Hi! This is Daydreams speaking. I am the mod of this ask blog and I welcome you in! :3c This ask blog features many of my original characters in the Slashfic fandom.
But! Before I introduce them to you, let me show you around! :D
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Ask Blog Status: ACTIVE
Ask Box: OPEN / CLOSED
Reason (if CLOSED): None
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Ask Blog Features: None
NSFW?: YES / NO
Suggestive Asks?: YES / NO
Magic Anons?: YES / NO
Roleplaying?: YES / NO
Ongoing Events?: None
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Characters:
Twisted Themis (Eudoxia Dalisay-Anderson)
Twisted Themis (Danae Dalisay)
Cohan Anderson Jr.
Ruth Dalisay-Anderson
Gregory Lee Nelson (Pride)
Eliasz Lewandowski (Wrath)
SrA Deja Lewis (Envy)
Manea Temarii (Lust)
Hikari Akiyama (Gluttony)
Avarice Quinton (Greed)
Rafiq Ajam (Sloth)
Note: The characters will not have sprites for the meantime. I shall update this note sooner or later.
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Do not interact with this ask blog if you support sexism, racism, homophobia, transphobia, and/or ableism.
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I finally drew Themis' birthday special! HEHEHEHE happiest birthday to my beloved daughter(s)! It's been a great journey to see her thrive after a year 🥹🥹
Also thank you for the people's fanarts! It's amazing to see the love and appreciation Themis receives! 🫶
Deja strolls around the place with sharp eyes, her hand on the holster while the other held on a screwdriver. She carefully scans her surroundings. Where was she?
She ends up finding two people. They were both black. A sigh of relief comes out of her lips before she starts approaching them.
"Good morning, sir, ma'am." Deja greets them, her voice firm. "Do you know the name of this place? I happened to be unfamiliar around here."
— SrA Deja Lewis ( @doctemi-and-friends 🌟 )
At the sight of that uniform, Silas and Selene were on immediate alert. Neither had much love for authority or the government. Selene took charge immediately, the more social of the twins. She put on a polite smile.
“Mornin’. You’ve happened to find your way to the Emerson Speakeasy… somehow.”
Silas loomed silently behind his sister, eyes barely visible through the bear mask. Selene just took a drag of her cigar, eyes gleaming.
Deja closes her eyes for a moment. She stares at them, two-colored irises gleaming behind her hawk mask. At the mention of the speakeasy, her lips curve into a frown.
A speakeasy... isn't that a thing back in the 1920s? Deja thought.
"I see," she nods at Selene. "May I ask the date today?"
Themis comes in the room, smiling fondly at Marivi. She doesn't appear to have the labrys with her, which is a good thing. Instead, she was holding a basket.
"I see you've created your own ask blog as well, hm? That's a great thing, hon."
She hands Marivi a basket. It was filled with an assortment of sweets—candies, chocolates, gummies, you name it! A romance novel also sits with the sweets.
"This is all for you, dear. This is also a 'hello' on your Auntie Nana's behalf." Themis chuckles softly.
"Ay dios mio! Thanks!!"
Marivi didn't hesitate for a second before taking the basket; in fact, she began to enthusiastically stir the contents upon seeing so many sweets.
"Everything looks delicious 🤤, tho I wish this place was all mine, unfortunately I have to share it and the worst part is that another one is on the way... (~￣³￣)~"
The young woman rolled her eyes as she muttered the last part, before turning her gaze back to Themis and smiling enthusiastically still holding the basket.
"But nothing I can't handle, ja!
Now I'd better hide this; I don't want Sebastian or Dolores stealing my candy."
For the Andersons and Themis: What are your favorite things about each other?
The Sins look at each other for a moment.
"To be honest, kid, I don't really remember. And it's not my memory messin' with me." Gregory replies as he scratches the back of his neck.
"I think we just found each other when we woke up. The Darkness has told us that 'we were to work as one for it' or something like that." Deja follows, her arms crossed over her chest.
Avarice shrugs, giving an uncaring smile. "Guess we'll never know!"
Cohan seems surprised. So did Ruth. Themis couldn't help but laugh at their faces. "Is this your first ask, hon?"
"Yeah, it is," her husband smiles sheepishly before he straightens his tie. "I didn't expect it, but I'm up for a question. My favorite thing about my ladies? It's their eyes. Eudie's eyes are a beautiful silver, and Ruth's blue ones remind me of grandmama."
"For me, it's their hands. I like holding Cohan's hands—they're warm and they make me feel safe. Ruth's hands held my finger when she was just a baby, and I still think about how much she's grown..."
Ruth pauses, trying to think of a good answer. Finally, she speaks up.
