#eliott manning

[halsbandfuchs]

I found this on pinterest so i have no idea who made it

but i wanna know if yall actually wanna know about my OCs so (gestures) just send the OC's name and number :3

#if yall need a list of my OCs here you go -> #torrik mccarthy #damon heers #neil lorren #zayne forge #azure harper #dia arbor #william scott #luca mcnarren #lawliet arin #james simmons #connor fare #castiel ducarte #leo arrian #eliott manning #morietur ingram #crespin karreck #cedric walters #cassidy lillian #thomas knowels #arin young #percy micheals #lmfao im bringing some of the OGs back for this #oc challenge #as always asks are open

[kaus-quietis]

Lav's All-smiles Problem-solving Roooooundtable ch108 edition!

Welcome, welcome! To Lav's BSD ch108 discussion! Delivered to you via my funky dove Eliott, acting as my mystic messenger. These are random thoughts I had after reading this brilliant chapter, which, writing-wise, made the best possible use of Fedya's character, expanding it even more without even betraying his backstory. Maybe a backstory isn't needed after all, just look at how much FUN he is right now. I am in BLISS

Putting aside the fact that he is literally carrying the plot at this point, come sit with me, I make you a delicious Chinese black tea with rose petals and casually share my thoughts. Hello there, dearest Kat, yes, "where is Lav when you need her?", I am here, I offer you a hug, and to all my friends here who share the sentiment, I hug you too.

A. Before you say ANYTHING about "oh but? maybe Fedya is telling the half-truth? or a half-lie? what if his ability really is the evil one?", my brothers and sisters in Christ, listen to yourself. This man functions almost on a meta-level of character consciousness: he changed his facial expression and aura so convincingly, his tone, his speech, his posture, even the shade of his eyes, fooling not only Sigma, but the readers as well. We are used to characters changing the shade of their eyes when they change mental states or have certain (new) decisions in mind, we as a community are so used to this, all it took was one panel from the Conjurer doing this trick for so many of us to actually believe him and start, yet again, to spiral down the "what if he is good but his ability is evil? what if he is two entities? what if?" rollercoaster. This is so amusing to me, and in a meta-sense must be amusing to Fedya too. While speculation can bloom again based on this, I wouldn't be putting too much effort into reading into his lines here. I take it as a trick. It worked splendidly, almost like it attacked the fandom's major concerns and theories about his character and weaponized them against everyone. That's a meta-kind of tomfoolery. Trolling, if you will. I LOVE that Asagiri made him bamboozle every reader like this. His character so far goes into the best direction, it cultivates and expands his traits and skills in the best way. But let's pretend Fedya really is telling a half-truth there, which is there being an opposition between him and his ability. I talked about this in my essay (see pinned post), there really seems to be a divergence at the core of his character, but it manifests subtly, not like what we saw in ch108. Then again, not even on that can we arrive at any conclusive statements, because if we remember that, of course, "crime and punishment are close friends", it could well be that he and his ability are partners, and you bet I imagine they would BOTH indulge in peak tomfoolery like this together, if that meant one of them switching in and the other out for a sec. Remember, dear souls: aside from his "higher mission", abstract as it still is lore-wise, Fedya's keyword is "fun" or "entertainment", repeatedly. And oh he himself is even more fun now~

B. if Fedya would have wanted to mortally wound Sigma, he'd have chosen a more suitable place to stab him; it looks like a abdominal, lower quadrant, lateral stab, a deliberate choice, I would say, that technically avoids critical, most vascular organs (kidney and spleen for example) and main veins/arteries. I am no doctor, but from what I gathered, Sigma won't bleed out fast at all, and if untreated might get a deadly infection in a longer time (not counting the possibility of septic shock if we assume the knife penetrated and heavily opened an intestine). Sigma needs a medic asap (our queen Yosano when?), but will likely be conscious and quite able to move around and whatnot. Like I argued in my essay, Fedya most likely does not want to kill Sigma, or anybody for that matter, because keeping everyone alive to fulfill various roles and see how their will tosses them in all kinds of directions is more fun for him, more entertaining, but also more useful. He is a long-term strategist, like Dazai. "Our beloved monsters" ❤

C. Fedya evidently exerts some serious mental torment on Sigma, by making him stand by his choices, his will, just like he always desired. The flip side is that Fedya takes his time, or should I say gifts Sigma his time, in which he teaches him the full lesson of what Sigma wants. The responsibility that comes with acting on your own, the terror of facing the consequences when choosing on your own: right now, to Sigma, this freedom is terror. But Fedya is never a one-dimensional character. It's most probable he calculated and devised strategies for both possibilities (a. Sigma with rekindled determination touches him; b. Sigma backpedals on what he decided and does not touch him). The irony is that both scenarios are an affirmation of Sigma's will, because, while the first decision can be seen like foolish bravery, the second one can also be seen as wise self-preservation, if the circumstances so demand it. BSD is not a black-and-white series, diving head-first into danger is not its definition of bravery or heroism. BSD was always about measured decisions, ones the characters take upon themselves willingly. It may be time Sigma does that too, in his own way, and Fedya wants to see that. Why? Well, my guess is because it's fascinating to watch humans grow, and Fedya lives for the entertainment that comes with it. It is actually more interesting if we remember his line from ch42 (“People can be so simple… They truly believe they are thinking for themselves. (…) They don’t want to think they’re being led by the nose”): the pattern is, Fedya puts others under harsh circumstances, and then, under pressure, lets go of them, waiting for their free decision, the true test and expression of their hearts, so to say (which could make a superb discussion if we make a parallel between Kunikida and Sigma, since essentially what happened to Kunikida is happening now to Sigma, except Kunikida did indeed break down, but thanks to healthy support from his comrades he slowly regained his sense of self, and stronger than ever at that time, however… Sigma is alone, isn't he? but what if he needs to be in order to finally get a hold of his own self?). Anyway, how much of that expression is free, or how much is guided or manipulated, is a debate in itself, since it implies relating the freedom to the individual vs relating the freedom to the external factors and possibilites.

D. I do need to underline, just like Fedya also underlined it: Sigma already made his decision, right there when he still tried to get the gun before getting kicked in the face. Fedya moved on to the next step: testing how strong Sigma's will is when an actual chance to act appears. Sigma already accepted the physical pain, but how will he face the mental anguish? That is more Fedya's territory, a "specialist" of breaking people by simply knowing them thoroughly and choosing the right words. But now we gained new info: even in close combat, apparently, Fedya is not to be underestimated. That was a rather strong kick, anyway. But more importantly, he completely turned the tables in a situation where he would be in a total disadvantage. * chef's kiss * that was very bungou stray dogs of him.

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd manga spoilers #bsd fyodor #bsd sigma #stopped working on my PhD to indulge in ritualic chants and expressions of love and devotion towards BSD's greatest character #the man himself #it's always Fedya #my love knows no death #yes I even typed these tags out for Eliott #I hope she has been a good circus ghost #but even is she was a bad or absent circus ghost I forgive her #she is the best and you agree #unless you think I am the best and in that case you're right lol #this was your daily dose of sensible ENTPs faking a massive ego #if you have questions please reply here or send an ask but dont stress the funky dove mystic messenger #we are both vanishing ENTPs like the Queens song Now Im Here Now Im There #i will still not be on my blog till a long time I have a PhD to write #no an ACTUAL PhD not my marriage proposal PhD that is already posted #but that one I will update too after more chapters pile up - maybe in November

[therunwayarchive]

Menswear and misc. Fall 2022 (Part 1)

Alexander McQueen, Menswear

Benito Santos, Mexico City

Christopher Esber, Sydney

Custo Barcelona, Madrid

Dominnico, Madrid

Julia y Renata, Mexico City

Louis Shengtao Chen, Shanghai

Mans, Madrid

Ming Ma, Shanghai

Raf Simons, Menswear

#favorites #Menswear Fall 2022 #Mexico City Fall 2022 #Madrid Fall 2022 #Shanghai Fall 2022 #Alexander McQueen #Eliott de Smedt Day #Benito Santos #Christopher Esber #Sydney Fall 2022 #Custo Barcelona #Olivia Martin #Dominnico #Julia y Renata #Louis Shengtao Chen #Mans #Ming Ma #Raf Simons #Yana Van Ginneken

[queermania]

Wait wait wait. Jensen picked the writer who gave Dean a lesbian best friend and made him a nerd to be the show runner for his little fixit fic show? This is amazing!

when you look at robbie's run of episodes (that he wrote specifically, not produced or was the executive story editor on), a very specific version of supernatural and dean starts to emerge and it is insanity-inducing. here's a very brief rundown of the episodes robbie wrote:

slash fiction -swayze always gets a pass -dean singing air supply -"it's like eating self-righteousness' -the creation and introduction of frank devereaux -"applications for sainthood" -dean letting sam go

time after time -"what are you gonna look up more anime or are you strictly into dick now?" -dean being a nerdy little fanboy about eliott ness (and checking out a dude in a uniform but that was probably jacting joices) -dean getting excited about dressing up in period clothing!! -understanding that rufus matters and that family isn't just blood -original sam is milf!bait (and he's into it) truther -actually writing grief in nuanced ways -dean is smart and resourceful actually! -your future is "covered in thick black ooze" (which i know is just a very lucky coincidence but i don't care!)

the girl with the dungeons and dragons tattoo -CHARLIE!!! he gave us charlie. he said "actually what if hardcore fans were cool and fun and GAY and they were dean's new best friend" -charlie/dean/security guard flirting split screen -"she's kinda like the little sister I never wanted." "how does a high-school dropout become one of the brightest minds…" -basically this entire episode is just "be gay, do crime" and i love that for me specifically

bitten -not my favorite episode but as @ilarual says "it's very fun in how it illustrates Robbie's willingness to play with form, since it's all done as found footage" -and as @doctorprofessorsong says it "has the concept of monsters aren’t always bad guys" -and apparently it contains a brokeback reference? my memory of this episode is hovering at around 1% tbh but you get it

larp and the real girl -dressing dean up in little outfits AGAIN -and he likes it!!! -and he likes being a nerd! (dean is getting into it and sam is the one who is unamused mr serious guy!!!!) -and charlie is dean's new best friend! -"belladonna" "the pornstar?" -"did you break up with someone too?" -honestly you already know all of it. this is a fan favorite for a reason. what more can i say about this episode??

goodbye stranger -yes robbie was the first writer to try to give us a destiel love confession -cas practicing killing dean over and over and over and still not being able to do it when it comes down to it -"what broke the connection?" gee i wonder -first episode writing cas and he nailed the sort of unintentional deadpan humor that makes cas so lovable ("would it kill you to watch a movie? read a book?" "a movie, no, but with a book with the proper spells—yeah, it could theoretically kill me.") -"if he's so sketchy then why are you praying to him?" -pizza man reference -"do you really think we can trust megstiel?" (we get both megstiel and jealous!dean) -dean quoting lord of the rings (because he's a nerd! and he reads!) -meg roasting the shit out of sam for the amelia stuff -etc

pac-man fever -charlie reading the carver edlund books -charlie and dean being besties/getting a montage -dean telling charlie that what happened with her parents wasn't her fault/understanding the guilt she feels -"i love you" "i know" -"what about castiel? he seems helpful, and dreamy" -again, putting dean in little outfits -charlie knows how to shoot/aim a gun

slumber party -dorothy!! -oz!!! -look, is this episode cheesy? yes. but it's fun and it's so obviously a love letter to the oz source material and i love that about robbie. he does his research and he commits

first born -cain!!!! -drowley team up!!!!! ("friends. besties, actually." im sorry but drowley means so much to me personally and this is the start of their beautiful bromance) -"this is by far the dumbest idea you've ever had." "yeah, well, it's early" -cas liked pb&js!! jelly, not jam. he found jam unsettling!! -"you have a guinea pig? where?" -"you're a terrible liar?" "that is not true. i once deceived and betrayed both you and your brother." -just. sastiel shenanigans (and hugs!) -"she only asked for one thing." "to stop" -anyway. you get it.

meta fiction -dean and cas phone call smiles!! they LIKE each other -metatron media dump -"what makes a story work? is it the plot, the characters, the text? the subtext? and who gives a story meaning? is the writer? or you?" -i think it's important to note that robbie who wrote gabriel faking his own death -cas noticing something is wrong with dean pretty much instantly and then discovering the mark of cain

fan fiction -i mean. come on. -"although we do explore the nature of destiel in act two." -"you can't spell subtext without s-e-x" -sam being such a younger brother and trolling dean about "destiel" -"BM scene" -dean "you know they're brothers, right?"-ing the w*ncest stuff but just being flustered about the destiel stuff ayyyy -dean casually referencing andrew lloyd webber -"transformative fiction" -"i want you to put as much sub into that text as you possibly can" -dean quoting rent -the samulet is back! -"i have my version, and you have yours." -"he took away our own free will" <- about john!! -THE RETURN OF CHUCK!

there's no place like home -"i forgive you dean" "yeah well i don't" "i know, kinda your move" -"you hurt my friend" -"you lied to me" "you lied to yourself. that's kinda your move." -i mean. robbie just gets it, ya know?

book of the damned -cas being a huge bitch (love that) -sam being the excessively codependent one -cas and charlie get to meet! -found family goodness if only for a little bit!!

angel heart -ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!! -"i got it at the hot topical" (and claire keeping grumpy cat) -no seriously. dean and cas went birthday present shopping together for claire and they did it at a mall -castiel feeling guilt for what he did to the novak family (and amelia recognizing that cas has changed/grown) -"you were both troubled teens. you speak her language." -"bring your daughter to work day" -"i'm saying she might be stronger on her own." which is a controversial line but i think it says something really significant about how dean feels about his childhood "in fact you're not anything to her except a constant reminder of someone that's gone." -mini golf!!!!!! dean and claire bonding!!!! -the introduction of the grigori, a class of angels which may or may not be important at some point -claire roasting the shit out of dean with "you seem pretty old" <3 -"happy birthday. don't shoot me."

baby -do i really need to explain anything about this one? -"okay first of all, never use swayze's name in vain, okay? ever." -"mistakes were made" -dean having a dream about john teaching him to drive but under normal and appropriate circumstances -werepire…. ghoulpyre… -honestly just the whole episde. you know what i'm talking about. the unique perspective. the insight into their day-to-day lives. the moments that live in between.

into the mystic -eileen! my best friend eileen! -dean x mildred otp -remembering sam's lucifer/hell trauma -the whole "follow your heart" speech -"banshees go after the vulnerable, so why'd it go after you?" -dean recognizing there's something off with cas -but really the most important thing here is EILEEN

safe house -bobby and rufus!!!! -i repeat BOBBY AND RUFUS!!!! -"were you ever nice?" "1985. worst year of my life." -robbie just really GETS that this show is more fun when it's not centered entirely on the brothers. -bobby referring to sam and dean as his boys -timey wimey shenanigans -there were some interesting implications in this episode too but i'm losing steam here so i'm gonna let you rewatch and figure it out lol

don't call me shurley -the reveal of chuck as god!!!! -bisexual chuck -dean does sam's laundry (sometimes with beer) -chuck is a shitty egotistical writer -he also plays the guitar and: "i like front row seats. you know, i figured i'd hide out in plain sight." -"i thought if i could show my sister that there was something more than just us, something better than us, then maybe she'd change. maybe she'd stop being… her. but every time I'd build a new world, she'd destroy it." -"the world would still be spinning with demon dean in it but sam couldn't have that though could he?" -"you were gonna choose amara over me."

so. yeah. jensen chose THIS GUY to helm the winchesters. bold move, sir. full respect.

also, this tweet always makes me crack up

one of us! one of us! one of us!

