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the-rogue-mockingjay · 2 years ago

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Writer's end-of-year roundup, 2022! 🎉🎆

Despite the myriad hardships of the year for me - losing my old beagle, fighting doctors, a completely stupid amount of grief/loss, migraines and disability oh my! - it's actually been an amazingly productive and inspired year? I'm very proud! I completed the second draft of my first-ever longfic, which needs another round of editing or two before it's ready to be published, and I've discovered I LOVE editing. More than I love writing, actually????? Lots of people talk about the Dreaded Editing but for me, it was vastly easier than writing the first draft was LOL. I also did what I thought I would never do, which is create another Shepard, Morrigan Vesta, and I actually wrote mostly about her during NaNoWriMo this year. I'm finally getting the hang of how to give characters unique voices (or portray a canon character's voice accurately, which is something I used to be extremely hung up on). I can honestly say I've made a lot of progress both as a person and as a writer this year, and I'm finally starting to find my joy in writing again. Very exciting!

Taking a page out of @pikapeppa 's book in how to format this year's data- I love seeing your charts every year!! My own chart ended up being quite a bit messier, but that's probably because of how I tweaked it to fit my fics. I apologize deeply if the image quality gets butchered, I am not wise in the ways of battling Tumblr's nonsense

(HEY GUESS WHO FORGOT A FIC......the one I forgot is Marevera's Dream, which is a Wayfarer post-Ep 1 pre-Ep 2 WIP, and it clocks in at 1,174 words, making my actual total 60,486!!!!!)

*I forgot to note that In this darkness, on my own is a followup to A New and Dark Horizon.

60K........DUDE!!! I haven't written that much since junior high/I got my depression diagnosis in like 2016, so this is. Big!

New things I tried: For starters, I paced myself during NaNo instead of forcing myself to write every day like I did during NaNo 2020. And WOW was that a night-and-day difference! In 2020, I wrote about 20k and burned myself out so bad I couldn't write for another 6-8 months. This year, I wrote about 30k, and only sat down to write about half the days, successfully dodging burnout. I think that's a valuable lesson for me in what works for me, how to balance my desire to write with what I'm actually capable of that day, and how to work with my disability without letting it limit me.

I also wrote in first person for the first time in maaaaaany years, and while it's not as comfy as third person, it wasn't bad, and it was a good way to explore the different strengths of POVs.

And since my laptop had a fatal encounter with a cup of coffee last spring (RIP little buddy), I've gotten very comfy writing on my phone, which I had previously only done for Across the Sea and Part 1 & Part 3 of broken body built anew because I was bored/inspired during a long car ride LOL.

Fic I spent the most time on: Going Over Jordan, easy. I originally wrote it during NaNo 2020, then re-wrote it at some point during 2021 (time is a weird soup so I don't remember). And then I rewrote it AGAIN this year, edited the crap out of it, printed it, and will edit it again sometime in 2023. It's a fic that exists purely because I am at times a spiteful little goblin, and I had Opinions about the MEA main mission Hunting the Archon, i.e. I didn't agree with how Bioware wrote the companions' responses to Ryder's temporary death, and my Ryder is also an anxious neurodivergent wreck like myself, so I wanted to write how that mission would have actually gone with Brynja as Pathfinder. I wanted to highlight the relationships Brynja has with her friends (particularly Jaal), and I also just wanted her take on the mission in general, because it's not the same as what's in-game. I mean....a lot of people die gruesome deaths in that mission and you see the aftermath, you see the gutted and maimed corpses. There's a lot of horror inherent to what Bioware wrote for that mission, but they glossed over it big time. I wanted to fix that.

I'd like to have someone beta read it, but Andromeda is a niche market as it were, and I've never had anyone beta my work before, so that's honestly the biggest reason it's not published yet. It would benefit greatly from beta reading I think, but uh. I don't know how to make that happen. I'm gonna publish the dang thing in 2023 or 2024 at the latest, though, even if it kills me DGKLJDHLG.

Fic I spent the least time on: I can't say for certain, but it's probably the microfics. Those took only a couple hours. Aside from those, not counting WIPs, it'd most likely be Across the Sea, which I wrote on my phone while sitting on the kitchen floor.

Favorite thing I wrote: ALMOST ALL OF THEM. In all seriousness though, there are a few that have a special place in my heart, and the most important one is Across the Sea. I'd been wanting to explore how Marian processes/copes with Thane's death pretty much since the day I created her, but I never got around to putting any of it on paper until the time came for me to say goodbye to my dog, a 17yo beagle named Maggie we adopted in 2019, last February.

It was an absolutely hellish series of events just in those few days alone: I had a sleep study done which gave me the worst migraine of my life, I threw up in a random parking lot, went home and tried to sleep the migraine off, and was woken up a few hours later to my mom sitting on my bed and saying, quietly, "Maggie's dying". My migraine quit mattering at that point. I sat with her on the couch for hours, held her paw, petted her softly. My parents took turns sitting with her in the living room overnight.

Ultimately, she was just suffering so much for so long we had to take her to the vet. It was a weekend, so it was going to be hours before they opened. Maggie got up and stumbled to the kitchen, and she laid down in front of the door to the garage, and I just...sat with her. There was nothing I could do to help or save her, so I kept her company in her last hours. In the midst of moving and the uncertainty surrounding my health, my new disabilities, traumatizing doctor appointment after traumatizing doctor appointment, I was having to say goodbye to the greatest light and joy of my life a mere 6 months after we lost the dog we've had since I was 3 years old (a shih tzu named Reggie, who wore the pride of his breed like a royal mantle and never stopped carrying himself like a king, even when he didn't recognize us anymore).

Maybe it's silly to compare the loss of a dog to the loss of a lover, but...things just clicked in my brain. I wrote Across the Sea for and about Thane and Marian, yes, but it was for me and my beagle, too, in equal measure. Thane was terminally ill but even so he died quite unexpectedly (THANKS KAI LENG), and the same was true of Maggie. So it was....maybe it's a silly thought, but it was a vent piece. I understood my grief through the lens of Marian's, since hers was so much easier to tackle than my own in its huge overwhelming weight. I'm a very private person with big emotions, and my grief was - and is - a very personal thing. Something I needed to keep close to my chest, hidden, at the time. To write Marian's grief as I waited with Maggie for the inevitable, it was like I had a companion, a friend sitting with me in that grief. I understood Marian much better then.

So perhaps mechanically speaking, Across the Sea isn't my best piece (I'm honestly not certain where it ranks quality-wise), but it is....the writing equivalent of those pendants that carry your loved one's ashes, for me. And it's done quite well on AO3. Knowing that people have enjoyed this piece that is so precious to me and comes from a place of such deep sorrow...there is no greater honor I could ask for, I think. It's a fitting tribute to a character and franchise I love, that's gotten me through many hard times, and to the beagle that made the horrors of life worth living.

(Aside from that, my other favorites are broken body built anew (first trilogy piece), Going Over Jordan (first longfic), In this darkness on my own, Farewell to Arms, Des profondeurs dans la nuit, and the ME3 early game Morrilenko duology Never Enough/In the shadow of your heart.)

Favorite thing I read: Imma be real with you chief, I have.....not read much. Not as far as books go, anyway. But I've sure read some amazing fic and interactive fiction games!!

I reread a bunch of stuff, partly to examine the technical strengths of my fave writers and stories, and partly because hey, they're my favorite stories!! Off the top of my head, the pieces I reread were: Flotsam, Ain't Sentimental, and Loose Ends by @asaara-writes; Sorrow and Resistance by @/myrini; and while I didn't get the chance to reread/finish these like I'd hoped, A Lesson in Drowning by @theherocomplex, Where the Winds of Fortune Take Me and Lovers in a Dangerous Time by pikapeppa are bookmarked both on AO3 and in my brain for the same reasons as the shorter pieces

everything @coldshrugs has written in the past year or two. Both as a writer and as a reader, shorter form fiction is more accessible to my migraine-addled brain (I love reading long stuff but it's often migraine trigger T^T) and Azia's a MASTER of short fiction???? So much punch packed into such concise words!! Incredible clarity and emotional depth!!!! There are many writers on this site that I admire and respect greatly, and Azia is one of them

My favorite IF this year is 100% Wayfarer (@/idrellegames). I haven't been able to focus on it as much as I'd have liked, but the COMPLEXITY the DEPTH. I'm in awe of it and Idrelle. The scope of the project is so massive and the intrigue and depth of the story and characters is incredible to see, Idrelle is a one-person-army of a writer. It'd be easy to think that Wayfarer is made by a team, but nope! It's all the genius and dedication of Idrelle. Having followed Wayfarer from the beginning, the only words I can describe it is awe-inspiring

My writing goals are going in a separate post because this is about 19 times longer than I meant it to be DHFLJKDSLKJHG. If you've read this far, thank you so much!!!!!!! I know it probably got a little more personal and a little bit sadder than you were expecting, so thanks for sticking with me- and I don't blame you an ounce if you skim-read this or skipped some sections. It's a lot of words!

Happy New Year, everyone!! You guys make Tumblr great, and without the people I've met through this site, I would've missed out on not only tons of awesome media, but all y'all super cool folks and your blorbos!!! Keep on creating, everybody. Your stories, your art, your headcanons and metas and dumb jokes, you bring light into my life, and the lives of others. I want you to know that your works bring comfort and happiness to the life of one lost and drifting young woman...and I want to thank you for it, sincerely. I know for a fact I'm not the only person whose life is made better by your presence. The fact that we haven't met in-person doesn't lessen your impact by an ounce.

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midlevelmonstrosity · 2 years ago

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the full, very unfinished, and VERY unedited draft of Clouds chapter 5

chapter title: Death No More

word count: 5020

reading over it now, the writing style is actually pretty good, but I heavily disagree with some of my choices in characterization, and also I like to think my sense of humor has improved a lot since 2021 (which was the last time I touched this draft)

warnings for pretty much all the usual things in BSD with the exception of graphic violence (didn't get around to writing anything actually violent because this was originally, you know. a crackfic). also this takes place during the Cannibalism Arc, so Spicy, if you somehow find this, maybe don't look. nothing happens to Kunikida in this chapter but there is a Kunikida pov in chapter 2 I think? don't remember honestly. also warning for mentions of disordered eating in Kenji's part

apologies again to the few Clouds fans out there for abandoning this

He drummed his fingers against the arm of the chair he was leaned back in. He could faintly hear the seconds ticking away in the corner of the room. Time was a strange concept, he thought. It was slow, and yet slipped by so quickly, and there was never quite enough of it.

Red-orange imprints of light flashed across his eyelids. Each tick of the clock felt like a gunshot.

"So," Ranpo said monotonously, face turned up to the ceiling.

He was answered with near-silence. He could hear them breathing, of course. But existence wasn't a response, was it?

He sighed and opened his eyes, taking in the room around him. "We don't have enough chairs, do we?"

Beside him, Yosano shrugged with one shoulder, light reflecting off her blouse in a way that stabbed at his eyes. He closed them.

"They'll be here in a few minutes," he said, and returned to reclining, draping an arm across his face.

Most of the time he was fine, really. He could go around and do things and not have to worry about how much of everything there was. And then there were times like this one, where everything became too much to even keep up the guise of the funny detective. Lights were too bright, colors too vivid, sounds too loud. One wrong move and he'd be stuck with a migraine for the next few hours, at least. Sensory hell, he called it. His very own hellscape, designed just for him! The universe knew him well, knew just what he liked and just what he didn't. There was a cruel sense of balance in that.

Amid the quiet cacophony, he could just barely pick apart the sound of shuffling feet. "We need more chairs."

The distinct sound of chair legs sliding back. "I'll get them!"

Atsushi, always so eager to please. A multitude of thoughts slipped through his mind. No, not you. No, not now, this isn't the time. There are people in the hallway. Don't go out into the hallway. Not you. He didn't have the time to arrange them properly. "No hallway for you!" he found himself saying. Yelling, perhaps, he amended. Wow, his volume and tone modulation was really bad.

He heard a sound that, by now, he could identify as the kid pausing. "...what?"

The footsteps behind the wall grew louder, by way of the Doppler effect, or whatever. He wasn't a scientist. He didn't need to be. He prepared himself for the slam of the door, for the explosion of noise it would make as it hit the wall.

The slam never came.

Instead, the door quietly slid open. Slowly, one pair of footsteps made it into the room, followed by a raspy cough. "Oh." A pause, and then ominous whirring. "Jinko."

Ranpo adjusted himself in the chair. Where was popcorn when he needed it?

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He plunged his consciousness into the depths of his overcoat and wrenched control of it. In one fluid motion, he raised its tendrils and hurled the were-tiger into the wall.

The were-tiger managed to flip in midair and land adequately, skidding back until his heels met the wall, leaving long claw marks in the floor. "Akutagawa," he spat. "Still as violent as ever, huh?"

He strolled further into the room. "And you're exactly as pathetic as always, Jinko. What makes you think you have the right to speak?" Rashoumon twitched and writhed around him.

The were-tiger let out a low growl. How fitting for an animal. "And what makes you think Dazai would appreciate you ruining a negotiation like this?"

His mind fell silent for a brief, eternal moment. A heaviness made itself present deep within him. He ignored it and straightened. Weak-heartedness had no place in someone like him. He hated to admit the were-tiger was right.

A voice interrupted his thoughts, crashed through them and pierced into the deepest parts of his mind. "Can't believe you'd ruin my fun like this, Atsushi." Dazai. He forced himself to stay still and ignore the sudden nausea and lightheadedness arising in him. Rashoumon curled around him in a way that was almost protective. He let it. "But I guess you're right. No point in wrecking all chances of a truce." He could hear the smile in his voice. The were-tiger didn't look the least bit terrified. He almost wanted to shake him for his insolence, for his stupidity in not noticing the danger just across the room.

"Yes, of course," he found himself saying, mouth moving as if not even under his control. It felt as if a fog was slowly distancing him from himself.

He felt Dazai's cold gaze turn to him. He forced himself to suppress all traces of weakness, to stand as stoically as he could. Emotions were weak, and he could never allow himself to be weak again. "Where are the others?"

Others? What did he mean by that? The executives? Another group entirely? He allowed the fog inside him to consume him until he couldn't remember what it was like to be human. Much better, he thought. "The executives had to stay behind to deal with...a certain issue. They'll come once it's been dealt with." The Boss had been found, finally, lying in a dumpster in an alleyway not too far from the mafia's headquarters, bleeding out, delirious, and yelling incoherently at a stray cat at the end of the alleyway. Their time was running out, ticking away so, so quickly, and therefore anyone available was immediately dispatched to either help the Boss, investigate what happened, or, in his case, start dealing with the detectives while everyone else was indisposed. He was told he would be negotiating, but, like always, it wasn't true. He was needed to fight. Death was all he was good at, after all.

"And they sent you?" The words were more of a statement than a question.

"Yes." He made himself look at his former mentor.

Dazai hummed noncommittally. He felt as if he had already been dissected and laid out for inspection. "Interesting decision," he said, and Akutagawa could almost believe he hadn't planned the entire situation out. "Well, anyway, that's disappointing. I was hoping to torment Chuuya a little before we were completely out of time." The other detectives almost seemed to collectively wince at the reminder. "Could you do me a favor and remind him he's short every once in a while?" To say his grin was unsettling was an understatement.

Wouldn't that be insubordination? He shoved the thought away and said yes instead. Antagonizing Dazai was one of the worst mistakes a person could do in their lifetime. And he couldn't afford to make mistakes. He couldn't.

He was spared from his thoughts by a crash as Dazai was knocked face-first into the table. "TIME ISN'T LIKE YOUR BANDAGES, STOP WASTING IT!" He searched his mind for a name. Kunikida Doppo. That was who had dared attack Dazai. He stared in mute horror. He knew firsthand what it was like to suffer under Dazai, but it was four years since he was thrown aside and abandoned. What bloodbath would ensue now? Akutagawa could envision it perfectly, a wave of darkness rising in him and threatening to drown him. First he would deliver an incapacitating kick, then crush the fingers, then carve out lines of red in places no one would bother to look—

Dazai laughed. He blinked. Dazai...was laughing. He barely restrained himself from stumbling back. The blood drained out of every part of his body, and he felt an excruciating pressure start growing in his chest. He glanced around the room, at the detectives who looked exhausted and unconcerned with what was happening right next to them. The only times he had ever seen Dazai laugh was when he was about to deliver a punishment more cruel than any human being would be able to come up with. Was this the power of the Armed Detective Agency? Were they really so unbeatable so as to not show even a hint of fear in the face of the Demon Prodigy?

