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seventhdoctor · 29 days ago

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OKAY SO @linkspooky GAVE ME YUBEL FOR THE YUGIOH ASK MEME AND TUMBLR ATE BOTH MY DRAFT ANSWER AND THE ORIGINAL ASK. Take my word for it that they chose violence and asked me about one of our mutual brainrot characters and now here's my boi [gender neutral].

Why I like them/why I don’t

Yubel is only my single favorite character in the entire Yugioh franchise. Y'know.

I'm saving everyone's dashes this time with a readmore.

Here's a list of some of my favorite tropes:

Partner relationships, of all kinds. Buddy cops, spirit buddies, two guys who share the same goal/path, whatever Isaac and Miria from Baccano count as, just two people Who Click. Bonus points if they're fucked up in complementary ways

Guardian/protector character types, as a subset of the above

Reincarnation, and exploration of different lives

Yubel originally just hit one of these points and they still hooked me. Then episode 155 hit and slapped me in the face with the other two points. This character...it was made for me!

Really, I've been interested in Yubel since episode 106 first aired and they were just an eye with implied connection to Judai's backstory. I didn't know WTF the eye was, just that it was super haunting him.

Then it came out that they were Judai's childhood spirit partner, but in a twisted way: they held affection for him that he obviously didn't return, and I was fascinated by that in a "this is unhealthy and fucked up but what if something about their connection was still undeniable." I have the dubious honor of being one of the first people to write Yubel fic back in 2007, before the season even finished. (It was essentially just writing out their known backstory at the time into a short narrative, but yeah I sure did that.)

I was resigned to living in the trash dumpster with my terrible taste in a guilty pleasure ship* when GX episode 155 aired and added a whole new dimension to Yubel. And, well - they were still fucked up, but now there was so much more material to work with. Also my messed-up ship being kinda validated by canon was not on my list of S3 finale expectations, but boy did I feel vindicated!

I drifted away from GX for multiple reasons in 2009 but slammed back into it in 2023 when, IDK, one day after the worst week of the worst two months of my entire life I started thinking about GX again and tripped down a rabbit hole thinking about my old ship again. And both being an adult and also needing a coping mechanism for a rock-bottom period, I dove straight into my old bullshit and embraced my love for this trashfire problematic dragon.

And there's so much to chew on where this dragon is concerned. Even as a kid I was like "past Judai and Yubel must have failed to defeat the Light of Destruction and died tragically in their past lives, which is why they reincarnated to the present and probably why Yubel was attacking people in present Judai's childhood." And in retrospect the Light of Destruction is probably a force you can't ever totally get rid of, but I stand by the rest of it.

Yubel's dialogue in their duel with Amon in episodes 149-150 just hints at things, but the way they talk about a world where you've achieved your goal but nobody is there to celebrate with you? Their very pointed rant about worlds and how being together with the one you love is better than the empty promises of a king? Canon doesn't give the details about what happened in their past lives, but there is ABSOLUTELY something there.

Not to mention what kind of person you have to be for the king to take you out, tell you an old tale about the light and darkness and an opportunity to give up your humanity to protect your friend...and for you to accept instantly, without thinking twice or even talking to said friend.

(When I started Need I intentionally gave Yubel a large family because it's one thing to take that kind of offer when you have nobody but your one person who would miss you - but it says so much more when you have an established life and people and you still give it all up without a thought.)

Anyway. Yubel was a messed-up guy before the Dragoning and boy are they messed up after! And that's before Judai accidentally gets them tortured into insanity!

And just...Yubel did a lot of wrong, on purpose, with and without the Light of Destruction influencing them. But with everything they went through you can also understand how they got to where they are and how they got to doing what they did. That doesn't make them any more right, but it does make them compelling to study. And boy are they fun to study.

* In the year 2k24 I realize I could have done a lot worse but I was a kid back in 2007. My idea of dark content was Phantom of the Opera. Give kid me a break.

What I like about their appearance

Yubel looks soooooo cool. The asymmetry of their design, and the alchemical symbolism of their body's male-female split? The eyes on their knees like knight's armor? Their thorn-armor-maybe-clothing, in conjunction with their plant theme? Love it all. Probably a nightmare to draw, admittedly.

But honestly, my favorite thing is how they're voiced. Giving them a man and and a woman's voice works really well for their design, and the way they flow between voices…

I love listening to Yubel dialogue like this. When I write Yubel in fic I imagine them switching voices a lot based on their whims, and I wish I could convey that more often without it sounding clunky.

Do I prefer their dub names or original name?

No major difference for Yubel the character.

Their cards, though, and specifically their evolved forms? Loving Defender is the only localized name I accept :V I know Das Abscheulich Ritter and Das Extremer Traurig Drachen are butchered German but they're still interesting.

Yubel -> Yubel the Abominable Knight -> Yubel the Extremely Sorrowful Dragon tells a story. I've written before about how I think GX hints Yubel and Judai's past lives didn't end happily and this is part of why! (On top of a lot of really interesting lines from their duel with Amon, which I go crazy thinking about.) But aside from that, it tells you about their character even at face value: Yubel is a knight, so they fight for a cause, but they're also a horrible creature currently trying to destroy the world and ruin the protag's life. Yubel has experienced tragedy, and whether they're sympathetic or not that's a defining part of them. They're a monster with history.

Yubel -> Yubel Terror Incarnate -> Yubel the Ultimate Nightmare just doesn't have the same richness to it. Oooo, Yubel is scary. It says nothing to me. Half the time I can't even remember which name applies to which stage.

And now with the new Yubel support, Yubel the Eternal Love Guardian/Loving Defender Forever is pretty good on both sides - but it still works better as a capstone to the tragedies of the Japanese names.

OTP

Judai/Yubel, obviously. :D Romantic or platonic. I've written both (some is unpublished/WIP) and enjoy reading both.

Just. Judai and Yubel, man. How about that Yu gi oh G X season 3. Neither of them is fully in the right, and neither is fully in the wrong. There's such a complex tangled history between them, complicated by things that were the fault of one party or the other and things that were neither's fault but made everything that much worse. Judai's choice to ensure they'll always be together, that they'll bear the pain and guilt and everything else with each other...it kills me. It really kills me.

And I think there's a lot to plumb with the reincarnation angle to this relationship: how much continuity do you think there is between the prince of the past and Judai Yuki in the present? What is the nature of the love Judai Yuki feels towards Yubel? What kind of love does Yubel feel for Judai, once they're healed of the Light? What does knowing about Yubel's sacrifice in a past life change? What does growing up and taking responsibility mean for each of them? With the history between them (in Judai's childhood and in the present) and their current status as a fusion, what relationship can they even have?

There's all kinds of different answers depending on your interpretation. I don't even subscribe to a single interpretation myself, and I think it's fun to poke at these questions from different angles. And that's what fanfic is for, baybee!

NOTP

I don't know what Yubel ships there are besides Judai/Yubel and Judai/Yubel/Johan. Which are both good. Yubel is A Fucker and brings that to any relationship, but then that kind of factors into the equation by default when considering ships anyway.

OT3

Judai/Yubel/Johan. As Jay puts it, it's Judai with his partners of the past and present - and there's a lot of room to explore with the Yubel/Johan dynamic.

That said, the fanfic that helped me get through the worst period of my life was Manjoume/Judai with sides of "and WTFever Judai and Yubel have going on" and "well dating Judai means I'm also kinda dating Yubel but oh my god why are they like this" so I'm pretty partial to that now too.

Favourite card they use

It's not the most iconic form of Yubel's, but the moment when Judai finally gets rid of Yubel on the field only for Yubel to dramatically announce "Das. Abscheulich. Ritter." and reveal they're a multi-stage boss monster from a dissipating cloud of smoke? A literal "You fool, this isn't even my final form"? Lives in my brain forever. Basically cheered when I got to the moment rewatching GX last year.

And see above re: the name telling a story, and how it implicitly adds to Yubel's characterization.

Favourite moment they were in

Yubel's monologue to Amon about "You never loved Echo, or rather you loved her just enough to be able to sacrifice her to Exodia for power."

This duel just tells you so much about Yubel, and invites further questions (what was that about kings, Yubel?). But the emphasis of the reciprocality of inflicting pain and the laughing-to-crying moment of "Judai hurt me, now I'm hurting him, surely this must be what love is" as Yubel downs another bottle of copium...mmm. Goddamn that's the good stuff.

Also Yubel dunks on Amon a bunch and I always support dunking on Amon.

Least favourite moment

IDK, maybe that bit in the desert arc where they fused two kids with monsters just to provide enemies of the week to stall with? It's interesting as a preview for Yubel's nature and the season finale, but also it felt like an otherwise whatever part of their whole plan.

#yugioh gx #yugioh series #ask memes #yubel #pics #screencaps #videos

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eyes-talks-ocs · 9 months ago

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Hey! Hey! Look at me! I did A THING!! Even made a banner and everything!

SO, I figured I should probably do one of these since I've been seeing them make their rounds.

Not so much a 'hello world! I'm new here!' but more a proper introduction for myself.

Hi, I'm Sam, 26, and I'm your local cryptid who is employed by the US government to plant trees. [Along with starting up a hay and forage business come this spring - ufff no rest for this wicked 😅]

I've been on Tumblr for well over a decade, and writing for even longer. A few years ago I stumbled into the writing side of Tumblr and I've loved my stay here so far. Seriously, this side of the Internet. I absolutely adore and I love you guys. BUT, I'm pushing myself this year and I'm going to try and quit lurking, and actually interact and try to make more friends. I need to quit being shy.

So, 90% of my original writing I'll be sharing is snippets of my long standing WIP "Social Throwaways". The other 10% is just random drabble with my DnD character and or things with my characters that were inspired by writing prompts and challenges. I also try to share others' writing and writing advice memes in general.

I lean into the adult side of fiction, and I love me a good messed up story with real world issues. I don't exactly know what genre[s] to call what I like to read and write. But the ones that explore the dark, heavy, traumatic, brutal, and people just being people. Flaws and all. My current WIP really dives heavily into trauma, poor coping skills, self destructive tendencies, power imbalances, self reflection/revelation, acceptance of what is, what was, and what will be, and just a whole lot of exploring the dark aspects of life no one wants to talk about or acknowledge happen. I donno, I really like a heavy story that is fictional enough to be unbelievable, but also makes one stop to think about stuff because it might hit just a little too close to home.

Also love a story that's whole vibe is 'hurt me so I can feel alive'

Also, also. Whump is my jam and guilty pleasure.

I guess I really don't know what else to say here, other than hi, I'd like to make more friends because I'm a socially awkward potato in real life. Please, stop by say hi, or leave a like/reblog and I'll go check out your blog!!

P.S. I do art too and I'm always down for an art trade and or commission work 😁

#writing #writing community #writblr #author introduction #eyes talks #blog introduction #original writing

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dolphs-world · 4 months ago

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Video Games as High Art

There's this guy I know from High School who is just so particular. So sure of himself, that every action he makes is the right one. A lot of people find him off-putting or hard to be friends with but I've always been drawn to strong personalities. Multiple times he has said this "In 20 years time everyone will be making jokes in the way that you do because your humour is 2 generations ahead". I would find this a compliment but one time we were discussing memes. I said that memes will never be high art, especially in their state now, because of how derivative they are and their use of copyrighted materials. He said "Well then I have some Dogelore comics to show you that would change your mind". Going through my posts, I have alluded to my thoughts of High Art. Seeing as I have had this blog for over a year now I think I should share it as I think about it every day. High Art is piece of work of great thematic depth and intellectual exploration that is exemplified by it's medium of choice. Historically, this has been limited to older mediums. Recently the discussion of video games as High Art has popped up as games are able to have richer stories. I don't think of video games as High Art. Video games are a tool, not an inherent artform. The interactivity and freedom of choice ironically limits the ways a story can be explored. Now this is not to say that games can not be high art, I have 3 examples. Donkey Kong Country: Going through the game you can see the ways industrialisation has affected the island with the enemies becoming more and more militaristic and technological based, much like the original Sonic, and at the end you fight a king, the purest representation of this idea. You fight him on a pirate ship. The next game is a mirror, fighting back the force that tried to colonise your homeland. Sadly, the third game does not continue with this rich theming. Metal Gear Solid 2: The MGS games have been lauded for their rich and deep story. I guess that's the but it's more so a fun spy plot with some of the greatest voice acting in a video game. The second game, however, is a rich deconstruction of men's relationship with power fantasies. But this deconstruction is one layer removed from the medium of video game as it's all subtext. New Vegas: I don't really need to discuss this one, there's a reason it's still being discussed today. Now I haven't played a lot of RPGs but the ones I have had no level of depth as New Vegas. But, I believe that RPGs would be the best genre for High Art as they are all about choices and story. The issue with video games is that since it's such a new medium a) we have yet to see what will stand the test of time thematically b) because it's still so new the standards for a good story are much less than something like film. That's a reason why video game movies aren't good, they're stretching a thin plot that's decent within it's context as not being the focus into a 2hr screenplay. Video games can be High Art, they should be, but it is not going to happen until the designers can accept the constraints of being a video game and using that to help them. The worse games are trying to be movies. Can you imagine if in a film there was narration to explain everyone's emotions, in order to feel like a book, forgetting it's a visual medium? That's what a cutscene is! Be proud of being a video game, respect your history. That is how video games will become High Art.

