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I identify as a she/her. (They/them pronouns are fine too)

I am a minor, (+16) but I make slightly suggestive jokes on here, please tell me if those make you uncomfortable.

expect simp art, silliness and oc art here. People who like animals or kids or incest stay far away from here (and anyone who ships it too) PROSHIPPERS DNI

There will be art for my latest hyper fixation typically, but Undertale stuff all the time.

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!I feel like it needs to be said, but Ivy is NOT a self-insert, me and her share a couple things in common, but she’s her own person, my self insert is below!

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[feralferrule]

Choy x Echo

Hello, lovely clone thirsters! @clonexocweek

I have started a fic with a named reader insert. She’s grown into an OC in my mind.

Her name is Choy, short for Echoy’la, which Mace Windu’s troopers started calling her when they found her. Echoy’la means lost or searching in Mando’a. She had almost complete memory loss and a bewildering connection to the force which caused physiological changes in her body.

The separatists caught her and she was put in a force blocking collar which allowed her memory to repair itself. She eventually remembered that she is an Earthling and knew the fate of many people in this galaxy in this universe. The Separatists used her for her healing force abilities and she was stationed with Echo in the communication tower on Skako Minor. There she had to care for him and figure out how to keep him alive and figure out how she was going to survive with the end of the war coming and order 66 possibly snaring her.

She had known and cared for Echo for a while before waking him to feed him one day because his life support was inadequate. He was too weak and drugged to feed himself but had a strong reaction to the sight of the syringe she tried to feed him with. He felt bad about his outburst which immediately exhausted him at which point he passed out and Choy had to put him back into the awful stasis chamber. So their first meeting where they’re both awake was difficult, awkward and scary for both of them.

Choy is still coming to grips with her recovered memory - especially her memories of family and friends she disappeared from. At the same time she has been dealing with being enslaved by mean Star Wars aliens and with a body that a heavy dose of the force made healthy and fit, but also seems to have made it think it just had a baby. Her hormones are doing some crazy stuff. Choy is resourceful and practical. Even though she is flirty and outgoing she is running on empty and more than a little scared. She feels a disconnect with her past especially since being rescued and reconnected with the force and feels ungrounded and out of control. But worst of all is knowing how things turn out for the clones and Jedi. Will she be able to do anything to help that? Or is the narrative of this universe something she can only bear witness to?

Choy and Echo share a unique bond and they care deeply for eachother. But things are complicated and she’s not sure how it will play out. She’s got clones lining up to take his place, and maybe even some Jedi.

The reader insert fic is very neutral about Choy’s looks but my OC is (very self indulgent) dark haired, light olive skinned and almond eyes. Here’s a closeup of a NSFW illustration from the fic:

Also I’m working on a little ficlet from @clonethirstingisreal ‘s modern AU. Which I hope I can pull off. I love her world she’s built and want to go to the cookout😆❤️

[bobvelsebobsession]

So I think I should have a pinned post I guess? An introduction to whom I am so y’all get to understand me a bit better.

Hello! I am Sandra, you may call me Sandy or Hero. I’m a 28 genderfluid woman. I go by he/she/they pronouns. I don’t often interact with people outside my spaces but if I think you’re cool I might send an ask. It’s nothing personal of course, I’m very shy and cautious.

Also if you wanna request a drawing of a Spooky Month character I’m more than happy to do a little doodle for you. Or you can ask me questions to get to know me better!

My favorite character is… well Bob Velseb of course! I have a self insert/OC I ship with him. Also I am not big on sharing characters I like, but I’m not gonna harass anyone over it. Bob is popular so it’s expected. Just don’t expect to see any ship art of him with others here!

I do appreciate a lot of the characters from Spooky Month so I share stuff about them here as well. I may post suggestive stuff as well so anyone under 18 has been warned.

Seeing as I’m an adult, I DO NOT interact with minors much. I will have a chat but do not try anything. I’m in a relationship and I’m not catching a case. The fact I even have to clarify this should tell you plenty, been on the internet way too long to see my fair share of messed up stuff.

Anyways, I do VRChat content stuff as a job, I also do YouTube and twitch streaming. So you may see posts for that every so often. If I make any models I’ll share them here and they’ll most likely be for sale.

If you’re interested in my VRChat work and wanna see more or commission me, the ask box and DMs are open. All commission info is here: https://herobrinesingsart.carrd.co

YouTube: https://youtube.com/@herobrinesings?si=tryaS3IimuBt8zIm

Twitch: https://www.twitch.tv/herobrinesings

Gumroad: https://herobrinesings.gumroad.com/

I also have a strawpage so feel free to doodle something on there, I may just share it!

Have a shirtless Bob for your travels and thanks for stopping by! Also if you wanna send an ask, check out my Dos and Don'ts before you do!

DOs:

NSFW/suggestive is allowed. Unfortunately the suggestive portion is the only thing you'll see. my NSFW stuff goes to my AD Twitter. However, don't send any if you're a minor, that's all I ask.

Magic Anons, Just send M!A and what you want to do to the individual muse. You can do any character but remember this blog does focus on Bob, Sandy, and their kids. Again anyone in my AU is fine though, which is basically every spooky month character.

OC interactions, I love interacting with others OCs. So please don't be afraid to. Having an image of what they look like helps me if I do end up drawing the interaction.

Ask for Art Trades! I love trading art with mutuals. It's fun for both parties involved.

Multi fandom friendly! I love interacting with other fandoms so if you wanna have your characters interact with mine even if they’re not from Spooky Month then go ahead!

Don'ts:

Anon hate, that will be ignored or I'm gonna make fun of you. I WILL NOT be nice about it.

Bob is canonically married in the AU, teasing is fine but flat out harassing him to "marry" you, "kiss" you, etc; will not be tolerated.

Do not ask me to draw any ship art with Bob, I'm not a big fan of any ship art involving him. (EXs: ratmeat, oc x canon, etc) This does not apply to commissions, however.

Do not ask me to draw anything ship related involving an adult and a minor character. That is a BIG FAT NO.

This list is set to change over time, so please check back frequently.

[thr0wnawayy]

AU Ideas and other Concepts. 1/?)

Authors Note: I apologize for the delay for the upcoming chapters of Crownless Monarchy, I have been working on the next three chapters (at once) and hope to release them sometime soon.

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Hey y'all. I figured I'd let some of these ideas see the light of day. Perhaps one of you can make something of them.

A bit of disclaimer: The way "s/i" isn't the typical. A Self Insert is usually the author putting themselves as a character.

In the MHA Community this is usally done through projecting ones personality through an existing character (ex: Midoriya)

The way I use S/I is a either:

A: A OC with knowledge or awareness of MHA's canon in some form (visions, reincarnation, intution) These characters are usually made up from a collection of different people and experiences, rather than just my own personhood.

A Character like Seven fit this bill.

B: S/I but Ingrained. Aka a S/I that blends and adapts to the world of MHA, their past self is not as relevant (if it's brought up at all) however may play a role in their perspectives and world views.

A Character like Arachne fits this bill (for another post)

With that out of the way, let's start small and work our way up:

Bonuses: (Minor prompts and concepts)

Dabi uses the PLF's connections to give Rei better treatment/conditions at the Hospital, or just transfer her all together to somewhere safe.

The Hood Enji fights is a Twice Clone while the real Hood is elsewhere.

S/I wakes up as Touya after the 3 year coma.

This one's out there: Hood meets Rei and causes a realization through his blunt honesty (f-flowers, iss the bar t-that low?)

Gigantomachia rewrite/replacement (idk, mine said make them motivational rather than denouncing, also make them smart)

a Vigilante group inspired by the 50 Blessings Organization from Hotline Miami

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Event Swap: At Kamino, Enji's crimes are exposed (how is up to you)

Funfact: The above prompt was originally a time travel fic, here's the unfinished script & notes

HPSC gets exposed as well [ Child soldier project] ) (Perhaps this can be added as well?)

Zero was disguised as AFO and sheds her disguse for her grand reveal

Zero twirled around in place, glittering in the moonlight, taking deep breath "Come and serenade with me, Uncle Toshi." she was wild, wild and yet so meticulous.

They were speechless, shell shocked, They were running to the smoke and lost themselves in the fire.

"You're looking glum Endeavor, y'know for someone who's just achieved No1 status, Ya really need to brighten up!" She jeered.

A canon formed out of her forearm, quickly firing a beam of energy. An explosion rocked the district, some heroes barley fleeing in time, others not so fortunate.

She barked a manic laugh, her eyes wide as saucers, onslaught never ceasing, never to falter.

And as she made her great adeau, the nation finally knew that the age of heroism was torn asunder.

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Bonus: After Ms.Curious is killed, S/I posses her body and lives again (Type A: S/I)

Bonus: Strike Back

Class of Aldera is done with Bakugo's shit( Students stand up for Midorya and try to redeem themselves)

( Fingers calls himself a coward for giving into pressure and fear [ was forced to attack Midorya, threatened verbally and physically by Bakugo and became numb to it], is inspired by a David Shield interview to become a scientist )

Star and Stripes' (Cathleen Bate's) Neice, Head of the W.H.A, travels to Japan following AM'S retirement/ Kamino and begins to take over the reigns from the HPSC. Starting with U.A's internships.

Profile: Mary-Ann Bate

Dirty Blonde, 6,2 ft , wavy blonde hair slightly past shoulders, well kempt, suits and pants

Stern attitude, takes no shit, willing to ground Endevour and Hawks's hero licenses

Q: Reality

Bonus: Replaceable

During the sludge incident it's not Bakugo whom Midorya pulls out

A New Course Of Action:

Following the disaster (Pointless Kamakaze raid), Dabi's expose video and Twice's death at Jaku, The civilians of Tokyo decide to take matters into their own hands, it all starts with one after all.

And lastly a character profile of a background character turned OC

If you need reference, this is the girl seated next to Midoriya at Aldera, her quirk is pretty rad with the possibility of being better than Hellflame (because she seems to have fine control over the flame itself, becoming it). Of course she needs professional training first

I imagined them (her and Mido) here as friends who met halfway through middle school and have stuck together since.

Much like her quirk and namesake, Ryukka has a fiery disposition and doesn't take kindly to people* harassing her friend(s) (*read Bakugo)

She's one the only people at Aldera willing to stand up to him (her flames cause his quirk to overload)

As hinted at in her quote, she does get into UA and thanks to her and Midorya's study sessions (Quirk and academic wise) she gets in with high scores (beating out Bakugo's score in the Entrance Exam)

Has beef with Aizawa

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As I stated, everything in here is up for grabs so feel free to use it in your works if you so wish.

Just remember to link it here in the comments

-Thr0wnawayy

[arn359]

Hi! You can call me 359 or ARN

I preferred They/She

[ADHDer who forget everything]

🔶️!Content Warning! This blog have nsfw, light gore, blood and cannibalism contents. If you’re uncomfortable it’s ok to leave.

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About my blog

◆Suggestive contents (Minor do not interact please. I’m not comfortable having kids here)

◆Self-insert/Self-shipping , Oc x Canon contents

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Only Undertale, Undertale AUs related

My main interests : Gaster, Grillby, Underswap Papyrus, Swapfell variants, Fellswap-Gold, Underfell, Horrortale, Dusttale, etc.

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#the skellies [] is for me talking about my HC, fanfic, scenes, ideas, i have for any skeleton brothers from any AU. (For now, it's mainly US, SFP, FSG, SF ,HT and G brothers.)

That’s it for now.

[th38u11d325c1u8]

???: why hi there! i am trowel and welcome to the builders club!

trowel: though first we gotta tackle some rules

1.please be respectful, (ooc: also don't be to overly sexual, the mod is a minor and would not want to see that type of stuff)

2.feel free to interact no one is disallowed to!

trowel: oh wait that's everything!

trowel:can't wait to see what we'll do together!

ooc: uh finally, i have remembered the password/j, uh here the actual dni:

-extreme proship, not just "idc about what you ship" but "i love childxparent"

-nsfw, yeah sorry i just don't want to see that shit as a minor

-biggots or phobes of any variety, aka transphobia,homophobia, especially: arophobia and acephobia cause i am aroace

also uh oc list below

trowel:the kinda self insert, he/they pronouns, the little guy with big dreams, was adopted by asshole parents and ran away to the builder's club with his big sis, gear is a trowel which can just straight up create walls, as for appearance he's like average height, blue horns which resemble beta coil, gloves, and a standard mechanics outfit(yk big overalls and a suit underneath), with a jetpack much like the other bc members with additional grappling hook incase of falls

wrench:the big sis of trowel, she's the one to stand up and protect him in case shit hits the fan, great builder, bit of an angsty teen however. About the same attire as trowel, but with pink horns and more grime and dust

BU1D3RM4N:a mechanical marvel turned monstrosity, one of the og biografts created 3 years ago, he is THE BUILDER. He's quite jolly and friendly despite his hulking 7'2 stature, as for appearance; he is 7'2, his crotch and chest is a bunch of bio graft parts linked together using the wires from them, his legs are also big, his feet are made out of 2 torsos (of bio's), his palms the size of most inphernals chest, his fingers end in biograft hands

also if you couldn't tell this is an rp blog of @imblue16's chaos au (i am blue btw)

[maetheartist]

MOUTHWASHING ROLEPLAY CALLOUT!

