#simon oc

[mercuryfeverdream]

(OH BTW HAPPY NEW YEAR GUYS)

I can't think of an actual title that will make sense in the regular format so it's

Conventional Yandere Simon x unconventional blood darling

Inspiration: himenospia, arachnid (both are manga). Hint: custom world settings at it again

You love the fandom of yanderes but...now you're trapped in one's house?! Fuck.

"I'm Simon, do you remember me? I was at one of the tables you served yesterday." Simon is smiling, his grey eyes fixates on you intensely.

"I- I do." You do remember him. A tall, handsome blonde guy with a friendly demeanor and tipped well, but that's not exactly why.

Yesterday at work, you cut your hand in the kitchen by accident and your blood dripped into his soup. You mentally debated for 5 minutes and between being fired on the spot (if you report your error) and potentially being fired (if he discover the blood), you chose to let a customer - Simon ingest your blood.

It was tomato soup, no one's gonna notice. You patched your wound quickly after and spent the rest of the day feeling guilty as hell.

Then today, you suddenly woke up here, in Simon's house. You look down, Simon follows your line of sight and sees the handcuffs cuffing your legs together.

"Oh, I'm sorry, sweetheart, it was the only thing I could find in such a haste."

"Um...Simon..."

"Yes?"

With all your Yandere knowledge combined, you quickly come up with a plan:

"You like me r-right? My name is y/n and, I don't mind dating you but-"

"REALLY?!" He interrupts you with manic joy, "ah, sorry y/n, please continue?"

"Well I don't want to be like this, I want to go on dates, us two. This is way too rushed and you didn't even get me any flowers... Can I go home to get changed and we can go out later?"

You try to smile while your heart is pounding, anticipating for a response. Please take the bait, please be stupid, please be the reasonable type of yandere-

"Of course! I'm so sorry sweetheart! I'll drop you home and pick you up tonight!"

Phew. It worked.

Fast forward a few days you and Simon are dating and you sort of enjoy it? But the important thing is that after basically sticking together 24/7 you finally managed to get half a day to yourself because he needed to go do things.

The first thing you do is go straight to a pathology clinic and get your blood taken to be tested. You've been looking up blood test and after researching basically every type of blood test under the sun, you picked some specific ones and paid for it yourself.

Then you wait patiently and impatiently for the email of test result.

In the meantime, you moved in with Simon because he insisted and honestly you do like him. Something about Yandere really give you the security you need in a relationship.

Fast forward to now, you woke up in the morning, hand feeling the bedside table for your phone but it's not there.

You sit up and find Simon already awake next to you, your phone is in his hand.

"Simon, can you pass me my phone."

"-So you can check your blood test result?"

You freeze. But he hand the phone to you anyway.

"Did you think I wouldn't find out, sweetheart?" He wrap his arm around your shoulder and watch as you unlock your phone to check email.

Nothing new came through.

"You acted weird so I gave a you a free day to see what you wanted to do," he kiss you on the side of your head, "you weren't cheating or trying to leave me so everything's all good!"

"Y-you knew..."

"I did, so I helped you. A friend works at a lab so I pulled some strings. And you know what he found? Your blood contains some sort of unknown lifeform, which when organisms ingest, infects them."

He pause to look at you. You stare at him, more curious than anything.

"When he injected your blood to a rat, it died; but when he force a rat to ingest your blood, the rat immediately went in your direction, and exhausted itself to death before it reached you."

Oh. Oh god.

So your bizarre hypothesis was correct, Simon became a yandere after ingesting your blood, does he know this?

You look to his face but he's already looking at you. He looks at you with such focus and intensity it gives you an uncanny feeling.

"I don't care if you fed me your blood on purpose or by accident, you made me like this so you have to take responsibility."

Simon holds your head in place, forcing eye contact. In the centre of those grey iris are pitch black pupils, and in those pupils all you can is you, you, you.

"So, what is it going to be, sweetheart?"

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read more, read "addicted to your blood" segment

Author note: I LIED I GOT INSPIRED SO I WROTE THIS BEFORE GHOST DARLING IM SORRY

Also idk why I put so much effort into solidifying Simon when this is probably just one off (*_*; but let me know if you want him to become a thing

[t3ddyd0ll]

Bring Simon back 💔

Simon with a trans guy darling

Giving darling his t shot every week or helping him with his gel

Darling sometimes being too out of it to know whether or not what's in the needle is lorazepam or testosterone

Helping darling shave his face, cut his hair, buying him masculine clothes

Giving darling resources to work out bc second puberty is trying to grow muscles and move fat and it needs Somewhere To Go!!!

