#i love her so much i am going to eat her character sheet

[raviollies]

Wardrobe expansion for Blythe!

[bia-wayne-west]

Pregnancy — Barry Allen x Reader

Characters: Barry Allen (The Flash), Reader (You).

Synopsis: You have been married to Barry for two years. One fine day, you start to feel a hunger worthy of a little speedster.

Warnings: Pregnancy, seasickness, pregnancy discovery

N / A: I did this imagine in 10 minutes. I watched a pregnancy movie with my cousin, and then we went to watch The Flash, she suggested the idea to me and I loved it. Hope you like it.

I'm a Latina girl who doesn't speak fluent English, so I want to apologize for any writing errors you find. Feel free to correct me.

MASTERLIST

The day had begun. The sun came through the window, causing you to curl up even more in the duvets.

You ran your hand over the bed, feeling the sheet to feel Allen's warm body. There was only an empty space, indicating that he had been awake for some time.

Your mind tried to sleep again, however, a sweet smell flooded his nostrils. You could have sworn it smelled like pancakes and condensed milk.

The sheets were set aside as his feet touched the ground. With delicate steps, you made your way to the kitchen, being guided by the wonderful smell. You had no intention of surprising Barry, as he could see everything happening in slow motion and could easily see you approaching.

 Allen held a frying pan, trying to flip a pancake. On the kitchen counter was a stack of pancakes and two coffee cups of Jitters.

With a smile on your face, you approached your husband, placing your hand on the speedster's shoulder. Barry's face lit up, showing a sweet smile.

“Good morning.”

“Good morning, my dear.”

“What are you doing?” You ask.

“You always make coffee, I decided to make it for you today.” Allen placed the last finished pancake on the plate, enjoying the view of what he had just prepared. “Are you hungry?”

“I think I could devour a whole cow.” Your stomach churned, complaining of hunger.

 You usually didn't eat much, unlike your husband. Barry had to consume at least fifteen thousand calories daily, so he could stay upright and healthy. He literally ate all day and kept him body skinny.

Unlike you, who hardly felt hungry. You were the perfect couple. When you couldn't finish your snack, Allen was able to eat everything and still had plenty of room in his stomach. A few weeks ago, you began to feel extraordinarily hungry.

 You ate almost the same amount of food as Barry. It seemed like you were a speedster, too. Her sense of smell could sense food being prepared in other rooms, as well as feeling terrible nausea and dizziness. You thought it was vitamin’s problem, and you bought some to make yourself feel better.

 Within seconds, the breakfast table was fully set. Without much ceremony, you joined your husband to enjoy their morning meal.

“I could have sworn you have hypermetabolism too.” He joked when he saw you steal a pancake from him after eating yours.

“I don't know what happened. It feels like I'm eating for an army.” You verbalized, picking up the dishes to wash them. As soon as your hand placed the last glass in the sink, a horrible sensation gripped your entire body. You ran to the bathroom, feeling a terrible urge to vomit. Your body leaned over the toilet as the breakfast was poured out.

In less than a second, Barry appeared at your side, his face full of concern. One hand held your hair, while the other smoothed your back.

 “Are you okay?”

“I am. I think I ate more than my stomach can handle.”

“Let Caitlin examine you.”

“I told you I'm fine, dear.” You got up with Barry's help. Along the way, you felt your vision darken and your body vibrate, as if you were a speedster. “I think going to see Caitlin is a good idea.”

 (…)

“I have two new features.” Caitlin said, as soon as she finished examining your blood. “A good one and a bad one, depending on one's point of view.”

“What's the good news?” Barry asked. Cisco, Joe, Barry, and you were waiting in the exam room. Caitlin held a sheet of paper with the results of your exams.

“You're pregnant.”

 Your world spun. Your chest collapsed with happiness. A year ago, you and Barry were planning to have a child, but you never had any luck.

Allen took your hand. The speedster's face was flooded with a smile. Everyone in the room was happy with the news of yet another person being added to Team Flash.

“And what's the bad news?” You asked.

“Very well.” She seemed to be looking for the right words. “I did an ultrasound, and it looks like the baby's heart has stopped.”

“You mean he's dead?”

Everyone in the room asked at once. Tears had already appeared in your eyes, you had barely gotten used to the idea of being a mother, and your little Allen was no longer with you.

“Theoretically, yes.”

“Explain it properly.” You demanded.

“When Barry was struck by lightning, his heart stopped several times. Doctors believed he had died because the machines couldn't record his heartbeat.” She explained. “But his heart had never stopped, what happened is that he was so fast that not even the machines could keep up.”

“So your theory is that the baby is like Barry?” Cisco chimed in. His face was in an expression it was always when he was thinking. “My God, that completely explains your extraordinary hunger and why you started vibrating like a speedster.”

“Our son is also fast.” Allen said, grinning from ear to ear. He deposited a beak on your lips, still holding your hand.

 Ten years later…

 You've finished setting the lunch table. The dish of the day was pasta with broccoli and cheese. Benjamin Allen's favorite meal.

After putting the last dish on the table, you called your child. Benjamin quickly descended using his powers.

The wind caused by your little one's speed left one of the glasses on the table unbalanced. Before Ben had a chance to catch him, another speedster came in front of him. Barry put the glass right where it was before, and went to meet him.

The brunette wrapped his arms around his body and pressed a sweet kiss to her neck. A laugh escaped his throat as he saw his son utter an exclamation of disgust.

“Please, your son is here watching you be completely disgusting. Ben said, sitting in the chair.

Benjamin has the same hair color as yours, but he had the same green eyes as his father. Everyone who saw him always said the same thing, that he was a faithful copy of Barry Allen.

 He and your husband were the guardians of Central City. The little one has not yet obtained all of his father's abilities, but he has the super speed and the ability to vibrate his body and molecules.

 In the middle of lunch, you smiled when you saw the size of your child's plate, which was three times larger than yours. That scene reminded him of something.

“Ben, would you like to hear the story of the day I found out I was pregnant?”

[journals-of-the-guardian-project]

LORE POST #1

Redesign of my Chat Noir redesign to go together with my rewrite which I will talk a lot about under the cut. I'm pretty set on this design too and will link it at the beginning of the fic when I get ten chapters completed and ready to post :3

What is different from canon, why I am changing some things, etc. Feel free to just read my thoughts around the design if you want to read my fic without any guidelines of what I'm planning so far for him

BUT I won't spoil anything major dw

The design:

I've changed chat noir's design so it would blend in more at night. The preferred the sleek black tones over the glow in the dark green I gave him before. I take a whole lot of inspiration from the PV of miraculous ladybug in these designs so of course his hair is still floofy.

When initially designing Chat noir, the tips of his hair are darker since I really liked that trait some other redesigns gave him so I included it without making his whole head of hair black.

I got the idea to base his design off of rust and RAN with it! He still has some greens in his design but they've shifted closer to yellow green and gold for the color scheme!

I've liked the idea about the clothes in the hero designs looking more cloth like too so I've incorporated that into the design with pockets and a zipper cause I can. Since Adrien has been thinking about being a superhero for a while, his design is more thought out were it could be.

EDIT: Forgot to mention!! Ladybelle has a lil more black in her design and now chat has a little more red! :3 matching

I saw some concept art of Chat Noir with a hat at one point and I loved it so much I wanted to keep it in to a certain extent, SO Marichat moment all the way. I decided to add the bells back into his design (I missed them) and took inspiration from @/callimara's Chat Noir design.

Chat noir will still be very cat like in this and I thought it'd be funky if his feat were like a cat's

Overall it isn't much of a design change for some aspects but I really like how it turned out!

K story stuff now:

I want to get ten chapters done before I post chapters again on the first fic since I don't think I did the best job introducing what I've changed. This isn't talking about adrien agreste's life this is more his role as Chat Noir. I'll get to adrien when I get his redesign sheet finished

(any part of this section might be edited in the future but this is basically part of my ideas)

Honestly a whole lot of the fic(s) is(are)

Fault of canon? -> Solution

I've been developing for two years now and I just gotta write it out... Entirely hinging on my execution sigh

Chat noir's powers are now on a more equal footing with Ladybug's (Ladybelle now) and I'll get more indepth when I post Ladybug's redesign and stuff but basically

The miracle box is a mix mash of several miraculous's from other boxes due to an event Guardian Marianne caused. Supposedly, she unleashed the Rabbit kwami of time on the guardians in an act of defiance. Resulting in rips in time eating away the members present for such an event, burning to death in fire. Marianne managed to run away with the miraculous's she could obtain and do her best to live her life knowing what she's done.

The Ladybug and Cat miraculous are a duo pair. Strongest when used in a partnership. Many are tempted to use both at the same time for what the powers merge to become but this isn't the strongest path.

Tikki and Plagg are soulmates you could say. They aren't really romantic but they are bonded for life. Never one without the other.

They are the only miraculous pairing in the new mixmash of the guardian box. Eventually Marianne gives the responsibility to Master Fu, her lover, before the rabbit comes after her as well.

I'll talk more about the changes I've made to Tikki's character in Ladybelle's post but as a part of the Miraculous cure, something all pairing miraculous's have to purify evils and darkness, it requires both parties to be present. Usually some form of touch or communication initiates the Miraculous cure

"Pound it!"

Chat noir can use his power alone to defeat evils but it's like cauterizing a wound. He doesn't figure this out for a bit.