Howdy! I’m Sleepy Artist- Otherwise known as Mae or Blue! I recently got into Mouthwashing… and would absolutely love to find someone to rp with me and my ocs, as well as feed eachother’s delusions! >:D

I am currently looking for someone to rp as Curly and Daisuke for OC x Canon ships… I may use an AU for these guys, and if you could use both these guys, ACCURATELY TO THEIR CHARACTER… I would love you eternally and give you super duper yummy art of your request :3

Important note; My Birthday is on 04/17/2009, therefore I am still a minor! Please be at least 15-17 when requesting for an rp, I will be 16 in a handful of months!

Lets start off with requirements and rules!

Self-inserts are welcome!

Have a semiliterate writing style, proper grammar, and use quotations marks.

I roleplay on discord, I will not be role playing anywhere else.

Do not try and convince me to do anything that goes against what I have as my personal rules… if you are a decent human being, I humbly ask of you to please respect my boundaries, and I’ll respect yours!

If you want to have an rp… please send me a writing sample of yours so I can get an understanding of how you write, and see if I wanna work with it. It’s not required! But highly preferred and appreciated!

No…

No Mary Sues or Gary Sues, please, it is literally not any fun if your OC is too OP and has no weaknesses, just no, I will point it out in the RP if it Happens.

No Incest or Sexual Assault themes in role plays, a hard no.

No smut. If there is to be a smut scene in an rp, there will be a time skip to after the scene, no during it, no nada, only before and after scenes, I will NOT be writing two of our characters doing the nasty baby making ritual. 😭

No… but…

No Smut, definitely not… but suggestive and flirtatious dialogue is allowed! If there are to be any sexual scenes to happen, there will be time skips.

No controlling my OCs! but I can understand describing things like rain on their skin and certain pains they feel on their body.

No one sentence or very short replies… but I understand a small sentence or two, but don't do it the whole RP.

Do not keep the whole spotlight only to your character and their ship Partner, it is not Fair.

My writing style is Semi-literate, I prefer semi-literate writers over text talk writers unless it’s OCC.

Don’t what that is? Here!

Semi-Literate example:

The Moon goddess her lake from the bridge, sighing in contentment as she turned her attention to the moonlight reflecting the water’s surface with a soft gaze. "The best place to be for the silence is here..."

Text-talk example:

*Suijin looked at her confused* what do you mean? *She raised a brow*

Stuff I do and prefer!

I enjoy roleplaying fluff, romance, platonic relationships, action, and or comedic stuff!

I accept OC x Cannon, OC x OC and Cannon x Cannon ships! I also heavily encourage OCS!

AUs are welcome! Though when I say AUs, I mean the fairly common ones like Yandere AU, Enemies to lovers AU, etc, etc. BUT! I’ll always be open to hearing out whatever you bring to the table!

Paragraphs? WHERE?!? Paragraphs are something I am absolutely down for, and I love them in roleplays! Especially when they are very detailed! I do em too and I would love it if someone else did as well!

If you know what MOUTHWASHING is all about… then you already know, violence and gore is definitely allowed, lol. Dark elements too, as long as they fit under the MOUTHWASHING dark category.

Characters I’m able to play!

Jimmy

Anya

Swansea

Daisuke

Characters I’d like you to play, if possible!

Curly

Daisuke

Swansea

The roles can be negotiated before an rp, we can switch stuff up depending n what you’d like to rp, I am flexible with who I play as! Also, considering the small amount of Canon characters… OCS ARE HEAVILY ENCOURAGED!!!!

If you worry about getting responses back to me late- don’t get too worked up over it, we all have lives outside of the internet, and we just have to accept the fact that we can’t always be available! But do keep in mind that it’s good to let your friends online know that you may have to disappear for it bit, it also lets me know you’ll be busy for a bit! :D

Ships I shall not be doing… is Curly x Jimmy, that’s the only one I fear, oh, and Daisuke x Swansea too.

If you want to RP with me, that’s great! I rp in Discord as it helps to organize everything, and if you’re interested and would like more questions- shoot me a dm, and I’ll answer when I can, thank you, and a have a wonderful day!

[incorrect-finding-frankie]

A quick list of the characters (so far) that I’ve made. Just because—OC time:

Percy—a hare created for @janesbeloved AU. Already brought it up a bit, but it always wanted to become an actor—but once it did, it was always brought in for minor things—which included for the show.

There’s a film studio attached to everything else, and Percy finds itself working there.

Another OC for the AU down below.

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Em—a contestant OC, and the very first one that I made. She had almost no clue about Frankie in the beginning. Although, a friend pushed Em into doing the gameshow.

Has had some experience with parkour before, been it’s been quite a bit.

Much more confident, relaxed, etc, when wearing a mask or anything like that. Fond of Other Frankie.

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August—another contestant OC. He just... does not care about anything that could potentially happen to him throughout the whole gameshow. Or even out of it.

He’s just ready, and relaxed, for anything.

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Rory—a rabbit that I just thought about making specifically for cartoons and such. Used to basically assist Toon Frankie, but then there was a falling out.

Toon Frankie has a one-sided rivalry with Rory—who doesn’t see him as a rival or anything—and still cares—but thinks the ‘rivalry’ stuff adds some more fun into the day.

So, Rory’s just rolling with it all, and getting into some shenanigans still.

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Spring—self insert/sona that’s a bit of a robotic ‘contestant’ added later on for some new surprises in the gameshow.

Hangs out with Other Frankie the most, but at the beginning, literally nobody knew where Spring came from—the higher up’s didn’t give an explanation.

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Ash—A cat created for the AU above, and Percy’s ex-partner.

The two of them had been together for the last six years, but without much of a word, Ash suddenly broke everything off, and continues to not say anything.

Percy is very much saddened by this. Ash, however, still works at the place—but has proven difficult to find.

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Kit—a fankid that I decided to make for fun. The kid of Em and Other Frankie. Silly time.

‘Kit’ refers to a baby bunny, and Em has never been very good at naming things—so, initially, she was just going and calling the little bunny ‘kit’.

It started out as a placeholder/nickname, but then Em just thought that it was actually a good name.

Kit can just be a silly fella.

[mothergold]

| Heaven and Earth | 

Pairing: Albedo x OC!Juniper

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, This is NOT an x reader, Soulmate AU, Reincarnation AU, Selfship/Self Insert, Death, Heavy Angst, Implied/Alluding to Suicide, He/Him Pronouns for Albedo, She/Her for Juniper, Juniper and Albedo have a kid, Panic Attacks, Mental Breakdowns, Toxicity/Toxic Relationship (my selfship isn’t technically toxic but for this fic it might come off a little unsavory at parts), Albedo is implied to have PTSD, Trauma, 4.9k words.

A/n: Hi this fic was inspired by the conversation where me and @/auphelia bounced ideas about my selfship lore hehe so enjoy guys <3

Summary: Albedo and Juniper are victims of the archon's fascination and are reincarnated in many lifetimes. The problem is that only Albedo remembers anything from those past lives and thus must prove himself worthy to Juniper in every lifetime. 

Tagging: @auphelia @suyacho @themovingcastlez @tighnarly @fleur-de-leap

Heaven and Earth Playlist

“Oh my god, Mr. Albedo you’re a genius!” Sucrose exclaims.

She held up a vial to her colleague with pure excitement. She thought she’d get the same reaction in return, but what she witnessed instead frightened her. Albedo turned to her slowly and with eyes as empty as ever, he replied coldly.

“Don’t ever call me that.” 

His voice sent shivers down her spine. She tried to ignore it but even Sucrose knew better than to chalk this up to simply nothing. Sucrose saw how Albedo was slowly descending into madness. Some moments she wondered if this was inevitable, but then quickly snapped herself out of it. Reassuring herself that her friend was not like that. Unfortunately, there was only so much she could do, especially in that moment. So, she kept a watchful eye and confided in Kaeya about moments like this, moments where Sucrose could slowly see Albedo drowning underneath the weight of it all. She tried to reassure him that he could talk to her if ever he felt the need, but it wasn’t as simple as that. 

Albedo couldn’t just tell Sucrose what happened and what has been happening over and over and over again. He couldn’t tell anyone. Who would believe him? Genius or not, it would ruin what little reputation he had left. There was always that voice in his head that told him that talking about it with someone wouldn’t hurt, it wouldn’t go as badly as he thought, but that was before one of the worst memorable moments of his lives had happened. Before he spilled his heart and soul to Juniper, and became utterly distraught from his feeble attempts at trying to save her. Albedo didn’t remember much from that day except for the parts that stung like hell. Like when he told her all about the reincarnations and how he was the only one who remembered anything, and that she would die in many ways he could never predict. 

It started  calm and collected, his words moving carefully and cautiously, but somewhere down along the line it transformed into something frantic, drenched with guilt and regret. He watched as her face went from concern to fright. He wasn’t quite sure why he was scaring his wife, and even when the answers were right in front of him, he just couldn’t control himself. The words spilled and poured past his lips like a damning prayer. Albedo didn’t remember much but what he did remember was the way her eyes lit up in terror. That expression of hers would be forever branded into his brain.

He remembers the way he clawed at the bottom of her skirt. Her skirt, so graceful and free, which had been trapped in his hands which were balled into fists. Albedo’s nails carved at the fabric of her clothing, ripping holes into something beautiful he had made for her and turning it into something ugly. You looked down at his expression in absolute horror, his face red and wet from his desperation and tears. His face was twisted into a horrific expression, one that bore the pain of many, many people. Maybe he was telling the truth? Juniper thought to herself. Maybe, I had died in a past life with him. Maybe when he wept, clinging to her for dear life and begging for her to trust and believe in his words, perhaps he was telling the truth. 

“Please.. You.. you have to believe me.” He cried out, pulling her closer to him by the hem of her skirt.

But she didn’t believe him. There was simply no way to believe in him. That sort of thing didn’t happen, right? In her anxiousness she pulled away from him, enough that he would tighten his grip only to loosen it in just a few seconds. It couldn’t be helped, she was scared. She had a right to react the way she did. Didn’t she?

“Bedo you’re… you’re scaring me.” She whispered, too frightened to raise her voice an octave higher. 

This time she pulled completely out of his grasp, no lingering touches grazing her or her clothing. He stared up at Juniper with tear-filled eyes. There were heavy bags underneath his eyes, darker than she’d ever seen anyone's look before, and his mouth fell slightly open as his tears dripped down to his lips. The taste of his sorrow was more sour than the day he lost her, and all he wanted was the sweetness of her love again. It was tragic really, that a man who was destined to be with his soulmate in every lifetime was forced to fail in every single one. Albedo had been gifted gold and had managed to tarnish it in almost every life he had lived. 

So, he watched helplessly as she walked out on him, frantically tripping over her own feet as she ran out the door like a scared house cat. As Albedo fell apart, melting into the wooden floors they had both walked on in those past years, he swore to himself this would be the last time he initiated contact with her. No longer would he go out of his way to befriend her, woo her, love and cherish her, only for his love to die right before his very eyes in every lifetime. It was then that he decided to do the most sane thing he’d ever do, leave. He left, so that when and if she returned, which she most certainly did, she would be left with absolutely nothing but his memory. He would never be there to witness the pure panic she endured as she realized, nor watch the way Juniper and Kaeya searched for decades all across Teyvat just looking for him. 

