a bathrobe on fresh out of the bath.

The Empress looked at the reaction he had to seeing her in such atire, it amused her greatly. She let a small smile grace her beautiful face and Dominic practically melted. Knees growing weak and brain turning to mush, she smiled at him after all, which is already a rare occurrence.

She walked past him with ease and elegance, headed for the walk-in closet next to the bathroom. Dominic followed her like a puppy following its master. A door shut in his face by the Empress herself, wanting to change without prying eyes. He felt hurt, but knew she likes the privacy she so rarely has.

Suddenly the main door slammed open by a guard needing to speak to the empress about a letter that came from the Kingdom of Zandonia. Curious, Dominic went over to the guard to see what it said.

“Sorry Sir Dominic, this is for the Empress’ eyes only.” The captain of the guard stated to him while holding the precious parchment away from Dominic’s desperate hands.

“Give it to me Alun!” Dominic said in a feeble attempt to persuade the man to give him the letter. In response, Alun just simply held it above his reach. Contradicting his name Alun, meaning little, he is the largest man in the palace. Alun heard the click of heels before Dominic could. He straightened up his back and stood at full attention.

The Empress came out of the closet wearing a simple but regal, deep blue dress. Walking to where the two men were, she took the parchment out of Alun’s hand and read it. Her eyebrows creasing in thought, deciding what to do next with the offer she just received.

“Your Majesty,

Long live the Empress- King Afonso Amos”

Part 2

Part 3

Masterlist~

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itsyourstarboy · 2 years

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BANG

✨Cutie OC✨

Furthering my quest to draw my redacted listeners! Here we have Cutie, and though I’m still a little mad about his last video, I love him.

Also, I’m sure it’s pretty obvious by now, but all of my listener ocs are gnc icons lol. Otherwise they’d all be cishet and that’s boring /j

Info about him under the cut!

Behold my kidcore love child >:)

My Cutie is named Harper and uses he/him pronouns (big shocker at this point, I know)

He is, yes, you guessed it, trans

5’4”

❤️💙💛KIDCORE💛💙❤️

He wears whatever he wants, clothes don’t have gender ✋🙄

His closet is mostly comprised of multicolored articles of clothing

He definitely owns one of those multicolored Teddy Fresh hoodies.

He definitely got it in an XL, and Geordi definitely steals it sometimes.

Always a bottom, but not always a sub ;)))

Usually calm and reserved, but forever internally screaming

Can’t fight for shit, but can and will blackmail you

👽autism coded👽 (fight me, you won’t)

Very shy around new people; very open and loud with known people

He tends to be a bit of an open book, not exactly afraid of expressing himself

Not to mention he can hear everyone’s thoughts, so he doesn’t really worry about what people think of him. Besides he’ll just tell your wife you’re sleeping with her mom if you make him upset

He grew up with zero privacy, practically raised without shame.

“Did you just wipe your greasy hands off on your pants?”

“Ye”

He talks A LOT to fill in the dead air. If there is silence, he is FILLING IT

Only time he doesn’t talk is when others are speaking. He listens carefully to everything, spoken aloud or not.

Most of his brain is just other people’s thoughts to be honest.

40% cute (obviously); 30% affectionate; 30% horny

Don’t give him candy unless you’re prepared to put him on a leash.

This boy runs on skittles and energy drinks and sugar packets he steal from local coffee houses, which he then proceeds to practically snort throughout the day like its some sort of drug

He’s chaotic, okay?

His bloodstream is mostly composed of artificial flavors.

Kind of an over thinker, and his way to cope with that is to listen to someone else’s thoughts in favor of his own.

Geordi is his favorite channel to tune in to 👌

They’re both messes

He struggles to form relationships (he’s usually too closed off or too forward), so it’s a wonder he and Geordi ever made it this far

Geordi probably met him in a grocery store

He saw Harper contemplating if he should start eating the pack of Swedish fish he hadn’t paid for yet, and he was in love.

⚠️

CW: self harm mention

He has a problem of unconsciously hurting himself when he’s upset.

He won’t even realize after the fact, until Geordi starts freaking out because, “Jesus Christ you just slammed your arm against the corner of the wall and it’s already bruising”.

He also has OCD, which doesn’t help with his self harming tendencies.

Geordi once had to stop him from banging the left side of his head against the wall because only the right side had a headache.

When overwhelmed, he gets loud; like raised voice, fists hitting table, throwing something at the wall

Anything to overpower the noise in his head

On the basis of pet names, he usually just calls Geordi his name, but sometimes calls him “Pretty/Lover Boy” (and on rare occasion, “Punkin”)

He basically doesn’t sleep.

It’s like he’s battery operated or something, cause he could go without sleep for 42 straight hours and seem fine until he faceplants on his way to the couch

Because of this, he usually falls asleep as soon as his head hits the pillow.

Caffeine can only do so much for ones tired body.

Though sometimes he’s able to stay awake and cuddle Geordi as they both drift to sleep, which leads to slurred conversations in his half-asleep state.

Which is when he starts calling Geordi “Punkin”

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bee-rilakkuma · 8 months

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~*~Manifesting~*~

One day, I will get out of day job temp hell. The [redacted] department I previously temped in--or somewhere equally as good--will be able to hire me as a permanent employee with benefits.

The job will be stable. I will get to keep it for years. It will not be suddenly taken from me or become untenable due to lay offs or policy changes or office politics outside of my control. I will have a positive relationship with my work and coworkers.

