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tumbleweed-run · 11 months

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Ethereal

Kinktober Day 25 Pregnancy

It didn’t matter how many times he saw her lately, Gale’s breath caught each time. When he thought of Tav the image his mind conjured up was still the woman he met, so it was a small thrill every time she appeared in the room. She was still absolutely stunning, but the fact that she was now carrying his child did something to him viscerally.

The pregnancy was far enough along that there was no denying it. Even while fully dressed, anyone with eyes could tell Tav was carrying their child. Gale had spent much of the early months laying in bed with her caressing the growing mound that was her belly. Now he enjoyed allowing his hand to stray to her stomach, occasionally blessed with the little sensation of tiny feet against his hand.

“Getting any work done?” Tav teased from where she’d paused by the door, undoubtedly watching him watch her.

Gale glanced down at the mess of parchment in front of him, “not important.”

She laughed and walked over to him, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. “What were you thinking about?”

“How lovely you look carrying our daughter,” Gale answered almost immediately.

He heard the huff from above him, an amused and exasperated noise all rolled into one. “You’re so sure about that.”

“I have it on good authority that Morena Dekarios has correctly guessed the genders of the last 5 pregnant women she’s encountered,” Gale explained for probably the hundredth time, “and Mother took one look at you and declared that our child would be a girl.”

“Is that authority Morena herself?” Tav teased had disappeared further behind him.

Gale turned and found she had settled onto the seat on the terrace. The setting sun caused her skin to glow and Gale was momentarily frozen in awe. She looked every part the goddess right now, glowing both on the inside and the out. Luckily he knew that beneath her ethereal visage laid a very human heart. Tav’s humanity was some of his favorite parts of her, making her better than any god.

“What did I do to earn the right to love you,” he asked surprising himself, the words leaving his lips before they’d even entered his brain.

Tav smiled and rolled her eyes fondly. “You’ve been yourself and that’s all I’ve ever wanted,” she said insistantly.

Admittedly they had this conversation at somewhat regular intervals. Gale would likely never accept that he was worthy of loving someone like Tav. But everytime that black urge to prove himself in increasingly grandiose ways she was there to reel him back in. Reminding Gale that she loved him exactly as he was.

He rose from his seat and went to her. Instead of taking up the rest of the space on the seat, Gale knelt before her. Placing a hand onto the swell of Tav’s stomach he leaned forward and pressed a kiss. He was rewarded with a thump against his hand. Gale chuckled and delivered another kiss.

“I can already tell this one will be a handful,” Tav said fondly placing a hand over Gale’s as another kick fluttered against her skin.

“Alright little girl,” Gale said with mock sterness, “give your mother a rest.”

Another eye roll above him but when he looked up Tav smiled and he was once more struck by her beauty and his luck.

“Let me worship you,” Gale asked softly.

Tav blushed at his request, eyes darting around, “not out here.”

“No one will see,” Gale tried to reason with her, more than happy to cast them some cover.

She shook her head still.

“Alright,” Gale conceded, “then lets go inside.”

“Uhg,” Tav whined, “I just got out here.”

Gale laughed in response and took Tav’s hands before rising to his feet, “I’ll make it worth your while, I promise.”

Tav allowed him to pull her to her feet at that promise. “You better.”

Gale lead her back inside and then further into the house towards their room. He’d considered using the couch in the study but knew their bed would be much more comfortable for her. His desire to touch her was easily outweighed by his desire to make Tav comfortable.

Once they got into the room Gale made quick work of her clothing. Unable to resist Gale leaned down and pressed yet another kiss to her bare stomach. Tav laughed and playfully pushed at his shoulder.

“I’m beginning to worry you might like be pregnant a little too much,” she accused even as she climbed onto their bed and settled against the mound of pillows that was beginning to take over their bed.

“I enjoy your body in all of it’s states,” he told her as he followed.

Gale pressed apart her legs slightly so he could kneel between them. He leaned up and captured Tav’s lips with his. She sighed into the kiss, raising up so she could deepen it. Gale was happy to let her lead for a while, resting his hands on either side of her face. The second Tav’s lips parted his tongue chased it’s way inside. He licked at the soft earthy flavor of the teas she’s begun enjoying lately until he found the flavor that was uniquely hers. They went on like this for several minutes until she was making soft noises into his mouth.

Gale broke away from Tav’s lips in order to trail kisses down her neck and across her collar bone. She relaxed back, seemingly happy to allow him his time to worship her. He trailed down into the valley between her breasts and she arched her back towards him. Taking the hint Gale kissed upwards until he could draw one of her nipples into his mouth. Tav gasped, hand raising up to thread into his hair. He swirled the nipple with his tongue, his hand raising up to gently caress its twin.

Tav moaned, legs spreading slightly in response. Gale gently pressed on of his knees forward against her core. She moaned again and ground down against his leg almost immediately. He released her nipple from his mouth and turned his attention to the other side. In the last few weeks she’d been nearly insatiable in bed, a perk of this stage of pregnancy she’d assured him. A perk Gale was all to happy to take advantage of.

When he’d spend enough time worshipping her nipples, Tav was writhing near constantly and he could feel her arousal seeping into the fabric of his pants, Gale allowed his kisses to trail lower. He spent a few moment kissing along her stomach before sliding his hands beneath her hip. Sliding back down the bed Gale gently pulled her after him until she was laying.

“Do you need a pillow?” Gale asked even as his lips trailed ever lower.

“Gale,” was Tav’s only response, a plea.

He sat up then and looked at her. “Do you need a pillow for under your hips?” He repeated.

Tav huffed, rolled her eyes, and grabbed a pillow out from the pile that was now above her head. “Yes, here,” she handed it to him.

Gale quickly helped work the pillow under her hips before returning his lips to the exact spot they’d left. Tav settled further into the bed with a contented sigh.

She was so delightfully wet when Gale finally made his way between her legs. Tav whimpered at his first lick between her folds, legs spreading even more. He was only happy to oblige to her silent request. He took his time licking every inch of her, swirling his tongue just inside her entrance. She moaned, hand finding its way back into his hair.

Gale gripped the pillow and pulled it forward so her hips tilted up a little more. “Good?” he asked.

“Yes,” she answered breathlessly, tugging softly on his hair trying to guide his mouth back down onto her.

Gale was laying flat on the bed now, hands resting under Tav’s thighs keeping them spread. As he lowered his mouth to her clit she cursed and rocked towards his lips. Gale’s hips rutted against the bed in response, his aching cock demanding attention. That was as much as he was willing to indulge it, his sole focus on sucking and licking at Tav’s clit.

She was unreserved in the sounds spilling from her lips. Moans and whimpers spilling out around the melding of his name and various curses. It was music to Gale’s ears and he moaned against her cunt. Tav gasped and pulled him closer enjoying the vibrations. Gale continued to moan as he licked, showing her just how much he loved his current position. Tav writhed and cried out above him as she came against his mouth.

Gale happily lapped at her under the waves of her orgasm stilled. Only then did he push up to sit back on his knees. Looking down at her he realized he was mistaken, she was truly ethereal now. Skin flushed, eyes dark with arousal as he hair fanned out a halo above her head. He wanted this memory burned into his brain forever, he would gladly forget every incantation to be allowed that.

“Gale,” Tav whispered, raising her hand to him after allowing him to look a her for several moments.

“I’m here,” he promised taking her hand and pressing a kiss to her knuckles.

“Yes but I want you up here,” she said and tugged at his hand until he leaned back over her to press a kiss against her lips.

“And here,” Tav continued, dragging a leg behind his thighs until he leaned forward, rocking his clothed cock against her core.

Who was he to deny her? Gale stripped as quickly as possible, eyes only leaving Tav when they absolutely had to.

“Like this?” He asked leaning over her when he was done, allowing his cock to brush against her folds.

“No,” Tav shook her head and pushed at his shoulders.

Gale sat back confused. Tav sat herself up and shuffled her body to the side of where she’d been. “I want to be on top,” she insisted.

“Are you sure?” Gale checked even as he shuffled his body into the space she’d just vacated.

Tav nodded and as soon as he stopped moving she threw her leg over his waist. She settled back until his cock was nestled between her legs, not inside just yet. Tav slowly rocked her hips against him whimpering each time his cockhead bumped against her clit. His hips followed her movements after a little, chasing after every one of her movements. Gale was happy to be like this for a while, lazily thrusting between her folds.

Tav was the one who grew impatient. Planting one foot into the bed she rose up and grasped his cock by the base. Gale knew her well enough to place his hands on her hips and when she began to sink down onto him he forced her to move slowly. She tried to glare at him but her eyes were heavily lidded in pleasure with each little bit he allowed her to sink down. Slowly they went until she was settled flush against him. Gale bit his lip in restraint as he wanted to allow Tav a moment to adjust

“I’m not fragile,” She insisted rolling her hips with him deep inside of her.

“Yes, but you are precious,” Gale reasoned, voice rough.

Tav didn’t try and argue only continued to roll her hips. Gale granted her a few more moments before releasing her hips and gently rocking up into her. Tav quickly rose up and then allowed herself to slide back down his cock. Each time she did this she swiveled her hips slightly. Gale thrust up into her as she quickened her pace, one hand resting on his chest for support.

She slowed eventually, movement becoming less smooth, she groaned in frustration. Tav’s muscles undoubtedly were growing tired. Gale planted his own feet into the bed and held onto her hips. He fucked up into her, taking over the motions entirely now. He could no longer tell who was making what noises.

Gale came first, hips thrusting up harder than he meant. He then pinned their hips together, a habit that would likely never die, as he filled her. Gale held her there until his orgasm faded. He quickly moved his hand, pressing two fingers between his skin and her’s until he found Tav’s clit.

He worked it, quickly using some of his cum that had begun leaking from her as lubrication as he rubbed. She squirmed cried out, fingers flexing on his chest until her nails broke the skin. He kept up with his fingers until only a little while later Tav came again, cunt spasming against his softening cock. She collapsed against him as she came.

Gale gently rolled them onto their sides so her stomach was no longer trapped between them. He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “You are so beautiful,” he murmured against her skin. Tav leaned her head further against his lips and sighed happily.

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himeryu · 2 years

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— Love Story: 14. stage 1

kaveh x reader

Childe puts down his phone, grinning. Scara glances at the man in confusion and suspicion– glaring in the process; what is this mother fucker gonna do now? But instead of causing a stir, he stands up with a small smile, “I’ll be going to the balcony first for a breather.”

Tighnari has left the table to catch up with his other friends, so only Childe, Scara, Hu Tao, Heizou, and you are left.

“We’ll go with you,” Heizou says, looking at the sober Hu Tao. “Right, Hu Tao?” He smiles. Hu Tao looked at her friend, confused, who only gave her a knowing– yet nervous– look. “Bitch wha–”

Before she can finish her sentence, Heizou grabs her hand with his sweaty one and then stands up. “We’ll be back!” Childe exclaims, walking away from their table with Heizou and a very confused Hu Tao, who is, unfortunately, being dragged.

“What the fuck,” Scara says, confused.

Before he could register what had just happened, a light blue-haired man approached their table. Upon recognizing the person, he frowns, “What are you doing here?”

“Isn’t it only natural for me to be here? It is my house and party, you know?” Ayato smiles at the purple-haired man, who only snickers. “What do you want, Kamisato?” Ayato frowns, feigning sadness, “How rude; I’m just here to say hello.”

The two continue their useless banter, unnoticing the change of their surroundings.

“Talking to you gives me war flashbacks; what if you leave us alone?” Scara snaps at the Kamisato, who only smirks. “Us? You’re alone here, though.”

