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ace-of-clubs-and-diamonds · 3 years ago

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Slasher OC: Roxanne Love

(Edit: I had to go back and change some things because a few important details have been altered, further developed, or added in the process of writing Waking Nightmares.)

Name: Roxanne Love

Nicknames/Aliases: Roxy (preferred), Rox, Ra-Ra (by her sister only)

Gender: Female, she/her

Age/Date of birth: 29 years; March 17, 1993 (story takes place in 2022)

Family: Stephen Love, father; Neetu Love, mother; Ami Love, younger sister

Occupation: Nurse practitioner

Appearance: Hair is naturally black, but dyes it a deep magenta color – very wavy, kept around chin-length. Dark brown eyes, wears round glasses. Half-Indian. Strong, toned build, 5’7” but sometimes appears taller due to the kinds of boots she’ll wear. Has a strongly punk style. Almost always wears a nose ring.

Backstory Info:

Content warnings: domestic abuse, violence, and murder

Roxy was always “that weird kid��. A little too quiet, a little too bookish, kept to herself a little too much. Had a stare that was way too piercing for comfort. A little too bossy. Other kids generally avoided her, so she never really had any friends outside of her family – which is probably one of the reasons she grew so close to her younger sister Ami. She was the only other kid who wanted to be around Roxy, and even as children, this meant to world to her. The two became practically joined at the hip, with Ami the sweet social butterfly and Roxy her quiet, fiercely protective bodyguard. This allowed Ami to get Roxy to interact with others more, and it also let Roxy ward off anyone she didn’t want around Ami, anyone who she deemed shifty or bad news.

Roxy’s relationship with her parents, though, wasn’t nearly as close or easy as her relationship with Ami. Roxy’s headstrong mother Neetu had a very specific future in mind for her daughters – a respectable, self-reliant future. Unfortunately, Roxy didn’t quite fit her mother’s image of “respectable”, what with the fishnet and leather and all-black and dyed hair and… all of it, really. Not to mention how she frequently ended up in school fights, sometimes in Ami’s name. Neetu was… not pleased. The two clashed a lot, and Roxy developed a lot of feelings of resentment. She felt like Neetu was trying to take control of her life and push her into a little box, and control was not something Roxy easily gave up. And her father Stephen, though he tried to stay uninvolved, grew to be the object of Roxy’s resentment as well for not doing anything about it.

The strain in the relationship with her parents just pushed Roxy closer to Ami. Both because she felt like Ami was the only one there for her… and because their mother disapproved Ami’s actions, as well. Though for an entirely different reason.

Ami quite enjoyed dating around. Each high school semester, she seemed to have a different boyfriend. They were all the same kind of guy – attractive jocks who talked the talk and pretended they could walk the walk. Roxy didn’t like any of them, but she wanted to support Ami and subtly say, “fuck you” to their mother. Plus, they were all dumb and horny, but relatively harmless and decent people. So Roxy gave them a pass.

But this changed with college. Roxy worked towards a nursing degree in college, became extremely busy, and grew just a little more distant from her highschooler younger sister. She suddenly found that she couldn’t be at Ami’s side, protecting her at all costs and helping to keep things under control. Ami ending up in the same college a couple years later didn’t really help. If anything, it made both their schedules even busier. Almost all of Roxy’s spare time was devoted to her studies… although she did actually befriend a fellow student named Melanie Hughes, in part due to their shared passion for writing. And really, she was Roxy’s first major friend outside of Ami. The two grew close, and after college they started to date.

Ami, on the other hand… well, she still dated around a lot. But without Roxy around to be her annoyingly persistent but dedicatedly intimidating bodyguard, there wasn’t a lot to keep Ami from falling in with a… certain type of crowd. The bad boys, if you will. And not the smarmy-but-cute TV-friendly ones, either. Ami, being the sweet, flirty, people-pleasing girl she is, the kind of girl who’s far too willing to trust and far too willing to see the best in others… she was, unfortunately, quite easy to string along.

In the years after college, Ami got in a relationship with a particular guy, and this relationship lasted much longer than the others. She was obviously extremely enamored by her current boyfriend, and it was easy to see why. Chris Bayer was friendly, boisterous, and effortlessly charming with an easy grin and a joking attitude.

But.

Roxy never liked him. Something about the way he would so quickly dismiss Ami and her opinions. The way he would, “well actually” almost constantly. The way he always expected her to make time for him while never taking time for her. The temper. And it obviously had an impact on Ami. She slowly became less happy, less energetic, less… free. Roxy didn’t really have a good view into their private life, but really, if this was how he acted in public… then how much worse was it in private?

Roxy began to feel as though she shouldn’t have let her relationship with Ami weaken. Chris held so much control over Ami and her life – and by extension, her relationship with her family.

At one point, Roxy would tried to suggest to Ami that maybe… maybe Chris wasn’t “the one”. Maybe they just didn’t click. Maybe she should date someone else. Ami was vehemently opposed to this and insisted that Roxy didn’t know him like she did. Ami insisted that she loved Chris and he loved her and that Roxy had no right to try and control her life and her choices. Roxy… didn’t quite know how to respond to this. Because it’s not like she could control Ami, even if she hated Chris. So she just… left Ami alone. And tried to trust her. And let her have control.

After their semi-falling out, things went on as usual for a little while.

Until one night Ami appeared on Roxy’s doorstep, car messily parked on the driveway, eyes welling with tears, and a bruise blossoming across her cheek. Roxy immediately ushered her in, and she and Mel, horrified, asked what the hell had happened. Ami tearfully told them that she and Chris had been arguing. And he’d lashed out. “Just the once!” But once was enough. More than enough.

Roxy and Mel patched Ami up and let her stay in the spare bedroom for the night. And as many nights as she needed, after that. And Ami did stay for a good while. But Roxy held her through that first night, stroking her hair and whispering sweet words to her and telling her it wasn’t her fault, it was okay, everything was going to be okay, her big sister would protect her no matter what. She didn’t have anything to be afraid of now.

Except… things weren’t okay, were they? Ami’s boyfriend, her partner and lover and the person she should be able to trust, had proven himself – unquestionably – to be a threat to her safety.

And Roxy had known it. But she hadn’t done anything about it. She’d let the situation happen, had let things slip out of control, and she’d failed to protect one of few people she was close to. Her own sister of all people.

The guilt ate at Roxy. So did the anger.

Mel told Roxy that first night, after Ami had fallen asleep in Roxy’s spare bedroom, not to do anything rash. Don’t start a fight you can’t finish. Don’t do anything stupid.

So Roxy didn’t.

Instead, she started a fight she could finish.

About a week after Ami had come to Roxy and Mel, Chris Bayer was found dead in his house. Multiple stab wounds to the chest and throat, as well as elsewhere, with his throat viciously slashed open and his body bruised. Obviously foul play – obviously murder. But the police never figured out who.

Roxy, though slightly in disbelief over not only what she’d done, but in disbelief over actually getting away with it, finds herself without an ounce of regret. She’d done it. She’d gotten away with it. She’d given that asshole exactly what he’d deserved. She’d taken ultimate control, control of his life, and taken it away from him. And now, she had her own little world back under control. Everything was okay now. Everything would heal.

Except… that’s not what happened.

Yes, she’d killed Chris. Yes, she’d gotten away with it. And yes, things got objectively better. But she didn’t have nearly as much control over things as she thought she did.

Mel had known instantly what had happened. When Roxy had crawled back into the house in the middle of the night, clothes torn and stained with blood, Mel had been waiting for her. And as soon as she saw the blood, she’d known. She’d helped clean Roxy up, provided her with an alibi, and Roxy had thought they were in this together. And they were… until they weren’t. Mel broke up with Roxy not long afterwards and said they were “better off as friends” and insisted it wasn’t because of what had happened. But the timing said otherwise. The two did indeed remain friends, but their relationship was strained.

And it wasn’t just Mel – Ami distanced herself from Roxy, too. She decided to go back to college and study something different, to pay her way through it and pursue that future Neetu had wanted for her. And Roxy was happy for Ami… but with how busy Ami became and how she seemed to avoid and outright reject Roxy…

Roxy hadn’t gained control of her little world again. If anything, she’d lost control completely. And now… now what?

In the following year, Roxy largely kept to herself, since the people she was closest to had distanced themselves from her. During this time, she leaned heavily into her work as a nurse and cultivated her writing hobby. She hopes to one day get her stories published…

Major Traits:

Easy-going but distrusting: To the casual observer, Roxy very much gives off the “aloof and unbothered” vibe. This, combined with her sharp punk style, tends to send people scurrying the other way, especially in the little nowhere town of Jasper, Ohio. But if you were to step up to her and make conversation, Roxy’s actually fairly friendly. She’s easy to talk to and good at lulling people into a sense of comfort and safety – skills gained from years of being a nurse. Don’t mistake her friendliness for trust, though. Roxy tends to keep people at arm’s length, likely as a defense mechanism formed from too many rejections from the people she has trusted.

Hotheaded: That being said, Roxy’s general chill attitude isn’t a constant. If someone pisses her off even once, she will hold onto that. She doesn’t hide her anger or wait until later to vent – she’ll step up to you with a biting, smartass comment and be an absolute bitch to your face. Sometimes, if she’s angry enough or the situation calls for it, she’ll get physical. This has caused her quite a few problems in the past – she’s no stranger to drunken bar brawls, bloody knuckles, and the occasional overnight jail visit until someone (oftentimes Mel) pays the bail. Roxy will sometimes even seek out brawls as a way to cope with frustration and anger. She considers it less damaging than smoking or drinking.

Loyal and protective: Roxy can show an alarming lack of concern for the safety and well-being of others, as displayed by her tendency to seek out fights. But this isn’t true regarding the people she does care about. She’s slow to trust, but once she does, she trusts deeply and is unwaveringly loyal. She can be protective in a way that’s ruthless and would absolutely sell her soul for the sake of those she loves.

Insecure and controlling: Which is probably why she takes rejection so damn personally. Roxy doesn’t care if some rando thinks she’s weird and avoids her because she’s wearing a dog collar. But if someone she deeply loves rejects her because they’ve seen a part of her they don’t like? Her entire little world will shatter. This, paired with her general desire for control, makes her feel as though she has to control everything. Because when she loses control, bad things happen, and people end up rejecting her. But if someone were to accept her as she is, fully and completely, with all the ugly parts of who she is… maybe then she wouldn’t need to be in control.

