#OC drabble

[handsome-strangers]

Y/N meets a handsome stranger on an airplane.

Warnings: Yandere, Non-consensual Touching, Intimidation, Bribery, Groping In Public, Almost getting caught, Short Drabble, Non-gendered Y/N

This content is intended for readers 18+

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The airplane cabin hummed with the quiet murmur of passengers settling in for the long flight. Y/N sat by the window, engrossed in their phone. They didn't notice the tall, handsome stranger who took the seat besides them. The man shifted in his tailored suit as he settled in.

As the plane taxied down the runway, Y/N's eyelids grew heavy, and they drifted off to peaceful slumber. The stranger's large hand extended out, crossing over the divide of the row's armrest. His fingers came into contact with Y/N's leg, softly rubbing the thin fabric of their pants and feeling the softness of their thigh. His touch was long, relaxed, experienced. It traveled upward, inching closer to the apex of their legs.

Suddenly, Y/N woke with a quiet start. Their eyes widening as they realized what was happening.

"W-wha?? Why are y-you. S-stop," they whispered, their voice barely audible. Their clammy, desperate hands tried to lift the man's strong hand. The stranger only clamped down harder, his grip unyielding.

"Relax," he murmured, his voice low and smooth. "Don't make a scene."

Y/N's heart pounded in their chest as they tried to signal over to a stewardess for help. They found one of their hands now caught in the same tight grip. The stranger quickly forced a hundred-dollar bill into their hand. Y/N looked up in confusion, watching the soft, yet piercing gaze of the stranger.

"Take it," he said, his voice firm. "It's yours."

Y/N tried to push the money away, but the man only gripped their hand tighter, his fingers digging into their skin and closing their tiny first around the bill.

A stewardess approached, her smile polite and professional. "Is everything alright here?" she asked, her eyes flicking between Y/N and the stranger.

The stranger's other hand snaked over, gripping Y/N's hand and concealing the hundred-dollar bill within it. He squeezed in a show of false comfort.

"My partner would like some water," he said, his voice softly carried a cheery lilt. "And I'll have a glass of scotch, please." Turning back to his side, he pulled out more money and gently pressed a few bills into the stewardess' hand.

"Darling, don't worry about it. I got this." he said turning back to Y/N. His smile never wavered, but his eyes could tell stories. The man gives them a hardened stare that caused them to drop the money once clenched in their shaking hands.

"Go ahead and put your money away," The man's chizzled jaw set, just a fraction. Y/N's eyes filled with tears as they tried to speak.

"U-um p-please, Ma'am-"

"-They're just a nervous flyer," the man butted in. He slowly extended his hand and brushed away a tear from Y/N's cheek. "Aren't you, Sweetheart?"

The stewardess nodded, her smile never faltering, and walked away to prepare their drinks. As the stewardess walked away, the stranger leaned in closer to Y/N, his voice low and smooth.

"There, there, no need for tears, right? I can make all your problems go away." His hand slithered back down to their leg, his grip firm but not painful. The man could feel trembling beneath his touch, and it sent a thrill through him. He pulled out his wallet and slipped out another hundred-dollar bill. Gathering the fallen cash, he then pried open Y/N's hand and folded their fingers around it.

The man then leaned in close. Y/N felt his sharp nose at their temple. His voice came out low, "Keep this, for your trouble. I'm a very wealthy man. I can make your life very comfortable, or very difficult. It's your choice, Sweetheart."

He signaled for the stewardess to hurry with their drinks, his eyes never leaving Y/N's, his large body still caging in theirs. "Now, let's have a nice, quiet flight, shall we? No more tears, no more fuss. Just you and me, enjoying each other's company." His smile was charming, his voice persuasive. He knew they were scared, but he also knew they were trapped. And he intended to keep it that way.

[backseatbabyy]

The Ballad of Annabel Lee, as Haymitch Abernathy Remembers

~ Sunrise On the Reaping SPOILERS ~

Haymitch Abernathy saw his girl sing with an audience once. Although it was just her uncles, himself, and baby Annabel Silver watching, Lenore Dove approached the performance as if she were on stage before the entire district. It’d been a special occasion, Annabel Silver’s birthday. She let Annabel Silver bang a few keys out on the piano, before she herself sat down at the instrument, and with an almost heartbreakingly beautiful voice, sang:

“It was many and many a year ago,

In a kingdom by the sea,

That a maiden there lived whom you may know

By the name of Annabel Lee;

And this maiden she lived with no other thought

Than to love and be loved by me.

Little Annabel Silver, like she recognized her name-song from the womb, had pounded her chubby fists and grinned a gummy grin. By the time Lenore Dove’s started the next verse, green eyes glittering, Annabel Silver had quieted, and watched her cousin with wide, entranced eyes, drinking in the way her fingers danced across the keys.

I was a child and she was a child,

In this kingdom by the sea,

But we loved with a love that was more than love—

I and my Annabel Lee—

With a love that the wingèd seraphs of Heaven

Coveted her and me.”

