#I’m just being dramatic. Another unfortunate trait of mine

[calliesmemes]

YET ANOTHER ROUNDUP OF ASOLUTELY UNHINGED COMEDIC RELIEF

ASSORTED SENTENCE STARTERS FROM AROUND THE INTERNET, including quotes from Tumblr, Pinterest, TikTok, and X (formerly known as Twitter), for when a muse wants to be a bit silly <333

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❛ I am not merely a clown; I’m the entire damn circus! ❜

❛ I will bite you if you continue this behavior. ❜

❛ Being a dramatic ass bitch isn’t a personality trait; it’s a lifestyle! ❜

❛ Trauma? Oh … you mean, my lore? ❜

❛ why must I cite sources? is it not enough to just say ‘trust me, bro’? ❜

❛ sorry for being a perfect sweetie and a genius it will likely happen again. ❜

❛ forget about touching grass; I need to touch WATER I NEED TO GO INTO THE OCEAN I NEED TO DIVE INTO THE SEA!!! ❜

❛ I’m attracted to men with muppet energy and no i will not be explaining. ❜

❛ you want me to make friends with people? the thing that killed julius caesar? ❜

❛ what’s your birthstone? mine is rock bottom. ❜

❛ I absolutely hate that I’m not bioluminescent. Pathetic. ❜

❛ ohhhhh my god i have got to stop mourning the past or whatever. ❜

❛ you expect me to act like a normal human being? I’m wearing a turtleneck! ❜

❛ i don’t struggle with same sex attraction I’m actually very good at it. ❜

❛ unfortunately i often find out without even getting the chance to fuck around. ❜

❛ I’m bisexual which means that I’m attracted to anybody who can defeat me in physical combat. ❜

❛ all anyone needs to know about me is that i’m a dumbass and i love women. ❜

❛ sorry but philosophers aren’t impressive i came up with stuff like that when i was 12. ❜

❛ I pay my own bills; I can cuss all I want! ❜

❛ I don’t have rizz; I have sad eyes and a weird presence. ❜

❛ my demons are chasing me and they’re doing the Naruto run. ❜

❛ honey we are ALL doomed by the narrative. it's not that serious. have some fun with it. ❜

❛ dating me is like interviewing a psych ward patient. ❜

❛ being a girl with very large brown eyes comes with great responsibility. ❜

❛ i’m autistic in ways that you can’t even begin to imagine. ❜

❛ being a loser may be a phase to you but its a lifestyle for me. ❜

❛ entering a magical portal in the woods would fix me. ❜

❛ I’m lonely but not in a hot mysterious way; more like in a pathetic way. ❜

❛ life is so unserious just say womp womp and move on! ❜

❛ you’re vibing? In this economy? ❜

❛ just because I’m small doesn’t mean I can’t kick your ass. ❜

❛ my primary motivators are fear, spite, and aesthetic longing. ❜

❛ sorry about the chaos; I needed attention. ❜

❛ WHAT IS UP GIRL you look foreboding and malicious! ❜

❛ baby i can be your problematic bi wife. ❜

❛ i don’t think any of you understand how important i am to the plot. ❜

❛ what if we are both red flags? what then? ❜

❛ any dream can be a prophetic dream if you’re willing to do some really weird shit. ❜

❛ my hobbies include being right, being gay, and being a hater. ❜

❛ i have a phd in Loving The Color Pink And Also Glitter. ❜

❛ being a menace to society is a full time job and I am dedicated. ❜

❛ my life has been a bouquet of oopsie daisies. ❜

❛ i survive on spite, anxiety, and blasphemy. ❜

❛ if you’re not obsessed with me, why would I wanna be with you? ❜

❛ the hottest thing a man can be is a little afraid of me. ❜

❛ my love language is being a hater. ❜

❛ i don’t get enough credit for acting far less insane than i actually am. ❜

❛ the A in my name stands for always right. ❜

❛ Jesus is my homeboy but God has a lot to answer for and I will continue to be rebellious until he does so. ❜

❛ I’ll see a man with long hair and then remember that I’m not above temptations of the flesh. ❜

❛ i’m going to be honest with you I’m not going to be honest with you. ❜

❛ stop asking me if I’m ok I’ll literally make out with you. ❜

❛ part of my masculine charm is that I’m literally insane. ❜

❛ are you sure those are demons bro? or are they consequences from the choices you made? ❜

❛ i do not identify as a boy or a girl. i identify as a nuisance, an irritant, a fool, and a problem. ❜

❛ praying on someone’s downfall isn’t enough i need to participate in it. ❜

❛ we all need to chill. i won’t do it first but it’s something i noticed. ❜

❛ not to sound like a Victorian woman suffering from hysteria but going to the sea would fix me. ❜

❛ the silly goose convention called; they asked if you could be their keynote speaker. ❜

❛ i deserve unrestricted access to old castles and old churches i want to know all the secrets. ❜

❛ doesn’t matter if you’re cringe or based we’re all just here to suffer. ❜

❛ I’m no longer comedic relief I’m now serious panic. ❜

❛ this is getting difficult to romanticize. ❜

❛ done healing my inner child. next up is my inner teen. her highness needs a sword. ❜

❛ i am God’s silliest experiment. ❜

❛ i’m very vulnerable right now if anyone wants to take advantage of me. ❜

❛ sorry i overshared do you still think im hot? ❜

❛ I can yap for days and still maintain my air of mystery. ❜

❛ good luck sending me mixed signals; I don’t even understand normal ones. ❜

❛ not all of your life decisions have to be smart. some can be purely for cinematic value. ❜

[macadam]

you are ALWAYS swinging at the hornet’s nest and then regretting it and i’m like king you are choosing your own sordid destiny

I’m sorry I can’t help it. The thoughts must be voiced. What am I supposed to do, keep it to myself like a smart individual? Absolutely not. Closes my eyes and posts it to a complicated divided fandom on tumblr instead

[duhragonball]

Battle Tendency Liveblog: JJBA Ch. 105-108

“Master Kars has taken a fighting stance!   I... I wasn’t expecting tongue...”

Hey, remember Wammu?   Well, he’s dead now, so the only Pillar Man left to worry about is the leader, Kars.  His army of vampire slaves don’t like this, so they try to bumrush our heroes, but Lisa kills a few of them, then threatens to destroy the Red Stone of Aja unless Kars honors their agreement. 

And Kars is cool with that.   He only took off his headdress and exposed his antennae to prepare for the next one-on-one fight.   He then kills his unruly henchmen to prove that they don’t speak for him.  Moreover, Kars is now willing to fight Lisa Lisa.   Earlier, he said that he didn’t like fighting women, but now that he’s seen her in action, he’s on board with the idea.

But he doesn’t want to fight in Skeleton Heel Stone, where Joseph and Wammu squared off.   Instead, he chooses the Piza Berlina Temple, right next door to the S.H.S.  Apparently, after a hard day of chariot racing, the winners used to come here to worship their gods and drink the blood of the losers. 

It’s weird to me that Kars and Wammu should be so familiar with this place, and carry such an abiding respect for it.   I mean, they’ve viewed ordinary 20th Century humans with utter contempt, dismissing them as backwards primitives.   Santana disassembled a German rifle like it was easy, and he’s supposed to be the big dummy in the Pillar Men.   That’s how little they think of 1938 technology and civilization.   The Hamon users in this story only get a bit of respect because they‘ve become worthy adversaries. 

And yet, the Pillar Men seem to be a lot more respectful towards ancient humanity.   Esidisi knew the writings of Sun Tzu, if not the man himself.   You’d think he’d just ignore or devour Sun Tzu sooner than look at him.   And you’d think Wammu would have wanted to fight in the traditions of his own culture, but instead he’s all into this ancient human racetrack.    It can’t be because it’s old.   Compared to Wammu, it’s positively brand new.  

On the other hand, these guys are the last of their kind, as we’ll learn in a few chapters.   Human culture is the only kind the Pillar Men have gotten to see, and it’s been that way for about a hundred centuries now.   If Esidisi wants to read a book, he’s pretty much going to have to tolerate human authors, because that’s all that’s left.   And if Wammu wants to admire a sporting arena, he’s stuck with places like these, built by those pesky “primitives”.  

Joseph asks Lisa to let him fight Kars instead, since he’s still worried about her being a woman.   Also, he believes Kars is weaker than Wammu, so he should be able to defeat him.   But Lisa insists on handling this, and she strips down to this circus outfit.    That sounds like I’m making fun of it, but I’m not.   It looks pretty badass, but also period-appropriate. 

The fight is very short.  Kars pulls some sort of disappearing act, then emerges from one of the stone surfaces of the temple, trying to slash at Lisa from behind with his blades.    But Lisa has it scouted, and she wraps her silk scarf around Kars’ arm, charges it with Hamon, and kills him, wham, bam, thank you ma’am.  

And then the real Kars emerges from the same stone, and stabs Lisa in the back.   Somehow, Kars disguised one of his vampire minions to look just like him, right down to the blades in his arms, and sent that flunky out as a distraction.    It’s a cheap trick, and a complete 180 from the honor displayed by Wammu in the previous fight.  Kars doesn’t care.   He doesn’t care about dishonoring Wammu’s memory, nor does he care about breaking his word.   The only thing Kars cares about is getting the Red Stone of Aja, and now he has it. 

Unfortunately, this takes Lisa Lisa out of action for the rest of the story.  Kars hasn’t killed her, but she’s too badly hurt to do anything from here.   That kind of sucks, because Lisa’s such a cool character.   A friend of mine once complained that Lisa got a raw deal in Part 2, and we should have gotten to see her get a big fight, on par with Joseph vs. Esidisi, or Caesar vs. Wammu.   I can’t really disagree with the sentiment. 

However, I have a hard time figuring out how such a fight could have been worked into the story.   She couldn’t beat Kars, for Pete’s sake.   He’s the final boss of Part 2, so it sort of falls to Joseph to do the honors.  And she couldn’t beat Wammu or Esidisi, because Joseph was the one who needed the antidote to their poison rings.  Lisa could have lost to either of them--the way Caesar lost to Wammu-- except she’d have to die, which would spoil the big reveal of her origin story.

So maybe there needed to be an extra Pillar Man in the cast?   Not Santana, because he’s too weak, but maybe Kars’ group has a fourth guy named Talqingedz or whatever.  So Lisa Lisa could mop the floor with that dude... and then what?    Would it really carry any dramatic weight for her to defeat a guy like that?  A Pillar Man so ancillary to the story that the plot would flow just as well without him?    When you get down to it, Lisa Lisa’s dream opponent for Part 2 just ends up looking like Wired Beck, a random jobber presented solely to establish her credibility as a fighter.   And we already got Lisa vs. Wired Beck, and clearly that wasn’t satisfying enough.   So Lisa Lisa vs. a Pillar Man probably wouldn’t have been much of an improvement.  

Nonetheless, I think it’s a valid criticism of Battle Tendency.  You come out of this story wishing we could have seen more of Lisa Lisa in action, and we just aren’t going to get it.   But the root of the problem isn’t that she didn’t get to fight more, it’s that she was presented as a fighter when that really wasn’t her role in the story.   She’s a teacher, training Joseph and Caesar in the ways of the Ripple, but more importantly, she’s an enigma.  Who is she?   What’s her connection to the Joestars?  To Straizo?   To Caesar?   Where did she get the Red Stone of Aja?   And so on.  

Her Ripple mastery makes her one of the strongest fighters on the board, but that’s just another piece of the puzzle.   I think there was a profile of Lisa Lisa in the manga that said her Ripple was three times stronger than Joseph’s.   But we never get to see it demonstrated, because that’s not the point.  We’re just supposed to wonder who this lady is and how she got so powerful, and where has she been this whole time.    I think this is also why everyone keeps writing her off as a woman.   It’s not just chauvanism, it’s intended to keep the reader off-balance.  One minute Joseph and the Pillar Men are respecting her power, and the next minute they’re dismissing her.    It keeps you guessing. 

I suspect this is one reason why Araki dealt Lisa Lisa such an inglorious defeat here.   Could Lisa have defeated Kars in a fair fight?   Yeah, I think she could.   But if she cleaned his clock, it would defeat the mystique of the character.   The same is true if Lisa lost to Kars in a fair fight.  We’d say “Oh, okay, she wasn’t quite as strong as Joseph, so that’s that.” 

Now, the other major reason for Kars to defeat Lisa Lisa like this is to demonstrate Kars’ main character trait.   He only cares about achieving his objective.   Wammu had his warrior code, and Esidisi had his devotion to his comrades, but Kars has only himself and his goals.   He had Lisa and Joseph cornered in the abandoned hotel, but they didn’t have the Aja Stone on them.   Lisa made that bluff about a bomb, and then proposed this contest to settle things.   Kars agreed, but not because he had any intention of honoring the agreement.  He just let things play out because he knew Joseph would bring the Stone to the battlefield, and even if Wammu lost, he would still have all of these vampires to back him up.  

That’s how Kars was able to defeat Lisa.   He used Wammu’s own honor to lull Lisa into a false sense of security.   After seeing how noble Wammu was in defeat, and how gracious Kars was in disciplining his vampires, she began to believe that Kars would fight her fairly.     That was Kars’ plan all along.   Once he had her isolated on the temple, with the Red Stone of Aja on her person, he made his play.    It’s dirty pool, but it worked, and that’s all Kars cares about. 

This makes Joseph super-duper pissed, but what’s he gonna do about it?   He’s way down there on the ground, surrounded by vampires, and his Ripple is weak from the fight with Wammu.    So now Kars can just watch from a safe vantage while his henchmen tie up the last loose end.  

But then, the Nazis show up, led by Stroheim, complete with a repaired cyborg body.  And Speedwagon and Smokey are here too, along with a fighting contingent of the Speedwagon Foundation.   And they came prepared too!  Everybody’s armed with UV emitters.   To be sure, ultraviolet lamps haven’t worked so well against the Pillar Men, but against ordinary vampires, they seem to do the job quite nicely.   

So while they clean house, Joseph climbs up to where Kars and Lisa are, and he’s ready to throw down.   Joseph has plenty of harsh words for Kars’ dirty tactics, but Kars doesn’t care.   This has all been a chess game to him.   The Ripple Clan, the vampires, even Wammu and Esidisi, they were all just pieces on a board, maneuvered and arranged until he could secure a path to victory with minimal risk.  

See, that’s the other thing about Lisa Lisa.   It’s very subtly expressed here, but Kars was clearly very worried about her.   He knew Joseph was a threat because he killed Esidisi, but he knew he could use Wammu to wear Joseph down.   But Lisa Lisa is even more powerful and experienced than Joseph, and she’s shrewd enough to destroy the Stone if cornered.    He knew he couldn’t beat her at her own game, so he let her think she was playing her own game in order to set her up for that sneak attack.   If Kars hadn’t done that, he’d be dead by now, or the Stone would be lost or destroyed.  

Likewise, I’m not sure Kars is confident about a fair fight with Joseph, even though he’s tired from fighting Wammu.  I mean, you’d think he’d just charge Joseph and cut his head off if he could, but instead he lures him into another trap.    Before Joseph got up here, Kars tied Lisa’s feet to a rope.    He made sure not to kill her, but only so he could use her as a hostage.   Kars tosses Lisa down, and Joseph has to grab the rope to keep her from falling to her death.

And the whole point of that was to keep Joseph standing still.   He can’t let go of the rope, so he’s in no position to defend himself.   Now Kars can just walk right up to him and kill him at his leisure.   As far as Kars is concerned, this is what fighting is all about.   Not a test of strength and skill like Wammu’s ideal, but the achievement of victory at minimal risk.  

And this is where we see Joseph exceed Lisa Lisa.  They both got suckered into Kars’ traps, but Lisa doesn’t have Joseph’s penchant for trickery and quick thinking.    She’s got more Ripple power, sure, but that doesn’t matter against a guy like Kars.   I’m starting to get the impression that Kars is a lot weaker than Wammu, since he fights so conservatively in this story.   He may not be able to afford to fight Joseph in any other way.   

So how in the hell can Joseph get out of this one?   Well, first he tries to kick Kars to keep him away.   Kars just cuts his leg, along with a section of rope that was in the way.   Joseph’s Ripple is so weak that the kick did nothing. 

Then Joseph sets his own scarf on fire and talks about how he has a plan, and it’s so awesome that he can make this work before the flames reach his body.    Kars thinks this is just desperate posturing, and all Joseph seems to do is swing away.    Kars thinks he’s trying to get some distance so he can recover his Hamon energy.

Then Kars cuts the rope, since Joseph won’t stand still and get murdered.   

And it backfires, because Joseph did more tricky rope tricks!   Hermit Purple, bitch!

Basically, that very first bit, where Joseph tried to kick him, even then, Joseph had a plan.    He got Kars to cut a section of rope, which he then used to tie his own leg to the rope holding Lisa Lisa.   Then he goaded Kars into cutting the rope so Lisa would fall, not realizing that Joseph had her secured with his other rope.   Also, that other rope got caught on Kars’ own foot.   It’s complicated. 

Oh, wait, I forgot to talk about chess.   Okay, so earlier, Kars was gloating about using Lisa as a pawn to achieve checkmate.   It’s a good analogy, but I’m pretty sure chess was invented within the last 2000 years.   In other words, Kars literally slept through the entire history of the game.   So for him to be talking about it now, I have to assume he learned about chess during that month while Joseph was training.   That kind of sucks.   Esidisi and Wammu were running around trying to find the Red Stone of Aja, and Kars was probably chilling out in Switzerland playing chess and drinking hot cocoa all night.   Wotta heel.