Other Notes:

Likes: Cats, music, movie nights, sharp objects, calligraphy pens, physical affection, little cafes and odd shops

Dislikes: Surprises, not being in control of a situation, general assholes, cops, horror movies (especially slashers), smoking, losing her glasses

Hobbies: Writing, working out, going on walks around the neighborhood or the city, watching classic movies and daytime trash, visiting cafes, picking fights in bars

Roxy owns a sweet pet kitty named Houdini – he’s a fluffy, pudgy white Siberian. He likes food, naps, patches of sunlight, sneaking into all the places he isn’t supposed to be, getting the zoomies at 1 a.m. every night, and kisses on the forehead.

Do not ever call Roxy “Anne” as a nickname unless you want to get into a verbal fistfight.

Roxy is nearsighted

Although she absolutely despises smoking because of what it does to your lungs, there are times where Roxy will grab a cigarette and light up. She only does it once in a blue moon, usually when shit hits the fan and she’s struggling to handle it. It’s both hypocritical and paradoxical, and Roxy realizes that… which is why she only rarely indulges herself.

Pansexual

Dom-leaning switch, but would sub for the right person. Into a whole variety of kinks, including but not limited to cumplay, painplay and sadomasochism, edging, denial, rough sex, dirty talk, marking, bondage, hair pulling, and exhibitionism/public play. Also into knifeplay and bloodplay, but doesn’t realize that until later.

#oc #oc roxanne love #ace writes #ace's scribbles

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kumewa · 7 years ago

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#rox brown #style #fashion #black girls #vfiles #louis vuitton #lv

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beaniebabs · 3 years ago

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hii bestie tell me abt elijah rn or i will kill u 💖💖 i dont rly know much abt him aside from what bestie rox has posted so yeah🥺🤲

omg hai bestie!!! the mortifying ordeal of being known 💖💖💖 KABDNANDNSN

ok so!!! eli. there are two “main” versions of him, being the 80’s universe and the modern AU. idk which one you want but i’ll start w the 80’s for this ask since it’s actually canon n maybe do modern stuff if i feel like it <3

to begin with, his most important character trait (/j): he’s fuckin’ stupid!!!!! not in a himbo way because he’s mean and rude, but he IS very dumb, and not just because he isn’t well-educated. he “dropped out” when he was 15 (aka he just ran away after killing his dad and never went back to school <3) but even if he’d finished school he’d still be dumb as dirt. he’s the type to think chocolate milk comes from brown cows.

so!!!! i gotta say this just in case: in the 80s, eli was born as “john robinson,” the same as jack was, because they’re genetically the same person but from different timelines/AUs. in the modern AU they’re twins, but in the 80’s they’re. the same, with basically identical backstories. but they have very different personalities and killed some different people <3 (aka eli killed LESS people. sad 4 him.)

elijah fucking LOVES sweets. he’s very bitter and angry but deep down he’s just a scared child, and by far the easiest way to tell this is by watching him eat or giving him treats. he almost exclusively eats sweets and sweet food because he doesn’t wanna eat anything else, which sucks for hannah (his big sis that he lives with well into his 30’s) because she has to take care of him AND her own child, so yeah, she’s miserable but it’s okay! he likes yummy candy <3. he is especially a huge fan of chocolate; regular chocolates, chocolate milk- just anything with sweet chocolate in it. he’s genuinely obsessed. if you wanna get on his good side (which isn’t necessary at all, he’s mostly just an annoyance when he’s not murderous) you can do it with sweets.

if there’s one thing that can compete with his love of sweets it’s his love of cars. he’s OBSESSED. when he was about 15/16, he started working as a mechanic, and it was basically his dream job. as a kid he’d always play with any car toys he’d occasionally get, and his love of cars never really stopped. he thinks they’re really neat and loves working on them. funnily enough, i can see him either being scared of driving or just not having a license of his own, so it doesn’t matter! he either can’t or won’t drive <3 (also: yes, he’d absolutely love nascar and hotwheels forever.)

uhm also <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 he probably isn’t too fluent in the 80’s, but in the modern au he’s actively learning vietnamese thru his momma!!! (he’s half-vietnamese y’all <3) he’s doing a great job and i’m proud of him (:

hi i just keep remembering shit about him lol. SO!!!!!!!!!! in high school in the modern au, he was “emo” as FUCK. his hair’s already black so he didn’t really have to do much with that, but he exclusively dressed in all black and wore eyeliner and MASSIVE boots (like demonias) to make him even taller. keep in mind that at his tallest he’s already 6’5”. also, this isn’t a drag at people who like the emo style or anything, i think it can be really cool- he just did it because he wanted to look scary and angsty and he is now extremely embarrassed by his past self. i think it’s funny idk 😔 <3

OH OH OH OH OH AND !!!! this is probably the end because i don’t know what else to put because my brain is mush but!!!! his birthday is february 14, aka valentine’s day. i don’t know if it’ll forever be canon, but it’s fucking hilarious to me. he’s alone on his birthday AND valentine’s day in one!!!!!!!!!!! <3 AKDNMAND

but yeah basically i love him a lot he’s probby my favorite character of mine even though i know i didn’t do him any justice w the way i described him n probably made him seem rlly boring AKHFKAHD. okay bye bestie i’ll probby post more abt him if i remember random trivia <3

#oc #my oc #elijah #ask #bnuuy tag #long post #ask to tag #idk how to tag posts but yeah <3 #sry for taking so long bestie omg <3 #food mention

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pastelbatfandoms · 4 years ago

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Third time's the charm

A/N: Takes place after Karl Anderson and Luke Gallows quit WWE and AJ becomes a “Face” again. Once he’s no longer a jerk,My OC Roxy finds herself falling again for The Phenomenal One and they discuss their future together in and out of the ring...

Warnings: Smut,Daddy Kink (because it’s AJ Styles),Fluff.

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Roxy had come back to WWE after months of being away at AEW,appearing first at Extreme Rules,then Raw and finally Smackdown. Only to learn since the virus had happened the WWE had let go of some of their Wrestlers like Sarah Logan,Heath Slater and even Shane Mcmahon who had lost an IQuit match to Kevin Owens. Shane had left without telling her,no phone call,nothing,she had to hear it from Stephanie. Though it was honestly something she should have been used to,Roxy was sad and disappointed,she had thought this time would be different. But apparently he was still upset at her for leaving for AEW with Moxley.

Roxy was trying to let it all sink in,as well as come to terms with the way things were run since the pandemic,so lost in thought she didn’t hear when AJ Styles sidled up to her in the hall,clearing his throat to get her attention.

“Hey Rox,you okay?” AJ Asked behind her.

Roxy jumped not having noticed he was there. “AJ! you surprised me,I didn’t see you there.” She exclaimed turning around to face him. “Um yeah I’m okay.” Roxy nodded,answering his question.

“Ya sure? You don’t look okay.” AJ replied giving her a searching look.

After a moment Roxy sighed,looking down. “So...no I’m not okay.” She admitted, letting her guard down around AJ had always been too easy. “It’s Shane. He left and I didn’t even know it.”

AJ gave a disgruntled look at the mention of Shane Mcmahon and shook his head. “Shane’s an ass,I don’t know why you keep going back to him,seems to me like he does this alot.”

“Yeah well I have a tendency to fall for the pretty boy assholes.” Roxy commented,eyeing AJ.

If AJ took offense to the comment he didn’t show it. Instead he just gave a sigh of his own,closing his eyes in self reproach. “Rox look I’m...I am sorry about being an ass to you when Gallows and Anderson were around.” The words seemed visibly hard for AJ to say but they were sincere. “I’m different now.” He finished,hands on his hips.

Roxy’s expression softened as she gave him a small smile. “I can see that. And I’m sorry they left,I know that no matter my feelings about them,they were your Best Friends.” She said sympathetically.

“Still are.” Replied AJ, “But yeah it is what it is. I don’t blame myself for them leaving,not anymore. But that’s not why I’m here,I came to check up on you.” AJ gestured towards Roxy,raising his eyebrows.

“That’s the only reason,just to check up on me.” Roxy smirked,stepping closer.

AJ gave a dark chuckle at that,looking back at her with a sly grin. “I may have had an ulterior motive...but if you don’t think I’m good for you then...” AJ trailed off but she could tell he was trying to bait her.

She took it. “ I didn’t say that. I mean if you really have changed then well third time's the charm right?” Roxy replied,slowly trailing a hand up AJ’s vested chest.

AJ just looked down at Roxy,watching her do it. “That it is.” AJ said licking his lips,he snaked a hand around her waist,giving Roxy a hooded look,lust burning behind his eyes,but also the beginning of something more.

“I also came to make you feel better,if you want me too that is.” AJ said coyly.

Biting her lip,Roxy answered by putting a hand through AJ’s soft brown locks and pulling him in for a searing kiss,as AJ gripped her hips,dipping her slightly.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” AJ murmured against her lips as they broke the kiss. “How about we get out of here Darlin’.” AJ suggested in that southern drawl of his,not that he needed to ask as Roxy grinned. “Lead the way Champ.” She replied referring to AJ being The Intercontinental Champion. As AJ gave her a cocky grin back.

Once they had gotten their things and headed out together,though not without some teasing by the other wrestlers (Guys & Girls),Roxy hopped into AJ’s truck as they drove to a hotel.

It took all AJ had not to pull over and take her in the bed of the truck,something Roxy was well aware of not just by AJ squeezing her thigh but also by the growing package in his jeans,made more evident by the fact he didn’t wear underwear.

They behaved all while checking in,even if AJ was a little handsy but as soon as the door to their room closed AJ was on top of her. Cupping her face with his hands as he gave her a deep kiss.

Not that Roxy was complaining,far from it. As she lowered her hands to cup his perfectly round ass. AJ gave a little sound of appreciation at that,as he smiled through there kiss. Backing Roxy into a wall and grinding against her.

“I have been missing this for so long.” AJ murmured between kisses.

Roxy closed her eyes and let out a small moan as AJ trailed kisses down her neck. Running his fingers down one side of her body. Which was all skin thanks to the crop top she wore. “Oh Daddy,I’ve missed you too.”

AJ let out a growl and gripped her harder. “Missed being your Daddy too.”

Roxy managed to gather herself enough to slowly move her hands from cupping his ass to cupping something much harder. “What about this?” Roxy asked giving him a mischievous look as AJ looked down at her.

AJ didn’t need to give his permission,it was pretty obvious,but he gave a nod anyway with a lascivious smirk,as he backed up,letting go of her,as Roxy made a show of slowly kneeling down,AJ shuddered as Roxy licked him through his jeans. “Damn babygirl don’t tease Daddy.”

Roxy let out a wide grin when AJ grabbed her by her hair,pulling her head back as he undid his jeans,letting his hard thick cock spring free. Seemed it wasn’t only AJ who had missed her.

