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girldragongizzard · 1 month ago

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Chapter 16: Courting a nightmare

From what I’ve been able to learn from reports in my Discord, is that Wentin has the smallest territory of any local dragon.

Mine is second smallest because maybe I gave too much of it to Joel as reconciliation for hurting him so much in our fights.

One of those fights happened within Wentin’s territory, the Fairport Arboretum, and it was very loud and involved fire. And Wentin didn’t intervene or show itself at all. Pretty seriously atypical of a dragon.

It turns out that we can saunter through each others’ territories without much trouble a lot of time, if we’re quiet and lucky about it. Luck is less important now that we’re talking to each other online, though. Getting permission smooths things over a lot.

But there are still rivalries. And we also all mostly just stick to our territories as much as we can. Most of us feel very responsible for them. Anurak being something of an exception.

But that fight happened before we all started getting to know each other, and Wentin just let it happen without rebuke for some reason.

Every dragon is wildly different. Even those of us who have similar morphologies have a few significant traits that are not the same. Both physical and emotional. We don’t all share the same instincts.

So, while Wentin’s behavior is atypical, it’s also stereotypical. In that its behavior is unique to it.

One of my hopes is that Ptarmigan will have the opportunity to perform a thorough divination on it and learn more than she might with anyone else, because it is supposedly a walking nightmare. According to her.

I do find myself asking if Wentin is actually a dragon, though.

Not, does it rate as a dragon? It certainly does. But, is it something older and worse?

And right after that, I ask myself once again, what does it actually want?

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Saturday. September 21. The day before the Fall Equinox.

I keep missing these old special dates with whatever I’m doing, for some reason. The full moon, the new moon, the equinox. They matter to some people. Maybe they’re important. But I keep forgetting to schedule for them because I’m more focused on what’s in front of my face, I guess.

Middle of the day. One of the last Farmer’s Markets of the season is happening up across the street from Flounder Sound Brewpub, and this park is relatively empty of people.

It’s close enough it normally wouldn’t be. There’d be kids playing in the playground. Which I was banking on, actually. I wanted human witnesses.

I wanted a reason to keep the violence and scary posturing to a minimum.

But something is keeping the humans away from Joel’s favorite park, today.

I’ve watched from my rooftop as kids have climbed on Joel like he’s a piece of playground equipment, with his eyes closed and his breath long and relaxed. So it’s not Joel.

There’s a guy at the end of the peer with a panicky dog on a leash, and he’s trying to keep the dog from jumping in the water to get away.

And there are some absolutely ignorant seagulls picking away at things left in the park by people earlier in the day.

On a picnic table, there’s the skeletal remains of a fast food meal that was just left there. And the birds have knocked over the milkshake, and popped the lid off, and it was half full. The gulls care more about that than the possibility of being swallowed by me. Or than whatever it is that’s keeping the humans away or terrifying that dog.

Are gulls the harbingers of something in someone’s culture?

If I were in my human disguise, it’d be easier to look that up real quick.

And looking at Joel and Chapman and Ptarmigan, who are arrayed to either side of me in the middle of the field, I’m thinking not think as much about any of this as I probably should.

I’m wondering how Rhoda is doing. I’m worrying about what she’s thinking while holed up in her apartment alone. I’m hoping she’s taking this moment to get down to the shop and have a nice tea there by herself without the rest of us there, maybe. And I’m hoping I’m doing something she’d actually approve of.

Even though it can’t fly, and we’re in the middle of a large field in an open park in the middle of the day, Wentin still manages to make an ominous entrance.

While glancing around at my surroundings, waiting for it to appear, there’s a moment when one of my tiny blind spots, the wedge of space directly behind my head, is aimed at the area in front of my body.

And when my head twitches to look at something else, Wentin is there.

I’m not the only one startled by this. All four of us are, including the two Artists.

Maybe it was the one moment we were all looking away.

“Hello!” Wentin croons like a saw on a chalkboard.

Joel jumps back and barks, almost like a dog but way bigger.

Chapman’s hands suddenly go out to hir sides, like sie’s trying to steady hirself.

Ptarmigan looks up and blinks and grimaces.

I find myself reared up and flapping my wings and hissing like an alligator doing an impression of a goose. It’s almost like I see this in third person, the dissociation is instant and fleeting.

“Oh! You honor me, Meghan! Thank you,” Wentin screeches. “Please, though, can we get down to – oh, hello.” It notices Ptarmigan and takes a step back to lower its head and look at her. “I recognize you.”

“I wondered if you would,” Ptarmigan said. “How’s life?”

“I’m quite enjoying it, thank you,” it answers magniloquently.

I currently come up to its breastbone. Like, the lowest point of its chest as it hangs between its two front legs, while I’m on four legs too. Rearing up, I could place my head neatly in its mouth.

While it and Ptarmigan regard each other with apparent respect, I take out my tablet and arrange it for talking.

“How much do you remember?” Ptarmigan asks Wentin.

“Oh, this and that,” it responds. “I remember what I am more than anything. Which is truly the most important thing! Don’t you think?”

“It certainly saves a lot of trouble.”

“Have I ever told you that you are not my favorite Artist?” Wentin asks, but doesn’t give room for an answer. “I quite like you and respect you, yes, dear Nightmarist. But there are others that are more inspiring to my work, it turns out. And you are more like a doctor than a muse, if I’m not incorrect. Yes?”

I notice as Ptarmigan starts saying her next words, she also begins to move her right foot in circles and swirls on the grass, and my shift nerve starts to buzz as she says, “You are quite correct. I find it satisfying that you recognize –”

“Oh, what is it that you are doing?” Wentin squeaks. “Don’t you recall that I can feel that? Especially from you.”

“I’d like to figure out what your place is in this new development. How did you get a physical form along with everyone else,” Ptarmigan says unperturbed, and continues scribbling with her foot. “It shouldn’t hurt and it shouldn’t give me an advantage over you. I’ll share my findings if you let me continue.”

“What should I do if I don’t like them?” It asks with a very suggestive tone.

I interrupt by asking, “What do you want, Wentin?”

It seems all too happy to be distracted, like it’s not actually threatened by anything that we’re doing collectively, and it says, “Oh, yes, Meghan. You are the one I really wanted to talk to. The turncoats still operate unchecked and unidentified, and I understand you have other concerns.”

I huff. I wasn’t adequately prepared for this conversation and composing the proper response will take time. And Wentin is talking in a way that makes me feel rushed. Like, if I give it too much of a pause, it will fill the silence with more of its grandiloquent ambient noise.

Fortunately, Chapman steps up and asks, “Are the turncoats actually real, Wentin?”

“Oh, there are always turncoats, especially in a population as large as Independence County,” brushes the question off. “Or should I just call them the opposition? It’s not like they declared their allegiance to Queen Meg to begin with.”

“You said options,” I manage to say.

“Yes, I did!” it chirps. “There are so many we could choose from, too. It depends on what your expectations are, I suppose. But I think it would be in everyone’s best interest if we discuss them.”

“What options? Options for what?” Chapman asks for me, as Ptarmigan starts scuffing and kicking the ground.

Joel, for his part, has plopped his butt on the ground like a giant extremely misshapen corgi, exuding the casual carelessness only the ignored can afford. It’s helping me, though. I like his manner.

Wentin actually pauses, tilting his head at Chapman and grinning to show off his broad, flat, triangular teeth that could slice through flesh like knives.

And in that pause, Ptarmigan mutters, “I should have done this long ago.”

“Scenarios,” Wentin drawls long and smoothly, tasting each syllable of the word as if it was rendering it with its mouth and not some biological stereo speaker set deep in its chest. “Oh, my dear Artist of How Things Bump, so many delicious scenarios.”

