#bonus appearances from my two oc's

[refundwhereappliccable]

im deteriorating the lawyers are everywhere DHEJHIUWHJBNSMKJAII

[valgeristik]

Entering the manic pixie dream girl OC design era, Anyway, this is Juta! (they/them) (pronounced kinda like yuta)

My 193cm (6′4″) tall quarter-elf aasimar who glows and has horns (and also, as i decided after finishing this art, wings. eventually.)

Anyway, they are actually the child of another one of my ocs that i have NOT made an intro post for yet, but TLDR Senna went thru the adventurer to baroness to queen pipeline and ALSO he married an angel (long story), and so that is how Juta was born :)

The giant centipede’s name is Honeybunch! She’s actually Senna’s magical companion, whom he sent to keep an eye on his baby once they decided to embark on an Adventure like their papa<3 Honeybunch has been Juta’s babysitter since childhood, and they even used to ride this giant bug like some kids do with big dogs. One of Juta’s character traits is that they ABSOLUTELY cannot blend in. anywhere. especially in the dark

[camping-with-monsters]

It’s Nice To Meet The Demon Breathing Every Breath You Breathe!

OH WHAT ANOTHER ANIMATIC RIGHT AFTER YESTERDAY’S?? IT MUST BE CHRISTMAS. Anyways. Silly thing with Bo Peep cause I’ve been dying to play with her character more often and making an animatic was a good excuse to also get the hang of drawing her! This also gives some subtle hints to her tale… wonder if it means anything more? Maybe it’s obvious? Who knows!

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

rabbit costume + luxe couture miss raven

Because I love the Alice in Wonderland aesthetic and White Rabbit Fest is running in EN right now… 😭 I decided to make a Rabbit Costume for my OC! Figured I’d also do the same for the event running in JP at the same time, Tapis Rouge in the Shaftlands.

Special thanks goes to @peripheralsanity for the super adorable bonus drawing of Miss Raven in her Rabbit Costume 😭 I wanna cram that bunny into my mouth like an Easter marshmallow…

My own doodles are below the cut, along with various design notes 📝

First up, the Rabbit Costume!

It takes a lot of inspiration from Alice herself: the bow in her hair, the dress, the apron. Miss Raven’s Heartslabyul dorm uniform design also pulls inspiration from Alice, so I tried very hard to make this look unique from that!

There’s a lot more bows, frills, and huge, goofy-looking accessories—like the rabbit ears + tail plus the shoes. The outfit also features a lot of pastel checkerboard pattern and shimmery makeup, like what is featured in Deuce’s Rabbit Costume. Upon closer inspection, there’s even more intricacies! Raven’s apron has heart-shaped pockets, the apron’s top has card motifs stitched into it, and the corset belt has a rabbit slowly dressing and then taking up a bugle to play. The transition demonstrates her own adaption to living among non-animals 😅

The rabbit on her skirt, chain, prize ribbon, and earring aren’t the White Rabbit but a cobbled together rabbit that’s missing an eye. The XO Rabbit poses as and stillinvokes the image of the White Rabbit, especially when it’s right next to a pocket watch. It fits Raven, who is someone not “organically” in the world of TWST (since she’s an OC).

I think my favorite part of this design is the super wacky and big hair. You may recognize it from the Hatsune Miku x Cinnamoroll campaign that was popular a while back. The shape reminded me of bunny ears, so I thought it would be nice to incorporate into Raven’s Rabbit Costume.

There’s so many strange things in clock town to observe! Miss Raven would have a fun time hopping around and seeing the sights… documenting them with Ortho, picking out clocks and other souvenirs with Silver, chomping through the local specialties with Epel. Ah, and as for Deuce 🤔 “Your son is trying very hard in his studies, ma’am,” she’d tell Dylla very seriously. “I commend him for his efforts.” (She very tactfully focuses on his improvements and personal growth over the actual numbers he produces.) Students of 1-A gotta look out for each other, right? Deuce fist bumps her behind her back or something to signal his thanks.

Miss Raven isn’t the athletic type, so I don’t think she would run in the relay race with them. (It would be hard to run in that dress anyway.) She can stick on the sidelines and cheer for them…!

Next is the Luxe Couture!

I actually made two variants. One is more inspired by the Fairest Queen’s raven and the other is similar to the SR and R boys’ huntsman-inspired designs.

The first has more of an old-fashioned movie star feel to it… which isn’t really what Vil invited the other students for so it falls outside of canon 😂 I just thought it would be cool to have a more personalized, glamorous fit for Raven.

She has much darker and more excessive eye makeup in this version. A bold, more confident look outside of her usual wheelhouse. Her hair is also curled into her face to resemble feathers, and her bun also has strands spiked up to look like feathers too. The dress itself is also very feathery, forming a train behind her wherever she stomps in her heels. The top of the dress also acts as a feather boa, making her appear larger and more intimidating than she actually is.

If you’re wondering why tiny skull earrings, it’s because the Evil Queen’s raven falls into a skull at one point in the movie 💀 since it’s so taken aback by what it is witnessing… That “wow!” but also somewhat scared feeling is very similar to how Raven feels entering Fairest City, so I wanted to include a skull in some way. If I made the motif too big or too obvious, then it might clash with the whole ensemble so I chose to go with an understated accessory instead.

This look is definitely the most “different” of the group, but I tried to keep some elements in common with the others. For example, Raven still has the lace curtain which appears from where her dress is slit. She also has sheer gloves that have been studded with little white rhinestones. The jewels aren’t as big or colorful as Vil’s, but that’s the point: to not outshine the star. Miss Raven is nothing more than the shadow that clings to its queen 😌

The more group-cohesive outfit is last!

It’s a similar double-breasted beige coat as Jamil’s, but it fans out into a dress + slacks at the bottom and has different sleeves. The puffiness of the sleeves at the shoulder and wrists make her seem large and in-charge! The buttons on her coat are large pearls.

I tried to maintain the huntsman’s color scheme throughout the outfit. Because of this, Raven’s belt is red and the lace in her dress is green. Her boots are similar to hiking boots (just picture them fancier in your head OTL I’m not great at drawing footwear).

We get her forehead in this design!! Her hair is pulled back into a “fancier than usual” ponytail, with her hair bunched into one loop before resuming as a normal ponytail. The clasp she uses is similar to the one Vil wears in his school uniform. Originally, I thought of just shoving an arrow through instead but decided against it since it makes the huntsman theme too obvious. The same reasoning came up when I considered giving Raven a small cocktail hat that looks similar to what the huntsman wore. Her head just looks so naked without something there 😂 but in the end I managed to refrain, and I think that helped the outfit look more clean and elegant.

Raven would be excited to visit Fairest City—it’s the capital of the entertainment industry! Though her main medium is quite different than that of films, she’s always wanted to visit for educational purposes. (Maybe she can learn from the scriptwriters there!) “At least one of you cares to learn,” Vil would tut. The trip’s a little stressful, trapped between Jamil and Azul’s petty remarks at one another and Ace teasing her for being the “odd one out” of the group—but hey, it’s all worth it for the experiences made there! I’d imagine that Raven loves all the pampering they get and all the important people they meet, it makes her feel like a real princess. Everywhere she looks, the streets and stores are shining too! Her raven blood is soaring. “I didn’t realize you had such excitable juniors, Vil,” Eric would chuckle. (“Waaaah, so cool! Like a prince!!” Raven would gush, earning eye rolls from her classmates and a groan from Ace.)

Walking on the red carpet wouldn’t interest her that much; she doesn’t like the attention so she tries hard to just fade behind the others and play support as best she can. Carrying Vil’s things or helping him with his makeup is no problem, just don’t thrust her under the spotlight and all the flashing cameras!

[mamirhodessxox]

His Strange Addiction

(Bonus Chapter)

Cody Rhodes x Fem OC!Reader (Milena Reyz)

Desc: It’s been an official year since Milena & Cody got married & had a child & now 2024 has hit, Cody is doing many promos for wrestle mania but it ends up with Milena coming to his defense when The Rock takes things to far.

Contents: Violence, mentions of blood, Trash talking, arguing, comedic relief sort of, fluff, angst????

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“Cody you shouldn’t be challenging someone like Dwayne.” Milena spoke as the married couple paced around the bedroom packing before going into Chicago for Monday night raw, “Sweetheart it’s fine I-“ “You trained for this type of stuff yes but Dwayne is 10x bigger than you, he’s already pissed you off by bringing family into this and you know if he actually hurts you in some sort of way I’ll run my mouth and challenge him myself.” Cody chuckled to himself while he watched their daughter Ivey roll onto her tummy while petting Pharaohs head “That’s not necessary love.” “If he pisses me off can I act out?” Cody sighed looking at her “1 time.” She giggled smiling before kissing his cheek & going off downstairs.

“Your moms a reallll fire cracker.” He grinned as Ivey just smiled & cooed at him. Cody picked her up carefully and let out a joking huff before she giggled and tugged on his hair “alright gentle there, you’ll make daddy bald.” He tickled her cheek before going on with the day taking care of his adult chores alongside Milena.

Weeks passed since that day and it was finally Monday Night Raw 03/25/24. Milena sat in the bus with their daughter & her mother Jasmine. They all watched the event from the tv attached to the bus but just as Cody was in the middle of his promo Dwayne had stolen the moment & having a staring contest with Cody before whispering something to him. Milena raised a brow & rolled her eyes as she continued watching the TV until it was time to tuck in Ivey for bed while Milena suddenly started turning back to the TV noticing a backstage segment of her son in law getting into a scuffle before Dwayne once again appeared but full blown attacking Cody

“Look at you now Huh?! You thought the rock was gonna let you talk trash for the last two weeks!? HUH?” Jasmine held a hand over her mouth “Oh my god?!” Jasmine gasped making Milena walk out on time and see her husband being tossed around on television “You’re kidding me..” Milena held Ivey close & tried covering her daughter’s eyes but she was to squirmy while Milena saw Dwayne stand outside of their exact bus yelling about chicago and tossed cody around

Dwayne kicked her husband around in the rock “You wanna be a hero? How about this! You son of a bitch the rocks got your hero.” And quickly heard a loud thud against the vehicle “and mama rhodes. Look at your son the rock has a special gift for you.” He smeared Cody’s blood around a belt with his mothers name against the leather & kept taunting Cody on camera. Milena was finally fed up & instructed her mom to stay in the bus handing Ivey over to her grandmother while Milena went to Cody’s aid.

