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⇢ ALPHINA BLACK ✶ davika hoorne , 25 , demiwoman , she / they , half - blood , fourth year , auror training. member of gryffindor quidditch team , broom racing league , dueling club , and astronomy club. can be described as indomitable , pragmatic , decadent , and aloof.

* & ◞ 𝐢 . 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒 .

　full　name　:　alphina apiradee black 　nickname(s)　:　alphie , api , deedee 　age　/　dob　:　twenty five / nov 20 , 1997 　zodiac　:　scorpio 　blood　status　:　half blood

　gender　:　demi woman 　pronouns　:　she / they 　sexuality　:　pansexual

　house　:　gryffindor 　year　:　fourth 　specialization　:　originally a hit wizard , she recently broadened her horizons to auror training 　extracurriculars　:　gryffindor quidditch team ( beater ) , broom racing , competitive dueling , and astronomy club 　wand　:　cedar , veela hair , 12½" ; unyielding 　patronus　:　erumpent

* & ◞ 𝐢𝐢 . 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 .

　birth　place　:　cairo , egypt 　home　region　/　school　:　southwest / odalric , for sixth & seventh year 　social　class　:　upper - middle class 　father　:　sirius black 　mother　:　mayarasa issaret ( † ) 　sibling(s)　:　none , but they have a plethora of godsiblings 　pet(s)　:　a maine coon named rune , and an eagle owl named naiyana.

* & ◞ 𝐢𝐢𝐢 . 𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 .

　face　claims　:　davika hoorne 　eye　colour　:　dark brown , almost black 　hair　colour　/　style　:　near waist length wavy , black hair. can be seen trying all sorts of styles for even slightly fancier occasions , but as a general rule she usually has a few scrunchies or hair ties on her wrist that she uses to put it up into a messy bun , ponytail or braids ( though she'll make do with rubber bands or pencils if need be ! ) 　height　:　175cm / 5'7 　build　:　has a classical ballerina build ; lithe and long legged. 　clothing　style　:　depending on her mood , alphina will wear anything ( and i mean anything ) that she can get her hands on. from floral printed sundresses to a six month long unwashed hoodie , versatile is the best way to describe her wardrobe. 　dominant　hand　:　ambidextrious 　tattoos　:　a sak yant tattoo in the base shape of a unalome down the center of her back. 　piercings　:　three lobe piercings on the left , four on the right , plus two helix's on the right , an industrial , two inner conches and a forward helix on her left 　scars　:　can usually be found with a few scrapes or bruises from going too hard at quidditch ( and the fact that she does not hold herself back ) , but nothing too permanent ( yet ) 　notable　features　:　a heart / star / flower beneath her left eye stamped with an eyeliner pen , painted nails , the smell of soft vanilla , yuzu , and pomegranate in the air.

* & ◞ 𝐢𝐯 . 𝐓𝐋;𝐃𝐑 .

　　—　 her story begins like this : there is a man who hunts , and a woman who refuses to be hunted. ( this not her story yet , of course , not when she hasn’t become even a possibility in her parent’s minds. ) but there is a man , and from a woman , does he finally learn to love.

　　—　 her mother tells her it went like this : her father was a man who hungered , who craved. devouring all in his path , he had a desire for the world that none would dare to rival. for he thirsted for answers , khon dii , and in that search ━━ do you know what he found ? her mother’s voice is filled with fondness where it washes over her , her father with a deep hue of red dusting his cheeks from where he watches over them. ' love ’ , she answers for her mother , because it is the only answer to a story she has heard so many times before. he found love , he found her mother , and within it all : happiness.

　　—　 her father tells it to her somewhat differently : for this is the version of the story her mother could not pass off as an innocuous bedtime story for their young daughter. no , this story is one full of anger , of hatred. ( there is a vast emptiness to her father’s soul , you see. a dried up river in the shape of his childhood , memories of a family he would be better off forgetting. ) i am not a good man , alphie , is what her father says , but by the gods , does he try. he was not taught kindness , he was not raised soft , but how , oh how , did he wish to be.

　　—　the name black never meant much to alphina as a child ⸻ and why would it ? it was simply her name , passed down to her by her father , forsaken in matrimony by her mother. it was her name , her father's connection to her , and there was no amount of weight an outsider could place upon it that would cause her to bend. ( it didn’t matter that the name black meant an invitation to an elite society in some european countries , nor an instant accreditation to wealth and power. ) no , no. black simply meant a family of three , you see. with a mediwizard for a father, a fierce protecter for a mother , and the child that blossomed from the love between them.

　　—　and so reality does not touch alphina for a good fifteen years . not the reality that everyone else knows , anyways. for what do other people know about her endless travels and adventures ? of years spent moving from magic settlement to muggle settlement , back and forth , back and forth , chasing leads and constantly discovering ? with lessons only the lands could teach her , and her magic free in a way no laws would ever allow. all she had ever needed were the passing connections made along the way to suffice ; her mother the anchor before an eternally shifting road.

　　—　living with her roots planted firmly within a singular patch of soil had never sounded anything except suffocating for alphina , herself a true child of nomadic upbringings. it was the life she had been raised for , and the only one she had wanted for herself. ( she learns soon enough , that the choice was never truly hers. )

　　—　her mother falls ill to a sickness , one that attacks her veela nature in a way that it never will her fathers , but one that could potentially bring ruin to hers. her mother cannot send her back to the village she herself had been raised in ( where she had been singled out , preyed upon. the beauty a double edged sword for those of their blood. )

　　—　so instead , she touches down to england with her bags heavy and her heart heavier. an indefinite stay , but a permanent one nonetheless. ( how terrifying the unknown can be. )

　　—　the last memories of her mother look like this : her gaunt face through the window of the single story cabin they have made a home in. she waves with a trembling hand , her mouth making shape to the sound of an ‘ i love you ' , a heart - wrenching ' i'm so sorry ' to follow. and how dare her mother apologize for a sickness she cannot control ? …. how dare she get sick and send her away at all.

　　—　her father greets her on the doorsteps of a household she has only ever frequented on the occasional basis. and while happy to see him , she is unhappy to stay. instead , sixteen becomes a tumultuous age for alphina , her entire life upheaved and forced to order. ' boarding school ' becomes a term she learns to regard with a disgust only reserved for personal attacks and wet socks ( and somehow , odalric's school of witchcraft and wizardry has wrought upon her both in those last two years of attendance. )

　　—　it ends like this : her father crying throughout his apology to her , for he had promised to shield her from exposure to the horrors of his own childhood , from the black name ; bestowing upon her the freedoms of a life away from his own. he had sworn to her that he would find the cure to her mother's ailment soon , on departure to stay by her mother's side , and that they would come for her in no time at all. he had assured her that she would only see a few months of her gilded cage , of this overbearing , suffocating society. that he would write , she would learn , and they would all do their duty to prevail. 　　—　her mother passes during her last year at odalric’s , and her only goodbye is a letter to her name. for a cure for this veela afflicting illness is never found ( a population so minuscule , so unimportant for research to have ever gotten far ... ) , and her life in england is forever solidified as she gives in to his request to stay by her father's side. 　　—　the last few years of teenhood are spent mourning her mother , and re - learning and re - loving the man she calls father. ( then ' dad ' , now ' phaw ' in ever endearment ). for while sirius was a present figure , it was at her mother's side that alphina flourished ; his own periods of time at their side forever shared with the life he led in england.

* & ◞ 𝐯 . 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂 .

　　—　alphie is half - veela from her mother's side , and while they have yet to ever transform into a rather terrifying harpy - like creature like her mother had before , she is rather talented at throwing fireballs when incensed. other uses of her veela magic include : being rather ' entrancing ' to those around her ( especially to those who meet her for the first time , though the effect can wear off with longterm exposure ) , appearing physically perfect , graceful and flawless at all times ( it might not be the truth , but she does appear that way to others ) , being able to hypnotize and mesmerize people with intent ( she's mostly in control of having this effect on others , but in theory they could slip up ) , and a natural inclination towards wandless magic.

　　—　joined the gryffindor quidditch team as a beater bc my girl has a lot of pent up anger 😔✋ she's generally a pretty nice , pretty easy going soul i swear ?? but while she doesn't normally have a short temper , if u catch her at the wrong moment , she'll have u laid out flat before u can even blink</3 she's trained in brazilian jiu jitsu , thai boxing and eskrima , so please don't fuck with her ( or do 😈😈 !! )

　　—　is incredibly independent. growing up with parents like hers who lived by a do or die kinda motto , alphie has adapted that same sort of resilience in her own everyday routine. there really isn't much they can't do once they put their mind to it , and the thought of failure alone is embarrassing enough to see her through with most her endeavours. she'll either see things to the end , or die trying , mark her words.

　　—　a polyglot through general life experience. her current languages include : nepali , portuguese , spanish , french , thai , tagalog and english. they simply go in hand with the places alphie has spent the longest while growing up. these include both cities and settlements within wizarding society and muggle society. if anything , alphie is more comfortable within muggle society than wizarding , especially since her introduction to the rest of the black family.

　　—　still struggles with the idea of an actually ' structured ' school ?? most of what she's learned is from her mother and their travels , so alphie is considered incredibly advanced in some subjects , and horribly behind in others. this is mostly a practical vs theoretical studies. they don't really understand why they need to write entire essays on a spell she can just simply showcase them ??

*　　　　&　　◞　　　　𝐯𝐢　　　　.　　　　𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒　　　　.

　　—　𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 : requesting as many of these as possible regardless of age / house <33 alphie might be an extrovert who grew up without any longterm friendships that weren't penpals and her godsiblings but so WHAT ! this is simply the time to shine !! gotta stretch those friend making muscles bay - bee !!

　　—　𝒇𝒘𝒃𝒔 : because alphie is sexy , and DESERVES to have a good time ! they've always been raised to have a pretty open view on physical affection and sex , and while alphie does believe in the concept of true love like her parents had , she is Nawt really looking for it here ...

　　—　𝒕𝒖𝒕𝒐𝒓 : now remember when we covered how alphie did not grow up with the conventional childhood education ? like don't get me wrong , they're incredibly intelligent , and know different styles of magic from multiple different countries , but essay writing .... homework ? someone please help them. they will in fact insist they do Not need it and get frustrated at sitting and working at it for hours but .... somebody's gotta see to it that it's done .......... like babygirl’s tryna become an auror , and those grades gotta live up to that goal ( somehow 😩 )

　　—　𝒄𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒉 : besides the veela origins ( which ! would love one or multiple plots / hcs about how ur muse reacts to a veela , even a half - veela<3333 !!! ) alphie is still v cool , v fun . incredibly fun , actually . and just rather unhinged in general compared to ~ polite ~ british society ??? so someone pls crush on them. i just want smth cute , smth sweet ! or , in a complete turn of events , alphie is the one to catch feels ??? catch infatuation ??? they've never felt this way before ....... it's absolutely Gross ?? and she'd like 10 more of it pronto .

　　—　𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 : someone somehow pls just get on her bad side. i need a fuck u plot 😔✋ praying for each other’s downfall , rivals w secxual tension methinks ....

#why is my tl;dr already too long ????#aureliusintro

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cagemasterfantasy · 2 months ago

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Draconic Sorcery (Formerly Draconic Ancestry) (5.5e)

Your innate magic comes from the gift of a dragon. Perhaps an ancient dragon facing death bequeathed some of its magical power to you or your ancestor. You might have absorbed magic from a site infused with dragons’ power. Or perhaps you handled a treasure taken from a dragon’s hoard that was steeped in draconic power. Or you might have a dragon for an ancestor.

Level 3 Draconic Resilience: The magic in your body manifests physical traits of your draconic gift. Your Hit Point maximum increases by 3, and it increases by 1 whenever you gain another Sorcerer level.

Parts of you are also covered by dragon-like scales. While you aren’t wearing armor, your base Armor Class equals 10 plus your Dexterity and Charisma modifiers.

Level 3 Draconic Spells: When you reach a Sorcerer level specified below you thereafter always have the listed spells prepared

Level 3: Alter Self, Chromatic Orb, Command and Dragon's Breath

Level 5: Fear and Fly

Level 7: Arcane Eye and Charm Monster

Level 9: Legend Lore and Summon Dragon

Level 6 Elemental Affinity: Your draconic magic has an affinity with a damage type associated with dragons. Choose one of those types: Acid, Cold, Fire, Lightning, or Poison.

You have Resistance to that damage type, and when you cast a spell that deals damage of that type, you can add your Charisma modifier to one damage roll of that spell.

Level 14 Dragon Wings: As a Bonus Action, you can cause draconic wings to appear on your back. The wings last for 1 hour or until you dismiss them (no action required). For the duration, you have a Fly Speed of 60 feet.

Once you use this feature, you can’t use it again until you finish a Long Rest unless you spend 3 Sorcery Points (no action required) to restore your use of it.

Level 18 Dragon Companion: You can cast Summon Dragon without a Material component. You can also cast it once without a spell slot, and you regain the ability to cast it in this way when you finish a Long Rest.

Whenever you start casting the spell, you can modify it so that it doesn’t require Concentration. If you do so, the spell’s duration becomes 1 minute for that casting.

Spells

Alter Self is a level 2 Transmutation spell for Sorcerer and Wizard. Casting Time is 1 action Range is self Requires a Verbal and Somatic component. Duration is Concentration up to 1 hour.

You alter your physical form. Choose one of the following options. Its effects last for the duration, during which you can take a Magic action to replace the option you chose with a different one. Aquatic Adaptation: You sprout gills and grow webs between your fingers. You can breathe underwater and gain a Swim Speed equal to your Speed. Change Appearance: You alter your appearance. You decide what you look like, including your height, weight, facial features, sound of your voice, hair length, coloration, and other distinguishing characteristics. You can make yourself appear as a member of another species, though none of your statistics change. You can't appear as a creature of a different size, and your basic shape stays the same; if you're bipedal, you can't use this spell to become quadrupedal, for instance. For the duration, you can take a Magic action to change your appearance in this way again. Natural Weapons: You grow claws (Slashing), fangs (Piercing), horns (Piercing), or hooves (Bludgeoning). When you use your Unarmed Strike to deal damage with that new growth, it deals 1d6 damage of the type in parentheses instead of dealing the normal damage for your Unarmed Strike, and you use your spellcasting ability modifier for the attack and damage rolls rather than using Strength.

Chromatic Orb is a level 1 Evocation spell for Sorcerer and Wizard. Casting Time is 1 action Range is 90 feet Requires a Verbal and Somatic and spell ingredient is a Diamond worth at least 50 gold pieces. Duration is Instantaneous.

You hurl an orb of energy at a target within range. Choose Acid, Cold, Fire, Lightning, Poison, or Thunder for the type of orb you create, and then make a ranged spell attack against the target. On a hit, the target takes 3d8 damage of the chosen type. If you roll the same number on two or more of the d8s, the orb leaps to a different target of your choice within 30 feet of the target. Make an attack roll against the new target, and make a new damage roll. The orb can't leap again unless you cast the spell with a level 2+ spell slot. Using a Higher-Level Spell Slot: The damage increases by 1d8 for each spell slot level above 1. The orb can leap a maximum number of times equal to the level of the slot expended, and a creature can be targeted only once by each casting of this spell.

Command is a level 1 Enchantment spell for Bard Cleric Paladin. Casting Time is 1 action Range is 60 feet Requires a Verbal component and Duration is Instantaneous.

You speak a one-word command to a creature you can see within range. The target must succeed on a Wisdom saving throw or follow the command on its next turn. Choose the command from these options: Approach: The target moves toward you by the shortest and most direct route, ending its turn if it moves within 5 feet of you. Drop: The target drops whatever it is holding and then ends its turn. Flee: The target spends its turn moving away from you by the fastest available means. Grovel: The target is Prone and then ends its turn. Halt: On its turn, the target doesn't move and takes no action or Bonus Action. Using a Higher-Level Spell Slot: You can affect one additional creature for each spell slot level above 1.

Dragon's Breath is a level 2 Transmutation spell for Sorcerer and Wizard. Casting Time is a Bonus Action Range is Touch Requires a Verbal and Somatic component and Spell Ingredient is a hot pepper. Duration is Concentration up to 1 minute.

You touch one willing creature, and choose Acid, Cold, Fire, Lightning, or Poison. Until the spell ends, the target can take a Magic action to exhale a 15-foot Cone. Each creature in that area makes a Dexterity saving throw, taking 3d6 damage of the chosen type on a failed save or half as much damage on a successful one. Using a Higher-Level Spell Slot: The damage increases by 1d6 for each spell slot level above 2.

Fear is a level 3 Illusion spell for Bard Sorcerer Warlock and Wizard. Casting Time is 1 action Range is self Requires a Verbal and Somatic component and Spell Ingredient is a white feather. Duration is Concentration up to 1 minute.

Each creature in a 30-foot Cone must succeed on a Wisdom saving throw or drop whatever it is holding and be Frightened for the duration. A Frightened creature takes the Dash action and moves away from you by the safest route on each of its turns unless there is nowhere to move. If the creature ends its turn in a space where it doesn't have line of sight to you, the creature makes a Wisdom saving throw. On a successful save, the spell ends on that creature.

Fly is a level 3 Transmutation spell for Sorcerer Warlock and Wizard. Casting Time is 1 Action Range is Touch and requires a Verbal and Somatic component and spell ingredient is a feather Duration is Concentration up to 10 minutes.

You touch a willing creature. For the duration, the target gains a Fly Speed of 60 feet and can hover. When the spell ends, the target falls if it is still aloft unless it can stop the fall. Using a Higher-Level Spell Slot: You can target one additional creature for each spell slot level above 3.

Arcane Eye is a level 4 Divination spell unique to Wizard. Casting Time is 1 action Range is 30 feet Requires a Verbal and Somatic component and Spell Ingredient is a bit of bat fur. Duration is Concentration up to 1 hour.

You create an Invisible, invulnerable eye within range that hovers for the duration. You mentally receive visual information from the eye, which can see in every direction. It also has Darkvision with a range of 30 feet. As a Bonus Action, you can move the eye up to 30 feet in any direction. A solid barrier blocks the eye's movement, but the eye can pass through an opening as small as 1 inch in diameter.

Charm Monster is a level 4 Enchantment spell for Bard Druid Sorcerer Warlock and Wizard. Casting Time is 1 action Range is 30 feet Requires a Verbal and Somatic component and Duration is 1 hour.

One creature you can see within range makes a Wisdom saving throw. It does so with Advantage if you or your allies are fighting it. On a failed save, the target is Charmed until the spell ends or until you or your allies damage it. The Charmed creature is Friendly to you. When the spell ends, the target knows it was Charmed by you. Using a Higher-Level Spell Slot: You can target one additional creature for each spell slot level above 4.

Legend Lore is a level 5 Divination spell for Bard Cleric and Wizard. Casting Time is 10 minutes Range is Self Requires a Verbal and Somatic component and Spell ingredient is Incense worth at least 250 gold pieces which the spell consumes and 4 ivory Strips worth at least 50 gold pieces each. Duration is Instantaneous.