I will get the 3x12s or high part time (3x10s, etc) day schedule I want. I will have a low weekend requirement, if any. The scheduler will be understanding about my art job and will avoid scheduling conflicts.

I will get paid as much as or more hourly than I do now. My financial needs will be met. After my bills are paid, I will have money left over for fun and nice things. I will not fear going to the doctor, student loans, or sudden expenses because I will be financially equipped to handle them.

I will have time and energy to work on my art. With day job stability, I will get into a good routine. I will be able to reliably put out new mini-comics, prints, and merch; plus work on a longer project like webcomic or graphic novel and occasional freelance. During downtime at my day job I'll be able to draw and will buy myself an art iPad. I will juggle this all successfully and sustainably. I will have time off to relax, have fun, take care of "adulting" tasks, and still avoid frequent deadline crunch.

My art will be good. I will do projects that I find creatively fulfilling. I will be recognized within my industry for my work. I will get into conventions, get offers of interesting work, have my pitches accepted by publishers, be included in panels, get nominated for awards, and more.

My art will be financially successful. I will not have to stress about spending too much on things like supplies, manufacturing, or business travel because I will reliably make it back and more. If I want to do something arts-adjacent just for fun--like attend a convention I'm not tabling at or take a random class--my art income will easily pay for it.

I will have positive relationships with art industry colleagues. I will have artist friends. We will spend time together at conventions, including meeting before/after for meals and hanging out. Between conventions we will chat and if local will have meet-ups. I will feel included and valued in my friendship groups instead of feeling like an awkward outsider.

These things are not too much or want or ask for. They are achievable. I am working hard towards them everyday. One day, I will have everything I want and more.

#manifesting #sad about my life so I wrote this

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clouds-rambles · 3 years

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I used to love you... but I don't remember you anymore

Welcome to Cloud airlines where I write 2k words where in Kazuha doesn't even appear until the last 500 words :')

Pairings; (Romantic) Kazuha x reader, (Platonic) Yoimiya & reader

Warning(s); crying, implied PTSD, amnesia, flashbacks, hurt, angst, yeah just heavy inazuma spoilers, badly described fight scene where i use metaphors to cover it up, no but literally just you in the story quest

Summary; You're a victim of the vision hunt decree ready to kick Raidens armys butt. I'm so bad at summaries :')

Keep reading under the cut!

If the diary entries are anything to go by this mysterious man you held with such regard in your diary entries had a special place in your heart, despite his peculiar hobbies. You speak about the first time you met him, the first date, the first kiss. The way he has an unnatural red highlight in his hair and the way he was more attuned to nature than you could ever dream of.

But when people talk to you about him he always feels like a stranger. Yoimiya has told you about how he promised to come back for you, and even suggested for you to join the rebellion... before realising.

Before realising the massive elephant in the room.

While you've forgotten many things, many people thanks to the one thing you cherished closest in your life, closer than your mysterious lover. The memory of it being taken still plays in your nightmares, whenever you see a member of the Tenryou Commission.

Archons above you've forgotten everything else... why must you have to remember that night every day of your life now?

The day was stormy, nothing unnatural for Inazuma, when several members of the Tenryou Comission burst into your home demanding you hand over your vision immediately. Of course you refuse, you had seen the way people around you deteriorated at the loss of their own visions, you didn't, you couldn't afford to forget everything. Not with [redacted] out of the country. You couldn't forget him. You can't forget him. You can't!

There you were outside your home, the rain soaking your clothes. If you didn't presume it was because of fear you would have noticed the way your arm hairs stood up from the electro from the storm. Every time this scene plays in your mind you're begging, pleading, bargaining, crying and even yelling abuse at the bystanders to help you.

Nobody does. Nobody ever does. You've seen these vision takings happen across the city from the incident, nobody does anything. They just clutch their purses and walk away. It hurts.

You can't remember his face, by you remember his overbearing presence when he leans down to take your vision. He claims he can feel the elemental energy dwindle from the vision, his colleagues laugh. How cruel can someone be? How? Why? Laughing at someone's misfortune? Laughing at everything you remember get pulled away from you. How would they like it if you cut off their arm? Or their leg? How would they-

Yoimiya sits at your feet her head laid on your lap. Sure your her senior... by two years but this position makes you feel old. Like an old person who constantly has to ask for assistance to just piss. How could the Raiden bless you with such a cursed existence. Her men should have just-

"You didn't hear this from me" Yoimiya speaks uncharacteristically quiet to you as if the information she's about to share with you is more than confidential. "The traveller who visited you last week has just joined the resistance... I think it's time that you went over there" she pauses drawing a fish on your leg with her finger "I think that getting out of the city will be good for you to put yourself to use" she chuckles "I know you're proficient with a weapon, I've seen plenty of ex-vision users pick their weapons up again without having to relearn... something about muscle memory"

"I don't want to miss your fireworks" you tell her putting your hand on her cheek, she leans into the touch with a grin

"In that case I'll have to put on a show for you once you get back!" she gleams "Do you still have the firework paper I gave you a few years ago?" she asks before wincing at the realisation that maybe you won't remember

"I found it in my diary... I never wrote about the paper but after meeting you I kind of came to the conclusion that it was you who gave it to me" you explain, Yoimiya nods thanking internally she didn't make you cry again "Do you know someone who can get me there...? I can't remember how to get there" you ask. Yoimiya nods

"I wouldn't have come to you if I didn't gather a few people to accompany you" she tells you "Just pack essentials, I'll house someone in here while you're gone so the Commission doesn't get suspicious"

"Thank you Yoimiya"

"It's no problem, anything for a friend"

You and the small group make it to the resistance in good time, no more than a day of walking. Two of the group complain about walking too late into the night, but considering you were the one that refused to stop they followed as long as they had to.