#replies #anonymous #robbie thompson #mp

[judas-isariot]

#stardew valley #shane #sebastian #sam #harvey #eliott #alex #spouse #polls #poll #tumblr poll

[mikuyuuss]

As much as I love to hate on Walt, there's also a part of me that can understand his frustrations of not being able to share his """"achievements""" with his family. Walt always felt like an underachiever. He is an overqualified highschool chemistry teacher. His students don't even respect him. He struggles trying to make ends meet just to provide for his family, and not to mention his regrets surrounding gray matter.. (which is kinda his fault, like Eliott offered to work with him again but he refused 🤷‍♀️) but the thing thing is, all of it served to make him feel humiliated and emasculated.

And then he got into the Meth Business and he is finally excelling at something that he is good at. He finally sees himself becoming the capable breadwinner of his family. Ofc he would be proud of it, I mean who wouldn't want to share your achievements with your loved ones and be recognized for it?

Except he can't, because his family would hate him if they knew he's a drug dealer. Rather than being the capable provider that he wished to be seen, Walt thinks that he is still very much the poor and helpless dad in the eyes of his family. I remember when Jr opened a website to help fund Walt's cancer treatment even though the latter is more than capable of paying for it. Then Jr gets featured on the tv for it and the whole time the focus was on him even if Walt was the one who secretly paid it. It was kinda funny ngl, but the point is Walt WANTS to be recognized but he couldn't and that frustrates him.(Except he is. Poor Flynn, he genuinely loved and looked up to his dad as A PERSON only Walt doesn’t see that.)

This is where Jesse Pinkman comes in. Jesse knew the side of Walt that his family doesn't, someone who he can share his criminal achievements and be recognized for it. They are partners after all, except Walt is the one in control.

I think its interesting how they put so much emphasis on Jesse being Walt's former highschool student. It already establishes the imbalance between them. Walt sees his job as a highschool teacher to be humiliating already and Jesse happens to be one of his inattentive students. So the fact that Jesse grew to admire and respect him is probably something that Walt views as an accomplishment. Jesse addressing Walt as "Mister White" is very telling. It's definitely the first step to fueling his ego, and it validates his want for power.

and I feel like as Walt became more and more estranged from his family. He starts projecting those frustrations to Jesse. His students don't take his classes seriously? well at least his former student Jesse does. His own son still thinks he is "helpless"? well at least Jesse doesn't. His wife hates him? At least he still got Jesse-

Walt wants to keep Jesse around him at all times to fuel his ego. He projects not just a teacher-student relationship with him, but also a pseudo son in him, and when its convenient for him, a pseudo mistress. (Like let's be real for a second, the Skyler and Jesse parallels are too obvious. One of the creators purposely mirrored some of their scenes, the actors even joke about it) Walt is just messed up like that.

and thus poor Jesse was dumped with fulfilling all of these different roles for Walt all at once (bc most of the important people in his life couldn't give that to him) It so happens that Jesse is a lonely and impressionable young man, who also seeks for validation, but in a mentor figure. This makes him susceptible to Walt's manipulations. All of these is what led to their relationship becoming as codependent and as toxic is we know in the show. By keeping Jesse around, Walt gets to have the sense of recognition that he always wanted.

#brba #breaking bad #walter white #jesse pinkman #anti walter white #meta #my post #me speaks #I remember that post talking abt how brba makes you want walt to stay away from jesse #and yet the irl chemistry between aaron and bryan makes you enjoy their onscreen moments immensly #thats exactly how I feel abt walt and jesses dynamic #gosh I wanna put them under a microscope #I could be wrong tho but this is how I personally understand Walt #and also I had SO MUCH trouble articulating my thoughts into this so pls forgive me if some of the wording feels off #analysis #i guess

[irisinthemoon]

Until I Found You, Pt. 7

[Part. 1], [Part. 2], [Part. 3], [Part. 4], [Part. 5], [Part. 6], [Part. 7]

Hey guys! I am so sorry for not updating in such a long time! I actually had this sitting on my drafts for a while but hadn't been to find the time to edit much less to post it. Since I already graduated high school and summer vacation has started, I finally found some time to write the next few chapters along with posting this one. I will try to write as much as I can considering that I will start College in August and I am not sure how much time I will have on my hands.

P.S. To the one who assumed I was dead, I am alive! Hahaha! But that message you sent did make my day. I had a good laugh for a while after reading it.

Summery: The festival is about to start and with that, the NRC students will finally see what has happened to their two companions.

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“Sorry for the inconvenience, I had to deal with a few issues before coming here.” Professor Trein explained. His tone was soft but stern, giving Rollo the impression that the man was someone who was soft but also tough when needed be. “It’s alright Professor Trein, we are just glad that you were able to make it before the last performance.”

Just as Eliott had said, the professor would have managed to make it before the closing performance. To which he could see the older man was glad for. “I thank you. I also hope my students and charges haven't given you too much trouble.”

“None at all, I am glad to have been able to talk to them while we are here.”

It was a lie, Rollo found them quite repulsing. Always relying on magic to save the day, showing it off without any self restraint. Not to mention that darn purple cat that kept sending him mocking smirks each time their eyes locked. 

“Then I am glad.” Guiding the professor to one of the chairs, Rollo then gestures for the other students to follow along. Taking his seat, Professor Trein furrowed his eyebrows when he noticed the lack of two of his charges. “May I ask, where are Shroud and Leblanche?” Once again, Jules jabs Eliott who had snorted. 

“It seems that both of them were taken by these ‘hunters’.” Answered Malleus, still looking confused about the whole ordeal. At this, the professor’s eyes widened in disbelief. He turns to look at Rollo for confirmation. “Yes, we had been on our way to the battle arena so that we wouldn’t run into them. Unfortunately, they had catched on and took Idia and Neige.”

“Will they be alright?”

“Yes, this is a small tradition the City of Flowers has. Once the opening ceremony is over, we will be able to recover your companions.” 

Deuce lets out a dejected sigh. “They will miss the performance then…” This time, it is Rollo who jabs Eliott on the ribs to stop him from snorting. “Worry not, they will have front row seats to it.” Said Jules with a serene (evil) smile. 

He had explained the event as best as he could without revealing the reason as to why they needed to capture two people. Seems like he wanted to make them wonder, or just make them worry more than they already were.

“Is that what they meant by choosing two ‘special and esteemed’ guests?” Asked Ruggie, ears twitching at the noise the crowd was making. Eliott nods, he still looked like he wanted to laugh but was keeping it together. “You can say that, but as Jules had said, they will in no way shape or form be harmed.”

That seemed to settle the professor’s worries.

Taking a seat, Rollo lets himself relax for a moment. Soon he will be able to see you, then once the tour is over with, he and you would be able to relax and spend some time together before his duties get in the way. A nudge from his left snapped him out of his thoughts, turning to face Jules, he gestured for him to speak.

“You alright? Earlier, when Chen’ya was talking to you, you got this angry and moody look on your face. Did something happen?” His peach-haired friend asked, eyes lingering at the cat beast-man who was off talking to Riddle. “Everything is fine, just trying to get on my nerves.” Much like every student that had come as guests since stepping foot into Nobel Bell. Eliott didn’t look convinced, a concern frown on his lips. 

“Do you need us to take over the touring?” Adds Jules from his right, red eyes casting a glance at Azul, who had been looking at them. In a lower voice he said, “We don’t mind, you can spend your day with [name].”

Shaking his head, Rollo puts his hand up in order to stop them from talking. “It’s fine, it’s my duty as student council president to show our guests around.” His eyes lock with Azul’s, who simply gives him a kind smile. One that makes him curl his lip in disgust. Covering his face again with his purple handkerchief, Rollo looks away. “Plus, I promised her she could join us. She wants to meet Yuu and Grim.”

If he could, he would have left the whole ‘greeting guests’ thing off to the welcome committee. They always took care of these kinds of things, but since he had been the one to request for the NRC and RSA students to come here, and so he must be the one to show them around. The City of Flowers hardly let anyone enter, especially when it came to the academy. Only those who got the invitation to attend the academy could get in without a problem.

And those who didn’t go to the academy, had extended family here, or were on business trips, had to get special permission from the chief in charge of the city. Rollo had to play his part, that meant spending time with the guests as much as it killed him. He couldn’t let Jules’s hard work in trying to convince the chief in letting a few guests in, down the drain.

And the idea of just leaving the two other people that he tolerated at best (no matter what you said, he will not call them friends. The Great Seven know Eliott and Jules will tease him about it relentlessly.) to deal with this hot mess of students. Though, he could say Neige and Yuu were about the only decent ones from the group. And yet, Neige’s unnatural kindness sent a shiver down his spine. 

No one should be that kind.

Before any of the two began teasing him about letting you join them, the loud sound of trumpets cut them off. The familiar rhythm of the drums and trumpets make the crowd instantly cheer, and causes him to sit straight, paying full attention into the arena where a bunch or performers come out dressed as villagers. Jules and Eliott instantly quiet down, eyes eager to see the last performance. Much like Rollo, both had been looking forward to seeing you perform. 

“Maybe you've heard of a terrible place where the scoundrels of Paris Collect in a lair.”

The ‘villagers’ began singing in union, walking at the beat of the trombone. The crowd also began to clap along with the beat, some of them even joining on the singing. From the corner of his eyes, he saw the way Epel nodded along. 

“Maybe you've heard of that mythical place of the Court of Miracles!” 

The giant double doors of the battle arena opened up, and in came you strolling on top of Snowflake, a dark red, white, and black jester dress, a matching hat and mask on your persona. You were sitting sideways, guiding the black stallion as he did the mini dance moves with the beat of the music. Your lips were painted a dark deep red, set on a smirk as your eyes looked over the crowd.  

“Hello, you're there!”

Your voice mixed in with the rest of your companions and crowd, causing even more cheering. A mixture of amazement and surprised gasps could be heard from the other students. Rook was smiling, a light blush on his face, and Rollo remembered something the third year had told him when he had introduced himself. About being the protector of beauty. Guess Rollo can agree with him on you being beautiful, no matter what you wore or how you presented yourself, you were always breathtaking. 

“Where the lame can walk and the blind can see!”

The stallion makes a stop in front of Rollo and his charges. You smirk at them, looking as proud as he felt. “But the dead don't talk, so you won't be around to reveal what you've found!” Your voice was full of joy as you sang, making sure to cast each of the guests a look of mischief before grabbing a bunch of bead festival necklaces from your satchel and throwing it at them.

Sebek lets out an unceremonial shriek, trying to prevent the necklaces from finding a way to Malleus’s horns. Silver catches three of them, a black, green, and aurora one. His eyes stare at you, a small amused smile on his lips as he slips the green one on Sebek, places the aurora one on himself and gives the black one to Malleus. Who smiles, (Rollo gagged a bit), and slips it on, glad to be included in the whole thing.

Azul, Jamil, and Ruggie each have a yellow, maroon, and blue one around their necks, joy filled smiles that don’t scream irritation or shadiness. Deuce holds a red one for Riddle who takes it with a smile as he gives a blue one to Deuce in return. Epel is already wearing a deep rich purple one, matching with Rook. 

Yuu is smiling, laughter escaping his lips as he slips a bright blue necklace on Grim’s neck, the boy matching with his companion. Chen’ya laughs, seeming to make it his mission to catch as many necklaces as he can while wearing five different colors around his neck. 

Grabbing one that had got caught on his chair, he hands it to Professor Trein, who mumbles a thanks as he continues to watch the performance. 

“We have a method for spies and intruders rather like hornets protecting their hive. Here in the Court of Miracles, where it's a miracle if you get out alive!” 

This time, you sing along with the crowd and performers. Some of the students begin singing along with you while clapping to the beat of the song. Jules waves his pointed finger while singing, Eliott claps, a bright smile on his face. Rollo huffs in amusement but even he couldn’t fight off the tiny smile as he watched you gain more confidence with each step and word.

A softer tone takes place after singing the last part, and on cue the five jesters that had cornered them appear in multiple purples of smoke. The leader, Yellow Jester, takes a deep bow as she waves to the crowd. Smirking when her eyes landed on the group. Deuce and Epel gasp and point at them, eyes wide in recognition. 

Yellow jester laughs as they look confused as begins following you and Snowflake with a jump to her step. Jules and Eliott both cover their mouths to prevent from full blown laughing, both already knowing that the moment the music picks up on its usual beat, they will be in for a surprise. 

“Now! Bring forth the intruders who dare step into our Court Of Miracles!” Your voice is booming, bringing everyone to pay attention to you. The Yellow jester laughs while taking a deep bow. “Why yes! We must bring the criminals in for you to judge!” With an elegant twirl, she points at Purple Jester and Blue Jester, “You heard our esteem Judge! Bring forth the intruders!”

“She’s the judge?!” Exclaimed Epel. A few of the other students are just as shocked as he is. “But, what does she mean by intruders?” Asked Jamil, looked once again guarded. “Did we break a rule by accident?” Adds Azul, eyes focusing on the crowd.

Before they could keep asking, the music picked up pace, and in came the answer they had all been seeking. Coming in, tied up with rope and white pieces of cloth covering their mouths, were Idia and Neige. Though, Neige looked a little more composed than Idia did. 

“What are they doing there?!” Riddle and Deuce both yelled at the same time.

Professor Trein looked shocked, but from his lack of action, Rollo assumed he already knew what this was. “Holy- Idia looks like he is about to piss his pants!” Grim laughs as Yuu tried to scold him, worry in his brown eyes. “That is if he hasn’t already!” Adds Ruggie, a mocking laugh leaving his lips. 

“Justice is swift in the Court of Miracles, I am the lawyers and judge all in one!” You sang as you trotted towards the two rope bound students who were now on their knees. Idia shrieks, his cry muffled as he stares at you, bugged eye. From his point of view, it looked like the grim reaper had comed to take his soul. Neige flinched a bit, but schooled his expression. He knew you weren’t going to hurt them, but he will admit. It was intimidating watching you reach them with that huge horse.

“We like to get the trial over with quickly because it's the sentence that's really the fun!”

In a flurry of movements, you pull Snowflake away and reach to pet the two of them The gentle tap you give them caused Idia to flinch and Neige to tilt his head on confusion. You laugh at this, sharp and mocking. Rollo’s chest fills with pride, honestly, he can see why they chose you to be the main act this year. You truly were amazing. 

“Any last words?” 