Helping darling tape, or making sure if darling binds that he's doing it safely

Simon giving darling things that give him gender euphoria, like clothes or trinkets or hobby supplies

Simon using terms like "pretty boy" and "sweet boy" to praise him

Calling darling handsome <3

Having more meals and snacks for darling bc the T makes him huuunngrryyyyyyy

Being mindful that the T is making him Stronger and possibly feel more angry, so he doesn't succeed an escape attempt

Watching darling for signs of feeling gender dysphoria so that they can help him feel better

Simon feeling his own gender euphoria by watching darling grow more and more into himself

Feeling so proud to call darling his boyfriend (even if darling doesn't agree they're dating)

[skretri]

Meet Argus & Simon (Icely) !!!!

[whumpsoda]

Seeing Me in You - A Real Name

Masterlist

cw: pet whump, box boy universe/bbu adjacent, Institutionalized slavery, conditioned whumpee, whumpee turned caretaker,

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“You been thinking about names?” Isaac asked, flopping down on the couch. Smiling, her hands folded over each other casually in her lap as she gazed expectantly to her pet.

“Yes, ma’am.” He replied with the softest of a nod. She had ordered him days before to come up with names for himself, a strange request. A master would want to be the one to name their pet, would they not? Weren’t those the rules?

“Got any in mind? Any you like?”

“No, ma’am.” 

Her face dropped a smidge in disappointment, churning a quease in his belly, before she jumped back to her feet. “Give me just one second.” Stepping to the short shelf pushed against the opposite wall, she studied the titles intently, before pulling one out with excitement.

“Here’s some names. A whole book of ‘em.” Isaac announced, flipping to the first page of the thick book, filled to the brim with them, “Edith uses this one all the time, and pretty much all’ve our rescues pick one from in here. I’ll read some out to you, and maybe you’ll hear one you like.”

She recited each and every one in the order they were listed in, looking to him after each name. It was almost as if she wanted his approval, such a foreign concept that 253719 didn’t understand. Though, it was usual for him not to understand her, the other masters, or any of the out of line pets around him.

“Abraham? Arthur? Atticus?” She listed, turning to him with her tender, kind smile that meant even though things were weird, he wasn’t being bad. 

“Whatever pleases you, Master.” He had merely replied after every look, the safe answer he held close to his heart. Nearly was he not even listening, mind wandering to emptiness as he kneeled on the rug beside her. But she continued still, not satisfied with it. With him. 

Until one name.

“August?” She inquired, and he perked up, the lightest of a glimmer in his eye. He recognized August. Isaac chuckled, giving him a sweet pet to the head that he leaned eagerly into. “You like that one?”

He didn’t like it necessarily, a pet didn’t like, but his master did.

Fall was his master’s favorite season, where all of the magically vibrant colored leaves would fly through the chill turning air. The month of August fell during fall, right? He could have sworn it did. 

252719 remembered his master repeating his statement of likeness every year as they sat together on the porch, 252719 kneeling beside him as he smoked. I just love fall, such a pleasant time, he would say, a rare smile strung over his lips. The foul smelling smoke would fill his pet’s nostrils, filling his lungs and tempting him to cough, but he wouldn’t. He was good enough to know not to.

And if his master so decided he wanted to utilize him for another purpose, one he wasn’t designed for but his master enjoyed, he would welcome the stinging burn of the cigarette digging a sizzling hole into his exposed flesh. He would whimper and whine pathetically with affliction, just as his master liked it.

252719 missed his master. He missed him so much it hurt, terribly so, tying suffocating knots all throughout his grief stricken body. Even the pain he inflicted the pet missed.

But they wouldn’t let him leave. Especially the one that was his new master who said she wasn’t but he knew she was. She said no running away, and so he couldn’t. 

But he wanted to.

And wanting was weird and bad. He was not supposed to want, but he did and it kept him up at night, tossing and turning over memories of his master, over anxieties of this new place where everything is confusing and strange. How it was changing him and making him so very bad.

