#MC is currently challenging the claim

[marathedemonoverlord]

Yalls you ever develop pattern of interactions with the characters in OM?

Like for instance with Lucifer I'm either snarky tender or shy and as such whenever there's a moment in game where I feel scared or get the option I hold his hand (Like in OG OM before you reveal going to the attic you have the option to hold his hand and I always take those options because it makes me feel safer)

Okay but then I just tried that in Nightbringer and the dude is like "The fuck you doing?" And I'm just like "Oh... Sorry force of habit." Like OOF. Hand privileges are revoked and I'm feeling it now (ಥ ͜ʖಥ)

Damn it now I get those sad fics where MC is distressed their Demon homies don't remember them 😔

[acciotaitlynn]

could you write a smut fic about cat!xavier in heat after mc come home from a long day of work? like him being super needy and begging mc to help him!

Hiii! Thanks for requesting (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) I started on this the day before your ask came through; it was meant to be. I don't mean for xavier to keep taking priority with requests, you guys, I just love writing him so much 😩

₍^. .^₎⟆♡ xavier⤷fem!reader

₍^. .^₎⟆♡ sexual content, 18+, zero plot; pure filth, oral;꒰f&m receiving꒱ fingering, (maybe too much) kitty ear/tail/fur play, jealous/needy xav, marking/claiming, exhibitionism, hints to gaslighting & manipulation (but like cute manipulation bc it's xavier yk🥴) a lotta purring, low-key breeding kink, angel/bunny/baby used, no protection, kitten lickss, very faint reference to sexual assault, it's super soft, Jeremiah and his cat appear, loosely based on xai's floof attack memory, no thought went into this i was just horny and wanted to comfort him 🙈

₍^. .^₎⟆♡ 5.5k wc

Jeremiah’s shop is a welcome sight as you round the corner, each step bringing you closer to the person you’ve been aching to see. Despite only three days passing, the longing for Xavier has been more drastic than usual. His pouty face lingers in your mind, mixing with the distress that clouded his eyes when you explained that he couldn’t join you on your sudden business trip.

The casual facade you tried to show when you left him was challenging to conjure and even harder to maintain. Each word spoken felt like a tiny dagger to your heart, and every droop of his cat ears wrapped worry tightly around you. Xavier’s vulnerability, a side of him you’re not used to seeing, tugged at your heartstrings. You know that even without his evol, he’s undoubtedly capable of self-protection, but his current state made you acutely aware of the potential risks in your absence. The newfound separation anxiety, forgetfulness, and his increased tendency to doze off had made leaving him unbearable. If it weren’t for your team needing your assistance on the mission, you wouldn’t have left him at all.

The memory of his guilt trip while packing lingers, his intention clear as day as he adorned that adorable gaze, his cat ears drooping in sync with his mood. “Staying home. Alone. What could possibly go wrong?” His glare is petulant as he crosses his arms and avoids your stare. “The worst that could happen is I get so absorbed in grooming myself that I forget to eat. Or maybe I’ll end up chasing birds on the rooftop. Or possibly someone will whisk me away and make me their cat instead…” 

Although the last comment pissed you off, understanding Xavier’s struggle in managing his feline traits prompted you to let it slide.

But when his behavior shifted to ignored calls and curt responses, you began to wonder if what you perceived as neediness was actually a subtle warning. 

You enter Philo, the gentle tinkling of chimes accompanying the closing door. Jeremiah’s face lights up with a welcoming smile when he sees you. “Back so soon? ” he asks, spinning you around in a warm hug.

“I caught an earlier flight home,” Returning the embrace, you scan the shop for Xavier, the knot of anxiety within you tightening painfully.

Sensing your unease, Jeremiah adds, “Xavier left earlier this morning with the cat. He mentioned something about getting ready for your homecoming party.” Pausing, his brow furrows before he continues, “But he didn’t appear too celebratory when he left...” Nausea washes over you, making it difficult to question Jeremiah further as it renders you speechless.

As you seek out Xavier once more, he steps into the shop. The sunlight briefly conceals his expression, but the irritation in his eyes is evident when he notices your proximity to Jeremiah. 

Jeremiah gives a knowing chuckle, casting an amused glance at Xavier. “I think that’s my cue to leave,” he remarks, drifting toward another customer as his cheerful voice fades away. 

As Xavier approaches you, his gaze unreadable, a surge of warmth washes through your entire body. Dressed in a finely tailored dark blue butler uniform, he exudes an irresistible charm, his fluffy tail swaying and cat ears flattened back. The playful kitten in his arms squirms eagerly, yearning to greet you. 

Xavier’s demeanor remains composed and casual, yet his telltale ears and tail betray his true emotions. Each irritated flick of his tail heightens your concerns, tugging at you to reach out, but his aloof facade grounds you. “Decided to explore a new career path while I was away?” you playfully jab.

Indifferent, he nods toward the kitten. “You liked the outfit he wore when you dropped me off. I thought another set wouldn’t hurt.”

Your gaze narrows when you notice the kitten’s lack of matching attire. “Xavier… where are his clothes?” 

His feigned innocence is impressive. “None of them fit anymore. Perhaps I’ve been too generous with treats.”

You hope it’s a jest, though Jeremiah’s pet does appear slightly plumper.

Unable to resist the kitten’s cuteness, you offer a soft smile, reaching out to stroke its tiny ears. But Xavier abruptly sets the animal down with a hint of annoyance. His sulky expression tempts you to tickle his ears, but he pulls away just in time.

Heading toward the door, he casually suggests, “The plants in the greenhouse need watering. Do you want to help?”

Following along with an exasperated sigh, you draw near, attempting to bridge the gap between you. “How did the mission go?” Xavier inquires, his gaze fixed on the vibrant flowers gracing the pathway.

His carefree attitude prompts a desire to downplay your worry and declare that you didn’t miss him. However, as he holds open the door, his azure eyes fixed on you expectantly, the truth spills out, your rational side consumed by his beauty.

With a tender smile, you brush his hair back. To your surprise, Xavier lets you, leaning subtly into your touch. “The mission was successful, but… I really missed you.” Your voice trails off. Practically ghosting you for three days doesn’t exactly point to him missing you, too. Acknowledging your feelings without reciprocation leaves you feeling exposed.

He returns your soft smile as you pass under his arm, the greenhouse instantly enveloping you in a soothing floral aroma. Typically a sanctuary for you, Philo’s serene ambiance draws you in, even without Xavier.

But not even the well-tended plants that ordinarily bring you peace can alleviate your current unease. Your stomach flutters with nerves as you observe Xavier moving about the room.

Though he wrestles with the anguish and confusion reflected in your eyes, Xavier’s own pain at being left behind overshadows it. He understands you didn’t have a choice; Jenna and the team needed you. But that understanding does little to soothe his feelings. He needed you, too—primarily for cuddles and company—but that’s beside the point. 

Xavier’s meticulous care for the plants contrasts sharply with the cold demeanor he directs at you. As you tend to a patch of flowers beside him, you pointedly avoid his gaze. “I understand you’re upset… But did your grudge have to involve forgetting me for the entire trip?” The hurt in your voice is unmistakable, mirrored by the frustrated tears misting your eyes.

Crouching down to water a low shelf of succulents, Xavier remains silent for a moment before murmuring, “You’re the one who forgot about me.” 

You sit on a nearby bench, offering a soft smile when he finally meets your eyes. “That’s not possible, Xai.”

He scowls at an innocent patch of flowers, his tone dry as he pouts, “When you arrived, the first thing you did was greet Jeremiah and try to pet other cats.” 

Gently taking his hand, you pull him closer, your gaze understanding as you let your fingers trace his cheek. As much as you want to tease him for his jealousy, his endearing expression makes it impossible. Instead, you reach out, delicately scratching his cat ear as you gauge his reaction.

Eyes fluttering shut, he purrs and leans into your touch before his sultry gaze meets yours again. “So you remembered to be gentle with my ears…” he murmurs, giving you another adorably sulky look.

You grow bolder, your nails scratching the soft fur at the base of his ear a little harder, pulling a sharp gasp from you when Xavier moans and guides your hand to his cheek, nuzzling into your warmth. As you brush your fingers over his lips, the desire to draw closer overwhelms you, but his comment from before still lingers in your mind.

“Well, if you didn’t forget about me, there must be another reason for ignoring me. Maybe you did find a new owner,” you trail off, casting your gaze away. 

Xavier looks taken aback, regret clouding his features. “I shouldn’t have said that,” he begins, moving between your thighs and wrapping his arms around your waist. 

Pouting, you mumble, “Well, did you find someone, then?”

His expression is as tender as his kiss. He shakes his head. “No, I waited patiently for my caretaker to return to me.”

Your breath catches at his touch, needy and demanding, gripping your waist and pressing his tongue into your mouth. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you kiss him back eagerly, your hands unable to resist his fluffy ears. Brushing your fingers along the soft edges, you bite and suck on his plump lips, greedily inhaling the smooth sounds that escape him. You trail your nails down the back of his ears, slowly reaching the base. Gripping his chin, you guide his glassy gaze to yours, thumb sweeping over his skin as you admire his flushed face.

“Is this helping?” you murmur hopefully as Xavier pulls your thumb into his mouth, licking and nipping at it before responding, “Mmm, it’s nice… but this isn’t what I’m looking for.” Guiding your hand along his body as he stands, his tone turns almost cocky as he looks down at you. “You’re good with cat butlers. You don't need any hints, right?” 

Smirking, you playfully scratch at his chest while pressing your breasts together and gazing up at him. His eyes drift to your exposed skin as he tucks a lock of your hair back, murmuring, “I guess you know exactly how to get a cat purring, huh?” He moves your hand lower, hovering it over his erection. “Why not try here?” he suggests.

Hesitant, you glance toward the door, picturing Jeremiah walking in with your hand on Xavier’s cock.

Xavier brings your gaze back to his, his demeanor shifting to possessive. “Let him walk in. I saw how close he was to you… How his face lit up. I think he needs a reminder of who you belong to.”

He squeezes your nipple through your dress, tugging a little before giving your breast a light smack. Frustration builds within Xavier as you continue to deny him. His ability to temper his neediness and jealousy has left him entirely. But he finds he quite likes having an excuse to indulge this side of himself. Fingers tangling in your hair, he tilts your head back, guiding your gaze to his. “You want to take care of me, don’t you?” he murmurs. 

Your heart races as you nod, allowing him to cup your hand over his length. You begin to stroke him, watching as he bites his lip to hold back a moan. Kissing along the fabric of his pants, your hands inch up to his zipper. But your fingers hesitate, your gaze finding the door again—the thought of someone actually walking in churns uncomfortably in your gut. But Xavier is too tempting to resist.

Your lips trail over his satiny skin, tongue eagerly licking up the pretty beads of precum dripping down. Humming happily at his taste and the heat of him on your tongue, you cup his balls, squeezing as you murmur, “You always taste so good…” 

Genuine sadness colors his voice as he whispers, “I didn't think you’d really leave me like this.”

As you study him, guilt swells at the hurt you’ve caused, intentionally or not. You spread his precum around and stroke him gently, kissing the tip of his cock. Your voice is warm and earnest as you tease his skin. “I shouldn’t have—I’m so sorry.” 

Your lips suction around the head, drawing out more of his salty, sweet taste before you meet his eyes and murmur, “I didn’t want to leave you behind… I missed you so much.” He gasps as you take him deep down your throat, his tail swishing happily before wrapping around your waist. 

Seeing him standing over you, his eyes slamming shut as his head falls back in pleasure fills you with unparalleled ecstasy. He relaxes as you take him, gripping your hair tenderly, his lips parted and breaths quick as he murmurs, “I hope Jeremiah walks in right now. I want to show him how good I make you feel just by letting you suck my cock.” 

Noticing your hand slipping under your dress to play in your slick folds, he tilts his head slightly, his soft voice sending chills down your spine. “Can I see what you made for me?” Blushing, you hold up your sticky fingers, showing him how the slick clings to your skin. With a pleased groan, he combs his hand through your hair, cupping your cheek as he murmurs, “Now clean them up.” You obey happily. 

Xavier’s eyes darken. Grabbing your hand, he guides your fingers back inside you with a soft kiss. His tail flicking over your breasts sends arousal coursing through you, drawing out a whiny moan as you take him back into your mouth. He purrs, stroking your hair as his hips make deep, tiny thrusts. Seeking more of its softness, one hand grips his thigh as the other strokes the fur at the base of his tail. 

With a sharp gasp, his grip on your hair tightens as his movements grow harsher. His voice is a heated, broken mumble. “Fuck, fuck fuckk… feels— feels so good… harder, baby. please...” He holds your face still, his tail wrapping around your arm as your touch turns firmer. Your nails dig into his thigh, trying to stay grounded through the relentless way he fucks your face. It’s extremely hot; Xavier pushing himself deep into your throat, every movement reeking of dominance and possession, each rough touch meant to convey that you’re his—as if you could ever forget. 

“Yeah… right there. Just under my tail,” he breathes out, slapping your breast when you do as instructed. Fingers slipping under his tail, you massage the soft fur, whimpering when he moans, his jaw going slack as he repeats, “Feels so good…” The sounds slipping from Xavier are so decadent they take your breath away. 

He groans when your fingers switch to a deep scratch, tangling in his fur as his tail grips your arm tightly, the tip making tiny, happy flicks against your skin. “How could I ever want someone else to care for me? To own me? I’ve never been anything but yours,” he murmurs, his voice pained and honest, trailing off as his hand brushes your cheek. “You are everything to me...” 