I'll talk more about the miraculous cure in Ladybelle's post

This is still a part of the story I'm working on but:

the miraculous of destruction gets more powerful the longer the user wields it. With techniques and familiarity, Chat noir will be able to make black pockets of nothing just from a touch. Yes I'm including this from the concept art. Though he'll only get this later down the road

Chat noir is still a form of escapism to Adrien and part of his character arc is realizing he can't rely on it like that. A large part of adrien's character I'll talk about in adrien's post ties into Chat Noir too

I'm still figuring out some plot points for him so this is where I'll end this off. But I will say I'm planning on Chat Noir getting more time with the kwamis and more of a role in the Guardian arc and guardian stuff in general

[white-poppie]

C꩜de Red! (hcs.ft Yan!Manila Mikey)

SYNOPSIS: Headcanons of Yandere Manila Mikey taking care of you while you are on your period REQUEST: "Hii! Could I get a yandere manila Mikey x darling who is on her period? GENRE: HEADCANONS, YANDERE! fluff WARNINGS: Reader has a Uterus, ooc mikey, mentions of blood (obv), overprotectiveness, Mikey being too clingy, a littol toxic behaviour, jealousy ୨୧ CHARACTERS: Yandere!Mikey x Gn!reader-(uterus haver)

Yandere Mikey?? Boy be prepared for random bursts of emotions, possessiveness, mood swings and irritative behaviour...you might actually think he is the one who is on his period lmao.

Yan!Manila Mikey is a very possessive and protective person, and expect him to become even more overbearing and clingy.

Doesn't like you going out in general cause it makes him anxious, you are so innocent and the world is so scary, he's just so worried about your safety. But he cannot control your life so he's made peace with it (correction: tries to make peace with it.)

But while you are having the big red? Oh boy..you are not going anywhere. You'll stay in bed, Mikey would get you soup, cuddles, watch Pride and Prejudice for the nth time yada yada, he'll do anything.

He'll bring you your favourite snacks and drinks and cuddle you the entire time, he'll massage your back give you forehead kisses, and basically loves pampering you during this time!

But if you have to go out because of some stupid class or meeting at work? Expect him to show up during lunchtime with a hot meal :) It's annoying but endearing. (please eating cold food during periods is so weird uhuhu)

Mikey would keep track of your menstrual cycle to know when to expect your period. This way, he can be prepared and have everything you need. Mikey is highly protective of you all the time, but he becomes even more so when you're on your period.

Mikey is also a little bit possessive when you're on your period. He doesn't want anyone else to see you in your vulnerable state.

Probably the only time he wouldn't get angry if you give him attitude. He knows that you may be more irritable or emotional than usual, and he's always prepared to handle it.

You can cry as much as you want to. He'll hug you close and whisper sweet nothings to you, he's not the best at words, but you appreciate it nonetheless.

Plus it's advantageous to this koala because he loves sleeping and you guys can thus stay longer in bed.

Would give you a lower back massage to help you relax, he's pretty good at it too!

Doesn't care if you soil the sheets accidentally, he'll wash them for you without any problem. I have a drabble for this here: Shark week!

Mikey's overprotectiveness can be a bit suffocating at times, but he truly believes that he's just trying to help you.

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[cherryc1nnam0n]

Coffee for your head | Eddie Munson x FEM!Reader

Summary: Eddie is in his death bed... He has so much to say...

Cw: Major angst warning!! Major character death, sad topics, illness, death bed, agonizing, little smut

Writer's note: This is based off Death Bed by Powfu. I was listening to it when coming home from work, and I wanted to write it as Eddie and you

Don't stay away for too long, don't go to bed

I'll make a cup of coffee for your head

It'll get you up and going out of bed

"I'm sorry, you don't have long enough... Maybe, 4 months"

That was the moment their lives changed

Only at age 25 Eddie Munson has been diagnosed with lung cancer, terminal, there was nothing the doctors could do to safe him

"Eddie... No..." You had whispered grabbing his hand

A lonely tear had left his eye without him noticing, he just let out an anguished breath

Yeah, I don't wanna fall asleep, I don't wanna pass away

I been thinking of our future, 'cause I'll never see those days

I don't know why this has happened, but I probably deserve it

I tried to do my best, but you know that I'm not perfect

"I would recommend enjoying the last moments you have together, do the things you love, eat what you like, just, make good memories in the mean time"

The couple had gone home in silence, quiet sobs being heard from her as she held his hand during the ride home

They had moved together 3 years ago, making a small apartment their safe home, but now it had became all moody and sad

It was no lie that Eddie smoked a lot, since he was a teen, but his cancer had been too aggressive and it was taking him out really fast

"What am I gonna do without you Eddie?" You said sobbing into his chest as he held you close to him

"Live..." You cried even harder

"I can't live without you Eddie, you're my whole life"

I been praying for forgiveness, you've been praying for my health

When I leave this Earth, hoping you'll find someone else

'Cause, yeah, we still young, there's so much we haven't done

Getting married, start a family, watch your husband with his son

That night he tried to calm you down my making love to you, slow and tender, with lots of love in each move he made, his kisses filled with sorrow and pain, he knew he didn't have long to do this so he had to enjoy the moments he had you

During the days his health went downhill, he couldn't move a lot, his breathing would be different during the night, you prayed every night to whoever was out there to save him but they never seemed to answer back

Soon he had to use oxygen to breath properly, moving out of the bed was too much work as time went on

"It's almost time for me to go baby..." He had said to you one day

You had cried onto his chest, begging him not to leave you

I wish it could be me, but I won't make it out this bed

I hope I go to Heaven, so I see you once again

My life was kinda short, but I got so many blessings

Happy you were mine, it sucks that it's all ending

"I love you so much Y/n..."

"I love you too Eddie"

"You'll find someone else baby, someone who will love you so much" you shook your head

"I only want you, you're my only love"

He caressed your cheek

I'm happy that you here with me, I'm sorry if I tear up

When me and you were younger, you would always make me cheer up

Taking goofy videos and walking through the park

You would jump into my arms every time you heard a bark

"Remember that day at the fair? When you got lost and I found you near the fountain?" You nodded "I'll find you again in another life baby"

Cuddle in your sheets, sing me sound asleep

And sneak out through your kitchen at exactly 1:03

Sundays, went to church, on Mondays, watched a movie

Soon you'll be alone, sorry that you have to lose me

"You can go Eddie... Rest my love" you had finally accepted what was to come

"I love you..."

"I love you too..."

With one final smile he closed his eyes and finally left this world...

Don't stay away for too long, don't go to bed

I'll make a cup of coffee for your head

It'll get you up and going out of bed

[sistervirtue]

YOU KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS

welcome to sistervirtue dot tumblr dot com. those of you who have read my url...seen my icon...may be wondering: who is this woman? who is Sister Virtue?

as the @original-character-championship bracket begins, I would like to take the time to introduce you to her. go on. take a seat.

[art credit: @/omusubigender, @/citrus-sours, @/kkbardd, @/pcktknife, @/celebiis, @/citrus-sours]

Sister Virtue is a not-quite woman not-quite of the cloth with a bit of a scowl and an unholy attitude problem. Formerly a cherub known as Theophania serving in the appellate choirs of heaven, she judged human souls and debated the dogma of heaven day in and day out.

Although a perfect machine of heaven, Theophania was not heartless. Through her friendship with the Archangel Gabriel, whom represents human souls and their interests in the courts of heaven, she learned about those she judged.

And I am going to let you in on a secret. Angels and demons are both creatures of passion, just their passion turns in different ways. Demons experience passion for the self. Angels turn their passion towards God. And for Theophania, her passion turned in a different way-- towards those silly little animals whom she watched day in and day out. (Even you!)

So when Gabriel came lamenting of the Seraphim's decision to bring forth the end of humanity, she may have done something a bit drastic. Drastic like stealing the Eye of God, an important artifact containing the summation of all knowledge, and then slamming it into her own skull in order to hold it hostage and kick up enough of a fuss that the angels acquiesced and agreed to come to some sort of truce. The ultimate blasphemy.

She would be felled. If she cared so much about those silly, stupid animals, she could spend the rest of eternity proving they were worth it. Shoved into a body made of flesh and her powers largely sealed behind seven penances, Sister Virtue is tasked with protecting humanity from all threats divine or diabolic. She cannot die; [officially banned to prevent any loopholes or complicated litigation later] but she can give up... but doing so would mean damning all of humanity in the entire process.

After crash-landing into a convent and taking the administrative lead of the attached school (now known as Eschaton Academy) Sister Virtue is establishing a network of those both blessed and possessed to aid her in the arduous process of keeping people safe, all while trying to figure out what it means to be human herself.

So Why should you vote for her?

Let's face it, we're not in high school any more.

Coming of age stories for teens are fun, but sometimes... you don't really start coming of age until your 20's, 30's, 40's... Virtue, 37 human years old, is here to show the journey of growing into your skin even if that comes after high school.

2. She's hot as hell.

A nun in her work uniform, Sister Virtue at heart is a truckin', smokin', wrestlin' uncle of a woman, and her casual attitude and casual attire reflect this. And let's face it. A woman who hates wearing shirts and has a happy trail is a god-sent gift for all of us.

[art credit @ koiiluvz]

3. She's just a bit weird.

She named her car (a self-"upgraded" hearse) the Popemobile. She smokes cigarettes because she likes the taste. She doesn't mind nudity, but gets shy eating in public because digestion is just a little too intimate for an angel. She loves paperwork. Sometimes she regurgitates the angel equivalent of a hairball.

4. Don't know about all this original universe lore? She's got a D&D Iteration.

You can find her character sheet here-- She;s a tanky fallen aasimar paladin with 3 different ways to intimidate. Because you don't even need a gun with an attitude like hers.