#high art #donkey kong #new vegas #metal gear solid

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tsururoach · 9 months ago

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Honestly I'd read your essay on P3 being a game about loving life because I've been holding the same essay in my head since playing the OG in like 2006 and I firmly believe it is the intended message of the game.

Persona 3 is a game about loving life, but god if I knew how to write coherently. Sorry if it's not perfect, I'm just writing off the top of my head for now.

[PERSONA 3 RELOAD FREELOADERS DNI!!!]

I could very well just talk about base game or p3r, but I feel like that'd be dishonest to my experience with persona 3.

One thing we'd have to talk about is the difference between the two protagonists. Hamuko Vs Minato is interesting because fundamentally to me they're the same people. They, at their core suffer the same kind of apathy... and the reaction is different. In all honesty this is pure speculation on my part especially since there is the dubious canonicalness of the alternative media forms but I believe the reason the difference is so big between Hamuko and Minato is because their gender forces their expression of self to be different. Like obviously there's Nihilism vs 's that meme about the two different versions of nihilism, but there's also this:

While Minato can act aloof and distant and live separate (and relatively unbothered) from other people, I've always interpreted Hamuko's more active/upbeat dialogue as... a sort of playing along? For a girl, especially a high school girl, it's probably easier to pretend to get along with everyone than act aloof and distanced since that is a common way to get singled out and bullied. While it would happen to guys as well, I think it's more typical and stronger with high school girls from my experience. Even removing my own experience it's also a common trope in media (ESPECIALLY ASIAN MEDIA) for girls who are unable to express themselves or refuse to get orchastrized. In fact, isn't this what happens to Saori?

Not only that, in the stageplay Kotone (Hamuko's stageplay name) is shown to also suffer that same indifference-- just how she shows it is different. For her, putting on that act is her way of passing under the radar- playing along with other people so they don't point her out as different and following how she's supposed to act. Her investment in others only goes surface level because that's what's best for her. (Yukari in the stage notes that she seemed to have no interest in her friends).

In contrast, Minato is like a wall. He doesn't play with how others want, but others aren't concerned with him at all. I mean you could easily make the case of him also standing out so much as well, but it doesn't matter too much. In any case both of them were unable to form full connections with others in their life before and both of them were somewhat helpless about how their life was playing out.

I think to the protagonist in most iteration where they were allowed their own self they were helpless because they didn't have a proper motivation aside from going on with motions.

This, of course they learn as they follow other people's lives. Finding out why others live.

"You all have reasons not to die, right? But I have nothing, so..."

The protagonist starts from 0.

But that changes. The more the protag goes through life, the more memories they make, the bonds they forge. It changes them. Gains something through the time they can spend with others.

The protag knows. Has known: They have something to live for- something to protect and stay with. They find their answer.

It's because they understand the beauty of life. Some, people finding their own goals and reasons to keep going. Others, finding acceptance of what's left.

I always interpreted the protagonist growing stronger after forging bond symbolic in that way. More powerful as their understanding of others deepen. As they find more and more reason to live, their ability to fight against death and the apathy that plagues them grows. Did SEES truly draw power from accepting death? Or is the instinctive will to keep living? The protagonist was alive, but they learn what it is to live. Through changing the world they inhibit, they learn what life is: Change.

Death is inevitable yes, but life does not end at death (Akinari told you as much)

Someone said the beauty of how difficult it is to 100% p3 without a guide is that it signifies the limit on life. I also think that the beauty is that I don't think anyone played p3 that first time with the thought of wasting time. Every moment, I think was spent meaningfully.

(I don't know if it's in the og since its been years, but I think P3R has more flavortext about the protaganist and their state of being as the game goes on. More reason to go on, their health increasing. Thinking about the future and such.)

IF THE PROTAGANIST DID NOT LOVE LIFE, THEY WOULD HAVE NEVER BEEN ABLE TO MAKE THE SEAL.

We'd also have to address Aegis and Ryoji and their relationships with the protagonist. Moreso Aegis than Ryoji though (if you're following the older iterations of p3. the movies are. well. the movies. the manga . well. you know how it is.)

For the both of them, they are something inhuman learning about what it means to be alive. For Aegis, she knows the actions that humans can take, but doesn't understand the emotions behind them and the reasons humans do them. For Ryoji, he's able to carry out the emotions, but has no knowledge of the proper actions to properly convey them. They're both approximating a human being but it's something else they lack more.

There's a reason I said Ryoji understands how to "carry out" his emotions. Both of them don't understand [human connection].

Well.

And isn't that the whole point of the social link system? Isn't that becoming more and more the thesis of the Persona games?

Here, Aigis mostly only is able to connect to SEES through what she was made for. Ryoji is connecting to the inverse, able to connect to their classmates separate from who he was meant to be.

I'm gonna separate discussing the two to make it easier though, so let's start with Ryoji, since Aigis will have lots more to go over.

I think it's not totally wrong if Ryoji... is kind of like Hamuko? Now hear me out.

I've never fully stood by the Male vs Female protags are siblings, and instead stood by the 'they are the same person' like in Persona Q2. I think at their very core, they are similar if not the same people and their expression of it contrast each other heavily.

I think Ryoji started off on something like that? Like he's his own person and he deviates from Minato and Hamuko quite a bit even from the start, but I do think having lived inside of them influenced his (core) of being. The time before the protagonists properly started making connections, they had Pharos.

Pharos was the first social link the protagonist establishes (if I'm not wrong) and I think the way Pharos acts initially, is the same understanding of the world the protagonist may have internally... just maybe with more understanding of the world but not the people in it.

Now there's heavy distinctions between the manga, the game, the stageplay, the movies, and spin offs considering about media and their ability to portray stories. You cannot tell the (exact) same story across media especially when it's initial point is a game. Forgive me if my memories of p3p and p3 are loose since I quite literally was Ken's age when I first played. (Trust me I feel insane realizing that now too).

But as time goes on you're expected to interact with others and form connections to them as Pharos himself also becomes closer to you (but also separating, becoming his own being in the process). Maybe it's because of that he's able to.

Once Ryoji is able to be, he tries starting conversations with everyone and anyone... he just doesn't fully understand why or what makes a real connection. He asks this of the protagonist, what connections are and what they mean. He doesn't get it because he's trying to mimic it without understanding it fully I think.

But he's able to form a real relationship with the protagonist. Friendship or romance, there is an understanding there. Ryoji's not aware of it and the protagonist likely isn't either, but I feel like the reason that their connection works (in a way Ryoji can understand) is because I guess in a weird way, he's not forcing it? I can't think of the right word here, and hell I can be wrong. But I do think there is some significance in Ryoji trying to befriend several people, but only mostly hanging with Junpei and the protag.

I think a little bit in this way, he's like Hamuko? Of course, I don't think it's intentional, but shrugs. I do think initially he struggles to form actual meaningful connections.

Anyways did you know apparently the song that Ryoji plays in Reload is a graduation song. Did you know that. A song about hope and existing freely. Anyways. Anyways.

Anyways, killing Ryoji being a bad ending... I don't think it's just because it's yknow, against the plot of the game or whatever. I think it's because it's forsaking a bond that the protagonist forged, it's forsaking a life that the protag had connected to. It goes against their powers I think. Their reason to live... Not just the fact they'd be forgetting everything (A majority of SEES' reason) but also appreciating the beauty of life? I guess. I'm not the most eloquent.

I think also there's something symbolic in the protag loving the call of death, yes. But there's also the embodiment of what should be calling death, being told by someone who is so intimately familiar with death and grief that life matters. Even death's own 'life', he didn't kille the aspect of 'life' in death.

(Also I couldn't figure out where to fit Ryoji's fight from the manga and the tarot's meaning being told out to the protag as the fight goes on)

Now on one hand I can reference Aegis: The First Mission, for Aegis having already capacity for emotions and just losing it, but that was never the whole thing.

Aigis Atlus Autism Blast.

Anyways. Aigis... I think her capacity of feeling emotions being inhibited by her inability to break away from her "reason." Because her reason was still... being formulated I think? Like she kind of blocked off her capacity in order to follow this reason she was told to keep and not fully understand?

I think Aigis always had emotions it's just that it's always been held back, time and time again. I think she unintentionally forces her emotions down because she's prioritizing this [reason], before her emotions become part of her reason. I think for Aigis it genuinely about the small things. SEES can't help but consider Aigis human, even if her appearance is obviously not. Aigis can't help but have her humanity leak out of her, and its through her that SEES feels more cohesive. Like you may say that she broke out of those restrictions on her because of the protag, I think it's because each and every one of SEES is her friend. Yes shes weird, and acts out, but they cared for her.

Even way early on, Aigis had the capacity to be human even if bonds and such imply otherwise-- And I truly believe it's no other reason than Aigis herself. I think it's her lack of understanding of self, a little bit too? Like, I think she knows that the protag is part of her reason, and she genuinely doesn't know why. But it never delves into anything more personal than that until she learns the full truth. As Ryoji sheds his humanity, Aigis gains hers.

Like... Aigis is so compelling because she's so genuine about her emotions? Like simple enjoyment of being, her bluntness. She also is starting from a relative 0 like the protag does, but she's starting from not understanding the actions one takes to form a connection? Like you can very much argue that Aigis didn't, since she replies robotically, but I feel like its more so bc she didn't have that kind of care yet, personally.

GOD I'm making my case so poorly here, but her learning about life and learning about loving life to only lose the person who gave her purpose for so long. The person she loves, the person who loves her back. Losing the person who gave her that push to find her own humanity. Aigis drives me so crazy.

Like, Aigis doesn't just learn about happiness, she's forced to feel grief, forced to confront it and how to cope with it. She's forced to understand death... but she's also taught that death means you have to appreciate the time spent as well.

I think the fact she exists distinct from her purpose and the protag is her miracle of life. She finds her own answer. No one can give someone else their answer, but they can help find it. SEES fights with her, helps guide her to her answer. Like all the SL finding their goals and conclusions in their general life, Aigis is helped by the entirety of SEES.

LIKE. I'm trying to stick to main-game's storyline, but the answer. god. The Answer. Aigis is so painfully human, and the fact her body doesn't match is painful. Her failures isn't what makes her human, her refusal to lose purpose and keep fighting does.

She fights against death, and she fights the body that refuses her humanity.

If Persona 3 was a game about death, they wouldn't have filled it with so much determination to live.

ok i realize i spent too much time on this so sayonara. maybe another time.

#Persona 3 spoilers #persona 3 #not my art #roach rambles #Im sure i could write more and something more organized but I kind of just want to draw

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ru5t · 8 months ago

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knowing your partner can potentially make writing together a lot easier !

– BASICS.

♡ NAME: Hannah

♡ PRONOUNS: she/her

♡ AGE: 25+

♡ TIME ZONE: CST (GMT -5)

–THREE FACTS.

♡ I moderate a(n overw.atch) twitch channel/community! It's good fun and very dear to me but also sooooo so frustrating, sometimes.

♡ When I was little I was convinced I was going to grow up to become a veterinarian. I do not think the level of schooling or the uhhhhh amount of strong stomach it takes is actually for me.

♡ I strongly suspect I have an anxiety disorder and ADHD(? or a similar symptom set) but have no official diagnoses. At any rate, executive dysfunction you bitch.

–EXPERIENCE.

♡ HOW LONG (MONTHS / YEARS?): I have been on tumblr since 2011 but I've been storytelling/rping basically since like. ... You know how most kids act out their imaginative play? I did a looooooooottttt of "explaining" (/narrating, whatever you want to call it) and very little physical playing-things-out. Yes, I know what that is a common early indicator of. I'm unpacking that one shhhhh.

♡ PLATFORMS YOU’VE USED: uhhhh paper (as in i'd pass a notebook back and forth with school friends), IMVU, dA, various dms, twitter, forums, tumblr, a chatroom i forgot the name of we'd use for tumblr 'events', discord, wire

♡ BEST EXPERIENCE: Actually just the experience of rp in general. I have learned a lot through writing and the people who gave me grace in the process of it.

–MUSE PREFERENCES.