Albedo would never see how it absolutely destroyed her. When he left to put a bandaid over a self-inflicted gash, she continued to wither and die slowly until all that anguish finally caught up with her. It infected her until what only remained was an extremely sad memory. She wondered as she died if things would’ve been different had she listened to him, and as her heart began to slow she couldn’t help but hear his words ring true in her ears which had barely heard much of anything those days. As you took your final breaths your hand twitched, slowly reaching out for the hand of a long lost lover. She died warm in the bed he’d made her, Kaeya was kneeling on the floor, holding her hand gently as he watched the light finally leave her eyes. People said she lost her life to old age, but both Kaeya and Albedo knew better than that. 

So, as that life eventually took her , and Albedo eventually found his own way out of this one, he once again was reborn into another lifetime. A life where all he would worry about was seeing her again, and it would prove to be one of the many curses bestowed upon him. He tried his best to avoid her, but fate had a way of mocking him. It was when he had taken a spontaneous walk that his unluckiness would catch up to him. He locked eyes with her figure from afar, and quickly hid behind a nearby tree. His chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath, panic enveloped him while his worst fear slowly crept behind him. He just had to keep still and hidden, he convinced himself. Sadly, his reassurances did nothing to ease the fear he felt. Especially when a hand placed itself on his shoulder and a soft voice of concern followed soon after. 

He couldn’t possibly face her like this, not in this awful state. Her eyes looked at him with nothing but compassion and worry, and all he could do not to fall apart was remain completely still. Visions of what if scenarios haunted his mind and so he remained completely frozen, refusing to move even an inch until he was sure he could act with complete control. He sat there crumbling onto the grassy ground as she rubbed his back and soothed him through his attack, and for some magical reason it worked. Before he knew it his breathing had slowed, and his heart rested at a rate that was somewhat normal. Letting himself be still with her, even if for a moment was healing in a way he’d almost forgotten about. 

Still, as sentimental as this moment was it did not erase the damage he had done nor the madness that stirred within his body. He shared some of this life with her. Yes, he had allowed himself to know the joys of her laughter and feel the tender touch of her skin against his, but never did he forget the damage he had caused. As he lived in a house with her that was nearly identical to the homes they shared in other lifetimes, he didn’t once forget how her eyes looked at him on that day. He could never erase the memory of her wrinkled hand in his as she gave him one last smile. Albedo could never forget all the memories he shared with Juniper, and even though he was staring at her, healthy and full of life, he would never forget the image of his beautiful wife disappearing right in front of his eyes. 

It was a fresh new hell with every life he lived, and to be doomed to never die of old age was just one of the worst aspects of it. Being a homunculus had its benefits, but dying was not one of them. While you could continue to die of old age or any natural cause, Albedo had to resort to more drastic measures to die. Unless some unfortunate circumstance had happened to end his life, Albedo oftentimes had to take matters into his own hands. Thankfully, this was not something he thought twice about, making no hesitation when he had to take the blade to his throat to stop whatever it took to keep him alive underneath all that skin and bone. He was thankful for the times where someone did the job for him, dying with a smile on his face as he watched the world darken around him. Unfortunately, it wouldn’t take long before he was opening his eyes to the sight of his master, again. She wasn’t as pleasant company to have as Juniper would’ve been, but he was grateful just to have something or someone distract him from the madness that brewed within him. 

Sadly, this “bliss” only lasted for so long and soon, he was left all alone in Teyvat. A few centuries had passed before he crossed paths with you again. He had some time to recover from the agony of her, only to be reintroduced to it all over again. Albedo wasn’t too sure why he did what he did next. Perhaps he wondered how this life fared for the both of them. Maybe he started to finally heal from the damage that had been done, or maybe he was simply homesick. Whatever the reason, he had convinced himself that this time would be different, that this time he would enjoy this life with Juniper no matter how it ended.

At first he remained true to his words, making a life for himself with his wife and child in the cool meadows in Mondstadt, but then something happened, or should I say someone. Albedo hadn’t noticed it in the previous lives but eventually he caught on to this stranger's presence lurking in the shadows. At first he thought nothing of it. After all, he’d become quite paranoid due to the lives he lived, but he soon realized that it wasn’t paranoia and instead was a worry that was much warranted. 

It happened first when Juniper and him were celebrating their first anniversary, they’d taken themselves out to a nice picnic in a nearby meadow. Everything was peaceful and the kindness of Juniper’s voice soothed his forever aching heart. Albedo’s heart was full as he heard you inquire about some experiment he was currently working on. Sadly, the moment was brought to a cold halt as he saw a familiar stranger out in the distance. The figure did nothing but stand there and glare down at him, and in a matter of moments he vanished. This visual would be something that would continue to haunt Albedo no matter what life he lived. In the ones that came before he hadn’t thought twice about it and now he wished he had. 

He tried his best to ignore it, truly he did try, but even his best wasn’t enough. The man showed up even in his sleep, dreams turned to nightmares and nightmares soon became night terrors. Waking up in a cold sweat he’d sit upright, hyperventilating as his wife tried her best to calm him down. No matter what had happened in his sleep the man always showed up, the one constant theme being the mysterious man and his intentions. Albedo had his theories but never anything solid, that was until that night when the stranger spoke to him in his night terrors.

“I know what you’ve done.” 

There was something incredibly bone chilling about those words,it felt like a threat to Albedo and all he cherished. Then the madness started to slither its way back into his life. Many nights were spent sleeplessly working on his research, thinking back to his past lives and what the appearance of this daunting figure meant. This continued on for about a decade or so before Albedo’s research came to a slowed halt. He hadn’t seen this figure in quite some time and foolishly thought with hope in his heart that this man had given up. At the very least he hoped this was someone who he could easily get rid of, but fate had a peculiar way of baring its fangs. 

The next time he would see the man would be much farther in the future, long enough that Albedo almost forgot about him. Almost. It was summertime when the three of them, their child included, made their way into Mondstadt City. Albedo was holding his daughter, talking to her about the many flowers at Flora’s stand when his eyes locked with another pair. As his wife was paying for the gorgeous flowers she’d planned to decorate the house with, Albedo was preoccupied with a tall, blonde man’s eyes piercing straight into his. His immediate instinct was to take out his sword and protect what was precious to him, but he forced that urge down as hard as he could. That would only bring more trouble, he thought to himself. 

He thought at best the stranger would leave him and his family alone, but he was sorely mistaken. After the man made a point of glaring at him and his daughter, he started to approach him. Albedo had no clue what he should do in a moment like this and he had no proof to tell the knights of favonius that he was a threat. So, instead he chose to remain exactly where he was. Albedo watched the stranger extra closely as he closed the distance between them, his hand twitching at his side as he readied to strike at any moment. It wasn’t until the man was standing right in front of him that he could truly get a good look.

He stood before him, tall with a threatening aura that followed, staring down at him and his child. There was a fire burning in his eyes, a dangerous hatred that threatened to tear him limb from limb, but before Albedo could say anything he turned to Juniper who had since bumped into the unfamiliar man by accident. 

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry! I didn’t see you there. You.. are?” She questioned with a look of confusion. 

He moved out of the way and smiled at Juniper with a look that was most unsettling. He said nothing and did nothing, just stood there, remaining frozen until his daughter, Rose, had reached out a hand towards the man. Quickly Albedo pulled her arm back against her body, holding her in a protective hold. Albedo stood his ground, now staring down the unfamiliar man who he knew now more than ever was a threat to his family. 

“Nobody important, I was just on my way anyway. You.. have a good evening.” The man said as he walked past albedo, now bumping into him by mistake. 

Although, one could hardly call what he did an accident. Juniper watched as the stranger floated away, vanishing among the crowd while Albedo focused on his daughter, refusing to give her up to even his wife. It seemed that Juniper had forgotten about what just happened and offered to carry Rose, but Albedo shook his head, reassuring her that he had it handled, but she wasn’t too sure about that.

The three of them walked home together in silence. That was until Juniper finally confronted Albedo. “Albedo?”

“Hmm?” He tilted his head to look at her briefly before returning his gaze to the road in front of him. 

“What was that about? Do you know that man?” She pushed.

Albedo stayed silent. Not sure if he should be truthful or lie. He knew what would happen if he was truthful with Juniper, but he hated the idea of making a fool out of her. Sadly, Albedo did what he thought was best, even if Juniper saw right through him. 

“No, I don’t know who that was today.” He said.

She turned to face him as her expression became angry. “You’re lying to me. Why are you lying to me, Albedo?”

“Let’s not discuss this here.” He tried his best to calm Juniper down, worried it would wake the baby, or at the very least that’s the excuse he gave her to keep her distracted.

Juniper was silent up until the moment the three of them returned home and tucked Rose into bed, but she did not forget about the man or Albedo’s suspicious questions. So, the very minute she had the chance she cornered Albedo in an attempt to force some answers out of him, but still he barely budged. 

“What’s going on, Albedo? This isn’t like you.” She questioned him, desperate for answers.

Still, Albedo wouldn’t give in. He wasn’t trying to ignore Juniper but he was at a loss for words. He wasn’t exactly sure how he could tell Juniper that he had seen this many times before for such a long time, and that he had some less than savory theories about the stranger, as well. To put it simply, there was no way he could be truly honest with his wife. Not without things going awry that is. 

Juniper stood in front of Albedo and grabbed both of his hands, holding them against her cheek. “Albedo, talk to me. Please?” She continued to push him all while he remained absolutely silent. “Can you at least tell me if he’s dangerous?” She asked in a hushed tone, her voice barely audible. 

Albedo kissed her hands and then sighed. “I think so, yes.”

She pulled away slightly to give him a look. “You think?”

He sighed again and replied. “I have my theories of who he is and why he’s here, but that’s all I can say for now.” 

The both of them sat in silence for a moment, neither of knowing exactly what to say. Albedo thought about the man and the many theories he had about them, and Juniper wondered about the stranger and Albedo’s theories. In a way their minds were connected in a very distorted and unorganized way. Thinking on the same wavelength but in opposite tempos. At some point the two of them decided nothing would be properly handled or solved with a mind and body that lacked sleep, and thus chose to end the conversation there for the night. Juniper slept soundly through the night while Albedo remained restless. 

If there was any chance of Albedo getting any sleep it was long gone once he heard footsteps outside the window of their room. At first he wondered if he heard correctly but as the footsteps approached the room where Rose was located, he wasted no more time wondering and jumped out of bed. Carefully and cautiously he crept to the side of the room where Rose was, pushing the door slightly open to peek into the room to check in on his daughter. Once he was reassured of her safety he made quick work of finding his sword and gripping it close to his hips. He took a peek out a nearby window before opening the front door and closing it behind him softly. 

Looking around him he held his sword at ready until he laid eyes on the source of the noise. It was him. Albedo felt rage course through his veins as he rushed towards the familiar man. 

Reaching him he pointed the tip of his sword at his neck and spoke quietly. “Who are you?”

The man scoffed. “You can call me Dainsleif.”

Dainsleif held the demeanor of someone who had already won, the look in his eyes assuring Albedo that he would always be one step ahead of him. That was only one aspect of him that gave Albedo a bad feeling. Albedo took one step forward, holding the handle of his sword extra tight. He would not hesitate to swing his blade if he felt necessary, but for the sake of his family he restrained himself. He poked Dainsleif’s adam's apple with the tip of the blade, serving as an unspoken warning. 

“What are you doing here, Dainsleif?” Albedo’s voice was thick with venom. 

Dainsleif stood there motionless, not moving a muscle. Then he turned his attention to the house, eyeing the window that belonged to Rose’s room. This motion did not go unmissed by Albedo and immediately questioned the strange man. What could he possibly want with an innocent child? 

“Why are you here?” Albedo spat in reply. Growing more impatient with every passing second.

“I’ve been watching you for a very long time, Albedo.” Dainsleif admitted. 

That’s when Albedo lowered his sword momentarily, too stunned to speak just yet. What could he possibly want with me? With my family? Albedo asked himself. Although, an answer is what he sought, an answer would not return to him. 

“This is not the first time we’ve met and nor will it be the last.” He continued. 

Albedo’s head began to spin and spin until he ultimately fell to the ground onto his knees, sword now laying beside him. “You know.. Don’t you?” He asked

Dainsleif looked down on Albedo and then to the house, again before replying. “I’ve always known.” 

Albedo dug his nails into the cloth of his shorts, praying that this hell would stop, but he knew better than to be hopeful at a time like this. Sadly, he remained hopeful with childlike wonder, having an idea that he was so sure would bring him relief. He hesitated for only a moment until ultimately deciding to do it, going against the bad feeling that ruminated in his gut. 