Idia begins shaking back and forth furiously, his muffle shrieks being heard even from where Rollo was sitting. Neige’s are a lot more tame, but you could see the way he is suitably struggling in. You smirk once again and pull away, “That's what they all say.” That just makes Idia panic even more. 

“Now that we've seen all the evidence-!” One of the jester boys sings before being sharply interrupted by one of the ‘villagers’. A young woman dressed in a plain beige dress raised her hand, and from his left, he heard a multitude of sighs of relief from the other student. Eliott snorted, holding his stomach of all the laughing he had done.  

“Wait! I object!”

“Overruled!” You yelled back.

“I object!” 

“Quiet!” You yelled again, fake frustration in your voice.

“Dang!” Said the woman softly as she lowered her hand down. The crowd laughs, cheers going around the battle arena. 

“We find you totally innocent, which is the worst crime of all…” You sang sadly while holding a hand over your heart, Snowflake’s reins in your other hand. In union, the other jesters follow, with exaggerated frowns on their painted lips. Riddle furrows his eyebrows, “What does she mean that they are innocent and then say that it’s one of the worst crimes?” 

Professor Trein chuckles, shaking his head. This causes his students to look at him in confusion. Malleus tilted his head, a small smile on his lips, he looked confused but he was still enjoying himself. Rollo rolled his eyes, the prince looked ridiculous with those colorful necklaces around his neck. (Sebek had made it his personal mission to collect as many as he could for Malleus when he saw how happy it made him wearing one.)

“So you're going to hang!” You and the crowd sang, full of cheer as you raised your hand into the air and bowed as much as you could while riding Snowflake. 

Rollo had been prepared for two types of reactions: One, the cheers of the crowd as they all agreed with your ‘choice’ while also clapping. (That was the majority of the crowd). Two, the gasps of shock and horrified yells from the students he was with as they all objected with your ‘choice’. 

Rollo has a tiny smirk on his lips, Eliott and Jules laughing out loud on either side of him. Professor Trein laughed lightly, shoulders shaking from the reaction of his students. Chen’ya also laughed, eyes watching the chaos unfold. Then there were the loud shrieks of Idia as they dragged him out and back into the double doors he had come out of. Neige had a look of realization when he looked into the crowd, his shoulders shaking as he laughed. 

Turning to Rollo and his group, you smirk and bow.

“W-Wait! I am sure we can think of something to help them!” Deuce and Epel tried to hold you back by calling out to you. Their voices coated with panic for their two upper-classmen. You turn back to face them, a haughty smirk on your lips. Placing a finger up to your lips is a quiet motion, you winked at them before fully turning around and guiding Snowflake into the double doors. 

The five jesters all bowed to the crowd, then in a purple cloud, vanished just as the double doors to the battle arena closed. The crowd went wild, cheers could be heard in every direction as people clapped and hooted. All of them were overjoyed at the performance, for it meant that the long week festival had officially begun. 

Clapping along with the crowd, Rollo smiled. It was small, and barely even visible unless you really looked into it. Professor Trein and Chen’ya cheered along, each wearing a different smile. Jules and Eliott hooted, calling out your name as they cheered. The other students all stared in a mixture of confusion, and a little worried at the fate their two other companions may bear. 

Clearing his throat, Rollo stood up from his chair and gestured for the others to do the same. “It’s best if we leave now, before the crowd gets rowdy.” Both his secretary and vice-president follow his lead, Professor Trein nods and tells his students and charges to do the same. There are some who voice their disagreement in just leaving, worried over their two companions. Rollo sighs, a little irritated but lets Professor Trein handle them as they make their way out.

“Worry not, they are both fine.” Said the older man, “This is all part of the tradition here in the City of Flowers.” At this, Riddle and Azul perk up. “Tradition?” Asked Azul, casting a glance at Jules who looked away, an innocent smile on his lips. The group continues to walk away from the crowd, following Rollo as he moves swiftly through the bodies of people. “Yes, I will explain it as we go to retrieve Shroud and Leblanche.”

Rollo was thankful he didn’t have to deal with them anymore. With a sigh, he continues to walk, Jules and Eliott both laughing at his side. 

______

Just as you mounted off Snowflake, you heard a shriek so loud that it startled your stallion. Quickly, you began mumbling words of comfort so the black stallion won’t run off like he had done months prior to getting scared by one of the students by accident. Frowning, you hand Snowflake to one of the stable boys and head to wear you could hear the shrieking and sobbing. 

A multitude of the performers surrounded two people, the two that had been selected by the hunters you notice, and it seemed like they were trying to calm down the one with blue fiery hair. For a few seconds, you stare at the boy in amazement. Not once in your stay here had you seen someone with that kind of hair. It looked incredibly beautiful and unique, it brought a smile to your face.

The boy let another sob, breaking you from your trace. Clearing your throat, you quickly maneuvered yourself around the bodies and into the center where the boy was crying. “Is everything alright?” You asked. And in an instant he turned to face you so quickly that you feared he would snap his neck by the speed he had used. 

“YOU!” The boy lunged at you, and having little time to react, both of you landed on the ground. You yelp in surprise and pain from the landing as the boy clung to you, babbling in both fear and anger. “I HAVE DONE NOTHING TO DESERVE THIS!” You wince at the volume of his voice. Two of the girls nearby tried to help you off the ground while another two did their best to remove the crying boy from you. “THIS IS WHY I NEVER GO TO NORMIE EVENTS! I END UP GETTING KIDNAP ONE WAY OR ANOTHER!”

You tried to calm him down, confusion and worry mixed together as you did your best to soothe his worries. But every time you tried to push him away he would hold you tighter as if you were a lifeline. “Idia! Please let them go! They don’t mean any harm!” Your eyes glanced towards the honey voice. If you weren’t stuck in this situation, you would have gasped at how pretty the boy looked. 

“FIRST IS THE DAMN GHOST BRIDE NOW I WILL END UP WITH MY HEAD ON A NOSE BEFORE I MAKE IT TO PREMIER OF MY FAVORITE ANIME!” Tears and snot left the boy, some of it smearing onto your outfit. Had it been anyone else or any other situation, you would have been angry, after all, the dress wasn’t even yours. 

The ravenette went to help the two other girls pull Idia away from you, his voice calm and collected as he did so. With the help of one of the performers, you stood up and dusted away the dirt off your outfit. After making sure that the snot could be washed off, you turn back to the crying boy. Taking off the mask, you gave it to the performer that helped you and walked towards Idia and the pretty boy. 

The ends of Idia’s hair were turning red the more he struggled from the grip the others had on him. “Thank the seven that we casted a magic nullification spell on him.” Anna, the yellow jester said, eyes wide as he watched Idia struggle even more. “We would have been dealing with more than screaming and shouting.” 

You could only imagine. If the boy was like this without any magic, you wondered what he would do if he could cast spells. Without thinking, you rubbed the magical ring on your right hand. It was much like the ones the student at Nobel Bell wore, the only difference was that it wasn’t for casting magic, but for protection. Something Rollo had given you with the persimmon of the Headmage. 

“Did you guys inform him of why he had been taken away?” You asked, looking at her with serious eyes. She looks away, a nervous smile on her lips. “About that…they are two of the many guests President Flamm invited.” At this you stare at her in disbelief. “Why would you take two of his guests?!” More importantly, how did they manage to take them if Rollo was there?

“He gave us the ok! I swear [name]! We asked before we even took them! If he had said no, we would have just taken Jules and Eliott!” 

You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. Idia’s shouts were starting to gather more attention. “I’ll go deal with him. Go and find Rollo, we don’t want more attention on us.” 

“You sure?” Asked Anna, eyes casting a worry look towards the fighting Idia. You nod, “Yeah, I’ll calm him down and explain why he had been dragged here.” Anna sighs but compiles. Leaving you with two of Rollo’s guests along with the other girls helping you, you sigh again and put on your best smile.

Thank the seven you knew how to put on a good act, even under pressure. 

“Hey! I am so sorry for the misunderstanding!” You raised your voice in order to be heard from all the yelling and shouting. Idia halts his struggling, yellow eyes looking at you with small tears. “We will not hurt you,” you added softly, “So please, stop shouting. The horses are getting agitated and if you keep making too much noise they will try to get out and possibly hurt others and themselves.” 

As if to make a point, Snowflake huffed. The stable boy you had given your stallion to shrugged at your questioning look. “I tried taking him back but he refused to move.” Snowflake huffed again in agreement. Shaking your head, you turn back to look at Idia and  begin walking towards him. “Look, they will unhand you but you need to calm down. It’s a lot to ask, especially when you don’t know why you are here in the first place.”  

Idia squints his yellow eyes, suspicion in them as he slowly puts his hands on his sweater pocket. Something blue flashed from the corner of your vision, but before you could get a quick look, it was already gone. 

“...Fine…” 

With a multitude sighs of relief, the girls unhand him. Some give him a small glare while others give him a sympathetic smile. They all leave except the pretty boy and your horse who the stable boy decided to tie up before taking his leave. If you could read his thoughts, you would almost bet that he was having a good time witnessing whatever was about to happen. 

Smiling once more, you gesture for the two boys to take a seat on the nearby bench. “Now, take a seat. I will explain everything. But before we begin, my name is [Name] [Last name]. I am a first year student at Noble Bell College.”

“Nice to meet you, again, sorry for the inconvenience.” The raven hair boy spoke, a sweet smile on his rosy lips. “My name is Neige Leblanche and the person next to me is Idia Shroud.” He gestures to the flame haired boy. “Well, I do apologize, Idia and Neige.” Standing up, you offer a light bow. “I didn’t know that both of you hadn’t been informed about the stunt we pulled.”

In all honesty you thought Rollo would have explained it to them the moment they arrived in order to avoid a situation like this one. Especially to people who didn’t know a single thing about the week long masquerade. You had known about it since you would be part of the act, and Rollo had warned you in case you were chosen as the ‘intruder’ and if you put yourself in their shoes, they had every right to act the way they were. 

“It’s alright! Every place has their own traditions! We should have done more research about the City of Flowers before coming, so that is a mistake on our part.” Reassured Neige as he gestured you to sit down. Idia frowns, a scowl taking place on his face. “Doesn't excuse the fact that Flamm didn't even give a warning…" 

You laughed nervously, between you and Rollo, no one knew of the childish streak the third year had. While he remained mature and a role model student in the public face, Rollo was a whole other person when he was behind doors. Much like Jules and Eliott, he tended to cause mayhap and chaos. Many times, he enjoyed watching it while laughing. This was one for those moments. And perhaps it was karma considering that you tended to join his little misadventures. 

"I'm sure he wanted to warn you but hadn't been given enough time…hunters do tend to appear out of nowhere."

"Now that you mentioned it, he had been in a hurry to get us to the battle arena." Thank the seven for Neige! You nod enthusiastically. "See? He probably couldn't explain it on time!"

"He had more than enough time! We spent nearly all morning with him!" Exclaimed Idia, anger clear on his face. You gulp, "I'm sure Rollo didn't want to spoil the surprise!" Neige (bless his soul) quickly came to the rescue. "Yeah! Many of the students in our group had questions and he had been there to answer them. Plus, even with Jules and Eliott helping him, he still had a handful!"

Idia shot Neige a small glare but didn’t say anything back. Taking this as an opportunity, you spoke up again. “Well, then let me make up for it!” Clapping your hands together, you shot them a smile. “Now, let me start by explaining the reason you two were stuck as this years’ intruders.” 

With that you launched off to a very long, and hopefully not so boring explanation. 

The whole tradition started off in honor of the Court Of Miracles, a place rumored to house people who were hiding from the monsters that used to roam the City of Flowers. The place could only be found by a special map and only a few selected had ownership of said map. While the place may have been hard to find, it didn’t mean that it was impossible. 

Many times, monsters and people with the wrong intentions would try to intrude the place, and in order to keep it safe along with the people living there, a few fellow jesters would capture them and execute them. The leader of the group of jesters was often referred to as the Judge while the other five jesters would be called the hunters. 

The Judge would be the one to take care of dealing the final order while the five hunters would do the capturing. That was how they managed to keep the place safe for so long. That was until two people had come. They were about to be executed if it hadn’t been for a young woman who knew them and concluded that they were no threat to the Court of Miracles. Because those two people were in fact friends of the young women and they wanted to help the fair judge, the one who wanted freedom for the City of Flowers, in defeating the monsters.

Hence, they had earned the privilege of leaving and entering in exchange for help. And so, in order to make sure people remember the bravery of the people, the people in the City of Flowers made it a tradition to start off the festival with the song and performance. Which also included having two intruders and a Judge who guided five jesters. 

But the citizens wanted to add a twist to it in order to make it fun and memorable. Instead of just choosing the two intruders like how they chose the Judge and jesters, they decided to select the two remaining people on the day of the festival by capturing two unsuspected people and bringing them forth. 

“And that is why Rollo didn’t stop them from taking you, he knew the two of you wouldn’t be in danger.” You finish off your explanation by doing a last attempt in saving some face for Rollo. Neige clapped his hands at your performance while Idia just looked even more perplexed. “And people agreed this was a good idea?!” He asked after a minute or two. 

“Well, many liked it! And many more hope to get chosen for it!”

“What is so good about being kidnapped?!”

You did your best to hold in a sigh of frustration. Instead, you shot him a bright smile, one you were sure looked forced but no longer cared. “The reason many hope to get picked is this.” Holding the object up, you showed them the prize. Neige gasped at it, eyes shining with curiosity while Idia just looked even more done.

“...A dream catcher necklace…?”

“Don’t give me that look!” Huffing you began explaining, again. “Remember the map I mentioned that led to the Court of Miracles? This is a mock imitation of it. It’s not the real thing, no one knows how it actually looked liked.”

Giving one of the two necklaces to Neige, you continued. “Much like the rumored map, this one is a map of the city. It will show you different locations and what not. The catch to it however, is that you will have to figure out the locations yourself, once you do, a prize will be given. You have until the end of the week to figure it out.”

Idia takes the necklace you offered, yellow eyes looking it over with hidden curiosity. He no longer looked angry, which was a win for you. “It’s like a scavenger hunt?” Asked Neige. You nod, “You need to find the locations on the map, once you do, it will glow, meaning that the location has been found. It should be about ten locations each.”

“And the prize?” Idia mumbled, eyes still glued to the necklace. “Ah…about that, I don’t have a clue as to what it is.” This time, his yellow eyes trained on you, brows furrow. You smile nervously. “From what I heard, not a single person has been able to find the actual prize. Many get close but the last location is the one that no one is able to find.”

From what Eliott and Jules had told you, when they had been selected as the intruders during their first year, both had worked together in order to find all the locations. That had helped them cover most of their base in three days, letting them have the rest of the week to figure out where the last location was. Yet no matter how much either of them looked, they couldn’t figure it out. Even with Rollo’s help, both didn’t manage to finish the quest. 

It was the same for past students who were picked, not one was able to find the last location. 

“Huh…now that sounds interesting.” A sudden sharp smile appeared on Idia’s face as he began to giggle. You stare at him confused and a little worried. Neige didn’t seem affected by it, but he did share the same enthusiasm as Idia. More or less. 

