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[ya9amicide]

Redamancy [BTS]

chapter one

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summary: Hybrids were accepted in society to a certain degree. To some, they are for entertainment. Used as sex and money tools. To lock up and abuse whenever and however they please. Something to have control over. To others, they are companions. Just like regular animals are used for therapy or simply companionship, hybrids are too.

To the rest, they are just like everyone else. Someone with their own life who deserves the same freedoms as your everyday John or Jane Doe. Wren is one of these people. She hates the idea of owning a hybrid. She has nothing against those who own them for medical or companionship reasons. Just the rest.

But, when a ragtag pack of seven mismatched hybrids somehow ends up in the woods behind her home, she takes them in and does the one thing she never thought she would do. Own them. But, she also does something she didn't even think was possible. She fell in love with each and every one of them.

pairing(s): ot7 x ot7, ot7 x oc

warnings: none

Most hybrids come from Asian countries because of the ethereal beauty they possess. For most, that is the only asset that keeps them alive. The way most of these hybrids end up in other countries is if they are sold to someone and brought there. Now, the entire world has hybrids mixed into its population.

Being a writer, I always get asked why I haven't written anything about hybrids. For a fantasy writer, it's like the jackpot of writing material considering they actually exist and all the information I would need is right at my fingertips if I want it to be.

It's just something that never sat right with me. I don't know everything and the only way to know everything is to speak to one myself. I don't own a hybrid. I won't own a hybrid. I have nothing against people who own them as long as they are treating them with care. But, I just don't feel comfortable interrogating someone for the purpose of a story.

Hybrids have very unique, very personal aspects to their lives that other people don't have. It would be like asking the deepest most personal questions about someone's life. It's unfathomably uncomfortable.

Luckily, I can escape the demands for hybrid content when I'm teaching. Teaching Greek mythology to college students has its perks in that regard. Which, leads me to where I am now, wrapping up my lecture for the day.

"Alright everyone, don't forget your homework for the weekend." Some students groan at the back of the room. I stand from behind my desk, walking around to the front where I lean against it with my hip. "Yes, yes, I know. Just be thankful you get a whole weekend for it, your other professors probably wouldn't be so nice. Now, any questions?"

Two hands raise in the air and I call on the first one to come up. "How many sources did we need to cite again?"

"At least three," I say. "You can use more if you'd like, I have no issue with that. However, I hope I don't need to remind you which types of websites aren't credible sources?"

Everyone shakes their heads and I nod, calling on the next person. "Will there be any time to come in to ask questions about our papers before Monday?"

"To come in, no. Unfortunately not. However, if you'd like you can email me with any questions you have or just send me a draft and I can read it for you and give you feedback that way. I will try to get back to you asap if I can. Just please do not email me Monday morning or late Sunday night as I will be asleep and it will be too late for you."

When I finish speaking everyone shuffles in their seats. "Any more questions?" When nobody else speaks up, I lean upright from my position in front of my desk. "If that's all then you are all free to go. Have a good weekend." I receive goodbyes from almost every student as they leave. Once the last one does, I shuffle all of my belongings together and leave the room, locking the door.

On my way home, it starts to rain. It's been in the forecast all week but it was only supposed to be a slight drizzle. This, however, is a torrential downpour. Pulling into my driveway and parking, I brace myself to make a run for it. There's no way I won't get drenched.

Walking inside, I toe off my shoes and drop my things by the door before going upstairs to change into warm and comfy clothes for the evening. Walking into the kitchen for food, I pass the large, sliding glass doors that lead to my backyard and the woods behind my house.

Cereal for dinner sounds good. With a bowl of dry cereal in one hand and a glass of milk in the other, I make my way to the living room. On the way, I pass by the glass door again. Lighting strikes, lighting up the yard and the woods in the distance. In the treeline, I almost swear I can see an animal. It's not super big, but it's not small either. Surprisingly, even with the woods bordering my house, not many animals make their way out. so, seeing one now is slightly odd.

I set my food down on the coffee table and move back to the kitchen, making a plate of food for...whatever is out there. If it's in the woods in a storm like this, it must be hungry. Sliding open the glass door, I set the plate down on the porch under the awning and move back inside where I sit on the couch with my own food and the tv playing in front of me.

I'm around two episodes into the show I was watching when I hear footsteps on the back porch. They're small but loud enough for me to hear through the rain which has settled down into a soft drizzle. Standing, I make my way to the door, trying to keep my steps light and my posture open so whatever is out there doesn't feel threatened by me.

When I'm close enough to see what it is, I find a German Shepherd right before it shifts and a man is left in its place. My hand reaches out for the door handle when he sees me. His eyes widen and he scrambles to pocket all of the food and make a run for the woods.

I quickly open the door trying to stop him. "Wait, please! You don't have to go." He freezes in his steps, halfway off the porch. "I- I can give you more food if that isn't enough. And some water too if you want?" He's thin and pale and shaking like a leaf where he stands. "Please?" My voice is soft, I'm afraid if I speak too loud he'll run away. "I just want to help."

It feels like we stare at each other for hours before he nods his head, barely enough for me to see but it's still a nod. "Okay, okay that's good," I say and lead him inside. "Let me get you a towel so you can dry off, you must be cold." I don't wait for him to respond before I rush off to get it. When I come back, he's in the same spot I left him.

"Here," I hand him the towel and watch as he wraps it around himself. Slowly, his shivering starts to calm down. "Do you have any preferences?"

He looks at me strangely, head tilting to the side. The ears on the top of his head flop to the side softly, the fur wet. "To eat? Is there anything in particular you want? Anything I should avoid?" He seems to take a minute to process what I asked him before he slowly shakes his head. "Okay. You can um...you can come wait in the kitchen while I get you something if you want."

He timidly walks in behind me and watches everything I do. I decided on soup. Hopefully, the warmth from the food would make him feel better. "Is it just you?" I ask timidly.

"No," he says softly after some hesitation.

"Are- are they close? Whoever you're with?"

"Yes."

I pause what I'm doing. Maybe I should make more soup..."How many of you are there?" How much food am I going to need to make?

He shifts uncomfortably. "Seven. Including me."

"Do they want to come in? You can invite them if you want." I avoid looking at him, continuing to make more food.

"What?" He sounds surprised and wary.

"Only if you want. I mean," I stop and chuckle slightly, "seven versus one? If I were to try anything, which I won't, I think you all have the advantage. Don't you think?"

He waited for a few minutes, probably trying to see if I was pulling his leg. "Okay." He slowly makes his way to the sliding door, I can feel his eyes on me, keeping me in his sight. Leaving the door open, he shifts back into a German Shepherd and lets out a loud howl towards the forest. Anything else beyond that, I don't hear because of the volume of the storm raging outside. It was around 15 minutes before he came back inside, several pairs of footsteps shuffling in behind him.

I freeze, gently putting down what was in my hands before slowly turning to face the group of hybrids in my home.

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reader description :: petite asian female, 21, 5’0, medium length straight hair + pale skin

reader :: jackie lee

commissioned :: ✔️ (as in a follower’s oc lmao, not my own)

warnings :: smut, name calling, blowjob, face fucking, unprotected sex + dacryphilia

if sebastian found jackie to be a nuisance, he wasn’t prepared for her obsessiveness after they had sex. it was a moment of weakness, on his part or that’s what he was trying to convince himself.

why else would he allow a human to have their way with him? he was ciel’s most loyal servant but what exactly did that mean for him and jackie?

she was still as bubbly and vibrant as she was when she first arrived only now, she seemed to take her relationship or lack there of with sebastian very seriously.

the girl knew how to get exactly what she wanted and when she wanted it, even if they were working, she’d find a way to get him alone, falling to her knees to please him the only way she could.

“such a good girl” he grunts, “for a slut”

he bites his lip, looking down as she swallows his cock. she chokes but refuses to let up, gripping his thighs.

“want me to fuck your throat?” he laughs, running his free hand through his hair.

when she nod, he scoffs.

“so fucking easy” he holds her head in place, slowly pulling out before snapping his hips forward again.

he enjoys the shocked look on her face, always ready to challenge him but she’d easily tear up, her pretty face turning a cute shade of pink when she’d cry.

sebastian might’ve slightly been more possessive than he’d care to admit but he hated the idea of anyone else seeing her like this.

“fuck” he groans, tossing his head back as he feels her throat tighten around his cock. he wasn’t small by any means but jackie was always ready to please him.

“shit stand up” he pulls her up and presses her against the concrete wall behind him, careful not to hurt her face.

he flips her skirt up, pushing her panties aside before shoving all the way in. he knows she’s ready, always is when it came to him so he didn’t have to waste time.

“you couldn’t wait to get home?” he asks, spanking her ass hard enough to leave red hand prints behind. she never seemed to learn her place despite his warnings.

“sebastian” she cries out, fucking herself back onto him. he was just so big that when he grabbed her waist, snaking his hand to press against her stomach, he could feel the bulge.

“just like that” he groans, “such a dirty girl”

“for you” she gasps, gripping his hand that was placed firmly on her waist.

he tried his best not to cum right away. sebastian was far from a weak human and he had great stamina but he’s never met anyone that was able to keep up with him the way jackie did.

lifting her right leg, he began fucking her harder and faster. he was certain people would be looking for them sooner or later and he’d hate to have this moment ruined all because she was impatient.

“fuck” she moaned which was cut off by him covering her mouth. he didn’t need anyone catching them in this state, not when she was so exposed. he’d have to kill them and he wasn’t in the mood for it today.

he can feel her legs giving out so he turns her around, encouraging her to wrap her legs around his waist. like this, he’s so much deeper but he’s quick to kiss her to silence any of her sounds.

the sounds only he was privy to. no matter what he said on the outside or how much he tried to distance himself, jackie belonged to him.

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[petrichor-idyllic]

Hi Petri, I would want to request a Minho x fem! reader where they know each other since before the mazes, when where just some simple tests in wckd, they were really close but were sent out to different mazes, reader's maze was in the edge of a river (who was the maze btw) and she manages to get out and get to the safe haven, and she have this glimpses of her past, dreams of things that happened, memories, but to her they're just stupid dreams, that's until she sees Minho again and everything seems to click cause she knows she knows him, and he has this feeling she's familiar too and then te friendship they had transition to love. (I saw your post about oc's and tried my best to be kinda of creative with this request, hope it went well 😅)

Ooo, I really like the idea of a water-based Maze. I can imagine little floating shacks held up by sticks and a rowing boat needed to traverse the Maze- definitely a good idea.

Also, I'm a sucker for the dream trope in this universe.

LIFE BEFORE DROWNING

MASTERLIST | MINHO MASTERLIST

SUMMARY: See above. Movie based fic because of the different Mazes.

WARNINGS: Inappropriate language, awkward teenagers, mention of Newt's suicide attempt, I've made up a monster for your Maze that is the equivalent of the Grievers, some mild suggestive themes, WICKED being WCKD because movie.

After hearing the experiences of other WCKD Subjects, you're starting to realise that your Maze was a little weird.

There was a Maze full of boys, one full of girls, another with mixed, some with monsters, some without- all nearly impossible to solve.

And yours was full of water.

For a few years, your life was like waking up and forgetting there's not ground beneath your feet, walking off your little wooden platform, and nearly drowning. You disliked the water.

It meant you also has to explore your Maze in a poorly constructed boat and had to deal with a half-metal half-serpent monster that roamed your Maze.

It was terrifying.

But that's not the only thing that strikes you as different to the others.

You remember things. Well, kind of.

Whilst you were in your Maze, you used to have memories- well, dreams -of your life before the Maze.

And most of them consisted of the same boy.

Asian. Dark-haired. Well-built. Taller than you. Handsome. Sarcastic. Passionate. And he cared about you, clearly.

You had dreams of playing card games together, sneaking around a lab, exchanging glances and pulling faces at each other whilst men in lab coats probe you, and staying up late in a cafeteria area when you weren't meant to.

It was all simple and meaningless- none of it ever held any significance. But it meant a lot to you. You didn't understand it, but it feels like you know this boy and that your friends with him.

You used to tell your friends in the Maze about it, and none of then experienced anything similar. So, you're really on your own with this one.

Though, one of your friends- your best friend, actually; a girl called Emmy, said something that stuck with you. And maybe even made you think it's true.

"Maybe WCKD couldn't take away the people we loved the most, no matter how hard they tried."

That doesn't matter, though. The survival rate of the Maze and WCKD in general is low.

But you're not in the Maze, anymore.

You were one of the first groups to be taken away from WCKD and put in the Safe Haven. You pretty much went straight from the Maze to paradise.

It was about sixish months later that the Gladers showed up. They'd been through hell and back, so Vince told everyone to give them space apart from the few people they actually knew.

You didn't really care for new arrivals. There has been a few since you got there, so it kind of became normal. But since Vince is back now, you doubt you'll get anymore.

Because of your simple lack of care, and the assumption the guy in your dreams is dead, it took you an embarrassingly long time to actually notice Minho.

A couple of weeks into the Gladers arrival, you stopped dead in your tracks, causing Emmy to walk straight into the back of you and drop soil absolutely everywhere.

"Bro? What the hell?" Emmy hisses. You don't respond, staring straight ahead. "(Y/N)?"

"It's him," you say.

"What?" She follows your line of sight, her gaze landing on the boy.

