#should i tag tanya...

[kindheartedgummybears]

sitting here... thinking about... it🥰

Taylor and Tabitha with green eyes

[piiinkfreak]

The duality of a little girl

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[tanyakennedy1899]

[nicofan57]

im making zam and minute next

[urtrickster]

here is the tanya bot if anyone wants to use her!!

she's the only supermassive games bot i have rn but idk maybe in the future i'll make some more.

[monpalace]

OH MY GOD I JUST HAD MY URETHRA MOMENT.

[sometimeslwish]

'Bout It

As promised, part two is here.

Just like last time, honorable mention to this post by @luli-lads I was reminded of it while writing one of the scenes. It's not exactly like it, but it's got the jist of it.

There might be a spinoff fic about Xav and Tanya's first time, written with the reader as Tanya, but it's a big maybe; it's part of one of the many drafts that I lost when my old cellphone broke, so take this with a grain of salt.

Word count: 3890

Tags: Zayne x non-mc reader x Sylus, college au, gn!reader, there's no mc here, reader is addressed as she/her by general public but stays otherwise genderless (I forgot about that part while writing the scene), barely any angst in here, no beta reader we die like Grandma Josephine, pet names (sweetie, sweetheart, my love, darling), cursing, name calling (slut), kissing, sex, no genitalia mentioned, implied double penetration, happy ending, Xavier makes a cameo.

Tag yourselves in this, I'll go first; I'm Tanya near the end. Her ramble about Xavier was inspired by my stream of thoughts when it comes to him.

Part 1

Part 2

You lean in to kiss him. 

You didn't mean to, he just looked so hot using all those medical terms and speaking so confidently that you couldn't help it. You're in the library, to make matters worse, already leaning close to each other so you can whisper comfortably. 

So yeah, you kissed him. 

His lips were soft, sweet from the last treat he ate, and incredibly addictive.

You don't get to apologize because he pulls you back in for a second kiss. It's a bit awkward, so you take the lead by holding his chin and guiding his movements. 

It takes a while for both of you to stop. You separate only to see his blush and go back to kissing him because of the cuteness aggression, and then he grows more confident and decides to lean back in to kiss you like he needs you. You finally break apart when both of you need air, and still, you can't stop from pecking his lips over and over. 

You sigh through your nose, forehead resting against his with a hand you never remember moving at his nape, playing with the hairs at the back of his head. One of his hands comes up to caress your cheek before he kisses you again. It's the last one he gives because Sylus walks up to your table and sits across from you. 

“Oh no, don't stop on my behalf, you two were clearly having fun,” He says when you separate, and the knowing smirk on his face makes you feel like your face lit up in flames. 

“Oh, shut up.” you mutter before forcing yourself back into doing your assignment. 

You keep sneaking glances at either of them. Sylus catches you a few times and grins in that infuriating way of his; Zayne only stares back, eyes dropping to your lips before coming back to your eyes. 

You're the one that looks away first each time. 

You don't talk about it, even though you know you should.

It becomes a little thing that happened.

. . . . .

You’re being hot and cold with them. 

You can't even lie to yourself about it; you cancel some plans and show up to others, make up excuses that hold some truth but not all of it.

You're trying to distance yourself and failing horribly at it. 

It became too much. The shared glances with Zayne and the lingering touches from Sylus. All the flirting disguised as compliments and teasing. It was a joke, none of it was serious, just like it always is when you flirt with your friends.

But then you kissed Zayne and crossed a line you didn't know you were barreling towards, almost kissed Sylus at a later date– someone walked in and interrupted right after he had leaned in and told you to stop him, and you had stayed quiet– and got snapped back into place after being plunged into a pit filled with cold water and realization 

You wanted to kiss Sylus just as bad as you had wanted to kiss Zayne. Sought out their company with equal intensity and interest. Talked about Zayne with Sylus with the same fondness and exasperation you would talk about Sylus with when ranting to Zayne.

It wasn't just Zayne, like you had initially thought, it was also Sylus. 

You had clung to Zayne in the same way a stray cat clings to their new owner– a decision made in a split second because the moment you had seen his eyes you had known, you felt it in your soul, that you were going to be his and he was going to be yours no matter what. But Sylus, oh, Sylus had walked in behind him like he already owned your heart and you hadn't even noticed nor cared to stop him. 

You loved them. A lot more than you cared to admit. 

. . . . .

Rumors start running around.

That they don't know who's dating who, that maybe all three of you are together, or that someone is getting cheated on. Either way, you're the only one getting dragged through the mud.

How dare she come between them? She's such a slut.

They're best friends, does she have no shame?

She's so greedy, is Zayne not enough for her?

She should be grateful for Sylus, does she have to go after Zayne too? 

They're dating each other and she's trying to get in between, she should catch a hint and back off.

The whispers leave you more confused than hurt.

“Are you two dating?” The question goes around and around in your head until you can't keep it in and blurt it out the moment you find them. 

They're at the usual table in the library– not the one you first saw Zayne on, the one Sylus had guided you towards after you had grown close– hidden amidst shelves, a somewhat cozy quiet corner that allowed some privacy, even if a bit impractical because of the distance.

Sylus and Zayne exchange a look as you take a seat. You leave your bag on the seat next to you, pulling out your things.

“What brought you to that conclusion?” 

“I keep hearing rumors and well– I know it's not my business, I just– I couldn't stop thinking about it.” 

There's a mischievous tilt on Sylus's lips as he answers, “No, sweetie, we're not dating,” he looks back down at his book and adds, voice dry, “Doctor Sexy here is apparently much too dense to notice my advances.” 

You giggle as Zayne holds the bridge of his nose in exasperation, “Sylus, for the love of everything sweet–” He starts to say, only to get interrupted by Sylus snapping closed the book he was reading. Sylus carries on, undeterred, telling a story about how Zayne completely missed the point of one of his pick up lines and went on a tangent about the science behind it. Even goes as far as changing his posture to match Zayne’s and repeating the whole speech Zayne had given him while imitating his voice and speech patterns.

You snort and hide half of your face with your notebook, trying to laugh quietly while they continue bickering like a married couple. 

“You look great together– you're even acting like a married couple right now.” you admit in a low voice, interrupting their little stare standoff, “You would make a great couple, you should totally date.” Both of them turn to you, but you're too concentrated on the book in front of you to catch their confusion or surprise. 

