#Oc plug

[ragnar0c]

Yesterday (the 16th) was my Mage Prophecies oc Shoko's birthday. This one:

She's an artificial human, a Homunculus. And you know when most things are made they have like... a reason or a purpose for that. Shoko does... not have one! She tries to find it at Mio's side.

Shoko is the most like me personality and conflict wise. Like. Sometimes when I observe her character I find out new things about myself.

I wish I could have done something for her today. But like I said. Oc burn out... but getting more into the swing of talking about them.

My friend who also drew Hana for my birthday drew Shoko for hers. HBD girl.... 🤲

[ultrvmonogamy]

the doctor says i got an attention deficit so y'all gotta gimme more

[hellonearthtoday]

canon is dead I rule the world. dsmp you are MINE

dsmpblrs ocs shared between the 5 (five) singular people that inhabit this fandom

I'm taking the chance to just talk about my personal dsmp au that is basically canon if you don't think about it

I don't think we as a community wrote enough about demon ctommy. he was always my favorite it just gives him this evil vibe that I think is sooo funny and I always see it in ctommy art but never in literally any fic. and that's fine but imp or whatever-he-is-Tommy will always be real in my heart. in my head he used to be a bird hybrid, but when he died for what was supposed to be the final time they took his fucking wings and gave him cunty demon horns and tail. Death made him emo. for the sake of this narrative his wings used to be white too. Pair this with religious ctommy and you get peak

ctubbo. I think about him a lot. I think personally he wears armor under his coat. You'd think it start to get hot under there, and it does. his solution is to just Never leave the Arctic.

At some point he started developing resting bitch face, because it used to just be resting (autistic face of neutrality) but now he kind of just looks tired all the time. Not like Tommy's rbf where he looks like he's kinda pissed and has a headache 24/7. but at least they're semi matching now. bff's!!! (?) I can't write too much about ctubbo because my cutbbo is like 20 billion contradictions stacked on itself. he's not as simple as my ctommy.

He doesn't wear the red bandana anymore but he can't tell you why and he's not insecure about the scar on his face but he's not proud of it either. I FORGOT TO DRAW CRANBOO AND HIS WEDDING RINGS IM AN ANTI WHAT THE HELLL okay ignoring that blunder, their wedding rings are meant to be on their horns 💔 you can't fucking see cranboos singular (1) horn because it's out of frame, they're too tall.

SPEAKONG OF CRANBOO!!!! snakes in his hair because Hahhaa hattte eye contact????? Medusa???? get it guys get it do you guys get jut

The snakes talk to him. Take that as you will. He's a chronic suit wearer and will literally not wear anything else unless it's under or over the suit. he would like to never try anything new ever he needs this constant in his life or everything will fall apart and the world will end. He knows how to kit up and wear armor but just as a joke he wears random bits of armor in places he literally needs it least. as a fashion statement. Tommy doesn't wear any armor usually bcz who gaf he's not doing that shit

in my perfect world the egg plot in dsmp actually got used better and becsme more than a background plot. it could've been everything. anyway my dsmp au is egg war las Nevadas craziness and I'm right goodnight

[animamii]

Hit Different | Eren Jaeger 𝜗𝜚 Part Trois

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ Eren meets his match when Ymir's cousin crashes into his life. Classic playboy meets maneater. ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

𖹭.ᐟ modern aot verse! college au!

.・゜✧﹒☁﹒✧゜・．.・゜✧﹒☁﹒✧゜・．.・゜✧﹒☁﹒✧゜・．.・

"Next time we're keeping Historia's ass far away from the mimosa tower," Ymir grumbles, her arm slung tightly around Historia's unsteady waist as the group walks out of the diner. Her grip tightens with every teetering step Historia takes, like she’s wrangling a drunk toddler in heels. With the sun somehow still bright as hell you put your sunglasses back on, needing to black out the unnecessary light. You swear it's always extra bright when you're hungover.

"Dunno how she always ends up in charge of it," Eren mutters, tone dipped in that signature blend of amusement and irritation. He squints after her, watching as Historia sways into Ymir’s side, muttering some gibberish that doesn’t sound remotely human. "It's like the two just gravitate towards each other." In Eren's head he imagined the mimosa tower being a magnet, Historia a teeny piece of steel, being pulled towards it no matter what.

"I know, shit's insane. She downs half the tower on her own every time and then acts surprised when she’s blacked out by noon. Always ends up the drunkest cause she doesn't know her damn limits. Talk about white girl wasted," Ymir grunts as Historia stumbles a bit when she trips over her own shoes and uneven pavement, "Plus when she's drunk she somehow gets ten times heavier like a damn anvil. Help me carry her to the car, Jaeger?"

Historia suddenly jerks upright like a woman possessed, blonde hair all in her face as her bleary eyes lock onto something across the street. "Oh shit! That gay bar is open!" she gasps, voice filled with a kind of awe usually reserved for witnessing a miracle. "Let’s go!" And just like that, she’s off. Ymir's still attached to her side, practically getting dragged in the process like an owner with an eager dog.

"Oh hell no!" Ymir scrambles to grab her tighter, heels digging into the pavement. "Jaeger! Fucking help me!"

Eren lets out a long-suffering groan before swooping in, effortlessly scooping Historia into his arms. "Alright, that’s enough outta you," he mutters, adjusting his hold as she kicks her feet in protest. You’ve carried a drunk Historia before, and you know she turns into a human sandbag the second alcohol hits her system. And yet, Eren moves like she’s weightless. Even with her flailing and attempting a dramatic escape, he barely struggles, his grip unshakable. You linger for a second too long, watching the way his arm flexes underneath his hoodie as she wriggles in protest, the slight tension in his forearms as he tightens his grip to keep her still. Okay, so he’s stronger than he looks. You shake off the thought, refusing to let it take up any real estate in your brain. But you can't help but stare just a little longer.

"Unhand me, you big bozo!" Historia slurs dramatically, attempting to point at the neon-lit bar like she’s making a declaration of war. "This is gay business! I can smell the cosmopolitans calling me!"

"You're cut off, dumbass," Ymir groans, rubbing her temple. Connie can't help but just watch and laugh, not helping one bit. His cackles and Historia's drunken shouting can't help but draw attention to the normal people trying to enjoy their Sunday afternoons. Ymir just shakes her head, always tired of being a babysitter. She just shakes her head with a groan, already regretting not drugging Historia with a Pedialyte slushie before brunch.

"Bro, this is embarrassing for all of us," Connie says as he catches his breath, hands on his knees as he watches Historia still flail like a petulant toddler in Eren's arms.

"You’re not even helping," Ymir gripes, sharply glaring at the boy with the buzzcut. She leads everyone to the car like she's the only sane adult hauling a pack of children, looking back every so often to make sure that Historia's drunken ass hasn't escaped.

"Because this is the best thing I’ve ever seen, duhhh," Connie trails behind, recording a snapchat video for the group chat to laugh at later. He starts recording, narrating in a fake documentary voice. “Here we see the rare and majestic Historia in her natural state: absolutely wasted and irrational. Nature is healing.” The shutter sound clicks, and you know that video is gonna be looped for weeks. Maybe memed. Probably memed. Connie was definitely gonna play it out though.

You’re trying not to laugh, but you’re too busy watching Eren handle the whole situation like it’s just another inconvenient errand. No complaint, no fumbling. No struggle, no fuss. Just calm, sure movements—like hauling a drunk girl around is as familiar to him as tying his shoes. His hands are steady, one arm braced around her thighs, the other across her back, like he’s done this a hundred times. Maybe he has. That thought shouldn’t bother you, but for some reason, it kinda does. Not that you’re going to unpack that right now. And if your brain kind of… short-circuits for a second when he adjusts his grip—one hand flexing slightly as he shifts her weight so effortlessly, hoodie riding up just enough to hint at toned skin beneath—well. No one has to know. It’s a private glitch. You’ll reboot later.

“Fuck me,” Ymir groans, dragging a hand down her face, already exhausted and they haven’t even gotten to the car yet. “She’s gonna be a handful the whole ride back.” She turns her head toward Eren. “Ride with us, Jaeger?”

Your stomach does a weird little flip at the thought, but you push it down. It’s just a car ride. Nothing to overthink. Right? You blame the sudden onset of butterflies on the champagne still lingering in your system. Just champagne bubbles mixing with the greasy breakfast.

Eren, still holding a continuously struggling Historia, finally gives a resigned sigh after some thought and glances at Ymir. "You got the doors unlocked?"

"Yeah, yeah," Ymir waves him off, already fishing into her flannel pocket for the keys. Her tone is flat, but her eyes still twitch toward Historia like she’s waiting for her to explode again.

Eren shifts Historia in his arms again, and this time, his gaze flickers toward you. The movement is subtle, barely noticeable, but you feel it—the way his eyes drag up just enough to catch yours. But just as quick as he looks at you, even if it felt like an eternity, his eyes flit away.

