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^ ^ ^ playlist dedicated to my little scrunk 💗💗

inspired by my lovely mutual @crystalt3a !! i decided to create my own little database portfolios for my v \ ^_^ / <3

!! sending my platonic love to the creator @cybervesna for these wonderful templates !!

[thebestofoneshots]

SERIES MASTERLIST

Gilded Constellations | (wolfstar x reader)

Summary: You meet Sirius and Regulus at a family vacation in the Caribbean, but things don't go as planned and you end up losing contact once the trip is over. Years later your family moves to England and you get accepted at Hogwarts where you finally meet Sirius once again, along with all of his friends. One of them with a mysterious secret, that you'll uncover as you embark on your own Hogwarts adventure. Mostly canon-compliant. This IS a wolfstar x reader fic, but it's incredibly slow burn. They won't start all dating each other until we're very deep into the story, but I promise the long wait will be worth it.

Read Gilded Constellations on AO3

Read the French Translation by @nagareboshi-chiyo

Paring: Sirius Black x Reader / Remus Lupin x reader / Wolfstar x reader

Chapter average: 5k - 6.5 k

Content: Smut in later chapters, Poly!Marauders, throuple, graphic descriptions of violence, MAJOR and minor character death (this is The Marauders Era guys, you know), jealousy, angst, pining, love triangle, LGBTQ+ themes, The Wizarding war 1.0, implied child abuse, possible proofreading errors, mental health struggles, hurt no comfort, hurt with comfort, period typical attitude, first war with Voldemort, canonical character's death, fluff, Requited Love, F/M/M, mostly canon-compliant.

Status: Ongoing (Weekly updates)

♡ Indicates SMUT

PLAYLIST

01 | Summer Breeze

02 | Escape

03 | Bitter Sweet Symphony

04 | Rainy Days and Mondays

05 | Good times

06 | Crazy Little Thing Called Love

07 | Peaceful Easy Feeling

08 I Fooled Around and Fell in Love

09 | The Fairy Feller's Master-Stroke

10 | Black Dog

11 | Do Ya

12 | You really got me

13 | Rebel, Rebel

14 | Maybe I’m Amazed

15 | No One Like You

Interlude (Q&A Event)

16 | Boogie Wonderland

17 | Tonight’s What It Means To Be Young

18 | Friends will be Friends

19 | Silver Bird

20 | Bad Moon Rising

21 | Fox on the Run

22 | Long Long Way From Home

23 | Hungry Eyes

24 | Peace of Mind

25 | I’ll get Even With You

26 | Hooked on a Feeling

27 | Can’t Take My Eyes Off You

28 | If You Want BIood, (You’ve Got It)

29 | With a Little Help From My Friends

30 | Bridge Over Troubled Water

31 | Strange Magic

32 | Come a Little Bit Closer

33 | More Than a Feeling

34 | You Belong to Me

35 | Chill of Desire

36 | Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy

37 | Gimme, Gimme, Gimme

38 | Let the Good Times Roll

39 | Running With the Pack

40 | Hot Stuff

41 | Urban Adventure

42 | Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas

43 | Sympathy for the Devil

44 | No One But You

45 | Hold The Line

46 | Comfortably Numb

47 | Let Me Take You Home Tonight

48 | Dust in the Wind

49 | High Hopes

50 | Love the One You're With ♡

51 | Some Guys Have All The Luck ♡

52 | Twentieth Century Fox

53 | Too Much Love Will KiII You

54 | Sail Away Sweet Sister

55 | Noone Together

56 | Who Wants To Live Forever

57 | Play the Game

58 | Staying Power

59 | Break on Through

60 | Stone in Love

61 | Mr. Blue Sky

62 | Born to be Wild

63 | Something About You

64 | Put Out The Fire

65 | Spell Binder

66 | Hot Love

67 | What's On My Mind

68 | Mysteries and Mayhem

69 | Livin' Thing

70 | Back Talk

71 | We've Only Just Begun

72 | Relentless 

73 | Lovin’, Touchin’, Squeezin’

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BONUS TRACKS:

Your Theories, The Note, The Costumes, Sirius and the Chimney, Sirius and Vix after the bad moon, Evans and Vixen, Remus and Vixen at the infirmary, Remus holding Sirius at DADA, Remus and Sirius’ height difference, the FOXSTAR picture, Art by @nineloseteeth, We're going French,

Leave a comment telling me if you want to join the tag list

A/N: Most Poly!Marauders fics are oneshots, where the relationship between characters is already established, and they're all happy and pleased with it. No issues, no drama, but I WANTED the drama. Couldn't find it, so I set myself up to write the story behind the stablished relationship. I wanted to know how they started dating each other, the jealousy, the will they won't they, because getting into a poly relationship can't be an easy task, and I wanted to explore that story. If you're interested: Welcome to Gilded Constellations!

[rosees3ray]

doing a better intro post since some stuff has changed

I'm Ray, short for Raymond, Rajmund for any poles. if your language has its own version of my name, feel free to call me that!

if you come up with literally any nickname ever somehow relating to my name feel free to call me that as well (Rajek, Raj @nwmcotutajrobie , Radek, Radzio, literally anything)

I'm a minor, I'm from Poland

my gender is Abed Nadir (comfortable enough in my masculinity to do whatever the fuck I want)

I use he/him pronouns but I'm fine with any jokingly (she/her like you'd call a fruity guy a girlie. y'know)

dni: if you're racist, homophobic, transphobic, if you support israel, if you support russia, if you think smoking/vaping/doing other drugs is cool, if you cannot restrain yourself from using "kys" or "kms" while talking to me

I'm bilingual (polish & english) and I'm learning german and japanese. I used to learn a shit ton of other languages but these are the ones that stuck with me :))

I'm neurodivergent, probably audhd but undiagnosed

I'm either an INTP or ENTP and I am very interested in MBTI and Jungian cognitive functions

shitpost tag is #radek ma przemyślenia

sideblog: @shark-spotted

I made an mcr ecosystem blog! @mcrastoycarsiown

platforms: my spotify, @/rosees3ray on pinterest, https://spacehey.com/rosees3ray

my special interests are sharks, cars (particular models, usually old ones) and Blur (band). Blur recs are here

my favourite colour is khaki green

my favourite band ever is Wolf Alice (<333)

my favourite book ever is Solitaire by Alice Oseman

my favourite movie ever is Alice in Wonderland (dir. Tim Burton)

my favourite shark is the pyjama shark

I'm a child of Urania and a Ravenclaw (not much of a HP person tho. fuck jkr)

I like music, reading, tea, drawing, skateboarding, old technology, cars, movies, flowers, astronomy, plants and posters

I'm interested in linguistics and languages overall, if you have any fun facts feel free to tell me!

I'm also very interested in accents in the english language, but I mostly speak in some type of british

I (try to) play the drums

I skateboard and cycle

I like taking photos, journaling, burning CDs and writing (I'm planning to maybe do music-related journalism in the future. if you're interested in reading anything I've written feel free to ask me about it!)

I go to school for maths-physics-IT

I'm a dad of 6 children (plants) and three dried rose bouquets

I collect CDs and toy cars

I have a dog, her name is Sara; I used to have a cat, his name was Kitek

my Best Friend is @ray-of-midnight-storm <333

my other good friends/favourite mutuals include: @sleepy-vix @achilleanauthor @trolliworms @myconidwitch @nonameidentified @rotisarychickenbutterfly @carbonbasedmatter feat. polacy rodacy: @nwmcotutajrobie & irls: @kiler-queen @mydlowaniliowe @argenvi @lambdirt @kawaiisususu and many others not mentioned here I LOVE YOU ALL

fandoms include: dead poets society, good omens, osemanverse, riordanverse, spiderverse and many many more (feel free to ask me anything)

my favourite musicians include: Wolf Alice (ofc), Blur, Radiohead, Queen, Lamp, Alex G, Hozier, Gorillaz, David Bowie, Talking Heads, Arctic Monkeys, The Last Shadow Puppets, Myslovitz, Kent, the Cure, MCR and many many many maaaaaany more (again, feel free to ask)

my favourite guitarists of all time are Brian May and Graham Coxon and my favourite drummers are Joey Jordison, Matt Helders and Joel Amey

blinkies!

[its-me-sally]

Currently Sally : not really anything happening to her rn(she is fine to have some asks)

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When Sally is talking her thingy will either be 🕷️ :~~~ or Sally :~~~

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Welcome to everyone who is currently looking through my askblog, this is @sl00chi (me) dw oc Sally and an askblog about Sally, however there are some rules that you have to follow :

• CA.I,TALKIE AND ETC. ABOUT ANY OF MY OCS IS A VERY HUMONGOUS BIG NO

• No fanchildren of any of my ocs (even if it not my dw ocs)

• Sally is only 11 years old (minor) so any asks about shipping Sally romantically is a big no

• Please do not tell Sally that her sister is no longer alive, it is not the time yet...

