#(also cici but she's 'asleep')

[jq37]

I've just started getting into Real Housewives of Dungeons and Dragons and I gotta say, as long as you know what you're getting into/are in the mood for it, there is something really fun about a D&D party where everyone is kind of shitty (though Anya and Sasha are so far less shitty than everyone else imo). Just real vapid Hollywood bitches traipsing around an earnest fantasy world, wreaking absolute havoc.

[jillgirlfriends]

halloween with scream characters

pairing: billy loomis, stu macher, cici cooper, olivia morris

warnin: it's just my headcanons about characters

author notes: happy halloween, my pinkies!

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ BILLY LOOMIS

billy is the type of person who thinks halloween is a little tacky, but he enjoys the opportunities it provides to play pranks and scare people.

billy enjoys scaring people, he enjoys the dress-up aspect. the idea of ​​making others afraid and the adrenaline rush of the fight or flight response make him enjoy the holiday. he would go to a haunted house or a haunted corn maze and laugh the entire time.

on halloween, he would spend the evening taking you for a midnight walk in the woods and going to a few parties with friends. on the way home, he would scare you a time or two.

he will definitely have a horror movie marathon, you will watch horror movies with him all night long snuggled up to him. he might scare you or tickle you from time to time, making you laugh. when you fall asleep, billy will turn off the movie and cover you with a blanket and fall asleep with you

he also loves all those halloween candies, which makes his love for halloween even bigger. you can see him quietly eating candies from time to time

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ STU MACHER

just loves halloween!

⁠a big fan of halloween, stu looks forward to the holiday every year, especially as the season approaches. he loves the opportunity to dress up in spooky costumes and enjoys all things creepy and scary.

stu will go all out with his halloween costume. he will try to find a costume that is both unique and matches his personality.

he will of course throw a party at his house, you will help him decorate his house for the party. his parents will leave for a few days for work as always, and the house is at his disposal as always

will be happy all the time and hyperactive as always!

he loves giving candy to children, so he will buy as many sweets as possible.

at a party he will stick to you and won't leave you. he will fool around with you and the guests all the time and just have fun.

stu will compliment your costume and he may even help you create it himself. he will make snide comments about your outfit

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ CICI COOPER

I think she really love halloween!

she is the girl who will often be bullied and she likes it and doesn't like it at the same time. she doesn't like being scared because she is an "easy target"

the woman sorority will decorate their house "omega beta zeta" and you and cici will have a lot of work to decorate the house

cici will definitely dress like a black cat. a black dress and ears on her head will suit her very well. It was you who suggested that she dress like that and she agreed. you specially drew cat whiskers on her face to complete her look.

many people complimented your girlfriend, especially guys and you were a little jealous

you'll naturally be at a halloween party, find a secluded spot and eat pizza and watch horror movies together, cuddling

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ OLIVIA MORRIS

she likes this holiday!

olivia loves to eat sweets with you, but she doesn't like all those horror movies and scary games.

she will definitely be dressed as a witch, the hottest witch you have ever seen. that dark purple dress suited her very well and showed off her body

she's definitely against pumpkin carving, she hates pumpkins.

you both will hang out at one of your friends house for a horror movie marathon, but after a while you both will run away to her house and have fun together at her house doing your girly things

[random-ln-stuff]

Headcanon:

The Nowhere’s child population can be divided into two groups:

The first group are children that are simply native to The Nowhere. They just appear somewhere unobserved with basic knowledge of how to walk, feed themselves and do other minor survival things (Child Speech sometimes comes with that basic knowledge, but not always).

Out of the protagonists, Six, Mono, RK and Low are all fully native to Nowhere. They just spawned in somewhere like Minecraft Mobs and have been surviving ever since. The Pretender is also native to Nowhere, but is a special case because she was born biologically from the Lady instead of just appearing one day.

The Second group consists of children that have been dragged into the Nowhere from our world. The methods of reaching Nowhere vary though. Some are lured in by the Ferryman (like Noone), others are lured in or forcibly taken by other entities similar in power like the North Wind and the Eyes of the Signal Tower (especially if the child fell asleep in front of the TV). Even the Broadcaster and Lady can reach out and guide children to the Nowhere, they are equally as strong as the Ferryman after all, but they’re not as experienced as the Entities that made it their whole mission to steal away children, so the Lady relies on the Ferryman and the Broadcaster uses the Flesh Walls.

Some children don’t even get dragged to the Nowhere by force. They just sleep and their subconscious gets them dragged fully into the Nowhere completely on their own.

Children from the real world make up a minority of the population though, especially since their inexperience and lack of Built-In-Nowhere-Survival-Instincts means that they don’t often last very long, and ESPECIALLY since they’re often brought in by powerful entities with their own plans for them. The Ferryman still works for the Lady after all, and the Maw can always use more children to serve to the guests and the Nest can always use more dolls. Luckily, many children can and have escaped from the entity guiding them mid being Nowhere-ed. They still end up trapped there, but they end up some place completely random inside of whatever horrible place the entity has planned for them.

Also: Many Children native to the real world go through something referred to by other children (and some Lords) as “The Visiting Process” where they sleep in the real world, appear somewhere completely random in the Nowhere (never in the same place twice), and then disappear back to the real world when they either die, fall asleep or simply go unobserved for too long in the Nowhere. After several nights of this they’ll fully cross over into the Nowhere, where they’ll be completely stuck with no way back. Sometimes this “Visiting Process” is because of a Lord trying to drag them in further over the course of several nights until they finally cross over. Sometimes it’s because the Child’s dreams slightly overlapped with the Nowhere and now they’re being dragged in naturally. Some children don’t even go through this at all.

Out of the Protagonists, only RCG and Alone are native to the real world. The Refugee Boy and Humpback Girl are also from the real world. Noone is also native to reality (obviously) and Otto’s sister Cici is also obviously from our world.

For Visitors (Children native to our world), memories of the real world are not an easy thing to keep. The Nowhere by design tries to make you forget about the real world, warping your mind the longer you spend there. That’s why telling stories is so important among children in the comics. You need to keep yourself reminded of where you came from.

You also slowly lose yourself as you age but that’s another thing in its entirety.

The Refugee Boy and Humpback Girl tell stories referencing Villages and Homes and Parents, stuff from the real world, but their memories are slowly failing them. That’s why you have the North Wind showing up to destroy The Refugee Boy’s Village and Children talking about their parents just before encountering Magic Mirrors and the Mirror Monster. Their memories of home have become warped and have been slowly and slightly merged with memories of their dreams and how they came to be trapped in the Nowhere, and they’re having difficulty telling the difference between their memories of reality and dream.

Pure Pure Headcanon: RCG ended up in the Nowhere on her own without the Ferryman or North Wind or anyone. She just fell asleep one day and found herself there. Also, she kept a little journal of her journey in the Nowhere, searching for a way out. That journal is how she kept her memories of reality. Also I have a whole theory that neither RCG or Six are Cici but that’s a whole other post that’s being worked on.

[g4yforethan]

the help pt. 2

pairing: mickey altieri x male!reader 

summary: after going forward with the plan, reader and mickey decide to reveal themselves to sidney prescott 

warnings: violence, kissing, cursing, blood!

a few days had gone by and the attacks had started. mickey wanted to go first and so the both of you picked how the attacks should start. you two had decided on maureen evans and phil stevens. they were two students who had class with mickey but you didn’t know too much about them. mickey had sent out two tickets anonymously inviting the both of them to a sneak peek preview of stab. a new movie based off of gale weathers best-selling book about the woodsboro murders and had described your brother as a total monster. regardless, you were gonna get your revenge. late one night, you were asleep in your dorm room when you noticed the door open and mickey walked inside. “mickey what are you doing being up so late? it’s almost 1 in the morning!” “oh nothing my love. just getting the fun started.” “what do you mean?” “let’s just say i took care of phil and maureen.” you caught what he was saying and realized that the killings had begun. the plan was finally being set in motion. mickey wanted to go the copy-cat direction in hopes of attracting more fame but secretly, all you wanted was sidney and getting revenge for billy.

when you were walking to class the next day, you bumped into sidney who looked distressed. “sidney hi! is everything okay?” you acted oblivious as you knew exactly what was happening. “it’s happening again y/n. some sick fuck put on a ghostface mask and killed two people from here.” “what?! are you sure this has anything to do with us or woodsboro?” “i don’t know. all i know is that i want to get the fuck out of here right now.” “it’s gonna be okay sidney. i’m alway here for you.” you gave her a hug and you walked your way to class. after class, mickey had informed you of a party that was taking place later at night and that cici cooper would be home alone. you knew he planned on getting her next because she shared the same name as casey becker. you went to the party and talked to sidney and hallie who took sidney to cheer her up and get her worries off. mickey arrived and after a few minutes, you two wandered off from the party without anyone noticing.

