#the orville kin

[findinyourkin]

Hello. I am Isaac (Finn) from The Orville. I don't really mind if we're not from the same canon. I am just curious if I have any sourcemates, it would be nice to talk to someone from my source. :) I am 23 and ok with doubles!

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#canon calls #isaac kin #the orville kin #finn kin

[starbryte]

Need me a gf who will force me to watch the classic star trek series' so I can finally understand what the all the hullabaloo is about

#Me secretly just wanting to watch them but executive dysfunction real #I just know Kirk and Spock gay and Data is everyones favorite meow meow #i just feel hypocritical i like the orville and D'vana Tendi from Lower Decks is LITERALLY on my kin list and I havent watched Star Trek #and also we can kiss while the robot is on screen #star trek

[fictionkin-hell]

☆Orville Moodboard for Anon!☆

Hope you like it!

#mod 🔪 #fictionkin #kin blog #kin request #kin moodboard #moodboard #fnaf kin #fnaf pizza sim kin #fnaf 6 kin #orville kin

[fictionkinfessions]

Why does listening to Orville Peck throw me into an Ed Teach kinshift. Kin gods plz explain I don't know what this means.

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#fictionkinfessions #fictionkin #edteachkin #ofmdkin #orville peck cw #mod party cat #kin gods #i can explaim but you wont like it

[fuck-you-upmusicbracket]

Let Me Drown (Orville Peck)

Never knew where was home I slept a lifetime alone/Yeah, we had it one time but it's gone now, it's gone/Let me drown/I know with pleasure comes pain/I figured we were the same/But as I get older I get more afraid

"It is the best song for a good cry, when I'm down I listen to this on repeat. It so hard to stop listening to, you don't want any other song you want this again. The emotions are so strong you get swept away in it. I first heard this song on a video edit of Edward Teach (ofmd) after Stede leaves him. When he is turning back to his old ways and rejecting all the good in him that Stede brought out. He is throwing away his own growth and returning to the safety of a hard violent facade. It fits this song so well."

Family Line (Conan Gray)

Scattered 'cross my family line/I'm so good at telling lies/That came from my mother's side/Told a million to survive/Scattered 'cross my family line God, I have my father's eyes/But my sister's when I cry

"Familial trauma go BRRR. Nah cause my family fr be kinda like that and wow that is one way to make me face it and cry instead of my humour coping mechanism among some other unhealthy ones. I also project it onto the blorbos I kin and it makes me cry all over again 🥲 (it's also just a very good song that haunts you)"

#fuck you up bracket #tournament #polls #orville peck #conan gray

[natade-art]

accidentally made an oc thats just akane kurashiki so i made junpei/shinaya (kagepro) into ocs

[ID: first image is the two characters traced over official art of Akane and Junpei holding hands, looking surprised. The second is a track list for Alice’s playlist, and the last is the track list for Léon’s. In the middle is a little drawing of Alice and Léon. The full playlists are under the cut/end]

Both playlists are rough & made to conceptualize them a little better

Alice’s track list:

Dream Girl Evil - Florence + The Machine / Patron Saint - Regina Spektor / Come Wander With Me - Sea Power / Cemetry Gates - the Smiths / Selling Rope (Swan Dive to Estuary) - Los Campesinos! / Sugar Water - Cibbo Matto / thousand eyes - fka twigs / Hyperballad - Björk / mary magdalene - fka twigs / Undo - Björk / Pound of Flesh - Regina Spektor / I Just Want Your Jeans - God Help The Girl / Make Your Mind Up - Chairlift

Léon’s track list:

The Bomb - Florence + The Machine / Kalahari Down - Orville Peck (since replaced with Outta Time) / Into Dust - Mazzy Star / Chasing It Down - Mother Mother / Your Vicious Kin - the scary jokes / Hey Lover - The Daughters of Eve / Wild Heart - Bleachers / What You’re Doing - Sea Power / Make Up Your Mind - Florence + The Machine / 3WW - alt-J / Almost (Sweet Music) - Hozier / Don’t Dream It’s Over - The Head and The Heart / Landslide - Fleetwood Mac

#original characters #ocs #i forget which i use #alice #leon #hi.. #character design #original character

[eo-writes]

To be human

This took a while I haven't written In ages but  I love this show and it inspired me so much that chapter 2 is already half way done. Please don't hesitate to point out any mistakes this was not Beta'd.

Enjoy E x

Summary: When Isaac finds a way to be human he. Claire and the rest of the crew have to deal with everything that comes with that.

Fandom: The Orville / The Orville new horizons  

Relationships: Isaac/Claire

Isaac was fascinated by the planet they had discovered a few days ago in a supposedly empty part of space. The people, while technically advanced, had not yet made the jump to long range space travel. However the planet designated Mino did have multiple satellites around it sending out signals to try and make contact, therefore the Union had given them permission to make their presence known. 

But the most interesting thing about this humanoid race was their use of genetically grown bodies. The bodies themselves did not age, were more durable and could be fully customized to the users preference. From what Isaac could observe the users switched their consciousness between their genetically grown bodies and their real bodies as needed. They were popular amongst the beings in dangerous professions like law enforcement. But as far as he could tell it was more about vanity. 

"Captain Mercer" Mino's elected representative greeted the captain as he walked into the large round conference room followed by his two advisors. Isaac, the Captain and Lieutenants Bortus and Kiali were attending the meeting.

"Representative Cam, good to see you again" the Captain said.

Cam smiled and gestured for them to sit.

"Captain, you'll be pleased to know that Mino's Council has come to a decision and decided that they would like to join your Union" he announced proudly. 

"Excellent welcome to family" the captain grinned "As discussed we'd like to leave two union officers behind to teach you about the union and also study your planet".

"Of course they're more than welcome, we are very eager to learn about your people and study your technology as well" Cam agreed.

"Speaking of technology we'd love the opportunity before we leave to learn more about your genetically grown bodies. We outlawed cloning years ago for moral and ethical reasons but this seems like something new entirely" Ed said hopefully.

"Yes the surrogate program is our proudest achievement, we will be happy to share our technology in return"

"Thank you Representative Cam with your permission I'd leave our science officer Isaac to take a look at the surrogates and  lieutenant Kiali will escort your researchers onto the ship to observe our labs". 

"Of course, Isaac if you follow Yana" Cam gestured to one of his advisors "She will show you our lab".

"Thank you Representative Cam" Isaac nodded before following Yana out of the room.

**********************

The lab was very impressive, the people of Mino had somehow managed to develop a way to grow organic bodies without using original DNA.

"These bodies behave like any other human body?" Isaac asked the lab technician, a young man with extremely bright blue eyes named Kin.

"Yes absolutely in fact I'm using one right now" he smiled, spreading his arms and turning slowly. Isaac looked him up and down carefully, he could detect no signs that he was not scanning a normal human body except for the brain which showed some electrical components which he now understood were essential for the transfer of consciousness.

"And they do not age?" He inquired

"No we design them to reach the users desired age then stop" Kin smiled checking somes screens next to the current growing body suspended in fluid. An idea began forming in Isaacs mind 

"How long does the process take?" He asked.

"Depending on the desired age of the body, about a week," Kin said, going on to explain about accelerated growth as Isaac solidified his idea.

******************

He spent the rest of the afternoon re-examining Dr Villka and Timmis's research. By the time it came to have dinner with Claire he had the necessary data and knowledge to complete his idea. However he had come to learn that when you are in a couple major life decisions must be discussed. 

He got to the simulator early and changed into his simulated appearance while he waited for his wife to arrive. A few moments later the simulator doors opened and Claire strode in looking flustered

"Sorry I'm late it's been a hectic day I've got two nurses off sick and Lamar got himself electrocuted by spilling soda over his console"

"It is understandable you are late given your extra workload, shall we sit?" He asked pulling out one of the chairs from the empty table beside them. He had selected a simulation of an open air restaurant on the beach from a country called Greece of earth. Claire smiled and took her seat placing her napkin in her lap as Isaac sat down himself. The waiter came over and poured wine before leaving them some menus. 

"How was your day…dear?" Isaac asked, employing some of the terms of endearment he had learned from his study of human relationship. Claire's lips twitched up into an amused smile

"Well apart from being busy it wasn't too bad I got a request from Union Central to write a paper on Xelayan bone density. How about you, how was your day dear" she teased. Teasing as he had learned was a good humoured exchange between human couples.

"I attended the meeting on Mino with the Captain and Lieutenants Bortus and Kiali, then I studied the planet's surrogate program. After that I returned to the ship to do more research and fulfil my regular duties''.

"The Mino's surrogates program is fascinating," she agreed. She had been on the first landing party to Mino and had examined both the active and inactive surrogates. Isaac waited until after Claire had eaten her main meal before he brought up his idea. He found humans functioned better and were less emotional once they had eaten.

"I have something to discuss with you" He began. Claire paused looking up from the dessert menu giving him a curious look

"Okay, what's up?" 