A strangled gasp escaped him and quickly turned into a cough that tore itself out of his lungs. "You okay over there?" the Agency doctor asked monotonously, suddenly looking at him. Her eyes almost seemed to pierce through him and see the useless mess he was, how his body malfunctioned and his very self was so intrinsically flawed that he could hardly be considered a person.

He snapped up, wiping his mouth and pointedly ignoring the aching itch in his chest. He wasn't weak, he didn't need help, he didn't need anyone or anything, ever. "I'm fine," he spat, and struggled to suppress the next cough.

"Okay," she said, and turned away, clearly not believing him. "Whatever you say." He wanted to scratch that look off her face and beat her until she could see that he wasn't sickly and frail and weak. He may be completely useless, but he would never accept weakness. And, in that moment, he wanted to destroy everything around him until they understood that.

He realized that Rashoumon was floating around him and forced it to stay down.

Then he realized that Dazai was flying through the air and was unable to hold down the next round of coughs.

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He looked at the Boss's slumped figure in the car seat, still reeking a little of trash, rot, and the distinct smell of infection. They didn't have much time left. Ten hours, if he did the math right, which he did, of course. You can't exactly be a government experiment with the ability to manipulate gravity and not know at least something about how it worked.

He leaned back against the seat and turned his face up towards the ceiling. They had to make it. Had to. He didn't get this far in life just to lose to some greasy, edgelord-wannabe leader of a gang of emo war criminals lying semi-conscious, incapacitated, and restrained in the makeshift hospital of a group of pesky detectives. He laughed mirthlessly. The whole situation was almost funny. Here they were, on the verge of an all-out battle between at least three different organizations, with two important figures hours away from excruciating death due to a virus that ate them from inside, when the leader of the third group ended up being knocked out by a man-child with a can of beans because he decided he'd buy some dubiously fresh vegetables before plotting world domination in his gamer cave. No, it wasn't funny, it was absolutely hilarious, in the most tragic way possible. If this were a movie he'd be cackling with reckless abandon, but unfortunately it wasn't one, it was real, and he was stuck in the middle of it all with his Boss mumbling incoherently just to the left of him and almost everyone else in the Mafia scrambling to get to the Agency before Akutagawa either murdered someone or passed out and before Russian Ratatouille decided to make a break for it and start blowing up the world. He wasn't entirely convinced Dostoevsky was actually semi-conscious and not just pretending to be in order to attack in a moment of weakness, which made the time constraint even smaller, so much so that it felt like time itself was happily tying a noose around his neck.

Just thinking about nooses brought that bandage-waster to the forefront of his mind, which brought the whole incident at the office along with it. He pulled out his phone, already feeling the familiar wave of writhing, dark rage rising up deep within him to replace the annoying feeling of impending doom, and sent off a text he's been delaying for far too long.

why didn't you tell me that bandaged imbecile was out of the hospital? like we SPECIFICALLY AGREED UPON?

He felt the telltale signs of fury bubbling up towards the surface and shoved them back down with all his might. He set his phone down into his lap and closed his eyes, waiting for the onslaught of anger to calm before he ended up destroying everything in his vicinity. Though, Chuuya supposed it was better to have to deal with overpowering feelings of rage and traces of other emotions than be allowed to sit with his deep exhaustion in such a dire situation. After all, it was better to have the angry Mafia exec in a fight than a powerless, powerful barely-human who was so aware of how utterly estranged he was from the entirety of humanity that he wanted nothing more than to lie down and contemplate his own tragic existence. He'd rather be furious than empty. Not much could be done about the self-awareness, though. But it was fine. Chuuya would be fine.

Kouyou had told him, many times, that he used humor as a coping mechanism too much. She also told him that he broke too many phones, swore at his subordinates too much, and hid his problems behind a façade of a careless and hotheaded brute too much to not be concerning. He teetered on a narrow precipice between hating how well Kouyou saw through him and craving understanding and genuine connection with another person. Chuuya was a man of many faces, though, really, wasn't everyone?

"I'm gonna kill you, cat man," he heard Mori mutter quietly. He turned to face his Boss, who was staring blankly out the window. "Y'better watch out. 'Cause 'm gonna..." He turned away, not interested in hearing any more delirious ramblings. Here was yet another prime example of a man of many faces: a cruel military doctor, a calculating mafia boss with predatory tendencies, a regular man with questionable interests, a powerful man loyal to his cause, and a raving madman on the verge of death. What a deal.

His phone buzzed, and he found that he had received a reply.

thought it'd be funny lol

Soft-yet-jagged threads of a burning darkness shot through his entire body, raising his hairs with an unseen force and roiling deep inside somewhere adjacent to his chest, threatening to drown and blind him. He pressed his palms into his eyes hard enough to see stars and took a few deep breaths to salvage the torn pieces of himself from that dark and endless ocean. He could barely form a coherent thought. He grasped onto the first thing that floated up: the fact that he was in a car, then the subconscious realization that it would be highly inopportune to lose control here. As the seconds dragged on (time was running out, time was running out, time was running out), he gradually came back to himself with little reminders of who he was. He was Nakahara Chuuya, and he was who he made himself be.

After a while, he opened his eyes and waited for his vision to stabilize and for the shifting colors to fade away. He picked up his phone again and willed the corruptive, corrosive flood back under the surface. He was going to stay diplomatic. He was.

seriously.

The reply was nearly instantaneous.

yea lol

He typed a response. Deleted it. Typed another. Deleted it. Calmed himself down with thoughts of a cold metal rooftop under the setting sun. Typed a question.

well did you at least publicly embarrass him like I asked?

oh u have NO idea huh :D

what's that supposed to mean.

A typing bubble appeared, then disappeared. He looked out the window to find that they were almost at the Detective Agency's office. He would've gotten there faster on his own, but he had to protect the Boss, who was, at the moment, incapacitated and vulnerable, hence the convoy.

After a few minutes, a response finally came.

ill send u the sec camera recordings later

they're WILD

He stared at his phone for a few seconds. He wasn't sure what to expect, but it seemed like his plan was proceeding well enough for the time being.

sounds intriguing.

He shut off his phone after sending the last message. They were around a minute away from their destination. He couldn't allow himself any more distractions from the severity of the situation. He brought up everything that has happened to the front of his mind and allowed himself to sink into it.

It was time for the real fight to begin.

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Kenji was bored. He could sit still and do nothing for long periods of time, sure, but that didn't change the fact that he was just. So. Bored. Boredom was like an itch in his brain that he couldn't scratch no matter how much he tried, and it was almost agonizing.

He was tempted to start spinning on the stool again, but the last time he'd tried that—around thirty minutes ago—he'd ended up accidentally putting a dent in the corner of the cabinets with his foot, and had to drag the trash can over from the corner to cover it up. He'd tell Yosano-sensei about it later.

His foot was bouncing again, he realized after noticing the rhythmic tapping noise coming from the floor. He told it to stop. As people in the village always told him, he had to stay still sometimes or else he'd scare away the animals. That, of course, never happened because all of the animals loved him, and he loved them back.

Thinking about his love for animals only made him think about food, which in turn made him aware of how hungry he was. It was like a small burning pit in his stomach, twisting and turning like an unruly horse. He was used to it, though. Sometimes sacrifices had to be made to be strong.

He felt like he could eat a horse. Wait, no, that was bad. Horses weren't food.

Kenji sighed and spun around, slowly, to face what he was assigned here to watch: Fyodor Dostoevsky, a guy who seemed to be pretty mean by the looks of it, but also had a cool hat. Maybe if they were lucky he'd turn out to be like Nakahara-san, a little mean-looking and violent but ultimately kind and the coolest city person he'd ever seen. But, if the faces of the rest of the Agency were anything to go by, then he didn't think they would be that lucky.

Dostoevsky wasn't really doing anything interesting, which was part of the reason why he was so bored. He mostly just slept, or half-slept, and on the rare occasion he opened his eyes they'd be dull and lifeless. "Rare occasion"...as if it hadn't only been two hours. Time was so different in the city. In his village, keeping track of time was much easier. Here, there was too much going on to really notice it passing, too much noise, too much action. It was fast and slow and here and then gone.

Kyouka-chan was here with him earlier, but she left without a word a while ago, and he decided not to pry. Prying was, as he had found out through experience, not very good.

Prying...he wondered what was in all of the cabinets Yosano-sensei had. He doubted there would be anything to eat. But he wouldn't look, because he shouldn't.

Kenji sighed again and stood up. He ambled over to the curtain hanging from the ceiling, mostly held back by a strip of fabric of the same color so that observing the patient/prisoner would be easier. He looked up at the links it was hanging from. It was such a drab color, nothing at all like the countryside, with its vivid greens and yellows and blues, and the sounds of the animals and plants, and the smell of the food always on display in the market...

His stomach rumbled and sent tiny, sharp pangs through him. He didn't need the food yet, he had a job to do, and that was to stop Dostoevsky from escaping if anything happened. He couldn't eat when he was needed, he reminded himself. Food was a reward for a job well done.

The door quietly opened and closed. He recognized that faint, ghostlike presence and whirled around. "Kyouka-chan!"

Her hands were holding two crêpes, one in each hand. A growl started up in his stomach again. One of the crêpes had honey and lemon inside it, with a bit of powdered sugar on top of it all. To say his mouth wasn't watering would be a lie, and he hated lying.

Kyouka briskly approached him, knife glinting at her waist. "Eat," she said, and handed him the honey and lemon one. His favorite.

"I can't," he said, waving his hands in front of him. "I need to be strong for this. It's my job."

Kyouka shook her head. "No. You need to eat," she implored him. She had the blank face she usually had when thinking and the Port Mafia, and his stomach sunk as he realized how serious she was. Not that she wasn't usually serious, but now he knew that he wouldn't be getting out of it.

"But..." he began, "the job..."

"Kenji. I haven't seen you eat even once in the past few days. I know how unpleasant that is." His stomach sunk further. He couldn't just abandon the job, it would be dishonest and disloyal. "Kenji," she repeated, and stretched the crêpe out to him. "You need to eat." She paused and looked at a point near his eyes. After a long moment, she continued. "And sleep."

"I'm fine, though."

Her face took on a colder aspect. "I think you'd find you'd rather eat this crêpe than find out the other methods I know of putting people to sleep." That was her attempt at a joke, he could tell, but he could also tell how painful it was for her to make it.

Kenji sighed and took the crêpe from her. Kyouka-chan was more than capable of covering for his absence. He'd have to apologize profusely to Kunikida-san later.

"You need to sleep too," he found himself saying as he took a seat.

"I'll be fine." She took a bite of her crêpe, and he did the same. She seemed to contemplate something. "You won't be, though. You might be strong, but you're still human." Something dark and bleak shone in her eyes as she said that, something wholly unfamiliar to the boy he was before coming to Yokohama but now something he'd been seeing more and more often.

He turned her words over in his mind, barely noticing how his leg started bouncing again as he savored the sour-sweet taste of the crêpe.

Kenji supposed he had just learned a new lesson.

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Ranpo tugged at a stray thread as he carefully listened to the new fight begin. This fight was between Dazai and Kunikida, a regular occurrence in the office, so he wasn't particularly interested in seeing it play out. Two fights in the span of, what, fifteen minutes? Really, where was popcorn when he needed it? (In the safe under the main office room. In one of the drawers in the temporary kitchenette set up in a corner. Deep under the couch cushions.) And pain meds. But he'd bother Yosano about those later. Now wasn't the time to burden them.

The clock on the wall continued to sound like an endless series of gunshots shooting off into the abyss. Life really was like one giant battle for him. Lights were like Kunikida's flash bombs, Akutagawa's incessant coughing was like bombs going off in the middle of a hurricane, everyone's breathing was a heavy wind battering at him, and the faint, loud buzzing of electricity sounded like heavily bass-boosted 2013's-era brostep aimed straight at his ear drums. Not to mention that they were one wrong move away from launching into an actual war, though, if he predicted things correctly, then war would've been imminent either way. There was more to the Rats in the House of the Dead than met the eye, but he was never quite partial to seeing, was he? He was a great detective and could figure out anything. Which was how he knew that they were completely f—

The door exploded open with such force that he flinched and nearly fell out of his chair. His eyes flew open and he squinted through the sudden brightness to find that the door was not, in fact, lying in pieces on the floor but rather was just standing open. His mind raced to piece his thoughts together after the sudden interruption. How had he missed the footsteps?

At the door was Fancy Hat Dude, or Chuuya. He supposed it was time to start referring to people properly because it would be such a shame if all chances of (another) negotiation were ruined due to his "improper manners". He scoffed to himself.

Chuuya was no longer at the door, he noted. Rather, the executive was striding over to Akutagawa, who was nearly doubled over, clutching his stomach and coughing violently. Ranpo's ears were still ringing from the cacophony of sound, and he could feel a migraine developing behind his eyes from the sensory hell he was in. He tried to glance over at Yosano and convey his pain through friendship telepathy or whatever, but quickly regretted when he realized that even the smallest eye motion felt like two stabs delivered straight to the back of his eye sockets.

He leaned back again, massaging his forehead with his palms.

More footsteps were coming up the stairwell and down the halls. Great. No, really, it was great, because now they could finally start discussing what to do with the smelly, gross, and also highly criminal guy currently (presumably) unconscious in a soundproof room that was under supervision by two fourteen-year-olds, and also how to deal with the fact that Fukuzawa (and Mori, he supposed, though he didn't care about him and would actually be rather pleased with his demise) was less than ten hours away from an excruciating death. But he wasn't stressed, not at all, he was a great detective and nothing could ever faze him.

...

Okay, yeah, fine, he was extremely stressed and they were all screwed.

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That idiot had forgotten to take his meds again, because of course he did. Anything that could go wrong would go wrong, huh?

Burning darkly both inside and out, he strode over to a choking Akutagawa. He slammed his hand into his back, allowed for the power to radiate out and stretch around a new form, and then quickly floated him over to the Agency doctor, who he'd taken note of as soon as he'd stepped into the room.

"Take him," he barked, and then quickly severed the undulating waves of power stretching out between them. Akutagawa dropped onto the conference table like a sack of potatoes. He didn't have it in him to muster any extra sympathy. "We'll need him later."

He glanced behind him. After verifying the presence of the rest of the Port Mafia higher-ups, he focused in on himself and channelled energy through his legs and into the floor. The floor jolted with a low boom. That got their attention.

"Hey, Armed Detective Agency idiots," he began. "Get yourselves together. We have a lot to discuss. Namely," he said, jerking a thumb over his shoulder, "that."

As if on cue, through the door stumbled in a shaky and deathly pale mafia boss, leaning heavily against a flickering little girl. Mori had thankfully come out of his delirium near the end of the endless half-hour car ride, but it was still clear that he wasn't exactly in mint condition, and having been left wounded in a dumpster for several hours was doing nothing to improve his state. If the cannibalism virus didn't kill him, then the infection from whatever was teeming in the dumpsters behind the "Mori Corporation" buildings certainly would, and god, wasn't that a cheerful thought. The future sure was bright and smiling, huh?

"And that," the Boss continued, pointing a thin finger left.

There was a brief moment of complete silence punctuated by stifled coughs. "Rintarou, that's a plant," Elise piped up. "Dofuto...dosutoefu..." She paused. "Whatever. The Russian's that way." She pointed right.

"Ah, Elise-chan, of course..." the Boss muttered.

He thought he'd been a loyal part of the Port Mafia for long enough to not get smote on the spot for daring to speak against the Boss, which is exactly why he decided to speak up after half a second of deliberation. "Can we just get on with it already?"

Every eye in the immediate vicinity seemed to turn to him at once.

"The hatrack's right. We should all stop getting sidetracked and start trying to solve the issue of both of organizations being on the verge of collapse. You know, I'm actually surprised the hatrack even had it in him to come up with such a beautiful idea, this entire time I was convinced his hat consumed his brai—"

The fact that he managed to keep himself from violating all of the Geneva Conventions within the span of a second was a testament to his self-control, and only marginally more impressive than the speed with which the blond detective kicked the offending waste of bandages into the nearest wall.

"Please ignore him," calmly said Kunikida. "He does this a lot, my apologies. Let's proceed to the topic at hand."

