#Also like I haven’t gotten any asks about the ocs so I’m starting to think that I was right to think people had lost interest lmao

[mushroominaforest]

...i tend to lurk, im not great when it comes to interacting with posts most of the time. but yeah i get that from your perspective it's like nobody cares

and i also get the sucky non-interaction when it comes to oc posting, i have the same thing happen and i also mostly stopped oc posting because of it

that all being said. i do think your ocs are cool. and even if you dont feel like talking about them more. i like them. ���

I do feel like talking about them if I’m being honest. I really want to, I just like, you know. I get scared of sharing stuff. I’m sorta used to hiding everything I can, (I would quite literally rather die than show my parents any of my sprunki or rainworld art lmao).

Everyone was very encouraging when I asked if it would be okay if I yapped about my ocs, and I was really excited to. It isn’t like, disheartening, it doesn’t make me feel sad to not get tons of interaction on those posts (I got more than I expected lol), it just makes me anxious. I feel like I’ve walked into a trap, and I pull back even though it’s unnecessary and I’m perceiving rejection where there is none. It’s just a weird thing my brain does, and I can only recognize that I’m freaking out over nothing now that I’m no longer freaking out lol.

I don’t show anyone in my real life any of this stuff. Two of my friends have been trusted to see fanart on occasion, but like I said, death before dishonour lmao. There isn’t a single soul who I’ve let read my writing. I have over 100 stories, some of them fanfiction some of them original. But I don’t trust anyone to read them. That genuinely terrifies me.

(I was debating the idea of maybe posting a few scenes from this oc story, but of course, I chickened out. Instead I defaulted to summarizing them in a kind of like, halfhearted manner lol)

I totally get the “lurking” part btw- when I was complaining (unnecessarily) about people not interacting, that wasn’t directed at you! You’ve liked all my oc posts (I think?) which is great!!!

[queenofallimagines]

Can you do Blue Lock Sae x female reader x Rin? The brothers are fighting for her love.

A/N: I SURE THE FUCK CAN!! The itoshi effect is hating them both and then post backstory explanation coming to like them both a lot😔

TAGLIST: @priv-rose

Sae & Rin itoshi:

- okay so boom

- Had another OC though of being like a counselor at blue lock bc none of them boys is right in the head😭

- You have previous connections to Sae bc you were a counselor for another team he was on and his manager liked you so he would schedule private sessions

- Ended up in you leaving bc he’s so frustrating but alas fate has other plans

- You show up to the U-20 match bc DUH

- Anri doesn’t have any money to hire a manager also so you’re taking over that role

- Sorry😔

- Anyway rin comes to respect you for dragging him by his eyelashes about his trauma

- “So are we gunna start with hating yourself and thinking you’re not good enough to prove a point to your shitty brother OR are we working on your material conditions that stem from that today?”

- “…..off yourself”

- Like he can’t say shit back bc you got em!

- Comes in often enough now that he doesn’t schedule sessions he just shows up to spill the tea

- (Isagi and bachira are the same. the spies on the inside that tell you how the others are doing)

- He comes in and flops down in the chair

- “I’m not looking forward to seeing him. Why the fuck did they call HIM to help the team? His ass should have stayed in Spain!”

- “Oh I hear ya, I’m not looking forward to even making eye contact with his ass either. I’m counting on yall to win.”

- “The game-“

- “I want yall to crush him. I have my own personal beef with him.”

- “…….im not asking how.”

- You’re being restrained from jumping over the divider during the game to go swing on Sae

- Like did you see that?? THE AUDACITY

- DID NOBODY ELSE IN THE WHOLE STADIUM HEAR THAT SHIT??

- Yeah I would have swing on his ass right when the final whistle blew

- Better than me for him to get that mess out his mouth about isagi

- Would have stood up and clocked his ass

- When they’re all jumping all over each other celebrating you can feel the bad vibes coming from rin

- It’s suffocating

- You run to the locker rooms to catch him and bump into sae(accompanied by shidou)

- “……”

- Glaring at his ass

- Give him the dirtiest look ever

- And then turn to Ryusei smiling like you saw a puppy

- “Hey Ryu! Wonderful performance you put on today. You definitely stole the show.”

- Like lmao just ignore him pls

- After saving rin from going off the deep end; bc baby I’m so sorry that an ugly ass bitch would say something like that to you

- Their two week vacation starts

- Rin is surprised to see you in not work clothes chilling like a regular person

- Ends up hanging out with you a lot bc you’re the only one who he can speak freely to

- Unfortunately his brother is also back in the country

- Running into Sae while hanging out with his brother was NOT on your vacation bingo card but here we are

- “You’re here?”

- “I could really say the same to you. You haven’t gotten citizenship to stay your ass over there yet?”

- Flashback✨ y’all had a casual thing back in the day because when he’s not closed off he can be pretty fun to be around

- Then he let a white man get in his feelings and refused to talk about them and lashed out on you

- So he just kinda got these feelings and nothing to do with them

- Didn’t think he’d ever see you again to be honest so now stuff that he buried ages ago is in his face

- Can’t tell you sorry. Doesn’t know how.

- Sees you smiling and doting on rin how you used to him and can’t help but get jealous

- Makes sure to approach you when rin isn’t around

- You go to the kitchen to get water boom he’s there too now

- “Jesus Christ do you ever announce yourself?”

- “You’re in MY house”

- “Is it your house if you only show up one a year?”

- Can’t help but start arguments when he just wants to talk regularly

- Rin already picking up what his brother is trying to lay down and he’s not having it

- He’s already developed a crush on you like you CANT leave

- Gets nervous bc if your past with sae that he might snatch you up too

- Not letting his brother take something else away from him

- So all of a sudden he’s a lot more touchy with you

- Trust me inside he’s screaming and throwing up bc he’s never done this before but he will try

- You can feel his stiff ass hand around your waist😭

- Poor baby

- The silent itoshi beef isn’t missed by you but you don’t know that they’re competing off the pitch too

- “You sure you don’t want to go do something? Like we watched horror movies in your room all day yesterday, I had errands to run-“

- “Well I wanted to start the final destination franchise so you gotta watch all 5 of them there’s a new one coming out”

- “Yeah in 2025! That’s like 3 years away!”

- “Shhhh, the movie starting🙄”

- Hoards you all to himself in his room because you’re surrounded by HIM and less chances for Sae to sneak up on you in public and steal you away or join your date outing together

- Thinks you look cute wrapped in his blankets and tries not to blush when you cling to him

- “I swear to god-“

- “My bad forgot there’s a jumpscare here I’ll warn you about the next one promise.”

- He won’t

- Sae rolling his eyes to the back of his head bc you just always in the house now and Rin hanging off you like a sad puppy

- Sae is more strategic where rin is impulsive

- So he’s the type to do shit from the past that he knew would make your heart flutter and run will be blunt and impulsive with his actions

- Sae will touch your lower back as he comes up behind you to grab a class from the cub board and hand it to you

- Sae will bring you home your favorite snack when he knows rin wont see him give it to you

- Rin will grab your hand in public and not let go to make sure you don’t get lost on a crowd

- Rin will clumsily press his lips to your forehead when you are most distracted

- Both are very annoying

- And after a good WEEK of getting mixed signals from both of them you’re ready to stay your ass at home for the rest of the vacation before it’s back to work

- Monday morning Rin invites you on a morning run

- Which you obviously say fuck NO to bc the sun ain’t even up

- But he shows up to your front door at the asscrack of dawn telling you to get dressed you have no say in the matter unfortunately

- The jog isn’t so bad and he has the decency to buy you breakfast afterwards so that’s nice

- Decent conversation surprisingly

- When he drops you off back at your home he kisses you before literally sprinting off

- He was working up the nerve to do that all morning

- Can’t even say thanks or whatever yet before he presses his body close to you and lifts your head to slot his lips against yours

- Puts all his feelings into that kiss before managing to get out “bye” before his throat completely closes up

- And then sprints off before you can even blink

- Clown

- Giggling and kicking his feet when he gets home

- Sae is packing for his trip back to Spain at the end of the week

- When he catches you leaving his house after another Rin spontaneous all day movie marathon

- Offers to drive you home because it’s dark and he remembers the address

- Didn’t really offer so much as grab his Keys complaining about how you know better than to be outside this late

- Sir 🫤🫤

- The ride is kinda tense until he forces a conversation

- Unsurprisingly e vividly remembers all the right buttons to press to see that smile he’s been dying to see

- Don’t even notice he took the long way back to your home

- Puts his new number in your phone and tells you to stop being stubborn and answer when he texts you

- He’s a gentleman before all else so he walks you right to your front door

- Man barely hears a word you said before pulling you closer by your neck pressing his lips to yours

- Remembers you like the back of his hand the way his lips fit so familiar with yours

- Ends up with your arms around his neck and your back pressed into the front door

- Clearly wanting to come inside he pulls away because he’s fond of the chase🙄😒

- Wishes you a good night before kissing your forehead and going back to his car

- both of them have laid their cards out on the table

- Just up to you to make a choice I’m afraid

[michelleelizabethtanner]

I miss your updates every Friday, gave me something to look forward to in this crappy world. I hope you're well. Is there anything you're watching/reading/loving? How are you doing?

Hi Anon! Thank you so much for your sweet words. 🥹 I hope you’re well and safe and cared for. Everyone I know and love is struggling so much right now. Things seem so bleak. Several friends are making precautionary plans to find safer places to relocate to, and selfishly, I will miss them, but I understand and mourn with them. There are also people I love who have disappointed me (yet again.) This is something I’ve been spiraling about for over a year now though so nothing new there. I think we all, collectively, aren’t shocked but disappointed. Aren’t new to this, but hoped for better. Idk why. I guess the world has proven us wrong over and over, and those most impacted are, once again, asked to be the ones to be most strong.

Have I sufficiently depressed you? Lol.

Thank you for checking on me! I haven’t been into anything super constructive for a few months now. I’m mostly doomscrolling, but also watching things to remain as informed as I can be. Does my 10,000 views of the New Zealand Māori Parliament member protest count as watching something? Or the swearing in ceremony of Claudia Sheinbaum as the first female president of Mexico?

You know what I’ve actually been enjoying? Griselda, on Netflix. And I know, I know! I’m late to that party. But right now, in particular, there’s just something so satisfying about watching this powerhouse woman claw her way through the men in her way. I haven’t yet gotten to her downfall, so we’ll see how the conclusion hits, but for now, I’m finding a lot of admiration for Sofia Vargara’s versatility and talent, and tremendous satisfaction in rooting for the female antihero. Like, imagine if our Rio was with a Beth like that. I wish she was characterized a little more like that. There certainly are other (maybe intentional, maybe not) parallels to their stories.

How is everyone else doing? Any plans for fics? Any fics anyone is loving? I’ve been reading First Sight by The Banker, which is a Brio AU where they meet young and then… I don’t wanna spoil it. And also Twisted Deals by This_Mama_Is_Missin_BRIO which is a first person, dual POV where Manolo is an OC, and there’s a baby and chaos. And, of course, the ever-talented and inimitable HonoriayPaz has posted the start of a new work called The Courtesan (King Rio's Assassin) which, so far, follows Rio’s POV as Beth breaks into his apartment, giving the situation an interesting twist and motivation.

I hope all are well. Love this fandom and the warmth it offers, now and always. 🥹

[yanderepuck]

Salai-Chapter 8

WELCOME TO SALAI'S ROUTE. This is a FAN MADE route of my oc, Salai. This means this route contains my headcanons for the characters and in no way is suppose to represent the canon story. This is just a fun little time because I know many of you enjoy Salai. Feel free to engage, talk theories, send asks (even to @ask-salai ).

DISCLAIMER: His route his not canon to his character. Also, all of his lore in not in the route for simplicity reasons plus please feel free to ask about him.

Banner by @spooscribbles

You finally get to the mansion after hailing down a carriage and you hurry inside.

Sebastian: Mitsuki!

You look over and see him and Napoleon rushing over to you.  Napoleon takes you in his arms and holds you.

Napoleon: Where were you?!

They sound so worried about you.

Sebastian: What happened?  Are you hurt at all?  Why didn’t you come home?

They start bombarding you with questions and then Sebastian sees the bandage on your arm.

Sebastian: You are hurt!

You haven’t even gotten a chance to say anything.

Napoleon: What?  

He lets you go and looks at your arm.  He then picks you up.

Napoleon: Let’s get you cleaned up.

Mitsuki: H-Hey!  I can walk!  Plus I’m fine.  It’s just a little scratch and Andrea took care of me.

Napoleon: Andrea?

Sebastian:  You mean that guy you went to lunch with the other day?  The one you just met and I told you to be careful around.

He would flick your head if you weren’t already hurt

Mitsuki: It’s not like that!  We spent the day together yesterday and I was going to leave-

Napoleon: You spent the day with some stranger?

Mitsuki: I've lived with you guys for a month and we’re all strangers

You pout.  Is it really any better?  Maybe you could argue that it’s different, but not by much.

Mitsuki: But I’m fine!  He took care of the cut and I stayed in his apartment for the night since it was too dangerous to go out at night.  He took care of me.

Napoleon: But did you-

Mitsuki: I slept in his bed and he slept on the couch

You already had a feeling that you were going to be asked that.

Sebastian: Well we should still clean up your arm

Napoleon is still walking with you in his arms, taking you to your room.  You pout the whole way, not wanting to be carried.  You just want to bathe and change your clothes.

Mitsuki: Can I at least bathe first?  I’ve been in the same clothes since yesterday.

Napoleon and Sebastian both hesitate to answer.

Sebastian: Fine.  But when you are done go to Arthur to look at your arm, okay?  

Napoleon sets you down finally in front of your door.

