#kinda mature content? labeled just in case

[arrgh-whatever]

Weird question, but how do cross species relationships work in your world? Can they have babies?

cross species relationships is one of the things that's considered a sin in their religion (perhaps not in all religions but at least in the one that's depicted in the story)

while same sex relationships can still pass as love in some communities, relationships between completely different animals will definitely be seen as lust everywhere

but as you guessed it didn't stop some from trying

so in some cases (that also work in our world) it's actually possible to have a child though you can imagine what kind of life and treatment in that kind of society a kid can expect. additionally hybrids are always infertile which will only prove that they were rejected by Gods

in most other cases - no, having a child just won't be possible genetically

[casualheizouenjoyers]

☆.｡.:* 07. so it goes... ✍︎

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☆.｡.:*   cruel summer

☆.｡.:*  synopsis: you are a small streamer centered on cozy gaming and your ongoing series of ranking every taylor swift song in a tier list. scaramouche is a competitive speed runner in a streamer group called “the harbingers” that has an insanely large fan base. your paths only cross once he subtweets about your content and your favorite artist, causing a petty online argument that might lead to something else.

ㅤㅤ ╰ཱི ࣭ ࣪ ❁𝆬  ࣭  ྏ ࣭  ͘ ｡ ࣪ ✐ yntaylorsversion is live!  ̣ ࣪ ྌ

“Hi, chat!” You greeted with a light smile as viewers began to flood into the stream, a little more people than you’d usually get. You quickly fumbled with your settings until your webcam turned on and a little video of your face popped up in the corner of the stream.

You gave a wave to the camera, and then picked a random playlist to play in the background. “Hi, guys!” You said again for the people who joined after your first greeting.

“So, today, we’re playing on a new minecraft server with Venti and Xiao!” You explained as you changed from your starting screen to the minecraft tab, your mouse hovering over the join server button. You take a quick glance at the chat to see what they’re saying.

rainbow-dreams

HELP DONT EXPOSE THE SERVER IP 😭😭

ynluvs

ur my comfort streamer but do we really need to listen to Taylor swift for the sixth stream in a row 🧍

rxtten_bxnes

beep beep eueueueu

kazu_zu

I can’t believe ur friends w childe?? have you not read the thread of what he’s done 🤨

“I’m not gonna leak the IP! At least, I hope I don’t. And yes, we do need to listen to Taylor swift for the sixth stream in a row,” You said as you kinda unintentionally made liking Taylor Swift apart of your brand.

“Okay, I’m going to join the VC real quick,” You said as you looked over at your discord, looking for the vc that Venti and Xiao were in. You found them at the very last one labeled vc 69…. How mature of them :)

“—aaaAAAAAAAA,” Venti’s voice immediately filled your ears, causing you to flinch.

“Venti, shut up,” Xiao said with a groan. “Hello, Y/n,” He said, clearly already annoyed with Venti.

“Hi! Why are we screaming?” You asked while your ears recovered from the screech.

“I was being chased by a spider,” Venti said, reminding you to actually join the world.

“Your fault for running into a cave with no touches,” Xiao said. “I’ll bring your stuff back to spawn,”

“Thank you, Xiao-Xiao!” Venti replied, knowing that Xiao didn’t like Venti calling him that.

“Never mind!” Xiao responded. You chuckled at the conversation between the two, finally clicking the join server button and loading into the server.

“Wait, I’m sorry!! Please bring my stuff to spawn?” Venti pleaded. “Please please please please pleaseeee?”

“That was like… six pleases you gotta say yes, Xiao,” You laughed.

“Alright, fine,” Xiao caved in.

“Y/n, are you joining?” Venti asked.

“Yeah, yeah, it’s just taking forever to load,” You responded, tapping your fingers against your desk. Finally, after what seemed like forever, you spawned into the minecraft server.

Your two friends were just… standing there awkwardly waiting at the spawn, it seemed.

“You could’ve at least given me a jump scare warning!” You said, punching Venti’s in game character and watching him die just from that, his inventory of flowers and apples spreading out across the spawn area.

“Why were you on one heart??” Xiao asked, exasperated.

“Uhhhh…” Venti said as he spawned back in. “Fall damage?” He responded as if he wasn’t sure.

Xiao crouched in game, giving Venti his flowers and apples back.

“Aww, thank you!” Venti, crouching and moving closer to Xiao. “Mwah!” He acted as if his Minecraft avatar kissed Xiao’s and then ran away.

“Ewwww,” You groaned, dramatically, at the show of (pixalated) affection. 

The three of you went through the regular new Minecraft server motions, punching trees and mining ore… or in Venti’s case picking flowers and dying every five seconds. You had found a pretty little flower field and started building a cozy little starter home.

Everything was going pretty nice! Until…

“Chat, I am focused on building this roof right now, I cannot read what you’re saying!” You noticed the chat going by a little faster, but you were too hyper focused on making the roof for your little cottage.

“Y/n!!” Venti said. “Y/n, look out!”

“Not now, Venti,” You said, placing the second to last block

“It’s hopeless, Ven” Xiao sighed.

“Huh—” You were knocked off the roof, taking additional damage along with the fall damage. Turning around, you saw another player standing on top of your house.

Scaramouche ran the other direction; you followed behind,  stringing out sentences of curses.

authors note: ignore that the mc screenshot is obviously edited i dont have friends who plays minecraft LMAO. ngl writing third person is out of my comfort zone so i hope this is decent lmao

☆.｡.:*  taglist: @raideneiari @sakiimeo @starryeyedkoko @lightlyfeatheredquailqin @thenightsflower @isa-solasun @lilactaro @imdeadlyboredhelp @arizzu @turningfrogsgay @icedmocha1 @feverish-dove @xiaosonlybeloved @sukunasrealgf @eutopiastar @shinunoga-iie-wa @phoenix-eclipses @crueldinasty @sashiette @hotgirlshit5 @certaindreampost @atlaincorrect @aludicpoet @justawalkingdisaster @m3gitsune @mechanicalbeat1 @distinguished-simp @mayacheiko

[gingergofastboatsmojito]

Catharsis / FYI / Lesson Learned

Just know that when you see a non-Sydcarmy fic out there with a plot that includes codependency syndrome, a hotel chain poaching Carmy and taking him abroad, a happy ending, and Donna being a recovered alcoholic, which I have already mentioned time and time again on my blog that I think is gonna be her redemption arc (unless she dies), and that the main non Sydcarmy couple breaks up and gets back together when her codependency syndrome is under control, THAT PLOT IS ACTUALLY MINE (and a previous Sydcarmy plot about a trans person and a gay guy befriending Carmy in rehab, too, btw) bc I made the mistake of helping a writer with her fics. Ofc I have the receipts but I rather not use them, I’m not like that. I don’t expect credit bc after this writer used me, with my consent, she blocked me. It’s fine, I was clear from the get-go and I mention this all the time on my blog, that I only enjoy, write and read Sydcarmy content and she disagreed with that. I did make a small and occasional exception for her, though and I now regret it, and quite frankly that's the only thing I regret, even knowing the end result at this point. My bad.

Not that I owe ANYONE any explanation for my preferences as a writer, reader, fan, or viewer but I have my reasons for 💯 thinking that the best writing in this fandom can be found in Sydcarmy fics and that other pairs are usually extremely OC and are typically a bunch of dialogue lines thrown out there with no plot and a lot of smut (you guys know how much I dig smut, right?), which is not really my cup of tea but I fully support that it may be others'. I just happened to notice that it's not necessarily as complex as a concept to write about, bc in that case you don't have to worry about characterization or about what the creator/writer/director/EP really meant to say or tried to convey with their work, seeing as you completely disregard or bypass it and just keep the same names. I get it though: it’s easier and more practical to just write OC and pour down on the page all your sexual fantasies in the second person. I’m just not here for it and I am not sorry about it. And I’m unapologetic about this bc as I mentioned, to each their own, let's just be open about it.

This fandom is big enough not to have to cross paths and just be able to coexist peacefully, agreeing to disagree (if you are mature enough to handle that ofc). As long as the content is properly tagged and disclaimed, etc so we can all decide what to stay away from and what to dig in, making an informed decision, that is. Let's be clear: I don’t have to like ANYTHING, none of us have to be on the same page as to what fics we think are good or bad, which ones we love or which ones we fucking hate with a passion, but we all should act with integrity, here and offline. So that being said, I wasn’t treated that way and even though I feel used, I enabled it, so… karma, I guess. I was even stupid enough to send voice notes bc I was at work and then a few messages down the convo this person said: "I think I will have X do Y and Z...", which was exactly to the T what I had suggested AS PER HER INSISTENT REQUEST a few messages prior in my voice notes. So, I guess I had it coming...

While I have only been on Tumblr for like 5 minutes (2 months and 1/2), I have been quite active in other fandoms in the past, such as LTM and TXF, because I was born in the 80s, guys :) and nothing like this has ever happened to me before, I even had an account on FF.net where I did lots of collabs, and half the time I just donated my ideas bc I was too busy to actually write the fics myself and I was traveling all the time, so it was easier for me to let someone else write the stories, I have no issues sharing as long as everything is properly labeled. Everything was dreamy back then, I never had this kinda experiences before, and will take every precaution moving forward to never have them again, because it feels shitty and OC for me.

My points are:

1- Just FYI.

2- I don’t take this lightly #LessonLearned

3- Let’s agree to disagree in peace, please.

Thanks for reading.

XOXO

[neowinestainedress]

my exams are over (finally) so i will be back here soon.

first of all: if you didn't see it yet, tumblr added a new thing community labels and you have to change the settings if you want to see my mature content. the next part of haechan' sour series HAPPIER WILL HAVE some smut so if you want to see it when i post it change the settings.

what will i post next? i should post the haemarknomin piece. i would like to post it this week but i don't have that big of a reach so i don't think enough people will know about this update and i kinda don't want it to flop lol. also i still don't have a title, a header, a summary and i didn't edit it yet so i think i will take my sweet time and post it next week. if you want to be added to the taglist let me know in the comments.

this sunday i will post the halloween series masterlist (will make a separate taglist for that, don't comment under here to be added to that). given the unexpected posting of the haemarknomin fic i probably will change the publishing dates of the stories you find on the wip page, also because i have to fit happier and the rose-colored glasses sequel.

also i guess we (writers) have to change the settings of all our old works, am i right? if somebody knows more please tell me because wasting days doing that to all my old fics unless i risk getting banned it's not what i had planned.

for now, that's all. this update leaves me :/ because tags were already making it difficult to reach the dash but at least there's more safety, especially when it comes to minors (still think that if they want they'll find a way to consume media not for them anyway but shh)

just in case, here's my ao3 account maybe i'll start cross-posting there again. and if anything happens here or it gets impossible to post, i'll move there definitely

[nekropsii]

I think you misunderstood why I dislike Tavros and how he's seen, which I will preface you are absolutely right to misunderstand, upon rereading I didn't actually make my point, which is 100% on me. And you are definitely allowed to disagree with me however I do want to make sure that my point isn't misread.

My dislike of Tavros isn't from a place of being annoyed at him or thinking that he's not a victim, he absolutely is. It's that his victimhood is used by fans and by him as an excuse for his behavior which is often really damaging and kinda shitty.

This is the troll that found out that he seriously hurt Jade and basically responded with "I had good intentions and that absolves me of fault and anger, and I'm hurt that you're still upset at me! But it's okay I forgive you, and I forgive myself for hurting you" which is such a cruel response!

In every instance he "gains confidence" he almost immediately starts uncomfortably flirting with whoever has shown him any kindness. You see it with him flirting with Jade after the aforementioned interaction as soon as she showed any sense that she might not treat him like trolls treat her, or flirting with Kanaya (who is a lesbian) when she helps him in Pesterquest.

After dying and the Tavrissprite debaucle he again starts acting like an absolute tool, getting in everyone's face and acting like a spoiled child.

And the worst part is on the rare occasion that someone calls out his behavior he starts to claim victimhood and claims that that absolves him of his actions, like because he was hurt he now has a license to act however he wants and people have to give him pity.

Again you're allowed to disagree, and he is absolutely a victim, but that doesn't give him a license to act how he does

I’m glad you’re taking the blame on the fact that you did not, in fact, make any point in your original ask outside of insult. I’m also glad that you’re open to disagreement, because I’m gonna take you up on that. So, yeah, if you don’t mind, I’ve got a few counterpoints for this:

This level of shitty behavior is typical for… Just about every single Homestuck character. Sure, you can dislike Tavros for his specific brand of shitty behavior, but he’s absolutely not special, nor is he an isolated case in this regard. He’s not even the only character to behave in this exact manner- I get that he’s the focal point here, but I still need to point that out. He isn’t special. Hell, some fan favorites are known for doing worse things than this.

Pesterquest is not canon, and therefore is not a valid example of his character within canon. Yes, it is official content, but it is quite literally not canon. These two labels can coexist.

Tavros is a socially inept 13 year old boy. He’s 13 years old. 13. He is a middle schooler. He is an awkward 13 year old boy who has been put through the fucking wringer, the fact that he’s doing shitty things makes complete and utter sense. Genuinely, he could be so much worse. Yes, the things he did were shitty, but he’s a kid. They do that. Kids are shitty sometimes. They don’t fuckin’ know any better, dude. I guarantee you that you were kind of a bastard when you were 13.

