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Hello there~

If you want to learn more about me after this post, don't be afraid to ask! Just... Don't make it weird or inappropriate!

So!

I'm Reno/Jodi, and I am a Genderfluid 17 year old. I used she/he/they pronouns!

If you recognise my user, I have been on Wattpad by this user before, and also Discord. I am a Fandub VA for various characters, the most notable ones being Lord Diavolo, Genderbent Jade Leech (TWICE ✨), and Dire Crowley (Again, twice!!!) I also voice Jamil Viper, Trey Clover, Genderbent Mozus Trein and Genderbent Falena Kingscholar. This is purely as it stands!

I am in a multitude of fandoms, including Final Fantasy (7/15/16), Twisted Wonderland, Obey Me, Demon Slayer, Genshin Impact, Criminal Minds and Shadowhunters... Just to name a few.

I am also British! So if I have some "incorrect" spellings, I don't. It's just the British way of spelling the word(s).

Any more questions? Drop them!

This server is mine and my friend's ^^

As you can see, it's a Worldwide Cosplay server. The primary language is English, but if we get any non-english members, I'm more than happy to add channels for them!!

Thank you to Sky for advertising it ^^

𝕮𝖔𝖘𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖞 𝕶𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖉𝖔𝖒

Does thee wish to partake in this kingdom's activities and events?

Hello and welcome to "Cosplay Kingdom", a server fit for all cosplaying monarchs and their noble supporters (Yes, that's you and your friends/family!)

It does not matter if you are from the small islands of the world, or from giant landmasses of it - this server allows a worldwide list of cosplayers and supporters alike.

The Jester may make a joke here and there, so do be mindful of them!

Well, the carriage is here...

Wish to accept the servant's hand and take a ride to the 𝕮𝖔𝖘𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖞 𝕶𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖉𝖔𝖒?

come join my friends cosplay server and make it more active!! We’d love to have you! (dm me if the link expires!!)

Space: Nightmares

Fandom: Original Work

AU?: N/A

Extra: Original characters again, whoop whoop!!

Warnings: Abuse, Blood mentioned, death, lifeless bodies referred to as dolls

Tag: @badthingshappenbingo

A Nightmare For Death

Trembling with both sections of his tail in his mouth, chewing on scales and leathery flesh, the boy remained as silent as possible. The tiny safe room his mother had installed into his room was a secret to that monster of a man. Why was he doing this? Young, little Mortalitas had done nothing wrong!

"C'mon brat, I know you're in this house somewhere!"

Still, he remained silent, daring to peer into the little view slot that he had so he could see if he was safe. He had to cover his mouth to stifle a scream. That was his mother... Dead. Lifeless. Being dragged like a pathetic doll by her clothes. Of course, the stifled scream didn't go unnoticed, and Mortalitas panicked as his hidey hole was approached.

The man, his father, or at least he's supposed to call this wretched man, had an expression that was more gnarled than an old iron gate. A vile, violent, vicious man who didn't understand the concept of love unless it required forceful and mercilessly hands. Not that it was love, and young, little Mortalitas knew that.

But when the little hidey hole was revealed, everything changed. The body was no longer his mother's, but rather instead his husband's. No... That wasn't possible... His husband wouldn't have been killed. Right? RIGHT? But alas, the clothing was now the Prince's official attire, ripped and shredded. The tri-coloured hair - blonde, baby blue and pastel pink - was matted with blood, the usually lively body language rendered down to the same movements of a ragdoll.

Similarly, his father was no longer his father. For one, his father did not have brown hair like the mud of a floodplain, shaggy and unkempt. His father didn't have grey, steel eyes that held not even one sane moral behind them. His father wasn't a mindless, cruel human, who's only concern was experimentation and torture. But yes, the man had changed too. Clad in a white lab coat stained red, with larger gloves of that sickening doctors' blue, a sneer plastered like a smile on his face - the CEO and lead scientist of the country's biggest threat.

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Waking with a startled gasp, the king stared at the ceiling with his chest heaving. His usually playful and unserious partner sat up beside him, a gentle hand on his shoulder.

