#Chat I'm hearing colors it's 2 am here

[latteandjacks]

No idea what possessed me into finishing this

Some information about Father in the stars! With sketchy drawings!

Starting with the antagonists I have so far, which are Dexter, an oc you will meet soon, John(knee) and ill, Dave, Shot and Tan, a bitch, Jack and you already know

I'm yet to came up with enough courage to say what I'm planning for the rest of antagonists

Enjoy the rest of the info so far, I'll make more when 1 I finish the pride challenge I have neglected because jaja adhd and 2 I remember what other stuff was meant to be in these

[writingoddess1125]

So I saw this fanart and got this idea! And after a gin and juice I wrote this. Enjoy!

Art does not belong to me! It says the artist is Flamingo_PinkArt on Twitter (If incorrect please tell me ;-;)

My Heart Breaks Pt. 1

Warning: Angst and some Fluff

Buggy X FemReader

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Part 2

"(Y/N) Why the hell are we here?" You heard Buggy groan next to you annoyed, Shanks nodding in agreement. You rolled your eyes at their protest of being in the circus tent with you.

"Cause I am the one who got us the tickets, 20000 berries and I want to see the circus" You chimed proudly as you watched your favorite act come out. The clowns, Buggy grimacing at the sight of them, You see this and lean against his shoulder.

"Aww is Buggy afraid of clowns?~" You chime earning a glare from him and a blush. Shanks Grinning at this as he poked his friend in a teasing manor.

"No I'm not afraid of damn clowns! They are just... kinda creepy" He grumbled as he watched the group of bubbly cheerful clowns.

It had been a year since Gol. D Roger's had died, it had been hard on all three of you. But you luckily had each other and were trying to save up scraps of berries to start your guys own crew. You were the thief of the trio, a skilled person in breaking and entering as well as treasure hunting. Buggy was an amazing navigator and sailor while Shanks was the amazing fighter and leader of your trio of teenage Pirates.

You giggle at Buggy face of disgust at the clowns, you knew the real reason he hated them- It was the noses. He was self conscious about it heavily and seeing the clowns with the fake noses made him feel like they were making fun of him. You gently rub his shoulder gently, a silent gesture to comfort him.

Once out of the show you sighed in delight at feeling the sun on your face. Hearing both teens walking behind you and bickering between the two of them.

"Let's get some food for our journey to Hile Hile Village" You suggest, walking to the small market next to the curious. The three of you had been using this little village by Hile Hile Island as a sort of base. The three of you were planning a big heist in order to get a massive score of 750,000 berries which could help getting a bigger boat and not the stolen two decer you guys currently shared. The only issue was that the village was controlled by a dictator like man, A Lieutenant for the Marines that ruled the island. He had made it his mission to murder every pirate who tried to come to the island, so this would be a very quick smash and grab. Fleeing the island immediately afterwards.

It was simple, mildly foolish but hopefully effective.

Once in the market Buggy got toiletries, Shanks got food and you got basic supplies. The three of you walking together till you saw a beauty stand and seeing a deep red lipstick sticking out.

"Ohh I love this color" You hummed in pride at the red lipstick color, both teenage boys groaning as you took your sweet old time in choosing the brightest of red.

"I see you like the color red?" Shanks teased you, earning a sarcastic laugh from you.

"Oh yes, The color red really gets me going" You laugh as you pick the color and grab a near by red and white bandana, wrapping it around your head like a fake bonnet.

"Besides I hear red is a sigh of submission, what does that say about you Shanks?~" His face fell at your words and Buggy snorted a laugh.

You tossed down some berries for the bandana and lipstick. Following the boys back to the boat while you all chatted and teases each other, however Buggy's eyes landing on you every now and then more specifically your red lips. Everyone knew he had a crush on you, hell you had a thing for him too but it seemed he judt refused to make a move! Even when you all were on Roger's ship he never made a move on you.

"Buggy it's your turn to make dinner!" Shanks chimed out earning a groan from Buggy. After dinner you made it to the top of the deck to get some fresh air. Feeling the wind on your face as Buggy sailed you all to Hile Hile Island.

"Hey, You holding up okay?" You called out as you went to Buggy's side. The blue haired teen not meeting your eyes.

"I'm fine.." He grumbled, he knew he was pouting about something. Sighing as you look up at the night sky.

"What are you pouting about Bugs? Hm?" You pressed once more, Hearing a sigh from him.

"You um.. seem to like red right? Listen I assume you like Shanks and all. I mean ago doesnt- but um"

You look at Buggy as he leaned against the wheel of the stolen boat, not meeting your gaze.

"You two would be good together..." He grumbles, you roll your eyes and step towards him grabbing his arm hard you yank him from his pouting position and slammed your lips onto his. His eyes wide as you kiss him and leaned into the kiss, his eyes drooping as he felt warmth from you and wrapped a arm around you in return. After a moment you pulled away and grinned up at his cherry red face and eyes that were in a daze.

"I hope that answers the question of who I like Buggy" You teased, drawing a silent nod from him. Smiling you step back from his grasp and give his hand a gentle squeeze.

"Good night Bugs" You call out before heading down to the Lower Deck of the boat to sleep leaving Buggy standing there still shocked- His face breaking out in a wide grin as he silently cheered and jumped excitedly. You giggling at shearing his footsteps as he jumped up and down in excitement.

The next morning when the three of you arrived at Hile Hile Island and at dawn started your heist of robbing a jewelry store. It went smoothly enough, not too hard till the surprise alarms went off and the three of you ran.

Running through the streets you held the bag of values in your hand, the boys having a good lead on you as they slipped through the crowds and laughed. It was such a adrenaline rush! The boys ran ahead of you turning a sharp corner and heading down, as you prepared to catch up to them a muscular forearm suddenly slam put hitting you.

The wind getting knocked out of your lungs as you felt the forearm smash into your chest, your head smacking into the cobblestone ground as you looked up. The infamous Lieutenant staring down at you with a sickening grin- your eyes widened as you realized.. you were fucked.

"We are gonna be rich! Haha! That ship is ours! Right (Y/N!?)" Buggy yelled out, Hearing Shanks cheer ahead of him. Not hearing your voice he started to slow down lookknv behind him seeing you were gone and his eyes widened, Shanks still on his adrenaline high stopped as well and turned to look to see the confused Buggy.

"Where is (Y/N)?" Buggy questioned, Shanks face falling as he realized this. The two boys meeting each other's gaze and began to rush through were they had run to try and find you, calling out your name. The boys running back to try and find you, as they made it to a backstreet they see you in the back of a Marine jail wagon being dragged away to the local prison. Buggy surged forward in wanting to Spring you free but Shanks grabbed his shoulder quickly.

To say this had turned into a total shit show for you. You had been tossed in the back of the Marine jail wagon, then brought to the local prison.

There you were thrown into a cell with a women who had even in hysterics. Begging for death for her actions instead of the life sentence she was given. Your mind was racing as you tried to think of ways to get out- watching as the Lieutenant walked to you with a smile.

"It's been a while since we had a Pirate here, it's good. We needed an execution tomorrow" He said with a evil smile at you. The color draining from your face at his words.

"What!? Not a trial! Or even a proper investigation!?" You screamed as you grab at the bars. The Marine laughed loudly in your face as he leaned down to your level.

"Little girl, I'm the judge, jury and executioner. Welcome to Hile Hile!" He chimed loudly before dismissing himself with a deep laugh leaving you alone with the sobbing women.

You sat there for a while, trying to figure out what to do. Having even spoken to the women who told you she had accidently fell asleep and her child drowned and was imprisoned for murder. Now sentenced to life in prison at Impel Down, even though she wanted to die for her actions. A completely over sentencing for a horrible accident but you figured that was just how this place was run.

Going up the the barred wi dows of your cell you look out over the village. Fear running through your system as the words the man said to you rang through your system. It wasn't till you saw your two friends running in the alley by your cell did it snap you from your thoughts. Clapping your hands quickly to catch your attention you saw both of them turn to you.

"(Y/N)!" Buggy called out, looking around wildly before detaching his torso and floating up to meet you grabbing at the bars to try and pull on them. You quickly shoo him to go back down.

"No, They will see you" You hissed at him and held his hand, He floated back down but kept his detached hand with you. A sinking feeling hitting your stomach as you smiled at the two boys who rambled out in panic talking about how they would break you out. Shanks was the first one to notice your silence and the sadness in your eyes.

"Guys.. I.. I love you two-" You said to them, both freezing at your words as dread fills their system.

"Hey don't be so glum! We will get you out okay?!"

You gave Buggy's hand a squeeze sniffling back tears as you kissed the back of his hand staining it with your lipstick and taking the bandana you had bought before from around your neck and tied it to his wrist.

"I promise it will be okay Buggy.. Ill be okay" You say in a shaky voice, trying to keep him calm. Releasing his hand which floated back to his wrist.

"I'll get you out of here (Y/N)! They won't hurt you I swear!" Buggy proclaimed, his mind racing with ideas to break you out. Rushing down the alleyway in order to begin plotting.

You looked at Shanks through the bars and gave him a watery smile, tears welling in your eyes.

"Shanks... Promise me- If I go... Buggy can't see it.. He should never see me that way okay? Dont try and break me out.. you guys can get killed" You begged, tears rolling down your cheeks as you saw Shanks own eyes well with tears and nod his head.

"I-I promise (Y/N)..." He stuttered out, looking ahead and running after Buggy finally. Knowing the task that laid before him-

The next day was the day of the public execution. Wanting to make a an example out of you as they prepare for you to be killed. The Lieutenant coming by the cell you shared with the woman, who was still in her mess of a state at being imprisoned for life.

"Ah a Pirate and a Murderer" He chuckled darkly at the two of you. You glaring back at him as he leered at you-

"Does it make you feel strong to kill a child?" You asked him, earning a glare from the male who slammed his hand against the bars.

"Your show time is in half an hour- pray" He hissed at you and tossed a prison uniform and cloth bag at your feet. You knew what this was for by the red that spotted the collars on both-

Buggy had been frantically gathering a plan for his rescue mission, Ignoring the oddly silent Shanks who had just been watching him. Buggy creating a flashy and dramatic escape plan to rescue (Y/N).

"Alright It's almost ready!" He said as he grabbed rope, knives and more. Shanks looking at Buggy and sighing.

"Buggy- We can't get her-" He started but Buggy glared hard at him.

"Yes we can- if we follow this plan I can get her!" Buggy screamed, Shanks clenching his fist as he glared at his friend.

"Buggy I'm not going to let you get yourself killed" He said evenly, a silent standoff starting before Buggy shot a punch using his devil fruit which landed right on Shanks cheek knocking the red head stumble back for just a moment before Buggy bolted, running off the boat and into the rain. Buggy hearing the sound of the crowd gathering at the main city court yard, Bolting towards the direction.

Shanks chased Buggy, sliding through the rain as he saw Buggy run like his life depended on it. Buggy turned a hard corner and slipped hard, his body slamming into an alleyway wall.

Shanks grabbed Buggy and held him against the wall with all his force keeping his limbs pinned, tears running down his own cheeks as he make sure Buggy didn't move from his spot. He knew Buggy couldn't use his Devil fruit abilities as well and his limbs couldn't get far enough to reach you or strong enough to push or kick him off.

"THEY ARE GOING TO KILL HER! WE CAN HELP HER!" Buggy screamed at Shanks as the red head held his friend down-

"Buggy they will kill you!... I-I promised... I-Im sorry" He croaked out- The sound of the crowd in the courtyard got louder and Buggy moved harshly.

'We are here to show that while Gol. D Roger's influence still stands! We will be the strong hand that brings it back!'

The echoing voice sounded through the city, Buggy screaming as he tried his hardest to fight against Shanks.

'A Thief and Pirate. This is the price to pay for crimes here in Hile Hile Town! Is Death!"

The crowd cheering before there was a click before it happened- Buggy's eyes went wide as he heard the massive sound of the guillotine slamming down. The fight leaving his body as he saw the birds fly up from were the courtyard was the sound scaring them from their refuge in the rain, and the sound of cheers from the courtyard from the public execution.

He didn't even feel the cold from the rain anymore, instead feeling the emotions he had turn into ice in his chest. Like his heart had been ripped from his very being and tossed into the deepest part of the sea.

Shanks still sobbing himself pulled away from Buggy knowing it had been done. His own body shivering from the cold as he wept looking at his brothers face, Buggy's eyes looking dull like that of a fishes.

"B-Buggy I'm sorry" Shanks managed to sob to his friend, Like a puppet Buggy moved to his feet barely able to stand as he felt his body was hollow and boots too heavy. His hair sticking to his skin as he felt the rain wash away his love for Shanks and you.

"..I will never forgive this betrayal Shanks... Just like (Y/N) you are dead to me..." Buggy croaked out his voice the softest it had ever sounded, not even meeting Shanks eyes as he turned and started to walk off to towards the courtyard.

Shanks standing there in the rain not saying a word as he let Buggy go, still crying himself. The blue haired teen walking to the courtyard were the crowd was filing out, having gotten their fill of bloodshed. Buggy walked to the empty courtyard and looked up seeing the Marines cleaning the mess, the rain helping to wash the blood from the blade used and the stage it rested on. One of the Marines loading a headless female body into a basket, wearing basic black and white stripped prison attire

Buggy fell to his knees, his eyes locked onto the blade that had taken you from his life- he reached into the pocket of his jacket and pulled out the red and white bandana you had given him, while wet from rain he put it to his head and tied it around his blue hair.

He would remember you... he would cherish the memory. His best friend, his first love... a girl who always smiled wearing too red of lipstick and loved the circus...

He would be the greatest at it all.... Just for you.

