#a very different kind of oc and I have no idea how she's gonna pan out

[viperwhispered]

Aunt Nerine

After some shenanigans in a few inboxes I figured I might as well commit to the bit, so…

Are you having trouble with matters of the heart? Are things standing still between you and someone you care about? Do the words remain unsaid, the feelings not shown or shared?

No worries! Aunt Nerine is here to help – whether you want her or not.

(Huge thanks to @moonyasnow for all their work in making such a lovely chibi! They really did an amazing job turning my sketch and ideas into something so wonderful, and I'm so happy to see the results.)

Aunt Nerine is a fae, fairly human-sized if a bit short (about 155 cm / 5' 1"). However, even though she's a fae, her wings are not real. She actually wears them purely for the aesthetic, using magic to animate them if she's so inclined.

While she’s not as long-lived as for example the dragon fae, she has been around for a while. All that experience has left her with plenty of things up her sleeve – or on the tip of her wand, as it may be.

Aunt Nerine’s signature spell, Red String of Fate, allows her to identify mutual fondness between individuals. It also let's her know if said individuals are freely expressing their feelings to each other, or holding them back.

However, her spell doesn’t tell her the nature of that fondness, so the feelings between the people could be anything from romantic to familial or platonic.

And if there are two (or more) individuals, clearly caring for each other but not acting on it… Well, it would only be oh so kind of aunt Nerine to help the people involved take the next step.

Basically, no mutual pining is happening on her watch – and she’s got just the spells to help end such a state of affairs.

Truly, a fairy godmother to us all, just trying to usher in the happy ever afters.

It just really is a shame that some people just don’t know how to be grateful for it. (One day she'll be allowed to visit Briar Valley again. One day.)

Recently, aunt Nerine has set up a little clinic (as she calls it) on Sage’s Island, promising to attend to any matters of the heart.

Sometimes she also just wanders around the island – including the Night Raven campus – helping those she believes are in need of that little push.

Though on occasion she's just there to meet Lilia for their little tea times – though she’s always the one bringing the pastries.

Basically, what this all means is that aunt Nerine is here to throw your charas or ships into situations hopefully provide some fun fodder for scenes or imagines with your characters or ships.

So, if you'd like to see her meddle with help your ocs and ships, then please let me know! I'll then see if I can come up with something to come into your inbox with. 

You can also send your chara to my inbox and have them come in asking for help / for a consultation, or what have you.

I might also throw her into a few inboxes uninvited, but it's always easier throwing shenanigans at people when I know they're welcomed.

In short, I'm very much open to all sorts of interactions with Nerine – that's basically what she is for.

Tagging some moots if y'all wanna have a look: @diodellet @scint1llat3 @bibi-cha

[haven-raven012591]

Can you trust me?

Pairing: Hobi X OC Hikari

Warning: NSFW at the end. Otherwise fluffy, angst. Vampire. Bitting. Being pinned down.

He had no idea how this night had gone so wrong. Here he was in an ally, trying to outrun a hunter. He leaned against the wall thinking about how he had been one of the first to help his kind. One of the first to try to help them come from the shadows, to shed their persona, and to forget their egos. But now Jung Hoseok was in a horrible situation.

Hikari was a simple girl. She'd followed her heart and it lead her to helping others. She was a nurse at a local hospital, her specialty was vampires. She'd seen too many of her friends die needlessly. Too much blood had been spilt on both sides.

As he sat gathering his remaining strength he felt off. His vision was too blurry and he knew he had one shot at this. He closed his eyes and thought of his house. His energy was too low and his shimmering failed. He landed at her feet and she just looked at him. "Help." Hobi breathed.

She crouched down and moved his hair. Too him in that moment she was his angel. And she looked as if she could really be one. "Can you stand for me?" Hikari asked softly. She had sat him up a little. Blood already on her shirt and she didn't seem to mind.

His amber eyes locked in her forest green ones and his heart slowed. It was as if he'd knew he'd be safe with her now. As if she was going to be his saviour. "I think so." Hobi coughed out. She helped him stand slowly.

"Ok, my place isn't far." Hikari said. He groaned as they started moving. She saw more blood pouring from his side and she knew he'd been shot. "I'm gonna take care of you I promise." Hikari mumbled to herself. Her heart was pounding in her chest. He felt familiar to her. She couldn't explain it but he seemed like he was very important to her.

She made him take hold of her with both arms as she unlocked the door. "Come in." Hikari said knowing she had to. He groaned as she took him in and eased him into a chair at first. She got a sheet and threw it on the couch then laid him down.

"Shit!" Hobi growled and grabbed her hand tightly. She took his arm and knelt down. He was sweating and panting hard. When he let go she went into action. She put up her hair and gathered her things. When she turned on more light she froze.

Her eyes ran over the man on her couch and licked her lips. "Are you human or vampire?" Hikari asked tentatively. He watched her as she looked at him worriedly. "I don't care I just need to know so I can help properly." Hikari assured him.

He licked his lips and sighed. "Vampire." Hobi groaned as a wave of pain hit. As she disappeared he sat up yelling in pain. She ran in and eased him back down.

"Please stay laying down, I was coming back." Hikari smiled softly. She moved his hair and he took her hand again. This time her hand tingled at his touch. His hand was warm and she looked at his eyes again. As he let go she felt cold.

He closed his eyes as he laid on her pillow. In an instant he was engulfed by her scent. It was familiar to him somehow but also different. She smelt of sandalwood and lavender. She was back in a flash, as she knelt to him now. "I have to take your shirt off." Hikari said.

"Hoseok." Hobi murmured. She nodded as she dabbed at his flushed face. "Call...Hobi." Hobi panted. She stroked his hair and smiled softly.

"My name's Hikari, it's nice to meet you Hobi." Hikari said softly. His white blonde hair caught the light and it looked like eerie as he'd run his fingers through it with blood on them.

He looked into her eyes and she gasped already seeing the deep crimson creeping in. "I'm going to take your shirt off so I can see the wound better." Hikari said. She did and looked at the wound as she gently cleaned it. She gasped and he saw her eyes go to a deeper green. "Shit." Hikari cursed.

She got up and ran to the kitchen. "Hikari!" Hobi moaned as he grabbed the couch. She ran back in holding something.

"Hobi I have to get it out, I don't know how you're even alive." Hikari breathed. He could tell she was both upset and pissed off. "This is going to hurt and you have to strip, I'll wash your clothes." Hikari said. She sat in a chair next to him. He saw the tears she was trying to hide and he saw worry too. This woman was worried for him.

"I need to feed." Hobi panted hard. She put her hands on his chest pressing him down. He felt her trembling and he took her hands. "It will help, please." Hobi pleaded. He cupped her cheek and she sighed softly. He felt her pull away and lock eyes with him.

"No, the bullet is what's making you bleed, if you feed you'll die." Hikari said forcefully. He closed his eyes and nodded. She helped him take off his jeans and shoes. As she turned back to him she froze. He was slight but muscular. She would say he had a dancers build which fit so well for him.

"See something you like, Human!" Hobi snapped. She blushed and looked away. Her face twisted into a frown as soon as she felt he couldn't see her. He'd hurt her just now and he hadn't meant to.

"This is going to be cold, I'm sorry." Hikari said softly. It was as if he'd slapped her. She washed around the wound more and he flinched a little. She looked up at him through her long lashes and her heart stopped beating. More crimson had crept into his vision. If they went red completely she was in trouble.

"Hurry." Hobi growled. She nodded and looked at the wound more. She picked up the tool she brought back from the kitchen and then looked at him.

"Take a deep breath." Hikari command. He did and she put the tool and her fingers in the wound grabbing the bullet.

He grabbed the couch and her thigh at the same time. "Fuck." Hobi growled through gritted teeth. He felt his fangs throbbing which wasn't good. His eyes were screwed shut which was a good thing.

"Got it!" Hikari squealed happily. She looked at him as she dropped the tool and the bullet in the pan. She had time to register his eyes opening and hearing herself gasp before she was on the couch, under him. "Hoseok." Hikari breathed.

His eyes had been a beautiful amber when she met him. But as he looked at her now they were redder than anything she'd ever seen. She couldn't study them now because he was sinking his fangs into her neck.

On instinct her hands went to his hair and his bicep. Her eyes slid shut as her body trembled against his. He felt bigger now, as if the man she'd seen before was twice as big now. Her hand dyed his white blonde hair redder. The moment he bit her was painful but now it had been replaced with heat and pure pulsing pleasure.

As he pulled from her he saw her eyes water. "Hikari are you alright?" Hobi asked softly. He was ashamed of how he'd grabbed her and held her down as he fed from her. His hand that was in her hair had left her silken tresses to end up on her other hip, as he still held her down. He'd used her like she was a blood bag.

"Hobi are you ok?" Hikari whispered. She looked up at him with such kindness. He felt her hands still on his biceps. She'd stopped trembling and he just felt so ashamed again.

"I'm sorry." Hobi finally breathed. He stood up and hit his knees by the couch. She was with him in seconds

He wasn't sure if she was human with how fast she moved. "I used you." Hobi whispered.

She cupped his cheek and he looked at her in awe. "I knew you'd need to feed, Hoseok and it's ok." Hikari said softly.

He shook his head as if clearing the cobwebs out of his mind. " I need to go, if they find me here they'll hurt you." Hobi said. His body had other ideas though. It betrayed him as he fell forward into her. "Damnit." Hobi breathed. She giggled softly and sat him against the couch.

"I have immunity from hunters, since I work at a hospital and I specialize in vampires." Hikari said. He just blinked at her as she put her hand on his. "I'm ok Hobi, you sleep now." Hikari said.

Hikari giggled as she sat him back on the couch looking at him after she changed the sheet. Seeing the light catch his white blonde hair made her heart flutter, it fit with his beautiful piercing amber eyes.

Hobi looked at the woman kneeled before him. Her deep forest green eyes and her long dirty blonde hair. It was curly and it made it seem shorter than it was and he remembered how it felt between his fingers. His gaze travieled to his mark on her neck. "Hikari, do you know what that mark means?" Hobi asked as he closed his eyes.

"Shh sleep ok, you're safe here." Hikari whispered as she wrapped him up. She took his clothes to the laundry room and emptied his pockets laying his stuff in a little basket. Then she started the washer. On her way through the living room she put the basket by the couch and looked at him already asleep.

As she stepped out of the shower she sighed, thinking about how good it was gonna be to have the next few days off. She laid on her bed and read the words she'd kept locked in her heart since the day she got them. "Wish you were here. Wish on a star for me." She drifted off to sleep thinking about the little boy she'd known all those years ago.

"Hikari....stop...please..." Hobi panted in his sleep. She sat up with a start and ran out to him feeling his cheeks and forehead.

"Shit." Hikari cursed. She got a cold wash cloth and laid it to his forehead.

"Hikari." Hobi breathed. His amber eyes met her forest green ones and they both froze.

He looked so out of it. "I need to get a few things from where I work, so I'm gonna move you to the guest room, can you walk?" Hikari asked softly.

"Not on my own." Hobi groaned. She helped him sit up and stroked his hair. "Don't go." Hobi breathed as he allowed himself to lean into her neck.

"Shh I have to go if I don't you'll die and I don't want you too." Hikari breathed. He looked up at her through his lashes and she smiled.

"Just a vampire." Hobi groaned and she took his hand. She had no idea why but she knew that wasn't true. He wasn't just a vampire, not to her anyway. She stroked his hair more and then helped him stand. "Shit." Hobi breathed. She took him to the guest room and then got his stuff.

"I'll be back as soon as I can." Hikari said. She got ready and looked in on him after seeing him resting. "I'll save you, Hobi." Hikari whispered softly. She went to the hospital and got what she needed then went home.

"Hikari!" Hobi growled out. She ran to him seeing him up and leaning on the wall. She grabbed him and they ended up on the floor him on top of her. "I told you not to go!" Hobi scolded.

She framed his face and he saw it then. "I had too, I told you that you're not just another vampire and I meant it." Hikari said forcefully. He touched her hands and she shivered against him.

"Don't do that again, people could hurt you." Hobi said. She laid her forehead to his. "Hikari say it!" Hobi demanded.

"I won't." Hikari challenged and helped him up. "This is for you and you'll have to take it every few hours and I've got blood too." Hikari said. He looked at her and she sighed. "I'm gonna wash out your hair too come on." Hikari said helping him to the kitchen.

She sat him in the chair and put the pan under his head. Then she eased his head back. "I'm gonna warm up the water." Hikari said. He sat up and looked at her.

"You don't have to do this." Hobi said.

"I want to, you kinda remind me of someone I knew." Hikari said. She hadn't meant to say that last part but it was out there now.

"Did you lose him?" Hobi asked softly. She turned and really looked at him. He reminded her so much of the sweet little boy she knew. The way his eyes seemed to dance in the light and his white blonde hair suited him like it was his natural color.

"In a way." Hikari answered sadly. He took her hand and she licked her lips as his fingers slid into hers like puzzle pieces. "His name was Hoseok too, my mom worked with his on the counsel, and one day they had to leave because his dad had been replaced." Hikari said. It was like it was just waiting on her tongue to come babbling out like a stream.

He looked up at her and she sighed forcing a smile. "Was he a vampire like me?" Hobi asked. She nodded and bit her bottom lip.

"Yes, but I didn't care all I cared about was my sunshine and how he could always make me feel better." Hikari said. Hobi stood up and boxed her into the corner between the stove and sink.

"You never heard from him?" Hobi asked his heart beat sky rocketing. She saw the red start to creep into his vision. She laid a trembling hand on his chest feeling his heart rate spiking. He met her gaze feeling her trembling her pulse in his heart.

"Only once." Hikari squeaked. He closed his eyes and gripped the counter beside her hips harder making an indent of his hands. She put both hands on his cheeks. "Hoseok, look at me you must calm down if your heart rate spikes again you'll pass out." Hikari said forcefully.

He looked at her and she audibly gasped as what stared at her now was pure amber. The gold's and greens mixed with the deep brown was mesmorizing. "What was it, I have to know Hikari, please." Hobi pleaded as he leaned into her.

If she said post card then it was her, he'd found her again. He'd missed her like mad for all these years and now here she was when he needed her most. "It was a post card of the night sky with the words Wish you were here..." Hikari said softly.

"Wish on a star for me." Hobi finished. She froze and then laughed. She looked up at him and he stopped breathing.

Her eyes were so sad and so deep, he wanted to explore how'd they look blown out with lust. "You went to my room, you saw the post card." Hikari accused. The fire she now had made her eyes shimmer with heat and it was so sexy. She'd grown up and somehow become more beautiful than the little girl he'd known.

He put his hand on her cheek and she shivered. "I don't even know where the bathroom is, Hikari it's me, your Hobi." Hobi said. She moved his hand away and turned around to face the sink. She turned on the water and waited for it to warm up. The silence was awkward and it felt so wrong.