Chapman scowls and looks it up and down, and then says, “Why do I feel less scared of you with every word you say?”

“Why should you be scared of me to begin with, Artist? I’m only here to serve,” Wentin emphasizes that last word as if its meant to mean something else that pleases it too greatly.

“Yeah, no. You’re harmless,” Ptarmigan grumbles.

“Manners, please!” the monster protests.

“You’re literally one of the world’s oldest nightmares, and your job is to keep animals on their toes, their instincts honed, and ready to run when there’s a hint of danger. And talking is your weakest stance,” Ptarmigan says. “No, Wentin, I respect you. These are my manners. Interpretation is translation. It facilitates diplomacy.” She turns to me, “Wentin is effectively bearing its throat. It wants to serve you. It just doesn’t know how.”

Joel yawns and Wentin shuts up, looking just a little bewildered and maybe smaller.

It waits patiently and quietly as I look at Ptarmigan and then Chapman, tilt my head, and then look at it.

And then I’m given the time to look down at my tablet and compose a question, “Are you a dragon?”

But Ptarmigan answers for it, “Oh, yes, definitely. That was part of the whole point of my divination right now. I thought I knew exactly what it was since the first time I met it. We had a delightful series of conversations back then where I learned what it does. But, what I didn’t know was how it was related to you. It’s a dragon. Just like you are. Its place in the world is just really ancient and obvious. It might even be one of the oldest dragons.”

Chapman asks, “Wentin. May I scan you, please?”

Wentin demurely bows its head. And for some reason, now that it has fallen silent I feel more afraid of it. But Chapman takes that gesture as assent and taps hir wrists together.

Shift.

“Oh. It is there, isn’t it. It’s not in our minds, not a shared hallucination,” Chapman exclaims. Then sie asks Wentin, “How did you sneak up on us suddenly like that?”

Wentin relaxes and smiles and croons in good humor, then says, “I’ve always been able to do that. It’s just one of the little perks I provide for those morsels that deserve it.”

And suddenly I’m not scared of it again. I’m so soothed by its words and manners that for a brief moment I want to be eaten by it.

“Shit,” I say, and shake my head.

Wentin giggles.

Then it says, looking to the side to demonstrate the length of its mouth as it talks, “I can consume your vessel as many times as you may need, my lady. It is my specialty.”

I take three steps back, eyes wide, wings wide and ready to beat shit silly, tail lashing.

Joel harumphs in a bored way, and it helps me come back to myself and relax a bit. But holy shit, I feel the need to get as far away from that maw as possible.

It’s like when I was small and wingless, standing on the edge of Ross dam and knowing that I would throw myself off it in a heartbeat if my parents weren’t there to scream at me while I did it, and holding back more because I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to fly after all, even though my body insisted I could.

I wonder if humans feel something similar when I transfix them.

Ptarmigan points to me and says to Wentin, “That might be useful. If you aim it at the right person.”

“Yeah, but please don’t do that to Meghan again, thank you,” Chapman adds.

Wentin grins, “Would you like some?”

“No.”

It’s Ptarmigan’s turn to coincidentally speak for me, asking, “You don’t actually know what Daniel Säure is up to, do you?”

“I’ll never confess my weaknesses,“ Wentin complains.

“That’s OK, we can work with you anyway,” she says. “I think you’ve already helped us out immensely, and you’ll make a great messenger and agent of…” she looks at Chapman and actually grins for the second time I’ve seen, “chaos.”

“Yeah,” Chapman says. “Also, maybe stop sewing discord in the, uh.. Hm. They chose that name on purpose didn’t they? Wentin, can you please stop scaring the shit out of the other dragons?”

“Oh, but I need to eat.”

“You don’t actually eat fear, do you?” Chapman asks, squinting and frowning. Then sie looks at Ptarmigan.

“No,” Ptarmigan says. “Hilariously, it feeds on agreement. It’s just always achieved that agreement by terrifying its audiences. They agree that it’s terrifying and they run, and it grows. Or they agree to give up and die, and it eats them in their dream, and it walks away satisfied as they wake up in a self recriminating panic. For this Earthly vessel, though, I expect it needs real food.”

“I most certainly do not!” Wentin protests.

“Really.”

“I do not. Agreement, as you say, is more than enough.”

“Fantastic. That tells us more.” Then Ptarmigan turns to me with her typical stony face and says deadpan, “Meg, Your Highness, I think we may have found you a mentor. Wentin should be able to teach you things that we can’t.”

I creep carefully back to my tablet to ask, “How?”

“Wentin,” Ptarmigan addresses the nightmare. “Could you, if you wanted to, describe to Meghan what it feels like to do things like move instantly through whatever means it is that you do that? Or how to change your size and shape, as I think you can do? I’m right that I saw you shrink just a moment ago. I’m not sure she can do those things, but the sensations might be similar to other things she can do.”

“It would be a challenge,” Wentin says with an eagerness that doesn’t befit the sentence.

“Would it be more… effective? Perhaps? If, while you explained things, you did something, like…” Ptarmigan looks past Chapman at me with hooded eyes, assessing me in a way that makes me profoundly nervous, given the circumstances and present company. I realize I haven’t fully developed my trust in her. She still has an air that makes me wonder just how much of the truth she’s ever telling me. “Chase her, Wentin! And try to eat her!”

What?

—

It’s Saturday afternoon, broad daylight. There’s a huge gap in the clouds allowing everything to be illuminated by the sun, and I’m dissociating furiously. This is unreal. One moment, I was negotiating a deal of some sort with another dragon, hoping it would go OK, the next, I’m running for my life.

I can flap my wings. I can jump. I can even fly for fifty yards or so. But I cannot get high enough to bring my feet and tail more than a foot above Wentin’s reach.

It’s just like the recurring nightmares of my youth, and now I’m wondering if it wasn’t Wentin in those dreams, too.

I can’t be awake right now, it doesn’t make any sense.

But I also don’t dare fly out over the water, because I’ll have to land and I’ll find myself in the drink.

And while I can head into the city, and try to climb my building, that would mean leading Wentin into crowds of people, and I can’t do that.

And as I’m running and dodging and dashing and flapping all over the park, like a hapless chicken chased by a dog, Wentin is fucking lecturing me.

But it’s like taunting instead. Taunting with suggestion.

“That’s right, Meghan, this is all very real,” it cackles. “Everything you and I do in this little dance of ours has immediate consequences. It’s no dream this time! Hold onto that while I swallow you whole!”

I rumble, and I squawk, and I knock, and I shout “Mayor!” and say “shit” and none of it does any good.

I can’t keep this up. I’m not an endurance hunter like a human is. I can already feel my body flagging and running nearly on empty. Pretty soon my muscles will stop working, even as I dodge around old, abandoned storage tanks.

And the others just watch, like my family did in my nightmares.

“But there are rules to this, Meghan,” my nightmare screams. “And the rules have always been the same! You know them! You’ve followed them! You’ve successfully evaded me for hundreds of thousands of years! Millions!”

What?

I’m so distracted by that, I lose track of everything else and just become aware of where my body is and what it’s doing in relation to the monster. I don’t think I even remember to breathe.

I feel like that’s just dissociation, especially because of how aware I am of my situation in the moment, and the thought of wondering if I’m breathing or if it matters because I can’t feel it anymore.

Now it’s like I’m moving my body through sheer will, and there’s no resistance.

“I will eat you, Meghan. That much is certain,” it whispers, and I hear it perfectly clear through my own squawking and flapping. “But before I do, you will remember the rules. Through the repetition of practice and reflex, you will retrain your conscious mind. And you will live!”

Jesus shit, fucking Christ, Smaug on a biscuit, it almost got me that time!