♡ MASCULINE OR FEMININE: I don't think I have a preference, per se? But I do seem to gravitate toward guy canons, whereas my OC roster tends to be waaaay more fluid and diverse, but I don't think there's any particular reason for this? Just the pattern of characters who appeal to me tend to be dudes in popular media, I guess? I did almost write Liz from Hellb.oy and Nomi from Sens.e8, in addition to the other canon ladies I have on the multi+Kiri's blog.

♡ FLUFF, ANGST OR SMUT: I actually kind of like. what I will call exploring? You put two characters in a box. Sometimes you shake it, or put a blanket in there, but mostly you just.... see what happens. Also tho I'm the fluff queen ♥ Good angst/whump has to come from somewhere and go somewhere else, I don't like to force it or just throw it around without reason or consequence, if that makes sense? And I like smut in theory but I don't have a lot of practice and my comfort level is a verrry narrow ledge I'm working on building up better, because genuinely it seems fun and interesting.

♡ PLOTS OR MEMES: I enjoy a little bit of bg plotting but also sometimes just really want to completely wing it and feel out the chemistry before committing to anything. Once we have a ground floor I like to build (and spiral)!!! I struggle with doing a bunch of memes when there's no floor to stand on, it starts to get really challenging in an un-fun way, and I feel like it's repetitive and uninteresting to write and to read. If a dynamic never has footing it can never evolve, y'know? Gotta give me something, something has to stick at some point.

♡ LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: No preference! Even when I start out 'short' I find I often end up unspooling into longer stuff but it doesn't have to I'm just wordy. I don't care if I consistently get shorter stuff back, as long as it suits the like. Yes, and. of it all. As long as there's something to work forward from I'm chillin!

♡ BEST TIME TO WRITE: I don't have a conscious preference but I do seem to have more success in early morning hours. No idea what that's about.

♡ ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S): Sometimes. A lot of them get teeny tiny bits and pieces of my views or opinions. I have never felt more Seen by a show than when Luke Pat.terson ghost-apparitioned into my life, even if his One Thing is not my One Thing, but we don't have to unpack that. Me 'n Henry have some childhood traumas in common (except he lives in a fairytale where he gets a thing I don't get) but I don't know that he's particularly like me. Maddy did super duper on a technicality start out as a form of self insert, but it's complicated because also super duper on a technicality so did her mom (who actually existed first! which is rare. Normally I build center-out but this time it was a generation back and Tech just sort of happened, which was crazy and fun), and they both really migrated away from that sooo quickly that it's weird to me to think that was ever even technically true. In the long run Maddy got more of 'me' than Mayhem ever did but it has always been in a hyperbolic and/or metaphorical way. She's definitely grown with me, which has been an Experience and a half. All of them, by virtue of being written by me, are subject to my sense of humor in the narrative parts of the writing, whether they would think it's funny or not.

#c:\\work>dir h:\ ooc* //.hnh .lve:bite/

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laxmovrevx · 1 year ago

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𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐍

NAME : Rose / Versace

PRONOUNS : She/they

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION : I tend to be the most responsive on discord since I'm hardly here, but I don't tend to give that out till I really trust you OURGEOGUREH. Idk I'll probably say hi if we wind up on a server together.

MOST ACTIVE MUSE : This and Jack probably, but I say that loosely considering I'm not on Tumblr all too much BYE. But over the years as well? Specs.

EXPERIENCE / HOW MANY YEARS : I Oh boy quite a while.. I think we just hit around the 5 month mark for my time in the Tumblr rp community! In terms of roleplay in general it's more like 10 years.

BEST EXPERIENCE : Overall just meeting the Tumblr besties @jardinae and @serpentsexile. Ily both, and you guys really did change my life for the better. I loved all the discord events. All the stupid dash commentary. The unhinged stuff that happens in and out of the servers. Though, I do severely apologise that it meant dealing with the likes of Specs, emo and the other blonde bitch. I wake up every morning eagerly waiting to know what we get up to next and what stupid shit we'll do. Love you guys <3.

RP PET PEEVE : I have a few different ones but my main 2 are probably having your entire character revolve around shipping and also having a stupidly powerful character and then just. Not elaborating at all. I've been in groups where the entire theme is MURDER and HORROR and yet they spend the whole time making out and ignoring any plot hooks. I've also seen characters who can apparently take on gods or have ridiculous powers but that whole backstory is ignored, never used or has no depth to it. Like if they're an all powerful god, what does their role involve? What are their worshippers like? What's their influence in the world? There's no point having an OP character if all you use them for is to flirt around or just have an excuse to counter everything against them so they never show weakness.

PLOTS OR MEMES : I Memes are easier for me to answer quickly, but I'm a huge sucker for plots. Even if we never get around to writing them properly, I love throwing around ideas or blabbing on about stupid scenarios or AUs or relationships AAA. Sometimes I'll spend more time talking about a reply than I will actually replying BYE

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES : Long replies! Short are fine for memes but I feel like they can go nowhere at times. I like adding detail since it's more fun for me and I feel like it just makes things flow on a lot nicer.

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSES : Oh To a small extent. I have a few similair interests to Specs and Jack, but personality wise they're different. Especially Specs. Extroverts lowkey scare me so the only time I come off that fucking crazy is online OIUHEUH. Hee's someone I'd like to be friends with though. Opposites attract kind of situation.

For the most part, a lot of my ocs kind of spring from personal experiences though. Jack was a way to kind of process my own situation. At times Specs is a bit of a vent character, but also just kind of a comfort character to help me through it. Alistair is a stand in for people I despise and sort of acts like a punching bag (though I haven't written him in ages for personal reasons lol) and characters like Lust, Dorian and William are kind of based around me as a person. All in all, I love most of my muses and oc (through they are on thin ice lol). If they were real I'd like to get to meet some of them one day.

Tagged by: Tagged by the bestie @serpentsexile

Tagging: steal

#➺ •║ 𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 ║ • ooc #lol #I can do a whole in depth ramble about that last question

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soulsxng · 2 years ago

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∞ for mafia Luvi and Genya?

@desiderium-eden | ∞ meme | No longer accepting!

If I Think They Are: Ugly || Plain || Alright || Cute || Freaking Adorable || Pretty || Beautiful || Hot || Stunning

"...He looks good? I'm not entirely sure what else to say about it. A lot of people think he's handsome. I don't know if I have a type of look that I usually go for or not, but I don't really go for guys like him very much." Luvi, honey, you don't go for anyone that much, you wait for them to come to you--

If I Would Go On A Date With Them: Not even if we were the last two one earth || No || Maybe || Eh….Sure || Yes || WILL YOU MARRY ME

"Since we've been spending more time in Spain, I've been able to go more places with him. It's been fun, so far, and I'd like to go more places together. But...a date? I guess...if he wanted to, I would be willing to try? I don't know if I'd be too good with that kind of thing though..."

If I Trust Them: Not At All || Not Really || Kind of || Yes || With My Life

"Genya watches out for the people that he cares for, and the people that he's close with seem to trust him very much." Aside from that though...Genya could also be a very cunning person. Someone that could easily lie and deceive those that weren't those he cared about...and Luvi admittedly wasn't sure if he was someone that Genya cared that much for, or not. He wanted to trust Genya, but a voice in the back of his head warned him that blindly trusting others had gotten him into a lot of trouble in the past, as well...

If I Care About Them: Not At All || Not Really || Kind of || Yes || Deeply

"He's been nice to me ever since we met...even if things were a little weird at that point. At first, he was just a friend to Mel, so we were friends-in-law?" He laughs sheepishly. "Orin says that, sometimes. But, I've grown to like being around Genya, and I do care about him."

If I Would Sleep With Them: Not Enough Alcohol in the World || No || Maybe if I were wasted || Maybe || Eh…Sure || Yes || TAKE YOUR CLOTHES OFF NOW!

"I don't think that would happen, though. Or, I would be really surprised, if it did. We've never done or said anything that would suggest otherwise..."

My Comfort Level With Your Muse: Keep a Distance || Okay You Can Stand There, But Don’t Touch Me || Let’s Get Coffee and Talk || Let’s Cuddle || I Can Change In Front of You || Let’s Take a Bath Together

"I don't really care much if people are close to me or not. I haven't really had much of a personal bubble in a long time, but...huh...I guess I don't know Genya enough to say what I would and wouldn't be comfortable with, for sure. It would probably be a little all over the place, right now..."

If I See You As: A Stranger || An Acquaintance || A Friend || A Close Friend || My Best Friend || A Crush || The Love of My Life

"But I do wonder sometimes how much of it is just that we've been spending a lot more time around each other, here. When we go back home, it might change...but I hope not. I'd like to be able to keep getting to know him, and if I wasn't able to see him as much, I would miss him..."

#desiderium eden #[Eluvias -commentary-]#(Luvi is apparently the king of conflicting emotions I'm learning adslkfn #but he's at least sure that Genya is his friend! And he wants things to stay that way!)

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jdopes-recorder · 10 months ago

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okay you sappy ass hoes

You made me tear up fuck you

@njmweb

Im kinda shit at this but I'll try. You're one of the closest friends I've had and i can't begin to tell you how much the friends I found in the three mean to me. I never thought I'd actually find people I can be myself with and not worry about being embarrassed. You guys are just as bad. I love how supportive you are and you're just always there to talk to and talk with. With the stuff only you know was happening...you've helped me last year more than you know. It felt so good to have someone actually care and be open with me. I loved when we played roblox just to beat little kids up the entire summer and you bashed on my ice cream and bourn vita (fuck you). Every single thing you've given me (except the flower I'm so sorry it died and i didn't have a book to put it in :D), every random drawing, I have them all and im definitely gonna treasure it my whole life. You are such a copycat sometimes smh (stop listening to the same random artists it's so weird when that happens yeesh). I learned so much stupid shit from you and i love your cat memes and jellyfish. I've picked up little mannerisms of yours since I've been stuck with you for two years, and i randomly realise how I never used to do something that I do now before I met you. Thank you for being you.

@kiew-ie

wait what when'd you get a new profile 😭😭

You fkn cutie. You've been next to me (almost) everyday the last year and it's always so weird when you're absent i just sit there like 🧍‍♀️I love listening to you talk about mlp Or some other cute shit I don't know anything about. I love how we both sound like we've had helium when we're excited. When we doodle in our books and talk about any topic when we're supposed to be studying? We're stupid but i love it. I srsly love your hair and I've told you that before but idk I don't think you believed me, but I get that. Thank you for always letting me sag on your shoulder when I feel too lazy (most of the time tbh). You're so fun to be around and I've loved every minute. I love listening to you rant and even though I never know what to say, I'm always so touched that you trust me enough to tell me shit. I love you and your obsession with pink stuff <3

k well we don't have ells acc cuz she's stubborn af, but I just wanted to tell you guys that even though I never say anything or act like it, you all mean more to me than you know. I never would have ever imagined what would have happened with me just asking dhri what music she listened to. If nana didn't overhear us talking about that, if ells didn't come with leo. It crazy to me how life works. You guys gave me that happiness and peace I had been craving for years. You know how my last friend group was and how toxic it was. I never had true friends and didn't have to be on guard. I can let go of all of that with you guys, because I know you don't care and even do the same (idiots). I don't wanna lose what we have and it scares the shit out of me that we aren't gonna be together and we're gonna leave everything we've known in less than 2 months. I finally got real happiness and I don't wanna lose that again. But you know, like how I never would have seen this coming, I have no idea what will be coming for all of us. This shit is crazy. I never would have imagined you guys would be my best friends. Even though I know we'll all have our own lives and get other friends too, I know I'll never forget you guys. When I look back to mt childhood, you guys will always stand out. Thank you for everything. I guess I'm better at writing about the things I think about instead of telling it to your faces.

Don't being this up tmr, I will self combust.

being madly in love with someone platonically is so ridiculous. hey man i think about you all the time. i wish you were here right now. talking to you makes me indescribably happy. i miss you. honestly what the hell

#Surprise bitch I wrote something not a joke #ily guys #But also fuck you #~🤍

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lotsofplanetshaveadeathstar · 1 month ago

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Changes...

It's been a minute, and, in a bit of a plot twist, I'm not here bc it's been a Rough Day™ (I haven't had one of those in a bit, knocking on all the wood that I didn't just jinx that). Instead, I'm here to muse about *changes*, but not in the normal sense, I guess?