His arms went around her waist slowly and he leaned into her. "Hobi." Hikari breathed. He nuzzled behind her ear and she shivered again.

"Yes." Hobi said as his eyes slid shut. Her scent was intoxicating, the calming lavender fit her along with the deep earthy scent of sandalwood. "I'll tell you anything." Hobi offered.

"Why didn't you send me anything but the post card, why didn't you stay in contact?" Hikari babbled and turned to look at him. His eyes were such a pure amber she felt mesmerized by them again.

"My father spear headed the councils decision to open up to humans and he was killed for it, I and mom had to disappear I hated not knowing what happened to you, I never thought I'd see you....Hikari I've never stopped thinking about you." Hobi admitted.

"Hobi I'm so sorry, I had no idea I shouldn't have been so selfish you...you owed me no explanation." Hikari breathed as tears fell now. She felt so ashamed, he'd lost so much and she was thinking he just stopped caring.

"Kari, I can't believe how beautiful you are." Hobi said. Her head snapped up and he caressed her cheek with the back of his hand.

"No one has ever called me that but you, it really is you." Hikari breathed as more tears ran down her cheeks. He brushed them away and laid his forehead to hers.

"Shh, don't cry like this I'm just a vampire remember." Hobi laughed. She buried her head in his chest as she hugged him tightly. He stroked her hair and shoulders. "I can't believe my wish came true I have my Hikari back." Hobi said.

Her head came up and he framed her face tenderly. "Hoseok." Hikari breathed. He laughed a little and wobbled as his legs threatened to give out. She eased him to the chair and he pulled her into his lap. "I've missed you terribly." Hikari said. He leaned up and kissed her softly. Her hands went to his hair as he pulled her chest flush with his.

Days fell into the march of time as days do and became weeks. Then in the blink of an eye they became months. He'd been gone for a little bit and when he came back he had a surprise for her.

"Camping!?" Hikari asked as she leaned up on his chest. She'd had a long day and when he showed up again he made it better. Now as they laid in bed it was heaven.

"You have time off and need some time away, plus your neighbors have to be sick of hearing you scream my name." Hobi teased. She laughed and kissed him deeply.

"Speaking of screaming your name, have you been with anyone?" Hikari asked softly. As she took his hand lacing their fingers together.

"Me? What about you gorgeous?!" Hobi said playing with her hair. She buried her head in his chest laughing. "If you have and it makes you laugh that's not a good sign." Hobi chuckled.

She kissed his neck and shoulder. "No one." Hikari said. He leaned up on his elbows and kissed her throat then her collar bone. "I promise." Hikari shivered against him.

He nuzzled her neck. "I believe you, Kari." Hobi said. She pulled back and caressed his cheek leaning into his neck. He sighed and rolled them over so he was laying on her chest. She played with his hair as they drifted off to sleep.

As they set up the tent Hobi smiled at her. She was so beautiful to him and that's all that mattered. Her short dirty blonde hair was up in a pony tail and it allowed him to get a look at her graceful neck. The way it looked now he could so easily sink his fangs into her and use her as a blood bag. He turned from her and took deep breaths.

"Hobi, are you ok baby?" Hikari asked as she put the stake in the ground. "Shit!" Hikari breathed. The smell of blood hit his senses like a tidal wave. He turned and she stopped breathing seeing the red in his eyes start to pulse with his heart beat.

"Run!" Hobi growled. His whole demeanor changed in a split second. She saw his body change as well he looked bigger and deadlier. She wrapped a rag around her hand as she ran.

He tried to breath easily as her scent faded from his space, but it didn't work. Like a great white shark he could find her just by the smell of her blood. As she ran she heard this unnatural growl and knew he was chasing her. She leaned against a tree needing to find a stream to wash her hand and arm to see what happened.

"You can't out run me, little one!" Hobi called. She knew he was right but what was so unnerving was that his words excited her. Him chasing her was actually arousing her more than anything else.

She should be scared out of her mind.... shouldn't she?

She took off not realizing that he was behind her stalking her. She knew he was out there but not as close as he was. He could have caught her but no, tonight he he wanted to play.

As soon as she found the stream she stuck her arm into it. She sucked in a breath in pain as the water hit her palm and forearm. "Fuck." Hikari hissed. She looked at the gash going up her arm. "Shit, this needs stitches." Hikari said.

He licked his lips his fangs pulsing everytime he thought about her arm. She cleaned out the rag and wrapped it around her arm again. As she stood the breeze caught her hair, and it blew around her face as it freed itself from the band she had it in.

Just the thought of her blood made him hard. "Where are you my lamb?" Hobi called. She took off running and hid behind this huge white oak tree. She thought she heard him pass her, when she was sure she could run to the tent she took off.

She started rubbing toward the tent and he pounced on her. He pinned her to a tree yanking the rag off licking her blood from her arm. "Your blood tastes so damn good, Kari!" Hobi groaned. He looked up at her and she was panting.

He attached his lips to hers. She ran her hands into his hair gripping the soft short strands. His tongue lapped at hers coaxing it out to play. She moaned into his mouth and he yanked her shirt open.

He pinned her hands above her head his crimson gaze burning into hers. "Good girl, now stay still my little blood bag." Hobi whispered before he sank his fangs into her neck.

"Hoseok." Hikari moaned. He groaned as he ground his pelvis into hers gripping her head and her wrists holding her to the tree. His body pulsed and grew bigger under her hands. They gripped at his shirt needing to feel his soft hard skin under her fingers.

He pulled back and licked his mark closing the holes. "I need you now!" Hobi breathed. She kissed him passionately thrusting her tongue into his mouth.

"Take me!" Hikari said. He caressed her cheek smiling. He put her on her feet and she took his shirt off kissing his heart. She looked up and he smirked as he took hers off and ripped her bra off. His lips attached to her nipple as he laid her down. "Hobi!" Hikari breathed. He flicked her nipple and she gripped his hair.

He took her jeans and panties off as he kissed and licked down her body. She moaned out as he sank his fangs into her thigh. "Hoseok!!" Hikari screamed. He put her legs over his shoulders and used his hands on her belly to keep her pinned. Her back arched and she whimpered in pleasure.

His lips wrapped around her clit as he suckled slowly at first. She moaned and gripped his hair. He flicked her clit once and she gasped as his crimson gaze met hers. Her head fell back as his eyes closed. "Gonna make you feel so good Hikari!" Hobi whispered in her ear. She opened her eyes and blinked at him.

"How?" Hikari breathed. He smirked and started sucking on her neck. She whimpered in pleasure as she gripped his biceps. "You feel so good." Hikari breathed. He laughed and slid his hand down her body.

"You're gonna be screaming my name all night!" Hobi said. She gasped as his fingers slid inside her and her back arched. He kissed and nibbled on her neck as his fingers slid in and out of her. She moaned louder with each thrust as her hips rode his hand. His thumb played and flicked her clit now.

The knot in her belly grew until she was a whimpering, moaning mess for him. He kissed her softly as his fingers hit her g spot for the last time she came hard. "Ho...Hoseok!" Hikari cried out.

He smirked at her as she lay panting on the ground. She pulled him against herself and kissed him passionately. He moved over her pulling back only a whisper as he caressed her cheek. "You're such a good girl, cumming for me like that making the whole forest know you're mine." Hobi whispered in her ear. She gasped as he licked his mark.

"You know what it means?" Hobi groaned as he spread her legs. She did the rest and fit them together like two puzzle pieces connecting. His hands rested on her thighs as he looked at her.

The blood moon rose high into the sky bathing them both in crimson light. He looked up at the moon and froze. "Hoseok?" Hikari asked. He looked at her and had a flash of her in a blood red gown laying beneath him.

He blinked as she ran her hands up his arms. When he looked back at her she was smiling, as she pulled him to her. He nuzzled around her breasts and nibbled slowly. "It feels so good!" Hikari breathed. Her eyes started glowing as he thrust inside her.

"Mine!" Hobi growled and grabbed her wrists pinning them above her head. She arched and mewled in pleasure as he ground against her g spot. He growled and bit her again feeling her around his fangs and his cock made him high almost. She matched his thrusts with her own.

"Yours!" Hikari moaned. Her eyes rolled in pleasure more when he bit her. His name fell from her lips like a chant as he gave her so much pleasure. Her body was pushed to it's breaking point. His hands lifted her hips as he drove himself into her once more gliding over her g spot one last time. "Hoseok!" Hikari screamed writhing under him.

"Hikari!" Hobi yelled into the moon as he filled her. She laid there shaking against him as they came down from their euphoric trance. He laid on her chest panting with her. She carded her fingers through his white blonde hair now. He looked up and she smiled.

"You feel like heaven." Hobi whispered as he kissed her long and slow holding her close. She gasped as he roll them to their sides and started slowly moving against her. He kissed and licked her neck as he played with her nipples, his other hand played with her clit.

"Fuck, Hobi!" Hikari breathed as she gave into him more. He smirked and nuzzled behind her ear. She grabbed his hand playing with her clit as she ground her ass backwards on him. "This feels so good." Hikari moaned.

He chuckled and sucked her ear lobe making her moan louder. He felt her tighten on him and grab his wrist tighter as well. "Good girl, fuck yes cum for me right now!" Hobi commanded in her ear. She shivered and moaned.

Her head fell to his shoulder and her eyes locked on the moon. "Hobi!" Hikari screamed as she came again. He kept thrusting through her orgasm and she came again. He didn't let up until she came more like he was crazied. She was chanting his name as he filled her.

"Hikari." Hobi whispered as he kissed her neck. He held her against his chest stroking her body. Her eyes closed as he kissed her shoulder. "Tell me you understand." Hobi whispered. She looked up at the moon and then she saw his eyes just as crimson as the moon above them.

"The mark on my neck means you've claimed me as your mate forever." Hikari said and kissed his palm. "And I can't wait until to see your mom again, to be welcomed into your family." Hikari said. He wrapped her up in his shirt and him arms.

"You do know who I am don't you?" Hobi asked softly. He would have to wait for her answer as a howl split the night. He moved so fast she had to grab him to steady herself. "Let's go!" Hobi said as they started running.

They were almost to the tent when they were in circled by wolves. She held him close and he growled at the leader of the pack. Just then the leader stopped and stood up on his hind legs and changed into a man.

He had short dark brown hair. Eerie yellow brown eyes that cooled to a deep bark brown. His very kissable lips turned into a huge boxy smile. "Hobi-Hyung, how are you?" Taehyung smiled and hugged Hobi. Hikari giggled at them and smiled as he hugged one of his best friends.

"This is Hikari, the woman I told you about." Hobi introduced happily. She smiled and put out her hand, only to have Taehyung hug her tightly.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Hikari, I'm so glad Hyung found you again." Taehyung said. She smiled and nodded as tears sprang to her eyes.

"I'm so glad I found him again too." Hikari said softly. Taehyung let her go and they smiled as she went into their tent.

"She's gorgeous, Hyung you're so lucky." Taehyung said. Hobi blushed a little and put his hand on the back of his neck. Hikari came back out and went to Hobi taking his hand. "You two are protected here, we'll leave you to be alone." Taehyung said.

They watched him and his pack leave and Hobi kissed her hand. "Do you know who I am?" Hobi asked tentatively. She caressed his cheek as his eyes met hers they were his normal amber eyes.

"I know you're a prince Hoseok, I've always known and I never cared about that." Hikari said. He kissed her long and slow. "I love you Hoseok." Hikari said.

"I love you so much Hikari and I can't wait until you see mom again." Hobi smiled as they say down. He laid his head in her neck and they talked.

They stayed through the blood moon and when it was over and they returned to her house they did so as a mated couple. "It's nice to have you again, Hoseok." Hikari said.

"It's nice to be able have you in my arms again Hikari." Hobi said smiling at her. She kissed him long and slow holding him closer to herself than ever. He held her against himself wrapping her in his arms.

@alternateafterthought ​ @demonslunacy ​ @scuzmunkie ​ @alexnine @dolphinpink310 @soulofaravenheartofawolf @lauri3strode ​ @adriennegabriella ​ @ladylucksposts @briqueenofthenorth ​ @2sweetqueen ​ @meremaidqueen ​ @susanleann1 ​ @bjjackson38 @ariana-winchester95 ​ @loveyoongles @saymynamewithluv

[rosella-writes]

writing tag game

Thank you so much for the tag @noire-pandora, @kittynomsdeplume, @melisusthewee and @emerald-amidst-gold <3

Whoooo boy, here we go.

How many works do you have on AO3?

17, but quite a few are just one-shots. I only have a couple long-fics, mostly because my poor ADHD brain is cruel to me.

What’s your total AO3 word count?

190,052, but if I hadn't orphaned my old (and embarrassing) Skyrim and Sherlock fanfics it'd probably be closer to 300,000.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

honey just put your sweet lips on my lips - 579

i couldn't whisper when you needed it shouted - 56

a fuller feeling (a brighter burst) - 54

Eunoia - 40

i'd wanna be felled by you, held by you (fuel the pyre of your enemies) - 39

(And to be perfectly honest, my most popular fic is by far my worst. I spend so much more time carefully crafting for Eunoia than I do anything else, but the little following it's picked up has made it worth more to me than all the kudos and comments on "honey.")

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

I do! I used to be terrible about it, mostly because the vast majority of comments I once got was hate (I wrote for a weirdly unpopular wlw pairing). Now I make it a point to respond to every single one when I can, even the short ones, to thank them for taking the time. It means so much.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

It was a drabble for the r/dragonage writing thread, actually! The premise was a font in the Black Emporium that would show your OC the outcome of a decision made differently. I wrote Eliana Lavellan from Eunoia discovering what would have happened if she'd fought with Solas in Crestwood until he told her the truth... and its outcome was worse than the timeline where he left her and kept his secret. You can read it here (it's about 1200 words, nice and short).

What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

My various Solavellan pairings don't get happy endings. Evelyn Lavellan was more of a narrative tool to explore Solas with, so her ending was cut short. Eliana doesn't have her ending yet, but it will be bitter and painful. My happiest ending was for my Bella/Rosalie pairing for Twilight - Bella became a vampire and lived happily ever after with her wife.

Do you write crossovers? If so what is the craziest one you’ve written?

I don't, unfortunately! Since my days on tumblr and FFNet, S*perWh*L*ck left a terrible taste in my mouth when it came to crossovers. I'd be open to it one day if I can find fandoms chill enough.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

As I previously mentioned, yes. In my Bella/Rosalie fic, I made it a point for Rosalie to love all the parts of Bella that weren't conventionally beautiful. My Bella is also a dark-skinned black woman, and the intersection of racism, colorism, and misogyny where it concerns attractiveness was something I thought worth including because I didn't see enough of it in fic. I wanted to highlight all the things that don't get enough attention or are actively reviled, like hyperpigmentation, stretch marks, natural hair, soft bellies, areolas and vulvas that aren't perfectly symmetrical or small, pubic hair and armpit hair and little hairs around nipples - things that I love about AFAB people! I got a lot of comments on my smut chapters calling Bella disgusting, or me nasty for choosing to include those traits. I deleted every single one.

