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gyubby99 · 1 year ago
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Plot twist: he called mal up for instructions
@gyubby99 ..........
Alastor x OC smut
Warnings: smut smut smut. Alastor being out of character (I tried my best), smut is not my strong suit. Squirting, oral (f receiving), piv sex, alastor being completely feral. A it of fluff at the end. Pls don't judge me 😭😭
Aponi's eyes fluttered open gently as a warm breeze wafted in through the window.
She sighed contentedly with a small smile before swinging her arm back softly to feel for her boyfriend. Only to be met with emptiness on the other side.
Sitting up, she yawned and stretched, rubbing her eyes free of her tiredness.
As she processed the morning, she heard noises in the bathroom, the door closed.
With a raised eyebrow she stood up, fixing her pajama shorts as she walked to the bathroom and opened the door.
She chuckled when she was met with the image of the Radio Demon brushing his teeth.
"Is there an even you're going to or something?" She asked, leaning against the door frame as he finished brushing his teeth.
"No my dear! I just... wanted to brush my teeth before I did something!" He explained, getting exceptionally close to his butterfly.
"And what were you gonna do?" Aponi asked before walking into the bathroom herself to brush her hair.
Alastor stayed silent before speaking up.
"Its the first day of October my Darling," he stated, an awkward smile plastered on his face.
Aponi stopped what she was doing, a blush creeping up onto her face.
"That still doesn't explain why you were brushing your teeth," she joked, looking back at herself in the mirror.
Alastor's smile became dark, and somewhat scary as he grabbed her by her waist and all but threw her onto her bed.
"What-" she chuckled breathily "Alastor? What're you-" she was cut off by Alastor crashing his lips into hers.
She hummed into the kiss. It was loving.
Alastor spoke with actions. He wanted her to know he loved her.
As aponi sighed dreamily into the kiss, alastor changed it so it was hungrier.
Grabbing her wrists, he pinned them over her head, rendering her helpless.
His lips moved down her body as he all but ripped off her clothes.
"Hey! You owe me new pj's," she complained, only to be silenced when he spread her legs.
She attempted to close them.
"Hey woah, you don't have to do that," she stated.
"But darling, you smell so good," Alastor stated, not taking his eyes off of her wet cunt.
Aponi blushed. "Yeah but I doubt you'd like that... this is about you baby. Not me," she muttered.
Alastor chuckled darkly, using his strength to pry her legs open wider.
"You're right. And I would love if you'd let me do this for you, my dear," he stated, finally meeting her eyes, asking her genuinely.
Aponi bit her lip. "If you're into that.. then... okay," she smiled softly.
In a blink of an eye, Alastor's lips wrapped around her clit.
She let out a gasp and a moan as her hands shot down to tangle in his hair.
"Holy shit," she gasped as alastor licked a stripe up her folds. "Should I be jealous of whoever taught you to do that?" She asked, attempting to make a joke.
Alastor only hummed in response, sending up vibrations of pleasure throughout her body.
He smiled against her heat as his tongue dipped into her hole, chuckling darkly as he heard her gasp. His nose pressed against her clit as he ate her out.
"Oh fuck-!" She exclaimed as she clenched her thighs around his head.
Alastor moved his mouth up so he was suckinh on her bundle of nerves before two of his fingers entered her, moving in and out at an alarmingly slow pace.
Aponi bit down on her knuckle, trying not to meant too loud.
Her poor neighbors.
"Alastor please don't stop- don't stop-" she begged as her hips moved against him, her orgasm approaching quickly.
"M'so close.. please don't stop!" She slurred as her head fell back onto the pillows.
Her eyes widened as she felt empty.
"Al, what the fuck?" She asked as she gasped, trying to catch her breath.
In the blink of an eye, he was on top of her, his eyes crazed as he pinned her arms down by her sides.
He kissed her violently and she moaned, still being able to taste herself on his lips.
She gasped as she felt his cock prod at her entrance.
When had he gotten undressed? She asked herself as she struggled to move.
As he practically shoved himself inside of her, she gasped out an "I love you".
The lights flickered red and Alastor grew in size, his eyes glowing and his antlers growing.
Aponi gasped as she felt him grow inside of her as well.
He flipped her over so she was on her stomach, her ass in the air as he pounded into her.
She gasped and let out a broken moan as she grabbed the bedsheets tightly, her nails digging into her skin of her palm through the fabric.
Alastor moved one of his hands down her stomach to where he could feel himself inside of her. He pushed down, causing him to grunt at how tight his beautiful girlfriend was.
Aponi moaned, tears pricking her eyes as they rolled back into her head.
His thrusts got sloppier than they already were.
He grabbed a fistful of her hair, tugging it harshly so her back was pressed against him.
Her arm moved so her gand was on his back, her elbow next to his head.
Her nails scratched harshly on his skin, the scratches starting to bleed.
His thrusts got faster at the pain before he grabbed her hips harshly, definitely leaving a bruise as he kissed her neck, sucking on the space where her neck me ther shoulder.
"Alastor~!" She moaned as she tensed up, her release hitting her like a truck.
Alastor didn't stop. He was relentless as he chased his own orgasm.
Aponi gasped at the overstimulation as one of his hands moved town to play with her clit.
"A-alastor s'too much, baby.... Alastor!" She moaned as she felt herself squirt on him.
He let himself release inside of her, riding out his high slowly until his hips came to a stop and his full demon form faded away
Aponi collapsed onto the bed, catching her breath.
"Shit," she hissed as she felt every last bit of soreness in her body.
Alastor moved to lay down next to her, pulling her gently so her head rested on his chest.
After laying for a few minutes, apini spoke up.
"Wait so you cleaned your mouth so you could eat me out?" She asked, a smirk on her face.
"I shall not confirm nor deny anything, darling!" He stated, a blush on his face.
Aponi sighed happily before kissing his cheek.
"I love you," she muttered.
"I love you as well, my dear," he smiled, genuinely.
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mountain-in-springtime · 6 months ago
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just wearing my favorite dress of all time to dinner no big deal
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luvsavos · 2 years ago
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collecting like pokemon cards monster ocs to draw
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midnighthazee · 2 months ago
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Greenridge ABO Series
a/n: So sorry this took so long! I got a little busy. But my goal is to post a chapter at least 3 times a week. :) Thanks for your patience Greenies!
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Warnings: FLUFF AND FLUFF, little angst, abuse, death, mentions of blood/injury, mentions of past abuse, explicit language, fear, pet names (I think thats everything)
WC: 5711
Chapter 7
“Explain it to me…. One. More. Time.. how you let this happen.” Alpha Lewis pinched the bridge of his nose, eyes closed. 
Hayes and Milo exchanged glances.
“I'm waiting….” Lewis growled. 
“We decided to take her out and hunt her in the woods.” Hayes stated.
“And what the fuck compelled you to do that?” Lewis snapped, tilting his head.
“We were just having fun.” Milo said, looking at the ground.
Lewis exhaled deeply, stepping in front of Milo and slapping him across the face. Although it felt more like a punch with the sheer force of anger backing it. His lip was cut from Lewis's ring, a drop of blood beading. Lewis then turned to Hayes who tensed.
“And you thought joining him was the smart choice? Because I know damn well it was his idea.” Lewis seethed, eyes squinting.
“Well I-” Hayes was cut off by Lewis's grip on his throat.
“You’re the fucking alpha when I’m away. Do you think this reckless behavior is how an alpha should act? You don’t get your own pack like this.” Lewis lectured. “And apparently you let it happen on multiple occasions?���
He released his neck with a push as his betas Frankie and Triston came in with beta Mallory. Sighing, Lewis walked over to them and grabbed the young beta by her shirt collar. She whimpered as he snatched her and threw her to Hayes’s feet.
“Let me teach you a lesson.” Lewis pulled a gun from his back pocket, aimed, and shot twice.
She cried out, clutching her chest.
“No!” Hayes dropped to his knees, scooping her up.
“You’re mate here will die thanks to the recklessness of your brother that you allowed.” Lewis threw the gun down between Hayes and Milo before walking off.
It was then that they realized it was Milo’s BB gun.
“Oh…and if you’re wondering… yes, it was loaded with those cobalt pellets. Get rid of that damn gun and clean out the cells in the basement.” Lewis walked off.
“Mallory? Mal? Hey….look at me.” Hayes said, tears pooling in his eyes.
She looked up at him, coughing up blood as her eyes began to glaze over. “Hayes?” 
“I’m here…I'm here. I’m so sorry.” Hayes cried as she weakly raised her hand to caress his cheek.
Milo was there, head hung as the guilt ate at him. He shouldn’t have pushed his brother to break the rules. And now his brother was being punished when it should’ve been him. The guilt became anger quickly as he wanted to punish you - if you hadn’t gotten out, none of this would be happening.
“Mallory! No, come back to me!” Hayes sobbed next to him, as Mallory's eyes began to close. The cobalt was straight to her heart and spreading quickly.
Milo knelt down, resting a hand on his shoulder. “I’m sorry. I-”
“Don’t touch me!” Hayes growled.
