#also shes 6'1 and her fingers are pretty long

[celestialtrolls]

Don't look at me saying this about my own oc but I think it would be nice to hold aelynns hand

[themusiichouse]

Well, she doesn't immediately run away upon being noticed, so that's good. Still, given what just happened, there's a long way to go between that and helping the crew find a place to stay.

"I'm Fanny. Fanny Abraham." She extends a hand to shake. "This is my brother Felix, my husband, Johannes, and this is the rest of my family: Franzi, Wolfie, Minona and Wilhelm." Fanny gestures to each of them in turn. First Felix, the strapping man with dark curly hair and equally bright black eyes, dressed as though he were going to attend a cocktail party instead of tromping around in the woods looking for a hotel. Then Johannes, the short bob-cut blond with a serious case of Resting Bitch Face. Then Franzi, the sleek 6'1" blonde whose clothes left little of her exquisitely toned body to the imagination. Then Wolfie, who took the form of Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart except eight feet tall. Then Minona, the short dark-skinned woman with a gorgeously thick Afro and a pleasingly plump body. And finally Wilhelm, the blond-haired green-eyed little beauty slung over his mother's shoulder who could be mistaken for a girl when he had long hair, proudly wearing a t-shirt proclaiming that one of his gods was a femboy.

"As you can see, we are strangers to these parts, and we could use a place to stay while we figure out how to get back home."

Just watch out for Wilhelm. He's more like that unhinged uncle who spouts conspiracy theories at family gatherings, she thinks. She would have said it as a joke on any other occasion, but now is not the time.

"Yeah, we got here by accident," Wolfie says. "And now, we, uh, we can't get back. We do know someone who can send us back, but they're pretty busy right now because there's kiiiiiiiiind of a war going on back where we're from so until either we figure things out or until they do, we're stuck."

Franzi sighs and looks away as Wolfie speaks. Yes, this whole mess began when they were having one of their little musicfests together--releasing their magic all at once to create a piece with their combined genius--when suddenly the music that she was adding to the medley turned into a portal like one that her patron Kaima could make; before long it had swallowed up all the other melodies and eventually absorbed the Classica in its wake, spitting them out in…God knows where. Kaima would have come for them immediately of course, but with so many lost souls in need of guidance to a proper afterlife due to the war, they and the other death entities were working overtime and even across afterlives…And it isn't as though Franzi is very good at making portals like her patron could.

"Don't worry. It's not your fault," Fanny says as though sensing Franzi's thoughts, putting a hand on her mother-in-law's shoulder.

Wil lets out a huff. "Oh, so when Mom sends us to an entirely new universe it's not her fault, but when I accidentally break your windows with my music, you--"

"Shush," Fanny says, snapping her fingers and letting the music stave-like bindings bind his mouth shut.

"We've also a few other companions that were lost--perhaps here--and who we need to find," Franzi says. "I'm sure they can care for themselves, though I do still worry. But before that, we do need to know if there's anywhere we can stay. We would have stayed in the local village, but…" She frowns, thinking of how to be discreet.

"I get the feeling they don't like us very much."

For once, Annalise was glad that the villagers' animosity was turned towards someone else. Although none of them were aware of her draconic nature — in town, she piled her hair up into a bonnet and smudged her eyebrows with charcoal — they certainly did think she was some sort of witch.

And their reasoning? Because she was unmarried and lived in the woods away from the town and didn't go to church, etc. etc.. Every time she had to visit the town, she was met with insults and unpleasant objects hurled at her by most of them. There were a few that didn't mind her presence, but it wasn't many.

She felt a sort of satisfaction seeing the villagers' reactions to what appeared to be actual magic.

...But she did keep a considerable distance from the crowd, to be safe.

Admittedly, it was loud, and Annalise eventually had to fall back like some of the other villagers, covering her ears as her eardrums throbbed in her skull. However, she wasn't afraid of the magical illusions; rather, she was fascinated by it.

She was curious about these oddly-dressed newcomers and their magic, and, spotting them leaving the town, she followed after them (keeping a low profile, of course).

Once they walked past the town's borders and into the forest, Annalise took off her bonnet and wiped away the charcoal from her brows with a handkerchief. Surely, if they did see her, and if they were magical, they wouldn't be afraid of her appearance, no?

She kept to the trees, still nervous about approaching. Of course, Annalise was spotted before she could even say anything. She stared at the group like a deer in the sights of a hunting bow for a few moments, before she spoke.

"Um...b...bonjour," She stammered. "M-My name is Annalise. Who are you?"

[whaleofatjme1920]

[Haley, Creepypasta/MH, She/They, 19, Romantic]

My name is Hal and I am giving you this letter, a bag of many tiny bells (collected for who knows how long), an amethyst crystal I used often as a child to chase away bad dreams, and a kind of rose tea (though I am not one for tea I liked both the symbolism and that it would round out to 3 offerings excluding my letter) as offerings in hopes that you will help me find my match.

I would describe myself as a very sarcastic person who loves to make jokes, dress in a frilly poofy way (often wearing heels to make myself at least 6'1), and someone who likes to do fun fantasy escapism type activities (going to renfaire, playing DnD and RPG video games,etc.). Peoples impressions of me range from cute and quiet to a straight up golden retriever. I am a pretty sedentary homebody most of the time though I can be more outgoing and confident when I am with people I know and usually are some brand of nerd (theater, Gamer, etc.) I also draw, make clothes/costumes, and love to create stories and characters, only some of which I actually use, a sad amount just sits in a box after it's made. I have my issues, mainly with procrastinating, forgetfulness, and the need to be able to be fully independent when push comes to shove because unexpected things happen but I have always been the romantic daydreaming type and over time I have matured and am tired of new historical events making me more and more tired, I just want to find my person to do all of the things good, bad, easy, and hard with. I just want to make a home with them and be in their world. - Haley

P.s my love language is acts of service and words of affirmation, I didn't know where to cram that in so here we are. I blame my ADD.

[Disclaimer: The Red String of Fate event is a special event I'm running from August 12th, to whenever I feel it necessary to end - right now, I'm giving it to the first week of September! Check out rules HERE]

There's just a hint of a smile on Yue Lao's face as he hears the bells you've given him ring in the passing breeze. It's something soft and sweet, like a little lullaby that rings through the night. The amethyst crystal has found it's way to one of his many bookshelves, acting as a lovely addition to his home. The faint scent of rose tea rests strongly on his porch as he sips it, a quiet hum leaving his lips from how good it is. Bao rests near the teapot, purring quietly at the warmth and the sweet scent.

It admittedly isn't that hard for him to find a match for you. The thought comes almost instantly as he reads over the things that make you happiest, the things that you enjoy creating, and a name pops into his head as loud as a whistle: Alex Kralie. Now, that's not a name anyone would ever expect, really, but achieving ultimate balance, the god is of the belief the two of you would work fantastically. He's admittedly of the belief that you and Alex have a wonderful creative streak that would only grow in each other's presence, and his practical nature would mesh well with your more fantastical essence. Opposites, but similar.

Bao returns to him with a spool of thread in her mouth, the color of fresh summer roses and smelling just as sweet as them. She purrs softly at the names he whispers to her before he ties the string to your pinky, and then moves around to Alex's. The thread glows brightly, reflecting in his moonlight covered eyes with a shine that makes him laugh happily. What a brilliant glow, and a strong match that this will be. Looks like Alex is still in college, working on some silly student film. Perhaps silly is the wrong word, but it makes the god smile all the same. He watches with a dreamy, far off look as you watch the string materialize on your finger while sitting in your dorm.

You're up from your dorm almost instantly, following the string like it's the only thing you've ever cared about. There's a small bout of wonder in your eyes as it leads you across campus to one of the building on the far end side. You recognize it as the college of arts. It leads you up the stairs to the second floor, where a bulletin board lays covered with ads, flyers and whatnot. There's one near the bottom right, kind of obscured by the many other papers but you read it clearly: Marble Hornets, auditions Friday - Sunday! Held on the third floor, room 315.

You glance down at your string with a deep gut feeling telling you that's the exact same place your soulmate lies. You rush up the stairs, hardly noticing as Brian and Tim pass by you until Brian gets your attention.

"Evenin' to you too," the blond haired man chuckles as he watches you practically sprint up the stairs.

"Oh, hey, Brian, Tim," you shoot over your shoulder.

He snickers and continues walking down the stairs slowly with his friend who shoots you a small wave in response. "Going for Alex's audition?"

You hold up your left pinky and smile. "Looks like I am."

The two men share a look and wish you a good luck, watching as you disappear upwards. You feel like you can't breathe as your heart beats faster and faster, anxious to meet who you know is your soulmate. You can feel a tug from his end too, and rounding the corner into the room. Alex is there, sitting in front of a camera seeming to just clean up and looking over notes when he feels his hand tug.

He looks over his shoulder, and you swear it's the first time you've ever seen him smile.

[le0watch]

reki watches as langa pulls at the long strands of her in frustration, her right foot still in place on the top of her board. reki tilts her head to the side, watching the way she runs her fingers through thick strands of blue hair, her eyes shut with her annoyance. "it's so long," langa muttered, jyst loud enough for reki to hear. reki's own hair is a mess, as always, and is being held back by her signature headband. she also slid in a few hair pins to keep the more defiant bits back as well. "maybe i should get it cut."

reki frowns deeply at the idea. she loves langa's hair, especially with how long and luscious it is. it was one of reki's favorite attributes on her best friend, and how well it brought out her icy blue eyes and her pale white skin. it frames her face nicely, and two strands fall over her face on both sides.

she pulls at the ponytail holders on her wrist absentmindedly- she always keeps some just incase her headband wasn't working. then, an idea forms in her mind and she pushes to her feet, approaching langa. langa pauses in her frustrated but quiet complaints to look at her.

"here, let me help," reki said, moving to stand behind her. she halts, and when reki starts running her own fingers through her hair, her hands drop to her sides. she bends her knees a little to make the process easier for reki, her cheeks a light red. which was cute, though reki wasn't sure why she's blushing. maybe she was getting hot. "i'll braid it."

she focuses on pulling the correct amount of hair strands to the proper places. she takes a moment to appreciate just how soft and silky langa's hair is, too, and faintly smells the shampoo she uses: a mixture of pine and mint. which fits her so so well, and becomes one of reki's favorite smells in an instant.

reki gently guides long strands of blue hair to and from, twisting them together. she makes sure to keep them tight, but doesn't pull too hard. langa stays silent in front of her, the pink tint on her pale cheeks remaining. reki should grab her some water once she was finished; just to make sure she wasn't overheating.

she finishes the first braid, tying it with a ponytail holder and tossing it over langa's shoulder. she then moves to the other side to continue with the motions. they'd fallen into a comfortable silence, with reki sticking her tongue out in concentration while langa sits incredibly still, fingers twisting in the fabric of the yellow skirt she's wearing today. reki really likes seeing her in skirts. maybe it was because of the fat crush she has on her or maybe just because she looks great in them, she wasn't completely sure. she's just glad she has a pair of spandex on underneath, so that when she's skating she doesn't reveal anything.

when she skates wearing a skirt, reki almost becomes entranced, watching the fabric billow this way and that over her legs, lightly brushing the skin of her thighs. reki doesn't personally like to wear skirts- only on days she was feeling more feminine, which were rare- but she could definitely appreciate them when langa wears them. reki mostly wears pants and shorts, both kinds ripped all over, infuriating the teachers at school.

she finishes the second braid, and brings it over langa's other shoulder. then, she steps to langa's front to look her work over. the braids are still long enough to drop over her chest, the tips just reaching her stomach. reki didn't miss any strands of hair, too, so there aren't any stray bits sticking out like porcupine needles. the pink flush was still present on her cheeks as she nervously picked at the hem of her shirt, now, which reki finds adorable.

"that help?" reki asked. langa nods, so reki grins widely. "good. that means you don't have to cut, right?"

langa looks at her shyly through her lashes. "do you not want me to?" she asked, just about a mutter. reki tilts her head to the side.

"not really," reki replied honestly, and langa's eyes widen. the blush darkens in color, but somehow stays only on her cheeks. reki needs to find her a waterbottle. "i like your hair, i think it's pretty."

langa's eyes only widen further, and she bites her bottom lip, teeth pulling at the chapped skin. reki should also buy her some chapstick, since her lips were constantly dry and chapped. she'd taken notice of this fact, since she always somehow ends up staring at them. which was a problem. since they're friends. and she should not feel the constant urge to lean in and kiss her-

"okay," langa said, helpfully pulling reki from her spiraling thoughts. the taller girl runs a finger along the top of her braid, feeling the intricate bumps and curves. reki almost pouts, remembering their height difference. why does langa have to be so tall, while shes so short? how did langa end up being 6'1 while reki got stuck with being 5'9? it wasn't fair. probably the white person dna or something. she hardly reaches the other girl's chest, though she wasn't complaining about that view. "i won't cut it."

reki grins, and nods eagerly. "awesome!!" she exclaimed, and then gestures to the board. "come on, i'll show you how to rail slide."

langa nods just as eagerly, and they both hop on their boards. reki forgot to get her a waterbottle.

[bltzgore]

Alright here's an actual story fragment

Characrer index:

Jupiter: (Female) 6'1, strong, intense, scary, werebeast [turns into a monster called a rusttooth]

Sky: (Male) 5'10, sweet, caring, perceptive, usually observant, bold but not fearless

North: (Male) 6'2, snarky, playful, big brother figure, loyal, devoted

Tw: language panic, mention of blood, broken bones, hopelessness, claustrophobia I suppose? Idk this is still a wip.

The fall came out of nowhere. He hadn't even noticed the hole prior, but once he was slipping it was too late. He barely had long enough to yell as he was dragged down the icy hole. His stomach felt like it was in his chest as he fell, deeper, deeper. The light faded away, he dropped into the darkness, nothing but the chilling air on all sides until he was crushed between two icy jaws. It rattled him badly, slowing his fall but scraping him up as he continued to slide down. He expected to stop but it suddenly opened up. He wasn't sure how long he felt but when he hit ground it hurt. His legs were wedged in what felt like another hole and his torso cracked against a chunk of ice.

It took some time for him to actually understand what had happened, to steady himself enough to focus. He tried to take deep breaths but his doubtlessly broken ribs made that impossible. There was a tiny pinprick of light above him, but it didn't help much. He shuttered with the cold, fear, and pain as he tried to push himself free, but the speed of the fall, despite the slowing earlier he was wedged far too tight. He was stuck, ok, he had to stay calm. He couldn't do this himself, his friends were bound to notice he was gone. He tilted up towards the hole, "HELP! NORTH! JUPITER!" He stopped and waited, nothing. He felt a shard of white hot fear jab him in the chest. He was going to die here, they weren't going to find him- NO! He just needed to keep yelling they would find him. He steadied himself again, then kept yelling.

Jupiter was relaxed, it was pretty calm here. Not many people really ventured up this far, she was confident they would be undisturbed. She wished they could stay here, she loved it, all the blues and whites and wonderful landscape, but it was cold. Since she had been bitten she had gradually discovered that she had grown a much higher tolerance for the heat and the cold. It was a little cool for her, but for the others it was freezing. Their winter gear helped but it was still uncomfortable. They couldn't stay here, but for now she would bask in the cool peace that the landscape provided.

North walked up and placed down a few branches he had managed to find a little ways down from the forest up against the glacier. He glanced down at it then up towards Jupiter, "Enjoying yourself?"

She opened her eyes and nodded. This was the most relaxed North had ever seen her. She was basking in the bone chilling air, eyes shut and features relaxed. What almost made North question if she was mentally sound was that she was not armed. Jupiter always had some form of weapon on her, despite her ability.

This was good to see, she was never relaxed like this. He made a mental note to visit here again, if only to give Jupiter another chance to be this at ease. He knelt down to set the fire and noticed Jupiter seemed to snap to. "Didn't Sky go with you?" she asked, her tone not quite uneasy, but also her tension free stance was gone.

"No, he went to go get water, he should be back in a bit." North assured her. Jupiter seemed to calm at the news, but he could see that her muscles didn't relax. She'd be like that until Sky got back, well so be it, it would only be a few minutes. Time started to pass, five minutes, ten, then fifteen, then thirty, an hour later both of them were worried.

Jupiter had been pacing the camp when North walked over, "Let's go." he didn't need to say where.

They started in the direction that North had seen him go, luckily there were a few patches where the snow hadn't melted in the sun. Patches where Sky's tracks had stuck around. It led them off in the direction of the sound of rushing water.

Jupiter saw the hole before North did and grabbed the back of his shirt.

"What?" he seemed mildly irritated.

"That." she pointed to it.

"Oh shit. Do you think...?" he started looking back at her.