Haymitch doesn’t hear a Covey naming song again after Lenore Dove dies. Not for a long time. Not until he’s stumbling through the Seam, a three-quarters drunken bottle of white liquor in hand. He can hear low music coming from the little house near the Meadow and the woods. There’s a girl singing, and for a moment he forgets the meadow, and the gumdrop, because he swears he can hear his girl singing in a voice as soft and low as moonlight filtering through the tall grass. He doesn’t dare encroach on the yard from which the sound spills out. He watches from the banks of shrubbery that surround it as a girl with dark hair plucks at a guitar. He can see her toe tapping time to the music, her voice low and haunting despite her grin.

“And this was the reason that, long ago,

In this kingdom by the sea,

A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling

My beautiful Annabel Lee;

So that her highborn kinsmen came

And bore her away from me,

To shut her up in a sepulchre

In this kingdom by the sea.”

When she sings the next lines, Lenore Dove rises so fully in his mind he chokes on her presence, the half-swallowed rotgut dribbling from the side of his mouth.

“The angels, not half so happy in Heaven,

Went envying her and me—

Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know,

In this kingdom by the sea)

That the wind came out of the cloud by night,

Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.”

He can remember the next verse before she sings it, mumbling along off-time and key in his drunken state. Haymitch takes a swig from the bottle, and sinks down onto the yellowed grass.

“But our love it was stronger by far than the love

Of those who were older than we—

Of many far wiser than we—

And neither the angels in Heaven above

Nor the demons down under the sea

Can ever dissever my soul from the soul

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;”

The bottle nearly empty, Haymitch’s eyes see a boy with the fair hair and light skin of the Townies watching the girl with unadulterated rapture. He’s sitting cross-legged at her feet, looking up at her. Annabel Silver, for it is little Annabel Silver who’s singing, has her eyes on him and a smile playing at her lips. Haymitch tumbles forward, the last drops of white liquor watering the ground. He’s only dimly aware of Annabel Silver still singing her name-song in the yard.

“For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side

Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride,

In her sepulchre there by the sea—

In her tomb by the sounding sea.”

When he wakes in the morning, his mouth tastes of day-old liquor and dirt, but a grey blanket shields his body from the dew, and a pillow softens the ground beneath his head. He cranes his neck and he can almost see a girl with dark hair streaming behind her speeding down the knoll back to the house, empty bottle in hand.

[t-the-ring-master]

Know what ya’ll, its Mermay, I’ve done nothing for it due to not having the energy… so here’s an OC drabble on one of my OC’s ya’ll have never heard of, EVERYONE! MEET AARON!

Hang on, gotta start this thing right.

Oh, and I imagine reader to be female but I never mention it. And it’s kinda platonic anyways so safe for anyone to read honestly.

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Oc Drabble! Mermay addition!

Requests: closed

Asks: open

Tag list: none

Tw: cannibalism, mentions of eating people and other merfolk/humans. Bro is a trader lol. He talks about eating other creatures a lot. He likes to lore drop like crazy and over share… me too Aaron, me too. There is a human mentioned to be drowning but bro lived. I’m my own beta reader right now, bear with me please. He’s normally way more aggressive but I wanted him to be a bit more toned down since this interaction takes place a few months after you meet.

Aaron is a very large transparent fish type creature so erm… yeah he creepy. I’ve been into subnautica again so I guess you can count him as an alien fish thing? I’m gonna make this an x reader because I can. This will take place on an alien planet, although originally he used to just be a deepsea merman. Enjoy! If you have any questions or ideas for him, my asks are open! He will also become a requestable OC soon too!

I don’t know how to accurately describe his size within the story, so for reference, he is about as large as young adult male humpback whale. Bro big.

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Your crew and yourself had set off on a voyage around six years ago now. Your mission unclear, as well as if or when you’d ever return to earth.

Although, it seems the answer is now going to be never with the situation you’ve found yourself in. Your crew, your ship, and most supplies are now all gone. Now stuck on an ocean like planet with just little material left to work with. Although, there has been one “helpful” face in this.

An odd, and very large alien like creature that refers to himself as Aaron.

He is huge, completely see through, reminding you of the type of fish that cause nightmares, having an anglers lure resting on his forehead, fins residing on his ears, neck, leading down his spine and some smaller ones on his more human like arms.

His sharp teeth although similar to his body were more bone like, although thin and razor sharp, and sitting within two rows. His hair… wasn’t exactly hair either, it instead reminded you of a jellyfish or the type of organisms that created one larger one, giving him long and oddly iridescent hair, constantly draping his form.

Due to him being basically see through, he seemed scrawny at a distance, but in reality he was incredibly strong, and he liked to show it off.

You had met him when you had first set out into open water in a spare dingy you had found in the escape pod. Running into a group of more hostile aquatic creatures, more animal like. You assumed you were done for until you felt something ripple the boat underneath and watched as the pod vanished deeper into the water one by one. After about a half hour of it, that’s when he appeared picking his teeth with his long claws like he just finished a large plate at a buffet.

“My my, I haven’t eaten that well in months! Gulpers aren’t my first choice of meal usually but beggars can’t be choosers… Now, let’s see what we have here. A client, or food.”

