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[haxxydraws]

andrew image from 2022 that I don't think I ever posted

[sleepyfan-blog]

Clinic Day

Author’s Note: This is the next installment of Cedric's story - watch him struggle to integrate into the Husbandry AU. First. Previous. Next

Tagged: @the-pure-angel @egrets-not-regrets @kit-williams

Warnings: misunderstandings

Summary: Cedric works in the Astartes run health care clinic in the town he’s found himself living in, on ancient Terra. 

In the handful of weeks that Cedric has spent on Ancient Terra, most of it has been spent in one of the eight Astartes bases in the large - for the time period's - city. As an apothecary in training, most of his days were spent working alongside older Apothecaries, learning whatever they were willing to teach him... And there was almost always a squad of Imperial Fists near wherever Cedric was working, for reasons that the young Black Templar hadn't questioned. They were the closest thing  he had to direct superiors and though they weren't Black Templars, his chapter had been founded by one of the Fists' First Captains, and their presence helped immensely.

He was curious as to why he hadn't seen any other Black Templars in the area. He'd seen Ultramarines - and several different of their successor chapters - as well as Imperial Fists - he'd spoke briefly with the Fist who'd been made Chapter Master (a stern and no-nonsense older brother who went by the name Mirros)... He'd seen plenty of Blood Angels - and members of their successor chapters (Including the perpetually unlucky Lamenters - poor, poor bastards), Salamanders, the occasional White Scar or Iron Hand... Cedric had patched up more than one pack of Space Wolves, or pod of Charcarodoons... He'd seen at least two or three of every first founded Loyalist chapter, as well as some of their most numerous successor chapters. But where were his fellow Black Templars? It was a question that had been starting to bother him rather persistently, though the young Apothecary wasn't exactly sure how to ask the question, nor to whom he should ask.

"Oi! Apothecary, are you going to continue to stare off into space, or are you going to help me?" A loud, irritated voice growled out in High Gothic, snapping Cedric out of his internal musings. 

Cedric dipped his head a little and responded to the growly Marine with a slightly apologetic "What have you come in for?" He was one of a half-dozen Astartes Apothecaries who were working at this medical clinic. It was available for both baseline human use as well as for any Astartes in need of help. Cedric was currently in medical scrubs - as the resources needed to make him a new suit of power armor were incredibly difficult to come by on Ancient Terra, and he had yet to gain the trust of the older brothers and cousins to earn any pieces of armor that might be handed down to hi-

Wait a fucking minute!

Cedric stared silently as he had finally registered the fact that the Marine in front of him, holding a small human child hostage was a fucking World Eater. 

The World Eater was a huge fucker too. Covered in jagged spikes and horns, likely fused to his armor. There were symbols of chaos carved into his pauldrons and cuirass. Cedric's eyes darted around the examination room - there was fuck-all he could use as an effective weapon against a Khornate Chaos Marine, especially with no fucking armor or real weapons of his own, but without armor, Cedric should be much faster than this demon-empowered, traitor. How the Fuck had he even gotten this far into the clinic? Or had the Chaos Marine used the miserable and sniffling human child as leverage against the Ultramarine who was manning the front desk, keeping the schedules and appointments in order? Oh. Oh fuck the chaotic traitor is talking. What is he saying? Cedric should probably be paying attention to the fucker.

"-nd that's when the sickness started. His parents say that it's just a common cold, but he's gotten those before. He's not been this sick for more than a couple of days. I'm worried that he's gotten something more serious. Look him over... Pease. He's my bonded and... I want to be sure that he lives as long as possible. Baseline humans live for such short periods of time..." The World Eater huffed, holding the tiny human close to his chest, surprisingly making sure not to spear the poor boy on his spikes. 

What... What Chaos-fueled trickery was this? If Cedric's ears weren't deceiving him, this Traitor was genuinely concerned about the human child in his arms. And given the utter devastation his legion in particular was notorious for on formerly peaceful imperial worlds - the vicious bloodshed as they drowned whole systems in tides of blood for their false god, this felt like some sort of sick and twisted cosmic joke. Cedric counted to ten in his head as he took in a deep breath and let it out before responding through clenched teeth, aiming to keep his voice calm "When did his more serious symptoms manifest? What is the child's name? I'm not sure I caught it. Does he understand Gothic, or should I get an interpreter so he can participate in his healthcare? I am... Learning the local languages, but I have only been on Ancient Terra for... I believe the term is a month and a half."

"My name is Andrew, doctor. I do understand these words, a bit. But I speak-" The child explained, before breaking off into one of the local languages, speaking faster than Cedric could parse through, especially when trying very hard not to descend into a furious whirlwind of fists and holy wrath when faced by a Chaotic Traitor. "- much better, sir."