Napoleon: I’ll let everyone know that you’re back

~~

You spend a long time in the thermae, wanting to relax and think back on last night.  Why did you feel like that when he fell on you?  Did he feel the same?  He didn’t get up right away after all.  So many thoughts are running through your head.  You feel your face get flushed but just blame it on the heat of the water.  You finally get up and pat your body dry, putting on fresh clothes and wrapping your hair up in the towel.  You go back to your room and then you look at the cut on your arm.

It stings, but it isn’t deep and should be healed in a few days.  There was a lot of blood in the moment but it seemed to have closed up already.  You continue to dry your hair.  You might as well see Arthur to get it bandaged, you didn’t have anything to do it yourself.

You sigh and leave your room.  You go directly to the parlor, expecting Arthur to be in there, possibly playing chess with someone. And you were right.  Arthur was sitting there with Theo, and you knew Theo was losing with the look he had on his face.

Mitsuki: Arthur?

He had his back to you.  Hearing his name he looked over his shoulder and smiled.

Arthur: Mitsuki!  Glad to see you are safe.

He gets up from the board and comes over to you.  He immediately takes your arm and rolls up your sleeve.  In any other instance you would yell at him, but surely Sebastian told him why you were here.

Arthur: Go sit down while I get my things.

He leaves the room and you sit in the chair Arthur was originally sitting in.  Theo watches you and looks at the cut on your arm.

Theo: Are you okay?  What happened, hondje?

Mitsuki: It stings, but I’m okay.  I was on my way back and some man attacked me, but…a friend saved me.

You weren’t sure how to word it without going into too much detail, and you didn’t want to go into detail.  You are fine now and that is what matters.

Theo: I’m glad you are safe.  Maybe next time you need to go out one of us should go with you.

Mitsuki: Well… I do need to go out tomorrow… and I was hoping you would come with me.  Remember that painter I was telling you about, Andrea?  He’s open to the idea of having his paintings at the gallery and if you weren’t doing anything he’s happy to have us over tomorrow for you to look at them.

Theo was a little caught off guard.  Not the question he was expecting after the panic everyone was in over the night.

Theo: Sure.  If you think his paintings are good then I guess they are worth giving a look at.

Arthur comes back with a few things and kneels on the floor next to you

Arthur: Are you two making date plans without me?

Mitsuki:  It’s about the gallery

You let Arthur take your arm and let him do his thing.

Arthur: Right, that is coming up.  So what is it about this guy that swept you off your feet that I couldn’t do, luv

So Napoleon even told them that the friend is a guy, and that’s where you were

Mitsuki: It’s not like that!  He saved me and then let me stay at his apartment until this morning.

Theo: The painter?

Mitsuki: Yes, and nothing happened. We were hanging out, I went to his place to look at his paintings, and when I went to leave it was already late and I got hurt.  I don’t see why it is a big deal.

Arthur and Theo both look at each other, both having the same thought.

Theo: Hondje… how does that not sound like an issue to you?

Arthur: You barely know the man, and you went to his apartment

Theo: Sure that isn’t a normal thing even in your time

You pout.  You weren’t going to get through to them.  You can trust him and you know that.  He’s not dangerous and he helped you.

Mitsuki: It’s not like that was my first time spending time with him.  We went to lunch too and-

Arthur: So you got yourself a boyfriend~

He teased and Theo sighed.  There is no point in trying to explain to them.

Mitsuki: It’s not like that!

You felt your cheeks getting red, feeling embarrassed.  You stand up once Arthur is done bandaging your arm.

Mitsuki: He’s here looking for someone.  He’s not interested in me.

