#gonna make one of my ocs a feral bastard

[citrine-elephant]

the dynamic of Short Bastard and Tall Introvert does hit so hard

#gonna make one of my ocs a feral bastard

[howlofhades]

It's not gonna be structured, I'm just gonna roll switching from oc to oc.

I feel like Barks would never sleep at night because he would just think about all the brothers he couldn’t save after every mission. But even when he sleeps willingly it doesn't last long.

If Bear were to ever get in a relationship he could never sleep after an argument, he won't sleep until everything has been settled.

Storm probably has the most tattoos out of all my clones, but they all happen to be dedicated to the brothers he's lost. He almost got one dedicated to Barks.

Put Skunker and Barks in a room, and I can assure you that Skunker is leaving with a dislocation (Barks didn't do it.)

Bear drinks enough caf to probably kill a person, but he'd deny it. "This is my first cup today." I can confirm that would be a lie, he's probably drunk two, maybe three.

Erix has a bullet in a necklace given by Skunker the first time they met, the other Skunker jokingly said "Next time you annoy me this is gonna go in your forehead" and Erix kept it just to annoy him.

Bear would give droids pronouns I think

Storm will literally hit Barks for no reason and when Barks hits back, Storm screams for Rex

Barks will try to explode you with his mind if you annoy him

Barks: "snapping my back like a glow stick would solve all my problems."

Storm absolutely FACEPLANTED the first time he stepped off a gunship for the first time. Nobody let's him live it down. The next time he did it was in front of Anakin

Erix will do something, blame Storm and boom Barks and Storm argue. He loves it.

Erix cusses like a sailor

Skunker admires Barks and Rex for putting up with the chaos

Skunker bombards waxer, boil and wooley with jokes

Bear bites off more than he can chew

Now some incorrect quotes:

Barks: I hope no one lowkey hates me.

Barks: Highkey hate me. Hate me with every fiber of your being.

Barks: Go big or go home.

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Barks: Sometimes, I don’t realize an event was traumatic until I tell it as a funny story and notice everyone is staring at me weird.

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Barks: I don’t think the therapist is supposed to say ‘wow’ that many times during their first session with a client, but here we are.

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Barks: I'm so tired of this life. I want to be a roomba. I want knives taped to me. And I want to be set loose.

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Storm: I was put on this earth to do one thing.

Storm: Luckily I forgot what it was so I can do whatever I want.

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Storm: Is this a good idea?

Storm: Probably not.

Storm: Do I care?

Storm: No.

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Erix: I'm a firm believer in "if you're going to fail, you might as well fail spectacularly."

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Storm: I didn’t even realize how sarcastic I was being. It’s starting to become a problem, I think.

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Erix: Barks, gather the others. We need to have another Storm -is-doing-something-stupid-again-and-we-have-to-stop-them-before-they-hurt-someone convention.

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Barks: I’m not a doctor I’m a medic.

Erix: What’s the difference then?

Barks: Well doctors actually save lives, medics just make you feel more comfortable as you die.

Storm: Note to self; never get shot.

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Barks: Life keeps fucking me and I can't remember the safeword.

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Barks: My expectations are low, but they can always go lower.

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Barks: My knee just cracked so loudly that I half expect it to glow in the dark tonight.

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Erix: In your opinion, what is the height of stupidity?

Barks, turning to Storm: How tall are you?

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Storm: Dandelions symbolize everything I want to be in life.

Barks: Fluffy and dead with a gust of wind?

Storm: Unapologetic. Hard to kill. Feral, filled with sunlight, bright, beautiful in a way that the conventional and controlling hate but cannot ever fully destroy. Stubborn. Happy. Bastardous. Friends with bees. Highly disapproving of lawns. Full of wishes that will be carried far after I die.

Erix: Edible.

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Erix: What if mayonnaise came in cans?

Storm: Well, that would such because you can't microwave metal.

Barks: Good morning to everyone except these two people.

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Erix: Pros and cons of dating me.

Erix: Pros. You'll be the cute one.

Erix: Cons. Holy shit, where do I begin-

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Phoenix: I scare people a lot because I walk very softly and they don't hear me enter rooms. So when they turn around, I'm just kind of there and their fear fuels me.

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Phoenix: God has let me live another day and I'm going to make it everyone's problem.

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Lazarus: I’m gonna mix a can of Red Bull with seventeen shots of espresso in a fishbowl and then chug it while Kids by MGMT plays in the background so I can perceive twenty-three spatial dimensions and fight my own soul.

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Lazarus, writing in their diary with a glitter gel pen: I'm losing my sense of humanity. Nothing matters. God is dead. There's blood on my hands.

#woah this is long #also meet phoenix and lazarus #i'm more than happy to answer any questions anyone has #i would've done more but it was already ridiculously long #i still have more ocs to introduce #hopefully someone enjoys this! #i might answer some asks in character if it ever comes to it #blue posts #blue's ocs #blue's oc rambles #skunker #erix #barks #storm #bear #phoenix #lazarus #a mix of incorrect quotes and headcanons

[ltleflrt]

Hi! I'm wondering a couple things about The Boys if you care to talk about it briefly? No pressure of course! I've heard some things about it that intrigue me a lot, but I also watched the trailer and mostly all I took away from it was that it's quite gory which doesn't particularly interest me. So I'm wondering, from someone who genuinely enjoys it, what are a couple things you enjoy about it? Also as a general vibe, are there any characters you genuinely root for or is this more of a "love to watch them do bad things" situation? Whether you answer this or not, I hope the new season exceeds your expectations!

I'm gonna level with you, the gore is A LOT. More than I'm comfortable with, and it gets worse every season. And the camera lingers on it. It's bad. And even though it's all CG, there's some gruesome animal death that really bothers me every season too.

So there's definitely gotta be some substance to the show for me to put up with all of that!

I decided to watch The Boys because of Karl Urban. I've been a fan of his for a long time. So much so, that I imagine my Dragon Age OC Gabriel Hawke looks like him. And I perk up any time I see him in a new project. He's such a GOOD actor. I luv him. And he does NOT disappoint in this show! Gods, he's so good. Butcher is a perfect anti hero. You love him, you root for him, but also he's such a fucking bastard omg.

Along the way I fell in love with all the characters.

Hughie is adorable. He's constantly in over his head, and it's no wonder everyone in Butcher's crew looks at him like a baby who needs coddling.

MM is a big ol' softie who just wants to go home and play house with his family that he adores, but can't say no to One More Adventure.

Frenchie… gods Frenchie is my fave. He's queer, poly, full of love, ready to build bombs, and I want to be just like him when I grow up.

Kimiko is soft and sweet, but ready to throw down and rip off heads. In the comics she was a nameless feral woman, but Kripke gave her a name and a backstory and someone to hug her, which makes me all mushy inside 🥰

Starlight just wants to be the hero she's advertised as, but has to navigate the Real World while still keeping her soul. She survives things that someone with superpowers shouldn't ever have to deal with, and that's because she's good and strong in her heart, and that has nothing to do with her powers.

Oh, and Maeve. She's an older woman surrounded by people who keep pushing her down, and she just. needs. a. hug. She's a character that grew on me slowly, but is now one of my favorites.

And the "Heroes" are just… disgusting people. They've bought into their own myths, and you can see how power has corrupted them. But the show gives you their backgrounds, and their stories are sympathetic. Poor families to support, insecurities that super powers don't cure, tragic pasts. It's easy to feel sorry for them, but always always always clear that they made bad choices and continue to do so. The story humanizes them, and shows that bad people believe they're good people, but here's how they fell off the path and became bad people. Something that I think is important to understand when thinking about "the other side", because everyone thinks they're the hero in their own story, and learning to recognize when a person goes too far is important. And there's a thread of anti-capitalism throughout all of that. Capitalism is literally the thing that made them this way. Fuck. Capitalism.

Homelander is definitely the character I love to watch do bad things. God he's so fucking terrible. That is a man who needed more hugs as a child, literally, and you almost want to hug him now. But he's too far gone. There's no saving him. And he just keeps getting crazier and crazier, and it's really fascinating to watch.

And honestly, Butcher too. He's on the "right side", but he's toeing the edge of the plank, and I'm just waiting for him to dive straight into the deep end of madness.

A few other things I really like: While there are less female characters than I'd like, every single one is given depth. They're well written, well acted, and are not overshadowed by the male characters.

Not gonna lie, I'm always going to give extra points to shows that have full frontal male nudity.

Also I am not immune to surprise cameos. They delight me every time :D

#Anonymous #ltleramblings #the boys #watching the boys

[sparatus]

For the wip ask, 11 please?

current wip asks

11. What scene are you most hyped for this chapter/fic?

i mean there's lots of stuff tbh, let's go down the list:

coming up in this next arc of itlog i get to bring in my oldest oc for a surprise guest star, AND we see the resistance again (properly introducing morvarn!! tarvok's back to being a shit!! meet syril the weird bastard!!), AND [REDACTED] shows up to tie in a subplot, this arc is just a big batch of fun

in bad end. honestly i just really wanna get to the me2 fic so we can make shepard fear for his fucking life. assflash newshole you did a treason and people aren't happy about that. i want to let quentius and avitus go feral

in memory we're about to start getting into the stuff running parallel with itlog, the extended arterius clan this chapter will have a frankly kind of illegal discussion about nihlus slipping classified spectre data to des and saren and valis in the interest of keeping the family is safe. while watching the kids hunt a tengo that wandered into the yard, because i love the "very serious and adult conversation happens under the cover of something very mundane" trope, and i have a bit in my head of des casually calling the nature preserve up the road to confirm it's cool to hunt

and in rabbit the dumbasses are gonna KISS soon and then [REDACTED] will show up with a fucking twist clue and god fuck why did i have to get stuck on this one it's so juicy

#press conference

[andnatiabrosca]

I posted 331 times in 2022

That's 331 more posts than 2021!

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I tagged 139 of my posts in 2022

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Zevran for the blorbo bingo? :]

aalkdjfsljs THANK YOU

(I'm gonna ramble a second, sorry: I just submitted a research proposal draft that was Terrible bc the prof clearly HATED my selection so I just did brief (250 word) proposals on 4 different topics and he gets to pick which, because crying over it is Not It, so ask to love on Zev is. 'Preciated!!!!)

(Also, today/tomorrow is my birthday [due to scheduling error, birthday is two days this year] so. not a good look on the birthday)

Okay: Completed, properly for once:

(I found a new pen I like for text on Krita so I've been using it on everything sue me)

Brief discussion:

He's feral and eats trash and is a bastard (affectionate). Of course. He's like my cat, Pirate Bastard.

Every character I like is now autistic. His SpIn is social interaction. Because it was useful. His secondary SpIn is probably leather tanning, but he hasn't had a good chance for it.

If someone says Zev doesn't need therapy, they need therapy. Likewise, Angst out the door; I relate to him TOO MUCH. Sorry.

I think it's funny if he's perpetually lost. I think it's funny that's all.

And yeah, chihuahua energy because he is Small and Vibrates and Nat carries him around in a purse (spiritually). I think he has Dachshund energy really, but that doesn't quite work. Small, says he's dangerous, but really he just wants to be held in front of the fire while you read a book

4 notes - Posted September 16, 2022

#4

I'm going to try streaming at different times this week! I'll ping here beforehand - I'm streaming on discord so that my computer doesn't explode

come by the server if interested:

I don't know how to run a server/use bot integration so PLEASE let me know if stuff is weird, thanks!

