#gave him those black sclera eyes too for it

[rizardofether]

My playthrough with my deep gnome wizard Davlen has been rough. Not only has it been really glitchy, he has had terrible luck, not to mention generally how terribly things go in the story itself

Only barely rolled high enough to save Shadowheart

Learned that if you don't indulge Astarion and go check out the bushes, he fucking tackles you to the ground. Davlen managed to roll high enough dex to get away at least

His icon is just gone most of the time

Now, this one's not a glitch and more just slow loading issue but it looks so funny

He also completely beefed it at noticing he was being robbed. It took me a second time for him to actually notice he was robbed, though he didn't notice the robbing itself.

This then led to my clip of the endless Mol cycle where Mol kept talking to me and I couldn't escape. I had to reload my previous save. Which was inbetween my first and second robbing.

This time Davlen noticed he was being robbed, finally catching the thief red handed. But still clueless that he had already been robbed, which led to this line. It sure was interesting to see cause so far my characters had caught being stolen from before anything was taken.

They gave me this pickpocket's bag and money. They stole my camp supplies sack though. So I guess that's gone for forever now.

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #davlen #why is he green? just because :) #i enjoy a little unnaturally colourful skintones #and green is my favourite colour so it's a common choice for me #very glad the game let's you pick from all the colours available #gave him those black sclera eyes too for it #he sure has been rolling lots of nat 1s huh #miserable little man having a terrible time #this all happened in the first 6 hours of his playthrough #and now it's been another 6 hours with nothing in particular happening

[circeyoru]

Yandere Alastor react to soul owner reader it hurt [ again ] but this time it's a badly injury.

Let's just say the reader got sneak attack by some demon.

[ Who ever that demon is Alastor not going let that demon go in the most peaceful way ever ]

Nothing much I just want to see Alastor being really protected and in his true form.

After he's finished with that demon Alastor quickly helped the reader and being really really protected if anyone getting a bit just a little bit too close Alastor well standing at deadly also really clingy like cleaning more than usual.

[ I think the reader understand why but get a bit annoying but understand why ]

That's all I got like I said before stay healthy and strong don't forget to drink water too!

Go to MASTERLIST for the works. This ask is for {Unwanted Souls}.

I gotcha! I'm setting this as before Alastor gave you his soul. We don't have enough moments for those times. So this one will be a bit long~

Enjoy!

It was a simple shopping trip. One simple shopping trip. In and out. As simple as that. A 3-year-old would have gotten things done as easily. But nooooo. This is Hell, things are bound to be troublesome.

Like this stupid scene.

"Ugh..." You gripped onto your dominant arm, a big gush that covered your arm with blood oozing out of it. One of your eyes squeezed shut from the pain, and you sat in the debris of what remained on the shelves of canned food. Your legs had long given out from the knockout and impact. "What's your problem?"

"Maybe you should have given me everything, instead of being such a f**ker and act all cool and sh*t." The demon snarled, picking up a random beer bottle to aim another throw.

You closed your eyes shut; you just have to take it and let this stupid demon have his fun unless it was of a sexual nature, then you can heal yourself and get home to your comfortable anime and music. Your body tensed as you mentally prepared what's to come.

Only, it didn't. Instead, there was a loud static that rang.

Your good eye opened and widened a bit when you saw the scene in front of you.

"Dear, you were taking a while. I knew I should have come with you instead of standing guard." Alastor's radio-filtered voice growled threateningly while his antlers grew in size and length. His sclera turned black, his iris glowed red, and his form enlarged to tower over the market shelves.

"Your funeral.." You sighed as your book holster, picking out your book and turning to a page to rip it out and blow at it. A transparent jelly-like substance dome formed around you, a barrier. "Honest, I warned you."

The demon laughed, "You think this is intimidating? Sure, go ahead and kill me. Demons can't die unless with those flying f**ker's f**king weapons anyway!"

You rolled your eyes. At this point, this demon was being a complete idiot that death was too good of an end to give. "Yeah... A quick and painless death is not exactly his style." Your eyes wandered to the side, "Ask the souls in his broadcast later on."

"Broadcast?" The demon turned its head back to Alastor, fear and regret on its face. "What..."

You tried your best to ignore the demon's screams and Alastor's maniacal laughter. The nearby demons also tried but failed to leave the vicinity. But it was hard to ignore the occasional blood splatters that came in contact with your shield dome, every time red came into your peripheral vision, you unconsciously flinched. It has gotten to the point that there were limbs thrown all around the place. You shouldn't have glanced over to Alastor because you saw him devouring a demon whole in his giant form.

You turned away. Sure Hell was disturbing and you watch similar things, but this was so much different when experiencing in real life. Not to mention, Alastor was your roommate at the moment. At times like these that you wonder if he even needed you saving him from that time.

Silently, you took out your pages to weakly scribble on the page for a light form of healing. When you were done, there wasn't a wound on your body to prove your pain or the torn clothes. Still, you didn't move because you didn't want to be a moving target to the crazy psycho demon who was having his fun.

The last straw was made when the demon's mangled body was dragged into the shadows while claws tried to save its fate. "Hey! Help me! Please! I'm sorry! Mercy!"

Alastor grinned, enjoying and savouring the pleading demon that was showing the two of you such a pitiful display. The sick joy he felt when he brought the poor thing to your mercy. Oh, this has to be love. He can't imagine another being taking away attention that was rightfully his but you.

And that cold and indifferent in your eyes, that pretty face that only displayed the hint of annoyance and disgust to the demon. "Like I told you when you first stupidly approached me: You'll regret talking to me."

Alastor's head snapped to the side, the shadows dragged the demon into his cane. Screams of the demon echoed but then silence came. Another voice of screams to the endless broadcast of torture.

As quick as it started, it ended. Alastor shrank down, fixing up his outfit before his eyes wandered to where you were. He made quick strides to you and bowed in a manner that was so familiar to a certain character. "My Dear, everything's dealt with."

The barrier dropped after a few seconds when you accessed that he was speaking the truth. It was more in the way of knowing he wouldn't direct his bloodthirsty destruction onto you as well. Since you weren't very nice to him, "So it would appear."

Alastor's eyes narrowed while his smile grew, solely focused on your weakened self. "May I carry you back? I can't imagine letting myself watch you limp through the streets!"

You looked away with a scowl and a slight frown, you didn't want to admit it, but you were in no condition to walk back and your healing took a bit out of you. "Fine. Just this once."

Swiftly, without missing a beat, Alastor already had you in his arms like one would carry a princess or lady. "Wonderful! I'll treasure this moment!"

You made yourself comfortable, you knew Alastor would take the long way home, you played with your fingers while you listened to his heartbeat that was a bit fast. You peeked up at him, he was keeping a watchful eye on the demons around.

"Don't get used to this. You're leaving soon."

Alastor didn't say anything, but his laugh told you he saw it as one hell of a joke.

Later on when you look back on this moment, you'll be wondering if that was meant for him to hear, or yourself.

#Circe's Nighty Writings #alastor imagine #alastor x reader #alastor x y/n #alastor x you #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor headcanons #hazbin hotel fanfiction #alastor #hazbin hotel oneshots #yandere alastor #yandere alastor x reader #yandere hazbin hotel #alastor fanfiction #hazbin hotel imagines #Unwanted Soul

[hazbinfallinginaspiral]

Be a Doll (my Vox/reader AU)

Cw: Manipulation, mind control, power imbalance, Vox being a little shit

This is a brief example of how the dynamic goes in this AU, and it’s more put together than my original post on it. For those who don’t know, I’ll give a brief summary of how this works.

Vox is incredibly manipulative, possessive, harsh, and abusive here! He is not a good person in this AU.

This isn't meant for kids! Anyone who is sensitive to or may have a negative reaction to these topics should stop reading now.

Vox possesses a potent hypnotic ability, manifested through the swirling black and red patterns that engulf the sclera of his left eye. With a mere glance, he can plunge individuals into a trance, rendering them obedient to his will. While this ability is primarily used to assert control over his surroundings and manipulate those around him, Vox has honed it to a fine art, utilizing it with precision and finesse.

One particular application of Vox's hypnotic power is seen in his interactions with his assistants. Through the use of a trigger phrase, "be a doll" coupled with a simple command, Vox can compel his assistants to carry out tasks without question or hesitation. This trigger phrase serves as a direct link to their subconscious, bypassing their conscious will and leaving them unaware of their lack of control- but only if he wants. Sometimes, he enjoys seeing the pain in someone's eyes as they're forced to do something they rather wouldn't do, so sometimes, he leaves them aware of what's happening and makes sure they know that they're completely unable to stop it.

Moreover, Vox has extended this hypnotic influence to select individuals in his personal life, including significant others. By implanting the trigger phrase and conditioning them to respond to it, he effectively ensures their compliance and obedience in various situations. This manipulation is subtle yet effective, as those under his influence are often unaware of just how deep this power goes until it's far too late.

This is the premise of my 'Be a Doll' AU. Actual short story/example is just below, if you’re interested!

As Vox lounged on the luxurious sofa in his opulent penthouse, he turned his attention to me. I stood nearby, browsing the bookshelf for something good. With a mischievous smirk playing on his lips, he made a decision.

“Darling,” He called, getting my attention.

I turned to him, putting a book back on its shelf. “Yeah? Whats up?” I asked, walking over.

“You know I love you, right?” Vox asked, placing his hand under my chin and lifting my face up towards his.

“Of course,” I said, with a soft smile. I laughed a little, finding this sudden kind moment from him to be odd. I reached over and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. Or, what would be his cheek if his face wasn’t a flat screen TV. “And I love you, too.”

“Good,” he said with a satisfied nod. His smile grew bigger as he watched me get back up to continue looking for a book to read. “You won’t mind if I try something, would you?” He asked, trying to downplay his request and what he was actually going to ask.

“Depends,” I said, now a bit suspicious. I crossed my arms and leaned against the bookshelf, regarding him in a calculating manner, trying to figure out what he wanted. “What is it?”

“Oh, nothing much…” Vox said with a dismissive wave of his hand. “It won’t be a problem, doll. Trust me.”

I froze for a moment. That was all I needed to know. “No,” I said immediately, snapping out of my thoughts. Whenever he dropped that word, what came next was inevitable. “No, not tonight, Vox,” I said sternly, trying to stand my ground. “I’m not in the mood.”

“Oh? But I promise it’s not a big deal,” Vox said, feigning surprise and pretending to be hurt by my refusal. “You know I wouldn’t hurt you, don’t you? You know that I love you.”

I paused for a moment. “I know,” I said, slightly hesitant. “But I still don’t want to… there’s a difference, Vox. I just…”

“You don’t trust me?” He asked, acting hurt and pained. He knew exactly how to push my buttons.

“No, no- I mean- I just-” I tripped over my own words, trying to explain why I was so uncomfortable with the idea. “I.. I trust you,” I said, quieter.

“Good girl,” Vox purred, grinning. He’d gotten me right where he wanted me. “I knew you’d come around. So, you don’t have a problem with me testing something out, do you, doll?”