5. She'd vote for you

At the end of the day, Sister Virtue is someone who runs on love. Love for all of humanity. Including you. Even if you don't believe in Virtue, virtue believes in you, and you should believe in you too.

Questions? Concerns? Comments? Check out my eschaton academy tag. Or pop into my inbox or dms.

(she even has emotes. art credit @/pcktknife, @/citrus-sours, and @/GR4FF1T1 [on toyhouse] )

[angelltheninth]

Hi! Can I make a request? Arcane characters x fem!vampire!s/o? (s/o drinks human blood). Thank you very much!

I love vampires. They're so hot.

Pairing: Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn, Ekko, Silco, Sevika, Viktor, Jayce x Reader

Tags: vampires, blood drinking, biting, cuddles

A/N: It's odd that I like vampires so much cause I am not good with blood. When I was a kid I prickled my finger on a needle, saw the tiniest drop of blood and fainted. I'm better with it now though don't worry!

She found find it extremely interesting. Jinx is pretty out of the box herself so to find someone who's even more so is like a dream come true for her.

Not weirded out by you drinking blood but does not recommend her own because of the Shimmer. Since she doesn't know what effect that would have on you it's better that you don't drink her blood, she doesn't want you to get hurt.

"You wanna take a bite outta me sugar? That's kinky and all but I wouldn't recommend it. Don't need to get you depended on something more dangerous than blood see. I can get you blood from somewhere else though. I am not gonna kidnap anyone! That's rude!"

Vi would find it a little odd at first but she spent her childhood in Zaun so she's seen some pretty weird stuff before. As long as you're not killing people when you drink the blood she's cool with it.

Will let you drink her blood whenever you want. The first bite was a little weird for her at first but when she heard the way you moaned when you drank her blood she doesn't have a problem with it anymore.

"Hey sweet stuff, if you want you can drink my blood. Might not be the best but I think I can take what ever you can give. Oh! That's uh... a little odd. Not bad though. Did you just moan? I... I see. Interesting. Is there anywhere else you wanna bite?"

At first Caitlyn thinks you're joking. It's not until she actually sees you drinking blood that he believes you, and even then she has to make sure it's real blood.

She won't let you drink her blood but she will buy you some. Legally of course. And it will be the best blood you've ever tasted. Caitlyn's blood though is a very, very rare treat.

"So you eat real blood? Are you lying to me darling? Hm... where do you get it from? Oh. Are the people ok at the end? No, you can't bite me. Not like that anyway. Wait, is that why you're into biting? I feel like I should have connected the dots sooner."

Ekko has seen a lot of strange people in Zaun so it's pretty hard to scare him away, even with you drinking blood and all. He claims he's seen a lot weirder and a lot more vicious.

He knows that you don't kill people you feed on and some of his friends even volunteer so you don't have to go out to look for food. Of course he offers his own blood too, but mostly at night before the two of you go to sleep. Well he does you just like to cuddle.

"Try not to bite in too many places ok Firefly, I don't need the extra teasing tomorrow. Stop, I said not there haha, you know I'm ticklish there. You can do it here, come on. Take a big bite, I don't mind."

Well Silco literally has a business selling Shimmer so he can't fault other for their vices or things they enjoy. In fact he's pretty interested when you tell him about your nature.

He won't let you drink a lot of his blood because he has taken Shimmer too, he doesn't want you depended on that. But he can get you any blood you need, whatever you like most, he has a ton of connections.

"You're thirsty darling? What do you feel like today? No, stay in bed, I'll bring it too you, just rest. Here you go darling, don't drink it all one go. And you got some on the sheets. Do you want more? You can bite my wrist, but you know the rules."

Sevika isn't that surprised, she already knew you were into biting and scratching, this just adds a new element to it. She only lets you drink her blood when you're being intimate with each other because it gives you and extra rush of adrenaline.

She will go out with you when you need to feed because she's pretty protective but also because she thinks it's so hot and that you look badass while doing it.

"You want a bite sugar lips, you can bite anywhere you want. Inner thigh? You're feisty today aren't you. I love that side of you. Do you need to go out today. I'll go with you, you know how hot I think it is."

The mere fact that you exist is a wonder to Viktor's brain. Sometimes he think he's being a little overbearing with the amount of questions he has for you.

He doesn't want you to drink his blood because he's already pretty weak so you draining him would just make him pass out. He will let you bite him though but not drain him. Well not his blood at least.

"Don't bite all the way okay darling? You can eat after. Let's just relax a little for now. We can take a bath later and then we can have something to eat. Not me! I can get on the table but not for that."

Jayce always lets you feed on him. He doesn't mind even if you climb on top of him and bite into his neck just before bed. He'll cup the back of your head and angle his head for easier access.

He likes feeling your teeth on his skin. Not a very big fan of seeing you drink blood from a cup because he's not the best with the sight of a lot of blood at once. But strangely doesn't mind you kissing him after you drink his blood.

"You don't need to drink that babe. Come over here, sit on my lap. There you go, bite as hard as you want I don't care. Oh, you're going at it hard today, are you feeling alright? Pace yourself okay, take it slow, I love having you like this."

[mihrsuri]

Some More Fictional Universe Discord Content

@nocompromise-noregrets

Ellie - just a warning that you will probably want to strangle Armada (i had to take five minutes to scream) but she gets smacked down and also I CANNOT EVEN.

Armada: no really WHAT IS THE KARLIENE REYNOLDS SONG??

i had a name before him/i took it back/but his brand upon me/will never wash away/in the light of the sun and stars/i thought i might be holy moonlight/instead of tainted ground/an eagle collar about my neck.

RestorationistKingsLeftButtock: I DON’T KNOW BUT I HATE IT [one fear dot gif] because Thomas has been associated with the moon so much (Henry’s poetry, Anne’s - the motifs in their possessions) and Norwich’s personal coat of arms is an eagle owl.

TransCrozier: SHIT SHIT SHIT FUCK. FUCK. I am going to go and lay in the DIRT. AND EAT IT. Waiting is unbearable.

RestorationistKingsLeftButtock: Okay the watch party is over in #show-watch - it will contain spoilers, live reactions and memes. And PANICK.

PoppyMcGee: THE OPENING. THE OPENING. SHIT FUCK FUCK. Let me break this down.

the entire scene with john and thomas is horrific just horrific. the threat the menace that bruise he left.

and then thomas ripping off all the sheets and covers on his bed and that part with trying to scrub his skin i just…god that’s awful. James Frain you owe me for emotional damages.

how he knew to cover up the self harm scars and the bruises like WHAT DOES THIS MEAN (we know about his father but the scars are…that’s something else).

Armada: it must have been a really bad breakup like that is some bad blood (sorry for the taylor swift) between them to send thomas into that spiral.

TransCrozier: respectfully this is not ‘a bad breakup’ reaction and that is not someone reacting to a bad breakup related guilt. that is an abuser. Norwich is an abuser/was abusive. The way he so clearly used ‘you ruined any trace of me Antonius - when did you gain the notion that you could so ruin that which I own’ that is not romantic.

Armada: Like, I love you Rhi but no - it’s maybe not the healthiest but they were both younger then - Thomas was still early twenties and you don’t make the best decisions then and he’d come off an abusive childhood in the 16th century, I think what we are seeing is a breakdown about how he regrets how it ended/how he ended it specifically (also side note James is so pretty when he cries!)

RestorationistKingsLeftButtock:……OH SHIT ANNE. ANNE. ANNE.

PoppyMcGee: look i am not an Annewell shipper but the way she absolutely takes care of him - gives him the choice every step of the way! Tells him what she’s doing!

TransCrozier: I am a Triad OTPer as we all know (I just find Cromwich interesting as a multishipper) by now etc and just, THE LOVE. THE LOVE. THE WAY ANNE made sure to ask Thomas what coverings he didn’t want. Also I am soft for bathing scenes.

RestorationistKingsLeftButtock: AGREED RHI. AGREED SO HARD.

Armada: UGH ANNE DO WE HAVE TO SEE HER SO MUCH [Edit: I’m sorry I know the server doesn’t allow character hate but i just don’t like her or Cromannery. Or it’s not that i don’t like her but i don’t like her with Thomas].

Poppy McGee:….yeah i agree with you Essie - I want Anne to be the cool lesbian of my heart that she should be but i do love her taking care of thomas.

Armada: that bit was sweet but yeah, what poppy said. She doesn’t need men and she’s much worse for them! But what’s going on now.

RestorationistKingsLeftButtock:

“I was ten years old, my mother not long dead and my father was in need of funds and drink. Lord Norwich, as he was then offered him silver under a disguise so my father would not extort more funds out of him. I came into his household and thought myself landed somewhere better. He branded and bedded me for the first time that same day - I cut it out of me the day I took my chance and fled - five years almost to the day after.”

……I am going to be sick. I am going to be sick.

TransCrozier:

“I am but a tainted thing - he has been on and in every part of me - I could not speak of the shame, though I should have done - I should have never let you, let either of you think I was worthy of you, Your Majesty. I am so sorry.”

THOMAS BLAMES HIMSELF. HE STILL BLAMES HIMSELF I AM GOING TO RESURRECT NORWICH AND KILL HIM AGAIN MYSELF AND THEN REPEAT IT AGAIN.

RestorationistKingsLeftButtock: ANNE YOUR RESPONSE I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU. NATALIE DORMER YOU GORGEOUS GORGEOUS HUMAN BEING.

TransCrozier: AMINA YOU ARE SO CORRECT. Queen Anne you perfect glorious woman I am once again AT YOUR FEET.