4 notes - Posted September 24, 2022

#3

Leliana for the character bingo? :]

Ended up doing this on my phone so I would Actually Do It so not the most legible lolol. (And I missed with one! It should be "I NEVER want to meet them" instead of "they've never done anything wrong"

I liked leli a whole lot the first time I played but it really has changed since. First time I played I was trying very hard to be Straight and Catholic so she was...illuminating to say the least

But frankly, while I adore her whole arc, I think it really plays best as a mirror to other arcs/as an illumination of her relationship with others & especially the chantry itself. I don't...find her particularly compelling standing alone. I think a huge part of that is her Super Religious shtick.

I generally just think of her as a contrast to Nat (Brosca) and Cassandra, actually

Basically, I am extremely queer and do love her whole thing, but she is just too earnest in her fantasy catholicism to be really important to me

5 notes - Posted August 8, 2022

#2

I keep dying trying to play the battle of denerim and it is really making it hard to finish the game TT

5 notes - Posted August 9, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

ended up doing the ship template for Natia and her crew. my handwriting is Atrocious on tablet, I am Aware.

(Not solid on any of these. Idea from @/dungeons-and-dragon-age, unsure if they want tagged, so not doing so)

Template || picrew

7 notes - Posted May 10, 2022

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#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #birch speaks

[chojuuro]

ok i have thoughts and i'm gonna fix this for my oc canon bc none of this had to happen. under a cut for boruto episode 246 spoilers.

in general my oc canon sticks decently close to canon with some pretty notable exceptions. though i won't get into most of those here, because this is about kagura.

important things to know going into this, however, that Do make a difference regarding my oc canonverse lore:

Mangetsu is alive. He was forced into hiding following the event that killed Chojuuro's parents many years ago, when they were attacked by some bandits or smth. They'd all already fucked off when Ao happened on the scene, Mangetsu ended up taking the fall for it, and he went into hiding. he came out more when Mei took the hat, working largely in the shadows to keep things more or less sane among the village in the very beginnings of reformation.

Hiroki, my oc, is Chojuuro's personal bodyguard-slash-husband, and a big himbo. He's a member of Kiri ANBU and a former member of the Hunter-nin unit. Between him and Chojuuro, they act as Kagura's adoptive parents, where Mei and Ao (also alive and also did not get recruited into Kara) act as his grandparents.

Hiroki and Chojuuro also adopted Ikada following the previous Funato Incident but i dont have much on this yet until we know what happens with Ikada in canon

to start things off -- Hiroki and Mangetsu were assigned by Chojuuro to accompany the kids on their escort mission. when things escalated, they were told to keep a close eye on the kids.

fast forward to the recent events of the arc -- Kagura is stabbed still, yes. Hiroki, who has medical training from his time in the hunter-nin unit and a strong understanding of anatomy, was able to get Kagura stable enough for Mangetsu and the kids to take him back to the village for proper treatment.

Hiroki, then, goes full feral hog on the Funato grunts. lets loose after the first time in YEARS. during the first Funato Incident five years prior to this, he'd nearly been killed and now has a gnarly scar on his neck from it. so, like a normal and sane person, he starts ripping out throats with his bare teeth.

think, like, full berserker mode. blind rage, no thoughts, chakra tingling in every limb and crackling around him. he uses a chakra nature transformation kekkei touta called storm release, or tempest release, which basically. think like. thunderstorm, storms, tempests, etc etc. that's the ✨vibe✨. it's a combination of water, wind, and lightning -- which is why it's a kekkei touta, not a kekkei genkai, which only combines two natures.

ANYWAY im giving backstory here where it doesn't belong. one of these days i'll unleash the Hiroki backstory arc.

he makes quick work of the grunts, hacking and slashing at them with dual katana, with his own bare fists, with his teeth. slaughters the ones that Mangetsu wasn't able to get to. and when the grunts are all taken care of, and when Hiroki is covered head to toe in blood and viscera and whatever the hell else, he sets his attention to Funamushi.

with Funamushi, he takes his time. goes real slow, makes sure he feels the same pain and agony that Kagura felt. after all, he's a whiz with anatomy -- he knows where he can stab and poke and cut without putting the bastard out of his misery. beats the living daylights out of him till his face is damn near unrecognizable.

and he stabs him, centimeters away from his heart. just out of the way enough that Funamushi's life isn't in immediate danger.

"look at me," Hiroki tells him. does the thing where he lifts Funamushi's chin with the hilt of his sword. "I want you to look in my eyes while I kill you."

and then he rips Funamushi's head from his shoulders.

he carries Funamushi's head back to Chojuuro on the ships, tossing it at his feet. "don't ask questions," Hiroki tells him. "everyone is okay and I'll explain later. The most important thing right now is taking these fuckers down."

long story short, Kagura makes it out okay with a nasty scar to show for it. he retires from shinobi life and resumes his old position as Chojuuro's aide/advisor, remaining in the Mizukage office. when he's been recovered enough that he feels comfortable leaving the village, he and Ikada (and Boruto sometimes) travel around to smaller island nations surrounding Kiri, doing what they can to help keep these tinier nations afloat, no pun intended. When they return for good, Kagura takes up a diplomatic role.

Buntan becomes the Seventh Mizukage after Chojuuro retires and keeps Hebiichigo and Kyohou as her personal guards. Kagura remains an advisor.

Chojuuro and Hiroki don't leave the kid's side while he's in the hospital and Misuno, Chojuuro's aide and other bodyguard, keeps having to play mom to these grown ass adults so they don't literally break down. "neither of you will be useful asleep on your feet. go home. get some rest. i'll keep an eye on him. go home."

they loose a lot of sleep in the weeks following the incident. Kagura ends up with some pretty rough PTSD from the whole situation, Ikada barely made it out without being brainwashed into Funato ways of life, Hiroki had to watch his son nearly die and Chojuuro has to hear about it all after the war is over. Ao and Mei had been away when this all happened and had to hear about it well after the fact when they returned, which was not. fun.

anyway

i think thats everything

yeah im normal about this i am SO normal about this

#desposting #this episode has RUINED ME #anyway. #boruto anime spoilers #boruto episode 246 #ocposting #shimizu hiroki #oc canonverse #this needs a name. one day i'll name this au #i have a name for my Other au which is an everybody lives overhaul au #but not THIS ONE. anyway

[twdeadfanfic]

Feral Pt.5

Daryl Dixon x OC

Summary:  Daryl is on a run with Rick when, in a warehouse, they find a woman who attacks them, and who reminds Daryl to a lioness…or a feral cat, and who doesn’t seem to trust anyone, including them, but Daryl finds himself going back to the warehouse, trying to get that feral to go with him to the prison, and to earn her trust.

Chapter 5/10 Words: 3076

You can find my other fics in my masterlist.

Last chapter…Dana and Daryl went on a run to pick up an old bike, Dana fought some walkers, ended up drenched in their blood, and almost gave Daryl a heart attack...

They reached the prison when the sun was starting to go down. After Daryl parked the pickup with the other vehicles, Dana helped him to drag the old bike out of the pickup, leaving it in a sheltered place near his own bike. He’d start cleaning it and working on it as soon as he had a moment the next day.

On their way to their cellblock, some people looked at Dana covered in blood, asking if she was okay, to which she nodded awkwardly. Carol stopped them too, and Daryl explained briefly that they had found walkers near the cabin but they had put them down with no problem and they were okay, despite the blood on Dana.

“I know you, wouldn’t be surprised if you saw a herd and decided that you could take it down yourself, why not,” Carol scolded him. “And she’s just like you, isn’t she.” Dana didn’t say anything, just shrugged. “Put those clothes to soak before there’s no way of taking out the blood, half of our clothes supply is bloodstained already.” Dana nodded awkwardly. “I’ll save you both some dinner for when you’re ready.”

They kept going to their cells, and Daryl looked at Dana as she walked into hers, locking the door and already tugging off her shirt and so Daryl looked away. “Hey, um…” He began awkwardly. “You got soaked in blood and guts, why don’t you go to the showers?” He still didn’t know why she didn’t want to, everyone in there seemed to love it when they got the shower system going, but he didn’t want to push her.

“No.”

“Alright…” Daryl was about to go to his cell when suddenly something came to his mind, and he wondered if that might be Dana’s reluctance to shower. “Hey…if you go to the showers, it’ll be safe. You know nobody here will hurt you, right? And no walker can get in, we got fences, and walls, and lookouts.” Maybe Dana was subconsciously anxious at the idea of getting naked without weapons under a stream of water and without a lock, maybe she felt vulnerable. He could understand that.

“No…”

“I, uh…can take watch on the door while you shower, if you wanna,” Daryl offered, shrugging awkwardly.

There was only silence for a moment, but then, Dana spoke. “Okay.”

“Alright…alright, grab some clothes I’m gonna, uh…bring you a towel and all that.” Daryl rushed to the laundry room and came back with not only a towel but more stuff that Beth, who was working there at that moment, had given him.

“So…” He looked at Dana, who was already holding a change of clean clothes, waiting for him. “Here’s the towel, and also soap that someone made, Beth said this one is for you, and also this…” Daryl frowned at a bottle in his hand. “This is Beth’s, said is some oil for the hair, that it helps to untangle it or something.” He gave everything to Dana. “She gave me a comb too.” Dana looked at the comb, scoffing, and she didn’t even take it.

Daryl led her to the showers, closing the doors behind them, and then he waved to their shower system. “So…that is, you pump it and some water falls, and…yeah, that is.” He felt a bit like an idiot explaining it when she could just see it. “I’ll wait outside.”

“No,” Dana said, leaving all her stuff on a bench that they had there for that.

“I’ll be just outside the door, and you really are safe, nobody will barge in, or hurt you, walkers can’t get in, you know it,” Daryl told her softly, but Dana looked at the door, then at the shower and at him, and Daryl didn’t want her to feel anxious, he understood it if she felt subconsciously vulnerable, and if she knew that the danger was not real but she couldn’t help her anxiety anyway, she was probably beating herself about it enough already. Daryl understood. He didn’t want her to feel bad, or weak, or vulnerable. “Okay, I’ll stay.” He took his knife out of his sheath too, to show Dana that he meant it when he said he’d take watch, even if there was no need.

“Thanks…” Dana murmured, and she looked like she knew it was just her mind playing tricks on her, but Daryl nodded reassuringly at her, and she gave him that tiny smile. Then she began to strip down, so Daryl quickly turned away, facing the door, flustered. “Shy,” Dana said, and she sounded amused.

“Ain’t shy,” Daryl grumbled, flustered. “But I ain’t taking my clothes off anywhere and in front of anyone.”

Dana chuckled. “Worse things in the world than being naked.”

Daryl guessed so, but still, he couldn’t help how his cheeks burned. He heard Dana pumping the water and it splashing, but after a while, he heard Dana cursing. “Somethin’ wrong?” Daryl asked, but Dana just cursed again, and Daryl ventured a quick look at her, finding her cursing as she tugged at her hair, before he looked away again, though he heard Dana walking to him.

“Knife,” she asked, nudging his arm.

“What for?”

“To stab you,” Dana scoffed. “For the hair.” So, it seemed she was done at trying to untangle it again, even if she had already chopped it short, Daryl knew that she hadn’t cared to untangle her hair for a while, who cared for that when your priority was survival, and so her locks had gotten tangled and tangled.