Milo jumped back, clenching his jaw as he looked at Mallory. She went limp in his brother’s hold, Hayes pulling her close to his chest as he sobbed into her hair. They were so in love with each other that Hayes wanted to marry her. She was always telling him to wait, knowing he had a soulmate out there, but he didn’t care. She was all he wanted, swearing that she was his soulmate. She would simply shake her head and smile at him. Now he had no one.
Quietly, he stood, lifting Mallory in his arms and taking her to be buried in the yard. Milo grieved as well. He liked Mallory and hated that he got her killed. She had always been nice to him and considered him her brother. Subconsciously, he moved to follow but Hayes turned to him, eyes red with anger.
“Stay the fuck away from me.” Hayes snarled.
“Hayes let me help-”
“No. This is your fault. You got her killed.” Hayes stormed off.
Milo whimpered in the loneliness of the garage. He was going to spend the rest of his life making this up to his brother.
“I need you two to go south to Okami. Check and make sure she’s not there. Frankie, you’re with Hayes. Go check with Honshu. Report back your findings. I swear they better not have crossed me.” Lewis clenched his fists at the thought. “And if they haven’t, then we will check the neighboring territories. We will find her.” 
The betas nodded, heading off towards the house of their allies. Hayes had buried Mallory nearly an hour ago, leaving flowers at her makeshift grave off the edge of their grassy yard. Eventually he would get her a proper tombstone.
While they handled that, Lewis went down to the basement to see how Milo was fairing. He opened the door, forgetting just how rank it can smell down there since usually he has people get the omegas when he requests them. But now he was going down here on his own. The piss and mildew smell was quickly joined with the rancid smell of fear and anxiety.
Milo was currently cleaning out your old cage, soapy water splashed about on the floor. He pushed the mop back and forth as Lewis approached.
Looking at the bucket of cleaning supplies, he saw a scrub brush. He picked it up, spinning it in his hands before tossing it at Milo. Milo jumped, looking at his alpha.
“Scrub. I want you on your hands and knees until this place is sparkling. I lost my favorite omega and a beta because of your stupidity.”
“I’m sorry, sir.” Milo hung his head.
Lewis walked to the next cell, the female omega cowering in the corner. Her chains clanked as she scooted, pressing herself into the wall. He turned around, looking at the male omega in the cage across from her. He too was shaking, curled in the corner.
“Tell me, omegas. Does he hunt you two as well?” Lewis asked.
They both shook their heads.
“Be honest. If I catch you lying on his behalf, no food for a week.”
“Once.” the male whispered. “He said I was boring, though.”
“Interesting. Thank you.” Lewis said, turning to the stairs as he glared at Milo. “Feed them in an hour. He gets extra food. And if you lay another finger on them, you’ll be joining them.”
With that, Lewis headed back upstairs. He had work to be done, an infiltration to plan. He would get his omega back, that was for sure.
You woke up with a jolt, having just dreamed that the Nykos had found you and brought you back home. At least this time you didn’t scream and wake someone. Standing, you stretch and look around your room. Sure it was nice and comfy, but it still felt foreign - like it wasn’t your actual room and just something temporary. You didn’t know how to make it yours though. Didn’t one of the boys say something about personalizing it?
You make your way into the bathroom and brush your hair. It was slightly frizzy so you just put it in a high ponytail. You brushed your teeth and got dressed before heading downstairs. It was only your third day with them and yet so much had happened. 
As you walk into the kitchen, the usual breakfast buffet is set out, different options of course but still smelling amazing.
“Morning, kitten.” Minho says, smiling at you.
“Morning.” you smile, blushing.
“Morning!” Felix cheered, hugging you from behind.
You tensed instinctively, and he let go.
“Sorry,” he said sheepishly. “I’m a hugger.”
You give him a small smile, your heart now beating a bit faster.
“Just because you hugged her once, doesn’t mean you can all the time.” Seungmin noted.
Felix glared at him.
“Y-you can.” you admitted, looking at the ground. “You just can’t sneak up on me.”
“Are you sure?” Felix asked, tilting your chin to look into your eyes.
“Yes.” you nod.
A big grin spread across his face and he engulfed you in a tight hug. You froze, not that you could move with his grip, but his smell of excitement and happiness relaxed you. You liked making him happy. Isn’t that what omegas are supposed to do? Take care of their pack members and provide them with strength, love, and support?
“Okay. Let’s eat.” Hyunjin said, coming into the kitchen. “What’s wrong?”
He looked over at y/n and Felix as he was hugging her.
“Nothing. She just gave Felix permission to hug her whenever he wants.” Seungmin sounded annoyed.
“Why does she look scared?” Hyunin smirked. 
Felix pulled away immediately, looking at your face. “No she doesn't.”
Hyunjin laughed as he walked by you and you noticed all the love bites and bruises covering his neck and arms. Jeongin was definitely rough with him yesterday. The commotion of everyone filling their plates with food drew your attention away. You realized you had been staring and cleared your throat to go fix your own plate. 
“So what’s the plan for today?” Changbin asked as you all started to sit at the table.
You sat between Felix and Hyunjin and began to eat your breakfast when Felix spoke.
“Oh! Let’s go to the lake! Y/n, you want to go to the lake?” Felix’s eyes were wide and he was nearly vibrating with excitement.
“Um…sure?”
“You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” Minho clarified.
“I never got to leave my cell. Only on rare occasions when they wanted to parade us around for a party or something. So getting out of the house would be nice.” You say.
“Perfect.” Felix said with a big smile. “Who wants to join us?”
“Hyunjin?” Changbin asks with a suggestive smirk.
“Sorry babe. I have to go relieve Chan.” Hyunjin reminded him.
“Oh yeah.” Changbin pouted. “I guess I’ll still go.”
“Me too.” Seungmin added.
Felix hurried to finish his food and get a cooler packed. Minho was moving too slow for him so he made the sandwiches and snacks himself. Then he filled the cooler with some ice and drinks, putting the food on top. After, he ran off upstairs and returned after a few moments with towels and sunscreen.
“I think I got everything.” Felix mutters, thinking hard.
You giggle. “We need all this?”
“We are going to spend the day there. It’s a bit of a walk to get there so we can have a picnic after some swimming.” Changbin told you.
“Swimming?” you asked. You don’t even know if you have ever gone swimming. If so, you were really little - probably five seeing as you had been with the Nykos since you were around seven. Over a decade with them and you were definitely lacking in the life experiences department.
“Oh hey, Felix. We should bring the floaties.” Changbin stated.
“Yes. Good idea!” Felix rushed off to the garage. 
You had been walking for miles. Changbin says the lake is only a three and half mile walk but it feels longer. You were dragging behind everyone as they effortlessly hiked the hills and through the trees. You tripped a few times, one of which everyone had to stop for so Felix could clean the cut and apply a bandaid. 
They were all slowing down to keep pace with you, making it slower for them. They usually get there within an hour and it had definitely been closer to three hours at this point.
“C’mon y/n. We are almost there.” Seungmin complained.
“Give her a break Seungmin. She’s not used to all this activity.” Felix glared.
“It’s just over this hill.” Changbin said, holding out a hand to help you with the incline.
You gratefully took his hand as you panted, your legs burning. He pulled you along and it helped but you just wanted to get there. You made your way up the hill and at the top you could see the lake a few yards ahead.
“Wow. It’s gorgeous.” You say, stunned.
“It is. Come on.” Felix jumped from a giant rock and made his way down to the small ravine leading to the lake.
The lake wasn’t massive, definitely not big enough for boating. But enough that they could enjoy swimming around. The ravine was fairly wide, with a small creek trailing down to a waterfall that let out into the lake. As they walked the trail and came around the waterfall, they made out their usual picnic spot. Felix was laying out the blanket and placing the bags on the corners. 
There was a small wooden makeshift dock leading into the lake that you could jump off, the water clear enough for you to make out some fish swimming around and the rocks below. It was truly picturesque as you took it in.
“You like?” Felix asked.
“It’s so pretty here. The water, the trees, the mountain range in the background.” your eyes taking everything in.
“Worth the hike?” Changbin chuckled.
You nod. It definitely was. You wanted to stay here forever. Far away from the Nykos and any pack squabbles.
“Let’s go swimming and cool off.” Felix said eagerly, slipping off his shoes and running over to the small wooden dock.
He ran the length, jumping off and into the water. Your heart caught in your throat. You don’t know why the sight made you nervous, but you watched with wide eyes, willing him to resurface. Subconsciously you stepped forward, staring.
His head popped up and he laughed out, shaking his head and making his hair fling everywhere. You finally let out the breath you had been holding and watched as he swam around.
“Hurry. The water feels great.” Felix called out.
“Can you swim?” Seungmin stood beside you.
“I- uh…No, I don’t think so.” you mutter.
“We will teach you.” Seungmin assured with a smile. 
Felix climbed up the dock and was making his way over. He had taken off his tank top and was ringing it out. You stared at his bare skin, the water on it glistening in the sunlight. He stripped off his shorts too, leaving him in just his boxers as he rung out his clothes and came over. He went over to the trees and placed his clothes on a string you just noticed.  
“Ready?” Seungmin asked.
You nodded, slipping off your own shoes and following him to the little dock. You made it halfway before you got nervous and froze.