He was a little awed. He made a mental note to buy the detective wine as compensation later.

"Yes, of course," Mori said, sounding strangely distant again.

#yeah thats literally where the draft ends #i told you it was unfinished #'how is this unedited but reads so eloquently' because i have literally the worst writing process imaginable lol #i write every sentence to be perfect right off the bat before moving onto the next perfect sentence #i never even learned how to properly edit/revise my own writing #anyway yeah #this is the last cloud update for the rest of forever #ill link this in the fic summary before anonymizing it #clouds

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asexual-hugger · 3 months ago

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Chapter 5: The Flight

SA KA FETE RESTAURANT

ST. LUCIA

Everett didn't say a word as Test Subject Number Twenty went from timid and scared to open and talkative within five minutes. She explained everything, from being taken away at the age of six to becoming a lab rat and a trained soldier over a course of two decades. She left nothing out. She even explained being born with her unusual powers.

“That’s why the men wanted me,” she finished. “They’re training us as weapons of war in a dark and deadly game. No one knows what we’re training for. Boss thinks it’s some kind of apocalypse where the Earth will be consumed in the Age of Flame.”

“Wow.” Everett gaped, shaking his head in wonder. “So that’s why you’re so crazy powerful. You nearly gave me a migraine. What was that voice in my head anyway?”

“Telepathy,” Twenty explained. “I can connect to your subconscious and communicate with you without using my voice. It’s the perfect area of exploitation. Once Boss found out that there were children that possessed these gifts, he did everything he could to round us all up and hold us in the facility. Our powers have grown so strong now that the warriors of the Age of Flame will be completely taken off guard.”

“So let me get this straight, and correct me if I'm wrong,” Everett started. “Your hair changes color with whatever emotions you’re feeling, you can move stuff without touching it, and you can connect with people through their thoughts. Now you’re saying that you are actually one out of twenty other people with the same exact abilities, all of them innate, and you’re on the verge of some freak-show destiny to fight against a bunch of fire lords that are going to bring about the end of the world? And you’ve been training since you were SIX???”

“Yes,” Twenty replied. “That’s basically it. I haven't been in the outside world in twenty years. This is the first time I've escaped successfully.”

Everett had seen the marks on her body when she’d been changing in the bathroom. He’d gasped in horror at the sight, but he hadn’t been sure how to approach the issue. Now was a good time to bring it up.

“T, I saw the injuries,” he confessed. “You had bruises and burns all over your back. Was that from when you tried to get free before?”

“Yes,” Twenty nodded. “They punished me every time I attempted to escape. They placed tracking chips in all of us to keep us in line and make sure we didn’t disobey orders. Everything those two men told you was true. They tracked me here through the code on my chip. They aren’t police officers. They're agents with the International Weapons and Warfare Agency. That’s why I panicked when you tried to report me being abused. You’re risking your life. I can’t let that happen. These are powerful people working under the government.” Pause. “So now you know my story. As I said, you can do what you want. Call me crazy, kick me out of the restaurant, the choice is yours. I don’t have anywhere to go other than the facility anyway. I was practically raised there.”

Silence. For a long time, Twenty believed that he would kick her out. Her story was so crazy even she didn’t believe it at times. She waited for him to lose his temper, just like he had done on television, call her a freak, and hell, even insult her.

None came. Instead, he reached for his phone. She had placed it on the counter when he’d given her the towels and chef’s uniform. Her red hair instantly changed back to purple when she saw him unlock his screen.

“Don’t worry, I'm not reporting you,” he said in a monotone. He held the phone up to his ear.

“Hey, Cam?” All business now. “Hi. It’s Everett. Yeah. Uh, is the jet available, by any chance?” Pause. “No, I know I'm not supposed to be back yet. There’s been a change of plans. Can you inform my pilot that I need the jet over here ASAP? I'm at Sa Ka Fete. Tell him to meet us over at the St. Lucia Airport immediately.” Another pause. “Yes, I said ‘us.’ I'll explain later. Just let him know. Thanks.”

He hung up.

“What?” Twenty asked curiously. “Are you sending me away?”

“Yes, but not like you’re thinking,” he replied. “That was Cam, my assistant back in LA. I have a home there. I contacted him to send my private jet down here to fly us back. I'm not scheduled to shoot another episode of ‘Taste of the World’ until another couple of weeks. I've decided to come back early due to all the craziness here, and you’re coming with me. I've heard enough information about you to know it is not safe for you here. You are never going back to that godawful research lab. That hell is a prison.”

“Wait.” Twenty stopped him. “You’re...you’re not getting rid of me?”

“Hell, no!” Everett responded quickly. “I'm not letting anything happen to you, T. Not now, not ever. You’re stuck with me. Who in their right mind does science experiments on kids and turns them into superhuman fighters just because they have special abilities? And to think the government is behind it? That’s downright sick.”

His phone buzzed and he picked it up.

“Everett Flynt.” Pause. “Fantastic. We’re on our way now.” He locked his gaze on Twenty. “Ever fly on a plane before?” he asked her.

“Once,” she replied. “When I was a baby.”

“Well, you’re about to fly in style,” he told her eagerly. “My jet comes with all the amenities a new flyer can hope for. This will be a trip you’ll more easily remember. Let’s get you out of here before those creepers come back for you.”

He grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the restaurant, turning off the lights as he went. “I guess you'll have to meet my family some other time,” he said to her. “Your safety is all that matters to me in this moment.”

They walked together quickly out into the dark night. The rain had died down, but there were still clouds blocking out the moon. Everett seemed to know the way by heart.

“How far is the airport from here?” Twenty had to almost run to keep up with his long strides. “Can we walk to it?”

“Pretty much,” was Everett’s response. “Hold on to my hand. I don't want you to get lost.”

Twenty was on high alert, listening for any sounds of soldiers. The night was quiet.

The jet was waiting for them on a platform when they arrived, and a flight of stairs descended from the side, ready to go. A flight attendant stood in the entryway.

“Mr. Flynt. Welcome.” She greeted him. “Your message sounded urgent. Is everything all right? It isn’t like you to leave your island home in such a hurry.”

“Yeah, I know,” Everett replied. “Normally I wouldn’t, but this was an exception. Thanks for coming.”

He led Twenty up the steps. The flight attendant looked at her curiously.

“It’s a long story,” Everett explained. “As I told Cam earlier, I'll explain everything once we land in Los Angeles. I hope there’s space for two on this flight.”

“There is space for as many as you wish, Mr. Flynt,” the flight attendant told him. She smiled at Twenty. “Please, make yourself comfortable,” she said in a low voice.

“Thank you,” Twenty answered shyly. Her eyes grew wide the instant she stepped into the cabin. It was definitely not going to be an economy-class flight.

Just as Everett moved to follow after her, however, the attendant gripped his shoulder. Her gaze flicked to the young woman for a brief moment. “Who is she?” she whispered. “I’ve never seen her before.”

“Neither have I, until she showed up in front of the restaurant all alone and soaking wet,” Everett responded. “She appeared lost and cold, so I took her in. She’s my new sous chef.”

“What?” The woman was taken off-guard.

“Trust me,” Everett insisted. “I've never been wrong about anyone yet. Go with this one, okay?”

“Of course, Mr. Flynt.” The woman nodded. “You two enjoy your flight, and if there’s anything I can do to make your trip comfortable, just ask.”

“We will,” Everett promised.

He found Twenty standing by a table near the back of the plane, looking awed but hesitant. Her face brightened when she saw him.

“Everett.” She spoke his name in a relieved tone.

“Hey, T.” He greeted her. “Shall we sit?”

Twenty carefully sat down on one of the benches, and he sat on the one across from her.

“This is your jet?” she asked in wonder.

“Well, it’s not exactly mine,” he revealed. “It belongs to the network that runs my show. It just feels like mine because I'm always using it for travel.” He nodded out the window. “This isn't an ordinary flight,” he explained. “You can stretch your legs, and there’s a bed in the back section if you want to lie down for a bit. The flight to LA is going to be kinda long.”

Twenty looked out the window. Everything was pitch black. Somewhere out there, IWWA was looking for her. Her tracker chip had already given Michaelson and Abrams her location. Now, thanks to her telekinetic blast, they were probably lying unconscious somewhere in the woods.

“I am a bit tired,” she admitted, stifling a yawn. “But I'm scared.”

“Scared?” Everett drew back. “What are you scared of?”

“The bad men coming back,” she replied. “They already found me at the restaurant. They won't stop hunting me until I'm back where I belong. They can track me from all corners of the world. They’ll find me again and again, as long as the tracking chip is active.”

“There is no reason to be scared now.” Everett gently placed his hand on top of hers. He could feel it trembling. The plane began to jolt as it rose into the air.

“Attention, passengers.” The pilot’s voice came through the intercom. “This is your pilot. Feel free to enjoy the amenities offered on our jet as we head for Los Angeles. It will be a long flight, so get comfortable. We predict sunny skies in California.”

“Told you.” Everett grinned, hoping to relieve the tension. “It’s going to be okay, T. You’re free now. As long as I'm here, no one will touch you. I have connections. The security on my show set is rock solid. I'll make sure no one breaks through. There is nothing to be scared of anymore. When we get to California, I'll see what can be done about that tracking device, but for now, get some rest. You've been up for far too long. I'll show you to the bed.”

He got up and placed his hands on her shoulders, guiding her out of the seat. She allowed him to walk her down the cabin.

“They'll wake up,” she was muttering. “They’ll go back to the facility and they’ll report in. It’s what they’re trained to do.”

Everett clicked on the light in the back room, revealing a comfortable-looking sleeping space with a rather wide bed. He led Twenty over to it and helped her lie down.

“Are you going to be close?” she asked him, lifting her legs up on to the mattress.

“Yes,” he answered. “I’ll be right outside the room. I'm going to stay up a little longer and tend to things out here. No one’s going anywhere. We’ve already lifted off, so those agents can’t chase you even if they tried. And don’t worry; the pilot is a smooth flier. The ride will be very gentle for you.”

Twenty seemed reassured by these words and shifted her body so her head was lying on one of the fluffy pillows. She felt more tired than she’d realized. She yawned again, her cheeks flushing at the fact that Everett was right there.

“Good night, Everett.” The words came out quiet but audible.

“Good night, T,” Everett answered, standing up and walking to the doorway. “We’ll all be here if you need anything. I'll wake you up when we arrive in LA.”

“Mhm.” Twenty murmured and rolled over on to her side, her eyes closing almost instantly. The bed was so comfortable, it was like sleeping on feathers. The bed in her room at the research lab was nowhere near this high-quality. It was comfortable enough where she could sleep on it, but not so much where she could stay asleep.

The door closed, the light from the cabin disappearing. She didn't even notice. Exhaustion had overtaken her.

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cryptidsurveys · 6 months ago

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Wednesday, July 10th, 2024.

Have you ever been on a laptop inside a vehicle? I don't think so. I'm very susceptible to motion sickness, so that would not be a good time.

While on the road, do you play any road games? I did when I was younger. We'd play games like slug-bug, the license plate game, I spy, and this random game that me and my sibling made up. You'd basically pronounce words very literally, with long vowel sounds, and the other person would have to guess what they were. A very simple/easy example: Juh-ay-puh-ain = Japan.

Do you have a button up shirt? I have a few.

Has there been a word you thought you were spelling correctly but then you find out that it isn’t? What was the word? I don't think I've had that issue with spelling words, but I have experienced it with pronouncing them. Such is the fate of reading books containing words that people don't use very often in everyday speech. I can't think of a specific one atm, though.

Do you have a garden in your backyard/front yard? We have a neglected, overgrown side garden in the front yard. We also used to have a veggie garden in the back, but I didn't bother with it this year. I've just got too much going on to be able to weed, water, and properly care for it. Maybe next year, if I'm more settled in my routines, have better energy levels, etc.

What color is your water tower in your city/town? I have no idea.

Have you ever picked apples before? No.

Are you scared of semi-trucks? Especially when you’re driving next to one? I wouldn't say I'm scared, but I do try to get ahead of or fall behind them as quickly as I can.

Have you accidentally put lipgloss/lipstick on your teeth before? Yeah.

If you wear chapstick, do you have any special flavors or just the regular kind? It's minty.

Do you think little babies look cute in overalls? Yeah.

Have you ever been to the site www.someecards.com? Wow, that really hits me in the early (or at least earlier) internet nostalgia. Same with all the old memes.

Have you ever tried Crystal Lite? If so, what’s your favorite? Maybe once…? I'm not sure.

Have you ever had a dream that your teeth were falling out? Yeah. I have the "teeth dream" on a fairly regular basis. Maybe once every couple of months or so.

Have you ever went on www.dreammoods.com to interpret your dreams? I don't think I've been to that specific site, but I have looked up certain dream themes before. For instance, I had a weird one recently in which I butchered and ate a snake - or almost ate it, anyway. I got right up to the point where I was about to put it in my mouth, but I couldn't do it. Apparently, according to SunSigns dot com, "Eating a snake in a dream can signify a desire for transformation in your life. You may be feeling stuck in a certain situation or circumstance and are looking for a way out. Eating a snake in a dream can be a sign that you are ready to make a major change in your life and embrace a new outlook." Guess I wasn't ready enough, lmao.

Do you own any pajama bottoms with a design on them? Explain what it is [or you can post a picture up if your heart desires to.] I have some purple plaid flannel ones, but I mostly just wear sweats/track pants.

Do you sometimes wonder how surveys were created in the first place? Was someone just so bored that they decided to ask someone random questions? I don't think I ever gave it much thought…but now I certainly am… Thank you, brave, bored soul.

Do you like eating shrimp? I like popcorn shrimp.

Ever heard of Rochester, NY? Yeah.

Do you have a fence? Yeah. The backyard is fenced in.

Do you have any signs on your bedroom door? I don't.

If you have any pets, do you talk to them in a baby voice? Sometimes. And give them ridiculous nicknames, etc.

Does your head hurt when you cry?: It doesn't tend to hurt when I cry, but often afterward. I made the mistake of crying a little in therapy earlier, just a few tears, and a migraine has been threatening ever since. Like, please no, I just had one yesterday, I don't need this in my life. You see, it's not due to a sense of pride or embarrassment that I try to keep my emotions in check, but because I just don't want to deal with the repercussions of letting them out.

Who was the last person to comfort you?: My therapist.

Are you currently wearing any socks?: I am.

What’s the closest thing to your right hand?: The mouse/keyboard.

When was the last time you made a wish?: I'm not sure.

Have you ever watched a foreign film with English subtitles?: I have.

When was the last time you wore athletic shorts?: I have no idea.

Do you think that in the end, everything will fall into place?: In the end, I'll be dead. So…whatever.

What’s the closest transparent object to you?: My water bottle.

What was the last thing you swallowed?: Coffee.

Do you like mayonnaise?: Yeah.

Anyways… When was the last time you went out in the rain?: I think it was a couple of weeks ago. It was sprinkling on the way to the animal shelter.

Have you ever seen a Tim Burton movie, like Coraline, 9, etc.?: I've seen The Nightmare Before Christmas and Coraline.

Do you keep 3D glasses after you’ve left the movie theatre?: Maybe as a kid. I haven't seen any 3D movies in recent years, but I wouldn't keep the glasses.

When was the last time you heard a British accent in person?: I'm not sure.

Who was the last person to unsurprisingly disappoint you?: People unsurprisingly disappoint me all the time. At this point, I would be surprised to be surprisingly disappointed. Or something like that.

Do you know what FTW stands for?: I do.

When was the last time you went bowling?: Not since I was a teen.

Do you like cats?: Yesss. They're my favorite animal.

Do you use aerosol hairspray? It’s bad for the environment, you know…: No.

What was the last food you choked on?: I didn't completely choke, but I had a doughnut the other day and some of the crumbs made me cough. I had to chew and swallow really fast before I coughed 'em all over the place.

Who was the last person you disappointed?: I have no idea.

Do you really miss someone right now?: No.

Do you think anyone can really reach “Nirvana” at some point?: Idk. Maybe they can.

What’s the capital of the state you reside in?: Denver.

What is the last advice you gave someone?: I'm not sure.

Do you ever dip your fingers in wet candle wax?: I have.

Does it annoy you when people are always smiling and happy all the time?: No.