So I do A LOT of things by myself. Straight facts, no bias. There's really no other option when you're single and most of your friends are living elsewhere and/or in relationships and/or also do shift work that makes their schedules weird and somewhat unpredictable and may also be somewhat age incompatible for hanging out. That's not the issue here. I actually encourage everyone to do things on their own bc it's such a great way for you to learn about yourself and grow and be comfortable with yourself. I can remember the first time I went out to eat by myself (bc the place didn't have online ordering or to-go options), and it was weird for a little bit, but it went away pretty fast and I got real comfortable doing a lot more things on my own - movies, theme parks, etc. There are so many benefits to doing these things on your own, although you could argue that they could mostly be boiled down to various flavors of freedom, but still. I'm usually okay with this situation bc I enjoy the freedom to make whatever choices I want and do things exactly how I want to do them.

The other night, I was doing a solo night at HHN with the goal of hitting each house twice (I ALMOST made it too, but there were more people than normal bc of Hurricane Milton and I decided to eat at the Leaky Cauldron instead of from a food booth, so I missed it by one run, but it was Insidious, so I'm not that upset), a plan which really only works if you're by yourself bc that's a looooong night (I did over 10 miles) and a metric buttload of standing in lines (I got through so many episodes of my podcast, it was great), and I also don't really do things like bathroom breaks, so... All this to say that this particular event is something that works for how I usually do things by myself (when we go in a week with my sister for her one trip, this is absolutely not how I will be approaching the night, just for clarity), and I definitely got some sense of satisfaction for keeping going until the end of the night and basically hitting my goal (again, Insidious and I are not besties).

However...

I was in line for... I wanna say Triplets of Terror? I'd gotten my one allowed drink of the night (Soured Sunshine, an absolute gem of a bourbon drink that I wanna try making with orange liqueur instead of orange Fanta), which I usually try to get before getting in line for Insidious bc that house is so much more manageable with a slight buzz than straight sober, but I had deviated from my projected lineup earlier in the night when Insidious was posted lower than the three other houses I hadn't done yet and I knew I should jump on it then which left me literally no time to go all the way across the park to get my drink and come back.

So I'm standing in this line by myself, sipping my drink, and idk what it was exactly but the drink hit differently than the other times I've had it, and I started getting Emotional™.

I have friends who are coming down for a visit this weekend into early next week with their baby for their first trip down here since before the baby was born, and we're planning to meet up at some point during their stay. I really cherish these guys, and I'm genuinely excited to see them and meet their baby, like I want to try to get a haircut before they get here (I would've had one already if not for Milton messing everything up) and I want to make sure I'm dressed well bc of that one meme of the guy who dressed in a suit to meet his baby niece in the hospital bc "first impressions matter", and all of a sudden, I'm tearing up in line, and I'm thinking "if anybody notices me rn they're gonna think I'm scared of going in this house by myself", which is both untrue and also would never happen bc everyone around me was part of a group.

Immediately after this, I get hit with this massive wave of feelings that boil down to "I want to be with someone", in every way that statement can be interpreted.

All around me are groups of people playing the Official Pastime of HHN Lines, Heads Up, they're talking, laughing, standing around on their phones but still obviously in a group. This part doesn't needle me as much, as I've done HHN several times this year and in the past with other people, and it's got its ups and downs for sure. But the group in front of me was made up of three couples, and it was like a switch flipped between my brain and my heart and all of a sudden, I was filled with a deep well of longing for something I've yet to have - a person.

At that moment, all I wanted was someone to be there with me, to hold my hand, to lean on, to talk to about absolutely nothing, to kiss me.

I've had what could be termed as a long-ass dry spell, and I'll be very honest that it's 95% self-inflicted. I very rarely find myself wanting to kiss someone else, and if I do, it's more a passing thought that sort of wafts into my head and dissipates nearly as quickly. But then, in that line...

I should add that the last time I had these kinds of urges, it was after several tequila lemons at my friends' wedding (I'm not to be trusted in New York with substances of any kind around guys who show the slightest interest in me...). So maybe it was connected to the fact that I'd been texting with my friend before all this went down. But still, I was standing in line and thinking that if a guy, for whatever insane reason, decided to talk to me and made any kind of hint, that I'd be echoing Chappell Roan (in a PG-13 max kind of way).

Obviously, and probably thankfully, this did not happen. A man did talk to me in a line later, but it was several hours after these feelings had left and he felt a little too old for anything but a short chat on if I had done Major Sweets before (yes), if it was scary (no), and what the best houses were (I panicked and said either Major Sweets or Slaughter Sinema 2, but for me it's honestly anything that's not Insidious, AQP, or Monsters (sry bby, you're just not that great this year)).

I've had times before where I want to be with someone, but they're usually fairly short-lived. I'm not in a place where I feel like I can start any kind of meaningful romantic relationship, and I'll admit that most of the reasons are me-problems - I'm not where I thought I'd be, I still work an hourly job at a theme park, I'm an older second-degree seeking student, I live at home still (mostly no ragrets on that one though, no rent is so sweet). But having entered a new decade of age this year, I think my usual attitude and thought processes are entering a new era of their own. I know that I'm not old, but I'm not super young anymore either. Time is moving forward, and things won't stay put just because I may not feel or think I'm ready for them yet.

While under that tipsy feeling, I decided to text my friend and tell her basically exactly what was happening (the bare bones of it, that I was so excited to see them and meet the baby that it was making me almost cry, not the other stuff), and I don't regret that for a second, because her response was heartwarming and it's giving me a lot to look forward to later this week.

I'm hoping that sometime soon I'll be standing in a line for a house with someone who wants to be there with me as much as I want to be there with them, and that maybe they'll hold my hand (if it's not too hot and humid) in line and walk behind me through the house and maybe hold my shoulders until we're out the other side and talk and laugh and whatever else may happen. It's very much not likely to happen, but the power of dreams isn't just that they give you something to hope for, it's that they have the staying power to keep you hoping, and hopefully moving, to make them real.

And if it takes more than a couple years for this to happen, that's okay. If it doesn't happen, for any and whatever reason, that's okay too. Even if it's hard to understand emotionally sometimes, I really do know that we're all on our own paths and mine is taking me where I need to go. It's just taking the scenic, very curvy and non-direct way possible, but that just gives me more time to enjoy the view.

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olderthannetfic · 1 year ago

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I've seen a couple of anons ask about RCDart, and since it's now internet history, let me put my hyperfixation to use. Sorry for the long post.

BTW, you guys can still check their blogs using Wayback Machine if you want to get an opinion about the whole thing just by looking at what RCDart themselves used to post, rather than being stuck with the memes. One is rcdart, and their NSFW one was rtitties.

Anyways, they used to be really famous and beloved on Tumblr, especially in the Marvel fandom. Their art was quite good, very late 2010s style, but that's what was considered cool on this hellhole back then.

Then, all throughout 2016, their style worsened significantly, but there was no critique that stuck because Rory (RCDart's name) would just get pissed and use the fact that they were going to Cal Arts to call others stupid for not liking it. All their drawings became very stereotyped, and not in a good way either.

The main critiques they were receiving regarded how they depicted Mexican women and trans men:

Rory depicted Maria from The Book Of Life as a woman with a lot of thick body hair, as well as having a mustache. People complained that it was a representation of bad stereotypes regarding Mexican women, but Rory didn't listen and said that they were adopted from Mexico, so they could do whatever they wanted.

Their most infamous character was trans!Steve Rogers, which a lot of trans men complained about, both in call out posts and to Rory personally. The issue was that Rory would draw Steve with very big breasts and a super tiny waist, put him in feminine clothes and lingerie, and would write posts about how they wanted him to have the biggest breast size that exists, called him stuff like bimbo, slut, etc, talk about how he didn't mind saying he had a pussy. Trans guys came forward and told them that their obsession for Steve's genitalia was borderline fetishistic and causing them to experience dysphoria. Rory's responses to this were always non-apologies.

If I remember correctly, there were also people bringing up the fact that they would draw Sam Wilson as a minstrel show character, but I don't think this was brought up until much later.

After this, it's a bit difficult to say what happened. They posted one last time in December 2016, and that was about it. I initially thought that what drove Rory out of Tumblr were the callout posts, but they all seem to have been written way before December. My best guess is that people began meme-ing that drawing of Steve and Tony holding hands, and Rory didn't want to deal with it.

They still used Twitter, it's where they posted the infamous Jim Crow drawing of Star Wars Finn and the equally infamous drawing of Kylo Ren, and there people didn't really stand for that drawing of Finn. Rory posted an apology, but people were aware of how they'd do things (apologize publicly and resume doing what they were sorry for as soon as things quieted down) and didn't take it seriously, so their Twitter was gone in a couple of months too (this was early 2018, so they probably deleted everything at once).

This is pretty much it. If you're still on the fence about the "is it transphobic, is not not" question, I advise you use Wayback Machine to see for yourself and make your own opinion.

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casspurrjoybell-27 · 1 year ago

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Claimed by the Beast - Chapter 5a

*Warning Adult Content*

Come Over - Part 1

- Everett -

Everett has only left the house once in the past week and that was to go grocery shopping with his parents.

Things have been pretty quiet ever since The Incident that happened at Club Inferno.

Almost too quiet.

Though that hasn't stopped Everett from annoying Knox to no end.

He's texted the grumpy biker every single day since being back home, half of his messages being chaotic memes and the other half telling Knox what was going on around the neighborhood, which wasn't much.

"You're no fun at all," Everett mutters to himself after receiving another lame reply from Knox.

The guy isn't very talkative, his responses mainly being one to two word replies.

"Dickhead probably doesn't even appreciate the daily updates I've been sending him. I should stop wasting my time."

"On what?" Gary, Everett's father, asks after entering the living room.

He sinks into his favorite chair and begins flicking through the channels on TV, eventually stopping on a soap opera.

"You're not having boy troubles again, are you?"

"Something like that," Everett mumbles.

He slips his cell phone into his pocket and then stretches out on the couch, staring out the living room window while wondering what he'd be doing right now if his life hadn't imploded a week ago.

"Hey, dad. Can I ask you something personal?" Gary chuckles.

"Depends. How personal are we getting?"

"It's about death," Everett clarifies.

"Are you afraid to die?"

"Oh, uh..."

Gary takes his time while thinking about his answer.

The question doesn't come as a shock because Everett has always been a little eccentric.

"No, I'm not afraid to die. I've done all I wanted to do on this earth, and the thought of being reunited with your mother... well, I'm looking forward to seeing her again."

"Yeah, I miss her, too."

"Do you think she'd hate me for entertaining Sarah?"

Everett shakes his head, smiling.

"She wouldn't have wanted you to be alone and miserable down here. I know I definitely didn't want that for you."

"I couldn't tell back then," Gary laughs.

He's a short, chubby man with popping joints and a kind heart.

The type to give you the clothes off his back if asked nicely.

The only thing Everett received from his father was his chocolate eyes.

Gary often jokes that Everett's height and good looks come solely from Maxine, his biological mother.

When she passed away, she didn't go alone.

She took pieces of them with her, too.

"I'm sorry I was an asshole and gave you such a hard time at the beginning about dating again," Everett says. "Sarah's honestly a cool chick. I really like her."

"She likes you too and so does little Emily."

Gary smiles.

He lowers the volume on the television when his show goes to a commercial break.

"What's got you thinking about death, son? Is there something going on that I need to know about? You know you can tell me anything."

Everett sits upright and sighs, his eyes lingering on the copper flooring.

"There's so much senseless violence happening all over the world. It makes me wonder when my luck will run out and who's victim I'll become..."

"Everett, what is..."

The sound of the doorbell going off disrupts the conversation.

Gary tries to keep it going but Everett brushes him off to answer the door.

For a split second, the image of a tall and brooding man with enthralling grey eyes pops into Everett's head.

It's replaced in a flash after he opens the door to see Alissa and Michael standing on the other side, both of them looking upset.

"What are you guys doing here?" Everett asks, nervously shifting on his feet.

"I told you we could hang out next weekend, remember? Right now I'm busy with..."

"Keeping us in the dark?" Alissa interrupts.

Everett blinks, playing confused.

"I caught a biker circling my block today. I don't know how long he's been doing it but today I caught him in the act. When I stopped him and threatened that I would call the cops unless he left for good, he told me he was looking after me because you had requested it." Everett swallows hard.

"I, um..."

"Same guy has been lurking around my place as well," Michael adds.

"What's going on, Everett? Does this have something to do with Shaun? And why have you been ignoring us in the group chat? You've been acting weird ever since the shooting, man."

"Which is completely understandable considering Shaun meant something to you."

Alissa places a hand on Everett's arm and squeezes gently.

"Whatever is going on, whatever it is you're going through right now, you don't have to do it alone. We're your best friends, Everett. Ride or fucking die. So, what's up?"

"Everything."

Everett rubs at his throbbing temples, feeling a migraine coming on.

"Let's talk about this in my room. I don't want my dad to hear anything."

Michael holds a hand out in front of them.

"Lead the way."

Everett feels heavier with each step that he takes.