Do you write smut? If so what kind?

So much. I love exploring pairings or power dynamics that people wouldn't necessarily consider, like a strong female warrior Lavellan domming Solas, or Solas topping Blackwall. I wanted to show a black woman in an interracial relationship with a white woman where she got to be soft and loved gently, where she got to be quiet, bookish, and looked after instead of expected to be the loud, strong stereotype that we pin black women into. I wanted to show the power of masculinity in an elven mage who loves a warrior woman (Solas/Cass), or the nurturing side of domming in a relationship between a pan giant and a bisexual elf (Iron Bull/Solas).

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of, tbh. I turn up to fandoms a decade late, so usually by the time I get any traction the fic-stealers have done their dirty work and leave me alone.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

I haven't! I hope to one day write a fic in Greek for my best friend, though. They deserve to read about Solas in their mother-tongue.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nope, but have done some plotting with aforesaid Greek friend.

What’s your all-time favorite ship?

Solavellan, absolutely. Any variation, honestly - I've loved m!Solavellan, f!Solavellan, as well as any variation including nonbinary, trans, or other interpretation of the relationship. Solas sees and loves the spirit, and I love the idea that its vessel doesn't matter so much to him. I headcanon him as a he/him agender bisexual, for what it's worth.

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

I've technically marked i couldn't whisper when you needed it shouted as complete, but it cuts off right before Adamant and was intended to be a full Solavellan story. However, I just didn't care for my rogue f!Lavellan OC very much, and didn't think she matched Solas well. I developed an OC that I enjoyed writing much better and rolled with it. So, I'm sorry Evelyn Lavellan, but your story is frozen with the two of you happy in bed. Solas will never break up with her so long as I don't write that part, right?

What are your writing strengths?

I love dialogue and crafting character voices! Getting a comment that I've managed to portray a favorite character so well that they can hear their voice in their head as they read? Priceless.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Exposition vs description. I want to show instead of tell, but developing the right environment for a scene can be tough for me. It's so much easier to write that the characters are cold and the ground is wet than to wax poetic about dripping leaves and frosty air. But I'm working on it.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I'm obsessed with it. I love little bits sprinkled through that make sense with context, and culturally speaking it would feel wrong not to sometimes! I'm also the type of person that's always been obsessed with languages, and instead of becoming fluent in one I've learned a smattering of a whole lot. So any opportunity to sneak in some French, Welsh, German when it makes sense? I'm taking it. And don't even get me started on Elvhen or Qunlat because I will sprinkle that shit like biodegradable glitter.

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Okay I'm gonna flout this question and just write my fandoms in order:

Sherlock (circa 2010 - 2014)

Skyrim (2016)

Twilight (obsessed from 2005 - 2010 but didn't write for it until 2019 or 2020 when Midnight Sun released)

Dragon Age (March 2021 and easily the most fanfic I've ever written ever)

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

My favorite one to write was probably i'd wanna be felled by you, but my favorite to reread is Eunoia. It's most likely the most honest, least presumptuous thing I've ever written, and it's easily the longest thing I've ever attempted. I'm very proud of it.

As far as tagging goes, I've been very rude lately with it by tagging people late in the day, or tagging folks that I haven't tagged before, and am still refiguring out tumblr etiquette (since I haven't been here since the days of the skeleton war and the Mishapocalypse lmao), so presume if you see this you're tagged to participate. With no expectations nor pressure, though, I'll tag @dreadfutures, @varric-tethras-editor and @blarfkey if they'd like. <3

[nataliedanovelist]

GF - Everything

For @lemonfodrizzleart, featuring her oc, Jackie Asante. I hope you like it, sweetie! The comic that inspired the first half can be found here.

~~~~~~~~~~

Stan gave his girl an impressed look when she downed another shot of tequila and she asked for her second blue pineapple margarita. He brought his second jug of Angry Orchard up to his lips, reminiscing on the brown sugar that laced the rim of the glass, his eyes up at one of the many TVs playing different ball games. Stan was drawn into a football game and he winced with a smile as one guy got tackled by seven different guys, so close to a touchdown.

Jackie gave her guy a soft smile as he let the heavy glass land on the wooden bar with a quiet clunk. He looked very handsome right now, relaxed, sitting back in his chair while watching the game, the soft bar lights highlighting his beautiful features, like his soft brown eyes and matching mullet, his contagious smile. Sure he only sported worn jeans, a dirty white t-shirt, and a maroon jacket that look like it had been through the mill, but to Jackie he looked like a million bucks.

The bartender scooped up Stan’s first empty jug and asked, “‘Nother round?”

Stan shrugged casually. It was pretty late, the two coming in after a long day, so he guessed he could handle another pair before heading back to the motel. “Sure, why not?”

The bartender nodded, finished Jackie’s rita, slid it to her, and then quickly fetched two jugs and dunked the rims in a small bowl of sugar before filling it with beer. Thank Moses for Happy Hour, Every Hour. She dropped off the two glasses and asked, “Anythang else, lovelies?”

“Nope.” Jackie answered after the two exchanged looks and she happily munched on a tortilla chip spooning salsa with extra hot sauce mixed in.

The bartender smiled and let the most sober of everyone in the bar do as they please; it was pretty late and this odd but adorable couple had come in just a few minutes ago, so while others should probably be cut off these love birds were fine for a few more drinks.

Jackie and Stan were close, but not close enough. Jackie looked at her boyfriend’s toned body again and desperately wanted to feel it, be closer, so she leaned towards him, resting her head on his shoulder, and Stan smiled and wrapped his arm around her. Jackie was grateful he was looking at the escalating football game, so he couldn’t see the stupid grin on his face.

Stan privately considered himself pretty damn lucky. Not only had he been in a town for five days without making enemies (a new record), and he actually had enough money for a room and he didn’t have to sleep in his car, but he had an amazing woman on him who not only wanted to be around him, but was willing to go anywhere in order to do so. Jackie didn’t have to travel with him across states, looking for something and nothing all at the same time, but she did. One day Stan would make it up to her. One day he would actually manage to not be a screw-up and buy her a house and her own car and give her kids and whatever else she wanted.

Unfortunately, natured called and Stan had to stretch and have Jackie sit up. “Bathroom.”

“K’.” Jackie grinned as he snuck a quick kiss on her cheek before leaving her alone, but her smile was soon gone.

Stan felt a little colder with her gone from his hip, and as he washed his hands he thought that maybe they should finish their drinks, pay the bartender, and go back to the motel so he could hold her and show her how much she meant to her, however she wanted him to. Stan grinned in the mirror at the idea and emerged from the bathroom just in time to have the color in his face drain and his heart stop at a horrifying scene.

Jackie was facing a man much bigger and bulkier than her (even a little bigger than Stan), and she punched him in the face, leaving a bruise on his face. Stan wanted to be proud, but the guy was way bigger than her and could hurt her. “JACKIE, NO!”

Jackie tried to land another punch, but her wrist was grabbed to stop her, and in retaliation the guy punched her in the face.

Stan saw red. He didn’t need context or to know what had happened for this whole mess to even occur. He didn’t care. Somebody had punched his girl.

Stan charged across the room and just as Jackie kneed the guy in the balls and shoved him away, that left an opening for Stan to pounce on him and go ham. All those years of boxing practice were paying off as he wailed on the guy left and right in the face, over the jerk as he laid on the floor and kicked Stan off of him.

In an instant, Stan spun, grabbed Jackie’s hand, and ran out of the bar with her as fast as they could for the Stanmobile, which soon made screeches against the concrete and sped away.

After a few breaths in the passenger’s seat, Jackie looked over at the conman driving and she knew her instincts were correct. The dead-pan look on his face, how tightly he held onto the wheel, the anger fuming from his spirit. He was mad. And Jackie wasn’t stupid, she knew who he was mad at. So she crossed her arms over her chest and watched the world outside zoom by.

At the motel room, Stan pulled out the first aid kit from his suitcase and pointed to the bed. “Sit.” His voice was low and cold, but not completely harsh, which was a good sign.

Jackie plopped down at the foot of the bed and Stan knelt before her, eye-level to get a good look at her face. She had a bruise forming under her eye. It was a little bit swollen, but it could have been much worse. No cuts or torn skin, which was good, so Stan walked off for the bathroom and ran a washcloth under some cool water, then came back and started to clean up the eye. Jackie closed her eyes, both as a sign of her discomfort, but to make Stan’s job a little easier.

This wasn’t the first time Jackie had gotten into a fight, and Stan knew exactly what she had been fighting about.

Jackie had her arms crossed over her blue t-shirt covered chest, silent and waiting for the lecture. Usually Jackie would let Stan rant until he was done and then make a snappy remark that would end his argument, but tonight Jackie was angry. Not like Stan was, fuming and growling and shaking. She was an icy kind of angry, the cold, distant kind of angry. (Stan was painfully reminded how that was the kind of angry his brother got.) Jackie made up her mind that tonight she was gonna say something, and she was begging for her boyfriend to pick a fight.

After cleaning her up and helping the swelling go down, Stan tossed the damp washcloth aside and stood. Here we go. “Jackie, you can’t keep gettin’ into fights!”

Jackie quit looking down at the ugly carpet and she snapped back. “He was talking shit!”

“So what?!” Stan yelled back. He had heard what that guy was spitting behind his back while he watched the game. And, believe it or not, he had chosen not to make a big deal about it. Not with Jackie there. “I hear that shit all the time! Don’t fuckin’ fight for me!”

That only made Jackie more pissed. “Well excuse me for giving a shit about you, Stan!” She screeched. “I can handle a fight, especially when they diss you!”

Jackie was startled when Stan grabbed her by her shoulders, but rather than shake her or yell at her like other men might, she was even more alarmed when his head was bowed and his whole body was quivering. The little fire inside of him was slowly dying due to lack of fuel. Jackie opened her mouth to ask him what was wrong, but his voice stopped her, meek and quiet and desperate to be heard.

“Jackie… please…” He looked up at her and Jackie’s face softened to find tears in the corner of his soft brown eyes. “I don’t wanna lose you, too.”

“Hey,” Jackie whispered and slowly brought her hands to his cheeks, cupping his strained, tired face. “Hey.” She cooed softly. “Stanley, you couldn’t lose me if you tried. You’re stuck with me.”

Stan snorted and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Good.”

Jackie smiled and gently pulled him closer. “C’mere.”

Stan crawled up onto the bed and laid down as Jackie leaned back, wrapping her arms around his shoulder and placing a hand in his hair. Stan hugged her around her waist, his ear over her heart and listening to the beautiful beat. He took in some deep breaths, trying to calm down, and it was easier with her breathing to copy.

Jackie had known for a while that Stan had a crippling fear of not only heights, but of losing what little he had. He never talked about his past, but from what little Jackie had picked up from the taboo subject, he had lost everything. He wasn’t like some where they never had anything. He was like her, both of whom once had something or everything, but it was now gone. At least Jackie walked away, chose to leave what she had; she got the impression that Stan didn't have a choice.

She kissed his soft mullet and began to comb it as she whispered, “Stanley, you’re not gonna lose me. Not ever.”

“I think I’d believe you if you’d quit gettin’ into fights, sweetheart.” He joked.

Jackie rolled her eyes and chuckled.

Stan’s smile dropped. “Seriously though, if anything happened to you…”

“I can look after myself.” Jackie reminded him.

“I know you can. But you don’t have to anymore.”

“Then let me look after you, too, okay?”

“I will, but there’s a difference between helpin’ me wake up with both kidneys and gettin’ hurt all for some nobody on the street.”

“Hey,” Jackie said, this time not as soft as before, a bit more firm. Stan was reminded of a stern warning a mother might give. “You’re not a nobody. You’re my everything.”

Stan’s hold tightened ever so slightly. “And you’re mine. Which is why I need you safe.”

Jackie took in a deep breath and let it out through her button nose. She knew Stan had a point. And it was only fair. After all he gave up boxing matches for cash when he came home bloody one night and reduced Jackie to tears. She had certainly noticed how less inclined he was to fight or get into serious trouble. Sure, he had no issue stealing toilet paper or scamming suckers for an extra buck, but his Colombian prison days were far behind him.

Jackie scratched his shoulder comfortably and whispered, “Alright. I promise, no more fights. Unless they swing first.” She added cheekily.

Stan laughed quietly into her chest and nodded. “Unless they swing first.”

Just as Stan had hoped for, they laid on that bed for hours and snuggled. A few minutes after their agreement, Jackie began to hum a soft song as she continually combed his hair with her fingers. Stan smiled drowsily and was more than happy to fall asleep in the arms of the woman he loved.

~~~~~~~~~~

The young couple left Pueblo, Colorado and stopped at a little motel in Moab, Utah. It was a little bit nicer than the last room, accompanied by a small balcony with a sliding glass door to a view of the rocky red mountains and an iron and board to go with it. These made for good, cheap laundry. Just a little air freshener on the clothes and a quick run-through with the iron and as long as it didn’t have a stain any piece of clothing was as good as new, a free way to do laundry without forking some money for some quarters and some soap.

It was Stan’s turn to do the laundry, and he did so only in his boxers, standing in front of the king-sized bed as Jackie was looking out the huge window that covered most of the wall opposite to the door.

“Lee, do you think I’m pretty?”

Stan nearly burned his fingers when he looked up from his work. He had enough sense to turn off the iron and not rest it on his shirt, but just enough. Her back was to him in a baggy t-shirt (that he probably stole from him) and faded pink yoga pants. Her reflection was in the glass window and Stan not only saw how depressingly she held her hands and gazed ahead, he realized Jackie’s attention wasn’t on the view.

“Babe, what do you see?” Stan asked gently.

Jackie snorted and shook her head. “Not much.”

“That’s not what I see.” He said firmly and left the ironing board to be with her, standing behind her and tenderly wrapping his arms around her so her hands were lightly trapped to her chest. “I see everything a man could ever want in a woman.” Jackie pressed her lips together and freed a hand to hold Stan’s. But he wasn’t done.

“Eyes so deep and dark you can get lost in ‘em, skin the color of mahogany and soft as satin, a body fit for a goddess.” Stan kissed her forehead, cheek, and then neck slowly, softly. And then joined her gaze at their reflection and smiled at what he saw. “Look how beautiful you are.”

Jackie looked away as she blinked furiously, but Stan wasn’t having it. “Look,” He whispered and gently lifted her head up with his finger to her chin. “Look how beautiful you are.”

Jackie forced her tears away and turned to face her man. “Lee…”

He only grinned and held up a finger. “Ah, ah.” Stan hurried to the TV, turned it on, and flicked on the All Jazz channel. Jackie grinned as he went back to her. “Am I lucky enough to dance with everything a man could ever want?”

“Stanley,” Jackie wrapped her arms around his chest, nuzzling the side of her face into Stan’s hairy body. Her throat was still tight. She forced herself to swallow as they swayed to the music and she managed to croak out, “I love you.”

