#I'll reply to your starter soon as well!!

[fanfiction4sooya]

Oh that’s fine I completely understand. Could you possibly just write for g!p Mina x reader then

Hi sweetie, sorry for the late reply. But here you go! Hope you like it 💖💖

tw: g!p mina, face slapping, blowjobs, choking, mentions of cheating, unprotected sex, forced creampie, reader is a shit starter, etc;

You spend your whole day fuming, incredibly dumbfounded by the fact that Sana had cheated on you. The so sweet, so loving and caring Minatozaki Sana; Yeah, you weren't heartbroken as you should be, you felt just angrier by the second.

When you told Mina the whole story she immediately offered you a shoulder to lean on and of course, you accepted. Getting angry alone wasn't good for you, since you were a natural shit starter, a disaster seeker. She was friends with both Sana and you, but she was definitely on your side on this one.

"Hi baby" She greeted you, lifting two shopping bags full of booze. "I didn't know what you'd prefer so I bought one each" You hugged her, finally feeling at ease.

You were both sitting down on your living room, half a bottle of whiskey gone, along with a few beer cans. You were sat on the floor wearing only a long shirt and panties. It was Mina, you didn't have to be modest about anything, you were friends after all.

"Enough with my misery" You told her, she was sat on your couch, sipping her drink. "What's going on with you and your girl?" You chugged your beer, making a face.

"She broke up with me" She pouted, swirling her whiskey.

"That bitch!" You slammed your hand on her thigh, making her laugh. "But why though? I thought you two were getting along" She sighed.

"It's embarrassing..." She told you, kind of pouting. She was soft and shy, you loved that about her.

"Myoui Mina" You stared at her eyes. "I literally just told you in detail how my fiance cheated on me... Please" You kneeled, putting your hands together. "Please don't take any entertainment from me" She laughed, shaking her head. After a few seconds getting brave, she spoke again.

"She said I'm too soft" her cheeks got bright pink. 'What a baby girl...'

"Well, anyone that talks to you for like 10 minutes realizes that" You frowned, tilting your head a little. "She doesn't like your personality or...?"

"No, like..." She closed her eyes, trying to speak without sounding like an idiot. "She said I'm too soft in bed"

At first you didn't understand, maybe the booze had an effect on your information processing, but soon you understood what she meant. You laughed a little too loud for her liking, getting her to recoil.

"I shouldn't have told you" She covered her eyes, trying to disappear from the face of the earth. "Asshole!!" her ears were red as you tried hard to catch your breath.

"Okay, sorry, I'm sorry" You stopped laughing, taking a deep breath. "And why is that?" You genuinely asked. "She is like into bdsm and you're not? Because if it is, is totally cool. That life style is not for everyone" She stared into your eyes, realizing you were really serious.

"No, not that" She sat more to the edge of the couch, leaning towards you to speak. "She is not the first one to tell me that..." She scratched her nape. "Apparently I'm really soft with them, even if they ask me to be rough" You nodded.

"But why can't you be a little rough?"

"I'm scared of hurting them" She stated. "Look at my hand, it's big" She showed you her hand and you realized it was, in fact, big. "If she asks me to slap her face I get self conscious and freeze" You shook your head. What a little idiot. "And if she asks me to fuck her hard it's the same thing..." She looks down. "I'm not really small down there, you know?"

You bit your lip, gulping at that thought.

"If she asks you to hit her, it's because she can take it" You tell Mina.

"What if I lose control and do it too hard?" You roll your eyes.

"that's impossible, darling" You say.

"You don't know that" She frowns.

You smile, getting close to her legs and kneeling.

"I'll teach you how to do it, you little idiot" You take her hand and touches your own face with her palm, measuring it. "Here, the tip of your fingers have to touch under the eye, be careful so you won't hit her ear" You softly laughed, her hand warm and soft resting on your cheek. "Since you have big hands it's okay if you hit only with your fingers and not the palm, specially if she has a small face" She nodded. "Hit and stroke, okay?"

"You sure know a lot about that" Her cheeks got pink and you smiled up at her, still on your knees and between her legs.

"Do it, I wanna know if you got it right" You told her and she nodded. She lightly hit and you chuckled. "Mina, come on. Harder" You said.

"You were moving" She pouted and you bit your lip, taking her opposite hand to your neck.

"Hold it like this to the sides, avoid the middle of her neck" You placed her fingers in the right position. You took a deep breath, feeling something warm between your legs. You cleared your throat, trying to focus. "Don't cut her air circulation. Hold my neck and hit again" You told her and she took a deep breath.

She hit it again, but this time it was harder, the perfect amount of pressure on your neck. Without realizing, you whimpered, closing your eyes as her fingers made contact with your cheek. She stroked your face, her eyes getting darker and you were sure yours did the same.

"Again" You breathed out, your hands went to her thighs as reflex.

There was this small pause, this little delay in time as she observed your face, your expression. Her cock was hardening, tight inside her sweatpants as she thought about it for that second. Mina lift her hand striking hard, waking up from her drunken, horny induced haze.

"Oh my-" She tried to take her hand from your neck but you held it there. Your half lided eyes told her everything she needed to know.

You thought about Sana and how she would crumble the moment she knew about it; the drama, the hurt, everything. You were really a shit starter, drama seeker. 'Fuck it'

"let me teach you" You turned your head, kissing her palm. She visibly shivered, her pupils blown out. You squeezed your thighs together, your hand still on her thigh lightly caressing it, going up very close to her bulge.

"But Sana..." She hissed when you touched her over her pants, closing her eyes.

"She is not here" You pulled her in for a wet kiss, your tongue grazing her lips, sucking the bottom one. She whimpered and oh, it sounded so fucking good.

You worked on the knot of her pants as she kissed you, her tongue roaming inside your mouth made you moan, the mix between beer and whisky felt delicious.

Freeing her cock, you felt how heavy it was, the tip red and leaking pre cum. Looking into her eyes you licked it and she hissed, her hand flying to your hair, holding it.

"Shit..." She trembled, slightly bucking her hips into your mouth. It was really big, stuffing your cheeks as you sucked it, drooling all over it and making a mess on her pants.

Mina really didn't really know what to do, but that wasn't a problem. Not for you that liked to teach, after all. You lifted your face, kissing her again, moaning into her mouth as you jerked her off, the tips of your fingers didn't touch as you did so.

"You are so thick..." You moaned as she closed her eyes. "Don't be shy, pull my hair harder baby" And she immediately did as you told her, bravely spitting into your mouth, roughly kissing your lips. "Yes, don't hold back" You told her between kisses. "use me Mina, fuck me as hard as you can"

That seemingly had the effect you wanted as she pulled you up forcefully to straddle her on the couch, harshly biting your neck. You humped her hard cock and she tightened the grip on your arms, closing her eyes.

"Are you sure?" She asked, gulping.

"Don't hold back" You mouthed every word and she rolled her eyes, ripping your panties from your body. "Fuck" You yelped when she got up, bending your body down to the couch and spreading your legs.

That animalistic side of Mina was hot, completely different from the sweet Minari you knew. She spat onto your pussy, lining her cock onto your slit. You laughed provocatively and she slapped your ass hard, surprising you.

"You are such a pussy, Minari..." You felt her get unsure behind you so you had to provoke, wiggling your butt in front of her. "No wonder she broke up with you..."You tried to lift your face from the couch, but she pushed you down with one hand, pulling your hips flush against hers, fully entering you.

You both moaned, that raw feeling felt too much. She didn't wait for any adjustment, already fucking your hole and fully stretching you to her big cock.

"There you go..." She grunted hitting hard, her balls slapping against your clit made you mewl. It was hard and good, yes, but she could do better.

"Harder, baby..." You started back shotting, your hips meeting hers. She sank her fingernails on your hips, holding hard as she fucked harder, her hips losing a little bit of rhythm.

Now it felt good, her cock fully stretching you, your pussy raw and puffy from all the force. She rolled her eyes, shivering. Suddenly you stopped, pushing her off of you, changing your positions. Getting on your back on the couch you pulled her between your legs, sinking her cock back into your pussy; her eyes glued to where you were connected.

"Damn, you look so pretty" Mina said, her mouth agape.

You grabbed her hand, putting back on your neck like before.

"Do it, baby" You told her, shaking. So wet it trickled down to her balls, coating her dick as well.

She chocked you, slapping your face. Damn she was good at that.

"Tight..." She rolled her eyes, fucking you so hard you lost your breath. When she opened them, they were dark and cloudy, focused on not coming inside.

"Mina" You called, screaming. "I'm coming, fuck baby, keep doing that" You cooed, shaking. "f-finish inside baby, please"

She finally lost the mean demeanor, going back to the shy baby girl she was, her cheeks pink and her eyes doe and teary, still fucking you hard.

"Oh gosh" Was all she managed to say, still slapping her hips against your spread legs, cumming inside then all over your pussy when she tried to pull out. You held her in, trapping your legs behind her back as she groaned with her eyes closed, falling onto your body, blindly kissing your neck.

You couldn't believe you did that, nor that anyone would ever call Mina soft again after this class.

Of course she still had lessons to take but hey, you'd gladly teach her anything she wanted to know. You were her friend, after all.

[orcasoul]

Forever a Winner

Summary: You attend the Golden Globes with your boyfriend Pedro to support him. He doesn't win, much to your disappointment as you know he deserves the award. He doesn't let it bother him but his injured arm definitely is affecting him. You give him some much needed TLC at the end of the night.