• The creator is also a minor so never ask any NSFW stuff in both blogs

• No weird ask, no sexual ask and no irl topic ask about anyone and anything

• No homophobic, transphobia and more

• anon magic is allowed

• be patient after you send your ask since it will take for awhile

(more rules will be added as this askblog continues)

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Here are other dw oc askblog from the Dandy world ocs community (will be updated) :

Maggie (Sally : he pepper sprayed me >:( ) : @certerfiedevil

Beth and Phillow : @bedbathandbeyondtoons

Flapjacky and Drizzle : @ask-drizzle-and-flapjacky

Ace : @acethedandysworldoc

Error, Morgan, Vix, Patch, Chi, Dyna, Jinji and Shadow : @gardenview-treehouse

Katie, Teri, Nina, Wick, Gaiu, Wally, Gill, Fifi, Karson, Iza, Derica, Pip, Hannah, Fred, still writing (Sally : Katie helped me with my plush :) ) : @ask-the-ocs-xd

Bucky, Fedora, Jack and Go : @summer-event-toons

Pailey : @pailey

Paperine : @ask-paperine

Timeless Tavern : Rini, Aria, Canto, Calix, Ria, Crisanto, Lottie, Lady Karma, Horatius and Dusty Westwind with Gardenview : Manti, Sune, Aura, Lune, Sparkle, Jackie, Shi and "Pinkie" Diane : @the-timelesstavern-and-more

Marine : @marine-ask-blog

Glacia : @ask-glaciaglide-the-icecube

Sunny Dee : @sunnydeethecat

Pomm : @askpomm-partyhat

Battie (or Batty), Marga, Tewa, Cavo, Mantz, Skulltorz, Jess, Courro, Cueeny, Crom, Maggie, Inspiration, Dum, Ryder, Blueey, Ren, Goober, Jewel, Fran, Inkly, Eros and Hera : @fandomaskocs

Eid Mubarak toons: Lena and Mat with Gardenview :Fallet, Tomo, Shutter, Elly, Tori, Cory, Maggie, Artblock, Benjamin Illumino Hydogiplic, Rootie, Lettery, Tiga and Tiv : @ask-coryworld

Rén, Komainu, Yin-Yin, Lumi, Sparky, Dēnglóng and Yuèbîng : @the-chinese-new-year-toons

Mr.B and Buckley : @r0ckstarbf

Azzie and Bora : @azzietheinhaler

Hatterlsy, Threadrich, Amphie, Syruphina, Commodore, Crinkle, Rippley, Firkie, Wellson, Trapphie and Harina : @knickett-nook

Icee, Plasma, Sunset, Sharkey and Molly : @xxiceeplasmasharkeysunsetxx

Pierre, Percy, Cyril, Webster, Rolie, Anthony, Suki and Mittens : @canisesworld

Candy, V.A/Proto, Nelly/Shell Shock, Seedly, Nomy, Mandy, Alisten, Slooely/Soo, Mazzle, Enzzle, Febble, Datta, JANE DOE/Snip, Sage/Zinger, Dia/Dival, Bee, Scratch, Goober Snoonert, Emosmo, Modger, Lutter, Clodger, SeTea, Doodles, Phonnie/Fonnie and Sangen : @ask-theclones

Ace (poker chip) : @acethepokerchip

Mel : @xxmelthewatermelonaskxx

Comet, Minty, Prism, Tock, Nel, Ego, Indigo, Sai, Data and Maxwell : @depthsofgardenview

(more things will get updates on this pinned post in the future)

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Other ocs that you can also send asks to :

Currently T.Sally (twisted Sally ) : her wound is healed not but fully recovered yet but atleast she is fine rn (she is fine to have asks rn ig?)

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Extra : one of my fav post that has a story that you can see ft. T.Sally and T.Mic on the comments section on the first or top one that T.Sally is saying something then that's where the story started

[repulsiveliquidation]

Vix leaving and taking all of her works down, tumblr just got a little more shitty ):

This is what happens when people don’t know how to treat people with respect. Just because you’ll never be found out, does not give you the right to be a fucking bitch to someone else. There is nothing that obligates us to post our work and that means that nothing obligates us to stay. Our comfort comes first and when that is compromised, we’re out. We are people with feelings and lives outside of this little corner of the internet. We do this expecting nothing but your appreciation, is that too much to ask?

See what happens when ONE person decides to be an asshole? Everyone loses out and now she’s taken all her stuff down and no one can read her beautiful writing. No one can appreciate her hard work that she probably spent days perfecting so that we all could enjoy it. One press of a button and it’s all gone. I hope you got what you wanted.

[little-queer-bee]

Looking for a Hazbin hotel Roleplay? Lookin for a bottom roleplay partner? Hoping to find someone you can rp with for potentially years at all hours of the day? Look no further!

I AM DESPERATE PLEASE I WILL DO JUST ABOUT ANYTHING.

I am currently looking for Hazbin hotel roleplay partners! I do rp on discord in dm/in personal servers and in public servers! Down bellow ive listed a bunch of different stuff about me and my rp style.

Discord - sorrowbee

I am vehemently pro ship fuck off if you don't care for it. I don't wanna debate.

Lil one paragraph introduction:

Allo i am jami, I have been Arping for fucking years (15ish years) and need constant engagement or i get board. I am constantly coming up with new ideas and simply want someone willing to explore it with me. I want long time commitment. longterm friendship type shit. I am a pest who has weird….weird really weird ships and rp interests. Dark shit comes from this mind. I want friends who like to explore the darker side of writing and who enjoy sappy shit and hurtcomfort. uvu Gotta set these bitches up to fall only to bring them back up again. I am into writing some seriously fucked up shit and want people to come to me with an open mind and an eye for a fun engaging time.

Canon characters or ocs? both?:

Both! i love doing both! I am currently on a kick where i want nothing more than to rp my oc but thats workaroundbale. thats a word i swear.

Small list of characters I play!:

Adelia (my oc), Vix (oc) Alastor, Husker (side), Vox, Velvette

Small list of doable ships!:

AdeliaVox, VoxAl, HuskAngel(side ship) , Adeliaanyone, AdeliaVoxAnyone, Voxalmost anyone, the entire cast in a poly ship. other polyships.

Not Safe for Work?

yes (I am into many things but like to do things with mommy/daddy issue vibes, age gap, size dif, monsters, cnc, dubcon, the big stuff you know can be discussed more in depth)

Dead Dove?

yes. I really like exploring things with gore and sensitive topics not seen in rp and fanfic a whole lot. We can go into depth about it and set yes and nos. It is not necessary to make a good rp though.

Bellow are a bunch of lil rp snippits of mine!

[she-posts-nerdy-stuff]

Finally finished the outline of Daughter of the Rain and Snow and I know exactly how the ending is going down almost pretty much (details are blurry, but plot and character arcs are completely outlined and ready to write instead of just bullet points or vague ideas) so out of interest (won’t necessarily stick to it 100% but would still like to know) what would anyone like to see next if you would like to continue reading my stuff?

Explanations below cut

Sequel

I have every intention to write this one, I have characters but thus far not a main plot more of just the premise. Would follow Ahra, Evan, Yara, maybe Vix, and maybe Lilia as our young Dregs and start around when Kaz and Inej left for Ravka since the Dregs was kinda on the verge of collapse whoops. Can’t go into too much detail or they’ll be spoilers for the current fic but there’d be the opportunity for some Aimee and Kiada, and Kanej would still be present but they might not be in focus (again, can’t explain too much or they’ll be spoilers). There might even be some Fiona or some Maya stuff who knows

I really want to write this bc I really want to write Ahra’s story so it’ll probably end up coming around at some point but I realise it might not be the most interesting to y’all when it’s mostly ocs so yeah

Feliks had been more than lenient with Ahra. He’d been the only person who ever gave her a real job - playing her violin in the reception of the White Rose - and when things had predictably gone haywire he’d been good enough to only turn her away, not Evan too. Ahra hadn’t much cared for the job, she loved her violin but she did not enjoy watching the Rose’s clients come and go and she certainly hadn’t cared for having her skin paled and her hair Tailored white for such purposes, but it was easy money and enough to keep them ticking over as all of Evan’s funds petered away on overpriced little medicine bottles. She studied the thin stack of kruge in her hand, thinking of Kaz standing opposite her in the alley by the Slat.

“I don’t need your charity, Brekker,”

“And far be it from me to offer you any,”

Not charity, but she didn’t doubt Dirtyhands had his own purposes in paying her for a job she failed to finish. Still, cash was cash. And medicine was medicine. She tucked it back into her breast pocket and tapped it lightly, slipping round the corner and pulling a bone light from her jacket.

What Evan didn’t know couldn’t hurt him.

Helnik

This was an idea I had a looooong time ago and I shared a little snippet scene on here, but then I started writing Daughter of the Rain and Snow and never looked back. I really want to write this one I think it could be pretty cool, it would be relatively short set in between Crooked Kingdom and King of Scars and take place in Ravka; based on a headcanon I have about Nina learning how to use her new power and as a result of it experiencing hallucinations of Matthias being with her that she is fully convinced are real. Following Nina, Zoya, and Genya as they try to navigate this and worry that they shouldn’t let Nina got to Fjerda in this state.

“What time is it?” she mumbled into the cushions.