I hesitated a moment before shaking my head. “I… I guess not,” I said softly. I was upset with myself. Why couldn’t I stand my ground? He’d looked so hurt when I went against him… I didn’t want him to be upset with me. It was simple, a small thing. He said he wouldn’t hurt me, he said it wasn’t a big deal. I had to believe him. I loved him, and I trusted him. There was no reason to make such a big deal out of this, right? It’d be fine. I’d be fine.

"Good. Now, be a doll and come over here," Vox murmured softly, his voice laced with command, as he gestured for me to approach him.

I stiffened slightly, my eyes glazing over and my mind going blank. Without hesitation, I felt my body responding to his directive, moving towards him with a grace and fluidity that seemed almost unnatural. My movements were soft, docile, as if I was a marionette being controlled by invisible strings.

"Be a doll and give me a kiss," Vox commanded, his tone expectant as he leaned closer to me.

My lips met his without resistance, the kiss tender yet obedient, as if I were merely fulfilling a scripted role in a play.

"Good girl," Vox purred, his voice dripping with satisfaction. He smiled and ruffled my hair playfully. "Be a doll for me for the next five minutes and show me how much you love me."

I sat on his lap, giving him gentle kisses all along his screen. From the edges to the center to below his eyes, each one combined with a whisper of devotion or a sweet nothing. “I love you,” I whispered, kissing the edge of his lips. “I’m nothing without you,” I murmured, planting a kiss near his right eye. “I need you,” I said, giving him a trail of gentle kisses that traveled down to his neck.

“There’s my good little doll,” Vox said with a grin. He tugged on my hair, pulling me closer and positioning me how he wanted. I complied without resistance, letting him move me with ease. “Such a nice, beautiful, obedient little thing…” he murmured. He grabbed my face and gently but firmly tilted it towards his, so I was looking him directly, so he could see the power he held over me reflected in my glazed and distant eyes. A telltale sign I was under his control. A key indicator I was all his.

He knew what he was doing. He purposefully didn’t return a single kiss, didn’t react to what I was saying. He gave me a crumb of praise, a taste of his approval and it left me hungry for more. I was his little doll, I had to make him happy.

With a sense of slight desperation I leaned into his touch, nuzzling my face against his hand slightly. I looked at him, seeming fragile, my expression delicate and perfect, not a single thing out of place. Exactly like a doll. I tugged gently on his sleeve and whispered softly, “I love you, I love you,” my words a plea for affection and kindness in return. I needed him.

Meanwhile, Vox reveled in the absolute power and control he held over me, a smirk playing on his lips as he basked in the adoration and submission he commanded from his little doll.

#hazbin hotel vox #hazbin hotel #hazbin vox #vox x reader #x reader #reader insert #fem reader #my writing #writing #ao3 writer #my au #vox #vox is in hell for a reason #mind control #manipulation #be a doll #hazbin hotel fanfiction #vox fanfiction

[kit-williams]

Sleeping Fields

Nostraman is said to be poetic sounding right? I've been binging this Dzivia's stuff recently and heard this one today... and Anrir wormed his way into my mind... I think this is Belarusian but just SLAVS throws hands into the air

This should be a short fic

Tag list: @bispecsual @egrets-not-regrets @moodymisty @bleedingichorhearts @liar-anubiass-blog @thevoidscreams

Amir sobbed as you did your best to calm him down but it just was one of those nights that he wouldn't sleep... out of everyone else in the nursery he was the only one awake. You bounced him over your shoulder as you rubbed his back... gave him the oral paste... fed him... everything. He would frown and fuss if you tried singing to him and you were getting tired. You watched Amir suddenly stop as his eyes focused on something in the dark. You swallowed as you looked over your shoulder at Anrir slowly slinking out of the dark.

Fussy hands reached out for the paternal figure as this was a problem with many of the children... they were very comfortable around their paternal figure causing many of the caretakers here to fear giving Anrir their charge worried if it will look badly upon them but out of the roughly ten or so children here being taken care of... you knew that sometimes they just wanted their... father if you could call him that.

"Now why are you up Amir?" He cooed flipping some of his hair over his shoulder to keep Amir from grabbing it and pulling... some of your strands of hair in between his tiny fingers. The black sclera of Amir blended in with the dark but contrasted by the light grey of his eyes... in time his eye color would develop and most likely turn an almost black like his father.

"He doesn't want to sleep." You said tiredly.

A deep timber fills the air as the low tones of a song rumble out of a chest meant for bellowing orders... snarling like an animal... being barely human while still counting as human... as the poetic tongue of the droning lullaby doesn't match the body it comes out of. You watch Amir let out a big yawn, his tiny body stiffening for a moment just like before he sneezes.

Anrir hums for a bit before continuing his song... it sounds far too pretty for his mouth... sounds like it should come out of a kinder man... a far more romantic creature then what sings it. Your eyes slowly droop as the song sounds so comforting and inviting... but knowing Anrir it's probably about something horrible... but it's so... relaxing.

He feels Amir's heart relax as he sings him the Nostroman lullaby. He looks over to you seeing how his lullaby also worked on you... How Amir buried his face into his chest as he walked over to you and easily picked you up in his other arm feeling your face nuzzle into his neck as he continued to sing. He could wake you up... but he enjoyed the feeling of your breath against his skin as he assigned another caretaker to watch Amir for the rest of the night as he took you out of the nursery for the night.

The ending of the lullaby breathing in your ear softly... gently... as you weren't on this cold ship... you were back home in a field as insects chirped at night... знішчыць.... знішчыць.... знішчыць.... знішчыць.... знішчыць... he whispered to her as the door to his room closed behind them.

#warhammer 40k #songfic? #oc: Anrir Nor #night lords #audio #x reader #Listen it's really good #Nostromo #Nostroman is said to sound poetic #and that Konrad has a very slavic heavy theme #I heard this and couldn't stop myself #Youtube

[silvergolddraco28]

Shadow and Bone- Open roleplay- shadowpeach

What do you get when you mix a manipulative bone spirit with an obsessed shadow searching other worlds for their ‘lost’ mate and willing to do anything to bring their ‘mate’ home and to his senses?

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Cold amber pupils set in icy blue sclera flicked over the many small balls of floating bone and shadow…

looking…

searching…

watching…

Long black claws in a semi tanned hand plucked one of the small orbs looking at the victors of the fight. Cold eyes zeroed in on the golden humanoid monkey looking tiredly at the cheering group while glancing at a black humanoid monkey. A small flash of pain crossed the golden monkey’s face before it was covered up under a mask. “There you are Peaches…”

The cold eyes shifted to the humanoid black monkey a slight scowl crossing the being lips. “…Soon… you’ll be back home… safe and sound…” a black claw tenderly ran over the zoomed-in face of the Golden monkey before switching over to the black one. “But first… to remove the competition…”

()()()()

A golden humanoid monkey sat calmly on a stone in the middle of a river not very far from a waterfall casually dressed in only a pair of black pants with a few bandages around the ends and a simple sash tied at the side around his hips as he meditated to clean and cleanse his body of the leftover icy magic he could still feel on his back just crawling under the skin. Golden eyes opened as the monkey gave out a frustrated groan. “Why isn't this working!? It's been a month and I can't get it out!” the Golden monkey ranted in anger and frustration as they stood.

They stepped into the shallow water marching up to the falls and dunked themselves under the cool waters to wash away the frustration so they could try again. They stilled when they felt a presence even though they had asked to be left alone for the day. “Who’s there?!” the Golden monkey called out hands fisted and body tense as he looked around noting the silence that before had been filled with forest life.

A tall figure in a white hooded cloak that slowly faded to a pale purple stepped out of the forest with frost spreading out under them. The Golden monkey shifted his stance. “Who are you? How did you get past my wards?” the Golden monkey demanded.

The figure remained silent as the Golden monkey growled. “I’ll ask one more time who are you and how did you get here?” he demanded of the cloaked being.

“I simply walked in.” The figure spoke, their voice warped enough that the Golden monkey had to pin back his ears from the sound.

“No one but those I permit can pass those wards.” the Golden monkey stated with fact before he moved to attack the cloaked being.

The being easily dodged the Golden monkey’s fast fists before catching one of them in his hand with a firm grip. Golden eyes widened for a second before Frost started to crawl up the Golden monkey’s arm from the caught fist making it numb.

The Golden monkey tried to pull his fist away but the grip was far too firm leaving him no choice but to break the hold.

The Golden monkey struck with a kick only for the figure to easily pin the leg to his side while warped chuckling came from the cloaked being. “You’ve improved… but I'm still better Peaches.”

The Golden monkey stilled with his eyes shrinking slightly before he growled. “Who are you!?”

The figure was a tall tan skinned monkey of about eight foot even with long white fur that had an icy blue tint with six lotus petal ears all in different shades of blue with pale purple edging that matched the monkey’s blue-tinted sclera with pale purple irises. The monkey looked much older then the one the Golden monkey knew. Said golden monkey growled. “Stop playing games Macaque! Now let go!” the Golden monkey ordered.

Instead, the tail of the other weaved behind the Golden monkey and touched the cold spot on his back sending an icy cold through the Golden one's body and causing his limbs to go slack and numb unable to move. ‘What the-!?’ the Golden monkey was caught in a firm hold pressed to a chilled chest under the cloak as his head was lovingly nuzzled by the taller monkey. “I’m here now Shihou and you won't be leaving me ever again.”

‘I can’t move!’ the Golden monkey thought in panic as he was picked up in a bridle-hold with his head tucked close in the monkey’s neck as more cold seeped into his body making him drowsy. [Mac… Help…] the Golden one mentally called out before the cold caused him to fully shut down unconscious.

The taller monkey purred happily as he pulled his cloak closed allowing the Golden monkey he held to ‘rest’ against him just as he had done long ago.

“Lets go home Shihou… that imposter is already there waiting for his punishment for keep you from me.” the White monkey spoke as he clasped a necklace around the Golden monkey’s throat.

A blue-tinted portal of shadows opened before them as the white monkey stepped through entering a majestic bedroom of pale icy blues and pale purples with a rich black nest-like bed in the very center of the room curtained by sheer lilac drapes to keep in body heat.

A low growling sound came from the left of the figure who scowled as his cold gaze fell upon the black monkey currently bound in diamond chains with a tight muzzle on his face and a silver band around his forehead that looked like angry eyebrows. “You lost your chance a long time ago. Shihou is mine. At least your rotting corpse will be good for something with how badly you have failed.”

The White monkey continued his path to the bed with pale purple shadows opening the sheer curtains as he tenderly placed Wukong’s limp form on the bed clearing up the frost on the Golden fur completely oblivious to the purplish blue tint to Wukong’s lips and limbs nor the subtle shivering the Golden monkey was doing in his unconscious state. Instead, the White monkey proceeded to strip Wukong of his wet pants and bandages tossing them into a shadow as he grabbed something else from the shadows and pulled out a peach-pink outfit and easily used his pale purple shadows to dress Wukong’s form. “Perfect.” the White monkey nodded as he stepped back letting the curtains close so Wukong could ‘rest’ in peace. “Try anything and that muzzle will be the least of your problems corpse.” the White monkey coldly stated to the black one before he vanished in a whirl of snow followed by the chains on the black monkey coming undone.