“Do you.. Do you know how I can save her? Is there a way to save her?” Albedo asked weakly, his voice broken and strained.

Dainsleif looked down on Albedo with a cold glare. “What makes you think I’d ever help you?”

Everything was starting to unravel before his eyes. Albedo was beginning to see for the very first time in any of his lifetimes. He was doomed from the very start. As fate would have it Albedo would never see the good in his continuous lives as long as the archons looked down on all of Teyvat. As long as Albedo lived to see the daylight and die underneath the moon’s cold embrace, so would destiny let its hands do its cruel bidding. 

“Please.. There must be something that I can do in return? Anything?!” Albedo begged, but again, Dainsleif refused.

Shaking his head and walking further from Albedo who was currently on the ground groveling, he replied. “You’re dangerous. I cannot trust you with this invaluable information.” 

Albedo reached out a hand to Dainsleif but before he could even graze his body he had vanished into thin air. The strange man had cast upon his judgment and before Albedo could even defend himself he had left. Albedo remained on the ground for quite some time, hours passed by while he cried and prayed to the archons for forgiveness. That, whatever would come to pass, would be most merciful to him, but his prayers would grow unanswered. He wept and yelled to the skies, cursing them for being born with such an unforgiving face. Although his voice was loud it did not carry along with the wind. Some things could not be helped, a prisoner will always feel tied down even in a land as free as the wind. 

At some point he must’ve carried himself back to bed to Juniper. He hoped this would all be some nightmare that would soon pass and be just one big miserable memory. Sadly, though this was just one hellish day, it would eventually come to haunt him in the future. For when Albedo’s time with Juniper in this lifetime ended, another life would follow with an even more nightmarish revelation to follow, too.

The same usual moments would happen, still, but it was when he took that fateful walk by a familiar hill that would damn him to heartbreak eternally. Eternity is a thing of the past, but the way Juniper looked at him would forever be etched into his mind. He didn’t even notice the presence of a certain man standing beside her until he looked away from her cruel expression. She wore the same one Dainsleif had that night, frozen and unsympathetic. There was no escaping his fate, the worst had truly come. 

Looking back at that night which happened so many years ago, Albedo couldn’t help but feel that man was nothing but one brutal omen. He wondered if he had ignored him would he still be in the same situation? Would he not still be damned to suffer just as all mortal men are? Their eyes locked onto him, etching into his skin the sins of man. Although Albedo was nothing close to human, there was something about being lumped in with any other human made him feel insane. 

Albedo thought that surely there must be a way to free himself of this torment? But there wasn’t. Not in this lifetime, the next, or any that would follow. Still, he tried to fix what was never broken to begin with. He tried and tried to connect with Juniper, build something out of nothing, but each time she would scowl at him and look at him in disgust, immediately shutting down any and all words he had to say. Still like a mad man he continued this pointless mission that would end in defeat every single time.

At one point Albedo had managed to convince himself that this was only his fate in that lifetime, but oh what a sad realization he had waiting for him in his remaining lifetimes. As time went on Juniper looked at him with an expression that grew crueler with every glance she gave him, as if to say “I remember”. Not only did she resent him with every reincarnation, but bit by bit she started to become more like the man that had always lingered around her. Never letting her out of his line of sight, something that truly sickened the alchemist. 

Eventually Albedo had no choice but to accept this destiny of his and hid himself in a much better place than Dragonspine. Although no place would be far enough when in regards to his love for Juniper, wherever he was headed was a damn good place to start. He focused on his studies for some time, avoiding all social contact of any kind. Keeping himself holed up in a secret location that none knew about (that he made sure of) until he forgot how she looked. Sadly that day would never come in that life or the next. Her face haunted him from sunup to sundown. A horrific reminder carved into his psyche until the day that the archons would cast mercy upon him, but that day never came. 

The only thing that would remain constant for Albedo was the anguish and the ever maddening silence which surrounded him. Death was not an ending for Albedo but instead was the gasoline which ignited the fire. Even as he crafts something on his trusty alchemy table, somewhere far from any livable life form, he could still hear her voice and feel her cold eyes burning into the back of his neck. An eternal reminder of the selfishness of mankind.

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The Necromancer

A Gigabyte Flare One Shot

Summary: Ash is a seasoned Demon Hunter that stumbles upon the village of Tristram to assist with an ongoing undead infestation. However, a recluse Necromancer hiding out in the nearby Cathedral has other plans...

Word Count: 2.3k

Pairing: necromancer!Sephiroth x OC/Self Insert

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Actions depicted in this story are not condoned in real life. You are responsible for your own content consumption. If any of the following warnings trigger you, please read at your own risk. Minors do not interact, this story is 18+ only.

Warnings: Sex (p in v), dubcon (OC caves like instantly), oral (f and m receiving), breeding kink

A/N: This is actually an old fic I wrote back in 2021 starring Sephiroth in a Diablo AU that never got posted anywhere. It's an OC/self insert, I hadn't started writing x reader fics at that point. I hope you enjoy it anyway! I wanted to share it because I really like how this one is written!

I wandered into the Slaughtered Calf Inn half awake and starved from my journey to Tristram. The air stank of death; there were rumors a Necromancer had taken up residence in the bowels of the Tristram Cathedral and was tormenting the town with his experiments. I practically collapsed at the bar; the innkeeper approached and slid a pint of beer, some bread and cheese in front of me. I ripped off a piece of bread and ate it.

“Couldn’t have found a worse time to come, traveler. We’ve had a bit of a…” the innkeeper cleared his throat before continuing, “undead problem.”

“That’s why I’m here friend,” I said as I motion to the two hand crossbows strapped to my waist, “I’ve come to alleviate your Necromancer problem.”

“Ay, he showed up about three months ago, cursed thing,” the innkeeper growled as he wiped down the bar, “what are you, some kind of mercenary?”

I shook my head, “I’m a Demon Hunter; I specialize in the slaying of the undead.”

“You’ll want to talk to Leah, she has the key to the Cathedral gate,” the innkeeper said before calling out, “Leah! Someone has come to take care of the Necromancer!”

“Oh! That’s fantastic!” Leah rushed in and approached the bar, “you must be the Demon Hunter!”

“I am,” I hold out my hand to shake hers, “I would have gotten here sooner but there seems to be undead all over the place around here.”

“You can thank the Necromancer for that, that bastard,” Leah groaned as she sat beside me.

I took a sip out of the pint, “what happened when the Necromancer showed up?”

“He murdered my Uncle Deckard, slit his throat right open and then he was revived and turned into one of his puppets right before my eyes. I had just enough time to run out and lock the gate before the whole place was overrun with undead.”

I watched as tears welled up in Leah’s eyes, “I’m so sorry.”

Leah wiped her eyes, “I’m just glad you’re finally here so we can kill that monster.”

“You’re not going anywhere Leah, I’m going to the Cathedral alone.”

Leah looked over and glared at me. When she was met with my cold stare, she let out a sigh and relaxed her shoulders, “I’ll take you to the Cathedral gate and unlock it.”

“Then you’ll come back here.”

“Yes. I’ll come back here.”

“Good, I’m going to retire to one of the rooms and rest up. Leah, would you mind bringing me to the gate tomorrow morning?”

“Sure, I’ll meet you there at sunrise.”

“Alright, see you in the morning then, Leah,” I say as I stand up from the bar and head into one of the rooms.

My sleep was restless; I couldn’t help but feel like someone was watching me from the shadows in the room. 

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Sephiroth poured over the volumes of books that were kept deep in the bowels of the Tristram Cathedral. He had heard about Cain Deckard’s research on the lesser evils and decided to take the old man out in order to gain access to it. The fact that he now had his own large lair to do his experiments was a very nice perk. His jade, cat-like eyes scanned the pages of Deckard’s research, deeply engrossed in the writings. His silver hair, which went well past his knees, seemingly glowed in the low light of the candles in the room. Suddenly, he stood alert, his eyes wide, as if sensing something. His left hand wove in the air and clenched as he held Deckard’s research in his right hand. A pale blue light encompassed his left fist. The light glowed brighter as he stood there. He suddenly spread his fingers and his hand engulfed in a blue flame. 

A few minutes passed and a group of skeletons came into the room, dragging a woman into the room with them. She kicked and thrashed in an attempt to break free, but Sephiroth’s magic was much too powerful for her. Sephiroth slowly turned to the skeletons and the captive intruder. 

His jade eyes scanned her body up and down. Demon Hunter: he knew their kind, however he admittedly had never seen one so beautiful. She had haunting blue eyes, short brown hair that was styled asymmetrically to one side. 

She was thin, but muscular; he could tell she took good care of herself. His eyes lingered on her perky breasts, which bounced gently as she fought the restraint of his skeletal thralls. When his eyes finally met hers, her eyes were filled with hatred and death; he knew if his magic relented that her powerful hands would end up around his throat. He felt a warmth in his loins, something he didn’t think he could ever feel. 

He smirked at the woman, crossing his arms as he continued to watch her struggle.

“Did you seriously think you could just waltz in here and kill me?” Sephiroth asked, his voice cool but sinister.

She spat at him, “you fucking bastard, let me go!”

“I will not,” he purred as he approached her, standing within inches of her, “you intrigue me, Demon Hunter.”

“Are you going to kill me and turn me into one of your puppets?” the woman growled.

“I could do that,” his gaze lingered back to her breasts for a moment before he looked back into her hate filled eyes, “but you’ll be much more entertaining to me alive.”

The hate in her eyes suddenly yielded to fear and she started to struggle more violently, as if sensing what was going to happen to her. Watching her be consumed by fear excited him, he could feel it in his leather trousers. Dropping his arms to his sides before bringing up his left arm, he spreads his fingers on his left hand again, now glowing with a pale blue aura.

“Keep her perfectly still,” he commanded.

The skeletons tightened their grip on the captive girl, holding her still by her arms, torso and legs. Leaning in, Sephiroth takes in her scent by sniffing ever so subtly. She smelled sweet, almost like a wildflower, he wondered why. He felt his cock pulse at her scent, making the confines of his trousers increasingly uncomfortable. 

As if his right hand had a mind of its own, he suddenly grasped one of her breasts. Giving it a gentle squeeze, he was surprised by how soft and supple it was. He then grasped her other breast with his other hand even though it was still pulsing with power. The woman let out a soft whimper as she attempted to squirm, but the skeletons’ iron grip kept her in place. 

Sephiroth’s hands slid from her breasts, down the sides of her body and came to a rest on her hips. He didn’t understand what exactly he was feeling, as he never experienced anything like this. His left hand groped at her toned backside as his right gently grasped her chin and tilted her head back. His lips suddenly met hers and he kissed her gingerly. He could feel her tremble in his grasp as he kissed her. He released her from his grasp, brought his left hand up into a fist as his hand burst into blue flame.

“Bring her to the bedroom and place her onto the bed.”

The skeletons carried her into an adjacent bedroom, Sephiroth followed close behind. He watched as the skeleton thralls gently placed her onto his bed, it pleased him that she didn’t attempt to flee. With a wave of his hand, he dismissed the thralls and they left the room. He closed the door as they left. He watched her intently as she lay on the bed, her legs spread wide as she propped herself up by her elbows. He began to unbutton his loose gray tunic, revealing his pale, but very well toned chest and abdomen. He pulled it off and tossed it aside before approaching the bed.

“Tell me Demon Hunter,” he began as he climbed onto the bed, crawling between her spread legs, “what is your name?”

“It’s… it’s Ash.”

“Ash… the remnants of a flame,” he said as he began to undo her trousers.

He slowly pulled them off, taking care to also remove her boots as well and he pushed them onto the floor. They fall with a loud thud. He gazed in awe at what he saw; Ash’s legs remained spread, her vagina fully exposed to him. It was oozing with juices and she smelled absolutely divine, inviting even. His cock was begging to be released but he wanted to savor her before indulging himself. 

“What is your name…?” Ash suddenly asked with a slight whimper.

“I am called Sephiroth,” he replied as he approached her very aroused entrance, “it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance my beautiful phoenix.”

Closing his eyes, he once again inhaled her natural scent. He felt chills throughout his body, almost as if he was getting high off her.

She’s in heat, he realized as he once again gazed upon her beautiful entrance, if I mate with her now, she will likely be impregnated from my seed.