Stan kissed the top of her head and smiled, rubbing her back and squeezing her shoulder. “I love you, too.”

[lowkeyaesthvtic]

Evil Karma - Chapter 7

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6

Word Count: 1,883

Summary: A quick look into Sofi’s past ends in a messy room

Pairings: OC x father!OUAT Peter Pan, poly!Harry x OC x poly!Uma

Rating: PG (no swear words but some angsty content)

Warnings: description of child death, mention/description of physical abuse, basically Peter Pan is an abusive douchebag and Sofi deserved much better

Tags: @hookedradge @descendantofthesparrow @curse-brekker @newtshairdryer @amityravenclawelf @kirbiejayhook

Author’s Note: Not gonna lie, I’m a bit nervous about this chapter. I just wanted to say that I take all kinds of abuse incredibly seriously and that it’s not something to be glamorized/romanticized. What Sofi endured from her father happens to people every single day and it’s for that reason that I proofread this a million times to make sure it was taken seriously. Also, if you need help or someone to talk to, my DMs are always open.

Ironically enough, I had fallen asleep shortly after telling Uma that it was something I didn’t usually partake in. Uma must have stayed awake, as when I woke up I was not lying on the chair that I was in before I had drifted off. The three of us now lay in a brown, mildly dusty bed with a thin blanket draping over us. Somehow, I had ended up in the middle once more. My arm was draped over Harry’s chest and my head rested gently in the nape of his neck, inhaling his scent with every breath I took. He smelled...different than usual. Rather than carrying the scent of crashing waves trying to tear a ship apart, he smelled like a ship calmly drifting through an even sea. His hair was just as messy as before, if not messier. He definitely was not a still sleeper. I could feel Uma behind me, dancing her fingers across my back, tracing circles and hook-like shapes as if I were her empty canvas. It felt nice, truthfully, but it was all so...new. “I bet you got this treatment all the time back on Neverland, didn’t you, Island girl?” I hear Uma mumble behind me. A small laugh huffs out in response.

“Nothing like this…” I could feel my voice drifting as I cast my mind back to the crowded island I once called home.

It all started off so wonder-filled. I was the second person to be born in Neverland rather than being taken there by the Shadow. People were still wondering how it all happened, my own father included. For the first eight years, I aged as regularly as any child would. Obviously, I don’t have much recollection of it, but one of the older boys once told me that I was relatively peaceful and I could make even my own father crack a smile. I wish I could go back to it all, just to remember it again. There was only one thing about my childhood that I could recite by heart.

Her name was Delilah. She was the first to be born on the island. Her mother fled home soon after, just as I believe my own mother had done. If the boys thought I was peaceful as a child, Delilah was an angel. Her skin was fair and practically blemish free apart from small brown freckles splattered across her nose and the apples of her cheeks. Her hair was not light enough to be called ‘blonde’ but nowhere near as dark as mine. I swear her smile could light up even the darkest regions of the Echo Caves. She made me want to be a better child. If Neverland were some kind of movie, she’d be the leading lady there to steal everybody’s hearts.

Even as young and naive as I was, I was rendered surprised when she was so eager to be friends with me. The first thing I remember hearing from her was her asking if I wanted to race her to the shoreline. “Last one to the beach is a crocodile!” She yelped out. She almost always won. Maybe because she was faster than me, maybe because I just loved seeing the smile on her face when she got there first. Either way, she was a winner. Soon, we started doing everything together. We’d eat together, swim in the ocean together, I had even persuaded my father to let us share a tent. From that night on, we were inseparable. The boys would try everything they could to get us to crawl out of our tent and hunt with them, but to no avail.

One night, a blistering storm came rushing through the island. Pan had commanded everyone to stay in their tent no matter what, promising that he would take care of dinner and anything else the boys needed to rest easy. Everyone quickly obeyed, knowing the dangers of the island’s angry rain. The only one I had yet to see come into their tent was Delilah. It worried me to my very core. When everybody had fallen asleep, I snuck out of my tent to look for her. I had climbed mountains and scoured the forest and even dug through the sand to find her. But, there was one place that I had yet to look. The Echo Caves encompassed the darkest area of the island. Delilah would tell me stories of how her mother went to the Echo Caves to steal pixie dust and fly home. From what the boys had told me about those caves, Delilah’s mother might not have been the only one. Boys had tried to fly from the Echo Caves, believing that the power of their homesickness would bring them home to their families. What nobody ever told me was what happened if they failed. I found that out myself when I found Delilah’s body bloodied and bruised at the edge of a cliff by the Echo Caves’ entrance. In her cold hand was a bottle with a letter inside.

“Dear Delilah,” it read. “I don’t know if you’ll ever see this, but if you do, you need to read this very carefully. Neverland is not the paradise you think it is. Your mother, your uncle Michael and I all ventured there as kids under that same belief. We didn’t want to grow up, either. But we started to miss home, your mother especially. Pan wouldn’t let her leave. That’s why you were born here. He’s a curse, Delilah, a demon that will do anything for power and control. Go to the edge of the Echo Caves and cut one of the vines, a black liquid will start coming out of it. Put the black liquid into this bottle but do NOT let it touch your skin. Then, when Pan is drinking, slip the liquid inside while he isn’t looking. After that, you’ll be able to do whatever you want. If you want to come home, write us a letter and seal it with a kiss. Your uncle Michael and I will come and get you along with anybody else you want to take. We love you, Delilah Darling. Be careful. Sincerely, your Uncle John.” It wasn’t until after I had read the letter that I saw the black liquid oozing from her wounds.

Since that night, I didn’t want to be young anymore. A part of me thought that if I could grow up, I could leave. The other part of me was telling me that if I didn’t grow faster, stronger, and smarter than I was as a child, I’d end up just like Delilah if not worse. At first, I followed the island’s logic. If you believe in it hard enough, it will come to you. I wished to grow up each and every night for what could have been years, but nothing happened. So, I did what I thought was the only thing left to do. I went to my father.

“Dad...can I ask you something?” I asked, quietly peering into his tent. He was drinking wine, a usual hobby for him. A husky scoff erupted in response.

“What is it, Sofia? You clearly see I’m busy with something.” He turned his chair around and faced me. I never realized it when I was younger, but he was always angry with me. Every time he looked at me or even said my name, there was a glint of rage in his eyes and in his voice.

“Well...I really want something. I’ve tried believing in it, like you’ve said, but I’ve been wishing for this for a really really long time and nothing has been happening.”

“Get on with it, child.”

“I...I wanna grow up. I don’t want to stay a child forever anymore. It’s scary.” Silence. He swiftly stood and towered over me, glaring down with a laugh so deep and sinister you’d think he was a tiger hunting its prey.

“You think eternal youth is..scary? You stupid child!” A burning pain arrive on my right cheek as his backhand sent me to the ground. “Do you have any idea how hard I work to keep this paradise for you and the boys? Now...you’ve come to tell me that you don’t want it? I should throw you to ocean and see which of the mermaids is fortunate enough to snatch you for lunch!” He turns back around and walks to a desk by his bed. At that moment, I didn’t know what to focus on. I didn’t know if I was going to live or die, but I was so scared that I couldn’t move to escape. The next time I saw his face, he had a tiny bottle in his hand filled with a purple shimmering liquid. “Fine...you want to grow up? Drink this, and you’ll be the only person on this island who won’t be young forever. But I’ll tell you now, dear Sofia, all magic comes with a price. If you don’t pay it like a good little girl, you’ll end up just like Delilah. You hear me?” He throws down the bottle with near enough force to break it. “Now pick up your waste of space potion and get out of my sight before I really give you something to be scared of!”

“Sofi..? Sofi? Sofi!” I was shaken back to reality by both Harry and Uma’s voices calling to me. By the time I was back in reality, the room we were in had been near completely trashed. My knuckles had become bloody and any glass surface in the room was shattered. Moments after coming back, my knees buckled and I collapsed to the floor. I didn’t want them to see me cry. Nobody is supposed to see me cry. Crying is a weakness and if you possess weaknesses, you won’t survive anywhere.

“Hey, duckling...it’s just us. Your dad’s dead, remember?” Harry leaned down and took one of my hands into his. They were big, veiny, strong..but somehow, in this time, they held such a gentle air to them. They were warm in a room that couldn’t be any colder. Then, it came to me.

“How much did you hear?” I tried to keep my voice strong and deep, but it couldn’t help but quiver and crack. There’s no way they would ever see me the same. “I’m not weak..I promise you I’m not weak-”

“We know, Sofi. We know. Honestly, you’re probably the strongest girl I’ve met. Next to myself, of course.” I let out a small laugh. She had a point. “We don’t know everything you’ve been through, Sofi. You don’t know everything we’ve been through, either. But if there’s one thing that I know, it’s that the three of us are the strongest this Isle has ever seen. Nothing from our past is going to change that. Okay?” I nodded my head and felt my breathing return to normal. Harry helped me up to my feet and walked me to a tall, dilapidated wardrobe.

“Let’s go ahead and get dressed. I think Lady Tremaine’s place is due for a quick robbing, don’t you, duckling?” I smirked and nodded my head.

“Let’s get into some trouble.”

“That’s my girl,” Uma replied as she placed a gentle kiss on my cheek.

[singingcookie]

Idk if it's okay to ask multiple things in one ask? If not, you can just pick one/some of these (I'll leave the choice up to you~): 001 - bnha | 002 - momojirou, izuocha | 003 - kaminari, hawks, tsuyu, jirou, uraraka, shigaraki, midoriya

Yeah that’s totally fine!! Though someone else did send me Izuocha (link) and bnha (link) in other asks, but I shall answer the rest here!! I’m gonna put it under a cut so it doesn’t take a million years to scroll past lol

I think I’m gonna do the characters you sent besides Uraraka and Deku, mostly because I talk about them all the time anyways. And the odds of someone else sending me those two are fairly high so on we go!! 

To kick things off, Momojirou!

002 | send me a ship and I will tell you:

when or if I started shipping it.

Y’know, I’m not really sure? It wasn’t anything in canon. I think it was just a piece of fanart that got me to consider it and I was like “hmmmm you have my attention…” about it afterwards lol

my thoughts:

I think they’re a really cute prospect! We already know that Momo’s helped Kyouka with studying for the final exams, and then Hori said in the Ultra Archive book that just came out that they’re sharing music with one another and they’re really close friends so!! I’d be more than down with this ship lol

What makes me happy about them:

They’re so different, but they’re eager to learn more about each other! That’s always something really cute…!

What makes me sad about them:

They’re not a very popular ship :/ I see a lot of fanart, but not much in the way of fics unless they’re just there like in the background primarily.

Things done in fanfic that annoys me:

They’re usually a background ship lmao

Things I look for in fanfic:

Give me them as the main focus and show me two girls who care about each other and I’m very sold lol

My kinks:

Errrr I really don’t have any lol

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other:

For Momo I think AwaseMomo is cute, so’s the concept of IidaMomo and maybe TodoMomo if you give me good build up. For Jirou I’d say I’d be down with Kamijirou and also no one talks about it but like…guys we’re all sleeping on Minajirou…

My happily ever after for them:

They get to be cute girlfriends during off time from Hero work. Jirou also writes rock music in her free time, and Momo loves get togethers to invite all of their friends over and listen to Jirou play.

Okay on to the people questions!!

003 | Give me a character & I will tell you

First and foremost, Kaminari!

How I feel about this character:

I really like Kaminari! He’s a huge goofball but he also really cares about his friends. And while he may not have the highest grades in the class, he seems to be really good at reading people! 

All the people I ship romantically with this character:

Kamijirou, ShinKami, KamiMina, KamiKiri… I’d be down with any of those tbh.

My non-romantic OTP for this character:

KamiSero. Bros man. Bros for life 

My unpopular opinion about this character:

I don’t think he’s quite as dumb as some parts of the fandom can portray him as though I think his classmates do over exaggerate it themselves similar to how fandom does

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:

Mostly I just hope we get him in more serious situations as the story continues? The only time we’ve seen him really get serious was during the license exam. And I just think it’d be nice to see him under a more serious kind of pressure now that he has better means of controlling his quirk.

My OTP:

Kaminari/Wheeeey

My OT3:

I can’t even think of a solid OT3 here that I could really get behind so idk.

Next up we got Hawks!

How I feel about this character:

Lemme tell you, I was not expecting to love Hawks as much as I do? He’s not really one of my top 5 or anything but any time he shows up I’m like “Hey!!! It’s mah boy!!!” He’s great, love him. Terrified for him also considering how many Icarus parallels we’ve gotten hahahahaha

All the people I ship romantically with this character:

I think the concept of Huyumi is neat?

My non-romantic OTP for this character:

EndHawks are a solid brotp from how the manga’s going rn. Also Tokoyami and Hawks. And my OC Hikaru and Hawks I mean what.

My unpopular opinion about this character:

I’m not really sure tbh. Maybe just that I don’t think he’s gonna turn on the heroes for real? I know that’s been a thing like “how do we know what side he’s really on?” But I think the latest chapter kinda helps kick that away idk

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:

*banging pots and pans together* DEEPEN THAT BACK STORY GIVE ME MORE INFO DAMMIT

My OTP:

Hawks/Living

My OT3:

Again I…have no idea lmao

Alright now we go on to Tsuyu!!

How I feel about this character:

Tsuyu is a good frog. I really enjoy her character and her overall just chill kind of nature I guess? But I also love that she’s still willing to stand up for her convictions! Like, saying what she did in the hospital took a lot guts! And then telling the rescue group how much knowing they went through with it hurt her… She’s a brave girl who stands up for what she believes in. She’s got a good head on her shoulders for sure!

All the people I ship romantically with this character:

Habuko/Tsuyu, Tsuchako… It occcurs to me that I must headcanon her as wlw because I can’t really imagine her with any of the dudes.

My non-romantic OTP for this character:

TokoTsuyu and MidoTsu! I love the way she interacts with both boys and how easily they work together and she gets along with them!

My unpopular opinion about this character:

Idk I think it reads really weird when people write her as saying “kero” or “ribbit” every single sentence. Like, she does say it often enough but not like every sentence. I’m not sure outside of that what an unpopular opinion would even be for her.

Actually also consider…transgirl Tsuyu. Thank you for your consideration.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:

I’d like to see her struggles a little more? She’s been a part of a couple of arcs but it’s mostly just with her just kinda being there. We don’t see her struggling like Ochako does following Overhaul. The most struggle we got was the hospital and follow up scene. It would be nice to expand on that for her character I think. Give us a better grasp on her by knowing how she goes through something hard.

Maybe also show us something with her family too!

My OTP:

Habuko/Tsuyu by a mile!

My OT3:

I can’t really think of one, but I think that’s just cause I only have the two ships and I feel weird pushing that into an OT3 when Habuko and Ochako don’t know each other lol

Then we have Jirou!!