Then Joseph pulls himself back up with his scarf and uses Overdrive against Kars’ blade.  Joseph’s Ripple is so strong that he just powers right through, destroying the blade on Kars’ arm like it’s no big deal.  That’s interesting, because when Joseph first saw Kars’ blades, he worried that he wouldn’t be able to block them, and now it’s Kars who wasn’t strong enough to block. 

Maybe “Light Mode” was more of an illusion than a genuine power?  I mean, the blades are super-sharp, but I never understood what difference it made for them to be all sparkly, unless it’s a psychological trick to demoralize the enemy.   It definitely worked on Stroheim, and it worked on Joseph for a while, but I don’t think Joseph’s gotten that much stronger since their last encounter.   

Anyway, the Ripple worked, and Kars’ entire arm explodes.   Yeah!  Then he falls off the temple, and Joseph loosens the rope to help him on his way down.    Cool!  Then Kars lands on a bunch of spiky rocks, the same gruesome fate he intended for Lisa Lisa.   Yeah, how’s that taste, Kars?   You loincloth-wearin’ piece of crap?  

So... yeah, we won!  Great job everyone!  Except for the Nazis, they can all go fuck off and die in a fire.   Smokey’s feeling a lot better about everything, so he asks Speedwagon about Lisa Lisa.   See, earlier, Lisa revealed to Joseph that she was the baby that Erina rescued at the end of Phantom Blood.   But Erina told Smokey about the same baby back in New York, and Smokey knows that Lisa Lisa is Joseph’s mother.  

Except, Erina told Joseph that his mother died of a disease when he was a baby, so how can Lisa be alive and a Ripple Master?   Speedwagon agrees to explain, since Smokey took care of Erina while he was away, but he insists that Smokey not reveal any of this to Joseph, because it’s Joestar family business.  

I hadn’t really considered it until now, but this is the first time we’ve seen Smokey and Speedwagon interact so far.   They’ve gotten to know each other off-panel, and they seem to have a bond over their shared respect for the Joestars, so it lulled me into thinking they’ve appeared together before this.    Anyway...

The origin of Lisa Lisa isn’t all that complicated, actually.   She was raised by Straizo and became a Ripple warrior, while Jonathan and Erina’s son, George Joestar II, joined the British Air Force in World War I.   George and Lisa fell in love, married, and had a baby, Joseph.  

The catch is that there was one last zombie from Phantom Blood.   Speedwagon and Straizo thought they got all of Dio’s zombies, but one of them was very clever and managed to stay hidden.    He just made sure to eat his victims’ entire body, so as not to leave any physical evidence.   Also, he faked a disability to excuse himself from any daylight activities.    By the 1910′s, he had successfully infiltrated the RAF as a Major.  

So George learned of this, because he knew all the Phantom Blood lore from his wife and mother.    But George never had any Ripple abilities himself.   He may have had the potential for it, but he was never trained, and I guess he didn’t develop it naturally, the way Joseph did.  

So he tried to gather evidence to expose the zombie Major, but his plan backfired and the zombie killed him instead, then covered up George’s death by reporting it as a plane crash.    Speedwagon and Straizo investigated this, but before they could act...

Lisa got wind of it and took matters into her own hands.  She killed the zombie major, but she did it in front of another officer.   The authorities knew nothing of zombies or Stone Masks, so they just thought she murdered an RAF officer in cold blood.    So she had to leave Britian as a fugitive, and she’s been living in exile in Italy ever since.    The Speedwagon Foundation has been trying to clear her name, but I doubt there’s whole lot they could do about a case like this.

And there you have it.   Erina was so heartbroken over the death of her son and the exile of her daughter-in-law that she asked Speedwagon to never tell Joseph what really happened to his parents, and to keep the Ripple a secret from him.   Of course, none of that really worked, because Joseph developed the Ripple on his own, and Straizo and Stroheim forced Joseph to develop those abilities even further, leading him directly to his long lost mother.   Erina wanted to protect Joseph, but she couldn’t save him from his own fate.    Smokey starts crying, and I’m like “same tbh.”  

This ties back to a point I made early on.   When I watched the anime, it seemed kind of random to introduce Smokey, then drop him for most of the story, then bring him back at the end.   But now, it makes a lot more sense.   He was a viewpoint character, but only so far as the stuff about the Joestar Family.   All the fighting and Ripple stuff could be done without Smokey, since Joseph could function as his own viewpoint character for that part.   And while it’s kind of weird for Smokey to be absent for so long, it helps that he seemed to feel the same way.    He clearly went out of his way to join Speedwagon on this mission to Switzerland.  He simply cares about the Joestar Family that much.    He couldn’t sit in New York and wait for an update.

Anyway, Lisa’s going to be okay, and the vampires are all dead, and Kars is slowly dying from the Ripple wound Joseph gave him, so it looks like we’re all finished here.   Stroheim decides to put Kars out of his misery by shooting him with high-intensity UV rays.   Maybe that’s overkill at this point, but we might as well let Stroheim have his fun.

Oh SHI--

So yeah, Kars had the Red Stone of Aja this whole time, but he only just now decided to use it.   That’s because the Stone will only amplify the power of his special Stone Mask if there’s a powerful light source.    This whole fight has been happening at night, so Kars had to wait until morning to try this little stunt.  But Stroheim has helpfully supplied a bunch of UV lamps, and those work just peachy, thanks.   Fuck Stroheim forever.

And just like Dio and Straizo before, the Stone Mask digs bony protrusions into Kars’ brain, but this time the mask has the Super Aja powering it, so Kars stands to gain even more power, turning him into... what exactly?  

[finrad]

Running - Arwen x Reader

This is like 2k words I really hope you like it. I'm low-key crushing on Arwen rn.

Warning: Kinda angsty? But then it gets really fluffy.

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Being a mortal meant being unable to fit in. It meant that there was no way that you can truly fit in with the elves that live in Rivendell. They seem to just be perfect, and you were far from being like them, no matter how hard you tried. You were so different, and not in a good way.

You tried to think about the things that you love to calm you down. There was the singing that would soothe you to sleep, the friendliness of the folk, the occasional visits from mortals like you, and most of all, you had your soon-to-be wife, Arwen Úndomiel.

She is the lady of Imladris and a lady of Lórien, and one of the most beautiful elves to ever live in Middle-earth. You knew that she got her beauty from one of her ancestors, the famed beauty Lúthien. It was obvious, seeing how gorgeous she is.

Of course, you weren't only in love with her looks. Sure, she looked absolutely enchanting, but she was far more than just a pretty face. Arwen was much more. Not only is she kind and loving, but she's brave and loyal to those she loves. She has a lot of faith, even in the darkest of situations.

Lots of times, you thought about how somebody like her chose a person like you. Compared to her, you seemed to be nothing. You weren't the descendant of a famed beauty. You aren't the child of Lord Elrond and Lady Celebrían, and grandchild of Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn.

There were days where you felt like leaving the elven city of Rivendell and going to your old home, Bree. But then you realized that you were probably being dramatic. What about Arwen? What would she think if you ran away. She'd think that you are a coward.

But then you also thought about how leaving could be the best for you. You were not worthy of living among such beautiful and interesting folk. You felt that maybe being around other mortals was going to help you live out your best life. But are you really living a good life if you're living it without the love of your life?

What if your relationship with Arwen wasn't true? As she is far better than you are, of course she wasn't in love with you. All of these thoughts frustrated you. They frustrated you to the point that you decided what to do.

You decided that you had to get out of this place. Rivendell just might not be the place for you, despite the fact that you met the person that you plan to marry here. Obviously you were going to slightly miss Rivendell, but you guessed that it wasn't right to be here.

Slowly, with much sorrow, you began to pack your bags. In them were necessary items, such as food, clothes, and water. You also added in some items that meant a lot to you, such as a love letter that Arwen wrote to you, a ring that you were given during your time in the city, and other things.

Finally, when you were done packing, you stood up, stared at the bed that you slept in, and walked out of your door. Part of you was glad to finally be able to fit in by leaving, but another part was gnawing at you for leaving Arwen.

Who knows what you'll do to her? Unless you were right when you thought that she didn't love you. Instead of continuing to be sad about going away from Arwen, meaning that your relationship with her would be over, you went on to leave the city.

Soon enough, Rivendell was in the distance. And now, you were off to Bree. Hopefully, you will be happier in a place where you will be able to fit in. Elves were far too perfect, and being around them definitely wasn't helping you feel good. As you went away, you wondered what Arwen was doing.

Meanwhile in Rivendell, Arwen had entered your home after a long day. What she needed was a cuddle from you and maybe a little kiss. You were a huge part of her world. She loves you.

However, she went into your home and saw that you weren't there. Arwen looked all over the place. She still couldn't find you. A wave of panic flooded over her. Trying to calm herself down, she figured that you must be outside, and she should ask around to see if anyone has seen you.

Arwen walked up to Glorfindel and asked if he has seen you. The large elf shook his head, to her disappointment. She gave herself hope by telling herself that there are many people in Rivendell. At least one of them could have seen you.

"I truly hope that you get the answer that you desire." Glorfindel told Arwen. The elven lady thanked the elf and walked off to find other people. She hoped that they had seen you.

Then, Arwen had found Lindir. Perhaps he knew where you went off to. "Have you seen my love?" she asked. "I'm very worried." To Arwen's dismay, Lindir shook his head. Still, she kept hope that somebody has seen you.

The elven lady went to many people who lives in Rivendell. No matter who they were. She needed to find you, because she was getting concerned. It wasn't until Arwen had asked her brother Elladan when she got an answer that she wanted.

"Oh, I believe to have seen your lover walk outside the city." Elladan explained. "I assumed that they were going hunting or something, so I didn't stop them."

"Thank you, Elladan." Arwen said. She decided that she had to go out to find you. There is a chance that she won't be able to see you if she doesn't try to find you.

Without asking anyone for permission, she mounted on a horse and went out and tried to find you. It was odd that you left without warning. Usually, if you were going out, you would tell Arwen. But today, you hadn't, which made Arwen a little nervous that you were leaving her for good.

As Arwen set out to find you, you were already a long distance from Rivendell. You couldn't see the city at all from where you were. Finally, you were away. Now you had to go to Bree. It was going to be a long, and potentially dangerous, journey, but you were going to push through, no matter who stops you.

Right now, your stomach was killing you. So, you decided that it's most likely time to rest for a bit and have some food and water. As you sat and ate your food, you thought to yourself. How was Arwen doing right now? She must have noticed that you left, so you were curious as to how she felt about your sudden departure.

At the moment, Arwen was still going to find you. She was confident that she could find you somewhere around the area, as you couldn't have gone far. The elf wasn't going to stop until she found you. There was no stopping her unless she was far too hungry and thirsty, or she was badly injured.

You continued to eat and drink until you heard the sound of hoofs. A sick feeling was in your stomach. Unfortunately, there was much evil lurking in the world right now, so you worried that the source of the sound was not a good person.

Well, you assumed that until you heard soft singing coming from the same area. The voice was clear and could totally enchant a person into following it. You just knew that the voice was that of an elf, but you weren't too sure whose it was.

And then you found the elf that was singing. It was Arwen, on a horse so strong and tall. She had some kind of glow to her. A glow that drew you to her, no matter how much you wanted to stay hidden. Instead of continuing your trip to Bree, you walked up to her. You loved her, and you didn't want to stay away from her.

"Arwen!" you shouted at the top of your lungs, with an incredible amount of emotion. You felt tears coming in, and you just couldn't explain why. The place where you were in was quiet, but your thoughts were loud. "Arwen! My love!"

Arwen looked down at you and smiled so brightly. You could swear that her smile could chase away dark clouds in the sky, as it made you so happy. She got off of her horse and you gave her a bear hug. It had only been a short amount of time since you last saw her, but you were so excited to see her because of the pain you felt. The guilt. Seeing her happy to see you made you remember that she didn't hate you. Arwen loved you, and she has for a long time.

You noticed that at first, Arwen was surprised by the hug. Then, she put her arms around you and rested her head on your shoulder. Elves didn't embrace others like humans did. You knew this, but still the excitement made you hug her.

"Next time you should tell me when you're planning to leave. You had me worried sick." Arwen told you, after you stopped hugging her. "But enough of that, I'm just glad that you are safe. Why did you leave anyways?"

You sighed. "I wasn't feeling good enough in the city of elves. You all are perfect, and too perfect for me. Now, I do know that you have flaws, but... they're better than mine." you explained. "I was starting to feel that I wasn't loved. And that assumption lead me to leaving. I look like such a horrible person to you now, don't I? A coward, who ran away."

Arwen shook her head. "No, you are no coward. A coward would completely give up if they had those feelings. A coward wouldn't risk their life by going on a potentially perilous path to safety just to be happy." she assured you. "And a coward wouldn't run up to the love of their life if they see them. You are no coward. You are brave and intelligent. And a good person. I love you, and my love will never fade." She placed her forehead against yours and slowly shut her eyes. The beauty of Arwen had made you fall for her even more. And so did her voice and her words.

Gorgeous were her grey eyes. They could make a person fall in love at first sight. Then her hair was silky and dark. It flowed down like a waterfall up to her lower back. Her skin was soft and touchable. She had good fashion sense. Every day, she would wear an outfit that would compliment her looks. Not only did her outfit compliment her looks, but so did her personality. It was amazing. Arwen had a perfect blend of traits that made her irresistible to you. When she opened up to you and showed you the flaws she had, you fell for her even more. Though she seemed perfect, she wasn't. And that's what drew you to her even more.

"I love you, too." you simply stated, being soothed by the soft breaths that Arwen was taking. You looked at her lips, considering whether or not you should capture them in a kiss. Her lips were soft and pink, and you were in a moment of bliss. "My love is like a flower that shall never wilt. It was nothing but a mere seed long ago, when we first met, but then as we learned more about each other, it bloomed. And you water the flower that is my love for you each day, by caring for me. And for that, I need to thank you."

After you spoke, you pressed your lips against hers and felt the love flow through you. She was yours, and you were hers. That fact made you feel great. Your heart was pounding, and your eyes closed. This moment was so relaxing and you just felt calm. The worries that you had were away from your mind.

Once Arwen pulled away, you wanted more, but then you remembered that you needed to get home. You needed to go to Rivendell, because Bree was no longer your home. People have said that home is where your heart is, and your heart is with Arwen.

[canyouhearthelight]

The Miys, Ch. 80

Holy rabies, chapter 80.  While I’m well aware that I will have to trim things out if I ever publish this in hardcopy, the distance I’ve come since starting with a little 300 word one-shot never ceases to amaze me. So far, this story is a whopping 162k words, and feels nowhere close to finished.

Therefore, if you are reading this, I want to thank you, and YOU, personally.  While this is a small blog, with just a hair over 500 followers, and I don’t seen the reblogs that other blogs do, I do see all the likes of people who don’t follow me.  I appreciate all of it, 

The day had finally come: my, Grey’s, and Xiomara’s work schedules finally reached an alignment only surpassed by celestial objects in its rarity.  A large group of us were gathered in Xio’s office, since her space was larger than mine, and she regularly held staff meetings - unlike Grey who just checked on their staff while working and held meetings remotely.  Still, with six of us present, it was pretty cozy and we tried to limit non-essential people to keep it from getting too crowded.

When I arrived with Maverick in tow, Xiomara and Grey were already sitting with my sister. “There you are,” Tyche rolled her eyes dramatically.  “I only want to go over this information once.”

“Still waiting on Arthur,” I pointed out.

“You wouldn’t have to if you would get out of the door,” snarked a voice behind me.

Maverick gently steered me to a chair and deposited me in it before taking his own, allowing Arthur to take the seat beside Xiomara. Xio arched an eyebrow and glanced around. “Are we sure this is everyone?  I feel like I am missing a few faces.”

“Conor’s on beta shift this week,” Maverick answered first. “And I love him to pieces, but tactics are not at all in his list of talents.”

“Alistair has taken over my office to meet with the Chief Archivist regarding a project she is working on,” I added.  After tapping a couple indicators on the table, I flicked a file at the visual that appeared in the middle.  “He was thoughtful enough to send along all the information he has to contribute, along with theories, however.”

Eyes turned to Tyche. “Antoine had an appointment and honestly didn’t seem to have much to contribute to the situation.”  She seemed tense when she mentioned it, so I filed that away to talk to her later before focusing back on the matter at hand.

None too soon, it appeared, as Grey was next to speak. “In that case, let us begin. Sophia, you asked for this meeting to discuss a concern that recently presented itself to you.  You sent us both a severely abbreviated overview of what you are concerned about, so elaborating would be useful.”

“That’s why you’re here, actually,” Tyche confessed. “While those of us who frequently try to solve the problems of humanity for esses and gees were arguing over the severity of the situation - or if there even is a situation - Alistair actually pointed out that we should lay everything out in front of you, Grey, and ask if our suspicions held up.”