"Let's find out.'' She took several careful steps towards the hole stopping and kneeling down to make sure she at least had some form of tractions if she somehow started to slide. Jupiter cupped her hands around her mouth, took a deep breath and yelled "SKYYYYYYY!"

Sky froze, there! They were here! "JUPITER! NORTH! I'M DOWN HERE!!!! HELP!!" he winced and shut his eyes. In his excitement he'd over done it on a few breaths, and his ribs were shrieking. He tried to calm down, he needed to keep yelling, if he didn't they might not hear him. He clenched his jaw and took a breath, trying not to make it too deep. "JUPITER! NORTH!" It was louder and the shock knocked the wind out of him for a bit, "Help."

"Do you hear anything?" North asked.

"Shhhh!" she responded leaning her ear towards the hole. She shut her eyes, focusing on her ears. She flinched, "He's down there!" she announced turning back to North. "I heard him."

"So... we have to.." he started.

"Climb down and get him. Yes." she confirmed.

They had recovered what little gear they had from camp, which consisted of four climbing picks, a harness and line, and a few pitons. It was decided that North would get the harness and that Jupiter could free climb. This took some time to settle as North was reluctant to allow her to go without any sort of safety cord, but the fact remained that if one of them fell she would be the one capable of surviving. So he took the harness.

Once the anchor was set and the harness was hooked up they armed themselves with climbing picks and started their descent. They had both done something similar to this before. They had been required to climb a mountain with a group. It had been a sort of training exercise, though it had likely also been intended to build trust. However Jupiter and North had elected to go on their own. It had gone really well actually, Jupiter took up rock climbing for several months after.

The climb was draining, the further down they got the darker and colder it became. Jupiter was the more adept at this, but North was taking it all in stride. He had lost his grip a few times during which he was internally very thankful he had let Jupiter talk him into taking the harness. Jupiter on the other hand was getting more and more comfortable with this by the second.

At first she had been tense and focusing on one the portion of the wall at a time, just trying to stay focused. She'd almost lost one of the picks when she'd lost her grip, but her hand had changed, it had gone scaly, the claws were easily long enough and strong enough to sink into the ice just as well as the picks had been. After that she had become far more comfortable climbing around. After all she now had a second set of climbing picks that she couldn't drops.

Sky was shaking, shivering, freezing. He couldn't feel his fingers, which now he supposed was a good thing. He was pretty sure he was missing a nail or two from when he had tried to slow his fall he had been able to reach one of the walls. But again he couldn't feel that right now, he could barely see the blood in the water... the water? It was maybe five inches deep, a bit above his waist.

That hadn't been there before! His chest tightened, and his breaths became deeper and faster, causing his ribs to flare up with each gulp of air. The water was rising! He was going to drown! He tried struggling free again. The water was still running down here, it was going to fill the cave. He had to get out of here! Now! NOW! "No! No! No! No NO! HELP I'M GOING TO DROWN! HELP ME! PLEASE! I- ACK!" Pain raced through his chest and stole his breath away. He stopped, shock paralyzing him. He leaned forward against the ice chunk trying to breathe but trying to stop the pain, trying to calm himself down. Tears were starting to roll down his cheeks, "Help me," he sobbed breathlessly, "Please, save me."

Jupiter froze, "North! I heard him again, did you?"

He stopped and shifted himself to handle the weight, "I heard something."

"I think he said drowning." she seemed to be staring down at nothing.

He could practically read her mind, "Jupiter no."

"North, by the time we get there it could be too late." saying that stole the air from her throat.

"Or he's panicking, he could be fine. If we fall we're screwed too." North reminded, trying to calm her down.

"North." she gave him a serious look, "There's no way of knowing he's not in immediate danger. We have to get down there."

He went to argue back but she was already changing. She shifted from hanging onto the pick to anchoring her claws in the wall. Her claws were just about twice as long as the ice picks and now she had much more grip on her back legs. She clambered over to North and nodded to her back. He seemed reluctant but sighed, "If you fall we're screwed." he warned before climbing on, disconnecting the rope from his harness and getting a grip on her spines.

She was moving much faster, occasionally her claws would slide and North would completely tense up hanging on to her spines as tight as he could get his hands to grip. He would stay tense until a good five minutes after she was resituated and continued climbing down. She could feel when the walls started to close in. It got tight fast, and her tail was the first to get stuck. She started to lash it a little, feeling the ice cracking around her tail.

"It gets pretty claustrophobic pretty quick. I don't think you're going to fit." North observed, looking down.

She chuffed, yanking her tail free, then looked down at the hole she would need to find a way down. As a human she wouldn't have much of a problem getting through it. She couldn't really control when she would change back, and if she did she wouldn't be able to get a grip on the ice. There was really only one thing left to do.

"Ok, so what if you stay here, and I go down and find out what's happening." North suggested.

She shifted enough to see the hole below and glanced at her claws then sunk them into the wall, pulling them out through the ice, shredding it. She started slashing, slashing, slashing, cutting the hole larger.

"Or you could just cut your way down, why not." North snarked, before turning his attention to hanging on.

At first there was just a little bit of snow drifting down. It was falling from the hole above his head. He started to look up as chunks of ice started to splash in the water around him. It was just below his chest, but he could still lean down on the ice chuck and keep his head above water. More and more started to come tumbling down, was it a cave-in? He couldn't tell, but he decided he'd rather die to being buried alive than drowning. He shut his eyes and waited stifling his sniffling. But then there was a new sound. A very grating noise but unmistakable, the sound of breaking ice!

The fact that she was able to basically dig her way down, though yes the tunnel had already been started, was really impressing North. He knew rusttooths were powerful but this was wild. She was clawing massive pieces out of the wall and crushing them as they fell. At first it sort of confused him but then he understood, if Sky was at the bottom of this hole she didn't want him to get crushed.

Just as he was wondering how much longer this was going to take the floor she had carved gave out. They were in free fall, but Jupiter handled this well. She glanced down and saw where they were falling, right on top of a familiar figure! She took a swipe at the nearest wall before it was out of her reach. She wasn't trying to catch herself though. When she hit it she pushed herself away, changing their landing point.

Landing was a big rough on her joints but she landed on all found and bent to absorb the shock before towards North, who was already jumping off her back and running towards Sky. She took off after him, splashing through the water.

North knelt down beside Sky and pulled him into a hug seeing the state he was in. Shivering, crying, bruised and bleeding. Sky couldn't really speak, he was so tired, and it all hurt so bad, but he was safe now. They were here, they would save him. He stayed tucked against North, unable to do much else than hope North would understand what was wrong.

"I got you buddy, you're gonna be ok." North kept a hand on Sky's back then looked down. So that was it, he was stuck. "Ju, he's wedged, you're gonna need to dig him out."

She looked where he was pointing and nodded. She raised then jammed her claws through the water into the ice. She did this over and over going all the way around. Then she started to dig, cracks forming between the holes as pieces started to come away. Sky relaxed the more ice she pulled away until they could pull him out. From there North climbed back on Jupiter's back and made sure he was hanging on tight to her with one hand and to Sky with the other.

The climb up was far easier than the climb down for Jupiter. The way down had been a slow process of setting her claws in a spot she thought she could trust but then carefully putting her weight into it as she tested to see if she had hooked her claws in deep enough. She could practically run up the sides. Her claws sunk in much more naturally and her muscles were primed to work this direction.

As soon as they were back above ground Jupiter headed back towards the camp. The fire had gone out again and it was starting to get dark, so rekindling it was North's first priority. He climbed off and helped Sky down before heading over to the lighter.

"Ju, think you can change back?"

She shook her head and sat down turning to Sky and very carefully scooting him against her. Her monstrous form was radiating heat, how it kept her moving in the cold. It meant she would have to eat more frequently, but that wouldn't be much of a problem as long as they got out of here soon.

Sky cuddled into her underside, he was freezing and soaked. She did a good job blocking out the wind and trapping heat under her. She lowered her head and nuzzled him carefully, chuffing quietly.

North got the fire going, Jupiter was still stuck in rust form but didn't seem to mind. She was basically big enough to stand in for a tent, and when the snow started falling she was happy to play the part. She sat up, and Sky and North sat beneath her, North tending to Sky's wounds. Sky was able to tell them about the broken ribs, and North made sure his bloody fingers and scrapes were bandaged.          

[akisartblog]

So another Serebii academy character/OC! This time a teacher. Also warnings for description/app: As with all Serebii characters who are Awakened, mentions of death. With Liliana specifically: Mentions of Transphobia, violence against trans people, and some minor mentions of Gender Dysphoria. If I need to tag or mention anything else please let me know.

Name: Liliana Tsukujima Age: 34 Sex: Male Gender: Trans Female Sexuality: Homosexual Height: 6'1" Weight: 189 pounds Core: A pair of earrings that her mother gifted her as a coming-out acceptance. Two hanging purplish/pink gemstone earrings on a silver chain. Clubs: Runs Cooking Club History: Liliana was assigned male at birth, but at a young age realized she wasn't a boy. She didn't come out till her teens though, too afraid of being shunned. When she did come out her father reacted badly but her mother was quite accepting, even giving her a pair of earrings as a gift to show her acceptance. Her mother was quick to jump on giving her newly came out daughter any clothing she wanted and was excited to go shopping with her, trying on dresses and clothes and jewelry with her daughter. She told Liliana her chosen name was beautiful and was just overall a very kind and supportive parent. She may have not understood perfectly what her daughter went through but she was always willing to listen and try to help.  Liliana's father never quite warmed up to the idea but slowly started using her preferred pronouns and made a bit of an effort to not dead-name her.

Liliana met Dominique as a Salandit a bit before coming out, but the two quickly bonded for being different. Dominique allowed herself to be caught, and together the two worked together to get Dominique to evolve. Liliana shared everything with Dominique and Dominique knew that if Liliana could understand her she'd listen just as attentively to her. Even being unable to Liliana allowed the Pokemon to vent to her in her own language.

Of course, all was not perfect, and a lot of people refused to even be just mildly upset like her father. Dominique lost her life in her teens to a bunch of people who refused to accept her. Her life slipped through her fingers as Dominique was held down by the other's Pokemon and the transphobic assaulter hurled slurs and refused to call her by her pronouns. Luckily for the young woman, a Sylveon appeared and offered a way for her to live, and Liliana accepted. She fused with Dominique, became Aphrodite for the first time, got away from her attackers, and was able to get herself to a hospital before unfusing. Not too long after she got an invite to the academy, accepted, and found a lot more acceptance there than any other school she went to. She grew, matured, was able to start transitioning, and altogether found a higher level of happiness.

Liliana graduated, went to college for a Chemistry degree, and later a degree in teaching, all while helping with handling the Shadow Pokemon that cropped up. When offered a position at the school where she found acceptance, even if not by everyone, she happily jumped on the chance. Soon becoming the Biology teacher. Later she also became the headteacher of the Cooking Club. Personality: Liliana is usually seen as quite cheerful if a bit sassy and sarcastic. She loves her students and is always willing to be a listening ear if they do not wish to visit Adelaide. She has a tendency to break down and not defend herself in the face of ridicule or misgendering, a deep fear still lingering after the attack. Though in cases of others being ridiculed for their gender identity she is quite defensive and won't allow it. Deep down she isn't quite as cheerful as she shows to be, suffering from Depression and still getting flashes of Dysphoria. She often likes to fuse when her gender Dysphoria acts up too much, being Aphrodite, a form so feminine and different, helping her get through it.

Pokemon Partner: Salazzle | Dominique Type: Poison/Fire Ability: Corrosion Gender: Female Level: 95 Common Moveset: Toxic, Flamethrower, Protect, Venoshock History: Dominique always knew she was an odd Salandit when she was young. Not only was she a different color than her peer's, but she had no desire for a horde of males crawling over her. She was much more attracted to the females. This left her floundering from standing out. Until one day she met a nice kid who seemed to be rather upset. Dominique knew that visibly they looked like a male of their species, but was later told by the kid that they really didn't feel like a man, but more like a woman. Dominque grew close to this child and became her partner. Dominique was, for a while, her trainer's only confidant on everything, but especially her trainers gender identity. Dominique was the first to learn that her trainer chose the name Liliana for herself. She thought it was a beautiful name, and that her trainer would grow into a beautiful woman.

That belief was almost challenged just a few years later, as she and Liliana went for a walk. By this point Liliana was long out of the closet, wearing clothes that she felt fit her, and with her mother supporting her. In Dominique's opinion, she was a pretty young lady, and all the other women should be jealous. But during their walk a group of Liliana's peer's suddenly ganged up on the two, their own Pokemon quickly holding down Dominique, even though by this point she had evolved, they overwhelmed her. Dominique struggled and tried to help her trainer as the group beat Liliana up and hurled terrible slurs at her trainer. But in the end, she watched in terror as her trainer slowly stopped struggling and trying to fight back, as the light in her eyes dimmed. Dominique cried out for her friend, her trainer, the person who would listen to Dominique complain about her own struggles even though she couldn't understand her.

Then, to Dominique's surprise, a Sylveon appeared, and suddenly her trainer was more alert before suddenly the two were not two but one. In a split second, Dominique and Liliana were Aphrodite, and Aphrodite quickly took down her attackers enough to escape and stumble to a hospital where the two unfused. Dominique had no clue what happened, but she did know she needed to get attention for her trainer who was better but still injured. She got the medical humans out and watched as her lovely trainer was taken back into the hospital. Once she was discharged Dominique happily hugged her lovely trainer and sobbed out how worried she was, to her amazement, her trainer fully understood her words.

From there they talked, bonded more, and went to Serebii Academy. Liliana made friends, the two of them took down Shadow Pokemon, and then later moved on to college where her trainer advanced her education. Dominique was so proud of the woman her trainer, her partner, had become. A beautiful young woman just like Dominique always knew she would be. And she was especially happy when the two returned to the Academy to teach, as it was one of the most accepting places her partner had ever been. Personality: Dominique is a very sassy and sarcastic Pokemon to most others but is very kind and a good listener to those she is close to. She has no fear to whip you into shape though, and if you DARE attack her partner, or even misgender her purposefully, she will not hold back. She is defensive of her trainer and refuses to see her in the state she was in after the attack. She is very supportive of Liliana, as well as any other LGBT+ people. She fits in with them in her own opinion, able to understand their plea's from both her own experience and watching what Liliana went through.

Alter Ego: Aphrodite Gender: Female Personality: Aphrodite is very sassy and kind, but also quite playful. Even while fighting she likes to play around a bit, taunt her opponent, dance around them, and just play with them before taking them down. She can be flirty with women and may seem overly so at times. She is protective of a lot of people, but she is especially protective of LGBT+ kids. Aphrodite will not hesitate to physically deal with someone if she must to protect them.

[amnachil]

To the Perfection Chapter 1 Part 2

I’m very stupid :o I totally forgot to post the next part !! I’m sorry :( I hope you’ll like it anyway

Thomas Monday January 7

The last week of the holiday went and ended like a blur. Monday came. The end of the holidays. Thomas wasn't particulary sad about it. After all, he mostly stayed at home where he played video games. Of course, he had a very organized schedule for his training too. But well, he didn't want to be back at school either. He hadn't any difficulties and he had already studied more than enough. It was more a social problem. It would be false to say he didn't have friends, only they weren't real friends. They do like me. Because I'm smart, good-looking and Raphaël's brother. Nonetheless, he wasn't sure a single one of them knew his favorite game or his favorite movie. In the end, they liked his reputation more than anything else.

"Hi Thomas." greeted Ilhan. "You look good today."

"Thanks." smiled the ginger lad.

You don't even ask me how I am doing anymore, uh ? He had met Ilhan during last year, when this one moved in town from the south. At first, the newcomer was acting more friendly, more kind with Thomas. Now I guess he thinks someone like me can only be fine. They all think that way.

"I saw your brother on TV last week." continued his classmate, far away his thoughts. "He's so awesome. You're so lucky to be related."

Really ? Thomas liked his big brother, yes, but it was sometimes hard to live in his shadow. He had always tried to be nicer, kinder, and now he thought about it, it probably explained his whole personality. Anyway, Raphaël was still far better in everything. Even in love...

"Hey guys." intervened Cody.

Thomas barely looked at him. He joined his class, letting his mind ramble.

At noon, the young lad escorted some of his friends to the local Mcdo. According to them, it was to celebrate the end of the holidays. Most of them were soccer players, just like him. They were hanging together for years, but none of them knew how much he hated burgers. They just don't care at all. Once in the restaurant, Thomas quickly found a table and took a sit. He looked around, bored. The flavor made him sick. A new year eh... It started like the last. Well, except for Dan who was moving in. Only the idea of this made him shiver with pleasure. The two of us, alone at home... Around him, his friends were coming with their order, but he ignored their waffles. He looked foward to be wednesday, when his mother would leave. (Of course he was sad about her departure, but better watch the good side of it, right ?).