RestorationistKingsLeftButtock: hi @everyone i checked the history from several reputable sources (see here, here and here) and this is real. the show did not make it up - it’s just a recent discovery. Which i did not know about :(.

TransCrozier: neither did I i went in because RUPERT and then kind of fell into adoration - like obviously we all know triad is endgame because duh, history but i knew nothing else.

PoppyMcGee: I didn’t want to believe it :(. But I checked and it’s true :(. It’s fucking true. Norwich did that and he has no remorse.

RestorationistKingsLeftButtock: also fyi to several people who I’ve had to talk to about this - no ten was very much considered a child in the 16th century. Even fifteen was not ‘fully adult’ as such. This is rape and child sexual abuse and if you spout any more denial about that I will ban you.

TransCrozier: AMINA I AM KISSING YOU ON THE MOUTH. Also the fact that Anne volunteers to tell Henry, reassures Thomas that he won’t be angry just destroyed me all over again. CANNOT WAIT FOR THE POST SHOW CONTENT TO DESTROY ME AGAIN. ALSO HENRY’S REACTION.

Armada: …okay whatever. Sorry for having opinions i guess. can i even just say that even if it is abusive the triad is equally abusive.

[wampabampa]

Ding ding ! Order up !!

I finally finished it! After putting it off for three weeks! She is done!

Riley Moa! The fiery little diner owner of Home! Riley came to home with a dream..a dream to cook!

Unfortunately for her Howdy ruined everyone’s taste buds with soap and wood chips…but she shall prevail!

As a puppet she was primarily used as a background character(a lot like the Joyful siblings and Ms. Beagle), only ever being more than a bgc in one or two episodes. Her puppet version has a pot of coffee glued to her hand cause what diner doesn’t serve its patrons coffee?!

Personality wise she has no clue what’s going on, she’s just there servin eggs man.

“Oh Julie threw a bowling ball through the window? Where? ..Huh?? Here? Rlly?? When? Just now!?” She tryin her best man🥄😔❤️

Other than zoning out 200% of the time, Riley is mighty argumentative! Always having something to say when it comes to food specifically. She just can’t let people think your mashed potatoes are supposed to be bubbly! Horrible, awful, blastfomus! (Has sent howdy hate mail saying his products are, and I quote, “the most uncool stuff ever” ) (her hate mail was lost thanks to Barnaby) (sad) Maybe one day she’ll teach that caterpillar a lesson or two, but until that day comes, keep cookin Wambs!!

She is also a sugar lover! Loves sugar so much that she refuses to bake unless necessary in fear she will eat all the sugar!! She pays Poppy to bake her diner treats for her 😔🥄❤️ get that bag Poppy

I am horrible at like actually explaining a character so ima stop there and let it progress as I post more😔 doodle time + color sheet + fits ref

☀️Note🪲 her colors have changed compared to the fits ref sheet! The first img is her new colors

[squigglebottom]

Blood Of My Blood

18+ Minors don’t you dare!!!

Word Count: 2751

Pairing: Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, Original Female Character

Warnings: Explicit, Mention Of Throuple, MMF, Dépression, PTSD, Death, Trauma, Refusing To Eat, Swearing.

Synopsis:

It's been a week after the events of the great earthquake in Hawkins and the night Eddie died. Steve has moved Layla into his house after Eddie's trailer was split in half. She had been held up in Steve's room the whole time, she doesn't eat, sleeps most of the day, and won't talk to anyone or leave. Steve lays next to her every night to watch over her. Nothing seems to change till one night, Layla hears a voice coming from outside calling her name. She thinks perhaps it's hallucinations brought on by her grief. Steve doesn't believe her yet she insists she's hearing a voice. Who could be trying to contact Layla? A lost soul, someone from her past, a ghost? Or perhaps....all three?

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Prologue

"Eddie? What are you doing? Come on just grab the rope and let's go!" Layla begged her boyfriend as he stood in the Upside Down version of his trailer. Eddie had a look on contemplation, as if he was about to do something brave and very stupid. Layla and Eddie had been dating for four years, spent almost every moment together, jammed out for hours, and had a such a close bond they knew each other better than themselves. Layla could tell by Eddie's expression that he was going to do something she'd never forgive him for.

"Wait Eddie...what are you doing? Those bats are locked in your room but not for long you need to hurry up let's go!" Eddie looked up at Dustin and Layla as he grabbed his makeshift spear and started cutting the sheet made rope.

"Dustin...I'm sorry...but I need to bide more time. Watch out for my girl. Layla-baby I love you so much but I have to do this. Im not running away anymore. Please don't hate me."

The rope hit the ground on both sides, Eddie moved the mattress, grabbed this weapons and ran out of the trailer.

"Nooo!! Eddie!! What the hell? COME BACK!!" screamed Dustin with Layla overlapping him with "Eddie you fucking asshole!! Get back here now!!"

Eddie got on his bike and drove off as fast as he could before running over debris and fell off. He turned around to face the hoard of Demobats coming towards him. They swarmed him as he got his shield and spear ready to take them on. His futile attempts to handle the flying demons proved to be too much as he fell to the ground and was being eaten alive. His screams could be heard throughout the Upside Down. Eddie began to think all was lost until he saw Dustin and Layla swinging with all their might to get the bats away from him. After the Demobats were brought down, Layla and Dustin ran to Eddie's side. He was bleeding all over his torso where the bats had sank their teeth into him.

"Oh fuck no no no fuck fuck Eddie!! Eddie look at me!! Eddie I'm here! Baby look at me!!" Layla sobbing through her screams as she cradled Eddie in her arms.

"We need to wrap him up to stop the bleeding!"

"There's nothing here Layla! We don't have-any-oh damn."

"What about the sheets in the trailer? Help me drag him-come on Dustin let's go!"

"How am I going to drag him? I'm half his size and I fucked up my ankle!"

"Fine I'll do it! I'm not leaving him here to bleed out!"

"Lays....stop...stop..." said Eddie weakened by his injuries. He was starting to become dizzy and his vision blurry. "You need...to stop...Princess. It won't...work."

"Eddie your going to be fine I'm not leaving you here I'm not living without you....FUCK!" Layla's denial of the situation was starting to fade away. She knew Eddie was dying and there was nothing she could do. She collapsed onto Eddie's chest with her head nuzzled in his neck and arm draped around his mutilated flesh.

"You gotta take care of the kids now Dustin. You better do what I say. I love you, man "

" I love you too man. I will...I swear I will."

"Lays....my life didn't begin until I met you. I know that's corny as shit but it's fucking true. Your the greatest woman I've ever known. I'm sorry I fucked this up. I fucked up so much...school...your parents...my life...I should've just listened to you and not been such a loser."

"Shut up....your not a loser...your the only thing that has ever mattered to me. Please don't leave me. I won't be able to handle...it...oh please...fuck...I love you so much!"

Layla lifted herself up and kissed Eddie until he was no longer kissing her back. Her and Dustin laid there crying for what felt like hours. They didn't leave until Robin, Steve, and Nancy came back from the Creel house. Layla was now in catatonic shock as Steve lifted and carried her tightly as they walked back to the trailer to leave the Upside Down.

Chapter One

I have lost the will to live,

Simply nothing more to give,

There is nothing more for me,

Need the end to set me free.

"Fade To Black" - Metallica

It had been a week since the split in the Earth had devastated Hawkins. Many residents packed their things while others stayed behind. Max was at the hospital currently in a coma after Vecna's attempt on her life. The gang went to the high school gymnasium to volunteer with organising belongings and making food for the families whose homes were destroyed.

Everyone was there except one member of the group-Layla. After what happened to Eddie, Layla had been held up in Steve's house after the trailer was split in two and she nor Wayne could stay there anymore. Not that they'd want to. Wayne packed all the belongings he could and pretty much gave Layla free range to take whatever she wanted from Eddie's room-what was left of it. Steve volunteered to go over for her considering her current state. She'd barely said two words since it happened, slept most of the day, and refused to eat.

Steve was the obvious choice to go pack up Eddie's things since for the past 3 1/2 months he, Eddie, and Layla started having a casual relationship. What went from a one night fling turned into actual dating, though no one knew besides the "adults" of the group-Nancy, Jonathan, and Robin. They figured the kids wouldn't understand and be confused. While Eddie and Steve did become close, Steve's crush on Layla became much more serious. He was falling in love with her. Now that Eddie was gone, Steve felt a moral obligation to take care of her.

Even when the gang was at the gym, someone was always back with Layla to watch her, today was her mother. She insisted that Layla come back home but Steve explained how the three of them discussed moving into his place anyways since he had this huge house and no one in it with his parents gone. Eddie and Layla had been planning for a couple years on getting their own place so "poor Wayne could have his room back" Layla often said. Steve already picked out their room and helped Layla move her stuff out of her parents house. Steve even stripped off his bedroom wallpaper after Layla replied while the three of them laid in his bed " You know...I don't want to sound like a bitch...but I really hate this wallpaper Steve. It's like your sleeping in some plaid filled nightmare." They all laughed since, yeah, she was right. He got on it the next day even though he suspected that she wasn't being serious...but that's Steve....he'd do anything for Layla.

The gang came back to Steve's place around dinner to relax, eat, and watch movies. Anything to keep their minds distracted from what had happened...and what they inevitably were going to face. Steve excused himself to his room to relieve Layla's mother. He knocked softly on the door.

"Hey Mrs. Riley! Just wanted to let you know we are back. We are ordering pizza if you want to stay around?"