“okay baby, i need you to stay on the phone while i wait for the perfect time to sneak into the house.” you were nervous but also excited. “okay then. i’ll hide behind the bushes for now.” mickey gave you a kiss and left and you called cici cooper. after a few minutes of talking with cici, you heard a commotion coming from inside the house. a scream so loud that it was heard throughout the entire block. it was cici cooper. she had fallen to her death and you looked up and saw mickey in the ghostface costume. he ran out of the house and grabbed you and told you to run back to the party. you arrived back to the party without anyone noticing and saw sidney. she was with hallie and derek passing around drinks. you talked with them for a while when news broke out about cici. everyone left and you went back to your dorm room. no one had suspected you yet.

after a series of attacks at the hands of you and mickey, it was time for the third and final act. you had just finished chasing gale weathers but had gotten dewey. you ran out of the room and went back to your dorm room to get rid of the ghostface costume. mickey and you had planned to meet back in your dorm room and go to the theater to reveal yourself to sidney. after awhile of waiting, you realized that this was taking too long and left your dorm room to look for mickey. you reached a pay phone outside of the theater and tried to call mickey but there was no answer. soon, gale weathers comes running out from nowhere. screaming, yelling with blood on her. “give me the goddamn phone!” she yells at you and she yanks the phone out of your hand. “oh my god! you’re gale weathers! wait what is happening?!” “911! i need police at windsor college asap! the killer is cotton fucking weary!” you gasp but know secretly that what she’s saying isn’t true. “oh my god! cotton weary?? it can’t be gale!” “oh yea gimme one good reason why he isn’t” “because i am” you pull out a gun that mickey gave to you earlier and point it at gale. “now hang up the phone bitch!” she gasps and does what you say and you grab her and take her to the theater.

you two walk back to the door leading to the stage and you tell her not to make a run for it. you hear mickey talking to sidney and you yank one of the ropes figuring that derek was already taken care of. “now who’s doing that? could that be the mystery guest waiting in the wings? told you i had a partner sid. surprise cameo just for you.” you tell gale to walk and open the door and without missing a beat, you walk onto the stage with the gun still pointing at gale and now at sidney. she looks at you confused and terrified. “y/n? why are you doing this?” “what’s the matter sid? surprised huh?” mickey begins to taunt her. “why sidney? oh well you see, my motive is as simple as it can get. just a case of good old-fashioned revenge! YOU KILLED MY BROTHER! and now it’s time for you to return the favor.” “your brother was sick in the head and killed my friends! he got what he deserved. how could you do this?” “well being crazy does run in the family. and with mickey here, he taught me, guided me, loved me the entire way to where we are now.” sidney looks at you horrified that the once “good” brother would soon follow in the footsteps of her deranged ex-boyfriend. “you two sick fucks are never going to get away with this!” “oh yes we will sidney.” you start to explain “after you and gale are taken care of, me and mickey disappear and start off on a fresh new chapter. isn’t that right, my love?” “you got that right baby boy!” mickey smiles at you and walks over to you to give you a kiss on the lips. he walks back and grabs sidney and you grab gale. “now sidney, this is the part where you and gale sign off.” you aim at sidney and shoot but she doges the bullet, ultimately shooting mickey in the neck. “NOO!” you scream and run over to mickey who is bleeding. you start to cry and cry and turn around and see sidney has already picked up the gun. you pick up mickey’s and aim it at her. “i still need to get my revenge!” “oh yeah that’s what they all say.” sidney shoots and you shoot at the same time but the bullet enters your chest first. you fall back and start to cry in pain. you start to hear the sirens of police arrive and you crawl over to mickey looking at him as your vision begins to fade away. 

author’s note: hope you guys enjoyed part 2! kinda changed the ending but i thought it fit the story better and made it a little sadder!

[c00kietin]

I don't know too much about your ocs,(and it was hard to find names, sorry) but I'm curious, so the third one if they were all in alphabetical order in their Pyjamas😴 (only if you want to obviously)

while I didn't draw all my characters (that would take a LONG time lol) I drew some of my more well known ones on the blog!

Some lil sleeping bits if ya don't mind:

Tenebris kinda has old-fashioned pajamas, with the night gown and striped shirt and jazz. I was tempted to draw one of those caps on them but I decided not to. They like to have their hair tied up by assistants so it's not as much of a mess in the morning. And they MUST have a glass of water before sleeping, no exceptions.

Brittany wears cutesy (and usually pricey) night dresses or t-shirt and shorts. She especially loves pairs with frills, lace or fluff. She has a long routine of doing her face and hair and teeth before going to bed, so she takes a while before she actually sleeps. Brittany also owns a huge collection of toys and plushies that she keeps around her like a barricade.

Valerie has tried to adjust to sleeping at night to blend in with people, but sleeps a lot better during the day. She wouldn't wear anything elaborate, just a top and tracksuit legs do just well for her. She listens to white noise to help her sleep.

Zeke likes to wear fluffy/thick, long sleeved pajamas to keep him warm. And he sleeps with a lot of blankets and pillows. He goes to bed the earliest of the three siblings- and sleeps the best.

Natalie's sleeping schedule is wonky since she tends to go out with friends at night. So, coming back home, she just throws on whatever she finds first and snoozes in that. Natalie's also the kind of person to wake up with half the blanket on the floor and sleeping upside down. She snores loudly.

Onika wears oversized t-shirts and shorts, and has her hair tied up as always. She goes to sleep fairly easily, but wakes up extremely early all the time. She likes to sleep up high, so she has a bunk bed. She uses the bottom bunk to dump all her stuff onto.

Choco Fish Cookie isn't too picky about what she wears to bed but likes night gowns. She reads a few pages of a book and hums to herself to help her fall asleep. She doesn't own any toys, so she hugs a pillow instead while she's sleeping. She's slept with her eyes open once or twice before.

Cici struggles sleeping a LOT. She has a mixture of maintenance insomnia and sleep apnea and sleeps for very few hours in a week. She keeps a nightlight on in her bedroom at all times. You'd most likely spot her in the kitchen making herself toast.

[merloksdigitaltoes]

(undertale font is bc i'm bad at handwriting) I finally got around to making a squirebot oc that is, well, an actual squirebot and not horrors beyond our comprehension! uhhh here's my silly lil creature!!1! They are a student at the academy and they like to do gardening and also play baseball and stuff :scream emoji: Okok but like, personality wise they are A bit reckless, incredibly curious and love to take risks, they're a very big "I might as well try!" kind of person. They're kind, and enjoy helping others, but also enjoy a light teasing every now and then (as well as a bit of rough-housing). They are also very determined. (they're scared of spiders) Story time! <3 Trace (nicknamed Trek or Cici) was originally built to help with farm work, a simple farmer robot (A fairly modern one too). Being a squirebot they were full of personality, being very reckless and often picking fights with the two other farmer-bots (sibling figures, their names are Bruno and Doyce), When they weren't working on farms the three would play baseball or spend time with the owners of the farm. When the whole incident with monsters became a thing, they ended up developing a love for knighthood, which led to them wanting to join the knights academy and train to be a REAL knight, not a cowardly knight like most of the kings guard. The farm owners (Who they see as parent figures) were like "yeah sure you can be a knight-... if you can pay for admission yourself!" so they worked their ass off to get enough money to afford the entry fees to get into the academy. They ended up enrolling into actual combat courses rather than things for squirebots in particular, since like i said, those guys just run away from danger. I'm still heavily working on their story but they're basically a silly little farm-bot who wants to do great things and help people :)) Now for some uhh facts that i didn't wanna shove into the lore dump - Trace had to bring their own charger for the academy, like, to charge themselves. (they were basically told "If you want to be like the other students, then you will be") Because it's not as powerful as the actual charging stations for squirebots they basically sit through the entire night on a charger (thankfully, this is when most students are supposed to be asleep!) - Trace's facial dent and missing tooth are the result of them doing something stupid whilst farming (probably tried to ride a hoverhorse really fast) - They keep a diary and send letters to their family back home often, they like to write in it whilst charging - They have a calculator as a love interest. This is not a joke. her name is Cally and she rejected them. - Trace's name, as well as being in a group of 3 with their siblings ( and owning a trident) is supposed to be a pun on counting to three in spanish, Bruno, Doyce, Trace (Uno Dos Tres). Their goat crest is also a joke on three billy goats gruff. - Trace uses their trident as a baseball bat at times

[littlenighttales]

Spoilers up ahead for The Sounds of Nightmares, Chapter 5. Live thoughts as I listen through, so not necessarily entirely accurate. Afterthoughts in parentheses.

I got a surprising amount of attention on the last one from you guys, so I really appreciate that you enjoyed reading my thoughts (:

A Deluge of the Inevitable

So Otto says that Noone was being used by the Ferryman to speak? Last night, I dreamed I could fly. These are two entirely unrelated things. I just wanted to share.

Noone was right about still being sick. Tumor. So the water sickness was a type of cancer? I figured it was more in line with a more simple but harder to kill parasite.

Otto’s mentor had written that the key to reach the Nowhere could be fear.

“It’ll blossom year after year, just like you.”

Awwww, that was kinda sweet, Otto. But I still think you’re sus.

Noone wanting to open up about her parents. She sounds like she really needs hugs ):

Demands for no machines to be wired up to her.

CiCi is Otto’s sister? I guess Otto did mention it being a long time ago, but… still, I didn’t expect that. So the idea of Six having a big brother in canon is kinda wholesome, though now that I think about it, never thought of Six as British (rather, pictured her to be Japanese). That is still assuming CiCi=Six, though. With only one episode left, I’m not sure we’ll get any confirmation.

In Noone’s nightmare, there are a lot of other kids peeking down on her from above. She’s down in a tunnel.

Monster with a sack over his shoulder. Sounds like squeaking shoes. And rising sewage. How pleasant. Not a threat for now. Leech in the water?

Nope! Nome! :D Nome, Nome, yeah! *excited hand flapping*

There’s a girl delighted by the Nome, wanting to take it, maybe wanting to eat it. But Noone saves them, so that means she joins RK and Rain (and Frisk) in the Mushroom Friend Protection Club. Also dang, rich Nome living like a king.

Theme sounds a bit like the Lady’s theme for a brief second? Are we in the Maw? (Probably definitely not.)

The man that had carried a sack was wearing a rubbery suit. The sack was the back of his head. Spine deformed, whole body sounds like. The Janitor? Doubtful, from description, but possible. Noone mentions the place itself had deformed him. (Definitely not him, I’m just reaching here.)

Noone remembers the other kids- Jester, the kid with gooey hair, and Rusty. So Noone jumps from her hiding place to save the Nome. Kids above are probably porcelain bullies, or at least related in a way.

The monster has some sort of gadget to detect… something.

And the Nome tried to abandon Noone ):

Otto falls asleep- also my tablet wants to correct his name to potato. When she’s awake, Noone continues.

And a LOT of Nomes appear (:

But… a wave of sewage water comes blasting through, taking Noone away. The Ferryman appears now, though Noone isn’t sure he’s evil.

Also his voice isn’t what I pictured. Seems a lot more demonic than I pictured. Almost like Colony’s (Halo Wars 2 character, if anyone is curious) voice, with the reverb.

The kids in Little Nightmares seem to have some afflictions cured when they’re taken from how Noone talks. Their problems are gone. I’m assuming this is only disease, maybe some mental illnesses as well, but I doubt all. Mono still having a LOT of problems (damn you, Signal Tower).