You don't catch the way both of them falter. How Zayne goes beyond focused-quiet to thinking-quiet and Sylus's usually sharp, concentrated frown takes more of a duller, thoughtful edge. 

They share a look. 

Zayne is doubtful, Sylus is determined. 

This is gonna take a while.

. . . . .

The rumors die down. 

At least the worst parts of it, you still catch a few whispers here and there, but you're no longer being dragged through the mud.

Anyone who ever “whispered”– because let's be honest, they weren't really whispering, they wanted you to hear how they insulted you– while staring at you will not even look you in the eyes anymore. 

You don't notice the way they're more careful around you, how they make way and keep quiet when you pass by.

You're too lost in your troubled head to take notice.

. . . . .

“You keep zoning out,” Tanya states, “what happened?” Her stance doesn't hold space for you to lie, so you sigh and start airing the thoughts out. 

You're stressed– 

“As always, it's your default state at this point.”

“Yes, but not in that way, more in the ‘I don't know what the fuck to do about the men I love'”

“‘Men’?” She parrots, you nod nervously, “Plural?” She checks again, “Oh, we need snacks and shit for this, hold on–” she scrambles through the dorm, grabbing a lone bag of chips and two water bottles. (Life of a college student, everyone; broke and making due with what you’ve got.) 

She pulls you toward the couch so you can sit down and leaves, only to come back with blankets. She gives you yours, making you wrap yourself with it before doing the same and sitting down beside you.

“Okay, start talking.” 

You go into detail; tell her everything from the beginning, add in the details you omitted before and things you forgot to tell her about. 

She reacts, incapable of keeping her face blank and her thoughts to herself; gasps, smacks her hand to her mouth when you leave her speechless, ‘oh my god’s and ‘no, you/he didn't’s. 

“Damn,” she says– unhelpful but relatable ‘cause damn indeed, what a peculiar mess you got yourself into– when you run out of breath and all your worries have finally run free from your mind. 

“Do you have to choose?” she asks, and the emphasis on “have” makes you frown, “I mean– to me, it looks like you're all into each other, so maybe you could just tell them and talk about it. Who knows? Maybe they'd be into it.” 

“But–” you scratch your arm, “don't you think I'm being, I don't know, greedy? Selfish?” you stare down at your hands, “A whore?”

“Everyone has to be a bit selfish to be happy, you know? And it's not like you're cheating if both of them were to agree–” she pauses and squints at you, “do you plan on cheating if they don't?”

You blanch, “No! Of course not!” 

“Then you shouldn't worry about it,” she shrugs before popping a chip into her mouth, “go for it, get those dicks and have some fun, nasty, consensual sex.” 

She laughs when you smack her arm, teases you some more before the conversation centers on her.

. . . . .

You’re being sandwiched by them. 

Actually sandwiched. It's not a dream and you're not drunk. 

Sylus is on one side, Zayne on the other. The latter currently leaving kisses over your neck and shoulder while the former is kissing you like he wants to syphon your soul out of your body through your mouth.

You can't do much besides cling to them, breathless and out of it as they have their way with you. 

Their attention is overwhelming in a way you welcome. Compliments, encouragements, reassurances, it all turns you into mush in their dexterous hands.

You don't know who to call for as their hands roam your body. You moan and gasp and whimper as they litter kisses and marks over your body. 

The pleasure is a lot and you're addicted.

“Please,” you say, but you don't know what you're asking for. 

“Please what, my love?” Zayne whispers, and hearing that pet name from his lips is like seeing the pearly gates. You nearly roll your eyes when he nibbles your ear. 

“I don't know,” you whine, pulling at them to get closer, “Just– please.” 

Sylus chuckles, deep and rich and amused, “Need more of us, sweet thing?” 

You nod, looking up to him through your eyelashes, “Yes.”

“So greedy,” Zayne teases, you can hear his smirk on his voice, feel it against your neck as he nuzzles the skin there.

“Don't worry, we got you.” 

And oh boy, do they. 

They work in tandem. If you thought the beginning was overwhelming, you were in for a treat. 

They take turns undressing you and kissing the newly exposed skin. You get to cum in Sylus's mouth during that process, sitting on Zayne's lap with your legs kept open by him. Seeing them make out after re-lit the fire in your veins. 

Then it's their fingers. First Zayne’s, then Sylus’s as they stretch you out for them. You come again, lying between them with your legs held open. 

You're really close to begging when Zayne is finally inside you. Sylus’s fingers never leave you as you ride Zayne, working to keep stretching you until he finally relents and joins in. 

The stretch leaves you trembling like a leaf in the wind, but nothing compares to them moving together inside you. 

Internally, you know that you're ruined. Nothing else will measure up to this– to them, to their touch and their attention. Their love.

. . . . .

“You fucked them, didn't you?” 

Tanya's voice comes from the speaker of your phone. A second into the video call, and she's already clocked it.

“How the fuck did you know?”

She raises a finger, “One: you're glowing, you can only glow in that type of way after an orgasm– or a good fuck, in your case.” she wiggles her eyebrows while smirking. Your face feels hot at her statement, but she pays no mind to your flustered state and carries on. 

“Two: I don't recognize the background, that means you stayed at..”

“Zayne's” you fill in the gap.

“Zayne's instead of our dorm, wonderful. Three: you got a stupid smile on your face.” You splutter at that and she laughs, loud and unashamed. 

“Four: you got hickeys on your neck–” You cover your throat, but it's already far too late for that.– “And five– speak for me again…” 

“Uh… what do you want me to say?”

“Yeah, five: your voice sounds a bit rough.” She brings her phone closer to her face and smirks, “They made you scream, huh?” 

“Get the fuck out my face.” 

She giggles and pulls the phone away. You want to be mad at her, but that's your best friend right there. You stare at each other in silence before you start laughing and celebrating. 

“Ohhh, look at you go, you little minx. Did you talk before or after? Please, tell me you talked.” 

You nod before speaking, “Last night, actually.” You bite your lip and smile, “We're all dating now.” 

“Let's fucking gooooo!” The screen goes blurry, you guess she's either shaking the phone or jumping. Or both.

“It's gonna be just us and we'll be taking it slow, figure things out with each other.” You speak again once you can see her clearly again; she's lying down in bed, phone propped on the mattress.