Roxy licked her lips as AJ guided them down to his dick,his eyes never leaving her as he thrust into her mouth,they both let out moans of pleasure at the feeling,as AJ ground out. “Fuck I definitely missed this.” His head back,eyes closed now as he moved inside Roxy’s mouth,gripping the sides of her head now as she twirled her tongue around the length of him.

Roxy gripped AJ’s now naked hips,as he thrust into her,opening her mouth wider to accommodate even more of him as AJ deep throated her,slowly moving out with a groan.

“Goddamn Babygirl,I forgot how good you are. But we aint done and I can’t cum yet.” AJ said,as he lessened his grip on her but softly grabbed her chin when Roxy backed off his still hard cock now leaking with precum as he brought Roxy to look at him,AJ’s grip on her chin making her slowly rise up to her feet.

AJ kissed her softly,as they stared into each others eyes. “Shit I’ve always loved that look you get.” AJ said his own eyes lighting up.

“Like what?” Roxy asked her voice barely above a whisper. Though she very well knew Sub Space when it hit her.

“Like I’m the only one you need. Like you’ll do anything for me.” AJ replied his own voice low with lust. As he ran a hand through her hair, “Like you’ll let me do anything for you.” AJ continued,trailing that same hand slowly down one cheekbone and her across her lips,his other hand going to her wrists.

Roxy let herself be lead,as AJ slipped out of his pants and brought her over to the bed. AJ sat down first,letting her wrists go so he could pull his shirt off,Roxy stared at him in lust and awe,still in love with the way his big muscles rippled when he moved. As she stood in front of his now spread legs. “Turn around Sweetheart.” AJ’s voice though soft,held a commanding tone to it and Roxy knew Daddy Dom was fully out.

Roxy obeyed turning around shivering not from the cold but at AJ’s touch as AJ,still sitting,trailed a hand down Roxy’s back,the other resting on her thigh as he rubbed it. “Relax Daddy wants to take his time with you.” AJ told her softly,as he wrapped an arm around her middle,her back flush against his naked chest,he slowly dragged a hand up her short blue skirt.

Roxy gasped,her eyes rolling back,as AJ hooked a finger into the bottom of her underwear skillfully pulling it to the side as he stroked her.

“Jesus Baby you are soaked.” AJ said in excitement,as he ran is fingers over folds,caressing her slit. “Is this all for me?” AJ asked,placing small kisses on her back,though he damn well knew the answer.

“Yes Daddy.” Roxy murmerred,barely able to get the words out as the butterflies in her stomach intensified. Eyes still closed,Roxy felt AJ’s other hand on one of her shoulders and knew what he wanted as she went to her knees,still not facing him.

“Good girl.” AJ praised her,slipping two fingers inside her,his other hand caressing her breasts now,underneath her top. AJ knew she had gone braless.

Roxy bit her lip,stifling a moan when AJ rolled one of her nipples between his fingers.

AJ stilled inside her,pinching her nipple harshly. “Nah baby girl. I want to hear you.” AJ growled into her ear then resumed finger fucking her,faster this time and without mercy as she cried out and came,pulsing around his fingers.

AJ pulled his fingers out of her then,licking her juices off them. “Mmm still as good as a remember.” As he felt Roxy lean into him more he shored her up. “Uh uh Darlin’ we aint done yet.”

Roxy had forgot how much AJ could pull out of her but she was up for more,besides AJ hadn’t even cum yet,it would be unfair of her to stop now. AJ switched gears as a gently pushed her down onto the bed,her legs over the edge,as he slipped her shirt off.

Roxy followed him with her eyes as AJ licked down her breasts and then her stomach,as he whispered “Close your eyes.” Roxy did as she was told,reveling in the feeling of his hands roaming her body,then his head dipped lower as he said “I just want one taste.” With that Roxy felt AJ’s tongue dive into her pussy,”AJ!” Roxy cried out his name as he licked her slit all the way up,then stopped.

“What did you call me?” Asked AJ sternly.

Roxy let out a yelp when AJ harshly flicked her clit with his thumb and forefinger. “Daddy,I meant Daddy!” Roxy quickly corrected herself,cursing internally for her slip up.

“Damn right. You’ll remember that after I’m done with you.” AJ promised as he slowly licked the place he’d stung,soothing it,then stood up. “You ready for Big Daddy Darlin’?”

Not that he had to ask,Roxy nodded,licking her lips as AJ grabbed her by the legs and thrust into her,he used to go slow until he found out that hurt her more,Roxy let out a cry of pain and pleasure as AJ pulled almost completely out only to ram back into her,then put a hand around her throat as she trailed her hands over his tanned,lightly haired chest and broad arms.

AJ quickened his pace,still gripping Roxy’s neck as she wrapped her legs around his waist,his other hand gripping her thigh once again as he pounded into her.

AJ gritted his teeth,trying not to cum as he ground out. “My God you are so tight yet so wet Babygirl.”

Roxy’s eyes rolled back into her head and she gave a little smile at the dirty talk. Just before she started seeing spots behind her eyes,AJ let up on her throat,squeezing her breast instead.

“You liked that didn’t ya Baby?” AJ asked with a sadistic smile as Roxy nodded in response. “Well then how about this...” With that AJ pulled out and flipped Roxy over on her stomach. Then as he crossed Roxy’s ankles in front,without warning thrust back into her,Roxy gave out a loud moan at the different position and feeling it gave her,she always loved this one and AJ knew it.

But he was going to ask anyway. “Does that feel good?” When all he heard was a whimper in response,AJ swiftly gave her a smack on the ass. “Use your words,” AJ ordered, “Tell me how it feels Sweetheart.” AJ whispered in her ear,Roxy felt AJ’s soft hair against her skin,contrasting with his rough beard as he kissed her neck.

Not wanting a more severe spanking,Roxy managed to find her voice and her courage. “It feels so good Daddy,your cock is so hard and deep inside me.”

AJ let out a deep growl in appreciation at that. “Damn. you’re gonna make me cum just by saying that.” But still picked up the pace as he fucked her as hard as he could,trapping Roxy underneath him and wrapping his strong arms around her.

Roxy couldn’t move and she didn’t want to,shaking,as AJ hit her G Spot and Clit again and again,making her scream and cum in waves,AJ thrust deep inside her one last time,burying himself in her pussy as he came soon after with a loud strangled groan,Cursing.

AJ pulled out of her then,they were both breathing heavy as AJ rolled off her. “Damn Rox that was...” AJ didn’t have words as he blew a strand of sweaty hair away from his face,eyes wide.

Roxy let out a light laugh as she lay there,still on her stomach but turned her head to look over at AJ. “So Good.” Roxy finished for him as she touched the side of his face to give him a languid kiss.

AJ got up first to get them cleaned up,as Roxy,still in that lingering sex haze that was AJ Styles,let out a contented sigh. Roxy couldn’t believe she had almost forgotten how good he was.

Awhile later as they lay in bed,still naked,Roxy laying in AJ’s arms her head on his firm chest,one hand lazily rubbing it. “AJ?”

AJ looked down when she said his name. “Hmmm?” rubbing her arm.

Roxy took a breath,letting it out. AJ shifted slightly feeling like whatever she said was going to be important.

“I know when we first got together I told you I wanted to keep things light,no strings attached.”

“I remember.” AJ Replied,in slight disappointment at the memory.

“And I’m sorry I was such a bitch to you the last time we broke up.” She continued.

“Hey neither of us were Angels.” AJ reminded her.

“Right but...Roxy seemed to hesitate,nervous then spoke. “ I think the reason why I acted like that is because I was falling for you and I didn’t want to get hurt again. What I’m trying to say is I think I was and still am,in love with you.”

AJ stilled as her words sank in,then he moved,propping himself up on one elbow and looked down at Roxy.

If Roxy was scared that he wouldn’t feel the same she was quickly proven wrong as AJ gave her a wide smile. “Damn Girl,you know how long I’ve been waiting to hear you say that? “

Roxy smiled in relief as AJ put his forehead to hers softly saying. “I have been in love with you since I saw you again in WWE. I love you Darlin’.”

“I love you too AJ.” Roxy replied quietly back as they kissed, letting out a squeal when AJ rolled her over,pinning her beneath him. Now was definitely the time for a round two and possibly a round three...

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lonely-teddy-bear · 5 years ago

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The King’s Mate➳ h.s. au

word count: 2.04k

It’s here and its Harry’s point of view! I promise it’s not boring, you get to know a little of what goes on in his little pretty head. Hope you enjoy!

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Chapter Eight

*Harry's pov*

She doesn't want us. She never wanted us. Why wouldn't she just reject us instead of just leading us on? Why!

I rubbed my temples trying to reduce the headache I was getting from my wolf talking nonstop. He just can't stop talking for a minute so I could at least think, to at least say something.

You think she wanted someone else? Oh how I now want to kill that other boy.

My eyes widened at Rox's thought.

Rox stop. You better calm down before I calm you down. I hated talking to him. He was a control freak and so possessive of Valentina. I don't like it when he takes over part of my body because I know he would say something that will hurt her and the one to deal with the consequences will be me, not him.

Oh what are you going to do? Block me out? You can try but I'll push hard enough till I'm taking over your body and then maybe I will mark her and make her mine like we should have done the first night she slept in our home. I felt my hand turn into a fist and I just wanted to punch someone. He pisses me off. I hate how he just talks about her as if she was a possession, an item to just own. She was more than that, she was my mate, the one I will grow old with, the one I will have a family with. She was going to be queen and rule next to me. Now that I thought about that, I hadn't thought about the ceremony. The ceremony the king has to do to introduce his mate and the soon to be queen. Not only I had to deal with my wolf, Rox, but I had to deal with the ceremony and start planning it. I let out a sigh and leaned my head down on my hands. I was currently in my office, hiding from Valentina. I just didn't want to answer any questions she would have because I know she would have questions and I didn't want to be around her for the moment until my mind was clear and Rox was calm and wouldn't be able to do anything stupid.

Before I went to sleep I finished up some work that was left behind and made sure I had everything I would need to the meeting I had the next day.

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I came out of my bedroom fixing up the sleeves and the ring I had in my hand when I saw Valentina for the first time since last night before I hid in my office.

"Hey," I didn't say anything, I instead just stared at her. She had a wrist brace and when I saw it I looked away quickly knowing I was the reason she was in pain, hurt.

"Where were you last night?" she spoke in a whisper, as if she was scared to speak up. "You didn't have dinner and you weren't in your bedroom, so where were you?" I looked at her taken back.

"You came into my bedroom? For what?" She looked away and I could tell she was embarrassed.