“Wait, uh…I’ll help you…” Daryl found himself offering, didn’t know why, he didn’t even know if he could help , he didn’t even brush his own hair. “Just…uh…get some clothes on…” he said, cheeks burning again. He heard Dana walking away, and then she went back and tugged at his shirt, so Daryl turned to look at her. She hadn’t gotten dressed, but she had wrapped the towel around her wet body, and she turned so her back was to him and he could help her with her hair.

“Ain’t you cold…” Daryl murmured awkwardly and she just shrugged.

Without clothes on and with her hair short, Daryl could see more of her old wounds and marks, but some scars stood out. Those seemed burning marks, going from the back of her neck until almost reaching between her shoulder blades, making geometrical patterns as if someone had wanted to brand her, and Daryl felt his blood burn. He brushed a finger over the scars softly, couldn’t help himself, and Dana stiffed.

“Did you kill them? The people who did this?” Daryl asked and Dana nodded. “Good.” Daryl stopped looking at the scars and focused on the task on hand, untangle Dana’s short hair…he wasn’t too confident in his ability, but he took the oil bottle that Beth had given him, pouring some on his fingers, and then he tried to run them through Dana’s curls to see if he could ease some of the knots…instead, he tugged at her locks, and Dana cursed and hissed, slapping his hand away and glaring at him. “Sorry, sorry, let me…I…”

Daryl looked at her hair, clueless, but tried again, taking a small lock of hair and softly trying to ease the knot, being as gentle and slow as he could, trying his best not to tug at her locks of hair, and this time Dana didn’t complain, so he kept going like that. It was a slow process, and he managed to untangle some knots, but he had to cut the worst ones with his knife, so her already short hair was shorter in some parts but with some curls of hair spiking out here and there too…Daryl still thought it suited her.

Eventually, he could more or less brush his fingers through her wet and oiled black locks  with some ease, so he was about to tell her that it was done, but then he noticed that Dana had her eyes closed and a small smile on her face, as if she were enjoying it, and so Daryl swallowed hard, nervous, but kept going.

“Okay…” He said eventually. “All done.”

Dana turned around and smiled at him. “Thanks,” she said. She dropped the towel again and Daryl turned around to face the wall quickly. He heard her walking to the shower and the water splashing again for a little while. The next time that Dana tugged at his shirt, she was already dressed.

“Alright, let’s go,” Daryl said, but Dana didn’t move, pointing towards the shower.

“You?”

“Nah, I…I don’t…” Daryl stammered, flustered. “No need to… but uh…thanks…”

“Shy,” Dana smirked, following him back to their cells.

*

Daryl was on his cell, changing clothes before he went to grab some late dinner for him and Dana, knowing that if Carol saw him with his dirt-covered clothes, she’d get him to drop them at the laundry anyway, she didn’t understand why he was almost always wearing the same clothes, ripped and dirty or not, even now that they had a decent stash of clothes, but Daryl didn’t think it was a big deal.

He’d taken off his shirt and his back was to the door of the cell, but he noticed someone there anyway and he turned quickly. It was Dana, holding two bowls of stew, as if this time it was her who had decided to get them dinner, making progress at getting used to the prison little by little.

“Uh…” Daryl looked down awkwardly before reaching to take one of the bowls. “Thanks.”

Dana gave him the bowl but didn’t leave, and she kept looking at him, eyes trailing over the faint scars on his chest, making him feel even more awkward. Then she walked into the cell, and Daryl felt his heart hammering in his chest, shy and nervous, but he felt frozen too while Dana walked around him. She left the bowls of stew on the smell cell, and then Daryl felt her finger softly trailing one of the deep scars on his back and he shivered, swallowing hard.

Dana walked in front of him again, looking at him. “Who?”

Daryl chewed on his lip, looking down, but finally answered. “My father.” There it came again, that shame at not having been able to stop him. “Mean bastard.”

“You killed him?”

Daryl shook his head…he hadn’t been able and it only brought more shame. “But he’s dead.”

“Good,” Dana growled, nodding. She took her bowl of stew and walked away from the cell.

Daryl swallowed hard, trying to control himself, trying to even his breathing. Then, he thought it for a moment but finally he put on a shirt, took his bowl of stew, and walked to Dana’s cell. “Wanna eat together?” He asked bashfully from the door and Dana nodded.

They ate in silence, sat down next to each other on the bed, but soon it wasn’t awkward anymore and Daryl began to relax, and when Dana nudged his arm with the side of her head softly once, affectionately, he couldn’t help his small smile.

Once they finished the stew, Daryl took the bowls to the kitchen, washing them, before going back to the cellblock. On her way, Daryl stumbled into Rick, and he nodded at him, but frowned when he noticed Rick’s smirk.

“What?”

“First you get all guard dog at the outside of her cell, not you get into the shower with her?” Rick asked with a grin and Daryl barely could stop himself from slapping it off his face, and he groaned internally while he blushed red up to his ears, of course that someone had to see them walking into the showers or getting out together.

“Ain’t like that!” He snapped, defensive, which just made Rick chuckle, seeming more amused.

“I imagine…”

Daryl scoffed. “I’m gonna sleep.”

“On your cell or hers?” Rick asked with that shit-eating grin.

“Told you it ain’t like that!”

“Oh, I know but where’s the fun if I can’t mess with you?” Rick laughed and Daryl scoffed again. He began to walk away, but he stopped when something came to his mind.

“Yo, Rick.”

“Yeah?”

“You know when you…uh…” Daryl frowned, wondering how to word it. “When you’re all the time bothering me about not going to kill groups of walkers alone and all that.” Just like he’d told Dana and she hadn’t listened, scaring him when he saw her bloodied up fighting a group of dead assholes.

“Yeah, and you’re always annoyed saying that you can do it and telling me to leave you alone?” Rick nodded, still seeming amused.

“Just…uh…Thanks…for caring and all that…” Daryl shrugged, looking down shyly, feeling a bit like an idiot.

“Of course I care.” Rick squeezed his shoulder. “You’re my family.”

Daryl nodded, feeling emotional, and he wasn’t sure if he made a good job at not showing it. “You too…” He muttered before retreating. “Night.”

*

Weeks passed, and each day Daryl thought that Dana seemed more integrated within the community. She didn’t seem that on edge all the time, didn’t look like she might consider leaving and running away, and although she was often in her cell, she didn’t lock the door that often, only when she was asleep. She was not talkative at all, but she didn’t steer clear of people anymore, even if she was awkward around them, and she even gave them a couple of words here and there when it was necessary, and she was starting to open up a bit to Maggie and Beth, and Michonne whenever she was back.

She still spent most of her time with him, despite not being scared of the others now. They’d go hunting and patrolling in the mornings, and now when they went out, Daryl made sure that Dana got a silenced rifle with her. She still had a lot to learn, it wasn’t easy work, but she was getting better at tracking, and the first time that she had shot and killed a rabbit herself, Daryl had beamed with pride. For how much Daryl had liked his days of solitude at the woods, he had to admit that he enjoyed walking next to her, showing her stuff, teaching her, getting her to talk to him sometimes, while other times they’d walk in comfortable silence.

Once back, they’d get their kills ready together, and then Daryl would go to either do something else that someone needed or to tinker with the old bike. Dana sometimes went to tend to the horses, others helped Rick with anything he asked her, and other times she’d just go to her cell, but sometimes, when Daryl went to work on the bike, she’d go with him and either watch him work in silence or bring a book with her to read, and Daryl did enjoy her quiet company…but not as much as when he managed to get her to smile at something, making his belly do funny things, glad that she trusted him and opened to him, glad that she was feeling better, safe, hopefully happy.

Dana had recently started going on runs too when Maggie and Glenn needed people, either pairing up with Maggie or with him, and Daryl had already known that she was a good fighter, but seeing her in runs, putting down walkers by knife, just confirmed it more, even if he was still worried when there was a group around her. She seemed to turn back into a lioness when she fought them, ruthless and skillful, but once the danger was gone, she had that tiny smile for him that always got him smiling and feeling his belly tingling, as she was back to look like a shy, quiet cat instead of a feral one. He knew that Maggie and Glenn appreciated having her on runs now, and Daryl somehow felt proud.

They were on one now, in what had been a mall once, with a group. Maggie and Glenn had been planning it for more than a week, and everything had worked according to their plan. They had cleared the walkers, and although for one moment of panic it had seemed that one of their people had gotten trapped by a group, Daryl had shot at some while Maggie and Dana put down others by knife, and finally the cornered guy hadn’t been hurt.

They were now carrying all the stuff that they could find to their vehicles, and Daryl smiled when she noticed someone nudging his arm affectionately, knowing that it was Dana. “Hey, cat,” he said and she gave him that tiny smile. “You did well back there.” Dana’s smile grew, and Daryl couldn’t help his own.

He opened the truck of one of the cars, placing inside the box that he was carrying, and Dana did the same. Then, he looked at Dana again. The blood of one of the walkers had spattered on her face, and Daryl reached out a finger to smear one of the blood droplets, making Dana scrunch her nose and move her head away, and Daryl chuckled. “How do you always manage to end up like such a mess?” He told her and Dana scoffed, pushing him with her shoulder softly, but she smirked.

“Talent,” she said, shrugging, and Daryl snorted.

“Everything ready?” Maggie asked, and everyone nodded.

“Alright, very good job today, people,” Glenn said. “Well done, let’s go back home.”

Daryl and Dana went to the bike, but before getting on it, Daryl took a bottle of water from his bag and a rag from his back pocket. “Come here, messy cat, you’re gonna scare someone if the first thing they see is us on the bike with you all bloodied,” he said, pouring the water onto the rag and brushing it over Dana’s face.

“Should be used to,” Dana said, shrugging, and she closed her eyes, smiling softly when he began to gently clean her face.

“Alright…better.” Daryl nodded at Dana, getting the bottle and the rag into his bag and tying it to the bike with Dana’s. “Hop in,” he said as he swung his leg over the bike. Dana hold to his shoulders and got situated behind him, reaching back to hold onto the metal part in which Daryl carried the crossbow. “Ready?” He asked, kicking the bike into motion when Dana nodded and riding in front of the cars back to the prison.

*

I just love them.

Thanks to the people supporting this.

There WON’T be a chapter next Tuesday, probably, because I want to post something special, because it’s my birthday, and with it what I call “angst week.”

As always, excuse my English, is not my first language.

I’m going to reblog the taglist in another post to see if that way this shows up in the Daryl tags.

#daryl dixon #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon imagine #daryl dixon x oc #daryl dixon & oc #daryl dixon/oc #daryl dixon fanfic #daryl dixon fic #twd daryl #twd daryl dixon #daryl dixon twd #daryl twd #daryl/oc #darylxoc #daryl&oc

[dopepoisonivyoncrack]

oh ivy doin the meme as well, ... so :^) um Ginjo

Favorite thing about them

You. I mean, I went back to him and re-evaluated my stand with his character because I liked your Ginjo and what you did with him. Idk if it’s a good or a bad thing it came to remind me of my father but it only added to good things since. So now I love and appreciate his chara more than ever and it keeps growing cuz damn, he.is.right. I love him for the terrible man that he is and for the good man that is mixed in all that rage. Maybe the fact that that was his reaction to being lied to and betrayed is telling his core wasn’t good and pure from the beginning. And he would have continued to act like a good person only in a favorable environment. But that is one of the reasons that makes him such a good villain. I like that his malice may stem from something latent and got activated by something that can be considered reasonable (maybe he was like this before too, but it was directed towards other enemies, hollows, idk). I like his sadistic, manipulative, sassy ass. I like his sadness. I like how nice he can be sometimes, like towards his fellow fullbringers. I love how he makes his own way, and pushes through like a feral man cutting a path in the jungle where everything is against him or out to get him.