“Milena absolutely no-“ Jasmine watched as her daughter picked up an extension cord “Milena that could kill him!!” Milena glared “I’m not gonna kill him mom I’m just gonna make him back off!” Milena spole as she kicked open the door causing Dwayne to perk up a bit “You need a woman to defend you? Huh?” He mumbled towards Cody for a moment while backing up a little bit while Milena approached him clearly furious “Who in the absolute FUCK do you think you are?! You keep his goddamn family out of his mouth goddamnit & your not about to smash my husband against a goddamn bus where his DAUGHTER is inside of it!” She shouted while Dwayne held out his hands grinning.

“Sweetheart you’re to pretty to be dealing with this alright? Leave it to the men.” Milena tilted sn eyebrow while noticing a cameraman still rolling. “You wanna embarrass my fucking man on camera and talk to me like that? You must not know who the hell I am. So let me show you.” Just as Dwayne was going to speak she punched him square in the jaw and kicked him in the crotch before shoving herself behind him and untied the extension cord from her wrist before yanking it against his throat and wrapping the parts she was holding against her knuckles while mocking him with his own words “Look at you now! Look at you rock! You’re getting your ass beat by a woman, Cody Rhodes wife at that. Embarrassed aren’t you?”

Cody groaned against the bus and didn’t bother stopping Milena, She finally tugged the cord away from Dwayne & eventually kicked the man on the ground & dug her boot against his head “We’ll see you Friday Dwayne.” She kicked him in the face before snatching the camera away from the cameraman and held it over Dwayne’s bloody face while he coughed “This is your guys’ Final boss? Cody was right about him being a whiney little bitch, look at him, all bark and got his ass beat by a woman. How embarrassing.” She shoved the camera back to the man before snickering and walked back towards Cody & Helping him up and frowning at the sight “Jesus Cody…” he shook his head holding the side of his chest while she took him inside of the bus & her mother help clean off any blood.

“Your gonna beat his ass at mania am I understood?” Cody chuckled in amusement while his wife pressed a bandaid against his cuts & scrapes while he nodded weakly “sweetheart..” “I don’t care what we need to do but whether you like it or not you’re going to beat his ass.” He smiled tiredly and held Milena’s face “Copy that.” Milena’s mother sighed & gave him water after coming back from tucking Ivey into bed “You have to prove him wrong now Cody.” She spoke before Cody nodded & eventually called it a night.

Friday Night rolled around and everyone took notice to many things within the Rhodes family. Milena tweeted something about how Dwayne should get better security while Dustin insulted the man. Cody has been absolutely silent on social media, Milena had been planning a slight comeback since the last time fans saw her within WWE was before she was pregnant with Ivey and she was planning something VERY special for smackdown. Tonight Dwayne was doing a promo & stood in the ring “Cody’s entire family are a bunch of sorry ass clown emoji’s including his loud tacky wife & goofy ass dog. I’m sure you all saw raw right?? I beat that boys ass and he actually needed a woman to fight for hi-“ “And what about it Rock?” Cody’s voice soured through the arena as he walked towards the ring “You know what’s embarrassing? How you need to catch people in vulnerable moments when they aren’t paying attention so you can catch them off guard just to win a game nobody is playing.”

Dwayne glared & looked at the audience as he noticed Milena following her husband into the ring before spinning in a circle showing offer her business meeting like dress & black pumps while smiling brightly as her husband wrapped his arm around her waist while she snatched the mic away from Dwayne “You saying all of thiisss is tacky? Let me tell you what’s tacky. Your cousin Nia barely getting any sort of physical touch so she feels the need to shake her rank, vile, smelly ass In people’s faces THAT’S tacky & unclassy, but what’s REALLY tacky i-“

“Mrs Rhodes with alll the respect Why don’t you go sit somewhere and look pr-“ “First of all you address me as Ms. Reyz, Second of all you don’t talk over me, how about you stand right here shut the fuck up and let me speak. And as I was saying Dwayne, What’s really Tacky is how your forgotten about so you feel the urge to budge yourself into a wrestle mania event that isn’t even about you, your doing this whole thing so you can seem important when really You’re not. Your boring. Washed up & only good for corny ads & movies. Whats really tacky is how you want to seem soooo relevant within WWE that you’re willing to let Roman Reigns act like he’s the tribal chief when it should’ve been You. Your getting bitched out by some other irrelevant wannabe just so you could be relevant. And what’s tacky is you have the absolute nerve to go in live television embarrass my man & taunt his mother well let me tell you something Dwayne. Everything about you is Tacky, and the next time you talk about Cody’s family I’ll ruin your fucking life & make sure your role within TKO vanishes into thin air. Let me catch you beating on my fucking husband outside of a bus with my goddamn daughter in it. See what happens.”

She tossed the microphone at him & let Cody take over by Rock got in his face making Cody & Milena taunt him before pulling away as she started speaking again but off mic and slightly loud enough for the camera to pickup “What’s also tacky is how you talk so much on having Big Dwayne energy but you literally have an LDS struggle, you’re barely 5 inches yet have the audacity to walk up in here running your mouth like you have a big dick.” She snickered before fake frowning the more he glared while Cody spoke up “Trust me on this Dwayne. I’ll going to beat the living shit out of you & Roman all together.” He slammed the mic into the ground before leaving the ring before walking off to the backstage area,

Milena saw Jey & Seth laugh over something making her walk over towards them while Cody went to the dressing room to check up on Milena’s mom & Ivey “Where the fuck were you two when Cody needed help huh?!” Jey froze for a minute “woah wai-“ “You know how many times Cody has jumped the gun to save your asses from problems you’ve started but lack to solve every single time?” Jey awkwardly scratched his neck “Now I understand Seth because he has to be here for Becky & he has to watch out for Roux and I get that, Hell Cody just went to go check on Ivey, but you Jey?! I thought you always had his back.

“Okay woa- Mel I do have his back! I mean c’mon sis I’ll always defend him no matter what girl!.” She glared in his eyes shaking her head “So where were you on Monday when that entire ordeal was filmed on live television throughout the Arena? I know you saw it and you were here for raw so what the fuck?” Jey stood in silence while guilt wavered over his face “Goodnight Jey.” Milena spoke before walking bak to Cody’s dressing room & putting on a smile when she saw him tickling Ivey while she held his tie “look at you wrapping your dada up around your finger.” She cooed while kissing her daughter’s cheek “Where’d you go off to?” She shrugged “Just talking to jey.” Cody nodded with a smile before giving her a kiss until she pulled away humming.

“You’re gonna go out there at wrestle-mania, kick some fucking ass and win. I don’t care if you’re shady with it. But you’re going to win no matter what.”

xtripleiiix’s Masterlist

[holopossums]

This is Cedrus Draxum, one of my ROTTMNT OCs — he is Baron Draxum's older brother!

A bit about Cedrus below the cut:

As the eldest of the Draxums, he's very serious and a bit of a mother hen.

Has a regal, traditional vibe. Calm and genteel but with a strong, commanding presence. (But he comes off differently in private or around his brother.)

Standing at 5'9, he is far shorter and a bit stockier than his younger brother, but he makes up for it with an impressive set of horns.

Cedrus considers things like the law and bringing honor to one's family to be very important, perhaps to a concerning degree.

He has a prestigious job as an orator/politician and as the main representative of an elite guard for the Hidden City.

Cedrus' mystic powers are tree growing and wood manipulation. He possesses extraordinarily powerful magic but with unique limitations.

His voice claim is the Turtle Pope (Miriel) from Elden Ring. Yeah, I gave the Turtle Pope to the sheep.

One of his main hobbies is woodworking, specifically a traditional kind where he does not use power tools, only hand tools. He also limits his use of magic as a challenge. He considers not doing either of these to be cheating himself out of a good time.

He is a twice divorced gay man who never got to have children, though he desperately wants them. Due to his demanding job he does not consider adopting and single parenting, he definitely wants a partner if he's to have kids. Please help this senior citizen find love again.

Cedrus will eventually make an appearance in my AU fic, Radiant Souls! We're not there yet, but we're getting there. You'll know when he appears.

Old bonus pic of these two fossils:

[twistedtummies2]

The sound of rollin’ dice to me Is music in the air! ‘Cause I’m a Gamblin’ Boogieman, Although I don’t play fair!

It’s much more fun, I must confess, When lives are on the line! Not mine, of course, But yours, old boy! ow that’d be just fine…

"Oogie Boogie's Song," Ken Page

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The long, LONG delayed final image in my “OCs & Inspirations” series, at least for now. This was originally intended to be part of a bunch of pics commemorating Disney’s 100th Anniversary, but the artist was facing some difficulties, so it took much longer than expected. I don’t mind in the least, however, because this was more than worth the wait…and hey, Valentine’s Day may not be the most obvious holiday of choice to release this, but a holiday is still a holiday. And with these two, it felt right to post their pic on such an occasion. Oh, on that note, before I go on: the image was made by @hooter-n-company, who also did my image for Nakoda and Kaa for the series a while back. I can’t honestly decide which of them I like more, between this image and that one; they’re both absolutely breathtaking. Her work always is. Thank you, Hoots. <3 ANYWAY…Reno was the first character I specifically created as a sort of “correction” to an old pred crush of mine. Nako and Billy being more “appealing” versions of their source inspirations (for me) was just sort of a welcome bonus. But with Reno, I deliberately created him with the idea of taking a character I used to have an interest in “that way,” but no longer do, and then creating someone I could “kinkify” more easily via the power of Twisted Wonderland’s universe. When I was a kid, I used to have a bit of a crush on Oogie Boogie from “The Nightmare Before Christmas.” I even had some rather…VIVID dreams, involving this big bag of bugs, which I shall always remember. However, over time, my interests and ideals with such things changed, and as they did, my love for Oogie dwindled. Reno was my way of trying to do something more “me” with the character.

The name “Reno” comes from Reno, Nevada. It was suggested by my friend, @belliesandburps. Since Reno is just a big a gambler as Oogie, it seemed fitting to use the name of a city known for gambling - and in the same state as arguably the gambler paradise of the world, Las Vegas - for his name. “Rovar” comes from a Hungarian word meaning “insect,” which of course fit perfectly. Combined, the two have a similar sort of “bounce” and syllabic structur to “Oogie Boogie,” and the alliteration was amusing to me. In terms of personality, Reno, in a way, is Oogie…but with a sort of soft side. Like, his source material, he is crass, crude, loud, rowdy, mischievous, a bit sadistic, and constantly thinks with his stomach. HOWEVER, for all his jagged edges, Reno isn’t someone who does bad things just for the sheer sake of it, unlike Oogie. Reno still has the capacity to care about people, and even some of the more “evil” things he’s done were usually out of a sort of bitter desire to get back at people he felt were more fortunate, while also helping himself and those he cared about in the process. He’s not the easiest person to get along with, but he’s not a literal monster.