“You can do anything your body remembers doing, Meghan, if you let it, or I will eat you now!”

As I jump straight up, flapping, and bring myself just high enough for Wentin’s teeth to snap shut an inch below the tip of my tail, I wonder what the rest of the city is seeing and hearing. How can anybody let this go on without comment or action, without social consequence? Where are the dreaded police that have been watching? Is this what they want? To see one dragon get eaten by another, cut in half by teeth that have evolved to sever scale and bone?

What are the rules?

#writeblr #dragon #original fiction #serial fiction #transformation #transgender

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taylorkit · 8 months ago

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QUICK STATS ;

Name: Kit Taylor

Age: 38

Gender & Pronouns: Male & he/him

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Time in Covington: From birth to 21, then from 30 to now

Occupation: Country singer & owner of Southern Drawl Country Bar & Line Dancing

Neighbourhood: Riveroak Farms

Relationship Status: Single

CLICK BELOW FOR QUICK INTRO & MY DISCORD!

QUICK INTRO ;

Drugs tw, addiction tw

Kit was born in Covington, his dad taught him how to fish and how to drink. His mom taught him how to cook and how to treat a woman right. He was always into music even as a kid, was inspired a lot by the music his parents would listen to.

His parents knew he had a passion for music but pushed him to attend college and do a 'serious degree'. Kit obviously didn't want to, and hella disappointed them when he told them he'd be jumping on a bus to Nashville to try and make it big with just himself and his guitar.

He worked his ass off for a short while, busking on the street and singing in bars to the same drunks. But then he got noticed and he got signed, and his music flew from there. The usual story of one album became two, and he went on tours around the country. Did pretty well for himself tbh, was relatively popular amongst the country music scene.

He met a beaaaautiful blonde and fell in love. She dreamed of becoming an actress so they moved to LA together. She was heavy into partying and dragged him into it, and in his early 20's he developed a cocaine addiction. I see them as a lil bit like Britney Spears and Justin Timberlake early 2000s vibes, but with a dash of chaos from Tommy Lee and Pamela Anderson energy.

She fell pregnant at 23, and they had a daughter. They were the 'cool parents' who didn't shelter her from the lifestyle they had.

But his agent pushed him for more music and he wrote some songs but they just weren't right. He realised he needed to move back home to the south, to his roots, to see if that would kick start his music again. Kit and his partner had an amicable break up, and he moved back to Covington while their daughter stayed in LA.

He wrote some music, but ultimately over the years decided he had moved on from releasing music and touring, and just wanted a simple life. Kit wanted to sit on his porch with his guitar and a beer, and his dog, and write music he loved.

He bought the line dancing bar and he uses it to bring people together with country music and a damn good time. He still loves to party tbh, and will hold nights where he'll either play some of his music or he'll showcase local talent. You can generally find him either working behind the bar or somewhere nearby, talking to his regulars.

His daughter is now 14, and in the past couple years or so she decided to move to Covington to live with him, and she is an avid horse rider.

Kit is pretty happy living his life in his hometown, writing music and sitting on his back porch with his guitar. He will pretty much always have either a beer or a cigarette in his hand. Loves a cowboy hat. Loves horse riding and fishing. He owns a couple horses and has a golden retriever called Rex. He can be pretty chaotic despite being a fully grown adult and a father. He will get you drunk and find it hilarious when you can't handle it. He's just here for a good time, not a long time, you know?

#( intro. )

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findyourrp · 1 year ago

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Information about me and how I roleplay!

Mackenzie, 22, she/her. Roleplay partners must be 18+ No minors. My maximum post length is 200 words. I do doubling up, and singles! I’m okay with parings, male x male, male x female, female x female!

(Read this closely!!!!!) (For doubling up, I play as your love interest, you play as mine. I do not roleplay my love interests for others. For singles, you only play as my love interest, and I only play as my oc, I don’t play as your love interest for this.)

I roleplay OC x Canon. I would prefer if we roleplay on Discord. I love, love, love to plot and discuss any ideas we have as well as taking ooc, and getting to know my roleplay partner! Communication is very very important! I’ll send you a reminder after a week to see if you’re still interested in our roleplay! Please do the same for me!

Let me know if you’re no longer interested in the role-play! I don’t know how many times I have to repeat this over and over, communication is very important!!! Don’t block me and be mean about it, and don’t ghost me and leave me to ask you if you are interested, only for me to find out i’ve been blocked. Just tell me of your no longer interested, alright? So, please communicate with me!

What I’m looking for

• Marvel’s The Punisher. (My love interest is Billy Russo.)

• Shadow and Bone. (My love interest is Aleksander Morozova/General Kirigan.)

• Marvel’s MoonKnight. (My love interest is Arthur Harrow.)

• Dead Poets Society. (My love interest is Neil Perry.)

• Prison Break. (My love interest is Michael Scofield.)

• The Flash. (My love interest is either Barry Allen, Savitar or Leonard Snart.)

• American Horror Story (My love interest is James Patrick March, Kai Anderson, Kit Walker or Austin Sommers.)

• Penny Dreadful. (My love interest is Dorian Gray.)

• Disney’s Descendants. (My love interest is Ben Beast.) Note: Will not play Carlos De Vil out of respect for Cameron Boyce.

• Once Upon A Time. (My love interest is Peter Pan.)

• Top Gun [1986] (My love interest is Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell.)

• Top Gun: Maverick [2022] (My love interest is either Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell or Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw.)

• 21 Jump Street [TV Series] (My love interest is Tom Hanson.)

• Wayne [a 2019 original series on YouTube and on Prime Video] (love interest is Wayne Mccllough.)

• One Of Us Is Lying [A original peacock tv series] (My love interest is Simon Kelleher)

If you are interested in any of these fandoms, please like this post or comment down below, or send me a message here so I can give you my Discord! I will only give my discord if you’re actually interested in roleplaying!

like & asker will find you!

#rp finder #18+ rp #fandom rp #fandom roleplay #one of us is lying rp #top gun maverick rp #top gun rp #once upon a time rp #penny dreadful rp #ahs rp #the flash rp #punisher rp #prison break rp #dead society rp #disney descendants rp #21 jump street rp #moonknight rp #roleplay

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lgcwenjun · 1 year ago

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hi everyone!!! thank you sm for all the warm welcomes 🫶🏻 i’m super super excited to bring wenjun here and for his journey in legacy!! wenjun was born in fujian, china and has been a trainee since july 2021! he’s also a part-time florist so pls come to him if u ever want to talk about flowers or need bouquets 💖 i have wenjun’s profile linked here! i would love to plot with everyone so please feel free to like this post and i’ll jump straight into your ims!! i also have a twitter account @sserafimgfs ! and a discord as well if you’d prefer plotting there!!

underneath the cut i’ve got a basic profile of wenjun as well as some !!! plot ideas!!

born in fujian, china

2002 liner!! turning 21 in july!

wenjun is a part time florist! his father gifted his mum a store for her to turn into a flower shop on their 10th anniversary and growing up, wenjun would help her out there!

because of his father’s love for music ( his father is a retired musician ), wenjun grew up loving music as well! he knows how to play the violin & piano, and he enjoys singing too. his dancing is... another story...

wenjun was fairly famous on weibo and douyin where he would upload covers of songs. it would mostly be him covering songs on his violin or singing along

his parents encourage him to audition for legacy ( even tho he had like 0% confidence ). he ends up failing the first time he auditions, but gets accepted the second time!!

still struggling with korean, so he may have a hard time expressing himself! he usually understands the gist of whats going on tho

because wenjun grew up in such a loving family, he’s also got a lot of love to give!