You shove your hands into your pockets, tilting your head at Historia, who is now reduced to limp, defeated grumbles in Eren’s arms. “You done fighting?”

She sighs dramatically, letting her head flop back. "I just wanted to drink cosmos and dance to Doja Cat." You swear you could hear tiny sniffles from her, but you can't see her face, just blonde hair hanging as she dangles from Eren's broad shoulder.

"You can do that shit when we get back home," Ymir tells her, unlocking the car with a beep. "It'll be easier to carry your drunk ass to bed when you eventually pass out."

Eren doesn’t even wait—just yanks open the door with one hand, the other still hooked under Historia’s knees like she’s weightless and deposits her into the backseat. He barely dodges a sloppy slap from her as she whines something about oppression and the straight white man doing what he does best. You chuckle and shake your head as you get in the front seat. You'd be damned to sit next to Eren as he manspreads out. Or even worse, have a drunken Historia rolling around on top of you.

“You’re violating my rights,” she slurs, her hand flopping uselessly against his chest before sliding off. “This is textbook oppression. The straight white man strikes again.”

Eren dodges the limp hit with a sigh that says this isn’t his first rodeo. “You’re not even making sense,” he mutters, mostly to himself, but there’s the tiniest curl of his lip, just a little side smirk of a smile. His patience shouldn’t be attractive. You decide it’s not. It’s definitely not.

“Do you see that bar?” she asks Eren, pointing lazily out the window like she’s discovered the world’s greatest treasure. “Cosmos. Dancing. Gay magic.”

Eren doesn’t even look at her. He just sighs again, the sound low yet amused. “You’re literally impossible.”

“I know,” Historia drunkenly hiccups. “But also—Eren, help. I wanna go there. I need it." Her voice turns soft with a needy desperation, her hands up against the window like a prisoner, leaving splotchy handprints on Ymir's car window as she drags her hand down with an audible squeaky sound.

A soft laugh escapes your lips, the sound is sweet and genuine, light and bubbly. which makes Eren look up. And what he sees makes his heart stutter. Looking at you from the rear-view mirror, he can see you smile. Not your slick smirk or that fake, passive aggressive condescending one you had been giving him for the past two days. This is your actual genuine smile, apples of your cheeks dimpled, pulled wide enough that a hint of teeth shows through. Something in him pauses, like a skipped heartbeat. It’s annoyingly soft. Disarming.

Before he can linger on it—before he can figure out why it hits him the way it does—Ymir abruptly swings open the driver door with all the force of someone exhausted by life and brunch. "Alright, hadda make sure Connie was sober enough to drive his dumb ass back to our place. Ready to roll out?"

"I am," Historia says just a little too loud in Ymir's ear, making her jump. "There's a gallon of Tito's with my name on it in the fridge." If she wasn't gonna get her cosmos and gay bar, she was gonna make vodka sodas at home and at least pretend she was at one, one Charli xcx song at a time.

"Fuck, Stor! Buckle your ass up," Ymir pinches the bridge of her nose before she starts the car. Ymir's beat up altima starts up with a heave. "Gonna end up going over a speed bump and your tiny ass is gonna go flying out the damn window." Fumbling sounds could be heard, Historia helplessly mumbling as the seatbelt keeps slipping from her sloppy grip.

With a tchht of his teeth, Eren takes it into his own hands and leans over to buckle her up. Ymir backs out of the parking lot, her music turned up loud enough so she doesn't have to hear Historia whine every time she doesn't stop at one of the dozens of downtown bars. Your left elbow is rested on the center console as you scroll through your phone, your vibrating notifications pulling you away from your tipsy watching out of the window.

From the angle you're sitting Eren has the perfect view of your phone. And him, being ever so nosy about the mysterious enigma that was you, couldn't help but watch. Because of course he would. Each social media app on your home page seemed to have double or triple-digit numbers in the little red bubbles that resided in the top right corner. Connie really wasn't lying about that roster, huh?

Opening up snapchat, your chat log is bombarded with unopened snaps and messages. Eren's eyes narrow ever so slightly as he watches you swipe through your messages. The longer he watches, the more he can’t seem to shake the feeling of being… a little too invested. He takes note of the little bitmoji avatars. Mostly guys, he realizes. The messages from the guys pile up, his brow twitching with each one. A few snaps, a couple of “What’s up?”s, a few “Miss you”s. You half swipe a few, reading the message but leaving them on delivered, leaving the sender in agonizing limbo. Others you flat out just leave on read without blinking, not even giving them a sliver off attention.

Then you open some from girls, he doesn't know who, but these are the only ones that actually get a response from you. You're actually engaging, actually responding. Laughing quietly to yourself. Sending back stickers and even sending funky ass pictures with weird filters. He tries to hold back a snicker as you use one that gives you a cartoonishly big forehead.

Then a notification pops up at the top. It's a text. 'How was brunch?' Eren's brows furrow, eyes scanning the screen to read the name. And everything in him stills in that moment. Jean. The fuck? Jean texted you? The thought settles in Eren’s chest like a sickly strong emotional cocktail—one part disbelief, two parts irritation. You were actually texting Jean. Did he actually manage to snag your number last night at the party? The thought sits uncomfortably in his stomach now, but he doesn’t dare to admit it. You tap the message to open it, your acrylic nail making a 'tut' sound against the phone as you do so. With his eyes stuck to your screen, he realizes you two had been texting... a lot. Like a lot.

Eren can’t help but notice the way your fingers dance over the screen, typing out responses quickly, as if the conversation is something you’re eager to continue. It makes something twist in his gut, something unfamiliar and green. There’s something about it that grinds at him. His jaw tightens slightly, and he watches you send the message to Jean without hesitation.

'So this is how you operate', he thinks bitterly. The decisiveness in which you engage, and the fact that you don't seem to care who you leave on read, except... for Jean. Jean, who in this moment gets all of your attention, all of your effort. Jean, who somehow managed to snag your number after one night of partying.

Eren’s fingers twitch. His hands, resting in his lap, clench into fists without him realizing. There's this sinking feeling in his chest; something sour he can't quite place. What does Jean have that he doesn’t? He doesn’t know why it’s getting under his skin this badly. He shouldn’t care. He barely even likes you, only tolerates you cause you're Ymir's cousin—at least that’s what he tells himself.

'Brunch was good. Lot of mimosas, a little too many.' Your fingers pause for a moment before you add, 'Ymir had to carry Historia out of the restaurant lol.' You send it with a little laugh. He can see it. He can hear it in the way you’re typing. And he swears he could actually hear you softly giggle under the music.

Eren inhales sharply. His throat tightens. He’s watching this entire exchange like it's some kind of sick fascination. But the thing is, it’s not just curiosity anymore. It’s... jealousy. He doesn’t know why it’s hitting him like this—why he feels this need to know how close you two are. How much he’s really got to compete with.

He watches as you send another message. 'I’ll let you know when I’m free to hang out next. You still owe me that drink.' The message seems innocent enough on the surface, but the way you send it, so casually, so… comfortably and expectant—it digs under his skin. You tap the send button without a second thought, locking your phone and not waiting on Jean's response. It’s as if you don’t even register that Eren’s been watching, studying you. But he’s fully aware of it. His focus is on you, every movement, every keystroke.

A quiet breath escapes Eren, and his grip on the seat tightens, almost painfully. What the hell was he doing? Why did it matter so much? He glances at you, his gaze lingering a little longer than it should, trying to read you—trying to make sense of the way you move, the way you talk, the way you operate. There’s a confidence in how you handle your connections, your interactions with people. He’s starting to get it now. You have the ability to make anyone feel important, to make them feel special, without ever giving anything away. And Jean? He's eating this shit up. Too naive to know that you're stringing him along until you get what you want out of him. Eren doesn't know what, but he knows a girl like you, someone who can charm her way into anyone’s life with ease, always knowing just what to say to keep them hooked, isn't easily satisfied by such a soft, nice guy like Jean.

Eren clenches his jaw, fighting the urge to ask you, to call you out on this subtle game you’re playing. But he doesn’t. Instead, he shifts in his seat, trying to pull himself together before he says something that would only make this worse.

Eren’s gaze stays locked on the back of your head for a moment longer than it should, trying to shake the knot in his stomach—or trying to burn a damn hole to see you drop dead from how jealous he is. He runs his fingers through his hair, feeling that familiar tension creeping up the back of his neck. He had never felt it before, but it was starting to become constant every time he was around you. You started to bring out these icky green feelings that he had never in his life felt before. His jaw is tight, his mind racing through thoughts he doesn’t want to have. Jean… One of his best friends that he knows like the back of his damn hand. Too sweet, too kind. A damn simp if Eren were to really want to get under Jean's skin. But you? You’re a whole different game. And what’s worse is that you know it. You know exactly how to play everyone, keep them dangling. He knows a nice guy like Jean is the perfect fodder for a man eater like you. But that's not what really pisses Eren off, if you could really see what was going on in that pretty little head of his.