The beast said, lowering himself to get a good look at the dingy with just you on board, scared out of your mind that you were going to be his next meal.

“Oh! A human! And a living one at that, last one I saw was already picked off by snatchers!.

I suppose it’s rude to you if I don’t properly introduce myself. You can call me Aaron, a more human name I was given years ago from another human. I am your local ‘lethal class’ creature, but I have also been called a merman, or merfolk by some. Apparently it’s the closest you can get to describe what I am to you people.”

Aaron said, lowering himself down deeper into the water, now only being just above his waist out the water.

“You must have some questions, so I’ll make this quick. No I don’t sing and lure sailors to drown, I’m not from your world. I speak your language because I was taught, you aren’t the only human who has washed up on this forsaken planet.

I was named Aaron by some little kid way back when, don’t remember her much but she was with another alien some years back for supplies. (hehe, story lore. He is loosely connected to baby on board) I’m a trader or a seller of sorts, I give supplies for trade or payment.”

The introduction to your ‘friend’ was definitely a strange one, that is for sure.

He made it clear he wasn’t too much of a threat within that conversation, but it didn’t hide the off handed comments and hints he wasn’t against eating humans… or his own kind later down the line during your first meeting. Apparently he was very much the type to eat humans or even other more sentient beings should they annoy him or no longer become of interest… which is probably why you now trade with him often, like you were right now.

“Are you sure you don’t have anything like this Aaron?”

“I’m sure pipsqueak. I’ve even been around the wreak and I haven’t found anything like what’s on the little drawing you are showing me. My best guess is that Gupper swallowed or ate whatever part you are looking for near that wreckage ages ago.

If it fits in their mouth it’s gone. I’d go deeper but with it being pairing season, creatures are far more territorial and even I won’t mess with a creature starting their nests or protecting their new young.

I’ll look through more pod wreaks if I find any, but there’s no guarantee. I’m too big to fit in the more cramped areas, so I can’t exactly search any that landed in shallows.”

Aaron explained, leaning on a small piece of a moving island.

Shockingly, he was always honest with his product and would even try and look for things for you. Offering to explore depths you wouldn’t dare to, or sometimes offering to simply retrieve things for free if they weren’t too out of the way.

“No, Aaron, that’s alright. I’m sure I can find the parts I need to make one. I’m just really sick of having to filter water a little bit at a time…”

“Hey, I actually have a question. How come I haven’t seen any other creatures like you around? I’ve been meaning to ask, but I just didn’t want to bring it up in case…”

You ask, genuinely interested. You had been stranded on planet for a while now, at least roughly four months. The closest thing you had encountered to him was simply a sound he -albeit, higher pitched- makes when he was distressed before hearing an abrupt stop to it.

“It was a sore spot? Not in the slightest!” He exclaimed almost happily.

“It’s simple really, we have our own territory. We aren’t pod creatures normally unless it’s our mates and young. And even then, young sometimes leave and don’t return to their parents to establish their own territory.

Any of my kind wouldn’t be near by because most this area aside from past the deep depths are all my territory. If you see any, it won’t be for long since I’ll have chased them off or made an easy meal out of em. I’m the largest of my kind from my most recent knowledge, so they are easy pickings.

I also don’t have a cave system here, which means it wouldn’t be safe to have a pod, or young anyways.”

“Ohhh, that makes sense… the fact you speak so easily about eating your own kind is concerning.”

Aaron simply laughed, lowering his head onto his fist. Due to the weather changing into the colder months, his translucent skin had started to become more purple, and his heartbeat slower.(which was strange, because you could actively see his heart.) it seemed he was more tired than usual.

His top fin, which resided in the middle of his head flopped over to his left side as he tilt his head so his glowing pupils could look even deeper into your soul.

“That’s just our life cycle. In fact, it isn’t uncommon for siblings to even fight over their parents own territory should they not be close. Sometimes we make bonds and we never attack our own pod mates, but should they become a threat to us, it’s kill or be killed.

Honestly, the only time I know I won’t be attacked, even if I’m the strongest within the area is if I enter my parent’s territory. They don’t tend to attack their own young.

My kind also don’t often go after the smaller subspecies of our kind either, we don’t see them as worth while meals usually. In fact, we sometimes form a type of companionship. Us larger kinds offer protection, the smaller offer assistance with caring for young, catching or luring meals, and in rare occasions are simply companions.” Aaron explained, going on one of his more usual rants.

“It’s probably the same reason we rarely eat the humans that sometimes crash here actually. You are similar sizes and build to our subspecies. I actually mistook the first human I met as one of them!

I was a juvenile and my parents had one of their own, so I grabbed it and brought it with me all the way to the cove… of course, it was a human so he obviously couldn’t be underwater. I thought I man handled the poor thing too much because it was struggling so hard to break surface!

It ended up being our little subspecies that grabbed him and pulled him up for air. That’s how we learned what a human was and even eventually learned English. He lived on top the cove for some years before dying.”