I decided to sort of reverse things in terms of the way Oogie’s true self is revealed in the film, for Reno. In the movie, Oogie glows green in blacklight, but his actual appearance is a much duller beige hue. And of course, when you strip away the bag, he’s a collection of creepy crawlies underneath. So, with Reno, his human form has dull colors, with a sweater that resembles Oogie’s burlap, but his true form - a sort of “demi bug” - is colored in shades of vibrant green. His Overblot form, meanwhile - which Hoots helped IMMENSELY with working out - has a sort of neon appearance, inspired by the look of Oogie’s lair, and is a collection of different elements from different arthropods.

In this case, I think the different colors help the pair stand in good contrast to each other. ;)

[danjaley]

OC Deep Dive Questionnaire Tag

A set of 20 questions to get to know your OC!

Tagged by @nocturnalazure

Today is an excellent day to answer this for pre-revolution Nicolas. Tomorrow would have been a bit more complicated.

What uncommon/common fear do they have?

He’s very confident and not easily cowed. His double-life being exposed is of course the thing he wants to avoid most of all. But he sees this more as a risk than as a fear.

Do they have any pet peeves?

He has no patience with dilettantes who get their facts wrong about art-history.

What are 3 items you can find in their bedroom?

Books; an Egyptian scarab which was given to him as a lucky charm; a painting of the Forum Romanum from his Grand Tour.

What do they notice first in a person?

General appearance and demeanour. (Bonus fact: What immediately attracted him to Jonathan was that he has vaguely classical features – and what totally got him was that he speaks French with a Scottish accent)

On a scale of 1 to 10, how high is their pain tolerance?

7-8. He was brought up not to be whiny. But he's had a comfortable life in good health so far.

Do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure?

His instinct would rather be flight (or solve the problem with money and/or influence), but if duty binds him to fight, he will stand his ground.

Do they come from a big family/are they a family person?

Not really. He grew up with only his mother as immediate family. He saw enough of his parents’ marriage as a boy to get rather disillusioned. On the other hand he’s proud of his family’s legacy and never questioned his duty to continue it. He does try to be a better husband and father than his own. But if he were just an average person of today, he wouldn’t have wanted any children. He’d be content to travel the world with Jonathan, but actually Jonathan wants more of a family-life.

What animal represents them best?

He always reminds me of a cat, being very neat and taking his privileges entirely for granted.

What is a smell that they dislike?

He lives in a time where various kinds of stench are so common that he’s glad enough to avoid those.

Have they broken any bones?

See above - he's had a comfortable life in good health so far.

How would a stranger likely describe them?

“Arrogant idiot” (Matt)

Are they a night owl or a morning bird?

He moves in circles where it’s not unusual to rise at noon, so the interesting things tend to happen in the evenings and at night. When he’s working by himself, he prefers the early hours for their better light.

What is a flavor they hate and a flavor they love?

The likes coffee, both for its aroma and as a status symbol. He doesn’t like coarse food, like gruel or badly prepared cabbage.

Do they have any hobbies?

As an aristocrat, studying Antiquity is officially his hobby, not his job. But it’s his true calling and he even made some money from it. Apart from that, he’s always ready to join in any pastime suggested by the group he’s with.

Boom, surprise birthday party! How do they react to surprises?

He’d pretend not to be surprised at all – but there’s no way he would have forgotten to organize his own birthday party. At home, this would be a very dignified meet-and-greet. In Italy it would be a picnic by some scenic ruins with good wine and a select circle of friends (plus their travelling-companions, private secretaries, or whatever they wish to call them).

Do they like to wear jewelry?

No. He retired the family’s signet ring and had a more practical stamp made for sealing letters. (Like all my characters he doesn’t wear a wedding ring because those are are such clumsy meshes, a nuisance to put on in CAS and only add to the blur of other accessories.)

Do they have neat or messy handwriting?

Neat handwriting, signature with lots of frills

What are two emotions they feel the most?

Mild amusement, cool stubbornness

Do they have a favorite fabric?

Anything that looks and feels like high quality. Not necessarily limited to a particular material.

What kind of accent do they have?

A French one, when he speaks English. His Italian is accent-free and his French is supposed to be very posh (if only my own weren't so poor!)

Tagging @windermeresimblr and @kimmiessimmies

[constesplanetarium]

☼⚠︎Yandere Bartender x GN!Reader Oneshot

Darkness rating ) 5/10 : “Do you need a bandaid?”

Neither the bartender nor the reader have any specific appearance, so you can imagine them however you’d like. ^^

The only thing I specified is that the bartender's name is Marcus (potential new oc, you might see him around more often :) If I do write him more, expect his character to change here and there (maybe he’ll be a little less crazy than this one shot of him) ^^

I might edit it a bit to fix up some things here and there, but for now, enjoy :)

THERE’S ANOTHER PART TO THIS!!! consider this part his current version :)

you can read it here!!!

CONTENT WARNINGS (Spoilers)!!!

Blood/Blood being unknowingly consumed.

In the bonus portion, there are mentions of stalking, needles/syringes, and general obsession around the end of the one-shot. Also a light smut mention near the end :)

Word count: Around 4k words (I got carried away lolz)

Soft jazz music fills every empty part of your head as you step into the dimmed bar. The bar has a certain warm, cabin like vibe that makes a fuzzy feeling spread throughout your whole body, alongside the delicate musk of alcohol, whether it be tequila or vodka. Luckily for you, there are only two people at the bar stools, both sitting on opposite sides, so you get to fit yourself snugly in the middle, away from everyone else. In the middle of the bar table, a man is slowly cleaning an empty glass with a rag, looking extremely bored with his life. He’s obviously not busy, so maybe he can serve you a drink or two.

You walk up to the bar stools, and he immediately looks up at you making your way over, setting his glass down with a small clink. He throws the rag aside and rests his hands on the table as you sit up on the stool.

“Hey, you’re coming in a little late, huh?” He taps his fingers on the watch set on his wrist, and you suddenly feel a bit insecure sitting on that stool. It was a bit late, about 11:37 PM. “No, It’s alright, I’ll still serve you. What can I get you?” He gives you a soft smile, bending down and resting his hand on his cheek as he stares into your eyes. A soft twinge of embarrassment fills your body, as you get a good look at him up close. This guy is pretty good-looking. He gazes at you for a couple of seconds until he snaps out of it, his eyes darting away for a moment. “Sorry.” He laughs and looks back at you. “I’m a bit tired, it’s been a long shift. You can call me Marcus.” He stands back up and taps the gold nameplate on his chest, reading out his name in black text and a fancy, cursive font.

… Marcus?

“... Oh! Yeah! You’re in one of my classes aren’t you?!” His face practically lights up and he shakes his hands around in excitement. “Thank god, someone to talk to here!”

He sits around the back of your class, always tending to be more quiet than everyone else. You’ve only talked with him once or twice during a group project, and even then, it wasn’t really a conversation. You've never seen him with anyone else around campus either, but at the same time, you rarely see him around at all. No wonder you didn't recognize who he was at first.

“Oh right, obviously you’re here to order something. Duh.” He goes cross-eyed and bumps his head mockingly, afterward looking back at you. “What can I get you?”

You’re still quiet for a few seconds, and then he raises a brow at you. “... You don’t know what to get, do you?”

No. No, you don’t.

“That’s fine. I’m indecisive too.” He sends a small wink your way, small shivers rising up your spine. It’s more embarrassment than fear. You aren’t exactly dressed to impress at the moment. “How about a suggestion? I know some good drinks since, well, I work here.”

You nod your head eagerly, not wanting to take up too much of his time. It’s not like anyone's waiting for him, though.

He grins at your acceptance of his offer, and he rubs his chin a little, taking small glances at the environment around you two. You assume he’s thinking about what drink to serve you, and suddenly, he clasps his hands together.

“How about a bloody mary?”

You’re not a hard drinker, per se, but you know enough to understand what a bloody mary is. It’s that one drink with vodka, tomato juice, and lemon juice, isn’t it?

… Isn’t there hot sauce in that drink?

You raise your brow at his suggestion. A bloody mary? You weren’t really in the mood to drink anything too heavy, nor anything with vodka and hot sauce poured in it. He could see your hesitation and laughed it off with a smile.

“No blood mary, huh?” He rubs his neck and looks up at the ceiling, apparently thinking of another drink to make you. His eyes suddenly flicker back to yours. “How about a shirley temple? It’s non-alcoholic if alcohol is what you’re worrying about in the first place.”

Your head tilts at the drink suggestion. You’ve never been to too many bars, and each time you’ve gone, all you’ve gotten is a glass of water or a bit of soda. He senses your confusion and drums his fingers on the table.

“It’s a mix of ginger ale and a splash of grenadine, all with a cherry on top.” He makes a motion with his right hand as if he’s topping an ice cream cone with that exact cherry. “Grenadine is a sort of pomegranate syrup if you didn’t know. Good stuff. Though, if you don’t like ginger ale, I can always use different things.” He extends his hand to you and starts to count on his fingers. “Lemon-like soda, lemonade, or even orange juice if you want. Oh!” A bright smile spreads on his face, making you admire how cheerful he is. “I can even mix two drinks if you want. I personally like to make mine with lemon-lime soda and ginger ale.”

Oh? That doesn’t sound bad at all. You nod and he claps his hands excitedly. “You want my version?! Alright!” He laughs and fixes himself up, pretending to slick his hair back as he puffs his chest out, providing you with a small comedic show. “Uhm, excuse me though, I have to get an extra ingredient out the back.”

You sit there in silence for a few minutes, until he comes back with a small, shot glass full of a dark, red liquid. He swishes it around a bit and sets it aside.

“We keep some strawberry syrup in the back.” He chuckles. “I always like to add some to my shirley temple.”

Strawberry syrup? Wow, this drink actually sounds delicious. Surprising, since it was a drink recommended to you on a random whim.

He reaches down and emerges with a tall, empty glass, alongside a small can of lemon-lime soda, and ginger ale. “Alright, you get to watch me work.” He hums happily, reaching down again and pulling out the grenadine.

Er, now that you get a good look at him, he looks paler than he did a few minutes ago… Is he alright?

“Pale?” He pours ice into a shaker and the empty glass as he raises a brow at you. “Do I look like that?” He shakes the cans of soda around, cracking both of them open at the same time using the table ledge. He gives you a small chuckle and wink. “I told you, long shift, remember? Ah, the regulars were extra ruthless this evening…” He murmurs, pouring the grenadine into the empty tall glass, alongside the full shot glass of strawberry syrup. “A group of old guys that come in every so often. A group of 4.”