The quiet hum of the car seems to stretch forever. He wonders if you’ve noticed the way he’s watching you. Probably not. You’re too wrapped up in your phone, your next message, your next move.

He shifts in his seat again, uncomfortable with the weight of his thoughts. You’re a puzzle he can’t solve, a game he’s not sure he wants to play but can’t stop being drawn into. And Jean? Jean’s just another piece. It pisses him off, and Eren can’t figure out why. It’s not like he cares what you do, who you talk to. Right? Right?

He watches you again, his green eyes flitting between you and your phone—between his desire to snap at you, to call you out on the fact that you're playing with people like it’s a game, and the part of him that can’t help but admire how damn good you are at it. It'd be like the pot calling the kettle black, but Eren was a damn hypocrite. He couldn't stand that he actually respected the game you had.

Finally, his resolve cracks. His voice is quiet, a little rougher and choked up than he intended, as he breaks the silence.

“So, when’s this drink happening?” The words feel like a challenge, even though he didn’t mean them to. He feels a strange tightness in his chest, like he just poked the hornet’s nest and he’s about to get stung.

You look up at him then, a glint of something playful in your eyes. So, he’s finally speaking up, it seems to say. You lean back slowly, ever so smug, eyes twinkling, but there's a nonchalant coolness in your smile that sends another jolt through him.

"Were you reading my messages, Jaeger?" Your voice is a sickly-sweet patronizing pitch, and Eren hates that his stomach does a flip to it. Like a damn puppy wagging its tale when it's excited. Your words. The tone. It’s like flipping a match straight into Eren’s already gasoline-soaked nerves.

He doesn’t answer immediately—of course he doesn’t. Just stares at you with that staggered expression, jaw tight and calloused fingers curled against his knees like he’s holding himself back from doing… something. Anything. Maybe everything.

Your question just hangs in the air, obnoxiously casual, like you didn’t just clock him red-handed. Like you weren’t completely aware of the way you can irritate his entire soul with a fake nice smile and giggle. You watch his mouth press into that stubborn line, and for a split second, you can tell he’s debating whether to lie or double down. And you can’t lie—it’s kinda hot seeing him scramble internally, even if he’s doing a damn good job at not showing it.

Eren finally exhales a laugh, dry and humorless as he rolls his eyes. “You didn’t exactly make it subtle,” he mutters, glancing back out the car window, the irritation evident in his face, evident in the scowl he can't even bite back anymore. “It was practically a live show.”

You raise an angled brow, feigning innocence. “You mad I didn’t cast you in the lead?” Your voice lowers in register, raspy and sultry as your eyes go lidded a bit, now smugger, like you're feeding off of his negative reaction.

That finally gets a reaction—his head snaps back toward you, those sharp juniper eyes narrowing. He’s annoyed. And not in that flirty, I’m-pretending-to-be-jealous way. No, this is deeper. Tighter. Like it hit a nerve he didn’t even know was exposed until you jabbed at it.

“Don’t flatter yourself,” he snaps, though the bite doesn’t land the way he wants it to. Too reactive. Too defensive. His own voice betrays him, makes him sound a little wounded and hurt like a kicked puppy.

And you? You smirk. Not out of cruelty—well, maybe a little—but mostly because you’ve got him now. Hook, line, and pretty little sinker. Eren Jaeger, who never lets shit get under his skin, is spiraling over a text thread with Jean Kirstein.

You tilt your head, voice syrupy-sweet and ever so condescending. “Aw, don’t worry, Eren. I’m sure Jean would share the spotlight. You could even hold the boom mic.” Teeth gems glinting as you grin at him.

That earns you a scoff, one that sounds way too much like a growl under his breath. “You think you’re funny, huh?”

You lean in, lips curved in a slow, wolfish smile, eyes locked with his. “No. I know I’m funny. But thanks for confirming I’m also memorable.” The silence after that is heavier. Not awkward—just loaded. Like the air between you could spark if either of you breathed the wrong way. Like shit would explode if one more thing was said.

Eren breaks it again, but this time his voice is lower, steadier. “Just don’t fuck with him.” It was almost inaudible, and you were definitely sure you were the only one in the car to hear that, with Ymir too focused on driving and Historia taking a drunken cat nap with her head resting against the window.

You pause at that. The smirk fades. A flicker of something unreadable flashes across your face before you look out the windshield again. His tone was different this time. Not teasing. Not bitter. It was serious. You roll the words around in your mind before finally responding. "Who said I was fucking with him?"

And maybe that was a lie. Or maybe it wasn’t. But either way, it shuts him up. You don’t say anything else, and neither does he. The tension sits between you like an uninvited passenger, strapped into the middle seat and very much not minding its business. The music plays on. The road keeps rolling.

And Eren? He stays silent. Because deep down, he knows he wasn’t really saying that about Jean.

He was warning himself.

.・゜✧﹒☁﹒✧゜・．.・゜✧﹒☁﹒✧゜・．.・゜✧﹒☁﹒✧゜・．.・

tags ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖࣪ @jaeg3rb0mb @zeunys @booksandbud4me @asthesunrisessolow @erenjaegerfein @cc1306 @spammmmmmsstuff

[bowsnstrings]

No More Hiding!

Onyankopon x Black Coded Character ✌️🏾

Summary: Milana is tired of being the shy, dorky, campus “weirdo”, but isn’t so sure about how to open up. When put in a situation where she has to at least communicate will she sink or swim?

Warning MDNI!: Mentions of weed, Mentions of food, Original character with original descriptions.

Masterlist: 🍃

Word Count: 2.3k

What’s the difference between being antisocial and cast out of society? Milana wasn’t really sure as she felt a mix of eyes on her, trying to make her way off campus to get home after a long day of lectures and homework.

There was still so much to do when she got home, looking around and seeing people’s heads turn as she walked by, feeling the anxiety grip her quickly. Even with headphones and strictly looking ahead she could still feel their eyes boring into her skin.

Gosh, why are people so rude? Couldn’t they just let her live? She didn’t even know why they stared, just knowing that when they do, she just wants to shrink in on herself and hide away from the world.

That didn’t sound like a bad idea at this point, just wanting to see her cat, Oreo, and smoke a nice joint to kick off the weekend as she wrote some poetry in her journal. The perfect stress relief, and to top it all off, she’d order in sushi, turn on Insecure, and watch her favorite comfort show.

Nothing could ruin this for Milana, not even her nosy neighbor, Shelly, who was trying to peek into her doorway as she cracked it open. Simply ignoring her and kicking the door shut, unbothered for the first time in ages.

Milana practically ran to her bedroom, excited to get started, pulling out her remote and sticker covered book as Oreo jumped on the bed. His lovely little face stared up at her as she went around the room searching for the last item.

“Where is it?” She asked herself, pushing her curls out of her face as she leaned down on hands and knees to look under her bed.

Milana reached and grabbed the familiar tin jar, hoping to see a pre roll in there all ready for you to spark up, but found the entire container empty. “Nooo!” She whined softly.

Oreo laid his paw on her hands, meowing and trying to get some extra cuddles, which she provided as she tried to think. Who could she hit up last minute… She didn’t really know that many people on campus either.

Sasha’s boyfriend? Connie! He knew some guy who dealed right? What was his name though, it started with an “E”. Eric? Eren, maybe? Yeah, that was definitely it.

She could’ve sworn she saw those two together a few weeks ago, and when she clicked on Eren’s Instagram he was posting pictures of wrapped up cannabis in pouches ready to sell. It wasn’t too much of a shock either given how much the guy likes to party.

Without a second doubt she was pulling out her phone to text her best friend. Sasha asked Connie, her boyfriend of three years, and sent over Eren’s number to hit him up. She definitely owes Sash a manicure or something to really thank her.

Eren was slow to reply, mostly sending abbreviated messages that were like reading a new language, only to tell her that he can’t make the drop. Milana sighed, defeated and ready to give up when he sent a new message asking if she’d like his friend to drop by with something for her.

At this point she was desperate. Milana told Eren his friend could stop by and tossed her phone on the charger. She figured she could kill time a bit while she waited since it’d be a while.

Nothing a hot shower couldn’t fix to get started, hopping up from the floor and making her way to the bathroom. She flipped the handle to hot, and ran to the kitchen to start the kettle, deciding some tea will really make this all better.

She shed her clothes on the way back, dropping them off into the hamper, and stepping into the steaming shower. It was just as relaxing as she hoped it’d be, sighing in relief, feeling the scalding water cascade down her body.

Milana took time to really wash herself down in her baby pink body wash, the scent wafting through the entire bathroom as she did. Scrubbing her skin then stepping out onto the bathmat, turning off the shower and jumping into a towel.

As she made her way back to the kitchen she checked the time to make sure that she hadn’t accidentally lost track, pouring hot water into her mug. It was a pretty special tea blend she was using, really wanting to celebrate today and all her little wins for herself .

She took the tea with her to her bedroom to steep as she rubbed herself with lotion, smiling happily at the smell. Taking small sips of her drink in between getting dressed, trying to keep Oreo away from her mug before he knocked it off her nightstand as she shimmied into a skirt and crop top.