After a nod from Grey and a confused look from Xiomara and Maverick, Tyche and I outlined what we had noticed and allowed Arthur to explain his suspicions. Once we finished, Grey nodded again, solemnly. “From the limited information you have, as you would be viewing it from the outside, I can understand your concerns.  Sophia, the event that occurred with you and our host in the corridor, along with the looks you have all mentioned you receive from these parties, does seem to indicate an ‘us versus them’ mentality. Also, you collectively mention these groups falling silent as you near, along with potentially deactivation of their translation implants; these certainly point to the groups being discouraged from socializing or interacting with anyone not a member of their hypothetical organization. If they have truly managed to deactivate or circumvent their translation implants, that would be even more concrete evidence, as it is evidence of isolationism. However,” they cautioned, “it is nearly impossible to identify a cult without knowing fully of their culture. The information you have provided could equally describe, say, a group of persons who took a vow of silence and eat a diet that lends to digestive issues.”

Maverick and Arthur snorted, earning dirty looks. Maverick shrugged. “Grey literally just said these people are either a cult or a group of constipated Buddhist monks, and you expect no one to laugh?”

“It wasn’t an either/or situation,” Grey corrected calmly. “I simply wanted to make it clear that the answer is not conclusive.” They rested their chin on templed fingers. “The most important identifying factors for a cult can only be seen from within, unfortunately.  And, as secrets and isolation are also key traits, we would only be sure if we spoke to someone who is in the process of being brought within the fold, or someone who recently defected.  Assuming this truly is a cult.”

“If it isn’t a cult, we can probably relax a little, but we should still probably probe it,” Arthur stated.  As I opened my mouth to object, he held up a hand to stop me. “Sophia, if you are about to point out what the Baconists did, and try to argue that they weren’t a cult, I will personally request that Tyche drag you to have your brain examined. Failing that, I’ll convince her to let me do it myself, I swear on all the gods I ever prayed to.” After a steady glare - and a traitorous nod from Tyche - I scowled and let him continue. “That being said, the other purpose of this meeting is strategy: what are we going to do if this actually is a cult, assuming it is one that is detrimental to the Ark.”  When I started to interject again, he rolled his eyes and gave me a baleful glare that ranked only half a point below my sister. “Aetherius Society, Raelism, and a few more.  Weird, but not really harmful.”

“Soooo, all harmful groups are cults, but not all cults are harmful?” Maverick asked for clarification.

Tyche shrugged and tilted her head side to side. “On a ship of ten thousand people, where our species’s continued existence depends on all of us surviving and working together? I would up that to ‘all harmful groups are doomsday cults’, if we’re being really honest.”

Arthur actually made finger guns at Tyche. “Exactly. Detriment to the Ark means detriment to humanity. So, doomsday cult.”

Xiomara leaned forward, a predatory curiosity evident in her eyes. “If we are going to assume this is a cult, we need to focus higher.  Cults are organizations, organizations are like snakes: they have a head. Cut that off, the whole thing dies.”

“Hubbard,” Tyche coughed, not nearly delicate enough to avoid a glare from Xio, but unabashed nonetheless.

“The point is,” Xio continued through clenched teeth, “If this is a cult, it has a leader. Do we have any ideas on that?”

“We actually might,” Maverick offered. He brought up the file Alistair asked me to share, flicking through photos until he found what he was looking for. “Does anyone recognize this person?”

It was an image of a man’s face.  With pale blue eyes and dirty blonde hair, he looked disturbingly similar to me and my sister.  His hair was long on top, short on the sides. A long, somewhat sharp nose gave him an imperious expression - one eerily like Tyche’s when she wasn’t trying to be pleasant.  However, the crawling of not-quite-familiarity ended when I reached his smile: perfectly straight teeth that no one in my family had ever possessed, including - most notably - perfectly even teeth.  Both sides of our family had canines which were just long enough and just sharp enough to be noticeable, which led to entirely too many vampire jokes as we grew up.

There was more to the familiarity, however. “Maverick, can you pull up all of the group images we’ve captured since we started collecting trends?”

He nodded before digging into the larger file.  After a few moments, an enormous grid of images formed a globe above the table.  I started isolating and discarding, and as he realized what I was doing, Arthur joined in.  In the end, we had just over one-third as many photos.

All of them showed the man in the image Maverick originally isolated.

Maverick nodded. “Alistair specifically mentions in his file that this person shows up more frequently, statistically, than anyone else.” He flipped through and popped about twenty more images up before explaining, “These show persons of the same profile and matching a height of the one in the image I showed originally.”

“So, we think this may be the cult leader?” Xiomara asked for confirmation, eyes already darting around, fingers tapping at her datapad.  Finally, she twisted her hand and, essentially, threw the imaginary contents at the projections.  What we got was a three-dimensional model of our suspect. “This model matches a man on board, named Jokull Bjornson.  He is from Canada, both originally and where we picked him up. Led an enclave in the After, focused around Norse/Icelandic faith.” She paused before giving everyone a very… odd?.. look. “He also is the one who submitted the name we eventually chose for the new colony. Which,” she held up one hand to stop objections, “I still stand by my vote in favor. However, I think we need to take the reasoning behind that name into account when creating a psychological profile.” Her hand dropped, ceding the floor.

Silence dropped like wet snow while we all took this information in.  However, before it could go on too long, Arthur snapped forward. “What kind of enclave was he leading?  Because, depending on how it operated under his leadership, that indicates anything from ‘something we can get in and negotiate with’ to ‘very serious threat’.  If nothing else, if he kept something together in the After, he’s no joke we can just laugh off.”

In response, Xiomara brought up another file on her datapad and glanced over it. “According to his original intake interview, it was a largely peaceful one, in as much as any group like that could be in the circumstances.  Only used violence in self defense or to protect the group, that kind of thing. Records show that Miys detected no traces of deliberate misinformation.” She dismissed her datapad and sighed at the ceiling.  “As we’ve learned, that isn’t as conclusive as we would like.  Hujylsogox can’t tell when someone is passing on information they believe but is still false, and obfuscation escapes Noah on a regular basis.”

Arthur stared at each of us in turn, asking for clarification. Before he even got to Maverick, my partner was filling in the blanks. “The traitor, Arantxa Bidarte.  That was kind of before my time, but from what I understand, at no point did she even raise a slight amount of concern with Noah, despite being around several of his avatars on a regular basis, while plotting, and even while isolated on Level One.”

“She truly believed she was working to the benefit of Terra, the galaxy, and so on,” I added softly. “Righteous causes, regardless of the execution or principle, don’t exactly set off alarms for Noah.”

Not one to get distracted, Arthur nodded in acknowledgement and ploughed on. “An entire rebellion was caused in Haiti by Duvalier committing mass murder on wide swathes of his own people as ‘preventative defense’, so I’m not even a little convinced here.  Do we know how many times this little fiefdom of his had to ‘defend’ itself?”

Much more steadily, Xiomara nodded. “Twice.  Again, verified by Noah.”

“Since this is quantitative data, we can be certain there is no margin for error,” Grey added. “My team has, with our host’s permission, run over a hundred tests, and there is no way to falsify information of this nature with Miys, unless the person conveying the information was deliberately misinformed and not allowed to verify the data set.”

“Meaning, if our prospective cult leader says it was two, either he wasn’t in as much control as he thought, or it actually was only twice,” I translated.

Xiomara stood, both hands flat on the table. “Right now, this is a lot of ‘what ifs’. We’ve discussed ‘what if’ this is a cult, ‘what if’ the leader of said possible cult is power-hungry, and ‘what if’ he is a figurehead.  To Grey’s point, however, we have no concrete proof.”  She paused, ensuring she had everyone’s attention. “I understand your concerns.  Really, I very much do, and I am extremely appreciative that you brought them to myself and Grey, rather than running off on some ham-handed, suicidally altruistic mission to handle this yourselves.” 

Hands dropping to her sides, Xio took a deep breath. “Here is what’s going to happen.  My team and I are going to analyze these photos.  In a broad sweep, we are going to bring in the top five people who appear most frequently - ostensibly this would be the leader and his lieutenants.” She glanced at Grey, who nodded in confirmation. “I will not detail anything else regarding the operation, to ensure execution goes smoothly.  Do not speak of this, even to each other, once the door to the corridor opens.  Tell your partners and adjuncts that you can’t speak of it right now, but you will when you are able to do so.  If they behave out of character, notify me at the first, safe opportunity to do so. However, I want this to be abundantly clear: If I find, in any way, that the results of that sweep show prior knowledge, I will hold every single person in this room responsible.  I’m not joking. Do not discuss this, even with me, no matter how long it takes to see fruition. Is that understood?”

I would be lying if I said I wasn’t hesitant. Maverick and I knew, but couldn’t tell Conor?  Really, that was my only stopping point: Alistair, I knew, would accept being told that I couldn’t elaborate on the results of this meeting.  I was sure that Antoine would be understanding of Tyche saying the same.  But I had never been anything but transparent with Conor, and I wasn’t even sure Maverick  could lie. A glance at Maverick showed the same trepidation, but he nodded his support all the same. Clearly, neither of us liked the instruction, but were going to support each other in its execution.

Arthur, clearly, had no such hesitation or doubts.  “Gag order. Understood.”

Gag order, indeed.  What an apt name, when gagging was all I wanted to do in that moment.

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[simplecatgirl]

 (Note: I know Fate: the Winx Saga had only a teaser trailer, despite it blatant whitewashing of the cast, it seems unfair to shit on it. However, Netflix had proven themselves to be awful at adaptations of more varied or light-hearted stories in attempt to chase the popularity that GOT and Riverdale had succeed. So, it is fair for people to be pissed at Netflix’s latest attempt to chase a false trend).  

I want to take the time to talk about something that resonate with me in the series and I prayed doesn’t happen in the show: Sky and Bloom’s relationship along with Brenden(?) and Stella. I mentioning these two as they are seen in the trailer for the moment. (I think Brenden is the brown guy throwing around a knife while walking. I also think he is the guy fighting another guy). This a lot more personal as I’m not the most prepared of talking about the whitewashing, or I’m good at explaining the weird idea of darking the show. 

I don’t want Sky and Bloom’s relationship ending up like Archie and Veronica’s relationship in Riverdale. I’m going laid that out quick. Archie and Veronica’s relationship always put me cause how sexualize it always felt or overly dramatic. Every clip, reviews, and episode I seen with Archie and Veronica made me uncomfortable. (Didn’t help for a good bit, they supposed to be my age, which is yikes forever). It felt more like a soft-core porn than a relationship at times, which is fine itself if they weren’t teenagers. Anyone can argue that teenagers do have this kind of relationship, and I will agree with you. I had been friends or met teenagers that had this kind of relationship, but the way Riverdale put it in your face is grosser than it suppose to be. 

I don’t know how the relationship between Archie and Veronica actually played out in the comics, but I know what sky and Bloom’s relationship was to me. Winx Club, Kim possible, and varies other shows made me fall in love with establish relationships or relationships that get establish in series and stays together for rest of the time. I eat that shit up every time. I think slow burns are really great but I can’t stand much of them for long. The pining phase is great but I get bored of it really quickly. Give me the two girlfriends that babysit a cyrtid child. Give me the two husbands that run constant get-rich-quick schemes. Give me the ploy couple that run a flying ship. Winx club gave me that itch, which stay for so many years. 

Most of the relationships in Winx club have a speedy pace of getting together, although some don’t stay long due story (Aisha/Layla and Nabu) and others are just tiring to me (Musa and Riven). 

I had always wanted a romantic relationship when I was young. Unfortunately, I didn’t have much of example of what a healthy relationship looks like snice my parents’ relationships grew more and more unhealthily. Then Bloom met Sky...I think that was my first realization that my parents’ relationship doesn’t have to be mines. 

One word I would described Sky and Bloom together: loving. The series establish quickly that Bloom likes Sky and Sky likes Bloom; there wasn’t a wait where they constantly stringing you along on whatever they actually like each other than pining. No, they said, “They attracted to each other, let’s go.” It just felt much more refreshing to me. As they got more comfortable together, you get so much sense of respect and love between sky and bloom. Sky knows that Bloom is quite powerful, though he sometimes fumbled his bag with this. Bloom knows that Sky is a pretty damn good specialist. They never quite a time where they undermined each other on their albites. Sky drinks that respect women juice like a sailor with beer. Sky is himbo that adores Bloom, and Bloom adores Sky so much; in fact, varies villains use Sky against her snice they all know how much she cares for sky as much she care for her friends. 

When drama happens in their relationship, I never roll your eyes at it. I’m so hooked on it cause I have seen their struggle to stay together. I have seen the struggle they face separately and together as a couple. They always grew stronger together and I love that. Simple nuisances are also what made it so great. Sky is a lot more considerate to his duty as a leader and a prince, which can make him bump heads with Bloom, a princess without a kingdom. Sky get jealous, and Bloom does too. Yet, they always come on top, and I love it. 

Now, Stella and Brendon’s relationship is something I never notice the first time until I got more into reading media analysts. Stella and Brendon are similar to the same tone of Cleo and Deuce from Monster High. A lot of teen movies, books, and shows would have a female villain that was either a popular ‘slut’ or popular egoistical/stuck-up girl. This is for our main character to look better and look like a downgrade. The antagonist has a ‘I’m better than every single one of you’ attitude; These stories would demonize these traits in a female character as if you are major ‘bitch’ to be overly confident. Some stories would a more nuisance point of this trait if this trait is use cause damages to other. Most of time, it just use to make you hate a female character in order to left up the main character. 

Now, both Stella and Cleo are very egoistical characters but they are never shame of having that level of confident. In fact, no one ever really hates her for it outside of villains. Cleo was shame for being a bully, but she never change her ‘I’m hotter than hot’ attitude. Her attitude make other really like her, and she uses it to help others. In usual shows, they would be shame for their attitude; in their stories, they just shame for being jerks to random people. That’s it. 

Another thing, these egoistical female characters have a boyfriend. This boyfriend is the main character’s love interest. However, these writer realizes you wouldn’t be on board if this turn out into a cheating story, so they make the female villain basically be controlling. It less the male love interest escaping a abusive relationship and more: ‘Crazy bitch, lol.’ This never happen with Stella and Brenden. 

Like Deuce, when Stella on her ‘I’m amazing’ talk, Brendon never seems annoyed with it or tried of it. Brendon knows that this make Stella, who is amazing. Like Cleo, Stella cares a lot about her man. Like Cleo, her boyfriend’s support mean a lot to her. Like Cleo, Stella does know that Brendon isn’t what people consider her level but she doesn’t care. Both Cleo and Stella live for popularity but they cared more for friends and their boyfriends. Brendon and Deuce never sit in on their attitude unless it going far to hurt someone. 

Stella proud herself on her looks and loved the praise from Brendon and her friends. In episode 3, season 3: Stella gets turned into a fish beast and she started to freak out. Not only was she ripped away from her proud: her beauty, she was sacred on how Brendon would react as she knows he likes her looks. Then Brendon comes in like, “I’m going to love you no matter how you look like, cause you will always be Stella to me.” (This episode is a refence to beauty and the beast, just pointing that out there). Stella loves Brenden and Brenden loves her. 

One thing I would say that if they put the characters in a LGBTQ relationship in the new series, I would be so down for it. Especially snice a lot of the fans had the show help them realizes they were LGBTQ. It wouldn’t fucking justified this shit series pulls.

The original always had a complex concept under everything, it just never force it down your throat. It cares more about your invest in the characters, relationships, and the story. It was colorful and a fun trip. This idea of that complex concepts have to come from dark and edgy shows isn’t true. I don’t think Fate will hit half of what the original show has, but maybe it can be something.

Thank you for listening to my weird rambles and have a good day. 

[faean]

Adamance of a Dragon

Made in collaboration with @i-am-here-with-fanfic.

Rating: T+; Innuendos are always fun.

Word Length: 3,122

Chapter 4- A Different Perspective

           In the likely event that I would be teased for befriending Todoroki so swiftly (being bisexual and a dragon gave my adoptive family a lot of opportunities), I was not about to let Aaron ‘get off the hook’, so to speak. Besides, he had no need to worry about being kissed on the cheek; he was straight, despite the fact that many people back in the States thought he and I were dating. Bloody idiots, we are like brothers!

           Not sure why that was where my mind went, especially when mum began scolding Aaron.

           She was shocked to hear of the incident, pulling on her son’s cheeks as she questioned, “Do you have any idea on how many people you worried? Did you already forget the basics?”

           When she let go, Aaron rubbed his cheeks, a few tears welling up in his eyes. “I said I couldn’t contain myself… I’m sorry.” He slumped down in a chair nearby.

           Aria sighed as she shook her head. “Thank you, Faian, for letting me know. From what you’ve told me, I think he has been punished enough. In any case, how did training go for the both of you? Aaron, were you able to absorb your iron back into your system? And Faian, did you lengthen the duration you can wield your blades,” she asked, walking towards the kitchen to serve dinner.

           Getting up from his seat, Aaron followed and helped her set the table. He told her he was able to not only reclaim his iron but was able to create a dagger instead of just a needle. Mum congratulated him, sitting at her spot as Aaron and I sat beside her at the table. Turning towards me for my ‘evaluation’, I told her I increased my duration for each elemental stance by two minutes, a total of seven minutes for each element, forty-two minutes all together. She had a warm smile, and I could not help but smile as well, until she ruffled both mine and Aaron’s hair.

           Giggling while pleading for her to stop, we asked her about her day at work when she finally did. In between bites of food, she told us she was doing well at her new job, working at the police station as a private counselor for heroes. It was her first day since moving here, and she has funny stories to tell us; something Aaron and I are greatly fond of.