When you are abused, you do not become a good person. Abuse almost never makes someone a good person, especially not immediately. It makes you an asshole. That’s why Vriska is like that. That’s also why Tavros is like that. In fact, Tavros is like that… Probably largely because of Vriska. Tavros kinda just… Acts like your average 13 year old abuse victim.

Our collective understanding of Tavros as a person- as well as Equius and Eridan, since we’re discussing problem children now- is based on a very troubled literal child with zero sense of self worth. We can’t really judge his morality when his sense of morality/reasonability genuinely is not fully formed yet, and is honestly being actively impeded upon. This is just speculation, but I’m betting that if he’d been given the room to actually grow and mature as a person- you know, past the age of 13- he wouldn’t be nearly as bad.

I’m willing to bet his, yes, highly awkward flirtations were just what he thought you were supposed to do when you were confident. Does that make it ok? No. It’s still weird! I’m not enacting apologetics for that. But as I’ve stated previously… Socially inept 13 year old with no sense of self worth + there’s characters that are worse off than him. Again… 13 year olds are just… Like that, sometimes.

I understand that this could have just been poor wording on your own part, but in your original ask, you literally said that Vriska was “keeping Tavros in check”, so I’m not exactly willing to trust that you have an objective view on the actions of either of these characters. Say that you’re aware he’s a victim all you want, that line just personally raises a lot of red flags for me, and I don’t think you understand the implications of calling abuse someone being “kept in check”. Was Vriska really “keeping him in check” by purposefully physically disabling him, and then constantly ridiculing him for the disability she caused? Was she really in the right for that? Was that something he deserved?

I don’t know, dude. He’s a fictional character, yeah, but it feels kind of weird to be weighing a 13 year old boy’s morality on a scale like this. He hasn’t really done anything warranting much heavy insults, or a callout post, or anything- he’s just a kid who was kind of a social fuck-up. If you’re so heated about Tavros’s level of shitty, I kinda have to wonder if there’s any Homestuck characters you even can tolerate. They’re all kind of assholes. You know… Because they’re children.

[cyphyree]

community labels heads up

Heyy gang, since Community Labels are happening, I just wanna be upfront about art/stuff I post ^^

First off, please check out your account settings -> "content you see"! By default all Mature-labeled content are hidden, as in you won't see 'em at all, so if you want/don't want to see everything from everyone (including me), you can adjust that to your needs ^^

I'm not interested in drawing/posting stuff with s*x*al themes

That said I'm a tax-paying adult who draws Jojo's Bizarre Aventure fanart, so some of my stuff does have violence and/or depiction of blood, whether it's cartoony or not, and maybe substance abuse/addiction.

In any case, I'll do my best to label stuff accordingly and I'm still using content warning (cw) tags.

The FAQ rn feels kinda ¯\_ (ツ)_/¯ about what counts as must-label violence is, but I'm assuming like, PG-13 and up....? Atm my most violent post are either really cartoony or bloody but not super graphic, but I labeled em just in case for now. If you want to see those and future content like them, please turn violence-labeled content to "blur" or "show."

thx!!

[marblecassie548]

Bath doodles!

I'm really getting into the idea that adult nudity isn't/shouldn't be an inherently sexual thing, though I don't know that I'd be a great practicer of that idea, just given the insecurities I have about my body. That said, bathing is one of the few settings I ever really feel close to comfortable in my own body at the time being, and so, I think once I finally get a little more independence, I'd like to make some friends I can take baths with. I don't know, just sounds nice I guess.

The drawings were just supposed to be doodles, a loose study on perspective/expressions at most, and then I got invested, but I couldn't really get them right, and I kept being really unhappy with them, and I didn't know how to fix them, so I just cut it off and am posting them now so I can move on to something else. I'll always gladly take critique/tips/advice, but I'm pretty uninvested in these at this point, so I might not act on them as much.

I hope the few of y'all who see my stuff have a great day! I know I'm pretty new to Tumblr, and kinda as such, I have pretty low visibility, but I really felt like talking about this one, even if there aren't many or any people listening, so on the off chance anyone bothers to read all the way down here, thank you so much! I don't really know where Tumblr draws its lines between general/mature/sexual content, so I'm labelling it mature just in case (even though the post is about how I don't really think it necessarily is), but if anyone could tell me whether I did/didn't really need to do that, that would be great!

[redphienix]

Quick observations on the update people are reblogging with excitement:

I'm excited, if only because I resent my interpretation of the purpose behind the initial ban (IOS nonsense, I've always believed- I appreciate some of the unintended benefits of the ban but face it- creeps are still here and bots are still rampant so it's been ineffective at that), and because I believe- especially with tagging- and ESPECIALLY with this new mature label- there's like no excuse to just pretend sex doesn't exist and can't be shared for pleasure or enjoyment and not strictly "censored and educational (which is then censored again because oops the educational thing included a booby :()".

But also this just straight up isn't a reversion of the porn ban. Maybe it's meant to be, but it isn't yet, and the fact that it isn't kinda worries me.

Because they didn't just unban porn and call it a day, they implemented methods to label Violence and Drugs- which I think is good, except I also think that gives me a twitter itch like they'll start trying to backtrack our access to those topics as well.

"Unalive" anyone?

But that's a pretty damning assumption and one I can't pretend I truly expect, just something I'm raising an eyebrow on because- again- this wasn't an unban. Yet.

Previously explicit and thoroughly wiped tags like #horny are still wiped and un-usable, post update.

And the TOS on adult content still remains apparently upchanged:

Perhaps this is a baby step towards reverting the change, and the concept is exciting to me because I know great creators who enjoy creating adult content- and even beyond such lofty moral grounds like my support of sex work and artists- I think someone should be allowed to log onto website.com and post hole if they so please, especially if they tag their stuff and the site in question doesn't just arbitrarily algorithmically share their hole with users who don't want to see it.

But at the moment it's just half-decent labeling for mobile. Labeling which could be part of an initiative to re-instate adult content, or part of an initiative to further censor what's shared around the site. Hard to say.

I do find it suspect that instead of unbanning stuff we've just been granted the means to categorize our posts as things that typically aren't allowed (on mobile at least).

Like, some people simply won't use the labels. What happens when mobile gets a drug post they aren't "supposed" to be getting one too many times?

If this label isn't to unban stuff on the site proper, then what's the point beyond encouraging self-moderation or getting a quick list to the people in charge of "potential problem posts" to ban, idk.

Worst case and all that. I'm simply thinking out loud after like 3 minutes of looking into it, nothing more.

[kopikokun]

Beach Day Blues༄ l.dh

↳ Out on a day trip to the beach with your boyfriend and his friends, you’re anticipating a fun time filled with sunny memories and sand filled swimsuits. What you’re not expecting is the cold shoulder from your usually happy-go-lucky boyfriend, but you’re going to get to the root of this issue, even if it’ll kill you.

pairing: lee donghyuck x reader ft. yuta, mark & jaehyun

content: fluff, beach day, reverse comfort fic, jealousy fic, very mildly suggestive ending

word count: 2053 words

Request 36: Haechan + “I need a hug.” (42) + “You’re cute when you’re angry.” (47) + “You own my heart.” (59) + Jealousy

← BACK TO NAVI.

— 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝.

Perhaps you’re being delusional. Perhaps you’re just dehydrated or, maybe, you rationalise, the scalding rays of the evening Sun have burned not only your skin but your brain cells too (if there were any to begin with). Maybe all of this is just in your head and you’re overthinking it.

    “Hey,” someone hisses, “is it just me or is Donghyuck giving you the cold shoulder?”

    At the question, or rather observation, your head swivels an almost sharp 90 degrees to stare Yuta straight in the eyes. “So, it wasn’t just me thinking that!”

    Yuta chuckles. “Yeah, he definitely seems off…” He peers at Donghyuck discreetly from beneath his sunglasses before turning back towards you. “Did you guys get into a fight or something?”

    “A fight? No way!” You pause, suddenly doubting yourself. “At least, I don’t think so…”

    Though you’re confident in your verdict of innocence regarding a fight, Yuta’s question prompts you to briefly run through the events of the day. To preface things, you, your boyfriend, Donghyuck, and a few of your friends—namely, Yuta, Jaehyun and Mark—had decided around half a month ago to clear up one day in advance for a ‘beach day’ this week. The idea had sprung after someone had brought up how nice and sunny the weather had been lately, and everyone just unanimously came to the conclusion that sunny weather equals beach day.

     You had begun packing for this trip a few days ahead to the surprise of everyone including yourself, which is a testament to your overwhelming excitement, because you rarely--if ever--pack that early for just a single day trip. But who can blame you? This would be your first official trip with Donghyuck. No, you should rephrase that. This would be your first official trip with Donghyuck as your boyfriend. You’ve been on plenty of trips before when you two were just ‘friends’, but now--and maybe this is the romanticist in you which you’ve successfully kept stored away up until recently speaking--it just feels different. You’re sure someone out there can relate, because you’ve never been one to obsess over something as feeble as a label, yet this trip has had your stomach in knots for ages.

  The packing process had gone smoothly--neither you nor Donghyuck had forgotten anything--and so had the car ride over. As far as you can recall, your day at the beach so far has gone without a hitch too. You’d had a little picnic, dipped in the oddly warm sea, played some beach volleyball (badly) and gotten some icecream afterward. No fights, no issues, no nothing.

   Maybe, you think, he found out I was involved in that little switch up with the sea water. You don’t entertain the idea for too long though immediately casting it away, because you know Donghyuck would never be the type to get so upset over a prank.

    So, why the attitude?

    You gaze at Donghyuck’s back, hoping that this mystery might just unravel itself if you stare long enough.

    “Huh…” Yuta’s voice tears you from your zealous staring competition with Donghyuck’s shoulders. “Then I wonder what’s up…”

    You sigh. You know you should confront him and have a mature conversation about what’s bothering him, but that’s so much easier said than done. Maybe this is God’s way of punishing you for ridiculing all those scenes in cheesy teen flicks where the couple would experience a major fall-out because of poor communication. During said scenes, you’d be pulling your hair out, internally screaming at the couple to just freaking talk already, yet now that you’ve been presented this obstacle for you to overcome yourself, you’re erring on the side of caution.

    Come on, you reason, I’ve been friends with Donghyuck for over half-a-decade and we’ve gotten into our fair share of arguments during those five years. What’s so different about now?

    Yeah, you’re right. You find yourself agreeing with your own thoughts, physically nodding along like you’re speaking to someone. Yuta raises a concerned eyebrow at you. Nothing’s different compared to then. You’re doing it again. He’s just my boyfriend, and that’s just a label. Stop. Obsessing. Over. Labels.

    Admittedly, it’s a bit embarrassing having to psyche yourself up to do this, but that’s not what’s important right now. What’s important is that little pep-talk, no matter how laughable it sounded, has gotten you to stand and saunter to Donghyuck with utmost confidence. In hindsight, you should’ve said something to Yuta beforehand instead of just springing from your seat and marching away. The thought hadn’t crossed your mind though, as it was obviously preoccupied with something arguably much more important than giving him the luxury of context.

    You decide not to be too transparent about your feelings at first as you take a seat beside Donghyuck on the sand, leaning your head on his shoulder, hoping that all of this was really just your imagination getting the best of you. You silently plead that he’ll perhaps treat you like he normally would, giving you a little peck on the cheek or at least wrapping his arm around your waist. Unfortunately, your hopes are smothered just as quickly as they arise because Donghyuck doesn’t even bat an eye at you, continuing to chat with Jaehyun and flat-out ignoring your presence. Still optimistic for a reaction, you leave a chaste kiss to his bare shoulder, just to let him know that “Hey, I’m here!”, but to no avail. Infuriatingly, he doesn’t even flinch. All he does is drone on to Jaehyun about something you couldn’t care less about.

    You huff. Audibly. A last ditch effort in vying for Donghyuck’s attention. It goes just as well as your previous attempts. You cross your arms, glaring at the side of Donghyuck’s stubborn little head, hoping to bore a deep hole through his brain. Maybe then he’ll finally take notice of you. Sensing the undeniable tensity in the air, Jaehyun clears his throat awkwardly, offering Donghyuck some lame excuse about needing to take a piss, before shuffling away. Well, at least someone knows how to take a hint.

    With Jaehyun’s departure, you’re left alone with Donghyuck. Usually, he’d be leaping to drown you in affection the second you two had privacy--or even if you two didn’t, to be frank--but all he does now is fiddle with the strings of his swimming shorts absentmindedly.

    “What’s wrong, Hyuck?” you finally ask, desperate to break this frustratingly suffocating silence. “Is something wrong?”

    Finally, after what seems like centuries, Donghyuck acknowledges your existence, though the look he gives you is not a pleasant one. In fact, it’s one of agitation. His tongue prods at his inner cheek before he says, tone bitter, “I don’t know. Why don’t you tell me?”

    Evidently taken aback, you crease your eyebrows at him. “I… Did I do something wrong, babe?”

    “Oh, come on,” he scoffs, scornful amusement overtaking his normally amiable features. “Don’t pretend like you don’t know. You can just come out and say it.”

    “Say what, Hyuck?”

    “How much more you’re into Mark than into me,” Donghyuck says like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

    You can’t help but laugh, simply bewildered as to how on Earth he came to this conclusion. “I’m into who now?”

    “Mark,” Donghyuck rolls his eyes, “don’t have to pretend like you’re surprised.”

  “I’m not into--” you sigh, a smile of disbelief tugging at your lips. “Okay, tell me why you think I’m into Mark.”