Aaron spoke before sighing. His ‘brow’ quirked at the memory, his mouth in a pressed line before shrugging and diving back into the water.

For a moment, you thought he left, only to be proven wrong when he popped up behind you, his shoulders being the lowest point of him to recede out the water now.

“Apologies, was drying out. Now where was I? Oh yes.

He was a type of researcher. Much too old by the time I found him to swim on his own for long. And also much too old to live long. He was an interesting fellow.

Anyways, he is why I was able to recognize humans. Also the reason I know what I can get from them in return for my help.

Speaking of help, I’ll keep looking for your little metal scrap you need, but I make no guarantees. Until then, keep your payment, I’m anything except unfair. Until next time human.”

And with that, he was gone… as were you. Because he used his tail to flick you back to your escape pod that was stationed in the shallow. Man you hate when he does that. It’s a trade, not a log ride Aaron!

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Oh my gosh I wrote something! It sucks because I wrote it in like 30 minutes but I finally finished something! Hopefully this makes up a little for my lack of writing 🥲😅.

As I said, asks open! Especially for mermay! If you guys have any Drabble ideas for Aaron, go ahead and send an ask!

[neon-pink-witch]

Working on my stuff with Seven again because I think I finally might have the balls to post it?

So her first meeting with V, V has a Relic malfunction and Seven is able to redirect it into herself. But before that point she's basically beating against V personal ICE trying to get in and see what exactly is wrong. Johnny is preventing this because why the fuck should he trust Seven?

This is a pretty important scene and it sets the tone for Seven as a character and for her and V's relationship. But I'm interrupted by this mental image of Johnny and Seven separated by a chain fence with Seven screaming "Let me in motherfucker the house is on fire!" while Johnny just flips her off and says "No bitch I don't fucking know you, I don't open the door for strangers"

[robotcorsair]

By its cover - part 1

"Shouldn't you be more whimsical? You look like a lawyer." 

The fairy squinted, crow's feet spreading around his eyes. "Shouldn't you be less whimsical? You look like you sell candles at the farmer's market."

The vampire laughed brightly. "How'd ya guess?"

"Wait, really?"

"Nah, can't be in the sun, would make it difficult." The vampire winked. "I teach midnight yoga classes."

The fairy pinched the bridge of his nose, dislodging his glasses. "Are you fucking with me right now?"

The vampire smiled. "No, sir! Shall we get on with this meeting? By the way, what's your name?"

The fairy sighed.

[witchy-shortcake]

That one Jade drabble i promised i would write.

TW⚠️: This story contains mentions of drinking and substance abuse, if you find those themes triggering i advice you to Skip this.

I really hope you all enjoy my first attempt at a semi-decent whump drabble.

Jade came stumbling into the apartment. She didn't even bother to take off her boots, which were leaving muddy footprints everywhere.

Slumping against the wall, she managed to reach the couch and crah face first into the cushioned surface, letting out a small muffled sound.

She sat Up as best as she could, wincing in pain, and started undressing, tossing her blood-stained clothes aside, leaving on only her bra and panties. There's were still a couple hours before she had to pick up Sunny from school so she could clean It all Up later.

She examined the bullet wounds on her leg and forearm, she was sure she could dig the bullets out of there herself, she wasn't a newbie anymore, but, still, she would need a little... Numbing if she wanted It to work.

She crawled towards one of the drawers she always kept locked so her sister wouldn't try to play with it's contents, leaving a bloody trail on the floor, and took out some pills, gauze and a bottle of cheap liquor. Those would probably do the trick.

She stumbled back to the couch with the little strenght she had left and downed the pills in one go, followed by a big gulp of absolutely disgusting alcohol that tasted like rusty nails. She then closed her eyes and waited for the pain to subside, taking another hit from the alcohol bottle every time she felt the burning pain of her wounds, which were seemingly already starting to get infected.

Jade finaly started feeling the effects of the drugs coursing through her system. She bit into the shirt she had casted aside before to try and avoid screaming and started digging her fingers into one of the wounds. The pain made her see black spots but the alcohol and The pills were numbing the sensations down to some degree, and she sure was thankful for that.

She managged to dig out both of the bullets and poorly wrap both the open wounds in gauze. She got Up from the couch, skinny legs trembling with the effort to walk to the bathroom to clean herself without putting too much weight in the injured leg. When she got there she turned the water on to draw herself a cold bath and disposed of her underwear. She took the rest of the pills out of their bag and swallowed them before going into the bathtub.

She slipped into the bathtub, letting out a sigh of relief as the freezing water made Contact with her sweat-soaked skin, her wounds stung like hell but It wouldn't last long, the drugs were already starting to take effect and She could feel It, she only had to wait a couple of minutes more.

Before she knew It, Jade was barely conscious, her head kept above water but not for long. She felt hot and nauseous and her head felt like It was stuffed with cotton. She could no longer tell when or where she was anymore.