wenjun is very very careful with his words, while he isn’t exactly ‘soft spoken’ he tries to not say things that may hurt someone’s feelings – which is both a pro and con because he can’t exactly be assertive

has only ever had two really serious relationships, but in both relationships he was dumped 💔 mostly because his gf & bf at that time didn’t feel important enough since wenjun is pretty nice and speaks gently to almost everyone

needs a hug tbh

plot ideas!!

friends!!!!!! wenjun definitely needs friends! people that he can trust, and that he’s comfortable around! he’s also 100% the type to gift his friends bouquets and random flowers

people that wenjun knew back when he was in china! wenjun studied in fujian but maybe they could’ve become friends on weibo and douyin, and kept in contact there! either one of them could’ve been surprised to see the other!

trainees that wenjun can comfortably speak mandarin with! sometimes he just wants to rant and it’s a little easier in his mother tongue

violin and piano enthusiasts!!!

rivals ?? someone that wenjun sees as a rival or vice versa! wenjun isn’t the type to trash talk though, but he’s definitely the type to easily feel insecure!

wenjun works as a florist part-time at a store, so maybe friends that like to visit his flower store! wenjun will welcome you with open arms ( and an open cash register!! pls buy something! )

wenjun wears contacts but sometimes his eyes get rly dry! you spot him blinking somewhere ( because of his dry eyes ) and think he’s winking at you??? or alternatively: while you’re talking to him his eyes start to get rly dry and he blinks so much he starts tearing up and you think he’s crying!! but because of wenjun’s inability to express himself well it ends up in a misunderstanding

wenjun is also very easily scammed by con artists on the street 💔 1) because he’s too nice and 2) because he hasn’t truly mastered korean yet. your muse starts feeling a little protective of him?? or points out to him that he’s been scammed!!!

exes? (m/f) the ex plot is open!

one night stand...??? (m/f) wenjun is really not the type to be in a casual r/s or fool around with someone like this unless he feels a spark there so he probably freaked out after that one night, and wants you to forget!!!!!! feelings may or may not be involved????? more plotting can be done!!

#( .ooc )#( i am so excited for this boy!!!!! i have a few fun plots underneath the cut <3 #pls plot with him!!

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findroleplay · 1 year ago

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Information about me and how I roleplay!

What I’m looking for

• Marvel’s The Punisher. (My love interest is Billy Russo.)

• Shadow and Bone. (My love interest is Aleksander Morozova/General Kirigan.)

• Marvel’s MoonKnight. (My love interest is Arthur Harrow.)

• Dead Poets Society. (My love interest is Neil Perry.)

• Prison Break. (My love interest is Michael Scofield.)

• The Flash. (My love interest is either Barry Allen, Savitar or Leonard Snart.)

• American Horror Story (My love interest is Tate Langdon, James Patrick March, Kai Anderson, Kit Walker or Austin Sommers.)

• Penny Dreadful. (My love interest is Dorian Gray.)

• Disney’s Descendants. (My love interest is Ben Beast.) Note: Will not play Carlos De Vil out of respect for Cameron Boyce.

• Once Upon A Time. (My love interest is Peter Pan.)

• Top Gun [1986] (My love interest is Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell.)

• Top Gun: Maverick [2022] (My love interest is either Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell or Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw.)

• 21 Jump Street [TV Series] (My love interest is Tom Hanson.)

• Wayne [a 2019 original series on YouTube and on Prime Video] (love interest is Wayne Mccllough.)

• One Of Us Is Lying [A original peacock tv series] (My love interest is Simon Kelleher)

#roleplay #rp #one of us is lying rp #wayne rp #21 jump street rp #once upon a time rp #top gun rp #descendants rp #penny dreadful rp #american horror story rp #the flash rp #prison break rp #dead poets society rp #moonknight rp #shadow and bone rp #the punisher rp #marvel rp

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mika-0730 · 6 months ago

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multiples of 7^^

Uwehhhhhh so many here we gooooo

7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now?

Just answered this, but yes i do and i hope the ones I'm in feel a bit more real

14. Do you believe in luck and miracles?

I do! Even if something is mathematically and statistically possible, there's still something to be Said around having luck and all that

21. What are you bad habits?

I'll start to neglect my needs like eating and start to self isolate when I'm feeling upset and bad. If you don't see me shitposting or talking often, I'm probably in a bad spot

28. Who are you most comfortable around?

Right now I'm recovering from a bad break up that has kinda made me cautious around people, but there's a couple of my friends who i really care about and feel comfy around

35. Would you rather live without TV or music?

TV, easy. I'll read manga and listen to music all day

42. If your being extremely quiet what does it mean?

Depends on the scenario! I could be comfortable just listening, i could be overwhelmed, my body language is a better read Rather than silence

49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about?

Yep!

56. Favourite colour?

Blue!

63. Ever been in love?

I've got a weird relationship with that word, but yes, and likely lots of times

70. Names of your bestfriends?

Oh gosh, i feel a lot of affection for friends and everyone i know is like less than two years since I've known them, so the time isn't there, but the monster Island discord would be my answer. Coops, Sylvie, Vivi, Jackie, Maddy, love y'all so much

77. Chocolate or Vanilla?

Vanilla!

84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street?

Neither!

91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now?

Too much energy, but yeah, must politicians especially Ted Cruz and Nancy pelosi

98. Do you tan a lot?

Nope! I normally go straight to burn

105. Ever been to a bonfire party?

A looooooooong time ago with my family, and not the fun kind

112. Who was the last person you cried in front of?

My roomie last night after things got overwhelming

119. Favourite book?

Unfortunately I'm not a huge book reader, so I'll go with my favorite manga reads. MagiRevo for this one ^^

126. Are you currently bored?

Honestly kinda, but I'm enjoying sitting outside

133. Favourite lyrics right now?

Oh I'm so absolutely terrible at lyrics i can't think of a single set right now... Okay wait i don't listen to him but there's several lines from the Kendrick diss track that I'm thinking about, specifically the striking a cord one

140. Summer or Winter?

Winter!! Comfy clothing and lots of cuddles and warm filling soups

147. Mars or Snickers?

Both are generally fine but i prefer others ^^

#mika answers #thank you friendo ^^#ask meme

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burymeinwillow · 3 years ago

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Hello!

🍃Forsty | Norwegian | 29 | He/Him🍃

Main blog ✨ Hurt/Comfort Sideblog ✨ Art Tag ✨ My Gifs ✨ Posts _________________________________________________________

Retro Tv Time Discord Server

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Bonanza OCs: 🍃 Forest | Moodboard 🍃 Jesse Cartwright | Moodboard 🍃 Heather Dawson | Moodboard 🍃Colt West | Moodboard

Centaur Bonanza AU Werewolf Joe Cartwright AU

Below the ‘keep reading’ is a list of westerns and older shows that I like!

Westerns: - Bonanza (1959-1973) - Laramie (1959-1963) - The Virginian (Mostly the first 2 season) (1962-1971) - Little House on the prairie (1974-1983) - Alias Smith and Jones (1971-1973) - The Magnificent Seven (1998-2000) - The Young Riders (1989-1992) - Bordertown (1989-1991) - Dr. Quinn Medicine Woman (1993-1998) - Little Men (1998-1999) - Laredo (1965-1967)

Other old shows: - The Dukes of Hazzard (1979-1985) - Movin’ On (1974-1976) - Riptide (1984-1986) - Rat Patrol (1966-1968) - Starsky and Hutch (1975-1979) - Macgyver (1985-1992) - Miami Vice (1984-1989) - Highway to Heaven (1984-1989) - The A-Team (1983-1987) - Baywatch (1989-2001) - 21 Jump Street (1987-1991) - Beastmaster (1999-2002) - Sheena (2000-2002) - Adventure Inc (2002-2003) - The Tribe (1999-2003)

I can make gifs from all of these so feel free to leave a request! (tho keep in mind I may be slow at it)

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blizzardheart12 · 3 months ago

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Hoffs and Hanson + Hopps and Wilde (21 Jump Street x Zootopia)

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“Don’t call me cute. Get in the car.”