How I feel about this character:

Jirou’s kind of a nice change from a lot of the other girls in Class A. The rest are pretty bubbly or upbeat while Jirou’s kind of lowkey and sarcastic? She’s a good change of pace while also being really nice to bounce said characters off of. I also like seeing her love of music. And the fact that while it’s something she really does love she’s not really looking to make a career out of it? Because sometimes you want your hobbies and job separate so that’s cool to see too.

All the people I ship romantically with this character:

Oh gosh okay um Momojirou, Kamijirou, KoudaJirou and Minajirou. These are all good and I will stand by it lol

My non-romantic OTP for this character:

Bakujirou. Listen…the cultural festival and then the joint training put this friendship in my heart and I’m so about it! But also I love her friendships with all the people in the ships I mentioned…

My unpopular opinion about this character:

Idk if this is unpopular but I don’t think she’s very uppity about music taste? I think Jirou’s really open to a wide variety of music but she tends to enjoy rock the most. It’s part of why she’s learned to play so many instruments, I think!

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:

Give me a moment where she gets to be at the core of something heroic. We almost got a glimpse of that in the USJ attack. But then she was unconscious for the training camp, she wasn’t part of Overhaul… She did get focus in the cultural festival but that was about the music, more than any like hero mission or anything…

My OTP:

Jirou/Music

I’m sorry I know a lot of these OTPs sound like jokes but it’s mostly because there isn’t like one of the romantic ships that super outweighs the others for me.

My OT3:

*shrugs*

And last but certainly not least: Shigaraki!! BE FOREWARNED LOTS AND LOTS OF SPOILERS AHEAD!!

How I feel about this character:

Shigaraki is a poor bastard that I love to hate. He’s a really complex character as we’ve been shown since the villain arc. His backstory is absolutely tragic. And Hori keeps painting for us these parallels to Deku but ultimately they function more as foils. Putting them in similar situations only to highlight the difference the two characters have with one another.

I can’t wait to see what else Hori has in story regarding him!

All the people I ship romantically with this character:

Hmmm, I’m not really sure I have a ship for him really? I think it’s mostly just that I haven’t considered it, so I don’t really have any thoughts regarding that.

My non-romantic OTP for this character:

His whole relationship to the League is...actually really sweet? It’s nice that they’ve all found this little home and camaraderie with one another.

My unpopular opinion about this character:

I don’t really think he’s all that bad? Like I know there’s a lot that don’t think he’s very interesting or what have you, but I really find his character fascinating and I can’t wait to see how much more he grows outside of AfO’s influence.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:

I really like the idea of some of his memories being faked by AfO or else that AfO is the one that gave him his quirk in the first place. It just makes the most sense to me considering how his quirk started out so strong right at the beginning when all the other quirks we’ve seen don’t start off immediately strong unless they’re a quirk with a stockpile effect (e.g. OfA and Eri’s Rewind).

My OTP:

Shigaraki/Medication for his skin condition :

My OT3:

I don’t even have any ships how would I do an OT3 lmao

[thisnameisquitequeer]

Here’s a little something that got stuck in my head and I can’t work until I get it out

tw: homophobic language, homophobia, frank discussions, language

It was a warm June day outside of Austin when Bert came to visit. Well, it was always warm in June, except when an occasional thunderstorm rolled through and made the air cool and filled with a presence that she could never quite describe. But Stella noticed this particular day in June was warm, because her Albertan guest insisted on whining about how hot it was and how could she wear jeans at a time like this and yada yada. “You know, if you keep yapping like that you’re gonna get lock jaw.” she said, bringing him a cold shiner boch to shut him up. He huffed a bit at that “well if your place wasn’t so humid all the time. It’s like walking through a swamp” Stella snorted at that “well if SOMEONE wasn’t from a place with air that’s dryer than a desert, you might be able to handle it big boy” She joked, playfully reaching over to ruffle his messy golden hair like she was want to do and then stuck her tongue out “ew you’re sweaty” She said, dramatically holding her hand away from her body as she went over to the kitchen to wipe it on a hand towel. Bert rolled his eyes at that, “I’ll wash my face before my beer then” he said, standing up the way he often did where he looked as if he’d lean over any further he’d topple over. “Do you got any peanuts to go with these beers?” he called to her from the living room. “Does a bear shit in the woods?” she responded back playfully. He would take that as a yes, and sauntered off to the bathroom Stella got to cutting up some fresh lime for their beers and getting out the beer salt and peanuts. But it wasn’t long until Bert was standing in the breezeway between the kitchen and the living room. “Oh hey Bert, I got everything ready. Do you want any of my jalapeno ja-” she said, turning her head to speak to him but stopping in her tracks when she saw him holding her pansexual flag that had been sitting on her dresser in her room. She didn’t know what to say but started off with “why did you go into my room?” and he gave her a squinty eyed look at that “you didn’t have soap in your guest bathroom, so I went to use the one in your room”. He explained, looking over the flag. “Why do you have this weird flag? And why isn’t it on the wall like your Texas and Come and Take It flags?” He said, confused. Stella had always been one to be honest and open about things. She could often be overly blunt or explicit but this was one conversation she did not want to have. “It’s nothing. Just, just put it back” She said, going back to cleaning her knife and putting away her things. That answer didn’t seem to satisfy Bert. “Why won’t you tell me what it is? You never keep secrets from me.” He said defensively, with an emphasis on me. The two were close and while Stella did keep some things private, she almost never kept things from Bert unless it was something government based. “It’s not a secret I just don’t want to talk about it, look can we just go to the living room and drink our beers. She said, trying to get past Bert, but he could see how sensitive and defensive she was getting about it so he widened his stance in the doorway so she couldn’t pass. Stella pouted at that. “You’re being very childish Bert” she informed him. But he insisted on not moving and stared her down. She sighed “fine.” Stella said, setting the food back down on the stove top. “But you know if I wanted you to move I could just pick you up and throw you right?” He gave a reluctant nod at that. Although he didn’t like the idea of the small lady being stronger than him, he had to admit between her large military base and a population ten times his he wouldn’t have been able to stop her if she picked him up. Stella closed her eyes for a minute. She didn’t enjoy the idea of telling him this, especially so soon but it looked like she didn’t have a choice. “it’s a...it’s a pride flag.” She said simply, hoping that would be enough. But he just looked more confused. “Like...like a gay thing? But I thought those were rainbows? Are you a dyke now?” He said, looking over the flag and Stella groaned because she had no way out of this conversation. “Jesus Bert, there’s other pride flags and please don’t use that word” Bert stuck his chin up at that, “oh so now my best friend is a queer and part of the pc police?” he said, his defensive nature only raising at being told what to do. Stella kicked herself mentally, if she wanted to get Bert to understand she should have known better than to tell him what to do. “It’s...it’s a pansexual pride flag” she finally said and Bert laughed “PAN-sexual, what even is that? Is that supposed to be a real thing?” He said, not taking this seriously at all. “I-it is a real thing it’s-” He cut her off to joke some more “is that code for carpet munchers, you know because you both like to be in the kitchen?” he joked and Stella just got embarassed at that. She tried to start again “It’s more complicated than-” But Bert just kept going “Since when did you get into this pride stuff? I didn’t think you’d be the type to parade around and act indecent” He said, and that was the point where Stella had had enough “Oh yeah?” She said, raising her voice as she walked closer to him. “well I didn’t think you were the type to run off and spend all summer a few years ago at some guys house? Did that Newfie guy teach you how to pack fudge? Did you get really good at bending over?” She said, poking him in the chest. Stella didn’t mean these things, but when she was hurt she was all venom and she would recall any slight or past misdeed from years or decades ago just to make sure the other person could feel as hurt as her. She was ready for a shouting match, but she seemed to have struck a nerve because Berts eyes went dark and he simply said “don’t.” before setting the flag on the counter and walking past her to get to the living room. Stella hated when he got like this. She was the type to let it all out to tell the person exactly how she felt, but when she really made Bert angry or upset he just receded into himself like a turtle and sometimes she could never get him to come out again. She gave herself a few minutes to cool off, before going to the living room with the snacks and quietly sitting next to him as he silently drank his beer. “Look Bert I...I went too far I shouldn’t have said that. You just...well for a couple months he was all you would talk to me about and you would blush while talking about him, and then you just tell me all of a sudden that you’re not coming to visit me in the summer because you’re gonna be at his house. Well, I just kind of assumed...that you two were a thing. This statement didn’t seem to make Bert less prickly, but Stella kept going. “I didn’t tell you about this because well...I didn’t know if you would understand. You and me are really different when it comes to love and I’m a lot older than you so I’ve had more time to figure this stuff out.” She looked at Bert expecting a response, but he just kept looking straight forward and drinking his beer. “When I used to dress up like a man...I would have girls try and flirt with me and dance with me or ask me for a kiss. I told myself that it was fine because they weren’t attracted to me, they were attracted to the man that they thought I was. But then...I started dressing like a man...even when I didn’t have to. I started going to bars like that, secretly hoping that I could flirt with girls. It’s still hard for me to say this, which is why I haven’t told you. I’m still...figuring this out.” Stella stared at Bert for a moment, expecting a joke or a crude comment but he didn’t even look at her. He just kept drinking his beer. She sighed “oh come on Bert don’t go silent on me, say something!” she said, always a bit frustrated by his silent treatment. “Do you want my approval or something?” Bert said a bit defensively. “Now you should know by now that I don’t need anyones approval Bertie” She said, trying to lighten the situation. “I don’t need you to approve or understand me. We’re two different people after all. But I want to be able to tell my best friend if I meet someone cute that I’m attracted to. And I’m not a lesbian, I still like men too. And if you happened to like men too. Well I would be happy to lend a ear if you found someone cute.” She offered, trying to make him feel a little more at ease. “Well...I guess that’s not so bad” He mumbled against the lip of his longneck. Stella smiled at him and patted his back. Why don’t we go take a dip in the pool after we finish our drinks?” She offered and Bert just nodded in reply. Stella hoped that this would all be okay in the end.

and THAAAAAAATS all I have for now. I’ve been thinking a lot about Stella and how I would classify her sexuality but probably the simplest way to put it is “it’s complicated...but probably pansexual” and I think that her and Bert both have a lot of complicated feelings when it comes to sexuality. I don’t think either character is truly homophobic, but they both have their own issues to work out Stella is my hetalia OC for Texas and Bert is the hetalia oc for Alberta that is used in the IAMP/PC universes

[jjpmoans]

"Did someone spike your milk?" + Sehun x Jinyoung x OC

Theme : Siblings au

Word count : 903 words

A non-Valentine fic for Valentine's Day! For someone who doesn't have a boyfriend, I'm sure having Jinyoung and Sehun as brothers would surpass the lonely feels!

This is requested by my anon twins! Hope you see this and like it! Honestly I can never picture Sehun and Jinyoung as siblings because.....they are so different.

Happy Valentine's my followers and mutuals!

"Mom, I'm home!" I announce loudly, closing the door behind me. Sizzling sound comes from the kitchen, signalling that my mother is there, cooking for lunch. I sneak into the kitchen with my bag still on me, following the smell of delicious food ready to be served.

Just as I enter the dining area, the front door opens again, loud voices fill the space.

"Oh you're here--"

"Mom! We are home!" both of them shout in unison.

"Sehun," he sighs exaggeratedly. "Will you ever learn to put your shoes nicely?" he huffs, lifting Sehun's shoes to the rack. Meanwhile, Sehun is already halfway to the kitchen, meeting me in the middle.

"What for? I have you, Jinyoung." he reaches to ruffles my hair. "Hi shorty" he turns, waiting for Jinyoung to join him. "I know you love me."

Jinyoung rolls his eyes at his words, jabbing him with his elbow. "You are only a few seconds older. That doesn't mean you can bully me."

Sehun laughs, following him into the kitchen while his hand pulls me to trail behind him.

"I'm your brother. Accept it." Jinyoung is already at mom's side, gesturing Sehun to come faster. As Sehun stands on the opposite side, both of them plaster a kiss on mom's forehead.

"Thank you, boys." smile appears on her face as she excellently flip the omelette in the pan. The kiss tradition started after dad passed away. Knowing that mom is lonely and has no male affection to receive anymore, Jinyoung announced that Sehun (after being strangled by Jinyoung) and himself will be giving kisses for mom everytime they are going out, coming home and also before she sleeps.

As weird as it sounds, it feels really warm to see mom smiles everytime Jinyoung reaches over to plant a kiss on her cheeks or forehead and when Sehun looks like he's being forced but silently enjoying to pour mom more love.

"Have a good day today, mom?" Jinyoung asks while he walks over to the dining table, joining me.

"Hi pig. Do you want a kiss too?" He ruffles my hair, unlike Sehun, Jinyoung kind of grab a handful of my hair, destroying it in the process and circling them into a clump. Quickly mutters a 'no', I push his face away as Jinyoung laughs at my annoyed face.

It's hard to have a twin as brothers. First off, they are boys and they are annoying. Second, they quarrel everyday over the simplest thing and have completely different personalities. Thirdly they just team up when it comes to tease me. I blows my bangs as Sehun reaches to fix my destroyed hair; which becomes worse when he tries.

"Urgh! Sehun! You are giving no help!"

"Is it my fault that your hair tangle in a very weird way?" he pulls one strand of tangled hair, almost accidentally rips my scalp.

"Ow!!"

"Damn Jinyoung. How do you even do this?" Sehun gives up, I turn to Jinyoung, demanding him to fix my hair.

"What do I do with you," he sighs tiredly as if he's not the one putting them in tangles, proceeding to untangle them. I growl in response which he shrugs it off by squeezing my cheeks with his unoccupied hand.

Out of them two, Jinyoung is gentler and more patient while Sehun is harsher and impatient. But when it comes to me, they just switched personalities. Jinyoung is meaner to me than Sehun who is nicer and baby me more than Jinyoung.

"Okay, quit fighting." Mom comes to put down the dishes. Jinyoung stands to his feet and bring over a pot of soup and utensils for us. I told you, Jinyoung is basically a second mom in this house when he is nice.

Keyword, 'when'.

.

.

Sehun groans, flapping his long limbs. With a biology book in his hand, he crashes his body flat on the floor. Jinyoung and me look up from our homework, watching Sehun stamped to the floor like a lizard.

"Jinyoung. I'm bored. Entertain me." he requests.

Jinyoung who is still staring at him, replies "Hi bored. I'm Jinyoung." Sehun stares at him, unamused and disgusted. Jinyoung on the other hand starts chortling and proud of his own joke.

I snort at his reply, cannot contain my laughter after listening to one line of his monotonous joke.

"Oh my god Jinyoung. That is a very bad joke." I hiccup. "How on earth you are my brother?"

"I had been thinking the same about you, if you want to know." Jinyoung replies nonchalantly. I am about to whack him on the head when Sehun whines.

"No no stop." Sehun waves his hand, trying to get the attention to him. "Jinyoung, please." He begs. Even though Sehun is older, Jinyoung is always the mature one.

