#If We Wanna Be Technical;; (OOC)

[starsaught]

so chat, how we feeling of an oc i definitely didn't make for courting via? huh? huh? too bad.

[maximummusesarch]

Just a heads up but I'm gonna be archiving this blog and moving to a new one. The url and rules and whatnot are all the same, I'm just gonna be migrating.

Between being s.hadowb.anned and me having had this blog for the last five years, I do wanna move to a new blog and get that set up.

I'll be slowly following folks over on the new blog while I get everything set up there. Hopefully it'll be by the end of the week that I get everything set up.

[driftkits-moth-net]

since Driftkit's lore is still changing and being worked on, if anyone would like their cats to be involved let me know! I think it would be fun to involve more people in her backstory :)

[captivemuses]

Something I think about a lot is wondering what the other Express members reactions would be finding out Dan Heng's dating a Stellaron Hunter, and was before they got on working terms with them as well. I want that rp interaction bad bc he's always been such a private person even tho he cares so deeply about his fellow Nameless. Open up boy you can trust them with your past -shakes him gently-

[heartsbreaking-migrated]

my forensic chemistry class: fantastic wonderful im so excited

my business class: draining i wanna drop but its a major requirement

a positive: my tapestry is finally hanging up and the command hooks haven't fallen off the wall yet

[tragedia]

the juxtaposition between my life being on fire vs having fanart, comics, memes and animations for the dnd campaign i'm dming for the first time.

[uns4lted]

𝘇𝗼𝗺𝗯𝗶𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗮𝗽𝗮𝗱𝗲𝘀 (pt. 1 w/ the bllk boys)

characters: isagi, bachira, kunigami, chigiri synopsis: series of bllk boys trying to survive zombie apocalypse genre: crack/comedy tags/warnings: swearing, gore imagery, might be ooc, horror, zombie apocalypse!au a/n: will be making this one as a series so each of the bllk boys can shine! ;D

The streets were unusually quiet, save for the occasional rustle of wind through broken glass and debris. Isagi trudged alongside Bachira, clutching a crumpled map he’d scavenged from the front seat of an abandoned car. The map wasn’t exactly clean—it had coffee stains and what might have been ketchup smears—but it was better than wandering aimlessly through zombie-infested streets.

“Alright,” Isagi muttered, studying the map. “There’s a grocery store up ahead. Looks abandoned, but we might get lucky.”

“Oh, yeah?” Bachira perked up, his usual grin spreading across his face. “Think they’ll have snacks? I’m in the mood for some chips. Oh! Or pudding. Definitely pudding.”

Isagi sighed. “Focus, Bachira. Supplies first. Survival second. Pudding… way down the list.”

When the store finally came into view, Bachira didn’t hesitate for even a second. “Nice! Let’s go!” he exclaimed, jogging toward the entrance.

“Hey, hey, wait!” Isagi called, his voice laced with panic. “Are you out of your mind?! Can you at least check if there are zombies around?”

Bachira spun around, walking backward with his arms spread wide. “You know what? Let me just say something about all the crazy stuff happening around here—”

“Not the time for a speech!”

“—zombies are so misunderstood,” Bachira continued, completely ignoring Isagi’s protests as he disappeared inside the store.

With a groan, Isagi followed him, folding the map and shoved it in his pocket then clutching his backpack like a lifeline. The inside of the store was just as trashed as the streets—empty shelves, scattered cans, and a distinct smell that Isagi decided not to think too hard about.

“Okay, just be quiet,” Isagi whispered as they crept deeper into the aisles. “We grab what we need and leave. No stupid—”

Both of them froze mid-step.

On the ground ahead of them was a zombie, sprawled on its stomach like it had faceplanted and never bothered to get up. It wasn’t moving.

“Is it… dead?” Isagi whispered.

“Well,” Bachira said, tilting his head thoughtfully, “technically, it is dead. But you wanna find out?”

“No, I really don’t—”

But Bachira was already moving. He spotted a marker lying on a messy shelf and snatched it up, the grin on his face widening. “Alright, listen. All I’m saying is zombies aren’t as bad as people think. They’re just grumpy, y’know? Probably just need some love and—”

“What are you doing?!” Isagi hissed, watching in horror as Bachira crouched next to the zombie and started doodling on its face.

The marker squeaked as Bachira drew two squiggly eyebrows and a lopsided mustache. “See? Look at this guy. Total softie. Misunderstood, for sure.”

“Get away from it!”

Just as Isagi was about to yank Bachira back, the zombie’s eyes snapped open.

“AHHHHH!” Bachira yelped, stumbling backward as the zombie lunged at him.

“IT’S ALIVE!” Isagi shouted, full-on panicking.

The zombie grabbed for Bachira, its groaning raspy and guttural, and Bachira screamed, waving the marker like it was a weapon. “Back off, Picasso! I was making you beautiful!”

Isagi fumbled around, his heart racing, until his eyes landed on a crowbar lying on the ground then hastily grabbing it. Without thinking, he swung it with all his strength, whacking the zombie on the head.

It wasn’t enough.

“Do something!” Isagi yelled.

Bachira, still holding the marker, panicked and grabbed the nearest thing—an expired can of beans. With a dramatic yell, he chucked it at the zombie’s head.

The can hit with a sickening thud, and the zombie finally slumped over, truly lifeless this time.

Both of them stood there for a moment, panting.

“…Well,” Bachira said, breaking the silence. “Guess he couldn’t handle my art.”

Isagi glared at him, still clutching the crowbar. “You’re insane. I’m leaving you behind next time.”

“Aw, c’mon, Yoichi! Admit it. That was fun!”

“NOT FUN!”

But Bachira was already poking the now-dead zombie with his foot, humming cheerfully. “Think we should grab that pudding now?”

Isagi groaned. He was definitely going to lose his mind before the zombies got to him.

Isagi crouched by a shelf, squinting at the labels on the remaining cans. Most of them were dented, and some didn’t even have labels. He sighed, grabbing what looked like canned soup and stuffing it into his bag.

“Bachira, what are you doing?” he called over his shoulder.

“Grabbing snacks,” came the lazy reply from the next aisle over.

“Snacks? Seriously?” Isagi stood, looking at him incredulously. Bachira was casually shoving packets of chips and candy bars into his sling bag like he was prepping for a movie marathon, not an apocalypse.

“Duh. Snacks give you energy,” Bachira said, grinning. “You’re gonna need energy if a zombie starts chasing you.”

Isagi opened his mouth to argue but stopped. “You know what? Fine. Whatever.”

As Isagi turned back to the shelf, a faint sound made his ears perk up. It was subtle—a dull thud, like something bumping against a door. He stiffened, gripping the crowbar tighter.

“Bachira. Shut up for a second,” he hissed.

Bachira blinked. “I wasn’t even talking—”

“Shhh!”

The sound came again, louder this time, followed by a low creak. Isagi’s eyes darted toward the back of the store, where a door was nudging open. His heart skipped a beat as two figures stepped inside, slamming the door shut.

“Hey! Who are you?!” Isagi shouted, raising his crowbar defensively.

Bachira peeked around the shelf, his head tilted curiously. “Oh, we have guests?”

The appearance of the two newcomers, an orange-haired guy with a serious expression, raised his hands. “Relax. We’re survivors, same as you.”

“Yeah,” the redhead beside him added, tying his long hair back into a ponytail. “We were being chased and needed a place to hide.”

The orange-haired guy glanced around the store, his eyes landing on the bags Isagi and Bachira had stuffed with food. He let out a low whistle. “Seems like a lucky day. Smart move.”

“Yeah, but who are you?” Isagi demanded again, narrowing his eyes.

“I’m Kunigami,” the orange-haired guy said, nodding toward his companion. “This is Chigiri.”

“Isagi,” he replied cautiously, still gripping the crowbar. He gestured toward Bachira, who waved enthusiastically. “And that’s Bachira.”

“Nice to meetcha!” Bachira chirped, as if they weren’t in the middle of a zombie apocalypse.

The four of them exchanged brief stories about their struggles. Kunigami leaned against a shelf, crossing his arms as he spoke. “My group didn’t make it,” he said quietly. “We got separated a few weeks ago when we were ambushed. Since then, it’s just been me trying to survive.”

Isagi nodded, gripping his crowbar tightly. “That sounds rough. We’ve only managed because we’ve been sticking together. It’s… easier when you’ve got someone watching your back.”

“Yeah,” Kunigami agreed, glancing over at Chigiri, who was browsing another aisle. “I got lucky running into him earlier. He’s fast as hell, I’ll give him that.”

Bachira piped up from where he was lounging against a shopping cart. “Fast legs are good. Zombies don’t usually sprint like track stars, you know?”

“Not yet, anyway,” Isagi muttered grimly.

Meanwhile, Chigiri had wandered to the personal care aisle. The others’ conversation faded into the background as he scanned the cluttered shelves. Most of the bottles had been knocked over or spilled, but he managed to spot an intact bottle of shampoo. He grabbed it, flipping it over to check the label.

“This one smells nice,” he muttered to himself, then frowned. “No conditioner? Come on…” He crouched down, rummaging through the mess in search of a matching set.

That’s when he heard it—the faint, rhythmic thud of something against a door. His head shot up, his heart pounding. He turned slowly toward the back of the store, where a door was nudging open, inch by inch. A hand appeared, clawing at the edge.

