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scintillvnt · 28 days ago

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( chase sui wonders / cis female / she/her ) — NYX “NYKKI” WANEOFT has been living in Port Leiry for THREE DAYS. They currently work as a UNEMPLOYED BILLIONAIRE’S DAUGHTER, and are TWENTY TWO years old. No one is sure if they’re actually a VAMPIRE or if they’re connected to KANEMARU CLAN. They tend to be quite CLINGY and SELFISH, but can also be BOLD and MAGNETIC.— ( l / mst / she/her / 27 / n/a )

TW: TEEN PREGNANCY, INFANT DEATH.

Name: Nyx "Nykki" Waneoft

Occupation: College Graduate;

Age: 22.

Sexuality: Sexuality is fluid! (She's definitely leans towards sapphic but boys are easier).

Species: Vampire

Clan/Pack/Coven?: Kanemaru

Hometown: New York City, New York.

Relationship Status: Single.

Personality Traits: Clingy, selfish, bold, and magnetic.

TLDR: Youngest daughter of a rich billionaire. Doesn't know what is like to want, but definitely knows what it is like to need. She goes to boarding school and meets her best friend, Tully and they are inseperable. Girls just wanna have fun vibes. Had too much fun and gets knocked up at sixteen. She was going to have an abortion but Dad talked her into keeping it. What Nyx doesn't know is that the first born child is sacrificed in order to keep the family's enormous amount of wealth. This goes unbeknownst by Nyx who thinks she lost her son naturally. She buries everything deeply. Returns to PL after graduating college with Tully. A DJ turns Nyx into a vampire

You are your mother's, the third wife, first child; You are your father's, the billionaire, fourth child. You never know what is to want, those are met before you even realize they could ever be out of reach. However, you know what it’s like to be without something you need. You make di with what you have.

By the time of your birth, your eldest brother had been dead for two years. You're something of a consolation prize, the replacement of a Waneoft lost. Your father has enough money to clone your late brother and you always wondered why he didn't opt in for that instead of agreeing to have a fourth child in the first place. Your mother says your a miracle, brought to your father to help patch the child shaped hole he had in his heart. Supposedly, if you were a son and not a daughter, it would've been a better fit. Throughout your life, your father becomes more of an entity than a figure. Never a daddy's girl, never having any sort of warmth or much of a connection to your father. He lived his life and you lived yours. Isn't this just how father and daughter's are?

When Andi comes home to visit and you realize this isn't.

When the age comes, you're shipped out to boarding school. You flourish there, as independence is something you were either born with or evolved into early on. You get the attention you never got from your parents the elsewhere. You make friends easily. Sharp tongue makes for getting acquainted with school faculty. As you get older, boys flock to you. it’s an endless rotation of crushes and boyfriends. friends and laughs. doing the things you need to in order to feel less hollow. As long as dad keeps your bank account full, you could take care of yourself.

Things change the first day of freshman year of high school, when your assigned roommate is a chick named Tully Sinclair. she's a nice girl, too nice for her own good. you take her under your wing. somewhere along the way, Tully becomes your best friend. you become sown at the hip, you never see Nykki without Tully, nor Tully without Nykki. this is just how things were. your extracurriculars involve the debate team and trying to find a boyfriend for Tully. Boys are so easy, you try to explain to her. Kissing is no big deal. Don't be nervous. Here, I'll show you how. It's funny to kiss your friends. It's just what girls do.

Mom says you're a fast girl and you ask her what fucking year is it? She's not surprised when you show the positive pregnancy test in your sixteen year old hands. Obviously, you're not going to continue with this pregnancy. You make your mother swear to secrecy, you're going to take care of this immediately. But mom's word is no good. That night your father calls you in for a private conversation about your condition. When he tells you what you should do, it feels like he's going you no other choice. You do what he says because in the first time in your life, your father is looking at you instead of seeing through you.

You take a year of independent study, tell Tully that you're going to study abroad in Barcelona. You'll tell her about the baby when he's here. He. You're going to have a little boy. Each month passes and you grow more and more accustomed to the idea of being a sixteen year old mother. They send you to Port Leiry during the pregnancy. It's a place you'd come here and there during your childhood. Andi liked the horses, but even as a child, you hated the rain. But this is the place where your son will be born and you begin to love it.

They say childbirth is God's punishment for whatever Eve did in that garden, and after your delivery, you believe them. You had your family there to hold both your hands, but you wish you could’ve grown a third arm and have had Tully in the room to hold it.

Your boy is beautiful, his name is Rowan. He is everything to you. You never knew you could feel love like this. You have one amazing month with your baby. One morning, you wake up to one of your hired nannies telling you something's happened. Your son died in his sleep. SIDS. It happens all the time. Your little heart can't take it. You erupt into tears. You beg to see your baby, but your father doesn't allow it. He knows what its’ like to lose a son, he's trying to shield you from whatever pain he can.

You never tell your father about the nightmare you had on the night of your son's death. How in this dream, your father had tiptoed into your room in the middle of the night, whisked the baby away out of his crib, woke you up from a light sleep. You don't tell him how, you crept out of your bed and followed him into the basement. You don't tell him what you saw. How you screamed in hysterics at the horror. How he held you back. How he let them sacrifice her son.

You return to your old life, and sometimes it felt as if you had imagined that entire year. There was no pregnancy. No Port Leiry. No Rowan. Your son is a constant ache in the back of your heart. You numb it with distraction Parties. Drugs. Boys. You've always liked to have fun, but it wasn't so much of a want, it became a need.

You're getting at better of ignoring the pain. You go off to college with Tully by your side. It’s the best four years of your life. Everything is better with Tully around. Before you know it, graduation hits. You have plans to celebrate in Cabo. Things are starting to feel normal again.

Before going to Cabo, you and Tully make a stop in Port Leiry, to visit your sister, Andi. Being back in PL puts you in a strange mood. You haven't been back here since Rowan died. During your time in the city, you go to see a local DJ. Sometime during the night, you finally go for it with Tully. Why now, you wonder. Tully shoots you down and you've never been more humiliated.

You stay out that night, Tully goes back to Andi's. While by yourself, you become introduced to the DJ. You get invited to an after party. Pretty soon, you're making out with the DJ. He's biting your neck. He's drinking your blood. You're letting him. He's making you drink his blood. He's snapping your neck. When you wake up, because strangely, you do. You feel different, as if you've changed in a way you can't put your finger on.

#cor. intro #pregnancy tw #teen pregnancy tw #child death tw

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midnightcreator12 · 4 months ago

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I'm playing with an AU. This is a test intro for said AU.

Set up is basically that Stanley took the journal but didn't leave because his car is snowed in. But he didn't want to go back to Ford's cabin so he planned to hunker down in his car....his road trip buddy has options on that

Anyway, enjoy, drop feedback, it's be appreciated!

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Stanford had gotten used to waking up in pain. He’d gotten used to snapping awake and taking stock of his injuries within a few moments.

Being tied up was a new one.

He felt…. surprisingly less sore than he was expecting. His head was killing him, his nose felt swollen and he could feel dried blood crusted on his lip and his back was stiff from the uncomfortable position…

All in all, very tame for Bill.

Which surprised Ford. He’d thought Bill would be angry about the last Jorneal being lost to him, figured that he’d wake up unable to move when sleep finally forced him under Bill’s control.

Ford grunted, slowly sitting up and opening his eyes.

His glasses were missing. That was annoying.

Ford blinked, trying to clear the gunky feeling from his eyes and clear his vision as best he could before looking around-

And then he froze.

Because Stanley was sitting at his table, cans and food wrappers discarded around him and looking right at Ford.

His eyes were glowing purple.