"The boy from my dream-memories - that's him."

"Holy shit. Are you sure?"

Minho is sitting at one of the dining tables with Gally, Thomas and Frypan, whilst you stand there like a deer in the headlights.

"Uh, dude," Thomas says to Minho as he takes a swig of the alcohol that Gally's made. Some things never change and the Gladers have got into the habit of finishing their jobs as soon as possible and day drinking to cope. "That girl is totally staring at you."

"Huh?" Minho looks at his friend, who points at you.

And then he looks at you.

"Oh, fuck, he's looking." You immediately avert your gaze. "Shit, Emmy, move. Go, go." You awkwardly push your friend away.

"My soil-"

"We can get more damn soil!" And with that, you flee.

Well, that was probably the most embarrassing thing you've done. That you can remember, at least.

Minho's blood ran cold, however.

You met his eyes for only a couple of seconds and it felt like he'd known you his whole life. You feel... familiar.

Minho didn't experience the same constant dreams you did- mainly because he's plagued by nightmares of Grievers and that day he found Newt out there. But he's had a couple. He can't remember them very well, but the parts he does remember have your face in it.

You go on acting a bit weird. Every chance you have to look at Minho, you take it.

Which also goes on for a couple of weeks.

"Haven't spoken to him, then?"

"'Course I haven't," you grumble to Emmy as you do your work in the garden. "And I'm not going to."

"What? Why not?"

"Because how would I go about that? 'Hey, dude, you don't know me but I've been having dreams about you for as long as I can remember- wanna be pals?'"

She chuckles, shaking her head. "I mean, why not?"

"What?"

"Why not go and say that to him? I mean, people have probably experienced weirder things 'causea WCKD- and those bastards from Group A had it the worst. I'm sure he'll understand."

"We don't know him," you groan, throwing your head back.

"But you do-"

"No, I don't." You sigh. "Maybe- maybe I used to, but I don't now. This is dumb." You pick up the empty water bucket and start walking backwards. "I'm not gonna speak to him- there's no point-! Shit!"

You back up into someone, the bucket clattering to the floor and the slight splash of water left in spilling out.

"Shit, sorry-" you turn around, meeting Minho's eyes. You blink, steeping back to lengthen the short distance between you. "Uh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... I-I wasn't looking-"

"It's cool. All good," he holds his hands up.

Little did you know, Minho was actually on his way over to talk to you.

You let out a breath of relief, giving him an awkward smiles. "So, who aren't you going to talk to?"

He grins at you, playfully, and you look to Emmy for help. Who simply shrugs.

"Uh, nobody- doesn't matter."

"Alright," he clicks his tongue, "you guys are from a Maze, right? That weird, like, river one?"

"You been asking people about us?" Emmy pipes up and you glare at her.

"Just heard a couple of things," he puts his hands in his pockets, rocking in his heels. He looks at the bucket on the floor. "You need water?"

"Uh, yeah, we use it for the watering can. I was just about to get some more."

"Ah, it's fine," he bends over and picks it up, "I'll get it for ya."

"Oh, uh, don't you have a job to do?"

"I'm already done, besides, can't have a pretty girl wasting her energy, can I?" He smirks at you before turning and walking away, leaving you flustered.

You turn to Emmy, who is grinning from ear to ear.

"Don't."

Minho returns and insists on helping you out on the gardens. Emmy feigns illness to give you some alone time.

That you don't want.

Though, Minho is a shit gardener.

"It's obvious you didn't work with plants in your Maze," you chuckle.

"Really? I thought I was impressing you," he says sarcastically, and you roll your eyes. "I was a Runner, if you're interested."

"A Runner?" You lean on a plant support beam as Minho picks at some vegetables.

"Yeah, exactly what it says in the tin- I ran the Maze. Day in, day out. I was Keeper- uh, Leader of the Runners."

"Wow, musta been pretty good at it."

"I wasn't half bad," he chuckles. "What did you do? You have a job in your Maze?"

You shake your head. "Everyone kinda did a bit of everything. We worked on rotation since groups had to go out in boats, exploring the Maze was hard- so we all took it in turns. Fresh eyes also meant someone could spot something we didn't. Everyone was on the same field in my home."

"You didn't have a Leader?"

"Well, we all just respected the first guy that got there, but I wouldn't say he was in charge."

"So, you had guys and girls in your Maze?"

"Mhm, you didn't? Oh, shit yeah, you're Group A." You recall Emmy saying.

"Mhm- just dudes."

"Must've sucked. I can't imagine being stuck with just a buncha guys- gross."

He barks a laugh, standing up and shaking his had. "We had one girl- she was only there for a couple of days. But I'm pretty sure we did gross her out the brief time she was there."

"What was she like?"

"Total bitch-"

"Hey," you snap, "watch your mouth, man, you shouldn't talk about women like that."

He holds his hands up again. "Sorry. I just mean..." He trails off, the memory clearly becoming painful. "She betrayed us. Told WCKD our location and had me- well she- I was... shuck it."

"You don't have to tell me about it," you reassure him, "shit happens; I'm not entitled to know about it."

"No, uh," he hesitates. "It's weird, I wanna tell you. Kinda feels like I know you."

"We've never spoken before-" you try to brush off the comment, not wanting this awkward conversation. You figured once you came here, awkward conversations and relationship drama would be over.

"That's not what I mean," he sighs. "I know it's forward, but there are a lot of people I wish I woulda told klunk to before I lost 'em. So, I'm just sayin' it. You feel familiar. Like I know you before I lost my memories. You feel it too, right?"

You pause, but nod. "Yeah, I know you."

"Then we should be friends, right? If we know each other?"

You smile, feeling butterflies in your stomach. "Yeah, I'd like that."

And from then on, you became friends with Minho.

You eat with him, stay up late talking to him, get introduced to the Gladers, drink with them, and just generally have fun with him and his friends. Even Emmy joins in- and you're pretty sure she has a thing for Frypan.

But the problem is that you have a thing for Minho. He's effortlessly attractive, and he's funny and attentive. He makes it known he cares about you and likes making you laugh.

And it's starting to make your heart skip a beat, especially when he jokingly flirts with you. It did start off as a dumb inside joke, but now you're starting to hope it's genuine.

Your friendship grows closers and your wants grow bigger.

"What the hell are you doing?" You shout as you watch the Gladers splash water at each other and frolic in the ocean under the moonlight. They've all stripped down into their underwear in what was originally a dare from Emmy, but now they're enjoying it.

"Come on!" Minho shouts, standing up straight as he waves you towards him. You swallow as you watch salt water dribble down his abs.

Yanno, if he wasn't so fine, this crush would be less of a problem.

"The water feels shuckin' great! Aha! Oi! Gally! Stop it! You goddamn slinthead!" He shouts as he gets attacked.

"C'mon, (Y/N), it'll be fun." Emmy giggles, kicking her shoes off and walking towards the water.

Then she freezes. Just before her toes hit the water.

Due to the nature of your Maze, most people got attacked by the fresh-water monster you called the Serpent. You only had the one, but it's shadow lurked under the boat and it's full form was never seen because of it's size.

Either you got bit when it jumped out the water and it dragged you with it until you drowned, or it injected you with venom. It wouldn't kill you, but it left you seething with agony for days.

You got biten twice. Emmy three times.

You don't like big bodies of water now- especially when you can't see the bottom.

"Emmy?" You step towards your friend, putting your hand on her shoulder.

"I-I can't- what if something's in there?"

"There's nothing in there; we're safe here. But you don't have to go in. I'm not."

"C-can we get a drink?"

"Sure," you give her a soft smile. "Hey, guys!" You shout, getting the boys' attention. "We're calling it a night- see you tomorrow."

They group hollars their goodbyes and you both leave to have a couple of drinks before bed.

You watch Emmy sleep, hands in your pockets as she lightly snores in her pocket.

"Hey," Minho makes you jump and you immediately shush him. "Hey," he repeats, in a whisper this time. "You okay? You kinda ran off before."

He's fully clothed now, but his hair's still damp.

"Yeah," you clear your throat, "just... Maze shit, you know?"

He raises his head up a bit. "Dare I ask?"

You sigh, nodding for him to follow you. He does as you sit on once of the benches on the sand.

He gingerly sits next to you.

"You ever wonder why Emmy and I don't really talk to anyone else?"

"Kinda, just figured you didn't like many people."

"It's because we're the only two people that survived our Maze." He shifts slightly, his jaw tensing. "You had your Grievers, we had our Serpent. It was Lovecraftian big, and we had to get through the last part of our Maze on foot because getting the boats over the circular doorframes was taking too long. It was a bloodbath- let that thing pick us off one by one until me and Emmy were the last men standing. She doesn't like- we don't like water anymore." You pause.

"I always think the Serpent is going to dive out and drag me under or tear me shreds." You look at him. "I know it's dumb and we're safe here but I-" your voice breaks. "I can't- I lost everyone, I can't-"

"Hey, hey," he throws his arm around you, pulling you into a hug. "It's okay, I get it. You know, whenever anyone's building anything around here with those tools we stole from WCKD, I can't be anywhere near it. It sounds exactly like the noises the Grievers used to make- I don't know how Gally works with that klunk all day."

"We're fucked up, huh?" You chuckle between sniffs and he grins at you.

"Yeah, we are. Thanks WCKD."

You both chuckle. But you stop when your eyes land on his lips, flickering up to his eyes and his lips again.

"What do you think we used to be? Before the Maze?" You mumble.

He smiles faintly. "What do you mean?"

Maybe it's the buzz from the alcohol from your drinking game that's making you so bold, or maybe it's how close he is. It doesn't matter- you're drunk in some sense.

"Well, we know each other, do you reckon we were just friends or..?"

He tilts his head. "Why? What did you want us to be?"

"I used to have dreams about you- in the Maze. All the time. Emmy used to tease me about my 'old boyfriend'," you smile fondly, "it was so dumb, but... I don't know."

"Do you wonder if she was right?"

You don't speak, just giving a simple nod. "Do you want her to be?"

"Do you?"

You lock eyes with him. His eyelids are heavy and his body is now completely facing you. "Shuck it," he mumbles, leaning in a kissing you.

You gasp into his lips for a second, and it feels like something bursts in your chest.

You kiss him back immediately, fire sparking along your skin and the world feeling lighter. You run your fingers through his hair, his pulling you closer by your waist.

He pulls away, sucking in air. He goes to speak but as his eyes flicker open, it's like something overwhelms him and he kisses you again, deeper this time. His tongue brushes over your lower lip and he pulls on the belt straps of your jeans.

You hum into his mouth, egging him on further. But he suddenly breaks away.

"I gotta stop," he mumbles, pretty much into you, "or I'm gonna get carried away."

You snicker, the thought making more butterflies form in your stomach.

"Yanno," he continues, breathing laboured. "It doesn't really matter what we used to be- it matters what we are now."

"And?" You raise your eyebrow. "What do you want that to be?"

He grins. "Haven't I made that obvious?" He says before he kisses you again.

Yo yo, I really liked this one, and I got to be creative with making my own WCKD creation.

I hope you enjoyed :))

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[lizzieonka]

Name Change!

After years of going by Lizonka/lizzieonka, I will finally be changing my online name.

The new name will be Miya. And the new url will be @miyamiwu (don't follow this blog, I just made it to claim the url in advance). The change will be reflected here on Tumblr on my birthday on May 1.

Why the change?

For quite some time now, I've wanted a name that was more Asian-sounding because, well, aside from being Asian, all the media I engage in are Asian. Going by a Russian name just didn't make sense when nothing about me or my posts is Russian.

(As for why I had a Russian name, blame Yuri on Ice 😩)

I initially wanted to steal the name of my OC, Maya, for this change because it's such a beautiful word in my language (sorry, Maya, I won't take your name anymore. You can keep it). Unfortunately, “Maya” and all the good variations of it that I could think of are already taken here on Tumblr 😔

Then earlier, while scrolling on the dash, I came across a video of an orange cat and found myself meowing (as I tend to whenever I see a cat), but with the meow sounding more like “miyaaa”. And I'm like, “hey ‘Miya’ isn't that different from ‘Maya,’ and it's also cute.” So here I am.

Of course, the username “miya” alone is already taken on every major platform, so I have to add something to it. I came up with different lovely usernames here on Tumblr, only to find that they've already been taken on other sites. And I really didn't want to use different usernames on different sites coz that can get confusing fast so... I ended up just adding “Miwu” at the end.

The name Miwu comes from the danmei novel,The Cat’s Inheritance, and it's the name the cat protagonist gave to his human. And like Miya, it also sounds like a cat’s meow 😚

And there you have it! Fully making the switch will take a while, though, especially since my fandom emails and website both go by Lizonka/lizzieonka. (Thankfully, the domain name expires next year, so I won't feel too bad about it. Buying a new domain name, however, is not yet on the budget...)

I'll be going by lizzieonka until the rest of the month. But for starters, I went ahead and changed my avatar (now featuring my two orange cats uwu)

#updates #important #name change #miyamiwu #miyamiwu.src

[hana-no-seiiki]

YANDERE ! ORIGINAL CHARACTER PROFILE : MORI BAN

PROFILE STATUS: UNEDITED

Elements of this Character Profile is STC.

Keep in mind that all my OCs in this blog are from a shared universe and that the story/character elements might change as I work on the series. Some works here are also non-canonical to the character, and as such may contain a different plot/setting/character backstory entirely.