“It’s okay. I won’t let you drown.” Seungmin comforts, holding out a hand. “None of us will.”
Felix comes back, running past and doing a cannonball into the water. Changbin followed after, giggling as he jumped in. 
“C’mon y/n. I’ll catch you.” Changbin called.
Seungmin led you to the edge, standing with you.
“Jump,” Changbin beckoned.
Your legs froze. What if the water was too cold? What if it was too deep and you fell to the bottom? What if-
You scream, limbs flailing as you fall into the water. Seungmin was laughing mischievously. Of course he pushed you in. Changbin caught you like he said and you gasped for air, wiping the water from your face.
“Hey, hey. You’re good. I got you.” Changbin says.
“Seungmin. You ass!” You said between breaths, glaring at him.
“You were taking too long.” he says before jumping in.
Teaching you to swim turned out pretty easy. The boys got lucky that your subconscious remembered how from when you learned as a child. Within thirty minutes, you were swimming around them on your own. You could go underwater and swim in even the deepest part. 
You did nearly drown Felix at one point when a fish touched your foot and you freaked out, grabbing onto him. Seungmin was dying laughing at the situation, Changbin pulling you off and calming you.
After swimming for nearly an hour, you all got out and had lunch. You were in just a shirt and underwear as the boys just swam in their boxers. It was freeing but you didn’t feel comfortable enough to be fully naked. Changbin said they usually are naked when they come, but for you they would stay modest. You honestly didn’t know how you would feel if they were all naked right now.
So your clothes hung on the line, blowing in the breeze as you ate. The sandwiches Felix packed were pretty good and you managed to eat two and half (good thing Felix made several). 
“You were hungry.” Changbin noted, amused.
“Yeah, because she almost drowned Felix.” Seungmin notes.
You roll your eyes.
“He’s never gonna let you live that down.” Felix whispers. 
“I can tell.”
As you finish up, Seungmin gets ready to get back into the water. You tell him to wait up, hurrying to catch up to him. As you approach the dock, you hear rustling in the trees. You whip your head around to see what it was but you can’t see anything.
“Y/n….y/n?” Seungmin calls out but you barely hear him.
You squinted, looking harder between the brush of the trees and bushes. Focusing your heightened hearing, you hear footsteps approaching. Panic fills your body and you back up. You managed to get on the dock but stepped right off, into the shallow end. You screamed, falling into the water. The boys rushed over, Seungmin hopping down to help you up.
“No! Stop!” You pushed him away.
“Y/n, it’s okay. It’s us.” Changbin spoke in a calming way.
You blinked through the water on your face and realized you were surrounded by the three of them.
“But I heard footsteps.” you mumble. This was embarrassing.
Changbin quickly walked over to the trees and stepped through, making your heart race even more. He looked around, sniffing the air and listening out. When he returned, he shook his head.
“Nothing there. No scent. It was probably just an animal.”
“It sounded big if it was an animal.” you scoff.
“There are some big animals out here. But you aren’t used to the sounds of the forest, so it makes sense. But I promise you’re safe. This lake is deep in our property.” Changbin explains. 
You nod, Seungmin supporting you in the waist deep water. As the adrenaline wears off, you start to feel pain. Your ankle was kind of throbbing. You move to walk closer to the dock and you stumble, Seungmin catching you.
“Are you hurt?” Felix asks. 
You nod. “Not badly, though.” “Let me see.” Felix says and Seungmin and Changbin help you out of the water.
You sit on the dock and Felix inspects your ankle. You wince as he twists it a bit. Seungmin fetches the first-aid kit from Felix’s bookbag and brings it back to him.
“Might be a sprain or bruising. Here is definitely going to bruise.” he says, pointing to the side of your thigh that you landed on the rock with. It was scraped and slightly bleeding.
“I’m fine. I’ve had worse.” you mumble.
“Just let us take care of you.” Felix glares.
You keep your mouth shut as he examines the scrap, cleaning it.
“Can we get back to swimming now?” you ask.
“You’re hurt.” Seungmin deadpanned.
You roll your eyes, moving to stand. It hurts but you managed to get yourself on two legs. You begin walking - or rather limping - to the edge of the dock.
“See. I’m fine.”
“Y/n…if you keep walking on it, you can do more damage.” Felix lectured.
“Then I won’t walk.” You said, falling backwards into the water.
Felix gasps, looking at the other two for what to do. Seungmin shrugs and runs down the dock, diving into the water. Felix reluctantly puts the first aid kit back on their blanket and joins everyone in the water. They even brought some of the floaties out, blowing them up. You liked lounging on them..until Seungmin flipped you over.
It was dusk and the sun was about to set beyond the mountain range in the distance. You were laying on the blanket, Felix finally bandaging you up. Your leg was scraped so he applied some ointment he made from some of the herbs and wrapped it. He also wrapped your ankle so you could walk. Clothes were put back on and the picnic was packed.
“Okay, Y/n. I need to pack the blanket.” Felix said.
“I’m too tired to move.” you groaned as you laid there.
“Are you?” Changbin knelt down and began to tickle you.
You gasp, eyes wide as you squirmed. 
“What… are… you… doing?” you say between giggles.
Changbin stops. “Tickling you? No one’s ever…?”
He trailed off as you shook your head. Awkward…
You both stood and Felix packed up the bags. Everyone put their shoes on and began heading back home. You were limping but pushing through it. It wasn’t until you were nearly ten feet behind them that they realized how much you were hiding your pain.
“Okay. I’m giving you a piggyback ride home.” Changbin said.
“No, no. I’m fine.” That was a lie and they all knew it.
The more you walked on your ankle, the more it was hurting. But you didn’t want to be a burden. It was a long trek home and you didn’t want him to have to carry you the whole time.
“You’re light. And it will be faster if I carry you. The sun is about to set.” Changbin argued.
“You’re hurt y/n. You don’t want to make it worse. Just let him carry you.” Felix pleaded.
“Fine.” you groaned.
You weren’t used to touching them yet so it felt weird to be so close, but Seungmin helped you onto Changbin’s back and he carried you. The sun was setting faster than they wanted so they were trying to hurry home.
Lewis was pacing in his office as he waited for his betas to return home. He was hoping he wouldn’t have to cut ties with any of his allies for betraying him. But if they stole his omega, he would burn their house down and kill them all.
Knock. Knock.
“Come in.” Lewis said.
Frankie and Hayes walked in.
“They didn’t have her and haven’t seen her. We were invited in but her smell wasn’t there or near the property.”
“Good. I don’t have to lose their numbers.” Lewis said. “Now I’m just waiting to hear back from Triston and Sam about the Okami pack. They need to hurry and get back.”
“I’m telling you, sir. They are with Greenridge. Their property was closest to where we were and if we didn’t see a body… It means she was picked up. It had to be them. And knowing them, they weren’t going to leave her to die.” Hayes argued.
“My father was clear about our agreement. I’m not going to undermine him. I am doing my due diligence before marching over there and demanding to search their property. If they stole from me, we don’t have to worry about the agreement.” Lewis said.
“So send us. We will ask if they have seen her. Of course they will deny it but we can catch her scent.” Frankie offered. “We go now and if Sam and Triston come back with her location before then, just call us and we will turn around.”
“Fine. Go. But…” Lewis pointed his finger at them. “If you see or smell her, don’t make a scene. I don’t need you trying to fight them. Just report back and we will form a plan.”
“Yes sir.” They said in unison with a bow of their heads.
They got in Hayes’s truck and drove over to the Greenridge property. The sun was nearly setting, making the skies a haze of purple and orange colors. They parked at the end of the drive and walked up, keeping as much distance as they could.
Minho and Chan were home, Chan knocked out in his room. Jeongin had worn him out last night and he spent the day sleeping it off. His body was spent and he was definitely going to have to send someone else for the night so he could recoup. The last thing he wanted was to weaken himself when they have to stay alert in protecting you.
Minho was looking in the fridge trying to figure out what to make for dinner. You three would be back soon and he wanted dinner ready. He decided on something simple - grilled chicken, roasted veggies, and mashed potatoes. Jisung was left to help fix dinner, which he groaned about because it meant he couldn’t play his game.
Whilst skinning and chopping the potatoes, the doorbell rang. Sighing, Minho went to answer it as Jisung kept chopping the veggies. Minho opened the door, greeting the two gentlemen as their scent practically smacked him in the face. One was an alpha, the other beta, and they both smelled a little like you did when you first arrived.
“Can I help you guys?” Minho asked.
“We hope so. I’m Frankie, this is Hayes. We were looking for a special someone. We lost our mate and she’s very timid. We were hoping that maybe you had seen her?” Frankie said in the most sincere voice, as if he was genuinely worried.
“Uh, no. We haven’t seen anyone new around here.”
“You sure?” Hayes challenged, eyes squinting at Minho. “She’s a very pretty thing. She likes to run off but she’s not the most stable in the head. She gets lost and confused easily… very delusional sometimes.” 
“Not ringing a bell.” Minho said, trying to maintain his anger. How dare he talk about you like that. “If I happen to find a confused girl, I will surely let you know.”
“Thank you.” Hayes stepped forward, his foot landing at the threshold of the door. He held out his hand and forced a smile. “We are part of the Nyko pack. Just bring her by if you find her.”
Minho shook his hand, a display of strength as Hayes squeezed. Minho didn’t reveal himself so he let the alpha squeeze his hand. “Will do. Have a nice night.”
“You too.” Hayes glanced around the room before he and Frankie walked off. Minho watched them get nearly halfway down the drive before shutting the door.
“Dammit.” Chan growled, coming up behind Minho from his room.
“You don’t think they could smell her, do you?” a worried Jisung asked.
“If they did, they played it off well. She hasn’t been here all day. So her scent should hopefully be faint enough. Between our smells, the cleaning I did earlier, and dinner… let’s hope.”
“We need to come up with a plan immediately. I am not letting them get the upper hand on this.” Chan went into his office.
Jisung practically whimpered at the tension in the room.
“Come on. They should be home soon and I want dinner ready for them.” Minho said, pulling Jisung back into the kitchen. 
You don’t know when you fell asleep, but the feeling of falling backwards woke you. You opened your eyes as Seungmin and Felix were pulling you off of Changbin’s back and laying you on the couch.
“Shh. We are home.” Felix cooed.
“That was fast.” you yawned.
“Wanted you home for dinner.” Minho spoke from the kitchen.
“Mmmm. It smells good.” you say, sitting up as the aroma of dinner wakes you.
“Y/n! What happened?!” Jisung exclaimed, rushing to your side.
Minho stopped his prep of the food and came over to see.
“I’m okay.” You roll your eyes.
Jisung reached to touch your thigh, but stopped himself. He then looked at the bandage on your other shin and your wrapped ankle.
“You’re clearly not okay. What happened out there?”
“Our omega is skittish and a little clumsy.” Changbin smiled.
“And she tried to drown Felix.” Seungmin added.
“I did not!” you huff but he only chuckles.
“Can you walk?” Jisung asks.
“Yes.” you say.
“Barely.” Felix said.
You moved to stand, ignoring the painful protest in your ankle. “See?”
Jisung moved out of your way and you walked…with a slight limp. Minho stared, wincing as he could see you doing ever so subtly. He could hear your heartbeat as the pain elevated it. 
“I’ve had a lot worse.” you remind, making your way to the table.
Minho and Jisung finish setting the table and everyone sits down to eat.
“Chan still with Jeongin?” Changbin asks.
Minho slows his movements. “Uh no… he’s in his office.”
“Should I grab him?” Seungmin moved to stand.
“No. I’ll bring him a plate. He um..doesn’t want to be interrupted right now.” Minho exchanged glances with a few of the boys as they looked at him skeptically. 
They could tell there was something he wasn’t saying, but they didn’t push him. You, however, were oblivious. The food was warm and delicious and had you closing your eyes. You moaned at how good it was, drawing everyone’s attention.
“Sorry.” you muttered when you finally noticed them all staring.
Minho smirked, happy you enjoyed his food so much.
Dinner went by quick, Chan staying in his office and exhausting every scenario he could think of to defend or attack as needed. Minho brought him a plate and nagged him till he finally ate some. Felix and Jisung helped clean the kitchen. Changbin and Seungmin had gone to shower. And Hyunjin was occupied with Jeongin. 
You found yourself missing their company as you walked upstairs. Sure Jeongin scared you half to death when he attacked you, but it was understandable. You weren’t going to hold it against him. You made your way to the end of the hall, presumably Jeongin’s room and opened the door. His smell was there but faint since he hadn’t been in it for about thirty-six hours. His room was darker, a brick accent wall behind his bed and wood ceilings. He had a brown leather headboard and dark grey paneling framing his bed - it felt earthy and cozy. 
You realized you had never seen anyone else’s room yet and wondered how theirs looked in comparison to yours and Jeongin’s. Jeongin’s was definitely more homey than yours.
You went across the hall and opened that door, Hyunjin’s scent wafting over you. His scent was stronger since he had been here recently. His room was way different. His walls were paneling of wood in multiple shades. He had a fireplace and tv opposite his bed. A chair was in the far corner, with a desk next to it. Canvases were piled in the other corner, one on an easel facing away from you. 
His desk was covered in paints and brushes. It was definitely the work station of an artist. You found yourself walking inside, reaching for the wool blanket draped over the foot of his bed. You lifted it to your nose and breathed in his smell. Wow, he smells amazing. His room also made you feel warm and cozy. Why were their rooms better than yours?
“Hey.” Jisung whispered. 
You of course jumped, dropping the blanket and placing your hand on your chest.
“Sorry. I knew that was going to happen. I tried to walk louder.” he looked to the room. “What are you doing?”
“I, uh..” you blushed. How were you going to explain this?
“Exploring?” Jisung asks.
You nod.
“He smells good, doesn’t he?” Jisung smiles. “But I smell better right?”
You smile, rolling your eyes at him.
“Come. I’ll show you my room.”
You stayed rooted to your spot. The last time a beta said that, Triston brought you to his room, locking you in there until he was done with you. He complained you ‘took a while to satisfy him’ even though he basically used you all night. He seemed satisfied enough each time he came.
“Y/n?” Jisung asked.
You looked at him and swallowed thickly. 
You don’t have to be afraid. They aren’t the Nykos. They won’t hurt you. You remind yourself.
You follow Jisung to his room, not stepping inside. The smell hit you hard, taking you back. Yes, it was comforting but there was something about it. You took in his mess of a room. He had a sliding door on one wall, leading out to a balcony, the walls a white shiplap. But the room was trashed with clothes everywhere. You swear there was a rotten apple hidden somewhere in the mess.
“I should have cleaned up first…” he mumbled.
“Maybe.” You forced a smile. “I’m going to go shower.”
“Okay. You sure you’re alright? We have a tub if you want to take a bath.” 
“I’m okay. I just want to lay down and sleep. I’m worn out.”
“Wait.” Jisung looked around his room before grabbing a t-shirt from a basket. It had the logo of an anime on it. “Here.”
“What’s this for?” “It’s clean. It’s for your nest.”
“Nest?” You questioned. That was the thing they talked about before.
“Right…um. Just take it. I’ll explain tomorrow.”
You nodded, making your way to your room. A ten minute shower later and you were curling up in your bed. Jisung’s shirt was at the foot of your bed. Curiously, you reach for it, bringing it up to your nose and sniffing. His smell wasn’t as strong but it still smelled so good. You couldn’t get enough. Unbeknownst to you, you fell asleep with it up to your face.
“She’s there…with the Greenridge pack.” Hayes confirmed. “It was faint but I smelled her.”
“Faint?” Lewis raised an eyebrow.
“I don’t think she was home while we were there. The guys weren’t that defensive but they were definitely playing it off. I could smell her scent.”  Hayes explained.
“Did you smell it?” Lewis asked Frankie.
“I honestly don’t know how she smells. She always smelled like the basement and the other omegas.”
Lewis sighed. “Fine. I’ll take your word for it. Even though you aren’t very credible right now.” “I wouldn’t lie about something like this. I want her back here as much as you do.” Hayes said.
“Very well. Looks like we need to come up with our plan of attack. Sam and Triston are upstairs. Go get them.” Lewis demanded.
Frankie retrieved the betas and they all began planning the best way to get you back.
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Shout out to my beta for inspiring, motivating, and pushing me! @its-the-solar-system
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ghostlymarauder · 2 months ago
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This is, again, a rant about the Grishaverse, on this occasion, about things that annoy me, so if you disagree, you're correct, too.
Let me preface this by saying: I love the books! I devoured the original trilogy, and I'm currently reading the SOC duology. However, there's things that make me want to kill someone:
1. Let's start off with one of the most important: In Russian (one of the base language for Ravkan), Grisha is basically Greg. Yes, it also means "watchful" BUT my problem is that if you're using a language as the base for another language, you shouldn't use something as common as "Greg" to be the name of your supernatural/magical/whatever-the-hell-Grisha-are species.
2. Tailors. And you might ask: what's the problem with Tailors? Well, technically, none. The problem is that it is stated that ALL the Corporalki are capable of using tailoring. FURTHERMORE, NINA ZENIK HAS A SIDE HUSTLE AS A TAILOR. So, why was Genya made fun of? Because if I remember correctly, the Grisha saw her as "useless"... But the Corporalki are capable of being Tailors, too? I don't, it's just confusing.
3. And, speaking of confusing things: the plurals and singulars of the Grisha orders... What do you mean a group of Heartrenders is a group of Corporalki, BUT ONE HEARTRENDER IS A CORPORALNIK??? it's unnecessarily complicated, and I refuse to discuss it.
4. Another thing that bothers me to unexplainable levels is the Squallers' trick at the end of Ruin and Rising... Like, you're telling me Squallers are capable of bending sound, that they know they're capable of bending sound, but no one ever told the Darkling about it. NOT ONLY THAT. You're telling me that in 400 YEARS the Darkling never learned that ability? Why wasn't it used before? No, it was kept for Sankta Alina.
5. I already talked about this in another post, so I'm not going in too much depth: Alina losing her powers at the end of Ruin and Rising is unnecessary and unfair.