His thoughts are spiraling and his chest is tight with anxiety.

He's been avoiding meeting with his friends in person for a good reason.

Telling them the truth about what happened to him after he fled Club Inferno will only drag them further into the hot mess he's in.

Then again, they might be safer knowing what it is they're up against rather than not. Hopefully, with Knox's help, he will.

"Alissa, that biker wasn't lying. He's watching after you two because I asked for it," Everett starts.

He settles at the head of his bed while Alissa and Michael sit at the foot.

"I can't say too much but before Shaun was shot and killed, he got into a fight with a member of a rival gang. That's what started everything... and I was right there to witness it all."

"Shit, man. That's intense," Michael says. "I'm sorry you had to see that."

"Why didn't you tell us this before, Everett?" Alissa asks, her expression pained.

"We could've been by your side. You didn't have to process that trauma alone."

"That's the thing. I wasn't alone," Everett whispers, his mind drifting back to Knox.

"Shaun's rival is The Fallen Angels, and they're who took me in afterward. At first, they wanted to know if I had any dirt on Shaun and his MC. When I convinced them I didn't, they let me stay the night at their clubhouse. Long story short, they offered me protection against Shaun's crew, The Jackals, until their beef ends."

"Why, though?" Alissa asks.

"What reason would Shaun's people have to come after you? I can't think of one. I mean, it's not like you set him up to get killed that night. Sounds to me like that fight is to blame, plus whoever shot him, not you."

"That's true," Michael says.

"But Everett just said he was right there to witness the fight and the shooting. I don't know shit about MCs but I bet The Jackals will want to hear the story from Everett's point of view. Problem is that they can't because he's currently being guarded by their enemy, which isn't a good look at all."

"I know. This is why I don't want to be seen hanging out with you guys in public, because then The Jackals might try to come after you to get to me," Everett explains.

"If I could go back in time, I never would've given Shaun my number. God rest his soul, wherever the fuck is but I wish we had never met."

Alissa shakes her head in disbelief, her brown skin looking paler.

"This is crazy. I can't believe we're in the middle of a gang war between two rivaling MCs. What fucking Wattpad novel did we trip and fall into? Because I want out."

"Let's try to stay positive."

Michael pats at her leg, but Everett doesn't miss the panicked look in his eyes.

"Everett's new friends are going to protect us."

"Are these the same friends responsible for putting Shaun six feet under?" Alissa questions, staring at Everett.

"You saw the shooter, right?"

Everett huffs, frustrated that he can't reveal everything.

"Yes but I can't say who..."

"You don't have to give a name. I know it's one of The Fallen Angels," Alissa interrupts.

"They're offering protection in exchange for you keeping your mouth shut, aren't they? Why else would they willingly put their lives on the line to look after three nobodies? Fuck, dude. I don't like this at all. We should go to the police instead..."

"No," Everett immediately shuts her down. "The Jackals could have them in their back pocket. I hate it to say it but we can't trust anyone right now. No one outside of The Fallen Angels. I've heard things about them, so I know they're more than capable of keeping us safe. Try not to worry too much, okay?"

Alissa scoffs.

"I don't understand how you're so calm about this. TMI, but it legit feels like I'm about to shit myself right now."

"For our sake, please keep it inside." Michael laughs, trying to lighten the mood.

"I'm not trying to live the rest of my life with that image burned into my head."

Movement by the door captures everyone's attention.

A familiar face comes into view, one that sets Everett's insides on fire and not in a good way.

"If you both want to stay alive, I highly suggest you listen to your friend Everett," Finn smirks.

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meanwhileinstasiville · 1 year ago

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I *knew* sending mcfuego a friend request would be bad, but I had *no idea* that it would be **this** bad.

It was...

yellow cooper pulls up and parks next to you at mod pizza intersection, bad

a cooper in the oncoming lane drives by you later by triangle park, bad

A yellow clad woman waits at the top of the street by manhattan, on the corner you’re walking up to, bad

A bright yellow vested “cleaning guy” meets you in the entrance, bad

coopers by churches, bad

orange library director cars where there had been coopers before, as at sushi, bad

A mcfuego expy outside the coop, who was I think trying to signal that “genuine mcfuego” is a cop; well, she is and isn’t, it’s complex.

There was ryan-expy, casting call grade, on the steps of the cabaret theater, where “second” and “hargandine” meet; I’m not a number, to quote Bob Seger, and it’s about sandal straps; the only part of a shoe that always endures.

Mcfuego is swimming center in a school of piranhas, with caimans up and down the shoreline (I don’t think expy as a ward off is really necessary, you think?)

All those religious references, Motorola, tell a story of a secular organization with deep bordering on bottomless (like fries) pockets trying to promote a religion among its employ.

Being “in charge” of how much charity reaches the ground, *is the not the same* as fielding a command structured army. And it’s that bad.

It was *eric expy sitting on 6 stands up and leaves* after I sat *next to him* in a room of mostly empty chairs, bad

And yes, it was “amazingphil” in bright yellow shirt, top right promoted when I logged into tumblr, bad

Edit: It was ALSO changes in a lengthy song with lots of solos *punctuated by coopers* bad, speaking of illicit surveillance

“Phil hands” top center in week.com political cartoons, bad

It’s no question at reference for like half an hour of rambling old man, bad

It’s my cousin appears to be in conversion therapy, burning a bridge with him, and after learning of that *because my uncle died*

It’s my best friend appears to have tried his hand at “the family business” between grandpa and I, and so, a struggling with psychopathology girl got molded into a variation on my older sister, becoming yet another girl I cannot sleep in the same room with, bad

It’s *social anxiety sits down on 12 on cue* from snk stock, bad, and I reiterate as with mcfuego’s piranha’s, that I don’t need discouragement when I’ll get shot for showing up where I’m supposed to be cowed out of going, by all this. Superfluous, they call that sort of thing.

It's the *black and yellow wine hopper* driven by someone who turned out to be wearing a yellow shirt, followed by a chaser car with a yellow shirted driver, when I "what will happen *this* time" went back to safeway (and yeah, that was at an entrance I used before) bad

It's va our city stalker now in orange "backed up" by some sworn in guy I've never seen the name of (felt pretty automotive wholesaler grade)

Getting king for a day memes in the feed, after I was sure the wifi was off adding the fbi to people who don't like me much. Since I was all of three or so "sir, sir, did you *intend* to leave this phone off the hook?" Said the operator instead of the disabled line noise I had expected. *That* is called a syllogism that goes with a wiretap.

Someone should listen to "one jump ahead" from Aladdin for context.

It's livejournal blogging on Tumblr attracts federal attention, bad

What it was

an el camino like I used to have, red honda fits, blue ford rangers from two or three different decades, a transgender counselling van (that I saw again today)

White dodge neon, black dodge neon, latin king colored dodge neon at the same places along my walk route; one for another

And then, ridgeline trucks latin king colored, orange subarus like the library director’s, coopers began to appear at all the “junctions” (intersections, stretches of empty road or alley where *there were no other cars*

And now, yellow at any or all of those places seems to be picking up where they were, “economizing” as it were

It's "blue collar eastern tokyo" in the feed, and you know, mom was a federal accountant and her family founded the bank and the church, cut the stone in the cemetery (a woman in the 1800s), was the county seat and in the senate, since I have to keep defending her family from *white supremacy since the 60s and a cartel since the late 80s seems, "AOK" with the fbi.

Seem to be doing a bang up job with the place

And dad, who was "hassidic", was from the same Scandinavian social class as my best friend's dad, and walked away from being a professional athlete so...apples and oranges comparison between two guys who weren't competing for the same things in life.

It's a callback to "your girlfriend gives you a book called rich dad/poor dad" bad

And how she did everything you've supposed to, like my mom who *had a rich dad* of sorts, and so I gave her the book that she never read, and how she ended up being married to someone named "weighing dykes" while a federal accountant *because of who was running the community* and how it turned out for making good choices, and said girlfriend became an escort with escort expenses for not having one, bad

It's not going to the kind of "private school" my dad could've also gone to, legacy bad (and my best friend was *also* supposed to be privately educated)

It's "the girl who made a man out of ricochet" her life choices make sense, bad

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ashasmonsters · 3 years ago

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The Skateboarder

Female reader x Female orc (Morn)

Citrus rating: Lemon

Content: brief alcohol, stupid memes

Words: 9k

Morn reached between the legs of some intertwined partygoers, retrieved a beer from the strategically placed cooler, then opened it on the strike plate of the living room door. Some of it foamed out and fell on the carpet with the bottle cap but she didn't seem to care. The owners of the sorority house didn't care either.

"...so yeah, she said I stank and got up and left." Morn finished her tale of an attempted one-night stand.

"She didn't even touch you yet?" You asked, leaning in close so she could hear you over the thumping music. As was usual for parties like these, you and Morn had carved out a corner where you could be ignored by everyone else and gossip.

"Well, yeah, but not below the belt. That's what pissed me off. She was all over me all night and as soon as I say I want her to go down on me, she insults me and leaves."

"I mean..." you grinned, unable to resist, "did you stink down there, though?"

Morn punched your shoulder and chuckled.

"Fuck off, it's not like roses and daffodils are the norm. You know, it's like I always say..." It was Morn's turn to grin mischievously.

"Don't fucking say it. I swear to God, Morn. I'm going to laugh really hard and everyone's going to look at me weird. " You pleaded. You knew what would come next; Morn's favorite turn of phrase that she managed to use more often than one would think.

"—like I always say, good pussy smells like the heat coming out of the PS4."

You were true to your word. As you caught your breath between peals of laughter, a few partygoers did in fact stare at you. Despite your prior protests, the stares didn't bother you that much. Here in Morn's gossip corner, all that mattered was whiling the time away until the other half of your group was ready to leave. Dera's whereabouts were unknown but Lash was visible in the corner of the room.

"Looks like Lash's plan is all coming together." You noted. Morn turned to look as well; she was aggressively making out with an Elf boy. He licked her tusks. You grimaced.

"Goddamn. When Lash wants something she gets it."

"She mentioned that guy... what, like, yesterday?" You asked. "From staring at him across the classroom to heavy petting in less than twenty-four hours. That's a new record."

"Makes me feel like I'm not even the same species," Morn complained, finally turning away from Lash's public display of affection. "I know Orc boldness is a stereotype but it's not one I'd mind living up to."

"That's not Orc boldness, that's Lash boldness," you chortled. "Don't be down on yourself for not having it. Besides, she's not looking for a one-night deal; if that Elf doesn't call her back tomorrow she's gonna have her week ruined."

"I guess that's true..." Morn sighed.

"Morn." You firmly squeezed her shoulder and stared at her. "I love Lash to death, but you've never called me at three in the morning crying over the end of a week-and-a-half-long relationship. It's okay to not be dating a new person all the time."

"Yeah, I know." She finished her beer and smiled a bit.

"Besides, if you were hunting down an object of desire every time we were at a party, I'd have no one to chill with. Morn's Gossip Corner is the only thing getting me out of the dorm on Friday nights."

"I'm glad to be of service." She dramatically saluted. "You're right, though. I guess it's just the party atmosphere that makes me forget sleeping around and dating have drawbacks."

"Definitely the party vibe getting to you," you affirmed. "Speaking of sleeping around, though... where's Dera?"

"If I had to guess, upstairs. Text her." Morn suggested.

You pulled out your phone and opened the group chat, aptly titled "THA HOOLIGANZ 👩‍💻👩‍✈️👩‍⚕️🕵️‍♀️" and sent a message:

You: dera where tf are u, its almost been an hour

Almost immediately the indicator that Dera was typing popped up, followed by her reply:

Dera: upstairs. firbolg football player. huge 🍆

"Oh, god." You gagged. Morn pulled out her phone in response to see the cause, then had a similar reaction. She started tapping away at her phone's keyboard.

Morn: damn, dera, chill. we just wanted to make sure you were ok.

The typing indicator preceded yet another reply from Dera.

Dera: lol ok mom

"She's got an attitude tonight, sheesh." Morn shook her head and put her phone away.

"I think tonight an early exit might be a good idea. Dera and Lash seem pretty occupied," you said. You couldn't find Lash or her Elven paramour in the room anymore.

"I think you're right. Text the group and tell 'em we're leaving."

You nodded and did so, receiving 👍 responses from both Dera and Lash after a short pause.

"Let's go." You got up from your place on the sunken-in couch and helped Morn up. The two of you navigated through the fire code-violating sorority house to the front door, where you met the cool night air and the odor of cigarettes. Morn's skateboard was next to yours, propped against the thick trunk of a long-dead tree.

"I don't wanna go back to the dorms yet. It's not that late," Morn said, checking her watch.

"Pizza?" You suggested.

"Pizza."