This realization excited him; a devious smirk crossed his lips before his tongue caressed her clit. He felt her flinch in response; his tongue caressed it a few more times before his lips latched onto it, suckling her. He felt her heels dig into the bed and her fingers grip onto the sheets. After a few moments she moaned his name as one of her hands gripped the back of his head. His lips moved from her clit to the lips of her soaked pussy and he lapped up her juices. The taste of her was indescribable. His tongue slipped inside her and stroked her inner walls, making her squirm even more. As he indulged himself on her, he could hear her pull her tunic off and toss it across the room. Removing his mouth from her entrance, he gazed upon her now naked chest.

Her breasts were perfect. Round and perky, her nipples were erect from arousal. He looked into her blue eyes, now filled with lust. He climbed on top of her, placing a gentle kiss on one of her breasts, his lips cupping the erect nipple perfectly. Meanwhile, his deft fingers stroked her pussy before pushing two of them inside her. Moving his fingers in a come hither motion, she squirmed beneath him as he began to suckle her breast. He suddenly pushed a third finger inside her, causing Ash to let out a rather loud moan. His cock pulsed in his trousers, he couldn’t stand it anymore. He pulled his fingers out of her, now soaked in her juices. He licked his fingers clean as he gazed upon her naked body.

“Ash, allow me to ignite your flame,” Sephiroth said in a lust filled growl as he undid his own trousers.

His member, now free from its leather prison, stood erect and ready. Ash let out an audible gasp as she gazed upon it. It was easily 10 inches in length. Now nude himself, he stood on his knees over her, slowly stroking himself as he gazed upon her form. Ash suddenly sat up, approaching his member, wrapping her mouth around it. He gasped as her head bobbed up and down on his shaft. Sephiroth growled as he tilted his head back. His fingers ran through her hair as she sucked his cock. His hips instinctively thrusted into her mouth, which she didn’t seem to mind thankfully.

“Oh Ash, my queen,” he moaned as he gripped the back of her head as he continued to thrust into her.

Ash, suddenly taking her mouth off him, laid back down onto the bed, spreading her legs wide open.

“Come, my king,” she whispered, looking up at him, her eyes pleading, “take what is rightfully yours.”

Without saying a word, Sephiroth climbed back on top of her, pinning her to his bed. One hand grasped his member as he led it to her eager pussy. When he felt himself in position, he thrusted into her hard and fast. Ash screamed, her fingers digging into his back as he pounded into her. Animalistic instincts took over his thoughts, all he could think about was breeding her. As if reading his thoughts, she angled her hips in such a way that he could thrust deeper into her body. Gazing down at her, his hands once again grasped her breasts as his lips locked onto hers. She moaned his name into their kiss as her legs wrapped around his waist, as if to beckon him to release inside her. He could feel his climax approaching as he fucked her relentlessly.

Ash suddenly began to violently tremble as she let out a loud, lust filled moan and in that moment, Sephiroth felt a burning heat release from inside him as he pushed inside her as hard as he could. His cock pulsed inside her, pumping his seed deep into the depths of her womb. Her legs tightened their grip around his waist, forcing him deep into her. After a few moments, he began to thrust into her again before another wave of ecstasy consumed him and more of his seed spilled into her body. He watches as her eyes roll into the back of her head, however, he does not relent. It was going to be a very, very long night.

[dandelion-wings]

Aether and Lumine? Paimon too.

Thank you for the ask! :> I am going to split this not on Aether/Lumine lines but on Traveler/Abyss Prince(ss) lines, because, well, canon did set it up that way, and while if absolutely pushed, Lumine is my Traveler, I mostly prefer to be agnostic in my meta and fic about who is who.

TRAVELER

How I feel about this character

Ah, yes, Traveler von Protagonist Disease.

The thing that complicates the Traveler for me is that I absolutely loathe the kind of semi-self-insert-but-semi-independent-character protagonist that seems to be getting popular in video games these days. Byleth in FE3H is another good example. I wish they didn't exist! I wish that it was either a full self-insert, character-builder and all, or that they gave us a protagonist with a personality in the style of Tales Of and Final Fantasy games in the first place. I really enjoy roleplaying a character as I play a video game, whether given to me as a fully-realized character or as one I made up myself, and this in-between kind of robs me of that because I can't go full "this OC of mine believes this" and I also can't try for accuracy to the character I'm presented on-screen.

That said, they have been getting better about this with the Traveler over the last few nations, and I like the increasing sense of actual, independent personality that we've gotten for them! Obviously a protagonist of this kind of game, where all the others have to like the player character to make the gacha appealing, is going to want to help others, so I actually particularly like the occasional thread we get where they're like "no, I don't actually care half as much for Teyvat as I do for my sibling, I don't not care but my main mission is still to get to them" because it's very refreshing to me.

All the people I ship romantically with this character

Childe with the Lumine version, as two people who can and will absolutely fuck each other up in a play-battle, post-fight sex optional but fun. (Also I once read a Childe/Lumine AU fic where Childe was attempting to pursue The Greatest Game with Lumine and she turned the tables and pinned him down with knives through his hands, and it was incredibly hot.) Ayaka, as a one-sided crush on Ayaka's part. That's... really about it.

My non-romantic OTP for this character

Paimon! My bestest and beloved friend. :>

My unpopular opinion about this character

With a handful of exceptions, I... do not particularly enjoy Traveler-centered fic/art/meta. I don't know how unpopular that is but it's all I've got.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

I know why Hoyo can't do this with their gacha game full of waifus and husbandos, but I wish we had at least one major/playable character who just did not get along with them. All their voicelines are along the lines of "you think I'm fucking telling you that?" I just want to see how it would play out.

THE ABYSS PRINCE(SS)

How I feel about this character

Honestly much more fascinating to me, in part because they've been a lot more allowed to have some kind of personality from the beginning! I want to know all about what's happened to them, why they hold the positions they do, why they give their twin so few crumbs, etc.

All the people I ship romantically with this character

I mean. Dain. XD

My non-romantic OTP for this character

Aside from their twin, also Dain! Love their history.

My unpopular opinion about this character

This sort of overlaps with the second, but while I don't know how plausible or how unpopular it is, the mirror in the Caribert quest where the Traveler saw them in it combined with some minor previous stuff to unlock a Theory for me that the Traveler and the Abyss Prince(ss) aren't twins, but a single person with, for the Traveler, altered memories, whom the Sustainer of Heavenly Principles broke apart in order to nerf their power and/or for other reasons related to the whole "Fourth Descender broken up for parts" thing. Fascinating to me.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

Related to the above: Hoyo, please give me this. For all the game's deliberate sibling analogies and their pleasing narrative resonance, this theory honestly has way more appeal to me overall.

PAIMON

How I feel about this character

My buddy! My bestest friend! :> I get mad when people are mean to her (in-game or people who choose those options in play). I get sad when she talks about being scared without us (@chrysoula has a theory that this is all foreshadowing a quest/arc where she's taken away and I think this is reasonably likely but I'm also dreading it). I refuse to believe the theories that she's evil, but I do love the theories that she's a reduced/de-powered version of Something/Someone in Teyvat's lore, that would be very fun. I want to give her so many hugs.

All the people I ship romantically with this character

I do not. XD

My non-romantic OTP for this character

The Traveler, of course! :> I also love her rivalry with Itto. I love when characters treat her as a separate person from the Traveler and have their own relationships with her.

My unpopular opinion about this character

From what I've seen in the fandom... that I like her at all? XD;;

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

Hoyo stop giving us options to be mean to her. She doesn't deserve it. >:( Appreciating and loving Paimon hours ONLY.

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Major! (I talk/think about them a lot)

Pokemon (games + anime (fixated on jn but never finished it, interested in hz but never started it)). - Hugh x oc. - Silver & Hugh & Gladion are so friends to me. - Hugh

Cookie run (kingdom). - Crunchyvelvet/Velvetchip. - Red Velvet & my hc for his cousins, Black Raisin & Crowberry & Prune Juice. - Red Velvet, Crunchy Chip, Black Sapphire, Latte

Dungeon Meshi (I am insane abt this rn). - Kabru x oc, Laishuro. - Laios’ party. - Kabru

Unicorn overlord. - Alain x Rolf x Aubin x Aramis x Ithilion. - Alain & Lex. - Rolf

Hades game. (I have beaten it !) - Thanzag. - Zagreus & anyone (his silly ahh banter >>>). - Zagreus

Baldur’s gate 3. (I am also insane abt this rn). - Gale x oc/Tav. - The main party members & oc/Tav. - Gale

Minor! (I do post about them, just not as much!)

Octopath traveler 1. - Olberus/Eisenbright, Olberic x Erhardt. - My current party (H’aanit, Therion, Olberic, Cyrus) is so found family to me (two gay dads and their lesbian daughter/gay son. I LOVE THEM). - H’aanit, Therion

Fire emblem three houses. - Felileth/Bylix. - Byleth & Jeralt & Alois & Leonie. - Felix

Dislyte. - Lufal. - Falken

Monster hunter (stories 2). - Alwin x oc. - Alwin & Navirou & Protag. - Alwin, Nargacuga, Legiana

Dragon quest xi. - Luminerik, Henjasp. - Erik

Animal crossing (new horizons). - It feels weird to say I have ac ships but I’m a Bianca x Audie and Freya x Fang truther. - Raymond

Afk journey. - Valen x Merlin/oc ig. - Valen

Cassette beasts. - Eugene x oc. - Eugene

Mythology (specifically Greek, but I like all of them!). - Hear me out . Athena x Artemis - Athena

Cats. generally.

Making silly little bios for things.

Miniatures.

Legos.

Background! (I like these things, just don’t rlly talk abt them!)

Zelda (botw/totk). - Sidlink, Revalink. - Link & Zelda. - Link, Rauru

Stardew valley. - Leah x farmer, Sambastian. - Leah & Abigail. - Leah

Mario. - Bowser, Geno

The owl house (and the shows you would kinda associate with it? amphibia, the ghost and molly mcgee, she-ra, etc). - Goldric/Huntric, Willumity. Luz & Hunter. Luz, Hunter - Sashanne, Sashannarcy. Calamity Trio.

Encanto. - H.Hear me out. Isabela x Elsa (frozen) x Cassandra (tangled the series). - Luisa

Miitopia

Riordanverse (specifically pjo, hoo, and magnus chase) - Percabeth, Fierrochase. - Percy, Annabeth

Grishaverse (specifically soc duology). - Wesper. - The crows.

Sims 4

Omori (got into it from a yt playthrough, never played it myself). - Heromari

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Sonic the hedgehog. - Sonuckles, Blazamy. - Sonic & Tails & Knuckles. - Knuckles

Kingdom hearts. - Soriku. - Sora & Riku & Kairi. - Riku

Disney descendants. - Jaylos, Malvie, Benmalvie. - Core four. - Jay

Star vs the forces of evil - Tomco, Janstarkie. - Tom

Ace attorney. - Wrightworth/Narumitsu

Miraculous. - I actually hate the show (even though I watched the whole thing (it was like so bad I couldn’t tear my eyes from it)) but alas. I do like Lukadrien, Zoegaminette, Feligaminette.

Wings of fire. - Qinter

Warrior cats. - Moon^2. - Bluestar

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[exilynn]

title: 𝕰𝖈𝖍𝖔𝖊𝖘 𝕹𝖔𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖘( Eddie Munson X OC)

˗ˏˋ 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 (x)ˎˊ˗

synopsis:

"They say that the legend of Nocteris echoes only in the hearts destined to meet. But what if this echo is so strong that it transcends time and memory?"

Love never made sense to Eddie Munson.

With a cynical view and a shielded heart, he believed that fate was always against him. Until a girl came into his life, and everything changed.

He rolled a 2 and saw her for the first time, laughing with her friends while he played with his band.

He rolled a 5 and, that night without rules, she gave him a glimpse of something deeper in the night.

He rolled a 7 and showered her with compliments at graduation, and for the first time, he saw her beyond the idealized girl – she had something much deeper.

He rolled a 10 and, while she was going through her own inner struggles, he found himself wanting to protect her, but not knowing how.

He rolled a 12 and, after a night full of laughter and confessions, he realized that she was changing his view of love.

He rolled a 15 and, even when everything seemed confused, their hearts were more connected by the echo of feelings.

And when he rolled a 20, he knew that love was never a game, and that he had won the lottery of love, but had no idea, until it happened. The bat of Love bit your soul, and nothing would be the same again.