    “I don’t think. I know,” Donghyuck argues and you scoff, “but it’s obvious. And I have proof. Take when we were playing volleyball for instance. The whole time, you kept eyeing Mark up and laughing at his jokes. All of them. Even the weird ones that nobody gets.”

    You snort. “Baby… I wasn’t ‘eyeing Mark up’, I was watching him just in case he missed the ball. And about the joke thing, to his credit, some of them were actually pretty funny! But, as for the the rest--and don’t tell Mark I said this--I felt kinda bad nobody else laughed at them, so I just laughed along with him. Trust me, I’ve been in his shoes before and it sucks. Not all of us are born as naturally as funny as you, Hyuck.” You’re a little remorseful that you’re essentially dissing Mark, but you’re sure he’d understand. Your relationship’s on the line here.

    Donghyuck harrumphs, but you can tell by the slight quirk of his lip that he’s a little tickled by you poking fun at Mark and he’s totally been swayed by your compliment.

    “Okay, fine that explains that, but how about when we went swimming just now? Why did you and Mark keep exchanging funny looks?”

    “That?” You giggle. “You know how your drink was mysteriously replaced by seawater?”

    “Yeah,” he trails off, his suspicion growing by the second.

    “Who do you think that was?”

    Donghyuck groans. “Wait, that was you? Seriously? That was mean, babe.”

  “Aww, I know, Hyuck. I’m sorry,” you coo. Your hand inches its way closer to his as you attempt to intertwine your fingers together.

    Donghyuck rejects your endeavour of fondness. “Nu-uh, no way. I’m not done with you yet.”

    “Oh my God, Hyuck, there’s more?” you complain, though there’s a tint of amusement in your voice.

    “Yes, there’s more, and you won’t be able to worm your way out of this one either,” he says smugly, as if it’d be a good thing if you in fact, couldn’t worm your way out of his next accusation. “How about when we went to get ice cream and you kept sliding up next to him?”

    You pout. “I just wanted to try the watermelon popsicle he got.”

    Donghyuck blinks at you, his once irritated expression dissolving. He seems dumbfounded as you hold his gaze, your mirthful smile never faltering. He turns away from you. “Oh, well… then whatever. I guess you aren’t into Mark.”

    “Hyuck,” you say, hand crawling up his arm, “were you jealous?”

    “Well, yeah, obviously,” he deadpans, still refusing to meet your gaze.

    You giggle. “You’re cute when you’re angry.”

    His cold facade is immediately abandoned at your teasing intonation, and just like that, your cheery Hyuck is back. “Baby,” he whines, readjusting himself so he’s facing you head-on, “don’t tease me. I couldn’t help but be jealous, you know?”

    “And why is that?”

    Donghyuck purses his lips. “Why? What do you mean why?” He gestures up and down, eyes sweeping over you. “Look how pretty you are! What am I supposed to do when you look this good all the time? It’s unfair, really, that you’re this pretty.”

    A blistering heat, one that is much hotter than the Sun, gathers in your cheeks. “Oh really now, Hyuck?”

    “Yes, really,” he says, genuity seeping into his every word. “Literally, everyday I’m surprised you’re even real.” You grin bashfully and Donghyuck pounds his fist to his chest dramatically like he’s been shot. “See! You’re only smiling and I’m already having heart palpitations at just twenty years old.”

    “Okay, okay, Hyuck. You can stop hyping me up now,” you chuckle. You’re beyond glad that your boyfriend has returned to his spirited self, but you know you should address what just happened seriously, just in case. “But hey, I’m sorry that I made you feel that way. Looking back, it definitely could’ve been misinterpreted as flirting and I would never want you to have any reason to feel insecure about our relationship because you own my heart, Hyuck.”

    “Aw, babe, you can be really cheesy when you want to be,” says Donghyuck, pinching your cheeks. He plays what you said off casually, but you know that deep down, it resonates with him, and he honestly appreciates your sincerity. “Come here, I need a hug.”

    “Right now? There are people around, Hyuck.”

    “But you look so good right now. I can’t resist.”

    “I don’t know, Hyuck…” You smile demurely.

    “Alright, then what about,” Donghyuck reaches to tuck your hair behind your ear, whispering, “we ditch the beach day and go cuddle in the car? My skin’s burning, anyway.”

    You grin. “They’re gonna notice that we went missing, you know?”

    “So?” Donghyuck challenges, leaning in to place a short but telling kiss on the juncture which connects your ear and your jaw. “Even better. I want them to know.”

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A Forgotten Memory

An Alex x OC fic

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XII - Samantha

She never expected Alex to handle the situation maturely. She expected him to badger him into going with him on that vacation. She wanted to go for closure's sake, but that would be too unfair for him. He wouldn't want that. Alex was a perfect boyfriend material for her, it's a shame he's a CIA agent.

She gave him a thumbs up as he raised an olive green shirt he tried on, honestly she thought he'd look good on any outfit. She opted on simple clothing as all of this were just temporary and Alex already made the call and would extract them to safety the day after tomorrow. A deep sigh as the idea that it's all over.

They spent the rest of the day at their room. The tv tuned in to local news, talking in a language she found incomprehensible. Alex seemed to be intently watching, guess he's the kind of person who's really into current events, translating headlines for her, which she found kinda sweet.

Samantha plopped her head on her mattress, they apparently rented separate beds, making her think this was another sign from whatever Fates were weaving their destinies, to which she almost want to believe in.

"Real for your thoughts?" Alex joked, offering her a coin from the country they're in. Samantha once again laughed at him for it, he really knows how to cheer her up.

"Say, if you weren't a "CIA Agent", what would you be?" she asked, mouthing the term CIA Agent.

Alex hummed as he thought of an answer.

"Dad always said I'm good with people. That's why he wanted me to pursue Sales or Marketing or any Business course." he chuckled at the idea.

"I bet you'd look good in a suit." Samantha chimed in, mentally fighting herself not to imagine him in one. She has to let go of him, for her own heart's sake.

"Yeah? I wore it a few times. I actually feel like a hundred grand when I wore it." he smiled as his eyes trailed off to memory lane. Samantha tried her best not to admire the scenery infront of her. This was harder than she thought.

"I wonder if our paths would cross if we were somebody else..." Samantha asked another follow up question.

"Maybe, I'll get sick and I'd be admitted to a hospital you're stationed to." He replied, amused at the story he's forged.

"Yeah, what are the odds." She dismissed, laughing at the absurdity of his imagination.

"I'm gonna miss you." He stated, completely off topic and completely serious. Samantha thought she already cried everything she could for today, but tears started welling once again. She felt that her movements were automatic, as she quickly dove to Alex's bed and tackled him with a hug. Alex didn't hesitate and quickly gave her a kiss. It felt hot, wet and longing. As if they were deprived from each other for a very long time, their tongues clashed inside their mouths, as they held their breaths neither one of them wanted to break free from each other.

Their hands started grazing against each other, desperately longing for each others touch, his rough palm against her smooth thigh. Each slide sent shivers throughout her whole body. She convinced herself that this could help her move on, even though she believed it would just worsen their case, but she was only human and this what what she yearned for ever since last night. She was willing to add one last memory of him, one she convinced herself to be the final one.

Alex was very responsive to her, he couldn't deny that he liked where this was going. Besides, he was the one who bargained her for an extension. He lied down and let her take the lead, following what she wanted to happen and letting her take over. Following every order she whispers without hesitation. He understands what she felt and he feels the same. They'll be away from each other in two days, it's only reasonable to make these count.

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Samantha traced Alex's cheek with her index finger, feeling the thick beard brush against it as she slides it up his hair, spreading her palm and feeling his head with it. She never felt this sexually contented in quite a while, a feeling she's deprived of after the loss of her long term boyfriend. Her touch seemed to startle him as he slowly opened his eyes and smiled, letting out a sexy groan and reaching for her. Samantha shifted her position so Alex could spoon her from behind, letting his warm body heat up her naked back. She let out a contented sigh and slowly urged herself to sleep.

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The sound of children lauging and running outside the streets woke Samantha up, with a quick glance she found out that Alex was nowhere to be found. She hastily put on her clothes and looked at the window. A sigh of relief escaped her nostrils when she found him playing with the children. It was a heartwarming view, adding fuel to the flame labeled "My love for this Man", a flame slowly being extinguished by time. The kids stopped playing and started pointing out to the sky, waving like excited people when Titanic left the dock. She saw Alex turn to her and gave her a sad frown.

"I thought it was tomorrow." Samantha asked as soon as Alex entered the room, quickly picking up the little things they owned.

"I'm also worried why we got extracted earlier." Alex replied, holding her shoulders and staring at her. He's CIA but Samantha could actuly feel the sadness in his aura, despite him good at concealing emotion.

Samantha followed as they make their way to the aircraft.

"Why is it a day earlier?" She heard Alex yell as the loud whirring of the propeller filled the area.

"It's secret orders. The Head believes that the assumption that someone within the CIA is in kahoots with Nero is still in play." the pilot replied. Alex tapped his shoulder and escorted her to the plane. She couldn't believe it, but she's flying home. A plethora of mixed emotions overwhelmed her as they slowly ascended from the little town which housed them for a day, the view of it getting smaller and smaller as they flew farther away back home.

As soon as they descended and stepped out of the plane, she quickly pulled Alex for one last message. He's going to be busy now as she overheard the mole they're trying to catch.

"Hey. Guess I brought you home safe, after all." He laughs, tapping her shoulder.

"Yeah. You're a man of your word after all." She smiled and hugged him tight, not minding the people around them. Then from the corner of her eye, a tall intimidating figure stood. It was her father.

"I guess this is goodbye." She whispered.

"We could still talk after the briefing." Alex countered, still hopeful.

"My Dad's here. He's going to send me away. Thanks Alex... For everything... I'm sorry I can't be there for you..." she sobbed.

"I fully understand, Samantha. You're a memory worth treasuring. Heck, maybe when I retire, you're still ummm available.. so why not?" he joked. A joke he wished would be half true.

"Don't get your hopes too high, Alex. I don't want to live waiting for uncertainty. I'm done with that." She smiled and bid him one last goodbye. Tears were shed and hearts were broken... but life must continue to go on and experiences will then become teachers for the future. Samantha thought, the idea of moving on from two men in a span of a month was tiresome and heart aching, but she believed that she's strong enough to face it all in due time.

Alex walked away to the briefing room not leaving his eye on her, Samantha did the same as she walked to his father. They're both going to miss each other a LOT.

"My beautiful Sammy! You're safe!" Richard Coleman, her father, hugged her dearly. She could feel his worry fade away the moment he saw her in one piece.

"Dad." she cried.

"I'm sorry I brought you in this mess... I tried to make your life normal but-" the head apologized and Samantha cut him off.

"It's okay Dad. I could handle the experience. Besides, the CIA did a good job protecting me. And that's on you, right?" She laughed, trying to hide the pain.

"I see you've acquainted yourself to my general duties." he replied.

"Yeah. A little bit."

"I've come to make amends, as a father and as the Head of National Defense." The tone shifted seriously, Samantha's heart raced at what's going to happen next.

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"MK Ultra's successful memory alteration serum." The doctor proudly said infront of the head of defense and his daughter.

"Directly injected to the subject along with a narration of a certain script, made by our scriptwriters, we are able to implant, alter or delete selected memories from our patient." he added. Samantha shuddered at the idea, it's somehow cruel and inhumane but also what she might need to live a normal life.

"This means we could remove her memories of the IP address and everything that's happened to her in the past weeks?" Richard queried.

"Yes, we could make it look like she had a vacation somewhere." the scientist replied.

"She has to make a detail of events that we could forge. If she cooperates, this will be a 100% success." The scientist supplemented once again.

"So, what do you say, Sammy? Is this enough for you to start a normal life?" Richard asked, Samantha was overwhelmed at the decision she's going to make. It was too hard for her to let go of Alex's memories, but then again... they weren't meant to end up together anyway. A huge price to pay for a shot at a new life.

"Before I go, can I atleast have one last request?"

She spoke, determination filled her voice.

"Sure, what is it?" Richard agreed.

"A pen and paper." She said, tears falling out of her eyes.

[jeontaeil-archived]

quick rant about smut in books, the other day i was look through my younger sisters(she’s 16 i’m 18)book shelf for books to read i picked one, read it and it hasd a smut scene in it? ik she shouldn’t be reading but people her age do end up accidentally reading. and the worst part was that the book was labeled as ‘teen romance’. 1/2 (sorry it couldn’t fit all in one ask)

i wanted your perspective on this cause ur a smut writer, what would be the difference between your writing smut here and like seeing it in books that are sometimes even read at schools. and most times these books don’t even have age limits/restrictions on them or even warnings about these scenes (sorry if phrasing is weird i’m bad at writing) 2/2 _

that's odd..usually books like that have a disclaimer or warning at the start where it's stated that the plot contains mature content..also, from my own experience, libraries and bookstores make it compulsory for you to show id confirming that you're of legal consent age before allowing you to read a book like that. i'm not sure if it's like that everywhere but that's how it is where i'm from.

it's kinda irresponsible for books with smut to not have age restrictions, i mean just cause it's teen romance doesn't mean that younger audiences aren't reading it. i've noticed that there's this normalisation of minors or in this case teens engaging in sexual practices (something we regularly see in teen tv shows or movies) which technically is very wrong..maybe that's why there weren't any warnings.

i don't really know what else to add other than the fact that it's a problem in the publishing industry. it shows a lack of awareness amongst distributors. like they're probably out here saying "read this book at your own discretion" without telling readers what they need to be discerned about.