Noone floats the idea that Otto might not be a good guy. Otto catches her ruffling around paperwork in his desk and straight up gets rid of her. He tells her a tumor is in her brain, kinda coldly. He’s definitely being a dick, but at least he reflects (that he was too harsh on a literal child. Noone is like seven or something, dude. You’re an adult. Act like it and have some hecking empathy and stuff.)

Otto theorizes that the tumor is a gateway to the bad place. But hearing his voice right now makes me want to punch him in the throat. My tablet was right to compare him to a potato.

Later, he watched her sleep. Hooks her up to those machines he promised against using. Her little voice….. )’:

“Otto… you promised….”

Why is this stories so darn heartbreaking?!

Noone’s nightmaring while Otto watches, the machine seems to be able to see an outline… then, Noone starts glowing like the sun and disappears (?)

Whatever Otto was watching watched back. Maybe it took him rather than her. That’s what he wanted, after all. And that’s it for this episode. (Could also be one of those laser eyes that turn kids to ash in the Maw and Nest. Maybe a proxy of the Eyes from the Signal Tower?)

So the fifth episode probably on episode 3 level of quality so far. I still think episode 3 was peak, so that’s pretty high comparison. Pretty close to a tie.

[bobateaboo]

made a liiiittle thing for following CiCi's adventures from the perspective of the facility workers, enjoy ;>

INCIDENT LOG; PATIENT C14

CLASSIFICATION; MERFOLK, NARWHAL

AGE; 23

SIZE; 9’4 WITHOUT HORN. 9’11 WITH HORN

RECORDED BY; DR. J CONIFER

INCIDENT 1;

Most captures are eventful, but this one was especially brutal. Waking up from the sedatives faster than expected, C14 caused major injuries to 5 staff members and various bruises to 4 others. Injuries of the original 5 include broken or shattered bones, deep bite marks, puncture wounds, minor to major concussions, and deep scratches on their skin. They are all requesting leave for their recovery.

RESPONSE; 

Until placed into a proper holding facility, C14 will be kept heavily sedated, accompanied by restraint gear in case further goes wrong.

INCIDENT 2;

Waking up in a new tank, C14 seemed to go into a state of a panic attack. She proceeded to slam herself against the glass, attempting to break out. More damage was done to herself than anything, but fractures have developed across the surface.

RESPONSE; C14 has been sedated again to move to a stronger tank. We are also applying cuffs to her wrists so she won’t be able to reach the glass and further injure herself.

INCIDENT 3;

A trainer has been assigned to C14, but lack of proper protocols resulted in the trainer coming close enough for her to bite their arm. The bone has shattered in several places, and the trainer has quit, as well as suing the company to cover the medical bills.

RESPONSE; a muzzle has been applied, and staff will not be allowed within reach of C14’s tank. All further feeding and training will be done from the approved limits.

INCIDENT 4;

C14 managed to pull her restraints from their sockets and escape the tank. She did not get far, as she is not suitable for land travel on her own, but due to spacing protocol staff were not allowed to approach her to get her back into her tank for several hours, resulting in severe dehydration of her skin and several abrasions from further attempts to help herself. In hopes to discourage this behavior, the wounds will not be treated.

RESPONSE; restraints have been strengthened, and tranquilizers have been moved to be more readily available.

INCIDENT 5;

C14 was let within seeing distance of other monsters after the 2 weeks following her arrival, in order to see if it would help her cooperate. However, she seemingly riled up the other patients, causing mass escape attempts that took days to clean up.

RESPONSE; C14 will be kept in solitary until further notice.

INCIDENT 6;

During a blood sample procedure, C14 pretended to be asleep from the sedatives until the medical staff was close enough, using her tail to throw the closest doctor into a wall and attempting to take the keys to her restraints. She was tranquilized before further damage could occur, but the medical staff is on leave to recover from a concussion

RESPONSE; C14’s tail will now have restraints, and much stronger tranquilizers will be used.

INCIDENT 7;

C14’s sedatives were switched to a lower dose with change in humane regulations. While trying to do a physical exam, one of the medical staff was impaled through the shoulder by C14’s horn. The employee in question has been taken to the hospital

RESPONSE; C14 will continue to have heightened doses of sedatives, despite regulations. Contacts to the department regarding ethical procedures are being made

INCIDENT 8;

When a new trainer was admitted to C14, they were thrown out of the tank, resulting in back injury. The trainer has quit on the spot and is entitled to compensation.

RESPONSE; 

Restraints have been applied to C14’s hands. C14 is also being put on constant doses of sedatives to improve temperment.

INCIDENT 9;

During the admitting of another patient, C14 attempted numerous methods of escape, including breaking her restraints and attempting to break the glass.

RESPONSE;

The restraints have been strengthened again, and a shock collar has been implemented to discourage bad behavior.

INCIDENT 10;

After 6 total weeks of no interaction, C14 has been entered into the partnering program. She is not violent towards the other assigned merfolk (T10) but has made attempts to hurt their trainer.

RESPONSE;

All trainers will continue to stay in approved distances from C14

INCIDENT 11;

T10 sustained minor injuries when staff attempted to initiate pod behaviors between the two. C14 was very quick to get them out of the tank

RESPONSE; 

C14 will be kept in tanks adjacent to and not shared with T10

INCIDENT 12;

When T10 was being removed from the study pool for a physical exam, C14 became violent with staff. Due to her restraints, she was not able to cause any major injuries.

RESPONSE;

Shock collar was used. Restraints considered successful

INCIDENT 13;

Destruction to medical equipment occurred when attempting to gather C14’s vitals.

RESPONSE;

Staff has been reprimanded for failing to sedate C14. Shock collar used

INCIDENT 14, 15 & 16;

Three new trainers have been attempted, all of which walking out after various injuries

RESPONSE;

Undecided

INCIDENT 17, PENDING;

A new trainer has been assigned. Awaiting incident.

RESPONSE;

Undecided.

[paper--moons]

Regressor!Cicero Headcanons

Cicero is a toddlerspace regressor, settling in at about four on most of his little days. He started regressing before he was made Keeper, not long after the destruction of the Bruma sanctuary. His regression is involuntary, and because of that he doesn't attempt to hide it. Sometimes he's four and that's all there is to it!

After the events at Cheydinhal and the subsequent abandonment of that sanctuary, he refuses to have any carer. Sure, the Dark Brotherhood is big on the whole found family dynamic and most wouldn't judge him for it, but the fact of the matter is that he can't trust anyone else anymore—he was on his own for eight years and took care of himself just fine, thank you. Whenever any of the members of the Falkreath sanctuary offer, Cicero insists that the only cg he needs is the Night Mother.

That doesn't mean he doesn't have his favorites though. Cicero has quite the sweet tooth when he's small, so it's easy enough to win his favor with the gift of a sweet roll or two. Moreover, if they are giving him sweets then he reasons they must like him; he knows they all sort of just tolerate him when he's big, but it's clear a few of them have a soft spot for him when he's little. So if he does wind up needing help with something that he's too small to handle alone, he goes to one of the others that he knows will be nice to him.

It isn't uncommon to find Cicero napping in cramped, tight spaces around the sanctuary. He tries to curl himself up to be as small as possible, a ragged stuffed toy clutched to his chest and a thumb pressed to his mouth. Even if the toy and thumbsucking weren't a dead giveaway that he's having a little day, napping anywhere outside of his room is something he only does when he's feeling small. It isn't a coincidence that he does so in more communal areas either, needing their presence and idle chatter in order to settle down enough to fall asleep.

Often they hear him talking to the Night Mother while he's locked in his room and think he's just going on one of his tangents again, but 70% of the time it's because he's regressed. Cicero often narrates what he's doing or what he's playing to her despite never getting any sort of response. The habit is a holdover from his eight years of solitude in Cheydinhal; it helps him feel not as scared and alone to know she's with him.

The jester persona that he integrated into his own personality after his last contract doesn't just up and vanish when he's small. Though it is certainly more muted and he's not constantly acting so over-the-top, other habits definitely stick (such as referring to himself in third person, but even that gets turned into a smaller sounding "Cici"). Lots of quiet giggles and general mischievous behavior, like pulling little pranks on the others too. Half the time the pranks don't work as he had planned, but quite a few of them still play along for his sake.

He's very jealous of the Listener, but in the way that siblings get jealous when they think their parent isn't paying them the same amount of attention. Lots of his pranks are directed at them for that reason, but also he tends to shadow after them. Is a love/hate relationship. Hangs off of their arm (you can pry short!Cicero from my cold, dead hands), asks them if Mother has said anything about him recently. He also just asks what she's been saying in general. Cicero is a very curious four, and asks all the questions.

[caitlesshea]

love slipped beyond your reaches

Buck and Eddie are separated. Can an accident help them find their way back to each other?

“Papa!”

Buck startles at the sound of Christopher’s scream, only for it to be followed up by the cries from his sister CiCi. 

“Shit,” Buck whispers as he and Hen run outside to see what happened. 

“CiCi? Chris? What happened?” Buck asks as Hen looks over CiCi, who’s cradling her wrist. 

“She fell,” Chris says, barely holding it together. Even though he’s fifteen, seeing his baby sister hurt isn’t easy. 

“Looks like it’s broken, Buckaroo.”

“You sure?” Buck asks as he pulls CiCi closer to him. Hen nods. 

“Go. I’ll watch Chris, and I’ll bring him by later when you’re home.

“Okay. Thank you.” Buck scoops up CiCi, even though she’s five.

“Chris?”

“Go, Papa, we’ll be fine,” Chris says simply and comes up to kiss CiCi’s forehead. “Plus Denny and I wanted to try this new game.”

“Or you both could do your homework,” Hen responds and they groan. “Go, Buck.”

“Alright. C’mon CiCi, hospital for you, sweetie.”

“Papa, no.”

“I’m sorry, baby. Your wrist looks broken.”

CiCi just cries some more as he puts her into her booster seat. 

Buck drives them to the hospital, heart aching for CiCi, and for Chris and Denny having to witness her falling. 

Buck’s going to have to tell Eddie, knowing he can’t keep this from him, even if he’s on shift. 

When they pull up to the hospital and finally get checked in, Buck pulls out his phone. 