You quickly left the room storming down the hall.  You go to your room and lay down in bed.  Did you say that to get them to be quiet, or is it because you wanted to convince yourself?

~~~

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[oddinary4bts]

Chapter 7 was EVERYTHING. I’m so excited for next week since you said it’s special to you 🖤

I’m also lowkey shook (in a good way) by jk’s responses to the asks. I guess I must be more like OC bc I just did not see him going from “I don’t date” to simping HARD that fast 😂 he’s ready for the whole shebang right out the gate and I think it’s so funny/fitting. I’m def a little nervous about the angst but again, I think bc I know you have it all done and written out (and I can tell it will be happy ending in the end), I’m kinda looking forward to a little more angst 👀 we really haven’t gotten anything too intense yet angst wise.

Also JK wanting to hang out with her friends is soooo cute to me, I would love a drabble from his POV if only to see if his thought process is as cute as I’m picturing [being that he just 1) wanted to spend more time with her bc he’s addicted/down bad 🤭😂 and 2) maybe wanted to see how she is with her people you know? A bonus 3) he wanted to impress them bc #praisekink and #simp 😂 being their chef and bartender for the night is 🥹]

Actually you know what let me just ask him 😂

Hey cc!Jk, why did you want to hang out with oc and her friends that night? Did you really not have any plans? Do you often cook for the group and bartend when you hang with your friends?

Thank you so much✨ I’m excited for you to read the next chapter!!

And for real gosh yes we started simping so bad🥹 but we love when a man simps sooo no one is complaining hahaha

As for the angst……. It will be rough my dude but we’ll make it out of it I promise🥹 I think y’all are going to be desperate for jk’s pov in the angst🫣

And LMAO yes asking him is the best option isn’t it?😂

Jungkook:

I mostly just wanted to prove to OC that I’m more than just the reputation… and of course I wanted to make a good impression for her friends so I ended cooking for everyone. And I really did not have any plans haha I kind of just wanted to stay at home… with her, you know?

[atinylittlepain]

Miss Sylvia

college!steve harrington x f!oc

part of the girl boy series

word count | 1.7K

He's watching her cat for the weekend, how bad could it possibly be?

a/n | no warnings for this one, it's mostly just fluff

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“I don’t know where she is.”

“What do you mean? I thought you said she was going to Boston for a funeral?”

“Not Andy, Sylvia.”

“Ballsack cat?”

“Rob, you can’t call her that. But, yeah, she hasn’t come out since Andy left.” 

“You check under the bed?”

“Yes.”

“The closet?”

“Yes.” 

“You haven’t like, left any windows open or anything?”

“No, and she’s definitely still in here because her food bowl was empty this morning.”

“Okay, Sylvia wants her space then. What’s wrong with that?”

“She needs her bath.” Silence floods over the line for a beat, and just as Steve is about to ask Robin if she’s still there, she lobs a questioning come again, over the phone. 

“You can’t laugh.”

“Wasn’t going to.”

“Sylvia gets a bath every Saturday. It’s Saturday.”

“Oh my god, Steve.”

“You said you wouldn’t laugh!” And that just sends Robin into another peel of it, a wheezed out sorry, I’m sorry while he tries not to hang up on her altogether.

“Wow, you really, really like this one, huh? Giving a cat a bath for love is a first for me, man.” 

“She has a skin condition. Andy said she gets, like, crusty.”

“She is a cat. And also, ew, I didn’t need to know that.”

“Yeah, but she’s Andy’s cat, and I told her I could handle it.” That’s the crux of the whole thing, isn’t it? Andy had gotten a phone call from her mother, something about a relative that she wasn’t close with, but of course, yes, she needed to be there. Big family, big, Boston family full of aunts and cousins and mothers that would talk if the youngest didn’t show up so she had better show up, damn it. So Andy bought a train ticket and talked to her professors and before she could get too stressed out about who was going to take care of the madam, Steve was already volunteering himself, I can, honey, no problem. Right, no problem, except for the fact that his relationship (don’t laugh) with his girlfriend’s cat could be described as tepid at best, tolerance, with the occasional swipe, spat, snit, don’t touch just when he starts to think Sylvia is warming up to him. For the record, the feeling is mutual. Something Eddie had said the first time he came over to watch some MTV unplugged performance him and Andy were both excited about. Steve had laughed, Andy had not, when Eddie met Sylvia and promptly called her a sentient raw chicken breast. No, Andy did not find that particularly amusing, and Sylvia in her own seeming display of indignation, had swiped hard at Eddie’s ankles until he finally had to resort to tucking his feet up under him on the couch. 

He thought this would be his chance at burying the hatchet, bonding (again, don’t laugh), a sort of extended exposure therapy for the both of them. But by the time he got back from seeing Andy off at the station, Sylvia had made herself scarce, and he hasn’t seen her in the twenty-four hours that he has been, in theory, Sylvia-sitting at Andy’s apartment. 

“Did you check in drawers?”

“What do you mean?”

“I had a cat growing up who liked to sleep in my mom’s sock drawer, maybe Sylvia is the same way.”

“Cats do that? No, I don’t think Sylvia does that, how would she even get in there in the first place?”

“Hey, anything’s possible, cats are smart, especially little freaks like Andy’s.” 

“You really think so?”

“It’s worth looking, at least.” And so he does, hangs up with Robin, and opens every drawer in the apartment, only feeling a little like a perv when his brain gets stuck and stilted on a pair of cherry red cotton panties that he definitely hasn’t seen before. But nothing, no sign of Sylvia anywhere, and he’s starting to get worried, starting to rework every time he opened and closed the front door in the last day, wondering if there’s any possibility she could’ve slipped through. No again, though, he reminds himself of her empty food bowl. She’s definitely here, and she definitely doesn’t want to be found. And a cool flicker of panic, and maybe guilt, is starting to tighten in his chest, though he’s quick to start rationalizing. Really, one missed bath can’t cause that much damage, right? Not going to know the difference, right? And really, maybe Robin was right, Sylvia just wants her–

“Oh shit.” The sound of a cabinet slamming in the kitchen sends a startled jolt up his spine, followed fast by a flood of relief because he’s pretty sure he knows what, or who, or yeah, what made that noise. 

Maybe, maybe he does a silent fist pump in the air when he creeps into the kitchen and spots a spindly, hairless tail sticking out from one of the cabinets above the counter. And maybe, when he inches open the cabinet and finds Sylvia slumped awkward in a mixing bowl, her eyes narrowing on him, maybe, he apologizes for Robin calling her a little freak. But that’s neither here nor there, because her bath is back on, and when he picks up the whole mixing bowl with her still in it, she doesn’t flee, doesn’t swipe, or hiss, or otherwise snit at him, just lets out a garbled sound that only seems a little disgruntled as he carries her into the bathroom. 

“Look, I don’t really wanna be doing this either, okay? But your, well– I told Andy I would take care of you, and she left me instructions, so, yeah, let’s, uh, let’s giddy up.” He feels less like a cat-sitter and more like a basketball coach trying to psych a team up, bathroom door closed, and bathtub filling up, and Andy’s hand-written instructions clutched in one hand like a prayer. Sylvia stares at him, placid and unmoved, still in the mixing bowl that he perched on the closed lid of the toilet seat. 

And what follows is about as graceless as he had expected it to be. He tries to pick her up and finally, she hisses, one cursory swipe that gets him on the back of his hand, noted. So he moves slower, long pets that turn into a curled hand around her middle, and then his other hand, and she only twists and twines a little, rumbling protests that die out when he sets her down in the water. He hadn’t really believed Andy when she told him that Sylvia likes getting baths, but he believes it now, because at the very least, she’s no longer trying to draw blood from him, the spiked snarl of her spine starting to soften and relax. 

“Jesus Christ, you really are a raw chicken breast.” She pays him no mind, her bulged eyes closed in something he thinks looks like contentment while he lathers her with Johnson’s baby soap, tear free. If this were a test, he thinks he’d pass with flying colors, double checking Andy’s instructions between each step, even using the exfoliating gloves she left folded over the lip of the tub, tail to toe, while Sylvia makes a noise that he’s pretty sure counts as purring. And when she’s clean, and he picks her up out of the tub and rubs her down with the towel that Andy explicitly told him is her towel, he thinks they’ve made some sort of progress. The final note on the list of instructions, she likes to marinate for a little while. So he leaves the bathroom door open, Sylvia burrowed down in her towel right in front of the heating vent. 

He’s nearly certain he’s having some kind of low-grade heart attack, if that’s a thing, when he wakes up later that night to a particular heat and weight spread over his chest. But then he realizes that said heat and weight is purring, and digging her claws into his shoulder in a way that is not altogether unkind. Yeah, he thinks, he finally passed this test. 

Andy gets home late on Sunday, wind-swept and worn, and relieved to see him waiting for her at the station, smacks a dramatic kiss to his lips and pulls away to pout something awful at him. 

“Is it too pathetic to say that I missed you?” No, he says, missed you too, he says, pathetic too, though he doesn’t say that. And later, back at her place, after dinner and a shower and settled down on the couch, he tries hard to school his expression when Andy’s jaw drops, watching Sylvia leap up onto the couch and curl contentedly in his lap, chin resting on his knee. 

“Oh, do you two have something to tell me?”

“I think we bonded.”

“Yeah, I can see that. So you’re a two-woman kind of guy now?” It becomes apparent fast that they both spoke too soon, because before he can reply, Sylvia is whipping around and swiping hard at his hand that had been stroking her spine, promptly followed by digging her back legs into his stomach in order to launch herself off the couch to another one of her hiding spots. 

“Aw baby, it looks like you’re not getting a second date with Miss Syl.” Andy’s words dissolve with her laughter, taking his abused hand in both of hers, thumbing lightly at the welting scratch marks. He can’t even find it in himself to be upset.

“I just want to know, is she like that with everyone?”

“Mmm, no, she’s only like that with people she really likes.”

“See, you say that, but I’m having a hard time believing it.”

“The fact that you still have all your fingers attached and accounted for after bath day is all the evidence I need. She’s smitten, she just has a hard time expressing herself.” Waggle of her eyebrows and another breathed-out laugh and his yeah, I’ll say, making her laugh a little more, scooting closer to him on the couch, her legs slung across his thighs and her spine curled so she can lean in closer, closer, her nose brushing against his.

“Hi.”

“Hi.”

“Thank you for watching her so last-minute, baby. I appreciate it, appreciate you.” Her hand curled at his nape, kisses like secrets to the corner of his mouth, his cheek, in between his brows and making him flush in an awful heat. He mumbles an of course, any time, and means it, pulling her even closer, perfect relief to an aching want, having her back, having her home. 

He’ll keep working on Sylvia.

[scorpiolight-madd]

A fun lil propaganda post for Blossom, who’s participating in @sonic-oc-showdown! Also functions as a sort of introduction, for those who don’t know her ^_^

If you have any questions about her please don’t hesitate to ask! I would die for you if you did 🩵

And, here’s a playlist! (still a WIP, but being actively worked on!)

Questionnaire under the cut! (And more art, though her design in some of them is outdated 😔)

✨- How did you come up with the OC’s name?

She’s gone through a few name changes, first Tikki (a random name I came up with while taking out the trash, then i found out there was a Miraculous Ladybug character with that name (pronounced differently, but still) and I decided to change it), then it was Starburst for a little while, but that still didn’t fit, so I finally settled on Blossom!

🌼 - How old are they? (Or approximate age range)

14!

🌺- Do they have any love interest(s)?

SHADOWWWWW

They are my OTP I love them sosososososo much!!!!!!!

Also, a recent official merch of Shadow released where he’s wearing a jacket with cherry blossoms and is surrounded by cherry blossoms and I LOST MY MIND

🍕 - What is their favorite food?

I always gave her a very summery vibe, so probably something like popsicles or lemonade or something like that! I also like to think cherry-flavored, to relate back to her name ^_^

💼 - What do they do for a living?

Well, she doesn’t really have a job. She’s an adventurer! She got a taste for it during the events of Sonic Forces, and hasn’t stopped since. Although, I’d like to think she did some kind of sport before the war, maybe water polo or volleyball (again, tying into her summer motif)

🎹 - Do they have any hobbies?

Pre-Forces, her interests mainly revolve around the beach. Swimming, surfing, volleyball, etc. During the war, she gets SUPER into Wispon tech, starting out with upgrading her own Blue Hammer Wispon, and eventually making some her own.

She later gets into Extreme Gear, too, sort of relating it back to her love of surfing.

🎯 -What do they do best?

When she’s at her best and in her element, she’s extremely silver-tongued. She’s clever and quick on her feet when it comes to people, and able to talk circles around people. (This aspect of her character was inspired by Ferris Bueller)

However, when she’s not at her best and in her element, she turns into a nervous wreck, barely even able to speak through her nerves. Not to mention, Sonic and all his friends usually deal with badniks, so half the time that skill of hers is pretty much useless.

🥊 -What do they love to do? What do they hate to do?

Blossom is pretty sporty, and likes to stay active.

She likes being around her friends, but can drain her social battery with her constant analyzing of social situations.

She also likes to work on and upgrade her equipment, like her Wispons and Extreme Gear. While she’s not as much of a techie as, say, Tails, she spent a lot of time during the war in the rebel headquarters workshop (where she had her first bonding moment with Shadow, while he was in fixing his bike).

As for stuff she hates to do, UHHHHH. I’m gonna be real I haven’t thought of anything specific yet RIP 😔 Although, I do think that whatever she DOES hate doing, she’ll never admit. She’s a bit aggressively positive, and has gotten it into her head that if she shows any sort of negativity around her friends, then they won’t like her anymore. Positivity’s all she’s good for, right? Right?

❤️ - What is one of your OC’s best memories?

Probably something from before the war. She was super close with her older brother, Sun (who needs an UPDATED DESIGN AUGH), and would spend a lot of time with him before they were separated.

✂️ - What is one of your OC’s worst memories?

During the war (in my AU), she ends up being taken prisoner and semi-mind controlled by Infinite, and forced to fight Sonic and Shadow. They manage to snap her out of it, but she still carries the incident with her.

🧊 - Is their current design the first one?

Nope! She was originally made in the Sonic Forces character creator, and then I drew a modified version of it. It looks pretty different from her current design!

The first thing I ever decided for her design (outside of the character creator) was that she needed to be FLUFFY. The custom character from the game felt SO bald, i just knew I needed to give her a big hairstyle. Eventually the fluffiness was toned down to fit the more simplified Sonic style, but I hope she still comes across as pretty fluffy.

She was also meant to originally have a second design, that was supposed to happen after she and Sonic got trapped in Null Space, where she got permanently tinted purple (along with her eyes turning purple). She was also meant to develop void-based powers from it. That might still end up happening, but I’m not so sure about it anymore. I like her current warm color scheme, and I don’t actually know what her “void-based powers” would be.

🍀 - What originally inspired the OC?

Sonic Forces! She was just gonna be the rookie, no real modifications other than appearance, but I ended up getting so many story ideas it spawned a whole AU!

🌂 - What genre do they belong in?

Uhhh whatever gernre StH is. Fantasy/Sci-Fi/Adventure/Platformer? IDK lol

💚 - What is your OC’s gender identity and sexuality?

Ehhh, a bit unclear. Sometimes she’s a cis girl, she used to be a demigirl and SOMETIMES that pops up now and again but nowadays she’s usually cis. I’m pretty sure she’s bi, maybe pan? It switches around sometimes. For now I’m going cis girl, unlabeled sexuality.

🙌 - How many sibling does your OC have?

Just the one, her older brother Sun!

This ref of him is preeettyyyy outdated, I’ll have to make a new one sometime soon.

🍎 - What is the OC’s relationship w/their parents like?