"Thank you Steve but I really need to get home to my husband. He's been waiting all day."

"Ok that's fine. How'd she do today?"

"No real change. I managed to feed her some soup but that was all she had. I tried reading to her and she slept most of the day. She won't...sorry...umm...she barely talked to me." Tears began to stream down Mrs. Riley's cheek. " I'd talk to her, tell her I loved her and that we'd get her through this. But nothing....nothing is working Steve. I'm her mother and I can't snap her out of this. There is nothing more heartbreaking than watching your child fall apart and...give up."

Steve hugged her so tightly and she broke down while still trying to be as quiet as possible so Layla wouldn't hear her.

"We will get her through this. All is not lost. I promise I will do everything in my power to help Layla. She's one of my best friends. Im not going to let this bury her."

They hugged one last time and said their goodbyes.

Steve was closing the front door when Robin came up behind him.

"Hey has she eaten at all today?"

"Her Mom just said some soup but nothing else."

"Ok let me make her a PB&J and see if there's crackers and water. She needs to get something else in her stomach and fluids."

Steve carried a tray up to his room to where Layla still was. He opened the door to see her looking right at him.

"Hey baby. I got some stuff for you!"

Layla sighed loudly and rolled over to face away from Steve.

"Lays, you need to eat something. It's been a week.."

"Why?"

"Why what? Huh?"

"Why do I need to eat anything. What's the point? My Mom was bugging me all day to eat, I really hope your not gonna give me shit too."

Steve slammed the tray down on his desk and turned towards her.

"Ok honestly, I'm done being nice. I've had around the clock watch on you to make sure your taken care of and don't do anything stupid....we have done everything we can to help you..."

"Well I never asked for your fucking help Steve! Your not responsible for me, I'm a grown woman and I can take care of myself! What you think because we fucked a couple of times you think I'm some helpless girl and you have to take care of me?"

Steve sat on the bed next to Layla, responding quietly yet stern.

"You know damn well that wasn't fucking. What the three of us had....that was...so real...so special."

"Oh for fucks sake..."

"No don't give me that shit! I felt it, you felt it, and I know Ed-"

"Don't you say his name!" Layla screamed slapping Steve on the face. "You may have been with us for a couple months...but Eddie and I were together for 4 years...that's longer than any relationship the great King Steve has ever even dreamed of. For a long time, it was just us. You aren't worthy of saying his name."

Steve jumped up off the bed, grabbed Layla's glass of water, and slammed it against the bedroom wall.

"Holy shit Steve! What was that?"

"I don't want to be the insensitive prick but you need to hear this. Yes...I know your boyfriend is dead. Yes...I know your in pain...but that's the fucking facts ok Lays?? Eddie is dead!! He's not coming back!! You need to move on! Maybe you should stop feeling so guilty about something you can't fix...your not the only one who lost something special that day. Eddie meant a lot to us. He meant a lot...to me. He showed me a side of myself that I never thought existed."

Steve sat back down on the bed and placed his hand on Layla's cheek, wiping off the tear that was streaming down. They put their foreheads together as Layla started to punch Steve's chest. One fist after the other at first before slowly gaining momentum until he began hugging her so tightly. Layla broke down with her head on Steve's shoulder. Sobbing, wailing, and choking from the huge lump in her throat.

"It's ok baby...I'm sorry I yelled at you." Steve said as he kissed her forehead.

"No...I'm sorry. I didn't mean what I said. The last few months have been amazing. I'm just in so much pain....I'm so angry...I'm so numb. I honestly don't know how I'm going move on from this. Ed-Eddie was my entire world. It used to scare me so much because I didn't like the idea of someone being so important to me that I couldn't imagine my life without them. I kept thinking....what if he breaks up with me? What if he meets someone else? What if he was in an accident? No one should have that much control over your life."

Layla paused and grabbed Steve's hand.

"Early in our relationship....I started to pull away...not hang out as much...not call him everyday. He was a smart little bastard though...he knew damn well what I was doing. He told me I was crazy and stupid for not owning up to my feelings. I'd do these mantras in my head... 'Oh he's not that great...he's such a slacker...you can do better than some drug dealing freak who can't even finish high school.' Then he'd come over to my house to give me the business as to why I was ignoring him...I tell yah...the second I heard that beat piece of  shit van of his... I'd get so excited you'd think I was a kid hearing Santa's sleigh bells. Then he'd greet me with that shit eating grin of his...and it was over. All that crap I was trying to convince myself of was total bullshit. No one made me melt like Eddie fuckin' Munson."

Layla smirked and shook her head. The waves of memories came rushing in and she couldn't help but smile. She laid on her back then grabbed Steve by his shirt and pulled him down beside her.

"Yah, I'll admit that smile did a number on me too. He may have been a freak but that dude was...seriously good looking." They laughed and Layla agreed. It was nice to hear her laugh...Steve hadn't heard it for over a week. He just wanted her to be happy again but knew it was going to be a long time for that to happen.

After an hour or so of talking and reminiscing, Steve and Layla started to fall asleep. He held her close...the truth was...he didn't want to let her go...ever. Losing Eddie-the only man he ever had feelings for-was harder than he thought it would be. He liked their "throuple" relationship. It was exciting, taboo, and new. Everyday was a surprise. Steve was going to do everything he could to keep Layla safe. He'd lost Nancy...Eddie...he was not losing another lover.

They slept peacefully till the middle of the night when Layla woke up to a voice. It was calling her name. She sat up looking around wondering if it was real or perhaps she was still dreaming. Slowly crawling out of bed as to not wake Steve, she crept down the stairs and wondered if one of the kids was still up. It seemed unlikely since it was 3:00 am.

"Layla.."

She jumped and quickly turned around. It sounded like it was coming from outside. Opening the door, she peaked out looking around. She knew she was awake as she felt the cold morning air hit her skin.

"Layla!"

"Oh fuck! Don't do that Steve!"

"I'm sorry! I just realised you were gone and found you down here...what are you doing? I mean I'm glad your out of bed but babe it's the middle of the night and your going to freeze!"

Steve closed and locked the door and proceeded to walk upstairs with Layla.

"I heard a voice..."

"A voice? Who's voice?"

"I don't know. I thought maybe I was dreaming but I came downstairs and I heard it again. I thought someone was outside."

"Ok...so you hear a mysterious stranger calling your name outside at 3:00 am and your first instinct was to open the door? Lays, I know you've seen countless horror movies and that's the last thing you should do."

She rolled her eyes and agreed it was stupid. They laid in bed again yet Layla couldn't understand what was going on. She wasn't crazy. She knew she heard her name. Shaking the thought out of her head for now, she closed her eyes.

"I'll worry about it tomorrow." she thought. Yes, tomorrow...another day facing the reality that Eddie was still not there.

[odiesbun]

Helloween: TxT ver.

There may be mistakes in the text because my native language is not English. Thank you for your likes!

WARNINGS: fluff, Halloween, costumes, pumpkins, house decorations, etc.

Number of characters in the text: 4096

Yeonjun Yeonjun doesn't really participate too much in the feast, he only comes to eat the food. He has a lot of ideas on how to prepare and present certain dishes, including a lot of food decorations like colored icing, different skewers and the like. "Let's decorate the cupcakes with candles, pour caramel over the fruit and pretend it's blood, and make little wings and shards of dough for the rest of the food? That would look great!" He's actually a very creative person. Will pretend to have absolutely no interest in it, but actually have fun like a little kid and run after you with big, cute eyes. "Wow, look, I found a witch's hat! Do you think it would look better on me or on you? Come on, baby, I'm just kidding, of course it would be yours."

Soobin He really wants your costume to be more sexy, not cute, if you don't mind of course. But there's no way he's going to let you off the hook if you actually agree to wear that costume. He'll nag and balk, but he won't let go. "I said no. Hold on to my hand, I won't let you move even a few feet away! Am I jealous? Yes, maybe." He doesn't seem to be going to much trouble with his costume. I think the most he can do is cut holes in the sheet for his eyes and fit completely into it, arguing that he's dressed up as a ghost. He's just too lazy to do anything, yep. "All the costumes in the store are gone, so I decided to make my own. Ah, uh, I'm a ghost, boo!"

Beomgyu He's the one who is most suited to this holiday. Beomgyu is just made for Halloween, you know? He'll be waiting for you around the corner, and after you barely get on your doorstep, he'll jump out from around the corner and yell a loud "Boo!", laughing mischievously. "Come on, that was really funny! I'm so boo, and you're so AH! Haha, baby girl, I'll be sure to get that moment on camera!" Little tease. But really, I know how to scare him too. Pretend you're busy doing something or going somewhere, and then sharply throw a fake spider or insect at him. The Beomgyu will go crazy. "AAH, IT'S A SPIDER!!! Wait, it's not real… *bows to the spider, you pull the string, the spider jumps up* AAH, NO, HE IS REAL, SAVE ME!!!"

Taehyun Is working VERY hard to get ready for the holiday to make you happy. He will decorate the room himself, make the hors d'oeuvres and prepare you the best appetizers, he is the most golden guy of all. "So while you were gone, I decorated all the rooms in the house, made some snacks for the two of us, and I also made couples costumes for us." HE LOVES STEAMY COSTUMES AND ALL THINGS STEAMY, YOU WON'T CHANGE MY MIND. Another fan of carving pumpkins. He won't really bother with the whole thing, just carve the pumpkin's eyes, mouth and nose and then put a flashlight inside. "I think we should give this pumpkin to the guys because it doesn't look as pretty as the others. Although, if we do that, Soobin can use it as a house for Odie, and I don't want a hedgehog living in my pumpkin… Hmm, no, we'll keep this pumpkin."