Least favorite thing about them

I just said I love the worst about him, so what do I love the least?? idk. I’ll just pass the microphone to Aisha…

“You’re a rude ass bitch father and your hair looks stoopid”

Favorite line

I actually have a few

"All throughout history, be it royals or samurai or whatever, this world has always been ruled by minorities! You're not the ones in the wrong. It's this world that's become too lenient towards idiots. It's time we changed all that. This time, we're gonna be the ones at the top of the food chain."

"I fully intend to crush the Shinigami for betraying me as they did. I thought you would try to convince me that was wrong. And yet, you don't even bother? Why? Those eyes... They're the eyes of a man who's trying to understand me. Of a man putting himself in my shoes, treating me as an equal. Are you trying to say you already understand why I'm doing this, and choose to deny me regardless?"

"Time will try to constantly try to catch up with you. And with a roar, it will overcome you. Do not look ahead. Hope only lies within the unforeseeable current that will close in from behind."

Why do I feel like he got some of the best lines in Bleach…. he got depth and rage and wisdom in there, I love

brOTP

Tsukishima i guess. He got a nice thing going on with the rest of fullbringers and he’s nice to Riruka, they’re fun

OTP

Nothing canon. I like what he got with Mu’s oc Nobu

nOTP

None

Random HC

Unfortunately all I got is that he's got a bastard daughter out there. And that in the Xcution hideout there's a cupboard full of instant ramen. And when I say full I mean if you open it you'll be hit by a tsunami of ramen packages. This man is a kitchen disaster, can't cook something right to save his life.

Unpopular opinion

He is actually one of the best villains ever. His character is amazing and has depth, and style cuz Kubo just knows how to draw his men. He and the whole fullbring arc is worthy of way more love and attention than is given.

Song I associate with them

Endure the Silence by Myrath

After Dark by Tito & Tarantula

Favorite picture of them

and

he looks so sad in the second one, and so beautifully drawn I'm 💕

#ivy answers #ask meme #this ask meme actually started from me this time #m just really slow in answering #thank snow <3 #Aisha sends kicks in the nuts. affectionately #kugo ginjo

[swimyghost]

I decided to write a little ficlet about @self-insert-nonsense Resident Evil Village OC Elise. I hope y’all enjoy

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He did it. The famous Ethan Winters actually did it.

Elise had tried to pull him out of the Dimistrescu estate while he traversed the castle, but her foolish nieces had been chasing him around like chickens without their heads. She had elected to catch him if he managed to make it outside.

She was heavily regretting her decision.

Elise watched as the beastly form of her sister, a form she never knew existed, smash its way out of the castle to pursue the man. She tried to climb up the walls to stop either one of them from killing each other. That plan failed as Ethan fired his last sniper shot into the once-powerful Alcina Dimistrescu’s head, sending them both crashing down from the tower they were standing on and landing on the stone bottom. The sixth member of the strange Cadou bearing family waited until the Winters man fled the scene to see if what she had witnessed was true.

“Sister?” she muttered quietly, stepping over the broken stone. “...Sister? Lady Dimistrescu? ...ALCINA!”

The mixture of dust and its crystalline counterpart cemented her worse fears. Her older sister, the vampiric lord, Alcina Dimistrescu, laid dead. She froze only for a moment before rushing to search the rest of the now eerily silent castle, praying to anyone that could hear her pleas that the three Dimistrescu daughters were alive. 

First, she found Bela, next Daniela, and finally, Cassandra. After seeing the remains of the last of Alcina’s kin, Elise had to choke back a cry. Her cries were referred to by her lover Heisenburg as Banshee Shrieaks, though her brother Moreau called them Siren Screams. Whatever her wails were, the Irish lord had to keep her true feelings buried within as to not alert Ethan that someone remained. Despite her reluctance to show her inner emotions, Elise’s brain was forcing her to remember every detail she had in regards to the Dimistrescu family.

Meeting Alcina for the first time. The tall vampire woman comforting her after being injected and surviving the Cadou parasite. Watching as three little botflies grew into beautiful young ladies. Tea parties, balls, hunts, every moment flooded her senses.

“That bastard!” Elise howled, smashing through a nearby window and climbing down the now empty castle’s walls. Heisenberg’s plan was already going to shit. Her lover wanted the Winters man as an ally for his uprising against Mother Miranda, the Ruler of the Lords, and Elise.

“That creepy crow bitch needs to go down,” he told her after all the lords returned to their domains. His factory wasn’t technically her home, but Heisenburg hated the fact she lived so close to his extremely Miranda-devoted brother’s land so they arranged for her to make the metalsmith’s home hers. “She’ll kill us once Eva is revived. I can feel it.”

Elise had traced circles on his bare sweat covered chest, only partially listening. “So, we’re going to release the army? Just like that? You’re a fool if you think that’ll work.”

“What?” he snarled.

“Let’s see,” Elise began to count on her fingers, “not only is half of that BSAA group knocking on our doorstep, but Captain Boulder-Puncher and his lackeys are hiding in the shadows, and that girl’s father is walking around free. Something you let happened.”

Heisenburg snorted. “All a part of my plan. You’ve heard the rumors about the Baker’s residence, haven’t you? Ethan Winters will aid us. He just needs a little encouragement.”

“I suppose that’s where I come in?”

“You’re the fastest out of the two of us. Besides, you can get near that mega bitch’s castle without being killed on site. That is where you chased him to, right?”

“It’s not like he wasn’t going to go there anyway,” Elise huffed. “If I was a man looking for his kid, a giant fucking castle in the middle of the mountains is the place I go to first.”

Heisenburg had let out a small chuckle, reaching for his cigar. “I guess you’re right.”

Elise stopped him and pulled his face close to her, her eyelids half-closed. “I’m going to need some… Encouragement, if I’m going to be running around after another man.”

Her lover let out one of his famous wolf-like grins. “And I’ll be happy to provide.”

All of that talk was worthless to her now. The Fifth Lord wished she would’ve slapped some sense into her man but it was too late now. Her sister the “mega-bitch” and her daughters were dead and Elise had no clue where their killer might’ve run off to. She crashed landed onto a pile of snow, sending white flakes all over the landscape.

“Impressive form as always, Miss Brighid.”

Elise whipped her head only to be greeted with the smirking face of a monstrously obese man. He had hidden away in a wooden cart and was currently scratching at his stomach mass. Elise bared her teeth at the man. “I don’t need your commentary, Duke, I need answers.”

The Duke didn’t seem phased by the woman’s harsh tone. “Always straight to business, just like your main squeeze, Lord Heisenburg.”

She could feel her eyelid twitching. “Duke.”

“Right, I’m guessing you’re looking for Mr. Winters?”

“Mister Winters?” Elise snarled.

“I treat all my customers with respect, Miss Brighid.”

“He’s a customer!?”

Elise never understood why Mother Miranda allowed this behemoth to roam the village. He held no alliance to anyone and sold to anything that held a purse full of Lei. Even after years sent replicating the files and notes Mother Miranda had on everyone and everything slightly related to the village and her cause, barely anything was written about the strange merchant. The most both Heisenberg and Elise managed to gather was that “The Duke shall be allowed to do his business with little supervision as he provides valuable goods for both the villagers, the Lords, and [Mother Miranda’s] cause”. Regardless of what former feelings she held for The Duke, the current Elise was struggling to not rip his throat out.

“But of course! The man has things to sell and items to purchase for his little journey.” The Duke explained, talking to her as if she were a child who needed her hand held.

“Those items led to my sis- Lady Dimistrecu’s death! She is- She was- Argh!” 

Elise buried her fingers into her scalp. Her mind was seemingly whirling and spinning as it struggled to process its surroundings. Her feelings fluctuated from feral-like rage to sheer confusion to inescapable sadness. The Duke noticed and leaned in, his caravan creaking as he tried to look at the distressed woman’s face.

“I see the Cadou is still inflicting its poison into your brain. Are you feeling… What did Lord Heisenberg say… Fragmented? Perhaps I have a salve that can help settle your-”

“Shut up! Just shut up before I-”

The woman couldn’t finish her threat as a burning sensation rose in her throat. She gagged and stumbled backward. Elise managed to angle her head in just a way so the puddle of magma she vomited up didn’t touch herself in any way. Both she and The Duke watched the magma rapidly burned away the snow and dead plant life. Elise returned her gaze to The Duke and noticed the man was grimacing.

“Pardon my crudeness, Miss Brighid, but that was revolting.”

“I don’t take any pleasure either, Duke,” Elise replied, still trying to catch her breath.

“Luckily none of the locals saw that. The rumors about you have grown even nastier as of late. I believe they’ve begun to call you the- forgive my language -the Lady Whore and the Faux-Lord.” The Duke said with a sickeningly sweet smile.

“I know what you are trying to do, lardass!” Elise hissed. “Screw those mortal bastards and their pathetic drivel! They’re all gonna die anyway so what’s the point of trying to piss me off!”

The Duke chuckled. “This is funny. The old Miss Brighid would’ve instantly run to the village to invoke some personal justice against those who soiled her good name.”

“Well the old Miss Brighid didn’t have a killer father running amok, now did she?” Elise ground her teeth. “Speaking of, where is he? Where is the Winters man?”

The Duke leaned back and picked at his teeth with the help of his pinky nail. “I believe Mr. Winters was headed towards Lady Beneviento’s residence.”

Elise’s blood ran cold at that name. Her sister Donna Beneviento didn’t have any of her other siblings’ regenerative powers. She sadly had to rely on the body’s natural healing process and the medicine she crafted from her flowers. If Winters managed to land a clean shot on the silent maiden…

She has Angie and her hallucinogens if anything were to go wrong, she’ll be fine! Elise tried to convince herself. She had seen men who were the pinnacle of mental and physical health turn to sobbing, fragile-minded shells of their former selves due to Donna’s plants. Maybe she could get the jump on Winters instead of the other way around. But that wasn’t a bet she was willing to make.

I’ve already lost four family members, I cannot lose more! 

“It hasn’t been a pleasure seeing you, Duke,” Elise glared at the man. Before he could say anything, the Cadou wielder shot off towards the mountains where her sister’s manor lied in wait. The cold nipped at her skin but Elise persisted.

I need to hurry. Screw Karl’s plan, I need to protect my family!

#implied sex #ficlet #major character death #resident evil village spoilers #lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #karl heisenberg #lord heisenberg #mother miranda #resident evil village #resident evil viii #resident evil 8 #donna beneviento #lady beneviento #the duke #resident evil the duke #fanfic #angst

[cottoncandy-jester]

✨lay down now darling its time for a dream✨

Little Cucciolo (leone abbacchio x male reader)

Yay my first jjba story! There are many many more in the works and as always requests are open

Honestly Im a fan of writing reader as a literal dumb feral beast cause it reminds me of one of my ocs and they are fun so expect more fics with this type of reader

This story contains: pet play, anal sex, use of the word master, degrading, praise kink(if you squint), reader being a dumbass feral animal, dumbification

Cucciolo= puppy

"whose such a good boy? Whose such an obedient pet?"