“And people can help you with this right?” Asked Neige. “Yep, since the locations switch up every year, asking for the old ones won’t work but you can receive assistance.” Pointing at the little purple jewels on the string, you explain further. “No one is in charge of placing the locations. The ones who do are the stones here, I have no clue where they come from though. All I know is that they chose the locations and once you finish with it, you give it back to the Headmage.”

Idia hums, he runs his fingers through the small diamond beads. Neige does the same, though he looks more joyish that Idia, who still has that sharp smirk. You don’t question it nor do you point it out. This was better than having Idia panic.

Anyways, the important thing was that there was no more noise and the people with their horses could pass by without fearing that the horses would act out. Plus, Anna would be here with Rollo soon, though, looking at your outfit you grimace. You could feel your sweat sticking to the fabric of the outfit. You wanted to go take a quick shower and change to the school’s female uniform. The robes would be getting in your way, especially when you planned to walk around with Rollo for the day. And from the looks of it, the warm weather may get a bit more warmer. While you preferred pants over anything else, the skirt of the female uniform will allow for easy movement and it will keep you cool. 

Thankfully, it didn’t take long for Anna to come back with Rollo. Standing up from your position, you greeted the third year. Without sparing a single glance at the two other boys, he made his way to you, a worried frown on his face. Grabbing your face in a gentle grip, he pulls you close. “Are you alright?”

“Yes, I’m fine. A little tired from the performance but nothing I can’t deal with.”

He still looked unconvinced, placing your hands on top of his own, you gave him a confident look. “Really, I am fine. Plus, I had Anna get you since Idia was panicking.” Gesturing towards the blue haired boy, who was too busy looking at the dreamcatcher necklace. “I managed to calm him down, but I didn’t want to leave them alone, especially when he is one of your guests.”

Sure, you could have asked one of the performers to stay with both Neige and Idia but you also felt a little guilty at scaring them. It would be better for you to wait and explain the situation than leave and let someone else deal with Idia’s outburst. Rollo sighs, annoyance clear in his green eyes as he looks at the smirking boy. “I heard he had tackled you.”

“Ah, yeah but I didn’t get hurt. He was just panicking and it’s understandable considering that he got taken away without any context.”

Rollo avoids your gaze at your pointed look. “...The hunters got there before I could explain.”

“Anna said that you gave them the ok to take two of the guests.”

“...”

Shaking your head, you sigh, a little smile on your face. It’s not like you could blame him for not telling them. Much to everyone's surprise (except you) Rollo tended to be a bit mischievous and just like any other teenager, he enjoyed pulling little pranks on others. Of course, he did this when no one was looking or when he knew it wouldn’t harm others. Most of the time, you helped him with it. 

Like last month, you had helped him get back at Eliott and Jules for teasing him. It had started with Rollo admitting that he had a fondness for banana milk. Both boys had teased him for a while, it was unexpected for someone like Rollo to like something so sweet. Rollo had enough of it at some point and with your help, both of you plotted how to get back at both of your friends. Till this day, Eliott and Jules both still have glitter in their hair.

“Ah, Rollo! I do apologize for the earlier outburst. It had taken us by surprise.” Neige spoke up, brown eyes on the both of you. Startled, Rollo pulled away from you and regarded the raven head boy with a nod. “Yes, I also apologize. I had intended to explain to you all the traditions we have here but I hadn’t made it on time.”

Idia snorted, yellow eyes casting a glare at the third year but didn’t comment anything. “It’s alright, you wanted to have the element of surprise.” Once again, you thanked Neige. He was doing his best to convince Idia that it had been all harmless fun. Though, Idia didn’t look very convinced  at all. Clearing his throat, Rollo gives them both a nod.

“Right, I will be taking you back to the group. They are waiting by the entrance of the battle arena.” He then turns to you. “Will you be joining us?”

“I will, I just need to take a quick shower and change my clothes.” Twirling in your jester outfit you show it off. “I don’t wanna walk around in this. Not that it is a bad outfit, but I am not used to dressing up like this.”

Halting, you fully look at the pale boy. His face was a little red from what you could tell. He was hiding his face behind his infamous purple handkerchief but you could see the tip of his ears turning red. “R-Right…then we will wait for you in the city.”

Nodding, you agree with him before turning your attention towards the two other boys. Both were staring at the two of you. Neige with a small soft smile and a knowing look in his eyes. Idia looked a little annoyed but also had a look of longing. You didn’t question it, whatever was going on was their own deal. “Then, I will join you all later!”

With a bow, you waved to them goodbye, then, without thinking much, pressed a chaste kiss on Rollo’s cheek. You left the stables without looking back, a silly smile decorating your lips.

#twst x reader #twst masquerade #twst nbc #twst rollo x reader #twst x y/n #twst wonderland #rollo flamm x reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst rollo

[swanno-arts]

Beholder has me in an autism grip gamers and now I shamelessly have This Guy

Say hello to Elliott Vonel! He's, quite a long story! But basically he's an OC for both Papers, Please and Beholder. Anyways, as usual, more info under the cut.

He's M(ikhail) Vonel's half brother. Mr Vonel had a bit of an affair during one of his trips to the now West Grestin and Elliott was born. Elliott never really got to know about his father because he left not long after the pregnancy.

Lived his whole life with his Kolechian mother but marries an Arstotzkan woman and has two kids, a son and a daughter.

Only recently came to Arstotzka after the border reopened. He claims an official Arstotzkan citizenship.

Won the labor lottery for a position in the Ministry of Property Registration as a property manager/landlord for an apartment in the Altan district. In addition, he takes the role of a beholder as he has to spy on the tenants to make sure they do not go against government laws.

Elliott basically did not know Mikhail existed and vice versa, until they coincidentally met in a worker's audit. Mikhail didn't take the revelation too well and refuses to aid his half brother with the reason of not wanting to aid someone who he had never known prior and someone who's basically a Kolechian - thus causing both of them to have a severely strained relation.

Elliott is clearly upset by this, but tries to maintain his ground - claiming he's a good man. He's better than that government pet.

...and the bills pile up. And his wife is nagging him for daily needs constantly. And his son becomes rebellious and estranged. And his daughter falls severely ill. And so on, and so on.

... He's a good man. ... Is he now?

Other info:

The information above relates most to his Papers, Please version, but his Beholder counterpart isn't any different. Just switch the places around and he still retains the same story.

Mainly inspired by Beholder 1's protag, Carl Stein.

Elliott is 5'2". I forgot to put it on his ref.

His ref mentions he's Borean (?) just because the location of the State in Beholder isn't really clear.

Takes FOREVER to decide on something. his half brother scripts while he goes on the shittiest improv ever.

Insanely fast runner with insane stamina.

Does not have a sense of time (until he does and he gets stressed about it).

Heavy insomniac

Not really having the best mental health streak.

He needs to keep checking with the ministries because they keep fucking his name up in documents (Eliot, Elliot, Eliott, etc.).

He's so stressed out and paranoid it's unreal.

EZIC/New Tomorrow ... neutralist. For now.

#swanno arts #digital art #original character #oc #fan character #papers please #beholder #beholder game #elliott vonel #// i love him your honor ive only had him for a day #also beholder is a good game even if its HARD AS HELL MAN

[valthevalkyrie]

A Twist of Fate (1)

A beautiful young woman struggles after trading her life for her father's. When left in the care of a beast she becomes plagued by erotic dreams of a handsome prince. She tries to make the most of her situation but eventually comes to find out the hard way that a happy ending is never guaranteed.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x f!reader (addressed by nickname Belle)

Word Count: 9.6k

Series Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, NONCON/DUBCON, dark fantasy, dark fic, named reader (nickname Belle), blood, monsterfucking, smut (wet dreams, masturbation, fingering, piv, oral sex), angst, unwanted advances, language, degradation, humiliation, possessive behavior, imprisonment, psychosis, major character death, takes place in France like original version, vampire/incubus thing, it admittedly takes a while to get to the dark stuff

A/N: this is for @boxofbonesfic Once Upon a Time... Challenge in celebration for a much deserved 10k followers. This was a lot of fun to write. I did so much research for this, looking at as many versions of beauty and the beast as possible. This grabs a lot of the plot points from the original Villeneuve version. I've written smut like maybe 3 or 4 times and have no real life experience, so please have mercy on me. I had grand ideas for this and hopefully I am able to execute it well.

Once upon a time, there was a man named Eliott. He was once known to be a very lucky man. 

It was hard to pinpoint exactly when Eilott’s luck had turned to shit. 

It could have been when his beautiful and loving wife passed, leaving him to raise six children all on his own. 

Or when his fleet of trade ships were lost at sea, ending his fortune as a merchant and forcing him to move his family to their small summer cottage deep in the woods. 

Who knows. What he did know was that after spending years forcing his entire family to work for a living wage, he’d received word that one of his ships had returned to port. 

He was sure his luck was about to turn for the better. How naive he’d been. At the port, he had been notified that the ship’s cargo had been seized to pay for his debts. And now, on his trip back home, he’s been caught in the middle of a vicious storm. Just his luck. 

The rain was coming down in thick fat drops, pelting his skin and surely leaving bruises on his poor balding head, the blustering winds regularly throwing him about. Eliott had been trekking through the storm for quite a while, having lost his horse and small wagon what felt like hours ago. 

Unbeknownst to him, his horse was on its way home thanks to his innate sense of direction. Eliott, on the other hand, was traveling farther and farther away from his little cottage. 

He slugged through the mud and rain for ages, sustaining scratches and tears on his skin and clothes. The cold ache in his bones from the freezing rain was overwhelming. It was almost a guarantee that every other step was going to be a slip on the uneven ground and every other breath would be full of water thanks to the onslaught of rain. The farther he went, the more gnarled the forest got around him, branches leafless and twisted. 

Just when he thought there would be no end to the storm and he would surely perish in it due to his waning strength, there was a break in the wood. As soon as he breached it, he could just barely make out the faint shape of what must have been an abandoned castle if the overgrown grounds meant anything. 

With deliverance from the storm at his fingertips, he felt a newfound energy surge within him. His gaze was firmly locked on what he could only assume was the door, and he happily ignored his missteps and bumps along the path and through the gate.

Fumbling his way up the ivy overgrown stairs, he raised his hand to knock, out of habit. Just before his knuckles hit the door it opened a smidge all on its own. Startled, he stood there for a moment wondering if maybe it was a result of the wind before the door swung all the way open. Eliott hesitates for just a moment before a crack of thunder sounds and he rushes in. 

The door closes on its own, leaving him in darkness. All is still and quiet until a tall candelabra lights up near the center of the room. He approaches cautiously, rightfully so, for when he is but a foot away it goes out once again. As he debates sleeping in the entryway outside, regardless of the downpour, another candle in a sconce on the wall to his left comes to life. A bit of fear strikes him, for who could be controlling the fire? He approaches that one as well, and as he gets closer it goes out and then another candle farther away turns on. And so the process goes, through hallways and echoey rooms. 

Just when Eliott believes the candles are leading him nowhere, he sees a strip of light at the end of the hallway. Not just the faint aura of candle light, but the glow of a fully lit room. He rushes forward, hoping to meet someone on the other side who could perhaps answer the questions rising in him.

Now that he’s closer to the light he can hear the tinkling of cutlery and he can’t quite figure out what scents are flooding his senses but whatever they are, they’re making his mouth water. 

The shockingly cold doorknob quickly adjusted to his body temperature and an unexpected warmth burst from the room as he opened the door. Very quickly, the tinkling noise of cutlery stopped and all was still in the sizable room. 

The first thing that grabbed his attention was a long black dining table with a feast spread out on top - roasted pig, steak, lamb, cakes, pies, fruits, you name it. Eliott’s knees almost gave out.

Even at his richest, he’d never seen so much food in one setting. He quickly looked to the head of the table closest to him and found no one, the same with the one on the other end. Although he knew it wasn’t proper etiquette, Eliott took a seat to rest his weary feet while he waited for the host. 

While he waited, he took in the decor of the room. It was a bit dark for his tastes but beautiful nonetheless. Everything was black and gilded, the intricate gold decor warming the otherwise foreboding color scheme. The feeling the room gave was still off, as though the glitter of the gold were to distract one from looking too closely at the imperfections all around the room. 

He’d been waiting all of five minutes when a voice spoke up, “monsieur, you are free to eat as much as you please.”

Looking around for the source of the voice, he asked, “and what of the host?”

“Unfortunately, he will not be able to attend but know that he hopes you enjoy the meal.”

“All of this is for me?” 

“Yes, although I suggest sitting closer to the fireplace so you can warm up.”

Eliott does as he’s told and takes the seat right in front of the fireplace. As he gets comfortable he looks at the assortment of food in front of him trying to decide what to eat first. A bowl of grapes catches his attention and as he pops one in his mouth, he realizes just how hungry he is. 

Once he starts eating he can’t stop, can’t seem to get enough. He gorges himself on the food in front of him, juices and grease dribbling down his chin, but he can’t bring himself to clean it up. Never before in his life had he had such horrible table manners, and he couldn’t even bring himself to care. Everything he grabs is rich in flavor, quite literally the best food he’s ever eaten. After what feels like ages he’s finally full and he leans back in his chair, chest heaving as though he’d done a tremendous amount of exercise. 

He doesn’t fight it once he starts to doze off, stomach full and the heat of the fire at his back. 

“Did you enjoy your meal, monsieur?” 

Eliott startled at the voice. “Oh, very much so. Thank you.”

“If you would follow me, I would show you to your room so you can rest for the night.”

A door to the far right opens and an older man is suddenly in the doorway. Eliott knows a butler when he sees one (having had many of his own at one point) and he’s relieved to have some company after spending so much time alone in such a dark and grand place. Rising from his seat, he tries to clean his face a bit before heading towards the strange man. 

Once he was close enough, Eliott could see the flaws in the butler’s appearance. Not only were his clothes faded and worn, the edges of his sleeves were eaten away by moths. After the feast he was presented with, he’d expected someone a bit more put together.

One by one, the candles came back to life as they passed through hallways and up the stairs. Eliott tried to look around and see the condition of the rest of the castle, but it was too dark.

“This is where you will be staying,” the butler said as they stopped in front of a door. “There will be a change of clothes on the bed. You mustn't leave the room until morning, Master’s orders.”

Eliott nodded and made his way into the bedroom. Before he could turn to ask the butler something, the door closed behind him. He shrugged and went about changing out of his wet clothes. While old and worn, the clothing provided to him was comfortable and the bed sheets soft. 

As soon as his head hit the pillow, the events of the day caught up to him. A drowsiness like he had never felt before overtook him and just as he drifted off he couldn’t help but think his luck might be turning for the better. By the time his bedroom door opened, he was fast asleep.

Eliott was overcome by dark and carnal dreams. Dreams he’d not had for ages. Usually when he had dreams of that variety, he’d conjure up his beloved wife in a loving setting. Now, he was dreaming of a handsome young man with long curly hair, deep brown eyes and a penchant for biting. 