The syrup is strangely liquidy for a so-called “syrup”, but you don’t think anything of it. “They ordered like, 10 drinks, I’m telling you. It was all heavy shit too.” He stops and chuckles quietly. “Sorry. I’m not supposed to curse at work. Anyway, they’re all heavy-ass drinkers.” He starts to shake the ginger ale and lemon-lime soda together in the shaker, looking at you as he does so. “Like, how many drinks can a 56-year-old man down? A lot, I’ll tell you.” He pulls the lid off the shaker and peers into the cup randomly. “Luckily, it’s pretty slow now, just take a look around.” He licks his lips as he pops the lid for the shaker back on, and he pours the shaken liquid into the glass, bending down again to emerge with a single cherry. “Too bad that was the most exciting thing to happen to me today. Just a bunch of old guys being loud. I was almost thinking about kicking them out, but they tip well, so… Eh.” He tops the drink off dramatically, acting like it’s a ticking time bomb ready to explode, before dropping the act and handing you your drink. “You better drink it all before I do.”

You grin as you take a good look at the glass in front of you. The grenadine and strawberry syrup at the bottom made an extremely pretty red ombre effect after the soda was poured into it. You lift the glass to your lips, as he looks at you eagerly, full of interest, and you take a couple of sips.

… This tastes odd. Not odd in the sense that it’s bad, or in the sense that you were drugged, he’s a bartender. He wouldn’t do that.

Would he?

You take a small glance up at him before taking another few sips, and it hits you.

Yeah… This does taste a bit odd. You purse your lips in discontent.

… Is that the small taste of iron?

You look up at him in confusion. You’re not bleeding from your mouth, you’re sure of it. Is the grenadine or strawberry syrup expired? He frowns as you stare at him.

“What’s wrong? Do you not like the drink?” He rubs his arm uncomfortably, and looks at the drink, placing his hand on top of yours. “I can make a new one if you’d like.”

He did make the drink in front of you, and you didn’t see any sort of drug added into it, alongside the fact that he’s offering to make a whole new drink for you… He didn’t drug it after all, huh?

“No, it’s okay, I, uh, understand how people can be nowadays.” He tried to laugh it off, but his smile faded into one of discomfort. “Sorry. It might taste a little funny, it’s just the way I prefer to make it.”

You shake your head and bring the drink to your lips again, taking another couple of sips to show him that you don’t mind. You just assume it’s one of those drinks that you just have to get used to the more you drink it, similar to a rich whisky or even just fairly sour lemonade.

“Oh.” He leans down and rests his arms on the table, watching you drink your shirley temple with joy. “It’s still good, right?”

You give him a small thumbs-up of approval, and he chuckles to himself quietly.

“Good, that’s good…” He pauses and takes a small look around the bar. It looks like he wants to say something.

“Are you, uh… Are you busy for the rest of the night? My shift ends at 1:30 AM tonight. I’m working overtime, so…” His eyes don’t meet with yours, as he stares at your drink. The deep reds swirl at the bottom of the cup. “It’s only me tonight. Everyone else already left. Look.”

You didn’t even notice.

No one else is in the bar anymore. It’s only you and him.

… He looks so sad at the thought of being alone. It’s not like you’re busy or anything later, right after this you’re going home. Even more, you took the bus here, and there’s been news of recent kidnappings after bus rides recently…

“You’ll stay? Really?!” He grins and claps his hands together a couple of times. “Hell yeah! Oh, hold on.” He runs over to the door of the bar, flips the “Open” sign to “Closed”, and he locks the door. He makes his way back over to you and starts to talk again. While he walks over, you take some more sips of your drink, and you were right, it gets better and better as you drink it. “I can make you another drink if you’d like. How about another shirley temple? Maybe a virgin sunrise tequila cocktail? Hmm…” He pushes the small door blocking people from getting access to the bar, and starts to take off his vest. “Maybe a New York sour?” He sets the vest aside, placing it next to you on the table. His gold nameplate glitters in the dim lighting of the bar, and he lets out a small sigh. “Uhm, thanks for staying with me, by the way. I know you just started to know me but it’s really nice of you…” He gets quieter and quieter, and it comes to a point where he stops talking to just stare at you.

… He’s starting to look scary.

“Hmm?” He snaps out of it once you ask him if he’s okay, and he shakes his head, brushing it off. “Sorry, sorry. I’m still tired.” He fixes his shirt, running his hands down and up his chest to get rid of all the wrinkles. “Er, how about we start sitting together in class? You don’t sit with anyone you know.”

How does he know that?

“I mean, you’re always alone when you walk in class, and you never talk to anyone either, so…” He laughs a little, taking a quick glance at your drink. The drink is almost finished, and just a bit of the grenadine and syrup sit at the bottom. “Want me to make you another one?”

You nod and he leaves you for another few minutes, just to come back out with another shot glass, full of that same strawberry syrup. You wonder why he doesn’t just bring the bottle out, since you’ll probably just ask for another one after this.

“The bottle?” He grins and starts to prepare the drink again, popping open the soda cans against the table like he did earlier. “It’s not a bottle. It’s this fat-ass container. Think of those big ass bottles of ketchup they have at like fast food places or something.” He pours the grenadine and syrup into the glass again, and you get a good look at his face. He’s pale again. Does he feel sick? But you remember that he’s tired, and brush it off as soon as the thought enters your head. “It’s a hassle to bring it out, so what the other servers do is they’ll bring out a shot glass of it to make drinks, like this.” He picks up the shot glass to point your attention to it, and pours the soda and ginger ale in the shaker. “We’ve been thinking that it would just be better to have a small bottle of it out here, like the ones with the vented pourer at the top, those glass ones, yeah?” He shakes the drink, ice rattling around in the container. “Or maybe one of those syrup pourers you see in those pancake places, haha.” He stops and pours the soda into the cup, making that beautiful ombre effect again. “Want the cherry?”

Yes, please.

He grins at your nodding and bends down, pulling up a single cherry as he tops your drink. “You didn't even eat the cherry in the last one.”

Oh yeah, you didn’t. You glance at the empty cup full of ice, and the single cherry lying there.

“I got it.” He reaches into the cup and takes the cherry out by the stem, setting the cherry in his mouth. You watch him chew on it as you take a few sips of your drink, that mellow taste filling your mouth again. He pulls the stem off and takes the cherry pit out of his mouth. “I, uh, I always hate the pit.” He tried to laugh but suddenly seemed a little out of breath. He looks away and you saw his face shift from happy to… You can’t tell.

“Hold on, the trash is right here…”He bends down, almost bumping into the bar table, and seemingly throws both the pit and stems away. “Sorry, I suddenly feel tired.”

You frown and take a good look at him. He does look strangely sick all of a sudden.

“Hmm? Oh, no, it’s fine! I don’t have to leave yet, ahaha…”

“... Close early? No, it’s fine.” He hums and grabs a random rag, suddenly cleaning the bar table, and making swirling motions with his hand. “I have to clean up anyway.” He points to the tables around you two, littered with dirty glasses. “Uhm, give me a few minutes, okay? This won’t take long at all.”

You watch him run around the clean every table, scrubbing them down and washing the dishes. You offered to help several times, yet he refused your assistance every time, brushing it all off with an “I’m fine!” or an “I’m almost done.” Around 30 minutes had passed, and even after he finished cleaning, he made you another drink.

“You feelin’ okay?” He takes a seat next to you, on your side of the bar this time. You’re on your third drink by now, and this time you decided to let him make a New York sour, damn these drinks are good. “You’re not tired, are you?”

Shouldn’t you be the one asking him that?

“Me? I’m okay!” Granted, the color did return to his face, and he seemed a bit more peppy now. “We just have a few minutes until 1:00 AM.”

You take the last sips of your drink and think.

…You have classes early tomorrow.

“... Leave early? Why?” He frowns and looks at you. “Ah, do you actually feel tired? Sick?” He sets his hand on your forehead, making your face warm up. He leans in close to you, and you can practically feel his breath on your neck. “... Do you need anything?” He speaks softly to you, as if you’re a loved one, a significant other. You don’t say anything, and just shake your head a little to his question. He nods. “If you need anything, I’m here.” He hums, his hand making its way to your cheek. “You’re too warm, maybe you really are sick…”

You shake your head no aggressively, frowning at his gesture. You’re sure he meant well, but he can’t just touch you out of nowhere like that. What the hell is his problem?

“... Sorry.” He murmurs, moving his hand away, and it falls loosely to his side. He takes a peer at his watch and is quiet for a few seconds. “It’s almost 1:00 AM. Do you really want to leave early…?”

Yes. Yes you do. He looks at you a little heartbroken, but shakes his head, as if to get the feeling out of his body, and he just smiles. “It’s fine. C’mon.” He steps off the stool and grabs his vest, beckoning you over. “I’ll have to drive you home, unless you have an Uber at this hour?”

You wince. The buses aren’t open this late, but it’s not like you were going to take one anyway. No way in hell you were going to take an Uber either.

“Sure, just give me your address.” He locks the bar door behind him, then he leads you to his car, and it’s a nice black sports-like car. You can totally see him driving this kind of car around. He pulls the passenger door open for you, bowing a little as you step in. A few seconds later he sits into the driver's seat and turns the car on. “Your address?”

…

His face turns into one of shock, and then he grins. “No fucking way. You live in my apartment complex?”

Woah. It’s coincidence after coincidence with this guy.

“Well shit, this makes everything easier.”

The cold air hits you suddenly as you step out of his car, and the little jingle of his keys makes you turn to him.

“What floor do you live on?”

The second floor. And your next-door neighbors are dickheads.

“Mmn. Me too.” He chuckles and slips the keys into his pocket, rubbing his arm again. You both walk to the building and he just talks along the way. “It’s a bit cooler today than it was last night, haha. I would’ve brought my coat, but I didn’t check the weather this afternoon…” You both make your way to the stairs and start to walk up. You take your keys out of your pocket in advance. “I was going to ask which room you live in, but that’s a little much, huh?”

Eh, you might as well tell him, right?

“205, huh? I’m literally down at 210.” The lights in the hallway are dimmed as you both try to step in as quietly as you can, especially you. “Want me to drop you off at your room? I don’t mind.”

You shake your head, but thank him for the offer.

“Mmn, see you tomorrow classmate.” He hums and waves you goodbye as he keeps on walking to his room. You wave goodbye too, push the keys into your lock, twist, and then walk into your apartment.

Home sweet home.

✧─── ･ ｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ───✧

𝔹𝕠𝕟𝕦𝕤 ℙ𝕆𝕍!

I watch them walk back into their apartment, and take a glance at the 205 on their door. It’s not like I didn’t already know anyway. I’ve known that they live with me for a long time now.

They need to become more aware of their surroundings. What if someone else besides me was following them home? To their classes, to their favorite place to eat, to their doctor appointments…

I step into my apartment, and it suddenly hits me again.