[revengerevisited]

i found this vanqua fic the other day, it’s only a couple chapters but i like it so far. :3 it does have a ‘creator chose not to add warnings’ label though, so please be cautious. also baby-xemnas aka kotbysleep (nsfw) aka nekokat42 (also nsfw) is a much better vanqua artist than me so please check him out. X’D (heads-up those twitter threads are way longer than you think so make sure you see eeeverything~).

anyway, more wip art below the cut, plus my endless rambling (i talk about 18+ topics, just a warning)—

i’m still working on venqua week and i’ve got 2 more prompts to go, one i haven’t started yet and one i’m halfway done with—

~aaand yeah i’m re-using it for a vanqua pic too... X’D am i lazy, or just resourceful? you decide. ;P

but yeah, both of these pics will have an 18+ version as well. i admit i’m super anxious about posting it next week, as i’ve seen just how absolutely toxic fandom is on twitter. like, you thought tumblr was bad? i’ve spent the last few days preemptively blocking literally hundreds if not thousands of antis just so i can feel a little safer posting my content without some asshat calling me a pedo or telling me to kill myself over cartoons. XU i somewhat worry that i’ve accidentally blocked some people who were just joking around and weren’t actually harassing anyone, but it’s just so hard to tell sometimes. if i’ve accidentally blocked anybody here, just let me know so i can unblock you. :3 (idk why that sentence came out so sinister sounding but i’m legit being sincere X’D).

but seriously, idk when fandom suddenly got such a stick up its ass (around 2016-17 from my guesstimate) and decided aging-up a fictional character by a year or two is such a crime, but i guess that’s just the state of things. :T i could draw vanitas as a centaur or make him blond or whatever and no one cares, but aging him by one year? suddenly big problem! yeah, right. XP like, i know i said every character in kh is 17+ as of khmom (ignoring any weird timeline retcons of course), but heck i could make an honest case for the wayfinder family all being adults. hear me out—

it’s been 13 years since bbs, right? and for 12 of those years, aqua was in the realm of darkness, terra had some awareness while being possessed by xehanort, ven experienced some of sora’s life when he was in a coma, and vanitas was almost certainly in ven/sora’s heart as well, so all four of them could be said to be 31, 33, and 29 respectively. it’s not like their character models were any different when they were young teens as opposed to older teens, so can we really be sure they’re not all 30~ by now? heck, since ven is from the age of fairytales i could say he’s 1000 years old if i wanted too! (psst, it’s almost as if these are all fictional characters living in a fantasy world with time travel and whatnot and their ages are completely arbitrary numbers nomura made up on the spot, numbers which he has retconned before! :P).

now i don’t actually think they’re that old, but if people are gonna hassle me over a goddamn 2-year age difference, i might as well say fuck it and have fun with it, right? ;P it’s not like antis even know what the canon character ages even actually are, like when they try to say that skuld is underage when (assuming she’s subject x) she’d be around 28~ by now, or axel and saïx’s age. (maybe i’ll draw some saïx x skuld art and watch the antis lose their minds. ;P it wouldn’t even have to be nsfw to rile them up).

anyway, i do admit i’m feeling a little burned out on art recently. XP i’ve been trying to get one art piece out per week plus venqua week, and yeah it’s kinda taken its toll. i know this really isn’t anything anyone wants to hear, but i’ve been kinda thinking of moving away from fandom projects to work on my own original work. now, i’m not saying i’m abandoning a heart and a half nor anything as drastic as that! but i have spent like 2 years of my life on it just to get to the halfway mark, and i’m not sure i can spend 2 more doing only that.

i’ve got an original story idea that i’ve been working on-and-off on for the past 7 years or so, and i’m thinking of going back to it again (it does need a pretty big re-write). its main pairing is actually pretty vanqua-ish, now that i think about it. like, imagine the realm of darkness but instead of the heartless it’s infested with demons, and the main characters are the demon-slaying duo of a serious yet kindhearted half-angel and a feral, snarky half-demon. i even aged them up from 14 to 18 so none of my potential fans have to suffer the same anti bullshit that i have. XP

what else can i ramble about... oh, i got these super cute pins for christmas! :D the heartless is by xkirakira, and vanitas and aqua are by maxxmerch. they’re just so cute! X3 i hope everyone had a merry christmas and a happy holiday! i’ll see you guys later. ^3^ 

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*looks around sheepishly* ó3ò alright... confession time. spoilers for a heart and a half for the rest of this post—

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sooo~ i’ve kinda hinted at this before, but yeah i’ve always planned on adding a sex scene to a heart and a half; when i started writing back in 2018 i hadn’t realized how hostile fandom had become compared to only a few years ago, and it worries me that some readers might drop the fic because of it, or be angry with me over the underage aspect. :(

idk, i could go on about how i just wanted to explore every aspect of a romantic relationship, or how other disney/square enix characters married or had kids young (ariel, sarah hawkins, héctor, claudia strife, possibly jasmine), or how attempting to apply real-world rules to a videogame fantasy setting is inherently silly and pointless, but really it’s just ‘cause i love vanitas and aqua to bits and i just wanted to write a cute and funny mild sex scene between them (this fic is rated mature, not explicit, so much less graphic than confection affection), and at the end of the day they are just fictional characters, after all.

i guess all i can hope for is that i’m a skilled enough writer to pull it off in a believable way, and that my audience won’t be too put off by it. >_> i know vanitas and aqua have technically only known each other for about 2 months so it might not be ‘realistic’ for them to go so far into a relationship so soon, but i think it’s important to remember that ultimately this is a romantic fairytale, and other canon disney couples haven’t seen nearly as deeply into each other’s hearts as vanitas and aqua have (and this video also helped me feel better about it).

i also wanted to finish that nsfw venqua fic i started a few months back, it’s set just before the mark of mastery so yes ven would be 16. i suppose it’s a way of testing the waters to see what kind of reception i’d get (hopefully positive) before i get to that part of a heart and a half. i was also thinking of including some of the uh, ‘keyblades as erogenous zones’ aspect from this terraquaven fic as well... w-why are you looking at me like that?! it’s funny! *sweats nervously* o3o’

in all honesty, i’m probably just overthinking all this (which, knowing me, is almost a guarantee >_<) and i should just *ahem* let my heart be my guiding key, and just write what i want to write without worrying about it all the time. i just get so anxious so easily... buuut that’s not really news to anyone, now is it? ;P well, i think that’s the end of my endless ramble, thanks for reading if you got this far. X’D and i really hope i didn’t actually upset anybody about a heart and a half. ;_; i just felt like i needed to vent a little, but don’t worry about me, i’m doing fine. anyway, i really should stop typing and get back to work on venqua week, sooo... bye! X3

[majorshiraharu]

Echoes In My Mind; Chapter 4 - Familiar Faces - EchoxReader Fic

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Content Rating: Mature+ Warnings: Swearing Anxiety Trigger Warnings: Depression PTSD Nightmares Trauma Torture ; only references from the previous chapters   

If there are any warning labels I’m missing please inform me

Notes: Y/O/N = Your characters original name (before they went into hiding) Sorry this got a little long lol Taglist: @grand-admiral-luna

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They were right, after a few weeks and a lot of hard work you were walking again, your legs and arms were still weak at times, but at least you could move around without needing Echo to follow you like a lost puppy dog -- though you do miss having him around, you miss having him curled up at your bedside holding your hand as you fell asleep, you actually kinda miss having him feed you, mostly since it always annoyed Crosshair. It was nice having someone care for you, and it was nice to get to know Echo better over this time, though you didn't actually learn too much about who he was since he still didn't tell you anything about his past, and you fearing that if the man who captured you knew who you were, you didn't want to put Echo or the others in any danger by telling them about your past either, in case this guy ever found you guys, you couldn't bear the thought of Echo being hurt by that scum. - Though you really wanted to tell him, tell him everything, most of all, how you felt about him, you didn't want to waste this chance by repeating your mistake, but you can't, for some reason, you just can't bring yourself to tell him, not yet anyway. -------------------- You walk into the small area of the ship that Tech had all his things set up in, hoping to get an answer to a question you had. "Hey, Tech, about having questions, um, I have one..." you call out.

"Oh Y/N, sure, how can I help?" he asks, motioning you to come over. "So, uh, the guy who...tortured me...um..well he used the poison for more than just trying to kill me, he wanted to remove something, and I need to know if it's true, what he said, and if it worked..."  "Ok, what is it?  I can scan your body and blood again to check what you're looking for," he asked curiously, but almost like he knew what you were talking about. "Promise me you won't tell anyone about this, not anyone!" you say with a concerned look, worried about having just one person find out you're a force user.  "Not even Echo" he teases "What...uh...no, why would you ask?" you shoot back trying to hide your flustered expression.  "Oh....no reason....so, what is it?" he says smirking before looking down at his datapad. "It's um....for...uh....Midi-chlorians."  "Hm, let me check" - he takes some blood from you and puts it into a slot by his holoscreen pulling up some graphs and numbers you don't understand. "So, what does it say?" you question, eagerly awaiting his answer. "Well, it shows normal levels," he says comparing it to other graphs and numbers on the screen.  -"But, for some reason, it has increased since the last test I took, interesting, is this what you meant?" he asks turning around to look at you.

"Not exactly, he said he'd take it from me, but if they're increasing that means he failed, right, but....no matter how hard I try I still can't use it." "The Force?  Well to my limited knowledge it's not possible to take it away, you can reduce the Midi-chlorian levels, but if a user is strong enough it will return, you would just need to reach a level closer to your original before it would fully return. This is the information I've gathered from some old Jedi text." "Wait wait wait, I never said anything about the Force, and I'm no Jedi, and why do have old Jedi text anyway, that’s forbidden under the Empires new laws" you say nervously. 

"No, you're not, but you were a strong Force user that worked for the Republic," he said adjusting his glasses.  "What, no, uh why would you say that?!" you're starting to panic, wondering how he could possibly have figured this out and if everyone else knew... "It was in your file - if you're wondering how I found it, - your blood is stored in the old files from the Republic I have saved, this includes some medical files and Jedi text, along with files on important members of GAR, when I input some of your blood samples into the scanner months ago your file popped up.  Oh, don't worry I didn't tell any of the others, your secret is safe with me." "Ah, I thought those files would have all been destroyed, thank you for not telling anyone."

"The files were destroyed by the Empire and made illegal, but I have a lot of old stuff stored on this thing from back before the Empire took power, it's all saved locally so they can't remove or access it unless they get their hands on this, but I've got plenty of safety features to protect this information," he says patting a terminal next to the holoscreen. "Thank you Tech, so...then about the Force, it'll come back?"  "It never left, your Midi-chlorians were taken down a lot, when comparing to your old records, but the more I study these numbers I think that not even this is true, I can't be certain, since I can't find the poison metal in your system anymore, but I think that is interfering with the Midi-chlorian count somehow." "What do you mean?" "You should be able to use the Force, based off of other records including our own, it appears that the only thing that can actually remove Midi-chlorians from the body is by losing parts of your body, an example would be Echo, he lost an arm and both legs, his count is lower compared to his old files, but that hasn't happened to you.  My conclusion would be that the metal is somehow preventing the scanner from picking up everything." "But if I can technically use the Force, why can't I use it now?" "I'm not sure...the Force seems to be something that is based not only in the body but also the mind.  You went through a lot, and since your body is mostly back to normal, I would recommend focusing on your mind.  -Echo told me you have a lot of nightmares about the torture, maybe start with that." he says before hearing his name being called from the other room by Hunter. "Tech, get over here, we need you to review some bounty missions," Hunter shouts over the sound of his brothers chatting. "You should go, thank you for the help Tech, I appreciate it, hopefully, I can figure out what's wrong," you say looking down at the ground wondering how you were supposed to stop these nightmares and regain your abilities.

"No worries, based on your files I think this is something you can handle, but if you ever need help from any of us, --especially Echo would be happy to help," he says smirking while walking off to join his brothers. -You roll your eyes before heading back to your room. ---------------------------------------------------------------- You're sitting on the floor, trying to meditate. -You are back in the dark building, you hear screaming, - it sounds familiar, you move closer to the screaming.  - The closer you get the more you realize it's you screaming, it's your voice.  There's talking, but you can't understand what they're saying, suddenly you hear a voice calling your name, you look around and there is no one. The voice gets louder and louder until you're snapped out of your meditation. --"Y/N, hey, do you copy, Y/N?!" Hunter's voice comes in over your com. It takes a moment for you to realize where you are and answer your com, "Sorry, what is it?" you ask slightly annoyed that you were snapped out of your meditation. 

"Come join us, we're discussing a potential bounty mission and we need your help."