"Thomy, what do you think ?"

The ginger turned towards his friends, surprised to hear his name. They were all waiting for an answer to the question he didn't listen.

"Cody and Ilhan are convinced the little Ulrich will be the next captain of the team once we graduate." resumed his third fellow, Joël. "I say otherwise, he's too cocky, don't you think ?"

"Man, you're hella cocky and you're the supporting striker." retorted Ilhan.

The other smirked. He was tall (around 184 cm or 6'1") and definitely ripped. Joël was Thomas's partner for work out, so this explained that. Well, it's true he's arrogant.

"Still, little Ulrich is just... unfit for the role." he stated.

A waiter went to refill Cody's glass with coke. Thomas recognized an old friend of Raphaël, Sam. Back in highschool, he was an awful jock, a bit like Joël. But with my brother's control, he became what he truly wanted to be. A kinda fat young adult. At least, his personnality had softened along his body. The young teenager greeted him with a nod, and then focused bad on his friend's conversation. They were still arguing about this nonsense.

"Guys, it doesn't matter right now." he smiled. "We have to focus on our games until graduation, okay ?"

They all agreed. What a bunch of boot-lickers.

This evening, when Thomas arrived at home, his mother was waiting for him. She wanted to talk. The ginger smiled cheerfully and sat on the couch. Another unecessary discussion... He loved her, but as the others, she didn't know him very well. She always said he was "as perfect as Raphaël." Why people couldn't see past their resemblance ?

"I'm leaving in two days now..." she started. "I wanted to be sure you're okay with that ? I know this isn't what we planned, but your father and I think you're very capable..."

He could guess the rest. Like my brother, right ?

"...Like your brother. Anyway, tell me what do you think ?"

You won't like what I think. Hey mom, I'm totally gay and you will literally let me alone with my crush for almost five years. I hate your new shoes, by the way.

"Everything gonna be fine." he assured kindly. "I already know how to survive on my own, and Dan will be there with me. I know you miss dad, and I know you two want to be together as fast as possible."

His mother sighed, reassured. She was so predictable. Raphaël and him were free to do whatever they wanted for years now, since they knew how to manipulate her.

"I'll cook diner." he decided.

After all, he couldn't wait to see Dan eating his food.

Dan Wednesday January 9

"Looks like we got everything. I'm sure you'll feel like home quickly."

Dan smiled to Raphaël's mother. He had always be welcome in their house, it wouldn't be much of a change to move in. He looked at his "new" environment. His boyfriend had a wide bedroom, with a lot of full bookcases. Some old clothes were lying around. A portrait of them during Raphaël's departure party caught his attention. We're together for one year and more than seven months now. As long as he remembered, he had always been friend with Raphaël. When he had done his coming out, the soccer's genius had asked for a date. I was so surprised, back then. I would have never guessed he was on the same side.

"I know this is a selfish request." said suddenly Mrs. Muller. "But I really hope you'll watch over Thomas. He's so grown-up, it worries me sometimes. I mean, he's completely capable but... He's not even 17 yet."

"It's normal to be stressed but I'll be there all the time. I'm not going anywhere."

She nodded. It was easy to reassure her apparently.

"I hope he will relax a little, he looks so tensed..." she whispered. "Thomas is always taking things too seriously. He should learn some tips from Raphaël."

Dan made a face, a bit skeptical. Raphaël's definition of fun is very personal, to my humble opinion. Make the man genuinely smile was very hard, not to mention laugh.

"They must be waiting for us." Mrs. Muller stated. "Let's go."

All the family went to the bus station. She was going to New York, and then she would take a plane to England. A long trip, but she seemed almost glad to do it.

"My boys. You're both amazing, you know that ?" she said as a goodbye. "I love you. I'm really proud of you."

Thomas nodded silently. Raphaël did nothing but stare at her. I can only imagine how bizarre it must have been to educate these two...

"Raphaël, I'm sure you'll shine as the best center foward of our country." she smiled. "Also, I know you're still hesitating, but you should start this career in modelling. You're so handsome."

He didn't answer at all. Dan knew he wasn't approving this. He saw the little tautness of his jaw, the almost invisible twicthing of his fingers. And his eyes. They were so emotionless. He's too polite to say anything, but he's far from convinced.

"And you my dear Thomas." Mrs. Muller continued, far away these considerations. "You'll be as good as your brother, I'm sure of it. Try to have some fun okay ?"

He did his warmest smile.

"Of course mom. I love you too."

It was a different way to express his feelings, but it was just as much significant. He's also disappointed. But he'll not say it either. In this family, they weren't saying much. You had to read between the lines, to guess what they were thinking. An exercise Dan started to get used too. Anyway, their mother left after a last good bye. And they went back home.

This evening, probably to distract himself from his mother's departure, Thomas cooked another feast. According to Raphaël, he was always cooking a lot when he was troubled. Much for Dan pleasure, he was the one taking advantage of it. And boy, he cooks so well. Apparently, Thomas wasn't interested in a culinary's career, but he was so gifted for it.

"You enjoyed yourself." whispered Dan's boyfriend while stroking his distended stomach.

His rubs caused a slight series of belch. They were comfortably lying on their bed after this succulent diner.

"I can't resist a good meal." confessed the junior. "You know I have zero control over my eatings habits."

"Yeah, I noticed." chuckled Raphaël.

Slowly, he kissed his boyfriend with passion. I love him so much. People always said Raphaël was insensitive, but that was so not true. The ginger lad smoothly rolled over Dan and kissed him again.

"If Thomas doesn't stop, you will end up fat again. And I'm pretty sure he won't stop."

As he spoke, he fondled Dan's chest and belly. His touch was sensual, enjoyable. It feels so nice. Raphaël was more than appealing, and the junior was already getting aroused.

"I don't care about that." he replied. "Do you ?"

"Absolutely not."

Dan's hands found a way to Raphaël's ass. A firm and solid ass. His boyfriend unclothed them. Oh boy. I'm gonna love this night.

Raphaël left early in the morning, around 6 a.m. He would be gone for almost two weeks, until saturday 19th. Dan escorted him to his bus. It wasn't the first time they were separated for a long time, but it always felt bad. I miss him each time. But they would manage, they always did.

"I'll call you once I'm there." assured Raphaël. "And I'll relay my schedule to you."

"Sure thing."

Dan hugged him firmly. I want to have you a bit more.

"You'll look over Thomas, right ? I know he's acting weird since this case with Liam last year... I think he's more disturbed by this stuff than he pretends to be."

"You worry too much honey." reassured him Dan. "But I swear I'll take care of him."

It's only the third time you and your mother ask me to do it after all. The bus left five minutes later. The junior looked his boyfriend go away for a moment, gloomy. Then, he headed back home. Much to his surprise, Thomas was already awake. And he had made breakfast. A big breakfast. Well, what is the more worrying right now is how much weight I'll put on in only two weeks ?

To be continued

The setting is now finished. Let’s see if Thomas will be able to resist his desire with his crush... Especially when Dan has no problem with the feeding part at all ;)

[writehardwhumpharder]

Carson drabble - follow up to gunshot wound, leaving the hospital

Since I don't have an OC description for Daniel yet he's Carson's best friend, lives in the apartment directly above Carson's. They have known each other since college about 4-5 years. He's 27, about 6'1, broad shoulders, muddy blonde hair cut short, green eyes, friendly, social, and caring. Owns a book shop in town. Little bit of a book nerd like Carson.

Carson didn't wake up when the ambulance arrived. He didn't wake up when they took him to the hospital. He didn't wake up when they cleaned and stitched his wound. He didn't wake up when they put him in a private room. And he didn't wake up as his friends hovered around his hospital bed anxiously for the next three days.

Needless to say, everyone was worried, doctors were confused. The gunshot wound caused him to lose a fair bit of blood and required urgent medical attention, but after that, when things slowed down, they didn't understand why he was still unresponsive. He spiked a high fever the first night, a side effect of taking in massive amounts of other people's life energy. Souls just aren't meant to be mixed together like that. So when they chalked it up to an infection, they weren't entirely wrong.

Riley was tense with worry and felt like she couldn't fully breathe until Carson's best friend Daniel was finally informed of what happened and rushed to meet them. The atmosphere in the room was somber and quiet except for the rhythmic beeping of Carson's heart monitor. If things weren't so dire, he would have laughed at the sight.

"No need for the long faces guys. He's fine." He said, sinking down into an empty seat by the bed, noting it's tragic use of flashy patterns and 90's pastels.

Morris chose that moment to walk in holding a couple cups of coffee. Anger flashed across Riley's face at how nonchalant he was being. The doctors had no explanation for his apparent coma and had already begun whispering about potential brain damage.

Daniel sighed, trying to be sensitive after the scare they'd had. "He does this sometimes. I swear he'll wake up in a day or four good as new."

Riley and Morris exchanged hard looks. "What are you talking about?" She asked.

"He used magic right? Probably a lot of it?" Daniel said, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees. Riley nodded.

"We aren't sure exactly what he did. But the suspect suddenly went down, practically paralyzed. And Carson fell a few seconds after that."

Danny considered that for a moment, humming in thought. "Soul magic is a delicate and intimate form of magic. Along with healing skills, I've heard rumors of some of the stronger soul magicians having the rare ability of... mental manipulation."

"You mean mind control?" Morris said, failing to hide his surprise. "Just how dangerous is this guy." The older cop set his cup down on the window sill and ran a hand through his hair, a nervous habit.

"Relax. I've seen him practice it a few times and he managed to stop my cat from knocking the remote off the kitchen counter for maybe three seconds before he lost control of her. He probably just left him stunned for a moment."

A groan interrupted them and Carson shifted under the covers. They all whipped their heads toward him. He wasn't exactly awake, but he wasn't unconscious either. The nurse told them to let him wake up on his own so the three of them sat in impatient silence as Carson slowly blinked his eyes open. They moved around the room, never settling on one particular thing.

"Those chairs are hideous." He muttered, voice horse from lack of use. Daniel smirked at the statement. "Is there any food? I'm starving." Carson said.

Apparently he didn't mean hospital food because Carson immediately went to work removing his IV and unclipping the heart monitor from his finger. His clothes were neatly piled on top of a dresser that was more for decoration than actual use.

"A little privacy please."

"Wait a second, you can't just leave. You've been unconscious for three days." Riley said.

"Yep, three days of solid rest and now I'm ready for some lunch. Let's go, just as soon as I get my clothes on." He said, giving them a harsh stare that implied he was waiting for them to leave. Riley and Morris didn't move, still looking concerned and a little bit annoyed.

"Really, you should have a doctor clear you." Morris said.

Carson rolled his eyes and carefully maneuvered his hospital gown so that he could put his pants on underneath, then took that off and was about to replace it with his button down shirt when he encountered a problem.

"Oh... right." He looked down at his shirt, they hadn't thrown it out but what was once a light grey was now stained a dark reddish brown. There was also a small hole on either side where the bullet went through. Now that he thought about it, his shoulder was awfully sore, but if he didn't move it he felt almost okay.

Before Carson could attempt to leave the hospital shirtless in middle of October Daniel produced a backpack from beside his chair. "I gotcha buddy." He smiled.

"You're the best."

Carson riffled through the bag, Daniel had packed a few shirts along with clean socks and underwear. He recognized most of it as his own but there was one oversized T-shirt thrown in there that definitely belonged to Daniel. Getting it over his shoulder would be no easy feat but damn did it look comfortable. Carson pulled it out of the bag and his friend gave him a knowing smile.

It turned out to be loose enough that the pain of slipping his arm through the hole was only unbearable for a few short seconds until it settled into a steady throb. The nurse had left a sling for him to keep his arm immobile while his shoulder healed.

"Okay I'm ready." Carson declared.

Riley looked him over and stifled a laugh. His dark jeans still had blood stains on them, the T-shirt was two whole sizes too big, his arm was strapped into a sling, oh and he had maybe the worst case of bedhead she had ever seen.

"Not so fast." Daniel added before smoothing Carson's hair into something that resembled its usual style. "Now you're ready."

They all headed out into the hallway. Carson staggered a little, still a bit dizzy. The bright lights in the hallway assaulting his eyes didn't help. Daniel caught his elbow to steady him and left it there which made it a little easier for Carson to insist he was fully recovered. After signing some papers he was free to leave. It was a sunny day but the wind made it feel colder than it really was. Carson's jacket had to be draped over his injured shoulder, making it a little less effective.

Riley and Morris walked a few steps behind. They had been there with him when he got shot, rushed him to the hospital, and waited three agonizing days to find out whether he was going to be okay or not. But now that his friend Danny had arrived they almost felt like they were intruding.

"They have sort of an... odd chemistry." Morris commented quietly.

"Yeah I noticed. But I guess we shouldn't be surprised Carson's friend is equally as strange as he is." Riley said.

"I meant-"

"I know what you meant."

The two detectives had some work to do at the station but Morris offered everyone a ride first so they all piled into his car. He was going to drop them off downtown by some restaurants that were within walking distance of their apartment building but Carson was suddenly too tired to go out.

"Take out it is then. Do you mind waiting a sec while I run in and grab some things?" Danny asked politely. Morris shrugged and waited outside the local deli while he ordered a couple sandwiches. When he got back Carson was leaning his head against the window with his eyes closed, pretty close to dozing off by the looks of it. A few minutes later they arrived at their apartment building and Daniel had to drag a very tired and reluctant Carson out of the car while carrying literally all of his belongings for him as well. Leaving the hospital must have used up a lot of his energy because Carson had apparently given up on doing things like standing or walking by himself. Though he somehow woke up enough to thank Morris and give a quick wave as the honda civic peeled away from the curb, disappearing into traffic.

[driverpicksthemooseic]

Shit, remember how I said I had the mighty need for the “quick we need to kiss so the bad guys get off our trail” trope? Remember how I said I’d probably end up writing it myself? I, uh, I did that. Here you go. AO3 link here. Original prompt here. Fic text under the cut.

"Listen," says Fowler, "I'm not sure where the Department stands on employment rights for plastic people now you've had your little movement, but I'll be damned if I'm going to lose a good team." He throws a file on the table. "If anyone asks, this didn't happen. That said, we have suspicious activity at the Eden Club. You had... success, by a measure of the word, there previously, so I'm sending you two in again. Keep a low profile. Don't fuck it up."

"What sort of suspicious activity?" Connor asks.

"It's all written right there. Read it yourself and get the fuck out of my office, I've got mountains of paperwork to file to keep you here. Officially, you're not on active duty. Unofficially, I expect results. Investigate the club ASAP and get back to me with something useful."

Hank huffs. "It's all in the file?"

"That's what I said."

"I know what the fuck you said," Hank snaps, and walks out, leaving Connor standing awkwardly in Fowler's space, facing down a spectacularly unhappy expression.

"Is there any pertinent information not included in the file?" He resists the urge to fiddle with something, anything. As a Deviant, he has a lot of irrational needs such as this.

"Are your audio receptors as broken as your personality matrix?" Fowler waves him away. "Get to work."

Quietly, Connor slips out the door.

***

The files are spread out on their shared desk when Connor makes it back. Surprisingly, Hank looks pleased, rifling through them with an uncharacteristic gentleness. Connor raises an eyebrow. "I haven't had anything fucking normal to do in this station for ages," Hank clarifies. "No Deviants, no freak murders, just a group of assholes harassing sex workers." He shrugs. "Par for the fucking course."

"They're clients of the establishment?"

"New ones. They keep shoehorning themselves into other people's rooms, apparently. Why bother renting out all the VIP rooms in the club when there are only a few of you?"

Connor blinks. "They have a lot of money and time?"

"No," Hank says. "You haven't been in the Department long enough, I guess. This is Red Ice smuggling. Textbook." He grins. "Fuckers are stupid enough to disregard the new 'don't destroy our employees' policy. Normally, no-one would give a shit, but as soon as they start breaking rules..."

"They could be facing murder charges," Connor extrapolates.

"Not that they would stick," Hank mutters. "It's an easy enough job. You shouldn't have to put anything in your mouth." He pauses, winces. "Anyway."

"How long has this been going on?"

"A few days." Hank sighs. "Not long enough to set up anything substantial, but if we can get a lead on their organisation..."

"You think they aren't acting alone?" It's true Connor doesn't yet know enough about the city to make leap judgements, but it's seemed so far like dog eat dog. Nobody seems eager to rely on each other. Then again, with the promise of enough pay...

"Too risky for a solo effort. No, they've got someone watching their back."

"You want to infiltrate the ring?"

Hank gives him a sharp look. "You don't?"