Holy shit. They drank all of it. Every drink I gave them. And they loved it. Every single one.

A part of me, inside them. Oh, how incredible…

I feel my cock harden in my pants, and I grip my keys tightly. I don’t want to do that right now, but I don’t think I can fight that urge for long

I sigh dreamily and throw my keys onto the kitchen counter, digging into my pocket as I pull out the two cherry pits and stems from their drinks. I can feel my heart pound as I stare at the pits. I get to add something else to my collection, wow…

I don’t take my eyes off the pits for even a moment as I push my bedroom door open, squatting down and pulling out my box. Black, decorated with a red ribbon. I set the pits and stems into the corner, along with the pen they dropped one day while they were walking in front of me.

I hesitate for a moment, before pulling out the capped syringe from my pocket. I stare at the dried-up blood inside the tube, dropping it inside the box with everything else. I have to clean it. The blood’s gonna rot if I don’t, but I’ll just do it tomorrow.

I’m so excited, I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep tonight.

I can feel my hands shake, and even the blood run through my veins. Tomorrow needs to hurry up and come. I need to see them again…

[vivalioo]

Hi! Can I get some headcanons about the stardust crusaders crew with a s/o that has a stand that has the ability to make an enemy stand user laugh so hard by emitting a laughing gas? it basically give's other stand user's an opening to get a hit in on the enemy. and the stand itself looks like a small cute clown.(literally the size of heaven's door)

Bonus: the S/o wants to be a stand-up Comedian.

I LOVE WHERE YOUR MIND IS AT if you haven't already you should totally make this an OC because I'd love to see this idea come to life!! Also I feel like I'm definitely the target audience for this. My nickname was giggles in highschool because I couldn't stop laughing all the time and it'd be so contagious also I LOVE CLOWNS!! Thank you for this request it is chefs kiss 

I don't believe any warnings apply here, oh but I did realize right as I finished writing this that I have the habit of inserting the reader into the story of part 3 for requests instead of making general headcanons so if that bothers anybody that requests for SDC pls feel free to ask for general headcanons! 

Without further ado some hcs for @lumithegremlin for an s/o with a clown stand who emits laughing gas!! :D Hope you enjoy

Jotaro Kujo

-Jotaro probably wouldn't be very enthusiastic about you coming along with the crusaders to Egypt, but hear me out okay

-He has a lot of concerns about whether or not your laughing gas would be enough to keep enemy stand users at bay, he'd rather not see you get hurt, especially if he can help it! This concern probably manifests itself outwardly as anger, because we all know how bad he is with his feelings 

-Eventually he finds a compromise with you, that allows you to be in his sight at all times while you work together to subdue enemies

-Whether he actually communicates this to you or it's just how things work out from his stubborn nature is up to you

-Aside from the rocky start he generally appreciates your presence, especially when you make every moment lighter with some wisecracks! He doesn't laugh out loud or break into a smile too often, he's more of an exhale through the nose kind of guy. 

-Maybe even a groan or "gimme a break" if a joke is especially cheesy 

-But he definitely wouldn't wanna change anything about you or your humor 

-He also teases you a little bit for your stand's appearance— by extension he calls you a clown as a term of endearment<3

Noriaki Kakyoin

-Kakyoin greatly admires the ability of your stand, he thinks it's a nice contrast to some of the more gruesome and dangerous abilities you both have encountered up until this point 

-At first he worried a bit that maybe you shouldn't be involved in this journey, mostly because he doesn't want to see someone who's nature of their fighting spirit is literally so wholesome in such gruesome battles, but he has a lot of faith in you to hold your own

-And he'll certainly encourage you to lean on him for support! He'll also do everything in his power to keep you safe and work with you when you fight

-He's just so thankful for your company, he loves your humor a lot and will sort of calmly respond to your anecdotes and jokes with small quips of his own. I don't think he jokes around a lot but he definitely has a sense of humor in there, and you tend to bring it out with ease!

Jean Pierre Polnareff

-Polnareff absolutely adores your stand and it's ability! You two would be an unstoppable duo— between your stand's laughing gas as a distraction— and his Silver Chariot who brings a swift end to any of your opponents! 

-Because of that I feel like he'll always insist you work together or at the very least stay by his side, totally not because he just wants you all to himself lolol

-He's also your number one fan when it comes to your stand-up career, if you like to tell jokes during the trip he's probably the easiest to make laugh and it's always obnoxiously loud 

-But he just adores you a lot and will find anything you say funny really

-He's also one of the best people to joke around with, you remember that submarine scene with the hand signals from the gif? Yeah you're definitely involved there somewhere 

Muhammad Avdol

-Avdol is such a sweetheart I love him, I honestly can't see him having any problem with your stand at all

-He's the most outwardly supportive when it comes to you, especially with you wanting to be a stand-up comedian. It's crucial for everyone to be in high spirits during this adventure, he finds your humor one of the most important things to preserve! So of course, he'd go any length to protect you

-But you'll have to break him out of his shell initially, he takes his role in the group very seriously and sometimes he's cautious to the point of forgetting to indulge in a little fun now and then

-That's why you two complement each other well! You can see his progression throughout the journey as he starts to allow himself to relax around you and the crusaders. You truly bring out the best in him. And who doesn't love Avdol when he's being mischievous? His first appearance with Polnareff after his 'death' was honestly my favorite, he'll probably look to you for approval with his own practical jokes (even if the nature of this one was pretty extreme. But it was for a good cause!)

Joseph Joestar 

-Okay you can't give me this prompt and not expect me to bring up the desert scene when they were up against The Sun

-The poor guy thought everyone was losing their sanity in there, and he wondered if maybe you were using your ability on everyone else to make them laugh. 

-The fear was short lived though, mostly because he loved you and trusted you enough to know better from you, as well as the fact that the gas would have to affect him as well. Then his concern just grew into the fear that he was losing you too! 

-Okay aside from that I think he finds the nature of your ability pretty fascinating in of itself, something very unconventional for fighting but when used tactfully it can be pretty powerful! 

-He'll probably encourage you to stay away from battle, mostly because your stand is so unconventional as well as the fact that he probably can't protect you very well with Hermit Purple (not that he wouldn't go down without trying anyway)

-He's a little insecure about it, but that's why he needs you with him to talk strategy! He's sure that with your combined skill and power you could get yourselves out of any situation 

-It's very easy to get a laugh out of him, and I'm sure he'll make you laugh quite a few times as well even if unintentionally (because it wouldn't be Joseph if he didn't make a fool out of himself)

-Oh and it's safe to say he absolutely supports your career, he'll do anything he can to help and he'll even try to offer up material for your jokes at any given time 

[misc-obeyme]

THE THREADS THAT BIND

MASTERPOST

GN!MC x Barbatos - Complete

SUMMARY: You're staying at the Demon Lord's Castle when you're bound to Barbatos because of a curse. The curse affects you in odd ways as you work to find a way to break it.

OTHER CHARACTERS: Solomon, Diavolo, a demon OC attending RAD, an OC sorcerer

INCLUDES: Angst and drama, but a happy ending. Some distressing content such as nightmares, will be tagged in the warnings on each chapter.

NOTES: Takes place sometime after season 3 of the OG and includes spoilers for season 2 in later chapters. All chapters with spoilers will be tagged. Also I definitely took some artistic liberties with the mechanics of magic... because I like making stuff up lol. You can find more about my OC Arsenios here!

CHAPTERS

Chapter One | word count 1,182 | includes violence and injury, sorcerer OC

Chapter Two | word count 2,181 | MC recovering from previous injury

Chapter Three | word count 1,829 | Solomon appears

Chapter Four | word count 1,261 | MC has nightmares

Chapter Five | word count 1,217 | a time skip

Chapter Six | word count 1,271 | MC has some troubled sleep again

Chapter Seven | word count 1,024 | spoilers for OG season 2, demon OC

Chapter Eight | word count 1,407 | demon OC

Chapter Eight and a Half | word count 1,377 | a bonus chapter

Chapter Nine | word count 1,775 | demon OC, sorcerer OC, magical violence, MC in pain

Chapter Ten | word count 1,159 | demon OC

Chapter Eleven | word count 1,271 | some angst as MC struggles with their feelings

Chapter Twelve | word count 1,410 | a lot more angst, MC is crying

Chapter Thirteen | word count 1,187 | the final scene

Epilogue | word count 1,910 | nsfw mdni, oral & penetration (reader receiving), pet names, some cheese lol

masterlist | Thank you for reading!

[whumpty-dumpty-doo]

“We Are TroubleD” Masterpost

Welcome to the "We Are TroubleD" masterpost! Here you will find a list of things related to my OC whump fic "We Are TroubleD"! If any links aren’t working, please let me know!

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Story Overview:

Two college boys have their peaceful lives ripped apart when a ransom-seeking stranger abducts D, the son of wealthy parents. The kidnapper gets more than he bargained for when T, D’s roommate is home during the invasion. In captivity the friends must lean on each other to survive their harrowing situation and find a way out of their shared hell.

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Rating:

18+ - contains mature themes

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Series content warnings, Chapters, FAQ and more below the cut!

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Content warnings:

Please note that each chapter/entry will have its own individual content warnings listed at the top of its page. Not all of these elements will appear in every chapter (especially the more intense and mature things, those will come much later in the story and will have clear warnings, so you should be safe for a while if you want to avoid that stuff!)

Overall warnings for this story’s content include (but aren’t limited to):

abuse (physical, emotional, and mental), blood, bondage, cages, captivity, crying, distress, drugging, dub-con, emotional whump, fear, forced participation (in sexual and non-sexual acts), gaslighting, hunger/starvation, hurtful language, injuries, insults, kidnapping, manhandling, non-con (both sexual and non-sexual), pet whump, physical violence, shocking, sickness, stress positions, swearing, things that are neither safe nor sane, thirst, threats, restraints

This list will be updated as things come up or need to be removed.  

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Character Profiles:

Coming Soon!

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Canon story:

Coming soon!

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Misc. entries and one-shots (some might be worked into the canon story later):

Listed in chronological order, even if they were posted out of order due to an event/whump prompt.

The Capture (D's POV) – D comes home to an unwelcome surprise after a night out on the town – Day 1 of WoW's Birthday Whump Event!

It's Never Enough – D and T are in need of sustenance, but their captor likes to play sick games – Day 2 of WoW's Birthday Whump Event! --- 3 part mini story ---

Cut Me Loose – Part 1 of 3 - A crazy stroke of luck allows the boys a chance to escape if only they can cut through their bonds. – Day 3 of WoW's Birthday Whump Event!