“A little after seven bells,”

“Saints, how disgusting,”

Nina sighed, in a mixture of content and tiredness. The luxury of the Little Palace was a mostly welcome change from crawling in next to Matthias in the tomb at Black Veil - or even of the hotel room at the Geldrenner. They’d shared a sofa, so close to each other; limbs entangled, chest against her back so she could feel his heart beating. A steady rhythm, no matter what he was feeling. The big bed here was more comfortable, but the closeness felt like an aching absence, as though the few feet between them spanned for miles. She reached out behind her and found something soft that she decided was his arm.

“Come closer,” she whispered, and she imagined the way he’d smile.

He would press her fingers to his lips and she would roll over to face him. She’d reach out and touch his cheek, and he would catch her hands in his.

“Witch,”

“Barbarian,”

“Little Red Bird,” he would say, just before his lips met hers

The sunlight would be warm and soft on their skin as they moved closer, as she felt his heart beating beneath her fingers.

But he hadn’t moved. He hadn’t come closer, or kissed her fingers, or brushed his lips against hers. He had not gently pushed her hand down towards his wrist so their fingers could intertwine.

“Matthias?”

Nina made the mistake of rolling over, and began to scream.

Wesper

There’s a line in Crooked Kingdom where Jesper says if Van Eck really couldn’t cope with Wylan not being able to read he could have told people he was blind, the point being that still would’ve been wrong but that everything he’d resorted to was unnecessary and Wylan shouldn’t feel like it was his fault. So this would be an au where Van Eck did exactly that and Wesper attend Ketterdam university together; Wylan grapples with his father being the worst and falling for Jesper as he fears telling him the truth, Jesper grapples with addiction and wanting to stay at university partly for the sake of falling for Wylan.

Jesper leaned in, pushing one of Wylan’s curls back off his face.

“It’s pity you can’t see how beautiful your eyes are,”

Wylan blushed, letting Jesper run his hand over his cheek and tilt his face up towards his own. Jesper leaned forward but then Wylan squirmed, just slightly, and Jesper tensed as he pulled his hand away.

“And me, of course,” he added, letting his voice take on a teasing lilt to brush past the moment, “It’s a shame you don’t know how gorgeous I am,”

Wylan almost smiled, but he had stepped away.

“I- erm,” he brushed his fingers through the lock of hair Jesper had moved and cleared his throat, “Excuse me,”

And then he was gone.

[starfishart]

Is Cassie's new body a rejected/disused Glamrock Foxy? The design matches the Plex variations of Foxy (orange fur, blue accents, golden eye), and you had them lying with a pile of Daycare stuff (strong ties between Foxy & the Daycare beyond just Kids Cove, as pointed out by CathuresArt et al.) </FnafTheorist>

I've had a handful of folks asking about this or thinking the animatronic is foxy, however that's not like- 100% accurate but it is close!

I have explained this in full on stream before but I probably should put it down in writing so everyone can get the ✨️lore✨️

The basic idea is that the animatronic cassie is possessing comes from a very short lived secondary band from when foxy and Bonnie were still part of the main Glamrocks. This band was designed to be like smaller, more pastel versions of the glamrocks that were still their own separate characters (think like- loony tunes vs tiny toons).

The purpose of this band was to be a more toned down alternative to the glamrocks that occasionally played at superstar theater for younger kids and those with sensory issues that still wanted live music!

So yes- the animatronic is modeld after foxy but is not quite foxy :) (I tend to call her 'Vix' in my head)

[maladaptive-day-dreams]

Happy Birthday

ronance x reader, smut, 3.7k words

for my dear Vix’s birthday <3 (this is a belated birthday now bc i write so fucking slow but it still counts bc i started it on their birthday so)

milf!nancy & older!neighbor!robin x nanny!reader

nanny as in an in-house caretaker for the kids, established relationship with nance, voyerism/mention of voyerism, fingering, mutual masturbation, oral (f-receiving obvs), strap-on, blowjob of a strap (ig Eiffel tower moment technically), multiple orgasms, idk what it’s called but a fuck pile is what I’m calling it, overuse of good girl & baby (if that’s possible)

this is gonna be f i l t h y you have been warned

You’ve been Nancy’s nanny for months now. And you’ve also been intimate with her for months now.

When you first started, it was lingering glances and shared glasses of wine once the kids were in bed.

Then it became soft touches. Her hand grazing your arm. Hands on your waist so she can pass behind you as you cook for her. Shoulder massages to keep you to herself for longer once the kids are asleep.

And then, it was an invitation for a day at her pool with her when the kids were with their father your second weekend. It was the two of you in skimpy bikinis. Taking your time to put sunscreen on each other’s shoulders and backs.

It was too much sangria and drunken shallow end swimming. And you sitting on the steps with her standing in front of you. Her leaning down to capture your lips in an innocent kiss. And you chasing her lips when she pulls away. It was her moving to sit on your lap where you sat on the stairs, her hands finding home on your cheeks and pulling you towards her mouth as she deepened the kiss. It was hot, open mouths and warm wet tongues as you explored each others mouths.

It was her arms reaching around your back to untie your swimsuit, and then her undoing her own. It was goosebumps and taught nipples and wet breasts and heavy breaths as your hands and mouth explored her body. And it was her pulling your mouth away from her nipple so she could get up and extend a hand to you.

It was her leading you towards a lounge chair and pushing you down to lie on it. Her hands moving to your swim bottoms and a breathy “can i?” And it was a nod of yes from you that had her pulling down your bottoms and running her hands back up your legs. Her hands opening your legs and baring your cunt to her and the air and the sun. Her fingers running up your slit and a soft and sweet “you’re so wet baby” as she started to circle your clit with her finger.

You’re string of “fuck,” “yes,” “nance, and “please” pushed her on, until you felt the loss of her fingers. You whined, only to look down and see her brown hair between your thighs as she licked a stripe up your cunt. It was your hands bolting to her hair and pulling her closer to your pussy as she wrapped her lips around your clit and sucked and lapped at it, and then it was her fingers pushing into you and finding a rhythm with her licking that had you biting your lip as you came.

And then one pool day became the weekend and sharing her bed and making her feel good and her making you feel good.

And then it became more frequent touches, and secret kisses when the kids weren’t looking. It became midnight skinny dipping and ending with your feet in the water and back on the hard concrete as she eats you out from where she wades in the pool. And you biting into pillows to keep quiet as Nancy pounds into you with her strap from behind. It was her fingers in your cunt as soon as you stepped into your room after tucking the kids in.

And that became your normal. You were Nancy’s and she was yours. You two were unofficially official, but kept it secret from the kids.

***

Today is your birthday. You get home from grocery shopping and call out for the kids so they can help you make cookies but they don’t come when you call. Instead, Nancy finds her way to the kitchen and silently watches you (your ass more like it) as you put stuff away in the fridge.

“Happy birthday baby,” she says.

“Jesus Nance!” you say startled, your hand flying to your now racing heart.

“Sorry! Sorry!” she laughs moving around the kitchen island to grab your empty ands and pull you into her for a kiss.

“Happy happy birthday my love,” she smiles into the kiss. “I got you a present.”

“All I want or need is you Nance,” you smile at her as she pulls away. “Where are the kids?”

“That’s half of the present, no working tonight.” She helps you put the rest of the groceries away before taking your hand and bringing you to the couch. The two of you sit down and you lean in to kiss her but she stops you and you whine.

“Please?”

“Ah ah ah, your other half of the present should be here any second.”

At that moment, there’s a knock at the door.

“Go ahead and open the door baby,” she smiles.

You leave her on the couch and go open the front door to see her neighbor, Robin.

“Hi Y/N, happy birthday,” the woman says.

“Hi?” you half say, half ask turning to look at Nancy.

“C’mon in Robin, Y/N close the door behind her?”

You do as Nancy asks as Robin makes her way to the other side of the couch. Following slightly behind her you stay standing by Nancy’s side of the couch.

Nancy takes hold of your hand and pulls you into her lap, “you remember meeting Robin at the 4th of July barbecue right?”

You nod a yes, your eyes meeting those of the girl in question. “And we say hello whenever I’m weeding the garden.”

“That we do,” Robin says with a beautiful smile.

Nancy’s hands wrap around your waist and play with the button on your pants, popping it open and pulling down the zipper, but your hand shoots down and grabs hers to stop her.

“Nance,” you pause, your breathing getting shallower.

“It’s okay baby, this is your birthday present. Remember our conversation last week?”

You recall mentioning how pretty Robin is, and then Nancy fucked you silly and brought it up again asking “wanna get played with by me and Robin? Wanna get fucked in both holes? Want Robin’s fingers in your pussy? Yeah? You want that, huh?” as she pounded into you with her strap.

“Oh,” is all you respond with, but you slowly move your hand off of hers at the end of your zipper.

“That’s my girl,” Nancy says in your ear before placing a sweet kiss to your neck.

Her hand starts moving again, finding its way under your panties. You moan but bite your tongue as her fingers caress your pussy lips. Her fingers dip into your slit, feeling how wet you are for her and dragging your arousal up to your clit where she starts to rub and pinch at your engorged bud.