General Gorou is... surprised to see you at the least. Yoimiya had obviously sent some kind of message to the resistance about your arrival. But he hadn't realised it was you that was leading the group.

Ah the others refusing to stop as you trekked on into the night makes sense now.

The briefing was short, mentioning you had made it in the nick of time since there was to be a battle in the morning. And after the briefing Gorou pulls you aside a sleight from on his face.

"Are you okay?" he asks, you nod

"More or less thank you General" you reply, Gorou bites his lip unsure how to ask his next question. "Your expression" you remark causing the general to look up at you "We knew each other, right?" you ask, "I uhm, I lost my vision so I've forgotten a lot of things" you laugh a little at the thought. Gorou shakes his head

"We have plenty of ex-vision soldiers here so you should fit in" he smiles before pouting "It's just after Tomo I just thought... no I hoped that you'd be immune" he sighs "I should have suspected something as soon as you stop sending letters"

"Letters?" you inquire, Gorou hums

"I believe Yoimiya has taken over most of your operations... but she must not have told you" Gorou chuckles "You'd send parties, or even singular people over here whenever you could. We grew healthily in forces once Kazuha disappeared because of you" you nod taking in the information "Despite the circumstances it's nice to see you again. I think you should get in some training before tomorrow, it's odd fighting without a vision" you nod before excusing yourself to find some practice dummies.

The day is quiet, nothing more than training and watching the traveller walk about camp and make conversation. They don't come to speak with you, but acknowledge your presence with a small wave. Tomorrow couldn't come sooner, maybe you could feel a little more useful than the strange, broken, person you have been since your vision got taken.

The day starts early and there's conversation amongst the camp. Some are exited to see their first battle. Some are scared, and rightfully so. If there's anything you remember is the fear of war, the way the Inazumans within the city would shy away from the topic of war at all is an indication enough of that.

Gorou rallies the troops before you set out. You look to the sky and you feel a soldier lean against you.

"It's overcast" he comments, biting your lip of a witty retort you hum in agreement

"I hope it's not an omen" you say quietly your mind remembering the day your vision got taken once more for good measure. The soldier hums in agreement.

It's not long until the Raidens army shows up on the front lines, your stomach does a flip. So this is what these people have been training to fight. The feeling you feel for a brief moment is like the moment your vision was taken. But, the feeling eases as you realise this time you're not the only one. Others are here with you. With solidarity your with your fellow soldiers.

And with a baited breath the battle commences. It's dirty, in a way you hadn't expected it to be. You had watched the Raidens soldiers practice forms from outside your window, this is nothing like that. This is war in all it's disgusting raw forms.

Yoimiya had mentioned in passing a few times about how desolate the resistance is and now going against five enemies to one ally is certainly not any winning game.

That's when the curious thing happens, small droplets rise from the ground. If it weren't for both comrades and enemies alike stopping to watch the spectacle you would have convinced yourself that you had finally lost it.

The next few moments are equally fast as they are slow. The man. The man from your diary rushes forwards along with a large handful of mercenaries and helps the current forces push back the enemy. He looks at you for a second before rushing off into battle.

And without much extra force the enemy forces are pushed back and forced to retreat.

The soldiers decide to set up a small camp for the time being on the coast. Nothing too fancy, just a small fire hidden away from the rain. You find yourself standing outside looking up at the pouring rain.

It reminds you of that day, but the feeling of hope that no more people like you will become as lost as you bubbles in your stomach.

"You'll get a cold from letting yourself soak like that" a voice says from behind you, you hum

"Maybe, who cares though really? Just a little rain and I'm a single soldier nobody's going to miss me too hard if I get sick" you reply with a light chuckle. The voice goes silent before you can hear him chuckling to myself.

"When Gorou mentioned it I didn't want to believe it, that you actually lost your vision" he sighs "But seeing you not turn around at the sound of my voice, and talk about your wellbeing so nonchalantly makes me want to weep" he confesses. You turn to face the voice. It's the diary guy again.

"I'm sorry" you apologise bowing your head. You head the man shake his head

"It's not your fault. I- I just keep thinking that people around me are immortal to this war and every time I'm proven wrong." he explains "I should have let you come with me, but I couldn't let you become a villain to the Shogunate just by affiliation" he continues taking your hands. You have to stop yourself from flinching back and out of his hold. You feel your mouth go dry as you try and ask your next question.

"What was I to you?" you ask quietly and swallow deeply once you've asked the question. The man can't find it in his heart to look you in the eyes. The person he loves so close, but yet so far.

"We" he stumbles on his words "We were lovers..." he trails off trying to escape your look by pulling his hands away. You squeeze his hands

"Their diary, past me I mean" you speak up after a few moments of silence "They spoke fondly of you. Reading it always makes me feel like I'm an intruder, I forgot all these things and yet I can't read my own diary without feeling like an imposter in my own body" you hold back any developing tears "I am truly sorry for your loss, but I'm not. I'm not them. I'm some broken, tossed away vessel that used to be that person you loved" you tell him, your tone elevated to stop yourself from crying. You finally release the mans hands and bring your arms to hold yourself, just for a second of comfort. He sighs shakily, he seems almost as distraught as you do. He must have loved you a lot.