Name or describe a famous person, place, or object. The spell brings to your mind a brief summary of the significant lore about that famous thing, as described by the DM. The lore might consist of important details, amusing revelations, or even secret lore that has never been widely known. The more information you already know about the thing, the more precise and detailed the information you receive is. That information is accurate but might be couched in figurative language or poetry, as determined by the DM. If the famous thing you chose isn't actually famous, you hear sad musical notes played on a trombone, and the spell fails.

Summon Dragon is a level 5 Conjuration spell unique to Wizard. Casting Time is 1 action Range is 60 feet Requires a Verbal and Somatic component and spell ingredient is an object with the image of a dragon engraved on it worth at least 500 gold pieces. Duration is Concentration up to 1 hour

You call forth a Dragon spirit. It manifests in an unoccupied space that you can see within range and uses the Draconic Spirit stat block. The creature disappears when it drops to 0 Hit Points or when the spell ends.

The creature is an ally to you and your allies. In combat, the creature shares your Initiative count, but it takes its turn immediately after yours. It obeys your verbal commands (no action required by you). If you don’t issue any, it takes the Dodge action and uses its movement to avoid danger.

Using a Higher-Level Spell Slot: Use the spell slot’s level for the spell’s level in the stat block.

Draconic Spirit stat block

AC: 14+the spell's level

Hp: 50+10 for each spell level above 5

Speed: 30ft on land a flying speed of 60 ft and a swimming speed of 30 ft

Strength: 19 (+4) Dexterity: 14 (+2) Constitution 17 (+3) Intelligence 10 (+0) Wisdom 14 (+2) Charisma: 14 (+2)

Resistance to Acid Cold Fire Lightning and Poison damage and can't be Charmed Frightened or Poisoned.

Has Blindsight to a range of 30ft and Darkvision to a range of 60ft

It only speaks Draconic but understands any language you know but can't speak them

Traits

Shared Resistances: When you summon the spirit, choose one of its Resistances. You have Resistance to the chosen damage type until the spell ends.

Actions

Multiattack: The spirit makes a number of Rend attacks equal to half the spell’s level (round down), and it uses Breath Weapon.

Rend: Melee Attack: Bonus equals your spell attack modifier, reach 10 feet. Hit:1d6 + 4 + the spell’s level Piercing damage.

Breath Weapon: Dexterity Saving Throw: DC equals your spell save DC, each creature in a 30-foot Cone. Failure: 2d6 damage of a type this spirit has Resistance to (your choice when you cast the spell). Success: Half damage

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bouncybrain · 3 months ago

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CharacterHub Review!

I signed up for CharacterHub because I kept seeing it on TikTok. They have two subscription tiers ("plus" and "plus ultra") they tell you about before you finish the tutorial intro, limited image hosting, and they have two menus on each side of the window.

Screenshots to follow because uhhhh lots of screenshots, lots of things to talk about, very long post. Consider this a thorough review, because I just couldn't find a comprehensive review about this thing on a quick search. Also please remember I have the tech literacy of a boomer, so we can at least see how intuitive it is. This is only a review of the desktop experience at the moment. Edit: I just signed in on mobile why is it so hellishly laggy some times and then perfectly responsive in others??? Character creation on mobile review: link

^ This is what you see immediately after uploading the pfp/banner. Account creation was simple and easy: Username, email, password, and they send you an email with a button to verify you made the account. Pick some tags you like, maybe like a couple things if you want, upload pfp/banner if you want.

^ This is what you see after that.

^ Here's how it looks smaller (I like having multiple windows visible simultaneously, and I assume this is what the mobile site looks like, so what I'll be seeing most of the time I use it).

There are no other directions/windows that pop up at this point. I don't really have a lot of my OC art uploaded on my laptop so I'm going to see what I can do without that. Experience follows (I'm writing this in tandem).

Full list of "About" sections are as follows (written exactly as they appear, each bullet is a different section, * marks options already used by default):

{Sections will be like this: Basic And Identity Information}

Full Name

Nickname

Alias

Real Name

Pronouns*

Age*

Birth Place

Nationality

Race

Ethnicity

Species*

Breed

Class

Title

Zodiac

Astrological Sign

Blood Type

Gender

Sexuality

Likes

Dislikes

Birthday

{Physical Characteristics}

Height

Weight

Hair ( Color, Style)

Eyes ( Color)

Skin ( Color, Texture)

Build

Face Shape

Specific Features

Marks ( Scars, Tattoos)

Makeup

Jewelry

Piercings

{Personality And Psychological Traits}

Personality Type

M B T I

Moral Compass

Temperament

Virtues

Flaws

Emotional Intelligence

Charisma Level

Communication Style

Humor Style

Level Of Empathy

Intellectual Interests

Artistic Talents

Learning Style

Linguistic Abilities

Leadership Style

Risk Tolerance

Political Views

{Background And Life Experiences}

Education

Occupation

Financial Status

Residence

Family

Friends

Enemies

Significant Other

Soul Mate

Life Goals

Biggest Dream

Darkest Secret

Guilt

Shame Elements

Internal Conflicts

History/ Background

{Interests, Hobbies, And Preferences}

Hobbies

Favorite Animal

Favorite Food

Favorite Drink

Favorite Color

Food Preferences

Leisure Activities

Fandom

Orientation

{Health, Abilities, And Skills}

Physical Health

Mental Health

Allergies

Illnesses

Disorders

Strengths

Weaknesses

Special Powers

Skills

Magic

Fighting Style

{Social And Cultural Aspects}

Relationship

Affiliation

Language

Accent

Speech Patterns

Social Standing

Cultural Background

Religion

Philosophy

{Lifestyle And Daily Life}

Alive/ Dead

Most Used Phrases / Words

Comfort Item

Weapons

Pets

Wealth

Outfits

Accessories

Voice Claim

Threat Level

Parenting Style

Environmental Awareness

Fears

Phobias Jesus fucking Christ there's so many

{Behavioral And Cognitive Traits}

Motivation

Coping Mechanisms

Sense Of Time

Self Perception

Ambitions

Attachment Style

Locus Of Control

Tolerance For Ambiguity

Trustworthiness

Relationship With Technology

Conformity Vs. Nonconformity

Attention Span

Level Of Superstitious Beliefs

Adaptability / Flexibility

Additional sections are as follows (written exactly as they appear, each bullet is a different section):

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More About

Background Story 🔥

Creator's Note

Music 🔥

Stats 🔥

Color Palette 🔥

Timeline (+plus)

Moodboard

Featured in

Alignment Charts (+plus)

Relations 🔥

Outfits

Attribute Sliders (+plus)

Favorites

Inventory

Life Stages

Trivia (+plus)

Fire emoji appears to indicate the most popular sections. I just put one on for this quick little review. Back to many screenshots.

The following are Advanced Settings

(What the fuck is "compliment bombed" in the first place???)

... I went to fill this in with some barebones Mort information and then resized the window. It immediately erased everything I'd just written. That's not very promising at all, actually!!!! (Will be doing similar things on mobile/app later.) When I resized the window with the "Preset" section open, I could no longer close it using the... y'know, close button. I had to put it back to a size where I was able to click off (the darkened original screen, not the preset window) instead.

So I finished, hit "publish," and then resized the window.

Even though I had to click off the window here, too, it looks like it did post anyway! Just don't resize your window in the middle of actually making the character, then, and you should be fine. No images needed, even!

You can see the final results without signing up, so here you go: link

Oh shit there's a dark mode! Also here's my profile, if you didn't click on it way up there (while using dark mode with the creations tab collapsed):

Here's the smaller one (it appears choosing "prefer not to say" or not picking an age range doesn't stick, I've tried that like three times):

I'm going to keep it on dark mode because I'm old. Anyway, here's the "edit profile" options from the teeny tiny pencil on the top of the banner:

Pronouns are not available to input during sign up, but they are, here. You can just write whatever you want.

The age stuff you get when you sign up, but you can change it here, so here's what those options look like:

So here's what it looks like after putting all those in (and adding my Tumblr):

The "about" section is empty. Write whatever you want, there. I haven't written anything, but instead of clicking "cancel" I clicked "edit" again, and it did the same thing.

That's just about all the profile really has to offer. The account settings, in the gear icon on the left and above the dark mode toggle, has these options (I'm out of pictures but I don't think I need any more anyway):

Your Account: password, username, and email. There do not appear to be any limits to username changes off the rip.

Email Settings: choose whether you'd like to accept emails at all, receive "daily notification roundups," or receive "event roundups."

Enter a Code: they have? Codes? Idk, basic code-here page.

Content Preferences: there's a "General" header but... there's only the general settings available. "Show Mature content: By checking this box, I acknowledge that I am 18 years old or older. (link to content guidelines)" and "Mark my entire profile as Mature: This restricts your profile visibility to adults only. By selecting this you confirm that you are 18 years old or older.(see content guidelines for definition of Mature)

Blocked Users: I assume it's just a standard list of blocked users because I haven't blocked anyone yet lol

My Storage Space: this opens a window titled "My Image Storage Space" with a cloud save icon before the text. There's a rounded box beneath. You get 5GB of image storage for free, and this is indicated through a bar in the box, with the text "0 GB of 5 GB (0%) used" above the bar. Beneath the box is smaller text that reads "Uploads for Posts, Events, FanArt & Decorations don't affect storage." There's a shill box beneath for the subscription services. There's an extra gap here.

Report a Problem: "Please complete and submit the form below to report any issue or violation that you encounter. Our team will swiftly address your concerns to make your experience with CharacterHub better." Profile URL is optional, and report reasons are free-write. "If you're reporting something on the site, please report the message, post, character, or content directly. We can review much faster if you do." and "Please share all useful details and links when possible. We cannot accept screenshots as proof, only stuff on the site or original source links." There's another gap here

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I'm gonna end the post here because it's fuckass long and I need to take a break. Anyway, this is the BRAND NEW USER EXPERIENCE ON DESKTOP FOR CHARACTERHUB!

Come back in MANY HOURS for an update on whatever the fuck unlocks then, I guess? I haven't the foggiest what "events" entails on this site.

#characterhub #review #let me know if you want me to go over anything else on the sidebar or whatever #very long post #like i am not kidding if you haven't opened it it's SO FUCKING LONG #there's 30 images and a thorough overview of the character creation process #I haven't even done everything

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m1ckeyb3rry · 3 months ago

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First of all AYO THEME CHANGE??? Waittt I’m loving the gold accents it looks so clean and classy!!

The chin shot is actually my villain moment like hello???? Ok but the thing is like his hair COULD be worse like in terms of drawing it shouldn’t be all that different from shidou Barou or even zantetsu…like cmon there’s just a bit of shape tweaking but if all those artists on twitter can do it surely the animation studio can….smh they’re really just keeping us in suspense

FRR I remember thinking how well all the feather details were done in the animation too like….I remember playing the rio version of angry birds too HAHA

No definitely….like a good art style definitely helps with attention grabbing but if the story is really ass or not my style I won’t hesitate to drop it LOL

Sweetheart asshole and years of pining go hand in hand LMAOO truly the ultimate trope honestly there’s just so much potential for angst and sweet moments with it and opportunities for making things complicated and intricate and multilayered shshsgsjsj

OHHHHHHH that explains a lot actually. There’s no way I’d ever see bakugo and Karasu having anything in common except for gravity defying hair maybe….heah the gravel plus the like weird in between pitch of where his voice sits really throws me off but yeah maybe if we hear him say something other than “you schmoes” it’ll be better LMAO I’m lowk about to go do the same thing and rewatch with the dub just to see how everyone sounds now I’m curious

OK GOOD LMAOOO because I literally could not think of anyone else who I thought would fit the criteria lovable jerk nagi is so real his sassy moments that are still so like…nagi-like in nature are my favs LOL him just saying with a straight face “why do you suck” LMAOOO

Wait that’s so real though if he just hadn’t pissed off everyone he would’ve just breezed through everything LMFAOOOOOO like you just tripled your workload my man….emo Reo so true I think I only fully enjoy him when he’s finally doing things on his own so like up to manshine vs bm where nagi calls him back (smh)

LMAO ITS A STRUGGLE there’s lowk some scenes of Isagi that look >>>>> but HAHAHSGAHAHAH IM CRYING THE HEIGHT COMMENT so true compared to most others in bllk he’s sooooo short it’s so funny

I remember Barou looking very weird at first LMAO truly got the npc villain treatment until he joined isagis team

Ok also did you see the recent chapter LMAO

- Karasu anon

YESSS I FINALLY GAVE IN AND CHANGED IT hehe i rlly like the gold too!! it’s so bright which after having a darker theme for a while feels so refreshing 🤩 and yay that’s the vibe i was going for!!

no fr his hair is not any worse than barou’s gravity defying nonsense…i think it makes sense for the background shots that he’s not there because if you dim/blur them enough then yuki hiori and otoya can reasonably look like npcs because they have v basic haircuts but karasu’s haircut just screams “relevant character” KDJFJDK but yeah that chin shot was so evil…like wdym everyone else gets full torso shots at least and karasu only gets his bllk icon??? TARGETED (also wait slightly unrelated but the day that isagi’s “he’s a villain 😰” line abt karasu gets animated i’m going to laugh so hard because like karasu is just a silly dumb baby pls 😭) maybe they’re trying to build him up as someone scary?? he’s kinda the main antagonist of third selection (alongside shidou but in a diff way) and isagi’s main opponent in the game especially because he picks out isagi to bully so they’re making him rlly mysterious and scary 🤔 also idk there’s some scenes of him in the background of the last ep in season two and they did not do his hair justice LMAOAOAOA also it being blue in the anime throws me off so bad because i am a black hair/purple eyes karasu truther so him being a blue + blue combo is so ugh to me…like TAKE THE BLUE + BLUE COMBO AWAYYYY FROM KANESHIRO!! wdym kiyora isn’t going to have the burgundy plus dark hair anymore it looks so good and now he’s just another blue haired blue eyed emo 😭💔

RIO ANGRY BIRDS WAS MY SHIT omg i loved angry birds when i was younger…convinced we are the same person actually like the amt of link ups we keep having is crazy

reading manhwa is insanely hard there truly are so few good ones…like how are there a bazillion manhwa out there but none of them have the exact trope i want?? i need the creativity to come through asap because some of these artists are wasting their hard work on the most boring midtier formulaic stories EVERRR 😭

i actually would recommend the dub solely because there’s a lot of jokes (mostly from nagi and chigiri) that the sub doesn’t have so it adds a much more humorous vibe to it!! like there’s a specific scene which i don’t remember being in the sub version that i literally had to rewind where barou is yelling at nagi in the background and he’s like “don’t talk back 😡” and NAGI LITERALLY JUST MOCKS HIM LIKE “dOn’T TaLk bAcK 😒” FJKSJS I LOST IT…they definitely decided to follow the spirit of the interactions instead of going for word for word translations so it feels like everyone’s a lot sillier!! there’s actually a lot of isagi sass too which made me like him much more than i did 😭 if you do end up watching keep me posted abt your thoughts 🫡 i think imo best dub voices in terms of fitting their characters have to be niko, anri, and reo ☝🏻 i actually also really liked that they made chigiri sound more masculine because it made him feel like more than just “girl insert of bllk” which is how a lot of people in the fandom tend to see him (side note rewatching the show helped me remember i love chigiri i just don’t like chigiri fans HAHA)

YESSS i think the only one that could’ve worked would be rin kind of?? considering i started bllk for him and wrote cherry tree abt him…i feel like i got on the nagi train way too fast though so rin never got to be a fav for very long 😩 and yes nagi’s lovable socially awkward jerk persona is sooo >>> i think he stands out because unlike most lovable jerks his delivery is so deadpan that you don’t even register he’s actually a shithead until much later 😭 like so many people don’t realize that he is the one talking the most trash CONSISTENTLY forget abt karasu otoya barou rin and isagi (i mean isagi def has him beat on field but off field he’s nice so it doesn’t count) NAGI is the true asshole of bllk 😰 like wdym he pulls up to a game and asks barou if he’s been practicing kneeling?? THAT IS VILEEEE but he just says it so 😐 that it’s just like oh okay…forgetting this man is a gamer like yk he has evil shit stored away in the back of his mind that he just doesn’t release because he’s apparently a “pacifist”

i love reo in epinagi the most i think!! mostly because we really see his true personality show there and he’s actually just dramatic (him crashing out while talking to zantetsu will never not be funny) and a show off but he also is such a sweetheart?? i need team v reo back NOWWW that’s def his best era 😭💔

there’s some panels/scenes where i get the vision but tbh sometimes in his rlly good panels he just looks like an off brand rin 😭 like if i’m going to like one of them it would just be rin atp because canon rin is actually hilarious and would probably lose it if you rightfully call him emo so i could def make it work in at least a humorous context 🤩 meanwhile isagi would just be like “what does emo mean ❔ do you mean EGO ❔ wait…let me adapt to this…” jkjk but also am i 🤨

no they literally did barou so dirty that i was genuinely surprised when he came back?? like right before the game against team v when isagi goes to ask barou for help i was like “wtf why is he here” because i thought he was just going to be a baddie of the week that was never shown again fsr 😭 as soon as he joined isagi’s team he glowed up though!! and he’s been getting better and better in the manga (him in u20 and bm vs ubers 🤤)…honestly barou best character because why is every single duo he’s in iconic?? like him and isagi, him and nagi, him and aiku, etc it’s insane he just has an amazing dynamic with every character he interacts with 🤩 to the point that i think he’s the only character who’s had an actual meaningful dynamic with his nel coach too!! not that he’s aware of it LMAOAOA but barou + snuffy is leagues better than isagi + noel noa, chigiri/reo/nagi + chris prince, bachira + lavinho, and rin/shidou + loki

YESS I DID!! mini nagi and karasu appearances 🥹 it’s been so long since we saw nagi in the manga so even if it’s just in isagi’s imagination it was nice to see him mentioned LMAOO also erm my “get rin therapy” thoughts from the u-20 match still hold true HAHAHA like yes it’s good for soccer but this whole berserker thing cannot be good for his mental health 😭 i’m excited to see what happens in the next chapter!! ik a lot of people think the title means rin is going to surpass isagi so bad that they’re no longer rivals but idk if that would quite make sense to me?? like it would just feel odd idt one goal/one chapter would be enough for rin to feel as though he’s crushed isagi well enough for them to not be rivals anymore…personally hoping that it’s referencing a kaiser and isagi team up because that feels like it’s been foreshadowed more/feels more natural imo (like the enemy of my enemy is my friend kind of vibe) plus it would be nice if like their final game is the whole team working together even if it’s begrudgingly 😰 but who knows i will trust kaneshiro on this one!! i haven’t rlly been majorly disappointed in anything with bllk yet (mostly just the way people read/analyze it) so i have faith it’ll cook

#answered asks

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voidcallrs · 1 year ago

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A B O U T.

BEATRIZ VOIDCALLER ; QUIET WRITER OF EPITATHS, HERO OF NOTHING.

b a s i c s.

NAME, (first, last). beatriz, voidcaller. (chosen surname, unknown true surname.) ALIASES. "the wizard", "young wizard", the scion of bartleby, the divine paradox, "spellbinder", "wanderer of worlds", "tainted one". DATE OF BIRTH. unknown. AGE. 22. GENDER. female, she/they, feminine titles. ORIENTATION. pansexual, though they find this unimportant. ETHNICITY/RACE. human. BIRTHPLACE. beyond the spiral, earth (of latin american origin). OCCUPATION. "the wizard", "divine paradox", "friend of nothing".

p h y s i c a l.

