#OC: Chord the Spark

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Rabbidsona/OC: Violetta Reference and Info

I got inspired by the Rabbid OCs on my dash interacting with the latest DLC: Rayman in the Phantom Show and I also wanted to create my own Phantom Show OC to the point where I got inspiration to draw it out. First time drawing a Rabbid, so please forgive me. I have a wip one-shot on the way, but I wanted to flesh her out as I'm writing. Character notes under the cut:

Origins, Sparks, and Abilities

Violetta (She/Her) is a neurodivergent Rabbid who once lived in Paletteville, Palette Prime. She is a combination of a Rabbid and violets, so her hair smells like flowers.

I am not sure whether or not in her past, she could have been involved with Cursa and the Spark Hunters. Still deciding on that.

Regardless, Violetta is cursed similar but different to Woodrow. She could write novels fine and there would be no bad luck. However, when she writes with ultimate passion, especially with anything she is very interested in, she summons monsters. At first, no one put two and two together until one day, a giant Piranha Plant sprouted in town, a short story with plants got published and a few denizens saw Violetta playing with the plant. Ever since then, people called her "The Monster of Paletteville" and banished her.

Violetta ended up on a new planet seemingly undiscovered that she dubbed "Monstervania", a dark forest/jungle planet filled with monsters and inspired by Transylvania. She had to find her own shelter in the wilderness and along the way, met three Spark siblings.

Her Spark friends are (from left to right): Chord (They/Them) who can change and mimic voices, Scale (She/Her) who can shrink or grow others, and Tack (He/Him) who can disguise someone with a nice outfit. Scale is considered the older sister for the other two and the most powerful. They were all lost and hiding from Cursa until Violetta arrived, so the four of them joined together to survive.

Violetta's weapon is a Kusarigama, a chain-sickle with the sickle part being shaped like a treble clef. I'll get to that in a minute.

She has an ability that I'm trying to name. Basically, when it activates, she could make it so that her opponents only see her as a beacon or a siren of sorts. In probable gameplay, the enemies will be focused on her while any of her teammates within range would be as if they were Unseen for two turns.

Violetta is best described as the sweet and adorable woman you don't want to mess with. She falls under the trope of "the cute and nice person who writes/likes dark subjects and can tear your heart apart verbally and emotionally". She's a sociable introvert. At first, she comes out as outgoing and curious, but she tends to be shy and quiet.

When she gets overstimulated, not only does she get the urge to write but that is also when her "curse" comes into play the most. Her fur would bristle and fangs would come out from her mouth. She usually tries hiding away from others and if possible, uses Tack and/or Chord to disguise herself.

Like most Rabbids, her eyes turn red when upset.

How Violetta and Phantom meet; Her role in The Space Opera Network

So Violetta and The Phantom meet in awkward and strange circumstances. Prior to the Banishment, Violetta was an avid fan of Phantom's singing and would listen to his music once in a while. When she came to Monstervania, she only had the clothes on her back, some food packed, a cell phone, and headphones, so at night she would listen to the Phantom's songs with her Sparks.

One night during a Full Moon, Violetta gets inspired and writes a story in her journal with Phantom in mind. The curse activates and (with Scale's ability somehow involved) Phantom is summoned and now 100 feet tall.

Violetta understandably freaks out because A) This has never happened before, B) she accidentally pulled a big-time celebrity to an unknown planet and changed him without knowing, and C) She finds it oddly attractive. So she runs away, unknowingly leaving Scale and the journal behind.

Phantom at this point had recently become the director of The Space Opera Network. One moment, he is in a meeting, and the next, he finds himself as a giant in a dark forest. He sees someone run away but meets Scale and reads Violetta's work.

Meanwhile, Violetta, Tack, and Chord end up in a castle where a mad scientist rabbid lives with a monster named Brutus and he wants the Sparks to give to Cursa and Violetta for experimentation/a companion for Brutus.

Chaos ensues to the point where Phantom and Scale catch up to Violetta and they all join forces to escape the scientist and his monster army. It was at this fight that Violetta gets her chain-sickle which is inspired by Phantom.

During the fight and the discussion afterward, the Phantom realizes how creative Violetta is along with her power, her wonderful writing, and how she improvises in the heat of the moment. He decides right then and there to hire Violetta for the Space Opera Network.

After the escape and both Phantom and Violetta have a heart-to-heart, some of the crew from the Space Opera Network arrive on a spaceship along with Phantom's agent to get the Phantom. Phantom does get back to his normal size, but he also takes Violetta to live and work at the Network.

Violetta is now a screenwriter/actor while writing novels and short stories on the side. Most of the crew either don't know of her curse or know of her curse but don't care. They are very accommodating and at this point, it's an open secret with surprises. Despite whatever minor detail or random monster suddenly appears, the Phantom actually takes it in stride and for the most part enjoys the chaos of it all.

The Spark Siblings also get to work at the Network as well! Scale helps around as much as she can, Chord is in charge of the sound mixing, and Tack handles the costumes.

Violetta's Thoughts On Relationships

Woodrow: A good friend and a fan of the poet's work. Violetta finds in him a kindred spirit of literature and their curses. At first, she was afraid that he would be mad at her because sometimes the townsfolk would blame him whenever her curse activates, but he didn't mind. She also does not mind whatever luck happens and would gladly listen to a poem.

Sparks in General: They are adorable, powerful creatures that must be protected! And they are great friends.

Phantom: From being a fan to a good friend/secret crush. She sees him as a creative idol and although she tends not to follow pop culture and trends, she does see the appeal in Phantom's work. She was afraid that he would hate her and look down upon her, but he surprisingly seemed more down-to-earth than other "celebrities". Meanwhile, not only does Phantom want to involve himself with a creative visionary, but during his adventure in Monstervania, he feels a brief emotion of ultimate power/energy with Violetta's attention alone. Basically, when she gets excited about the Phantom, Phantom briefly has a large power boost. He does not overuse this, but he does take advantage of it when it happens. Overall, just casual friends with one playfully teasing the other and the other having a crush on the former.

Dahlia (@hostess-of-horror's OC): A fan of the Director's work. She wants to meet and possibly collab/act in Dahlia's movies, but she's anxious about it and goes into the "OMG, the more talented and cool superstar will not like me and I'm a nobody". Notably when "Rabula" got aired, seeing it made Violetta overstimulate (because she loved it so much) and she hid away while unconsciously summoning a lightning monster of all things. She does stop the monster from destroying the studio and attacking Dahlia, but she is really embarrassed about the whole thing.

Like me, Violetta keeps to herself and gets nervous meeting other people, so she does want to make friends, but it's difficult for her to make the first move.

That's what I have on Violetta and her Sparks so far. They currently appear in two of my fics that I'm in the process of writing. I hope to use them soon.

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Whispered Temptation*

Summary: Nova simply couldn’t help herself but test Harry’s patience, pushing him until the tension between them got too much. Just how she had planned. (rockstarry x oc)

Warnings: drugs, mean harry, smut, dom!harry, bratty sub, oral (m receiving), public sex, praise kink, slight exhibitionism

A rhythmic tapping of heels against concrete echoed backstage as Nova allowed the excited chatter of the crowd to wash over her while she awaited the cue to hit the stage. Nervous energy flooded her veins, making it almost impossible to stand still while she toyed with her outfit and messed up her curls. Bending over slightly to get a closer look in the mirror placed perfectly in her view, Nova found herself pushing her tits up in her shirt so more cleavage was on display and tidying up her red lipstick that had smeared slightly in her rush to leave her dressing room on time.

Five minutes until show time and Nova LaRoy felt fucking invincible. She didn't care she was merely the opening act, the crowd would be hanging off her every note just like they did each night without fail. They may have bought the ticket with the sole intention of seeing Harry Styles but they would leave this venue tonight seduced by Nova's talent.

The thought alone made a cocky smirk tug at the woman's lips. Everyone fucking loved her.

"That fucking bitch!" A deep voice rumbled in the distance, thundering footsteps hurrying with purpose in Nova's direction. The darkness dripping off his words should have made Nova nervous, knowing full well the type of anger this man could harbour, but instead, it simply made her snicker to herself as she continued to admire her reflection.

Crew members scurried about backstage, their actions turning into a fearful frenzy as they made themselves busy to avoid getting caught up in whatever was about to take place. Nova found herself suddenly alone, microphone in hand as the minutes until her cue ticked away.

Her bandmates had already taken to the stage, messing around with their instruments to pass the time until the curtain rose. Just the right amount of anxiety settled Nova's stomach, making her jittery and determined to put on the best show of her life. Her cherry red guitar was propped up on the stand by the stage, ready and waiting for her grand entrance and Nova found herself itching to stomp across the stage and strike the first chords for the screaming crowd to enjoy.

Suddenly the waft of cherry perfume flooded her senses as Harry's reflection appeared in the mirror behind her. His cheeks were flushed with fury, matching the fire in his eyes as he located the person to spark such emotion deep within him.

Judging by his appearance - black leather trousers left partially unbuttoned and the absence of a shirt - Harry had been in the middle of getting dressed into his stage outfit when he'd discovered what Nova had done.

"You!" Harry spat, dark eyes locking on Nova's honey brown as she spun to face him, not realising he was closer than she first thought. His tall frame towered over her, their bodies inches from touching. But she didn't shrink back like he wanted. Instead, she made herself stand taller, chin held high as a devilish smirk played at her painted pink lips.

"It's me..." She teased, acting oblivious to what was inspiring such rage within the man in front of her. His inked chest heaved with heavy breaths as he struggled to contain himself and Nova found herself forcing her gaze to remain on Harry's, not trailing down the expanse of his toned torso emphasised by the red hue of the stage lighting.

From the very first day she met Harry Styles, it had not been lost on her how attractive he was. He was effortlessly pretty in the way that only rugged rock stars could achieve and Nova often found herself wondering if she would have fallen for his natural charm if it wasn't for his huge ego. After mere hours on the road, the woman quickly discovered that there was a side to the famous rockstar that his fans were kept from seeing.

Everything had to go Harry's way and if it didn't, there would be hell to pay. Trashed dressing rooms and pathetic temper tantrums followed in Harry's wake and it became very clear that if the rockstar didn't like you, then you'd better stay out of his way. His snarky attitude and diva-like temper were fuel to Nova's sharp tongue and no matter how many times Harry expressed his dislike for her, she couldn't help herself but purposefully piss him off.

As one can imagine, it caused a lot of tension on the road.

"Give it back." His words were stern and dripping with authority. Harry was obviously under the impression that being the star of the show every night gave him the right to boss everyone around. Most people did as he said, knowing their lives would be easier to avoid upsetting him. But Nova was never one to do as she was told.

"No idea what you're talking about, honey." Sweetness oozed from her lips, the playful nickname only winding the rockstar up even more. His sharp jaw clenched, left hand moving to cup her chin tightly to keep her attention on him instead of the crew member that had appeared to try hurrying her onto the stage. Her band was watching from the stage, rolling their eyes when they realised that she was being held up by yet another petty argument with Harry fucking Styles.

"My coke. Give it now." A hint of desperation tainted his words, barely detectable but Nova could sense it as he demanded she give back what was stolen.

She knew he depended on bumping a few lines before his set, unable to battle his crippling stage fright without a little help. It wasn't as if she had planned to steal the drugs from his dressing room but the opportunity was right there for her to take when the door was left wide open with no one inside. Besides, if he didn't want someone to take something he was so reliant on, perhaps he shouldn't leave the white powder out on the coffee table for anyone to snatch.