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♥ format: longfic; canon divergence, headcanon's

Characters:

♥ pairing: modern eddie munson x fem oc( self insertion but you is quinn)

♥ warning:

Eddie Munson/Original Female Character(s), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Angst, Slow Burn, Sexual Tension, Drug Use, Childhood Trauma, Hurt/Comfort, Sadness/Grief, Childhood Friends, Original Character(s), Bullying, Eddie Munson Needs a Hug, Protective Eddie Munson, Background Hellfire Club (Stranger Things), Basketball Eddie Munson, Explicit Sexual Content, Eddie Munson has a Crush on Quinn Josephine, So many references 80's time, Eddie Munson Has a Sister, Eddie Munson moms Headcanon, Past Jason Carver/Eddie Munson, Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, Antonella Munson, Corroded Coffin Concert (Stranger Things), Minor Eddie Munson/Original Character(s), Adopted Sibling Relationship, Quinn Josephine has a Crush on Eddie Munson, Loss of Virginity, Good Friend Dustin Henderson, A rewrite of Stranger Things for Eddie Non-canon Love Circle, Alternate Universe - No Upside Down (Stranger Things), Protective Parent Jim "Chief" Hopper, Denial of Feelings, Good Friend Eddie Munson, Character Death, Smoking, Eddie Munson Lives, Blow Jobs, Eddie Munson is an ABBA Fan, Eddie Munson is Whipped, Eddie is a simp but just for Quinn, Eddie Munson has Golden Retriever Energy, Eddie Munson Has a Praise Kink, Eddie Munson Has a Daddy Kink, Eddie Munson Has a Breeding Kink, Degradation Kink, Sexual Overstimulation, Eddie Munson is an Rob Zombie Fan

A/N: first i got say, welcome. Second: I know in this fandom people dont like and almost is not looking for fanfic with "OCS", stories like mine aren't popular in this fandom, but i have a porpuse, this fic/au. can be the best love story of eddie and his love role(headcanon). so, please support me, you'll reblog for it can arrive the right persons, that they like OCS!

Good reading🫦♥️

14. True Blue

— Shall we go to the living room, dear? — He asks sweetly, opening the closet to get some blankets.

I smile and accept the invitation like a clueless person. Before that, I try to find Eddie's face between the blankets.

I get up from the bed and offer to help him, aware of the weight of the fabrics compared to mine. He refuses, but I insist, pulling the blankets from his hands. However, being clumsy, I end up falling with the weight of them on top of me.

Eddie struggles to contain his laughter when he sees me lying in front of the bed.

— If I hear a single laugh, you'll hear it from me, Munson! — I barked.

— How cute, your size doesn't stand a chance against the molecules that make blankets heavy! — He says, feeling like a physics genius.

— You think you're tall? Fuck you before I forget!

— Learn to swear, my dear... — He challenges me. — Hold the blankets more carefully, otherwise you'll drop everything before we get to the living room!

I get out of bed, wanting to punch him. Eddie can't stop laughing when he sees me panting from exhaustion.

— Eddie, stop laughing. I'm more of a man than you in many ways! — I exclaim, and he starts laughing even harder.

— We'll sort out this size issue later. You'll get something big later... — He says in an enigmatic tone, and for a moment, I wish I had played dumb!

— Quinn, I was talking about my hand. I can't believe you thought of something dirty! — He widens his eyes, feigning innocence.

— It couldn't have been your hands, you're so clueless!! — I reply, laughing provocatively.

— I think it's cute, my angry girlfriend. Can't I love that? — He asks, looking at me with those doe eyes.

—EDDIE, ARE YOU A MASOCHIST?—He's about to confess that he's Grey from Howling. But the one in the Nine and a Half Weeks version with Mickey Rourke.

— If you let me, I won't be able to hold back, my dear. Sometimes it seems that, besides being hot, you're also cute...

— You want to throw me on the bed and fuck me, do you? — I tease him with dirty thoughts.

He is speechless, swallowing hard. To disguise the erection in his voice, Eddie throws the blankets on the couch.

— Eddie, um... Why so many blankets? Let's build a fort?

I try to understand his intentions, but he remains silent, leaving me tense and full of anxiety.

— Edward... Are you deaf or did you buy a ticket to Mars? — I pout, realizing that I'll probably be talking to myself.

— I want to try something with you... but first you need to trust me and get the sheet, okay?

— Whatever it is, don't talk to me in code because I'm not a bar product.

He gives me the cold shoulder. I agree to everything he wants to do, and Eddie throws a sheet over my head, but not completely.

Is it crazy to think my boyfriend is acting like a five year old?

Without much choice, I put the sheet on. He takes my hand and guides me to the door, where there is a window on the other side of the kitchen.

— I promise you'll have fun like when we were childhood friends! — He assures, pursing his lips.

— Why the hell are we wearing headscarves?

— There's a Halloween party here in the neighborhood, the birthday of the neighbor's niece's daughter, Dorothy. Why don't we dress up as ghosts and scare the kids? — He repeats, almost like a child asking his mother for candy.

— Well, you're a fan of slashers, but isn't this crazy? What if the kids call their parents to hunt us down?

— But you talk like I'm a maniac, I just want to have fun. What's wrong with that? — He understands my idea and smiles happily.

— I thought you didn't like children…

— I don't like spoiled children, but imagine? Scaring them? I want to practice being a father, Quinn!

— I'm claustrophobic with a sheet over my face, Eddie.

— I promise... — he sighs. — Come on, are you really going to deny your Eddie a request like that? — He pouts like a crybaby.

— I'm scared because it's dark outside and there might be thieves, I don't know. 

— So what? I'll keep them out of my girl's way. Besides, the dark can be fun when you're not alone.

— You keep getting the impression that you want to have children. Make hairy babies! — I shoot, laughing.

— Like... industrializing them? That's inhumane, Quinn! — He steps away from me, taking a step back but laughing like a madman.

— Not in that sense, you idiot! I'm talking about planning fur babies with me…

— Ah, a love ritual? I'm one hundred percent up for it. — He smiles obscenely.

After that little direct flirtation, I decide to please him and go along with the childish and crazy game, perhaps it would give us some fun stories in the future.

— Let's scare the children, otherwise I'll lose more brain cells if I keep talking to you, love!

Eddie laughs and gives me a bear hug that nearly crushes me. I pull off the blanket and watch Eddie do the same. I approach the window to watch the movement on the street.

There's activity in the Mountain Park trailer park neighborhood.

As Eddie puts on the sheet and assumes the ghost position, we approach the window. He gives me an appraising look. Together, we imitate ghosts, making classic sounds like "Uhhh Uhh!"

The girls freeze, paralyzed with fear. We shake off the sheets, and the group of dressed children run home as if they were running from a maniac.

We laughed at their panic. I never thought I had so much fun outside of Halloween month.

— Mom, there are ghosts in Howling. I swear there are! — Says a girl, terrified.

We run after them, chasing them like crazy. But there comes a point when we give up on scaring them. Eddie suggests we go back to the trailer. We close the metal door, pull the covers off our heads, and laugh so hard my cheeks hurt.

Eddie says, breathless:

— Now they're going to talk about the Satanist panic. The girl called her mother saying there were ghosts in Howling! — He comments, still laughing.

— Don't make a fuss, it was fun, Eddie. No one is going to put you behind bars and if they try. They'll see me, I swear! — I say protectively.

— How cute. Honey, did you have fun? — Eddie runs his fingers over my cheek.

I nod, smiling.

After a few more laughs, Eddie grabs a blanket and spreads it on the messy couch. I'm curious to know what else he has in mind.

— It's okay, Klung. Since we caught the night breeze and you can't get sick.

— You'd be a great husband, taking care of me like that so I don't catch a cold. Oh, how sweet. And I want to hug you until I suffocate!

He can't help but smile and give me kisses all over my face and neck. And then we switch roles, and I shower him with my over-the-top love squared.

— Mmm... There shouldn't be such an addictive kiss — I murmur, pressing my lips together.

—Really? Hm, I think we invented love. Don't you think, Quinn?

— I don't really know what to say, I'm almost like Shakespeare when I'm in love... — I reveal, and he smiles beautifully.

— Of course, you can be whoever you want. Be yourself, and you'll be at peace, dear. — He stops talking and remains silent, watching me with those puppy dog ​​eyes.

— What, Eddie? — I ask, worried.

— Nothing, it just doesn't seem real. I'm not the same outcast kid from school anymore...

— I don't understand. Is that bad, my beautiful star?

— No, but it's just... I never thought you'd make me mature so soon...

As I gaze at her cherry-colored face, admiring every detail, our eyes meet, creating a hypnotic connection on another galactic level.

Eddie clears his throat, and the unexpected sound makes me jump.

— I need to go to my room, but I'll be right back, darling... — He interrupts the moment of tenderness in which our souls seemed about to merge.

I see Eddie walking away and running towards the bedroom, quickening his pace. While he's gone, I try to find a place for my backpack, ending up leaving it on the couch.

I look around, taking in the details of the small living room. My eyes drift to the corner, especially to the bookshelf, where his collections of CDs and high fantasy books rest, organized alphabetically and by color, like the colors of the rainbow.

Eddie had a box of novels on his shelf, among them soft porn films. Next to them were the classic horror and slasher films.

Not satisfied, driven by curiosity and the urgency to find him, I search the whole house, but there is no sign of him.

Neither in the living room nor in the other rooms. When I give up trying to find him, I approach the shelf where his collection of CDs and vinyl records from the golden era are.

Eddie has diverse tastes and is a true lover of vintage eras.

Curious, I go there, open the little door and come across his CD collection. From Judas Priest, Iron Maiden, to a box set of Michael Jackson and The Beatles.

Suddenly, Eddie appears behind me. His hot breath makes me nervous.

— How long have you been spying on me, huh? — I jump in fright when he tries to surprise me.

— I think I just fell in love with your personal bookshelf…

— Do you like my collections?

— Your musical taste is very similar to mine. And worse, you're my mirror, damn it!

— Honey, we're like twin flames. — He winks, and I'm left speechless by his flirting.

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Without saying anything, I walk away and go to the couch, feeling strange with the intensity of the moment. My hands are cold, a wave of nervousness invades me.

— How about something more... physical? — Eddie approaches the couch, placing his hands on the back.

He reads my lips with his eyes, studying every expression on my rosy face. I close my eyes and he presses his lips to mine. But I startle when I feel the collision, almost as if I were in space.

Suddenly, I push him away.

— Damn... what was that? — he asks, sitting next to me with a worried look.

The curly-haired man closes his eyes and leaves one half-open, looking at me sideways, as if he was waiting for an answer about the sudden kiss.

— Don't be tense. — I rub his arms.

Eddie looks at me intently, searching for answers in my eyes, the windows to my soul.

— So you say that my kisses on other lips are not good? — His words have a double meaning, but he sounds melancholic.

— What did you say??— I wasn't surprised. He knew how to make me tremble to the core. The epicenter of my fantasies, he knew the door to enter. Damn the time when I forget the key and he steals it.

He stands back, feeling a little awkward for seeming to force the moment.

— I'm a failure at giving love, at loving you. You're never satisfied. — He punishes himself, making me nervous.

— No, it was never about being enough to give love. You are my greatest love, Eddie. — I look at him seriously.

— My father was right, Quinn. Now I see how weak I am with women and everything I touch crumbles. Like dust…— He says, his face lowered and he squints his eyes, as if he feels angry.

— Your father never knew how to value the family he had. You are not where you came from, you are so worthy of love and acceptance!

I can't hide the anger I feel. Alanfiero should have seen his son grow up with a silver spoon in his mouth as someone to be proud of, and no, he didn't have to see Eddie as someone who was ashamed of his charming yet chaotic nature. But I love this guy and the chaos that surrounds him like a planet orbiting in space.

— My father abandoned me... I was just a child. He knew I wouldn't honor the Munson line. — He almost cries, and I take my hands in his and press them gently. 

— No, my angel. You're Edward Munson. The dream of... women... — I stammer. It's definitely nervousness.

— Are you sure, Quinn? There's still time for you to run away from me, as if I were a Lich. — He scratches his neck, probably in denial.

— I'll swear at you if you ever stoop again, Eddie!

— I wish things in my life hadn't gone so wrong. You were the only thing that went right. And I don't want to lose you to any thoughtless choice...