6. Keeping it on the topic of Alina... Why did Mal survive? It would've been so interesting to see Alina lose Mal, keep her powers, and be sent in the same path as the Darkling. It would've been so interesting to see if she would become the same as Alekzander or not. Instead, the tracker lives and she gets happily ever after?????
7. What language do they speak in Ravka? Because it's technically Ravkan, but on multiple occasions, the distinction of a single word said in Ravkan is made, meaning they have to speak something else most of the time... But what? Is it English?
8. I am become a blade. No need to explain that one.
9. I'm still reading SOC, so I'll perhaps have another opinion once I read the King of Scars duology, but why the fuck does Zoya become all-powerful (and I mean that literally, she all Etherealki types in one, and I'm pretty sure she also develops Corporalki abilities) yet Alina loses her powers? I'm offended by that, and it's coming from someone who LOVES Zoya's character.
10. The maps and geography of the Grishaverse. I don't think explanation is truly needed, just look at the maps and tell me there isn't something weird.
I'll probably keep adding to this in the future, but if you want to add something that annoys you or debate one of my points, that's completely valid, too!
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interstellarsystem · 1 year ago
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Experiences With Being Out as a System
So, our parents know we're a system. It's all good, they understand that when we suddenly speak like someone from London that it's just another guy taking the body for a spin real quick and that they don't need to question it too much.
The thing is... They don't know our names, or anything about us as individuals. We don't have enough open communication with them to actually discuss the inner-workings of the hundreds of little guys in our brain and who they are or what they like, but even if we did, it's not actually important to them. It almost seems like it's swept under the rug.
Our mother said that she doesn't get why she should have to know anyone else when we're all "us". We're all just a collective to her still, a bunch of bits that make up her child, even though she knows we're separate. Her child, the original, isn't here anymore. But the thing is.. some of us want to get to know her and the family individually. Even beyond just being seen as who we actually are, we want to be a part of it aside from being treated as someone who is gone. But it's not a thing they understand despite our explanations of what it means to us, even despite the fact they know the original is dormant and has been for years.
The most anyone in our family knows about us is our mother, and she only knows anyone with a voice similar to Sark as "the american one". She doesn't know that there's even multiple who sound similar to him.
Technically, we're out as a system. Effectively, though... We're still closeted. Though not really because we're staying in it, moreso that we left but it follows us around like a shield within our own household, but it's not shielding us. It's shielding them from us.
Our experience with talking to medical professionals has been hard because of this--sharing bits about ourselves has been scary. It's scarier to show them pictures of our nonhuman headmates and say "that one is me", but it's never actually been bad when we've mustered up the strength to do it. One of them looked at Mal and saw his horns and said he looks like a faun from Greek mythology. Even though he's not, a positive response like that was empowering. That same one said Filigree's hair was cool. Little acknowledgements about who you are when you've tried to be seen before is great.
With our IRL friends, we expected the situation to be similar to our parents. Swept under the rug like a taboo and given weird, uncomfortable looks when spoken about. But it's been completely different.
We get asked who is fronting, we get acknowledged as separate people, hell, we even felt comfortable telling them about our actual fictive identities and letting the ones who wanted to follow this blog (hey guys if you're reading this <3) get access to it. They acknowledge our nonhumanity and nonhuman parts, share things about our sources with us because it reminded them of us, etc. Sometimes, now, because we've been open about it, we get people actually ask "is x fronting" and we say yes and they say "I knew it".
That specific feeling of being recognised even when your outward appearance doesn't change is absolutely amazing. Little manerisms, little ways our voice sounds even when masking accents out in public, even the words we choose to use are tells toward who is actually controlling the body and they pick up on it--even things we might not recognise we even do. Sure, there's hundreds of people in here and people won't know every single one off by heart, but the ones who are out here often are being recognised and that, to me, is amazing and validating to all of us.
I guess the point here is me sharing our experiences, but also.... You will be able to find people who see you for you. You as a system, you as a nonhuman, you as a disabled person, you as a queer person--you'll be able to find your people. And you know, I hope you do soon--because the feeling of being known is great.
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panthera-tigris-venenata · 5 months ago
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Do they keep a diary/a journal?
Mal - yes, actually. But no gross feelings stuff, ew. Just drawings. ...Of various levels of "disturbing". (Peak being begining of D2, of course)
Jay - nah. Better stuff to do. Also lowkey paranoid it'll be stolen.
Evie - yes, technically, multiple. She keeps one journal to jot down what was when done to any potions she's brewing (the correct scientific procedure), her fashion one, of course, for whatever designs she dreams of, and lastly, one to note down orders and payments for her shop.
Carlos - nah. He's got a collection of loose papers with important and "important" info on them. His cousins still keep finding them in Hell Hall. Jay has to move them from his parts of the room regularly. Mal found papers stuck in between her journal.
Uma - no. WAY more important shit to do, and she finds it way too sentimental. She keeps records of stuff important for the running of her crew, but doesn't consider it a journal, rather a public record.
Harry - yes. To the surprise if absolutely no one, the thing he writes most about is Uma. There are several original songs and poems for her as well. He wouldn't mind if she found it.
Gil - I wanna say yes, he tries. He's not very consistent though. The only thing he writes about is his friends and crewmates – he accidentally puts it down in the common space of the ship often, and most of the crewmates picked it up once. Cos, y'know. You see, you take. If they read it, they began blushing furiously under the excited "My friends are SO cool" Gil wrote and gave it back to him without a word.
Claudine - once she stops living with her father, yes, though it took some convincing. She doesn't write regularly, though, because she just doesn't know what to write, and is afraid of putting her thoughts on the paper. Later, she writes poems in letters so small it's illegible, since poetry masks the true self a bit.
Harriet - yes. She writes regularly, though not a lot of feelings stuff. She writes poems and vague stories draws whatever comes to her mind (mostly abstract stuff) and keeps it tightly locked up in her cabin, since that shit is DARK. Smee twins accidentally found it once and Sammy kept complaining they were afraid of her drawings for two weeks straight.
CJ - ...she tries to. It never lasts more than two days in row. But she adds new disjointed entry every time she's reminded that her older siblings do so. It's actually extremely disturbing in different way than Harriet's since she has ZERO ability to self-censor.
Freddie - two. One for music and one for dreams and card readings.
Celia - one. Dreams and Cards and Friends on the other side. Though, technically, both sisters share another one, written in cryptic code and abbreviations and moved from place to place with regularity but without a set schedule. This one is about secrets of the Isle residents, the ones they bother or dare to write down.
Dizzy - I wanna say yes, actual diary, feelings and all. To utter exasperation of all her older relatives.
Anthony - no, keeping tabs on the salon is enough, thank you.
Dulcia - look, my girl deserves a Burn Book.
Ginny - not really. If she absolutely NEEDS something noted down, she tells Anthony. Exception being medical notes at the Escape but she delegates paperwork away any time she can. Also, I feel like her handwriting is borderline illegible to anyone but her and the three people she shares mental disturbances with (Maddy, Anthony, Harriet)
Maddy - she keeps tabs on the Apothecary and like Evie, writes down the shit she's synthetising. It's only correct to do.
Ivy - Yeah she gets a burn book too. She deserves it <3. It's in one notebook with scraps from fashion magasines and and some kaligrams. (Again, that's a form of self-censure. Can't read it, so it isn't there.)
I think I ran out of Isle kids, so AKs (all regarding a diary):
Audrey - canonically she does, I have nothing else to add.
Ben - he tries to, but he doesn't manage to write regularly, what with being a CHILD KING and all. It's healthy for him tho. Took the habit from his mother.
Chad - I refuse to believe this boy has a diary. He views it as "useless" and "too feminine".
Jane - yes, actual diary full of feelings. Starting each entry with "dear diary". She locks it religiously though, since her mother can and will read it if give an oppurtunity to.
Ally - yes and frankly it should be studied and/or published (with different names for the sake of privacy, but i'd pay a lot to read a diary of Ally Liddel of Wonderland)
Lonnie - ...no. she tried to, few times, but never quite managed more than few entries in a row. She doesn't particularly like sitting still, and fancies the thought of someone actually reading what she thinks about certain stuff even less.
Jordan - ...she uses her blogs and vlogs as a diary. The more private ones. Not her Drama Channel.
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paybackgirlqqqoqa · 26 days ago
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AITA
someone in private message kind of threatened me to delete my post regarding the voting manipulation or hide those reddit usernames. That person accused me of trying to bully them 😂 So they can violate reddit rules, use their mom's phone while she's asleep, their friends', cousin's and granny's emails too, harass people in comment section when someone is rightfully questioning Malbonte's fake votes, try to shift the blame on Cain fans but I'm the bad person here for exposing them?!!!?
BFFR!
FYI, They're breaking all these reddit rules
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ETA: YES THEY DID THREATEN ME!
First of all, How is it a breach of privacy when the only thing I have shared is a reddit username ? 🤡 Y'all are acting like I shared all their personal info, accusing me of violating their privacy and intending to shame them, also threatening me about facing consequences. Because let's be real, I I didn’t share anything personal. A SS with reddit username means nothing. It was just to scare me and protect those bullies who not only harass people over reddit polls but also make cheating allegations onto others.
Now that I didn't delete my post, Mal fans are targeting me with their friends and other accs, trying to shift the narrative. I had gotten these screenshots of their cheating some days back in reddit DM, I simply ignored it. I only took the decision to expose them when I saw them accusing Cain fans of cheating and harassing someone in the comments, I have already shared the reddit links in my pinned post. They even cheated here in Tumblr poll and OP had to repost it. My issue isn't that they were manipulating votes for more than a month for this elimination game with their parents', grandparents' and friends' accs, the issue is blaming Cain fans and harassing an actual person in comments. My purpose to expose them was to show them they can't get away with such cheap acts and if they're facing consequences for it (though they can just delete and make new accs) they only have themselves to blame. And honestly I suspect anyone is even bullying them over this, they just don't want anyone to expose their lies
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Not only abusing me in the comments but also mixing me up with someone else.
And FYI, that reddit acc isn't mine, but I remember it's the person y'all bullied on reddit and maybe that's why they deleted that acc, so take back your congratulations and Cainfangirl isn't me either. Just because y'all have multiple accounts on everywhere to cheat that doesn't mean others have.
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hanafubukki · 8 months ago
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Tsum Silver is still sleeping even when Lilia's screaming so hard Kalim almost went deaf. Actually even the real/big/human Silver falls asleep too. It was a lol moment but I just realize... what if, what if both Silvers fall asleep because Lilia's screamo was their lullaby? Both Silver feels safe and protected knowing their papa is shouting his throat out and guarding their dreams 😭💕
Hello Miria 🌺🌷💚
I talked about this with a friend a couple days ago because it was something that stood out you know? But yes! This! I'm not sure if you have read the 4-koma for April, but in that manga chapter, Silver had to learn how to play multiple instruments with magic. Which he learned eventually, and the music he plays?
It went from a peaceful song to a metal like music and Silver basically states that it was something Lilia would play when he was young from a video game I believe.
Then you add on this event, where Lilia also did the same with his screamo and his guitar? Yeah, I can believe that was is exactly what it is 😂
It's a lullaby that Silver slept through even as a babe and maybe even put him to sleep as well and I wouldn't be surprised if Tsum Silver went through the same with papa Tsum Lilia. It's honestly so sweet. I want to kind of hear it 😂💕
Though it does bring to question to mind, tsum silver has been asleep so far and hasn't woken, and we know that tsum events somewhat foreshadows to the main story so... 👀👀
Needless to say, I am looking forward to what wakes him potentially, especially since we found him asleep with Malleus guarding him fiercely against anyone.
Foreshadowing foreshadowing 👀👀
(What if dragon mal is not fighting others out of anger? But is protecting silver because he fell asleep?? 👀👀 in the main story?)
There was also another moment I loved where it implies that Sebek is the resident alarm clock and can wake anyone with his voice...except Silver lololol
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abrakuxas · 5 months ago
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More classic Teen Titans (part 2 of my personal redesign/alternate version of some DC guys)
Part 1
Lilith Clay Jupiter/Omen (15) - In this version of Lilith I'd like to make her the daughter of Mr. Jupiter, yes, but also of Apollo. As a demigod she is the new heir of the same precognitive powers of the Oracle of Delphos. This is somewhat inspired by her pre crisis origin as the daughter of the Sun Titan Thia, but adapted to Apollo. She's good friends with Donna and teached her everything about the more human girly things. Her boyfriend is...
Gnarrk, the Cave Boy (16) - The last survivor of his people, Gnarrk is an artist, a painter of cave walls and a very smart boy. He kept his people's culture of praising the sun god and when Kid Flash accidentally sent the Titans back in time, Gnarrk was convinced Lilith was the answer to his prayers. The Titans saved Gnarrk when he was about to be killed by a beast and noticing that not only was he alone but he should've been dead, they decide the best they can do is take him back to the future to guarantee his living wouldn't affect the past. Gnarrk and Lilith become fast friends as she teaches him about the modern world and he teaches her about a culture never documented. Lilith and him are the last speakers of his ancient language and that means everything to him.
Mal Duncan/Herald (15) - Mal is a musician, he learned to play at the church his family went and developed into jazz after that. In a moment of near death experience he ends up winning a game against the Angel of Death. He wakes up surprised at the house of young genius Karen Beecher, now carrying a magical horn, a gift of the Angel for his victory, an item capable not only of beautiful music but of affecting space, allowing him to change the location of things and people, teleporting them or switching their places. Karen and him quickly fall in love. He is a support to the Titans, helping them get to places and maneuver in the battlefield.
Karen Beecher/Bumblebee (16) - A young genius working at S.T.A.R. Labs, she is an assistant to the mysterious doctor Arthur Light and his studies on light. Karen learns of a secret project of his to an organization called the H.I.V.E and the development of secret battle suit that used her own ideas and designs which her mentor stole from her. Betrayed, she steals the suit and destroys her own notes, bringing what she learned to the Titans together with her boyfriend Mal. With the help and support of actual superheroes she finished the suit and became the Bumblebee.
Duela Dent/the Pierrot (14) - Duela was raised in an orphanage where the only thing she ever learned about herself is that her mother said she was the child of a Gotham criminal to whom the woman worked for. Duela ran from the orphanage into a life of crime, trying to get into the underworld of Gotham to learn about her parents. She learned her mother worked to Two-Face and took the name Dent, but she soon found her mother had worked with multiple different villains and lost any hope of finding out who her dad actually was. After fighting Robin a couple of times, she learned to let it go, as she was too old to be the child of any masked villain in Gotham. He helped her locate an older crime boss who could maybe be her father but at that point she noticed she didn't really care, and only ever wanted a family. Robin then took the girl to the Titans and they slowly became her friends and family.
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surfinminho · 1 year ago
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Kinktober day 12- bladder control w/ chan
⤷ warnings: piss, gn!reader, sub!chan, dubcon(?)
⤷ word count:410
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⤷ permanent taglist: @iadorethemskz @iluvseungie
*please dm me if you want to be added or removed from the taglist.*
You wanted to try something, was it filthy? Yes. Very much but you can't help but want to be indulge in it.
So when your boyfriend came home and sat down on the couch. You say perched in his lap with multiple water bottles on the ground.
"What are you doing with that much water" he chuckled, kissing your nose before leaning back to his orginal position.
Instead of answering him, you take a water bottle and open it. Tapping his lips to let him know to open up.
He drinks the first water bottle with no issue. Chugging it like he never had water before on his life.
You grab another one and do the same thing. Open it, tap his chin, then feed him the water.
After a couple more bottles of water, you start kissing him. Grabbing his pecs under his shirt. You try taking off his shirt but he stops you.
"Baby let me use the bathroom" he presses his hands into your chest trying to get you off of him.
"Later" you press your lips back onto his. Subtly grinding into his hard on
"Ah, baby let me go. I'll be quick" he tries again to lift you off. Quickly figuring that it's no use.
"If you have to go, go right here. If not, suck it up." You unzipped his pants, pulling it low just enough to see the bulge attempting to burst through the underwear.
"Baby please"
"You can overpower me, you want this don't you? You like the fight hm?" You creep your hand under his shirt once more, pinching and twisting his nipples.
"N-no! I need to go" he whines shutting his eyes tightly.
You spit in your palm, wrapping your hand around his cock. Moving it up and down slowly, paying more attention to his tip than his shaft.
"I told you go right here or don't go at all." You tried to make your voice stern. Though you are laughing on the inside. Excited for the latter moments.
"S-shit slow down, i-"
"Come on baby cum for me." You squeezd your palm around his tip, leaning in to kiss him again.
He mumbles against your lips, something illegible so you move away.
"I-I don't know if I'm gonna cum or-" you release your hand, seeing streams of piss leave the slit. Soon after streaks of cum following.
"You're such a dirty boy. Couldn't hold it in?"
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the-unconquered-queen · 16 days ago
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This line if you have multiple LIs is kind of hilarious. Yes, you can have your little harem. But no one fucks you like Mal Volari ☝🏼
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the-broken-truth · 10 months ago
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Blot-Mates: Yuu & The Overblots [Part 1]
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SEGMENT: RI
Summary: Ri wakes up in the middle of the night and goes to the kitchen to get a glass of water, only to find the Prefect of Ramshackle - Yuu - making Strawberry Cheesecake. The Overblot of Heartslabyul & Magicless Prefect have a conversation.
[Note: The Yuu Variant is Male with Enma Yuuken's Body Build, Yuuka Hirasaki's Fighting Skills, and Yuuta Mito's Cooking Skills.]
[Note: This Storyline will be written in Script Format.]
Parts: [Prologue] - [Ri] (Here) - [Leo] - [Azu] - [Jami] - [Vi] - [Idi] - [Mal] - [All] - [Epilogue]
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[Dark Crimson Eyes opened as Ri was pulled out of his nightmare, panting and gasping for air to flow into his lungs as he sat up in the bed that he had been given, running his hand through his dark red hair before he ran his hands down his face before looking around his room - he was still in Rmashackle; not...in the location where he was trapped in. Ri lowered his head for a while before his keen ears picked up on the sound of someone messing with the pots in Ramshackle's Kitchen. Ri threw the blankets off his body and walked out of the room, down the darkened hall, until he saw the light coming from the kitchen. Ri peeked around the corner to see Yuu making something.]
Ri (Looking at Yuu): Prefect?
Yuu: Hm? (Looks over to Ri): Ri? Is something the matter? What are you doing up at this hour?
Ri: I could be asking you the same thing, Prefect. What are you doing up at...(Looks at the clock on the wall) 2:25 in the morning?
Yuu (Mixing something in a large mixing bowl): Since you and the others were so fond of the cheesecake I had to the point where you ate all of it; I decided to make more. It takes about 4 hours for the cheesecake to be done and I am making 5 different types of cheesecakes.
Ri: There are multiple types of cheesecake? I thought there were only 2: The Plain & The Strawberry Flavours.
Yuu: There are multiple types of cheesecake, but I love 5 flavors that I love to make: Plain, Strawberry, Blueberry, Cherry, and Cinnamon Roll Flavours.
Ri (Walking over to Yuu and looking at the 5 empty pie crusts): 5 Different Flavours? And...these pie crusts... Did you hand make these yourself, Prefect?
Yuu: Yes. It's so much better if you make the crusts yourself, instead of buying the pie crusts from TWST Mart.
Ri: What is the reason you are making all of these cakes? Are you hosting an event?
Yuu: No, these are for you guys.
Ri (Looks at Yuu with a raised eyebrow): For us? You are making desserts for your enemies?
Yuu (Slowly pouring the Plain Cheesecake Batter into the 1st Pie Crust): What are you talking about, Ri? None of you are my enemies.
Ri (Eyes wide): We... We are not?
Yuu: No. Why would you think you are?
Ri: But... After everything we have done to you... How could you not detest us?
Yuu (Walking over to the sink and placing the bowl in the prepped dishwater): You haven't done anything to me that you couldn't help, Ri.
Ri: But... The Overblot Battle was...
Yuu: Not your fault.
Ri (Wide-eyed and speechless): What makes you say that, Prefect? I almost killed you... We all did.
Yuu: Ri, you share a body and life with the Housewarden of Heartslabyul, who is responsible for upholding the 810 Rules of the Queen of Hearts' Court. It's a highly stressful job. Moreover, your mother's strict upbringing must have added to the pressure. Therefore, I don't find it fair to blame you for anything you may have done.
Ri (Looks down and rubs his arm): You... You know about my upbringing?
Yuu (Turns to face Ri): During the Overblot Battle, I saw...something. I saw Riddle's Life - your life - and everything you have been through; your choices were made for you and you couldn't think for yourself. You were robbed of the childhood you were entitled to and even your friendships with Trey and Che'nya were taken away from you. It was fate that you and Trey were reunited....however, that was not fair to you.
[Ri looks down at the ground as Yuu's words sink and the kindness that Yuu has shown Riddle ever since the Overblot Accident, the kindness he is showing him... He doesn't understand this. How can the Magicless Prefect refuse to hate him? All the pain he caused the members of dorm members of his house... Why doesn't he hate him? Why?]
[Ri suddenly freezes up as he feels Yuu's arms wrapped around his smaller frame and holding him close, just as an elder brother would comfort his younger brother when he was close to breaking. Ri looked up at Yuu's face, the Prefect was silent and just wanted to show Ri that he didn't hate him. Ri felt his eyes building up with tears before he wrapped his smaller arms around Yuu, allowing his tears to fall and become soaked into Yuu's Nightshirt.]
[Once Ri managed to calm down, Yuu decided to share the last 2 slices of Strawberry Cheesecake with Ri and brewed some tea that helped him to get sleep. Ri sat at the table while Yuu was filling the other pie crusts with different flavors before placing them in the fridge just as the tea kettle was steaming. Yuu grabbed two cups and tea bags before preparing the tea and making it as Ri suggested.]
[The Prefect and the Overblot sat at the table, drinking their tea and eating their cheesecake, while having conversation for about an hour when Ri started to yawn; showing that the tea was starting to take effect. Yuu stood from his chair and lifted the smaller figure in his arms like a tender brother and carried him to his room, placed him on the bed, covered him in the blanket, and stood up to walk away but was stopped when Ri's hand reached out and grabbed his pants leg.]
Ri: Stay... Until I fall asleep... Please?
Yuu (Smies): Sure, Little Rose Bud. I got your back.
[Yuu sat on the end of the bed, using his large hand to caress Ri's Dark Red Hair and humming a song from his world until Ri drifted off into dreamland. The Prefect sat there for a while getting up and heading off to bed for a while before he had to get up to make breakfast.]
[END - TO BE CONTINUED]
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whumpsoda · 10 months ago
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What would happen if the Sleepy Thrall got sick and needed medical attention?
-- @oliversrarebooks
WOHEO Masterlist So here’s like. My fifth? writing post of the past week… I’m just on the writing grind :3
cw: sickfic, pet whump, multiple whumpers & whumpees, vampire whumpers, captivity hypnotised/brainwashed whumpees
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“Mal…ak?” 
Nevan delicately poked his head inside the dimly lit room, the tall, wooden door creaking along. 
His vision took a moment to settle into the darkness as he looked toward the thrall’s shared mattress placed beside the vampire’s luxurious bed, fully expecting Malak to be seated atop it. 
Strangely, he was not.
“Malak?” Nevan called again softly, turning around the room until his gaze landed on the corner farthest from said mattress.
Huddled up to the wall, curled into a tight ball of his large frame Malak sniveled, nose dribbling with snot and eyes rung sickly red. He rubbed his face with his palms, shielding his vision from bright light sneaking in from the open door. “Oh.”
Nevan carefully stepped inside, shutting the door slowly behind him until it clicked. Arms outstretched in front of him he knelt before the ill thrall. “Malak..? Are you… alright?” He questioned, voice low and gravely, trying purposely to not make enough noise that may elicit or increase a headache. 
“Um…” Malak started, peeking the tiniest bit out from his legs. His eyes were wide and shaky, body trembling. “Head… feels weeeird… don’t like.” He mumbled quietly, brows furrowing in muddled confusion. “‘M sorry…”
Nevan placed a hand to his knee, rubbing lightly over his skin with a soft thumb. “It’s fine. Yes… you… you should get back in bed…” he urged, guiding Malak's gaze to the tussled mattress he had wandered out of.
“Nngh…! Noooo… no bed, please…” Malak whined, pushing his frame further into the wall behind him. At least, as much farther as he could, already shoved deep against it. 
Nevan sighed. “You… you like it here?” 
Malak only nodded weakly in response, his head swaying just the slightest bit from dizziness. Nevan lifted a thermometer between two fingers. “Okay… uh, can… Master Darius told me to take your temperature… again… can, can I?”
For a beat Malak considered allowing him to do so, before giving another slight nod of approval. “Umm… shh… sure…”
“Thank you. Say ah.”
The other man obliged, welcoming the thermometer under his outstretched tongue and accepting it by the grip of his lips. The two waited in silence, Nevan still brushing the other man’s skin as a means of comfort.
“Mm… one oh one.” Nevan read the numbers, disapprovingly. 
“I’m sorry… sorryyyy… sorry…” Malak slumped back once again, head lolling onto his buckled shoulders. “Head weird… Nevan.” He whispered, shutting his eyes tight.
Nevan wanted to help him, he really did. He didn’t remember ever having been sick himself, but from the look of how hard it hit Malak, he could almost understand exactly how gross he felt. “No… I’m… I’m sorry.” How could he possibly help? How disgustingly useless.
Malak clawed feebly at his own skin and flesh, wriggling and fidgeting restlessly in his spot and portraying his own agony. “Don’t… don’t, ummm, like it… bad. Bad.” He whined, gratingly, the sound scratching against Nevan’s eardrums.
“Well… you’re, you’re talking a lot. That’s nice.”
“Feels weird… bad…”
Nevan frowned. “Well Master had to, to make you more… awake ‘n stuff so we can help you. That’s good… right?”
Adrastus had been practically forced to ease up on Malak’s enthrallment due to his ill state, him having been doing overall far worse with it as intense as normal. Plus, they required him to be able to communicate his pain in order to aid in his recovery. It was a condition he was, as expected, still adjusting to.
“Good… goood…” Malak mimicked. Nevan grinned, just a little bit from hearing the other man still utilizing one of his common habits even when dreadfully sick.
Before Nevan could open his lips to speak again, the door was nuged open so Adrastus could enter. Their arms were full with further bedding, elegantly lush pillows and blankets gathered for their favorite thrall. “Oh, dear, I’m back.” They bumbled in, heading straight to the thrall’s bed before they took notice of its absence of a body.
The pair followed as their face flipped to further distress in a flash, searching quick for their thrall, before landing on the two. “Nevan!” They exclaimed, recoiling an inch backwards. “You mustn’t be in here, get, get! You might catch it! I know how much you care about your little friend, but we just can’t risk you getting sick as well.”
Adrastus slipped between the thralls as Nevan stood to his feet, heading to leave as the vampire had instructed, but was held back by Malak gripping the bottom of his dress with a deadly grip.