"I know you were disappointed when I was unable to keep my emotions and you declined my offer to erase my memory as you wanted to keep as you put it my soul"

"Yes…" she replied seemingly concerned with where the conversation was going. He knew that the choice she had to make still caused her some sadness.

"After studying the surrogate process on Mino and re-examining Dr Villka and Timmis's research I have concluded that my consciousness could be transferred into a surrogate body so that I could function as a human being both physically and emotionally" He explained. Claire looked stunned and was unable to speak for several moments, so Isaac decided to continue

"I know communication, especially about big decisions, is important for relationships. Therefore I wanted to discuss this with you before I go ahead with the procedure". Claire raised her eyebrows at his statement and found her voice again

"It sounds like you have already made up your mind. Isaac I can't ask you to do this for me again" she took his hand in hers and squeezed gently.

"As wonderful as those few minutes were when you had your emotions I felt tremendous guilt over asking you to do that for me" 

"You are not asking me to do anything therefore your argument is invalid" he squeezed her hand back something he had noted that she always seemed to enjoy. 

"As with our wedding I have reasoned that this procedure will improve the productivity and stability of our relationship. It would also allow me to study and observe the full human experience. However I will not go through with the procedure if you oppose it". She considered his words for a moment

"But Isaac this is not like before you wouldn't just have human emotions you'd experience the physical side as well. Discomfort, sickness, pain"

"Yes as well as comfort, warmth and pleasure" he retorted watching her lips curl in amusement as he said pleasure. 

"I don't know what to say" she sighed

"Preferably yes"

"Isaac I'm glad you wanted to discuss this with me and value my opinion, but ultimately this is your decision. If this is something you really want no matter my decision it is down to you and how you feel" 

"I do not feel….yet" he said tilting his head at her. She laughed at that 

"Okay good point, can I have some time to think about this?" 

"Of course, now shall we resume the usual pleasantries of our date, perhaps you'd like to order dessert?" He suggested.

"Yes that sounds like a good idea" she agreed, picking back up the menu.

***************

It was a few days later when Claire gave him her answer. They were on their way back to Mino to escort the Representatives to Union Central after a short supply run. Isaac had already told the Captain of his plans and he had gotten them approved by Representative Cam, provided he chose to go forward. They had been very excited at the thought of one of their surrogates being used by a Union officer. 

He was sitting on the couch in his and Claire's quarters, which they had moved into after they married. It was slightly larger than her previous quarters with a small room for Isaac when he needed to run diagnostics or recharge. Claire had put on some old earth show about roommates when she suddenly paused the show and turned to him.

"Was that episode not to your liking? If you are bored we could go to the simulator" he questioned.

"No its fine I just wanted to talk to you about the surrogate issue"

"Have you made your decision?"

"I have" she took his hand, he noted that she does this a lot as if she is trying to comfort him. 

"Isaac, if you truly want to do this, I will support you completely. But I need to make sure your not just doing this for me"

"I do want to go through with the procedure not just to help progress our relationship but also to learn more about the human experience".

"Okay well we should talk to the Captain tomorrow and once we get back to Mino and pick up the Representatives I will start work with Technician Kin to ensure everything is done safely"

"Very well I shall start my own preparations after we speak to the Captain".

"Do you really think it's going to work?" She asked.

"In theory yes" 

"I can't believe this is actually going to happen," she said, eyes shining. 

"Indeed" she leant forward and kissed him where his mouth would be another thing she does from time to time. He wonders what it will feel like with his surrogate body.

*********

After their discussion the process started quite quickly. Technician Kin had stayed on board as a temporary crew member after the Union Central meeting but was quickly expressing interest in going to the academy. He had been allowed to set up a small lab on the Orville, and Isaac had shown him his simulated form as a guide for his new surrogate body. He and Kin began work straight away with Isaac focusing on using Dr Vilkas research to make sure he would be able to feel emotion as well as physical sensations. Claire did a full med scan on the growing body everyday to make sure everything was forming correctly and healthily. 

A week later they were staring at a fully formed body that looked exactly like his simulated form. 

"It's incredible," Claire said, walking slowly around the tube.

"Indeed" Isaac agreed, he turned to Kin "We should start the procedure"

"Wait" Claire interrupted "Maybe we should run a few more tests first".

"All the tests have been run" Isaac replied

"It is a perfect surrogate Doctor" Kin reassured. Claire still looked unsure but nodded

"Okay let's get the body to sickbay, I'd like to complete the procedure there just in case the body has any complications”. 

They laid the body out on one of the exam tables, while Isaac laid on the table next to it. Claire finished attaching a monitor to the body while Kin set up the transfer device. Claire turned to face him 

"Okay we're all set, you'll be shut down for a few minutes before you wake up in the surrogate body" she explained .

"Should be no more than five minutes" Kin reassured

"Are your ready" Claire asked taking his hand 

"Yes please proceed" he responded.

"Okay" she said softly, giving him a gentle kiss before turning and nodding to Kin. The technician began pressing various buttons

"See you soon" Claire whispered. 

Then everything went dark….

*********

"Isaac?"

He opened his eyes quickly, shutting them hissing at the bright light that greeted him.

"Lights down to 50%" a voice came from somewhere beside him. He felt someone squeeze his hand

"Try now" the voice said, he slowly opened his eyes again. The light was much dimmer now, he blinked a few times to clear the blurriness from his vision. He was looking up at the med bay ceiling and he could feel…everything. 

He felt the smooth material of the examination table beneath him, the warmth of his skin where his arms were pressed against the side of his body and the coldness of the room. The room smelt sterile with a hint of floral perfume. He could hear soft movements and beeping machinery around the room. 

Lifting his hand up he slid it over his new face feeling the shapes and lines where it used to be completely smooth. He carried on down his neck and over his chest pausing when he felt a heartbeat. Realizing he'd been instinctively breathing the whole time, he tried to focus on it in and out. When he breathed in his lungs inflated lifting his hand along with his chest then out they deflated and he chest fell. It all felt overwhelming the sights, the smells, the sounds, he felt his breath quicken, becoming more shallow, his chest rising and falling rapidly. Suddenly a face came into view

"Isaac?"

"Claire?" His voice came out in a gasping wheeze. He tried to sit up  but she placed her hand against his chest 

"Isaac, just take it easy" Claire said, trying to keep him in place.

"Please I need to sit up" he said feeling breathless

"Okay but carefully" she advised. He moved slowly sitting up and turning so his feet were hanging off the table. His breathing was still coming in pants but he couldn't help it, everything was so overwhelming. 

"Isaac breathe" Claire instructed, taking his hand again, a gesture he could now appreciate the comfort of fully.

"I'm having difficulty, is there something wrong with the body?" he questioned, looking at her desperately. She shook her head 

"The body is fine,  I think you're just overwhelmed at the moment by everything you're experiencing" she explained. He relaxed a little knowing there was nothing wrong but he still felt like there was no air. Claire placed a gentle hand on his shoulder

"Take a deep breath and hold it for 10 seconds" she instructed softly.  He did as he said letting his lungs fill and holding it, she counted down the seconds for him.

"Now breathe out nice and slow" he let the breath go feeling a little better 

"Now do it again" she had him repeat the action a few more times till he calmed down. 

"Thank you I feel better" she smiled at him reaching out to cradle his face gently, he leaned into the touch with a contented sigh. He loved her so much, she always made everything better. The rush of emotion overwhelmed him again and he felt tears stinging his eyes. He launched himself forward burying his face in her neck as the tears started to fall, she made a startled noise before recovering and pulling him closer stroking a hand up and down his back. They stayed that way for a few moments. 

As they separated Isaac quickly swiped away the tears streaked across his face. He felt embarrassed by his reaction and need to be comforted like a child.

"I'm sorry its just….a lot" he apologized 

"No apologies necessary I can only imagine how disorientating this must be for you". He looked up at her with a smile

"I love you" her face lit up with a smile that made him feel warm inside.

"I love you too" she replied, leaning down to kiss him gently. Kissing her in this body felt amazing, her soft lips pressed against his, the way she sucked his bottom lip slightly. He felt warmth spread throughout his new body. She pulled away chuckling as he tried to chase her lips, she humored him with a few more kisses before placing a hand gently against his chest.

"Okay we'll have plenty of time for that later" she promised. He felt desperate to lay with her to hold her, to kiss her more to have them sleep in each other's arms.

"Can we go back to our quarters?" he asked

"Soon I just need to get Kin back in here to check everything over just to be sure" she said moving towards the door. As she moved away Isaac realized how cold it was in the room and realized he was only wearing a pair of briefs they had put the body in for the sake of modesty. 

"Wait" he said, suddenly feeling very self conscious. 

"Could I have some clothes first?" he asked, wrapping his arms around himself. Claire paused turning back to him

"Of course I had some put in my office for when you woke up" She disappeared into the small room before returning with a small neatly folded pile of clothes. He pushed himself off the table onto his slightly shaking legs to get dressed. He felt much better in the soft gray trousers and the long sleeved white top she had chosen. 