SPECIES. human, partially semi-divine/eldritch being (due in part of becoming the divine paradox). HEIGHT. 165cm / 1.68m / 5'5" BUILD. plus-sized weight. rounder, plush/pudgier body (specifically seen in upper arms, legs, and torso- essentially a fuller hourglass shape). round face. long legs. slouchier stance. SKIN. tan, rosy/pink undertones. very small, tiny scars in places that see a lot of movement/use (ie. hands/arms/knees/legs). small burn scar on both hands (as a result of star magic experimentation). EYES. deep, dark brown that appears essentially black. heavy lids, giving the appearance of someone who has not seen sleep in a long time. heavy eyebags. eyelashes are always naturally thick and curled. HAIR. a wavy short bob-like style that flares out upwards in the back at about neck length. two side pieces frame the sides of her face. blunt straight bangs across her face. hair color is a dark maroon/red. OTHER. across the majority of her body are little moles/beauty marks; mostly prevalent on her arms and back. her face features a prominent beauty mark on her left cheek.

M E N T A L.

BASIC TRAITS. reserved, caring, idealist, introverted, blunt, cordial/respectful. PERSONALITY TYPE. infj-t, the advocate. thoughtful, sensitive (though they do not personally realize this). driven by success, perfectionist, always going above and beyond, despite all odds- even to a fault and to the detriment of their own health. ALIGNMENT. chaotic good. kind and benevolent. acts in her own best interest but always strives to do good for herself and others (for the most part, however, always puts others before herself). distrusting of authority figures/world powers, but only after being let down by them on multiple occasions. SPEECH. low, deep pitch. monotone. words come out clearly and enunciated. has almost a husky quality to her speech. voice claim is maria from silent hill 2. LANGUAGES. spiral standard tongue (fluent), earth-world english and spanish (fluent), knows enough of each different world's tongue to be able to get by in conversation (she's a history buff so she's studied different languages).

#about.

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sleepyboozzz · 8 months ago

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I forgot about shapeshift fakie here some information about them

Meet fake shapeshift Pepino this character was made back in because I want to be part of the fandom form I guess Plus it makes this character looks cool and this character can shape to any person since it doesn't have a face and copy their voice movement in memories typically this character is pretty shy so be the first thing to notice if you're trying to tell which one's apart this one can copy any person or anything and I mean living Not Dead well it can do the dead it just won't do the Decay part technically this person is made for copying Peppino and taking over his business but it never worked because it was too shy and too nervous around people it sort of like an anxiety it has it has little antennas and it said that he can lift up out of its brain typically these are used to sense danger or food nearby this character was made to do evil but this character was too shy and nice and chubby for it technically you wouldn't be able to get 5 ft away with it without it hiding behind you from a different thing this thing really does like to be hold even though it's like a good 10 ft of bigger than you it still wants your attention it's mostly caring and loving and does not want to cause harm it'd probably be scared of you more than you are of it and typically it has a lot of trauma so it doesn't really find itself being mean more like scared it loves everything it can read right it doesn't really talk as much it mostly be sleeping in a corner and it was a little smaller back then his original height was five three but actually now I remembered it was 10 ft tall instead you know the copy when every other Pepino faker you know to make it make more sense this one typically wouldn't even try to hurt you if you try to hurt it it definitely would accept or try to hide from you it does handle emotions really hard I mean this thing would start falling out the movie Titanic it's actually does not like horror movies because it will never sleep for weeks until you comfort it and convince that things not real this thing does have claws it very gentle with them though it would not scratch anything and technically this thing does have one eye to see but it does not have the rest of the facial face years since it's like a hole so if you stick your hand in there you're probably going to come out with black goo on your hand so technically it does have some features of itself but it does like to show it likes to do shapeshifting sometimes because it can play pranks and jokes but doesn't really do it for jokes it doesn't to take over some people's shift or when anyone's sick that works in the pizzeria it takes over their place so they don't see missing to know that he'll tell that they're not the same person just from them fidgeting sometimes another thing the hair can grow long or short they can make it change color or anything as long as it's the hair or the body Ted please sometimes it would change into the character so it will comfort you or do other things with you if you wanted it to but mostly it would come for you and pleasure you with joy and it's Comfort hug technically can take some depression out of your life it's more cat like it will purr and and rub all over you for its affection but mostly likes to do bear hugs and mostly has jupy hands when it's upset or scared but mostly it has normal hands it's arms are black because of an experiment that failed to complete his arm sort of has slime mucus arms so as you know this character does a mouth to eat it's actually has to switch out its eye just to eat food so it does that sometimes technically it is incredibly cuddly person so it will smother you in love no matter what you do and that's all and I will take a question on which peppino character I will make for you that's all from me goodbye and good night

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jean-does-not-have-a-horseface · 4 years ago

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How bout a fic a levi x civilian baker? Reader finds him intimidating at first but as time goes by she get to know him and slowly falls in love with levi. Likes his cleanfreakiness, obsession with tea, his gentleness, how he treats his comrades etc. Reader sees his softer side, hidden under the gruffiness and glares. The setting could be scouts relaxing in a small bakery x teashop every dayoff they get and/or reader donates bread for the scouts? Just a peaceful love story❤ with funny banters❤

This has been in my inbox for months but I only now found some inspiration to write it (I'm basically baking stuff every single day so maybe that's why) anon, if you're still out there I'm sorry for the long wait, I hope this is what you wanted.

Pairing: Levi/ Reader

Tags: fluff, canonverse

Loaves of Love

It all started with a young brunette soldier who had been awestruck by your shop's enamoring display. With her shaky hands and her oily teenage skin pressed against the shiny glass while a streak of drool run down her face.

You had been waxing some tables to start the day with, your feet much swollen and numb by the long standing position when you noticed her; big, round brown eyes that were swooning over the loaf of garlic bread you had placed at the shelf on display were blinking rapidly between you and the object of her desire. She seemed to ignore the voices that we calling out to her as she was fixated on the streaks of smoke that danced in the air, rubbing a tiny area in the glass as if she longed to caress the loaf like a lover.

You couldn't help but crack a smile.

If there was one word that could be used to describe the bakery shop you were working for that word would be 'delicious'.

Or so you wanted to believe.

Your uncle, the owner of the shop and a top baker in Trost, had poured a lot of money to it's renovation after the store was trashed by the breachinf of the walls. It was profoundly evident element in the store that could be found anywhere from the elegant stalls and shelves that were filled with different types of bread and numerous plates of traditional pastries, to the most divine and fine glass that shone on every large window.

The wooden floors were polished to perfection, and twice a day at that, by your uncle's command, and all the tables at the restroom area of the store were cleaned meticulously every single morning. It was a necessary policy of your uncle's; a clean store attracted more customers which meant more income, and thus more independent financial stability for you through a bigger wage. One that you didn't have to split in half with your brother.

Until that day came though, you were stuck with scrubbing and waxing the tables each and every morning.

Wiping down the excess residue of wax, you eyed your brother, noticing how he was setting up loaves of bread neatfully over the caramel brown baskets, carefully making sure he didn't mix up the different breadths of bread. You brother noticed, smiling at you in return and you pointed out to the young brunette whou wouldn't seem to get her face off of your display window.

"She's cute."

"Oh my god Beau, she must be so young you gross little shit."

"The scouts have had their income reduced once again." He announced. "That's why the poor girl is drooling. They're looking for a new bakery to take up their orders too."

"Oh."

"Yeah and uncle said we should do it."

You gave a hard eye with puckered lips to your brother as he voiced that, letting a long sigh escape you. He replied with a side smileand brought his hands to his hair, shipping his locks back before searching for the little hair band in the pocket of his apron. By the time you laid eyes on the small brunette, you noticed that her friends we're accompanying her. You pressed your lips together as you eyed the group of teens, half smiling at them in any case they could see you through the glass. One of them shook his head to the side, shyly blushing as his wide eyes were instantly hidden by his blond bangs.

The were all oggling the display with eyes as wide as the brunettes, You guessed, as your brother had said that they must have been rather hungry; Scouts never really have a big budget nonetheless, and your heart skipped a beat at the paleness on the teenagers' faces, the mere thought of them not having eaten anything for breakfast was more fearful than looking a Titan in the eye.

So, by setting down your table waxing kit, you wiped your hands at your apron and rushed to the small stall that your brother was leaning on.

"Beau, do me a favor and step aside please." You spoke as you marched to him and the hem of your skirt flapped over your ankles.

"Wait, what?"

"I'm feeding the kids."

"(Y/n), they're not stray dogs you know."

"Fine giving them some bread, whatever." You scoffed.

"Uncle's gonna be mad."

"As if I care. I didn't ask to be a baker and work here, plus less loaves means it's on demand."

Your brother sighed at you and slowly shook his head a couple of times. You didn't miss the sly smile that he hid once he burried his face to the palm of his hand, just like he didn't miss the cooking of your eyebrow as you smirked victoriously at him. Taking a complete turn to the opposite direction from the one you were facing you pushed your brother aside and kneeled down to the shelves on the inside of that cashier stall where numerous tote bags laid, folded neatly, ready to accommodate any of your costumer's orders.

You quickly grabbed one, and jounced it open in the air.

Your eyes shot to the teens that still stood before the display, now trying to pull their friend away from it, and hurriedly grabbed a few medium sized loaves in your hands. Once you filled the bag with more loaves than the number of teens you took a quick turn again, your feet stomping the mahogany tiles of the floor underneath you.

"Hello!" Your costumer friendly cheerful voice chatted.

"Ah agagagagagaga!" The brunette from before panicked as she turned to you, her hands stood confused before her chest.

"Hey miss" The tallest of the group, an ashy blond boy, spoke back to you. "We're sorry were standing here like bunch of idiots-"

"Speak for your self Jean! I feel in love with that loaf!"

"Sasha stop being such a glutton!" A girl with ebony hair spoke.

"Oh no it's fine, I just got these for you."

With steady hands a compressee smile on your face you extended the bag to Sasha's direction, the material flapping as it hung from your grip. Sasha's eyes shit wide open, they glimmered with tension and her mouth fell agape as she went to scream at you. Another boy, one with a buzzcut, quickly got his hands on her, linking his elbows inside hers as he wiggled his right palm to her mouth, ready to stop whatever sound the girl wanted to utter.

"Thank you! Please don't give food to Sasha so bluntly, she will bite your hand off." The ashy blonde told you and took a grip of the beige straps of the tote bag. His hand wiggled inside, grabbing a small loaf and he brought it to his nose to smell it before placing it into Sasha's hands.

"You bastars, did you just smell something that was a gift?"

"It smelled good Eren." The boy greeted his teeth.

"Not very accepting of you, she's giving us their most popular bread and the first thing you do is smell it?"

"You've been very annoying today Eren don't test me."

"Eren?" You said, shaking your head in disbelief "Eren Yeager? As in the kid who can turn into a Titan?"

Eren oggled his eyes in yours, marching a foot forward so he could come into a better view and opened his mouth to speak by flapping his lips together. You couldn't help but let out a giggle as you watched Jean roll his eyes at him before taking a step back and tapping Connie's shoulders in order to tell him to unhand Sasha. Any other group of teens would have annoyed you, but these young scouts in particular were known faces of the front lines and over the newspapers at some occasions. You couldn't really hold a grudge to teenagers with issues bigger than yours, you gave them that.

"Yes I am that-"

"Brats."

"I am that brat, what?"

Eren looked around in confusion, questionimg the words that had just left his mouth. You chuckled at him briefly, closing your eyes in the funny of the situation before shooting them open once again as you laid them on the person who had spoke over Eren.

Captain Levi. You almost gasped absurdly loud at the realisation.

Raven hair that shone with a strobe under the early morning light, a porcelain complecion to contrast it, a heart shaped face and narrow almond eyes with thick lashes, a nose that looked like it had been sculped by gods with uttmost delicacy and thin, a pair assymetrical lips that were pressed into a pout. He truly looked better that anyone you had even seen from up close and you found yourself choking with unsaid words as his gunmetal gaze was fixed on you.

"Are you the owner of the store?" He said bluntly, the question reminding you more of a statement.

"Ah, I'm, I'm not! My uncle is and-"

"See I told you he intimidates women!" Connie whispered to Sasha as she stuffed another bite of garlic bread into her mouth, earning a sharp glare from the captain. The duo burst in laughter shortly after the captain turned his gaze from them and you watched as he rolled his eyes at them while digging his lips under his teeth to sink them in his mouth.

"Speak up, my nails don't exactly smell like what you want to say."

You eyed him in confusion, struck by the bluntness of his sarcasm. Still you managed to gather your thoughts with a single inhale. "My uncle is the owner of the bakery, feel free to come in, I'll give fetch him."

"Hm"

With a nod the short man agreed to your proposal, fixing the waist height camel jacket on his chest. It was the beginning of a warm day in Trost, that was for sure and you could see the soldiers around you tense inside their attire slighty. The captain bored his eyes into yours once again as you gestured you to get into the store before him.

Sighing, you entered the the store, giving your brother a wide eyed look before with an awkward smile that vanished in a matter of seconds. You quickly checked to see that the group of teens were lazing out of the bakery, not bothering to follow their captain, as they chit chat they with each other quite loudly.

"Hi, have a seat captain, what can we get you? Something to drink? Or eat? " Your brother greeted from behind the stall, giving the gloomy captain an ear to ear grin.

"Just black tea. Unsweetened."

The captain waved off his hand as he took a seat on a dim lit table and you noticed as his body sank in the chair momentarily. A soft smile over came your features as you stared at him, taking in his bulky form as streaks of light peaked over him, inevitably bathing him in warm morning colors. His finger traced over the table, rubbing softly in a small area as if reluctantly inspecting it.

Of course, you were aware of his antics; many fellow shop owners would compete on who would get to provide captain Levi with his cleaning supplies on his monthly stroll around the town to shop necessities. His mania with cleaning was something that probably unbeknownst to him was a big thing for anyone to his service or even swooning fangirls.

Oh, he had a few of them.

Now, you could see why.

He stood so gloomyon his own, carrying such a mysterious aura around him. With his sleek hand holding the side of his face while being balled up in a tight fist, with his navy gray button down shirt and the knee length boots. Despite being as short as most people said, a fact you were trying to get in your head, because you've only seen him from afar and on his horse, he was still rather bulky, with thighs that were barely restrained by the straps of his gear. With biceps that flexed tight in his jacket.

Shoot, he kind if was a little dreamy, you weren't going to lie.

"Are you going to fetch our uncle or shall I give you a day off to drool over the captain?"

Oh, your brother was always quick to call you out on the bare minimum.

"Fine, fine. I'm off. By the walls."

Okay, yeah, so what if you found the captain a little dreamy, it wasn't going to hurt anyone.

.....

Thinking about your cleaning routine you had concluded that at this point you didn't know if this bakery smelled like the delicious fluffiness of freshly baked bread or sanitary products. People really seemed to compliment you on both nevertheless, whether on individual or collective level. You were simply happy about how most seemed to enjoy their experience at your bakery.

Most, but mostly him.

Captain Levi of the Scouts. He was a regular at your shop for, give or take, three months now. And you couldn't be more happy about it.

Just like today, he was usually dropping by on Mondays, each and every time with a new book in hand, dressed in casually formal attires, that mostly consisted of the same onyx suit and a dress shirt that sat too tight on his petrocals. Your brother would tease you afterwards, making snarkly comments about how you were flirting shamelessly with him, and you'd brush him off with a reply on how unresponsive the man was to anything.

Not convinced with the silly things you told yourself, you brother stood with his back against the bread shelves, grinning victoriously as the little bell of the store rang when the mighty captain slipped inside the store silently. You shit him a glare, a harsh furrowed glare before eyeing the apron that was hanging right next to him. Catching the signal, your brother grabbed the article and rouched it in his hands before tossing it to you.

"The usual?" You smiled slightly at Levi.

"Mhm"

Setting the apron over the bust of your dress, you drag your hands over the cotton front, pinching a few if the ruffles to perfection, then lowering your hands to the small of your back to idle with the straps of the waist in order to tie them in the perfect bow. The heels of your shoes clapped over the mahogany tiles of the floor as you run to the small kitchenette behind that cashier stall, just a few meters away from where your brother stood.

You bent down, then back up, examining the hangers in the area with a cocked eyebrow. Just where were your oven gloves?

"His apple pie is here," You brother said and you clapped a hand over your mouth "I took it out of the oven while you were drooling at him."

"No, oh my god! Is it baked?"

"Would I taken it out if it wasn't?"

You didn't reply. Instead, you chose to fixate your attention at the jars of tea that rested on the top shelf of the kitchenette. The choices weren't many, of course, your store wasn't exactly a tea shop or a coffee shop, the small variety of beverages you had only existed in order to help people digest their pastries better. Nothing too fancy. Yet, for Levi, you had spent days collecting some of the chamomile outside your house, you had tried drying red forests fruits, hell you had even tried making jasmine tea for him.

And for what?

Maybe the look on his face when you'd present him with a new tea blend was all the satisfaction you could use. Actually, that was the only thing it should be; the happiness of a service worker as their costumer enjoyed consuming their product, the fact that it made them come back, maybe the fact that despite not liking sweets they welcomed your pastries without objection.

But it wasn't just that. You knew, your brother knew, maybe even Levi knew and he pitied you.

You had fallen in love with Captain Levi. You had tried your best to supress it, to put it in a box, lock it and dig a hole twenty feet under the ground and bury it so light wouldn't see it again. Him and you weren't possible and you were more than aware ever since the very first day. Still, you had found him becoming so familiar to you in the little times you had seen him that you felt like you couldn't help yourself.

"Are you going to stand there for long? The kettle has been whistling for a long while now."

"Uhh, yes, yeah."

Shaking your thoughts out of your head you fixed your eyes on the whistling kettle. You took another step closer to it and since there wasn't any heat protecting glove in sight, you grabbed the length of your apron in your hand before wrapping your palm around the mettalic handle. You poured the hot water carefully into a large porcelain teapot, through the small almond tea brew that you had previously arranged onto the infuser.

"Don't have that face..."

"What face?" You asked nonchalantly and places the teapot on a tray, right next to the small pot of apple pie.

"You know.. the face... the I'm sad about my boyfriend face."

"I don't have that face." You snarled "and he's not my boyfriend. Shut up before he can hear you."

Walking to a glass shielded cupboard, you slid the little door open and grabbed a matching cup to the teapot, setting it too onto the tray. From the corner of your eye you watched as your brother sighed and shook his head disappointed in you, but you brushed it off quickly; you just wanted to give Levi his order, you'd have all day to endure your brother's teasing after the man of your desire left.

"Hello"

Levi's eyes shimmered as light splashed onto them; the little blue circles on the outer edge of his irises shone a different hue today, one that didn't accentuate the darkness of his eyebags, though it still was enigh to merge with how soft his time was to you.

"Hi" You pressed your lips together "here you go, almond tea and your apple pie."

"Ah, ye-yes, the apple, the apple pie."

Was he, by any chance, stuttering?