“Goodness, how are you doing, baby? Tell me how you feel. What do you need? I can get you anything.” The vampire fussed, tucking their thrall’s sweat coated curls behind his ears and out of the way of his eyes.
Malak mewled, the edge of his words shaky and cracked as the urge to cry was swelling. “Bad… ickyyy…”
“Yes, love, I know, I know. What’s bad?” They pressed, urgently and needily.
He thought for a moment, processing their wants and questions, scouring for an acceptable answer. “Mmmngh… head… my, mmn, nose…”
“Alright, what can I get you? Umm… medicine? I’ll see if we have any more blankets? Please, baby, I’ll get you anything.” Their tone was growing ever so more distressed by the second, desperate for a solution as they nodded along with his soft but pained mumbles. The edge of their words was tainted with what almost seemed like fear. 
Nevan watched their conversation unfold, stomach churning with sick and worry filled unease. He’d never seen Adrastus less than elegantly put together, never without their dignified, strict composure. The sight of them carefully trying to keep up their facade rattled anxiety in his bones.
“Want… want…” Malak gazed gently upward, meeting the other thrall with cloudy eyes that mirrored the still hazy fog of his mind. “Nevaaannnn… Nevaaaannn…!” He continued tugging at the dress flowing from Nevan’s waist, jerking him harder and harder as Nevan struggled against the much stronger man.
“No, no. No Nevan.” Their tone was devoid of anger, rather spewing with urgency. “Nevan. Leave.”
“Nooo! Nevaaann…! Need!”
His head was spinning, being called every which way. He didn’t know what to do, who’s orders to follow. His face was tainted with the scald of flattery, poorly hiding his excitement of someone, especially Malak, expressing a need of him. Him. Though, he knew such defiance was not acceptable.
“No, sweet, Master is right here. Nevan can’t help you, but master can. You could get Nevan sick.” Adrastus corrected with a strained smile, trying their very best to remain calm. “And, you like master more, don’t you? Master’s right here.”
Malak whined again, looking nearly dejected, making Nevan’s heart only hurt further with vigorous compassion. “Sorry… sorry… need, ummm, Nev… annn…”
“No! You are sick! You’re going to get him sick!” Their voice continued rising with stinging heat, shouting at their own thrall while still in a short vicinity. They had dropped any and all lingering peace in their mind, and Nevan jumped back, cowering weakly.
They never yelled at Malak. Never. Both thralls were understandably stuck in place with surprise, salty tears instinctively welling in Malak’s eyes. Nevan wished he could’ve done something, anything, but Adrastus' burning stare was well enough to keep him frozen in place.
“‘M sorry… sorry-”
“Ad, it’s okay, it’s just a fever.” Darius piped up from the back, soft and calm yet unexpected. The three huddled together whipped around to face him, Adrastus’ expression boiling with flushed anger and embarrassment. “He’ll probably get it anyway and they’ll both be fine.”
The other vampire shook their head frantically, a sight that only put Nevan more on edge. “No! N- no, he, he can’t get sick! We can’t let him get sick,
Hester can’t be sick.”
The air flipped the switch to silence, save for their quick and exhausted breaths. Nevan stared dumbly, all he really could do paralyzed by fear. He’d learned full well what happened when a vampire was upset.
Nevan had… never heard such a name before. Of course, not that he could recall, but still. It was sudden, and even Adrastus appeared disturbed that they had let it slip.
“Dear,” Darius interrupted, his voice eerily soothing and kind. He’d never spoken that way. At least not to Nevan, which wasn’t at all surprising. “You need to step away.” 
“No, no, I-”
“Ad.” Their lips zipped to a close. “I need you to take a minute.” He looked to his own thrall, who shrunk back with festering fear. “Nevan, take them to the kitchen.”
Malak erupted, moaning in aching agony. “Nooo! Noooo… I need Master! Need… Nevan…”
Adrastus instinctively curled their hands over that of Malak’s, gaze full of unbridled abd desperate saccharine. “But- but what about-”
“Malak will be fine. I’ll stay with him.”
“But, the doctor-”
“Baby, the doctor said the same. He just needs rest and the meds she gave us.”
“Masterrr…!” Malak called again, his words cut apart by thick whimpers and snivels. The sound of his suffering carved deep marks in Nevan’s ears, and even more so Adrastus’.
“But…” they paused, begrudgingly stepping back from their upset thrall. Nevan looked to the other man with sorry eyes as Malak’s face twisted in disappointment as the two headed to leave. “Can I come back…?”
“Of course, Ad. I just need you to calm down, okay?” Darius placed a hand on each shoulder, tenderly guiding them to the door before Malak could continue his outbursts and convince them to stay. “You can take a couple sips from Nevan if you would like.”
“O- okay. Okay. But I’ll be right back to your side, baby. I’ll make sure Nevan is all nice and, and safe and away from any diseases.”
Nevan gave one last small wave to his friend before leaving, Adrastus gripping and squeezing his forearm, biting their lip with unusual nervousness. He tried not to pay too much attention to it. “Thank you, master.”
Though, as the two walked out to the kitchen and he kneeled beside his master, neck craned to show off his throat, even with his brain dazing out from their strong aura, he couldn’t help but dwell on the name they’d previously let slip instead of his.
Just who was Hester?
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lacunafiction · 1 year ago
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TFS Book Two: Sneak Peek, A Teasing Reunion
"[Surname], you should not be the breathless one in this situation," R playfully teases you to break the quiet. "Unless I took it away?"
This is one of many exchanges between R. Verner and a romanced MC that can range from softly tender to downright insinuation-filled.
Another  alpha content drop is now available on TFS Patreon 🌲!
Writing for Book Two is going well; it is continuing to surpass Book One in length and variation/choices. I’m having a lot of fun writing it.
In this drop…
Have you been missing a certain Verner heir? 🖤😌 Well, R. Verner features in this release! (Yes, they wanted to be the first bullet point on this list with added emphasis.) 
Potentially unlock R. Verner bestie scenes, romance scenes, a somewhat hidden JR moment, comments relating to your romance route, etc. There is variation in store. 
Learn something new about Mal from an unexpected source… While also getting some special alone time with them depending on your dynamic. 👀 (You'll be cursing a purple highlighter.)
Experience how your feelings about Turn the Page shape the narrative, including the decor, interactions with A. Corvin, and scenes within the store itself. 
Uncover different exchanges with A. Corvin that are linked to multiple choices you've made!
Meet a new character who seems to already have an opinion about you. Will there be tension ahead? 
A chance to get a hug from Mrs. Dorran! 🥺 It's choice-dependent, but she gives the best hugs, and I think B-mancers could use one.  
…And more once you consider choices, relationship dynamics, and other variables!
Thank you for all of your encouragement and support! 💚🥰
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kxosrexgns · 5 months ago
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Jahid al jazirat aldaayiein . . . the infamous son of Jafaar
one of the first pieces of clothing Jay asked Evie to make him was an auradon high sorta letterman jacket with his tourney number and big letters on the back saying “of the isle”, showing that though he doesn’t like how things were on the Isle, he is still proud of how he got where he is/enduring it and getting past it.
has a severe problem with kleptomania. will steal stuff and won’t realize until he’s a ways away from wherever he stole.
only other VK ( besides Alina, yes i made an OC cause who's gonna stop me ) who can sneak up on Mal without her knowing/realizing he’s there.
part genie and doesn’t discover it until after meeting Aziz, Aladdin’s youngest son, and being told more about Agrabah and other stuff.
telekinesis, pyrokinesis, and snake shifting, to be exact. maybe teleportation i dunno
he plays the drums. he found out about them through someone on the tourney team and has been in love since then. he uses them as a way to release stress.
he’s low-key dyslexic or smthn. i could see carlos helping him a lot back on the Isle and just getting more help in auradon.
but, he’s also hella smart. like he’s very emotionally perceptive, despite growing up with a piece of shit and neglectful father. and he retains verbal quantitative information wayyy better than visual quantitative information
Jafar has tried to arrange marriages for Jay with those on the Isle who might be able to have wealth in Auradon, but it never worked out.
He's tried multiple times to pair Jay off with Mal.
pranks galore don’t get me started!
holds a grudge and is BIG abt getting his get backs man
he’s very persuasive, manipulation and reading people for the win, which is mistaken for flirting a lot. it is only sometimes true.
gets into fights for fun
is way more loyal than he’d ever admit. like. he’ll say he’s ruthless and does whatever it takes to get what he wants, but he’ll be the first to beat up someone who hurt his friends.
eventually gets a few tattoos to match with the core 4 & some for himself
is a member of a club/gc with other AKs ( and future VKs that come over ) that centers abt teaching the kids their heritage in/from agrabah
scarily good memory
everyone thinks cause he’s a flirt that his charm works on everyone but the core 4 are so tired of this agenda like bro-
carlos and mal especially. this two are so tired of his shenanigans and are very verbal abt it.
evie loves a good joke and likes to play along but carlos has definitely whacked jay with newspaper or smthn at least twice now T-T
able to lie to anyone but the core four
iago is loyal to him, and raised him more than his father
To Be Continued . . . if i decide to add more
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