"Mortal...?"

The king could only sit up himself, and hold onto Jester with a vice hug, refusing to let him go. Jester held Mortalitas in return, securely in his arms where no one could dare to hurt him. Jester wasn't too clued up on Mortalitas' childhood, but he had a few ideas of what had occurred for his kingly lover. He never pried for the information but this was clearly more than his past.

"Mortal, dear...?"

"... You were dead... He killed you..."

The usually manic prince could only hold his beloved tighter. He knew that Mortalitas had lost almost everyone in his life, and he knew that he feared losing Jester. He made the attempt to soothe him, gentle hands raking through surprisingly untangled hair of a white, purple and black combination. It was painful, watching him struggle with no way for Jester to help. If only he could take away all that horror, pain, trauma, terror... Everything that his beloved ever suffered. But of course, that isn't possible. Jester can only hold him while he sobs, gut-wrenching heaves of his chest as his hands cling tightly to Jester. Sounds that no one ever wants to hear from anyone. Sounds that no matter what happens, you want to protect them with your whole being.

And, despite his lesser power, Jester would throw himself in harms way for the man in his arms.

I'm not apologising to my TWST Moots :)

Im still on my Crowley is Levan/Revan bullshit, and now I made myself sad abuvfblvksdt

AllTober Day 2: "It's All Your Fault!"

Contains: Mentioned Death, Maybe OOC, fights, hatred

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Characters: Diluc Ragnvindr, Kaeya Alberich, Mentioned Cerpus Ragnvindr

Diluc stood before an injured Kaeya, his trusty Wolves Gravestone ready to strike. His back was to the cavalry captain, his dangerous red eyes locked onto the advancing hilichurls.

"Diluc?" Kaeya strained, slowly getting back up off the ground.

"Stay down, Kaeya" Diluc demanded. He was not losing Kaeya like he had Cerpus all those years ago.

He had blamed Kaeya then. Blamed Kaeya that he was the reason Cerpus died. He now knew better. His father had tried to leave the Fatui. His own father had been a Harbinger. And they didn't like him trying to leave.

It was years ago. And Diluc could still hear the echo of his words that night.

"It's all your fault! All of it! It's all your fault!"

He was a fight away from losing Kaeya.

It was time to right his wrongs.

"Kaeya, don't die on me..."

"What?"

"Don't die on me...

That night was never your fault, brother"

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Ooo tagged let's go!

3 Ships: JadeTrey (TWST), CidClive (FFXVI) and Malec (Shadowhunters)

First Ship: Gladnis (Gladiolus x Ignis {FFXV}) which I still ship!

Last Song: Figured You Out (Nickelback)

Last Movie: The Crow

Currently Reading: THIRDS by Charlie Cochet

Currently Watching: Record Of Ragnarok

Currently Consuming: Will be consuming a beautiful Sunday Roast

Currently Craving: Nothing particular

Tags: @bonpocalypse @bunchoflimes @twistyyyyyyyyboo @thegayafgoat and whoever the fuck else wants to hop onto it 🫶

9 people you would like to get to know better

tysm for the tag @alexmey-does-an-arts!

1. 3 ships; bowuigi, metadede, heavy/medic(I forget the name lol)

2. first ever ship; alphyne

3. last song; Ghost Cowboys by Louie Zong

4. last movie; Midsommar. That was…something

5. currently reading; Dante and Aristotle discover the secrets of the universe. Pretty fire

6. currently watching; JCS criminal psychology

7. currently consuming; nothing

8. currently craving; Iced Cream. About to go get it. I know there’s mind chip in my freezer (:

9 people to tag; @littlegreenwyvy, @garf-official, @d1nosaurpower, @tractor-inside-joke-fucker, @junkydoodlez, @seacrown, @neldu-nak, @darkcanid19, @stormyykat

"You- you're just the Hellsing family's DOG!!!"

"If I'm a dog... Then you must be dog food..."