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klondiketales · 1 year ago

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(W.E) Okay, okay, you convinced me otherwise about Nina, indeed, if she really didn't love Rocky, she wouldn't let him come back, wash herself in the bathroom, wash his clothes, and in the end, she would give him away to an orphanage, if she didn’t love him, before that, I thought that she was doing all this because of her sister, they say, this is the only thing left of her, and so on, but as I said, you convinced me otherwise, and yay, happy (almost) ending Frekaby

So where to start? Probably from the state of Victim!Freckle, as I said, sometimes his brain thinks that he is dead, and he simply disconnects from the world, this can happen at any moment, in any situation, this state comes to Freckle at any time, it is impossible to predict it, signs of this state are: an empty expression in the eyes, and a very tense face, plus, Freckle does not react to anything, neither to calls nor to touches, and it is also impossible to get him out of this state, only he himself must come to his senses, so all Rocky can do is take Freckle aside, be close to him, make sure Freckle doesn't get hurt, and wait for this condition to pass, this condition can last a long time, and it doesn't last long, as I said, this condition is unpredictable, and no matter how many times it happens, Rocky still cannot get used to it, fortunately, over the course of several years, this condition began to appear less frequently, and also, when Freckle comes to his senses, he shakes himself off as if from a dream, and tries to remember what he did a minute ago, and the like, and that’s not all, I haven’t talked about his other problems yet, for example, phantom pains on his body, even the Rapist!Freckle body have never experienced violence (almost, scars from Rocky’s claws on the back of the Rapist!Freckle, but that’s another thing), Victim!Freckle experiences phantom pains on her body from the abuse of the Rapist!Rocky, plus, Freckle sometimes has a headache, more precisely, in the place where the bullet hit, so Freckle periodically suffers from migraines, let's just say these are gifts from his past life and death, something like this

Plus, a little about Freckle himself, as I said, he is no longer an innocent and naive boy, after what happened to him, he is no longer a child, he is already a more adult version of Freckle, smarter, and more careful about everything, let’s say, Victim!Freckle is now less susceptible to malupulations, and does not believe in everything at once, let’s say Freckle learned from his bitter experience, and now he trusts his feelings more than the words of other people, in other words, Freckle has learned to put himself above other people, within reasonable limits, of course, so if Victim!Rocky tries to deceive him (of course, I don’t think that Rocky will try to deceive him, this is a what-if), with the current Victim!Freckle it won’t work, in other words, it’s more mature and Freckle, who survived a lot of crap, but he still, despite this, remained a good person, and lastly, Freckle became more silent, and this silence is not caused by shyness, or nervousness, rather, it is caused by something like “At the moment, I don’t want to say,” let’s just say that Freckle is tired, that he doesn’t have the strength to be shy, or nervous, something like this, hmm, I’m interested in Victim!Rocky’s reaction to this version of Freckle, on the one hand, this version resembles the old version of Freckle (before how everything went to hell), but at the same time this is a different Freckle, this is a very bright contrast with the Rapist!Freckle, in general, thanks in advance for the answers

Hi W.E. Yeah I have a lot of strong opinions about Nina lol. I think she’s alright.

Wow, that must be really hard for Freckle, his brain thinking he’s dead and having these “seizures” or “episodes,” I don’t know what they would be called. I think Rocky is smart enough to find the best way to help him when that happens (even if it’s just being patient and waiting for him to come back, then giving hik water and a snack and a little cuddles and naptime—because it must happen more often when Freckle is tired or stressed out, right? 🤔) also I like to imagine Rocky putting things on Freckle’s head while he’s out lol. Kind of like Miss Beans in Rango. I don’t know if you saw that movie but she always freezes at random times as a “defense mechanism,” as she calls it, and one time someone put a bowl of fruit on her head as a joke…that seems like the kind of playful thing Rocky would do. Maybe it would even cheer Freckle up lmao. They’d be able to find the humor in a really sad situation in which they would otherwise feel helpless.

The phantom pains and migraines are a good idea, too. It’s like Victim!Freckle still has to suffer the punishments earned by Rapist!Freckle, even though he (victim) didn’t do anything wrong. ;-;

I’m glad Freckle at the very least was able to learn from his experiences and be more careful, so maybe it won’t happen to him again, at least not as easily. I can definitely see him not talking. Not due to shyness, because at this point he really doesn’t even care about making a good impression or seeming normal in fromt of strangers. At every moment of every day, he just wants to be at home, alone, with Rocky, so they can comfort and reassure each other, and be free of stress, and rest, and heal. I think Rocky would probably love Freckle despite his long silences, and be happy that he’s not that other Freckle. It’s my headcanon that Freckle never talked much, anyway, and only Rapist!Freckle was more of a chatterbox, because he had to continue his delusions by forcing Rocky to participate in them, and because he had to fill the silence when Rocky refused to speak to him out of fear and hatred.

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alba8688 · 1 year ago

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Chapter 7

Word count :2393

Warning ⚠️ mentions of alcohol ,vomit if I kiss. Anything let me know thank you 🙏

The first day of Spring break starts today and I have nothing planned for the whole week other than to stay home watch movies,get drunk and cry while drinking and Eddie is probably going to be making fun of me the whole time and probably make have something to say about the movie choice I had for the day .

Talking about Eddie, where is he?

Haven't seen him since this morning. I woke up to him watching me sleep then he disappeared when he saw that i open my eyes .He was laying next to me and as soon as he saw that I saw him he dispersed into thin air .

To be honest I didn't find it creepy at all .

I know I should but the poor guy has nothing to do and he can't sleep. I would have done the same thing if I was a ghost in a coma .

I wonder how Eddie does that ?

Being in a coma then being a ghost is so confusing or maybe I'm just seeing things that aren’t really there and Eddie is just a figment of my imagination.

Or maybe I'm crying thinking I'm talking to a metalhead, a really hot metalhead.

But I mean I see him. I talk about myself. He tells me about himself .How could I be crazy and actually finding out everything he tells me its truth.Aaaahh I'm getting a migraine just thinking about it .

Maybe I just imagined everything .

I can’t deal with this right now. I need to take some pills for this awful headache .

I head over to the kitchen to take some tylenol and like i have nothing to do

Today or tomorrow or the next .Wow, I have a boring life . I might as well do laundry and change the sheets from my bed and clean the apartment now that i have time and maybe order some chinese later,

Uuuu chicken fried rice and some jalapeno chicken yup that's what i'll order and maybe some sushi and two of those triangle sushi looking things.

Before starting cleaning I headed downstairs to grab some breakfast and a coffee then headed back to the apartment to eat my breakfast then clean .

And that's what i did,

i put the laundry in the washer and while it was washing i decided to clean my closet that it had a mess and so i did i ended up putting all my clothes by color like black with black pink with pink dresses with dresses you get the idea of what i did and when i was done I started on the living room to sweep and mop but first i connected my phone to my bluetooth speaker i mean you need music while cleaning if not it gets boring.i put it on shuffle and started sweeping the apartment then after awhile i stopped to get myself a drink a drink meaning a bottle of wine i had on my fridge cold waiting for me to drink it.

I grabbed a glass from the top cabinet and poured myself some wine and chugged it. It was so cold just how I like it and one thing led to another. I was halfway down the bottle and still haven't mopped at all. Now here I was sitting down on the couch with the bottle in one hand taking small sips while I listened to music .

I stood up and went upstairs to my room to grab a scrunchie to put my hair up in a bun then stop when I saw a picture of Eddie I had found while cleaning the back of the closet .

He was wearing a black dio shirt. He must have been younger in that picture around 19 was my guess.

I took the picture and a piece of tape and tape it in my squishmallow i dont know what the fuck i was doing i was too drunk to function properly right now.

But i think i just tape a picture of Eddie in my damn stuffed animal that i hug at night and sometimes use it as a pillow.

And now here I am staring at it and smiling like a damn fool.

What the fuck was wrong with me?

I grabbed my squismallow, hugged it tight and Now I was heading downstairs to the living room when the song changed..

play"CHERRY" LANA DEL REY

Cherry by LANA DEL REY started playing and it hit me right in my heart.I walked over to the kitchen where i had left the bottle of wine and I chugged the last of the wine.

"Do you like that song ?"I asked the stuffed animal with Eddie's picture tape to it.

"Come on sweetheart i just like metal music you should know that."i did a terrible impersonation of Eddie and that made me giggle a lot because i know eddie would say something like that.

Yeah, I was drunk.

I placed the squishmallow in the sofa gently as if it was really Eddie and

started swaying my body to the music and singing to the lyrics of lana .

I glanced at my squishmallow and smiled.

"Dance with me Eddie."I slurred and took the poor squishmallow in my arms and started dancing with it like a crazy person .

"Sweetheart you're such a good dancer." I once again did a really bad impersonation of Eddie making me giggle.

I'm sorry but I drank a whole bottle of wine so now I was singing to the plushie with the picture of Eddie and crying to the lyrics .I was on that stage of my drunk self where I got sentimental.

"" Darlin', darlin', darlin'

I fall to pieces when I'm with you, I fall to pieces

My cherries and wine, rosemary and thyme

And all of my peaches (are ruined)"

I spun around with my plushie squishing it in my chest and now I was crying even more . I don't even know why but I was .

I guess I got in my feelings.

I kept dancing, swaying to the music well. I thought I was dancing but I probably look like a crazy person singing so out of tune and hugging my damn squishmallow that had a picture of Eddie tape to it.

My rose garden dreams, set on fire by fiends

And all my black beaches (are ruined)

My celluloid scenes are torn at the seams

And I fall to pieces (bitch)

I fall to pieces when I'm with you

'Cause I love you so much, I fall to pieces

My cherries and wine, rosemary and thyme

And all of my peaches

When Lana sings "CAUSE I LOVE YOU SO MUCH"i look at my squishmallow with the picture of Eddie and sing to him like if it really was Eddie dancing with me Right now that i was drunk i could honestly say that I had fallen for that metalhead .

Tomorrow I might deny it but right now I won't.

And the next thing I knew was that I was kissing his picture without noticing that Eddie was sitting down on the couch with an amused smile .

"Ok now i see why you keep it in your bed ,Do you guys need some alone time?"I heard him say ,I instantly hid the squishmallow behind my back so Eddie wouldn't see the picture I was kissing .

-"W-when d-did you get here?"I slurred my words. I was trying my damn best not to seem like I was drinking but I don't think I was doing such a great job because

I kept stumbling even though I was standing in place staring at Eddie with wide eyes.

He is going to think I'm a weird person for kissing his picture..I thought to myself.

"Sweetheart, are you drunk?"He stood up from the couch and slowly approached me .My instant reflex was to hide the stuffed animal behind my back,I couldn't let him see it, not today or ever.

"No." I lied and tried to move away from him but I ended up tripping .

"You sure?"he tilted his head to the side and smiled wickedly and the next thing I know he is holding the damn squishmallow and raising it up high on his hand so I wouldn't reach it .

I jumped trying to snatch it from him but I was too drunk and kept stumbling so I just gave up and just sat down flat on the floor with my hands covering my face .I just let it happen

This is the night I die of embarrassment.

RIP Aria Avila.

To my mother I leave my shoes and to my best friend Clarissa Carver I leave all my clothes and makeup.

"Ari?"Eddie's voice gets me out of my head .

"yes."I said softly. I opened my fingers that where covering my eyes to see where Eddie was.

And to my surprise He was sitting down in front of me criss cross looking at me with that stupid smirk .

"There she is ,"he smiles. "Yes , here I am Eddie dying of embarrassment.I couldn't even look at him right now. I felt o stupid and embarrassed. That was the weirdest thing I ever did and he saw it.

"Don't look at me ,"i blushed closing the gap between my fingers

"Hey don't hide from me ,it was cute you dancing around ."he coo,

How was that cute ? i thought to myself

I slowly lowered my hands from my face to face reality.I look at Eddie who had my stuffed animal in his hand but it didn't have the picture the tape was there but not the picture .I stood up fast from the floor looking around frantically for the picture that was just tape on the damn stuffed animal.

"What are you looking for?"Eddie asked standing right next to me,

I didn't answer and got on my knees and started crawling looking under the sofa.

"I mean i don't mind the view sweetheart ."Eddie chuckled and I turned to look at him holding the picture of himself in his hand"where you looking for this?"that asshole had the picture all this time and he didn't tell me while i was looking for it like a crazy person.

"Yes' 'i gulp.i don't know if it was because i was caught kissing a stuffed animal with a picture of the guy i'm crushing on the guy being eddie and he saw everything or the alcohol because my stomach wasn't feeling too good right now.

I felt all the food from the morning coming right back up mixed with the alcohol and that wasn’t a good sign so I ran to the restroom emptying my stomach into the toilet.Jesus Christ how I hate throwing up. I hate it so much. I hate the smell. I hate the way my stomach feels when I'm throwing up. I hate everything about it.

I should have eaten first before drinking all that bottle.

I'm never drinking again.

I don't know if that's true but I'll believe myself for today.

Just for today .

"Here drink."i heard Eddie’s voice from behind me

"Eddie don't look at me i look disgusting."i also smell disgusting.I look disgusting.Drool falling down my lips mix with my vomit .

Jesus, I am in a bad state. I need to get a hold of myself .

I got up slowly, Feeling a little

Bit dizzy maybe not just a little but a lot the whole room was spinning so I close my eyes and walk blindly over to the sink which wasn’t a far distance for.But for me it still felt like I had walk miles I started by washing my mouth in the sink.I open my eyes to take a peak of myself and Eddie was gone,but he had left a bottle of water on the counter. He was getting so much better at picking things up and it scared me.It really scared me so fucking much .

I drank the whole bottle of water and decided to shower hoping I felt so much better.Walking over to the shower was the hardest thing I’ve ever done after failing attempts to walk I crawled over until I reached the glass door and open it enough so I could go in.I reach over to turn on the water making sure it was the right temperature.I don’t know how I did it had my eyes close doing everything blindly I took of my clothes tossing it out.i got up slowly to fix the water temperature but failed miserably and somehow the water started getting to a warm temperature that wasn’t too hot nor to cold and I know who might have done that but my head was spinning so much to open my eyes .

“Thank you Eddie .” I said softly

“I’ll be waiting for you outside Ari .” Was the last thing I heard before I fell asleep on the floor of the shower .

I don’t know how long I’ve been sleeping in the shower floor but I was rudely awoken By Eddie screaming in my ear .

“Eddie .” I whisper I open one eye to see him standing over me trying his best to pick me up .

“I’m sorry I swear I didn’t want to see but you took a long time and I came to check on you and you were on the floor .” I heard him say but I was too drunk to care right now that I was naked curled up in a ball on the shower floor .

Somehow I managed to get out of the shower and dried myself up and wrapped the towel around my body and headed upstairs to sleep.My eyes where Half open but I knew Eddie was following making sure I was ok .When I reached upstairs I took off my towel tossing it to the ground I had totally about Eddie being on back of me until I heard him gasp "Jesus Christ!!" right now i didn't care. I had a massive headache and I know tomorrow I’m going to regret it so i got in my bed completely naked and got under the covers closing my eyes .

“Goodnight Eddie .” I remember saying

"You're gonna be the death of me."I heard Eddie say before drifting to sleep....

Next chapter

#eddie munson #stranger things #love #lovers #hawkins #ghost story #ghost #ghost love story

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a-stone-in-flight · 1 year ago

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jsdak'lfjsdaklfjsad;l @orangeswithsquirrelfaces how does it feel to be the funniest and most imaginative person on tumblr (assuming you're a person and not a collection of squirrelified fruits). i wasn't expecting any response to my rambling lamp monologue, especially not one this frickin incredible, thank you so much!! i literally cannot stop giggling. all of these lamp ideas definitely count as fucked up, evil, and very very malevolent in the best way.

here's my response to your response to my response to your response to my post:

salty coffee (or even worse, salty tea? salty hot cocoa? salty lemonade? saltwater?) is just the perfect level of malicious lamp subterfuge. even better if it happens when there are guests over 😭

a party where the lamp grew fouRTEEN CHICKEN LEGS and ran around covered in baked beans would be, hands down, the best party of my life.

oh my god imagine getting that shipment. like u come home from work one day and there is a HUGE pile of lampshades! thats the funniest way to max out a credit card sakdf;jlksak

and holy heck that short horror story is WONDERFUL (definitely not abhorrent!!). I'd read 100 more pages of The Epic Saga of Bethany and the Fucked Up Evil Lamp. your talent at improvisation is mindblowing and your writing is so engaging and eloquent!!

the romance between an evil lamp and a character would sure be something. whether it's a one sided fixation on a fixture or a shared love across an unbridgeable gap or something else, that's definitely a play I'd pay to see.

and wow now that I think about it, a lamp is pretty hard to define. a computer or a lightsaber probably wouldn't make the cut (and I do NOT want to see evil versions of those objects). but we definitely can't leave any awesome short lamps out :)

I think a dubstep strobing lamp could range from pleasant to debilitating depending on the target and I feel like migraine inducing is a whole other level of evil but a lamp that just decides "time to party" randomly would be a barrel of laughs. and oh I didn't even THINK about morse code that'd be so funny and frustrating 😭

thank u so much for your kind words abt my owl house rambling! i definitely agree that the light symbolism in that show is worth adoration.

i love the way you put it — light, like so many things, in shows and books and real life, rly is a double edged sword. you make such a good point about the fear of the unknown and how the desire for the perceived safety and comfort of light can hold us back.