Warnings: None, just love. Reader has no physical description, so feel free to let your imagination run wild. Use of Y/N.

A/N: This is pure fluff and sweetness and love. I don't care though. The world could do with some more of the lovey dovey stuff in my opinion 💖☺️

Word Count: 1,552

You couldn't be more proud. Sitting next to the man you love, unconditionally, watching his warm brown eyes light up his rugged features you find yourself completely absorbed in his joy, his humility, his very being. The Golden Globes awards is in full swing and to be just nominated is a fantastic achievement in and of itself. You know Pedro deserves the nomination, he deserves the award and your fingers, hell even your toes are crossed for him!

Alas it was not meant to be. However you are absolutely awed by his grace and acceptance at not being awarded and at his genuine happiness and support for kieran Culkin. Pedro didn't win and unfortunately The Last of Us didn't win any awards either but that obviously didn't dampen the night for him. But as the evening went on you could tell by Pedro's body language that he was growing increasingly uncomfortable. "Is it your shoulder?" you whisper as you lean into his ear. "Yeah," Pedro replies with a twinge of discomfort evident on his face. "We left in such a rush I forgot to grab my pain meds."

You roll your eyes and huff, endearingly. "Trust you," you joshed while rubbing your hand up and down his uninjured arm. A small smile unfurled from Pedro in return. "Will you be okay?" you ask, all playfulness banished from your voice. You hate knowing he's in pain and there's nothing you can do to help him right now. "I'll be fine, baby," he replies casually but you're not convinced. You tenderly hold his good hand and rub soothing 'I'm here, I've got you' circles along his knuckles with your thumb. His hand instinctively replies to your comforting gesture by lightly squeezing your fingers in return.

By the end of the night it was clear that Pedro was masking the pain and you couldn't wait to get him home and take care of him. In all fairness to him he played the part well; smiling for photo's, reacquainting with fellow actors and giving the camera's his usual goofy cheer. Only you could see how his injury was truly affecting him. Another testament to his amazing acting skills, you thought with a fond smile.

As soon as you both arrived home you headed straight to the cabinet to get Pedro's painkillers while telling him you'd meet him upstairs. Entering the bedroom you see Pedro has already shed his trousers but was struggling to remove the sling. "God damn it!" he muttered sharply under his breath. "Ped, let me do that," you offered and quickly placed the glass of water and tablets on the nightstand by his side of the bed. He was obviously frustrated at not being able to do the simplest of tasks but he didn't reject your help or your concern.

"I'm like an invalid," he half laughed, half grumbled. "Maybe..." you teased with a smirk as you carefully opened the sling, gently lowering his arm and proceeding to unbutton his shirt. "But your my invalid and I'm gonna look after you." After helping Pedro into his PJ's and securing his arm inside the sling he slunk his other arm around your waist, pulling you closer to place a chaste peck on your lips. "Thank you, Y/N," he breathed, looking at you with adoration. "What would I do without you, hmm?" "Well, you'd forget to take these for starters!" You grinned as you passed him the pills and glass. Pedro laughs and shakes his head. "You're probably right," he concedes, then downs the pills.

Pedro watches as you discard your evening wear and slip on your pyjama shorts and top, his eyes scanning every inch of you. Not in a sexual way this time (although those times are always enjoyable). No, this time it's simply a look of love, appreciating what he has with you and all you do for him. How you supported him tonight, how you're always understanding when he has to spend weeks, even months away filming, how you've always treated him like a human being and not an idolised, imagined enigma that so many see him as. To you he's just your Pedro as that's more than okay by him.

Even now after an exhausting night you are still eager to show your devotion to him in the form of TLC. He know's one thing for sure; He'll never take you for granted! Pedro pulls the quilt back to get into bed, then pulls away the quilt on your side, extending his arm to tuck you into his chest, knowing full well it's your favourite way to sleep. But tonight you have other ideas. "Nuh uh..." you shake your head as you slip in beside him and lower his arm. He looks at you confusedly, his big brown puppy dog eyes cautiously searching your face.

"I'm taking care of you, remember?" you say softly as you make him shuffle down in the bed so you can wrap him up in your arms. His head rests on your chest and you listen to him sigh as you enjoy the feeling of the weight and warmth of him. You languidly run your fingers through his wavy hair, admiring the detailed blend of brown and grey woven throughout. You know this is Pedro's Achilles's Heel. Just a few moments of slowly stroking his hair always calms and soothes him into an almost catatonic state.

"Babe...?" you murmur sweetly. "Hmm...?" Pedro answers sleepily. "I'm so proud of you... you know that?" Your heart is so full of love for this man you think you might just burst! He stirs a little and asks, "Why? I didn't win." There was no bitterness or regret in his voice. He is simply stating a fact. Humble as always, you say inwardly. "You don't need to win an award to show what I, your family and friends, and millions of people worldwide already know - that you're a talented and passionate actor and a compassionate human being, and that's why I'm so proud of you." You tighten your arms around his shoulders as the last few words are spoken with intensity.

You feel a smile stretch it's way across Pedro's jaw against your chest, causing you to smile too. "You're finally getting the recognition you deserve after years and years of hard work, and things are only going to keep getting better for you. One day you will win, I know it, weather it's a Golden Globe, an Emmy or an Oscar, and I'll be there cheering you on." Pedro is silent for a moment and you think maybe he's fallen asleep, until he clears his throat a few seconds later. "What did I do to deserve you, Y/N?" His voice is choked with emotion as if he is holding tears back. He wishes he could hug you properly right now, itching to rip off the sling and hold you tight in his arms but he has to settle for smoothing your side, his fingertips being the only part of his arm he can move.

A deep sigh escapes you and you tilt his chin up so he's looking into your face. With a smile of pure love and affection you gush, "Just being you...and everything that makes you you." Pedro sits up and pulls you to sit up with him. He gazes deeply into your eyes causing you to forget everything for a moment. All that exists are those warm caramel eyes boring into the deepest parts of your soul. Pedro slowly brings his hand to the side of your head and kisses you fervently, his fingers cupping the back of your head and this thumb tenderly caressing the apple of your cheek.

Pedro ends the kiss but leans back in to place a peck on the tip of your nose, as if he misses you already. "Thank you, baby!" he cooed with glistening eyes. "You have no idea what you mean to me, what your support means to me. Tonight was the best night of my life." "It was...?" you smile, slightly confused. "Yes!" Pedro answers with conviction, "Because you were there beside me. I could have won tonight and it would mean nothing if you weren't there with me. I love you so much!" Pedro declares as he pulls you into another passionate kiss. You release a little moan as the kiss leaves your lips and travels to your neck, then to your shoulder as he pulls you into him for a hug.

"I love you too, Ped," your purr quietly into his ear and wrap your arms around his shoulders. This man is your whole world and you swear you've never been happier than you are in this moment. "How's your shoulder feeling now?" you ask while stroking the back of his neck. "It's feeling a lot better now," Pedro chuckles, touched by your endless concern. "Good," you breathed a sigh of relief as you lay down and gently pull Pedro down with you to lay his head back on your chest. Placing a feather light kiss atop his soft curls you whisper "Let's get some sleep. Goodnight, baby." "Sweet dreams my love," Pedro sighs as he snuggles as close to you as possible, falling asleep to the calming rhythm of your heartbeat.

[trulybetty]

october | 08 x umbrellas

pairing: frankie x f!reader word count: 1,488 warnings: none, as always unbeta'd summary: your first date with Frankie, and not everything goes according to plan. ao3: linked

{ x. series masterlist }

author note: prompts are not in chronological order, the story is told throughout the life span of the relationship. once all are posted, I'll post a list of the prompts in chronological order.

08 x Umbrellas.

You checked your watch again, it was still a solid five minutes before Frankie was supposed to be there. Looking out the window you watched the grey clouds gather as you debated whether to change your shoes—again. It had taken weeks of late-night texting, and countless attempts to align schedules, but now, finally, the night had come.

Speaking of which, your phone buzzed with a message: ‘On my way, see you soon!’

After much back and forth you grabbed a jacket and headed outside just as his truck pulled up. He hopped out, a sheepish grin on his face, “Hey,” he said, insisting on opening the passenger door for you before you could reach for it.

“Hey yourself,” you replied giving him a wide smile, something that happened quite frequently with the mention of his name these days.

For a brief moment, neither of you knew what to do, both of you with your hands stilled at their sides, fingers clenched into fists. After a brief moment of awkwardness, Frankie cleared his throat and pulled the door open wider to allow you to climb in. The interior smelled faintly of coffee and oil—a surprisingly comforting combination.

As he merged onto the main road, the first raindrops splattered against the windshield, “Looks like we timed this perfectly,” you joked already regretting leaving your umbrella behind.

Before Frankie could respond the engine spluttered, letting out a noise of metal on metal that sounded anything but healthy.

“Ah, shit,” Frankie muttered, his expression shifted as the dashboard flickered with warning lights, “That’s not good.”

The truck lurched before coming to a complete stop at the side of the road. He heaved a sigh as he looked up to the roof of the car, “I’m so sorry about this,” he apologized, eyes still up, “I thought this was fixed,” he continued, more to himself than you.

You tried to keep things light, “Hey, it’s not a first date unless something goes wrong, right?”

He gave a small, defeated laugh. “I was hoping to skip that cliché.”

Stepping out into the drizzle he popped the hood to investigate. After hearing several curses you joined him, pulling your coat tighter across your chest against the whipping wind, “Any luck?” you asked, immediately regretting your words when you saw the furrow in his brow get deeper.