I’ve been thinking about the similarities between these two duos for a very long time. Hopps and Wilde have always reminded me of Hoffs and Hanson from the Jump Street series. I seriously don’t believe that the whole Hoffs/Hopps thing was simply a “coincidence” as Disney says. Regardless, I hope the new movie contains many references to the show! I think it would be very fitting. Watching Zootopia is like watching a movie about Tom and Judy in another universe.

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Y’all don’t forget to check out my Jump Street Discord server (link in my most recent post)!

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silkholland · 3 years ago

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Hey! Also, I remember yesterday you requested CYM asks so here's one.

CYM as your favorite comfort movies

I will take no slander for my choices of comfort movies. Let me live.

@blindingdutchy as SpiderMan: No Way Home because I too would open the multiverse to do anything to make her happy

@specialk-18 as 21 Jump Street because your entire blog makes me laugh and sigh at the same time

@subspider as Scream because I’m pretty sure you want Ghostface as much as I do

@greenorangevioletgrass as Spider-Man: Far From Home simply because of how much we thirst over him on discord

@aniqua as Bride of Chucky because i know you love your bimbos and Tiff gives me slight bimbo vibes

@feliciahardly as Trick r Treat simply because I love that movie and I love your name….i truly don’t have a good reasoning.

#silkholland #specialk-18 #cym #cherie answers #i need a better tag for that

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novemberandmay · 4 years ago

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Daminette December

Day 21, Darkness

Warnings: Mentions Suicidal thoughts, slightly graphic descriptions, and dark theme

Marinette was spiraling.

She wrote notes with tears covering half of the pages. She got through half of them before she burst. Her feelings were too much for her, too much for the mortal body she was in. The pain was too much for her brain, her heart, her. She couldn’t take it anymore, writing out her feelings barely helped. As she sat in the corner of the room, she felt empty, she felt full, she felt overflowing. It took what felt like hours till something interrupted her, a lit screen. With her lights off, all that could be seen was her phone going off. When she reached out and grabbed it, her arms hesitant, she could only be filled with dread. What if it was her classmates? Lila? Mlle. Bustier? No matter which of them, it would only make her feel worse. When she finally looked at the notification, she saw it was a discord call request. A Discord call from her only friend, her online friend, Robin. She accepted the call, only to be greeted with a low voice. A low, calming voice.

“Ladybug? Are you feeling adequate? You did not attend the weekly meeting, again. I would assume you were quitting if I did not know how stupidly stubborn you are.”

She could only laugh in response, her voice going to hysterical levels, ending in rough and ugly sounds.

“Ladybug. I’m serious, are you okay?” His voice was undoubtedly steady, you could barely hear the worried tone.

“.....” She couldn’t respond. She couldn’t respond in fear that he too would realize how ugly and dumb she was. How she didn’t deserve him, his beautiful self. She was nothing compared to him, to anyone. Why did she even answer? She was just a terrible person undeserving of love. Why couldn’t she just help everyone anywhere by passing. Why didn’t she just buy that rope and hang herself up like a decoration. Just an ugly decoration your forced to hang up on the Christmas tree. Or was about taking the knife from the kitchen, it would be easy. She could just slit her throat and bleed out, leaving the world in such a painful way. It would allow her bullies victims to have fun revenge. She could also steal the gun her mother keeps in the drawer. She could paint the walls with her brain splatters. Why couldn’t she just let everyone be HAPPY?!

As she was stuck in her head, she forgot that she was on the call. She just ignored his calls for her, her ears deaf. She no longer could look in the mirror anymore. Not without screaming in fear of herself, an ugly monster. She started to mutter under her breath, telling herself exactly how sick of a person she was. She should’ve just jumped. Should’ve just made it easier on everyone everywhere.

Suddenly, foot steps interrupted her deadly and destructive thoughts.

“MARINETTE!” A voice screamed. A voice she knew. A voice that belonged to Robin.

“Rob-“ Her stutter was cut off by arms reaching over her whole body, linking together behind her.

He held her in place as she screamed, as she wailed and cried, as she tried to rip out of his arms.

Robin never let her go, not until an ambulance arrived to cover her self inflicted injuries and the ones from her classmates. He wouldn’t leave her side again. He wouldn’t let her get attacked on the streets. He wouldn’t let her go. Not after this. Never after this.

He wouldn’t ever leave his love’s side ever.

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@daminette-december2019-2020

Note: Sorry, I’ve been gone for so long, lol. This was pretty much inspired by my own little spiral, haha.. Anyways! I have discord now! I’ve been busy with school work, but I have break coming up in a few days! One of my friends are planning to help me finally look in the mirror without my thoughts hurting me. It’ll be hard work, but I hope I can do it. Hopefully, I’ll be happy in a year or so, maybe less, and actually feel proud of myself. But enough about me, what did you all think of the little fic above? Did I do well? Should I continue to post? I made a goal to try to get the fanfics for some of the other days done. Would you read them?

-November

#maribat #daminette #dark #mlb x batman #mlb x dc #batman x mlb #marinette x damian #damian x marinette #Daminette december #suicidal themes

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improvidence318 · 4 years ago

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More @bonelyheartsclub Discord shenanigans. It was a conversation about which AU bone boy would be good in an undercover operation, a la 21 Jump Street. If you ask me, Black would be immediately recognizable, especially because he’d refuse to wear anything but his Sunday best, and he wouldn’t take anyone’s advice on how to better fit in among the youth of today.

#Improvidence #Audio #Voice #undertale #sans #sans undertale #UT #sans the skeleton #swapfell #swapfell sans #swapfell black #sans black #black #black sans #bonely hearts #bonely hearts club

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lievmultimuses1 · 4 years ago

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Fandoms I Write!

This is my main blog which focus on superheroes type of muses but i do have four other sideblogs that have other type of muses! i do ask you for patience because i also run a gif blog and i am always making gifs

this is open to non mutuals so feel free to check my open starters tags!

TOTAL OF MUSES: 3.421

Can't pick a muse to interact? Don't worry i know i have a lot of them so why not try your luck? send me random starter and i will use a random number generator to pick a muse from all my blogs and make you a starter, if you are a multi muse i will try to make it as open as possible for any of your muse or you can add who you want the starter.

discord: crystalclear#4625

guidelines! muses! open starters! edit icons!