TRIGGER WARNING AHEAD: EYES

Alucard and Baskerville (Hellsing)

AllTober Day 5 - "I'm Not Going Anywhere"

Contains: Self-Harm, Alcohol, Suicidal Intentions, Kunikidazai

Fandom: Bungo Stray Dogs

Characters: Kunikida Doppo, Dazai Osamu

It wasn't uncommon for Dazai to attempt to kill himself - he even went as far as to call it a hobby. There was no meaning to life in Dazai's mind, so why would he live something with no meaning? Dazai witnessed murder, abuse and every other crime you could think, and also committed a large number of them as well. Even so, for some reason, someone cared.

In the Port Mafia, it was Odasaku. Even if Oda saw that there was no life or ambition behind the dead of Dazai's eyes, he still cared about Dazai. If it wasn't for Oda, Dazai would never have left the mafia.

Now, it was his work partner, Kunikida Doppo. But Kunikida was different. Kunikida specifically would find a section of his perfect schedules, and that section would be 'check on Dazai'. He would dress Dazai's wounds, make sure Dazai ate, and see it that Dazai slept. All before Kunikida would focus on himself.

Today was no different. Kunikida was in Dazai's apartment, at the same time everyday. He stood at Dazai's cooker, making the former mafia member something to eat. Unfortunately, Kunikida hadn't gotten there before Dazai had drank a few too many - and Kunikida had yet to find out.

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"Why do you help me?" Dazai blurted out after he'd eaten what Kunikida made. The mathematician was in the midst of redressing Dazai's wounds, some old and some new - most self-inflicted, few accidental.

"Sorry?" Kunikida was confused, no doubt.

"Why do you help me?" Dazai repeated. He tilted his head, laid on the back of the couch, towards Kunikida.

"Why shouldn't I? You're worth the same care as everyone else" Kunikida replied, finishing with wrapping Dazai's arm, moving round to the other.

"Am I? You know what I've done... It's punishment is it not?" Dazai stared at his ceiling as he said this.

"You've proven you can and have changed, Dazai. Yes, you drive me nuts, but when you don't it leaves me concerned. You're not the kid you were, alright?" Kunikida said with a tone that only a teacher could manage, using his ability to get another reel of bandage, realising he'd ran out.

"Heh, and I'm the crazy one... You're insane if you think that makes anything better" Dazai grumbled, watching Kunikida.

"Never said it made what happened better. However, you're helping in an effort to make Yokohama safer".

"Kunikida..."

Kunikida glanced up from behind his glasses, finishing the other arm. He immediately noticed that Dazai had tears rolling steadily down his face.

"... Why of all people do you keep me as your partner...?"

"You're more than a damn partner Dazai, and you know that. You're a part of me as I am a part of you" Kunikida moved to sit beside Dazai, pulling the shorter detective into a hug. Outside of Kunikida's usual actions, yes, but it would happen occasionally and Dazai would relax into it. Dazai fell silent, before wrapping his arms around Kunikida, sending the ex-teacher onto his back, only so Dazai could rest his head on Kunikida's chest. He would do this when he got like this - lay and listen to Kunikida's heart, and fall asleep to it, knowing that he would be safe.

"I'm not going anywhere, Dazai. I'm here to stay".

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Space: Hidden Scar

Fandom: Original Work

AU?: N/A

Extra: Original characters again, whoop whoop!!

Warnings: Stabbings, self blame, attack, bodily harm

Tag: @badthingshappenbingo

The Warden Of Jejivan High Security Prison

The prison warden was an intimidating man, a tall fae with horns that looked sharper than a freshly sharpened blade. With his uniform and his flawless face, every inmate and worker within the prison assumed that was just how he was - a cold, physically flawless man who gave no sympathy. But, this couldn't be further from the truth.

Fëanor sat in his office with camera screens humming away to his left, his fountain pen scratching the page. He was leaning stressfully on his desk, his hand on his head and his elbow on the desk's surface, practically holding his head up. A new inmate had recently been put into solitary confinement, and the inmate was someone that Fëanor had known in the past. "How was the funeral...? Oh right, you couldn't attend, you were in a hospital bed... Kinda deserved considering you let my brother die...". Those had been the inmate's taunting words to Fëanor when they had arrived. The words that echoed through the warden's mind. Fëanor had to hold himself back from lashing out, keeping his cool.