           Obviously, she must keep all the information of her actual work confidential, but many of the officers try to pry and find out the secret of the heroes she counsels (it being her first day, they likely thought she would slip up; she did not). So, her natural reaction to these attempts is to feign ignorance and act forgetful; which nearly broke me. I mean, Aria is like ‘Super Mum’- cooker of excellent food and kicker of ass. The mere suggestion that people could believe her to be incompetent is absolutely hilarious. Even Aaron was stifling his laughter. Well, trying to.

           Part way through dinner, I got up to get a drink from the refrigerator. It was at this time that mum asked me how my evening with Todoroki went yester night, and if I had any plans to visit him. I could feel Aaron smirking as she asked.

           I also no longer felt any guilt (assuming I had any) for revealing the train fight to Aria.

           “It went well. We shared some soba, he taught me the proper etiquette for a meal, and I met his elder sister. We also plan on having a training day together, should he have the time.” I said as I returned to my seat, hoping to avoid any jo-.

           “You’re going to spend an entire day getting hot and sweaty with a boy?” Aria insinuated.

           “And dream of your sweet Romeo on lonesome nights?” Aaron teased.

           Taking a deep breath, I first looked at Aria, staring into her dark blue eyes. Speaking with oversaturated sincerity, I inquired, “Ah, silly mum, you remember that I am near-immune to either extreme of temperature, no?” Turning to Aaron, I continued, “and dear brother, did you forget my dreams are of the fantastical variety? I have not any control over them.”

           It was silent for a few moments, my blatant sarcasm settling on their ears. Aaron was the first to speak.

           “I have some condoms from sex ed. before we moved. They’re good for another two or three years.”

           SMACK

           Aria slapped Aaron on the back of his shoulder, exclaiming, “NO sex jokes until you’re 18 young man! But good PSA.”

           “I am 14 bleeding years old!” I had shouted, slamming my fists on the table for more dramatic effect. Also, to show that I truly do feel abashed by this.

           Without missing a beat, Aria responded. “You’re also a dragon. And your ruts and heats are getting worse,” her voice took on a more concerned tone, “you’ve less than two years before you’re stuck indoors for entire months. Aaron and I don’t have the capacity to care for you during those times. I know you aren’t looking for a mate, but at least bond with more people. Please?”

           A heavy sigh escaped from me as I slumped back into my chair. I gave her a small nod and agreed with her once more when she asked me to start using my Prudentia form after I start class.

           She was the one person I simply could not defy. I mean, she had taken me in after the death of my entire immediate family. She raised me alongside Aaron and the three of us were content together. Even though I am not of her blood, I shall fight for her as if she had undergone those months of pain carrying me; just like my true mother had.

           After all, ‘The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb.’

           Aaron and I were washing the dishes while mum was tending to her garden. She had planted quite a few sunflower seeds, claiming they reminded her of her favorite hero- All Might. They had yet to start growing, but she was adamant about caring for them.

           Speaking of All Might, he smelled vaguely familiar. I could not quite place his scent, considering I was on the verge of sensory overload from being in the ocean and using my quirk to rid of some of the trash. Then, there was that blond skeleton who restrained Aaron at Tatooin Station (I am loving all the references in this town). He smelled a lot like All Might and I could barely discern Aaron from him. It is possible they just have similar scents, after all, there were dozens, if not hundreds, of people nearby. I would not doubt if I got confused.

           But there was the matter that Aaron looked fairly like the skeletal man. They had comparable striking eyes and Aaron’s hair before he started styling it would be nearly indistinguishable. My suspicions were raised even further when a bang fell from his hair, framing his face before he tucked it behind his ear.

           Before I could form any questions, my phone went off. I received a message from Todoroki asking me if I would like to spar with him, his sister acting as the referee. I replied, accepting his offer. Finishing the dishes, I told Aaron and went to tell Aria, letting them know I was about to head off. Fortunately, no attempts at innuendos were made. 

P.O.V. switch for the first time! Let us see how it turns out, and I shall leave it to you heathens to decide if you want more changes in perspective(s).

           I was sitting with Fuyumi while we waited for Nadal to arrive. She was happy that she’d be able to see him again and learn more about his quirk. Although he told me the basics of it, it was easy to tell he had a lot of hidden power; otherwise, he wouldn’t have gotten his license so early. Then again, I guess that doesn’t matter since he moved, and it was suspended.

           “Whoops.”

           That was, apparently, the only warning my sister and I got for Nadal’s arrival. He spiraled from the sky, catching himself last second with his crimson wings. Folding them around himself and sealing them away, he flashed a toothy grin, his sharp fangs rather noticeable. Fuyumi and I stood to greet him, walking towards him as he waved and gave a simple ‘Ello.’

           “Hello, Nadal. It’s good to see you again. I hope you’re ready for our sparring match.”

           Fuyumi pouted, “C’mon Shouto! He’s the first friend you’ve had in awhile and the first thing you tell him is to get ready to fight?”

           I have to admit, she had a point. Granchester and Nadal were the first people to genuinely be kind to me, and Nadal was peculiar. He doesn’t appear at all what someone with his power and stature could be assumed to be.

           I’m glad my old man had to stay late at his company so I could invite Nadal over, even with it being just the second day we have known one another. It’s refreshing to get to have someone else to talk to.

           “Well, I hope you are ready for a tussle. It has been too long since I battled someone other than Aaron. I am afraid he knows me much too well!” Nadal was still smiling, and he removed his jacket, tying it around his waist.

           I noticed the different colored bands around his wrists and on his neck, but it was Fuyumi who asked, “are those to help you control your dragon traits?”

           He nodded, stating, “I also use them to channel my magic. Overuse tends to break down my body as if it were made of porcelain, unfortunately. I am often constrained by time limits for a majority of my magic use.”

           Interrupting, I mentioned it would be better to see him demonstrate his quirk instead of just talking about it. Nadal agreed and I led him to the sparring area. We took our places, awaiting my sister’s command to start.

           “Fight!”

           I sent a wave of ice at Nadal, wanting to keep the pressure on him to prevent him from being able to retaliate. It didn’t work, though. With a simple kick, he sent a surge of electricity through the ice, shattering it and forcing me to create a wall to block the debris. Then, the wall of ice shifted until it was behind me, the ground unnaturally warped in its path.

           Nadal charged me with blinding speed, stopping in front of me before sending a spartan kick with his right leg. I was barely able to cover my abdomen in ice to absorb some of the force before I was sent flying into my previous wall. The force broke most of it, but it only demonstrated the amount of control Nadal had over his own power. He charged me again, sending more kicks charged with electricity. He kept me on the defensive, but he didn’t land any more serious hits.

           His fighting style relied on speed and emphasized powerful kicks, a dangerous combination as he only needed to land a single good hit to incapacitate someone, his speed giving him a better chance to do so. Fortunately, there was a break in his assault as he leaped back. I took notice of the cracks appearing on his ankles as his pants billowed with his movements. Before he landed, I covered the floor in ice, and he stumbled. Fuyumi briefly cheered for me before she composed herself, smiling widely as she watched us fight.

           My opportunity presenting itself, I moved in close, staying within his reach to prevent him from kicking effectively, despite close quarters not being my strongest point. I used my ice to enhance my punches and created walls to throw him against or restrict his movement even further.

           Unfortunately, I realized the battle was lost once he started to command the sky and earth in unison. Nadal had been sending surges of electricity into the floor as we fought, and with a snap of his fingers it evaporated, steam obscuring my vision. I tried to send a blast of ice around me to disperse it and push him back, but I couldn’t. Having used the steam to his advantage, Nadal concentrated it around me, dulling my senses and keeping me from noticing the vines and roots that sprouted from the ground and immobilized me.

           I was about to use my fire side to burn them away but thought it better to create a shell of ice around me and expelling it. Not only did I free myself, but I got a lucky hit off Nadal. Several of the ice shards had impacted with his legs, and he flinched. It was the first time I had caused any observable damage to him.

           With him currently distracted, I froze the area around him and tried to encase him in ice, copying his earlier attempt at restraining me. Instead, I was met with a coffin-shaped plate of light that pushed me back. Nadal changed his style, the band of white gold on his left wrist glowing and spinning slowly. The light plate flew back to him, resting near his forearm like a piece of levitating armor.

           Recalling that his light magic was used mostly for defense, I took advantage of the new distance between us. I sent wave after wave of ice after him from all directions, freezing the ground beneath me to slide around him, careful not to get close. With the relentless attacks and damage to his legs, the possibility of him slipping up and me getting a hit off and turning the tide of-

           “Piercing Light.”

           This was the first time Nadal spoke rather than huff or grunt, and his husky yet modulated voice caught me off guard. A shaft of light shot through all the ice and pierced straight through my chest, anchoring me to the ground. I was paralyzed but felt no pain, nor was I bleeding. It was as if the spear was acting as a focus for Nadal’s magic that kept me pinned.

           I was right. As Nadal walked out of the ice and neared me, he had several of those plates around him, another spear of light in his grasp. The closer he got, the more obvious the vein-like light that spread across my body, starting from the spear, became. It was in this moment that Fuyumi called the match and declared Nadal the victor.

           All of his light constructs dissipated, and I was able to move again. Fuyumi and I moved to congratulate him, but he toppled over. It was apparent why, as the cracks across his left arm reached his elbow. Fuyumi helped him sit up as I kneeled next to him, asking if he needed to rest.

           He rolled up his pant legs to see the amount of damage and, much like his arm, the cracks spread up to his joints. “Worry not. A few days of rest is all I need, along with suppressing some of my senses; however, I do appreciate the offer to rest here over night. Admittedly, I have faced far worse repercussions for using my magic like that. You certainly are a formidable opponent, dear Todoroki.”

           “That was amazing, Nadal! I thought Shouto had you there before you sent that spear! No wonder you’re getting into U.A. on recommendation. Although, are you sure you don’t want to stay to rest, even if only for a few hours?” Fuyumi’s concern was warranted, but Nadal appeared unfazed by his own condition.

           “Thank you, but my victory was not a result of my own skill. Todoroki Shouto, if I may impart some of my knowledge, a battle is like a balance. Only by tipping the scales in your favor shall you claim victory. If your opponent is faster, you must be stronger. If they are tougher, then be relentless. Should they be more powerful, then outwit them. The inverses are also true.”

           Nadal’s advise washed over me, as though it were embedded in my mind. I guess it has to do with him being a dragon.

           “I understand. My old man always told me that raw power and tenacity are all that matter in a fight.”

           This earned me an uproarious laugh from Nadal. It was contagious, and Fuyumi began to giggle as a I felt the corners of my lips tug upwards. “It may be true … to an extent! After all, you relied so heavily on your ice that I was able to formulate a strategy around it rather quickly. Todoroki, you may not want to utilize your flames, but there will come a time where your victory, and possibly your life, shall be determined by your use of the fire.”

           Again, Nadal’s words rang clear and true. It was weird how he made me feel, but I brushed it off, thinking it was due to him disagreeing with my old man’s philosophies. “Hopefully it doesn’t come to that. I will become a pro hero without having to use his quirk.”

           “Shouto…” Fuyumi was upset with how much we were insulting Endeavor, but Nadal responded before I could.

            He spoke softly, resting one hand on my shoulder, holding his free hand between us as he created a heart from fire. “Many elements have multiple facets to them. Air is kind yet ruthless. The earth can be compassionate or unforgiving. Light will blind and shadow obscure if your judgment is in question. Fire may be symbolic of anger and hate, but it also represents desire. Passion.

           His natural deep chocolate eyes gazed into mine, his touch was comforting and the fire between us warmed my very soul. Continuing, “With water, it is the culmination of life; it represents the will of a person. But it could easily turn to apathy and freeze one’s own heart.”

           Nadal demonstrated this with the flaming heart dying out, ice encasing it.

           When it was done it disappeared and Nadal looked down. “Forgive me, for I am certain I overstepped my boundaries.”

           Fuyumi and I stared at him. She held a look of utter disbelief at the sudden shift in his demeanor. I wasn’t sure how to react, and I didn’t get a chance to. We all heard the front door open, Endeavor announcing he’s home. Nadal took that as a sign to depart, but not before leaving my sister and I with one last piece of insight.

           “As payment for me sharing my knowledge, please, refer to me by my first name. Farewell, dear friends.”

Beta Reader, Collaborator, Owner of Aria and Aaron Granchester, and Creator of the Illegitimate Son storyline- @i-am-here-with-fanfic.

PS- I apologize for my inactivity. I have gotten back on track and starting next week, my schedule will be fixed.

[meimikana]

This one was actually written as a prompt from @ruakichan and posted on here, but I don’t feel like combing my tumblr to find it. So here it is again!

Dissidia Didn't Want Them: AO3 Fandom: Tales of Vesperia, Final Fantasy XIII-2 Pairing: Yuri/Flynn, Hope/Noel Rating: Teen Summary: Four hapless saps traveling together with not much to do.

P.S. The fic is under the cut for people who don’t wanna go to AO3 for whatever reason. Cheers~

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"We'll be right back!" Yuri called out, waving back towards Flynn and Hope before heading off after Noel.

Smiling wryly, Hope could only shake his head in fond exasperation. "Like clockwork."

"Without fail," Flynn spread his hands out and sighed heavily at the entire situation. "Just can't ever stay put, can they? I swear, one of these days I'm going to put a leash on Yuri and never take it off."

"It's not a bad idea," Hope said smoothly, his expression taking on a knowing light as he glanced over at Flynn out of the corner of his eye. "Assuming we ever find our way out of this strange, seemingly pointless land, and assuming we make it back to my world somehow, which is highly improbable with our current odds, I suppose I could let you borrow one of mine to try out on him."

Flynn very nearly tripped, but managed to right himself a few seconds later without too much trouble. "Very funny," he grumbled, but there was little heat to it. He was used to far worse teasing from other areas.

"So sure I'm joking?" Hope's smile quirked up in amusement. "You've already seen just how enthusiastic Noel can be when he feels like it. With that knowledge in hand, such a conclusion isn't too difficult to arrive at."

Flynn stayed silent for the next half-mile of their meandering journey, likely mulling over the possibilities in his mind, before finally speaking up. "No, you're right. I have no way of knowing for sure. And frankly, you never can tell with people. No matter how well you might know somebody, they can still surprise you at the oddest times."

Hope chuckled. "Well, to be fair, I've always taken the saying "It's always the quiet ones." a little too literally. It makes things interesting though."

Flynn couldn't help but snort in response. "It does at that." He was smiling now though, his steps a little lighter and his shoulders a little less droopy thanks to a joke that may not even be a joke. There really was no telling with Hope. When they'd first met up, Hope had come across as quite serious and well put together, so it had been easy enough for Flynn to decide to go along with them. The fact that Hope and Noel were the first - and only - people they'd run across in this... place had helped as well. And really, that first impression hadn't actually changed much, it had just... grown. Hope was a natural born leader, but he was also a nice person. But also a devious one, especially when he was paying Noel back for something inconsequential. So no, leashes didn't seem like they'd be too far out of the ordinary for someone like Hope Estheim. He probably had one for every day of the week. Designer ones at that. Hmmm.

"You don't have one in purple, do you?"

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The beast was quite big, with tufts of hair haphazardly sticking out of the rocky protuberances dotting the creature's body. They weren't part of a shell either, that was the damn thing's skin. Not exactly what Yuri would call a good prospect for dinner, much less getting back in one piece after a fight with it. The fact that it smelled like a sewer from downwind wasn't helping its case one little bit. If Noel thought that he was going to help at all with anything involving that thing, well, he had another thing coming. Such a happy lunatic...

"So what do you think?" Noel asked conspiratorially, an almost infectious grin plastered across his face.

"It's ugly," Yuri deadpanned. No way, no how, was he going to help Noel take that beast down. He preferred to stay in one piece, thank you very much.

"Well yeah," Noel shot back sarcastically, "That seems to be the theme of this stupid world, but that's beside the point. The point is what you think it will taste like."

"I don't know and I don't care," Yuri said blandly as he shifted around and started heading in the opposite direction from that hideous creature.

"Oh, come on," Noel practically whined after him, "Where's your sense of adventure?"

Yuri resisted the urge to snort in disbelief. "Not in my stomach." Sometimes he wondered about Noel's sanity, then he remembered Hope and didn't wonder anymore. Some things were truly meant to be, and not because of romantic ideals. No, sometimes it just took a lunatic to look after and care for another lunatic. "And don't even think about taking it down on your own. You might be able to," Yuri said conversationally as he continued to crawl away from that thing, "But then you'd have no way to cart it back to camp, because I sure as shit am not going to help you with that."

"You're no fun," Noel grumbled from behind him. Good, at least he was being smart and coming with instead of staying back. Hope wouldn't hold it against him if Noel really did do something that monumentally stupid, but Yuri preferred for his friends to stay in one piece, regardless of their state of sanity.

"I suggest we find something to hunt that won't end up having the texture of rocks," Yuri suggested as he arched an eyebrow and cast a look back at Noel. "Because I don't think our better halves will be amused if we bring back crap again."

Noel grimaced at the reminder. "Yeah... yeah, you're right. There is that. He'd probably freeze my butt again if I brought that thing back." Noel heaved out a dramatic sigh as they headed further into the brush. "Pity though, I bet it would've been real interesting."