"... I like their hugs. When mom and dad hug me, everything feels right. B—But now, just sometimes! I don't need hugs all the time."
Cohan and Themis could only laugh at Ruth's answer. "That's our girl."
"Hello again, Art. We meet again. I'd like to give you something."
Themis (Eudoxia) hands him a hand basket—inside was a bottle of red wine, a bottle of fruit juice for Fruitfly, and some tasty goods from the market. She smiles at him.
"Danae and I thought it would be nice to give you something. Please, enjoy them."
— Twisted Themis ( @doctemi-and-friends 🌟)
"Awww thanks sugar!" He smiled as the fruit basket was handed over. "Ya sweet as pie, ya know that? I really appreciate it."
"Keep doin me favors like that and it'll take a lifetime to repay 'em." he joked.
“Oh y’know the usual business, nothin’ astray,” Art replied. He popped open the bottle of wine and took a swig before offering it to Themis.
“And of course that girl is runnin wild like usual,” he gave a brief chuckle, “She got out of her pen last night… again.”
Art hesitated, it seemed like he was holding something back. However all he did was let out a forced chuckle as he leaned against the fence, “But that’s enough about me.”
“How’s it been with ya, old girl? No slashers givin ya trouble?”
"Hello again, Art. We meet again. I'd like to give you something."
Themis (Eudoxia) hands him a hand basket—inside was a bottle of red wine, a bottle of fruit juice for Fruitfly, and some tasty goods from the market. She smiles at him.
"Danae and I thought it would be nice to give you something. Please, enjoy them."
— Twisted Themis ( @doctemi-and-friends 🌟)
"Awww thanks sugar!" He smiled as the fruit basket was handed over. "Ya sweet as pie, ya know that? I really appreciate it."
"Keep doin me favors like that and it'll take a lifetime to repay 'em." he joked.
Rafiq stares at her with a nonchalant face, but his eyes say otherwise. They were hardened like stone, as well as fiery with caution.
"We meet again."
— Rafiq Ajam ( @doctemi-and-friends 🌟 )
"Uncle!" Sko-Ella grinned, tilting her head as she gave a mocking bow. "Finally chose to say Hi I see."
She rose, the gleam of icy-blue eyes barely visible through her mask, "Y'know... I really don't appreciate it when others run from me. And you've been running a mighty long time..."
Rafiq's eyes narrow slightly at Sko-Ella, his lips seemingly curving downwards. He closes his eyes for a moment before opening them once again.
"I had to. You've been chasing me since you saw me in the Scandinavia."
"Hello again, Art. We meet again. I'd like to give you something."
Themis (Eudoxia) hands him a hand basket—inside was a bottle of red wine, a bottle of fruit juice for Fruitfly, and some tasty goods from the market. She smiles at him.
"Danae and I thought it would be nice to give you something. Please, enjoy them."
— Twisted Themis ( @doctemi-and-friends 🌟)
"Awww thanks sugar!" He smiled as the fruit basket was handed over. "Ya sweet as pie, ya know that? I really appreciate it."
"Keep doin me favors like that and it'll take a lifetime to repay 'em." he joked.
(( it's been a while since I've been here, and I'd like to make an amazing announcement! ))
(( the creator of @buggys-slashfic-ocs and I have came to the agreement that Arthur "Art" Clark and Twisted Themis (the psychiatrist) will be in an established relationship! In a few words, they will be dating! ))
(( I'm more than excited to make more interactions between them, and I hope the same for everyone. That's all for now. See you all soon! ))
This is an ask blog for my slashfic ocs, run by The Buggy himself o7
On that note, I have also never run an ask blog before so I might make mistakes and shall be learning as I go but I hope ya enjoy regardless 🙏
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Rules:
Be respectful when sending asks
If you're roleplaying, please indicate that with quotation marks
No nsfw asks, suggestive is allowed with limitations (case-by-case basis)
Most of my slashfic ocs are history-based so sensitive topics such as slavery, racism, genocide, colonialism, and suicide/self-harm might be brought up. DNI if these topics make you uncomfortable.
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Characters:
Arthur "Art" Clark - The cowboy slasher (1970s)
The Emerson Twins: Silas and Selene (1920s)
The Wise Men: Wematin (1200s), Kiezu (1600s), and Aodhán (1760s)
Character(s): Twisted Themis (Danae Dalisay), SrA Deja Lewis, military NPCs
Pairing(s): Dejanae (Deja x Danae)
Writing Style: Short Story (875 words)
Genre: fluff, hurt/comfort
Warning(s): description of war, deaths, mentions of gunshots, mentions of nuclear bombs
Note: Hooray! This is my very first yuri fic of my OCs, Danae and Deja! I'm so obsessed with my girls sm I js LOVE writing stuff abt em hehehe Enjoy the read, yuri enjoyers!