You glanced to the left and then to the right, then back to Levi again. Pressing your hand to his forehead didn't seem like a good idea, mostly because you respected his personal space and also because the man was quite fond of being obsessed over cleaningness and maybe your hands weren't clean enough for his standards. Or it could also be that you were overall too awestruck to do anything other than lean down closer to him, bum popping in the air, as your knees remained unbent.

"Is everything alright Captain?"

Had you been dense, you would have missed the way his eyes were magnetized by the action, and consequentially get back to your standing position. Levi quickly cleared his throat though and closed his eyes, brushing the happening off as if it had never happened.

"Yes, I'm, I'm good, just a little" He cough again "Isn't it a bit warm here?"

"Ah, yes, I mean it is a furnace. Anyways I'll leave you to your book."

"No you're welcome to-" Levi begun and his hand traced over the black leather cover of the book.

"What was that?"

"I said, you're welcome. And call me Levi, cut the shitty formalities."

As you turned on your heels to walk to your brother, you felt your heart skip not one, but numerous beats. Quickly, you left the tray on the counter before your brother and rushed to the back room of the store, desperate to hide the embarrassing joy you were feeling. You squatted down on a dim lit spot just behind a few sacks of flour and buried your face in your hands.

Nonetheless you sighed, setting your gaze at one sack of flour before you that was filled to the top, hoping the the neat white color would help you calm down. Why did it have to even be like this? With a deep sigh you put your hands over your knees and unbent them, your body willingly standing up as you wiped your eyebrow with the flat of your palm.

Your head was probably throbbing just as much as your heart.

You felt guilty that you experienced such emotions in the first place. You had been too eager to wear your heart upon your sleeve when it came to Levi that you ignored that most of your interactions rolled as awkwardly as this one.

Maybe that's why he stuttered.

Maybe he even had someone he had feelings for just like you had for him.

Maybe..

Maybe...

Maybe....

You kept repeating the word inside your head until it became a mushy pile of goo that stuck to a crevice of your mind and prevented it from functioning correctly. All you knew was that you had to finish baking the weekly amount loaves the scouts had ordered you. And that's what you set as your task. With your uncle nowhere near the store at this -ungodly for him- hour you walked to the enormous tin in which he kept the dough you were looking for.

All you had to do was shape it into loaves and bake it. Easy and soul mending.

It should be something that could keep your mind off of him for a long while.

.....

The sun shone a bright orange as it spilled from the small windows of the room, bathing the the enormous amount of loaves you had baked as they rested inside the deckles you had placed them in. The warmth of this evening was beyond bearable and combined with the heat of the furnace you could feel your cheeks going numb to the excessive heat.

A droplet of sweat run down your forehead, lukewarm as it was when it formed to the top of your hairline, freshening up a little ribbon over your skin. With the back of your hand covered by the edge of your apron you wiped it away, leaving your skin complaining over the harsh, erratic movement.

"I think your boyfriend is waiting for you."

You turned your head to your left when you heard the tomed down voice. Your brother, was leaning against doorframe of the workshop, his hands crossed and pressed sturdily across his chest, his hip pressing against the casing of the door. There was this warm expression all over his face, that little teasing glimmer that flickeres in his eyes as the light of the sunset painted him orange as well.

"For the last time," You furrowed your brows and looked away. "he's not my boyfriend. And he's free to stay here for as long as he wants."

"Please with how slow things between him and you are going I'm going to have to ask him to ask for your hand in marriage."

Just what you needed.

"Beau. No."

"(Y/n). Yes." He smiled at you once you rolled your eyes "Anyways, he's waiting to help you get the loaves to the Scouts Headquarters. Because I have a date to attend to."

You didn't speak, you didn't even throw your brother a glance as the words left his mouth. You simply furrowed your brows together painfully over your shut eyes and puckered your lips. Your hands reached to your bum, wiping down any residue of flour to the pleats of your skirt ithout giving it a second thought.

"Fine. I hope this isn't one of your match making tricks."

Your brother smiled and tucked a stray strand of hair behind his ear. You already knew what his answer was going to be.

"Cross my heart and hope to die."

....

The big wooden table that hung from the balcony above it read "Uncle Ben's leather goods" in a big, cursive font, and by the looks of it, Levi had stopped by to retrieve something commissioned for him by his squad. You curiously peaked once or twice inside the store, as you leaned over the cart, the tips of your fingers rubbing lines along the thick wooden borders.

Had you taken the shortcut you had suggested the trip to the headquarters was no more than ten minutes. This evening though, since you were accompanied by the captain himself, taking a shortcut wasn't exactly a preferable option in your agenta, thus, you hadn't insisted on it.

When he finally exited the store with a tote bag hanging from his shoulder you realised you hadn't spent a lot of time waiting for him, still the little commotion in your heart begged you to cease every single moment you had alone with him

"Okay, time to head off to the headquarters" You said with a soft smile.

Levi hummed in response and walked to the back side of the cart. With steady hands he pressed onto it, his fingers flexing onto the metallic handles. He hung his head low, his shaggy bangs waving over his eyes a little before he turned his head again to look at you. Gunmetal orbs fell into yours with serenity, blinking ever so slowly.

"You seem to be into reading, Levi." You said, your eyes being the first ones to look away.

"Ah, yes, I couldn't enjoy reading in the past thus I am doing so now."

You found yourself in loss of words for the thousandth time this evening. You didn't know what exactly you had to say to that, seeing you had heard rumors about him being a former thug, though in your best judgment that would be an intensitive subject to bring up. Immediately, your brother came to your mind, he would not hesitate to pester you for days you if you didn't make any progress over crush now, would he?

Maybe asking for his favorite literature genre was the way to go with this.

"What's your favorite gen-"

"Can I tell you somethin-"

Levi blinked his eyes rapidly into yours and you giggled slightly at his confused face. The ravenette stared back and forth between the two of you with puckered lips, wondering who shall speak first.

"Go ahead Levi."

"The almond tea you're serving me is rather good. Care to tell me how to make it on my own?"

A shy smile came over you, still you felt the need to conceal it. You could see the headquarters peaking from the other buildings in the background, the cobblestone color of the building contrasting the violet of the sky only ever so slightly. You didn't have that much time left with Levi and that was a fact, so now wasn't the time to get all shy.

"I'll bring you a jar next week then. Just a small one though, or not!"

"No?" Levi said and cocked an eye brow at you.

His eyes were fixated on you again, his features bearing a soft expression that you couldn't exactly pinpoint, still it spread a little warmth inside you. Instinctively you run your eyes over your outfit. The only thing you found was as perfect as it was when you left your house in the morning was the top of your dress. You slightly fixed the cord that was holding the corset part of your dress tied, tucking it into where it had escaped from.

You didn't let him know you caught him staring, but by the way he was looking at you, maybe he didn't have a certain someone among the scouts.

Or were you just seeing what you wanted?

"Of course not, I'm not about to lose a regular at my store."

"A regular huh?" Levi questioned with that nasal undertone of his

You looked at the sky before you went to answer him. The evening breeze smeeled wondrously, mixed with the mouth watering aroma of the slightly season with garlic and poppy seeds bread, you could even say it was heavenly. The air wasn't as heavy and awkward as you had expected, rather, Levi was in a somewhat playful mood if you could place it correctly.

It struck you that he might have been like that because he was feeling the change in the atmosphere as well.

"Would you like to be more than a regular?" You paused "shoot never mind that"

"What was that? More than a regular?"

"Yes, a super regular!" You smiled slyly.

"If you keep spurting entertaining crap like that more often I might be tempted to become one."

Without realising it, you found yourself gaining confidence over the little territory you had conquered in the captain's mind. Every step you took that lead ultimately led you to the Headquarters was a proof of that. Levi seemed to be as bummed as you, he seemed to be flustered like a teen whose date had ended, you could see it now for some reason.

And when it came to you, your feet weren't shaky anymore, your voice wasn't the squeaky polite voice you'd put on for strangers. This was the first time in a long while where you felt like you could be yourself in Levi's presence and you couldn't help but hope there would be more instances like this.

"Here we are."

"Yes, here we are." Levi sighed, turning his face to look at you.

"I uhm, I'll help you get those in."

"No need to, I'll have the brats sweat for it, I haven't tortured them in a long while."

You couldn't help but laugh a little at that comment, though the bubbling sound died down immediately, bowing before the reality of your current situation. Your stroll around Trost had come to end. What an unfair way for your little walk to die.

Nevertheless your chest rose and fell as you looked at Levi, your heart pulping hard inside your chest. Heat rushed just under your skin, stinging you in millions of places at once as you contemplated on what to say next. You were going to speak, and very soon at that, just omge you found the words to do so.

"I'd like to see you again." You spoke, though you doubted this was the right choice of words.

"You see me every single week."

"Not like that!"

"Tch, then?" He clicked his tongue.

Your stomach turned. It twisted and turned and tied itself in a horrid knot; you couldn't just not panic. At his cocked brow, the little press of his lips, the way his eyes remained narrowed as the glared at you. On no, this was your doom for being bold before, wasn't it?

"Like this, but, without the bread."

You didn't miss the way his eyes softened at your words, frankly because it was a rather beautiful sight. The little creases of his eyes overlaoped each other, narrowing his gaze with a mellow tint that was gone as soon as you blinked. It only made you feel like you shouldn't blink again as to not miss his small reactions.

"Hmh, that can be arranged."

Honestly, you couldn't wait until then.

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full-of-roman-angst-trash · 2 years ago

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What is Home?

Summary: Roman and Remus run away from home after their parents threaten to put them in a boarding school. The two of them often got in trouble with the law for crimes like vandalism, stealing, and fighting, however now they have to adjust to living a crime-free life to avoid getting caught. They drive to another state and try to find an apartment to live in and jobs there. They eventually manage to find a relatively cheap apartment—their next-door neighbor then offers them a job at a store that his family owns. Once at the store they make a couple of friends, all while trying to get rid of their bad habits.

Masterpost Chapter 2

Chapter Warnings: Implied Neglect, Implied Abuse, Food Mentioned (If I missed any please tell me)

Age(s): Roman (16), Remus (16)

Roman looks out the window. They have no idea where exactly they are at the moment, all they know is that Remus has been driving for about two hours. They try to distract themselves by counting the trees passing by, despite the fact that they’re obviously going by too quickly.

They continued to try to distract themselves, but found the task virtually impossible. No matter how many trees they counted, or clouds they tried to shape, or road signs they've tried to quickly read, they just can’t seem to get their mind off of their home and the plan. They don’t understand why they’re having second thoughts.

They know why they had to leave. They helped make the plan and suggested that they go through with it as quickly as possible. This was the safest thing to do and they didn’t exactly have a lot of time to wait.

“Roman.”

The sudden talking snaps Roman out of their thoughts with a small jump. They take a deep breath and turn to their twin.

Despite being identical twins, Remus and Roman have always been easy to tell apart. For one, Roman is slightly tanner than their older brother. They also have freckles while Remus doesn’t. The older twin also happens to have a darker hair color then the other, though they both have the same curly hair. They do have the same brown eyes, though Roman has slightly bigger eyes. The biggest difference between the two twins is their heights.

As kids, the twins were around the same height; however, this changed when the twins were around 13-years-old. At this time, Remus began to grow taller and taller everyday while Roman’s growth was slower and less drastic. Currently, Remus is 6’3’’, 10 inches taller than their younger sibling.

“Yes?” They respond.

The older twin points to a sign on the road that shows the food places nearby, “Where do you want to eat? We need a break and I’m hungry.”

It was only when Remus mentioned food that Roman realized they’re hungry too. Afterall, they haven’t eaten anything since last night. They haven’t even stopped driving aside from once for some gas.

“I guess Waffle House works,” the other mumbles after thinking for a while. “It’s morning so we might as well have breakfast. Plus, it’s been a while since we’ve had decent pancakes, I forgot what they taste like.”

Remus lets out almost a bitter laugh and nods, “Alright. We’ll get there in like 10 minutes or so.”

The younger sibling just nods and looks out the window again. They want to voice their concerns to their older brother but they know that they’ll get a negative reaction.

It’s completely logical too. The two of them risked everything on this plan. They both knew that the second they got on the road, there’s no turning back as doing so would make their situation a million times worse. So any second thoughts could possibly be the thing that could unravel their entire plan.

“What’s wrong?” Remus asks, immediately knowing that there’s something off with his sibling.

This was something Roman was expecting. The two of them have always been able to read one another like books. While they can easily lie to anyone else, they’re never able to lie to one another. People have always told them it’s because they’re twins and have a special bond, but the two of them know the truth. The truth is they only trust one another, so they’re subconsciously vulnerable around one another. They don’t feel the need to pretend which in turn makes them into open books.

This ability to tell when each other is lying has often discouraged the twins from even attempting to lie to each other. There really was no need to try since they knew they would never get away with it.

Roman sighs shaking their head, “Can we talk about this later? I think I’m too tired to think straight at the moment.”

“Alright. But don’t think I’m going to forget about this or anything.”

Remus knows that his twin usually tries to get out of situations by pushing it aside until everyone forgets about it. This is something they often do with their parents or at school. It usually works too, that’s why they use it so often to avoid certain conversations. It’s even worked on Remus a few times.

The shorter sibling sighs, “I know you won’t.”

For the rest of the ride to the Waffle House was silent. It wasn’t that they didn’t have anything to say, it was more like no one knew how to voice their thoughts. They both had so much they knew they should say, but they just didn’t have the courage to break the silence. Besides, both of them knew that their thoughts would just make the rest of the car ride uncomfortable and tense.

Once they arrive at the restaurant the two of them get out of the car and walk in. It takes about 15 minutes or so before they are seated. The two of them order their food and start eating immediately once they receive it.

In the beginning they eat in silence, both of them too hungry to care for conversation. It was only when Remus was halfway done with his last pancake when he decided he was ready to bring up a topic that he knew needs to be addressed.

“Roman,” he starts, looking up at his shorter sibling, “You’re having second thoughts, right? That’s what’s been bothering you, am I correct?”

The freckled-faced teen sighs, “Yeah, I have had a few second thoughts.”

Roman stops eating and puts their fork down. They let out a sigh and close their eyes for a minute or two. After some thinking they open their eyes again and look up before continuing to talk.

“But, I know we have to do this so don’t think you have to lecture me or anything.”

The taller teen shakes his head, “I’m not going to lecture you, Ro. I just thought I’ll reassure you a bit,” he starts poking at his food, “If I’m being honest, I’m having some second thoughts.”

This shocked the tanner twin, “Really? You’ve had second thoughts too?”

“Yeah, but we can’t stop now,” Remus says in a slightly more determined tone, “I promised I would get you out of that household and set us free. I plan to fulfill that promise. Plus, it’s too late to turn back now. They’ve probably already realized we are gone so if we go back now, we’ll be in a lot of trouble.”

Roman nods and mumbles quietly, “I know.”

There’s another silence as the two of them thought about their home. Their parents have never exactly been the best. It was obvious to pretty much anyone who has met the twins. In fact, their family has always been a topic of conversation in their hometown.

Roman and Remus are infamous where they live due to the fact that they often misbehave. They’ve gotten in trouble with the law before, been taken to alternative school, and have even been put in troubled youth programs. Due to this fact, they know that many people in their town won’t be surprised when the news breaks out that they’ve run away. In fact, the two have already tried running away a handful of times, this is just their most successful attempt so far.

“Where are we going to stay until we find a permanent place to live?” Roman speaks up as they finish their food, “I don’t want to stay in a runaway shelter again.”

The older brother nods, “Don’t worry we won’t be staying in a runaway shelter or anything. Last time was bad enough. I know a few people we can stay with for a couple of days. We have to find jobs and get an apartment as quickly as we can though. I don't want to live with another person too long.”

“Okay, I’m fine with that,” the other says with a shrug, “I don’t really want to live with some stranger either. I want some peace and quiet in a house for once.”

Remus nods, “Okay well we should get going. Use the restroom now since we aren’t taking another break. I’ll go ahead and pay.”

“Alright. I’ll meet you outside then.”

Roman stands up and goes off to use the restroom. Remus in the meantime finishes the last of his food before paying and going outside. He pulls his phone out and stares at it for a while before taking a deep breath.

He dials the number of the one person he felt he could fully trust with their situation. He knew that he had to find a place for him and his sibling to stay sooner rather than later. He also knew that he had to be careful with who he asked for help though. If he asked the wrong person, then there’s the possibility that the police will be contacted and they’ll be forced to go back home.

Remus has thought about this problem the entire car ride. So, by now he’s gone through the process of elimination and is down to one person.

The 16-year-old is relieved when the phone stops ringing and he hears his friend’s voice. He waits no time to quickly explain the situation he and his twin are in. Once he finishes his explanation, he asks for help. He knows that there’s a high chance his pleas will get rejected and he’ll be forced to quickly find an alternative plan, but he has to take the risk. And the risk ends up paying off when his friend agrees to help him. He thanks his friend and after a minute or two more of talking, he hangs up the phone.

“Hey, I’m back,” Roman walks over to their brother with a smile.

Remus nods and gets the keys from his pockets, “Alright, let’s get going then. I don’t want to end up driving in the dark again.”

The two of them get back in the car and hit the road again.

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cloudywithachanceofanime · 4 years ago

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Brothers React To MC Grabbing Their Butt: Luci, Mammon, Levi

I’ve had to write this 2 times now. If Tumblr deletes this post, I will be fighting someone.

TW: Drunk character, use of phrase KMS

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Lucifer

You just left your room to go down to the kitchen for some quick snack when you bumped into Lucifer. He gave you a nod which you return with a simple wave.

You were about to continue walking when a something white on the back of Lucifer’s coat. You glanced at it and saw it was a sheet of paper. “Lucifer has a flat ass -Mammon”.

That was not Mammon’s handwriting. You recognized it as Levi’s since he always left notes in the manga you borrowed. He must be trying to get revenge on him.

But, will you let your first man get hung up. He did buy you your favorite treat yesterday, even if he denied it.

Turning around, you tiptoed behind Lucifer while you gained distanced on him. Your hand reached out towards the paper.

“MC, why are you-”

Why was a slice of Lucifer’s cake in your hand? You froze up as you realized the situation you were in.

You just groped one of the strongest demons in hell. Dear Diavolo, please make sure my funeral is fun.

“MC?” You didn’t have the strength in you to look into Lucifer’s face. You weren’t ready to face death. No matter how thick he was.

“MC.” You knew that tone. He was getting angry. You should really let of his cheek, but you so overcome with fear that you can’t move.

A blink of an eye. That’s all it took for you to have you back against the wall with Lucifer’s arm trapping you. Heat seems to be radiating off of him in thick rolls.

“MC, look at me,” he growled out. Your eyes briefly flickered up before dropping down once you saw that fire in his eye.

A gloved hand traveled from the base of your neck up to your chin where it gripped it tightly before tilting your head up. You were met with the sight of Lucifer’s smirking with his red eyes slanted in mischievous.

“Looks like someone’s being disobedient. I want you in my room by the time I return to it. You better be ready to be punish.”

With that, he let go of your chin and walked away. The sign balled in your fist seem to go unnoticed by him.

“Got in trouble for this dang lie,” you growled out, throwing the paper in the wastebin. Even if you tried to act disgruntled about what happen, the butterflies in your stomach on what was about to happen told a completely different story.