“Aaww, that's so sweeet,” she sighs and looks up at the heavens, “god, when will it be my turn? I've seen what you've done for others, why not for me?...” 

You giggle at Tanya's antics and shift a little when Sylus comes into the room. He's decent, wearing some borrowed sweatpants from Zayne– scratch that, you don't think you could call that decent, he's not wearing boxers and there's a fucking out line of his dick. Not to mention the marks littered on his chest and neck, there's also a few scratches you don't remember leaving, but oh well.

His steps are quiet as he approaches you, crawling on the bed until he reaches you. 

“Is that Tanya?” The question comes in a low whisper. You nod with a soft smile, you can still hear her monologuing about romance and luck, but you're more focused on the man in front of you to properly listen to her. He settles between your legs, lying down to rest his head on your stomach. You can't help but combing your fingers through his hair.

“... Am I asking for too much? It's literally just one guy.” You tune back into her rambling after Sylus kisses your stomach and huff out a laugh once it clicks.

“Still no progress with Xavier?” 

She groans, “Dude, you don't get it. He's so fucking–” her hands grip the sheets like they're a life line and you nod solemnly.

“Of course.”

“Like, his eyes, oh my god, his eyes. How is it that a mere shade of blue has rendered me so fucking useless? I'm smarter than this, yet that man turns me into a fucking buffoon with just one look!” 

Oh, that intense. She only brings out the big words and elegant manner of speech when rambling about something she feels passionate about. A habit of hers you've always found adorable and funny.

“There's that thing he does where he looks surprised and his eyes get wider, it's the cutest fucking thing I've ever seen in my life; his puppy eyes would be killer if he ever chose to use them on me. Honestly, I'd give him my soul, I am not even joking...”

You don't judge her. The shade of red you would do anything for is currently in your arms, looking like a pleased cat as you play with his hair, and your shade of hazel…

“... I don't know how he does it, like, how can he be so adorable and hot at the same time?...”

“Where's Zayne?” You ask in a whisper, tilting your phone slightly so you can see him while still being on the frame.

“Went out to get some desserts and food, told him he could just order in, but there's a specific pastry he wanted and they don't do deliveries this far out.” 

You can guess which one it is, you're the one that introduced that place to him.

“...Oh! And his hair, dude, you gotta see his hair. It's so fucking fluffy!...” You smile at Tanya as she rambles. It's the liveliest you've seen her in weeks, you really hope it all works out.

“And you decided to stay behind.” 

“Didn’t want you to wake up alone and confused when no one was home.” 

Your smile grows bigger at that and you lean to kiss his forehead.

“My sweet baby.”

The soft moment gets ruined when Tanya stops rambling about Xavier. 

“... Sylus is there with you, isn't he?” you yelp at her accuracy and how much louder her voice sounds. You look back at the device to see only her forehead and top of her hair on the screen; as if getting closer to the phone might let her look into the room.

You laugh, parts embarrassed and parts amused. Sylus lifts up his head and you tilt your phone in his direction to make it easier for him. 

“Tanya.” he says, in lieu of a getting.

“Sylus.” she answers, in the same tone and everything, “I'll have you know that if either of you cross her, I know how to dispose of a body without leaving evidence behind.” 

Sylus laughs. Not mockingly or nervously, but amused, “Noted. But you won't have to worry about that, we plan on absolutely spoiling her.” 

There are hearts in his eyes when he looks at you, a soft smile grazing his features and the red in them gleaming like rubies. You wonder if he's always looked at you like this. You wonder how you missed it all this time. 

Tanya gags from behind the screen, “Okay, that's enough of that, I'll leave you to it. Have fun! Don't do anything I wouldn't do!” 

“But–” You don't get to say anything because she hangs up. You look at Sylus, a little lost, “But there's a lot of things she would do, how am I supposed to decide?” 

He chuckles and your phone gets forgotten on the bed as he rises up to tower above you, “Want some help?” he leans closer, his lips a hair away from yours, “Yes? No? Maybe so?” 

By the time Zayne comes back home, Sylus is thrusting deep into you while you add onto the scratches on his back. He joins in on the fun and you and Sylus get to torture him a little bit before it's time to eat. 

. . . . .

Neither Zayne or Sylus care about hiding their affection towards you, or each other. 

They kiss, hold your hand, pull you close.

They don't hold back in public at all, now that the relationship is officially established.

It takes you a while to get used to that new change. 

“Why am I not surprised?” Tanya asks when you reveal to her that they had been together before you met them.

You hadn't been surprised to learn they were friends with benefits before you came into the picture, right on their way to being lovers right as they got to know you. They had decided to wait for you to make anything official, because both of them knew the moment they met you. 

“Yeah, no, me neither. Had you been there with me, you would've been like ‘oh, they're fuckin’, for sure’” she hums and drinks from her smoothie.

“Look at you, having your destined love and everything, I'm proud of you.” 

She reaches over for your hand, squeezing before patting it and sighing.

“You lucky little fucker.” She mutters. The sudden switch up startles a laugh out of you. 

. . . . .

dude

(Media attached)

im gonna jump this motherfuckers bones

how fucking dare he look so hot

wish me luck

It's a picture of Xavier. He's wearing form fitting clothes in dark colors that makes his grey hair pop more. The angle is odd, like Tanya is hiding behind something while he looks somewhere out of frame.

Godspeed, soldier 🫡 

“What's so funny, my love?”

You look up at Zayne and smile. You don't think you'll ever get used to him calling you like that, no matter how many months pass. 

“Tanya's out on a date with Xav, she just sent a picture of him with the caption ‘I'm gonna jump this motherfucker’s bones’” 

Zayne raises a questioning eyebrow at the choice of words and you giggle while leaning close to him. 

“I see she finally made a move.” Is what he settles for saying, putting a hand on your back as you walk through the restaurant, following the waitress towards your table.

“Yes and no.” You grin, in on a secret he doesn't know, “Remember that downpour that happened about two weeks ago?” He hums in affirmation and pulls back your chair to help you take a seat, ever the gentleman when it comes to you, “Well, they might've gone back to his apartment…” you pause and stare at him as he takes the seat across from you. You see the moment it clicks for him, a simple, small twitch of an eyebrow and a knowing, barely there smirk. 

“They didn't.” 

You nod, your lips falling into a thin line, “They, in fact, did. Right on the couch too.” 