He pulls himself from your mouth’s warmth, and you hold your tongue out, accepting the slap of his girth before he coats your lips in his essence. He gives you an amused smile. “Say it—say you’re mine, too.” His cock pushes back in, thrusting deep enough to choke you before popping out, allowing you to speak. “Y…yours, Xavier. All yours, I promise!” 

Your words are muffled by him jamming himself back in, taking you even rougher than before. His smile is playful as he murmurs, “Yep, All mine…” His tail brushes your skin as his hot breath ghosts over your hair. “Mine to love. Mine to protect. Mine to breed.” 

The moan you release at his words is almost embarrassing. You don’t even want what he’s suggesting, but the idea nearly makes you beg him to do just that. It’s the dirtiest thing he’s ever said… and you like it way too much. Pride and lust cloud Xavier’s judgment when he notices your reaction. Guiding your gaze to his with a tug on your hair, his eyes burn into you, pleasure winding tightly in his core as you submit to him.

“You like that idea, don’t you?” he asks with a smug smile, his hips moving faster. “Want me to cum inside you? Fill you with my litter? You want that…” His voice trails off, his touch turning needy as he makes a pointed thrust inside you. You choke around his cock, eyes tearing up as he sings, “Everyone will know you’re mine, then, huh?” 

Pushing himself as deep as he can, his length grows firmer the closer he gets to release. “Gonna fill you up here first… But I’ll give you what you want, I promise.”  Tears escape now, flowing freely as you do your best to take him, unable to breathe around his girth. Paying special attention to his tail, you watch every expression as your name slips out, ecstasy brightening his features as he fills your throat with warmth.

Your other hand wraps around to stroke his tail, scratching in time to the rhythm of his hips, working every last drop from his pretty cock. His wide eyes search your face as his thumb presses your lip, watching the plump skin bounce back before he pulls you into a passionate kiss. Pulling back slightly, you begin to fix his pants, only to have your wrist caught in a firm grip. 

He tilts his head with a frown and feigned innocence. “I don’t remember mentioning anything about being finished,” he says with a questioning lift of his brow.

Giving him a look of disbelief, you whisper desperately, “We’ve already been here way too long, Xavier! Jeremiah has to know by now that we’re not watering plants.”

Xavier gives a casual shrug before his hands slip under your dress straps, tugging the fabric down to free your breasts. He groans softly, his brows knitting together as he grazes a nail over the hardened bud. “If he already knows, what’s the harm in staying a little longer?” 

You sigh in reluctant agreement, eyes fluttering shut as he squeezes and plays, knowing there’s no talking him out of something he wants so badly. Xavier is relentless and persistent, especially when it comes to your body. 

With the ability to become a professional gaslighter at will, his antics don’t bring much frustration, not when he looks at you with that infuriatingly endearing gaze, filth dripping from his lips as he praises you. At the same time, his hands roam your body, searching for cracks in your defenses. If you’ve mentioned something new, he’ll try it, murmuring, “Are you sure you want to stop, angel? … But didn’t you want to know what it feels like?” The next thing you know, you’re wrapped up in his excitement, begging him to fuck you like it was all your idea.

Kneeling before you, his tail curls around your ankle as he spreads your legs. His eyes catch on the damp fabric under your dress as his thumb circles it slowly. Kneading your breast, his fingers sweep back and forth over your clit as he kisses and nibbles at your neck, leaving gentle marks along the way. 

Tilting your head to the side, his warm lips brush your jaw, his fingers pressing harder against your heat. Your needy moan makes him smile as he leans down, breathing in your scent and pressing a kiss to the delicate lace covering you. 

A quiet squeal slips out when he tears your underwear off, stuffing them in his pocket with a satisfied smirk as he spreads your legs wider. “Better keep quiet, bunny…” he murmurs, covering your mouth before he licks up your arousal with a needy groan that rumbles through your core. His touch becomes frantic as he pushes your legs to either side of you on the bench, plunging his tongue in and out of your drenched pussy, practically drinking you in. His hand moves to grip your inner thigh instead as he sits cross-legged in front of you. 

His ministrations turn languid and teasing, his body relaxing with a deep sigh as he fills you with a finger. His unhurried actions indicate he’s not planning to make this quick, but you don’t mind. Gently scratching his furry ears, you concentrate on his hot breath on your skin and the soft sounds he makes as he watches you crumble in his arms. Guiding your gaze to his, he holds your chin in place as his mouth moves over you. 

Xavier’s been planning this since the moment you dropped him off here. Claiming you in Jeremiah’s greenhouse, with customers just one room away, isn’t wise. It’s impolite and reckless, but he couldn’t care less. He admires you against the serene foliage, your skin dewy and eyes bright. He pictures Jeremiah walking in while his tongue is deep inside you, the vision hurtling him toward release without a touch. His entire mouth wraps around you, teeth and tongue devouring softly as he whimpers, a damp spot spreading on his loose pants as his cheeks flush pink.

You massage the base of his ears, scratching up and down the backs, getting higher and higher on the blissful look in his eyes as he gazes up at you. Continuing to scratch one of his ears, you hold onto his tail, groaning when you feel it curl around your wrist. Xavier starts giving your clit little kitten licks, slow and steady, until your body trembles, your lonely pussy clenching as you cum. His fingers fill you, riding you through the waves of your release until you’re whimpering and squirming beneath him. 

Pulling back, he sucks his fingers clean with a satisfied smirk in his sparkling eyes. Pulling you close for a kiss, he murmurs against your lips, “Let’s go. We can finish at home.” Your eyes widen when you realize he intends to stop. You know you should. It’s only a matter of time before someone walks in. But every part of you is screaming for him to take you, and you don’t want to wait until you get home. 

He stands, lifting you by the waist, but you cling on tight when he tries to pull away. With a tender smile and a confused look, he hugs you back and kisses your hair. Your fingers trail to the base of his tail as you mimic his kitten licks on the sensitive spot beneath his ear. You bask in his gentle laughter and the way he holds you delicately, like you’re something immensely precious. 

“Please,” you murmur against his lips, kissing him once, then twice, before continuing, “I don’t want to go home. I need you...” His eyes flash as he cradles your face with a quiet desperation. Lips capturing yours, he backs you against the wall, nuzzling your nose as his soft plea wraps around you like a cozy blanket. “Say it again…” 

Adoration shines in your eyes as you caress his cheek, repeating, “I need you, Xavier… I always need you.” Without a word, he lifts you with one arm while his other hand guides his cock inside you. Pressing your back against the wall, his hands support your ass as he fucks deep into you, murmuring, “Legs back, baby.” You nod, whimpering when you look down at the two of you joined. Sticky from his last release, his cum mixes with your essence, messily building at the base of his cock and making his skin seem like shimmery silk. 

You admire his form, your gaze languidly roaming his body. The dark suit makes his eyes shine bright, so full of love when they meet yours that they’re almost blinding. Gripping your thighs tighter, you try to hold back the orgasm rising in you just from looking at him. “That outfit is just unfair…” you mumble, casting your eyes away as your cheeks heat. Sometimes, Xavier’s allure is a bit overwhelming. His skin, glowing faintly as his emotions take him over, makes him look like an ethereal being driving his cock into you mercilessly. 

Your comment doesn’t seem to reach him. There’s a despairing note to his voice as his body melts flush against yours, his slow movements pressing your back painfully against the wall. Xavier can’t contain the needy words that slip out, a pained whisper heating your skin as he rests his forehead against yours. “Please—don’t leave me again.” His kisses turn restless. “Even when it’s not this easy for me to express it— I… I always need you.” 

Now free with Xavier’s body pinning your legs, your hands delicately cradle his cheeks as your thumbs brush away unshed tears. You whimper when you meet his blissed-out gaze, desire clouding his features as his cock makes a pointed thrust that borders on discomfort. His voice is sorrowful, leading you to wrap him in a tight hug, your heart effectively shattering into pieces as he nuzzles against your neck. “I feel lost when you’re not with me... Running around aimlessly without my guiding light.” 

Shocked by his honesty, you search his eyes, blown away by the raw affection overwhelming their endless depths. While it’s always been evident that Xavier cares for you deeply, he’s often more reserved about his feelings than his touches. His thumb teases your nipple, drawing a pained moan from him when it instantly hardens beneath his touch. “So pretty…” he whispers, his gaze drifts along your form as his movements grow feverish. He kisses your cheek, brushing your hair back as he drives you crazy with more licks and nibbles along your skin, his gentle purrs setting you on fire. 

With glassy eyes, his filthy praises fill the air, twisting your core with unknown pleasure as you watch him take you. “So warm and soft…” he whimpers, taking your mouth in a messy kiss, nearly whining as he says, “You have no idea how much I’ve needed you… All I can think about is filling you, breeding you—” He trails off with a little shake of his head as if to snap himself out of the thought. Revealing this long-buried desire of his is undoubtedly something he’ll regret when his feline traits fade. But when he feels your body squeeze his cock in response to his words, your hands gently tangling in his hair as you scratch his ears harder, his embarrassment washes away entirely. 

His features are bright with joy, his gaze captivating and seductive as he purrs softly, leaning into your touch. Your pink cheeks are a mirror image of his as you admire his perfect features and his radiant heart. Continuing to scratch one of his ears, your other hand trails to the base of his tail, massaging deeply as the soft fur flicks against his cock and your entrance. Both of you gasp at the sensation, Xavier fucking into you messily as his tail swishes back and forth over your sensitive skin. Your fingers work in his fur, pulling a needy moan from Xavier when you pull him closer, your head resting against his shoulder. 

“Just like that…” you whisper helplessly, your mind growing fuzzy as you become putty in his arms, giving yourself entirely to how good he’s making you feel. His eyes flash as he lowers you to the ground, pressing your chest against the wall and wrapping his hand around your throat. Tilting your head back, you rest against his chest, his thumb brushing over your pulse point as he slips back inside you. His lips travel your shoulders, covering your skin with more marks as a fervent chant of “mine” caresses your skin and heart. 

His tail flicks playfully over your clit, the fur wet and sticky with your shared essence. Reaching for his fluffy ear, you groan softly, grinding against him as you melt at the silky sensation. Gripping your hips, he bends you over, his pace punishing as he takes you. Rough slaps leave bright pink hand prints littering your ass, pulling loud cries from you that are sure to be heard in the next room. You cover your mouth, but Xavier pulls your hand away with a mirthful smile, holding it against the wall and fucking you harder. Pride swells in him as he draws out sound after sound, each louder than the last. 

You scratch his tail while it moves over your skin, satisfaction rising when your pussy clenches him tightly, and his loud curse fills the room. He pulls you flush against him again, your hands instinctively trailing back to his ears. Groaning softly, he wraps his arm around your waist, his other hand splaying over your throat as his teeth graze your neck and his movements grow sloppy. “You’ll look so pretty carrying my litter…” he mutters, sharply biting your shoulder as his cock drives deep. His thumb presses into your mouth, toying with your tongue as he kisses your cheek. “I’m so close…” he whispers, purring and nuzzling against you. Tilting your head back, he meets your gaze as his finger traces your lips. “Will you take it for me, angel?” he breathes. 

Your whine is pitiful as you nod, your body sucking his release from him with a hoarse shout. The sensation of him throbbing inside you as his warm essence coats you entirely is too much. Your orgasm surges and ripples through you as you grind against him, scratching his ears as his tail teases your clit. You milk him dry while he places reverent kisses on your skin, more murmurs of “mine” filling the air as he comes down from his high with lazy thrusts. 

Quickly slipping out of you, he helps you fix your dress, gathering your things as he mumbles, “We need to go home.” You raise a brow, confused by his sudden urgency. His demeanor turns calm as he adjusts his outfit and gives you a serious stare. “I'm staying inside you until the spell lifts.” His tone brooks no argument, bringing a smile to your face as you shrug casually. “I won’t fight you,” you quip. But his tone isn’t playful at all when he responds, “It probably wouldn’t matter if you did.” 

Nervously clearing your throat, your eyes widen as arousal courses through you once more. Smirking, Xavier moves around the room, tending to the last plants. You tame his messy hair, wiping a smear of lipstick off his mouth as you try to make him presentable. Grabbing a napkin to clean up the shared release trickling down your thigh, you give Xavier a look of disbelief when he grabs your wrist and discards the cloth. His voice is unapologetic as he instructs, “Leave it.” 

You stop dead in your tracks when Xavier unlocks the door, your words an angry sputter as you punch him hard on the arm. “You let me think someone could walk in at any moment, Xavier!” you nearly shout, frustration overwhelming you at his mind game. He gives you an innocent look, and you almost believe him when he scratches his head, mumbling, “I guess I forgot…” 

Scowling, you give his forehead a sharp flick. “You are insufferable,” you mutter. He pulls you close, grinning against your lips as he murmurs, “But you liked thinking we might get caught, didn’t you? Your pussy was so tight tonight. So wet...” You push him away, crossing your arms and casting your gaze away. “I just like the cat ears, asshole.”

Xavier is right, though. Giving him a tender smile, you reach out, tickling the fluffy appendage. You soften when he leans into your touch with a quiet purr. You really do need to go home, or you might never leave this greenhouse. Taking his hand, you lead him into the hall and toward the back door, hoping to sneak out unnoticed. But Xavier pulls you in the opposite direction, his fingers firmly entwined with yours as he all but struts down the hall. Rolling your eyes, you let him drag you along, irritation swelling when you feel your release dripping out. It rolls down your thigh as you meet Jeremiah’s amused grin. Grimacing, you’re unable to say anything for yourself as you clear your throat and feign interest in a hanging planter.