"In- in that case why don't we start from the beginning?" he offers "Hello, my names Kazuha Kaedehara, it's a pleasure to meet you"

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #kazuha x reader #genshin angst #kazuha angst #genshin impact kazuha #genshin kazuha #kazuha

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builder051 · 3 years

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Marvel Disabilities Celebration Week: Day 2

Creedless Assassins; takes place post-Infinity War, pre-Endgame (Diverges from Endgame quite a bit, but pulls from the canon of the comics, so maybe that's ok?)

______________________________

It starts off as a cold. At least that's what Clint says when he talks to various medical professionals about the genesis of what came next.

Steve had called it a headcold. Apparently he'd spent most of his childhood with the stuffy ears and sinuses gone to shit, exacerbated by a perpetual low grade fever and sore throat.

Nat had called it a hell cold. Maybe because it made Clint feel like hell. But probably because it made him give her a lot of hell.

Steve had tried to get them all together in a sort of bucket brigade, stopping by with soup and Kleenex whenever they happened to be at the tower. It didn't take long for Thor to start making himself scarce. Then Tony, even though the tower is technically his permanent address. Bruce turned up every other day for almost two weeks before he snapped and sent Clint an 'anonymous' email in all caps and green text, accusing him, in more efficient language, of being a poser. After that, everything fell on Nat.

"It's been almost a month," Nat says, annoyed. She lays upside down on the foot of Clint's bed, head hanging off the edge and a comic book held up an inch from her nose.

Clint coughs wetly. "Not my fault."

"I didn't say it was."

"Huh?" Clint looks up and wrinkles his nose, then puts his hand behind his ear.

"You still all congested?" Nat asks. "Because you really should be over that by now."

Clint shrugs. "It's not my face, really." He gestures to the prominent bones beneath his eyes. He's thinned out lately, so everything on him is prominent now. "It's more like my..." He claps his hands against the sides of his head.

"Ears?" Nat guesses.

Clint nods.

"You probably have an infection." There's a hint of 'duh' in Nat's voice. "With that hell cold, I wouldn't be surprised if you had some... stuff. Bronchitis. Ear infection."

"Doesn't hurt, though," Clint protests, determined to be fine, despite evidence to the contrary.

"You need to go get it checked out," Nat says. She gives Clint a hard look.

"But--"

"Humor me." Nat's expression turns to a gentle smile, even though she's on the losing end of the argument. She's giving Clint a gift, not fighting back. She must realize how awful he feels, and Clint immediately feels guilty for hiding it.

"Yeah," Clint sighs. Nat could probably tell him anything and he'd agree right now, in the vulnerable position he currently holds.

Her words make sense, though. His ears don't seem to work. Haven't all week. Maybe longer. Clint isn't sure.He doesn't need his sense of hearing much whilst he's lying in bed, all his energy absorbed in raising his body temperature enough to host the antibodies and force them to work against the intruders. Or maybe it's the other way around. Yada Yada. Clint doesn't care.

"If I make you an appointment, will you go?" Nat asks, a little desperation in her tone.

"Maybe?" Clint imbues the word with as much honesty as he can

To be completely candid, his mission days are over. SHIELD can't trust him to stick to the script in the field anymore, so he's basically defunct. They use him as a paperwork pusher, signing and stamping, because he can read and write and he's a level six.

Mission reports from [Name redacted] SHIELD Agent/Enhanced Person, passed, damages, casualty count don't phase him. Shit happened. Yeah, it sucks. The families of the dead are due recompense, lest their asses be sued (again). The success to casualty ration will be added to a long list of MS Excel data with automatic unfolding equations that define the company metrics.

Then Clint will snap up his briefcase, for god knows he has one now, a gift from Nat last Christmas. After that, he'll go home and... heat up canned soup. Maybe send a text or two. Go to bed. And wake up the next morning to do it all again.

Clint doesn't have Laura to fix his breakfast and dinner anymore. Nor does he have his children to run around in the yard with during his evenings and weekends.

His ears have been stuffy for so long now that he barely recalls Laura's voice. He thinks he holds onto her laugh, but then when he gets Nat started on a giggle fest, Clint thinks they sound eerily similar.

He's lost Lila completely. Nothing young and girlish remains in Clint's dwindling sound library, and he keeps mistaking the boys for each other, pushing Cooper back into babyhood as he tries to remember something Nathaniel said the other day before school.

Except it wasn't the other day. They vanished better than 90 days ago., and lint's been sick for at least the last month. Sometimes Clint wonders if Laura had been sick when she'd died, or been dusted or vaporized or whatever had happened. Had she been putting on a brave face to fight a fever? Had she passed on mono to her only bewedded husband? Did Laura have a secret boyfriend that no one knew about?

But no. No. Clint doesn't want to know. He thinks one more time about asking Nat, but changes his mind again, sticking to the high road.

"I need a better answer," Nat says. "If I make you an appointment, " she flips her phone between her fingers. "Will you go?"

Clint draws in his breath. "Will you take me?" he finally asks.

Nat grits her teeth. "Yeah. I guess."

"Do you think something's really wrong?" Clint furrows his brow.

Nat's molars continue to grind together, and her incisors push forward into the flesh of her lip. Clint expects to hear the awful sound, but instead there's nothing until she clears her throat and finally says, " Yeah. Yeah, I do."

Clint lets a beat of silence pass. "Ok.... Make it, and I guess I just..."

"Just tell them how it started, then what you're feeling right now," Nat says, as if it's that easy.

"You mean, the cold?"

"Yeah." Nat nods. "I don't mean to jump to conclusions on you, but that's a possible side effect of mono. If that's what you wind up having."