Hence, this situation happens where Sehun is the one to beg and Jinyoung is the one who controls him.

He pushes his chemistry book away and turns to Sehun. "Okay what do you want."

Sehun roams his eyes to the ceiling, searching for some interesting ideas. He is bored, yes he is. But to make Jinyoung agree to his plead is something uncommon. Therefore he need to keep Jinyoung interested in his idea so that he can at least stall Jinyoung for about 30 minutes before he lose interest.

"Hmm." But at this rate, I'm sure it's just a matter of time before Jinyoung turns away and does his homework again.

"Sehun."

"Hmm?"

"You are taking awfully long to answer. I'm giving you 10 more seconds or I'll decide it on my own." Jinyoung warns. A common trait that they share, Jinyoung and Sehun hate waiting.

"Aha!" Sehun jolts from his position, holding his arm high. Jinyoung on the other hand is surprised and jumps at his sudden shout.

"Fuck you scared me." Comes his swear.

Sehun turns to Jinyoung, eyes narrowing while his smile widens. "Give me fun facts."

"Huh?" He didn't mean fun facts like 'fun' facts right?

"What?" Jinyoung ask incredulously. "Sehun. Did someone spike your milk?" As ridiculous as it sounds, yes. Sehun drinks milk. Jinyoung drinks coffee. Weird isn't it when the eldest drinks milk while his twin prefers a black drink?

Sehun pouts when Jinyoung accuses, eyes drooping. When Jinyoung sees this, he immediately straightened up and crosses his leg.

He's ready to entertain Sehun.

Mind to tell you that Jinyoung's weakness is Sehun. You can ask him to choose anything vs Sehun, he is ready to drop everything for Sehun. It's twin or nothing.

"Okay okay. Stop pouting." He scoots closer to Sehun. "Okay fun fact."

Sehun immediately brightens up at his attention, his eyes lightens and his focus is solely on Jinyoung. Jinyoung on the other hand is searching his brain for fun facts. Because he read a lot, so he knows lots of facts but not all facts are considered fun.

"Okay so do you know--"

"No I don't," Jinyoung and Sehun whip their heads to me. Both of them narrows their eyes as I laugh at my own interruption. Somehow they look like babies who are ready to throw hands.

Jinyoung inhales and exhales slowly. "One more distraction.." he warns. "One teeny bit and I'll make sure your hairs are gone." Jinyoung loves my hair. He always feel the need to rip it off me and throw it anywhere.

I lift my pencil box and hold it like a gun. "You don't dare."

An eraser flies pass Jinyoung's ears and hits me on my forehead, making a loud and clear sound of a skull being knocked. Jinyoung's eyes widens. Head thrown back, I groan and immediately glare at the culprit.

There sit Sehun, grinning in triumph. His grins falters before he turns to Jinyoung immediately. "Fun facts?" He beams. A snort escapes from Jinyoung which he tries to stop but fail miserably.

"Let me give you one." My head steams in anger. I stand up and stride towards Sehun. "Every organ you have two of, you only need one of it to survive."

Sehun scream is already everywhere when I approaches him. Jinyoung on the other hand tries to stop me with his laughter bursting out loudly.

"So," Jinyoung catches me by my hand, straining me from going after Sehun. "Sehun." I grit my teeth. Jinyoung is already dying of laughter and attempting to hold me.

"I'm gonna rip at least one of your nostril." My own nostrils flares as I struggle in Jinyoung's hold. "Let go of me, Jinyoung!" Loud scream escapes Sehun when I lurch forward, he jumps for his dear life.

"Jinyoung!" Giving up, Jinyoung lets me go. He rolls on his back, clutching his stomach. In a blink of eye, I'm on my feet, running after Sehun's nose.

"Sehun!"

"Mom!!!!" Sehun runs out of our study room, straight to my mom's room.

His huge feet pound against the wood, creating loud echoes. "Come back here!" I shout, leaving a rolling Jinyoung in the room.

The whole house turns into a battlefield after our break out. Of course, our banter and fights won't fade until one of us lose our lungs from laughing, shouting or screaming too much.

After all, we only have each other. To fight, to love and to take care of.

[larksinging]

are there any new characters you've been thinking of trying out?

okay i wasn’t gonna answer this but ive had some more ideas so 

first off i have a pokemon oc i think i might yolo in the next week or so! charlie the umbreon. to put it briefly, he was a normal eevee who got seperate by his trainer by team rocket, and managed to evolve and escape on his own. but his trainer ultimately rejected him after he found his way back, so. anyway i thought it might be fun to rp a pokemon and have that kind of character who has to communicate through different means... and im a sucker for eeveelutions. anyway yeah. sweet little guy. 

then i’ve been heavily considering rewatching wolf’s rain for blue! i remember liking her way back when i watched it, and from what i remember she was very much my type. so! a wolf’s rain character would be interesting because they could fit into a lot of different niches... blue especially. idk we’ll See

also since there was talk before, if denny ever did get a wolf/werewolf pack i would DEFINITELY either app a werewolf oc or a another sparklewolf oc. i made a list of some options, but i wanna wait and see how a few things pan out. most of the reason i didn’t before was because i was worried a second sparklewolf would occupy a niche too close to maive or winter... but with an actual wolf pack, or at least other canines to hang out with! thats a very different niche

back when i first played it i considered red from transistor, but wasn’t sure because i was so angry with the ending and not sure of my ability to respectfully play a mute character. but idk im feeling a little bit bolder, maybe id have it in me this time to do the research id need to and approach that with the nuance i need. especially with the different locations... she was from a futuristic city (which?? might have been a computer? its unclear) and was a famous singer/activist before she lost her voice in an attack. with a future location and a larger scale Enemy she might have more to do? im still hesitant but i also think i could easily sit down and replay the game in a couple days easily, so

ummm what else... i still have a few thats lingering “if i find muse from this series” like from re2, or “maybe this chaarcter if i canon review” like someone from oceans 8... 

i have a few muse ideas but i really need someone to do some sad plots with, idk! hmmm 

oh ive never been as into the mcu as dc stuff but with a potential mcu tide well. we’ll just see what happens when captain marvel comes out. 

[tumblunni]

Rambling about my new watchholder oc Mallory

* absolute gremlin child. Eats dirt. Probably more of a monster than most of the yokai.

* at the same time tho, she is like super sunshine friend! She looks kinda gloomy ominous but her personality is actually super bubbly and her biggest priority in life is making new yokai friends and loving them forever. Like, creepy in a wholesome way? She does indeed love horror movies and creepy crawlies and could probably fistfight god, but that doesnt mean she's evil!

* kinda always bored but also easily exciteable? One of her biggest recurring jokes is just ignoring the normal or sane solution to a thing and doing something more fun even if its more difficult or dangerous. Actually i guess its more "fearless" than bored? Or bored of fear, lol. Fearless and doesnt really give a shit about any rules. But again not in a mean way, she doesnt break rules because she wants to piss people off, just like "im not gonna believe this if nobody bothers explaining why its supposed to be so important". But not exactly phrased like that cos that would be rude, lol. So uhh more like just relateable autism feel of not grasping social cues but mixed with a personality thats quite outgoing and uncaring of being judged poorly for not being normal, as opposed to me who's always worried about what people think.

* oh wait thats the word for it!! Free-spirited! Trickster! Like a peter pan type of trickster tho, more than loki. Like just "i am naturally outside the obligations of normalcy" rather than "i am intentionally trying to prank/illusion/manipulate people cos its funny". Or uhh i guess "manic pixie dream girl" but without all the stupid shit that trope has got associated with.

* pretty much just wish fullfillment of "what if i was confident enough to not care what people think and just act like myself no matter what"

* anyway in summary she likes to climb trees n stuff and her reaction to yokai being real is "yay" and her reaction to seeing an undefeatable giant kaiju is to run at it and try and suplex it with her bare hands. She's kind of a badass! Tho lol also her biggest character flaw is her badassness, cos she can be reckless due to the lack of fear. But then also sometimes when everyone is hopeless she really does manage to save the day no matter what, and help inspire everyone else to be brave too!

* though i'm thinking of maybe a character arc where she starts off seeing this as just a fun adventure with no stakes, and it doesnt matter if you take risks cos nobody's gonna get hurt anyway. Like a "this isnt really real, its just my hero's story" sort of thing? When things start getting more dark and she faces things she cant just defeat with simple optimism, it kinda stops being fun anymore. And she has to realize that even if she doesnt care about her own self preservation there's consequences that could happen to her friends and family. And maybe she's already made mistakes that she can't take back, and now she's neck deep in a conflict thats a lot bigger and more insurmountable than she thought. You can't just fistfight something like the abstract concept of hatred for humanity which will continue to be perpetuated as long as the idea keeps taking root. And maybe even yokai you befriended could start to believe it too, after all you've kinda been treating them as just fun toys and sidekicks on a story that's all about you, and dragging them into danger with your recklessness. Even though you're fighting the villains, are you really doing it because you actually care about saving the day? Do you even know what you're saving it from...?

* and similar to her unflappable victoryness being shaken, i think her fearlessness and confidence could also be deeper than they look on the surface. I feel like maybe as the story goes on it could be revealed that its less being fearless and more just not caring about her own safety. You start to see her get more actual consequences from her fights, and it starts to become sort of concerning that she keeps brushing it off as no big deal. Laughing it off. Wondering why her friends are even sad that she got hurt. And maybe she isnt really happy all the time and 100% secure in who she is, she just tries to hide any signs of doubt because she feels like nobody would care. And that she has to always be the funny class clown or else nobody would want to be her friend. And like.. She doesnt even really believe that she's great, believe that she's fine as she is. She's more aware of her weirdness than she lets on. She's constantly, paralyzingly aware that everyone thinks she's a freak. She did use to try and change herself to fit in, but she kept failing at it and it never helped her get any friends. Or when she did think she made a friend they'd turn on her whenever she slipped up and showed a crack in her mask of the perfect normal person. The perfect normal person they wanted her to be.. Constantly changing into WHATEVER anyone wanted her to be. The only reason she doesnt do that anymore is that she lost all hope in it working, not that she actually gained confidence in her true self. And even when she's npt conciously doing it she's still subconciously trying to be what people want her to be. She has to always be funny, always be fearless, she has to cling to the few parts of her weirdness that people dont seem to hate. And now she has to be the hero. She has to carry all the dreams of everyone she's met along the way, while never letting them know when she's scared she wont be able to help make them come true. She's always just laughing it off and never being fully open with any of her friends, because she's scared they'll hate her. ..

* so uhh.. Yeah. Personal experience of that. Personal experience of trying to fit into negative stereotypes of autism because thats what everyone saw me as no matter how hard i tried, and also it was the only form of autism theyd treat positively, somehow. Like just be the "funny one" and dont challenge any of their assumptions ans they'll leave you in relative peace. Put up with some degree of degredation to avoid the even worse version. And i was doing all of this at a very youbg age before i even knew i was autistic or what autism was, but i could still feel how people treated me differently and how i had to friggin agree with it or else they'd never let it go. Gahhh.. It was all way too complicated and dark for a kid to understand!

* so yeah anyway her story arc is going from being a badass funny to being a funny badass? Like she just becomes more genuinely tough and cool when she's not always winning and the stakes dont seem so low and comical AND most importantly you know her real feelings and see that she will indeed continue fighting even when she's scared. And she doesnt try so hard to be cool all the time so it just lets her be more genuine. And form actual relationships with everyone with genuine feelings. So its less "she is badass because its funny" and more "she is a badass because she's a badass". But she's still funny, just in more varied ways than simply "the only reason she won this fight so fast is because jokes". Fighting legit threatening enemies in fights that arent over in five seconds. So they can contain... SEVERAL joke..!!! And also some actual fighting for once!!

* hhh i dunno i am very tired im probably not explaining this well

* oh and i think possibly she has a bit of a complex of feeling she's nothing without her yokai watch? Like the yokai are her first friends who never abandoned her. And she always felt like she was useless and it was her own fault that she didnt have any friends. She first started off being all irreverent and goofy when she got the yokai watch cos she was well into her "i dont care anymore" phase of depression and felt certain these new friends would all realise she was awful eventually and leave, so like.. Why get attatched? Just have fun while it lasts. So maybe actually she shows early signs of her depression by trying harder to be normal whenever anyone shows her friendship. Maybe something where she starts straigjtening her hair or dressing more feminine and then you just see this look on her face like her heart has shattered when someone agrees that she does look better now. (Maybe a new yokai she recently caught who was like super cool and she wanted to impress them?) And she gets compulsively obsessed with it, exaggerating it to a ridiculous degree and starting to change other parts of her appearance and everyone goes from giggling about this weird circumstance to getting REALLY DAMN CONCERNED! And in the end something something the yokai who was an asshole abput her needing to be more feminine slips up and shows his true assy colours to the other yokai and theyre like IT WAS YOU and he's like "what? You should be thanking me for fixing your shitty trainer!" And Then Everyone Beats Him Up Forever. Etc etc moral that real friends accept you for who you are and anyone who tells you you have to change to impress them is not worth impressing. Also maybe some aspect where the yokai dude thinks that mallory is trying to impress him cos she has a crush on him, and thats the moment that manages to snap her out of her depressive funk. Self hate overrided by sheer EWW NO IM A LESBIAN, DUDE i just liked ur cool hat, geez. (Wait was that entire plot idea just an excuse to find a way to foreshadow her getting a crush on hailey in yw3...?)

* and maybe i dunno some sort of dramatic episode where she loses the ability to use the yokai watch and is faced with her self worth issues all at once and its super fuckin sad and we all know eventually she will get to see all her yokai friends again cos the plots not gonna end before finishing all the games but still MEGA SUPER SAD MOMENT ANYWAY (also tearful reunions!)

* also i just heard theres a yokai called furgus thats a big adorable hairball that gives people big hair. So maybe that could be one of the comically easy victory episodes? He uses his power on mallory but her hair is already too fluffy to be floofed! Maybe it backfires and turns his own hair into a boring bowl cut, lol? And then maybe a sequel where he returns for revenge a million episodes later but it just so happens to be during the maddiman boss fight and he accidentally cures his balding. "Noooo dont thank me nooooo" *is forced against his will to become a popular advertosing mascot for hair cream* *like straight up just gets sucked into the nearest bottle and sealed like a genie* *cursed forever to fame and fortune and a million dollar salary*

* lol i dont think im as funny as the actual yokai watch writers but i have a few ideas at least. This will be fun to draw!