[bad268]

Can you do like a YouTube challenge video with Kimi Antonelli. He doesn’t have enough fics

Stream Starting... (Andrea Kimi Antonelli X Youtuber! Reader)

Fandom: RPF/Formula 2/3

Requested: Clearly (also while I have shit lined up every week through March, I'm back to work so actually writing will be slow lol)

Warnings: none

Pronouns: You/your

W.C. 1331

Summary: Q&A stream with Kimi

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

~~(^Pinterest)

“Hello everybody,” you greeted to the camera only to be interrupted by laughing coming from your right side. Your fans had been begging for a video with Kimi for as long as you could remember, so with a little help of begging (definitely not guilt-tripping), you were able to convince him to join you for a live stream. You turned your attention away from the rapidly moving chat to face the person you called yours as you joked, “Can you not, K?”

‘I’m sorry!” He defended as he leaned onto your shoulder with a smile. You could see a faint blush rise onto his cheeks even though he tried his best to hide in your shoulder. “You’re in your element. It’s one thing to hear you from outside the recording room, but it’s another thing to be in here with you while you do it.”

“Now, you know how I feel every time I go with you to a race,” You responded, moving your hand up to twirl some of his curls between your fingers. You moved some of his hair away from his forehead as you gently placed a kiss to the crown of his head before leaning your head against his. “It’s your natural habitat, and I love seeing you in the zone before a race. It’s cute.”

“Is there a reason this is moving faster now?” He asked, pointing at the live chat. You completely forgot that you were still live, entirely wrapped up in your own little world with just you and Kimi. Your wide eyes gave you away, honestly. Kimi looked up at you and began laughing at your expression before moving to sit up, just settling for holding your hand. “I assume that’s something to do with the stream?”

“Yeah, that’s chat,” you explained after getting over the initial shock of forgetting you were live. “It’s in real-time. Well, like a 20-second delay, but it’s about as close to real-time as I can get it.” You pointed out a few more small features of the steam before directing your attention back to the camera. “Anyway, now that we’ve gotten past the brief delay, I can tell you what we’re doing! If you can read, you can read the title of this stream, and if you can’t read, no problem! We are painting portraits of each other while answering your questions!”

“You did not tell me we were painting,” Kimi groaned. “I’m not creative enough for that.”

“Oh, trust me,” you laughed in response, “we’re finger painting, so they’ll both look bad!”

“Oh, great,” he chuckled as he jokingly rolled his eyes before helping you set up the tarp, paints, and canvases. He laid them out so that everything was facing each other as you adjusted the camera, so you would both be in the frame and you would see the questions easily. “Does this meet your standards?”

“You say that like I am some perfectionist,” you mumbled as you took your seat in front of Kimi. You both started your portraits of each other, so you would have a base before moving into the questions. “Okay, first question, ‘why do you stay with me?’ Ouch.”

“Your fans suck,” he laughed. “You’re everything to me, that’s why.”

“Ah, you’re a sap, ti amo (I love you),” you giggled as you looked for another question. “Oh, this one’s fun, ‘how did you meet?’ Well, I moved to Italy when I was really young and we met at boarding school.”

“No, you are forgetting a key detail, amore (love),” Kimi chastised as he shook his red-colored finger at you with a smile. “You ran into me on your way to class and spilled your coffee all over both of us!”

“Hey! You said you would never mention that!” You gasped as your gaze snapped up to meet his. In mock offense, you took a little bit of the paint that was in your palm and planted it on his cheek, laughing at his shocked expression.

“You’re going to regret that,” he jokingly threatened.

“Oh, will I?” You teased back, almost challenging him. You did not think he would do much. Maybe put paint on your face in a similar manner, but you did not expect him to literally throw a glob of paint straight at your face. Your jaw dropped as you wiped away some of the paint, unsure whether to laugh or be upset, but the smile on his face made you laugh along with him. “Oh, so that’s how this is?”

“You started it, let’s not forget that,” Kimi tried to defend as he put his hands up in mock defense. “I was just making it even.”

“So if I tried to kiss you now, what would you do?” You asked, leaning over your canvas to get closer to him. Kimi seemed confused at first but still moved forward to meet you halfway. When he was close enough, you smeared the leftover paint that you had wiped off your face across his. “There. Now we’re even.”

“I am gonna get you back for this,” Kimi chuckled lowly, “Just wait for it.”

“Anyway, moving on,” you pressed, switching topics as you looked back at the chat before going back to the portrait of Kimi, “Are we always this chaotic?”

“Yes, next question,” Kimi responded immediately, not even looking up from his canvas.

“Thought so,” you said to yourself as you looked through the messages, trying to find a good question. “Ooo, ‘are you both going to be at preseason testing?’ Obviously, he is, but I don’t think I have the attention span to sit around a race track for four hours a day.”

“Hey! You promised you would go with me this year!” Kimi whined. “You said you would drop everything to travel with me.”

“Four hours for three days straight in Bahrain does not sound that appealing to me,” you chucked as you shrugged your shoulders, still not meeting his eyes. “I’ll be there for the first race week, but I doubt I’ll be there for preseason testing.”

“I’ll buy you something,” Kimi offered. This piqued your interest as your head snapped up to meet his eyes as he laughed. “Merch, food, coffee, tea, games. You name it, and I’ll get it.”

“What if I want someone to hang out with?” You countered with a smirk.

“I will try my best. Who do you want?” Kimi asked, genuinely curious.

“Paul,” you laughed. “I need my Mamma Mia buddy!”

“Absolutely not!” Kimi shouted. “I am not subjecting myself to that torture again!”

“You would be in the car, Kimi!” You retorted as you pushed all of the art supplies to the side, so you could sit directly in front of Kimi and hold his hands. “You wouldn’t even have to hear our nonsense. We’d just be vibing.”

“How do I know you won’t talk Rene into putting you both on the radio?” Kimi asked genuinely as he gave you a pointed look, knowing that would be something you would do.

“You have my word,” you said, jokingly putting your hand up in a salute, “Scout’s honor!”

“It’s times like this that I really question why I’m with you,” Kimi admitted with a sigh as he whipped off his hands and pulled out his phone to text Paul.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” you joked leaning over to leave a small kiss on his paint-covered cheek. “If I don’t keep you on your toes, I am not doing my job right!”

You turned your attention to the camera to wrap up the video as Kimi stepped out of the room to call, who you assumed was, Paul. “Anyways, that’s all for this for now. Guaranteed, we’ll do this again. Maybe with less of a paintball match, but yeah. We’ll post the final products on my Instagram later. Follow that if you don’t already, and I will see most of you in the next stream! Bye!”

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[goldstargloww]

canary curse things. thinking about canary curse things

i'm hesitant to say the canary curse has been broken—what, no, of course it has been, jimmy died second instead of first, and the canary curse is all about dying first— okay hear me out i swear i make sense

my thought is that patterns can change. patterns aren't always static ones. just because something new happened this time around doesn't mean the pattern's been broken, it may have just changed its rules a bit.

joel had a pattern of having no true allies up until double or limited life, where it instead became a pattern of being isolated, for example

now, before we get into the canary curse specifically, let's talk about some other patterns

scott and martyn tend to drag themselves as well as their allies up the leaderboard. they both tend to outlive their allies. grian tends to kill his allies. ...i feel like i should put more here but that's all i can think of right now

now, the way i see it, is scott, martyn, and jimmy in particular all have some sort of weight to them. positive meaning they drag themselves and their allies up the leaderboard, negative meaning the opposite. scott and martyn have a positive weight, whereas jimmy has a negative one.

what i think's happened here is that martyn and jimmy's weights have tugged on each other, and as a result, martyn turned yellow and red first instead of much later on, and jimmy died second instead of first.

jimmy's pull is strong, i think, and so he tends to die first every time. just because he tends to die first every time doesn't make that a rule, though - it just makes it a pattern, one that's been broken. the pattern that hasn't been broken, though, is jimmy being one of the earliest to die, and jimmy dragging his allies down the leaderboard with him.

jimmy died first in 3rd life, and dragged scott down to 10th, and scott finally turned yellow right before jimmy died. jimmy died first in last life, and dragged mumbo down with him, and they were a similar color pretty much the whole time. jimmy died first in double life, and dragged tango down with him. jimmy died first in limited life, and joel died quickly after. jimmy died second in secret life, and dragged martyn's color down with him.

martyn, though, doesn't die yet, because of his positive weight. he's often tugged further up the leaderboard, and so while jimmy may drag his color down and martyn ends up first yellow and red, martyn still manages to stay afloat.

martyn is stubborn is the thing, lmao. he stays alive out of spite and just because he wants to, and so he does, and he makes sure he does. now that the stakes are higher and one wrong move could mean losing everything, he's being a lot more careful than he was earlier on.

and let me just reiterate for a second - he's stubborn. once he's got an idea, he's locked onto that idea until he gets it done or literally can't anymore. martyn will drive himself up the wall before he gives up on something and even then he'll need convincing or more likely a distraction. he didn't give up on ren in third life til he died and couldn't do anything anymore. he didn't give up on trying to kill scott in last life til he died and couldn't do anything anymore. he didn't give up on getting a diamond chestplate in secret life until he got it despite how much it cost him in the end. outside the life series, even, i'm rewatching rats right now- martyn will try to climb a wall over and over and over until he gets it or something gets in the way. he'll be texturing a model and complain to chat about how painful it is and still decide to spend the next hour and a half getting the damn thing done even though he should've logged off for bedtime 2 hours ago. (yes martyn i am calling you out, enjoy)

and so martyn doesn't die! he's yellow first, he's red first, and all other red names die, but martyn doesn't. because yeah, maybe he's impulsive, but he's in this for himself and himself alone and there's no way in hell he's dealing with a wither and a warden that's just killed three people. (he did try and steal the kill though. martyn do you remember what happened last time you tried to steal the kill, you fell into the void and died)

jimmy isn't as stubborn. jimmy's a lot more forgiving, a lot more lenient, and as much as he's being more aggressive this season, he's reckless about it and impulsive and his reputation isn't helping him here.

jimmy lets things happen to him. as upset as he might act about it, he never actually does anything about it, and it gets him killed. he's afraid to break the rules, he's afraid to make people uncomfortable or upset or hurt, he starts genuinely tearing up at the thought of pulling a bait and switch on skizz, and that's the kind of thing martyn does on a daily basis lmao

jimmy is forgiving and passive, martyn and scott don't forget so easily and aren't afraid to make people upset, grian's somewhere in between.

[sassykio4fun]

Competition(Pt. 2)

Cocky!StreetRacer Tom Kaulitzx StreetRacer!FemReader

You sped down the road, street lamps reflecting off the concrete, wind wafting through your hair. Your red polished nails tapping against the leather wheel of your car to the beat of the music. Mind set on the competition on the way there.

Narrowing your eyes as the familiar view of the track, you set back your gas. Approaching the entrance, you're met with crowds of people spread out.

Groups of chatting girls by the bleachers. Onlookers are already seated, ready for the race. Racers showing off their cars to one another.

Sighing as you put your car in park, your eyes scanned over everyone, searching for the one in charge of the competition. You exited your car as you spotted him. "Georg!" You shouted, boot covered feet leading you towards him.

His head shot over to you, shouting your name back as he made his way over, meeting you halfway.

"You made it!" He smiled in relief, black clad arms pulling you in a side hug. "I almost thought you wouldn't make it."

Patting his back, you pulled away. "You thought wrong, there is no way I am letting that boy think he got the best of me." You let out a scoff, eyes scanning the crowd for said boy.

Georg chortled, "That's the spirit! Now keep that energy because he has only gotten cockier since your last race and you missing last week did not help it." He responded, an amused smile on his face.

The familiar voice of your friend cut in, "We'll see how cocky he is when my best friend finally beats his ass out there." You and Georg turn the approaching figure of Bill.

The tall male squeezes his slender arms around you, rocking you from side to side. "I missed you so much, I couldn't hear the end of it from Tom when you weren't here last race." You hear through his muffled voice against your head.

Georg nodded, "As I said, he's only gotten cockier, alright I need to get everyone seated. Good luck!" He called as he departed from you and Bill, making his way towards Gustav, needing help with the swarms of people.

You waved as you pulled away from Bill's tight embrace. "Bill, I've only been gone for a week." You let out a laugh, looking up at his excited expression.

His slender hands move up to grasp your shoulders. "I know, I just don't want you to give up so fast like all of the others, and I like having you around." He pushed his lips out, eyebrows furrowing in worry.

"I'm not going to give up just because of a couple losses, when have I ever given up?" You question. "And even if I didn't choose to race, I'd still be your friend Bill." You reassured him, shaking his arms.

A slow smile made its way on his face. "Good, because I wouldn't let you go anyways." He giggled the same time a loud roaring of a car could be heard near the entrance.

A sleek black car could be seen pulling into the entrance. Multiple seated eyes following the car at its entrance. The car belongs to no one other than the unbeatable Tom Kaulitz.

He put his car in park next to the Yellow ferrari. Chocolate colored eyes scanning for its driver as he stepped out. Spotting you from a distance in front of his brother, his tall figure weaved his way over.

Your eyes met his smug ones from a distance as he stopped just behind his brother.

Bill, wondering why you stopped mid sentence, turned, looking over his shoulder to spot his brother.

"Tom! You're a little late, aren't you? Bill asked his brother, "Everyones already getting seated." He pointed out, wide eyes moving to Georg and Gustav who were directing crowds to the bleachers.

The shorter twin only shrugged, shooting a glance to the shrinking crowd. "You're back, I thought you would have given up by now." Tom commented, eyes moving from the crowd to eye you.

"I bet you would love that, it would only mean you had competition off your back. I've got your nerves worked up huh?" You retorted, brushing your hair behind your shoulder.

Shaking his head, he snorted. "I don't have a thing to worry about, and the last races show that." He arrogantly stated.

Interjecting, Bill gave his twin a pointed look. "I wouldn't say you have nothing to worry about Tom, she was pretty close to you in said 'last races.'

"Close, but not close enough to beat me after what, three races together now?" He sarcastically questioned, pointed thumb and index finger coming up under his chin, head tilting towards the night sky.

"So what if you beat me three times before, this race just might cancel those three out, and you won't be seen as unbeatable then." You raised your eyebrows at him as he looked back down.