"That's not what I was implying." Connor crosses his arms, a gesture he seems to have picked up from somewhere he can't remember. Just like the line between Deviant and Machine, his mannerisms have slowly blurred further and further out of the realm of CyberLife's programming. "I just want to be sure. We're going to need trackers. And a distraction in order to secure them."

"Ideas?"

"It's situational," Connor admits, sheepish. "I don't recommend fighting them. We shouldn't bring attention to ourselves or Fowler may have our positions terminated."

"Fair enough." Suddenly, Hank's placing something in his palm. Rounded, slightly warmed by the heat of Hank's body, engraved, solid. A coin. His coin. "Let's get to work and bring these bastards down."

***

The Eden Club has changed by exactly nothing save a sign outlining the new company policy. The music still drowns out the obscene noises drifting from the VIP rooms, booming bass and droning indecipherable lyrics. Connor doesn't particularly feel he's developed an extensive musical taste, but it's enough to realise he much prefers Hank's metal to pounding club music.

Beautiful men and women grind against poles, dollar bills tucked into the wastebands of revealing lingerie. Workers pose enticingly in glass cases, untouchable and all the more tantalising for it. Or so Connor imagines. After seeing the fear in the eyes of the couple they'd intercepted last time, he can't really appreciate the view.

"The Department should cover the price this time," Connor offers, gesturing to an android off to the far right. Outwardly, she's perfectly composed, but he can see the way her pulse is jumping. Every so often, her eyes dart to the side, frantic.

Hank groans. "I'm making you open your own account after this. I'm not raising any more alarms with my credit company."

Connor approaches the woman slowly, transmitting his credentials over their shared neural net. Immediately, her simulated breathing eases. "I figure you guys are investigating the assholes who've come in every day since Monday," she says. She holds out a hand for Connor to take. "Here, take a look. They've been scaring the shit out of the other customers and harassing my colleagues."

They link, and Connor observes the perpetrators, three men, ranging from 6'1 to 6'4, two brunette, one blonde, stomping through the club, banging on doors and yelling over the din. One has a distinctive tattoo on his right temple, a CyberLife logo dripping blue blood. Possible android prejudice? It would explain the casual disregard of the new management. It certainly makes a statement in an android-populated strip club. He describes the men, and the tattoo, to Hank.

"That's just fucking obnoxious," Hank says. "Thanks for the info," he tells the worker, and turns back to Connor. "Let's check out the rooms. Could be they've hidden something there already."

"Hey," says the android. "Haven't you been here before?"

"No," Hank grits out, at the same time as Connor's swift, "Yes."

"Nothing to be ashamed of, Lieutenant," Connor whispers. Hank makes quickly for the nearest door.

***

The room is closed-in and smells unpleasantly of sex. The walls seem undamaged, and the floor is solid concrete under a garish heart-shaped rug. No obvious hiding places, but they could be intending to run deals straight out of pocket. "Anything?" Hank asks.

"Nothing I can see outright."

"What about the bed?"

Connor kneels down, brings a hand to the sheets. As expected, there's residue. He opens his mouth, starts to bring his fingers to his lips. "Jesus Christ," Hank cuts in, almost startling him. That's a new feeling.

"What?" Connor looks up, perplexed.

"No licking shit. I don't need DNA profiles of every jackass getting a happy ending here, right in the very fucking air I'm breathing."

Connor shrugs. He can't contract human diseases, but Hank's discomfort is understandable. "From surface analysis, I read Thirium, semen-"

"I don't need a play-by-play either," Hank starts, grimacing, but Connor holds up a hand.

"There's also Red Ice."

"Okay," Hank says. "Okay, that's a start. At least it means people aren't afraid to shoot up in here. Prime environment to run a business."

Connor begins to nod, but is interrupted by a loud banging. "Open up! Open the fuck up before we open for you!"

Hank pales. "Is that-?"

"The voice profiles match."

Shit. Connor's processors go into overtime. He could fight, but it's not a tactically sound decision. If they blow their cover, the operation is compromised, and the dealers will change locations. It could be ages before they pick up the scent again. They could hide, but the underside of the bed probably couldn't fit them both. The lighting isn't quite dim enough to hide their forms either way. Think. What reason would they have to be here?

Oh. Oh, shit.

"Hank," Connor starts. Not Lieutenant, just Hank. Hank gives him a baffled stare. "This is the only method with a high probability of success, so please go along with it."

Naturally, the words don't register, but Connor doesn't have time to explain. Instead, he begins to strip, quickly and efficiently. They're in plain clothes, no badges, nothing that would indicate they were here for anything more than a good time. For the first time, Connor finds himself thanking Fowler. But not for long, because they're here in the first place.

Hank looks horrified, and Connor has a tenth of a second to maybe feel a little offended before he climbs into Hank's lap. On instinct, Hank's hands go to his hips, steadying him. Something dark and heated flips in Connor's stomach. He doesn't think about it. He can't think about it. Cautiously, he lowers his mouth onto Hank's neck and sucks. He has no frame of reference. This is beyond even Deviant subroutines.

Hank's breath hitches. His heartrate skyrockets. "Wha-?" Connor puts two fingers over Hank's lips and continues to nip and lick at his neck, other hand going to the buttons on his shirt.

"We're coming in! Time's up. Room's ours now." Connor looks up, briefly. Three buttons undone. "You can fuck your pretty little twink elsewhere, old man." Four buttons.

"What the fuck, man?" Hank says. His voice is gravelly, breathless, lower than Connor's ever heard it. "I paid good money for this lay."

"And we paid better money. Get out."

"Whatever. Fucking pricks," Hank growls. He gets up, guiding Connor out of the room, hand on the small of his back. Why won't Connor's pulse calm? The situation is under control.

Hank elbows them out of the way, pushing violently out of the door. Nobody but an android could possibly sense the tracker he places in the head dealer's jacket pocket. Connor takes a moment to look at them, wide-eyed, pulling their attention away from Hank's exit.

"I'll pull your pump regulator still beating out of your chest if you don't leave right the fuck now. Don't make me count to three."

"Okay," Connor replies, voice soft and demure. He could incapacitate them here and now. One swift blow to the side of the head.

"C'mon," Hank says, ahead of him. Connor rushes out to the slamming sound of the door behind him. They've already won. "Mission accomplished."

Faintly, Connor notices Hank's heartbeat is still racing, hummingbird fast. Odd, he thinks. Must be the adrenaline of a new case.

[mayfieldmarsh]

It Doesn’t Work That Way

Summary: Each month Richie gets sadder. Will someone be able to stop his downward spiral before it’s too late? No Pennywise au (who is she? I don’t know her.), takes place in the late 80’s, all of the losers are 16/17, nothing nsfw so it doesn’t matter that much.

Pairing(s): Reddie, slightly implied Benverly at the begining

TW/ warnings: suicidal thoughts, self harm, parental abuse

A/N:  I don’t know if it’s that great. I’m writing some of this from experience, some of it not, so I’m sorry if it all doesn’t tie in that well. 

Words: 7.8k

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Richie had always thought of himself as an outcast. Yeah, he was a part of the losers club, as some people called them, but he felt that even with his friends he didn’t fit in. He felt that no one in his group really valued him. He felt as if everybody in the group had a place except for him.

Bill had been the leader of the club. He was the best at making decisions, and he was a genuinely good friend. Then there was Stan, sure had an obscure sense of humor, but he was also really smart, and he had a way of just knowing things. Mike was basically the group’s historian. He knew all about the town’s past to the point where he seemed obsessed. Ben was the group’s poet lover-boy, with the kindest laugh you have ever head. How could you complete a group without a Ben? Beverly was the only girl in the group, so how could everyone not love her? She was pretty, smart and had the best sense of humor. She was just so chill overall. Then there was Eddie, whom Richie adored. Eddie was obviously the hypochondriac, pocket-sized  nurse of the group. They all somehow fit just perfectly in the group. But then there was Richie. Sure he could crack a few at least decent here and there but, what else was he good for?

August 

School had just ended and kids were pouring out of the building like a title wave. Richie and Bev had gone to their usual spot on the side of the school where no one would be able to see them unless they were looking directly at the two. Without words being exchanged Bev took a cigarette out of her leather jacket and put it between her lips. Richie took out his lighter from his oversized jean jacket and lit the cigarette. They sat down on the side of the wall and Bev let out a puff of smoke. She then proceeded to look at Richie and give a gesturing motion to the cigarette. Richie took it between his fingers and plopped it on between his lips.

“So what’s going on with you Tozier?” Bev asked breaking the comfortable silence between them as Richie let out a puff of smoke upwards.

“What’s it to you Ringwald?” Richie replied with a grin handing the cigarette back. That had been their thing. Every day after school they would come outside and share a cigarette.

“Well since you didn’t feel the need to share your crush on Eddie with me, I now know that I need to ask what’s going on in that mind of yours,” she replied as it was obvious, but nevertheless with a smirk. If Richie had the cigarette in his mouth he would have ended up spitting it out creating a burn on his black skinny jeans. Thank god he didn’t.

“I do not have a crush on Eddie,” Richie responded looking at Bev as if she had gone crazy. Bev took the cigarette away from her mouth revealing her almost shit eating grin as she blew away the smoke.

“Surrree you don’t,” she said handing back the cigarette with a giggle.

“I’m serious Bev, I don’t like Eddie! I’m not gay!” He defends and immediately regrets it. He looks around to make sure no one is listening to their conversation. After he does a thorough examine, he lets out a relieved exhale and takes the cigarette from Bev.

Bev’s eyes soften as she continues to talk to him. “Look Rich, that’s not what I’m trying to say. Look, it’s just me. You don’t have to hide anything. We’re supposed to tell each other everything. We’re supposed to be best friends. You don’t have to worry about me judging you,” she says sweetly. A much different tone from what she was using before. Richie smiles at the idea of them being best friends. He revels in the feeling of actually being valued by someone.

Richie gave a smile to her as he handed back the cigarette. He didn’t want to be rude with her when she was genuinely just trying to be a good friend, so he held back the urge to snap back with some asshole joke.

“Why does it even matter? It’s not like he would ever feel the same way,” he said almost defeated. Bev’s lighthearted smile was taken away by his last comment. “You don’t know that Rich,” she said trying to be supportive, “for all you know he could like you right back,” she finished with a smile. 

“How would you know,” he asked genuinely wanting to know what her answer would be.

“Well I did figure out you liked him didn’t I? I see the way that you look at each other,” she smiled and inhaled the nicotine. She did have a point. “Plus he’s always wearing those tight red shorts that just seem to scream ‘gay’ to me,” she said with a suggestive high pitched voice and giggled looking back at Richie. 

“You got me there,” he laughed looking back at Bev through his big ass glasses. “What about you and Ben? How’s it going with you two, if you catch my drift?” he asked suggestively with a wink.

“Oh my god Richie, I’m not talking about my sex life with you,”  Bev rolled her eyes.

She pushed the cigarette against the wall to put it out. She then dropped it on the pavement near the wall. It had landed in a pile of cigarettes that had been manifesting since the first day of school a few weeks ago.

“We better pick up that pile sooner or later or else someone’s going to find it and catch us,” Richie scolded her but not actually caring what would happen if someone did manage to find their stash of cigarette butts. 

“Oh shut it trashmouth,” Bev smiled looking up at Richie. He threw an arm around her as they walked away from the school. For the first time in a long time Richie felt hope. Hope that one day he would finally belong somewhere, even if it was just with Bev. He didn’t know how long this new found hope would last for, but it sure as hell felt good right now. Apparently, not very long.

September

The losers club had grown worried about Richie. He wasn’t acting like himself. Truth is, he wasn’t himself.

Richie’s parents were beating down on him like there was no tomorrow. He tried to go to school with the same trashmouth physique as always, but some days he couldn’t even bare to muster a smile.

To make matters worse Eddie had gotten himself a girlfriend. The two boys didn’t spend nearly as much time together as they used to. It was all taken up by that bitch Vanessa. They had only been together for a few weeks, but at this point they were attached at the hip. Wherever Eddie went, Vanessa followed like a puppy dog. Richie hated her. Okay maybe he didn’t hate her, just the idea of her. She should not be allowed to date Eddie. Eddie Kaspbrak should be reserved for Richie, and Richie only. They had been friends since they were children. Richie didn’t understand why Eddie would do something like that to him. Richie was hella jealous out of his mind.

Richie would try to act like everything was more than okay, but eventually the losers caught on. He started to miss perfect moments to make unnecessary dirty jokes about Eddie’s mom. While Eddie might have been thrilled to know that Richie was changing into a better man, he knew better. Eddie knew when Richie wasn’t acting like himself.

Richie was standing by his locker glaring at the disgusting couple through his bulky glasses. Even though Eddie was only about 5'6, he still gained about an inch or so on his girlfriend. They were talking whilst their arms were wrapped around the other. Richie wished more than anything that he could take her place and run his fingers through Eddie’s soft hair. 

Eddie glanced in Richie’s direction and they locked eyes for a moment. Eddie looked back at his girlfriend and muttered out what only could be along the lines of a “see you later”. He then pecked her head and started towards Richie. Richie slammed his locker door shut giving one last glare as he started walking in the other direction. He didn’t want to talk about it. What could he even say? “Hey Eddie! What’s going on dude? Hey, by the way, I might actually be in love with you! So why don’t you just break up with your girlfriend right now to be with me? I’m sure you can learn to love a depressed, chain smoking, fucked up, washed up nobody like me!” Yeah. No.

Richie could hear his name being called by a sweet voice that Richie had fallen in love with over the years with. As much as he loved it, he trudged through the halls passing people loitering in the halls before the next class period. Eddie managed to catch up with him and give him a tug on the back of his oversized jean jacket which was now filled with iron-on patches he put there himself. Richie stood there before turning around to face him. Richie’s 6'1 height towered over Eddie like a skyscraper.

“Hey,” Eddie says quietly, not really thinking this situation through first. “What’s going on Spaghetti Man?” Richie asks through pained eyes, a fake smile plastered across his face in hopes of convincing Eddie he is perfectly fine. Eddie is smarter than that. He can see the hurt in his eyes, especially with those glasses magnifying them. Richie looks to the left to avoid the now uncomfortable eye contact.

“First of all, don’t call me that-”

“You know you love it E-“ 

“Second,” Eddie holds his finger up to silence Richie, “what’s going on with you? You’re acting so weird  all of a sudden,” Richie’s facaded smile faltered a bit as Eddie continued, “talk to me Richie. I thought we were best friends.” There it was again. The whole “we’re supposed to be best friends” mantra. If it came from anyone besides Eddie, Richie would have screamed. 

Ever since Bev used it last month, every loser was using it trying to get closer to Richie using that specific combination of words in a different order. He didn’t know if it was on purpose or not, but it was driving him insane. At first he loved being thought of, but after a while the rest of the losers just expected him to tell them all everything about his life. I don’t owe any of them jack shit, Richie thought.

“Aww, it’s too cute when you worry about me Eds,” Richie pinches Eddie’s cheek and Eddie slaps it away quickly, “but I’m perfectly fine. No need to worry that pretty little mind of yours,” he smiled for real that time as he ruffled the shorter boy’s hair. Eddie swipes at Richie’s hands again.

“Richie, I’m serious,” Eddie looks into Richie’s eyes carefully, but sternly. “Oh my god Eddie, how many times to I have to say I’m fine, I’m fucking fine!,” Richie tries to joke, but it ends up coming out more annoyed as he throws his arms up. Eddie looks in both directions realizing the scene that they’re starting to create. 

“Richie, calm down. This is what I’m talking about. You’re acting different,” he whisper-yells trying to be calm, but obviously not succeeding.

“Well maybe if you payed more attention to anyone else beside yourself you would’ve been able to catch on quicker!”

“What are you talking about Richie?” the pain in his eyes evident as Richie continued speaking.

“Oh don’t play dumb. You’ve been spending all of your time with that little girlfriend of yours. Have you ever thought how that made me feel?” Richie chose his next words carefully, not trying to out himself to the whole school, “Like you said Eddie, we’re supposed to be best friends, huh, that’s what you said huh?” Richie hadn’t even noticed that he was using his height to an advantage to tower over Eddie. He hadn’t noticed the rest of the hallway go silent. And he definitely didn’t notice how Eddie’s eyes had become glazed at Richie’s hurtful words. 

Richie fucked up.

“Wait Eddie,” his voice became small as he reached out to him. Eddie squirmed away from Richie’s touch.

“Just don’t,” Eddie said trying to keep his composure but letting a tear escape. He turned around and Richie watched as he walked away.

Richie walked out of that building not caring how many classes he had left. He knew he wouldn’t be able to sit through shit that he already understood. He wish that right now he could hold Eddie in his arms and tell him how much he loves the other boy.  But things didn’t work that way for Richie. It never did. 