And Ford felt his lungs seize because this couldn’t be happening! He’d made sure there was no chance of Bill and Stan meeting. He’d consumed every drop of coffee in the house in anticipation…..it had the side effect of his memory over the last few hours being spotty but he remembered Stanley taking the Journal and leaving! Stan had left! He should be fine!

Or had it been a few days?

Ford jerked in his restraints, trying to at least stand. Verdigo threatened to make him collapse again but he refused to let something as silly as fatigue overpower him.

His plans were still salvageable, he just had to get free-

….the purple-eyed thing with his brother's face was watching him, tracking his escapes attempts but…not even twitching with any sign of stopping Ford’s squirming. Just staring at Ford, like he was a bug in a jar.

It made Ford feel even more twitchy.

With his confinement and having to put his focus into staying upright, Ford couldn’t afford to divert much brain function to a verbal counterstrike. But he was not going to let this thing think it had the upper hand!

So he growled at it.

He’d gotten quite good at imitating a large number of growls from a variety of anomalies. In this case, he busted out his impersonation of a Gremloblin. The creatures were fascinating and one of the dominant predators in Gravity Falls. Most anomalies instantly shied away from the sound of its threatening growl.

The thing watching Ford tilted its- or was it Stan's?- head.

And then giggled.

Ford paused to gape at the thing, twisting his shoulders.

This….whatever it was…was giggling at him! Using Stanley’s face and Stanley’s voice to mock him!

And then it growled back.

Purple eyes flashed brighter for a moment and sparks danced around its fingertips as the growl reverberated strangely in the room.

It made Ford freeze against his will.

And then it spoke, “I’d quit doin’ that if I were you. Just sit tight while I fed this lil bag o’ bones here.”

Ford gaped. Because that was Stanley’s voice but it was also…off. The accent wasn’t right, some inflections were reminiscent of Jersey but most of it…

…reminded him of Fiddleford.

Ford shook his head to clear it, pausing his attempts at escape to glare at the creature, “What are you? How did you get in here? And why do you look…like that?!”

The creature hummed, thunking its elbow onto the table and propping its chin onto its palm.

Or Stan's hand? Ford still wasn't sure if this was a shapechanger situation or-

“You seem ta know a bit about the strange and unexplained,” as it spoke the creature's hand reached over and stood up a red, leather-bound journal. “'Cordin’ to this anyway. So how about you tell me.”

Ford felt his stomach drop.

Because that was his journal. The journal he'd given to Stanley mere…hours, ago? Or maybe a day?

It didn't matter. What mattered was that this…anomaly had it!

Which meant-

Ford wrenched his arms, managing to hike the binding up the radiator’s grill enough to stand at his full height, “Where the hell is Stanley? What did you do to him?!”

The creature chuckled, letting the journal thump back down as it gestured to its head, “Eh, kickin round in here somewhere. Kid pretty much didn't sleep for the whole trip. Crashed quicker than a runaway hay cart in a day market.”

No.

No, no!

Nonononono!

Stanley was supposed to be fine! He’d taken the book and left he- he was-

Bill. Bill must have done something!

How long had it been since-?

Ford jerked again, bearing his teeth, “Bill said I had seventy-two hours! Stanley has nothing to do with this! Let him go!”

The creature blinked again- with Stanley’s eyes because that was Stanley. Oh god, something had gotten Stanley-!

“Who the hell is Bill?”

Ford paused in his struggle and almost flapped his jaw again-

He snapped it shut quickly. He needed to stop letting this thing get to him!

“Don’t try and trick me! I know Bill was planning to send someone to take my eyes! Well, it won’t work! You’ll never get down to the portal!”

“...okay I have zero interest in your portal thing in the basement, just so ya know.”

How-! Bill. Bill must have given this thing directions to the portal!

Ford jerked against his binding. He felt something give.

He grinned and with one last jerk he was free! The sudden lack of tension made him stumble but he recovered, spinning and diving for the journal, “I won’t let you win!”

The creature…barely reacted. Just let Ford snatch his journal back with a raised brow, “.....wow, good to see where your priorities are doc. Your twin is being possessed by a ghost and you go for the beat-up book?”

“Ha! You can’t trick me!” Ford waved his arm out wildly. “Ghost possession does not cause purple eyes! And one can only become possessed if the mind is in an inebriated state!”

“Really?” the creature's voice- that was also Stanley’s voice but not his voice- “You know enough about ghosts to confidently claim that?”

“Of course!” Ford snarled as his eyes darted around the kitchen. Because he needed that thing out of Stanley but he didn’t want it out of his sight and not knowing what it was severely limited what he could do to contain it- “I built a comprehensive category system based on a large cell of spectators inhabiting the old Corduroy cabin!”

The creature slowly blinked, “....your ‘comprehensive category system’ is based on a bunch of spooks in one house? Doc, I’ve been dead since before the wheel was invented and even I know that’s a tiny number for studyin’.”

“Ha! Another lie!” Ford started to sidestep towards the cabinets. “Spirits who linger for too long display extremely volatile behavior! If you were truly a ghost, you would have killed me instead of restraining me!”

“Oooh ho-ho, trust me doc, I really wanted to strangle ya. Especially after that lil comment ya made to the kid. What was it?”

Ford had started to respond when his jaw locked. Because his own voice sprung from Stanley’s mouth, “I’m giving you a chance to do the first worthwhile thing in your life!”

Ford flinched as his own words were thrown into his face. He hadn’t….had it sounded that harsh before? He hadn’t meant it like that! He’d just wanted Stanley to get moving before Bill-

The creature leaned back in its seat, voice switching back to Stanley’s but not Stanley's, “But the kid here? For some reason, he still cares about you. And if I mess with you too much, I lose a cushy deal.”

That had Ford tensing again, teeth creaking from how hard his jaw was clenching, “Deal? What deal?”

“I don’t got a body of my own anymore,” the creature gestured to Stanley’s body. “So the kid here lets me borrow his. I get to be alive for a bit and he gets to take a nap.”

Oh god, oh no, please no. Bill had said he was the last of his kind but he’d told Ford nothing but lies-

“What-,” Ford swallowed the sudden dryness in his throat. “What are you?”

“I told ya Doc, I’m a ghost,” the creature grinned, stretching Stanley’s face into a wide smile that refused to fully meet his eyes. “But if ya want a name, call me Jay.”

Ford felt like his chest was caving in.

He didn’t know what to do. His plan was destroyed, desiccated, smashed to pieces and his mind was left scrabbling to try and figure out something else-

‘Jay’ suddenly shook. A whole body shudder that had him leaning back towards the table, “Aww, crap, forgot how stubborn this kid is. Welp! Have fun explainin’ you’re whole deal doc! Might wanna clean up your eye!”

Ford sputtered, one hand starting to go up towards his face-

When Stanley jerked and gasped. The purple glow leeched out of his eyes and he blinked a few times.

His normal, brown eye snapped to Ford, then around the kitchen-

Then back to Ford before going wide, “Holy-! Jay what did you do?!”

#gravity falls #stanley pines #stanford pines #stan twins #a tale of two stans #a tale of two stans au #atots au #atots #gravity falls au

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ejkreader · 8 days ago

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YALL

It's TIMEEEEEEE

(Wow I genuinely forgot to link the work in my excitement. I'm so cool right guys)

Unspoken Truce IS FINALLY HERE FOR DAY FOUR OF @azrisweek WOOOOOOOOO

419 LINES OF AZRIS POETRY IN IAMBIC PENTAMETER BABYYY

Many, many, MANY thanks to @irithiadourden for beta-reading and hyping this work up!!!! You were so, so sweet for agreeing to beta and your reactions were priceless, I will keep them forever <3

Little snippet/intro below ^^

They never needed to say it, they knew

All the same. But soon, maybe, one of them

Would gain the courage to say the words in

Both their minds, hearts, their very being. ‘Till

Then, they could figure out the rest, with an

Unspoken truce.