Huening Kai Kai is used to always spending this holiday with his family, so if you suggest that he dress up in costumes and walk around town with the guys, he will be very stubborn for a long time and still refuse in the end. "No! My mom, by the way, invited you and me and my sisters to visit, they made lots and lots of goodies! Why don't we go over to her house and meet my parents?" In fact, Kai's favorite part of the holiday is cooking, like Yeonjun. He won't be as creative, but he will treat it with great care and curiosity. You will be assisted by his two sisters, Lea and Bahiyyih. "Ah, girls, WE ARE BURNING ALL THE COOKIES NOW!!! Will someone please help me decorate the pumpkin, I can't handle it!" There's a lot of panic…

[sadurbanwerewolf]

Welcome Stranger

Hi, I'm Yan and this is a blog for posting art/lore for my oc Duncan. Please read the rules before you follow or send an ask. Note that english is not my first language, so there might be some spelling mistakes.

THE RULES/WARNINGS

This blog is 18+. Even though it probably won't be often or explicit, some nsfw content will be featured on this blog. By nsfw I mean sexual references and some kink content. So if you’re a minor or uncomfortable with this stuff, block me (respectfully).

No discrimination of any kind. Transphobia, homophobia, racism, ableism and other  kinds of hate speech or discrimination are not welcome here.

Be respectful towards me and others. Please understand that I am a real person behind the screen and I have other obligations beside this blog. Don’t start fights with me or people in the comment section.

I am a stranger to you. Please understand that I don’t know you personally. Please don’t send me “friendly” rude messages, trauma dumps, vents, rants about how much you hate/love something/someone or ask me for irl advice.

Don’t be too vulgar. Even though slight nsfw is allowed, explicit stuff is crossing the line. I don’t want to see porn of any kind or hear how much you want to impregnate my character. I also don’t like when people swear too much.

Don't send romantic/sexual asks about Duncan's beast form. Base and hybrid are fine but flirting with a dog is a bit too much for me.

This is not an omegaverse blog.

OOC or // means out of character.

Don’t repost my art. Reblogs are totally welcome, but reposting my art without credit, claiming it’s yours, using it for nft/ai, using it to harass others is not allowed.

Put warnings in tags when making fanart. I get uncomfortable too, so if your art includes things that are upsetting for me, please include appropriate tags. If you don’t want your art to be reblogged by me, please put something like ‘Yan/Duncan don’t reblog’ in the tags.

I will update the rules if needed, so check them from time to time.

Things that make me uncomfortable: self harm, suicide, verbal abuse, pregnancy, cannibalism, explicit gore

About the world

The world is inspired by the game series Coffee Talk, you can feel free to ask questions that reference the games. It takes place in a modern day nonspecific European country (I like the aesthetic of romanticized pictures of NYC or LA but I’m European so I don’t know a lot about America). 

About Duncan

Duncan Caddel

25, he/him, incubus/werewolf, bisexual, single

He initially was a DnD/Pathfinder character but I much prefer this modern au. I still will post art of him as a fantasy Barbarian.

Ref sheet:

Hybrid and Beast forms

Personality traits: sad, sweet, soft, playful, kind, affectionate, patient

Background:

Duncan lives alone in an apartment that once belonged to his mother. She moved in with her boyfriend and left the place for Duncan to inhabit. His income mainly comes from his work as a barista at a rock bar. He also releases his music on streaming platforms and produces pornography of himself for subscription service. He has a passion for music, especially rock, metal and indie stuff. He has several friends from college with whom he still keeps contact. They sometimes gather together to play ttrpgs or party. However, gatherings like that are seldom, so he feels pretty lonely since he spends most of his time with customers or by himself. When going outside, he likes to dress in a gothic-esque maner. At home, he wears whatever is clean in his closet, and of course, he dresses formally for his barista job. He is fond of cooking and tries to eat healthy. He very rarely consumes meat, but he does eat fish and sea products regularly. Duncan struggles with depression, however he’s getting better since he started his medication. He has a pretty good grip on how to control his transformations, but when he gets overwhelmed by emotions it’s much harder for him to control it. He only transforms into his beast form outside of the town.

In short: lives alone, barista/musician/sex worker, lonely, likes cooking, pescetarian, depressed.

[sassykattery]

A Divine Triad, Pt. 3

Hello, hello dear readers, welcome to Part 3 of "A Divine Triad."

CW: MC is afab and she/her pronouns are used. MC is poly. references to smut scene from Part 1 and Part 2 of A Divine Triad but not explicit. Not too many warnings for this part.

Themes: little bit of crack/humor. Some unrequited love. DiavoloxMC, LuciferxMC

Characters: all brothers, MC="You", Diavolo [indirectly]

Minors and ageless blogs DNI

18+

Enjoy

Masterlist

You and Lucifer remained holed up in your room for quite some time, much to the disgruntlement of the other six brothers who wanted your attention. When you both finally made your appearance for dinner, everyone was dead silent, except for Asmo, of course.

"Well, hello you two! Done having fun?" he asked, wriggling in his chair. You instantly blushed and took a seat at the table while there was a chorus of groans from the other brothers.

Lucifer sat as well and quipped back, "Much like you were with all those succubi? I hope you cleaned up after earlier, Asmo."

Belphie picked up his head, "What happened with succubi?"

Satan shook his head, "Nothing of importance, Belphie," trying to spare his brother the headache.

Mammon sat very quietly, for once, not meeting anyone's eyes as he picked at his dinner. He was trying to erase the memories of you saying Lucifer's name so lewdly. Beel and Levi were their normal selves, diving into dinner and playing on their phones, respectively. You looked around and Asmo kept looking between you and Lucifer, while Satan and Belphie tried to distract themselves.

Not being able to hold it in any longer, Asmo asked, "So does this mean you're seeing Diavolo and Lucifer, MC?"

You dropped your fork and it loudly clattered against your plate. Everyone's heads snapped toward you, waiting for your response. Lucifer sighed in resignation, knowing it would come out sooner or later. His gaze shifted over to you to see you staring at your lap, looking like a deer caught in headlights. Mammon even waited for your response, wanting to hear it from you directly.

Clearing your throat, you looked up and looked at their faces. "Yes, I am," you confirmed.

In usual Asmo fashion, he squealed with delight.

"Well, it's no surprise, considering every time MC was at the castle, Lucifer was moping and would constantly talk about her until she came back," Satan replied, trying to be humorous, which was earning a dark scowl from the eldest.

"Oh, yeah, I even saw him go into her room randomly. I never could figure out what he was doing in there," Asmo added, receiving a death glare as well.

"It's probably to hug her pillow since he missed her so much," Belphie contributed. "Not that I ever do that or anything," he said quietly.

You saw Lucifer in your peripheral start to tense up, so you chimed in with your bubbliest voice, before he could start yelling, "I think that's rather endearing to know. Though, I'm not sure how that's any better than how I've seen you all act around me. Satan, I know you've taken one of my books on more than one occasion just so I would come ask you about it. Asmo, I distinctly remember you buying the exact perfume I use and sprayed it on your sheets, so they'd smell like me. And Belphie, you will literally use me as a pillow given the opportunity." You looked at their slack-jaws, except Asmo was giggling like an idiot, and waited for anyone else to make any more comments. Even Lucifer's eyebrows were raised.

You may not have the same street smarts about the Devildom as your boyfriends or roommates, but no one could say you were stupid.

You continued eating your dinner like you didn't just wipe the floor with three of the brothers, humming happily with how good it tasted. Levi was snickering and trying to hide how he was posting your "sweet sick burn" on social media. No one objected and slowly went back to eating dinner.

After dinner, you offered to clean up, and you stood in the kitchen washing dishes and putting things away. Mammon watched you from the entryway, leaning against the trim. He checked around to make sure no one was nearby and stood beside you.

"Yes, Mammon?" you asked, recognizing the cologne from the demon beside you without looking.

"I guess you were able to make your decision then?" he inquired. You put down what you were doing, dried off, and turned to him.

"I did, thank you for helping me that night, Mammon," you said with a smile. You lunged at him for a hug and rubbed your head into his chest, and he froze, holding his arms above you.

"Hey! Warn me before you go doin' that..." he muttered. He rolled his eyes and wrapped his arms around you. "Glad I could help, I guess," he whispered into the top of your head, softening against your embrace.

You pulled your head back to look at him, smiling. He internally melted at your sweet face, but he couldn't let you know that. "Don't go lookin' at me like that! Get off me!" he grumbled. You obliged with a small laugh and went back to what you were doing.

He walked away with a smile and a faint blush. Sure, he would love to be your boyfriend, but in moments like that, it made it all worth it to see your smiling and happy face. He'd settle for your being your closest and dearest friend.

-

After finishing up with dishes, you went back to your bedroom to relax for the evening, until you thought about that project you were working on that ended up in a disaster from the "study party." You finally felt like you were in a headspace to work on it, so you proceeded to for quite some time. It was quiet in the house, and your heart was full from everything that had transpired over the last few months, especially in the last two days. Your writing went smoothly, and within no time at all, your project was done before your eyes.

As a treat, you got up and found your D.D.D., wanting to see what Diavolo was up to.

MC: Hi babe

Diavolo: My love! How are you?

MC: I'm good! I'm missing you and wanted to see what you were up to.

Diavolo: I miss you as well. I actually have good news. There's going to be a ball in a few days at the palace, and I would like you to be there as my date. Would you accompany me?