                                ※                     ※                     ※ Richie was at home listening to his cassette tapes, trying to drown out the noise of his parents’ screams of anger. As much as he tried to fill the screeching with his own version of ambient noise, he got fed up with his parents’ bickering and went downstairs. He came down the stairs and headed towards the  door. He didn’t know where he would go, but all he knew is that he wasn’t going to come back that night.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going,” his mother slurred at him.

“Out,” he said grabbing his jean jacket off of the kitchen counter. 

“Oh I don’t think so,” his mother’s eyes showed no love, not even the slightest bit of humanity. There was no human left in either of his parents . He didn’t want to end up like that. He couldn’t.

His mother drunkenly walked up to him, beer bottle in her hand. He headed for the door again, this time more quickly.

What happened next was a blur. His mother launched a beer bottle at the back of his head. Richie had somehow managed to duck just in time. He heard the bottle smash against the door in front of him. He avoided fatal injury, but he wouldn’t walk away without scratches. The bottle had shattered everywhere, including his face. With his hands over his head, almost in fetal position, he didn’t realize the tears that had started to form in his eyes until they were pouring down his cheeks. His eyes were closed from the blow, but he didn’t feel like opening them again. He just wanted to sit there, crying, because that would be the easy thing to do. He knew that when he opened his eyes he would have to face the truth, his reality, no matter how much he wished it didn’t exist. He opened his eyes to his surroundings. He saw the familiarity of his house, but he couldn’t feel that the familiarity of home. He gained the courage to face his mother, but continued to crumble into himself every passing moment.

“Oh you’re going to cry about this shit now, oh for fucks sake give me a break,” she spoke with no compassion. 

“Give the damn boy a break Maggie,” his father screeched from behind her.

His mother turned around to face his father, “Oh really, you’re one to fucking talk Wentworth,” she points his fingers in his face.

Richie finally took his leave, deserting his parents behind him. He felt the mildly cold air hit his tear stained cheeks as he shut the door behind him.

He hopped into his beat up truck that he managed to buy with the money that he earned from working extra shifts at the arcade. 

He ended up driving. He didn’t know where he was going, but that didn’t stop him. He turned on the radio and listened to whatever shitty song that came on. He didn’t know how long he had been driving.

Then as he was about to turn the radio off, the lyrics of the next song entered his ears. It was Africa by Toto. He smiled at the memory that played in his mind. They were about 10 or 11 when Eddie heard the song for the first time. He also remembers the first time Eddie made him listen to it. At first he was reluctant because they both had a completely different music taste. But when he listened to it he was glad he did. He eventually memorized all the lyrics and every time the song would come on they would sing it together completely off pitch. That was one of the first times Richie fell for Eddie without even realizing it.

He then knew what he had to do. He looked in front and behind him to make sure there were no cars. He then did a complete U-turn and headed straight for Eddie’s house. It didn’t matter if they were on bad terms right now, Richie needed Eddie. 

Richie ended up speeding to Eddie’s, but his fast he was going was the furthest thing from his mind. Richie saw Eddie’s house come to view and without hesitation he slammed the breaks and put the car in park. Turning off the engine, he hopped out of the car and kicked the door closed before using his gangly limbs to sprint towards his best friend’s house.

As he arrived at Eddie’s house, he looked up at the window separating him from the boy he loved. It wasn’t too high off the ground. He used the brick wall and the tree next to him to haul his body up the side of the house.

Richie sat in an uncomfortable position as he knocked on the glass. Richie could see some stirring in the dark. He let a smile creep on his face when Eddie rubbed his eyes and turned on the light. Eddie looked around to see what the noise could possibly be.

As Eddie turned to Richie he let out a yelp as he realized that someone was sitting outside his window. It took him a moment to figure out it was Richie and he walked over to the window. Eddie opened it and he opened his mouth to talk, but as Richie climbed in he realized the apparent slices in his face. Soon enough Richie was in full view, looking down at Eddie.

Eddie put his hands on Richie’s face carefully, making sure not to touch his cuts. He looked into his eyes as if asking a question and at the same time searching for his answer.

“My parents, don’t want to talk about it,” Richie explained, voice low and barely audible, even for the two of them.

“Are you sure you’re okay? You have glass in your face,” Eddie said taking his hands away. Richie’s cheeks ran cold as he felt the absence of Eddie’s hands. “Yeah,” he laughed a bit at his friends concern, “I’m fine,” he said truly meaning it. There was a silence looming over them for a bit before Richie spoke again. “Can I️ stay over, or…?” he chucked.

“Yeah sure, just let me clean your face first,” he walked over to his dresser to grab his fanny pack. As he rummaged through the contents in the bag, Richie took of his shoes and sat down on Eddie’s bed. Eddie walked back over to Richie with some supplies. 

“This might sting a little,” Eddie explained before he touched the antibacterial wipes to the cuts. Richie let out a hissing noise in agony as Eddie wiped away the dry blood on his lip and cleaned it. Eddie did the same thing to the two cuts on his right cheek and the cut almost above his right eyebrow. Richie looked at the smaller boy in front of him with fondness as he calculatedly cleaned the other boy’s face.

Eddie also managed to pluck out the small glass that had ended up scraping Richie’s face. There were no words exchanged, but Eddie was all too focused on cleaning Richie’s cuts. Meanwhile, Richie was all too focused on Eddie’s face, focusing how his tongue would poke out in concentration, and how every time he managed to pull out another piece of glass, his face would light up with satisfaction in himself.

Eddie was done and he pulled out his bandaids. Richie snickered to himself. “What,” Eddie asked, a grin forming on his face as he peeled back the paper from the sticky part of the bandaid.

“Really, rainbow bandaids?” Richie snickered again.

“Oh my god Tozier, shut your mouth,” Eddie giggled, applying the rest of the bandaids. Eddie gathered the supplies to throw away. He turned to walk out of his room and throw it away in the bathroom across the hall. 

“I’ll be right back,” he whispered.

Richie laid back on the bed breathing in the scent of Eddie’s room. This is nice, he thought to himself as his eyes grew heavy.

Eddie walked back into his room quietly closing the door and locking it so that his mother couldn’t barge in the next morning and see the two; even if they didn’t have anything to hide.

“So do you want me to get my sleeping bag or-” Eddie stopped talking as he saw the sleeping boy on his bed. He thought about waking him up, but the boy had already been through enough and needed some sleep. He also thought about sleeping on the floor himself but, I’m not sleeping on the floor in my own damn house.

Eddie walked over to the bed and pulled Richie’s shoes of carefully, making sure not to wake him up. He crawled on top of the bed next to Richie. He pulled the covers up and let his back face towards Richie. And if they ended up facing each other the next morning, neither of them would mention it.

And that would become a regular thing, Richie climbing through Eddie’s window every night to get some sleep. That was, until it wasn’t.

October

For once in his life, Richie felt a tinge of happiness. He felt as if things might actually fall into place for him. He slept over at Eddie’s every night. It had become their thing. Even if they got into a stupid argument that day, there was always the unspoken promise between them that Richie would come that night. He always comes, Eddie thinks as he looks out his window. His mind replays the events that happened earlier that day.

Eddie had been walking home alone, not a good idea for such a small boy like him. He was kicking rocks in front of him, not really paying attention to his surroundings. 

“Hey, fag,” he heard from in front of him. That had caused Eddie’s head to jerk up and he stumbled a bit, tripping over his own feet. He then saw the person standing in front of him. Henry Bowers.

“Wh-what d-do you wuh-want,” Eddie choked out trying to seem confident, but failing miserably.

“Wait, you aren’t the stuttering one are you? No that’s b-buh-bill,” Henry laughed maniacally as he stepped closer to him.

Eddie tried to step back, but Henry followed every step forward. Eddie turned around and tried to make a break for it. He was abruptly stopped when he felt a pull on his backpack. Henry turned him around, and Eddie ended up face to face with Henry’s snarly teeth.

“And where do you think you’re going wheezy,” Henry gave an uncomfortable smile. Eddie then felt a clenching feeling in his gut. Henry punched him. He fell to the ground, but before he fell, he saw someone out of the corner of his eye. Richie? He was just standing there, watching. 

He landed on his back, his backpack thankfully pillowing his fall. Henry then proceeded to unstrap Eddie’s fanny pack. He then examined it with a grin, showing his snarled teeth. He opened it and poured out all the contents inside of it. If Eddie wasn’t gripping his stomach for dear life, he would have tried to grab the medication falling out. Henry gave him one last kick as if it was for good measure. Henry laughed and walked away, seemingly proud of himself. Richie had been frozen. He tried to move, he tried to call out to Henry to stop, but nothing happened. He just stood there like an idiot. Seeing the situation unfold reminded him too much of what went down at his house regularly. He shuddered at the thoughts that came back to him. 

It took him a little while to realize that Henry was now gone, and Eddie was laying there gripping his stomach in pain. Richie finally felt his legs move towards Eddie.

“Hey Eds, you okay?” Richie asked when he got close enough to ask. Eddie was still clenching his gut. 

“What do you think smartass?” Eddie felt the need to respond with sarcasm for such a dumb question.

Richie started to pick up all of the spilled medicine and put it back into the fanny pack. He then helped Eddie up from his place on the ground. Eddie seemed fine, no bruises that he saw. He handed the fanny pack back to Eddie.

Eddie took it back and strapped it back around his waist. He didn’t know if he should bring it up.

“How much of that did you actually see?” Eddie asked.

“Not much,” Richie lied, rubbing the back of his neck. Eddie knew his tells. Richie always rubbed the back of his neck when he wasn’t telling the truth.

“Oh really? Because I could have sworn when I got pushed down, I saw you standing over there,” Eddie gestured vaguely behind Richie. 

“Oh right, yeah,” Richie swallowed the lump in his throat, not really knowing what to say next.

“So you just stood there while I got my ass kicked?” he was angry. Richie didn’t say anything.

“And now you’re just standing here again,” Eddie was practically yelling.

“How come you didn’t help me! How come you’re just standing here!” Eddie waited for an apology.

“Do you even have anything to say to me!” Nothing.

“God you’re the fucking worst, you know that! You’re a worthless piece of shit! You can’t even help your best friend when he’s getting his ass kicked! What’s wrong with you Richie! What’s wrong with you!” Still nothing.

Eddie scoffed. When he walked past Richie he shoved into his shoulder for extra umph. This was a mistake because Eddie ended up stumbling a bit and he walked away with a limp from Henry’s last kick. He left a speechless Richie behind with tears filling his eyes.

Out of all the thoughts racing through Richie’s mind, only one stuck. 

Worthless.

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Worthless, Richie thought as he scraped the scissors against his skin once more. He looked at his blank wrist again. He held the safety scissors in his right hand, looking at the blunt blade. He wasn’t trying to hurt himself. He just became bored with sitting in his bed, staring at the ceiling, contemplating the unruly events of that day.

Richie was crying. He took off his glasses so that they wouldn’t become fogged from his tears. Richie wish he had the courage to stand up to Henry. He wished he could have been there for Eddie. He should have been there for Eddie! Why wasn’t he? Oh he knows why. It’s because he was “worthless,” Richie’s voice came out hoarse as he pressed harder than he ever had before. 

It was an accident. He didn’t mean to. Richie wiped his tears away with his right hand as he grabbed his glasses with his left. He caught sight of his mistake. He saw blood running from the slight cut in his skin. It was a small indent the size of his fingernail, hidden within the natural lines of his wrist.

He stood up to grab a bandaid. He tried, but couldn’t take his eyes away. He watched as the light red liquid slowly shed out of his skin. He stood there in a trance. He didn’t know how long it had been; but he felt better. He let out a sigh as he fell back onto his bed. He wasn’t able to hold back the tears that invaded his eyes.

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Eddie waited. He stayed up late to see if Richie would ever come. He ended up falling asleep on his windowsill due to his tiredness from the day anyways.

Richie never came.

November

At this point Richie was barely a shell of his former self. No one thought that the infamous trashmouth would suddenly become mute. Now, when he passed the losers in the hallway, there wasn’t even a smile exchanged. Even his smoke sessions with Bev after school had been cut short when she decided to stop showing up. He was the definition of a loner.

He had also heard that Eddie recently broke up with his girlfriend through the whispers in the hall. He wished he could have been there for his best friend. He wish he could be with his best friend, the person he loved; the only person he loved. But that’s not how it worked out for Richie.

And to be honest, he missed all the losers more than he thought he would. He missed Ben’s little poems that he would write for him during class. He missed going to Mike’s farm and seeing all of the animals. He missed the little talks he and and Bev would have after school. He missed Stan’s comments about how he could ‘never shut the fuck up’. He even missed Bill’s annoying stutter. He missed everything. And now, he was left with nothing.

Richie wasn’t doing well, physically nor mentally. You could see that something was physically taking a toll on him. He never got enough sleep, so he was always seen with major bags under his eyes. No one could even remember what his smile looked like. It was taken by the look of gloom that never seemed to leave his eyes. 

Ever since he accidentally cut himself, he thought it would be a one time thing, nothing would come from the mistake. Yet here he was now, with little white marks stripping down his left arm, hidden by his oversized jean jacket. Richie was sick, he needed help. He knew this, he knew he was ill, but he wasn’t able to stop. He tried, he told himself he wouldn’t do it again. But whenever things got too much to handle, he needed to see the blood spill out of him again. He didn’t know how to stop.

And to be honest, Eddie wasn’t doing too well either. He took Richie’s leave harder than the rest of the losers club. He wished that he didn’t overreact to one stupid mistake Richie made. He wished he didn’t make all of the losers turn against Richie. It was his fault that they weren’t friends anymore. 

Eddie missed Richie insanely. He never knew how much that boy meant to him. He missed his crude comments. He missed his smile. He missed the way he had to push his glasses up his nose every two fucking seconds because they were to big for him. He missed seeing his dark curly hair through his window each night. He missed the way his lanky arm would wrap around him and silently lull him to sleep.

He had become distant with the rest of his friends, but not as distant as Richie. It got to the point where he would even ignore his girlfriend. When she confronted him about it, that had been the last of them. Eddie broke up with the girl, but in the nicest Eddie-way possible, saying he just wasn’t in the right place for a relationship at the moment. But that had been a lie. He wanted a relationship more than anything. But not with her. Not anyone but the one person he couldn’t have. Eddie was in love with Richie. Too bad it was too late to tell him.

Eddie constantly beat himself up about it. He couldn’t count the amount of times he almost picked up the phone and almost broke down and confessed to Richie over a phone call. He couldn’t count the amount of times he almost ran up to Richie during school to plant a kiss on his mouth.

Richie was barely in school anymore. He had only shown up a total of sixteen hours over the past month and a half. He tried to keep his grades up though, it was the only thing that would get him out of this godforsaken town. That’s why Eddie finally decided to take the chance to go up and talk to him when he saw him. That’s what he tried to do this time, only when he finally got to Richie, his mind blanked.

Richie was at his leaning against locker, arms crossed, he seemed to be in a daze. His suspicions were confirmed when Richie didn’t look at him when he walked up. Eddie tapped him on the elbow twice. Richie turned his body to face Eddie, clearly taken off guard by the way his body jerked from the touch, but his facial expression never changed.

Eddie looked into his eyes carefully. He didn’t see the Richie he knew, the Richie he fell in love with. That Richie was replaced by someone with no humor, no expressions, no emotions. Richie wasn’t talking.

“Hey,” Eddie’s voice came out small, but feeling better after of finally putting some words in the air between them.

Richie skeptically looked over Eddie. Eddie noticed this and got nervous. He leaned against the locker next to Richie’s and started to anxiously play with his fingers.

“What do you want Eddie?” Richie asked exasperatedly looking at his feet. Richie loved talking to Eddie again, but he didn’t know how to show it. 

“I- nothing. I just wanted to talk to you,” Eddie missed the horrible nicknames that Richie came up with for him.

“You just wanted to talk to me? Why, for what? So you can tell me how shitty a friend I am? No thanks Eddie,” Richie was actually beginning to get angry. Eddie couldn’t just walk up to him and pretend they were friends. It hurt Richie too much to think of all of the times he wanted to call Eddie. How many times he ran up to Eddie’s window, but deciding to turn back to go back to his own house, or wherever he was staying that night. No, it doesn’t work like that.

“N-nuh-no,” Eddie stammered out, “I’m worried about you,” he seemed so small compared to Richie even more now.

“Oh a little late for that don’t you think? Why do you even care? What made you decide to give a shit about me this time around?”