"Okay I'm ready"

***********

Once Kin had finished his tests and determined that the procedure had gone to plan, Isaac found himself feeling restless and eager to leave sickbay. Claire took him by the hand and led him back to their quarters. As soon as they were through the door Ty rushed towards them

"Isaac" he cried excitedly, throwing his arms around Isaacs middle. He hugged the young boy back smiling as Ty grinned up at him, Marcus appeared beside them 

"This is weird" he commented looking Isaac up and down. 

"Indeed" Isaac agreed "It is going to be a big adjustment"

"We'll get through it together," Claire said, squeezing his shoulder. Suddenly his stomach made a strange noise

"I do believe I am hungry" he grinned. Claire laughed 

"Well okay it is dinner time, what would you like to try first?" She asked. He thought about it for a moment 

"I don't know" he looked at Ty 

"What is your favourite food Ty?" 

"Mac and cheese" he replied, smiling from ear to ear.

"Yesss moms mac and cheese is the best" Marcus agreed.

"Very well I would like to try mac and cheese" 

"Okay let me get started, perhaps you should drink something first I'll grab you some water" she said walking over to the synthesizer. He hadn't realized how thirsty he was until he took his first sip; he guzzled it down despite Claire's warning to take it slow. Once he was finished he got another but sipped this one slowly while he sat at the table. 

While they waited for dinner Ty showed him a recent school project he had made about different earth landmarks. He complimented Ty on his Eiffel Tower model and offered some improvements to the map. It felt good encouraging him and watching his face light up. He also spoke to Marcus about how school was going for him but he was more reserved, seemingly still feeling weird about Isaac suddenly being human,

“Okay dinner is served” Claire called. They all gathered around the table, the aroma of cheese and pasta filled the air.

“This smells very appetizing” He commented picking up his fork, He took a few moments to spear a few bits of pasta onto his fork not used to using the utensil. As soon as he put the bite into his mouth flavour exploded over his tongue

“This is amazing!” he grinned. 

“It's just mac and cheese” Claire laughed as Isaac kept eating, enjoying every mouthful.

“Yeah but mom its your mac and cheese” Marcus commented 

“I can see why its your favourite Ty” Isaac said 

“I wonder what your favourite food will be” Ty asked

“I can’t wait to find out”.

*********************************

After dinner he and Claire decided to take a walk to the bridge to show the crew his new appearance.

“Wow Isaac you look great although it is certainly going to take some getting used too” The Captain commented 

“I didn't think we’d ever see this look outside the simulator” Kelly commented 

“It's freaky,'' Lamar said circling him slowly he stopped quickly when Claire shot him an angry look 

“But er….. you look good man” he patted Isaac n the shoulder.

“I understand it will take some getting used to” Isaac said 

“Maybe now we can finally have a proper prank war when nobody gets their leg cut off” Gordan grinned. Isaac laughed loudly

“I am sorry about that” he apologized still smiling

“Hey it was still one of the funniest pranks i've ever seen” The lieutenant smirked.

“How will you defend yourself in battle now that you are human” Bortus questioned 

“That doesn't matter right now” Tala scolded him “I think it's really romantic how you can finally feel the love between you and Claire” she smiled warmly.

“Thank you commander it feels wonderful” he smiled, linking hands with Claire.

They chatted for a few more minutes before he suddenly felt very tired, Claire seemed to sense this and wrapped one arm around him

“Well I think we should be going, it's getting late” She said to the group. Isaac was grateful she’d said something, he was feeling more and more drained as time went on. 

“I can return to my normal duties tomorrow” he assured the Captain and first officer. Claire was about to interject when Kelly spoke up

“Isaac you should take some this is a big adjustment for you”

“She’s right” the Captain agreed.

“You need to take some time, in fact I'm ordering you to stay off duty until you have been physically and psychologically cleared by doctor Finn. Do I make myself clear” Ed asked.  

“Yes Captain” Isaac agreed

“Come on you lets get some rest” Claire said with a smile taking his hand and leading him back out into the hallway.

When they got back to their quarters  he sat down on the bed while Claire went to check on the boys. She came back a few moments later holding some pyjamas for him. They quickly gt changed and settled into bed

“How was your first day as a human?” she asked, stroking his cheek.

“Short but wonderful” He smiled, grabbing her hand and kissing it lightly, she smiled leaning forward to kiss him but before she could he yawned loudly.

“I’m sorry” he murmured Blinking slowly 

“Nothing to be sorry for” she assured giving him a quick kiss on the cheek.

“Get some sleep I love you” 

“I love you too” he replied before his eyes slipped shut and he was soundly asleep.

#the Orville #Orville #the orville new horizons #orville new horizons #isaac the orville #the orville isaac #claire and isaac #isaac/claire #claire finn #claire/isaac #dr claire finn #ty finn #marcus finn #the orville claire #the orville fanfic #orville fanfic #the orville fanfiction

[chronotopes]

memed by @eiqhties ! thank youuuuu i appreciate it . i miss these things we should bring it back :3 

Nickname: Katia is already the usual shortened form of my given full name (which i emphatically don’t go by). I don’t think anybody is calling me by a nickname at this particular moment

Sign: Leo

Height: Just over 5′4″

Last Google search: “tammy fox wartburg college” because i have to factcheck names and places for my job lol. other highlights from today include “kansas city chiefs cheerleaders,” “washington-baltimore area,” “new orleans jazz,” and “gorilla monsoon wrestling.” 

Number of followers: just over a thousand, half of which are porn bots are inactive

Amount of sleep: On average probably about six to eight

Lucky number: 27

Favorite colour: Orange red and green :)

Dream job: Literature and/or writing professor, or (more complicatedly) writing center director. I realllllly know how to pick them. OR head editor of a literary magazine actually but that’s even worse

Movie/book that summarizes me: Hmmmm. Honestly i still think tiffany aching is the most #just like me fr character i can think of, so that subseries of discworld + monstrous regiment (fantasy-eastern european gender havers, you see. polly is the other discworld protagonist i kin too). For movies: little women 2019 is still the best answer i have even though i’ve moved past that a little

Poem that summarises me: Man. I will take a few that have resonated with me, selected more or less at random: Introduction to Quantum Theory, Bach, Winter, A Meeting, Little Crazy Love Song, most of all: Telemachus’ Detachment, AND EVEN MORE MOST OF ALL THAN THAT: Deconstruction. 

Favourite song: Completely insane question. I’m going to narrow it down to my two favorite songs of the year and say, once again, “Curse of the Blackened Eye” by Orville Peck and “Incandescent Ruins” by The Mountain Goats

Favourite instrument: I feel like i very loudly declare the feelings about the flute that being in a relationship with a very talented flute player have given me, but i liked winds in general even before that.

Aesthetic: PREVIOUS ANSWER RESONATES DEEPLY, everyone I love has functionally outgrown the word aesthetic. The visual things that matter to me are: the sky, the sea, mountains and rivers, the faces of those I love.

Favourite author: A big list. Narrowed down to one person, deceptively: Virginia Woolf.

Favorite animal noise: I don’t have pets of my own so i will simply say All Cat Meows Are So Beautiful To Me. soft contenting purring also...

Wearing: Oversized men’s turtleneck sweater, jeans, and two pairs of socks because it is COLD

Song stuck in my head: Nothing, because i have my playlist of Flute Music I’ve Heard Gabe Play on in the background. Right now it’s the second movement of Bohuslav Martinu’s Sonata for Flute, Violin, and Piano in C Major.

i am tagging anyone who wants to do it because i get nervous about tagging people in these after all these years :’)

#information about myself #was the inexplicable tag i used to use for these

[0rb0t]

I've never really understood how the internet has used "kin" before, and I'm also still trying to understand DID systems (I know they're not the same thing, promise that's not what I'm saying.) I've had a bumpy time trying to understand and I apologize that I may slip up when talking to systems.

But I wanted to talk about something I've noticed about myself that maybe is somewhat related? Maybe not, but it's made enough of an impact on my life that I feel like it's quasi-related.

I'm a roleplayer, I love to perform a character to bring them to life. I strictly know them to be a work of fiction in order to convey self expression or just to tell a story. However, I also almost feel like there's an element of transference going on--

What I mean by that is, writing my characters has led me to actually realize various truths about myself, come to terms with things that have happened to me, and even seek out professional diagnoses on things that I didn't have an understanding of until I started writing that character.

However, transference can go the other direction, too. From what I've read about it, as well as how it's used in other forms of media, literature, etc., is that the thing you're transferring onto may sometimes be able to transfer back onto you.

I'm not saying that my characters have independent thoughts separate from me when I'm not writing them, that would be impossible (and because I value autonomy of myself, too frightening to consider not being in control of my own characters.)