Mammon

It was a complete accident. Mammon was out most of the night drinking and stumbled into your room about 3 am asking you to hide him.

You got out of bed and helped him sit down on it. His clothes were strewed haphazardly on him. Guess someone had a good time.

“MC, MC, MC, MC,” he whined while kicking his feet around. He was making so much noise that it would be so easy for Lucifer to know he was here.

“What?” You asked in a quiet voice. He stopped calling your name and instead held his arms out and made grabby motions towards you.

“You haven’t talked to me in foreverrrrrrrrr.” You literally talked to him at school. He’s the one who’s been gone most of the night.

You made your way over to stare at him. His brown skin had a heavier red tint underneath it with his bluish yellow eyes glazed over. He really got wasted tonight.

Mammon lean up a little and wrapped his arms around you. Yanking you down the bed next to him, he cuddled into you. “Wvndoisnvf”

“What?” you asked, leaning away from him. He made a low groan in the base of his throat before pulling you down into him.

“Warm. You’re warm... but I’m hot... too much clothes,” he slurred. You navigated your head so you could get a view of him. He was staring at the wall behind.Then like a light bulb going off, his eyes widen. “I can- I can teleport to my room. And change... Be right back.”

He unwrapped his arms from around you and started rolling off the bed. The dumb idiot.

Shooting up, you grabbed whatever you could get your hands on. Which was his upper back.... and an entire handful of his butt.

“Mammon, you can’t teleport,” you growled out. You pulled at him to try to get him to get more into the bed. He was literally on the edge of the bed, tilting. If he fell on the floor, it would definitely make enough noise to wake up Lucifer.

“Mmm, harder,” he grumbled. Remember, MC, he’s drunk He doesn’t know what he’s saying.

“Mammon, if you don’t get in the bed, I won’t cuddle you,” you threaten. He let out a small whine, but he scooted into the bed. Relief filled you as you released your grip on him. Now, you can go to sleep.

Mammon’s arms found their way around you and pulled you down again. You didn’t fight against him or the warmth he provided.

“Wait,” he mumbled. His hand wrapped around yours and pulled at it. You allowed him to move it lower. He placed it on top of his butt and released your hand.

You were too tired to question him. So you fell asleep with one arm wrapped around him and the other on top of his butt.

Leviathan

“Hey, Levi, I was wondering if I could-”

Your words died in your throat as you stared at the scene in front of you. You knew you should’ve knocked, but you didn’t think it was a big deal. Boy were you wrong.

In the middle of his room, in a pink and white maid costume was Levi. His hands were froze in the midst of pulling up some tight pink stockings.

“I can- um- Are you busy?”You didn’t know where to look at him. You tried to look at his face, but the pink eyeliner was causing you to stare. His neck was a no go with the bell choker on it.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” You jumped at the ear piercing screaming coming out of him. His face was the deepest shade of red you have ever seen it get.

“Levi?” a voice downstairs called out. Followed by the sound of footsteps.

“Sorry, scared him. Everything’s fine,” you yelled out. Yet the footsteps kept coming. In a fit of panic, you entered the room and shut the door. You were quick to lock the door behind you.

“OMG OMG OMG OMG KMS KMS I’m such a disgusting otaku,” he cried sinking to the floor. His hands covered his face as he started crying.

“No, Levi, sweetie. You look amazing,” You comforted walking over. He let out a small sniffle, but seem to be slowing on crying. “Is that the limited edition Ruri- chan maid outfit you were telling me about last time?”

His head lifted up with a giant smile on his face. His nose was a little red from crying, but it blended in with the blush on his cheeks.

“You- you remembered,” he croaked out while wiping the tears. He pulled his legs together and rested his chin on it, allowing you to see his entire beautiful face. “I got it in the mail today. And I was just going to put it on the mannequin and take some pictures. But-”

He trailed off for a little as the blush returned again. He let out a groan. His head dropped in embarrassment. “I can’t believe I forgot to lock the door. You probably think I’m some gross otaku who like to dress up in maid costumes all the time.”

“I mean, you look hot while doing it, so I don’t see a problem with it,” you admitted, glancing at his figure. He was a little muscular, but his shape seem to accentuate the outfit in the best ways.

“Hey, is everything okay in there?” Lucifer’s voice rang through the door. You glanced at Levi to see his face still red and his pink gloved hand gripping the sides of the costume.

“I locked the door. Don’t worry, he can’t come in,” you whispered. Trying to comfort him some more, you ran your fingers through his hair.

“Y-yeah, I’m okay. MC scared me while.. I was playing a game. Sorry for screaming,” Levi mustered out. Lucifer let out a long sigh before his footsteps disappeared.

You released a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Levi visabily relaxed too.

“Sorry for bargaining in. I was trying to asking to borrow a new manga,” you explained. Levi let out a cough as he stood up. Your head lifted up as he grew in height.

“Sorry for showing you this gross side to me,” he grumbled, pulling the bottom of the skirt down. Guess it wasn’t made wit hhis long legs in mind. It showed so much legs. Not that you were complaining.

“You’re just cosplaying, nothing wrong with it. Plus as I mentioned earlier, you look hot af in the maid outfit. I mean damn,” you growled the last word. A dark red blush exploded over his face as a low whimper slipped out of him.

“Well, if you like it. Would you mind-um- roleplaying a little.”

You took a step forward and wrapped your arms his waist. You looked up at him with a innocent smile, but in each hand was a butt cheek. “Serve your master, Levi.”

I apologize for stopping here, but Tumblr just didn’t seem to like this curse post and I’m so tired that I can’t force myself to write the other brothers only to delete it again. I do plan on doing the other 4 brothers.

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chilly-me-softly · 3 years ago

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fluff alphabet for jordan (henderson)

This is my first alphabet so hope I did it right and that you like it! x

A - APRON

Jordan wasn't the best cook in the world, he kept it simple and always made the same recipes sure that the result was more than acceptable. And you loved to see him in action, from the moment he put on his apron until he got to the cooker, his expression always focused as if he were in the middle of a surgical operation. And then his eagerness to know if it was good, the smile on his face when you complimented him, him enormously pleased with himself.

B - BALL

Of course he always has a ball between his feet, many times urging you to play with him. And you're not a professional player at his level, but you certainly manage to distract him in other ways...

C - CUDDLE

After a day of practice what better thing than holding you in his arms while you tell him what happened while he was gone or anything else that comes to mind. Your voice is better than any relaxing drink, so much so that many times he has closed his eyes without even noticing.

But it's the little circles you draw on his arm, the light kisses you leave on his chin from time to time that make his night. Because no matter how much he likes being around the boys, no one pampers him like you do.

D - DINOSAUR

The little dinosaur is supposed to be for your son, but ever since it was given to you, it keeps you company when you're alone. Or even to annoy Jordan as he often complains that you spend more time hugging that soft toy than he does.

"I swear, as soon as he's born, I'll let him have it"

"If you say so" Jordan strokes your eight month old baby bump with a smile on his face, "did you hear mommy? She'll leave you her toys" he leaves a light kiss on your belly as you gasp hitting him with the dinosaur head.

"You're really mean Jordan, go away I never want to see you again" you put on a fake pout as he looks at you softly getting up to be at your height.

"How about you keep this dinosaur, and our son gets another one? You can match"

"I don't need a stuffed animal, I'm a big girl now" but you don't believe it either, him raising an eyebrow clearly amused and you hitting him with the dinosaur again.

E - EXERCISE

Even on his days off Jordan had to work out, the home gym built for the occasion. And he loves showing off for you, when you go to sit on a bench and your gaze settles on his toned, sweaty body.

"Like what you see?" he sneers, gently passing the towel over his face and then laying it on your shoulders, you rolling your eyes faking nonchalance.

"Please my lover is in better shape"

"Oh yeah?" Jordan walks over trapping your legs against the bench and starting to lie on top of you.

"No Jordan you're sticky" you try to desist but he's already on your lips. So you draw him to you by the neck, the thin layer of clothing separating you starting to get annoying.

F - FAMILY PHOTO

Jordan literally loves family photos, a big one of you just on the fireplace. He claims that every year you have to redo it because you all change so much, especially the little ones. Plus that year there is a new member of the family so it has to be redone.

You smile, arranging the ribbon around the baby's head in your arms as a three-year-old runs past your side almost tripping.

"Careful" you sigh, "Come on come over here next to us so we can take the picture and then you can go play" you don't know how he hasn't gotten dirty in some way yet. Jordan and the light shirt obsession. It's cute but totally not appropriate for a vulcano like your kid.

Finally Jordan arrives after talking to the photographer about the shots, wrapping an arm around you briefly. He places a kiss on your temple and the forehead of the little one in your arms before stopping the baby who was about to run away again.

"Just two minutes okay?" he smiles, crouching down and resting his hands on the kid's shoulders, smoothing down his jacket and adjusting his little bow tie before guiding him back to his seat.

And at the end of the week all you have to do is choose the best photo.

G - GETAWAY

Especially in summer you used to disappear to spend some time alone away from schedules, appointments, dinners to attend, families. Nothing was better than disconnecting, just you and Jordan relaxing in a secluded place or being tourists in some unknown location. You did everything you could to keep your mind off your troubles for even a couple of nights and it was always worth it.

H - HUG

All you had to do was say that word and Jordan would drop what he was doing, his arms gently around your body. Sometimes you did it just for the sake of it, but most of the time you just felt the need to be held and he was almost always there to satisfy you.

I - ILL

Sick Jordan was absolutely something. His unkempt state, his bright eyes and his drawling smile made him so cute in your eyes even though he felt like crap.

"Stop looking at me like that" he complains as he always does trying to hide his head somewhere while you smile.

"I'm not doing anything"

"You're looking at me" his voice comes muffled from under the pillow as you try to take it off, stroking his slightly damp hair. You liked taking care of him for once, even if it meant he wasn't at his best. He always seemed so strong, always available for you and that was one of the few times you could somehow return the favour.

He got annoying but you couldn't really take it out on him, could you?!

J - JORDAN

You didn't use nicknames, his name was good like that and you didn't need to change it or not use it at all. And he loved to hear his name coming from you. With hilarity when you were having fun; with sweetness in intimate moments; and yet angry, joking, alarmed, every possible nuance brought a smile to his face.

K - KEY

You were having breakfast one morning, you were enjoying your bowl of cereal while his had become un-eatable by now as he kept throwing you glances not caring about it.

He continues to twist something between the fingers of the hand he has hidden from your view when suddenly Jordan reaches across the table, sliding something towards you. A key.

"This is the house key. I wanted to... well give it to you but don't feel pressured in any way" he doesn't know exactly what he's nervous about, many times he's left you his keys to get in or when he was out of town for emergencies. But you looking at him motionless certainly doesn't help him. Has he made a mistake?

"You're giving me the key to your house?" your gaze on that object, incredulous, not touching it as if it might shock you. "Really?" you always had his keys on loan, having your own meant he trusted you enough to let you into his space even unannounced, or that you wouldn't lose it and risk someone else finding it. It was a really great gesture.

"Yeah I mean I thought you could have your own copy, and use it even when I'm here" a huge smile breaks across your face as you stand up going to sit on Jordan's lap, him scooting his chair further back to allow you to be more comfortable.

"That's...I have no words. Just thank you"

"I like the idea of coming home to find you already comfortable"

"Oh I surely will" you chuckle as you finally take that key in your hands, snapping to your feet causing a confused expression to appear on Jordan's face as you leave for the door.

"I forgot something" you walk back inside using the key and going straight to leave a kiss on his lips as he stands up immediately wrapping his arms around your body. "Are you crazy? It's so cold out there"

"I have a key now" you state with satisfaction as you cling to him.

L - LAUGH

Definitely his trademark, you can recognise it even with your eyes closed. You couldn't be more different than that, you always trying to be as quiet as possible while he was always so loud. But you couldn't help but be mesmerised by his face when he laughed, from his squinted eyes to his head thrown back.

"If I were to lose my memory, I'm sure your laugh would make me remember you" a soft smile on your face as you looked up at him slightly from below lying on his chest as he raised an eyebrow. "What are you talking about? Why would you lose your memory?"

"I said if, it's a scenario" you roll your eyes pouting, him quickly running his thumb over your lips to remove it.

"Why do you always have to be so tragic?"

"Ugh Jordan it was a compliment, it's not my fault you don't get it" and that laugh is always there to fill your heart.

M - MATCHDAY

Every home game Jordan is sure to have you at the stadium cheering for him. Over the years that has never changed, only skipping games when you weren't feeling well or when you were really pregnant and Jordan would be more concerned about you and your safety than the outcome of the game.

A little unspoken routine between you, him always leaving home early no matter the kick off time to review tactics and you sending him a text to wish him luck with a picture of you - and later a picture of you and the kids - wearing his jersey.

After the match regardless of the result and after he has done any interviews, here you are together sharing a short but sweet moment. You remind him how proud you are of him, the children want to go and play on the pitch.

N - NOSE

His nose brushes your neck as he snuggles up against you to rest; his nose brushes yours gently in an Eskimo kiss before he makes your lips connect; his nose brushes your skin after you have just stepped out of the shower. You often teased him by saying he looked like a tracker but you liked that little attention, the build up to what came next.

O - OLD

You always tease him by claiming he's getting old, sprawled out on the couch after spending half an hour chasing his son completely out of energy while the kid would happily take another ten thousand steps in the backyard.

"If I'm old then so are you, you know that don't you?"

"Yeah" you shrug, "but I'm still younger than you"

P - PIXEL

It's no secret that Jordan travels a lot during the year, your pixilated face seen more times than he'd like. But you don't hold it against him, besides being work it's his dream and moving around so much means he's living it to the fullest; that he's required and indispensable to the team besides being its captain of course.

You have learned to live the moments when you are together, to cheer and not waste it. And every time he stops to look at you while you're sleeping by his side or even just at any other time, he can't stop remembering how much those pixels don't really do you justice.

R - RING

It was a normal day in your life when you realised as a teenager that you had a thing for guys' hands, and if they had rings for some reason it was a bonus.

And many times you'd literally froze as you stared at Jordan's hands moving as he talked or wrote or cooked, the addition of that ring after your wedding didn't help the cause. You were brought back down to earth by his laughter because it was always surprising how one minute you were actively participating in the conversation and the next you were like in trance.

S - SAFE

You don't think you've ever told him verbally but you were lucky enough to have met him. Jordan makes you feel safe and you don't talk about the need to be defended from the bad. You know that with Jordan you can talk about whatever is on your mind without fear of being judged, you know he will always be there for you no matter what. You're immediately heartened by the reminder that he's by your side because any moment is less hard if the right person is by your side.

T - TOMORROW

It is something you often talk about, tomorrow. Everything is unpredictable, you never wanted to make long-term plans because you never know what might happen but only one thing you know for sure that you want Jordan by your side. And your idea matches his.

"You are my tomorrow and as long as I wake up with you by my side I will have a reason to smile"

U - UNIVERSE

"You are my universe"

"Stop it"

"But you are, why wouldn't I tell you" he chuckles as you hit him trying to hide your face.

You are one who is always on the move, always available for others but at the same time doesn't know how to react to compliments. You do what you do not to be praised or anything else but just because you feel like it and every time after a compliment of any kind any word would seem unnecessary, making you stand in front of that person smiling embarrassed making you feel uncomfortable. There, if you had to find a word to describe it you could say that compliments make you uncomfortable.

And Jordan knows this very well, but every now and then when you're alone he starts showering you with compliments and sweet phrases for the sake of it. But the truth is that he likes it when you blush, your cheeks turning red as you do your best not to look him in the eye or hide your face in your hands.

V - VOWS

It seemed years away, but your wedding day had arrived overwhelmingly. You couldn't wait to experience that day and those emotions to the fullest. The thing that had been most challenging for you was the vows, so many things to say without finding the right words. Everything seemed already said, obvious, not perfect and several times you had been on the verge of a nervous breakdown for that small detail.

But on your wedding day, no one around you exists anymore. There's just you and Jordan and your hearts full of love for each other, his thumb caressing the back of your hand for support. You almost forget what you've been struggling to write over those last few months, the words that come easily from your lips just by looking into his eyes.

W - WINNER

Winner takes it all. Jordan watches from afar as you joke with some of his teammates and the only thing he can think about is how that year just ended was one of the most amazing of his life so far, both professionally and in his personal life. He had achieved extraordinary goals with the team, broken records and set new ones. And then he had you who had given him a child a few months earlier and he felt like a winner.

Y - YUMMY

"Yeah that's yummy" Jordan watches his baby close his mouth around the spoon and then bring his thumb to his mouth getting messy with his own food.

"Why do you do that hm? Why?" his tone of voice only makes the child laugh as he waits for another bite clapping his hands on the high chair. Jordan quickly satisfies him seeing the same scene repeat itself, the little hands that have now become sticky and are getting everything they touch dirty like they always do at feeding time.

Z - ZOOM

His professionalism never fails to amaze you as you watch him from afar managing to handle questions in front of a computer. It will be the third interview in which he's asked the same things over and over again and you have never seen him make any gesture of tiredness or annoyance. And you are waiting for him to finally get up from that chair to wrap him in your arm and give him the right amount of pampering he needs to clear his head of everything.

#thank you anon #jordan henderson #jordan henderson blurb

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aardvaark · 4 years ago

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it was semi-believable back when there was hardly such a thing as an accessible internet, BUT no one could feasibly have a secret identity as a superhero these days due to social media lemme just. okay.

we have paparazzi for celebrities, its gonna be 100x more for superheroes realistically. they would have a fanbase online who would clearly want to find out who they are. plus i think c*ps might be trying to find them.

let’s take spiderman as an example. it should have taken a few months at most imo. even though he has a fully body suit, we still have criteria for him

- male (spider*man*, stereotypical body shaping, ‘masculine’-coded voice, etc) - young. age bracket would be about 15-25, and though they wouldn’t exactly expect someone that young, people are going to be lenient with age. and he’s clearly not very old - again, voice, use of language, appearance - primarily english-speaking w/american accent. - you can get a very accurate height from photos & videos (as we know from that one dude on tiktok), and there is a LOT of media of spiderman - lives in NY - muscular to an extent, athletic physique, somewhat thin.

ofc you can be like “well that barely helps” but heres some stats.

7 billion ppl in the world.

8.4 million in NY.

4.2 million men in NY (roughly)

504,000 men in NY between 15-24 (about 12% of NY.)