GENERIC INFORMATION:

NAME: MORI BAN

ALIASES: BOSS, BOSS MAN, THE DELINQUENT, WIFEY, STALKER, ALBINO LION, FAILURE, MOP HAIR, MULLET MAN

GENDER: MALE

SEX: TRANS-MASC

PRONOUNS: HE/HIM

BLOOD TYPE: AB

AGE: 21 (As of 1896)

BIRTHDAY: AUGUST 28 1875

HEIGHT: 6’8” (203cm)

WEIGHT: 250 lb (113kg)

HAIR COLOR: PALE TURQUOISE

EYE COLOR: MAGENTA

SKIN COLOR: IVORY

RELATIVES : The Ban Clan

— Ban Gabrielle (Descendant)

— 11 Siblings

— Parents

OCCUPATION: MILITARY STUDENT (formerly), REGULAR STUDENT.

Featured In:

Tumblr Works / As a Yandere Character :

— Hairpin | Popped

— 1K Celebration | Underwear

(note that the earlier stories are separate from his actual lore and are the connected at all to the comics he’ll feature in nor his backstory in the overview)

Comic Series :

— Make Money Not Love!

— Midnight Darling

OVERVIEW

Main Storyline ( In the Comics ) :

Mori comes from an extremely poor background. He’s the 8th out of all 12 siblings, and was only ever given attention to due to his hair and eye color presumably given to him by Celestial Tower [more on that in future, will link a separate post explaining the Tower].

As such he was forced into school despite wanting to help out by working instead. He’s faced with great pressure to graduate and eventually join the new Reconnaissance of the Otherworld • Special Unit ( RO•SU ロ•ス ). However, his mana was found out to be corrupted and he’s quickly dispatched (killed) on site.

He is reborn many centuries earlier as a delinquent, back before the Celestial Tower’s appearance. His arc on the comic “Make Money Not Love” is about his struggles with finances and the expectations of an Asian society that places value on monetary success.

Mori is abnormally tall. He used to be AMAB in his original timeline and his height (along with his hair and eye color) carried over despite the new biological sex. His height is presumed to also have come from the Celestial Tower since such an incredible height is rare not just from his family but the country he lived in.

Due to the value put on his looks (i.e. hair and eye-color) he abhors people touching him. Afraid that even the slightest change, or damage would affect his value as a person. Even in fights he makes sure that neither gets in harms way.

As a Yandere (for x you/reader people):

Now as a Yandere, Mori is extremely materialistic. Whether consciously or unconsciously, he likes when he’s given objects of value. He’s also extremely masochistic, as he likes to get into fights or annoy people for the sake of attention.

Mori has extremely low self esteem. The slightest bit of kindness will have him falling, but that feeling is usually fleeting unless the other person maintains their affection towards him.

If you’re to be his darling, you’d need to be extremely patient or at least be resistant to teasing. He can’t help it, he does it out of love, you see?

His ideal darling would be the type to be rude when it comes to words but soft when it comes to actions. A tsundere one might say. He’s also into the cool, collected types (but it would be even better if they insulted or beat him up once in a while)

His worse match would be a shy, demure, compliant darling. He enjoys challenges, thrills. His previous life basically wired him to enjoy hardships. If the Darling gave into him easily he’d find them boring.

Is probably the only yandere I’ll ever write that’s okay with being cucked. Might even like it a little too much.

Mussy.

Sub leaning switch.

[to be added upon]

GALLERY:

[to be added upon]

©️ hana.no.seiiki | yun. please do not redistribute, repost, translate this written / painted work without credit or permission.

#hns.txt💬 #hns.ocprofile🪪 #hns.moriban #make money not love #midnight darling #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere imagine #yandere oc #original character #yandere original character #oc x reader #oc profile #original character profile #yandere oc x reader #yandere oc x you #yandere oc imagine #yandere original character x reader #yan oc #yandere harem #yandere harem x reader #sub yandere #oc #oc art #original character art #illust #oc illust #artists on tumblr

[irithnova]

My bone to pick with shitty hetalia "Siberia" OCs

Spoiler alert, they're all terrible!

Many people who make Siberia ocs often refer to Siberia as a nation. Siberia is not a nation, it is a large geographical area which is the home to many different ethnic groups.

This excuse is often made for singular "native American" ocs too; Using the excuse that because of the Russian conquest of Siberia which resulted in the massacre and displacement of the different peoples of Siberia, this is a justification to put all of these different groups into one, singular, Siberia OC, as apparently, there's no point in doing actual research into the different ethnic groups who are native to Siberia!

This I find to be blatantly disrespectful, conflating such diverse groups into one (often whitewashed as I'll get onto later) singular OC and flippantly saying "oh well a lot of them are dead now so..." is again, disrespectful and insensitive. A Tuvan is not an Evenk is not a Yakut is not a Buryat is not a Chukchi is not a Koryak.

That list I just gave you is just a small example of the sheer diversity of the ethnic groups who are native to Siberia.

It leaves a very bad taste in my mouth when people use the Russian conquest of Siberia - an already sensitive topic because of the displacements and killings of the native people of Siberia which in turn, resulted in an ethnic cleansing, as a vehicle to then create (as I said before, often whitewashed) OCs which dismiss the unique cultures and histories of these different groups. Do people...Not see the irony in this?

Honestly, just 5 minutes of research into the native groups of Siberia would show you that trying to conflate all of these different cultures into one just does not make sense regardless. Though these cultures share similarities because of course they are North East Asian - this is not a justification to waive off the diversity of these ethnic groups!

Let's take Buryats and Yakuts for example, two ethnic groups who live in Siberia and who are considered to be Siberians. Buryats are a Mongolic people, their culture is quite similar to that of Khalkha Mongols, the majority ethnic group in Mongolia. Yakuts on the other hand, are not a Mongolic group.

The Buryats live primarily in the Republic of Buryatia, located in southern Siberia, Russia, while the Yakuts, also known as the Sakha, inhabit the Sakha Republic (Yakutia) in the Russian Far East. Both groups have historically practised nomadic herding, but the Buryats traditionally focused on cattle herding and moved with their herds across the vast steppe, while the Yakuts were known for their reindeer herding and horse breeding in the Arctic and subarctic regions. The Buryats' culture has been heavily influenced by Tibetan Buddhism due to historical connections with Tibet, and shamanism also plays a significant role in their spiritual practices. The Yakuts' culture, in contrast, reflects influences from both Turkic and Siberian indigenous elements, with some Russian cultural assimilation over time.

Geographically speaking, they also differ. Buryatia is characterised by diverse landscapes, including mountains and lakes, while Yakutia is known for its extreme cold temperatures and vast tundra. Despite their differences, both groups have rich cultural heritages and face challenges in preserving their traditions and languages amidst Russian colonisation.

Just between Buryats and Yakuts, you can already see how they differ culturally and linguistically. Of course there will be some similarities as they are both Northern Asian cultures, but we don't give Spain and Portugal a singular personification because of similar characteristics/cultures now, do we?

Another issue I have with Siberia OCs is when, not only (by default) is a Siberia OC blatantly dismissive of the diversity of the ethnic groups who are native to Siberia, but when they make their already insensitive OC... White Russian, or half Russian? Do I even need to explain why this is offensive?

Yes, a majority of people who live in Siberia now are ethnic Russias. Do you ever... wonder why that is though?

What's worse is when people know, but then use the displacement of the people of Siberia as a justification to make their Siberia OC half Russian or white. This is blatant white washing, and though many groups are Russified, this does not mean that they've completely let go of their native culture and or are extinct, nor is it an excuse to ignore their native cultures to make an insensitive oc.

There is a difference in recognising that yes, some of these groups have gone through a process of Russification/have adopted many aspects Russian culture (to varying degrees depending on the group) , and straight up white washing their cultures by making a half white-Russian or a white Siberia OC - as if each of their unique identities do not deserve the agency to be represented by an equally unique and accurate personification.

Groups in Siberia never had strong relations with ethnic Russians until the Russian conquest of Siberia. It's okay to have an oc of a Siberian ethnic group which reflects the degree of Russification that that group underwent because (unfortunately) it's true for many of them - Kazakhstan for example is a central Asian country that underwent a process of Russification and it's accurate to reflect the degree to which Kazakhstan was Russified and how this affected him in his personification. Despite it being an unfortunate fact, you can't escape it, and I am not against reflecting this.

But it's a whole different ball game when you take already marginalised groups of people, squeeze their diverse cultures into a clusterfuck of an oc, which is already bad in and of itself… but then WHITEWASH THIS OC. EVEN WORSE WHEN THEIR CULTURES WERE ACTIVELY PERSECUTED BY THE RUSSIAN STATE, AND ARE STILL BEING PERSECUTED.

Further, the idea of making the Siberia OC "young" (even an oc of a singular Siberian ethnic group) as in, born during the Russian conquest era… and make Russia some sort of father to Siberia… This just absolutely reeks of paternalistic colonialist propaganda; the idea that these groups had no culture, no right to govern themselves or the idea that they didn't have the ability to govern themselves before the Russians came and subsequently "gave them culture" and "enlightened them" in their ways.

What other actual justification is there to do something like this? Seriously? When these cultures are actually quite old and predate the Russian conquest?

As a Filipino who has to deal with this sort of trash from Spaniards, it is not appreciated.

Further, if it wouldn't make sense to make a native American group OC half white because of white settlers in America, and if it wouldn't make sense to make the Philippines half Spanish because of our colonisation under the Spanish, why then is it ok to do it to the native people of Siberia?

This is the WORST part about Siberia ocs. But people who make their Siberia ocs the representation of 2p (or BOO! EVIL!) Russia.

This is so egregiously racist and I don't even know how people can headcanon this without even batting an eye.

First of all, making Siberia the "evil Asian" side of Russia… okay I've bloody banged on about this before but I really don't care at this point. This is stepping into peddling eugenicist racial science about Russian.

The rhetoric that Russians (but this also applies to other eastern Europeans, however I'm specifically talking about Russia here seeing as it's about Siberia ocs) are not "true Europeans" because of Asiatic influence, both from the past (Mongol invasions) and present (Russian Asians who are the result of the Russian conquest of Siberia and central Asia). And because of this, this means that Russians are also a load of evil, Eastern Hordes too because of their so called "Asiatic" heritage.

There's a saying in some Eastern European countries about Russians. It goes something along the lines of "Scratch a Russian, you'll find a Tatar." This is used in an offensive manner to basically call Russians subhuman or evil because of their so-called "tatar" (Asian) heritage.

Keeping this in mind… Making Siberia… the "evil Asian side" of Russia… yeah I'm not beating around the bush with this one. You're a filthy racist if you do this.

It's even more egregious when you're using Siberians as a justification to make your cheap 2p Russia OC evil, as if SIBERIANS are the aggressors towards Russians. WHEN THEY WERE THE ONES WHO ARE COLONISED BY RUSSIA AND TO THIS DAY FACE MARGINALISATION UNDER THE RUSSIAN STATE. BUT NO. THEY'RE THE BIG EVIL AGGRESSORS TOWARDS YOUR INNOCENT WHITE BLORBO, RIGHT?

tl;dr If you have a singular "Siberia" oc it's trash no matter what, hope this helps 👍

#hetalia #hetalia world stars #hetalia world series #hetalia world twinkle #hetalia discourse #Hetalia racism #Hetalia Russia #Aph Russia #Hws Russia #ivan braginsky #Aph Siberia #Hws Siberia #Hetalia Siberia #Siberia oc #2p Russia #2p!Russia #2p hetalia #2p!hetalia #Not aimed at any of my followers btw ik there are some people who used to have Siberia ocs but realised it was offensive #Dw it's aimed at people who continue to do this despite knowing otherwise

[felysline]

CAMMY_CORNER.TXT 🧖🏻‍♀️💐

SOOOO. i just saw this enormous list of oc asks (thanks to da best @youredreamingofroo for the post shout-out slash reblog!) that are soooo interesting. i can't help but to think of putting camilla for it. so despite the fact that every question is supposedly answered through the ask-box, i'm gonna independently answer them one by one 💆🏻‍♀️

disclaimer: this is just me being a li'l too bored as a senior year foreign language student and a full-time shai g. a. simp, ‘kay 🦭

PEOPLE.

what colour are her eyes and is there anything special from her eyes?

her eyes are dark grey, but can be seen as light grey when exposed to lights! she has a pair of deer-y eyes that mostly makes her look like she's sleepy or not attentive when not smiling.

is she a good liar?

ABSOLUTE-FREAKING-LY. she's born to an actress mom, so acting like this and that never happened or this and that happened is one of her fortes. but, she only lies when necessary.

does she believe in ghosts?

she's never seen or beefed with one, but she believes and spares an interest in urban legends, especially since indonesia is cramped with them. like whenever there's a horror thread on twitter, you can catch her reading all that until it's adapted into a horror movie. doesn't mean she actually watches horror movies, though, aha

what emotion she has trouble dealing with?

inadequacy. asian families are pretty known for their strict generational standards. so, as a daughter from highly-educated parents, she struggles with the standards that they put on her. which is why now she studies abroad and tries to juggle every bit of her interests.

what makes her cry? does she cry easily?

again, inadequacy. she only cries once every six months, but that ‘once’ is mostly due to her built up inferior and inadequate feelings for herself, her parents, her family, and the people who care for her.

is she quick to violence?

not at all. but she boils her anger, omh.

what are some of her habits that will take some getting used to?

passive-aggressiveness! she's known as this happy-go-lucky sweetheart who can get along very well. but, she tends to hold grudges over icks that leads to her being passive-aggressive. it's not once or twice that she has dumped her exes by gaslighting them they're at fault for bla-bla-bla when she's actually in the wrong too, especially for keeping her anger without communicating the problems.

what is her family like?

the whitfield family is a four-souled family with a strict yet harmonious dynamic! lore-wise, cammy's father is a president director of an insurance company in indonesia, while her mother is a business-graduate actress in indonesia. so, strictness comes like a meteor shower day by day, hitting cammy until she's able to sculpt herself into the standards of her parents: independent, successful, and honorable. her mother is the strictest of all and she's actually more of a daddy's daughter. but, she's gained the luck to be constantly supported by her parents wherever she goes. “just remember, stick to the standards,” her mom always says.

when scared, does she "flight" or "fight"?

scared of something human? fight. scared of something that possibly brings her to a near-death experience? FLIGHT, MATE.

does she fall asleep easily? what helps her sleep?

will continue the asks later when i'm bored and not watching my man clutching 40 points in one game :3

sadly, no.. she's a night owl who can only sleep at two in the morning. she's only taken one nap for the past four months. but what helps her sleep, realistically, is adonis. aha.

FOOD & DRINKS. [SOON]

what is her go-to breakfast?

what is her favorite sweet treat?

does she prefer ordering or cooking food?

does she prefer hot or cold drinks and what is her favorite?

does she eat her fruits and veggies? what are her favorites?

what is her favorite cake flavor?

#lys_whitfield #itscamilla #fel.txt

[bunnymajo]

Went ahead just filled out that whole OC ask prompt for Quake the Elephant :P

Get to know her better! She'll be competing in the @sonic-oc-showdown going on right now!

You can vote here!

Name: Quake the Elephant

Species: Asian Elephant

Type: Power

Alignment: Good

Home: Sol Empire (wanders)

✨How did you come up with the OC’s name?

Since Blaze & Marine have very on-the-nose names based on their powers I wanted a similar kind of name for her. So I thought of a bunch of earth-related names that I thought were cute, Quake I was on the fence about but after talking with some friends (shout-out to the bumblekast server) who liked it I started warming up to it too. 

🌼  - How old are they? (Or approximate age range)

Late teen/young adult. Older than Blaze

🌺- Do they have any love interest(s)?

Not currently. 

🍕  - What is their favorite food?

Anything Lychee flavored. Tropical fruits are always a hit in general. Never eats meat.

💼  - What do they do for a living?

A traveling oracle, she can pick up vibes and premonitions from certain gemstones or rock formations. People seek out her help for advice or if there’s land that needs excavating

🎹  - Do they have any hobbies?

At her core Quake is just a big rock nerd. She likes learning and going to museums if there's any kind of exhibit about geology

Also all her jewelry is handmade so she's good at metal craft, all her rings are melted down ores & metals she's collected. There's a story behind each one.

🎯  -What do they do best?

Crush rocks. Look at rock. Know where rock came from.

🥊  -What do they love to do? What do they hate to do?

She loves to just sit and enjoy her surroundings, no drama, only sitting

She hates shopping for herself. She doesn’t mind it if it’s a gift, but clothes shopping for herself in particular she’s just really uncomfortable with the whole experience (look around, looking at sizes, trying them on, figuring out if she likes it enough to wear more than once, standing in line to buy it. etc. )

❤️  - What is one of your OC’s best memories?

I could be cheesy and say when she made friends with Blaze & Marine, but other than that she's always traveling she doesn't usually spend time with other people on her birthday or holidays - but one time a town she was staying at found out and threw her a small surprise party and she still cries when she thinks about it.

✂️   - What is one of your OC’s worst memories?

Sometimes picking up & and experiencing the memories of an old rock aren't always pretty. She doesn't like to talk about them.

🧊  - Is their current design the first one?

There’s a few initial sketches I did to get the overall idea going, but currently she’s on her 1st finalized design

🍀  - What originally inspired the OC?

I like powerhouse ladies and I like plus-sized representation in my favorite media, Blaze currently doesn’t have that in the Sol dimension so I took that as a challenge to see if I could make one. Sega also (currently) isn’t really keen on large mammal designs like elephants or horses, so I wanted to see if I could make a large hooved animal fit into the Sonic template. 

🌂  - What genre do they belong in?

I picture her fitting right into a kung-fu movie, as either a wise mentor or the hero's traveling companion, or even a mini boss depending on the situation.

She would hope she fit right into a cozy slice of life drama or a hallmark movie though, but she has too much of a fantasy character presence

💚  - What is your OC’s gender identity and sexuality?

Identifies as a girl, she/her/they pronouns, Ace Lesbian

🙌  - How many siblings does your OC have?

Currently 0. She views Marine as what it would be like to have a little sister though.

🍎  - What is the OC’s relationship w/their parents like?

Parents? In Sonic’s world? Ha!

Her oracle powers can be traced through her lineage though. I imagine she would view them with respect.

🧠  - What do you like most about the OC?

She’s cute and she can punch a rock in half

I also just like gentle giant characters. She's oc comfort food.

✏️  - How often do you draw/write about the OC?

Not as much as I should but I really want to change that, I think there’s so much potential to explore Blaze’s world and it’s just sitting there.

💎  - Do you ever see yourself killing off the OC?

Absolutely not. Even if there was a dire situation where death seems like the only way out, I’ve seen enough magical girl baloney to know there’s always another way. Blaze & Marine would snap her out of that “I have to end myself here to save everyone” mentality, but that's the only kind of scenario where I'd even think about that.

💀  - Does your OC have any phobias?

Claustrophobia, including feeling closed in by big crowds 

🍩  -Who is your OC’s arch-nemesis or rival?

In a playful manner, Blaze as a rival. 

🎓  - How long have you had the OC?

About 5 months :’D

Thanks for reading!

#quake the elephant #my ocs #sonic oc

[yin-shimo]

Collective (and final) Post

- because I'll be deleting the previous posts and hoping this singular one is good enough for everyone.

Let's get the biggest issue out of the way,

Yes, I am a proshipper and no i don't care how you feel about it. As always, please feel free to block me now and not bother to read the rest, its the reason i was open about being one in the first place.

I never cared i was banned from yoonie's server. i never talked in it and i wasn't there to make friends. I was in there solely to see if they said anything about me and yeah they did. You can go crazy and call me a stalker for that too, I get it. What they said is irrelevant (such as my cc, i don't know why its made out to seem like im upset abt that..) to why im upset, i just disliked them viewing my account like stalkers even tho none followed or liked me. Thats it. I would have never called out names etc if yoonnie hadnt vague posted me.

secondly, for all the csa and sa mentions and me supposedly posting weird ships or whatever. Please, please actually scroll through my account and show me where i have EVER talked about any ships (aside from wx), posted images abt the topic, or anything similar.

while youre at it, please show me where it was that i failed to tag such 'problematic' nsfw posts. you do know i only tag them with #xian: spice, my oc tags and occasionally #simspice, right? My pinned says im an 18+ blog, my description says 18+ only, how many warnings are expected of me?

next, where and when did i ever interact with anyone, especially from that clique, that made them so uncomfortable? it couldnt be in yoonie's server. i didnt talk about my self or interests and no one ever posted in the nsfw channel of my own server when it existed. so again, it couldnt be there either. I dont even interact with minors on discord or tumblr!

please, please understand that i KNOW there are many many topics people arent comfortable with (i have some too) and theyre 100% valid! especially to block/unfollow me for! Aside from one recent render, I have never posted anything worth a CW (and the render is properly tagged with #cw: implied abuse) and if i do again, it will always have the proper CW. I am not trying to trigger anyone.

If somehow, my pfp, description, etc, is enough to trigger you, please please just stay away from my account for your own sake. and the yarichin argument is weak and only proves the people so uncomfortable and 'triggered' by me apparently still look at my page and saw my current pfp lol

the only post that will be left is the ask i answered showing how harmful corona 'jokes' are towards all asians whether theyre chinese or not

#dk what to tag this as #but i wont be answering any more asks #if you sent a postive one please know i saw them and appreciate you

[viperwhispered]

So I'm a bit of a nerd when it comes to different cultures (mostly cause whenever I have new OC I refuse to misrepresent even on accident) and these this idea came into my head while I was watching a documentary on asian wedding customs:

Jamil taking his s/o to visit his hometown. During the final night, both got invited to a formal ball and Jamil tasked himself with finding the perfect matching outfit for his beloved. He hands them a gorgeous red outfit with some black and gold mixed in (his personal colors, of course). His lover smiles cheekily and casually asks if this was his way of proposing?

Cue blushy confused Jamil as they explain that in their culture red is a wedding color.

Skip ahead to when they actually get married, they exchange rings, they dance, they celebrate. Cut to the wedding night. While the celebration itself was a very good mix of traditions of both cultures, they decided to make their own for later.

Jamil carefully strips his lover, now spouse, worshiping every inch of skin with kisses and bites. He gets to their feet, beautifully decorated with henna tattoos, and lifts one. He takes out an intricate silver ring and slides it onto their big toe. Jamil kisses it and starts making his way back up again, stoping for only two more areas *wink*.

Ngl I’d love a dress in those colors (red and black sure are (and especially were) the foundations of my wardrobe, tho I’ve branched out since then). I mean, I actually got married in red, even if white would be the typical choice here while red holds no particular wedding associations.

(Also this ask kinda sent me into a rabbit of checking which part(s) of Asia that red wedding dress might apply to, but apparently it’s red saris for Hindu weddings but also in China and few other places red would be traditional/typical.)

I’m also thinking that with how overprepared Jamil is, he’d absolutely do research in advance about any cultural differences between the Scalding Sands and wherever his s/o is from. Just, not so doable if we’re talking about Yuu who’s from a completely different world.

Also, uhh, I could certainly think of more than two areas for him to stop at, but anyway. Love the idea of him being all worshipful about it, tho - and getting the same treatment back from his spouse, too.

#twisted wonderland #jamil viper #ner talks #chatting with folks #lex752 #poor jamil getting more than he bargained for with that dress gift #(tho now I'm also thinking of that good old trope of him seeing his s/o in that dress in the first time and... delicious)

[xfgpng]

reader description :: petite asian female, 21, 5’0, medium length straight hair + pale skin

reader :: jackie lee

commissioned :: ✔️ (as in a follower’s oc lmao, not my own)

wc :: 1.6k

warnings :: smut, fluff, mentions of blood, face slapping, name calling

it had been a few days since waking up in the manor. jackie had tried to wrap her head around just how she ended up in this situation. she remembers the ramen on her desk and the manga being open. she doesn’t even remember the chapter she had been on before everything had went blank.

she wondered if she had perhaps passed out from exhaustion and that she’d wake up any moment but after a few days of cleaning up and following orders from the demon butler, she knew she was stuck.

“you said i could have the day off if i did all the chores early” jackie frowned, “please sebby?”

that was another thing she had begun doing the moment she realised she was in fact in the kuroshitsuji universe. she had always harboured a very strong crush on the character, he was her favourite after all but nothing could ever make up for the real thing.

“get on with it, would you?” sebastian sighs, “have i not told you not to disturb the young master when he’s busy?”

“i’m disturbing you” she grins, “i could be more than just a young master for you”

he rolls his eyes but he can’t help himself. he eyes her frame careful, the way her cute breasts are covered perfectly by the soft fabric of her uniform. the skirt being shorter than necessary because he could admit that he was a pervert and seeing her bend over while struggling to keep the pathetic piece of material down was very amusing.

“i told you to stay in your room when we have guests over” he ignores her remarks, “go now”

“guests?” she perks up at that, peaking her head into the study. she can’t make out what’s being said but she knows it’s important. all the more reason to annoy the butler.

“i’ll go.. if you make a deal with me” she reaches up to grab his collar, “i’d make it worth your while”

“please” he scoffs, “you think i haven’t had my fair share of humans?”

“none like me” she smiles but he can tell that smile is far from innocent.

he’s about to chastise her when ciel calls her into the study. he doesn’t seem phased by the look sebastian gives him, asking the butler to get their guests some tea and desserts.

“cie— young master?” jackie smiles, she remembers him telling her that she would still have to act normal around outsiders. she didn’t bother explaining where she came from and it was easy to pretend that it was sebastian’s doing. the butler could deny it all he wanted but ciel was still suspicious enough to believe her and she played into his suspicions every chance she got.

“i want to introduce you” ciel says and spends the next 5 minutes making unnecessary introductions that jackie knows isn’t even important but he’s doing it to spite her.


she supposes she was a bit of a brat all week.

“i see” one of the men says, grinning as he looks at the hem of her skirt, “she looks … promising”

jackie grins at the man, feeling sebastian’s eyes on her as she purposefully leans closer to the older man. he was far from her type, her heart belonging only to the demon butler but it was fun to piss him off.

“i thought you said you loved me” he says dryly, gripping her by her waist and pushing her against the wall when she finally leaves the study.

“ready to make that deal?” she asks, ignoring the pain, knowing it’ll leave a mark. she liked the feeling but it just wasn’t enough for her.

“no” he says firmly, “i cannot make —”

“i know” she grins, “it won’t stop me from asking”

“you infuriate me” he lets go of her and takes a step back, “you’re free to leave and starting from tomorrow, you are to wear pants only”

“i don’t work for you” she rolls her eyes even though she technically did, she was still a worker for ciel and the young master of the manor seemed to find her useful.

was he jealous? he was the one who insisted she wore the skirt in the first place. the idea of riling him up was far too exciting.

a demon incapable of love but still had the nerve to feel jealousy? she laughed to herself.

jackie doesn’t wait for his response, walking off to her private quarters. she knew she was pushing her luck, after all, he wasn’t human and it would be too easy to kill her but she had a feeling that despite his indifference, he cared in his own way.

“do you think you can just walk away from me?” he pushes her onto her bed, caging her in. she hadn’t expected him to follow, not so soon after playing this cat and mouse game since she arrived.

she would find ways to make him angry on purpose and she knew how much he hated when she would entertain other men that found her attractive and that was most men, especially when they would travel for their… business.

“is this what you wanted hm?” he asks, “such a fucking slut, parading yourself around like a piece of meat?”

“sebastian i—”

“quiet” he snaps, gripping her jaw and finally kissing her the way she’s been dreaming about for days.

“so easy” he scoffs, moving away but she stops him. jackie was more than ready, lifting up to meet him halfway, too enthusiastic for someone who just met the man.

reading about him as your favourite character was different than having said character in your bed, ready to devour you until there was nothing left of you.

“please” she wraps her legs around him, wearing nothing but a shirt since she didn’t have time to fully undress before he barged in.

“please what?” he laughs, “you’re that fucking desperate for me or are you willing to let any man fuck you?”

“maybe” she smirks, unbuttoning her own shirt, “maybe they’ll give me what i want”


the slap should shock her but it doesn’t. she feels the sting but the sound was more intense than the feeling but it still made her moan, eyes widening in shock at the pleased look on his face.

“you talk too much” he removes his gloves before the rest of his clothing, “spread your legs and keep it open for me”

she does as she’s told, far too excited to make him angry. apart of her still worried that he’d leave her high and dry just to prove a point.

“good girl” he grins, slipping his index finger into her pussy. he’s not surprised at how wet she is. he knows the effect he has on people, especially her.

“sebastian please” she gasps, gripping the sheets, “i want you”

“i know” he grins, “you’ve wanted me all this time, haven’t you?”

she can tell he’s mocking her but the way he looks down at her, teasing her, only makes her blush, wanting him more. jackie was starting to wonder if she was secretly a masochist, running after a man that was so far out of reach.

not that she cared, she wanted him. he had been so indifferent towards her but he would still secretly watch her from afar, unable to help himself because he needed to know she was safe. the feelings were all too confusing for a demon such as himself to understand so this, taking her this way, was all he could do.

it was all he could give to her because falling in love was out of the question. there was no such thing.

he pressed the tip of his cock into her slowly, gripping her waist hard enough that it would leave marks, proof of who she belonged to.

he didn’t believe in the heavens and he certainly didn’t think there was a god strong enough to challenge him but between her thighs, it could be the closest thing to finding out what heaven really was.

“fuck” he groans, biting down onto her shoulder to control himself. he would never lose himself in a woman like this and yet here he was, closer than he’d like to be.

she moan loudly, he was sure everyone in the manor had heard her and it’s not like she could help it, he was so much bigger than she was and the stretch was painful.

when he looked down, he couldn’t help but moan at the sight. she was stretched far beyond her limits and the tiny droplets of blood did nothing but make him want to ruin her further.

he didn’t wait for her to give him the green light, picking up his pace and fucking her into her bed like some cheap whore at the red light district.

“don’t try and run” he warns, gripping her jaw tightly, “this is what you wanted”

“too much” she whines, not sure if she wanted him to slow down or go faster. her body felt like it was on fire and the more he moved inside her, the more she wanted him.

“good, take it like the good girl you are” he laughs, kissing her as he lifts her leg up. she was just so easy to move around.

he’s very own little play thing and he supposed it was better than finding time to fool around with how bossy the young master was.

here, in the manor, he had his very own jackie and it wasn’t like she could leave anyway. maybe he would trap her soul after all.

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The same place, but different plans

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x F!MedicDoc OC (codename: Blue) 💀💙

WARNINGS: Mention of alcohol, fights, smut (but not what you think...), profanity, fluff, injury, blood, medical inaccuracies, p in the v (use a rubber folks) and just getting the POV of our friendly neighbourhood masked menace.

Plot: Doctor Ruhari Hari Kaur (OC is South Asian ☺️) joins the 141 again, but this time as their doctor. After the betrayal of Shepherd and Graves, Task Force 141 begins their hunt on his whereabouts and locating Makarov.

A/N: This is slightly related to the other parts, but is more of a one-shot, I haven't yet finished Part 8, so this most likely happens after... :D But had this idea and had to scribble it out of my brain.

PLEASE reblog and like!

Song inspo: Under Pressure - Queen & David Bowie and Keep this Between Us - Krtas Nssa and Little Lies - Fleetwood Mac

I grew up with the OG MW2 game, so there are some references to the old one, so kind of a mix of both the OG and the new timeline... (Also I'm ignoring the OG Shepherd betrayal and keeping in line the one with the new timeline..)

All rights reserved to the rightful owners of Call of Duty Modern Warfare.

spelling and some grammar mistakes as I am bad at times... :/

(FYI: bold sentences... that are like this... are supposed to describe redacted data/info to the plot... ;] .. )

Please do let me know how you all are finding this fanfic! :D

One Shot

As Ghost walked down the road from base to the local pub, he took a final drag of his cigarette and then tossed the butt on the ground, stopping momentarily, standing on it. He enjoyed the quasi seclusion before the chaos of the pub that loomed ahead. It was Saturday night, it was going to be busy as people were out on the lash. After a long week he craved the good bourbon the pub had. No Soap, no Price and no Gaz. He was savouring the loneliness tonight.

Opening the door, he was met with the hustle and bustle of the pub. He looked around, scanning the abundance of faces. A few heads turned his direction, he noted the cautioned eyes as he walked towards the bar after eyeing an empty spot.

"What can I get you mate?" the bartender asked as he approached

"Noah's Mill double, on the rocks please" Ghost said

The bartender nods and taps in the order on the till

"That'll be £5.80 please" He says

Ghost takes out his wallet, pulling out his card, and tapping it on the card reader before putting his card back in his wallet and then returning it to the inside jacket pocket.

"Cheers" he grumbled

He watched as the bartender poured his drink, he noted the small amount of bourbon left in the bottle. Noah's Mill was rare and he doubted the owner would order more considering it was only him and sometimes Price who had this drink and that it cost way too much to get.

Once the bartender gave him his drink, he lifted the neck of his balaclava up and took a sip from the glass. The cold bourbon moistening his mouth. Ghost savoured the vanilla notes as the bourbon ran down his throat. Tapping his tongue on the roof of his mouth, he could detect a bit cinnamon. His favourite scent and taste.

Ghost swirled the ice in his drink, tuning into the various conversations around him whilst he stared at the ice floating within the dark amber liquid.

Of all the conversations and laughter around him, it was your laughter that pricked his ears and seemed louder than the others.

Ghost turned slowly behind him, drink in hand, trying to locate where your laugh was coming from. It took him only a few seconds to locate you, right at the back of the pub, you were sitting at one of the tables, relaxed back in the chair, arms on the resting on its back. You wore a pink floral top, your naked toned arms on show, he noted the black humerus bone tattoo again. Ghost's eyes continued to scan your body, you wore the same skinny black jeans, and the same black leather jacket was now hanging on the edge back of the chair where your arms were resting. The long wavy brown hair flowed down your back. He also noted the black combat boots that you wore on your first day.

You were not alone. Sat opposite you was a black woman wearing a green dress, her braids cascading down her shoulders, she laughed as you spoke to her, her hands holding a glass of wine, silver bangles sliding down her wrist as she took a sip. He saw you lift your arms up, running your hands through your hair, before collecting it all and bringing them over your left shoulder revealing your back.

Ghost felt a ping across his chest again.

The pink floral top had a deep back that showed off your chiseled muscles. Peaking just on your left back were the edges of another tattoo. Ghost squinted his eyes, they seemed to be flowers.

How many tattoos do you have? He thought

You said something else, which led the woman in front of you to throw her head back as she laughed again. She responded and you then laughed, he saw a glimpse of your smile. He watched as you leaned forward, taking a sip of the drink you had, he noted a few shot glasses littering the table, you seem to be enjoying yourself. You returned your right arm back on the chair, leaning slightly back, giving a partial view of your front.

Ghost saw how the tight fitting of your top accentuated your breasts. He stomach lurched. He knew you were pretty, he knew you had a good body. But with all the baggy shirts, sweaters and loose scrubs you wore, he didn't realise you had a damn good body.

He swiftly turned back around facing the bar. A slight shame ran through him as he remembered your disapproving remarks when you found out the marines were calling you Dr "Peachy" because of your toned bum.

Ghost took another sip of his drink. The melted ice and bourbon was the perfect combination, he tried to focus on savouring the flavour of his drink, but his legs, more like his dick, kept trying to turn his stool, and body, back to you.

He relented, and turned half-way. In his peripherals he could still see you, making conversation with the other woman, whatever you were saying, clearly made her laugh, her head rocking back as she covered her mouth, trying to contain said laughter. Before he knew it, he was facing you again.

Ghost felt a tinge of jealousy. He wished he was there. He wished he was the one that you were telling all those jokes too.

The woman you were talking to looked up from you and stared right at him, eyes widened and then darted back to you, worry and caution flooding her face. He saw her say something to you, he couldn't make out what, and you turned your head quickly, eyebrows frowned, face full of contempt, but when you locked eyes with him, you relaxed and smiled at him, giving him a slight wave with your right hand. You returned your gaze back to the woman, before he could wave back, and said something that made her relax.

Clearly she thought he was a creep staring at them... And you didn't get up to come see him... A sick feeling settled in his stomach again.

You were out with a friend... Or on a date? Ghost thought to himself.

There was a heavy tap on his right shoulder, he jolted, nearly letting go of his drink, most of his beloved bourbon spilling on his jeans. He turned around narrowing his eyes at whoever disturbed him.

A short woman stood before him, dolled up, her blonde hair curled and tousled, framing her slight rounded face. Ghost looked at her, red lips matching a red satin-like dress that hugged every curve of her body.

"Get you another drink darling?" She said, red lips turning into a grin as she surveyed Ghost, admiring the darkness that shrouded him. Especially that mask.

"Still got this one" Ghost replied bluntly, tapping on the half spilt bourbon with his right hand whilst trying to dry off his wet jeans with his left hand.

"Looks like it spilt, c'mon darling I don't mind" She said as she took the empty seat next to Ghost.

Ghost sighed, he turned his head back to you, hoping you'd come up and say hello. Yet you were still sat there, conversing with the woman, he saw you reach over the table and with both hands cupping her face, she laughed and brought her hand enveloping yours.

Yeah, you were on a date Ghost concluded.

"Go on then love, Noah's Mill on the rocks" Ghost sighed, turning his gaze back to the woman beside him.

She kept her gaze on him as he drank the remaining bourbon in his current glass.

"Love the mask" She said.

Of course you do Ghost thought. Most women do, they just wanted to get fucked by the mask, not the person behind the mask, either out of horniness or drunkenness.

He nodded, turned his head down to the glass, swirling the remaining droplets.

He listened as the woman gave the bartender both their orders. He reached for his jacket packet, grabbing his wallet.

"Darling, it's my treat!" She protested as she saw him bring out his card. He nodded and returned the wallet back in his jacket.

I'll be payin' one way or the other he thought.

"What's your name?" Ghost asked

"Amy" Amy replied, "And yours darling?" She asked

"Ghost" He said.

Amy laughed, placing a hand on her chest and than slapping it on his thigh. Ghost's leg jolted at the sudden touch.

As the bartender placed the drinks in front of them, Ghost turned around to try and see if you had noticed the woman beside him, his eyes met an empty table where you once sat with your date... He scanned the rest of the pub. You'd gone. He felt his heart sink.

"Ghost?" Amy said, patting him lightly on the shoulder. He turned his attention back to the woman who now had her drink in her hand.

"You alright?" She asked

"Yeah, just thought I saw someone..." He trailed off. He grabbed his new bourbon, and clinked the wine glass.

"Cheers Amy" He said, giving her a wink.

Amy blushed, her cheeks turning the same shade of red as her lips. She nodded and took a sip of her wine as he drank half of his bourbon, not savouring the taste this time. Hoping the sudden rush of alcohol would at least make him tipsy enough to finish off this transaction.

After fifteen minutes, the pub started to die down. Ghost engaged in casual conversation with Amy, listening and not listening.

"Want another drink... Or do you want to come back to mine?" Amy said suggestively, fluttering her false lashes at Ghost, hoping he knew what she meant.

Of course he knew. Ghost drained the last of his bourbon into his mouth and then pushed the glass away from him.

"Let's go" He said, clearing his throat, Amy got off the stool, she stumbled next to him, weaving her arms through his elbow as he stuck his hands in his jacket pockets.

They both got a taxi to hers. He followed a clearly drunk Amy up the steps of her flat, holding the door open for her. She fumbled with her keys. The door opened and she walked in, he followed behind her.

"You sure you wanna do this?" Ghost asked one last time

"Of course darling, had my eyes on you since you walked in" Amy slurred turning around facing him, trying to grab his mask. Ghost took a step back.

"The mask stays on love" He gruffed.

"Not even one kiss?" She asks, pouting her smudged lips and widening her eyes.

Ghost sighed, lifting the mask up to his nose, revealing his lower jaw. Before he knew it, she jumped on him, latching her lips against his. He could taste the white wine on her tongue as it engulfed his mouth.

"Bedroom?" He said, breaking away from the kiss, taking his jacket and jeans off.

"Follow me" Amy said, unzipping her dress as she guided him to her bedroom. She let the dress pool around her ankles as she got on the bed watching Ghost take off his shirt, revealing his scarred torso.

"Oooh I love a man with -" Amy started

"Shhhh" Ghost said, climbing on top of her, kissing mouth, then moving down her neck to her breasts.

Amy moaned under him, her hands dragging over his back and then down his front over this boxers. He wasn't hard.

Ghost worked his way down, removing her underwear.

"Got a condom?" Ghost asked fingering her clit, she let out a small moan.

"I'm on the pill" Amy said, smiling mischievously

Ghost stopped moving his fingers and looked back down at her, eyes narrowed.

"Don't trust those things, got a condom?" He asked again.

Amy's eyes widened, smile dropping, almost like she was disappointed, and she reached over to the drawers next to her bed, after rummaging through, she found a condom.

"Good" Ghost said, and then returned to kissing her. He placed his hands on her hips, aligning his hips with hers and began grinding against her.

He opened his eyes, he saw Amy beneath him, eyes closed, soft moans coming out of her red stained lips. He wasn't feeling it with her.

He closed his eyes, his mind brought back the image of you. That pink floral top, those toned arms. Your smile. Your laugh. He felt himself get hard.

He took off his boxers, and rubbed his dick in his calloused hands. Amy looked up at him, greed and glee took over her face as she saw his thick and long dick.

"God I want you to fuck me hard" She moaned

"Yeah?" Ghost huffed, placing the condom on.

He saw her nod her head, he sighed. Grabbing her legs and pulling her closer to him, he thrusted himself into her.

Amy moaned. Ghost thrusted harder. She moaned louder. Ghost closed his eyes, trying to escape the emptiness that seeped through him as he plowed himself into her.

This was not how his night was supposed to go. He didn't want this, but he was so pent up. Pent up over you. He had to release the frustration that was building up in him from the past few weeks.

The image of you flickered across his eyelids, your smile. The way your hips swung as you walked. Your long hair making you even more beautiful. Oh how he longed for you to be under him.

Ghost opened his eyes staring blankly at the walls of the bedroom as he panted, he then moved his fingers grazing her clit again, she moaned softly. He closed his eyes.

He kept thrusting into Amy, her moans getting louder, he envisioned you. How would you sound? What would you do to him? He longed for you. He wanted you.

Just like that he finished. He grunted and then pulled out. The transaction was done.

He got up, grabbing his boxers and moved to the bathroom. Cleaned himself up and returned to the bedroom where Amy laid on the bed, still catching her breathe.

"Want to stay the night darling?" She said, perking up at the sight of Ghost's half naked body whilst patting the bed with her left hand.

"Can't, gotta get back to mine" He said, putting his shirt back on, he wanted nothing more to be back in his room at base.

"Hey, give me your number darling?" Amy said, sitting up.

"This was a one time thin' love" Ghost said bluntly, locking his eyes with her blue eyes. She scoffed at him, rolling her eyes, she got up and then headed to the bathroom, slamming the door shut.

What was she thinkin'? Thought she wanted a one time thing? Ghost thought as he stumbled into the living room, retrieving his jacket and jeans. Putting them on he left the apartment, without looking back.

Ghost never felt more empty than when he first stepped out tonight. This night did not go as planned, he just wanted a nice evening on his own, drinking his favourite bourbon, half of which was soaked into his jeans.

He took his phone out and booked a taxi back to base. It was 1:30am, and he had to be up in a couple of hours. But he knew he couldn't sleep, not now.

As the taxi drove up the hill towards base, he gazed out the window, he spotted the wooded area that you took him too on your first night out with the 141.

"Mind stopping here mate?" He asked the taxi driver

"Sure" The driver responded.

The taxi stopped, Ghost tapped his card on the card reader and then got out the car. The taxi turned around and went back down the hill. The street lights were turned off. Ghost gazed up into the clear night sky above, looking at the stars the shone above him. He tried to spot the Orion constellation you showed him, but he couldn't find it.

Ghost sighed and trekked back up to base. It was quiet. It was the weekend, and most people were on leave or asleep.

He walked up the stairs and made his way down the corridor where his room was at the end. Ghost walked to the door of your room, looking at the red cross embossed into the gold plaque. You were probably sound asleep. Or not there at all...

He walked on when he noticed the light was on in the infirmary, the door slightly open. A slight moan came from within.

Ghost walked up to the door, he heard a sniffle as he peered through the gap. He saw you facing away from the door, your hair up in a clip, still wearing the same pink floral top from early. Your body crouched onto the counter with your hands doing something to your face.

He knocked on the door.

"Doc?" Ghost said opening the door.

You turned around, with the one eye that wasn't swollen you were able to distinguish the person at the door was Ghost.

Ghost looked at your face, your right eye was swollen and there was a cut on your lip and right cheek, a cold shock ran through him, his eyes widened. He rushed towards you.

"What happened?" He snapped

"Ah, got punched in the face by a creep" You said nonchalantly returning to the counter where you laid out your tools and mirror to stitch the cuts on your face.

Ghost grabbed the back of your chair and swung it back to face him. You were shocked by the sudden action of his, your eyes met his, worry glazing over.

"When did this happen?" He said sternly, trying to recall the exact time you left the pub, but he was too damn distracted.

"Erm, like an hour ago" You say, trying to recall when this all happened "Lieutenant, I'm good" You add, trying to return to you set-up but the firm grip Ghost had on the chair prevented you from doing so.

"No you are not" He said and then walked off to the med bed where he grabbed the stool and brought it over to you.

"Hey I'm the one with the medical degree" You say slyly

Ghost stared at you, narrowing his eyes as he sat down and bringing his hands to your face. You jolt back.

"Mind washing your hands first?" You say

Ghost sighed, got up and then went to the bathroom to wash his hands.

To be honest, it was a good idea considering where his hands had previously been Ghost thought

He came back up to you and waved his hands, you smiled but winced due to the cuts on your lip and cheek.

"Where did this happen?" Ghost asked, keeping his eyes on you.

You look at him, already bracing yourself for the disapproval of your CO... You swallow some saliva to combat the sudden dryness in your throat.

"The wooded area... by base" You croaked

Ghost's eyes narrow further.

"Alone?"

"Yeah..."

"Why?"

"Looking at the stars" You say quietly "Didn't realise some guy followed me from the pub that far" You add.

"You were followed?" Ghost prodded as he reached over to your tools, grabbing a swab and then doused it with antiseptic and began cleaning the wounds on your face. You winced and hiss as the antiseptic stung your wound.

"I can do it" You say trying to grab the swab off him. "Just was struggling to stitch it up" You say lifting your bandaged hand that Ghost completely ignored.

"How did that happen?" Ghost said now looking at your right hand, a hint of anger in his voice.

"Punched the creep" You say

"Must've punch him wrong" Ghost snapped

"Punched him several times actually" You retort "He's probably gonna need his jaw reset"

Ghost shook his head, trying to suppress a chuckle.

"You were followed then?" Ghost asked again.

"Yeah, thought I lost him when I walked through the shortcut by Apple Tree Crescent" You murmur.

"You can't be out late by yourself" Ghost scolded "Where was your... friend I saw with in the pub?" Ghost said, swallowing the lump forming.

"She lives off base, and she drove home" You say "Base wasn't that far from the Anchor, so I said I was okay to walk"

Ghost shook his head as he cleaned the dried blood around the cut on your cheek, your left eye meeting both of his.

"Will you need stitches?" He asked

"Yeah" You said, examining the cuts on your face in the mirror on the counter. "I can't do it, my hand is fucked, tried twice already" You say looking at the broken pieces of sutures.

"Want me to try?" Ghost offered

You look him, as much as you needed the help, you couldn't trust someone to stitch up your face without at least a few years of experience...

"I've got Steri-Strips" You say back to him, moving over to the drawers and grabbing a pack. Ghost watched as you slid over on the chair to the drawers and grabbed a pack and slid back to him, handing him the pack.

"I know how to use these" He said reassuringly "Got any gloves?" He asked

You get up and move to the cupboard and grab a box of large and XL gloves.

"Take your pick"

Ghost picked a pair from the XL glove box and put them on. He pulled you closer to him as he began to close your cuts. You winced at the pressure he applied to your face.

"How was your date?" You ask him

"What date?" Ghost asked, eyes narrowed and focused on your left eye.

"The lady in red? At the bar?" You say

Oh you saw that Ghost thought

Ghost shrugged his shoulders

"Wasn't a date" He said finally

"Ah" You sigh

"Were you on a date?" Ghost asked, the question leapt from his throat without thinking

"Nah, just a night out with a friend" You reply

A sense of relief flooded Ghost, he moved closer to you. You could feel his warm breathe beating down on your skin. Closing your eyes as he worked the last steri-strip onto your cheek. Inhaling through your nose, you could smell a mixture of cigarettes and cinnamon

"You smell like cinnamon" You say drowsily, feeling wavy all of a sudden.

"Bastard must've punched you hard" Ghost said examining the swollen eye and cut on your cheek, he cut the last strip and placed it on the edge of the cut on your lip. His hands trailed down to your chin, turning your face to face his.

"Had a lot worse" You reply, eyes still closed

"You need an ice pack" Ghost says still looking at your right eye.

"Freezer in the fridge" You mumble, eyes closed.

Ghost smiles under his mask. You were tired and clearly disorientated.

He walked over the fridge, taking the gloves off and discarding them in the yellow BIOHAZARD bin. He grabbed a ice pack, heading back to you.

"Hey.." He said nudging your arm. You open your eyes, eyes now red and tired, and filling with tears as you recall the encounter in the woods in your head.

"Thank you Ghost" You say, looking up at him with one eye swollen and one normal eye, grabbing the ice pack and placing it on your right hand.

Ghost's heart skipped. He placed a hand on your right shoulder, the smooth material of your top catching on his rough hand.

"Anytime" He said softly "You listen to me" He said now, sitting back on the stool and placing his other hand on your other shoulder.

"You do not walk alone at night" He says. You nod at him

"If you want to look at the stars you tell me." He added. You nod again, a lump forming in your throat.

"Yes you're well trained, but there are fucked up people out there" He says

He watches as your reach down to your left leg and lift the hem up a bit, revealing a hidden knife holster

"Should've used this" You say, lifting out a knife, you try and laugh, but the cuts and swollen eye won't allow you to. You returned the knife back in the holster.

Ghost shook his head.

"Silly girl" He says and you shrug your shoulders.

"Give me your number, if you are out on your own, call me, I will walk you home or collect you." He says taking his phone out. "And I don't min' lookin' at the stars again with you"

"Yes sir" You say. Maybe he doesn't hate me after all...

You gave Ghost your number, and then tried to clean up, but Ghost told you to stay. He cleaned up and then locked the infirmary and helped you to your room, taking the keys out of your struggling hands, he guides you into your room.

Ghost looked around, it was so much more different now that you moved in. Books were now arranged on the desk and a plant on the windowsill.

You collapsed on the bed, taking the hair clip out, long hair flowed down your shoulders, the ice pack sliding off your hand and onto the floor. Ghost grabbed it and placed it on your right eye, where it was supposed to be in the first place.

"Can you help me take my boots off please" You mumble motioning towards your feet.

Ghost smirked under his mask, he got on one knee and untied the laces of your boots, and then removed your knife holster.

"Thank you" You say, wriggling your toes. You sit up and greet Ghost who was still on one knee by your legs.

Getting up and moving to your cupboard, you grab one of your t-shirts you wear to bed.

Ghost got up and turned around, he heard you open the door to the bathroom and walk in.

"Ah fuck!" You yell

Ghost turned around

"You okay?"

The bathroom door opened and you walked out, still wearing the pink floral top.

"Can you help with my top?" You ask, lifting the edge of your top, revealing a bruise on your left rib. "Didn't know I had this" You whispered, eyes becoming glassy

Ghost's eyes widen, he moved closer to you

"Sure" He whispered.

You turn around, your back now facing him, he grabbed the ends of your top and lifted it slowly to your shoulders.

Ghost blushed at the pink bra you wore and trying to avert his gaze down to the ground.

But his eyes were drawn in to the skull tattoo in the middle left of your back. A greyscale skull, with four different flowers behind it, underneath the skull, a phrase written in latin:

mortuorum vigilate dorsum

He traced the tattoo with his eyes, trying to memorise the artwork, he looked up, there was another bruise on your left shoulder.

Fuckin' hell Ghost thought

You wince again as you lifted your left arm up, Ghost brought his hand up to pull your arm down gently.