However, something that I try very hard to do is make my characters feel like real people. They have their own hobbies, they have their own likes and dislikes, they have their own opinions about things that often either contradict mine (VERY OFTEN), or are in wild contrast to other characters of mine, OR... nuanced differences. That's hard to keep track of usually, but when I'm in the headspace to write that character, it's as easy as breathing.

And that's also where the transference problem occurs-- a struggle I'm still trying to work on (and also why I have so many characters to switch to) is that if my character is upset... those feelings of upset end up sinking into me, even if I'm in a relatively good mood. Take Tough Love for example-- he's a character of mine who has a defined sense of self that he's quite confident in-- BUT he's also very egotistical and tends to not view others' experiences or selves as anywhere comparable to his own or of value. This causes him to be very stuffy and superior at times, and when that attitude bleeds back into me, it's BAD. I can sometimes become more callous or dismissive. This is unlike how I tend to be. I have to be careful with a character like Tough because of that kind of thing.

More under the cut as well as images.

Currently, in a Second Life RP called Spira, I'm writing 5 different characters.

Orville Botte

Sir Moss

Tough Love

Repo Wolf

Rhedd End

These are all characters that I've written variations of either since 2016, 2019 or 2020-- and they are all VERY DIFFERENT from each other. Tough Love doesn't usually look like that, he usually looks like a skeleton or a blue and purple cobra.

But they are also all with their OWN likes and dislikes, their own moral compasses, their own F-LISTS, etc.

I don't like to insert myself into the narrative, I generally don't like to say I have sonas or anything because I am wholly uninterested in being involved in the narrative, I just want to be the one bringing characters to live, but all of them are capable of transferring their emotional states onto me if I'm not careful. And all of these characters have a theme of abandonment trauma-- though they have different ways of responding to or showing that trauma.

BUT despite that, I still maintain that when I roleplay them, IC=/=OOC. Because it doesn't!!! If I'm experiencing emotional transference, it's up to me to distance myself and either swap characters or go do something else for a bit. It can just get a little hard to tell that's what's happening. I'm getting better at it though.

And I have so many more characters than this, but mostly focusing on the ones I'm writing on Spira because I've basically planned out their differences. If I want something more sensitive and submissive, I'll write Orville. If I want funny but assertive, I'll write Sir Moss. If I want funny but unsympathetic, I'll write Tough Love. If I want a completely unhinged time, I'll write Repo Wolf, and if I want a boisterous joyful nutbar, I'll write Rhedd.

Writing Rhedd usually puts me in a place of genuine adoration for everything, because he's just so 8D all the time.

I've even considered like... making a sideblog to this one where people can talk to these characters, maybe not their Spira versions but just their default ones... I have roleplay blogs for all of them but they're all separate and I don't want to keep logging into all of them.

Their NOT Spira versions are:

Orbot (Sonic Boom primarily), Sir Moss, Tough Love, Repo Rick and Rhedd Radio.

(orbot, Sir Moss)

(Snake!Tough/Skeleton!Tough)

(Repo Rick, Rhedd Radio)

I'll try to have a blurb to each of them, but I've been writing all of them for years so... there's probably a lot to cover. There are ASPECTS to their canon selves but generally they're just... changed. To be loved is to be changed.

The point of this post got away from me LOL

#thoughts #writing thoughts #transference #transference through writing

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Yaphit (Orville) Stimboard for anon (Mod DS)

#mod ds #yaphit #yaphit kin #yaphit stim #the orville #the Orville kin #the Orville stim #ask to tag

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anon said:: mmmm i swore you had ac on ur sourcelist once?? so sdfhj i dont know if you take reqs for it or not brain no worky,,, BUT if you do 👉👈 maybe sum orville icons?? ITS COMPLETELY FINE IF UOU DONT LIKE,, DO AC BUT ITS MIDNIGHT AN i hot,, half a braincell LMAO mmm anyway ty !! -stanon

HELLO.. i had like the perfect lil idea in my head 4 these so i hope u like them !!!! 

and honestly dw !!! unlisted sources are fair game as long as they dont meet my blacklist criteria hehe (also i do kin cyrus ac but like. i havent shifted in a rly long time..)

anyway i hope u like these!!

- mod tobin

#orville kin #animal crossing kin #acnh #animal crossing #animal crossing orville #animal crossing icons #fictionkin icons #fictkin icons #animal crossing orville icons #fictionkin #fictkin

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anon requested: "hi! is it possible you could do icons for a orville (animal crossing) in a lighter blue? totally understand if not n i hope yall have a great day!"

#mod clover 🍀 #icons 🍀 #orville #orville kin #animal crossing #animal crossing kin

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Do You Trust Me?

Pairing: Arvin Russel x Reader

Summary: When Lenora finds out she’s pregnant and another girl turns up pregnant and murdered, Arvin and Y/N take matters into their own hands. 

Warnings: Violence, Murder, Sexual Assualt, Teen Pregnancy, Cursing, Mentions of Rape, Bullying, Dark Religious Themes, Talk of Abortion  DO NOT READ IF THESE BOTHER YOU (Very similar things to the movie)

Word Count: 7000

A/N: So Lenora doesn’t die in this but that part is instead replaced by the Reaster girl being found dead (I named her Jeanette... I didn’t remember if they gave her a first name)

A/N 2: I know I’m writing characters that exist already but like I feel like I’m going to Hell for writing this. Any other Christians feel that way about liking the movie?

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Secrets were hard to keep in such a small town as Coal Creek. Everyone knew everyone and if one person saw something, the whole town knew about it by next morning. That’s why Lenora had kept her secrets with Reverend Teagarden from all except you. Other than Arvin, you were her only friend in the world. It felt nice to have another girl to talk to because as much as she loved her brother, it was nothing like having a sister. Though you weren’t related, just friends from school, it was the closest thing she had. 

The two of you had bonded over the harassment from boys at school. Unlike Lenora, you had no problem dishing back threats and abuse. You were more like Arvin in that sense, not always terrified that the Lord was going to smite you for defending yourself. You and Arvin were close too because of it. 

The day you two met, he’d gone to pick Lenora up from school one day to find the two of you cornered out back by Dinwoodie and his boys. They called Lenora ugly, as per their daily routine, and said they wouldn’t fuck her with a bag on a her head. Tommy Matheson had a paper bag held over her face, holding her down while she squirmed. 

“There ain’t nothing alive that would willingly let you touch them, Dinwoodie!” You spat while Orville Buckman held you back, his arms wrapped around your body, keeping your arms . pinned to your side, “You’re a vile thing. Hell, I’m sure a dead pig wouldn’t let you fuck it.” 

Dinwoodie spun around and blew a hard smack across your face, “Lenora here ain’t much different than that. But you on the other hand, I’d take you whether you wanted it or not. I like a girl with a dirty mouth. And lucky you, I won’t make you wear the bag.” 

He fisted your hair and pulled your face close to him, trying to force a kiss from you but spat in his face, a massive drip of saliva landing in his eyes and smaller particles spewed across his lips. “You nasty bi-” Gene Dinwoodie reared back, ready to hit you again when suddenly Arvin came out of nowhere, sending a solid blow straight into Gene’s face, sending him flying to the ground with a crack. 

Orville let you go to go after Arvin and Tommy did the same to Lenora. You ran over to her and pulled the bag from her head, seeing evidence of her silent tears all over her face. Once you saw she was okay though, you ran over to help Arvin, who had found himself dragged to the ground by the three boys. Lenora got up too, screaming for them to stop. 

“Stop!” You yelled, pulling at Gene’s arms to try and get him to stop kicking Arvin. He shoved you back harshly by the chest but you caught yourself, returning with a sharp blow to his face with your locked fist. 

The enraged boy smacked you even harder than before, sending your ass to the ground with thud that you knew would leave a bruise. Your hands and knees got skinned up as you skid slightly on the pavement. Lenora kept pulling on the boys too, begging them to stop but to no avail. 

“Ha, sister fucker!” The three of them called out to Arvin before leaving the three of you alone. 

“Are you okay?” You asked the boy that you hadn’t met before, who was curled up in a ball on the ground and holding his stomach. He groaned in response, trying to push himself up but requiring your assistance. “Thank you for what you did back there. I’m sorry this happened.” 

He stretched, flinching at the slight movement. He sent a small nod towards you but then turned towards Lenora, “I’m sorry I wasn’t here sooner, Lenora.” Words couldn’t describe the guilt he felt for allowing this to happen. 

“It-it’s okay, Arvin. It wasn’t that bad this time. Y/N here took the brunt of it, unfortunately.” Lenora turned to you, “‘M sorry about that, by the way. You didn’t need to step in for me.” 

You had stood up about the same time Arvin did, brushing as much of the dirt off your bleeding and scraped up knees as you could without flinching, “Those guys are ass holes, Lenora. I did need to.” 

Lenora piped up, “Oh, um, Y/N, this is my brother Arvin. Arvin, this is Y/N. She just moved here.” 

“It’s nice to meet ya.” You greeted the boy with a pained smile, your face hurting from the blows you’d just taken. 