ENTIRE THING BELOW THE CUT (bc I just noticed ao3 is down) (it's up again but I'm keeping this here :)) (also the story on Ao3)

Characters in the Play

Shadowsinger, Azriel of Velaris; spymaster of the Night Court

Prince of Autumn → New King of Autumn, Eris Vanserra; son of Beron

Lord of Foxes, Lucien Vanserra; son of Helion

The Prophetess, Elain Acheron, mate of Lucien

The Doomed Love, Jesminda Taylors

Bird with Broken Wings, Eleanor Vanserra → cor Aurum; Lady of Autumn

Lord of Bloodshed, Cassian of Illyria

High Lord of Autumn, Beron Vanserra

High Lord of Day, Helion cor Aurum (Heart of Gold)

High Lord of Night, Rhysand de Tenebris (of the Dark)

High Lord of Spring, Tamlin Vercustos (Springkeeper)

Vanserra brothers (mortuus)

Chorus

Servingman

Nurse

-Shadowsinger

Wild colors, hot and bright, burn below rock

Whil’ over strong gales and tree-tops sings he;

The darkest blue from night, star in the sky.

Why, wondered he, would he decide to strike

Moons before they had detailed, risking all?

-Prince of Autumn

Harsh, cruelly was he taken from his rest,

As shrewd fire cannot of ease be contained.

It sears, burns, eats at human flesh, but when

They try oppressors to bite, death rains them.

Through struggles he waits, knowing he’ll be saved.

Try as he might to deny it, he knew.

-Shadowsinger

A glinting light the only showing, seen

Past acers, past demesnes he soars, watch him.

Glimpse shadows shelter their sore master, wild

With fury trapped in mortal shell, escaped.

Alights, ire and cold, on the forest’s house.

Engulfed by the night, silent, quiet, go—!

No need to search, connecting string pulls him.

In dungeons he appears, fair light sole guide.

-Prince of Autumn

“Ere— guards hear you approaching?”

“No father, I can hear naught.”

The darkness shudders as a whip strafes down.

“Vile boy, dare you talk back to me? Disgrace!

Await I your return for days, but then

No news bring you? I should kill thee for this!

Your hours North wasted, it seems, for that bat.

Think you I know not of your bond with him?

So foolish, it seems good to rid of you.”

“Yes father, you always do what you will.”

The wrath of Ares shone from the king’s smile.

The other simply hung there, antics known.

His face still; turmoil hidden, left inside.

But fear was written there beneath his mask,

His mate known by the one fed lies, had now

This truth found, he must have left clues, his fault—

-Shadowsinger

It was fine. The day’s end would come to them

Together.

-Prince of Autumn

Heart violent, a match lights, flame sparked.

At once aware of his mute presence here,

Here to save him, but he must not do so.

The darkness’ death would end with his sole corpse.

A fitter end: him alone, broken, dead.

His burnished locks left alone on cold stone

That errant Shadow of his left unscathed.

For he was a monster on this world, and

Should be killed as such. Laugh at this pity!

Again, papa raised his hand to cuff him.

Each crack of the crop brings him closer, or

Perhaps it’s further. Then he stepped aside.

His bane smiled as he neared the last, sharp tool,

The wicked, glinting silver edge tightly gripped.

No method of evasion found or used

Nor hoped for or thought of. It would be done.

He wished for it to be quick— now, he thought,

If his shade would just let him go alone…

Yes, then he could repent for his soul’s sins.

It was not ending for him, but a start.

-Shadowsinger

“It’d be an ending for me, you vile prick!”

Words into empty woods, not replied to

With his mind in a quiet place, blocked off.

Had he planned this? Had he known how this would

Break him: if he was to pass? This was it;

Time to stop this fool’s play by saving him.

And then—

Just when—

It rises—

Held taut—

Now falls,

He can see his snake's eyes close at the end,

As flesh turns into shadow on the spot

Reforming in the blade's path to halt it.

Four dark red eyes enlarge to see him kick,

Jab, and lunge at the bigger, stumbling form.

Grab from its sheath the teller of truth, and

See him fall down as if taking a bow,

Because of the length lodged in his thick throat.

It was all just so perfect. At last; now.

Revenge would at last be enacted on

The monster in the room, to save his light.

But the king would not simply give his throne,

No, he would grab the Shadow’s arm, pull him

Down onto his hilt, only then cave in.

-Prince of Autumn

The Prince of Autumn opened his eyes to

Torn flesh and blood; remains of dear papa.

(He had been far-gone, almost in a sleep.)

But next to it, what ho! The shadows pooled

All around their Voice, wounded, on the floor.

Wings all splayed at odd angles, knife still grasped.

“What have you done, Night? My plan is naught if

You are not there for it. Please, stay with me.”

His bones shook as he held him to his heart

And the limp body’s blood pooled down his vest.

There was a wan pulse, fading, as he clung

To the flight leathers still on his bird’s form.

Do not remember, push the thought away:

This was not the past, not his brother’s love

Laid dormant in the hall for all to see.

No, it was not the affair of his kin

But he was just as cold as she had been.

Perhaps he was the cold one. That was odd,

It was assumed he had heat in his veins.

Now, he was so engrossed in his mate that

He did not heed his father’s carcass as

It started to glow.

And a strange feeling began to fill him

As molten blazes, liquid flame, began

To quickly filter into his dour self.

It fled from the inert corpse of his sire

To the new, blazing scion of their dreams.

The flames loved their new master, for they knew

That he would be the Lord to make their heat

Known as angelic and good in his lands.

Why did his body arch as it gained this

Abnormal force, jolt as if gored by it?

As it burned his skin, curdling his red blood

Gold, raising him above the standard fae.

But Mother, how it made him writhe, for he

Dropped the man’s arm as he was lifted up

Not of his own volition, but the fire’s.

Still he reached down, forever straining back

Though his frame became wreathed in molten flames,

And pain lanced through his every nerve, filling,

Re-molding him in the harsh forge of fate.

Just then, a man burst through the doors and yelled,

-Lord of Foxes

“Wait!”

His red hair flamed out, a slash through one eye.

A Cauldron-made strode in his wake, a bright,

Fair haired, far seeing maiden. She knew all.

So as the new king fell, she sent her knight,

The brother of flame and son of pure light,

To catch him and lay him down on the tile.

Then he leapt to the hulk of shadows ‘round

The winged man, still and silent on the floor,

Encircled his limp form with his limbs, and

Took him in his broad arms as he stood up.

Now, holding both, he winnowed to Day Court,

Returning quickly to bring his adored.

Both darkness and divine fire in day’s care,

Both with a large dearth of blood; rough from wear.

Sat here next to them, he prayed for their lives.

-High Lord of Day

Unfiltered sun— distrustful of the Lord,

Though he himself was one, and stronger too.

However, he still went, for his son asked,

And his love, whom he’d rescued, had proclaimed

Her deep amór for the son she’d first birthed.

He had felt the exchange of power when,

Mere minutes ago, the king of flak and

Shogunate kindling had gone from this world.

So he passed the door with his hackles up,

Presuming the worst would meet him, but no.

Two bodies, dying slowly, laid on cots.

Their blood soaked his sheets through; they needed help.

He looked at his son, head bowed at a bed.

Thought of his caring minx, who loved her spawn,

Who would not want her son to be disturbed,

Turned crazy, wild from a dead mating bond.