"Well, the first thing I need to do is give you a full examination, to check you over. Then, I'm going to use this needle to draw some -" Would the word blood push the Khornate Fucker into a frenzy? Cedric did not know and had no desire to risk the child's safety "-vital fluids, for some tests. Those tests will take about an hour, and hopefully we'll be able to figure out what's going on."

"Will the needle hurt?" Andrew asked, huge brown eyes wet with tears, fearful.

"It will hurt, but only a little, like pinching your finger." Cedric answered truthfully. He was pretty sure that the sight of fresh blood would send the Khornate Fucker into a frenzy. He'd rather avoid that if at all possible so he asks, internally gagging on how polite he has to be to a filthy traitor. His teeth were still clenched as he requests "Please set Andrew down... Older Cousin. He will need privacy as I check him over and draw a sample of his vital fluids. Please wait outside the room, ideally in the waiting room-" His eyes flicked over the other's armor, trying to figure out if the other had some sort of rank to refer to him as "... Sergeant." God-emperor forgive him, but he is trying to get this child to safety. He is going to hit the safety alarm soon, too.

Benji clearly did not like his suggestion, and looked down at the tiny human in his arms "... Are you sure that I can't stay with him? Even if I set him down on the exam table and promise not to interfere with you checking him over?"

Were he not a Treacherous Chaotic Bastard, such a compromise would be fine. But Cedric wanted him out of the room. Out of the clinic, and ideally back to whatever demon-infested pit he had crawled out of. He bit the inside of his cheek, hard. Until he could taste the metallic tang of blood in his mouth "Check-ups are done with the most amount of privacy possible. Unless Andrew asks you to stay, I am asking you to leave, per the local laws we're to abide by."

"... Fine. But if you hurt my bonded, there is nothing that will stop me from getting vengeance. If there is so much as a hair out of place... Your comeuppance will be brutal. your pleas for mercy will -" The Khornate Bastard began to threaten.

Cedric closed his eyes for a moment, taking in another deep breath, trying to shove the fury at the insult that he would be the one to harm the child of the two of them threatened to crack his composure as he interrupted the posturing Traitor "The only harm done to him will be a small prick of the needle, which is necessary for the tests that need to be run. Apart from that, I have taken oaths not to harm patients unless absolutely necessary, and on Ancient Terra, I have yet to need to give a patient the Emperor's Final Mercy, and I doubt that this patient will need such. Leave. Please."

"... Fine. I'll wait in the holding room. But -" Benji breaks off into one of the local languages, clearly telling the young baseline human something. Cedric wished he knew what the fucker was saying, but the older marine was speaking far too rapidly for him to begin to guess. Once he finished giving instructions to the child he continued "I am one shout of his away and I will break your spine if you hurt him more than absolutely necessary. Understood?"

Cedric swallowed down the challenging words that were on the tip of his tongue. Now was not the time to get into a brawl with a Chaotic Traitor. Not when he was so close to separating the two of them and being able to check to see if the child was willingly with this fucker (and thus Chaos Tainted, or at least blind to the dangers) or if he was being held hostage. "You need not threaten me, sergeant. I am not the threat to this child."

"Good." With that, the Khornate bastard finally, finally left the room, closing the door behind him with a loud bang. Cedric counted to ten ins his head before raising the room's internal shielding and kneeling down, so as to be as close to the child's level as possible. He gently held the young boy's hands as gently as he could "Listen to me. You understand, yes?"

Andrew nodded, a confused expression on his face "Yes. I understand."

"Okay, so I activated a shield that means that he can't hear us talking, so please speak truthfully. Did he kidnap you? Is he holding you against your will?" Cedric asked, doing his best to keep his voice calm and soothing "My older brothers and I can help you, if that's true. Or if he's threatening your family, so that you behave."

Andrew looked startled and confused. He shook his head "No! No, nothing like that. Benji's safe, I promise! He's very nice to me an' my family! I know he looks really mean and scary,, but he really is nice. He growls 'cause he cares."

Poor child. So young, and already tainted or at least blinded by Chaos. But it was his duty to tend to anyone who walked into the clinic, no matter their allegiance, so long as they didn't try to attack anyone inside the clinic. "Alright. If that answer changes, please come see me. My name is Cedric, and I'll help you as best I can. Now, let's see what illness is making you all sneezy and feverish, hmm?"

"Okay!" Andrew responded, smiling adorably up at him.

Cedric couldn't help but return the smile as he narrated what he was going to do next during his exam of the young human - patiently answering the questions he had, and letting him look over the instruments he was using in order to complete the check-up, as he'd been instructed to. Pediatric care was not something he'd been taught before he'd come to Ancient Terra. 