Eren never specified who his friend was, so she tried looking at least a bit presentable, at least enough to quickly grab her weed in the doorway and lock herself back in her room to get in some pajamas and into bed. A knock at her door had Oreo’s head peaking up curiously before scurrying across her apartment to hide in his bed.

At least they didn’t show up at a crazy hour, but she didn’t expect them this soon. Better for her actually, she thought to herself as she made her way to the door, grabbing a cardigan from her coat hanger and wrapping it tight around her body to protect from the cold.

Her hand paused before she opened the door, a sudden wave of anxiety as she took in her appearance in her closeby mirror. Oh God, what if they made fun of her, or started talking about her to Eren? What if word gets out on campus? Maybe she should change. Another knock sends her out of her spiral and scrambling to answer the door.

“Sorry, I was just-” As she looked up to speak it was like coming eye to eye with a literal piece of art. Her eyes taking in all six foot something of him as he towered over her.

Lifting her head from his clean white Air Force ones to his lax black jeans, barely on his waist. They were only slightly covered by a baggy black hoodie that couldn’t even hide how muscular he was.

Her jaw nearly went slack when she got to his face. Sexy goatee and rich dark skin, with a beautiful white smile directed her way? She couldn’t even get to his eyes before she realized that she must’ve been staring with how amused he looked.

This was literally Milana’s worst nightmare. She took a deep breath of air and straightened up, throwing her arms around herself in case he could see she wasn’t wearing bra.

“Hi…” She wheezed out, hands trembling at the first bit of human interaction she’d had in while.

“Hi.” His voice was firm. Deep and warm with mirth. Her neck craned up to really see him, his hood on with a satin black durag and brown eyes that anyone would want to swim in. Just perfection.

Deeply, immensely, intimidating perfection. One that had her wanting to just slam the door in his face and not face him ever. Oh well, she was here now, might as well try not to make a complete fool of yourself.

“Right, are-are you Eren’s, uhm, friend?” Milana felt like a bug leaving its cocoon for the first time. She really had to get better with talking to people, it was starting to get embarrassing.

“Yeah, I am.” Straight and to the point. No extra filler words or anything, she didn’t really know how to respond, nodding and waiting for him to say anything else. “You just need a “G” right?” He asked, tilting his chin up to reveal a shining gold chain around his neck.

She went to speak until she tried to think of something cool to say, pausing mid air only to sigh out a shy, “Yes please.” Speaking under her breath while trying to hold her composure. She watched his hands come out of his hoodie to rub together in the chilly night air.

“I’m Ony.” He nodded to her, and she smiled politely at his name. “You said cash right?” He confirmed, and she realized that he might’ve been rushing her a bit so he didn’t have to stand in the cold.

“Sorry, right!” Jumping straight into autopilot she turned around to go inside, quickly turning back so she didn’t look rude for just leaving so suddenly. “I will- I’m just going to- let me go inside!” She rushed out all jumbled together as she spun on her feet.

Ony’s eyes nearly went blank as she turned her back to him, Milana’s hair swaying her scent in his face. Mhmm, strawberries, vanilla ice cream, and marshmallows. She smelled like the perfect dessert, and he had to adjust himself while she wasn’t looking just so she wouldn’t see him nearly drool.

As she went back inside to find the money she took a minute to breathe, hiding behind her bedroom door with a hand over her thumping heart. Oh my gosh, that man was so fine, like actually gorgeous! The only man she’s ever looked at and actually wanted to even attempt to flirt with.

It took a minute to calm her racing heart, but she had to remember what her real mission was here! Milana made her way to her vanity, grabbing the small ceramic dish containing some cash she kept for rainy days, pausing to actually get it together and cool down.

As she made her way back out, she tried to put on a braver face, smiling and focusing her energy into seeming relaxed. She was about to hand over the bills until she heard a needy meow behind her. She could recognize the sound of her hungry cat anywhere.

Oreo slithered out the door behind her, making her do a double take and open the door to let him back in. “No, baby. Pst, pst, pst.” She kneeled down trying to coax him back and watched in awe as he slithered around Ony’s legs instead.

The cheeky little boy decided to take a seat right between his feet, purring in content. “Cute cat.” Ony finally acknowledged him, smiling with amusement as her pet leaned its head back to look up at him.

“Thank you, he’s not normally so friendly.” Milana smiled as she scooped up Oreo in her hands and deposited him back inside. Quickly, she closed the door before he could escape again and stood back up, noticing Ony’s eyes on her the entire time.

“So he’s the one holding you down here, huh?” He said distractedly, eyes moving up and down her figure, almost committing it to memory.

She shrugged, ignoring his stare and looking down at her sandals as she answered. “Ah, y’know. He’s the only man in my life, so.” She laughed at her own joke before getting embarrassed at how lame it sounded, shrinking in on herself by trying to pull her cardigan around her body.

“What’s your name?” Ony asked, shocking both himself and her. That wasn’t typical for this type of interaction, to give your random plug your name while trying to buy some prerolls. She didn’t know what to say, but he was so assertive that it was hard to just do nothing.

“My name is Lana- Milana, sorry.” Oh no, why did she give this man her government name? What was she thinking? “Milana is my real name, but I never give it out. Everyone calls me Lana, except my professors, but they can never pronounce it right anyways so…”

She shut herself up before she could ramble anymore. “I’m Onyankopon.” Ony smiled, reaching a hand out smoothly, starting over with her. He never gave out his government name either, but something about her was just too good to resist.

Gorgeous girl, natural beauty too. Not an ounce of makeup, but he couldn’t even imagine how good she’d look wearing it too. Her curls were long and tight, shiny, just as healthy and moisturized as she looked.

When she stepped outside for the first time, it took everything in him not to pull out his phone and thank Eren for wanting to smash some random chick tonight. With the way her body was looking too, he’d really have to make sure this wasn’t the last time he came up here.

“If you need anything,” His hand gently took hers as he stepped forward, her eyes dropping down then jumping to his face. “Give me a call. I’ll have Eren give you my number.” She didn’t even notice how he slid the small baggie into her hand until he pulled away.

Offering up her cash, he took one look at the slightly crumpled bills and shook his head. “Just gimme five and we cool.”

“Five?” Sputtering softly in surprise, she held out two bills instead. “No, no. That’s not enough right?”

He almost laughed at how she nearly gave him twenty five dollars for a twelve dollar bag.

“Call it a discount. For my new favorite customer.” Ony plucked his five out of her hand and let her keep the rest, allowing the silence to wash over them as she felt the weight of his words.

Was he-No. he definitely wasn’t flirting. No way. He’s being funny or nice. He had to be, right? He for sure wasn’t sending her a wink and another smile as he left, walking away and leaving her in the doorway to ponder about what he said.

She felt like she was in a daze as she made her way back into her apartment. Replaying everything in her head as she changed and sat back in the covers, finally lighting up the preroll.

She didn’t know how to feel, the weed calming her down enough to not feel so embarrassed, but that didn’t mean she stopped thinking about Ony. Or Onyankopon? Which one should she use? More importantly, would she even see him again? Milana didn’t know, but she definitely knew who’s number to hit up if she ever needed him.

[wishingstarinajar]

My my, such a tempter

[startheskelaton]

What was your first drawing of Soundblaster and Nightflyer?

Sound blaster? Easy, this one. This is the first time I drew him

Night flyer….much older character

The first was the first sketch of his design, I don’t know why I put the date as 2010, this was drawn in like…2022. Second one was the first big redesign that led to his current design

[crowlls]

Bésame, bésame mucho, como si fuera esta noche la última vez 

[19thcenturyfuck]

bbc put me in charge of doctor who right now. i will give the doctor a paleolithic companion. and i don't mean a stereotypical "ooga booga grug hit mammoth with stick" caveman type character i mean a fully fleshed out well written human being who happens to have been born in like 100000 BCE and grown up as a nomadic hunter gatherer. and i will make that character go through no end of absolute wonder, joy, horror, and sheer confusion as they experience not just wacky aliens but also the eras of the earth that are "the future" fron their perspective, from the classical antiquity to the renaissance to the 51st century. and most importantly, i will make this character go absolutely insane about fashion

[ragnar0c]

Part 2 of comparing my EO ocs to my Mage Prophecies ocs

Tank and Tankei

The similarities in their names is purely a coincidence. Also Tankei is pronounced T-awn -KAY vs Tank just being said Tank. Plus... is Tank reaally his name? 🤨

Tankei was such a big supporting chara she could be elevated to main status. Subplots in most arcs focused on some aspect of her. And she was the fan fav.

She was an asshole, my favorite asshole whose reckless actions get the main girls in and out of trouble.

She needed to be watched bc when alone she was always misbehaving-- she hates authority, and she REALLY HATES injustice/unfairness.