The Sun, Spell-cleaver, stepped up to the cots

And held out his palms.

However, he stood

For many hours ‘fore either man woke up.

-New King of Autumn

Oh Mother, his head hurt. What had he done?

‘Twas scalding, so hot he knew he wasn’t home.

Perhaps this was the portent of his fall.

But, if true, why did his chest pain him so?

Ah, his beloved! Was he at life’s risk—

That was when it all came back to his mind.

His turgid father, dead and gone at last,

And his bat, red sap soaking into his

Tight leathers from the lesion in his side.

Then he had become Autumn monarch, but

It had ached too much. He assumed he’d fell

Unconscious. Even so, where was his spy?

He stood, his mind made up. He would find him.

He followed the tug on his ribs outside,

Where he found the crown of Night screaming at

The baron of Day out in the hall’s way.

Next to him stood his son, defiant and

Proud, still and tall against the turgid rex.

“I am his Lord, and he is mine! If you

Choose to protract his stay here any more,

You shall be the one ending this fight sore.

Heed, give me back my shadow singer, for

I tire of this talk.”

Pretentious prick, his mind voiced. Give him back?

I, even, would see that he tried to help.

“They are in my care, dear sir, on account

Of my son, who brought them here for my help.”

“‘They’? You mean to tell me that Autumn is

In your court? Do you not know what risk he—”

“Your Lordship, I think that is quite enough,”

He said as he strode into the mad fray.

“Your master of spies was extremely hurt,

And the khan of day, at risk to himself,

Took him in and helped him heal. Why do you,

With knowledge that your brother is alive

But healing, barge in to take him away?

You are a knave and a fool, evening king.”

The silence flooded into the arcade,

All four in it shocked for a moment, then,

“Ah. Autumn. Just ascended, did you not?

You should go back and lie down, for it seems

You don’t know what you’re talking about. I

Let him go help you, and now it is time

For him to come back. Do not meddle more.”

He studied the fall ruler with a lens,

Assessing him just as a boffin would.

He hated it, loathed his perspective on

The matter, for, was that man not his kin?

Dolts; foolish blockheads, surely, the whole lot.

He merely turned to the spell cleaver, and

Told him, “Thank you for healing him and I.

I will remember your concern for us.”

Air seemed to freeze around the dark-clothed man,

Immensely vexed that he was being shunned.

-Lord of Foxes

The Prince looked at his father, then wheeled back.

He took a pace towards the most potent,

Dynamic, potent figure in the room,

And said, “Please leave our presence at this time.

Assistance is not needed here and now,

For all his vitals are steady. You have

Forced your way into the alcazar, rent

Apart quite a few wards on your way here,

And trespassed in the inner chambers to

Boot. Before we declare this as an act

Of war against our nation, take your leave.”

A host of feelings passed on his paled face,

Then he twirled on his heel and left the hall.

To the side of the Lord of Day, the male

With red hair stumbled and fell to the wall.

-New King of Autumn

The world was spinning. He gripped the wall tight.

Perhaps it had not been the wisest thing;

To stroll around soon after losing so

Much blood. Still, while he could, he had to ask,

“May I see the liege of the dark? I know

It might be brazen to ask now, since you

Just kicked out the doyen of night for the—”

Both other males cut in at the same time,

“Not an astute idea, you should sit,”

And, “Surely you would like to lay down first?”

They gave sharp glances at each other, then

Looked back for the response. A moment passed.

He straightened, the walls stopping to close in.

“No… I am quite fine. Thank you, once again.

Should I leave? As Lord of Fall, surely I

Am causing you concern by staying here.”

His brother took a stride, approaching him.

“I was who brought you to the palace, here:

Your presence here is my fault; I’ll take blame.

Come, follow me. You shall view your brave knight.”

A clear blush on his face, the eldest trailed.

The room was scarcely any strides past his,

The fixtures almost the same. Only the

Carl dozing in the vast four-poster, like

A big, unwieldy dog, curled in for sleep.

He drew up a chair, perching on the edge

As he leaned forward to glom a glance at

His saving grace, his darling, turning to

Appraise his sibling after. “Why did you

Come to save us— save me? The last I knew,

You were with that blonde lass from the night court,

And our… familial ties did not help our

Connection. To put it in simple terms:

I thought you hated me. Why did you help?”

Beseeching him for a response with his

Large eyes, as his soul screeched for a reply.

-Lord of Foxes

He did not know what to say. Maybe, with

The urging from his wife, yes, maybe it

Was high time for him to tell the whole truth.

“Yes, most of what you speak is true, but hear:

A year past my nuptial, whence I had left

The court of night, I came back to my friend,

Another I thought long lost. Yet he took

Me back, back into his life like no time

Had passed. I had not noticed how I had

Missed him all those years. Then, he mentioned that

He had kept something from me all those years.

‘Lu,’ he said, ‘I should have warned you before.

But every time I tried, you got so riled

And angry, shutting out all that I said.

In any case, I should have told you. Lu,

When you came to Spring, wounded but asleep,

Your brother carried you here. He begged, tears

In his eyes, to take you. When his kin came,

He killed one of his brothers by himself.’

Then, he gave me your letters. I had not

Seen them, did not know they existed. And…

They faced me with the truth that I had tried

Denying for years. I talked with my spouse,

Her sister- both agreed you were not like

Your father. I recalled my mem’ries of

Old, when you took care of us if our ma

Was too frail to move, when you took the brunt

Of the belt- I remembered that you had

Not showed up when… she died. I had assumed

You hated me, was of the notion that

If you could have done something, you would have

Saved my tryst; my love. Mother, I was thick.

Because of course, you would try to save me,

Not the girl who, without doubt, would incur

The wrath of the Tsar. I did not read in-

Between the lines, just wrote the book my way,

Not caring who I left. Why did I help?

I wanted to bring back the brother I

Once knew.”

-New King of Autumn

He stared at this male, the one he gave so,

So much to, and tried to accept what he

Was hearing. It was too much, all at once.

So he just nodded slightly, trying to

Smile, but the muscles on his face were still

And frozen. He just sat there, looking grim.

At last, the sole words he came up with were,

“Thank you.” They each looked at the other, a

Sort of peace crashing into them at last.

There would be a time, later, to talk more.

He turned back to the figure on the bed,

The one that proffered a speech so akin

To this one, after he had found him in

Chains, locked up in the house of his late dad,

Forgotten or left for dead. After a

Long moment, he stepped forward, going to

Take him out of the shackles, but he said—

“No. If you help me, he will know. I would

Have to spend more time down here. I cannot

Risk that. Please, Shadow Singer, do not help.”

He stood there for a second, torn, but then

Turned and left. Later, when the door of his

Cage had been opened, and he was alone

At last, the male appeared again. Without

A word, he dressed the sores on the male’s weak,

Frail corse, then put him in his bed when he

Fell into sleep. A slow truce had emerged,

And quickly, it spilled over: the night they

Collided. It was not hard, painful, or

Fast— They did it again, again, again.

One day, the male with dark hair had sat him

Down, telling him that he saw, could discern

The man behind the masks. Of course, he was

Scared, but perhaps he shouldn’t have attacked.

Yes, he had acted rashly, but he had

Known that his bat would come back. Always did,

Forever would. They both knew why it was.

When his love woke up,

The sun was rising

On the next day. He

Had not slept at all.

-Shadowsinger

His eyes were heavy-lidded, the world he

Could see, blurred. There was a large, breathing mass,

Unmoving on the chair beside him. That

Was when the pain rammed into him, full force.

He groaned, a headache creeping in. But what—

Oh. Yeah, he had killed the Fall Monarch, had

He not? Well, the old bastard had deserved

It. Every second of pain was worth it,

He only wished that he had suffered more,

But you take what you get. Including a

Stab wound in his side, it would seem. It hurt.

The man on the stool stirred as he awoke,

Decrying the outrageous locus that

He fell unconscious in with a loud yawn

And a loud cracking of joints. Then, he looked

Up, straight at him. Awake. Alive. Still here.

The pain in his bones all but vanished, though

His heart seemed to jump, running with the wind.

-New King of Autumn

He was awake. It would all be okay.

But the winged male was shaking, he should ask:

“Do you want something to drink? Are you cold?

You’re surely cold, here, I can—” He reached out,

To touch him, mayhaps, warm him, he flinched

Away. Then he regretted it at once,

When he went rigid, his face turning in

To that familiar mask of stone. No, his

Brain shouted at him, He should not have to

Look like that. Never, not again. Around

Him, shadows stirred from their rest. Forcing his

Weak body to move, he grabbed the outstretched

Palm, twining their hands into one. “Sorry,”

He muttered, “I don’t know why I did that…

Some water would be nice. Thanks.” After a

Short moment, he unclasped his fingers, and

The other seemed to leave his stupor. He

Stretched to grab the glass from the table on

His left side. His arm had to reach across

Him, and he stood to grab the damned thing at

Last. After a tense second, the tall male

Seized the cup, handed it to him, and sat

Back down with a huff. He drunk it down with

A fervor only seen with someone whose

Lips have not seen hydration for hours, days.

He put the glass down. Glanced at his hound, who

Schooled his face into form at once; He had

Been wearing a slight smile. As they held

Each other’s eyes, the golden string between

Them lightly hummed, delighted at this act.

-Chorus

They never needed to say it, they knew

All the same. But soon, maybe, one of them

Would gain the courage to say the words in

Both their minds, hearts, their very being. ‘Till

Then, they could figure out the rest, with an

Unspoken truce.

I love you, Azri’l

I love you, Eris

TAGLIST WOOO (ask in reblogs/message me if you want on or off) eatsbooks, @jess011mae, @irithiadourden, @g00seg1rl, @aleksandra25cracow, @jules-writes-stories @chunkypossum

#i poured my heart and soul into this one yall #azris #azris supremacy #lucien is amazing #but thats not important rn #azris fanfiction #my writing #i have never been more proud to put prev tag on a post of mine #^^#azrisweek2025

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petruswine · 4 months ago

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✮Intro Post✮

➛Basic Info:

Name: Ignia

Pronouns: They/Them

Age: 18

Favourites: the colour red, crimson, burgundy, books and philosophy, writing and reading, art

Music artists I like: Radiohead, HIM, Lebanon Hanover, Leftovers, Buntspecht

Hobbies: writing, reading, drawing and painting, playing bass guitar

➛Fandoms I'm in:

Actively:

Marauders

Dead Poets Society

The secret history

The goldfinch

Inactively

Wednesday

Arcane

Bungo Stray dogs

Interview with the vampire

The Crow

Percy Jackson

Shadow and Bone/Six of Crows

My fanfic masterlist or whatever

Marauders:

vita ignia: Ship: wolfstar

Chop Suey !: Ship: rosekiller

Cor Parallelesis Ship: Jegulus, Pandalily

The great drinkinggame of 1977 and the atrocity called kissing Ship: dorlene

Animae Per Tempus: Ship: wolfstar

The goldfinch:

you are branded in my memories like the birds chain: forever: Ship: boreo

I Met Myself Once

➛My playlists for different fandoms if someone wants to listen:

#ao3 #introduction #intro post #marauders fandom #dead poets #the goldfinch #the secret history #pinned intro #introductory post #wolfstar #Spotify

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0110hamsters · 5 months ago

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Corbin’s intro post

Hello! I’m Corbin/Cor. I’m an age regressor. I am eighteen years old.

I like to make art of my original characters (and sometimes fandom characters) related to agere. I regress to cope with ocd, ptsd, and chronic illness. I like lurking and looking and moodboards.

I will add more to this later when I’m not so sleepy! thank you for reading! 🩵

#sfw agere #age regression #agere #agere blog #agere community #fandom agere #agere art

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dykant · 6 months ago

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intro post ✯

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✦ cor/other (nick)names are fine if you ask 🎧 ₊˚.༄

︶ 📀꒷꒦ minor: ୧ ‧₊˚

・︶ they/them: ๑ 💭

▼ lesbian

▲ non-binary

⌗ !! ꒰ single ꒱ 📼 ⌗

⋆˚࿔ ♓︎ sun ♒︎ moon ♒︎ rising 🪐 ˚⋆

.*. malaysian canadian . *. ⋆

-͟͟͞☆ INTERESTS

🎞️⋆ film┊ juno, the half of it, found footage horror, prom (musical), the miseducation of cameron post, spiderverse, studio ghibli

★⋆ tv┊ arcane, she-ra, the promised neverland, the dragon prince, blue-eye samurai, adventure time/fionna and cake, total drama

꩜⋆ games┊ omori, tlou, life is strange, mouthwashing, sky: children of the light, minecraft, wild rift

🎸⋆ artists┊ girl in red, mitski, the japanese house, pvris, ashnikko, ella fitzgerald, wes montgomery, freddie dredd, black polish, fletcher, fiona apple, weyes blood, batya belle, king princess, lucy, the army the navy, clairo, chappell roan, chloe moriondo, ray brown, charlie christian, ray charles, will wood (and the tapeworms)

♫⋆ bands┊ the beaches, wargasm (uk), radiohead, beach bunny, the last dinner party, boygenius, the doors, big thief, mother mother, duke ellington's orchestra, count basie's orchestra, the tragically hip, beach weather, slutever, muna, cigarettes after sex, the cranberries, paramore, destroy boys, muse, tally hall, bikini kill

🖋️⋆ literature┊ last night at the telegraph club (malinda lo), magaret attwood, rachel lippincott, shirley jackson, emily dickinson, sappho, through the looking glass (lewis caroll), anne of green gables (l.m. montgomery), the graces duology (laure eve), poetry, historical fiction, essays

ೃ࿔⋆ misc┊ renaissance art, art history, cetaceans, feminism (history, third wave, riot grrrl), lesbian community/culture, hadestown, rent!, jazz, punk, indie/alt rock, folklore/mythology, hellenism, fireworks/pyrotechnics, high fantasy, realta (webtoon), 80s-90s music/culture, music theory

﹒dni: exclusionists/bigots, lesbian fetishizers, "neutral" on violations of human rights, unwilling to be educated, patriarchy defenders, radinclus 🪫 ・

﹒byi: i am a radically-inclined feminist. i do not support transphobia or other forms of exclusionary radfem. i make juvenalian/critical statements about men (targeted: cishet white men). i use wlw rather than nblw to decribe myself/my experiences most of the time. i am abrasive, curse, and spam. alternatively, i am prone to accidentally ghosting—feel free to message me again. // ・˙˚

﹒PLEASE interact: left-wing activists, music enjoyers, musicians, sapphic community, arcane fans, gravity falls fans, omori fans, new-to-guitar, riot grrrls, d&d players. ✩°｡ ⋆⸜ 📻 ✮

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socials/links

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

my carrd

pronouns page!

my spotify

commaandblank on discord

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#first post #intro post #pinned post #lesbian #wlw #sapphic #idk how to tag this

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traveling-dragonfly · 5 days ago

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INTRO POST

Basic Info

✦ Welcome to Dragonfly's Domain (HOW/BOB!AU Sonic)

✦ He/They for Dragonfly, They/Them for the Mod!

Lore

✦ From the Ballad of Bugs, A Shatterspace that's very lively and vibrant, everyone is very happy and kind! Its very peaceful. though slighty overgrown

✦ Dragonfly is very lobing, kind, outgoing, friendly, and the embodiment of freedom

Boundaries

✦ No Bigotry (Homophobia, Transphobia, Racism, Sexism/Misogyny, Xenophobia, Etc!)

✦ No Creepy, NSFW, overly Graphic, or insensitive asks. At the end of the day We decide what asks are responded to

✦ All anon interactions are appreciated!! But be kind to other anons!

✦ Fanart and Fan content is completely okay!

✦ Other rp blogs are welcome to interact!!

✦ Respect other blogs please and thank you

✦ ANIMAL PICTURES HIGHLY APPRECIATED!!!!

Tags

✦ SongOfTheDragonfluy - Anon Asks/Random posts

✦ PaintMyFauna - Art Reblogs

✦ JourneysTakeTime - Positive/Encouraging Messages

✦ BeyondtheGarden - Lore Posts

✦ LOOKATTHELITTLEGUYS - Animal Posts

The Swarm

✦ Shadow - @ittybitty-prince

✦ CoR!Sonic - @p0unding-heart

✦ TM!Sonic - @pelting-rain

#intro post

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evilyaoimurdertime · 7 days ago

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intro post ig

i'm theo im 18 i use he/him/his, it/its, mutt/mutts and cor/corv/corvid pronouns

i will occasionally spiral and post a lot of like. incredibly graphic and miserable stuff. if you don't want to see this please block #screeching

i got too many opinions on discourse but for the basics

no slurs or perjoratives are acceptable end of story

all trans people are oppressed by cisnormative patriarchal society

i believe in passing safety, not passing privilege

disability is a huge factor in daily life, even if it isn't visible

people with "dangerous" mental illnesses aren't evil. no exceptions

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rrottinggutzz · 25 days ago

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hi i realized i never did a true intro ummm

hi im vesper, or h8 (hate), whatever you want to call me :°D i go by he/hound (plus WAY more neopronouns all found on my prns.cc) we are in fact a system and would like all endos to DNI also we're a minor (under 17) but we do make sexual jokes, just dont take them too far. our system name is the sburbia collective (its a play on words essentially) and our collective pronouns are he/it. please do not call us they/them. this blog is managed by two alters, both are the main hosts. (speaking of-) SECOND HOST INTRO HERE WE GO.

im robin, i go by he/caw but you can call me any bird neos if you want i really dont know what else to say lmao

our full dni + byi is on my strawpage umm i might add more to my straw.page but right now is good my socials are all on my prns.cc too we manage a rentry blog too but its usually just reblogging graphics

NOW onto tags + alters (will add more if we form more..) (under cut cause im lazy)

all of my art is tagged under #my art #reblogs is self explanatory but i sometimes forget to add the tag so whoops (usually i just reblog stuff i like or find funny but i rarely post actual content) sighs time for the alter tags (in terms of roles idk) we will add these to our reblogs too #🦇 vesper posting - vesper (host) - he/hound #🪶 robin posting - robin (host & caretaker) - he/caw #🍷 matt posting - matthias (co-host) - he/cor(pse)/gore #🎮 Tanner posting - tanner (carnalis sodalis) - he/him #🌀 johnathan posting - johnathan (anxiety holder) - they/star/he #🦀 KARKAT POSTING - karkat (anger holder) - he/it/blood #⭐ 2oleiil po2tiing - soleil (paranoia holder) - he/she #🪽 Amadeus posting. - amadeus (religious protector) - hy/it (DORMANT) #💿 dave posting - dave/lizzie (verbal/emotional protector) - he/any #💞 Rennie posting - rennie (emotional protector) - she/any (DORMANT) #🐾 coyotito posting - coyotito (questioning happy holder) - no prns/it #🐛 cirava posting - cirava (no role) - they/them #📱 Randy posting - randy (no role) - he/they #🔯 Abyss posting. - abyss (no role) - it/void/zero

phew that was a lot i think i grew mushrooms on me CURRENT HEADCOUNT (will update as soon as we form a new alter) (5/26/2025) : 14

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jestervsm · 4 months ago

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A Laugh, A giggle, That's the purpose a Serve.

A little guy, literally only here to RP and Make Poems like this!

Maybe some art too, I am not that good of artist.

Who knows what I would do next, I can do anything!

Gay little clown at the tumblr, What will he do?

[This entire blog intro will be In Character and you can't stop me!!]

So, welcome to my file! This was something I had to make so I could share all this documents with all so you all can laugh along with me. So to whoever is reading this, I Am JesterVSM! Or just Jester to most who know me, people always forget the three letters. I am the guy running this blog and some others files of other documents and stuff, you might wander why they gave me permission to do this and the answer is, I am mostly interrested on the dumbasses who are often overlooked, aka the forgotten sidecharactes that nobody cares about, even if there are some exceptions.

Also, beware, I am a sucker for biology, and I will try to see if I can explain stuff with it, even if it's NOT often the case. And beware that my mind is not the best, kind of a pain, ya know? And be mindful of me being a simp for men sometimes =3

And for the documents, I will have them listed out in separate posts and link them to the blog/document themselves! For Organization purpose.

And that's it for now. Onto the DNI!

INTERACTION_GUIDELINES:

1. Use of Sexual, Offensive, Or/And Use of any material that could be classified as "Not Safe for Work" is strictly Prohibited. Nudity makes me die inside.

2. Use if any inadequate language, Such as Slurs, Hatefull speech, or others, Are forbidden. Aka, no bigotry!

3. I hate AI Art, if you want something done, Get a Person to do it or Do it yourself.

If any of these Guidelines are broken. You will be Terminated from any interactions! [Blocked]

Documents_[Blogs]_Run_by_Yours_Truly:

Vultus Iluminaria - "Searchlights"

(@asksearchlights-archive)

[NEUTRALIZED]

Miscellaneous Pressure Characters

(@jester-pressure)

Symphonia Mori Pro - "Silent Orchestra"

(@the-silent-orchestra)

Derelictus A Deo - "Plague Doctor"

(@whitenight-thesavior)

Pugna Pro Libertate - "Combat King"

(@askcombatking)

Submersa et Relicta - "Jason Voorhes"

(@mothers-special-fucking-boy)

Phuck cor tuum - "Eradicator Mark II"

(@undead-magnum-opus)

Folium Idoli Oculos - "Eyes"

(@flowering-idolatry)

INTERRESTS:

Pressure

Doors

Tower Defense X

Tower Defense Simulator

Forsaken

Lobotomy Corporation

The SCP Foundation

Item Asylum

Guts and Blackpowder

Blocktales

<<Mutual List>>

CREDITS

Divisors by dollywons, strangergraphics and sister-lucifer.

Profile by my friend, Division516

And you! For reading all the way down here :]

#pinned intro #blog intro #introductory post #introduction #intro post

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littlemissmanga · 1 year ago

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CT-2460 "Corkscrew" Intro & SFW Alphabet

Hey all! It's been a hot minute :) I'm trying to get back into my writing grove to get into my WIP list, but it's been hard. Brain isn't braining but stress is stressing.

So rather than fight the brain fog and get frustrated over lack of writing progress, I'm shifting gears to introduce (finally) my latest OC, Corkscrew.

Called "Cor" by his close brothers, Corkscrew is a pilot in Shadow Squadron. He's an adrenaline junkie, and definitely follows the Anakin Skywalker school of flying. But at the heart of all his daring do's is his love for his brothers and his commitment to keeping them safe.

That's evident by the fact that his recklessness doesn't carry over off the battlefield. In fact, Cor is pretty chill. He's not easily provoked and he's really open minded. He's competitive and playful in a soft way. He'll tease his brothers but he's not a shitstirrer.

And fun fact, he is dyslexic but can visualize a battlefield in 3D, which helps with his flying. Hence why the Kaminoans didn't mind the the "irregularity."

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

On average, I'd say Cor is pretty affectionate, and his main way of showing that is through physical touch. He knows he can lose his brothers (or they can lose him) at any time. So a hand on a shoulder or a nudge isn't out of the ordinary for him.

Every so often, if you catch him in a serious moment where he's deep in thought, he'll verbalize that affection. But that is much less common. Corkscrew knows how to speak louder with his actions.

But receiving? Words of affirmation. Despite speaking louder with his actions, Corkscrew is still unprepared and overwhelmed in the best way when someone shows affection to him verbally or praises him. It's so new and yet it's something he feels to his core (pun intended).

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Corkscrew is your ride or die. Need someone at 3am? No questions? Corkscrew. No platitudes, no nothing. He'll just be there, for you, any time, any place.

He won't give his opinion on things unless you ask OR you're genuinely going to hurt yourself. Otherwise, it's your life, you gotta live it. He just wants to be along for the ride.

A friendship with him is easy to start, as he's pretty affable - chatting at a bar or getting introduced through one of his brothers. And he'd go out of his way to help even a new friend. If Cor sees you as someone genuine, as an equal friend who meets him where he's at as he does you, then he'll feel comfortable deepening the relationship to close friends.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

FUCK YES. So naturally, as he expresses love most easily through physical touch, cuddles are very high on his "yes please I love it" list. He would cuddle his batchmates growing up and once he got comfortable with Shadow Squadron, he grew the habit of resting his head on Matchstick's shoulder and cuddle into his big brother's side or back. It really grounds him in a good way and gives him a sense of peace. (He does it to most of his squad mates but Matchstick is who he is closest to).

He read on a contraband holonovel that nat-born couples cuddle like this to fall asleep every night and that's when that little seed was planted in his heart. He wants that. The idea of feeling someone he loves around him every night? The thought that holding someone and showing his love in such a natural way for him is desired in the wider galaxy (esp when not all his brothers love his cuddles) just floors him.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

He wants it. He wants it so bad, but he doesn't let himself. First because he knows that, as long as he's in the GAR, it's unlikely to happen so he shouldn't get his hopes up. Second because Cor acknowledges that what he wants is that unique special connection most of all and he tries so hard to redirect that to his brothers. It doesn't always work, but it's enough.

As for actual domestic work, Cor keeps things pretty clean, but a messy partner would through him for a loop. I can see him getting overwhelmed because "I didn't make this mess, where does any of this go!?"

He cannot cook to save his life besides making a sandwich. Please get that man away from your oven.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Mostly by not starting it. He's really aware of how much it could hurt if it all goes wrong, and the risk to his brothers pushes him into the "not now" category.

But if he did start a secret fling and had to end it, he would be up front and honest in person. No lies about how he doesn't care. He knows it'll hurt and those lies protect no one. So blunt honestly about how much he loves you, and how angry he is that this is reality. But he will not keep hurting you or himself.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

In an AU where the war ends and clones get rights, then he really lets himself think it through for the first time. He'll be fine with the commitment aspect, but he would also wait a while before popping the question. He's patient and will want to be absolutely sure before committing.

But following canon, he's really not likely to propose. He'll be hesitant to enter a relationship knowing he can't really commit as his first obligation is to the GAR and his brothers. And while the right person could convince him to date in secret, he would never ask for their commitment to him when he can't return the same.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

To himself? Cor is a bit rough. He knows what he can handle and tolerate and will often push that limit for what he considers the greater good. That's physically, emotionally and mentally. Like the time he jumped from a fighter in order to kick some spider droids off Broadside's wing mid battle and ended up with a torn ligament that needed a soak in bacta. Or the time when he immediately reported for duty despite working overnight to help another squad without telling anyone. Or when, after the Battle of Kamino, he took a rotation giving some of the more battle-worn bothers a compassionate ear, despite being pretty beaten down himself.

But when it comes to others, Cor is the most gentle. He is aware of the double standard but doesn't care. It's because he's reckless and harsh with himself that he is hyper aware of being gentle, kind, and welcoming to others. He keeps his harshest comments to himself (unless they need to be said for help or defense) and is always mindful and aware of himself physically to avoid being rough with others.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

For his brothers and friends, hugs can range from side hugs in greeting, to barely there embraces in passing - a brief "hey, still here; still love you" - to full on cuddles. Cor will hug often but usually not for super long.

It really is his way of saying "I love you." And because actually saying that on Kamino would have been .... not ideal, he's conditioned himself to just do it naturally.

With a partner, though, things would go to the next level. Are you home? With no plans? Perfect, you're in Corkscrew's lap. Or buried into his side on the couch. Or curled on top of him in bed. And, if he's really comfortable with you, you'll be big spooning him. (OMG being little spoon is SUCH a revelation to him). Like, unless there is a reason not to be hugging, ya'll are hugging.

His hugs are warm and restorative. Not possessive, per se, but they make you feel like you're right where you belong.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Very rarely. Almost never to his brothers since to him, I love you sounds like goodbye. It's what brothers say when they fall.

He'll feel love long before he verbalizes it. He's only ever said it to a few of his closest vod. To his partner? He'll say it after they do, but even then, it'll be a big moment. Like, an anniversary or something important like that. After that, it'll still be used sparingly so the right partner needs to be aware that he may not say it in words, but he says it in so many other ways.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Yes he does get jealous. He never thought of himself as a particularly jealous person, but trainers or older vod he really admired giving more attention to others always kinda rubbed him wrong. But the first time he meets someone he connects with romantically???? MASSIVE JEALOUSY.

But Cor is coolheaded and will think things through. He's patient. He's not one to fly off the handle or start a fight. He'll watch to see how his partner reacts to the person. He'll still step in after a while (admittedly a short while) because he really doesn't like not being the center of your attention. But he'll only address his partner directly and never be outright rude or aggressive about it unless the other person escalates things. (Though he may be cocky and snarky by actively not addressing the other person at all. Like it's obvious they're being annoyed. It's almost like he'd be ok with it turning into a fight, even if that's not his intention.) It's less about the other person and more about the fact that he wants to be as central to your world as you are to his.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

He doesn't really do platonic kisses, so that's out entirely.

For a partner, he goes with what he knows which at first is just on the lips. And he likes it. He really likes it. The intimacy of the act just does it for him. And if his partner lets out little hums and moans? He's in heaven. He loves the actual sensation of lips pressed to his and just the thought of knowing what you taste like. It's not until a partner kisses him first on his neck that he realizes how fun kisses can be elsewhere.

But to keep it PG, he'll usually default to a kiss on the lips for his partner any time he greets them or says goodbye. Every so often, he'll steal a kiss on your cheek in the middle of the day or in passing. And of course, he'll pepper small kisses on any skin he can reach when you're cuddling. If he's really in his feels about you, he'll pick up your hand and give that a kiss.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He's pretty good with kids. He never really spent much time with the cadets on Kamino after he was one, but his even temper and gentleness - and his cool kickass stories - make him very popular with kids. There are a few awkward moments the first time he really spends time with a little one, but he recovers quickly.

From the little experience he has, he does think about fatherhood in a positive light. It's not an end goal for him, but the idea of starting a family and raising a child with someone, having that bright energy in his life, is something that makes him warm and fuzzy.

What he can't handle is the chaos of a group of undisciplined children. He saw a bunch just being absolute menaces to their chaperones around Monument Plaza once and it was enough to make him question everything. His upbringing on Kamino may have been overly restrictive by nat-born standards, but he knows there is a happy medium that doesn't involve succumbing to the little terror's demands and screeches.

That's when he decides if he ever did marry and have a family, that the number of potential children gets capped at 2. No way will he willingly be outnumbered by his own creations.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Corkscrew is the kind of morning person who is so annoying. Not because he's chipper, but because it's like the morning doesn't phase him. There's no blinking sleep out of his eyes and slowly coming into consciousness for him. Nope, Cor is fully awake the moment his eyes open and he just goes about his day. Doesn't even need caf.

Mornings in the GAR will depend where his squad is at any time. But in an AU, he takes the slow quiet of the morning to get some personal tasks done before truly starting his day. A light breakfast (cereal because he knows his limits in the kitchen) and then he's getting through his core list to some music.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

In the GAR and on his own, Cor likes to use nights to decompress and be alone with his thoughts. He genuinely needs to wind down at the end of the day to be able to fall asleep. And growing up as he did, he appreciates a small bit of solitude to just focus on himself. It's the main time he can examine his own wants and needs without distraction.

But that doesn't mean he's a stick in the mud. He'll always be up for a night out at 79s or slightly illegal speeder racing (he just knows he'll likely be exhausted the next day) or even just hanging out with his brothers when the opportunity presents itself.

With a partner, it would pretty much be the same. Though if his partner were an introvert, then say goodbye lol. He'd go out with bros like once a month if that. If his partner wants to cuddle on the couch again, then he is 100% on board.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Cor is both open and closed off. Lemme explain.

There is virtually no difference in the way he'll treat close friends and new friends. He is open with his time, support, and energy right from the get go. And he'll reveal a lot about himself in this time - his preferences, his humor, his competitive side (which do not engage, he WILL win any challenge or die trying) all come through easily and naturally.

But there are two things about Corkscrew that only his closest loved ones know and he never even really opened up about them. More like these loved ones were close enough that Corkscrew didn't feel the need to push them down when they came up naturally. And they are...

How angry he can get when he feels like he's failed someone or someone he loves is going through something and he feels useless. All his gentleness and patience is gone. You're now looking at a born and bred soldier who only has one target.

Just how much he really does yearn for a normal, nat-born life.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

It takes A LOT to get this guy really fired up. Easiest is to threaten someone he cares about, insult his brothers, or question his commitment to the GAR and the Republic.

Even then, he won't lose control. He's three steps ahead and has thought through the most likely fight progressions and outcomes. His training kicks into high gear and he keeps an even head throughout.

He's also not very stubborn or hard headed, which makes it much easier for him to remain calm in new situations or when challenged by new information.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He'll remember the important things. Like, he is not going to off the top of his head remember everything you say in passing. But he'll write down when you mention what your favorite flower is and he'll take note if you tend to order the same thing at restaurants. He'll watch how you take care of yourself so he'll know how to do it when you can't. And he'll study that list of important things until they are second nature to him.

But like, you'll have to remind him of important events coming up in your life that wouldn't be on his radar usually and you'll have to remind him a few times (he's really not used to how nat-borns have to manage their own lives rather than having everything sorted by the GAR).

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Corkscrew is not in a relationship and has never been, so he has no favorite moment as of yet. But he is really just looking forward to connecting with someone in that true and deep way, so any moment when he feels that would qualify.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Oh so very protective but not in a prohibitive way. The man is an adrenaline junkie. He understands recklessness. But he's also reasonable and responsible and will channel any reckless urges partners and brothers have into safe versions.

Basically, Cor will let his loved ones spread their wings wide however they want ... he'll just be their shadow making sure they stay safe.

Sometimes he's too hands off or not concerned enough - because he's confident that he can protect everyone himself. If anything goes wrong in those cases, he really beats himself up for it afterward.

As for him being protected, he doesn't like it. It makes him feel uncomfortable. Not because it means he's weak. But because he views his entire purpose as being a protector, so the idea that someone else would do the same for him doesn't sit right as it takes away his purpose. Obviously his brothers watch his back in battle all the time, but that's a little different. If any of them took a hit for him, he'd not handle it well.

Similar for a partner. He's the protector. You're the protected. End of story. It is really the only position he will not budge on. There is no situation where he will be ok with you taking on risk to prevent the same of him.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Man tries SO HARD. Gives his all to everything all the time. How he has energy for it no one knows. It's a mystery and he just laughs at it.

He'll pick up extra duties on board if there's no action just to help out, and does his part at home, too.

(His closest brothers have ways to trick him into stopping for food or sleep because just telling him doesn't work unless you have the authority to stop him yourself. These tricks are because he has hurt himself before by pushing himself too far.)

And he's helped enough brothers plan special if not surreptitious dates for bothers before. So when it comes to planning dates with you, he's very proactive and on top of it. He'll try really hard with gifts but he's just not great at them to start with. He's insecure about his tastes and what you like and will second-guess his understanding of what you like. Give him a list or general ideas though and he's off to the races.

No matter what he gets you or what he plans for big days, he'll always put you at the center of it and make sure that you'll appreciate what he is bringing to the table,

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Corkscrew's altruism gets to unhealthy places if no one checks him and that leads to dangerous behavior. He also has the habit of pushing down his own wants and needs, but that's overflowed into pushing down any negative reaction or emotion if he feels overwhelmed. That means it's really hard for Cor to recognize he's reaching a breaking point either mentally or physically.

He also doesn't realize, but by deprioritizing himself and acting on his own when he thinks its best, he is pushing away and hurting those who love him.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

More than average level of vanity but not concieted. When all you see is the same face every day, you come to understand that dang, that is a handsome face. He takes good care of his hair (which is slightly longer than regulations but not enough to garner attention) and does enjoy the physical results of his conditioning and exercise.

Corkscrew is hot and he knows it and that's about as self-indulgent as he gets.

He got dared by his squad mates to cut a bit of his eyebrow off once (because they were aware he liked to be a "pretty boy"). But jokes on them, he liked the edginess it gave him and now it's a permanent feature.

He was legitimately concerned about the large scar that bisects his right thigh (transparisteel from his fighter shattered mid-battle and cut deep. He crashed into the docking bay of the Venator before passing out). It wasn't just that it was rough looking, but it was in a spot that only medics and bed partners would see, and the latter wouldn't think about scars the same way some brothers do, as badges of honor. He is still very self-conscious about it.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

He already doesn't. Cor really feels like something is missing. But his identity is so bound to the GAR that he convinces himself that the feeling is just longing and not a void in his very soul.

Once he finds a partner that he loves, Corkscrew would prefer spending every night together. He understands that may not always be possible, but damn he's gone so long without you that he can't go back to feeling incomplete.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Man is competitive as SHIT. Like, you wanna see him lose control without putting yourself in danger? Challenge him to anything. Literally anything. And like the small child he really is at heart, he can't let it go. But be warned, he's really adept at finding ways to win. And he'll keep rechallenging you until he's got you beat.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Selfishness and inconsideration. Being mindful is so part of who he is that someone who objectively doesn't operate at least a little in the same way would be incompatible. He'd grow resentful of them.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He has a pretty regular sleep pattern when on leave and non-active engagement, as is standard for the GAR. But he doesn't need to be. Corkscrew can nap for 30 minutes and be good to go. It's not fair and other brothers hate him for it (affectionately).

He does snore a bit, but lightly and he doesn't tend to move too much. Maybe that's why it's so restful?

He also likes both a shirt and sleep pants for bed. Much more than just boxers or even just pants.

That's all for Corkscrew for now. Keep an eye out for his NSFW Alphabet and maybe a ficlet or two in the near future!

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