“Starter is dead, I think,” he said, frustrated, “and of course, I left my tools at home.”

“Well, maybe we can still make our reservation?” you suggested, referring to your planned date at a small mom-and-pop place Frankie hadn’t stopped talking about since the suggestion of a date came up.

He checked his watch, “We’re cutting it close.”

You both set off, dodging puddles and exchanging glances as the rain steadily picked up. By the time you reached the restaurant, your coat was damp, and Frankie’s jacket was streaked with raindrops. But worse than the weather, the restaurant’s lights were off, and a sign taped to the door read: ‘Closed early, apologies for the inconvenience!’

Frankie sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I swear this isn’t how I planned on tonight going.”

You laughed softly, “It’s okay. Really.”

He looked at you, tiny rain droplets clinging to his dark lashes, “I wanted this to be perfect.”

“Perfect is overrated,” you said offering him a gentle smile as the rain began to fall harder adding insult to injury.

“At least I have this,” he said opening up the umbrella he’d pulled from the back of his truck.

However, before either of you could make any use of it a sudden gust of wind flipped the umbrella inside out rendering it useless. You bit back a laugh when you saw the look on Frankie’s face, his disappointment tangible.

“This is officially a disaster,” he admitted, shaking his head as thunder rumbled faintly in the distance.

You pulled out your phone from your purse and began tapping at the screen.

“Calling it a night?” he asked, trying to hide his disappointment when he saw the ride sharer app you’d opened on your phone.

“Not quite,” you grinned as a notification popped up, “our ride will be here in two minutes.”

He gave you a puzzled look, “Where are we going?”

“You’ll see.”

The ride was short, the rain pattering on the windows as you both warmed up in the backseat. Frankie seemed both amused and intrigued as the car slowed in front of a brightly coloured food truck nestled beneath a wooden pergola. Strings of soft, glowing lights hung above it, swaying gently in the breeze.

“Ta-da!” you announced, hopping out of the car and gesturing with a flourish toward the food truck behind you.

A smile tugged at the corners of Frankie’s lips, starting from the corner of his mouth as he shook his head. As if he couldn’t believe his luck that you hadn’t left him outside of the closed restaurant.

“They make the best tacos!” you said walking towards the truck, “and the margaritas are to die for! What do you think?” you asked eagerly as you awaited his response.

Frankie chuckled as he caught up with you, the twinkle in his eyes returning. “I think you might have just saved the night.”

You ordered at the window, and with food in hand, you settled at a standing table and didn’t miss when Frankie stepped a little closer to you. The conversation flowed effortlessly. He told you about how his love for flying started when he was a young boy, his father taking him on weekends to see the planes take off at the airport. You told him about where you’d grown up and how what you did now for work had nothing to do with the degree you completed in college.

As you bit into your taco, drops of sauce dripped down onto your hands and you laughed, looking at Frankie who was trying hard not to smile too much. “I swear I’m not usually this messy,” you said quickly, reaching for a napkin.

“I'll hold you to that,” he teased, offering you his napkin.

The night drew on, and you both seemed to forget about the cold and dampness as you swapped stories under the warmth of the propane heaters scattered around. Frankie became more relaxed, his shoulders losing the tension they’d held earlier. When you both finished eating, he got up to throw away your trays.

The rain had slowed to a steady drizzle when Frankie returned and you checked the time, “Wow, I didn’t realize how late it was.” you remarked as you noticed the food truck had already lowered its shutters.

Frankie looked just as surprised as he followed your gaze, “I didn’t even notice.”

“That’s a good sign,” you smiled.

He met your eyes, “It is,” he said as he gave you a smile that made your heart flutter. “Thank you for tonight,” he added, adjusting the collar of his now dried-out jacket, “and not leaving me at the curb when my truck broke down.”

Walking back to the curb, you shot Frankie a disbelieving look, “Stop Frankie,” you insisted, “I have no doubt if it had been the restaurant or here, it still would have been a great night. I had a great night.” you reassured him.

He smiled, “Me too.”

You walked back to where your Uber was waiting. Frankie opened the door for you, and before you could get in, he suddenly looked a bit nervous again, running a hand through his hair. “Can I see you again?” He asked, looking down at his worn shoes and then back up at you.

You couldn’t help but grin at his question, nodding eagerly, “I’d like that.”

He exhaled in relief, grinning widely. Frankie took a step closer to you, capturing your gaze, and making you forget about the drizzling rain. The world around you seemed to fade away as if the two of you were the only ones left.

Suddenly he raised his hand and gently cupped your cheek, with little hesitation he leaned forward and kissed you. It was soft, a little awkward as you were about to step into the car. His lips were warm against yours and a spark shot through you, leaving your knees weak. It was slow and unhurried, his thumb caressing the edge of your jaw as he deepened it slightly.

When he broke away, your breath hitched and your heart pounded in your chest. He looked at you with almost a shy smile, his eyes questioning your reaction to his sudden boldness.

You took a steadying breath and smiled back at him, “Goodnight, Frankie.”

As Frankie closed the car door behind you, you leaned back into the seat as the car pulled away, a contented smile spreading across your face. Despite the rain, the broken-down truck, and the closed restaurant, it had been one of the best first dates you'd ever had.

[barbarianbookhoe]

Chapter 5

Taglist: @vainillasmil157

After Nina made sure to check on Y/N's wound (and constantly tease her about Kaz), she went to bring Inej some water. The shapeshifter asked Nina about her, and made her promise to tell her when she was awake. Y/N thought of Inej as part of her family, and she didn't feel like going to a funeral in the near future.

Kaz checked on her as she asked, and she soon fell asleep not long after he left. When she woke, her limbs were sore from the uncomfortable position she sat in the chair. She noticed Kaz's coat draped over her and she smiled at the familiar scent.

Y/N slowly stood up from the chair and began putting on the change shirt Kaz smuggled into her bag. She also put on the leather vest, because feeling the fabric around her body made her feel secure, though she didn't put the knives back on. Y/N took a deep breath and opened the door, only to be met with Jesper's surprised gaze.

"You're awake?" He asked but then quickly corrected himself. "Well, of course you are since you're standing here. Saints, was I worried about you," He went to hug her but was stopped by when he heard Y/N wince from his touch. "Shit, did I hurt your wound?"

"Yeah, you kinda grabbed the wrong shoulder," Y/N answered and put a hand over her left shoulder.

"Sorry, I'll try to be careful next time," Jesper replied and then carefully put his arm around her, while leading her on board to the others. He began talking about what happened after Kaz brought her to the cabin, and she slept.

"I swear on all of Inej's Saints, that he was extremely brutal, like, I've never seen him act like this before," He said, "And I've seen lots of things in the Barrel," Jesper added.

"What did he do?" Y/N asked somewhat curiously, because the way Jesper talked, it sounded like he held some fear against Kaz. "For starters, he beated the shit out of Oomen, the man who wanted to drown you, then cut out his eye for Inej, and after learning he was sent by Pekka, he killed him and threw him into the water," He answered and his words made Y/N halt in her steps. "I'm sorry. Did I hear you say Pekka? As in Pekka Rollins, the one man Kaz hates more than anything?"

"Yes," she heard Kaz answer from next to her. She then realized Jesper not only lead her on board, but directly in front of the three boys and Nina. "He sent those men to the harbor to stop us from getting to Fjerda and the Ice Court. I have a suspicion that he took on the job as well, and intends to be the only one finishing it." Kaz told her and Y/N furrowed her brows.

"There's also a chance he might kill us once we step inside the Ice Court," Wylan added which made Kaz roll his eyes. "Don't be ridiculous. If he's half as smart as he thinks, he won't kill us in the prison, because that would alert the guards. He's going to wait until we do the hard work, and then catch us," He said nonchalantly, like it wasn't their deaths he was talking about.

"Fine!" Jesper sighed. "But if Pekka Rollins kills us all, I'm going to get Wylan's ghost to teach my ghost how to play the flute, just so I can annoy the hell out of your ghost," He told Kaz and Y/N grinned at his words.

Kaz smugly looked back at him. "I'll just hire Matthias' ghost to kick your ghost's ass," Matthias grumbled. "My ghost won't associate with your ghost,"

Y/N straightened her back under Jesper's arm. "My ghost will be having a wager with Nina and Inej's ghost on which one of you is the biggest idiot,"

"That would be me," Jesper smiled at her and she sent a quick glance to Kaz as she spoke. "I wouldn't be so sure, but you're close," The boy laughed at her and let go of her shoulders to take a look at Wylan's drawing. It was complete now, and Y/N needed to admit that the boy had talent.

After some more talking about the plan, Kaz dismissed everyone and Y/N decided to go with Nina to check on Inej. She felt guilty for not doing it sooner, but the heartrender reassured her that it was better for her to rest, if only for a few hours.

They went inside the room and when Y/N saw how lifeless Inej's body looked on the table, her stomach turned. She sat down on the chair next to her and glanced at the bandage around her torso.

"How bad is it?" She asked as she turned around, and the look on Nina's face turned into worry in an instant. "It's a pretty deep wound. Lucky for her the blade wasn't poisoned, so her chances are better,"

"So there's a chance she won't wake up," Y/N whispered and took a glance at Inej's peaceful face. "But she's going to, isn't she?" She looked up to see Nina standing next to her with a sad face. "I really hope so," She said and gently grabbed Inej's face to pour some water into her mouth, to keep her hydrated.