Xavier's grip on you is claiming, his expression one of complete nonchalance as he thanks Jeremiah for letting him stay. Jeremiah looks you and Xavier up and down, his eyes catching on the marks littering your skin. He chuckles at Xavier’s satisfied smirk, teasing, “The plants better be okay.” With a friendly pat on Xavier’s back, Jeremiah leads you toward the front door, his voice as warm as his laughter. “I’m glad you’re feeling better, Xavier. But, lovingly—go home.” 

You give Jeremiah a questioning look when he removes a “closed” sign from the window. He looks at you like you’ve lost it as he unlocks the door and pushes you out. “You guys were so loud you traumatized everything within a ten-mile radius. I couldn’t let customers hear that.” His face scrunches up as he continues, “Hell, I couldn’t let myself hear that…” He ruffles your hair, grinning at Xavier’s petulant glare before he shuts the door in your face. 

With a content hum, Xavier pulls you in for a kiss. You push him back with a scowl, embarrassment overwhelming you as you mutter, “Don’t push it.” It takes a few weeks before you can revisit Philo. And it’ll be a long while before you can look Jeremiah in the eye without blushing and mumbling something stupid. But what worries you most is how long it will take Xavier to stop suggesting asking the kitties at Meow’s Cafe to turn him into a cat again.

[journeysfable]

Love how Grian's like "we're cooperating but we keep stepping on each other's toes" and then you have Lizzie and Pearl who are are so in sync. They have found work arounds to nearly every (current) challenge.

Albeit they don't have a house

Edit: can we pls not be sexist on this post pls.

TLDR: I think Lizzie and Pearl doing so well is awesome! And it should be acknowledged! And we should celebrate the fact that they're women and doing better than men cause woman do have trouble getting recognized in gaming. But can we not say they're doing well because they're woman? And the men are doing poorly because they're men? Cause I thought we were abolishing stereotypes and gender roles, not making new ones and reinforcing them.

Lizzie and Pearl are doing amazing because they're Lizzie and Pearl and happen to be women and being women doesn't make them inherently worse or better at the game.

By claiming the women are doing so well because they happen to be women just invents more stereotypes and imo downplays the actual skills Lizzie and Pearl have. Imagine you succeeded at something really difficult and people were like "of course you succeeded! You're [insert gender/race/etc/something you have no control over]"

And if it wasn't ok for men to claim women weren't smart or were too emotional etc in the past then why is it ok to call the men on the server dumb?? The modpack is hard!! Of course everyone is struggling! And the constant death, new info from each death, and different ideas for avoiding danger, etc, is probably overwhelming so of course ppl were having trouble communicating! There was so much going on!

Imagine you knew nothing about planet Earth. And you're running away from a bear. And you come across your buddy who's carrying a bucket of snakes by holding a stick under the handle. You know the snakes aren't dangerous so you think your buddy is just overreacting to their noodliness so you keep running despite their warnings because there's a fucking bear coming after you and you accidentally push them over, the snakes fall out. You both die to coral snake venom after successfully escaping from the bear because it refused to go near the snakes.

This is what I think keeps happening in Impossible MC. Ppl each running into to dangerous situations at the same time and their two problems just kinda explode in each others faces.

Lizzie and Pearl encountered the same problems at the same time, though. So they got to work out solutions together and remained on the same page.

[lookahotman]

Tied Up!

Sylus x Female reader

My contribution to the sub Sylus trope. I am so done with reading stuff where he would dominate the MC like come on y'all, have you not seen his cards, he would be the perfect Malewife.

tags: NSFW (It's not full on sex but whatever), Dom!reader, sub!character, sylus is handcuffed (from the bond moment),use of swear words(oh no!),dry humping, clothed sex

Also, this is the first time I have written anything, even smut, I promise I write better than this but you can also see this as me tweaking out cus there is not even sub love and deepspace content out there. Oh and this is also in first person POV cus I don't see that either.

One of these days I will surely kill Sylus.

The guy has made me run around for the past day just to find some stupid brooch I will need to attend the auction for protocores. He could have just put it in my hand and saved us both the trouble but no, everything seems to be a fucking game for him.

I have searched every nook and cranny, being caught by Sylus four times in the process, and yet that brooch seems to be nowhere. I am so exhausted, Time is a luxury right now, and I am running out of ideas for all the possible hiding spots

Does this brooch even exist or is he just fucking with me?

After Sylus throws me out of his room, claiming that he is 'going to bed', I just sit down and start doodling shit.

"Bastard! Now I get it. He never intended to make a deal with me in the first place!" I scream as I scratch the demonic sylus doodle I drew when suddenly Luke and Kieran start speaking from a distance, making me turn towards them.

"you're pulling your hair out over this, huh? If you want to do something, maybe we can help you." Oh please enlighten me, what could this guy possibly do? Steal the brooch from Sylus? He is literally his henchman. "what do you mean?" I ask, biting back my insults.

"if you want to conquer our boss's heart, you'll have to use a different approach. Luke then picks up a book and starts reading something "For some people, they get bored once they have everything. So only those who dare to challenge their authority can catch their interest."

Oh? Would Sylus really like that? Now I get curious as I walk over to the twins and take the book called 'Humanity and Conquer' from his hands.

"When you're dealing with such a person, you bow down and submit or take them out in one go. In other words…"

I raise an eyebrow at both of them. "Go on." the twins gave each other a glance and scream, startling me. "YOU STRIKE WHEN THEY ARE OFF GUARD!"

"Boss is the least guarded when he's sleeping, you only have one shot so don't waste this chance, just do it." Luke says, tossing me some evol sealing handcuffs and a Tranquilizer gun. He is right, My time limit is close to its end, I have to act now.

And that's how I end at up in Sylus's bedroom at midnight. Currently I am starting to have a lot of thoughts as I sit next to him and watch him sleep. "Man's gonna kill me the moment I pull this shit" "COME ON Y/N you are already here you can absolutely NOT back out now" "That's a very uncomfortable position to sleep in is he stupid he is going to get neck cramps when he wakes up" "He looks very hot while sleeping." Fuck. Denying it is probably of no use at this point. Something about Sylus makes me fucking weak in the knees. Is it his voice? His ridiculously handsome face? His body? Or the way he tests my damn patience. I am not sure. Seeing him like this though, how calmly he is breathing. How his exposed chest keeps expanding as he inhales, how those pecs flex while he is doing that, how vulnerable he is looking right now, It's stirring something within me. I want to devour him.

sylus…sylus? I slowly call him, ensuring he is asleep. This is not the time to be thinking about bull shit like that. get your head back in the game y/n. The aforementioned doesn't make any noise, completely oblivious of my presence as he keeps on sleeping, I take this chance and cuff his hand to the bed. "This is exactly what you get for all the terrible things you do." There. I cuffed his hand. Now what? Before my hand could even touch his body, he grabs my wrist and brings me closer to his face. Shocking me. I probably look like a deer caught in the headlights right now.

"Showing up uninvited at this hour… want me to tell you a bedtime story?" Wow. What a cocky bastard. well, not for long. "Don't talk to me in that tone mister, if anything you should be the one to figure out what's going on here, these handcuffs nullify a person's evol for an hour, so no matter how powerful you are, you are helpless as of right now." I say as I pin him down on the bed, his hand still cuffed to the nightstand. From here I can see how Sylus's chest starts falling and rising a bit faster than usual. Maybe I should tease him a bit.

"Really? what do you plan to do then since I have become your prey?" Did he actually just ask me that? Is he trying to provoke me, test the level of self control I practice? Oh well. I never had much self restraint to begin with.

"Hmm.. Let me think… How about.. This." I hear Sylus audibly flinch as I wrap my left arm around his torso and squish my left cheek on his left pecs. Comical. I had no idea I would enjoy riling him up this much. "What? A thorough body search is necessary don't you think? Or do you want me to stop? I ask, already aware of what his answer is going to be. After taking two long breaths, he chuckles, pretending to still be in control of the situation. "H-help yourself."

"Don't mind if I do." With that I use my free hand that's not trapping his body to grab his face. He immediately starts melting in my palm. I use my fingertips to give light touches to his cheek, chin and slowly rub his ear. His breathing seems to be getting heavier by the minute. I move closer to the side of his face. "Panting already? I have barely even touched you yet." I whisper, and then lick a long stripe across his earlobe, he is blushing so hard and even starts trembling a little bit as I proceed to give kisses down his neck. He is so cute. "Y/n…" He moans out softly unable to look into eyes and hold my gaze, to embarrassed to do so I guess. "What is it 'sweetie'?" He whimpers a bit at the word that he usually calls me. "P-Please…." "Please what honey? Use your words." "please!… please Kiss me." He says in such a meek voice, body hot to touch with all the flushing and blushing. And who am I to refuse such a polite request? I lean down and smash my lips to his. It was a hot makeout with our tongues rolling against each other, his mouth opening to give my tongue more access as I bite his bottom lip and yank his hair in the kiss, making him moan, again. God, He is driving me crazy. I can feel his hand tugging the handcuffs, he wants to break from it so bad. Although I doubt he won't be able to free himself. I release our mouths harshly, figuring that he must be out of breath by hearing his pants. His eyes are all hazy, blush creeping to his neck and chest, my god he looks so fucked out already. I slowly trace his chest with my fingertips and then all of sudden I feel something hard beneath his robe. "Would you look at that? You kept the brooch with you all along. It's as if you wanted me to touch you." Sylus starts chuckling at that. "I did." He replies, smirking, leaving me dumbfounded and speechless. "What?" "I did keep it with me. It was to see how far you were you willing to go to find this brooch, But mostly I wanted to do this just for you to touch me. Which is exactly what you're doing right now." Hearing that I put the brooch on the bedside stand, and then use my body to pin him down again. "So you did all this… just to grab my attention? My, my Sylus I didn't know you were such a slut." His breath hitches again, it seems to do that whenever I insult him. "What are you going to do to me y/n, will you punish me?" he says, while being all smiley. If a punishment is what he wants, Then it's a punishment he shall get. "Stop talking." I sit on him, cunt pressed to that raging boner he has gained, than I bit down his collarbone while grinding on his dick. "h-haah… Y/N! oh my god…a-ah~" If his breathing could get any heavier, then it just did, his eyes are starting to get watery, he starts thrashing around the bed but I don't let him go until I have made a nice reddish- blue mark on his collarbone. "Don't hA~Ah.. Don't tease please.." He exclaims shakily making me sit straight which probably added more pressure on his cock as I see his eyes roll back and back arch a bit. "Darling, can't you see I am punishing you? you cannot make demands here." Sylus tries to thrust up to get more friction but I block him, I am not going to let him finish him so early. What would be the fun in that? "lay still." Sylus infact does not lay still. He keeps moving, thrusts shooting jolts of pleasure through my body as well. I steady my breath, I am still the one in control. "LAY STILL SYLUS!" I slap harshly across his nipple, which seems to shock him. His eyes widen a bit as he lets out a loud whine and tears start falling from his eyes. And that's when something snaps within me.

"I-I am sorry, y/n… plEASE- aaagh~" His voice now a tad bit higher as I start twisting and rolling his nipples in my fingertips. "Oh my.. I didn't know you were this sensitive here." I then bend down and take one in my mouth, softly sucking on it and flicking the other one. I can feel his body turning into mush as I look up at him, Sylus is unable to hold my gaze, soft gasps and groans escaping his swollen lips, he looks so cute like this. I then release his nipple with a lewd pop and give the other one the same treatment, and while massaging the other pec, I grind on down him again. "T-tOo much. this is TOO MUCH! please let me hahh! pleaSE LEt me mOvE." I can literally see the hearts forming in his eyes beneath the puddle of tears. Maybe I should go easy on my poor baby. I place a gentle kiss on his cheeks and wipe his tears that were rolling down . And then I start riding him, or you could say humping, Sylus throws his head back on the bed, adam's apple bobbing and fists clenched. "Haa~! thankyou so much a-ah~ I'm.. yeah please use me just like that! thank you y/n THANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOUUU~" He starts to ramble incoherent words, a series of broken 'please' and 'thankyou's' and random chants of my name, it's all adding to the pleasure as the heat pools in my stomach, ready to be released any second. I feel like he is close to his release too. "I-I am ugh.. I am close y/n Please! please let me haaH~ Please let me…" "Go ahead baby. Cum for me." That's all it takes for him to cum in his robe, making it completely dirty below. I ride him throughout his orgasm and then lie on top of him again, head resting on his shoulder. We lay like that for quite some time when sylus starts speaking "Are you satisfied now? Please uncuff me Miss. Or I will do it myself." "I know you can. But you wouldn't dare." "oh yeah? why so?" "Because I haven't cum yet Sylus. You will only leave when I tell you to." I can feel Sylus twitching beneath me again.

This is going to be a very long night.

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AU: kill me

[thechaoticdruid]

Welcome to my humble party!~

[My Astarion Fanfic Masterlist]

Just call me Druid since I really have no intention of revealing my real name for the foreseeable future.

I decided to make a masterlist just to help organize my stuff!

~Original Characters for story or RP stuff~

Winnifred The Druid -My Tav

Arva Nightshade -Winnie's closest pre-tadpole friend.

Fi The Hornless -A talented bard and a member of Arva's pack. She helped look after a juvenile Winnie.

Elora Ancunin -Under developement...

