#always indulging me with my human au hehehe

[angelmichelangelo]

hm… either a leo sickfic or a human au comfort no hurt fic would be kewl :3

SURPRISE YOU GET BOTH!! >:3 enjoy!!

tw for implied child neglect/abuse

read on ao3!

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“Mom?”

He presses a hand against her cheek where it’s warm and clammy, brushing away the damp strands of hair that are stuck across her skin, wielded there by sweat.

She doesn’t fully stir, her face only tightening up before she’s lazily rolling away from him, long matted hair trailing over her shoulder.

Leo sniffs. He clutches at his aching tummy, twisting the fabric of his pajama shirt in a small, tight first. The ashtray on the side of her bed is still sizzling out the last dregs of smoke that make the room stinky and hazy, so it couldn’t have been long since she’d fallen asleep, even though the sun was only just starting to poke up from beyond the horizon.

“Mommy.” He tries again, a little louder.

He hears her sigh, a long drawn out sound that makes him back up a little from where he stands. Leo watches as she stretches her bare arms out in front of her and rolls over to her back, the large swell of her belly protruding from beneath the blankets that houses his newest and youngest sibling.

“Hm, Leo. What?” She says it without so much as cracking open a single eye, running her hands down her face before they flop at her sides, looking like she might instantly fall back asleep again.

He shifts from foot to foot, confidence rapidly dwindling, the more time he spends trying to build it up again, she’s opened her eyes, narrowing them to glare at him where he stands at the head of her bed.

“Um. I have tummy ache.” He tells her, clutching his middle as another ripple of heat spreads through him.

Mom frowns and lets her eyes slide shut. “You and me both, kid,” is what she says after a while. A loud yawn rips through her, but she makes no effort to shake it off and get herself up out of bed. “There’s some medicine on the counter. In a little pink bottle. A spoonful of that should help.”

Leo knows he’s not supposed to take things like medicine or food without help; he can just about clear the countertops when he stands on his tippy toes, so when he watches his mom sweep herself back to the other side of the bed he feels an anxious flurry rise hotly in his chest.

“Can you get it for me?” He finds himself asking in a small, unsure voice. “I… I can’t reach.”

Mom doesn’t turn to face him again, but she’s sighing again, a little harsher and angrier around the edges, Leo knows he’s toeing into a territory he knows better to cross.

“You’re a big boy, Leonardo.” Is her final word on the matter. “Mommy has a real tummy ache, go fetch the medicine yourself.”

When mom says such things, it makes him feel small. Mom’s bellyache isn’t real — it’s a baby, one she undoubtedly didn’t want, just like her other three children, it doesn’t diminish the fact that Leo had woken up hurting and wanted help.

But he knows better than to argue with her so he slinks away to the other room to check in on Raph and Donnie.

They’re snoozing away on their bed, tangled up with one another, blissfully whisked away by the land of dreams and ignorance, Leo lets the pair of them sleep the morning away as he makes his way to the kitchen for his medicine.

There it sits, the little pink bottle that has a tricky cap he can’t always work when he’s got to dish some of it out for his brothers when they get sick.

He stands himself up on his tip toes and reaches it for it with a desperate, grabby hand.

It’s out of reach by a small, frustrating fraction, fingers only bruising past it before it’s pushed back against the wall.

He whines, a small pitiful sound because he’s still only seven, and he wishes the ache would just go away already. He wishes for a lot of things that don’t ever seem to come true.

He cannot bother his mommy any more. She gets angry and loud and he’s read from some of the picture books at school that it wasn’t good for her when there was a new sibling growing in her belly.

He doesn’t want to make her sick, too, so he looks around the kitchen in hopes of an idea striking him.

He looks at one of the chairs and thinks about perhaps climbing it to reach the counter.

Leo didn’t quite like heights, he remembers being picked up one time, by the front of his shirt by mom’s boyfriend, feeling a million miles up, like he could touch the moon if he wanted, legs dangling beneath him, he sucks in a brave breath and squashes the memory down into a deep, dark corner of his mind.

He pulls the chair over with all of his might, his stomach still aching and burning. He judges it by a single look over before he clambers up on top.

He’s able to reach the medicine bottle with ease now, desperate fingers clasp around the bottle, he pulls it close to him, like he was afraid it would grow legs and jump around the kitchen away from him.