"That or it will mark your fourth loss." He snorted, taking in your annoyed features.

"We'll see, Kaulitz." You scoffed, brushing shoulders with him, trudging towards your bright car as you heard Georg calling all racers to the tracks.

"Yeah, we'll see about that." He spoke smugly, eyes moving down your figure as he followed right behind you.

Your warm hands squeezed the leather wheel as you watched Georg step back from Tom's window, making his way towards your own.

Reaching you, he set his arms on your window seal. "You got this! Think about Tom when you're out there, it might help you." He smirked, patting the hood of your car as he backed up, moving down the line of the other racers, in and out.

Hearing a honk to your right, you rolled your eyes, facing Tom's usual simper. "Yes?" You sighed out, lowering your passenger window.

"You hear that?" He shouted over the chaos, gloved hand moving up to his pierced ear.

Hearing the calls of his fangirls all the way from the bleachers cheering for him, you rolled your eyes. "You hear that?" You repeated his question, eyes widening dramatically, as you heard distant calls of your name.

Looking down the bleachers, you see a group of girls shouting your name, jumping up as they wildly waved at you.

"They're only going to get louder." You winked, returning their wave.

Raising an eyebrow, he looked at your group of girls. "Soon enough they'll be screaming for me." He laughed out loud.

"Doubt that." You responded, shaking your head as Georg made his way towards a strawberry blonde girl with flags in each hand.

Sitting up straight, you both glanced at each other through your opened windows. "Ready for round four?" He shouted over the crowd and rumbling cars.

"Ready than ever! Are you ready!?" You shouted back, emphasizing 'you'.

"I was born ready! I think I should be the one asking you that." He teased, mouthing curving into a smile.

Shaking your head, your lips twitched as the flag girl strutted her way to the checkered line, standing between the cars belonging to you and Tom.

Back straightening, you shot a quick 'Good luck' as you faced the tall woman through your windshield.

He nodded his head, "You too." He responded, head turning in front of him, rolling his shoulders back.

"Are you guys ready for the best race of your lives!?" The strawberry blonde could be heard hyping up the crowd.

"You're not loud enough!" The crowd's yelps and screeches could be heard as they leaped up. "Louder!"

The pigtailed girl smirked as she faced the cars behind the starting line. "Are all of my racers ready!?" Engines roared with the crowd's screams.

"Let's get this show on the road." She took a stand between the Ferrari and Porsche.

"Ready?"

You leaned back in your seat, taking a deep breath as you closed your fist against the cool black leather.

"Set!" Her arms raise with the flags.

Leather clad feet simultaneously pressing the gas and brake, your eyes locked on the flags.

"Go!"

Your foot slammed on the gas, shooting back in the leather seat at the action as your hair flew around your face.

Gray smoke filled the air, left in the wake of the race cars. The screams of the crowd only got louder as the cars advanced down the dark road.

Just in front of you was an inky black car, blending in with the dark road. Pressing on the gas, you neared the car.

Taking a sharp right just as Tom did, you cut in front of him.

Peering in your rearview mirror after a second, you see him coming up on your left. The sleek car closed in on you, directing you towards the gray barrier of the street.

Stepping on your gas, you attempted to slide past him, only for him to do the same, forcing you to slow down in order to avoid slamming into the barrier.

You groaned as he was ahead of you once again. Yanking your wheel to the left, you gained speed, catching up to him.

Both cars glided down the road beside one another, cutting corners left and right. The drivers becoming more frustrated when one would override the other.

From a distance you can see the finish line from afar, you narrowed your eyes as you glanced at Tom who wasn't far behind you. Puffing your cheeks, you stepped on the gas, eyes locked on the line.

Heart beating against your ribcage, you accelorated your yellow car, just feet away from the finish line. Tom's car flying past the line just behind you.

Your car slowed as you let out a shout of joy, clammy hands sliding down your wheel. Leaning back against your seat, you brought your palm to your chest, feeling your heart pulsating under your fingertips.

"Woah." You blurted out just as your door was ripped open. Cold arms indulge you as they yanked you from your car.

"I knew you could do it! I'm so proud of you!" Bill shouted gleefully, bouncing on his heels.

You hugged him tighter. "Thanks Bill." You giggled against him.

Hearing shouts closing in on you, you turned to people rushing your way.

"I have been rooting for you since your first race!"

"I can't believe you beat the Tom Kaulitz."

"You finally won!"

You hear throughout the crowd. Smiling, you thank them, pulling away from Bill.

"Excuse me." You see Georg push through the crowd surrounding you. "Congratulations, this is big, for everyone." He smiled, arms spread wide.

"I know, Mr. Unbeatable isn't so unbeatable now, is he?" You laughed out.

"Not anymore it seems." Georg patted your shoulder, handing you the winner's promised cash in an envelope.

"Thanks." You smiled, shoving the envelope in your leather pocket.

"No problem, you did real good out there." He praised you. "I want her at more of my races." He nodded at Bill as he made his way to Gustav who shot you a thumbs up, shouting, "Great job!"

Returning his thumbs up you searched through the crowd of people, looking for a certain boy. "Looking for Tom?" Bill questioned, giving you a knowing look.

"What's with the look, I wanna rub my victory in his face, like he did all those times." You voiced, giving Bill a pointed look.

"Right, well he's over there." His hands move to your arms, turning you Tom's way whose focus was already on you.

The lean boy was propped up against his car, cigarette between his lips. Clearing your throat, you decided to approach the dark dressed boy.

He dropped his cigarette to the gravel, putting it out with the bottom of his shoe as you stopped in front of him.

"What was it about you saying you had nothing to worry about?" You teased, arching an eyebrow.

"Luck must have been on your side today." He responded, shrugging his shoulders.

A bothered expression overcame your face. "You think this was lu-"

He interrupted you before you could finish your question. "Joking, I'm only joking." His hands up in the air as he let out an amused chuckle, taking in your flushed face.

"How funny you are." You responded, unamused as usual.

"Really though, congratulations, it's nice having a bit of change around here." He mumbled, shoving his hands in his baggy pants.

"Even if it means me beating you and taking your cash?" You teasingly questioned, stepping closer to him.

"Competition isn't too bad." He shrugged, head lowering, face close to yours. "And don't get too ahead of yourself now, this was just once." He lifted his index finger.

Grabbing his hand you shoved it down. "Well I'll just have to make it a second time then, huh?" You retorted, a smirk taking over your face.

"Yeah, let's make it a second time." He answered, eyes scanning your face as he tugged you close by his clenched hand.

You gulped, catching his eyes wandering. "Can't wait." You mumbled, parting as you heard Bill's voice.

Taking a step back, you listened as Bill went on about your win to Tom. "I told you she would beat you, whether it be sooner or later!"

Bill threw an arm on each of your shoulders as he dragged you two back towards the crowd. You and Tom share an amused smile over Bill's shoulder.

Hey! Hope you enjoyed this!🎀

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[johnnyraine]

Next to Me - Ch. 3

Ch. 1, Ch. 2, Ch. 4

Words: 977

25th of December, 2022

~~~~~

You feel Niragi’s back against yours, his shoulder blades dig into you, but you don’t care, your blood is pumping.

You two are "unfortunately" surrounded. Students from another school had decided to challenge the two "beasts." You forget who started the fight, but you know who's gonna end it.

Niragi seems to be just as excited.

"HAH- Ah!"

"Niragi?"

Hearing him cut off, you look for a second and he’s already back in the fight. You turn back to your opponent and are met with his fist.

~~~

"-as the others," A deep voice says.

"You said he fought the tagger." Another voice points out.

Whatever they are talking about is put on pause as they notice you waking up.

"You're up earlier than we thought."

Blinking away the blurriness, you are greeted by… a guy in beach shorts. He has a colorful robe and sunglasses as well. Overall, a strange thing to wake up to.

Not far off, you recognize Buzz-Cut from the game.

"Where am I?"

That seems to make the Beach Goer happy. Arms stretched out, he steps back as if to give a speech.

"Welcome to The Beach," He says grinning.

You stare at him, bewildered.

He continues, "I am Hatter and the one who brought you here is Aguni."

You look at Buz- Aguni. You now have a name for your reven-

'No, no. That'd be stupid,' You think to yourself.

"I'll keep this short since I'd like to go to sleep."

Hatter takes a breath, "In The Beach, you are free to do whatever you want, drink, do drugs, have sex, go ahead. But there are three rules. Rule one: You must wear a swimsuit, you can't hide any weapons. Rule two: All cards you collect belong to The Beach for our goal."

He stops and you assume, gives you a look. But you don't ask.

Sighing, "Speaking of cards, we searched you but couldn't find them. Where are you hiding yours?"

You say the worst possible thing.

"I don't have any."

He loses his smile.

"It's true, I didn’t see a reason to keep them. I have better things to carry than cards."

You sit in silence for an uncomfortable amount of time.

Hatter looks at Aguni, "He's not joining."

Aguni looks the same, but you feel like he's disappointed for some reason.

Focusing back on you, Hatter says, "We collect those cards, so we can go home. That is The Beach's mission."

"From now on, you'll bring those cards back here."

He tries to leave, likely too tired to deal with you right now.

"What's the third rule?" You ask.