"You mind if I stay here with you? I don't want to sit alone in that cabin," Y/N said to Nina and she tried to hide a smile. "Really? I thought after your encounter with Kaz, you'd like that cabin," Y/N let out a gasp at her words.

"Nina Zenik, what are you implying?" She asked dramatically to which the girl playfully put her hands on her hip. "I'm just curious why the two of you lolked so flushed," She replied and her voice changed to a teasing tone. Y/N tried to hide the embarassment from her face as she answered.

"I had a bullet wound, we were both freezing from the water. That's it," Nina looked at Y/N with raised eyebrows. "And I'm the Queen of Ravka. You do know that I'm a Heartrender? I can hear everything," She smiled knowingly at Y/N, but she refused to look back at her. Then Nina sighed and put a hand on her shoulder and spoke softly.

"Look, whatever is happening between the two of you, it's clear that you don't want anyone to know. I can't promise that I won't interrupt you again, because I'm a naturally curious person, but I swear, that I won't tell anyone about it,"

Y/N finnaly looked at her and smiled in relief. "Thanks a lot, Nina"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

For the next three days, they took shifts in looking after Inej and her wound. They would try and feed her, keep her hydrated and talk to her, tell stories and old ravkan tales, as if she could hear them.

The two girls got to know each other better, now that they had the time for it. Y/N loved how confident and humorous Nina was, and sometimes the way she talked it reminded her of her mother. It made her chest feel warm. She also told some things about her childhood when she still lived in Os Kervo, and noticed the surprised glances she got from Nina after a few of her stories.

"Sometimes I'm really surprised by you," Nina told her on their third night, when they were both in the room with Inej. "Yeah? Why?" Y/N asked with a slight smile. "You're a gunsmith and a shapeshifter thought to be extinct, yet, the stories you tell, they're so...stupid, and childish and happy, I mean-"

"How did I end up in the Barrel, is what you're asking?" Y/N questioned and Nina nodded her head. The shapeshifter sighed and leaned back in her chair, as she thought about her answer. She trusted Nina, but not yet enough to tell her all the details. "Let's just say that I was using my powers when I shouldn't have, and a powerful person's men saw it, and we had to escape,"

"We?" Nina asked and Y/N lightly chuckled at her question. "Yeah, me and my brother, Raffiel. Ghezen, was he a pain in the ass. But I'd do anything for him and his family," She told her honestly and Nina smiled widely at her words.

"Ooh, does he have a wife? Or a husband maybe? Kids?" She asked quickly and Y/N laughed at her. "I see. Now that you can't pry into my private life, you want to pry into my brothers?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm a cruel Grisha woman, clearly seducing you for imformation about your brother. I'm so evil," Nina sighed dramatically and then looked at Y/N, waiting for her answer.

"Well, he has a wife and a son. The kid's so full of energy I swear if they let him outisde he'd run to Fjerda and back in one day. But he's the sweetest kid you could ever meet. And those green eyes? It's like staring into a pair of emeralds," She shook her head with a smile. She hoped it wasn't the last time she saw her nephew.

Every day they got closer to Fjerda, a knot appeared in her stomach, and each day it got tighter and tighter. She knew Kaz had a solid plan and she believed in him with every inch of herself, yet, there was also a small voice in the back of her head telling her that it won't work out, that they'll get caught and stay in prison till their death. She ignored the voice, but soon enough it was going to cause trouble for her.

And when Inej woke up, Y/N never saw someone cry as much as Nina did in the next few minutes. After they got her drinking and eating a few bites, they told her everything that happened at the harbor, including the few details of Kaz's plan. Y/N left out the fact that she almost drowned, and Nina left out what she assumed between the two. When they began talking about the Crow and the Cup tattoo, Inej lightly turned her head towards Y/N, who was standing beside Nina, next to the table.

"When did you get it? I know that it was already on you when we first met," Inej asked quietly, still somewhat week from her wound. Y/N's brows raised in surprise as she looked at the girl.

"And you're asking me this now ?" She asked and Inej let out a small smile. "I almost died, and there's lots of things I needed to ask, so...least you can do is give me an answer," The girl paused before whispering, "Before I bleed out again," Nina alet out a half chuckle hald yelp, but Y/N just stared at Inej.

"I hate you right now," She said, but seeing that the Suli-girl won't back down, she sighed.

She gave her a short answer, that she was certain she was going to regret later, not to mention the lecture she was going to get from Kaz when he hears about it.

"I got it along with Kaz, when we were fifteen,"

[itzr1anne]

Nah, Ian never leavin' you.

disclaimer!: i don't really like using y/n because i would rather ME imagining it then smb else lol, so yea i'm gonna use a random name. (all the writing and all my ocs BELONG to ME)

warnings!: nun but-- fluff, slight self-doubt(insecurities), reassurance, little mention of s£x lol

characters!:

Layla Melowive - Lala - Lay

32

Fiancée of Joshua Fatu

Joshua Fatu - Jey Uso - Josh

38

Fiancé of Layla Melowive

igh let's go --- --- ---

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"Yeah..." Layla was finished off her sentence just when she saw the door handle to their bedroom twitch. "I'm finna go to bed boo, I'll call you tomorrow" Lala said on the phone to her best-friend, Angela, in which she responded "Yeah, that's alright, night baby". Lay said her good night then ended the call just as soon as her husband walked in.

"Who was you on the phone to?" Jey questioned, his face expression blank and unreadable.

"Just Ang?" she replied back, her eyebrows furrowing. Joshua hummed in response before crawling into the bed. He turned so that his back was facing her face. That was weird..

Layla dropped her phone (not literally) onto the nightstand; laid on her bed, allowing her pink, silk bonnet to connect with her wonderful silk pillowcase.

----

It's been around 15 minutes and Lay is still having struggles to fall asleep.

"Man, could you stop moving?" Jey mumbled. She shrugged, knowing that he couldn't see her. "Sorry" she murmured back. He turned around and looked into her eyes for a split second. She was crying. Well, from what he saw anyway. Josh sat up and took the hand of his fiancée to let her know that he's there for her. "What's wrong, ma?" he asked gently before giving the 5'6 woman a kiss on the forehead. She shook her head. "Nothing" she said wiping away her tears and checking her fingers afterward to see if there were still anymore left.

"Bro, don't tell me nothing. Sums' up, wassuh?" he held her in his arms for a while until she pushed him away and finally built up courage to ask him the question that's been on her mind for a total of 3 weeks now.

"Jey, baby?" she called for him. He nodded. "Do you still wanna do this? Am I good enough for you? Ba- matter of fact, do I deserve your fine self?" she asked, tears running down her cheeks as she pronounced each word. "Yes, definitely and heck yeah! Are those real questions, baby? Huh? That's what's been on your mind, hmm?"

"But bae.. I see the way you look at other girls. I'm nothing like them. I feel like you liked me, then you loved me and now we've just grown apart and you aren't even close to liking me anymore- like I'm a bur den to you. A distraction, almost."

"Respectfully, are you stupid?" he asked. She stared straight at him and gave his the meanest, dirtiest mugs ever. Way worse than ANY of his (lolss).

"Wha-?" she was about to say something but he cut in. "Because you are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my life. For starters, I do not ever look at other women, ma, secondly- don't chu' dare accuse me of not loving you." he started off, whispering. She looked away, sniffing. "Ay, look at me when I'm talm to ya, you are the love of my life. Why'd you think I put this ring on you, huh? Why'd you think I wanna commit myself to you and this relationship if I didn't love you?" he lifted her chin. "Dang, don't even get me started on how good chu' are in bed. You's a master, fa sho"

Layla blushed at that comment. "Eh, listen babe, ian even jokin' around, you is way too good for all this to handle, I promise" he says, chuckling softly as Layla does the same. "Sexy girl."

She kisses and lays in bed, in his arms, for a while longer before drifting off to sleep. Jey notices and says this, "I love you, nobody can replace you, word" he kisses her cheek and then falls asleep as well.

[pnshandpull]

hi, it's me. i'm the problem it's me ! hello everyone, 'tis i, sun :') (@its-creed) back here with the second muse i SWORE up and down i wasn't going to bring but like — give me a good premise and pair it with too much muse and TADA! you get this guy!

here is my quick intro to ex-aetnernal now turned figher at daemon, CHA RYEONG !

as with reed — full disclosure with age i have become slow at plotting and in general so if you just want a random starter feel free to throw an emoji in the replies and i'll throw something up! if you are cool with turtle pace plotting feel free to drop a like on this and i will widdle waddle my way into your dms as soon as i can!

born to a long generation of aeternals, it was only fitting (and expected) that cha ryeong would follow in the footsteps of literally each of his ancestors and family members in becoming an aeternal.

for some reason, the cha family always received a little more glory than usual. most chalk it up to the fact that the family lineage has been a strong one with generation after generation of successful aeternals who have served with fantastic results through each of their time.

nowadays, the cha family lives with high prestige and are akin to celebrities with how well-known they've become even amassing a global audience for the work they've done nationally and international when lending assistance to nearby countries in times of need.

cha ryeong's abilities manifest around the typical age that powers are seen and recognized in the cha family around 10 years of age. it does come as a surprise when he shows abilities reminiscent of his great-great-great grandfather who had been one of the more renowned family members for the legacy he left behind.

following the first show of his abilities, cha ryeong is thrust head on into the world of training to become an aeternal. his parents keep him from the spotlight until he makes his debut into society passing the selections of the few trainees that get accepted every year at the academy.