I was not expecting a funny pondering on malevolent lamps to turn into an insightful analysis of the psyche of CEOs and their parallels to the collector but oh my god this is the most wonderfully wise surprise that I've had in ages. I completely agree with what you're saying. and if only more ppl with power dared to step into the dark unknown and take the risk and learn, maybe our world would be a little better. maybe that's what fantasy and sci fi are for — to hold up a funhouse mirror to our flaws, to show us the double-edged sword while making us laugh, to invite us to consider our own nature, the complex morality of existence, and, above all, evil lamps.

...this was VERY unexpectedly existential and I am so glad you decided to post that quesadilla lamp rant :) on the off chance u read through all my rambling, thank YOU so much for taking the time to share this existential and hilarious magnificence with the world!

I'm very curious what u cut from the original quesadilla lamp rant and if u have any other lamp-related or generally chaotic musings, i'd be delighted to hear them ;)

characters of all time

#evil lamps #long post #I should post more owl house textpost memes if thisll be the result #also I am very thrilled to meet a fellow excessive comma user #a pretty good boat to be on imo

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Pad See Ew and Parking Spots

The last thing you need while sick is the equivalent of a Hangnail over.....or is it?

Another entry to the Parking Spots Universe read part 1 and part 2!

Warnings: Banter, teasing, Jake being an absolute simp, no y/n but reader's nickname is Venus

Your head felt like someone had filled it with cotton and was pressing down. Stuffed and fuzzy, the pressure on your sinuses made turning your head a labor of work.

The constant pressure on your face made it impossible to enjoy the unexpected time off from work, as watching TV was too strenuous.

Instead, you put yourself on bed rest, trying to find a comfortable spot so you could close your eyes and nap.

Just when sleep was within reach, the loud vibrations of your phone ringing pulled you out of your moment of peace.

Pushing away the used tissues and weighted blankets, you found your phone, the name of the caller lighting up.

Human Hangover.

Of course. It's like he had a sixth sense, always able to annoy you at the worst possible time.

You put the phone back in the midst of pillows, allowing it to continue to ring. Sure, you could text him, but why should you?

You were getting too close anyways.

During the last parking lesson, you actually smiled at the Men's Health poster child.

It wasn't even something you noticed yourself doing. He just looked so fucking ridiculous, blasting 'Venus' by the Bananarama in his dumb Jeep as he waited for you to walk up.

You had half a mind to turn around and shut the door. He was ridiculous, bobbing his head up and down to the music, giving you an exaggerated wink.

Had he not said anything, you wouldn't have gone the whole night not realizing what you had done.

But he was obnoxious, so naturally he had to let out a breathless wow as he leaned his head against the steering wheel with stars in those sea green eyes.

"What?" You asked, rolling your eyes as you got into the passenger seat.

"Your smile."

The worst thing was that you couldn't even muster up a sneer, an eye roll, a snarky remark.

Instead, a warm flush had overtaken your cheeks due to his statement. His stupid, corny words were having an effect on you, one that didn't give you an immediate migraine.

As fun as it was to get free dinners, have picnics on the beach, and take jabs at him, it had gone too far. You found yourself that night looking at his lips much longer than you ever intended.

So getting sick was actually perfect. You would ignore him, giving him that final push to go talk to the long list of other girls who were waiting for him. Girls that would let him into their beds, let him treat them as a hump and dump.

Sure, his patience was admirable-you truly thought after the third date-parking lesson- he would finally get the hiny. But he was just playing a long game. As soon as you'd let him in, he'd leave. Therefore, you should leave first. It was perfect.

You downed some NyQuil and put your phone on silent. A pang of guilt flared up in your chest when you saw the several missed calls.

It was for the best. The last thing you wanted, nay, the last thing you needed, was another person to remind you that you're only good enough for a fuck, not a relationship.

So you swallowed the guilt and closed your eyes, finally able to drift off to sleep.

Whether minutes or hours had gone by, you couldn't say. The loud banging on your door not only woke you up, but caused your heart rate to skyrocket and your blood to run cold.

Who the fuck…..

You had half a mind to pull the covers over your head. But something in the back of your head told you that the pounding wouldn't cease.

Using all your strength, you willed yourself out of bed, pushing away the covers and used tissues, grabbing your glasses to clear your vision. Slowly but surely, you made your way through your apartment to the entrance door.

Upon opening it, you immediately wished you had stayed in bed.

“Oh my god, you’re ok-wow, you look rough. Are you okay? Are you sick?”

“I can see why the navy kept you, your observation skills are astounding,” you deadpanned. Your reflexes were too slow, bogged down by the cold you had, allowing Hangover to prevent the door from closing on him.

“Why are you out of bed, you should be sleeping!” He said, sounding closer to your mother than his usual obnoxious self.

“I was doing that until you came,” you gritted out between your teeth.

Jake stopped dead in his tracks, “You wear glasses.”

Fuck.

Jake didn't think it was possible to find you more attractive. But you wear glasses apparently. Why don't you wear them more often?

"Yes, I also have exactly one head if you didn't know by now," you rolled your eyes, "Officer Hangover-"

"Lieutenant."

"Lieutenant Hangover, is there anything I can help you with? Because right now my priority is getting better-"

You stopped as you felt one of his hands gently press against your forehead. When did his eyes get so bright and intense? You had to look away from his stare.

"You're burning up," he murmured, his voice low and deep. God, you hated his voice. How it was smooth like whiskey, topped off with that slight drawl.

His stupidly large fingers gently grasped your chin, the cool metal of his class ring grazing your skin. Before you could comment, he titled your jaw up, forcing you to look at him and his ridiculous eyes.

"We gotta get you to bed V."

"That's what I was trying to do before you- hey!" Embarrassment flooded you as he picked you up like it was nothing. Within seconds, he was carrying you bridal style

"Put me down Seresin!" Jake couldn't help but smile at your words. Seresin. It was his last name, but you were calling him by one of his names.

Progress.

"Y-you're gonna get sick, put me down!"

"I'm in the military. I've had every vaccine known to man and then some."

You tried to jerk away from the circles his fingers were drawing on your back. Instead, your face landed right into his chest, the smell of cedar wood so strong, you could smell it faintly through your stuffed nostrils.

You pretended to gag, needing something to distract you from the fact he just picked you up so damn easily and was able to maneuver your body like it weighed nothing.

"Y'know how I can tell that you worked at Hollister? You douse yourself in that damn cologne." You mumbled against his broad chest.

Jake shrugged, "You don't complain."

He had a point, and that was the worst part.

"I-I need to sleep," you mumbled, something Jake found adorable.

"That's what I'm doing." Suddenly your back was touching your mattress. The hand Jake had on the back of your skull (when did that happen) gently guided your head to your pillow. His hands moved to your glasses, gently taking them off and placing them on your nightstand.

"How….how did you even find my bedroom? Are you stalking me?" Your weighted blanket was pulled over your chest, bringing warmth to your shivering body.

Jake chuckled, "You live in a one bedroom apartment. I'd be worried if I couldn't find your bedroom."

You knew you were ill because Crimson Chin was making sense. He needed to leave and you clearly needed more NyQuil.

A snarky comment was about to leave your lips when it was silenced by his hand gently tracing the skin on your cheek. Fuck, why was he so touchy? It was weird and you hated it, given the fluttering your stomach was currently experiencing.

"Just sleep, okay? I got ya Venus."

No, he most certainly did not. You two weren't anything, he was just some weirdo who couldn't park for shit and looked at you like he was seeing the wide open starry sky for the first time.

You were adorable sleeping. The way your lips were slightly parted, a cute little snore escaping from your mouth.

Jake could stare at you sleeping all day. He was quite tempted to, but he had other things he needed to do.

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"Hey, Venus. Wake up." When did you fall asleep? How long had it been?

Given that the sun was now setting, it couldn't have been too long, right?

Regret filled your entire being when you opened your eyes.

"What the hell are you doing here?!" The human persona of regret and annoyance was in your fucking bedroom.

"How much NyQuil did you take?" He asked, quirking an eyebrow.

"Clearly not enough, as it didn't keep me from waking up to a nightmare."

He let out that low chuckle that made you so angry, your face heated up, "A nightmare? Most folks usually refer to me as their savior."

"It's been made pretty well known that the United States government doesn't have the greatest judgment, so I don't know why you're counting them."

Jake shrugged as he sat at the edge of your bed. It was then you noticed that he had one hand behind his back.

You reached for glasses, putting them back on. It took everything in Jake to stick to his plan and not tell you how absolutely stunning you looked.

He definitely needed to come up with a plan regarding getting you to wear your glasses more often.

"Well, I think this will change your mind," He grinned as he revealed what he was hiding behind his broad, well-defined back.

Your brows knit together in confusion as you stared at his hand. You look up at his face, then back down.

A container of Pad See Ew.

The question why forms on your tongue. It dies before it can even leave your lips, as memories of your first parking lesson flood back to you.

How could he…..better yet, why would he? Why remember such a minute detail, especially one that was a rare situation?

"I'm not going to sleep with you." Tension fills your body as you shift away from him. The air in your lungs feels constricted, almost as if part of you felt regret over your words.

It was the part of you that you had tried to squash so many times; the part that still had hopeless, naive dreams about being wanted. The part of you that always led to heartbreak whenever you followed it.

"Is that all you think I want?" His voice is soft.

Jake's not angry. If anything, he's fucking concerned because he thought that within the past month, he's made it pretty dog-gone clear he was crazy about you. That he thought the world of you.

Maybe Javy was wrong and he should have shown her the list of potential baby names he had saved on his phone. Perhaps that would have convinced you-

"Why else would you remember such a stupid detail?" You wanted to believe your anger was directed at him. But deep down, you knew it was also directed at all the jerks before him, the ones who made it impossible for you to enjoy a nice gesture.

Because it was never just to be nice.

"Because it's important and I enjoy listening to you?" It comes out as a question, though Jake's more so questioning why you find it so hard to believe that he wouldn't pay attention to you.

"I-I always remember what you say-the jokes and the non-jokes," He's trying to reassure you, but all you do is move away from him.

"You're wasting your time, Hagman. Just cut your losses now and go talk to the other girls who are dying to let you into your pants."

Your words are sour, much like the cold medicine you had taken hours ago.

"Why do you think that's all I want from you?" The tone he's using is new to you; it's not just soft, but there's a sadness that hangs around his words.

You shrug, your eyes now focused on your nails, "It's all anyone wants from me."

Jake's mind is now filled with the potential scenarios that would have led you to say such a thing, to believe such a ridiculous thing about yourself.

He has to remind himself to put down the container of food so he doesn't crush it out of anger or worse, spill it on your comforter.

"Who told you that?" You ignore his words, your brain too busy scolding you.

Why did you ever say yes to him? Why did you think you could control yourself? Stupid, stupid, stupid! You get yourself hurt every damn time.

"Hey," his hand on your shoulder breaks you out of the trance, "Who the fuck told you that?"

You jerk away at his touch. Why was he making this so damn difficult?

"No one had to tell me, I was able to figure it out pretty quickly when every attempt I've made at a relationship ends with the other person leaving me after they get bored."

Your eyes refuse to look at him; you can't. Not when memories of goodbyes over text messages and it's just not working, sorry are replaying in your head, mixed with flashbacks of nights where the loneliness was so overpowering, you cried yourself to sleep, desperate for something, anyone, to make the heartache just stop.

It was why not feeling was easier.

"Just stop wasting your time and leave me alone." There's a bitterness lacing your words as you spit them out. Your knees are brought to your chest, forcing your back to straighten.

Of course you're bitter. You dreamed about love, how great it would be to find someone to spend the rest of your life with. As a child, you didn't imagine your wedding but rather being married.

The world was cruel in the "lessons" it taught you. Not that you took them to heed, as now you were using all your willpower to not cry in front of the latest mistake.

It's an attempt to make yourself look stronger, tougher, not fragile. Jake knows it because it's what he's done so many times for God knows how long.

The front you put up is like staring at his own reflection. Deflect, make a snarky comment, and then push everyone away. No one can see that you're imperfect if no one is around.

Anger fills his body. Not at you, but at the fact he wasn't able to meet you before all those idiots filled your head with the idea that you weren't good enough. Angry that he couldn't go and beat those assholes up for making you think you weren't worthy of anyone's time.

So instead, he scoots his hand closer to you; not on your skin, but close enough to feel his presence.

"Look, I recognize I can't go and beat those assholes up for being the biggest idiots I've never even met," maybe if your thoughts hadn't consumed you, you would have chuckled at his words.

Maybe.

Jake Seresin isn't the best with words. Or emotions. Always was told they were bad (thanks Dad).

But like hell if he's going to just sit there and let you think that he doesn't think the world of you.

So, he swallows all the doubt trying to creep into his mind and is honest.

"But, I can tell ya this. I like you. A lot. Everyone on base is telling me I need to go get my head checked, but I know it's just because being with you on the ground is the closest I've felt to flying."

"And yes," he sees the way you look at him, question forming on your tongue, "I did compare being with you like flying. It's my life and I don't know…..I always thought it would just be my life and then I met you in that parking lot and you're bright and passionate and always say what's on your mind and I don't know I just....I want to do shit with you. Like take you to dinner and watch movies and bake cookies."

"You can bake?" No, that wasn't what you took away from his declaration (something you thought only was a thing in movies). But you needed more time to process what he had just said.

"Every year my mom puts on a Christmas Eve dinner and goes balls to the walls with cookies. My siblings and I always got roped into helping her, so we learned all her recipes. Of course, since I was the youngest, I mainly watched and stole spoonfuls of the dough until I was sixteen. But I can make her famous snickerdoodle cookies with my eyes closed."

It was then you noticed that when he smiled, the corners of his eyes creased.

It was endearing. Absolutely, completely endearing. His smile was comforting, like a warm fire on a winter night.

"Earl gray and lavender."

His brow knitted together in confusion; was it at your statement or that there was a small sliver of a smile when you finally looked at him?

"That's my specialty cookie," you explained as you reached for a tissue to wipe your nose, "I'll show you some time. Preferably when I'm not full of mucus and snot."

Some time. As in, you wanted to see him in the future. Show him a part of you.

"I'd like that a lot," he passed you the box of tissues.

The silence isn't uncomfortable. It's nice, serene even.

The small meow of your cat, Rugleach's way of alerting you that she was about to jump on your bed broke the quietness.

"Hey girl," Jake said to her, leaning down to scratch her chin. Your eyes widened at the sight of your cat, who hated all men, who was now purring and straining her neck to receive more pets from Jake.

Well, if that wasn't a sign.

Fuck.

"So this is the girl with more kills than me?" Jake asked, a cheeky grin adorning his handsome face.

"Yup, that's Rugleach. My protector from mice and birds," You smiled, leaning over to scratch her head, her purring being heard over your sniffles.

"You know," Jake paused, "I do have a security clearance so if you were to give me the names of those asshats , I could-"

"What, do you get a free stalking pass from the NSA?" You snorted.

"Yeah, it's part of my benefits," Jake responds, not missing a beat.

The corners of your mouth turn fully upwards and the most amazing sound comes out.

A laugh.

It's beautiful and melodic, just like you. The corners of your mouth are fully turned upwards, revealing a smile so bright and big, the corners of your eyes crease and your nose scrunches up.

Jake is thankful he's sitting down, but if he wasn't, he would have gotten on one knee and asked you to marry him right then and there.

So instead, he settles for leaning over to gently adjust your glasses that had been crooked.