MC: Of course, I will!

Diavolo: I look forward to dancing with you all night. You can get ready here at the castle beforehand. I'd like to enter with you on my arm.

You blushed upon reading this. It would be the second event you'll attend since being public with Diavolo, but the first one where you would open the ball on his arm to welcome his guests. Before he would just open it by himself. Your blush deepened when you realized this would also be the first ball you'll attend since being public with Lucifer.

Sinking to the floor, your anxiety started to rise as you thought about all of this. Your device buzzed again.

Diavolo: Is... that alright? You certainly don't have to, you're welcome to arrive with Lucifer if that's your wish.

Your soul promptly and metaphorically exited your body.

Lucifer is invited?! They're both going to be there? What have I done? I'm going to die; this is how I go. Everyone's going to stare. What if they both want to dance with me? What if they fight? Wha-

Your phone buzzed again, interrupting the chorus of thoughts preoccupying your brain.

Diavolo: MC?

MC: I'll get ready at the castle! Can't wait!

That's it, I'm dead. I can't go. I will make an absolute fool of myself and then they'll both leave me.

You curled up into a ball on the floor, staring at the door and tossing your phone aside.

Maybe I should just fake being sick and not go. It would be far better than making Diavolo and Lucifer look bad. I couldn't possibly live with myself if I made a mistake and the aristocracy saw it.

Conveniently, someone decided to come in your room without knocking in usual fashion. It was none other than Mammon and when he saw you on the floor, he instantly went into panic mode and started yelling.

"MC? Are you okay?! Why are you on the floor? Is something wrong?" His voice got even louder. "Are you hurt? MC talk to me! What's two Grimm plus two Grimm?" he went on as he knelt down to pull you into his arms, but you shied away.

He had created such a ruckus, Lucifer heard it from his office and bolted when he heard your name and showed up first in his demon form. Everyone else in the house also heard it and made their way to your room.

It was a rather embarrassing sight, having all seven crowded into your room like that staring at you on the floor. The pride you carried in your soul died a little in that moment. You looked at them all.

"Four," is all you said.

"What?" Lucifer said, huffing next to Mammon, looking down at you.

"Two plus two is four. It's what Mammon asked me," you stated. Mammon sighed with relief and smiled with his hands on his hips.

"Alright guys! She's fine! Scram!" he said, ushering everyone out, ignoring the grumblings that came from his younger brothers. He looked at Lucifer who scowled, and so Mammon ushered himself out as well, closing the door as he left.

Lucifer knelt down, now looking worried. "Did something happen, dove?" he asked.

You sat up and put your head in your hands. "Check my D.D.D.," you replied. He looked over to your device still on the floor next to you, still open to your thread with Diavolo.

Lucifer read it and raised his eyebrows. "Ah, so you're worried about the ball. What for?" he inquired.

"It's the first one where I'm publicly dating you two, and the first one that Diavolo wants to me to open with him," you replied.

"I see. Why are you worried though?" he asked, sitting down on the floor beside you, now in his regular form.

You sighed. "I'm worried I'll mess up and embarrass not one of you but both of you and be the laughingstock of the aristocracy. It's already bad enough I'm human, they're not going to think very highly of me then-"

Lucifer held up a hand. "You're talking at a hundred miles per hour." You took a breath. He continued, "My dear, you're not one of my brothers. If that were the case, then I'd be more worried about you messing up. I am far more trusting of you to handle yourself in a social function like this."

You finally looked up into his eyes. He was smirking, looking straight ahead.

"You know I told you if I wasn't the Avatar of Pride, you'd be next in line for the title, right?" he said.

"Yes," you replied, rolling your eyes.

"Don't you think that Diavolo and I would be rather happy to have you there since that's the case?" he continued.

"I believe you also called me stubborn, a "real pain to deal with," "difficult," "irritating-"

Lucifer put his hand up to your mouth and let out a sigh. "I deeply regret saying those things to you," he said bitterly. "More so, I find you endearing, smart, caring, patient, and loving," he continued, now looking at you. "So, I do believe you're more than capable at handling yourself tomorrow evening. Diavolo and I will be right there with you," he stated.

You leaned your head against his shoulder, resigned to your fate.

"Lucifer."

"Yes, dove?" he responded.

"Can I sleep in your bed?" you asked, fiddling with your shirt hem. He chuckled and proceeded to stand.

"I'd be offended if you were to choose someone else's," he replied. "I'd like to think I have my room just the way you like it," he said with arrogance. He helped you to stand and led you that way.

Once inside his room, door locked, Lucifer took you to his closet to help you into one of his shirts, knowing it was your favorite thing to wear, and when he got his shirt back it always smelled like you, so it worked in his favor. He also liked to indulge you with kisses as he undressed you. He merely just wanted to worship your body and make you feel loved.

Lucifer slipped into his sleeping robe and got the room ready as you crawled into bed. Lights off, fire on, a record to listen to for a little bit, it was all perfect. Neither of you were anticipating a romantic night per se, but purely just wanting to enjoy each other's company.

Once in bed, he pulled you into his arms, whispering sweet nothings and treating you to kisses until you gently fell asleep with the sweetest smile on your face.

There's truly nothing better in all three realms than this, right here, Lucifer thought to himself. I don't deserve this human, in the slightest, but I am grateful for her, nonetheless. She treats me with grace and kindness. I know I wronged her in the past, and I hope she continues to see past all of it for the demon I'm trying to be for her.

His thoughts wandered, to what you said earlier that day, about your metaphorical death. He looked down at you, seeing your chest rise and fall slowly. I promise I will watch over you, and even when that day comes, I'll fight for your life. And that will be the day a part of me will die with you, and I will hang on for the next time I get to see you again.

You shifted slightly, catching Lucifer's attention. He watched as you nuzzled in closer to him. That smile of yours had fallen, but one corner of your mouth tipped up, like you thought of something you liked. Lucifer relaxed, feeling the tugs of slumber on his mind, and whispered, "I love you dearly," before shutting his eyes.

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[thequeenofmyownscreen]

Twenty-four things I noted about the The Mighty Nein Reunited Part 1 “Unfinished Business” :

May I suggest the unofficial title of this one-shot : The Mighty Nein : Horny On Main

Can I first just say that everyone looks so hot. And by that, I mean the cast AND their character with new art (Yasha's hair oh my god)

Veth is ready to open her kids camp, which may or may not be a front for money-laundering quote-unquote "blood-money" from the Gentleman. I LAUGHED SO MUCH, IT'S SO ON PARR

Marisha is describing Beau as exhausted from work and ready to go home to Yasha and very respectful of work/private life boundaries. Liam, coming for Marisha's throat : "Have you started role-playing ?"

MARTINA STEWARD i love Ashley with all my heart

Oh my god I have missed Jester & Fjord's relationship so much, I love how Laura and Travis's banter is done.

I loved the prequel of the adventure so much, just slices of life of the Mighty Nein.

Love that Caleb finishes his lectures with good philosophy and a barely veiled critique of the Academy ways : "Make time in your studies for history or you will be doomed to repeat it. History is littered with sharp-minded individuals like yourselves who bit off more than they can chew, and it somehow always comes back to bite them in the butt !"

Travis choosing to play Fjord still having no dignity cleared my skin, cleared my crops, etc etc. Marisha, wheezing : "Even the NPCs are hazing you !!"

the popcorn SAM WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS

oh my god I thought for sure Jester was going to die again

WELP. WHAT AN INTRO !!

YEAAAAAAAAAH THE CREDIIIIIIITS I'VE MISSED THEM SO MUCH. longest prologue ever, but worth it

the envoys of Uk'otoa : "Where is the traitor ?? Where is the key ??" Fjord's face :

Fjord sacrificing the key to save Jester's life (and Travis doing it to move the story ahead), is something that can be so very juicy.

Jester and Sendings, a gift for the ages

oooh my god, tears, tears of laughter, Sam you cheeky bastard. "Veth is coming, too." SHE SURE IS !!

I love that Fjord and Jester are in a relationship, and Kinglsey is just casually observing them be awkward and in love on the side, eating popcorn.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaand more tears of laughter as Marisha double-downed of that. I blushed so hard. Oh my god, that was graphic and great, I am in awe.

Zadashian in the streets, Xhorassian in the sheets ? I need that apron NOW

"Should we contact Caduceus ?" "...Naaaaaaaaah, he was sort of useless most of the time". Poor Caduceus. At least Yasha is in kind-of-contact with him

I love how Jester described her and Fjord's house, it's basically an art studio that they began to transform into a house, but they're not enough around to completely transform it.

Amazing shenanigans of Beau, Veth, Kingsley and Yasha just taking off from their respective eagles and just do amazing acrobatic shit amongst the tree jungles.

Caleb, renamed 'Ceagle' when he was an eagle, now Caleb again : "Oh... I can't tell if my back hurts from the fall, or from Beauregard kegeling me like a vice for the entire trip." Beau, very proud of herself and her vibrant sexual life : "Sorry, I got a good grip." (Bonus Travis, exasperated by the lesbians : "... okayyyyy...") (Bonus Matt : "This is a horny episode. And that's saying something !)

The Mighty Nein being obsessed with one random monkey and feeding it and then of course the monkey is following them loudly and distract Beau enough that they fall into a poisoned fungus trap : honestly, so on brand.

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Fandoms I'm Seeking:

Spiderverse, Overwatch

Nitty gritty details below!

Same copy and pasted intro ehehe:

Hello! I am Chainsaw or Fami, whatever you preferrrrrr.