Scara looks at him, confused, until he glances at the seat where [Name] was supposed to be. His eyes widen, and his face distorts into worry and anger; he glares at Ayato, who smiles, “You bastard, where are they?” Scara asks in a threatening tone. Ayato continues to smile at the angry gremlin, concealing that he’s sweating his palm off. ‘Fuck high school,’ He thinks.

“I’m sorry, I have no idea,” Ayato innocently answers. He really doesn’t know; his only role in this plan was to distract Scara so that they could kidnap you. Scara stands up, walking towards the half scared half amused Ayato; he places his hand on his shoulder. “Then, you have to help me find them,” Scara smiles, yet it doesn’t reach his eyes, “Or you don’t want the picture of you wearing a maid outfit to spread in all of Inazuma.”

Fuck my life, Ayato thinks.

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hanniejji · 2 years

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bottle of memories

[ father!diluc ragnvindr x child!reader ]

summary: diluc brings you a bottle of memories shared between him and your mother.

notes: a very late weinlesefest fic oof, and a rare fluffy phoenix scenario lmao | m.list

words: 1258 | warnings: unedited lol wrote this as work

"y/n?"

you teared your eyes away from your book, meeting diluc's eyes from the door to your room. gently, you set your quil aside.

"yes, dad?"

"are you," his voice trails off at the end, eyes not able to meet your confused gaze as he turns his head to look at the side.

this is so unlike him, you thought.

"is there something wrong?"

"are you busy today?"

"eh?" you quirk an eyebrow in confusion.

why is he asking me this when he's supposed to be the busy one between us? you pondered, watching him cough behind his hand out of bashfulness. i thought, as the winery, he's supposed to be busy at the weinlesefest?

wait, is this because of me?

your eyebrows pinched together in concern.

"i'm free for the rest of the day, dad," you push yourself up from your study table, approaching his form at the door, "is there something you want to tell me?"

"yes, i—" diluc pauses, releasing a deep sigh and shaking his head.

"seriously," you whined, irritated at the way he's drawing the conversation, "just tell me what it is. you're scaring me."

"apologies, it's nothing bad really," chuckling, diluc smiles at your annoyed look.

there's a weird sense of comfort that he gets whenever you express yourself without hesitating, like you used to a few years ago. a visible evidence of having fixed the misunderstandings between the two of you. you're not as reserved as you used to be. slowly, you started to act more like… yourself, in front of him.

and he couldn't ask for anything more better than your comfort.

"would you like to join me for the day?"

"what about the weinlesefest?" you quirk your head, "isn't the tavern going to be crowded with people for the whole week? not to mention—" a finger slightly scratched your chin in thought, "you're releasing a new mix specially made for the festival and you're opening a stall in springvale today."

diluc watches you ponder in amusement, "and?"

"what do you mean 'and'?" your hands rest on your waist in an act of sterness, before a loud gasp escapes you.

"what?"

"i cannot believe you're ditching your work!" you point an accusing finger at diluc, "you have piles of paper in your desk—no, don't deny it, i was the one who delivered those papers! and you're setting aside all of those!? who are you and what have you done to my dad!?"

diluc couldn't stop himself from grinning at the way you're scolding him, shaking his head at your accusations before sighing a little dramatic, feigning offense. times when you act like this really reminds him of your mother.

"i can't believe my own child is accusing me of inefficiency, have i not done well in my previous endeavors?"

"don't gaslight me!"

"anyways," he clears his throat—ignoring your offended gasp, "nevertheless, of course i would choose to spend some time with my only child over my work. those can wait," he gingerly pats your head, "i have something more important to show you."

your voice gets caught in your throat, unable to form a comeback to his words. you are still not used to your own dad prioritizing you over anything else—he always has, just not in a… proper way, for the lack of better words—thus always rendering you speechless when he makes it known. have you received such treatment when you were younger, maybe you could've said something witty in response. just anything to turn the table against your sometimes menace of a father. instead, you're left looking like a fish out of its tank before choosing to pout as your last defense.

"you win this time."

"i always do," he smiles smugly at your defeated glare before turning to exit, "well then, shall we go? you did say you were free, did you not?"

"okay okay!"

diluc fondly watches you go about your room, grumbling about the 'inconvenience' he had brought upon last minute. something that your mother used to do when she was still alive.

"ready, dear?"

you perk up, jacket thrown over your shoulders and standing alert—imitating that of a soldier.

"uh huh!"

you were, unfortunately, not as ready as you thought you were.

"this is…" your voice trailed off, confused eyes staring at the stone tablet in front of you, hands almost trembling when your head finally registered the name engraved into the stone.

here lies our beloved lady, wife, and mother.

lady ragnvindr.

you've never been to your mother's grave before.

the grass around it is properly trimmed, a few buds of dandelions growing behind the stone. reaching over to touch the engravings, the surface cold and smooth to the touch tells you that it's been taken care of very well. a paper bag was placed right beside the stone, someone's been here before you.

for reasons that are still not clear to you, your lips tremble and the back of your eyes starts stinging with the onslaught of tears.

"your mother used to dream of spending the weinlesefest together, just the three of us," diluc kneels beside your unmoving form, the smile on his face melancholic yet deep in his heart, he knows he has learned to accept the truth and the present. had he not done so, he wouldn't be able to gather the courage to take you to your mother's grave.

taking a deeper breath, he reaches for the paper bag right beside the stone and takes out its content—'it' being a bottle of unlabelled wine, the purple liquid inside sloshing as he passes the bottle to you.

wait, to you?

"what's this for?" you turn the bottle around in your hand. finding nothing written, you look up to diluc's soft eyes questioningly.

"you're mother and i made that in her second trimester," he chuckles at a memory, "she wanted to give you this despite my reasoning that you would be too young to drink it even if it's ready for consumption. alas," he sighs fondly, "she won the argument. as she always does," he turns to give you a teasing look, "you don't seem to inherit her victorious chain when it comes to arguments."

"rude," you huffed, sending him a glare before looking down at the bottle in your hand, "can i open it?"

"of course."

"can i… drink it?"

"dear, you're too young for that," he ruffles the top of your head affectionately, "maybe in a few more years, hm?"

"hmp, a shame," you uncapped the bottle, bringing the top to your nose and breathing in its strong scent. you scrunch your nose and backed away, "archons, that's old."

"it's as old as you are, dear."

"is it grapes and sunsettia?"

"indeed," he nods approvingly, "there's a few other fruits your mother had mixed in but it's mostly those two."

in a hushed voice, the two of you casually discussed the contents of the wine with diluc sharing your mother's thoughts on each fruit. it somehow felt comforting to spend time with your father in front of your mother's grave. it makes you feel as if you're spending time with her as well, the mental images of your mother that you've seen in pictures flashing in your head, imagining the sound of her voice and her gentle smile.

"can you tell me more about her?" resting against diluc's shoulder, you fiddle with the bottle's cap, staring right at your mother's name engraved on her grave.

diluc smiles at this, one arm over your shoulder.

"of course, my phoenix."

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astrowhump · 1 year

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Junior #4

flash back- a gloomy morning

TW: mentions of abuse, broken bones, blood, implied murder, stockholm syndrome, angst

[previous chapter]

“…are you okay?”

One harsh glance is enough to make Junior stammer.

“s-s-s-sorry m-m-as-ster-r…” his head droops down to avoid the angry gaze.

Alexander is in a gloomy mood today; he spent a good few minutes just staring out the kitchen window with an empty expression. Junior wrestled with himself for a while before he decided to speak up. It’s very unusual for Master to be grumpy so early in the day; he knows Alex is an early bird, religiously bound to his hour-long morning rituals. No, something special must be going on today.

Alexander is in no mood to be disturbed by the pesky pet; he considers gagging and locking him in the basement. But then he’d be bored out of his mind all day, he isn’t in the mood for that either. He weighs up his options. Finally, with an intentionally long sigh, he decides to open up. Afterall, why shouldn’t he? This boy will be dead and dumped in a landfill eventually.

“It’s my father’s death anniverssary today.”

Junior didn’t expect a soft tone out of that miffed face.

“Oh! I’m s-sorry m-master.” He gathers all his courage to put a reassuring hand on his master’s elbow. His right hand never lost the tremor even after his broken wrist healed.

Alex bursts into an unlooked-for fit of laughter, loud and terrifying. Junior immediately withdraws his hand, but his master doesn’t even notice, howling with laughter until he’s out of breath.

“Sorry? Oh no, little pet. Today is a jolly jolly day. It’s the anniverssary of the day I got rid of that good-for-nothing piece of garbage.”

He turns to face his boy and Junior’s eyes go wide. His master’s face has turned a bright shade of pink with how hard he’s smiling, like a child excited for a trip to Disneyland. It’s never good when Alex is excited.

“I think we should celebrate.”

Junior has a good guess what ‘celebrating’ translates into in his dictionary. He takes a step backwards, not really hoping to get away, but to delay the inevitable ‘celebration’ for as long as he can.

“You know he was the first person I ever took the life of. Well-deserved I’d say…”

Alex’s predator spirit is back, he backs the boy out of the kitchen step-by-step, into the living room.

“It was a beautiful sunny morning. I woke up to the sound of my mother screaming…that poor woman.” Something similar to sorrow takes over Alexander’s expression for an instant and disappears in the blink of an eye.

He keeps his eyes glued to Junior’s dilated pupils as he follows him, dragging out each step, fully certain that his boy has nowhere else to run to.

“I walked in on him beating my mother to shit right there in the living room, under our family photo…You could say my father wasn’t really a morning person.”

He pauses for a second, trying to recall everything in vivid detail.

“Do you know what I did, Junior?”

Junior only shakes his head no; internally scolding himself for asking, regretting every single choice he made today.

“Do you?” Alex shouts. His raspy voice, his creepy smile, how he slowly crouchs like a beast ready to hunt, and that hair-raising glint in his eyes; they all come together to force a stream of tears down his boy’s face.

“…n-n-no m-m-master…” he’s nearing the sofa, a dead end; he doesn’t want to know what happens when he runs out of room to get away.

“I grabbed the telephone…” he says as he reaches for the antique phone sitting uselessly on the coffee table. The back of junior’s knee hits the sofa.

The chase is over, here comes the pain.

“And I slammed it right into his disgusting head.” He swings the phone at the boy’s face and it lands right below his eye. Junior lets out a blood-curdling scream as he crashes to the ground.

“And I kept striking blow…” the phone hits the untouched side of Junior’s face and he feels his jaw crashing under the force.

“…after…” another hit to his broken cheekbone.

“…blow…” Junior hardly comprehends anymore; his vision starts going black, but not quite enough to stop the feeling of pain, just enough to make his eyes burn and his ears ring each time the handset bashes him in the face.

“…until his obnoxious fucking brain was all over the floor,” He says that with a prideful smile as he lands his final blow on the almost-unconscious bloodied mess on the floor. Junior yelps, not quite present enough to do much more, fractured skull sending wave after wave of pain through his nerves. He keeps his eyes shut, begs his brain to shut down and let go of this agonizing consciousness; but the ache keeps tapping on his window the second he starts drifting off, bringing him back to the present moment.

Alex’s smile slowly fades away as flashes from the past make him feel nostalgic. He places the blood-stained landline phone back in its place and collapses on the sofa right above where Junior lies sobbing.

The birds chirping ouside and the sunlight luminating the room is a delight to the captor and headache-inducing to his prisoner. It’s a beautiful day and blood is in the air, exactly as it was years ago.

“This just might be the best anniverssary I’ve spent so far. Stop ruining it with your annoying weeping.”

Junior doesn’t have an ounce of force in him to respond; he just lowers the volume of the whimpers to avoid getting on his master’s nerves.