" ah- me! Me me me master, it's me!"

Your excited squeals as you sat on your knees under the table made leone chuckle before running his hands through your hair. As he poked his fingers through the muzzle you wore he had to pull it back fast since you tried to bite him with your sharp teeth. Usually he would punish such actions but he allowed it since you were whining about food before you all got here.

Honestly you were more animal than person but that was okay, abacchio was the one to find you in an alley way eating rotten meat. At first he was going to leave you be but when you reached for him and let out those helpless little whines he couldn't help but take you home. With lots of training, care, and love you became the perfect pet you are now.

"is the puppy hungry? Hmm? If I take the muzzle off you can't bite anyone okay? Understand?"

The male's stern tone made you nod before you nuzzled your face against his thigh clearly wanting to get your face in-between his legs but Leone quickly stopped you before giving you a light glare.

"not that, not now..later if you are good you can have a taste"

Leone sighs as he unbuckled the muzzle and placed it on top the table only to put a plate of food onto the ground watching as you ate messily as if you were some starved beast.

Leone glanced down at you with a smile before focusing on calmly drinking a glass of wine, wrapped around his hand was a black leash attached to a black leather collar with a shiny purple heart tag with the words 'belongs to leone abbacchio' carved on it in black letters. You were his and everyone knew, hell the others would rarely touch you besides giving pets on your head or quick pats on your back

Well everyone besides giorno who had no fear of abbacchio's rules and would often praise and pet you whenever you were close enough, like right this moment when he reached under the table and softly snapped his fingers to gain your attention which worked.

Leone felt a faint tug on the leash so he looked down to check on you only to see you were on the other side of the table your body settled between giorno's legs as he seemed to be feeding you cake lovingly while softly giving you praises such as 'good boy' or even beckoning you to eat more.

"say ahh.. careful not to spill cream on you would hate to get you all messy"

Giorno's hushed dominant tone seemed to piss leone off but it only got worse when the male saw the blonde gently pull you up before slowly leaning down to lick cream off your cheek while glancing at your so called master.

Leone snapped and yanked the leash roughly seeing you fall back to the ground along with hearing a gagging sound from you before you looked at the source of the tug flinching at the sight of a very angry leone.

"come here, now"

It didn't take long before you were crawling under the table returning to leone's side and gripping his leg kissing it and his shoes as a way to apologize. The male glared down at you in disgust before simply scooping you into his arms before eying giorno he will deal with that asshole later.

Leone calmly walked into the bathroom before locking it and dropping you to the ground. He yanked your leash tightly as he pressed his heel against your bulge, he could feel how hard you were and just the sight of you like this drove him crazy.

"tell me slut, what the hell was that?"

"i-i wanted cake..you were busy so giorno offered to share"

Your soft voice was one he rarely heard since he was far more used to your random feral squeals and squeaks but it made him feel special since you only spoke to politely to him.

"when the Cucciolo needs something..who does he come to no matter what?"

Leone leaned down glaring at you as you kept your head down now sitting on your knees avoiding eye contact, you bit your bottom lip only to feel leone softly pull your lip from under your teeth

"speak, pet. Who do you go to when you want or need something?"

"m-master..I go straight to master and no one else"

Leone gripped your face with his hand now squishing your cheeks together and forcing eye contact, he wanted you to know that he was angry with you that what you did was wrong.

"then why would you even dare go to that bastard?! It's like you want to be punished"

After speaking leone pulled back before unhooking the leash from your collar and forcing you to stand. He glanced at the bathroom counters before giving a short whistle motioning you to bend over, a motion you are fairly familiar with.

It took you less than a second to bend over on the counter before you got to work on pulling down your pants only to feel leone roughly grab your arms and tie them behind your back using the leash as a rope.

"did I tell you to do that? You are just being so fucking bad today"

With an annoyed click of his tongue leone simply yanked your underwear and pants down in one swift yank. Your ass was already still red from the spanking you had gotten a few nights prior for biting leone and the sight made the male suck in a sharp breath

"spanking is far too good for you, no no a slutty boy like you deserve a punishment that will make you think twice about even being near that stupid bastard"

The Anger in leone's voice gave you shivers but then you heard a ripping noise and before you could question it you felt something shoved into your mouth. You recognized this fabric..it was your very own underwear

"now, here's what's gonna happen whore I'm going to finger this slutty little hole and see just how many times you cum just from that, is that understood?"

Once he saw you nod leone licked two of his fingers before he shoved them both in with zero warning, the feeling made your body twitch as you shuddered and squirmed lightly now feeling precum dribble down your cock as you waited for leone to move his fingers with a needy whine escaping you.

When leone did move he showed absolutely no mercy, his thick fingers shoved deep into your hole before he scared to do a scissor motion while pumping in and out deeply enjoying your insanely slutty squeals and moans.

"you slutty mutt, I bet you wanted this eh? You wanted to piss me off so I would punish you. You're always so eager for my fucking attention even if it means me ripping your hole open like this!"

His cold words ended with him adding a third finger inside if you now roughly pumping his fingers in and out spreading them as far as they would go. Your muffled who and feral bucking of your hips as you cummed only made leone hard but he needed more, he needed to feel you climax more. It was like an addiction watching your lewd face from the bathroom mirror the way your eyes rolled back as you slobbered all over the underwear in your mouth was enough to give him shivers.

His gluttony to make you cum went on for so long that you were already slurring your words and acting like a total idiot. Your body shook as your babbling was just you begging for his cock to rip you apart, the underwear dropped from your mouth but leone didn't seem to mind and actually adored your sobs and crazy babbling. leone finally gave into your sobbing pleas since he himself was so hard he thought his cock would rip his pants.

"alright slut, I hope you're ready"

As you heard him unzip his pants you were practially wiggling your ass from excitement as your brain was already dumb just from leone's fingers. As you felt leone untie your arms you couldn't help but squeal and whine

"master's cock! Ah! Gimme gimme gimme gimme! Need it need it! My slutty boy parts are tingling! Nghhh-"

Your high pitched squeals were silenced by leone slapping your ass before he pressed his cock against your eager asshole. He was going to give you a second to relax before he pushed in but he gasped when you slammed your ass back forcing him inside you.

"ooohh~ m-master's thick sweet cock is filling me I'm gonna ripppp~"

Leone gripped your hips with a low growl as he started to roughly thrust in and out of you.

"fuck- you're so fucking hot when you are stupid and horny like this so..damn..stupid all you can think about is cock"

His low growling in your ear seemed to only excite you more as your loud rabid moans filled the room. You were drooling with your eyes rolling back as you excitedly stroked your cock with one hand while your other pulling at your own nipples before you pressed your face against the counter getting drool all over it.

"faster! Faster! Faster! Harder! Harder! Break me break me break me!"

Your dumb squeals only got worse as leone did exactly as you screamed. You started to trail your tongue along the counter now not even speaking a proper language and just making random sounds.

"fuck- you are really going crazy there eh Cucciolo? Who owns you?! Who is the only one who can fuck you like this?! Speak!"

It was pure sadistic for leone to demand you to speak knowing you were already too brain fried to form proper words but hearing you squeal what sounded like his name over and over was enough for him.

When it came time for his climax leone digged his nails Into your hips as he slammed his hips harder before he heard a gasp coming from you, you knew exactly when he was going to cum and now came the point where your crazy begging for his cum started.

"need cum..! Insideeee! Dooo it inside! Fill fill fill fill!"

God leone loved how dumb you got cause of him. It was absolutely beautiful and was enough to make him slam his hips and fill your needy hole with his hot cum.

This action caused you to cum for what you think is the 5th time, your hips slammed into the counter as you cummed all on the floor and your body twitched and spasmed with the purest of bliss and euphoria before going totally limp.

Leone slowly pulled out and quickly held your waist so you didn't fall, he softly sat you on the found before pressing soft kisses onto youe face and sweetly, your eyes were drooped as your expression was zoned out, drool dribbled down your chin and you lightly swayed side to side.

He chuckled as he helped you get cleaned up and dressed before placing a soft kiss on your lips. He knew you more than you knew yourself so seeing you like this was nothing new though he did like to make sure you can somewhat talk.

"puppy, I love you"

"yummmmyy..cockkk~"

Yup.

He definitely overdid it.

leone calmly hooked your leash onto your collar before fixing his own clothes and scooping you into your arms feeling you nuzzle your face into his neck while still drooling so he softly rubbed your back now walking out the bathroom only see a line of people who urgently had to pee.

Leone simply smirked as he walked back to the table and calmly took a seat while you slowly took a nap cuddling into Leone while he petted your hair and planting sweet kisses onto your sleeping face.

"my sweet little Cucciolo, I love you more than life itself"

His sweet whispers into your ear earned him a sleepy coo as you felt into a slumber clinging to the man you love.

#jjba imagines #jjba smut #leone abbacchio #leone abbachio x reader #jjba

[valhallanrose]

K and S from the dirty headcanons for all of them! 👀

Insert ‘anything for you, Beyonce’ vine here. I’ve got a margarita in me, time to get SPICY

Dirty A-Z Headcanons here

For obvious reasons, answers under the cut.

Since these are both multi-part I’ll answer each question for each OC, but I’m gonna do it in bullet points for the sake of my brain. 

K - Kissing (what parts of their body do they like having kissed? what parts of their partner do they enjoy kissing? do they like leaving marks/having marks left on them?

Zelda

Loves her wrists, the space just in front of her ear, and the insides of her knees to be kissed, especially if those kisses are laid out on the journey elsewhere.

Loves to kiss her partners on their temples, shoulders, and lower belly. Also of course a fan of a light kiss to whatever bits her partner has, usually paired with a cheeky look and a ‘would you rather me be here?’. Also, hello, tits??? Grabby hands, put them in her mouth now

Adores both giving and receiving marks, wears them with pride if they’re in visible places. Can, will, and has bitten a partner’s ass to watch them squirm a bit when they sit down later on. Scratches are great when she’s topping, love bites are ideal when she’s bottoming, and god help her if her partner is wearing lipstick. She’s an adult, she fucks, if you’ve got beef that’s your problem

Miriyam

Prefers her kisses on her mouth, but if she had to pick other places - her back, her neck, and her inner thighs. Loves her ribs as well, though it’s more of the giggling kind of enjoyment than horny enjoyment. 

Happily gives kisses on necks, in the center of her partner’s chest, and when she’s feeling mushy/soft, foreheads or cheeks. Not really discriminate on kiss locations though, she also likes giving them on ankles, wrists, and lower backs. Also an ass biter. Suddenly I understand why Miriyam and Zelda work in that one AU. 

Miriyam less likely to give markings normally, but she loves giving love bites and bruises. She’ll keep them to areas that can be covered if you ask, but otherwise she is literally going for the throat. Not particularly picky about what she receives, though, she generally just thinks that kind of shit is great. 

Monster Miri is aggressive with marking. if you don’t tell her otherwise, she will grab with enough strength to bruise, and you will get bitten. A lot. She’s a territorial bastard and it scratches the protective itch. 