Richie crossed his arms. Doing this rolled up his jean jacket slightly, revealing the scars he bore along his wrist. Eddie took sight of this and without thinking, he grabbed Richie’s hand in his own and brought it to himself. Richie became confused at this action, his eyebrows slightly furrowed. Eddie rolled up the sleeve to see the jagged marks etched into his skin.

Eddie wasn’t supposed to know about that.

“Richie…” Eddie’s voice was soft, his eyes glossed as he looked back into Richie’s faintly blot shot eyes.

“Fuck off Kaspbrak,” Richie growled as he pushed down his sleeve, taking his arm back from Eddie’s grasp. Richie eyed him up and down before turning the other direction and walking away. 

Each boy had let the other slip through their fingers another time. Both had tears in their eyes, wishing their fate had cooperated with their desires of the other. But that’s not how life treated either of them. Why couldn’t it work that way? Eddie thought as he stood there watching Richie vanish before his very own eyes.

December

“Shut up kid!” Richie’s father screamed as he used Richie’s jacket to slam him against the wall of the living room. Richie tried his best not to let his head hit the wall, but the two objects still collided. He was probably bleeding, but he wouldn’t know for sure until later.

“You need to learn to keep your trap shut,” his father screamed with their faces too close for Richie’s comfort, “you need to be taught a fucking lesson boy.”

Richie regretted getting between his parents’ fight. His father was hitting his mother, and she was falling to the ground. He had yelled at him to stop. That’s when everything went south. He didn’t know why he even cared. His mom was just as bad, so he should’ve just let it happen.

His dad beat the shit out of him. He left bruises on his face and stomach. If he wasn’t bleeding before, he definitely was now. Richie mostly blacked out exactly what happened. All he knew was that he was now lying on the ground with his father hovering over him.

“Worthless piece of shit,” his father breathed out before spitting in his general direction. His face inched closer.

“Now get out of my sight!” he screamed at the fragile, now very broken boy.

He would have left that damn house if it wasn’t for the snow outside. It was too cold to sleep at some bus stop. He also didn’t have nearly enough gas in his tank to get him remotely far enough. But that didn’t really matter because he didn’t have anywhere to go.

He made his way up to his room, making sure to slam the door closed behind him. His parents both left, probably to go fuck somewhere else besides his shitty house. He was left alone with his tears.

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Richie sucked down four cigarettes within the past hour. While the time passed he contemplated the piece of shit that he called his life. At this point he had nothing left to give. The world wouldn’t care if he suddenly fell off the face of the Earth; in fact, it might actually be a better place without him. He had no life left in him, no compassion. 

He had ended up like his parents. 

Richie felt himself physically rip to shreds at the realization. He had no one to care for, and no one loved him. The only person that he gave a shit about was Eddie. 

Eddie. That was Richie’s last hope. He didn’t care how long it had been, he needed to hear his sweet voice, telling him everything was going to be alright.

Eddie rose up from his bed when he heard the phone ring. He reached for it, he almost answered it, he almost picked up the phone. Then he saw who was calling him. Richie. 

Eddie didn’t want to talk to him. Ok that was a lie, he really wanted to talk to him. He just didn’t have the courage to pick up the phone.

Richie sighed when it went to voicemail. He tried three more times. No answer. He laid back on his bed wondering what to do. This was his last try.

Eddie left the room before the last call. He didn’t hear what Richie had to say to him. Eddie went downstairs and saw that he had a voicemail on his answering machine from Richie from a minute ago. He bit his nail, wondering if he should listen. He did.

Eddie was now listening to the shaky voice of Richie. 

“Hey Eds,” Richie said and Eddie smiled at the nickname he hadn’t heard in so long. He was confused as to why Richie seemed to be crying. “I know we haven’t talked in a while, so this is a pretty shitty thing to do. I just wanted to let you know Eddie, you mean fucking everything to me,” Richie let out a strangled chuckle, and Eddie wondered what he was trying to say, clearly taken aback at the bold comment. Eddie inched closer to the machine. “God I don’t even know why I’m calling you to tell this. It’s not like it will matter. You probably hate me. Your probably not even listening right now and I’m just making a fool of myself.” Another strangled laugh. “But if you ever get this Eds, I just want to let you know I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry.” Click.

Eddie stood there for a moment, in a daze from Richie just said. Why was he confessing his feelings now? Why was he sorry? Then all of the pieces fit together. Richie was going to kill himself. 

Eddie didn’t waste a second of his time. Did he even have any time? He tried to call Richie back. No answer. He didn’t even bother putting the phone back in its place, so it hung from the wall making a buzzing noise. He didn’t even bother telling his mother where he was going. Eddie darted out the door, not at all caring to grab a jacket. He wished he had convinced his uptight overbearing mother to convince him to get his license. He didn’t even know how to drive, so he had to find another way to make his way to Richie’s house. It was also winter time, so there was no chance he would be able to ride his bike on the icy sidewalk. 

So Eddie ran. He ran to Richie.

Richie sucked down another cigarette. He couldn’t do it anymore. As hard as he tried, he felt his body grow heavier every passing moment. He knew he wouldn’t be able to drag it around for much longer. He just needed it all to end. He needed it to all be over. It would be so much easier if it was all just fucking over with.

He didn’t really knew how things like this worked. He stood up and made his way to the bathroom in his hall. He grabbed the razor he used for his to shave face, the one he used for the cuts striping down his arm. He didn’t want to do this. But it was the only way.

The cold didn’t bother Eddie as he ran. His adrenaline made him forget about his surroundings. He was a little over half way there.

Richie stood in the bathroom deciding what to do next. He decided he wanted to do it in the comfort of his room. He walked back into his room, shut the door, and sat on his bed.

He cried at the thought of his parents walking into his bedroom and finding his dead body. Not that they would be fazed anyways. He was going to do it. It was going to be all over soon. He rolled up the sleeve of his left arm, displaying each and every scar he had previously made. He took the blade in his opposite hand and tried gained the courage it would take to get through this.

Eddie made it to Richie’s house. He hoped it wasn’t too late. What if it was? No it couldn’t be. He cringed at the thought of finding a lifeless Richie. Eddie swung the door of Richie’s house open, glad that it wasn’t locked. As he bolted up the stairs he took sight of the beer bottles and the mess of the house. That was the least of his problems.

He finally found Richie’s room at the end of the hallway. He barged through the room and tears rolled down his eyes as he saw Richie. He was still alive. Richie’s head shot up when he heard the door open. Eddie could see the tears that covered Richie’s freshly bruised cheeks.

“Eddie what are you doing here?” Richie’s voice came out as barely a whisper, yet genuine shock and confusion could still be heard from across the room.  He put the blade on his bed and stood up to get a better view of the boy standing on the opposite side of the room.

Eddie stood in his doorway for a moment, thanking god he wasn’t too late. He then ran across the room to where Richie was standing.

Eddie grabbed Richie’s face in his two hands and looked him in the eyes before standing on his toes to smash his lips into Richie’s. He inhaled the flavor of nicotine that lingered upon Richie’s cracked lips. He didn’t hate it. In fact, he quite loved the taste of Richie.

Richie was extremely confused at the sudden action, but was in no place to protest. Eddie tasted like bubblegum. Richie fucking loved bubblegum. Richie placed a hand on Eddie’s cheek to deepen the kiss, as he also placed a hand on Eddie’s waist to bring them closer together. The fact that Eddie was still kissing him, made his heart swell. Richie tilted his head to try and get a better angle, but his glasses started to press into both of their faces uncomfortably.

They both pulled away, Eddie giggling. Richie placed both of his hands on Eddie’s face as to make sure if he was really there, if he was really even real. He smiled, burying his face in the crook of Eddie’s neck.

Before Richie could even ask him a question, Eddie started talking. “Don’t you ever do something like this again trashmouth, you hear me?” Richie nodded against Eddie’s neck. He pushed Richie’s shoulders back with his hands so he could look him in the eyes.

Richie smiled a bit, causing Eddie to grin a bit too, “Richie Tozier, you are the kindest, sweetest, most fucking hilarious, most loving person I have ever met in my fucking life. Don’t you ever forget that, alright? Alright?” Eddie had started to cry too. He couldn’t bear the thought of loosing Richie forever. He wouldn’t be able to go on.

“Richie without you I-” Eddie had to pause because he was choking on his words due to the tears rolling down his cheeks, but he nevertheless continued, “I don’t think-“ 

“Shhhhh,” Richie said, he knew what Eddie was trying to say. Eddie nuzzled his face back into Richie’s chest. They both held on to the other for dear life, with tears greased to their faces. They stayed like that for a while. 

“I love you Richie,” Eddie whispered. Richie was taken aback, but those were exactly the words Richie needed to hear. Richie loved Eddie so much his heart hurt. How could he ever be so selfish to take his own life, leaving a broken Eddie behind.

“I love you too Eddie Spaghetti,” Richie whispered back. Both boys pulled back and looked into each others eyes as they had genuine smiles across their faces.

Richie knew now that no matter how bad life got, or how hard it was to go on, someone would be there. He had someone there all along. Richie thought he would always be alone, he thought this night would be the grand ending to his pathetic life. Thankfully, life didn’t work that way.

[ask-beacons-finest]

Information on Team OLVR

Team Name: Team OLVR (Oliver- The Olive Tree) Team Sponsor: @fallentitan88 School: Beacon Academy

Team Member 1: Olive Char

        Quick general description: He was born in Atlas, Atlas and raised in Vale and are 20 years old. They are 6'5 feet tall and weigh 225. Their body type is Large and muscle structure is very. He is a Faunus with shark teeth, has silver hair and blue eyes.

      Gravity Well: The ability to control the effect of gravity around self, the drawback to this is the stronger the effect, the shorter the range or Olive can affect only himself, making himself lighter or heavier.

      Weapon: Old Reliable, which is a pickaxe that can detach into an anchor and chain.

      Personality: Olive is not one for comedy or jokes, and takes things a bit literally sometimes. A Faunus trained by his Atlas Ex-specialist mother, he has a no holds barred way of fighting, going all in rather quickly and using pure force.

      Outfit: Combat uniform: He wears a kevlar vest with his symbol on it's back and a short t-shirt under with cargo shorts casual outfit: Wears the same except no kevlar vest.

Team Member 2: Lucius Ava

        Quick general description: Is "Born" in Vale and is raised there. They are 5 years old though they look and act 19. They are 6'2 feet tall and weigh 165 They’re body type is Slim and muscle structure isn't much. Was a Grimm until she woke up a human and hasn't aged since. Her arms are pitch black as the rest of her is pale, her eyes bright red with coal-colored hair. Her fingers are clawed bone white.

       Black Mist: The ability to turn to smoke and move as it, most attacks and weapons simply go through the smoke. The drawback to this is the longer the fight the less able to use her semblance, quickly drains aura while turned to smoke. Becomes hard to control when angry or upset.

      Weapon: Thorns, dual swords that change into bladed chain whips

      Personality: Is still trying to figure out what her emotions are, dry and dark humor she enjoys as she tries to fit in. Is quick to upset and enrage is a terrible liar and can't hide their emotions at all. Is pretty ignorant and petty and she knows it.

      Outfit: Combat outfit: short leather jacket covering a short purple t-shirt, wears shorts. Casual outfit: Long sleeved Sweater and jeans, wears special gloves to cover clawed hands.

Team Member 3: Violet Star

        Quick general description: They were born in Vale in a village and raised all around the kingdom and are 18 years old. They are 5'10 feet tall and weigh 146 pounds. Their body type is short and muscle structure is weak. They have purple hair that turns gold and blue eyes that turn purple when using her semblance.

      Dawn Break: The ability to shine, though the effect varies greatly depending on the effort of Violet and glow much aura she wants to use, she can glow slightly or she can literally burn bright like a star, incinerating everything within 10 meters and momentarily blinding those too close, the drawback to this is it can use up her aura ENTIRELY if not careful and it still uses a lot to be effective in combat.

      Weapon: Storm Stingers which is dual daggers that also work as tasers, can extend daggers to be stun batons.

      Personality: Violet is energetic, though consumes coffee and energy drinks to make herself more so. She is jumpy and as the shortest member of team OLVR, she is reminded of it. She is jumpy and kind, having no idea what personal space is and is incapable of lying or being mean.

      Outfit: Combat uniform: A special one-piece bathing suit Velvet can make, since her semblance comes from her skin her outfit is quite revealing, having purposely made holes to show skin, normal clothing is burned away and destroyed by her semblance. Casual outfit: Shorty shorts or a skirt, short-sleeved dress with her suit underneath at all times.

Team Member 4: Reynaldo Star

        Quick general description: They were born in Vale in the wilderness and raised around the kingdom of Vale and are 21 years old. They are 6'1 feet tall and weigh 210 pounds. Their body type is Tall and muscle structure is Strong. Purple hair and blue eyes, just like her younger sister Violet.

      Dawnguard: The ability to spread his aura around himself and others the drawback to this is he gives up his own aura to increase someone else's and to protect them.

      Weapon: Storm Wall which is a great shield that breaks off into a battle ax and a smaller shield. The ax holds a taser at its head, top of the handle between the blade, with the supply of dust loaded in through the bottom of the handle.

      Personality: Stoic and calm, he watches over his younger sister, becoming a hunter only because she wants to be one. Doesn't trust people easily, but wants his sister happy and safe. They made their weapons together and they found out their semblances together as well, using their own for the first time to protect the other. Is defensive in combat, preferring to watch over his teammates and letting them do the fighting as he gives them his aura.

      Outfit: Combat uniform: Wears custom fit knightly armor, helmet and all, with a short cape with his symbol on it that can detach. Casual outfit: Wears parts of his armor anyway, shoulder pads and knee guards over his coat and jeans and a long-sleeved shirt undercoat.

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OOC: Just so I have a reference for Red's body type later on. Fun little exercise.

Height: 6'1

Weight: 143 lbs.

She doesn't have a whole lot in the way of curves. Her body is very rectangular in the sense that her hips and torso are nearly the same width, neither one really being more prominent than the other. She is a B-Cup, though she wouldn't exactly know that since bras had yet to exist in her time. As such, she doesn't wear them. She relies on her tight jumpsuit and jacket mostly for support. She has a heart shape butt that has been hardened slightly from her muscle. Under her jumpsuit, you wouldn't be able to see much definition in her butt or thighs thanks to the knee length bloomers she wears underneath her pants.

She has a pretty lanky build. Rather long and thin arms and legs like Shaggy. Her hands and fingers are likewise also rather long and boney, though you'd never really tell under those gloves and all the layers of clothes she wears. Also like Shaggy, in spite of her lanky appearance she is fairly strong. Her thin appearance largely comes from having muscle, but small, lean muscle like a cyclist or a runner. She has the stamina of a runner to boot from all those hours of bounty hunting. Her muscular groups across her torso and arms aren't very defined against her skin, but they can be felt if you pressed your hand against her. If you were just to look at her without a shirt on, you'd probably not guess she was moderately built. However, her legs Are a different story. She has some fairly toned legs. Her thighs aren't large by any means, but her calves are fairly prominent, contributing to her rather rectangular appearance.

Her hair is very stringy and comes into thin points that curl up at the ends no matter how much she brushes it (much to her frustration). It has a slight shine and rigidness to it from natural grease. Unfortunately, technology was not quite there to treat this sort of issue just yet in troll society so all she could really do was brush it and dry it whenever she could. In her jacket she keeps a small comb to keep her hair in check when it starts having a mind of its own, which is fairly often.

Her face could only be described as sharp. She has prominent cheekbones that make her look a bit more mature than she actually is and make her face feel a bit rigid. Her jaw curves gently into a sharp point at her rather small chin. Her lips were thin and often curled into a big, Cheshire Cat grin. This, combined with her constantly furrowed brows and long, almond shaped eyes, often gives her conniving look on her face, like she's always hatching some evil plan. When she's not smiling, she has somewhat of a "resting bitch face" thanks to her eyebrows. Even when she's feeling neutral or happy she looks angry and/or malicious.

[notesfromthepen]

The Chronicles of the king of Richmond

I came across some shit today that I had to share. Something too funny, dark, and ridiculous to keep to myself. But I had to figure out a way to first, get my hands on the material, and then how to give the context needed for it to be fully appreciated.

First I should start with the characters involved. We are a trio. Me, Joe, and the 'king'. I'll refer to him as the 'king' (with a lowercase 'k') because he wanted to remain anonymous, for several reasons, that should become clear later. 

Joe is, by far, my best friend in here and we've been pretty much inseparable for years now, (we were bunkies twice at another facility). Some of you may have read previous posts about him. We are very different people, which is often the case with really good friends. But there is no doubt that our bond is, almost entirely, built on our shared sense of humor. A sarcastic, brutally honest, self deprecating, anything for a laugh, sense of humor. 

A sense of humor developed since childhood surrounded by witty, smart-assed, assholish mentors and peers. It can be a harsh environment to grow up in, but there is a purity to be found there. An accountability and brutal honesty that is humbling and real. There are no aires allowed to survive amongst friends with no fear of giving offense. No bullshit is left uncalled, no lies left un-confronted, and no opinions restrained. Nothing is sacred and everything is mined for a laugh. 

Basically we talk a lot of shit.

Nothing bonds me to another person more instantly than a similar sense of humor. Since coming to this new prison Joe and I have found a fellow, flawed, degenerate asshole, willing to laugh at himself and judge others for the sake humor. 

This, is the so called 'king of Richmond.' His majesty is a large guy, about 6'1 and 240 lbs. of slightly chubby, bearded, man beef. He's well kept and neat in appearance (aside from his portly build). He's got some charisma and charm at his disposal and makes decent use of it when needed.

The king, however, has a glaring flaw, as do most of us. He's a raging addict, whose life is lived for, and run by, an incessant need for opiates. This adds an interesting but constantly problematic dimension to his life behind bars. The perpetual need to produce the money for his lifestyle is a constant story line. Most of his fundraising is done over the phone. Preferably through manipulation, but he's not above blatant begging from people in the free-world. Family members, friends, exes, and a sugar momma round out his fundraising Rolodex. 

A few days ago, Joe borrowed his Majesty's tablet to listen to his music, and being the stand up friends we are, we wasted no time before invading his privacy. We opened his 'sent email' files and struck gold. Dark, hilarious, sad, revealing gold. What we found was email after email of mental and emotional manipulation in a quest to fund his lifestyle. That's the sad part. The hilarious part is witnessing the level of shameless groveling, damage control, and clumsy begging, our friend is willing to stoop to. 

After an intervention filled with embarrassment, ridicule, and some tear inducing laughs from all parties, I gained the 'kings' permission to post some of the gems. 

But first a disclaimer: If any form of self-respect or sense of shame is something you're expecting, then prepare yourself, because you will find neither in these emails. Also, I wanted to maintain the "purity" of the emails as they were originally written, so I left the misspellings and incorrect grammar. However, for the sake of read-ability, I added some commas and periods here and there. Other than that they are all original text, with the exception of my commentary, which will be in [brackets].

So without further adieu, I now present to you: The Chronicles Of The king Of Richmond.

Sugar Momma

The following correspondence was sent to the kings sugar momma. As her title would imply she is his main source of income. His "Go-To". She works at McDonalds and has had the unfortunate luck to be in  "love" with the king for roughly a year now. This letter is the most recent and well into the travesty that is their "relationship". This email is more focused on making excuses for begging than actual begging, but stay tuned they get worse.

His words are in "quotes" and my commentary is in [brackets]. Some are comments and some are translations of his bullshit, what he really means.

KOR 11/24  “listen, I wasn't insinuating you were fat, and honestly I wasn't trying to hurt your feelings. [he definitely was] I was giving you an example of how you could save a few bucks, so maybe out of the kindness of your heart [or from my incessant guilt laden begging] you could send me a few. Belive it or not, its rough in here, and sometimes I need money to survive in here. [Let's make one thing clear: The constant stress of his habit and the debts he accrues makes his time infinitely more difficult than it needs to be. So more money isn't the solution. It’s the problem.] That's what I was saying. I've been down for 5yrs Jenn and pretty much aint had much help, except from a few. [Just a little context. I get 50$ a month. This jackass spends 300$ a week]. We were together a long time. we broke up when I was in here, so yeah its a little different than if you were just some ex. I shouldn't exspect [too bad they don't give out money for misspelled words] it, but I would hope”. 

“I guess I wasn't who I thought I was to you. [what a word-smith]. I might have put you through a lot of shit, but you sought me out. Remember that. You knew who I was. [Yeah, so you deserve everything I put you through.] Everyone did. I was the king of that town [AND THERE IT IS! The self proclaimed king of Richmond...Oh I can't tell you how embarrassed for him, angered at him, and ashamed to call him my friend I was when I read this!] not to try and sound conceited but I was, [OK. You can't say you’re not being  conceited and then double down on your brag. BTW Richmond has a population smaller than most elementary schools. So it was a small 'kingdom' to say the least] and now no one has my back. it sucks, out of everyone, I hoped that you would have, but no!! [I hope he had a neck brace on when he wrote this. This guy can go from bragging to groveling so fast that it causes whiplash]. When we broke up I wanted you to be happy and get married and do what ever. [He ran out of ideas! That's his limit of things he could conjure up that would make her happy: 2] I just wanted you to still be there for me [AKA: support my habit] and if roles were reversed Jenn, you would have 50 every month and my family would probaly even send you money and that's the proven truth. [From probably to proven truth in half a sentence?]  And you know it, so that shit hurts me, let's just remember who's the one locked up!! I'm the old me again [king?] and I'll remember all my real friends, that were there for me, when I get out in 3 in a half years.[Yeah but will they remember you?] Not long at all. And the thing with frank, [Oh yes! Thankgod he's back on the whole Frank thing! I wish I knew his address I'd send him a bottle of whisky!] belive me, I heard stories, a few. [Yeah and they haunt his dreams] but regardless, I love you, just wish you were kinder to me. ...The king”

[That's his cleanup? Someone get him a neck brace]

KOR 12/6 [Damage control] “baby, funny you say sober honestly, but no i totally understand. im sorry if it feels like sometimes I take you for granted.[by sometimes he means 'all the time'] let me try to explain [please do], in here if you don't get in a constant routine and try to make things repetitive, the time will do you, not you do the time. [A vague prison saying he heard someone say in here once and thought it sounded cool] if that makes sense [it doesn't.], its not my intentions to make it carry over into our relationship [but if it does I'm willing to live with it] I'm sorry [that I have to do this song and dance to get money]. and I fully intend to check myself and let you know how special you truly are to me [and by 'check myself' I mean I'll continue doing the exact same amount of drugs, if not more. and I'll show you how special you are by kindly taking your minimum wage paycheck]. The money you send me is for me to live comfortably in here [get high], that means getting things done that I need to get done while I'm here [I mean, these drugs aren't gonna do themselves.] and 90%, is the food and shit i need to survive [but mostly drugs]. We are already at a disadvantage because I only get 75% of what you send, which sucks [it would be much more efficient if I could put 100% of what you send me up my nose]. And they rip us off on prices on the food as it is. So I'm sorry, but i want you to fully understand you are my baby girl [creepy] and when i get out, roles will reverse and I'll be the provider and you'll live real comfortable [said with his fingers crossed], except when I come home every night and blow that back out bitch!!!! [and theres that winning charm I mentioned! what a smooth operator] I love you. [He doesn't] I got to go to the doctor at 9:30 [Ironically its 'his' back that's blown out] so I'll call you after count [to beg for more $]. I love you [again he doesn't]. if that eases your mind [It shouldn't] I love you!!! [and one final lie to cap off this masterpiece.]

Ex-Girlfriend

These next three are to his ex-girlfriend. She's somewhere down the list of reliable donors, but desperate times call for desperate measures and being a dope fiend in prison means, constant desperate times.

KOR 11/23 "So happy thanksgiving! [Now that the pleasantries are out of the way] So I havnt had any money lately, so no stamps but I just got some anyways [2nd sentence in and already caught in a lie. Clearly if he sent this, he has stamps]. Yeah I heard all about you and Carol's argument, and Dan and Josh messaging, and you jumping in on their message, and Dan cutting into you about being a shitty ex (/friend) [OK, I have to translate. First of all, this email seems to be sponsored by unnecessary commas. I guess some people were attacking her on Facebook for not sending the 'king' an adequate amount of money] Most I agree with. [Especially the money part] You havnt been there for me Jennifer [how dare you!]. I belive you have kinda done me wrong [how do you sleep at night?] and other people believe that too [so there!]. Im not saying your wrong for living your life [but you are] and going and being with someone new [because there's no way he's cooler than me]. but you can look out for the man [I use the term man loosely] that looked out for you since you were just a baby! [???? what???? creepy! actually I need to go ask him about this one.. OK he said he meant when she was 18] When I have asked for money in the past, you deny me [who the fuck do you think you are an ex?]. Hell, I'm broke right now [and that's your responsibility]. I can't get money. [But regardless I incessantly ask for it? Blatant lie no.2] uncle only sends me 50 a month and that ain't shit, that's hygiene a month. [Who calls their uncle uncle and not my uncle? What is he an orphan from the 1800's?] You don't keep money on the phone Jenn. I don't care who your new man is [again, not cooler than me], if you truly love me, you can talk to me. And 50 dollars, every couple of months ain't shit Jenn [trust me its nothing! I blow through it in no time]. So I and everyone else just think your wrong for that [OK, now he's literally speaking for everyone. Which is strange because I don't remember giving him my opinion on how much money his ex should be spending on his habit]. I will always have love for you. I just wish you would treat me with the respect I deserve [but have in no way earned]. I've been down 5 yrs and havnt got no more than 100 dollars from you. i basicaly took the rap and I get no respect. [Now he's doing his Rodney Dangerfield impression? what's next, Dr Vinnie Boombatz? (look it up)]  That's fucked up!!!!! well I thought, since I finally got some stamps I can finally reply. I wish you would start respecting me as someone you love!!! 

'The King of Richmond' (The realest you've ever known!)”  [That last part is 100% real. I almost died laughing when I read this! The realest? No comment I can muster will be adequate at dealing with the ridiculousness of this sign off. What a heavy handed attempt to sound like a cool guy. Remember, this is to an ex-girlfriend! No way does playing the cool guy ever work on an ex. She's been in the bathroom after you. She's smelled your shit. Also remember that the whole point of this email is to beg for money! Oh I'm so glad I'm friends with this silly degenerate!]

KOR 11/24 “what? really I thought we just made it through everything; [Im going to say we and then make you feel bad for a bunch of shit you needed] your rent to your sister, the presents for the babies, your phone you needed [you know, the trivial shit]. I thought we got through it baby? [You mean to tell me the babies got my drug money?] I owe a 100$ and I don't even got a noodle right now. Thank god for you, because my brother doesn't give a fuck if I rot in here [because be knows the real me] and everyone else apparently don't care. [Possibly the most poorly crafted sentence in the history of writing, and now down to business] We can do 100 and then 50. [Tell the babies and your sister to fuck off! I have needs.] So I can eat off the 35 from the 50 for the rest of this month [hope I confused her with all the numbers and poor grammar] cause the only thing I have is 2 soaps [just to be sure, one more number]. so work with me on this and I will make that last to the first OK! [In no world, was he able to make it last until the 1st] 

[And now back to the unwarranted guilt trip:] I thought you were done with all the present buying and rent.You even had a b-day!! [So there's really no excuse for not feeding my addiction. What are you selfish? Use your b-day money!] Which I think you needed to let loose a little anyways. [You really earned it, putting up with my begging and whatnot] I love you babe. I'll call you after count were supposed to have a blizzard today F U N!!!!!” [Bringing it all together with a little sarcastic humor? NICE!]

KOR 12/5 "Really Jenn? Don't think you can shame me for [well, anything but specifically] expecting a little money every once in a while” [you should know by now that shame is not a factor!] "Its not hard to skip going out to eat or buying that extra shirt, [extra shirt?Clearly he could only think of one good example to save money.] to throw me a little extra dough. [yeah, just go hungry and topless] I didn't bring Josh or Dan into this. [This whole exchange is about his friends and sugar mamma shaming Jenn for not sending home enough money] They did that on their own. They told me the conversation they had with you. I just agreed. I also didn't tell Carol to do that. She did that after her and Josh had a conversation about what had happened. Another thing is Jenn, don't kid yourself, I blew through a 35,000 dollar [insurance] check taking care of us, making sure we had a good time and 2 to 3 thousand every month up until i did that year in county (jail) [Yeah, I was a great provider until I got arrested! And by provider I mean cashing an insurance check]. So don't cry to me about a couple hundo [that's right, he's too cool to say hundred] and your fucking Ford Contour. I think your being rude, and you tried your damnest to fuck frank. [OK this is where it goes off the rails. He couldn't wait to mention the whole frank thing so he just shoehorned it in the conversation] I heard. [I'm confused, was she successful in her 'dam nest' attempt to fuck ole Frank?] That's funny [is it?], not that I care [well, I'm convinced. Nothing screams 'I care and it hurts so much' like saying I 'don't care'], cause I do have a good girl (a ride or die bitch I wish I always had) who does take care of me and keeps money on the phone and keeps me in touch with everyone [but only when I beg and grovel]. I'm in prison still pulling bitches [WOW!!! first of all he's definitely not and more importantly that's the most pathetic attempt at intended jealousy]. my point really isn't to brag, that's not what im trying to do. [It is] I'm just saying, its possible to still have a life and support someone in prison. even a little. you have just made NO effort at all and that piss people off and me. cause McDonald's checks weren't supporting our sort of lifestyle sweetie!!!!!! so I guess I wish you would change, but I doubt it. Anyways, happy to hear your grand ma is doing good. and next time you write, attach a stamp.” [OK, he's always good for a ridiculous ending but this one takes the cake. Let's examine: He spends 90% of this letter guilt tripping, berating, talking shit to, and begging for money. Then, literally in the 2nd to last sentence, he mentions her sick grandma's recovery? I have ask him how he carries around such big balls without a limp! And if you're still naive enough to think that he's done, you clearly don't know the ‘king’.]

[Our royal highness still has enough balls, and not enough shame, to ask this poor girl to attach a return stamp so she can continue this charming and fulfilling correspondence with her incarcerated ex-boyfriend. And now its clear how he became the king of Richmond: By sheer clumsy manipulation, a ruthless disregard for self respect, the freedom of movement that a spineless body provides and a fortitude willing to stoop to any low to accomplish his goal to get inebriated. The same way presidents get elected in this country. At any cost he would take the crown and he did. Without ever being to Richmond, I can say this with confidence: Anyone who would make him king and pay tribute to his court, truly deserves his rule. What a spectacular asshole the king is and I count him as a flawed degenerate of the worst degree. But I also count him as a friend…]