Danae wakes up to the sounds of war.
She opens her eyes to find chaos, bodies and blood scattered across the battlefield. She hears the shouts of numerous soldiers, the booming noises of gunshots, and the loud bomb of nuclear attacks. Danae wonders how she got there. She tries to move, to speak, anything.
Nothing.
The woman saw a military aircraft in front of her. The airmen started going inside, men and women in their air force uniforms. Amongst the group, she saw one person that she recognized a lot.
Deja. She was instructing the soldiers on what to do, her pose calm but her voice alarmed. The soldiers salute to her command and off they fly to the warzone.
Dee! Dee! I'm here!
Danae watches as the aircraft flies high in the maroon skies, dropping bombs and sending missiles to the enemy's side. She felt admiration and worry for her woman. She wanted to move her feet and join her somehow, but her body still refused to do so.
She kept watching until—
KABOOM!
Danae’s eyes instantly grew wide when the aircraft Deja and the others were in was hit by missiles, causing a fatal injury to the aircraft’s system. The soldiers tried to abort, but the aircraft's fall was faster. It crashed down to the ground with the airmen who were inside.
“EMERGENCY!” The airmen immediately began calling for the others to help the soldiers. A medic joined the rescue, too. But as soon as they arrived at the aircraft, all of the airmen—including Deja—were pronounced dead on the spot. Danae watches helplessly, still unable to move. Her chest became painfully tight and her eyes began to water. She wanted to yell her name, but not a sound came out of her mouth.
Deja! Deja! Goddamn it! Don't go!
Tears endlessly roll down her cheeks as her legs give up on her, causing her to fall on the ground. She finally rushes to Deja. She doesn't look at the soldiers, nor the ongoing war. She doesn't even hear the sound of it anymore.
She needed Deja. She needed her.
Deja! Honey! I'm here!
She sobs as she reaches her. She holds the airman's limp body, burying her face into his shoulder. She screams out in grief, only to be muffled by another bomb. She holds her tight as if she might dissolve into thin air once she lets go.
Her world was shattered. Not because of the war, but because she lost the woman that mattered to her the most.
…
Danae jolts up from bed, her chest heaving as cold sweat drips from her brows. Her cheeks were stained with tears from all that crying. The room felt like it was spinning. Everything was such a blur.
“D—Deja…!”
The woman quickly turned to her side, but her stomach dropped when she was only met with an empty space. She shakes her head, biting her lip as another sob escapes her lips. She hugs her knees tightly while grief and pain consumes her entirely.
The door swings open. “Danae?”
The weeping woman looked up, and there she saw Deja. She was alive and well, standing right on the bedroom door. “Nae, are you crying?”
“DEJA!” Danae hops off the bed, not wasting a second as tackles the airman into her arms. She sobs loudly on the woman's shoulder, her shaking hands desperately clutching on her clothes. “You're still here… fucking hell, I thought… I thought you…”
Deja was quick to realize what brought her girlfriend into this state. She hugs her back, just as tight as Danae's embrace. The woman presses a kiss on her cheek, then on her shoulder. “Don't fret, hon,” she whispers, “I'm still here.”
For a long moment, the women just held each other in silence. Danae's sobs have turned into sniffles now, but Deja still chose not to let go. It has been two weeks since Deja returned from a war, and Danae throughout the wait has made her paranoid. Eudoxia and Art do their best to give her comfort, but she just wouldn't calm down until Deja was home.
“I've always been afraid,” Danae whispers, breaking the silence, “that you won't be getting back home. I know you're prepared but—”
“Nae.” Deja shushes her gently. “There's nothing to worry about. I'm back home. We're okay.”
Danae simply hums. She looks up at Deja. Gray meets green. She laughs at herself. “I'm fifty-seven for fuck's sake, but I act like some lovesick teenage girl.”
Deja smiles, caressing her thumb against her girlfriend's cheek. “I'm forty-two, and I've never felt so young when I'm with you.”
She leans into Danae, which she reciprocates. Their lips brush against each other, warmth and reassurance now flowing through their veins. They pull away slowly, then they laugh.
“I love you,”
“I love you more,”
The women climbed back up in bed. Deja holds Danae near her chest while the woman relishes the comfortable position they are in. Slowly but surely, Danae was drifting back to a peaceful sleep.
Deja watches her sleep for a few minutes before sleep also consumes her. Tonight, she was just glad to be back home. She promises internally that she won't be letting go of Danae tomorrow.