Arvin nodded, “You too.” He paused for a moment, “Can I give you a ride home? I don’t need them boys catching up with you again on the ride home. Besides, your face is getting mighty red. I might have something back at my house to keep it from bruising up too bad.” 

You looked over at Lenora, sending her a questioning look, like asking if you could trust this boy who had just come to your rescue, which may have seemed like an odd inquiry to have since he just tried to take on the guys harassing you, but your encounters with boys in this town hadn’t gone all too well thus far. The girl looked unfazed though with almost a hint of excitement that you could possibly be going to her home. 

“Um, yeah, I’d like that. Thank you.” You tucked a messy strand of hair behind your ear before looking back up at Arvin to see that he was already staring at you. 

That was months ago. You’d gotten settled into Coal Creek by now and the abuse from Dinwoodie had stopped entirely after Arvin had gone full vigilante to beat the shit out of them all. Speaking of Arvin, the day he saved you and Lenora, he asked you on a date and the pair of you had been going steady ever since. If there was ever a couple to not be fucked with, the town had learned it was you two. 

This weekend, you’d gone over to the Russel’s home for supper at their Grandma’s invitation. It was delicious, as usual, as that woman had the God-given ability to produce miracles in that kitchen. As you all finished up, Uncle Earskell asked Arvin to help with something upstairs so he left without a second thought to help his kin. 

Lenora had been looking at you funny all night, as if trying to catch your eye. After helping Grandma (which she insisted you call her as well) clean up supper, Lenora pulled you off to the side, “Y/N, let’s go on a walk. I need to tell you something.” 

The weight in her eyes told you how serious this was so you just nodded, “Yeah, yeah, of course. Let’s go.” 

She grabbed a lantern on her way out the door and towards the barn. It was already dark, despite only being seven in the evening. Lenora led you out there and then closed the door before sitting on the hay. “So what is it?” You asked nervously. Normally, you would have made a joke but something told you that this wasn’t a joking matter. Anxiety buzzed all around her. 

“Y’know the new pastor? Preston Teagarden?” Lenora began, wringing her hands together and beginning to hide under her long red hair. 

You nodded, the question having an obvious answer as everyone, including your God fearing Mama and Aunt, went to church every Sunday. “What about ‘im?” 

“Well… um… y’see. We… we had sex.” She whispered the last word like it was the dirtiest thing she could fathom saying. 

Your eyes blew wide and your mouth dropped open, “You what?” You whispered back in shock. 

“Shh!” She held her finger up to her lips, “He said that to bear yourself as God made his first children was to truly turn yourself to Him.” 

You were having a difficult time processing this new information. Arvin and you had both agreed that there was something off about that new preacher since the first day you met him but you wouldn’t have guessed it was anything like this. “Lenora, that makes no sense. God sees everything. He’s already seen you in your birthday suit. He doesn’t need the preacher to see it too.” 

Part of you felt bad for the way you were reacting, especially when you saw the way your best friend shrunk back a little in embarrassment. Clearly, he’d manipulated her into getting what he wanted, using her faith as a weapon for her sexual exploitation, but of course she didn’t see it like that because his words were specifically tailored to get her to believe him. Now as you said these things, though, it was becoming clearer to Lenora that she had been manipulated. 

“That’s not all…” She continued. 

You held her arm gently, “What is it?” 

Her eyes got wide with fear, “You can’t tell anyone okay? You gotta promise.” Her hand covered yours, gripping tightly to ensure that you grasped the severity of the situation. 

You swallowed hard, honestly scared by her reactions to whatever was happening. This wasn’t like sweet, simple, calm Lenora. Nonetheless, you nodded, “I promise.” 

“I think I’m pregnant.” 

You actually choked, “What? Are you sure?” This was bad. This was so bad. 

Her eyes began to well up with guilty tears, “Yeah, I am. I was pretty sick a few weeks back. Couldn’t eat nothin’ cause I kept throwin’ up. And I haven’t had that time of the month in  two months.” 

“Two months, Lenora? Shit…” You whispered, leaning back against the hay. Even before moving to Coal Creek, you came from a small town in Pennsylvania where this had happened to a few girls. In fact, it wasn’t uncommon in that particular town. Your daddy had been a doctor before he died so you’d seen more than a few cases of teenage pregnancy. For Lenora, though, this was practically unheard of. Good Christian girls don’t have babies before marriage. “Did you tell ‘im?” 

Lenora’s breath shook, “Yeah ‘nd he said I was crazy and delusional. Just imaginin’ things. Said we never did nothin’ in the car. Then he said that I had to get rid of the baby or I’d be branded as the town whore with a bastard son. Even said it’d kill Grandma from the shame of it all if anyone found out.” 

“That is not true, Lenora. None of it. You’re not a whore and it would be best for everyone if that baby inside you was a bastard. That disgusting man isn’t fit to walk the Earth we live on, let alone be a father.” It felt like the blood was rushing through your veins with full force, internally panicking about the situation. This was a big deal and, unfortunately, you weren’t sure if Lenora was emotionally capable enough to handle it alone. She’d always been quiet and lonely and an easy target for cruel people. “Are you keepin’ it?” 

Her breathing shuddered as if she’d started crying, “I can’t kill the baby inside me and go on livin’ with that. But I don’t know what to do. I’m so scared,Y/N.” Lenora threw her arms around you and you held her as her body rattled against yours. 

“Shh, you got me, alright? Me and Arvin. And I’m sure Grandma wouldn’t be ashamed if she knew what Teagarden did to you.” You insisted but she shook her head. 

“You must think I’m stupid for believin’ that man.” She sat up wiping her eyes with her sleeve. 

“No! I do not think you’re stupid at all. That monster took advantage of you, told you things to make you believe that his dirty, lustful thoughts were vindicated by the Lord. And he’s going to fucking pay.” You were furious now as you began to stand up, unsure of exactly what you’d do but you knew you were gonna do it. 

Lenora grabbed your arm and pulled you back down, “No! Wait! Please-” 

“What’s going on here?” Arvin opened the door with a concerned face. 

Both you and Lenora jumped at his sudden intrusion but were even more nervous about what he’d heard. 

“How much did you hear?” Lenora asked her brother, rubbing her hands on her thighs. 

He walked in and slammed the door shut behind him, kneeling down in front of you and his sister, “That someone took advantage of you and Y/N was gonna make ‘im pay. Now what happened? What’s going on?” 

This was one of the things that you’d always loved about Arvin. He had this protective nature over what he loved, ready to do anything to keep his loved ones safe, whether that was his sister, his girlfriend, or his grandmother. His brown eyes held so much sincerity and understanding for his younger sister but also fear for what had been done to her. 

When she didn’t respond right away, Arvin looked over to you with questioning desperate eyes but you chewed your lip, knowing that it wasn’t your secret to tell. Instead, you looked back over to Lenora sadly and nudged her slightly. 

“C-can you say? Please? I don’t wanna say it again.” Lenora begged you quietly, avoiding eye contact with Arvin. Though you could never truly know she felt, you tried to understand all the emotions that must have been running through her. 

Arvin met your eyes, begging you to tell him what had happened. “She’s pregnant. It’s that Reverend Teagarden’s baby. Said that he told her that the only way to get close to God was to show him her in the form of Adam and Eve. But now he’s saying that she’s delusional and that it’s not his.” 

Arvin’s temper flamed inside his chest. That explained the Reverend’s intense sermon about delusion this last Sunday. Nobody did this to his sister and got away with it. “I’ll kill him. I’ll fucking ki-” 

“Arvin please-” Lenora tried to calm him but it was a weak attempt, still trying to stay quiet so Grandma wouldn’t notice.

“No, I’ll end his life for what he did to you.” 

You watched your boyfriend reel around, hands holding onto his hat. He was livid, understandably so. 

Lenora wasn’t quite sure why she wanted to protect Preston Teagarden after what he’d done to her but she thinks it’s that she was more concerned for her brother. Besides, no matter what Teagarden had done, did he really deserve to die for it? 

“We don’t have to hurt him,” You spoke to your boyfriend, “If she wants, she can just have the baby and we’ll help raise it.” 

“But he said it’s not his and that I’ll just be considered some no-good whore. He said it’ll kill Grandma. I don’t want to kill Grandma.” She was almost crying again at the thought of their grandmother ending up six feet under because of the shame of having her as a granddaughter. 

“He said that?!” Arvin nearly yelled. 

“But what if he’s right?” Lenora thought out loud, “I couldn’t live with myself if I got rid of the baby but I can’t risk killing Grandma. Maybe it would be better if I were dead-” 

“No!” You and Arvin both said firmly in unison. You held her hand tight and Arvin knelt down again. 

He swiped his thumb comfortingly across the back of her hands, “Don’t you ever say that. We have both already lost too damn much to lose each other too, ya hear me?” 

Lenora nodded, tears falling down her cheeks when she closed her eyes. 