"Okay, I'll be right there," you say turning off your com while you get up and head towards the main area of the ship. Requesting your presence at one of their meetings wasn't something that happened before, usually, you hadn't been included in the past ones because of your health, you're still not back to normal, now suffering more from mental than physical pain, but hopefully, you could be of some use. -- "You called for me?" you ask walking into the area of the ship they always held their briefings in. “Ah Y/N, yes we require your help on this mission, Tech decoded the frequency of the bounty request and it is coming from an Imperial base, we need the credits to stock up on our supplies and for fuel, but if the Empire finds out who we are we could be in some trouble.  You're not a Clone so we're going to need you to accept the information from them and later on drop off the bounty, are you willing to do this?" Hunter said motioning you towards the table. They all look at you, clearly concerned, especially Tech since he knows you use to be part of the Republic, but none of them knowing if you might have a bad past with the Empire.  You know they need these credits badly, you overheard Tech and Echo talking the other day about how low they had run on credits and supplies after tending to you for so long and not being able to take the more dangerous bounties which always paid better. You don't know how much Tech knew, if he found out that you use to work under the direct command of the Chancellor who was now the Emperor, you were a powerful force user, you were also a bounty hunter before that, you'd been found by him because of your skills, you were hired to be a military leader within GAR, taking dangerous missions all the time, you served alongside some of the best battalions and Jedi. When order 66 happened you were expected to fulfill your duty, to die, being the right-hand woman of the Chancellor now turned Emperor you were a danger to him and his new Empire, but you refused to accept that fate and after escaping you deserted the military, changing your appearance and never looking back.  Even though a friend of yours helped you fake your death, you didn't exactly want to march into an Imperial base and help them, but you did want to help the people who saved your life and that you've grown to care for. After a long pause and their faces growing more concerned, you finally answered. "Yes! - I owe you guys for saving and helping me, I'm also starting to like it here so I gotta do something besides waste your credits and supplies" you say with a confidant but sad grin on your face.

"Don't worry about that, but it's good to have you on board for this one," Hunter said giving you a datapad with the information on it. ---------------------------------------------------------

You all spend a few hours planning and going over all the information provided, you also decided to go over some details in case anything went wrong -- the autopilot dropped the ship out of hyperspace plotting its course for the planet where this meeting will take place, Tech takes over the landing of the ship, setting the ship down near the designated hanger of the Imperial base. --------------------------------------------------------- Anxiety rushes over you as you put on your armor, Echo comes over to your side looking concerned, "Y/N, are you sure you want to do this? We aren't going to force you to do this, clearly, there's something bothering you about this mission and -" 

"Echo it's fine," you say coldly, cutting him off, causing a sad expression to fall over his face,  "Y/N, you know you can tell me anything." "Not this Echo, trust me you're better off not knowing," you say putting on the last parts of your armor, putting on your helmet and activating the voice changer, hoping this will keep the Empire from knowing who you are, even with your change in appearance you rather be safe than sorry. Echo attempts to say something but you ignore him, making his sad expression turn into a frustrated one filling his face as you headed over to the main part of the ship, walking out the door as the others wish you good luck, Tech had connected their coms through your helmet so they could give you tips or information, and just in case anything goes wrong they'll know right away this time. --------------------------------------------------

You march over to the building housing the office where your meeting will take place, avoiding as many Imperial people as you can on your way there. -- You finally reach the office, knocking on the door identifying yourself as only a bounty hunter here for the mission they requested. "Come in," says the Imperial on the other side of the door, you push the button to let yourself in, walking in you notice a person standing off to the side of the desk, she looks very unfriendly her short black hair rounding her face in an unflattering way, the man behind the desk looked pretty standard, clean cut black hair with some gray showing, but when he turned to fully face you you noticed something -- he was a Clone!?! What the heck you thought...well good thing they sent you, otherwise, they'd be in a world of trouble, suddenly you notice on the side of his face there was a scar tracing around the side of his eye in a distinct cut, you'd seen this before, you'd seen him before.  After you'd been tortured your memory had gotten pretty bad, not helped by the many sleepless nights caused by nightmares, but you know him you just can't place it, right as you think of who he is he introduces himself. "I'm Commander Cody, who are you?", you can't believe it Cody is working for the Empire, well actually you can, unlike Rex he wasn't one who defied orders, at least not easily or often, but you'd rather not think about this because you use to be good friends and now he's working for the ruling force in the galaxy that wants you dead, what would he do if he knew it was you? You notice just how miserable he looks, he always enjoyed being out on the front lines, not stuck behind a desk, you try to lighten the mood some with your classic sarcasm which always use to earn you a smile from him.   "The bounty hunter you called, genius!" "You were able to track us, hmph, at least that means you're somewhat competent, what are your skills?" he asks coldly, not even attempting to play along with your sarcastic jab.

"Whatever you need them to be." you reply jokingly 

--"You are a cocky one, show some respect" the lady standing to the side snorts out. "Pryce!" Cody snaps shooting an angry look at her, making her squirm with fear. "Anyway, what I need you to do is stop some terrorist forces that are attacking a mining company, our units have had little luck stopping them or finding their armories and leader, I need you to go there and stop them, destroy the armories, and any weapons you find, then bring me their leader, alive, understood?"

"So what you're saying is the Empire can't do its job and you need me? Well you’re in luck so don't worry I can handle this," you say crossing your arms. The lady named Pryce speaks up again, "You better not destroy or damage any of our mining equipment, understood??" basically yelling this at you, earning another death glare from Cody, before he reaches for a datapad on his table sliding it across to you. "That contains all the information you need, and don't tell anyone we hired you for this."

"Got it," you say quickly looking over the datapad scanning it with your helmet before getting up to leave, "Good to se-... um... meet you, Commander," you say hoping he didn't notice your slip up. Both of them just look at you not saying anything. --After you leave the room Pryce turns to Cody, "You think we can trust that one?' she asks.

"I trust her more than I do Stormtroopers that aren't Clones," he says with a huff.

"The Empire was right to decommission the Clones, they are old and aren't needed, not to mention most of them seem to be in bad moods," she says walking towards the door. "Well, when we have to deal with people of your kind it'll put us in a bad mood.  Oh, and if you eventually want a position in the Empire I would recommend you try and get along with us, this mission isn't over yet so you'll be stuck with me for a while," he said leaning back in his chair folding his arm and smirking. "This isn't some mission, it's a simple job my father asked you to do, but since your Stormtroopers failed him, he made me come check in on you and you had hired this bounty hunter filth.  If you still want us to work with the Empire might I suggest showing me some more respect Clone."

"Who are you going to work for Ms. Pryce?  You don't even call the shots at Pryce Mining, your father does and I doubt he'd be pleased to hear about your behavior towards the Empire." Cody scoffs causing her to stop in the doorway, frozen with anxiety and fear.

"You're right, forgive me, it's been a long day.  I will be in contact in a few standard days, otherwise, update me if you hear anything sooner from her," she said before walking out the door. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- You're all sitting around a table looking over some holomaps and texted displayed on the holoscreen Tech had set up. "It seems these people attacking the Pryce Mining company are mostly angry locals, but, the weapons and tactics they are using are not their own, I can't trace any of the weapons, but I assume they are coming from a better-organized group with ties to the underground.  Their tactics, on the other hand, are very similar to battle tactics used during the Clone Wars by the Republic Army." 

"So what you're saying Tech is that these guys are getting outside help?" Hunter says hoping to get to the point Tech always seemed to drag out.

"Well yes, but I don't know who is helping them." "That doesn't change our objective,  -- Echo you and Y/N go over the tactics some more, I'm having the both of you go with Crosshair to take out the armories in the southern sector, while Wrecker, Tech and I will take the northern sector."

"Are we sure Wrecker can comply with the stealth part of this mission?" you say jokingly.

"Just cause I hate em doesn't mean I can't do em," Wrecker huffs "All right everyone, cut the chatter, let's get to work, oh prepare yourselves, this mission won't be easy so you all better be on your a game," Hunter says before heading over to the cockpit with Tech. --------------- Echo and you look over the tactics some more, you notice them being similar to ones you had helped teach Saw and his rebellion during the Clone Wars.  Rex and Anakin had drawn up most of these tactics. "Something about these tactics seems familiar," Echo says studying the information on the holomap you guys put together.

"They're similar to General Skywalker's and Rex's early battle tactics during the Clone Wars, I know cause I helped Rex and Y/O/N work on th---" suddenly he cuts himself off realizing he's just told you an important part of his past. You stand there in shock, realizing that the man sitting next to you has to be the same Echo you served with, no there's no mistake now, he is in fact the man you loved and served with on countless missions.  You had spent some late nights together working on these tactics, and the way he says your name is the same, you can't help but let a shocked expression flow over your face, unsure if you should say anything, or if you should keep quiet... "Oh, um sorry, forget I said that," he blurts out quickly noticing your reaction. The room becomes awkwardly quiet, - filled with a stillness that was uncomfortable.  You both look back to the information displayed on the holoscreens. Should you tell him, you think. Should I tell him everything...finally, -or should I spare him from everything, clearly he doesn't know it's you, how could he though, you don't act much like your old self and you look nothing alike.  Even though it hasn't been all that long since the end of the war it was enough time to move on from the life before, not to mention Echo had died some years ago, or so you thought.  You wonder where Echo's been all this time, how didn't you know he was back, that he was alive, how was he alive?   -So many questions filled your mind, your breathing started to become as sporadic as your heartbeat, your brain was overloaded with all this information.  Your legs started to tremble and you could feel a cold sweat breaking out across your body as your vision tunneled, you looked over to him for a short moment before everything went black and the only sound you heard was the painful crash of your head on the ground and Echo calling your name before calling for help.

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[savannah-lim]

Hell’s Dell’s || Savannah & Marley

Timing: Current Parties: @savannah-lim and @detectivedreameater Location: Dell’s Tavern Content: Panic (Mara fear gas), Clowns (Vague description), Head Trauma

Savannah had needed to process so much during her time in White Crest that sometimes she forgot to sit back and take a deep and careful examination of it. She was almost used to the town to the point of desensitisation, which alone should have frightened her. What had begun as a simple missing persons investigation into Agent Sterling had turned into an exploration of an entirely new world, one she didn’t want to give up entirely too easily. If she was honest, maybe that’s why she hadn’t submitted a final report on Agent Sterling’s case yet, why she kept finding more cases to dive into. If anything had managed to shock her recently, it had been the Dullahan. Stryder had known all about it, explained it away as something all White Cresters should know about, and even managed to defend her excitement about seeing it in a way Savannah understood on a deep and personal level. If not for that explanation, Savannah wasn’t sure she’d have invited Stryder out for drinks at all. “What are you having?” she asked as they found a booth, taking off her jacket and folding it neatly beside her. 

Savannah Lim was a mystery to Marley. She had watched the destruction of the Dullahan, watched Marley fawn over him-- listened to her explain what was going on, and she’d still invited Marley out for a drink. And, more importantly, not reported her. Marley should have been more concerned about citizens when they were being attacked, but she just couldn’t help it-- the pull of their fear was too good to pass up. It was like she’d been hypnotized, realy. But here she was now, standing outside of Dell’s, heading in to get a drink with a normal human FBI agent who believed in the supernatural somehow. And she wanted to talk about creepy things. How could Marley pass that up? “Tequila lime,” she answered, removing her own jacket and hanging it on the back of the chair. “So...how’re you liking White Crest so far?”

"Tequila Lime?" Savannah repeated, considering that as an option before nodding. She usually didn't dive right into the spirits, but what the hell. It sounded good. "We'll get two of those. There's a Dutch beer that tastes like Tequila. It sounds awful, but it's actually really good. I wonder if they have it." It probably said a lot about her that most of her socialising involved alcohol. "Would you think I was crazy if I said I actually like it?" she answered, but then again, considering her last conversation with Marley, she figured her tolerance for someone enjoying the dark and bizarre was pretty high. "It's never boring. There's always something interesting to explore. The trade-off is that it's terrifying." She shrugged. "Did you always live here, or did you move here?" 

“I’m a simple girl with simple tastes,” Marley shrugged, even though nothing in that statement was true. “There is? Huh, that sounds like just my type of beer.” She wasn’t normally a big beer drinker-- it wasn’t worth it, seeing as it took too much beer to get her even a little buzzed-- but she’d make an exception for one that tasted like tequila. If it tasted good enough, she’d have to tell Anita about it. The thought twisted something in her stomach and she furrowed her brow, focusing back on Savannah. “What? Oh-- yeah. Nope, never a boring day here. Especially in our line of work,” she played idly with the napkin on the table in front of her, “And no, you’re not crazy. I like it here, too, because of that reason. Or, well-- I used to.” And maybe she still did, but lately the town had taken more from her than it had given, and it still left an empty feeling in her gut. “I moved here about five years ago. I used to be in New York. Worked for the NYPD for a little bit before I got transferred to Albany of all places. It was so boring there, so one day I just...moved.” She took the drink gratefully when the waiter returned with their refreshments and took a long sip. “What made you join the FBI? That’s a pretty dedicated career.”

"Whatever makes you happy," Savannah answered. She didn't think it particularly mattered what someone's preferred drink was unless they were sipping on the blood or orphans or something. In White Crest, that was probably someone’s dietary requirement. “I’ll ask at the bar if they have it after this round.” But as much as she enjoyed alcohol, this wasn’t what they’d come here to talk about. Savannah’s interest had been piqued by their encounter with the Dullahan, and in Savannah’s world, that simply meant she had to find out more. “I like puzzles,” she answered in response to Marley’s question. “I like solving things. I liked crime shows. The X-Files came out when I was in college. My parents always expected me to go into something traditional and professional and I didn’t want to be a doctor or an accountant. So, here we are.” She sipped her drink, looking across the booth at Marley. “What about you? Judging by what you said at the restaurant before, I think we have something similar in us that just makes us tick.”

