#yulissa

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If I had a nickel for every time a love island islander got kicked off the show because they said/posted a slur. I would have two nickels which isn’t a lot but it’s weird that it happened twice right?

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Writes more fanfic for Yulissa bc neither god nor the devil can stop me from being a one person fandom. Anyways read my snippet of my fic I'm currently working on pls and thanks.

When Yulissa was little, she’d come across one of the barn cats playing in the corner of the cellar.

She’d always had a fondness for the three or four cats the temple housed, even if the cats themselves tended to avoid her and any other non-feline household members. She’d tried endlessly to win their favour, sneaking scraps of meat off her plate and cooing soft gentle words in an attempt to call them close enough for a cuddle. Nothing that had ever worked, but hells if she wasn’t determined to one day make a friend out of those cats.

So, when she’d seen the cat (Camilla, as she’d taken to naming it even if her uncle insisted that the animals were tools and therefore not needing of names), she’d approached with cautious optimism.

Camilla’s dark brown tail wisped back and forth across the stone floor of the cellar and every so often she struck out a paw with a playful little growl and batted at something with an intense amount of focus coiled in her small, furry body.

“Oh, hello Miss Camilla.” Yulissa had whispered softly, inching closer and closer with all the care and quietness a six year old could manage. “Hello pretty girl.”

Completely ignorant of Yulissa’s presence, or perhaps more likely willfully ignoring her, Camilla had barely twitched an ear in her direction before pouncing a half step forward onto whatever she was playing with. Much to Yulissa’s surprise, the thing she had assumed to be a feather or perhaps a mothball then let out a piercing squeak beneath Camilla’s furry paws.

Logically, she knew Camilla and the other cats were mousers. That they hunted the vermin and pests that sought food and shelter in the walls of the temple. Camilla, in particular, was a skillful hunter and often received rare praise from Yulissa’s uncle for her talents (it was silly to be jealous of a cat, but watching her uncle gently scratch Camilla’s ears and compliment her sometimes made something weird and unpleasant squirm in Yulissa’s belly). So, therefore, it shouldn’t have been a surprise that Camilla had caught a mouse in her deadly claws.

The playing with it, however, was what drew Yulissa up short.

All she could do for a minute was watch, mouth slightly agape as Camilla let the mouse go only to drag it back with her claws squealing and squirming. The mouse was covered in cuts, fur ruffled and sides heaving with every frantic breath as Camilla batted it back and forth with as much glee as a cat could manage. Every inch of the tiny animal was desperate, fighting and terrified and so desperate to escape up until Camilla placed sharp fanged teeth around its body and finally bit down with a sickening crunch that made Yulissa’s stomach turn.

In time, she learned, that was the nature of nature. Prey and predator, life and death, food and survival. Sometimes injury must be dealt to live another day. Sometimes your role in life is simply to give your energy to something bigger and more important.

Nowadays, Yulissa thought a lot about that mouse.

Kneeling now before the prayer altar, all she could think about was how she finally, truly understood that mouse.

Before her lay three items; a compass (for guidance when lost in this new world she now travelled), a mirror (for reflection during difficult moments when she has no one else to turn to), and her sharpest dagger (to cut through to the truth at the center of this tangled knot she found herself in). Specific offerings were always best, to ask too vague a question of the gods was to invite vague answers.

No, right now she needed clarity.

She needed help.

Hands clasped tight in front of her, eyes shut tight, candles guttering around her in this dark, abandoned temple, she prayed.

Ideally she’d be in the house of her goddess, but while on the run with her companions she hadn’t had the luxury of standing in a proper temple for far too long. And so, while the trio had finally made land at a small sky island after beating a hasty retreat from their last fight, she’d come across this falling apart stone building nestled on the edge of the town with its rotting wooden supports and stone carvings worn smooth by the elements and she had given into the fact that beggars could not be choosers.

Wordlessly her mouth moved. She’d told Kai and Leuko she would return to their boat within the hour, waving off any concern with a wane smile. Honesty was something she strived for with the other two and so she’d been as honest as she could be; she was going to pray for help and that was a bargain best offered alone.