If she could have looked at herself from outside of her body, Jade would have though It was ironic, She looked almost like he did, when she found him in his apartment almost three months ago, feverish, high out of his mind and injured beyond repair, marinating in a mixture of old bathwater and his own blood for god knows how long, but, somehow, still Alive and kicking. But, if she didn't manage to get Up before the bathtub overflowed and her head ended Up under water Jade would not have the same luck.

She woke Up again almost an hour later. The water had thankfully stopped running, and The one that she was bathing in was a brownish red, from her Blood and all the dirt that she had come home covered in. She crawled out of the tub, leaving behind the drenched and bloody bandages and managed to take a few steps before she fell to her knees, overcome by pain and overwhelming nausea. She held back her hair as best as she could, even though It was damp and plastered to her face, and started spewing out all the contents of her stomach into the toilet bowl. She had barely eaten anything for the past few days, but still, she felt like her body was purging out all her sins, along with what seemed like an endless flow of watery vomit.

When her stomach finaly stopped convulsing she fell to the ground, too exhausted to even cry in pain when her head hit the cold floor, falling into a far from blissful sleep.

[burning-blossomss]

Now that Carla was sixteen and had her learner's permit, she needed a car.

The junkyard had a ton of cars in it, most so broken down to shit and rusted that they would never run again, except for an old '64 Ford Galaxie, it was also a shitkicker of a car but it least it would run.

And when she saw it, it was love at first sight.

After two weeks of begging her father and then having to convince the owner of the junkyard to sell it for next to nothing, it was now sitting in the garage of her father's shop. It had a leaking transmission, low fuel, the engine was leaking oil and there were probably more problems to be found but Carla, stubborn as ever, was going to fix it up.

At least now she knows what she's going to do this summer.

[ask-mosquito]

((mosquito doesn’t have a bunk. he has a mess of sheets and a collection of his most important belongings on top of a mattress. except, you learn quick to not form emotional connections to anything, including objects, when you move around as much as mosquito does. so it’s really a quite pathetic excuse of a nest with barely anything in it; could confuse it for a pigeon’s rather than a falcon’s))

((and then he slowly learns to befriend people on base, finds new people he doesn’t distance himself from for once. his nest grows with each friendship he makes until it’s overflowing with items gifted to him))

[kasarian]

Blue Trail

An oc concept piece that I really wanted to draw but god fucking knows I can't at the moment. So have a shitty but earnest and from the heart ficlet/drabble.

Synopsis (???):

Akku and Hiraya are alone on the beach at sunset while the others are busy. They decide to relieve their childhood days by playing around in the shallows (read: Akku starts up a splash war with his boyfriend unawares). Hiraya discovers something new that Akku has kept a little secret over a bit. Hiraya's reaction isn't something that Akku anticipates and dies of being flustered.

For more context before reading: Akku is at the height of his powers being in the ocean and being very happy. Hiraya is smitten. Their height difference is also something notable; say Akku's head is in line with Hiraya's mouth.

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"We could have this whole place to ourselves! Hir—uh...?" Akku blinks rapidly as he's met face to face with Hiraya's bare chest. He peeks up only with his eyes as he gasps quietly when he feels Hiraya's cold hands barely touch the surface of his own. Akku blinks again and decides that his boyfriend's chest was more interesting, staring as droplets of accumulated sea water roll down from the hair at back of his neck, down to his clavicles, and Akku feels his face heat up as it goes down between Hiraya's pecs.

"Amazing..." Akku gasps, fuck he whimpers, as he feels Hira's breath tickle his fluffy ears, and his touch on the back of his hands draw circular patterns, slowly sweeping uneven, feather-light touches up to his forearms. All he could focus on was how the sea had made Hiraya's dress shirt near transparent, eyes darting over the barely covered skin and scales.

"Look at you... You never cease to amaze me..."

Akku wasn't aware that his breathing had gotten faster, and his heartbeat more erratic, as his whole body shudders at his beloved's praise, ugh, his tail was swishing, he could feel the wet fur painting his back with salt water, biting his lips and squeezing his eyes as Hiraya's breathy chuckles and teasing fingers trail to the tops of his shoulders, to the sides of his neck.

The waves were coming in stronger, but neither men could hear it crash along the shore.

Akku was suddenly forced to look up at Hiraya— when had he closed his eyes?—the suddenness his ocean cooled hands on the heated skin of his cheeks, thumbs caressing the skin below his eyes and—

Oh. Oh, he was glowing. Flashes of blue burst from his skin each time Hiraya's own electric touch made contact.

Akku felt his spine straighten, then heard himself whine— stars above, how pathetic— and was promptly shut up by an insistent kiss on the lips.

It was instinct, the way he'd wrapped his arms around the shoulders of his boyfriend so easily despite their height difference.

A muffled sounds of his pathetic, almost giddy whining and Hiraya's low rumbles and giggles were quieted by the sound of the ocean they had decided to ignore long ago.

Hiraya broke the kiss first, instead opting to rest his forehead on Akku's, both of them panting. Hiraya lovingly gazed at his boyfriend, eyes still squeezed shut. He chuckled, "Sorry. Did I overdo it?"