Tankei melded so well with Mio bc she was the more real version of her. One that knew not everyone could be her friend bc she learned the hard way. And the reason why she is so harsh to Mio is because she never wants ANYONE to be like her. To be taken advantage of.

She has one of the absolute most DRAMATIC backstories ever. And it's one that shapes the plot.

If anyone has a more dramatic back story than Tankei it's probably Tank BAHAHAHA.

He is also a drunk asshole who has the be watched bc he misbehaves (thank you for watching Enid.....). But unlike Tankei. He's super... meticulous about what he does 🤨

His back story also leads a few subplots I have in mind. Actually maybe like 3. He was supposed to just be a side chara but the more I characterized him? He's actually so much more intelligent than Tankei when it comes to people. (I think). And his arc is sweet too. Yeah that guy is an asshole but I personally think he says so to trick people.

If they met: also at a bar. (They both use alcohol to turn off their brains).

They would beat the shit out of someone who was rude at the bar and vaguely remember each other afterwards.

He'd call her "chick" tho. Different than how he calls Alope and Hana kids... he'd definitely view her as more adult than those too bc he knows that she has seen very much.

Tank when Tankei calls him old man (he is tasting his own medicine)

Enid and Kai + Kiemi

Okay so Enid... Enid is one of my only EO ocs that embodies a few ocs rather than just 1. I have like 4 ocs that remind me of him. But narrowed it down to 2... the other 2 are more closely related to other EO ocs anyway.

Anyway Kai is another OC's son. Lady Micah's son!

I don't have comics of them interacting but it's. Oddly in character. Lady is the leader of a like police force, the specialized knights of the nation, the Royal Guardians. Kai is the highest ranking RG member. He is so ridiculously talented, powerful and awesome. But none of this stuff means anything to him bc his self esteem is soooooOoooo LOW.

Yeah. He can control gravity in a certain location. Yes he's a skilled swordsman. But what if hes faking that? ☹ he feels like an impostor...

He has all these achievements, but since he's so... insecure people dont know and view him as some average guy. Most don't even know he's rank 1. Which reinforces his inferiority complex.

Enid... Well when I rewrote chapter 1 I wanted to make it more obvious they were similar.

Like. You see Enid but not really?? Like. WHOA. That's a person. But... then you look at something else. They are the most vibrant in the room but surpress most of their personality. So people just view her as some guy.

Can't get into all Enid's problems bc Enid is a rare character who's backstory isn't super important. Maybe like 2 notes of it are. But other than that, all Enid is in the main story.

If they met: I think Enid would see Kai having a bad time and give him a pep-talk. Only to find out bro is basically capable of killing demigods and get SUPER PISSED OFF.

It's okay Enid. Post game, you can kill demigods too.

The other MP character is Kiemi.

Also one of the Royal Guardians. One who dedicated her whole life to the king. She represses her emotions like Enid too. Acting regal when shes really really upset that she's spent her life this way. Kiemi masks it and usually just tries to make sure no one feels like her. Giving confidence to everyone else and supporting them. (Including Kai)

She reminds me of young Enid. Before Enid became a monk they were unhappy in the same way Kiemi was.

If they met: ENID WOULD NOTICE HOW MESSED UP KIEMI'S QI IS. Kiemi's energy is so out of whack. They are repressing so much more than Enid.

They would talk and be good friends. Also if Enid ever lost confidence Kiemi would gas him up SO HARD.

Also! Kiemi and Kai are the main two who baby sit Tankei. So Enidcore. You know with Joe they babysit Tank. (Though... who is rlly being babysat between those two????)

That's it for this one!

I'll do more charas once I actually introduce them. :3!

[froggymug]

"IT'S!! TV!! TIME!!!"

Naturally, I am hopelessly bewitched by the Deltarune CRT............. I need him so bad-

Ahem. Yearning aside, wanted to doodle my own take on his design! If I draw him again, will definitely go for something simpler, but this was fun!

(Bonus variations include a "base" nekkid design and a Sphinx Tenna! He so kitty cat :3)

[fairytwles]

pov: the yellowjackets had a camera.

[sketchinventor]

"⭕Juno, Codename Patch; Ready for combat!⭕ "

character sheet commission for @koishcream on twitter

if you would like to get a comm like this you can do so over on my ko-fi page!

[kenziezie]

VILE piece for today (i do not own a blender i apologize if it looks whack)

also i'm editing this, i did not realize this was whump until i was told it was whump, so be aware you will see more of this!! i'm sorry if this is too intense for some people ;v;

[bowsnstrings]

Diamond Boy (DTM)!

Onyankopon x Black Coded Character✌️🏾

Summary: After realizing that she has feelings for her handsome plug, Milana decides to give in to her rapidly growing crush for him, but what happens when things get a bit too intimate too fast?

Warning MDNI!: First date fluff mostly! Mentions of thigh riding, Praise and Dirty Talk, Mentions of smoking weed, Mentions of food, Original character with original descriptions.

Masterlist:🍃

Word Count: 6.8k

First kisses were supposed to be awkward, a little disappointing, and definitely nerve wracking. Too much tongue, or not enough passion, at least something that you could go and tell your friends about so you don’t sound like you’re already falling for a person you’ve only kissed. At least a little funny cringey moment to keep it lighthearted and easy, nothing like the kiss Milana and Ony shared.

It started so sweet, his lips pressing so softly over hers that she questioned if this was actually happening. Her first kiss, clutching the most gorgeous flowers she’d ever received, holding onto an even more beautiful boy. Her hand, shaky with anxiousness, raised to rest over the side of his face, thumb sliding over his cheek to feel his warm skin and ground her enough to savor every second.

Something about that made everything change in an instant, Ony pressing forward with determined movements, practiced ease getting the best of her. He easily took the lead, capturing her again and again, using a hand on her chin to help her keep pace with him. Her other hand held onto his bicep, feeling like she was going to topple over if they continued, neither of them thinking about anything else in the moment besides the electric feeling that came when they connected.

Moving in sync to deepen it further, until they pulled apart with nasty smack, both taking large breaths to cool down. It seemed like Ony couldn’t get enough though, giving her two quick pecks to her pursed lips, her eyes dreamy and looked like they were swirling with hearts.

“Fuck.” He groaned, purring low right in her face, biting down on his lip to contain himself from doing too much in public. His eyes scanned around to make sure no one was looking, lazily combing the area until they landed back on hers, another smile on his face that made her feel a lot lighter. “You be getting niggas caught up, huh?”

Her face scrunched up, smacking her lips as Ony laughed, a hand coming to cover up his smile as Milana pushed him away. “No.” She rolled her eyes at him, joining in on his sniggering, not being able to hold back her joy for long. “I don’t even date.” The admission wasn’t as bitter as she thought it would be, just a shrug off that she wasn’t so concerned about.

“This is a date, Ma. What ‘you think I’ve been trying to do all day?” He wiggled his brows at her suggestively, standing up to get out of his crouched position, moving back to sit and actually start eating.

“What? This is not a date. You have to ask a girl first, Ony.” She exclaimed as he dropped down, not knowing if he was eyeing her or his ribeye in hunger. “Besides, how do you know I wanna go on a date?” Deciding it was better to join him instead of staring, she laid her flowers down to pick up her silverware with a teasing remark.

He couldn’t even hide his happiness at her burst of confidence, chuckling at the way her lips twisted to hide her smile, determined to hold her face steady. That’s alright, he knew exactly what to say to make her crack. “Mama, with the way you kiss we're for sure going on a date.”

Oh Ony was good alright, that low drawn out humm while thinking of the memory was a nice added touch, her legs clamping shut as soon as the deep sound left him. She had to admit, he had game, but she wasn’t going to just let him have all the fun. “Still didn’t hear you ask me…” Milana sighed, playing up her uninterested look by sitting back, mimicking his nonchalant face that he puts on.

His eyes lit up in recognition, laughing at the way she bunched her eyebrows together like he did when he was annoyed. Damn, was he really that readable? She must’ve done her homework, seen him more than he thought she had. As flattering as it was, he still wasn’t going to let her win, licking over his bottom lip to bring in her focus as he dropped his voice to really play up his words.

“Please, Milana?”

That definitely did it, her hands jerking at his sultry plea, like he was begging to kiss her again. Fork accidentally clashing onto her plate noisily, face flushed in surprise, trying to collect herself under his steamy gaze. She realized that he was waiting on a response, actually asking in a way she’d never expect in a million years. “Okay…” Agreeing blindly, knowing that if he ever wanted her to do something, all he’d have to do was say is please.

“Tomorrow, it’s settled.”

“Ony!” She should’ve definitely seen that one coming, and yet she still dropped her mouth in shock, flowers nearly bumped off the table if it weren’t for her hands grabbing them as quickly as they did. “Are-you can’t be serious. So soon?”