"Huh?"

"Don't know or didn't hear?" Nat looks concerned.

"Neither." Clint shakes his head.

"Going deaf."

"...Ok." Clint sighs. "I guess I knew that, but..."

"Hard to let it sink in when it's happening to you?"

"Yeah. Like jumping without a chute, or something."

"Nothing like that feeling, electrifying your veins." Nat shudders. "But similar, probably. I don't know."

"I don't know either. A fucking cold." Clint shake his head. "'S what I deserve, I guess."

"Hey, I never said that." Nat stares harshly into his eyes. "We'll come out the other side."

Clint reluctantly nods. "You know I haven't forgotten you yet? Like, the sound of you?" His eyes begin to fill with tears.

Nat presses her lips together again. "That's--" She shakes her head. "That's not fair. You deserve to keep her. To keep them. I don't matter." Nat waves her hand in front of er boy, as if to accentuate her worthlessness.

"It is what it is," Clint says, "And right now, I'll take what I can get."

"That makes me--" Now it's Nat's turn to wipe away tears. "I'll come see you tomorrow, ok?" She lifts herself up from Clint's bed in a push up position. She scrubs her face into the forearm of her hoodie, then shoots Clint a wan smile.

He returns the gaze, then pulls his blankets up to his chest. "I'll miss you."

"No, you won't," Nat scoffs. She squeezes lint's foot through the quilt before she turns to go.

"Hey, thanks!" The words are out of his mouth before Clint realizes he's shouting. He's hyperaware of his problem, now. His cheeks go pink, and he offers Nat an awkward wave.

Nat turns, then waves back, over her shoulder as she exits the room, leaving Clint alone in the silence.

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sea-dukes-assistant · 2 years

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I'm trying to write out/explain the canon for this trashtastrophe I've created, thanks to encouraging anons and, of course, Danelle. This is written in third person, which I felt worked best (sometimes it's good to take the "observatory" stance and remove myself emotionally from the story). I've been mentally fumbling around the idea of writing another from Sea Duke's perspective, and trying the second person ("you") POV. IDK, that's gonna be tricky. If you have feedback/Opinions on that, let me know. Anyway, enjoy this bullshit, and my new meme I made for posting my bullshit. And yes I wrote this all this morning! From conception to posting! Thanks, Black Rifle Covfefe Co.!

@writer-in-the-dark-blog

Canon: Part 1(?) - ET2(SW/AW) [REDACTED], Devin T., USN

Nobody knew what to make of the situation, least of all him. He was selected for this position not on merit, or his service record, or even due to who he knew. His selection was entirely...a mistake. A mistake that nobody caught, until he showed up at the doorstep. Prince Philip's new equerry was supposed to be, as they usually are, a military officer. This one was the discounted version; not only was he not British, but he was enlisted, and not even in the senior ranks.

At first, he wasn't given any responsibilities, because why invest time in someone who's not supposed to be here? He mostly spent his time getting familiar with his surroundings, and trying to make the best of the awkward situation. One day, as he was wandering, he decided to make a job for himself, something that was instilled in him during his time on his first ship where often Sailors start out with no specific purpose until they get trained up. Also, he was severely bored! He knew no one, hardly anyone spoke to him, nobody even knew where he was to eat, as he wasn't on the servant staff and certainly wasn't family.

The next morning, he very casually walked into the office where Prince Philip's staff worked. Nobody paid him any mind, though one man did give him a weird sort of look, but he was on the phone, so no chiding could be made. The newcomer then walked towards the man's desk, swiping the mail off it as he passed by, and with a sense of purpose strode straight into Prince Philip's office with it, allowing no time for anyone to protest.

"Your mail, sir," he said, placing in it the "in" tray. "I've already thrown out the junk."

Prince Philip looked at him, quizzically but far from annoyed, as if trying to figure out what the hell was going on and why the usual routine had been disrupted. "Who told you to do this?"

"No one, sir," the sailor answered, keeping his eyes fixed to the wall behind the desk.

There was an uncomfortable silence. The sailor, nerves getting to him, clenched and unclenched his right hand, enough to work through his nervous energy, but not so much as to draw attention to himself. Prince Philip noticed anyway, but said nothing.

The sailor took a deep breath and, for better or worse, made an attempt to explain. "I am aware I may have overstepped, sir. I know that I wasn't meant to be here. Respectfully, sir, I need something to do, for however long it is until this is sorted out."

"Right," Prince Philip said quietly. He understood where the sailor was coming from, himself being a man that could not "sit still," and had the same difficulty once his wife became Queen. He also was not surprised, given that this man, though not an officer, still had come from the Navy and was not accustomed to doing nothing. "I'll look to find somewhere you can fit," he said, thoughtfully.

And from then on, under his own volition, the sailor brought the mail, until he was finally given an official capacity, as an assistant. This position was nowhere as prestigious as a private secretary, a spot already filled by Prince Philip's shipmate and best friend, CDR Parker. He was not quite an equerry, but certainly not servant-level staff either. Like his current boss, the sailor had a position, but was left to define that as he saw fit.