His breath caught in his throat. “Oh, hell no,” he whispered, dropping the shampoo bottle.

Scrambling to his feet, Chigiri bolted back to the others. “Guys!” he hissed, his voice urgent. “We’ve got a problem!”

Everyone turned to see it: a rotting hand curling around the edge of the door, pushing it open wider. The low, growling of zombies followed.

“Fuck, they got in!” Chigiri yelled. “Run!”

No one argued. They bolted toward the front of the store, the sound of shuffling feet and snarls growing louder behind them.

“Go, go, go!” Isagi shouted, shoving Bachira forward when he slowed down to grab a pack of gummy bears.

As they sprinted outside, Kunigami stumbled, his weapon—a heavy pipe—clattering to the ground.

“Kunigami! What are you doing?!” Chigiri yelled, his voice sharp with panic. “Keep up!”

Kunigami hesitated, torn between leaving the weapon and grabbing it. With a curse, he snatched it up and ran, the zombies now uncomfortably close.

The four of them darted behind a parked car, panting heavily.

“Did we lose them?” Isagi whispered, peeking around the edge.

For a moment, the coast looked clear. Then he spotted it—the keys dangling from the car’s ignition.

“This car has keys,” he said, turning back to the others.

Before anyone could celebrate, another group of zombies appeared at the end of the street, heading straight for them.

“Get in the car!” Isagi yelled. “Let’s get out of here!”

The four of them scrambled inside, slamming the doors shut.

Kunigami sat in the driver’s seat. Isagi slid into the shotgun seat beside him, glancing nervously at the keys still in the ignition. In the back, Bachira plopped down behind Isagi, grinning as if this was just another fun outing. Meanwhile, Chigiri took the seat behind Kunigami.

“Okay, who’s driving?” Chigiri asked, his voice laced with urgency.

“Let Ichigo drive,” Bachira suggested casually, grinning at Kunigami.

Kunigami scowled. “Shut up!”

But he twisted the key anyway, the engine roaring to life. His hands hovered awkwardly over the wheel and pedals.

“What do I do?!” he shouted, panic setting in.

“Hit the gas and GO!” Isagi yelled.

Kunigami stomped on the gas, and the car lurched forward, nearly crashing into a lamppost before he corrected the steering.

“Damn, you don’t know how to drive!” Isagi shouted, clutching the door handle for dear life.

“OW! My head!” Bachira groaned, rubbing the spot where he smacked into the window. “Kunigami, are you trying to kill us before the zombies do?”

“Why does it feel like we’re on a roller coaster?!” Chigiri snapped, clutching the back of the driver’s seat to steady himself.

Kunigami shot them an exasperated look, his hands gripping the wheel tightly. “I haven’t gotten my license yet, so give me a break!”

Suddenly, a raspy groan came from the shattered window beside Chigiri, and he barely had time to react before a decaying hand shot through, grabbing a fistful of his hair.

“Shit! My hair!!!” Chigiri screamed, thrashing against the seat as he tried to pull away.

“Hold on!” Bachira yelled, grabbing a nearby empty soda can from the floor. With an enthusiastic swing, he slammed the can into the zombie’s wrist, knocking its hand loose.

The zombie let out a wet snarl, stumbling as the car sped up, leaving it behind.

Chigiri frantically tied his hair into a tighter ponytail, glaring at the still-grinning Bachira. “Next time, maybe check the windows!”

“Relax, you’re fine! Plus, I saved you. You owe me a snack,” Bachira teased, winking.

“Are you kidding me right now?!” Chigiri snapped, but he was too shaken to argue further.

Meanwhile, Kunigami wrestled with the steering wheel, narrowly avoiding another lamppost. Zombies swarmed behind them, but the car kept gaining distance.

Isagi groaned, burying his face in his hands. “We’re all gonna die, and it’s not even the zombies’ fault.”

a/n: lmfao, i tried my best. 🤣🤣🤣

[minlahzz]

amethio and silver with a kogal gyaru s/o.

requested

YEAH, YEAH! first time writing for silver in pokespe, a big roller coaster. this might be a bit ooc, also amethio's is set before episode 65. note this is strictly manga silver, not game silver! I apologise in advance if there's spelling mistakes i barely proof read.

— NOTE : LOWERCASE INTENDED

— AMETHIO

amethio is not one to judge, infact he's very supportive, because of his job he's seen many people with many different styles. he's seen many gyaru's before, so he definitely has common knowledge about why and how you guys do this style.

he'll try it, reluctantly and only once. you can put hair clips on him, and do his make up! he'll wash it off afterwards though, it's not that he doesn't like it, it's that he has a status to approve and the admins aren't really on friendly terms right now, sango would definitely love you if she found out you existed.

amethio likes to observe you doing your make up, he could watch you for hours and not get bored. and attentively too, he'd ask "what's that one for?" when curious what your make products do.

gives you random things at anytime cute key charms, hair clips, accessories, anything cute he's seen you look at before or bought. if you have pokemon yourself, he'll buy key chains of your pokemon to stick to your rotom phone. he'd use the reasoning "i saw this while on duty, and thought you'd like it" so sweet!

supportive, would volunteer to take your photos even if they look a little wonky... he's trying! he'll get better eventually and you'll have a portable camera director.

would jump everybody that gives you weird looks in his mind, judging is for ugly people.

— SILVER

when first meeting you silver did not judge or get weirded out, since its common around johto for girls to have this style. he found it pretty cool and charming.

please do geek out about your interests and things you'd want to do with your style, silver is interested and will definitely listen to your yapping spree.

tough to say, but silver would not try the style or would want anything to do with it. he doesn't hate it, but he's more comfortable wearing his own stuff. although if you give him something like a bracelet or hair tie he'll treasure it with his life.

he likes walking with you, and letting you go shopping! silver is technically a nepo baby so he has alot of money, and always volunteers to pay for you and your shenanigans. it's that whole scene you'd see a cute item and you ask him if he wants one. he'd go completely silent for a second thinking.

"hey silver, look at these silly phone cases!" you say, grabbing his attention. "a gengar phonecase?..." silver tilted his head, "no good?"

"If you want you can buy it, I don't really care." silver responds at you, as your pointing at the items. "but I wanna buy it for the both of us! we should get two, unless you don't like it?"

"no, no it's fine I don't really need one." he reassures, looking back at them and then your face second guessing what he said. right as you were gonna put the other one back to the rack, "you know what, I'll use it."

the sparkle in your eyes was so adorable, maybe he should give in once in a while...

silver wins the idgaf war, he'd use his phone in public with the phone case you bought! (with his money) even if gold asks him silver shrugs. "it's pretty cool." is his common response, another thing of winning idgaf war is that he's not afraid to approach somebody who was giving you weird stares.

[afsosville]

Spreading some Shen Jiu positivity coz I need it lol.

You know what's so great about Shen Jiu? It’s that we don’t have a clue what Shen Jiu would’ve been like if he had a chance to heal from his trauma or was equipped to deal with it. (That includes learning coping mechanisms that don’t involve lashing out on other people and getting the TLC he deserves.) We have already seen him at his worst, I wanna know what he’s like at his best!! The world nerfed him with trauma and angst coz it knew a Shen Jiu with mental stability would be a force to be reckoned with. He embodies the quote “Jupiter was meant to be a star but failed.” This is why I love Shen Jiu fics so much (at least the ones where he heals and all that). No coz I'm not getting over the fact that he used a powerful sword flying technique during the burning of the Qiu manor without practicing it first and only saw it once before just straight up pulling it out of his ass like- Or that he become a peak lord despite every fucking disadvantage thrown at him. Also! I'm pretty sure his spirit roots and cultivation talent was equal to, or even greater than Yue Qingyuan as a kid before it got ripped away from him LIKE WHAT- 

Everyone has their own interpretations of Shen Jiu’s character and it's nice to explore. Ofc I don’t like the way he is in canon. If he was a real person, yall would hate him too. I like Shen Jiu for the potential he had as a person and who he could’ve been. And I like coming up with AUs and ideas for how things could've gone differently for him because, for me, there's something so therapeutic about seeing/writing characters break cycles. Shen Jiu not having done so in SV had a narrative impact by emphasising how people display problematic and violent behaviours in response to trauma. That is why the protagonists and male leads of MXTX novels are written the way that they are, to contrast the villains. Characters like Xie Lian, Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian are examples of people coping with their trauma positively (semi positively if I'm being honest but the point remains). So excuse me for making Shen Jiu the protagonist in practically all the fics I'm working on lol.

Technically you can’t even say Shen Jiu is OOC for these kinds of SJ fics, coz, again, we don’t know what he’s like if he actually got the help he needed. There's this fic called Residing Over Autumn Leaves, where Shen Jiu’s personality is so malleable that he completely reflects the environment he was around in his earlier years. He suffers through a Qi deviation that actually erases his memories and he becomes a white lotus Jiumei. It’s because he was in Qing Jing peak most of the time and all his disciples and martial siblings protected him. And then there’s fics like The Hidden Flower, and the Memories Remembered series. Those speak for themselves. I'm assuming yall read them coz they're pretty much the most popular Shen Jiu fics on AO3 lol. 

Btw, I am NOT looking to argue with anyone over smt like this. Like YES I know what he did, and made sure I had that info (coz the spreading of misinformation is wild).

But I hope it's at least undeniable that he deserved to heal for what the Qiu's and Wu Yanzi put him thru??