To Eddie: CiCi fell on her wrist when we were at Hen’s. Took her to the ER. Chris is still at Hen’s, will update you when we see a dr

He leaves the text like that, hopeful they aren’t on a call and Eddie will respond sooner rather than later. 

He isn’t looking forward to seeing him sooner than scheduled, with the kids spending the last two days with Buck, and would be until it was his turn to be on shift. 

“Papa, my arm hurts,” CiCi whines into his side. 

“I know, baby. Hopefully we see the doctor soon.”

Buck puts a hand against his forehead, chastising himself for thinking of himself when his daughter probably has a broken wrist. 

Even though he and Eddie separated nearly nine months ago, it doesn’t make it any easier to see each other, especially in a situation where one of the kids is hurt. 

“Cecilia Buckey-Diaz?”

“That’s us,” Buck says back to the nurse and picks up CiCi. 

When they take her to X-ray, Buck calls Maddie, after seeing no response from Eddie. 

“Hey, baby brother,” Maddie greets cheerfully. 

“Hey, Mads.”

“What’s wrong?” Maddie asks immediately and Buck nearly breaks down. 

“CiCi fell, we’re at the hospital, broken wrist.”

“Oh no, poor kid. Where’s Chris?”

“Still at Hen’s.”

“Have you told Eddie?” 

“I texted him,” Buck responds hotly.

“Evan,” Maddie scolds.

“What?” 

“You need to call him, she’s his daughter, too.”

“You think I don’t know that,” Buck snaps and then winces at his tone. “Shit, I’m sorry Maddie. You’re right, I’ll call.”

“Good. Let me know how it goes with CiCi, too. I can stop over and bring dinner later?”

“No, don’t worry about it, thanks though.” 

“Love you, Ev.”

“Love you, too, Mads.”

Buck hangs up, more wrung out than he was before the call, and plays with his phone, debating on whether or not to call Eddie. 

Before he can decide they’ve wheeled CiCi back from X-ray and Buck smiles. 

“Hi, baby.”

“Papa,” CiCi whines tiredly. 

“The doctor will be in soon to go over the X-rays and discuss next steps.”

“Thank you.” Buck helps CiCi back up onto the bed, running his fingers through her hair as she rests. 

By the time she falls asleep the doctor is telling them that she did break her wrist and she’ll need a cast for six weeks. 

Buck wakes her up so she can pick a color. Just as she chooses pink, Eddie rushes into the room. 

“Evan?” 

“Hey, she’s okay. Broken wrist. They’re putting the cast on now,” Buck placates. 

Eddie shoots him a dark look as he moves toward the bed. As soon as CiCi sees him she lights up. 

“Daddy! They’re giving me a pink cast.”

“I see that, sweetheart.” Eddie sits in the other chair and holds CiCi’s other hand, the two of them chatting about what happened. 

Buck bites his tongue because if he doesn’t he’ll say something like ‘you could’ve texted me back’ or some other snarky remark that won’t help matters. 

He doesn’t know when their easy conversations and flirty banter turned into biting remarks and heated words. 

He almost wishes they yelled at each other, away from the kids, of course, but yelling might get them somewhere other than dirty looks and resentment. 

“Alright, Mr. Buckley-Diaz, she’s good to go. Tylenol for the pain, but that should go away in a day or two. Watch for fevers, don’t get the cast wet. You know the drill,” The doctor says to both of them and hands Buck a packet of care instructions.

“Thank you.”

“No problem.” The doctor smiles. “We’ll see you back to take this off next month.”

Buck helps CiCi get down off the bed while Eddie grabs their things. 

“I’ll take her home if you wouldn’t mind picking up Chris?” Buck asks as he gets CiCi buckled into the Jeep. 

“Sure. I’ll bring him to you.”

“Thanks.” 

Buck turns away as Eddie kisses CiCi’s forehead, promising he’ll see her soon. 

“C’mon, let’s go home.”

“I want pizza for dinner, Papa.” 

Buck snorts. “Fine, but only because you got hurt.”

CiCi smiles and Buck breathes for the first time in what feels like hours. 

When they get home Buck sets CiCi up on the couch while he orders pizza. He orders Eddie’s favorites, too, figuring he’ll want to stay for a little bit. 

Buck looks around at his small house, something he rents for cheap while they figure out how to separate their finances. 

It hurts his heart to think of their home and how Eddie still lives there. It was only right, after all, it was Eddie’s place first. When it was just him and Chris. 

Buck isn’t sure he has a safe space anymore. 

He’s brought out of his musings by the sound of a key turning in the door, signaling Eddie is back with Chris. 

Chris waves to him and makes a beeline for CiCi, absolutely thrilled that he’s the first to sign her new cast. 

Buck turns and looks at Eddie, who’s standing there looking out of place in Buck’s home. 

And isn’t that a punch to the gut. 

Eddie’s staring at some of the pictures that line the wall, eyes fixated on one of the four of them. 

“The kids…” Buck clears his throat. “They wanted to hang that photo.”

Buck doesn’t know why he’s explaining himself. It’s his house and both Chris and CiCi had been adamant about having at least one photo of Eddie. Chris also has a picture of Shannon in his room. 

Eddie doesn’t say anything, just nods and shoves his hands in his pockets. A sure sign that he’s either nervous or annoyed. Probably both. 

“I, uh, ordered pizza. I figured you’d want to stay?”

“Yeah, if that’s okay?”

“It is. I just have to finish up some of the dinners for tomorrow, so you can?”

“I’ll stay in the kitchen, I think Chris wants time with her.”

“Sure. Drink?” Buck rubs his hands on his pants as he grabs two beers and hands one to Eddie.

They haven’t talked just the two of them in a long time and Buck isn’t sure what to say. He busies himself with finishing up the last two dishes he was going to send with the kids to Eddie’s tomorrow. 

“Thanks,” Eddie clears his throat. “For cooking.”

“Of course. Don’t want the kids to starve.” 

It’s not a lie, of course, but it makes Buck feel useful, cooking for his family. Even if Eddie doesn’t want him anymore at least he still likes his cooking. 

“Right.” 

“Hen said, uh…” Eddie pauses and then shakes his head. “We can redo the playdate in a couple of weeks.”

“Yeah, I was texting her. Thanks.” 

Buck sticks one lasagna in the fridge and gets to work on the chicken pasta. He can feel Eddie staring at him, as his neck prickles with awareness. 

Where he’d once welcomed that scrutiny now it just makes him feel anxious. 

“We should,” Buck clears his throat. “Maybe we can do family dinners once a week, Sunday’s?” 

“Oh, you’d want to?”

“The kids have mentioned it, since we both have a couple of hours before my night shift on Sundays.” 

It’s not a total lie. The kids have asked for family dinners, and he feels like tonight will only bring on more questions. But, he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t also wanting them. 

“Sure. Yeah, I think we could do that.” 

“Really?” Buck asks, shocked that Eddie agreed. 

“Well only if you’re cooking.”

Buck snorts. “Of course.” 

Eddie laughs and the familiar banter makes Buck pause. This is the longest they’ve gone without snapping at each other in such a long time that Buck almost forgot what Eddie sounds like when he’s laughing. 

“What happened to us?” Buck asks quietly after a moment. 

“Evan.”

“I’m serious,” Buck turns around so he’s facing Eddie, mindful of the kids in the living room. “We never used to fight, it never used to feel like I couldn’t breathe around you.” 

“I don’t know.” 

“But you do know, Eddie.” Buck stares at Eddie, waiting. 

“It just got overwhelming. Chris’ latest surgery, him going to college, the home improvements, CiCi needing braces. I felt like we were drowning. I know we weren’t but it was too much and I started snapping at you and then I couldn’t stop.” 

Buck knew that. He knew most of that, but to hear it laid out, so clearly, makes his heart hurt. 

“I’m not saying I move back in, even though finances are tight, but maybe a counselor…”

“I’ll do it.”

“Wait, really?”

“Evan. I hate that I can’t talk to you anymore, more so after you left, and I want to.”

“Okay.”

“Yeah?” Eddie asks and Buck’s feeling hopeful. 

“Yeah, but you’re taking me on a date first.”

Buck smiles at Eddie and waits for him to answer. 

“Deal.” 

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Soulmate AU part 5!!

First • Previous • Here • Next

Tim growled as he kept searching. There were no messages sent from Paris in the last five years in the League’s database. There weren’t any mention of a Hawkmoth, a Ladybug, or a Chat Noir in any news site. As far as he could tell, the girl had been lying to him almost entirely.

Except that she was Damian’s soulmate. And there was no faking the sheer exhaustion in her eyes when she spoke about Paris being besieged for the last four years.

And his gut was telling him to keep looking.

After an hour, and switching his location so he appeared to be operating out of France, he finally found two leads- one, a juvenile blog that had some questionable information interspersed with straight up tabloid trash, and the other an app, which he eagerly downloaded to his phone, waiting.

Finally the app popped up, showing a little Ladybug icon, and he clicked it. LadyBugOut! Sprung to life on his screen, and he perused the small icons. Small and stylized animals, a ladybug, a black cat, a bee, a turtle, a fox, a snake, a dragon, a peacock, and a butterfly. From what he remembered of his chat with Marinette, one of the heroes was Ladybug, so he clicked it.

It showed him a long line of posts, mostly videos. The girl in them was short, with dark blue-black hair and bright blue eyes, and a glaringly red and black spotted suit and mask.

“Salut, Paris! Back again with an update and a few things to address regarding the recent akuma, Lady Silence.”

He flicked to the next one.

“Salut, Paris, I’m here with Reine Abeille today,” the camera moves to another hero in yellow and black, blond hair in a high bun as opposed to Ladybug’s pigtails. “You’ve all sent in quite a few questions, and we wanted to take the time to respond today!”

“Salut, Paris! Just a quick update, I know many of you have been wondering about the recent addition to our team, Viperion.”

“Salut, Paris. I’d like to start this video with a moment of silence and recognition for the 73 lives lost in the recent attack by-“

Tim pauses it. A team of four, possibly more heroes? Perhaps nine to match the icons? A publicly revered and loved hero, to the point where she does question and answers with them. A villain that caused a death toll of seventy three people less than a month ago.