When he awoke, all that remained of his dreams were flashes of skin and feelings of pleasure. When he threw the covers off, he found a mess in his lap. Overcome by embarrassment (for he’d not done such a thing since he was a budding young man) he rushed to take off his clothes. 

In doing so, he took note of all of the cuts and bruises from the trek through the storm the night before. He found a large pair of puncture wounds but shrugged it off as probable wounds from his many stumbles. 

Nestled and folded on a chair near the door to the room were his clothes from the day before. He didn’t remember folding them but shrugged it off as poor memory from being so tired. As he put them on, he took advantage of the sunlight and looked around the room. How odd that the outside of the castle looked so abandoned and forgotten while the inside looked mostly dusty and unused. Much like the dining room, the bedroom was gilded except instead of black, the room was a dark and deep blue. 

The butler was nowhere to be seen when he opened the bedroom door. Taking advantage of the opportunity, Eliott walked around the castle, absorbing as much as he could. He took note that the rest of the castle was similar to the dining room; black and gilded, furniture grand and elegant. 

He found his way onto a balcony overcome with vines of ivy. From his position, he could see a forgotten gazebo surrounded by what seemed to be an overgrown garden. 

A memory sprung to his mind at the sight of the garden. 

“When I return from my journey, what would you like me to bring you,” he’d asked his children. 

It was something he used to do before, back when he was a successful merchant. He would leave on business for a while and return with gifts for all of his loved ones. While they were all adults now and working on their own, he wanted to perhaps revive an old tradition since it appeared his once lost fortune was at his fingertips. 

“Papa, Papa,” his eldest daughter Elyna cried. “Bring us the finest clothes you can buy.”

His second daughter, Anna added, “we’re tired of these rags.” 

He laughed and turned to his boys, Matheo, Gabriel, and Raphael. 

“We wouldn’t mind newer clothes, Père. If you are to regain your fortune, we would like to look the part as we once did,” Matheo, his eldest, said. His brothers agreed. 

Finally, Eliott turned to his youngest of the six, his little beauty. “And what would you like, ma belle?”

“I just wish for your safe return, Papa. It has been a very long time since you’ve made the journey and we know not what dangers may lie ahead.”

He brushed her off, “oh, nonsense. I will be fine. What would you like?”

“Really, that is all I desire.”

“Belle,” he said sternly. “I would like to bring you something physical. Please do me the favor of picking something, anything.”

“Fine,” she sighed. “I would love a rose. It’s been a very long time since I’ve seen one and you know they don’t grow on this side of the country.”

Eliott smiled and tapped her nose. “Very well, then. A beautiful rose for ma belle.”

His little beauty. One would think he’d find Anna the most beautiful of all the children, considering she took after her mother physically, but she was mean spirited and vain, much like Elyna. The boys had a good mix of their parents and were hard working and intelligent, like him. His youngest, though, was well read, kind hearted, grateful for all she had, and had the best features of both her parents. Not only was she beautiful on the outside, but she was beautiful on the inside. She didn’t make him feel like a failure of a parent, and that made her his favorite. 

Eliott quickly made his way down to the garden, searching high and low for a rose. The bushes of flowers bled into one another, making it difficult to see where one type ended and the other began. He was just about to lose hope completely when he had almost reached the gazebo and not found a rose, but then he caught a flash of red inside the gazebo. 

Once inside, he felt happiness bloom in his chest. He’d not been able to get the gifts for the others, but he would be able to bring a gift to one. Better something than nothing at all. 

“Good morning, monsieur. Please follow me to the dining room so you can break your fast before your journey.” The butler was fast approaching the gazebo with a panicked look on his face. 

“Just a moment, I’m going to pick a flower.”

“Oh, please do not. My master-”

“He won’t notice, it’ll just be the one.” 

Mindful of the thorns, he plucked a rose. Seeing just how perfect and shapely it was, he decided to pluck a few more to make a bouquet. He had scarcely plucked the plumpest buds he could find when he heard the butler shout. 

It was as if all the air had been sucked out of his lungs when he turned, for there was a beast in front of him. It looked like a bat, but it was twice his size, piercing eyes staring right into his. A hand grasped the front of his shirt and lifted him out of the gazebo. He looked down to find a pair of black, leathery arms connected to the giant bat’s torso and he’d been lifted high off the ground. 

“Is this how you show your gratitude after I show you hospitality? By stealing from me,” it shrieked. Eliott flinched for the beast’s yell had a hint of a high pitch under the strong timbre and it pierced his ears.

“I didn’t know! I’m sorry! I’m sorry,” Eliott cried.

The beast hissed at him. “Humans now are so ungrateful. I should have drained you dry when I had the chance.” He growled, arms bringing Eliott closer to his face all the while ignoring the man’s pleas for his life.

“Please, spare me. I assure you, I appreciate everything you’ve done for me. I meant no disrespect.” A pair of sharp fangs and equally menacing teeth come into Eliott’s line of sight and he struggles to free himself. “Please, I was just picking them for my daughter!”

The creature ceases all movement. “Daughter?”

“Yes! Please, my children need me. I’m their only living parent.” Tears and mucus run down his face, hands trying to break the hold the beast has on him. Eliott feels himself be lowered.

“Tell me of your children.”

He speaks quickly of everything that comes to mind when thinking of his children. He speaks of his dead wife and all of the work the children have done to help him run the house, the most helpful being his youngest. He tells the beast of the gifts he promised to give to his children when he came back from his trip. 

The beast lifts a hand to stop his rant. “Very well. You may live.” 

Eliott expels a sigh of relief.

“As long as you give your word that one of your children will take your place.”

Eliott feels his face drain of all color. “But how am I to choose? What will you do to them?”

“The first living being that greets you upon your arrival will be the one to take your place. They must be under no illusions or misconceptions about the reason for their stay. And you need not worry about their fate. I will take better care of them than you did my roses.” He turns to his butler. “Prepare him for the trip back. And be sure to get him a change of clothes, he seems to have soiled himself.”

And so it went. The creature was kind enough to send him off with a new horse and wagon with chests full of finery, jewels and wealth. 

Eliott encountered no storms on his way home and spent the entire trip stressing over who would welcome him first. He tried to think of all the pros and cons of each child being forced to live with the beast and could think of no one he would rather send away. The biggest pro of all was that his luck had definitely turned for the better. To be confronted by a beast and then sent off with riches galore? If that was not the definition of luck he did not know what was. The only thing he was sure of was that he wanted his youngest daughter far away and deep in the woods upon his arrival. 

A sweat began to build up and his breathing quickened when he recognized the well worn path to his little cottage. Eliott kept his eyes peeled as he approached his home. From this distance, he could see a couple of heads bobbing about in the small garden out front and his family dog sleeping in the doorway. The closer he got, the clearer their faces became. 

Raphael and his youngest were working in the small garden. Oh, how Eliott prayed that Raphael would notice him first. 

As his luck (that fickle thing) would have it, his youngest daughter noticed his arrival and waved at her father. She quickly set down her tools and hurried over.

“Papa! You’re safe,” she squinted from the sun as she looked up at him. “We were so worried when Phillipe showed up without you.” She raised a calloused hand in greeting at the horse he rode, “hello.” She turned back to him with a stern look on her face. “Where have you been?

Tears quickly filled his eyes and he said nothing as he searched the bag next to him for the rose that set a curse upon his family. Eliott handed it to his daughter and discreetly wiped the tear that fell down his cheek. 

She softened. “Oh, Papa. You shouldn’t have.”

“You’re right,” he sighed. “It came at a great cost.”

Her eyes widened. “Whatever do you mean?”

“Gather your siblings. I have news about where I’ve been.”

She did as she was told and soon enough everyone was gathered in their small dining room, chests from the wagon on the table. All but one child chatted and speculated over what was in the chests. His youngest instead kept a close eye on her father, for she had noticed his somber disposition.

“Before I tell you where I’ve been, why don’t you open that up and see what I have brought home.” 

Elyna was the first to put her hands on one of the chests, snapping off the latches and swinging it open. She shrieked in delight at the sight of the beautiful gown laid out on top. “Does this mean the fortune really came back? Will we finally be rid of this place?”

Eliott shifted on his feet and swallowed deeply. “Perhaps you should all take a seat.” 

He told them of his journey to port and how everything on the ship had been seized to pay for his debts. The trip back home and the storm that disoriented him. The castle and the sentient candles. The grand feast that was presented to him and the room he slept in. The garden out back and the rose he picked. The beast who appeared and demanded he sacrifice a child to save his life. He told them how he’d have to go about choosing which child would go in his stead. 

Anna stood up and pointed to his youngest. “Do you see what happens when you are greedy? Look at what you made happen! You should be the one to leave and right your wrongs. You were the first to greet our papa and the one who landed him in this mess. Now you sort it out.”

Her brothers were quick to defend their youngest sister and even quicker there was a shouting match between the six. 

“Enough,” Eliott slammed his hands on the table. 

“Worry not, Père, for I shall slay the beast and ensure our little belle’s safety.” Matheo stepped forward. As usual, his brothers agreed.

“No, no, no. I forbid any of you going anywhere near the beast and his castle. We shall continue on as though nothing has happened. I will invest the small capital he gave me and ensure the return of the family fortune.”

“Papa, I do not think that wise.”

“Ma belle,” he placed his hands on her cheeks, ”I will not sacrifice your life for mine. I made a mistake, like we all do. Now we learn from it and move on. Do you understand?”

She was quiet for a moment, and he saw a flash of defiance in her eyes before it died out and she nodded. 

Later that night, long after everyone said goodnight, Eliott was sitting on the couch contemplating his next move. He knew he had to move his family far away, somewhere the debt collectors and the beast would not find them. Perhaps another country. 

As he sat there pondering the possibilities, he heard a thump from somewhere outside the house. Not a moment passed when he heard one of the horses neigh. Worried that it might be the beast, he grabbed an iron fire poker from the hearth and ran outside. 

He turned the corner of the house to the small stable they had, arms raised and ready to strike when he saw his daughter struggling to get the new horse under control.

“Shh, shh. I won’t hurt you,” she whispered. “I’m going to take you back home.”

“You’ll do no such thing, Belle.”

She jumped in fright and turned sheepishly. “I was hoping you would be asleep.”

“What do you think you’re doing?” He took the horse’s reins from her. “Did I not forbid you from going to the beast’s castle?”

“Papa, I won’t allow you to put our family in danger. We have no idea if the beast will come after us if we don’t send someone in your stead. He might take back everything he gave you, leaving us poor once more.”

“You need not worry about that. I have a plan.” 

“Papa, you gave your word to the beast. He spared your life. You taught me that giving your word was a serious thing, that you must always follow through.” 

It was at this moment Eliott hated the fact that she had her mother’s eyes. To have them staring at him so intensely in a moment where she was basically calling his character into question was not something he enjoyed. 

But she was right. He taught his children better than the example he was giving them. 

“Fine. We head out in the morning. I’ll take you myself.”

She smiled wide. “Thank you. I promise to right my wrongs and keep the family safe.”

Her father had just been dismissed from the castle. They’d been greeted with a feast, much like Eliott’s first night there. Unlike his first night, the beast decided to join them. 

To say fear ran like ice through her veins would be an understatement. Just before reaching the castle, she had tried to cheer herself up by thinking of her situation like a big adventure. Upon seeing the creature, she realized she was not ready for such an adventure. 

Throughout the entire meal she’d felt the beast’s eyes on her. She had not the courage to meet his gaze, having spent much of the meal picking at her steak and watching the blood ooze out. 

She’d been led into the sitting room to wait for the beast. While she waited, she reflected on her last day of freedom.

Eliott had made sure they broke fast as a family one last time before she had to leave. After many attempts to talk her out of it, her brothers accepted her decision. Her sisters, on the other hand, did little to hide their glee. That hurt her, since she loved her family unconditionally. She knew of the jealousy and contempt her sisters held towards her, but she had hoped they would at least pretend to miss her. 

The journey itself had been a long one. It took them a few days thanks to the storm they encountered halfway there. Her father took it as an omen for what was to come. She knew it just got rather stormy this time of year. The relief she felt when they reached the castle was great, if only because that meant she would not have to be jostled around so much. The meal was long and awkward and her father left far too soon. 

She remembered the worried look on his face when they departed. Tears were filling his eyes and he’d been sniffling. 

Making sure her last words to him were something positive, she reached for his hand and said, “it will all be fine, Papa.”

Then he’d been sent off with a reward for following through with his word. 

“Tell me your name.”

She startled at the sound of the beast’s voice. She looked around the room, finding its figure casting a shadow in the doorway. 

It was massive, ten feet tall at the very least. Yes, at first glance it looked like a bat, but a mutated one-half man, half bat. It’s ears were large and pointed, eyes dark and small, muzzle large. A voluminous ruffle of dark brown fur adorned it’s neck like a fancy collar, a small trail of fur going down it’s naked torso until it reached his waist and covered his body in fur once more. It had a pair of bat-like wings and she could only imagine how grand the wingspan would be. Settled just under his shoulders lay another pair that led to leathery human looking arms, one of which was holding a rather large goblet. It’s legs were long and had talons at the end of its feet.

“Your name?”

Her voice quivered but she complied, “although my father calls me Belle.”

“How fitting,” it hummed. 

“What do I call you?” She may be frightened, but she was not rude. She could not possibly imagine calling him a beast to his face. Who knew how he would react. 

“You may call me Kas.” He ventured further into the room, gait slow and full of purpose. “You know why you’re here?” Stopping in front of her, he took a sip from his goblet.

Shifting nervously from the intensity of his stare, she cleared her throat. “Yes.”  

“And do you accept your fate?”

“I would do anything to save my father’s life.” Any trace of hesitation faded from her voice and she saw a malicious gleam enter his eyes. 

“It would do you well to remember that.” With that, he trailed a finger down her cheek, lingering on her bottom lip. 

Her eyes widened. She had no clue what he meant by that. 

“I need to set some ground rules before your stay truly begins.” He lets go of her face and begins to pace. “You are free to do as you please, I care not how you spend your time. I sleep during the day, so I ask that you not make too much noise. You may not, under any circumstance, go into the west wing.” His pacing stops and he turns his head to look at her. “Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Sir,” he hums. “I quite like that.”

A knock sounds on the door frame. “Master, the lady’s room is ready.”

“Very well, then.” He stops her as she rises from her seat. “Just one more question before you go to bed.” His wings shift as he brings himself into her personal space once again. “Will you marry me?”

She blinks once. Twice. Three times. “Pardon?”

“Will you marry me?”

“I cannot, for I hardly know you.”

His eyes darken, and she can tell he’s not pleased. The beast says nothing and takes a long drink from his cup. He does so sloppily, and when some dribbles down his chin she can tell it’s blood. 

A bolt of fear strikes through her and she rushes over to the butler. Her hands shake as she tries to settle herself on the walk to her room. 