[darkuselesssomebody]

𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 - slightly dark!steve murphy x reader

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words || 𝟛𝕜

summary || in which the reader parties a little too hard, and then gets the d.e.a. at her door.

a/n || this is for @toxicanonymity's boyd-a-thon fundraiser where $10 is donated to PCRF for every (up until 30 total) fic she gets about a Boyd Holbrook character. this is the link for more information on the writing event: boyd-a-thon!! I think it's so fun: building community, getting some great content and donating to a very worthy cause. if you're interested, please check them and the fundraiser out.

➵ warnings for specific content before the divider, please heed them

➵ technically ooc to steve in the show, and is set pre-connie, when he was working DEA in Florida.

➵ not proofread

➵ comment/message if you'd have a request

warnings || smutty/slightly dark

➵ !! reader is somewhat inebriated and is coaxed into compliance to a certain extent !!

➵ !! civilian/handcuffed criminal & officer power dynamic; ergo, abuse of power !!

➵ dubcon

➵ manhandling/cloth ripping

➵ abuse of power

➵ groping

she really wasn't the typical co-ed.

especially compared to her classmates, she tried so hard to stay away from the frat boys, the sweaty, horrible sex, and the copious amounts of substances. she'd promised her parents as much, and they'd threatened to otherwise cut off their support, so, she made sure to be as prim and proper as possible.

of course, she wasn't a nun. she drank, smoked if a cig was offered, had a few bad hook-ups, but come on. compared to everyone else? she was the virgin Mary.

and she'd told her parents as much, when they'd found out about her post-lecture activities.

unfortunately, that wasn't quite enough.

she had poured out her sorrows to her boyfriend- well, situationship - mark, as he kept instructing the bartender to pour her drinks, in the small, poorly lit, but quiet, bar.

"they won't pay my tuition or rent." she pouts, "I'll have to get an job, and then I won't be able to study - and then-" he shushes her with a sloppy kiss.

"you'll be fine." he assures, and she's just drunk enough not to realize he's saying that so he can get her into his bed faster.

it works, and, by one a.m., they'd gotten back to his, had sex, and she'd passed out. he wasn't a heartless bastard, though, he makes her some breakfast the next morning, and finally, properly, listens to her woes.

"i'm just so stressed. and I dunno if they'll - well… forgive me." she groans, rubbing her temples. he sighs, looking across at her contemplatively.

"you know what you need?" he muses, "to relax. thank god spring break is coming up, we should go somewhere." he suggests, squeezing her hand.

"somewhere? mark, the only place I can afford is the local diner." she scoffs, making him laugh, rolling his eyes.

"i'll pay for you." she blinks, looking up at him curiously.

"what?" she knew he came from a pretty well-off family, but that was a pretty big gift.

"yeah, c'mon. you've been such a recluse the last 2 years, s'what your friends say. let's go to Miami beach, hmm?" he smiles, hugging her as he noses up her neck. her face flushes, going warm.

"mi-miami b-beach? are you kidding me, mark? that's not you being good to me, that's - so expensive." he laughs at her worry.

"you're worth it." that makes her smile, "gotta make my girl feel better, right? besides…" his voice quietens conspiratorially, "I wanna finally corrupt you." laughing, she swats at his hands.

"corrupt? mark!" her tone is scolding, but it does little to deter mark.

"live a little, baby." he hums into her neck.

her face grows hotter.

"whatever you say."

--

miami was one of the warmest places she'd been to. always with a thin sheet of sweat, and always with one of those gimmicky, hand-held fans, she kept a firm hand in mark's to avoid the scammers, and worse, the creeps. he laughs at her apprehension, helping her into the taxi to their hotel.

it was small, with just a simple bed, but mark assured her it's fine because they'd hardly be there anyways. she wondered what that meant.

she immediately found out what it meant, that night, when mark drags her to one of the massive parties held at the nearby clubs and at the beaches. surrounded by primarily college students, mark keeps a hand on her hips as they navigate the party. "get a drink?" he shouts over the music and chatter, and she nods, pressed against him so she doesn't get lost.

she gets something with ice, not really caring about the actual drink - just needing to cool off. mark sways to the music, holding her close, and she giggles as he tries to get her to dance with him.

"c'mon, baby, loosen up." she pouts.

"I don't wanna sweat, mark." he laughs, wiggling his eyebrows.

"that's the whole point. besides, I'll have you sweating by morning, anyways." his tone drips with innuendo, and she rolls her eyes playfully, pushing away his face. he evades, dipping his head and playfully biting her jaw, making her squeak.

"loosen up." he insists, and she giggles.

"fine."

the night went on for way too long. after one drink, she started dancing with mark. after two, they started making friends. after three, they got invited to someone's hotel room, where she's already a little woozy from the alcohol and heat.

"you wanna try something?" mark asks, leading her into the hotel bathroom, and locking the door, "scored some nice shit for us." he grins, fishing a baggie from his pocket. her eyes widen in slight horror and significant shock.

"what the hell, mark?" she mumbles, lips a little numb, but he dismisses her with a wave of his hand.

"it's fine, baby, loosen up." she looks at him indignantly.

"it's not fine, mark! isn't it really addictive? and really illegal?" she hisses, voice lowered out of worry someone outside will hear them. he rolls her eyes.

"baby, I've been on this stuff with sophomore year, and you didn't even know. s'not that addictive, and you just gotta be a little careful. that's what you got me for." he pulls her into him, both of them leaning on the sink counter. "besides… you gonna rat me out?" he jokes, making her cheeks warm.

"no…" she murmurs meekly. he kisses her cheek.

"good! then we won't get in trouble. you trust me, right baby?" his voice has just that perfect mix of pleading and reassurance, and she sighs.

"yes."

"atta girl! you're in for the night of your life."

it wasn't the night of her life, it was a whole week. every day was the same routine, late morning with a greasy breakfast to combat the hangover, afternoon at the beach, early dinner, and the trawling for a party. they'd drink, dance, and then find a bathroom to fuck in, which wasn't too different than what they did on normal weekends, but this week, she had the added intake of coke to sustain the lifestyle.

it was euphoric, and unlike any experience she'd have. a little gross, what with the snorting, but mark wasn't too bad with the aftercare. he never told her where he got his supply, and she never asked. who'd she tell, right?

at least, that's what she figured until the party they were at got raided by the d.e.a. she squeals in shock as she hears the harsh shouts of some officers, and mark is quick to press his hand tightly over her mouth, pressing a finger to his lips to motion her to shut the fuck up.

he slowly readjusts her skirt to place it back above her hips, but it's a shoddy job, and they breathe into each other's mouths as they wait in silence, hoping the locked door will be inconspicuous enough that they can't get caught.

unfortunately not.

a sharp knock on the door makes her jolt again, mind already a little fuzzy from the start of the party, and the voice that accompanies it is as intimidating as she'd imagined.

"d.e.a., open up!" they command. she goes to comply, but mark immediately pulls her back, gripping her hard enough to hurt, making her eyes widen in shock. he looks at her with eyes saying what the fuck are you thinking?! and she looks back with i'm scared. the knocks don't stop, "want me to break this damn door down?" the voice threatens, and mark grits his teeth in annoyance as he secedes, unlocking the door.

a man - built, taller than her, maybe mark's height - with blonde hair and piercing blue eyes, raises an amused brow at the pair.

"look who we have here, brady." he tilts his head to call for his partner, who comes clambering back into the room, whistling in excitement.

"yeah, they'll do. c'mon, you two." he gestures mark and her to walk out, "we need to have a few words."

--

she was now sitting in the back of a cop car, handcuffed, feeling tears brimming in her eyes.

after handcuffing the two, steve and brady had flipped a coin to decide who got to interrogate the pretty little thing, and who got the dweeby boyfriend. brady's luck was really not on his side this week - even his cards had been screwing his over on his nights - and he rolled his eyes as he, rather forcefully, shoved mark in a patrol car.

steve grinned as he opened her door for her - almost like a gentleman - making sure she was nicely settled before starting the ignition.

she wasn't hurt, sure, but god, was she scared. she was always such a good girl - and she'd just gotten arrested?! halfway across the country, while on vacation?! she felt like a complete idiot, and she was starting to feel pretty bitter towards mark for even roping her into this.

her lip had quivered as she heard steve talking about his eta to the station, and she was now dejectedly tearing up at the thought of having this on her record.

she's a good girl.

that was what she was telling herself, and what steve was gleefully realizing, as he glanced back at her in the rearview mirror.

"y'ain't been caught up in this kinda stuff before, have ya?" he finally breaks the near-silence, and it makes her glance up at the little dit of his profile she can discern in the dark car.

"n-no, officer." she finally stutters out, throat dry. he notices, passing her some water.

"hot as a bitch, ain't it?" he hums, tone friendly, and it makes her soften as she gulps the liquid down.

"yeah… it is." there's another moment of silence, before she realizes they're coming to a stop. at a pretty abandoned street corner. she looks around, confused, before she sees steve turning in his seat to face her.

"why don't you an' I have a li'l chat right here, darlin'?" he proposes, and she immediately tenses in discomfort.

"wh… why not at the station?" he laughs, a little breathily.