352,800 men in NY between 15-24 whose first langauge is english/would likely have american coded accent (added a bit bc ppl with other langauges may easily still have an american-coded accent like Spiderman’s)

137592 men in NY between 15-24 similar accent height close to tom holland’s (which is current spiderman: 39%)

42654 men in NY right age right height right langauge/accent similar physique (69% americans considered overweight or obese)

38389 ‘’ who do not have a disability which would make it actually not possible for them to do what spiderman has done (note: i still firmly believe anyone could be spiderman, à la the entire movie about Miles Morales and a cartoon pig and a black and white old detective movies guy etc etc, but videos and stuff from THIS specific reality have shown spiderman do certain stunts, walk without aid for long periods of time, etc. this list is not about ‘who can be spiderman’ but about ‘who from his universe could be this person whose superhero identity is spiderman’)

so now we’ve narrowed down 8.4 mil to 38389. just under 0.46% of NY is still eligible by discounting ppl on very basic facts. thats still a whole lot, but its... a significant amount less. now we make some assumptions.

he’s at an age where he would be at school, college or an apprenticeship. let’s be real, none of those are particularly flexible. you have a new criterion: search for ppl with high absences in education OR absences whenever spiderman is around during the day. its only a little, but its all you need. all you need is access to some school records, and it seems like just about anyone with any interest in tech in the universe spiderman is in, has the skills to break into literally all records ever, so this isn’t even a reach. (peter obviously would have to meet this criteria, plus being ‘lost’ on field trips an awful lot)

another group you would search would be anyone close to tony stark or that works at stark industries, for possible candidates. we know he’s getting tech from somewhere and is seen w the avengers on occasion or where they are. (peter’s... internship... meets this criteria. the fact that its sorta unofficial and unexplained makes it that much dodgier.)

another group is young men of over-average IQ or do ‘intellectual’ things. boys who are really into science, essentially. cause he had to make his suit somehow, he has to be keeping up grades to some extent, he has to be smart to get away w it, he has to manufacture web fluid. you’d search participants in competitions, awards that are handed out to school and college students, scholarship programs for science, etc. (peter does meet this criteria in fact; academic decathalon, science school, high grades.)

so essentially your method would be:

to go through (students) + (ppl close to stark industries) + (highly intelligent). we can assume a candidate would meet AT LEAST ONE of these points (peter meets all 3).

file out anyone who isn’t in that, like, less than 0.5% of people who fit his physical description

suddenly you have a far more concise list, of which you can count out anyone who has an obviously different body shape/features/etc which completely don’t coincide with all the images of spiderman

suddenly you have a far more concise list of people to track.

from here, you want to find anything dodgy, like the weird stark internship thing which sorta just got made for peter parker, or ppl with excessive injuries, sick days, etc

AND this is all based on the assumption that no one’s been snapping shots of him while even a small bit of his skin is exposed (eg if he is injured), or that he’s never given any information whatsoever about himself like having an aunt or what colour his hair is or his favourite flavour soup. and that no one has ever followed him home at least a short way.

if we use some of those, then

we would know he’s either white, very light-skinned or has vitiligo (depends how much skin exposed)

we would know he’s vaguely from queens & surrounding area

we could discount people whose favourite soup flavour is tomato or something idek

my point being, it gets narrower and narrower. you’d end up with at most like 30 subjects, who you would monitor and someone might even leak the names. this is just something fans (who don’t care about his safety much) could do, but imagine if you were his enemy and actually had to find him. or stark did it, right? it’s just not particularly hard. i very firmly believe ppl would find him. i dont agree w it, cause tbh i’d rather a superhero keep their secret identity or else they’d get prosecuted and stuff by c*ps, but ppl would likely do this. and this is a superhero whose face we have never seen, much less his skin or eye colour hair colour etc.

tl;dr clark kent needs to fucking step it up my dude

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gaysimpsstuff · 4 years ago

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Flightless Birds Chapter Two: Courtship Of Care

Chapter One Here

Chapter Three Here

Chapter Four Here

Chapter Five Here

Summary: After Y/n’s encounter with Hawks, things in their life start to change. They have a creeping feeling that someone is watching them, and they get mysterious gifts and letters.

Word Count: 4K

Warnings: Stalking, toxic behavior, mention of suicide, mentions of clowns, multiple fourth wall breaks, hospitals, mentions of blood, violence, mentions of surgeries

Other: Sukaibado park is not a real place, however, Nishi Ward in Fukuoka is a real place. This was meant to be longer but I hit the word limit, so it’ll get pushed to the next chapter! Sorry! If you have any critics or questions don’t hesitate to let me know! I want this to be the best it possibly can be for your entertainment!!

Taglist: @smolchildfangirl @combat-wombatus @cathy8taffy @1small-frogs @catcherisvibin @waffleareniceandfluffy @mandalorian-baby-bird @theblueslytherin @assassinslittlesister (lemme know if you want to join or leave the taglist)

“Well, she’s clearly a bitch.”

You laughed at Izanagi’s reaction to the woman that yelled at you. You were in the back of his car, as sometimes your wings would get in the way of Izanagi’s driving, so it was just easier to sit like this.

“I mean- you’re not wrong.” You chuckled. “I’m just glad Hawks managed to get rid of her!”

“What’s he like?” Izanagi asked. “Hawks, is he as awesome in person?”

“You’re a simp.” You teased, laughing as he spluttered to defend himself. “I guess he’s pretty chill. He’s a lot taller than I thought he’d be, though.”

You’d chosen not to tell your friend about the creepy vibes you’d gotten from the hero, it was probably nothing anyway. He was a bird, like you, so he was probably just curious about you also being a bird. Even though you were a Parakeet and he was theorized to be a Red-Tailed Hawk. Animal quirks were uncommon, and among the animal quirks, you mostly saw dogs and cats, even goats were more common than birds. Plus, it wasn’t exactly a good idea to tell your best friend his celebrity crush was a creep.

“How much taller?” he asked

“I don’t know… maybe about four- no, five inches taller than me.”

“Damn- and with me being shorter than you by two inches that’s- fuck he’s a lot taller than me.” he murmured.

“Like I said before. You’re a simp.”

“Shut uppp!” he whined.

The rest of your day was peaceful (if anything including Izanagi could be considered ‘peaceful’), and you were grateful you only lived a block away from Izanagi, it made it a lot easier to get home. Thinking back, maybe you should have taken a moment or two to stop. Stop and look around, maybe then you would have seen the flash of red against the darkening sky, or felt his eyes bearing into your back. Maybe then you could have stopped everything, but it was too late now.

Sleeping wasn’t always comfortable. Beds that were shaped and built like actual bird’s nests were too expensive for you to afford with your salary, plus it was just way too big to fit in your tiny studio. Which meant you had to deal with the tiny bed and all the different ways your body could hurt in the morning.

You sat up, groaning and patting around your bed to find your phone, finally locating it on your nightstand. You grabbed it, turned it on, and scanned your lock screen, taking in your notifications. Thank fuck it was Saturday, and you didn’t have to go to work. Thank fuck again that your days off were on the weekends. Thank fuck a third time that Izanagi invited you to go to the park with him and your other friend, Kouten Yuu. Thank fuck a fourth and final time the messages were fresh and not sent an hour ago, which gave you plenty of time to get ready.

“Welp,” you muttered. “Time to get up and fuck the day.” you forced yourself into a sitting position, stumbling out of bed and almost immediately flopping back onto the mattress again. Maybe today wouldn’t be the easiest day to fuck. You sighed, pushing yourself up again and stretching. Your wings had been crushed by your body’s natural sleeping position, so being able to spread them wide in the mornings helped with preventing stiff wing muscles. That meant less cramps! Yay!

“Sukaibado park, huh? Guess Kouten and Izanagi are hoping to get me in the sky today.” Sukaibado park was a popular park in Nishi Ward, Fukuoka, that had laws protecting people with flying quirks, allowing them to take to the say in the surrounding area. It certainly helped that the park was located near the beach.

You stood up, grabbing some clean clothes off the ground from your drawer and putting them on. You glanced out the window as you dressed. You let out a sigh, grateful you could afford a home in such a beautiful area of Japan. You and Izanagi lived across from Sukaibado Park and had a great view of both park and beach just beyond it. In reality, you shouldn’t be able to afford this place, but since the flat itself was so small, it was just in the range of affordable.

You quickly brushed your hair and teeth, and texted Kouten, asking him to pick up something for you to eat on his way there. It was kind of a ritual between the three of you, everyone brought something to the table. Kouten brought the food, Izanagi brought his guitar, and you would bring your amazing singing voice! The three of you were practically a band already!

Aw who you are you trying to kid? Izanagi just picked up the guitar after quitting drums, trumpet, and piano, and your ‘singing’ was mostly chirps. It was a miracle Kouten hung out with you guys, let alone fed your poor asses. You grabbed your keys and opened the front door-

Huh.

What?

A small box was waiting for you on your doorstep, unlabeled except for neat cursive writing spelling out your name. You picked up the box and put it on the nearest surface inside, choosing to ignore it. Today was for flying, stretching your wings, pretending to like Izanagi’s music, and devouring whatever Kouten brought you.

As expected, Kouten and Izanagi were already there, waiting for you at one of the picnic tables with a full course meal on the table. You could smell it from the park entrance, and were at the table in an instant. It would have startled the boys if they’d not already grown used to it.

“Fuck, Kouten what did you bring this time?” you asked, looking up from the food for a moment to take in your friend’s appearances. Izanagi was dressed casually as usual. White t-shirt, blue jeans, and a grey sweatshirt wrapped around his waist. His long, light blue hair tied up in a ponytail as he chowed down on a large chicken wing. But do not be fooled- despite looking like an innocent UwU smol bean, Izanagi was a force to be reckoned with. Do not ever comment on his short stature or this man will kick you into worlds beyond.

Kouten was the complete opposite of Izanagi, both in looks and personality. Today, he’d adorned a light blue sweater and black pants, and even painted his nails yellow. Kouten’s hair was short and super curly, and his eyes were a startling green color. His resting bitch face and six feet of height was usually enough to scare most people off, however, Kouten was the sweetest man you’d ever met. Best hugs, best advice, most importantly…

“FRIED CHICKEN!” you shouted ecstatically. Of course! For such a beautiful day, Kouten would bring his best food. “Oh thank fuck for the fifth time! I’ve been craving this all week!”

You sat down, hurriedly muttering ‘itadakimas’ before snatching as many pieces of chicken as you possibly could and devouring them. Who gave a flying fuck if you looked like a cannibal? The chicken was delicious! Besides, you weren’t a chicken, you were a parakeet. There was a difference.

“Woah, hey, slow down a bit, Y/n” Kouten cautioned. “You’re gonna give yourself a stomach ache! Don’t eat more than five-”

“Five?” Izanagi interrupted. “Pussy, no more than eight.”

“Eight?!” you stared at your blue-haired friend with wide-eyes and a stuffed mouth. “Pussy. No more than eleven.”

“ELEVEN?” Kouten shook his head. “Oh no, if you eat that many you’ll hurt yourself for sure aaand you’ve already eaten twelve. Why do I even bother?” he threw his hands up in defeat. You and Izanagi continued to argue about how much chicken was too much, ignoring poor Kouten. That’s pretty much how things usually went between the three of you, you and Izanagi being dumbasses and Kouten being the only sane person there.

After thirty minutes of eating, came Izanagi’s ear-bleeding ‘song’ about some girl he knew in high school. If only he’d tuned his guitar beforehand, maybe then it wouldn’t have felt like nails on a chalkboard to you and Kouten. You lasted eight minutes before you finally had to put a stop to the terror he reigned on your poor ears. Then came the best part of the day, flying! Izanagi and Kouten would chat about random things on the ground as you soared high above them.

Flying is difficult to describe, but thankfully, whenever you are asked, you have an answer.

It’s liberation, ecstasy, and anxiety. The liberation was not being bound by the laws that chain others to the dirt. Being able to freely soar, reaching places others could only dream of being. The ecstasy was speed, dipping and diving and looping around the clouds. Being able to fly right through those fluffy bundles of water. The anxiety was falling, failing and getting yourself hurt.

That one day you’ll fly to high, and your wings of wax will melt. That the sun’s bright light will blind you to the incoming plane of reality and kill you. The knowledge that you wouldn’t even realise it, falling is just like flying.

It’s beautiful and you wouldn’t give it up for the world. In the sky, it’s calm. People don’t stare, or whisper. No one bumps into you, the world is all yours when you’re in the air. Even if you struggle to breathe, it always feels worth it. Worth the soreness in your wings after a long flight, worth the hammering of your heart after just pulling up in time to not hit the ground, worth it all. It’s exhilarating.

Word of advice for you free birds, fly while you still can, you never know when you might get caught up in a cage.

Landing was always the most difficult part. Hawks always seemed to be able to do it with ease, but you knew from experience that it was a lot more difficult than it looks. You could feel your whole body float for a second before you dove down. The ground rising to meet your weightless body faster and faster, before your folded wings extended, and you tilted them upwards, carrying your body up again, as you swooped above the ground, righting yourself and landing with just a few flaps of your multi-colored wings.

“Best part of the day~” you cooed, stretching your arms as you folded your wings behind your back. Kouten and Izanagi looked at you in awe.

“I wish my quirk would let me fly.” Izanagi grumbled. “I can’t do shit with light manipulation.” he flicked his wrist, forming a small crystal of light in his palm. It flickered for a moment before vanishing.

“Come on, don’t be so hard on yourself!” you sat down next to your friend, patting his back sympathetically. “I think your quirk is beautiful! I still have that little star hanging on my wall!”

When you and Izanagi were still littler children, and his quirk was still in development, he’d made a small star out of light. It would glow when you touched it, and it was like having an actual star in your hand. It was so shiny, transparent but sparkly, filled with a dazzling array of rainbow specks, a faint glow dappling your walls with miniature constellations.

“Yeah, Izanagi. Think about it for a sec.” Kouten offered. “Your quirk is certainly better than mine. Being able to identify any flavor isn’t all that impressive. Helpful for my job, but not much other than that.” Izanagi looked up at Kouten, frown only deepening.

“If you really think that about your quirk, than you’re even more of an idiot than I thought.” he grumbled.

“Izanagi! Not the right time!” you glared at him, and he just shrugged you off.

“No seriously, even if your quirk has that single use, it’s still a use. You’ve made the best meals I’ve ever tasted. Remember Colonel Sanders? According to legend, that man wrote down the OG KFC recipe on a hill as he contemplated suicide. I’m pretty sure he had a quirk similar to yours. If his chicken was good enough to save his own life, then surely it’s saved others, right? Be like him.”

You softened, smiling at Izanagi. Even if he was a bit of an ass, he had a heart of gold. He’d never let any of his friends feel down. You were pretty sure he threatened to punch away your deathly fear of clowns. Not the clowns, but the fear itself. Weird, but touching.

“That.... was the most stupid thing I’ve ever heard. I don’t understand how it’s touching, but it is. Thanks, man.” Kouten pulled Izanagi in for a hug, and you cooed. However, you guys were friends, so things really couldn’t stay wholesome.

“Gayyyy”

“Dude I’m literally bi.” Izanagi glared at you.

“Gayyyyyyyyy” you laughed, so did Kouten. Izanagi rolled his eyes, but eventually he too, chuckled a little.

“Yeah yeah yeah. Anyways I gotta go, I’ll the you two weirdos later, kay?” he grabbed his guitar, waving at the two of you.

“Later, buddy!” Kouten shouted after him, waving.

“Bye!” you smiled, waving him off before turning back to Kouten. “So what should we do?”

“Great suggestion, Kou, but we need something entertaining that we can do right now.

“Head to your place and watch YouTube?” he shrugged, and you nodded.

“Perfect plan. Knew I could count on you!” you laughed, helping Kouten clean up the mess on the picnic table before heading across the street to your flat. You keyed the door, opening it and walking in.

Kouten’s eyes immediately fell onto the package you’d received earlier. You’d just tossed it onto the coffee table half-hazardly.

“What’s that?” he asked curiously.

“I dunno really. I just found it on my doorstep.” you shrugged, sitting down and opening your laptop.

“Seems kinda creepy, it doesn’t have a return address.” he frowned. “It could have a tracking device in it- you should just throw it away.” you nodded, Kouten was probably right. He usually was. You promised to throw it away after a few Vine compilations.

You lied.

After Kouten left, you turned to the package. It had been hours since it was left on your doorstep, you were really hoping it wasn’t food or anything. You sat down on the edge of your bed with the package in your hands, slowly peeling the tape off and opening it.

You were… reasonably underwhelmed by the contents of the package. It was just a beanie hat. Yellow with a red feather embroidered on. Hawks merch. Maybe you’d accidentally ordered it? Or maybe Izanagi sent it to you. Yeah it was probably him. You’d have to thank him the next time you saw him.

You put the hat down on your nightstand, checking the time. Maybe you should make lunch. You believed it was the last of the unlabeled gifts. You were sorely mistaken.

The next day, there was another package.

“Seriously, Izanagi?” you grumbled. “Another?” you picked it up and brought it back inside, opening it hastily. You couldn’t lie, you were at least a little curious to what he’d gotten you this time.

A… bottle cap? No, five bottle caps.

“Fuckin weirdo.” you muttered, brushing it off and umping the caps next to the hat and continuing on with your day.

The third day, the package had a weird note attached to it, reading your coffee order from that morning. You pursed your lips, ripping the note apart in fear before opening the box. You screamed.

There was a dead squirell inside.

“Ohmygodohmygodohmygod!” you dropped the box in your shock and fear, and the poor animal fell out onto your floor. You paused for a moment to take a deep breath. You crouched down next to the animal, poking it lightly. Maybe it was still alive?

Nope.

Dead.

Dead as fuck.

You shuddered, wrapping it up in a paper towel and taking it out back, holding a small funeral for it and burying it.

Who the fuck was sending you these things? It was clearly not Izanagi. He was an animal lover, and he’d never do this. You felt like throwing up, but for some reason (probably plot convenience), you didn’t say anything.

A few days later, something terrible happened.

You remembered your phone buzzing, and you sat up to pick it up. It was the middle of the night and you were trying to sleep. It was Izanagi. The fuck was he calling you for right now? You hit accept and pressed the cold screen to your ear.

“It’s 1:23 AM. Explain.” you growled into the phone.

“It’s Kouten- he was attacked! I- I’m taking him to the hospital right now, come quick! I’m taking him to Sanno Hospital near Fukuoka tower!” he exclaimed. You sat up, suddenly wide awake.

“What?”

“I’m driving, so I gotta put the phone down, but hurry!”

Beep

The call ended. You were already on your feet, pulling on clothes and grabbing your car keys. You rushed into your car and drove as fast as legally possible.

What the fuck happened? Kouten… attacked? By whom? Was he okay? What kind of injuries had he sustained? Was he concsious? Was he breathing? How had Izanagi found him? What the hell was going on? Was this related to your stalker?

Your mind buzzed with scenarios, all the way to Sanno Hospital, all the way across the parking lot, through the doors, as you talked to the man behind the counter, on the way to the ICU. Then your mind was blank again.

You sat next to Izanagi in the hallway, both of you sitting near a door with a large lit-up LED sign. Surgery in Progress. Your hands folded in your lap. You were so dizzy, what the fuck was happening? Myabe it was because you were tired, or still in shock, but it didn’t feel real.

Was Kouten really behind that door? Were doctors really slicing him open? Were you really here? You still felt the warmth of your blankets from just twenty-seven minutes before. Had it really been almost a half hour? It felt like it had just been a few seconds.

Nothing felt right.

“Hey.” you slowly turned your head around to look at Izanagoi. “You okay?” he asked. You sighed, shaking your head. “Do you want to hear what happened? Think that’ll make you feel better?”

You paused for a moment, slowly nodding. You didn’t want to speak. If you opened your mouth, you feared you’d let all the meals you’d eaten force their way up your throat.