I haven’t developed her parents much, and I’m unsure if she should even have any (in the context of the narrative, not saying she should be an orphan). It’s pretty rare for Sonic characters to have canon parents, and off the top of my head I can only think of two (not counting spinoffs like Archie or Sonic Underground). If she does have them, the only thing they’d really do in terms of the narrative is die at the start of the story, and Sun’s seeming death already serves that narrative function.

🧠 - What do you like most about the OC?

EVERYTHING. SHES MY BLORBO I LOVE HER LOVE HER LOVE HER. I really like her design, her story, her personality, her dynamic with the other characters, everything!!!!

✏️ - How often do you draw/write about the OC?

She’s my number two go-to character to draw, right behind Amy. I don’t write much, but I do daydream! And I daydream 99.9% of my day, and 99% of that is usually about Blossom.

💎 - Do you ever see yourself killing off the OC?

Teeeccchhhnicaly? In the context of the story, about 400 or so years in the future is when Silver and his family is from (in this AU his family consists of Shadow, Tails, and, after 06, Omega). In timelines where he’s met her and been in a relationship with her, Shadow usually remembers her dying hundreds of years ago, usually of old age. idk if that really counts as being killed off, though, as that far in the future, most of the main cast is dead.

💀 - Does your OC have any phobias?

Not any specific phobias, but she’s scared of big crowds, and sleeping in the dark. For specific reasons, but not ones she’d ever reveal.

🍩 -Who is your OC’s arch-nemesis or rival?

Infinite. He’s the main villain from the game, yeah, but I also ended up writing more inter-personal drama between the two (like the aforementioned mind-control thing). She HATES him.

🎓 - How long have you had the OC?

A little over a year now! I only got Sonic Forces last year, despite desperately wanting it since it came out.

🍥 - What age were you when you created the OC?

21!

[twistedtummies2]

Glamour - Chapter 2 (Trade)

This is the second part of a four-part trade story with @hooter-n-company (a.k.a. Rchlis). She is making some very special art for me, and in return, she asked me to write a story to introduce a Twisted Wonderland OC she's sort of had stewing in the background for a while: his name is Taoka Latronis, and he is based on Tamatoa from "Moana."

I absolutely LOVE Tamatoa. He's a fun villain, and a surprising crush (albeit a somewhat mild one, for me, personally). Rchlis wanted to create a character for the TW universe based on the big glam crab, and I certainly wasn't going to say no. The advantage of this being a trade, instead of a commission, was I could go and make a much longer and more detailed story, in return for much more detailed and elaborate artwork, without either of us having to pay exorbitant amounts that frankly neither of us could afford. Win-win. XD This was a LOT of fun to make, and Taoka is one of my favorite OCs I've gotten to write for that I DIDN'T create myself, if not my favorite (at least as far as TW goes, I should clarify). Hopefully a lot of you like him, too. ;)

Like with other stories of this nature, the other parts will be uploaded one a day over the coming few days. So be on the lookout! Part one went up yesterday.

WARNING: THIS PARTICULAR SECTION DOES NOT INCLUDE ANY KINKS DIRECTLY. HOWEVER, THERE ARE IMPLICATIONS OF VORE AND OTHER KINKS SPRINKLED THROUGHOUT THE FIRST THREE PARTS. (I actually think this part might be the only chapter that DOESN'T feature kinks at all, possibly.) DON'T LIKE? TOO YOUNG? DON'T READ.

NOTE/DISCLAIMER: The lyrics to the songs used in this chapter are not mine. One is a song you should all know from a Disney movie that you should all also know. I used a cover by Jonathan Young as my guide. The other is a song from "Labyrinth," composed and performed by David Bowie - it seemed appropriate. All rights to the original tunes go to their owners.

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“AND NOW, AUDIENCE MEMBERS OF TRIPLE-S! IT’S TIME TO MEET YOUR JUDGES!” The announcer’s declaration was followed by much clapping. From your place just slightly offstage, you watched the opening ceremony get underway. One by one, the announcer presented the judges for the Sage’s Solo Showdown. The two student judges - Vil and Neige - were the first to step up. Given their celebrity statuses, each was greeted with screams and squeals, as well as great applause. Neige all but pranced up to his seat on the judge’s booth, waving excitedly to the audience. He flashed a peace sign and winked at someone in the crowd, before sitting down. Vil followed him. He strutted to his place and bowed regally, smiling a sort of indulgent, almost sultry smile at the crowd. You couldn’t help but chuckle as Vil sat down: when Neige had appeared, you’d seen fangirls bouncing with giddy excitement. When Vil appeared, however, you saw them swoon and faint dead away. That said everything about each of them, you felt, in a nutshell. Divus Crewel stepped up next, as the “teaching judges” now came into play. You were surprised by how much applause he got. He was no celebrity superstar in the way Vil and Neige LeBlanche were, you supposed his recognition as a professor at NRC, along with any clout his “extracurricular activities” had gotten him, would have still garnered him a decent fanbase. “I wonder who the fourth judge is,” you murmured. “Nya! We haven’t seen any of the teachers at Royal Sword,” whispered Grim with a nod. “I’m curious, too!” The pair of you would soon get your answer. “And now, ladies and gentlemen!” the announcer’s voice boomed. “Our final judge for this year’s competition, and our chief master of ceremonies! I’m sure a lot of you know him: one of the hottest musicians in Twisted Wonderland, a native of this very island, who’s just started a new career of teaching at Royal Sword Academy! Please put your hands together for the mighty…the magnificent…MAVERICK MOKULAU!” The crowd went just as wild as they had for Vil and Neige, if not wilder. From your vantage point, you could see the latter of the young superstars bounce happily as he applauded from his seat, a look of idolizing wonder in his eyes. (Vil and Crewel, for their part, clapped politely; the latter even somehow managed to falsify a smile.) Soon, you could see the mysterious Mr. Mokulau: your first immediate thought was that he looked like some sort of rock star. he was a very large man, similar in height and build to Coach Vargas, but with darker skin and long, curly, yet well-groomed hair. While Vil and Neige were dressed in their school uniforms, and Crewel in his usual attire (fur coat and all), Mokulau was wearing a short sleeved shirt with a green floral pattern, like the canopy of a jungle, and a stylish pair of leather pants. Around his neck was a leather cord, with a shark tooth pendant, and he tipped a pair of Aviator-style sunglasses up onto his forehead as he strode towards his station. He winked one of his shimmering, almost metallic hazel eyes, flashing a grin of pearly teeth to the audience and flexing one arm in a showy fashion; both of his brawny limbs were covered in a myriad of tattoos, and you could see the beginnings of a similar tattoo on the back of his neck, no doubt trailing down along his spine and shoulders, currently unseen under the cover of his clothes. Mokulau took the microphone from the announcer and addressed the crowd; not only was he built like Ashton Vargas, but his imposing, booming voice you felt sure would give the coach a run for his money. “Alright-Alright-Alright!” he called out, slipping the shades back over his eyes, and pumping his fist into the air. “Who out there is READY?!

The crowd cheered and Maverick laughed boisterously. “Aww, c’mon, you can all do better than that! LEMME HEAR YA!” The man held the mic towards the audience and they cheered even louder. “That’s more like it!” he boomed. “Now, much as I wanna get onto that stage and go wild for you all, that’s not why we’re all here today. I know, I know, I’m the best, it’s a tragedy you won’t hear me…but maybe if we’re lucky, some of these guys and gals we’ve got backstage can almost match! Almost, heh…” Grim’s ears twitched as he heard a sound from behind you both. He looked, then frowned and tapped your shoulder. You looked to see where his paw pointed, and scowled: you could see the glitter of a familiar pair of purple eyes, peeking out from a shadowy corner of the offstage area. However, Taoka’s eyes weren’t focused on you. They were focused on Mokulau. You tried to ignore the strange thief, and refocus attention on the Royal Sword instructor…yet you were keenly aware of his nearby presence the whole time. “Seriously, events like this are really something special,” Mokulau went on, pacing before the judges bar as he continued to address the audience. “Trust me, I’d know: when I was just a kid, livin’ on this very island, I fell in love with music. I could play, I could sing, I was pretty good at it! But, well…let’s just say finding somebody to SUPPORT that music wasn’t easy. I had to leave this place to find a real chance to express my passion, get a scholarship, and eventually become the person you see now…which is, to say, AN AWESOME DUDE.” The audience chortled. Neige giggled. Vil and Crewel looked thoroughly unamused and merely rolled their eyes in unison. “So, anyway, when I found out about a chance to teach at Royal Sword, and to help judge this competition as well, I was hyped! It was a chance to come back to my roots, and to reconnect with something I…well…something I think I lost a long time ago. But we’re not here to hear my drama: we’re here to hear some cool guys try to out-cool yours truly! They’ll probably fail, mind you, BUT the one who gets the closest is gonna go home with somethin’ real special!” Mokulau snapped his fingers. The announcer dashed offstage, then returned with a cart. The audience “oohed” and “ahhed” at what was upon the cart: it looked like a huge trophy cup, made of silver. The handles of the cup arched upwards into a sort of bridge over its mouth…and in the center of the bridge, you saw an ivory-hued, triangular item, with the shape of a fish hook etched into it. “This great silver trophy,” Mokulau declared, “Is topped with my very first guitar pick! Some of my earliest and best concerts were done using that thing…I like to think of it as my way of passing the torch, and a sign of not giving up on your dreams and passions, no matter what they are. Call me sentimental, ha! Trust me, the silver’s worth a lot of money…but that pick? It’s truly priceless. And whoever gets first place in this competition will go home with that shiny puppy in their hands. SO…” He waved one hand extravagantly, and the announcer wheeled the cart and the trophy away. “...I think it’s time I stop yammering your ears off! YOU READY FOR SOME MUSIC?!”  The crowd applauded and called out a resounding “YEAH!” in various forms. “Then let’s get this party started!” howled Mokulau, and gave the mic back to the announcer before rushing to the judge’s station. He sat down with a smirk, crossing his arms and slinging his legs up onto the table in front of him. Vil and Crewel - who sat on either side - cringed and flinched away as he did so. Neige just smiled blithely, clearly unaffected. As the announcer began the proceedings, you realized it was time for you and Grim to get to work.

“Come on,” you whispered to the little imp. “Let’s go.” “Right, Minion,” Grim whispered back…then blinked as he looked past you. “Nya…where’d that purple-haired weirdo go?” You turned and, sure enough, you couldn’t see a single sign of Taoka. “Forget about him,” you sighed, shaking your head and ushering Grim away. “We’ve got a job to do, big guy, let’s move it!” Grim nodded and bounded after you as you each scuttled away to take care of business. Neither of you noticed, as you hurried away, that Taoka hadn’t really left. Purple eyes watched the two of you go, then once again the shadowy sneakthief stepped out of hiding. From his place offstage, he narrowed his eyes, peering over the stage itself towards Mokulau’s cool expression. A strange expression - something that crossed a snarl, a sneer, and a decidedly unpleasant smile all at once - crossed his face. “Well, well, well…been a while since we last met, hasn’t it? If you can call it meeting…” The gloved hand clenched tighter, the fist shaking visibly before Taoka swirled his golden coat and prowled back towards his dressing room. “This time, you won’t be able to ignore me. And to make doubly sure…I’m going to see to it nobody shines like me today.” A slightly unhinged chuckle left the young man. “Then again…way I see it, nobody shines like me at all. But, hey, no harm in remindin’ ‘em of that.”

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“I don’t get it!” squeaked Hop, the blonde dwarf from Royal Sword, as he hurriedly looked around his room. “I had it when I came in!” “I told you to keep a better eye on it!” snapped his friend, Gran, grumpily. “Easy, fellas,” soothed Dominic. “It’s gotta be around seer humswear…I mean, here somewhere!” “I’ll make sure to keep an eye out for it,” you promised with a sigh. “Thanks, Stage Manager,” Hop said, with an apologetic smile, rubbing one arm. “I-I’m really sorry about the trouble.” “Trust me, it’s no trouble,” you said, and left the dressing room. Your smile vanished as soon as you did so. “Nya! I think it’s trouble!” Grim protested, huffishly crossing his arms. “How come nobody here is able to keep track of the important things?!” “I don’t think it’s entirely their fault,” you said, softly, scratching your chin as yourself and your companion patrolled the halls of the backstage reaches, where all the singers and performers were getting geared up or resting after their number. So far, however, those who had gone up hadn’t exactly faced smooth sailing. The first contestant had lost their microphone; as a result, their performance suffered, as they couldn’t be properly heard throughout the ampitheater. It was all downhill from there: another contestant lost an important piece of their outfit, and had to hastily throw on different clothes. Not only did this make them late to their cue, but it lessened the impact of their performance, as the costume had built-in lights that were supposed to go off at a certain point during the song. Now, Hop the Dwarf had lost perhaps the most important thing he or any other performer would need: the instrument he had brought to accompany him. These and more issues had plagued nearly every single person who’d gone up so far. ‘This can’t be a coincidence,” you muttered. “It feels like someone is sabotaging the other performers.” “But why?” “Why else? So they can boost their chances of winning,” you snorted. “Oh, yeah,” Grim murmured, nodding slowly. “I guess that would make sense…right! That’s obvious! I-I totally knew that already! Yep!” You could only let out a groaning sort of sigh. “You really ought to care more,” you grumbled. “This is going to make US look bad just as much as anyone onstage. We’re supposed to be on top of things like this.” “You mean…we might not get the money?” sniffled Grim. “You worry about the cash, I’m going to worry about my grade,” you groused in aggravation. “We’ve got to figure out who’s behind this as soon as we can.”

“Well, right now, I don’t think we’re gonna have a chance,” shrugged Grim. “We’re running around too much!” You grumbled again in reply; you knew that, for once, he was right. You’d have to take care of this issue when the show was over, and report things to security accordingly. But you REALLY didn’t like it. You could only imagine how Vil and Crewel were reacting to all this, and what they’d say if they saw it as poor management on your behalf…honestly, that hurt you more than any worries about your actual welfare. Your highly concerned musings were interrupted when one of the assistant stage managers - they had been assigned, not picked by you - came over to you. “Contestant 23 is about to take the stage,” they said. “Good,” you nodded back, and beckoned Grim to follow you. “Come on, it’s our job to bring Contestant 24 into place. They go on immediately after.” Grim nodded, and the two of you went to Number 24’s room. You knocked, and a polite voice from inside called out, “Come in!” You opened the door and smiled as you peered in on the performer inside. Said performer was a student of Royal Sword. Until this day they had been all but a stranger to you. They were slender and small of frame; their somewhat effete yet clearly strong and muscle-toned features vaguely reminded you of Epel or Lilia: petit and slim, yet tough and resilient all at once. He had skin the same bronze-like tone as Maverick Mokulau’s, and hair done up in dreadlocks. He wore a reddish-pink tank top, with striped tropical patterns on it, and beige trousers, with patchwork badges that resembled some sort of yellow flower or coral. His eyes were a rich chocolate brown, and filled with a warm, friendly light. “Number 24?” you checked, just to be safe. The young man nodded as he stood up, and adjusted his personal microphone. “Name’s Keala,” he greeted, extending a hand towards you. “Keala Cravalho.” “Nice to meet you,” you chuckled. “Nya…technically, you saw each other earlier,” huffed Grim. “Yeah, but we were both in a hurry then,” shrugged Keala, and smiled as he knelt down towards Grim. “Didn’t get a chance to say hi to you, either.” “I’m the Great Grim of Night Raven College!” the imp declared, puffing out his fluffy chest. “And don’t you forget it!” Keala chuckled and reached out to playfully ruffle Grim’s headfur. “I won’t,” he said with a teasing smile. Grim growled and swiped at Keala’s hand, batting it away and blushing beneath his gray fur. He grumbled as he straightened out the fluff of his furry noggin. Keala just chuckled louder and stood up again, raising an eyebrow in your direction. “I didn’t realize you two went to Night Raven. You’re not how I expected a lot of students there to be,” he remarked. “Eh. For me, it’s just a place to stay. And learn, I suppose,” you shrugged. This was, in fact, the truth: while you had your own school pride, you’d never felt the intense bitterness towards Royal Sword others at NRC did. Maybe it was because you weren’t originally from this world. “Come on,” you said, and ushered Keala out into the hall. “The act before you is about to go on. It’s time to get moving.”