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It wasn't that Hope was spoiled or anything. Certainly, he'd spent his formative years as a "little rich boy", but circumstances had changed his outlook rather permanently. And really, there was no point dredging up those ancient memories again, especially not over something this stupid. So no, it wasn't that he was spoiled, and he was always prepared to rough it if the situation called for it (which it had several times throughout his life). But seriously, did everything in this godforsaken world have to taste so terrible? Animals and plants, it didn't matter which, there was always something off about the taste. At best, the wildlife came off as bland when cooked. Unfortunately, it rarely was at its best. The rabbit type creatures - that were ever so common - were outright rancid and impossible for even Noel to stomach. All the tuber roots they'd dug up so far had an odd sour note to them, but at least they were somewhat palatable. The birds were a crapshoot, literally. Hard to hunt and even harder to tell whether they'd end up edible or not. Honestly, Hope was beginning to suspect that their mysterious kidnapping and subsequent relocation to this terrible world was just an experiment to see how quickly they'd turn cannibal from the horrible food. They still had so little information to go on, so it was a feasible enough conclusion to arrive at.

"You feeling okay, Hope?"

Glancing over at Flynn, Hope managed to muster up a reassuring smile before turning his attention back to his distasteful meal. "I'm fine, just the usual problems with enjoying our typical dinner."

"Oh? Hmmm." Flynn hummed in curiosity, took a bite, chewed it thoroughly, then swallowed it down. "I don't know, it seems pretty decent tonight to me."

Hope shot him a disbelieving look before understanding dawned upon him. "Oh right, I keep forgetting that you have no sense of taste. This junk probably does taste just fine to you. Too bad that isn't a shareable trait."

"I have a sense of taste," Flynn grumbled defensively. Hope gave him another look, this one even more disbelieving, and Flynn deflated slightly. "Okay, so it's not the best, but I can taste things. You guys didn't have to ban me from cooking, you know. It's not like I could ruin this stuff that badly."

Hope snorted. "Never rule out the possibility of things getting worse, because the instant you get complacent it will get worse. Without fail." Flynn scowled irritably, but didn't argue the point. Hope gave him an apologetic smile, then took another small, measured bite out of his food. It wasn't the worst they'd had up until now, but it wasn't anywhere near being the best either. Ugh. What he wouldn't give for a little taste of civilization right about now.

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Noel wasn't entirely sure how they'd gotten to chatting about their latest subject. Well, no, that wasn't quite true, he knew why. He just didn't know why why. Or something. Whatever. Despite having known their traveling companions for only a few weeks, he felt comfortable around Yuri, like they'd known each other for a really long time and were just catching back up on their recent goings-on. They didn't, of course, had only just recently met for the first time, but it didn't change that base feeling. Instincts maybe? Did it even matter in the end what the why really was? Probably not.

They'd come across another stream, this one a bit more promising, and had set up for another attempt at fishing. The last one had been disastrous with vicious, spiny fish that had ended on an extremely low note of bloody hands and empty bellies. Here's hoping there wouldn't be a repeat of that this time around. And so far it had been peaceful, though granted, they still hadn't gotten a bite yet. It could still go either way. Hope and Flynn were off foraging for veggies that hopefully wouldn't taste like ass again. It wasn't that he cared either way, but after awhile, it was pretty hard to ignore the fact that this planet was a smorgasbord of shitty tasting plant life and even shittier tasting meat critters. The sooner they found a way back home the better, to be honest. Noel wasn't sure he'd survive Hope's growing irritation with the local diet if it went on for much longer.

"You really shouldn't feel guilty about it," Yuri said finally after several long moments spent shared in silence. "But I'm sure you do anyway. It's hard not to when it involves a friend."

Noel swallowed heavily and nodded. He should have been able to do something, anything. But nothing had worked in the end, nothing had gotten through. Caius had stopped being rational a long time ago, probably even before he'd been born. All that had been left in the end was an end.

"But that's just the way things work out sometimes," Yuri continued, his tone deadly serious as he cast his line back out again. "There's really no right answer to something like that. Every choice is wrong, no matter which way you look at it. But you can't just sit idly by and let shit happen either, you have to do something regardless of it being wrong."

Noel nodded in reluctant agreement. There really hadn't been a choice in the end. Caius had been a friend, regardless of whether the man had still considered him one or not. To ignore his suffering, to let him compound it with countless sins, that would've been so very, very wrong. No, it hadn't been the "right" choice in the end, but it had been the only one that had afforded either of them any sort of peace. He could shoulder that burden, at least.

"It just boils down to what you can live with," Yuri said somberly as he gazed out over the water, a sad smile quirking at his lips. "It will always haunt you, of course; but some choices, no matter how horrible they seem, are so much easier to bear than others."

Letting out a heavy breath, Noel nodded once again. "I know. I just... wish it really were easier."

"Me too."

[laylaschreave]

unagi

a/n: hello!! this fic is literally so overdue I cry, like,,,pre ball overdue. yikes. *goes to hide in my shell* but I honestly haven’t had a single ounce of motivation until yesterday where I churned more than half of this out. HOPEFULLY I get the remaining two fics out this week that I need to: another wesla and a brief james one. wish me luck my oc brethren. anywhoooo hope you enjoy this, twas a lot of fun to rp with my sustenance of life water. word count: 3919

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One.

“...Hazel was being surprisingly ridiculous, saying if I didn’t stop playing the same song she’d hide all my sheet music and cut the strings on my guitar to boot.”

Two.

“Which is a horrible threat! It’s a beautiful song and hard, why shouldn’t I practice it so much?”

Three.

“But sure, when the wonderful Prince of New Asia practices the same song over and over no one has a bad word to say about him.”

Four.

“Not that he’s a bad guy, he’s actually pretty decent. Little serious but that’s off topic. All I’m saying is that I deserve my rightful playing time without fear of anyone destroying my instruments.”

Fi—

“Hey!” My eyes zeroed in on the smug stable hand currently offering my horse a fifth sugar cube. “I see that! You know she already has too many.”

Wes smirked without even looking at me. “Has too many what? Sugar cubes? Is she collecting them now?” He looked up at Cleo. “You shouldn't be doing that girl. Don't become a hoarder.”

Smartass.

My expression fell flat, batting his hand away from her mouth. “You know what I mean.”

He chuckled. “I actually don't. Please enlighten me.” Translation: please indulge me. I humored him.

“Has too many. Eats too many in a day. Spoiled.” I patted Cleo’s side for emphasis, making the horse snort and shake her head as if protesting.

Wes bore an amused look I saw often whenever I joked or bothered him too long. I couldn’t figure out if it was a good or a bad thing. Did it matter?

“She’s not that spoiled,” he continued, looking over at Wyatt’s horse. “If anything Altivo is the most spoiled. The prince caves in more than I’d expect.” Altivo looked at us, almost as if he knew we were talking about him, chewing his food and huffing through his nose. “You need to stop,” Wes added, assuming he would get it. Instead Altivo neighed and Wes shook his head before giving Cleo another sugar cube.

I, on the other hand, eyed Altivo warily. “It's eerie how similar him and Wyatt are.”

“Does he also neigh a lot?” He patted Cleo’s nose.

I spared him a side glance. “Would it be surprising if I said yes?”

That earned a laugh. “You two argue too much. I’m not trusting you on this”

“He's the instigator,” I countered, lifting a shoulder. “And you should most definitely trust me.”

“Instigator, huh?” He flashed me one of his crooked grins. “It’s funny how you’re all very dramatic.” Our unspoken but agreed upon middle names.

I began to walk along a crack in the cement away from Wes, holding my arms out as if I was balancing on a tightrope. If I had turned around I would’ve seen a smile tugging at Wes’ lips in my direction before he turned back to the horse. “I'm not dramatic. That's Wyatt's area of expertise.”

“Yesterday you were complaining about how he ate the last cookie without asking anyone if they wanted it first.”

I reached the stable directly across Wes, turning around and resuming my balancing. “A very justifiable upset.”

“It was a cookie.” He gave me a serious glance, like his next addition would be a game changer. “Did you claim the cookie as yours?”

I paused then mumbled with a frown. “No. He should've politely offered regardless.” We were all surprisingly possessive of our desserts. Except maybe Hazel, though she seemed to be immune to most Schreave related traits.

Meanwhile Wes tried and failed to suppress a smile as he threw and caught an apple with his hand—amused by my denial. “I’ll be sure to keep that in mind when I eat cookies with someone else next time.”

“An excellent takeaway,” I smirked, making my way back over to him.

He shook his head, moving onto the next stable and remarking what a journey having siblings would be. I asked if he ever wanted a brother or sister to which he readily replied yes, though wasn’t made possible due to his parents separating. Hearing more about the situation of his parent’s divorce and how it impeded upon him ever having any siblings... well, it made me more appreciative of mine. Technically, a divorce wasn’t exactly legal, but somehow he trusted me enough to tell the story of his family.

His mother’s family was of Twos. His father’s of Fours. Apparently, when his mother realized she wasn’t too satisfied with the different lifestyle her husband could give her as a Four, her parents acted quickly. Discreetly, they utilized power and money to help her end the unfortunate marriage they never quite agreed with.

I was quiet as I considered his story, touched he’d confided in me before stepping after him at a loose follow. “When did it all happen?” I quickly added in a fumble, “You—well, you don't have to say anything if I'm... being nosy.”

He smiled awkwardly as he fed the horse. “No, it’s alright. It was years ago.” A pause. “I was... ten. Or maybe eleven? I don’t really know since years tend to blend in with each other around that time.

“Part of me hoped things would never actually end on divorce—even when she claimed for the first time that she could actually do it. A year after it happened, I realized maybe I should be grateful for not having a sibling.” Wiping a hand on his stained jeans, he continued to bring out more hay for the horse. “It would’ve been a lot harder if I’d had a little kid with me during all that.”

I picked up a piece of hay, spinning it between two fingers. “Maybe it would've been a little nice too. Not necessarily easier, but someone going through the same thing.”

He frowned a bit to himself. “No because he would’ve been younger than me. It was hard enough at my age. I can’t imagine if I’d been younger. It might’ve been more confusing.” Turning to face me, he gave a sheepish smile. “I didn’t really mean to take our conversation down this road, I’m sorry. It’s really not that big a deal.”

I smiled a bit, sensing his need to change the subject and a feeling I was all too familiar with. I poked his shoulder with the hay. “Back to cookies and overdramatic siblings? Or the Selected's uncanny skills to be everywhere all at once?”

His smile turned soft at my words, looking half relieved and amused by them. A change from his crooked smile. I liked it.

The thought was ruined when he snatched the hay from my hand and stuck it between his teeth, reminding me of a picture perfect country boy surrounded by horses and stables. “How uncanny are these skills?”

I sighed simply. “Very. They're nice and all but they're so... present.” Scrunching my nose up, I reached down to a crate and handed him a couple apples to continue his feeding.

“Well they can’t be past.” His expression immediately revealed that he knew his joke was kind of the actual worst.

I blinked. “You're lucky you're good with horses.” Still, a smile tugged at my lips while he only sighed.

“Yes, they can’t tell how awful I am.” The white horse put his snout against Wes’s palm, silently asking for another carrot. His smile was relaxed as he obliged the horse, a typical feature when I took the time to really study him. There was something that seemed to put him at ease while he worked, no matter what it was. Peaceful. “They’d probably run away if they could understand all my sentences, however.”

“Why, do you reveal your deeply dark and personal secrets? A coveted stamp collection maybe?”

He snorted. “I don’t even know what coveted means.”

“Long desired, yearned for. Wanted.” My brows rose. “Do you have a stamp collection?”

“Stamps are expensive.”

I picked up another piece of hay, sticking it behind my ear. “Sad. I was hoping for some juicy gossip.” I stepped right up to—Bella? Ella?—and scratched her neck. “What has he told you, hm?”

It only took a moment’s glance to see his eyes roll. “Just so you know, I said run away because of my terrible jokes. Not anything else.”

“Which is exactly why I'm concerned for the animals. They can't take any more.”

He shot me a glare. “Luckily, they don’t get what we’re saying.”

I smirked. “Luckily.” Walking over to a large crate, I sat down and let my legs swing, adjusting the skirt of my dress around my legs. I brought my attention back up to him only to see he was watching me. He blinked.

“Your dress is going to get dirty.” Did it matter that much to him?

I looked down at the pale pink fabric once more before shrugging slightly. There were already dirt stains at the hem, what would a couple more do? “I don’t mind. I’ve done worse.”

“Oh, please do tell me one of your wild stories, Princess.”

“Fell into the pool sneaking back in, spilled melted chocolate at dinner, had wine poured all over me when I went out... The list goes on.”

His shock was admirably fake. “You‘ve snuck out of the palace before? What a rebel.”

“Aren’t I?” I intoned with a feigned proud smile, earning a laugh from him. Nice laugh too.

“What do you even do?” His dark eyebrows wiggled in his own goofy way. “Do you have a secret stamp collection?”

I nodded soberly, trying to recall my severely limited knowledge on stamps, of all things. “My first edition 1951 President Truman is my crowning jewel.”

“Uh... well, that’s nice?” Apparently I pulled it off well since he couldn’t tell if I meant it or not.

I laughed, swinging my feet. “I’m not a closet stamp collector, don’t worry.”

His hands raised in surrender. “I wouldn’t put it past you to get excited about stamps.” He had the oddest ideas about me.

“Seriously?” My brow rose, skeptical.

His eyes widened at my expression and he moved to hide behind the horse. “Maybe.”

“How on earth do I look like a closet stamp collector?” I stood and followed him, peeking over behind the horse with both my brows quirked up now. A smirk appeared as much as I could tell he tried to hide it, scurrying behind—Bella!—this time.

“Because you’re fancy like that.”

I kept up my pursuit after him, narrowing my eyes and only mildly offended. Did I really look that stuffy? “My fancy is not stamp collecting.”

He chuckled, feet quickening in his pursuit to get away from me. He knew me well enough by now. “How am I supposed to know?”

“It should be obvious.” I rounded the horse only to see he had rushed into the next stall.

“I don’t know about that,” he called back, “I kind of picture people that say “coveted” as stamp lovers.”

I scoffed to myself and stepped over to the wall separating us, gripping the top to glance over at him. “Then maybe I should start expanding your vocabulary.”

Another snort. “How would you suggest doing that exactly?”

“Today I teach you coveted. Next time I come it’ll be another word.” I lowered my face, allowing only my eyes and brows to be seen over the wall as I mirrored his previous action, wiggling my brows. “Exciting prospect, right?”

His eyes found their way over to me in the moment, narrowing as he stepped over to place some hay on my head. “Oh yeah, I can’t wait.”

I didn’t move for a moment, instead rolling my eyes. Although that small movement made one small strand fall onto my nose, triggering an excessively strong sneeze. A sneeze that made the rest of the hay fall around my face while I tried to bat it away, stumbling backwards into Bella’s side. In turn it made her bump me roughly back into the wall, my hand twisting at the sudden movement. I groaned and glared at Wes.

There I went again, embarrassing myself in front of him. “Thank you for all of that.”

What I failed to notice was that somewhere in my fumbling around the stall, Wes had moved closer to the wall to watch me in half amusement and slight concern. Except when my glare met his gaze, our faces were much closer than either of us realized. I watched as his breath caught, my stomach flipping that he was even more handsome up close. It only took a moment for him to snap out of whatever had happened, pulling away. I blinked.

“You sneeze too easily.” Pretending it didn’t happen? Encouraging. Though I couldn’t help a scowl at his comment.

“Because that’s something I can control.” I bent and gathered a fistful of hay, coming up to throw it all over him. Fine, we can both pretend we obviously weren’t looking at each other for a little too long.

His sharp gaze found mine again for a few seconds before smiling smugly. “See? No sneeze. It’s all about being aware and,” he pointed at his forehead, “Unagi.”

I could only stare in bewilderment. Did he seriously just… I hopped up on the wall stealthily—for once—the upper half of my body hanging off as I leaned over to smack his shoulder with a huff. “Wes!”

His laughter filled the stall as he took a step away. “What?!”

“You obviously watch way too much Friends,” I observed, climbing off and walking over to his stall.

“My dad “accidentally kept” some of mom’s inherited copies before she left. If she ever noticed, I have no idea.” A pause. “You should probably not pass that information to anyone.”

I stepped through the doorway, with the beginnings of a smile playing on my lips. “That you use Unagi on a regular basis?”

“I don’t use it on a regular basis. It just fit the situation.”

“Mm.” A pause of my own. “Then I guess you should start calling me Princess Consuela Banana Hammock.”

Wes didn’t hesitate as he burst out laughing, deep and hearty that I couldn’t help a soft chuckle of my own. “Yes, I’m the only one that watches Friends too often.”

“Hard not to.” I stepped up to the horse. Not just a horse. Altivo. Boo. “What about you? Crap Bag your new name?”

He raised both eyebrows. “Harsh words from Princess Consuela.”

I laughed. “Only going by the script. But I’ll forego that nickname in place of another, if you really can’t appreciate masterpiece that is Crap Bag.”

“I think the horse doesn’t appreciate being called that.”

I let out a small, feigned gasp of offense and went right up to Altivo’s face, looking him in the eye. “Never.”