In reality, she hadn’t wanted the others to see the desperate slump to her shoulders or the way her eyes screwed shut tightly in fast fading hope.

She’d known her uncle was tracking her, but to see him standing there ready to drag her back into the claws of her sect had been uniquely frightening in a way that she could only liken to that mouse from her childhood. The fear was only amplified knowing that it wasn’t just her life on the line. That she had friends willing to fight by her side, a fact which made them worthy of death in the eyes of her sect.

They’d barely survived that encounter and her uncle had escaped to regroup. Knowing him, he wouldn’t take being beaten gracefully. Knowing him, he’d make sure their next meeting would be the last one way or another.

Hands shaking, Yulissa prayed harder, lips moving faster, breath coming quicker.

Give her the direction to find survival, give her the clear reflection to see the path ahead, give her the strength to draw her dagger and fight for once to live.

“You must be very desperate indeed, firbolg.”

Barely Yulissa kept from overbalancing and falling backwards, head shooting up from its bowed position and eyes frantically tracing through the darkness of the temple. For a second she thought she’d finally cracked. The stress of being hunted, of losing people, of everything had finally snapped her sanity in half like a dry, brittle twig.

“No, no. You are looking in the wrong spot, firbolg. Look down.”

With a swallow, Yulissa looked down.

The mirror, once silver surfaced, now shone like an oil slick.

A barely audible gasp passed Yulissa’s lips, the first noise she’d made since entering the abandoned temple. She managed to unlock her hands from each other and reached down to lift the hand mirror up. Her reflection moved in time, image shifting and following the movement until it was eye level and once again, Yulissa gasped.

Staring back was her own reflection, a perfect mirror image except for her eyes.

“There we go. Now we can see each other plainly.” Her reflection drawled, eyes wholly black seeming impossibly dark, swallowing any light that might have otherwise been mirrored. Her reflection raised a white furred hand to stroke fingers across her cheek. “This is a lovely form. On the inside as well as the outside. I don’t think I’ve been blessed with this kind of raw power in such a long time.”

“Who-” The words fell stiff and stuttered from Yulissa and she gripped the hand mirror with a second hand. “Who are you?”

“I’m you, firbolg.” The reflection replied, head tilted playfully. There was something uncanny, the thing in the mirror pulling expressions that Yulissa knew she’d never worn herself. “Name for name, my dear. That is how we work. I grant you a boon, you grant me a favor. Nothing is for free.”

Immediately alarms pinged in the back of Yulissa’s mind. “Names hold power.” She replied, drawing a breath. “I do not know what you are. If I gave you my name, what is to say I don’t give you power over me?”

The reflection cooed and nodded, hand still trailing thoughtfully across her cheek behind the glint of the mirror surface. “Clever girl. I can’t trust you and you can’t trust me. Not yet at least.” The smile on its face grew, twisted into something delighted. “Let’s share a lesser name then. Something with little power. Grant me a childhood nickname, a frequent mispronunciation, a term of endearment from a lover long lost?”

At that, Yulissa’s chest clenched and her breath seemed to disappear from her lungs. Even with the lack of her own proper reflection in the mirror, Yulissa knew her face must be twisting in pain. A thousand memories she’d been blocking out seemed to rattle behind their bars and one slipped loose. Warm brown eyes and gloved hands clasping her and a lilting accent that made her feel sick in an indescribable way.

“...Sunflower.” She finally said, voice distant. “You may call me Sunflower.”

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I am asking about your oc. Tell me everything about her mommy kink immediately

Oh anon I'd die for u.

Not sfw under the read more, proceed at your own discretion!

So like. This is mostly me just rambling bear with me.