"You have another bruise on your shoulder" He said

"Great" You moan

You place your baggy t-shirt over your head, pulling your arms through.

"Thank you Ghost" You say turning back to him.

"Anytime. Will have to let Price know" He said

You shake your head, and hanging it. You felt tears run down your face, bringing your left hand up to wipe them away

"Hari, it's not your fault" Ghost said

You turn around facing him. Your left eye fully red and tired.

"You need sleep" Ghost said, checking his phone, it was nearly 4am.

You nod back at him, blinking your left eye.

"I'm goin' to sleep, but call or text me if you need anythin'" Ghost said

"Unless you need help with your jeans?" He added pointing at the skinny jeans you were still wearing.

You scoffed and slightly pushed him away with your left hand.

"Thank you lieutenant" You say

"Goo' Night" Ghost said

"Good night Ghost" You reply

Ghost left your room and then headed to his. He couldn't help feel guilty about what you went through tonight. If he just had the courage to go up to when he first saw you maybe none of this would've happened to you.

As he finally let himself back into his room, he collapsed on the bed.

He got out his phone, texted you "It's Ghost". He then typed in the phrase he saw on your back into the latin to english Google translate section, Ghost chuckled at the result:

mortuorum vigilate dorsum = The Dead watch my back

#simon ghost riley x medic #modern warfare fanfiction #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x doctor #fan fic ideas #modern warfare smut #simon ghost riley x oc #simon ghost riley x south asian oc #simon ghost riley x female oc #cod fanfic #simon ghost riley smut #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost smut #simon riley x you #simon ghost x reader #ghost x you

[blood-choke]

Since u r an artist as well as a writer I'm reslly curious as to what ur process for designing the ROs was like for this game. I would love knowing more about ur character design process.

oh this is fun! prepare for a long obnoxious answer for some questions you didn't even ask!

blood choke has been through a Lot in terms of the brainstorming process. Valentina was probably the first character i finalized, though originally she did not have a history with the mc, she was not a main character in the sense that she is now, and she was actually "the villain." the game was very different tone-wise, though it was roughly the same concept with an mc who wakes up with no memory, though originally they were a newborn vampire.

then i changed gears, decided i didn't want to make the game this way, and tried something else with a set mc & a single set love interest (this is Valerie & Angel, my ocs i post about sometimes on my personal blog.) but then i didn't like that either and i scrapped trying to make it an IF and just wrote a novel instead LOL

Valentina stayed around, she is very similar to Leda, who is an antagonist in that novel. but once i finished that i came back to still wanting to write a vampire IF.

there were a lot of ideas i didn't get to expand on in my novel, that i'm revisiting in blood choke. it's why i chose to genderlock all of the characters and make the mc a lesbian.

i knew i wanted the ROs to be very clockable as lesbians; i wanted there to be a femme and a butch and a stud.

i rewrote the foundation of the story; the mc would not be a newborn but they would have no memory of what they were or what happened to them. and Valentina became more ambiguous and less of a real "villain", i expanded on some previous ideas, and when i made up my mind on setting the mc as butch i decided to include a lot of that early butch/femme history in her backstory & their relationship. i wanted her to be a bit goth in appearance as well because i wanted her femininity to be subversive; she likes to wear corsets and leather and veils and likes how people perceive her as "weird." she's still feminine but in her own way.

and while Valentina is femme, i read a lot of Kitty Tsui's writing for Valerie (who is a Chinese butch) and that influenced my decision, along with the time period that i planned for, to make her Chinese.

“In the spring of 1988, Jill Posner approached me. She said, “By the way, I’m the photo editor for On Our Backs, and we’d really love for you to pose for us.” And I said, “Frankly, I don’t read the magazine, and I’m not really interested in taking off my clothes.” I’d later thought about it and realized that the stereotypes of Asian women are either that we’re very passive, docile, servile, nonsexual entities, or that we’re the very, the Susie Wong prostitute, fiery dragon woman. I decided that I wanted to pose for the magazine to show that not only are Asian women beautiful and strong, but that we are whole women. I realized that I had a butch side, I had a very butch side, and I also had a femme side, and that I could be all of those things. And I had an androgynous side.”

you can find more about Kitty Tsui here.

Hana came next, and again she was a part of the original story, and worked for Valentina when she was the "villain." i wanted her to have that sporty/jock laid-back kind of vibe, compared to Valentina's high-strung dramatics. i think Hana came out way more friendly and personable than i originally intended; i wanted her to be kind of stand-offish, hiding in her hood a lot, but she had other plans i guess. in the end i think she balances everyone out and i like her contrast with Valentina, and i like how much more weight her voice carries when she does get serious.

i knew from the start i wanted Hana to be Black and from america, because i really wanted that perspective included in the narrative i had planned. again, with the time period, i chose to make her Korean & African American. i looked at a lot of models when i first drew/designed her, mainly jenny park, who is Korean-Nigerian. i went for a more jock/streetwear look because i wanted her to be visible as a stud, which is a specific Black lesbian identity.

screenshot from The Same Difference.

then came Clear. i knew i wanted a human RO, and i wanted her to be big and butch cus i like subverting expectations lol. i actually based some of her design on corky from bound, mainly her hair and tattoos:

if you haven't seen bound, go watch it. one of my favorite movies.

overall i designed three characters that i knew i as a reader would want to read about, and i as a writer would want to write about. that sounds very obvious hahaha but a lot of this story is just me writing very specific things that i want to see as a lesbian author. butches & studs are one of the most underrepresented groups, even in queer media, and butch/femme is largely considered "historical" or "problematic." so i wanted my characters & this story to be very in your face & unapologetic about it.

#anyways thank you for enabling me with this question LOL #also valerie and valentina are genuinely a complete coincidence they are not alike at all. i just only know 3 names in the whole world #well valentina isnt her real name anyways. but. #ask #anonymous

[natashasfilms]

Chapter Four - Derailed

Summary: FBI agent Leila faces a profound life change after giving birth to a baby girl, supported by her loving husband. Despite the challenges of motherhood, Leila returns to her role as a dedicated agent a few months later, ready to confront gruesome and haunting cases with the BAU team.

Pairing: BAU!Fem!OC x Male!OC , EVENTUAL Aaron Hotchner x BAU!Fem!OC (Like much later)

Warnings: This story contains mature themes such as sexual content, strong language, violence, mentions of alcohol and drugs, blood, gore, and death. All the usual Criminal Minds stuff. And there is NO CHEATING.

Note 1: I imagine Leila Kade as South Asian but I have decided to let you, the reader, imagine her appearance, hence the reason why I have not given her a face claim. However, her race does not affect the story, whatsoever. You, as the reader, are free to imagine her however you want. If you don't see her as South Asian, then that's fine. It won't affect the storyline. I also imagine the OC!Male as South Asian, but again, it won't affect the storyline.

Note 2: The team will consist of the main cast (Emily, Derek, JJ, Spencer, Penelope, Aaron, and Rossi) but will also include Elle Greenaway and Jason Gideon because they were some of my favorite characters and I wanted to include them with the rest of the team. Basically, Elle and Gideon never leave when Emily and Rossi join.

Note 3: There will be multiple time skips throughout this series. For example, the first chapter will begin on the first season and episode of the show but then there will be a time skip to later episodes (because there are obviously way too many episodes to write this series on and I wanted to include specific episodes that would help the plot of this story). This means that this series will be a slow burn romance but I believe it to be better this way. This will also stray from the actual show a lot, so don't expect it to follow the plot precisely.

Series Masterlist

Season 1, Episode 9

Balancing a cup of coffee in her hands, Leila ascended the steps to her office. Her gaze swept across the cubicle, and the absence of Elle's usual seat caught her attention. She knew Elle was on her way to Texas for an interview with a child murderer.

Exhaling heavily, she settled into her chair. The numerous stacks of paperwork on her desk loomed before her, a daunting task she was not looking forward to. She understood that if she didn't start it now, the piles would only continue to increase.

Leila was just on the brink of diving into the topmost file when JJ burst into her office in a hurry. "Conference room, now."

Startled, her eyes widened at the sudden interruption. She quickly rose from her seat, momentarily forgetting about the paperwork spread across her desk. Following JJ's brisk steps, she made her way to the conference room. "Is it serious?" She asked JJ as they walked.

"It's a shooter situation on a train." She responded.

As everyone assembled in the room, except for Gideon, Leila moved over to Aaron's side and leaned in slightly to catch a glimpse of the case file he held. JJ initiated the briefing by explaining the grim situation, where a shooter had taken control of a train, leaving five hostages in peril and a security officer dead.

Projected on the screen was a security tape, capturing the essence of the crisis. Leila focused intently, her brow furrowing as she approached the display, while JJ, Spencer, Derek, and Aaron delved into the details of the case. In the midst of the discussion, Gideon entered the room, and Leila instinctively stood aside to allow him a better view of the footage.

Then, a realization struck Leila like a lightning bolt. "Wait…" Her voice cut through the conversation, and Gideon's sharp intake of breath indicated he had come to the same conclusion. Their eyes remained glued to a specific figure on the screen, their collective attention captured.

"My God!" Gideon's exclamation mirrored Leila's thoughts, confirming they were seeing the same face.

Derek's voice cut through the tension, his curiosity piqued. "What?"

"Elle." Leila and Gideon said in unison, catching everyone's attention as they all took a better look at the footage, noticing the familiar brunette.

They headed to the train's location while discussing the case en route. The unsub had demanded a conversation with a "higher authority," though no religious references had been mentioned. They speculated that he considered them the "higher authority." The deadline he set for this conversation was three hours, but that window had closed two and a half hours ago, leaving them with just thirty minutes to act.

Upon reaching the scene, numerous police cars were already positioned and prepared for action. The team stepped out of the SUV and engaged in discussions with the other law enforcement personnel present. Leila's gaze remained fixed on the train, her heart racing as the realization hit her that her best friend was on board with a murderer.

They entered the mobile command center to review the train's security footage, fully intending to initiate negotiations with the unsub. Abruptly, the situation escalated as the unsub forcibly dragged a woman by her hair to the other side of the train.

Amidst the tension, a ringing phone drew everyone's attention. A collective glance exchanged between them, and Gideon swiftly reached for the receiver, pressing a button to take the call.

"He wants to know who you are. He wants to know who just arrived." The woman's trembling voice conveyed through the phone.

"Tell him it's someone who can help resolve the situation." Gideon replied, his tone composed and deliberate.

Amidst more indistinct murmuring, the woman's voice came through again, strained as the unsub held a gun to her head. "What part of the government do you work for?"

Gideon's response took a different approach. "I never said I was with the government." Leaving Officer Frank Moretti perplexed by their exchange.

Leila seized the opportunity to clarify the strategy to Moretti, muting their microphone while explaining. "The less he says, the more mysterious we seem, the higher an authority we become."

"What part of the... What part of the government?" The woman asked again, her voice breaking as she sobbed. They remained silent, focused on the video feed before them. "Are you FBI?" She pressed, her desperation palpable.

Gideon's response left no room for doubt. "He can ask me himself."

The unsub grabbed the phone, his voice laden with curiosity as he inquired about the identity of the speaker. Gideon remained to the mysterious persona they had orchestrated, responding that the unsub should recognize them. In return, the unsub mysteriously insisted on the removal of "it."

Leila's brow furrowed as she crossed her arms, confused by what the unsub was referring to. Despite her confusion, Gideon adeptly maintained the facade, asserting that the process of removing "it" would take a long time. The unsub then issued a one-hour ultimatum for the removal of "it," or else he would take the lives of every "agent" on the train. With that, he abruptly ended the call, leaving the line dead.

Without knowing what "it" was, they only had one hour to figure it out, before all hell broke loose.

Recognizing that the unsub was in the midst of a psychotic episode, the team worked to uncover common delusions during such episodes. Aaron turned to Reid with this query, to which the young profiler responded that delusions were diverse and influenced by personal experiences.

One of the women held his arm, as if she were indicating something crucial, perhaps the elusive "it" they were supposed to remove. They observed scars on his arm, resembling wounds from razors or pens he had used to extract whatever "it" was supposed to be.

"So he thinks he has an object implanted in his arm, and he wants us to remove it." Leila deduced, grasping the unsub's intentions.

"Probably." Gideon concurred. "And if we don't remove it, he's going to kill somebody."

Derek's phone began to ring, prompting him to step aside to answer the call. The rest of the team remained engrossed in the footage, searching for any potential clues. Elle, unfortunately, remained handcuffed to her seat, her gun confiscated by the unsub, leaving her defenseless.

After ending his call, Derek rejoined the group, catching Gideon's attention. As Gideon inquired about the hostages, Derek relayed information he had just received from Penelope. He worked swiftly on the computer, accessing the files Penelope had sent concerning all the hostages, and proceeded to display the contents for the team to see.

Their current strategy involved creating the illusion of removing a non-existent microchip. They needed a plan that could convince the unsub they were taking out the device while secretly doing nothing of the sort.

"We could fake it." Suggested Spencer during their brainstorming session, causing everyone to turn their attention towards him.

"Seriously, Reid? A magic trick?" Derek exclaimed, leaning back in his chair in disbelief.

"Yes, a magic trick." Spencer affirmed.

Aaron promptly dismissed the idea, saying, "No."