A Shocking Offence – Part 2 of 3 - T must find help if he hopes to save both D and himself. – Day 4 of WoW's Birthday Whump Event!

Feeling Bushed – Part 3 of 3 - With their captor so close, T must be very careful to avoid being spotted. – Day 5 of WoW's Birthday Whump Event! BONUS CHAPTER!

Feeling Bushed - Trailing Behind - You never know who's watching...

A Breathtaking View - D is desperate to buy T more time to find help - Day 14 of WoW's Birthday Whump Event!

See No Evil, Hear No Evil, Speak no Evil - D's captor returns from searching for the escaped T, and D is left wondering just what happened to his friend. - Day 8 of WoW's Birthday Whumpe Event!

White Out - D slowly loses himself mentally, physically, and emotionally. - Day 6 of WoW's Birthday Whump Event!

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Alternate Universes (AUs):

Coming soon!

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Art:

Coming soon!

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FAQ:

Are “T”, “D”, and “Their Captor” really these character’s names? For now, yes, but probably not forever! They are stand-in placeholder names until I can think of proper names for these guys. I wanted to get the entries that I wrote for WoW's Birthday Whump Event! posted in time, so they don’t have names yet. Can’t rush those things, yanno? Hopefully when I’m ready to post the actual canon story they’ll all have real names!

How old are the characters in your main story? D and T are college age, though Iʻm not sure what specific ages yet. Theyʻre both beyond legal drinking age, and D is slightly older than T. Thatʻs all I know for now, as Iʻm still writing the main canon story.  They might be older or younger in side fics/AUs. If so, Iʻll state it in the post of the story entry itself.

Why is the “D” capitalized in “We Are TroubleD”? Because right now the characters stand-in names are “T” and “D”, so “T”rouble"D”! “We” are T and D, and they are in trouble because they are whump characters.

How often will you update the canon story? Hopefully frequently once I get it off the ground, but you can never really predict that. Iʻm going to try to have as much as I can done of the whole story before I start posting in earnest, so hopefully once it starts going you wonʻt have to wait long!

Can I draw/write about your characters? Sure! Though it might be a bit challenging without references or profiles for them yet. Fingers crossed Iʻll have those made for the future! The one thing I ask is that if you create anything with my characters, please link back to me and donʻt claim them as your own. Thanks!

[lexicals]

[ID: A 4 panel comic featuring a spidersona/oc (Weaver) and another unnamed spider-person, drawn sketchily in mostly monochrome with a few red accents. Weaver has a medium build and is wearing a spider-man esque body suit with a sleeveless shirt and shorts over the top, as well as a hooded cape with the hood pulled back. The other spider-person is tall and skinny and wearing a simple body suit with minimal details.

In the first panel Weaver is sitting on the edge of some kind of structure with web held taut between their fingers. The other spider-person's head appears upside-down on the top left of the frame as they say "Uh, hey. What are you doing?" Weaver replies "Prepping webs for later," and the other spider replies "Cool, cool."

In the next panel, they're partially hanging from the ceiling as they twist to get a closer look, saying "Wait, you make your own webs? Like, from your body?" Weaver is holding up a section of web to inspect it, and distractedly replies "Uh, yeah, how else would you make them?"

In the third panel the other spider has dropped onto the same ledge as Weaver and is pulling down their sleeve to show a webshooter, saying "With, uh, like a chemistry set? And one of these web-shooter things? Like everyone else does??" Weaver is looking over at them, seeming surprised. They say "...huh."

In the last panel, Weaver is holding up their web with one hand as they tilt their head and say "That might explain why no-one ever wears the scarves I made them." The other spider looks awkward and replies "Maybe..." End ID.]

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Weaver being strange and offputting ft. Unnamed New Initiate Spider-Person lmao

Also don't try to tell me what's canon or not about the web shooters I have no idea how that actually works and that means I can commit to the bit as hard as I want 👍

Bonus:

[ID: A bonus panel in the same style as the above comic. The two spider-people are now sitting next to each other on the ledge. The unnamed spider is asking "It doesn't gross you out at all?" And Weaver is shrugging as they reply "Mostly I'm just glad it doesn't come out of my butt." End ID.]

[beelmons]

Escapade 2

Pairing: Spencer Reid x f!reader Rating: Explicit, readers under 18 are not advised to read this story. Tags: smut, best friends to lovers, possible angst at some point, porn with plot, mentions of weapons, minor OC appeareances for plot purposes, mentions of death for plot purposes, unprotected sex, reader drinks a bit of alcohol. Summary: The stress of the job can take a toll on one’s mind and body, and as your friend Spencer and you come to realize: there’re many fun ways to cope up with it. Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 / 3: Bonus | 4 | 5 | 6 A/N: Repost so it can appear in tags

Rewind for a bit. How was it that you ended there again? The utility closet, fucking your coworker. Ah, that’s right. One of those missions, you know the type, where Dr. Reid was sent undercover, occasionally with Morgan or Prentiss, and things got a lot more complicated than they needed to be. He made it out alive by the grace of God, and the only solace the team could find was grabbing drinks at the local bar back home.

— But, for real, miss sweet lips right here was very worried about you. — Morgan joked as he played with the handle of his glass, referring to your concern for Reid during the mission.

— Will you stop? You were the one disobeying orders and trying to bolt inside the building to pull them out.

Your playful banter with Morgan was nothing out of ordinary. The “sweet lips” nickname was, actually, given by him on your first day at work as he was trying to not-so-subtly hit on you, he had mentioned something about how being a trained hostage negotiator probably meant you were good at sweet talking. Needless to say, his advances were rejected, but your relationship had grown into a comfortable and supporting friendship after some time.

— Well, — the muscular man continued — I was in fact worried about them. Glad you two are still here with us.

He took the cup before him and raised it into a toast, the rest of the team followed, and a couple of playful cheers were heard from JJ and Penelope. Truth be told, you felt like a giant rock was lifted from your chest the second you knew Reid was alive, and the concern dissipated once you saw his face just barely scratched up. The flight back home had been quiet and tiring, so you let him rest, and it was JJ’s suggestion to grab a couple drinks before heading home, just to help everyone loosen up from the tense situation you had just gone through.

Spencer tagged along just to be polite, but you could clearly see the exhaustion in his eyes, and the flush on his cheeks were telling you that those sleepy, half-lidded eyes didn’t come only from tiredness.

— Okay. I think it’s time to call it a night. — Hotch interrupted the toast.

— Reid, Prentiss, take a couple of days off if you need them. The rest of you, I need you at the office first thing in the morning. Have a good night’s rest, and congratulations on your performance.

Your boss tossed a pair of bills onto the table as he got up to excuse himself, it was enough to cover the entire check and leave a tip to the pretty and attentive waitress that had tended to you during the evening. For sure, he was an expert on killing the mood, and certainly his tactics worked every time.

— I think I’ll take him up on that — Emily blurted out — I’ll grab some take-out and head home, see you on Monday.

— I’ll drive you. — Jennifer responded

— Oh, that’s okay, you don’t need to.

— Don’t fight with me on this, Prentiss, you had one hell of a day, I’m not about to make you walk ten blocks back to your house — JJ answered firmly once again.

With a defeated huff of her cheeks, Emily slid her jacket on and headed for the exit followed by her friend.

— Will you drive me? I didn’t bring my car thinking we would get hammered. — Garcia turned to Derek with her common playful and flirtatious demeanor.

— Anytime, anywhere, baby girl. — Morgan returned her energy with a smile — Any of you kids need a ride? — he asked in the direction where you and Reid were sitting.

— I think I’ll just walk home. — Reid said defeatedly.

— I’ll walk with you. — you quickly said when you felt Morgan’s eyes on you — I want to make sure you get there okay.

— Aww, it’s like a mama bear protecting her cub — Garcia said as she brought her hands up to her chest.

— Actually, cubs follow their mothers, not the other way around, so that would make ME the mama bear.

The three of you stared at Reid with utter disbelief, and that’s when you realized he, too, was a bit impaired, your hunch hadn’t been wrong, it was better if you made sure he made it back home okay.

— Sometimes it’s a good idea to think before you speak, pretty boy — Morgan said playfully as he gently guided Garcia to the exit.

You couldn’t help but laugh a little bit at his ridiculous statement. You knew he was a cautious man, in fact, he didn’t talk much out of fear of not being understood by his coworkers, but you didn’t mind at all the odd, yet funny, comments that he would let out from time to time.

— Come on, mama bear. — you joked as you patted his back as a sign for him to get up.

The walk back to his apartment was rather quiet. You knew he was tired, and even when his wounds weren’t deep, they seemed to at least be itching, or so you could tell by the way he brought his hands to touch them every couple of minutes. He wasn’t the one to start conversations, even when you had gotten comfortable around each other, so it was up to you to initiate if what you wanted was to talk.

— You have to change the band aids, that’s why it’s itchy. — you said as to break the ice.

— Sometimes I forget I work with profilers… — he responded — can’t do anything without you noticing, can I?

— I mean, it is our job to observe and inquire, you can’t really turn it off at will.

— Yeah, can become a bit of a course, can’t it? — he said with a bit of sadness in his voice.

— Something on your mind? — you questioned as you caught up with the tone.

— Just like… three million useless facts people don’t really want to hear about.

Both of you laughed the statement off, and the rest of the walk continued in utter silence accompanied by the sounds of the streets of Quantico. Once you finally arrived at the entrance, Spencer opened the door before turning back at you questioningly. You didn’t give him a chance to kick you out with a gentle ‘good night’ as you pushed him inside his apartment with you following behind. You kicked the door closed with your heel.

— No need to be so rough. — he said half-heartedly in a lame attempt to joke.

— You would have told me to leave otherwise, I promise I’m just making sure you are taking care of your wounds and getting something else in your stomach, not just wine.

He sat on the, oddly neat, couch in the center of his home as you rummaged through his fridge, finding nothing much than old instant ramen and a couple old take-out boxes. You sighed to yourself and took out your phone to order something through an app. It was not the first time you had been at Spencer’s, it wasn’t like you were just coworkers or strangers, you were close and attentive to each other. Because of this last part, you knew exactly where his medicine drawer was in the bathroom, and he knew to leave you alone as you did your will around his place.

Once you had finally gathered everything you headed back to where your partner was sitting, his face covered by a book, as per usual, about something you didn’t even quite understand from the title. You tugged at his forearm to ask him to redirect his attention to you, and he gave in without a complaint. You started to remove the worn covers and bandages on his face just to check the status of the wounds.

— They seem fine, I’ll just clean them up a bit. — You reassured him.