TBC… hopefully

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#lmk au #fanfiction #lego monkie kid #shadowpeach #sun wuking x macaque #six eared macaque #lmk rp #sun wukong x macaque #sun wukong #lmk sun wukong #liu er mihou #lady bone demon

[mr-orion]

ok I must have more lore on this Icarus I keep seeing since I’m officially in love with him and want to kiss

he and I should kiss

also may I draw him bc that drawing you posted of him gossiping tickles my brain so much-

"I guess if the inspiration strikes... me being your muse must happen."

Oh boy. He's a bit of a firecracker and not very PG. He's in fact, kind of mean. As for the kissing, you and Ray both, though I think Icarus will shake you down for all your cash before you start getting any affection. As for drawing, yeah! I'm always grateful for any drawings and honestly treasure each one I get!

I don't see the harm in saying it as it is. He's a prostitute and escort. Man is raking in the big bucks working under Stags INC. The only reason Ray and him are friends is because Icarus has a lot of intel on the people manning the cartels. While Ray initially got his cooperation by bargaining to sweep his drug use under the carpet, he found Ray is a fun guy and not too sleazy to be around. Plus he's fun to tease, which is Icarus' favorite thing.

He's a Stav'raw, as opposed to Ray who is an Auveri. Unlike Ray he cannot fly. He has dense bones and his wings are only good for a glide. Which, he doesn't preen them. He was never taught so he is absolutely matted with feathers he hasn't thought to pull out. He's actually much more vibrant but because he's so fucking crusty with feathers from his whole existence you can't really tell. Additionally the sclera of his eyes is black. Along with his mouth and lips. He also gave himself a split tongue.

He comes from a very neglectful household with a mother who was a first generation Earthian and a non-existent father. He found his profession as a way out of that bad situation. Though Icarus' dream job is being able to help kids someday. He wants to be a pediatrician for alien children, believing that if one adult had noticed the abuse happening to him he could have been helped.

While Icarus doesn't think he'll make it because of his job history, Ray encourages him. Also reassures him that there are other ways he can help people. While Icarus is bummed he's only just starting to get into the 9 years of schooling at 28, he remains hopeful.

His hobbies consist of video games, nursing classes, clubbing, taking his dogs for walks along the beach, and riding his motorcycles around.

Another fun fact is that this man is absolutely the best of friends with Rays older brother Rowan. Though he has no clue the two are related because they look nothing alike and it's just never comes up. It will be chaos when all three of them figure it out and Rowan tries to beat him for trying to rizz up his beloved sibling. Ray will also get a scolding for bringing sweet, innocent Icarus into his less ethical detective practices. Ha.

Additionally, in freak coincidence Rowans child, is also his niece! He genuinely had no clue until one night in a deep conversation his best friend opened up about how similar Icarus looks to his niece, Onyx's egg donor. Icarus developed an even deeper hatred for his twin sister that night upon Rowan opening up even more about what his sister did to him. (It gets real fucking dark, so I'll spare those details.)

Icarus absolutely hates talking about his blood relations unless its Onyx. Who he treasures deeply and is so proud of. And by proxy Rowan. Of course. Who is his bro, his best friend, his pogchamp.

I can't think of much more, if you want to know something specific please feel free to send more asks!

#art #ocs #character art #my ocs #sketch #drawing #digital drawing #digital #oc ramble

[lookwhatyoudidithasanxiety]

Solar Character Ref

He/him, pan; 5'7; regresses as old as 7 and as young as 3 (tends to stick to the younger age range now), goes nonverbal when especially upset

All flat teeth, no fangs.

Has a crack in his faceplate over his left eye from where his Moon hit him. His left eye is also damaged from his Moon forcibly removing it once, he had to put it back in himself.

Right eye is white with black pupil, left eye has black sclera and a gold pupil. He has difficulty seeing clearly through his damaged eye, so he sometimes has to turn his head to see things better.

Body is covered in various dings and dents. Some from the kids, some from Midnight...

No paws or claws.

Practices witchcraft, identifies as pagan.

Poppy called him bumble, bumblebee, and honeybee. Sun calls him bug when he's regressed.

The body he was put into is a basic solar model. It's orange, but everything about it was initially simple and basic. He gave himself upgrades that allow him to run off of a single charge for days at a time.

Has arthritis in his hands. Not only due to past physical trauma, but also from working nonstop on various projects. He wears his gloves to not only increase his grip strength and protect his hands, but to also mitigate some of the sensory overload he experiences.

Head of maintenance and had to run the daycare all by himself while in his own dimension.

I haven't explicitly said if he has autism (I left that up to interpretation since I don't want to misrepresent it), but he does have sensory processing disorder. He can't stand loud noises, bright lights, or just general over-stimulation (Yeah. Running the daycare was not great...)

"Ya weren't supposed to see that..." "He's...he's gone? Don't we have a backup? Or maybe we can restore his systems!" "No, come on. You don't have time to be sick right now. You're just tired. You're just tired." "Watch over these toys fer Papa, they're really special to 'im. An' I need someone big an' strong ta watch 'em and keep 'em safe. Can ya do that?"

Relationships with:

Sun: Solar still has days where he looks at Sun and sees his own Sun. In fact, when he crashes into regression (because this guy almost never willingly does), he still sees Sun as his Poppy. Not being able to see well out of one eye doesn't help things. But him and Sun get along well! He and Solar have mandated self-care days together, Harvest sometimes joins, and they all have tea together and unwind.

Moon: He and Moon get along really well. They spend a lot of time together engineering and working on tech. But every once in a while, Solar has to remind himself of where he is and who he's with. This isn't his Moon. He knows it.... When he regresses, he sometimes can't be anywhere near Moon. Other times, he wants 'Mama' (and who is Moon to deny him?).

Harvest: Like Harvest and Moon, Solar and Moon spend time together just sitting and watching the chaos. Harvest is trying to teach him how to knit, and he's slowly starting to pick it up.

Bloody: You would think that Solar wouldn't get along well with Bloody because of how high energy he is. On the contrary, Solar is drawn to it and you can find him tossing balls of yarn for him (much to Sun's chagrin, those are his 100% WOOL SKEINS-). Bloody is on the opposite end of the sensory spectrum; where Solar tends to be overstimulated, Bloody seeks out stimulation. But that means that Bloody has plenty of stim toys and things he can share with Solar. Bloody also likes to curl up on Solar's lap for head scratches.

Lunar: Solar tends to either be getting Lunar out of trouble or encouraging the chaos. Solar saw him when they first met and immediately adopted him. Yeah, no, he'll gladly take over watching Lunar every time he's regressed from now on, thanks. Solar is like an older brother to Lunar, and they regularly play Minecraft together.

Kill Code: Solar isn't really sure what to think of Kill Code. He's honestly still confused how he exists, but he doesn't question it too much. As long as he doesn't hurt his family friends, he'll just keep an eye on him...

Past Relationships:

Poppy: Poppy was immediately accepting of him when he first came to be. They worked out a system that allowed both of them to have control of the body at different times. They were also Solar's primary caregiver, especially when Midnight and Poppy had their disagreement. They did their very best to keep Solar from seeing Midnight's true colors and their frequent arguments, but they weren't able to. Poppy was the one to teach Solar witchcraft and herbalism, and Solar still strives to make them proud of him...

Midnight: Solar learned a lot of what he knows about mechanics and engineering from his Moon. He didn't realize his true colors for a long time because Poppy kept it hidden from him so well. Until that point, Midnight was his other caregiver and Solar even called him Mama.

Midnight is the one that caused the majority of Solar's damage. He sometimes didn't even state a reason for when he'd 'punish' him, he'd just grab him and hurt him. Solar prefers to do his own repairs, he doesn't trust anyone else to really do them.

#lwyd nice eclipse #em speaks #mun speaks #character ref #character reference #finally done! #gosh that took way too long...

[chaoticcat32]

Feral Bat Eddie 🦇

“Just… ugh! How’d they even do that!?”

Eddie shrieked in rage, angry at the fact that they defeated his well planned, thought out encounter with the bbeg. They just defeated him, in one round of combat, not even!

“It’s fine, man, it’s not a big deal. We’ll just…uh, you can make another campaign!”

“Another campaign?! Another campaign Henderson?! You know how long they take to make?”

Eddie just couldn’t get over himself, seething in rage that it was so easy for them! Those little shits. Luckily, Dustin wasn’t there, so he stormed out and went to his house to cool down. It was then that he began to morph.

It started with him growing larger, and Dustin just assumed that it was him going into his giant vampire form.

But then he started growing fur. Fur everywhere. It grew out of his face, his arms, his legs, his hands. His usual sharp claws grew even longer and sharper, extending far from the tips of his fingers. The bat ears on his head got even larger, each one about half the size of his whole head.

His snout began to grow outwards, a bat-like nose replacing his normal one. His eyes glossed over, red filling the entire area of his scleras, pupils, and irises until they were a solid blood-like color. Wings sprouted from his back, membranes growing down his back and legs, connected with a tail, like a bat’s would be.

Sharp fangs extended from a too-wide mouth, every single tooth long and sharp instead of just his canines.

Dustin looked up in horror, seeing his friend turn into what was essentially a giant bat monster with a curly black mullet.

“E-Eddie?”

Eddie’s head snapped over to Dustin, and he let out a loud shriek, screeching his name.

All that Dustin could hear, though, was a loud bat screech, no coherent words that he could decipher.

“Shit! Hey buddy, c-calm down! It’s ok!”

Eddie looked down at himself, seeing all the fur and his bat-like body. He then began to freak out.

He stumbled backwards, crashing into the wall and shrieking some more. He looked across the room and into Dustin’s mirror, seeing his admittedly terrifying face. He screeched once again, freaking out. He’d never looked like this before! He didn’t even know he could do that!

“God damnit, Eddie! How am I supposed to explain that to my mom!? You’re lucky she’s not home right now!”

Eddie snarled at Dustin, looking at him angrily. He then turned and crawled his way out of Dustin’s bedroom door.

“Where are you even going?!”

Eddie grumbled and made his way down the hall. Dustin’s cat, Tews, named after Mews, picked that exact moment to walk across the entrance to the hallway.

Tews turned and took one look at Eddie, before arching her back, ears flat against her head and all her hair standing on end, hissing at the monster.

Eddie narrowed his eyes and bared his teeth at the feline, letting out his own deep hiss mixed with a growl.

Tews then turned and bolted back the way she came, tail between her legs.

“Tews! Eddie, why’d you scare her like that?”

Eddie responded with a growl, glaring at Dustin and continuing to crawl down the hall.

“Fine, whatever, but what are you doing, dude?”

Eddie stopped, looked around and started sniffing the air. He got an excited look on his face, and began to bound to the front door.

“Eddie? What’d you smell?? Come back here! You can’t go outside like that!”

Dustin was promptly ignored and Eddie looked at the front door. How did you open this thing again?

Didn’t matter. He pushed on the door, the hinges creaking under the sheer force he was exerting in it.

“Eddie, I swear to god, you better not break my fucking front door!”