“I got a text. It was from Kouten, he just sent his location. I didn’t know why, but I figured it was important. So I went there. I shouldn’t have taken my time. I found him in an alleyway near the tower, he was so still. I’d never seen him like that. He was- Kouten was soaked in blood. There was a knife lodged into his chest an I- I panicked. You know the rest I think.” he trailed off, looking away from you. Your eyes fell to the floor, still silent.

How many minutes had it been?

The next thing you knew, A doctor was speaking to you, saying something about successful surgery, how he was in recovery, how he needed rest. A moment later, you were standing outside Izanagi’s car. Numb. You decided with him silently to go back to his place and stay the night together. You could get your car in the morning.

Izanagi offered you his bed, and he would sleep on the couch. But you couldn’t sleep. At all. Your mind was racing. You jumped up when you heard the door creak open.

Oh.

It was Izanagi.

You patted the sheets next to you, and he crawled in with you. For a moment, you felt a spark of excitement in your cheeks, but it disappeared quickly, just like your consciousness now that he was here.

The next day, you still felt numb. Better, but still numb. You woke up with Izanagi’s arms wrapped around your waist, his face buried into the crook of your shoulder. Your wing flopped over him. You sat up, rubbing his face to wake him up. His eyes slowly blinked open, brown orbs looking up at you.

“Hey… Y/n.” he mumbled.

“Mornin’ Iza.” you turned around, checking the time. “Sorry, I still have to work.” you told him. He nodded, understanding. He drove you there, and promised to take you to the hospital after, so you could pick up your car. The entire day at work seemed so slow. Everyone dragged their conversations with you on for forever. Time was moving so slow. It felt like a century had passed when Izanagi picked you up.

You didn’t speak, he just took you to the hospital. Then, everything moved quick again. You were outside Kouten’s hospital room, holding Izanagi’s hand.

You almost didn’t want to go in. You stared at the ground, vision blurry. Izanagi squeezed your hand, re-grounding you.

“Ready?” he asked, looking at you with soft eyes.

“Never.” you chuckled breathlessly.

He nodded with you, opening the hospital room door and walking in with you.

You kept your eyes glued to the ground, feeling Izanagi tighten his grip on your hand. You could hear the beeping of the monitor, but you didn’t want to see it.

“Hey… guys.” Kouten. You ripped your gaze from the floor to direct it at the hospital bed. You felt a chill freeze your throat, choking you. Your friend was laying down in the bed, hooked up to tubes and machines, bandages covering most of his body, including one of his eyes. He looked tired and thin, unlike his usual cheerful manner.

“Hey, Kouten.” Izanagi managed to pull the words from his chest and put them in the air, a talent you could not yet access. You just… stared. Everything felt so still, even as Izanagi pulled you to a chair beside Kouten. You could hear the muffled sounds of your friends talking to each other, but you weren’t really there. Your ears were ringing and your vision blurred.

“Y/n? You good there, Buddy?” Kouten’s voice broke you from your fog. You looked up at him, and he offered you a smile. You could feel the ice that had been stuck to your skin since last night melt away under his sweet gaze.

“Yeah, sorry Kou. I’m just… scared. Did- did you see your attacker?” Kouten frowned, shaking his head solemnly.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t see their face. But I did see blonde hair and something red, probably blood, but I don’t know. It kind of looked like a sword, maybe? But also looked like- I don’t know.” he shook his head again, apologetic.

“Why were you out there anyways?” Izanagi asked him.

“I just needed some air, and the city is really pretty at night… and maybe I got a text from someone cute on a dating app and wanted to meet them…” the last part was muttered under his breath. You couldn’t help but face-palm.

“I’d lecture you on how fucking dumb that is, but I think you’ve already learned your lesson.” Izanagi scolded, “You fucking dumbass! Thank fuck you’re okay!”

After about fiteen minutes, a nurse came in and told you and Izanagi that he needed more rest, advizing the two of you to head back home and return tomorrow.

You could barely think, why? Why was this happening? How could this even be happening?

And why couldn’t you do anything about it?

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songtoyou · 4 years ago

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Tempting Fate - Part One

Paring: Tommy Shelby x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,272

Summary: Tommy is not a believer in fate or destiny. However, a new resident in Small Heath will question his beliefs and push his boundaries outside his comfort zone.

A/N: What can I say? Tommy Shelby is continuing to demand all of my attention. The man is needy. Here is my first Tommy x Reader fic. There is no Grace or Greta in this fic. They do not exist in the realm of this alternate universe. Please do not post any of my fics to other sites without my permission.

Italics represent flashbacks.

Uncle Charlie used to say, “Fate brings natural order within the Universe. It cannot be changed, despite how hard we may try. We cannot ignore our life calling, Tommy.”

With Aunty Polly, she would tell her nephew, Thomas, “A person’s destiny can change through courage, compassion, and sheer willpower. You must have patience if you want to change your destiny. When one takes responsibility for their own life, they are choosing to shape their destiny actively. Never leave anything up to Fate, which provides no mental or emotional growth.”

Thomas Shelby, leader of the Peaky Blinders, CEO of Shelby Company Limited, could not fathom how you quickly infiltrated his life. You showed up one day out of the blue at The Garrison, asking Arthur for a job as a barmaid. Without so much as sitting you down for an interview, Arthur immediately gave you the job, much to Tommy’s dismay. He took one look at you and knew you were trouble.

“Arthur, it is important to conduct standard business practices, such as taking the time to interview potential new employees. What do you know about this new barmaid that you so happily hired?” Tommy grilled his older brother.

“Tommy, she is harmless, trust me. Plus, I did interview her before hiring.”

“Really, what did you ask her?” Tommy questioned, lighting a new cigarette.

“Which is better: Irish whiskey or Scotch whiskey? She answered correctly with Irish whiskey,” Arthur replied with a sheepish grin on his face. He felt that Tommy was being ridiculous and asked Tommy to give you a chance.

Standing up from the table, Tommy gulped down the last of his whiskey, and said pointing to John and Arthur, “Keep a close eye on her, the both of you.”

When Tommy left, John turned to Arthur and asked, “Why is he so spooked over a new barmaid?”

“Beats me.”

Later that night, Tommy returned to The Garrison; the usual rowdy patrons were all inside. He took his spot at his standard table in the back. Tommy lit up a cigarette and leaned his head back on the wall, eyes closed. A business deal he conducted earlier did not go as planned, which left him feeling more on edge.

“Can I get you anything to drink, Mr. Shelby?” a feminine voice spoke up.

Tommy did not need to open his eyes to know it was you, the new barmaid.

“Irish whiskey,” he ordered without so much as looking at you.

“Right away, sir.”

Tommy noticed you had a slight sing-song effect to your voice; it was not too unpleasant to his ears.

When you returned with his drink, Tommy opened his eyes to get a good look at you. There was nothing too extraordinary about you. Average height, average built. However, it was your eyes that were wild. You were not a person to be tamed, Tommy noted. The other aspect that stood out to him about you was your hair and how unruly it appeared. A set of braids ran along the right side of your head. Individual strands of hair were intricately braided with ribbons.

“You’re a gypsy,” Tommy remarked. “What’s your name?”

When you told him your first name, Tommy shook his head, “No, your last name. What clan are you from?”

There was no point in lying or running away now. “Young. From Cambridgeshire, sir. I should be getting back to the other patrons.”

“Take a seat,” instructed Tommy pulling out a seat with his boot. “And what are you doing up here in Small Heath?”

You took in a deep breath and answered, “I didn’t want to be where I was.” You motioned towards his pack of cigarettes and offered one to you. The first drag seemed to help calm your nerves, so you went on, “I wasn’t born a gypsy, you know. My parents found me when I was a baby, alone and abandoned along the river. They took me in and raised me as their own, along with my brothers and sisters. Never treated any different. It didn’t matter to them that I didn’t have the blood of a Young running through my veins; I was one of them. But I wanted to be on my own for a while. I need to figure some things out before I head back. Does any of this help put you at ease about me, Mr. Shelby?”

Tommy smirked, “I’m never at ease, darling. You better get back to work, it’s Friday, and the patrons can get a tad rowdy if they don’t get their pints promptly.”

With one last drag, you stubbed out your cigarette and left the table without much as a goodbye. Retreating behind the bar, you took over the drink pouring from Harry. You looked over at the man in the faraway booth from time-to-time. You saw how he made little to no effort to socialize with the other folks in the pub. The only time he did talk was when either Arthur or John stopped by his table to bring him a drink or partake in small chitchat.

While Tommy continued to chain smoke and drown his sorrows in whiskey, he sat back and watched you. He saw that you developed a friendly camaraderie with the customers and could keep them in line when things turned heated. You had no qualms with giving Arthur and John a hard time; both men appeared to relish in your attention. The more time Tommy watched you, the more he was able to see your attractiveness.

Nevertheless, he still pegged you as trouble. No one in their right mind would ever choose to come to Small Heath willingly. You were up to something, and Tommy was determined to find out why you were here.

Tommy would not comprehend when he’d eventually find out why you were in Small Heath because destiny brought you.

You were here to find your soulmate. One of the Elders in your clan told you that your destiny, the man you were to be with, was up north. The Elder, named Diana, described Small Heath, Birmingham, in her dream about you and the still unknown man.

“I don’t believe in destiny,” you told Diana.

“You should, child. It is what brought you to us. You are meant to be a Young. Everyone has a soulmate, a person they are destined to be with. Do you really want to miss out on finding him? He could be out there waiting for you?”

You merely scoffed, “Why do I have to find him? Why can’t he come and find me? Why do I have to put in all the work?”

Diana looked down at her tarot cards to reassess. “It is complicated, dear. Love is not as easy as one might hope. There is darkness one has to overcome to see the light.”

“None of that helps me. Can you give me anything on what this man looks like?”

With a smile, Diana let out a chuckle, “Child, you will know when you know. Just listen to your heart.”

You never believed in soulmates. You felt it was a term that was overused. A person can have a connection with different people that all have a purpose in their life. For you, it was how this person coming into your life would make it different? A soulmate is not someone who is a perfect fit. A soulmate is someone who can show the things that are holding you back from the goals you want to achieve. It is someone who can change your life, for better or worse. A soulmate is someone you cannot fool.

#tommy shelby #thomas shelby #tommy shelby x reader #tommy shelby x you #thomas shelby x reader #thomas shelby x you #peaky blinders #peaky blinders fic

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sakuramidnight15 · 3 years ago

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-HSA OC Information-

Character Bio

Name: Yuzuki Furukawa

(Japanese: 古川柚月)

Romaji: Furukawa Yūtsuki

Quote: "My blades can fight for the truth."

V/A: Toriumi Kousuke (Japanese)

Gender: Male

Age: 17

Birthday: January 3

Star Sign: Capricorn

Eye Color: Cloud Sliver (His Normal Eye Color)

Elegant Blue (Second Eye Color and Half-Myth power activation)

Hair Color: Pearl River

Height: 181 cm

Race: Half Human, Half Myth/Hybrid

Species: Makara

Homeland: Wintergreen Village (The fourth country in the Island of Enchantment)

Family: Dion Stone (Father)

Patricia Furukawa (Mother)

Rosaline Stone (Younger Sister)

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School Status and Fun Facts

Dorm: Polisionalle (@hourglassstationacademy)

School Year: Second

Class: 2-D

Student no. 3 (A transfer student)

Occupation: Student

Baker

Delivery Man

Official Spy/Agent of the SIDC (Meaning: Supernaturals Investigation Department Center)

Club: Basket Ball Club

Best Subject: Cooking, Magic History and Hand-to-hand Combat

Dominant Hand: Left

Favorite Color: Light Grey and White

Favorite Food: Fried Omelette and Spicy Fried Onion Rings

Least Favorite Food: Anything Sour or Bland

Likes: His younger sister, Parkour (Practically Fast), Japanese-type novels, Origami, Script-writing,

Dislikes: Loud Noises, Haru's Pranks, Freya and Saburou's Arguments, Mocked, His gender getting mistaken,

Hobbies: Helping in an investigation, Making Origami (Any animal or shape), Cooking japanese-type food (Mostly), Calligraphy/Script-writing, Poetry, Snowboarding,

Talents: Transforming into his half-myth form, Water Abilities, Hypnotic Voice, Kanata Abilities, Ice Abilities, Whirlpool, Third-eye,

Nicknames: Yuzu, or Yuki (From his family and friends)

Yuzuki-senpai or Furukawa-senpai (From the freshmen students and mostly for Lynn and her friends)

Mr. Furukawa (From the SIDC workers and trainers)

Zuki or Nii-chan (From his younger sister)

Yuu-kun (From Freya and the others in the team)

Yuzuki-chan or Furukawa-chan (Most Likely By Mistake)

Other Nicknames:

N/A

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Appearance and Personality

Appearance: Yuzuki has slender yet muscular male body build which it looks slightly normal from another person's POV. He has long and wavy pearl river hair which he ties it into a long and single braid, which he often gets bed hair the next thing in the morning and ties it up when during P.E. classes, which it makes him look quite feminine indeed. He has cloud sliver colored-eyes which they can turn into elegant blue when using his half-myth abilities. Yuzuki has a silent behavior but does show his honesty.

Personality: Born as the oldest son in his family, Yuzuki had a decent and normal life-style in the snowy streets of Wintergreen Village. His parents alongside with his younger sister runs a Japanese dessert shop near the snowy marketplace, which he and his father did most of the work including the delivery.

Yuzuki seems rather silent and doesn't talk much but is a little awkward if someone talk or approach him by foot, he sounds pretty blunt if you ask me. Yuzuki is often seen with his usual friends and in Freya's group.

Although he doesn't express much of his emotions since he isn't much of a social person. Though he can still talk but has a hard time catching things up when it comes to socializing with different people in the campus.

Around with his group of friends, he shows his honestly and humour around with them. Yuzuki does show some sass or he can be direct with his friends, which it sounds like it makes sense. Though he does often offend them on accident or on purpose, but that's mostly for Freya or Saburou.

But like Hibiki, he does get stressed a little bit when it comes to chaos like Freya and Saburou's bickering.

Another sweet-hearted boy aside from Hibiki if you get close to him. Yuzuki knows how to show his loyalty but he doesn't notice it though but his actions can explain it, of course. But sometimes, he can add up the humour in it as well, plus he can be quite a tease just a little.

Like his other three friends, he too is an official SIDC worker at the company. Can get pretty serious when it comes to missions.

This boy has quite an aura when getting pissed off. It happens to be a little obvious thanks to his smile that doesn't match the expression on his eyes, needless to say he does looks somewhat intimidating though and that's a true fact to be seen.

A cold eye stare will turn into a one of a kind of a sword stab if things gotten worse for him and his situations.

This sweet boy might needs some help, cause socializing isn't much of his thing now.

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Trivia

-The name 'Yuzuki' is primarily a female name of Japanese origin that means Small Citrus Fruit. While his surname 'Furukawa' means 'old river'.

-He's inspired by Yuu Narukami (From P4) and Snake (From 999 Gameplay)

-Like Hibiki, he hates his gender getting mistaken from time to time but he states the fact that Hibiki's face is more feminine than his.

-Expert at writing line dialogues for any play, thanks to his hobby.

-He seems to the second one to translate Freya's sign language when communicating, pretty fast just like Hibiki.

-Can relate with Hibiki when it comes to being called as 'traps' and handling their younger sisters.

-Watches over Cynthia since they are in the same dorm whenever Saburou is busy. And also helps her when separating Freya and Saburou during their fights.

-In the past, he got lost in a snowy woods but got chased by a large white wolverine and got attacked. Received large claw marks after recovering from the hospital.

-Knows a lot about culture. Mostly on Korea or Japanese.

-He and Elijah are pretty much a spy-like duo since Elijah is Yuzuki's rank captain at the company.

-His voice sounds pretty soft and relaxing but the tone changes when getting agited. Which is why I chose Toriumi Kousuke to be his voice actor.

-Often assists Lynette during missions in the past till now. He, Lynette and Amelia can relate towards cooking/baking.

-Is an expert at making talismans.

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He's done! Last one.

#mc #oc #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #gacha club #gacha games #hourglass station academy #hsa #character information #bio #yuzuki furukawa #yuzu

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dimensionwriter · 4 years ago

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Unrequited Love

M! Minotaur x GN! Reader

Warning: Angsty, insults, depressive thoughts, enemies to lover (slightly)

Word Count: 5,173

Description: Working an office job should mean living a boring life. However, the albino Minotaur down the hall has a different plan for you. Heartbreaks and pain arises, but will he be able to heal them?

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It was so cold. The air conditioner was on full blast and didn’t seem like it was going to be turning off anytime soon. Your tiny office space has turned into the tundra of Antarctica. Guess that was one of the disadvantages of working with so many people that had fur. They had bodies that could regulate the cold air, so they didn’t feel it that much. And due to that, most tended to forget about the poor humans without any.

“Awww, look at the little human shivering.” You didn’t even have to turn around to see who that condescending voice was. Only one creature would find enjoyment in your suffering.

His name was Oliver Ito. He was an albino minotaur with the prettiest pink eyes you have ever seen. Muscles covered every inch of his body making all of his clothing stretch with every movement. His recently dyed midnight black hair was always smooth back, making his pale fur stand out even more. His horns curved forward making it appear like an arrow head.

Overall, a complete 10/10. The only thing that killed the view was when he opened his mouth.

“Oliver, shouldn’t you be working. And no, pestering someone working does not count,” you grumbled. You didn’t look at him. It was easier for you to handle him without looking at his face.

“It’s hard to focus when I can hear your tiny teeth chattering all the way in my office. Seriously, are you about to die of hypothermia?” You couldn’t help shivering more. He wasn’t helping you. You usually bring a jacket with you, but you forgot to grab it this morning. Who knew that clicking the wrong alarm could end up making this much of a mess of your day?

“Like come on,” he insisted.You could sense him walking farther into your office and sitting down in one of the chairs across from you. Your eyes flickered up and you instantly regretted it.

Oliver was wearing a brown button down with a pair of black slacks. The shirt was actually loose on him for once, but the front of his shirt was unbuttoned almost all the way to the bottom. Perfectly silky white fur slipped through the opening of the shirt, but even with fur, you could see how well defined his muscles were.

“I can’t help getting cold. I don’t have fur like you.” You tore your eyes from the holy sight in front of you and tried to get back to work. But you couldn’t fully focus when you felt his pink eyes staring you down.

“Stupid humans,” he said, with a small smile on his face. He got out of the chair and walked towards the exit. “Said you were at the top of the food chain and was the perfect evolved creature, but everything kills you with the smallest of efforts. It’s extremely pitiful.”

With his back turned, it was easy for you to allow yourself to roll your eyes. He loved to always put humans down. Like, not all of you guys thought you were at the top of the food chain, but he seemed so persisted in putting that identity on you.

“I mean where would you guys be without us.” You thought he left the room. Did he seriously come back just to heckle you some more? He is literally getting paid for standing here at the moment. Some type of manager he is.

Something heavy draped across your arms and around your body. Your hands drifted away from the computer as you looked down at what was placed on you. It was this type of thick dark brown furred coat that was too big for you. However, the thing felt like sitting next to a fireplace after walking through a snowstorm.

“There, is that better?” Oliver whispered in your ear. His giant hand grabbed the end of the jacket and wrapped it more around you. He reached again towards the fabric and pulled out a sleeve. With little resistance from you, he placed your arms into their respective sleeve.