“Oh-oh, wait a minute!” exclaimed Keala, and hurried back into their room. You frowned as you watched him check the locker of his dressing room. Keala’s smile fell, a look of confusion and then worry on his face. “Is something wrong?” you checked, already dreading the answer. “No,” murmured Keala…then shook his head and spoke a bit louder. “No, no, it’s fine. I’ve just, uh…just gotta get my backup plan real quick, hold up…” You and Grim shared a look, mouthing “backup plan?” to each other. Whatever it was, Keala fetched it quickly, tucking something into his pocket. He then nodded and smiled, indicating he was ready to go. Smiling back, you led him out of the backstage area and towards the main stage itself. “You nervous?” you asked as the three of you hastened to your place. “More than a little,” admitted Keala, brushing some of his dreadlocks from his face and giving an anxious sort of smile. “I’ll be okay, though.” “I’m sure you will be,” you smiled back. “You’ve got this.” “Not as much as OUR students have got it,” mumbled Grim. You made sure to jerk his tail for that one, giving him a strict look of reproach. Keala just sniggered at the exchange. Soon, the three of you were in view of the stage. Contestant 22 had just left, and Contestant 23 - in all his purple-and-gold glory - was now stalking onto the stage himself. “Welcome! And what’s your name?” you heard Neige’s voice call out. “Taoka Latronis,” came the somewhat snide reply. “And if I’ve prepared the way I think I have, I’m about to rock your world.” “Well, aren’t we confident?” Vil smirked, steepling his hands and leaning back slightly in his chair. “I try to be, Housewarden,” Taoka replied teasingly. “If you think being one of our students is going to help your chances, puppy, you are sorely mistaken,” Divus Crewel thought to point out. Maverick Mokulau just yawned. “Enough yammering!” he called out, and waved a meaty mitt through the air. “You’re here to perform, so perform. You can’t do anything more wrong than what some of the other clowns so far have.” Taoka’s smirk took on a slightly sinister, sneaky bend.

“Trust me, I know,” he practically purred, then seemed to shake off the aura of darkness. He straightened his back and adjusted the guitar strapped about his golden-clad shoulders. “This song is a short one, so you all know.” “Short doesn’t mean bad,” shrugged Neige, cheerfully. Taoka gave him a quick nod, then took a breath, closing his eyes as he tried to focus on his music. “Ugh…I don’t even wanna HEAR what this guy has to play,” grumbled Grim, and plugged up his fiery ears. “Hey, everyone here put a lot of work into what they’re doing,” soothed Keala. “Give him a chance.” Admittedly, you were on Grim’s side, given Taoka’s behavior…but once his fingers began to work on the guitar, you soon changed your mind. The tune he played was pounding and deep; like something primal, waiting to burst free from his very soul. Discordant, jarring jangles of the guitar strings were accompanied by melodic tones, the strong strumming rising in intensity and pitch with every couple of lines. Taoka kept his eyes closed, his expression filled with a sort of melancholy pain. This sensation matched perfectly with the lyrics he sang, which held a dark, conflicted message… “How you turn my world, you precious thing,” he crooned. “You starve and near-exhaust me. Everything I’ve done, I’ve done for you! I move the stars for no one. You’ve run so long, run so far!” Suddenly, Taoka’s eyes shot open. They fixed on Mokulau. There was a fiery intensity in them as he continued his song… “Your eyes can be so cruel! Just as I can be so cruel! Though I do believe in you! Yes I do!” Taoka’s eyes softened, and turned up towards the sky. His voice carried a shaky tone, as if trying not to cry. “Live without the sunlight. Love without a heartbeat…” His eyes closed again, just as they had begun to look misty. He turned his head downward again, as his fingers brushed the final, somber notes from the guitar. Huskily, he uttered the final lyrics… “I…I…can’t live…Within You.”

A few more plinking, plunking strums, and the lament came to a close. You let out a breath you didn’t realize you had been holding in. “That wasn’t too bad,” murmured Keala behind you. “Is it over?” muttered Grim, who had his ears covered the whole time. You just rolled your eyes. Meanwhile, the four judges and the audience behind them applauded. The bitterness that had been written all over Taoka’s face was erased as he smiled hopefully at the competition masters. “So?” he asked, as the applause died down, sounding perhaps a little too playfully sure of himself. “Will it pass?” “It passes for me!” chirped Neige LeBlanche. “You really put a lot of effort into that one, I could tell! There was a lot of emotion, a lot of passion, in what you were doing. It wasn’t very long, but you really sold it to me.You oughta proud of yourself!” Taoka’s broad grin indicated that he was. “Yes,” yawned Vil. “Well, unfortunately we can’t all be so forgiving.” Taoka’s grin fell in an instant. “You may be one of my dorm-mates, but - as both your dorm leader and one of your judges here - I have no choice to be critical,” Vil went on. You couldn’t help but smile slightly to yourself with mild amusement: Vil was ALWAYS critical, regardless. “The emotion you put into the song was truly palpable,” he commended. “I can tell this is a tune you are passionate about, and you did your best accordingly. HOWEVER, I feel you should have chosen a longer piece, to make a bigger impact, just for a start.” “I agree,” nodded Divus Crewel. “Furthermore, while your voice is good, there is a sort of rasping quality to it I couldn’t help but notice. In some places, it is quite effective, but in others, it makes your voice sound weak; I would strongly recommend working on developing more clarity to your vocals.” In a matter of moments, Taoka’s expression had gone from almost smug to looking rather nervous. He turned to face Mokulau. Maverick was looking up at him thoughtfully over the rim of his sunglasses. Finally, the judge spoke. “Sorry, kid, but I can guarantee you aren’t making it to the finals,” he grunted.

You swore you could hear Taoka’s heart shatter. “I didn’t mind the voice, and the song choice seemed fine by me,” explained the tattooed man. “No, my problem stemmed from the strings. Were those discordant sounds I heard intentional?” “Some of them,” peeped Taoka, in a shockingly meek tone. “Well, there’s your biggest issue,” snorted Mokulau, tipping his glasses up again to cover his eyes. “You were able to fake it to the end, but if you can’t play the tune properly, don’t compete over it.” Someone in the audience muttered a quiet, “Ouch.” You couldn’t agree with them more. “Is there anything you want to say before we move on?” Neige asked, politely, a sympathetic smile on his kind face. Taoka gulped. He looked like he’d been kicked in the stomach. You saw him lift his gloved hand. He looked at it with a strange sort of contemplation…then curled the fingers into a fist and shook his head. Once more, you noted the odd way one of his fingers didn’t curl as much as the rest. Suddenly, you weren’t so sure that was just a genetic peculiarity. “Thank you very much,” Neige said. “I still think you did very well! Keep up the good work!” Taoka gave no indication he had even heard what LeBlanche said. He stalked off towards the backstage area. He cast one last hate-filled glance over his shoulder at Maverick - the rock-star-turned-teacher didn’t seem to notice - then pushed someone out of the way as he stormed off into the shadows, golden coat fluttering behind him.

“Nya…talk about a guy who can’t take criticism,” Grim hissed. “Forget about him,” you sighed, then smiled at Keala as the announcer called for the next contestant. “Now’s your time to shine.” “Thanks,” whispered Keala with a grateful smile. He tossed his dreadlocks out of his face with a flourish of one hand, and sauntered onstage. “Greetings,” Vil welcomed, with a respectful sort of bow of his head. “We’re glad to have you with us today.” “I’m glad to be here!” Keala said, and gave a salute to Maverick. “Hey there, Mr. Mokulau! Hi, Neige.” Both of the Royal Sword members waved in greeting. “You know them?” Crewel inquired. “Neige is in my class, and Mr. Mokulau’s one of my teachers,” Keala replied. “Don’t worry: I don’t expect either of them to go easy on me.” “Well, you can be sure of that with one of us,” chuckled Mokulau. “Hey! I can be strict!” pouted Neige, childishly. “It’s just harder for me!” The two teachers chuckled. Vil just groaned and pinched his brow; it was as if every word LeBlanche uttered was painful to his mind. Then he looked up again at the newest competitor. “What is your name?” “Keala Cravalho.” “I don’t see any instrument on you,” Schoenheit observed, raising one immaculate eyebrow. A brief look of anxiety crossed the young man’s face. “Heh heh…yeeeeah, about that…” “Did you forget it?” Crewel asked, blandly. “Oh, no!” insisted Keala. “I brought it with me, but it…doesn’t seem to be in my dressing room anymore.” You and Grim shared a worried look. Whoever was taking things from the contestants had struck again. “Just like with Hop,” you heard Neige murmur sadly. “What do you plan to do then?” wondered Professor Crewel. “Sing a-capella?” Keala’s anxiety gave way to a sly smile. “Actually,” he said, and pulled his cell phone from his pocket, waggling it in the air. “I came prepared. See, my grandmother always taught me to have a backup plan, in case things went wrong. So, in case something happened to my instrument, I actually recorded a full instrumental for the song, so I could still have my own accompaniment!” “I’m impressed,” admitted Vil. “Such foresight would have helped a couple of contestants today.” “Not every contestant knew my grandma,” winked Keala. “If somebody could help me set this up to the speakers…”

You took that liberty personally. You scampered onstage with Grim, and the pair of you quickly hooked up the phone to the speakers, and reworked the mic, so that Keala’s music and voice wouldn’t bury each other or bust the audio levels. It thankfully did not take very long, and soon yourself and your trident-tailed companion hurried off again. You gave a final thumbs-up to the judges and Keala alike, and high-fived (well…high-pawed) Grim as you vanished back into the wings. “Ready now?” Mokulau checked. “Yeah. I’m ready,” said Keala, and looked back at the judges. “This is a song my grandma taught me. It’s based on the legend of a princess who used to live right here on Sage’s Island. Maybe some of you will know the legend.” “Well, let’s hear it!” cheered Neige. Keala nodded and tapped the play button on the recording before hastily scurrying to center stage. He had just a few seconds to breathe and collect himself before the music started. A slow build gave him a chance to envelope himself in the moment; you saw his face relax…and his eyes slowly reopened. He stared off into the distance, as if looking out towards the horizon…and began to sing… “She’s been staring at the edge of the water, long as she can remember, never really knowing why. She’s wished she could be the perfect daughter, but she comes back to the water, no matter how hard she tries.” The music began to build, a pumping, determined, unstoppable quality to the music. Keala’s voice strengthened in turn, from the gentle notes of a storyteller to something more powerful as he began to stride across the stage, singing directly to the audience. “Every turn she takes! Every trail she tracks! Every path she makes! Every road leads back to the place she knows where she cannot go: where she longs to be…” Keala tilted his head back as if soaking in the sunlight from above…listening to the distant waves upon the beach… “And she says…‘see the line where the sky meets the sea? It calls me! And no one knows how far it goes! With the wind in my sail on the sea, behind me, one day I’ll know! But if I go, there’s just no telling How Far I’ll Go.’” You glanced towards Grim to see his reaction. The imp seemed mesmerized, mouth slightly agape, eyes sparkling like a hypnotized kitten. You giggled, and then looked towards the judges. Mokulau had lowered his sunglasses; he was watching with very intense interest. Neige was beaming from ear to ear. Even Vil and Professor Crewel had raised their brows in apparent surprise, as the golden voice continued its song… “She knows everybody on the island seems so happy on the island! Everything is by design. Oh, she knows everybody on the island has a role on the island! She says, ‘Maybe I can roll with mine!’ She could lead with pride! She could make them strong! She’ll be satisfied if she plays along! But a voice inside sings a different song: ‘What is wrong with me?!’” As the question was asked in the lyrics, you caught sight of something else. On the opposite side of the stage, Taoka had suddenly reappeared. The disgraced youth’s eyes were exceedingly wide, and his jaw seemed to have fallen onto his chest. His skin had even turned a shade or two paler. He didn’t just seem surprised. He seemed downright SHOCKED. You couldn’t help but feel a mild twinge of satisfaction at that, even as the next chorus began to roll off Keala’s tongue… “‘See the light where it shines on the sea? It’s blinding! But no one knows how deep it goes! And it seems like it’s calling out to me: so come find me! And let me know what’s beyond that line. Will I cross that line?’” The key changed, and the music kicked up a notch. Keala’s voice soared straight to the heavens, eliciting cheers from the audience. No longer did he sing in the third person, the words coming directly from his heart as he called out the final chorus… “There’s a line where the sky meets the sea! It calls me! And no one knows how far it goes! If the wind in my sail on the sea stays behind me, one day I’ll know…HOW FAR I’LL GO!”

The final words ended in a long, powerful, strong note, and Keala’s dreadlocks whipped forward as he finished with a sharp bow, the music crescendoing and coming to a halt at the same time. The audience applauded louder than they had that whole time. All four judges clapped, and you could hear Neige laughing and cheering, “That was so great!” You looked towards Grim with a smirk. He still looked hypnotized. You snapped your fingers in front of his face. He mewled and shook his head, blinking at you blearily. “Sounded pretty good, huh?” you teased. Grim frowned and huffed, looking quite embarrassed.

“I guess so,” he muttered. “For somebody from Royal Sword.” You just scritched him behind the ears in response. By the time he started purring, the crowd had calmed down. “I don’t even have words for that!” Neige declared. “That’s gotta be one of the best performances I’ve seen and heard in a while!” “I find it hard to disagree,” Vil said, although it sounded like he VERY much wanted to, if only BECAUSE it was Neige. “While I personally feel your sentimentality was a bit overwrought, your voice is pure and your recording did nothing to negatively influence your performance.” “I second all that. And quite clearly the audience loves you,” added Professor Crewel. “Bravo, you daaahling puppy. Bravo, indeed!” Keala gave all three a grateful, speechless nod, then looked towards Mokulau. His eyes were filled with a sort of cautious optimism. Mokulau grinned back and nodded before giving a thumbs-up. “You made me proud, kid,” was all he said. “And I bet your grandma feels the same way.” Several in the audience clapped again. You could actually see Keala’s large brown eyes go slightly misty. “Thank you,” he almost whispered. “You’re welcome!” Maverick sang back. Keala bowed to the judges, and scurried back towards you. You laughed as he whispered a hasty thanks to you, as well, and waved farewell to him. You then glanced back towards the stage to see the next contestant. As you did so, however, your smile faded. Taoka was still standing on the opposite end There were no mortal words to describe the utter and complete look of hatred on his face as he looked first in the direction Keala had gone, then at Mokulau. Then, with a snarl and a sneer, he disappeared once again.

“Come on, Minion!” Grim yowled, tugging at your leg. “We still have work to do!” “Coming,” you whispered, and hesitantly followed Grim, glancing back repeatedly to where you had seen Taoka. You had a very bad feeling inside your chest…and if your time in this world had taught you anything, it was to trust those instincts. You wished it had also taught you to learn what those instincts specifically meant.