"I wanted to sleep with you in you bed last night but you weren't there so I figured you must have been out or something," she shrugged her shoulders as if shrugging it off. I cocked my head to the side so I could see her face properly, "I slept in the office, I had to finish some work for today. Did you have trouble sleeping last night or something?" I couldn't think of another reason on why she would want to go sleep with me in my bedroom, i'm usually the one to go to her bedroom to sleep with her.

"My arm started hurting but I wanted to have you next to me," she finally looked up at me and looked at me up and down, presuming she was looking at my clothes and not just checking me out. "Going somewhere?" I looked down at my suit I was wearing for today's meeting, it was one of the suits that were meant to make me look like a king and make me look like I had all the power, sort of because the suit had prints on it. The suit was black but with gold prints on them, they seem to be faces, I liked wearing this types of suits but sometimes the servants would give me clothes that were too much but I had to wear them because they know how to style and I wasn't going to argue with them.

"I actually am. I have a meeting with all the alphas, from U.K and from America. I'll probably be out all day today so Christina will come over and take you over to Christian's place so you can spend the day with Kayla since she will also be alone all day." She gave me a nod and kept staring at me and my suit.

"Penny for your thoughts?" I gave her a small smile. She looked like she had a lot in mind and I really wanted to know what was going on in her mind all the time.

"You look good in that suit, but I thing you look better in casual clothes," by the look of her face I could tell she was blushing, she has this color on her face that made her look reddish but because of her skin tone it was hard to tell but her heart was saying she was in fact blushing.

"Well, I'll try to be as casual as I can be but since I am the king and the alpha, I have to wear decent clothing. You will soon be wearing non-casual clothing so don't get too comfortable with your clothes." I threw her a smirk and made my way down to my office to grab the papers I would need. I could hear Valentina following me but pretended as if I couldn't hear her.

"What you mean?"

I went inside my office and went around my desk to collect all the papers I would need for the meeting. Without looking at Valentina I answered her question, "well you will have to dress your part as a queen, you will have dresses bought and made just for you. You will have nice shoes to go with you dresses and," I looked up and gave her a smirk, "you will have different types of crowns for you to wear." She looked me as if I had grown two heads. Why was she not excited about this? Don't girls want to be dressed and be treated like a queen?

"You want me to change my wardrobe and the way I dress?" I places the papers I had in my hand back on the desk and leaned on my desk. "I don't want you to change, you will only wear dresses and your crown when we go out. Like me, I have this suit and many like this that have to be worn so I could be respected and be treated like the king that I am. I don't want you to change who you are, I would never to that. You just have to play the role, that's all and after that you can wear your sweatpants or jeans okay?" She stared at me for a moment, she just looked at me and didn't say anything until she sat down in front of my desk.

"Okay that's fine. Wait and don't you have to like crown me or something like that? You know in order for me to be queen?" And there's the question. I sat down on my chair behind the desk and rested my hands on the desk. I looked at her and cleared my throat before I started explaining to her about what was going to happen in order for her to become queen.

"Yes I do have to crown you. There will be a ceremony where alphas from other packs come and my pack joins as well. You will have a big dress made for you and you will have people helping you get ready. It is tradition so don't bother protesting this." I gave her a pointing look knowing she was about to say something about her being able to do it on her own.

" There's one thing you have to know about this ceremony, this day you become queen," I took a deep breath before speaking. "That day, the queen and king are supposed to sleep together." I stare at Valentina to see what she would say. She didn't say anything but stare.

"We already do that." I took a deep breath knowing I will have to explain.

"What I mean we have to sleep together. As in have sex. I have to mark you and mate with you. It's part of the ceremony, if we don't do it you won't be connected to me and my wolf, and you won't be connected to my pack. You won't be able to have control of the wolves if you aren't marked on that night." She had a shocked face and she looked like she wanted to get out of the room. I knew this would be too much and I didn't want to tell her all this today but she asked about the coronation and I had to be honest with her.

"Okay." I was taken back by her response. "Okay? What do you mean?"

She looked up to look at me in the eyes, " I mean okay as in I'm fine with it. At some point we have to mate right? And when will this ceremony be?" I cleared my throat after her mentioning about us sleeping together intimately.

"The coronation will be on the next full moon, which is in like two or three weeks. I actually have a meeting with alphas from UK and the rest of America in which we will talk about this. I will be discussing the date of the coronation and other things." I looked down at the folder in front of me, I looked at the watch I had in my wrist and saw I had to leave soon. Grabbing the folder I got up from my seat and looked at Valentina.

"Okay well Christina will come by and take you to spend the day with Kayla since Christian will be going with me. I'll be calling you throughout the day to check up on you okay?" She nodded before furrowing her brows in questioning, "how are you going to check on me when there's no signal here?" Oh right.

"Right, I'll go buy a phone and have people come add some lines in here so I can check up on you. Christina is able to communicate with me so if you need anything from outside of here just let her know and I'll bring it for you okay?"

"Wait your not going to be in here? You are going out as in like to my town?" I nodded at her and waited for her to continue talking. "Do you think you can go over to my dorm and collect my stuff? I have important stuff from back home and I would really want to have them with me." I nodded quickly, not even having to think about it.

"Anything for you. Would that be all or do you want something else? Anything you need from town?" She shook her head and stood up from her chair. I went around my desk and stood in front of her. I looked at her in her eyes, in her dark brown eyes, I placed my hand in her cheek and moved my thumb to feel her skin. To anyone she wouldn't seem perfect but to me she was all I needed and that's all that mattered to me. I didn't care that she had insecurities, I will love her along with all her flaws. Oh and how much I wanted to kiss her lips but I will wait until the night of the coronation. I just hope that day comes as fast as it can.

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*internally screaming* I don't know but I'm just falling in love with Harry more after I reread this chapter. Chapter 9 is already on the making 😌

*This is the outfit that he used in the chapter okay.

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brightbeautifulthings · 4 years ago

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MAYHEM BY ESTELLE LAURE BLOG TOUR & CHAPTER EXCERPT

The Lost Boys meets Wilder Girls in this supernatural feminist YA novel.

Available July 14th, 2020

It's 1987 and unfortunately it's not all Madonna and cherry lip balm. Mayhem Brayburn has always known there was something off about her and her mother, Roxy. Maybe it has to do with Roxy's constant physical pain, or maybe with Mayhem's own irresistible pull to water. Either way, she knows they aren't like everyone else.

But when May's stepfather finally goes too far, Roxy and Mayhem flee to Santa Maria, California, the coastal beach town that holds the answers to all of Mayhem's questions about who her mother is, her estranged family, and the mysteries of her own self. There she meets the kids who live with her aunt, and it opens the door to the magic that runs through the female lineage in her family, the very magic Mayhem is next in line to inherit and which will change her life for good.

But when she gets wrapped up in the search for the man who has been kidnapping girls from the beach, her life takes another dangerous turn and she is forced to face the price of vigilante justice and to ask herself whether revenge is worth the cost.

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three Santa Maria

“Trouble,” Roxy says. She arches a brow at the kids by the van through the bug-spattered windshield, the ghost of a half-smile rippling across her face.

“You would know,” I shoot.

“So would you,” she snaps.

Maybe we’re a little on edge. We’ve been in the car so long the pattern on the vinyl seats is tattooed on the back of my thighs.

The kids my mother is talking about, the ones sitting on the white picket fence, look like they slithered up the hill out of the ocean, covered in seaweed, like the carnival music we heard coming from the boardwalk as we were driving into town plays in the air around them at all times. Two crows are on the posts beside them like they’re standing guard, and they caw at each other loudly as we come to a stop. I love every- thing about this place immediately and I think, ridiculously, that I am no longer alone.

The older girl, white but tan, curvaceous, and lean, has her arms around the boy and is lovely with her smudged eye makeup and her ripped clothes. The younger one pops some- thing made of bright colors into her mouth and watches us come up the drive. She is in a military-style jacket with a ton of buttons, her frizzy blond hair reaching in all directions, freckles slapped across her cheeks. And the boy? Thin, brown, hungry-looking. Not hungry in his stomach. Hungry with his eyes. He has a green bandana tied across his forehead and holes in the knees of his jeans. There’s an A in a circle drawn in marker across the front of his T-shirt.

Anarchy.

“Look!” Roxy points to the gas gauge. It’s just above the E. “You owe me five bucks, Cookie. I told you to trust we would make it, and see what happened? You should listen to your mama every once in a while.”

“Yeah, well, can I borrow the five bucks to pay you for the bet? I’m fresh out of cash at the moment.”

“Very funny.”

Roxy cranes out the window and wipes the sweat off her upper lip, careful not to smudge her red lipstick. She’s been having real bad aches the last two days, even aside from her bruises, and her appetite’s been worse than ever. The only thing she ever wants is sugar. After having been in the car for so long, you’d think we’d be falling all over each other to get out, but we’re still sitting in the car. In here we’re still us.

She sighs for the thousandth time and clutches at her belly. “I don’t know about this, May.”

California can’t be that different from West Texas.

I watch TV. I know how to say gag me with a spoon and grody to the max.

I fling open the door.

Roxy gathers her cigarettes and lighter, and drops them in- side her purse with a snap.

“Goddammit, Elle,” she mutters to herself, eyes flickering toward the kids again. Roxy looks at me over the rims of her sunglasses before shoving them back on her nose. “Mayhem, I’m counting on you to keep your head together here. Those kids are not the usual—”

“I know! You told me they’re foster kids.”

“No, not that,” she says, but doesn’t clarify. “Okay, I guess.”

“I mean it. No more of that wild-child business.”

“I will keep my head together!” I’m so tired of her saying this. I never had any friends, never a boyfriend—all I have is what Grandmother calls my nasty mouth and the hair Lyle always said was ugly and whorish. And once or twice I might’ve got drunk on the roof, but it’s not like I ever did anything. Besides, no kid my age has ever liked me even once. I’m not the wild child in the family.

“Well, all right then.” Roxy messes with her hair in the rear- view mirror, then sprays herself with a cloud of Chanel No. 5 and runs her fingers over her gold necklace. It’s of a bird, not unlike the ones making a fuss by the house. She’s had it as long as I can remember, and over time it’s been worn smooth by her worrying fingers. It’s like she uses it to calm herself when she’s upset about something, and she’s been upset the whole way here, practically. Usually, she’d be good and buzzed by this time of day, but since she’s had to drive some, she’s only nipped from the tiny bottle of wine in her purse a few times and only taken a couple pills since we left Taylor. The with- drawal has turned her into a bit of a she-demon.