#Devin's shit fanfic #working for Sea Duke #The DTF Chronicles #or rather the prologue to us fucking and relationshipping

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pr0cayne · 3 years

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Hey everyone! So excited for this rp to open, I love surreal and paranormal. 🔥 I am Belle and my hobbies include writing gremlin bois and oscillating wildly between regular capitalization and lapslock. I also live on like the opposite timezone of basically anyone in the US so sorry if my replies come at weird times. I also work and am dramatic abt my energy levels so often I’ll either post on weekends or queue things (tho we’re out here w a 3 day weekend bc I have Monday off this week 😎)This is Noh Harang, resident gremlin, morally ambiguous and in the trade of plots that verge on the wrong side of functional. Here is his about and profile page which has the more relevant of information, but I’ll drop some additional quick facts under the cut along with some attempted plot ideas! If you want to plot just like or dm + I have a discord on request if it’s easier to plot there.

if you want the full gist of why he is the way he is i’d rec reading his bio + checking his profile page, bc this is like: scenario, this is me trying my best, but my best is never good enough 😔 his apt details are: B2, #08(?), West 🔥

was born in korea, his dad died when he was pretty young and was largely raised by his mom w help from other family members. he is ✨inspired ✨ by sharp objects (bc i Love it), only less murder-y, but his mom has munchausen by proxy and it influenced his emotional development a lot.

moved to [REDACTED] as a preteen when his mom remarried, which meant there were new and exciting doctors to visit who weren’t suspicious yet. cowabunga, dude. spent a lot of time in his room drawing when he was ~sick~

he’s decently smart, and he did go onto uni for art, but then he got pissed at someone else and sabotaged their assignment by breaking into somewhere he shouldn’t have been and prob broke like 4 school rules in the process and was kicked out his second year. so he never finished. good life choices? check. clearly.

he is vindictive and revenge-driven and will act immediately on those feelings without considering the consequences on getting caught. harang in the moment is always like: i will definitely not get caught. and the narrator is like: mmm idk about that bitch.

is he a good person? no. does he try to better himself every day? also no. memes aside, he does have good qualities but he’s def not sugar and spice and everything nice. if you enjoy complicated, emotionally wrought, and sometimes dark plots 👀 👀 👀 pls come to me, that is what i’m weak and design my chars for.

he’s a webtoon creator/artist. he’s into horror, esp supernatural/paranormal horror. his webtoon is similar in storyline/vibe to something like stagtown? but his art style is different. he takes inspo from junji ito of course

obsessed with herbal tea, has So Many flavors in his apt.

really into vinyl, though he usually collects based on cover artwork first and music second. likes playing atmospheric music when he’s making art.

he smokes, his favorite is cherry tobacco. they’re bad for his body but he��s pretty sure his body was basically destroyed in his youth so what does it matter anymore anyway?

he has a weird vibe but he’s good at covering it. will default to auto-mirroring people’s gestures and personalities around him without super realizing he’s doing it. if you spend enough time around him though it fades, it’s mostly done for people he doesn’t interact w regularly.

has a pet centipede. he’s so gross, why does he have one? he didn’t even buy it at a pet shop he just found it. i hate him for it. it doesn’t even have an official name, it changes depending on what harang feels like calling him ✨in the moment ✨

he’s not always the nicest person but he’s also not mean for the sake of being mean. it can take him a while to emotionally connect to people. he doesn’t frequently get into romantic relationship because of it, def finds casual to be easier. his sense of love and how it should be expressed is ✨very off ✨

he hates doctors, not in a take it personally sense, more just going to the doctors and being treated sense. will avoid going to the hospital At All Costs.

can be manipulative, and isn’t always the most empathetic person (in this house we support morally grey chars 👏 )

plot ideas -- tbh i often prefer to like talk apps and come up with something organically, but here are a few ~general ideas~ that might be nice to have, and a few that could be starting off points if we’re really stuck.

so i think it would be fun to have a plot that throws them both immediately in a relationship, but this relationship is falling apart and is kind of on its last leg? i’ve always wanted to do a dying relationship plot but it’s so hard to work through the whole thing from beginning to end so this is a solution perhaps?? they can still have like feelings if we want but clearly something is not working out and it is collapsing. the only kind of requirements i want here are A. it’s falling apart because for reasonings on both of their ends, i don’t really want it being one person is doing everything wrong and the other is doing everything right and it’s one muses fault and B. nobody super really younger than him. (we would also need to plot a lot probably to set up the ground work but if you’re up for it i think it could be really fun to write out 👀 )

if nobody takes the above just an ex that was messily resolved and has complicated vibes is fun too!!!

one fwb (if the above gets filled, it could’ve been something from his past, or even if it’s not filled it could still be from his past), purely physical with no overlapping emotions (at least on harang’s end, if u want it be more complicated Who Am I to say no), we meet bc we’re horny kind of vibes. i don’t care who you are kind of vibes. i don’t have you saved in my phone kind of vibes.

conversationalists. they keep meeting on the rooftop at the same time during smoke breaks. but the strange part of it is there’s no real set schedule, and the time that they go up to smoke often changes, sometimes drastically. could be fun if they know some deeper pieces of each other’s life without knowing the like basics of each others personalities (like an inverse of basic friends, unbasic not-friends, if you will)

a bff? like we really click together and even though you make bad life choices and are lvl 500 dumb sometimes i’ll still help you with whatever mess you invite upon yourself. can go both ways, of course.

me, sweating and running out of plot ideas i’m brainstorming on the spot, someone who’s into harang’s webtoon. ofc it would need to be ✨developed ✨ so it could be interesting, but yes. or his anti!!!

i Am a fan of antagonistic plots, i think they’re really fun, esp when both chars are kind of catty about it and it’s not just one being the ~evil~ one, tho i don’t have any ideas on how to get there but if someone really wants one and to figure out a reason why i’m down!!!!