“Let us hear you, baby,” Nancy asks.

You stop biting your lip, your mouth dropping open in a stream of gasps and groans as Nancy plays with your cunt.

“She’s so pretty, isn’t she Robin?”

You open your eyes and see Robin’s sight concentrated on Nancy’s hand in your pants.

“Her sounds are pretty,” Robin agrees. “But I want to see her.”

“We can do that, you want to show off to Robin baby? Wanna let her see how wet you are? She can hear it but she wants to see it?”

“Yes, please,” you answer. Nancy pulls her hand from you and you whine at the loss but moan when Nancy holds out her fingers covered in your arousal towards Robin who leans in and eagerly sucks them into her mouth. She groans at your taste and scoots closer to you and Nancy, her hands moving to your hips in a question.

You nod and Robin pulls both your jeans and panties off, her hands caressing your bare calves as she scoots ever closer and watches as Nancy’s hand finds its way back to your wet cunt. Robin’s watching as  Nancy’s fingers enter you, the loud squelch of your pussy around her digits cause Robins mouth to open in a silent “oh.”

Robin’s hands leave your calves and move to her own clothed cunt. She strokes herself over her shorts before saying “fuck it” and putting them in her own shorts and touching herself to the sight of Nancy finger fucking you.

Nancy’s fingers continue to move in and out of you, reaching all the right places and making your legs start to quiver.

“Wanna–oh ah–wanna see you Rob,” you moan.

You don’t have to say it twice, she pauses her movements and shimmies her shorts down, baring herself to you and Nancy. She goes back to her ministrations, getting herself to the edge while Nancy keeps pushing you closer and closer to climax.

“My good girl,” Nancy says, punctuating every word with a kiss to your neck. “Doing perfect for me and Robin.”

You grab her unoccupied and and squeeze it.

“You close?” she asks.

“Mhm,” you whine, eyes closed. The mixed noises of yours and Robins wet cunts, Robin’s heavy breaths and Nancy’s sweet praise in your ear are enough to push you over the edge and you cum around Nancy’s fingers with a moan. You open your eyes, slightly spent, and see Robin still masturbating in front of you. You shift slowly, body a bit spent from the strength of your orgasm, and move off of Nancy’s lap. Nancy, gets up and disappears into the house as you watch Robin’s fingers fuck into her.

“Can I help?” you ask her, leaning down to get closer to her cunt.

“Yes, Y/N, please.”

Robin lays back as you shift onto your stomach, your face inches from her beautiful, wet cunt. Your hot breath causes Robins back to arch off the cushion, and she bucks her hips towards you, begging for your mouth.

You place a soft kiss on her mound, your tongue finding her clit and circling it. You alternate licking and sucking on her bud, eliciting the most melodious of sounds from the woman’s lips, before moving down and licking into her. She lets out a loud moan and you feel Nancy’s hand rubbing your back as you continue to fuck Robin with your tongue.

“Look at you, baby, making Ms. Robin feel so good.”

You moan out a reply and it shoots vibrations through Robin’s body, pulling her climax from her. Her mouth opens in a silent scream as she cums on your mouth, your tongue taking everything she’ll give. Her legs shake around your head as she rides out her high on your tongue.

Nancy pulls you up from Robins spent cunt and kisses you fervently, the need to taste Robin on your lips severe. She licks into your mouth, groaning at the taste of another woman’s cum on your tongue.

“God, she tastes so good,” Nancy says, pulling away from you.

Robin moves to sit up, “Y/N is even better than you said Nancy, better than I saw too.”

“Better than she saw?” you ask looking between the two women.

“Robin,” Nancy pauses. “Our relationship is unique, Y/N. She likes to watch when I hook up with people and hear about them when we fuck somewhere she can’t see. We tend get off together when I recount my escapades, that or I help her get off as I tell her what I did. Usually it’s only ever one time things but with you, it was different–it is different. It’s consistent.”

“We were going to tell you last week but then Nancy mentioned that you two had talked about me and we decided this would be better.”

“Are you okay with that? Are you okay with this? With us?” Nancy asks.

“Yeah,” you breathe.

“Yeah?” Robin smiles.

You nod, hiding your face in Nancy’s chest.

“Awe, our girl is shy about how much she wants us,” Nancy teases.

“Don’t tease,” Robin laughs. “It’s Y/Ns birthday, she should pick what we do.”

“Well, she had mentioned wanting to be fucked in both holes,” Nancy says. “Do you still want that, baby?”

“Yes please,” you beg. “But I wanna see you, all of you. Both of you.”

“As the Birthday girl requests,” Robin smiles and the two of them strip themselves of the rest of their clothing. You do the same, shedding yourself of your top and bra before sitting on the couch and watching the two women in front of you as they bare themselves to you in full.

“When you were having your fill of our guest, I went upstairs to grab our toys for the night,” Nancy says pulling out two strap-ons from the bag she placed on the floor by the couch. One was slightly thicker, while the other was longer and curved, both of which you knew well from nights with Nancy. Robin and Nancy take a strap each and put them on, turning to face you. Robin has the pink, curved dildo while Nancy has her favorite thick, purple one. “Who do you want where baby?”

“I want,” you pause. “I want Robin to fuck my pussy while I suck you off.”

Robin smiles and sits on the couch beside you. “On your knees then, Y/N, lean over the arm rest for Nancy ok?”

You do as you’re asked, getting on your knees on the couch and then leaning over the arm rest of the couch and coming face to face with Nancy’s strap. You look up at your girlfriend and lick the tip of her cock before taking it into your mouth.

“So eager,” Nancy smiles down at you, a hand caressing your cheek.

Robin laughs and situates herself behind you, her hand coming to cup your cunt and you jolt forward, taking more of Nancy;s cock into your mouth with a moan. She delves two fingers into your cunt, coating them in the remnants of your arousal and cum and then removing them and stroking her strap to get it wet for you. You throw your hips back to chase her fingers but instead are met with her silicone cock as it slips into your cunt. You groan at the fullness of being taken in both holes.

Robin stays put as she slowly moves in you, while you bob your head on Nancy’s strap. When Robin bottoms out, you gag on Nancy’s cock and pull off to breathe.

“Taking my cock like such a good girl,” the girl says from behind you.

“Fuck, yes, Robin,” you moan as she starts to move in and out of you at a slow pace. “Faster, please.”

“Since you asked so nicely.”

Robin grabs your hips and starts pulling you back onto her and thrusting into you, hitting harder, faster and deeper. The curve of her strap catching on your g-spot with every drag of her cock in and out of your cunt. 

“C’mon, open wide baby,” Nancy says, grabbing your attention from the pleasure rising in your stomach. She taps the tip of her strap on your lips as she says this, and you open your mouth to her to be used.

Nancy takes hold of the back of your head and starts fucking your mouth at a pace as close to Robin’s as possible.Your eyes roll back in your head from pleasure as the two women abuse your holes. While she can’t feel it Nancy can hear when you moan around her cock, but only slightly above the squelching sound of your full, wet cunt.

“She’s close, Rob.”

“Yeah? Our good girl likes being used like a fuck toy huh?”

You groan and push your hips back into her as your answer. One of Robin’s hands moves from your hip around your waist and down, her fingers catching your clit and rubbing the sensitive bud. A few more deep thrusts into your cunt and circles of your clit and the coil in your belly tightens to a snapping point as you choke a scream on Nancy’s cock and cum around Robins.

Your body is shaking as you ride out your second orgasm of the night. Nancy pulls her strap from your mouth and Robin pulls you with her when she moves to sit back, her strap still buried in you.

You’re breathing is heavy and labored as you sit in Robins lap. “You did so good baby,” she coos in your ear, pressing a soft kiss to your temple.

“Kiss me,” you beg.

Robin turns you to face her and finally kisses you on the lips for the first time tonight. Her lips are soft, her mouth warm and wet and addictive as you continue to kiss her. She lets go of your cheek and slowly lifts you from her cock. You whimper at the loss but contentedly shift to the empty side of the couch while Nancy moves towards where Robin sits. Your girlfriend drops to her knees before her neighbor and takes Robin’s cock into her mouth, bobbing and sucking and licking until there’s no more of your release left on it.

“God, baby, you taste so good.”

“Nance,” Robin sighs. “You haven’t gotten off yet tonight.”

“Tonight is about my girl,” she smiles at you.

“I want you to feel good, Nance,” you say looking fondly at her. “Robin will you make her feel good?”

“I’d love to,” she says, looking at your girlfriend with love.

Robin holds out her hand to Nancy who takes it softly and climbs on top of Robins lap and strap. She moans as she sinks down onto the pink dildo while holding on to Robin’s shoulders. Robin’s hands move to Nancy’s hips and you watch as she helps your girl move up and down on her cock. You didn’t think you could get more aroused but you do as you watch Nancy ride Robin. Nancy looks at you and holds her hand out, you grasp it and move towards the couple. You watch as Robin pulls Nancy in for a hot kiss, all teeth and tongue and wanting, and then Nancy pulls away and Robin pulls you in to her.