“Come on now, Junior. It’s not that bad. Go clean yourself up.” He nudges at his side with his foot.

The boy tries, he puts all his energy into it but his brain is just too weak to order his limbs to move. He wants to sleep so bad. He rolls to his side and coughs out some of the blood that’s started pooling inside his mouth.

“Ah goddammit!” He stands and lifts the drowsy boy up by his arms, putting a firm hand behind his back to keep him still. Even though he’s obviously irritated, his touch is gentle.

“Man up, Junior.” It’s Alexander speaking, but those aren’t his words. Deep down, he’s just a cheap impersonation of his father.

He helps the boy toddle back to the kitchen and wash his face in the sink. The cool water helps soothe the constant burning in his jaw.

Junior’s head is still spinning. His fingers unclasp from the edge of the counter as his vision goes black. For just a second, he loses his balance; but to his dimay, he doesn’t crash to the floor, instead he lands on a warm chest and Alexander’s hands wrap around his shoulders. His tormentor holds him as he cries, lulling him into a sense of care, however false or temporary that might be.

“I’m sorry…sorry…” Junior whispers between his sobs as he sinks his face in his master’s shirt; too over-whelmed to know what he’s even sorry about.

“shhh it’s okay, sweetheart. You’re okay…” Alex cooes in his hair as he presses soft kisses to the crown of his head.

Basking in the peaceful moment, they remain still, enjoying the warmth of each other’s embrace, for as long as it lasts.

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stardustsides · 1 year

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i haven’t posted any writing in a while, so here’s a snippet from one of my wips, in which medium!virgil meets ghost!patton for the first time :))

He had been three years old, and had somehow managed to wriggle out of his mother’s line of sight and wander the graveyard out back, his beloved stuffed black cat clutched in his chubby fist. As he toddled over the uneven earth and roots, tripping occasionally, he noticed a man perched on the old wooden bench under the weeping willow.

The first thing that struck Virgil at the time was how sad the man seemed. Sadder than anyone he’d ever seen, he thought, even though he didn’t seem to be crying. This perplexed Virgil, because it was his understanding that sad people were supposed to cry. He watched for a moment as the man stared out at the copse of trees among the graves, letting out a sigh so full of despair that Virgil could feel his heart get heavier.

The second thing that he noticed was the man’s appearance. He was young, maybe thirty, with round cheeks and large eyes that drifted over the graveyard, lost in thought. He wore a well-loved gray cable knit sweater, fraying at the edges, and a round pair of wire-rimmed glasses perched on his nose. But what caught his attention was his alarming lack of color. It looked like someone had cut him out of an old photograph and pasted him on the bench. His skin was a worrying shade of grey that matched the clouds in the November sky.

The grey man’s gaze fell on Virgil, and he smiled a bit, if only to himself. Virgil was much bolder as a toddler than he was as a teenager, and he certainly didn’t want the man to be sad, and so he lifted up his small hand and waved.

“H’lo, Mid-ster!” He called over to the grey man, who startled so violently he nearly fell off the bench. He stared at Virgil, open-mouthed, and whipped his head around this way and that, making sure that there was nobody else around.

Perplexed by this reaction, Virgil decided to try a different tactic. He raised the small stuffed cat up high in the air. “D’is my kitty, Mittens!” He said, raising his little voice higher. “My mommy gave her to me.”

The grey man only seemed to grow more shocked. “Are—are you talking to me?” He asked haltingly. His voice was raspy, as though he had an awful cough. Virgil frowned.

“Ya!” He replied. “I’m Vir-gil.” This was how his mother had taught him to politely introduce himself to adults.

“You can—y-you can see me?” He asked, voice hitching up, clearly on the verge of tears. Virgil shifted uncomfortably. He didn’t like it when people cried.

“Ya,” he responded. Then: “Don’ cry. I’m sorry.”

The grey man got up and slowly, almost dreamlike, walked toward Virgil and knelt down to eye level. Up close, Virgil could see that his skin was see-through; the bench was still visible through his torso. His dark eyes were shiny with tears threatening to spill onto his freckled cheeks. “…a medium,” he whispered to himself. Virgil felt confused at the word, but was more concerned about the sad man. “…Virgil, you said your name was?”

“Yuh,” he said, holding Salem tighter. He vaguely remembered that his mother told him not to talk to strangers, but there was something comforting about the man, odd and otherworldly as he was.

“I’m Patton,” the man said, staring at Virgil in amazement. Then, all of a sudden, it was as though a switch had flicked on his head, his melancholic demeanor replaced by a more concrete concern. “How old are you? What are you doing out here alone?”

“T’wee,” Virgil responded with pride. “I live here.”

“Where are your parents?”

“My mommy’s inside makin’ lunch. I don’ have a daddy.”

Even as a toddler, Virgil could sense the shift that took place in Patton at those last words. The depressed glaze over his eyes was gone in a blink, and suddenly the ghost before him—though Virgil didn’t yet know he was one—seemed all the more alive.

“Oh,” he breathed, brown eyes suddenly sparkling. Virgil blinked. The man’s colors were still muted, but there were colors, now. His sweater was a faint baby blue, and his cheeks were rosy from the cold. “Okay, sweetheart. Well, you should get back to your mommy. I’ll take you to her, okay?”

“‘Kay,” Virgil responded, going to grab for his hand. His own passed right through it, like water. Virgil looked up, confused. “Are you real? Or ‘maginary?”

“I’m real,” Patton said, and Virgil believed him. “But I think only you can see me.”

“Oh,” Virgil said. And then: “Why?”

Patton paused, contemplating. “Because you’re a very special little boy, I think.”

Beaming with pride, Virgil toddled back to the old house with his stuffed cat and a ghost.

#idk why i decided to post this lol #i just wanted to post Something and this is my wip for spooky season #sanders sides #ts sides #my writing #patton sanders #virgil sanders #thomas sanders #medium virgil au #medium!virgil #ghost!patton #familial moxiety

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inactivewattpadauthor · 1 year

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Shinnok x Reader Lemon

The misty atmosphere of the Jinsei Chamber gave you chills when you entered it, making you shiver. Perhaps it was the confusion on why you've been summoned here by Lord Shinnok himself.

Of course, you were a servant of his, but of many. So why would he specifically request you?

Approaching the center where the jinsei essence nests, you saw the fallen higher being observing the life force of Earthrealm.

The sound of your footsteps alerted him since the arena was empty with somewhat creepy vibes. Nothing in which you couldn't handle considering who you work for.

"Y/n L/n, correct?" He checks for confirmation without looking up from the essence.

"Yes, my Lord. What is it you request me for?" Anxiety was stalking up your body after he spoke, but you managed to force a bow of respect.

"Come to me." He calmy ordered with a subtle hint of sterness in his voice.

Pushing off your anxiety momentarily, you cautiously walked over to him. Shinnok didn't answer your question, but now this raises another one

Why does he want me close to him?

You stopped by his side, awaiting for an explanation or possibly another command.

Maybe this was all about the jinsei, giving that he had never taken his eyes off of it ever since you arrived.

"Look." Shinnok gestured at the blue flowing liquid. Confused, you did as he said.

"Isn't it mesmerizing?" He asked, reflecting satisfaction. You observed the essence more, and he is correct. The jinsei was flowing like blood through arteries in the heart of Earthrealm. Too bad he has malicious intentions with it.

"It is, my Lord. But is this why I was called here?" You asked.

"No, my dear mortal," Shinnok finally arose his gaze. "Being a powerful god can be stressful sometimes and lonely.

You tilted his head at his statement. "Oh, so you want my company?"

"Indeed. However, my need is deeper than that." He cooed while looking in your eyes for once.

You thought about what he said, and your eyes widened from such a preposterous thought. "What do you mean, my Lord?!"

Well, Y/n, to be more direct, I want a beautiful woman like yourself to give me company. And there's a way for you to do that." He explains while getting very close to you.

"Wait, but I'm a mortal! Are we even allowed?" You backed up. Your face was very heated up from this situation.

"Of course we can. Argus was never punished for creating his pathetic son, Rain."

Very fair... Wait, what was he getting at?

"I- my Lord, I don't want a-" A bony finger was pressed against your lips.

"Shhhh. You won't. I promise there's nothing for you to be so overwhelmed about."

Then, the former Elder God kissed you. Right instantly, you kissed back, pushing off every other emotion.

Denying him would most likely get you killed, so you may as well enjoy it. Besides, you have a nice story to tell the girls after this. Your evening spent having sex with a god.

You felt his hand crawl up your shirt, and you reacted with a moan, which was muffled by your aggressive kiss.

Everything seemed to begin well on your behalf...

"Brother, our dear mother has asked for-"

The different voice that entered the chamber startled you to hell, as well as it did for Shinnok.

Looking towards the speaker, you saw the sister of the fallen god.

Shinnok retracted his hand quickly from your shirt, but it was already too late.

Cetrion, the goddess of virtue, stood there and silently processed the situation.

"My apologies." She said swiftly, turning and walking away. She said it with a saddened, disappointed tone, leaving you and Shinnok feel embarrassed.

Boy, did that ruin the mood. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Author note:

1. Look at the date ;)

2. Fun fact: This was a request from years ago that I did, but instead of rewriting it, why not turn into something funny?

3. I install Wattpad so I could do this but if I use the bold or italic text for one line, it changes the whole chapter. What the hell.

Catch y'all later tho💙

#mortal kombat 11 #mortal kombat imagines #mortal kombat #mortal kombat x reader #shinnok #cetrion #mk imagine #april fools #goddesswritings

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thatscarletflycatcher · 2 years

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If I had to cast North and South in 2023...

Look, I am still enamoured of my 1990s choices, but this post asked, and you know that sometimes I love a challenge, but not as much as torturing myself, so, wouldn't miss an opportunity to do both at the same time!

Let's go then:

Isa Briones as Margaret Hale

Margaret is the most described character in the novel. She's said to have large, soft, dark eyes, a big mouth, very dark straight hair, and a proud and defying air. Her figure is full but lithe, and she's also said to be tall.

Matthew Lewis as John Thornton

He's not as extraordinarily tall and bulky as Thornton is supposed to be, but I think he has the big lad energy with the child-like smile and the unremarkable face defined by the lines around the mouth that is so essential to the character from the book.

Hannah Rae as Edith Shaw-Lennox

Keeley Hawes as Mrs Shaw

I just think she deserves more fun mom-aunt roles, that's all. And we love to include Gaskell veterans (Wives and Daughters 1999)

Anthony Howell as Mr Hale

Mr Hale is a very difficult character to cast. He's a tall man, described more as beautiful than handsome, with large, dark, soft eyes like those of his daughter, and a general air of melancholy about him. I also, as I said, love casting Gaskell veterans in Gaskell stories (another Wives and Daughers 1999)

Anna Madeley as Mrs Hale

I thought of Anna Madeley and Keeley Hawes in terms of two women that can look like sisters, and one that can play a softer, more likely to be sick one.

Kaine Applegate as Frederick Hale

Perhaps not the sailoring beauty he should be, but I emphasized an attempt to a likeness between him and Mrs Hale, with the corresponding likeness between Mr Hale and Margaret.

Will Poulter as Henry Lennox

Yes, he does look a bit like 2004!Lennox, but he is about the age and he also has the sort of shrewd, calculating, not devastatingly handsome face the character is supposed to have.

Matthew Beard as captain Lennox

Not much to say here. Someone who could look like the prettier brother of Will Poulter.

Daisy Edgar-Jones as Bessie Higgins

I think this actress has the softness and the haunted look that can make of Bessie an affecting character rather than a Dickensian caricature.