As you moved your hands, with care, around his face he let out a couple of winces, mostly because the alcohol felt a little bit too cold against his skin. The position bending over was getting uncomfortable, so you decided to prop yourself into the couch as well and turned his head in your direction. You didn’t notice how he was looking at your focused face, with a glimmer on his eyes you wouldn’t even recognize. After all the bandages were changed you finally pulled back and sat flush against the couch.

— All done. — you said proudly, and the smile that drawn on your face imitated your sentiment.

You accidentally ran into his eyes looking deep into yours, with that particular and small smile that he used to wear in public. The sight creeped you out a little bit, it was unlike him to stare in such a way, but before you could question him about it, it was his turn to break the silence.

— I… uh…. I wanted to thank you. — he said as he diverted his eyes to his fidgeting hands.

— What for? —  your brows furrowed in genuine confusion.

— Worrying about me.

— Come on, Spencer, we all worry about you, you know that. — you pushed him on the shoulder lightly, as to indicate that his words were ridiculous.

— Right. — to your surprise, his voice seemed disappointed, and you noticed his lips purse up. You were afraid you might have made him think that you only cared for him since it was your job, which was far from reality.

— I do wish you would stop finding yourself in these kinds of situations, a girl can only handle so many heart attacks. — you tried to fix the previous statements.

— This job… — he continued, almost as if he didn’t listen to your explanation — sometimes, it’s just hard to tell who’s genuine and who isn’t, you know? How do you trust someone after seeing the rest of the world betray what’s most sacred to them?

— Hey, hey. — now it was your turn to sound slightly shaken — I trust you. Do you trust me?

— Of course — he almost muttered.

— Then, there’s that. — you unconsciously laid a hand on his thigh, you were really just trying to soothe him, calm him down a bit, but your eyes met, and you could see the deep emotions he was feeling reflected all over them. It was in that moment, that you focused on how handsome your partner was. Not that you hadn’t noticed before, you knew Dr. Reid was attractive, but having him so close to you, and being slightly intoxicated yourself, you were starting to pay close attention at his features, how his hair was always slightly messy, and his cheek bones were prominent. Without thinking much, you leaned in enough for your lips to attach to his jaw line. You felt him shudder and retract under your touch, and it snapped you back to reality. — Sorry, sorry, I was just trying to comfort you, and I got carried away. I just wanted you to relax, you look so tense since we came back from the mission.

You almost bolted off the couch at his reaction, but the grip of his hand on your forearm kept you in place.

— I wasn’t complaining! — he blurted out loudly, after a second he cleared his throat and lowered his voice again. — Why don’t you… Why don’t you show me what you had in mind.

His boldness surprised you, but he was still letting you take the lead, and if you hadn’t thought about sleeping with Spencer Reid before, which, by the way, you had, now it was the only thing on your mind. You made sure to loosen his grip on your arm and noticed the faint sense of terror on his face, probably thinking you were going to slip away anyways. As to reassure your presence, you moved quickly to the floor as you stroked his thighs, positioning yourself in between his legs as you kneeled. He looked confused, and flushed, at your actions. Was he imagining this? While he was lost in thought, your hands started to wander toward his belt buckle.

— Can I? — you asked, rather innocently.

— S-Sure. — he stuttered, still fully unable to process the image before him.

You worked you way through the hoops of the belt and button of his pants, and once you could see the thinner fabric of his boxers, you couldn’t help but to rub the bulge gently, trying to catch a feel of the effect you were causing on him. You earned a soft, yet needy, breath from his lips, and it filled you with a boost of confidence you hadn’t felt before. You felt him half hard underneath the clothing and you knew there was no going back, pulling the waistband of his briefs a little lower you reached for the member that was dying to be freed.

He wasn’t particularly thick or long, but as you wrapped your fingers around his shaft you couldn’t help but feel like it was just perfect for you. You gave his member a few experimental strokes and rejoiced on the high-pitched moans you produced in his throat. You felt the muscles on his thighs tighten and tense up since you had your elbows propped onto them.

— Relax, Reid. — you told him from your position. Truth be told, you just wanted to get his attention back to your face, and you looked him straight in the eye as you positioned his tip by the entrance of your mouth.

The sight tinted his entire face red, and you took that as a sign to start lowering your lips. You took a first, small bob on his member, and the second one went deeper than before. Your tongue moved around the tip as your motions kept a steady pace, his hands were gripping tightly on the fabric of the couch, and he had bent over slightly from the pleasure, his moans were restrained, almost as if he was afraid of being heard. You continued your motion with your eyes closed, each time attempting to get further down without hurting your throat, your hand went along paying attention to the areas your lips were unable to reach; he started to lose his composure, you felt him start moving his hips against your mouth doubtfully, and you took the opportunity to pull back and catch your breath.

He looked a little shaken at the loss of contact and was forced to open the eyes that had remained tight shut, and when your eyes met, you looking up from in between his legs, his cock rubbing a against the outside of your cheek, you felt him twitch in your hand.

— Come on, help me to help you. — your voice was playful, almost mischievous, as you carried on.

You gently grabbed the tips of his fingers and guided them to your hair. He caught up instantly, it’s not like he didn’t know about this, and of course he wasn’t a virgin, but you were his partner, he dared to claim you were his best friend, and he was right there in his apartment fucking your face. Greedy, greedy Spencer. He kept you still with a firm grip on your locks, not quite tugging on the strands but enough to keep you still, he leaned back to use the backrest of the couch as leverage, and he finally began to move his hips. He was cautious at first, but after he got used to the pace you could fell him get rougher, he was chasing his climax, and your throat was being punished for it. You felt him hit the back and it almost made you gag, but you kept still, his hard member sliding onto your tongue repeatedly, hitting the walls of your mouth, and you were starting to get lightheaded from the lack of air getting into your lungs.

He abruptly pulled you back from his dick and pushed you back to get you away. You watched mesmerized as he grabbed the base of his member and pumped it at an enjoyable pace for him, not shortly after, he released his sperm all over his clothes. He only gave you a raspy, suffocated moan consequently, and you felt like you had been robbed from hearing his voice the entire session.

He rested his body onto the couch, trying to catch his breath from the high still leaving his body, and it took him a couple of seconds to process what had happened, and the fact that you were still there. He straightened his back again to look at you, who had already stood up to gather your belongings. He hurried to put everything back into place and loosely buckle his belt.

— Are you, uh, are you leaving? — he said with a bit of panic in his voice as he stood back up in a rush.

— What? Not relaxed enough? — you teased with a grin as you grabbed the wallet you had left over the counter.

— No! — he hurried to exclaim — That was great. I was just thinking that… — he made a slight pause as to gather his thoughts, and he waited until you were looking in his direction to fix is gaze directly into your eyes to continue his sentence. — I can’t be the only stressed-out one, can I?

The newfound confidence sent a rush that ended up pulsating on your core. That was a side of Spencer Reid you barely got to see, and boy, was it wreaking havoc in your mind. You dropped whatever you had grabbed from his counter and headed back to where he was standing, your hand pressed against his chest as you kept advancing, forcing him to walk back until the back of his legs hit the edge of the couch and caused him to fall onto it again.

— Let me show you what I do to unwind, then.

Your tone was almost commanding. Your previous mischief had gotten you so worked up you felt like losing it at any given second. You hurried to remove the buttons of your shirt, but you didn’t quite slide it off your body. You moved to straddle his legs instead, your stomach pushing against the messed-up fabric of his clothing where he had just come couple minutes before. You leaned forward, in fact, he could have sworn you were going for his lips, but you decided to nibble on the base of his neck instead.

Reid was a lot less restrained now, guess the polite doctor façade was finally crumbling down, his throat kept emitting soft moans as you licked your way through his recently exposed chest, carefully working the button-up shirt he so commonly wore. You really just wanted to appreciate his figure, so you pulled back to take a second to appreciate his body. He was the skinny type, sure, but it didn’t make him any less manly, or hot, God was he hot. You stopped your train of thought before it spiraled into how much you wanted to fuck your coworker and got back to the actual deal; you helped him slide from his layers and he did the same for you, but the second your chest was free, you caught him staring for a bit too long.

— First time seeing a pair? — even though your brassiere was still on, you teased him playfully.

— Ha-ha. — he said sarcastically, almost mockingly, but you could see how he was beginning to tense up again. You knew he was nervous, possibly about letting you down since you were way more experienced than him, or at least that’s the concept he had of you, but you couldn’t have him second-guessing his skills this second, you just needed him to start touching you before you went insane. Once again, you decided to lean forward, your lips barely grazing the outer shell of his ear.

— Don’t over think it, Reid, just touch whatever you want to touch, kiss what you always dreamed of, and bite what you crave for.

It’s like your words unleashed something he didn’t even know was inside him. His arms curled around your waist, palms moving frenetically around the area of your back, lips attached to the area between your neck and shoulder just trying to taste whatever was available for him. The erotic noises of his open-mouthed kisses on your skin were driving you crazy, and you began to roll your hips onto him; the way he responded with movements of his own caused you to moan, sounds that were a lot less restrained than his, and before you knew, he had snapped your top underwear open. Wasting no time, his lips focused on your nipples, licking and sucking with eagerness, from one, to the other, back to the first one, he was making sure both of them were attended.

The stimulation, the friction against your dress pants, the sounds his throat couldn’t help emitting, if you weren’t careful, you would have come right there and then. You grabbed his shoulders to push yourself back, clearly to his confusion, and proceeded to remove your bottom clothes, panties included. He got the hint and quickly propped himself onto his elbows to remove his own layers, freeing his member once again. You took no longer than a second to be back on top of him, this time hovering over his lap. He stroked himself a few times in anticipation and rubbed your slit with his tip. You were wondering what he was waiting to start thrusting, and that’s when you caught a look on his eyes, almost asking for permission; you smiled and you slid down, allowing him to enter blissfully.

Your body bended backwards for your palms to grab onto his thighs for support. Your hips started moving up and down, adoring the way he was filling you up with his cock. He seemed freer this time as well, his hands gripping onto the sides of your hips to help you with the movement as his own thrusts tried to meet yours. The snapping sounds of your bodies lapping together took over the room, and your whimpers of pleasure were following behind.

— Fuck. — you heard him mutter.

Your eyes were shut, mind kidnapped by the pleasure of being taken by such a handsome man, your partner, Spencer Reid. He kept thrusting, steadily, for a little more, but when the knot in your stomach was forming and you started to clench tighter around him you could tell he was losing control by the way he was trying to push further. You decided to straighten your back to look at him, you weren’t going to be robbed of seeing him orgasm a second time, he took advantage of your new position, and he rounded his arms around your torso again, pulling you up against him to take control of the angle. You let out a pleasurable cry, the ecstasy over taking you little by little. You laid your forehead onto his, and your sights met without the wish of drifting apart, his mouth was open, your lips painfully close to each other, you could feel his breath on you, you could hear every sound, groan, and growl. The feeling of his nails greedily digging into your back was the final straw, and you pushed your hips all the way down to have him as further inside you as possible. Coincidentally, that was all for him too. You felt his sperm be poured, and you moaned a curse word as you did, his voice had gotten to a higher pitch, and his climax moan sounded heavenly as his body tensed up to release inside you.