“Why can’t we just ruin him? You can have the baby and let everyone know what he did. Everyone will know that he’s the father and it’ll destroy his life.” Arvin suggested, all of the miserable ways this could end for the man twisting his heart in sadistic pleasure. 

You shook your head though, “No, they won’t. It’s different for girls in small towns like this. Doesn’t matter what happened, you’re still the dirty no good whore, even if you were raped. The man is treated like a victim for even having the inkling of an accusation brought up.” After a few minutes, you suggested, “Why don’t we run off. We’ll all go to a new town, somewhere where nobody knows none of us. We’ll tell ‘em that your husband died in the war, leaving you with the baby. I’ll go with. I’ll help you raise it.” 

She shook her head, “But what about Grandma and Uncle Earskell?” She did have a point. They were both getting on in age and would need more help than they already did. 

You all sat in silence for a few moments, brainstorming ideas of what to do. Eventually, Arvin looked at his sister, “Don’t worry. We’ll figure something out.”

The three of you went back to the house for the rest of the night, knowing that everyone would be getting suspicious if you were out any longer. 

The three of you kept the secret quiet, barely even speaking about it to each other. You’d been doing as much research on babies in the libraries at school, which earned you quite a few disapproving looks from people who assumed that you and Arvin were expecting. You were serious when you said that you had every intention of helping Lenora and so was Arvin. 

Weeks had gone by with relatively no news. Well, that’s what the town thought at least. After finding out about what the Reverend had done to Lenora, Arvin had told you about his plan to watch him. 

The pair of you had spent several afternoons staked out near the church, watching as he went to the place of worship and then left at night. But then you started noticing a frequent visitor. Jeanette Reaster. The pair would drive off to a little secluded field and, sure enough, Teagarden would have his way with her. Though you couldn’t hear what was said, it was clear that they’d been praying beforehand before she submitted to him fully. Now, you knew Jeanette Reaster and, much like Lenora, she was the last person you’d imagine having premarital sex for the fear of being struck down by God. Whatever this man had said to them must have been real convincing. 

“Piece of shit…” Arvin leaned forward against the steering wheel of his car while you sat beside him. You both watched on as the Reverend laid the girl down and began his assault of falsely “holy” acts. 

For respect of Jeanette, you both looked away during the actual act but when you saw her ride off, Teagarden got out of his car, a bunch of fabric in his hands and sniffed them as he watched her. “That fucking perv. How does nobody know about this?” You asked, disgusted. Reaster was a good girl. She didn’t deserve this abuse. 

“We know about it.” Arvin said, putting the car in reverse, “And that’s enough.” Less than a week later, word got out that Jeanette Reaster had run off. Grandma had told Arvin and Lenora that her mother had said to her privately that Jeanette left a note saying that she was pregnant but the father refused to believe that he was the father. To spare her family the shame, she ran away and begged them to just say that they had no idea what had happened to her. That’s what her parents intended to do for their daughter’s sake but had entrusted Grandma with the secret just so they had somebody to talk to about it.

The day after she disappeared, they found her body on the side of the road just a few towns over. Nobody had any idea of what had happened except for you and Arvin. Both of you were convinced that Teagarden had murdered her to keep his secret from getting out. 

The anger that was held between you and Arvin both was unparalleled. In part, you both felt partially responsible for her death. If only you’d said something, maybe you could have saved her. But neither of you even knew she was pregnant. That monster did to her exactly what he had probably planned to do to Lenora. 

“We have to set things right.” Arvin said, sitting in his car one night with you in the woods, “That girl is dead and I can’t help but feel like it’s on me.” His head hung sadly, the weight of another death weighing on his heart. 

You shifted sideways in the seat, your jeans rubbing against the vinyl car seats. You placed a hand gingerly on his cheek, “This is not your fault. This is the evil of a wicked man.” 

“A girl is dead, Y/N. He got her pregnant and murdered her. He got Lenora pregnant and tried to convince her she was crazy. He’s taking advantage of innocent girls out here and then tying up the loose ends.” Arvin sat there, so much hurt behind his brown eyes. Then an idea dawned on him, “Do you trust me?” 

The question took you off guard and it showed but you answered honestly, “Yes.” 

** 

Perhaps being quieter in church was for the best for this particular scenario. You’d never been as religious as the rest of your family or the rest of the town, for that matter. But this morning, you found yourself on your knees by your bedside. “Lord, please forgive the things that I am about to do. Please understand that I do this with the best intentions of protecting every other girl to cross paths with Preston Teagarden and to avenge the death of Jeanette Reaster. I pray that you please forgive Arvin as well as I know he is a man with nothing but good and love in his heart. In Jesus’ holy name, amen.” 

Almost on cue, your mom knocked on the door to see you on your knees, “Arvin is out front waiting for you.” She announced with a warm smile, noticing your outfit, “You look nice, sweetie! Since when do you clean up all cute for that boy?” She teased, a loving smile on her face as you smoothed out your yellow dress that hung just below your knees. The sleeves were tight and went about halfway down your biceps. It was far from revealing with a neckline that stopped just below your collarbones but it still was tight enough to accentuate the shape of your concealed breasts. A brown belt was tied around your waist, showing off your figure. 

“Yeah, well I figured that for once I might as well dress up and do something nice.” The lie slipped out smoothly despite the racing of your heart in your chest. 

She pulled you in for a hug, “Well you tell Arvin that I want you back by nine tonight! I’ll be going over to Mrs. Hadderson’s for quilting today, just so you know, in case I’m not home when you get back.” 

You picked up your bag and pulled her into a side hug, “Alright, Mama. Love you!” You hollered, running out the door. Arvin was dressed normally, just his blue jeans and t-shirt, but he still looked great as always. 

When you slid into the passenger seat of his car, he perked up and looked over at you, “Not used to seeing you like this on any day but Sunday.” He attempted to joke but found it difficult considering what the two of you were planning on doing. 

After driving a ways down the road, he asked, “Are you sure you want to be a part of this? Because I can drop you off with Lenora and I’ll take care of this myself.” 

Looking over at him to see his eyes scanning your face for signs of hesitation, you placed your hand on his leg, “I’m not letting you do this alone.” 

Not too deep down, Arvin felt terrible for allowing you to partake in this. Death had always seemed to follow him wherever he went; he didn’t want you to be stuck with the same curse. The two of you developed a plan but Arvin had created a backup just in case you decided you didn’t want to partake, not that he would blame you. He was terrified beyond belief himself but he’d decided that for the sake of every other girl in this town and any other one’s Teagarden had harmed in the past, he had to do this. 

The only thing making him feel remotely at peace with your involvement was the fact that you weren’t actually doing the killing. You were the diversion, he was the trigger man. Arvin sighed, relenting to the fact that you were in on this, “Did you bring the rope?” He asked, eyes flicking over to you and your bag between glances at the road that moved beneath the wheels of his car. 

You dug around in your little bag and pulled out a small length of rope, a weapon chosen for the lack of clean up. “Got it. You got the gun?” 

Arvin pulled his denim jacket back just enough to show the handle of the Luger that once belonged to his father. This weapon was chosen for its reliability. Once you guys started, you had to finish otherwise he’d tell everyone. 

Before you knew it, the tires were coming to a crunching halt on the rocky sideturn just around the corner from the church. A sudden wave of nausea came over you and you had to breathe deeply to settle it down. “You okay?” Arvin asked, reaching out for you. 

You swallowed hard, “Yeah.” Sweat began to bead up on your brow as a million different images of what could happen in the next few minutes ran through your head. 

Arvin watched as you zoned out on the dashboard and he knew exactly what was going on in your mind. It was the same inner conflict he’d had this morning before picking you up, when he first pocketed the gun.  “Whatever happens today, I need you to know that I love you Y/N.” 

You sucked a quick breath in. Neither of you had ever used the L-word before. Arvin was scared to because he’d lost so many people and the fewer people he loved, that fewer people he could lose. You had just never loved anyone romantically before and were too terrified that maybe you’d say it too early or think you felt it when you really didn’t. With Arvin, though, you knew it. “I love you too, Arvin.” You leaned forward and kissed him on the lips deeply, wanting nothing more than to stay against his skin for the rest of your lives. But, unfortunately, there was something you had to do first. 

“Remember, just get him to bring you to the field. I will be there waiting. I won’t let anything happen to you, you hear?” Your faces were close together, so close your foreheads almost touched, as he went over the plan one last time, trying to make sure that you knew that you were safe as long as he was around. 

“I know.” You gave him a small, reassuring smile, though it was far from a grin of actual happiness.

Arvin watched as you got out of the car, leaving the small bundle of rope behind, and walked down the dirt driveway to the church. You looked just like someone that pervert would fall head over heels for. There was an innocent sway to your hips and the way you held your bag close to your body screamed insecurity, but the kind of a young girl who doesn’t know how beautiful she is. The funny thing was that this wasn’t something totally out of character for you. Sure, you had a mouth and fist that could dish as much as it could take, and yeah, you and Arvin had been together for almost half a year, but there was still a youthful innocence to you. There was still a brightness in your eyes and a pep in your step, one that hadn’t been beat down by the tragedies of life yet. It was one of the things that Arvin found most attractive about you but it was also one of the things that Preston Teagard would as well. 