How in the world could they have missed this?

“By Evilutionist. We ask that if you know one of these victims you reach out to them and offer a hand, a hug, or even just a smile as they go about their days.”

He leant back in his chair, bewildered. Lives lost, but still there to be comforted, and going about their lives?

He got up to go find another cup of coffee. He was starting to understand how long his night was going to be.

Before he started watching through the whole long list of posts, he checked the other tabs. The black cat had a map that was currently inactive, but also logs of past maps detailing a red line, a purple line, and a larger area shaded in grey. They were labeled accordingly, Ladybug’s Path, Akuma’s Path, and Area of Attack/Destruction.

There were hundreds of maps logged.

The Bee contained large organized lists of homes and businesses that had registered as safe shelters during akuma attacks, a compilation of helplines and websites where you could learn more about staying safe during an attack, how to stay prepared and aware, and what necessities to keep stocked in cases of longer term akuma attacks.

The Fox seemed open to the public, where they could present their own posts alongside Ladybug’s about good, happy things.

The Turtle was a series of videos and posts about relaxation, meditation, coping, and self-care that could build the emotional strength to resist akumas.

The Dragon was a series of videos featuring another superhero- he assumed it was the Dragon themed one- and Ladybug, demonstrating self defense techniques and other strategies for avoiding, outrunning, fighting, or otherwise protecting yourself from akumas.

The Snake was, to his surprise, just a series of playlists, seemingly cultivated by each hero.

The Peacock held another map, also inactive, until the app chimed loudly. As he watched, a notification popped up, similar to an Emergency Alert System notification, that said in all capitals, AKUMA ATTACK.

He pressed the X on it, and watched as the Black Cat symbol seemed to glow green. He switched back, and the map was now accessible, a purple dot glowing near the Eiffel Tower. It started moving, and the shaded grey filled in around it, following the dot. He turned back to his computer and started searching frantically for some sort of news coverage. After a minute, he found a Facebook profile and opened it, and someone’s livestream was rolling.

He looked back at his phone to see that the red Ladybug dot had appeared near the edge of the grey, closing in on the purple dot. The livestream drew him back. It showed an apartment view of the Seine, and the road of broken detritus that trailed behind the akuma’s path.

“-Quel connard ne passe pas une bonne nuit alors, je suppose, mais honnêtement, cela ne devrait pas être mon problème.” The camera flipped to the face of a tired woman. “J’ai du travail en quatre heures et je ne me suis endormi que trois heures plus tôt, mais un trou du cul supersonique fait voler en éclats les fenêtres de gauche et de droite.” The camera flipped again, showing not the view but the clearly broken window. “Baise ça, mec, j'essaye de DORMIR,”

-some asshole isnt having a good night then, i guess, but honestly that shouldnt be my problem. ive got work in four hours and i only fell asleep three hours ago but some supersonic asshole is shattering windows left and right. fuck this, dude, im trying to SLEEP,

The feed went silent as the akuma lunged back into view down by the water. It was a large red woman, with wires that sprouted from her and trailed along like muscles, enhancing what seemed to be the speakers that her body was made of.

He could see her open her mouth and roar, right as a smaller red figure bounded in, dodging the concentrated sound blast and grabbing something from around her neck and snapping it in half.

The woman on the street reverted in a flash of light to a more normal appearance, and Tim watched awestruck as Ladybug tossed her yo-yo into the air and shouted something.

The wave of light that spread outward was dazzling, lighting up Paris’ night sky. In front of the camera, as the light washed over the holder, their window was suddenly whole and unbroken again. The street beneath was clean.

“Merci, Ladybug,” the tired narrator muttered. “Bonne nuit.”

The camera shut off.

Tim stared, awestruck.

“She fixes it all,” he breathed. “That’s why she was talking about people being alive after they die, they come back to life. She fixes all the damage. It probably destroys most records of the damage as well.”

The app was accessible because of her direct part in making it, he would assume. He saved the video.

Time to get Bruce.

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[selfshippinglover]

What was the incident and how did Cici and Papyrus find out about what Undyne had done to Sans?

Luckily for you, those two things are tied events basically :DD

INCIDENT

After finding out about what happened between Undyne and Sans, Ci became enraged. She practically ran all the way to Undyne’s castle purely on her fury! Once in, she DEMANDED an explanation, an apology, to return what was taken from her brother! This had been met with an act of VIOLENCE.

Despite the fact that Ci is not a fighter to begin with, as soon as soon as her eye flared the color green, Undyne went on the offensive and landed a direct hit to the rib cage- more specifically, on her SOUL.

This is when it’s revealed that Ci, in fact didn’t have a monster soul like Undyne had thought. Fearing for her life, Ci turned back and ran until she couldn’t keep running anymore. The anger that had burned bright now replaced with an overwhelming sense of FEAR. Hiding out in the CORE, she realized something was wrong with her SOUL, something that couldn’t be fixed by anyone here....

Since then, she’s lived in a clashing state of emotions when Undyne is brought up or seen.(Which is something she tries to avoid but is inevitable anyways considering she’s queen) She is not one to hate others easily but Undyne is one of the two people she does.

Side affects of the INCIDENT on the SOUL

~Something is wrong with her healing ability. See, before she could heal easily  and plentifully but now, big bursts of healing energy actually do damage to her HP

~Naturally she can take sometime to rest and it’ll heal up no problem but it really HURTS to do what once used to be easy and is her main ability

~The ribs around the soul are especially sensitive to attacks since their in constant contact with her soul

~So getting a hit there REALLY sucks(And naturally that gets targeted most often)

~Has trouble with breathing if her soul is acting up and/or if her ribs are hit

Finding out about Undyne

~Ci was there when Sans first came back from the castle so she could only assume that Alphys or Undyne had something to do with it. Seeing how bad the injuries are though, Undyne would make the most sense. so regardless of confirmation that was what she assumed caused the attack.

~This does get confirmed on a later note when Sans breaks down in anger about it later when they’re out on a walk together

~After helping to comfort Sans, the INCIDENT would occur

~Once she sneaks her way home through chest pain, she tells Papyrus everything on the couch as he looks on worriedly.

~She asks Paps not to discuss it with Sans(Presumably he didn’t want his bro to know since he wouldn’t tell him after all)

~She passes out a little while after the explanation. She doesn’t wake up for two days.

~While she’s asleep, Sans slips her some MEAT in little chunks but more specifically, the kind that still has BLOOD

Sans sees this as a chance to finally get his sister to eat as well as whatever thought process lead him to feeding Paps meat before taking control here

~Why exactly is a mystery to everyone but Papyrus sees him doing it secretly and tells her when they are alone

~As Sans had hoped, it did help the healing process but also gave her a taste for BLOOD

~She wakes up safe and sound and is greeted with a relieved Papyrus! (Sans is outside to cover for Paps watching over me for two days)

[marshmalleaux-draws]

An updated bio/design for my BNHA self insert! Super proud of how she turned out. Originally she was gonna have three expressions, but I’m tired as hell and am honestly happy with what I got here!

Bio under the cut~

Name: Seppen Shijinko Nicknames: Seppen, Snowflake, Cici Age: 24 Birthday: February 13 Quirk: Winter Reign Hero(?) Name: Snowflake Likes: Marshmallows, salty things, lavender (the color, flower, and scent), ribbons (especially red ones) Dislikes: Thunderstorms, spicy things (she can’t even tolerate bell peppers), bees

BACKGROUND

Seppen is naturally generous, caring, timid, and empathetic, but rather naive. She’s happiest when helping others and keeping her friends happy, but she can easily forget about her own needs in the process. She struggles with severe anxiety, insecurity, and a fear of failure, which she feels gets in the way of helping others on the scale that she wants.

At the beginning of Seppen’s high school career, she attempts to combat these troubles by enrolling in UA’s hero course. She hopes that pushing herself past her comfort zone will force her to become more confident and conquer her insecurities, in order to keep up with the high standards and challenges set by the school. This small burst of conviction is enough for her to put on a compelling performance during the entrance exams and get accepted into the program, though only barely.

During her time at UA, she meets and befriends Aizawa. After seeing her performance in the entrance exams and learning of her reasoning for enrolling, he comes to admire her goal of pushing herself to be better despite her inner struggles. Because of her gentle nature and her Quirk, he gives her the teasing but affectionate name of “Snowflake.” Likewise, Seppen is inspired by Aizawa’s diligence when it comes to his training and studies. She likes how he can be understanding and sympathetic when he needs to, without coddling her or sugar-coating his words. The two become fast friends, much to the surprise of her classmates (though Hizashi is just happy that Aizawa is socializing more).

Unfortunately, Seppen’s insecurities catch up and get the better of her. Not even a year in, she cracks under the pressure of the hero course and drops out, convinced that she simply doesn’t have the dedication and courage needed to become a hero. She finishes her education at a normal public school instead. She is so ashamed of disappointing Aizawa’s expectations of her that she can’t even bring herself to keep in contact with him afterwards.

She ends up living with her best friend of many years prior to UA, Alia, who had successfully graduated UA’s hero course and now has steady work as the Pro Hero Madame Roseate. Seppen still lacks the confidence to do real hero work herself, but she’s eager to support her friend when she can get away with it. For no real reason but her own amusement, she decides to give herself an unofficial hero name, too - the one her old friend gave her years ago - Snowflake.

Months later, Seppen and Alia learn of a reunion being held at UA, celebrating the successes of graduates who are now Pro Heroes and staff members at the very school they attended. Alia, having had an old flame there in her high school years, encourages (and eventually convinces) Seppen to join her.

As luck would have it, Seppen runs into Aizawa. He first expresses surprise, then concern about what had happened back then, curious to know where she’d been all this time. Embarrassed, Seppen comes clean about dropping out and avoiding contact with him, but she’s shocked to hear that Aizawa isn’t upset with her. In fact, he had always thought that with her selfless and generous personality, she had plenty of potential at UA, even if she had chosen a different direction than the hero course. He’s only disappointed that she didn’t realize it before throwing in the towel completely, but he’s still happy to see that she’s managing in the world. Though still uncertain, she’s flattered at his praise, and the two easily begin to reconnect - this time, blossoming into a romantic relationship.