Blood. He was drinking blood. It was fitting for a giant bat creature but where did he get it? Was it from people who stumbled upon his castle like her father? Did he get his blood drawn when he stayed here? Was it from his prisoners like her? Although he said she was free to do as she pleased, did that make her a prisoner or a visitor? The thought of possibly just being a visitor for a while helped calm her down a bit. But the thought of being drained of her blood filled her with anxiety once more. 

“Here we are, mademoiselle.” The sound of a key turning a lock took her out of her reverie.

The door swung open to an opulent, dark green room. The candles were already lit, the glint of the gilded decorations reminding her of fireflies. Everything in the castle had a faded and worn look to it, all covered in a thick layer of dust from the lack of use. This room looked recently cleaned, not a cobweb in sight. 

“Is this room for me?” She dared not step foot in it. Dirt and muck from her journey caked her shoes and she did not want to ruin the rug that spanned the room. 

“Yes ma’am.” He gestured to her small trunk of belongings sitting at the foot of the bed. 

“Oh my,” she muttered. Carefully, she took her shoes off and tiptoed into the room. She heard the door start to close and she quickly turned to the butler. “What do I call you?”

“You may call me Munson.” He gently bowed his head.

“Good night, Munson.” 

A small smile graced his face. “Good night, mademoiselle.”

When the door closed, she took a deep breath to center herself. After carefully placing her shoes next to the door and off of the rug, she turned to face the bedroom. 

Being the youngest in the family, she did not remember much of their life before their wealth was lost. She could only remember glimpses of a past her family were so fond of. Flashes of her mother’s face and toys galore, a pretty pink room. For the majority of her life, she lived in the small cottage in the woods. It was cramped and a bit uncomfortable, but it was home. Everything else felt like a dream. 

Especially now, being in a room as fancy as the one she was given. Never before had she seen such extravagance, none that she could remember. It should be a thrill, she should feel giddy. 

Instead, she felt dread. She knew not what would come tomorrow, or the days after. All she knew was that she was a prisoner in an abandoned castle, trapped with a beast. She hadn’t the faintest clue of his intentions, other than the bizarre marriage proposal. 

Why would a beast want to marry a human?

The events of the past week caught up with her. First, her father had gone missing only to come back with news of a beast and the conditions of his release. Then, there was the long trip, on which she barely got any rest. It was all very emotionally and physically draining. 

She dug through her trunk, looking for her nightdress. When she began to strip, her skin began to tingle with the feeling of eyes on her and eventually her own went towards the glass doors that led to the balcony. The curtains had not been closed. She knew no one besides Munson and the beast lived anywhere near, and she wasn’t on the first floor, but she couldn’t help but feel like someone was watching her. 

Naked, she went to close the curtains. Stopping when they were almost completely closed, she peered out into the darkness. 

She watched, as the wind rustled the trees and their leaves fluttered off the branches. What little moonlight shone through the clouds illuminated the gardens below. In the distance she saw a gazebo, most likely the one from her father’s story of the incident. A chunk of movement in the bushes caught her attention and she felt herself leaning closer to the window as if it would give her a better look. 

She just about had her nose pressed against the glass when a wild boar burst out of the bushes, making her jump back. Before she could catch her breath a large dark mass dove from the tree closest to her onto the boar. 

She shrieked in fright and shut the curtains. 

Her hands shook as she pressed one to her chest in an effort to slow her racing heart. The mass was huge and she’d seen nothing near the castle that size other than the beast. Kas. If it dove from the tree nearest to her room then she was right, someone had been watching her. She vowed to keep the curtains drawn every night from now on. 

Deciding she would much rather sleep than deal with her situation or the meaning of Kas’ peeping, she got her nightdress on as quickly as possible. 

Much like her father in his time there, as soon as her head hit the pillow she was out like a light. 

She could not control the volume of her moans nor the rolling of her hips, the pleasure so unfamiliar and great she just had to chase it. A whine escaped her lips when a hand stilled the motion of her hips. 

“You need to stay still, mon trèsor. I cannot properly enjoy my meal if you keep moving.”

Leaning back on her elbows she looked down to the mess of curls lying between her legs. A pair of the roundest, deepest brown eyes stared up at her glittering with mirth. 

“Please,” she begged.

“Please, nothing. You promised you would let me eat to my heart’s content, that you would stay still, that you would be a good girl. Are you going to break your promise?”

“No,” she pouted, “but-”

“Ah, ah, ah,” he tutted. Gently, he trailed the tip of his tongue through her slit and circled her clit, humming at the sight of her eyes rolling into the back of her head. “If you stay still for a while longer, I will let you finish. Deal?”

Her breath stuttered as he resumed. “Deal.”

She fell onto her back the moment he thrust his tongue inside her, curling it deliciously. Her toes curled as he circled her bud with his thumb while his tongue made love to her cunt.

Gentle waves of pleasure caressed her senses, building up in intensity as his thumb sped up. Soon she was adrift in mindless pleasure, moans increasing in volume as she tried to hold back her physical reaction to his ministrations. 

The size of the waves increased, crashing against her and she felt her body stiffening as she felt an indescribable heat and pressure build up at her core. As the intensity grew, she struggled to catch her breath.

The pressure increased and she was about to ask him for something, anything, when he murmured, “let go, my sweet. Come for me.”

She wasn’t quite sure what he meant but she felt herself ride the waves as they crested, creating a feeling of bliss she had never before experienced.

Her mystery man continued to lap at her folds despite her thighs clenching down on his head and he only stopped when she twitched from over stimulation.

He kissed one thigh while his hand caressed the other. “You did so well for me, mon trèsor. Such a good girl.”

A shiver wracked through her body at his praise. “I feel lightheaded. What was that?”

The warmth of his quiet laughter against her skin tickled as he began to kiss his way up to her. “That was an orgasm.” He pauses at her breasts, biting gently at one of her nipples before soothing it with a kiss. 

She gasps in pleasure. “What is that?”

“That, mon trèsor, is the epitome of pleasure.” He nips at her other nipple, this time biting a little harder. He smirks against her skin as she moans. “Oh, you like that, do you?” 

Making sure to nip and suckle all across her chest, he takes his time exploring. He makes sure not to leave any marks, just biting hard enough for her to feel something. Eventually he makes his way up her neck and it isn’t until he reaches the spot just under her ear that she grabs at him and he smirks just before he leaves a love bite. 

One of her legs curls around his waist and she presses herself up against him and he groans as her heat brushes up against him. “Please.”

“Please what?” He runs his hand up the length of the leg curled around him, grabbing a handful of her ass and grinding himself against her. 

“Please, I need-” she moans as his tip bumps against her bud. She whines loudly and writhes against him. 

“Calm down,” he chuckles. 

The hand on her ass makes its way between her thighs, teasing her clit once more. He dips his finger into her core to gather slick and groans when he feels how wet she is. Quickly, he drags slick up to her bud and begins rubbing circles into it. 

When her hips start undulating, he whispers a few words of encouragement in her ear before slipping a finger into her sex. A broken moan escaped her lips at the foreign feeling and she grabbed at his wrist.

“Do you want me to stop?”

Her brow furrowed. “N-no?”

“Do you want me to keep doing this,” he gently began to thrust his finger in and out. 

“Oh,” she sighed. “Yes.”

“I thought so.” He resumed kissing at her neck before deciding her breasts were a better place to be.

She didn’t know what to do with herself. Never before had she experienced sensations like these and a part of her (the part that knew doing this before marriage was wrong) wanted to stop. But that familiar heat began to stir in her loins and she wanted to experience that high again.

Soon enough, the one finger wasn’t enough and she begged him for, “more.”

The man complied, inserting another finger. When she grew accustomed to the feeling, he curled them, sending a delightful quiver throughout her body.

“Again,” she demanded. She felt his smile upon her skin as he obeyed her command.

If she thought the one finger was enough to fully stoke the flames of her desire, she was not ready for a pair of them scissoring inside her. 

Her back arched, hips chasing the pleasure his fingers were providing. She was fast approaching that peak once more and her moans grew desperate. 

“Do you want more?” His voice was low and sultry in her ear.

She hummed in agreement.

“Use your words, mon trèsor.”

“M-mo-ah, ah-more.”

“Very good.” 

He thrust his fingers faster and made sure to put more pressure on her clit. Her legs began to quiver and she felt her eyes roll. The feeling of his thick fingers inside of her was overwhelming but felt so good. She gripped his wrist tighter and chased his motions with her hips. Soon she felt the heat and tingles burst throughout her body. 

“Just like that, ride it out.” He continued to thrust his fingers until she stopped clenching around them. 

She let out small giggles as she tried to catch her breath. 

Finally, the man’s face came into her line of sight. 

He was beautiful, nothing like the men she’d seen in town. Big, brown eyes, an endearingly bulbous nose and a plump bottom lip. Long, curly hair draped over his head, coming down like curtains and putting them in a space all their own. 

“Enjoying yourself, are you?” 

“Very much,” she breathed. She could not help the smile that came across her face. “I’ve never felt anything like that in my life.”

“I’m glad I was the first to give it to you.”

She stares at him in wonder. “I don’t even know your name.”

“You need only ask,” he teases. When she says nothing he flops down next to her, resting his head on his arm as he lays on his side. “Go on.”

“Um.” She draws a thin sheet over her chest. He tries to and fails to hold back a smile at the action, causing a cute little dimple to appear in his left cheek. “What is your name?”

“My name, mon trèsor, is Edward.” He puts out a hand in greeting. “It is a pleasure to meet you.”

Timidly, she shakes his hand. “A pleasure indeed.”

They both break out in giggles. 

When she wakes the next morning, it’s to a stickiness between her legs. Thinking she’s started her monthly, she throws the blankets off. But when she gets off the bed, no blood is to be seen. She feels something begin to trickle down her thigh so she hurriedly places her hand down there to check what it is. Surprise colors her face when she sees a clear viscous liquid coating her fingertips. 

Surely she had not wet herself, she’d not done that since she was a babe. When she checks the bed for wet spots, she is baffled to find none. How odd. 

Distracted, she goes about her morning, making her bed, opening the curtains, getting dressed. When she opens her door, she is surprised to see Kas waiting for her in the surprisingly dark hallway. 

“G-good morning, bea-Kas. Can I help you with something?”

He says nothing, instead slowly trailing his dark eyes over her figure, lingering between her legs.

Immediately, something in her core tells her something is wrong. There’s a tingle at the base of her neck, goosebumps rolling down her arms. 

Slowly, so as not to alert him, she begins to close the door in an effort to have something between them. He continues to say nothing, instead watching as she closes the door enough to hide the interior of her room. Both of her shoulders are out of sight, the majority of her body in the room, head leaning out.

“I actually do need your help with something.” His voice is low and he speaks slowly. It freaks her out. 

“O-oh?” She tries not to make it obvious that her hand is scrambling to find something to grab. A weapon of some sort. “With what?”

Kas takes a step closer. “I have a hunger that I cannot satisfy.”

She managed to grab hold of a candelabra on the table that was situated next to her door. “Oh? I’m sure I can cook something up for you if Munson is not able to at the moment.”

“I’m afraid Munson will not be able to help me. It is a very particular kind of hunger. One could call it a thirst.” He takes another step closer, inhaling deeply, eyes rolling as a distinct scent hits his nose. “But I can tell you have exactly what I need,” he rumbled.

Alarm bells rang throughout her head when he took another step and she brandished her candelabra. “Don’t come any closer.”

He huffed. “Silly girl. Do you really think that will stop me?”

She threw it at him as he closed the distance just to see it bounce off of him. While one hand covered her mouth, the other held her by the waist and lifted her up. One of his wings shut the door behind him and he walked her to the bed.

She struggled and tried to scream, but she could hardly breathe with his big hand blocking her nostrils. She kicked and punched as hard as she could but her strength was no match for him. 

He laid her on the bed, wings surrounding them both, cutting her off from anything other than Kas. It was dark and hot and he still hadn’t removed his hand from her mouth. She felt herself get lightheaded and the amount of fight in her diminished.

Kas caught on and quickly shifted his hand, allowing her nostrils clarity. The other hand let go of her waist and was rucking up her dress. He ignored her muffled shrieks and struggles, instead choosing to focus on getting to the apex between her thighs as quickly as possible. 

When he reached it he groaned, for she was still wet. “I knew it.”

She sobbed when his finger put pressure on her clit. Thanks to her dream she knew where this was headed and her attempts to fight him off grew stronger. He merely laughed while his finger rapidly drew circles on her clit.

She jerked in his hold. As much as she did not want to, her body began to respond to his actions. Compared to her dream Edward, Kas’ movements were much too rough and hurried. She could feel herself getting wetter by the second and the sounds she let out were starting to turn into moans.

His breathing was heavy in her ears and she could feel her own begin to match it. Against her will, her hips started to move with his finger, chasing the pleasure he was provoking. 

“Look at you. Acting so disgusted, but you like this. You enjoy my touch.” With that, he flicked her clit and laughed when she squealed in pain. 

She was surprised at the spark of pleasure she felt from the pain and it caused the familiar heat from her dreams to bloom. She tried to squeeze her thighs hard enough to cause his hand to slip out from between them, but in doing so it just made the pleasure hit differently.

When she felt herself being to clench around nothing she panicked, for she knew what that meant. Trying to fend off the increasing pleasure, she found herself holding her breath in concentration. But in doing so she felt the pleasure swell and it continued to build and build until she thought she was about to climax.

Kas withdrew his finger and laughter sounded in her ears as she came back down. “Oh, my pet, you truly are a sight to see. The loveliest creature I’ve set my eyes on in decades.”

With no warning, he shoved his finger inside of her, rumbling in pleasure at her scream of pain. He gives her no reprieve, no chance to adjust to the size of his finger (so much larger than what Edward had felt like in her dream) and begins to rapidly thrust it. 

Stretched beyond belief, she thinks she may just die from the pain when sparks of pleasure begin to flicker once more. Slick makes his passage easier and she cries at the sound of his cruel laughter. 

“Look at your cunt, so hungry for my finger she can’t help but pull it back in.”

And it was true. No matter how hard she tried to fight it, her body seemed to thrive under his rough ministrations. Her hips began to chase his movements once more and instead of clawing at the hand covering her mouth, she held on for her life. With every other thrust, his finger came in contact with a distinct spot inside of her, giving her a jolt of pleasure each time.

The pleasure mounting this time around was much more intense than her dream climax and she sobbed at the uncontrollable feeling. Just as she felt herself reach that peak again, Kas withdrew his finger once more. 

She cried out in frustration and disgust. Why did he keep stopping? And why did she want him to continue his assault?

Quickly, Kas moves down her body, wings following him. She squints at the abrupt change in lighting and has barely adjusted to it when she feels something wet touch her folds.

She begins to lift her head to look between her legs, “why are you doing this?”

“You said you would do anything to save your father’s life.”

Suddenly Kas’ tongue thrusts into her, curling as it did, coming into contact with that particular spot he had just started to explore with his finger. She felt full in a different way, in an honestly much preferable way. His finger had been rigid, his tongue (thankfully) much more pliable. 