"Oh!" Nova suddenly gasped, hand on her chest in mock realisation. "This is your coke. My bad."

Instantly, her fingers dipped into her bra and fished around for the little baggie of crushed bliss she'd placed there for safekeeping. As she did so, Nova didn't miss the way Harry's eyes drifted across her chest, lingering on her breasts in her low-cut top for longer than needed.

Heavy bass suddenly flooded through the speakers, causing a round of screams to ring out through the entire arena and forcing Harry to remove his grasp from Nova's jaw. She had around thirty seconds to go bounding onto stage or her band would be forced to improvise the opening song.

"Oops, that's my cue. Gotta go!"

"Don't you fucking dare?" Harry snarled, his fingers gripping Nova's wrist and tugging her harshly so she stumbled into his body. Their faces were mere inches apart as fury blazed in Harry's eyes, brows knitted together in a harsh frown.  "Give me the coke, sweetheart."

"Come get it, honey." Her voice oozed seduction as she pulled the top of her thong above her mini skirt slightly, stuffing the drugs between the cotton material and the heat of her skin, revelling in the swirl of emotions making the air grow thick between them. Harry's brows raised slightly, a little taken aback by her bold action and what it implied - especially considering she had never given him such implications in the past.

Taking her opportunity, Nova stepped back once again, this time able to grab her guitar and prepare herself to run out in front of the crowd before her band got too pissed off by her antics.

"You think that will stop me, sweetheart, you've got another thing coming," Harry smirked, no doubt a plan forming in his mind on how to get Nova back for this. "I always get what I want."

"Is that a promise?"

Blowing him a kiss, Nova sauntered onto the stage, ignoring the ache between her legs at the promise of what would be awaiting her when she got off stage.

.......

Cigarette perched between her lips, Nova found herself leaning against the side of her tour bus as the night air cooled her flushed cheeks.

Heavy rock music floated through the air, drifting from an open fire exit and serving as quiet background noise in the otherwise peaceful parking bay. The small walkway between her and Harry's tour bus offered enough privacy that she doubted anyone would be able to find her until she was ready to socialise again. Her bandmates were no doubt in the middle of sweaty mosh pits, enjoying Harry's show like they did every night while crew members were too busy sorting through endless piles of equipment ready to pack up the stage the moment Harry went back to his dressing room.

Having stepped offstage almost two hours ago, Nova found herself needing to unwind alone - the screaming crowd still ringing in her ears as she processed the insane night she'd had. Every time she took the stage it never truly hit her that she was finally living out the dream she'd been working so hard to achieve for years.

It all became a little overwhelming in the time between her set and hitting the road to the next venue and she found reflecting on her life while chain-smoking a pack of cigarettes was the best way to process everything.

Tonight, however, all that consumed Nova's mind were those dark green eyes glinting mischievously with lust as she made her way through the setlist.

As the final song of Nova's set rang through the arena, the singer could feel Harry's intense stare watching her every move and knew that she had to make this song count. Sweat glistened on her chest as the heat of the lights bore down on her and Nova found herself using it as an excuse to tug her top over her head so she was strutting about the stage in her black lace bra and leather mini skirt.

Sure, it was a little excessive but it was all part of her charm. And it most definitely caught Harry's attention judging by how she caught him sneakily trying to adjust himself in his pants as he watched on from the darkness of the side stage.

"I was in your wet dream

Driving in my car

Saw you at the side of the road

There's no one else around"

The atmosphere of the crowd was electric, singing at the top of their lungs as they recognised the lyrics from when Harry covered the song a few months prior. Her messy curls clung to her sweaty forehead, a taunting smirk tugging at her lips as she swayed her hips with every step across the stage. She forced herself to remain focused on performing rather than glancing over to assess whether Harry was still watching what she was doing.

"You're touching yourself, touching yourself

Touching your, touching yourself

Touching yourself"

As the lyrics left her painted lips, Nova slowly trailed her hand across her chest and squeezed her tits - earning screams from the crowd that made her smirk with confidence. The song continued with Nova feeding from the energy of the crowd, chuckling slightly at some of the signs people were holding up in the front row and waving to those she recognised from previous shows.

"You climb onto the bonnet

And you're licking the windscreen

I've never seen anything so obscene"

Her singing became lighter as she acted as if she was breathless, taking her opportunity to tease Harry by getting onto her knees, spreading them just wide enough so that her skirt rode up her thighs but didn't expose the material of her thong underneath. Leaning back slightly, she rocked her hips slowly as her honey-brown eyes locked onto Harry's darkened green. His amusement had disappeared, completely taken over by lust.

"It's enough to make a girl blush

It's enough, it's enough to make a girl blush"

Her fingers trailed down her sweaty body, tantalisingly slow while she teased the crowd and the rockstar side stage as she inched closer to the waistband of her skirt.

"It's enough, it's enough, it's enough, it's enough

It's enough, it's enough, it's enough, it's enough to make a girl blush"

Harry's eyes never left Nova's and suddenly everything faded around her as she focused solely on the gorgeous tattooed rockstar giving her his full attention. Her fingers grazed over the material where his coke was currently hidden in her thong, breathy moans tainting the lyrics drifting through her lips and Nova didn't fail to notice the flush dusting Harry's cheeks at her action.

Forcing herself to remove her seductive stare from Harry before she sparked rumours neither singer wanted to deal with in the morning, Nova returned her attention to finishing the song. Getting back up on her feet, Nova reigned back the sexual display she was putting on and returned to a level of professionalism required of her to do her job.

As the final notes of the song echoed through the arena, Nova dared one last glance side stage and found Harry had promptly left. Most people would assume this was so he could prepare himself for taking his place on the stage in half an hour.

But Nova knew he was biding his time until he could make her pay for her little performance.

"Did you enjoy yourself out there?" Harry's deep voice cut through the silence that now hung in the air. So engrossed in thought, Nova hadn't realised the music had stopped and distant chatter filtered through the streets as streams of people made their way home.

Leaning against the end of his tour bus, Harry's silhouette loomed in the walkway between the buses - the limited lighting casting intimidating shadows across his sharp features. Nova remained silent in Harry's presence, instead taking another drag from her cigarette as she awaited for the man to pester her for his coke. The absence of a smart remark was enough for the rockstar to continue taunting Nova, taking slow steps towards her in the darkness as he tried to earn a reaction.

"Acting like a slut for thousands of people to see." There was an edge to Harry's words and Nova had to refrain from smirking to herself when she picked up on it. As much as he tried to maintain his usual angry demeanour, it was obvious he was currently being fuelled by sexual frustration.

"You sound jealous." Nova purred, nonchalantly taking a final drag of her cigarette while she watched Harry slowly approach her. She flicked the butt of her cigarette onto the concrete, squashing it with the heel of her boot before speaking again. "Need some attention, honey?"

The rockstar's trademark cherry perfume flooded Nova's senses once more as his presence loomed over her. One minute he was a few metres away, the next his arm was leant against the tour bus, pinning Nova in place with his body mere centimetres from hers. His green eyes glinted mischievously as they locked on her honey brown, causing Nova's breath to hitch slightly in anticipation of what he might be planning.

"What I need is for you to return what you stole, sweetheart." His voice was rough from a mixture of lust and the strain from performing, sparking a wave of desire to roll through Nova and settling as a throb between her legs. His thumb came up to her mouth, lingering on her bottom lip as she pouted playfully. Opening her mouth, she allowed him to push it in further with the silent demand to suck. Nova wasn't one to do as she was told but she also wasn't one to pass up an opportunity to tease the sexy rockstar with his body pressed against hers.

A soft moan rumbled in the back of her throat as she set to work, ensuring Harry knew exactly what she could offer the moment she got on her knees for him.

The cold night air suddenly turned thick as Harry's eyes trailed down Nova's body, lingering momentarily on the miniskirt riding up her thighs and threatening to expose the thong keeping his drugs in her possession. Nova smirked as she noticed this and decided to get things moving - her core was aching and Harry wasn't moving fast enough for her liking.

"Like I said before, come and get it." She shrugged, her brows raised slightly as she dared Harry to follow through with what he was implying. "You know where it is."

Immediately, Harry's fingers ghosted down her stomach, toying with the waistband of her skirt while his lips attached themselves to her neck. Nova found herself relaxing under her attention, the tension that had been building all night finally starting to uncoil as the promise of release was on the horizon. Tangling her fingers in Harry's long curls, she tugged gently as he busied himself marking up the pale skin of her neck and was instantly rewarded with a soft groan.

Nova felt Harry's hand dip past the waistband of her skirt, teasing her cunt over the fabric of her thong and letting his fingertips graze the small bag of coke hidden close to her dripping sex. It took everything in her not to moan, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing what he was doing to her.

"Fuck, sweetheart." He breathed, finally stepping back after retrieving what was stolen. "You're fuckin' trouble."

The pair shared a soft chuckle in agreement, Harry's shaking hands desperately working to open the baggie to get the drugged-out bliss he was denied before his show. Right as he was about to tip a line out on the back of his hand, Nova snatched the bag out of his grasp.

"What the fuck-"

"Call yourself a fucking rockstar?" She scoffed, rolling her eyes as she tugged down the neckline of her top, exposing the lace bra Harry had been admiring hours prior. "You won't even snort coke off a pair of tits."

His eyes widened slightly at the realisation of what she was suggesting, curse words tumbling from his lips as he rushed to help her unclasp her bra. Her nipples hardened against the cool air the moment Harry relieved Nova of the lace garment, allowing her chest to be on full display. Being hidden between both tour buses while everyone else was still inside the area had its perks and luckily for Harry, it meant he could bury his face in a gorgeous pair of tits without being interrupted.

"Shittin' hell" He cursed, lustful gaze admiring the way Nova squeezed her tits slightly just to tease him. She wasn't stupid, she knew he was a man who was easily distracted by a woman with a nice rack - as had been demonstrated a few times tonight.

"Go on then," She purred, tipping a messy line of white power along her right breast, brown eyes watching Harry with anticipation. "Indulge yourself, honey."

"With fucking pleasure" Not needing to be told twice, Harry pressed his lips to Nova's in a lustful kiss before moving expertly south to snort the line without hesitation. Tipping his head back, he let out a loud groan that sent waves tingling through Nova's body. Not even bothering to wipe his nose, Harry allowed himself to indulge in more than just the coke, sucking at the sensitive skin of her chest with desire.

His free hand toyed with Nova's left breast, squeezing it softly and toying with her nipple all while he marked up her right with hickies that would last for days. Hot breath tickled her skin and Nova leaned her head back against the cool surface of the tour bus, whimpering with pleasure as she let Harry do what he wanted.

His hips pushed harder against Nova's body as he switched to suck her other breast and a quiet gasp filled the air as she felt his hard length on her thigh.

"Perfect, darlin'" He hummed quietly, more to himself than anyone else. "Perfect fuckin' tits, sweetheart. So sexy."

"That's all I'm good for?" She teased, curling her fingers in his hair and pulling him away to look her in the eye. Blown pupils, swollen lips and white powder dusting his nose made him look dazed - a lazy smirk tugging at his lips as pleasure filled all his senses.

"What's wrong? Happy to act like a whore but don't wanna be treated like one?" Harry immediately bit back, snaking his hand around her neck and squeezing slightly to keep her focused on him. Her smart mouth was pissing him off just like Nova had planned, all she needed was to push him a little more and she'd get the rough fucking she was after.

"I'll let you in on a little secret, darling." He whispered, bringing his face closer so their lips were practically brushing together. "Bad girls don't get fucked like princesses."

"Fuck-" She breathed out, the wetness collecting at her core practically dripping down her thighs at his words. As much as she hoped she appeared more composed than she felt, Nova just needed to feel relief. Her whole body was on fire and judging by the flush in Harry's cheeks and the bulge in his leather trousers, he too was feeling the tension.

"Give me back my coke and get on your fucking knees, baby." Harry's voice was sharp with authority and paired with the squeeze of his fingers on her neck, Nova knew the time for teasing was over. Silently, she obeyed. Harry shoved the coke into his back pocket and watched in slight disbelief as Nova sank to her knees and waited patiently for her next instruction.

"Good girl." He praised and a smile curled at Nova's lips. "Now put that mouth to work and suck my fucking cock."

"What's the magic word?" Her voice was playful despite the tight fist the rockstar had on her messy curls.

"Now."

Nova's fingers immediately tugged at the zipper of his trousers, her eyes locked on Harry's who watched her every move. She worked expertly to tug down his trouser just enough so that his cock would spring free from its confined, brows quirking upwards when she noticed he had been commando all night as if to ask: 'Really?'

All he did was shrug his shoulders in response, his chest heaving with anticipation as her delicate touch curled around his thick length. Adjusting her position slightly, the concrete dug into her knees as she let a string of spit drop onto Harry's tip, collecting it with her hand before slowly working his length to make sure he was fully ready for her mouth.

"Shit-" Harry's head tipped back with pleasure, small grunts filling the air as he tried to keep his composure. "Feels so good."

Taking this as the indication to go further, Nova took him into her mouth with a soft moan, revelling in the salty taste as she worked him slowly. Her hand covered what wouldn't fit in her mouth, making sure to give him her full attention.

"Nova. Fuck-" Harry's hips bucked forwards unexpectedly, causing her to gag at the feeling of his length hitting the back of her throat before she was ready. As soon as Harry noticed, he backed off a little with a small apology but Nova was unfazed.

Instead, she took it as a challenge. She willed her throat to relax and took him deeper into her mouth, making sure to swirl her tongue over his tip as she sucked to make him squirm. Gorgeous moans tumbled from Harry's open lips and Nova peered up at him through her lashes to see his eyes had fluttered closed and brows knitted together with pleasure.

The sight alone was enough to get Nova soaked and she found herself in desperate need of relief, something she wasn't currently getting from Harry. It was time to take matters into her own hands...literally. Taking advantage of Harry being too wrapped up in his pleasure, she trailed her free hand down past the waistband of her thong and began to tease her clit slowly.

Her rhythm never faltered on Harry's cock as she continued to toy with her clit, her soft moans only adding to the rockstar's pleasure. It was only when she pushed a finger past her folds that her attention slowly became focused on herself, something that Harry was quick to pick up on.

"Just can't help yourself, can you?" His voice was husky with lust as his fist tugged Nova's hair hard enough that she was pulled off his cock with a soft pop. A playful smile brightened her features all while she continued to work herself deeper towards the blissful waves of an orgasm crashing over her. "Always have to misbehave."

His rough hand snaked back around her neck, squeezing a little as he demanded she get back on her feet. Reluctantly, she did as she was told, the fire in his eyes persuading her to go along with his instructions so she could finally get the dick she'd been dreaming of for days.

Without warning, Harry had spun her around and had her pinned against the tour bus with his tall frame. Her bare tits were pressed against the cool surface of the bus, serving as a welcome relief to her burning skin as Harry's hot breath ghosted her neck. Dragging his tongue against her fevered skin, the rockstar nibbled and sucked his way upwards until his teeth tugged at her earlobe.

"Need me to teach you a lesson? Hmm." His tone was dripping with arrogance but Nova didn't care to bite back at this moment. For once she was going to keep quiet and let him take what he wanted. A small nod was all she gave him, unable to trust her voice from wavering the moment she opened her mouth but this earned her a sharp tug on her curls in reprimand.

"Use your words, sweetheart." He purred, rolling his hip against her ass to remind her of what she could have if she did as she was told. "Lord knows it's never been an issue before."

Harry's foot gently nudged Nova's legs further apart as his arm wrapped around her waist, waiting for verbal consent before touching her aching cunt.

"Please, Harry-" She whined desperately, pushing her hips backwards slightly in an attempt to get him to do something, anything, that would ease the ache between her legs. "Fuck me, please."

Harry's fingers slowly began to circle Nova's clit over the fabric of her thong while she spoke, his movements just slow enough to keep her on edge and drag this out for longer. He could tell she was holding back a little, perhaps unsure how far Harry wanted to take this, but he was determined to make her feel comfortable.

"You can do better than that, darling." He demanded, "Fuck, you're so wet."

"Harry, just fuck me. Teach me to be your good girl, please." Nova's breathless whines got Harry's cock throbbing with need, a bead of precum collecting at the tip as he pictured all the possible ways he could truly teach her a lesson. But they were outside where anyone could catch them at any moment. He had no idea how much time had passed since he'd walked offstage but he did know that the crew would soon be wanting to hit the road for the next stop.

If he wanted to take his time with Nova, it would have to wait until he had a night in a hotel. For now, they'd just have to fuck out the tension between them and Harry was more than alright with a quickie after a night of so much teasing.

"Need to be quick, sweetheart. Don't wanna get caught." Harry panted, peppering lazy kisses against her skin as he took his thick length in his hand and began to drag his tip along her clothed cunt.

"Don't care, just need you inside me." But when Harry continued to tease her, she quickly added. "Please, honey."

"So polite." A chuckle rumbled in his chest as he pulled her thong aside. Without hesitating, he entered Nova with a groan of pleasure, his mind completely overwhelmed by the feeling of her tight cunt taking him so well as his thick length stretched her out. "Fuck, baby. So fucking perfect."

His fingertips dug into Nova's hips as he slowly began to move, heavy breaths and pretty moans of pleasure rang through the air as Harry took control. It took all of Harry's strength to keep her right where he wanted, pinned tightly between his sweaty body and the cool surface of the bus as she squirmed with desire. As much as she knew they needed to be quick, she wanted Harry completely - she needed him to kiss her, to fuck her, to give all of himself to her. Their current position made it almost impossible for that to happen but she supposed that was what she'd asked for, to be taught how to behave.

As Harry had alluded to, bad girls don't get what they want.

"H-Harder, need more." Nova moaned and Harry growled in response. His hips snapped sharply upwards, causing his cock to brush against her g-spot as he fucked her as she demanded. But it still wasn't enough. She wanted to see him, to watch him fall into the depths of pleasure while he fucked her - this wasn't her.

Never had she been so needy, so desperate to be so close to someone during a quick hookup. Harry was different, she wasn't sure why but he was, even with such a horrible attitude.

"Harry-" She went to speak up, but it seemed as if he was feeling the same.

"I know, sweetheart." He nodded in understanding, pulling out quickly and allowing her to face him once more. "Wanna watch as you fall apart."

His strong arms gripped her thighs, helping her jump slightly so he could wrap her legs around his waist. Their mouths met in a heated kiss as Harry pushed her back against the bus once more - Nova's moans being swallowed by Harry as he made sure they wouldn't get caught. Nova's hand tangled itself in his curls, tugging hard enough to make his eyes close with satisfaction, the other wrapping around his cock to guide him back inside her.

From this new position, she immediately felt him hitting the perfect spot with every thrust.

"So deep." Her words were breathless, her mind going blurry as waves of pleasure began to build within her. "Needed you so bad."

"Oh yeah? Needed me to fuck you like the slut you are?" Harry taunted, sweaty forehead pressed against hers as he continued fucking her with a surprising amount of energy considering the long day he'd had. "Fuck you raw, fill you to the brim with my come?"

The sound of skin slapping and fevered moans filled the air as Harry picked up the pace, his rhythm never faltering as his lips attached themselves to the soft skin of her neck once again, making sure she was marked up just to his liking.

"Yeah, baby. I want it all. Need all of you." Everything was starting to become a little hazy as she succumbed to every feeling rolling through her body. Harry knew exactly how to please her and her body was responding accordingly. Her toes curled in her boots, eyes rolled shut and lips fell open as she felt the wave rising in her lower stomach.

"Look at you, such a good girl taking me so well." He praised, smirking as Nova let out a loud moan, tight cunt clenching around his cock with approval. "Can't wait to take my time with you, spread you out on my bed all night."

His hips began to falter, every thrust bringing the pair of them closer to release. Neither of them cared how loud they were being, whether any lingering fans could hear them from the other side of the arena walls.

"Harry." Nova's head fell back against the bus as she threatened to topple over the edge and Harry jerked his hips harder as he chased his own orgasm.

"Go on, baby. Let go f'me."

And with that, Nova's orgasm hit her instantly. Her hips bucked in time with Harry's as he helped her through the waves of pleasure that crashed over her, his own release following soon after as she clamped around him tightly. Thick come painted her insides as Harry rested his forehead against Nova's chest, both of them panting quietly as the night air stilled around them once more.

Minutes ticked by as they remained embraced in the shadowed privacy between the two buses, neither one of them wanting to separate.

"That was-" Nova started only to get cut off by Harry who seemed to share her thoughts. Realising it must be time for the crew to nearly make their way back out to the buses, Harry pulled out so both of them could tidy up their appearances to look presentable in front of anyone close by.

"Fuck, why didn't we do this sooner?"

Both of them chuckled lightly, Nova pulling her skirt back down against her thighs as Harry zipped his trousers back up. There was no awkwardness between them, their little escapade had only served to bring them closer together, all the tension between them now out of their systems.

"We could always go for round two." She suggested playfully, wrapping her arms around Harry's neck to peck a soft kiss on his lips. After being so close to his warm body, she found it hard to face the possibility of spending her night alone in her bed.

"My bus or yours?"

[thatdammchickennugget]

I would like one for my OC please. I would like the Harry potter fandom, for the Golden Trio era and Marauders era, if you’re willing to do both. If not, may I just have the Golden Trio era one please? And can the Marauders one be platonic and the Golden Trio era one be romantic?

Thank you so much and congrats on so many followers!!! You deserve each and every one!!!

My OC’s name is Elliot Winters. He’s a perfectionist halfblood wizard with a quirky personality and a firm manner. He’s very confident and charming, and could easily be great if he wanted to be (he doesn’t lol)

He’s a Hufflepuff, with a loyalty to his friends so fervent they call him their guard dog (lovingly). He has brown hair, blue eyes, fair skin, and a warm smile. He’s meticulous about his appearance and loves classic literature.

Thank you so much again!! You’re an amazing writer and I absolutely adore reading your works!!

Thank you so much my love! And of course you can get both! 💕

Golden Trio Era, Romantic Match-Up: Draco Malfoy

draco was initially drawn to elliot's confident and charming demeanor, finding himself intrigued by the hufflepuff's unwavering loyalty to his friends. despite their differences in house allegiance, draco couldn't help but admire elliot's dedication and protective nature.

elliot's warm smile and meticulous appearance caught draco's attention from the moment they met, the hufflepuff's fair skin and blue eyes a stark contrast to draco's own silver gaze. despite his perfectionist tendencies, elliot's quirky personality and firm manner added a layer of intrigue that draco found irresistible.

as they began dating, draco found himself drawn to elliot's love for classic literature, their discussions about their favorite books becoming a highlight of their time together. draco enjoyed the opportunity to explore new perspectives with elliot by his side, their conversations deepening their connection.

elliot's unwavering loyalty to his friends struck a chord with draco, reminding him of the importance of standing by those he cared about. though their relationship had its challenges, draco found solace in elliot's steadfast presence, knowing that he could always rely on him for support.

despite their differences, draco and elliot's relationship flourished, each bringing out the best in the other. elliot's quirky charm softened draco's sharp edges, while draco's confidence and ambition inspired elliot to reach for his own dreams.

Song: Can't Help Falling In Love by Elvis Presley

Marauders Era; Platonic Match-Up: Regulus Black

regulus and elliot's friendship was an unlikely bond that blossomed amidst the corridors of hogwarts. despite their differing backgrounds and house affiliations, regulus found himself drawn to elliot's unwavering loyalty and steadfast dedication to his friends.

elliot's quirky personality and firm manner intrigued regulus from the moment they met, the hufflepuff's confidence and charm a stark contrast to the reserved demeanor of the slytherin. regulus couldn't help but admire elliot's determination and tenacity, qualities that mirrored his own in many ways.

as best friends, regulus and elliot shared a deep connection rooted in mutual respect and understanding.

despite the pressures of their respective families and the expectations placed upon them, they found solace in each other's company. they spent countless hours discussing their favorite books and sharing their hopes and dreams for the future, finding comfort in the bond they shared.

elliot's meticulous nature and love for classic literature resonated with regulus, sparking a shared passion for knowledge and learning. together, they explored the depths of the Hogwarts library and delved into the mysteries of magic, forging memories that would last a lifetime.

Song: Lean On Me by Bill Withers

[aliypop]

Rockin Tonight

Word Count: 2,098

Writers Note: A 50's Elvis smut lord have Mercy

Warning: SMUT MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Pairing: OC x Elvis

Plot: After a few months of touring, Cecelia and Elvis decide to fool around a bit ... With their music that is, but when a few secrets about Cecelia get out, well let's just say there's a whole lotta shakin going on.

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Nashville Tennessee. 1955

"And right over here is the kitchen. It's the one area we don't have help in." Cecelia smiled as she gave Elvis and his group a tour of her family mansion. They'd all just returned from a tour with each other. When Cecelia decided why not have everyone relax in Valmos manor. After all, her parents were on tour pretending to be in love for appearances, and Midge was here, so clearly nothing could go,

"And over here is... Wait, where's Scotty and Rosa..."

"If you gotta ask, you don't wanna know," Daphane responded.

Wrong, Or at least so she'd hoped nothing would. Cecelia only had one thing on her mind to impress.

"Presley... you okay?" Midge asked as Cecelia looked over at him.

"I just ain't never seen so many awards on one wall..." he looked in amazement. Midge had gestured to Cecelia to come over, seeing as she froze. Cecelia hadn't had the best luck with her emotions. She could say it in a song. Cecelia could even write it out. She could pretend to be charming so she wouldn't go completely mute around him, 

But when you're standing next to Elvis, who was ogling at your parent's success. Well, that becomes too much to handle.

"You know my mama played this record repeatedly."

"Well, it's a classic." Cecelia sighed. 

"It sure is... Say, is it true you have a music room?"

"Mhmm, It's right upstairs." Cecelia smiled, leading towards the grand staircase.

 Midge was walking behind the two as Cecelia glared at her. The older woman gave her a nod, shaking her head, "Don't do anything I wouldn't do!"Midge shouted as Cecelia nearly cringed into herself. 

"That ain't much..." Daphane mumbled to her aunt.

The upstairs of the mansion had velvet curtains hung on the window and fancy gold wallpaper with gold trim around it on the walls. It was almost something like a castle, but Elvis wasn't paying much attention to it. Not when his view was Cecelia in a pink halter top polka dot dress that he wanted to get under her petticoat skirt and-

"Elvis..." Their hands nearly brushed against each other, and a spark almost set off between them.

"Yes, mama." he winked. Cecelia had hoped her cheeks weren't as red as the velvet curtains. 

"Welcome to paradise."

"I'm lookin right at it..." he mumbled, 

"At what?"

"T-Th-T-The uh music room, yeah." 

There were guitars. A grand piano, a harp, a tambourine, and anything else you could think of was in this room. The masterpiece was Cecelia, with her leg crossed on top of her White Falcon Gretsch. Picking a Gibson Guitar off the wall, Elvis sat not too far from Cecelia, who was stealing a glance at his fingerwork. She hadn't thought much of it when they were on stage performing, but it was different when she could see how concentrated he was and how fast his long, nimble fingers were strumming away on the fret. And the way his Thumb was picking on the string only made her curious mind wonder what his fingers could do. After all, Rosa did tell her the best man to cure that pleasurable itch in bed was a man who was good with his fingers. And boy, was he proving it. With every lick, her body would shiver, and with every chord. She'd squeeze her legs tighter. Any friction would keep her from fantasizing about having him play her like a guitar.

"If you bite your lip any harder, honey. It might bleed..."

"H-huh..." Trying to keep a straight face as she looked at those tantalizing blue eyes of his, Elvis knew what was going on in that head of hers. It wasn't like out of the many girls he'd been with. She was the name he'd call out when he was alone, picturing her pretty fingers around his-

"Nothing, doll..." he got closer as she looked down at the floor. His hand lightly brushed against her thigh, and he was sure he heard her draw back a moan, 

"Question..."

"P-Possible answer."

"Do I make you nervous or somethin..." he whispered in her ear.

"Why do you say that? Am I acting nervous..." Cecelia asked, trying to laugh it off, 

"A little... And I think I know why." he laughed. Cecelia hoped he didn't know why, 

"Why's that..."

"You wanna pluck me all night long, don'tcha..." 

"I-I..."

"Aye, don't fret about it, mama..." Elvis kept going as Cecelia turned red, his hands creeping up the hem of her dress.

"I've never really. Uh, done it!" She panicked as the room around got silent. She couldn't take the teasing anymore. 

"You mean you've never even fooled around with..."

"I've done that... many times.. thinking about you..." it slipped out. Oh, how embarrassed she was that she just admitted that.

"an what do you think of when you think of me." Elvis kissed her neck softly as she bit her lip. He should've known Cecelia was a virgin. It all made the dots connect as he thought about how she acted toward him when they shared a bed, 

"Elvis... I-It's dirty stuff ..."

"You can tell me. I won't judge, doll." he kissed her cheek, "In fact, before we go any further, I wanna know something."

"What's that..."

"Were you savin it for a special gentleman..."

Cecelia's brown eyes were starting to get lustful just by the question, 

"Yes..."

"Do I know this special gentleman..." 

Cecelia's skin began to heat up as she leaned in closer toward him, his curly cowlick driving her insane, 

"You do..."

"Does he deserve to have you..."

"You do..." Elvis was taken aback by her answer as Cecelia was lost in his love-shot blue eyes. There had been many girls who wanted him to take their virginity, but this one, Cecelia, was special. 

"Can I ask you something..."

"Mhmm..."

"May I have you?"

"Yes, please, make me Crescendo into a fortissimo ." she kissed him passionately, her fingers in his hair.

 "Where do you want me..." he asked, already panting from the kiss, 

"Everywhere..."

"I meant, where do ya wanna do it, doll..."

"My bedroom, third door down."

Cecelia's room was a soft pink with hints of lavender and silk bedding. It looked like something from the movies. With her vanity and lamp next to it, he had thought he was in Rita Hayworth's room until he closed the door. "See, someone's been practin..." He smirked, looking at the lipstick-stained poster of him on her door. Cecelia had felt embarrassed. But Elvis thought it was cute. After all, he did have a few posters of her in his room that he hid from Gladys, or so he thought. 

"I wouldn't call that much of anything..." she pinned him to the wall and kissed him again. This time, with a bit more wanting and need, Elvis had his hands on her hips, fiddling with the zipper on the back of her dress. He could smell Cecelia's expensive perfume on her skin, and those late-night thoughts started creeping back up. The ones where he was carrying her to bed with their lips still connected in a kiss as spark-filed like a Texas firework show, and where he'd lay her on the bed slowly tossing her petticoat over, as he'd kiss up her thighs. Removing her nylon stockings from their garters and he'd look at her and say,

"You sure this is what you want, darlin."

"Yes..." she looked at him, thinking about how she'd unbuckle his belt. And throw that tantalizing lace button-up shirt off him, and how she'd pull him closer to her as he'd kiss her neck, leaving love bites, and she'd say, "Elvis... I need you to..." she gasped, feeling his hands creep up her thigh. 

"Need me too what, angel..." he leaned into her ear, whispering as he bit on her ear lobe,

"Treat me like a guitar..."

"Treat ya like a guitar?"

"Yes, finger me all night long..."

"I'm gonna do more than that," he smirked, kissing down her collarbone as he rubbed a circle near her covered clit, feeling just how wet she was from her panties alone. A shudder went through her body from the sensation alone as a small mewl left her mouth. This was different from when she did it. 

"I know you think about me at night..." Elvis smirked, tossing her panties to the side as he slid in his first finger, sliding it slowly back out of her as she closed her eyes, biting her lips, 

"EL-"

"I know you think about me havin my way with you like this, huh." he plunged his finger back in, curling it towards her spot.

"Vis..." she moaned softly, "Give me more..." she breathed out as he chuckled. 

"Gotta say please, darlin."

"Please give me more." 

"That's more like it."He added another finger as she hissed a bit at the stretch, "Breathe, mama, breathe." he smiled, hearing her take a deep breath. His fingers were working magic as his thumb was rubbing on her clit. Much like how he was strumming a guitar, he was playing every note, and her moans were a symphony. A newly written song he could have played on repeat. 

                "Elvis! fuck... "

"Shit.... shit... shit..."

                 "Ah...oh...." 

"I think you're all warmed up for the main event." He dropped off his underwear as Cecelia's eyes went wide, she'd imagine that he was good in size, but from what she saw he was gifted by the Gods, and she wanted a taste, to touch even, 

"This is all about you tonight," he smiled as she nodded,

"You got a rubber right..."

"Of course."

"Is it up to date?"

"Cece, really..."

Hey, you have a reputation for broken rubbers and E.R. visits." she laughed a little as he rolled his eyes at her.

"Yet I'm your Romeo." he kissed down her neck.

"Mhmm..." she groaned, "Oddly so."

"Well, Juliet, baby, hold on tight." entering her overtly wet cavern, slowly and carefully not tearing anything. He could see Cecelia's eyes closed shut, her nose scrunched up, 

"I won't move til you say for me to."

"Does it usually hurt..." she asked, holding his hand,

"A little, but the pain goes away the more you do it." he teased as she looked up at him, flustered.

 "I-If you continue to do it!"

"If it's with you." she winked, "You can move now," she told him. His thrusts were slow and steady, and his groans were as soft as thunder in her ear. 

"Elvis, yes..."

"How's that feelin' for ya."

"It feels good..." she moaned, and their eyes met. As Elvis's hand caressed her cheek, he realized that the love of his life was right under him, telling him, 

"More..."

"You sure, baby, you think you can take all of me?"

"Mhmm..."

"Eager little kitten, huh." pushing more of his cock deeper into her, she could feel him brush against the spot. that was driving her crazy. Elvis had her. All he had to do was think strategically. 

"O-Oh... Oh... yes, right there, don't stop!!" she was gripping his body, her pink nails digging into the skin of his back, 

"You like that?"

"Faster, baby, faster!" his hips nearly gyrating as if he were on stage, but it was sending her to every ounce of heaven that a human could possibly give her. "Cece...Fuck... shit...I love you..." 

Cecelia's heart began to beat, and she wasn't sure if it was because of what he had just said or if she was reaching her end. Legs trembling as he was now nearly pounding into her, his thrust sloppy and her hands trying to find anything to grab, curses and skin slapping had been all that anyone could hear but Cecelia didn't care she was on cloud nine in the arms of a man she loved dearly. 

Elvis had disposed of the rubber and Cecelia was trying to walk again as she was waddling around like Bambi, 

"Is that normal..." Elvis caught her as he held her close,

"Only if I done my job right." he kissed her cheek, "Now let's get you all cleaned up."

Walking down the stairs, Midge, Daphane, and Scotty were a bit surprised at the discovery that had been bestowed upon them, 

"What were you two up there doing..."

"Uh swing dancing," Cecelia said,

"Must've been swingin real hard..." Scotty said under his breath as Elvis and Cecelia blushed hard.

"So are you two gonna swing again..." Rosa asked as Cecelia glared at her.

"Depends if she's got another lesson."

[cryingabtab]

Save Me A Spark (Part 12)

Warnings: Angst, fidgeting, vomit, anger, meltdown, crying

Pairing: Austin Butler x Cassie Hale (OC)

Word Count: 1.3k

“And all I loved, I loved alone.” ~ Edgar Allan Poe

Cassie couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. Austin had been in LA for a week. The first 2 days he’d been there he had been texting her nonstop, they even facetimed when he had the chance. But the last 3 days she had heard little to nothing. At first she figured he was just busy. He had a lot of award promos to take care of. That had to be why he wasn’t saying anything. She didn’t want to assume that it was anything else. She’d been the crazy girlfriend before and she was trying to change that. She knew that Austin was busy and that he deserved all of the success that was coming to him. 

At least that’s what she had thought until the previous night. She got this horrible gut feeling. Her heart rate wouldn’t slow, she felt so anxious. That brought her to being halfway through one of her comfort movies, King Creole, and on her 4th bowl of cereal at 8 in the morning. 

Her cereal was starting to get soggy as she anxiously picked at her nails and cuticles, causing her fingers to start bleeding. “Fuck.” She muttered under her breath as she set her bowl of soggy cereal on the coffee table before getting up and going to the bathroom to wash her hands. As she began to wash her hands she looked up in the mirror and she frowned. She looked just as tired and anxious as she felt. The dark circles under her eyes, the droopiness of her eyelids, and the paler than normal hue to her skin made her groan. As she went to dry her hands, she heard her phone ringing in the other room. Before she could get her hands completely dry, she was running to her phone, hoping that it was Austin but knowing in her heart that it wasn’t. 

She sighed as she saw the caller I.D. Just Hazel. She plopped down on the couch as she answered the call. “Hello?” she mumbled tiredly. 

“Cass? A-Are you okay? I saw the pictures just now and I wanted to just check on you because I know-“ Cassie cut off Hazel’s out-of-character fast paced rambling as her stomach dropped and began to turn. 

“Hazel…Hazel! What pictures?” she asked, trying not to let her voice give away her anxiousness. 

Hazel sighed before clearing her throat, “Hold on..” She said sadly before sending her the pictures, “Okay check your messages.” 

Cassie put the phone on speaker before going to her messages, gasping as she opened the pictures. What she saw was enough to shatter her entire soul. It was recent pictures of Austin with a known ex girlfriend of his. In the first picture they were holding hands, fingers intertwined. In the second picture, he had his arms around her. In the third, their lips were locked in a passionate kiss. 

“I-I..” Cassie sputtered, her stomach turning more sour by the second as tears sprung to her eyes.

“I'm so sorry Cassie…” Hazel’s frown was evident in her voice.

“I-I gotta go.” Cassie hung up the phone and threw it on the couch, immediately running to the bathroom. She just barely made it onto the floor in front of the toilet before violently emptying the contents of her stomach. Burning hot tears streamed down her face as she sat on the icy bathroom floor. 

Once she knew her stomach was empty, a fit of rage hit her like a second wind. She stood up and wiped her face before stomping into her living room. She let out a blood curdling scream before flipping her coffee table. The bowl of cereal flew off of it, milk and soggy bits of sugary oats went airborne as the ceramic bowl shattered into a million pieces on the dark laminate floor. The coffee table hit the floor on its side with a deafening thud. 

Her throat burned from the combination of the bile and the shredding of her vocal chords. All it did was anger her further. She marched over to where she had thrown her phone down on the couch. The first thing she saw upon unlocking it were those fucking pictures, taunting and laughing at her. Tears welled up in her eyes once more, running down her face, hot and thick like blood. With a deep, guttural roar she hurled her phone at the wall. She sunk down onto the couch and curled into a ball, heaving heavy sobs and broken whimpers into the cushions as she began to hyperventilate. 

How could he? 

Cassie wasn’t sure how long she had been crying. The next thing she knew, the door to her apartment flew open. She didn’t even flinch. She was secretly praying that it was a murderer coming to torture her until she couldn’t hold on anymore. That would’ve been less painful than what she was feeling. However, a gentle call of her name and a chorus of careful footsteps told her otherwise. 

“Cass?” Hazel called as she approached the sound of the heart wrenching sobs that wracked Cassie’s body, with Rory and Ash close behind her. 

When Cassie didn’t answer, they quickly made their way into the living room. Upon seeing the aftermath of Cassie’s outburst, Ash immediately grabbed the vacuum to clean it up, while Hazel and Rory carefully approached the couch. 

“Cassie?” Rory whispered, “Can you talk to me?” She kneeled down in front of Cassie, reaching a hand out to stroke her hair. 

Cassie shook her head slowly. She squinted her eyes shut even tighter than they previously were as it felt like her brain was rattling roughly against her skull. A deafening, choked sob filled the room as Cassie’s entire body shook once again. Her chest hurt, her head hurt, her eyes burned, and worst of all, her heart was shattered. 

Hazel sighed and kneeled next to Rory. “Can you at least tell us what happened here? Did you have a meltdown?” she asked softly. 

Cassie simply nodded and hugged herself tighter, her breathing short and shallow, a hiccup sounding every few breaths. 

Hazel looked at Rory, “I’m gonna help Ash clean up. You got her?”

Rory nodded in response and forced Cassie to sit up as Hazel helped Ash. Rory wrapped her arms tightly around Cassie, rocking her back and forth gently and rubbed her back as she sobbed into her shoulder. 

Soon enough, the apartment was clean and Cassie had stopped crying. Ash had grabbed Cassie’s phone that she’d thrown across the room, shocked that it somehow hadn’t shattered, and wiped the pictures from her messages so she wouldn’t have to see them on her phone. Hazel had packed a bag so that Cassie could stay with one of them; they all knew that it was bad for her to be alone. 

Cassie had fallen asleep after calming down. Her face was red, puffy, and wet. Her expression was turned into a deep frown even as she slept. They hadn’t seen her like this in years, and it was heartbreaking. 

Ash decided to continue to go through Cassie’s phone. Then, she looked at Rory and Hazel. “I’m getting to the bottom of this,” she grumbled, “Starting with contacting him my damn self.” 

“I would usually try to be the voice of reason,” Hazel began. “But I'm on board. Get his number out of her phone.”

Rory was silent for once, scowling into space. All she could see was red. She knew if she opened her mouth, she would lose it. Cassie was her best friend, practically her sister, and for someone to play her and break her like that - Austin was going to get what was coming to him. 

Rory took a deep breath before composing herself enough to speak, “Do not let me speak to him. Do not let me anywhere near him. I will get violent and I will go to jail.”

It was then settled. While Cassie was down for the count, they would get to the bottom of this. They would take care of it. And they would take care of Cassie. 

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[cheerful-sixears]

Running To Your Heart When You're Thinking Of…

STATUS: Unfinished; will most likely remain unfinished. [why? because it was started at a horrid time of my life. plain and simple.]

FANDOM: Transformers: Bayverse

PROMPT: “I pushed everyone away because they weren’t you”

SONG INSPIRATION: Sleep Token-Aqua Regia 

PAIRING: Ironhide (Bayverse) x OC (Self Insert)

After a long, strenuous drive through the city, riddled with anxiety and emotional struggles, Killian arrogantly thrusted the vehicles’ passenger door open and whimpered in a very stressed, overwhelmed manner. He said nothing as he walked over to the old, roughed-up barn on the abandoned property that he, strangely though in Keely-fashion, claimed as a “safe space”. It was an unusual choice, but it held strong feelings of safety to him, and that’s what mattered in the end. The vehicle behind him began to shapeshift-rather-transform and knelt down behind him, placing his brutish arm around Killian’s person as a barrier to keep him from moving any further away. Keely grumbled  and stomped his foot, his muscles tensed and braced with clenched fists. He turned around with an almost irate, yet pleading expression, “Just let me go, please? It’s not like you wanted to stay here, anyway,” 

The mech snorted with an irritable whirring rumble, almost offended by the young man’s words. Ironhide, his assigned guardian, stood upright for a moment, leaned down further to Keely’s

 level and held back an annoyed, rumbling growl-at least attempted to-but in the end it seemed to have slipped, “I do not understand, why are you so angry at me? Why do you push everyone away and expect me to make it better? I am your guardian, not your-” Before he could finish his heated retort, Killian stomped his foot again, and bared his teeth in what looked like….agony. Sheer agony. The emotional pain that Ironhide began reading brought a sudden ache to his own spark.

“I pushed everyone away because they weren’t you.--Optimus? Ratchet? Bumblebee? I don’t want them. I want YOU. I have this aching in my chest….it’s not physical pain…it’s this…weird, sickening feeling that i get everytime you’re around. I just want to be with you….You ever get that sensation? Where someone is literally your life because you only live to see them smile? Laugh? Maybe even cry?....You’re that person, Ironhide. You’re MY person….” At this point, Killian was sputtering and sobbing. He was near incoherent at the end of his desperate point made. Gasping, tearful and shamefully covering his face with visibly shaken hands, his anguish and anger spilled from his trembling lips in bursts of sorrowful whimpers and gasps.

Taken aback, Ironhide swallowed hard. His chords were strained as he attempted to form his next words with caution. He was lucky his previous sentence was cut short. He knew then, from experience, his words would’ve caused more damage than good. He was an expert in combat and weapon’s specialist, but a spark-mate? He never thought twice about that…with a human. It never once crossed his mind, until he thought about Killian’s words. His optics traced Keely for further emotional analysis, but he wasn’t Ratchet, so that was pretty pointless. Empathy was not his specialty, neither was human emotion, but something nagged him in the back of his processors. It was a desperate voice within the workings of his spark. It yearned for him to speak, to catch the young man before he fell. It desperately spoke the obvious phrase, “save him.”

[virusgeist-art]

can i have some lore in the two boyos u just posted!! THEY LOOK CUTE AF

Ah omg!! Thank you!! I'm really flattered you are interested in them because they are my babies and favorite boys of all time,, 🥺

The boy with black hair is named Reed- Reed is a one man band and a great singer/guitarist. In the beginning of their story at least... cause he also is very lonely and wishes he had friends or other band members to play his tunes with.

He pretends to be assertive and look "scary" but on the inside he's super sensitive. He used to be more soft and nerdy on the outside but got his heart broken by his first girlfriend and decided to be emo, LOL. The breakup might have left him heart broken but it sparked up his ambition and determination to play guitar and go after his dreams to try to be a famous rockstar like his longtime idol Trip (another oc).

He gets invited to a popular music tournament where he meets Isaac (the boy with blonde hair in the pic who is also a guitarist of his own band). Except... Reed and Isaac REALLY didn't get along at first. Isaac picked on him the moment he layed eyes on him. (mostly because he thought he was cute) Reed thought he was an asshole from then on out though. They became rivals through most of the tournament. Making jabs and jeers at each other any chance they get.

Isaac eventually has a disagreement with his bandmates and they kick him out. First place he goes is to Reed to ask if he could stay with him for a temporary truce. Reed was hesitant at first but ultimately decided to let him stay with him... but definitely makes it clear he sleeps on the floor. Which Isaac didn't really mind.

They go through a some stuff together and over their time bonding for that time to continue participating in the music tournament together they realize maybe the other is not so bad after all. Reed maybe even LIKES his company. Isaac's bandmates wanted him back after they seen them play really well on stage and of course Isaac went back with them leaving Reed a little disappointed.

They may be a little nicer to each other but they are still musical rivals after all. Reed starts developing a big crush on Isaac and can't get him out of his head. He tends to avoid him like the plague and it was really bugging Isaac because well... he didn't get to see him anymore. Isaac goes to look for Reed himself and he finds him in his room. He starts asking him questions frantically afraid perhaps he's hit a chord or pushed him too far with his playful insults or that he just simply doesn't want to talk to him anymore. Reed just shut him up with a frantic kiss and Isaac kissed him back, easily. Though Reed freaks out and pushes him out of his room in a hurry because he's really confused emotionally, maybe even physically too... all his life he thought he was a straight guy but now he's not too sure.

Reed writes a song about all his overall feelings and plays it for the next tournament round but on his way on the stage he starts to feel really embarrassed and chicken out running towards the exit door. He happens to bump into Isaac who gives Reed a pep talk and tells him he's really talented and to not walk out on him dream.

Anyway Reed played his song and Isaac decides to invite him into his own band and Reed couldn't be happier to say yes even though he tries to play it off cool.

The rest of their story they're in a band together,, eventually meet Reed's idol, Trip, I talked about but he's perhaps not the greatest guy in the world as Reed initially thought.

WELL ANYWAY THEY HAVE MORE STORY IN THERE AND AFTERWARDS BUT I DONT WANNA TALK YOUR EAR OFF. FHSHJFJD.

BUt thank u for being interested,, makes me really happy !!

[jendoe]

🎻💍💯🐷💛🍸😥 FOR FLOR <3

she!! thank you MWAH!!

🎻 — does your oc play any instruments? what is their skill level (beginner/intermediate/advanced/virtuoso/etc)?

She plays guitar! I think maybe she learned how to from her grandpa while growing up and that's what sparked her love for music in the first place. She's not a GENIUS, but she is still pretty talented.

💍 — does your oc have any piercings? do they want any (more) piercings?

She has multiple piercings in each ear, as well as her left eyebrow, tongue, and belly button! She's fine stopping there, though, as she doesn't necessarily enjoy the healing process.

💯 — share three random facts about your oc that others may not know.

🎧 She likes to put a Latin-inspired twist on all of her music. 🍪 Her pre-show ritual is eating a whole row of oreos. No milk because it's bad on the vocal chords... she says right before dipping outside to smoke a cigarette. 🌟 A lot of her stage costumes have stars on them. Five guesses why because she's NOT subtle about it at all. Also something something Orion's belt.

🐷 — what is your oc's favorite animal?

Cats. She has a calico named Rhapsody (which just gets shortened to Raspy) that lives with her grandparents, but if she ever settles down, she'd like to adopt a rescue or two.

💛 — how many languages does your oc speak? what language(s) are they learning, if any?

She primarily speaks English and Portuguese! She'd definitely love to learn another language at some point... she's just too busy to dedicate the time.

🍸 — what is your oc's favorite alcoholic drink, if they can drink?

Anything citrus-y, but she especially enjoys a good lemon drop. That's definitely her go-to at a bar.

😥 — is your oc prone to getting stressed out, or is it easy for them to keep their cool?

She is 100% the bottle it up until it spills out type of person. She tries really hard to keep it together for everybody else because she feels if she fails at that, nobody can ever depend on her 🙊

[heycollage]

thinking about ffxiv oc lore in lieu of sleeping/lying in bed with my brain spinning dusty little unwelcome thought webs-

re: love interests, neither grimm nor kore are spoken for.

grimm has more emotional awareness and intelligence than kore by a league. hence his somewhat quicker processing when it comes to relationships, regardless of the lack of time amidst multiple calamity emergencies.

he and haurchefant had a brief something. nothing ever consumated or spoken. not so much a spark but a candle flame- small and flickering and warm. but we all know how that ended.

he's attracted to y'shtola, but it's a nebulous sort of feeling. easily mixed in with the respect he has for her dogged scholarly pursuit of the truth and their comfortable "we've been through some bullshit together" camaraderie. hard to define when your time together has run so deep

genuinely, there's so much love between them, but g'raha adores grimm too much for them to ever be together and i think they both know this. raha understands what it is to be put on a pedestal and yet never be truly known. and he also only knows how to love grimm the way time and history have carved him out to be. it's a waste, in a way. or it would be if they didn't mean so much to each other regardless

erenville gets the closest. the two of them coulds feasibly have a very sweet pseudo-retirement post-endwalker. but not for quite some time given that post-endwalker grimm (aside from the former scions who know) essentially disappears for a good long while, holding silent vigil in the first amongst the night's blessed. the grief that he carries will take a very long time to recover, let alone heal from

kore on the other hand? brash, tenacious, intuitive but mostly too impatient to listen to it fully before acting. and goddamn young on top of it all. having the ridiculous lifespan of a viera doesn't help in the slightest.

y'shtola isn't even out of her league, she's playing an entirely different ballgame. closest kore ever gets is a schoolgirl crush in the early days

hilda is too pragmatic and too practiced for someone as green as kore when it comes to fighting for a cause and playing the long game. she's streetsmart, driven and has a head for organization that is frankly very sexy of her. that draws kore in big time, and oh it's a hardcore crush, but hilda's just too experienced and not interested in a green recruit or a champion for her cause which leaves kore with a whole lot of nothing much to offer with the chaos of ishgard's revolution as their meetcute backdrop (don't get me wrong i still don't think hilda would be interested even if the circumstances were more peaceful)

ysayle is the closest kore gets. she recognizes passion, and the clarity of ysayle's devotion as lady iceheart gives kore pause even when they first meet as enemies. they're the closest to meeting on equal footing, kore feels a kindred spirit in her. her drive, her desperation and ultimately her shattered purpose strike an awful chord in her that resonates painfully. there's a sense of maybe. especially during the climb toward their first audience with hraesvelgr. mutually bullying estinien, the shared wonder of a new landscape, the traces of a different world long faded into the past. the touch of a hand while gathering firewood, a quiet watch spent gazing up at unfamiliar stars. after azys la, kore breaks five training dummies clean in half, bloodying her hands on the hilt of her sword. estinien finds her hours later, sitting in the wreckage. he is the only one she's willing to see for days after

yugiri is too smart for kore. the closest they get is when yugiri loses hope after freeing the namai villagers, and even kore can feel that being able to met someone on their level only when they're at their lowest makes for a poor start

[pransesdp]

W e l p, my DP nostalgia decided to bite me enough to wanna revamp one of my oldest and dearest OCs from back in the day... Morgan Fenton~ 🥺💜 Had alot of fun sprucing some new life back into her once again, so I hope the rest of yall enjoy her too~

More info on this sweetie can be found both below and over on my DA, for those who wanna learn more about her! :3

(Bio): 

As the second-born daughter to Amity Park’s hero, Danny Phantom, Morgan Fenton had alot to live up to from the moment she was born. With her birthplace being within the Ghost Zone itself, along with her natural snow white tufts of hair, almost everyone was quick to assume she'd grow up to have as many ghostly powers as both her father & older sister, Lili. Still, to her folks they did what they could to ensure Morgan would have as normal of a childhood as possible (some clumsy misadventures in her youth aside), counting the years to when her powers would spark to better defend herself…

And they continued to count… and count… and yet by the time Morgan reached puberty, no powers were spotted within her. Further investigation and some trips to Clockwork confirmed that Morgan was in fact, a normal human after all. As much as Danny and Sam (alongside Lili) tried reassuring their daughter that they love her just as she is no matter what… this kind of blow really struck a chord in the girl deep down, as she felt like everyone was counting on her to follow in her Halfa relatives’ footsteps. For the longest time, Morgan began to seclude herself away from everyone in a slump… not feeling the confidence to open up as much to her family anymore. 

Further, Morgan would’ve continued to close herself off… if it weren’t for the efforts of Darryl Foley (son of Tucker and Valerie) reaching out to offer Morgan a chance to prove herself as a ghost huntress, working under Valerie’s very own hunting team established within the town. Though a little intimidated at first if she could really “handle” such a lifestyle, after many months of training, dedication and stern (but necessary) discipline by Valerie’s leadership… Morgan’s confidence began to rise better than ever. 

The thrill of blasting off and wrangling ghosts with just a few gadgets and MMA moves became Morgan’s new calling, and now three years later she’s established herself well as a member of Val’s team (even given the codename “Ultra-Violet”, or “UV” for short). It’s hard to tell where Morgan’s future will grow from here, how many allies/friends she’ll make, what love life she’ll have, or what other kind of ghostly dangers she’ll stumble across next… but one thing’s for sure, its best not to underestimate a snowy cutie like her anytime soon~ 

(Fun Facts): 

-Within her time as a ghost huntress, Morgan’s preferred weapon of choice is a staff bo (which can double as a vaulting pole when she needs to cross over floating Ghost Zone rocks in case her glider-board and/or jet-pack won’t work). 

-Has a deep interest in subjects pertaining to the sci fi and supernatural, often spending many late nights watching documentaries centered around space, urban legends, and so forth. Has a soft spot for anything “oddly” cute like reptiles, aliens, and squishy creatures (such as jellyfish). 

-Tends to feel the closest to her mother Sam the most in her family, as not only can they both relate on being non-powered humans (and sharing an interest in goth subculture, or in Morgan’s case “pastel” goth), but Sam’s more down-to-earth nature tends to help ease Morgan’s anxiety on certain things whenever they spend time together. As for Lili and Danny; Morgan often finds herself a bit “overwhelmed” by her sister’s bubbly energy/naivety (though she knows Lili means well at heart), whereas with Danny it’s… kinda hard for Morgan to always see eye-to-eye with him given his “famous” status in town (and sometimes he just kinda tries too much to be “cool”/relatable with her age-group). When it all comes down to it though, there’s nothing the Fenton family wouldn’t do for eachother as the spookily sweet unit they are~. 

-When she’s not busy ghost hunting, Morgan can often be seen gaming in genres like RPG, racing and fighting tournaments. Recently she maaay or may not be picking up an interest in visual novels on the side (thanks to a certain “perky” school-friend of hers pushing them on her like crazy lol). 

-Her favorite foods includes soft-serve ice cream, french fries, and sour gummies; whereas her favorite drinks includes a classic milkshake, grape soda and matcha lattes (mainly before a big hunting gig with how early her schedule is). 

-Ever since she was a kid, Morgan’s always had a fascination for exploration and what’s “beyond” the normal human and Ghost Zones she’s seen. With the organized map she’s planned out in her room, she wishes to go through as many portals as she can to see what colorful worlds await her. 

-Has a pet gecko by the name of “Zipp”, who was given as a present to her by her folks a couple years back to help lift her spirits. A very squeaky and clingy fella he is, preferring to perch on Morgan’s shoulder whenever she’s relaxing in her room from a hard day’s work. Anyone who tries to go near or “mess with” Morgan in Zipp’s eye will be given a blaring alarm squeak and a swift bite to the fingers.

[lost-on-kamino]

What did you say? with Rhythm and Olly

What did you Say? (Send me a Prompt and some characters! Ocs or Canon!) (Me and Eps had always wondered what would of happened if these two had met each other’s Batchmates, learning the contrast between their respective Buddy... Also sorry for how long this came out!) Rhythm found himself lying on his bunk, stretching lightly after having returned from his… peculiar leave. As it turned out, his batchmates had managed to get shore leave around the same time he had been given his break.

Granted though, he had done something a little different. He had joined Olly Olly Oxenfree’s batchmates, seeing as they shared battalions and legions. Olly and Rhythm had agreed to meet each other’s respective siblings on their next sets of leave. What had surprised Rhythm was how Olly’s own brothers had reacted upon hearing him speak upon their riot trooper brother. How he was quiet… Shy… Kept away from others apart from his brothers… How he had a bright spark in his eye when on Kamino, ready to leave and do his part. They had spoken at least Olly was safe on Coruscant, which Rhythm corrected to snorts of laughter. The communications officer frowned, had Olly not spoken of the Hound attack on himself to his siblings? Rhythm had wondered what had changed. And would he be next? Pretty boy and Lichtenburg, though, had been pleasant to spend time with. They had gone to Dex’s Diner for their chat as they continued to talk about their siblings, Rhythm knew he could at least trust the Besalisk with his allergies. Which was now why he was waiting for Olly to return from meeting with his batchmates… He did wonder how Pitch, Beat and Tacet was. They hadn’t been responding to his messages recently due to being too far to receive them on their campaigns… He knew he had to be patient… but it still hurt his heart …But he could meet with them later and do their usual ritual, he quietly thumbed over the wooden model in his hands; feeling the smooth surface as his hands twitched. He glanced over when Olly returned to the barracks, slowly walking in and shrugging off his armour. “Your batchmates took me to Karaoke.” He filled in, voice a little sore from what it sounded like which left Rhythm with a little grin. “Did they get you to sing?” “Only songs I liked, Tacet seemed to settle the other two on EDM and with a small break so I could sing a few songs I liked…” Olly seemed to pause after putting down his body plating and glanced over his shoulder. “You don’t have to put on a brave face.” Rhythm paused, face caught off guard. “What did you say?” “...You don’t have to put on a brave face.” Olly repeated, moving in front of his kih’vod. So his siblings had spoken… Rhythm brushed his curls back and grumbled, his face dropping to an impassive look which was not natural on the usually bright faced Clone. He placed the wooden model of a loth cat to the side. “I have to keep them from worrying about me, and from others to wonder about it…” Rhythm leaned back, tilting his head back. Olly knew that all too well, judging his face. Chord… Rhythm decided to fire back. “Your brother said you smiled a lot more as much as they’re wrong about the… being safe on Coruscant thing.” Olly simply tilted his hair before shoving Rhythm along his bunk and sat down as Rhythm rolled onto his front, bunching his pillow under him as he settled ready to talk. Olly looked to Rhythm before shaking his head, putting his hands on his lap. “Fine… I’ll talk about it… But I want you to talk about Chord first… And a message from Beat; Stop thinking about it. She seemed to guess after Tacet and Pitch left to get more drinks. She spoke on how you had this look when you were overthinking things… And it's a look I see all too often as you hide it from others.” Rhythm looked down. “Chord… It’s kind of hard not to think about when he was your twin… And that guilt that you got the same damn injury and survived. But alright, as long as you speak about your ills and woes…” He brushed his hair back, a small scar on his left lobe that had been neatly stitched. “Ills and woes?” Olly raised an eyebrow as Rhythm smiled after a bit. “About why you changed… And I can guess the answer… But I was to see if that version of Olly was still there… To see if your Batchmates were telling the truth. After all… All i know if the turtle version of Olly Olly Oxenfree… not the Long Name batchmate of Olly Olly-” “Okay stop with the long name, Ree.” Olly shoved Rhythm in the face, though it was a softer and more playful nudge to stop teasing. Olly leaned back. Maybe it was okay to start somewhere… Slowly.

[frenchy-and-the-sea]

Can I have a number 17 and 21 for Val and uhhhhhh number 4 and 47 for Tahir please 👁👁 Or maybe all four for both but that might be Greedy of me to ask 😳

For you, Maia? I do all. <3

4. What do they consider to be an unforgivable action? Why?

- This is easy to do for both of them because Val actually spawned initially from a root of Tahir, so they both have the same answer: wanton callousness and violence. Tahir and Val have both spent an exceptionally long time around people and situations that are inherently violent: Tahir in the Navy, Val doing her whole adventuring shtick. They've seen enough pain and bloodshed to last a lifetime and then some. When they see people being careless with life, it strikes a deep chord of righteous anger in both of them. (The only difference is that Val has a seed of that anger reserved exclusively for herself after some Backstory Shit. She's working to make up for it.)

17. Who are they soft for? Do they find being soft easy or difficult?

- Val is soft for anyone and everyone who has ever tasted a spark of wanderlust. She is willing to extend a hand (and a full arm, most of the time) to any traveler that asks it of her, and many who do not. She feels deeply and strongly for people who wish to be a part of the world's roads, and it is unfortunately where her gullibility shines the most. She finds herself unbelievably trusting of anyone that she meets who shares her desire for freedom. That said, she does find it....a touch difficult to be as soft as she feels. People often look to her for strength, so she's much quicker to default to being a shield than a home - regardless of what she WANTS to be.

- Tahir, meanwhile, is just....deeply soft for kids. Especially kids in need. At his core, he is a big, sappy-hearted dad who has yet to actually BECOME a dad, so he moves heaven and earth for the kids he does know instead. His niece and nephew are easily the most loved kids in the entire world. And, as you might have guessed, he has absolutely no qualms letting on just how much he cares for them.

21. What would be one item that they would hate to lose most?

- Val isn't an especially material person, honestly. She has a few sentimental objects, but her memory for people is very long, and she doesn't feel the need to hold onto trinkets that will just burden her on the road. That said....she's got a cloak that our bard Sarula had magically dyed for her, which once a day lets her cast Dimension Door. That thing has helped her save a drowning child, drag her adopted brother out of the way of a dragon's blast when he was unconscious, and put our monk on a tower to stop a gith from raining fireballs down on her girlfriend. It's, uh. It has paid itself back IMMENSELY. She'd be very sore to lose it.

- Tahir also doesn't have a lot of space for sentiment on his very mobile lifestyle, but he keeps a broken compass on him almost constantly. It was a gift from one of his youngest sisters when he first put to sea, because she was under the impression that he wouldn't be able to come home without having one. The thought disturbed her so much that she tore the entire city apart looking for one to give him so he could make it back. It was mostly dysfunctional to start with and fully does not work now, but I think he'd be loathe to lose it.

47. What is your character’s reaction when someone does something nice for them?

- Tahir is gracious with his thank-yous and stores the favor for later. Val... can come across as almost apologetic when someone is nice to her LMAO. Acts of Service is her love language, yes, but she has a hard time accepting them.

Ask me about my OCs!

[sharknadoslutt]

You seem like the mom friend, may I cry in your inbox? I feel so stressed and conflicted. I’m a writer and I really love writing HCs for the bad batch, including all of them. But now I feel bad about writing for Crosshair. I really don’t want to seem like I’m supporting racism. I’m just out here worrying about the final. If Crosshair ends up not being brainwashed, then I doubt I’ll ever write for him again. This is so hard

I am 100% the mom friend and my inbox and DMs are always open, love.

Now, I would say you should not feel bad for writing for Crosshair, if you are INSPIRED to write for him. If his character sparks you some creative juices, the motivation to write... go for it. That is what fandoms are all about, and if people on your dash are taking the allegories too seriously that they cant even have fun anymore, then block them. Literally, fuck the people who are being negative about this. I hate that they have gotten to you and are making you feel this way. You are not a bad person for having a fondness for a 'villain' character in a fictional universe. You are not supporting racism for having a problematic fav. because this is a TV show. This is tumblr. Where people have been simping for Loki for over a decade. Where people talk about wanting to fuck Darth Vader. Where people literally want to be murdered by Aro. Where people want to be dicked down by Thanos. Where people write 50+ chapter Darth Maul x OC self insert fics.

ya know. BECAUSE THOSE ARE FICTIONAL CHARACTERS. and we are all on this website copping creatively with people who ALSO have a fondness for those characters. THAT'S BEAUTIFUL? TF.

Having a fondness for a villian doesn't make you a villian nor does it mean you support their fake actions within their fake universe. It just means something about their personality strikes a chord with you. You identify with something about them, but that's NOT a bad thing.

For waht it's worth - I also really firmly believe he still has his chip. When they adjusted his programming at the beginning of the season I feel like they programmed him with false memories of being de-chipped to reaffirm his loyalty. If I'm wrong, like literally... whatever. He's still sympathetic. It's not as fucking black and white as some of these children on tumblr are making it out to be. Please look at THIS beautiful post that sums it up perfectly.

And if you want to stop writing for Crosshair, that is 100% fine and OKAY. But don't let some of the dramatic ass people in this fandom who are trying so hard to exaggerate the allegories in a TV show made for children into being the EXACT SAME LEVEL as real world atrocities, stop you from doing something you love 🤷

[speci-society]

Im writing like a scp/lobcorp inspired like dnd campaign called OMEGA Labs aaand im kind of in love with some of these little guys? They're the fucking creatures ever

Also the like. Danger levels go like this

Epsilon is to Safe or Zayin and Teth

Gamma is to Euclid or He

Iota is to somewhere between Euclid and Keter or Waw

Zeta is to Keter and Aleph

So. Here's some fellers

Bill Dillard/When He Died (Epsilon): straight up just the guy from the lemon demon song of the same name. Every friday or so he dies and some strange thing happens in the facility, and he's totally back to normal the next day. Enjoys having employees over for a barbecue and is a sports movie connoisseur

Dynamite and Flashbang (Gamma): two very very in love and very explosive object heads YES they are just ocs i already had that i thought would be cool as an scp/abnormality/subject of research as they're called in omega labs. get off my DICK

Plague Doctor (Goes from Gamma to Iota to Zeta): plague doctor :) every good scp inspired media needs a just impeccable plague doctor. can heal sick people, gets easily stressed, bites limbs off. Quality feller

I LOVE YOU (Iota): sentient computer program that just loooooves you and will make you love it and will wrap its chords around you and hug you and hug you too tight and suffocate you

Another's Arms (Gamma): statue that can talk in people's minds and can convince them to rip their arms off. She is just so sad that she has no arms :( would you be a dear and let me borrow yours?

42.35479, -101.48729 (Iota I think): literally just a portal to Nebraska

Chronoraiel (Zeta): angel who is a big ol clock that changes time depending on its mood/hp in combat. Has two like, i forgot what like lesser ranking angels are but Those, with bombs for heads nicknamed The Ticking Timebombs. It eats sins also

Spark and Smolder (Iota): daughter and father Fire People who just should not be here. They're just guys. And they are kept in separate containment to keep them at their "highest working potential" (they dont want her family getting in the way of Business) and Spark is all angry about it and wants to take it out on the higher ups in the company that keep her trapped here but she can't so she has to take it out on the employees at that facility and augh its just this whole thing. Also Smoulder knew Dynamite back before he was Explosive

Listening Plea (Zeta): aww the skrunkly ❤ lizard thing that like. Ok it has to be kept in a totally soundproof containment behind a wall with a single hole for one hand to fit through, because if it hears even a single word it can learn that language and start imitating the person it heard in just a few hours, and if it catches even a quick glance at a full person it can shape itself to look just like them and walk Amongst Ourselves. N when its disguised as a person it either 1. Starts biting and chomping and munching on everyone it can get its hands on, or 2. If it blends in for long enough it slowly starts to decay the mental health of everyone it's around, and THEN starts chomping when morale is low enough

[kaiparker-avengerssmut]

CURSED: CHAPTER SIXTEEN

“‘Cuz Parents aren’t always right”

Kai Parker x OC!Mack Grace

Series synopsis: "We're both cursed, in a way."

We all know the story of Kai Parker, but he once lived in a very different life. Do you ever wonder what that life looked like?

Chapter summary: not ever ending is good o guess

Warnings: violence, so much fuckin’ violence, blood, use of spells for torture, swearing I think, death

A/n: last chapter! Thank you so much for reading and I hope you enjoyed this fanfic!!

Masterlist | series Masterlist

Paralysed, aching, vulnerable, crushed, tormented, dejected. Kai stood frozen in place, unable to move from the spot - feeling as heavy as lead, as empty as a dead man's eyes, as broken as the promises he had made. Time seemed to stand still as the boy watched the little red car drive away, it's silhouette only getting smaller and smaller as it drove further and further down the tarmac rode.

Then reality hit him. A sound of anguish tore from Kai, a heart-clenching sound that bounced menacingly off the street, filling the once-silent area with the noise of his sadness. It's stung is vocal chords, strained his mouth and rattle off his teeth.

Then it went quiet again.

His solemn footsteps filled the quiet night with a melancholy vibration as he paced quickly to his scratched-up car. He'd need to fix that - the damage could become suspicious. Getting inside, he started up the engine and drove off with little hesitation, desperate to get home and possibly hit something.

Kai bit back a wince at the sight of the crumpled up empty packet of pork rinds lazing on the passenger's seat, his mind flashback to every time Mack would make a sound of disgust whenever he'd start chewing obnoxiously on one. He quickly swiped his tears from his damp cheeks before focusing back on the road, gravel crunching meticulously under his tyres, the wet sound of the sticky tarmac the only noise accompanying the purr of the Jeep's engine.

Suddenly, Kai slammed the brakes so hard he was jerked forward in his seat, chest aching against the tight strain of his seatbelt. Kai gathered himself quickly, unbuckling himself and getting out of his car. With fast paces, he walked towards Ian's car that was laying abandoned at the side of the road - empty.

Kai walked around the car, vexing down to peer inside the windows yet he saw nothing. He stood back up, hands fisting his hair as he let out a frustrated groan. That's when he noticed the car keys strewn carelessly in the glistening grass. Kai's eyes blew wide, he picked them up and clicked the button.

Yellow-orange lights flashed from the red car.

"No no no." Kai muttered, yanking the driver's door open and rooting through the glovebox, the pouches on the back of seats, the boot, anything - not really knowing what he was looking for. A small, silver glint caught his eyes from the grass again - next to where the keys had been. Kai was quick to investigate, picking up the silver watch crested with the unmistakably Gemini symbol beneath the ticking hands.

Kai threw the piece of jewellery roughly at a nearby tree, letting out a shout of rage before he was running back to his car and jumping in - not even bothering to put on his seatbelt before he was driving at 100 miles an hour towards his house.

...

A groggy state filled Mack's clouded mind, a metallic rattling noise colliding with her ears like nails on a chalk board - jolting her sore body awake. Her head was hung low, toes dancing precariously on the gritty stone floor and arms strung up above her by long, thick chains. She was acutely aware of the persistent throbbing on the left side of her head, along with the stabbing pain echoing across her cheek. What she couldn't figure out was what caused them.

The second one was answered quickly.

"Wake up, girl!" A sharp voice boomed. "Fucking spells." The same voice muttered quietly after, the sound of footsteps fading away caressing Mack's ears painfully. A drawn-out groan tumbled from her lips, the sound of footsteps getting louder again. A pointed gasp escaped her as rough, strong fingers dug into her jaw, tilting her head upwards until she was looking into dark brown eyes.

"J-Joshua?" She croaked, voice shattered from her drowsy state. The man's lips curled into a menacing smirk, a dangerous flame flicking in his eyes. "What am I doing here?"

"All in good time, sweetheart. We just need to wait for my abomination of a son to arrive and the party can get started." Joshua spoke, a malevolent glint in his tone that made Mack sick to her stomach. He wasn't the good guy in this situation, and she definitely wasn't safe.

"W-what do you mean 'get started'" she stuttered out, eyes blown wide with fear as the man stalked around her - like a predator hunting its prey. A dark chuckled filled the tiny shed.

"You'll soon find out, my dear. No need to worry yourself, yet." Joshua cooed sinisterly in her ear, body looming behind Mack's and sending a crawling shiver up her spine that made the girl's entire body quake with terror.

"Joshua!" Mack gasped at the loud shout of Kai's voice, muffled by the creaky walls of the little shed. "Joshua get out here!" Kai bellowed and the feeling of Joshua's breath on the back of Mack's neck as he let out another deep, dark chuckled made the werewolf want to vomit.

"Show time." The witch murmured, an evil smirk gracing his thin lips.

A shrill scream ripped from Mack's throat, right knee buckling slightly but her hanging frame was kept up high but the ever-rattling manacles, causing a burning pain to spark in her upper torso where her body stretched. Mack didn't dare look, her eyes clenched shut as the pain climbed up her leg and through her body, head pounding.

"KENZ!" Kai boomed, the little, flimsy door of the shed flinging open, crashing into the weak wood behind it and shaking some of the shelves lining the walls. There he stood, panting and shaking with anger, eyes dark with an unreadable cloud as he stared at Mack's tear-stained face and the sight of his father stood with a smug smirk behind her.

"Nice of you to join us, Malachai." Joshua finned malevolently, another pained scream echoing from Mack as she felt a searing, sharp pain stabbing through her left arm. The burn didn't leave, the bones being torn apart by the harsh binding.

"Stop!" Kai shouted. "Leave her alone!"

"I don't think I will." Joshua smirked. "You see, I think you need to be taught a lesson. Ever since this girl has come into your life it's been nothing but trouble - mixing with werewolves, steeling magic...I might just have to lock you up." Joshua said, almost sing-songy towards the end. "But I'll start with getting rid of her." Joshua spat, just as three bones broke in Mack's body.

Her ear-piercing screams and pleas brought a siege of tears to Kai's eyes, but an amused glint to his father's.

"Why are you doing this to her." Kai demanded.

"To show you the monster she really is." Joshua said sternly, muttering a spell under his breath to speed up her transition.

"P-please! Make it stop! I can't take it anymore, please stop!" Mack cried, voice shattered with exhaustion and pain.

"Stop it! Just- take me instead! Punish me! Not her," Kai pleaded, eyes pooling with tears once again.

"Boy, don't you see that I already am? By hurting her I am hurting you much more." Joshua confirmed. When Mack looked up again, her eyes were rimmed with gold.

"Stop it!" Kai shouted. Joshua laughed darkly.

And then Mack was truly changing.

Joshua used his powers to disconnect the thick chains from the ceiling, instead rooting them to the concrete floor. And when he was finished, a wolf stood in Mack's place.

"Time for the grand finale." Joshua smirked, hand raising. "Phasmatos superous em animi..."

The pained whimpers of the wolf made Kai wince and Joshua laughed mockingly at him.

"Don't tell me you feel bad for it, Malachai?" Kai raised his head with anger storming in his eyes, yet he was helpless. The whimpering had stopped, the wolf's body still. A shift happened in Mack, her shaking body reverting back.

Kai was quick to rush to her side, arms wrapping around her and cradling Mack's body to his.

"I've got you, I'm here, Kenz. Please- please just come back to me, please." Tears dropped onto her cheeks, a salting sheen over her sweat covered skin and she slowly blinked awake.

A smile broke out on Kai's face, but it was soon replaced by a fearful grimace as her strained voice filled his ears.

"I love you, Kai. With all me heart. Remember that." Mack's lifeless eyes bore into the ceiling, shining with a gloss of tears, but lacking the glint of life they usually held.

Kai's lip trembled uncontrollably, wobbling as his grip on her body slowly loosened. He didn't even get to tell her he loved her one last time...

"I'm done!" Kai's voice bellowed, his tear stained face ripping away from Mack's limp body, rolling lifelessly from his lap and dropping to the stone-cold floor. Kai slowly raised to his feet, head raising. He looked straight into Joshua's eyes as he spoke, clearly. "Do you hear me!?" He continued, noting the way Joshua's throat bobbed as he sealed thickly, trying to contain the fear he suddenly felt for his son. "I lost everything! You made me lose everything!" Kai boomed, rage written over his features as he spun to face his father, face red.

Kai advanced on Joshua, hands fisting the older man's shirt collar tightly as he pushed him up against the gritty stone wall. Kai looked into his father's eyes as he spoke, heavy breaths panted between them as Joshua cracked - showing his first sign of fear towards his son since the first time he saw Kai siphon.

"And you will regret everything you ever did to me."

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𝐂𝐖 | What is contained in this post has mention and imagery of being within hospital grounds. Mentions of Hanahaki Illness may cause you discomfort along with the following subjects above. And the consequences of the events following the disease and near death experience. Please be cautious.

✎ᝰ┆Hello everyone . . . It's been a while, hasn't it? I deeply apologise for my absence and if I had concerned anyone but my sudden disappearance and concerning posts prior. Unfortunately, I had gone through serious conditions following the disease I haven't discussed before about . . . But, seen as it is now best to explain:

I suffer from Hanahaki Disease, a condition that many are familiar or have heard about. Within February, events sparks around my disease and I was immediately under distress and serious conditions that were fatal. But, I was saved and received medical help, sent straight to the emergency room and went under treatments for the damage done.

Unfortunately, because of the damage done, my vocal chords have been torn, but it isn't serious. Just some healing will do. I have been receiving medication and other things to help with muscle pain, and other damages caused by it. However . . . I wasn't informed until after the procedure that . . . that they had removed my disease to prevent further damage. Whether or not it had tore away my ability to react and express my emotions . . . I'm not sure. But I hope that this explains everything. And, rest assured, I'm okay . . .

Love you all, and to my Romeo, thank you. 🤍

Mar. 7, 2021

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