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Afternoon was beginning to change into evening when the competition came to a close. You had been told who the winner was, and now waited with them backstage, ready to usher them on at the cue. The Announcer stepped to the center of the stage, and declared that the time had come to present the silver trophy - topped with Maverick Mokulau’s treasured pick - to the first place contender. Naturally, Maverick himself stepped up onstage to present the award. The announcer hurried off to wheel the cart onstage once more. The other three judges all stood a pace or two behind Maverick, hands behind their backs, as if at attention, patiently waiting for him to make the presentation. “I think my fellow judges and I can agree that picking a winner for this contest was pretty tough. There were a lot of hiccups today in some of the performances, but these kids…they knew their stuff, and they clearly all worked hard,” he chuckled. “There’s only room for one proper winner, though…and that winner is…KEALA CRAVALHO!” You grinned and gave Keala a pat on the back. “Go!” you whispered, and the Royal Sword student’s dreadlocks bounced as he jogged onstage. He shook hands with Professor Crewel, Neige LeBlanche, and Vil Schoenheit (who visibly wiped his hands on his trouser legs afterwards). Then he approached Maverick Mokulau. The rock star tipped his sunglasses back onto his forehead, his hazel eyes filled with pride as he lifted the trophy from the cart. “Congratulations, kid,” he smiled. “You’ve really earned this today.” Keala beamed, and reached to accept the trophy… …And that, it seemed, was the moment fate chose to make everything go wrong. ZAM! Suddenly, there was a blinding flash of golden light. It flooded the entire stage, and even seared into the retinas of some in the audience. Gasps and yelps of surprise and alarm sounded from all corners. “What IS this?!” you heard Professor Crewel screech, as he shielded his eyes with one fur-shrouded arm, recoiling from the flash. “Trouble,” you heard Grim hiss at your side. You couldn’t agree more: the light soon vanished… …And the whole crowd in attendance gasped in horror. Maverick Mokulau gulped, absolutely stunned…as he looked at his now empty hands. The trophy had vanished too!

To Be Continued in Part 3...

[islandtarochips]

Hello! I was wondering, if any of your ocs were to meet mine, what would their first impressions be?

((Also I hope you have a good day!))

Hello, pele! I would gladly answer that for ya!

Starting off with Nanette MacTavish!

Tiala: Her? Oh. Well, I didn’t meet her in PERSON but Soap has been talking about her NONSTOP. Even the part when he said, and thy quote, “That Glaikit bas really pissed me off when he tried to stalk her.” Which is understandable. He showed me a pic of her. She looks very promising. And I’m surprised that she could handle his annoying ass.😒 But if she loves him then good for her. Kanoa: Soap really does have good taste with women. Even flirt with some too. *chuckled* And THIS one? The one he’s married to? She is very beautiful. Not gonna lie. And she’s MARRIED. Damn. Wish I could meet her. She looks really nice. Oh and don’t worry, I’m not gonna STEAL her if that’s what you are thinking. …maybe. HA! Jokes! Agnes: Never met her BUT Soap did tell me so much about her! He even showed me a photo of her too! She looks SO pretty! Wonder if we can have some girl night out! Oh oh! They should come to American Samoa or maybe in Samoa for their anniversary! I know the BEST spots on the island for sightseeing! I really do want to meet her! She looks so nice! Nigel: I heard from Aggie when Soap talks about his wife. I'm surprised that he has one. She sounded very nice but I don’t know if she’ll like me. And I don’t know if Soap TOLD her about our past….work. Aelan: I…don’t know who she is but Kanoa talked about it. Um…Soap, right? Yeah, he told me that Soap is married to her. And told me that she’s nice. Well, if that’s how she is then I’m happy for her marrying that Scottish boy. *chuckled* And I heard about her…past confession from some guy. I hope that he FINALLY learned his lesson. If not, I would like to meet with him. Alana: I apologize but I have no knowledge of who this person is. But…according to my daughter. She sounded promising. And I do wish her a good future with her lover.

And now for Franca “Major” Lorenzetti!

Tiala: She’s very skillful. Gaz introduced me to her. She’s chill. I kind of admired her with her work.

Kanoa: This woman had gotten badass written all over her! Ha! Price told me about her and I’m seemingly impressed. I wonder how she and Aelan will work together if they meet.

Agnes: She’s pretty cool! I saw her working with Aelan once and these two are pretty QUICK of patching up the injured! And this woman sure knew what she was doing! Nigel: She’s…ok. I hardly interact with her though but I did hear that she’s really good at her part in the 141. I am impressed but I still keep my distance away from any of the team members from the 141… Aelan: I’ve talked to her from time to time. She really impressed me with her fast skills of assisting me. I know her family will be proud. …if they are. Alana: My daughter had told me about her. Even from Price. So I haven’t met her in person. I’m very glad that she and my daughter are getting along.

There you have it! I hope this is ok…it took me a while to give the right response after reading your OCs info! And I’m VERY interested to know MORE about them! Thank you very much for the ask! Love ya, pele!

[wraithsoutlaws]

Hi omg I went through your Dagger/Dum Dum tags and absolutely lost my marbles- they are literally so good I’m so in love with them now.

Do you write on ao3? If not pls do ur literally so good-

And like idk if you’re okay with people asking things like this but like do you have any fun facts/head cannons you’ve made up about them that you haven’t shared??

aHHH thank you so much omg this made me so happy!!! i'm really glad you like them, it means a lot to me 🥺 i do have an ao3 but i haven't posted any cp77 fics on there (i get a little nervous sometimes because they're so oc-heavy and i don't want to get yelled at. also my writing has been few and far between lately unfortunately). and i'm always happy to talk about them (or any of my ocs) ! i have quite a lot that i haven't shared tbh here are a couple little things that came to mind:

Dum Dum deals with chronic pain from all his cybernetics and back alley surgeries, so he keeps his pain editor set up so high that he almost can’t feel touch. He’s gotten used to being literally numb but he starts to lower it after he meets Dagger because he wants to feel him.

One of the many reasons Dagger hates Royce is because Dum Dum has such a strong loyalty to him and Royce just treats him like a dog. He suspects they’ve had flings (they haven’t in my lore) but he’s annoyingly jealous anyway, though he doesn’t quite realize it right away. (Dagger is blind to his own emotions).

Dagger eventually finds the old recorded footage of Dum Dum’s Maelstrom initiation: getting his optics installed. Even though Dagger has seen and done worse things to other people, he finds he has a very hard time watching the surgery (which is performed without any anesthesia). It’s the first time he starts to realize he might be having Feelings(TM). He never finishes watching the whole thing, and later destroys the footage.

Speaking of which, Dum Dum also suffers from momentary memory lapses from ~all of that.~ They get worse with age, and as they get older, Dagger helps him with little memory exercises, hoping they’ll make a difference in the long run. In that same vein, Dum Dum always makes sure that Dagger takes his meds (hes on mood stabilizers) because he knows that Dagger often won’t think about it. He keeps an alarm set in case he forgets to remind him.

One of Dagger’s favorite things to do when they’re together is mess with Dum Dum’s open wires and machinery. It almost always ends in electric shock, and they both like it (they’re freaks).

As much as they love each other, their fights can get nasty. Dum Dum is pretty good at keeping his calm but sometimes Dagger intentionally pushes him and he’ll fight back just as hard. This usually ends in a fist fight and a shared cigarette.

Dagger eventually has a hard time at night without the light of Dum Dum’s optics so he starts to leave the lights of his lenses on even when he’s sleeping.

Dum Dum lets Dagger give him a “tattoo” to match Dagger’s FVCK tattoo on his arm. It says ZHIT.

[dangan-kagura]

Things I Wanted to Include for My V3 Rewrite - Part 1

So if you’ve been to my AO3 and read my fanfic Alternative Danganronpa VE, I’ve gotten as far as Chapter 4 Daily Life where everyone arrives at the Virtual World. Since I haven’t had any motivation in wanting to continue writing it, I decided to make a series of posts that’ll narrate the things I wanted to include that’ll probably never happen. I'll try to highlight some of the most important things.

To briefly recap, my OC has been placed as the leader of the group so that everyone can work together in order to find another hint about the outside world.

Now here’s the new stuff, as soon as they start heading east to where the chapel is, they suddenly get warped into a battle with Monokuma-like enemies.

The scene then plays out like a turn-based RPG and after winning the battle, they start to think that the Virtual World feels like an RPG.

My OC complains about the idea as he ends up saying that he doesn’t like the RPG genre and abandons the group and returns to the mansion.

When he arrives at the phone, he thinks back to the dream he had where he remembers Miu saying that saying your name on the phone will return you to the real world. But it doesn’t work. Kirumi then walks in asking if he is ok and if he wants to talk. My OC gets embarrassed out of concern that Kirumi wouldn’t understand him, but gently explains that he doesn’t like the RPG genre because he’s bad at the genre and is bothered by the amount of peer pressure surrounding the genre’s popularity. Kirumi assures him that things will work out however, and the two of them walk back to the group.

When they return, my OC suggests that Kirumi should take the lead. Because he got Kirumi’s motive video, he wants to see if Kirumi has any leadership skills, but Kirumi doesn't remember anything about being the leader of a country. So Kirumi ends up being the party leader.

When the group arrives at the chapel, at one point, I think I had an idea that someone in the group pushes that big thing at the end of the hall (sorry, I don’t know what it’s called) and in doing so reveals a secret underground passage.

The group then proceeds in a play style similar to Despair Dungeon: Monokuma’s Test.

It’s that bonus mode in V3 that plays similar to Final Fantasy. Anyways, after a series of turn-based battles from random enemies...

The group eventually faces the dungeon boss.

I had an idea for a scene where my OC tries to chicken out of the fight thinking that everyone is destined to lose. Kaede and Kirumi however stop him from running away and tell him to man-up or something and fight the boss anyway.

After defeating the boss, well, I haven’t had any ideas as to what they get for a reward, but it goes like this. The group keeps hearing a voice say the same thing over and over again. Something like a female computer voice saying, “There is an error! There is an error! There is an error! There is an error!” and then the screen just goes black like how a TV turns off. The group then wakes up back in the computer room alive.

No murders have taken place yet.

That was an idea I had in mind, they go to the Virtual World for the first time, but afterwards there are no murders, and everyone is confused as to why what they just saw as they left the Virtual World has to do with the outside world.

I’ve written that the group would also get a Flashback Light as a reward. In the original game, the group doesn’t get another Flashback Light until Chapter 5 after Kokichi showed everyone the outside world. Although I’m thinking that it probably would’ve been better if they got another Flashback Light in Chapter 5 after discovering the new locations in the school.

I think I had an idea for a scene where my OC looks in his pocket to find something like a flashdrive. He realizes that this is actually the reward they got for defeating the dungeon boss and that the flashdrive contains more info about the outside world. My OC suggests that Keebo should be the one to hold on to it. Keebo agrees and takes the flashdrive.

Monokuma would then tell the group that they have to go back to the Virtual World tomorrow to find more clues. My OC however complains that he doesn’t want to go back because he didn’t like how the Virtual World plays similar to an RPG.

I think towards the end of this scene, I wanted to include a scene where...

Kaito starts to vomit blood before the fourth trial.

Like you know the scene after the fourth trial where Kaito pukes blood? I wanted him to do so before the start of the fourth trial. Just like in the original, Maki is the most worried one in the group and everyone starts questioning why Kaito is suddenly vomiting blood. Kirumi is also worried and asks if she could help, but Kaito refuses to get help from Kirumi and goes back to his room to rest.

I’ll explain what happens next in Part 2.

[candycryptids]

Hide and map for the oc meme! Dealers choice for character v-v)/

This took me an embarrassing long time to get to despite being so zazzed for the ask (sending you flowers btw) (under a cut for length) (We’re gonna dive into Chuu and Mochiie, two of my Final Fantasy Oc’s ;w;)

“Hide; what does your OC hide, why do they hide it?”

In the case of Chuu, she hides quite a bit; her origins, her projects, her workshop… Largely because her projects border illegal-unethical and being uh. An ex-engineer for Garlemald prior to the Calamity doesn’t look Great when you’ve skipped country and moved into one of the several countries that were harassed by Garlemald lmao. The FC she fell in line with isn’t exactly on full legal lines either, which is why it’s perfect (they’re not inclined to turn her in even if they find out because they’ll all go down with her, but more likely than turning her in, they’d probably Get It.

She also hid the Questionable Project of Cloning herself, until it was nearly done. Or, rather, she Built Tuesday, meant to be ‘her, but if she was a boy and just a little uglier’ because she has ego and she has to be The Prettiest. (Besides her girlfriend, Talia) and you might think ‘that’s not that unethical’ and you’d be kinda right except they took the concept of Anima (from the Relic Weapon Questline. Where you imbue a weapon with a soul.) and then. Reworked it to fit into her Pet Project. To clean and cook. And. To go to places she could not for Legal and Safety reasons. Fun thing she doesn’t hide is her Inability To Read Common. She just can’t. She could learn to, she’s very smart, but she refuses. Instead she invented her own writing system and makes someone else read her letters to her and dictates anything she wants to mail (to Tuesday, usually, if he’s home. Otherwise she just Calls via linkpearl, because she has No phone-call anxiety unlike me)

(I’m guessing Map was an autocorrect on Mask cos I couldn’t find map anywhere in there >w>;;) “Does your OC wear a mask, literally or Figuratively? What goes on beneath it? Is there anyone in their life who gets so see who they are under the mask?”

Mochi dons a figurative mask of being Brave and Heroic and Resourceful as the Warrior Of Light as time goes on. At first it wasn’t a mask, because things were challenging and hard but he had support and he felt Capable. But then the Massacre of the Waking Sands happens and he breaks down hard. (I have screenshots! I might add a link to them later, but they’re in his tag 💖) It sets that shift from being a hero is fun and adrenaline pumping to, everything feeling very. Real. And lethally dangerous. (As if being Kidnapped and fighting a false God isn’t dangerous while the people who were captured with you got tempered and then subsequently put to sword… but they weren’t people he KNEW.) So he starts putting up the front of being Unshakeable, a Paladin, the Sword and Shield of Hope, the Unbreakable Fists of Freedom. Etc. The Hero (not Man) who will take down the Empire and any Primals that threaten the peace and safety of This Star’s peoples. Which becomes a heavy weight to carry- especially when he gets to grappling with… not everyone with the potential to be, to do, good, can be swayed to pursue that potential (Zenos). Not everyone can be saved etc.

So Zenos gets to peek under that mask- an angry, and terrified Au’ra with the edges of control issues when things don’t work like he believes they should (You CAN do good you just won’t) and Zenos relishes in this because that’s always when their clashes are the most fierce (When Mochi stops putting on bravado and face and starts fighting without etiquette or restraints.) (it’s complicated. I haven’t gotten this far with Mochi yet but it’s what I imagine it’s going to shake out like ~v~)

And, someone who he actually cares about (someone who he’s not at odds with) that sees under the mask is probably Thancred and Urianger? They know the kinds of burdens Mochi carries and even if Mochi doesn’t let the mask slip around Thancred I feel like he’s sharp. He can. Tell. So if he perhaps invites Mochi to spar somewhere far from everyone where there’s enough room to cut loose and go until everything burns and he collapses with a dagger or a gunblade pointed at his chest it’s. A nice reprieve. (Alternatively. He just invites Mochi to have a drink or 15 at the Rising Stones.. it’s not healthy, but at least Mochi can blame his tears on the bottle.)

Urianger is good at getting Mochi to open up just by Being there, either quietly researching in the same secluded room as him or sipping coffee (black, he doesn’t need cream and sugars, the man’s drinking this for the caffeine Only) while Mochi sits there writing correspondences to the Tribes or to his Squadron until he just starts talking out loud. He asks rhetoricals and complains and mourns and Urianger listens quietly and doesn’t comment when Mochi moves to sit next to him with his tail wrapped around his ankle :/ (he’s a guy that employs casual touch frequently)

Uhhh…. Anyways that’s what I got Big Kisses if you read this mwah mwah

[enluv]