I try to look through her eyes, to see what she sees. Roxy hasn’t been back here since I was three years old, and in that time, her mother has died, her father has died, and like she said when she got the card with the picture enclosed that her twin sister, Elle, sent last Christmas, Everybody got old. After that, she spent a lot of time staring in the mirror, pinching at her neck skin. When I was younger, she passed long nights telling me about Santa Maria and the Brayburn Farm, about how it was good and evil in equal measure, about how it had desires that had to be satisfied.

Brayburns, she would say. In my town, we were the legends.

These were the mumbled stories of my childhood, and they made everything about this place loom large. Now that we’re here, I realize I expected the house to have a gaping maw filled with spitty, frothy teeth, as much as I figured there would be fairies flitting around with wands granting wishes. I don’t want to take her vision away from her, but this place looks pretty normal to me, if run-down compared to our new house in Taylor, where there’s no dust anywhere, ever, and Lyle prac- tically keeps the cans of soup in alphabetical order. Maybe what’s not so normal is that this place was built by Brayburns, and here Brayburns matter. I know because the whole road is named after us and because flowers and ribbons and baskets of fruit sat at the entrance, gifts from the people in town, Roxy said. They leave offerings. She said it like it’s normal to be treated like some kind of low-rent goddess.

Other than the van and the kids, there are trees here, rose- bushes, an old black Mercedes, and some bikes leaning against the porch that’s attached to the house. It’s splashed with fresh white paint that doesn’t quite cover up its wrinkles and scars. It’s three stories, so it cuts the sunset when I look up, and plants drape down to touch the dirt.

The front door swings open and a woman in bare feet races past the rosebushes toward us. It is those feet and the reckless way they pound against the earth that tells me this is my aunt Elle before her face does. My stomach gallops and there are bumps all over my arms, and I am more awake than I’ve been since.

I thought Roxy might do a lot of things when she saw her twin sister. Like she might get super quiet or chain-smoke, or maybe even get biting like she can when she’s feeling wrong about something. The last thing I would have ever imagined was them running toward each other and colliding in the driveway, Roxy wrapping her legs around Elle’s waist, and them twirling like that.

This seems like something I shouldn’t be seeing, some- thing wounded and private that fills up my throat. I flip my- self around in my seat and start picking through the things we brought and chide myself yet again for the miserable packing job I did. Since I was basically out of my mind trying to get out of the house, I took a whole package of toothbrushes, an armful of books, my River Phoenix poster, plus I emptied out my underwear drawer, but totally forgot to pack any shoes, so all I have are some flip-flops I bought at the truck stop outside of Las Cruces after that man came to the window, slurring, You got nice legs. Tap, tap tap. You got such nice legs.

My flip-flops are covered in Cheeto dust from a bag that got upended. I slip them on anyway, watching Roxy take her sunglasses off and prop them on her head.

“Son of a bitch!” my aunt says, her voice tinny as she catches sight of Roxy’s eye. “Oh my God, that’s really bad, Rox. You made it sound like nothing. That’s not nothing.”

“Ellie,” Roxy says, trying to put laughter in her voice. “I’m here now. We’re here now.”

There’s a pause.

“You look the same,” Elle says. “Except the hair. You went full Marilyn Monroe.”

“What about you?” Roxy says, fussing at her platinum waves with her palm. “You go full granola warrior? When’s the last time you ate a burger?”

“You know I don’t do that. It’s no good for us. Definitely no good for the poor cows.”

“It’s fine for me.” Roxy lifts Elle’s arm and puckers her nose. “What’s going on with your armpits? May not eat meat but you got animals under there, looks like.”

“Shaving is subjugation.”

“Shaving is a mercy for all mankind.”

They erupt into laughter and hug each other again.

“Well, where is she, my little baby niece?” Elle swings the car door open. “Oh, Mayhem.” She scoops me out with two strong arms. Right then I realize just how truly tired I am. She seems to know, squeezes extra hard for a second before letting me go. She smells like the sandalwood soap Roxy buys sometimes. “My baby girl,” Elle says, “you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to see you. How much I’ve missed you.”

Roxy circles her ear with a finger where Elle can’t see her.

Crazy, she mouths. I almost giggle.

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kit-kat-karacters · 4 years ago

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Character introduction Part 1 Name and Physical appearance.

Roxy Berrycloth

Middle name: Megan

Reason or meaning: Her mother believed that her name would give her more power. Roxy is of American origin meaning Dawn.

Nicknames: Spawn, Berry, Rox, My love

Reason for nicknames: Spawn is something Roxy's father calls all his children. Especially when he needs more that one child attention

Berry is the nickname her girlfriend calls her. It started out as a joke and then stuck like glue.

Rox is what her siblings call her especially if they are close with eachother

My love is what roxy's mom calls her. No one else is allowed to call her that if they do they get dropped

Age: 12,000

How Old Does She Look: 19

Birthday: 10/31/-- (month/day/year)

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Lesbian

Hair Color: Brown with blue tips

Hair Type: Curly

Hair Style: Midlength, Down with a side part or Half up half down

Eye Color: Black with Silver speckles

Eye Shape: mono lid

Glasses or Contacts: Brown colored contacts

Face shape: square

Height: 5'11

Weight: Healthy

Body Build: Fit with muscle definition

Skintone: Carmel tan

Voice: Soft, Midtone

Distinct features: Scar across the left side of her face

Usual fashion of dress: Dark Skin tight clothing

Favorite Outfit: Black Halter Tank Top, Black jeans, Blue shoes

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lisatelramor · 4 years ago

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Just a Blind Date

I wrote this in December and keep forgetting to post it =__=;;; So here, KH fic. I’m not usually a Xion/Roxas shipper but I do find it cute. So yeah. Fic. Have it.

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“I’m still not comfortable with this,” Roxas said as Lea held up different shirts in front of him. “You should just call your friend and cancel this.”

“Oh relax a little, Rox,” Lea said. He tossed the shirts away. “You said you wanted to have fun and do something new. So live a little.”

“When I said that I meant, I dunno, picking up a new hobby, not you arranging a blind date,” he grumbled. “You’re not even telling me if it’s with a girl or a boy.”

“Does it matter?”

“Not really, but you know what I mean. What if we have nothing to talk about? I don’t even know what to try and brace myself for.”

“All the better. You get way too defensive when you overthink things.” Lea threw up his hands. “Do you own any shirts that aren’t gray, black or white?”

“What’s wrong with black and white?”

“It makes you look colorblind and boring,” Lea said, hands on his hips.

“We can’t all pull of yellow and red and orange,” Roxas said tugging on Lea’s favorite scarf. It was kind of awful. He wondered why he was letting Lea help him with fashion. Sora arguably had better taste. “Besides, you wear almost as much black as I do.”

“I know the value of color accents.” He plucked up one of the black shirts with a gray pattern that went silvery at points. “Well, this is gonna have to do. Next time you have a date, I’m taking you shopping.”

“Well I’m not letting you set up another date for me ever,” Roxas said with a roll of his eyes. He slid the shirt on and supposed it did look okay with the jeans Lea had shoved at him because ‘he should wear something form flattering’ for once. Lea needed to have less issue with baggy clothing because baggy clothing was comfortable.

“Hair and makeup next,” Lea insisted.

“Woah, hey, I never agreed to makeup.”

Lea held up eyeliner and mascara. “You’re blond. This’ll make your eyes stand out. Trust me.”

Said Lea, the guy that wore winged eyeliner and dyed his hair fire-truck red because it made him stand out. Ugh.

“Make it quick. I just want to get this whole thing over with.”

Lea snorted and held him still. “You’re so over dramatic.”

“I’m the dramatic one?”

“Uh, yeah. Who had an epic month of tantrums when Sora started spending more time with his friends than with you?”

“I was twelve!”

Lea stuck out his tongue. “Still stands.” He sprayed a bit of hair mousse on his hand and ran it through Roxas’s hair, before tilting his face from side to side. “Hm. You clean up well enough I guess.”

“Wow, thanks,” Roxas said, snorting. He turned to the mirror, grudgingly acknowledging that Lea did have some idea about what he was doing. He didn’t look bad, and the makeup wasn’t as noticeable as Leah’s was.

“Brown pencil,” Lea said when he noted Roxas examining his eyes. “Black would be too dark for you.”

“But not for you?”

“My whole image is built on bold, high contrast,” he said. “I want it to stand out.”

Roxas snorted again. “I’d thank you but like, I’m still not happy you put me in this position in the first place.”

“It’ll be fine.” Lea slapped his back. “So your date’s going to be waiting in the station plaza just outside the clock tower.”

“All the way over there?”

“They like sea salt ice cream and nice views,” Lea continued. “There, now you know something.”

“So what, you decided to pair us up because we have the same taste in ice cream?”

“Just go have fun,” Lea said. “There’s supposed to be a movie going on in town sponsored by the ice cream place.”

“If that’s where you pictured us having the date, why the heck are we meeting at the clock tower?”

“It’s a nice view,” Lea said. He pushed Roxas toward the door. “See ya, don’t want to see you back here until at least eight o’clock. If I find out you stood your date up, we’re having words.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. See ya Lea.”

Lea shut the door in his face.

Roxas rolled his eyes and headed for the clock tower.

o*O*o

There were a few people milling around, coming and going from the train station, but none of them were the date Lea set him up on. Lea did have a point about the view though. It was a lot nicer when you could manage to sneak to the top of the clock tower, but Central Station was up on a hill above most of the town meaning you could see most of Twilight Town from here even without climbing the tower. It showed off the golden colors of the sunset really well, granted that the sun never went up or down it meant less than it might in other places he supposed.

There wasn’t anyone standing near the station doors, but there was someone leaning against the railing in the plaza, looking out into the distance. Roxas was willing to bet that was the right person. Well, unless whoever it was decided it was more trouble than it was worth and had backed out.

Roxas wouldn’t blame them if they did.

The person by the railing was a girl, and Lea had no right complaining about Roxas’s color preferences because she had a black shirt and gray skirt on. Her hair was short, almost boyish, and when he walked closer, he supposed she was kind of pretty. Roxas was more into people than looks. (Although sometimes he questioned what he liked in people because that few years with a crush on Lea were kind of questionable. Even more questionable than the kind-of-sort-of hate-crush on Riku he’d had at thirteen. At least Riku was pretty instead of spiky and bony like Lea. And a bit closer in age. Roxas’s brain was a bit weird in what it latched onto sometimes.)

He walked over to the girl and leaned on the railing a bit away, just far enough to hopefully not seem creepy.

“So, uh, nice view?” he said, trying to think of a way to subtly ask if she was the person he was meeting with.

“Isn’t it?” the girl said. “It’s so warm here. The colors and the temperature. It’s so much nicer than home.”

“Oh?”