his entire time at the academy and training goes smoothly and is attributed to him being a cha – all family members having displayed extraordinary control over their powers from a young age and succeeding naturally at anything to put their minds to.

two months following his 24th birthday – into the new year – with his exceptional performance and a few words of influence from his family, cha ryeong is accepted as a recruit to become part of the field combat team.

ryeong goes above and beyond the expectations that everyone seems to have. the only problem that seems to arise is that he's aggressively too independent when it comes to getting the job done because of his need to be on top (where he could probably do better with teamwork). regardless, he's compliant at best when it comes to making sure he doesn't get in the way of the overall mission and thus gets away with it a little more than he should due to the results he produces.

things go awry in cha ryeong's second year however when a mission goes wrong. during an evacuation taking place when a villain creates earthquakes, something devastating happens however no one present at that time steps forward to tell the true and full story.

the public is left to come to their own conclusions and speculations when the academy suddenly announces the withdrawal of cha ryeong while disclosing the death of an aeternal who had been present at the scene — the details kept private for the sake of their family.

many people believed that the cha family had a hand in shutting down all news outlets before they could release any articles that would harm their reputation while believing they sued any publishers that had released something before going completely silent.

what others find even more strange is the fact that the other two aeternals who had been present at the scene still haven't stepped up to make any statements about what truly happened that unfateful day. however, whenever asked about cha ryeong their aversion at the mere mention of his name was enough for people to begin with wild speculations again.

with the amount of limelight the cha family already receives on the usual, this situation only pushed ryeong further into the eye of the public. the attention quickly and controversially put him on the map as a hot celebrity topic as long as the full story continued to remain unknown.

currently the public is split between giving ryeong a second chance while the other half has stuck to villainizing him for something they're not even sure of. this has led to a barrage of paparazzi and media outlets looking to get information from ryeong.

cha ryeong's dismissal from the force is seen as the biggest disgrace the family lineage has faced in decades considering everyone had expected him to follow in the steps of the legacy his great great great grandfather left behind.

unable to deal with the overall change in treatment from his family, cha ryeong took it upon himself to move from his family home and into the silverline apartments where he knew his family would have no influence over the second chance collective at monitoring his every move.

with the amount of internalized and unprocessed anger ryeong still has, he's learned how to channel and use the fights at daemon as his outlet while he tries to figure out what his next steps are and to find a new start.

plots and connections

ryeong highkey despises his family and the academy right now. utter one word to him and he'll probably have you pinned where you stand on the ground using his ability.

paparazzi keep flooding the entrance of building and it's making it so annoying for you whenever you're coming or going. you've had too many reporters asking you about cha ryeong and either a) you know him and confront him about it or b) have no idea who he is but hear him in the lobby by chance and air your grievances then and there

you're aware of ryeong's self sustenance ability so when you find him knocked out cold on a bench in the middle of a street it's lowkey concerning

anyone from daemon?

people that ryeong trained with at the academy

possibly someone related to the aeternal that had passed away involved in ryeong's scandal (? i'm still working out the kinks in general for this part of his background but open for brainstorming!)

someone ryeong was close to before the situation but then cut off afterwards within the past few months

someone that/related to someone that ryeong has saved before

a sibling? lmao

[katscye]

check check check, i am posting from my new computer! this means ya favorite writing partner is back and in full swing to do replies! what better way to celebrate than with a reverse starter call?? give this post a like an i'll go through your open starters and give them some love (if we already have threads please do not hesitate to like this as well if you'd like!)

i also added three new test muses (and took one away shhh) so i'll be posting starters for them as well soon!

[ccaptain]

KNOWING YOUR PARTNER WELL CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER.

REPOST DO NOT REBLOG !!

NAME: sam!! yes with the !!. imperative (i'm joking) but I also respond to Zack!

PRONOUNS: she/her, they/them!

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION: until I'm comfy giving you my discord IMs will have to do!

NAME OF MUSE(s): Kaeya Alberich. in fact, multiple Kaeya Alberichs. In his Fatuiverse, he named himself Ambroise Petrov. ...... I have a lot of verses ok-

BEST EXPERIENCE: OH, MAKING HIM A FUCKING. HSR VERSE. so many more interactions and people interested in my essential appropriation in the Enigmata path and lore..... sorry hoyov.erse. this is mine now. i'm making him friends and ships and i move the lore now

RP PET PEEVES / DEALBREAKERS:

- Do people still read an heartfelt, emotional reply from their partners and don't come yelling in their DMs about it as soon as they can?? That's the highest thing that puts me off on my list of Things That Put Sam off and you won't get the same effort off me if this happens consistently! sorry.

- everyone but me has square icons...................... where is the rotund. where is the round. PLEASE @ MY FELLOW ROTUND ICONS COME TO ME I'M AFRAID (I love y'alls icons im jk)

- If you start acting weird/spiteful because you assume my actions are sending a message you don't vibe with, your best bet is coming to ask me directly what I was trying to do/say. Me reblogging an ask meme/headcanon I made multiple times during the day is not to desperately attract your attention and coercing YOU specifically into sending me one: most of my rp partners have wonky timezomes but still want to read what I wrote/try to interact and this is faster than sending links to 8+ people. If you don't plot with me/send me ask memes, then there'll always be next time. Don't overthink it and don't make it weird, I exist in my own space and do my own things and I'll be happy if you want to vibe with me.

MUSE PREFERENCES: muses who have been damaged emotionally and still come on top of it ''well'' while hiding some sort of traumas...... muses with masks, multiple layers. onion muses that get vulnerable and get peeled layer by layer, painfully raw by the end of it. muses with skewered morals who learn with surprise that they can think in other ways than the ones they've been taught. in fact, H:SR Kaeya is an amalgamate of everything I like in terms of muse's personalities smashed together

PLOTS OR MEMES:  MEMES. faster to plot on, versatile, takes the awkwardess of the first plot off entirely if we're trying to interact, and I can adapt them to almost anything. I wanna say both, but plots are harder to start due to busy lives expecially if those require a starter :( i wanna say that we can mix both... start a plot with an ask meme that turns into a thread. that I can do and is a very good compromise for me

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: 4 paras for each reply or assume I have been alien-napped by weird beings and switched with an impostor who wasn't left a script to follow to impersonate me.

BEST TIME TO WRITE: EVENING... if i'm not drawing or chatting with people or playing, I crack my fingers after my afternoon nap and kick in gear. lock in. ..... then I get distracted but that's another story

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S): HOOO BOY I HOPE THE FUCK NOT. maybe i'm more like Wriothesley in terms of muses despite his blog collecting dust: I cope healthily and am normal? I think??

tagged by: i stole it from myself. ultimate thief level tagging: HMMMHMMHMHM who hasn't done this already... mmmmm @predvestnik and @dupliciti as usual but also @aguilareye @glacialswordsman and everyone else who would like to join in!

[badassxbirdy]

November Activity Update (Pinned Post)

It’s time once again for an activity update. If you’re new here: these posts help me to keep track of what the frick I’ve been doing, particularly when tumblr breaks or the brain fog strikes. This update includes replies and interactions posted from the 1st of October to the 1st of November, as well as things queued or in drafts at the time of posting. Everything else can be found in previous updates under this tag. There’s also the full thread tracker here, which has now been updated to add the newer threads that were missing.

If you want to see all IC interactions without the other stuff, click here. If you’d like to start something new, there are opens and memes, or you can just hit up the DM’s. You can also add Tyler on Discord for IC texting. Username is the same as her url, just let me know who you are if you add her.

The full activity update (along with OOC housekeeping) is below the cut. Bold text = links.

Now onto the update!

OOC Housekeeping

The thread tracker has been updated with new stuff, but it's also about time I tidied it up a bit. To that end, I'll be messaging folks about threads on there that have been inactive for a long time. If we've already talked about them, don't worry, I'll just leave things as previously agreed! If we're only a couple of notes in, I'll assume you've decided to drop.

A thing for my fellow broke bitches: link

Threads, replies, and other IC interactions:

@astormymind

On the train with Maze - queued

@demcnsinmymind - tracker page

Tyler is having a Bad Time™️. - link

Ty gives Lance a haircut - queued

Adorable sleepover vibes - queued

Taking Lance on a hunt - queued

Azzy proves a point - queued

Car trouble - queued

@demonstigma

Nosy Ty is Nosy - queued

@drkroots

A failed joke attempt - link

@handtame

“Sorry for acting so strange and irregular; It will happen again.” - drafted

@coreclash (tagging you here instead of innerwar. I hope tumblr fixes things for you soon!)

Graceful Tyler is graceful - link (with Bailey)

@itsonlyfinn

Library ghost - link

@magaprima

Demon problems part 2: electric boogaloo - queued

@milleroptimism

Premeditated pizza crimes - link

@multi-royalty

An aiming mishap - drafted

@vreeshim

Reply to the starter is queued at last! Thanks for your patience.

@vyrulent

Spooky starter from Lydia - queued

Headcanon, dash games, and assorted silliness:

How to catch a Michael - link

"Too hot to handle" - link

Burritoversary!!!! - link

Thread and dash commentary - link and link

I think that’s everything, but as always, please let me know if I’ve missed something. I never intentionally drop threads without notifying, so if it’s not here, I am either having a brain fart or I simply have not seen it. Remember to be kind to yourselves, and drink some water. ❤️ — Em

[throwaway-yandere]

Dear Secret Penpal,

Happy Irodori Festival! My name is Lisa (disclaimer: not my real name). A pleasure to be exchanging correspondence with you. While I am better at writing my thoughts than speaking them outloud, unfortunately I'm not too well-versed in the art of keeping a conversation, so I hope you will forgive me for my clumsy attempts.