if someone wants to kill his centipede they can, he will be v upset but it’s so gross and i had to look up aesthetic centipede pictures for his pinboard and i’m officially Done.

okay i think that’s it i’m out of ideas, but i’m v excited to plot and write so pls don’t hesitate to let me know if you like something or have another idea or wannna create something organically 👀

#ooc / intro #lmn:intro

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favoniuscodex · 3 years

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mutuals && who i'd ship them with

copying this idea from @albehoe because a Discord Discussion started amongst some of my friends after seeing her lovely post 4 me !!! i got permission to do so !!! for my moots who aren't included, i apologize ;;; it just means i'm not quite sure nor idk you well enough to do so ++ i can only do so many ppl without getting tired -- basically what im trying to say is i still love u pls don't hate me

@musedunuit → seven !!! bestie, i'd pair u with zhongli!

you know exactly why i'm saying this. just like those who you have had a crush on, zhongli amasses severe peepaw energy. he's very reliable and would be a lovely guiding source as to how one navigates life, while you would invigorate him with your humor. plus, you could confuse him with your dry sarcasm -- it would go over peepaw's head entirely.

@illusoryoceans → hi mag!! <3 i would pair you with mona!!

mag. this was the easiest matchup for me to do. both of you look towards the stars for guidance and have encountered your fair share of tough times. the two of you share an innate kindness and wish to see good in the world, yet you differ in outward attitude. but you two have such strong kindred spirit vibes that i can't help but believe that u two would work amazingly!

@shannara → phillip. my sworn enemy. you get reckless pallad.

suffer. you are sucrose and reckless pallad is [REDACTED]. :)

@zhongli-cafe → hey dex u cutie !!! i'd pair you with zhon- DILUC!

shut down the zhongli cafe. the one for you is diluc. he would love you with his whole heart and the two of you would bond through your calm nature and, despite what god seems to want to test the both of you, your patience with others. plus, you two are capitalists incarnate??? iconic, truly. he would wear the high ponytail just for you, bestie.

@hiraethflower → hello my beloved. i hope you're having a wonderful day and i would sacrifice everyone in this message just to see you smile. that being put aside, i would ship you, apart from the obvious answer of 'with myself', with albedo!

while albedo can draw lovely landscapes and beautiful portraits, you complement him well by being the type to craft elaborate prose. just like your art styles, the two of you compliment each other in personality as well, yet are alike where it matters. passionate and loyal to those whom you care about, you and albedo are the cute, iconic couple that everyone is jealous of.

@chapioca → rooey my bestie,,, i'm shipping u with eula.

two hotties. lesbians go brr. no further elaboration needed.

@albehoe → tumblr user albehoe,,, annika,, i'm shipping you with childe

reverse uno card right back at you bestie. is this homophobic of me to say? perhaps. however, your subtle cursed energies match childe's overtly chaotic energies perfectly. while childe rides into battle, you would probably ride piggyback on him.

ok im tired forgive me i cannot write anymore,,,, if i didnt include u i still adore u. i also refuse to ship any of my under 18 mutuals that feels weird,,,

#axia screams into the void #//mutuals

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t455a-rambles · 3 years

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A Little Insight of StarCatcher Boyfriend and Girlfriend.

Since I've got nothing better to do, I might as well write what and how's the relationship between Boyfriend and Girlfriend.

Oh yeah! Don't forget to support the creators of the mod, Kip and Startdust Tunes.

Now, from my first post for Boyfriend's backstory, I briefly mentioned how he and Girlfriend are mostly fascinated in one another and they took the opportunity to hang out more as they are collecting the Star Gems. [I know I keep on switching from "stars" to "specific gem" to "Star Gems". But this time, this time it's called Star Gems, okay?]

But I want more in depth with it. And this is where it begins

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Okay, now let's backtrack to when Boyfriend and Girlfriend first met. Now I mentioned Boyfriend was terrified yet curious with Girlfriend and vice versa. Boyfriend was the first who started the conversation. Of course he said "Hello" to Girlfriend.

And as you would guess it, Girlfriend did not pick up the language immediately and just responded with, "Bloop doo beep?" Boyfriend tried to slow down his speak and uses hand gesture. "Hello. My name is Boyfriend. What is your name?" To Boyfriend's surprise, Girlfriend understood what he was saying and responded with fluent English. "Oh. Nice to meet you! My name is [ [REDACTED] Because I dunno what an alien name suited for her lol]."

Boyfriend tried to pronounce Girlfriend's real name, but it ended up sounding so bad, to which he apologized for it. Girlfriend reassured Boyfriend and it was okay for him to not get it right. Girlfriend tried to come up with a name that is easy for Boyfriend to remember. Then an idea popped out. "How about you call me, Girlfriend."

Boyfriend looked up to Girlfriend with a red blush on his face. "Y- You can't call yourself "Girlfriend". We're not even dating!" Girlfriend rolled her eyes and let out a sarcastic tone, but it's a playful one. "You're name is literally "Boyfriend" for crying out loud."

Girlfriend did have a point and never did Boyfriend felt speechless by that fact. He then agreed to call the alien "Girlfriend", but he still wanted to pronounce her name correctly. This made Girlfriend flattered by his determination.

Girlfriend then asked where did Boyfriend come from and his response was gotten suck by a powerful energy while he was out to take a planet's sample. He figured it was a wormhole which brought him here.

"You're lucky that the wormhole brought you here. Who knows where you might land. Maybe near the blackhole." Boyfriend was terrified by the possibility and Girlfriend said it in a calm manner did not help the situation at all.