“Gray. All the time.” She turned a bit and gave Roxas a smile, and oh, she was pretty. Not that she wasn’t before, but the smile met her eyes and that genuine enthusiasm for a view he saw all the time made his heart beat a little bit faster.

Roxas bit his lip. “Um, so, possibly strange question. You know a guy called Lea?”

The girl blinked and smiled a bit wider. “Yeah. I know a Lea. Six foot something, red hair, jokes a lot?”

“That’s the guy.”

She laughed. “So you must be my date.” She held out a hand. “My name’s Xion.”

“Roxas.” He was weirdly nervous shaking her hand. It was silly; this was a blind date that neither of them had to make mean something at all. Just another weird whim from Lea after hearing Roxas complain one too many times about being bored.

“Well, Roxas, it’s nice to meet you.”

o*O*o

Roxas wasn’t really sure what to make of her at first, but after a few minutes exchanging stories about how they ended up friends with Lea—Roxas meeting him when he left the Islands, and Xion during one of Lea’s spontaneous travel phases—it turned out that they actually knew a lot of the same people and were even going to the same university. They just frequented different parts of campus and town so far as Roxas could tell.

They were going to go to the movie, really, but somehow talking about friends lead to Roxas remembering Pence dragging him and the rest of Hayner’s group around the other side of Twilight Town to check out the so-called Seven Wonders for a mythology report, and the next thing Roxas knew they were on a train to go see them now. He was having a lot better time than he thought he would.

“I wonder how many places have local legends like this,” Xion said as they counted up and down the stairs multiple times—counting the same every time, of course.

“I dunno. Probably a lot though.”

“Did your Islands have any legends?”

“Hmm, probably.” Roxas skipped down the stairs toward the next spot, considering. “I think there were a few stories my mom told us growing up, and my brother’s friend Riku’s grandma always had the best stories about faraway places. Probably why he wanted to leave so much growing up honestly. There was a story about a kid that opened a door to another world, but that one was kind of sad since he never came back. There were stories like that, the kind that are probably cautionary tales or something. Like the kid that built a raft to sail to the stars and instead got swallowed by the ocean.”

“Wow,” Xion said. “Grim stuff.”

“Right? You’d think there’d be more sunshine and flowers for a tropical island.” Roxas grinned, peeking into the alley. No balls got thrown his way, but then no one had been practicing here lately since it was months until the next Struggle competition. “This one’s supposed to be a ‘Friend From Beyond the Wall,’ but it turned out that this is a place people practice with Struggle balls, so that was another Wonder crossed off the list.”

Xion peered into the alley. “And people missed that there was someone in there?”

“I never said they were good Wonders. I think Pence had to be chasing any rumor he could or something.”

“Well, most rumors have a grain of truth,” Xion reasoned.

“Yeah, yeah, but it was still really random. Like. How is mysteriously number changing stairs a Wonder?”

“It would certainly be strange if it was true.”

They walked away, Roxas leading toward the waterfall. “I guess,” he said after a moment, “there was one neat story. Or, well, maybe it was more of a superstition than a story.” Xion looked at him and he felt self-conscious bringing it up because, well, it was one that actually meant something to him and Sora growing up. “There’s this fruit, ok, shaped like a star. The legend goes that if you share it with someone you care about, your lives and destinies will be entwined. So you’ll always find your way back to each other.” He scrubbed his hair, messing up Lea’s careful styling. “It’s a little cheesy, but…”

“I think it’s pretty cute,” Xion said. “Do you believe it?”

“I dunno.” He shrugged. “I never shared one with anyone. My brother though, Sora, he shared one with his friends Riku and Kairi, and they all ended up going to study in Radiant Garden together, so maybe there’s some sort of truth to it. Or maybe it’s just taking it seriously and working harder to keep up bonds, I don’t know.”

“Maybe it’s both,” Xion suggested. “Belief can go a long way.”

“How about your home? Were there any legends there?”

“Mm.” Xion shrugged. “Not any happy ones.”

Roxas got the feeling she didn’t like her home much. Any question that glanced by the topic was met with a non-answer and a distant look. He could take a hint though, so he just tugged her over to the waterfall.

“Well, this Wonder is a doppelganger. But…” He took a step to the right where the sun hit just right to make the water show their reflections. “I’m pretty sure a mirror effect isn’t an actual doppelganger.”

“Still pretty cool. I didn’t know a waterfall could work as a mirror.” Xion made faces at herself and Roxas snorted. “What? Like you’ve never done it.”

“Actually my brother and I get into face contests all the time.” Roxas grinned before pulling the ridiculous face that Sora always complained was not nearly as silly as his signature silly face. Roxas totally had the better expression.

Xion burst out laughing. “You look like you don’t have a chin!”

“Right?” She made a face and he made one back until they were leaning against each other and gasping for breath.

“Owwww,” Xion giggled. “I can’t breathe!”

“Do I win or do you?”

“We both win because neither of us can stand upright,” she said, rubbing at the stitch in her side. “Okay, no more faces. I don’t think I can take more laughing.”

“Next Wonder?”

“Please.”

Roxas didn’t even think twice about taking her hand and leading her up the hill. “Okay,” he said once he had his breath mostly back. “This one’s a bit weird. So the Wonder is a bag that moves on its own.”

“A bag. Like…a trash bag?”

“Kinda?”

Xion snorted. “A living trash bag is a wonder.”

“I know, right?” They crested the hill and Xion grabbed his hand tight.

“Ohmygosh, is that it?”

In the middle of the hill was a moving bag all right.

Roxas groaned. “Really? Again? C’mon help me catch it.”

“Catch it?”

Rather than explain, Roxas moved to cut the randomly moving bag off. Xion, confused but willing to help, blocked the other direction. Between the two of them, they caught the bag in less than a minute, Roxas half tacking it to pin it down. And out came a dog with a bit of tugging along with a mess of garbage.

“This dumb mutt keeps getting stuck in bags. I have no idea how it ends up here half the time, but it’s not very bright.”

The dog whined and wiggled and tried to crawl right back into the garbage. Roxas held the bag out of reach.

“Oh no you don’t. What is even wrong with you?”

“He’s really cute,” Xion said. “But kind of…smelly.”

“Yeah, not the brightest dog at all. C’mon, go home. Your owner’s gonna blow a gasket when they find you covered in garbage again.”

As if realizing that Roxas was in no way, shape, or form going to give it the garbage back, the dog gave a huff of breath and slunk off, casting disgruntled looks over its shoulder.

“I can’t believe we pulled a dog from a bag of garbage,” Xion said. “You know, this wasn’t where I pictured this date going.”

Oh. Right. They were on a date. Roxas blushed. It was kind of weird but it felt like they’d been friends for a while, not two people that just met a little over an hour ago. He took the trash to a garbage can, trying not to get flustered again. “Well, it’s a unique date then. Can’t say anyone else would take you to a hill and have you chase a garbage dog.”

Xion snickered. “Yeah, somehow I don’t think most people would find that romantic.”

“Do you?” Roxas blurted before he could think twice about words coming out of his mouth.

She gave him a slow, considering look. “It’s kind of out there, but this is one of the better dates I’ve been on honestly.”

“Oh.” He blushed again. “Well. I’m, uh, glad then.” Wow, so smooth. Lea would be laughing his ass of if he was here. “So, one more Wonder, since we’re here?”

Xion nodded obligingly.

Roxas pointed at the rail that went off in the distance. “They say that there’s a ghost train that you can sometimes see. No one knows where it goes, but it doesn’t belong to any of the train lines in Twilight Town.”

“Is it real?” Xion asked.

“It’s said to only be seen at sunset.”

It took a moment but then Xion frowned. “Wait, isn’t Twilight Town…”

“Constantly in twilight?” Roxas said with a grin. “Kinda. It’s… I don’t know if you noticed, but the sun moves a little. There’s like ‘edges of dawn and edges of dusk’ twilight and then there’s the golden sunrise-set state most of the time. Pretty sure it’s the edges of dusk kind of twilight that the myth means, but who knows? Maybe the train just shows up at random.”

“Huh. Seems like a cheap way to leave it to chance.”

“Right?” He smiled, looking out at the golden glow. It was edging toward redder, more evening technically now. He was never going to get used to how Twilight Town’s sky worked. “I saw it once though.”

“Yeah?”

“Yep. Standing right here. It was all weird, like someone who only read fantasy novels tried to design a train. My bet? That train’s someone’s private rail line and they come to town every now and then, but it’s so infrequent it’s just become a legend.”

“Huh.” Xion tilted her head. “You know it would be cooler if it was actually owned by a wizard.”

“Might as well be. Not like we’re ever going to know.”

Xion hummed and leaned against the rail. The view was nice here too.

“You ever thought of photography?” he asked after a while of watching clouds turn red and gold and light cast dappled shadows down below. “To make the image last.”

“Thought about it,” Xion said, “but it wouldn’t feel right. I could take pictures and catch a tiny fragment of what it was, but it’d only just be that fragment. I’d rather have the memory of something real and in the moment than create something that can never catch the whole of it, you know?”

It seemed a bit of a waste, because the picture could prompt the memory, but at the same time he kind of got it. There was something even more beautiful about a sight knowing that it was the only time you’d get to see it. “I guess.”

They stood shoulder to shoulder for a long while until the golds in the sky were almost all reds and oranges.

“Is that all the Wonders of Twilight Town?” Xion asked, finally, completely relaxed beside him.

“There’s two more, some sounds from the tunnels and an abandoned mansion that people say they’ve seen a ghost girl in, but we don’t have to go see them if you don’t want to.”

Xion nudged him with her elbow. “I think we’ve done pretty well so far. Might as well see the rest.”

Roxas rubs the back of his head. “If you’re up to it. The tunnels…don’t exactly smell the greatest.”

“I’m not afraid of dark places and some garbage,” Xion said. “Besides, I think I’m getting a lot better tour of obscure places of Twilight Town than most people get.”

“I don’t think most people would want to stumble around the tunnel system or weird alleys.”

“Their loss.” Xion tossed him a wink and walked confidently toward the tunnels

Roxas laughed.

“Welcome,” he said as they stepped into the tunnels, “to the Underground Concourse, a lovely system of tunnels allowing you to get almost anywhere in Twilight Town without the hassle of dealing with busy streets.” He gave a pretentious little bow. “As you can see, it houses garbage, litter, used cigarette butts and various vermin.” As if on cue, a startled mouse skittered past.

“How charming,” Xion said.

“It’s really not that bad, just no one’s been through to clean lately. It happens a couple times a year and people are kinda slobs.” A soda can rattled away as he accidentally kicked it. “I wasn’t kidding about avoiding people though. Sometimes I cut through the tunnels if I need to get somewhere faster.”