Once the jacket was placed on your correctly, he released the fabric, but still stayed close. You took the daring opportunity to glanced up into his face.

Those pretty pink eyes. They looked so soft as the edges crinkled with his smile. “You just look so small in it. So… fragile.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at that statement. You were at the stereotypical office job with the usual work clothes, except for the jacket, but he thought you looked fragile. You might not be the strongest, but you sure can handle a lot.

“I’m not some flower that's going to wither away from some AC. I can handle a lot more than you think I can.” That smile on Oliver’s face became a lot sharper as he leaned down. You shrunk a little at seeing his massive size come down towards you. He grabbed the back of his chair and the front of the desk to cage you in.

“I wonder how much you can handle then, petals,” he mumbled leaning even closer to you. All the coldness from earlier escaped from you as you could his pink eyes glowing. A light rose color seeped through the skin on his cheeks.

“Oi, Oliver. Boss wanna see ya.” Your body instantly shifted back forward and hunched over the computer. You didn’t want whoever was at the door to see your flustered face. You know you probably looked like some dumb lovestruck fools.

“You could have waited at my office, Berns,” Oliver growled out. He walked out of your office with his fist balled up. You leaned around the computer a little to see the door. There was a pure black bull outside with a huge smirk on his face.

Oliver greeted him with a half-hearted punch to the face. All Berns did was laugh at the attack. He easily wrapped an arm around Oliver and started a conversation about the boss wanting some type of layout for a project.

As the two were leaving, Oliver took one glance back at you. Those pink eyes seem to be still glowing brightly . “Hey, human. Make sure you give my jacket back by the end of the day.” Then he left.

This was his jacket? You don’t know why you were shocked by that realization. All clues pointed to it: being absolutely giant, small white furs scattered around on the sleeves, etc. Guess your brain couldn’t process that information when he was being so gentle to you.

Butterflies were running rampant in your body as you recalled his big hands being lightly pulling the fabric around you. The smell of cinnamon wafting from his clothes with his usual cologne mixed in. The way the ceiling light was pierced by his horns making it seem like he was glowing.

You dropped your head on the desk as you let out a silent scream. You told yourself not to fall and here you are, going a thousands miles per hour towards the ground. You only have yourself to blame when he ends up breaking your heart. Because you’re sure he will.

The entire day, you stayed wrapped up in Oliver’s jacket. You know you should have taken it off when you warmed back up, but you couldn’t help it. It smelled so much like him and even had a similar texture to his fur. It was literally stupid of you to think like this. But it felt like being wrapped in Oliver’s loving embrace.

You grabbed your bag and turned the lights off in your office. The jacket was still wrapped around you. Most of the fabric had to be held in your arm to stop it from dragging. This is a reminder of how big Oliver is. He’s usually bending down to criticize you for something, so you got used to seeing him at eye level. Not that you could complain about the height.

“Human! There you are.” Oliver pushed himself off the wall and walked over towards you. His black hair was slicked back earlier was now messily laying against his forehead. Guess someone had a bad day.

“Why did you make me wait so long? Weren’t you supposed to get off like half an hour ago?” he complained. He slid up next to you and started walking next to you towards the elevator.

“It’s called overtime. Sometimes you can’t finish work in a certain amount of time and have to work a little after.” Sarcasm was dripping in each sentence. Oliver let out a small snicker at your tone.

“Yeah, well, you could’ve warned me about it. My office is down the hall from you. I know you're dying to get a glimpse at this beautiful face,” he teased. You ignored the last comment and pressed the down button on the elevator.

“You are acting oddly friendly. It’s scaring me, to be honest,” you admitted, keeping your face towards the elevator doors. He has said over five sentences to you and by now, he would have thrown in some insults.

His grip on his briefcase tightened as he stood up straighter. In the reflectiveness of the doors, you could see the frown coming onto his face. The small blush was returning to his face as his pink eyes stared at the side of your head.

A ping alerted you of the elevator arriving. The two doors slid open and you walked forward into them. Oliver trailed behind you and took the left side of the elevator. You pressed the garage button, causing the doors to close.

“Human. I allowed you to wear my quite expensive jacket all day. Therefore, you are indebted to me,” he spoke slowly. Excuse him? So that’s the only reason he gave you this jacket was to get something in return. Why did you expect him to do something for you out of the kindness of his heart?

“My friends are going out tomorrow night for ice skating and we need to bring a date,” his pink eyes stared into yours as he hinted at something, “And since you’re nothing more than a human, I know you got nothing to do. Plus I’m way out of your league, so they won’t think I’m into some low life human. I would ask some other human, but you’re the only one who knows that I would never be into you in no shape or form. It’s less drama to deal with.”

You felt like you were going to puke. Your stomach had dropped so much that you had broken out in cold sweat. You knew you most likely didn’t have a chance with Oliver. You told yourself that having a crush on him would only lead in heartbreak. And so far, it led you here.

“K,” you whispered. You put your bag down and shimmed out of the coat. You didn’t want it on you anymore. It felt like it was burning your skin the longer you had it on.

You couldn’t look into Oliver’s eyes as you handed him back the jacket. His large white hand wrapped around the fur gently. He seems to be hesitant in his movement. Well, it’s not like it’s something you should be concerned about with your ‘low life’ status. No, that’ something people in his league should worry about.

“O-oh. Are you done with it?” You just simply nodded at him. You didn’t trust yourself to open your mouth. It was hard to hold back your tears. Just a few more levels and you’ll be in the safety of your car.

“Is your number the same from that project we worked on a few months back.” A simple nod.

A light tapping sound filled the elevator. You glanced to the right to see Oliver’s black claws tapping at the handle of the briefcase. He shifted from his left leg to the right one. You could feel his stare at the side of your head.

“Yeah, that was a… um… wild project. I really didn’t like the client. What about you?” You hated the client too, but you just gave a simple shrug. It’s not like he even cares about what you would think.

Another light ping and the doors open up. The garage was quite dark, except for the few dim lights scattered around. Even the scary darkness seemed more welcoming than being in this elevator with a man who doesn’t even like you.

“Hey, human?” You reached down and grabbed your back. You avoided Oliver as you exited the elevator. “Um? Human!”

You sped walked away from the elevator towards your car. Tears were already starting to fall down your face and you really didn’t have the energy to deal with Oliver making fun of you for it. For getting your stupid hopes up.

“Make sure to text me your address so I can pick you up!” A half-hearted thumbs up was all you could manage as you disappeared behind some cars. You used the coverage to your advantage and started running towards your car.

You barely slid into the seat before tears began rushing down your face. You’re so stupid. Of course he thought that way of you. He was a albino minotaur. He’s at the top. Then there’s you. Some boring normal human. Why did you think you had a chance with him?

Work the next day was horrible. Your face was completely puffy from crying yourself to sleep and your eyes didn’t want to be un-red. For a split second, you considered wearing glasses inside and pulling off a cool office worker look, but you barely had enough energy to pull yourself out of bed.

Soon as you entered the office, you ducked your head and quickly made your way to your office. Apparently, you weren’t fast enough to avoid Oliver. He was leaning next to your office with a smug smile on his face.

His black hair was slick back with two strands coming down in his face. His fur seemed a little poofier today, telling you that he most likely blow dried it. A pink button up with some black slacks was his outfit for today. A twinkle in his ear made your eyes peek up to see a silver ring had been put through his ear.

“Morning, human,” he chirped, pushing himself off the wall. You hesitantly walked over and stopped a few steps away from him. Did you have to reach far to unlock the door? Yes. It was much better than standing right next to him to do it.

“The AC is blasting again this morning. I can bring you my jacket if you need it.” You open the door and hurriedly scurried in. You put your bag next to your desk and placed the jacket you were sure to bring this morning on the desk. All you did for a response to him was pat it.

“O-oh. Brought your own. Glad your tiny human brain could remember.” The fight in you was gone and to be honest, you really wanted him to leave. It was usual for you two to quip at each other and to throw insults. Just not today.

Maybe that’s why you’re so heartbroken. Even though he would insult you and belittle you, you thought you weren’t being affected by it since you got a chance to see his gorgeous face every time. Guess all the comments towards you were sticking to your brain while remaining hidden. And when he finally came out and said he would never be interested in someone like you, a ‘lowlife human’, all the damage hit you at once.

“Hey human?” You blinked and realized you were staring at your jacket. You could feel the tears sitting at the edge of your waterline, ready to fall down. “Did-did I say anything… Did I go too far?”

You looked him in the face for the first time that morning. His ears were drooped down and folded into themselves. His pink eyes looked so sad as they stared down at you. Their usual glow was completely gone.

But you weren’t going to fall for it. If you tell him that you’re sad because your feelings aren't reciprocated and you hated that you were viewed as nothing more than a ‘low life human’ in the eyes of a man that you almost fell in love with. That was the perfect setup for him to laugh at you and your petty human emotions.

“No. Anyway, I have to go to the media room to get something sorted,” You quickly stated, avoiding looking in his direction. You grabbed your jacket off the table and quickly made your way towards the exit.

A firm wall of pink fabric and white fur blocked your way. His arms were splayed out making it impossible for you to exit. “Wait, wait. I- I was wondering… are you still coming tonight? You didn’t text me your address last night. You- you made me wait again.”

Were you strong enough to go to that get together, just to be made even more fun of by Oliver? NO.

“Sure, text you later. Do you mind moving?” He took a step to the left and tentatively dropped his hands. The tips of his claws started tapping against each other as a small bounce began in his right leg.

“Yeah, tonight should be fun. Show you how minotaurs have fun,” he joked, throwing some finger guns. You gave a tight lip smile as you slipped through the door. You didn’t look back as you made you far away from Oliver.

The rest of the day consisted of you hiding in your office with the door locked. For lunch, you just turned off the lights and laid your head down. Tears weren’t even coming to you anymore.

Just this numb hollow feeling.

“Hey, human,” a voice from outside brought you back to the present. It was around 10 minutes until you should get off. Work really does fly by in a breeze when you are being drowned in negative thoughts. At least one plus side to it. “I get off in about 15 minutes and wanted to know if you- well if you’re up for it- to ride the elevator down together.”

There’s that nauseating feeling again. Getting on an elevator with him again is a hard no. That gives him a minute to tell you how much he is out of your league at the waiting area. 45 seconds for him to remind you that minotaurs rarely see humans as attractive due to their weird hairless body. Then a 15 second window to rub even more salt in the wound by telling you that he’s talking to some beautiful minotaur model.

“I’ll see. Overtime and stuff,” you lied. From the looks on your computer, you won’t need to stay late today. He doesn’t need to know that.

“Okay, I’ll wa-wait. Bye, human,” he whispered into the door. His hooves against the wooden floor alerted you where he was going. After a few seconds, the sound stopped echoing through the halls, showing that he had made it back to his office.

The world really just wanted to see you in pain, didn’t it. If only there was a way you could just avoid him. A way to just not go on the elevator with him and to not go to this stupid get together. Maybe stay home and watch some movies. Just wrap yourself in a thick weighted blanket and watch some tv shows. Get your favorite take out to not even worry about cooking. That would be so much better.

Your hands froze on the realization dawned on you. What’s stopping you? If you’re thinking about it, there are no serious consequences to just leaving early and staying home. Maybe get someone else to go in your place for the get together, since Oliver doesn’t exactly care about you being there. As long as it’s someone he deems underneath him and won’t think it’s him flirting with them. He won’t get upset by you not showing up and you can go home to go through the 5 stages of grief in peace.

For the first time all day, you felt a sense of happiness of looking forward to something. The document you were working on was quickly saved, followed by the computer being shut down. You silently moved around your office to put away things and put your bags together. You snatched your bag off the floor and made your way out.

The hallways were completely silent except for the hum from the fluorescent light. The beige walls did little to add life to the space. The hardwood floors were too shiny in your opinion at the moment. This seems like the beginning to a movie, hopefully one you won’t be a part of.

Life was trying to make you the star in this failed romance story. Your crush rips you apart and tries to add salt in the wound by constantly being around you. But you weren’t about to allow that to happen. This was your chance to try to fix your wounds.

The elevator quickly came up with no one inside of it. You happily slid in and pressed the garage button. While the elevator descended, you pulled your phone out to clock out of it. It was nice that you didn’t have to go to a room to clock out anymore. This app just uses your location to check where you are and uses the time to document all of it. It would have been too much of a risk going to a room where Oliver could have been or saw you in, when you’re supposedly doing overtime.

Swiping out of the app, you pressed your contact list. One glance over it was all it took for you to find the perfect person to look for. “Hey, Grace. Are you busy tonight?”

Soft orange lights flickered around the room as scents of warm lavender spread. Soft voices came out of the tv that had been lowered as soon as you arrived home. The white weighted blanket was wrapped around you, making you feel like you were in a loved one’s embrace. The environment created was exactly what you need right now.

Soon as you texted Oliver that you would just meet him at the arena and gave Grace the address, you turned your phone and silent and left it in the room. Your brain has been overwhelmed and filled with dark thoughts all day. You needed this alone time.

Thump Thump Thump

Who in the world was at your door? It couldn’t be a delivery or anything; everything that you had ordered arrived long ago. Maybe it was someone at the wrong house?

The floor was cool to your bare feet and sent a chill up your spin. Being under the blanket for so long near all the candles made you forget how cold it was in your home. Just gotta take quick steps to the door, tell them they got the wrong place, quick steps back to the couch, and then I can get back to relaxing.

Twisting the silver knob, you pulled the door back to reveal the person on the other side. Well, what should have been a person. It was a wall of white fur surrounded by a black button up. The creature’s face couldn’t be seen due to its height. From what you could see, it was a thick creature that had really familiar white fur. A familiar white hand clutching a pair of white roses and another holding a white teddy bear.

Oh, please no.

You reached for the knob again where you tempted to shut the door, but the right hand holding the teddy bear blocked it. Even if you pushed with all your strength, the door was not moving an inch. This was not happening.

“Human,” he growled out. You backed away at that angry tone. The creature at the door ducked down allowing you to see their pink eyes burning with fury. They looked like some sort of beast ready to attack you.

“Oliver, what are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be at the ice skating rink with Grace?” You attempted to deflect the anger. However, it seems to have the opposite effect. His fluffy white ears pressed down flat against his ruffled black hair. The corners of his pink nose scrunched up causing his lips to pierce back into a snarl that revealed a pair of fangs.

“I don’t recall asking Grace out. Do you?” he growled, stomping his way towards you. You scurried back in a futile attempt to get away from him. Your escape was stopped by the armrest of the couch. Oliver was quick to come forward and cage you into it. “Because if memory serves me right, I was supposed to walk you to your car. But guess my surprise face when I see your lights turned off and you’re gone. Then I get a text from you saying you’ll meet me at the arena. Surprise, Surprise. It’s not you, it’s Grace from accounting!”

Your hands found purchase on the arm rest as you tried to use it as some sort of leverage. You assumed this wasn’t supposed to have any consequence. Why did it backfire worse than your mind could think of?

“Well, it’s not like you even cared if I was the one there. I’m just nothing more than a low life human,” you grumbled. You stared at your bare feet as you tried to control your emotions. Why was he the one who was acting angry? You’re the one who got asked out by your crush then in the same breath rejected.

“What? No, no!” he yelled, taking a step back. His right hand reached up into his hair and pulled at the black strands. “I didn’t mean it. You pointed out that I was acting weird and- and I panicked.”

All the anger within him seemed to dissipate. His legs folded underneath him and he sat down on the ground. His pale pink lips turned down with dejection as he stared blankly at the teddy bear and flowers.

“This isn’t how it was supposed to be. I was supposed to come to your house to pick you up, looking all fancy and crap. Give you these gifts and tease you about loving them because they remind you of me. Maybe have a little banter like always and drive you there. But somewhere along the way, the banter becomes more light hearted and we actually get close. We arrive and I introduce you to my friends and we get out shoes. And because you’re your that cute little dumb human, I would have to help you put your shoes on. And it was like that cute movie moment before we headed out of the ice. You slip and I catch you. Then I whisper something teasing in your ear before holding your hand to make sure you don’t hurt that fragile human body. It was supposed to be so cheesily romantic that you would have no choice but to fall in love with me. Afterwards, when I drive you home, and I ask to do it again because you’ve probably never had fun like that and then you say yes. You’ll lean over and- and give me a ki-ki-kiss and go back to your home. That’s how we start dating. That was how tonight was supposed to go.”

Your brain felt like, to put it in the best way, mash potatoes. What was all of that? He just came out of left field with that and you didn’t know how to respond. Was it a confession? Was it him telling you how he expected you to stroke his ego? A slow burn fic?

“I didn’t mean to say all those things in the elevator. I just thought you saw through my mask and realized I liked you, so I said that stupid crap to make it seem like I haven’t been crushing on for 3 years. And it just- it just all fell apart there. I promise you, I didn’t mean.” He slowly lifted his eyes. Those soft pink eyes held nothing but sincerity.

You reached behind you and grabbed a pillow. With all the strength you could muster, you threw it that dumb stupid gorgeous face.

“Oof,” he squeaked out. The pillow landed square in his face before dropping in his lap. Confusion was written all over his face from your actions.

“You are the stupidest, dumbest, and most arrogant bull I have ever meant. You liked me for so long, but you made me think my feelings were unrequited!” you yelled glaring at him. More confusion settled onto his face before realization hitted him.

“Hey, it’s not my fault you’re so cute that my brain short circuited,” he playful yelled back, before throwing the pillow back. You weren't expecting the force behind it. Your body was pushed backwards onto the arm chair, causing you to lose your balance and fall backwards.

“Human!” The sounds of his hooves hitting the ground got closer to you before his giant form was hovering over you. His eyes glanced over you for any signs that you were hurt. “Are you okay?”

“Can you just kiss me already you big dumb tsundere?” Heat flooded your skin at how blunt you were, but you’ve waited long enough for this Oliver to do something. Seeing how your relationship was about to go with him in control, maybe it’s time you took control.

“Wait- are you- do you mean?” he stuttered over himself as that pink blush was obvious under that ghostly white skin. It disappeared into the thick white fur on his face. His hands were fidgeting in the air as he struggled on what to do. You lifted yourself up a little and grabbed the front of his black button up. You dropped back down and brought Oliver down with you.

“Where’s that arrogance at Oliver? You going to let your little human do everything?” You teased into his ear. They flickered at the feeling of your warm breath hitting them. But what you said seems to do the trick.

“My little human, hmm. I think I can get use to the sound of that?” he grumbled with that signature smirk. Finally, he leaned down enough to connect your lips. The soft skin of his lips gently pressed against yours as if testing the water. You were quick to reciprocate by pulling him even closer.

“Well, someone can’t seem to get enough of me,” he teases. Small light pecks were placed along your face causing you to giggle. A low hum escaped out of Oliver as he placed his arms around you to pull you even closer into him. “But don’t worry. I can’t seem to get enough of you.”

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I’m so sorry that this isn’t a Shark part 2. I promise I’m working on it. I just need to get something out for this week and this story was more developed in my head. I’ll try to get it out soon.

Anyway, if you guys wouldn’t mind commenting. I love reading them and it helps motivate me. Thank you so much for reading this story and I hope you’ll have a fantastic rest of your day.

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