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I write, MxF, M//, F//

I prefer to write on Discord, I also primarily dabble in Canon/OC (doubles ehehe). I also prefer that anyone I write with is 18+ for my own comfort.

I’m currently in college, at the time of writing this my semester is starting soon.

I do adore ooc and getting to know my partners. I do play a few games so I’m happy to add anyone to my friends list (esp for Overwatch). I love making fan art of our characters + ships, chatting about head canons, playlets, etc ,etc. I don’t shut up! I love babbling about stupid stuff, I am insane!

I am okay with AUs, love em'! Canon divergence too, which is something I do frequently hahaha. Throw your ideas at me, happy to do almost anything for your side.

Fandom Info + Interests

Spiderverse

God this shit lives in my brain rent free, RENT FREE. I love Spider-Man!! ATSV being on streaming sites now is making me go crazy, I need to write it immediately!

Characters I'm seeking: Miguel O'Hara, Peter B Parker

Characters I can write: Gwen Stacy (selective), Miles Morales, Hobie Brown, Spot (Jonathan Ohnn) Pavitr Prabhakar, Lyla, Peter B Parker. A lot more, just ask!

I have interest in wanting to write Hobie, Lyla and Pav the most, mostly because all those little fics and comics I write are rotting my brain. But seriously, I'm happy to write anyone, I want to better my muses!!

Overwatch

Overwatch has been a fixation of my since foreverrrrrrr. Despite all the problems within the game, I will never let go of my sillies!! AND pve is out, I'm eating!!

Characters I'm seeking: Cole Cassidy (PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE), Genji Shimada, possibly up for a Mercy or Ashe but I haven't finished the sheets of the girlies I want to pair with em'.

Characters I can write: Whoa baby this list is long, please ask! I've written almost everyone

Characters I WON'T write: Now I'm not a hater, I've just written these muses too much, I'm sick of em'!! Hanzo Shimada, Cole Cassidy (Ironic I know), Widowmaker (Can be convinced...esp if it's F//)

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Chapter 1: It Could have Just Broken My Nose, How Did It Come to This?

 After another day, that had already begun to blend in with the rest. Note had spent the day scrolling through job listings and denial letters. As he lay sprawled out on his bed, he pulled out his phone, clicking on an open tab. Reading one or two chapters before bed was a nightly routine; even though one chapter often became ten. The latest web novel Note had discovered was called many blossoms. A low stakes reverse harem story taking place in the classic fantastical world of heroes and magic. Note considered this kind of story a guilty pleasure; as his mind dove back into the current misadventure of the main character Lise and her gang of love interests and friends.

Note wasn’t anywhere near finishing the story but could already tell which of the male leads was likely going to win in the end. A typical story, no unexpected twist was likely - Note had a knack for predicting outcomes- as his eyes began to grow heavy; he was just doing his best to make it to the end of the chapter. Eyes falling shut, his phone slipped from his grip and dove for his face. He braced for the weight of the phone to come crashing down onto his glasses. The pain didn’t come, but opening his eyes didn’t seem an easy task either.

When did I fall asleep? My phone couldn’t have knocked me unconscious, right? Roughly rubbing at my eyes, I could feel the traces of sleep still weighing my eyelids down. Where did my glasses fall; I hope I hadn’t rolled onto them, yet again. Eyes still unwilling to open, I feel around for my frames blindly. The sudden feeling of something solid, aha! There you are! Wait. Why does it feel like my glasses just shuffled away from me? I finally force my eyes open; oh, its not my glasses it’s a bird’s claw I’ve grabbed.             ...               …          ….???

Why? Is there a bird on my bed? I sit up quickly blinking rapidly, the bird doesn’t seem too phased. It only seems offended at me for grabbing at it.

“Apologies for that um, hope I didn’t scare you” The bird looks stern but why am I apologising to it, exactly?

 My brain still isn’t fully loaded yet, this can’t be a hawk, right? It sure looks like one, brown feathers sharp talons and beak. Its still just looking at me, could it be an escaped pet that got in through a window. It might be my sleep addled brain but I wonder if it would let me pet it? Its feathers seem so soft.

“Uh um, here pretty bird. Your too smart to be scared by me, right? Want a little scritch, you’re such a beautiful baby. Yes, you are.”

It looks at my hand as I motion for it, before letting out a shrill shriek. My heart, it could have stopped from that so early in the morning! Cruel pretty bird. The hawk seems content at how high I jump at its shout and hops onto the bedframe, looking pleased. Wait, last I checked my bed doesn’t have a frame. Also, since when, was I able to see to the end of my bed so clearly without my glasses on? As I look around, the room is an unfamiliar one. I don’t have much more time to think before a door burst’s open and an older woman comes rushing in.

            She looks relieved as she sees me, “Oh dear, thank the heavens! Your finally awake. Your poor sister will be so relieved to see you with some colour in your cheeks again lad!”

The older woman seems to hover at the bed side too excited to decide what exactly to do. After swaying in place for a moment, she seems to make up her mind and rush out of the room again.

Me and the bird watch her go, “Isn’t any chance you know where I am is there, sweet bridie?”

The hawk twists its head back to me, seeming almost surprised as its head tilts. It suddenly hops back on the bed, doing its weird bird walk right up to me. The woman didn’t seem phased by its presence so I try not to flinch as it steps onto my legs. Its sharp talons lightly dig into the sheets, as it stares daggers at me.

I can’t help the nervous sweat I feel forming, “Please don’t try and eat me. Is that stupid to say?”

The woman comes bustling back into the room, a tray in her hands. She doesn’t seem concerned by my being in a one-sided stand off with a bird of prey. As she places the tray on a table, picking up a rolled piece of parchment. Finally looking my way properly, she takes in the scene with a chuckle.

            “I’ve written something for the young miss, so she can stop worrying. This fella has been waiting to have something positive to deliver for a week,” she says while gesturing to the bird.

At mention of a delivery the hawk finally turns away from me, jumping to the end of the bed its leg out. The woman hesitantly secures the note to the string already around the bird’s leg. She barley makes room before the bird leaps into the air and out the open window.

She lets out a relieved sigh, “Having a Willow division messenger bird waiting around my house has been an experience I tell you lad. Now have a sip of broth so you can start building up your strength. Poor boy, been twisted up in this bed with fever so long I was afraid you wouldn’t ever wake.” The warm bowl she gently places in my hands seems to trigger my stomach, as it growls loudly. She smiles and chuckles as I try to take small sips and not swallow the broth down all at once. It really does feel like I haven’t eaten in days, but I had a snack right before bed how could I be this hungry?

“Slow down lad, I have more in the pot. Your sister won’t be able to send for you for a day or two, there’s no rush now,” the woman might be saying that, but she seems more than happy to watch me eat and drink.

Do I ask her outright what’s going on? Her clothes look more like I caught her on the way to a Renfair. The room seems basic enough. It gives a rustic feel, as it’s decorated with sewn wall tapestries and dried plants. The she sits at a small floor level table, watching me as she absentmindedly fusses with things on the messy table. What looks like clay vials have been knocked over and very traditional looking medicine pills seems to have spilled onto the surface in her rush to bring the tray in. If this is a dream it’s the most vivid one, I think I’ve ever had. But if it was a dream, I would have gotten to pet the hawk. I try to will myself awake but it doesn’t feel like I’m dreaming. I finish the meal and resist licking the bowl, the woman gets up trading the bowl for a small cup and a pill.

            “Now that your awake lad, you can take one of these. Your sister really managed to find some high-quality medicine for you. With such a great sister you better take good care of her. She was willing to rush off all on her own to find the nearest doctor -a few towns over mind you- all for your sake. She could barley get out the door with you clinging to her, delirious as you were.”

The pill seems too large to swallow but it goes down with surprising ease. The woman is beginning to tidy up the table now, preparing to take the dishes. I hope if I take my time drinking, she’ll just continue talking. I can’t tell yet if she���s someone I’m supposed to know. Has my nightmare of showing up to a play I forgot I was in come to pass? The woman continues, and I do my best to tune back in.

            “As an older brother, letting your little sister go off on her own for your sake must have been hard. But the girl seems more then capable. She even got the high and mighty Willow division to send over the medicine with one of their fastest birds- a keen one at that- That big fella came to ‘n fro with all kind of elixirs and pills. Most such high-quality stuff, the like I’ve never seen. I’m just glad I had a spare bed to put you in when the two of you came crashing into my inn. If it been the busy season might have had no where to put you, poor dears-.”

I was doing my best to keep up with her train of thought, but she had collected my cup shuffling the dirty dishes out of the room. She seemed to continue talking -more to herself then to me- perhaps she had gotten used to me not being able to respond. Some of the things she said seemed to pull at the back of my mind. I couldn’t help feeling a sense of familiarity with some of what she was saying. The Willow division, I’m sure that’s something. I just can’t put my finger on it, but my memory has never been the best. The woman returns and keeps me company for awhile more before leaving to tend to other Innkeeper duties.

I can’t quite get up the courage to ask where this inn of hers is, or who im supposed to be for that matter. Once alone I get up and search around the room a bit, finding some cosmetics tucked away in a drawer. I open each compact in search of one thing. When the glint of a mirror finally appears, I eagerly move it around trying to take in as much of myself as I can at once. The shock that wells up into rising panic settles over me, my legs give out as I clumsily fall to sit on the floor. The face I’m looking at is angular and handsome in a way that’s apparent even through the small mirror. The skin is ridiculously smooth, my usual morning breakouts not present. Overwhelmed I roughly click the compact shut, it seems….        

 I have woken up as someone other then myself.