Glancing back at Wes I saw his eyes roll, picking up some hay to feed Wyatt’s prized animal. “I’m done. Are you going to trail me as I go do my other chores or are you actually going to remember you have a meeting with the Queen and Mr. Hiddleston in…” He glanced at the clock I knew was behind me, smirking, “twenty minutes.”

My eyes widened. He hates when I’m late. “Shoot, I still need to change.” I began to rush out the stall before I remembered one very important thing. “Thank you,” I said with a wide smile, pointing at him. Turning around I continued my haste out of the stall, but not quick enough to miss the smile tugging at Wes’s lips as he watched me go.

“You’re welcome…”

I wondered what he meant when I heard a residual “shut up,” from him, though by then I was already halfway out the stables.

I’ll ask him tomorrow.

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several wes-filled days later

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My favorite stable hand didn’t see me coming.

From behind, the picture of him patting the horse’s neck and riding off into the horizon was downright tranquil. I perfectly imagined what I’d come to call Wes’s-perfect-relaxed-horse-smile he probably wore.

He, of course, didn’t expect me to come riding hard and fast on Cleo, a wide grin splitting across my face.

“On your left!”

He jumped as I sped past him, likely uttering a snide comment to his horse. I slowed down eventually, tugging on the reins to circle back towards him and call out, “Beautiful day isn’t it?” An innocent smile as I tucked a loose strand from my braid behind my ear.

He glared and called back. “You ruined it, princess.”

Cleo and I trotted to his side, a scoff from me. “Oh please, you probably needed the wake up call.”

He tsked. “You mean a heart attack? I think I would’ve lived without it.”

“Deny all you want but I bring such excitement to your life.”

“Oh joy, did you bring the dictionary today?” I chose to ignore his fake excitement.

“As a matter of fact I did,” I argued with a slight lift of my chin. “Word of the day: masquerade.” Some excitement broke through my expression, a small smile that he mirrored with a shake of his head.

“Have a mask yet?”

“Almost. Finishing touches.” Clicking my tongue at Cleo, I tugged the reins to face the same direction as Wes, calmly walking the palace grounds alongside him.

“Finishing touches? Such as?”

“Finding the right shade of ribbon. Plus the gold sparkles keep coming off and I’m afraid one of them is going to get in my eye and scratch my cornea.” I made a face, imagining wearing an eye patch instead of a beautiful mask for Ben’s birthday. Not a pretty picture.

He chuckled. “Seems like a lot of work to cover up your face when it doesn’t need it.”

I lifted a shoulder, the compliment completely going over my head. “I like getting dressed up from time to time. Plus it being Ben’s 21st makes it more fun.”

Wes mumbled something under his breath I couldn’t understand, the hint of a smile on his face before returning to his normal tone. “His Highness is getting old.”

A small laugh from me. “You aren’t too far off yourself.”

“Ah, but there’s a difference when you pass the 20’s. Ask him and he’ll tell you.”

“Because he’s so old and wise now.”

“You mock me now, but one day you’ll see I’m right and when you do, you will rue the day.”

I laughed shortly. “Dramatic, Unagi.”

“I don’t even remember what show that ones from... but it’s old.” Wes apparently was fond of old things.

“Rue the day? iCarly. Emmy worthy masterpiece.”

“I guess I’m just cursed to quote old comedies for the rest of my life.”

“Then maybe you’re actually the old one.” I spared him a side glance. An almost 20 year old isn’t that much older than me. Luckily.

Not that it mattered. In any significant, date worthy way. Not at all.

“Old soul. My dad’s fault.”

“I like it,” I stated honestly, focusing on the tree line ahead and smiling a bit to myself.

From the corner of my eye I saw him glimpse quickly in my direction before shaking his head, gaze also on the path in front. “So, do you think you’ll finally be too busy to come around here? Because of preparations.”

I frowned slightly. “I don’t think so. My mom’s taken most of it over, wanting it to be more special.” I looked at him with a wry smile. “Why, getting tired of me?”

I had been coming around the stables a lot more frequently since that fateful fall, but I never thought he minded. At least until now.

Wes laughed, though that didn’t do much to reassure me.  “No, not at all. I just meant…” He shook his head. “Nothing, it was just a joke.”

I paused, fiddling with the reins. I’d had too many experiences where people—including my own family—had only said what I wanted to hear to leave them in peace. I didn’t want the same from Wes if it came from some odd sense of duty for the royal family.

“If I really do interrupt your chores too much, I- well, I don’t have to come around as much.”

As much as the suggestion made my stomach turn, it was true nonetheless. I didn’t want any more pity friendships, especially from someone who seemed to be one of the most genuine people I’d ever met.

“What? No! I—” Wes stopped himself, focusing on his reins and only increasing my curiosity for what he wanted to say but didn’t. “I... I think it’s nice to have some company.”

I let out a barely audible sigh. Well, I guess that’s good enough for now. I nodded my agreement. “Even if your company includes princesses who talk too much and throw hay at you?”

His laugh was a bit nervous at that. “Oh, but those are the best kind of princesses.” Oh how I wished such a small phrase didn’t make me all giddy inside.

I chuckled softly, keeping my cool. “You might need to up your princess standards then.” Because putting myself down was the key to keeping my cool, apparently.

“I like my standards…” he said, a puzzled look in my direction before resuming his usual humor. “Funny, unagi-less, understands my references, terrible at lying—except when it’s a lie for herself—”

“Um, excuse me.” My eyes narrowed, forgetting any previous awareness of my growing crush on the stable hand. “I’m an excellent liar in all situations.” Ten seconds ago being a prime example.

“Oh yeah, totally. 100%.” He nodded, clearly not meaning it. I huffed out a breath, reaching across our horses to shove his shoulder.

“Hey! No pushing while on a horse. It’s dangerous.” An annoyingly smug look. “Rules apply to you too.”

“I think you can handle a shove from me,” I intoned dryly, resuming my grip on the reins.

Shaking his head with a chuckle, he pulled on the horse’s reins to gallop back into the stables we had come full circle back to. I followed him inside, dismounting Cleo once we came to a stop.

“What’s next on the ‘Wes, get to work’ list?”

“That’s an awful list name. It sounds like you’re nagging at me.”

“‘Wes please finish your chores with a Friends episode on top?’”

A click of his tongue. “That’s not catchy enough.” Turning on his heel to face me, he smirked. “And I have to bathe some of the horses with the rest. I don’t think you’ll want to stay around.”

My nose wrinkled at my least favorite part of tending to the horses, one I never was fond of sticking around for. “Not particularly. I’ll clean Cleo up and be out of your hair.”

He laughed a bit then paused. “I’ll be done with that in a couple of hours if you want to come bug me again.” His tone was teasing, but I couldn’t help an encore of the flutter in my stomach that he actually liked having me around.

Still, I wasn’t going to let up my teasing any time soon, pursing my lips. “I’ll see what I can do.” I began to guide Cleo away by her reins, calling over my shoulder. “Be careful what you ask for!”

“Well, I asked for nothing!” he called back with a scoff, though I could hear a smile in his voice. A cute, crooked smile.

I simply wiggled my fingers in a wave and disappeared into Cleo’s stable, already planning the headache I would fake to sneak my way back here.

[welcometojoelsvoid]

My ocs explained: Voidverse

A friend of mine asked me to tell about my ocs, and since there a lot of them and this will be long and tumblr messages won't let me send the whole thing, so I decided to make a post dedicated to it.

This post won't have pictures of my ocs because I'm lazy, but if you're interested there's a tab on my blog called "My characters", which has their pictures and their tags.

So, to get the more complicated things cleared out, I have this group of characters I call the "alts", basically, they're alternate versions of myself. One is always based on an aspect of my personality, which I then turn into said alt. A new one is usually born whenever I make one for a new fandom or universe.

Ps. This isn't all of them, there are a few minor characters and wips that I left out because this would become waaayyyy longer than needed. These characters belong in a group I call the "Voidverse", which are the characters that I consider to be the main characters of this storyline (some of my ocs live in different realms and realities, etc). I might make another oc megapost about the other verses if you guys want.

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Classic the Demon (he/him), 24

My "main" alt, who is also my persona on the internet is called Classic the Demon (they all have nicknames since most of them usually share my name). Classic is kinda the leader of the alts, he's the one who usually gets to join a new verse if I haven't made a new alt specifically for that verse.

Classic's powers include telekinesis, teleportation, offensive spells and the summoning of a weapon (in this case; a sword) and a pair of wings. Classic has this so-called "pocket dimension" that he accesses via his magic. This dimension is where he stores a bunch of random stuff from clothing to food to sketchbooks. Also, because he's so extra, whenever he summons his sword he kinda swipes his right hand from left to right once while his sword materializes from dark energy, just for dramatic flair.

Like most demons, Classic is also capable of collecting souls through contracts, though Classic had "retired" from doing said contracts.

Classic was born in a Renaissance-era like time period in a small hidden village of demons. The village was very small with only a few houses and a post office. Classic's family consisted of Classic himself, his mother and father. Although his father had left when Classic was an infant for an unknown reason. Therefore Classic was solely raised by his mother.

Classic's only friends in the village was another boy his age named Eemeli and a person called "the Guard". The Guard lived at the edge of the small town, whose job was to protect it from the dangers of the grand forest right next to them. Classic looked up to the Guard, for she was one of the strongest people he knew. His favourite memory of her was when she fought a bear with her bare hands.

Eemeli, on the other hand, was an adventures child much like Classic, though not as reckless. He had a family of two (2) parents and four (4) siblings.

(But of course, because this is a character made by yours truly, there is a lot of edge and angst)

At the age of 13, Classic's village was attacked by a troupe of human soldiers. They burned the houses and slaughtered the people. With the help of his mother, he had survived. Classic had passed out during the attack and once he woke up he couldn't believe his eyes. Everything was destroyed and burnt to the ground, including the people he held so near and dear to his heart. Classic didn't know what to do, so he wandered aimlessly until he reached a town of humans. Traumatised and blinded by hate, he killed everyone and anyone he saw and when he reached the castle he stabbed the king to death with a dagger that had appeared in his hands, which would later on, as he got older, form into the dark sword that it is today.

Classic was "rescued" by a group of angels and was brought into their home in the sky. No, not heaven, but a floating island. He hadn't told them exactly what happened, not that he was all that able to because of the shock of it all. Though the angels did not press on the subject, clearly aware of his discomfort.

The family he was living with had one (1) child, Ale, a pink haired angel with greenish eyes. The two of them instantly became close friends and through that friendship considered each other siblings. Growing up in a community of angels as a demon was tough, but most of them were very accepting of Classic.

Though, with time he became restless. He wanted to go somewhere, do something. But he didn't know where nor what.

At the age of 19, Classic and Ale packed their bags and went to see the world. And through this adventure, they became face to face with Death, literally. On their adventure, Ale had been hurt severally and Classic in desperation tried with all his might to help them. He turned to soul stealing harvesting and contract work to earn currency, souls paid well with witches and faeries. Unfortunately, he couldn't earn enough in time or get any help. Ale had died of sickness and Classic ever since blamed himself.

His journey alone took him to many places, but he was always alone. Until he met a certain someone, but more about that later.

Classic himself is a cocky yet charming personality, not really in love with himself but absolutely adores praise and loves being in the spotlight (when he wants to, otherwise attention from a lot of people make him anxious). He's the one I made the most like myself, so ultimately he has the same issues; depression, anxiety, ADD and sociopathic tendencies. Of course, pretty much every alt have more or less these traits, some show them more, some don't.

He's a loyal friend and cares for his loved ones, good with a sword and has good problem-solving skills and critical thinking, but he lacks the sense of responsibility sometimes and gets very paranoid about not being good enough. He's very forgetful and has a hard time understanding complex things like math, geology and physics but has a talent for arts, language and philosophy. He's not in touch with his owns feelings but can tell when someone else is upset, anxious or lying. He's very unused to affection and compliments, often deeming himself not worthy of them but tries his best to stay positive.

Jojo (he/they), 23

Jojo is an easily excitable and reckless half-dead demon living in a post-apocalyptic setting. Jojo doesn't have magical abilities, though, they lost them alongside his horns and tail after committing suicide before he was brought back to life.

He likes brights colours, stuffed animals, motorcycles and most importantly; explosives.

Jojo had lost a part of their hearing and vision to a malfunctioning bomb, had been lucky that in a tight spot the last of his magical ability had protected all but a small portion of the side of his head, face and neck.

His left leg was lost in a fight. Jojo had seen a young girl being kidnapped, followed the kidnappers and fought them, rescuing the kidnapped children and losing his leg to an axe. This had happened before the war.

Even in crude conditions, Jojo believes that positivity can get you through anything. His blatant naïtivity can often cause him to trust the wrong people but make no mistake, Jojo is no fool and can quickly regain his composure and build up his walls. Jojo is a very social person and can easily get along with anyone, although can sometimes get a tad too excited and accidentally say and do something rather awkward. They always try to make up for hurt feeling, tough. Jojo is also big on taking risks and can often put themselves in dangerous situations.

As mentioned previously Jojo is a bomb fanatic and loves explosives and explosions. He taught himself to make his own bombs and frag launcher, many of which malfunctioned in various ways.

He doesn't remember much about his childhood, his memory fading alongside the scars on his body. He just remembers having a good family and he's fine with that. Jojo is also one of the only alts who drinks and smokes (they smoke pot, don't like cigarettes much). He's overall a pretty chill dude when he's not jumping from place to place and blowing stuff up.

He's also the one who shows the most clearly symptoms of ADHD.

He's a smart boy who's a bit clumsy sometimes.

A wholesome boy. A very sweet boy.

Invite him to every party because he's never been to one but really wants to. Good with kids, animals and knows how to make broccoli taste good. (Not good with elders and other fragile things that break easily)

10/10

282-J aka J/Jay (they/them), 22

282-J, the one that is actually not even a demon. 

J's power is "teleportation" via light. They can turn themselves into light particles and move a few meters to the direction of their choosing. So J cannot use this power in places without some kind of light source, though the illumination of a phone or TV, etc, is not enough. J also cannot move through solid matter, like walls and doors.

 J was born into "captivity" in a science lab (Oh, yes, it's "science labs are evil" trope time!). This science lab was fixated on mutants and mutation, so I relate J to the Marvel universe (because X-Men).

From birth J had lived in that facility, being experimented on every single day. Some weren't bad, like seeing how long of a distance J can teleport for example, but some are excruciating, as when J would go days without being fed or being locked in a dark and tight room for weeks, even months! It all took its toll on J's fragile body.

Once the lab crew injected an adrenaline type drug into J's bloodstream and locked him in a small room for three (3) days straight, when a staff member was sent to retrieve J's seemingly passed out body, they had bitten into the man's arm and in response got an elbow to the chest. J coughed up blood and couldn't breathe, actually passing out this time. When J woke up they were in their own room; padded, white walls and the one-way glass in front. J felt their own breath on their face and when J reached to touch their own face, they felt what seemed like a gas mask of sorts and tried to fumble with it to take it off. The voice from the speakers told that the gas mask had two (2) benefits; it restrained J from biting the staff again and it kept J, themselves, alive. Apparently one of J's lungs had received a lot of damage from the incident and the lab crew could not entirely fix it, so a special gas mask would have to do.

J is very timid and does not speak often nor raise their voice. They're very awkward in social situations and get overwhelmed by large groups of people and loud noises. Though J can be brave and courageous when they want to and they're also a quick thinker and rather clever.

Cappy the Capricorn (she/her), 300+

Ah, yes, Cappy the Capricorn- or Cappy the Zodiac demon. The one person you wouldn't invite to your family gatherings.

She is a Zodiac demon and her powers focus mostly on controlling the water element. Another skill of her's is knowing how to cut her own hair using seashells and other sharp objects found on the seafloor. She's a very calm person with a professional-seeming personality, but she can be a bit "inappropriate", so to say.

She's a siren-like creature and when underwater her legs turn into a fishtail. She very much enjoys tricking unsuspecting men into their tombs and seducing women into sleeping with her, though to the fair lass she shall do no harm (In other words; she's a lesbian). Her magic is very powerful, but she isn't a fighter- she doesn't want to waste her time on petty brawling. Although if not left alone when asked, she won't hesitate to use violence as her saviour.

Unfortunately, there isn't much to tell about her background, for it does not exist because I am a lazy sonovabitch who doesn't think through their characters' backstories.

But Cappy is not really that much of a "macho sex object with no personality" (I hope), for in actuality she's a real softy. She's all smooth and clever in seduction and all that sexy stuff, but when a cute girl compliments her, she blushes like crazy and gets all flustered. If she ever would develop a crush on some poor soul, that poor soul would have to deal with a very nervous and stuttering mountain sea goat.

From 1 to 10 I'd rate Cappy a 5/10 on the friendship scale. Not that she's an evil person or whatever, she just doesn't know how to properly act around people (living at the bottom of the sea for hundreds of years will do that to ya, I suppose...). She, however, is very supportive and helpful whenever the people she considers her friends are having a hard time (especially about their own appearance, she ain't having none of it).

The Voidkeeper (she/they), ???

The Voidkeeper, the eldest one- mostly because their age cannot be comprehended for it simultaneously does and does not exist.

The Voidkeeper is half-blind, half-death and selectively mute. She is also a sociopath and does not feel empathy nor sympathy (or feelings, at all).

And most important, they are dead. I mean no heartbeat, rotten insides, dried out blood kind of dead.