“And then?” Comes Sylus's voice from behind you. You didn't even notice he arrived.

“Sylus!” you scold in a whisper-yell, clutching your chest to contain your leaping heart. He chuckles and leans to kiss your forehead.

“Sorry, darling, I didn't mean to startle you.” He takes advantage of his position to give Zayne a quick peck before sitting down. The four seat table allows him to sit between the both of you. 

“You said you would be late.”

“Managed to get out early.” You know what that phrase means, but you hold back from scolding him; nothing you say will change his ways. You share a look with Zayne and shake your head.

“As I was saying…” 

You continue talking about Tanya and her adventures until it's time to order, and then the conversation goes through other topics as the sun sets and the night goes by. 

It's like everything and nothing changed at all.

The banter is still there, the jokes, the teasing, the flirting. But now, there's nothing holding you back from reaching for them and holding their hand or kissing them. Nothing holding you back from being bolder with your touches and words. 

It's liberating.

[vieramars]

So like, ignoring the first half of this tag cause it's just petty, again we're confusing Lila's philosophy with the philosophy of the game. Lila's philosophy is garbage and that's the POINT. She's regurgitating what she learned from the Lawrence fraternity about how the mind doesn't really exist etc and using it to weaken William's sense of self. She's debating with Yu to keep him guessing and keep her mystery alive. This is NOT garage heathen telling you that you should believe all this stuff or that they personally believe it.

To find the actual philosophy of who's lila, I think we should turn to this moment instead.

THIS is the core philosophy, the heart of who's lila. Will doesn't need empathy to connect with Tanya, he doesn't need to understand her completely and feel what she's feeling, all he needs is his kindness and compassion. To quote flaw peacock's wonderful analysis,

"if presence and love is not sufficient for you, then something as honestly banal as knowledge won't be either."

This is part of why this game is so important to me. This theme is fucking beautiful and something I think a lot of people need to hear from their loved ones.

[jinnies-lamps]

tagged by @eyedanceonyggdrasil 🩷 Thank you for tagging me 🌸

last song: Fighting with Myself by LP

last movie: I watched He Is Out There (2018) on tv then I was in the same situation in my dream it was not nice.

last book: The Assassin's Apprentice ( still didn't finish it I'm sorry)

last tv show: The White Lotus, I am really loving it!! Tanya is such a delight to watch, I admit I was just there for season 3 but the second season is also interesting. Season one was meh, I was so sad for Armand, Shane should have been the one in that casket. I was also so sad for Kai... Poor boy. Never trust rich people.

sweet/savory/spicy: I enjoy all of them, I can't choose between!

relationship status: SINGLE!! stop reminding me this I'm so lonely :(

last thing I googled: English the Turkish translation for couple words

looking forward to: a friend is coming to visit me soon, I am looking forward to it. I don't want to disappoint them so I am a bit nervous.

current obsession: there is none at the moment and I need one immediately. I can't live without an obsession. I truly need something to keep me going. I am available to ideas.

tagging: @jester-to-the-king @baqsy @immigrant @not-easily-conquered @forestdeity @cultercultist @straynoahide

[tanyakennedy1899]

Ideal blunt rotation

[chaosmagetwin]

Another urge to write

But no idea what to write! Too many projects! Too many ideas!

Help a girl choose?

Some context!

A Light Touch of Cold Steel: A story set in Warhammer 40k, within the events of the video game Darktide. The main character, Ash, is a loose cannon veteran transgirl. She's joined by Jeanne the NB Judge Zealot, Taz the Bodyguard Ogryn, and Paige the Seer Psyker transgirl. It is a wartime BDSM focused romance between Ash and Hadron, with a lot of violence between scenes of comfort.

What I currently have: 6K words. The introduction chapter, which gives us all of the main characters, and sets up the romance between Hadron and Ash, and the tense feeling of fear and lust Ash feels for the cold steel of Hadron. It's on AO3

Goal: Get a part 2 down. I intend to ignore Hadron in this part, focusing on the teams relationship and how they keep each other sane.

Tag - A Light Touch of Cold Steel

Scion of Lightning: Another old original work that I never got very far in, but which I've thought about often. A story about a girl who was born with a touch of lightning in her. It's meant as coding for ADHD with some magic, but when I originally wrote it, it definitely had a not-so-small amount of "And then she hurt everyone when she lost control" that needs to be... well, more intentional and addressed properly.

What I have: Nothing that isn't going to be reworked

Goal: Outline what I actually want from the story

Tag - Scion of Lightning

Growing the Hive: A transwoman martian salvager in space picks up a long haul transport that set off it's emergency broadcast. But when she gets there, she doesn't find anyone or anything, except one little bot. She thinks there is nothing on it, but after she connects, she begins to change mentally, and have mental breakdowns. She's joined by a catty anarchist diplomat and a techwiz hacker boything, who try their best to keep their little polycule solvent as they each handle their own responsibilities together.

What I have: 27K words, and 4 chapters. It's on AO3

Goal: Get another scene further in chapter 5

Tag - Growing the Hive

Necromechtic: A relatively new idea I've had, after chatting with @en-bitch a while ago that's stuck around in my head a little more than the rest of the Mech Brainrot. The story will deal with a necromancer witch, her magitech mech artificer girlfriend who was arrested by the state, and The Pilot, an undead who is the POV character who has no memories besides what it takes to fight and pilot a mech. The witch makes and powers the Mech, operating as the power core to the machine, while the pilot controls its movements and weaponry. It'll deal with polyamory, what it means to own and be owned. As I've gotten further into it, it's also dealing with being a living weapon, hatred, and finding purpose for one self.

What I have: 3.5K words. Part 1 and 2, posted on AO3.

Goal: Part 3! Maybe 4!

Tag - Necromechtic

Enemy Handler: A short-form smut. In it, a butch handler captured a pilot. It's smut :)

What I have: 2.5K words.

Goal: Part 2, and finish the story with some hurt / comfort.

Tag - None, Mechsploitation

Mold Maid Castle: A short form force femme story, created in response to @ashes2caches 's post about Abandoned Castles just growing maids like mold, and annointing whoever wanders in as the princess, regardless of whether they are femme or not.

What I have: 3K words. Also, a floor plan and map...?