First off the mommy kink can we talk about the mommy kink I've been dying to talk about the mommy kink all day. Yulissa rly does enjoy having a position of authority that allows for stern discipline and doting affection and I think she'd really enjoy getting called mommy. I can so clearly picture her having some poor little sub humping her leg with their hands tied while calling her mommy. Or perhaps her fucking them with her strap and asking if mommy's cock feels good and if they want mommy to cum in them. Especially if her sub is shy or embarrassed about calling her that. Damn she'd love embarrassing the fuck out of her sub and making them ask mommy nicely for an orgasm. Yulissa has always had a private talent for pushing and prodding weak points and I think if she detected a crack in her subs armor she'd be relentless. Tell mommy what you want in explicit detail and I'll give you a reward kind of shit. Rocking oversized strap (she's 6'6 so she'd claim it's proportional) and enjoying watching her sub try and take the whole thing for mommy or edging them over and over until they're incoherent. She loves pushing boundaries (consentually of course) and seeing what her partner(s) can really take. She loves to torment and tease and spoil while also requiring obedience. She'd love to set up rules for her sub and reward/punish accordingly.

God I rly should make an in character not sfe blog for her.

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Everyone cheer and clap for this beautiful commission @pepsi2-art did of my dnd character or I swear to God I'll turn into the joker.

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Idk how I'm supposed to sleep when all I wanna do is think about her (my own oc)

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Wanders in with a coke in my hand If I Write Mommy Kink Fic About My OC Would You Kill Me If I Posted It? 🥺🥺🥺

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Sooooo Yulissa huh? What's got Yulissa on your mind?

Giggles and twirls my hair and bats my eyes at u for indulging me and letting me talk about my girl~

So ok. Quick and dirty recap for anyone who does not know my dnd oc Yulissa.

Yulissa is a runaway sacrifice from an isolated temple/cult who is being hunted by her uncle guardian who's a priest for this sect. At one point once she thinks she's finally run far enough, her uncle and a handful of other followers find her and attempt to kidnap her and drag her home to be sacrificed. She gets free but now she's fuckin scared. Bc that was close and she doesn't want to die and she doesn't want to kill her uncle and she just wants to be safe and free but she knows either she dies or she lives as long as she can constantly looking over her shoulder.

Cue the abandoned temple.

Yulissa finds an abandoned temple while running from island to island and she makes a desperate plea to any god that will listen: give her the strength and power to escape and save herself and she will do anything. And something hears her and agrees to her bargain.

She then becomes an immortal guard dog/proxy for this patron (warlock or paladin sort of style, something morally neutral between these two opposing roles). Personally I like to imagine her being the cold hand of the god of Death Itself on earth. She kills and guides and witnesses and does everything her patron Death asks bc she never breaks a promise.

But it hurts her heart so much, it's painful and awful at times to see this much loss and carnage and to sometimes be responsible for it.

So her patron Death makes her an offer. It will make her lover Sybil immortal too. Not one long life that stretches forever and frozen like Yulissa is. But a million lifetimes as the same soul. Sybil will be born and die and be born and die forever as long as Yulissa lives.

It's a two pronged kindness. Both so Yulissa has someone forever, but also the patron Death gives them a special connection; Yulissa can remove her heart, her big soft tender heart, and leave it with Sybil to guard while Yulissa goes and does her monstrous duties. Sybil will guard it and keep it safe. Should something happen to it, Yulissa won't die but eventually the mental anguish would drive her to the point of being unable to hold up her end of the bargain and thus she would be released from her bargain and die (and then Sybil would also no longer be in a cycle of death and rebirth).

It's just. There's layers here that I love. Yulissa and her girlfriend finding each other in every lifetime. I imagine once they meet Sybil just remembers every previous life and until that moment of reconnecting, it's been a distinct discomfort of feeling like there's some missing part. Sybil could reject taking care of Yulissa's heart or even actively destroy it. Yulissa would let her and never make her do anything she didn't want to, but Sybil will always choose to protect Yulissa's heart. And like Yulissa showing up in the doorway after her duties, blood soaked and silent and grim only to feel Sybil press her hands to Yulissa's chest and replace Yulissa's heart and them to fall back into each other's arms once more is just so fucking tender to me. This empty husk who kills and destroys and wanders the world as Death's right hand and the fiercely protective partner who loves and guards the soft and gentle parts of the husk and keeps the darkness from overtaking her entirely.

Idk this just hits so many tropes that I love. I love a heart guard. I love a character who is cold to everyone else but so warm and loving with their special person. I love an eternal being and their reincarnated lover.