The doors of the church were cracked open just slightly when you approached and you could see the Reverend sitting in the pews, reading his Bible, through the gap. Taking one less final deep breath, you pressed the door open and stepped in, the heels of your little white chucks padding against the hardwood. Teagard turned around at the sound, “Why, hello, there.” He greeted warmly. It disgusted you how this man could act no different after knowing what he’d just done but the worst monsters were human. 

“Uh, hi there, Reverend. I’m sorry to bother but I just needed to talk to you about something.” You began, accentuated your Appalachian drawl while trying to make your voice sound as young and innocent as you could. 

He patted the pew beside him, “Well, my child, you’ve come to the right place. That’s what I’m here for. Now, why don’t you tell me what’s on your mind?” 

Skin crawling as you walked, you forced your feet to move towards the man and sit beside him. Right away, his arm stretched behind your shoulders as he sat uncomfortably close. At first, you avoided eye contact, “Well, um, you see, I’ve been… straying from the light and I really want to get right with God.” 

This had to be the first truth you’d told anyone other than Arvin today. You felt too terrible lying in the presence of God so you’d found a way to genuinely get your feelings off your chest while still luring Teagarden into your trap. 

He rubbed his chin and hummed, “The fact that you acknowledge this means you haven’t strayed too far. God always comes back to his flock, even to those little sheepies who’ve gone astray. Why don’t you tell me more.” He urged. 

Your hands squeezed the strap of your bag tightly, “I… I have lustful thoughts sometimes.” 

Preston was lucky he’d had a lot of practice concealing his emotions because he’d be lying if he said that those words didn’t stir something in him, “Now are these just thoughts or have you acted on them?” 

“Oh, just thoughts, Reverend. I’ve never acted on any of them.” You reassured, finally meeting his eyes. They seemed to look at you with such understanding that you could see why Lenora and Jeanette had fallen for him. 

He nodded in approval, “And who are these thoughts about?” 

This was where you’d have to do a bit more lying, “I don’t really want to say.” You blushed bright red. You knew that Preston must have taken this as a sign that it was about him but it wasn’t. Your dirty thoughts never strayed from Arvin. 

Preston looked away and then back down at you, “You’re going with that Russel boy, right?” 

Silently, you nodded, not wanting to incriminate your boyfriend too much in this process of confession. 

“Has he ever touched you?” Preston pressed, his body getting closer to yours inch by inch until your legs were nearly touching. 

The red in your cheeks wasn’t part of the act anymore but genuine. You shook your head, “No, never.” You felt almost panicked at the question. 

“Have you ever touched yourself to these thoughts?” His voice became slower, more cautious as his inquiries got riskier and riskier. 

You found yourself unable to maintain eye contact with him anymore and looked back down at your shoes instead, just shaking your head, “No, I feel too weird. Like it’s a violation or somethin’.” 

Preston looked away, as if considering something, before turning back to you, “Can I show you some place? I find it helps me feel closer to God when I feel like I’m goin’ astray. Perhaps I could help.” 

Hook and sink. He’d fallen right into the trap. With a shy nod, you agreed sweetly, “Yeah, yeah, I’d like that. Is it far?” 

Teagard shook his head, “Oh no, not too far at all. But I’ll drive so we don’t have to walk.” 

Getting him to drive you to the spot was just as easy as you imagined it would be. With a quick glance in the rear view mirror, you noticed a car in the far distance behind you that you immediately recognized as Arvin following. Preston’s car came to a stop in the same field you’d seen him take Jeanette Reaster to a few weeks ago, facing the woods ahead. 

It really was quite peaceful and would have been a pretty sight if you weren’t with a sexual predator. Again, his arm slid around your shoulders and you breathed in deeply, the intense sexual tension making you uncomfortable even though you had every intention of finishing him off before he even got a hand up your skirt. 

“You said that Russel boy has never touched you. Have you ever shown him yourself?” The fact that this man had the nerve to ask you such questions disgusted you beyond belief but you kept up the facade. 

“Like naked?” You clarified, seeing him nod, “No, not naked. We went to the lake one time so he saw me in my bathing suit then but that’s not exactly the same thing.” 

Preston chuckled at your naivety, “No, no, not the same thing at all. You know how you’re supposed to save yourself for marriage to be right with the Lord. But there is nothing that brings you closer back to our heavenly father than to be as Adam and Eve were in the Garden of Eden, the garden of pure paradise.” 

“How is that so?” You cranked up the childlike inquisitive nature as you looked up at him with big doe eyes. 

Preston had to fight the urge to take you here and now, looking at you like this, but he remained strong for the sake of the process. “They were made in his image. We all were but they were his original children. The pure, unaltered image of God himself, before the sin of man tainted it all. By showing yourself in your pure, unaltered image, you bring yourself closer to the light.” 

Your brows furrowed, “But didn’t you just say that premarital sex is a sin?” This may have been jeopardizing your mission but you felt inclined to point out the hypocrisy before you offed the man. 

He nodded, chest falling and rising with a heavy sigh, “It depends on who you’re with. I’m a man of God myself and I like to model myself after Jesus. I’d like to think that makes me an extension of His love and power and therefore an outlet for you to feel safe to do whatever you need to do in order to be right with Him.” 

With a shaky breath, you bit your lip, “Alright. H-how do I-?”

Preston watched as you fiddled with the hem of your skirt and let his mind wander to what else those fingers might be good at. “First, let us pray.” He reached over and held your hand, “Lord, Y/N is showing herself to you. See her Lord, as you made her. She presents herself to you. Give her strength. Amen.” 

“Amen.” You muttered after him, your fingers slowly going to unbutton your dress. This wasn’t how you’d imagined the first time a boy seeing you in your knickers going. In your mind, it had always been on a nice romantic evening with Arvin and a selfish part of you wanted it to stay that way but then you remembered why you were doing what you were doing and sucked down the reservations. At least you weren’t actually losing your virginity to the monster. 

Nervous fingers fuddled with the button for just a moment too long and Teagarden twisted sideways, hands coming to cover yours, “May I?” He offered his assistance. 

Your heart thumped so loud you could hear it but you nodded silently, letting your fingers fall onto your thighs. With deftly skilled fingers, he had your blouse unbuttoned before long and had pushed it off your shoulders. Your breath caught in your throat at this much exposure, your breasts just barely concealed under only the fabric of your bra. Lord, you prayed silently, please let this be over with quickly. 

Your eyes slid closed, trying to imagine that it was Arvin touching you instead of Preston Teagarden but then the mere thought of comparing the two made you sick to your stomach. They were nothing alike. 

A set of chapped lips kissed your forehead gently, then your cheek, and then, finally, your lips. At first, you drew back, but still kept your eyes closed, trying to mask the disgust with untouched hesitance. You forced your body to relax again and Preston took that as a cue to continue with what he was doing, his lips returning to yours. 

Wasting no time, he’d crawled over you until your back was flush against the seat. You placed your hands awkwardly and haphazardly on Preston’s shoulder’s, trying to feign inexperienced confusion. You and Arvin may not have ever gone all the way, but you’d at least gone this far. 

Preston’s lips moved down your neck and your breath got caught in your throat. As much as you hated it, he knew what he was doing. This man knew all the right buttons to push to make a nervous girl submit to his every desire and, though you were well aware of the game he was playing and had zero attraction to him, the physical reactions were almost impossible to stop. Your body shuddered when his stubble, something Arvin lacked, scratched the sensitive skin of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. Your eyes were open wide now, just waiting for your boyfriend to finally show up and save you from this situation. 

Arvin approached the car and slowly and quietly as he could. The windows were up so it wasn’t too big an issue as long as he wasn’t clanging metal but he figured he didn’t want to take any chances. When approached the driver’s window, his heart wrenched and he immediately regretted putting you in this position. 

Preston was on top of you, his hands roaming all around your semi-exposed chest. He knew that you’d never been exposed like that to anyone before and he suddenly felt sick with himself for allowing the first time to be with anyone beside him, let alone Preston fucking Teagard. 

He expected to have to psych himself up for the actual kill, to have to convince himself to do it but when you locked eyes with him, a silent plea to get the man off of you, it came unnervingly natural. With the rope already wrapped around both of his fists, Arvin reached for the handle and threw the door open, looping the rope around Preston’s neck and dragging him back out of the car. Preston’s eyes were wide with shock and fear, “What the fuck?!” He hollered in fear, the words turning to gagging and choking. His hands grasped at the rope but Arvin had it pulled too tightly. 

Preston’s body was kicking against the grass but his neck and head were pressed against Arvin’s chest, who was kneeling in the field. 

“You really thought you could get away with what you did to my Lenora? To that poor Reaster girl you murdered? And then I bet you were willing to do the same to her over there too, huh?” He seethed, notioning over to you with a flick of his chin. 

The reverend tried to say something, anything to defend himself or get himself out of this situation but Arvin never let up so the words came out as disgustingly graphic chokes. You crawled out of the car, not knowing what you could do to help or secure the situation but feeling useless now. 

In a few minutes time, his lips had turned blue and the thrashing of his body had stopped. Arvin finally let up and the body slump into the grass. He crawled back and away from the man who had only moments ago been all over you, touching you. 

That was when he remembered that you were there still. He’d gotten so blinded by rage that he almost blacked out, caught up in the task at hand. But when he looked up, his heart began to beat again and he stood up, rushing to you, “Are you okay? Did he hurt you?” 

Your face was pale and blank, almost as if you were in shock. Your top was still totally unbuttoned, white modest bra still exposed to the world but you didn’t look like you cared at all. If Arvin was being honest, this wasn’t how he’d pictured seeing you topless for the first time going. He always hoped it would be romantic and with more than enough time to compliment every inch of your perfect body. Instead, you looked scared and shocked and almost like you could be sick. 

“Y/N?” He urged, coming stand between you and Preston’s body, attempting to break your view of it. He reached down and began to re-button your blouse for you. 

“I’m fine,” You said flatly, only moving to look up at him, “Are you okay?” 

With a glance down at his knuckles, the rope burn was clear to see, but Arvin had been through much worse, “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. I’m so sorry that I let him do that. This whole idea was stupid and now-” 

“No,” You interrupted, finally snapping out of your shocked state and bringing your hands up to rest on his, which were on your chest now, “He can’t hurt anyone anymore.” 

Arvin didn’t actually feel remorse for killing the man. The only thing he wanted was to take you back home, or rather far away, where there weren’t any reminders of today’s events. He wanted to show you how special you were, how much he loved you, and how brave he thought you were for being willing to be Teagarden’s last victim for the better good of the world. 

#the devil all the time #tdalt #tdalt fics #arvin russell #arvin russel x reader #arvin russel imagines #do you trust me? #dark fics #tom holland #tom holland imagine #tom holland one shot #tom holland x reader

[fictionkinfessions]

mom: *makes comments about how weird it is that claire finn dated/married a robot*

me, who kins said robot: haha yeah...

(It's nice that my family likes my source, but it's very awkward for me at times.)

- Issac (The Orville)

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#fictionkinfessions #fictionkin #isaackin #theorvillekin #robots cw #mod party cat

[khazad]

What is hobbit leverage...

NAT!!! NAT. I AM SO GLAD YOU ASKED ABOUT HOBBIT LEVERAGE.

it’s really only related to the actual leverage tv show in that the premise is “a bunch of people find themselves working together for the sake of doing crime” and the overarching tone is “warm-hearted comedy” but listen sometimes when one special interest loves another special interest very much,

anyway you got wilbur baggins (formerly known as alba bingley, billy rounder, beau dussack etc etc) having spent a couple decades grifting his way across western europe but come back to his childhood home a handful of years ago to reclaim the estate of the late munroe baggins. now technically wilbur WAS munroe’s next of kin, but if he wanted to do things legally he would have had to identify himself as his father’s former daughter, so he decided to do things the fun hard way and invent a son wholecloth. and he’s been retired for a while now while he lives off dad’s money and his own ill-gotten earnings, and he thinks its going pretty well.

enter gandalf.

gandalf (or tarquin, as others might call him) (i havent found any decent paronyms for olorin or mithrandir) (nor for gandalf but gandalf is gandalf, yk,) has been keeping an eye on wilbur over the years and thinks that he’d be a serious asset to soren and his team.

(soren was the name his parents gave him, but he uses Søren for all documents and correspondences, because (in his words) he finds it makes him less approachable.)

soren wants to take a run at smaug. i dont have a paronym for smaug either, or even a concrete idea of how he screwed soren over (maybe hes a figure similar to damien moreau from leverage) but hes a formidable power. not all the company know about this, but not all of them need to, either. you don’t challenge smaug head on, you need to be as roundabout as possible about it.

but while theyre being roundabout about it, they end up finding themselves in positions where they could expend only a moderate amount of effort to cut down some other people in power who do a lot of harm and… then maybe one or two of them starts meeting people with problems that the company is uniquely equipped to solve….. and before they realize it, theyve become low key vigilantes

tbh the overarching plot is less important to me than the disparate little scenes in my head of

wilbur scamming and sneaking around utterly unnoticed

finny and kelly being a couple of gen z menaces

wilbur being alarmed at the inclusion of orville riesmann (age 15) in their operations until orry informs him brightly that he’s been 15 for three or four years now, for tax purposes

orry is a very, very, very good forger

beaufort is the resident hacker and software expert (yk.. mining….. datamining…….)

finding paronyms for bifur and bombur is hell but i wont budge

bombur is the least off-putting and most sensitive member of the company by far, and is a big part of their segue into community aid (as it were) and is usually their liaison to any individual who might need help.

bifur is the hardware guy. he builds gadgets

acquisition of gadget components is the domain of norbert riesmann, who blends in anywhere and has an immediately forgettable face

gandalf is still an immortal wizard except instead of a staff hes got a flamethrower

#literally there is so much more i havent even gotten to dwayne and blaine #finny and kelly call them dwaynus and blainus #dis is in jail at the beginning of the story but no cell can hold her

[withered-toys]

What your favorite animatronic says about you

A very cool and accurate account from me

FNAF 1

Freddy: You’re a gay man and you like bears

Bonnie: You really like characters with “sidekick cartoon character” vibes

Chica: You’re a lesbian and you can probably cook

Foxy: You were called an “energetic child” but in reality you just had adhd

Golden Freddy: You were an edgy kid when the game first came out and grew attached to Golden Freddy and never let go

FNAF 2

Toy Freddy: You’re the goofy friend

Toy Bonnie: You’re nonbinary but definitely had a complicated relationship with it at first

Toy Chica: You’re either a lesbian who likes the 80s aesthetic or you thirst for the animatronics. No matter which you are you hate the other

Mangle: You have trauma that was brushed off as a child and is only getting addressed now that you’re an adult and people listen to you

Balloon Boy: You liked him ironically at first because everyone else seemed to hate him but now you’ve grown to actually genuinely like him

JJ: She is a littel baby and she cannot change that and you know this

Puppet: Same as Golden Freddy but your favorite Undertale character is Gaster

Withered Freddy: Same as regular Freddy but you probably like steampunk

Withered Bonnie: You’re nonbinary and you hate being perceived

Withered Chica: You’re a butch lesbian and you own at least three leather jackets

Withered Foxy: You’re a trans guy who laughs at “trans guys have the names of dying victorian children” jokes bc they apply to you

RWQFSFASXC: Same as Withered Bonnie but you really like Halloween

Shadow Freddy: Same as regular Freddy but you’re also goth

FNAF 3

Springtrap/Spring Bonnie: You’re trans and you hate William Afton with a passion

Any of the Phantoms: Same as their regular counterparts but you like arson

FNAF 4

Fredbear: You didn’t have a good father figure in your life as a child and are now drawn to characters with fatherly energy

Any of the Nightmares: Same as their regular counterparts but you’re goth

Any of the halloween/jack-o animatronics: Same as their regular counterparts but you’re goth and you like arson

SISTER LOCATION

Baby: You either kin Elizabeth Afton or you kin Michael Afton

Ballora: You’re a femme bi woman and you’re the mom friend

Funtime Foxy: You like a lot of Tumblr sexymen but you hate William Afton

Funtime Freddy: You’re excitable and/or you have a mental illness that’s portrayed as “scary” and “dangerous” by popular media

Funtime Chica: You’re very epic and are well aware of this

Lolbit: This is not your first time kinning an evil robot

Bidybab: You like characters everyone forgets about

Minireena: You collect those little clown doll things

Bon-Bon/Bonnet: You’re short

Ennard: You DEFINITELY kin Michael Afton

PIZZERIA SIM

Rockstar Freddy: You’ve been to an actual Chuck-E-Cheese’s and probably smoke weed

Rockstar Bonnie: You like characters who are almost Tumblr sexymen but aren’t twink enough to be considered one

Rockstar Chica: You’re a lesbian and are absolutely unhinged

Rockstar Foxy: You genuinely like the pirate aesthetic

Happy Frog: You’re babey

Mr. Hippo: You didn’t have good grandfathers and so you seek out a replacement for that in the media you consume

Orville Elephant: Same as Mr. Hippo, they’re a set

Nedd Bear: You have disability that manifests in how you move and you relate to him

Pigpatch: You’re actually from a rural area

Lefty: You’re trans and on a mission. What mission? We may never know

El Chip: I have no idea you could be literally anything

Music Man: You did band in middle school

Dee Dee: You’re a little stinker

#fnaf #fnaf 2 #fnaf 3 #fnaf 4 #fnaf sister location #fnaf pizzeria simulator