"With a smile like that, why on earth would anyone let you go?"

His words combined with the tender action left you speechless, realization hitting you like a freight train.

Fuck, he was being sincere.

He was sincere the whole damn time. Ever since you first yelled at him in the parking lot.

A crumbled, used tissue hit his chest.

"Sap," you said, eyeing him with a teasing grin.

"This sap just brought you your favorite sick food. Besides," He leaned in, breath hot on your ear, "You don't seem to be complaining."

"I would never complain about Pad See Ew, Jake" you turned, hoping he couldn't feel how warm your skin was from his proximity.

It's the first time you said his name correctly. He loves it, loves the way you say it, how it rolls off your tongue so naturally. How sweet it sounds coming from your lips. How it’s your way of not just acknowledging what he said, but also how you felt about it.

He’d do anything and everything to hear you say it again.

He handed you the container, along with a pair of chopsticks. In return, you handed him the remote.

"If you put on some American military propaganda film, I'm kicking you out," You told him before taking a bite out of the dish, the noodles and sauce comforting on your throat.

Jake laughed, his hand squeezing your knee, which was a little annoying because it sent more heat through your body, "I mean, I just get really hard when Apocalypse Now comes on, can ya blame me?"

Your eyes couldn't roll back any harder, "That's a movie I've never seen and I know I'm not missing out."

"Wait, you've never seen it?" Jake's emerald eyes narrowed, concern filling them, "it's actually a great movie-not that it's my favorite, I mean, I thoroughly enjoy it but I don't get hard while watching it-"

He was rambling. Gone was the cocky pilot and instead was a guy who looked downright nervous.

You loved it.

"If I weren't so sick, I'd kiss you right now," his lips parted, though no words came out, "You should ramble more often Hangover, it's a good look on you," no attempt was made to hide your smirk at his reddening cheeks.

Jake sees this and it was ridiculously hot but also somehow totally adorable, probably due to the way the tip of your nose was so red from blowing into tissues and he just couldn't help himself.

A hand cradled half of your jaw, tilting your head up, making your lips in the perfect position for Jake Hangover Hangnail Hangman Seresin to kiss you.

You moved your lips against his, as best as you could when holding chopsticks and a plastic container.

His lips were like electricity, coursing through your veins. Your body was frozen, but not due to panic (which was the usual reason).

With anyone else, you would have been pissed that they thought kissing you while you were sick was a good idea. But with Jake….you didn't just expect it, you didn't mind it?

Yeah, you….didn't mind it at all.

Unfortunately, having a stuffy nose made breathing quite difficult, which is why you had to break away.

"You taste like Pad See Ew and NyQuil," Jake commented before pressing his lips against your right cheek. It would have to suffice while air returned to your lungs.

A laugh escaped your lips, "What did you expect? Again, you really should look into suing the government for all the brain cells you lost while in-what's it called? Grid lock?"

"So you do listen to me!"

"Can you not remind me of my mistakes? Thanks," you deadpanned, not minding the chuckle he let out. His lips pressed against your forehead, bringing a small smile to your face.

"Also, if you get sick, you can't blame me. Nor will I feel as inclined to bring you Mac and Cheese," you added before taking another bite of your food.

"I don't ever get sick," He scoffed, making you roll your eyes as you adjusted your glasses.

"That is exactly what someone says before they get deathly ill. I'm not going to figure out parking in a government military base. We're not there yet."

"So what you're saying," he leaned in, his breath once again on your ear and God, he needed to stop doing that or else you will kiss him again and will double his chances of falling ill, "We will get there?"

"You still need to learn how to park, Romeo," you paused, "speaking of which, you parked in the visitor lot, right?"

"No, that's too far away from your building. I just parked in front and hung up my work tag," Jake explained, as if that was the most sensible thing in the world.

"Jake….you can't….you have to park in the visitor's lot or else your car gets towed."

"V, they're not gonna tow someone who clearly works for the military."

"How much ya wanna bet?"

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latte-fairytaekwoon · 4 years ago

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Noona, Do You Not Like Younger Men? (Choi San+Jung Wooyoung)

Pairing: Choi San× Milf! Reader (Female)× Jung Wooyoung

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Idol AU.

Summary: Maybe going over to pester their favorite manager during her vacation wasn't such a bad idea, especially if it ends up with them getting what they always fantasized about every night.

Word Count: 4.2+K

Warnings: Age differences (still within legal boundaries), breast play including titty fucking (yeah I'm aware some of us don't have huge tits, I'm part of that squad but we can dream ok?) fingering, m+f+m threesome, ass grinding, spanking, degradation.

Taglist: @little-precious-baby @galaxteez @multidreams-and-desires @yunhofingers @yunhoiseyecandy @deja-vux @daniblogs164 @brie02 @couchpotatoaniki @a-soft-hornytiny

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Y/N's eyes squinted at the two younger males who casually showed up at her home, uninvited and already letting themselves in as if they owned the place.

"Hi Noona. Did you miss us?" The older one of the two squished her cheeks together, earning him a slap on his wrist, which he did not appreciate.

"Aww Noona, now look what you've done. You made him sad." The other male pointed to the other's pout.

"Choi San and Jung Wooyoung, just what the hell do you think you're doing here?" She crossed her arms over her chest.

"Isn't it obvious? We came to keep you company!" San cheerfully exclaimed.

"We know you missed us so we decided to come over and spend time with our favorite manager." Wooyoung added as he went over to try and cling an arm around the older woman, but she brushed his hand away.

"Ok, in case you guys didn't know, I'm on vacation, a well needed vacation from my manager duties. Specifically from you two! You little brats who constantly give me migraines and high blood pressure. I got this vacation to get away from you both!"

The boys were taken aback by her outburst, looking back and forth between each other and then returned their faces back to her. Their somber and disappointed expressionism soon bursted out in laughter, confusing the woman in front of them.

"Oh Noona! You're so funny." San giggled.

"We know you love and adore us so much. And you're happy that we came to keep you company!" Against her will, and more since she was outnumbered, she let Wooyoung and San each take one of her arm and drag her over to the living room where they sat her down and started arranging the space so they could have a small movie day. Y/N let out slow and deep breaths as she tried not to lose her patience and just let the boys run around her house as they started putting the snacks they brought with them into bowls. She could hear them muttering angrily to each other from the kitchen, no doubt telling each other to be careful less they accidentally broke one of her plates. In less than 10 minutes, they had about 7 or 8 different bowls full of different snacks, ranging from crispy chips, to sour gummy worms and even different types of sweet chocolates.

"We even got mochi ice cream! Would you like some?" Wooyoung enthusiastically shoved the case that contained assorted flavors of the icy dessert.

Knowing she might as well enjoy the gluttonous snacks while she could, Y/N skimmed her hand over them and picked out one of the mint chocolate mochis and stuffed it in her mouth. Unbeknownst to her, the man on her right was staring at her with a wide smile as she ate the ice cream. When she noticed, she gave him a puzzled look and scooted further away from him.

"You chose the mint chocolate flavor." He giddily stated.

"Yes....any problem with that?" She questioned.

San emitted happy squeals at that.

"I love mint chocolate flavor too! Don't you see Noona? This further proves that were soulmates and destined to be together!"

Without even asking or warning, he snuggled himself against her, an arm around her waist as he used her chest as a makeshift pillow. Coming back from the kitchen, Wooyoung glared at San when he saw how close he was with their manager.

"Hey! No fair. Don't hog Noona up for yourself. We promised to share!" He quickly jumped on the other side and tried to tangle himself around her, proving to be difficult when San was pushing him away. Y/N ended up being pulled and tugged from both sides as the boys fought amongst themselves for her. Fed up with their antics, she reached her hands over and smacked both of their thighs sharply, making them retreat away from her less they suffered more physical pain from her.

"I want both of you to stay at least an arm's length away from me if you're planning to stay here and watch a movie. And absolutely under no circumstances do I want either of your mouths opening to sputter nonsense and annoy me further...Got it?!"

Both of the idols scooted to either ends of the couch, each grabbing a nearby cushion to keep them company and to protect them in case they furthered irritated their off duty manager. Y/N took a deep breath as she rubbed the side of her temples, letting the boys pick out which movie they wanted to watch. She probably wouldn't even enjoy the movie with the two rascals nearby, she thought to herself. Wooyoung and San settled for a cute looking movie, both of them hoping that the fluffy contents would soften up Y/N so they could cuddle up next to her once more. The woman however cringed when she saw the title.

"Ugh. Wake me up when whatever chick flick you chose is over." She settled back onto the couch, her eyes already closing.

"Aww come on Noona, give it a try. You might even like it." San suggested.

"Romantic movies have never been my type." She mumbled out, her hand reaching out to take some of the popcorn on the table to stuff in her mouth.

The movie played out exactly as she expected it to. Nothing short of all the typical cliches and stereotypes portrayed on every single romantic comedy made in existence. The boys would often look back at her every few minutes, their faces getting more and more discouraged when their manager didn't seem to be enjoying their company. It seemed that their plan to get close to her backfired as she was currently resting her chin on her palms, dozing off slowly while not paying one bit of attention on the screen in front of her.

"Told you to pick a scary movie." San complained to his friend.

"Your chicken ass can't even handle them." Wooyoung side eyed him.

"Yeah, but jump scares serve as an excuse to hug the person next to you." He tilted his head over to Y/N.

"Nice move, saying your plan out loud for her to hear. You dumbass."

Taking the pillow he had, San chucked it at Wooyoung, knocking the snacks he was currently eating onto the floor. Grabbing the pillow, he made move to throw it once more, but Y/N held a hand up.

"Throw that cushion and I will choke you Jung Wooyoung."

The warned boy immediately sat the cushion back down, setting his hands down on his lap.

"Please do...."

Y/N's half lidded eyes sprung wide open when she heard his whisper. Slowly she turned her head at him, of course Wooyoung noticed out of the corner of his eye and swallowed harshly. He didn't think she was paying attention enough to hear him, but she was. Wooyoung soon felt flushed as she eyed him with an indiscernible stare, trying desperately to focus his attention on the movie in front of him but the heavy weight of her stare kept burning through him. Seeing as he wasn't going to say or do anything else, Y/N decided it would be fun to tease him like he'd often tease her. Sliding on top of him, to the surprise of not only Wooyoung but his friend on the other side, Y/N hummed softly as her fingers ran up his chest.

"Please do what Wooyoung? Choke you? Is that what you want? Want my hand wrapped around that pretty of neck of yours?"

The flustered male shuddered when her fingers encapsulated over the front of his neck, lightly applying pressure against his Adam's apple with her palm.

"Oh someone likes this a little too much." She chuckled as she subtly rolled her hips on his tent that formed as soon as she touched him.

"Please Noona.." Wooyoung squirmed underneath her body, hips trying to grind up against hers.

"I barely did anything and you're already begging for me. You're an even bigger whore than I thought you were." She let out an annoyed 'tsk' as she slowly began to get off his lap.

When Wooyoung felt her detaching herself, his hands came out to clasp her waist, keeping her firmly planted on his lap.

"Yes I am, I'm such a whore for you Noona. But please don't leave me here like this." He whined at her, looking completely pitiful as his hands desperately tried to keep her from moving. Y/N reached a hand out to toss some of the hair away from his forehead, her mind already working on ways to play around with the young male. Noticing that his eyes kept falling towards her chest, she suddenly got an idea.

"You like my breasts Wooyoungie?"

Her question caught him off guard, eyes widening, looking like a deer caught in headlights, especially after she called him by his nickname. He was beyond flustered, unable to look up at his manager anymore.

"I asked you a question Wooyoungie and I expect an answer or else I'll leave you hanging there and make you watch as I play with Sannie instead."

The forgotten male beside them became excited at hearing her words, his hand rubbing against his inner thigh, slowly creeping up to the bulge in his pants. Tilting his chin up to look at her, Y/N repeated her question once more, expecting him to reply as it was his last chance.

"Y-yes. I like your breasts very much Noona." He finally admitted.

Satisfied at getting an answer, Y/N pulled away from Wooyoung so she could start removing her shirt, both boys watching her without batting an eyelash. When her bra dropped on the floor, they both stared in awe at her voluptuous chest, mouths agape and nearly drooling at the sight.

"Fuck, they're just-wow." San chimed in, tongue wetting the center of his lips.

"You like them too Sannie? I always thought you were more of an ass guy." She commented with a knowing smile, recalling all the times he'd come up behind her and greet her with a pat on her bum.

"Oh hell yeah I am, but I'd never say no to an opportunity to suck on a pretty pair of tits." He acknowledged with no hesitation.

"Is that so? Well then."

Prying Wooyoung's hands off her, Y/N sat herself back in between the boys, hands cupping both of her breasts to gently massage them in her palms, fingers tweaking at her nipples which were slowly getting fully erect. The two men at her sides watched with hungry eyes, only imagining how soft and tender her breasts must feel, both wanting to replace her hands with their own. Unbeknownst to them, they were about to get a better offer.

"There's one for each of you my loves, so go ahead. Put your pretty mouths on them and suck on them. And maybe if you do good enough, I'll play more with you guys."

Wooyoung and San simultaneously looked at one another, both wondering if they heard her correctly or it was another perverted thought their mind played on them. Realizing it was not, San was the first one to be bold as he cupped the breast nearest to him and brought it up to his lips, where he proceeded to coat the areola with spit before he latching onto it.

"So you're more of a dirty boy, aren't you Sannie?" She mused at him, fingers brushing some of the bangs on his face.

San only responded by lifting his eyes momentarily to shoot a wink her way before indulging back in his task of suckling on her tit. Y/N turned her attention to Wooyoung, who was still nervously sitting there in a pliant manner. She beckoned for him to come closer.

"Wooyoungie, my other breast feels lonely."

Getting the hint, Wooyoung lowered himself and practically squished his face into her fleshy mound. As expected, he was very vocal, spewing out lewd sounds as he harshly sucked on her nipple, bringing in as much of her as he could possibly put in his mouth. Y/N laid her head back on the top of the couch, mouth drawing out heavy breaths and pants as she relaxed and enjoyed the sensation of the the younger male's mouths on her breasts, their tongues and teeth eagerly swirling and nibbling on her sensitive flesh. She noticed how both of them had completely different patterns. Whereas San's suckling was less intense, it was definitely more sloppy, spit dribbling down his chin and down her chest from all the insane movements his tongue worked on her nipple, each of them clearly focused on bringing her as much pleasure as possible. Wooyoung was definitely more intense and full of eagerness, but each swirl of his tongue or nibbling on her skin was less meditated and more like he was simply enjoying to taste the older woman, playing around with her breast as if it was a toy for him to fondle and tease as he pleased. Not that she minded, she loved being used as a toy by them both.

She became so lost in the feeling of their mouths on her body that she didn't notice the hands that had traveled in between her thighs until she felt them prying them open in an effort to slide her shorts and underwear down. She became somewhat self conscious when they managed to tear the rest of her clothing off, her legs closing tightly. Tapping a finger on her knee, San pulled off her nipple to say:

"Spread your legs for us and let us see that soaking cunt of yours."

Wooyoung was just as shocked as she was at his informal and vulgar words, but it certainly served to arouse her even more. Getting talked down to by someone younger than her..... it was definitely something. Giving him what he, and probably also his friend, wanted, she opened up her legs. Putting aside her gorgeous breasts for the meantime, the 2 pairs of eyes peered down at the sight below them, their Noona's folds glistening just for them and because of them, her tiny bud aching to be touched by their fingers. Signaling to his friend, San dipped his fingers down, swirling them around her clit before pressing down on it.

"Oh she's needy Wooyoung, I can feel it throbbing against my finger." San smirked as he lightly rubbed against her clit.

"Is our pretty Noona in need of our fingers? Does she want to get stuffed with them?" Wooyoung muttered against her ear, lips quick to muffle the moan that responded to his question. It was a sweet and tender kiss that was interrupted by San who tilted her chin towards him so that he could kiss her as well.

"Don't worry Noona. We'll make sure you're full and satisfied."

Y/N gasped as she felt both of their fingers slowly insert themselves into her slick and wet walls. Nudging to each other, their fingers started moving to and fro, eyes watching closely each facial expression that took over her features, reveling in the blissful sighs that were spilling out of her lips. Y/N couldn't keep herself from clenching tightly around their fingers, mesmerized by the sight of both of them fingering her tight little hole.