Astoria

Please kiss their hands, any and all pulse points, and their back. Particularly if you kiss the phases of their moon tattoo down their spine, it makes them squirm like there’s no tomorrow. Kisses on their chest make them soft and if you kiss their ass, they’re just going to tell you they’d rather sit on your face if your mouth is already down there

Usually they prefer to kiss mouths, but chests (over the heart), wrists, and the pulse point on their partner’s neck are all fair game. Also generally just enjoys putting their mouth on bellies and thighs, because they’re soft and they feel nice. Please smother them. 

They prefer to keep marks to where they can be covered on themself, which isn’t hard for their wardrobe, but when giving they’ll put them anywhere their partner wants. However, nothing makes them go more feral than the idea of leaving lipstick kisses on every bit of skin they can get their mouth on. Especially if mixed with some small love bites here and there. Drool. 

Matilda

Tilly would love it if you kiss her thighs, ankles, or her abdomen. She loves her legs, they look great, please worship them and give them the attention they deserve because they are not this toned for nothing

Preferred kiss deliveries are to lower backs, the backs of knees, and stomachs - mostly because she thinks they’re under-appreciated but she also loves it if it makes her partner giggle. The good kiss spots are for when you can make your partner laugh during sex. 

Not a fan of receiving marks, but will dig her nails in and give some good scratches if her partner is into it. It’s too risky if she’s in a show and she prefers clothing that shows off a bit of skin when it warms up, so she’d rather not stress about how it looks professionally. Prefers the aftermath of ruined makeup on herself after a good obliteration, though, so go for it, she’ll thank you later. 

Tamryn

Absolutely adores his hands, chest, or his upper back/the back of his shoulders being kissed. It makes him feel mushy, especially if done when cuddling in one way or another

Prefers to give kisses to jaws, collarbones, and fingertips, though his favorite thing to do when he’s feeling soft is body worship with his hands, quickly following the trail they make with his lips. Odds are he’d spend hours happily mapping every inch of his partner’s body with his lips and fingers if they didn’t stop him. 

He enjoys marking - because he can’t enjoy them visually, he focuses more on sensation. He prefers them on the softer parts of his body for the lighter, tingly kind of enjoyment, and spots like his ribs to make him jump because it feels sharper and draws his attention more. Also, to be entirely honest, bite his tits. He will jump but he loves it, especially if he can lace a hand into his partner’s hair while they do. When giving, he just likes to be directed where they want their marks, though he is also inclined to grip hard if he’s being ridden 

S - Sleepy sex (do they give oral to wake their partner up? do they like receiving oral to wake up? do they like fucking their partner awake? being fucked awake? how about being fucked to sleep at night? do they have lazy morning sex?

Note: I’m running on the assumption of a discussion beforehand about consent and boundaries, because that’s important. Even if my OCs are okay with something, they’d never do it if their partner isn’t also okay with it. If this isn’t your cup of tea, that is a-okay, just go ahead and scroll on by, I understand. That being said, away we go!

Zelda

Will give oral to wake a partner up, and very happy to do so if given permission. 

Loves receiving as well, though she’s more enthusiastic about giving in the mornings. Heavy sleeper means you can move her around a little bit, and you’ll know she’s awake when her thighs start squeezing your head.

Zelda’s situation for ‘woken up with sex’ is pretty specific, but I digress. She’s a stomach sleeper, and if her partner were, say, to gently turn her over and start trailing kisses down her skin, she’d be very receptive to oral once she’s in that sort of drowsy, awake-but-not-ready-to-leave-bed state. Which, at that point, she will start waking up pretty quickly, and if penetration is on the table after that point, she’d be very inclined to pillow princess for once. Just don’t be too rough on her, mornings are for soft and lazy and cozy, obliterations are for nighttime. 

Not really inclined to fuck someone else awake, but would wake a partner up for the explicit purpose of asking for sex because she’s horny. Which, honestly, that happens sometimes, she has no shame in admitting that.

Loves a good romp at the end of the night, both for the purpose of tiring herself out or her partner, it’s just a good way to go to sleep after a long day. She’s usually fairly energized and will take the chance to wind down in one way or another if her partner is feeling indulgent, but if she really feels restless, she can take care of herself. 

Lazy morning sex is definitely good, but uncommon with Zelda, usually because she likes to get up and start getting ready for the day rather than lazing about. Which is also why it’s better to wake her up with sex, she’s content to stay right there and pillow princess the morning away for a little while rather than jump straight out of bed. 

Miriyam

Not a fan of receiving oral to wake up, it just isn’t her thing.

However, she will happily settle in and wake her partner up with oral, if she’s late she’s late and she’ll eat the consequences for that after she’s done eating -

Not a fan of being fucked awake, sleep is a vulnerable state for her and being moved around for that will set her into a fight instinct rather than anything else. Also not really the type to fuck someone else awake for similar reasons, she doesn’t like it on herself and won’t do it to others

Shitty day at work? Will accept both an obliteration and doing the obliteration, fucking her or fucking a partner to sleep is absolutely ideal, though you might start crossing into the Monster Miriyam instinct here. Horny bastard. 

Loves the idea of lazy morning sex, but given that mornings for her on days off are something like two pm, odds are it’s just her dragging you back to bed for a cuddle and sex in the middle of the day. Not that she’s complaining, it’s a day off for a reason. 

Monster Miriyam falls pretty close in line with this, but, well. There’s no such thing as a lazy morning with her. You can pillow princess in the mornings, but you’re definitely going to be awake for it. 

Astoria

You will get absolutely socked if you try and fuck them awake. Or kicked if you try oral. Point is, don’t try it if they’re not awake yet. 

Given the strength of their feelings about receiving, their thoughts about giving are also probably pretty clear. 

Not at all opposed to being woken up for sex, but like...give them five minutes. And a few kisses. They’ll make it clear when they’re good to go, promise.

Loves sex at the end of the day. Sometimes their mind is so active that it’s hard for them to shut it down, but an orgasm (or more, if their partner is feeling indulgent) puts their head in this really warm, calm space that’s great for going to bed in. 

Lazy mornings run on the assumption you wake up before them, which feels unlikely, but they are inclined to stay in their pajamas on lazy days. They wear these light, loose cotton nightgowns, and just those nightgowns to bed, but even if they’ve gotten out of bed to do something, they’ll come back. Especially if they can pull the bottom of said nightgown up around their hips and straddle their partner in one way or another, clothed sex is a big thing of theirs. 

Matilda

Not as violent as Astoria if you try oral or fucking them awake in the morning, but she will very quickly push you away and give you the silent treatment. 

Also not really likely to wake up her partner that way, it’s just not her thing

You can, however, meet her in the shower for a quick bit of morning fun before she has to run to work. Her shop, her hours, her problem if she’s late. 

Definitely loves sex at night to wind down. It’s her preferred time for it, too, when she can take her time and not have to stress about work or orders or rehearsal - just focusing on her partner and making each other feel good, and that’s it. Granted, if she had rehearsal that day, there is not a force on this earth that will make her do anything other than pillow princess. 

Lazy morning sex is kind of...eh, in her opinion. She’s usually up at the crack of dawn to go for a run, and if it’s when she gets back, she will literally do nothing before showering. Wakes her up more. However, she will give oral if her partner would like it when she’s done in the shower, and if they didn’t already join her. 

Tamryn

Please do not give him oral when he’s asleep, he has a morning checklist he goes through when he wakes up to orient himself and waking up with a mouth on his dick throws him into something of a panic. He knows he went to bed with his partner, yeah, but he just doesn’t have the awareness to want that right away. 

Not inclined to give oral to wake a partner up either, but if once they’re awake fully and they’d like oral afterwards, that’s a request he can manage happily

See above points for why he does not fuck awake or be fucked awake, thank you

Loves sex at the end of the day, though he’s usually more inclined to bottom at that point. It’s a good time to get him very subby and very pliant, though if you want him to top, you can squeeze a service top out of him with some direction. Good for winding down at the end of the day. 

Lazy morning sex is a whole Tamryn mood. He likes to position his bed in spaces where the sun filters through the window so he’s warm when he does come to, and he loves to cuddle while he motivates himself to get out of bed. That being said, this is a good time (in his opinion) for sex, especially if you want him to top. He’s feeling warm and fuzzy and just wants to take his time, and he will if you let him. After that? Shit, he might not even need his usual morning coffee to power through the rest of the day. 

#LONG #lemon juice #zelda hollyheart #miriyam von helvig #astoria fenharrow #matilda everard #tamryn olenev #asks

[waltzing-marionettes]

❤️💚💜💓 For comfort character please!

Since you know me so well, you know i’m gonna do both Augusta and Nico for this one, because i love them and because i can

❤️ Why do you like them in particular?

I’ve made posts before on why I relate to Augusta trauma-wise, but honestly I’m really fascinated by the image of her as a headstrong woman in the Victorian times, who doesn’t fully fit into the gender roles of that era. There is something in the different portrayals of her that doesn’t entirely make sense either character- or story-wise (the traumatized woman vs the heartless temptress) which makes me want to fill in the canon gaps myself, and regardless of if you accept the plot twist or not (which i don’t), she wants to make Alexis suffer and honestly i’m all here for that. Plus, she’s drop dead gorgeous and i’m weak and gay,,

Nico?? He’s simply just a chaotic bastard man with some very relatable issues and lots of love to give. I’ve had him as an oc since my teens, and i love his entusiasm, his sensitivity, and of course the darker, more feral side of his personality. He’s sort of a enthusiastic, chaotic neutral anti-hero with questionable morals and chompy teeth

💚 Which songs remind you of them?

I have a lot of songs that reminds me of them, both together and on their own, but if i have to pick one theme song each for them in the Dearest Delilah universe??

Augusta: One more soul to the call - Mary Elizabeth McGlynn

Nico: Death Wheel - Adrian von Ziegler

💜 What does their shampoo/cologne/perfume smell like?

Hmm, Augusta’s perfume would probably have some deep, sweet notes, like night-blooming flowers and dark chocolate, with a hint of roses and powder, musk and spicy tea. Something dark and alluring, with a floral depth.

Nico’s cologne would probably be very floral with notes such as lily-of-the-valley, honeysuckle and mint, but with some deeper notes of blood orange or amber, and of aniseed, candle smoke and myrrh. (bonus round: Nico’s breath probably smells like bath bombs and soap tho, he’s the kind of person who would try to eat them)

💓 What are their most prized possessions?

Remember that gilded turquoise brooch that Augusta accidentally broke in chapter one of Dearest Delilah? The one that she got from her mother? I like to imagine that she kept it as a reminder of her failure to be the perfect daughter her parents wanted. It’s actually based on a real brooch that my mother gave to me, but without the tragic backstory. Here:

However, after she met Nico and they got married, i imagine that she got rid of the brooch and that her most prized possession became her wedding ring instead.

Nico’s most prized possessions are most likely the letters that his sister Luna sent him during his time at the university when he was at his very worst, since they gave him a tiny shred of hope to hold on to, and later his wedding ring also became one of his most prized possessions.

Thank you for the ask!! ✨

#replies #ask meme #crowcrownprince #godchild #dearest delilah

[ainarosewood]

Infinity

@gatheredfates​

*Note*-This will be of my Oc Suisei as the Amaurotine well before the Final Days of Amarout ^.^ 

Aridane sat upon the sculpted edge of the planter around one of the trees that lined the avenue staring up at the sky.  Most of her fellow citizens who wandered the streets just smiled as they saw the young Amaurotine looking up.  Most assumed her eyes were upon the purple blossoms scattered within the leaves their color barely discernible in the street lamps. To them most likely dreaming up concepts that she might one day accomplish.