“So what’s the legend here?”

“People say that if you walk the tunnels, you can hear the groans of some poor soul that got lost down here and never made it back out.” His grin glinted in the low light and Roxas led her to the ideal spot. “If you listen closely, you might hear them today.”

They stopped and there was a soft moaning sound. Xion raised an eyebrow. Roxas remembered Lea looking unnerved by the noise the first time he’d been down there, but Xion didn’t even look fazed. “So what is it really?”

“What, no belief in poor wayward souls?”

“I can’t imagine a ghost haunting someplace like this. It’s just not spooky enough.”

“Fair enough.” Roxas pointed up where there was an air vent. “As far as Pence could figure out, the sound’s caused by the vents. When it gets windy they make noise. Not very scary once you learn that.”

“It’s not that scary in the first place. A little dirty, but I’ve seen worse.” She smiled. “So, leave the not-so-haunted tunnels for the possibly-haunted mansion?”

“Right this way.” There used to be a hole in a wall kids climbed through on dares to creep close to the old mansion, but these days the only way to reach it was through the tunnels. One led outside the town walls into a forest, and so they climbed out into bushes and trees a few minutes later.

“Oh, hey, nature.”

“Yep. As nice as the town is, it’s good to get out of it and around trees sometimes. The mansion’s on the other end of the forest. If you can call it a forest. It’s not big enough to get lost in.”

“Close enough.” Xion touched a green leaf. “I’m finding the best places today.”

“I do know the best places.” He pushed through the undergrowth, the path a bit more overgrown than the last time he’d been through here. “Okay, I have friends who are from here and know all the best places. Still.”

“Well thank goodness for those friends.”

“I’ll have to introduce you. You’d probably get along with them. Actually you might have even seen them around; Hayner and Olette work for that new fancy restaurant down town.”

“You’ll have to point them out.”

The mansion gates loomed out of the clearing beyond the woods with its slightly-rusty blackened metal and worn brick walls. Stone pillars that might have been a part of a trellis system at one point were crumbling in the lawn and the mansion itself looked sad, like it was drooping, though that might just possibly be a roof problem. On one side was a big picture window on the second story, with curtains still visibly hanging.

“Well, there it is.” Roxas looked up at the building, feeling the same uneasy feeling he’d had back when he visited here with Pence. Pence swore he’d been in it once, and that it was a bunch of trashed rooms and a slightly-less-trashed library. He’d never felt brave enough to enter himself. “They say that sometimes there’s a girl that stands in the window and watches the world outside. No one’s lived here in over a decade though, so unless there’s been a squatter in the meantime, it’s not very likely there’s a girl there.

“It looks lonely,” Xion said. “Do you know what happened to the people that lived here?”

“No. Pence never mentioned, though he might know. He was the one doing the research report on it…”

They looked up at the mansion a few more minutes before Xion said, “Can you go in it?”

“Technically I think the lock is either broken or apparently really easy to pick, but I’ve never wanted to go in.”

“Really?” Xion asked, surprise clear on her face. “Not even once?”

“I don’t really believe in ghosts, but there’s something about this place that just… Gives me the heebie jeebies.” Roxas shrugged. “Pence says the first floor is really dusty and some of the rooms are trashed. There’s a library somewhere though and it’s really dusty but mostly in one piece I guess. Unless rats are nesting in it since the last time he broke in.”

“Well clearly I have to meet your friend so we can break in together.”

“Why would you want to go in?”

“Adventure,” Xion said. “Duh.” She grinned to make it clear she was teasing. “That’s kind of why I wanted to see all the Wonders in the first place, you know?”

“I guess I can see that.”

They looked at the mansion a bit longer and Roxas could almost swear the curtain moved. But for all he knew there was a mouse or a crack in the window that caused a draft. He shook himself. It was getting late. “So… I hear you like sea salt ice cream?”

Xion’s eyes lit up. “I love sea salt ice cream.”

“My treat?” he offered.

“This time,” she said. “Next time, I’ll treat you.”

“So there’s going to be a next time?”

Xion nudged him with her elbow. “I’ve been having fun. And if you’re not into me romantically, I’d love to be friends.”

Roxas blushed. “Yeah, I’d like. Um, I’d like that too. And. You’re pretty cool all around.” Pretty cool? What was coming out of his mouth?

Xion didn’t seem to care that it was awkward though since she just smiled again.

o*O*o

The rest of the date was spent talking over melting bars of sea salt ice cream back at Station Plaza until they really had to go because it was getting pretty late to be out. Roxas walked Xion to her district in Twilight Town, and even screwed up the courage to kiss her cheek. Xion one-upped him and gave him a return kiss that had Roxas grinning the whole way home to his and Lea’s apartment.

Lea took one look and grinned right back, smug. “See?” he said. “I told you it’d work out. Am I the best or am I the best.”

“Shut up, you’re maybe second best.” But Roxas couldn’t even manage a scowl.

“Date was that good then?” Lea wiggled his eyebrows.

“We didn’t even go to the movie or get dinner,” Roxas said. “We did get ice cream. But it was a lot of fun.”

“You going to go out again?”

“Well, she promised to buy me ice cream next time so I’ll take that as a yes.” Roxas also had Xion’s phone number in his phone now.

Lea smiled, looking like a proud older brother for a second. “You managed a date successfully. You’re growing up so fast.”

“Ha ha, very funny.”

Roxas flopped back on his bed, already thinking of what texts he could send Xion’s way. He glanced at Lea’s smile. “Thanks though,” he said. “Really. Even if nothing else works out, I think Xion could be a good friend someday.”

“Don’t mention it.” Lea waved a hand. “Really. Now, will you buy me a bar of ice cream next time in thanks or…?”

Roxas rolled his eyes. “Sure, Lea. I’ll buy you ice cream sometime.”

“Score.”

Roxas snapped a photo of Lea’s smug face and sent it to Xion with the caption ‘guess who’s getting a swelled ego’.

He got back a laugh emoji and a ‘tell him thanks’.

Roxas did eventually pass along her message. But not until he’d spent another half hour exchanging messages. Couldn’t have Lea thinking he was that good of a matchmaker. Even if, in this case at least, Roxas thought he really might be right.

#kingdom hearts #fanfic #roxas/xion #my randomly chosen prompt words for this were blind date and makeover #so that's what it is

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commodorecliche · 6 years ago

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tags & mini playlist

I was tagged by the beautiful @glaspaladin - you are amazing, thank you for the tag!

How tall are you? 5′ 2″ (157.5 cm)

What colour are your eyes? dark brown. Kinda boring :(

Do you wear contacts and/or glasses? nope, 20/20 baby! (One of my eyes is actually better than 20/20)

What is your fashion style? i literally don’t know. i guess kind of... formal punk? i like black a lot, i like tears in my jeans and shorts, i like grungy boots. but i also like flip flops and heels. so yeah, idk wtf.

When were you born? July 28

How old are you? 28

Do you have any siblings? nah, only child.

What school/college do you go to? that’s a little personal lmao - i’ll just say i went to small, somewhat prestigious southern college.

What kind of student are you? good grades, but not perfect grades. unfortunately, i’m a procrastinator. i did best with presentations and reports - because i like to write and i like to talk. i always tried to engage myself in class, just because talking through things helped me retain them.

What are your favourite subjects? Neuroscience and English

What are your favourite movies? how could you even ask me this. oh lord. okay. The Thing, Alien, Aliens, The Nice Guys, As Above So Below, Autopsy of Jane Doe, Evil Dead (all of them), Clue, The Others, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Hot Fuzz, i literally could on for days, do you really want that??

What are your favourite pastimes? rowing, writing, reading, drawing, making bracelets, kayaking, idk i’m sure there’s other stuff too

Do you have any regrets? yes. mostly i regret the dips in my creativity. i go through spells where i have trouble creating, and i’m kind of in one now. i always come out of them, but i still always feel horrible about them. i try not to, because we can’t live by our regrets, but still.

What is your dream job? i’m kind of already living it. i work in neurophysiology. but i would love be a professional author some day too.

Would you like to get married? i’m actually getting married iiiiiiin 18 days, holy SHIT 18 fucking DAYS. i’m very excited, though. i’ve been with my man for about 8 years now, and i love him more each day. no one else i could see myself marrying. plus i’m pretty excited for the honeymoon.

Do you want kids? How many? nooooo thank you

How many countries have you visited? i’ve been to Mexico, Jamaica, Hungary, The Bahamas, and the Cayman Islands. i also stopped over in Germany on the way to Hungary, but i don’t think that counts. and i guess you could count the US, ya know, since i live here?

What was your scariest dream? i don’t usually hang onto my dreams, but there is one dream i had when i was a kid that i don’t think i’ll ever forget. i dreamt i was at school, and our principal made us stay WAY late after class, like till around 11 pm at night. and i was walking home alone, and there were all these groups of people in black hoods standing around bonfires along my walk. and one person from one of the fires started following me, he had a scythe in his head (very grim reaper), and began to chase me. i ran and ran from him, but he always caught up, and he’d get close enough to me that he would swing the scythe. i always woke up RIGHT when it hit my neck. i had that dream a lot as a kid. haven’t had it in YEARS, but i don’t think i’ll ever forget it.

Do you have a boyfriend/girlfriend/significant other? yup, a fiance and soon to be hubby!

Put your playlist on shuffle and without skipping list the first 15 songs:

1. Moondust - Jaymes Young 2. Street Spirit (Fade Out) - Radiohead 3. Black Sheep - Gin Wigmore 4. Life Itself - Glass Animals 5. Skyhunter - Dethklok 6. Cirice - Ghost BC 7. Rox in the Box - The Decemberists 8. Itoshisa Wa - Dir En Grey 9. Fields of Gold - Sting 10. Good Intentions - Paper Route 11. Woman - Emmit Fenn 12. Concerto for Two Violins in D Minor - Johann Sebastian Bach (this is hands down one of my favorite classical pieces) 13. Sanctified - Nine Inch Nails 14. Ole Black n’ Blue Eyes - The Fratellis 15. The Bachelor and the Bride - The Decemberists

and idk how many i’m supposed to tag buuuuuttttt: @pilindiel @celestialriptide @cobrilee @funnypoeple @firegrilled @im-all-in-shiro @shklancebeefsandwich @rhetoricfemme @vanquisherofsnails @thetruebadboisupreme @copilotsheith @thequeerkhaleesi @vvitch--please and idk, whoever else wants to do it!

if i didn’t tag you, for real, feel free to do it and to tag me in it. i love to learn stuff about you guys, and love to see your music taste. and as usual, if i tagged you and you don’t want to do it, you absolutely don’t have to!

#taggy tags #about me #commodore radio #tagging it that cause of the playlist

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astroquizzical · 6 years ago

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What is the biggest known planet in the Universe?

"What is the biggest known planet in the Universe?"

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Our list of known planets and exoplanets unfortunately doesn’t extend much beyond our own Milky Way galaxy - to spot a planet, you need to be able to measure the light from an individual star and monitor it over time. You’re looking either for tiny flickers in the amount of light you receive, as a star happens to pass in front of the star you’re watching, or you’re looking for there to be a little Doppler shift in the color of the star’s light, as the planets tug it slightly off center as they orbit. Known by the names of the transit method and the Doppler shift method respectively, both of these require really careful observations over a significant amount of time, without the light from the star mixing with the light from other stars. This limits us pretty well to the stars within or surrounding our Milky Way.

Because the measurements required to spot planets must be so precise, generally the telescopes we send out to do these measurements only look at a small patch of the sky. So while I can give you our current high scoring planets, there’s no guarantee these will remain the all-time bests, if we point our telescopes in a new direction.

There is one fundamental limitation to how massive a planet can get - if you pack too much material into a planet, it will start to fuse elements in its core, and it formally becomes a star instead of a planet. This transition happens when the object is somewhere in the range of 13 to 80 times the mass of Jupiter, and is the point at which we typically start calling objects a brown dwarf star, orbiting another star, instead of a planet. The list of biggest planets can also change if we get better measurements. It's possible to learn that what we thought was a planet should really be called a brown dwarf, which then bumps that object off the list of biggest planets, and onto the list of known brown dwarfs.

However, you can still have very large, fluffy planets, well before they get to this boundary of being a star. Most of the ones we know about are Jupiter like in style - massive, gaseous planets, orbiting distant stars. The easiest to find are hot Jupters - exoplanets which are not only bigger than Jupiter, they’re much closer into their star than Jupiter is to our Sun. Currently, the majority of the biggest, fluffiest planets are about twice the radius of Jupiter. Considering that you could stack 22 and a half Earths edge to edge to match the width of Jupiter, you’re looking at a planet so large, you could line up 45 Earths behind it, and not see any of them. These planets have the very pronounceable names of ROXs 42Bb, which is estimated to be about 2.5 times the size of Jupiter, or Kepler-13 Ab, which sits around 2.2 times the size of Jupiter.

There are some larger ones, but these have preliminary estimates of their size, and may yet turn out to be brown dwarfs. The current record holder is a planet orbiting a star known as GQ Lupi, and estimates place it at somewhere around 4 times larger than Jupiter. This particular object is so large that our theoretical models of how it has formed are not particularly happy, and so the estimates on its size and mass are both pretty hazy. It is likely to remain a planet, but if it turns out that its mass is on the high end of our current estimates, it could wind up on a brown dwarf list. (This object is also extremely young, and will change and compress as it evolves.)

These big fluffy planets are orbiting your default solar system - one with a single star, around which all the planets orbit. If you have two stars (which isn’t that uncommon), it seems to be much harder to build very large planets. The largest planet known to circle two stars at once was only confirmed in 2016, and is almost identical to Jupiter in size. At “only” 22.5 Earths in size, it orbits its parent star once every three years.

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Next Gen HP Looks

James Sirius Potter; “Jamie”, “Jay”, “Jay-Jay”

6′4 height. Photogenic. Muscular and lanky. Messy thick shiny black hair in Cole Sprouse’s haircut. Perfect jaw and cheekbones. Plump lips. Great bone structure. Light freckles everywhere, specially on his nose, cheeks, shoulders and back. Olive skin, he gets extremely tan during summer. Can actually pull and grow facial hair, which it is more reddish than black. Teeth white af. Handsome and cheeky smile, with adorable dimples on each cheek. ‘Potter’ perfect smirk. Always smiling. His eyes are almond shaped and a light honey colour with some gold hints. Long fingers, perfect for playing the guitar and the piano. Gorgeous. Tallest guy at school. Looks like a mix of Harry, Ginny and James Potter Senior. Extremely handsome and good-looking.

Albus Severus Potter; “Al”, “Albs”, “Albie”

6′1. Photogenic. Black shiny hair, quite short. Cheekbones for days. Olive skin, but he can’t get a tan, tho. Emerald Green eyes. Muscular, beater type, with broad shoulders. He doesen’t have lots of freckles, only a few single ones in his arm and one over his left brow. Sharp features. Ironic smile. ‘Potter’ perfect smirk. Can rock a Sherlock Holmes costume. Looks great in Green and black. White teeth and a dimple in his right cheek. Extremely expressive face. Can raise a brow. Eyebrows on fleek. Looks a lot like Harry, but you can see a bit of Arthur Weasley on him. Very good-looking like his brother and attractive.

Lily Luna Potter; “Lila”, “Lily Lu”, “Lil”

5′8. Photogenic af. Dark red hair, that used to reach her bellybutton, but she choped it into a lob. Naturally skinny and slender, she has a thin hourglass figure. Legs for days. Almond shaped Green eyes, but instead of being emerald, the Green is more like an avada kedavra green. Thick eyelashes and red brows. Round-squared face shape, like her mum. She looks a hell lot like Natalie Portman. Perfect bone structure. Olive skin, Lily can easily tan. She has freckles on her nose, shoulders, boobs and hips, and then she has freckles and moles separated, creating constellations through all her body. She also has a single freckle over her lip, at the right, just like Marilyn Monroe, which Fleur loves. Her extremely pink and full lips are her signature look, usually painted a cherry red. She’s a blend of a lot of Lily Evans and some of Ginny Weasley. Sassy smile, Potter perfect smirk, cheeky smile with dimples. ‘Quite the little heartbreaker. Drop dead gorgeous and seductive, with a sweet delicate voice. A beauty.

Victoire Apolline Weasley; “Vic”, “Vicky”, “Toire”

5′6 and a half. Model looks. Long glossy golden blonde hair that used to be more reddish as a kid. Light freckles all over her face. Big bright pale blue eyes. Quite tan skin during summer. Her hair is fabulous and her skin is shiny af. Full pink lips and the cutest nose ever. Round-squared face shape. Great bone structure. Dimples. Always painted nails. Model Slim figure. Sweet and kind smile. Never wears make up even though she loves it. She looks like a blend of classical beauty and california girl. She has her veela charm and she’s crazy beautiful.

Dominique Belle Weasley; “Dom”, “Nick”, “Dommie”

5′9. Long wavy pale blonde hair, dyed baby pink (she changes her hair colour every year). Big ocean blue eyes. Freckles on her face but she covers them. Sarcastic smirk. Cute smile. Long legs and arms. Skinny figure. Ears pierced and a small tattoo on the back of her neck. Pretty pink plump lips. Perfect soft skin. Sharp and dark eyeliner and fabulous black smokey eye, like Effy Stonem. Rocks a leather jacket like no one else. Grunge and rock ‘n roll style. Can eat a lot of fast food without gaining weight. Pale skin, she can’t get a tan. Cheekbones and collarbones. Relaxing smile. Veela charm. Fucking extremely pretty.

Louis Charles Weasley; “Lou”, “Louie”, “Lous”

6 feet tall. Gold blonde hair, lighter in the tips because of the sun. Ocean blue eyes, like Dominique. Perfect eyebrows. Grateful that he’s blonde and not ‘another ginger’. Muscular without playing Quidditch. Freckles only on his feet. Dimples. Broad shoulders. Can’t grow facial hair. Baby soft skin. Uses a lot his veela charm. He’s very attractive and he knows it.

Rose Jean Granger-Weasley; “Rosie”, “Ro”, “Posie”

5′5. Middle back lenght copper hair. Big, chocolate brown eyes, like her mum. Thick eyelashes. Button nose. Great eyebrows. Petite frame. Pretty and cute. Her body is fully covered with freckles. They are everywhere. Perfect nail shape. Small hands. Very fair skin, if she isn’t wearing sunscreen, she burns. Pink heart shaped lips. Heart-shaped face. Clumsy but graceful. She looks a lot like Hermione.

Hugo Billius Granger-Weasley; “Hugh”, “Huey”, “H”

6′2 and a half. Curly brown hair. Pale blue eyes. Tall and lanky. Dark freckles all over his face, and loads of them on his nose. Not too muscular. His dad’s nose, his mum’s and Rose’s mouth. Heart-shaped face. Very long arms. Fair skin, with the dark freckles. On his body, they aren’t a lot of them but they’re everywhere. Bushy eyebrows. A cute blend of Hermione and Ron.

Molly Anne Weasley; “Molls”, “Annie”, “Moll”

5′5 and a half. Soft Copper hair. Pale blue eyes. Thin red lips. Long bangs. Few freckles on her cheeks and arms. Long fingers. Button nose. Really cute. She can raise a brow. Perfect teeth after a year of brackets. Ivory skin. Can’t get a tan. Needs sunscreen every day. Perfect body.

Lucy Audrey Weasley; “Luce”, “Lulu”, “Lu”

5′3. Shoulder lenght dark copper hair. Large Coffee Brown eyes. Bushy eyebrows. Thin lips. Athletic figure due to Quidditch. Fit legs and butt. Fair skin. Freckles on her back, because when she plays Quidditch is where the sun mostly reaches her. Quite cute. Big bright smile. Her nails are always short, because she bites them. Heart of gold.

Frederick Gideon Weasley; “Freddie”, “Freds”, “Freddo”

6feet tall. Copper hair. Carmel skin. Very bushy eyebrows. Dark Hazel blue eyes. Few almost invisibe freckles on his nose and forehead and lots of them on his arms. Builder built. Broad shoulders and muscular. Big hands. Imperial nose. Strong jaw. Cocky happy grin. He looks like KJ Apa, but with natural ginger hair.

Roxanne Kate Weasley; “Rox”, “Roxy”, “Katie”

5′4. Glossy wild ebony black hair. Dark skin. Fabulous hourglass figure. Full lips, always with lip gloss. Big dark blue eyes. Thick eyelashes. Pearl White teeth. Freckles on her face. Stunning. Photogenic. Cheeky grin. Looks like Angelina with some Weasley in her.

Edward Remus Lupin; “Teddy”, “Ed”, “Teddy Bear”

6′1. He always wears his hair turquoise but its natural color is a mousy Brown. Dark blue eyes. Eyebrows on fleek. Quite muscular. Clumsy af. Fair skin but he’s able to tan. Remus’ looks with Tonks’ metamorphomagi.

Note: English isn’t my first language so if there are any mistakes, plz don’t roast me.

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