He nodded enthusiastically, with almost childlike wonder like they were elementary crushes getting to sit together for the first time. “The only day it can happen is tomorrow. Promise if you go you’ll have fun.” With the way he said it, she definitely believed him, and why not throw caution to the wind. So far when she did it got her some action, no harm in that. So, she said yes, twirling a petal around her finger as she felt her flowers, smiling across from him as they talked about any and everything. They sat there for the longest breakfast in the world, getting to know each other like they were old friends meeting again. Laughing at their similarities, sharing their values, and trying to get Ony to spill any clues about their first date.

He wouldn’t budge at all, instead redirecting her with jokes and funny stories as they ate, showing such a rare side of him not a lot of people saw. It’s been such a long time since he felt like he could let loose around a girl, not having to put up a tough ass act, afraid that if he showed even a bit of vulnerability the fantasy of a relationship would just crumble. Provide, protect, and don’t be a pussy, the only things he was told about women really.

For once, he thought that maybe, just maybe, he didn’t always have to be so hard all the time. That Ony could take off that mask he wears, and not have to hold back from expressing himself because she was doing the same for him. He could see it, the way she was trying to be vulnerable like she couldn’t help but wear her heart on her sleeve, and all he wanted was to be the one to keep it safe for her.

Perhaps, that’s why he already couldn’t keep his hands off of her, a calloused palm sliding down her arm being cautious and gentle. Walking hand in hand underneath a lovely orange sun, the blue sky pushing wind to blow her hair around and make her look so pretty that he didn’t want to drop her back off. Clinging onto her hand as they made it to Milana’s front door again, knowing that the waiting was going to eat him alive.

“I had a good time.” She admitted, her shy attitude making it that much harder to go, his thumb rubbing over her knuckles to commit the feeling to memory. “I’ll see you tomorrow?” Hopeful excitement shining in her eyes as they looked up at him, his head falling down to lean in closer, eclipsing her view of everything besides him.

“Six o’clock, tomorrow. Give me until then, Mama.” He murmured to her, pressing a long lasting kiss to her lips, pulling her in by sliding his hand around her back. Letting out a squeal and scrambling hands to hold onto him, she made sure not to stumble over in her sandals from trying to get to him so fast, head spinning at the way he was able to take the reins like that.

Ony willed himself away from her, drawing her in a calming hug that let her rest into him for just a second longer before he started walking back to his car. Calling out a goodbye after him, voice breathless with a meek wave. Making him turn one last time to send her a coy wink as he ducked into the front seat, leaving her standing on her doorstep like she was in a dream.

The rest of the day moved as slowly as she did, barely wanting to do anything else besides write and stare at the lilies now sitting in her nightstand vase. Oh God, would it be bad if she told him she missed him while he was gone? Too much and too soon, right? Definitely too clingy already, but a part of her was just crushing too hard right now. Kicking her feet up while she laid in bed, journal filled with curly cursive words, gushing over him like she was talking to her best friend.

All her life she could only imagine what this would feel like, and now she was experiencing it firsthand. That warm bubbly feeling of romance that she'd been begging for, and the thrill of it all was just too exhilarating. Ony was suave, confident, so effortlessly in control of everything he did, being with him felt like being able to let go. Release all her worry and stress, and it was scary to her that he could throw her into a total state of compliance, maybe even scarier was the fact that she liked being able to be the docile and sweet one while he handled everything.

He paid for their breakfast like it was his job, didn't even let her see the check, let alone touch it. Milana had a feeling that he was always generous, that he had a good heart underneath all that intimidation. Maybe, he just showed it through gestures, his actions definitely grand, making her feel spoiled already. She thought about it all as she hugged onto Oreo, trying to receive a bit more affection, counting down the hours until the arms she’d be in wouldn't have fur or paws.

The entire day since Milana woke up, she'd been getting ready for their night out. Practically glued to her vanity as she tweezed her brows, applied a mud mask, watching housewives as she did her makeup. Her skin rubbed down in marshmallow body cream, spraying her favorite perfume as she watched herself in the mirror, rollers giving her a slight headache as she tried not to be so nervous.

Taking the time out to pamper herself was nice, it relaxed her down, the hour long bath was helpful getting her in the right headspace, but she just wanted to see him already. He might've said something nice or funny to get her to smile instead of worrying, or calm her nerves enough to stop freaking out inside.

She stood in the mirror for nearly an hour, trying on everything in her closet that would be a possibility for any date. Skirts, heels, shorts, tops, but none of them felt right until the last outfit. Ony never told her what they'd be doing when they went out, so she only could hope that her long, tight brown dress with a crochet green bolero matched the occasion. She paired it with tan sandals in case they'd be close to the beach or had to do some walking, and her chunky vintage coach shoulder bag.

Milana wanted to impress him, look special and pretty, imagining she was a princess for the night as she slid in her twisted gold hoop earrings. By the time she was finished, it was getting into the late afternoon, trying to drink some honey chamomile tea and have some fruit to quell her nerves. Hearing that knock at the door almost spooked her, a rush of anxiousness hitting her all at once as she stopped to look at herself one more time.

Fluffing her hair and finding an extra roller she accidentally left in, she quickly straightened up and made sure nothing was in her teeth before pulling the door open. “Hi, Ony.” Milana smiled, trying to appear effortless and nonchalant until she saw the bouquet of flowers he held in his hands. Pretty pink and white roses, all blooming gracefully, wrapped in green paper for her to receive. He looked just as perfect as they did. Loose fitting jeans and a hoodie that made his arms look even bigger, a heavy gold chain glittering from underneath.

“Hey, Mama. These are for you.” He must've gotten a shave, his facial hair looking sharper, hair covered by a fitted baseball bat. His cologne almost engulfed her as he passed her the roses, pressing a kiss to her cheek as she breathed him in.

“Ony, you already got me flowers.” She still cooed happily as he gifted them to her, letting him inside all giddy and giggly.

“These are for our date, thought you might like ‘em when I saw the pink.” He remembered her saying that was her favorite color yesterday when they had breakfast, so he knew it'd only be right for her to have them.

“Aww, thank you. Let me get something to put them in.” He closed the door for her, eagerly entering to breathe her home in further, smiling at the good feeling he had being inside. The candles she lit had the perfect scent of vanilla, but nothing rivaled her perfume that was floating everywhere. He stopped for a moment, just taking it in as he stopped at a particular photo on the wall.

“You a writer?” He asked, pausing specifically at a picture he saw when he spent the night, one where she stood in her graduation gown, neck covered in medals and holding awards. She looked so cute when she was younger, glasses thicker and hair a bit shorter in curls pouring out of her decorated cap.

“I am I guess. Won a scholarship for it, but I think I should probably start writing more often.” She hummed out as she tried finding another vase for the new bunch of flowers. His gaze getting stuck on her as she bent over, noticing just how tight her dress was. He nearly swore out loud as her hips wiggled trying to pull it from the cabinet, her ass shaking lightly enough to trap him in a daze. Guess he’ll just have to adjust himself all night while he silently suffers.

“Is that what you do for work?” He tore his eyes away, feeling a bit hot as he tried distracting himself. Ony watched her straighten back up, filling the glass with water as she answered.

“Yeah, freelance. Pays the bills and what not.” She was fixing up the petals of her roses, placing them down on the table as he approached her. Reaching into his hoodie pocket, he pulled out something once she turned around, letting her eyes zero in on it before explaining.

“Picked up a treat for us,” His palm opened to show her a sandwich bag full of nugs, shifting around in there, hypnotizing her into watching it. The smell of potent greenery filled the air as soon as he opened it, letting her get a whiff and laughing when she scrunched her face at the smell of straight weed. “Named it ‘Laid-back ‘Lana’.” She couldn’t contain the giggle that bubbled up her throat at the name, her hand trying to cover her mouth at his playfulness.

“Why’d you name it that?” Milana asked, their light and playful banter easing away any thoughts from earlier. This is definitely what she missed, just being around him, basking in the way he joked around.

“‘Cause this shit will have you laid back on that ass the same way you had me on your couch.” Ony chuckled as he watched her burst into a fit of laughter, the most relaxed she’d ever been around him, and the atmosphere was only getting less and less tense. “Here, you got papers?” He asked, handing the bag for her to inspect some more.

“I don’t know how to roll my own…” Her hands fumbled slightly as Milana tried not to sound pathetic, but at twenty-two she should probably know how to roll her own blunt. Or change a tire, or file taxes; maybe she should start with those first.

“Don’t sweat it, Ma. I got backwoods, but you’ve probably never smoked with ‘em before. I got some good ass flavors though.” Obviously coming prepared, he pulled out a packet of the cigar leaves, the purple package reflective under the light as she read the words, ‘Honey Bourbon’, written all over it. “We got to head out to make it before it gets hella dark, so we’ll smoke on the way.”

After grabbing everything and locking up they left to head out, Ony’s hand falling to her back as he went behind her. The walk to his car was dizzying, feeling so stiff with the touch of a man on her. He lead her without having to say a word, and she almost felt like she could float away if she let herself go a bit more, scared of what would happen if she did. Sliding into his car to drive wherever they were supposed to be going, just taking the time to watch Ony as he moved.