Akku didn't trust his voice, so he nodded, but contradictingly nuzzled into Hira's clavicle, one arm instead hugging his waist as the other snuck its way open palmed on Hiraya's pectoral. Hiraya couldn't help but grin at Akku's state of complete and total mortification.

[kenzuzus]

ice cream

uhh. hi. first writing post. i don’t typically write or post here (changing that now apparently) and stuff. writing consisting of my ocs cho and her dad.

shared universe (sweet dango) with my friend, @idiotarts

word count: 1.2k

implied murder, comfort

the metal of the blade clattered against the floor, followed by a shriek and shuffling of clothes. soon after, incoherent murmurs as she covered her mouth with tears welling in her eyes. the sight of blood and a human body was nothing new to her, but the thought that she caused it is what shook her to her core. her face was wet, though she couldn’t tell if it was from the blood or her tears. it was hard for her to see, her vision was blurred but that was the least of her worries. the echo of thoughts consumed her mind as they raced through at speeds where she could barely register what they were saying to her.

her father glared down at her, disdain in his eyes and a scrunched nose. his voice was heavy and commanding; cold and domineering, “pick up the knife.”

yet there was no response. not even a single movement from her. it was if she was a living statue, with the muffled cries and whimpers of someone desperate for their curse to be lifted. to be free. his gaze softened, observing his daughter’s condition. he gently rested his hand on her shoulder, quickly garnering her attention as she snapped her gaze towards him in an instant. fear in her eyes as she looked her father up and down. what was going to happen, was he going to hurt her for her reaction?

much to her surprise, his once cold and stern voice was replaced by a warm and comforting one, “are ok, my butterfly?”

all she could manage was a meek nod and a sniffle as she watched him kneel down to meet her eyes. he lifted his hand from her shoulder and carefully pulled her hands off her mouth before pulling her into a partial hug. she squirmed in his hold before eventually settling and wrapping her arms around him, softly wailing. her voice low and broken up by her sobs, “f-father, i want to go home—”

“shhh shh,” he hushed, holding her tightly as he picked up the knife, “i know, i know. let’s get you home and into bed, darling.”

she nodded and held onto him tightly, refusing to let go; she’d rather be carried home. and he obliged, albeit reluctantly. he struggled lifting her off the ground, considering her age. it’s not like she was a toddler anymore. despite the excess blood still prevalent on the blade, he sheathed it to give himself another hand to steady her weight on top of his and gently patting her back as she cried into his shoulder. he calmed her turbulent mind with a lullaby that he hummed; one that her mother used to sing to her when she was younger. her sobs slowly descended to stifled sniffles, nuzzling into the neck of her father for further consolation.

“…can we get ice cream?” she absentmindedly muttered, clasping tightly on his jacket. a sweet treat sounded incredibly nice at the moment.

he let out a heavy sigh, but playfully ruffled her hair. looks like he’ll have to find a parlor that’s open at this hour for her now, huh? “of course, let’s get you home and cleaned up first.”

the walk home was mostly silent, aside from the occasional sniffle from cho. she kept slipping in and out of consciousness as she fought her body’s desire for sleep, quietly asking how much longer it’ll take. he rubbed her back, cooing how they’re almost home and that she’ll have to shower when they get home. she tiredly nodded, doing her best to keep her eyes open; how late was it? she wasn’t that sure. maybe it wasn’t too late, but her exhaustion was eating her whole.

she must’ve dozed off because not a moment later, she was gently nudged by him and set on the ground. he ushered her to her bathroom, which she reluctantly went to after a moment of lingering around him. she gathered the clothes she was going to get changed into, and quietly entered her bathroom. her reflection stared back at her, though it was someone she struggled to recognize. their eyes were red and puffy, an expression showing their distress on their face. it was stained with dry blood, a light brown. her face contorted to show disgust and their’s followed suit. she shook her head and drew her gaze away from the glass; she has to stop dawdling and get cleaned up or else she wouldn’t get any ice cream!

stepping out of the shower and changing into fresh clothes, she once again looked in the mirror. now that was someone she recognized! she gave a little smile and her reflection did the same, which only made hers grow. holding her dirtied clothes, she skipped out of the bathroom and presented them to her father, who was waiting in the living room.

“uhm.. what do i do with-” she cut herself off, pausing. her smile fell.

noriaki stood up from the couch and gently took the clothes from her hands, shaking his head. he sounded a bit bemused, “let’s put this in the laundry room, for now. i’ll show you what to do later after school, okay?”

she nodded eagerly, swaying on her feet as she watched her father swiftly go in and out of the aforementioned room. her smile picked up once she saw him again and she started the bounce on her feet. the excitement prevalent in her voice, “sooo, ice cream time?”

“yes, hon, ice cream time,” he lightly chuckled as he ruffled her hair.

she grinned, happily bouncing around him before grabbing his hand and eagerly pulling him out. “let’s go, let’s go, let’s go!~”

“okay, okay-” he chuckled again, falling whim to his beloved daughter’s excitement for a sweet treat. she has really earned this one for what she’s done tonight. he let himself be dragged by her out the door before she stopped and turned to face him.

she held her hands out to him, making a grabbing motion. “piggyback ride!”