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Also, hot milf with hairy pussy I am a drinker so sue me, I cant always remember exactly what we said to each other so I made it a little bit up, but the level of flirtaciousness and banter was same. Shit, he looked good tonight, I thought. But then again he always looks good. I cheated so if you arent into that sort of thing look away. He has piercing blue eyes and very short light brown hair. *This story is entirely true, except details are taken out to make it more vague for obvious reasons. I could see his eyes light up as he saw me and I could tell mine were doing the same. I thought to myself about how much I wanted him, wanted to feel his weight on top of me and feel his cock in my mouth, and I started to fantasize as the rest of the room our friends disappeared. Wearing a well fitted blue and white button-up shirt and levis that were just tight enough to see a slight bulge if you stared long enough (I always did). Camden is tall at 6'2 or 6'1, and while not incredibly muscular, is very fit and strong looking. But just as he past through the doorway to enter the apartment I saw Katie follow, and it brought me back to earth and I stepped back into reality. We made eye contact and held it for a little too long, like we tend to do. Right, Katie, he has a girlfriend, her name is Katie, and there she is, pretty, oblivious Katie. The reality of the situation I'm in is this: Camden and I are at a friends house, drinking and having a good time, with our own significant others. He broke into a cute wide smile, the one that makes me melt every time. Also have never posted on reddit before so no idea how the formatting works. It's not that we've discussed this at length. But the only thing we are thinking about is each other. But the temptation is overwhelming and we definitely have crossed some lines with our inappropriate conversations in the past. Oh, and Chris, I have a boyfriend, a wonderful, attractive boyfriend, who is standing right next to me. I think the lines started becoming blurred woman with hairy cunts 2 months ago, about 3 months after I first met him. We've technically never crossed any lines sexually. The morning of the concert, Sean backed out because of some Tinder date, and Chris last minute bailed on me because of a work outing he had forgotten about. *2 months ago, before he started dating Katie, 4 of us were supposed to go to a concert in the city we lived near. Before the show started we decided to grab a beer at the bar next store. "Nah I'm not going to tell you that," he said looking away. "Heres to us, for actually making it to this concert unlike those losers," Camden chuckled as he clinked my beer with his. We chatted innocent for about a half hour about all sorts of things, work and music mostly, but we were also flirting shamelessly. Soon the conversation turned to Camdens most recent luck in the dating world and we started talking about all the girls he had had sex with recently. " Camden smiled bashfully and took another swig of beer. "Give me a break, I go on at least 3 dates a week, sometimes 4! *Last night I looked towards the door to the apartment as he walked in. Is it that unrealistic to imagine I manage to get some of them in bed? " "Alright just tell me! " He laughed, god I love his laugh. Me, Chris, Camden, and Sean. Let me guess at least. " I looked him straight in the eye and rested the palm of my hand on his arm. Camden and I figured we may as well not waste the tickets and went together. I like to picture you with all of them. Our conversations usual turned sexual, but this was more flirting that we normally did. Weve been together for almost 4 years now..." I caught his gaze and bit my lip, mostly unintentionally, "besides, I think its hot how many girls you fuck. You are incredibly sexy. Its been so long since I've been with anyone but Chris. I loved how I couldn't make him nervous like I could with other guys. Sometimes I would touch myself at home and imagine him fucking all those girls in all different ways. Ive also been told I'm pretty attractive. " I could hear myself crossing the line but I couldn't help it, I get this animal urge every time I see him. Guys have always been nervous around me because of the overtly sexual vibe I tend to give off sometimes. *He laughed again, confidently, and stared back into my eyes. At 5'6 130 pounds, I'm slender but not a stick. I have wide set hips and small C boobs, but a flat stomach and slender arms. I have very long blonde-brown hair that is thick and parts on the side. What I said was true, too, I loved thinking about how many girls he sleeps with. Most girls would probably think it's gross to sleep around. I bet you were a complete freak when you were single. What are you doing with Chris again? "Not even a little bit repulsive. But back to the story, that's just to paint the picture of why guys I meet are almost always into me from first glance, and why they usually get pretty nervous when I talk openly about sex. *He looked at me excitedly, "Oh yeah, you like that? My butt is my favorite asset, it's plump and shapely but not too big. *"I like being with Chris because he knows exactly what I want. We continued to eye-fuck each other as the conversation went on about our sex lives for a few more minutes. Its that I cant imagine being with that many people in a week is all. I like to be roughed up, called names, spit on, slapped, and I couldn't guarantee that a new guy could handle those requests. I like that you like that. I could feel my pussy heating up and getting swollen, and was nervous that my face was turning red at the same time. Should you have any questions relating to wherever and how to work with hot girls hairy pussy, it is possible to e-mail us at our own page. " he said as he playfully pinched my waist. " he said as he grabbed me by the hand and led me through the packed room. "Oh I bet you could," I said bashfully. " Camden said matter-of-factly. we got about 15 feet from the stage and stopped. He let me squeeze in front of him since he is taller. God, no guys ever make me nervous like that. Once the band we came to see came on, we stopped talking and started dancing. "Are you blushing, Rachel? Our sexual tension was at a high, thanks to the heated conversation we had earlier and that as we danced we could feel each others bodies rubbing against one another on the crowded venue floor. *When we got in the venue it was dark and crowded. His dick had gotten hard and it turned me on like crazy. "OK OK, let's finish these drinks so we can get to the concert," I said as I chugged my beer and put my finger in the air to signal the bartender. *After the concert we shared an uber back to our apartments, dropping me off first. Still, I pretended to be oblivious to his hard-on and danced my ass off, directly into it. We continued on like this the entire concert, and my pussy ached with desire the whole time. I wanted to grab it and feel it in my hand, but I had a boyfriend and my drunk-brain thought that I was still being a loyal girlfriend as long as I didn't grab it with my hand. He started to touch my thigh, which was exposed as my skirt rode up my legs in the car, he touched it pretending he was accidentley drunkenly swaying his arm into me over and over again. I looked into his eyes and could feel the heat coming off of both our bodies. We no longer needed to talk dirty to feel the attraction we had for each other, I could feel his attraction rubbing against my ass. But then I got control and pictured Chris at home, drunk from his work outing, waiting for me. "Want to come over for a drink? I looked at his lips and willed them to kiss mine, desperate to feel him on me. "I want to, you know I want to. " he said as innocently as he could just before the uber made it's first stop at my place. " "Right, sure, yeah of course," he said as if shaking himself back to reality the same way I did. My boyfriend and I fucked that night and it was dirty and amazing. *The next day I felt so much guilty for wanting Camden so much that I decided to distance myself from him a little. " "Just horny," I said casually as if I didn't know exactly what got into me. At one point afterwards we were both out of breath and Chris said "holy shit, what got into you tonight? Because of how packed it was in there, my ass was pushed right up against his crotch, which we pretended to ignore as we carried on a light-hearted conversation over the opening act. I squeezed his arm as I opened the door to the uber. But I need to go home Camden. For the next month every time I knew he was coming out with the group, I would stay home, claiming I was not in the mood to go out. "Good," I thought, "maybe this will make me want him less". *This brings us to last night, and lo and behold him having a girlfriend did not help me get over him. I heard about it through Chris, and was actually relieved. Still, the reality check only lasted about 45 seconds. "See ya," I said as I hopped out of the car and went up to my wonderful, kind, attractive boyfriend. Then, a wave of excitement came over me. Tall, taller than me, long bright blonde hair down to her waist, very slim. As I saw her follow him into Sean's apartment to greet us all, I tried to come back to reality and think about Chris standing beside me. "This is Katie, I think you are really going to like her, you are a lot alike," Camden said grinning ear to ear. I went in to shake Katie's hand but she came right in and kissed me quickly on the lips. I went up to them and Camden gave me a big hug. Camden talks about you all the time, if I didnt know any better I'd be worried about you. "He's just trying to make you jealous. I imagined them fucking and it got me so hot. It was during this month that Camden started seeing Katie. " *The party carried on and we all got drunker and drunker. But more surprisingly Katies presence didnt make jealous or make me give up on him, instead it just made me want both him and her. " I blushed and lightly hit Camden in the arm, playfully. The boyfreind and I mingled separately and together since we dont need to be neer each other all the time. Surprisingly, Katie didn't mind at all. She played right along with it and shared in our sense of humor and flirtiness. At one point I complimented her on her shirt and touched in gently, somewhat close to where her breast was. As I did that Camden grabbed my hand and pushed it further into Katies boob, so that I kind of groped her. "Aren't her tits great Rach? Normally I consider myself a straight girl, but for the right girl I do get naughty thoughts I admit. I saw her pictures on his instagram account and she sure was a cutie. At one point during the party I was talking with Katie and Camden for a long time. I gave him a sultry look and said "Oh really, would that turn you on? Don't worry about him. Camden and I had our usual flirty banter and while I was trying to keep it kid friendly, its hard to around him. Chris, my boyfriend, had made his way into a bedroom with Sean and some others, likely having some long discussion about who knows what. There were about 8 people in the living room but the music was loud, and people had broken off into smaller groups and weren't paying any attention. You should give them a better feel," Camden said. " "Fuck yeah it would," Camden said as he shot me that grin that makes my pussy ache. He laughed and Katie and I rolled our eyes and giggled. I reached out and gently started feeling Katie up. They felt even bigger than they looked. The party had gotten quite loud and it was pretty clear that no one was listening in on our conversation. Wow she really did have great tits. I looked over and Camden was smiling the biggest smile ever. Katie let out a big laugh and started feeling me up. Then she looked at me in a way that I could tell she was about to kiss me. To see me touching your girlfriend like that? I leaned in a bit to invite her in, and she playfully began teasing my lips with hers, pulling away every once in a while before we could full on make out. *I giggled and finally grabbed her by the neck and kissed her. Our tongues danced for about 30 seconds and I almost forgot Camden was even there. Now, I should say, my boyfriend is not opposed to me kissing other girls, he loves it actually, but I know that he would want me to do it for HIM, not while he's in another room not watching, and definitely not for Camden. I bit Katies lip and we parted and both looked at Camden. I looked over my shoulder to see what kinda privacy we had. He was touching both of us and I finally saw a look of nerves on his face that I was never able to get out of him before. But at this point in the night I was drunk, Katie was hot, and I was so into Camden that the idea of turning him on by making out with his girlfriend seemed to be the right choice. I grabbed Camden and Katie by the hands and led them to the room closest to us. I didnt shut the door fully cuz I wanted to be able to hear what was going on outside the room. *I knew that Chris was in one of the bedrooms with some people and if I know their deep conversations, I knew they werent gonna coming out any time soon. He seemed nervous but excited. *"Can I tell you something? She was a great kisser. 30 seconds in I could feel Camdens hand on my waist, lightly. I decided right then that I needed to have him. I imagine your cock in my mouth. You two are so hot," he said as he rubbed his hands on our waists and down to our asses. I imagine you fucking other girls and how hot you must look when you come. In order to keep Katie involved and make it not seem like it was about me, I said before anyone else could talk "OK I want to see you to together. " He looked down at Katie and they started making out as I stroked their arms and chests. " *He started rubbing me up and down and then adjusted his hardon in his pants. " Camden said "I always thought you were just fucking with me when you flirted. We stared at each other for a few seconds and I could tell he wanted me. This was it, I thought. After a few minutes they came up for air. The anticipation was getting to me, it HAD been getting to me for months now, ever since I first met him. "Sometimes, when I play with myself, I dream about you and what you are like in bed. I looked at his lips and before I could think another thought he leaned down and parted my lips gently with his tongue. " Camden squeezed my arm and got the most surprised look in his eyes. I aggressively kissed him back as we began to ravage each other. fireworks went off in the room the second our tongues touched. " I said over and over. Before I knew it my shirt and bra were on the floor. I was panting and moaning just from making out, that's how much he turns me on. I ripped her shirt off and fumbled with her bra until Camden was able to snap it. *After a while I couldn't take it anymore, I had gone this far, I had to see his cock. I grabbed Katie and started kissing her again to distract me from how much I wanted to fuck her boyfriend. Katie and I already kissed, Camden and Katie already kissed, were Camden and I going to get to kiss finally? " Camden nodded quickly and we backed him up until we got to the futon in the bedroom we were in. or maybe I was just excited. Those are harder to unfasten when it isnt your own bra! " I said, mostly to Camden, but obviously Katie was there too, rubbing both of us slightly. He fell back onto the futon and started unzipping his pants. Katie and I started rubbing it, admiring it. I stopped kissing Katie and said "So what do you think, can Katie and I suck your cock? I finally was able to grab and touch it and holy shit, it was better than I expected. Soon, Katie took his length in her mouth and started bobbing up and down and I licked and sucked his balls gently. I pushed him away because I didn't know how to handle the intensity of how turned on I was. While his dick was probably just your average dick, in the moment it felt and looked like the most best thing I ever seen. I went further down than his balls, almost to his ass, but didn't want to push too far because I dont know what he would be into. I love to be face fucked so I was in heaven. He grabbed my head as I was deep throating him. When I saw his bulge through his boxer briefs my pussy got so wet and began throbbing. We then traded and I deep throated him as she licked his balls. I went in first and licked the head, gently flicking it with my tongue. He started fucking my mouth wicked fast and I started gagging. Katie and I both started licking the length of his cock, and every time we reached the head we would kiss a bit and let our tongues intertwine and then lick back down the shaft. So now my eyes were watering and I was gagging but I didn't care, he is so hot. He came in both of our mouths getting some on our faces as he moved between mouths. *Eventually, an hour or so later, Chris came out of the room he was in with those people and said, "Rach, its late, lets hed out. I looked up and saw Camden staring down at us with the happiest look on his face. He asked me if I had fun at the party and apologized for being in the room so long, "we started getting into politics and philosophy and I didn't even notice the time. The guilt is setting in now but I am going to think about that night for a long, long time. " We stopped and I told Katie to open her mouth and stick out her tongue and I did the same. Katie and I got on our knees and helped him take off his pants. " "It's cool, I kept busy," I said nonchalantly as I pictured Camdens amazing cock shooting a huge rope of come into my mouth. we are early 20s and hes going away to a grad school next fall and i dont plan to leave my home city. **also want to say, not that this makes it better, but chris and i will break up eventually. He tried to stop the blowjob and said that we could all fuck, but Katie was nervous about all hairy pussy sex pictures having sex and I also thought that was the last line that I shouldnt cross, so we continued to suck and lick and slobber all over him for about 5 more minutes until he said "fuck, I'm going to come. We got up off our knees and cleaned up a bit and went back out to the party, trying to seem unsuspicious. again doesnt make the cheating better but in a way maybe it helps because its gonna end anyways flutesandhoes Before she had a chance to swallow I grabbed her face and kissed her swapping the come that was in my mouth for hers.

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Information on Team OLVR

Team Name: Team OLVR (Oliver- The Olive Tree) Team Sponsor: @fallentitan88 School: Beacon Academy

Team Member 1: Olive Char

        Quick general description: He was born in Atlas, Atlas and raised in Vale and are 20 years old. They are 6'5 feet tall and weigh 225. Their body type is Large and muscle structure is very. He is a Faunus with shark teeth, has silver hair and blue eyes.

      Gravity Well: The ability to control the effect of gravity around self, the drawback to this is the stronger the effect, the shorter the range or Olive can affect only himself, making himself lighter or heavier.

      Weapon: Old Reliable, which is a pickaxe that can detach into an anchor and chain.

      Personality: Olive is not one for comedy or jokes, and takes things a bit literally sometimes. A Faunus trained by his Atlas Ex-specialist mother, he has a no holds barred way of fighting, going all in rather quickly and using pure force.

      Outfit: Combat uniform: He wears a kevlar vest with his symbol on it's back and a short t-shirt under with cargo shorts casual outfit: Wears the same except no kevlar vest.

Team Member 2: Lucius Ava

        Quick general description: Is "Born" in Vale and is raised there. They are 5 years old though they look and act 19. They are 6'2 feet tall and weigh 165 They’re body type is Slim and muscle structure isn't much. Was a Grimm until she woke up a human and hasn't aged since. Her arms are pitch black as the rest of her is pale, her eyes bright red with coal-colored hair. Her fingers are clawed bone white.

       Black Mist: The ability to turn to smoke and move as it, most attacks and weapons simply go through the smoke. The drawback to this is the longer the fight the less able to use her semblance, quickly drains aura while turned to smoke. Becomes hard to control when angry or upset.

      Weapon: Thorns, dual swords that change into bladed chain whips

      Personality: Is still trying to figure out what her emotions are, dry and dark humor she enjoys as she tries to fit in. Is quick to upset and enrage is a terrible liar and can't hide their emotions at all. Is pretty ignorant and petty and she knows it.

      Outfit: Combat outfit: short leather jacket covering a short purple t-shirt, wears shorts. Casual outfit: Long sleeved Sweater and jeans, wears special gloves to cover clawed hands.

Team Member 3: Violet Star

        Quick general description: They were born in Vale in a village and raised all around the kingdom and are 18 years old. They are 5'10 feet tall and weigh 146 pounds. Their body type is short and muscle structure is weak. They have purple hair that turns gold and blue eyes that turn purple when using her semblance.

      Dawn Break: The ability to shine, though the effect varies greatly depending on the effort of Violet and glow much aura she wants to use, she can glow slightly or she can literally burn bright like a star, incinerating everything within 10 meters and momentarily blinding those too close, the drawback to this is it can use up her aura ENTIRELY if not careful and it still uses a lot to be effective in combat.

      Weapon: Storm Stingers which is dual daggers that also work as tasers, can extend daggers to be stun batons.

      Personality: Violet is energetic, though consumes coffee and energy drinks to make herself more so. She is jumpy and as the shortest member of team OLVR, she is reminded of it. She is jumpy and kind, having no idea what personal space is and is incapable of lying or being mean.

      Outfit: Combat uniform: A special one-piece bathing suit Velvet can make, since her semblance comes from her skin her outfit is quite revealing, having purposely made holes to show skin, normal clothing is burned away and destroyed by her semblance. Casual outfit: Shorty shorts or a skirt, short-sleeved dress with her suit underneath at all times.

Team Member 4: Reynaldo Star

        Quick general description: They were born in Vale in the wilderness and raised around the kingdom of Vale and are 21 years old. They are 6'1 feet tall and weigh 210 pounds. Their body type is Tall and muscle structure is Strong. Purple hair and blue eyes, just like his younger sister Violet.

      Dawnguard: The ability to spread his aura around himself and others the drawback to this is he gives up his own aura to increase someone else's and to protect them.

      Weapon: Storm Wall which is a great shield that breaks off into a battle ax and a smaller shield. The ax holds a taser at its head, top of the handle between the blade, with the supply of dust loaded in through the bottom of the handle.

      Personality: Stoic and calm, he watches over his younger sister, becoming a hunter only because she wants to be one. Doesn't trust people easily, but wants his sister happy and safe. They made their weapons together and they found out their semblances together as well, using their own for the first time to protect the other. Is defensive in combat, preferring to watch over his teammates and letting them do the fighting as he gives them his aura.

      Outfit: Combat uniform: Wears custom fit knightly armor, helmet and all, with a short cape with his symbol on it that can detach. Casual outfit: Wears parts of his armor anyway, shoulder pads and knee guards over his coat and jeans and a long-sleeved shirt undercoat.