RP Note: Winnie is currently open to answering questions from all of you beautiful people! She is an open book so do not be afraid to ask away! Astarion may even make an appearance in the reply depending on the question. No he will not bite you, Araj! Just make sure to label your ask; Dear Winnie, Question for Winnie, Hey Winnie, I dare Winnie to, etc, and we will let the fun begin!

More NSFW type questions are accepted, but only by people who have their age visible on their blogs. Minors attempting to ask or anons without any age identification will be blocked/ignored. (Also let's try not to ask anything too gross okay.... I'm into some weird stuff but you know limits, my dude.)

~During campaign Winnie fics Masterlist~

[Click Here Darling~]

~Multi-part Fanfics~

[This Bites] Astarion x Chubby Female MC

A young woman ends up literally stuck with a fictional vampire from her newest video game obsession! She now must deal with keeping him safe and hidden all the while dealing with stress from her shitty stepdad.

Chapters: 1, 2, 3 ,4 , 5 , 6 , 7 , 8 , 9

Valentine's Day Special: Eat Your Heart!

[The Spawn Vs The Ascendant] (Fem) Tav x Astarion(s).

Astarion and his lover Tav are happily together after defeating Cazador and freeing 7000 vampire spawn into the Underdark. They are now preparing to take on the Elderbrain when an Astarion look alike, claiming to be 'The Vampire Ascendant' appears and demands the Spawn hand Tav over to him.

Parts: 1 , 2 , 3 , 4

The Spawn vs Tav vs The Ascendant: A smutty one-shot that doesn't really take place in any particular time during the events of TSvTA. MDNI 18+ (Though if I'm honest it probably takes place post story.)

[Firsts] (Named!Fem! Tav x Astarion) Winnie has noticed her vampiric companion had been acting much more aggressively flirtatious lately. Of course, he flirted with everyone, this was common sense. But ever since Winnie had given him a taste of her blood it seemed she was the main target of his affections. Which quite frankly confused the hells out of the young druid. He couldn't actually be interested in her? Could he?

MDNI 18+ There is smut! The second half involves the Tiefling party!

[1/2] [2/2]

[Wicked Eyes and Wicked Hearts] (Chubby F!Tav x Astarion) After failing yet again to find a good lead on the Ring of the Sunwalker Tav and Astarion return to their current and hopefully temporary home in the Underdark only to be greeted by a distress signal from an old friend and an invitation to extravagant soiree hosted by an eccentric stranger!

Chapters: One ,

~Headcanon lists!~

[Astarion x chubby!reader headcanons!] (GN! Reader)

[🍿Watching movies with Astarion!🍿] (GN! Reader)

[BG3 companions babysitting your kids!] (GN! Reader)

[Telling the companions baby news!] (GN! Reader)

[Meet the Parents!] (A fun little writing challenge I put together. I wrote up headcanons of Astarion meeting my Tav's parents and Winnie meeting Astarion's parents.)

[Astarion's Teddy 🧸] (A little HC about Winnie giving Star a plush.)

~Other~

[All Wrapped up!] A short AstarionxF!Tav Christmas one-shot inspired by my God-awful ability to wrap presents.

[We'll Protect Each Other] While staying at an inn in the Underdark Tav and Astarion are forced to protect each other. Tav defends her lover's honor which later leads to a visit in the night from a familiar face. (Protective! Tav x Astarion One-Shot.)

[The Bite Scene] A rewrite of Astarion's bite camp event with my Tav, Winnie. It was basically a draft from my abandoned long fic.

[The Monster Hunter] Happens right before the The Bite Scene. It's a rewrite of the encounter with Gandrel out in the bog. Another draft from my abandoned long fic that I just decided to share.

[Indulging Curiosity] (F!Tav x Astarion SMUT MDNI) After a particularly bloody battle with a pack of gnolls Astarion finds himself rather hot and bothered seeing his favorite little druid absolutely drenched in blood. Unable to help himself he invites her to join him for an evening of pleasure where he indulges in some of Tav's sexual curiosities.

[Seriously, now!?] (Named!Tav x Astarion, period comfort fic) After causing a scene, embarrassing and being shouted at by the party's own resident wizard, Winnie storms off alone to sulk. Her monthly bleeding is upon her and making everything seem so much worse! But perhaps her vampiric lover can make it all better? (MDNI, slight smut at the end.)

[Forever] A requested rewrite of the camp event where Astarion's siblings come to kidnap him, but featuring Winnie!

[Delicious] (Named!Tav x Astarion) While camping in the Underdark the tadpole crew gather around the fire telling stories to pass the time. One way or another they turn into tales of old lovers. Which brings up a curious question? How come Winnie had no lovers before Astarion? (MDNI SMUT AT END)

~Taglists~

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[Winnie during BG3] Comment here to be tagged whenever I drop any fics that take place during Baldur's Gate 3 campaign!

[The Spawn Vs The Ascendant] Comment here to be added to the taglist, but hurry! This fic will soon be complete!

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Blog Rules ig: Okay so I normally try to promote positivity it's why my fics are mostly comedy based. That being said, anyone who comes here acting like an asshat is getting blocked. I don't tolerate homophobia, heterophobia, biphobia, panphobia or really any kind of discrimination towards anyone's sexuality. Transphobic behavior is also unacceptable and will result in a block. Racism, or sexism of any kind is also not tolerated, understand? We're all going to be friends here. Treat people the way you want to be treated.

Requests???

Hi, friendly neighborhood Druid here. My ADHD gives me a shit ton of trouble writing so I'm real iffy about doing requests of any kind. That being said, I'm currently only taking specific requests involving Astarion x my Tav Winnie where I rewrite a scene from the in game campaign. I've already done the Tiefling Party so that is out of the question. And so is anything post Act 3 final boss. I'm also honestly just open to chatting through the asks.

-Druid

[canonsinthehead]

Naruto Modern AU/Hollywood pt.4 - The Perfect Older Brother: Itachi Uchiha.

Itachi Uchiha is an actor. Not any actor, but an A-list one who has a background in finance studies and whose career path changed overnight After a movie director suggested a role at an art auction his family attended. Fugaku accepted on his son’s behalf without a second thought (With dollar bills in mind). Regardless of having zero experience in this field, Itachi thought "Why not?" and accepted the offer.

The relatively cheap production romance movie ended up being a box office success, and a blueprint in the Roman genre. Itachi received many acclamations and prizes as a new actor for his performance. His genuinely stellar actor skills help him beat the “nepotism helped me” allegations (even if it did). He filled his catalog further with diverse rules and started making a name for himself.

His fan base grew fast and worldwide. He always had a confirmed reputation for being super nice to fans at fan meetings and treating his staff nicely. The Public and many leaders in the industry fell in love with his effortless handsome looks.  Strangely, he gained a great reputation as a host/MC for various shows and awards ceremonies. His fanbase stretched across all large nations, and they all liked him for different reasons.

Konoha: his romance, movies, skills as an MC, being a Uchiha (and the status attached to it), his clean style, and social media presence

Iwagakure: when he acts in action movies (a lot of them are filmed there), the one-sided beef Deidara has with him and features in a lot of commercials.

Kumogakure: a huge portion of his fans are from Kumo. ironically, he is known for his effortless humor and features in many celebrity variety shows.

(yep, a Blackpink reference...)

After a guest appearance at Kumo’s most popular program, Killer Bee’s Showtime, there was a running gag at some point exposing how terrible of a dancer he is after losing in a challenge.

Sunagakure: appeared in many perfumes’ commercials, and many of his movies have been translated into the native language.

Itachi has never been on the press’s bad side. He often attends his relatives' or friends' events. For the sake of his little brother’s peace, he did not show support publicly to Sasuke for a long time.

It has been established that he and Kisame Are good friends. On top of being an avid basketball fan, Itachi is a regular front-roll attendee at those events.

Nobody’s perfect, hence why the conspiracy theorist and podcast bro Mizuki has been on Itachi’s neck since the dawn of time to relatively no success since only a small niche of individuals believe him.

The strongest podcast by Mizuki has been spreading the weirdest conspiracy theories known to man along with questionable ideologies. His show appeals to a certain demographic of men worldwide and it pays his bills. Recently, he has been calling anybody and everybody gay. It is part of. Mizuki’s routine at this point and Itachi did not escape those false accusations. There is a theory circulating on the dark side of the web stating that Itachi is a secret homosexual along with Kisame who is on the DL And is dating Izumi Uchiha to save face (WOW! This is a bold egregious claim!). Nobody outside the small Eco chamber, a.k.a. his fan base believes this theory.

Well, as crazy as it sounds, Mizuki is partially right… (bear with me…)

Itachi is in a 100% consensual agreement with Izumi and uses her as a beard. He is currently dating (and smashing) Juuzo Biwa. Not even Sasuke or Kisame are aware of the truth, it is something he prefers (along with Juuzo) to keep for himself.

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[garbinge]

Beach Day

Angel Reyes x F!Reader (EZ Reyes & F!Reader) From these August Prompts: "Sand gets everywhere." & For @the-slumberparty's Bingo Challenge! Bingo square: Beach Day Word Count: 2k Warnings: All my fics are 18+ regardless of content. Angst, cursing. Mayans Taglist: @drabbles-mc @justreblogginfics @narcolini @danzer8705 @keyweegirlie

“I cannot wait to just lay out on the beach all day,” your voice broke the silence in the car. 

You were currently going into hour 2 of your road trip down to the Tijuana Beach with a group of the Mayan boys. It was an annual trip that started about 5 years ago. It was nice for them to take a break from club things and for you to finally get some vacation time in with your boyfriend, who at the moment seemed less than thrilled. 

You glanced over at Angel who had a serious facial expression on display for the entire car ride as he drove down to the usual beach house you rented. 

“If you want we can pull over and I can drive us the rest of the way?” You offered up something that maybe would alleviate whatever was going on in his head. 

“Nah, I’m good.” He shook his head, keeping his right hand on the wheel while his left hung out the window. 

You glanced back at EZ, hoping that maybe he would offer some type of explanation of why his brother, your boyfriend, was acting the way he was. EZ’s head tilted as he shrugged indicating he didn't know what was going on with his older brother. To break the tension that Angel kept alive and well in the car, you turned in the passenger seat so you could look back at EZ and talk with him. 

“So, tell me. What have you been up to? I hear you’ve had a girl around. I want to know everyyyyything.” You carried out the last word to come off less strong. You never liked to pry with EZ but you liked being in the know of what was happening in each of the guys’ personal lives.

His smile filled his face as he looked down. You could have even swore he blushed a little, too. “It’s nothing.” He spoke through his grin. 

You smiled back, for the trauma each of the Reyes men had gone through they all sure had the most contagious smiles. “EZ, come on. It’s me, just give me something. A name? Her favorite color? I’ll take anything.” You begged for him to drop a crumb of information. 

“Sofía. And I think she likes yellow.” He mocked you while still giving you the details you were dying for. 

“Tell her to come to the beach house.” It was said nonchalantly as to not apply pressure and went to grab a snack from your backpack. 

“It’s new, not sure if I’m ready to put her through your beach house screening test just yet.” EZ laughed. 

You waved him off, “Ugh, you know that’s only for the two idiots in the van behind us.” Referring to Coco and Gilly you waved your hand in the air. “They would bring those weird guys from the Yuma charter if they could, and I fucking hate those guys. Which is why they have to run their plus one’s past me. Now you EZ, I trust,” you handed him one of the snacks you grabbed and then one to Angel, “BUT, I digress. You bring her around when you’re ready.” 

The remainder of the car ride went by fast, it helped that Coco and Gilly had pulled up next to the truck and baited Angel into racing, you normally would have put some type of discourse up but it seemed to lighten Angel’s mood a bit so you let them have their fun. 

The beach house was perfect, in fact, it was one of your favorite places in the world. Once you found it online all those years ago, there was no way you were going to book any other house along the Mexican coast ever again. It was right on the beach, the front porch of the house led right onto the sand, which might as well have been private since only a handful of people ever walked by or shared the space with you. 

It was still early enough in the day that the group of you could get in some beach time. You already had your suit on so you just grabbed a chair and your book, announcing your plans as you exited the house after claiming bedrooms and settling your stuff down. 

“I’ll be on the beach, feel free to join me!” 

Just as you sat down in the beach chair and leaned back, you could hear the complaints from the eldest Reyes grow louder and louder as he got closer to your spot on the beach. 

“Fuckin’ hot out here. And there’s fuckin’ sand everywhere. I got sand everywhere,” he mumbled as he threw his towel down next to you. 

“Do you want to sit in the chair? I’ll take the towel?” You offered a semi-solution to his grievances. 

He stared at you, he wanted to snap, but when his eyes met yours he calmed for a moment, he wasn’t mad at you, in fact he had been excited for this trip, he loved that you did this every year not only for him but the guys too. There had just been so much shit happening at the club lately and of course right before they left Bishop had told them they were all on call. It was why they took the two cars in the first place, that and because three years ago they were in the situation where something with the club popped up and they had to all leave early since there was only one car, and you were NOT going to have that ever happen again. 

“Angel?” The sunglasses were now sliding down your nose as you looked at him getting lost in whatever frozen state he was in. 

He bent down and gave you a light peck on the lips. “I’m good. I’m gonna go in the water.” 

You watched him dive into the ocean, you would have accompanied him but you knew he needed some time, some space. While you weren’t privy to club business, you weren’t oblivious to the fact that things had been tense. You also knew that Angel had very little emotional awareness and wasn’t exactly able to open up about things so easily, which you accepted, you wouldn’t have been with him for 5 years if you didn’t, but you knew you had to let him work through his own shit if you didn’t want to push him away. 