I never know what to say to someone who is tormented, but I hope to become their point of comfort after Eddie finds himself.

— You are amazing to those who care about you and know who you are. Don't doubt for a second that people love you, Eddie!

— Make me see how you see me, Quinn? Please? — He asks with red eyes and my heart almost goes sick.

I'm silent for a moment and then I say:

— I will, but it will be my way. And that includes punches and kisses. Is that okay? Or do you want to give up?

— Damn, I can never tell you how much I love you. You're beautiful, perfect and mine... — He says passionately, pouring all his love into me.

I feel like a bowl full of candy. It's weird, but it's like being filled with sweet things, when Eddie declares himself to me like a sick man in love.

— About the kiss... I love the way you hold my face. And how you pour love into me. — I admit, a little shy and bold. 

He looks at me, skeptical.

— You're sexy even when it comes to love. I want you to never change, no matter how much they want you to change, don't change. — He demands that I open up to him about every thought, with a serious but very enchanted look.

— I don't intend to. I just want you to not be afraid of being human. Cry as much as you want, as long as I can cry with you... — I assure, running my fingers along his jaw trying to record every tiny feature that the poet burns in a beautiful poem that captivates.

He still wears a droopy, melancholic expression, which makes me reconsider my approach.

— And if my kiss were classified, where would it be?

- I don't know. Argh, oops, defensive? Is this how basketball works? — I ask, not trusting my sports slang skills.

He looks at me, surprised.

— You know, right? Have you ever been involved with an athlete before? — He asks, curious.

— And does it matter, Eddie Munson? — I'm not offended, I'm just being a good actress.

— Did you hook up with someone, like, fall in love before you liked me? — He raises an eyebrow, pretending not to be jealous.

— There have been cases, but it was never real. Because I only have eyes for you. Even though I know you are the perpetrator of the crime: Ghostface's anonymous flirt!

He laughs, tries to contain his laughter, but he can't because his laughter alternates between funny and nervous noises.

— Guilty! Wow... I didn't know how to approach you otherwise! — He defends his behavior.

—I couldn't have suspected, Eddie. You've always loved the movie Scream since you were a kid! — I reply, feigning indignation.

— Okay, blame me. Hmm... Are you happy to spend the night in Munson's trailer? Or do you want to run for the hills? — Eddie rubs his fingers on the back of my neck and leads the way.

— I'm not going to lie, I got excited thinking about sleeping with you and smelling your weed and your Harley scent...

— Do you really exist, Quinn Josephine Klung? — He asks, holding my face like a puppy.

— Hey... How do you feel?

— Excluded from the Munsons, and that's been making me anxious for some time now. And ever since my heart was broken... — He confesses, unsure that I won't take this seriously.

— I can solve this with a punch. Who was it, Eddie? — I ask, with a hint of anger.

— It's not your job to hold my world up when it falls, darling. — He whines, but I slap his arm reprimandingly and make him look at me. 

— The only weight you carry is that of being a badass guitarist who has no idea how amazing you are! — I say, holding his hand on my thigh.

— Ouch, my cheeks... — He mumbles, taking my hands and placing them on his face.

I carefully pull my hands away, not wanting anything to interrupt our more mature interaction with the adults. Since we are both fans of physical contact, which previously seemed like a challenge.

—Holding on to pain is like poisoning yourself, Eddie. — I suggest, trying to help.

He lets out a little laugh, but he knows I'm serious, that my conflicted heart is fine. A past of pain similar to his.

— You will still be loved for the paths that lead you to music. People will cry to take a picture with you. — I assure him, smiling and caressing his hands gently. I can feel him shiver at the touch.

— I don't want this concept of being the king of the world. — He comments, rubbing his hands on my legs.

— Alright, humble people!

— At the end of the day, I just want to do the right thing for me. For both of us. — He kisses my hand, and the warmth of it comforts me.

— I'm not perfect, Eddie.

— But you are, in your own way, and no one can change that. Because if you want to change. The guy can talk to me with my palette stuck up his ass! — He protests, pouting.

— You have no idea who you're loving, you'd run away if you knew I have shadows too…

— Who cares about shadows? We're all monsters at some point, love.

— How awful, Eddie. Am I Godzilla? — I say, a little sentimental but inside I want to laugh until I die.

— Oh, shut up. — Eddie seems to have an epiphany. — Damn, you make me take my clothes off with words.

I look at him, surprised at how emotionally open he is becoming.

— The nakedness of the soul is beautiful, isn't it. Hey, rocker?

— Maybe a little of your love has banished my pain and every damn shadow that comes back strong when I fall. — He admits, smiling.

With Eddie by my side, I know I can face anything negative.

---

Eddie attacks me when I'm off guard. He jumps on top of me, almost knocking me off the couch.

It seems impossible that someone can break another person's sadness, but he does, and I'm amazed every time. And we are a better team by helping to reintegrate each other's worlds. Polishing them like Lego pieces.

— Come on, tickle fight! — Eddie yells, knowing he's putting his life at risk.

— GET AWAY FROM ME, YOU STEAMROLLER! — I shout, but he pretends not to hear, acting like a disobedient child.

— It's not the way you smile. It touches my heart. It's not the way you kiss. It destroys me... — Eddie recites the Beatles, while pressing me against the couch. He stands up and makes me dance with him to the music.

His brief display of affection makes my eyes shine, as if stars were reflected in them. I dance in his arms, like in an old movie, only without the time travel.

Eddie spins me around, but I fall to the ground.

The rocker looks at me worriedly and starts patting and tapping my face to wake me up.

— DAMN... JOSEPHINE?? ARE YOU OKAY?

I regain my senses in seconds.

— I thought I was going to live in a sarcophagus, I saw some dark things. — I say, dizzily, and he steps back, embarrassed.

—I guess... I got a little carried away? — He feels guilty for his rash action.

I start to laugh at his insistence on worrying.

— Hey, this is love... I'm not going to die, calm down? — I call, and he comes back, sitting near my knees on the floor.

— Are you really okay or just pretending?

I nod that I'm “ok”.

— That's great, honey. What a scare, damn, you make me feel so free that I get excited like a child! — He describes how he feels when he's around me.

— You're a lovelorn idiot, but I love you. Because you bring out the best in me and I take care of my worst. — I exclaim, standing up and slowly sitting on the couch.

— Hm, maybe I'm a fool for that mouth, those autumn-colored eyes…

— God, you're so beautiful. Did you know that? — I hold his jaw firmly. And I twirl my finger around it.

— I love you. You make life seem painless. Like breathing is divine, Quinn. — He confesses, looking sincerely into my eyes.

I feel my heart melt with his sincere words. It's amazing how he can make me feel so special with his philosophical phrases.

— You saved my little girl who was sad and excluded, thank you... — I admit, feeling a comforting warmth envelop me.

Our lips meet in a sensual kiss, full of passion. Eddie's hands grip my waist as the kisses intensify. Each movement of ours seems to reach a hellish nirvana. Our bodies intertwine in the thin air, dancing to the sound of the music written on our lips.

No matter how cliché it is, this is how I feel. This is where I should be: in Eddie Munson's arms.

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Followed by kisses, Eddie and I settle into the couch, exchanging intense glances as our hands intertwine.

— Mm... — I try to breathe, still out of breath, swinging my agitated tongue against the roof of my mouth. — You still take my breath away with that damn tongue, Munson.

— I love kissing your lips, making you philosophize in my mouth. — He smiles. — Hm, hey… give me a nickname? — The curiosity in his eyes is evident.

— Peanut? I don't know, hm, Snoopy? — I joke, playing with our hands.

— You're Woodstock, so small, you look like a dwarf sperm.— He says, unable to contain himself, still with a playful tone.

—Wow, do you hate me, love? — I feel offended, and I still have the mood intact of being at your feet.

— Snoopy drives Woodstock crazy, Eddie, so you're the beagle.

After exchanging couple comparisons, we laugh about it, and he starts imitating the beagle, with the same mischievous gestures, making us fall to the floor laughing. He notices my Corroded Coffin sweatshirt in pink letters.

— Now I get it... You're advertising my band. It makes me want to hug you! — He jokes, smiling like a fool.

— I'm a fan. Do you think I'm a squeeze toy, Munson?

— You're my toy, darling. — He says, his face close to mine, watching me melt like ice cream in the sun on Sunday.

Before he could continue with the compliments, I slapped him across the face without thinking much.

— HEY!! — He exclaims, surprised.

I remain silent, not knowing what to say. He looks at me, so I try to ease the situation.

— Oops, I think… I heard my intrusive thoughts! — I try to explain my wrongdoing.

He seems to doubt me, not understanding why I slapped him for no reason.

— Seriously? — He teases, mischievously. — Hm, don't you want to try again? — He challenges me, but I prefer not to go any further.

— Since when are you interested in sadism? Are you crazy?

Eddie looks at me intensely, as if he expects me to fall into his web of love. I feel a scent of boldness take over the room, between us, orbiting.

— I may have punishments for you, dear.

The threatening tone in his words makes me change the subject, but he doesn't let me escape. He draws my attention back like a spider hunting a fly, but with his thoughts rather than physically.

— You didn't answer... Do you want to be punished? — He asks, with a serious, almost magnetic look.

I try to divert my attention, feeling a heat rise in my throat. Eddie has this annoying habit of teasing me, and it makes me furious within seconds. I know there's some truth to this, but I don't want to admit it. 

My eyes reveal what I try to hide, and he notices everything.

He keeps teasing me, making me uncomfortable.

— Do you want to hold back from kissing me or slapping me? — He whispers, in a seductive voice, in my ear.

I snuggle up to him, putting my face in his neck, feeling his intoxicating scent, without any malice, and he gives in.

— Everyone can see it, some can't. Quinn, you're my nirvana. Believe me, I was a corroded coffin — He confesses, caressing my face using the name of the band itself as a reference. 

— How cute, oh...

— See how your fingers almost close together? I love your little hand close to mine. I never want to lose this contact... Stay with me, love me. — says Eddie, intertwining our hands.

— I'm here, aren't I? I'm not going to leave, okay?

Eddie's insecurity reflects the moment when life tore us apart, only to bring us back together, showing that in the end, we were made for each other.

— Sometimes it feels like you're going to run away, Quinn... I'm afraid you'll get tired of me. It was a beautiful fate, wasn't it?

I think about the answer, trying to be kind.

— I'm not going anywhere, okay? You saw all my torments and you didn't leave. You're here, and I love you so much, Munson.

Eddie hugs me, as if my torments were his too, and our pieces fit together almost perfectly.

— My Quinn, you shouldn't be ashamed of feeling things deeply, okay? — He comforts me, hugging me. I can feel his heart racing.

— Traumas are unpleasant things that devour the soul.

— Hey, don't wake me up if it's just a dream? — He says, his eyes shining with emotion and laying his head on my lap. 

— Am I beautiful? In what way?

I don't believe someone like Eddie sees anything special in me. The darkness is still a part of me, but he seems to see beyond that, beyond dragons and dungeons.

— In any context, from behind, from the side, from the front, from behind... From the soul! — He answers boldly, making me laugh.

— I love how you take my pain away, you know... There's a song, a chorus, that reminds me of our moments. — He runs his fingers delicately over my belly.

“Which one, Eddie?” I ask, genuinely curious.

— I've heard every verse. I've cried so many times. Those tears won't fall again. I'm so excited because you're my best friend. So if you ever doubt. Wonder what love is. Just think and remember, darling. Those words whispered in your ear, I said; True love. You're the only one I'm dreaming of, Your heart fits me like a glove. And I'll be true blue, baby, I love you.

— Ah, True Blue... — I get emotional, feeling the depth of the music, and he gently wipes the tears from my face. — Is it about comfort?

— Yes, you are my home. — He kisses my temple. — Now, about dragons and inner demons, I guarantee that mine will make yours run. — He challenges me, with a provocative smile.

— I don't believe there is anyone with more demons than me... — I answer quietly, with doubt.

He lets out a laugh.

— Ah, Quinn, we can fight your dragons with kukris. We're friends, first and foremost. I swear...

— If you run away, I'll kill you! — I say, holding tightly onto his Hellfire shirt. 

— Hey, do you want to see something? — He lifts my hands and I'm confused.

— Obscene? — I ask, trying to understand what he wants to show me, but he shakes his head.