Goal: Part 2. Setting up a core mystery to last a couple more parts. Increasing Princess Responsibilities, and addressing the forcefemme as something that is quite a bit more willing than that would imply.

Tag - Mold Maids

Command Prompt: A short emotionally fraught story of a pilot who witnessed her handler die and had a mental breakdown.

What I have: 772 words. (That's... it? Thought that was longer)

Goal: Part 2. Actually retiring this girl, and throwing her out of the military. We're putting this pilot through some more hurt, so we can get to some comfort when someone picks her up off the street.

Tag - None, Mechsploitation

Tanya Suraya: My FF14 OC character! She's a monster, a living weapon, just like every other Warrior of Light. Except, where they are loved, and protected, Tanya is considered to be terrifying. The scions do not trust her. They do not like her.... but they will use it.

What I have: 1.6K words

Goal: Part 3! Introduce her to more scions, get her working with the scions for the first time, set up some relationships, and their horror with her, and the ways they have to fight their instincts, because they need her.

Tag - Tanya Suraya, FF14 WOL

Dangerous Sample: Multiversal Time Travel story about a genetically engineered pirate captain who has to learn about saving the multiverse, found family, and trusting again after having been betrayed.

What I currently have: Some random lines and passages from throughout the story that act as milestones for important plot points, or something I thought sounded witty.

Goal: Get the start of the story down properly

Tags - Excerpts from a book I'll never write, Traveller's Tales 2.0.

Dark Wizardess: An old original work of mine that needs updated. A story about a chuunibyou peasant witch who attempts to assassinate the princess. She fails, and the princess imprisons her, then decides to use her to help save the country from her incompetent father, who has been ruling the country with an iron fist. They're also lesbians :)

What I currently have: Nothing that isn't going to be reworked

Goal: Outline what I actually want from the story

Tag - Dark Wizardess

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[duchessonfire]

Savior Carl!AU re-read Part 1 Chapter 3

Follow-up of my re-read of Part 1 Chapter 2. If you're not interested and don't want to have your dashboard spammed, you can block the tags Duchess reads and Savior Carl AU reread.

Commentary for Part 1, Ch 3 below the cut (spoilers for part 1 ahead):

Fun fact: I used to hate the title of this chapter ("Wives and candy"). When I was writing part 1 in 2021, I wrote this title as a placeholder on my word document because I figured I'd think of something better down the line. Then, when I finished the chapter and was ready to post, I had not, in fact, thought of something better. So I just added it as the title chapter but I hated it. All the other chapter titles came to me very easily and were super evocative: "I'm Negan", "The hard way is the only way", "Don't stop until you see blood". All of them were direct quotes from either Carl or Shane so they felt very poetic to me. And then... there was "Wives and candy". Definitely the odd duck of the bunch. In fact, I remember changing it to something else soon after posting (it was 4 years ago so I don't remember what it was) and then still being dissatisfied so I just changed it back to "Wives and candy".

The thing is, this chapter really is about wives and candy. For all that I dislike the title, it works because its simplicity encapsulates what this chapter is about: rewards.

Negan sees the wives as rewards. It might sound obvious but it's something that always strikes me when I rewatch "The Cell" episode (7x03) where Negan tells Dwight he's been doing a good job with Daryl so he tells him to pick any wife he wants to spend the night with as long as she consents to it. This scene is always mindboggling to me because Negan is so deeply possessive and territorial that it feels almost OOC. He gets so angry when he and Amber talk about her cheating in the "Sing Me a Song episode" (7x07, aka my fave episode ever, aka the single greatest thing to have ever happened on tv). He talks sweetly to Amber, up until that moment when he reminds her the wives aren't allowed to cheat on him, and you can see his barely restrained rage. For a while, I had a hard time reconciling those two aspects of him, that someone so possessive could so casually offer his wives to a soldier as reward. Until I realize that Negan doesn't really see the wives as people, but as objects that are his to share as he wishes. What bothered him about Amber cheating on him wasn't that she slept with another man, but that she did so without Negan's permission. Negan doesn't really have any feelings for the wives. He can be tender with Amber, and there's definitely chemistry and maybe even understanding with Sherry, but it's all extremely shallow and superficial. He doesn't love them, doesn't care for them, doesn't do much other than provide them with luxuries. At the end of the day, the wives serve a purpose: to be warm and nice bodies for men to escape reality in. It's what Negan himself does (he tells Eugene in 7x11 Hostiles and Calamities that there's nothing better than conversation with a nice-smelling woman to make him feel like a man again) and it's what he offers Dwight. And in chapter 3, it's what he offers Carl, first by sending the wives to keep him company, and then by literally offering Carl to have sex with one of his wives as reward for saving his life.

Chapter 3 is Carl's first introduction to Negan's harem. He knew of the wives before, but he had no interest in them (he doesn't even recognize that Tanya is a wife at first, because the wives stay in their apartments and rarely mingle with the other people of the factory).

even before getting shot he never paid too much attention to the wives. He’d learned what he could about them, just as he had with everyone else in the Sanctuary, but he’d never pushed it past names and previous occupations. The role they play for Negan makes him uncomfortable, like something deeply private that should be kept secret instead of being paraded around for everyone to see. Carl isn’t stupid, and he isn’t ignorant. He knows what sex and love are. He’s seen it with his mom and Shane in the beginning, and he’s spent half of his adolescent life with Glenn and Maggie, and not so long ago, he saw Shane trying to put on his best face for Jessie, back in Alexandria. But Negan doesn’t act with his wives the way Glenn or Shane looked at women like his mom, or Maggie or Jessie. It isn’t love, it’s possessiveness, and probably something more physical that Carl just avoids thinking about.

This whole chapter is about Carl's relationship to women and to heterosexual relations, the weight that they carry and how they affect the people around him. It's why this part of the chapter is so focused on female characters and, more specifically, their influence on the male characters. The flashbacks are about Jessie and Shane. Carl dreams of Beth. He interacts for the first time with Sherry, Tanya, Frankie and Beth. Sherry, especially, makes an impression on Carl.

Carl at this point of the story is so sexually repressed he's bordering on asexual. It's something that I explore more in part 2, but having to grow up in the apocalypse, being isolated from anyone his age, and being constantly focused on survival has emotionally and sexually stunted Carl. He's 18 but has never had more than puppy love for Beth (and it's no coincidence that this happened when his mom was still alive and he still felt reasonably safe to act like a kid). And yet, in spite of this, Carl notices how sexual feelings affect Shane when he meets Jessie. He sees it again in the infirmary, when literally every man around him is sexually attracted to Sherry (Negan, Shane, Carson and Joey the Savior). He's both highly aware of people's sexual desires and completely unaware of his own.

Which leads to one my favorite things about this chapter, and something that still haunts Carl even though he never allows himself to think about it: how Negan views women.

One night, after spending the whole day with nothing to do but watch Amber cover every single one of her finger and toe with nail polish, Carl dreams of Beth, Jessie, Enid, Rosita, Sasha and Maggie, all watching over him in black dresses and heels.

This one short passage encapsulates so much about Carl's feelings in this chapter. It shows how aware Carl is of Negan's predatory instincts toward women (but also toward everything and everyone else) as well as his (very founded and justified) fear that Negan's hunger for power and conquest is endless, that he will marry every single woman Carl has ever met, dead or alive, that they will all join his harem and don the wife uniform. It's a scary vision and it's one that becomes likely the more he knows about Negan's far-reaching empire.

During the whole chapter, Carl is haunted by the wives' smell and their flowery perfume. So far, Carl has mainly been in contact with Saviors and workers, but his convalescence is his first time being in contact with the wives' lifestyle: how clean they are, how impractical their clothes are for the apocalypse, how their days are spent in leisure doing nothing but read and paint their nails. It shocks him, and while Negan sees the wives as a distraction for Carl in the infirmary, something to make his stay there more pleasant, like the soda cans and candy bars he sends to Carl's bedside, to Carl they are a burden and an uncomfortable reminder of his own disabled state. In fact, getting away from them as quickly as possible is a big incentive to him speeding up his recovery. None of the women Carl has been around before were like the wives. Maggie, Sasha and Rosita are all fighters, trained for survival like him. In a way, they are similar to female Saviors like Arat or Laura. But the wives are presenting Carl with another path to survival that he never considered, one where their skills are applied in the bedroom rather than in the wild. This harsh reminder of the sexual world of Sanctuary - Negan's sexual world especially - is not a pleasant one for someone as sexually repressed as Carl. And yet, it's a world that will change him irremediably.

I was so excited to write about Carl and Sherry's first meeting. While Carl has never thought about Sherry other than in passing when he heard about her escape with Dwight, Sherry has obviously been thinking about him:

“He likes you,” she says as she reshuffles the card.  “Carson?” The corner of her mouth lifts up, like they just shared a secret joke. “Negan,” she corrects. Carl frowns at her, and she elaborates: “I heard what happened before you got shot, at the market and then in the Saviors’ mess hall. He likes you.” Carl snorts. “He keeps threatening to kill me whenever I piss him off.” “And yet, he hasn’t.” “Not so far.” Sherry places her cards in neat row on the covers. “He’ll hurt you, you know?” Her voice doesn’t waver, still perfectly even, like they’re just talking about the weather. “That’s what he does to the people he likes. He hurts us to see how much we can take. It’s his idea of fun.” She’s right, he knows that. He has seen it first-hand, the way Negan keeps taunting him, humiliating him, pressing Lucille on top of his shoulder, knowing exactly that every time he does, Carl keeps seeing Glenn and Abraham’s bloody faces. And yet, it irks him to have Sherry say it out loud, as if someone else acknowledging it makes it worse. “He hasn’t done anything to me,” he points out, because it’s technically true. “Not so far,” she replies, her eyes never leaving the cards, a dam of paper delicately erected between them.

Sorry for quoting this entire dialogue, but it means so much to me. Sherry is the first person in Sanctuary to see Negan's interest in Carl for what it is: dangerous. Sherry knows Negan more intimately than most, is probably closer to him than anyone else, as was made abudantly clear in 7x07, and she knows better than anyone that Negan's interest in Carl can lead only to disaster (while people like Carson see it as an honor). It's the first time anyone has talked to Carl about something that he has noticed himself - how interested Negan is in him, how the close interactions between them deviate from the norm - but that he never wanted to dwell on. She recognizes the cat and mouse game that Negan is playing with Carl and tries to warn Carl, but at this point in the story, Carl is not ready to hear it. If anything, he's upset that Sherry would remark on it, which is something that reflects the downward slide that Carl is on. He knows that Negan is "bullying" him (that's how Carl views Negan's interest in him) but he feels protective and possessive of that bullying. This Carl is starved for attention, the attention that Shane gave him unconditionally when he was a child, the attention that changed and became abusive when Shane was training him after his mother's death, the attention that started to shift away from him when they got to Alexandria, only to be given sparingly when Jessie wasn't around, and that finally vanished completely once they joined Sanctuary. Shane has done nothing but isolate Carl from the people around him, making Carl dependent on him for any kind of attention. Unbeknownst to Shane, however, Negan has been watering Carl's withered garden (little Queen Charlotte reference for any Bridgerton fan).

I could go on and on about this chapter and all it means to me despite the really bad title, but this post is far too long already so I'll wrap it up with this:

“I’m sorry, does this look like a fucking resort to you? Do you see me sipping Mai Tais on the beach? Yes, work. I’ve invested a whole lotta time and resources in you, kid. I expect it to pay off. So from now on, every day from noon to sundown, you’re gonna be my assistant. You’re gonna follow me around, watch, listen, learn, and generally do whatever the fuck I need you to do. And don’t expect to sleep in in the mornings. I want you working on your aim every second you’re not with me. First with those darts I generously provided for you, then with a gun aimed at dead ones in the courtyard, until I feel confident that you can leave the Sanctuary without shooting someone in the ass. Anything you wanna add to that?” Negan’s tone doesn’t suffer any objection and to hear him have so much faith in Carl’s ability to get his aim back is entirely unexpected. “I… No, I – it’s just I thought you were gonna send me away.” “Send you away? Kid, I don’t know what kind of crack-head-level, bullshit-inducing drugs Carson’s been feeding you, but you ain’t going anywhere. What makes you think otherwise?” Carl looks away, suddenly self-conscious. “It’s – I mean… I just thought – with the eye, you know.” Negan’s surveys him with his piercing gaze for a moment, before his expression turns softer. His tone when he speaks is understanding: “Carl, I’m not sending you away. Like I said, I’ve invested in you and I plan on having you around here for a long time. So you’re stuck with me, kid.”