@lievmultimuses1: Agent Carter, Agents of SHIELD, Ant Man, Aquaman, Archer, Arrow, Avengers, Batman, Batwoman, Black Lightning, Black Panther, Captain America, Captain Marvel, Cloak & Dagger, Constantine, Danny Phanton, Daredevil, Deadpool, Defenders, Doctor Strange, Doctor Who, Fantastic Four, Flash, Futurama, Game of Thornes, Gifted, Good Omens, Gotham, Green Lantern, Guardians of the Galaxy, H2O: Just Add Water, Hancock, Harley Quinn, Harry Potter, Hawkeye, Hulk, Inhumans, Iron Fist, Iron Man, IronHeart, iZombie, Jackie Chan Adventures, Jessica Jones, Jurassic Park/World, Justice League, Kim Possible, Kingsman, Lara Croft, Legends of Tomorrow, Librarians, Lucifer, Luke Cage, Man from UNCLE, Man of Steel, Mandalorian, Marvel, Matrix, Men in Black, My Life as a Teenage Robot, Neon Genesis Evengelion, Once Upon a Time/Wonderland, Pirates of the Caribbean, Pokemon, PowerPuff Girls, Preacher, Punisher, Sailor Moon, Sarah Jane Adventures, Scooby-Doo, Shazam!, Smallville, Spider-Man, Spider-Woman, Star Trek/Discovery/Pickard, Star Wars, Stranger Things, Suicide Squad, Supergirl, Swamp Thing, Teen Titans, Thor, Torchwood, Totally Spies, Venom, Wonder Woman, Xena: Warrior Princess, X-Men, Young Justice

@lievmultimuses2: 6 Underground, 007, 9-1-1, 21 Jump Street, 24/Legacy, 1600 Penn, Ace Ventura, Ally McBeal, Almost Human, Anger Management, A-Team, Bad Boys, Barney Miller, Barry, Baywatch, Blue Bloods, Bones, Bounty Hunter, Broadchurch, Brooklyn Nine-Nine, Burn Notice, Castle, Chance, Charlie's Angels, Chicago Fire/Justice/Med/PD, Chicago Hope, Chuck, Covert Affairs, Criminal Minds/Beyond Border/Suspect Behavior, Death in Paradise, Designated Survivor, Detroit: Become Human, Dexter, Die Hard, Dollhouse, Drop Dead Diva, Elementary, Empire, E.R, Fast and the Furious, Finder, Franklin & Bash, Frasier, Fringe, Get Smart, Go On, Gone Girl, Good Doctor, Grey's Anatomy, Guardian, Hannibal, Hart of Dixie, Hawaii Five-0, Homeland, House, House of Cards, How to Get Away with Murder, In Time, Jason Bourne, John Doe, John Wick, Jonathan Creek, KC Undercover, Killing Eve, Las Vegas, Last Enemy, Law & Order/SVU/UK, Legally Blonde, Lethal Weapon, Leverage, Lewis, Limitless, Luther, Man of a Ledge, Masters of Sex, Matrix, Mentalist, Miss Congeniality, Mission Impossible, Mr. and Mrs. Smith, Mr. Robot, National Treasure, NCIS/Los Angeles/New Orleans, Nerve, Newsroom, Night Manager, Night Shift, Nikita, Nip/Tuck, Ocean's Eleven, Pan Am, Peaky Blinders, Person of Interest, Prey, Prison Break, Private Practice, Psych, Quantico, Recovery Road, Red, Revenge, Ringer, Rules of Engagement, Rush, Rush Hour, S.W.A.T., Saving Hope, Scandal, Scrubs, Sherlock, Sif Feet Under, Spy, Station 19, Suits, Terminator the Sarah Connor Chronicles, Thick of It, Third Watch, Veep, Veronica Mars, West Wing, White Chicks, White Collar

@lievmultimuses3: Shit my Dad Says, 2 Broke Girls, 7th Heaven, 8 Mile, 8 Simple Rules, 10 Things I Hate About You, 18 to Life, 27 Dresses, 30 Rock, 50 First Dates, 50 Shades of Grey, 90210, A Cinderella Story, A Dona do Pedaço, A Força do Querer, A Turma da Mônica, A Walk to Remember, According to Jim, Arrested Development, Austin & Ally, Baby Daddy, Bad Education, Beverly Hills, 90210, Big Bang Theory, Big Daddy, Big Love, Big Time Rush, Black-ish, Boy Meets Girl, Boy Meets World, Bride Wars, Brothers & Sisters, Californication, Camp Rock, Carmichael Show, Carrie Diaries, Casual, Client List, Community, Cougar Town, Desperate Housewives, Devil Wears Prada, Drake & Josh, Easy A, Everybody Hates Chris, Everybody Loves Raymond, First Daughter, For Better or Worse, Fortysomething, Freaks and Geeks, Fresh Prince of Bel-Air, Friday Night Lights, Friends, Friends with Better Lives, Full House, Fuller House, Get Down, Gilmore Girls, Girl Meets World, Girls Trip, Glee, Golden Girls, Good Luck Charlie, Gossip Girl, Grandfathered, Great Gatsby, Great Indoors, Greek, Grown Ups, Hangover, Hannah Montana, Heartland, Hey Arnold!, Holiday, Hot in Cleveland, House Bunny, House of Payne, How I Met Your Mother, How to be Single, How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days, iCarly, Insatiable, Insecure, Instant Star, Jessie, Joey, Just Friends, Kenan & Kel, King of Queens, Last Man Standing, Life as We Know It, Lipstick Jungle, Liv and Maddie, Love Thy Neighbor, Lying Game, Mad About You, Mad Men, Mamma Mia!, Marlon, Married with Children, Mean Girls, Middle, Mike & Molly, Modern Family, Mom, Mr. Deeds, Music and Lyrics, My Wife and Kids, Nanny, Nashville, Neighborhood, Neds Declassified School Survival Guide, New Girl, New Normal, Not Going Out, Notebook, O.C, Odd Couple, Office, One Big Happy, One Tree Hill, Overboard, Paren Trap, Pretty Little Liars, Pretty Woman, Princess Protection Program, Raise Your Voice, Riverdale, Royals, Samantha Who?, Secret Diary of a Call Girl, Secret Life of the American Teenager, Seinfeld, Sex and the City, Shake it Up!, Shallows, Shameless, She's Out of My League, Significant Mother, Simpsons, Skins, Some Kind of Beautiful, Sonny with a Chance, SpongeBob SquarePants, Starstruck, Suburgatory, Superior Donuts, Switched at Birth, That '70s Show, This is Us, True Jackson, Two and a Half Men, Ugly Betty, Ugly Truth, Victorious, Weeds, We're the Millers, What a Girl Wants, What I Like About You, Will & Grace, Young Sheldon, Zoe Ever After, Zoey 101, Zoe Ever After

@lievmultimuses4: 3rd Rock from the Sun, 13 Going 30, 16 Wishes, 17 Again, A series of Unfortunate Events, Addams Family, Alice in Wonderland, American Horror Story, Angel, Beauty and the Beast, Being Human UK/US, Bewitched, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Change-Up, Charmed, Click, Danny Phantom, Descendants, Dracula, Early Edition, Fairly OddParents, Fear the Walking Dead, Freaky Friday, Game of Thrones, Ghost Whisperer, Gifted, Good Place, Grimm, Harry Potter, Hemlock Grove, Heroes, Hobbit, Hot Chick, I Dream of Jeannie, Invisible Sister, IT, Legacies, Legend of the Seeker, Life on Mars, Lord of the Rings, Merlin, Munsters, Originals, Outcast, Pushing Daisies, Raven's Home, Resident Evil, Returned, Sabrina the Teenage Witch, Sailor Moon, Secret Circle, Sense8, Shadowhunters, Shaun of the Dead, Silent Hill, Sleepy Hollow, Supernatural, Teen Wolf, That's so Raven, Tru Calling, True Blood, Twilight, Vampire Diaries, Walking Dead, Westworld, Wizards of Waverly Place, World's End, X-Files

@lievmultimuses5: Bolt, Cars, Frozen, Lion King, Princess Diaries, Princess and the Frog, Toy Story

#ooc // Liev speaks

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findyourrp · 1 year ago

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Information about me and how I roleplay!

Let me know if you’re no longer interested in the role-play! Don’t block me and be mean about it, and don’t ghost me and leave me to ask you if you are interested, only for me to find out i’ve been blocked. Just tell me of your no longer interested, alright? So, please communicate with me!

What I’m looking for

• Marvel’s The Punisher. (My love interest is Billy Russo.)

• Shadow and Bone. (My love interest is Aleksander Morozova/General Kirigan.)

• Marvel’s MoonKnight. (My love interest is Arthur Harrow.)