He hadn't let anyone die, and if he could, he'd save all the victims he was unable to save. The inmate's brother was a victim to a case that had taken three teams of profilers and federal police to hunt down the criminal responsible. Fëanor was no stranger to the blame being put on him for 'not finding the criminal quicker', but he'd not expected the inmate to attack him - actually why the inmate was there, the only reason it'd taken so long to arrest him was because Fëanor hadn't been able to confirm who attacked him until the day prior to the inmate's arrival.

The attack was nothing special, except it'd been executed well. Fëanor had been at home when it happened, the attacker somehow breaking in with stealth akin to a vampire's. It'd started with the click of a gun being loaded to fire while Fëanor wasn't looking. The fae had looked at his assailant at that point, the gun firing and missing Fëanor by mere millimetres, the warden not even flinching. Silence had followed for a good few moments, until crashes of bodies falling into tables resonated through the room. The warden had fought back as much as he could, the assailant fighting tooth and nail to tire Fëanor out before slamming the battle of the pistol into the fae's jaw. The pain was dizzying, Fëanor's focus and concentration destroyed. Unable to fight back, Fëanor had no way to stop every sink of a blade into his body - arms, chest, stomach, legs - but all aimed perfectly so Fëanor wouldn't definitely die, but left enough of a chance it could happen. The assailant had leapt out of Fëanor's window by the time his neighbours came to him, having heard the commotion.

He'd been hospitalised for weeks afterwards, stitched up and hooked to wires and painkillers. He still felt the ache of the wounds through the painkillers, but any stronger of a dosage would kill him.

Fëanor hid the scars of the incident, feeling ashamed and full of self-hatred when he saw them himself. He hated it. If his teams and he had figured out who the criminal was sooner, his attacker's brother would still be alive. And, for once in his life, Fëanor blamed himself for it. He blamed himself, believing he deserved the attack, since he failed to save that guy.

No one knew about what happened to him, aside from his neighbours, and Fëanor planned to keep it that way. What would people think? The warden of Jejivan's most notorious prison being unable to defend himself? He'd be a laughing stock and a target.

The prison warden was an intimidating man, a tall fae with horns that looked sharper than a freshly sharpened blade. With his uniform and his flawless face, every inmate and worker within the prison assumed incorrectly about him - yes he was cold, but he was also scarred and ashamed, afraid to admit it aloud.

Rotten Escape

Space: They're Coming For Me

Fandom: Original Work

AU?: N/A

Extra: This, like the other entries, is my own world and characters. This one's a little shorter than the others

Warnings: Brief descriptions of rotting, death

Tag: @badthingshappenbingo

No light to trust, for the moon gave no cover to the girl as she stumbled over roots. Run... Just keep running: that's what she kept telling herself. She could hear their voices, shouting to bring her back. Back to that white room with nothing but a minimal bed and a restraint system in case she got violent.

She was 8. Permanently 8. That's why they wanted her body as it slowly rotted away from her bones. They wanted sick, sick answers that she would refuse to be the subject of. They weren't welcome here. They landed and never disappeared. 8 years old and she ran through a woodland full of a misty blanket. Home. That's where she needed to get. To wriggle through the gnarled gates of the citadel grounds, and beg for help. Beg someone to tell her father that she was home.

She reached the gate, and almost as soon as she had, the gate swung over and she was hauled off the ground into the arms of a man. Pale tri-coloured hair was all it took for her to know that she was safe.

"You're safe, Cas, you're safe", the voice of one of her fathers rang through her ears and she lifted her head slightly. She saw the gleam of metal walk by, slow and deadly. Far too curious for her own good, she turned her head to watch as the woosh of air was met with the wet squelch of flesh and blood. A few thuds followed, presumably heads of the bodies that collapsed down to the floor.

"They were coming for me...", the forever young girl spoke, staring at the bodies outside the gate. They had been so close to getting her. Broke from her staring by a hand on her head, she looked up to the gentle brown eyes of her second father.

"They will never have you, Cassie, not if I have anything to say about it".