"I used to do it during college exams." Spencer elaborated. "I can make things appear and disappear."

"We can't afford to put another agent in the line of fire." Aaron stated firmly.

"But we need to do something."

Leila interjected with a sigh with an idea that struck her. "Okay, fine. Teach me."

Spencer regarded her with a mix of surprise and disbelief. "What? No."

"If you can do it, then why can't I?" Leila countered, not willing to let Spencer risk his life by boarding the train.

Spencer shook his head, emphasizing the urgency. "I've been practicing this my whole life. We have less than 30 minutes."

Leila, determined to keep Spencer safe, persisted. "Reid, I am not allowing you to get on that train with an armed psychotic." She gestured towards the surveillance cameras, stressing her concern for his safety.

"No." Spencer continued. "Even if you managed to learn it, I can't let you go when you have a young daughter waiting for you at home."

Leila felt frustrated but understood his point. "So, what's the alternative?"

"We don't have one." Gideon interjected, rising from his seat. All eyes turned to him. "We don't have any other choice."

Spencer prepared himself to board the train, all set to execute the plan of faking the removal of the microchip from the unsub's arm. Leila pinched the bridge of her nose in anxiety, watching him gear up with a bulletproof vest. Aaron returned to the mobile command center with a counterfeit microchip, a small piece taken from the inside of a phone. They stepped outside, and as Spencer readied himself one final time, he turned towards the train.

They provided him with last-minute instructions and precautions, going over all possible scenarios. Spencer nodded to show his understanding and readiness. Before leaving, he looked at his colleagues and made a request. "Can you guys do me a favor?"

"Anything." Derek replied.

"Could at least one of you act like you're going to see me again?" Spencer's request, which would typically be lighthearted, held weight in the current situation.

"See you when you get back." Aaron reassured him, a hint of nervous laughter in Spencer's response. With that, Spencer turned and began his approach to the train. The team watched him walk away, leaving Leila shaking her head in disbelief.

"I can't believe we're letting him do this." She muttered, rubbing her temples in frustration. "I'm a quick learner, I could've gone."

Derek turned to her, offering support. "Spencer's right. If something were to go wrong, you'd be leaving Jasmine and Zaid behind."

Leila's gaze remained fixed on Spencer's form. "He's too young."

"He's also incredibly capable. He'll go in and come out before you know it." Derek reassured her.

"I don't doubt that." Leila said, knowing Spencer was very capable.

The SWAT team maintained their poised stances, guns ready in case they needed to take action. Back in the mobile command center, the team scrutinized the live footage, their eyes fixed on Spencer's every move as he boarded the train. Once on board, he deftly removed his bulletproof vest, possibly in response to the unsub's demands.

"Damn it, Reid, I told you not to remove the vest." Derek's frustration was palpable as he spoke, his lips tense.

Leila's heart pounded in her chest as she watched intently, running a hand down her face in anticipation. As they observed, Spencer artfully mimicked retrieving a device from his arm, executing his magic trick to perfection. It looked as though he was making his exit when the unsub compelled him to remain seated, causing Leila's brows to furrow in concern. Unable to hear the conversation, they became alarmed when Spencer was forced to sit down once more.

"Get off the train, Reid." Gideon murmured with urgency.

Leila's head shook. "The unsub said something to him. Something's wrong."

Trying to calm down the unsub, Spencer and Elle's efforts to sway the unsub's thoughts seemed apparent. Spencer struggled to stand again, only to be forced back into his seat.

"All right, it seems calm for now." JJ said, attempting to provide reassurance.

"Reid's still on the train." Gideon said. "Now we have two agents in there." Making a quick decision, Gideon dialed the phone on the train, waiting for the unsub to respond. However, the unsub remained motionless, ignoring the call.

One of the hostages, a young man of twenty, stood up, engaging in conversation. Leila sensed the tension building, fearing that this interaction could escalate dangerously. Suddenly, the unsub rose to his feet, raising his weapon and firing a shot. The doctor held her abdomen in the place he shot, and fell to the ground.

She fell into the arms of the young man, while other hostages rushed to her side. The unsub then walked over to where the phone lay, picking it up. Gideon engaged him in conversation, and the unsub kept repeating that "it all ends today."

The unsub put down the phone again and JJ asked them what that meant.

"It means he's decided on an endgame." Aaron explained.

"He's going to kill himself and the hostages." Gideon added.

They called the unsub once again but the unsub pointed his gun at it, firing a bullet into it.

"Let me know when HRT's ready." Gideon told Leila and Aaron, and the two quickly left the command center. The SWAT team still had their firearms raised while Leila and Aaron ensured that all preparations were in place, knowing that they might have to take action soon. The tension was palpable, and Leila's thoughts were focused on the safety of the hostages, Elle, and Spencer. Suddenly, a gunshot echoed from within the train, causing Leila's eyes to widen. Her heart raced as she anxiously waited for news, watching Gideon rush onto the train.

Eventually, the passengers began emerging from the train. It came to light that one of the hostages had managed to shoot the unsub, although he was still alive. Thankfully, the psychiatrist had also survived, though she was unconscious due to the loss of blood.

Leila walked over to Elle and Spencer, embracing them both tightly. "I'm so glad you're both alright." She said, her voice filled with genuine concern. Then, she directed her attention to Elle. "You really should get checked out, just to be sure."

Elle shook her head adamantly. "No, I'm perfectly fine." Leila shot her a stern look, clearly not convinced. "I'm really okay, Leila!"

"Go." Leila commanded, her tone firm, before turning away so she wouldn't have to listen to Elle's complaints.

After their return to the BAU, everyone began gathering their belongings, ready to head home. Derek accompanied the psychiatrist to the hospital, and Elle needed to get herself checked in due to the ordeal she had endured as a hostage. The day had been incredibly stressful, especially for Elle, who had been held captive throughout.

Leila observed her colleagues leaving and then stepped out of her own office, only to notice Aaron still immersed in paperwork in his office. Without hesitation, she knocked on his door, and he welcomed her inside. Leila entered briskly, a concerned expression on her face.

"Aren't you heading home?" She inquired, observing the piles of paperwork on his desk. Her thoughts turned to her own unfinished paperwork, which she had packed into her bag with the intention of working on it at home.

"I wanted to wrap up a few of these files before I leave." Aaron explained, gesturing to the papers scattered before him.

Leila furrowed her brow and crossed her arms. "Why not take them home and work there? Haley and Jack probably miss you. Instead of staying here alone to work, why not spend quality time with your family and finish your work there?"

Aaron contemplated her words for a moment. "You're right. I thought if I could finish these now, I'd have more focused time to spare for them."

Leila chuckled lightly. "Our work keeps us busy, Aaron. We don't always get those opportunities. So it's better to spend the time you have with your family than to try to accomplish everything at once and risk missing those moments."

He began gathering his papers, neatly placing them in his bag. Once ready, he slung the bag over his shoulder and joined Leila as they walked toward their cars. They chatted casually along the way.

"Alright, goodnight, Leila." Aaron said, waving farewell.

"Goodnight." Leila replied, a warm smile on her face as she got into her car. As she started the engine, a sense of anticipation filled her. Finally, she was heading home to her two most favorite people in the world. She longed to see her husband and daughter, the ache of their absence had been deeply felt throughout the day.

It was true that she would do absolutely anything for her family.

#angst #fluff #criminal minds #aaron hotchner #one shot #fanfiction #aaron hotchner fanfiction #aaron hotchner fluff #aaron hotchner x reader #original male character #original female character #series #criminal minds series #revelations series #aaron hotchner x bau!reader #criminal minds bau #bau!reader #aaron hotchner x original female character

[maiji]

Fortune Lenormand oracle/art deck - new edition + limited time free readings!

I'm excited to announce my Fortune Lenormand oracle/art deck is available again in a new edition (the biggest change: it now has a custom box!) yay!!

To celebrate, I thought it'd be fun to offer some free readings, the kind I used to do back when I was tabling at events! I personally find the 36-card Lenormand system accessible and enjoyable for both personal and creative prompt-type purposes. These readings will use the 2-card spread, which is easy to do!

How this works

To submit a request for a free reading, send it through my ask box between now (Fri Oct 27) and Sun October 29, 2023 midnight EST.

Optional: Along with your request, include your question and two numbers of your choice from 1-36.

I'll do as many readings as I can before the end of October. 

One question per person please!

I am not taking anonymous requests and these readings will be posted publicly. So don't share anything you're not comfortable with strangers on the Internet seeing!

I reserve the right to turn down a reading for any reason (the most likely reasons are if a question is rude/tasteless/inappropriate etc. or if I get too busy and can't do all the requests I get).

Asking your question

Your question must be an open-ended one, and not a question that can be answered with "yes" or "no".

Ironically, even though this deck is called "Fortune", I use them as tools for self-reflection and creative stuff, not fortune telling. It is an opportunity to open a dialogue with your self/subconscious!

For example, instead of "Should I [go to this event, do this thing, ___" or "Am I/Is someone/something else going to ___, try something like "What should I consider if I were to ___?" "Why do I want ___?" "What am I afraid of/hopeful for with regards to ___?" "How might I approach ___?" and so on.

You can learn more about this philosophy, and also get ideas for phrasing your question, on my site - check out the section that starts with "Framing your question" and up to/including "Reading Examples".

Also, you can have fun! Ask a question for your OC or a character you're writing! Ask questions for creative prompts! "I'm stuck in a fanfic I'm writing about X, Y and Z doing [whatever they're doing] and need an idea!" "I'm designing a new character, what could I incorporate into their personality or backstory?" "I want to draw a picture of my OTP and would like a prompt for inspiration!" and so on.

Decide what your question is before you make your request and don't forget what it is!

Seems obvious, but I'm reiterating this because you don't have to tell me your question when you make your request.

If you do tell me your question, it may help me give you more specific suggestions for how you can interpret the cards. If you're asking a creative prompt question, having details means I can suggest more relevant ideas for you to use as jumping off points.

If you don't tell me your question, please write it down somewhere or do something so that you don't forget it by the time I get around to your reading.

Obviously this is an honour system thing, but it doesn't really matter because if you sneak-change your answer, the only person it really affects (and potentially confuses) is yourself, haha.

If you wish to reveal what your question was afterwards, feel free to do so on the reading post!

Readings completed so far!

delphina2k: Creative prompt-type reading regarding Sydney from the webcomic Sombulus

lucylyall: Personal reading on changing habits/automatic ways of thinking

and-his-hands-were-24-crows: mystery reading!

blue-moonlight-sirens: Personal reading on what is coming in general

rootandbranchcomic: Personal reading on surviving a huge change

rawwrr04-blog: mystery reading!

crabbng: Creative prompt-type reading regarding Hana from the webcomic Kings of Sorts

supreme-sauteer: Personal reading on what's stopping me from putting myself out there

ancient-trees: Personal reading on sparking creative energy

#lenormand #oracle deck #art deck #shop #ink #art by maiji/mary huang #readings

[ginshariboy]

backlog for tags i forgor to do

i dropped into a metaphorical pit and splattered my also metaphorical ankles which is why i have not looked at or done any tags until now

thank u for the tags @trashbaby1996, @e-flo, and @rampantram!

tag people you want to get to know better!

last song: warm regards by penelope scott

currently watching: john wolfe playing one of chilla's art's games

three ships: i genuinely have not been in ship mode for established things and i only smash my ocs' faces together now so here are some without context because i think the last time i spoke of my ocs to any great degree on here was like 2017, they can sometimes be seen on myyyyyy ✨art blog✨

favorite color: apple greem

currently consuming: water because iiii neglect myself and now im a little dehydrated ✌🏼✨

first ship: i think i said this was some pokemon ship in a previous ask but i cant remember

place of birth: california also fun fact the place i lived in there was majority asian and moving to colorado was like

current location: colorado which, despite the tone of the previous answer, i love a lot

relationship status: i can't do relationships because they will try to stop me from collecting mikus and i would have to get rid of them (take that as you will)

last movie: tried watching dune but in the middle of it i said oh this is armored core 6 and stopped to go tell someone it was just armored core 6 and then i forgot to keep watching

currently working on: uhhhh a miniature kit i bought when i was feeling like shit because i got into the terrible terrible habit of buying one every time i got in a massive funk so i could go sit in a corner alone with a distraction lol here's the bits and pieces ive finished so far

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Last Song: hammer to fall - queen (i was worried i would have to answer the same song as the previous tag but i uhhhh started working through these a couple days ago so heheegrg)

Favorite Color: a few days could not change this one tho, it's still apple green but i also enjoy olive green

Last Movie / TV Show: i gave the new fallout show a shot but i haven't continued watching it

Sweet/Spicy/Savory: yea

Relationship Status: i used up all my funny* responses to these i think

*subjective

Last Thing I Googled: "wendy williams the killer"

Current Obsession: enthralled by attempts to get back my motivation to create and my sense of joy when it comes to my own creations lmaooooooooooo

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Find your cosmos persona!

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Do this quiz

And this picrew

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TAGS:

do them all, do a couple, do none, it's ur business lol

@ambrosia-ghost, @summersquashpatch, @thegreenestofkitties, @everythingburritos, @lemonstealinglibrarian, @theeverchangingname, @vesperously, and anyone else who wants to do them ✌🏼✨

#ginshariblog #ok i answered the one i forgot to answer we're gravy everything is copacetic