EZ had soon joined next to you, placing a cooler to the left of your chair and offering you a beer from it. 

You cheered him and took a long sip. You closed your eyes as the cold liquid traveled down and cooled down your entire body for less than a second. A sigh escaped from your mouth and you opened your eyes as you sunk into the beach chair. 

“Been waitin’ for that moment?” EZ was grinning. 

Before you could answer you heard the yells and shortly after you felt the sand grains being pelted against your skin as Coco and Gilly ran down passed you and right into the water. 

“Moment ruined.” You laughed, placing your beer in the cup holder and EZ got ready to join them. 

“Hey EZ,” you called to him before he took a step farther. 

“Sup?” he turned to you with ease, squinting from the sun beaming into his eyes. 

“Is Angel okay?” You asked, not really knowing what to expect in an answer. 

His head turned to look at his brother who was now bullshitting with the guys, he knew what you were asking, he could have taken the easy route and been like ‘yea, look at him!’ and just ignored what you really meant but he knew you were asking because of genuine concern.

“Things are rocky at the club right now.” He chose his words carefully, “things are rocky for him at the club right now. I think this will be good for him, a break from it all.” 

Looking out at him having a good time with the guys, you nodded at EZ’s words, it was the best explanation you were gonna get and you appreciated him for giving you some sort of reasoning behind it all. With a deep sigh, your eyes moved back to the younger Reyes brother and you thanked him before he made his way to the ocean. 

You let them have their fun for a bit as you soaked up the sun and finished a few beers. At some point you nodded off for a few minutes, not for very long but when you woke up, you realized you were starting to sweat. The boys had seemed to calm down from their normal antics and were just wading in the water now.  

After taking off your flip flops and dredging through the sand, you made it to the water. First, you let the water ease up to your toes, it was warm, another reason you chose this spot every year, it was perfect. 

A breath released from your mouth as the water reached your feet again, one you didn’t even know was stuck somewhere in your gut probably along with the anxiety and stress of whatever Angel was going through, too bad that didn’t find its way out. But you stared at him just floating in the water and decided despite either of yours anxiety, you’d make the most of this trip. 

Swimming out to him, you enjoyed every second of being in the water, the sun beaming down, the teal color of the water allowing you to see down to the bottom with ease. Reaching Angel, your hands moved up his bare chest as he moved from horizontal to vertical in the water. 

“Hey.” You spoke at a whisper, his hands moved up and down your back as yours found their way to rest over his shoulders. He was standing now on the bottom of the ocean floor, which allowed you to wrap your legs around him and let the water hold you both up. 

“You fell asleep.” His hand moved up to touch your face, which was pretty hot from the sun rays beating down on it. 

“I did.” You chuckled and moved to hug him. 

“This is nice.” He let out a breath similar to what you did when you entered the water. You knew there was more he was holding in still but there was some relief knowing that some tension was gone. 

Before either of you could say anything else, Gilly was speaking up from the shoreline. You weren’t exactly sure when any of them got out, but that didn’t matter. What mattered was what Gilly was saying. 

“Yo!!! Bish called, shit went down, we gotta head back!” He was disappointed, he had Coco standing next to him who looked equally pissed off. 

EZ was closer to shore than you and Angel but was still in the water. He looked back at you two before heading back to shore. 

You felt the tension in Angel’s shoulders build back up, nothing a deep breath or hug could fix. Instead of fixing it, you just pressed your forehead to his. “We have this for a week, go do whatever you gotta do for Bish and come back, and if it lasts the full week, when things slow down at the club, I’ll book it again for just us two.” It was your version of making things work. 

Angel’s eyes were closed as he spoke. “I don’t know if things will ever slow down at the club.” 

There wasn’t much you could say to that, but after a few seconds of thought mixed with a little of your own frustration, you cupped Angel’s face in your hands. 

“Then I’ll bring the beach to you, we’ll get a pool and I’ll dye it fuckin’ teal and I’ll bring home a tub of sand.” 

Angel let out a laugh, it was the first time you heard him laugh like that in well, weeks. “Let’s just stick with the pool and leave the sand.” 

“Sand gets everywhere.” You nodded and laughed along with him. 

He agreed with you as he chuckled. “That shit gets everywhere.” 

[bri1234]

Safe With Me

Book: The Princess Swap

Pairing: M!Clarke x F!MC

Word count: 1553

Rating: Teen, angst

Warning: Does mention death

Summary: Clarke shares a side of himself with Daisy that very few, if any, know about him.

A/N: I was originally going to post this September 22nd but life got in the way and I was never able to finish it lol. But I finally had a chance to this weekend. It’s very rough, so I hope to re-edit it soon.

Anyway, this goes with the prompt diary and Clarke for the September Monthly Challenge if it's not too late to submit.

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Not many people know who the heartthrob and cynical Prince of Ismar truly is. 

He built his walls so high after the death of his sister Ayda that the only person he let in was Eren, a member of his court and best friend. He was the only one who seemed to understand the pain Clarke went through because he felt the exact same. The three of them were inseparable when they were younger after all.

Of course Clarke's parents loved Ayda, but the way they handled her death made him feel angry and frustrated and so utterly alone. He felt powerless at the fact that he couldn’t even mourn or honor his own sister properly. 

Dealing with these emotions during his teenage years forced him to bury so much of himself. He thought that maybe he needed to see a professional, someone he could talk to about Ayda, someone who could help him cope with everything his parents put him through. 

All he did was ask his mother and father if he could see a therapist, but both immediately denied him, saying it would only show “weakness” in the family. 

Eren, being Clarke's closest friend, suggested writing out how he was feeling. Clarke originally protested at first, claiming that he didn’t want to keep a “diary.”

“Clarke, I understand it goes against your mysterious nature, but I’ll be the only person who knows. Besides, it might help you process your feelings better than just letting them overwhelm you daily,” Eren told him after refusing several times.

Eventually, Clarke caved. He found an empty journal within the castle and brought it to his room. He sat down at his desk, opened the journal, and started writing. As he kept writing, he found that he very much enjoyed it. So much so, that he eventually filled journals upon journals of his thoughts and feelings. 

As the years passed by, he found himself writing less and less, but he would write whenever important events happened in his life or the topic of Ayda came back up. 

He was now back in Ismar after a whirlwind of the past several months in Monterre with Daisy. They’ve been engaged for two months now, and he’s never been so happy. 

Now, he was back home for the first time since Daisy had insisted on going with him to Ismar to convince his parents to let him come back to Monterre. Back when he didn't know that she was not Princess Rose, but a completely different person. 

Clarke was standing in his room, holding a brand-new picture frame with a picture of Daisy and him during their engagement photos. A smile spread across his face as he was pulled back into the memory of the day these pictures were taken in Monterre. 

But he shook his head, pulling himself out of the memory and remembering the task at hand; get back to Daisy as fast as possible before his parents start bombarding her with insane questions about her life back in the States. He knows that Daisy can handle herself, but he doesn’t wish his parents inconsiderate questions on anyone, especially his future wife. 

His feet carried him to his desk, where he placed the picture frame on one of its shelves. As he set it down, his eyes caught on one of his notebooks. He forgot to bring his current one with him to Monterre, but didn’t even think about writing anything since he met Daisy. 

Completely distracted by the journal, he sat down at his desk and flipped through the pages to his latest entry. It was the day when his parents told him that he would be leaving soon to “court” Princess Rose of Monterre. Clarke chuckled as he skimmed the page. If only he knew what was in store for him all those months ago. 

He flipped through more pages, and eventually came across an entry he made a year ago. It was about an argument his parents and him had about Ayda. Frowning, he flipped to another page, not wanting to relive one of the many arguments that hurt him more than his parents would ever know.

After reading for a few minutes, he decided to start writing, retelling the past few months.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Out of habit, he quickly shut his journal and turned around, making sure that his notebook was hidden behind him. 

He watched as the door opened to reveal Daisy. A smile spread across his face as she entered his room. 

“You will not believe the amount of questions your parents just asked me about the public school system in Ohio,” Daisy said laughing as she flopped down on the edge of Clark’s bed. 

Clarke let out a dry laugh as he abandoned his desk, sitting down next to her in two strides. 

“Of course they did,” he said, rolling his eyes. After everything Daisy has proved to them, they still feel the need to ask her questions like that. 

Daisy laced her hand through Clarkes, sensing the silent anger he felt towards his parents simmering. 

“Good thing I have a handsome prince to defend me,” she added, resting her head on his shoulder. A small smile spread across his face as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head. Before Clarke could respond, Daisy asked, “Were you writing something?” She was looking right at his journal placed on his desk.

Leaving her spot at the edge of Clarke’s bed, she went to his desk to investigate. 

Clarke found himself not moving. Normally when people were even near his journals, aka his parents, he would go into flight or fight mode, making sure that neither of them saw. But with Daisy, he felt oddly at peace knowing that she would now know this part of him. 

Now at his desk, she picked up the journal and gave him a questioning look. 

“You can read it if you would like to,” he responded, answering her question before she could even ask it. 

“I don’t have to if it’s something you want kept private,” she responded, knowing that sometimes people write just for themselves.

“Daisy,” he started as he jumped up and went to stand next to her. He gently cupped both of her cheeks with his hands. “We’re getting married in a few months. There is nothing I wish to keep from you.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead, and then one to her lips. 

She smiled against his lips, wishing that he would show the world this side of him more often.  

When he pulled away, he continued, “Besides, I was going to tell you about my journals at some point.”

“Journals?” she questioned. “I didn’t even know that you wrote.” 

“That’s because no one knows besides Eren, and now you,” he said smiling, stepping away and getting onto his knees. 

“Clarke, what are you—,” Daisy’s words caught in her throat before she could finish. She watched as he pulled back the carpet they were standing on, revealing a loose floorboard. He easily pulled back the board, unveiling about five other journals. Daisy knelt down beside him. 

“You can read whatever you want. Most entries are about Ayda. And the journal you have in your hands is my most recent one. The last entry I have before the one I was writing was written the day before I met you.” 

She knew he had kept his heart guarded for so long after Ayda died. And all the things his parents did, along with the press trying to get to him, made everything so much worse. 

“Thank you for sharing this with me, I know it must have been hard to keep all of this in for so many years,” she said, looking into his bright blue eyes. 

“It was, but I know I’m safe with you.” He said, looking back at her with pure adoration in his eyes. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go talk to my parents about their manners.”

Daisy chuckled. “Don’t be too hard on them, the public school system in the States is kind of crazy.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” he said, laughing as he stood up and went to the door. 

“I’ll be back in a few minutes, but have fun reading the many secrets of the cynical Prince of Ismar,” he voiced jokingly. 

Regardless of his amusing tone, he felt a sense of relief now that he can share more of this side of himself with the one person that truly seems to understand and care for him. 

“Hey Clarke,” Daisy said right before he walked out. 

“Yes?” 

“I love you.” 

A smile spread across his face and his heart felt full for the first time in a long time.

He turned back to look at her, “I love you too.” 

Daisy watched as he left, closing the door behind him. Looking at the journals in front of her, she slid the floor board back into place and laid the carpet back over it. She figured she would save those for another day.

Standing up, she took his most recent journal and sat down at his desk. She flipped to his latest entry. It had today's date.

Smiling, she started to read. 

[briggster]

INTRODUCING…Briggs Meldaba

STATS:

Nicknames: B, Iggy, Briggster

Character Age:  38

Neighborhood: North Side

Occupation: Musician and Secretary for the Sons of Mayhem MC

Birthday: February 20th, 1987

Faceclaim: Henry Golding

Hometown: Sarawak, Malaysia

Years of Residence: More than half of his life

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Character Inspiration: Spike (Buffy The Vampire Slayer), Spencer Reid (Criminal Minds), Jordan Catalano (My So Called Life), Squidward Tentacles (Sponge Bob Squarepants),

tldr;

– BRIGGS MELDABA is 38 years old and lives in North Side, Reno. Orphaned at a young age, Briggs moved in with his uncle and his family, who ended up spending all his trust fund while betting and overspending. Eventually befriended the wrong crowd and got into trouble but also led him to meet a member of the SOM, which made him join. A musician at heart, Briggs plays bars, parties and festivals all the time while handling his job as the Secretary of the SOM MC. After the downfall of the club, he found himself not as in love with Reno as he did back in the day, but continues to call it home despite all the negative feelings surrounding his heart.

READ BELOW for fun facts, biography, possible connections.

random facts

the most careful plant dad that you'll ever meet

wears earphones everywhere he goes

not much of a people person unless he loves said people

hates living by himself so he will take in anyone that needs a roommate at any moment in time

a certified serial dater tm

boygenius' #1 fan

loves a good gothic novel and is currently reading Mexican Gothic

spends his money like a rockstar, with no rockstar money

claims to hate hugs (loves hugs)

feeds stray cats and dogs all the time

biography

Born into a wealthy family in Sarawak, Malaysia. His father, an acclaimed British writer and his mother, a teacher that came from a very notorious family in their hometown.

The couple moved to the United States when Briggs was just five years old and settled down in Vegas. That was until a terrible car accident took their lives away.

Briggs was seven when he was placed into foster care, eventually, a distant relative, his father’s uncle stepped up and welcomed him at home with his incredibly large family of ten kids.

Uncle Vernon had always had money problems, and what Briggs was unaware about was that whoever adopted him would receive his entire trust fund.Suddenly the family was moving into a bigger house, going on lavish vacations, riding luxurious cars. It wasn’t spent on what they needed but exploited in so many ways

Kids had music classes, horseback riding, tennis. Briggs, he excelled at music. Learned multiple instruments and poetry.