Before long you were both skating into the night. The entire university town was built into the side of a mountain with the greek life houses at the top, making it a breeze to fashionably exit parties like this one. There were a few drunken revelers to dodge on the way down, but once you cleared the sororities and fraternities it was smooth skating. The incandescent streetlights flew past as century-old houses gave way to newer corner stores and parks. Before long, you and Morn were skating through the thick of the city on a course set for Main Street.

The pleasant sound of plastic wheels on stamped concrete was soon married with the aroma of cheap, indulgent pizza. You wouldn't have needed any senses other than smell to know you arrived at your destination: "Get Stuffed," the type of place where a slice was a dollar and you could write on the walls. As was usual for the time when Friday became Saturday, it was packed with the university crowd; too packed to even sit inside.

You and Morn shimmied to the counter and ordered your usuals. Fortunately, Get Stuffed had nailed speedy service and it was only a few short moments before you were on your way out with greasy pizza on flimsy paper plates. You set your skateboards on the curb and sat on them, side-by-side.

"Thanks for fleeing with me," Morn said, folding her slice of pizza and tucking her loose black curls behind her ear.

"Anytime, Morn." You mimicked her pizza fold before noticing something about the beanie she wore. It was oddly familiar, so you delayed your first bite. "Hey, where's that beanie from?" Morn looked at you, chewing.

"This thing?" She tugged at the chunky burgundy yarn. "You should know."

"I should know?" You mused, finally chewing on your first bite of pizza. It was just as greasy and gratifying as you expected it to be. Then, as realization dawned on you, it almost fell out of your mouth. "You kept that thing for this long?!"

"Of course. It's a good beanie. It's lasted... what, since second grade?" She smirked. "It's one of the best birthday gifts I've gotten. Thanks, by the way."

"Thank you for holding onto it," you countered. "The memories... wow."

"That was the birthday party where we had a sleepover afterward. We played tag, and—"

"Oh, no," you moaned, remembering.

"...you ran so hard that you threw up." Morn giggled. Your cheeks still burned at the vivid memory. You almost forgot crocheting Morn's beanie, but you never forget throwing up at someone's birthday party.

"It's crazy we've been friends for so long." You gracefully changed the subject and started working on your pizza slice in earnest.

"It's not that crazy. You've always been there for me."

"I mean... I try..." you were hiding your blush, feeling warm as Morn readied to shower you with compliments.

"Like the time Chrissie Becker rejected my invitation to prom. You started crying when I started crying, and I hadn't even told you what happened yet." Morn giggled warmly. "Or when our families went camping together and you let me share your sleeping bag when I forgot mine."

"I couldn't just let you sleep on the ground!" you sheepishly defended yourself against the flattery.

"Even though you knew I kicked in my sleep." Morn looked up from her plate and smiled at you, her tusks glinting under the streetlights.

"You're more important to me than my shins," you said quietly.

"Hah!" Morn laughed heartily, bumping her skateboard into yours and wrapping an arm around you. "You're more important to me than my shins."

In Morn's embrace there on the sidewalk, you melted. She had such a way of effortlessly making you feel safe and loved. She had been there for you as well several times and was damn good at it. You enjoyed the feeling so much that you just sat there quietly until she got a little worried.

"Hey, did I tease you too much?" Her wry grin had been replaced with a slight frown and sympathetic brow.

"No, no..." you reassured her, savoring the dreamy feeling. "It's all good. I'm glad you're here with me. I'm glad we're... friends," you stumbled a bit over the last word.

"Me too," she gave your shoulder a little squeeze.

You both finished your pizza in silence, enjoying each others' side and the ambiance of the city street. After a moment you both tossed the greasy plates into a trash can and skateboarded back to the dorms. The courtyard was where your paths diverged, and after bidding one another goodnight and farewell, you parted. You shared your bed that night with a familiar feeling. Embarrassment, shame, and maybe even guilt. All for the way your heart skipped a beat when she put an arm around you, or the unstoppable smile when she recounted her memories of you. You weren't super familiar with love, at least not in the way Lash and Dera were, but the way Morn made you feel in recent months was more than simple friendship. You agonized over the thought that she wouldn't return those feelings. It was a miracle you managed to sleep at all.

Saturday morning arrived, and with it, a text. You groggily pulled your phone into bed with you to read it after rubbing the sleep from your eyes. It was from THA HOOLIGANZ.

Dera: hey sorry about my sass last nite. i figured y'all left early and that's cool, i was kinda doing my own thing anyway

Lash: LOL sameeee. anyway, does anyone want to meet up for coffee or something? i’d rather be hungover around you guys than my parents 😭

You considered the offer; it would be nice to actually see Lash and Dera after missing them last night. Your moment on the curb with Morn still bothered you, and a distraction from that would be nice.

You: im down, where u wanna go

Dera: u know that cute little cafe on that corner? main street i think?? the one thats literally 100% pink???

Morn: you're thinking of tokidoki cafe! i'm down to go, that’s my spot!

You sighed. This outing wouldn't be very good for distracting you from Morn if Morn was seated across from you.

Dera: thats the one. lets gooooooo

Lash: yes. literally right now. start running

Morn: thanks, but I think I'll skate there. see y'all in a bit

You: same

The morning air was crisp and cool in the way spring mornings always were. It was a shame Lash and Dera were too busy downing aspirin and chugging water to truly enjoy it. Your skateboard served you well as a means of transport on mornings like this; you and your friends were the rare few students who didn't usually sleep in on Saturdays, so you enjoyed the empty sidewalks. The soft plastic wheels gripped the concrete well enough to accommodate any street corners.

The cafe was 100% pink, as promised. The sweet, pillowy smell of crepes mingled with the robust aroma of coffee and met you as you hopped off your skateboard. The tiny size of the place made it easy to tell you were the first to arrive. You ordered the latte-crepe combo that took up the most space on the menu and sat while you waited. You were idly scrolling through your phone when you heard the rhythmic thumping of a skateboard wheels on slabs of sidewalk.

She looked painfully good as she stepped through the cafe's front door. The morning sun made her long black hair golden around the edges and she still wore that damn beanie. Her tusks poked out from her smiling lips when her eyes met yours. Illuminated by sunbeams, her well-toned arm showed every muscle and vein as she gripped her skateboard by the trucks to carry it in.

"Good morning!" she beamed at you. The employee behind the counter smiled at her knowingly.

"The usual, Morn?" he asked.

"Yep!" She quickly answered before sitting across from you, the pins on her denim jacket jingling. "You got here quickly."

"Yeah..." you answered weakly, your conversational skills still recovering from the way Morn held you last night.

"You weren't drinking last night, were you? You alright?" Of course, Morn immediately picked up that something was the matter. It would be stranger if she didn't.

"I'm fine. Where are Lash and Dera?" You deflected. As if on cue, your phone buzzed. THA HOOLIGANZ chimed in.

Lash: lol srry, throwing up. cant make it

Dera: yeah same.

"Unbelievable. Those girls can't seem to show up anywhere lately." Morn had a slightly disapproving tone. She tapped away on her phone.

Morn: this is going on your attendance sheet

Lash: see u in detention, dera

Dera: enjoy your crepes you two!

You chuckled at the exchange.

"That's more like it. I like when you smile." Morn chimed in. "Do more of that."

The waiter saved you from needing to respond by stopping at your table with your orders. A steaming, folded crepe landed before you covered in a sauce just as pink as the rest of the cafe. A warm latte arrived with it and you wrapped your hands around the warm mug. It soothed you a little.

"Morn..." you began, not quite sure what you were going to say. Was this it? Were you going to lay your feelings on the table right here, right now?

"What is it? You can tell me anything." Morn leaned in over the table. "I can tell something's been bothering you lately."

You opened your mouth to speak, but nothing came out. You didn't even know how to begin; should you preface it with an apology? Some sort of explanation or disclaimer?

"I don't even know if I can tell you. Like, if I can get the words out," you said before sipping your latte. You savored the taste, hoping the espresso would ground you somehow. At the very least you wouldn't be expected to talk with your mouth full.

"There's no rush. I just... I want to help. I've known you long enough that I'm sure there's something I can do." Morn hadn't even touched her crepe yet.

"Let's just, um, eat." You answered.

"Good idea. I'm sure you'll feel like yourself once you've eaten and the coffee starts kicking in." Morn nodded to herself, cutting open her fruit-filled crepe. You similarly started to work on yours. The two of you ate in silence and, for a moment, you did feel better. Fully focusing on the aromas, flavors, and textures of your breakfast stilled your trembling hands. The slightest bit of confidence grew within you halfway through the meal.

"I... um..." the words slowly formed in your mouth. Morn paused, setting down her fork and knife and looking at you intently. "I fell in love. With someone I don't think I should be in love with."

Morn listened but said nothing. She was thinking.

"How do you know it's love?"

"What?" you asked.

"How do you know it's not just a crush? Or, you know, lust?" Morn inquired. You considered the question carefully. Memories of platonic cuddles, impromptu sleepovers, and late-night conversations with Morn came to mind.

"It's love because it's lasted way longer than any crush. I trust this person, and they trust me. I'm not like Lash, pining for the new guy from across the classroom; I know this person really well."

"I see." She paused again. "Why would it be bad to love them? Wouldn't a good history make a romantic relationship easier?"

"Only if they felt the same way..." you sighed and nestled your head in your elbows.

"Ah, right..." Morn looked sheepish. "Well, personally—and I do mean personally, so it might not apply to them—if I had a long-time friend that I had feelings for, I would just tell them."

"Really?" Your eyes widened.

"I mean, yeah. If I and this person had such a long history of trust, then I would trust them to still be friends with me afterward if they didn't feel the same way. I'm sure it would be awkward for a while, but I really don't think it would be, you know... destructive or anything."

More memories came to you. More times where you felt completely open and vulnerable with Morn, and when she did with you. Times when you comforted each other and shared secrets under blanket forts and playground swings and gymnasium bleachers. Words formed inside your mouth, desperate to make themselves known to the world. Perhaps now would become another one of these memories. You'd look back on it in the future and remember the smell of pink crepes in the pink cafe.

"Morn... I have these feelings for you. I'm talking about you."

You fought the urge to cover your mouth, and you didn't stutter or stammer in the slightest. Though working up the courage was difficult, letting the words go was one of the easiest things you had ever done. Morn didn't react much; an eyebrow rose slowly as she finished chewing. The silence was agonizing.

"I'm happy you trust me enough to share that with me," Morn said calmly. You wanted to shout that's all?! but held your tongue. She took a sip of her latte, clearly in no rush to say more.

"So..." you began, well and truly lost. All your effort had gone into mustering courage and now you had nothing left. Even your anxiety and worry had gone, and you were strangely content, though eager, to hear Morn speak.

"So..." Morn parroted, "does that mean you want to... you know, date me? Like, romantic dates, not besties dates. Kissing dates."

Again, your impulses screamed duh!

"Um, yeah..." you said sheepishly, rubbing the back of your neck. "I'd like that, but... only if you'd like that too."

She sipped her latte again, still calm.

"You know, over the years, I've imagined what we would be like if we were romantic with each other. Like, girlfriend-girlfriends. How could I not? We've known each other for so long."

You nodded, bidding her speak more.

"I never knew you wanted that. I can't imagine how you felt; I could tell something was wrong but I couldn't figure out what." Morn set the mug and her cutlery down, intentionally and warmly looking you in the eye. "I think...

You didn't even breathe.

"I think we should give it a shot." Morn smiled widely. "Does that sound good to you?"

"Yes, yes it does," you finally drew breath. If Morn was feeling a similar tumult of emotions that you were, she was hiding it considerably well. Morn wiped her lips and tusks with a napkin and got up from the table.

"Well, I've got to visit mom and pops tonight, but we've still got Sunday tomorrow. How about we have our first real date then?"

"Uh, sure!" You sat there, dumbfounded. Was it really going to be this easy?

"Cool. I'll let you pick where we go, just like most of our... non-date hangouts," she said, turning to the cashier. She gestured widely to the table. "Put it all on my tab."

"You have a crepe tab?"

Morn chuckled. Making her way to the door, the sunlight caught her hair and skin deliciously.

"I'm a regular. Anyway," she grabbed her skateboard, "see you tomorrow?"

"See you tomorrow." You answered. She gave you one last toothy grin and stepped out before gliding out of sight, disappearing past the edge of the window. You rested your chin in your hands and sighed like a lovestruck teenager in a coming-of-age movie. Before long, your window-gazing session was interrupted by an employee.

"All done, ma'am?" he asked politely.

"Uh, yes. Sorry, I was spacing out."

"No, it's all good. Thanks for coming by, and if you don't mind me saying..." he looked somewhat pensive.

"What?"