Shortly after both had ridden your climaxes off, you rolled over to let yourself collapse onto the couch, only your heavy breaths filling the ambience.

— I don’t think I feel relaxed at all. — he said unexpectedly.

— God, Reid. — you laughed at his wording — Come on, you will feel better after you shower and get something to eat. — you patted his uncovered thigh with your palm.

— Actually, you should shower first, I think I sort of… — he took a quick glance at your lower body that didn’t go unnoticed by you — I think I might have made a bit of a mess.

It was the way he expressed himself, always so proper and chivalrous, regardless of the situation what got to you. He had just fucked your brains out, and here he was talking about it as if it was a science fair project. Whatever, you would deal with that some other day.

— I’ll take you up on that. — you answered.

You proceeded to gather your clothes and make your way to his bathroom. Under the tempered water, your mind began to play a couple of tricks on you. Had that just really happened? What the hell were you thinking? You knew the rules about fraternization, you knew the personal boundaries you had established for yourself, and most importantly, you knew Derek’s one and only advice for you: Mess with anything that moves in this world, but never with the payroll.

Deep in thought, you didn’t realize how long you had been standing there washing a random spot on your body. You shook your head. It should be fine; however, you would have to talk this through with Spencer. It couldn’t happen again, you would risk too much, everything you had worked for to be precise, and it just wasn’t worth it. No matter how good it felt or how much you wanted to repeat it. It couldn’t happen, it wouldn’t happen again.

After dressing up again, you hurried to tell him his turn in the water was up. To your surprise, he was no longer on the couch where you had left him. You headed to his room and called for his name. No answer. The door was open, however, and you pushed it carefully to peek if he had gone in there. You found him laying on his bed, a clean set of clothes on his body, soundly asleep. He probably changed since he hated feeling dirty, and you had taken so long his consciousness finally gave in. After some thought, you decided it was better to let him be, he had had a rough day after all.

You made your way to the entrance, and when you pulled on the door the figure of a man startled the hell out of you. It was the delivery boy for the take-out you had ordered before the whole ordeal. God, how did you forget? Well, to be fair, you had had a particularly good reason to not think about anything else. You paid the delivery off and placed the food inside his fridge. It got you thinking that he wouldn’t even know it was there unless you told him, Spencer, clueless Spencer. If your brain was going a mile per hour, his would go ten miles once he woke up. You knew work boundaries meant a big deal to him, and he was going to go into an anxious coma before work the next day.

You decided to look for a note pad and a ped, pretty easy to spot in a genius’s house, and write a note.

“First of all, everything I did was because I wanted to, it was not for pity, it was not the alcohol. Second, there’s curry in your fridge, eat and change your bandages. I wrote it down on here so you have to read it and will never forget, eidetic memory, am I right?”

You left it by the night table before going home, and the entire walk back, however, you couldn’t shake off one very important thought.

Was this for better, or for worse?

[somaticmilk]

Uhh - kinda out of the blue and because @firhemlock reminded me that I should finish my OC and ty @halsbandfuchs for drawing them multiple times to give me a general basis

THIS IS TWIGS TOOXHI MY TPoF OC ^0^

Intro under cut ->

Character by Soma/SomaticMilk

Fox and game based off of by @/gatobob

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Twigs Toochi/tooxhi a Beastkin based of the Dhole

(epic Southeast Asian animal you should Google)

They’re 24 years old, 5’5, and their favorite pastime (other then work </3) is mixology

They work for Fox- (epic backstory do not steal 😎😎/hj)

- not as an assistant but kinda like Rhino and Kangaroo - they're in charge of quality control using a grading system based off of Wagyu meat that Twigs made themselves marking them employee of the month^^

(Wagyu meat like a hella expensive Japanese meat that like you get a certificate for n stuff- just google it leave me alone </3)

Depending on the choices the MC chooses during the grading stage it can alter who MC ends up with in the VN

- Example: Twigs asks the MC to do a task but you/MC just stare off confused - Twigs would then mark you/MC as a B grade, staple a piece of paper on their arm, and ship em off to god knows where -

( I personally believe this would take place before the auction as a added important detail that will alter how other characters will be attracted to MC, like if they are noted to be stubborn more sadistic personality based characters will like MC and so on and so forth - any grade lower then a B will result in the death of MC as they will be labeled “Unruly to sell” )

Twigs is a horrible insomniac to the point they would have to take the same meds they use to sedate victims just to get a decent 8 hours, but if not, they would stay up for at least 5 days straight before their body completely gives out - then they finally get some shut eye and the cycle repeats again :>

(Fox banned them from getting any more sedatives because the insomnia got progressively worse, they’re currently taking 3 but if they’re not able to take 3 at a time they just give up and stay up the night)

If the MC manages to stay with Twigs they have to deal with a 5 day interval of them getting more progressively tired, irritated, and snappy - till day five they collapse on the floor and pass out causing MC to make a choice.. (this might change because I’m debating if Twigs should force the MC to stay up with them or not-)

Personality! -

Twigs is a horrible workaholic, a try hard, is extremely sympathetic, makes jokes at the worst time, and extremely quick on their feet!

Usually on a full night's rest they’re quick witted and overly nice, although after 2-3 days of not sleeping, they progressively become snappy, horrible at social cues, and going through constant migraines. In addition, they have extremely bad attachment issues and get very clingy to people when shown even just a slight bit of affection..

Appearance wise-

They have dotted line/cut mark tattoos on their hands, legs, neck, arm, ect- much like a butcher spreadsheet- and they like to keep their hair in a bun held by a chopstick (very Asian influenced let me have my fun </3)

They have eyebags, pale skin, a very slim build but quite lean, and inspired by Ren Hana they have two dark red dots right below the corner of their eyes. (Idk if I described that right but like ykk?? They’re a beast kin.. shhhh)

Colors and such -

Maroon -> black - Their hair is a black fade to maroon -

And their outfit is a simple vest suit and patch work slacks (as seen in ref sheet)

Some bonus items -

They have tics, and they whistle ALOT

- as inspired from the Dhole which (fun fact) mostly communicate through whistling! -

(Also they use their whistle as a signal! Just in case a product gets a little.. handsy and need backup)

Their tics are subtle but mostly consist of whistling, ear twitches, and the occasional nose scrunch but nothing too much.. (tics get progressively more repetitive each day without sleep)

Twigs is also a giant ass yapper so once you get them started they will not shut up.. and if you play your cards right maybe they’ll rig up the grade for ya and take you home instead <3 (can’t lose the game when you’re playing with the referee)

And that’s pretty much it! Hope you like^^

(And if they had an in-game bio it would probably be like: “A heavy insomniac. A talkative but tired person. Always feening for sleep meds or migraine relief, they’re definitely something..”) -and then the gif would be them holding up grading sheet or smth- they live for approval)

[liightsout]

the blue - part two (bonus)

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✯ summary: danny's thoughts after meeting mattie ✯

✯ pairing: daniel ricciardo x fem!oc

✯ content warnings: none rlly, danny being a simp ✯

✯ now playing: like real people do - hozier ✯

✯ series masterlist ✯

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December 2020

Danny stared at the ceiling above him. Bringing his hands to his face he rubbed at his eyes. 

Babe? Why did he call her babe? 

The answer was simple really. He couldn’t help himself. It was a slip of the tongue. He didn’t expect the girl in front of him would have reacted any other way. The second the endearment spilled from his lips he watched as her body froze and eyes grew larger. A deer in headlights. 

Then came the dusty rose hue that had crept from her neck and onto her cheeks. The way her eyes darted around the room, checking for her friend. Blue orbs frantically searching in the darkened room. Was she looking for help? Or was she making sure the moment had stayed between them? Was she as intrigued by him as he was by her? 

His mind was running a mile a minute. His heart rate hadn’t slowed down yet either. 

It didn’t help that he found himself lying on the sofa in her living room, surrounded by… her. 

He was slightly annoyed at himself that he hadn’t noticed sooner.

It was glaringly obvious Adam did not live here alone. 

Scented candles were scattered around the room. A vinyl shelf displaying numerous Taylor Swift records. Knitted blankets and fuzzy decorative cushions lined the sofa and armchair. 

Small photos of Adam and Mattie were placed neatly on a bookshelf.

One that looked to be from their university graduation, the pair of them arm in arm with bright smiles on their faces and black robes covering their bodies. Another showing the pair of them at Silverstone, they looked around 11 or 12 years old. Adam was proudly wearing a Mclaren cap, Mattie a Red Bull one and a Mark Webber Red Bull Racing shirt. 

So she had a thing for Aussie’s who raced for Red Bull? 

He could work with that. 

On that same bookshelf he noted the dozens of novels stacked up, filling the shelves to the brim. Bronte, Austen, Fitzgerald, Dickens, Twain, and a list of other authors he had never heard of before. At first he wondered who they belonged to, and then quickly surmised that Adam didn’t strike him as the type for classic literature. 

In fact, the only items in the room he could identify as belonging to him were the Xbox placed next to the flat screen TV and the Mclaren uniform hanging on the back of the armchair covered in motor oil. He guessed that Adam probably wasn’t around a lot given the hectic schedule that was the F1 calendar. 

The more he looked around the room, the more he learnt. The more he learnt, the more he wanted to know. 

Did he make her nervous? Or was she just shy? 

His heart raced at the thought. She clearly had been caught off guard by his appearance in her flat at 3AM. The way she had come stomping into the room, ready to yell at her friend for waking her up. The way her angry eyes had gone soft, and then alarmed at the realisation he was not her roommate. She was adorable, he thought. 

He needed to stop. He needed sleep. 

Closing his eyes he attempted to clear his mind. 

I wonder if her Instagram profile is private. 

Nope. Nope. He was being weird. They had only officially met in the last 30 minutes. He couldn’t start scrolling through her Insta profile while lying on her sofa while she slept in the other room. 

He concluded his infatuation combined with the alcohol still swimming through his system was not a good combination. 

With a final sigh he closed his eyes again and tried to get some sleep.

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✯ authors note: you guuuuys!!! got a couple more likes/reblogs today which brought the BIGGEST smile to my face.

how's everyone's day been? did anyone else watch the alpine car launch? i was honestly worried for them all, i have never seen a group of people look so bored before in my life.

anywhoooo - chapter 3 should be up tonight or tomorrow :) ✯