• Dead Poets Society. (My love interest is Neil Perry.)

• Prison Break. (My love interest is Michael Scofield.)

• The Flash. (My love interest is either Barry Allen, Savitar or Leonard Snart.)

• American Horror Story (My love interest is James Patrick March, Kai Anderson, Kit Walker or Austin Sommers.)

• Penny Dreadful. (My love interest is Dorian Gray.)

• Disney’s Descendants. (My love interest is Ben Beast.) Note: Will not play Carlos De Vil out of respect for Cameron Boyce.

• Once Upon A Time. (My love interest is Peter Pan.)

• Top Gun [1986] (My love interest is Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell.)

• Top Gun: Maverick [2022] (My love interest is either Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell or Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw.)

• 21 Jump Street [TV Series] (My love interest is Tom Hanson.)

like & asker will find you !

#rp finder #18+ rp #fandom rp #top gun rp #once upon a time rp #21 jump street rp #descendants rp #the flash rp #moonknight rp #shadow and bone rp #punisher rp #fandom roleplay #rp ad

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ravenbrenna09 · 4 years ago

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Jij Verliest - Chapter Three: Clip 8

the edited version of the chapter will come up later tonight (also technically there are two clips)

master list previous

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Vrijdag 22:32

When Robbe sat down for his typical Friday night stream, he had a plan. For starters, he was only going to stream for the usual three hours that he always did. No more. No less. After, he was going to study for an hour, look over notes for his test on Wednesday, and go to bed. Then, in the morning, he would wake up, have breakfast with the flatshare, and go skating with his friends. After that, he didn’t know.

Robbe thought he was stronger.

Once the clock neared 21:00, his chat thoroughly managed to convince him—aided by Moyo and Aaron, chanting over the Discord call—to stream for an additional hour. While the smarter part of Robbe’s brain had begged him to stick to the schedule in his head, he was having so much fun with his friends and the chat that he couldn’t help extending the time a little longer. And, as it neared 22:00, he couldn’t help but continue for ‘one more round’ which simply turned into five without blinking. Robbe was starting to wonder when it would end because he didn’t want to.

Then, through the act of his phone lighting up, the universe decided to tell him to get off the stream.

earthlingoddity: It’s so lonely under the stars without you.

The message in every sense of the word screamed Sander. Yet, it made Robbe’s insides twist and turn with such a defined precision that it was elating. Freeing. It was bold and private, a confession for only the two of them, something that they shared. Something that Sander wanted to share with Robbe so openly and so quickly and so boldly.

Even though the stream was running, Robbe couldn’t leave Sander without a response. As soon as he had hit send (the second time), he turned back to the stream, catching up on the donations and messages. It was practically second nature now. But, he still found himself watching for his screen to light up again.

sterkerdanijzer: Oh, yeah? How can I make it a little less lonely?

Sander’s next message was the final cannonball into Robbe’s intricate night schedule. Whatever ounce of want to look over his Bio notes, to get to bed on time, splintered into pieces on the ground at three simple little words that flashed on the screen.

earthlingoddity: Wanna join me?

Vrijdag 22:52

As soon as the invitation had come through, Robbe abruptly ended the stream and claimed that he needed to the studying that he had been neglecting. His chat had all wished him goodbye and good luck on his upcoming tests. Once the stream was ended, he practically hung up on his friends and tripped over his feet in his search for a pair of jeans. Once he had switched out his night-stream sweatpants, Robbe was shoving his feet into shoes and typing out a message to Sander about meeting him.

Sander replied with a wink emoji and then an address.

As Robbe stepped out into the hallway, he quietly shut his door and tiptoed toward the front door. Even though Zoë—and Senne—were the only ones home, he didn’t want to disturb them in his haste to meet Sander. As Robbe opened the door, he could hear the sounds of their movie sounding from the living room. Feeling like he was sneaking out past curfew, he tiptoed out the door and pulled it close behind him without a sound. Once the door was locked, Robbe practically sprinted to the elevator, impatiently pressing the button until it opened.

The address that Sander sent him brought him to a warehouse or rather a whole street full of warehouses of all shapes and sizes. Nearly all the surrounding warehouses had their lights shut off and the only light that bathed the street was the harsh white light emanating from the street posts. Other than Robbe and a stray cat that darted into a dark alleyway, the street was empty.

Standing outside of the warehouse with the matching address, he balanced on one foot and looked around, searching for a sign of Sander. Or, at the very least, a clue of where to go. As he hopped off his bike, he spotted another in the shadows of the building and the neighboring one. It was a dark bike with dark handles but there was a bright red lightning bolt sticker on the bars. It was Sander’s.

Stepping into the shadows, Robbe leaned his bike on the wall near his before he moved further into the alleyway in search of the other. It was short and badly lit. There was enough room for a dumpster and some breathing room, but aside from that, the alleyway was bare of anything else. In the end, it opened up onto the Scheldt and the dark night sky. Robbe stepped out of the alleyway and quickly found who he was looking for.

Poised on the edge of the concrete, Sander looked like a stone statue, left there for others to stumble upon and gawk in awe. His bleach blond hair was ruffled by the light breeze and he was staring across the river with a focused gaze. His legs were dangled over the concrete, hovering high above the dark water below. He was dressed in a plain black shirt and a pair of denim jeans that made Robbe wonder if Sander had just gotten off work. As Robbe approached him, cautiously and nerves bouncing frantically in his gut, he accidentally kicked a bottle which made him jump more than it did Sander, who seemed unbothered.

The endearing smile that bloomed across Sander’s face did little to calm the mild heart attack that Robbe had given himself. “Hey,” Sander greeted. Robbe moved closer to him and sat down on the edge of the canal with him. Their legs brushed flush together and a small smile formed over Sander’s lips. “Sorry, I didn’t realize you were here or I would’ve met you.”

“It’s okay,” Robbe said, smiling at him. “I managed to find you all by myself.” Sander chuckled, smiling over at him with a sheepish smile on his face. “Did you just feel like star-gazing tonight?”

“Yeah,” Sander replied, shrugging his shoulders as he turned to Robbe. “Since I had the late shift and had to close up tonight, I thought I would come out and watch the stars a little before bed. Plus, if I went back to my apartment, it would be too quiet anyway. Noor’s in the Netherlands visiting family and, well—you know where Senne is.”

“How did you even find this place?” Robbe asked.

“In high school, I used to sneak out and roam the city,” Sander said, shyly. “When I wasn’t in a good place, it always brought me comfort. I would search the city for graffiti art and document it all. It’s how I found this place and over a dozen more coves of hidden artistic treasures around the city.” Sander smiled, returning his eyes back to the water. “But, this place has been my favorite. There’s not a lot of lights to block out the stars and it’s peaceful this time of night because not a lot of people live here.”

“Yeah,” Robbe said, barely a whisper. Sander glanced over at him and Robbe felt his cheeks flush in embarrassment for being caught staring. Even as a bright smile formed over Sander’s face, Robbe found himself unable to look as his cheeks flushed brighter. “It does seem quite peaceful here.”

Sander chuckled before turning back to the stars in front of him.

Unable to keep still, Robbe turned to take in their surrounding. He had been so focused on finding Sander that he hadn’t taken in their surroundings. In addition, he knew that if he didn’t keep his eyes off Sander, he would fall into the same daze of staring until he was caught again. Though, Robbe had a feeling that Sander didn’t mind him staring a little too long. In fact, he was certain that he enjoyed it.

The warehouse behind them was a simple warehouse with a large deep blue door. He had seen it many times before, of course, because his normal skatepark was on the other side of the river. But, the warehouse next to it, the one a little further back and hidden, was the one that caught his attention. For a second, he thought it was the trick of the light—or the shadows—but he realized there was something on the wall, harshly obscured due to the lack of light.