"Don't tell Morn I said this since she's proven that she could snap me in half like a twig, but... speaking as the crepe guy she visits several times a week, I think she's a good match for you."

"But you've never met me before. Maybe once or twice, but—"

"She's told me all about you. All good things, don't worry. It's less about you and more about how Morn talks about you. She gushes when she mentions you, seriously." He paused awkwardly then started to clean up the table. "I've said too much."

"No, thank you," you said. "It's good to know."

"Glad I could help. Anyway... um, thanks for coming in." He waved at you as you got up and left. You nodded and made your exit.

Back at your dorm, you couldn't decide if you wanted to pace or lay in bed and kick your legs. You had so much energy inside you, trapped. It was equally nervous and thrilling. You wondered how Morn kept herself so well composed; something in the back of your mind nagged at you, wondering if it was because she didn't really feel that strongly for you. Enough, you thought to yourself. Morn was your best friend for almost as long as you could remember. She wouldn't toy with you like that. Hell, she explained her entire thought process on the topic before you even confessed to her.

You decided to pace to distract yourself. Those thoughts weren't helpful. Right now you had to choose a place for your first officially non-platonic date. It was never this hard to pick a place to hang out with Morn before...

Then, an idea. It sprung into your mind out of nowhere, and it just felt right. You made sure that the place was open on Sunday, checked the ticket prices... it was perfect. You readied your phone to text Morn the details... but Lash had already sent you a private message. You opened the notification.

Lash: yo how did crepes go?? sorry i no-showed

Your brow furrowed a bit. Lash's random interest was a bit strange, even more so since she was hungover. A dehydrated, vomiting Lash was bedridden for a good half-day in your experience.

You: the cafe was cool! the crepes were good

Unsure if you should be forthcoming about your new development with Morn, you figured they could find out tomorrow once your first "real date" was underway. A change like that would likely be a big deal in your friend group, so a text message wouldn't do the announcement justice anyway.

Lash: how's Morn?

You: shes fine? did something happen??

Lash: no lol, just wondering lol

Two "lol" in one text? You wanted to indulge your suspicions and investigate further, but you decided to leave it at that. You had a date to arrange.

You: still at your parents' place?

Morn: yeah, I'll be back in town tomorrow though

You: k, cool. does meeting at the aviary at 2pm work?

Morn: yeah definitely! what made you pick the aviary?

You: idk if you remember, it was so long ago, but it was the first school field trip we went on as friends

There was a pause as Morn's typing bubble hovered on your screen.

Morn: 😭OMG YOURE SO CUTE IM GONNA CRY😭

Morn: i cant wait to see you tomorrow!!!

You: me too 💕

Your phone landed on your bed with a thump and that nervous energy returned with a vengeance. More pacing, more leg-kicking, even some giggles. This situation felt both extremely real and like a scene from a movie; you never imagined this sort of thing happened in real life, especially in yours. Against all previous expectations, things were going fine. It was thrilling, scary, and made your heart race, but it was going fine. The homework you had to do took a back seat to your excited daydreaming and scheming about tomorrow. You thought about how you would greet her, how you would hug, if and how you would go for a kiss, walking while holding her hand... predictably, sleeping that night was incredibly difficult.

In the morning, you finally executed the plans you fantasized about prior. You decided to err on the side of being overdressed, picking an outfit that wasn't formal but still a little more special than what you would usually wear. You showered, brushed your teeth, swished some mouthwash, and even flossed! Breath mints, a small assortment of Morn's favorite snacks, and an extra water bottle found their way into your bag. If you were going to overthink, then you would take advantage and be overprepared as well. Squeaky clean, dressed to impress, and with a heftier bag than usual, you skateboarded down to the aviary intent on arriving ten minutes early.

The journey was uneventful save for your steadily increasing heart rate. By the time you were waiting for her by the entrance gate, you were fully flustered. You stood still with a kind smile on your face, but anything more complex would have been asking too much of you. The mental rehearsal in your mind's eye ran over and over again: smile, say hi, hug. Smile, say hi, hug. These were all things you had done with Morn before, but with platonic intent instead of this newfound "why not?" intimacy. With how calm and composed Morn had appeared throughout this whole process, you felt as if you were at a disadvantage somehow. You worried in a juvenile sort of way that she was too cool for you.

The way she pulled up to the aviary in her car didn't help that worry at all. Her ride, an old, angular, black thing that roared like a beast, was her pride and joy. She had practically built the thing herself with the number of parts she swapped out of it. It was fully manual and she had the skills to maneuver it gracefully into the parking space. Out from it stepped your actual, honest-to-god, bonafide date.

She smiled at you and your brain melted. You held up a hand in a sort of mellow wave, offering a faint grin. By the time she closed the distance, your simple three-step plan was gone with the wind. Luckily she also decided that greeting with a hug was the correct choice and you were in her embrace quickly. You paused before realizing you should probably return the gesture and wrap your arms around her as well.

"It's so good to see you! You look great," she said, pulling away and looking you over.

"You too..." you breathed, taking your own chance to get a proper look. Her outfit was just as sleek and dark as her car: a pair of black jeans with accompanying boots, a matching leather jacket, and of course, that classic burgundy beanie to top it off.

"Shall we?" She extended a green, competent hand to you. She wasn't wearing her driving gloves today, which was good for your composure; otherwise, you would have well and truly swooned. You accepted her grasp and she gave your hand a firm squeeze before strolling with you to the ticket booth. Thanks to your student IDs, you got in with discounted admission.

The aviary itself was fairly large, and on this particular Sunday, you and Morn practically had the place to yourselves. Other than the idle chatter of a few other scattered visitors, there was only the sound of wind in the leaves and bird calls. The two of you meandered between the exhibits, chatting but not about much in particular. Instead, you were simply content to enjoy each other's company and look at the birds. The birds liked looking at you, too; at one point a pair of free-roaming peacocks followed you and Morn around the aviary.

"Looks like it's a double date," Morn quipped, gesturing to the two plumy birds. They were both mostly brown and lacking the massive, fan-shaped tails.

"They're a pair of girls too. Male peacocks are the ones with the crazy feathers," you noted.

"It's almost like having Lash and Dera tagging along." Morn chuckled. "In fact, if they keep failing to show up these birds would make good replacements."

You looked at the two peacocks, who had started preening each other's feathers.

"Do you think they're besties or girlfriends?" You playfully asked. "That's some pretty intense preening."

"Maybe they're both, like us." Morn wrapped an arm around you and offered you her shoulder. You melted again. "If you had feathers, I'd be preening you right now."

"If I knew how to return that compliment, I would." You said, deliciously rattled by her closeness and warmth.

"I have an idea... if you're cool with it." Morn kept holding you close, turning to make eye contact with you. You faced her and realized how close you were. Trapped in her gaze, you couldn't speak. You gave a faint nod.

The first thing you felt was her tusks on your cheeks. They met the corners of your mouth, pressing gently just before her lips met yours. In reality, the kiss was a quick peck. In your mind, time froze. You could no longer hear the birds calling or wind blowing, only the sound of your heart beating like a drum and a feeling like fire in your chest. Morn pulled away from the kiss with a sheepish smile.

"Sorry if my tusks poked you. I'm still getting the hang of that."

"Hey, practice makes perfect, right?" you let slip with a suaveness that surprised even you. Morn's eyes widened in surprise before she let out a hearty laugh.

"That's the spirit!" She cheered, squeezing you hard. "I'm gonna hold you to it, so be aware: I'm gonna kiss you a bunch more before we're out of here."

"That's fine by me." You couldn't do anything else but giggle. Morn gave you another peck immediately after, angling her head a bit so her tusks didn't have such a lead on her lips. Your first kiss with Morn was perfect as far as you were concerned, but this second one was a bit more graceful.

"Better?" she asked.

"Better."

Your stroll through the aviary continued in this fashion: chatting about this and that, generally gushing about each other and punctuated by more quick kisses. It was strange to have a first date with someone that you knew so well, but you weren't complaining in the slightest. Each kiss felt natural and fun, not nerve-wracking and awkward as in the dates of your past. Before all this, you scoffed at yourself for wishing that there was a switch you could toggle to go from best friends to girlfriends, but so far it seemed to work precisely like that.

To the sound of your giggling, the sun was poised to set soon. The aviary closed early because it was Sunday, and you found yourself with Morn leaning against the gleaming hood of her car. You saw your reflection in it, the two of you framed by the orange sky. She came to your side, attaching to you like a magnet.

"It's probably time we headed home, huh?" she suggested.

"Yeah, probably," you replied reluctantly. "I almost don't want it to end."

"It doesn't have to." Morn smiled. "Did you really think I'd kiss you goodnight and leave you on the curb?"

You giggled. That would certainly be the plan for a first date with a stranger, but this was Morn.

"You could come by and hang out with me in my dorm for a bit?" she asked.

"I'd love to." You answered. Her dorm building and yours were right next to each other, after all. She stood up from the hood of her car and opened the passenger side door, offering the seat to you. Not long after stowing your skateboard in the trunk, you were cruising through the city streets bound for the university. Morn's focus made the ride a smooth one, her hands expertly gripping the steering wheel and gear shifter. She wore a focused but pleased expression as she deftly maneuvered the growling vehicle.

"Oh!" Her concentration broke. "We should get food! We haven't eaten at all."

Tires squealed as she veered right, making a turn she wasn't expecting to make. You gripped your armrest and giggled. The engine roared and, within moments, delivered you to a drive-through whose location Morn seemed to know by heart. She was so familiar with it that she blew past the lit-up menu and instead went directly to order.

"Don't worry, I'll get you something you'll like." She reassured you before making it out of the drive-through, takeout bag in hand, in record time. The bag landed in your lap and delicious smells wafted from it. You were tempted to peek inside and sample its contents, but even while entranced with Morn's driving skills you knew eating in her car was a no-no. Untoasted Pop-Tarts during a late-night study session on her bed were okay but her car was like a temple. You folded the top of the bag to make it easier to resist the temptation.

After she had parked and gotten out of the car, you followed her with takeout bag in one hand and skateboard in the other. This late on a Sunday night, the sky was a deep navy. Stark white light from the lamp posts illuminated the web of pathways that connected the dorms, parking lots, student union, and myriad other places you'd typically skateboard solo to.

A few beeping locks later, you made it to Morn's dorm room. Like yours, it was spartan and tiny, but it belonged to her and her alone. You set the bag down on the solitary table and determined to chow down, but Morn caught your attention. She sat on the twin-sized bed that you had shared with her many times before; platonically, of course. She had an expression that you couldn't quite decipher.

"You okay?" You asked, not sure where to begin.

"I'm great, actually," she said, brushing her hair out of the way so she could look at you. "Sorry if I overdid it with the kisses earlier—"

"You didn't," you interjected.

"I just... It felt great to kiss you. I don't know if it's just my nerves, or the newness of it all, or something else, but... I'm kicking myself for not making the first move on you sooner." She looked away, blushing a forest green on her cheeks. You sat next to her on the bed before she could say anything more.

"Hey, don't feel bad just because I was moping for a bit. The fact I was so worried is proof that you can't really know how someone feels about you until you ask. Even if you were friends since forever ago." You reversed the usual arrangement by wrapping your arm around her. She chuckled softly.

"I can't believe I was stressing myself out over random sorority chicks at parties rejecting me. Being with you just feels so much better than the dating apps and the parties and shit like that," Morn sighed. "I know it's technically only our first date but I really think we're something special."

"We are special," you held her tighter, "we went on our first date after... what, a decade and a half of knowing each other? That kind of history sure beats cheesy Tinder pick-up lines."

"Sure does," Morn punctuated her sentence with a kiss. Instead of giving you a quick peck, she pressed her lips into yours even harder. Within the privacy of her dorm room, your heart fluttered at the notion of Morn being able to do whatever she wanted to you. You felt the beginnings of her tongue at your lips, then she pulled away and took a deep breath. Her face was inches from yours as you caught your breath.

"I really like kissing you," Morn uttered. "Now that we're alone... are you okay if I really kiss you?"

"Really kiss me?" you teased. She got even closer.

"Please?" She played along with her best begging tone.

"Go ham." She kissed you again, giggling at your choice of words with her lips pressed against yours once more. She immediately cradled your head in her strong hands, gently placing you into a reclining position. There wasn't much room, but she managed to fit alongside you in the twin-sized bed all without breaking the kiss. You opened your eyes after pulling away to breathe, and all you could see were her dandelion-colored irises.

"I'm gonna go again," She said, smiling. "I just had to get a good look at you first."

"You can do whatever you want, Morn." You grabbed her arm and placed her hand on you. "Just don't keep me waiting."