Once again, Dustin was ignored as Eddie gave one final push to the front door, the wood giving way and falling onto the porch.

“God dammit Eddie! What’d I say?!”

Eddie stomped forward, cracking the door to pieces as he walked over it, stalking out into the front yard.

“Fuck, my moms gonna kill me.” Dustin mumbled under his breath.

Once Eddie was outside, he gave a few more sniffs to the air, snapping his head to one direction.

Eddie began to spread his wings, getting ready to take off into the air.

“Whoa, whoa, wait! It’s the middle of the day, dude! You can’t fly out there right now! What are you even trying to get? You smell a lady bat or something?” Dustin teased.

Eddie turned to Dustin and snarled, looking angry.

“Whoa, ok I was just joking, jeez.”

Eddie put his wings down and began pacing around the yard, seemingly waiting for something. Every once and a while he’d pause and sniff the air, grumbling a little.

“Okay, how about we get you somewhere people can’t just drive by and see, ok?”

Eddie growled, but turned to Dustin and followed where he was taking him.

He watched as Dustin went to the little keypad by his garage and put the code in. The garage door opened and Eddie looked into the mostly empty space.

“Come on, in you go.”

Eddie looked at Dustin and wrinkled his nose, looking at the garage in disgust.

“Come on, man. People can’t see you like this!”

He got behind Eddie and began trying to push him towards the garage, pressing his entire body weight into the furry mass, but to no avail. Eddie stayed put, a blank expression on his face as he watched the smaller boy fail horribly.

It was then that Dustin spotted a car coming down the road, quickly recognizing it as Steve’s.

“Shit, Eddie, you really need to get in there, man! Like now!”

He promptly got up, causing Dustin to fall flat on his ass, and stalked over to the dank garage.

He got in, turning around and sitting just barely in the entrance.

Dustin ran over to the keypad, quickly putting the code in and shutting the door.

It slowly crawled shut as Steve pulled into the driveway.

“God damnit of course he was coming here!”

Eddie perked up as he saw Steve exit the car, his head following the garage door as it closed.

“What’re you doing, Henderson?”

“Oh, haha. Uh, nothing! I’m not doing anything!”

“Riiiight, well is Eddie here? He was pretty upset back there, just stormed out the door. Honestly he looked pissed.”

“Eddie? What? No, no. Eddie isn’t here.”

“Damn, I could’ve sworn he…”

Steve trailed off as he noticed the front door. Well. Lack thereof.

“What the hell happened there?”

Steve began to fast-walk towards the front porch, looking at the splinters on the ground.

“Sure as hell looks like he was here.”

Steve turned to Dustin, looking at him expectantly.

“Uh, we’ll, he was here. Yeah, he was! I uh, tried to calm him down but he kinda stormed off…” Dustin looked down at what used to be the door.

“What? Why didn’t you call me, man? I have a walkie.”

“Yeah, well, it didn’t seem like he wanted to be bothered.”

Just then, a banging noise could be heard coming from inside the house.

“What the hell was that?”

Steve pushed Dustin to the side and walked in the doorway, heading with purpose towards where the sound came from.

“Steve! Steve, wait! you know it’s impolite to just walk into someone’s house like that, right?”

“You’re acting weird, Henderson.”

Steve continued to walk to where the sound was, and Dustin jogged ahead of him.

He rounded the corner and saw a pair of bat ears poking out from behind the kitchen counter.

“Shit, hey, you! Back in the garage!”

He pushed a snarling Eddie back through the garage door and shut it, just in time for Steve to walk in the kitchen.

“Who’re you talking to dude?”

“Uh, myself.”

“You’re a weird kid. What was that noise anyways?”

“Uh…” Dustin looked around the kitchen, spotting the toaster on the ground. “Oh! The toaster! It was the toaster! Tews must’ve pushed it over, yeah!”

“Okaaay… are you sure Eddie still isn’t here?”

“Yeah, totally sure, he left, like, an hour ago.”

“Huh. Did he tell you where he was going?”

“Nope.”

Dustin looked behind Steve, the garage door slowly and silently opening.

A giant bat face popped out, mouth opening to grab Steve.

“Uhm,” Dustin looked out the kitchen window to the side. “Whoa, what’s that out there!”

Steve glanced over, straining his eyes to see and stepping forward while Dustin shoved the head back in the garage, shutting the door again and locking it.

“I’m not seeing anything, man.”

“Really? I thought I saw a deer…”

“A deer. Really dude?”

“Sorry.”

“You know what, fine, I’ll just leave them I guess.”

Steve started to head towards the door when a loud bang came from the garage.

“God damnit.” Dustin whispered under his breath.

“What was that?”

“We’ve been having a raccoon problem. They like the garage. Pain in the ass trying to get rid of ‘em.”

Another bang, and a crash.

“You know what, I’ll go check, maybe I can shop them out.”

“Okayyy…”

Dustin ran over to the garage door, opening it up and slipping inside.

The garage was a mess.

Eddie had thrown his mom’s glass vases she was storing in the garage all over the ground. Boxes were littered across the floor as well, contents spilled out. The bat was in the middle of swiping a shelf’s worth of things onto the ground when Dustin yelled at him.

“What the hell are you doing!?”

Eddie turned and looked at Dustin, snarling. His eyes were narrowed and he looked absolutely pissed.

“Hey, bud. Listen, we’ll get you out of the garage soon, okay?”

Eddie growled, his lips peeled back exposing all his teeth. He shrieked, desperately trying to say Steve’s name.

Dustin put his hands over Eddie’s mouth.

“Hey! Shut up, Steve’s gonna hear you!”

Eddie looked Dustin dead in the eyes and stuck his tongue out, coating his hands in saliva.

“Eww, that’s so disgusting.”

Steve’s voice rang out from behind the door, calling to Dustin.

“You alive in there, Henderson?”

“Yeah, it’s fine! Just the dumb raccoons again!”

Eddie perked up, looking over to where the voice was coming from. He tried to lunge for the door, put Dustin held him back, not letting him get to it.

Eddie growled at him, looking down at the smaller boy.

“Hey, I’m gonna go to the bathroom, ‘kay? Don’t die in there, and don’t get rabies either.”

“Sure, yeah, go ahead. I’ll be fine!”

Footsteps could be heard leaving the door, heading further into the house.

Eddie sat down and pouted, which was kind of hard for his scary bat face, put he somehow pulled it off.

“Why do you even wanna see Steve so bad?”

Eddie chirped, looking at Dustin sadly.

Dustin sighed, looking up at him.

“Look, you can see him, okay? We just have to fix you first.”

Eddie frowned, looking down at Dustin. Then his face morphed into a new look, like an idea just formed in his head.

“Uh, Eddie? Why are you looking at me like that?”

A grin spread across his face, and he leaned in closer to Dustin.

“Uh… ever heard of personal space buddy? No?”

Eddie launched himself forward, mouth open wide, and grabbed Dustin with his maw.

Dustin screamed, feet hanging out from between the sharp teeth.

Eddie takes care not to hurt Dustin as he pulls him the rest of the way into his mouth, licking him with his huge tongue.

“Eddie? Eddie spit me out! Spit me out now!”

Eddie pushed Dustin to the back of his mouth, swallowing him down his throat.

“God dammit Eddie!”

Dustin landed with a plop in Eddie’s stomach, and he walked over to the walls and started pounding on them.

“Let me out asshole!”

Eddie made disgruntled noises at the struggling Dustin was doing and poked his stomach, sending the teen stumbling back.

“Eddie, come on, man! Steve is gonna freak out!”

Eddie growled, squeezing his stomach to stop Dustin from struggling. Not hard enough to hurt him, but enough to remove most of the leftover room in his belly.

The longer Dustin was in there, the more and more restless Eddie grew. Dustin could both feel and hear him resume breaking things, screeching, and all in all throwing a tantrum.

He stopped for a minute, and began what Dustin assumed to be crying and sat on the floor.

“Hey, it’s ok buddy. Calm down.”

Dustin felt the stomach muscles below him begin to push him up and back into his esophagus, soon reaching his mouth and being spat out.

Dustin landed on the floor, and looked up at Eddie, who was turned around and huddled on the floor, pouting some more, his face in his knees.

“You okay in there Henderson?”

“Yeah! I’m coming out now,” he turned to Eddie, whispering “you stay put.”

Eddie growled but stayed where he was.

Dustin opened the garage door and slipped out, back into the kitchen, closing it behind him.

“Why are you all wet, man?”

“Uhh, a- a water jug busted! Yea, stupid raccoons knocked it down!”

Steve raised an eyebrow, looking at him doubtfully.

The rage in the garage started back up again, loud bangs and crashes raining down inside.

An ear piercing screech rang out in the air, and both boys covered their ears, cringing at the sound. Louder crashes and bangs echoed through the garage, along with more screeches and howls of anger.

“Something tells me that’s not a raccoon!” Yelled Steve.

“Uhh…”

“I swear to god, Henderson, are you keeping something else from the upside down in there?”

“Uh… kind of?”

Steve walked over to the garage door and tore it open.

“No, no, no Steve! You don’t wanna do that!”

But it was too late. Steve ripped it open and looked inside the garage, trying to see what it was that Dustin was hiding.

As soon as the door was opened, Eddie was on Steve in an instant. The last thing Steve saw was the giant face of a bat lunging at him, mouth wide open. Two hands with claws extended reached out next to the face.

“Shit!” Yelled Dustin.

Steve screams as he’s forced into the fang-filled mouth, the aforementioned teeth closing behind him, locking him inside.

Steve immediately begins freaking out, thrashing around in the mouth as the large tongue laps at him, coating him in bat saliva.

“What the fuck, Henderson. Oh man, oh shit! Get me out of here!”

Eddie swallows, sending a screaming Steve down to his stomach, a satisfied look on his face.

Steve lands in the belly and sits there in shock for a moment, horrified at what just happened.

“Steve?! Steve! Don’t freak out! It’s just Eddie!”

“Eddie?!”

“Yeah, it’s just Eddie, I-I dunno what happened to him but it’s Eddie!”

“Eddie? Is that you?”

Eddie purrs, pleased that he finally was able to get Steve into his stomach.

Steve relaxes, the tension leaving his shoulders as he lets out a relieved sigh.

“What happened to you buddy?”

Eddie tried to speak, but all that came out was warbled clicks and squeaks.

“I dunno, like you said he was really mad when he got here and then he just- turned into this.”

Eddie's eyes were closed in bliss, the purring non-stop at this point.

Then the fur began to disappear. His nose and snout shrank back to normal. The red that had leaked into his eyes faded, turning them back to his normal brown.

His wings shrank, but didn’t disappear completely, his ears and claws doing the same. He was back into his normal vampire form, still huge but with far less bat features.

His eyes closed and he put his hands on his stomach, rubbing gently and purring.

“Huh,” said Dustin. “I guess he just wanted you then…?”

“What?”

“He’s back to his normal giant vampire form.”

“Oh.”

By this time, it was night, so Dustin opened up his garage and shooed Eddie out of it.

“He’s your problem now, Steve. I gotta figure out how to explain this shit to my mom.”