[thelunarbond]

1, 5, 8, 13, and 27 for everyone? (for 13 have their best friend dressing them up please)

1) Their favourite outfit

Yume: A nebula pattern crop top, holographic skater skirt and thigh high black socks, and purple shiny platform shoes (because he’s insecure about his height). Sometimes he’ll also wear an acid wash denim jacket thats covered in pins, patches and buttons

Chase: A white button up shirt with a sweater vest or cardigan, worn with grey jeans and brown brogues. He’ll sometimes add a plain tie to the look as well. Chase loves to dress formally 

Lavender: A pastel pink, frilly lolita dress with a cat print, knee high socks and pastel pink high heels. She’ll finish the look with a big pink ribbon in her hair, face glitter and a cat shaped purse

Minami: A sparkly bralette with a black mesh long sleeved shirt, paired with a black skirt, fishnets and sparkly sneakers. Despite this being her favourite outfit, she doesn’t wear it often as she feels she doesn’t look good in it

Alexis: her dragon kigurumi, as it’s functional and she can also sleep in it without needing a blanket. Also because dragons are cool. It’s the second most common thing to see Alexis wearing

Phoenix: A massively oversized light pink hoodie that has red ribbon down the sleeves and goes down to just above his knees, a pair of ripped black skinny jeans and white sneakers. Depending on whether or not he’s reading, he’ll wear a pair of circular reading glasses. Phoenix optimises being comfortable but still wants to appear vaguely presentable if he goes out in public

5) A Sharp Suit

Yume: Looks like a normal suit but is probably in a wacky colour such as neon green or bright orange. Wears a bow tie that’s got some kind of pattern on it or is sparkly. Watch out for when he walks past, you’re gonna need sunglasses

Chase: A typical suit. Black jacket, vest, white shirt, black tie, the works. Probably pushes his hair back as well to complete the look. Despite wearing a normal suit, he’s still very eye catching

Lavender: Would hate wearing a suit as she doesn’t like wearing trousers. She’d insist that it had to be in a pastel colour, such as blue or pink. Would wear a bow tie that matches the jacket and pastel coloured brogues. Would spend the whole time complaining that she looks ugly

Minami: Definitely a sunshine yellow suit, with a yellow hat and yellow eyepatch to match. Would probably wear a bow tie. Wears her hair into two braids. Despite it being something she’d never wear, she looks really good in it

Alexis: A velvet, dark green suit jacket, white shirt and black tie, and dark green velvet trousers. She’d never admit it, but she feels good wearing a suit and highkey wouldn’t want to take it off as it makes her feel sophisticated and important

Phoenix: A patterned suit jacket with a shirt that matches the accent colour, and no tie. Wears trousers that match the pattern on the jacket. Like Chase, he’d probably also push his hair back and may wear his reading glasses. He looks like a whole different person

8) Red Carpet Event

Yume: Definitely wearing a dress. Not just a pretty red carpet gown either, but a eye catching, bright yet tasteful dress. Would probably be covered in fake birds or something like that. Has his nails done to match the dress and would wear heels

Chase: Probably the sharp suit mentioned before. If not, a suit made by an extremely expensive designer label that would make him brag about his looks 10 times more than he does already

Lavender: A huge, pastel pink gown that’s covered in rhinestones and sparkles. Also has little diamonds in her hair and sparkly face makeup. Definitely wears heels that are too tall so she can barely walk

Minami: A sunshine yellow knee high dress and yellow heels. The dress would definitely have a fluffy skirt and be covered in sparkles. Has a sparkly yellow eyepatch to match 

Alexis: Good luck getting her to a red carpet event, but if she were to go to one she’d wear a dark green slightly shiny suit with a black tie and black shoes. Would probably also wear a smoky makeup look

Phoenix: Probably the patterned sharp suit mentioned before, or a baby blue suit with white shoes

13) Dressed by Another OC (Their Best Friend)

Yume, dressed by Chase: A grey blazer, white button up shirt without the top button done up, grey slacks and black shoes. Would also push his hair back. Chase hates to admit it, but Yume looks really good dressed like that

Chase, dressed by Yume: A mesh shirt and high waisted denim shorts, with high-top sneakers and pulled up sports socks. Would also put cute hairclips in his hair and cover his face in glitter. Chase is highly embarrassed but Yume loves every second of it

Lavender, dressed by [NAME REDACTED]: A trendy, sporty crop top and a pleated dark purple skirt, along with thigh high socks and platform sneakers. Would also do a dark makeup look on her and put her hair in one big side braid, as well as putting a stretchy headband on her. Lavender would love the refreshing look (her best friend’s name is redacted as I haven’t introduced her yet :3c)

Minami, dressed by Phoenix: A cosy, mustard yellow cardigan with long sleeves, a statement t-shirt tucked into a denim skirt and a pair of boots, as well as a mustard yellow eyepatch. Minami is surprised by Phoenix’s taste in clothes and feels really good in the outfit, but she’d have to do her own hair and makeup because he has no idea how to do any of that stuff (and he’s too embarrassed to get that close to Minami) 

Alexis, dressed by [NAME REDACTED]: She wouldn’t want to put Alexis in clothes that she’s too uncomfortable in, so it’d probably be a baseball top and skinny jeans with plimsolls. Would probably also do her hair and put black stud earrings in her ears. Alexis feels like a different person in this outfit, however it’s too uncomfortable to wear all the time (Alexis’ best friend is her girlfriend, but I don’t want to say who that is for spoiler reasons and because I haven’t introduced her yet)

Phoenix, dressed by Minami: A long sleeve, vaporwave-esque shirt tucked into a pair of high waisted light blue jeans and black boots. She’d also restyle his hair so his bangs are pulled back and would put his reading glasses on him, as well as painting his nails black and putting earrings on him. He’s embarrassed to have Minami so close to him for such an extended period of time, but it makes her happy so he’s happy in the end

27) Their Current Outfit

Yume: A ¾ length sleeve sports jersey which is tucked into a black skater skirt, which he wears with thigh high socks and sneakers. He also wears a red-brown scarf and a dog tag necklace. His nails are painted dark blue with a sparkly topcoat, and he wears dark blue stud earrings and has an eyebrow piercing

Chase: A white button up shirt and tie, black slacks and brown brogues. He’ll sometimes wear a grey suit vest with it as well. His formal appearance makes him seem threatening to those who first meet him

Lavender: A pink blouse with a peter pan collar with a frilly white suspender skirt that has pink trim, as well as knee high pink and white striped socks and pink pumps. In her hair she wears a lot of pink and white bows, on her hands she has lots of plastic pink rings and pastel pink nails covered in rhinestones and sparkles. She also wears white pom pom earrings

Minami: A yellow, short sleeved t-shirt, light blue high waisted mom jeans and white sneakers. She’ll also wear a grey oversized cardigan when it’s cold. Around her neck she wears a necklace with a small key on it. Her eyepatches change daily, but her favourite is a pink one that has four red hearts on it and a frilly ribbon to tie it up with

Alexis: A vest shirt that has some kind of nerdy reference on it (e.g. lvl up!) with a pair of fleecy jogging bottoms and fuzzy slipper socks. She wears some variant of this outfit every day unless she’s wearing the dragon kigurumi mentioned before. Alexis also wears basic stud earrings and a septum ring on occasion

Phoenix: A light blue zip up hoodie that is unzipped, a white button up shirt and black ripped skinny jeans, along with a pair of beaten up old sneakers. He also wears a pair of basic silver stud earrings and an ear cuff on his right ear. Occasionally he’ll have his nails painted black by either Yume or Lavender as they like the way he looks with painted nails. Sometimes he’ll also be wearing his circular reading glasses if he’s reading or if he’s been reading and forgotten to take them off

[irkimatsu]

Talking about OCs makes me miss my old crew... would anyone want to read little profiles on them? It's been a long time, so this is just little things I remember about them as I try to regain contact with them... this post has a main plot summary and profiles for one of the teams, the main team the story focused on. I think it'd take two more posts to cover my entire cast; one for the other plot relevant team, and one for a bunch of side characters that weren't as fleshed out, but that I still had fun with.

One issue with this is that a lot of plot and character details did come from two other people I used to roleplay with... I’m still in contact with both, but we stopped roleplaying years ago. I sometimes struggle to remember what was my idea and what was theirs...

LONG POST ALERT

The main setup of the story was, there's an alternate dimension that's a lot like ours. Everyone looks human, and they developed pretty much the same way we did, with a similar technological level. (For better, and for worse. People are assholes no matter what dimension they're in, sadly.) The main difference, however, is that the people here have the power to manipulate things around them. The elements, objects around them, human bodies... (I had a lot about how this influenced certain major events, including their technology, but alas, those notes are lost to time.) I called these people "Mages", but was always trying to come up with something better. A high-level Mage called Sura discovers the secret to inter-dimensional travel, and gets the idea to travel to other dimensions and see what she can find out there - valuable treasures, powerful secrets, just raid these places with no regard for the people living there. And... the rest of the Mages didn't really have much regard for other people from other dimensions, either. They were generally a very snobbish sort, regarding their magic and way of life as better than any other dimension could possibly have. But they knew on an intellectual level that this was probably bad, so a large number of adult Mages regardless of skill level ended up drafted by the government, known as the Council, and sent to these other worlds to recruit armies and stop Sura. These armies weren't treated very well, more like pawns than anything, but they must listen, it's for their own good, don't they understand? There was very much a "no side of this is innocent" element to the whole thing.

One particular dimension involved in this was Earth. Earth was a curious case; unlike most other peoples, the population here doesn't seem to have any inherent magic at all. Oh, those poor things, how do they survive? But they have one unique trait; they may not have any inner magic of their own, but if they can ally themselves with a magic user - the exact details of this allegiance varies depending on where the magic user came from - they can wield any sort of magic imaginable. They may not be much innately, but when it comes to magical potential, they're the most diverse population anyone has ever seen.

No wonder Sura's interested in studying these people, even if that means tearing their auras apart in the name of science...

Ven:

-A Mage who was drafted to be sent to Earth to train an army. He wants nothing to do with this, but his hands are tied. Responsibility is not his favorite thing in the world.

-Back in his dimension, he worked as a bar host. A total social butterfly; loves talking to and meeting new people, and is very good at modifying his behavior to blend in with groups. ...for the most part. He's also a hopeless flirt, and his social skills drop the more attracted to someone he is. He can be incredibly brazen. Some people like his straightforward style. Others smack him. He's never deterred, though. ...well, he'll probably stop flirting with that particular person once he reaches the smack point, but that's fine, he'll happily skip off to the next possible prospect. He doesn't dwell on missed opportunities for long.

-In general, he's a total perv and slob. Having him as a roomate is... exhausting. Prepare to fish his late night guest's underwear out from the couch cushions and to accept regular deliveries from Internet porn shops...

-Skilled at elemental magic, particularly wind, but that's more from innate talent than actual effort. He could have happily grown up in a world where he didn't have magical powers, and barely uses them in his daily life if he doesn't have to. It's more of a chore than anything. Not very good at anything else at the start. He honestly never expected to be drafted in the first place, given his poor skills, but it seems the higher-ups didn't have many qualifications for the people they chose besides "pulse". Ven is of low status, so he's cattle.

-Doesn't generally agree with his society's high-and-mighty act; would actually love to travel to other dimensions and meet the people there. That's the main reason he doesn't fight against his drafting. He doesn't normally pay attention to politics, though, so it's not like he fights against their bigotry, and he tends to be out of the loop when it comes to more complicated political issues. As time goes on and he learns more about the war, though, he becomes more and more frustrated, to the point where he'll denounce his people entirely if it means protecting Earth. He's met people here that are very worth protecting.

-Sexual preference is "Sure, how much?" Will screw anyone who'll let him, gender be damned. He'd never dream of violating consent, but the second you do consent, Ven can't get to the nearest soft, stable surface with you fast enough. He can be wild and pervy, but he's still a respectful partner who wants to make sure you have a good time, too. He does have a flaw here, though - he's aromantic and doesn't form any particular bond with anyone he sleeps with. He's had plenty of partners he'd never seen before or since. This in itself isn't a flaw, but the idea of bonding through sex is such a foreign concept to him that he tends to ignore the possibility that the other person might not feel the same way. He's upfront about his intentions and believes that's enough; if his partner later ends up developing feelings for him, this can lead to awkward situations that Ven takes no responsibility for, because hey, weren't they warned? Will hopefully get better at this through character development. Will always be aromantic, but could stand to learn some sensitivity toward people who aren’t.

-Short blonde hair, white skin, average height. Usually wearing a white suit. Looking proper is a good way of fitting in with social situations and setting people at ease, you know. (Until someone hot walks in and he turns into a drooling idiot, anyway. And when he's not lounging around on the couch in his boxers. His public and private presentations are VERY different.)

-In an alliance with two Earth girls. They’re teenagers at the start, but some adventures progress through their adulthood. He regards these two as his family and can be very protective of them. They are...

Nicole:

-Hyper!!! Loud!!! Stop!!!

-Actually a bit of a jab against "weeaboo" culture - she definitely had some pretty bad traits there. Random Japanese, shipping people who she had no business shipping... she meant well, she could just be... kind of annoying. She grows out of it.

-The second she's offered the opportunity to be a magical girl she's right on that, hell yeah, gonna be an anime hero! Is stunned to realize it actually takes effort. Comes to like that effort as part of her growth, though.

-After she grows up a little, is the nicest friend you could ever meet. Would give you the shirt off her back, unless she already gave it to someone else, in which case she'll go buy you one. Even if you didn't ask her. Even if you'd rather she didn't. She doesn’t expect anything in return, she just likes helping. It’s what magical girls do! Even if sometimes her ideas of helpful are off the mark.

-Tends to jump into things without thinking. Whether this makes her brave or stupid is your call. You know things have gotten bad when even Nicole is showing hesitation and concern.

-Has a bit of a rave girl aesthetic. Isn't involved in drugs or anything, but she likes going to raves and wearing bright colors. (Her friends don't let her go out to party alone, though. Love her dearly, but they don't trust her recklessness. She'd be way too easy to take advantage of...)

-Her main specialty is in elemental magic, particularly water and ice. Kind of okay at defensive/strength enhancing spells. Crap at healing.

-Pan, and poly in a sense. Romantically monogamous, but doesn't mind physical intimacy with friends, including sex. Wouldn't sleep with a stranger, but could end up with some friends with benefits. Wouldn't mind the same from her partner. As long as everyone's clear on the expectations. Intimacy is good! Love is good! She loves her friends! Why not make them feel good?

-Her skin tone was kind of... ambiguously brown? I never fully settled on an ethnicity for her. My initial instinct is Latina, but given how loud and obnoxious she can be... don't want to fall into stereotypes. Need to think about this one.

-Short little chubber. I used to have an idea where she'd lose weight from her strenuous magical training... but, you know what, fuck that, actually, Nicole's a chubber and always will be

Alice:

-Very different from Nicole. Quiet, hesitant, wants to fade into the background. This is difficult when you're tall and big-chested.

-I purposely tried to design her as a "conventional beauty" - long legs, large chest, long blonde hair, thin... but frankly, she hates it. Dressed very conservatively. Long skirts or pants; thick, high-cut sweaters in a desperate attempt to hide her chest. No case of "and then one day she learned to embrace how very beautiful she was and everyone loved her". No. She'd rather people notice literally anything else about her besides her chest. She didn't ask for the stupid thing...