Their home wasn’t a sad one by any means, it was simply cold. There was no warmth towards anything but the money that they all suddenly had.

By the time that Briggs was a teenager and began to understand what was happening, the money was gone. Disappearing into the abyss that was his uncle’s betting addiction, and so this way not only Briggs, but the entire family was left on the streets. Briggs and the other kids around his age began working, his uncle’s depression taking over him in a way that made everyone else have to work.

It was when he began working delivering pizzas in the busy streets of Vegas that he finally found himself; his expensive music classes turned into sneaking into friends’ garages and rehearsing with a small band. It felt more like home than living with his uncle and his family ever had.

To go from having everything to having nothing wasn’t something new for Briggs but all the ups and downs had slowly made him despondent, and the only thing that seemed to help was writing and singing his feelings out.

The garage band became a little popular and with this came a bad crowd, other young people that always wanted to challenge them. Briggs ended up detained by the police a few times when he was under eighteen; vandalism, bar fights, underage drinking

One of the times behind bars is when Briggs met a member of the Sons of Mayhem; Ryan Brooks. They were both freshly eighteen and the two hit it off. Turns out Ryan’s father had been a member of the MC for years. 

Always on the lookout for a new place to call home, the last one, hopefully, Briggs joined Ryan in the initiation journey to become a part of the Sons of Mayhem.

In this journey, Briggs moved with the Brooks’ to Reno, leaving his uncle behind once and for all. Only a guitar, his favorite books and a handful of notebooks, a few changes of clothes.

The Brooks’ lived in a trailer park, but there was an abundance of love and understanding.With their support, and the MC, Briggs finally started feeling like he could make his dreams come true or, at least, try. 

He did everything that the Sons of Mayhem asked for, truly becoming a part of their family as well. On the side though, he would continue to write his songs and music. 

He began playing in different bars and venues, as well as festivals in Reno. He wasn’t selling albums or going on tour, but for the first time ever, he felt like he was living the life he always wanted.

Then, the entire city was struck by the tragedy of the murder of Melody Davis and if it was a tough time for Reno, imagine being a part of the motorcycle club that obviously stood behind Axel through it all. 

Supporting Axel and the MC came at a high price for Briggs, whose image was closely tied to the club. No one hired him anymore, he was shunned like the rest of the club had been.

He buried himself deep in SOM business all over again, slowly moving up ranks until he became the Secretary of the club, a position that he loves. As he is able to perform it but still gives time to his music despite it not being a career anymore.

Upon Axel’s release and all the new discoveries, Briggs can’t say he sees Reno as the lovely city he once had seen it as. He’s almost bitter that they would turn their back on the club after all the things they’d done for the city and has become less trusting of outsiders in a lot of ways.

He did recently start playing in some bars though, especially places that didn’t turn their backs on the Sons of Mayhem and can also be found performing on parks or busy streets, his passion for music never dying down. He just hopes that whatever is happening with the Davis’ investigation doesn’t turn their entire lives upside down all over again.

possible connections

best friends: he considers the MC his family, but there's room for more friends in his heart for sure

music / poetry friends: he is passionate about his likes, having this in common is a straight way to his heart

party friends, etc: plays sets everywhere? whether your muse met him while he was singing on stage and knows who he is or perhaps they met at a bar, party, etc.

found family: SOM more than anything but if for some reason someone outside of the MC connected with him, i can see him being incredibly loyal to them

flings/hook ups/exes: past and present tense, let's go crazyyy

enemies: he can be a lil crazy about loyalty and anyone that ever doubted axel's innocence or the club, he would not like at all. especially now after names were cleared.

[docterdenseif]

Care to tell some facts about Red? And when can we meet him?

I would be delighted to!

Be warned, heavy(ish) spoilers below!

Past: Red's real name is unknown, as are his true origins. His entire existence is practically an anomaly. What is known is the way he came to join The Elders. No one knows how, but he tracked down Franz Werther and personally confronted him during the early stages of the War of Reformation. Red was very young, so when he demanded Sea King train him, he laughed in his face. Red was still incredibly cocky at this point, so, of course, a fight ensued. Red was beaten within an inch of his life. However, he had managed to impress Werther, who agreed to take him under his wing if he fought for The Elders. Red didn't care much for politics, but he seized the opportunity to be trained by the world's most powerful man(at the time). He began to mellow throughout the war, most likely finally grasping the destruction it was causing. He vocally disagreed with many of The Elders' veterans who believed in subjugating the Humans. Unfortunately, Red was nothing if not loyal, and he fought with his master until he was cut down. Red was not in the line of succession when he passed; Luciana Hartigan was to be the next commander of The Elders. She was fervent about augmented superiority and was known to enjoy it when battles cost many human lives. Red and Luciana had never gotten along. He may have been a battle fiend but preferred to keep them away from population centers. Red just enjoyed the thrill of the fight, not the destruction it caused. So when Luciana took power and revealed her plans to destroy the capitols of the countries belonging to the United Nations, he challenged her to a duel and killed her, claiming leadership of The Elders. He issued a surrender shortly after, disbanding much of The Elders' military power. He then faded from the world for reasons unknown, only being spotted briefly every few years.

Augment: Red's augment is sound amplification. The soundwaves turn red when under the influence of his power, making the area around him glow red. This is where his nickname comes from

He will be the last RO introduced. In my current outline he is slated to meet the MC in chapter 4.

[drivefleet360]

MCS-90: What Is It?

If you're involved in the transportation industry, you’ve likely heard of the MCS-90 form. But what exactly is it, and why is it so important for your operation? In this blog, we’ll explain what the MCS-90 is, why you need it, and how it relates to the Department of Transportation (DOT) regulations.

What Is the MCS-90?

The MCS-90 is a form required by the Federal Motor Carrier Safety Administration (FMCSA) for motor carriers that operate in interstate commerce. It is a certificate of insurance, proving that your company has the necessary financial responsibility to cover potential damages resulting from accidents involving your vehicles.

In simple terms, the MCS-90 ensures that your company has the insurance coverage required by the DOT to protect the public and others in the event of an accident. It also acts as a guarantee that your vehicles are covered, regardless of whether the driver was at fault or not.

Why Do You Need the MCS-90?

The MCS-90 is required by the FMCSA for motor carriers involved in interstate commerce. This form is necessary for companies that operate commercial vehicles transporting goods across state lines. If your company is found to be without the appropriate MCS-90 insurance, you risk non-compliance with DOT regulations, which can lead to fines, penalties, or even a shutdown of your operations.

The MCS-90 ensures that if an accident occurs, there will be sufficient insurance coverage to handle the costs of damages, including medical bills, property damage, and liability claims. It’s part of the broader set of regulations that ensure safety and protection in the transportation industry.

What Does the MCS-90 Cover?

The MCS-90 provides coverage for incidents involving motor carriers, but it is important to understand the scope of this coverage. The MCS-90 typically covers:

Bodily injury: Medical expenses or legal fees resulting from accidents that cause injury to individuals.

Property damage: Coverage for damage caused to vehicles or infrastructure during an accident.

Environmental damage: In some cases, it may provide coverage for accidents that result in pollution or environmental harm.

It's important to note that the MCS-90 coverage doesn't pay for every potential issue. For instance, it doesn't cover damages to the carrier’s own property or for accidents that occur due to the driver’s own negligence. Therefore, it’s vital to ensure that you have other insurance policies in place to cover these risks.

How Does DOT Compliance Software Help?

Managing insurance and compliance documents like the MCS-90 can be challenging, especially when dealing with multiple vehicles or carriers. DOT compliance software can streamline this process by helping you track insurance certificates, ensure that coverage is current, and manage necessary documentation in one central system. This helps to ensure you're always in compliance with DOT regulations and avoid any potential fines or delays during audits.

How to Obtain an MCS-90

To obtain an MCS-90, you'll need to work with an insurance provider who understands DOT regulations and can issue the proper certificate for your business. Once obtained, this certificate must be filed with the FMCSA as part of your company’s registration process.

Additionally, many companies rely on DOT compliance software to ensure all documentation, including the MCS-90, is properly filed and up to date. This reduces the risk of errors and ensures that all regulatory requirements are met.

Conclusion

The MCS-90 form is an essential part of the DOT’s safety regulations for motor carriers, ensuring that carriers have the financial responsibility to cover accidents and damages. If you're involved in interstate commerce, understanding and obtaining the MCS-90 is critical to staying compliant and avoiding penalties. Using DOT compliance software can simplify the management of your MCS-90 and other necessary documentation, ensuring your operation remains compliant and ready for any audit.

[thevanitychariot]

The Chariot: Issue XIII

MC-Wylde in Turmoil: Beijing Lee’s Presidency Sparks Concerns of Stagnation and Uncertainty

By Fabiola Quinteiro Original Publication Date: 24 July 2023

MC-Wylde, once a renowned and prolific film studio, finds itself in the midst of a tumultuous era since President Davis Wylde handed over the reins to the current President, Beijing Lee. With a stark contrast to the studio’s previous approach, Beijing’s rigid vision has led to a concerning stagnation in film releases, leaving staff and moviegoers worried about the company’s future.

The stark divergence in leadership styles between MC-Wylde and its main competitor, Hollywood Studios led by Emerson Wright, has been a defining factor in the studio’s struggles. While Hollywood Studios continues to flourish by staying attuned to audience preferences, Beijing’s set vision often clashes with MC-Wylde’s core principles, causing a rift within the company.

One of the primary issues leading to stagnation is the lack of consensus among Beijing’s cabinet members on both funding and the overall direction of the studio. Internal disagreements have resulted in delayed decision-making and a dearth of new film releases, pushing MC-Wylde into a state of uncertainty. The staff at MC-Wylde are grappling with this turmoil, torn between loyalty to the studio’s legacy and frustration with the current state of affairs.

Recent developments within MC-Wylde added further complexity to the situation when the subsidiary company, Cygna Entertainment, became an independent film studio with the support of both Beijing Lee and Emerson Wright. The move was positioned as a step towards creating a more inclusive industry. However, it left many employees and moviegoers questioning the Beijing’s vision for the industry and the rationale behind the decision.

While Beijing claimed that the lack of film releases was a result of shifting focus to create a more inclusive industry, many within MC-Wylde and the public remain unconvinced. The concern arises from the apparent lack of cohesive vision and the scarcity of new projects from MC-Wylde itself.

Despite the growing anxiety among staff and moviegoers, the expected protests have been notably absent, adding to the mounting uncertainty and the speculation surround Beijing’s next move. The lack of public demonstrations has made it difficult for external observers to gauge the true extent of unrest within MC-Wylde. 

As film directors gather and contemplate purchasing the studio outright, a snap election to decide the new leadership is being considered. The move signals a vote of no confidence in Beijing’s ability to lead the studio out of its current predicament.

Meanwhile, Beijing Lee has maintained a conspicuous silence, further fueling speculation and uncertainty. The public eagerly anticipates his upcoming speech, hoping for a comprehensive response to the pressing concerns and a clear roadmap for MC-Wylde’s future. As the industry watches closely, the hope is that Beijing Lee will rise to the occasion and chart a course that revitalizes MC-Wylde, appeases the staff, and meets the expections of devoted moviegoers who have been loyal to the studio since its inception.

A Woman in Arabia: Vanessa Harding and the Dilemma of White Feminism

By: Darius Booker Original Publication: 22 August 2023

In the world of cinema, the power to illuminate untold stories and honor forgotten historical figures is both a privilege and a responsibility. However, the portrayal of Black and Brown stories through a White perspective, often coupled with elements of White feminism and White saviorism, has sparked an intense debate within the industry. This article will delve into the intricate issues surrounding these concepts and explores the arguments that both support and challenge this approach, particularly in the context of Vanessa Harding's filmography.

Movies have the extraordinary ability to shed light on overlooked historical narratives and amplify the voices of women who have been marginalized throughout history. Proponents of telling Black and Brown stories through a White perspective argue that this approach can make these narratives more accessible to a broader audience. By providing a relatable entry point, they believe these films can inspire viewers to engage with history and advocate for change. 

However, the concept of White feminism, which centers the experiences and struggles of White women while often overlooking the intersectionality of race and ethnicity, complicates this narrative. The criticism directed at Vanessa Harding's films Mademoiselle (2019) and Frontline (2021) highlights the potential pitfalls of this approach. When stories like Coco Chanel's association with Nazism or narratives about the Korean War are portrayed from a White perspective, the historical nuances and lived experiences of those directly affected can become secondary to the character development of White protagonists.

White saviorism, a trope where White characters intervene to save non-White characters from their own struggles, presents yet another layer of complexity. Accusations against Vanessa Harding's comeback movie, A Woman in Arabia, underscore the concern that Brown stories are being exploited to portray White women as saviors. A Woman in Arabia tells the story of Gertrude Bell, a British explorer who spent her life mapping the Middle East and was pivotal in establishing what are now Jordan and Iraq. This narrative can perpetuate harmful stereotypes and undermine the agency and resilience of the communities that lived through those historical events.

Supporters of portraying Black and Brown stories through a White perspective often emphasize the positive intention behind these films – to honor strong historical women and to showcase their achievements. These movies can introduce these figures to a wider audience, potentially inspiring future generations to engage with history and feminist ideals. Vanessa Harding's filmography itself attests to her commitment to advancing feminism in the entertainment industry, even if the execution has sparked controversy.