Girlfriend asked about the planet Boyfriend previously visited, brushing what she said earlier. Boyfriend shook off the dread feeling and explained it excitedly.

Then a question came in Boyfriend's mind. "Uh... Girlfriend. Does this planet have a supply of oxygen? I'm worried my tank is running out of air." Girlfriend wasn't familiar with the word, "oxygen" and what's the use for it.

Boyfriend explained that it's a gas molecule which helps humans stay alive. He tried to find something to draw as a example on what it looked like. Sadly, there wasn't anything to draw.

Meanwhile, Girlfriend slowly understood why the oxygen was important. "Uh... Hate to break it to you, but I don't think there's a particular gas around here." Oh how Boyfriend was panicking because he would die quiet early. And if he died, he wouldn't be able to explore and study this different universe.

Seeing Boyfriend in distressed, made Girlfriend feel bad for him. She tried to come up with something that could help Boyfriend stay alive. Then, an idea struck. She took off her ring bracelet and transformed it into a star shape. And later slapped it onto Boyfriend's glass helmet. "There you go!"

Boyfriend was stunned on what happened and touched the area where Girlfriend "gently" pressed the item. "Uh... Girlfriend. What did you put on my helmet?"

"That's a Star Shield, it used to be my bracelet. What it does is for you to survive the harsh space out there. In this case, you are able to breath without even worrying about your low oxygen." Girlfriend explained it proudly.

Boyfriend slowly taken in the new information, which to him was another puzzle he needed to solve. "Okay. But why put it on my helmet?" He asked as he pointed the said object. "Oh! I just thought it looks cute there!" Girlfriend smiled happily.

Boyfriend smiled as well. "Thanks, Girlfriend. But, are you sure you're okay without your bracelet as your shield?" Girlfriend waved her hands dismissively. "It's okay. Besides, why do you think I have two more on my upper arms?" She showed her own Ring Shields.

"Huh. I thought they were just accessories." Girlfriend just scoffed playfully. "You'd be surprised what other things I can do with these bracelets." Boyfriend was all excited again. "Really?! Can you show me?"

"Hmm... Nah. That's top secret." She giggled as Boyfriend begged for her to tell.

Both Boyfriend and Girlfriend just wandered together through the crowded area. Even if it's a terrible idea to Boyfriend, but Girlfriend reassured him that her people have seen different species from different planets visited and left their planet occasionally. So Boyfriend wasn't that strange to them.

But even with Girlfriend's calm words, it didn't shake the crowd staring at Boyfriend curiously before moving on. Such an awkward and intense feeling there. But that didn't stop Boyfriend from examining some weird objects. Did I said some? I meant a lot of weird object and Girlfriend had to explain them all, which was tiring.

"Boyfriend, can we rest up? My feet are starting to sore." Boyfriend was so distracted that he didn't noticed how long they were walking. Sheepishly, he agreed and now Girlfriend was the one dragging Boyfriend to a quiet spot.

As the two sat beside each other, Boyfriend huffed out his breath, which caused a fog appeared on his helmet. He chuckled and watched the fog slowly evaporated. "Thank you, Girlfriend, for teaching me the wonders of your planet."

Girlfriend smiled and said "Your welcome" to Boyfriend. There was another request from Boyfriend himself. "Hey, Girlfriend. If you don't mind, can you teach me your language you've said the first time we met?"

"You mean the [REDACTED] or to put it simply, the Beep Language? Are you sure? It's kinda complicated for someone new to it." Boyfriend looked at Girlfriend with determination. "Yeah, I do! How else am I suppose to communicate with your native language? I uh... kinda feel bad for you to speak English all day." Boyfriend bashfully scratched his lower helmet.

Girlfriend found herself admiring Boyfriend's determination even more. "Alright. I'll tell you the basics and work up from there." Boyfriend nodded excitedly and their lesson began.

From this point, I mentioned one of the Royal Guard found Girlfriend and reported to Daddy Dearest, or should we say [REDACTED]. [Lol I'll never get tired of using that word. I promised I'll come up with the alternative names for the Dearest family. Or maybe not. Who knows lol].

Anyway, you know what happens after that. So let's just skip to the aftermath of the first battle.

So, the Star Gems are scattered, right? So, how would Boyfriend travelled without a vehicle? Simple, he rides on Girlfriend's speakers. At least, that's what I think. Besides, what's a flying object use for if it's not for transportation, right?

But you know what the coolest part when taking a cruise on a flying speaker with Girlfriend? They can watch a lot of beautiful stars and dust clouds up-close. Man, I wished I can do that too.

From there, Boyfriend's continued to asked more questions to Girlfriend. And even though it's annoying sometimes, Girlfriend didn't mind. So long as she could travel longer with someone other than her parents and relearning everything about the universe.

After all, Boyfriend gave some insights on what he knew during his astronaut training and from his reading. And with a little friendly conversation about themselves even more. Oh, and Boyfriend is getting fluent with the Beep Language.

I do think they slowly develop an attraction from one another before they meet the last two battles. Boyfriend and Girlfriend told each other how their respected species act and do when they are in love.

I will explain Girlfriend's side on my upcoming fanon world-building for Girlfriend's universe. So keep an eye for that ;]

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And that's it for today's fanon story! Wooh! I had a lot of fun creating these interaction with two people and semi their personalities as I am impromptu writing this lol.

Anyway, thank you for those who had read this far!

Have a nice day!

#friday night funkin #fnf ramble #fnf starcatcher #fnf boyfriend #fnf girlfriend #fnf dad

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