The kiss is heady and needy and so intoxicating. But she pulls away and Nancy pulls you in to her. You’re making out with your girlfriend while she rides another woman’s cock and you couldn’t be more turned on. Nancy gasps as Robin’s fingers find her clit and rubs slow circles around it, drawing out a quick and powerful release. And you swallow Nancy’s moans as she cums around Robin’s cock.

You help Nancy off of Robin’s strap and ask, “can we move somewhere more comfortable?”

Nancy, in a haze, asks, “bedroom?”

You smile and take her hand and Robin’s and the three of you make your way to the bedroom. You drop their hands and crawl onto the bed, turning around to sit and face them.

“Nancy, I want you to fuck me.”

Your girlfriend smiles and starts to crawl towards you.

“Robin,” you pause. “I want you to fuck Nancy while she fucks me.”

Both women groan and Robin makes her way onto the bed, following Nancy.

“Lay down baby,” Nancy smiles, peppering a sweet kiss to your lips. You shift down and lay back, your head on the pillows. Nancy kisses you again and then kisses her way down your chest, kissing between your breasts and then on them, taking each nipple into her mouth worshiping your body. You squirm as she sits back and looks at you taking in your body before leaning over you and aligning her strap with your entrance. She pushes in slowly, reveling in the pleasure that spreads across your face as she does.

Once she’s buried to the hilt, Robin shifts in behind her. She kisses along Nancy’s back and gets her own strap aligned with Nancy. With Robin slowly sinking into her cunt, Nancy moans and her eyes close in ecstasy.

“Fuck, Robin, its so good, you’re so good.”

“God this is so hot,” Robin says. “Are you guys okay for me to move?”

“Yes,” Nancy moans.

“Please,” you chime in.

Robin starts a slow pace so Nancy can get used to the feeling before she starts to rut into you. As soon as Nancy begins to move in you, the three of you moan together at the wet sounds that reverberate in the room.

You try to wrap your legs around Nancy but instead she pushes your knees into your chest and bears her weight down on you as she starts to thrust into you harder. Robin matches Nancy’s movements and soon you and Nancy are moaning messes and Robin is surrounded by the most beautiful noises she’s ever heard.

Nancy kisses you deeply, and she can feel Robins lips on her back as she does. She whispers, “I love you, both of you,” before letting a hand trail down to your overstimulated clit. Robin does the same for Nancy, her hand running quick circles into your girls clit, and the two of you share a shuddered breath before you burst, Nancy cumming on Robin’s cock and you cumming and squirting on Nancy’s.

“Fuck, Nancy you didn’t say Y/N was a squirter,” Robin says as she feels the warm liquid soak both her and Nancy’s thighs.

“I’ve only ever gotten it from her once,” Nancy smiles. “After a lot more than three little orgasms.”

You blush and try to hide your face in the pillows. Robin pulls out of Nancy first and walks to the ensuite to start a shower while Nancy captures your lips in another heated kiss. You whine into her as she pulls out of you, with a soft “happy birthday.”

The three of you move from the bed to the shower, but Nancy and Robin have to help you get clean, that last orgasm taking a lot out of you. Once you’re finished you towel off, change and strip the sheets of the bed to put new ones on while Robin’s moans echo through the bathroom as Nancy makes sure she got the most out of your birthday too.

[thebestofoneshots]

LILLY!! i cannot explain how much i love this series!!! like i have always wanted a fic with a fox as an animagus because that’s mine!! my favorite animal was a fox growing up and i did the little quiz tests stuff and its always been a fox, so i’ve claimed that among my friends! and the fact that the guys call her “vix” and “vixen” is so freaking cute

i’ve just started reading it and i can’t put it down! it’s a fantastic piece of art and writing!! i love it and cannot wait for more!! hugs and kisses 🫶🏻

Art made by AI

Hey darling! I really wanted to write something where readers really become part of the group, which I feel sometimes doesn't fully happen. Of course, she had to have an animagus!

And then, well, foxes are also my favourite animals (My mom was tired of watching Disney's Robin Hood because I would quite literally finish it and then repeat it, nonstop for days, it was my favourite movie ever no joke).

Now, I did consider going for a different animal, even bigger animals like a a tiger or a panther, but even though I love big cats (they're so pretty and fierce), I thought the idea of having her be smaller, and also a canine could be an interesting plot point in the story (wanted to make that love puppies joke lol).

So in the end, I decided to settle for a fox, besides the last name Vixen was so cute in my head, must admit I was scared it came off too much like an insult rather than an endearing term (English is not my first language and course words don't quite hit the same). Which is why it is reassuring it was well received, personally I think it's too cute.

Also, you just called my writing art (இ﹏இ`)/♡

Thank you so much, darling. Hope you continue enjoying the chapters to come.

Read Gilded Constellations

Ps. Decided to add the family portraits bc they're just too cute for me to handle.

[commander-yinello]

Ye Olde Blog Directory~

To make it easy to find my stuff, below a list of all fanfics I've written and under the cut, my Tavs/Durges. Spoilers for Dark Urge origin.

WYLLSTARION FANFICS:

Danse Macabre (Ongoing, Mature, Horror): The leader of the party is a Dark Urge, and Wyll finds out in the worst way. TW for Cannibalism, Torture, Death and more.

Five times Wyll spills the jug (and the one time Astarion does) (Oneshot, Gen, Humor): Based on EA Wyll, he puns and drives Astarion mad (yet the elf can't not fuck him oh no).

The Masks We Keep (Oneshot, Gen, Fluff): After Mizora's death, Wyll seeks the mysterious vampire he owes his freedom to.

Blood Drops of Jupiter (Finished, Space AU, Horror/Romance): Wyll encounters a deadly space vampire and wants to help him.

Blades and Daggers (Ongoing, Gen, Various): A series of 100-word drabbles written weekly with prompts!

8 Cups of Blood (Oneshot, Crack, NSFW): An exquisite corpse style of Astarion writing erotica while drunk.

TAVS/DURGES:

Noa

Noa's the most anti-bard bard you'll meet in your life. She can't play an instrument. She can't sing - unless there are many dead, to which she senses their lingering souls and brings forth a song from their collective feelings. But as she refuses to murder, her songs are rare. Such is the blessing of Bhaal.

She is the biggest softie. Everyone fears duergar, but she was never raised among her kin. She struggles with her dark urges, and with the aid of her loved ones she never gives in.

Luckily she's good with Vicious Mockery, as everyone hates her awful puns.

Possible Love Interests: Wyll, Karlach, Barcus Wroot, Aradin (if redeemed)

Coral

Everyone who meets Coral should be afraid of her. When Bhaal says jump, she asks how high. As a paladin, she's devoted to keeping her oath - too bad her oath is carrying out His wish to drown the world in blood.

She is obsessed with saving the world, cleansing it of its sins and saving everyone from the 'curse of life', which she considers to be pure suffering. She sees the world in black and white - you're with her, or against her. And if you're against her, you must die.

Only a few are worthy of fighting with her, and she'll do everything to convince them so.

Possible Love Interests: Minthara, Murder (lots and lots and lots-)

Vilxirajel

Vilxirajel, Vix for friends (they don't have any), is a cocky lightning-infused sorcerer who has never had to work their entire life. When they got kidnapped by the mindflayers, their goal is to eat hot chip, lie, and enable everyone's terrible tendencies. They are lazy to a fault and would sell your soul for a corn chip.

Because their lightning touches everything, they always end up frying their companions. As such no one wants to come close to them, which they prefer. All non-dragonborn are so stinky.

Time will tell if they are redeemable. Most likely not.

Possible Love Interests: Gale, Lae'zel, Barcus Wroot

[heckadecima]

Got a kiosk up at furhub!

Also been writing some more informative stuff on my site! Check stuff out

hecka.space/vix

[wilteddreamsofbaldursgate]

For the new year writer goal questions:

💖🛏🪩

Thanks for the ask, Vix! Those are great questions and I'm already in an accountability choke hold lol

💖 What is your primary writing goal for this year?

Yes! I definitely plan to finally get started on (and finish it by the end of 2025) my BG3 longfic that scared the shit out of me all year long. I also want to start working on original stuff again and participate in my local bookstore's annual u30 writing contest, and preferably be amongst the winners lol.

🛏 Is there a new trope you'd like to write this year?

I pondered this question for the past hour because overthinking literature. I will say yes and no; I want to explore different themes without reducing the story to one aspect or trope like love triangle, enemies to lovers etc.. But I'm still highly interested in the arranged marriage/reluctant allies 'trope' lol

🪩 Do you have any "good" writing habits you want to cultivate?

Yes, absolutely! I want to cultivate writing consistently/daily and also train my brain to not shy away from writing things I don't feel too enthusiastic about. In general, I would like to make writing less of a dopamine trap and more of a mechanical process and see it more as a craft I can tap in consistently in opposition to going all out and then staying away from it for X amount of time.