The debate surrounding the representation of these stories is not a simple binary choice. A nuanced approach is necessary, one that seeks to honor the achievements of forgotten historical women without overshadowing the experiences of marginalized communities. Filmmakers must work collaboratively with cultural consultants and historians to ensure that these narratives are accurately and sensitively portrayed.

The question of whether it's unfair or warranted how Vanessa is being treated for releasing A Woman in Arabia is a complex one. On one hand, Vanessa Harding's intention to shed light on the life of Gertrude Bell and the Arab Revolt could be seen as a legitimate effort to bring attention to an often-overlooked historical figure and a significant period in history. In this context, the attention she receives might be a natural consequence of her status as an actress who has been active in advancing feminist ideals.

On the other hand, the criticism Vanessa is facing could be seen as warranted, given the sensitivity of the subject matter. Accusations of using Brown stories to present White women as saviors reflect concerns about perpetuating harmful narratives and reinforcing the White savior trope. It's essential to approach stories like Gertrude Bell's with a deep understanding of the historical context and the potential impact on marginalized communities.

Ultimately, whether the treatment is unfair or warranted depends on one's perspective and the standards by which these films are being evaluated. Filmmakers must be prepared for both acclaim and critique when they choose to tackle such intricate subjects, and it's vital for them to engage with the feedback constructively to create meaningful and culturally sensitive narratives.

The intersection of White perspectives, White feminism, and White saviorism in films depicting Black and Brown stories requires thoughtful examination. The intention to uplift and amplify marginalized voices is noble, but it must be executed with utmost care to avoid reinforcing harmful stereotypes and erasing the lived experiences of the communities these stories belong to. 

Vanessa Harding's filmography undeniably reflects her dedication to portraying strong and influential women throughout history. Her choice of stories highlights women who have made significant contributions and fought against societal norms to carve their own paths. While many of these stories revolve around White-majority contexts, it's important to consider how history will remember her in the broader context of evolving storytelling and the ongoing discussion around representation.

History will likely recognize Vanessa as an actress who was proactive in showcasing the accomplishments and struggles of women, particularly those who have been historically underrepresented or overlooked. However, the conversations surrounding her filmography may also include nuanced discussions about the importance of representing marginalized communities and the challenges of portraying Black and Brown stories through a White perspective. 

As society continues to evolve, the understanding of representation and cultural sensitivity in media is becoming more nuanced. Vanessa's filmography might be viewed as a reflection of the prevailing norms and attitudes of the times in which her projects were created. Future assessments could also emphasize the broader industry-wide shift towards greater diversity and inclusion in storytelling.

Ultimately, history's perspective on Vanessa Harding will likely encompass both her efforts to highlight powerful women and the ongoing dialogue surrounding the complexities of representation, particularly in relation to stories from diverse cultural backgrounds. How she is remembered will depend on how her work is contextualized within the broader narrative of progress in media representation and the discussions she may have inspired or contributed to through her projects.

[xxsycamore]

—𝘔𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘈 𝘊𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘴 𝘕𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵

► SYNOPSIS:

Jin has a point to prove to his brothers, so he shows up at the Christmas party with you by his side, introducing you as his girlfriend - an actual, serious relationship for once!

With complicated feelings forming in your heart, you consider being the main reason why his plan fails.

UPDATE: Part two of this can now be found here! - Yours For New Year's Morning

▍jin x reader (not belle!) ▍rating: G ▍tags: Fake/Pretend Relationship; Christmas Party; Reader is not Belle; Drama; Ambiguous/Open Ending ▍wordcount:  1,732

▍masterlist

▍a/n:  Merry Christmas to everyone who celebrates! Regardless if you do or not, I'm wishing you a great day today and I hope you can enjoy this fic! ❤

Written for mine and @voltage-vixen’s ‘Tis The Season For Love challenge!

PROMPT: Being the MC/LI's fake date for a Christmas party/ball

"Oh, this? This is my girlfriend. Be sure to treat her well."

Jin makes a show of casually getting himself a drink from the nearby table, his curiosity about his brothers' reaction barely hidden as he tries not to eye them from the corner of his eye. You free yourself from Jin's (too tight) grasp in order to do a curtsy and introduce yourself to them more properly.

"Girlfriend? Is this how you call your one night stands now?"

"Jin, don’t fool the poor girl. She seems like a decent one."

"Whatever, I'm going to the dessert table."

Jin's previous posture reeking of triumph is quick to deflate as a vein protrudes on his forehead.

"C'mon, you don't have to be assholes on Christmas. She's my actual girlfriend! You're being awfully disrespectful towards her!"

Seeing that even his closest brother Leon shrugs as he lifts his own glass to his lips, Jin feels defeated. He's tired of playing the role of the supportive big brother for everyone but then they apparently feel free to turn their back on him. And here he was, thinking that he'd prove a point - thinking that they'd finally change their opinion about him, seeing that he is in a serious relationship for once.

He clicks his tongue as you ignore him for Luke, who is currently assigning you a dessert judged on what you told him about your preferences for sweets. Truth to be told, the young prince is doing a better job at entertaining you than your actual date - and he has his cheeks stuffed half of the time while talking to you! It should be clicking for Jin already that you're not very impressed of the little show he put up, and you're done playing your part.

Jin forgoes getting himself a dessert for the time being, even if his expression is turning sourer and sourer  with each passing second. As an answer to your uninterested glare, he removes himself from your sight.

You spot him flirting with some girls on the terrace, and strangely enough, it bothers you. It must be because, well, opposed to what he might have thought, you actually took your role as his date seriously - so much, that the scene hurt a little. No, it's not your heart that hurts, but your pride - at that moment, you're even worse than those girls that surround the eldest prince.

At the end of the night they might get something out of it - something you're definitely not interested in - while you're left on your own in a world you don't belong to, filled with glamour and uncomfortable shoes and polite laughter muffled behind a gloved hand… You're never doing this for everyone again, be it the most loyal customer of your tavern, a royalty, or even the damn future king of Rhodolite.

You only accepted this humiliation because, in your eyes, Jin was humiliating himself more than you do right now, that one night some time ago. He had his eyes on you, but interestingly enough, he didn't aim to get you in his bed - at least that's what he says - claiming that, instead, you'd be perfect to play his pretend date. You offered him to finish the rest of the ale barrel in exchange for you attending that Christmas ball as his girlfriend, granted that he can pay for it, too. You knew he'd fail. The more he drank, the more he opened up - and his purple-haired buddy seemed to be enjoying the spectacle.

You came to know that Jin is wealthy enough to propose paying for the tables of the whole tavern.  You also came to know some spicy details about his life after midnight that you didn't ask about.

Oh, and, that he is a prince.

This guy is hopeless you thought back then, hearing him babble something about noone else being fit for the job of being his pretend date, because all of them would come back running to him the next morning with demands. For someone who is such a player, you didn't expect him to send girls home after one night. But, whatever, it has nothing to do with you.

You agreed out of pity. It was getting very late and he truly almost downed everything; he even left enough money for you to close the tavern for a week without significant financial losses.

Now that you see him flirting to his heart's content at the terrace, visibly having forgotten all about your existence, you're not feeling a tad of pity towards him. You didn't care who his brothers were, you wanted to do something and you wanted to do it now.

You made sure they're all present when you called for Jin in a feigned sweet and polite tone. Out of curiosity in your change of tone, they actually came closer - the most drama-loving ones way closer than others who kept their distance.

For a moment, they might've wondered if they're going to witness a reveal of an engagement or something, between you and Jin. It made your grin wider.

Looking at a puzzled Jin, you raise your glass as if in a toast - then splash the contents all over Jin's clothes.

"I'm sorry to whoever is left disappointed, but between me and the first prince there is nothing. I thus sincerely hope your brother learns how to treat women right. Thank you for your time."

And then you turn and leave, getting yourself one last mini pastry from the dessert table.

As much as you wanted to see Jin's defeated expression one last time tonight, you give up after you witness the one who introduced himself as Nokto giving a pouch of gold coins to the purple haired one, muttering something about losing a bet. You knew this whole family was filled with assholes, with small exceptions.

You walk out of the hall and down the stairs that lead to the exit, and the music grows quiet behind your back. Finishing the pasty in two bites, you sadly discover that all the sugar in it isn't enough to wash down the bitterness in your mouth. Hugging your arms to yourself, you brace yourself for meeting with the freezing night's weather outside and you curse the piled up snow that gets in the way between you and the opportunity to finally kick off the annoying high-heeled shoes.

"Hey, wait!"

And you bet you could've run away from this jerk way faster without the heels, too!

"What do you want, Jin?"

"I'm sorry, I know you probably never want to see me again." Jin starts, huffs of warm breath escaping his mouth as if he's ran a mile. For someone as careless as he is - at least that's what you thought - he is being actually considerate of not overstepping the boundaries of your personal space, removing himself from it with a step backwards when he notices he's too close. You might as well listen to what he has to say before you two part ways.

"Thank you for coming here."

"Your plan was a total failure and I helped for that."

Taking another step away from him and closer to the exit, you realize what's hanging above the doors.

"You asshole! I knew you weren't so kind to simply come see me off-"

"Wh-" Jin follows where your gaze just darted to, a mistletoe hanging above the doors, and his eyes widen, blush suddenly coloring his cheeks. "No, you got it wrong, I wasn't intending to-"

As you crossed the threshold, Jin mindlessly followed you outside - but then you turn around and hold him at the entrance. The warmth of his cheeks is as evident in color as it is evident to the touch, as your lips plant a kiss on his side.

"Here, now you have no reason to chase after me. I know you normally go all the way, but you only get a kiss from tonight's catch. Now you can cross me from your list."

Jin stands dumfounded, unable to do anything at all if you were to run away right this instant, anything more than simply watch you go. But you linger for a little longer,  your lips stupidly curling in a smile.

"Merry Christmas, Jin. I hope you learn how to treat women right."

Snow crunches under your feet, and you promise yourself not to look back - at Jin, or at the palace that you likely won't get to see so close ever again. But just as you thought he had no comebacks for you, you hear him shout.

"I told them we'll be together for New Years!"

"What?!"

You do a half-turn before Jin strides to your side, and you practically fulfil your promise of not looking back… but that doesn't make things any better. Jin and you walk side by side towards the lined up carriages and you simply stare at him, waiting for answers.

"My brothers. I told them we simply had a fight and that they are going to see you again on New Year's… I don't know if they believed me, though." He opens the door of one carriage for you, gesturing you in as he sees that you're frozen in place, "What, do you think I'm going to let you go home on your own at this hour?"

"Jin, there is no way they're going to fall for it twice-"

"Is that a yes?"

Once inside, you gaze at him, his face hidden in the dark part of the carriage where lamplight doesn't penetrate. Yet his reddish-brown eyes seem to shine as they stare back at yours with the optimism of a fool. You note that Jin almost seems…pretty, up this close. No wonder why women fall for his tricks.

"You might as well take shifts at the tavern at this point.

"Alright, Boss. I happen to be free tomorrow morning, I'll come around."

You watch his exchange with the coachman and slump against the window settling for the ride, seeing that it has started snowing outside. You can't believe you kissed this guy a few minutes ago.

"What, aren't you a prince? You must have every morning free."

"Oh please, you have no idea what it is like! You met every one of my brothers, right? Let me tell you how we rank from most to least likely to slack off."

"I didn't ask."

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Death to All Might, Rebirth to Yagi Toshinori

So about All Might. I’ve been extremely wary of talking about what could happen to him because straight up saying “I don’t think he’s gonna die” is asking the universe to spite me. Plus it also feels like a room full of people turning to stare at me as if I said the Sun isn’t a star. Man has death flags everywhere, I know. 

But, okay, *Bill Nye voice* consider the following:

Mr. Yagi here, if he overheard everything, just received the final nail in the coffin on his career. His time as the symbol of peace is not only over, it was in fact partially responsible for the current state of things, since he once did so much on his own that his absence now makes heroes and civilians alike ill-prepared to cope. I think it was very apt for that one guy to be wearing an All Might shirt--he was acting as a mouthpiece for the latent societal problems embedded in All Might’s legacy. 

We know already that he’s been feeling useless. I love this scene and although I’m not gonna talk about it right this second, remember what Aizawa says about just “being here” being enough:

And we know from conversations with Inko that Toshinori is also reframed his purpose around looking after Izuku. But in the end, Izuku rejected his help, and it was his classmates instead who were able to save him. Now the very progress of humanity is rejecting him too. You may me wondering how on Earth I don’t see the logical conclusion of all this being his death. Hold on. It actually has a lot to do with the fact that we’re all expecting it. Nighteye himself saw it, and despite any contrary convictions anyone might have, the plot doesn’t seem to be veering away from that end. All Might Is Gonna Die, says absolutely everything. 

It’s occurring to me that I have previous experience with this kind of plotline that probably little to no one else in this fandom shares, being that I’ve read a certain book series in which the main character is told in no uncertain terms that he will die (no, I’m not talking about hp). The series in question is T*e Und*rland Chronicl*s (censoring so it doesn’t get put in their side of tumblr) and I’m sorry but I’m about to go on a shameless tangent about it and spoil the ending for you.