"Are you enjoying this Noona? Like having your tight pussy fucked by Sannie's finger and mine?" Wooyoung giggled, pushing his finger deeper into her, knuckles pressing against her mound which had her shuddering.

"Yes she is Wooyoungie, look at how much tighter she's becoming."

With a mischievous twinkle in his eye, he looked at Wooyoung.

"Maybe we should stretch her out even further. Don't you think?" He suggested, to which Wooyoung agreed to with a grin.

With a sharp inhale, Y/N released a whimper when 2 extra fingers intruded into her intimate region, stretching her further. The pace with which they were thrusting their fingers into her increased, each of the boys jamming their fingers at different timings, making sure that their tips touched the hood of her sex, grazing that sweet spot of hers. Y/N was a whining and moaning mess. The boys were not giving her any chance to relax, when one set of fingers was pulling out of her, the other set was pushing back in, continuing its abuse on her g-spot. She felt her thighs starting to trembling, her lower stomach building up her climax by the second. Even with the 4 fingers parting her wide open, she was starting to squeeze around them, wrapping them up in a blanket of heat that would soon coat them with her release.

"Are you gonna cum Noona? Cum on Sannie's and my fingers?" Wooyoung cooed as he drove his fingers faster into her to help her reach her orgasm faster.

Y/N could only manage to nod slightly, eyes shutting tight, unable to register anything else save for the slippery and squealching sounds that came from between her thighs. She didn't feel San press his lips against her ear until his low voice spoke in that sexy satoori accent of his.

"Cum for us Noona. Cum all over us."

With his encouragement, she tipped over the edge, crying out loudly as her release started streaming down her body and onto their hands, dripping even down to their wrists. The boys were kind enough to continue filling her hole with their fingers, helping her ride out her orgasm until she came down from her high.

"Shit. Look at all the mess you made on us. Such a dirty dirty Noona." San taunted as he forced her to look down at their cum covered hands, which they both brought up to lick clean right in front of her.

"And you taste so delicious." Wooyoung added with star struck eyes.

Cupping both of their chins, she placed a peck on each of their lips.

"Thank you for that my darling boys, you made Noona feel amazing. It's only right Noona makes you both feel just as good."

Not forgetting about the throbbing needs in their pants, she ordered them to strip in front of her, an order they were eager to comply with. Through clumsy fumbling, a pile of clothes was added to the previously discarded garments from the woman in front of them. Y/N couldn't hide the satisfaction on her face as she gazed at their erect cocks, standing proudly, waiting to be touched and played with.

"Well I suspected my boys were big, but even the reality is nothing like what I imagined." The men flushed at her words, flattered by the knowledge that she had indeed thought about them in that way before.

"Wooyoungie, lie down right here." She patted the space next to her.

Following her instructions, Wooyoung placed himself where she wanted him, displaying himself out to her. Hovering above him, Y/N kissed along his defined abs, getting dangerously close to the tip of his cock, exciting him while the member behind them envied their close proximity. Y/N pulled her face away right before her lips could touch his head.

"As much as I'd love to suck your pretty little cock, I think there's something you'll enjoy even more babyboy."

The pet name followed by the image of her breasts enveloping his shaft between them was enough to drive Wooyoung wild as he realized what she had in mind.

"Oh fuck Noona- yes please." He was anxious about having her warm tits hug around his length and fuck him until they were coated in his cum.

"I knew you'd love the idea."

Glancing back at the neglected male, Y/N motioned for him to come over.

"And I have an idea for you too my precious Sannie. Since you seem to like my ass so much, how about you stuff that cock of yours in my cheeks and fuck yourself on them?"

San's eyes bulged out, his dick twitching when he heard those words. It was such an erotic, kinky and naughty idea and he was all up for it.

"Shit- fuck yeah." He wasted no time as he straddled Y/N's behind, slapping his cock on each of her asscheeks before prying them apart and laying his shaft in between them.

"Fuck yourself as you want Sannie and try to keep up with Wooyoung and I." She challenged him, which he was more than willing to take up.

Spitting down on Wooyoung's cock and her tits to properly lubricate them, she sandwiched his shaft in her pillowy and soft flesh before rubbing her tits up and down on him. Wooyoung was releasing gasp after gasp the more he felt and saw his member disappear and reappear from his Noona's glorious valley. Meanwhile behind her, San busied himself as he started rutting his cock against the firm but tender skin of her ass, groaning and grunting as he took advantage of the green light she gave him to go as hard as he wanted. Each time he slammed his hips up into her, he basked in the visual of her plump ass cheeks rippling with each of his thrusts.

"Oh God." San exclaimed, one hand coming down to strike one of Y/N's cheeks, causing her to jolt forward in surprise, her stiff nipples rubbing against Wooyoung's shaft.

"Shit! San- be gentle with Noona." He whined, his eyes still focused on the silky sensation of Y/N's boobs hugging him.

"It's ok Wooyoung. I know Noona liked it. She likes it rough. Watch."

Raising his hand once more, it came back down to spank the same spot he had previously hit, a light pink hue starting to appear on her skin. Y/N tried and failed to contain a whimpered moan from her lips, spit dripping out and falling on Wooyoung's tip.

"Shit Noona, are you really into freaky shit?" He asked in astonishment.

"She's literally letting two younger guys fuck her tits and ass, how much more reassurance do you need?" San pointed out as he squeezed at her ass, riding her backside with more intensity.

"She's just a dirty kinky whore, allowing us to use her body this way. And then she's gonna let us cover her in our cum cause she's that slutty."

Y/N groaned at his words, her tongue poking out to lick at Wooyoung's slit each time it peeked out through the valley of her enormous tits.

"Fuck to paint Noona's tits with my cum-" Wooyoung hissed, teeth tugging at his bottom lip.

"You wanna do that for me? Cum on my big boobs baby boy?" She chuckled when she felt Wooyoung's cock twitch against her skin.

He couldn't answer her as another one of San's slaps along with his frenzied grinding thrusted her forward, making her and the boy below her exclaim in surprise.

"You're not cumming without me. You better hold it." San warned through gritted teeth, nails digging into her flesh as he violently rammed his cock between her fleshy and plump folds.

Y/N looked down at poor Wooyoung's face, looking so distraught as he fought hard not to cum right then and there. Leaning down, Y/N gave his tip a few kitten licks before resuming to squish her breasts on his length.

"It's ok Wooyoungie. San forgets his not in charge here. I am. So cum for me baby boy. Cum all over your Noona's tits." She softly said to him.

With shuddering whines and whimpers, Wooyoung threw his head back, eyebrows furrowed as thick streams of cum erupt from his tip, his orgasmic bliss so overwhelming, lasting longer due to Y/N continuing to rapidly push up and down his cock, milking him out of the last drop of cum he had left in his body.

"That's it. That's my good little boy, keep cumming just like that." She praised him, watching with excitement as his seed plastered itself on the top of her cleavage, some of it even splashing onto her cheeks and chin.

"That's so fucking hot- Oh my God-"

After watching the scene play out in front of him, San felt a familiar tightness in his balls, his tip starting to swell up. Before he could even register it, he was already pumping his own cum all over Y/N's ass and lower back, sputtering out incoherent words as he did so. He ended up collapsing on the couch, energy completed drained after all that, same as his friend who was still laying still on the other side. Meanwhile Y/N grabbed the box of tissues that was on the coffee table and pulled a few of them out so she could clean herself and the boys up. Starting with Wooyoung, she wiped in between his thighs, picking up the remainder of whatever was left of his cum before turning to San and cleaning up his body as well. Once both of the boys were cleaned up, she grabbed a couple more tissues to use on herself. She was distracted when she heard both of them start giggling out of nowhere.

"What's so funny?" She asked them, looking at San and then at Wooyoung, both of them donning a suspicious smile.

"So Noona does like younger men..."

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judediangelo75 · 4 years ago

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Soulmate Tattoo AU

Hello everyone!

Thanks to me reblogging an AU tag and @kc-needs-coffee asking me about the soulmate AU, I now feel the urge to share what I wrote.

This is both a transfer and revised version of this story from my Wattpad account so it fits the storyline.

MC friend: David Willows @that-scouse-wizard (I love this guy, if you really can’t tell already)

They’re 16 here.

Enjoy!

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(Talbott Winger)

My mum used to gush over the gray words on my left bicep when I was little.

"Wow...you're beautiful..." it read.

My mum knew that who ever my soulmate was is going to accept me and love me no matter what. Even with my Animagus form.

I often sat and pondered what kind of situation I would be in for my soulmate's first words to be that.

Would we run into each other, us ending up in a pile of limbs while they stared into my eyes?

Would I be super dressed up and they saw me? Stopping to stare at me?

Would I be in my Animagus form and they somehow found me?

Often times I wonder what my first words would be...

Considering how my mother raised me with manners I was sure I would be polite. Maybe even sweet thanks to the amount of poems I would read alongside my father.

Oh how dead wrong I was...

After my parents died and I was sent to Hogwarts, I became cold and distant. I didn't want people to get to close to me, due to my fear of losing them too.

Including my soulmate.

I would keep to myself as much as possible. The only expectations were Penny, Tonks, Professor Flitwick, and Professor McGonagall. I spent most of my time hidden away in the library, my room, or the Courtyard.

Anywhere with less people.

If I was stressed, I would go out for flight in my Golden Eagle form and take a walk in the forest.

The one day I did had to be one of the best and worst days of my life.

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I was flying to the forest near by the Castle in attempt to clear my head. Penny found me by the Courtyard to chat with me during our lunch break. As much as I enjoying having Penny as a friend, her constant hinting at having another friend caused me to feel the phantom throbs of a headache.

I never told her my reasons to why I prefer my solitude. Getting too close to people can lead to a number of things.

Getting attached.

Getting stabbed in the back.

Suffering from heartache if you lose them.

Flying solo meant I could be free from those possibilities. Even if it meant never meeting the one I’m suppose to spend my forever with...

Landing near the dirt path, I transformed back into my human form.

Possibly it was my headache that was swiftly turning info a migraine.

Or maybe because of the thought of never meeting my soulmate created an ache in my chest that stole my focus.

Either way, I didn't pay attention that there was another person a few feet away from me. It wasn't until the sound of a soft gasp hit my eardrums when I realized my mistake. I swiftly turned on my heel to look into pale gold eyes. I glared at the person standing before me.

Judith Harris.

Little sister to the infamous Jamal Harris, who disappeared years prior.

The one danger follows around like a lost crup puppy.

Who now knows my bloody secret!

Fear and anger surged through my body causing my blood to pulse rapidly. So much so I didn't register her saying,

"Wow... you're beautiful..." I didn't feel the tattoo on my arm tinge with recognition.

I didn't realize in that moment that I found my soulmate.

Instead, I immediately felt threatened by the idea of her using my secret against me.

And made me spew my next words out in anger.

"Get the hell away from me, Harris!" The amazement and awe that shimmered in her eyes was quickly snuffed out. Hurt and blank fear took their place.

"Wha-what," she whispered. I snarled, why wouldn't she leave?!

"I said get the hell away from me, Harris! And if I hear a single word about what you saw, you would've wished you never met me! Am I bloody clear?!" Judith's pale gold eyes welled up with tears as she nodded frantically before running away.

I rubbed my temples in annoyance.

Lunch was almost over by now, and I have Charms soon...

Fucking great...

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What happened that day never fully sunk into my mind until weeks later when David cornered me...

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Flashback

"Talbott." I turned my gaze to find David approaching me. I sat up straighter. Something was very off here.

David was never really one to seek me out...

"David..." I greeted cautiously. He stood in front of me, his brown eyes staring sightlessly into my red ones.

"Mind if I ask you a few things, mate," he asked, his voice was stiff. I slowly nodded, feeling very uncomfortable to where this could lead to.

"What’s your soulmate tattoo and what color is it now?" My brows furrowed.

"Why-"

"Today, Winger," he said sharply, his voice coming out as a near growl. His posture spoke his anger. Clenched fists, ridged muscles and a clenched jaw. But why was he so mad?

Deciding not to test the Hufflepuff’s patience, I raised the left sleeve of my robe and show it to him. I was surprised to find the usual gray words were now black...

Which meant I met my soulmate already...

David’s hand gripped the collar of my dress shirt, yanking me forward so I was nose to nose with the infuriated wizard.

" So it was you?! Bloody hell, Talbott, I can't fuckin’ believe you," he growled, a fire burned in those eyes and I felt the color leaving my face.

"Sl-Slow do-wn D-David!" He released me and took a few deep breathes but his glare never faltered.

"How did you know about my soulmate tattoo," I asked softly, rubbing those three words subconsciously. He shook his head and sighed sadly.

"Because your soulmate told me..."

Wait... what?!

"Who?!" His eyes sharpen like broken glass at my sudden outburst causing me to flinch. If David knows who my soulmate is and to react this strongly on their behalf, then they must be very close.

"Why, so you can break her heart again?! I know you don't like gettin’ close to people Talbott, but you honest to Gods broke her! She barely speaks a word now unless she's talkin’ to a professor, which is barely a sentence! Even Snape is concerned!" I winced.

What could've I have said to hurt my own soulmate?

"David, it must've been some kind of mistake-" David's humorless laugh sounded unnatural and bitter.

"Oh there's fuckin’ no mistake about it, Winger. You know the rules of the soulmate tattoo. Your first words are etched over her heart from the day she was born. You solidified that tattoo in black ink and she has to look at it every single day now," he said coldly. I swallowed dryly.

"Who is it, David?" The name the came out his mouth made my heart drop to the pit of my stomach.

"Judith Harris."

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(Judith Harris)

I stood in front of my mirror half dressed. Staring at my reflection in the mirror blankly.

My fingers brushed over the black words that inked over my heart lightly. A lone tear ran down my cheek.

I wasn't a planned child.

While my father wanted me, my mother didn’t.

Now with my Papa gone, she’s all I have. She always preferred Jamal over me. He was the apple of her eye, her light in her world.

I was constantly pushed away or brushed to the side.

Jamal's love and attention helped eased the pain until he disappeared. When he vanished, my mother was devastated. She even yelled to my face once that she rather I disappeared rather than my brother.

Words can’t describe how that hurt me.

But that would never compare to the pain I felt the day I fully understood what the words written over my heart meant. I never wanted to meet them if it meant having to deal with the crushing rejection.

Luckily thanks to the uniforms, it was easy to cover my soulmate tattoo so I wouldn’t have to look at it. My constant studies and my hunt to find my brother and Cursed Vaults helped take my mind off the enviable.

Until I accidentally walked by the forest and spotted a beautiful Golden Eagle transform into the quiet Ravenclaw, Talbott Winger. I was amazed that he was able to transform into an animal, and such a big and beautiful eagle too.

I was in awe.

I didn't know that being in the forest that day would meant meeting the person I'm suppose to spend forever with. If that was the case, I would've never went on that walk...

The hate in his beautiful red eyes and the threat the fell from his full lips had me in tears and running away as fast as I could. When I reached the castle, I flew by my friends and ran all the way to my room, falling face first into my bed to cry in my pillow.

Ever since that day, I have to look at these same black words as a heavy reminder that I'm not as loved as I may think I am.

And I never will be...

Sighing, I went through my closet to find something to wear for the day but still covers my tattoo. Settling on a black and white striped sweater dress that ended at my knees and black shin high combat boots, I showered, put on lotion and slipped into my outfit. Unsure on what to do with my hair, I eventually settled with two braids in the front and I threw the rest of my coils into a low ponytail. Spraying on my perfume, I deemed myself presentable to take on another day.

Today I was mainly free to my devices so I either help Hagrid with a new creature or help one of my professors with a class or two. Today I was helping McGonagall with second years in Transfiguration.

I passed by a few of friends on my way to the Transfiguration classroom, murmuring a soft hi before continuing on my way. I didn't pay much attention to the worried glances they sent my way. They had no real reason to be worried. I'll go back to my normal self eventually...

Hopefully...

"Ah, Miss Harris," Professor McGonagall greeted me with a gentle smile as I walked in. She had to be one of my favorite professors in all of Hogwarts. Knowledgeable, powerful but kind and attentive.

But turns out she wasn't alone. I felt my heart stopped when the person turned around to face me.

Talbott...

"Mr. Winger was just here to- Miss Harris?!" I didn't bother to finish hearing her out as I bolted out of the classroom.

Dear Gods, why do you hate me?