~

The next several patients were adult humans. Two had work-related injuries that he helped to set initially, before giving them the paperwork they needed in order to start the process, suggesting that they speak with one of the medically-inclined Ultramarines at the front desk in case they needed help filling out the paperwork, or were confused about certain aspects of that process as it wasn't something that Cedric himself really understood. The other three adults had bad sunburns from a recent trip to the beach and an improper application of sunscreen schedule. he prescribed them burn ointments and sent them on their way.

He had just finished the write-up on the last patient he'd seen and had signaled to the front desk people that he was ready for another patient when a flirty voice called out "Oh my, well hello doctor. Aren't you a handsome, big man."

Cedric froze for a moment before spinning on his heel, shifting into a combat stance on instinct, his eyes narrowing as he spotted a fucking Emperor's Child leering up at him, his armor painted the bright and gaudy purple. The Chaos bastard's green stretched far too widely across his face and Cedric felt unclean at the way that the other was leering at him.

There was nothing visibly wrong with this... This affront to the god-emperor other than being a Chaotic Traitor, from what Cedric could see. He did not have a human with him. H could see something dripping from the other's claws, and given his last encounter with Slaaneshi-scum had ended with the death of one of his squad-mates, Cedric felt that it was entirely prudent for him to slam shoulder-first into the Emperor's Child, knocking the other off of his feet. He then pinned the pathetic excuse for a marine with one foot planted on the other's back, his gloved hands reaching for the nearest empty jar and a roll of tape. "Stay down, you Slaaneshi bastard! I don't know what nefarious fuckery has brought you here, but I will not have your poisoned touch corrupt the innocent souls here."

"Excuse me?! I came here because my -" The Emperor's Child spluttered.

Cedric shoved a stress ball in the bastard's lying mouth. It would do little to keep him quiet for more than a moment or two, but the silence was blessed "I don't care what lies you told the others to get in here, but know this, Slaaneshi whore, I will not let you corrupt the people here. I know damn well the literal poison that drips from your clawed hands, and the devastation it can bring. If you truly mean no harm, then stop struggling!" 

Surprisingly enough, the Chaos bastard did, in fact, stop trying to squirm out from where Cedric had him pinned. Not that the young Black Templar trusted his apparent compliance as he finished taping empty jars to both of the Slaaneshi bastard's still-dripping hands. He called over the vox unit that he'd been given "We need a full biohazard clean up. There's Slaaneshi poison dripped all over the floor and God Emperor knows how much he's dripped all over the fucking city. I don't think that it's a contact poison, but if it finds it's way into an open orifice or wound we're going to have problems. I've got the fucker who's secreting it contained for now, but we're going to need somewhere better to keep him... Unless we can banish him back to The Eye?"

One of the Salamander Apothecaries who was working next to Cedric's assigned exam room came sprinting out, a confused looking elderly human and their Dark Angel companion peering through the door behind him. The Dark Angel immediately picked up the human and shuffled deeper into the exam room- smart. 

"Cedric... Young one, you wanna explain why you've got an unresisting Marine in a headlock and jars taped to his hands? I know he's a Chaos Marine, but we've told you that things are... Different here on Ancient Terra. The Chaos Marines don't feel the pull of their false gods nearly as keenly here as they do where we are from. What do you mean by poison?"

"The substance that he is secreting out of his claws, it's one of the six most potent Slaaneshi poisons. If I am not mistaken, it's the Poison of Vainglory." Cedric explained, still keeping the Chaos Marine in place. He was trying not to think of why this particular fucker wasn't resisting the choke-hold, because Slaaneshi. He gives a quick run-down on what happens when someone is afflicted with the poison of Vainglory, voice cracking a little as he tries not to think of how one of his squad mates had nearly been corrupted beyond the Emperor's Light because of it. He finished with a miserable "As far as I know, there are no known antidotes or cures to any of the poisons. Allegedly there are certain kinds of witchery that can slow down the onset of symptoms... But once the vines begin to manifest, the afflicted being is beyond the Emperor's Light and is damned to be consumed upon death by the ruinous powers as their body twists into a horrible plant-homunculus that seeks to infect as many as possible with the poison. Which is why I taped jars to his hands - they are leaking the poison and while the poison can be cleansed in holy fire, I figured that the less of it is around to be cleansed, the better."

"Did you... Perhaps... Ask if he could stop dripping poison everywhere?" The Salamander asked, his voice gentle.

"... No? Why would he seek to do anything other than inflict his patron's wretched curse upon the innocent, and upon those of us who are loyal to the Emperor?" Cedric asked, blinking in confusion at the older apothecary. This was a Chaos Space Marine after all. Misery, cruelty and suffering was what they tried to spread to everyone they could get their corrupted hands on. Everyone knew that.

"That's not... I came here looking for help not to be judged by a Big Baby Boy! You are very mouthy for a Son of Dorn, aren't you?" The Slaaneshi Scum spluttered in his arms. 

Cedric tightened his grip, and put more of his weight on the older Marine "Still your tongue, traitor!"

"What help were you seeking?" The Salamander asked, looking genuinely concerned. Soft hearted bastard was going to get all of them killed. "Cedric, put him down. I know it goes against your training as a Black Templar to release a Chaos Marine you've gotten your hands on, but as we've told you earlier, things are very different here. I'll take over handling him. "

Cedric hesitated, torn between the clear and present danger that the Emperor's Child posed, and obeying a direct order from a superior who clearly had more experience in handling Chaos Marines in this context. "Sir?" 

"My claws just started dripping this poison this morning and couldn't get it to sto-how in the fuck did you get a Black Templar in the city? I'm surprised he hasn't murdered half the humans already for heretical beliefs!" The Slaaneshi Fucker sputtered, his eyes going wide - all six of them. 

"He's an Apothecary. And he's very recently appeared on Ancient Terra, and until you spooked the hell out of him, he's been adjusting fairly well." The Salamander responded, before looking directly at Cedric. "Put the Emperor's child down. Right now. I want you to go to Chapter Master Mirros and tell him what you just told me about Slaaneshi poison. That's not something I've heard of before, and will definitely be of interest to him. You've done very well. Come on now, lad. Ptu down the heretic. If he tries anything funny, I do have my flamer handy and you said that fire works to counter the poison?"

Cedric nodded, and glowered again at the Slaaneshi traitor "Yes sir, fire works very well against Slaaneshi poisons. And that which creates them." With that he lowered the Emperor's Child into the salamander's hands, before stalking off to go find Chapter Master Mirros. 

[astarionz]

continued the unfinished idea i started back in september 

after ambrose’s parents dying and his embrace, his sire made him go no contact with his little brother, who was his last living relative. they accidentally cross paths. not wanting gabriel to question further, ambrose’s sire erased all memory of him ever existing. now only ambrose holds the memory of him and his brother growing up together. 

so, accidentally running into gabe a second time and him being a complete stranger hurts, but he knows this is how it should be.

[theinconsistenciestherein]

He has resting binch face. He's actually enjoying the attention.

[deathdefied]

i'm currently uhh. hyperfixed on these two whom i've been writing about just for fun

andrew is the oldest 22 year old you know. in an alternate universe he'd be the lumpfish guy

abigail is. learning to be human again. she's a nine inch nails song come to life. in an alternate universe she'd be molly moon.

[fl4tlines]

Wallflowers: Part One

「⛧」 OCs: Andrew (belongs to @mirasmirages) ⅋ Kay Edwards

「⛧」 Content: Kidnapping┆Drugging ┆Restraints ┆Human Trafficking┆Pet Whump

⛧ ‿̩͙‿ ༺ ♰ ༻ ‿̩͙‿⛧

The delivery driver was careless as he and a partner brought the box to Andrew’s door, took Andrew’s signature and left the box just inside the doorway. They’d taken it as far as they were paid to.

Andrew circled the box a couple of times and kicked it once. A muffled sound from inside as Andrew crossed his arms across his chest and took a moment to appreciate the situation. This – training someone from scratch who into sheer obedience – he had to confess, it was a dream job. And it had come with an advanced paycheque, with more on the way once the job was done.

He finished his coffee before opening the box with a pair of scissors, pulling away at several layers of packing tape and dropping it on the floor. Pulling the lid, he caught the first glimpse of the boy inside.

Dark hair falling in his face – blood smeared over one cheek, wearing dark jeans and a white button up splattered with blood. Duct tape on his wrists, ankles, knees and mouth. Passed out, seeming as though he were just coming around from a sedative.

Kay’s head was pounding – an awful headache. Dizzy. Nauseous. He could hardly make sense of the darkness around him. He tried to move, only to find he couldn't. Knees forced to his chest. Hands pulled together at the wrists. And he couldn't move.

He tried to kick out, twisting awkwardly in a desperate attempt to move. Gasped in a breath, only to realise tape covered his mouth.

When the lid of the box was finally removed, Kay didn't even look up. Not for several moments. Finally, he lifted his head and met the eyes of another man. Briefly in and out of focus.

Andrew met Kay’s wide eyes and smiled. Not a comforting smile. It could even be threatening. Kay didn't know. He jerked backwards, back pressing against the thick cardboard as he twisted his wrists.

“Be quiet.” Andrew looked down at him, taking several moments to take this in. A fresh trainee. This was set to be a month he would enjoy. “If I take off the tape, are you going to stay quiet?”

Even in his bleary, half-awake state, Kay nodded. Quiet. He could be quiet for now. Play along for a while. Just – just long enough to get a handle on the situation.

Andrew leant in, brushing a hand over Kay’s cheek. He patted it gently before he began to peel away the duct tape. Dropped it into Kay’s lap. Pressed a finger to Kay’s lips.

“Quiet,” he reminded Kay, before he straightened up. “How are you feeling?”

How was he feeling? That had to be some kind of joke. How was he even supposed to answer that? Kay didn't know, so he just stared up at Andrew in a stunned silence, only speaking when the man continued to look at him.

“What’s going on?” Kay mumbled, glancing down and looking at his wrists. Bruises already beginning to show. “I – you…?” He jerked himself backwards from the man, gaze flickering over him in sheer panic.

“Don't worry about that,” Andrew smiled down at Kay. Patronising.

“I take it that you don't remember much?” Andrew chuckled.

Kay just shook his head. The last thing he remembered… It was all fuzzy. Dark. Out of sequence.

“A job interview… Some – some bar…” Kay shook his head, swallowing hard and blinking up at Andrew. “What’s going on? I – this is wrong. I – I’m not meant to be here.”

“Looks like you got the job.”

“I got the job? What the hell are you talking about?” Kay fumbled, ever so slightly more alert now. “You – What do you mean? I – what?”

“Quit fumbling,” Andrew snapped. “I'll explain everything if you're patient.”

Kay nodded, blinking back tears, biting his tongue as Andrew just looked at him.

“Just – just can you – undo the tape, please?” Kay asked softly. Shaky voice. “I won't run. I – I won't do anything.”

“You’d like me to untie you? Hm.” Andrew asked, he sounded half-hearted and disinterested at best. Mockery at worst. “When we’re done talking.”

“Okay…” All Kay could do was agree. Exhaling as he suppressed a shiver.

“You want the short version? You were bought by an artist, and he’s employed me to train you,” Andrew explained bluntly. Like ripping off the band aid. “So I'm going to do my job, and have some fun doing it. Any questions?”

Kay gritted his teeth – it sounded like a sick joke. Like an elaborate, nasty, prank.

“Bought?” Kay asked, “What do you mean, bought?”

“Bought. Purchased. Acquired. Take your pick.”

“Why?”

Andrew shrugged off Kay’s question. “I don't know. I suppose he needs something obscure and eccentric to spend his money on. You know? To keep him occupied.”

“I – I didn't sign up for this!” Kay couldn't keep his mouth shut anymore. “I – this – this isn't – I want out! I'm – I'm not doing this! You – you have to believe me – let me go.”

“That isn't something that’s going to happen,” Andrew leant back against the wall and eyed Kay. “You know what will happen, though? We’re going to get to know each other. Spend some real quality time together, let you get used to the idea.”

“Not happening,” Kay snapped, glaring upwards as the weight of the situation dawned on him. “It won't. I – just let me go. Just let me go, and I'm not going to say anything! I – I won't tell anyone.”

Andrew scoffed, raising an eyebrow at Kay’s words.

“You won't say anything? Do you really think that worries me?” Andrew laughed and shook his head at Kay’s assumptions. “Believe me, you are of no concern. You know nothing about me, so what danger do you pose?”

“I – please! Listen – this – this isn't…”

“Quiet. This is non-negotiable. You're staying. And we’ll have some fun together. I've been looking forward to it,” Andrew stepped forward again. “So let’s talk rules.”

“Rules? No – I –”

“Shut your mouth,” Andrew hissed. “This doesn't have to suck, but it will if you push your fucking luck.”

Kay shut up. Wide eyes.

“Rules. You're to answer to the name Jett from now on. Forget everything else,” Andrew turned his back and headed into the kitchen, picking up a sharp knife. “You understand that?”

Silence.

“I take that as a yes,” Andrew returned to Kay and crouched in front of the box. “Secondly, you are not allowed to speak unless spoken to. You do not get requests or questions. Not yet.”

The moment Kay laid eyes on the knife, his blood ran cold and he kept his mouth shut.

“If you are spoken to, you're to be polite. Address me as Sir, and don't forget your manners,” Andrew inspected the knife, seemingly taking great interest in the blade. “Next, you're not to be on the furniture without explicit permission to do so. You stay on the floor.”

“Just spit them out!” Kay snapped, once more tugging at the duct tape around his wrists. “You're not as fucking intriguing as you'd like to think.”

“Fine,” Andrew spat. “You don't touch anything on a table or countertop. You don't open doors or drawers. You come when called. You don't do anything for yourself. You do what you're told.”

“Good luck with that,” Kay scoffed, another shiver running down his spine as he spoke. Cold regret filled his veins before Andrew even responded.

“Oh, good luck? Really?” Andrew raised an eyebrow and flashed the knife at Kay. “Good luck?”

Kay was silent, teeth gritted as he glared up at the man.

“You haven't told me your name.”

“Doesn't matter, Jett. My name is none of your concern. Now, are you going to quit with the mouthing off, or do I really have to gag you?”

“Don't waste your tape,” Kay muttered, “Now fucking undo me! We’ve talked,” a pause, “Please.”

Andrew slipped the knife between the tape at Kay’s knees and ankles, slicing through it and pulling it away.

“The wrists stay,” Andrew snapped, “Now get up and sit on the floor by the couch. We’ve already wasted too much time.”

Kay struggled to his feet, stumbling out of and stepping away from the box – all but collapsing to the floor in front of the couch.

“You have to take it off eventually,” Kay glared across at Andrew as he rested back against the couch. “Just get it over with.”

“You’re already forgetting, you don’t get requests,” Andrew shook his head, seemingly slightly amused by Kay’s attitude. Not that it would last long.

“You don’t have any right to do this,” Kay snapped, although he still sat exactly where Andrew had told him to. “You’re a fucking freak – you don’t get to do this!”

Andrew, who had stood up by now, darted forward, grabbing Kay by the hair and yanking him forward. Throwing him flat to the ground and standing over him.

“I don’t get to do this, do I?” Andrew scoffed at the idea. “Think whatever you want, but this arrogant little front? It won’t last long.”

Kay had no way of protecting himself with his hands taped, hitting the floor hard and gasping in a breath.

“We’ll see how long this lasts,” Andrew had little interest in Kay’s arguments right now. Because, he knew, they wouldn’t last. Never did.

Slowly, and more cautiously, Kay pushed himself to a more upright position. He needed time to assess everything. For now, he just kept a wary gaze on Andrew.

“You –” Kay shut up before he got any further. It would be stupid to keep pushing it. Not in his best interest. He would just… he just had to wait.

“Right. Kitchen through there, bathroom through there, middle door is your room,” Andrew skimmed over the apartment layout. He watched Kay for a moment, until it seemed like he wasn't planning on moving. Fine.

Kay had hardly paid attention to Andrew, tangling with the fact he was supposed to be here long enough to have a room. This wasn't a long-term thing. It couldn't be! It was all just – this wasn't happening. Not to him. He was just getting his damn life back together!

“Please, undo the tape,” Kay finally looked upwards at Andrew. “I won't do anything…”

Andrew tilted his head slightly and looked down at Kay. He sucked in a breath of annoyance before speaking. “What rule are you breaking?” He asked, “Be specific.”

Kay paused. Just stared at Andrew. Which rule? None – not on purpose. In the midst of everything, he couldn't even remember the rules that Andrew had listed off. Carefully, Kay got to his feet – just to be on the same level as Andrew. He didn't answer yet.

“Which. Rule?” Andrew snapped across at Kay. “Speak.”

“Enough of them, hopefully,” the words were out of Kay’s mouth before he dared regret it.

Andrew stormed across the room, grabbing hold of Kay’s jaw. Forcing eye contact.

“Talking. You are not to talk. You do not get requests,” Andrew hissed. “Do you understand?”

When Kay still didn't respond, Andrew released his jaw and slapped him across the cheek. Hard.

Kay stumbled backwards, hardly able to gather his balance again before he spoke.

“Yes! Yes – I understand,” Kay fumbled, “I – I get it!”

“Good,” Andrew looked across at Kay incredulously. “We’ll see if you can keep it up.”

“You don’t have to do this – you don’t. Just – fuck – just don’t.”

[reverendazmx]

now that it’s getting warm where I am I have to make the obligatory beach episode

[forthedancingandthethriving]

(School writing assignment!)

Tulip is a girl full of dreams and ambitions.

Tulip had always dreamed of being an engineer when she was young. The whirring machinery and the buzzing drills always made her giggle with glee whenever she got the chance to see them.

But deep down, she knew that she most likely never would. She was the daughter of the Orpheus Trading Company, and her parents were raising her to take it over after her older brother, Archie, proved that he wasn’t fit. That put a bigger wedge between the already distant siblings, starting a rivalry only Archie ever perceived.

Tulip would hide under her table or under her bed whenever her parents came home.

Her parents, Andrew and Daisy, always made some sort of noise whenever they returned. She always hid because she knew they would never approve of the small trinkets she made.

Even when Tulip knew they wouldn’t find the trinkets, she would still hide them, and then she put on a fake smile like always.

Andrew, her father, was a cold and blunt man. He could always walk into a room and spot Tulip and Archie fiddling with their clothes, and bluntly tell them to act properly. Having been raised ‘proper’ himself, Andrew always wanted perfection.

Daisy, her mother, was vain and petty at all times. Having her hair in a bun, there was never a strand astray. She would take Tulip into the parlor the manor had and doll up her daughter. Tulip would walk into the room with a downcast face, but Daisy never seemed to care. Daisy was vain, and she wanted Tulip to look perfect.

Her uncle, Dale, was the only one Tulip loved. Dale was tough and gruff, but the niece knew he had a heart of gold. Whenever he walked into the manor, Daisy and Andrew would never look at him. Having done this so many times, Dale never faltered. He would walk to Tulip’s room in his jacket, open the door, and spend time with her. It was their tradition, a subtle way to get back at Tulip’s family.

He would teach her new things and how to make new things. Tulip would always wish he stayed longer because her family was always cold, never let her have peace afterward. It would always be back to trying to get her to act properly.

Tulip never really cared much anymore, anyway. As she walked through the streets, SMG7 and SMG10 by her sides, the seventeen year old would look back at the manor in the far distance. Nothing but a bad memory now.

It was something she could move on from and something she’d never have to worry about again.

[writinginslowmotion]

WIP: Hockey Bros OC: Andrew

When Andrew isn't playing hockey, he's usually working on a vehicle of some sort, whether that's a car or a truck. Basically, anything with a motor. Most of the time, he does his work at his older brother, Ben's, garage, but sometimes he will go to people's houses and repair their cars for them.

It isn't until his second semester of college that Andrew begins to think, maybe this is something i can do for a living. He's good at it, he enjoys it, and he knows firsthand that there's a lot of money to be made. But there's one obstacle preventing it: hockey. Make no mistake, Andrew enjoys hockey, but he's not so sure he wants it to be his life. He's decent at it, but fixing cars is his happy place. Therein lies the problem: does Andrew follow his heart, or bow to the pressures of his loved ones, thereby putting what he desires to the side?

Andrew is a supporting character in Hockey Bros, an emotionally charged tale about friendship, second chances, religious conflict, competition, and beating the odds.

[illeestrator]

happy pride!!!!! everyone here is queer and in love :o)

[jasmariswonderland]

My RSA OCs At NRC

Hello everyone!

Today, I thought I’d do something a little different. Since RSA doesn’t have any established dorms yet (I’ve seen many interesting fan ideas based on the heroes opposed to the Great Seven and countless fan dorms) I thought it would be interesting to look at some of my RSA babies and see which NRC dorm would suit them best. Most of these are based on their personalities and interests but some of these are purely aesthetic. 

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Minette would be in Heartslabyul, no doubt about it! Out of all the dorm uniforms, she would look soooooo adorable in a Heartslabyul one, to the point I might draw her in one in the future (I can also see Heartslabyul having the most beastmen students after Savanaclaw). She would also get along very well with Cater in Trey. I can imagine Trey helping Minette improve her baking and her helping him make treats for the unbirthday parties. Her super bubbly disposition might afoul of Riddle a few times, but otherwise, I believe Heartslabyul would be a good fit for her. A close second might be Pomefiore since she also fits that aesthetic but I lowkey wouldn’t want to put Minette in Pomefiore for…reasons…

With Mateo, it’s a tie between Savanaclaw and Ignihyde. With his athleticism and wannabe tough guy attitude, he’d fit right into Savannaclaw and I imagine he’d get along with Ruggie. He also really admires Leona so he would probably enjoy being in that dorm. But he’s also very tech savvy and he and Idia have a lot of the same interests. I also have this idea of a lot of the Ignihyde students sort of being either introverts or edgelords and the latter definitely fits Mateo’s personality. He’d also definitely be one of the more extroverted members in that dorm. 

Although I think Lilianne would want to be in Pomefiore, I see her more as an Octavinelle student. She would absolutely rock the Octavinelle dorm uniform and I can imagine Azul wanting to make use of her very charming and astute personality. She would definenntly be working in the Monstro Lounge but the Octavinelle trio would also appreciate her on a more personal level because she’s also very intelligent and emotionally literate, traits that would come in handy in more…dubious dealings. I actually see a lot of her traits in Jade and I think they’d get along too, they’re a lot alike, sans the sadism. 

Athena, Andrew and Ayse under the cut! 

Now with Athena, I definitely see her being in Pomefiore and god help Vil with the chaos he’d have to endure dealing with two highly competitive archers in his dorm! Though Athena would be a little more reserved about showing off her skills and definitely wouldn’t be joining him for “hunting”. But if she and Rook were doing target practice and decided to make a competition of it, no one would be safe! Beyond that, Athena is also a very refined and sophisticated young woman without being a snob and would wear a Pomefiore uniform with beauty and dignity. Vil would definitely think well of her, though he’d disapprove of her habit of picking up strays she finds outside to take care of. The only reason she gets away with this at RSA is because she is in Neige’s dorm and he lowkey does the same thing. Athena would also get along well with Epel too and I can see her kind of being like an elder sister figure to him and helping him in the way my other pome ocs don’t have the patience to do. 

SAVANACLAW!! Without question, Andrew would be in Savanaclaw! I also headcanon him as being in the RSA dorm thats a contrast to Scar (so a Simba-centric dorm I guess?) so Savanaclaw definitely makes sense. And with his brash manners and stellar athletic skill, he would fit right in! I can definitely see him and Jack being buddies and Leona would appreciate his presence on the spelldrive team. Also, considering how much Leona and Vil beef with each other, I imagine the “forbidden” element of Andrew’s relationship with Farron would be just as strong, maybe even more so. 

Ayse is another one I’m somewhat stuck on. Because she’s a selkie, my immediate thought is that she’d be an Octavinelle student. Because most of the dorm is underwater, I think she might be a little more comfortable displaying her seal form around other creatures of the sea. She’d also look really cute in an Octavinelle uniform too. But beyond that and her intelligence, I actually think she might be very out of place in that dorm because the octatrio’s personalities might make her uncomfortable, especially Azul and Floyd’s. She’s very sweet but also painfully shy. So I think Ignihyde would be a good fit for her, Scarabia would be a good fit too but Ignihyde more so for aesthetic reasons. 

I’ll do more of these in the future, after I’ve developed my other RSA babies a bit more! 

[haxxydraws]

[mirasmirages]

Happy Halloween! 🎃 do any of your characters have opinions on ghosts? …is anyone nervous about being haunted because of the terrible things they have done after their victims pass?

— @sapphic-story

Oh, interesting question! The short and boring answer is that no, they don't, because I am such a nonbeliever I hadn't even considered the option. But let's consider!

Henry is our most likely character to worry about being haunted. He's done his share of bad things, including murder, and he has learned to bury his guilt deep so it won't destroy him. He still has nightmares about it, and if he believed in ghosts, that someone could come back for him, he would likely have more nightmares. Also, his mom died when he was young, so maybe the thought of ghosts was a comforting thought that turned terrible. On the other hand, his dad blamed him for her death, so maybe it was never a comfort.

Maya is also a likely haunting victim, since she killed her parents, but I don't think she would let herself worry about it. She would cry and be stressed about it for a week until she realised that she didn't need that stress in her life, and then she would put it aside. There's no use worrying, but it doesn't hurt to be prepared, so she would add some ghost hunters to her network so she knew who to call if it became an issue.

Andrew would be the most obnoxious type of atheist and make fun of anyone suggesting ghosts were real, but if he did believe, he would still be too arrogant to worry. He would use it as an excuse to keep some kind of ghost fighter equipment on him and be excited for the chance to use it. (Killing a ghost gives bragging rights, right?) (tiny spoiler warning) Sarah doesn't die, but if she did, and it happened after Andrew loved her, he would be broken up about it, which would be the perfect time to come back to haunt him. She deserves some revenge, although she deserves more to be rescued.

Nadir is a firefighter, and he might be worried about the ghosts of the people he couldn't save.

Hugo is just a boy who loves trees, but I think he could be a really cute caretaker to a ghost in the woods. I don't think he believes in ghost, but he also wouldn't question it too much if he met one. He has no friends, he can't afford to discriminate just because they're dead!

[astarionz]

sire and childe 

[theinconsistenciestherein]

Been hit by a hyper mood

[dankmetal]

OCs + School

WIP 1 Ellen: Academically-oriented with occasional focus on social life, gets mostly good grades, easily blends in; her anxiety often impedes her own success at times. Jane: Sits in the back of the class, extremely goal-focused & gets very good grades; socialization is not at all a priority. Leslie: More focused on socialization than academics, popular & socially involved; often struggles to balance the two, but still manages to get decent grades.

WIP 2 Andrew: The isolated quiet kid who hardly ever raises his hand, even when he knows the answer; has good grades when he tries but is frequently burnt out and is more focused on escapism than academics. Ethan: A tumultuous mix of academic & social, often to a fault; argumentative though logical, got decent grades before dropping out of high school. Margot: Heavily invested in socialization & sports, struggles with academic focus and receives poor grades because of it. Sophia: Very, very quiet with not much of a social life; takes her time studying and does quite well in most subjects.