He looks over his shoulder, "Death to all traitors." And he leaves.

~~~

The following days are filled with you learning more about your new "home," and playing games.

You find out it's not just your room, but all rooms that have no lock. You also find out that you have purposely been given a shitty room. Apparently, the more cards you contribute, the better room you get.

The Beach has working electricity and water. You nearly cry. This place has food as well.

When Hatter said you can do whatever, he truly meant it.

You've seen people smoking, snorting, drowning in alcohol, and loudly "bumping" in some of the halls. You spent most of your time away from such people.

One finding that is interesting is the Executives. The Beach apparently has a council of sorts, you don't know all who sit on it, but you can guess Hatter and Aguni. One council member did approach you, however.

Chishiya.

You two met in passing during the Tagger game, but you barely remember him.

You two talk for a while, he seems fine, if not a little, "I'm smarter than you and we both know it." But, you also get the feeling that he wants something. So, you've been avoiding him since.

Today is one such day. Outside, everyone is loud and partying. You believe he doesn’t come to these parties, but it's not like you can confirm. You don't come to them either.

You pass the time mostly by yourself or chatting with the more insistent drunks.

The music stops and you turn to see the reason why. Aguni and his militia are crashing the party.

“Alright." You start turning to leave.

…But you stop, your mind catching up to what you saw. Your head snaps to the guy in the leopard shirt. He has a cocky walk. With the gun resting against his shoulder, you can see why.

‘That’s a challenge.' Your heart races. 

And finally, the piercings. One in his eyebrow, the other on his nose.

You think you know them, but you need a better look.

The group stops before three people, two of which you vaguely recognize before you look back at your target, missing most of what’s said.

With a clear enough look, you can tell, even after all these years, you can tell.

Shocked, you utter,  “Nira-”

Before you finish though, you hear a part of their conversation that makes you refocus.

“Bring that woman over,” Aguni says and you see him, your old friend, move to grab the woman you recognize.

“Hey!” The man you recognize stands to stop them as the woman next to him tries to stop him in turn. 

Yet, he still stood. Your old friend stops, now looking at the woman you recognize.

“Our boss says he wants to have a taste of you,” He says before grabbing her. “Come.”

That’s enough for you, though admittedly you were already seeing red, and, with the resolve of an idiot, you yell out.

“NIRAGI!”

And you charge at him. Ignoring how everyone turns to look at you, how he looks at you, not even hearing him say your name.

You punch Niragi in the face, knocking him to the ground.

← Chapter 2 - Chapter 4 →

[darkrpfinders]

Hiya! Sluggy here, I'm nonbinary, I'm about to be 23yo soon in a couple of months, I'm usually novella lit but at least ya getting long reply I can guarantee that, but I'm not about grammar because it would just stress me out and burn me out of I have to be more grammatically correct but I don't think it's too bad, but if you prefer grammar on point I would suggest probably ignoring this sorry.

Before I get to the meat of this ad, rules!

1 please be patient with me, I'm a very busy person so replies are slow but they're worth it, however if you want to chat about our characters, or the plot, or send memes def down for that, I am looking for a long term RP partner.

2. 3rd person only please!

3. Please give me something to work off of, not short replies that's only for my best friend to do lol

4. Be 18+ at least.

5. No ai!

And the warnings

I do enjoy NSFW in my roleplays, and I enjoy dark themes so please if you want to rp with me tell me your triggers so we can avoid them!

So two plots ideas I have! My muse, Sebastian, is a Mafia leader, he's dominant at times but a total flirt with a carefree attitude you almost forget he's ruthless.

Plot one.

(YM = your muse)

YM is the boss' personal physician, ym takes care of the carefree boss even if it pisses off your muse. Ripping stitches because he refuses to rest, not staying in bed when he's sick as a dog, and refusing to listen to doctor's orders? He's not an easy patient.

Probably why he went through several doctors, they all probably left because Sebastian was more trouble for what he's worth, which as much of a headache he is (like a head splitting migraine) he pays more than he probably should, 160.89k a day even when YM ain't even working, a place to stay, and anything ym could even think about needing were given to them, honestly it would be stupid to leave the infuriating man when the pay and benefits were too good.

YM was called up to the office, no surprise though news of the shoot out and a deal gone bad by police thinking they had the one up on the crazy man, ym was bound to be called up. Opening the door of rich mahogany ym step into the dark office hearing the young miss, Alice, screaming at her brother, “you idiot! An absolute idiot, what possessed you to see these people if you knew they were just undercover pigs!? You could have died!” She screamed, another common thing about working for Sebastian is he pissed everyone off for no true reason, even those who deeply care for the frustratingly complex man can't help but want to punch him, “Why didn't you just send the men to take care of it, tell Sebby, what excuse do you have for me now.” YM came closer to the couch the two were at, Sebastian has a few minor scratches and one gunshot wound that barley missed vital organs, he's shirtless so made it easy to get to work, ym smiled upon seeing his favorite doctor and moved a little closer to ym who sat on a footstool to start cleaning, fishing out what bullet was in there, and sewing up.

Sebastian pain tolerance was through the roof, and ym guess it makes sense since he's always getting hurt to the point it seems on purpose.

Feeling the deep chuckle from the man as the cuts were being cleaned, his deep rich voice carried out in the office always having the effect of drawing everyone around him closer, “My dear little sister, I can't just entrust every one of our men to take care of delicate matters such as this was, if they failed to get rid of them, I do have to get my hands dirty every once in awhile.” Was the same excuse, his perfectionism was almost an art form at this point, very meticulous and ruthless but ym never seen outside of the neat office and bedroom. Everything had it's place from books in their shelves all neatly organized by height and color, to the very pens he had on the dark oak desk off to the side.

Even his own bed, made by himself, was so neat and perfect it was almost unbelievable how careless he acts.

Alice huffs, annoyed even more. She turned away from him, curls twirl with her as the ten year old has just given up with this man, “ym, please, make it hurt as you fix him.” She said so sweetly to ym, always nice and was easily the better patient than her older brother, and even when she's sick it was a rare time Sebastian attitude shifted in ym presence, to a big worry wort. Sebastian snorts, “you don't mean it.”

Alice sticked out her tongue before leaving the room and ym alone with Sebastian who looks at them with that same stupid grin, “should I suspect you to tell me I'm an idiot too, or have you given up on me?” His voice was full of humor.

Plot two (inspired by the song I'm yours by Isabel LaRosa)

YM and Sebastian were thick as thieves as children, normally you couldn't find one without the other being close by, and the many times they played tricks with the staff to steal a sweet to share was countless!

One night years ago in the garden in Sebastian's backyard, watching the stars and Sebastian telling you each one of them and what constellation they belong to, that to this day ym can still point them out, a shooting star appears and Sebastian told ym to make a wish quick, they both made a wish before it left the sky. Sebastian turned his head towards ym with a smiled at ym that seemed to shine brighter than the sun, missing a tooth and all, “so, what cha wished for?” He asked, curious but ym waved him off saying “it won't come true if I told you” which earned a whine and a pout from the boy but he let it go and went back to pointing more stars.

But all good things ends, the next summer ym father brought the family in to inform the fallout with the Allen family and forbid them to ever talk to anyone of that family, the father especially talked to ym knowing that friendship would cause problems if not nipped in the butt now.

That night Sebastian snuck in ym room, he had tears in his eyes but he quickly dried them up once ym entered the room, rush to embrace ym that ym didn't hug back, Sebastian didn't care and once he pulled back he looked at ym with pleading eyes “we can keep it a secret right? I don't care that those stupid adults say, we made a promise to stay together no matter what!” He was looking for something to hold on to by ym gave him nothing but dread, “we were six, and it was just a dumb pinkie promise… you should leave.” Ym heart aches but had to follow their father's rules, Sebastian's world crashed around him, he shook his fluffy mess of white hair, “you're just saying that but I know you don't believe it, you're not even looking at me… please ym, don't do this, please.” The tears started up again as ym’s will was slowing slipping, but my had to their foot down as much as their heart aches, “I do mean it, I…” ym looked Sebastian in the eye, their fist clenched, “I was only friends with you because of our fathers, I never would have been friends with someone like you outside of that.” Ym lied through their teeth, it cut Sebastian as deep, but he got the message and slowly he backed off.

YM want nothing more than to rush and apologize but they froze watching him leave, as he turned to walk to the window, shoulders still shaking holding in the sobs he turned his head to look at ym with that same smile just sadder, “I'm sorry for wasting your time then…” and that night he left, and never seen again as much as ym yearned for it.

By teenhood the both of our muses hated each other, it was a hate that grew by the rumors and lies the fathers made no friendship could be salvaged, and once adulthood came around and both took over their family business, Sebastian losing everything but his baby sister, the two of them were enemies that hated each other more and more they did things to spite the other.

One night, a knock was heard at ym door, and only my was there so they got up to answer the door to the tall looming figure standing out in the, red eyes glaring daggers at ym. Trying to shut the door Sebastian grabbed it, almost broke it as he forced himself in, “I don't care what you send my way, but my sister!? That's to fucking far, what the hell is wrong with you!” He yelled, pointing his finger in ym chest, “this shit with us, not her. Don't do that again or I swear you won't have time to regret it once I'm done with you, got it?”

But thing is, as much as ym thought about doing that they couldn't take the last bit of family from Sebastian as easy as it could be, so they were very confused about why their number one enemy was doing here and threatening them.

This one is a childhood friend turned enemies turned friends then lovers

I rp mostly on discord, it's junespriince, please connect me there!

junespriince

[rp-partnerfinder]

Hiya! Sluggy here, I'm nonbinary, I'm about to be 23yo soon in a couple of months, I'm usually novella lit but at least ya getting long reply I can guarantee that, but I'm not about grammar because it would just stress me out and burn me out of I have to be more grammatically correct but I don't think it's too bad, but if you prefer grammar on point I would suggest probably ignoring this sorry.

Before I get to the meat of this ad, rules!

1 please be patient with me, I'm a very busy person so replies are slow but they're worth it, however if you want to chat about our characters, or the plot, or send memes def down for that, I am looking for a long term RP partner.

2. 3rd person only please!

3. Please give me something to work off of, not short replies that's only for my best friend to do lol

4. Be 18+ at least.

5. No ai!

And the warnings

I do enjoy NSFW in my roleplays, and I enjoy dark themes so please if you want to rp with me tell me your triggers so we can avoid them!

So two plots ideas I have! My muse, Sebastian, is a Mafia leader, he's dominant at times but a total flirt with a carefree attitude you almost forget he's ruthless.

Plot one.

(YM = your muse)

YM is the boss' personal physician, ym takes care of the carefree boss even if it pisses off your muse. Ripping stitches because he refuses to rest, not staying in bed when he's sick as a dog, and refusing to listen to doctor's orders? He's not an easy patient.

Probably why he went through several doctors, they all probably left because Sebastian was more trouble for what he's worth, which as much of a headache he is (like a head splitting migraine) he pays more than he probably should, 160.89k a day even when YM ain't even working, a place to stay, and anything ym could even think about needing were given to them, honestly it would be stupid to leave the infuriating man when the pay and benefits were too good.

YM was called up to the office, no surprise though news of the shoot out and a deal gone bad by police thinking they had the one up on the crazy man, ym was bound to be called up. Opening the door of rich mahogany ym step into the dark office hearing the young miss, Alice, screaming at her brother, “you idiot! An absolute idiot, what possessed you to see these people if you knew they were just undercover pigs!? You could have died!” She screamed, another common thing about working for Sebastian is he pissed everyone off for no true reason, even those who deeply care for the frustratingly complex man can't help but want to punch him, “Why didn't you just send the men to take care of it, tell Sebby, what excuse do you have for me now.” YM came closer to the couch the two were at, Sebastian has a few minor scratches and one gunshot wound that barley missed vital organs, he's shirtless so made it easy to get to work, ym smiled upon seeing his favorite doctor and moved a little closer to ym who sat on a footstool to start cleaning, fishing out what bullet was in there, and sewing up.

Sebastian pain tolerance was through the roof, and ym guess it makes sense since he's always getting hurt to the point it seems on purpose.

Feeling the deep chuckle from the man as the cuts were being cleaned, his deep rich voice carried out in the office always having the effect of drawing everyone around him closer, “My dear little sister, I can't just entrust every one of our men to take care of delicate matters such as this was, if they failed to get rid of them, I do have to get my hands dirty every once in awhile.” Was the same excuse, his perfectionism was almost an art form at this point, very meticulous and ruthless but ym never seen outside of the neat office and bedroom. Everything had it's place from books in their shelves all neatly organized by height and color, to the very pens he had on the dark oak desk off to the side.

Even his own bed, made by himself, was so neat and perfect it was almost unbelievable how careless he acts.

Alice huffs, annoyed even more. She turned away from him, curls twirl with her as the ten year old has just given up with this man, “ym, please, make it hurt as you fix him.” She said so sweetly to ym, always nice and was easily the better patient than her older brother, and even when she's sick it was a rare time Sebastian attitude shifted in ym presence, to a big worry wort. Sebastian snorts, “you don't mean it.”

Alice sticked out her tongue before leaving the room and ym alone with Sebastian who looks at them with that same stupid grin, “should I suspect you to tell me I'm an idiot too, or have you given up on me?” His voice was full of humor.

Plot two (inspired by the song I'm yours by Isabel LaRosa)

YM and Sebastian were thick as thieves as children, normally you couldn't find one without the other being close by, and the many times they played tricks with the staff to steal a sweet to share was countless!

One night years ago in the garden in Sebastian's backyard, watching the stars and Sebastian telling you each one of them and what constellation they belong to, that to this day ym can still point them out, a shooting star appears and Sebastian told ym to make a wish quick, they both made a wish before it left the sky. Sebastian turned his head towards ym with a smiled at ym that seemed to shine brighter than the sun, missing a tooth and all, “so, what cha wished for?” He asked, curious but ym waved him off saying “it won't come true if I told you” which earned a whine and a pout from the boy but he let it go and went back to pointing more stars.

But all good things ends, the next summer ym father brought the family in to inform the fallout with the Allen family and forbid them to ever talk to anyone of that family, the father especially talked to ym knowing that friendship would cause problems if not nipped in the butt now.