i didn’t lose the battle‼️ i just forgot to come back😭 but i’m so glad that most students are now on winter break!! here’s to all of us surviving finals! i actually just started the first ep of new girl and i love it so far! i remember reading a fic that was inspired by the show where oc is living w 3 guys (i can’t remember who the idols were though😭) and another where the douchebag jar was mentioned so it was so cool to watch the og inspiration!! i’ll definitely be binging this over break. as for recommendations, i haven’t watched many new shows but ugly betty is a rlly good one if you haven’t watched it yet! ik it’s pretty old but i recently started watching earlier this year and i love it! hmm idk if we ever discussed kdramas but if you watch them, my demon is one that i’m currently watching! aside from shows and movies, i actually wanted to ask if you have any content you suggest i watch to get to know riize? i’ve been interested in them since predebut but i’ve yet to get fully into them so now’s the time!

nessa <3

NESSA!!! im so glad you didn’t lose the battle!! also I’m so glad that you like it so far!! it’s honestly one of my favorite shows so I really hope you continue to like it :) I’ve always wanted to do a fic inspired by it but haven’t gotten around to write it 😭 one day though!! OMG I’ve been wanting to watch ugly betty AND my demon!! honestly so many people have said my demon is good so I think I’ll watch it 🤭 it has song kang so I’m sure it’s good :) I just started the tale of the nine tailed but I have enough time to start another show so maybe I’ll add it on!! AS FOR RIIZE!!! I recommend their series “we riize” it’s really good and helps you get to know the boys personalities! I also recommend rise and realize but ngl I’ve stopped watching since they cut out Seunghan from the episodes :/ but the ones with him are really good and show their talents :) AND any of their interviews!! they’re really entertaining so I think any of their content will get you hooked :) let me know if you wanna know more about them! embarrassingly I can talk about them for hours 😭 but I’m excited to see you get into them!! I love them sm they’re really fun!!

[missywritesfor7]

🌺 Promise Flower | PJM 🌺

Synopsis: Jimin is a popular dance student and the best one at his university. Mina is a photography student and has known Jimin since high school. An idea for a photo project finds Mina getting closer to him than she ever has before. She learns how big his heart is, but also learns how closely he guards it. Every time she thinks he'll let her in, he pulls away again. Is it even worth the trouble?

Pairing: college student!Jimin x fem!oc

Warnings: depression, anxiety, panic attacks, alcoholism

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|| Ch. 22: Hard to Breathe ||

Our camping trip was great, but much too short, before I know it, it’s Monday and we’re back on campus.

Tae finally seems satisfied with the way he’s decorated his new place and is hosting a housewarming party on Saturday. He says it’s not a big deal and they haven’t invited many people, but he made me promise I’d be there. Of course I wouldn’t miss it for the world.

We got our new photo assignment and I’m excited to get to work on it. We still haven’t gotten our grades back from the last assignment but I’m still fueled by the confidence I had while I was working on it. This new assignment shouldn’t be so bad. We’ve been tasked with doing a series of self portraits, and since these old school cameras don’t have timers or anything, Tae and I agreed to help each other out. It’s times like these that I’m incredibly grateful to have a best friend like him.

By Wednesday’s class we already have a roll of film each to develop. We did a quick test shoot the day before and don’t plan to use any of the photos we took, but we wanted to see how well it would work out.

After getting our photos developed we receive our grades for our last assignment. Tae did great getting an A on his assignment. He’s been excelling effortlessly in this class it almost makes me a little jealous.

However right now jealousy is the last thing on my mind. I received a C- and I’m feeling completely deflated. All of the confidence I had after completing that project has been sucked out of me at once.

“Do you want to get some lunch?” Tae asks as we leave class and start heading down the hall.

“No, I’m not really hungry. I think I’ll just go home.” Actually I was hungry, but after getting my grade back all I want to do is curl up in bed. Maybe cry a little too. Or maybe a lot. I’ll probably definitely cry a lot.

“You sure?” He asks with concern. “I know you’re down about your grade, but you sure you don’t wanna grab something to eat? My treat.”

“Thanks, but I’m sure. I’ll just go home and chill I guess.”

“If you say so. Try not to be so hard on yourself though, ok? Let me know if you need anything.”

“Thanks, Tae.” I try forcing a smile and we part ways.

I’m thankful for Tae and his understanding. He knows I’m always hard on myself when it comes to my photo projects, and he knows when I receive a lower than expected grade that it usually takes me a little time to get myself out of my depression and self loathing.

Some people need lots of attention, maybe even lots of physical touch when dealing with a bout of depression. They need someone to stay near them to help them out of the fog. I’m the opposite. I want to be left alone. I don’t want to see or talk to anyone. I love that Tae recognizes this and let’s me have the space I need.

Jimin however is a very physical and attentive person, and once I text him letting him know how I was feeling he took it upon himself to come right over. I told him he didn’t need to and that I was just going to go down for a nap, but he insisted on coming to help me feel better.

“You really didn’t have to drop everything and come over here,” I tell him again as I let him inside and head back to my bed.

“I know, but I wanted to make sure you were feeling ok. I know you can be hard on yourself when it comes to your photography.” He follows me into my room and opens his backpack to reveal some snacks and and juices.

“What is all of this?”

“Some stuff for you to snack on. You need to eat.”

“Thanks, babe. I’m not sick though, just a little down. I’ll get over it.” I curl myself up on my side under my bedsheets and close my eyes.

“I know, baby, but I want to make you feel better. I hate to see you upset.” He lays next to me and pulls me into his embrace. “I just want to make you smile.” He softly kisses my forehead and maintains his hold on me.

I know he means well, but I feel more burdened when he does this. I feel like I have to force myself to be happy so he’s not tasking himself with making me happy. I know that nothing he does will change the way I feel right now so he shouldn’t feel responsible for it. On top of that, I simply want to have the time to myself because that’s how I can best work through the feelings swirling in my head.

Regardless I can’t bring myself to say anything to him as I don’t want him to take it the wrong way. He has such a pure heart that I don’t want him feeling like I don’t want him around, so I remain in his arms and say nothing more.

He stays with me through the evening making me dinner and trying his hardest to get me to eat. I really don’t have much of an appetite and the more he tries the less I want.

He wants to stay the night and offers to take me to class in the morning. I tell him there’s no need, I’m considering skipping class tomorrow. He wasn’t too thrilled to hear that and it only heightened his concern. He wants to stay with me, but I tell him not to miss his class just for me. I’m perfectly ok to be alone, I just need to get my head out of the fog. Going to class wouldn’t do me any good, I know I wouldn’t be able to focus anyway.

This isn’t new for me. I know how to manage my depression. I’ve been doing it for years without much issue. I know what I need which is just a little time to myself. Him skipping class to stay with me the entire time would be the opposite of what I need. Still, I struggle to find a way to tell him that directly.

It’s my fault, I know. I should be able to tell him this without fear of him taking it the wrong way. However, when I look at his face and see his eyes big with concern and his bottom lip poking out I lose the ability to find words. I can’t imagine upsetting him and making him think I don’t want him around at all.

Because of my inability to communicate effectively, he stays the night and all of the next day with me. He cares for my every need though I don’t ask him for anything. When I just want to sit in my room and stare at the ceiling he’s right next to me holding me tightly as if he thinks I’m going to slip away.

Friday I decide to go to class primarily because I don’t want Jimin skipping another day of his classes just to be with me. I’m still lost in my head with feelings of failure and disappointment. But I force myself to show up anyway.

Being in class gives me a short break away from Jimin’s increasingly overbearing caretaking. Unfortunately, I don’t know anything that’s going on in class because my mind is stuck on what went wrong with my assignment. I worked so hard and still did worse than I did on my first assignment which was a disaster.

The critique I received from my professor was vague and seemed his main issue was the composition of my photos. I don’t know what I could have done better, I followed everything we had learned in class. Was this a matter of personal preference? Did he not like the subjects I chose? Does he not like me? It was a bit of an abstract theme we were given, did he not think my photos were abstract enough?

“Are you coming?” Tae says cutting through my thoughts.

I look around and realize class has ended and everyone is leaving now.

“Yeah, right, sorry.” I grab my things and head out with him.

“Are you still thinking about your grade?”

“A little,” I say dragging my feet down the hall.

“A lot?”

“Yeah maybe a lot.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“Not really,” I sigh. I’m not in the mood to talk to anyone about anything. Then again it may be beneficial to let it out, and even more helpful to talk to Tae who can understand where I’m coming from. He’s been doing amazing in the class but maybe he can see something that I’m missing. “Actually yeah, do you want to come to my place?”

Tae nods and we make our way to my apartment where he grabs a few snacks as he always does and makes himself comfortable across my bed.

“I just don’t understand how he could give me such a low grade.” I throw myself on the bed and begin ranting. “I thought everything was perfect. I was feeling so good about everything then he came with a needle and heartlessly burst my bubble.”

“You didn’t fail though,” Tae reassures me. “I know it’s a lower grade than you wanted, but it doesn’t mean you’re a terrible photographer. It’s ok to be upset about it, but don’t beat yourself up so much.”

“I know,” I sigh. “But it’s so hard to shake the feeling of failure when I tried so hard and was so confident. Now I feel like everything else I do isn’t going to be good enough.”

“One grade from one professor in one class doesn’t define your worth.”

“Don’t give me your motivational quotes,” I huff.

“Now that you’ve acknowledged that I’m right, are you going to keep sulking like this?” He chuckles.

“Yes.”

“Guess I’ll have to pull out more motivational quotes.”

“Please don’t,” I say just as my phone vibrates.

It’s Jimin texting me to tell me he’s out of class and he’ll be over soon. I put my phone down without responding and let out a small sigh.

“What’s wrong?” Tae asks.

“Nothing, Jimin just said he’s on his way over.”

“Why do you look like you’re not happy about that?”

“I am, it’s just…I don’t know. Ever since I told him how down I was about my grade he’s been trying to make me feel better but in a very suffocating way.”

“Did you tell him that?”

“Kind of…I mean I told him he didn’t need to cater to me so much as if I’m dying or something.”

“But did you tell him that you feel suffocated?”

“Well not directly. How do I tell my boyfriend that he’s smothering me without making him feel bad about wanting to help? I don’t want him to think I don’t want him around at all, I just need time to myself to get out of my head, you know?”

“So you’ve just been dealing with it? Even though you feel suffocated? You haven’t tried to have a simple discussion with him?”

“I’m afraid of hurting him. He’s too sweet, you know that. I don’t want him to take it the wrong way and be sad. I can’t break his heart when he just wants to help.”

“So tell him how he can help.”

“How do I do that?”

“Mina you’re killing me. You have the communication skills of a toddler.”

“That’s not really helping me feel better,” I mumble rolling my eyes.

“I’m not here to make you feel better, I’m here to tell you the truth.”

“I don’t want the truth right now,” I say stubbornly.

“Too bad,” he says nudging my side. “Just talk to him. Like an adult. Not a two year old. If you don’t you’re just going to keep being annoyed and you know it.”

Just then there’s a knock at the door and we both know it’s Jimin. Tae grabs his things and stands up.

“I’ll let your prince in and I’ll see you tomorrow night. I’m expecting a very nice housewarming gift from you.”

“You get my pretty face,” I say dryly.

“I don’t like that,” he says walking out to get the door. I hear him say hi to Jimin followed by “She’s in there being a pain in the ass.”

“Fuck off, Taehyung!!” I yell from my bed.

“Love you too!” He shouts back before I hear the sound of the door closing.

Jimin steps in my room giggling at our little exchange.

“What’s that about?” He asks laying next to me and kissing my forehead.

“Nothing, he’s just being difficult,” I respond knowing full well that I’m the one being difficult right now.

“How so?”

“It’s nothing,” I lie. I know Tae is right. I need to be direct. He wants to help so I should tell him the best way he can. Otherwise I may lose my mind. And yet I let another opportunity pass and say nothing.

I hate that I’m like this. I hate that I don’t seem to know how to communicate the way I thought I did. I hate that something so simple is hanging so heavy on my mind all because I don’t know how to speak up. I hate that I start feeling like I don’t want him around. I hate that this makes me feel like a terrible girlfriend.

The next night we head over to Tae and Taylor’s place for their housewarming party. I’m not really in the mood to be social with a group of people, even one person is too much for me right now, but I promised Tae I’d be here. I even brought a small cactus as a gift.

Jimin clings to me the entire time not letting me more than a few inches away from him. Usually it’s not a problem. I always love when he’s affectionate, but this is different. He clings to me as if he thinks I’m going to have a stroke at any moment. He’s stuck in an overbearing caretaker mode and it makes me feel like I’m dying, or just straight up incapable of caring for myself, which only makes me feel worse.

The feeling of suffocation increases as the night goes on. I know Tae notices too because he keeps giving me knowing looks and shaking his head. I’m sure he can tell that I didn’t actually talk to Jimin about anything yesterday.

By the end of the party I feel exhausted and annoyed by everything. Jimin takes me home and I say very little to him the entire ride. He asks me if I’m ok and in typical Mina fashion, I say that I am ok. My inability to speak up just frustrates me even more. I’m frustrated about a lot of things and by the time we get inside the door of my apartment all of that frustration comes flying out the second Jimin asks me once again if I’m sure I’m ok.

“Yes! I said I’m ok! I’m fine!” I yell startling him a little.

“I-I’m sorry I asked,” he says softly. “You just seemed a bit bothered.”

“I AM bothered! I’m so fucking bothered! Everything is annoying me and I feel like I’m fucking SUFFOCATING! I just want to have like one day, Jimin, but I can’t fucking breathe! I just need some space!”

The second those words hit him I can see his face drop and I instantly regret everything I’ve said. I didn’t mean to blow up on him this way but it all just boiled over and I took it out on him.

He says nothing else and quietly leaves with tears welling in his eyes. I feel terrible for making him feel that way. I was so afraid of hurting him and in the end I managed to hurt him anyway and I hate myself for it. He didn’t deserve to be yelled at like that.

All I can do is throw myself on my bed and cry.

[mingi-bubu]

Writing Updates

Scenarios: — No change since last update

Fics: — Started on another part of “drawn by the consciousness, i go to you”.  I am working on Bànshān realizing he likes Yìrán romantically.  I also threw in several OCs, all of which will get screen time as we continue through their journey~ — The third chapter of “bold and reckless, talk your way out of it” is in the works.  I have just started it, and am figuring out how to change what I had previously written to what I want to write. — We are getting ever closer to The BAU TKC AU actually debuting!     — Elle-specific Updates: I am working simultaneously on Elle & Tony’s second period of his first day of high school, Elle leaving the BAU for NY, Elle & Grant running into Tony (aka the first time she’s seeing Tony again since they broke up), and Elle & Tony getting ready to have Emily & Spencer over for dinner.  I have also changed a part of her lore, but it’s a future event that is to happen, so it’s not important right now.     — General Updates: I am, as I think I’ve stated before, jumping around from date to date in the earlier half of the story, aka the kids haven’t even gotten to school yet.  I also have re-edited my list of characters for me to reorganize my mindset, so now the characters are separated into Main & Periphery Characters.  This is in fact a problem of mine own making, since I’m covering like.  About seven seasons, whilst also trying to figure out when canon events logically take place.  (I am once again asking if anyone has any fucking clue about when things happen, to please contact me.) — For my Derry Girls’ “you fancy you’re a rebel” fic, I am still in the process of writing the second chapter.  I need to do some more research for it, aka read more mafia/mob au fics.

[guess-my-next-obsession]

Boss — Chapter 11

pairing: javier peña x DEA!OC