Today, Seppen is still not confident enough in herself to become a Pro Hero, but she takes Aizawa’s words to heart and finds a happy middle ground where she can keep helping others. She lands herself a position offering emotional and psychological counsel to the young students of UA. Her gentle personality makes it very easy for others to confide in her, and those that seek her guidance walk out happier than they came in, which is exactly what she was working towards in the first place.

QUIRK

Seppen’s Quirk allows her to manipulate the air around her, making the temperature colder and freezing moisture particles. She can reform said frozen particles in various ways to enhance her attacks or provide support. It’s naturally more effective in humid areas. Seppen can still create ice in dry areas, however it is much more brittle. She is vulnerable to heat, and becomes sleepier as the temperature around her rises. Extremely hot environments (e.g., areas heated by the use of Quirks such as Endeavor’s) can cause her to fall asleep almost instantly.

Though her body can generally handle the freezing temperatures of her own Quirk (and others’), overuse of her abilities will eventually begin to cause hypothermia and frostbite. However, this is a very rare scenario, as she is rather conservative with her Quirk usage.

ABILITIES

Frigid Reinforcement - Seppen can coat her arms or legs in solid ice to reinforce any punches or kicks. Glacial Barrier - Able to encase her whole body in a block of ice for protection. However, she is completely immobile until the ice is broken. Blizzard Cloak - Seppen can conjure a blizzard that makes it harder to see her. Snow Healing - The snow she creates has special healing properties that can treat moderate, non-fatal external wounds. It can’t repair broken bones or internal injuries.

OTHER FACTS

~ Seppen Shijinko is not her real name. She and Alia were born and raised in America, becoming friends in their early school days before moving to Japan together to apply at UA. Though Alia kept her English name, Seppen was more worried about standing out, so she opted for an alias that fit her Quirk. Only three people besides herself know her real name: Alia, Aizawa, and Endeavor. ~ Her last name, Shijinko, translates to “child of a poet.” It doesn’t necessarily relate to her quirk, but it is the meaning of the name that her real last name is derived from. ~ She has Tourette’s Syndrome, which has earned her the endearment of Kaminari (I headcanon that he also has Tourettes, as a side effect of his Quirk). It’s also earned her the nickname “Squeaks” from Bakugou, which she despises with a passion. ~ She collects the fortunes from fortune cookies, as well as ribbons (be they stray, from a gift, from clothes, or bought in spools). She has a photo album for the fortunes and multiple boxes for the ribbons.

[oknya-blog1]

╰☆╮MUSE 35 — wait, is that JANIYA “NYA” BLACKWELL? is it just me or does the twenty-one year-old look exactly like RYAN DESTINY? last i heard, they still weren’t over being exposed by the sentinel. according to the app, they can be impulsive & malicious, but i’ve also heard they're affable & charismatic. can’t be too sure, people have a way of surprising you. all i know is that they remind me of STILETTO NAILS , A COLLECTION OF HALF-EMPTY BOTTLES OF TEQUILA , ROOMS FILLED WITH SMOKE AND LOUD MUSIC , A HABIT FOR LINGERIE SHOPPING & CONSTANT SOUNDS OF ARGUING. honestly, the NURSING major should try to keep their head down. after the events of last semester, i wouldn’t want to be in their shoes. ☆  CICI , 21+ , SHE/HER , & EST ╰☆╮ 

hey everyone i’m cici and im still trying to figure out this mess of a woman but im open to plotting!! im me for my discord

Name: Janiya ‘Nya’ Blackwell

Age: 21

Sign: Gemini

Pronouns: She/Her

Major: Nursing

Student Organization: Vice-president of the pitches and tones, member of swim team

BIO

Janiya was born into money and she was an only child for almost thirteen years before her younger brother was born. she could never complain about her childhood, her parents loved her and she had never been told no a day in her life. Because of this, Nya was viewed as spoiled and spoon-fed. Instead of denying it, she lived up to the title and was even named ‘most likely to succeed’ in high school. A year after her graduation, her father and mother were both arrested for fraud and her younger brother was sent to stay with their grandma. Nya had no idea how to handle the sudden change so she turned to whatever would numb the pain and help her distract herself.

Personality-wise, she’s more on the hot-headed side. She gets her temper from her mother and her father never forgot to remind her. Although it’s dangerous to get on her bad side, most people usually end up liking her. she’s always been very approachable and is caring to those who show her the same. 

SCHOOL LIFE NOW

Nya still has issues with her family and her bad habit of day-drinking is pretty much what got her this far though college mentally. she became the local party girl of steinhardt’s campus.She promised she wouldn’t let her habits get in the way of school so in order to keep the school spirit, she joined the swim team and is also vice-president of the Pitches & Tones. She prides herself on being known and her reputation is everything to her. 

im half asleep rn so ill add more later as i get more inspo, hmu for plotting !!

[aures-rose]

The following is written in Welsh, in a lovely, looping handwriting.

Dear Diary,

Have you ever wondered why we start entries with 'Dear Diary'? Some part of me likes it because its like writing a letter to a friend you haven't spoken to in a few days. A friend who loves to hear about your adventures and stories, even when they weren't very interesting, because it feels like they were there with you. But sometimes it feels too serious when I just want to launch into whatever I want to talk about. I have SO much I want to talk about too!

Since I last wrote, Hufflepuff and Slytherin had their Quidditch game. It was really weird because the referee called a snitch catch but when Slytherin's seeker came down she was empty handed and confused. They ended up continuing the game and Slytherin won by catching the snitch which made me really sad. Eve's started playing on the Hufflepuff team as their Seeker and I really hoped she'd catch it.

It's not because I don't like Slytherin, I barely really know any of them, actually! I know the Head Boy and a prefect who is really a werewolf are Slytherin… and the Headmistress too… but I think that's it. At least, I sit in classes with them, I just don't really talk to any of them. Anyways! It's not because I don't like Slytherin but because I /really/ like Eve and I wanted to see her win because she was really upset after her first game. 

I think she was really upset after this one too, she ran off the field and I didn't even see her for a day or two. When I did see her again, it was time for class and she was being really… well, it seemed like she was anxious and every time this one Slytherin girl came around, Octavia I think her name is, Eve would hide behind me. The girl was on the team, she's a beater. So, maybe she hit Eve so much she was scared.

Speaking of someone being hit so much, Sam ended up in the hospital wing. I didn't find out until two days later and I felt really bad for it and went to visit him immediately. He was in there with Healer Phoenix and was so out of it, he didn't even know if he'd won or lost! I guess I must have been the first to visit… which is kind of sad. Sam also had a kitten in the wing with him. I didn't know you could bring animals when you got hurt or sick but I guess it makes sense. I also guess he must have asked Father Santa for one too. 

Speaking of Father Christmas, he didn't forget me! While I was in there, an owl showed up with a little bundle. When I opened the bundle… there was a ginger kitten in it! Healer Phoenix said Father Christmas never forgets and she gave me some instructions on taking care of her. I'm still struggling with a name but right now I'm thinking either Clementine or something silly like… 

The ink here looks newer, as though written on a different day.

I fell asleep while writing in you last night, but now it’s the next night and I’m determined to finish you. Let’s see, what else did I have to write about? I was going to write about the jarvey in Care of Magical Creatures but all there’s really to say is… A jarvey insulted Everlina’s drawing which made me mad but… I hadn’t had any Calming Draught for the day. 

I guess I could write about Talula’s birthday party! She had it today in the Astronomy tower. Her invitations said to wear your starriest attire so I put on this white dress I have with stars on it and a halo that has the planets floating around my head. But then, on my way there I stepped on a prank trap and ended up covered in paint powder. I would’ve been really upset but I found out that if you run into someone, the paint powder spreads. First, I infected some older kids who I think might’ve been about to kiss! Then when I got to the party, I infected everyone else too! It was really pretty there but it got weird. I saw Sam and Everlina there, in the same room… And I don’t know why but it made me feel weird in my stomach. I decided to eat though because maybe that would fix the weird feeling, and it did help at least until I got distracted by playing a game called Q&A. The cards ask you questions and you have to answer. The first question was about describing your best friend and I wondered how someone who thought /I/ was their best friend might describe me. I was excited to play the game but when it got to my turn my question was what would I do if my best friend confessed having romantic feelings about me. Everlina was the first person to pop into my mind but she was sitting right there! It made me really nervous so I shouted something about teenagers and fairytales. Talula apologised for such an intense question from the cards and then I heard someone call me adorable but I still felt really embarrassed so I left to check in on Clementine… Or whatever name I settle on for her. 

I’m starting to get sleepy now so… That’s all I’ve got! 

About the Character: Aures Rose Truegarden is an adventurous ¼th veela, in her first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She keeps up with her magical journey through her diary entries for future reflection and as a means of handling her overwhelming teenage feelings.

About the Author: My name is Juniper! I am a 26-year-old Hufflepuff who once thought herself a Slytherin. This page is my way of documenting the life of my roleplay character through the magical world of Harry Potter, through the lenses of Second Life. Here I post diary entries from my character’s perspective. If you’d like more information about the roleplay, please check out http://mischiefmanagedsl.net .

Outfit Credits:

Hair: Tram I0129 Hair

Dress: imbue. cici outfit - cherry red

Socks: !gO! Amparo -  socks S

Necklace: Dahlia - Margaery - Necklace

[ill-skillsgard]

Damn Straight, Part 4 - Bill Skarsgård

Title: Damn Straight

Description: Deceptions bring a young couple to Mirth Island, a place of natural beauty and the promise of inner healing. When one of them is introduced to a young man who lives on the island, their budding friendship threatens to destroy more than just trust.