“piggyback ride-?” he echoed before shaking his head and offering it to her. “the things i do for you, spoiled runt.”

she only giggled in response as she latched onto him, resting her head on his shoulder. he carefully readjusted her weight to get a better hold, quietly sighing as he looked over at her. well, no time to waste now; let’s go get her what he promised her. there weren’t any parlors open, not at this time, but there would be convenience stores that would be open at the dead of night.

during the journey to the store, cho hummed the tune that he did to her earlier; her mind thinking on what kind of ice cream she’ll get. maybe peach… no, mango! no no, butter pecan! that one sounds really good, and she really couldn’t wait any longer the more she thought on it. her mouth was practically watering with anticipation. she excitedly told her dad what she wanted before continuing to hum.

by the time they made it to the store, she had fallen asleep on his shoulder. he got the ice cream flavored she wanted and made the purchase before leaving the store. not wanting to disturb her further, he walked back home with the treat in hand. when they made it back once again, the first thing he did was store her ice cream tucked away in the freezer before settling her into bed. as he pulled the blanket over her body, he kissed her forehead.

“sleep well, cho.”

[backseatbabyy]

Before

It’s a few hours after the Reaping, and Nolan Mellark’s snuck out of his house. It’s dark out, but the summer heat lingers even after the sun’s set. By the time he reaches the grassy meadow, sweat’s dripping down the back of his neck. He cranes his neck, searching for the familiar dark head of hair. He spots her before long, lying on her back in the center of the grass. Her ever-present guitar rests on her stomach, and he can hear the faint notes she’s coaxing from the instrument. He hurries over to her, and when she notices him, she pushes the guitar to the side and wastes little time pulling his lips to hers.

“I was scared,” She murmurs when they pull apart. “Seemed almost too good to be true you’d make it.”

There’s little he can say, his own relief had nearly choked him, only beaten by the guilt over his selfish elation. “I was, too. But it’s done. Over—nearly.”

Annabel Silver nods, and with the movement he can smell the perfume of the wildflowers she braids into her hair intermingling with the smoky musk lingering from the time spent packed into the square, with the sun beating down on them. “I’ve only got six. And-”

“Annabel Silver,” He slipped off the leather cord around his neck. On it a silver ring, all but worn smooth from age, flashes in the twilight. “Was my Ma’s. I want you to have it, ‘til I can get you a proper one, gold—how you like,” Nolan held it out to her. She took it.

“Nolan, this is-”

“It was her wedding ring. Like I said, ‘s yours. I wanna marry you, Annabel Silver.”

“I want to marry you, Nolan.” She smiled, glowing like a firefly. “Let’s get married. After next year.”

“July 5th?”

She laughed, and looped the cord around her neck.

[no-future-mudwasps]

Local_Storage_Only: "The Patience Dream-- One"

[recall: Operation Eagles of Leda]

In the dream? there was needed a careful plan.

An agrarian sector on Caelis (small lunar colony in the Annapurnas) was occupied by local separatists, armed by conservative interests and spurred on by decades-long cultural splits on-world. The conflict had for a while gone in the way of "noble" wars, but suddenly flared from sensible battle-lines and open engagements into a hostage doctrine-- military installations were being set up near civilians, promising ruin if artillery tried to liberate the sector. The standing military would have to re-order its forces for house-to-house skirmish, something they were not, as a rule, experienced in. The blow to crack the occupation's hammerlock hold would need to come from within.

Thankfully, the infrastructure of the area relied on large-bore stills for irrigation. That meant everything for the Mud Wasps' contract.

[you? hated the rain that day. it was bad even for the weatherproofing. a million fingers squirming into the skin, through it, soaking the bones and steaming in lungs.]

Square Head's mech crouched flat to the sodden earth; WITHIN THIS HOME ONE HUNDRED KNIVES always looked splayed out and treefrog-like at the best of times, but now with its acoustic sensors deployed it looked something like a puddle of mining equpiment, or some deep-sea creature made of blankets and spines and many needle teeth. "I'm getting... ugh, okay. Yes. Yes, there we go. I should be able to get a stable bore in here for you two. Get to scouting, comms up when the infil's ready. Try not to bring us through inside the aquifers, please?"

"Gonna get you wet." Threadline sounded just like the little shit she was on deployment, voice sharp and creeping like an eager child. Always got three or four times as bold, times like these, as anywhen else. Its mech's head, or what passed for it, whirled like a spindle-- a creeping of space-time, aggregates of the immer into silk, into strange crystal about a skein. "Gonna have POLYDNA punch a hole in the universe just to moisten your shoes."

"Please don't?"

"Gonna."

"That's what you get when you don't go with the advance team!" This voice came from right in the cockpit with him, unfiltered by comms. "Soggy boots for all three of you."

[there he was. always managed to look forwards to the descent, no matter how boring, how miserable. you? felt like the tunnels were home, too, because when he was there.]