"why would I go all the way to the station, when you can tell me what ya know right here, right now, without worrying yer pretty little head about yer record. ya do know coke abuse, now, that's a pretty serious crime, darlin'." he drawls, eyes grazing over her body. she bites her lip.

to have no real record of this? that would be amazing…

"um… okay? I guess, what - what did you wanna ask me?" she doesn't know if she can meet his eyes. it makes her core pulse.

"now, you don't look like you were the one gettin' those goodies. who was givin' 'em to ya, hmm?"

"my - uh…" she inhales sharply, unsure if she can rat out mark. she really doesn't want to; he's good to her. most of the time. "some guy at the party." it's not technically a lie, which makes steve scoff more pronounced.

"it was yer friend, darlin'. or was it boyfriend? based on that li'l bathroom debacle, seems like he's yer boyfriend." he teases.

her cheeks heat, flush obvious even though he can hardly make out her face, just from her shifting alone. why was she suddenly so shy about the label?

"it's not really like that…" and why is she trying to assure this officer that she's not taken?

"yeah, darlin', s'what I figured - after all, you're name's spillin' out of his mouth accordin' to my partner." her eyes widen in horror.

"wait, what?!"

"yeah, that's what he's sayin' - that ya went out back and then came in with a baggie." steve has to hide his smile, because he almost adores the little look on her face which tries - and fails - to conceal her conflicting emotions of betrayal, disgust and confusion. steve knows just why - mark probably isn't that type of guy. and Steve knows that, cause he just made that little tidbit up, "so, what's it gonna be, darlin'? i'd definitely have to take you in if my only talkin' witness says yer the culprit."

her eyes sting with frustration and fear, and small whimper of discomfort bubbles in her throat.

"fine, fine. it was him, he's been buying coke for most of the past few nights. but I don't know where he gets it from." she insists, deflating a little in the backseat. that causes steve to wave his hand dismissively.

"ain't gotta be worried 'bout that, darlin', he can rat out his own friends." he assures, before humming in satisfaction, "see? now, was that so hard?" his drawl is condescending, and she picks at a hangnail. "yer a good girl, darlin', ya shouldn't protect guys like that." he assures, nonchalantly tugging her fingers away from each other so she doesn't continue the fidget-y, destructive behavior. "what's he even got goin' fer ya fer ya t'wanna save his ass?" he muses, a predatory smile on his face. she thinks it looks cruel.

"he's not a bad guy, he's not some drug lord, he's just gotten too caught up in all-"

"s'he yer man?" he cuts through her timid explanations. he's asking again, with a direct purpose this time. "girl like you… he wouldn't know a damn thing 'bout handling ya." he teases, hands moving down from where he's keeping her fingers from picking at themselves, and onto her knees that poked out, bare, under her short, somewhat flowy dress. "ain't I right, darlin'? he could never treat ya right, could he?"

she stills in utterly shock, before sliding her ass back until it slammed the backrest, effectively jolting away from him. "what are you doing?!" she gasps, and it makes him grip her knees harder, pulling her towards him.

"s'okay, m'jus' talkin' ta ya, darlin'." he assures, thumbs rubbing circles into her skin to soothe her. it hardly works, and she feels a paradoxical discomfort in her throat and arousal between her legs. "answer me, then. he treat ya like ya deserve?"

her breath hitches, "I - i don't know what that means-" she admits, too flustered to even let out a coherent thought. he tuts in disappointment.

"then he's a bigger bastard than I thought. not worshippin' a girl like you…" he goes quiet, before a throaty groan leaves him. "it's a cryin', fuckin' shame." he grips her thighs so tightly that she winces, and the little noise is enough to make him go crazy. before she can process, he's out of the front seat, and climbing next to her in the back. her hands are stiff cuffed, and it allows him to move her body easily to be pressed against the opposite door, giving him plenty of room to slide in. "ya wanna have a real man, darlin'? tha's wha' it is? these fuckin' college boys should know better than to disappoint ya, huh - tryna play with the big boys with that li'l baggie you were snortin'?" his words are rough, heavy, fast and overlapping, and she's quickly overwhelmed purely by his presence. his mouth is on hers before she can stop him, but it doesn't exactly seem to him that she would have - the way her lips press back against his hungrily and her tongue flicks out curiously.

a soft moan escapes her, and he grabs the collar of the low-cut dress, ripping it straight down her middle. "oh my god-!" she tries to gasp, but his bruising kiss shuts her up as he gropes her breasts hard enough to make her whimper and squirm.

"thatta girl, wanna li'l rough lovin'?" his eyes are wild and ecstatic, looking down at her as he pants in anticipation. he slowly begins to undo his shirt, and her eyes widen as she follows the movement of his deft fingers down his button-up, greedily savoring the slivers of skin that are exposed underneath. he finally pulls it off, lean body more defined in the dim light of the back alley, shadows accentuating the curves of his biceps, as he places his hands on the door either side of her face, leaning down to mouth at her neck.

for a moment, it's romantic, and then, it's desperate. the taut skin of her neck is the meal to his starved kisses and bites, painful and arousing nibbles trailing down her neck and the newly exposed skin of her chest from where he'd ripped her dress.

"officer, wait-" he presses a hand quickly over her mouth - with the reflexes of a trained law enforcement agent - and the protest dies in her throat. she's almost grateful - she would have sounded like a right hypocrite when she inevitably moaned during her attempt at protest.

"don't ya say a word, darlin'. just stay sittin' pretty for me, hmm?" his voice is so rough that it's almost mean, but she nods obediently, letting him work his way down her body. she gasps as his tongue darts out and flicks once at the elastic of her underwear, body jittering in anticipation and needs.

"Murphy, come in." the crackle of his police radio snaps them both from their pleasure, and the both whip their heads to look at it. steve looks like he wants to murder something, blue balls making his muscles twitch. when he goes to ignore it and continue enjoying his lovely company, he has to resist the urge to shoot his partner when brady speaks again, "come in, murph, he gave us a lead on the supplier. they want us on it, now." steve thinks maybe he should finally get into that meditation bullshit.

he slams the car door shut as he gets out of the backseat, leg bouncing in annoyance and need. he lights a cigarette, before picking up the radio. "brady, I hear ya. we'll be there in 10." he clambers back into the car, slowly driving out of the alleyway, tapping on the steering wheel, antsy. realizing he's still taking her to the station, she exclaims an incredulous 'what?!'

"wait, but you said-"

"no one's gonna know about yer fuckin' drugs." he snaps, a scowl on his face. he glances at her nude body only lightly contoured with the scrappy fabric of her dress. he throws his jacket back her to cover herself up.

"then why am I coming with you?" she asks in a soft voice, more reserved and less emotional.

"you're gonna sit in my office, and wait till I get back from that bust, ya got that darlin'?" her eyes widen in shock, but the harsh look in his eyes tells her not to argue. the pulse in her core also reminds her of it.

"yes, officer." she mumbles.

"good girl."

[defender-of-jouvente]

HEY!!!!

Apparently this is what we're doing now? Making blogs? Or something. And I don't wanna be left out! So here I am!!!

I'm Isabeau (he/him), ex-defender from Jouvente, currently traveling with the Saviors of Vaugarde. Nice to meet you!

(Could you call this an Isablog....? Hehehe.)

Act Directory

Profile

{Rules/Info Below Cut}

hey! this blog is run by an anonymous user who shall, from here on out, be dubbed "mundie". it uses ze/they/he pronouns, and will occasionally use it/its pronouns for itself. it is a hobbyist roleplayer who tends to go overboard with things, and also has a degree in the arts i guess.

mun is an adult- indeterminate amount of years rp experience yadda yadda yadda. lets get to the meat of things.

this is an isabeau rp blog! while it's still in the early stages, it will have full game spoilers- not to mention the mun will talk ooc with the general regard that it's followers have, in fact, completed the game. please tread with caution if you haven't finished it yet!

(also technically an au)

majority of assets (as well as the game itself) used on this blog are directly from isat and thus made by insertdisc5 unless otherwise stated. things like sprites and portraits may be edited as i see fit.

instances of textboxes are put together in the ISAT Dialogue Maker.

blog tries to remain as accessible as possible, and all images will include ids in alt text (unless I forget). distorted and colored text will have a translation located in the tags. let me know what i can do to make this blog more accessible for you!

Anon: Off. Learn to respect my friends’ time and energy or die by my sword.

Magic!Anon: Currently not allowed, several stashed in inbox.

Interactions: Allowed and welcome! I may not get to every one, for a rainbow variety of reasons I won't get into. I will simply do my best! (Note: You don't have to be in the "group" listed below to interact! Come n hang!)

Plot: Currently in Act 1

Main Group: @a-traveling-star (King), @housemaiden-of-change (Noah), @studies-of-nothing (Nin), @snacksleader (Bonnie), and @loopadoop - check them out to get more context on the main story!

Rules:

No sexual content. Try to keep it PG-13 in that regard. Everything else follows the general standards of the actual game-- things may get heavy, so please take care!

No harassment. I feel like this won't exactly discourage any potential attempts, but its good to set boundaries. If I deem your ask legitimately hurtful I'm just gonna delete/ignore it. This includes transphobia, racism, xenophobia, etc etc.

This blog, as well as it's companion blogs, moves at its own pace. This is largely improv with some minimal planning for structure- we don't have every little thing planned, and we are pretty unfamiliar with each other and still adjusting, so scheduling may be messy. Please don't rush us! This performance is just as much for us as it is for you.