Marley perked up a bit at Savannah’s answer. She loved puzzles as well. Any kind, actually. She loved jigsaw puzzles and puzzle boxes and mystery games and escape rooms. Except, lately, they’d begun to frustrate her. She couldn’t concentrate enough to figure them out, she no longer had the patience to deal with them. Still, the thought of having someone else to do them with piqued her interest. “Oh, god, me too. So much. I watched all those true crime shows as a kid and read about the shit all the time. All the other kids thought it was too gruesome or whatever, but I loved it.” Unlike she’d ever loved anything else. Was it just because of her species, or would she love these stories even without it? Knowing Savannah did, and knowing she was human, gave Marley that small hope that maybe it would still be true. “X-Files wasn’t just my mystery awakening, it’s also when I realized I liked both boys and girls. Oh, the things I’d do for Dana Scully,” she sighed wistfully, stirring the ice in her drink. “I think we do, too. I don’t often meet a lot of people who are into the macabre the way I am.”

Savannah couldn’t hold in her laugh, a dry but good-natured one. “Oh, the true crime shows. Don’t get me started. My mom thought I was a troubled child because of how often she caught me in the middle of some documentary about Jack The Ripper or The Zodiac Killer.” In hindsight, they were probably too mature for her at the age she’d started watching them, but even as a child, it was fascinating to her. “Oh, you’re bisexual too?” Savannah said. They had a great deal in common, it seemed, and Savannah found herself glad she’d reserved judgement. “I think Scully and Mulder were my ideal threesome,” she snickered. “Hell, maybe still are.” She lifted her drink giving Marley a small toast. “You ever meet Kavanagh when was still a Medical Examiner? She’s the closest I’ve come to finding someone who approaches these topics in a similar way in this town.” 

“My favorites were the cold case files and the ones about the weird, little known serial killers,” Marley pointed out, “or the FBI’s top most wanted.” Even the other mara in her community had found her obsession with the macabre morbid. A lot of them found it rather disturbing, even, which she’d never understood-- they were creatures of fear, how could they really find anything that morbid? “Actually, I’m pan,” she pointed out, stirring her drink. “But yeah. Unfortunately,” she chuckled back, shaking her head. She knew she had more attraction to women than men, but she couldn’t deny the fact that she was attracted to some men. “See, I love me a good lay in bed, but I’ve never been one for threesomes. I prefer having the other person all to myself. Guess that’s a possessive thing or something.” Or it was the foster kid in her who grew up with no possessions of her own. She sat back a little, folding her arms. “You mean Kadaver? Yeah, I’ve met her,” she grumbled, “if by ‘approaching’ you mean completely denying, then sure, yeah-- she’s close.”

“Do you like Unsolved Mysteries?” Savannah asked, diving easily into the conversation. “Oh, Netflix has a new series coming out about The Yorkshire Ripper. It’s a British Case from the seventies.” She gave a small nod, correcting herself. “Oh, I’m sorry. I guess you could say I am as well. I’m just old. That label wasn’t as well-known when I was coming to terms with my sexuality. I just go with what I’m used to.” Apparently, they were already getting candid tonight. “I usually have a few more drinks in me before things get this personal,” she snickered. She’d meant the threesome comment more glib, less literal, but she let the conversation move along. It didn’t seem like Marley had any fondness for Regan, but Savannah supposed she wasn’t everyone’s taste. “I just mean that she’s very blunt, direct, discusses dark topics very matter-of-factly. Some people don’t like that.” Savannah must have been the strange one, because she found it refreshing. Regan was someone she didn’t have to try and be ‘normal’ with. “Was it just living here that made you believe in the less traditional explanations of the things that happen here, or something specific?”

“Oh yeah, definitely,” Marley nodded, enjoying the ease with which she could slide into this conversation. It was relaxing and didn’t require a lot of effort, something she was finding harder and harder to do the more her mind slipped from her. She took another long sip of her drink and felt a little wave of dizziness come over her, but she blinked it away. “No worries. I”m kinda iffy on labels but when people ask that’s usually what I say,” she shrugged, rubbing her eyes under her glasses. “I don’t think you’re that much older than me, are you?” She tapped her glass. “Oh, uh-- if this is too personal, we can talk about something else. I’m just sorta--” she waved her hand in the air-- “desensitised to this stuff.” The topic circled back to Kavanagh and Marley frowned, choosing not to respond, just nodding simply. But Savannah’s last question threw her for a small loop-- what did she do here? Did she tell her the truth, that Marley wasn’t human and had known about most of this stuff for most of her life? Or did she lie and keep her secret to herself? Was Savannah dangerous? Or could she trust her? Marley swallowed, reached up to rub her eyes again. “Well, it’s kind of complicated--” she started, but when she looked up, she sucked in a breath as her eyes locked with Savannah’s and her abilities transformed the booth around them into Savannah’s worst fears.

“How old are you? What, thirty-five? I’ve got ten years on you. That’s long enough for there to be at least a little cultural difference,” Savannah answered. “Oh. I’m not--it doesn’t bother me. I just wasn’t expecting it.” Her parents’ jaws would have hit the ground if they’d known she was talking about threesomes in a public space with an almost-stranger. She was looking forward to the answer to her question about how Marley had come to know about the supernatural, but it never came. It started with her mother appearing in the booth with them, ranting about how much of a failure she was. Savannah stared at her, looking back to Marley. “Can you--sorry, can you see her…?” she asked, as more faces appeared around the table; her father, her siblings, her ex, each proceeding to angrily and aggressively tell her of all her failings. “Stop it. Can you--can you just shut up?!” Savannah’s heart was beating faster. They were laughing at her, their features contorting unpleasantly and cartoonishly, exaggerated into impossible shapes, their skin tone being replaced by clown make-up, their laughter being replaced by maniacal cackling. “STOP!”

Marley felt her blood turn to ice as the fear from Savannah began to fill her up. It was intoxicating. She didn’t want to stop. The world around them fell away and all that they were left with were distorted faces and angry voices. Everything turned black and white. Savannah’s heart was racing, Marley could hear it. It echoed all around them. Her fear consuming them both. How long had it been since she’d properly fed like this? She didn’t want to stop. But then, a voice cut through her mind. It ricocheted all around her head and broke the glass in her mind. STOP! Marley fell backwards from the darkness and suddenly she saw Deirdre, writhing on the ground below her. And then it was Lydia, and then it was every other person she’d tortured like this. She blinked, but the visions wouldn’t go away. Savannah’s fears sat next to them in the booth. “I--” she stuttered, threw her sunglasses off and pressed her palms to her eyes. “I’m sorry! I’m trying, I’m sorry!” She didn’t want this. She didn’t want to hurt people like this anymore. 

Savannah didn't even know she was talking to Marley. She just yelled at the unknown entities around them who were flooding her system with panic and dread. Her whole body was somehow hot and cold at the same time. People around them were starting to stare, chatter amongst themselves. Plates shattered as a server dropped them to the ground in shock. "What are you doing?!" She demanded, breathing rapid and palms coated in sweat as she tried to swat the apparitions away. Marley was doing this. She didn’t know how, but she was too terrified to think clearly. Her heart hammered so rapidly that it hurt. “Get off me!”

Stop it, stop it, she needed to stop it. Marley pressed her palms hard enough into her eyes to feel pain, nails digging into the sides of her head. “Stop it, stop it, stop it!” she shouted at herself, shaking her head. They needed to get out of there. She needed to get out of there. People were staring, she could hear them whispering. She spun in her spot to try and look around and suddenly more people were screaming. Inhaling sharply, Marley stood from the booth and stumbled out. “I’m sorry!” she stuttered at Savannah, reaching out for her. But the other woman was shouting at her and looking at her with those eyes-- those terrified, painful eyes. Marley swallowed thickly and looked away. “I-- fuck. I’m sorry, I’ll leave, I’m--” she turned quickly and slammed into someone, one of the waiters that had come over to check on them. He looked down into her eyes and suddenly he was crumbling to the ground as well. Marley backed away into the table, knocking over her glass. She didn’t want this. She’d never wanted this. She turned-- and she ran.

Savannah had no idea what was happening. She hadn’t known Marley had been the one doing this until she’d answered her, but Savannah was too busy panicking to register what that meant. People were staring, watching the poor woman freak out over something they couldn’t see, or perhaps being confronted with their own deepest fears suddenly and without explanation. Marley just kept apologizing, over and over, and Savannah could barely comprehend the words. The visions vanished, almost as soon as they’d appeared, leaving Savannah clutching her chest. “M-Marley--?” she tried to ask, but the other woman was gone. “What… what the hell?” 

[peepingtoad]

THE POSITIVE & NEGATIVE; Mun & Muse - Meme.

fill out & repost ♥ This meme definitely favors canons more, but I hope OC’s still can make it somehow work with their own lore, and lil’ fandom of friends & mutuals. Multi-Muses pick the muse you are the most invested in atm.

My muse is:   canon / oc / au / canon-divergent / fandomless /

Is your character popular in the fandom?  YES / NO / 50-50 (There’s a lot of love and a lot of hate, but I think many are actually pretty neutral on him too!)

Is your character considered hot™ in the fandom?  YES / NO / 50-50 (I’d say he may be an... acquired taste? Of course a lot of people I know here find him sexie so it’s hard to say for certain, heh. We may just be the weirdos of the fandom :P )

Is your character considered strong in the fandom?  YES / NO

Are they underrated?  YES / NO (Not in terms of ability, but underrated for just how complex and multi-layered he is, I’d say)

Were they relevant for the main story?  YES / NO.

Were they relevant for the main character?  YES / NO /

Are they widely known in their world?  YES / NO.

How’s their reputation?  GOOD / BAD / NEUTRAL (I honestly think he’s a man of many reputations, both in canon and in fandom :’D)

How strictly do you follow canon?  —  I’m very much a ‘use the bones of what we got in canon and do my best to flesh them out’ kinda roleplayer. There are some things that can be taken too easily at face value that I see fit to build upon. For example, I think Jiraiya’s feelings on the prophecy and his relationship with Konoha is something that could be too easily played off as simplistic, or like they were immovable constants. But that’s unrealistic for a man of his years and many experiences, so I try to put myself in his emotional setting at various points in his life, and trace how his feelings and behaviours change, if that makes sense? 

I try to avoid saying that any of the writing was straight up wrong because it’s disrespectful to the creator. But especially for Jiraiya, who had such a significant role to play in the narrative that it sometimes took precedence over his actual character, I do find some of his actions, and the way some interactions were handled in the canon to be a little OOC... so I’ll work with it and try to spin it in a way that I feel fits how he was characterised.

Basically, I’d say that I follow canon, but I like to enrich it in areas that were lacking detail or a nuanced view that took in all the surrounding events of the time. After Jiraiya’s canon death, of course, that’s when more divergence comes in to my portrayal... otherwise I wouldn’t be able to play any post-war scenarios! But the essence of his character is the same, which I try to keep as close to canon as possible.

SELL YOUR MUSE! Aka try to list everything, which makes your muse interesting in your opinion to make them spicy for your mutuals.   —  A man of many experiences! You can bet that any topic that comes up, he’ll have some sort of amusing anecdote to share, or be able simply to talk shit about it. He's seen so much, and has a sensitive soul enough that he’ll give anyone a chance; he’s very open-minded and non-judgemental, and honestly is a humanitarian that wants to help those in need. Might leave your muse a little baffled as to how he could hold the status of ‘legend’, only to show it when they least expect it. You never quite know what you’re going to get with him: he’s generous and selfless, yet has many vices that seem selfish at times; he’s both a lover and a fearsome fighter; he’s immensely resilient at the same time as incredibly vulerable and damaged; he’s a himbo and a bit of a jock with the soul of a poet. Love him with no restraint and invite his love in return, and you’ll get not only a lover, but a devotee. Wears his heart on his sleeve... or does he? Chip away at him and find out!

Now the OPPOSITE, list everything why your muse could not be so interesting (even if you may not agree, what does the fandom perhaps think?).  —  The pervy, flirty, jokey schtick could get grating, or come across as disingenuous. In romantic situations, he’ll keep quiet about putting a label on whatever it is, and beneath his overall sweetness and devotion there may be an underlying reek of commitment issues and a fear of admitting he is afraid. He also has a habit of deflecting negativity in general, and playing things off as if they don’t matter or they’re a joke, making him actually rather a difficult person to get to know the heart of. One might feel as if they’re getting nowhere with him...

... Either that, or they get the complete opposite. Yes, as equally as he can be guarded, he can overshare like crazy, and has a tendency to become codependent with those he gets attached to, which is inconsistent with his free-spirited nature, and how adept he is at keeping others at arm’s length from his less sunny side. This inconsistency might make him seem unreliable—if the fact he’s always off who-knows-where doesn’t do the trick already.

What inspired you to rp your muse?  —  I’ve been a big fan of the Sannin ever since I first read the Deadlock, but being a very young person at the time I perhaps couldn’t relate enough to people who had experienced so much to do them justice in my teenage fic-writing endeavours, so I remained on the sidelines enjoying content by other people (there may also have been a little bit of ‘what the fuck, why do I dig the old dude so much’ denial in there haha). I’ve picked up and dropped my obsession with the series several times over the years, and my love for those three seemed to grow each time. They really are ‘the lost generation’, and as the sole survivors—alongside having a huge impact on the plot, how the shinobi world is shaped, and the three main protagonists—there’s a lot of juicy material there, a lot of emotional background, along with decades of history that basically goes untapped in the canon. 

Anyway, I digress. Coming to the Naruto RPC for the first time around this time 2 years ago at the age of 25, I made this blog and my Deidara one on a whim, but focused on the latter at first. Villains were always comfortable territory for me in my other RP experiences, and I think it made me doubt that I could possibly do someone who is frankly a lovely guy any justice, no matter how much I loved him. I even had the intention of making him fully Akatsuki/Missing-Nin AU at first. Yeah. That’s how stuck in my villain/anti-hero zone I was! But, I think in the end, the fact he actually isn’t a two-dimensional typical ‘hero’ was something I chewed over and realised would be incredibly enriching to write, worth stepping out of my comfort zone for. And being a little more mature and less angst-ridden myself by that point, I found I could resonate with his feelings and ideals in a way that I know I couldn’t have as a teen... but I was still tentative. 