-Very kind in her own way; is the sort of person who will talk gently to you and listen if that's what you need. She’s a good person to be around if you need someone who seems safe and not intimidating. But on the other hand, if you're loud and brash like a certain someone, she has very little patience. She's easily overwhelmed around obnoxious people, and can very quickly become sarcastic in that case. She didn't so much befriend Nicole; rather, Nicole latched onto her one day and wouldn't leave, constantly yapping at her during lunch and walks home and such, then they ended up on the same magical team and bonded that way. She eventually reaches a point where she'd do anything for Nicole, but at the start, she's more likely to just want to... not kill her, she's pacifistic. But go far, far away from her.

-So much of a pacifist that there's no capacity for combative magic at all in her aura. She can't control the elements like Nicole can; it's just not possible. She's one hell of a healer, though. This makes training her very frustrating for Ven, since he has no idea how healing works. They may need to ask someone else...

-Vegan. Not high and mighty about it, just doesn't like the taste of meat or dairy, so she doesn't eat it.

-Loves reading, especially mystery novels. (Nicole takes this as her cue to get Alice into mystery anime. It actually works.) Anything that involves logical puzzle solving, Alice is into. She's the planner and thinker while Nicole rushes at things. However, this does mean she's generally hesitant to act - nothing would get done without Nicole as the doer.

-Rejected the call to be a magical girl initially. She wanted absolutely nothing to do with the whole mess. But after her parents were kidnapped and killed for Sura's experiments, she felt she had no choice. Ven uses his natural charm (and probably some magical trickery) to convince people that he's Alice's adult brother who'd been living abroad, but came back upon the death of his parents to pay his final respects and to raise Alice. He's moving back into Alice's childhood home so that Alice doesn't have to move halfway across the planet and disrupt her studies and friendships.

-Being on the same team as Ven and Nicole soon becomes frustrating for her. The two of them have so much in common - similar magical specialties, an affinity for socializing, "doer" type personalities... they don't seem to be taking this seriously at all, and Alice feels left out. Ven doesn't even seem to believe they'll ever have to do anything major; let the Council take care of that stuff, he's just here to mess around and because Nicole seems to enjoy learning. Of course they can afford not to take this seriously, they haven't lost someone... one of Sura's minions manages to use Alice's frustrations to manipulate her and turn her against them for some time. It takes them a while to realize this new dark magical girl is Alice, but once they find out, they do eventually snap her out of it.

-Panromantic in the sense that she'll date someone if she really, really likes them, but not too worried about it and wouldn't mind being single forever. She'd rather be single than date someone who isn't perfect for her. Asexual. Not sex-repulsed, but finds it very boring. Might perform some very vanilla acts if her romantic partner really wanted her to, but honestly, that's just time she could be using to read a book or wash dishes or something. Their happiness during the act is nice, but that's all she can get out of it.

[aniseandspearmint]

I started writing this a couple months back, and ta-da! I finally finished it!

Here, have some OC!Clone feels inspired by Kintsugi/Kintsukuroi 

Memories in Gold (AO3 link)

___

Bleach’s flesh hand shakes as he holds the joint on his bionic arm in place, keeping the damn thing from falling off as he moves through the crowd. The hood of his worn brown cloak keeps his face in shadow and his shock of close cropped white streaked hair covered.

The freshly sealed incision on his head aches and he's going to be one giant bruise tomorrow from the impact of his hasty escape through the window of the little back alley surgery. It had only been from the second floor, but he’d landed in a pile of scrap below and he’d hit some hunk of mech junk and slammed his left side good. So much trouble for such a horrible, life stealing, murdering, monstrous little thing.

Officially, the kriffing mind control chips in each and every surviving clones' brain didn’t exist, so a brother that wanted the damn thing out couldn’t go to just any medcenter and get it taken out. Good way to end up right back in the empire’s loving hands, that.

The clinic (hah, kriffing joke of a name for that two room rathole) had been recommended to him by some of the locals as a place where the doc actually did have some training and hardly ever killed any of her patients. That part at least had been true.

The doc had turned out to be a thickly built, very dark skinned Zabrak woman with white circular tattoos and a decidedly gruff demeanor. She reminded him so strongly of his own company medic he could almost imagine it was Talkback snapping at him to ‘hurry up and get on the damn table, I don’t have all day’. It still hurt like a gut punch to think of him.

She'd brusquely asked him various questions about his reaction to drugs and taken a drop of blood to run through a small hand held scanner. After skimming the screen, she'd pulled a vial of clear yellow fluid from a drawer, and waved it at him.

"I'm going to give you a dose of this. It'll numb the nerves around where I need to cut, but you'll be awake and it'll wear off within the hour." She'd said. Then she had taken a needle, dipped the barest tip into the substance and lightly pricked the skin near his temple. After a moment she sharply poked the spot. It had been the weirdest damn thing, knowing the poke had happened but not feeling it at all.

The doc had nodded decisively, told him to hold still if he didn't want a lobotomy, and sliced in. The coppery tang of blood had filled his nose and he'd had to force himself not to twitch at the scent. A few tense minutes later, she had pulled the chip out, tossing it in a pan on the table where it hit with a small wet sound. He hadn't looked at it then, and had no idea what she'd done with it. Didn't care, either.

Half way through her brusquely delivered lecture on caring for the healing incision, a grubby looking human child (girl, boy, who knew under the dirt) burst through the door shouting about the local guard heading this way with half a dozen stormtroopers in tow.

The doc had cursed virulently, spun around to the rickety little table, and wrote something on a loose scrap of plas. Then she’d shoved it and a little jar of herbal antiseptic cream at him and told him to go out the back way, and go north. He’d grabbed his bag and cloak and headed for the far door, but shouts outside had had him slamming it shut just as fast.

A quick look around told him the only way out was gonna be up and maybe out that window he’d seen when he’d done a quick look around before he’d gone in. Amazingly enough, it had worked. He’d been able to dodge both groups, but damn he hurt now. And he didn’t know what he was going to do about his arm.

The little scrawled note had been an address and an imperiously underlined, GO HERE NEXT.

What the hells he figured. He doubted it was a trap. The little doctor seemed to have a pretty nasty dislike of the empire if her cursing was any indication. So, after circling around the blocks surrounding the clinic, he headed north.

_____________

He has to grin a little when he sees the place the note had led him to. Maybe the Force is looking out for him.

‘AIDA’S REPAIR SHOP’ hangs over the door in neatly painted gold aurebesh with a passable sketch of an astromech under it.

The place is in a slightly more respectable area than the clinic had been. No drug addled sentients passed out in the gutters, no dealers and whores on the corners, and no trash carelessly left in the street, but there was still a slightly dingy quality to the place, as if it wasn’t very high on the list for municipal funding.

The shop had large display windows with heavy rolling shutters slid down over them and the ‘OPEN’ sign in the center of the door was dark, not lit. He kicks at the door anyway, in lieu of knocking, as his one good hand is still clutched on his prosthetic to keep it from coming apart completely.

After a moment his ears catch a slight sound from within and a little whirr above him makes him look up. He blinks up at the camera now pointed down at him and gives it a strained smile and nod.

“ ‘Lo there. Doc Deiiri sent me.”

There is a beat of silence then a speaker crackles to life near the camera. “Wait while I verify.” The voice is female and low, but that’s all Bleach can be sure about. He huffs, and leans against the wall next to the door.

It’s another couple of minutes before there is another sound from the speaker. “Please back away from the from the door.”

He does so and there are multiple clicks and the sound of what can only be a heavy bar being slid back. The door opens inward to a brightly lit interior, a small female humanoid backlit against the light. The figure surveys him for a moment, then steps aside and beckons him in.

Once in, without the light making it impossible to tell features, he sees that the person he’s been directed to (the Aida from the sign, he guesses) is a very short human of indeterminate origin. Her hair is dark brown and shorn nearly as short as his own, and her tannish skin is dotted thickly with spots over every bit he can see. Her dark brown eyes regard him with a kind of calm curiosity. She makes a shooing motion and he shuffles out of the way so she can shut the door.

And hells, that’s a lot of locks; six along the side and and one at each corner. And he had indeed heard a bar. It was a solid durasteel plank as thick as his wrist and as wide as his leg. His eyes dart around the door and note the extra deep setting and very sturdy looking hinges. If he had to guess, it would take a barrage or two of artillery fire to break it down.

After she has adequately bolted the door shut the woman turns those calm, curious eyes back to him. "I'm Aida Marshon. Deiiri says the local imps are looking for you and you need a place to hide out for a couple days."

He grimaces. "Empire hates to let go of it's clones. Dunno why they bother, 's not like we're more than canon fodder anymore."

She smirks a little, crossing her arms and looking up at him. "Might be something to do with how many of you end up defecting once you get those damn murder chips out of your heads."

"Maybe. I'm Bleach. Nice to meet you, Aida."

But Aida isn't really paying attention to what he's saying now. Her eyes have traveled down from his face and are now trained on the arm he's holding together.

She makes a small sound that somehow incompasses, 'Ouch, damn, and how the hell did you manage that' all in one. She peers at it for a moment then reaches out and pulls him gently toward the far wall, where a long, low slung table sits along it. A boxy offline astromech sits on one side, it's innards spilling out in a way that almost seems gruesome. Aida tugs Bleach over to the other end, which is strewn with tools and bits and bobs, but no gutted droids.

"Deiiri only said you needed hiding for a few days, not fixing."

"No, no, I won't turn down the use of some tools, but I can't afford to have it fixed right now. I need to buy passage off this rock soon." He protests.

Aida just shoots him an unimpressed look and presses him onto a low stool and carefully lays his broken arm on the table, prying his fingers away so she can get a good look.

She immediately frowns deeply, and pulls over another light, this one wrapped around a large magnifying glass on a bendable arm.

He knows what she sees. Beyond the very damaged joint, there are a slew of patch jobs on the outer casing, and inside where she can't see it's the same.

Aida traces her fingers along one particularly long crack he'd roughly bonded back together. "Anyone else would tell you that you need to replace this. It's pretty much wrecked."

Bleach opens his mouth, ready to protest, but she continues. "But I fix things, Bleach. When someone brings me something that has been patched and spliced and jury rigged a thousand times, I know that it's something treasured, something they don't want to lose."

Surprised, he closes his mouth. Then, hesitantly, "It's all I have left of them. I- she requisitioned the parts special, just for me. And Easy and Spyglass worked on it all the time I was in medical, just so I could start on physical therapy right away."

She nods. Aida doesn't ask who 'she' is, and she doesn't press for more details.

"I'll fix it for you." She holds up a hand to forestall any argument. "No money. This is a lovely piece of work under all the broken bits, and I'll be happy to do it in exchange for a little heavy lifting around the shop for the next few days, deal?"

He hesitates, then nods and they clasp on it.

____________________________

Aida gives him a temporary arm. It's a much newer model than his old one, and the difference is startling and hard to get used to at first. It moves so much faster than Bleach had become used to with his old arm. He hadn't realized how much he'd had to compensate for the lag of worn servos and gears. Even still, he can't wait to have his old one back.

While he waits for his arm and while he's stuck hiding in the small residence above the shop, he does busywork. The first day he'd lifted and moved everything too heavy for the small woman to her satisfaction. The next day, with nothing else to do, he'd tidied up her rather messy residence. She'd given him a bemused look when he'd asked if that was okay, but gave her permission. Sadly, that only occupied him for a day.

Then he'd gotten a good look at Aida's filing system and wanted to pull out his hair. Another hastily granted permission and he spent the next two days sorting plas receipts and invoices and client files. Because so much of what she did was under the table, and so many of her 'clients' didn't trust data filing, most of it was hardcopy. Ironic for people who wanted droids fixed, but people were strange.

"But what if someone goes through your files?" He'd asked, exasperated, as they shared an early meal of incredibly sweet kaff and spiced pastries.

Aida had shrugged. "It's not happened yet. And I don't actually keep any files for the clients I might get arrested over. "

Bleach grumbled about the sheer inefficiency, but went back to alphabetizing.

It took Aida five days to fix his arm. She had made no secret of her work on the joint and the interior circuitry and wiring, but she had spent the last day locked in her workshop, not allowing him to get even a glimpse of what she was doing to the outer casing.

He's breath caught in his throat when she presented repaired prosthetic to him.

"First I had to remove all of the solder and glue from your patches. Then I had to smooth the rough edges." She traces a finger along where the most obvious break had been, down the vambrace. " I know the colors have meaning for you, so I only buffed the scratches out and sanded down the edges of the paint so it won't chip off anymore."

The colors are more vivid than they have been in years, the white no longer a dingy shade, and the red like fresh blood, not the brown it had grown to resemble. Along each mended crack and break the colors fade to the bronzy copper of the alloy beneath, and each bit of damage has been filled with a vibrant gold alloy he's not familiar with.

"I'm good at what I do, Bleach." Aida says with no modesty. "This will stand up to any damage like it was new, I promise. And with the new bits I replaced the worn out things with, you'll have your old speed and range of motion back."

The arm moves smoothly and silently for the first time in what seems like forever as he flexes and twists it. "Why the alloy in the breaks? I don't think I've ever seen anything like it before. Why not fill them in with a matching color?"

Aida bites her lip and flutters a hand along one of the seams of gold, this one across the knuckles. "An old tradition from my mother's home world. She was from Alderaan, and there when something precious breaks it is carefully reassembled and the cracks filled with gold, or silver, or platinum. It's done to show that though something was shattered and then repaired, it is still beautiful and treasured. Still of use. It seemed appropriate." She explains. Then hesitantly asks, "Do you like it?"

Running his flesh hand along the length of his arm Bleach thinks of Knight Lasho. Her sharp teeth gleaming as she grins, the light of her yellow saber throwing a glowing tint over her blue black skin and trailing head tails. He thinks of her glee when she and his brothers presented him with the new and freshly painted arm and, for the first time since he watched her die under a hail of blaster fire (their blaster fire, his blaster fire), he does not flinch from the memory of her.

He smiles at the little mechanic and nods. "I like it very much."

Aida grins right back.

_______________

Two days later he's laying in a cramped smuggler's hole on the saddest excuse for a ship he's ever seen.

He'd balked when he'd first seen the thing, but Aida had assured him that she'd been the Swiftlet's planetside mechanic for three years, and the ship was solid, and that captain Mykken is trustworthy. The ship starts to wake as the captain and his firstmate initiate the warm up sequence, thrumming to life with nary a hitch in the engines, which is reassuring.

Running an absent palm over his arm, he thinks back to the surprisingly strong hug Aida had given him and her wry crooked grin as she tossed, "Don't be a stranger if you're ever on Kaarma again, Bleach," back at him as she slipped through the hangar doors and out into the Kaarma City pre-dawn, morning mist shrouding her completely before she was five steps away.

Tipping his head back he grins as the ship jolts and judders it's way off the planet and into hyperspace and towards Nar Shadda. And then, who knew? Maybe he would find his way back to Kaarma someday.