For starters, I hope you are doing well as you are reading this letter. Always remember to take a good care of your health!

I'm sure you don't wish to divulge too much personal information in these letters. However, would you mind talking about the things that interest you? I'll start first - recently I have been testing out a Fontaine technology which is aiming to assist people in writing articles and books. It's a most curious technology indeed, and I am having fun tinkering with it for the past few days.

I hope this letter reaches you safely and I eagerly await your response.

🌸 Lisa

cw: yandere themes, and alhaitham being an asshat in general-

From this yandere genshin secret pen pal event

✥ YOU GOT A LETTER FROM YOUR SECRET PEN PAL!!!

"See you soon, Malikata."

Those were the same words King Deshret last uttered before the sand dwindled in his very own hourglass. It was the words of a hopeless man— the delusions of a mourning king.

And yet, as if there are miracles born from misfortunes, it came true.

"Alhaitham" recalls little of who he once was eons ago. Since childhood, he had felt that he operates differently compared to his peers. All the rational man had was, ironically, a gut feeling. There is only one situation where he would rely on intuition and that would be whenever he needed to explain his geometric reasonings in two columns— but no one demanded proof that he was the reincarnation of The Red One.

Besides, what person would demand about something they have no prior knowledge of? 

 "ALHAITHAM!!!" 

Kaveh closed the door behind him with a loud slam. The mounted shelves shook while Alhaitham stood, unflinching. There's no visible reaction on his face,  

"YOU HAVE THE MISSING DIVINE KNOWLEDGE CAPSULE, DON'T YOU?!?"

"Of course not," Alhaitham replied. "If I had a use for it, surely I would've used my authority to access it."

But the architect didn't believe a single word. They both acknowledge that the Acting Grand Scribe had an unexpected proficiency or talent for acting. Lying came easy to him, yet strangely enough, Kaveh sensed not a hint of deceit.

Which could only mean he's innocent or he had someone do his bidding and delivered the capsule to someone else.

"That Irodori Secret Exchange thing— what was it called—"

"Pen Pal or Yokais."

Alhaitham is once again reminded how fortunate he is that his dear "Lisa" is as clever and as articulate as they were lifetimes ago.

"Yes! THAT!!!" Kaveh grabbed a fistful of Alhaitham's grey cloak, looking at him dead in the eye. 

"You definitely smuggled it to Inazuma to avoid suspicion! You got a taste of that power when you confronted Azar and intend to steal it didn't yo—"

"I've never used the divine knowledge capsule."

"... What? Didn't you try to kill Azar with it?"

"No," Alhaitham shook his head lazily. "It was just a minor part of our strategy to lower their guard down. I've no need for divine favors to win. I only need to think."

"That sort of arrogance does sound like something you would say..."

And his sheer indifference for the divine also marked one of many similarities he shared with King Deshret.

"You're mistaken. It's not arrogance but belief in one's competency. You should learn to think before you speak, Kaveh. I can arrest you for lèse-majesté."

"Gah— Okay then, fine!" Kaveh waved his hand up dismissively. "Maybe you didn't steal it after all."

He let go of his cloak.

"Still, aren't you worried about where it is?"

"No."

"You can't be serious," Kaveh gawked. "That thing is contaminated by The Withering. Aren't you concerned that someone would—"

"Just let it be," Alhaitham said. "You can't discount the chance someone might use it wisely for the benefit of the people."

"Argh!!!— you are so damn lazy, I can't believe you. Need I remind you that capsule was used to almost create a new archon?! Why on earth are you being so laissez-faire about this?! You're our Acting Grand Sage, you should be— hey! Get back here! Don't you dare lock yourself inside your room—"

Shut.

How exhausting. What a waste of his time.

Why would he possess the divine knowledge capsule, when it's Nabu Malika that needed to remember their past the most?

You'll use that divine knowledge capsule, won't you, his hayati?

It's easier to lie in letters after all. 

It's only a matter of time until his Goddess is back in his arms again.

[hinatastinygiant]

24 | Andromeda

Pairing: Kita x Fem!Reader

What's Meant to Be Masterlist

The following morning you wake up in Kita's bed, but without him next to you.

"Kita?" you call out, rubbing your eyes. You get out of bed and stumble downstairs.

"Hey, good morning," he smiles. "Hungry?"

"Yeah, I could eat," you yawn, taking a seat at the counter.

"How're you feeling?" he then asks, placing three eggs in front of you.

"I could feel worse," you smile. "How are you?"

"I'm okay," he nods, cracking another egg into a bowl. "A little hungover, but otherwise, I'm good."

"Good," you grin.

"Have you heard from Atsumu at all?"

"No, I haven't," you reply. "Have you?"

"No, not yet. Maybe he's sleeping it off."

"Maybe," you nod. "I don't remember seeing him that fucked up since high school. But, I also haven't really seen him since then so, maybe he's always like that."

"You're probably right," Kita agrees. "Anyway, let's go eat outside. It's too nice to be stuck inside all day."

"Okay," you nod.

The two of you grab a blanket and head out into the backyard. The air is cool and crisp, and the sky is blue and cloudless.

"It's nice out here," you smile, taking a seat on the porch.

"Yeah, it is," Kita agrees, setting his plate of eggs down.

The two of you eat in silence, enjoying the weather.

"Hey, can I ask you something?" Kita then says after a few minutes.

"Yeah, of course," you nod, looking over at him.

"Are you, uh... are you gonna be okay, Y/N?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, your job situation, for starters," he explains.

"Yeah, I think I'll be alright," you shrug.

"What if I helped you?"

"Kita, I can't-"

"No, no, no," he interrupts, waving his hand. "Not with money or anything. Just, y'know, with little things."

"Little things?"

"Yeah, like... If you need someone to take care of you when you're sick, or pick up groceries, or whatever. I could help with that."

"That would be really nice," you smile.

"And maybe you could help me with stuff too," he adds, his face turning slightly red.

"Help you with what?"

"Y'know, just stuff," he mumbles. "I don't really know."

"Whatever it is, I'm sure I could help," you chuckle.

"Good, good," he nods, rubbing the back of his neck.

The two of you finish your meal and continue talking for a while. Eventually, you decide to bring your empty plates inside and wash them.

"I think I should go," you then say, drying off the dishes.

"Are you sure?" Kita asks, a hint of disappointment in his tone.

"Yeah," you sigh. "I don't want to be a bother."

"You could never be a bother, Y/N," he tells you. "I love having you around."

"Thank you, Kita," you smile. "I like being with you, too."

"Hey, uh, Y/N, there's something I need to ask you," he says, nervously rubbing the back of his neck.

"What is it?"

"Well, I was wondering if... y'know... if maybe you wanted to be my girlfriend."

"Oh," you gasp, your eyes widening. "Oh, Kita..."

"Sorry, sorry," he immediately apologizes. "It's too soon, isn't it?"

"No, no," you shake your head. "It's just, I have a lot going on right now, and I need to figure some things out. But, maybe after I do that, we could try to be together."

"Really?" he smiles.

"Yeah, really," you smile back.

"So, what do we do now?"

"I think I should get going," you tell him.

"Okay," he agrees, not hiding his disappointment.

The two of you walk to the front door and he helps you into your coat.

"Thank you," you smile, looking up at him.

"Any time," he smiles back, leaning down to kiss you.

"I'll talk to you soon, okay?"

"Okay," he nods. "Take care, Y/N."

"I will. You too," you wave as you leave.

When you reach the bottom of the steps, you can't help but feel your heart sink. You can't help but think back to everything that happened last night. You wish that you could be with him.

"Y/N!" you hear Kita's voice suddenly shout.

You turn around to see him standing on the top step, a look of determination on his face.

"I know you said you don't want to rush things, but I can't help how I feel," he says, taking a deep breath.

"Kita," you whisper, your eyes welling up with tears.

"I'm crazy about you," he continues. "And if I don't tell you how I feel now, I might lose my chance. So, I'm telling you now. I'm crazy about you, Y/N."

The hairs on your skin stand up as his words hit your ears.

"You're perfect," he sighs. "You're kind and caring, and smart, and funny, and beautiful. And I know it hasn't been that long since we've found each other again, but I can't imagine being without you. You've made my life so much better, and I love spending time with you."

"Oh, Kita," you choke, tears streaming down your face.

"So, even if you're not ready to be my girlfriend, please, don't ever leave me," he says, his voice cracking.

"Never," you shake your head, sniffling. "I'm not going anywhere."

"Good," he nods.

You quickly make your way back to him, and throw your arms around his neck.

"You mean everything to me," he whispers, pulling you closer.

"I know," you murmur, burying your face in his chest. "You mean everything to me, too."

"You have no idea how long I've waited for this," he chuckles.

"Me too," you laugh, looking up at him.

"I'm never gonna let you go," he grins, kissing you again.

"Neither am I," you smile, kissing him back.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

Later that night at your house, you feel that same sinking feeling. You're lying on your couch, staring up at the ceiling. Your mind is racing, and your heart is pounding. You can't stop thinking about Kita. Was it wrong for you to turn him down like that? Or did you make the right decision?

A few moments later, the doorbell rings, and you get up to answer it. On the other side is Sayuri and Mel with a bottle of wine.

"What are you guys doing here?" you ask, stepping aside to let them in.

"We're here to drink our feelings away," Mel replies, holding up the bottle.