Writer Goal Ask List for a New Year 🎉

[drplague1961]

THE CAPOZZI MASSACRE

author's note: hey remember the first time i posted oc writing? yeah this is also oc writing but its an alternate universe of those same characters. yeah ik AUs of my own ocs? haha yeah. enjoy, i worked a fuck ton on this and like it a lot-- theres a whole other scene in this i wanted to write for word count but boo who wants to do that? have murder instead with a side of homosexuality as a treat

tws: smoking and alcohol use, sh, gore, death, underage pregnancy and dubcon mentioned/implied

word count: 1.9k

The market streets of Poldellin were particularly active in the late afternoon. Pilferers milled about, plucking coins out of passerby’s pockets and not daring to look anyone in the eye. Drunkards who had been engaging in their vices stumbled out of bars with bottles of cheap booze still in their hands. Vendors shouted out prices and haggled with customers over trivial items while children ran through the street, pushing through the crowd.

Plague was leaning against the wall in an alley, nursing a Robusto with a six pack of beer at his feet. He wasn’t planning on indulging in it, he simply wanted to do his partner a favor by paying. He adjusted his holster at his side and checked his pocketwatch. Vix was a bit late, yet that was to be expected. He didn’t keep track of time very well. But alas, the masked man waited. Eventually, the familiar figure of the orc came from the mouth of the passage– he had his hood up.

“Hey, Plague,” Vix said, taking it off. He had a nasty black eye, yet his smirk was still as smug as ever. His tusks flashed in the light of the sun before he turned the corner and sat next to the other, shorter man. Plague slid down to the floor and handed the orc a can, the latter clapping the former on the back in appreciation. They didn’t talk for a while, the masked man taking drags while Vix took swigs. After a spell, the quieter of the pair broke the silence.

“How did you receive that black eye?” Plague questioned, exhaling slowly. The orc scoffed, crunching the aluminum in his hand and throwing it aside. He hesitated a moment before answering, cracking open another can of beer.

“Just that fuckin’ Capozzi don… me ‘n Z tried to work stuff out with him ‘cause he ‘n his men kept coming on our turf,” Vix muttered darkly, swallowing a mouthful of booze and staring at a rat scuttling across the shadowed alley. “Meeting didn’t go too well, no shit about that. Got heated over the terms and he punched me. Punched me! We got the numbers but he got bold, he hid behind his guards. Coward– his ass should be getting punched, worse even.”

“I see,” the masked man replied, a cloud of smoke billowing around him. His visage was obscured by the gray vapors, and his reply was more distant.

“Yeah, his daughter’s unlucky that she has a bastard dad– a creepy one, too. ‘Cause of succession bullshit, I think he got someone to knock her–” the orc started, yet was cut off as he turned to face Plague– or his absence. The masked man had vanished into thin air, the only things remaining being smoke and an abandoned cigar– along with the beer. “...Alright then, babe– guess I’ll see ya later.”

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Rosee sat at her vanity, staring at her reflection in the mirror. Her brunette hair was down, unruly, and frizzy– sticking up in places in such extremity that it was like she had just rolled out of bed. The she-elf took out some makeup wipes and trailed them across her face, rubbing away the dripping mascara and revealing the dark circles underneath her hazel eyes. She sighed, her ear twitching slightly as she heard the piercing shrieks of her newborn and the distant voices of the maids trying to soothe it.

No matter how many days after its due date had passed, the overwhelming feeling of dread never left her. Why? The horrible ordeals of conception and childbirth were over, and there were people her father had hired to raise the result. She was no longer needed, and no one expected much of her besides remaining presentable at all times. Perhaps that was why she felt so… aimless.  Her title meant nothing since she was a daughter instead of a son. She had the capability of rising to the rank of underboss if she had simply been born with a different chromosome. A mere fetus was considered more valuable because of the fact.

The she-elf pushed this to the back of her mind, bitterness eternally remaining on the tip of her tongue. She threw the dirtied makeup wipes away and her gaze shifted to her underarms. Her skin was deathly pale, and the blue veins underneath it were rather pronounced. Her thoughts wandered to death.  How long would it take for someone to walk into her room and notice that the don’s daughter had slit her wrists and bled out right there at her vanity? Would anyone care if she passed away?

The Capozzis had their heir. She existed simply to produce one that was actually competent. Death was a way to break the endless cycle, loops intertwining with loops as each day trudged forward. It would be convenient, one less mouth to feed– she had every reason to saw the blade across her flesh and watch the crimson fall.

No. She would survive. She would live, only if out of pure spite.

The sound of the door opening interrupted her thoughts, and she swore to herself she saw a silhouette in the frame for a mere second in the mirror. However, when she turned around to make sure, nobody was there. A trick of the light, perhaps– plus, she was quite tired. She hadn’t been able to sleep properly because of all of the possibilities of what could happen once she closed her eyes. 

The she-elf got up to close it, hand lingering on the knob for several moments as she peered outside to assess if anyone was coming down the hall. The hinges creaked as she swung the door shut. Turning back to her vanity, some locks of her hair obscured her vision.

Rustling could be heard as a cloth was slapped over her nose and mouth and a long arm put her in a headlock. The sweet yet intoxicating smell of chloroform clouded the rest of her senses, and her muffled screams and meager struggling ceased as her sight and hearing zeroed in on the man responsible. All she could take note of was the dark gray plague mask over his face, and his low, thickly accented voice as it addressed her.

“Nothing personal, Signorina Capozzi.”

Riccardo walked into his office, his charismatic smile immediately dropping the instant he crossed the doorframe. He noticed a familiar, coppery smell coating the room, emanating from his desk. He walked toward it, peering at its contents: an ashtray with a long dead cigar lying inside of it, some fabricated cash he had to examine, miscellaneous files, a map of Poldellin, a cup of pens, and… a package?

It was a typical, standard cardboard box. No address, no labels, nothing. He hadn’t been expecting any deliveries, and someone would have told him if there was one. Clearly, it wasn’t a wise decision to open it– the don was smart enough to note that. Plus, the miasma had to be coming from it. He recognized the scent of blood. 

However, Riccardo never had any sense of self-preservation. He didn’t even acknowledge the lack of soldiers flanking the back wall or the ajar door. Curiosity killed the cat, and it certainly impelled him to risk his death solely to figure out what was inside. He took an assured step toward the package, casually grabbing another cigar out of a drawer and lighting it. He took a drag, exhaling smoke and letting it rise up toward the ceiling before putting his fingers in between the flaps and pulling them back. 

The face of his daughter looked back at him, eyelids peeled back so that the hazel optics underneath were bulging upward. Her expression would have been serene if it weren’t for the eyes, lifeless yet so open, so enlightened.

He coughed and sputtered in disbelief, eyes widening and his hands violently reaching out to catch his vice. The mobster peered back inside the box despite the fact the sight caused him to lose his composure in its entirety.

A head was in the box, so neatly squeezed into the cardboard that no blood coated the outside. The visage of his progeny continued to stare up at her father, brunette strands matted against her skin. The sheer audacity of the gesture made Riccardo mentally sift through a list of the people that were capable of committing such a crime– it was rather long, yet old wounds had been healed and the family hadn’t gotten on anybody’s nerves recently.

Except…

“Those damned orcs,” the mafioso hissed under his breath. Somehow, the two bumbling buffoons managed to find a way to pull off getting inside his manor undetected and decapitating Rosee. If news of her death came out, he’d look weak– not to mention the holes in his security. How had they done it? They could barely fit under the arches of the hallways, how had they figured out venturing all the way up to her bedroom?

A click sounded throughout the office as the door shut and locked. Riccardo looked up from the package and froze when he saw a figure coming out of the shadowy corner of the room. It was a particularly tall man, white dress shirt splattered with red and his black tie messily wrapped around his neck. There were dark patches on his pants, blood seeping into the fabric. He had a dark gray plague mask over his face.

It was the last thing Riccardo ever saw.

A maid in the living room put the needle over the starting groove of the vinyl record on the gramophone, powering up the motors. A scratchy symphony began to spill out of the golden horn, starting off slow with the strings quiet. She hummed to the melodious tune as she got out her duster and ran through all the nooks and crevices between the cushions and photos.

As the music increased in volume and her mind drifted off to other matters, she didn’t seem to hear the distinct screams of the people above, the sound of silent bullets and the bashing of knuckles against jaws, heads bashing against the walls, bodies tumbling to the ground.

The maid went on her tiptoes to clean the mantel above the fireplace, feathers fluttering against the dusty surface. She blinked, took in a breath, and felt hands covering her ears all of a sudden. She was stuck between the choice of turning around or jerking forward, yet she didn’t have time to decide as her neck was snapped and she was thrown to the carpeted floor.

Plague stared at the motionless corpse for a moment. The body was still warm. He pushed it aside with his stained loafer before approaching the fireplace. He took the tongs out of the stand beside it and grabbed some burning wood haphazardly, tossing it to the ground where the flame caught and began to envelop the rug.

As he walked down the hall toward the front door, he casually toppled candles that had been set alight, gloved fingers touched with wax as they fell to the floor. The wicks added to the already growing fire, and before he exited the manor, he stopped to smear his bloodied hand against the wall. He drew a heart with Vix’s name next to it, a tribute to his partner– this gesture of violence was a proposal of love. He couldn’t express it any other way. The defacement would burn with the rest. He would not tell the orc.

The symphony swelled to a crescendo as smoke began to billow from the roof. Plague strode down the steps with rusty red coating his clothes, lighting a Robusto on a spare flame. He put it between his lips and inhaled deeply, vapors filling his lungs. He exhaled as he walked down the driveway. He had no regrets.

[sleepyboizclub]

Forcing myself to make a main oc chart before i lose motivation♡

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Hello. HI. HIYA. :D

If you know me, You may know VERY well that i am mildly obsessed with oc making and stuff

BUT did you know i have a main group of ocs i favor?

MY MAIN 4 DIVINITY CHARS!!

My current cast for Divinity is like..huge.

But anyway, I realized: If i dont wanna make a huge chart of ALL the characters...

Why not just make one with only the main four + Some honorable mentions? Much better!!! And easier on my tired soul.

Am i motivated enough to write down their backstories yet? No. But take what you can get, People.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

Offical names!

*Plus nicknames!:

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Vixen Carrion

*Nicknames: X, Vix, The princess

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Corodite Igero (Ty to the friend that let me steal this lil guy ^^)

*Nicknames: Coro, Ziggy(?)

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Aidlyn Venison

*Nicknames: Lyn, Sniper

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TJ Kane (He doesn't deserve 2 colors. Can you tell i play favorites?)

*Nicknames: None, In particular.

Nnnnow that we got that outta the way!

THE ACTUAL CHART 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉

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How do the rest of the squad feel about...

Vixen?

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Aidlyn -> "Oh, Her? Ehh..We've been friends for a while! Met like two years ago! She's like.. literally if we had modern princesses. Do we have modern princesses...? Like... The ones that still dress fancy and stuff?"

Coro -> "She's.. kinda fun to be around? And really pretty, I guess. I like the dresses she makes too! Not my style, But i'm sure my little sister would wear something Vix made sometime..."

TJ -> "She's fucking AWESOME! This one time she taught me how to braid hair, and she's like, so so cool, and like, I'm lucky to be her friend, for real, Like-"

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What does the squad think of...

Coro?

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Tj -> "Not to like, Brag, But I'm literally his best friend. I think. I hope? We met in middle school. Isn't that like- Bond for life type shit? Staying friends this long GOTTA mean we're besties, yea?"

Vixen -> "Personally, I think he's pretty kind! I don't see why others don't! Sure...Maybe he could come off less...Persistant? And less of a smartass... But really, He's super sweet when he tries. If not a little awkward."

Aidlyn -> "The emo fuck is plain weird, genuinely. Vixen's way too nice to him, not gonna lie. If it wasn't for Hazel, I would have seriously done something about him by now..."

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What does the squad think of...

Aidlyn?

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Vixen -> "She's so rude sometimes, But she's still my friend! I wish she would be a bit more open, But Lyn just doesn't budge..heh. As long as she doesn't start drama, I guess I can't do anything."

TJ -> "She's SO scary with a gun. Who even GAVE her that!? I'M THE ONLY ONE WITH ACCESS TO THE WEAPONS! And she just...CARRIES ONE EVERYWHERE NOW? FROM WHERE? HOW? She's just fucking SCARY!"

Coro -> "...She won't leave me alone, for starters. She's like a stalker, damn it. I genuinely think she wants me dead, and no one does anything about it. Maybe if I got to her first..."

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What does the squad think about...

TJ?

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Coro: "I actually have...No clue why we're still friends. He just started following me like a dog one day. Does he even know we aren't friends? Just because he's been in my house once or twice isn't friendship... But i doubt he knows that."

Vixen -> "He's a fun training partner! Atleast he knows how to keep a mood light!☆ His luck is such a cool thing, too! I wish i could calculate it...It would make such a good study topic!"

Aidlyn -> "...Who? OHHH that guy. I don't give a shit about him. I barely remember his name, Honestly. He's friends with the freak, So I bet on all the shit I own he's equally fucked up."

Bonus:

How does their assigned Goddess (Hazel) feel about each of them?

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Vixen -> "Sometimes, I feel like she's the only one who takes training seriously. She actually wants to get better. I wouldn't be surprised if she surpassed the rest, no matter how much she misses out on."

Coro -> "A pain. In. My. ASS. Out of everyone, The gods chose HIM to give godhood to? Seriously, Did anyone think it through looking at this kid!? He doesn't even like Water, and it's his OWN DOMAIN!"

Aidlyn -> "If she spent more time practicing her real abilities and not with guns, I'm sure she'd be a powerful goddess indeed! Yet, She's not. For good reason."

TJ -> "Too eager to help out and ends up messing everything up in the process. I can't even entrust him with something as simple as cleaning! However, I guess he gets pity points for trying. The same can't be said for...others."

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SIGHH.

Almost lost motivation but i pushed through

(Shit like this is NOT for the weak. Aka me.)

Anyyyyways I'm definitely gonna try to talk about these silly guys more! (Love them so much eaughshhd)

[she-posts-nerdy-stuff]

Daughter of the Rain and Snow

Concept: Around ten years after the events of Crooked Kingdom, 25-year-old Captain Inej Ghafa frees Maya Olsen from a pleasure house in Ketterdam. Maya is looking for revenge against the man who put her in her position, a man who she knows nothing about except his name: Kaz Brekker.

Tags: @wraith--2 @lunarthecorvus @just2bubbly @real-fragments7 @cartoon-clifford @origami-butterfly @lady-a-stuff

Content Warnings: in more general terms I want to remind people to be aware of the nature of Kaz and Inej's experiences and relationship since even if I'm not directly addressing these things they tend to be implicit in any writing about them, but specifically to this chapter there's ptsd, imprisonment, violence, blood, gore, grief, and discussions of death.

Chapter 75 - Jesper

Getting Inej to the Slat wasn’t an entirely simplistic process, which probably shouldn’t have been surprising considering they’d struggled to get her down a flight of stairs, but it was still harder than Jesper had expected. He and Nina managed to lift her onto a slightly makeshift stretcher that they could carry her on, but it wasn’t easy and they found themselves continually falling behind Kaz as they followed him through the tunnel towards the Crow Club. Kaz hadn’t said a word the entire walk, and Jesper wasn’t sure if he ought to try and talk to him. Possibly that would make everything worse.

There was something inherently terrifying about seeing Inej of all people like this, and Jesper could not stand the desperate sensation inside him to look away. Before they’d left the house he’d stood over her for a minute in the quiet, trying to calm the frantic feeling bubbling through him. He gripped her limp fingers in his for a moment. For Inej, he could do anything.

“You sure you’re gonna be okay?” he’d asked Wylan as they stood opposite each other in the doorway.

“Right here waiting for you,” said Wylan, winding his arm around Jesper’s waist to pull him closer, “Are you?”

Jesper nodded.

“As ever,”

“Come back safe,”

“I’ll consider it,” Jesper teased, leaning towards him, “For you,”

“Jes…”

Their lips met for the briefest second. Jesper lifted a hand to Wylan’s cheek and felt the trace of a tear.

“Damn,” he whispered, “Didn’t think I was that bad a kisser,”

Wylan laughed softly, taking Jesper’s hand in his.

“Wylan, it’s gonna be…”

“I know. I know. Just bring Inej back safe - and Kiada. And you come home safe too, promise?”

I promise you-

Don’t say that.

Jesper pressed a kiss against the back of Wylan’s hand.

“Always,”

The Healer - Evan, Jesper had overheard his name as - was yet to arrive when their ramshackle little group reached the Slat, and it was more than obvious that Kaz was on edge.

“We got word he’s on his way,” said Anika, as she helped Nina and Jesper carry Inej up to the apartment on the top floor.

“Then where is he?” asked Kaz.

“Maybe he was with a client wh-”

“If he’s prioritising anything else right now then he’d better start praying,”

No-one said anything more. No-one was stupid enough.

They laid Inej on the bed, then Nina gently rolled her onto her side and arranged her limbs the same way as before. She’d undone the top button of Inej’s collar as well, and now quickly ran two fingers beneath the fabric around her neck to make sure it was loose enough for Inej to breathe easily.

“I’ll have Pim stay on the door for you,” Kaz told Nina as she crossed the room back to the group, “Just in case. Anika, you’re with us,”

“Where are we going?”

“Rollins’ safehouse,”

Anika looked at Inej, then back at Kaz.

“Now?”

“Now. Get Roeder and Vix, then-”

“Vix is on Ethan duty,”

Jesper frowned.

“Ethan duty?”

His confusion went unresolved.

“I doubt he’ll run,” said Kaz, “But stick Jhar on the door instead. We need about ten people with us,”

Anika looked wary, but she nodded and slipped around the door frame out of sight. The Healer had still not arrived and if Kaz had any patience left it was fraying quickly. He glanced at his pocket watch.

“We don’t have long left to get the girl,”

“Then I’ll go,” said Nina, “You stay with Inej, I-”

“No. We’ll leave now - if you’ve not heard from Evan in fifteen minutes, find Yara downstairs and send her to the White Rose to find him,”

“Kaz you should stay with her,”

“I have a job to do, Nina, and so do you so get on with it,”

Nina swallowed. She glanced at Jesper, but he had little more to offer her than a hesitant shrug.

“This is about getting Kiada back safely and protecting Inej,” she said

“Yes,” Kaz agreed, “It is,”

“And it is only about Kiada and Inej,”

Kaz smiled.

“Now, I’m afraid, you’ve lost me,”

“Kaz,”

“Nina, dear, I’ll only say this once more: you concern yourself with your job, and I’ll concern myself with mine. Jesper, let’s move,”

Jesper shot an apologetic look towards Nina’s exasperated one, then hurried to follow Kaz from the room. Kaz paused at the top of the stairs and turned back, frowning.

“I left my knife in the other room,” he said, which seemed about as suspicious a statement as he could’ve come up with.

They both knew damn well that Kaz was carrying at least two knives at any given moment, and there was no particular individual blade he might have forgotten in his apartment. But Jesper stayed quiet as Kaz moved back past him to the door. After a moment Nina appeared in the hallway as well, shaking out her shirt cuffs and looking thoroughly unimpressed.

“Did he actually just kick us out so he can say goodbye to Inej?”

“Of course he did,” said Jesper, “What did he tell you?”

“That he needed me to get a ledger from his office. A ledger. Right now,” she shook her head in disbelief, and Jesper laughed.

“Is it just me who remembers him being a better liar?”

Nina snorted.

“Where Inej is concerned? Never. You’re just terrible at reading people,”

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Rollins was hiding out a little farther south than the Slat and the Crow Club, a fact which Roeder had apparently discovered that night when Alby limped his way back from the Geldstradt.

“He took a long route,” Roeder explained as they walked, “went all the way past the embassies then up to the harbours before he came back down again. I thought he was trying to throw me off the scent, but it don’t seem like he noticed me,”

“What was he doing then?”

“Got me. What does he want with you and Brekker anyway?”

Jesper shrugged.

“To continue a vicious cycle?” he offered.

Roeder didn’t reply.

Kaz split the group into small teams; he would go in through the back with Vix and Rotty, Jesper, Anika, and Roeder were to approach from above by going through the building next door, and the rest would go in through the front or surround the building in case Alby tried to run. They weren’t sure if there would be anyone in the place except Alby and Kiada, but Kaz doubted it.

“Stay on guard,” he told Jesper as they parted, “but he doesn't trust anyone, and based on the numbers we took out at yours I doubt he has many others in waiting,”

Jesper nodded.

“No mourners,” said Anika.

“No funerals,”

The words echoed briefly through the group, and then Kaz was gone and Jesper was moving quickly away.

The building next door to Alby’s was a safehouse of the Liddies, not currently in use but Anika told Jesper that they’d set a deal for short term use of the space just in case. Jesper frowned; when had this deal been made? And based on the state of the Crow Club, what would Kaz have to trade? They slipped inside and straight up the stairs, then waited until the signal from Vix to cross to the next window. Roeder crossed first and picked the lock, the thirty seconds it took him only reminding Jesper just how skilled Kaz was with his picks, and then Jesper and Anika followed him into the building. As the others began to try the doors nearest to them, Jesper hurried straight up to the third floor.

The doors to the first two rooms he checked weren’t locked, but he slipped inside and called Kiada’s name anyway. The third door he tried just rattled on its hinges and he was about to try cracking the lock when Anika’s voice rose from the stairwell. He only caught the end of her sentence:

“…think we’ve got her,”

He ran downstairs to where Roeder was almost finished picking another lock. He ushered the others back and opened the door slowly, leaning round the edge before he slipped inside and pushed the door to swing almost shut behind him.

It was a small room, bare of furniture save for a spindly chair with a sheet thrown over it on one corner and a cobweb-ridden trunk pushed up against it, with no lights and no window. A sudden banging sound from the room next door shivered through the tight space, and the girl crouching in the darkness flinched.

“Kiada?”

She sat in the farthest corner of the room, knees held up to her chest and her hands hidden somewhere behind them. At first he wasn’t sure if she’d heard him; she shuffled slightly, pressing closer to the walls she leant against, but did not look up until after a moment had passed. She turned slowly, her wide, frightened eyes meeting his in the dark.

“Kiada, thank the Saints,” he breathed, “Are you okay? Did he hurt you?”

Jesper moved forwards and Kiada pushed herself back against the wall, screwing her eyes shut. He froze.

“We’re getting out of here,” he whispered, “I promise you,”

Don’t say that. Please.

She stared at him. And after a moment, she lifted one of her hands above her lap so he could see the heavy iron shackles on her wrists.

I’m gonna string that bastard up, thought Jesper as he traced the chain with his eyes.

It ran across the floor behind her, he’d missed it in the shadows until now, and disappeared through a small hole at the base of the wall.

“He has the other end?”

She nodded.

“Alright, I should be able to get you out; Can I come over to you?”

There was a moment of hesitation before Kiada nodded again. Jesper approached slowly and knelt down in front of her. He let her reach her hands out to his instead of taking them, and inspected the shackles cautiously. They were too thick for him to break with any ease and he didn’t have anything to meld into a lockpick - not that he was sure he knew what he was doing with one anyway. He could probably separate the cuffs from the chains though; he’d be leaving Kiada with a set of heavy, unwelcome bracelets to figure out how to get rid of later, but at least she’d be able to run. He took a breath.

A diagonal slice of his hand snapped the first link in the chain off her left hand, and a second did the right. Kiada jumped, then closed her eyes for a moment and flexed her fingers.

“You’re zowa,” she whispered, staring at him like she’d seen a ghost.

Jesper pulled the broken chains away from her wrists.

“I’m sorry I can’t do more than that right now,” he said, “But I’ll get them off when we’re home, alright?”

“Thank you,”

Jesper stood up and brushed a few pieces of grime off his trousers, then offered Kiada his hand. He wasn’t sure she’d take it, but she clung to him firmly and stayed close every step he took. They slipped from the room together and onto the landing, where several of the Dregs were waiting. Kaz’s group must have moved up here as well. Kiada gripped his hand tighter and Jesper heard the anxious spike in the air as her breath caught in her throat.

“It’s okay,” he murmured, “Sorry I should’ve told you they were here. They’re with us,”

Kiada said nothing.

“Where’s Kaz?”

Rotty opened his mouth, but before he’d had a chance to answer Kaz appeared from the room next to the one Jesper and Kiada had just emerged from. There was blood on his clothes and splattered across his face, but more notably he was dragging Alby Rollins along with him by his collar. The head of Kaz’s cane was pressed against Alby’s neck, Jesper would’ve called it a pretty safe guess to say his nose was broken, and when Kaz released him and shoved him onto his knees the boy spat blood onto the floor. He tried to get up but met a hard crack from Kaz’s cane straight across his chest and coughed hard.

Jesper felt Kiada’s grip on his hand tighten.

When Alby drew a knife from his sleeve the entire building seemed to snap alert, the Dregs reached for their various weapons and Jesper, Rotty, and Anika all moved to step forwards before Kaz gave them the briefest shake of his head. Jesper recognised the dark gleam in Kaz’s eyes and lightly placed a hand on Kiada’s shoulder.

“Don’t look,” he murmured, gently redirecting her.

Jesper did look. It wasn’t pretty.

He watched Alby’s blood spill onto the floorboards. He saw Esme falling.

Alby was somehow still breathing. He clambered slowly to his feet, joints cracking loud enough to make Kiada flinch at Jesper’s side. By this point he’d lost his knife, kicked across the floor by Kaz and collected by Rotty, but apparently he just really didn’t know when to stop. Within the entire next minute Jesper only counted two blows actually landing on Kaz, and lost track of how many landed on Alby. The pair ended up vanishing back through the door they’d come through, and Jesper hesitated.

He should go. He should take Kiada home and he should go back to Inej.

Jesper had never been good at doing what he should.

“Anika!” Jesper beckoned her across the landing, then turned to Kiada, “This is Anika, she’s going to walk with you just a few streets to a building with a grey façade, okay? You’ll know it when you see it - The boards are tilted at the front so it looks like it’s leaning on the building next to it. She’ll take you upstairs and Inej and Nina will be there, alright? And then I’ll either see you there or back at the house,”

Kiada stared at him for a moment, and then gave the barest nod. Jesper took the win.

“Okay, Anika, this is Kiada. Take her back to the Slat and don’t leave her until Nina or Inej are able to take over for you. She’s your responsibility,”

Anika nodded, and Jesper began to turn away before he paused and shot a look back over his shoulder to Anika.

“And if anything happens to her you’re dead in the water, and I will personally see to that. Okay?”

Anika raised her eyebrows, then nodded before she turned to Kiada and started directing her down the hallway. Jesper looked back towards the door. He could still hear Kaz and Alby in the next room and he could still feel Esme’s blood on his hands.

Esme, look at me, you’re going to be okay. I promise you-

Don’t say that. Please. I don’t want to make you break it.

Jesper breathed.

I’m sorry.

He was going to get answers. And he was going to make that bastard pay.