— No, look, some people pass through your life like the seasons... Even if you don't believe it, you leave a mark on someone's life. Like when you compliment someone who has never received a sincere compliment. Or understand them in a way that no one else has ever understood. You have that gift. It was that gift that made me fall in love with you. Intensely...

— God, I'm not a goddess, Munson. — And with that he lifts his head from my lap. 

— It’s weird to say this, but be kind to yourself. You’re also an essay that needs to be written with patience. — He says, clasping our hands together again.

I feel like two planets are colliding: Venus and Mars, who in mythology were lovers...

I can only smile, like an idiot.

— Do I have a fever? — He infers, looking at me adoringly, analyzing every part of me with his guitar-calloused fingers.

— You make me dizzy. Eddie Munson, before Quinn Josephine, didn’t know what sunny days were. He lived with hypocritical clouds…

He completes.

— That's maturity, even though you have the soul of a hellish child, I can handle your beatings as long as they end in passionate hugs and kisses. 

— Stop flattering me. — I put my hands in front of my face, but he makes me remove them, patiently. 

— Don't hide from me, I want to see that beautiful face.

 — I've always been yours. We get distracted by trivial things, but we don't look at what orbits us, which is so simple and lovely, damn it.

---

After we spend some time exchanging caresses, Eddie turns to me and takes my hand.

— You don't even know, but so much nonsense went through my head about you being with that idiot Carver or Harrington...

— Were you jealous? — I pinch his cheeks, and he looks at me, angry.

— OK, DID YOU... LOSE? — He bursts into an awkward laugh. — Jealousy is cute, but not the crazy kind that suffocates, for God's sake!

— I don't... — He sighs deeply, moving away a little, stopping near the mossy sofa. — Okay, I was jealous. So jealous, especially when you talked about Harrington and didn't look at me first!

“Come here, jealous Munson.” I pat the couch like he’s a kitten, but when he doesn’t come, I pull him down onto the couch, covering his sullen face with kisses. Eddie can barely breathe, overcome by my affection.

— I wanted you, but I was just the weirdo you would never look at in a romantic, affectionate way...

— Shhh… — I exclaim, irritated, hugging him tightly.

—That idiot Jason almost grabbed you, just like Harrington's little quiff...

— Shut up and kiss me until your tongue thanks you?

The tension between desire and resentment makes me give in, and we begin an intense kiss, but slowly it turns into the kind of kiss that only the two of us know how to give — the one that is ours.

— I burn with you. My bones, everything. — He brings my hand to his heart, asking if I don't see his heart burning.

I can feel your irregular pulse, but I'm speechless. I just want to hear your heartbeat and be able to count it from one to a hundred.

— Do you enjoy excommunicating me from purity, Munson? — I tease, and we continue this back and forth.

— Of course, redhead... you're the very definition of fire in the ass, just like Charmander! — He intertwines his fingers in my red curls.

— Devour me? — I whisper, biting his right earlobe.

— Mmh… — He trails off, looking at my lips and how they move. — If you want, spit those words in my mouth. It'll be divine, Quinn.

I feel like there was more to be said, but appearances always speak louder than words. As in "Enjoy The Silence," words — like violence — break the silence.

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what do you think about undertale ships?

WARNING: THIS IS A LONG LIST OF VARIOUS SHIPS OF BOTH UNDERTALE AND DELTARUNE. SOME SHIPS ARE IMMORAL. (With pictures :D)

Depends on the ship.

When I first was learning about Undertale, I looked up a lot of Undertale Comic Dubs (I knew more about AUs than the actual game for a while), so I was prone to a lot of ship material, notably Frans, Sanscest, and Fontcest. As I matured, I lost interest in most ships, but there are some I think about from time to time.

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I was into Frans for a minute, as there was so many cute comic dubs of it, but stopped caring about it as I eventually starting disliking Sans. I was still a kid at this point. Like 13 or so. While I like Sans as a character now, I still don't go after it as it's immoral and typically feels like a power complex.

(Made by WaiqiuVale)

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I was into Charus for a while, and still am to a degree, but the moral ambiguity of it makes me not really look into it much anymore either. (Is Chara still a kid even if Chara has been dead for ages? Probably. Is Papyrus a kid as well due to his childish manners? Probably not.)

I mainly liked it due to this specific scenario where Papyrus successfully convinced Chara to abort genocide and thought them to be a better person. You can tell I liked this when "Chara is evil" was still the fanon consensus.

(Made by TallestDwarfGremlin)

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I hate Papyton. No real reason, I just think it's a toxic ship and Papyrus deserves better. I also dislike Mettaton as a character. He's funny, but in comparison to everyone else, kinda flat. He's the most 2 dimensional character.

He's a star, he likes being a star and wants to be a bigger star but wasn't always a star. There's minor interesting things, but eh... As I believe Papyrus has an insane amount of depth, I'd want him to be with someone with a lot of depth as well.

(Made by GalacticJoelle)

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Asriel x Chara (Chariel?) feels like step incest. It can be cute, but it's a tough pill to swallow.

(Made by Renrick)

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Speaking of incest, Fontcest is a ship I dislike. I understand the appeal - Papyrus and Sans have really good chemistry, care for eachother, and are funny together... But that's because they're family.

Something that comes to mind about Fontcest tho, there's this one high-quality animation that is genuinely insanely good and emotional that's fontcest. AM I SUPPOSED TO DISLIKE IT OR LIKE IT???

(Made by xXMimykoXx)

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Sanscest exists. It's incest on steroids for the most part. Everything wrong with incest on a practical level is doubled with Sanscest, and I have gotten into heated debates about this. Am I serious about it? Not really, but it's something fun to think about.

(Made by The-Cyan-Wolf)

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Soriel is canon to me. In my AU, Deltarune: Insanity Calls, it's canon. It just makes too much sense. And Toriel appears about 40 (even if she's actually 900+ years or whatever), and Sans appears about in his mid 30s. It's a bit of a gap, but nothing to bad for me. I think it's cute.

Especially the Deltarune version of the ship.

(Made by daisiloou)

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Papyrus x Frisk (Papyrisk?) is arguably canon. I always bring it up in arguments when people are against Frans. I've already discussed how I don't care for Frans, but it's another one of those things I'm not really serious about, but just find it interesting to talk about.

(Made by Mozer)

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On the topic of Papyrus x Frisk, Alphys x Frisk is also arguably canon. Same thing as above, but I dislike it more than Papyrisk as there's no Papyrus, and I enjoy Alphdyne.

(Made by Gaster)

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Speaking of Alphdyne, it ain't an OTP for me, but it's the only undeniably canon ship in Undertale and it's cute.

(Made by Caligmaera)

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I hate Temmie x The Annoying Dog as it's immoral to ship real people and both of those are self inserts.

(Made by Arinna1)

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[Character Here] x Self Insert/OC is something that I've done often since I'm an avid roleplayer. Notably I've done long term Sans x Self Insert and various Papyri x OC roleplays before. They're okay. Nothing to write home about.

(Made by @braindeadskeletons)

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As a bonus, some random Deltarune ships:

Kris X Susie X Noelle (A Poly ship... Kruselle?) is my personal OTP for Deltarune. Susie x Noelle is cute, Kris x Susie is cute, Noelle x Kris is cute, the best way to get around this? They date eachother. I used to have bad trauma over polyamorous relationships due to my own bad experiences with them, so this is actually good progress for me :3

(Made by @pillowbug99) -

Spamvil is basically canon, and I like it as it's canon in the same AU of mine I mentioned before - Insanity Calls - but I like it more in terms of Jevil having a massive, obvious crush on Spamton and Spamton hating Jevil's guts. That dynamic of Spamvil is more interesting to me than Spamvil itself.

(Made by Mipexch)

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Spamton x Alphys (A real ship, I swear. Also Spamhys?) is a cute ship. Not a lot of content about it, but it fits Alphys' personality I feel like (her dating an AI) and it feels like a good match. I'm a sucker for [Nervous Character] x [Smooth Talker], even if Spamton ain't as smooth as he used to be.

(Made by anon artists on 4Chan)

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Spamton x Papyrus (Another real ship, I swear... Spamrus?) is funny. I toy with the idea a lot. It probably wouldn't work, but it's by far an insanely funny crack list. I only know this ship is a thing due to a ex-friend of mine who really liked it.

(Made by Eugenia_yesme)

So yeah, those are my thoughts on Undertale (and some Deltarune) ships!

Before anyone mentions it, yes I know I didn't give Suselle its own tier, but my opinion kinda falls under the Kruselle ship.

I barely scratched the surface. Some honorable ships are Kris x Berdly, Noelle x Berdly, Alphys x Asgore, Gaster x Asgore, Gaster x Grillby, Grillby X Sans, Burgerpants x Nice Cream Guy - you get the point.

Maybe if this gets any interest what-so-ever, I'll do a part 2 where I go over more ships and give my two cents about them.

Let me know if I miscredited any artists or if you know who did the Alphys x Spamton art.

[slenbee]

can i hear some about your ocs? 👀

-vibrates excitedly-

Hello!! Yes!! I'm on mobile browser so this might take a while LOL.

Its 11:35pm est as I start so let's go oooooo.

-My oldest and first oc was a character I made in the 8th grade of middleschool (out of 12 in USA schools). As corny as she was, her name was Angel and she was... a vampire. Yes, very Buffy inspired lol. Your typical blonde haired blue eyed kick ass oc who was also a vampire and demon hunter. I wrote her into a devil may cry 3 fanfic on paper that was 15 pages long. I still have this paper in a plastic tote behind my bed. :') I still rp her with my best friend of 18 years who I met online, Jimmy, but only in name and appearance sense.

She is like a self insert for any Fandom rp as a pokemon trainer, digimon tamer, monster hunter, demon slayer, you get the idea.

-My second oc is ever made and still have a soft spot for is Izekiel. I also made him in the early 2000s, 2008 to be exact! He's a being from the realm of shadows where all creatures start out as like tiny wisps with no sentience or control that consume their own kind to grow stronger and evolve. He eventually grew and developed sentience over thousands of years, able to take and hold a solid form, and even cross into the mortal plane via shadow.

He also sorta looks like a homestuck troll... and that WAS NOT intententional. I've never even read homestuck. xD.

Heres some pictures via his rprepository page:

I've had a lot of other ocs I've made and gotten rid of between 2008 and now I've forgotten about, so it's hard to remember who came next....

-I rp'd my own version of loki both mcu versions and aus, from like... 2016>2022. A lot of rps or fics I've done are on my Ao3!

-I made my own vlad/dracula as well! Visually based off of the dracula from Dracula II: Ascension (one of my favorite movies) with my own backstory.

ill talk about Slendy another time, I don't really rp them lol.

-I have Null (they/them) who I made last year, who is a forest spirit who absorbed the remains of a fallen adventurer and took in their sentience and thus took over the skeletal remains. Roots and vines keeping bones together while their essence inhabitants it. They wear a shaggy cloak and use a walking stick. They also have the demeanor and mannerisms of an elderly grandparent, moving through the mortal realm peddling tea and exotic berries or fruits. In their forest realm they can use magic to return to (think dnd and moving across long distaces with trees) they have a small cottage and some gardens.

They also house honey bees in their rib cage sometimes and other displaced insects or small animals lol.

-I've got Nux (he/him), my 4 foot tall doxie treasure hunter who I based off of my dog Tony. :3 He's got a deep southern voice and is very kind and courteous, especially around women. He wears a treasure hunters hat often and will tip it like a cow boy hat essentially. He's very much a short king (in a good way) with a heart of gold, and is my comfort character because I love my dog so much. ♥

I've got other minor ones I dont rp much as well which can be found here:

Thank you for the ask anon!

Disclaimer below before people come into my asks to start shit.

Yes, there -are- a couple Ai references on some of the newer characters on my character list. But they are just that. -References- for private and personal use. I do not claim them as my own or to have 'made' them. They are reference images until I can get the money to commission artwork from real artists as I -have- done on some characters already like Heroine.

I know and am aware of the environmental impact. How some big ones scraped peoples art. But again, please remember, this was for personal and private use. Me sharing this information with everyone in an ask about my oc blorbos now isn't a reason for anyone to suddenly come throw hate at me for turning my irl dog into the furry equivilent of a 4 foot treasure hunter.

If i used someone else's furry art as a reference, I'd get hate.

If I use ai as a reference, I'd get hate.

Its a lose lose either way, at least from how I see it.

Just.. please don't hate. It's now 12:25am and I'm tired lol.