"Oh good," you sigh, shutting the door behind them.

"So, are you gonna tell us what's wrong?" Sayuri asks, setting the bottle on the coffee table.

"Not unless you promise to keep it a secret," you say, sitting down on the couch.

"Pinky promise," Mel says, holding out her pinky.

"Fine," you groan, wrapping your finger around hers. "Kita asked me to be his girlfriend, but I said I couldn't because of all the stuff that's been happening. Did I totally fuck up?"

"Y/N, why did you do that?!" Sayuri shouts, causing you to wince.

"Because, I told him the truth," you reply.

"You can't lead him on like that!" Mel cries.

"Lead him on?"

"Yes! You can't just say yes to the wedding, and then say no to being his girlfriend!"

"Oh, god, I did that, didn't I?" you groan, leaning back against the couch again.

"Yep," Mel nods.

"Well, shit," you mutter, rubbing your temples.

"Did he say anything else?" Sayuri asks, pouring herself a glass of wine.

"No, but I know he was hurt," you sigh. "He said he understood and that he'd wait until I'm ready, but..."

"But, what?"

"I don't think I'll ever be ready," you admit, feeling your heart break. Not after those other assholes you dated.

"Y/N," Mel gasps, grabbing your hand.

"What?" you sniffle.

"Nobody's ever going to understand you like Kita does," she tells you. "And nobody will ever love you the way he does. Don't let him slip through your fingers, Y/N."

"I know, I know," you sigh, wiping away the tears that start to fall. "I just don't want to be hurt again."

"That's not him," Sayuri reminds you, sitting next to you.

"Yeah, but-"

"No buts," she interrupts, shaking her head. "Kita isn't like that."

"He isn't," Mel nods. "Even I know that and I hardly know the guy!"

"Then what do I do?"

What's Meant to Be Masterlist

Taglist: @thisbicc

[red-man-of-mustache]

Rules and other relevant information(Mobile view)

Rule 1. I'm not at all selective with who I'll role-play with. I'd prefer mutuals, naturally, but I think if we're interacting with one another that'll come with time so I won't harp on it. I don't care about your writing length but just know sometimes I can get carried away with mine so be warned. I also don't mind doubles! Mario and Mario, Mario and Dr Mario, Shadow Mario, whatever variation is welcome. I don't do exclusivity with muses either(unless discussed). Also, I don't mind role-playing with anons either. Basically, my blog is a free-for-all. Random anons, random asks for the hell of it, go for it.

Rule 2. Personal blogs are welcome here. I'll be reluctant to follow them though as I like to keep my dash a certain way. Should you rp from a side-blog then you know what to do: lemme know.

Rule 3. This blog is multi-ship and multi-verse(ew dirty word). The main verse of course has continuity between threads so keep that in mind if you see Mario mention or otherwise reference your muse and events that happened surrounding their interaction. Verse exclusive interactions will be tagged properly. Posts without a verse tag are to be assumed main verse.

Rule 4. This is a personal mish-mash of everything Mario: the games(mainline and spinoffs), comics(Super Mario adventures primarily, Super Mario-kun is lightly followed) and the cartoons. The recent Super Mario bros movie is an origin story and I'm not sure if I'll make a verse for it yet as Mario is fresh to the kingdom and hasn't been on any adventures yet. I have headcanons that I toss into my interpretation of Mario and I'll be getting a headcanon tag going soon along with updating these rules with said tag for ease of access. I say all that to say that if I do something that you may consider off-color for Mario let me know! I take criticism. Love it actually.

Rule 5. I will reiterate: there is no set way to begin interaction. Toss me a random ask, random starters are also accepted, and my starter calls are always open(might make a perma one, who knows). My messages are open for plotting purposes or general shenanigans. Discord available upon request and I also rp there as well.

Rule 6. I will not be writing any smut. It makes me uncomfortable to try and think of Mario in that light. Sorry. No italian sausage.

Rule 7. Relationships aren't just romance. If you see potential for an ongoing friendship, maybe frienemies, partners in some grand project, let's get to working those deets out.

Rule 8. I personally don't consider much "read-more" worthy but triggers will be tagged. They won't be in the same style as my other tags, simply "tw:wires" or something.

Rule 9. Almost forgot! No god-modding.

Rule 10. If I'm taking a bit to reply and you see me replying to others then gimme a poke. Message me, tag me again, I don't mind. Most likely I forgot or real life got in the way and flipped my perception upside down. Happens more then you'd expect, trust me. Also, I reserve the right to drop a thread for any reason. I'll of course let you know should that happens. I used to be real bad about that kinda thing. This goes double for messages by the way!

This blog is quite the casual place to be( of course that's just my opinion) despite the graphics and whatnot. I'm here to have fun and indulge an old hobby of mine. If you read this far: there's no password. Just like the post so I know you read it. Catch ya on the flipside.

[welp-back-on-my-bs]

It has been... a very weird week for Morgan. Chelaver has been crowned king at the start of it. A meeting was to be held as well between representatives of the four local kingdoms. Morgan also attended as a representative of minority groups. It confused all the princes, but Silvio.

"I'm here as a representative of minorities of each of your countries. I have people working in and helping those who need it there. It's new, but we have grown fast."

"So you also have demands then?"

"Of course, I'm here to be a voice for those who can't voice it themselves. I'd rather project their voices, but it's not safe yet."

Sarel had a look of realization go over his face "that would explain the exess bodies found..."

"Exactly, so along with your peace treaties. I'd also like to be able to have representatives of minorities within each country as well to beable to have a voice in each royal court."

"Why should we take you seriously?" Chalaver questioned, seemingly distant

"Well, for starters. I've got someone trying to kill me because I'm fighting for equity."

"Don't you mean equality?"

"Nope. Equity. It's to support those who are disadvantaged. For example, if I were to take Gilbert's cane away. That would be equality since none else here has one. But he has one because he needs it. Ergo, Equity. I want those who need supports like that, find ways to make things on par with those who can do things others can't. You've all had soldiers lose life and limb in battle. Shouldn't they be able to have peace after it? Shouldn't they find something to feel normal and safe in their homes."

"Alright. I'll have someone be found to be a part of Rhodinite's court for your cause." Chalaver nods

Keith looks to Morgan "I have to ask, what's in it for you?"

"Well, I'm disabled and queer. "

Keith nods "I see... I'll see if I can get someone in Jade to support your cause then"

Gilbert smiled at Morgan "Well, I have someone in mind for such a position."

"Thank you, Gilbert." Morgan bowed deeply to the princes and king.

After the meeting was done, Morgan went to their room, let out tears of relief, and flapped their hands in joy. They did it! They convinced the princes to help!

They soon heard a knock at their door, then some fighting.

Confused, Morgan dried their tears and opened the door to see two of the princes fighting with one another. Calmly, from Gilbert, and a lot of swearing from Silvio.

"Uh- can I help you two?-"

Gilbert turned to Morgan and smiled "I came here to talk about the Obsidian Minority Representative thing you were on about earlier"

Morgan remained cautiously optimistic "alright, what did you have to ask?"

"For you to come home with be and be the Obsidinaite representative exclusively for that?"

"Like hell they are going back there! And they're already Bennonites representative, so you can't keep them."

"It's the butterfly's choice, not some rageing dogs"

"Why do you want me back there? I'm nothing like Carlo or Kayden. I was just a housewife there."

Gilbert growled and pulled Morgan close to himself. "You are more than that, and you know it..."

Silvio tham pulled Morgan away from Gilbert "Exactly. That's why they need to stay with me where they are loved."

"You think you can buy their love?"

"You think you can scare love out of them?"

"What are you two talking about now?-"

Gilbert giggled a bit, then sighed "well Morgan, I've loved you for a long time now. It broke my heart when the time came and I couldn't take you as mine... I'm not letting this opportunity escape me again."

Morgan was shocked, tearing up a bit and shaking. This pissed off Silvio even more, holding them close and growling at Gilbert. He looked to them and sighed.

"Morgan, I loved you for a long time. I don't know when it started. But I found that it's hard to be without ya. I just-" he sighed softly.

"... I... I love you both..." Morgan mumbled softly

"What?" Both men replied, shocked at this

"Silvio... I've loved you for a while now... I was just... scared... I didn't want to hurt you... I didn't want to become a monster... and... Gil... I... I'm sorry..." They cried softly "... I was convinced that... you never cared for me... that... I had none left... even though I loved you so much... I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..." They were in the ground, sobbing.

Silvio knelt down, pulling Morgan close and kissing their head gentley. "Hey... you're not gonna hurt me... youre to kind to do such a thing... and... if you love eyepatch too... i guess i can share you with him. Only if he promises not to harm you."

Gilbert got onto the ground and held Morgan from behind "honestly... I still have the book you found for me... I cherish that story a lot... of the Phantom in love with a talented girl... who does what he can... and the girl being in love with another... I guess, if I must, I can share you... since you seem to love the dog so much... and yes, I won't harm them..."

Morgan looked at the two men and smiled weakly, giving them both a loveing kiss "thank you..."

After that, the week continued to be weird. They had a celebration with the siblings.

"Finally! It was painful watching the loveing stares and Gilbert's multiple attempts of murder, " Monie complained

Andre was annoyed at Silvio for confessing to Morgan before he could confess to Rio. But Rio being back and learning that Silvio played a part in helped him relax.