That night Sebastian snuck in ym room, he had tears in his eyes but he quickly dried them up once ym entered the room, rush to embrace ym that ym didn't hug back, Sebastian didn't care and once he pulled back he looked at ym with pleading eyes “we can keep it a secret right? I don't care that those stupid adults say, we made a promise to stay together no matter what!” He was looking for something to hold on to by ym gave him nothing but dread, “we were six, and it was just a dumb pinkie promise… you should leave.” Ym heart aches but had to follow their father's rules, Sebastian's world crashed around him, he shook his fluffy mess of white hair, “you're just saying that but I know you don't believe it, you're not even looking at me… please ym, don't do this, please.” The tears started up again as ym’s will was slowing slipping, but my had to their foot down as much as their heart aches, “I do mean it, I…” ym looked Sebastian in the eye, their fist clenched, “I was only friends with you because of our fathers, I never would have been friends with someone like you outside of that.” Ym lied through their teeth, it cut Sebastian as deep, but he got the message and slowly he backed off.

YM want nothing more than to rush and apologize but they froze watching him leave, as he turned to walk to the window, shoulders still shaking holding in the sobs he turned his head to look at ym with that same smile just sadder, “I'm sorry for wasting your time then…” and that night he left, and never seen again as much as ym yearned for it.

By teenhood the both of our muses hated each other, it was a hate that grew by the rumors and lies the fathers made no friendship could be salvaged, and once adulthood came around and both took over their family business, Sebastian losing everything but his baby sister, the two of them were enemies that hated each other more and more they did things to spite the other.

One night, a knock was heard at ym door, and only my was there so they got up to answer the door to the tall looming figure standing out in the, red eyes glaring daggers at ym. Trying to shut the door Sebastian grabbed it, almost broke it as he forced himself in, “I don't care what you send my way, but my sister!? That's to fucking far, what the hell is wrong with you!” He yelled, pointing his finger in ym chest, “this shit with us, not her. Don't do that again or I swear you won't have time to regret it once I'm done with you, got it?”

But thing is, as much as ym thought about doing that they couldn't take the last bit of family from Sebastian as easy as it could be, so they were very confused about why their number one enemy was doing here and threatening them.

This one is a childhood friend turned enemies turned friends then lovers

I rp mostly on discord, it's junespriince, please connect me there!

.

[novella-writers]

Hiya! Sluggy here, I'm nonbinary, I'm about to be 23yo soon in a couple of months, I'm usually novella lit but at least ya getting long reply I can guarantee that, but I'm not about grammar because it would just stress me out and burn me out of I have to be more grammatically correct but I don't think it's too bad, but if you prefer grammar on point I would suggest probably ignoring this sorry.

Before I get to the meat of this ad, rules!

1 please be patient with me, I'm a very busy person so replies are slow but they're worth it, however if you want to chat about our characters, or the plot, or send memes def down for that, I am looking for a long term RP partner.

2. 3rd person only please!

3. Please give me something to work off of, not short replies that's only for my best friend to do lol

4. Be 18+ at least.

5. No ai!

And the warnings

I do enjoy NSFW in my roleplays, and I enjoy dark themes so please if you want to rp with me tell me your triggers so we can avoid them!

So two plots ideas I have! My muse, Sebastian, is a Mafia leader, he's dominant at times but a total flirt with a carefree attitude you almost forget he's ruthless.

Plot one.

(YM = your muse)

YM is the boss' personal physician, ym takes care of the carefree boss even if it pisses off your muse. Ripping stitches because he refuses to rest, not staying in bed when he's sick as a dog, and refusing to listen to doctor's orders? He's not an easy patient.

Probably why he went through several doctors, they all probably left because Sebastian was more trouble for what he's worth, which as much of a headache he is (like a head splitting migraine) he pays more than he probably should, 160.89k a day even when YM ain't even working, a place to stay, and anything ym could even think about needing were given to them, honestly it would be stupid to leave the infuriating man when the pay and benefits were too good.

YM was called up to the office, no surprise though news of the shoot out and a deal gone bad by police thinking they had the one up on the crazy man, ym was bound to be called up. Opening the door of rich mahogany ym step into the dark office hearing the young miss, Alice, screaming at her brother, “you idiot! An absolute idiot, what possessed you to see these people if you knew they were just undercover pigs!? You could have died!” She screamed, another common thing about working for Sebastian is he pissed everyone off for no true reason, even those who deeply care for the frustratingly complex man can't help but want to punch him, “Why didn't you just send the men to take care of it, tell Sebby, what excuse do you have for me now.” YM came closer to the couch the two were at, Sebastian has a few minor scratches and one gunshot wound that barley missed vital organs, he's shirtless so made it easy to get to work, ym smiled upon seeing his favorite doctor and moved a little closer to ym who sat on a footstool to start cleaning, fishing out what bullet was in there, and sewing up.

Sebastian pain tolerance was through the roof, and ym guess it makes sense since he's always getting hurt to the point it seems on purpose.

Feeling the deep chuckle from the man as the cuts were being cleaned, his deep rich voice carried out in the office always having the effect of drawing everyone around him closer, “My dear little sister, I can't just entrust every one of our men to take care of delicate matters such as this was, if they failed to get rid of them, I do have to get my hands dirty every once in awhile.” Was the same excuse, his perfectionism was almost an art form at this point, very meticulous and ruthless but ym never seen outside of the neat office and bedroom. Everything had it's place from books in their shelves all neatly organized by height and color, to the very pens he had on the dark oak desk off to the side.

Even his own bed, made by himself, was so neat and perfect it was almost unbelievable how careless he acts.

Alice huffs, annoyed even more. She turned away from him, curls twirl with her as the ten year old has just given up with this man, “ym, please, make it hurt as you fix him.” She said so sweetly to ym, always nice and was easily the better patient than her older brother, and even when she's sick it was a rare time Sebastian attitude shifted in ym presence, to a big worry wort. Sebastian snorts, “you don't mean it.”

Alice sticked out her tongue before leaving the room and ym alone with Sebastian who looks at them with that same stupid grin, “should I suspect you to tell me I'm an idiot too, or have you given up on me?” His voice was full of humor.

Plot two (inspired by the song I'm yours by Isabel LaRosa)

YM and Sebastian were thick as thieves as children, normally you couldn't find one without the other being close by, and the many times they played tricks with the staff to steal a sweet to share was countless!

One night years ago in the garden in Sebastian's backyard, watching the stars and Sebastian telling you each one of them and what constellation they belong to, that to this day ym can still point them out, a shooting star appears and Sebastian told ym to make a wish quick, they both made a wish before it left the sky. Sebastian turned his head towards ym with a smiled at ym that seemed to shine brighter than the sun, missing a tooth and all, “so, what cha wished for?” He asked, curious but ym waved him off saying “it won't come true if I told you” which earned a whine and a pout from the boy but he let it go and went back to pointing more stars.

But all good things ends, the next summer ym father brought the family in to inform the fallout with the Allen family and forbid them to ever talk to anyone of that family, the father especially talked to ym knowing that friendship would cause problems if not nipped in the butt now.

That night Sebastian snuck in ym room, he had tears in his eyes but he quickly dried them up once ym entered the room, rush to embrace ym that ym didn't hug back, Sebastian didn't care and once he pulled back he looked at ym with pleading eyes “we can keep it a secret right? I don't care that those stupid adults say, we made a promise to stay together no matter what!” He was looking for something to hold on to by ym gave him nothing but dread, “we were six, and it was just a dumb pinkie promise… you should leave.” Ym heart aches but had to follow their father's rules, Sebastian's world crashed around him, he shook his fluffy mess of white hair, “you're just saying that but I know you don't believe it, you're not even looking at me… please ym, don't do this, please.” The tears started up again as ym’s will was slowing slipping, but my had to their foot down as much as their heart aches, “I do mean it, I…” ym looked Sebastian in the eye, their fist clenched, “I was only friends with you because of our fathers, I never would have been friends with someone like you outside of that.” Ym lied through their teeth, it cut Sebastian as deep, but he got the message and slowly he backed off.

YM want nothing more than to rush and apologize but they froze watching him leave, as he turned to walk to the window, shoulders still shaking holding in the sobs he turned his head to look at ym with that same smile just sadder, “I'm sorry for wasting your time then…” and that night he left, and never seen again as much as ym yearned for it.

By teenhood the both of our muses hated each other, it was a hate that grew by the rumors and lies the fathers made no friendship could be salvaged, and once adulthood came around and both took over their family business, Sebastian losing everything but his baby sister, the two of them were enemies that hated each other more and more they did things to spite the other.

One night, a knock was heard at ym door, and only my was there so they got up to answer the door to the tall looming figure standing out in the, red eyes glaring daggers at ym. Trying to shut the door Sebastian grabbed it, almost broke it as he forced himself in, “I don't care what you send my way, but my sister!? That's to fucking far, what the hell is wrong with you!” He yelled, pointing his finger in ym chest, “this shit with us, not her. Don't do that again or I swear you won't have time to regret it once I'm done with you, got it?”

But thing is, as much as ym thought about doing that they couldn't take the last bit of family from Sebastian as easy as it could be, so they were very confused about why their number one enemy was doing here and threatening them.

This one is a childhood friend turned enemies turned friends then lovers

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[idontknowanametouse]

Miraculous Rewrite AU, chapter 2: Stoneheart

(mentions of child abuse, trauma and actual consequences for akuma)

When Adrien wakes up, the sky is red.

He sits and looks around. The sun has practically disappeared completely, but there is still color in the sky.

In the distance, he sees the Eiffel Tower and the partially destroyed Montparnasse Tower.

Standing up, he moves a little closer to the edge and looks at the streets. There isn't a single person as far as he can see, the only cars driving around being police ones. The houses also seem to have no people inside, several with empty garages, others with their doors open, as if the residents had run out in panic. In the distance, he can hear something almost similar to an echo:

“Evacuation protocol. Public emergency. This is not training. All citizens, leave the city. Repeating, all citizens, leave the city. Evacuation protocol. Public emergency…”

Adrien turns to Marinette, who is still sleeping, and pokes her:

-Marinette. Marinette. Hey, Marinette.

-Hmm…? – she murmurs, rubbing her eyes. For a second, she looks at Adrien without understanding what's going on, and then quickly stands up. - Puta merda! Where is he?!

-From the trail of destruction and the direction where the police and press cars are heading, I think the champ des mars.

Marinette looks at him, a look of defeat on her face.

-I will give up.

-…you think you failed.

-I really did. We spent hours off and look at all the damage that has been done!

-…I can't deny that… it really seems like this isn't going to work… not with us…

-Stop.

They both look in the direction of the voice. Plagg and Tikki, in their human forms, glare at them.

-Is it serious that you are going to give up because you made mistakes?

-Our mistakes cost several people their lives!!

-Child, I'm sorry, but… you can't save everyone. Not when there's a crazy person out there taking advantage of other people's feelings to cause destruction. You have as much guilt as the person inside that stone armor, which is to say, none.

-You are trying to save and help people! Even if you fail, it will never be your fault, understand?!

-We never make mistakes when it's about connections. Even when the person didn't accept it, we knew we still had it. You can quit if you want. We can find other people. But know that you were chosen for a reason.

There is a moment of silence. Then, suddenly, Tikki's form disappears and Marinette transforms.

-Marinette? – Adrien murmurs.

-Ladybug, actually. – and turns to him. - I have an idea. And I need you as my partner.

Suddenly, seeing that look on her sparks something again in Adrien. Something that sparked earlier when Plagg revealed himself. Something that hadn't been lit for years, until that day. And that compelled him to rise up and transform.

-What's the plan?

-I need four very long ropes, this inflatable mattress here – and they took the previously invoked talisman. – my yo-yo, the Eiffel Tower, your cataclysm and… sorry about that… your willingness to be caught in the hand of that thing.

-…I like your way of thinking, my lady. – and gave her a Cheshire smile.

-My lady?

-Yes.

-Stop that.

-What about Buggaboo?

-I'm going to punch you. Let's go. Are you in or not?

-Ladybug… I promise that I'm always in with your plans! – and gives her a thumbs up.

-…thanks. Now, let's get this shit done.

–

When the weapons are turned towards them, they both expected it. This way, they are faster, following a zigzag pattern until they are in a part of the Eiffel Tower out of the reach of the bullets. It is at that moment that Heart of Stone approaches, but, just as they are about to put the plan into action, the villain opens his mouth and a thousand black butterflies come out of it, gather on top of the Eiffel Tower and form a giant face.

-…was that in your plan? – mutters Chat.

-…no.

Things only get worse when a press helicopter approaches the giant head and it spoke.

-People of Paris, I am Hawk Moth.

-Hawk Moth? – they both murmur, still kinda schocked with the whole "butterfly-made talking head" thing.

-I'll only make this stop if you bring me the ladybug and cat miraculous. You two must turn yourself in, as you have already caused too much damage to this city.

-AH, VAI TOMAR NO CU!!!

Everyone's eyes – Hawk Moth's, Stoneheart's, Chat Noir's, the military's, the press', everyone who left's and everyone who stayed in Paris' – turn to the girl dressed as a ladybug in the center of the Eiffel Tower.

-DON’T TRY TO PRETEND TO BE INNOCENT!! YOU ARE THE ONE WHO CAUSED ALL THIS LÄ SHÎ!! YOU SENT THE AKUMA TO TAKE ADVANTAGE OF AN INNOCENT PERSON SUFFERING AND CONTROL HIM TO BE A VILLAIN, AND IT'S OBVIOUSLY YOU THE ONE RESPONSIBLE FOR EVERYTHING BAD THAT'S HAPPENING, FOR THE PEOPLE WHO GET HURT, AND FOR THOSE WHO DIED! IF THERE'S ONE THING I HATE IT'S A PIECE OF SHIT LIKE YOU ACTING LIKE YOU'RE INNOCENT! I AM LADYBUG AND MY PARTNER IS CHAT NOIR, THE NAMES OF THE PEOPLE WHO WILL MAKE YOU CAGAR NA CALÇA!! GO, GET OUT OF HERE, AND STOP DISTURBING MY PLAN!! SHOO, SHOO, SHOO!!!

With this last sentence, she throws the yo-yo towards the head, dispersing the butterflies and pulling the weapon back to herself.

-How rude! Let's get this over with, Stoneheart is already coming here! – Ladybug exclaims, making a slight pout and turning to Chat Noir. – Get up there, and do as we agreed!!

-Okay… okay… – he says, without realizing that, beneath the mask, there is a slight blush over his freckles.

As Ladybug said, Stoneheart starts climbing the Eiffel Tower, going after them, and Chat Noir hits him with his crutches to draw his attention. Both begin a chase up the tower, meanwhile, Ladybug ties the ropes to the ends of the inflated mattress and then ties the other ends to the string of her yo-yo, forming a complex geometric pattern of a string as she crosses it between the pillars of the Eiffel Tower.

As soon as he reaches the top, just before the villain does, Chat Noir activates his cataclysm (being very careful this time not to touch the wrong place) and destroys the tip of the tower. He quickly descends, jumping towards Stoneheart, who, surprised, grabs him, but also opens his left hand so that he can grab the part of the tower that falls over him.

With that, a small blackened paper ball falls down the tower, with Ladybug catching it in her hands and… well, there's no other way to put it. She tears apart the paper with her teeth.

A small butterfly emerges from the torn object. Initially dark, it almost immediately turns white, flying away. Black smoke surrounds the figure of Stoneheart, and Ladybug sees Ivan, falling through the bars of the Eiffel Tower.

Alarmed, she prays that her plan works, and is relieved to see her friend falling onto the mattress firmly tied to the string of their yo-yo. Just as planned, Chat Noir quickly descends the tower, sliding on his crutches. Ladybug already has the ropes that hold the mattress together in her hands, as if it were a little bundle. She asks:

-Are you ready?

-Yes, but they're going to come after us… and after him. – He points to the military forces and the police, who are getting closer and closer to the base of the tower.

-…Merda.

-Don't worry, I'll solve this.

-How?

-Just follow the plan and hold on to me, and it will be fine.

-…okay, I'll trust you.

-Hey! Dude! Hold on there!!

Ladybug, just as they agreed, hugs him, holding him tight, and Ivan, without understanding anything of what is happening, clings to the mattress.

Chat Noir feels something inside him, almost like an itch. Something that compels him. Something that somehow makes him sure of what to do.

Something similar to a black hole.

Ladybug, Ivan and a few others scream as a huge ball of darkness envelops them. They can't see anything inside, there's an absolute lack of light around them. Taking advantage of the gap, Chat Noir uses his crutches to get out of there quickly, then returning to the area of ​​light and out of sight of the army. He doesn't stop until they reach a safe location, close to the school where it all started.

-…what was that? – Ladybug asks, her knees still shaking slightly.

-I… I don't know, I think I unlocked my other power? I just… thought about a black hole and out of nowhere, all the light disappeared… it must work like that. Kind of.

-Ah… – she turns to Ivan. – I… I mean, dude, are you okay?

-Hm… I think so, but… – he murmurs, looking at the floor. - …what happened? I can't remember…

-Oh… what's the last thing you recall?

-I… I received a call… about my mother and then… I had an anxiety attack, and… I only remember until that part.

-Hm… okay, ok, it's… sorry, I really don't know how to tell you this…

-We are heroes. – says Chat. – Okay, I think you already got that, but we showed up here in the city to fight a villain, called Hawk Moth. From what we know, he takes people's negative emotions and uses this to control them and turn them into villains. I'm… I'm really sorry that he did this to you.

Ivan seems to take a few seconds to process the information, and then his face changes. First, he appears to remember something. Then shock crosses his face. Finally, an expression of despair takes over him and he lowers his head, burying it in his hands.

-Hey. Hey, hey, hey, hey. – calls Ladybug, trying to get his attention. – It wasn't your fault. You didn't do anything wrong, Hawk Moth is the only one to blame.

-But I… I… still… I… – his hands are shaking. – I saw… the damage, on the way… I did this… I… I can't fix this… everyone will know… that I was the monster who did this…

-You are not a monster. I don't know what you're going through, but I'm absolutely sure that you're not a monster. The only monster is Hawk Moth. Plus, we can fix everything, or at least a good part of it.

-…h-how?

She then takes the air mattress, deflates it, throws it up in the air and it turns into a billion ladybugs.

As if that weren't enough, the ladybugs spread and, wherever they go, structures are reassembled and injured people are healed. Not everything can be repaired, the few people who died do not return, but the repair is so impressive that it astounds everyone in the city and beyond.

-I call it Miraculous Ladybug. From what I understand, it quickly fixes everything that can be repaired by human hands.

-…that…is very impressive…

-Listen, we need to leave now. Will you be fine?

-…I think… so… – Ivan muttered.

-Are you sure? – he nodds. - Alright then. Take care of yourself.

The two heroes move away, climbing onto the roof of Marinette's house, close to where they left Ivan.

-I live here… – she yawns. – I'm going to go in and sleep while I wait for my parents, then I'll make up some excuse that I hid and went home and they were not here…

-Okay, I'll meet you tomorrow.

-Bye.

-Bye. -Wait! – and raised their fist. - Fist bump? He smiles, tired but happy, and touches his fist with hers. -Fist bump. And he leaves.

–

The next day, people are allowed to return to the city, but at school, it's possible to see that some are still hesitant to leave home, due to the absence of some students. Even before class starts, it is possible to feel the tension among the students, not only because of the situation itself, but also because it all started at that school.

Marinette arrives a little later than usual, but never actually late, and is faced with a crowd of reporters in front of the school. Before they can ask themself what is happening, they see the journalists walking away because of a red-haired figure. One she only met yesterday, but whose face is etched in her memory.

Her literature teacher and responsible for the class this year, Professor Bustier. And she looks like she's about to hit the reporters.

-IF I SEE ANY OF YOU AROUND HERE AGAIN OR OUTSIDE SCHOOL HARASSING A STUDENT, I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL CALL THE POLICE! SHOO, SHOO! GET OUT OF HERE!

Looking very reluctant, the reporters begin to walk away, and, turning to Ivan, the teacher asks:

-Ivan, are you okay?

He nods slightly and murmurs:

-…thanks.

-You don't need to thank me. Now, go inside, it won't be long until class starts.

He nods and starts to go inside, turning around a little later when he feels someone poking him. At first, he doesn't see who it is, until he looks down at Marinette.

-Ah. Hi, Mari.

-Hey. How are you?

-…I don't know.

-…you know it's not your fault, right?

-…I was told, but it's hard to believe.

-If you need to talk to someone, I'm here. Always.

-I know. You always have been. Thanks.

He walks away. Marinette sighs. She had never been the best at cheering people up, especially now when something nearly impossible had just occurred.

-

Today was probably the day Ivan spoke the least in his entire life, and it's not a small competition. When someone asked him something, he simply didn't answer and walked away. Last night, he dreamed about what happened. It was strange and confusing, many things were practically incomprehensible, but there was one thing he managed to remember very well.

When he appeared in the courtyard, many students looked at him in terror. And she was there.

Myléne.

He knew her struggles with fear. He knew how much she had severe anxiety that stopped her from doing many things. He knew how terrified she was in unfamiliar situations.

And he destroyed a wall in front of her while transformed into a giant stone monster.

She would never look him in the face again. And he didn't blame her for that, such was his certainty in his own guilt.

Well, at least, that's what he thought until she came after him in the middle of recess in the school's newly repaired basement (thanks to a bunch of magical ladybugs).

-Hey.

-…hey.

-Wanna talk?

-…you wanna?

-Of course, why wouldn't I want to?

-…it's just… yesterday… what happened…

-I wanted to talk about it, actually.

-…

-That heroine, Ladybug, said that Hawk Moth creates villains out of people's suffering.

-…did she… say that? I don't remember exactly.

-Yes, she did… how are you? Really.

-…really?

-Uhm.

-…scared.

-Something in specific?

-I think… scared of myself. – he swallows hard. – I was always afraid of hurting other people. Everyone was always afraid of me, so… I guess I started to be afraid of myself because of it? I think so. I think I always felt guilty about things I didn't do but could have done that made others fearful when they thought about me. Besides… there are… some things going on at home…

-You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to.

-No, it's okay, I… – and swallows. – …my mother is not very good. I think… you already knew that. Yesterday, my neighbor called to tell me about something, and I was scared to go home, I had an anxiety attack and it ended up… happening… that…

-…I'm sorry that bastard used that against you. Yesterday, I wanted to tell you something, but all this mess happened and I couldn't… but… do you remember when you gave me that botton? You know, your favorite band's?

-I do, but why…?

-So, I… wanted to give you something of mine too, even more so after all this… here. – and, feeling her face heat up, she hands him something, pushing the small object into his closed hand.

Ivan opens his hand, without understanding, and feels his heart speed up and his face redden when he sees the small ring. It's handmade, carved from wood, and has a small pink paper flower glued on top.

-I… wanted… to tell you that you are very special to me and that I'm very happy that we became friends in sixth grade… and that I think I love you very much… and that… that… – she swallows and exclaims: – I WANT TO DATE YOU, DO YOU WANT TO DATE ME?!

-…Yes…

-W-what?!

-YES!! B-but… you… really didn't give up on it after yesterday?! B-because I would completely understand and…

-NO, YOU IDIOT!! – and immediately covered their mouth with their hands, in panic. - Sorry!!! Sorry, that was mean!! But that whole thing wasn't your fault, it never will be!!! And it changes in nothing how I feel about you, we can get through all this together, okay?! Let's… let's learn to deal with all these changes, which are really scary, together!!!

-…ok… I… can I hug you?

-Of course you can.

He hugged her gently, relieving himself of everything he had been feeling for a long, long time.

You don't have to act like you have a heart made of stone.

-I love you.

-I love you too.

-

Adrien and Marinette end up being the last ones to leave, at the end of class. Interestingly, as soon as they leave, it starts to rain.

-…oh.

-I have an umbrella. Do you want it?

-Oh? Oh no, you don't need to!!

-It's alright, no problem. I can buy another one, anyway.

-Ah, okay, then…

When Marinette takes the umbrella in her hands, however, it closes over them, trapping the two together.

-Ouch!

-Wait, let me try to open it!

-No, calm down!

-How do you do it?!

-Can you just press the button again?!

-I don't know, let me try!!

Fortunately, they soon manage to get out from under the umbrella. Suddenly, to Marinette's surprise, Adrien begins to have a fit of laughter.

In fact, it also makes her laugh a little. And the way his face, previously looking so expressionless, suddenly got bright, made her happy.

-I… – Adrien takes a deep breath to calm down, but continues smiling at her. – …I have to go, my best friend must be waiting.

-The… girl you entered the classroom with?

-Yeah. Chloé. She is like my sister. In fact, I think she's my only friend until yesterday, when Nino offered to be my friend too.

That was definitely like Nino.

-I can also be your friend.

-Really?

-Yeah. We're going to be superhero partners, so I think we kind of need to get along, right?

-OK. You're cool, I would like having you as a friend.

-Same.

-I'll see you tomorrow, my lady.

-Ha, ha, very funny. You are never stopping that?

-Never. – and sticks out his tongue at her, who reciprocate as Adrien walks away.

That umbrella somehow felt perfect in their hands. It was almost as if she couldn't let go of it anymore.

-

And chapter 2 is out! I'm trying to give some spotlight and kind of dive into all the teens, so I decided to make this one about Ivan and kind of about Myléne too, do you like it? Also, umbrella scene is here! Although, not how you may expect it...

Translation to Marinette swearing:

Lä shî - from what I could find, this is chinese for "shit". Correct me if I'm wrong.

Puta merda - holy shit in portuguese

Vai tomar no cu - go suck your own ass

Cagar na calça - shit your pants

Merda - shit

[pbandjesse]

I do not know what but my leg is hurting very much. It started yesterday and it hasn't improved. Even with James trying to squeeze and massage it. Hopefully I just like twisted something weird and I'll be okay soon. Cause it's really uncomfortable.

But today was a nice day. And it's Jess's birthday! She finally joined me in being in her thirties. And she got the flowers we sent her! Poster above, they are shaped like a cat and we though they were hilarious.

I slept alright last night. And felt a little better this morning. James had loaded up the car already. I was slow to start. But got myself together and we headed out.

We beat the rain. But it would be on and off all day. And after we got breakfast James helped me set up my table.

The pavilion was all wet but Ann had worked hard on brushing the water away with the broom. But I wouldn't notice a new puddle showed up under my chair and the whole bottom of my dress got soaked and it kept sticking to my legs and it was cold and terrible. I would survive but only barely.

Callie was at the market today working for Helen. It was so fun having a friend there. And it wasn't a terrible day. I made my break even sale goal, but it was slow. The rain didn't help I'm sure. But there were good waves of people.

And I had fun. Sewing. People watching. Chatting with CJ. I had my two little friends come and I showed them how to sew and let them work on some of my keychain bears. I will be redoing them but it was fun to let them do it.

I did have a slightly stressful interaction with some kids who wanted to buy keychains and their parents said yes but then wanted me to change the pins to keychains and I did but then the kids changed their minds and had meltdowns about wanting pins still. There was a lot of screaming?? But it was fine. I am glad they liked my stuff.

It started storming really hard and it got really loud for a while. But it would calm down again. And as 1 came around we started packing up. And then it started raining again and I got all wet carrying everything to the car. Ah well. It wasn't to bad.

I went and said goodbye to James. And then I went home.

When I got back here I would collect my dried flowers and put some new ones in my books. Callie let me keep some that fell on the group. And had my leftover chipotle from last night.

I got changed and laid down. And would eventually fall asleep.

I woke up when James came in. I told them to wake me up for real when they got done in the shower. And I would take my time getting myself together. James had two podcasts to do today. And once I was up and dressed I left.

I drove out to joann's to buy yarn. They didn't have the colors I wanted but I got black and that's fine. I went to savers next and had a weird interaction when I asked to get by someone and they were really rude. They were blocking the whole aisle and I waited a little but they weren't moving so I asked politely to get by and they made a fuss backing up to make room and then said I should have gone down a different aisle??? No?? You don't own the whole store?? It out a bad taste in my mouth. I hadn't had my headphones in but I would put them on now because I didn't want to hear nasty people anymore.

I would end up finding two more skeins of yarn that were brand new and the brand I like. $3 a piece! So I was very pleased. And I found a little white towel rack (?) That was only $2 and I am going to use as camp and I was very pleased. And older lady, as I was leaving the store, told me it was a really cool find!

I checked out and went over to the goodwill. There I found a dress for the Ren fair. And had a nice conversation with the woman at the counter. She thought using the dress for the Ren fair was a great idea.

In the car I decided I wanted a pretzel. But the Towson mall was closing soon. So instead I drove out to white Marsh mall. And got a piece of pizza and a pretzel and walked around the mall for an hour. Smelling all the lotions at bath and body works. Looking at the jewelry and makeup at Claire's. Enjoying that goth fashion is back at hot topic. It was fun.

At 730 I went home. Getting back here at 8. As James was finishing their podcast. While they did that I played with making my Ren fair outfits. And soon would go and take a shower.

Me and James have been hanging out in bed since then. I am cozy and happy.

And tomorrow is the first day of camp!! I'm excited. I hope it's a good day and everything goes smoothly. Wish us luck. I love you all. Goodnight!!

[midnightwind]

after putting in just over 80 hours into the game and doing as many side quests as the game let me (before A Choice changed things) I'm gonna just go off about the game

this will be Very Long

first up: I fucking love the majority of the game, like 2/3 or even 3/4 maybe is stellar, it's exactly what I wanted from a Dragon Age game! the new combat system was snappy, the spells all mostly felt unique (I have only played through once, on a mage) and being able to redo my build at any time without needing a special item or npc or room? Fantastic qol thank you so much, game team (same with the glamor system and character mirror being in the Lighthouse)

I liked getting to finally see Minrathos after basically waging a quiet war against the Venatori in it back in Inquisition and Neve was fun! I love my detective best friend (even if she'd probably heavily consider stabbing my Rook at the end of the day based on Choices) and I got to be a motherfucking Antivan Crow I have been dying to see more of that faction ever since I picked up my stray Zevran back in Origins

I have my own issues with the portrayal of the faction, but I get why they had to drop or quietly push the more negative aspects under the bed (even if it takes away a decent chunk of the spice imo) I'll dig into them later

Treviso was beautiful and sad, Arlathan stunning, Nevarra was such a cool 180 on area designs and culture, Rivain felt a little weaker comparatively but you get Taash a little late and we're stuck on a coast that is like all ruins and no city so kind of tracks, anyways the point is I like the glimpse into the world we got outside of Fereldan

I love our companions, it was so fun and delightful to hear the banter, the Origin specific comments they got, how they'd roam the Lighthouse to interact with each other, how they would update a silly little grocery list as the game progressed! I miss being able to run the usual party of Player + 3 allies, and I missed out on a lot of good banter I would have loved to see for it though (<is here for the characters first, story second, gameplay third)

this is the most polished DA we've ever gotten, it looks beautiful (fourth times the charm lmao) and I think it's fairly usual par for the course content wise, it's neither leagues better nor worse than any of the other games imo

but there's two glaring issues that has me wanting to chew through concrete

pacing and ineptitude

the game fucking Rushes you through quests, outside of the main story scenes all the character quests and moments are under 20 minutes (their core quest tending to be the 20 minutes, and most interactions being maybe 3 minutes of chatting and 10 minutes of running around) the amount of times I had a cutscene linger on the characters just staring at each other in silence for 10-20 seconds for no reason only to get pushed out the door after engaging with their little ! bubbles left such a bad taste in my mouth

now I did romance Lucanis, and he's the slow burn that goes so slow it's more like a hand warmer than a fire (I adore him and Spite and I wanted so much more content about them) so I am colored by that here as I've only done 1 play through so far .w. but he wasn't the only companion, or even story beat, that suffered from being abruptly cut off or left to the side

the main story has Ghilan'nain and Elgar'nan show up in the same location, the same fucking arena as the gang after you've ruined some pawn or plan from them and they just scowl at you and leave

they just disappear

and they do this So Often

after a certain point, you can't keep having the big bads, the culmination of evil and conflict, just following the gang actively ruining their bid for as if they're eating popcorn and telling us to do a flip and have it play off seriously or feel good

when we confront Ghilan'nain at Weisshaupt I was so fed up with the gods showing up and going nah we're fine, instead of just killing us right there and then which was only made worse as you head out to finally take them both down at the end of the game

you can't keep pulling the fake out in the exact same way on loop and changing next to nothing between the exchanges, it ruined the last stretch for me

they also just did nothing with Elgar'nan's powers he's this great tempter and dominator and he tries to tempt you (poorly) Once and then you break his influence and fuck off

what a waste of a god who could pull literal mind games on you, trap you in your worst nightmare, show you your allies falling one by one until you're alone and you break, just a colossal waste of such potential imo

which then plays into the constant ineptitude of the team throughout the game

you go out of your way to do their personal quests, to shore up their confidence and tie up loose ends so they can walk into a fight no one should expect to walk out of, and then it feels like it barely matters

I managed to max out all the factions (expect one...) so they barely needed help and watching Harding (sorry babygirl) die for no real reason because they refused to have the assassin strike while the enemy was distracted until after she died felt dogshit

Neve getting mirror-napped was terrifying though, that ruled and I felt awful for letting her do that (Bel would have also sucked tho, there was no winning)

but why are our characters, after the entire game of building up support, confidence, and abilities still like level 1 mooks in these fights with 0 new tactics? I get needing the stakes to still be high, but I was sweating bullets trying to coordinate who did what while keeping my baby boy Lucanis at my side (having Bel help the Crows felt So Incorrect and I was Terrified) but you have to let us win? sometimes?? maybe you can pull it off where you don't have Harding/Davrin die fighting Ghilan'nain, but I don't feel like I did anything wrong? did my saying "by any means necessary" Once truly cause that or is that just scripted?? I cannot tell you because none of my other decisions seemed to fucking matter outside of Neve not wanting to be in the party for the final fight because I let her city burn and got her kidnapped (not really, but my Rook was losing her mind when she was grabbed lol) I don't like feeling as if I have to sack one character I adore to set up stakes that have already been fairly well established by the decimation of the Wardens and Veil Jumpers (and Shadow Dragons/Crows) leading up to this point

I appreciate the attempt to give us real stakes, but it was such a sour experience for me, it shouldn't have come at the cost of the team feeling unable to do Anything Ever in these fights (esp as I decimated them in gameplay) ((I'm only like a little extra bitter about Lucanis just doing the same shit, getting caught, and having it feel like making peace with Spite meant nothing, too, that also is infuriating))

like honestly the gods were fucking boring once I reached them which feels bad to say?? not to mention I had a game breaking bug happen in my Ghilan'nain fight that forced me to reload (blight boils never became vulnerable... lol.....) leading into 2 different "this is the final push" fake outs and then we don't even use the red lyrium dagger?? the flaw it had from forging didn't matter??? Elgar'nan just decides to brawl us???? we spent so much time building up to him being crazy powerful and crushing his enemies and then we just slap fight (maybe the flaw was supposed to be a sign that the dagger wouldn't work and that's why he was just sitting in Minrathos idk they don't try to explain shit)

also also, the Blight was cured??? nothing on that, Neve just isn't blighted at the end okay and we don't get a proper world story breakdown of what happens after for the companions because I guess DLC is coming which also feels bad

it felt like the pacing and writing just jumped out the building the second we had to start prepping to actually take down the gods and I'm so disappointed by it

the character writing also seems to have suffered because of the Origin quest lines which.... sucks I won't lie, I love these people and I wanna learn more about them and get to know them, but knowing that a good third (it feels like) of their characterization is locked behind you playing as their faction.... that's rough

and no warning on the fact that grabbing both Lucanis and Davrin will lock you out of a whole city's merchants and faction super early in the game??? just punished for wanting the whole gang before you start doing quests? that fact alone makes me want to scrap my next two Rooks I already started playing because knowing I need to somehow buy out everything from vendors and gain rep with one faction as fast as possible feels Awful (you get that gear Later, right before the final fight where it won't matter that much so I'm putting on clown make up) it just turns the early game into a chore

part of this is my refusal to not just take the L with a whole city, but gear kind of fucking matters to how the game is played?? it feels so bad, man and I didn't even get to see what I missed out on with the Shadow Dragons for picking Treviso because I was a whopping 10 hours in, I had barely done anything

I dunno, I don't have a satisfying way to end this

the writing was fine outside of the gods just... I don't even know how to phrase it, they weren't good enemies, and the characters getting short changed or rushed A Lot before having their agency and work thrown out the window because we needed to spend 3 hours of endgame "really struggling" for the threat we'd established quite handily through the entire game up to that point

I like Veilguard, I'd say it's one of my favorite games, but the lead up to the end and your whole game hinging on maybe 3 major choices you make at the end sours it for me a lot

maybe as I play other routes, my disappointment will cool, but this game had the potential to be so much more than what it is

I hope people play it and have fun, but there's going to always be a note of dissatisfaction to me

also Antivan Crow rant: you can't just turn them into discount Batman dude, they torture and kill trainees and are Assassins lmao like I appreciate the attempt, but you can't just throw 3 games worth of reputation out the window like that

Spite should have had more influence and screen time, Lucanis should have had his own room like they planned, the companions in general should have gotten more time to be there and be present in all moments

thank you for letting my Origin matter, I'm glad I got to play an Antivan Crow mage who grew into her role and overcame her shortcomings that led to her joining Varric's team

and I super called Varric being dead the second he was stabbed

(also I clocked Illario instantly and was baffled from second one on how Ivenci was allowed to shit talk the Crows in front of 2 Talons without dying, can't believe they were left alive just to be a funny boss fight to cap off the Crow quests lmao)

edit: forgot to add in that the companion quest bosses were run down instantly and were all basically reskinned elites felt bad!! I barely knew anything about any of them!!! why did they feel like a rushed afterthought?

[bedroomsubmissive]

Fantasy ll

Part 2

Suddenly, I realized she said we, and I remembered the pic that was sent to me. It was not this woman.

Who are you? You do not look like the woman in the pic that was sent to me.

Suddenly, from a distance, I hear another woman's voice. You're right, sir. The picture was of me. As she stepped into the blue light, I recognized her face. She was even more beautiful in person. She looked almost Asian but mixed somehow. Her skin was a light bronze color and so smooth and creamy looking. Her hair was thick and almost black, and it was pulled back into a high pony tail. She appeared tall but only because of the heels she was wearing. She was actually petite but seemed to be assertive and confident.

I am @#$#, and I can see you are pleased with what you see. I'm glad because we are going to be spending some very intimate time together. We are excited to have you here as our playmate.

Your playmate? We were supposed to meet at a club and get to know each other. I did not expect to be in this situation. Let me down from here this crazy!

Hmm, feisty! I like it. We want you to take deep breaths and relax. As my colleague said, we will take good care of you. Don't worry. Honestly, relax!

Before we start the evening do you need anything? Would you like something to drink or eat?

I want you to let me dowm so I can leave. This is illegal. I am being kidnapped and held against my will.

Hmm, I seem to remember our conversation when we were chatting. You described one of your fantasies to me. Then you agreed to meet with me. You inspired me, and now I want to thank you by making your fantasy a reality.

As she said these words, my inside voice said, "Oh shit." I knew now I was in for a hell of an evening if she really was role-playing the fantasy that I discussed with her. If I had known this woman was this wild, I wouldn't have confided in her.

Are you sure you don't want anything before we start the evening? Yes. I want to leave.

You will be free to leave in a few days when we are finished with you. A few days,are you crazy?

It's OK. Relax. You are our guest and our toy. Just know that whatever you want or need, just say it. Food drink even rest at some point. In-between all that, we have everything planned.

She looked over at her college, who was also very pretty. She was a little taller and slightly fuller bodied but still perfectly built. She looked Latino or Brazilian. "Let's start the evening.

Go to part 3

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Hi, before I explain my post, I want to say something important.

• What you see my blog has become a major overhaul. And despite the changes, I decided that my 2nd account will be now my artwork blog with a secret twist.

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Okay? Capiche? Make sense? Good, now back to the post…↓

No #OnThisDay throwback post, only exclusive for super secret blog(s). But, I have this.

Title: Aace's Music Love

Hello, February. Aace Speedster 🐺🐶⭐ asked me to draw a comic based on his relationship story with May 🐰👊💥, a friend of the Speedsters Family. So, why not! 🙂 After all, "Valentine's Day" is coming up within few days. 💘💌 So, let Aace do the talking. The floor is yours. 😊

Aace 🐺🐶⭐: A thank yew (you), cweator (creator). 😊 And Paw-llo, everyone! 😄 I'm hewe (here) to show ya my welationship (relationship) story with May 🐰👊💥. So, hewe we goes! 😄

IMPORTANT NOTE: Despite how lazy person I am 😩🥱, I decided to make something different for the coloring. And that's inspiring a Game Boy color style. 🎮🖌️🙂

○○○○○○○📘Here's his story 📖○○○○○○○

Comic 1 & 2:

Aace 🐺🐶⭐: It was snowy day, and I saw May dwinking (drinking) her nice cup of cocoa, so I hide myself fwom (from) the bushes with my guitaw (guitar) gifted from her 😳🎸. I was vewy newvious (very nervous) and blush, so I decided to take a bweath (breath) for a moment, while I was wemembewing (remembering) some few music lessons via videyow tutowial (video tutorial).

Comic 3 to 5:

Aace 🐺🐶⭐: Aftew (after) my bweak (break) fwom the bushes, I wrise (rise) up & I begin to pway (play) my guitaw with a simple swipe; May heaws (hears) my music stwings (strings).

Comic 6 & 7:

Aace 🐺🐶⭐: May tuwn (turn) around her head, and she saw me waving, and then I intwoduced (introduced) to myself. May appweciates (appreciates) me holding a guitar that she gifted me from Chwistmas (Christmas).🎁🎸😄 With that, I must commenced my own musical note to impwess (impress) her. 😁 Even though, I'm not a fan of music, I'm only gewd (good) at auto mechanics and scientific stuff fwom my pawents (from my parents). 🤔

BTW: Me 🇵🇭: I uh... I draw a different version of his guitar compare to A-Pal's version, but let's pretend to be the same.

Comic 8 & 9:

Aace 🐺🐶⭐: I cwear (clear) up my thwoat (throat), tuning my guitaw befowe (guitar before) I sing my song while pwaying (playing) my guitaw as I can! 🎶🎸 I didn't see May's weactions (reactions) 😖, though. But, I pwedict (predict) that she's not impwessed my new talent. I guess?

Comic 10 & 11:

Aace 🐺🐶⭐: Suddenly, my guitaw stwings (guitar strings) snaps entiwely (entirely), unable to play it. 😨 Yeah, I was vewy shocked because I'm not built to song or pwaying musical instwuments (instruments). I told ya... 🙁

Comic 12 & 13:

Aace 🐺🐶⭐: On the pwus (plus) side, I was vewy good spiwit (spirit) from my inexpewience (inexperience) music, and May gave me a decent thumbs up fow (for) my effowt (effort). 😊👍 She offwered (offered) me a nice cup of cocoa fwom a hot cocoa stand, and then we chat to talk about related things, ouw pewsonality (our personality), and mowe (more) while looking at the beautiful scape on wintew (winter) season. 😋☕🍫

Aace 🐺🐶⭐: Looks like, I'll be sticking with my pewsonal (personal) skills rather than pwaying music, so I'm not gonna thwow (throw) my gift from her. I'll dispway it in my bedwoom as a wemembwance (remembrance).😉🎸 So yeah, that's the end of my stowy (story). Thanks fow listening! 🙂

And that's all for now, I'll be making more Aace 🐺🐶⭐X May 🐰👊💥 relationships, this Feb! 🙂💘💌

Aace Speedster (Chowder OC) - created by ME! May (Rabbit OC) - owned by @bryan360

[lostysworld]

My dar(k)ling – The Darkling x reader

Part 2

Masterlist

Pairing: The Darkling x reader

Warning: none

Summary: You find new friends and try not to earn some enemies, but things become complicated, when you find someone in strong need of rescuing

After a dozen of attempts to find you a proper costume, Genya gave up and got you a black shirt, pants and a pair of boots, but insisted on another couple of shirts just in case.

In the end you decide not to take yourself as a prisoner and have a walk, giving that Kirigan left the castle a day ago and you cannot feel this pressure around you. That kind that made you stay in your room for three days in a row.

Your adventures start the moment you come out of your room and bump into a man in a red kefta. His black hair lays perfectly, and dreamy expression makes you think of the real reason for your collision.

– Oh, I'm sorry-

– It's fine. I should have looked my way.

Instantly, you recognize the grisha heartrender, who was in Kirigan's guard when he found you in the forest.

– Wait, I remember you, - the man smiles to you, when you wrinkle your nose in displeasure. – But I don't remember your name, sorry.

– Fedyor. Fedyor Kaminsky.

– Sure, - you extend your hand for him, and the heartrender shakes it slightly. – Could you show me around, if you are not in hurry?

You would not ask, if it was someone, but not Fedyor. His friendly expression, that always plays on his face, makes you feel safe or sort of.

The man nods and leads you down the corridor, when at the last turn you two almost bump into Kirigan.

Is he not supposed to be here, but with the army? Your disappointed face draws his attention, and he nods to his heartrender to leave you two. Fedyor smirks to you apologizing and goes away.

– Do you always need to spoil all the fun? - Kirigan arches a brow at your bold words, but only shows you a way outside following next to you.

– Always? Did I spoil your fun back in the forest?

You don't answer and roll your eyes not noticing his wide smirk while he's looking at you.

– So, what did you want from my heartrender?

You look more presentable now, than before, and the general's gaze every time slips to your side. He can't help but notice, how well black color suits you, as his eyes are roaming across your slim figure.

– I can't sit in my room all days long, - you follow him as you both go outside, where the man leads you to the training ground. – I need a distraction.

Kirigan nods you towards a group of grisha who are fighting with each other, looked after by a tall man, surely their trainer.

The sight of you wrinkling your nose makes him smirk. Everyone in the Palace are always tiptoeing around Kirigan. He hasn't seen a person, who behaved like that with him, for a long time.

– Not a fighter, actually. At least not in close combat.

– And what do you want to try then?

You look him closely. General seems sincerely interested in you and you can't understand why. But maybe you need to try to see the reason.

You lean your head to the side looking up to him.

– Archery.

– Archery? - he scans you with the critical glance and your brows arch at this, as you throw arms to the sides.

– What? Do I not look like an acher?

Kirigan chuckles amd shakes his head.

– You can do anything you want, Y/N. Tell Fedyor, he will find you something.

For a moment you are walking silently, and surprisingly this silence isn't uncomfortable, giving that some days ago you couldn't tolerate him next to yourself. But the next second you recall one thing.

– You told me I would meet the king, general. Though there was nothing of it mentioned for the last two days.

– Do you want to meet him? - his sly gaze switches on your face, and you instantly feel being too close to him, as you are almost the same height as he is.

– I don't think I have a choice, right?

His gentle smirk makes your heart beating faster, and you try to collect all your strength not to fall under his spell. You already saw several girl, gossiping about the man, and it even sounded pathetic.

– I asked the king to let you rest for a bit.

– Oh, what have I done for being asked a day off by the Black General himself?

Your sarcasm hits him not that much as does your addressing. The man stops and casts a grim glance at you. All of his previous friendly demeanor vanishes away.

– You have heard about me? - it is half question half statement, and you don't know what to do.

– I have indeed.

– And you are not afraid?

You arch a brow in a silent question.

– Of what?

– Of me.

You did hear about General Kirigan and all these rumors went much further amongst your people, of those still alive. Now you believe them, there is more in that men, then he shows to others. But despite whispers, you still have your own opinion to make.

Suddenly you notice like air around you becomes thicker and a bit darker. One-sided careless grin shows up on your lips, as you make a step closer to the man, leaving literally no space between you.

– I've spent my entire adult life living alone. Do you think, I am afraid of the darkness, General Kirigan?

Your shushed voice does give him a slight chill and he can't catch why. There is something behind your eyes, somewhere deeper, that doesn't let him tear his glance off you.

– Why? - his sudden question buffles you.

– What 'why'?

– Why living alone? Where's your family, Y/N?

Your once brave expression drops as you furrow and turn away from the man, continuing your walk.

– You don't want to tell about it? - he doesn't leave you, following behind. This time you get to bring your mischievous grin back on your face.

– You haven’t shared your secret yet, General, so I could share mine with you.

His smile doesn't last long, as someone behind you both calls him. On one brief moment he seems to roll his eyes in irritation, that makes you give up a short laugher.

– You will meet the king tomorrow. Now you'd better have a rest, Y/N.

You don't know what hits you exactly, but when the man turns around it's your turn to call him.

– Have a good day, General Kirigan, - he looks over you with a strange expression in his features and just nods, leaving you behind.

Not knowing what else can occupy you here, you walk away back to the palace.

Everyone seems so busy with whatever they have to do, that you simply feel yourself out of place. You don't know most of the people here, but already start recognizing some of the faces.

And when you catch Fedyor out of the crowd along with another heartrender, you flash him a bright smile.

Coming closer he loops his arm around your elbow dragging you with them, starting chatting immediately. Another man next to Fedyor is familiar to you too.

– I remember you, mister, - you point at him with your finger, leaning slightly forward to look at him. The man just gives you a displeased glance.

– It's Ivan, - Kaminsky looks at him with such love and adoration, that your heart clenches at the sight of them. – He can be a bit grumpy, but truly he's my better half.

Watching Ivan's face twitches slightly at these words gives you a faint smirk.

– Better? - you decide to cling to words as can hardly imagine this man being better than Fedyor, who is literally shining like a sun. – I would say just...other half.

Fedyor chuckles, but when you are about to turn to the wing, where your room is, Ivan immediately drugs you two back, out of the empty corridor.

– What's wrong? - you see nothing behind their broad backs, giving that you are tall enough. – Guys?

Ivan gives you a sign to shut up, and you finally hear someone's muffles voice. Two voices.

Slowly crawling from behind Fedyor you peer around the corner seeing the scene, that makes your blood slowly boiling.

Here in the opposite corner stands Genya and a man, that you believe, is the king, you should have met with, according to his attire. Not that he impresses you much.

Watching them you realize, that the king stands too close to the tailor and the girl definitely doesn't want to be there, but can't do anything to escape.

– Is that your king? - you look over your shoulder back on heartrenders, but lower your tone when Ivan shushes you. – Won't you do something with it?

– We can't. He's a king, Y/N.

You see sympathetic helpless glance of Fedyor, and just shrugs your shoulders, taking a step forward. Just at the same time, when Ivan drags you back.

– What the hell are you doing? - his abashed gaze is burning holes inside of your skull.

– Exactly what none of you here can.

You shake his arm off yours and move forward, coming out of the corner. No one of two people in front of you still doesn't notice your presence.

– Your Majesty! - the man flinches from your loud voice, and you seem to hear faint swearing of Ivan behind you. The frightened glance of Genya flies to you. – General Kirigan demands the presence of miss Safin in the map room...It's urgent.

You don't know, how this nonsense appears in your mind, but you try not to let the grin show on your lips. Something inside of you makes you feel proud.

The king hesitates for a moment, stunned by the fact, that he's caught in such situation. But you don't flinch wearing the same cold demeanor as before. Taking a step back, he nods and shows Genya the way out towards you.

– Of course.

If Genya can run in that moment, she surely will. The readhead girl walks the other half of the corridor to you as if it is an escape route from her death.

As soon as she reaches you, her expression falls only on a second, but when both of you turn around the corner and see Ivan and Fedyor, who tries not to smile to much.

Genya furrows, but when she opens her mouth to ask, what's going on, Ivan cuts her off addressing you.

– What you've done was foolish-

– Foolish?! - now you can't hold back your irritation. – Would you better watch the king putting his hands on what doesn't belong to him?

With that you go on with your way towards the entrance of the castle, dragging the tailor with you. Behind your back you can hear Fedyor's voice trying to calm his lover down.

But then Genya stops you, still too frightened and disoriented. You believe this isn't the first time, but no one can get used to such things no matter how often it happens.

– Y/N, wait. Where are we going?

– Out of here, I guess. Garden, training grounds, main hall, whenever.

A faint smile touches her lips, and the girl lays her hand on your forearm.

– You really shouldn't do this, he's the king-

– Then I don't want a king like this one!

Your voice echoes around the half empty hallway, and it does draw some unnecessary attention to you. But you don't give a damn now.

You don't know Genya much, but these several days with her show, that she surely deserves more than all of this. Confident, stubborn and brave. Genya Safin is definitely brave. This is all about her, and how can't you defend her after this?

But you know, that there in Little Palace, you have only one true king. General Kirigan.

And he's exactly the one, who is coming to your group at the moment.

You see Ivan and Fedyor straighten and Genya casts a look behind your back. It's not necessary for you to turn back to know about the man's presence. Even birds stop singing, when Kirigan is around.

– What's going on here? - this demanding strict voice shakes your a bit. Ivan throws a brief mocking glance to your side, and you only roll your eyes at him. You turn rapidly to the general.

From the only look at him, you can swear, that he already knows everything. God only knows how.

– Miss Y/N, - not getting any answer from others, Kirigan switches his glance to you. His silky voice makes you nervous, cause it means nothing good. He nods aside indicating to talk with you privately, but then comes back to his heartrenders. – I will talk with you two later.

You don't like his mood, in the end all of this was your idea and yours only.

– You won't, - general switches his attention on you. One way or another, your boldness will backfire.

– Excuse me?

– You won't talk with them, it's not their fault, - you keep eyeing the man in front of you. – It was my decision, and it's not for them to suffer for this.

Ivan and Fedyor don't even flinch, as Kirigan's gaze goes to them and then back to you. He waves them off, dismissing, and all three of grisha vanish from the hall.

He drags you out of the palace, gripping onto your forearm.

– What the hell where you thinking, when went against the king? - his hissing rings in your ears.

– You are speaking as I am a traitor, general. But I just did the thing no one of you wanted to deal with.

– He is the king, - you try to shake Kirigan's hand off you, but he's holding for dear life. Finally you just relax, not resisting the man. – And who are you here? Nothing.

– He is not my king, as you are not my general. But if I needed to do this again, I would and not once.

Kirigan does insult you with his words, and you should admit it isn't the nice thing to hear. This mixed feeling towards the general leads you astray, cause feeling displeasure, irritation, anger and that strange pull towards the man at the same time is something you can't handle now.

You move closer only for him to hear your words.

– You lead your army to the war, General. Talk about grisha safety at every corner, but hardly can defend those in the palace. Or just don't want to. Isn't it pathetic?

– Watch your language, Y/N-

– Watch your actions, Kirigan! I'm not a little girl, that you brought from the woods as a present like Genya. I'm not interested in court intrigues, - he looks at you with both anger and surprise. No one here allows to reprimand him like this. Yet you are standing in front of him. – I will not follow your stupid rules, where superiors are allowed everything they want to do.

His gaze, roaming across your features, halts on your eyes. His dark intense glare somehow betrays his own thoughts, as if he's partly agree with you.

– Unlike you, General, I have no limits to get what I want.

You go past him inside the hall, slightly brushing his shoulder with yours. A slight smirk touches his lips.

You can be bold and wild, wayward or stubborn. But you surely hold a spark inside of you, and this spark can't be shadowed with his powers nor with people around you.

Kirigan looks over his shoulder only to see, that you already dissapper in the crowd.

[who-ever-said-i-was-nice]

Hello there👀 I want to ask you about ikevamp match up please!❤

Physical appearance: height 1.66cm, I have a dark brown hair and rusty brown eyes, round face and nose and probably I look like I'm younger than my age🙃 pear body shape and warm skin color like it isn't too dark nor too white I'm in the middle.

Other information:

My zodiac sign is Aries ♈ and my mbti is ENFJ-T

Three hobbies that I like:

1)Reading

2)Writing

3)watch classic movies

My good traits:

I'm funny with people who are close to me, I'm supportive and kind.

My bad traits are:

1) I can feel overwhelmed so easily.

2) I can be too emotional when it comes to people I love

3) I have trust issues.

I didn't really have a relationship before and I'm not too picky when it comes to his physical features but I have important standards when it comes to choosing a partner.

Like:

1) Good hygiene like he should really take care of his body.

2) Respectful

3)Kind and understanding

And that's everything I hope it isn't too long for you!❤ have a nice day or evening 🦋💕

Heyyy there! Thanks again for requesting this. I haven't done this is a while and I'm happy to start doing it again. Sorry for making you wait, I am having quite the busy year, but I have some free time now so here I am. Enjoy!~

Ok so, hear me out..

I matched you with Arthur

Now before you attack me, let me explain

Admittedly, your relationship did not start out great

Like, at all

So you arrive at the mansion

And are being escorted by prince charming, or Napoleon, but prince charming is better

But anyway

You turn he corner and are met with this man

And immediately all the alarms are gong off in your head

He's flirting and you are having none of it, because I'm pretty sure your eyes are not on your chest

So you reply bluntly and Napoleon whisks you away to meet le Comte

Oh boy Arthur is confused

Nobody has rejected him before and here you are, just telling him off

He is very intrigued

So fast forward a couple of days and you run into Arthur

He tries chatting you up again and you just give very sort replies and leave as soon as you get an opportunity

He is very confused

Why is his usual charm working

Theo definitely heard about it later at the pub

I swear, one day Theo will roll his eyes so hard he will go blind

So this happened a couple of more times, where you just got up and left and at this point he feels like shit

He just wanted to be friends, but obviously nothing is working because you don't even want to hear him out

Honestly, I understand though, I would do the same

He just shuts himself in his room, and doesn't even come out to eat

We all know that he has issues, and this has just sent hi spiraling down into that dark place

He knows he messed up the first day, and he knows he is worthless and does not deserve to get to know you

And his way of life is also pretty weird, chasing after "pretty skirts" every night

But he just wants to get to know you

After some time, you grow worried

Like you don't like him, but maybe you shouldn't have been so harsh you know

So finally you give in and search for him

Literally everywhere

The last thing you where expecting from the charming and flirty mystery writer, was to find him cooped up in his room, with his pen hovering above the paper

Like he was desperate to write something, but could not, and was hoping the paper would fill itself

-Arthur...?- you called out gently. He turned around and you could see that there where tears in his eyes. Shocked to see the usually composed writer in such a state. You approached him and put a hand on his shoulder.

-Are you alright? he gave a halfhearted smile. -I'm fine luv.. just dandy...-you raised and eyebrow at him and he sighed. You sat in silence for a few minutes and then he spoke again. -You hate me don't you.- the question caught you off guard and you looked at him quite puzzled. But eventually you shook your head. -Why would I hate you?- you inquired - Because of what I said the first day. - you where pleasantly surprised at how ashamed the poor man looked.Maybe he wasn't as bad as you thought he was. - Well that wasn't very...appropriate of you but it is no reason for me to hate you. He softly smiled at you and this was the start of you beautiful friendship.

After that day, you quickly grew to like the other

Let's be real

Under all those smiles and smug comments, he is a broken man, who needs someone to pick him up and put him back together.

In a relationship, Arthur is the most attentive lover

He can catch all the little shifts in your behavior and will know when something is wrong

He loves to learn new things and will 1000% ask you to speak to him in your native language and Turkish , even if you insist that you are not that great at it yet.

He will also ask about your culture a lot, just so he can figure out if you have any holidays or events that are important, s you can celebrate it together

Very soft behind closed doors

and not just like hugs or kisses oh no no

This man will literally melt into your arms and not move unless absolutely necessary.

All around very sweet, loves you with all his heart and even though he can be very annoying and accidentally flirty with other women, he would never, ever dream of hurting you.

Ok that's all, I hope you enjoyed! Thanks again for your patience again and have a lovely day! ^^