Warning: 18+ sex/swearing/drug use/mentions of addiction and cheating

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

I laid in bed and waited for Cici to come back but the sun came up before that happened. I had shut the patio door and drew the curtains but still the rays beamed into the room and reminded me that it was a new day. Cici always came back after storming off. Always. Even if she said she was leaving she always skulked back within a couple of hours. I fell asleep on top of the blankets in my clothes from the night before and when I awoke, Cici still hadn't come back and if she did, she did not want me to know about it. I tried to make out the time on the clock but my eyes were bleary and sore. After a moment of adjusting to the light pouring into the suite, I realized it was already past noon. In the distance, the ocean was roaring and it felt the same in my head. My spine felt stiff as an iron rod and my mouth was parched, no doubt cracked in the corners and white from dehydration. I forced myself into the shower and sat on the tiled floor just absorbing the water until it ran cold and even then I stayed there for a while. I wasn't sure where Cici would have gone and I didn't want to alert anybody else that she had taken off. It was bad enough that people already knew how problematic our relationship was. Feeling downright embarrassed, I decided to stay in for most of the day. That was until there was an echoing knock on the glass of the patio door. When I drew back the curtains I saw Bill standing there. He was illuminated by the sun and had this look of concern on his face. I cracked the world's most pitiful smile and unlocked the latch on the sliding glass door. He noticed my struggle to get it moving across the track so he took over and pulled it open for me. "Hey." He said, grimacing in that way that told me he knew exactly what kind of shit pile I had been laying in all day. "Hi. Come in." I offered, stepping aside so he could enter. Bill was wearing a blue V-neck shirt and swim shorts that ended at his knees. Even in something simple like that outfit he looked remarkable. Anyone that tall usually stood out to me but he did especially and with a look of trepidation on his face, I couldn't tear my eyes off of him. He had his hands in his pockets and a million things buzzing around in his head, I could tell. I did too. We just stood to face each other in the middle of my suite, I with my arms crossed casually and him with one hand in his pocket and the other scratching the back of his head. "I just wanted to say I'm sorry about last night. If you got in trouble... I didn't mean to cause-" "Don't apologize, Bill. Nothing was your fault. Believe me." "I guess Cici probably hates me now, huh?" I shrugged. "I don't know. I know for sure that she hates me though. She left last night and hasn't been back." Bill cocked his head, lips falling apart in question. "Where did she go?" "She said she was leaving. She said a lot of things." "Like leaving, leaving?" I nodded my head. "Shit... I'm sorry Vye." Bill apologized. "It's all right. Last night put some things into perspective for me actually." "Like what?" "Like how Cici has been and will forever continue to be a hypocrite. You saw how she was practically riding Emilio's dick on the beach. Then she gets all steamed at me. She can do whatever she wants but if she thinks I am having even a hint of fun without her she loses her mind." "Maybe it was just the drugs. Maybe she will come back?" I sighed and sat on the edge of the bed. "I don't even know if I want her to come back. I don't think there is anything on this planet that will salvage our relationship." Bill sat down with me and laid his big spidery hand on my knee. "There has to be something. You two have been together for so long! Relationships like that can't just die." "I think it's dead," I said, voice small and serious. "Come on Vye. She loves you." I chuckled. "Actually, last night she told me she's only been pretending to love me." Bill ran his thumb over the skin of my knee cap and didn't say anything with his mouth. His eyes spoke volumes to me though. They urged me to continue. "She called me a fake lesbian... And you know what?" "What?" I breathed out and couldn't help the way my body shuddered in doing so. "I don't think she's wrong." Bill cocked his head again like a sweet little puppy with huge green eyes. "Why?" My breaths were falling out of me raggedly. I felt like all of everything I had been trying to mash down into the ground was suddenly coming back up, clawing its way to the surface for air. There was nothing I could do to stop it. "I... I don't think I'm gay." Bill withdrew his hand from my knee as though my proclamation made it inappropriate for him to be touching me. It was the first time I had ever said that out loud to anyone, let alone myself. All at once, giving voice to the thought that had been driving me crazy made it valid. I had thought about it so often that when it finally came out it made me feel like I wasn't lying anymore. "Maybe you're just open?" He suggested. I shook my head. "I haven't been sexually attracted to Cici for... A long fucking time. When I cheated on her with that guy I liked it... I liked it a lot. I tried to see if I was attracted to other girls besides her but I honestly don't think I am." "How long have you felt like that?" I blew out some hot air and shook my head. "Long time. Years maybe. I ignored it for a while but eventually, it just caught up with me. I thought it was just being intimate with Cici that was turning me off but then I would see attractive men and I would get curious. I had never even seen a naked guy outside of porn." "And you only slept with one guy?" Bill asked "Yeah just the once and I didn't really see much of him. It was dark and I was really drunk. I remember liking it but feeling disgusting about it too." Bill leaned back on his long arms, looking almost as surprised as I was. I suspected that he would want to go and leave me to sit on this new revelation but he didn't move. He only reached out to run his hand down my back, comforting me and silently assuring me that he was there for me. "Well, I do know one thing..." Bill began. "I am really hungry." I wrapped my arms around my stomach in agreement. "Me too." Bill sat up straight on the bed again, replacing his palm on my leg and leaning over to talk to me in a sweet, gentle tone that actually did wonders to calm my racing heart. "How about we go upstairs and I'll make us something to eat?" "You don't have better things to do?" I asked him. He drew back in surprise. "Better things? Than talking to you?" I blushed. "Okay." As we left, I didn't bother locking the door just in case Cici decided to come slithering back like the venomous snake she was. I wasn't sure what I was going to say to her the next time I saw her but I knew it wasn't going to be pleasant. After opening up and finally saying the thing that had been rotting my mind for so long, I decided that I was also going to stop taking her abuse. There was no way I was going to be manipulated anymore. I didn't care if she threatened to slit her arms from elbow to wrist, I had had enough of it. I knew things were going to get messy once I found her but until then, I followed Bill to his room and smiled as he shut and locked the door behind him. Bill was so bright and one of the kindest people I had ever met. He didn't tiptoe around me like I was a newborn baby, but he was gentle enough for me to take solace in his company. He suggested I sit on the bed so I could watch him making our food from the kitchen and like the thoughtful person he was, he brought me a Mimosa. "I'm still having trouble understanding why such a handsome guy from Sweden is living by himself on an island in the Pacific. How did that come to be?" I asked him from my spot on the bed. Amongst the clinking of dishes and the sound of a knife on a cutting board Bill just laughed. "I don't really know myself. I came here with my family just to visit my grandparents and I didn't want to leave. So I didn't." "Maybe I should just stay here too," I pondered. "You should! It's really nice here. I could take care of you." Bill was busy doing this and that in the kitchen and I watched him, a serious expression overtaking me. It was a wonder to me how calm and giving he was without expectation of anything in return. Maybe it was because I had spent so much time shut off from the world, taking orders from Cici and working the time-crunched job that I had grown to expect that people only did things for you to get something back. Bill just gave and gave and that made him content. The smell of Bill's cooking soon filled the suite and I started to get really hungry. It was interesting watching him move around, reaching effortlessly for things in the cupboards and cleaning as he went. Mostly I saw him from behind but once in a while he would turn his head to find me staring at him and he would smile. Something inside of me felt different. Any time Bill flashed a hint of a smile at me or turned his head so I could see his profile I felt a stirring in my chest that could only mean I was starting to develop a crush. It was scary and I wasn't sure how to handle it but I knew that with each passing moment, I was becoming more and more attracted to him. Bill did a good job of keeping my champagne flute full and when he finally brought me a plate of food I could have melted into the bed. He left only to return with his own and joined me sitting cross-legged. I ate meticulously to make sure that I didn't spill anything onto his nice duvet cover. "Are you going to circle tonight?" He asked me through a mouthful of crispy potatoes. I shook my head, swallowed and shrugged. "I don't think so. I might just stay in and veg out by myself." He furrowed his brow in protest. "No. Not by yourself." "Fine," I giggled. "We can stay in though if you want." "Hey, if you want to cook for me and feed me drinks I will gladly take up residence on this bed." Bill nodded his head, enjoying the sound of the idea almost as much as I did. We ate our food and I thanked him profusely for cooking it. It had been a long time since anyone had made me food simply because they wanted to. It was just another thing about Bill that made him seem like too good of a person. All my life I had backhanded suspicions of people being too nice but I think Bill was just that- too nice. He listened, he offered his opinion only as a means of carrying on a conversation and not simply to be heard, he was caring and gentle and talking to him was like jotting down all of my thoughts in a diary; I could say anything I wanted, tell him any secret and he would accept it without judgment. I found it funny the most therapeutic aspect of my trip so far hadn't been the circles or the voluntary counseling. It was him. Bill made it all feel better. He took my mind off of the inevitable encounter I knew was going to happen between Cici and I. He even promised he would be there if she did come back and caused a scene. He told me that he didn't want me to be alone. Watching him sprawled out on the bed was as captivating as it was informative. It was the most time I had ever spent with a man before. His mannerisms were so different. Bill was effortlessly cute and it made me wonder if he actually knew how he came off to other people. Surely he knew that when he laid out and lifted his arms over his head to interlock his fingers under his neck he looked a thousand beautiful miles long. We played cards and even the way he held his up like a fan in front of his mouth was satisfying to watch. When he broke for a cigarette I stared at him pacing the balcony and blowing smoke rings through his pouty lips that didn't last long before they disappeared into the humid night's air. We kept the balcony doors open and lounged on his bed for hours, upgraded our Mimosas for vodka and lime and stopped our game so Bill could pull a wooden box out from his side table. "You smoke right?" I rolled my eyes at him. "I'm from BC. Of course, I smoke." He held up one finger, telling me to hold on a moment. Inside the box, he had rolling papers and weed. I smirked at him. I didn't think there was any pot on the island. "How did you get that here?" I asked. He tossed me a dastardly animated face. "I have my ways." We puffed away on a joint that he rolled and continued our games well into the night. The sun went down and nobody came to disturb us at all. Bill got up to make us popcorn and put a movie on the TV that was mounted to the wall next to the balcony doors. I got under the covers of his bed and wondered what he was thinking. I didn't want to leave to go back to my own room. Truthfully, I didn't want to be alone at all and was secretly hoping Bill would ask me to stay. "So nobody really bothers you, huh?" I asked as he turned on the lights so