Eddie leapt out of the garage and into the air, flying off to god know me where.

Dustin turned around, taking in the gargantuan mess that was now his garage.

“God damnit.”

#safe vore #soft vore #vampire eddie munson #stranger things vore #stranger things #bat eddie munson #steddie #dustin henderson #eddie munson #steve harrington

[valtoswife]

Nacht tilted his head at the giant white building he was about to enter, observing just how pristine it looked from where he stood. Such an awfully nice place to be, especially for those types of people...

He used his magic to travel through the shadow of the building and get inside, then wandered through the halls to find the people he was there to talk to. His usual sardonic smile formed as he did so, thinking about all the things he saw from them secondhand with his Shadow Magic. It was certainly going to be interesting to actually meet them.

He eventually found the place he was looking for, and knocked on the door labeled Magic Tool Research. A blond man in a white lab coat and goggles answered. He took off his goggles to show his wide, confused eyes, and said, “Um, hello. What can I do for you?”

“Hello. You must be Dr. North. I’m Nacht Faust, Vice Captain of the Black Bulls Magic Knight Squad. I’d like to speak to you and your friends here on an important matter.”

“My friends?” he asked. “Oh! You mean—“

“Yes, them. Are they available to talk?”

“Yes! Of course!” He widened the door to let Nacht in, and offered a seat from one of the lab tables. When Nacht didn’t sit down, he cleared his throat awkwardly and then rushed across the room to open a door from the other side and yelled, “Guys, come down! The Vice Captain of the Black Bulls has come here to talk to us!”

In response, out came an exasperated groan from one person, while simultaneously, another voice asked, “Is this about that explosion last month, Makusa? I told you, it was an accident this time, I swear!” However, the first person to arrive was dead silent as he entered the room through a pitch black portal on the ground. His gray hair covered one of his strange eyes with black sclerae, as well as one of the two symmetrical lines on his face. Not long after, the two sources of noise came down: one with long purple hair and an eye patch, and another with short black hair and red glasses.

“Ah, so you are the people that caused quite a bit of trouble for my teammates and kingdom while I was gone.” Nacht’s smile widened and his cold blue eyes narrowed as he spoke.

“What do you want?” snapped the man in the eye patch.

“So brusque,” Nacht commented. “I hate people like that.”

“Does it look like I care?”

Nacht ignored him and turned to face Makusa as he spoke to the four of them. “What I’m about to say is confidential information, so don’t go around letting this slip and causing a public panic.” He closed his eyes. “Captain Vangeance of the Golden Dawn and Sukehiro of the Black Bulls have been kidnapped by the Spade Kingdom.”

“What?! How?!” Makusa asked.

“Two members of the Dark Triad invaded our kingdom and attacked those two squads. And one of them used Spatial Magic to take the captains away for a little plan of theirs.” Nacht gave the man with the lined face the quickest glance before turning back to Makusa. “They want to use the captains in a ritual that will transport the underworld’s devils into our world.”

Makusa was too shocked to respond. All he could do was stare at his visitor in horror.

“So what are telling us this stuff for?” the patched man asked.

“I’m gathering a team to go to the Spade Kingdom and rescue the captains before their ritual is completed, and I’d like for you,” he said to Makusa, “to make some sort of magic item that will help us infiltrate the Spade Kingdom undetected.”

“Of course!” Makusa nodded. “Sally and I will begin right away!”

“Use Sally if you must,” Nacht sighed.

“Trust me,” Makusa said. “Sally should be the one leading this kind of project.”

“Very well, but I also have another job for her, Valtos, and Rades Spirito.” He looked at Sally. “You three have been chosen as part of the team that will be sent to rescue Yami and Vangeance.”

“Alright.” Rades lifted his head, suddenly interested. “How much time are we talking?”

Nacht raised an eyebrow at him. “In the Spade Kingdom? Well, once the ritual starts it would take seven days—“

“No, I meant off our sentences,” Rades clarified.

“Who said anything about shortening your sentences?” Nacht asked. “Given the nature of your sentences, if you ask me, I think you’ve all been let off too easily anyways.”

Rades let out a burst of laughter. “Then what’s in it for us if we do take this job?”

“What’s in it for you?” Nacht’s smile widened to a point where it was unnatural, unsettling to look at. “How about by taking this job and playing your part in stopping the ritual, the world as you know it doesn’t become a literal Hell on Earth for everyone, including yourself. Is that not enough of an incentive to help?”

Rades glared at Nacht, but could not think of anything else to say, so Valtos shared, “Well, I don’t mind if our sentences don’t get lowered, even if we do help. Like you just said, it is a matter bigger than all of us. Besides, this would be a good opportunity to keep atoning for my sins.”

“Shut up, Valtos!” Rades yelled.

Nacht let out a low chuckle at Valtos. “You? Atone? After everything you’ve done? Well, whatever helps you sleep at night, I suppose.”

He turned to Sally. “What about you? What do you have to say about this arrangement?”

“I’m just curious.” Sally tilted her head at Nacht. “Who else is going to be on this team?”

“The captains of the other squads, or the vice captain if not the captain. Well, besides the Purple Orcas. They’ll stay behind to keep things in order here while we’re gone. And...one of my teammates is also coming along.”

Sally’s eyes widened. “Is it Asta?! It has to be Asta! You can’t go into a place like the Spade Kingdom without any abilities like his!”

Nacht sighed. “You’re right. It’s him. But don’t you dare think that means you’ll get to bother him at any point during this mission. You’re going to be tasked with a different job from his. While he helps defeat the Triad, you’re going to evacuate the Spade Kingdom civilians.”

Sally shrugged and said, “Okay, I guess!”

Nacht scoffed. “‘Okay, I guess’?”

“Well, what did you want her to say?” Rades asked.

“This is a serious mission. The world is quite literally at stake here. So how about ‘Of course’ or ‘I’ll do my best’?” Nacht let out an exasperated sigh. “But what else would I expect from you guys other than to be the types of people I absolutely despise?” He looked at Rades. “Those who only care about their own suffering and don’t think of others.” He turned to Valtos. “Those who did evil things for the longest time but then think they can turn over a new leaf all of a sudden.” He glanced at Sally. “Those who don’t take devil business seriously.

“In all honesty, I hate that you three are even alive right now. With my Shadow Magic through my teammates, I’ve heard you,” he gestured towards Sally, “talk about you’ve been killed by your old leader, but thanks to your magic,” he turned back to Rades, “you all came back to life. You three don’t deserve any second chance to live. Not when so many others would be far more worthy of such a thing.”

Rades pointed a finger at Nacht, daring to look him in the eye even when Sally and Valtos couldn’t, and said, “Listen, I don’t care who you are, that you’re the vice captain of a magic knight squad, you need to shut your mouth! What makes you think you can talk to us like this?! You don’t know us! You have no idea what it was like for us! You have no right to judge us!”

“I’d say I know enough about you three. What I know is that only after you’ve lost everything was when you decided to repent, if at all. How ridiculous. How pathetic. How selfish.” Valtos and Sally exchanged glances as they noticed Nacht shivering.

Nacht took a deep breath, and he stopped shaking. “Still...I know I need to put aside my feelings for the sake of this mission. I hate to admit it, but you all have skills that would be incredibly useful.” He grinned at Rades, who was frozen in complete rage. “So, will you three do it?”

“I’ll do it!” Everyone turned their heads to see it was Makusa who spoke.

“What?!” Rades exclaimed.

Nacht blinked in surprise. “You weren’t one of the people selected for this. You don’t have to actually go on the mission, just help make the magic item I requested.”

“Well, you said yourself what’s at stake here. I don’t want to be stuck here while these three and the others are out there, knowing the fate of the world hangs in the balance.”

“Are you sure?” Nacht asked. “I’m only bringing mages of the highest skill, and you’re not even a magic knight. Will you be able to keep up with us?”

“I have a spell that’s perfect for the evacuation effort if things gets messy in the Spade Kingdom,” Makusa replied. “My Snow Magic will be able to hide us from the enemies if they start to gain the upper hand.”

Nacht’s smile faded and he nodded. “Very well. If that’s the case, I would be glad to have you on the team.”

“What?!” Rades repeated, staring wildly at Makusa. “You’re doing this?!” Makusa stayed silent as Rades processed what just happened.

“Sally, don’t tell me you’re joining too!” Rades gave a desperate grin to her.

“Sorry, but I am.” Sally shrugged. “I could never miss an opportunity like this to see so many different things.”

Knowing it was slim chance, he still turned and whispered, “Valtos?” who simply nodded at him in response.

Rades silently scratched his head in frustration before finally yelling, “Fine! I guess I’ll come along too...” and letting out an even louder groan than before.

“Excellent.” Nacht’s eerie smiled returned. “We’re all going to meet up in three days’ time right before the mission. Until then, do what you can to get ready.” And with that, using his Shadow Magic, he slid away, leaving the four to their own devices. They all looked at each other.

“Why is everyone in that squad so damn infuriating?!” Rades asked.

“Calm down, Rades.” As he spoke, Valtos stared at the shadow Nacht went through, the one of the chair Makusa had offered Nacht. “Don’t let him bother you.”

“Well, we may as well get started on that magic item now,” Makusa suggested. Sally nodded, and the two made it over to a lab table to begin planning.

After such an unpleasant encounter and hearing such disturbing news, they were all surprised to feel less dread and more anticipation for what was to come. Whether they liked it or not, they now had this responsibility to help prevent the ruin of the world, including the land three of them had tried to ruin themselves not too long ago, which they were sure this mysterious Black Bull would not let them forget about as long as he could help it.

#black clover #nacht faust #makusa north #rades spirito #sally black clover #valtos #black clover fanfiction #black clover oneshot #black clover manga spoilers #I am presuming a lot of things about my faves’ situation post first time skip and also how this scene might’ve went down in general #but I had to I had to write Nacht bitching at my favorite characters #since I was really hoping Tabata would include a scene like this in the Spade arc but he never did #I hope I did not go overboard with Nacht projecting his self hatred into them bc I do think he has a lot in common with them

[bridgyrose]

What if there's an AU where Salem and Cinder were the same person? Or at least, that Salem possesses Cinder the same way Ozpin does to Oscar?

“Stupid sisters and mother…” Cinder muttered to herself as she kicked her door and rubbed the scar on her neck. It had been the same thing day after day, week after week, since she’d been brought to this damned hotel and it was starting to get to her. Years of being bullied and the way her new family had treated her made it clear that she was never going to be safe, never be free. 

“Dont cry, my child. I’ll make sure you have the power to free yourself.” 

Cinder paused as she heard the comforting voice in her head and looked around the room. “W-who’s there?” 

“Someone who was in the same position as you a long, long time ago,” the voice said as it almost seemed to pick around Cinder’s memories. “Although, I think I make sure that you never have to worry about having the same curse as I do.” 

Cinder stood up and made her way to the small bathroom she had. She quickly rinsed her face off and shook her head as she looked into the mirror. “I’m… going insane. Absolutely insane.” 