Given his occupation, it was no wonder how experienced he was with handling the eighth he was carrying. Grinding it down easily, dusting it gradually into the leaf, thick fingers squeezing and rolling it between each other. Licking it off with a smooth glide of the tongue, their eyes meeting as he did, making her flush and look away. By the time she looked back he was done, the fat blunt sitting between his lips as he lit it, puffing out smoke that danced in the air, wrapping around their heads in grey streaks.

He leaned his head back, letting it glide out then sucking it back in to blow a ghost, shifting slightly to look at her as he passed it. She took it, knowing it'd at least ease her up some more, generously taking it down her lungs until she pulled back coughing after her uncoordinated breath. “Don't smoke much?” Ony laughed at how her eyes narrowed, he knew that already, just was teasing.

“I’ve never had any this strong.” Milana admitted, taking a much smaller puff before handing it back. The effects hitting her almost immediately, eyes going lax and lips pressing together as she felt a rush of euphoria. Ony had to admire how sexy she looked like that, her lashes hanging lower in a sensual cateye. Driving was his only distraction, trying not to turn and glance at her every five seconds, but he was failing that miserably. She wasn't doing much better, the high making it just that more obvious so she faced the window instead, watching the beach waves in his music filled car driving down the highway. Thirty minutes of the most torturous drive for either of them, only wanting to jump each other's bones and forget the formalities.

They were looking forward to this though, especially with the way Ony was so proud of himself once he saw her reaction. Pulling in she could see all the bright shining lights, hues of blue, red, and yellow everywhere in the cartoonish displays. The rides flashing at her as people screamed with joy in every direction, and soon as she stepped out of the car with his help, she could smell popcorn and funnel cake in the air. “The fair?” Her face was just lit up, and it had him pausing as he took it all in. That face was going to be the end of him, because he knew already that he'd go to the ends of the Earth just to see her look at him like that.

“Today’s the last day it’s in town. Knew I had to take you.” Ony took her by the hand as they walked around, getting through the entrance to take in every exciting sight and decide what they wanted to do first. He left it in her hands, indifferent to it all as he just wanted to let her have all the fun she wanted, happily trailing a step behind as she pulled him by the hand. Milana turned to look at him every step of the way, scanning his face to see if anything caught his eye.

They stopped at the ticket counter first, Ony reaching into his pocket for a thick wad of cash inside, neatly folded bills that he grabbed and pulled apart. Counting each one silently in her head, she tried to ignore the mixed feeling of guilt and gratitude, but that was easy given how desirable he looked while being so gracious. She briefly wondered if she should be scared about them getting robbed, but when she took into account how strong he looked, there wasn't too much to be afraid of. His eyes lazy as he hid the rest in his pocket, passing the woman the cash as he asked her, “Where you want to go first, Mama?”

“I don't know… I think I want to do some games, but I’m scared we won’t win.” Milana looked down at the string of red tickets the woman gave her, all bunched together in her hands. “Maybe this one?” She stopped at the booth right in front of them, a fish pond game where they'd at least get a prize judging by how easy it looked. Even the little kids around it were doing well, but Ony only gave a noncommittal hum as he continued looking around, his arm coming to wrap around her shoulders from behind, stepping so close that her stomach clenched in anticipation.

“What about that one?” He turned them to face a little further down, another game table there with giant prizes hanging all at the top. She let him maneuver them towards it, a little unsure once they got closer. It was a BB gun challenge, having to shoot down the targets from a far distance away.

“Are you sure?” Milana looked up at him, holding onto their tickets skeptically. She didn't want to be wasteful, Ony already paid a bunch of money for them to be able to get inside and use the tokens for rides and such. Ultimately, it didn't matter though, not with the way he was seemingly so flippant about it, taking some from her hands to pass to the worker there waiting on them.

“Don’t sweat it, Ma. Have some faith in me.” He was confident, if not a little cocky as he picked up the rifle, resting it in his hands as he focused his sights on aiming it correctly. His feet shoulder with apart, thick finger on the trigger with one eye closed, not moving or even taking a breath.

*bang*

Maybe it was how high she was, but the first shot came out of nowhere, making her jump when she heard the pellet make contact with the painted wood, hitting the small red dot in the middle.

*bang*

*bang*

The last two were quicker, but still made her eyes widen in awe at how fast he’d done that, moving one by one down the line until all three had holes in the center. She didn’t even think a minute had passed by before he was done, sliding the gun down and handing it back to the guy at the stand.

“What did we win?” Ony asked, turning to Milana as the man pointed out the stuffed animals hanging at the top of the booth, giant, almost as tall as her, and all so pretty. Immediately, she narrowed in on a big brown bear, with dark fur and sparkly chestnut eyes. She pointed meekly to it, arms stretched open to let the cuddly animal fall into them as it was passed to her. “You like it?”

Nodding, all smiley as her nails raked through its fur, she couldn’t express how grateful she was, carrying it around as they went down the rows of attractions. Playing games, sharing the biggest plate of funnel cake she’d ever seen, and laughing when Ony got powdered sugar all over his nose, willingly letting her dust it off with her soft hands. He ended up carrying her bear as they made their way to their last ride, the Ferris wheel, helping her step up into the seat as it rocked slightly back and forth.

“Is this safe?” Milana’s eyebrow raised slightly as she sat down, looking around at all the other swinging chairs. It was his idea to go after he told her he’s never been on one before, but now it looked a bit too scary for her.

“Ain’t nothing gonna happen.” He was gruff about it, setting up her bear in the seat so it wouldn’t fall before sliding in the middle, throwing an arm on the back of her chair to wrap around her shoulders. As soon as their door closed the employee pulled the lever to let the ride start, her breath hitching in her chest as it moved mechanically.

“Are you just not afraid of anything?” She asked, not knowing if it was rhetorical or not as the wheel began turning, slowly bringing them higher and higher. She could only stare down at her toes as they got further from the ground.

“What’s there to be afraid of?” Playfully, he rocked her by her shoulders to pull her away from fearfully looking at the floor. Getting her attention to focus on him instead, he figured getting her talking would get her to stop gripping the railing with white knuckles.

“Well for starters, how high up we are.” Her deadpan expression made him chuckle, laying back cool as could be once the ride stopped them at the very top, the world looking much prettier when you could see all the glowing lights in the distance.

“How can I be scared right now?” Ony truly was content, a man who had nothing to fear, only things to desire. Not for more things like money or a new car, he already had all that. He’s craving for something real, someone to share his life with, even someone who he could lean on too.

“I’m always scared,” Her voice was shaky as she tried to close her eyes and relax, vulnerable as she poured her heart out, getting it off her chest. “I think it’s just easier when you’re around though.” Their hands interlocking, his squeezing hers reassuringly at her admission. Just sitting for a second to look at the city from so high up, the breeze flying in their faces making her nose cold.

“Y’don’t have to be scared. I’ll be here, no matter what.” How could he not, stuck in a trance from her beautiful face. Bouncing between her round eyes, fluttering lashes covering the brown, then sliding to her cute button nose, and full pink lips. Committing each detail to memory, counting each beauty mark as her hair blew back in the wind.

“No matter what?” He nodded with determination, no empty promise in sight when they were at the top of the Ferris wheel, just the two of them together and their unwavering bond. “Just… promise me. Promise that you’ll tell me if it’s too much. If I’m too much.” She asked him, fear lacing her tone, afraid to be the one to ruin this for herself, to ruin them already. He didn’t give her the chance to allow the thought to take over, ducking his face down as he slid closer.

“You’ll never be too much. Just right to me.” He whispered, just to her, leaning over to kiss her, cupping the side of her face to keep them close as he groaned from her eagerness to kiss him back. This is what he’d been missing, his mouth moving with hers in sync, allowing those walls to come crumbling down. Hungry for it, craving the affection that being with one another provided, so caught up in their intimate moment to notice that the ride was descending until they were almost to the bottom.

Milana pulled away first, blinking up at him with her shy little smile as Ony’s fingers danced across her cheek, allowing him to lean down and press one last kiss to her lips before they stepped off. Holding each other as they walked back to his car, her head resting on his shoulder the entire way as he led them back to his car, both unable to stop laughing from how much fun they had just being together the entire weekend. She couldn’t even stare at anything else besides him the entire way, going down the highway at night but Ony still managed to shine brighter than the moon beaming down at them. His handsomeness was distracting enough, but getting to know him personally, in a way that most people don’t, was the icing on the cake in her eyes.

They just couldn’t let each other go, she was practically tripping over her feet trying to pull him by his heavy arm. Ony trailing behind, enjoying her more assertive side as she got him to come into her apartment rather easily. To be honest, she could’ve asked him anything and he would’ve done it in a heartbeat right now, too happy making this night perfect for her. The lights dim as they flopped down onto her couch, still reeling from all the excitement. “I can’t believe we just went on a date.” She sighed happily, tossing off her sandals as she faced him, seeing how he couldn’t seem to take his eyes off of her.