Getting to know Kessie as Gilbert's other partner and spy for both him and Chalaver "it's... very complicated"

It was a lot, and by the end of it, they were at home, asleep in Silvios' arms

[uzumakisavior]

As soon as I get through my threads, I'll work on new starters. Here is what I am tracking so far, I know I'm missing a few. Dm me and remind me. I'll add it to the list.

Drafts

@inun4ki:

1 ask and 2 starters for Sugu, 2 starters with Yura (we love Yura and Kaede in this house), and I want to start something with Vayne once our other threads are done.

@ofrosegold : we have one long rp going on here. Very deep, long term, and thorough. I appreciate it. I lost count of our asks bth. I think, 2-3? I know these are important. I have them saved in my asks i promise.

Also, 1 starter for cult Geto.

And a 2 threads.

@origami-assassin

1 thread, 1 ask/starter for sugu, and 1 starter (you made) for Uraume. I'm interested to see where Uraume brings us.

@ofxcrimsonxedge 3 way rp with Sukuna, Kaede @inun4ki and Uraume. :D

@praeteritus-memories

Gyah, we must be having a blast!!

1 with Shoko. A whole plot. Ending with Shoko losing Sato. Oof. So angsty. 1 satosugu. It was supposed to be a happy ending, but we can't have one without a little trauma, right? Are we taking after Gege? Who knows. Dr. MARUKI will be making an appearence. -oh!!! And we have a thread with Mauve.

Let's not forget our favorite couple, Ei and Sugu (I need to get friggin reply to that one I'm sorry)

A starter with Sensei AU Suguru and Andrian. How lovely. I appreciate that answer from Inumaki.

@elysian-noctuary

@cvrseduzumaki

Starter with....well....we shall plan it. Dm me. But we will be discussing themes and battles Suguru struggles with in character. I've been wanting this as a sugu main muse myself. I'm more than excited. I'm *creepy fingers/blissful smile satoru when he meets his new son levels of* happy.

@cursesavior

We have that one thread with Shoko. Sorry she gave you a hard time. It was so much fun. I can't wait to see more. She's grieving right now, and I promise she will be nicer over time.

@hxbiris

Your OC Rena with Suguru and Satoru. School life prior to star plasma vessel- starter. No worries. I didn't forget you.

@parieha

Sukuna and Uraume origin story. AU

@ratiosalaryman

Death of Haibara thread

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I think that's all I have? Let me know if you see this, and I owe you.

[misfitsandmusings]

Affiliated With: @climatact // @piratebento // @multixroses 💕

Carrd | Memes | PSAs | Wishlist |Interaction Call | Interest Checker | Promo

MOBILE RULES UNDER CUT:

General / Important Rules:

This blog is independent, private, semi-selective, and medium to low activity. IC interactions are limited to mutuals only. I will not follow back if there are no easily accessible rules on your blog or I can't see our muses interacting.

AU, OC, and Crossover friendly, but I'm selective with OCs (an easily accessible about page is a must), and I tend to second-guess myself most and be slowest on OC and crossover content.

NSFW material will be present on this blog. The mun is 25+ and a fan of angst, dark themes, spicy/smut scenarios, and more. Smut will be tagged nsfw and hidden beneath a banner and a read more; other common triggering themes will be tagged appropriately. Minors may interact at their own risk, but note that I will not write any spicy/nsfw material with a mun under the age of 18. Any minors attempting to engage in nsfw material or caught lying about their age will be blocked on sight.

EXTREMELY IMPORTANT PSA: My muse and overall activity are sporadic. Sometimes I reply to things as soon as they come in; other times it may take me weeks. I go wherever the muse takes me, am prone to hyperfixating on threads, and I openly favor interactions with my affiliates (people I frequently chat with OOC!) I rarely respond to my drafts, asks, etc. in the order they came in. I might like or post meme calls even if I owe things. I might send you memes or unprompted things even if I already owe you things. None of this is meant to be hurtful; it's just how my brain works. For the sake of both my mental health and your time, please do not interact if any of these things are a deal-breaker for you.

That said, I like to think I'm a really laid-back RP partner. I'll never rush you for replies, I'm okay with dropped threads, I'm totally fine with (and encourage) you sending me memes or unprompted starters if even if you already owe me things... At the end of the day I'm here to have a good time and hope you are as well. Nobody should feel guilt or make others feel guilt over a hobby. If you're feeling it, DO IT - if you're not, you're not. Full stop, no explanation needed.

How to Interact:

If we're mutuals, feel free to send me memes, IC asks, headcanon prompts/requests, like my starter or meme calls, etc.

I'm also really interested in chatting with my mutuals ooc as well! I know this isn't everyone's favorite, but for me I find it easier to write with people I chat with on a regular basis. I'm generally very shy, but I value this so much I am 100% willing to reach out and be the outgoing one if you're shy or don't know how. You can literally just IM me like "Hi I want to talk but I'm shy!" and I will be like -cracks knuckles- "I GOT THIS."

A note about memes and inbox spam: When I say I welcome inbox spam, I freaking mean it. You can literally send me every prompt on a meme and I will not bat an eye. You can continue sending me memes even if you owe me things or I already owe you things - if the ask box is open and you want to send a thing, do it. As long as you've read "EXTREMELY IMPORTANT PSA" in the section above and are okay with me responding to things in random order or it taking me a while to get to everything, I generally encourage and even dare you to send whatever you feel like sending. To be honest if we’re just starting out I genuinely prefer receiving multiple memes. If you only send one and I don’t get a muse for it right away I’ll feel really bad and get angsty. 😭 So please do not hesitate to send lots and lots of memes!

Shipping Stuff:

The mun of this blog is shipping trash. I'm not only here for ships, but I'm not going to lie, I'm like... 75% here for ships. It's my RP experience and I make no apologies.

Ships are chemistry based and must be discussed beforehand. I will never force a ship or assume you're interested in one even if A ) our muses are together canonically or B ) I have our muses listed as a fave ship. Please don't assume or force a ship on me, either.

There's a "shipping info" section on each of my muse's bio pages in my card listing some of my favorite ships and any ship restrictions for them. I'm firm on my restrictions, but I'm open to exploring additional ships even if they're not listed in my favorites if you've got one you'd like to pitch!

As a general rule of thumb, my muses are portrayed as demisexual and demiromantic. I'm pretty openminded with my ships. I enjoy some toxic dynamics, I'm pretty lenient on age gaps as long as both muses are 18+... I'll add more to this as I think of them but yeah. If you're shy about pitching a ship, feel free to send in an anon ask to see how I'd feel about it.

NSFW memes are open exclusively to people I already ship with. Don't send me spicy stuff unless we've agreed to explore a ship beforehand.

This blog is multi-ship. I don't and will never do exclusives (please don't ask.) I'm more than open to writing the same ship with multiple people so if you see me RPing a ship you'd like to explore already, don't let that stop you from reaching out.

Other Misc. Notes:

Affiliates are people I talk with OOC a lot! I'm always open to more of these, so if we talk regularly and it's something you'd be interested in just be like: "👀 Affiliates?" and I will be like "Affiliates. -nod nod-" (Like, I think you'll know if we have this dynamic? I'm not subtle/shy.)

I LOVE AUs and playing in each other's verses. I love intertwined muses. If you like one of the threads or verses you see me writing with someone else and you think your muse would be interested in playing / adding to that dynamic, PLEASE DO IT I WOULD LOVE IT. I'm interested in exploring multi (2+) player verses/threads as well! I love canon-divergent "What If" scenarios and building entire AUs from the ground up as well as dabbling in each others' pre-existing verses.

[savingthrcw]

okay, I need to make a list because it's the easiest way for me to stay on top of things, since I keep getting distracted, and these things will get priority over all others (with long pauses when my body says it's time to rest):

-fixing Janey's bio and make links and pages (I thought her name was Jane! I thought Janey could only be a petname! No!) and if @hqlfbloods gives me some Cooper-Janey interactions I'll cry forever (and that goes for other rpers too, even if it needs some plotting to be fully OUCH as a reunion) << somehow I've already done this

-answer asks from hqlfbloods, IF ANYONE ELSE sent me one and I didn't answer, I didn't get it! Feel very free to send me more so I can get used to my new characters as well as re-used to the old ones!

-tried to determine which replies to my answers are going to be kept by my rp partners so I can put them in the thread tracker ?!! < adding them when I get a second reply

-plot with @misfits-of-zaun as soon as possible and check out new blogs to decide who to follow (I will read rules, bios because like I say in my rules I have a HARD time saying no so I need to know if they can work BEFORE I follow, I will check out your threads and blah blah) << I checked out the blogs

-starters for @protectxthem and @aamusedly and @brckensteel, IF ANYONE ELSE ASKED FOR A STARTER please let me know, I think I'm all caught up but I could have missed one! << done some of these too plus some extra starters

-send 'hey let's plot!' messages to new people, probably, if I don't lose my energies at random again << done this too

-maybe make a separate Fallout page for my oc Emma at @smiletimeisrunningout instead of keeping it in the sci-fi section? and answer to asks there too!

-drafts! on all blogs! and a bunch of icons for a commission and possibly study some math at some point today?

-reminder everyone that I'm basing my Fallout characters on the TVSHOW only because I only have vague memories of the games, as much as I liked them, and I certainly didn't complete enough question to know all NPCs, because I don't want you guys to get disappointed! I can't replay if I'm roleplaying here! For Lucy rpers, also, my Fallout OCs and AU characters for now are only Stella and Janey respectively.

if I'm missing something, hit me up!

Also I'm making Maximus icons on the side, if you want let me know if you think they are whiteashed or okay or too dark: