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meowiemari · 24 days ago
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WHY @fiveisnumber1 !!!!! oh my gosh
Kenny’s Birthday - A Timeless Side Piece
“GET DOWN!” You yelled
Gunfire rang out in the bowling alley as screams echoed throughout the building. Kenny dove behind the bowling ball shelves along with his friends. Catching a glimpse around the corner of the shelf he saw his mom run out of the building with all the other patrons. 
“Thanks mom…” Kenny mumbled
Looking around all that was left was himself, his friends, and the remaining members of the Umbrella Academy. This was not how Kenny expected to spend his birthday. Granted, having his birthday party at a bowling alley was in no way his idea. His ideal birthday would be getting drunk with his friends and play just dance at Dean’s house but obviously that wasn’t happening. Kenny wasn’t expecting both the world to end and to be getting shot at in a bowling alley but it was better than the actual party he had been having. As the Umbrella Academy fought back against the gunmen, Kenny gathered in a circle with his friends. 
“We gotta stop them,” Addison says
Kenny agreed with that. Not only would it be the first really fun thing he’s done on his birthday but he couldn’t just let these guys run around with guns shooting at people. You’ve all done this before, it would be no big deal. Kenny looked towards you as the leader of the group to hear what you had to say.
“Not this time.” You command firmly
Not this time? Kenny didn’t understand. You had never backed down from a fight before.
“We’ve fought gunmen before on multiple occasions, we can handle these guys.” Lucas states
“No!” You shouted “These are not just some run-of-the-mill criminals. These bastards are trained assassins. They will kill you without hesitation and I will not have that.”
There was an emotion in your voice that he had never heard before. Fear. You were scared for them, for their lives. The world was falling apart and you were worried about them. Kenny and the rest of the group all looked at each other, acknowledging the same thing. This was a non-negotiable situation. Everyone looked back at you as the gunfire rained over you all. Kenny noticed as Dean stared at you, the look of worry for you on his face was reminiscent of the time you were in a coma. If anyone in the group knew what you were thinking it was him, and he didn’t look happy.
“What’s the plan?” Dean asks
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aidosaur · 2 months ago
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I was so honored to be asked by Small Press Expo to illustrate the cover of this year's program guide! 30 panels for 30 years! 🎉
SPX is September 14 & 15 in Bethesda, MD! I'll be there with @ananthhirsh at table H7! Hope to see you there! 
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starssaroundmyscarssblog · 6 months ago
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𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄, 𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋
pairing: teen!noel gallagher x fem!oc (fern gibson <3)
summary: in which noel tries not to get jealous over someone who he knows he shouldn't be worried about, and fern gets high for the first time to soothe the blow
word count: 2.92k
warnings: smoking, swearing, sexual references, mentions of past relationships with people who are now in a position of authority,
PART TWO IS HERE
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noel was fucking fuming.
he tapped out the butt of his cigarette against the low pillars of the gates, grumbling and crushing it under his shoe. the bell had gone ten minutes ago, and there was still no sign of fern emerging from the brick building. noel was about to light up another and he drew a cigarette out of the packet with his teeth as his other hand reached into his jacket pocket for a lighter.
chesc and eloise emerged from around the corner, giggling behind their hands as they walked down the road to the bus stop. before they managed to cross, noel whistled out of the corner of his mouth and he beckoned the girls over when they looked up at the noise.
"have yous seen fern anywhere?"
chesc shook her head, "sorry, no. i can't remember what she had last."
he muttered again and was about to spin around on his heel to leave, thinking that waiting by her car would be a better idea. eloise pulled a crumpled piece of paper out of her pocket before he could leave, though. she adjusted her glasses onto her nose. "yeah, that's it. she's had philosophy."
"oh." noel nodded. then upon his second drag after offering it over to eloise, "ah. that does sound familiar now you say. how long d'you think she'll be?"
"anyone's guess. i'm sure they'd let you wait inside for her if you want."
he could have laughed at the notion. "nah, you're all righ'. your, er," he gestured down the road, "the bus is here if that's useful for ya."
eloise made an angry grab at his hand and pulled it closer to her mouth for one last, final drag and she exhaled slowly. "c'mon you," chesc pulled at the sleeve of her blazer, "if we don't hurry up all of the good seats'll be gone."
both girls crossed the road and chorused out "bye, noel" over their shoulders. then, just his luck as the last embers of his cigarette died out on his finger tips, fat drops of rain fell one by one from the rolling grey clouds. he dropped the butt out of mild shock and out of irritancy he hiked his shoulders up to his ears and walked through the gates.
he hadn't ever been too far into fern's school, only really up to the top of the stairs where they sometimes sat together during her lunch break in the summer term. noel pushed forwards through the open doors, sidling up to the reception desk where the receptionist was staring down rather intently at a form requesting absence during term time.
noel cleared his throat. "'ello." he said, tapping his knuckles awkwardly on the desk, "i'm looking for fern gibson. she's, er, late for her driving lesson." he hoped his lie would work.
the receptionist clicked her pen and held it from one end in her claw-like fingers, using it to push his hands away. "her last class of the day was philosophy with mr watson. however if she's not there i'm afraid i can't help you as it is technically after school hours."
"right . . . thanks?" noel remained rooted to the spot.
"will that be everything?" she asked, sighing heavily as she looked up once again from the document, expecting his to have gone.
"no, could you tell me which classroom it was? just in case she's there."
"h7, up the stairs and all the way down the corridor, take a left and then three rights. you'll see it, can't be missed."
noel's feet propelled him down the languages corridor off the main hall and away from the receptionist. he traipsed up the stairs and was beginning to feel increasingly uncomfortable in the environment. it was all polished wooden floors and high ceilings, long windows with even longer curtains and framed pictures as far as the eye could see.
he tried to imagine fern walking around between classes, sitting at desks and listening intently; it wasn't a hard task. what was tricky, though, was trying to see her walking around his catholic secondary school, sans blazer and clearly out of her depth amongst the sort of people who flocked through the blue gates every morning.
instead he could see fern perched in window sills along corridors with eloise and chesc, whispering to each other and talking about their weekend plans. at some point he hoped fern would talk about him, perhaps what film she'd forced him to watch or how nice he could actually be when he felt like the world and its mother wasn't watching him.
right at the end of the second right turn was the sports corridor, and noel's attention was dragged away from daydreaming about fern to looking at the glossy pictures secured behind hand-crafted frames. football teams were lined up next to newspaper clippings and cut outs from scoresheets at inter-school competitions.
in one about tennis, where a year eleven had won out in a city-based championship, there was a picture of a twelve year old girl running frantically across the court. noel recognised the name, lottie reid, because liam had come home one day swearing blind she was the squarest girl he'd ever met.
he complained as he kicked the football at the wall, complained as he was forced to sit at the dinner table and complete his spelling homework, and complained as he and noel were brushing their teeth much later that evening.
further along and finally in the corridor after the third right turning, were copied and framed prize-winning essays written by students. he saw something fern had written about the reformation, an essay by the girl she hated, jessica, about the harrying of the north, and something eloise had written about pride within 'othello'.
the door of h7 appeared halfway along, and noel breathed out a sigh of relief when he saw the back of fern's head through the sliver of glass. his relief was short lived however, when he noticed fern was leaning closer to talk over the desk towards a student teacher.
something in him clicked then, his beaten up leather jacket and scuffed trainers weighing heavily on his shoulders and feet in a school he shouldn't ever have been anywhere near. noel knocked on the door and regretted it as soon as he did, though fern's face breaking out into a wide smile when she turned and saw him settled an unease lurking at the back of his mind.
she walked steadily over to the door and opened it, pulling him in with a hand around his arm. "noel!" if his reluctancy wasn't obvious by his slow steps then he didn't know how he was going to tell fern, without grabbing her by the shoulders and telling it to her face, how he was increasingly uncomfortable and wanted to leave as soon as possible.
he stood near the door and cast his eyes around the room, much bigger than any class than he could remember at barlow r.c. there were desks placed two by two, covered in ink stains and spills running through the knots of wood on the surface. fern's place, in the middle of the room, was obvious. her blazer was draped over the back and she'd hooked her bag over her chair delicately.
noel looked at her looking intently at her teacher who looked vaguely familiar. fern was nodding and humming, occasionally pointing her pen at something she agreed with before writing it down at the end of her essay. he tapped his fingers against his thigh in impatience, looking at the hands of the clock inch further round the numbers, and noel wished he wouldn't ever start thinking that looking at fern was boring.
there was a slight smudge of eyeliner out of place from where she'd rubbed at it. behind her ear was a pink bruise blossoming into a deeper shade of mauve, and noel knew there was a matching one on the back of her calf. right on the tip of her chin was a dash of pen in the colour he knew eloise used. her nails drummed rhythmically on the back of her refill pad in a constant meter. fern's leg was bouncing up and down in a tell that noel knew meant she was impatient to leave.
"but i think that's everything for you there, fern, so if you get the chance to add some improvements leave it on my desk monday morning and i'll get it back to you as soon as i can."
noel nearly let out an audible sigh of relief as fern started to pack her things away into her bag. she winked at him as she pulled her blazer on and hiked the straps of her bag higher up her shoulder. "thanks, sir. sorry to keep you."
he followed fern as she walked closer to noel, wrapping her hand over his wrist in preparation to drag him out of the classroom. "no no, it's no trouble at all miss gibson. i'm here whenever you need me."
it was noel who was ready to grab fern and run then, when her teacher, who's face had just been connected to a name in his mind, left his hand on her shoulder. he hoped she wouldn't blush. a light tinge flooded from fern's nose and she cleared her throat to rush out a thank you before wrenching the door open and shutting it firmly behind her.
she looked at noel guiltily, and avoided his stern gaze by pretending to pat her pockets down for something. "don't even start i'm not in the mood for it," she said and shot off down the corridor without another look behind her.
fern marched around corners and down the large stair case. she shoved open the doors to the school with her shoulder, leaving just enough time for noel to grab them and slip out behind her. the receptionist had gone home, leaving half-completed paperwork abandoned on the desk.
it was still raining when fern reached her car, and her hand slipped from the handle when she tried too hard too quickly to open it. when noel eventually caught up with her, fern was leaning diagonally with her forehead planted against the roof of her car, bag hanging open on her shoulder.
noel gently took her car keys from her hand and opened the car for her, feeling like he was folding her up and unravelling her in the drivers seat. fern slumped forwards and lay, rather dramatically, over the steering wheel as noel sat in awkward silence. he began to shuffle through the cassette tapes he'd filled the glovebox with in an effort to distract himself from fern's theatrical display of emotion.
eventually, fern slowly fixed herself upright. "sorry," she sighed, "i didn't know he was coming back. really."
when fern pulled onto her driveway, rather quickly sending her and noel jolting sideways, she was still arguing with him. "i'm telling you, i didn't know he'd come back." she unlocked the front door and stormed up the stairs, and noel heard a crash he assumed was her school bag being thrown into a corner of her room.
"that's not what i care about, fern, and ye fucking know it." noel yelled back, hanging his jacket over the banister at the foot of the stairs. she blazed past him still in her uniform and beelined for the kitchen. noel followed her, ignoring her setting up her notebook on the breakfast bar. he stood on the other side of the counter, arms folded over his chest.
fern glared up at him, pen held so tightly her knuckles were turning white. "well then what is it you do care about, noel?"
"that you didn't tell me when he did come back. you know i can't fuckin stand him and you never even thought to pissin' tell me!" he argued back, fighting the urge to grab the essay fern had written, that was covered in his handwriting, in both hands and tear it apart.
she scoffed behind her hand. "like that would have gone well."
noel pulled his head up to look right at her. fern had her eyes cast down to where she was re-writing parts of her homework onto a blank piece of paper, chin balanced on her hand as her eyebrows raised in anticipation for his response. he could hear her smirk and when she let out a little scoff and mumbled "thought so" noel opened the french doors and stepped out onto the patio.
fern watched out of the corner of her eye as he brushed down one of the chairs from the set of patio furniture and lit up a cigarette. against her better judgement, fern stared at the flex of his vein as noel clicked his lighter a few times, tucking it into his pocket once the cigarette he held in his lips caught the flame.
she tried to look at her essay and really take in the feedback she'd gotten from mr watson, but the glint in his eye when he told fern that noel was shuffling about outside the classroom kept her mind away from school work. outside, noel reached out to tap the end of his cigarette out in the ash tray abandoned in the middle of the table, but when he noticed fern shuffle her chair slightly closer to the doors noel moved his hand to the side.
fern was out of her chair and right infront of him faster than he could blink. "do you mind not tapping it out on the actual table? there's an ash tray for a reason."
"thought you were too busy reading what hugo's written specially."
if anyone else had spoken to her like that, noel would have expected fern to flounce away with a sharp turn of her heel. instead all he did was simply hold out the cigarette to her. she put her hand out to take it from him but noel only gestured with his head for her to sit down next to him. eyeing him cautiously, fern sank into the chair and leaned closer.
noel lifted up the cigarette to her lips and fern took a long drag, exhaling heavily. "come on. i'm really sorry."
"yeah, i know."
it wasn't that noel didn't like hugo (it really was, he fucking hated the cunt), it was more the fact that fern had a thing with him before he left to become a teacher. hugo was a year older than fern and noel, and while noel didn't associate with anyone or anywhere related to st augistine's day and boarding school, it left him with an uneasy feeling of dread whenever fern or her friends would mention her old boyfriend around him.
he had trouble with saying the words 'i'm sorry' even to fern, so offering her the rest of his cigarette was the next best thing. noel watched her cheeks hollow as she took the last three drags, and patted his knee when felix came streaking around from the side of the garden shed to preen around his legs. the small cat hopped up onto noel's lap and settled there, contently purring away, until a bird landed in the middle of the garden.
felix dug his claws in and pounced, using noel as a spring board and, not looking back at the small "fuck" that sent fern's eyebrows raising into her fringe, stretched his small body out for the bird that fluttered away as quickly as it had landed.
as felix settled into the middle of the garden, stalking away into the bushes to claw his way up the trees where the birds were chirping eagerly, noel thought enough time had passed to allow him to broach the question to fern. "are you still okay to drop me off at mike's tonight?"
she hummed. "i was thinking of coming with you, actually."
"that'll be-" noel had half-risen from his chair and remained so still it was like he'd been paused. "what?"
fern looked at him, feigning confusion. "last night, you said i could come with you if i wanted to."
"ha, um, look fern i wasn't really thinking perfectly straight when i said that." she pulled the same face at him that she'd done the night before. the one she made right before she pulled him into her room after mrs gibson had let him in through the front door, and pushed him down onto the middle of her bed only for fern to get halfway through palming him through his trousers when she declared she had homework to do.
upon recollection, in his haze of fleeting pleasure, there was a slight chance that noel had let the question slip. the look in fern's eye was far too much to take even for him, and he would have given in there and then if it wasn't for the chance that one of her neighbours could look out of their window to see a pair of teenagers getting it on in her parent's garden.
if anything, noel knew he had to make up for his overreaction to fern choosing, probably for the better because he knew he could be a miserable cunt at the best of times, not to tell him about hugo watson. he sighed and led her back inside, only to ask if he could use the phone.
"fine, you can come. but none of this prissy princess bullshit, and don't smoke, eat or drink anything that i don't give directly to you."
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hanro50 · 2 months ago
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Data report V97
Author: Captain Veginine
Unknowns warped into varicose space one cycle prior. A deligate was sent to greet the unknowns, which ended in a firefight. One A class scout ship, V1969-Thunder, was reduced to warm plasma and another 2 ships. Including V7099-Beetroot, a B class scout, and V77120-sunrizer, an S class cruiser, sustained critical damage. Both made crash landing on V99.
V99 was attacked, and the varicose on the surface died when the unknown force....glassed the planet. We asked for aid, the Planta were unable to survive in varicose space. So, unfortunately, they couldn't do much. Humans were hesitant. The fractured diplomatic structure of their species soon locked up in an internal squabble. This was until V76 was glassed.
V76 contained an embassy. More accurately, a human embassy. Humans, despite their seemingly brutish love for war, valued their diplomatics. The unknown threat just succeeded in killing an entire assembly of them who were stationed their with their mates and children.
On the part of the attackers, this was a mistake... a grave mistake....gravitational waves were felt across the entire cluster as H1-7-BFK-FUP landed out of jump space. A panetoid colony, designation H7, encased in a battle ship with 9 jump drives lining the surface.
As soon as the sensors came back online, we noticed that H1-7-BFK-FUP was charging up its main fleet of weaponry. Our engineers scrambled to power down every sensor array still active in the hole of varicose space. We knew what came next.
The combatants who foolishly tried to attack H1-7-BFK-FUP didn't. Their death was instant. A bright beam ripped through their shields and reduced their fleet to plasma. The ships that missed the beam were soon destroyed by secondary kinetics. Namely, a set of 300 tungsten rods thrown through jump space.
We sent one radio broadcast to H1-7-BFK-FUP. "Temper temper"
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seat-safety-switch · 1 year ago
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There's a sort of cosmic unfairness to the idea that you need to have a garage in order to effectively own shitbox cars. A garage almost always comes with a house, and a house requires its own maintenance. Maintenance that takes you away from your car. That's a huge bummer. It's nowhere near as much fun fixing leaks on garage doors as it is to fix leaks in your oilpan.
Naturally, I try to do as little maintenance as possible to the home in which I live. Legally, it would be incorrect to refer to it as "my" home, as my attorney informs me that I should try to maintain the illusion that my landlord is still alive for as long as possible. Squatter's rights are great and all, but eventually the bill collectors are going to come looking for me if they cotton on to the fact that he disappeared under mysterious circumstances, which I am pretty sure is the name of a town in Illinois.
That said, you still need to fix up your place once in awhile if you want it to serve the important task of storing all your hoarded car parts. What, you thought I kept my cars in here? No. These old batteries and bent steel wheels are worth more than any of my cars. Much more, even in aggregate. If any of them got wet, then I'd have to immediately drive very fast to the recycler to get rid of them, which would very much reduce any leverage I have when negotiating my payment. You want to seem cool and aloof when you roll up to We Don't Ask Questions Metals, and frantically powersliding into the lot with some dramatically sparking 25-year-old lead-acids undermines that entire thing.
All this is to explain why the roof of my garage is now three or four layers of tarps, duct-taped together. You might think that you recognize these tarps as being the ones on the construction site down the road, but such an accusation is ridiculous. Why would I do such a brazen, stupid theft, when the very construction workers affected drive by my house every day? Maybe because their own fancy trucks have batteries, and they'd have to stop to read off the address number written on the side of the building? That's a very good guess. Maybe you'd like a Group H7 battery, fresh out of the front of an F-250 King Ranch, for your observational skills. Just don't put it in the corner over there. It's gotten a little wet.
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sh0rt-insomniac · 9 months ago
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obc chess game breakdown (?)
well, welcome to the breakdown of the falsettos obc chess game that absolutely no one asked for but i think i'm onto something !!
ALSO, i know nothing about chess so if nothing makes sense that's why :-)
SO !! a little fact that is far from my interpretation is that chess is used for many things in the musical like a metaphor for love, another metaphor but for Marvin and Whizzer's relationship, normal chess, and so on but for now i'll be focusing mostly on it being normal chess and a bit on Marvin and Whizzer's relationship so bare with me because this is going to be chaotic
even though it's technically the same musical, the obc and the 2016 revival are two completely different things, and a very good way to compare them is the chess game
(and in case anyone actually reads this, none of this means that one version is better than the other, i just want to point out the differences because i have free will and too much free time, i adore both versions, this is just me infodumping)
first, the revival
for the 2016 version, (specifically for the chess game) they lean a bit more on the looks of it, sort of trying to match the same minimalistic vibe that the cube gives (shoutout to the Rockwell Group because i adore their stage design but moving on...)
for instance, they simplify the actual game to more of a choreography:
Whizzer begins with the white, holding the king but not actually moving anything, and after Marvin insists he moves the pawn in h2 to h4
Marvin mirrors his move with his own pawn, moving h7 to h5
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after that, Whizzer takes the queen and leaves it in the middle of the board, not really playing anymore, and after that they just move everything around, Whizzer takes Marvin's king and the "game" is over
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OH but for the obc... that's when stuff gets a bit more interesting, because they're actually playing
this time Marvin begins with the white pieces and by the time they begin to sing he already moved the pawn in e2 to e4
Whizzer responds by tidying his side of the board for a little while, before being pressured by Marvin to move, so he moves the horse from b8 to c6 
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Whizzer doesn't seem to pleased with his move, so they re-start
he flips the board so now he has the white pieces and it's his turn to begin
Marvin tells him exactly what to do, and he moves the same pawn Marvin moved as HIS first move
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Marvin responds by moving the pawn directly in front of that one (e7 to e5)
the next move is Marvin telling Whizzer to move the bishop on f1 to c4
after that they just move random pieces and whizzer "wins"
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so, i was thinking, and the 3 moves they actually make can be found in a very basic strategy called "scholar's mate", being, according to google, one of the first checkmates people learn when playing chess
so, why do I think this justifies my rant?
well, for many things, but for my and everyone else's sake i'll just say 2 of them
1. the fact that Marvin was using this strategy and recycled it for Whizzer when they changed the board, for me, represents that part of Marvin that swears he's smarter than he actually is-
-because if he was as smart as he thinks, why would he be using such a basic strategy? and why was he instructing Whizzer... to win?
because the way he is directing the game would mean that, eventually, Whizzer would win even if they hadn't given up
but also, the fact that Marvin kept directing the white pieces like he would win by doing that makes sense
the obc makes a clear comparison with marvin and the white pieces (specially the king) more than once
Marvin is all about control, power, being "the man" in his relationships, that's represented with the white pieces, with him making his first move before the song has even started
so when Whizzer flips the board, takes control, doesn't allow himself to be controlled by Marvin, he doesn't know what to do
he keeps playing like he normally would, keeps controlling, not realizing that this will end better for Whizzer than him
but that said, moving on to thing 2
2. their relationship during the first act was always destined to fail, and the way i see it, it's marvin's fault 
we already established that Whizzer would win anyway, either because Marvin (initially) agreed to let him win or because of the strategy they were following, so that said, Marvin would've been pissed anyway
if he controls Whizzer but it turns out better for him then it's Whizzer's fault, but if Whizzer decides to take action and not let himself be controlled by Marvin, then it's also Whizzer's fault
it was destined to end they way it did, it doesn't matter what Whizzer did, Marvin would've never been happy, and if Marvin isn’t happy, no one else can be
SO WE REACHED THE END !!
thank you to anyone who read this absolute shitshow
i had this idea because i’m doing a project about this so it’s been floating around my brain for a little while
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damn that was long
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mynameismckenziemae · 10 months ago
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She's a Fire-Chapter XXVII
Forever
Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x OFC/Reader (no use of y/n)
Chapter summary: Bradley surprises you…in more ways than one.
(previous chapter here, epilogue here)
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Warnings: smut 18+ MDNI, ass play, oral (m receiving), p in v,
The second half of the summer flies by, especially with the squad is deployed halfway through August. The plan was they were supposed to be back the week before Sunny and Bob’s wedding.
It was now the Thursday before and still no word from any of them. They hadn’t been allowed their phones at all so the last 4 weeks had been awful not being able to communicate in any way with Bradley.
Thankfully Bob had been granted leave and arrived a few days ago, but over half the wedding party wasn’t in Minnesota yet.
You’d flown in with Sunny a few days prior to help, but with everything done that could be, Sunny insisted you pick up your parents from the airport.
You people watch as you wait, smiling at the sweet reunions in front of you. Unexpected tears spring to your eyes as you watch an older gentleman hand his wife a bouquet of flowers and draw her into a hug. You giggle as he reaches down to cop a feel of her butt while he presses a kiss to her lips. She pulls away and smacks his chest with a blush, but smiles.
You have a feeling that’ll be you and Bradley in 40 years.
Absence had done nothing make your heart grow fonder and you realized how head over heels you really were. Not only did you want him to be there for the wedding, you miss him. You miss the way he makes you laugh, how he draws you to him in the middle of the night, the songs he sings so sweetly to Lola, and definitely the sex, but also the intimacy.
Your phone pings, a text from your mom.
Mom: We just landed. They changed the gate so we’re coming in H7 now.
Rowan: Sounds good, I’ll meet you there as soon as I can.
Laura: Can’t wait!
Rowan: Me either 😘
You smile and make your way over.
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You wave as they come down the escalator, and are wrapped up in both of their arms a minute later.
“I’ve missed you guys so much!” You murmur, giving them both another squeeze before pulling away. You saw them for an extended weekend in April but that was it since Christmas.
“Missed you too hun,” your mom sniffs, voice full of tears.
“We brought someone else you’re probably missing,” your dad smiles, gently tugging your ponytail like he did when you were a kid.
Your heart stutters in your chest when you turn to see Bradley smiling.
Your own tears begin to fall as he wraps you in his arms. “When did-how did…what?” You ask, face pressed against his chest.
“We got in last night, Sunny wanted to surprise you. Flying in with your parents was just a coincidence. Caught up with them in Denver.”
“I’m so glad you’re here. When’s everyone else coming?”
“Right now,” Nat says from behind you, pulling you into a hug next. “Your dad’s hot, Row,” she whispers before releasing you.
You shake your head, laughing at her and hug Jake next, followed by the rest of the crew.
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Sunny: So were you surprised?
Rowan: Yes. You’re lucky you’re getting married or I’d be mad at you. I was freaking out.
Sunny: Lolol sorry
Rowan: No you’re not. Was Bob in on this?
Sunny: I’m totally not. He was…but only because I made him.
Rowan: Naughty girl. I should tell him to spank you for it.
Sunny: Please do?
You laugh. She thought it would be a good idea to refrain from having sex for a month so their wedding night would be “special”. Bob wasn’t keen on the idea but agreed. Sunny was fine while he was deployed but has been a hot mess since he arrived a few days ago. Even more so that Bob wasn’t giving in to her.
“All set?” Bradley asks as he gets in the driver’s seat of your rental from putting his bag in the back. Your parents and everyone else were sorting out the rental cars and meeting Sunny, Bob, and their families in 45 minutes at a restaurant nearby.
You don’t say anything, instead, leaning over the console to capture his lips. It quickly turns heated as you lick into his mouth.
“Fuck, there’s probably cameras everywhere,” he pants, pulling off your lips as your hand creeps up his thigh.
“You’re probably right,” you agree. “We better go.”
He’s barely out of the parking lot before you’re palming him. “What are you—oh,” he inhales sharply as you pull his cock from his jeans.
“There’s no cameras on the road though,” you murmur against his neck as you stroke him.
Okay, there probably is but thankfully it’s dark enough now that passersby’s and cameras won’t be able to see anything.
“You don’t have to—fuckkk,” he grunts, head thumping back against the headrest as you pull him into your mouth, flicking his frenulum with your tongue. His hand reaches to grip your ponytail, guiding your head up and down. You moan and his grip tightens at the vibration he feels in his balls.
“You’re…you feel so good, baby. I-ha! I’m not gonna last,” he breathes. “Where do you want me to…?”
“Mmm,” you hum, tightening your lips and swallowing around him.
“Yeah…yeah okay, just like tha—ohhh,” he groans as he cums in your mouth. You swallow it greedily and tuck him back into his pants just as you arrive at the restaurant.
“Fuck, Row,” he chuckles breathlessly as he shifts into park. “C’mere.”
He leans over for another kiss, shivering when he tastes himself on your tongue.
A knock on the window startles you apart. “Come on lovebirds, everyone’s here,” Natasha says, laughing as she and Jake pass.
“I can’t wait to get back to the hotel and return the favor, over and over again. I’m gonna pretend I’m looking at something under the hood until this goes down,” he murmurs, looking pointedly at his groin. He’s hard again. “Don’t really wanna walk in with a hard-on.”
You laugh and peck his lips before going inside.
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He keeps true to his word once back at the hotel.
First, he throws your legs over his shoulders and devours you against the door. Then again in the shower with the detachable shower head; your legs nearly give out when he kneels behind you and tongues your other hole at the same time. He finally gives in to your pleading and pushes into you after you fall into bed, loving you slow but steady.
“I love you…” he pants against your lips as he thrusts his hips faster, finally chasing his own release, “…so much.”
He grinds his hips against yours as pumps you full and kisses you, swallowing your cries as he triggers another orgasm.
You feel boneless as Bradley cleans you up and climbs in behind you, holding you so tightly against him, like he’s afraid you’ll drift away if he doesn’t. Soon you both drift off to sleep.
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The next day passes quickly with decorating, massages, and a nail appointment followed by the rehearsal and dinner after. It’s after 1 AM when Bradley nudges you awake from the car to bring you to bed.
Your alarm startles you awake a few hours later. You press a kiss to his forehead before getting in the shower.
You feel his presence from behind as you rinse the shampoo from your hair.
He gathers your clean hair and pulls it to the side so he can kiss your neck.
10 minutes later your front is pressed gassing the glass door of the shower as Bradley fucks into you with deep, steady strokes.He brings your hand to hold the shower head he directed on your clit and brings his fingers back to brush over your other hole.
“I want to take you here soon,” he pants, pressing a wet finger in. “Can I? I’ll make it so good for you, baby.”
“Yessss,” you mewl, “I’ve been using the bigger plug when I play to get ready for you.”
His hips stutter as he chokes, “Good-good girl.”
You cry out as your orgasm rushes over into you at his praise. He works you through it, pulling out when your body relaxes, giving himself a few pulls to finish on your ass.
“I wanted to finish inside you, but I figured it wouldn’t go well with your silky dress,” he pants, forehead resting on your shoulder.
“You’re probably right. Never thought of that,” you laugh breathlessly. “Thank you.”
He hums and kisses your shoulder before pumping conditioner into his hand and coating the ends of your hair the way you like.
“You’re so good to me,” you whisper, tears filling your eyes as he bends to wash your feet a few minutes later.
He smiles, pecking a kiss on your knee and rising to help you rinse. “You’re so good to me. Love you, Row.”
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“Don’t you look all freshly fucked and glowy,” Sunny rolls her eyes sullenly when you walk into the venue.
You laugh. “I’m sorry?”
“Yeah yeah,” she sighs, trying not to smile as you hand her the coffee you and Natasha had picked up.
“Happy wedding day!” You smile, wrapping her in a big hug. “I’m sure Bob will make it up to you tonight,” you whisper since his sister isn’t too far away.
“He better,” she sighs, taking a drink. “Thank you. Holy shit, I’m getting married today.”
“Yep. You are. Let’s get you ready.”
Tears of laughter and tears of happiness are shed throughout the morning while getting ready. Even more flow as she steps out of the dressing room after her mom. She looks stunning in her form-fitting, dropped-sleeved ivory gown. Her hair is pinned into a loose updo with her natural curly texture.
Several photos are taken with the bridesmaids and then you’re free to relax before the ceremony begins. Your phone buzzes as you wait for the ceremony to begin and Sunny gets some individual ones taken.
Bradley: Can’t wait to see you. I already know you look gorgeous. 😍
Rowan: Right back ‘atcha handsome. See you soon. 😘
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“I’ll see you at the end of the aisle. Just keep your eyes on Bobby, okay? Love you so much,” you whisper as you hug Sunny behind the doors of the ceremony hall.
“Love you more. Thank you for everything.” She murmurs back, giving you a big squeeze before releasing you.
Then it’s your cue.
You have to swallow the lump that’s forming in your throat as you lock eyes with Bradley, who’s blinking rapidly to keep his own tears from falling as you walk towards the front. You meet Bob’s nervous gaze as you walk past him, giving him a wink. He winks back and visibly relaxes.
Bob’s nieces and Steve are next and break the nervous energy as Steve keeps chasing the petals they drop. He nearly knocks the girls over as he spots Bob and runs to lie down next to him.
The doors open next and Sunny’s mom rises, which signals everyone to do the same.
Sunny is glowing and there’s not a dry eye in the place as Sunny walks to Bob with her dad.
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“I now pronounce to you, Mr. And Mrs. Floyd! You may kiss your bride.”
You kindly wave their sweet pastor out of the shot as Bob does just that.
It was a short but beautiful ceremony; they chose to do the traditional vows as they wrote their own and gifted them to each other beforehand.
“I was right, you look gorgeous Row,” Bradley whispers as he escorts you out.
The rest of the afternoon passes in a blur as you pose for pictures, drink cocktails, eat dinner, and cry your way through your speech. You feel like you can finally breathe once the dance begins.
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Bradley’s heart is pounding under your ear as you sway with him to a slow song. “You okay? Your heart is racing.”
“Yeah, just warm. I think I’m gonna get some air,” he replies, pressing a kiss to your forehead as the song ends.
“I’ll come with-,” you start, but are interrupted by the DJ playing Beyoncé’s Single Ladies.
“Next up is the bouquet toss. If you don’t have a ring on it, head to the dance floor.”
“Come on, Row! That’s you.” Sunny says, pulling you back out.
“Alright, alright!” You laugh, letting her place you front and center.
“Let’s help Mrs. Floyd count down. 3, 2, 1!”
Sunny fakes a throw and then turns, nodding to the DJ then locking eyes with you as she walks over.
Realization sets in as you hear Elvis start to sing ‘Can’t Help Falling in Love’.
Sunny has tears in her eyes as she smiles, handing you the bouquet. “Turn around.”
You feel light-headed as she turns your shoulders and steps around to join Bob and the small group of your friends and family behind Bradley, who’s down on one knee holding a beautiful, familiar-looking ring.
Tears immediately begin to spill over.
“Rowan, I-“ he hesitates, so nervous trying to find the right words. “Will you marry-“
A deafening cheer goes up as you nod, sobbing, “Yes!” as he wraps you in a hug.
You can’t seem to stop crying as you’re bombarded with well wishes and congratulations.
Sunny pulls you aside as your dad draws Bradley in for a hug, saying something that has Bradley wiping a tear as he pulls back.
“Why don’t you and Bradley go take a breather?” Sunny murmurs as she takes you aside.
“Yeah? Okay. Are you sure you’re okay with all of this? It’s your special day…”
“It was my idea! Well, kind of. Bradley was going to take you somewhere and propose over his birthday but the deployment threw a wrench in his plans. I told him he should do it tonight since your parents were gonna be here too.”
A fresh wave of tears flow as you hug her again.
“You’re the best friend I could’ve asked for. I love you.”
“I love you too. Now go!” She grins, smacking you on the ass.
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You pull Bradley to a storage closet a few doors down.
“There was so much I wanted to say to you, and I hope you’re okay with me proposing here, Sunny and Bob were excited about it, I just-“ Bradley rambles, but you cut him off with a kiss.
“Baby, it was perfect. You’re perfect,” You sigh kissing him again.
“So everyone knew?” You ask when you finally pull away.
“Yeah pretty much. I can’t believe no one spoiled it. I’d asked your dad for permission at Christmas and-“
“Wait. At Christmas? That was like 3 months after we started dating?” You interrupt.
“Yeah,” he smiles, wiping another one of your stray tears. “I already knew then that you were the one.”
He brings you to his chest as you hiccup and sways you both to the muted music coming through the door. He rubs his finger over the ring. “Do you like it? It’s my mom’s. I had it dipped in white gold since I’ve never seen you wear yellow gold.”
Your chest tightens. “Oh my God, Bradley. That’s why it looks so familiar. It’s beautiful. I would have worn it happily either way!”
“I know, but Mom would’ve wanted you to have something you like though.”
“Well I love it, and I love you.”
“I love you too.” He replies, kissing the top of your head.
The end(ish).
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A/N: Don’t freak out! There’s still an epilogue coming!
Also…my inbox is open and I’ve only gotten one ask so far so if there’s anything you want me to address in the epilogues get them in now.
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malkaleh · 11 months ago
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I really want to do my end of year sappiness post right now so I am going to do it. This year. This year, this year was the year that the fact that I made it is something I have to talk about it, because honestly I wasn’t sure between everything. And in the trauma (the activated Jewish Trauma Genre), in the hate I have also found love. Am Yisrael Chai. We live. I live.
Which is why I have to first send my love to my Jewish Mutuals/Friends and to Jumblr - @cephalopodvictorious @captainlordauditor and just, every one of my Jewish Mutuals and people who have sent kind words. Who have made me, a patrilineal mizrahi jewish woman reconnecting with her heritage and faith because of abuse feel Jewish enough to go to Synagogue.
This year was, despite everything the year I reconnected with old friends (shout to my friends in physical space - E, R, C and C), I took an art class, I swam more, I wrote a bunch of words, I found my love of art again and discovered that I might, might be good at it, I even asked for things like gifts even though it’s Terrifying.
To my saatis. My sisters. My chosen family. Thank you for everything - the phone calls you let me schedule, the chats and the wise words and the blorbos and from some of you the in person hugs (there will be more I will offer hugs to and I will also hug again). @shes-a-voodoo-child @bibliothekara @wheresonichedgehogwnt @pearlsthatwereeyes @star-anise @notabuddhist @kawuli lemonsharks @maevedarlings @ruffboijuliaburnsides @taibhsearachd @blackeyedgirl-writes @armyofthedaegiloth @strangeetudes @findingfeather
@bessemerprocess @sarking @jesidres @kshandra @amadistuff FRIENDS. FRIENDS. Love you to the moon and back - and we are here. We are here.
And @geeoharee - The Sherlock Content <3.
To the Pocket Friends Who Have/Are Becoming(If It’s okay obviously!) Become Friends: @rahabs whose kindness I will never ever forget. To @theladyelizabeth who patiently answers my questions about all kinds of Tudors Things and who is like, The Best. To @nocompromise-noregrets for Ellie, for answering archives questions and just in general. To @gen-is-gone - a saati in the making, holder of correct Doctor Who Opinions forever. To @herawell - the bravest when scared, indulges my OT3 verse. To @miabicicletta - one of the best fic writers, so generous and kind and whose comments make my entire day. @eidetictelekinetic - my favourite Tudors Fic Writer is my Friend Now and is awesome.
@jkthinkythoughts <333333.
@lorata - whose worldbuilding leaves me in awe and who is just, frankly absolutely great.
@isagrimorie because CORRECT DOCTOR WHO AND BEST META
@feuillesmortes for never failing to make me think, to post beautiful poetry and for the best H7/EOY sources and for always, above all being kind.
@hoursofreading @becauseforoncethisisme (special shout out to you <3) @disredspectful (oh my gosh your words)
@anhaga @goshawke @beatrice-otter @alexseanchai <333333
Also @nurselaney for indulging my Thomas/Mihrimah Content and also the women of the SOE.
@sherwoodknights for Scarlet Pimpernel and also Patrick Gibson feels.
@quillington - for correct Anne Boleyn and Scarlet Pimpernel thoughts and also being The Sweetest.
@lordlykisses - kindness and Taylor Swift. And @cleoselene for Taylor Swift and kind words I will also never forget.
To The Cromwell/James Frain Appreciation Brigade - @uncheckedaggression @reallyginnyf (also a fellow hurt/comfort enjoyer) @cinemaocd - thank you <3.
To all the West Wing Discord People - I adore you. Thank you for being so kind and welcoming and wonderful.
And to all my mutuals. Thank you for bearing with me this year, with so much kindness. I know it’s been A Lot but I have, despite everything felt so so loved.
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harusaku001 · 6 months ago
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let's do one of these
please use the ask box for this! i'm gonna do the art thing since i saw a bunch of people doing it, just hand over a milgram character and request! this is always available and yes you can request victims <3 I WILL NOT BE DOING H1, H2, H7 (100 faces - MagicalPouchOfMagic - twitter or x idfk) (MILGRAM palette - laniemae on tumblr)
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laladellakang · 2 years ago
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their relationship was bound to happen in (almost) every universe, world and reality
happy belated birthday della (and me^^) and happy belated anniversary to my favourite poly couple. this is my longest fic at 5500+ words
"What did you think of the movie?" Jay asked Della, who was the only one who hasn't stated her opinion.
It was one of the rare moments when all the Enha members watched in the cinema together. They were all curious about the most-awarded film that just won best picture at the Academy.
"I didn't think it was gonna be that funny but it was hilarious," Della smiled. "It was hilarious and sad. It was really good. I loved it."
"Anything else?" Jake asked. They could all tell that there was something in her mind.
"I really liked Waymond.. and I cried a few times near the end..." they know her too well. She had more things in mind. "You guys know I didn't watch the new Doctor Strange movie, right?"
"Mm," they have an idea of where it's going.
"What Waymond said in the movie star universe made me cry, first off. But it also made me think..." she played with her fingers. "The multiverse thing is most probably fiction but I really hope that we get to be together in a lot more universes than this one. All eight of us."
"Don't think about it, darling. The multiverse isn't real and I'm sure our relationship would've existed in another universe if it was. Maybe even most of them."
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washington, united states of america
"Shit. I think everyone has formed their groups," Alice mumbled to Della. "Looks like we're the only ones left.. again."
"Seriously?! What about Jen and..." Della frantically turned her head to her other friends. "Fuck, they have eight people."
"One, two, three, four..." she heard Alice count quietly. "Fuck, there are two groups of seven so we have to split."
"Shit..." well that's the price you pay for being friends with everyone so you're not in a specific friend group and only stick with your best friend. "Not lucky this time," she sighed at the thought of being separated from (practically) her other half.
"Yeah..." Alice was still looking around the class. "I just realised one of the available groups is with H7! All seven of them!" Della scrunched her face at the name.
"Please don't call them that, that's cringy as fuck," H7 is what the student body calls this one friend group. All seven students are in the basketball team and are all handsome. Hence the name; Handsome 7. "What about the other one?"
"Is everyone done picking the groups?!" the teacher asked out before Alice could answer.
"Not yet!" Della and Alice said in unison.
"Hurry up, you two. Ethan's group is open, Luke's group is open," great- it's pick your poison.
Either Della gets grouped with a bunch of boys- and H7 at that, or groups with her ex and his 'girl best friend' who never liked her.
"Good luck with H7," Alice whispered in her ear, getting up to sit with Luke's team without a second thought.
Now that's a best friend. Della couldn't help but smile at the thought. 
She grabbed her favourite pen and notebook before heading to where the seven popular boys sat.
She wonders why no one chose to sit here, considering the many fangirls they have. I guess they wanna be with their friends more.
"Sorry to squeeze myself in," she sat on the only empty seat next to number seven. Otherwise known as Will.
Will was always so smiley and friendly to everyone, he doesn't just stick around the popular kids. He's almost like the sunshine of the group. Yet he's a totally different person on the field. He does not play around.
"Not at all," majority of them said.
"Della, right?" number four, Johnny, asked. Johnny is straightforward and mature, somewhat like the leader of the group. Interestingly enough, his looks are quite the opposite. His eyes and fluffy cheeks resemble those of a cat. Absolutely adorable.
Take his smile away and you got yourself a fierce cat.
"Yeah," she smiled softly. "I'm sure you know that I know you all already."
"I'm Jake," number five- okay let's cut out the jersey numbers, cocked his chin up. Jake is known for his insane basketball skills and a real big flirt. Doesn't necessarily play with girls' hearts though. All bark and no bite.
"Ricky," Ricky cloned Jake's head cocking with raised eyebrows. Ricky is really cool. The way he looks, moves, talks, everything. Cool in general but his playfulness comes out within the group. They're all the same age, yet it's almost as if he's the youngest of H7.
"Hi," Della awkwardly said. What else was she supposed to do?
"I'm Will," "Johnny," two of them did the same.
"We've been in the same school for a few years now. I know your names," she chuckled.
"Well I'm Ethan," Ethan brought his hand out for a handshake. While Jake was the flirt, Ethan was the one who's an actual player.
Not really though. From what Della has heard, he treats his past girlfriends like royalty. She suspects that he's just desperate on finding the one... in high school?
"Hi Ethan. I'm Della," she grinned and shook his hand.
"Oh, so Ethan gets a personal 'hi' and a handshake?" Ben had his arms crossed, eyeing their hands with a lazy smirk.
"Hi Ben," her smile stayed as she rolled her eyes. Ben likes to joke around with his friends. Exclusively his friends. Everyone knows how loud and hyper he gets but only a handful of people can make him like that.
"So everyone has a group now right?!" the teacher yelled out again. "I'm going to explain the project!"
"Yes!" some students answered. The class immediately turned quiet to hear the instructions.
"I'm Jay, by the way," the guy across from her leaned in to whisper in her ear. "Nice to meet you, Della."
Della mostly remembers Jay from his parents who helped fund the school. Crazy rich.
Everyone's somewhat rich since they attend the state's top private school. But Jay's family is on another level. Even his uniform looks more expensive.
"Nice to meet you too, Jay," she made the mistake of looking him straight in the eye within close proximity.
He really is handsome. Straight out of a magazine.
"I hope you don't get bored of us. We're really looking forward to doing this project with you," they seem to be stuck in that position.
"Really?" she raised her eyebrows.
"Mhm," Della swallowed at how hot he sounded.
"Ditto."
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seoul, south korea — txt & en- playground
"She's so pretty," Niki giggled to his hyungs.
"She's prettier in real life- how's that possible?" Sunghoon gushed to them quietly too.
"What did I say about talking about this in public?" Heeseung scolded. "People might hear and we haven't even debut yet."
"Easy for you to say. You trained with her so you know what she looks like up close," Jay chuckled.
"Aish- just don't make things so obvious. Stop staring at her."
TXT's Della is one of the country's top visual. Nicknamed 'Korea's Siren', it's no surprise that she has lots of admirers. Even her juniors can't seem to resist her charm.
"Should we talk to them?" Della asked her bandmates. "I feel bad. They keep looking at us but must feel so awkward."
The five other members looked at each other with a knowing look. Time to play wingmen.
"Let's go! But I need to head to the restroom," Yeonjun slightly widened his eyes to the boys, trying to tell them to leave with him.
"Wait! Me too!" "I'm coming!" "I need to go too!" "I need to pee!" they said at the same time.
"What?! Guys don't leave me here!" Della watched them all stand up. "I'm gonna go to the restroom too!" 
"NO No!" the members stopped her.
"You need to keep our seats warm!" Beomgyu tried to think of an excuse.
"But I would need five butts.." Della raised her eyebrows.
"Well..."
"You guys are being weird but I'll listen to you anyway because I trust that what you're planning is something good," she sat back on her seat. "Have fun doing your business guys!" she waved.
"We love you, Della! Trust the process! Please be your cool self!" Kai exclaimed before the five disappeared.
"She's alone!" Jake whispered aggressively to his bandmates.
"Subtlety! Subtlety!" Jungwon reminded when most of the guys turned their head to where she sat.
"Should we go say 'hi'? Say that we're big fans?" despite being a shy group, Enha wishes to do so many things and that includes making the first move.
They already talked earlier. What's so different now?
There's no hiding behind the other TXT members, that's what.
"The Tubatu guys probably did this on purpose," Heeseung mumbled.
"Should we just... go there?" Jay tried to confirm the plan.
"Yeah yeah, let's just-" before they could continue, Sunoo stood up from his seat.
"I'm gonna go grab a snack first. Wait up."
"Hurry back!" Niki called after him. 
Sunoo let out a sigh. He can't believe that every single one of his bandmates took an interest in the girl she's admired since her debut.
He doesn't own her or anything but well technically he liked her first.
Or maybe Heeseung did since they trained together for a bit.
"Don't you like macarons?" Della suddenly joined Sunoo in the snack table.
"Ah that surprised me!" he jumped, placing a hand on his chest. 
And he got even more surprised at the fact that the girl his members were gushing about was standing right there.
"Sorry, sorry," Della held her hand up with an embarrassed smile. She thought that it was the perfect opportunity to talk to the young group; by slowly starting with one member and eventually everyone else.
"Hello!" he quickly bowed.
"Hello," her smile changed to a warm one.
"How did- how did you know I like macarons?" he covered the bottom half of his face.
"I watched I-Land. You ate it in the first episode," she giggled.
Oh my God. She watched I-Land.
"Your cover of Crown was amazing, by the way. Absolutely did it justice," oh my God, she's complimenting me.
"Ahh thank you so much!" he bowed slightly.
"Listen.. I really wanna get to know Enhypen- as friends! Of course!" her voice had slight panic in them. "You guys seem really cool and sweet so..." she started to feel really shy.
"Of course! They really wanted to meet you too," the two looked at the other six and found them staring. They quickly snapped out of it to give her a small bow.
"Cute," she smiled. "I would love to get close- if you!" she stammered. "If you guys don't mind! I know it's risky for male and female idols to be close so..." Sunoo can't help but soften at her words.
He should be slightly jealous at how she wanted to get to know all seven and not just him, yet for some reason, he just felt warmth. Kang Della is interested in them. All of them.
"Don't worry. All seven of us would absolutely love to get close with you."
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riverfield, webtoon world  [dara = sooha]
"Dara! Wait up!" Shion yelled out. 
Dara turned around to find her seven new friends walking towards her.
Or well... more like to the dorms.
"Shion! Hi!" Dara grinned when they caught up to where she was. "Are you all heading to the dorms?"
"Yup! We're about to go and hang in Solon's room though! Would you like to join?" Jino invited enthusiastically.
"Jino!" Solon scolded his friend through their mind-link. "What did I say about getting close to Dara?!"
"That it's an amazing idea to get her to be our friend?" Jaan answered.
"Pfftt.. friend," Noa held back a smirk. "You all act like you don't want more," they knew the youngest was right but didn't want to acknowledge it. Even Noa himself regretted saying it. Now his brothers might think that he doesn't want her.
"Solon's right. Dara shouldn't get mixed up with vampires, it's dangerous," Jakah said, his hesitance evident.
"Guys?" Dara waved her hand with furrowed eyebrows, unaware and unable to hear the vamps' conversation. The action also brought those boys back to what they were initially doing.
"Yes! Yes?" Heli was the first to respond.
"Were none of you listening?" she frowned slightly. There were seven guys there. How did NO ONE pay attention?
"No, I was!" "I was listening!" Shion and Jino said together in panic.
"I was just about to say 'that's great' and 'let's get going then,'" Jaan tried to make it smooth.
"I'm sorry Dara, I spaced out," Noa said, attempting to get points for honesty.
"Noa, how can you space out when Dara's talking?" Shion gasped dramatically.
"Like you weren't lying just now-" the bickering would've gone for longer if Heli didn't cut them off.
"Sure, Dara. Why don't we all walk to your room together and then move to Solon's?" Heli, being the one with actual telepathic abilities, was able to multitask perfectly. He was the only one to catch what Dara said.
'I'm flattered and would love to join, but I actually wanted to give you all a little something. Do you mind if I go over to my room to grab it real quick?'
"She wants to grab something from her room before joining," Heli quickly relayed the message.
"Perfect! Let's head on to Dara's room!" Jino exclaimed. "You coming, Solon?"
Solon's ears practically had steam coming out of them. He wanted to tell his brothers off for being so dumb and smitten over a human.
But it's not like he isn't too.
"I'm coming with. I wanna see what she prepared for us," Jakah intended his mind-link for Solon, showing how the older would be the only one absent.
"Fine," he grumbled before walking ahead of the group a little.
As they were making their way, he could hear his brothers laughing and chatting with Dara, causing him to be in an actual sour mood.
When he looked back once, he found that the girl was standing beside the eldest and grinning up at him.
'She probably only prepared something for Heli,' he internally scoffed. He was unaware of the jealousy he felt.
Yet once they reached her room, his predictions of the girl was oh so wrong.
"Hi! Sorry for the wait, so uhh..." she exited her room with seven small containers at hand. "This is a cream for whenever you get injured. It's supposed to work for everything, it's multipurpose. But if it doesn't work then just come to me and I'll give you something stronger."
She had actually thought about all of them. She noticed the injuries that they sustained during their last battle. 
"Nightball seems very demanding so you might use this up well," she giggled. She still believes that their injuries came from the sport.
Solon watched as she handed everyone their own cream, complete with a handwritten label of their names.
"Actually Solon, do you mind if I put this on for you? Your injury looks really bad," she looked at his forearm with worry. She had saved him for last.
"Yeah, sure," he practically whispered.
The seven boys silently observed as this girl carefully tended to the wound on Solon's arm, and they felt their hearts warming up (more). 
Solon wasn't exactly lovely to her, but she stayed patient and kind.
'Fuck being a human- I really like her.'
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brisbane, australia — 2010
"DELLA!" the seven boys yelled out from outside Della's house. "DELLLLAA!" 
"No way..." Della muttered to herself and looked out her bedroom window.
There they are. Her very annoying, seven best friends.
"Della!" her mother called from downstairs. "The boys are here for you!"
"Just a second, mom!" she rushed to put on some socks and hurried down.
"Careful! Careful! No running!" her mother scolded. "Especially with socks, you might slip and fall."
"Sorry mommy," Della gave her a big hug as an apology. 
"Be careful, okay?" her mother reminded before opening the front door. "Hello kids!"
"Hi Mrs. King!" "Hello!" the boys said together.
"Is Alice not joining?" Della was putting on her shoes as her mother asked questions.
"Not today, Mrs. King. She had to go to the dentist," Johnny answered for the group, as always.
"Oh okay. What are you guys planning to do today?"
"We're gonna watch a movie in Jay's house!" Will replied enthusiastically. 
"Huh? Why are you all here then? Della could've gone with just Jake and Ben," Mrs. King pointed at their two (closest) neighbours. They all live near one another, but Jake and Ben lives two houses away from the Kings'.
"We wanna make sure Della was being careful and safe," Jay gave a charming smile.
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"The movie was so romantic!" Della gushed on once they were done watching. "Especially in the lanterns!"
The guys wanted to watch Megamind, but instead they got sucked into watching Tangled because that's what Della wanted.
They barely paid any attention and mostly talked throughout the movie, yet having them agree to watch her (already) favourite movie was more than enough to make her happy.
She has watched it a million times since it came out anyway.
"Oh I wish I had magic glowing hair! I can just sing 'flower bling and glow, let your power shine' and boom! I'll be young forever!" she twirled around in a daydream.
"We're seven, Della. Don't you wanna grow up a bit and then be young forever?" Ben brought her back to reality.
"I wanna be a kid forever!" Ricky spun around in circles. "I wanna be five and not go to school!"
"Yeah! I just want nap times and games in school!" Jake caught Ricky, making them fall into the large couch.
"Ben has a point though! I wanna be a dancer when I grow up! A real one!" Della was used to all the chaos of being friends with the seven kids. They just enjoy each other's company as is.
"I wanna be a dancer too! I wanna make a dance team and dance all around the world!" Ricky yelled.
"Guys! Let's make a team when we grow up!" Ethan proposed his idea.
"A team?" "What team?" everyone calmed down in interest.
"Any team! We can be a doctors team! A team astronaut team! Dancers! Police! Let's just make a team!" his little voice sounded so certain.
"I wanna be a biker," Jay calmly stated.
"Why a biker?" Will looked at him with a judging look.
"Bikers are cool. They ride motorcycles and have cool jackets," Jay shrugged. "I just wanna be cool."
"My mom says bikers are bad," Will innocently pouted.
"I wanna be a doctor," Johnny sat upside down.
"I wanna be a professional ice skater," Ben joined in. "Our jobs are so different."
"Well we can be a team of something else, it doesn't have to be our jobs," Della thought. "Let's just be together until then!"
"Be together until then?" Johnny repeated, sitting back upright from dizziness.
"Yeah! Like Flynn and Rapunzel! They were a team-"
"But they were only two people. We have seven!" Jake managed out whilst in the midst of play fighting with Ricky. 
"Eight if we count Alice," Jay reminded.
"No, Della's right. We can be a team like Flynn and Rapunzel when we grow up," Ethan thought.
"If we're gonna be like the movie, can I be Maximus?" Johnny randomly responded.
"Oh and can I be the king?" Will joined in.
"I wanna be Flynn! Agh!" Ricky raised his hand before getting tackled by Jake.
"I wanna be Flynn!" Jake protested.
"I told you that anyone can be whatever they want! We don't have to be like Tangled!" Della pouted. Sometimes her friends are impossible.
"What about Transformers?" Ben asked about his favourite movie.
"Oh maybe like TMNT," Jay grinned.
"Well whatever the example is, I'm sure we can be a team when we grow up," Ethan smiled.
"You really think so, Ethan?" Della said with a soft voice and soft eyes. "Even with me as a girl?"
"Girls can do anything, Della. My mama and so many films show it!" Jake and Ricky started to calm down down their play-fight.
"You're the most important part of our team, Della. I promise," Ethan looked into her eyes with the same amount of softness, maybe even more.
"Ouch, E. Good to know that we're not that important."
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seoul, south korea — the YG building
"Like this-" the choreographer demonstrated a certain position to Della. "Ooh ooh, like that but- you gotta hold his arm so it'll be safe each time."
Kang Della's first single album will be released after just two years of Magnum's debut. As the most popular member of her group, the company agreed that a solo would be appropriate.
"We gotta keep you safe, superstar," the dancer she was holding, Jungwon, teased. "How else are you gonna break records?"
"Aish-" Della slapped his arm briefly before going back to her original position. 
"Actually, maybe it's best if you hold her, Jungwon-ah. I'm scared that she'll fall one day," the choreographer instructed. "So Della doesn't have to hold on to you but instead you... that's it."
"I'm not that clumsy, unnie," Della smiled but didn't protest. She knew that she was just looking out for her.
"Just in case, darling," the other dancers watched the three experiment with the song's bridge.
"You wished that was you, huh?" one of the female dancers whispered to Niki.
"No, I don't," he got really defensive. "She's a client."
"I mean... she's also our friend.." Niki didn't know what else to answer so he kept quiet. "Eyyy," she nudged his shoulder teasingly.
"No no, I'm seriously not jealous. I don't like her like that," he shook his hand.
"You would have to compete with the whole world anyway. Including your buddies," she looked at the five other male dancers.
"Nah, there's no competition, don't worry. I was just watching them."
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"Lucky Jungwon got to be paired with Della," Jake complained to his friends during their break.
"Aish- you got the whole world shipping you two," Sunghoon pointed at him. 
"At least you had that little moment during the fanmeeting," Jay also pointed at Sunghoon. "I was stuck with another member."
"Oh my God! Hyungs! At least you guys have something! All Heeseung-hyung, Niki and I have are group photos!" Sunoo protested. Those three always seem to be bickering.
"Isn't that a good thing? My DMs and comments are not filled with overprotective Della fans," Heeseung chuckled.
"You guys should be like me. Everyone makes shipping content of us even though we're never seen next to each other," Niki smirked.
"Lucky..." Jay muttered.
"I just want people to think that she's taken," Sunoo pouted. "Then people would stop hitting on her."
"Nothing could stop those guys and you know that," Jungwon wiped the sweat off his forehead. "They'll keep asking her out even with all kinds of rumours."
"You're right," "Mhmm," his friends all agreed.
"Where is Della anyway?" Jake asked.
"Should be here any minute n-"
"Sorry I took so long! A manager wanted to talk to me!" Della entered the room in a hurry. "Hello, my loves," she went over to place a kiss on their cheeks. "What were you all talking about?"
"How lucky some of us get to be seen with you," Niki crossed his arms. "And how other idols keep hitting on you."
"Again? Guys I turned them down already," she sat next to the youngest with furrowed eyebrows.
"No no- it's not really about that but more about how we wish we can just tell the world about us," Jake grabbed her hand for assurance. "We're not blaming you, darling."
"I really wish I could too," she sighed. "I love being an idol but sneaking around sucks real bad."
"Having seven boyfriends doesn't help too," Sunghoon lightly kicked Della's feet. His comment made everyone but Heeseung sigh.
"Heyy- I don't know if this helps but at least all of us being together makes it less suspicious! It's just like she's one of the boys!" the oldest tried to lighten the mood.
"Please use a different expression next time but you're right," Della scrunched up her face. "And since you guys are dancers, we get to be really clingy!"
It's true. Jake had the opportunity to be Della's love interest in a music video. Sunghoon got to be paired with her during a dance cover. Jay once made a cameo on Magnum's Youtube channel. Niki is one of the most popular members so they get shipped a lot, and now Jungwon gets to have a dance opportunity for her solo.
They're allowed to be seen together and it won't be too suspicious.
"Yeah, we're actually quite lucky, eh?" Jay smirked. "I love this relationship, y'all."
"Awww," they all teased, some of them even nudging and pushing him.
"CUTEE," Jungwon aggressively said.
"Cutee, "So cutee," "Awww aww awww," they teased him more.
"Ahh whatt?!" Jay turned around, embarrassed.
"Cute," Della smiled to herself, watching her boyfriends interacting.
"Della-ya," Niki whispered in her ear while everyone was distracted.
"Hmm?"
"Don't tell the others yet but I choreographed your other song," Della looked at him with wide eyes and a huge grin.
"No way! Congratulations!" he quickly shushed her. "Sorry sorry."
"There's gonna be a tiny moment with me. Nothing major like Jungwon-hyung's, but at least I get to hold you a little."
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seoul, south korea — the hybe building
[let's pretend that all the guys are over 21 in this. there's nothing sexual but della is everyone's noona so it'll be inappropriate if she dates someone of their actual age]
"It's a bit..." Della's assistant hissed and tilted her head. "It's good now but it's missing something.."
"Is it the colour? Not enough red maybe?" Della agreed but couldn't detect the issue. The seven guys look good but they could look better.
"No no, I think Jake's pants are dark enough to match Jungwon's hair," the assistant pointed.
Della stayed silent for a few moments, trying to figure out what to alter, and it only hit her when Jay started subtly flexing his arms.
"Ahhh," a lightbulb went off. "Let's give Sunghoon a sleeveless outer," she gestured to Sunghoon.
"Sleeveless?" her assistant asked curiously.
"Jay is too revealing. We need to give someone else something sleeveless," Della explained. "We have that black vest, right? The leather one? I think we should give Sunghoon that."
"Is it here? Where is it?" she looked around for the said outer. "I think it's in the other room. I'll go get it."
"Oh, and can you please bring the black shorts too, unnie?! I wanna test it on Sunoo or Heeseung!" Della called after.
"Okay!" the remaining eight people watched the other stylist leave the room.
"I'm too revealing, huh?" Jay teased his secret girlfriend.
"The balance was off!" Della leaned against the closest boy, Jungwon. "You guys like the outfits though, right?"
It's been two years since Della worked at the company as a stylist and she was still lacking confidence in the outfits she builds. 
Enhypen has worked with middle-aged stylists for the longest time. She questions whether hiring a younger one was a good idea. 
"It's really cool, what're you talking about?!" Jungwon pushed her lightly. "The vibe fits the song well and we all look good!"
"It's really pretty!" "It's really cool!" "We look good!" the others complimented.
"It's just..." she stepped back again to look at the big picture. "Yeah, I think we need to change Sunghoon's jacket and Sunoo's pants..."
"Good. I was getting envious that Jay got to show off anyway," Sunghoon smirked while removing his jacket.
"Next time, I wanna show off my arms too," Niki told Della.
"Me too! But just wait a couple of months for me to prepare," Heeseung touched his bicep.
"Yah- tell that to your other stylist. I'm only responsible for comeback outfits," Della wrapped Sunghoon's previous outer around his waist.
"Can't you be our full-time stylist?" Sunoo pushed back her hair just as she put a belt on Jungwon.
"I would love to, darlings but I can't be seen when I'm only a few years older than you," she gave him a smile, now untucking Sunoo's shirt. 
"Shouldn't the world know that we have the hottest noona as our stylist?" Heeseung asked.
"Aishh- you guys flatter me too much," she stepped back to observe again. "I'm worried Jake and Sunoo look too plain.."
"Noo," they whined. "If everyone is too flashy then it'll be too much."
"Jay, give your gloves to Sunghoon please and please wear these, Wonie," she placed a pair of yellow gloves in Jungwon's hands.
"Hey- heyy," Jake put his hands on her tense shoulders. "Why are you stressing so much, babe?" his fingers moved to massage her. 
"I'm worried I might get replaced if I don't do a good job," she laughed nervously.
"You've been working with us for a few years now, they can't fire you that easily!" Sunoo looked at her in disbelief.
"Are they suspecting us?" Sunghoon asked.
"Mm," she simply replied, stroking Jake's hand around her waist now. The members panicked a little. "I don't know... I just found out today and they said they don't mind as long as I don't reveal it."
"Then what's the issue?" she leaned against Jake with a sigh.
"Pressure, really. It kinda feels like I have to work harder," the guys all let out an 'eyyy'.
"You're an amazing stylist, noona. You should look at the comments our fans post! They've been really loving our outfits since you were hired!" Jay rubbed Della's shoulder.
"How is a stylist able to work harder anyway?" Jungwon muttered. "If anything, we should work harder," everyone chuckled at his comment.
"Thank you, guys. Sorry about that- ACK!" she squealed when Jake nuzzled his face into her neck. "That tickles!" she tried to release herself from him.
"Don't go! Sorry, sorry!" Jake pulled her back and chose to nuzzle into her shoulder instead. "I'm pleasantly surprised that the company let it go that easily."
"We've been in the industry for years, of course they wo-" Niki cut himself off when the door opened and everyone immediately dispersed.
"Sorry it took so long. Here are the shorts and vest."
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hanseong, korea — joseon period
"Father, may I go to the festival today? They're supposed to release the lanterns tonight," Princess Dahye asked the king.
"Tonight? Darling, your mother and I have got to attend a dinner remember?" his majesty replied with a frown. "We will be able to visit tomorrow, if you wish."
"I would love to go tomorrow, but I also really want to go tonight. The lanterns only happen tonight!"
Her father hissed and placed a hand under his chin, trying to figure a solution for his daughter.
"Your majesty, may I suggest?" his royal advisor spoke.
"You may."
"Perhaps the princess may come with Lady Ahyeong while the adults have dinner," Dahye immediately tensed up.
"That's a great idea," quick- think of something. "Daughter, what do you think?"
"It is indeed a great idea but unfortunately-" she took a deep breath. "Although Lady Ahyeong and I get along well, I am a bit uncomfortable with going out alongside someone I just met once."
"So do you have another suggestion?" a mischievous grin slowly grew on her face.
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"Mmm!" Dahye's eyes widened at how delicious the street food was. "This is absolutely divine! Jungwon-nim! Try this!"
The princess had convinced her father to let her off on her own- of course, with a few conditions that she proposed herself.
She would be disguised as a simple villager. Absolutely no riches and luxury will be seen on her. She would even go by the name of 'Dasom' to avoid suspicion.
She would also be assisted by a group of guards to completely ensure her safety.
And those guards are the ones who  always get assigned to her.
"Wahh, it's really soft," Jungwon told his friends.
"Ah really?" Sunoo raised his eyebrows with interest.
"Do you wanna try?" Dahye held up the food again.
"No no, it's yours," he shook his hand.
"Do you think we should move a little closer to everyone else?" Jongseong held a lantern on his hand. 
The group decided to sit on the grass a little further away from where the majority would raise their lantern.
"Here should be fine- give me that," Jaeyun reached for the lantern. "Usually people will write their wishes or the person they're in love with before letting go," he took out a small brush from his pocket.
"That's so cute! That's so romantic!" Dahye got even more excited.
"You wanna write your wishes?" Heeseung patted her head from behind.
"Something like that," she turned her head to look at him.
"Do you have ink though?" Jongseong asked Jaeyun.
"Should we use blood?" Sunoo giggled.
"Noo!" everyone else whined.
"Just use the sauce from the rice cakes!" Chulsoo referred to the stick on Dahye's hand.
"We don't have enough of it," Jungwon pointed.
"Let's buy more and ask for extra sauce," Heeseung proposed.
"Good idea. Sunghoon-nim!" Sunghoon's eyes widened when Dahye said his name. "Please get us two more rice cakes, my love," she handed him the coins while batting her eyelashes.
"Why do I have to do it?" he mumbled under his breath but did what was told anyway.
Once the guard returned, the seven boys watched as Dahye dipped the brush in the sauce before writing on the lantern.
"What do you plan on writing?" Jaeyun practically whispered, almost afraid to be asking.
"You'll see," she muttered.
The writings slowly got together and her 'plan' became apparent.
"Our names," Chulsoo breathed out.
"Do you think it looks okay?" Dahye finished with the last stroke before leaning back to look at it as a whole.
"It's perfect," the seven guards said in unison.
"We should light it up now," Jongseong pointed at the other lanterns, seeing how they were now all lit up.
Everyone all stood up, placing one hand on the lantern. Jongseong took the match included with it and lit the bottom up.
"Five, four, three, two, one!" they heard the crowd count down, releasing once they reach one.
They all silently watched at the beautiful floating lights that adorned the night sky.
"It's so beautiful," Dahye muttered, feeling arms wrap around her waist in a back hug.
"Nothing can compare to her highness' beauty," Jungwon whispered in her ear and placed a kiss on her shoulder.
Their love story will end in tragedy, they can all feel it. 
A relationship between a princess and a commoner itself was absurd, let alone a reverse harem with seven. Their romance was forbidden with absolutely no way around it.
Yet they let themselves hurt anyway, with pleasant moments like these to cherish and hold onto.
'Maybe we'll be together comfortably, in another life.'
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randomgentlefolk · 7 months ago
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REQUEST CLOSED
Cpc is going to be daily pass. That sucks. But! Perhaps I can open another one of these while I can still access the references? (Imagine me sitting on a chair while smirking and rubbing my hands together like I'm scheming something genius)
This picture is not mine! It's created by @//MagicalPouchOfMagic on twitter!
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Send a cpc character!!
Disclaimer (IMPORTANT)
Please request it in the ask (the ask button? Yeah that thing)
Only one person per request please! Unless I have more free time then I will announce whether you can request more or not
Please don't request the sexual faces, I'm not comfortable with it. The cute romantic one is fine, but the one like H1, H2, H7, H9, H10, J8.. You probably get what I mean
I have life outside of being an artist, so please be patient. I have a bad habit of procrastinating things, sorry 🙏
Only cpc characters
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byberbunk2069 · 10 months ago
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WIP Game
@aggravateddurian tagged me for a thing, I'll copy-paste the rules from their post:
Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! Tag as many people as you have WIPs.
Show Me Your Spine
Protection
Assault on H7
Supernature
Nine to Five
East Bound and Down
@fourth-floor-at-langley, @medtech-mara, @luvwich, @wanderingaldecaldo
I'm drawing a blank on other names because its gone 3AM. Partake if you like, even if you're not tagged :)
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theamalgaverse · 2 years ago
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Gonna be working the asks, but I’ll do this ahead of tome- bit of a blood warning! But just so ya know, its MagicalPouch’s expression meme!
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Gimme an expression and a character you can see on the blog and I’ll draw it!
Except for H7. I dont like looking at H7…
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rosesastrology · 1 year ago
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Hi rose!! I hope you’re doing well :) i’ve been hesitant to ask this question or not because i don’t want to get my paranoid side get the best of me 😭 but it now did because i need to ask if my ex has recently done things with his female friend N or maybe even while we still were together (i have asked him and he denied but a lot of things point to that he did do it) Amsterdam 17:06 PM 23 november
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You're represented by the Asc ruler, Mercury, which is in the 6th house. Mercury is in its detriment in 9° Sag, showing your paranoia. Mercury is conjunct the DC, and Mercury is also conjunct Venus. Venus typically represents a woman, but as we can see Jupiter and Venus don't have an aspect between them. There are no sneaky antiscia aspects either.
Jupiter's only possibly red flaggish aspect is the 1° trine with the moon. The moon is typically a girl, that and the fact Jupiter is in h11 (friends) which is also his turned 5th (parties, sex, indulgence, drugs, etc.). Jupiter is retrograde, which suggests 'going back', and the fact the trine with the moon perfects while it's retrograde is interesting because it could suggest previous action with the moon while Jupiter was still in direct motion.
The Moon is in her fall in Virgo, and I can see that with Jupiter in Pisces, the moon would like him but this is more of a friendship. I don't see anything that suggests more than friendship: the moon isn't in his house, they're not conjunct, and the receptions aren't anything that suggests more than friendship. I'd say no, he probably wasn't cheating and isn't with her now. It could be that they'll get together in the future (moon moving to h7) but that wasn't the case beforehand.
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7r0773r · 2 months ago
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The Skin of Dreams by Raymond Queneau, translated by Chris Clarke
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Garbage tumbled out of the metal bin and fell in a torrent into the trash can, eggshells, cores, greasy paper, peels. A limp and parasitic odor accompanied this dehiscence, not so unpleasant an odor as all that, something akin to the scent of damp moss in the deepest, darkest woods, but with a stannous aftertaste because of the container beside which they keep the little cart they use to transfer all of this the length of the sidewalk for the trashmen at daybreak. Rid of its contents, the bin was continuing, at the end of a manly arm, on its way across the sixth floor when there appeared a maid. She didn't feel that it was a man's job to take out the refuse but didn't breathe a word, discreetly not wanting to comment on the spectacle offered by this masculine shadow, honoring as it did the corridor of the service stairwell with its dressing-gowned presence.
The gallant monsieur offers to help her because there was a heavy look to what she was carrying but she declined. He also asks her if she's been in the household for long, no, that very day. He was aware of this as he was acquainted with all the building's help, their mores and habits, their comings and goings. They made their way back up together in silence. They reached the top; swathed though he was in floral silk, he lived in an attic suite quite simply because of his fondness for painters' studios beneath the eaves, despite not being a painter himself.
He suggests to the girl that she come by his place for a bit. Well you don't waste any time is what she fires back. He shrugged his shoulders. Who did she take him for? He took a few steps to go and knock discreetly on a certain door, in front of which his lordship hummed a few bars of La Traviata. Straightaway appeared a young woman, firm of behind, who, without hesitation, suggests a three-handed game of belote, accompanied by a so you must be the new girl. "I'm Thérèse" she said and the other replied that her name was Lulu Doumer.
The fellow reiterates, "Would Lulu Doumer be interested in a three-handed game of belote?" She doesn't know how to play. He opened the door to his dwelling and they went in. The electric lights revealed something to Lulu Doumer's eyes that, over the course of her brief life, she had not yet had the opportunity to see: an artist's dwelling, soft rugs, hard cushions, chinoiseries, indirect lighting, Middle Aged halberds, Breton crucifikses, photographed acropoleis, items as old as they were fashioned, and all manner of other doodads of the same stripe.
Ain't it just swell here is what Lulu Doumer said, she and her fourteen years. (pp. 5-6)
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"You're able to make poems about any subject at all."
"Even about socks. The sock's praise can be sung as well."
"I've often wondered where you find your inspiration."
"Usually by holding myself back from urinating."
"Is there a connection?"
"A definite connection. In both cases it's a matter of restraint." (p. 21)
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His mind paraded before him all the embryos of social entities that he had nonrealized, like miniatures of perfectly formed fetuses. He made his way back from seven, eight years in the past and there he was now captain in the Royal Netherlands Army, plant manager, attaché to the embassy in Peking, banker, clown (famous), painter (famous), archivist-paleographer, midshipman (aboard the last tall ship), racing cyclist (winner of the Tour d'Europe), world chess champion (inventor of the L'Aumône Gambit and the f2-f3, h7-h5 opening), gentleman sorghum cockie in Australia (and damn if he didn't exterminate himself some rabbits), bartender (at the Ritz), astronomer (he discovers the first planet outside the solar system, a satellite of α Centauri), legislative deputy (the youngest in France), journalist (a reporter with a never-ending bag full of tricks and unflappable audacity), acrobat (the first to execute the sextuple backward summersault from a standstill), fakir in crystals (an old Gypsy woman had initiated him in all the mantic mysteries), doctor (psycho-analyst), doctor (acupuncturist), doctor (osteopath), doctor (chiropractor), doctor (dental surgeon), explorer (astronaut, because otherwise, to where? and of what?), gold prospector (who perforce becomes very rich), treasure hunter (he finds them at the bottom of the seas when he isn't finding them in ancient castles), English lord (by adoption), high lama (by vocation), president of the republic of Nicaragua (by election), president of the republic of Costa Rica (by revolution), president of the republic of Guatemala (by military occupation), now he forgets all about ambition, there are so many other possibilities, triumvir, uhlan, plumber, tetrarch, retiarius, shah, salt smuggler, white elephant (by magical transformation), adulterous grasshopper, Chinese tunic, lump of sugar, melting nub of soap. He was fading away slowly just like that, in a little bowl of water, not even clean, because some guy had made use of it, of him, to scrub the grime from his fingers. (pp. 118-19)
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primalspice · 4 months ago
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aspen: A3, A6, A18, B7, B10, B16, C8, D3, E8, F1, F5, F11, G6, H3, H7, I1, I4, J3, L1
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A3: Do they have any emotional or psychological conditions? Are they aware of it? Do they try to treat it? 
Shes got bpd genuinely and probably also depression. I think she's in denial about it apart from knowing that she feels so intensely full of anger or full of nothing every single day. Considers herself a Tortured Artist instead and tries to embrace that lifestyle instead of like. seeking therapy.
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A6: Does your OC tend to assume their interpretation of events and reality is correct, or do they question it? I.e., “I’m sure that’s what you said” versus “It’s possible I misheard you.”
I think it fully depends on the people involved/situation but she is quick to jump to conclusions like that yea. and react readily and accordingly <3
A18: Do they get jealous easily? Do they feel bad if they do?
yea sorry its the Disorder. I think it depends a lot on the scenario again, but the result is usually rage or retreating and punching self to death for being undeserving of whatever she feels is being taken from her or Both.
B7: How do they respond to babies crying in public?
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B10: Does your OC find any “bad” or “mean” humor funny? Do they wish they didn’t?
Yea she's an edgelord and will be the one to take the joke way too far to the point that it kinda just makes everyone uncomfortable. Which makes her sad and cringe but she got to laugh at least <3
B16: Does your OC like to be the center of attention or more in the mix?
Being the center of attention feels GREAT to her until she gets a moment to herself and thinks about how HUMILIATING it was. Very fragile balance here.
C8: Is your OC more practical or ideal morally? I.e., do they hold people to high expectations of behavior even if it’s not realistic for the situation, or do they have a more realistic approach and adapt their morality to be more practical?
Unless you've reached idealization status with her like Vic has I think she tends to expect the worst of people generally. But she WILL take it personally 90% of the time. I guess that kind of assumption is also impractical though, in a way.
D3: How comfortable are they with the idea of death?
As much as she seems like she yearns for it I think it just scares her. Too many uncertainties that come with real dying. I don't think she really wants to die she just wants to not feel like she has to. Hoping to take a few notes from Bruno in that area. If she can't die maybe whatever he's doing is the next best thing. Because cutting like some emo poser is NOT cutting it.
E8: What’s one of your OC’s biggest regrets?
I think she's yet to do anything really worth regretting.....SO FAR :3 But think she has plenty of smaller regrets and embarrassments. She's fucked up a lot of friendships due to her sensitive and vindictive nature.
F1: What sort of home do they live in now, if at all? How did they end up there?
She lives by herself in an apartment just off campus thanks to her parents' funding, and she lived with her parents before that in a pretty nice Vegas suburb. She doesn't want to be indebted to her parents like that since their relationship Isn't Great, and is hoping to just finish her degree to appease them and have enough money to take off on her own.
F5: How handy are they? Can they fix appliances, cars, cabinets, et cetera?
Not very handy for appliances and household items and such (kinda just... buys new things as she needs them bcz shes too scared to ask for help. poor financial choices), but she's decent with computers if that counts.
F11: What are some of their favorite things to do for recreation? How did they get into it? What part of it do they like the most?
If singing in the band/writing lyrics counts as recreation, that's really her main thing currently. She'd always written lyrics/poetry since her teen years as a Sad Girl and sang casually, but she only got into bands once she moved onto campus and latched onto Vic (and her band) kinda as a groupie LOLL. Conveniently enough they ended up needing a singer and she auditioned <3 She enjoys it because it's a set group of 'friends' who have too many strings attached (band responsibilities) to leave her on a whim LOL. And she enjoys being with Vic and being able to collaborate creatively and not feel really embarrassed about it for once in her life. She likes that its ok to be 'intense' as a performer. Many things to enjoy. She really is kinda made for it, but no one is ready for her crazy ass.
G6: Do they have any favorite childhood memories?
I don't think she looks back on a ton too fondly but she did get to see a lot of her fav bands as a kid.
H3: Does your OC believe there’s only one ideal partner (or multiple ideal if not monogamous) for everyone, or that there are many people who could be right?
I don't think she has much of a theory on it, but I think she's too jealous and dedicated of a person for the multi-soulmate theory. So at least for HERSELF it's just one. This will surely not lead to heartbreak.
H7: What do they look for in partners? (Emotionally, mentally, physically..)
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I1: What are their favorite kinds of flavors– Sweet, salty, sour, spicy, creamy, et cetera?
Eats spicy food even though it hurts her. I think in her heart she is a sweets and desserts enjoyer tho.
I4: How often do they cook? Do they order out a lot?
Orders pizza from Vic whenever shes working <3 and orders fast food a lot in general bcz her parents allowance and also her schedule is so irregular and she doesn't ever feel like cooking by time she realizes shes hungry. needs to get it TOGETHER.
J3: How politically active are they?
Not Extremely, but she's at least aware of the more major things. Votes when she remembers to. Listens to Rise Against and says so true.
L1: How have your characters changed since you created them?
idk she's only existed for like a month but I'm sure things will continue to develop. She's much more explosive than I ever could've imagined. I also imagined her relationship with Bruno would not be as involved as im currently thinking it will be.
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