Joseph Mawle as Nicholas Higgins

Look, I love Joseph Mawle, okay? And I think he can play both the desperate sadness and the dry pride.

Caroline O'Neill as Mrs Thornton

I picked her because having someone from Manchester is idea, but I also tried to bridge Fanny's proud beauty with the touch of worried care and sterness Mr Thornton and his mother share.

Lucy Fallon as Fanny Thornton

Jack Davenport as Mr Bell

Wait, wait, listen, it might sound weird and out of place, BUT, if you have seen this man do the sort of British stinging "am I joking or am I not" line delivery you know he can do it. Besides, I love Jack Davenport, and I need more Jack Davenport in period dramas. I said.

#North and South #Elizabeth Gaskell #long post

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icemde · 6 months

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@raiiryuu asked : 📼

📼 to see an early childhood memory of my muse’s

WHEN HE WOKE UP, THERE WERE TWO THINGS HE REALIZED. the first was hurt. everything hurts. the second was it was cold, so much colder than it was before... before what ?? he squeezed his eyes shut, the pain in his head starting to bloom tenfold.

❝ ...ey. .... ster, i .... starting to ...ke up.

THE VOICE WAS FOREIGN, ONE GRAY COULDN'T PLACE A FACE TO. slowly, he forced his eyes open, head retaliating in pain as he raised his vision up, only to come face to face with a head of black hair. blinking a few times, he attempted to force his eyes to come into focus.

❝mom... ??

THE LAUGH THAT GREETED HIS EARS WASN'T ONE HE KNEW EITHER. it was also much closer than the first voice, which set of some kind of alarm bell within his head. shifting again, he tried to focus on the source of the laugh and hair, only to feel a grip tighten around him. it was only in that moment did he realize he was being carried, wrapped in a jacket that was neither his or his parents.

❝ i wish i could say i am your mother, but i don't want to lie to you. don't worry, though, you're safe now.

THE WOMAN'S VOICE WAS MOTHERLY, BUT IT WASN'T HIS MOTHERS. questions filled gray's mind but the pain continued to drain his energy away. laying his head back against her shoulder, he felt a hand run up and down his back a few times before carding through his dirty and matted hair. a soft hum came from her as she turned her attention to the side, towards what gray could only assume was the source of the first voice he heard.

❝ it's going to be okay little one, you're safe now, and we'll take care of you.

#❄*:·. « asks. »#GUESS WHO STOLE THEIR BROTHERS LAPTOP TO WRITE #HAHAHAHA #anyways handing you guys this #lot of emotions about ur and lyon first finding gray #raiiryuu #❄*:·. « drabble. »

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unpleasant-ghoul · 7 months

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So, some time ago I shared the existing information about my Dovahkiin, Orngwyr, with another person for the first time ever. Turned out there was a lot of gaps, but the conversation went well, he wasn't called a Mary Sue, I was thanked for sharing, some gaps in his backstory were mended, and this post now will be a great big headcanon dump(ster fire). Let's begin!

(also, have a pic o' him. Helps to have an idea of who you're reading about, I think)

Note just in case: following information is not for role-playing/fic writing purposes, I don't do that (too anxious for RP, too knowingly untalented for writing). It's just because he's my precious Creepy Old Bastard and I wanna share.

To get some things out of the way: he is a Dunmer-Falmer hybrid, his mother was a result of a purely Falmer (MODERN, eyeless and rather savage) woman doing it with some unknown Dunmer man that may not have lived to tell the tale. And then she found her own Dunmeri mate, and that's how our hero happened.

He is old as fuck, but not as old as a Telvanni wizard.

He's good at stealth and archery, and is learning magic quickly and with great dedication.

And now onto the gaps in the story that were mended during the conversation:

For start, it is now a fact that his father, a wandering Dunmeri alchemist (that detail was pre-existing) sometimes came back to visit and was the one who taught him to speak as well as some other stuff (but not reading. No malice here! He just forgot. Orngwyr learned to read fine enough nearly completely on his own after moving to Morrowind, so no harm done)

That, in turn, indirectly fleshed out the relationship between his parents. Sure, they're still nameless, nearly faceless (like, his mom already had eyes but they were pretty much useless. She could see light, but that's about it. Otherwise looked cute for a Falmer, but still very much like, well, a Falmer. But that's all I know about her looks. And the father most likely had black hair and black eyes, because Orngwyr had to get that from somewhere! But that's all I know) figures in the background, but the "his father came to visit" gives us the clue that they were on good terms. He didn't fuck and run. She convinced others in the cave not to harm him and brought the kid for him to meet. He didn't run away after that and put some effort into being a father for his weird hybrid offspring, thus giving him as good a start in life, as someone born in a cave could have. See? As far as character backstories made by me go, that's quite a lot info about people who aren't THE character.

Also, Darkwater Pass is assumed (by me, as a result of googling and going through the wiki) as a likely birthplace, due to being, as it seems, closest Falmer-inhabited location to the Morrowind's border.

And now we get to the rest of the headcanons! Most of them existed for quite a while:

Here's a thing on the matter of Orngwyr and longevity. So, he's an old mer. Was a young adult by the events of Morrowind. I go with the idea of Dunmer living for about 3 centuries without extending their lifespan, since that's the result i got most often when googling, so it's like an elven equivalent of a spry-for-his-age 70 year old man getting dragged into the whole thing with dragons.

So! For most of his life Orngwyr didn't care about how long he'll get to live. Not getting killed today and hopefully tomorrow, too, was good enough for him. And before Alduin appeared, making his escape possible, he was sure this is when and how he'll die. He was pretty calm about it. He had a long and fairly okay by his standards life.

But after getting dragged into the whole thing. After learning some extra spells to prepare himself for what was ahead, getting into much more trouble than he's used to and surviving, even relatively unscathed, even with some loot to show for it! He realized that there's more to the world than he knew. Treasure troves of new knowledge, new experiences, and all kinds of interesting things that were previously untapped as he lacked the ability to handle whatever was on his way to them... And he'll need more time to see it all (and get some into his personal possession). A lot more time.

So, though not reflected in the way I play, you can bet he'll be looking into the ways to extend his life. Non-vampiric ways, because he checked the information on that first and realized that it's just no good: aside from other troubles, he barely sleeps, so losing the ability to walk in daytime unharmed would mean a whole lot more free time than he knows what to do with.

...

On the matter of "what the fuck was Orngwyr even doing between arriving to Morrowind as a young adult and being almost-executed in Skyrim as an old man":

honestly, not much of an idea. Avoided getting involved in anything dangerous, I assume. Learned things. Wandered around. Met Crassius Curio at some point, I like to believe.

Definitely didn't kill much: in self-defense when it couldn't be avoided, sure, but no killing on a whim, or bounty hunting, or anything like that - it would draw too much attention.

...

And since I mentioned free time:

no, he can't just use it to sleep. Orngwyr only actually sleeps in a normal way for a maximum of three hours at a time (reflected in-game by having Sunhelm's exhaustion rate at 0.3). Most of his energy comes from something a bit different: a shallow, dreamless, resting state in which he remains just aware enough of his surroundings, the sounds and smells of them, to wake up when something of interest happens.

Often he doesn't even close his eyes for that, staring unfocused at nothing in particular, which is hard for others to notice as his eyes are entirely black. Not that it matters: the moment someone talks to him or touches him, he'll be fully awake.

...

And another thing:

when Orngwyr absorbed that first dragon soul, the soul of Mirmulnir, he felt better. Younger, almost. He could run for a longer time. On his ascent to High Hrotgar his knees didn't start killing him until about half way up. (That's reflected in the way I play by not touching Health and Stamina stats until after Mirmulnir. Yep, everything before that point is done with mere basic 100 Health. That's a looot of deaths.)

No matter how many dragon souls he'll absorb, he, of course, won't be a young mer again. In fact, the effect does not appear to increase with additional souls all that much. But still, he is now faster, more agile than he had been in years... When the situation calls for it, of course. No need to show everyone that he's no longer the same decrepit old wreck* as before. Let them underestimate.

Some people know, though. I'm certain that Irileth, being present for the whole thing, noticed how Orngwyr briefly had more spring to his step walking away from Mirmulnir's now-skeletal remains... Before catching himself and going back to his previous slow, careful movement.

*Decrepit old wreck as he is/was, even before Mirmulnir, going in close combat with him is... Not the smartest thing you could do. At least if you do it with some small dagger and wearing only cloth, as out-of-magicka desperate necromancers tend to. He's lacking in stamina, sure, but he is not lacking in claws and savagery.

...

Scars:

Orngwyr has them, in quite a large amount. The most important ones are the one on his face (cliffracer. And that's how he learned that danger can come from above), and a huge steam-burn mark all over his back and arm from when he, still young, ventured into the Dwemer ruins. The burn and a strong desire to never do it again were the only "loot" he got from there, but at least he escaped alive. Of course, nearly two centuries later he had to, in fact, do it again, but he was much better prepared and not alone. In time he even learned to enjoy it.

...

And another old headcanon, that I had pretty much since Orngwyr's beginning as Orngwyr (for that wasn't always the case: when I've first tried Skyrim, I had a Dunmer named Raihe, whose appearance, narrow-faced, black-eyed, as pale as unmodded game allows, later served as the base for Orngwyr):

He treats nearly everything as things to collect. Information. Experiences. Skills. Inanimate objects. People.

It doesn't mean that he'd whisk someone away to some secret cave to never see the light of day again if he likes them. Being able to visit is enough. Well, that, and the person in question remaining in as good a condition, as when he found them, that is alive unless undead from the start, and not displeased enough with him to attack or avoid.

He'd do what they ask of him, at least to some extent. He'd observe what they like and what they don't and obscure the parts of his personality that may be too unpleasant. He'd refrain from thievery and, when possible, killing in the city/town where they live.

You may know him for years and never actually know him, because he deemed you won't be inclined to stay friendly if you learned more. But he'll know you. Not by stalking, merely by paying attention to what you say and what you do in his presence. And by having one hell of a sense of scent.

It's not exactly friendship, it's maintenance. Like keeping an old book safe from mold and insects. He doesn't feel much about his "collection" beyond being simply content with finding something or someone good and keeping that. But hey! He's still doing things for you and doesn't intend to cause you harm. Close enough, I'd say.

Traveling companions tend to get something closer to actual, normal friendship: less is hidden from them, since it would be too much trouble while on the road and pretty much constantly together, and they get much more reasons to tolerate what's revealed, as it's balanced out by Orngwyr doing his absolute best to keep them alive and not horribly maimed.

Of course, it being a collection of sorts, means Orngwyr is unlikely to have much interest in those similar enough to ones he already "has". Doesn't mean he'll be actively malicious to them. Just indifferent, and unlikely to help for free.

Most important thing about Orngwyr's way of thinking is that he is rather protective of anything he perceives as his, whether an object, a person, or the world itself. Yes, the world. He's living in it, you know. He's not done. It's the biggest, shiniest gem in his collection, and he haven't seen most of its facets yet. Touch it and you'll find that this old elf can do a lot more and a lot worse, than just shake his cane at you.

...

That part about Orngwyr not feeling much, though? Lemme clarify:

someone could be telling him their sad backstory and he'll just mentally file it away under "things that made this person interesting". And that's it. He won't be sad for them, might do something to comfort them if it seems to be the right course of action, but in his mind he's just like "oh. So that explains (insert some detail he noticed)". Sadness is not really something he feels.

But he is not emotionless. He can be genuinely angry. He can be happy. And he absolutely can be a snarky little shit for the fun of it, though he keeps it for the cases where he either knows the person he's talking to won't turn away from him for that, or when it's somebody whose opinion he doesn't give a skeever's ass about.