On top of having one of the greatest lines Savior!AU Negan has ever said (I've never had a Mai Tai, but boy do I want one now), this scene lays the groundwork for everything that will happen after. The eye changed everything for Carl. It made Shane abandon him but it made Negan more interested in him than ever and, in turn, it made Carl's allegiance shift from Shane to Negan.

Conclusion; tldr: Chapter 3 is Carl's introduction to the world of the harem. He's sexually repressed so he doesn't realize that his discomfort of the wives is already rooted in jealousy. The wives, and especially Sherry, represent a world that seems wondrous to Carl: one filled with leisure and luxury and comfort and, most importantly, Negan's attention. By taking a bullet for him, Carl bought himself Negan's gratitute, a very rare thing that Negan tries - and fails - to reward with material objects (candy, sodas, sex with the wives, comic books). Negan is desperate to repay Carl for what he did, not knowing that the one thing Carl needs most of all is what Negan is already giving: his attention.

You can find my commentary on Part 1, chapter 4 here.

[kaunis-sielu]

Candy Witch: 2

You keep making candy for Peter and his friends. Tony comes in more often than you expected him to, sometimes it’s just him but often it’s Happy or Pepper too.

You’re working on a batch of dipped potato chips when the door slams open, nearly shattering with the force.

“You!” A man yells at your employee, Tanya, “Are you the witch!” He’s completely covered by his uniform and he’s got some symbol you don’t recognize on it.

“W-w-what?” Tanya stammers and you brush past her.

“Tanya, let my favorite customer know I won’t be in today.” You tell her, she nods once, a knowing look on her face, before you turn to the man.

“I am the witch.” He reaches around the counter and grips your arm.

“You’re coming with me.” He sneers and you let him take you. If it comes to it, you have some tricks up your sleeve, including the ability to fight him should you need to. You mostly don’t want Tanya hurt.

“Tell Peter that his order is on the counter.” When you’d heard the man’s snarked demand you’d added a little something to some little spider chocolates.

An hour later you’ve been locked into a kitchen, told you better produce them some spells to beat the avengers or else and you worked for them now. You’ve done nothing but sit and absentmindedly twirl a spoon in a mug of never cold tea.

The man that had come to your shop, they’d called him Collins, comes bursting into the kitchen. A gun in his hand.

“Where are they?” He demands.

“I told you. I won’t make them.”

“Then I’ll kill you.”

“You can try.” You give him a cold smile. “But you’re playing with fire here.” He cocks the gun,

“You think you’re faster than a bullet?” He sneers.

“What bullet?” You ask and when he holds up his gun he’s shocked to see that he’s holding a handful of wheat. You can turn anything he touches into ingredients and it’s going to piss him off.

Sure enough, he grabs a knife, you turn it into sugar. He grabs another knife, you turn it into flour. The building shakes, and he lunges for you.

“Can’t turn yourself into something else.” He sneers and he’s right. You can’t turn yourself into anything else and he has a hand wrapped around your neck.

“I can’t make anything if I’m dead.” You tell him and he laughs,

“I don’t care.” That’s when something shoots across your kitchen and then Collins is yanked away from you.

“Hi.” Spider-Man says from where he’s up on the side of the wall.

“Hello.”

“Cool spell. To help me find you. Might need some more of those.”

“Sounds good. Is it safe for me to leave?”

“As long as I’m with you.” He says dropping down onto the floor and you walk out of the building side by side. Passing, hilariously, several men hanging from the ceiling from webbing.

“Thank you for coming. I’ll be putting up better wards at the shop to keep them for coming back.” You tell him, and Peter nods.

“Can you get back or do you need a lift?”

“I was just going to take one of their cars.” Peter laughs,

“I’m fine with it. See you later.” He says before swinging off into the distance. You get into a car, start it, then head back to the shop.

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[efingart]

OC INTERVIEW

Thank you for the tag @revnah1406!!

(^ I really love this gif of Tanya, Mila's faceclaim, it's so cute. I should draw her in that fit)

Name: Mila

Nickname: "Bell" 🔔

Gender: Female 🤦‍♀️

Star Sign: Libra ♎️

Personality Type: Chaotic Good/INTJ-A

Height: 5'3"/160cm

Orientation: Pansexual 💋

Nationality/Ethnicity: Russian

Fave Fruit: Strawberries 🍓

Fave Season: Fall 🍂

Fave Flower: gerbera daisy

Fave Scent: Frank's cologne (*cough* I'll see myself out)

Coffee, Tea, or HC: Coffee ☕️

Average Hours of Sleep: HAHAHAHAHA 🥱

Dog or Cat Person: Both

Dream Trip: Somewhere quiet and remote where she can relax

Number of Blankets They Sleep With: 1 (especially with a human furnace boyfriend)

Random Fact: The books she's currently reading in JWIN are: The Count of Monte Cristo, The Shining, and A Wrinkle In Time (this is all hinted at in Chapter 24 when she lists the names of the female protagonists in each story.

tagging: @socially-awkward-skeleton, @alexxmason, @romancedeldiablo, @mango-parfait

[thegamingcatmom]

I have a question! A few maybe? Depends how much I yap lol!

Okay so will we ever get a chance to see mc interact with the Cullens—including bella? I would like to see how she reacts to a completely different family of vampires, especially since she doesn’t know what they are.

And speaking of not known what they are, will she ever get a chance to find out? If so how would she react?! Im honestly so excited to see more, ever since I began reading I’ve been frothing at the mouth and checking your page daily(sorry if that sounds crazy)

I would really like to see how she would interact with each Cullen, especially Rosalie—how would Rosalie feel meeting another so called human pet:0

I also feel like her and Esme would get along perfectly, kind of like how Carmen is with mc! And Alice too, though her personality may be too much for mc?

Will mc also be inter-grated in personal affairs like family meetings and going to see the Volturi? Since im guessing mc will soon know what they are?

Also theres this tension between mc and tanya, will they ever get a chance to be romantic? If so how would that go for the first time? Since the Denali sisters are experienced with humans will it ever happen?

I think thats all for now! Cant wait to see more, this work is by far the most im invested in!

First of all: I love how lengthy your ask is! And I especially love that it´s allll about what may or may not happen in the deranged universe of The Sisters. Those are my fav kind of asks. THE SPECULATIONS, THE THEORIES. 😭

I do so love fangirling with yall. 🫶❤️‍🔥🫶

Okay so-

You´ll defo get a fat chance to see MC interacting with the Cullens - that includes Bella ofc. In fact, there´s a reason I put them in the tags of my story early on, even though their first appearance won´t be until much later.

The Cullens will play a rather big part in all of it, as MC meeting them will probs set some things in motion that may or may not impact the dynamic between her and her forced-found family (the Denalis). You´re absolutely correct that she has no idea another "variant" of whatever-they-are exists out there. A variant that she might even come to like because that variant seems somewhat sane, at least.

Their eyes are defo less haunting. That´s already a huge plus in her book...

MC will find out what they are for sure. She´s bound to, at some point. Tanya hasn´t taken her in just for shits and giggles. (Kate begs to differ.) Our coven leader very much plans on having MC stay with her them permanently, and there´s only one way to ensure that. You hearing bells too?

As for how MC´s gonna react when the bomb drops? Good question. 🤔

I will say this though: It´s not necessarily gonna be the Denalis who will spill the beans. 🫘

And can I just say I fucking LOVE that you mentioned Rosalie specifically?? Because yes, yes, yes, my girl will play a rather important part when it comes to MC and the Denalis indeed.

Yall remember THAT convo, right? Ofc you do. It´s the first "real talk" we get between Bella and Rose. It´s where Bella finds out the real reason why Rose seemingly can´t stand her. It´s because she envies her. For having the opportunity at a life she herself longs for. For having the choice.

We all know Rose thinks one´s mortality is something that should be protected at all costs. It should be valued and respected. Not carelessly thrown away like Bella plans on doing.

And you know who else thinks she´d rather stay exactly the way she is, pls and ty?

MC.

Girl wants no part of that...whatever-they-are. Those things are the reason she´s stuck in this dilemma in the first place. Why would she wanna become something she despises?

And you know who else despises what she´s become?

Rosalie.

Rose firmly believes Bella´s choosing wrong.

Well, how do you think Rose would react if someone chose right instead?

I guess the main difference between Bella and MC is that Bella's a willing human pet. 😏

My heart melts just thinking about it.

Esme is basically the (lot) less unhinged version of Carmen, so ofc she´d go full Momma on MC. Making her food (just look at that gif, I mean-), fluffing up her pillow, taking care of her when she isn´t feeling well and just-

ASFKASJFAKSDFN.

Can you imagine Carmen and Esme combined?? I don´t think our hearts could handle it (jk, they won´t have another choice cause I very much plan on combining Carmen and Esme and letting them loose on MC muahaha). It´d be a constant back and forth of-

"Are you hungry, dear?"

"Your feet are not too cold, are they, mi amor?"

"Do you need me to wash those, honey?"

"Leave the poor thing alone."

"She is sleeping."

As for Alice-

I mean-

She´s...wild. But not in the deranged way MC will have no choice but to become used to (courtesy of her forced-found family). She has an energy that makes you feel like you´re talking to a kid on a sugar rush, lmao. But that's an energy MC can deal with I reckon. It might even be something she welcomes after everything else she's been through.

Alice might be a lil weirdo who takes fashion much too seriously, but there's an undeniable joy to her that's kind of infectious. I imagine MC would much rather deal with a bit of weirdness (which probs includes serving as a Barbie for Alice to dress up) than a whole ton of...whatever it is that's not quite right with her kidnappers. 🙃

Tbh: I don't plan for MC to find out about vampires until much later. There's a few things I got in mind for how and when she finds out, and I did say it's not necessarily gonna be the Denalis who will tell the tale.

The Volturi will be involved in one way or another, I´m sure. My mind hasn´t made it that far yet though, because we gotta get MC settled in first. We also gotta tame Irina first before any other vampires (besides the Denalis) can be introduced to our girl. I need MC to be in a position where ALL members of the family are somewhat willing to go the extra mile to keep her with them safe. Whether that be for personal reasons or because your sister went all coven leader on you...

As for being involved in family affairs/meetings:

Hmm, I haven´t thought about that yet. I mean, they´re vampires. They could discuss matters with her in the next room and she would be none the wiser because they can speak at a volume that’s only audible to them due to their heightened hearing. If they don´t want her included in something, she won´t be.

On the other hand...

Seeing how Tanya has already signed the adoption papers (so to speak), I can also very much see her being adamant on MC being included in family matters from now on. She´s the leader, and while she accepts and welcomes her coven members´ opinions, she can be rather stubborn when she´s set her mind on something (or someone).

Much to the annoyance of Irina. Girl´s gonna hit her breaking point sooner rather than later. 💀

There´s tension alright but not nearly enough if you ask Tanya and there´s a reason for that:

Ofc she´s gonna be romantically involved with MC.

So will Kate.

So will Irina.

That´s why I put it in the tags. 😅

However, and I cannot stress this enough, it´s a slow burn. Very slow. With lots of suffering for everyone involved. Why? Cause I like em working for it. 🙃

I´ve made a similar post quite a while ago where I kinda explained the main directive of The Sisters. While falling in love is ofc part of it, it´s not the focus of my story. It´s more about staying true to yourself despite the challenges you face, and about becoming the best version of yourself. Finding love can help a great deal with that, but in the end, it´s up to you to face your demons. Where there´s a will, there´s a way.

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As for the Denali sisters being experienced with humans:

Yes and no, lol. They´re more experienced than most of their kind for sure, seeing how sleeping around is pretty much all they've been doing for the past century. Besides feeding, ofc. Sometimes they do both at once, and there's the catch-

Getting their fill is all they care about, really. Whether that be related to feeding or...other things. There's never been a situation for them where they felt like they had to be extra careful with their victims flings, simply because they.don't.care. If they make it out alive at the end, good for them. If not, well that's that. There's more where they came from. No biggie. 🤷‍♀️

They have exceptional control over their bloodlust, it has to be said. But that doesn't mean they're gonna overexert themselves with it. Shit happens, so to speak. 🙃

...Enter MC-

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Thanks so much for your ask and for letting me know how excited you are to read more! (Crazy is the highest form of flattery, imo. 😌)

Your ask has made me excited as well actually, lmao. With that said:

Have a great day and cya at Chapter 4! 💋