She couldn’t help but to compare it to how it felt when Edward explored her with his tongue. Kas was reaching places Edward had no ability to. Whereas Edward took his time and was gentle, Kas would thrust viciously and without mercy.

He would alternate between jabbing his tongue in her and slurping up the excess slick from her folds. His snout would brush against her clit while his hands held her legs open. Without his hands covering her mouth, her noises filled the room, a mixture of crying and moans. He relished in the inconsistency of her begging.

“‘Yes, yes. No, stop it.’ You just don’t know what you want, do you?” He grinned salaciously. “It’s alright. You don’t have to know. I know what you want and I am all you need.”

With that, he doubled his efforts to draw her climax out of her. Soon her cries for him to stop diminished entirely and all that was heard in the room were her begs for more. 

And more he gave her. The heat in her core surged, continuing to rise and rise until it engulfed her entire being and she fell apart on his tongue. He didn’t stop until he had his fill, causing her to climax two more times. 

By the time he finished she had passed out, energy spent and body weakened.

Kas gently rearranged her on the bed, righting her dress. 

“You are exactly what I need.” He trailed a finger down her cheek. “Mon trèsor.”

When she wakes hours later, the shadows in her room tell her it’s about noon. In a daze, she rights her bed and goes looking for the candelabra in the hallway only to find it sitting on its table, making her wonder if the events of the morning were a terrible dream. The soreness between her legs tells her otherwise.

After some time, she looks for the kitchen hoping for some lunch. She’s lost for only a moment before the candles lead her to the kitchen doors, the sound of tinkling cutlery bleeding into the hallway. When she entered, she could have sworn she saw a broom sweeping in the corner, but when she turned, it was against the wall. 

She makes a small plate of the leftovers from breakfast. In the end she struggles to finish her meal, too distracted from the morning’s events.

Eventually, she heads out to the gazebo, book in hand, and notices the very roses that doomed her. She barely clears the debris off the bench before sitting down. In the distance, she can hear the sounds of different animals and the buzz of insects.

For hours, she reads the same few pages, not absorbing a single word. 

“It is time for dinner.”

Munson’s voice makes her jump and she hurries out of the gazebo, avoiding his eyes.

Kas is waiting for her in the dining room. When she goes for a random seat she hears him grunt. When she meets his gaze, he gestures to the seat next to him. She hesitates for a moment before sitting next to him. 

Dinner plays out almost exactly as it had the night before. She is much too distracted to enjoy her meal and Kas is busy watching her. 

They both reach for their respective goblets at the same time when she notices the scratches she left on his arms and the size of his hands. 

While she knew his hands were big (she could tell when they were all over her) she hadn’t realized just how big they were. She took a sip of her drink as her mind drifted uncontrollably. If Edwards fingers were thick and long but his member even longer and thicker, then how big would Kas’ be? 

At that thought she choked on her wine, sending her into a coughing fit. Kas reached out a hand to pat her back but she jerked out of his reach. 

“No! No,” she calms down. “I’m fine.” 

His dark eyes narrow in suspicion but he says nothing. 

When dinner is over, she attempts to rush out of the room but Kas’ voice stops her. 

“Before you go, I have something to ask you.”

She nods in acknowledgement.

“Will you marry me?”

Her nose scrunches in confusion. Had she not answered this question the night before? Did he really think she would say yes after what happened that very morning?

“No.”

His reaction was much like the night before and he dismissed her without saying a word. 

When she got to her room, she made sure to close her curtains before getting ready for bed. It was rather unrealistic, but she hoped to experience the same dream again. She would much rather be in a wonderful fantasy with a handsome dream man than in the newfound nightmare her reality had become.

Unfortunately for her, she did not fall asleep as easily as the night before, but once sleep grabbed hold of her she went with it willingly.

“Fancy seeing you here.”

She sat up in her bed and looked around. The room looked mostly the same except the colors were much brighter. The walls were a pastel green instead of the dark, almost black green. Everything was still gilded and she could see little paintings of flowers scattered all around. The room had an overall brighter tone and lighter feel to it. 

Sat on the little couch near the balcony was Edward. He was dressed in a white shirt and unbuttoned trousers. There was a smirk on his face as he sat with his legs crossed, an arm spread out on the back of the couch. 

Noticing she was naked, she pulled the sheet up to her chest. “Edward?”

“The one and only.”

Dragging a hand down her face, she muttered to herself, “what kind of dream is this?”

“The best kind of dream.” He stood up from the couch and made his way to her. “The kind where your worries come to fade away,” he sat next to her on the bed, “and where only light is allowed.” He grabbed her unoccupied hand. “As long as I am around you will never not feel safe here. That I can promise you.” Staring into her eyes, he tenderly kissed the palm of her hand.

She swooned. Who was this man? How in the world had she conjured him? He was incredibly handsome, had introduced her to a new kind of pleasure, and now he was promising to keep her safe.

“Who are you,” she sighed. 

He grinned. “We’ve gone over this, mon trèsor. I,” he placed a hand on his chest, “am Edward. Although my close friends call me Eddie.” He nods at her. “You can call me Eddie.”

“I would hardly say we’re friends, I barely know you.”

Smirk on his face, he bumped shoulders with her, “I would say most friends don’t know each other as intimately as we do.”

Her jaw dropped in surprise at his statement. It was a crass way to do it, but when he put it that way, she couldn’t help but agree. Perhaps they were friends. 

He put a finger under her chin, shutting her mouth as quickly as it opened. “Close that up, before you give me any ideas.” Then he jumped off the bed. “Come,” he clapped. “Get dressed, I have much to show you.”

She did as he asked, wondering how a dream could feel so lifelike. It was almost enough to distract her from what had occurred that very morning. She decided to take it in stride, accept it for what it was. Given her circumstances, she would need all the friends she could get, no matter how unorthodox their introduction. 

It was a shame the only way she could make a friend and feel safe was in her dreams.

A/N: There it is! The first of most likely two parts. There are much darker things in store for our sweet Belle. I have a lot planned for this story, so hopefully you stick along for the ride. I hope you enjoyed it, please let me know if you did 💕 If you want to see my fics and just the fics, go check out @valthevalkyrielibrary

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson smut #dark fic #dark fantasy

[su1xcidal]

TW: KNIFE, SLIGHT BLOOD AND SCARS (kinda)

This is Eliott! He is spider-man, but in the resident evil universe!

(idk why the quality sucks so much tf help-)

#art #digital art #silly guy #oc #design #drawing #spiderverse #across the spiderverse #into the spider verse #resident evil #umbrella corporation #yeah i think thats it

[mannytoodope]

Krista: Perhaps we should start with how you’re feeling. Elliott: Not good. Krista: What’s not good right now? Elliott: Everything. Krista: Humor me with some specifics.

Elliot: How do we know if we're in control? That we're not just making the best of what comes at us, and that's it? Trying to constantly pick between two shitty options? Like your two paintings in the waiting room. Or... Coke and Pepsi? McDonald's or Burger King? Hyundai or Honda? Hmm. It's all part of the same blur, right? Just out of focus enough. It's an illusion of choice. Half of us need help picking our cable, gas, or electric. The water we drink, and our health insurance. Even if we did, would it matter? What is the difference if our only option is Blue Cross or Blue Shield? In fact, aren't they... aren't they the same? No, man... our choices were a long time ago.No, man, our options were prepaid for us a long time ago.

Krista: I’m sorry you feel you have no control.

Eliott: I thought I was doing something good. I was part of this project. I thought I was gonna be a part of something special.

#Krista Gordon #Gloria Ruben #Elliot Alderson #Rami Malek #Mr. Robot

[yisony07]

Embrace it

Elliott couldn't believe what was happening. He had heard of the mask before, but he never thought he would actually come into contact with it. Now, it was covering his entire face, slowly expanding and contorting to fit perfectly around his features.

He tried to fight it, to scream and claw at the mask, but it was no use. The mask was too powerful, and it was slowly taking over his body. As the bluish green glow surrounded his face, he couldn't help but feel aroused by the transformation.

Thanks to @kermit43 for the edited pics

The mask was like a lover, caressing his face and body with every movement. He felt a wild energy coursing through him, and he knew that he had to use it to his advantage. With newfound confidence, Eliott stood up and flexed his newly muscular body. He could feel the power within him, and he knew that he could do anything he wanted.

He walked over to his mirror, admiring the green-faced figure staring back at him. He couldn't help but feel turned on by his own reflection, and he started to explore his new body, running his hands over his bulging muscles and feeling his erection growing harder by the second.

Thanks to @greenface94 for this masked pic

He walks around his room, testing his powers. At first, he tries to remove the mask, but it's stuck on his face. He presses his fingers to the edges of the mask, feeling his skin pulsing underneath it. He feels the energy from the mask coursing through him, and it makes him incredibly horny.

He decides to explore his newfound powers. He heads out into the city, the mask's energy guiding him. People stare as he passes by, but he finds he doesn't care anymore. He's feeling too good. It's like he's on top of the world.

As the night wears on, he finds himself in a seedy bar. He spots a hot man at the far end of the bar and decides to make his move. He saunters up to him, the energy from the mask pulsing through him, making him feel confident and sexy.

The man seems charmed by his green face, and they start talking. As they chat, Elliott realizes just how much power he has. He can control people with just a twitch of his finger, and that thought makes him even more aroused.

He leans in close to the man, his green face mere inches away. The man seems fascinated by him, and Elliott can feel himself getting harder and harder. The energy from the mask is almost too much to bear.

Suddenly, Elliott leans in and kisses the man, his green tongue swirling around his lover's mouth. The man moans in pleasure, and Elliott feels himself getting harder and harder. He pulls him closer, their bodies pressed together, and they kiss hungrily.

As the night wears on, Elliott explores his new powers, fucking and sucking anyone he wants. He has never felt so alive, so free. He takes control of the men around him, bending them to his will, making them do whatever he wants.

In the morning, when the mask finally withdraws from him, he is exhausted but happy. He feels like he has explored a whole new world, and he knows he will never forget this experience. The mask has transformed him in ways he never thought possible.

From that day on, Elliott wears the mask everywhere he goes, enjoying the power and freedom it gives him. He knows that he will never go back to his old life, and he's ready to face whatever challenges come his way. With the mask on his face, he feels invincible.

#loki mask transformation #he-mask #the mask #the mask transformation #themask #male tf #male transformation #gay transformation

[asirensrage]

Ah prompts... Yandere prompts, about Eliott Spencer maybe?

"2. You know, there’s only so much you can do to ignore me when we’re this close."

🫠

No pressure or expectations, am already happy to be able to post a gif of this stud.

OKAY! This took way longer than I thought (but not as long as the other prompts in my ask box) so I'm sorry for the wait. I hope you enjoy it, even if it's not that long!

Rating: M...ish? Fandom: Leverage Pairing: Eliot x unnamed!female!oc Warnings: suggested obsession? Persistent interest despite being shut down. Sexual themes? Being trapped in a closet. I don't know what else tbh. Un-beta'd!

Honestly, she’s been in worse situations. 

She’s not worried about being trapped in what can barely count as a supply closet, or the fact that the guards are searching them. It’s the man pressed up against her, trying to protect her from whoever might open the door as he crowds her space. There isn’t any room for her to move back, but she’s tried. All she got for the trouble were the shelves digging into her back. 

She tries not to look at him, praying that they are given the go-ahead to get out of here. Or that the dark will swallow her whole. Anything to get away from the way she can feel him staring at her, from the heat of his arm around her waist. 

“You know,” his voice is soft. “There’s only so much you can do to ignore me when we’re this close.”

“I’m not ignoring you,” she murmurs. It’s a lie. She’s tried to distance herself from him since she became aware of his interest. She doesn’t believe in mingling work and pleasure. 

“Sure, sweetheart, and I’m Santa.”

“Technically, you were,” she says, thinking back on one of Parker’s favourite Christmas stories. 

“You know what I mean.” 

She does but she falls silent. The warmth of him is sinking into her and she finds herself focusing on the way he’s holding her. His grip is tight, as though he can stop her from retreating from him despite the fact that there’s nowhere for her to go. 

“Sweetheart,” his voice is laced with a warning. She swallows tightly, trying to ignore it. He bends down slightly, lips brushing her ear. “I ain’t interested in your games.”

“Then what are you interested in?” She says it before she can stop herself. 

“Thought I made that clear.” His grip tightens, as though he can pull her closer. 

“Eliot.” 

“Yeah?” His voice lowers. “You gonna tell me to stop?”

“Pretty sure the team is listening,” she mutters, trying to dissuade him. “Eliot, don’t do this.”

His lips brush her cheek. “They ain’t listening. Why you still runnin’ from me?” 

“Why are you so persistent? Can’t you take a hint?”

“Because I know when a woman’s not interested, and you are. You’re just scared.” 

She snorts. “Of what?” She won’t admit that his tenacity continues to surprise her, but she knows he’s dangerous. She’ll get lost in him if she lets him close. She also doesn’t want to be the target if his enemies decide to come after him. It’s bad enough she’s working as a part of this team. 

“That I know how to give you what you want. That you ain’t never going to want to leave.”  He lowers his face, lips pressing against her neck with a soft kiss. It’s enough to make her breath hitch and make her flinch back only to be blocked by the shelves. “Shh, it’s okay, sweetheart,” he murmurs. His thumb strokes her side where he holds her. 

“Eliot…you can have any woman you want. I’ve seen you. Why are you–why are you chasing after me?”

He pauses for a moment and she shivers when she feels him exhale across her neck. “Something about you that I can’t stop wanting.” She goes to protest and he stops her, squeezing her waist. “It ain’t the chase. Ain't anything but you.” 

She moves carefully before putting her hands on his chest. His muscles are firm under his shirt and she tries to ignore that as she pushes him slightly. He doesn’t budge. 

“Still running…” he says softly. He presses a kiss against her cheek. “You want this as much as I do. Wouldn’t be this determined if I didn’t know that, sweetheart.”

“You don’t know that.” 

He shifts, his grip tightening for a moment before his thigh pushes its way in between her legs. He pulls her closer, making her rest on it. She bites the inside of her cheek, keeping herself from making a sound at the sudden increase of pressure and friction between her legs. 

“Ain’t lying,” he says before one of his hands moves to her cheek and he bends forward, capturing her lips with his. Eliot knows how to kiss, how to ease her into opening up to him so he can deepen it. He groans as he does. It’s strange to taste him, to feel the way his grip tightens as his tongue moves against hers. Her hands on his chest clutch his shirt, unsure whether to keep him close or shove him away like her survival instincts demand. 

The door suddenly opens and Eliot is off of her faster than she can process. He takes down the first guard before going for the second. She stays where she is, mind reeling over the fact that she just gave in to him until he leans back in, looking at her. 

“Come on! We gotta move!”

She shakes the feeling out of her head before running after him. It’s fine. She just needs to get through this job and then…she’ll take a break. Get some space. 

His hand suddenly grabs hers, fingers wrapping around hers. “We’re continuing this later,” he tells her, as if he's read her mind. “You ain’t going anywhere until we do.”