“Really? Thought it was only a matter of time.” He didn’t like feeling far away from her, hand itching to reach out, his willpower getting lower and lower. Grabbing her by the waist, an abundance of giggles rained out as she wiggled in his arms until he settled her down on his leg again, just like he’d done at the club.

They took a moment to take each other in, Milana shifting to sling her other leg over his body, unintentionally sitting flush on his thigh, but too wrapped up in how good it felt being close to him to notice. Shifting up to lean in, he cupped the side of her face, tender as he pulled her in to kiss her, a quick peck that had her slowly melting into him. Her hips moving to get closer until an unfamiliar feeling shot through her, making her go stiff in his hands. “What’s wrong?”

She didn’t know at first, mind still trying to register the arousal that she felt pooling deep within, hands falling onto his shoulders as she unsurely ground down again. Call it virgin curiosity, but she couldn’t stop exploring after her first taste of pleasure. Her head spinning with confusing sensations, the heaviness of passion weighing her down to roll back and forth on his thigh another time until her eyes shifted up and saw his expression. Blank with disbelief, mouth agape as he watched her move, kick starting her into stopping her movement to explain herself.

“Sorry! I’m so sorry-I don’t-” Ony snatched her up in an instant, grabbing her by the hips to pull her into riding his thigh again. She never expected that, hands staying up in the air out of pure shock before he pulled them down, urging her to touch him back. Milana did so as she whimpered, trying to keep up with the way he was moving her.

“I tried.” He grunted, his body working with fervor as he helped her grind, eyes shut tight as he felt himself quickly hardening, his thigh tensing underneath her. “I really fucking tried, but I need you.” Big and burly arms locked tightly around her as he breathed her in, mind going fuzzy as he tuned out entirely, letting his actions speak for him. Adrenaline was pumping through them, hands gripping at each other, desperate to touch, feel, see everything they could. Everywhere her fingers grazed left him yearning for more, the realization that he’d been craving for this his entire life felt like cold water splashing over his heated skin. Too used to floating in and out of people’s lives to get the touch that he needed, the touch that only she seemed to provide, practically thriving after starving for it.

“You’re alright, Mama.” He reassured, hands sliding under her dress, Milana was spooked at first by the touch, but was relaxed down by his calming strokes. They moved so easily, bunching up her dress until it rose around her hips to give him more access to her, kisses trailed along her collarbone to keep her from retreating into her head.

He began moving upward, skimming her throat as his mind went blank, the only thing he could tangibly string together was her name over and over in his mind. Her hair, her voice, her scent, it made him feel dizzy just thinking about it, a burning feeling of greed taking over any rational thought. He needed her badly, running hot as he finally made it to her face, opening his eyes to meet hers as he pressed forward, taking her by surprise as he lowered her down slow into his lap, feeling her nearly bare skin meet his jeans.

Her mouth dropped open in the neediest moan he’d ever heard, long and whiney, eyes rolling to the back of her head as they closed. The expression was just too good, making his dick jump as he sat up, clutching her hips desperately. “Fuck, Milana.” He groaned out, slightly shifting to get her adjusted, quickly needing her to feel him too. “Don’t do that shit, Baby. Gonna stop my fucking heart.”

She couldn’t say anything, too busy trying to stop herself from shaking as Ony began moving her up and down his groin over his pants. Rocking her hips faster, steadier, with so much effort she almost thought they were actually having sex. The image made her knees try to close together, his hands shifting to grip under her thighs, forcing them open as he grunted curses in her ear.

Milana couldn’t stop herself from moving, like she was lit with fire for the first time, throwing her arms around Ony’s neck to clutch him closer. “Need me, Mama, don’t you?” Nodding and unable to hide small moans from escaping her, their lips met again, noisy and echoing around the room. She was so damp, Ony was starting to see her show up on his jeans, having to look away before he embarrassed himself in front of this girl.

“Fuck,” He cursed when her nails ran down the nape of his neck, his hips lifting off the couch to put force behind the thrusts he was giving her. Ony’s hands curving down to grip her ass, hissing as her clit caught perfectly over his bulge, pulling her all the way up, up, up, then back down until she felt like she was fraying at the seams. “Stay with me, Baby.” He urged, but her mind was too cloudy to sense that unfamiliar feeling at first, too busy asking the Lord to forgive her for praying to lose her virginity after a first date. Thoughts turning to mush before they could form and soon she found herself stuck in the feeling that she was going to burst.

Then her stomach wound tighter, eyes snapping open in panic as she felt a mix of emotions, wanting to go faster and run away from the feeling all at once. Tingles crawled up her body from her toes, moving with vigor to heighten the pressure as it all rushed to her head. Her hips trying to jump away from his, squealing as she tried to stop her impending orgasm before it made her lose control, hands pressing into his chest to push away.

“Gonna cum, Mama?” Calling Milana back as he forced her to sit flush down on him again. He was asking like he already knew that, and when she tried looking at him through teary eyes she was taken aback at the hungry glint in them. “Yeah, gonna make a fucking mess. Let that shit happen, ‘want you to soak my face after.”

Milana’s mouth dropped open, whining out as she clutched onto him, thrown headfirst into an orgasm she never expected. It felt like free falling right into his waiting arms, where he could bring her more pleasure than she ever thought possible, without even having to touch her. His kisses trailed from her jaw down her neck, toes curling and eyes watering in bliss as she tried to catch her breath. He let her settle slightly, then flipped them both over to lay her on the couch. Her head lying on the armrest as Milana looked at her ceiling, body sagging into the cushions while Ony took her legs and threw them over his shoulders.

“Damn, that was good, Baby. So fucking good. Gonna have you do that on my mouth then around me next, Mama.” He rambled out, planting long appreciative kisses over her inner thighs, getting closer and closer to her covered pussy. His head dipping down to press his lips right against her, surprised at how she shrieked and pushed herself up slightly to see him, eyebrow raising as he stopped to make sure she was alright. To be fair, she didn’t expect them to still keep going, not with how worn out she felt either.

“Uhh… Ony… think I should-probably should tell you some-something…” Her chest was still rising and falling rapidly, whole body thrown off kilter in a sensitive state that had her scrambling while trying to find her bearings. He nodded for her to continue, rubbing circles into her skin when he saw how she was still coming down into reality, thinking she was just a bit delicate in the moment. “I just never- that was my first time so-”

“What?” Ony practically threw himself off of her, legs falling off his body as he moved to sit across from her, a rush of indecipherable emotions written all over him. The sudden loss of touch made her feel a lot more hurt than he intended, but he was honestly so blindsided by her confession that he thought his heart stopped. “Are you saying that you're…” God, it all made sense now, why she was so nervous all the time, shying away from any hint of intimacy, why didn't he see it sooner? “Fuck, Milana.”

His head dropped into his hands, groaning out in an unmistakable tone of frustration as he sobered up, her stomach twisting in a not-so-pleasurable way after that. Once again, her big mouth strikes again, opening it just when things were going so well. Why did she have to stop him, why did that knawing feeling in the back of her mind have to tell her that they might've been moving too fast? Her face dropping with so much disappointment as she tried not to get weepy. “I’m sorry…” Voice tinged with pain as a hand rubbed at the corner of her eyes.

Ony didn't miss the way she sounded, head picking up to jump into action, pulling her back into him, tucked in his side. “Shit-No, Baby. I'm not upset with you. I'm mad at my damn self, should've known better than to be trying to push all up on you like that.” He explained, trying to blanket her with as much comfort as he could, hand a bit frantic as it moved up and down her back. “Fuck, shouldn’t have done that, it wasn't right. I just don't want to take advantage of you, Mama.”

His mind was rushed with guilt, feeling like he just pushed her too hard and definitely way too fast. A bad feeling erupting inside, thinking that he'd been too selfish in the moment, using his second head instead of the one resting on his shoulders. “Don't say that.” She mumbled, her sniffling getting quieter as she saw how upset he was. “I wanted to do that with you, I just didn't think you'd even like me.”

“What?” After all that he thought she'd at least realize he liked her little stubborn behind. “Of course I fucking like you. I don't take girls out and shit, did that ‘cause I want you to be mine.” He admitted it so truthfully, that it shocked her to the core, the revelation swaddling her in the tenderness of his words.

“Really?” Milana felt it, she really did this time. Her eyes were getting watery all over again as it came over her in waves, feeling just as good as his touch was.

“Yes, Milana. I really want you.” Ony felt a rush of relief, his body sagging down to lean against hers too, just needing to hold her for a while. They laid down together, arms wrapping around to hold each other with soothing light touches, side by side facing each other on her little sofa. Her hands sliding to cup his face as he buried his face in her neck, practically laying on top of him to make room, but it was the most comfortable she’d ever been. They would have a lot to talk about soon; her fears, his tough shell, their shared desires, but both were certain that together, it’d be alright.

Hello Everyone! Thank you for being so patient and for supporting my story! I can't believe Milana and Ony already had their first date! It only gets better from here for them, so keep tuning in to read! xoxo - Bow 🎀

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