“Yes ma’am.” 252719 - no, August - mumbled, to her glee. 

August. He had a name now. A real name. Not like the numbers his master called him by. He had a person name.

And August liked it.

…

The clothes were terribly uncomfortable. Not being used to having fabric layered over his skin he cringed, scrunching the soft lines of his plush face. 374629 was not ungrateful, never would he dare to be, he simply did not understand why his master had made him dress. He never had clothing beside a dingy pair of boxers in the facility, and was convinced he would not outside of it either. But there he was, anyway, adorned in his master’s clothing.

He was his master, right?

Me too.

374629 couldn’t help but wonder what he meant. Because of course his master couldn’t be a guard dog, let alone a boxie himself. Masters were people, not pets, and such things were not interchangeable, he knew that. 

His master didn’t even act like a pet. No crawling, no mantras - except for, well, when he repeated his pet’s, but that was different, was it not? -  no collar, no master, no pet.

His master was not a pet. He was sure that was not what he had meant, and a real pet like him should not have even been worrying about it. All he needed to worry about was keeping his master completely and absolutely safe. 

So he forced his brain back into blank and utter emptiness once again, saving himself for the danger of any possible threat. He would keep himself vigilant like he was trained to be. 

His master hummed as he cooked, with a sing-song voice creamy like butter that licked his ears with the hint of gravel. He twirled the spoon around the pot, sticky with hot mac and cheese that took over the air of the apartment. 

374629 had never had macaroni before, only the gray slop his handler had plopped into his dog bowl at least once a day. He held no hope for the chance of receiving any, knowing his place well. 

So when his master, still humming loud and clear, placed a large, human sized bowl of macaroni before him, 374629 didn’t know what to do. He knew he wasn’t supposed to eat it, that was for sure. So he waited.

His master plopped down at the table beside him with his own bowl, steaming the same as his. “That’s for you, okay? I want you to eat as much as you feel you can, if, um, that’s okay.”

Oh. 

Maybe… maybe it was for him. 

And so he ate. Warily at first, waiting for a kick to the face as he descended his mouth to the height of the food, ass up and hands on the wood. Position five. It never came.

But was his meal delicious. 

He’d never tasted anything so good in his life, so wonderful he could never believe he was deserving of it. It spread a cozy warmth of magic through his mouth, not enough to burn but enough to have him melting in a puddle on the floor. Tastebuds sparkling with excitement he plunged back in for more, scooping up pieces vigorously with his tongue and allowing them to dance through his mouth as he chewed.

“So” his master started, pulling him away from the heaven that was his dinner,  “Got any name ideas? It can be anything.”

Oh, he was so bad. Had he missed an order? Was he supposed to have been doing so?

“N- no, sir.” He didn’t even want to dare think about a name for himself. His name was for his master to decide, it was the rules. He couldn’t disobey, but was he really, when his master wanted it? 374629 swallowed another mouthful of cheese dripping noodles, mouth dribbling with sticky remains that pooled at his chin.

“That’s okay.” His master told him, although he knew he didn’t mean it. Nothing was okay when your pet was too stupid for you. “I wish… I had Edith’s book with me… I guess we’ll just have to think about it for a bit. Just let me know if anything comes to mind, um, that you like.”

He could… do that. Did he know any names? He didn’t even have one himself.

He knew… he knew His handler’s name. His first, not just his last, even if he wasn’t really supposed to. Of course he had never called him by it, only Handler Parker, but he’d heard it before.

Hey, Simon, I guess you’ve finally gotten this one under your control.

He missed his handler, he supposed. Missed the strict order and absence of confusion. With his handler he knew exactly what to do and what not, and now it felt like he was all alone with his training. Really, he was.

Handler Simon Parker.

“Simon?” He shifted up to his master, eyes falling wide, “Is that what you said?”

Had he-

He’d said that out loud-

“That’s a nice one. It fits you. I like it.” His master said, lips upturning to a grin. He looked excited, almost, and terribly pleased. “Do you like it?”

He hadn’t really-

But he did, and his master liked it. 374629 was going to be sick, stomach curling in knots as burning bile bubbled in his belly.

His lips carefully parted, quivering as his fists clenched, uncut nails burrowing into the flesh of his palm. “What- whatever pleases you, Master.” He choked out, words tinged with the rasp of shock as he turned his gaze back to the floor.