warnings: NSFW 18+ (MINORS DNI), oral (fem receiving), dirty talk, unprotected sex, rough sex, creampie, lots of arguments, angsty vibezzz

words: 3.3k

series masterlist | javi p playlist

“What if…what if we got a hotel tonight in San Antonio?” Valeria stood outside helping Javier dig holes for the fence he was helping his father with. Javier wiped the sweat from his brow by lifting the hem of his t-shirt up, exposing his firm stomach and chest. Her eyes dropped to the exposed skin and she felt the desire to have him again build—this time desperately craving to have him in peace rather than worrying about his father hearing across the hall.

“Tonight?” He asked, squinting from the sun as he turned to her, head tilted. “Why tonight?”

“Because I can’t wait any longer to have you alone.” She nearly whined, surprising both of them. “I just feel like everyday there’s someone new that pops up and demands their bit of you. Which is understandable, you know, but I also need bits of you here and there.”

“They haven’t seen me in years, querida.” He reminded as he went back to digging.

“But we’ve been here three weeks now…and I’ve been patient and let them have their time with you. I just want one night away, one night where we can make love in peace and I won’t have to cover my mouth.” She talked in a language she knew he could understand, watching as he stopped his digging and panted, looking back to her. “I haven’t gotten to experience that since the first night we ever got together…in Medillin. That’s almost three months ago at this point.”

“You’re right,” he nodded and wiped his hands on his tight jeans before resting one on his hip. “I guess I’ve been so concerned with reconnecting with everybody here that I forgot you and I still haven’t done a lot of normal couple things. I still haven’t taken you on a proper date, still haven’t taken a real trip together.”

“Exactly,” she stepped towards him, slipping her arms around his waist and smiling up at him. “And…tomorrow morning, I have an interview with the Sheriff’s Department…in San Antonio.”

“And I thought this was all about us getting to make love in peace.” He shook his head and rolled his eyes playfully. “Sheriff’s, huh?”

“I figured…you know, since you want to stay in Texas,” she took a deep breath and cracked a hesitant smile, leaving out the other interview she had lined up tomorrow as well—one for a job with the CIA—figuring the odds of her actually getting the position were too slim to risk starting an argument over. “What do you say? Should I go up and back our bags?”

“Yeah,” he sighed out in defeat, nodding his head at the house. “Go on. I’ll finish up out here and we can leave after. Oh, but let me talk to my dad—“

“Who’s idea do you think it was to leave, mi amor?” She pecked his cheek and skipped off, Javi watched with a smirk and a shake of his head, amused that she not only had him wrapped around her finger but his father as well.

•••

“So what made you want to work at the Sheriffs Department? You could do anything,” he asked as he kept one hand on the wheel of his pickup, the other on her thigh. She shrugged and looked out the window at the passing San Antonio scenery as they entered town.

“I don’t know. I’ve only ever done the whole crime fighting thing, it’s all I know how to do.” She looked over at him, watching as he smiled and shook his head, making her chuckle in turn. “What?”

“Just because it’s what you’ve always done, doesn’t mean it’s all you can do. I mean, there’s a lot you could try out before you go straight back into…that.” Her smile grew as she realized the stoic man to her left was worried about her.

“Jav, it’s not Medellin. I’m not going to be kidnapped and—“

“I know what happened, Valeria.” He cut her off, making her suck in a harsh breath.

“I only mean that my job will be a lot more boring here than it was over there.”

“I worked for the Sheriff’s department before joining the Agency. There’s still shit to worry about over here. That’s all I’ll say about it.” He shrugged and shook his head again, a silence falling over the two of them only for a moment. “I just wish you’d think about a less stressful career.”

“I don’t even know what I’d do!” She chuckled at his persistence.

“You could work at the school! Abuela Morales mentioned they were in need of a receptionist.” He offered with a shrug. “Could be a little easier on you, working with kids instead of criminals.”

“Easier on me, or on you?” She asked with a raised eyebrow, trying not to become irritated with his insistence.

“Would that make you happy? If I came out and said that, yes, I don’t want you working two hours away from me in a state that has the highest volume of drug trafficking—“

“Javier, god! I was your boss! If you think you were good at your job, I literally was your superior!” She scooted away from him and threw away all semblance of patience now, hating the feeling of him looking at her like she was some wounded animal that needed to be protected.

“My superior that got herself into some shit—“

“Hold on, I got myself into some shit? They kidnapped me, Javier! I did not ask for that, but guess who kept me alive that entire time? Not them, not you…me!” She shook her head and had to take a moment to breathe, her ears hot as she simmered with her frustration.

“I don’t know how me offering you a job in town turned into this. How me caring about your safety turned into this.” He clenched his jaw and shook his head, knuckles white as he gripped the steering wheel, the truck pulling into the hotel and parking. A cold silence filled the air as the two of them sat together, both too stubborn to speak first.

“I’m not…not a receptionist. That’s not who I am, Javier. I’m never going to be that.” She finally sighed out, glancing over at him. He twitched his lips and nodded sarcastically before grabbing the handle to his door.

“I’ll get us checked in.” He mumbled under his breath and slammed the door, making her fold. Her hands reached up to cover her face as she cried, wondering why the universe would make her love a man so dearly who she could seemingly never see eye-to-eye with. As if he had a radar for her distress, Javier opened her door and pulled her into his arms as she sat in the seat, sobbing. “I’m sorry, querida…I’m sorry. You can do whatever you want to do, I know that you can handle it.”

“It’s all I know, Jav…” She hugged him back and wiped her tears away with her spare hand. He nodded against her and kissed her head, stroking her hair with his hand.

“I know,” he pulled her head back and kissed her swollen lips, his eyes peering into hers. “I’ll be okay with whatever it is you want to do. Just…keep me in the loop. I worry too much about you, and—“

“Shh,” She shook her head and kissed him again, gesturing at the hotel. “No more talking, okay? Let’s just go get settled.”

Settled hadn’t meant what Javier thought it did, but he wasn’t complaining.

As soon as the door was closed to their suite, she was all over him, her hands holding his face as she slipped her tongue past his perfectly pouty lips, pressing him against the nearest wall. It took him a moment to find his footing, but once he did, he wasn’t about to let her out-dominate him. His hands gripped her ass through her blue jeans as he spun the two of them around, knocking over a lamp as he pressed her against the entryway table.

“Up.” He demanded and she obeyed, hopping up onto the table with Javier standing between her legs. He squeezed his hand on her jaw, forcing her lips to part so that he could properly dive his tongue in and taste her. Both of their denim jeans weren’t enough to stop them from grinding against each other as they battled tongues, soft moans escaping from his throat as she bit down on his bottom lip. “Fuck, come here.”

He tugged her off the table and spun her back around so that she was pressed against the bathroom door, his hands undoing her jeans while she worked on his. His lips had migrated to her neck, nipping and sucking on the skin hard enough that he’d leave a mark, but stopped once he remembered her interview in the morning.

“Keep…why’d you stop?” She whined, hearing him chuckle as he kissed the inflamed patch of skin, his hand tugging her jeans down her hips until she could kick them off.

“Cariño, you have an interview in the morning. I don’t want them to see how filthy you’re being for me tonight.” His voice was so deep and thick with lust that she thought she might fall to the floor, but his hands coming to grip her waist and pull her flush against his body prevented it. With a spank, he pointed at the king sized bed further into the room, wiping his lips as he nodded towards it. “Bed, now.”

“Yes, sir.” She nodded and practically ran to it, discarding her t-shirt as she crawled onto the white linen. Javier growled at the sight of her bent over in a black thong, ass sticking out until she laid back on the mattress. He took his time walking over to her, stroking his chin as though he was trying to figure out what his plan of action was. She bit her lip and sat up, locking eyes with him and undoing her bra with a grin.

“Fuck, querida…” He palmed himself through his half-on jeans, realizing that he was still confined. He kicked the Wranglers off and tossed them across the room, his erection standing proudly as it sprung out. She loved his constant “commando”, always ready for a quicky.

“Do you wanna see how wet you make me?” She purred and watched as he unbuttoned his shirt, his head nodding as his eyes never left her. She spread her legs wide and let him watch as she touched her clothed slit for a moment before tugging the thong off, tossing it at him and earning a chuckle. His smile was wiped away once she spread wide for him again, her center slick and desperate for his touch.

“So fucking sexy,” he finally walked to the edge of the bed, reaching to grip her thighs and pulling her so that her lower half was almost dangling off the bed. He lowered to his knees and looked deep into her eyes as he brought his wet tongue to her folds, his lips wrapping around her clit, slurping up her arousal. She could’ve came from the sinful noises alone, but the build-up was too good to waste. Her brows furrowed as she sat up on her elbows to watch him slurp and lap at her most sensitive area, eyes never leaving hers.

“Javier, fuck.” He was almost unbelievable in bed, so unbelievable that she began to wonder if he was always just this good. Surely, he’d had enough practice if he hadn’t been, but the man oozed the confidence of an absolute prodigy. “My legs are shaking, fuck.”

“I can feel it, baby.” He purred as he nuzzled his nose against her clit, his tongue dipping inside to taste her better. “Mm, god. You taste so sweet for me.”

“Javi, I’m so close. Please suck on it,” she couldn’t believe you’d gotten to the point where she felt comfortable making sexual demands with a man, but he just had that effect on her. She knew she was in safe hands with him, that no request would be too filthy or too much—and to find sex like this with a man she loved? It was indescribable.

Javier did as she asked and wrapped his lips around her swollen bud, sucking on it and releasing with a pop, over and over again until he could feel her walls spasming and thighs shaking around his head. She fell back against the sheets and clutched them as her orgasm ripped through her, his name being shouted out like he was her god, and for the time being…he was.

“I love making you cum,” he kissed her inner thighs before standing and wiping his mouth, eyeing her like a predator as she laid sprawled out on the sheets like a centerfold. He shook his head at the sight, knowing that there was no topping this—she’d forever be the pinnacle of both love and lust for him. “Bend over, querida. Want to see your ass when I cum for you,”

“Yes, sir.” The nickname had began as a joke, but in that moment, he was a “sir”. Though she may have been his boss in Medillin, it was clear in the bedroom who really wore the title.

Valeria rolled over and arched her ass up in the air for him, knees near the edge of the bed as he stood tall behind her. His large and warm hands ran over the soft and supple flesh of her ass before he spanked her, making her moan from surprise.

“Want more?” He leaned over her back and kissed between her shoulder blades before whispering in her ear.

“Yes, papi—“ Javier’s head cocked to the side as he listened to the new nickname accidentally slip from her mouth. “I—“

“Am I your papí, querida?” He asked in a low voice, his hand striking her ass again and making her nod. “¿Quieres que tu papí te folle por detrás hasta que veas las estrellas?” [Do you want your papí to fuck you from behind until you see stars?]

“Sí, papí!” She sobbed out, her walls clenching around nothing and driving her mad. Javier chuckled as she wiggled against his length, trying to force him inside of her. He stood upright and gripped her hips, the aching red tip of his cock dipping shallowly in and out of her entrance, hardly enough for her to feel but more than enough to make her whine for him. “Please!”

“Si, okay. My love gets what she wants,” he snapped his hips inside of her until he was fully sheathed, a strangled yelp being muffled by the sheets from the intense stretch of his girth. “You wanted it, no?”

“Yes, yes, please…move,” she begged again, needy and submissive to his most sinful desires. Javier couldn’t control himself anymore, he had to fuck her and he had to make her cum again.

“God, your pussy feels like home, querida.” He moaned as his hips began snapping in and out of her wet and eager walls, her fists gripping at the sheets as sinful slapping sounds of flesh against flesh filled the room along with her cries of pleasure. “Squeezing me so fucking good, cariño. Can hardly take it,”

“You fuck me so good, Javi…no one else…no one else.” She praised him and triggered a rare but not unwelcome, at least on her part, premature release, his cum coating her walls for the first time as he couldn’t bring himself to stop fucking into her. Feeling him twitch and hearing him moan was all she needed to cum, not bothering to care much about the fact that he just came inside her. “Fuck! So good! I can’t—oh!”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he panted out with his last three punctuating thrusts, his heart pounding and head dizzy from the earth shattering orgasm that just ran through him. He slipped out of her and watched his cum follow, his cock twitching at the sight. “Fuck, I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t…I should’ve pulled out.”

“It’s fine, I’m on the pill,” she panted as she laid flat against the sheets, needing to catch her breath. Javier walked off and came back with a washcloth, wiping the mess from between her legs before going off to clean himself off in the bathroom. It wasn’t long until he was climbing into bed with her, guiding her to lay with him on the pillows. “If you want me to stay in Laredo, I will. I don’t know what I’d do there, but…” She turned around and faced him, holding his face in her hand. “I love you, Peña. I really do.”

“And I love you. Enough to let you go off and be yourself.” He stroked her bottom lip and bounced his eyes across her features as though to memorize them. “If we could make it out of Medellin, we’ll make it through this.”

“Yeah?” She chuckled and leaned forward to kiss his lips.

“Yeah. Just…just don’t try to hide anything from me. If you’re stressed, scared, worried, anything…I want to know.” Her stomach turned sick with guilt as she thought about the secret interview with the CIA in the morning, eyes looking from his down to his chest. He furrowed his brows as he noticed the shift, sitting up and looking down at her, his hand rubbing her side as he studied her. “What is it?”

“Huh?” She looked up at him, surprised that he was so easily able to read her.

“You’re hiding something.”

“No I’m not.” She defended.

“Yes you are.” He insisted.

“I…got a job offer from the CIA.” She watched as he pulled back, moving his hand from her side and bringing it to his lap. “I have an interview tomorrow.”

“So you lied about the Sheriff’s Department, then?” He squinted at her, hurt covering his face. She shook her head adamantly and sat up, cupping his cheeks.

“No, no. I do have that one, but also an interview with the CIA.” She watched as he half shook his head, trying to figure out what he was thinking before he could say it.

“And if you get it?” He turned to her and searched her face. “You’re going to take it?”

“I doubt I’ll get it.” She shrugged and watched him chuckle darkly.

“You’ll get it.” He stood up and walked to his jeans on the floor, grabbing a cigarette before going over to the balcony door and lighting it. She climbed out of bed and hugged him from behind, kissing his back as he inhaled his second favorite form of relief.

“If I get it, I won’t take it.” She promised, and he turned around, lifting her chin up so that she was looking into his eyes. “I won’t even go tomorrow. It’s not worth the fight,”

“God, Leria. This shouldn’t be about whether or not it will cause a fight. You saw what happened in Colombia. You want to go back to that kind of shit? That’s where they’ll send you, straight back to Cali to deal with the Godfathers.” He kept his volume low, but she could tell he wanted to scream at her.

“I said I’m not going. That’s the end of it.” She sighed and climbed back into bed, laying on her side and patting the sheets beside her. “No more fighting. Come lay with me.”

Javier looked torn as he put out his cigarette. He knew that this conversation was far from over, her constant need to put herself in harms way conflicting with his constant need to protect her, but who was he to look at her cozied up in that bed and not join her. He took a sharp breath and walked to her, deciding that for the tonight, he’d leave the arguments alone. They both deserved a bit of peace, and that’s exactly what he was going to give her.

Over and over again.

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