So in this series there is a prophecy in every book, each one having something to do with war and conflict, and so far all of them have been right. In the last book [mc] finds out that it’s prophesied that he will be killed. Lots of the things in the prophecies are convoluted and metaphorical, but no, this one literally says “when the [mc’s title] has been killed.” He spends the whole book coming to terms with this, and he gives into it, only to find himself waking up in the hospital instead. “Wow, plot twist. /s” you may be thinking, and yeah sure, the mc in a kids book survived, big shocker. But it doesn't end there. After the war, there are peace talks, but they escalate until the two sides are on the verge of declaring war again. And [mc], bless him, has just been caught in the middle of all of this the entire time. He’s sick as shit of fighting, of watching the suffering and death of people he cares about. He draws his sword against both of them angrily, gives a speech saying he won’t take a side, and then promptly breaks his sword across his knee: “There. [mc’s title in the prophecies] is dead. I killed him.” He’s giving a huge middle finger to everyone there, to the man who wrote the prophecies, to the entire fucked up culture of it all. And so something that was taken literally turns out to be metaphorical. That is, if you still believe in the prophecies at all.

Hopefully you’re catching my drift here. What I’m saying is, even though this other series has nothing to do with bnha, it goes to show sometimes it’s the most absolute certainties that are red herrings, and a “death” can consequently be a symbolic one. In All Might’s case, it could be the death of hero society and a rejection of his own past. In other words, character development for Toshinori himself that reflects on the way the world is changing, too. Also there’s the fact that the mc from that other series I’m trying not to name has an honorary title, and I’m imagining that role he occupied “dying” could correspond to something that amounts to, “All Might is dead. I (Yagi Toshinori) killed him.” 

And here’s another thing: we also have to ask ourselves what good a dead Toshinori is to Izuku, narratively speaking. Yes, Izuku has spent his whole life idolizing even the more toxic parts of All Might, and his idealized vision of his hero does need to “die.” But how about Toshinori as a father figure?  Izuku regretting that his last interaction with Toshinori was to reject his help may drive home the fact that he shouldn’t go off on his own, but at this point it’s kinda redundant. If anything it would negate some of the progress that was just made because it’d make him extra paranoid about losing other people too. To be honest, the whole “Uncle Ben” trope, the mentor/father figure who dies and gives the mc a reason to do better, is so tired. Experiencing the death of a loved one really doesn’t deserve to be romanticized like that. I might as well admit that I’m speaking from experience, and let me tell you, losing someone you love suddenly, when you weren’t around, and with unfinished business--it makes you paranoid as hell that it will happen again. It literally gives me nightmares. Y’all, I cannot stress enough that trauma does not equal character development. Granted, just because I know this doesn’t mean Horikoshi does, but in general he does seem to lead his characters toward healing.

Okay, back to the present. Toshinori is turning away from UA. He likely feels useless and rejected. We can infer that what happens next will involve Stain, and we have a couple of extra clues to go with it: Stain considers All Might a true hero, and has stated that he would let All Might kill him. And since Horikoshi loves his parallels, we also have this fight between Endeavor and this random villain who admires him so much that he wants to die by Endeavor’s hand:

This suggests a confrontation in which Stain challenges All Might to live up to himself as he once was, so that as a hero he can vanquish Stain and symbolically overcome society's perversion of that role. But based on what All Might has learned about the system he upheld, Stain is wrong. All Might is not a “true hero” in the sense that the societal issues Stain witnessed exist not in spite of All Might, but (in part) because of him, because he took too much of the responsibility for himself.

Stain probably had no idea about the personal cost of All Might’s lonely burden until after the fact. Maybe he’s seeing it now. So then perhaps the confrontation would be more about Stain claiming he’s just as fake as the rest. Either way, Toshinori has the opportunity to denounce himself and be rid of “All Might,”  to stop living in his own shadow. Nighteye’s vision has been defied before, and I honestly wouldn’t be surprised if the combination of society shifting + Toshinori’s own conviction is enough to do it again and work fate in his favor.

He is not All Might. He is Yagi Toshinori: quirkless, worn down, and directionless except for his dedication to Izuku. If he survives his interaction with Stain, he can resolve his imperfect mentorship by confessing about his shortcomings and simply supporting Izuku as a part of his family, not as his teacher (as Aizawa said, just “being there”). And that’s how you really get character development, for both of them. I mean, shit, imagine Toshinori straight up telling Izuku to stop calling him All Might.

[jerzwriter]

Meet "my" Tobias Carrick

No. I didn't create Tobias Carrick. But in my HC for Tobias/Casey, I flesh out my version of Tobias Carrick. His character was left criminally underdeveloped in canon, leaving most writers to put together their own version of who he is . Since I have an extensive list of writing for this pairing, I thought it would be helpful to have this as a reference.

Meet MY Tobias Carrick...

Book: Open Heart Current/ForeverLI: Casey Mactavish (F!MC) Face claim: Jesse Williams Full Name: Tobias Charles Carrick Nicknames: T (most everyone), Dwight (Ethan), Babe, honey, sexy, and other nauseating names (Casey) Age/DOB: February 19, 1984 Born: Washington, D.C.

Meet Casey Mactavish Carrick Tobias & Casey Masterlist

Parents:

Vivian Edmonds Carrick was 24 at the time of his birth. She was the first in her family to attend college. She put herself through community college and earned a scholarship to George Washington University. Where she met Charles.

Charles Theodore Carrick was 26 when Tobias was born. He was from an extremely wealthy family with deep roots in Washington, DC. His father was disappointed when he pursued a career in medicine, but he went on to be one of the most respected physicians in his field.

Vivian was a nurse, then later an art curator and philanthropist. Her focus was on improving arts and science education and career opportunities in disadvantaged neighborhoods in the Washington, DC area.

Tobias was close with his parents, but there were issues. Especially with his father. When he was approaching adulthood, Tobias didn't feel his father, a white man, was sensitive to the challenges he faced as a young, biracial man in America. Charles tried, but there was a gap that could have been closed, instead, both men became defensive and dug in their heels.

When Tobias chose to go to Howard, an HBCU, for undergrad as opposed to his family's alma mater GW, or an Ivy, his father was displeased (he felt it would lead to his son having fewer opportunities), and their relationship was permanently damaged. While he was in Hopkins Med School, Charles was diagnosed with cancer and not given long to live. They began to repair their relationship, but Charles died sooner than expected. Their failure to truly make peace with his father before he passed had a long-lasting effect on Tobias, his relationship with his brother, and others.

Siblings:

One brother, Jordan, is seven years his junior.

Tobias was an only child for a long time, so he wasn't sure how he felt about having a sibling. They were close, but the difference in age made things hard.

His parents were loving but often busy with work, charity, and social events. He loved his brother and was very protective, but not exceptionally close.

They had a major falling out when his father died but was able to repair their relationship - with one more bump in the road - later on.

College: Howard University, Washington DC. He graduated Summa Cum Laude with a B.S. in Bio-Chemistry. Though his family was from DC, Tobias lived on campus while attending college.

Med School: Johns Hopkins School of Medicine, Baltimore, MD. He graduated 2nd in his class.

Occupation: He begins his career as a resident at Mass Kenmore Hospital in Boston, staying on as an attending when his program is complete; he eventually leads MK's diagnostics team. He moves to Edenbrook shortly after he begins dating Casey. When Casey gets a job offer in DC, they move together, and he works in private practice to afford him more time with his girls until an opportunity opens for him to be COM at Inova Fairfax Hospital in Virginia. He works there for a short time, then, after Casey gives birth to their third child, the two decide to start a family practice together.

Growing up: Tobias always felt like he straddled two worlds: His father's extremely wealthy white family and his mother's lower-middle-income black family. They lived in the same city, but it may as well have been two different worlds. He never felt fully accepted by most in his father's family and preferred being with his mother's until he was a teen.

He had always been close with his maternal cousins, but once he was in high school, the differences in their lives caused issues. He was in one of the most elite private schools in the nation, sitting next to children of ambassadors and world leaders, and his cousins couldn't relate. Some were envious. Some accused him of not understanding them. He felt guilt, and he felt attacked, and once again, he felt like he didn't belong.

He was an only child for 7-years, and he sometimes felt lonely. His parents were loving but often busy with work, charity, and social events. He loved his brother, but the age gap didn't allow for them to become too close. They had a major falling out when his father died but was able to repair their relationship - with one more bump in the road - later on.

College:

He thrived in Howard. It really was the first time he felt as if he belonged, but that caused a bigger wedge with his father.

He was a straight A-student but also partied hard.

He dated Kara Willson for a year and a half but skated far too close to infidelity one too many times, and she kicked him to the curb. At that point, he swore off committed relationships until he was set in his career.

He graduated at the top of his class.

Med School:

The first two years were among the happiest times of his life. He and Ethan were best friends and created a found family. He was thriving and felt like the world was opening to him.

His father's illness was the first thing to end that joyful period, and his death brought it to a halt.

That coincided with his competition with Ethan becoming toxic and their friendship ending. This led to a long period where Tobias's life looked bright on the outside, but the inside was another story.

He kept true to no serious relationships. College and med school were flings, occasional ONS, and a longstanding arrangement with a local woman, Amanda.... until Vincenza (aka, Hopkins girl).

Tobias and "Cenza" were close friends, and decided not to take their relationship further after she broke up with Ethan... until they did. They dated secretly (out of respect for Ethan) for 6-months, even planning on finding residencies near each other - until he said something crass about being with Cenza at a party shortly before graduation, and she was officially done with both of them.

Other relationships:

The last time he attempted a serious relationship was as a resident when he dated Sasha Carlson, who was working in the administration department at Kenmore. She was wonderful, they dated for one year, and then it was clear she wanted more, and he couldn't do it. They broke up, and he swore if he didn't want "it" with her, it was time to admit a long-term-committed relationship was not for him. He swore on to being an eternal bachelor. (He and Sasha became friends later, and when he begins dating Casey, she and Kerry, his first girlfriend/family friend, are his two best friends.)

His adult years were not as "ho-ish" as many may believe. lol He tended to have long-term "no-strings-attached" relationships that were mostly for sex and occasional companionship, never really any deep emotion. (The Exes)

When he met Casey, initially, he assumed it had to be a physical attraction and figured if he indulged in that, the insane feeling possessing him would pass. In time, he realized he was really feeling something, but he blew it. Then she almost died (chemical attack), and she let him back in - only as a friend... and then - they fell in love.

Traits and random things: Tobias is charismatic AF; he could charm the paint off of a wall. He is also relatively happy-go-lucky and wants to enjoy life as much as possible, even if he is misguided at times. He retains this part of his personality even after he settles down with Casey. Some find it odd that he could be so into her, being together, a husband and father - but it's not a stretch. He found the one. And he is as "go big or go home" with her as he is with everything else in his life.

Random things:

Like Casey, he has varied musical tastes. But he has a huge love for Motown. When he finds out Casey does, too, he realizes it was fate. lol

He is very wealthy but not a snob. It's likely his exposure to his mother's family and their struggles that kept him grounded. This is why he can understand (if not fully relate to) Casey, who grew up struggling financially.

That said, he does like the finer things. Clothes, travel, cars, dining out. When he was single, he loved dropping $$$ to impress his dates. When he's with Casey, he loves spoiling her rotten. This is an issue for her, and they have to strike a balance.

Most don't know it, but he's more socially conscious than he appears. His parent's philanthropy (especially his mother's) had a huge impact on him, as did the time he spent with his maternal grandparents, who were active members of their community church. He had gotten into a habit of letting a check be his contribution, but after being with Casey, who was much more hands-on, he rediscovered that part of himself too.

He embraced being a husband and father to the shock of... well, everyone. But he wasn't like Ethan, who wanted love but feared it. Tobias had no fear of it. He just didn't want it because he never met anyone he could see it with. Once he did, there was no "fear factor" to get over, and that's why he was (see above) go big or go home. Casey had cold feet more than he did.

That's more than enough for now. LMAO

[vanaglori-ah]

litg s5 mc tag

thank you for tagging me @mercedesdecorazon !! coco is wonderful and i hope to rescue her from the villa soon 🤧

but anyways! challenge accepted! (also i desperately need to decompress)

full name: lanfei tsai

nickname(s): lan (main), fei fei (younger brother), lany (suresh)

hometown: london, england

age: 25

occupation: actress for film and television

sexuality: bisexual

preferred pronouns: she / they

any languages?: mandarin, cantonese, french, italian

any hidden talents?: “i can tie a cherry stem into a knot with my tongue”

ideal outfit: lan prefers to present masculine. so oftentimes you will see them wearing loose button down shirts with pants and boots. they think their forearms are one of the best parts of themselves, so the sleeves are rolled up almost always. they like the gleam of satin shirts and also turtlenecks. they always dress up regardless of casuality (yes, she is one of those people).

how did they meet suresh?:

a mutual friend.

aka. their lawyer.

lan went to a party their lawyer invited them to. she didn’t really wanna be there but stuck with it anyways. while chilling in a corner, they were approached by suresh who recognized them from a tv show they starred in as a teen, black daisies. they talked for some before suresh asked her out on a date. it’s been a while so she shrugged and said, “why not?”

mc & their face claim:

lan’s current mood in the villa:

beach hut confession:

“i don’t know why i’m here.” they purse their lips. “literally nothing is going my way. being coupled up with suresh is my personal hell! i want him out of my life. but he keeps persisting and i feel like i need to throw something!” she sighs and leans forward a bit. “it’s only been five days but i am exhausted beyond belief. everyone keeps asking for my opinion on everything! it’s not up to me to dictate what you do!“ they run a hand through their hair. “i’m so tired. i need to be left alone.” their eyes flick around for a second before they lean back into the chair. “this whole thing was a mistake. (buzzed out name), this is your fault. i have work anyways. filming and stuff.”

tagging: @lasswithumor + anyone else that wants to join!