...

Still on the subject of feelings, let's address the matter of hugs, cuddles, and steamier stuff:

Though not exactly an affectionate guy, Orngwyr may... Not really cuddle, but lean against the person next to him. A subtler, and more terrifying due to who's doing it, version of how a cat would sometimes just flop against you.

When it comes to hugs, well, he'd hug someone in his "collection" if it feels like the thing to keep them a part of it longer. As for being hugged - he'd allow it. Won't be enthusiastic, but won't push you away, either.

And for the steamier side of physical contact: he fucks. Everything still functions down there and he is not without desire. But it's such a low priority to him, that he doesn't consider it until someone offers. So, in the rare event someone does, he spends a fraction of a second evaluating the person: does he know them to have a reason to kill him? COULD they kill him? Do they smell diseased? Do they seem to understand well enough who they're dealing with?, and the situation: is there time for it? Are they likely to get ambushed while distracted? And if he finds that the situation is right and the person in question doesn't seem to be dangerous to him, personally, and appears to realize what they're getting into, he's highly likely to agree. He's not picky about it aside from aforementioned parameters: men, women; mer, humans, beast races; he'd do a daedra if he's sure enough that it's safe (or that saying no might be worse).

And despite not caring enough to START anything, Orngwyr may very well prove to be rather enthusiastic, and sometimes unexpectedly dominant, in the process.

...

On a less serious note: Orngwyr and food.

He has a strong preference for raw fish. Raw meat's good too, but fresh, raw fish is, for the lack of a better definition, his comfort food. It feels right and, in his opinion, tastes great.

If he's eating cooked food (and he often does - can't chow down on something still bloody right in the middle of a city in broad daylight), he'd rather prefer it to be as plain as possible. No spices. Little salt. No salt's good too. Just give him some boiled meat with nothing added and he's happy.

Sweet rolls, taffies and all that are very far from his favorite thing. If he wants something sweet he'd much rather just have some honey, or an apple.

Mostly drinks plain water, but likes tea as well. Either doesn't drink alcohol at all, or only rarely and very watered down (which in game, due to watering it down not being an option, translates to not drinking it at all anyway).

He doesn't like bread much, but would eat it if hungry and without better options. Doesn't like milk and cheese, they just don't smell good to him, no matter how fresh.

Would pluck an insect out of the air and eat it. Not for the alchemical properties, just for the crunch.

When it comes to cannibalism, and it does come to cannibalism, as he is both a follower of Namira AND, beneath 200+ years worth of civilization, still very much a savage from a cave, Orngwyr wouldn't kill a person TO eat them. He'd kill first, for non-hunger reasons such as self defense or there being a bounty on that person's head, and then may sometimes decide that he's pretty hungry and the still-warm body in front of him is more appealing than whatever supplies he might have. Doesn't eat Dunmer and Falmer, not for "but it's too much cannibalism!" reason, he's just not fond of the taste. Dunmer taste a bit ashen, Falmer are unpleasantly bitter. He is most fond of Altmer, when it comes to the taste.

Also, he'd straight up eat a raw gourd. Not a cabbage, though, he doesn't enjoy the taste of those.

...

On the matter of senses and memory:

I believe I have already mentioned that Orngwyr has poor eyesight. Or maybe I didn't! Anyway, poor eyesight. He has it. Because Falmer blood.

He sees pretty clearly up to about an arm's length, maybe a bit more, and can read (book-typical size of font) at about two thirds that.

Beyond that is a blur, though, oddly enough, it doesn't get much blurrier with distance: he can still aim by sight from 30 meters away at a human, and he'd hit. Not a precise shot through the eye, or heart, or whatever else - it's a vaguely bipedal blob to him at such a distance, but he won't misjudge the target's size and position enough to miss it entirely. Larger beings are, of course, easier for him to aim at regardless of distance. Just ask Mirmulnir... Oh, wait. You can't. He's dead. Full of arrows.

His eyesight, poor as it is, doesn't work much worse in the dark, though he can't read in it.

That being said, he is much better at aiming by sound, like Falmer do. Hearing is one of his most important, strongest senses. Maybe even THE most important.

Scent and taste are both very important to him. Part of the reason why he barely (if at all) drinks is the burn of the alcohol. Orngwyr may be willing to abuse his taste buds with the vilest of ingredients for the sake of improving his alchemy skill, but scorching them for shits and giggles is where he draws the line. As for his sense of smell - he knows about Companions' little secret the moment he walks past Farkas and catches a bit of his scent.

He walked past Sam Guivenne, caught a whiff of him and was doubly disinterested in his offer: drinking? No, thanks. Drinking with someone who subtly, yet, for Orngwyr's keen nose, noticeably smells of Daedra? Hell no.

Back in Morrowind he avoided a lot of danger by sniffing it out before it got too close. On the subject of what he smelled in Morrowind - Orngwyr never got close enough to the Nerevarine to know what they looked like, but he'd recognize the scent if he caught it again. He encountered that often enough.

And finally we get to the touch. Orngwyr's hands are sensitive in the way of providing him with plenty of information, but not necessarily in any more exciting context. He most likely DID ask Paarthurnax for permission to touch his scales, because as far as he was knew at that moment, that was his only non-hostile dragon encounter and he wanted to get the most of it: memorize voice, scent AND feeling. I like to think that permission was granted.

Now, memory: his is good. Orngwyr memorizes things quickly. A fast learner. And it takes either a lot, and I mean A LOT of time for him to forget something, or some magical manipulation. Maybe a potion would work too, but he'd likely smell that something's wrong, and it's best to be far away when he realizes what, exactly, is: remember what I said about messing with his collection? Memories are a part of that too.

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On the matter of elemental resistance: Orngwyr's resistance to fire is just as good as that of a pure Dunmer.

As for frost - he tolerates non-magical cold well, really well: in just his cloth robes, boots and cloak, he was uncomfortably chill on his trip to High Hrotgar. But that's it - merely uncomfortably chill. Unpleasant, sure, but not dangerous.

When it comes to frost spells, or Shouts, though... He's average. They're just as deadly to him as to anyone else. Just as uncomfortable, too.

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And, since Shouts are mentioned, on the matter of voice and Voice:

Orngwyr is not a loud person. His normal, speaking voice is fairly inexpressive and rather quiet. Has sort of a "dry" sound to it, like chalk sticks breaking. He doesn't scream, even when in pain, he opts for a hiss. It's quite likely that, infanthood aside, he has NEVER screamed.

He doesn't sing and I'm not sure he even can, properly. If he tried it'd be more of an unintentionally ominous chanting.

One of the most surprising things to him about him turning out to be the Dragonborn was his newfound ability to be mountain-shakingly LOUD. That's an idea much more alien to him than the idea of making things happen by saying a word. Things happening? He's accustomed to it. It's just a kind of magic, he saw plenty, did some. Shouting? Now that's new.

He doesn't overuse actual Thu'um, but after some time he does learn to let a barest hint of it into normal speech when he wants to make his anger known without resorting to actual violence. It's subtle: walls aren't falling down, furniture isn't shaking, sparks aren't flying out of his mouth with breath. He just speaks normally, at a normal volume, and yet you feel it in your bones.

As far as non-speech vocalizations go, you're unlikely to hear him, say, humming, but quiet, odd clicking/rattling noises that barely sound like something a humanoid being could produce? Yeah, expect those.

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Also, voice brings us to the mouth, mouth brings us to the teeth.

Orngwyr's teeth aren't needle-like as Falmer have, but they're a bit narrower and longer than typical, with just a bit of tapering near the tips. Not particularly straight, and rather yellowish, but in good condition. He keeps them clean, doesn't have bad breath unless things were too hectic for proper hygiene.

If things come to that he WILL bite, and he can do some damage with that.

After gaining Mora's Agony during the events of Dragonborn, Orngwyr had to drop the habit of licking his finger before turning pages: as the power's side-effect, his saliva permanently gained a slight blackish tint, and staining books like that is simply unacceptable.

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And hey! We're talking body parts, so how about some hands while we're at it? And body, too.

Orngwyr's hands are somewhat longer-fingered than normal. Not to a freakish extent, but it's there. Clawed, too. (claws are supposed to not be so BLATANTLY claws, should be almost passing for long nails, but I'm not a modder myself so I had to settle for what's made by others. And there's not exactly an abundance of claw/nail mods for male characters)

His proportions in general are slightly "off" - overly long limbs, a bit too thin, even for his already quite slender build. Long-ish neck, too. In his youth it looked rather nice. Now he's just plain scary.

He is tall, too: almost on par with Nords (1.02 in RaceMenu, male nords are 1.03). Supposed to slouch a bit, but, of course, that's not reflected in game.

Here's screenshots! And you can see his scars here, too (merged into one pic because otherwise quality goes to shit):

I like to think that he uses Illusions (and a bit of ash) to cover up his unusual appearance when necessary, since otherwise everyone in Skyrim (Hell, in Tamriel!) is an idiot for failing to realize that thievery and, later, murders tend to happen after the arrival of an elf with very, very memorable looks that don't match not just any person in the city/town/whatever, but any single species.

#skyrim #*stupid ghoul noises*#*happy ghoul noises*#headcanon

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signs-of-the-moon · 2 years

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Moon High: Chapter 4

"Why do we have to go play outside?" Skunkkit whined as Sweetclaw herded the kittens out of the nursery the next day.

"Grown-up business, little chipmunk. It does not concern you," the cream colored queen responded. "Now you all behave yourselves. Elmfoot and Silverhawk will be keeping an eye on you."

"Yes, Sweetclaw," murmured some of the kits in reply, Moonkit included. The Den Mother gave one satisfied nod, turning tail and padding over to Tigerkit. She touched her nose to the little tabby's shoulder, prompting her to follow. Then Sweetclaw did the same with Rainkit. What could the queen need with Moonkit's best friend and sister? Moonkit watched the three she-cats curiously as they padded back under the familiar tree roots that made up their den. Were they in trouble? Moonkit's thoughts drifted back to the day before when they'd all gone into the forest to hunt. I can't let them get into trouble for that! She thought. Moonkit's head swung around to search the clearing.

By the entrance to the elder's den, she saw Elmfoot sunbathing. The old tom laid with his legs tucked beneath him, head raised slightly to soak in the warm golden rays. Many moons ago the tabby had been Treeclan's Den Mother. When he was in charge, he'd been notorious for keeping a close eye on the kit-resistance of his den. But now in his retirement, the tom was more inclined to let curious kits wander than to worry about keeping them all in line. Sneaking out of his sight would be easy. Getting away from the other kitsitter however, might not be as simple.

In a dry spot by the base of the Great Stump, Moonkit noticed Silverhawk. The silver and black striped tabby was sharing tongues with Violetshade, her eldest kit. Though she looked around to watch the kits as they played, the queen seemed distracted enough. If she was careful, Moonkit would be able to creep away without raising any alarms.

Stealthily, the little silver and white kitten stalked over to the nursery. She crawled between two intertwining roots where she could easily listen in to any conversations, yet stay out of sight. Every now and then she glanced over her shoulder, checking to make sure her sitters would not find out what she was doing. Otherwise, a majority of her focus remained on the inside of the nursery.

It seemed a meeting had been called. Moonkit strained her ears to listen to all the voices she could pick up on. She racked her brain to figure out who they all belonged to. It was easy to recognize the voice of her mother, Brightsky, when she spoke. Her sweet mew was distinguishable from any other in the whole clan. She sounded concerned, probably speaking between licks given to Rainkit.

"Must we really punish them?" The queen fretted.

"Yes, Brightsky." That was Thornberry's mew. Thornberry was the clan's deputy. He was a nice enough tom, really sweet and very goofy at times, but he knew when to get serious. He sure sounded like he was right now, his tone deepened with fatherly sterness. "Kits who go unpunished are bound to repeat their mistakes again. They need to be reprimanded. They've broken the Warrior Code."

"'Broken the Warrior Code,' my tail," mocked Speckleface, Tigerkit's mother. "The Warrior Code says nothing about kits wandering from camp."

"It does say prey must be hunted only to be eaten. Those kits were out there hunting to better hone their skills."

"Not to mention," chimed in the voice of Cardinaltail, the Code Keeper, "there is an unofficial rule that says kits are not to leave camp, unless with a warrior."

"That's all a bunch of fox dung," Speckleface cursed.

"Yeah!" Tigerkit jumped in. "We weren't going out to hone our skills. We went hunting to bring food home for the clan. We're not mouse-brains!"

"Hush," hissed Speckleface. "Regardless," Moonkit heard Blazestar's voice join the conversation now, "these kits should face the consequences of their actions. They could have died yesterday. A majority of our kits could have. That isn't something that can be excused with an apology."

"Blazestar is right, I'm afraid," Sweetclaw sighed. Her defeated tone made Moonkit bristle with ire. She couldn't let her loved ones be punished for trying to do the right thing. Bravely, the little silver and white kit charged into the nursery, determined to vouch for Rainkit and Tigerkit's innocence.

"Wait!" She called, skidding to a halt in the center of the den. The adult cats all looked at her, varying degree of quizzical and annoyed expressions on their faces. "You can't punish Rainkit and Tigerkit! They didn't do anything wrong!"

"Moonkit," Brightsky began to scold, "you know better than to stick your nose into matters that don't concern you. You shouldn't even be here. Go back outside and play with the others."

"No! I'm not going until you all listen to me," Moonkit protested defiantly. "Rainkit and Tigerkit were thinking about the clan when they led us all out of camp. The fresh-kill pile was barren. Rainkit thought that if we went out and looked in the places the warriors couldn't, we could bring home enough prey for every cat. She's the one who tracked most of the animals we found. And Tigerkit helped to organize everyone. She kept us all together, gave us orders, and reassured us when we wandered to far. She was bravest kit of all of us!"

"Is that bravery?" Blazestar challenged, anger burning in his orange eyes. The temper he tried to hide within betrayed him. "Or ignorance?"

Moonkit shrank under the leader's gaze. No wonder why the tom had been named Blazefang in his warriorhood. The tom had a bite that seemed to sting like fire. And an attitude that blazed bright within him. Moonkit was certainly intimidated, but at the same time could not help feeling a great amount of respect for the ginger tom.

"Since you are so eager to defend such a foolish plan, perhaps you should be punished alongside your little friends. We don't want you following in their pawsteps after all," the leader threatened.

"Now hang on a heartbeat, Blazestar. That decision isn't yours to make," Sweetclaw interrupted. She stepped in front of Moonkit defensively, wrapping her fluffy tail around her. "I am the Den Mother here. Kit punishments are mine to handle. You're simply here to bare witness to my decisions. I say Moonkit has done nothing wrong. We are to send her on her way and finish our business with the other kits."

Blazestar glared at the Den Mother for another tense few heartbeats. "...Fine. Get her out of here, now," he growled, pointing his muzzle towards the exit. Brightsky gave Moonkit a lick on the head before Sweetclaw grabbed her by the scruff, carrying her back outside. She dropped the little kit off with Elmfoot, instructing her predecessor to keep a very close eye on the kit. Elmfoot agreed, wrapping his paws around Moonkit as Sweetclaw turned and retreated back into the nursery. Moonkit let out a deep sigh. Well, I did my best. At least Rainkit and Tigerkit can't say that I didn't do anything to help them.

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Brightsky came to collect Moonkit when the sun had finally set. By then, the little silver and white kitten was too tired to walk on her own. She'd spent the rest of the day entertaining the elders while Rainkit, Tigerkit, and the others spent most of their time playing. After thanking the old warriors for their hospitality, Brightsky gently picked her kit up, taking her to back to their den.

Moonkit wiggled, bringing herself closer to Brightsky's belly as they got settled into their nest. She breathed in her mother's milky scent, feeling her body relax. The comfort of her family surrounding her was enough to coax the fluffy kitten into a gentle slumber.

But by the middle of the night, Moonkit became restless. A sense of foreboding had settled upon her and she couldn't understand why. Out of habit, she sat up and looked at the dozing cats which neighbored her. To her left, Rainkit slept clumsily half outside and half inside the nest. A strange panting sound could be heard hovering just above her head. The white and gray patched kit lazily opened her eyes to see what was causing the ruckus. Moonkit followed her sister's gaze, silently gasping as she noticed the huge shape lingering in the dark over them. The she-kits were met with freakish amber eyes. Red and white fur glowed in the light of the moon, entering through a hole the creature must have slipped through. A set of sharp teeth flashed them as the intruder licked its lips, warning the littermates of the danger they were in. A fox!

Rainkit let out a terrified shriek. She tried to scramble to her paws, which sent the creature into a frenzy. It yowled and sank its razor sharp teeth into her flesh, dragging her from her nest. It shook Rainkit wildly, splattering kit blood everywhere. Moonkit jumped out of the way; but not before being painted with the crimson remains of her sister. She pressed herself against Brightsky's belly protectively, fluffing up her fur. Instinctively her claws slid out, preparing for a fight.

The yowl had woken every kit and queen in the nursery. They all jumped back to stare in horror at the giant fox with blood dripping from its jaw. It dropped the shredded corpse of Rainkit instantly, its gaze sweeping over the startled residence of the nursery. For a heartbeat it looked frightened. Had it not realized how many grown cats lived within this tree?

"Rainkit!" wailed a tiny voice. Sparrowkit, one of Tigerkit's brothers, bolted out of his nest and straight towards the torn up carcass of the little gray patched kitten.

"No!" Smokekit yowled, rushing away from Magpiekit to stop the other tom. But it was too late. In a flash, the fox whipped around with a hungry howl, lunging for Sparrowkit and pinning the fluffy tabby to the floor. Its reeled back a paw and smacked Smokekit aside, tearing one of his ears in the process. Smokekit scrambled out of striking range, avoiding another blow from the dastardly creature as it swung again; this time tearing open Sparrowkit's belly. It only took a few heartbeats for it all to happen, yet the disaster felt like it lasted seasons to one as young as Moonkit.

"Our kits! It's going to kill all of our kits!" Brightsky cried out, reaching for Smokekit to herd him back to her belly.

Speckleface, Silverhawk, Leafheart, and Sweetclaw let out vicious yowls, launching themselves at the intruding fox. Mapleshine picked up the badly injured Sparrowkit delicately, bringing him to the medicine den when given chance. Meanwhile, Brightsky gathered the remaining kits and led them to the outside of the dirtplace; the farthest point from the nursery they could get without leaving camp. She counted everyone, making sure no other kits had been lost to the vile red creature. Then she allowed herself to break down, collapsing to the floor in a fit of sobs. She grabbed Smokekit and held him close to herself, licking his injured ear between her cries.

Moonkit sat amongst her peers staring back at the den from once they'd fled. She was just as shaken as the rest. She felt overwhelmed. She could hardly process what was going on. But she wasn't afraid; just curious to know what was happening in the nursery now. Tigerkit had settled by her side at this point, giving her a few licks on the cheek to help her settle. Moonkit was grateful for her best friend's presence but she was too preoccupation to return the gesture. Out of the corner of her eye, Moonkit swore she spotted a cat sneaking away from the blackthorns to climb up into the warriors den. It was as if whoever it was did not want to be detected. Or perhaps they were rushing to the den to warn the other warriors of what was going on.

Curiosity got the better of the little silver and white kitten, bringing her to sneak away from Tigerkit's side and back to the nursery. The moonlight behind Moonkit illuminated the inside of the den from this angle. Inside, she watched as the four remaining queens fought off the unruly creature.

"How dare you intrude on a clan of warriors!" Sweetclaw yowled, jumping onto the fox's back. With her powerful limbs she was able to force it onto the ground. Leafheart joined in to push the creature onto its side, clawing at its flank furiously. The fox shrieked and twisted in response, trying to avoid her blows. Speckleface was striking the fox's head, aiming to slit its throat. But the fox managed to shake the attacking queens off, jumping back onto its feet as if it hadn't been injured at all. Speckleface hissed, launching herself at it from the front once more, meeting its open jaws with her unsheathed claws. She scratched at its face and eyes wildly, receiving hard, skin breaking bites in return to her limbs, neck, and head. She yowled, backing away as it drove its teeth deep into her shoulder close to her neck. In retaliation, Sweetclaw threw herself onto the beast once more, and was easily tossed aside because of her growing exhaustion. Though she was the Den Mother, Sweetclaw was getting up there in the years. Her bones were more brittle now and she was very close to retiring. Despite her age, she was never one to back down, though it wasn't often she had to deal with serious threats like predators attacking the nursery. The fox lunged, landing on top of her, tearing at her delicate belly. Sweetclaw cried out in pain as she tried to fight off the demon creature without luck, before eventually falling silent. Just then, warriors: Wolfheart, Greytuft, Spruceleap, Robinspots, and Blazestar all came barreling towards the nursery to help. Moonkit jumped aside, allowing them entrance before returning to her post.

Blazestar was the first warrior to strike, swearing vengeance on the fox for the murder of his dear friend, Sweetclaw. The fox snarled, turning on the leader and slicing open his neck with ease. Then it whipped back around, placing its focus onto the other cats. Moonkit gasped, watching the mighty tom fall. He was gurgling on his own blood, going limp only heartbeats after. He's dead! Moonkit's mind screamed in woe. But a moment later, she saw thn ginger tom twitch. He took one heavy gasp for air as he sat up, looking from the den entrance to his warriors, who'd taken over the battle in his temporary absence. Oh, he lost a life! Thank Starclan he still has some to spare, Moonkit breathed a sigh of relief. With the leader returned, the eight grown cats finally managed to defeat the dastardly fox once and for all.

By this point, the whole clan had been woken up by the noise. They all stared at the nursery, their eyes glowing green and yellow in the darkness. Their fear scent clouded the air around camp as the conquering heroes emerged.

Each cat was exhausted; drenched in the blood of the fox and their fellow warriors. Leafheart leaned against Blazestar, limping, her one leg bleeding badly. Speckleface had to have the help of Spruceleap and Robinspots just to stand up, yet alone walk. She was very weak and the damage on her was probably the most severe out of the survivors. Tigerkit ran over to be with her mother, picking up her tail tip in her jaws to keep it from dragging in the dust. Silverhawk carried Sweetclaw's limp body out slowly, sadness welling in her soft yellow eyes. A blood trail was left behind her as the dead queen's body was dragged across the leaf-litter hollow of camp. Finally, Greytuft and Wolfheart pulled the body of the intruding fox out, throwing it unceremoniously out into the clearing. The witnessing clanmates let out gasps of surprise and shock, hissing at the fox's carcass. Brightsky tried her best to block the kits' view, but most of them saw everything. Magpiekit let out a shrill cry, laying down to cover her face with her paws. Flamekit and Blackkit crowded around her, shielding one another from the horrific sight while Tigerkit sat by her mother's side.

Mothsong, the clan medicine cat, charged out of her den with a bundle of herbs in her jaws. She immediately began to work on the injured, trying her best to help them all. Berrykit, Tigerkit's youngest brother, padded over to watch the calico she-cat work. Mothsong worked especially hard on Speckleface who was now laying on the ground. Her eyes were closed and her breathing was shallow and rapid. The wound on her shoulder which was so close to her neck continued to gush blood, even through the moss-cobweb mixture that dressed it. Her other injuries didn't look any better.