we could see better. "Not really. If I leave my room I get people coming up to me but that's it." He answered. "Don't you get bored here by yourself?" "I'm only by myself when I want to be. You want another drink?" I glanced over at my empty glass and replied, "no thanks, I don't need to be getting sloppy." "You're tapping out on me already, Vye?" "I just want to be of sound mind if Cici comes back." Bill frowned at my statement. "Maybe we should go look for her?" "I thought about that too but I don't want to give her the satisfaction. Not yet anyway. She only took a bag with her. All of the clothes she brought are still here. She'll be back." "What are you going to do? When she comes back, I mean." He inquired. With a shrug and a sigh, I said, "I have no idea. Maybe tell her all the things I told you about today. I'm not afraid of her reaction anymore." "Do you think you guys are really done?" Bill climbed into the bed beside me and propped his head up with his elbow, those big glassy eyes tethered to me indefinitely. "I think so. God, it feels so weird to say that." He nodded his head and I continued to speak. "Last time I tried to suggest we take time apart it didn't end so well." "How so?" "Well..." I began. "Not sure if you've noticed the scars on her arms... But yeah, she didn't take it well. She tried to kill herself and she almost succeeded." "You think she will try it again?" "Who knows. Maybe, maybe not. It's a pretty good way to get what you want from people though. She's been using that to control everything that I do for the past few months." "I'm sorry Vye. I hope that doesn't happen again." I smiled at him thankfully. "You are too sweet. You know that? You are. I can't believe that you are for real." "I just want to help you," Bill said quietly. "Why though?" I asked. Bill shrugged but I knew that he knew the answer. "I like you, Vye. You're cool and when we hang out it's effortless. I don't feel that way with most people." "You like listening to a fake lesbian talk about her shitty problems?" "Hey...Don't say that. You're not a fake anything. You are what you are. And your problems are valid. You're allowed to talk to me. Everyone deserves to vent so don't feel bad about talking to me." He lifted himself up slowly so that he was sitting up again and moved closer to me. I watched as he leaned over, hand on my cheek, guiding my eyes to his. I couldn't help the way I was feeling at that moment. Nobody had ever said anything like that to me before. It was foreign and I wanted more of him. He kissed me and I welcomed it. At first, he was still, just absorbing the feeling of our lips pressed together. The softness of his pillowy mouth was so different than what I was used to and when he moved them against mine I shivered. Pulling away with a gentle sound of suction, I had to give his face one more look. There was no way I could resist that rosy mouth any longer. We kissed with a fever that grew hotter with each passing second. The TV played on in the background as he used both hands to hold my face in place so he could decide exactly how he wanted to kiss me; hard with his head tilted to one side, then to the other side more softly, with his tongue licking at mine. I was right into it as well. After all, I had never made out with a man like him in my entire life. A younger version of myself would have never ever given thought to kissing a boy. Boys were disgusting to me but Bill... Bill was special. Even the guy I cheated on Cici with paled in comparison to him. It became obvious that sexual tension was building between us and before it got too far he pulled away to let our energy simmer down. "Is this okay?" He asked. "I don't want to make things worse for you." "It's okay," I said, rather breathless and turned on by how passionately we had just been kissing each other. "I just... I don't want anything crazy happening. I don't know if Cici is going to come storming back any time now or what. She would rip this entire house apart looking for me and..." My eyes trailed to the door of Bill's suite. He followed where my stare went and then looked at me again. Without a word, he pushed the cover back and swung his legs out of the bed to walk to the front door so he could lock it. Then he strode over to the balcony doors and pulled the glass panel closed. He drew the curtains and then turned around to look at me. We stared at each other for but a moment before he came over, climbing onto the bed on his hands and knees so he could hover over me. He searched my expression for permission to kiss me again and I gave it to him by rising to meet his lips. His hands fell down my shoulders to my chest that he brushed over so lightly. I wanted to feel those big hands all over me. It was such a departure from Cici's tiny hands that I needed to feel more but he pulled away from me again and I noticed he was starting to get hard. My heart started racing at the thought of seeing him naked. I had never seen a cock before, not in the light. It was equal parts scary and exciting but I knew I wanted to see Bill. Something about him made me assume that what he had underneath his swim shorts was going to match up with the rest of his general bone structure and I was riddled with this teasing fear. He knew all of this. He knew that I was fearful and curious and brand-new at this. He knew the only time I had ever been with a man was in a drunken stupor and everything had been dark. Bill treated it as though it were my first time, never jumping the gun and always looking to make sure I was okay with what was happening. Even his consideration for my inexperience was a turn-on but I was done playing innocent newcomer. I wanted more of him. "Show me?" I asked him. Bill pulled off his shirt and I got to see all of his muscles moving and flexing. With his eyes locked on me, he began pulling down his swim shorts and I watched with subdued breath as he exposed himself to me. My mouth opened as I saw him for the first time, his hand around his partially erect shaft. It wasn't as shocking as I had expected, in fact, it was quite the opposite. His was smooth and the head of it was a pleasant pink colour but still just as long as I expected it to be. I had seen cocks in porn; huge, freakishly thick with blue veins and heads like shiny purple helmets. Bill's was pretty and I couldn't believe myself as I thought that. Never in my life had I ever thought I would be staring at a cock and thinking it looked beautiful. Maybe because it was attached to one of the most beautiful people I had ever met. He stroked himself a little to maintain his hardness and I blushed. Under the light, his skin looked so inviting, like untouched snow. I could feel myself getting wet simply by looking at him. "Play with it," I told him and he obliged. He stroked himself slowly until he was so engorged with blood that each movement sent a shudder of pleasure through his body. There was a small, glistening drop of liquid that emerged from the tip and I bristled with excitement. "You like watching me play with myself?" His question was this sensual whisper that aroused me even more. I nodded my head and got out from under the covers so I could take my own shorts off. Underneath I was wearing cotton panties and I couldn't help but be reminded of the times that Cici and I would do this kind of thing in high school before we had the nerve to actually have sex. We would both get naked save for our panties and we would watch each other tease ourselves through the fabric, waiting until the wetness would show through the material. It was a sexy little game that I forgot about until that moment. Bill's eyes widened as I leaned my back up against the headboard, spread my knees apart and ran my fingers slowly over the front of my panties. His strokes slowed to match mine. I pictured what it would feel like for him to be inside of me and that made me wetter, but I was really into enjoying the visual of us masturbating in front of each other. I moaned softly as I used my middle and index finger to rub my clit through the light cotton of my panties. Surely he could see the outline of my folds and the little wet stain beginning to soak through. He licked his lips and kept the same rhythm stroking his cock for me. He looked gorgeous and I couldn't take my eyes away from the tip of his leaking shaft. With an evil smirk, I asked, "do you want to see?" He nodded vigorously. "Yes. Show me." I lifted my legs and hooked my thumbs underneath the band of my panties and pulled them off so he could have a better look. Exposing myself to him sent this tingling roll of power and arousal through me, my nipples got hard and I started to feel the pulsing of blood rushing to every pleasure center of my body, especially when I touched myself again. "Oh fuck." He groaned. "Yes, baby. Play with that nice pussy for me." I rose my legs up and reached around them and made sure he was watching carefully as I slid a finger into myself and shuddered. I watched him melt as I began to work my finger in and out of myself slowly, putting on a show just for him. He had to slow down, I could tell. The image must have been overloading to him. His eyebrows rose to meet in the middle and he groaned, licking his lips with lust smoldering in his tone. "You want this pussy, don't you?" I asked. He nodded but made no move to come any closer. He liked this game, I could tell. It made me feel like a horny teenager again but it was so much better. It was so different. I couldn't believe the way he looked, borderline desperate, his pretty face contorted with pleasure and mixed emotions. "Are you thinking about my cock inside of you?" Bill's voice was hushed so only I could hear him. It was my turn to nod. I parted my legs again and continued drawing circles around my clit, making sure he could see every inch of me in the process. Bill purred and pumped himself a little harder. I hadn't felt this powerful in a long time and I really wanted to use it to reduce the man to a gorgeous, whimpering mess. With my two fingers, I spread myself open for him to see. "How badly do you want to fuck my tight hole?" Bill ground his teeth together, eyes rolling to the back of his head. "I want to be deep in that fucking wet, pink, pretty little pussy right now. So bad. So fucking bad." "Keep working that cock. I need to watch you come." I demanded. He listened to me and I loved it. I watched him stroke himself until he was nearly ready to bust. Simultaneously, I rubbed myself until I was just teetering on the edge of an orgasm. I could get myself there quickly but I wanted to draw it out as much as I possibly could. The sensual overload was weighing down on both of us though and I knew our climaxes were fast approaching. "You going to come with me?" He asked, voice shaking as he continued jerking himself off in front of me. "Yes, I'm almost there." He whimpered softly and I could tell by the way his strokes turned into short little bursts that he was going to let go at any second. "I'm going to come." He warned. I nodded simply because I couldn't say anything. He leaned back and I saw his entire body tense up as he came. As soon as I saw his cum springing from the head of his cock that was enough for me. That warm, rich tickle ended me and I shuddered, never taking my fingers off my sweet spot until I couldn't handle anymore. Bill moaned and didn't stop stroking himself until every last drop of cum had been coaxed out of him. Sitting back breathlessly, I watched that liquid glide down the underside of his shaft. It had been so much I thought it would never stop erupting from him and when it did, he looked up at me, chest heaving, eyes glistening at me with a smirk on his rosy lips. "Fuck." Was all he managed to say before he stood up and went into the bathroom to get a towel. When he came back he seemed completely unabashed, even as he stood there naked, his cock spent and skin looking radiant amidst the blood rush. "Wow. That was... Wow." Bill said. I laughed as I located my panties so I could put them back on. Bill turned from me and I took a moment to admire the back of him. He rummaged through the top drawer of his dresser and found a pair of boxer briefs to put on. He casually made his way back to the bed and slid in under the blankets beside me, eyes dragging from my crotch to my face. "Kiss me." He commanded. I leaned over and our lips met once more. When he pulled away his eyes were swimming with things he wanted to say. "I don't want to sound selfish but... If you end it with Cici, I can't promise I won't be there waiting for you right after. I also can't promise I won't beg you to stay here with me." "I want to stay here with you. I don't ever want to leave." Bill wiggled down into a laying position and pulled me close to him so I would lay down next to him. "Good." He said, pressing a hard kiss to my temple. "I don't want you to leave."