They were quite mistaken her eyes were not on the tree or its blossoms, but on the wonder that only she and a few others could properly see.  The great River of Aether that swirled and flowed from all things below to the sky above where it drifted to what all knew to be the Underworld where life began its journey anew.

Of her classmates in the Akademia Anyder she knew of only two others who saw this as vividly and clearly as she did Hades and Hythlodaeus.  The former was a self centered annoyance that she tolerated the presences of for the sake of the latter since he was a close friend.  Hades bragged endlessly about his acuity of vision acting as if he alone understood what they were seeing.  She knew from time to time he could be tolerable but most of the time his attitude left much to be desired.

“There you are,” a voice called and she tore her eyes away from the river of aether to her dear friend.  Hythlodaeus strode up grinning wide as he reached her overtly excited about something.

She returned the grin she couldn’t help it his enthusiasm was infectious.  She had seen it could even get Hades to smile from time to time which irked the boy to no end and she found endless amusement from. “What’s got you so excited Hyth?” she asked

He was all but dancing in place his eyes beneath his mask glowing with excitement, “I have finally had a concept approved by the Bureau.  I can implement it as soon as possible!”

“Thats wonderful Hyth!” she jumped up catching his hands with joy. Aridane was so proud that her friend finally had achieved something he had been desiring for so long.

“It is indeed, but I wonder, when will you finally get one approved Aridane?” a voice nearby drawled

She turned giving him a taut smile anger smoldering deep in her eyes, “When I am good and ready Hades.” she replied evenly

The twitch of amusement in his lips told her he had seen he had struck a nerve.  She was seething inside but she kept it well in check.  She would not give him the satisfaction of seeing her angry, “I have been working out another one I just would like to put the finishing touches on it before I present it to the Bureau.”

Disappointment flickered in Hades eyes as he saw her ignore the obvious bait he had thrown at her.  She felt a tiny bit of joy at seeing that honestly the boy could be insufferable.

“Can we see it Aridane?” Hythlodaeus asked interest apparent in his eyes, “Honestly I don’t know why they haven’t approved one before you always have such interesting ideas.”

“To you maybe,” Hades yawned, “Honestly I think I am going to head to the dorm and get some sleep.”  With that he gave them a lazy wave and sauntered off heading for the student dorms.

“Honestly Hyth, one of these days I am going to show that smug bastard that he is not the center of everything.” she growled

“He likes you Ari, that’s why he teases you so.  Honestly you two would make a good pair” Hyth stated mischief dancing in his eyes.

She stared in shock at the other boy and sputtered, “That’s......what do you.....never gonna happen!”

Hyth laughed and held up both hands in a placating gesture, “I’m joking, I’m joking.   He does like you but not like that.”

She just glared at him annoyed that he’d even suggest something so absurd.  She almost wanted to deny his request about seeing her concept but seeing the pleading eyes she relented.

“Come on, Its plans are in the classroom in the Words of Halmarult.”  she said leading him back toward the Akademia Aynder.  As they stode through the halls they were greeted by several classmates.  Once they arrived she went over to her desk and pulled out the crystal that housed the purposed concept.

She flowed her Aether into it and before her appeared a beautiful flower.  It was small with a flat leaf base the blossom itself was two toned the outer petals a pale white while the center was a gorgeous golden hue matching the delicate stems of pollen at its heart.

“I must say I hardly expected something so fragile from you.  But I have to admit it is beautiful.” Hades voice sounded from the door of the classroom, “The Bureau would be foolish to deny that one.  Its the best I have ever seen you make.

She whirled wanting to respond with a scathing remark but it died on her lips as he seemed to be actually meaning what he said.  Color crept into her cheeks and she looked back at the flower mumbling, “Thank you Hades.”

“Couldn’t resist eh?  I knew you secretly had a soft spot for her,” Hythlodaeus snickered.

Hades glared at him his golden eyes showing his full annoyance, “Hardly but seeing as how she is always tagging along with the two of us I had to make sure it wouldn’t be something embarrassing.  Unlike you I actually care what people think of me and the company I keep.”

Her discomfort turned to anger in a flash and she snapped, “Tagging along, ha as if I’d bother to follow the likes of you Hades.  I deal with you because Hyth considers you a friend nothing more!”

He just gave a feral smile, “On that we are of one mind.” he responded, “But such annoyance aside I did mean what I said it is beautiful.  Keep making things like that and I may not be as bothered by you being around.”

She gritted her teeth, furious with herself that she had let him get under her skin like that.  “You can be sure I will and better, I’ll show you that you aren’t as great as you think you are!”

“Please both of you,” Hythlodaeus pleaded, “Lets not argue or start snapping at each other,”

“Very well, I will Hyth,” she responded shoving her annoyance away for his sake.

“If you insist,” Hades sighed, “Besides it is about to be lights out so we best all be getting to our rooms.”

As if summoned by his words the chime to alert students to return to their dorms rang out through the halls of the Anyder.  Aridane withdrew her aether from the crystal and the flower dispersed its aether returning to the great river since it no longer needed to retain its form.  She then put the crystal back into the desk and strode out.  

As she passed him Hades realized that the flower’s dispersing aether was the same color as it’s creator’s.  That in his mind made it even more beautiful for it meant she poured some of herself into its creation.

“Aridane,” he called as he followed Hythlodaeus out. She paused then turned to face him her green eyes guarded beneath her mask, “That flower really is beautiful, I hope the Bureau approves it.”

She stared at him a moment confused before saying, “Thank you Hades.”

Hythlodaeus just beamed at the both of them and they rolled their eyes at him before going their separate ways to their dorm rooms.

As she made her way there Aridane looked up at the great river and smiled as she saw the flowers aether flow into the river its white and golden hues adding a splash of brilliance amidst the other myriad of colors that surrounded it.  Hers were not the only eyes that saw that as well as Hades and Hythlodaeus stared into the sky at the beautiful infinite river.

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Spoilers beneath cut mostly allusions to events in patch 5.2

Suisei wandered about the crystal filled room while Y’shtola attempted to reactivate the ancient device.  For some reason she felt drawn away from the rest of the group by a familiar feeling aether.  

Naught here should feel familiar she thought to herself as she made her way through the banks of crystals each brimming with varying aethers within.  She followed the feeling until she stopped before a crystal glowing with a white and golden hue.

What? she asked herself as she reached for it without thinking.  Suddenly it glowed and she jumped back drawing her staff preparing for the worst.  Instead of a beast however there was naught but a single flower.  A Lotus with pale white petals surrounding a golden center.  Cautiously she approached it and picked it up.  There was something naggingly familiar about the plant but for the life of her she couldn’t place why.

“What have you got there?” Ryne’s voice asked from behind her

Suisei turned toward the girl and said, “I....I do not know some sort of Lotus it...it was in one of these crystals.”

“Ryne, Suisei there you are,” Alphinaud stated as he came up to the two of them, “Shtola wanted a to speak to us all but you two had disappeared.

“Sorry Alphinaud, I had sensed something and thought to investigate it, it would seem it was naught more than this flower.”  Suisei responded holding out the Lotus.

“Well it certainly is different, as what you were sensing from it however, I cannot fathom for it seems an ordinary if not unusual Lotus bloom.” 

Suisei’s brow furrowed, “Aye, it does.....I....had felt a familar aether and thought to look for it.”

Alphinaud frowned, “Bring it to the others let us see if there is aught more to it than meets our eyes.  And, again Y’shtola wished a word with all of us.”

She nodded in response and they both followed him back to where the others were near the ancient recorder.  Y’stola’s announcement was simple she desired to remain here to see what more she could glean concerning Elidibus and Venat from the device and she urged the others to return to the Crystarium to keep an eye on ‘Ardbert’s’ actions.

As the others began to make their way back through the Anyder to Bismark Suisei turned to Y’shtola asking, “Shtola could you take a look at this please and tell me if there is something strange about it?”

“What exactly....” the miqo’te began but then her eyes widened, “Why are you concentrating a bit of your own aether in you hand?”

“My....” Suisei started, “I am holding a flower.....one that came from one of these crystals stored here....I....my aether are your sure?”

The miqo’te nodded, “Aye....” she then paused a moment before continuing, “We know that we are fragments of the original souls that inhabited this star and that these crystals house the concepts to be drawn upon in the act of creation.  So it stands to reason that one could find perhaps a concept made by ones past self....”

Suisei nodded, “And I have ever been sensitive to aether so perhaps I sensed it due to that.”

“Would you perchance be willing to leave that here?” Shtola asked, “Perhaps it could give me a better understanding of how this storage method worked and unlike the other concepts that were called forth this one is intact.”

Suisei handed the blossom over to Shtola without hesitation, “Its yours, please be careful Shtola...who knows what else might be stored here.”

The miqo’te nodded, “Fear not dear friend I have no intention of finding out.  Now go the others are waiting.”

The Au’ra nodded and turned to catch up with the others questions swirling in her mind.  Was it just her aetheric sensitivity that drew her to that crystal or was it some forgotten memory?  And why did she have a sense of sorrow and pride when she looked upon the Lotus?

#image from wallpapercave.com #oc suisei onishi #Amaroutine WOL #the past #most of my ocs would have this sort of relationship with Hades #none of them like him as more than a tolerated friend #seaswolchallenge #sorry for the bit long of a post #au'ra #raen #primal data center #hyperion

[cinnaminsvga]

So sometime last year I sent an ask about what the characters in your social media aus would think of their other counterparts (so tlhc!namjoon/igwt!namjoon/loh!namjoon and so on). You've made two more sm!aus since then so I thought it would be interesting to ask again? You can focus on just tddp and 300 mdh or you can do all of your aus, or you can do a few, up to you! :)

THIS IS LITERALLY SO LATE I’M SO SORRY I KEEP FORGETTING TO ANSWER THIS LMAO BUT GOD DAMN HERE I AM!! ANSWERING IT!!

okay so i do remember you asking me about that!! it was really fun to answer bc it made me think about what sort of interesting character dynamics they all have with one another… this is gonna get long so my full answer will be under the cut ;w;

seokjin

oh god… where do i even begin with this shithead… ngl, seokjin has been fairly sane in my past two aus. while he’s still a shithead, i’d say that i’ve toned him down somewhat. tddup!jin probs get along with the best with tlhc!jin and 300mdh!jin because theyve all got that chaotic energy to them. i love those jins especially bc i love making him stupidly funny one second, and then flip his personality into something more serious. i’d say 300mdh!jin is a bit more serious though, what with him being a spy and all, so i think he’d also get along with igwt!jin. and ofc, everyone hates looh!jin bc he’s evil >:)

yoongi

oh damn where do i even begin… we all know and love tddup!yoongi aka hades… king of the underworld and a cavernous asshole… he’s the most chaotic yoongi i’ve ever written, and i sincerely don’t regret it. he’d probs not get along with any of the other yoongis bc they’re all so… yoongi. i can foresee 300mdh!yoongi trying to murder tddup!yoongi out of spite. and 300mdh!yoongi… he’s got problems, and most of them stem from his not-so-secret crush on seokjin… looh!yoongi would definitely relate to him on that one (though not bc of looh!seokjin… lord knows they’ve tried that and it’s just too Messy). 