Berrykit did his best to assist the medicine cat, cleaning Speckleface's less bloody wounds. Tigerkit sat by his side to help, head bent as if praying silently to Starclan for their mother's recovery. Moonkit raced over to provide her friend comfort.

"She's lost far too much blood and is fading fast," Mothsong announced with grief. "There's nothing to be done that can save her. She's bound for the Twilight Passage now. But the least I can do is try to make her comfortable as she moves on to the next relm." The pretty calico pushed a couple poppy seeds into Speckleface's mouth to help ease her pain. Speckleface barely opened one of her eyes to look at her medicine cat with pain, but gratitude, then turned her weak gaze onto her kits.

"What about Sparrowkit? How is he?" asked Robinspots as he walked up to lay next to his dying mate, worry seeping in his sorrowful voice. Mothsong shook her head slowly and Robinspots lowered his ears.

"I will bring him to Speckleface so they can travel to Starclan together," she offered, fetching the dying kit to put him at his mother's side. The clan gathered around the bodies of their fallen clanmates, placed lovingly in the center of camp, while some went to discard the fox out in the dirtplace. Together, they watched the lives of Speckleface and Sparrowkit slip away into the night, their spirits becoming one with the stars.

#warrior cats #wcs #warrior cats ocs #wcs ocs #signs of the moon: moon high #signs of the moon #moon high #chapter 4 #moon pov

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punchitime · 2 years

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Random small facts about my OCS that will probably never be brought up again (unless someone asks about them) -

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Sterling has tics, they're not from tourettes but Ster does have them. They're not sure what they're from but it doesn't happen often enough to really get in the way of something. They're mostly just physical and are small, small enough for Sterling to be able to play them off as stretching, just shivering, or trying to crack their neck. The vocal (which there isn't many of) ones are harder to cover up.

Main ways to "summon" the tics is to talk about tics, Ster thinking about them, or seeing someone else tic. Sterling is just so used to hiding them so by habit they do.

Atlas on the other hand stims a lot, far more often than Sterling anyways. He doesn't bother to hide them (only time he really does is in a boxing match) and does them normally. Most are with his hands/arms

(In the punch out universe, i did not make this irl) Absolutely Ster and Atlas made a TikTok and/or YouTube channel just about daily things for them or just them trying challenges/games for fun. If it's an online game Finn has "guest starred" on more than one occasion

Atlas both wants a tattoo but is silently terrified of needles. And has Thalassophobia (fear of the ocean/deep, open water) and refuses to go out to open water on any kind of small boat

Sterling is actually scared of heights (like high high up heights. If someone picks them up and they're fine even if it's Soda they'll be ok, I mean like "I can probably be VERY injured if I fall" kind of level of height) but they've been acting so "fearless" their whole life for people around them that they just don't let it show much. But… the fear is clear to see if you watch their eyes and breathing specifically.

Finn has Taphophobia (fear of being buried alive), she isn't sure why she has it but she's terrified of the thought.

Atlas falls in love very easily, though will on rare occasions do something about it and at least try to shoot his shot

Finn doesn't as easily but she has had crushes here and there, hit or miss if she does anything about it. Usually keeps quiet about them just in case Aran hears about it (you can't tell me he wouldn't poke some fun at that)

Sterling rarely falls and has FAR less than both Finn and Atlas, but when they do they fall HARD. They're also a silent/"secret" hopeless romantic, though keeps that all to themself

Sterling associates people they know with different songs. Why? They don't know, it's just something they've been doing since they were a kid. Only thing is that they have to know them very well before mentally deciding "their song"

Sterling is a contortionist, and so is their mother (who taught her how to do so). Sometimes Sterling forgets that fact and kinda bends unnaturally to see who called for them.

Most common being someone yelling for Sterling while behind them and they just casually bend completely backwards… usually scares tf out of people by accident (and Ster usually has to reassure them that they're fine and it's normal for them).

All of the trio has so many out of complete context videos of (tbh mainly Sterling) each other doing stupid shit

Absolutely some are videos of Sterling in the boxing ring singing and just someone's scream in the background echoing, making Sterling stop for a few seconds before laughing and stopping the video.

Speaking of which… Atlas and Finn absolutely know the "ghost in the boxing ring" rumor is Sterling, but stays quiet about it because they know Sterling just wants to see how long until someone else realizes it's just Sterling and not an actual ghost.

Sterling actually helps Atlas train by being a appointment. Truth is... is that they sometimes do win the training rounds. Surprise surprise the cameraman DOES know how to box.

#punch out oc #sterling auclair #atlas auclair #finn ryan #💀 speaks #💀 back on their bs

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casspurrjoybell-30 · 8 months

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Howling Love - Chapter 20

*Warning Adult Content*

Camryn Summer

[Here we go again. I kinda wanna be more than friends] My beautiful, intelligent mate, strong, brave, quirky, sassy...

I could keep going but I needed him to stop car dancing to the song that we both loved as I was driving us toward Higgin Peak.

It was where we would find the next ingredient needed to help his dad heal and get him to wake up so we could celebrate Amille and my mating, it was disheartening not just for my mate but for me as well not having him there.

Calvin was the best dad I knew, it was true that I hadn't known him for a long time but the time I had known him, he was a ray of sunshine, he was kind, stern like a father, gentle and soothing like a mother, he was a balance, something rare in wolves but like my mate, he was unique.

I could understand why my father still loved him.

I don't know how their relationship would affect all our lives, even after this, I knew things wouldn't be the same, in my family that is.

I was determined to catch whoever did this to Calvin but a feeling that kept irking me inside told me the person was closer than I thought, which might be true, yet I couldn't focus on that now.

I needed to focus on getting my mate through this safely so we could get what we needed and head back home to heal his dad. I was still mind blown to know about a big part of my mate I hadn't gotten to know yet, he fascinated me, kept me on my toes, yet that's how exactly I wanted it.

Amille centred me, gave me a perspective beyond myself, I was in love with him, I truly was and I knew from here on out, I would always love him, he was my Moon Goddess given mate but I had loved him before he was that.

So I smiled as the song finally ended and I squeezed his hand gaining his attention.

"We need to get to the mountain before nightfall, I've been here before with my dad, it's about thirty minutes hard trek, so if we leave now, we can come back in time to get to the lodge, rest and by day break tomorrow we get the last two ingredients." I explained and he smiled.

[Thank you for doing this with me Camryn, I don't know what I would've done without you] he replied in his language and I leaned over to hug him, then place a kiss on his forehead, you could say I was waiting for that epic moment when he finally kissed me and besides we had more pressing issues to get handled.

"For you, anything, now come on," I asserted after breaking apart from our hug.

[I'm glad you took my advice on letting us continue tomorrow rather than continue in the night, the woods are creepy] he stated with a naughty smile and I narrowed my eyes on him.

"Your advice huh, I seem to recall you're the one who wanted to travel at night, and the woods are my home." I retorted and he snorted to my statement.

[Then you're creepy] he added and I held my hand to my chest, with my jaw dropped.

"Rude, Choco-moose and aren't you the one mated to the creep-ster then, one would say you're the creepy one, wanting to get it on with a woodland predator." I shot back and his jaw dropped.

[How dare you] he didn't physically say it yet I could tell even with signs as he ran forward and leapt onto my back trying to throw a fit which I only saw as cute.

"You know this massage you're giving me would be much more pleasant if you went lower and a tad bit faster," I suggested wiggling my eyebrows, he blushed then turned to hiding in the crook of my neck, it was adorably how I could easily do that to him.

[I hate you] he grumbled silently trying to get off my back but I smacked him, as I held him up by his bubbly butt earning more colour on his cheeks.

"Hold on choco-swirl," I mumbled and he wound his arms around my neck, holding on a little tighter as I took off in a burst of speed, sprinting fast, over logs and the low hanging shrubs, it didn't take long to get to our destination and little energy from me since I needed a release anyway, nightfall would come soon.

I needed my mate safe as I promised to keep him safe.

"So what exactly is mountain ash?" I asked my curly headed mate after putting him down.

[You see that misty cloud above, it mixes with the natural rock up there, humidity and mother nature eroding the outer layer and over time it's further erodes until it mixes with other elements which make up the rock, to create a dusty ash but because the composition is unlike the soil we are standing on, mountain ash is rich in elements because of it's source and that's why it's used in many herbal solutions, one of those being a binding agent] he explained in what I knew was a broken down version so I could understand better.

"Okay, seems I need to keep to cars and you be a nerdy genius," I teased and he smacked my bicep, then turning away from me noise pointed high to seem as if he's mad at me.

"Come here," I growled lightly, he squirmed but at this point he knew it was useless.

I tickled him with my now five o'clock shadow, then went on to rain kisses on the back of his neck which did the trick in making him laugh.

[Would you put me down] he signed yet even as he didn't say it.

I could place the whine, I tickled him one last time before placing him back next to me, grabbed the containers and walked up the slope to begin my climb of the actual mountain since we were a distance away at the base.

[Be careful] I heard him use his phone to call out and I held up... a thumbs up then proceeded to climb.

I was grateful for the rock climbing lessons Kendra had forced on me, now they had come in handy as I made short work of climbing up the mountain until the air was thin and my mate was now almost a speck down on the ground.

I knew I found what I was looking for when I spotted glistening mountain dust by the mountain side, quickly collected a lot of it since Amille could possibly need more to use after this, three large containment valves later I was done, taking in the view, it was breathtaking as the sun was setting, it also made my internal alarm go off.

I needed to get down before my mate started to worry, after all we were in the wild area, despite no rogues prowling this far into the wild, it didn't mean other animals didn't, such as the coyote that howled in the far distance, it gave me the motivation to get down even quickly.

It took almost an hour climbing up and down the mountain.

I wondered what my mate had done to pass the time, damn that sounded good to say, no wonder why it kept ringing in my head, Amille Laurent, was my mate, as I got closer I couldn't see him by the spot I left him which set in a panic, causing me to rush down even more, and the closer I got to the base.

I searched for his scent, he was closer than my mind had raced to think.

I finally caught sight of him by a tree, gathering herbs, I couldn't tell what they were but I knew he did.

"Hey short-stack, miss your man?" I called out and he whipped around with the brightest smile ever, despite having occupied himself with what he was doing, I knew he would've been worried about me.

[Hey, you're back, I was so worried] he stated crashing into me, I hugged him back with a chuckle.

"I would never leave the brains in this relationship, after all I need you to lead me on, I've got sparkplugs missing." I comforted and joked making him laugh.

[Idiot] I heard his phone call out.

"Your idiot creeper," I corrected as we both laughed again.

"Come on, let's get back, rest a bit, it's been a long day," I suggested as he nodded and we trekked back to the car, the tasks were getting harder, acquiring what we needed was still a priority despite it being hard.

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Neutralised Bios: Dr No (1994)

Mortimer & Co's Coroner Doctor Noam 'Dr. No' Gold

The Coroner for Mortimer & Co, and a man who often thinks of death Dr Noam Gold, aka Dr No.

"Do you believe in life after death, Meg?"

Name

Full Legal Name: Noam Dexter Gold

First Name: Noam

Meaning: Means 'Pleasantness' in Hebrew.

Pronunciation: NO-am / NOM

Origin: Hebrew, French

Middle Name: Dexter

Meaning: From an occupational surname meaning 'One who dyes' in Old English. It also coincides with the Latin word 'Dexter' meaning 'Right-handed, Skilled'.