A face slowly started to form in the mirror that wasnt Cinder’s: red eyes with black sclera stared back at the young girl. A smile crossed the pale woman’s lips as she spoke to the young girl, her voice soft and comforting as she spoke. “My name is Salem. And like you, I was hurt by those I was supposed to trust and cursed by the gods. I can help you escape the torture you’re going through.” 

“How?!” Cinder whispered angrily as she gripped the sink. With a breath, she quickly spoke again. “How can you help me escape?” 

“I can teach you everything you need to know, starting with how to defend yourself. But first, you’ll need to find a weapon.” 

Cinder nodded and looked towards a vent that she could hear voices coming from. “I can do that.” 

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Cinder ran through the halls of the hotel as she held a pair of swords she stole from a huntsman, her hands started to heat up the cloth that covered them as she started to panic. With a quick duck, she crawled into an open vent and went quiet as she listened to the footsteps pass in the hallway. Once she was sure no one else had been following her, she slowly unwrapped the swords and looked at her reflection in the steel. “I… cant believe I took them…” 

“And you’ll want to give them back.” 

Cinder hit her head on the top of the vent as she jumped and pointed the sword awkwardly at the hunter that found her. “I’m not giving these back.” 

“Those arent yours,” Rhodes sighed and knelt down onto his knees. “I’ve seen you around and know you havent been treated well. If you’d like, I can train you.” 

“Do not trust him,” Salem’s voice whispered through Cinder’s mind. “He’ll just want to use you.” 

Cinder’s arm shook as she kept the sword pointed at Rhodes. She slowly lowered the weapon and sighed. “I… can be a huntress too?” 

Rhodes gave a gentle nod and stretched out his hand to Cinder. “You can. It’ll be a good few years before you can take the entrance exam at Atlas, but I can train you how to protect yourself. How to help others.” 

Cinder let out a heavy sigh and looked at her reflection in the sword once more. She watched as her reflection started to twist to Salem’s visage and her words once again swam around her mind, almost amused to the idea of going to Atlas. 

“Play along with him and I’ll make sure you get the power you need to never be put down again.” 

Cinder nodded and gave the sword back to Rhodes with a smile. “I’ll do it.” 

#cinder fall #salem #rwby salem #rhodes #rwby rhodes #drabbles #The witch and the huntress #the witch and the huntress au

[shieldherostuffs]

Phantom of the Shield (TheRuFumi)

Inspired by The Phantom Of The Opera, and specifically this and this female covers by RafScrap!

Naofumi's ancestors were merfolk. Through the generations, their powers have not waned even a little, but, they've become a little, different. Naofumi's father's side was the one with merfolk ancestry, while his mother was a phantom.

His powers became, interesting.

Not just enticing and alluring his victims into his clutches, he could induce other emotions too, and entice them to join him, forgetting whatever they were doing before.

However, his phantom side, which gave him a cruel, evil-looking right eye; black sclera, white iris, and a red pupil as a line no thicker than a string horizontally through the whole eye, and the skin around it is black with gray veins on full display, going all the way down to his chin, and a few veins even reaching his neck.

The horror of looking at the eye of a phantom was enough to even break his victims free of his powers before they could even look into that eye and be forced free of all ailments, at the cost of relieving their wildest nightmares if he wished them to.

So, he started wearing a silver mask to cover the right half of his face, with a thin green veil covering the eyehole, the same shade his left, emerald green eye.

When summoned to another world, Naofumi worked hard to not let anyone take off or see under his mask, even going as far as to sleep with it on.

Only for it to be thrown off when he was falsely accused, one of the knights using his spear to pry it off his face for all to see what most humans considered hideous.

He was called a monster and a deformity, and it was ruled that he would now have the same rights as Demi-Humans in Melromarc.

Many slave traders and just anyone with a bone to pick with the Shield Demon tried their luck, but the Shield kept off any slave crests.

For the next few weeks, the castle town was haunted by eerie singing, macabre lyrics, and horrible night terrors. No one could rest easy until the Shield Hero finally left the castle town with his newly acquired slave child.

Wherever the Shield Demon went, rumors of ominous singing followed close behind, yet no one could explain how he had those weird powers.

Naofumi refuses to show Raphtalia and Filo his phantom part. He is proud of his heritage and loves his mom, but everyone not his family cowed in fear and terror when they looked at him without the mask and without him even using his nightmare powers.

But he does sing to them, without mixing his powers in, just plain old singing, and even does so for L'Arc and Therese after coming to trust the two at Cal Mira.

But, when they fought the two at the Wave, Naofumi could see the shadows whipping about because of his emotions, and decided to stop everything.

With his song, he stopped the two from fighting, making them join him and forget their original goal until Glass Arrived, interrupting them.

Instead of fighting, Naofumi threatened them into trying to work together to save both worlds. When Glas noticed the shadows whipping at his every move, showing his phantom heritage, they decide to comply for now.

Months later, after nurturing their relationship, Naofumi decides to take the mask off for L'Arc and Therese before they get into anything serious.

The two are shocked when they first see him without the mask and admit to being frightened, but before Naofumi can put the mask back on, they're pushing his hands down, taking the mask away, and both exclaiming "NO!".

Before Naofumi can process that, they're both hugging him, and pressing kisses all over his face and jaw, but mainly over the right side of his face.

The two love to hear him sing, in all kinds of ways and lyrics. They can't help but admire how easily he can control a whole theatre of people to do his bidding, all while singing with the voice of a siren.

#phantom of the opera inspired #the rising of the shield hero #rising of the shield hero #naofumi iwatani #l'arc berg #therese alexandrite #therufumi #shield hero #shield hero prompt #not human naofumi

[dealingwithdemonsrp]

@dichotomouskey liked this post for a starter with Alex!

» — † — » "I swear to God, one more fucking Heartless, and I'm gonna scream bloody murder," Alex snarled. Black shapes and glowing yellow eyes squirmed and twitched around him, claws and fangs and weapons drawn for the kill. One particularly bright yellow bell danced around in the air and paused. Energy crackled, and the scent of ozone was the only warning Alex got before dodging a lightning bolt.

He was open, and another Heartless took the chance to jump. Black claws raked across his back with the force of a large dog, and Alex hissed. Warmth seeped into his already ruined shirt from the scratch. Two more Heartless swarmed in to attack, and Alex growled.

"Fuck off already!"

He threw his twin silver daggers at the incoming creatures, blue-black glows surrounding the blades as they flew through the air with uncanny accuracy into their targets. Puffs of smoke evaporated where the Heartless struck, and a smirk teased the corners of Alex's mouth as he felt a small rush of pride. He was stronger. Better. Above these pitiful lost souls. They were better off as feed.

Freezing spikes of onyx black erupted from the ground in a shower of frost and shadow, striking two more of the swarm, and Alex's eyes glowed, dark energy swirling around his arm. Another Heartless-from behind!--attempted to get close, but his daggers spun through the air and sliced it in two just as it closed in.

Now it was just the same yellow bell left, and it was already forming more lightning for another strike--and Alex moved too late this time. Electricity struck his leg, a shock of pain exploding across his nerves as his muscles seized and twitched, and he stumbled and fell as his leg gave out. The daggers he'd been controlling clattered to the ground uselessly, his concentration disrupted. And from the corner of his eye, Alex swore he could see more.

Weak. If he just let a little bit more in. . . .

Alex shook his head. No . . . no! He could do this without losing control! He had it! At least, that was what he wanted to believe. He needed Xael. Maybe if he just--

"I'm in control!" he seethed.

Alex hissed and scrambled back to his feet--he didn't have time to worry about that now. Shadows flared in his palms, more ice and cold freezing the moisture in the atmosphere. Obsidian icicles dripping with malicious intent, aglow with the same blue as his eyes, shot through the air. Two buried themselves in the thunder bell. A small barrage more blasted into the horde still forming.

Necrosis tingled Alex's fingertips, and he trembled as more of that sickening rush filled him with the last of the Heartless slain for now. His heart pounded, his breathing ragged, and he hissed as he gripped at his hair. That clawing . . . that scratching! He could feel Xael pressing, pushing, tearing at the edges of his consciousness, and Alex trembled and shook his head fervently. The red beads wrapped around his wrist burned into his skin.

"No, no, no. . . . I'm in control. . . . I'm in control. . . . I'm in control!!" Alex shouted. Concentrate! Concentrate. The rosary--

But before he could begin praying, he felt a shadowy presence creep into his periphery. Something stronger, something darker, something . . . human. Alex whipped around, more black ice flying from his afflicted palm towards this new arrival, one eye's sclera already beginning to blacken as those icy hues burned brighter.

"Get the hell away from me if you know what's good for you!" he snapped, anger flaring the shadows along his arm like flames. Better anger than the creeping panic he felt. Another person? Here? Now?

Let them come closer. He was starving for a proper living soul.

Alex bared his teeth and summoned his daggers, letting them hang menacingly in the air with their crackling auras as he leveled a glare at the stranger. "Last chance--piss off, or I'll make you leave!"

#{ ᴀʟᴇx : ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴇᴀʀᴄʜ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀɴ ᴀɴꜱᴡᴇʀ } ;; threads #dichotomouskey #here shadow and sasaki #have an idiot who doesn't understand the darkness while recklessly using it #in the middle of trying not to break down #LMAO #{ ᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ : ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠᴇɪʟ } ;; crossover #{ ᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ : ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ } ;; kingdom hearts

[silvergolddraco28]

Shadow and Bone- open roleplay -

(so this is a third version from the original two that are dead and unfinished. Hope someone likes it. Please please please comment and reblog! They are my bread and butter to post on here!)

What do you get when you mix a manipulative bone spirit with an obsessed shadow searching other worlds for their ‘lost’ mate and willing to do anything to bring their ‘mate’ home and to his senses?

1

Cold amber pupils set in icy blue sclera flicked over the many small balls of floating bone and shadow…

looking…

searching…

watching…

Long black claws in a semi tanned hand plucked one of the small orbs looking at the victors of the fight. Cold eyes zeroed in on the golden humanoid monkey looking tiredly at the cheering group while glancing at a black humanoid monkey. A small flash of pain crossed the golden monkey’s face before it was covered up under a mask. “There you are Peaches…”

The cold eyes shifted to the humanoid black monkey a slight scowl crossing the being lips. “…Soon… you’ll be back home… safe and sound…” a black claw tenderly ran over the zoomed-in face of the Golden monkey before switching over to the black one. “But first… to remove the competition…”

()()()()

A golden humanoid monkey sat calmly on a stone in the middle of a river not very far from a waterfall casually dressed in only a pair of black pants with a few bandages around the ends and a simple sash tied at the side around his hips as he meditated to clean and cleanse his body of the leftover icy magic he could still feel on his back just crawling under the skin. Golden eyes opened as the monkey gave out a frustrated groan. “Why isn't this working!? It's been a month and I can't get it out!” the Golden monkey ranted in anger and frustration as they stood. ‘Why can't I pull it out?! Gods I can already hear Macaque laughing at me. ‘Come on Wukong your the great safe surely a little Frost magic can be removed by your great power.’’