Try to stay on topic! Goofs are welcome, but try not to derail during plot/story heavy moments. Asks may be held in "stasis" until they are relevant if they don't match up with the current goings on.

Spoilers and potentially triggering content will be tagged as such. If you have something you need tagged, shoot me an ask and I'll do my best to cover it.

Joke asks are fine as long as you behave. Me n Isabeau both have thick skin, but try not to push it. I'm not afraid to put my foot down if you make me uncomfortable.

You can talk to the mod/mun, but I may not always respond. If something is surrounded by {} <- these brackets, that's probably me speaking. Remember to address me if you want to actually, like, talk to me. (I often reserve ooc asks for mundays unless its pertinent, so keep this in mind!)

i see you there motherfucker. yeah you. i see you. what are you doing here. i TOLD you there are spoilers dude. hitting you with my broom hitting you with my broom hitting you with my broom h

[ducky-dawn47]

Alright Ducklings, gather 'round! Its time for another big ol' Breakdown!

Lemme start with saying that while the Story itself is MOSTLY the same-

The fic's playlist is entirely different than the last post lmao, and the story has also grown and developed into something I'm really proud of, and can't wait to show you all :>

Let's start with the Season (what I'm calling the Arcs now) 1(Technically 2 in the Canon of the show)

"Rise of the Monkey Kid"

Themes: Greif, Worry, Self discovery, "Don't meet your heros", Revitalized Self Worth, "Legends in the Making"

OoC Quotes;

W: "HEEYYYY bud! How ya doin- OH MY GODS!?!?"

Mk: "MONKEY KIIIINNGGG... WHATS HAPPENING TO ME..!?!?

Mk; "I hate myself." M:mayhaps.. dont.. do that????" Mk: "wow, that is such a convincing argument! I don't now! :D"

Red: "my entire world has been shattered. My dissapointment is immeasurable and my day has been ruined. I should have killed you when I had the chance."

Mk: ".....butchaDIDINT-" *gets cut off by Red going for his throat*

UP NEXT! SEASON 2!(3 canonically to the show)

The first picture is focusing on the season itself (and how i have to write ENTIERLY out the ass for it bc wukong is NOT in fact missing and there the whole time and that changes- oh it changes so so much.)

And the second is the 'Season Special' with Lady Bone Bitch and her rabid dog of a Mayor.

Themes; learning to cope in a new environment, struggling with self worth (red son editon) Gay Panic, The closet is glass, NEZHA! :D, Mei is #1SpicyNoodlesFan, Oh- OH this monkey man is SO traumatized-OH.. OH THIS BULL CALF IS SO SO TRAUMATIZED-

OoC Quotes;

R: I am disgusting, no one could love this. *wake me up inside plays in the background*

Mk; MEEEEEE... CHOOSE MEEEEE PICK MEEEEEE-

Random Suitor; LOL fine if Sun Wukong is so hellbent on staying single for the rest of eternity.. How about you little champio-

*Is suddenly and inexplicably a pile of ash*

Mk: .....?

Red:......

Mk: "You wanna talk about tha-" Red: "NO."

Sandy; "Im so proud of you, Red Son! :D"

Red Son: *on the verge of ugly tears, SUpearl style* "th-thankyou..."

Up next! Season 3! (4)

The BIGGEST sonovabitch- Pictures in order are "Mk's Sweet 16! :D" "OH wow- Heaven fucking SUCKS-" And " MatPat styled; LOOOOOOREEEEE"

Themes; Growing up, the closet is the friends we made along the way, how WOULD a superpowered make-out session go..?, Learning to cope with who you are, learning to cope with who your PARENTS are, Heaven fucking sucks, Wukong you poor poor old man, FUCK 'EM UP, XIAOXIAO!! And lastly,

Death! :D

OoC Quotes;

Red; "....." Mk; "..? :3" Red: *squints* Mk: "You wanna talk about it now or-" Red: "YESIWANNAFUCKIGNTALKABOUTIT-"

Erlang: "Ah! Sun Wukong~! How lovley to see you this evening-" W: *very uncomfortable* Mk: *Looms behind baba, death for Erlang spelt CLEARLY in his eyes*

Erlang: "Ah, I see this Champion likes to bite, Let's hope he doesn't dissapoint tonight,Hm?"

Mk: "My entire life has been shattered. My depression is immeasurable and my day has been ruined. I should have killed more of you when I had the chance."

Celestial Court: "...Butcha-" Mk*LEAPS over the judge stand to throttle them*

And once again, to avoid spoilers, take it away, Mathew!

MP: "LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORREEEEE"

And Lastly!

Season 4(5)!!!

Themes; Macaque's ready to FUCK SHIT UP, The Courting Tournament! Reunion, The Things we do for Love, Mk please get a therapist after this good gods-

OoC Quotes;

Mac: "snakes... why did it have to be snakes..?"

Wukong: "Was i born to suffer?" Ducky: For me? Yes!

Mk: "Mama..?" Mac: "Son..."

Suitors: *planning diabolical spoilers for Red*

Mk: *Raging, but held back by Mamacaque.*

Suitors: *Plans also involve Wukong*

Mk: *turns to the side to find Macaque's GONE*

AND LASTLY...

The finale!

Themes; Just exactly HOW FAR can I push this little sunshine and stone monkey till it breaks..? Ugh, fine- FINE! You can have your husband back- Jesus. So whiny.(/hj)

OoC Quotes:

Dbk; "You have ruined my life, turned my son against me, and destroyed my marriage". W: "Uno reverse BITCH-"

W: "Ah, so this is what it feels like to give up? Hm. "

W: "I miss my husband, Mk. I miss him alot. I- I'll be back-"

W: "I've lost my dear husband, Mihou.." M: *behind him* "QUIT TELLIN' EVERYONE IM DEAD!" W: *Choking up* "SometImeS- I cAn stILL HEAR HIS VOICE-... W A I T-" *whips around*

*gay monkies kissing or whatever idk*

AND THATS IT! THATS THE PLAYLIST! NO- NO NEED TO LOOK BEHIJD THE CURTAIN CALL AHAHA....

WAIT-

Wait I CAN EXPLAIN-

ITS UH...

Uhhh....

*nervous sweating in Tumblr's TOS agreements*

F-FRIENDLY.. CUDDLING.. YES-

BUT ONLY IF YALL BEHAVE!

It will be a treat >:3

[da-birb-writes-sometimes]

The Song We Are Drawn Towards; Jade Leech

A song rests in the heart, calling out to the one who completes the harmony. Their match pulls at them, as the moon does the tide.

Main Character: Jade Leech

Supporting Roles: Floyd Leech, Mr Leech, Azul Ashengrotto

Content: Soulmate AU (I use the term soul match instead), gender-neutral reader, hurt/comfort, enemies to friends to ???, can be read as familial, platonic, or romantic and that was done on purpose, exploring different parts of Jade so he may seem OOC

Content Warning: self-doubt (Jade), injury & blood (Jade), some swearing, just general tweel things

Word Count: 5K

Author’s Note: Please do not repost my works to other websites or into AI software. I may or may not write parts for other characters; if you want to be tagged for those please let me know. I switch between third and second-person point of view, if that bothers you, sorry. Spell check done by Grammarly. Much like Azul's, this too was written in two or three days.

Azul's Story & Prologue | Floyd's Story

As a young mer, Jade would often listen in to what people had to say about soul matches. He would humour Floyd, and listen to him ramble about what his song and pull was like. For his twin, it felt like someone tugging at his tail playfully, and his song was like that of fireworks and twinkling stars in the night sky. It suited him; playful, full of wonder. And if Jade were to be honest with himself, he would admit that he was jealous of Floyd. That he knew, but didn’t want to admit, since then those jealous feelings would only continue to grow until he snapped out, and he didn’t want that to happen. 

“What about yours, Jade,” Floyd drawled out the question, peeking up from behind the bed. “Ya never share what it feels like for you. I wanna know about the lil siren song stuck in your head!~”

Jade put down the book he was reading and looked at his brother, pursing his lips into a slight frown. “You wouldn’t find it interesting, there isn’t anything to really say about it,” he sighed.

Floyd didn’t like this answer, and tugged at his brother’s tail fin rather harshly, threatening to tear at the caudal fin. “That’s not fair! I told you mine,” he whined. “It’s only fair if you share yours! We could even help each other out and hunt them down together!”

For as much as he enjoyed his company, Floyd could be as persistent about a topic he deemed as interesting as he was flippantly annoying at times. “Well,” he smacked Floyd’s hand away, smoothing over his caudal fin, “if yours is like a starlit sky, then mine would feel like a moonless, and starless one.” Void of any light. Void of any sound. Nothing but a gaping darkness where there should have been light. “Happy?”

“Hmmmm,” Floyd shrugged his shoulders and sank to the floor, busying himself with whatever had caught his eye. “Not really, but you’re being boring. Eh, whatever! When we find ‘em it’ll get twice as interesting.~ OH! Maybe one of them is a surface dweller! I wonder what their reaction would be to us!” He threw the toy he was playing with at his moping brother. “But you don’t need to worry, Jade, I won’t leave the sea!”

Jade sighed. He had only spoken about the lack of any sign that he had a soul match with his father. Not that he didn’t want to tell his mother, but he knew that she would take it harder than his father would. And saying that it was like the darkness of night without any light source was technically accurate, but Floyd didn’t have to know about this quite yet. He would tell him eventually, just… not right now.

. . .

The Leechs’ father could tell when something was off with Jade. He may have been good at hiding it from his brother, and masking from his mother, but the older eel-mer recognized that look well enough.

“Thinking about it again,” he asked, putting down some paperwork that could always wait. “You know, you can always talk to me, Jade.”

The younger eel-mer looked up towards his father, debating whether or not he wanted to reveal everything that has been weighing so heavily on his mind. “Is,” he paused, worrying over his lip with his teeth, “is there something wrong with me?”

Mr Leech got to his son’s level, and put a hand on his shoulder. “Nothing is wrong with you,” his voice was stern, but he knew that what Jade needed was reassurance, a steady anchor in the churning sea lest he be lost in it forever. “Some merfolk don’t have soul matches, and that is perfectly fine and normal.”

Jade opened his mouth and then closed it, eyebrows pinched.

“You have yourself, and you are enough as is. There is nothing wrong with you, even though at times you may feel that there must be.” He looked into his eyes, placing a hand on his cheek. “Also, you are in control of your life, Jade. You will form all kinds of different relationships, and you don’t need a soul match to determine that for you or determine your happiness or success in life.”  

Jade rubbed at his nose and placed his hand over his father’s. “Thank you, dad,” he whispered, as if he was any louder than that, all of those emotions inside would burst.

His dad pulled him in for a gentle hug, “And whenever you have a bad day, just remember that. And that you’ll always have me, your mother, and your brother.”

“I will.”

. . .

. . .

. . .

Jade was busy doing his morning routine. Taming down his hair, fixing up his uniform, and making sure everything was in order; that his courteous and carefully crafted mask was on. Since it was better to keep the less… appealing parts of himself away from the public eye. But the most difficult part of the morning has had yet to pass, waking up and dragging Floyd out of bed. Both of the mers were not morning people, but it was all a part of the experience of living on land and attending one of the best mage schools that Twisted Wonderland had to offer.

He opened up the blinds, letting in the weak sunlight. “Time to get up, Floyd,” he hummed, poking the mass of tangled bedsheets with one of his brother’s shoes that had managed to get on his side of the dorm. 

A golden eye glared out from beneath the sheets before turning back over. “Jus’ five more minutes,” Floyd groaned, pulling the sheets over his head to block out the light and his brother’s smug face. “Too earlyyyyy!”

“Tsk, tsk,” Jade tutted, grabbing the blankets and pulling them off, earning a loud groan and a tired yet irked look from his sleepy twin. “We both know that’s a lie. Now,” he grabbed a wayward lanky leg, yanking him out of bed, “up we get.” When did he get so heavy?

Floyd fell on the ground with an oomph, and shot his twin a venomous look. “Ugh! Fine,” he grumbled, rubbing his backside and making his way to the bathroom to freshen up. “Do ya think there’ll be any interesting guppies?~” He poked his head out, fighting with his uniform since over the break he had a growth spurt. 

Jade quirked a brow, looked over at Floyd and motioned for him to get back in the bathroom and fix his appearance. “The probability is high,” a sharp smirk graced his face, “especially since it means that we should have the chance to… manage those who fail their end of Azul’s little contracts.” He noticed in the reflection of one of his terrariums that his tie was crooked, leaning in, he fixed it. “That should be entertaining enough.”

“Eh heh heh!~ Squirming like a worm on a hook,” Floyd sang. He continued to busy himself with looking at least ‘halfway presentable’ by Azul’s standards, humming his and his soul match’s song under his breath, a dopey smile on his face. 

Jade could feel his mood sour a tad, but reminded himself that he shouldn’t be jealous of Floyd. Besides, he has fared well enough thus far without a soul match. He had his interests, his brother, an Azul to annoy and pester, and an entire world to explore still. New discoveries to be made. Plus, he had recently made a new terrarium and he could see the beginnings of new growth about to burst forth. He was content. Not happy, but content with what things were currently. He gently picked up one of the smaller terrariums, noticing it was looking a bit dry and in need of some extra water. As he was putting it back in its proper spot though, he froze, hand clenching the little glass in a vice grip.

He could hear singing. It was quiet, but it was still singing. And now it felt like the time that a foolish fisherman had gotten one of his lures in his fin, being pulled towards someone. The glass shattered, sending small flecks of blood and glass on his glove and the floor. But he ignored the stinging of his fingers and palm, all he could focus on was the song and the insistent tugging at his heart.

. . .

Jade had made it his personal mission since recovering from the shock of the sudden soul match, to make the singing in their head as loud as possible. To annoy them as much as possible. They had kept him believing for all these years that he was alone, so now they could deal with the consequences of their actions. Was it petty? Extremely, but Jade did it for another reason; if he was loud enough, eventually they would either seek him out to make the internal assault stop, or he would see them wince and he could make their life a personal hell in person. And he knew they were nearby, as the pulling at his soul felt the strongest when he made his way through the halls of the school. He could just follow the tugging, but he didn’t want to chase them down. He wanted them to seek him out.

Something irked him about this whole situation. And it was the fact that even though the singing in his match’s head was intolerable, thanks to him, the song in his head has yet to retaliate, still the pleasant background hum that it was on the first day. He has only heard it go up in volume a handful of times, but never to the volume of his. The tugging during those short outbursts, feeling like he was caught in the strongest gyre of his life, even though he was still on land.  

“Jade, are you paying any attention?” Azul quipped at him, snapping his fingers to bring the plotting eel out of his thoughts.

Jade shook his head, centering his thoughts to the present. “Ah, my apologies, Azul, my mind must have drifted elsewhere. Could you repeat what you just said?” He got caught up thinking about them again, and he bristled. Why should he afford them the luxury of even thinking about him?

Azul sighed and pushed up his glasses. “I said that due to the full moon next week, I won’t be able to look after the Lounge or dorm affairs. And we can’t just go about and hand over these duties to just anyone. So in short, the Lounge will be closed during the day and open all night.”

Ah, so that was what he wanted. “Is that your long winded way of saying that we will all be working midnight shifts,” he looked down at Azul, eyes searing.

“Azul is so meannnn,” Floyd appeared from seemingly nowhere, and tossed his arm onto Jade’s shoulder. “He doesn’t want to even find his cuttlefish! So mean, even to your soul match,” he bemoaned. 

Azul flushed blue at the pet name that Floyd had apparently dubbed his soul match, embarrassed. “I told you not to call them that,” he hissed, quiet enough so that no passerby was able to easily overhear. “Besides, only those who have found there’s or,” he glanced at Jade, “well nevermind the or. Those who still haven’t found their soul match won’t have to work the night. So stop your whining!”

Floyd rolled his eyes and got off of Jade. “Eh, still mean. Maybe finding your cuttlefish will change that?~” He leaned into Jade’s ear, making sure that Azul couldn’t overhear him. “Maybe his soul match will put him in his place.~”

Azul’s eye twitched, “Do you want me to put you on dish duty?” Whatever he was whispering was sure to give him a migraine.

“Do you want to buy new plates,” Floyd’s joking aura turned into something more menacing. He and Azul stared at each other for a few moments before Floyd apparently got bored. “Tch, whatever.” And he was off, as suddenly as he had appeared, slinking into the crowd of students that quickly got out of his way, lest they wanted his sudden mood swing to be directed at them.

Azul pinched the bridge of his nose, “So, technically you will be in charge of the Lounge this week.” Since you don’t have a soul match you have nothing better to do. He didn’t need to say it, but Jade could feel and infer the implication, and his left eye twitched slightly. 

He mentally smoothed himself down, hiding the momentary glimpse of weakness, of the mask slipping off. “Of course,” he voice was clipped, “you can rest assured that the Lounge will be properly kept to your standards.”

Azul gave him a look, but just summed up Jade’s odd behaviour as just a Jade thing. The eel-mer was never the easiest to read, even on the best of days. “Just no funny business, and do not turn the entire menu into mushroom dishes,” he huffed. He didn’t want to hear that revenue had been impacted by Jade’s hyperfixation on fungi.

“Half of the menu,” Jade bargained, sending a mocking polite smile towards Azul. Seeing him send him back a glare, he continued. “Afterall, Azul, you’re leaving me in charge. Part of that position includes overseeing the menu for the week. Besides, it would only be half. That should be a fair enough trade; you get to look for your match, I get a say in the menu.”

Why did the twins insist on giving him a headache at least once a day? “Fine, but only for this week,” he gave in. Jade pulled his weight in both his Lounge and vice-house warden duties, so he would give in to the eel’s demands this once. Besides, he wanted the same as Floyd; to find his soul match this year.

Jade chuckled, “Pleasure doing business with you, Azul. Please do keep me updated with how looking for your… What did Floyd call them? Ah, your cuttlefish, goes.” And he walked off before Azul could give him an earful of whatever it was that he was going to tell him. Perhaps staying at the Lounge should keep him occupied from thinking too much about his match. 

. . .

. . .

Ever since arriving in Twisted Wonderland, a song has played in your head. The first hour wasn’t horrible, just faintly playing in the corners of your mind. Sure it was annoying, but it was tolerable. But the faint humming soon turned into an assault, and you felt like you were standing next to the speaker in a concert. So, needless to say you were willing to do almost anything to make it stop. You’ve had a damn headache for weeks and no amount of this world’s version of Advil, Tylenol, or ibuprofen worked. How you haven’t snapped yet still eludes you, and you wanted answers. Now. 