Anyway, after leaving his blog empty for a bit (with its placeholder URL ‘frogdaddy’, which sadly got hoarded by someone else), I cosplayed the old bastard, along with my partner as Orochimaru. We’d been stanning that particular ship and talking about how great the Sannin are in general for quite some time by that point, but being casually in character for fun while drunk off my tits at a boat party, was a bit of an epiphanic moment. Not long after that, I threw myself right into writing this chaotic-good old bastard with gusto, and here I still am :’)

What keeps your inspiration going?  —  Taking breaks to recharge as and when I need to. Seriously. The death of all my other blogs has been pressure (mostly from myself) to be there and force myself to put out regular content, so I went into this not thinking that way and it’s really helped! 

Of course, there’s also the fact that there simply seems to be no shortage of areas I can delve into with this guy. Again, it’s his age and all the missing years in canon... but I think it’s also how much love he has and his genuine eagerness to engage with others that makes him one of the most naturally bountiful muses I’ve played. Because honestly? Most of my villain muses wanted people to just fuck off :’D this guy is open to everything.

That aside, I guess I just gel with him more than I ever expected to. I’ve changed a lot as a person and gained more confidence since various areas of my life got better, and I really just vibed with this chill, funny, romantic, pervy, big-hearted energy. I enjoy angst, but my real love is peppering the serious and heartbreaking with romance and comedy—and isn’t that just befitting of him? Writing through his eyes also helps to keep my outlook positive, so that keeps me stuck on him as much as the seemingly limitless content potential. 

And this is without even going into my cross-fandom AU ideas I have on the back-burner. Honestly, they’re there but I want to put a real effort into them while keeping his essence the same, which for some, involves brushing up on my lore!

Some more personal questions for the mun.

Give your mutuals some insight about the way you are in some matters, which could lead them to get more comfortable with you or perhaps not.

Do you think you give your character justice?  YES / NO.

Do you frequently write headcanons? YES / NO.

Do you sometimes write drabbles?  YES / NO / RARELY. (depends on whether I get a flash of inspiration—which mostly comes with random asks that happen to stir up an idea for a scene, such as this one (NSFW warning))

Do you think a lot about your Muse during the day?  YES / NO.

Are you confident in your portrayal?   YES / NO.

Are you confident in your writing?  YES / NO.

Are you a sensitive person?  YES / 50-50 /NO. (I tend not to take things personally but am also very passionate—call it my innate Leo-ness!)

Do you accept criticism well about your portrayal?  —  Hmmm. I haven’t actually had any critique on my portrayal, so I’m not sure haha! I’d say if it’s constructive, then I’ll take it into account and consider it, especially if it’s a case where it helps me realise I’ve perhaps not gotten across what I intended to very well. But I’m also quite fond of my portrayal in its essence, so I may end up just thanking the person for their opinion and carry on as usual :P

Do you like questions, which help you explore your character?  —  Absolutely! I’ve had some wonderful ones recently and it’s exactly the kick I need to get ideas out, some of which I’ve had on the back-burner but not had a framework within which to write it without it getting derailed. I definitely appreciate a question that will keep me at least a little on-topic, otherwise if I go off on my own volition I really tend to... well, go off! Even if a question is a similar topic to something I’ve already done, it’s a good exercise for me to go back to the similar headcanon and see if I can build further on it, deviate, and link it to show what past thoughts I’ve been working with. A great way of keeping some consistency in my portrayal while making improvements, I find! And then of course I’ve had some questions that are entirely new morsels for thought, and it leads me to something new and fresh, which I greatly appreciate.

Basically, any questions at all, fire away! I may take a while but I will get to them eventually!

If someone disagrees to a headcanon of yours, do you want to know why?  —  Yeah. I mean I think it’s just polite to present a reason as to why not, instead of just being like ‘this is wrong/a bad take’ or whatever. Source material is down to personal interpretation, so if I draw different ideas from it to another person after discussion, then we can simply agree to disagree on it. 

If someone disagrees with your portrayal, how would you take it?  —  They are welcome to disagree with me I guess? So long as they’re respectful and don’t then treat me as if my interpretation is ‘AU’ or talk about ‘canon Jiraiya’ as if he’s obviously a different entity to my own, then disagree away. But if prompted enough, know that I will most likely defend my portrayal with what I consider to be justification from the source material :P I did pay close attention to it, after all, and I do consider my portrayal to align well with it.

If someone really hates your character, how do you take it?  —  Depends on the nature of it and the conduct, really? Like, people are allowed to dislike characters. I myself find a couple of characters pretty annoying or don’t particularly care for them (granted, usually it’s in a love-to-hate or simply a ‘this character doesn’t interest me’ way), but that doesn’t affect how I behave towards the RPer of a character. It’s just manners, really. People tend to RP characters because they like them, so why would you take negativity right to their doorstep, in this space they’ve made as an expression of enjoyment for, and to develop said character? 

There’s been some people who admitted to me that they didn’t care much for Jiraiya, but then began to like him more with my portrayal and that’s more than fine; I take it as the highest compliment in fact. It’s also the kind of open-minded attitude I like to have with portrayals of characters I don’t necessarily like or have much interest in, because by and large, people do tend to add more depth and nuance than the busy and character-packed canon allowed.

However, if it’s the type of hate that’s got its own devoted circle of bitter bitches, who seem to use so much energy hating a character... then please, don’t engage me. Doesn’t matter who the character is, don’t expect me to follow/keep following your negative ass if it’s constant on the dash—and if the target character is any of the Sannin then frankly I’ll have probably blocked/blacklisted in a heartbeat. The ‘critical’ views of them tend to diminish them as humans, diminish the context and events that surrounded their choices, and in a way that I find is a gross double standard compared to what people will allow other (read: young, attractive, fandom faves, ‘babies’ or ‘beans’) to get away with and excuse the behaviours of. I don’t need that kinda negative energy sullying my hobby, nor do I need moral superiority that isn’t applied consistently across the board.

Are you okay with people pointing out your grammatical errors?  —  Absolutely! I meticulously fret and check, and cringe when I get a reply and happen to spot errors while rereading what I wrote before it! I edit a lot but don’t always pick up on errors, so I’m more than happy to have it pointed out. Chances are, I’ll be far more brutal to myself about it than anyone else would be!

Do you think you are easy going as a mun?   —  Overall, yeah. I’m not possessive or clingy (I don’t think) and don’t expect the world from people, nor for them to focus on or favour me or be super fast. I just expect the same respect in return. Having said that, I will express it when I don’t like something or it makes me uncomfortable, provided we’re familiar enough, because if we’re strangers I’d feel like I was coming across as entitled to your energy and emotional labour. I do my best to be diplomatic about it though, and rest assured it doesn’t mean I’m forever mad at you or turned off in any way just because I have a small grievance. I just find that being honest with each other rather than letting things pile up and fester makes a friendship more solid, and basically more genuine and long-lasting.

That’s about it, congrats for filling out!

Tagged by: @dokuhebi​ Tagging: Whoever hasn’t done this yet!

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Little Parakeet

This is a role play between @the-sloth-woman and myself. It features her OC Alrick with my OC Skye.

Status: Ongoing

Word Count: –

ღ  Warning: that this may contain content that may be unsuitable for some readers such as mature themes, strong language, adult situations, and sexual content. ღ

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Sky walked through the halls. He needed to get away from the humans in his class. They were being particularly annoying tonight. Perhaps it was because last night was the full moon. The night after always felt like a crash. 

It was a break period, and with any luck he wouldn’t run into any of the Bat Brats. Those high born, pompous vampires really pissed him off. Sure they probably had their own problems, but Skye always felt they pushed them on everyone else. Which he was in no mood to deal with.

Walking down a lightly populated hall, Skye happened to catch himself in a mirror. Never miss an opportunity to check up on your look. He thought to himself. Skye smirks seeing how flawless his make up was today. This was a new shade of gloss and it looked perfect. Of course, flawless as always, heh. Skye decided to use this moment to check out his entire uniform, not really paying attention to the other’s in the area.

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Alrick slung his bag over one shoulder, his watch catching on the strap. He didn’t want to be at school, he wanted to go home and curl up in bed. To sleep like humans did, at night. 

The night after a full moon always made him want to sleep. His hunger was satisfied for the time being, and Lilly had taken care of his other desires. It was such a crime that he has to be at school instead of in bed, preferably with her. Or at least another warm human with whom he could get lost in. 

He paused behind a student checking themselves out in the mirror. Alrick chuckled to himself as he watched them preen over their attire. Humans like that reminded him of parakeets, birds who were always so eager to look at their own reflections. But this human’s face looked....familiar. Had he seen them outside of school recently?

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Ahh... you really are killing it today. Despite being this exhausted. Wait what is that!? Skye thinks moving closer to the reflection. There was a small tear in his uniform. What the-!? When did tha... fucking humans are you serious?! He groans remembering it must be from one of his victim last night. That’s what he gets for stalking in the uniform. 

Groaning aloud he straightens the uniform and looks up. Jumping slightly at the reflection that now joined his own. Turning quickly, Skye met this creep with a glare.

“Excuse me? Do you want a photo or something pervert. Who stands behind someone like tha-“

He stops getting a look at the person behind him. Oh shit... he’s actually kinda hot! Skye couldn’t help but notice the boys build. Not to mention those red eyes. Wait red...? White hair too? Was this guy...? Clearing his throat he pats down his skirt, composing himself.

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Alrick looked the student up and down. He has sworn that he has seen them before, but where...? 

The more examined the more confused he felt. Their eyes were incredibly familiar. That honey golden color was unmistakable. Had he seen it at a ball or something..?

He realizes with a start that they had to have been a vampire . But he couldn’t remember any recent nobility had met who looked like that. Fuck, it was going to drive him crazy if he didn’t figure it out. 

He decided to take the most direct action. He inclined his head at the student, one eyebrow raised. “Hey,” he said, his eyes darting to the rip on their uniform. “Did you get caught on something?”

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Skye wasn’t expecting him to notice that, how long was he watching? Flipping his hair a bit he shrugs slightly. 

“I suppose, most’ve happened sometime last night.” 

This guy was definitely a vampire. The tear was small enough that none of the humans had noticed. He didn’t even until he looked in the mirror. If the hair and eyes weren’t a give away in the first place. 

“You wouldn’t know how to fix something like that would ya?”

He ask smiling a bit. A little flirting never killed no one right. Besides, could be fun working with someone who was actually able to handle any kind of play.

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That certainly was a pointed question. Alrick did indeed know how to sew, a little at least. But that was only so he could alter his pants just the way he liked. “I....suppose?” He responded. “Although I’m surprised that you’re asking me for a favor like that.”

He arched one delicate eyebrow, the corner of his lip tugging into a smirk. “Especially considering that you haven’t given me your name yet.” Yes! This would put the mystery to end once and for all.

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Skye couldn’t help but laugh a little. This guy knew how to sew? I mean sure, he knew how to do it my himself, but where was the fun in that? Especially if he could strip a bit for someone so attractive. 

“Ah, seems I haven’t.”

Skye walks forward a bit and looks him over once more. He opens his mouth like he was about to speak, but chooses not to. He walks past the new vampire. He takes a few steps before looking back at him.

“Well come on then, you’re gonna help me.” 

He started walking towards the home economic room. Planning on the boy to follow.

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WHATTHEFUCK??!

That was completely unfair! Alrick clicked his tongue in irritation at the vampire. Bullshit, this was bullshit. He was so, so close to finally solving the mystery of who this dammed vampire was, and yet so far. 

He puffed his cheeks in a pout and began following them down to the home ec room. He watched their skirt away back and fourth as they walked. If he wasn’t so irritated he would have thought they were cute. 

“I hope you’re not expecting me to sew that for you,” he said, depositing his bag in a nearby chair. “It’s not exactly a habit of mine to dole out favors, no matter how cute the person who’s asking is.”

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“So you admit I’m cute?” 

Skye laughs a little, catching him in his words. He was clearly irritated, last night must be taking it’s toll. He walks over to the bigger cabinets where teachers kept the big machines. 

“You’re taller than me. Care to help me get one down?” 

He ask walking over to a near by desk and starts to undo his jacket. From the way he spoke, Skye could tell that his new friend wasn’t too sure on how to feel about him. That was normal. Most boys don’t, but that was all right.

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Alrick rolled his eyes and grabbed one of the big machines from the cabinet. The other vampire was pretty short, smaller than Lilly even. 

He set the matching down on the table near his bag. He looked the vampire up and down once more, blowing a puff of air that moved his hair across his forehead. 

He cut to the chase again. “Have I seen you around before? I don’t mean at school, I mean outside of it. You look very....familiar.”

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Skye finishes removing the jacket and flips his hair a bit. Wearing the girls uniform was always something he loved doing. It felt right, and he felt so confident in it. 

“Do I? Where do you think you’ve seen me? In your dreams?”

Skye laughs a little, this time for actual humor, and not for the sake of flirting. 

“Not a very original pick up line but I’ll bite.” 

He walks over to the machine and starts setting it up to mend his torn jacket.