“I really like that. I think it’s settled then.” His master giggled, sweet and bubbly that failed to calm his pet’s horrified heart. “Welcome to the family, um, Simon.”

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Isaac is from a different connected bbu story I just posted earlier today if you want to check that out here :)

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Masterlist

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@pigeonwhumps @whumpinthepot @silly-scroimblo-skrunkl @tippytappytyping @ivymyers

@octopus-reactivated @loserwithsyle @snakebites-and-ink @itsawhumpsideblog @otterfrost

@parasiticwhumpee @starrysky888 @isntthisblank

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[sir-squibbly]

hand over the skykid lore

I gotchu. I’ll mostly be covering the skykids of mine that have some semblance of a story, just to keep things a bit shorter.

1. Sunrise

Sunrise is from the Isle of Dawn. Some fun facts about them are:

They have a strong dedication for the mission, to the point where it’s almost their entire personality (yikes)

Their main hobbies are face painting and wax carving

They grew up by themself

They’re bald by choice

2. Daisy

Daisy is from the Daylight Prairie. Some fun facts about her are:

She's the youngest member of the group at 6 years old

She has a fox plush who she talks to regularly

She was raised by her older sister for most of her life

She likes to play in fire for some reason

3. Whisper

Whisper is from the Hidden Forest. Some fun facts about her are:

She can turn invisible at will, and usually prefers to be invisible too

She was raised alongside light creatures, and therefore has a strong love for them

She's very shy, but also very sweet

She doesn't speak much, and can go a long time without saying anything at all

4. Simon

Simon is from the Valley of Triumph. Some fun facts about him are:

He grew up with his best friend

He's the oldest of the group at 17 years old

Despite his gentlemanly appearance, he's more on the crude side

Nobody knows why he wears that many hats

5. Mako

Mako is from the Golden Wasteland. Some fun facts about her are:

She's had many guardians in her life, although her time with them have been short-lived

She has several scars on her feet and ankles from crab attacks

She has never eaten a single sweet in her entire life

She's easily the best flier in the group

6. Lucid

Lucid is from the Vault of Knowledge. Some fun facts about him are:

Like Sunrise, he grew up by himself

He's very particular about his appearance

He has a twin sister named Rem

He sometimes hides in the archives to snoop through memories

Honorable Mention: Beans

Beans is from Prairie Peaks. Some fun facts about her are:

Her first language is manatee (yes, really)

She's a good baker

The baby manatee on her head is named Squishy

She has beef with the nightbirds

Honorable Mention: Little Krill

Nobody actually knows where Little Krill is from. Some fun facts about them are:

They're actually trying to figure out where they came from

They stare, like, a lot

Their favorite food is fresh bread buns

They're very impressed by light creatures

So yeah, there are definitely more skykids, but this was already super long. Anyway, hope that suffices.

[glitch-frogy]

Finally locked in for my son

[distracted-obsessions]

Can't You Hear Me Scream? Part 1

Warnings: Shock collars, calling Whumpee 'Puppy', mild disassociation (I think), mild sleep deprivation, TV show hosts.

Please tell me if I need to tag anything else.

Part 2 | Masterlist

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Knock, knock.

Mal groaned at the knock at the door, far too tired to actually get out of the pile of soft blankets and plush pillows that made up his little nest on the floor. From the long day of press releases and photo ops with 'the city's greatest heroes' to a long, overcast night fighting supervillains and getting his ass kicked while he hoped for a glimpse at the moon, he had barely been awake when he crawled into the nest last night. That hadn't stopped the nightmares but then again, nothing would.

"Mal?" A far too chipper voice said through the door. Liam. "Mal, you're going to miss breakfast! Wake up!" a couple more knocks at the door.

Mal rolled over and covered his head with a pillow. He just wanted to sleep. Preferably without dreams.

There was an uncomfortable buzz from the shock collar around Mal's neck, a warning of pain that shocked him awake in a moment, making him sit up in the nest. "I'm awake!" Mal shouted, hoping to avoid a real shock. "I'll be out in a minute!"

"You better be! You know how the captain gets when our puppy doesn't eat!" Liam laughed, not unkindly, but Mal flinched at the nickname anyway. He really should have been used to it by now. After 5 years at Camp Rainer and 3 different teams after that, he should have been used to being called 'puppy'. But it made his inner wolf growl with irritation every time, self-preservation be damned.

"I'll hurry," Mal said, reaching to pull on some clothes. He didn't dally but he still expected it when a second warning buzz came 5 minutes later, this one probably from the captain. He trudged out of his room and headed to the dining room, ignoring the happy chatter as he sat at the table and laid his head on the cool wood, closing his eyes.

"You tired, Mal?" Maya asked with a gentle smile.

Mal smiled back out of habit and nodded. "Just stayed up too late last night. I'll be fine."

"Good," the captain, Simon, said, putting a plate of food down for Mal and petting him in between his wolf ears. "We have an interview with Callie so you need to eat up and be well-rested so that you don't try to bite people's heads off."

Mal fixed his hair and dutifully ate the food set in front of him. He hated interviews and Callie specifically. The fake smiles and cutting remarks made him want to bang his head against the wall. She wasn't any worse than any other TV show host but she seemed just as equally upset that the team treated Mal like a dog as she was likely to treat him like one herself. The hypocrisy itself was enough to make Mal's head hurt.

Mal ate quietly while the team ran over test questions and rehearsed answers. Mal didn't need to participate. He didn't technically have to be there at all. He was just there to show how good the rehabilitation centers like Camp Rainier were at taming wild beasts like Mal and he was already an expert at that. He hadn't even realized that he had zoned out until-

"And before we forget, we should probably change Mal into his public appearances collar."

Mal glanced at Kate, carefully keeping his face neutral as twin waves of anger and anxiety ran down his spine. His 'public appearances' collar was about four times more sensitive than his normal collar and the shocks ramped up in intensity much quicker. Even on his most careful and obedient behavior, he still got shocked at least once every time he wore it. If he didn't know this team better and didn't know the policy he might have assumed that they were just cruel for the sake of cruelty. Sadly, he did know better and no amount of begging would change policy. He had tried.

"Thank you, Kate," Simon said, pushing Mal's plate closer to him in an effort to make him eat more. He knew from experience that just being in that collar made Mal lose his appetite. Mal took a moment to indulge in some healthy annoyance at that before shoving everything back into their respective boxes in his head and forcing down a few more bites. "Liam, since you're done eating, can you go grab that?"

"Right away, Captain!" Liam left whatever he was tinkering with today on the table and left the room. Mal managed about four more bites before Liam came back. His fingers tightened around the fork, the thought of stabbing Liam with it and bolting entering his head and immediately being directed towards the appropriate box as he slowly put the fork down and pushed away his plate.

Simon stood and walked around behind Mal, turning off and unbuckling his current collar and putting the new one on. It was sleek and black, the 'corrective measure' more hidden but easily seen when pointed out. Mal's shoulders tensed when Simon switched it on, the tell-tale beep almost making Mal flinch. Simon rested one hand on Mal's shoulder and pet him with the other until Mal could force himself to relax back into his calm mask.

"Good boy," Simon said in that same deadpan he said everything in. Mal knew it was just the conditioning that made him preen at the praise but that didn't make him stop. Just sent an undercurrent of frustration through his head. Simon gave him one last pat and sat back down, leaving Mal to figure out how to breathe around the collar.

They finished breakfast quickly and piled into the armored car to head to the studio. When they got there, everyone got into their makeup and headed to their spots, having small chats with Callie and the staff. Mal mostly just sat quietly in his chair and started weaving in his head to calm himself down.

In. Out. Over. Through. Add another color. First color in. Second color out. Second color over. First color through.

The music that signaled the start of the show played and Mal made sure he hadn't forgotten to put on a smile before going back to his weaving. Add another color. Second color in. Third color out. Carry first color. Third color over. Second color through. Carry first color.

"So Mal, how has working with the city's greatest heroes been treating you?" Callie asked in her blindingly bright voice.

Mal looked at her and then glanced around at the team. The captain's serine smile and eyes that stared right through Callie, Liam's bouncing leg and hands signing the conversation to the crowd, Kate's calm, neutral expression and subtle 'get on with it' gesture, Maya's expectant look and encouraging smile. He heard his own screams playing from one of the boxes in his head as he turned back to Callie with his own calm smile.

"Better than anything else in the world."

[thetruerealratking]

OC sketch dump (ft a little lore)