They stepped into the shallow water marching up to the falls and dunked themselves under the cool waters to wash away the frustration so they could try again. They stilled when they felt a presence even though they had asked to be left alone for the day. “Who’s there?!” the Golden monkey called out hands fisted and body tense as he looked around noting the silence that before had been filled with forest life.

A tall figure in a white hooded cloak that slowly faded to a pale purple stepped out of the forest with frost spreading out under them. The Golden monkey shifted his stance. “Who are you? How did you get past my wards?” the Golden monkey demanded.

The figure remained silent as the Golden monkey growled. “I’ll ask one more time who are you and how did you get here?” he demanded of the cloaked being.

*”I simply walked in.”* The figure spoke, their voice warped enough that the Golden monkey had to pin back his ears from the sound.

“No one but those I permit can pass those wards.” the Golden monkey stated with fact before he moved to attack the cloaked being.

The being easily dodged the Golden monkey’s fast fists before catching one of them in his hand with a firm grip. Golden eyes widened for a second before Frost started to crawl up the Golden monkey’s arm from the caught fist making it numb.

The Golden monkey tried to pull his fist away but the grip was far too firm leaving him no choice but to break the hold.

The Golden monkey struck with a kick only for the figure to easily pin the leg to his side while warped chuckling came from the cloaked being. *”You’ve improved… but I'm still better Peaches.”*

The Golden monkey stilled with his eyes shrinking slightly before he growled. “Who are you!?”

The figure was a tall tan skinned monkey of about eight foot even with long white fur that had an icy blue tint with six lotus petal ears all in different shades of blue with pale purple edging that matched the monkey’s blue-tinted sclera with pale purple irises. The monkey looked much older then the one the Golden monkey knew. Said golden monkey growled. “Stop playing games Macaque! Now let go!” the Golden monkey ordered.

Instead, the tail of the other weaved behind the Golden monkey and touched the cold spot on his back sending an icy cold through the Golden one's body and causing his limbs to go slack and numb unable to move. ‘What the-!?’ the Golden monkey was caught in a firm hold pressed to a chilled chest under the cloak as his head was lovingly nuzzled by the taller monkey. “I’m here now Shihou and you won't be leaving me *ever* again.”

‘I can’t move!’ the Golden monkey thought in panic as he was picked up in a bridle-hold with his head tucked close in the monkey’s neck as more cold seeped into his body making him drowsy. [Mac… Help…] the Golden one mentally called out before the cold caused him to fully shut down unconscious.

The taller monkey purred happily as he pulled his cloak closed allowing the Golden monkey he held to ‘rest’ against him just as he had done long ago.

“Lets go home Shihou… that imposter is already there waiting for his punishment for keep you from me.” the White monkey spoke as he clasped a necklace around the Golden monkey’s throat.

A blue-tinted portal of shadows opened before them as the white monkey stepped through entering a majestic bedroom of pale icy blues and pale purples with a rich black nest-like bed in the very center of the room curtained by sheer lilac drapes to keep in body heat.

A low growling sound came from the left of the figure who scowled as his cold gaze fell upon the black monkey currently bound in diamond chains with a tight muzzle on his face and a silver band around his forehead that looked like angry eyebrows. “You lost your chance a long time ago. Shihou is *mine*. At least your rotting corpse will be good for something with how badly you have failed.”

The White monkey continued his path to the bed with pale purple shadows opening the sheer curtains as he tenderly placed Wukong’s limp form on the bed clearing up the frost on the Golden fur completely oblivious to the purplish blue tint to Wukong’s lips and limbs nor the subtle shivering the Golden monkey was doing in his unconscious state. Instead, the White monkey proceeded to strip Wukong of his wet pants and bandages tossing them into a shadow as he grabbed something else from the shadows and pulled out a peach-pink outfit and easily used his pale purple shadows to dress Wukong’s form. “Perfect.” the White monkey nodded as he stepped back letting the curtains close so Wukong could ‘rest’ in peace. “Try anything and that muzzle will be the least of your problems corpse.” the White monkey coldly stated to the black one before he vanished in a whirl of snow followed by the chains on the black monkey coming undone.

TBC

…

At some point

#fanfiction #lmk au #lego monkie kid #shadowpeach #collab help #cowrite #amwriting #lmk rp #discord 1x1 #discord rp #sun wukong #six eared macaque #sun wukong x macaque

[trashheappro]

Tae Joon has been running into the same reaper and can't help that his thoughts wander.

Revenant has been troubled by a (relatively) young vampire giving him more work than usual.

Ch: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8

Warmth filled him. Filled his mouth, coated his tongue, slid down his throat, and settled in his belly. It was a chilled winter night, the heat from the fire lit lanterns weren’t enough and Tae Joon wanted more. It wasn’t his thirst that kept him drinking, he just needed to keep the cold at bay.

The arms around him fell limp. Tae Joon found that he cared very little. The warmth that once embraced him was now within him. His mother would chastise him for being so tactless, but it was just so cold this season. Perhaps it would be less cold if he took his victim inside rather than in this alley.

Really, he shouldn’t have sucked this woman so dry either. The village would recognize a vampire attack as unpolished as this one. They would think it was from a young one, but he was already 550 years old, give or take. A hunt didn’t scare him, especially from a village this small; he’d be gone before the sun even came up.

“You again?” a voice rumbled.

Tae Joon sighed, unlatching his fangs from his hapless victim’s neck. “I could say the same.” He dropped the cooling body onto the ground, the glassy eyes staring at nothing. He shut them and rolled his victim onto her back. Tae Joon brushed himself off and stood.

The man, rather, the reaper in front of him stood looking rather unimpressed at the corpse. A black cloak was draped over his shoulders, the hood pulled up, and a black mask covering his face; only black sclera and orange eyes shone from the holes. “You recognize me,” the reaper said.

Tae Joon rolled his shoulder. “Your voice,” he placed his hand his chest. “It echoes right here.”

The reaper tilted his head, staring down at him. He nudged the corpse with the toe of his boot. “Another one?”

“Perhaps I’m just vying for your attention.”

The reaper shook his head. “You’re a vampire, not a succubus.”

He watched the reaper watch him, barely a rustle between them. Those orange eyes met his red ones and he wondered what they were looking for. He stepped over the corpse and set his feet in front of the reaper. He lifted his hand slowly.

A hand shot out of the cloak. “What are you doing?”

Tae Joon huffed. Before the reaper could pull back, he latched onto it equally as quick. His finger crept up, pushing the white sleeve back and running along the reaper’s wrist and forearm.

A shudder ran through the reaper. Those orange eyes glared at him. “What are you doing?”

“Wondering.” Tae Joon's hands fell back to his side. “You are not warm enough for my tastes, Reaper.”

He scoffed. “Is that why you hunt these poor souls?”

“Perhaps.”

“Must you give me more work?”

“No one said you had to be the reaper to clean my messes.” Tae Joon smirked. “Are you certain you’re not following me?”

“I can assure you, I’m doing no such thing.”

“And yet you’re the reaper who always happens upon me whenever the seasons get cold.”

The reaper rolled his eyes. “I thought you bloodsuckers knew how to pace yourselves better.”

He shrugged. “It’s cold.”

“That’s all? Did your brood mother not raise you better than that?”

“Do not speak ill of my mother.”

The reaper stepped forward. “I speak not of the mother, but of her son.” He crowded Tae Joon, forcing the vampire to take a step back. “You are the one insinuating otherwise.”

“You said-”

“That you’ve diverged from her very gentle teachings.” He took another step forward. “Perhaps too gentle.”

Tae Joon glared. “What do you know?”

“That you're too old to be acting like such a child.”

He scoffed. He was neither little nor giving the reaper work. Besides, this was his first slip up this winter season. “I haven’t caused that much trouble.”

“That lady on the floor would beg to disagree.”

Tae Joon gave a dismissive wave. “Have at her then.” He brushed his hair back and stepped towards the mouth of the alley. “Until next time, reaper.”

"Let there be no next time, little fanged."

Tae Joon made a face before bursting into a cloud of bats, flying up into the night sky. He left one perched on the building across the street, watching as the reaper pulled a shimmering soul from the corpse.

#cryprev #crypto/revenant #trashtexts #Little Fanged

[kexkiji]

Forbearance (Silco/Reader)-Part 1

Silco is… new to parenting to say the least. It just so happens that reader has experience when their job as a chem-baron's assistant turns out to be nothing but a babysitter’s job.

GN!reader (i try to keep it that way, at least) Slight alterations to the cannon plot obviously.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Word count: 2021

It wasn’t uncommon that you’d be left to stand towards the back in meetings, hands folded neatly behind yourself and your eyes traveling from face to face stiffly and uncomfortably as the chem-barons discussed the recent imports or exports, prices or problems. And oftentimes when matters got too confidential, you would be asked to leave the room.

When you had applied to be Renni’s assistant you’d at least hoped to be doing something useful. Not babysitting her son.

However, you supposed that maybe that redheaded baroness was doing you a service. You found, perhaps, all the work you originally thought you were qualified for… perhaps you weren’t so qualified for. Or maybe Renni was just too controlling to let you handle any of the finance paperwork or the ledgers or the shipment documents.

Every day you tried to make yourself feel useful as you walked her son home from the shimmer plant she had him working at. Every day you’d bring your handkerchief and wipe the dust and grime from his cheeks. Every day the two of you would walk in mutual silence. He hated working there. You knew he did. You hated him working there. And why Renni had him working there, you didn’t know.

Greed, maybe. Getting an income even from her son.

You hoped Renni wasn’t that sick of a person. But you knew she was completely capable of something so disgusting. It’s not like she even needed the money with the wealth, status, and power that came with being a baroness.

That had been your daily agenda since you began working as the chem-baroness’s assistant.

Filing papers, cleaning her office, taking care of her son, attending the meetings with her. Occasionally, she’d ask you to serve drinks there at those meetings. Oh, you hated that part.

You hated it.

Only because once you’d made your way ‘round the table with a chilled glass of alcohol in front of each baron, you’d arrive at the one man in the room that made your hair stand on end.

A man of many names; the eye of Zaun, the kingpin, the industrialist… Silco. He’d always sit at the end of the long table, thin form hunched forward with a hand often busy with a cigar. Somehow, he always bordered between too quiet, or not quiet enough. Oftentimes he’d sit in silence until someone said something he didn’t quite agree with; in which he would quickly interject and make a reminder- a threat- about past events. Sometimes his lectures would go on for a half-hour at most. Your legs would start going numb from standing for so long.

You didn’t much enjoy it when it was time to serve him his drink. He always gave you this look you couldn’t decipher. Perhaps it was that eye of his. It didn’t have an eyelid- you realized on your first day at the job. The blackened sclera accentuated the goldish-orange of that warped iris that always seemed to bore into you when you came near enough to set the drink down on the table in front of him.

He’d never drink it.

He, however, was the only one who displayed thanks for the drink despite never taking a sip from it. He never said it, no, but he’d give you a slight nod. And his eyes would follow your form until you took your place back in the corner where Renni had instructed you to always stand until told otherwise.

He scared you.

“Ma’am…” you whispered to the baroness when the current meeting had come to an end and everyone had begun filing out. Renni paid you no mind as she conversed with Finn, a black-haired man who always seemed to be wearing too much gold for your taste.