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Alrick rolled his eyes at the terrible pick up line. “Hardly,” he chuckled. Whoever this vampire was they were incredibly flirty. And complexly at ease around him, which was different. He was used to people being too intimidated to speak with him or even look him in the eye. “I think if you were in one of my dreams it would have been a nightmare. Those are the only ones I remember,” he chuckled. “And seeing as how neither of us have run screaming that isn’t the case.”

He casually leaned against the table across from the vampire. “The way you’re acting makes me think you know where I’ve recognized you from. Why can’t you give me the tiiiiiniest  little hint?”

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Skye liked his wit. He was definitely a quick thinker, worlds ahead of the humans around here. That was to be expected, for a vampire. 

“Weird flex...”

He couldn’t help but mutter the latest meme trend around. Not that it particularly was a ‘flex’ to joke about nightmares. Skye could relate to that, he had em too. What vampire wouldn’t after all the terrible things they do.

Skye sets the machine up and starts working on his vest. He was actually quite good at this, something he’s picked up in the world of ‘drag’. Though he hated that word. Skye wasn’t one for labels and hated being put into one just because of how he dressed.

“Begging now? You must really want to know. Sadly I don’t have an answer for you.” 

Skye says while working the machine. It wasn’t a big tear, so it took no time to fix. 

“Personally I would remember someone with eyes like yours. The way your groomed, I’m going to guess your rather high born. I’ll also assume you know the bat brats that fly around this school, yes?”

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Alrick frowned and looked down at his arms. Flex? He hadn’t flexed? Maybe they meant when he brought down the sewing machine, but that wasn’t weird. 

He shook his head slightly, clearing away the thought. “You’d be right about that, I am very high-born,” he chuckled quietly to himself. “And unfortunately I do know them,” he sighed, thinking of the Sakamakis. “Bat brats, that’s a good nickname. I’ll have to remember that the next time they get on my nerves.”

He did not want to give his name first, but the other vampire had refused him at every inquiry. He flashed a crooked smile, running his hand through his hair. “I’m Alrick Rosenfeld. I wish I could say I was pleased to meet you, but we haven’t officially met yet.”

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Rosenfeld. Rosenfeld. Skye thought on that name, but couldn’t come up with a source. Perhaps one day, long ago, his servant level of a family were graced with their presence. 

Skye watched as Alrick flaunted his obvious sex appeal. Ah, that was quite an introduction. Must have lots of practice, how cute. 

He stands and tosses his own hair, looking down and batting his lashes. Smirking softly and meeting his gaze. “Alrick...” Always give a man the satisfaction of hearing you say his name. 

“Sadly sir, I am of no such nobility. Though I am flattered you can recall me none the less. Since you press it so hard. Perhaps you could tell me just what sticks in your mind? Rather, what do you remember about me~?”

He offers his hand for Alrick to take, nobility meant nothing here. This was school, something he often had to remind the sakamaki’s.

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The sound of his name in the vampire’s voice felt good.  At least they had the good grace to recognize his nobility.

It did not occur to Alrick that the flattery could have masked an ulterior motive. He enjoyed it, and the flirting, entirely too much. 

He took the vampire’s hand in his own and ran his thumb along the the ridges of their knuckles. He considered his words before responding. “Your eyes,” he said after a moment. “That honey-gold color is something I think I have seen before. Although o can’t deny I’m hurt that you don’t remember me,” he feigned unhappiness. “I’m so offended~”

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Skye giggles a little, allowing Alrick to hold his hand. Taking this opportunity to move closer. He pouts a little, adding a bit of a whine to his voice. 

“Aw~ forgive me?”

He pulls his hand away, just enough to cause Alrick’s arm to graze his hip as it dropped. Physical contact, the more of it, the better your chances. 

“Perhaps I could... jog my memory? You remember my eyes.”

He slowly moves his eyes over Alrick’s navel, then up his chest, past his neck, till he locks eyes with him. 

“What were my eyes doing last you saw? I’m sure looking at you was one of them. Your eyes are just as enticing.” 

He moves his weight around a little, shamelessly. He wanted Alrick to notice when his body moved. It meant he was watching, which, let’s me honest. What else is this skirt good for.

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Alrick’s fingers brushed just along the subtle curve of the vampire’s hip as his hand fell. He tilted his head to the side. Just what did they want from him? Sex in the middle of the home ec classroom didn’t sound unappealing. Far from it, really. But that didn’t mean he was comfortable being with someone who’s name he didn’t even know. 

His brow furrowed. “Your eyes were.... were...” he thought back as far as he could. They were..... “They were lowered. Yes, it’s like you couldn’t meet me in the eye.”

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Skye smiles, but this one wasn’t cocky or flirty. He knew exactly where Alrick had seen him. If it was outside of this school, and his head was lowered, it had to be before everything went to shit. 

With that in mind Skye shakes his head little and moves back to the desk where his jacket was. Putting it back on he moves even further away to a mirror in the class. Using the opportunity to fix himself and redress.

“I see. Perhaps I was at one of many at a party. You cannot expect a noble to remember all the lesser who attend.” 

He says while getting dressed. Once he was made up back to his standard, he turns to look at the other vampire. 

“Thank you for helping me. I suppose... I could do something for you in return?” 

He ask tilting his head and smirking a bit. If they continued this game, Skye knew where it would lead. It was the same reason he never left humans get to second base. Under this feminine façade he was a boy after all. He was sure that if the vampire continued to think, he would remember seeing a young boy with his parents not a girl. 

Best to end it now before he gets that look. That condescending, disgusted look that everyone gives him once they know the truth. No one could understand or even pretend to, it was weird right. For a boy to dress this way, and behave the way he did. It was one thing to be gay, people understood that. But this... no one got this.

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Alrick chuckled quietly to himself. He watched the vampire redress and look in the mirror. It really was like watching a parakeet preen. If he couldn’t figure out their name then he could use that as a nickname. 

He strode over to the vampire, his lip curling in a familiar smirk. “I can think of several things you can do for me in return, actually.”

He towered over the vampire, pressing one arm to the wall above their head. He leaned down, pressing his face into the soft waves of their brown hair. His lips barely grazed their earlobe when he spoke, his voice velvety and smooth. “Why don’t you tell me your fucking name, hmmm?”

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Skye’s cheeks started to heat up as Alrick came close to him. What could he want him to do? That voice... surely he knew just how seductive he was. Skye let out a soft sigh and shutters a little as Alrick’s lips graze his skin. 

He was so close to touching Alirck back... until he heard what he wanted. Skye stopped and giggled a little. Not really the one he used for flirting, but an actual laugh. 

“Haha... right right... I never told you.” 

He pulls back just a bit to look up at Alrick. Their height difference was really perfect for Skye. Just the type he liked. 

“It’s Skye. Skye Oakly.” He finally answers covering his mouth a little laughing some more. “Haha... sorry~ that was pretty rude to lead you on so long, huh?”

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The laugh Skye gave him was different. Alrick was relieved to finally have the unfamiliar vampire’s name, and the relief brought a crooked grin to his features. “I’d say it was extremely rude,” he teased. “If I knew more than just your name I’d have to do something about that rudeness.”

“So, Skye-“ he tested the name in his mouth. It wasn’t e towels unusual for a vampire, but it was different for Ryoutei academy. “Alrick Rosenfeld is finally pleased to make your acquaintance.”

He adjusted his stance over Skye, his arm just brushing the top of their hair. “Do you think your name is enough to make up for forgetting me? I’m not entirely sure if it’s enough for My forgiveness~”

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Skye laughs again, just the response for someone of noble blood. Adjusting his stance, Skye reaches up and touches Alrick’s tie.

“Ah yes, forgetting someone so important. How could I ever repent for such a sin~?”

Skye ask, being sure to sound sorry, but also sarcastic. He wondered just what this noble vampire would do? Certainly he wouldn’t follow through with any kind of actual punishment. They were at school. 

Still, he wondered just how far he could push it. School or not, this guy was totally his type. Skye would be willing to do a little this or that on campus.

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The way Skye was playing with his tie was giving Alrick absolutely wicked ideas. He bit down on his bottom lip, chuckling darkly. “That’s a good question,” he murmured, slipping one finger under Skye’s chin. He tilted the vampire’s face up with one hand, looking into those honey-brown eyes. “Do you have any good ideas? Anything you can offer me~?”

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Skye smirks looking up at the taller male. God he was so attractive, surely he knew that. Bet every woman in school thew themselves at him. 

With a small shrug Skye bites his lip a bit and tugs on Alrick’s tie. “Me? Would someone so low born as myself have that right?” 

How amazing would the two of them be together, Skye couldn’t help but wonder. Clearly the schools most attractive students. 

“It’s much more suited for a noble to... take what they want? Right?” 

Skye ask, his voice was quiet, but a bit deeper.  Keeping his eyes locked with the other vampires, curious as to what he’d do.

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A deep chuckle rumbled through Alrick’s chest. “Do you want me to just take what I want from you, hmmm?” 

Skye was such a tease. Alrick brushed one strand of their brown hair behind their ear, brushing his thumb along the freckles that dotted Skye’s cheek. “What exactly do you think I want from you? From my perspective, it almost seems like you’re trying to get something out of me,” he chuckled. “Bringing me with you so too could fix your jacket, torturing by withholding your name.  So tell me-“ he dragged his thumb down the curve of their jaw, “what do you want~?”

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So. Fucking. Hot! No one else in this school, no, in this town was like this. Skye had fooled around with ‘bad boy’ types before... but this was... on an entity different level. 

“My dear noble man... to be so forward...” He mocks moving his own hand over Alrick’s. “You seem to have no problem touching... without even asking permission... such ill manners.” 

Skye moves Alrick’s hand off of his face and maneuvers out from under him.  “First staring and now touching...” He fluffs his hair and straightens his uniform. “Is it so hard to believe all I needed was a favor from a fellow classmate~heh. Besides, you were the one staring at me, did you see something you liked~?”

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His lips tilted up in a teasing smile. “Maybe I did,” he looked them up and down,  his eyes slowly traveling over Skye’s skirt. “But you cant pretend that my ill manners, as you called them, bothered you. And so what if I saw something I liked? Is that such a crime, admitting that I find you attractive?”

He leaned against the wall; recalling the way Skye preened in front of the mirror. “You’re such a little parakeet than I think you would like it.”

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Skye pouts a little at his comment. “Little Parakeet?” He mumbles, slightly offended, but, it was like a pet name. 

He crosses his arms and leans against a desk. “So you think I am attractive~? Heh... can’t say I blame you~” he flips his hair over his shoulder. “Now then, Mr. Rosenfeld~ what will you have me do to repay your kindness?”

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Alrick laughed at that. “My, how brazen,” he teased. “There are a number of things I think you could to to repay me,” he imagined fisting his hand into Skye’s long hair and giving it a satisfying pull. Fuck... “But because you think my manners are terrible, how about you agree to let me take you to dinner? I’m sure there’s nothing more gentlemanly than that~”

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Skye was actually caught off guard. He was thinking of toying with him for a couple of days before getting a date offer. Okay... don’t seem too excited. 

Casually, Skye hums and pretends to think about it. Twirls a bit of his hair, bites his lower lip. “Dinner huh...?”

He smirks a little and finally nods, “If that’s really what you want~ I wouldn’t mind being on your arm.” Skye says laughing a little. 

“Although, a knock out like you, must have a girl friend. We won’t be breaking any hearts will we~?” Even though he said this, Skye always thought it was exciting.

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It took all of Alrick’s self control not to throw back his head and laugh. Girlfriend, eh? Sure, there was Lilly, but she didn’t exactly.... count?

“But Parakeet,” he let his tongue slide over the syllables of the nickname, “breaking hearts is what I do best~”

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Shit this boy was smooth. That nickname as well, Skye could get use to hear that. Smiling Skye walks to the door of the class room. "Well that makes two of us~"

Skye opens the door and leans against the door way. "I am sure you've heard rumors about me around. I've broken my fair share of hearts, Pet Name."

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Alrick’s eyes traveled up the length of Skye’s figure against the doorway. What a mysterious person he had found. So flirtatious, so playful. And almost as arrogant as Alrick.

“Pet name?” He raised an eyebrow. “I can’t say I’ve heard rumors about you, or of your unique choose of nickname. But-“ he stepped beside Skye, towering over him against the doorjamb, “you can tell me all about at dinner. That sounds more than fair to me.”

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Skye looks up at Alrick. God he loved how much taller he was. It was the perfect height really. Skye would twirl along lock of hair, swaying slightly. Dinner with such a hot guy, he couldn't wait.

"I suites you, no? You are no baby. Nor are you sweet like honey." He starts to walk away first, "You'll pick me up from class, I'm in 3-3. Don't keep me waiting." He flips his hair over his shoulder and processed to leave.

Skye would have loved to stay longer and talk to him, but now that he had a bite, he couldn't just let the fish take the bait and run. No, he'd have to work for it. Chase after him. Giving his number would have also been too desperate. No, if Alrick wanted anything from him, he'd have to ask. Skye wasn't about to feed into his ego.

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Alrick watched Skye sashay down the hallway. So demanding.

Skye was lucky she was to hot. Alrick wouldn’t have given the girl a single second of his attention, but he couldn’t deny that there was instant chemistry between them. He thought about leaving Skye to his own devices in class, choosing to make him come after him. But a Alrick knew that Skye wasn’t the kind to chase without the guarantee of getting something in return.

This would be fun. Alrick watched Skye disappear down the hallway, and relished how their games were just beginning.

The End.