She was banished to what is called the Void when she committed suicide. See, demons cannot be killed, only trapped in artefacts or returned to the Underworld, but a demon has the ability to take their own life, but it is not without punishment. When a demon commits suicide they are banished and assigned to a task which they will carry out for the rest of eternity. This one was assigned to look after the Void, a fruitless task for it is empty and barren. The only thing that happens is that every millennia a new book appears in the Void to give some sort of entertainment to the Voidkeeper.

On very rare occasion a poor soul might accidentally either wander or be sent to the Void and it is the Voidkeeper's duty then forward to guide the wanderer where they were supposed to go. Every time something, or someone, appears in the Void the Voidkeeper is alerted by the soul stone they carry. This stone, as prompted by the name, is in a way the Voidkeeper's soul, which they cannot ever regain. It is their life source and their source of power. The Voidkeeper is not allowed to ever be violent, so the soul stone only grants them defensive powers. In this case the ability to heal and create protective forcefields.

The Voidkeeper cannot physically ever enter the realm of the living, but with the aide of someone very powerful, they are granted to walk amongst the living as a ghost of sorts. They, however, cannot be touched by the living.

The Voidkeeper is very silent and intelligent. They know more than you'd expect, but will never tell you what you want to know. Only what you need to know, which in itself is not much. She prefers to observe others as they go about their life whenever she isn't reading, other than that there isn't much to her.

Inquisitor Lotus Draqon (he/him), 23.5

The alt for the da:i fandom and my most recent alt.

He's very peculiar in the sense that he was born from the merged souls of Classic and a dragon called Jupiter. No one is sure how this happened but one-day Classic had disappeared. It took a long time to find where he was and the answer was very surprising.

Now with his soul living in as in another person's body, Classic was trapped in a frozen state in another pocket dimension with Jupiter. This meant that as long as Lotus was intact or alive, Classic would not himself be present and neither would Jupiter.

Classic's soul gave Lotus many of the abilities that he himself has, telekinesis, illusion magic, weapon and wing summoning, etc. And Lotus as a person is fairly similar to Classic, some of the differences being Lotus' dragon attributes; his scales, tail, the sword is rather different, bigger horns and bigger wings (and a bigger appetite).

Lotus is also more innocent leaning and shyer. And unlike Classic, isn't such a good swordsman (he gets better with time tho).

Similarly to Classic, Lotus isn't very independent and often depends a lot on the people around him for help and advice. They both also have a giant sweet tooth and love animals. And they both stutter, have trouble pronouncing some words and have motor and verbal ticks (whenever Lotus yawns, burps, gets excited, happy or is frightened he goes "woof!", Classic just makes weird demon noises. Their motor ticks are pretty much the same, twitchy hands, neck and whole damn body).

Though Lotus is more prone to seek out simulation, tapping his claws against a table, playing with his hair and tail and pressing his toe beans. Classic mostly plays with his hair and his shirt sometimes. Also because of dyslexia, they both often have jumbled words when speaking, though with Lotus it's stronger and for him, reading is harder. Lotus is more willing to take risks and go out on an adventure, he has very strong legs and wings that can carry him for hours. And in general Lotus' health is better than Classic's, he's learned to cope with his problems better and cares for himself more.

Also, laser pointers totally work on him.

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Now, let's get to the other characters in my verse.

Katy Huerta (she/her), 38-41

A retired Special Task Force agent called back on the field after suspicious and unknown signals had started appearing out of nowhere. They were most likely of a supernatural origin and agent Huerta was assigned on the job. Katy is a skilled and headstrong woman with experience with supernatural forces. As a young child, her body is shared by her and a power fire spirit. She can control fire and use it as a weapon, as well as turn into fire herself.

Turns out that classic had been causing waves of magic which turned to signals as he made his way to this world and travelled around it. At the time he was 19 years old. Katy wasn't sure how to approach him as she found him walking around abandoned buildings but she knew she couldn't kill or arrest him, he hadn't done anything wrong. So she took him in. Taught him, mentored him, took care of him. Katy doesn't have much knowledge about magic but she taught him how to use his sword, how to use his mind and how to use his heart. Classic would follow her around like a puppy, mostly because HQ didn't fully trust a demon to walk around by himself. They respected Katy a great deal, but we're very unsure of this decision. Katy didn't care, though, she was sure. Katy's heart is as big as her muscles and just as strong, she never gave up on that boy and she's glad she didn't. She found a lifelong friend and a trusted partner. She was like a mother to him.

Katy is what I like to call the "bridger", she's usually the bridge between the different universes and dimensions. I gave her full knowledge of the different alts, what they are and what they mean. Whenever there's a new alt, she informs the others and looks over the new one, deciding whether or not they should be cautious and stay away or if they can be invited to the "inner circle".

The day when Classic had his soul transferred and himself trapped was something Katy wasn't sure how to take action, she had no idea who "Lotus" was and what kind of alt they were (you can never know, even the nice sounding ones can be mean and the world they live in might not be able to handle Katy's presence). She took a risk and bridged into the world of Thedas to handle the situation.

Coraline Daniel (she/her), 65.5

The pretty typical vampire oc, I'd say.

Coraline is a carefree soul who enjoys being a mysterious shadow in the back of people's minds. One day she's here, another day she's gone. She doesn't burn in the sunlight but her powers weaken a lot, which includes mind control, teleportation and flight.

A true lady and a primadonna; never settles for second best, Coraline is a beauty and rarity and uses it to her advantage. Many people are slow to notice she's already sucking the blood out of their veins, her victims helplessly falling into her traps and under her spell. 

All except one.

Agent Katy Huerta; the STF's favourite puppet; a saviour; a righteous knight; a woman of high regard and the only one to catch Coraline's eye. She had been assigned to search for the reason behind recent murders (Coraline's doing, of course) and had successfully tracked the culprit down. Coraline was surprised that her normal tactics hadn't worked and this piqued her interest. Ever since their first meeting, they seemed to bump into each other quite often. It was a classic game of cat and mouse, with a lot more flirting though. And they both seemed to enjoy it.

Coraline could never trap her and she could never catch Coraline in return. Neither of them wanted to. Or did, but the meaning behind it had changed.

Katy would track the vampire to her next destination, catch her red-handed, they'd fight, steal kisses in between and Katy would watch her disappear into the night. It became routine, tradition. Routine was broken when Katy asked her for a date before she could run off again, caught by surprise but regaining composure Coraline accepted. Katy brought her a silver ring as a gift to their date, it was a simple gesture that meant something more to them both.

Akachi (they/them), 12

Akachi was found in Western-Africa, alone and unconscious in a cryochamber at an old hospital. The child was in a deep coma and appeared to have lizard-like attributes. Files showed that they were there because of an illness that threatened to take their life, but nothing else could be recovered.

The STF team took them back to America to take care of them, but no one was sure what should be done. Should they be given up for adoption? Surely that couldn't be safe for the child. Luckily STF's golden girl Katy Huerta stepped up to take care of the child, adopting them. The child's name is Akachi, was what she was told, they were found abandoned and appear to be intersex. And so the child was given in to her care. Once home, Classic had been very curious about the child. They decided to take care of Akachi together.

Back then Akachi had been just 4 years old and they didn't appear to have any memories before the hospital, so adapting wasn't the most difficult thing. Akachi is a gentle soul and a very curious child, very imaginative. Akachi was placed in a special program when starting school, normal school being a distant thought but they got there eventually.

Akachi is very excited about new things, very excited to learn and experience things. Although Katy tries to keep them away from tough adventures, sometimes by accident a certain demon cannot resist the puppy-eyes. Akachi is all too happy to meet new people, they always dream of having a big family and they do consider the alts to be family.

Elizabeth Hart aka Wolfy Heart (she/her), 27

Quite literally my oldest oc, I'm fairly sure that Wolfy was the first oc that I ever made and she's come such a long way since then.

Wolfy is the daughter of a rich German family, not that it matters but I'm just laying down random facts at this point, she grew up fairly similarly to everyone else though, she wasn't spoiled and her parents were very good at parenting and were decent people.

Wolfy is a very motherly person and takes care of her friends a lot, she loves socialising and cooking and is very good at playing the harp. She's very curious and blushes easily, she's very modest. She likes spending time with animals and children and is very creative and fashionable. She's compassionate and wants what's best for everyone, she's a little naïve in that sense.

Wolfy had been good friends with Katy (through a mutual friend) even before Classic came around. And Wolfy was more than happy to welcome him with open arms and warm cupcakes! Wolfy's also like an aunt to Akachi who she also welcomed with open arms and warm cupcakes.

Idk dudes I love Wolfy, she's been there for me through many years and seen some shit, she's amazing, she sometimes makes her own clothes and really likes turtles.

Quality werewolf, would bark again

Katja Storm aka Kstorm (mostly she/they but he is also fine), 30

Kstorm is also a very old character of mine (like Wolfy and Katy), she's been through many changes and I'm finally happy with where she is!

Kstorm is the oldest of (3) three children, she's half Spanish half Korean and she's a DJ and quite enjoys making music. I imagine her style is similar to Porter Robinson but maybe a bit more bass heavy (I just love Porter Robinson y'all)

She's dating a girl named Kayna (Kstorm calls her Kaykay uwu), who's best friends with Wolfy and by correlation, she got invited to the Cool Kids club B)

Kstorm herself is a witch and when Classic came around she got pretty excited (but like low-key, cuz she's cool like that), tbh Kstorm was a big help with assisting Classic to handle and control his magic. While Katy is very agitated about spreading the knowledge about bridging and the alts, but she trusts this group of people.

Kstorm doesn't go on adventures or jump through dimensions much, too busy working but she asks to get herbs and cool artefacts and talismans whenever the others do go.

Kstorm is a cool and collected person, she doesn't like drama and doesn't want to make a big deal out of things, especially if it isn't. She went to medical school to become a nurse before turning into a fulltime DJ and she often puts together charity events at the club she performs at. She's generally loved by her community, though there has been drama and people trying to ruin her name. She lost some of her fans after coming out as genderfluid and pansexual but regained a large following of very supportive followers and fans.

Taika (they/them), ???

Taika is a tall, cat-like forest spirit who came from a very monochrome and old realm, they came to the human realm to experience colour, loudness and life for what it could be.

They don't have a mouth (or nose) so they can't speak and when they were born their limbs were deformed so now they have prosthetic arms and legs (luckily the forest spirits are pretty handy).

Taika is a very innocent and optimistic creature, very curious about humans and other beings.

Taika especially loves a lot of what humans have created and relishes in their culture with loud music, dyed hair, ripped jeans and technology.

Now, Taika doesn't really belong in the Voidverse, but I love them so much that I had to mention them cuz they're literally so precious.

[that-elegant-captain-blog]

@tinkiisms asked so guESS WHAT I’m gonna ramble about the Hook and George Darling being portrayed by the same fellow usually which I have not rambled about before I just needed an excuse. And it got long so I’ll use a readmore.

It is a tradition that Hook and Mr Darling be played by the same actor because he was when the play was first preformed. There are m any theories that have spawned off this, some of which depend on one's view point as to whether or not Neverland is actually real or dreamed. If dreamed, some speculate that the character of Hook takes on traits from George because similiar temper and, well it’s the main man the children are familiar with so?? why not imagine your dad as a slightly different looking pirate especially after you just had a disagreement with him. I do not necessarily agree with this because I consider Neverland to be a real place and also follow the more strongly agreed upon fact that James Hook actually represented the author JM Barrie, both in certain characteristics and when he played with the children that inspired the story of Peter Pan (the movie Finding Neverland is v good I cried but anyway it shows him actually pretending to be Hook for a game at one point). Another theory I have seen was that Hook’s death in book was symbolic of Mr Darling’s redemption in real life, but this also seems based on the more dream-Neverland concept. THat’s just my opinion I am not saying they are bAD theories they just do not work for me personally. Also, I’ve talked to a Wendy in the past (they are no longer active) and we mused over the fact that part of the reason she may have been surprised by Hook in the book (beyond manners) could have been because he reminded her of her father. Makes sense to me tbh (a lot more than her just ‘oh wow you’re handsome’ bc she is still a chiLD and I would be much more surprised to if I saw a pirate guy who looked somewhat like my dad with long hair and in rly nice old-fashioned clothes at her age than a much older attractive man, but that’s an apparently rather unpopular opinion of mine).

OTHER THAN THAT I cannot think of any other theories off the top of my head, probably because they did not make sense to me at the time so I didn’t remember them. I do have my own views/observations from studying Disney version of the story if you’d like to hear those, if not you can just ignore the rest of this post. And I don’t feel like I need to point out that Disney version has it’s share of differences from the original book/play to you, but I’ll just remind about that fact for anyone else reading before I continue.

Okay so obviously Disney is animated there are no live people seen in the movie, BUT this was during the days that people still modeled for the characters and scenes etc (Tink had a cute model but I forgot her name gah) for the animators. Hans Conried, however, not only provided voices to both men but also posed and etc. Hook’s design actually changed to resemble and in some cases even act more like him, such as Conried’s rather dramatic gestures and expressions. He also had great manners and elegance and hIEGHT irl so that helped support those aspects of Hook as well (my Hook’s hc height is actually the same as Hans Conried’s). Unfortunately I don’t know if he modeled for George Darling too, I’ve only seen photos of him dressed like Hook for scenes from the film. But judging by George and Hook’s temperaments and dramatic poses/gestures, I’d imagine he probably did; if he didn’t, they certainly appear to have at least let him inspire Mr Darling too. And their voices even sarcasm are definitely a lot alike, Hook just has a tad of sea slang thrown in while George does not. In other words, despite being animated, Walt Disney still very much incorporated the tradition of them being portrayed by the same person. I personally take this a step further in my portrayal by including one or two of the traits seen from George into Hook, such as his sympathy toward Nana when she is tied and the fact that he is not as concerned by little things when he’s drowsy or very tired. My Hook may also have father-ish traits surface from time to time in interactions with a few certain ppls muses that somehow manage to befriend him cOUGHES. This is a more indirect relation, but when Disney gave Hook a love interest in JatNP, she has red hair and curls. We don’t see Mrs. Darling’s hair down in the original film, but considering Wendy’s curls, it’s probably safe to assume hers is as well. MY POINT IS that much like George and Hook not looking exactly alike yet they can still remind someone of the other because of their personalities and gestures, Red Jessica does not look identical to Mary Darling b ut has the same calmer nature and ability to quieten her angry man far more quickly than anyone else by tone or simply a touch, j ust like Mary gets her husband to chill. They have another similarity or two but I have no idea if this was even intentional on Disney’s part, it is an interesting coincidence if wasn’t planned though. I didn’t intend to get into a reason I support a Disney Jr ship so much b ut since I was comparing the two men it seemed appropriate to point out the ladies they fall hard for are also quite similiar which reflects back again on their personalities. George is just more peaceful and law abiding business man who I’m p sure has never killed anyone, Hook is not.

There are probably some other things I could have talked about lurking in the back of my mind but I am currently very sleepy so this’ll have to do for now my apologizes for ramblish tendencies it’s a bad habit

OH WAIT NO there was one other notion I came up with one time in a joking manner but after I thought about it it is actually somewhat possible: Due to how similiar Hook and George are I cannot help wondering if they’re not actually distantly related. I have 0 evidence for this but the idea of Wendy and siblings actually being a great great+more greats niece and Hook learning this would freakin astonish him and that would be an interesting idea to play with imo bUT again that’s just my thoughts I have no backing beyond how much they can be compared/same hair color and height. Now I’m done even tho this probably has a lot of typos I should review but I’m not going to. Good night everyone I seriously need sleep

[fyrapartnersearch]

m/m partner search.

Hello hello! As you’ve guessed from the title, I’m looking for someone who is willing to rp a m/m story with me. More specifically, I’ve been itching to rp this character I have and get some story going with him. I usually love to double and I probably will want to eventually, but honestly I just want the main focus of this rp to be around him and your character for the most part. The only downside I can see that might make you scroll away from this ad is that my character is rather young, around 18 years old or so. So yeah, just putting that out there before I make you read all of this!  Basically, I’m just looking for someone who’s willing to write a story full of drama, romance, angst, sex, violence and all that good stuff!

  a little introduction!

So here is a little bit about me! Name’s Avery, I’m 20, and have 8+ years experience on rping now. The pairings I typically write are m/f and f/f, but since I’ve been doing them for too long now,  I’ve decided to go back to try a bit of m/m again. I’m not by any means new to m/m though, just been craving it a lot since I haven’t done it in too long. Moving on, my timezone is GMT, though I’m online most of the time and often pull all nighters as well, or just stay up really late. Therefore replies will be quick and frequent from my side. Writing is a big passion of mine, and especially character development. OOC chatter about our characters is always welcomed, I love love talking about them ; discussing possible future plots, pointing out specific traits about their personality or backstory, making up and sharing playlists fit for the story and characters with each other - all 100% good stuff, it’s what I live for.

here’s a bit about my writing style…

Third person and past tense, no exceptions for this - sorry ! I can’t seem to get comfortable playing using first person and present tense, it’s just not my thing.

I’m not someone who will point out every single grammatical you make, I don’t pay that much attention, but please make sure you can write in a decent manner without text talk.

My replies tend to be 2-3 paragraphs each depending on what’s happening, with around 150-250 words per paragraph, so something around that range would be great.