“Ma’am, your son’s shift should be over by now, should you-“

“Go.” She waved you away, the action making her feathered collar waft with the air of her moving hand.

“Yes.” You nodded and backed away towards the door.

Another day of playing nanny, you supposed.

It wasn’t half bad. Renni’s son wasn’t the talkative type so it made for a… a walk, some exercise.

You’d almost thought; a nice walk, but no walk in Zaun is a nice one.

Zaun.

You’d gotten used to saying that. Growing up, you’d always just called your home the ‘undercity’. However, due to your boss’s boss constantly referring to it as such, you adopted the term as well.

Silco would go on and on about his nation of Zaun. The empire he strived to build, to make rise from the ashes and the grime and the pollution.

And that.

That part of his incessant speeches made you tilt an ear.

Maybe it was the way his lithe figure would stride about the room, hands expressing themselves as he spoke.

Maybe it was the way he’d stifle his cigar in the ashtray. One, two, three taps, and a final, quick rotation.

He always did that. You’d watched it maybe hundreds of times from your standing place behind Renni.

Or maybe you were so intrigued because…he had this… way of making you feel like it was really possible. Had this way of making you feel like the light was just at the end of the tunnel. Like maybe one day the air here wouldn’t drag in your throat with the weight of smog and pollution.

Despite how much he startled you, scared you, somehow, he could always draw your attention with the smooth lilt of his voice.

•

•

“On snug?” You asked gently to Renni’s son outside the Shimmer plant. You always gave him your mask. It felt selfish not to.

The redhead gave you a small nod, not saying a word as he followed beside your strides. The boy was nothing like his mother. Maybe it was the lack of engagement he received from her. It left him rather antisocial, and you tried your best to get him to come out of his shell when you had the chance.

There were times when you would be working at one of the baroness’s house parties, serving drinks and handing out the newest shimmer products- with much distaste.

You didn’t like it, but that wasn’t in your place to speak about.

Sometimes her son would wander down from his room, small hand gripping tightly onto the railing at the top of the stairs.

You’d notice him peeking from the top of those stairs and momentarily, you would leave the party to bring him back to bed.

There was no reason at all for him to be exposed to the vile attitudes of the adults here. Even if he worked at the source of quite possibly the life and death of Zaun itself. You strived to keep him shielded from things like that.

But it was futile, you knew, even as you read him a bedtime story while still dressed in that uniform Renni always had you wear when you served at her parties. It made you almost feel like a waitress at one of those fancy Piltover diners- had your black apron not been stained with a remnant of spilled shimmer when one of the guests got a little too rowdy.

You thought back on that happening while you led him through the ever-busy streets of the undercity. You always had a hand placed at the boy’s shoulder, guiding him through the streets carefully and shooting your best glare at anyone who looked like they were getting any stupid ideas.

You didn’t know how to fight. But using that knife that you always had stored away in the pocket of your pants was something that wasn’t too hard to use. You’d be left alone for the most part when people realized who the boy beside you was. Renni might not have been the greatest mother but she certainly wouldn’t let someone get off easy if they hurt her son. You’d brandish that knife if that thought alone didn’t scare a goon off.

•

•

You were reminded of how sad-looking your fridge was when you returned home late from dropping off the baroness’s son. It would have been lovely if Renni would give you a little raise after working for her for nearly two and a half years.

You would never bring it up with her, though. Her answer was already a resounding no.

You sighed, pulling out the mostly-empty bottle of fruit juice that sat near the back of your empty fridge.

Some juice and canned food would have to do for tonight. Maybe you’d go shopping tomorrow and see what you could find.

Your face lit up with the light of the flame that your small stove provided. You watched the canned food bubble in the small pot it had been poured into, eyes tired and bored and maybe a little sad.

You always ate with the lights off, sat by the only window in your apartment to gaze out at the city around you. The lights of the undercity always captivated you with their hazy glows of greens, reds, and purples. The bustle of hunched figures, a few boisterous drunks, and the occasional hiss of the pipes… Zaun had an atmosphere like no other.

Almost all the buildings in Zaun were made of iron and glass. Any person from Piltover would never appreciate the undercity’s strange beauty, the way the lights reflected off of the spiraling, glass-paned buildings, the endless suspended bridges, odd light fixtures, and huge lighted signs.

The steam that rose from your food warmed your cheeks as you raised a bite of it to your lips.

It tasted stale.

The market was as busy, if not busier than it was yesterday. The daytime bustle of the undercity was a little more uplifting than the night. People were more willing to flash a slight smile, especially if they’d seen you around a couple of times. Your eyes darted about the market, picking through items that would last you longer than others. Some more canned food, a bottle or two of something to drink. You paid up, setting down the correct amount into the stall owner’s palm.

You gathered your bag of groceries onto the crook of your arm, not quite paying attention as you backed away from the stall. There was a clatter on the ground as you bumped into someone behind you.

“Oh!” you exclaimed as you jumped a little and turned around. You’d knocked the toy straight out of a little girl’s hand. You watched with a guilty pang in your chest as her blue eyes squinted into a sad look down at her broken toy. It looked like a little mechanical bird, one of its wings snapped off and lying haphazardly on the grime-covered stone.

“Oh, oh im so sorry.” you cooed gently as you leaned down, scooped up the bird, and attempted to put it back together. Luckily it was just a messily crafted ball-and-socket joint. You carefully slid the wire that attached it back inside and clicked the ball back into the little socket.

“It’s broken…!” the girl cried, her lips pulled back in a frown as her short, blue hair bobbed with each shaky sniffle.

“It’s not. See?” you twisted the little key on the bird’s back and held it out to her as it began to chirp, little wings flapping. Her crying stopped immediately as she grinned and took the toy from your hands to hold it against her chest. That brought a smile to your lips as well, and you stood, a job well done.

You were so preoccupied with consoling the little girl you had failed to notice whoever was standing behind her.

How you hadn’t noticed the silver-tipped boots on the cobblestone just a little ways away from her smaller ones failed you.

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[ladyofthenoodle]

saddle up

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written for project 25,913, rated T, 1k words

thanks for the tag @gentil-minou, i hope you don't regret it 😂

“Did we not make it?”

Adrien responded with a gentle smile, the type that would normally send her heart fluttering, but there was something… off about it. Maybe it was just the way he looked with the snake miraculous: he was as handsome as ever, of course, but the yellowed sclera and thick black liner gave him a sharp, almost inhuman look.

Before she could dwell on it more, Adrien spoke. “Not that time, but that’s what second chance is for, right? I think I’m starting to get the hang of it now.”

Ladybug felt a proud grin creep across her face. She knew Adrien was the perfect choice for a hero. Adrien’s own smile widened to match her own, and, in combination with those yellow eyes, she was absurdly reminded of Chat Noir.

Where is that cat, anyway?

“We haven’t figured out what to do with your lucky charm yet,” Adrien continued, his face shifting into something more serious. “That’s probably why we didn’t succeed before. Do you think you could figure it out before we leave the sewers this time?”

Ladybug frowned down at the saddle on her arm. She had no idea what to do with it, which wasn’t unusual for a lucky charm — Ladybug rarely knew what they were for until the moment to use them came. Of course, Adrien probably didn’t know that. Even Alya, who probably knew more about Ladybug than any other civilian, had taken a bit of time to adjust when working with her as Rena Rouge.

She looked back at Adrien, intending to explain as much, only for her train of thought to be immediately derailed by the hope sparkling in his eyes.

Ladybug opened her mouth to speak, then shut it again. What had she been planning to say again?

Adrien was smiling at her, waiting for an answer. He was always so patient.

She couldn’t let him down.

She had to think of something. Sure, she normally couldn’t plan ahead, but she normally didn’t have Adrien Agreste by her side, looking at her with so much faith, like she wasn’t just a hero, like she was his hero.

Her eyes darted around the sewers, hoping to see something, anything, that made her brain light up, but the voice in her head kept chanting Adrien, Adrien, Adrien, in a way that made it hard to think.

He was the light in the room, he was what made her brain ping, he was the focus that her eyes kept converging on, over and over.

Adrien, wide-eyed and eager in his little snakesuit, looking at her like she’d hung the moon and was going to hang a second one again any second. Who looked a little odd but no less handsome with his inhuman eyes and snakeskin cap over his head.

His unfairly well-shaped head. It was frankly absurd how symmetrical his skull was. Marinette had always admired Adrien’s perfectly styled hair, and while she hadn’t given much thought to what lay beneath, she was now realizing she’d assumed that underneath his perfectly styled tresses, Adrien, like ordinary humans, had some sort of imperfection —some side of his head too flat, or uneven, or even with a bump—but no, his head was the perfect shape. She supposed that he could still have a mole or something under his snakeskin cap, but at this point, she doubted it. He was just that perfect.

“Ladybug?” he prompted, and she realized she’d been staring for an inappropriate amount of time.

“Oh, um,” she bit her lip, “I was just…” thinking about how pretty your skull is, she managed to avoid saying, narrowly dodging the possibility of convincing Adrien that Ladybug was completely unhinged.

Which she absolutely was, judging by what she did end up saying.

“Thinking about riding you!” she blurted, far too loud, and felt her face immediately start heating up.

At least it’s slightly less macabre sounding than admiring his skull.

“W-what?” Adrien’s face looked as red as hers felt.

“With the lucky charm!” Her voice was still too loud. “Because it’s a saddle! Which is for riding things! I mean! Animals! Not that you’re an animal, well, you are, because humans are animals, but you don’t normally ride them with saddles, and now that I’m saying this out loud it sounds even worse, please forget I said anything.”

Maybe she could convince him to use second chance so she could forget this entire exchange. He’d still remember, but Adrien was too polite to bring it up again, so she could live on in ignorance.

She was just about to ask him to do just that, when suddenly, the most magical sound she’d ever heard started echoing through the tunnel: Adrien’s laughter. It was the sound of lightning, of petrichor, of falling in love.

“You can ride me anytime you like, Ladybug,” Adrien said, looking almost… excited? Eager?

Ladybug squeaked.

“How do you want me?” He asked, bouncing on his heels. “Should I get on my hands and knees?”

“Eeeeeee,” she managed in response, her ability to form words having completely vacated the building.

Adrien cocked his head, undoubtedly concerned by her unintentional impression of the sound of an oven beeping but too polite to say anything.

“I guess that was a silly idea,” he admitted, bringing his hand up to scratch the back of his perfectly shaped head. “I’ll just turn and face the wall, and you can saddle me up from behind.”

With great effort, Ladybug produced words: “Right! Yes! Okay!” It was only three words, and they all meant the same thing, but they came out of her mouth and she pronounced them correctly. Given the situation, she’d consider that a victory.

“We’re going to make an awesome team,” he said, sweet and earnest, as she cinched the saddle around his waist.

“Awesome,” she agreed, and mounted him.

I’m so glad Chat Noir isn’t here to see this, was her last thought before they ran into Desperada and she vanished from existence.

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous fanfic #ladrien #project 25913 #i'd like to thank canon for having ladybug ride aspik #what even is this show #noodles writes