She snorts. That’s what he thinks. 

(don't ask me why the team isn't listening. i'm using my artist license so i don't have to explain...aka come up with a reason. maybe they were. who knows.)

#prompts #my writing #eliot spencer x oc #leverage fic #eliot spencer fic #theinheritedduchess #that's right i'm working my way slowly through my askbox #I didnt tag anyone in this because it's a prompt...

[gay-disabled-characters-showdown]

Characters Confirmed in the Showdown

(Pretty much finalized at this point)

1.) Submissions are still open if you want to submit propaganda or a character.

2.) If you submitted a character and they are not here or on the rejected character list then it was probably an issue on our end, feel free to send us an ask about it.

3.) If you’re like, hey these are technically the same character, why are they in twice, it’s because we think it’s funny.

4.) Submissions for our sanity will probably close in like a week, we’ll see what the vibe is in a bit.

5.) There are some characters that we are still looking for propaganda for, they will be at the very bottom of the list under the cut. Additionally, we reserve the right to not use some propaganda submitted.

6.) Currently, 78/181 image descriptions are written. What this means for when the showdown will actually start? I don’t know, it’s just gonna be a while.

Superheroes:

Sun Spider / Charlotte ‘Charlie’ Webber - Spider-Man Media

Larry Trainor - Doom Patrol

Crazy Jane / Kay Challis - Doom Patrol

James ‘Bucky’ Barnes - Marvel

Joseph Wilson / Jericho - DC

Hartley Rathaway / Pied Piper - DC

Wade Wilson / Deadpool - Deadpool

Charles Xavier / Professor X - X-Men

Matt Murdock / Daredevil - Marvel Comics

Star Wars/Trek:

Julian Bashir - Star Trek: Deep Space Nine

Luke Skywalker - Star Wars

Geordi La Forge - Star Trek: The Next Generation

Data - Star Trek: The Next Generation

Elim Garak - Star Trek: Deep Space Nine

Schnn T’gai Spock - Star Trek

Seven of Nine - Star Trek Discovery

T’Pol - Star Trek Enterpise

Keyla Detmer - Star Trek Discovery

Chirrut Îmwe - Rogue One

Darth Maul - Star Wars

Anime/Manga:

Kurogane - Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle

Homura Akemi - Puella Magi Madoka Magica

Tougou Mimori - Yuuki Yunna is a Hero

Suletta Mercury - Mobile Suit Gundam: The Witch from Mercury

Qifrey - Witch Hat Atelier

Johnny Joestar - Steel Ball Run (JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure)

Hitori Gotoh - Bocchi the Rock!

Yuko ‘Isako’ Amasawa - Dennou Coil

Nodoka Hanadera / Cure Grace - Healin’ Good Precure

Crona - Soul Eater

Katsuki Yuuri - Yuri!!! On Ice

Yukari Kotozume / Cure Macaron - Kira Kira Precure a la Mode

Yoite - Nabari no Ou

Tokito Minoru - Wild Adapter

Non-English Language Media:

Rose Lavillant - Miraculous Ladybug

Heart - Moonlight Chicken

Leonardo - The Way He Looks

Xiao Xingchen - The Untamed

Wen Kexing - Faraway Wanderers

Zhou Zishu - Word of Honor

Zhou Zishu - Faraway Wanderers

Lan Wangji - The Untamed

Even - SKAM

Wei Wuxian - The Untamed

Chu Sangwoo - Semantic Error

Wen Kexing - Word of Honor

Hua Cheng - Heaven Official’s Blessing

Eliott Demaury - SKAM France

Cui Buqu - Peerless / Wushuang

Fu Shen - Golden Terrace / Huang Jin Tai

Yan Xiaohan - Golden Terrace / Huang Jin Tai

Xue Xian - Copper Coins / Tong Qian Kan Shi

Animated/TV Shows:

General Amaya - The Dragon Prince

Ballister Boldheart - Nimona

Yang Xiao Long - RWBY

Eda Clawthorne - The Owl House

Luz Noceda - The Owl House

Quinni Gallagher-Jones - Heartbreak High

Korra - Avatar: The Legend of Korra

Lapis Lazuli - Steven Universe

Norma Khan - Dead End: Paranormal Park

Ian Gallagher - Shameless

Entrapta - She-Ra and the Princesses of Power

Viktor - Arcane

Runaan - The Dragon Prince

Hiccup Haddock - How To Train Your Dragon

Robin Buckley - Stranger Things

Takashi ‘Shiro’ Shirogane - Voltron: Legendary Defender

Zuko - Avatar: The Last Airbender

Alex Manes - Roswell, New Mexico

Hunter - The Owl House

Felix - Heartstopper

Coach Ben Scott - Yellowjackets

Red Action - OK K.O.! Let’s Be Heroes

Lucius Spriggs - Our Flag Means Death

Prince Wilhelm - Young Royals

Lilith Clawthorne - The Owl House

Sameen Shaw - Person of Interest

Gobber - How To Train Your Dragon

Frankie Stein - Monster High

Lord Boxman - OK K.O.! Let’s Be Heroes

Books:

Wylan Van Eck - Six of Crows

Kessa - Rooks and Ruin

Kaz Brekker - Six of Crows

Renarin Kholin - The Stormlight Archive

Asta Headstrom - The Reckless Kind

Alexander Claremont-Diaz - Red, White & Royal Blue

Zofia Boguska - The Gilded Wolves

Tiberius ‘Ty’ Blackthorn - The Shadowhunter Chronicles

Anna Tromedlov - Hench by Natalie Zina

Havelock Vetinari - Discworld

Harrowhawk Nonagesimus - The Locked Tomb Series

Ling Chan - The Diviners Series

Shallan Davar - The Stormlight Archive

Niclays Roos - Priory of the Orange Tree (Roots of Chaos)

Wayne Terrisborn - Mistborn

Wu Zetian - Iron Widow

Spira - Tess of the Road

Artemisia of Naimes - Vespertine by Margaret Rogerson

Tunuva Melim - A Day of Fallen Night (Roots of Chaos)

Sabran IX Berethnet - Priory of the Orange Tree

Simon Snow - Carry On

Neil Josten - All for the Game

Baru Cormorant - The Masquerade Series

Percy Newton - The Gentleman’s Guide to Vice and Virtue

Adam Parrish - The Raven Cycle

Queen Shulamit - The Second Mango by Shiro Glassman

Amara - Otherbound by Corinne Duyvis

Ianthe Tridentarius - The Locked Tomb Series

Mille Roper - The Arcadia Project Series

Nico di Angelo - Percy Jackson

Jem Carstairs / Ke Jian Ming - The Shadowhunter Chronicles

Frodo Baggins - Lord of the Rings

Jesper Fahey - Six of Crows

Val Palafox - Venom and Vow

Joly - Les Misérables

Baz Pitch - Carry On

Hearthstone - Magnus Chase

Jack Zimmerman - Check Please!

Dezi - The Sunbearer Trials

Nova Huang - Mooncakes

Jack Wolcott - Wayward Children

Charlie Spring - Heartstopper

Ambrosius Goldenloin - Nimona

Andrew Minyard - All for the Game

Eduoar Corabelli II (Ed) - The Reader Trilogy / Sea of Ink and Gold

Jimmy Kaga-Ricci - I Was Born for This

Kate Rose - Cosmoknights

Erik - The Tea Dragon Society

Elphaba Tropp - Wicked

Ballister Blackheart - Nimona

Video Games:

Floofty Fizzlebean - Bugsnax

Snorpy Fizzlebean - Bugsnax

Olivia - Fear and Hunger 2: Termina

Saki Tenma - Project Sekai

Daan - Fear and Hunger

Scavenger - Arknights

Snake - Zero Escape

Patchouli Knowledge - Touhou Project

Riku - Kingdom Hearts

Link - Legend of Zelda

Kuruto Ryuki - AI: The Somnium Files

Loam Arnault - Entropic Float

Ignis Scientia - Final Fantasy XV

Billie Lurk - Dishonered

Shane - Stardew Valley

Chicory - Chicory: A Colorful Tale

Gaige - Borderlands

Eichi Tenshouin - Ensemble Stars!!

Patricia Tannis - Borderlands Series

Alistair Hammerlock - Borderlands

Kin Kitsuragi - Disco Elysium

Harry du Bois - Disco Elysium

Blade - Honkai Star Rail

Other Media:

Lenore Vandernacht - Nevermore on Webtoon

Ashton Greymoore - Critical Role

Kale Romarin - Leif & Thorn

Melanie King - The Magnus Archives

Tedd Verres - El Goonish Shive

Valerie Day - Paranatural

Ayda Aguefort - Dimension 20

Jace Beleren - Magic: The Gathering

Will Kenrith - Magic: The Gathering

Arthur Lester - Malevolent

Hebe Harrison - Doctor Who

Hermann Gottlieb - Pacific Rim

Isabella Peretti - ValorPUNK

Sydney October Sargent - Camp Here and There

Zolf Smith - Rusty Quill podcast

Rudyard Funn - Wooden Overcoats

Merle Highchurch - The Adventure Zone: Balance

Jedidiah A.A. Martin - Camp Here and There

Jonathan Sims - The Magnus Archives

Juno Steel - The Penumbra Podcast

Buddy Aurinko - The Penumbra Podcast

Vespa Ilkay - The Penumbra Podcast

Princess Sapphia of Mytilene - High Class Homos

Ricky Potts - Ride the Cyclone

Characters we’d really like propaganda for:

Zuko - Avatar: The Last Airbender

Prince Wilhelm - Young Royals

Ambrosius Goldenloin - Nimona (book not movie)

Hermann Gottlieb - Pacific Rim

Andrew Minyard - All for the Game

Katsuki Yuuri - Yuri!!! On Ice

Jimmy Kaga-Ricci - I Was Born for This

Ballister Blackheart - Nimona (book not movie)

Vash the Stampede - Trigun (We’ve seen decent evidence for this character qualifying but without a submission we won’t include him)

#lgbtq disabled characters showdown #disabled characters #lgbtq characters #polls #poll #disability #lgbtq

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🖊🖊

Been thinking a lot about TURN: Washington’s Spies and the American Revolution lately. So here’s every original character I can theoretically stick into that universe… @eurydicefades 🫡

American Revolution podcast.

American Revolution: playlist.

TURN: playlist.

Benjamin Tallmadge: playlist.

Rococo playlist.

French History podcast.

In no particular order…

Audrey: based on Kitty Fisher and Charlotte Hayes, born 1750, turned 1780 at the age of 30. Well-to-do sex worker, coquette, disowned daughter of a Viscount. Abolitionist. She/they, bisexual-polyam. Vampire.

Camille: based on Mary Wollstonecraft and various French Revolution ladies. Audrey’s half sister, unlike her, never disowned, still hates her Viscount father. Abolitionist, anti-monarchist, pamphlet writer, and social climber. Turned into a vampire in 1790. She/her, bi. Vampire.

Artémise: Dutch and Black-Creole New York socialite, spy for the culper ring, and violinist. An informant, a fashionista, bit of diva, excellent listener. Will sell you out to Benjamin Tallmadge. She/her, bi.

Benjamin Fisher: Benjamin Tallmadge, vampire/anti-hero arc. He/him, bi (closeted). Staff to Washington, from New York, trying really hard to be good, but vampirism won’t let him. Turned by Audrey in 1781. Vampire.

Charles: Colonel in the British army. Good at following orders, only doesn’t like his job. It’s a constant existential crisis, he knows neither side is right, he’s sworn to the British by duty not by choice. Scottish and French, English born. Based vaguely on Ross Poldark. He/him, bi. Has a deceased wife and daughter he’s still mourning.

Eliott: Spy for the British army. Follows orders for social gain and security, not cause he wants to. Poet turned spy, he/him, bi. Much like Tallmadge, he is a young man, having control taken from him far too often. Really just doesn’t want to be hung as a traitor to the crown. Irish and Catholic. Hates all of the army, expect Major André and Simcoe.

Carlotta aka Charlotte: French socialite, unknowing informant to the Patriots. She/her, bi. Somewhere between culper ring spy and French nobility looking to escape France due to pending revolution back home. 1/2 characters here who are not made for battle situations.

Edith: Maryland based loyalist, loyalist out of love for her family. She/her, bi (closeted). Catholic but very English. A civilian caught in a bad situation, didn’t do anything wrong, unless love for one’s family is a sin. Honestly reminds me of a Liberty’s Kids character and Sarah Livingston (Turn) but younger. Of marriageable age (24), good natured, well meaning, loyalty to what she deems moral just has her in a bad situation.

Harriet: Boston based dress maker and painter, sometimes pamphlet writer. Free woman of global majority (colour), Black and Welsh. She/her, bi. Yet another civilian caught in a war they didn’t ask for. Declares neutrality to survive, probably more on the side of the continental army, but she’d rather not the gallows.

Verity, Nancy & Sally/the tombeor polycule: their last name isn’t actually their last name, it’s a French title meaning “performer.” Like a code name. A polycule of three black/Irish sex worker women who are all dating each other and their clients, at the same time, she/her(s) all bi-poly-sapphic. Sex workers and spies for the culper ring, but their loyalty isn’t a cheap. Technically they declare themselves neutral in the war, it’s all lies.

#meera answers #ashfordlabs #answered #oc: Audrey #oc: camille #oc: artémise #oc: Benjamin fisher #oc: charles #oc: Eliott Baird #oc: Carlotta #oc: edith #oc: Harriet #oc: verity #oc: sally #oc: Nancy #18th century #american revolution #turn: washington's spies #bisexual #turn washington's spies #amc turn #turn amc #queer #lgbtq+ #vampires #monstrous other #writing historical fiction #historical fiction #writing horror #gothic horror

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A few days ago I asked my professor what exactly did he mean by telling us that we can "do a presentation for one of the classes and get bonus points". He told me that it could be on some event, some personal story, a phenomenon that we have noticed and yadda yadda. I told him that I might have an idea in mind. He then proceeded to once again list all of the possible "concepts" that could be used for that presentation, however this time he added one onto the list. He said "[...] it could even be about an interest, a hobby of yours."

This would've been a completely normal experience if it wasn't for the fact that he looked directly at me with a wide smile and added "And I know that you have a very interesting hobby, miss! I remember from our class last semester!"

Normally I'd be happy that someone listened to my rambling, but the situation that he was referring to was that one time when I prepared a report on deviance based on the story of Al Capone and Eliott Ness and then proceeded to talk about it for over 15 minutes. THIS is what he meant by "an interesting hobby". This man looked me straight in the eyes and told me that he remembers my lil' rant about mafia and alcohol. Like, I'm kinda happy about this, it's nice that he remembered something like this out of all the reports that he watched last semester, but at the same time I was standing there, in front of him, with a dumb smile on my face as I came to the conclusion that, sadly, my actions have consequences. 🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️

This was literally me.

#he's now expecting me to talk more about my silly little passion #how do i get out of this #if this is supposed to be something with a connection to me directly how can i talk about murder #what's gonna be next a 5 page essay on mindhunter???