Morn kissed you hard for the third time, the hand you held now caressing your body ravenously. As her tongue gently played at your lips, her hand found its way to your chest and played with your breasts. She hardly gave you time to gasp, coming back to your mouth with fervor. Her tongue met yours in earnest now, both of you closing the space on the bed between you. Her body flush with yours, you could feel every muscle as she held you close.

You felt one of her legs settle in between your thighs, and you whined into her mouth as she teasingly rubbed you against it. Even fully clothed the sensation was electric, no doubt due to the person giving it to you. Many nights alone had involved fantasies just like this. Now they were coming true.

Desperately, you began grinding yourself against her leg. You chased the sensation as far as you could, moaning into Morn's kiss. Just as you felt yourself approaching the edge, she removed herself from you. Her leg pulled away and the kiss stopped. You opened your eyes, bewildered. Morn had gotten off the bed and kneeled just next to it, her eyes level with your aching need. She grabbed the waistband of your bottoms before looking you in the eyes again.

"You said you didn't want me to keep you waiting," she grinned, tusks glistening. "This okay?"

"It's more than okay... stop teasing me!" You whined. She nodded, pulling your bottoms off entirely before hovering in between your legs. You could feel her breathe on you through your underwear. God, she was so close; you twitched with each puff of warm breath. Her tusks brushed against the inside of your thighs. With a tentative finger she eased your underwear out of the way, gently planting kisses all around your bare mound. She held your legs in place as they twitched and reacted to her electric touch. She deliberately avoided your tender nub with her warm lips. She was playing with you.

"Morn, please," you begged. She paused to look up at you and give a toothy grin.

"You're so cute when you're frustrated," she teased, quickly going back for more. She felt unimaginably warm against your already hot entrance. It wasn't unlike all those other times you melted at Morn's touch, only now it was so intense you couldn't help but let out gasps and squeaks. She held nothing back this time. Hungrily, she lapped at your slit, each lick finishing with a flourish on your sensitive little nub. You mewled in time with her curling tongue.

"Oh! That's— ah! So good!" You moaned, your back beginning to arch as you squirmed around on the mattress.

"You flatter me," Morn uttered between licks, looking proud. You saw something in her eye before she let go of one of your thighs and brought her hand to your entrance. Her tongue didn't let up at all as she slowly introduced one of her substantial fingers. It fit comfortably inside you at first, but you gasped hard when it started moving. Morn added another soon after, stretching you deliciously.

"I'm gonna come if you keep that up," you panted, your face burning red and lungs desperate for air.

"My pleasure," Morn said before redoubling her efforts. Her fingers curled inside you, making a "come hither" motion that made your hips rock. By this point, Morn's tongue had trouble staying on you as you writhed. You gasped with every finger curl, well and truly lost in the heat of the moment.

"Ah! Morn!" You cried, rocking yourself against her fingers desperate for more. She gave up on trying to lick your nub, instead palming one of your breasts with her other hand and pinning you to the bed. With the new leverage, she worked your insides with her fingers, pumping them in and out of you with her muscular arm. You could see sweat beading on her taut green skin.

"Come for me. I wanna see you come," Morn urged. You could do little else but cry out and oblige her. Your body spasmed hard as you cried out gibberish interspersed with her lovely name. Her fingers didn't stop rubbing against your inner walls, leaving you breathless and faint and tightly wound around her. The coiling pleasure within you finally snapped. Your back arched, completely leaving the bed as Morn pressed her lips into yours. She kissed you hungrily as you wailed into her mouth. There was nothing in your mind but the feeling of her fingers coaxing you through the height of your bliss and holding you there for as long as possible. When the pleasure finally started to subside and your breath returned to you, Morn finally withdrew her fingers and lips and wiped her forehead. She smiled at you wordlessly.

"I love you, Morn," you said, panting. There was nothing else to say, nothing else on your mind. If you had given yourself that sort of bliss on a lonely night, you would be drowsy and lethargic. Instead, with Morn turning her love for you into pleasure that made you cry out and curl, you had never felt more alive. She gave you a moment to catch your breath. Leaving your lips unkissed, she sat by your side and stroked your hair.

"I love you too," she planted a quick kiss on your forehead. "Are you tired?"

You shook your head enthusiastically. Sure, you would likely be sore in a few hours, but you wouldn't dream of denying Morn more of you.

"Good, because I wanna get off too." She chuckled and pecked your lips. Undressing herself completely, she helped you out of what clothes remained until you were both completely bare. You were completely flush against her on the bed once more, your skin perfectly complimenting her green form. Her body was toned and full, muscled yet smooth. Even after all you had just been through, the sight of her still made your heart skip.

"I've always wanted to try this. Spread your legs," she commanded, gently grasping your ankles. You complied and she lifted one of your legs aloft just in front of her as if about to hug it. Still holding your leg pointed toward the ceiling, she straddled your dripping warmth with her own. She eased herself onto you and those lovely electric feelings returned. She moaned for the first time, her pleasured sounds like music to your ears.

The position was a little awkward and bent your back in a strange way, but the feeling of her slick sex pressed against yours was delicious.

"I'm gonna start moving," Morn said. She initiated a gentle rocking motion that made you both gasp. The friction between the two of you felt gorgeous and you soon found yourself reciprocating with your hips. Interlocked and sharing the same squeaks and mewls, you wanted desperately to kiss her but couldn't. You had to lay there at her mercy as Morn clung to your leg and ground herself into you. She doubled up on her pace.

"Oh, shit," Morn groaned, both with pleasure and with effort. She had the same expression as when she was driving; when her head wasn't thrown back with a sigh, she was looking at you with love but also intent. Her grinding made you moan and her glare made you shiver delightfully. You had never felt anything like this before, nor had you even fantasized about Morn pressed up against you like this.

"This feels amazing... ah! Morn..." you sighed between yelps when the friction between you peaked.

"I—I..." Morn gasped, her entire face contorted and flushed. She had brought you to your peak once already, and now you wanted nothing more than to see her reach her own ecstasy.

"Please, Morn, come," you pleaded, mirroring her own urgency when she had brought you to orgasm earlier.

"No, I... Shit, I've got a cramp." She sighed, this time tinged with disappointment as she stopped her grinding. "Ouch." She gently disentangled herself from you, rubbing her thigh. The realization that her creased brow had come from pain and not pleasure embarrassed you a bit, an emotion that Morn echoed.

"Hey, it's okay." You sat up and held her shoulder. Her eyes were downcast as she massaged the cramp out of her muscled thigh. "Just so you know, I'm having a great time."

"You were having a great time." She winced as she shifted her kneeling weight on the bed. "Serves me right for thinking I could fuck like a pornstar on the first date, huh?"

"I already came once, Morn," you reminded her. Sitting alongside her, equally naked and sweaty, there was a clarity in the air that made it effortless to speak your mind. You felt bold, yet comfortable. You felt like you wanted more of Morn's body. "Let me take care of you. I think I can make this work."

"Take the lead, babe," Morn relented. The way she said babe made you giddy inside, but you were focused on her now. "Just mind the leg, it still freakin' hurts."

"Morn, when I say I'm gonna take care of you, I mean it. Just lie down," you said, easing her onto her back. With the positions reversed, you had a moment to look her up and down. Laid bare before you and anticipating your next move, the sight of her awoke something within you. Something that told you not to hold back.

You practically pounced atop her, squarely laying yourself on her body. She met you with a kiss that you eagerly returned. You channeled all your built-up desire to please her into that kiss, at the same time aligning your mound with hers. It took a few tries, but eventually, you found the angle where your clit could meet hers without requiring pornstar-style flexibility. Pleasure jolted through both of you and she broke the kiss to gasp.

"Told you I could make it work," you grinned, focusing now on the movement of your hips. You started slowly at first as to not tire yourself out but quickly increased the pace as the coiling warmth inside you grew. Instead of kissing her, you buried your face in her shoulder so you could hear her sing. With every roll of your hips she moaned, louder and louder as you humped her harder and harder.

"Oh, god, babe," Morn panted. You could feel her frenzied breath on your neck as she cried out. You could feel your own orgasm building but all you cared about was her.

"Tell me how you feel," you commanded, maintaining your hips' pace. "I want you to come so bad."

"Keep going," Morn grunted. "I'm close, I'm so fucking close!"

You furthered your efforts, grinding your desperate nub into hers with vigor. You panted as you began to feel tingles in your extremities and your breath became impossibly tight. Morn matched your desperation, her hips weakly pushing upwards so that her mound would meet yours sooner. Just a little more! More! You shouted to yourself mentally as Morn's hands squeezed your waist to signal her impending orgasm.

You frantically let go of her body with one hand, giving up precious leverage in order to make sure Morn couldn't escape the pleasure you were giving her. There was nothing you wanted more than to reach the peak together. You gently caught her pearl between your fingers and rolled it as you ground into her, drawing out deep moans from her. She spasmed in your grasp, gasping in time with your own pleased sighs.

"Oh god!" She cried out, throwing her head back into the piled-up blankets. Her whole body tensed and you could feel each of her rippling muscles press against you in a desperate bid to ride out her orgasm. You followed soon after, the air forced from your lungs as an explosion of tingling warmth knocked the wind out of you. All you could do was cry out with her and press your nub into hers where your hand was still at work. You rubbed and rolled, trying your best to prolong the mutual climax before finally catching your breath and collapsing into Morn's tired embrace.

With your body limp and your face buried in her neck, you could feel her breasts rise and fall with each breath. You held each other loosely for a moment, just listening to her breathe. After only a few heartbeats, she started giggling.

"What's so funny?" you asked, lifting your heavy head to look at her.

"Nothing," she stifled her giggles, a tear rolling down her cheek. "That was just really, really good."

"Are you crying?" You asked, concerned but secretly proud of your handiwork.

"No, I'm not crying. I'm tearing up, there's a difference," she chuckled. "Thank you."

"Thank you. You're the one that started it," you cooed, stroking her hair. "plus, you ate me out first so I think I owe you."

"It's on the house," Morn sighed contently. "But you're still on me... could you roll over, please?"

"Oh, sorry!" you quickly shifted your weight off of her and onto the mattress.

"Don't worry about it, I just figured the bed was softer than me." She chuckled again.

You said nothing, instead opting to resume your embrace with her from the side. She reciprocated, rolling over so she could be the big spoon. She wrapped her arms around you snugly.

"Ah, shit," Morn cursed under her breath.

"What? What's wrong?" You craned your neck a bit to see her golden eyes in your periphery.

"Our food is definitely cold by now," she grumbled, "and I don't have a microwave."

“I’ve got snacks in my bag.” You replied.

Morn readied a compliment, but delayed when both your phones buzzed. THA HOOLIGANZ had something to say.

“What is it now?” Morn rolled over and grabbed her phone, reading the messages as they rolled in. You did the same.

“What the…?”

Lash: did you two kiss yet???

Dera: they did more than that 😳😳😳

Morn shot you a look of disbelief before tapping away frantically.

Morn: wtf are you guys talking about?

You: ^

Lash: the crepe date! u two are dating now right?

You: what do u mean crepe date? the breakfast u failed to show up to u mean??

Lash: lol, relax. we just thought you two needed some time alone. for the record, i was actually hung over. me and dera just agreed you two needed to talk it out

Dera: seriously, u look at Morn the way she looks at crepes, and she looks at u the way Lash looks at literally anyone

Lash: or the way u look at dudes bulges

Dera: shut up

“I…” Morn began, jaw agape. “I don’t know if I should be mad or amazed. I’m both.”

“They set us up like lonely freshmen.” You shook your head, chuckling.

Lash: u two are dating now right???

Morn: yes dumbass

You: can confirm

Lash: CUTEEEEE

Dera: morn fucks on the first date. respect.

You: wait how- what?

Dera: ur in Morn’s dorm right

Your texting was interrupted by three solid thumps coming through the wall.

Dera: i’m right next door and these dorms are made of fucking paper

Morn: hey, i’ve dealt with hearing every single time you slept with some guy. fair is fair

Dera: no judgment from me!

Lash: suddenly i’m glad i still live with my parents…

You put your phone down as you really didn’t have much to say. Morn gave up on it as well, your phones resting together on the floor. She resumed spooning you and a moment later, you felt her chest start to heave with laughter; a hearty laugh loud enough for Dera to hear through the walls. You joined her, laughing until your diaphragm ached. The whole situation, the realization that Dera and Lash knew before either of you did and that they had a master plan… utterly ridiculous. It was like something out of a movie, yet with your arms wrapped around one of Morn’s, completely real. You feared this was all a dream, and as soon as you succumbed to sleep in Morn’s cozy twin bed, it would dissolve.

Morn could tell sleep started to take you.

“I love you,” she whispered into your ear. She squeezed you tight. You had never been more sure of anything in your life that Morn would still be cuddling you when you woke up.

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