Like I said, I don’t mind doubling eventually if you’d like, but I’d prefer if we started out with just one pairing and keep that going for a while. Then if we want to include others, we may.

what I like in a story…

I enjoy slice of life scenarios in a modern world - that’s the only setting I’m willing to write at the moment. I don’t do historical, sci-fi, fantasy, or anything else other than realistic, and I know you must be thinking boring, but trust me, even real life can turn out to be dramatic and exciting with the right characters and plots.

Having said that, I’m willing to include elements of supernatural in the story, such as the existence of supernatural beings like werewolves, vampires, witches (but no fairies or elves, etc!).

Romance is a must of course, but it doesn’t have to be present immediately.

For this specific kind of rp, I won’t mind doing a heavy amount of smut, but it can’t be just smut. There has to be an equal amount of plot too. Regarding kinks, we can exchange links once we create contact since it would take up quite a bit of space in here. (But if you’re too curious, here are some to give you an idea: rough sex, messy, public places, dirty talk, cuffs, dub/non con, biting, scratching, toys, breath play, and a whoooole lot more)

The character I have planned for this rp leans a bit on the “submissive” side, but definitely not your typical cute, shy, nice and innocent bottom - hell no. He’s bold as fuck, he’s daring, he puts up a fight, he’s seductive when he wants to be, he’s very challenging, what he wants he usually gets, but he’s not usually the top one during bed. So yeah, I’m looking for a bit of a dominant role who’s not all that shy and innocent either; doesn’t mean he can’t be nice, outgoing, and all that good fluffy stuff either.

Darker themes. I love, love to include dark and twisted elements in our rp. If you’re planning on contacting me, be sure that you’re ok with writing violence, smut, alcohol, drugs, the many ways of self harm, past/present abuse, suicide, mental illness, etc etc!

Apart from those, I also like forbidden relationships, or when two characters start from hating/disliking each other to the opposite gradually, slow burns, build ups…

things I won’t do…

Incest, scat, footplay, watersports, furries are as far as my limits go. I probably forgot to mention something, but yeah, I don’t really have a lot of limits - if you’re unsure about something don’t be afraid to ask!

I do use faceclaims sometimes, but if we are going to do that, please no anime characters, just real life ones.

Fandoms and canon characters, I only rp originals.

Since my character will be a teenager (18/19) I’d rather that you’d stick to a character around his age too. Of course, I don’t mind a little older, but it should probably range around 20-28.

I believe that’s about it…? Haha, I probably forgot something again, but that’s about all I can think of for now!

and now for the plots and ideas…

One of our muses were taken into a rather large family (they could have previously been homeless or in the foster system, or whatever else) however, it turns out that the people they’re surrounded with now are rather dysfunctional… and not what they expected. The environment basically consists of a small house that’s overcrowded with all these other kids/people from different ages that have been taken in as well. It’s dirty, disorganization is everywhere, everyone do whatever they want, but it offered a roof and a bed to sleep in and that was enough for him. Eventually, the other muse joins the family. They’re lost and confused at first, but thankfully there’s the other muse to help show them around, explain all the rules, etc. Eventually they start having feelings for each other, but one of them is skeptical about it because they are technically brothers now that they’re in the same family - or perhaps there’s a strict rule in the house that someone from the house cannot have romantic or sexual relations to another under the same roof. Things ensue from there.

Another plot would be in a typical college setting, where our muses are those students that are always skipping classes, only attending school mostly to see each other, and ditch it to spend time together doing whatever they like doing… which does not include healthy and safe stuff at all. (think alcohol, drugs, reckless behaviour, teaming up together to do stupid but funny shit to others, etc). They decide to start taking doing said things at each other’s houses, only problem being that one of our muses’ parent/s/whoever they’re living with is a cop that’s very strict and passionate about their job. Things seem to be going smooth at first, hiding their things successfully without them finding out, until one day they do.

Our muses make a bet. If one muse can’t do whatever the bet is over, the other muse must do whatever what was told of him (a sex favor most likely.) The muse loses, and persists that it was a joke, but the other wants what he was promised, and he will take it. (can be both dub/non con and completely consensual.)

Other pairings I’m willing to do: bully/bullied, rich/homeless (or poor), teacher/student, non-human/human (including this pairing because I mentioned I’d open an exception to including vampires, witches and werewolves in this rp), cheating lovers.

Any other ideas, I’m very open to listen! We don’t have to do any of these by force.

how to get in touch…

My gmail account is midnighwritings@gmail.com ! Unfortunately, I only rp over gmail, and talk over the gmail chats there which is kind of like the Skype messenger. Hope to hear from you soon, thanks for reading all of this! c:

[edelmansgirl11-blog]

Alexandra Edelman “Jaime Edelman, get your ass back in this bed!”

Jaime Edelman Has returned with a glass of chocolate milk in hand. Eyeing her curiously.

Alexandra Edelman Eyes him in return. “What have you got there...?” She asked.

Jaime Edelman "Chocky milk." Mouth locates the dangling straw as he approaches the edge of the bed.

Alexandra Edelman Humming, she watched as he returned. “You needed chocolate milk in the middle of the night...?”

Jaime Edelman "Yes?" Hearing her make it sound crazy as he placed his glass down on the side table before slipping back into bed. "Never had late night cravings, Miss Perfect?"

Alexandra Edelman “Oh... I have night cravings all of the time.” Smirks. “How do you think you get woke up four nights out of five...?”

Jaime Edelman "Because you want chocolate milk." He decided, hearing paws as he lifted from his dog bed. Approaching the side of his parents bed where a heavy head settled. Eyes searching the perimeter and to see if they were still there.

Alexandra Edelman “No...” she offered, shaking her head no. “Because I want that D,” she confirmed, a smirk to her features as Moose made his way to the side of the bed. Reaching out, her hand smoothed over the top of his head. “I know, boy,” she sighed, not ready to leave him either.

Jaime Edelman Watching front paws find the side of the bed as he slowly tried to find his way up. Jaime reaching for his chocolate milk as he shifted the entire bed on her side to pull it off. "I wonder who weighs more...Moose or you." He'd tease, as she didn't make a very good anchor on the bed.

Alexandra Edelman Her body shifted with Moose's attempt, Alex groaning intentionally as he did so. "Oh, I think he's got me," she stated honestly as the moose he was found his way up. "Cockblocking me," she complained, another dramatic sigh from the woman's lips as she leaned back against her pillow once again.

Jaime Edelman Watching him inspecting his mom as he got up to the bed for her weird sounds before finding a place to lay down beside him. Jaime would place his milk down. Slipping to his side to the back of Moose as he wrapped his arm around his neck, hand to his chest and stomach.

Alexandra Edelman In a space she might ordinarily try to find her way into, she wouldn't this time. With suitcases by the door and only two more hours before they'd have to head to the airport, she'd be right there to the other side of Moosey, her hands finding either side of his face where he was getting all of the love and attention. "Should have named you cockblocker," she teased.

Jaime Edelman "Nooo..." thinking he just needed the attention and seemed to know whenever they were on their way out. Soaking up all the attention as his face found the side of his neck. "Only man I'd give a reach around to." He teased on the topic of his hands around the dog.

Alexandra Edelman Smirking at the mention, she mumbled under her breath something about how she had plans to be in a reach around situation before Moosey cock blocked her, quite well if she was to say. "It's okay Moosey. Just a few days and we'll be back again. Promise," she assured, looking over the dog towards Jaime. "This is what it's going to be when we have kids," she offered, a soft laugh to follow. "We'll have to have hand gestures for when we want to slip off to the bathroom for a quick fuck," she teased, laughing at just the mere idea of it.

Jaime Edelman "Our kids won't be this cute." He pointed out, not thinking he was capable of such a thing. Not to mention they wouldn't be nearly as furry. "As long as you plan on having them with me, that is."

Alexandra Edelman Gasping suddenly at the idea of their kids not being that cute, she looked to him over the mass of doggo there between them. "You better take that back or I'm going to cross the great divide here and force you to surrender to my way of thinking on this matter," she'd argue, feeling Moose nudge her hand with his nose where her hand had stopped rubbing and he'd insist that it started once again.

Jaime Edelman "Yeah, okay. You stay on your side of dog." He threatened, as there was no climbing over him at this point now either as she had committed to petting him.

Alexandra Edelman Returning to that petting motion that Moose required, her eyes were cut to her husband on the other side. "You better tell me that our kids are going to be entirely cute or I'm coming over there," she assured. "So cute that the world is in no way ready for these Edelbabies..."

Jaime Edelman "Our kids are going to be cute because of you." He attempted as he scratched the thick fur of his chest. Trying to get a foot to go to kick his Mom.

Alexandra Edelman "Jaime!" she called out, her eyes wide as she heard his reasoning, apparently quite liking hearing his name being called out over and over that morning without being ten deep in the woman. "Our kids are going to be cute because of /us/," she corrected, not sure why the man couldn't see just how attractive he was, but clearly getting all up in her feelings about it.

Jaime Edelman Having to laugh as the tone of her voice saying his name was usually much different than it is now. Hearing her correction, he'd shake his head. "Like I said, because of you."

Alexandra Edelman "Will you fucking stop?" she asked, getting mouthy over children that didn't exist yet, or not that she knew of anyway. "Our kids are going to be fucking attractive little shits because of the combination... oh god, Jay... what if our kids aren't attractive at all? And what if we think they are and we're always like 'look how cute little Jalex is...' and people are like 'uh huh' but in reality, they are like 'these people are idiots. Can they even see their own kid?'"

Jaime Edelman Hearing her quickly go down his mental path, he shook his head. "We'll know if our kid is ugly." He pointed out, as you had to know. "And I'm ready for it."

Alexandra Edelman Shaking her head, she wasn't so sure. "Speaking of which..." she began, luring herself up from the bed as the need to pee had hit her for the first time that morning, being the best time to test for it. "I have the great honor of peeing on a stick this morning. Wanna watch?" she asked, eyes there to his as her feet found the floor.

Jaime Edelman "I'll be here. Listening. Encouraging." He offered, staying with his Moose who was now pawing for her to come back and bet him.

Alexandra Edelman Eyeing him, she shrugged her shoulders. "Don't get mad if it gets exciting in there and you're missing out," she teased as she made her way into the bathroom, hearing a loud whine from Moose at her disappearance.

Jaime Edelman Hearing his whine turn to a growl, he had to laugh as he held onto him tighter. "Lemme know if it's a good one." He offered as he held to the dog. Feeling him turn his head to begin to lick the man's head and 'groom' him.

Alexandra Edelman Disappearing into the bathroom, she'd leave the door open there behind her as she opened the box sitting on the back of the toilet. "So far, nothing exciting," she'd report as he remained there with the dog. "By the way, I had a text saying the driver would be here by 5:30. Is there anything else you needed packed that we didn't get done last night?"

Jaime Edelman "No, I'm using the same shit." He'd recall as everything had been washed but it was the same amount of clothes. Thus, it had been washed and relaxed.

Alexandra Edelman "Alright," she offered, a smirk to her lips there within the bathroom as she completed the test and recapped it, placing it on the back of the toilet to wait it out. "I'm not taking any knickers either," she promised, a laugh there to her lips.

Jaime Edelman "You are though." He decided for her, a nod as he remained laid back in bed. Shifting to his back where the dog seemed to follow and get closer.

Alexandra Edelman "You don't get to say what I am or am not wearing," she teased from within the bathroom, knowing there were absolutely no under garments in that bag for him, and very little for her as she kept her eyes there to the test, waiting for what seemed like forever for the results to show.

Jaime Edelman "I do...you know why?" He asked, knowing she'd expect for him to get territorial over what was his but waiting a moment. "Because I will pants your bare ass infront of a room full of people..."

Alexandra Edelman "Oh, will you?" she asked when he finally came out with it, a laugh following from where she waited within the bathroom, emerging on that note with the test in hand. "You would bare my ass in front of a room full of people? So freely? Without a moment's pause?" she asked, tossing the test to the trashcan as she made her way back to his side of the bed where she'd make room for herself right there on top of him.

Jaime Edelman Watching her disregard the test, figuring it was a no go as she crawled on top of him. Moose also laying his head on Jaime's chest as he nodded with a smirk. "Uh huh."

Alexandra Edelman "And when you caught them looking, gawking even, you still would not mind that your wife's ass is bare to the world?" she asked, eyeing him closely as she wasn't quite buying it. Making herself comfortable there over him, or at least as much so as she could with Moose constantly fighting for his space before he finally gave up and moved over a bit.

Jaime Edelman "I bought it. It's mine." He reminded her as Moose found his arm. Still having to laugh as he released another low growl.

Alexandra Edelman "Damn right you did. One annoying ass wife, bought and paid for, from a mail order catalog. But tell me. When you first saw my picture there on the page with the list of annoying ass traits I bring along with me... how many times did you jerk it before you came on the page?" She asked, leaning down over him as her kiss found the side of his neck, disregarding the noise from the pup there for the moment, unfortunately carrying a one track mind once she was on something.

Jaime Edelman Hearing that question go the complete opposite of the way he anticipated, having to laugh. "Maybe like three or four good ones." He offered, feeling her at his neck. "Made a one pump chump outta me."

Alexandra Edelman Humming her satisfaction with his answer, her lips pressed once more to the curve of his neck before she was drawing back to rest her chin against his chest. "Three or four to the picture... how many would it be if I were to just lay here and let you have at it yourself then?" she asked, her curiosity unable to be silenced in the moment.

Jaime Edelman "Probably three or four." He'd admit as he felt her at his chest, looking down towards her. "That's the thing about jerking off. You got no one to impress. No one but yourself..." lips finding the shell of her ear to gently press a kiss there. "When we were apart, how often did you help yourself to it?"

Alexandra Edelman Feeling his lips there to her ear, she let her eyes close to the touch, giving it a moment to think over just what he had said, somehow finding it nearly poetic in its own deserving way. As he asked her a question that she'd asked on several times over, yet she couldn't recall his asking her, she hummed softly. "The truth? Every night when I'd lay down in bed. I'd lay there and close my eyes and I just couldn't find sleep without the release. So I'd reach over and grab my phone. At first, I would try porn and it just didn't work. Then I realized that I had what I needed and I didn't even realize it. In a lot of ways, it was no different than when we were together and I was away filming or we were apart for the night for whatever reason. Still have the video on my phone..." she offered, knowing it had been there for years now and always would be of him telling her that he loved her. It was only a ten second video, and it had to be two years old or more by now, but she'd play it on loop. "We were never apart," she explained to him, her hand resting gently at his chest.

Jaime Edelman Knowing what video is was she was speaking about, he'd smile gently as he felt her to his chest. Pressing his lips to her temple. Forever guilty for what he had done to her but the absence had put them on the next level. Knowing with no doubt that she was his soulmate. The true meeting of his other half. "And we won't even after this...a few days here and there but." He'd remind her.

Alexandra Edelman The man would have nothing to feel guilty over as she would tell him time and time again as her mentions of never being apart even then were not ever to make him feel that guilt. She knew how strong it was within him and she'd never seek to spark it any harder than he did on his own. Her only saving grace in the entire thing was that she had remained faithful to the man as she wasn't sure how she could look him in the eyes if she hadn't. Feeling his kiss there to her temple, she drew a slow breath at the comforting sound of his words that would prompt an immediate smile there to her features. "My assistant nearly died laughing when I told her that I wanted these trips planned with no more than one night apart each time in case you decided not to come with me. She asked how I even thought it to be possible and I told her I believe in miracles. Do you know that she did it? Just in case. She set up two entirely different itineraries. One for if you came with me and one for if I had to go it alone. And the thought of one night is even too much for me," she assured as she hated to be without him and after spending all of those months in that exact state, she didn't want to do it ever again.

Jaime Edelman Having no doubt that her separation anxiety would weaken when she had a little Edelman to look after, he'd smirk softly at her. "Well, lucky you." He'd add with intense sarcasm as most of the time he was bored to tears and starting trouble showing he wouldn't be a very good house wife.

Alexandra Edelman "It is lucky me," she agreed, though there would be no sarcasm there in her tone as she met his lips briefly with her own. "You see, I've got time to make up for," she offered, as she hadn't been quite so clingy previously, yet now she knew what life looked like without him and she wasn't willing to face it again. "And I'm going to spend every minute of the rest of my life soaking up every bit of my husband that I can get," she promised him, her lips finding his once more.

Jaime Edelman Eyes to hers as she'd close in on him, still always taken with who damn beautiful this woman was. The thought never too far from him but then it was outright overpowering. Hand reaching up to guide her hair back behind her ear as her lips found his.

Alexandra Edelman As his touch drew at her hair to assure it remained out of her face as her lips pressed to his, she'd take a gentle approach as her lips pressed softly to his, without a sense of urgency or rush that often found its way into moments such as these. Instead, she allowed herself to simply enjoy the feel of his kiss there to her own without truly trying to spark anything further, entirely satisfied to simply kiss her husband, though she made no promises.

Jaime Edelman Taking to her bottom lip as was his rightful place and leaving her to the left overs. Keeping his hand to the back of her head as she remained to his lips and the two formed to one another with a simple ease.

Alexandra Edelman Giving up her lower tier to him as she would now and for the rest of her days without hesitation, her hand found the side of his face as she pressed her lips softly to his. A soft hum passed her lips as her lips fused to his, never quite so sure just how she had gotten so lucky in the first place, but treasuring every moment she shared with this man just the same.

-October 10, 2017