"Get that chatter out of your system now, you two. I'm gonna start excavating." The line immediately filled with annoying, mic-peaking nothingspeak as Square began digging, throwing sod and rock spray into the air. Most of it-- speech and dirt-- clanged harmlessly off the massive hexaped sitting nearby. The gnat of a stealth frame perched atop only chimed in when the job was done: a perfunctory "GET IN THE HOLE ALREADY" as the bit stretched into 'tortured' territory.

[had to appreciate Blue for being able to get everyone moving. imagine having to be the one to smother his spark.]

"Don't spend them all in one place." Threadline tossed a few small charges to the ground-- they affixed with a whining sound and a quick spooling of distance-- and leapt down into the hole. A few short steps, a hup of exertion, and down he went as well. Down into

[lunar-disillusionment]

The Blood Stained Knuckles:

[CW: Minor Depictions of Violence and mentions of Energon/Blood]

Eviscerate had finally gotten her sons to sleep, hyperactive gremlins they were; ever since their sparkling years. Eviscerate sighs tiredly as she pulls himself into bed, he lays down after a short moment and just stares up at the ceiling. She sighs once more as she slowly powers off her optics to finally sleep.

When he opens his optics. He finds himself in the pits once more, being cheered at by middle cast and leered at by elites in their precious box seats, away from the bloodshed and rabble rousers. Eviscerate look onward to the crowd not feeling the same way he did many years ago. He felt so tired and bored of it all, the sadistic joy he once had for this blood sport long since faded and all she felt was disgusted for being used so long.

She unfortunately didn’t have time to process her past sins as her opponent appeared before him. He took a breath as he looked up at his larger opponent. He wasted no time and begun his attack, even with one of his legs not being as strong as it used to, he maintained his speed and agility. She swung her fist right into her opponent’s face with all the trained force she could muster, busting her opponent’s jaw and disorienting them. The opponent stumbles back but as it does so more fighters appear in the ring, many of shape and size that she had defeated many centuries ago, all coming back to haunt her for all their energon she had spilt on the arena floor. He was overwhelmed but knew never to show that while fighting, opponents always took advantage of that.

She brutalized them all like clockwork. Torn off the wings of another flightframe, snapped the neck and torn the spark out of a Hauler, bludgeoning many insecticons with her bare fists. The crowds cheered and roared loudly as there was one opponent left standing, a speedster. They were always tricky but they found out much like flightframe as she was one, speedsters got cocky when they presumed they were untouchable due their speed. Eviscerate knew better and waited for the right moment and grabbed the speedster by their face and began to squeeze with practiced strength. Her demeanor immediately shifted when the shadowy look off the speedster slipped away revealing, “Scythe?”.

Eviscerate snapped opened his optics immediately from recharge, breathing heavily as he looked up at the ceiling once more. She hated that dream, nightmare? Didn’t matter which, she hated it. She would never do that to her children. Ever. He laid there a moment longer before drifting back to sleep. Feeling the energon staining his knuckles as he did so.

[robotcorsair]

By its cover - part 2

(part 1)

“Since we’re supposed to be showing goodwill, you can call me Dandelion-,” he stopped when he saw the look on the vampire’s face.

“Really? Now you’re the one who’s fucking with me, dude!” The vampire could barely hide his mirth.

Dandelion pushed his glasses up with a finger. “Flower names are actually common in my culture. I’m named after my great-grand-uncle, who-“

“Cool, my man, but I will not be calling you Dandelion in front of the humans!” The vampire was outright laughing now.

Dandelion held back from erasing him from existence.

“Anyway, I’m calling you Dan!”

Dandelion blinked. “What?”

[necromancer-4-hire]

Mortal Kombat OC banter

(The statue of Lord Shinnok in the main hall has been destroyed under mysterious circumstances.)

Or not so mysterious... Shinnok is pacing back and forth rubbing his face while his wife, Rashid is standing far enough that he can't reach her but not too far to see the red glint in Shinnok's eye.

" I am at a loss for words."

She gulps and hesitantly looks at him. "Does this mean I'm punished for all eternity?"

He breathes out, "It could be but that wouldn't solve anything."

"Just say whatever is on your mind Lord Shinnok..."

He walks closer to her and balls his fists tightly.

"Of all the damned things you destroy IT HAD TO BE THIS!?"

Rashid shivers at Shinnok's anger.

" By the Gods, woman, I'd drive a stake through your heart, but I don't think anything could kill you!"

It's silent in the main hall for several minutes until Shinnok breathes in and sighs.

"Alright, this can be fixed. In the meantime stay out of this room and away from me for at least another hour."

Rashid swallows a sob and bows, "I'm sorry..."

The dark lord shuts his eyes and nods, "You are forgiven; just... go keep yourself busy."

Rashid rises and scurries out of the destroyed room meanwhile Shinnok turns his attention to Quan Chi.

"See to it that this is all repaired, my statue replaced, and... that no one breathes a word about what happened today."

The necromancer smirks at the humorous turn of events. Well humorous to him anyway.

"How do you think this happened?"

Shinnok pulls out a chair and slumps looking at the destruction his wife made.

"I have no idea."