Pronunciation: DEHK-ster

Origin: English

Surname: Gold

Meaning: From Old English and Old High German 'Gold' meaning 'Gold'

Pronunciation: GOLD

Origin: English, German, Jewish

Titles: Mr, Doctor / Dr

Goes By: Doctor Gold, Dr. No

Characteristics

Age: 34

Gender: Male. He/Him Pronouns

Race: Human

Nationality: American Citizen. Born in Canada

Ethnicity: White (Ashkenazi Jewish)

Birth Date: 12th January 1960

Sexuality: Straight

Religion: Jewish

Native Language: English

Known Languages: English, Hebrew, German, (Some) Latin

Relationship Status: Single

Astrological Sign: Capricorn

Played By: Oliver Platt

Appearance

Height: 6'3" / 192 cm

Eye Colour: Brown

Hair Colour: Black

Hair Dye: None

Body Hair: Hairy

Facial Hair: Usual Clean Shaven

Tattoos: (As of Jan 1994) None

Piercings: None

Scars: None

Health and Fitness

Allergies: Lactose

Alcoholic, Smoker, Drug User: Social Drinker, Smokes When Stressed

Illnesses/Disorders: Possible OCD

Medications: None

Any Specific Diet: Dairy-Free (As much as he possibly can)

Relationships

Affiliated Groups: Mortimer & Co. Mortuary Services (Employee)

Friends: Mona, Meg, Sully, Yancy

Significant Other: None

Parents: Teman Gold (60, Father), Adah Gold (60, Mother, Née Feigenbaum)

Parents-In-Law: None

Siblings: Ezra Gold (31, Brother)

Siblings-In-Law: None

Nieces & Nephews: None

Children: None

Extras

Level of Education: PhD in Forensic Science, Doctor of Medicine, Bachelor's in Criminology

Occupation: Coroner

Employer: Mortimer & Co. Mortuary Services

Biography: Quiet and withdrawn, Noam lets his brother care for their parents while Noam keeps himself to himself in the comfort of his morgue.

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The dragon and her knight ch9

After the funeral Nova puked,although not because of seeing her god daughter's life less body,no it was something else.

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"Nova have you been and Bellamy been sexually active,and have you had morning sickness?" Abby asked.

"Are you saying im pregnant abby." Nova said voice wavering ,

but a sense of sterness was hidden.

"Yes,although we would need a test to confirm." Abby said.

"Lets do it then." Nova said with a look Abby couldn't decipher.

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Postitive,the test was positive,and Nova was freaking out.

"Amazing,We've only been here for a few days,and yet your child is growing fast,your barely showing." Abby said astonished.

"The size of your child would make you think you were about five months and yet your barely showing." She continued.

"Do you think the red sun caused this as well,if the baby keeps growing will it come early?" Nova asked.

"I can't say,but I think it would be best if you told Bellamy." She said.

"Yeah your right." Nova said.

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"YOUR PREGNANT WITH THE CHILD OF AN OUTSIDER!" her mother yelled furious,the other remaining Primes gathered around the table.

Ryker clenched his jaw glaring at her stomach.

"Yes mother,I am pregnant with Bellamy's child,and yes I will raise and love it." Nova stated.

"Absolut-" Simone was cut of by her husband's cough.

"You may keep the child,but we didn't call you here to discuss that,the child will be a bastered,not from wedlock or your husband." Russel told her.

"Husband?" Nova questioned.

"My dear you and Ryker will be married,united as you once were." Priya told her,eyes soft.

"No! not an a million years." Nova yelled.

"You will marry me,end of disscussion,your lucky you get to keep that child." Ryker said slamming his fist on the table.

"You will marry him,or else the man who tarnished you,and the rest of them will be executed." simone said sternly.

"Touch any of them,especially Bellamy,Echo,or the child,I'll burn you alive,and I know for a fact that Josephine has risen once again." Nova said as she slammed the door open,walking out of the throne room.

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"Did you know?" Bellamy said as she walked into their room.

"Know what?" She asked.

"That your Parents are body snatchers,and im assuming nightbloods are the main host." Bellamy said not looking at her.

"So tell me,who did I fall in love with,thats not even your original body is it." Bellamy said glancing at her.

"Yes I knew,but im against it,this is my original body,The red sun effected me differently,Immortal in a different way." Nova said kneeling.

"Clarke's been actimg strange,and you keep saying that she reminds you of your sister,we saw a video."

"Your father,and a man named Gabriel revived her after Twenty-five years later." He said.

"Brooke was a dear friend,I was her mothers midwife,everytime a child was born a nightblood,as you call them,a part of me died a little each time." she said to him,grabbing his hand.

"When the first red sun arrived ,My father killed my mother and sister,the scar was from that,for twenty-five years I hid watching from above,with serafina,The dragon that raised me and soon birthed astrid." Nova said tears filling her eyes.

"In the video,Josephine asked for you,said she knew you would survive somehow." Bellamy said pulling the girl into his lap,wiping her tears.

"One body cannot hold two minds,which is why the host die quickly ,some have to be put on ice until others are born,they are killers,Gabriel left becouse he grew tired of that." She said sniffiling.

"Clarke would've been against this normally but she wasn't." Bellamy said,he looked like he was fighting with his mind.

"Clarke may be Josephine,it may be too late,if she took over,but the story with her taking the chip has me thinking,maybe a mesh was created." Nova said softly.

"So you think your sister is in Clarke's body,but she may have a chance?" He asked not knowing what to believe.

"Yes,are you mad?" She asked.

"I don't know." He said,his lips tracing the scar on her neck.

"Im Pregnant,and my family said I had to marry Ryker,if I didn't they would kill all of you,but I told them I would burn them alive." Nova said as Bellamy tensed.

"Your pregnant?" He said eyes soft and voice proud.

"Yes,and the child is growing fast,at an unusual pace,it may come early,It looks like its been five months already,yet its barely been days and Im not even showing." She said with a smile.

"We'll talk about that stuff later,but right now,Im gonna be a dad soon." Bellamy said pulling her into a kiss.

"Your gonna be a fucking dad Bellamy Blake." She said as she pushed him on the bed.

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"It's a risk meeting like this,Especially since Nova suspects,if not knows,you are not Clarke." Simone said to her eldest.

"Of course she figured it out." She murmered.

"What's wrong,also your sister has been impregnated." Simone said with a scoff.

"Looks like im gonna be a aunt,but they got into the lab,they know everything,im sure Nova will tell her lover everything." Josephine said to her parents.

"Do they know about you?" Russel asked.

"Not yet,But that doesn't matter now,because my host wasn't the only Nightblood." She said.

"Nightblood?" Simone asked.

"Thats what they call it,its pretty cool huh?,anyway,they have more." Josephine said.

"How many more?" Russel asked.

"I don't know at least one,but there are bound to be others,but hey if that doesn't work out,Nova is with child,she may produce a future host." Josephine said.

"Your sister and her child are off limits Josie,if the child is born with the blood,they are automatically a Prime,not a host." Russel said sternly.

"Fine,but if not down here then up on their ship,so what do you say we skip the hand wringing and do what we all know needs to be done,before they can leave ,because that is what they're about to do." Josephine said.

"And Nova will go right along with them." She finished.

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*small timeskip*

At the bar Nova sat between Jose-Clarke

and Bellamy,as they discussed what to do.

"Clarke you realize staying says we're okay with what they're doing." Madi said,the child was wise,then again she was in cryo for 125 years.

"Yeah and what's the alternative? Go back to space? sleep for another Hundred years on our way to a planet even less likely to supporet life?" Murphy said.

Astrid chirped,Kiba howled from outside,while shiva and simba prowled by their table,growling lowly at Clarke.

Nova noticed Jordan staring at Priya,poor boy.

"Not to mention they would never let us take Nova." He finished.

"Maybe not,especially since she is probably carrying the future heir or heiress to the throne." Clarke said.

"Your pregnant!" Madi said excited.

"Oh great anotger blake,baby blake,Prince or Princess blake,wow." Murphy said.

"Suprise,speaking of how'd you know clarke?" Nova said glancing at her.

"Your stomach is slowly but surely growing,and just a sense." She said ,Nova swore she saw fear flash through her eyes.

"Yes soon we will have a baby with us,we build our own compound." Bellamy said to them,an arm wrapped around Nova.

"We'll not last out there on our own." Murphy said.

"Emori,Echo,and Raven will be back in the morning,they'll know everything we need to build." Bellamy said.

"Mainly a radiation shield,after that it's just hard work." Nova finished.

"Over how many lifetimes?No seriously how many Eclipses,how many swarms,how many terrorist attacks? and Nova is with child,she may not be affected but what about the baby.?" Murphy said.

"I agree with John." Clarke said,Nova knows she always calls him Murphy,and they all noticed somthing up becouse no one ever agrees with him.

"Its not logical,think of the baby,and I dont like who they are either,but we need them to survive." Clarke said,as everyone looked at her strange.

"They're Murderers,they treat Nova like crap half the time,no offense,raising people to give up their bodies,brainwashing them into believing their gods." Jordan said.

"He's right" Nova said.

"It's a perversion of everything Bekka Pramheda Believed." Gaia said.

"Franco?" Nova murmured,as Bellamy nodded.

"The flame was about passing wisdom on to the next line,not keeping it all to yourself." Gaia continued.

"Yeah well no offense,but Becca wasn't a God either,she was a scientist who made herself a nightblood in the lab the same way abby did to Clarke." Murphy said.

Crap,that wasn't good if Clarke really was Josephine,then she would tell her parents that host could be made,which was bad.

Nova glanced at her noticing her face,and it didn't look good.

"So much for doing better." Madi said.

"Fuck." Nova murmered.

"Jordan?" Nova said as he got up.

Bellamy looked at Clarke,glancing at Nova who called to Jordan,who was going towards Priya.

"Shit!" Nova exclaimed getting up,Bellamy slammed his hands on the table.

"Hey,hey,hey!" Bellamy shouted to Jordan.

"I know what you did." Jordan said to Priya.

"Hey,hey,bad Idea." Bellamy said.

"He's right Jordan calm down." Nova said.

"Calm down! she took over your bestfriends body." He hissed lowly.

"Take it easy." Murphy said as the two males grabbed him,Nova's hand lowered to her stomach protectivley.

"Is everything okay here?" Delialah's father asked.

"How can you be okay,she was your child." Jordan said.

"I know you miss Delilah,Hallowed be her name." Priya said glancing at Nova.

"Hallowed be her name!" The followers exclaimed.

"But She's happy Jordan,she wants you to know that." Priya said.

Lies,Delilah was dead,nothing would ever bring her back.

"Come on." Nova said as the boys dragged Jordan away from Priya and sitting him down.

Bellamy and Nova noticed Clarke leaving,following after her.

"Clarke!" They both yelled after her,Nova noticed jade by her side.

"Everything okay." She asked.

"Get rid of her." Bellamy said in trigedasleng he and Echo taught her a few words and sentences,a beautiful language.

"Me and Nova need to talk to you alone."

Bellamy said.

"come now." he said.

"Give us a minute." She told Jade.

Jade glanced at her,"Nova please the baby musn't be stressed come with me."

"I'll be back." She said kissing Bellamy.

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Timeskip.

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"Who are you?" He stammered out,he had been stunned,but he already knows who she was,Nova was right.

" Josephine Lightbourne,Nice to meet you,I can see why Nova likes you,Congrats by the way can't wait to meet the baby." Josephine said leaning over him.

She walked out of the room as Nova ran in.

"Bellamy,shit!" She said running over to him.

"Relax,im just Paralyzed,you were right,Thats not Clarke." He said,his fingers twitching.

"Shit!" She said.

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