hoseok

tddup!hoseok is just tddup!seokjin 2.0 tbh… i just?? love making them dumb and dumber?? best dynamic tbh… pairs the best with igwt!hoseok for sure… igwt!hoseok and 300mdh!hoseok would be like water and oil, however… igwt!hoseok is a really good guy despite his weird personality and he takes his job seriously (most of the time) so ofc he wouldn’t like people who… kidnap other people… looh!hoseok, who isn’t evil but isn’t good, would just be heavily creeped out by both tddup/300mdh!hoseok. oh, and 300mdh!hoseok would definitely feel bad for tlhc!hoseok… poor dude knows what its like to lose someone :-(

namjoon

well, tddup!namjoon is just a turtle now so all namjoons from all my aus love him. 300mdh!namjoon……….. well, we know how he’s like. probs would get along with all the namjoons except looh!namjoon bc hes a fucking crazy bastard… 300mdh!namjoon would probs hack his laptop and delete looh!joon’s vmin porn stash out of spite. he’d have good conversations with tlhc!namjoon tho. damn… lowkey wanna read that

jimin

tddup!jimin. is a lot. he’d get along with 300mdh!jimin for sure, but he’d get along with igwt!jimin the most. those bitches… love their chloroform… also they’re both wayyy too powerful so they’d bond over knowing the future of their stupid friends and laugh about it. 300mdh!jimin is just there for a laugh… so he’s probs good with tlhc!jimin. looh!jimin…. we don’t talk about him here. all the other jimins would kill him, poor kid… lmao

taehyung

tddup!taehyung loves 300mdh!taehyung. like, not bc their personalities are similar, but because tddup!tae probs thinks 300mdh!tae is like his lil pet or smth. a feral, drywall-eating pet. theres just something… animalistic about 300mdh!tae… unhinged… would get along with igwt!tae in that regard… they both love to eat egg with the shell… something about calcium… 

jungkook

since all my jungkook characters are weebs, ofc those two idiots from 300mdh and tddup would be friends… best friends, in fact… they’d bond over their hatsune miku figurines and trade h*nt** recommendations with one another… 300mdh!kook introduces tddup!kook to anime stan twt and they both get flamed in like 3 minutes flat bc tddup!kook made the bold claim that kny was the best anime of the decade… some things are just meant to be kept to yourself… oh and they both have tumblr accounts but they get shadowbanned by staff themselves bc they tried bringing back p*** to this hellsite

oc

oh god… oh jeez… tddup!oc would KILL 300mdh!oc… god… imagine the absolute bloodbath… not even zeus could stop tddup!oc from decking 300mdh!oc’s stupid face… 300mdh!oc reminds tddup!oc too much of zeus and it pains her to see her living her life… being a nuisance to society… she’d kill igwt!oc too. her only friends would be tlhc!oc… looh!oc is a lil sketchy and shes got atrocious vibes… she’s walking on thin ice but if she makes the wrong move, 300mdh!oc is going in for the kill…

#ahhh that was fun #god i love my stupid children... they try their best #runningtospringday #answered #best

[emathevampire]

3, 4, 30, 40, 47, 56, and 61 for Alexis!

3. What is the meaning behind their name? Do they have any nicknames?Her name means protector, defender, shield of mankind. It’s a literal summary of her skills, personality, and it’s also one that can go for either gender, both things I liked about it when I was naming her. I feel really attached to my name irl despite my gender rarely aligning to what people assume from it, so I wanted her to be able to keep hers without feeling dysphoric about it. I projected a lot onto this OC when I made her, lol.As for nicknames, her name’s pretty short, so she doesn’t really have one. Or at least I don’t THINK the party’s given her one, but I don’t remember.

4. Do they have any siblings? How many? Are they older or younger?  Which sibling are they the closest with? Alexis has one sibling, a younger sister. Seven whole years younger. They never got along, because as soon as her parents saw they had a “real” daughter, they pretty much discarded their first-born as a priority. Come to Alexis’ 16th birthday, when she expected to be given the family’s relic shield to train with as the first-born daughter’s coming of age rite, and her parents not only denied it to her but gave it to her 9 year old sibling a week before her 10th birthday instead? She never forgave her sister for accepting the shield, stole it in the night, and ran away from home. A few years later, with some training under her belt, she came back to do what she had been told was impossible and become a huntress of Artemis. It was a whole thing, with her sister having excelled as a prodigy and being accepted into the clergy, and her sister rejecting her at the temple doors saying it would be impossible for her to be given entry. Despite literal divine intervention, Alexis’ sister refused to accept her, and ended up cast out from the temple of Artemis by the head priestess for her cruelty while Alexis was allowed entry... which pretty well burned any potential bridge over the rift between them.

30. When frightened, will they resort to “fight” or “flight”?Fight. Always. Alexis stands her ground no matter what. A tactical retreat is different, she’s not suicidal and is usually the first to suggest moving to a more advantageous choice of terrain, but that only works if everyone agrees... and even in cases where her allies back down, she’ll hold the line until her last breath if it means they get out safely. She’s already lost her head once doing this, it was a pretty dramatic “save yourself, I’ll hold them back” moment where she held off a corrupted celestial on a staircase so the rest of the scouting party could run for backup, that I kinda wish had earned her more appreciation from the party. And, yes, she got better, don’t worry! She’s died a few times, but that doesn’t mean she’s gonna give up. If you can cast raise dead, you can bet she’ll come back determined as ever. 

40. Who do they trust most? Is that trust mutual?Hmmmmm. Trust MOST, is a hard question. I might have said Gelwyn, one of the player’s characters, but due to his recent dubiously honourable attempt to hire her to kill one of the other player characters if it came to a fight, he’s gone down on her list, which makes her sad. Probably Aodyni, since Aodyni knows her one big secret. And while she doesn’t blindly trust Aodyni, a known selfish conniving underhanded sneaky little feral bastard, she knows she’s about the only person Aodyni respects, trusts, or listens to at all. And she knows that she can trust Aodyni to behave in rude feral selfish ways, so she’s not likely to be surprised by anything she does. The two have a very... weird relationship. Alexis feels responsible to break Aodyni’s curse, and well. Aodyni knows Alexis, unlike other people, genuinely seems to like her and want to help her, despite the fact that every word that comes out of Aodyni’s mouth is twisted into something nasty. Aodyni knows that she doesn’t deserve the trust Alexis has in her. Alexis feels that because of this, she should extend her that trust anyway. They basically live on good faith with one another, despite their misgivings and doubts.

47.  What’s their pain tolerance like?Pretty darn good, all things considered. When she gets badly wounded enough, she flies into an adrenaline-fueled frenzy and just fights harder. She is absolutely TERRIFIED of needles, though. Spear to the thigh? This is fine. Pinprick on the finger? IT’S THE END OF THE WORLD.

56. What do they smell like? Why do they smell like this? (Is it the things they’re around or a perfume they wear?)Alexis isn’t one for perfumes or scented things, when using stealth it’s a disadvantage to have a distinct scent to give away your position, and like many Amazons, she has a sensitive nose. She tries to keep clean whenever she can, usually trying to find a secluded natural water source away from prying eyes... so normally, she doesn’t smell too bad, but if she has to hang out somewhere she can’t get any privacy, she can get a bit funky. Usually though, she smells like very clean soft cat fur, a hint of petrichor, and a little bit musky.

61. Which season is their favorite season?Summer! Hot, hazy nights, the sound of cicadas, dry grass rustling in the breeze, fireflies, midday naps lounging in the branches of a lone shade tree on the savanna... Seasons don’t mean much in the northern end of the Amazon Isles, which are a temperate rainforest environment, but in the southern steppes where she lived with the Gnoll tribe that took her in, she learned to really love the changing weather. Not so much a fan of the winter, and the spring came with rain she could do without, but late summer was definitely her favourite.

#i personally hate summer but that's just because if I go outside in it I'll die... #and I also always gotta work. can't ever go relax or try to enjoy it. i miss getting to enjoy summer #so Alexis loves it for me #rixa's rants #rixa writes #thanks for the ask! some of these were really hard #alduinsbanes

[dirtycar-remade]

idk anything abt ur ocs (im sorry ;_;) so could u give me a briefing? :oc

wahhh sure but just know i have a lot so im not gonna talk abt all of em!! ill uhhh talk abt 3 “stories” i guess. also gonna put it under the cut cuz its gonna get loongg

first one is legend hunt n its my baby project. its a webcomic ive been workin on for.. fuck like 4 years now? still havent started drawing it cuz i keep on rewritin it n redesignin its characters but basically its abt a group of characters lookin for iconias (one of the kingdoms) great hidden treausre. heres a toyhouse page for it but not everyone is on it yet. abt the characters now!!

first ones julian, hes the main protag. hes half fairy half human n the prince of iconia tho he ran away from it at the beginning of the webomic for reasons i cant get into yet! hes kinda the opposite of a perfect prince, like hes often grumpy n very self concious n can b an asshole if he needs to, he hates lying but does it kinda a lot. hes super flawed but also super fucking depressed but god he gets sooo much better as the time goes on n im SO proud of him.

next one is jaspar. hes from the elossa kingdom n is the captain of the royal guard here tho he never really wanted that job, he got it cuz his father retired. he looks like ur stereotypical knight cuz hes tall n muscular n has a sword but hes such a SOFTIE. hes like the softest character in this whole thing. hes not really a coward but he does get scared easily n he doesnt really like fighting all that much. hes very sweet n kind but also gets distracted suuper easily n tends to speak before thinking first. hes also julians looove interest

then theres pumpkin whos my favorite in the entire webcomic tbh. cant talk much abt her past but i feel like ppl r gonna call her #problematique n r gonna hate her cuz shes a rude female character like what?? how dare she b a loveable asshole. i just KNOW ppl r gonna call her a bitch fdhghfh but anyway ya shes tired shes kinda mean but shes also very caring, shes just kinda done w everything. her n julian hav a lot of similarities which is why they get along so well.

next up is licorice theyre pumpkins familiar. theyre the youngest of the main cast, theyre only 15! theyre very into fashion n make up n like to experiment w their appearance, theyre also veeery hyper. they switch a lot between their human form n their cat form (which is a maine coon kitty!). theyre honestly a bastard but i love them theyre feral

n last main character is elyon! hes pumpkins best friend n “neighbour” n by that i mean he lives in a tree house near pumpkins tree house! hes blind n hes an archer. he has a twin sister who has lots of bde n is a lesbian icon. elyon is the last main character i came up w/ so i dont talk abt him a lot but basically hes just very chill but also very protective of his belongings n friends n house n stuff. hes chill tho.

n ok this is already fucking long SO ill b quick abt the other two things, 2nd story is a dnd “campaign” i was plannin to do but it changed to a rp im writin w my gf! its set in the fuuuutuuure n i cant really talk much abt it cuz i dont want my gf to get Spoiled for the plot but its got a cowboy, an emo twink, two whole murder girls n lots of idiots

n last story is just kinda a wip rn, i draw these characters a lot in school cuz theyre supposed to b in a kinda simplified style. its abt angels n demons n ppl n its also furries cuzzzz furries easier to draw. i have a height chart of the main characters i did in ms paint lol so ill just,, put it here

#SORRY I TOOK SO LONG TO REPLY N ALSO SORRY ITS SO LONG HFGHGH #i didnt even read it so if theres anything that doesnt make sense its probably cuz i fucked up my wording or grammar f #ask #pausemenu #oc tag