“What is that?” Robbe questioned.

Sander turned to him. “Huh?”

Unable to answer his question, Robbe rose to his feet. He moved away from Sander, who shuffled somewhere behind him. As he got closer to the building, he pulled his phone out and turned on his flashlight. Once the light was on and he reached the side of the building, he directed his phone toward it and gasped.

It was a mural.

In a large oblique circle located in the center of the brick wall, there was a depiction of a torrential ocean. The waves were large and massive, looking like they would crash into each other in a second’s notice. Above the ocean were deep gray clouds that poured heaps of rain onto the ocean below. The mural took up half of the building wall and Robbe couldn’t stop staring at it, shining his light over every piece of the mural, not wanting to miss a piece.

There was the shuffle of boots behind him, but Robbe didn’t have to look to know that Sander was right behind him. “Do you like it?” Sander asked.

There was something lingering in his voice that Robbe didn’t pinpoint. Pausing, Robbe turned to Sander, who was moving toward him with cautious steps and his hands buried deep in his pockets. He turned back to the mural in front of him, his eyes searching the dark blue paint and its torrential rain and overwhelming ocean waves. “I love it.”

“Really?” Sander questioned.

The artist was closer to Robbe now. He could feel the warm presence that Sander radiated just out of his reach. Robbe’s head spun out of control, twisting and churning like the depiction of the torrential downpour in front of him. Despite the fact that his heart might leap out of his chest if he talked, Robbe said, “Yes.”

Sander let out a breath before he said, “I’m happy to hear that you like it.” His breath brushed against the shell of Robbe’s ear and he shivered unexpectedly at the feeling of him so close. Sander’s tattooed arm appeared over his shoulder and his right hand grasped Robbe’s hand which held the phone. His hand was warmer, larger, and the warmth flooded through his body unexpectedly. Gently, Sander moved his hand so the phone’s light was shining directly below the mural.

In the center of the light beam, there was a prominent black lightning bolt, outlined with a thin line of white along its right side. On its left, there was an almost unintelligible S and a similar-looking D was on its right. A realization clicked in Robbe’s head as he stared at the tag. Sander dropped his hand from around Robbe’s, his thumb swiping across his knuckles, and Robbe felt a small smile tugging up the corners of his lips. “You painted this.”

“Yeah,” Sander said. “One night, a few months ago, I couldn’t sleep no matter how hard I tried so I snuck out and came here with a bag full of spray paint. I didn’t know what I was going to do, but I had found a ladder that someone left and I started working. Once sunlight hit and Senne realized I was gone, he found me high on the ladder with spray paint covering my hands and exhausted. When he asked me what it meant, I couldn’t explain. It was just how I felt.”

“I get that.”

Turning away from the mural, Robbe turned to Sander. But, he had underestimated how close the artist had gotten and the realization had knocked all of the wind out of his lungs. Sander was standing within reach, less than, with his hands buried deep in his pockets. His green eyes, which stood out from the dark shadows surrounding them, were focused solely on him and Robbe was positive that he looked like a gaping fish.

It felt like Wednesday all over again, green eyes searching brown ones, brown ones searching green ones, in the darkness of the night sky. But, this time, Robbe was the one who purposely dropped his gaze to Sander’s lips and the artist immediately let out a shaky breath. He glanced back up at Sander, who had a vulnerable but determined look in his eyes, as their eyes locked together again.

Then, Sander took a step closer.

With each agonizing second that Sander leaned closer, Robbe could feel his emotions churning in his stomach like the waves depicted on the wall behind him. They crashed against his skin in torrential waves, drowning him beneath their waves, and they collided in his skull like excited particles threatening to explode. His stomach was a fit of nerves and anticipation of what might come next—of what was coming next—of how much he wanted it to happen with every nerve and atom that existed in his body. Robbe tilted his head so their lips would easily slide together.

As their noses brushed together—as Robbe’s eyes fluttered close—as Sander’s warm hand cradled his jaw—as Robbe gripped onto his bicep, the waves shuttered to a stop and all the excited particles halted in midair, leaving only one thought in their wake as their lips grazed against each other: I want this.

If the wait was like drowning, the kiss itself was like breaking the surface of the water, the waves reducing around him and taking a gigantic breath of fresh air. Sander’s large, warm hands cradled his jaw. In Sander’s gentle, warm grip, Robbe felt like he was something precious. Sander’s lips pressed against his own, barely there, gentle and sweet. Robbe felt like his head was spinning, his senses filled with the smell of Sander’s intoxicating cologne. But, even with his senses full of the intoxicating smell, Robbe felt like it wasn’t enough—he wanted Sander even closer.

Sander pulled away, letting out a breath that ghosted across Robbe’s face, and he opened his eyes to look up at him.

A beautiful smile was on Sander’s face and it was directed at him. It was by far the widest that Robbe had ever seen him smile and it looked like it could’ve split Sander’s face into two separate pieces. It made him look like a piece of artwork or a moment snapped in time. And, it was absolutely infectious. Robbe’s own lips pulled up in a smile as he stared at him. Robbe’s cheeks ached and he knew that his dimples were likely out. But, no matter how much it hurt, Robbe didn’t want to stop smiling and he didn’t think that he was capable of doing so.

“Fuck,” Sander said. His thumbs dragged across his cheekbones, dipping a little at the dimples on the edges of his lips, before tracing the path all over again. One of his hands moved back into the hair at the nap of Robbe’s neck, holding him there, tugging at the strands of his hair. Then, he whispered, a confession for Robbe and Robbe only, “You’re so beautiful.”

“So are you,” Robbe whispered.

Robbe surged up toward him. He stood on his toes to kiss him again—to kiss him a third time—to kiss him as many times as Sander would want to. And, Sander was there, holding onto him tightly and ready to catch him, and met his kiss with eager force.

Their first kiss had been sweet and short. It was like they were testing the waters on it all, trying to see if it was something the other wanted. But, this kiss was hungry and desperate, like they couldn’t get close enough to satisfy their increasing desire. There wasn’t enough time in the world so Sander kissed him with everything that he had and Robbe tried to pull Sander closer and closer until there was no room in between them. Their lips moved in an uncoordinated fashion, half reacting to the other, as they tried to learn their lips. Robbe tried to mesmerize this moment with Sander’s fingers in his hair and Robbe clinging to the black fabric of his t-shirt desperately.

Sander’s kiss slowed a little, but not enough to separate their lips. Then, he moved, taking one step and the other, and Robbe tilted along with him, clinging desperately to his shoulders like a koala that was unable to let go. But, Robbe couldn’t help it and he didn’t think Sander minded. He did not want to separate from the softness of Sander’s lips or the eagerness of his kiss. Sander’s hand was tight on his hip, guiding him on where he wanted him to go, before Robbe felt his back press against the wall—the wall with the mural—before Sander’s kiss returned in full force.

Sander leaned further against Robbe, nearly putting all of his weight on him. His hands tugged on the strands of Robbe’s hair and kissed him harder and faster. Robbe let out a sigh and tried to match Sander’s overwhelming, intoxicating intensity. He arched into the kiss before wrapping one arm around Sander’s shoulder. He tugged Sander closer and he came willingly, stepping forward and crowding Robbe against the wall. Robbe dug his fingers into the blond strands of his hair and Sander sighed between their lips.

They broke the kiss, half panting into each other’s mouth, trying to regain their breath. They were quiet and still, simply holding onto each other and relishing in each other’s presence. Then, a giggle escaped from Robbe’s mouth and Sander let out a laugh before moving to close the distance again. Their lips slotted together like they never separated.

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