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(Talbott Winger)

I winced when the suddenly piercing stare of Professor McGonagall was trained on me.

"So, Mr. Winger, I'm assuming you know what's been going on with Miss Harris as of late," she stated sternly. I stayed silent as she sighed wearily.

"Out with it, Mr. Winger. Something must've happened between you two for her to run out the room as if a bunch of devils were behind her." This wasn't what I expected when I came to Professor McGonagall for advice.

"I-she-" McGonagall raises a brow. I sighed, mentally defeated.

"Judith and I are soulmates..." Professor McGonagall looked a little surprised at my admission.

"But why-" I rubbed my hands against my face.

"Because I was stupid and my first words to her made it seem like I rejected her," I sighed. Gods, it felt weird seeing her for the first time in weeks. Looking into those gold eyes, my tattoo tingle.

A part of me wanted to reach out and touch her.

To look into those molten gold eyes and get lost in them.

But as quickly she appeared, she disappeared twice as fast.

"And exactly what were your first words and what was the situation that happened," she asked as she prepared her classroom. I went to help her.

"I went flying for a bit to clear my head so I went to forest to go on a short walk. When I transformed back, I didn't realize Judith was near by and saw me. I felt so scared and angry that she could've used that information against so even she said her first words, it never registered in my head. So I told her, 'Get the hell away from me, Harris!' And threatened her not to tell anybody about me being an Animagus," I admitted sheepishly.

I heard Professor McGonagall tsk as she walked over to me. Her green eyes were firm.

"Now Mr. Winger, I can understand your side. It was unexpected, yes and given how fate has planned this for you, there was no way around this. But given how her behavior has been going on for weeks and no one understood why Miss Harris seem so melancholy, it has caused a great deal of worry. Not only among her friends but the staff as well. Severus even dislikes her sadness more than her usual behavior. And even before you admit this to me, I know Miss Harris has her insecurities and sadness that she hid decently well. She sometimes confides to me when she helps me step up for my classes that her current family life isn't a loving one. Having your first words inked on her made her feel worse, I assume," she said.

"I-I wanna fix this... but how," I asked, feeling desperate.

I didn't expect it to be this bad and before the death of my parents, I remember longing to meet my soulmate. Doing little things to make them smile and laugh. Being able to be close to them whenever I want. Tell them I would always be there for them and protect them.

The younger version me would've been so upset with me right now...

"The best way to fix this is to find her and be honest with her. Let her hear your side of the story. Though granted, I see that it's not normally easy to find the girl nowadays. As way to avoid you as much as she possibly could," McGonagall stated matter-of-factually. I felt my heart sink just hearing that.

I rubbed the words hidden under my sleeve, something I’ve been doing more frequently when I found out who my soulmate is.

"But-" the older witch said. I perked up, eager to hear what she has to say.

"I normally wouldn't recommend this but given the situation and your change of heart... you can try tricking her into meeting you," she offered. That could just work.

I'm sure I could ask David to help me...

"Thank you, Professor McGonagall," I smiled at her, hope taking root in my heart. The older witch gave me a small smile.

"Oh, and Mr. Winger," she called after me as I headed to the door. I glance over my shoulder to see what she had to say.

"Don't be afraid to open your heart to the girl. Despite her reaction, she may love you more than you know." I blushed but nodded at the advice before leaving the room.

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It was late at night and I stayed hidden in the shadows in the Courtyard, anxiously waiting for Judith to show up.

It didn't take much to convince David to help me trick Judith into meeting me. Once he saw how serious I was into making things right with the girl, he agreed to help.

Of course not before leaving an underlying threat if I were to break her heart again. I shivered at the memory of glaring brown eyes...

David should've have sent her a note about meeting him in the Courtyard to tell him something important and to come alone. Of course David is currently in his room, sound asleep.

"David? I got your note... Where are you?" I heard Judith call out softly. I took a deep breath to steady my racing heart and quietly walked towards her. Her back was to me and she was wearing the same outfit from earlier, except her hair was out of it’s ponytail.

Biting my lip, I reached out and held her hand.

"David, there you-" Judith's voice died in her throat when she fully turned around to face me.

The fear that danced in her pretty gold eyes didn't sit right with me...

"Judith, I-" I couldn't finish when Judith suddenly try to pull away from me, looking towards the doors of the castle as a mean to escape. I kept a solid grip on her hand and curled an arm around her waist.

"Judith, please. Hear me out, just for a minute," I pleaded with her, wanting her to stay.

"Look, I didn't tell any-" Her frantic voice turned in quiet gasp when I leaned in and pressed a kiss on her cheek. I didn't expect her skin to be so soft and warm. I felt the urge to do it again.

The Hufflepuff witch finally looked up at me, surprised.

"Please, let me explain," I said, looking into her eyes. She nibbled on lower lip and nodded. I slowly led her to the fountain, setting her on my lap. I quickly curled an arm around her waist, holding her close. I have the great need to be close to the girl and it didn't help that she smelt so good. Doing my best to focus, I gently taking hold of her chin, raising her gaze to meet my own.

"I'm so sorry, Judith," I said softly. She didn't say anything and I tried not to chew at the inside of my cheek.

"Please believe me, Judith. I really am sorry. Whe-when you found me, I was scared... my Animagus form is suppose to be a secret. I never registered to the Ministry, which helped save my life. My parents lost their lives to Death Eaters. With my status being unknown, helped me escape. When you found me, all I could think of what kind of trouble you could bring to my life. Your first words to me never clicked in my mind until after the fact and I'm so, so, so sorry, Judith. I didn't mean to break your heart or anything of that sort. I-If you don't forgive me and d-don’t want anything to do with me, then I will understand," I whispered, dropping my head in the space her neck and shoulder met.

I would understand, but I wouldn't be happy about it at all.

Despite this being the first time I ever gotten close to her, I find myself completely at ease. Happy. Comfortable.

I don't want to let her go and be without this feeling for the rest of my life...

"I-I..." I stiffen, bracing myself.

"I forgive you," she admitted quietly, wrapping her arms around me. I looked up at her.

"R-really," I asked, hope settling in my heart.

"Y-yes... just know it may take some time to come around. I don't come from a happy home," she mumbled. I didn't hesitate to nuzzle her cheek.

"I'm with you, Judith. Now and always..." Seeing that small shy smile on her face made me excited on what the future could mean for us...

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Hmm? When did I... Oh, was it the "how did they work out the kinks between them" question? Hahah! Silly Pie, I don't mean that kink😝! I meant: "How did they work out the differences and conflicts between them?"

I'm not interested in NSFW stuff (unless it's regarding science, then I will ask in a pretty clinical fashion) because I'm not interested in sex at all! So don't worry about it, yea? Still, I do appreciate the explicit reminder—makes me more mindful of the sort of things you'd feel comfortable answering.

Interesting. Ione isn't a sociopath, then? She's capable of love and genuinely loves Gary, but she's sorta corrupted by the promises of her newfound power in a world of muggles, so to speak. And is savvy enough to know that if she enters this other world, she will be no different than a normal—or even fledgling—mage, so she rather be "the one-eyed king in a land of blind." Very interesting psychology and actually very believable and relatable in a way!

Is it correct to say that while hurting Gary feels like a stab in Ione, hurting her children registered less of a sting in Ione's conscience because she saw them as unequal to herself? Just going off the conservative and traditionalist parenting mindset in Asia here: children are seen as properties of the parents and so are subservient to their wishes, and are expected to forgive the parents' transgressions or even whims because "I brought you to this world!" I can see how, if Ione possesses similar mindset, she would see no problem being shit to her children, and only feel a tinge of regret that she can easily handwave away in her mind.

So Delilah and Salvador had that "I can't stand this guy!" and "this girl is so uptight I love teasing her" sorta thing going on? But then when it counts the most these two would have each other's back and understand each other more than they let on? Cause' that's some juicy ass dynamic! The potential support conversations will be so much fun

Wow, I can see the shadow of Zelda and Rhoam in the interaction between Augustus and Julie. And the fact that they even keep up appearances for the sake of the people is bursting with political drama flair that I love it. I wonder why Julie and Augutus don't see eye-to-eye? Do you think these two will ever get to reconcile somehow? 'Cause if I were Augustus' enemy, I'll research as much about my main enemy through spies and informants, and then abuse the weak link between a father and his daughter. I'd do that if I were an evil god too, now that I think about it. Augustus went through enough and is at least trying to connect to his daughter, so I really hope things don't go sour. EVEN IF the title of your story has the word "TRAGEDY" slapped on it ahahhahaha

I DID play Triange Strategy—had migraines every night after spending hours trying to beat one chapter for progress (because I'm actually an idiot misjudging my skill as a war strategist)—and Benedict's class is "Strategist," I remember. Damn, I remember how much I questioned Benedict's uber-pragmatic tendencies only to realize I'd make the same calculations as he would if I didn't have a better council in my head. I can totally see Ione, who's not actually that magically-adept, being in a class that is marginally magical but not much. Augustus and Delilah are both sword users, which honestly? Really cement them as the lord characters ahahhhah Can Gary use a garden hoe or any tool from his kitchen garden? Lawnmower? Garden hose? A pack of fertilizer?

I think ranged weapons pair well with support since ranged can be used to provide support and cover for melee/foot soldiers too, I think. Don't ask me though! I said I was going to finish my copy of 孙子兵法 (Sunzi's Art of War) way back in 2016 and none of us had managed to do it. Same deal with the Arthashastra, now that I think about it. At least we haven't bought that book yet... Will you like to play support with more physical attacks (bow, whip) or magical attacks (... er, spells?)?

Conclusion: I'm really rooting for your stories to come to a form where everyone can consume it cause mai bruzha, it's really engrossing just from what you told me.

Uh, I have zero idea about your OCs, their backgrounds, the plot that's waiting for them, stuff like that... But I do love hearing a friend telling me stories, so!

Tell me about your most beloved OC at the moment!

What do they do?

What's their background?

What's their philosophical stance regarding their own life, or the society they live in?

What are their traits, and what trait would you think is the most trademark of them?

What was their biggest regret?

What is their ambition? What sort of person did they wanna be, and are they on their way to it, or is something getting in the way?

What is their role in, uh, whatever story/plot you have in store for them?

If someone (another character) were to be antagonistic toward them, what would be the impetus that caused that antagonism?

What got them excited lately?

What inspired you into creating them? Is it a character from another story/fiction? A person from real life? Your own life experience?

This should make an interesting read!

I love you thank you for asking questions omg. I don't fully understand all of them so I'll answer as best as I can.

1. What do they do?

Ione trapped her son in a fantasy winter hellscape. As for job then idk. Her daughter Delilah is a kindergarten teacher and she destroys the portals that Ione made. Augustus is Ione's son and he's the king of a country called Sletan. He hardly interacts with his bio family in canon but he does kill a bunch of evil artificially created monsters :3

2. What's their background?

Ione is an African American/English woman born and raised in England in 1963. Idk much about the English school system but she's fairly average. She married a man named Gary at 22 then they left and moved to Spain when she 23 and they had a son called Augustus a few months later. Two years later they had Delilah.

Augustus and Delilah both had fairly normal childhoods until 1996. Augustus (age 10) was put in that fantasy world and was from then on tutored. Delilah was obviously horribly messed up by this and took time off from school a lot and fell behind with her education but she caught up again by about age 14.

Gary never recovered and ended up retiring early and still in the present (2021) is extremely depressed and has nightmares about Augustus' "dissappearance". Gary has always been a very normal guy and he never knew about the portal stuff Ione had going on. He loved his kids a lot so it's obvious that losing one would kill him. He still has a good relationship with Delilah though, this isn't some bs like with Rodrigue and Felix.

3. What's their philosophical stance regarding their own life, or the society they live in?

This question confuses me a lot but I'll try my best to answer!

Ione honestly sorta has a god complex. Idk how she feels about the Spanish government.

Delilah is fairly normal as well but still feels guilty about Augustus' dissappearance because the lie Ione told her could have been prevented if Delilah had gone with him. Gary is similar.

Augustus does like his life how it is now cause his adopted parents agree that Ione was absolutely horrible and they treat him well and he resents Ione. He often has feelings of doubt about if his adopted parents truly love him cause his own birth mother didn't, so who's to say some random people do? These feelings of doubt slowly go away during the story though cause not only does he have a daughter of his own but he also ends up loving a crap ton of people. He's a very loving guy and he just realizes his mom was just evil and it is not difficult to love people with your entire heart. As for the society? Ough he's the king lol.

4. What are their traits, and what do you think is the most trademark of them?

Ione is a smiley type of villain. She's very calm and smiles while killing you kinda person. Her defining trait is that she has a very keen perception of time and objects. She can accurately guess the amount of peas on a pile or how long has passed since she ate lunch down to the minute without looking at a clock or even the placement of the sun.

Delilah is very sweet. She's an artist and is extremely good at teaching things to others but can easily get a bit caught up in leadership roles and forgets to listen to the group she's supposed to be helping. Her trademark trait would probably be her patience cause she's so incredibly patient with everyone. For a large chunk of the story, she's forced to work with this obnoxious guy Salvador and she is very good at keeping her cool, even when he says something horribly mean or refuses to help. Don't worry she does get to lose her temper and yell at someone and set a building on fire at the end of the story.

Augustus is a sorta calm and calculating type, think a bit like Seteth or Selena. He loves people a lot but isn't too great at showing it cause he's not huge on being affectionate lol, he often just says things like "I love you with my entire heart and I would be devastated if anything bad ever happened to you" in a completely monotone voice. His defining feature is that he's very very quiet. He does not talk a lot at all and when he does then he doesn't speak very loudly. He's changed a lot since I first made him but one feature that's been a constant is the fact that he's quiet.

5. What's their biggest regret?

Ione is probably getting rid of Augustus cause she doesn't care much for him but she doesn't like not being able to return to that world. She's really shallow and doesn't care much for her family at all.

Gary and Delilah are both that they didn't do something the day Augustus went missing because they think that they could have saved him.

Augustus' is probably that he didn't spend more time with his daughter, Julie, cause she now hates him and he thinks it's cause he wasn't a good dad (it's actually cause Ione ruined everything)

6. What is their ambition?

Ione and Gary don't have much of anything going on. Ione doesn't keep the portals to reach a goal, she mostly just has them for fun and out of curiosity.

Gary, again, is just really depressed and doesn't do much ever. He keeps a kitchen garden.

Delilah is happy with her life. She is trying to learn to play the harp though.

Augustus gave up on ever trying to go home so his main ambition is to kill the artificial monsters that terrorize Sletan.

7. What is their role in the story?

There's two separate stories, one featuring Delilah and the other takes place in Sletan.

In the Sletan story, the protagonist is this girl Melinoe but Augustus is a deuteragonist. Ione and Delilah never show up.

In Delilah's story then she's the protag alone with that obnoxious jerk I mentioned before Salvador. Ione starts out as a normal motherly character and ends as the antagonist. Gary is a side character who doesn't do much at all.

8. If someone (another character) were to be antagonistic towards them, what would be the impetus that caused that antagonism?

Ione gave away Augustus, when Delilah finds out then they become antagonists for each other basically.

Augustus is a king so probably just someone who wanted to kill him or start a revolution.

9. What got them excited lately?

Idk about Ione shed weird.

Delilah probably got excited about progress with learning the harp.

Augustus infodumped to his wife about some book he read.

I do not really know what you mean with this question.

10. What inspired you to create them? Is it a character from another story/fiction? A person from real life? Your own experience?

OOOOOOOOOO Augustus was inspired by King Rhoam from botw. At first he was supposed to be this super sweet and lovely old guy but then I did a 180 and made him evil like Lyon and Valter instead. After a while of making him worse and worse, I decided to make him nice again and he's now mostly inspired by characters like Seteth, the handler and Maximilian Morrel.

Delilah was originally heavily inspired by Edelgard but then she morphed into a normal person over time.

Ione?? Idk wtf happened. Originally I saw pics of a causal suit + crop top combo on pinterest then drew a character like that then decided she was actually evil and 60 and hates her kids.

Gary just sorta popped into my noggin one day cause I decided Ione needed a husband.

And while we're here, inspiration for Juno (Augustus' wife) was from Monica fe8. Julie was inspired by Neimi and Flayn. Salvador was unpaired by gaucho clothing, Zuko and Dimitri

#perhaps what you need is someone who can draw good and wanna be a mangaka #yall can be a manga duo too

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