Ace and Deuce were of little help, just giving you weird (Ace) and concerned (Deuce) looks. So you took it on yourself to get to the bottom of why this infernal song is playing on repeat while on full blast. This, naturally, led you to the library to hunt down some answers. Any students that rounded the corner you were in were quick to walk in the opposite direction, noticing the quickly building mountain of books, and increasingly irritated muttering. 

“AHA!” You shouted, finally finding something that looked halfway promising. A series of hissed hushing came your way but you shrugged it off, happy to finally find some answers.

“Humans may come down with peculiar symptoms should their soul match be of a different clan.” 

Soul match? 

“The most distressing of these symptoms can be found with those whose match belongs to the merfolk clan. As, until they find each other, they will feel like someone is pulling at them when there is in actuality, no one there. Some humans have also complained about the song that plays in their head, as some soul matches will purposely cause their song to be loud, as to remind their soul match that they are still out there. Waiting to meet them. 

A song rests in the heart, calling out to the one who completes the harmony. Their match pulls at them, as the moon does the tide.”

So this song that’s been driving you mad for weeks is due to your soul match? Someone who was picked by the spirit of one of the Seven; someone who makes you happy through a familial, platonic, and/or romantic relationship. Well two can play at that game. They messed with you for weeks, gave you headaches and migraines for weeks. The least you could do was to return the favour in full force. Bring it on, motherfucker.

. . .

Jade woke up, hissing. The faint humming in his head had exploded into loud screaming, but not out of pain or fear. No, it was spite and pettiness. Looks like his soul match finally had enough of the onslaught in their head, or finally figured out that they could control the song in his head. He would have been amused, finally feeling his match break their composure and disturb the harmony, but not in the middle of the night. Not the day before he would be forced back into the water during daylight hours and only being able to come out during the night. 

He glared up at the ceiling, gritting his teeth in annoyance. He really should have seen this coming, after all, he had been doing this to them for weeks, never once letting up on the deafening song. It was no use going back to sleep now, even if he tried. His soul match was too loud and angry to be ignored. Sighing, he pulled himself out of his sheets, spared a look at Floyd to make sure he was asleep, and went to the Octavinelle pools to try and cool off.

Slipping into the water, he shifted into his merform. The song was still loud as ever, but the coolness of the water helped take some of the pain away. He could always apologize through the song in their head, but he wasn’t going to back down from this battle. So he fired back, louder than them. It’s only fair.

The scream of the song halted for a second, and Jade smiled to himself, letting himself sink to the bottom of the pool. But that feeling of victory was short-lived, as the singing returned, this time hitting him like the sonar of a sperm whale, loud enough to make his eardrums rupture. He hissed in pain, letting his singing in their head cease, falling into something not as loud, but still noticeable. And as soon as it had started, the singing in his head changed to match the volume it was for them. What you do to me, I’ll do to you. Is the message he guessed they were sending.

Still in pain, he decided to lessen the volume in his soul match’s head to a pleasant humming, and they soon did the same for him. And so, he sat at the bottom of the pool, looking up into the faint blue filtered light from above, and let his soul sing for him. It conveyed loneliness, jealousy, hurt, confusion. Everything that has plagued his mind, all of the things he kept bottled up, was sung and put out into the open.

The singing in his head changed too, they were also confused, lost, and unsure what any of this meant. Nothing was said, but the emotion carried through. Both of them were like that for a while, humming their emotions and thoughts to each other. This continued until the slivers of sunlight filtered through, and cast their golden beams into the water.

Another set of mismatched eyes peered down from above, noticing that his brother was singing, finally singing for the first time. Floyd memorized the lyrics, and he swam silently to the other side of the pool, letting his brother be, and coming up with a plan.

. . .

. . .

. . .

Someone was knocking insistently at your door. You grumbled, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. Whoever it was might want to have a good reason to wake you up from the dead of sleep. The song in your head hummed, like it was chuckling at you. You sent a sharp note through their head in return. The knocking persisted, threatening to take the door off its hinges if you didn’t hurry up and open it already.

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” you yawned, cracking the door open so you could at least put a face to the intruder before letting them in. “Floyd?”

The person knocking at your door at this ungodly hour was none other than Floyd Leech, looking way too chipper for this time of night. “Heyya, Shrimpy!~” How could he still have all this energy at this hour? “Come on,” he grabbed you by the arm and dragged you behind him without explaining any further in typical Floyd manner.

You dug your heels in, but it didn’t stop him. “Where? It’s night time, I wanna go back to sleep,” you protested, sending him a groggy glare. Either you could walk with him, or he would get tired of pulling you along and throw you over his shoulder.

Floyd decided to actually answer your questions for once. “We’re going to the Lounge, silly Shrimp!~ Silly, silly Shrimpy,” he said, still tugging you along behind him.

“Why? And why couldn’t you let me change into something else,” you pointed down to your sleepwear. “Also, I thought the Lounge wasn’t open this late?”

“Eh, Azul wanted to still ‘make some revenue’ and ‘benefit from matches finding each other and wanting to share some food together’ so the Lounge is open at night this week. Come on, hurry up! I wanna go bug Jadeeee!~” And up you went, there was no use in protesting or fighting him, so you accepted your fate as the eel’s human tote bag.

You sighed, and hummed the little tune of you and your soul match under your breath. The song in your head hummed along, harmonizing the melody. You couldn’t see Floyd’s face, since you were currently getting a great view of the ground passing by, but he wore a large and smug smile on his face as he quickly made his way to the Mostro Lounge.

. . .

The Mostro Lounge was quiet, a few new soul matches occupying some tables and chatting, and the small waitstaff team going around and seeing if they wanted anything from this week’s limited menu; The Moon’s Harmony. Jade stood behind the counter, making sure that everything was going smoothly while Azul was out. And so far it was, although it was the first night, but so far so good. During moments when there were no customers, Jade would test the waters with his match, letting the song go up in volume until they retaliated. He would shake his head and silently chuckle to himself, ears still ringing from the other night from when they had enough with his petty shouting in their head. They had some spunk, he’d give them that. It was quiet tonight in his head too, his match most likely asleep at this hour, so he was surprised to hear the annoyed grumbling in his head.

He decided to get cheeky, since things were pretty boring on his end, and he received a sharp note in return, making him wince. Even when half-awake they could still tell him off. He went into the back and busied himself with cleaning up a few dishes, letting his mind wander about. The pulling at his soul was the strongest this week, and he wanted to follow it, but he still wanted them to find him. For them to make the first move. For them to choose him. Sighing, he put the plate he was working on to soak in the sink.

The line pulling at him went taut. The singing in his head getting louder, but not from his match willing it to. They were close, closer than ever before. He exited the back, and came to stand behind the counter, looking out for any familiar or new faces. Still the same customers as before. Strange, he could have sworn that-

“Jadeeeeee,” a flurry of teal hair burst through the door. “I missed youuuu!~” Floyd sang, but Jade just cocked a brow at his brother’s entrance. “Also,” he tossed you onto a sofa, “I brought Shrimpy with me!”

Jade glanced at you, noticing that you were still in your pyjamas. “Ah, hello, Prefect,” he said in his usual polite and proper way. But his mind was elsewhere, the pulling and singing at the forefront of his mind. “Strange for you to be up at this hour, no?”

You straighten yourself out, and suppress a yawn. “Hi, Jade. Wasn’t really my choice,” you shot a look at Floyd, “I was just dragged along for the ride.” The singing in your head was also getting louder, and you felt like you were being drawn towards a magnet. Where are you?

Floyd’s eyes kept on going between you and Jade, and a frown formed on his face, apparently not happy with the results that he got. “I could’ve been out searching for my match, but Shrimpy is just so much fun when they get mad,” he flung himself across your lap, effectively trapping you there. His eyes shone, and he sent a wink at you. “Say, what’s that song you’ve been humming, huh, Shrimpy?”

“It’s nothing,” you state, knowing that once Floyd found out you had a soul match, a mer no less, that he would make your life a living hell… Well, more so than he already did. And you didn’t want both Floyd and Jade on your case or interfering with you or your match’s lives.

This interested Jade, who was still watching from the counter. The song in his head sounded annoyed, and tired. “Nothing you say,” he stayed where he was, watching your reactions carefully. “Do you know of soul matches, Prefect?”

You kept a neutral expression, “Just some of the basics.” The song in your head was curious, something must have caught their attention.

“But Shrimpy, you have a song in here, don’t cha?~” Floyd pointed to his head, and pointed to your’s. A shit-eating smile took over his face, “You have a soul match!!!~ Shrimpy and a mer, sitting in a tree-”

You pushed Floyd off of your lap unceremoniously, hoping he wouldn’t finish the rest of that lyric. He shot you a look, but rolled his eyes and got up from off the ground. “Well maybe if you leave me alone for a minute I can go find them,” you muttered. “And no,” you spat, “you aren’t invited.”

Jade seemed satisfied with this, and went back to see if anything needed to be looked after. Come find me, he sang in their head.

But what about choosing? You sang back. 

He looked back out, noticing that both you and Floyd were gone. Choosing? That can come later, we haven’t even met yet. Or at least I don’t believe we have.

You were being dragged again by Floyd, this time to the pools. Where can I find you?

Jade sighed, loosening his bowtie. Just follow the song. Follow your soul. Then you will find me.

. . .

. . .

You were floating in the Octavinelle pool, trying to relax. Tring being the main word, as Floyd was hell bent on spending time with you tonight. Not to mention, through the exchange of your song, your soul match has been loud, not to the extent of the first weeks, but still loud enough where they couldn’t be ignored.

Find me.

Floyd splashed you, trying to get your attention, masking the extra ripples from someone else entering the pool, and hiding your form from them. “Shrimpyyyy,” he whined, “come on! Sing your song! I won’t tell anyone! I’ll even sing you mine!” He swam up next to you, “Maybe that will help you find them.”

Find me. “I need to find them on my own, Floyd,” you sigh, knowing it was true. Find me. 

“Eh, you’re boring,” he sighed, and dived down into the depths, disappearing.

You swam over to the side of the pool, feeling like you were being drawn down, your song the loudest it has ever been. Find me. Taking a deep breath, you centred yourself and dived down, following the pull and the song, only coming back up for quick gasps of air.

Meanwhile Jade was stretching out his tail, and humming his song. He felt something tugging at him from above. Looking up he saw a figure breaking the surface. Find me. The pulling was from them. They had actually come looking for him. But he stayed where he was, watching from below.

You took in a few short fast breaths before taking in one last large one before diving down again. Find me. The singing was loud, the pull guiding you to the bottom of the pool. There, you could see a figure. Find me. You feel your lungs start to burn, but you had to reach them. As you continued down you finally saw each other. Two oh-so familiar mismatched eyes glowed from the depths, and Jade’s skin was glowing faintly from his own bioluminescence.

Jade looked back at you, despite being out of your element, and in your pyjamas, he looked at you in wonder. He snapped himself out of his own thoughts though and hauled you up towards the surface, where you promptly gasped for air, and coughed out a bit of water. He waited for you to catch your breath, patting your back gently. Not saying a word, waiting for you to make the first move.

“I found out,” you coughed, looking at him, finally feeling like your soul had found home.

Jade wiped some water from your face, “I’m glad you finally did.”

. . .

Bonus!

Floyd watched from below, “Heh, took them long enough. Welcome to the family, Shrimpy.”

Fin!

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[zeravmeta]

Thoughts on RvB Restoration Finale

not really that long just my 2 cents

I wanna say I liked the movie because I did enjoy myself watching it, but honestly I'm very much gonna stick to the RvB17 open ended finale

Overall the movie was... ok? It wasn't unwatchably bad the way RvB Zero was but it also just made a lot of choices that I disagree with fundamentally both with the writing and the core themes of the series as a whole. I've had this take ever since RvB14 on the fanbase and the writers but this movie flat out says it:

The writers are fucking unable to let go of PFL and Chorus in a meaningful way.

For a series thats core message is about saying goodbye, they literally dont let that part of the show die. They are functionally unable to let go of the past peaks of the franchise and write something new. And I get it: RvB fundamentally cycles with its storytelling, but what was so refreshing to me about RvB14-17 was that it actually progressed itself Past those peaks of RvB10 and 11-13 (and honestly people REALLY dont appreciate the good in those later seasons). It felt like a natural (if wacky) progression, and it definitely wasnt perfect but it gave the extended cast more opportunities to shine in ways we didnt appreciate before

This movie just doesnt do that? Honestly the fact that they KILLED Sarge and Doc was so... disrespectful to me? Like not in the sense that it was as bad as how RvB Zero (fake) killed Tucker, but more like it felt like the writers killed them off because they were following a book titled "How To Write Story" and saw 'killing off characters is good writing'. Sarge got a dramatic send off that also didnt feel that impactful? And I did see it coming from the start but having Doc be Washs' guilt haunting him just left a bad taste in my mouth.

Its a really self contained story, a whole bunch of characters outside the main 3 reds and Caboose felt ooc, a good chunk of characters dont even show up (dude where was DONUT??? youre telling me he only has 5 seconds in Simmons' mind in a cheerleading costume?), it was composed of like 3-4 sets total, Carolina, Tex and 479er all just kind of Show Up to be badasses in the way The New Person would show up in an MCU movie...

Honestly watching this movie I kind of felt like it would have a twist ending. Like the credits would play and then itd zoom out to show the Reds and Blues post S17 in a movie theater watching this dramatic finale, because thats honestly what it felt like: The whole movie was a cheap facsimile of RvB as a whole. The fact that Trocadero wasn't allowed/signed on to make the music for this finale really does influence this movie, since they used a whole bunch of songs and osts that felt out of place (though I will admit Vale Deah softly playing as Grimmons said goodbye to each other did make me choke up a little)

Despite my negative review, I do still recommend watching it, since there was stuff I did like: Simmons in a leader role, Tex and the fun reveal during her fight with Tucker-Meta, Grif FINALLY getting to retire, Caboose as a whole was really well written, there IS good in this movie! And again it's not unwatchable bad, it just... kind of leaves a somber, sour taste in my mouth. This movie threw a whole bunch of stuff to the wall not to see what would stick but to break it all and leave for the insurance money. Just a "hey since we're sinking might as well make all these callbacks and break a bunch of stuff along the way."

Welp. Goodbye, RvB. At least this way I know that RT dies without riding your coattails any longer. And hey given that RvB technically has 3 endings (RvB17, Zero and RvB19) you can just take your pick on what you like best anyways. Quick edit no jutsu I forgor to mention there is the sequence at the beginning of the movie where it is implied RvB19 COULD also be one of the simulations in and of itself so. yeah you can in fact just take it as you will

[sonic-wachowski-hedgehog]

Hey crew, total ooc post here. I was coming off a high fever when I made the blog so I forgot to make this my initial post but I'll be blunt and honest. I'm an adult and as an adult I've got rules. I'm fine with romance between characters but I will not do any kind of NSFW rp. I can not guarantee the person I'm rp'ing with isn't a minor. If a blog I normally interact with is making those posts that's fine, I just won't interact with them. Also, my portrayal of Sonic is as his age in the movies 15-16 years old. (Yeah I know if we wanna get technical he's 34 but there's a split between the introduction of classic sonic, modern sonic and then you've got the Sonic Cinematic Universe which is split between the shows and movies so that's a third split so he's still a teenager to me)

But yeah. That's my big post. Anyways I look forward to interacting with all of you!

[avionvadion]

Am I the only that found the canon explanations for why the characters go to Playful Land and are in town for the Nightmare Before Christmas event extremely forced and almost OOC in some cases? Yuu, Adeuce and Grim deciding to randomly hang out with Floyd seemed random, especially since they never spent time together before. Leona, Jack and Vil don't seem like the sorts to decide to go there, even the explanations the game provided. Those aren't even the half of them. Are you planning to handle that differently in yours?

....Probably??? I'm sorry. I really do think it makes sense, because they're all connected through each other- Floyd through Ace, Leona through Jack, and Vil through Ortho (as it technically is taking place after Book Six since Ortho is a proper student at the time of this event).

Yuu and Grim are friends with Ace, who both went to support his Basketball Club event. Floyd is in the basketball club with Ace. Leona went to keep an eye on Jack because he knew Jack wasn't acting like himself (literally points out that Jack is acting out-of-character and that it's suspicious) and Vil goes to keep an eye on Ortho, who is, at that point in time, part of the film club, because everything he was told Fellow had said sounded highly suspicious but the fact that Ortho couldn't detect any lies was even more so. Jade and Floyd live for the excitement.

Any changes out of character are pointed out by other characters and are acknowledged to be a result of Fellow's Unique Magic. As we have other characters (Jamil, Jade, Ruggie) who can control minds and/or bodies, it's not that much of a stretch.

I don't really think it's random/forced at all. Everyone is connected via through clubs, childhood friendships, or family, and any and all oddities in personality are pointed out and acknowledged by other characters, and are then explained to be the result of someone's magic.

As for if I'm going to handle anything different...

Ortho and Vil.

As I'm going to be writing it after Book Two that means Ortho is not an official student and is therefore not part of the Film Club, and has little to no connection to Vil. I might have to have Vil get involved through Jack. Vil and Leona have a habit of bickering, and Vil and Jack are childhood friends.

Now, for Nightmare Before Christmas' event.... eh, maybe a little. I haven't gone ham in my notes about the plot for it yet save for my Skully rewrite so I don't remember the explanations for them all being there very well. (Save for Riddle and Trey, Malleus and Sebek, Idia, and... I wanna say Vil and Epel??? OH WAIT Jade and Azul I remember too. Wait, is that all of them??? OH JAMIL. Jamil lost Kalim, I think???)

Hold up...

Riddle and Trey- mannerism books for Adeuce (and Sebek).

Malleus and Sebek- invited Yuu because Mr. Horns wanted to look for something new to read and Sebek tagged along.

Vil and Epel- the former lent the latter some of his old text books, I think, and they went to get copies of them since they're not in most stores nowadays???

Jamil- something something, lost Kalim

Idia- MANGAAAAAA.

LEONA. Why is he there???? I don't remember.

Azul and Jade- looking for Halloween books.

AHA THAT'S ELEVEN. Okay, so the only one I don't really remember why he's there is Leona. Hmmm. Oh well. I'll figure it out. I'm going to have to rewrite Azul and Jade's reasoning for being there, anyways, since I'm going to have it take place in November after Book Three.