He tries the cap, pressing hard like mommy had shown him once before, but he lacks the proper strength to get it open, the lid twists around and around with the familiar clack, clack, clack of the child lock that was secured around the rim.

Growing distracted, Leo tries again, pushing his palm flat against the lid as he twists, waiting and searching for purchase of the lock to come undone.

He fails again, the same full clack, clack, clack as it turns slowly has anger bubbling up in his chest.

He wanted, no he needed mom to do this for him. He wasn’t strong enough.

The hot anger that brewed away inside of him turned to tears, making his eyes go misty, he tries again and again to undo the cap only to repeatedly fail.

He wasn’t strong enough.

Out of frustration, he tries to rip the thing clean off the top, but his hand slips, jerking his elbow out to the side, it unbalances him momentarily, and in his attempt to steady himself, he lets go of the bottle, and it crashes against the floor with an almighty crack, and the whole thing quickly shatters.

Leo stares down at the mess he’s made; flecks of glass stand stark against the pale pink goo that was now a river against tile, more tears spring to his eyes, pushing the previous ones down his cheeks.

Mom doesn’t stir to the sound of glass breaking, or to the hiccuping sob that crawls from out of Leo’s chest like a big, ugly monster.

He stands there on his chair, still feeling far too small for the world, knowing that he’d have to clean the mess up before Raph or Donnie came plodding in and hurt themselves badly.

He sniffs, and carefully clambers down the chair, toeing around the glass, his tummy ache seemingly having grown from the pit of his gut, up through his chest around wrapped around his head, as he carefully plucked up the sharp shards, he knew that in reality there wasn’t any kind of medicine to fix this.

Nothing in the world to make his family any better.

[darlingpwease]

Luo Bingge: The way you look at me, the only memory is just us kissing in the moonlight~

Reader: WHAT THE FUCK WHO ARE YOU!

(I just wanted to respond to your genius au where Bingge finds us in the real world and we are basically the exact same copy of them)

<333 hehehe~ so accurate,,,

can't remember to forget you

I love very much, very much you

♡ pet names, unhealthy behaviour (non-consensual touching), forced relationship (not really relationship) if you squint, mention of violence + death (in past); bingge is my little pathetic woof woof who has done nothing wrong in his life, bingge sleeps with everyone who reminds him of you regardless of gender to match the settings

LUO BINGHE was at a loss.

"Character in a novel"? "Proud Immortal Demon Way?"

"Follow the instructions of the system"?

When he was moved to an incomprehensible room, something in between a peasant's hut and a townsman's house, LUO BINGHE could only look around through translucent floating jade tiles with words drawn on them, the meaning of which he could not really understand, even if he understood these words individually as well as their meaning, and already wanted to irritably sweep everything away this is aside — when gaze caught on a painfully familiar face.

He would have remembered these features even in death.

Instincts reacts much faster than mind, immediately reaching the body lying on the bed with a couple of steps — and putting his hands on the sides of their head, hanging with an incomprehensible white noise in ears, when all the blood in his body was boiling from just one sight, makes his throat dry up.

The system buzzes something in ear, but LUO BINGHE is unable to think or react when he sees a familiar face, serene and sleeping, but the same as before he was forced to survive, clinging to the remnants of strength and life only for the sake of one single thing, for the sake of one single person.

Your face.

Just as magnificent and breath-taking as many, many years ago — even when he himself was a disciple, your shidi, and looked up at you, really resembling a small animal that repeats after a wiser one — certainly not an 'animal'.

Rather, it was like he was turning from a beast into a Human Being, indulging in your restrained affection and supervision so that he would not have qi deviation or other problems, finally getting someone over the years who cares about him, sincerely pampering and letting him know that he is not came into this world for nothing.

Everything just snapped in an instant. Your life has been cut short just as a burning stick of incense is extinguished with a finger.

And he was not there at the most terrible moment of your life, although he swore that he would always be with you, would save and help.

How funny.

Plan to confess his love after he brings the first place to your feet like an obedient pet, only to return to your empty grave. You would never forgive him — never — but did it make sense if you now can't scold him or praise him? Did it make sense that the world was killing the people most dear to him over and over again? Does it make sense that even you left him after all?

Does it make sense that it wasn't even demons who killed you, but other cultivators?

You would tell him that it has. That this is a test. That his hatred wouldn't change anything. That revenge brings bliss to the heart, but poisons the soul. That his demonic blood doesn't make him a demon and who he is is the result of a choice. That a good and decent cultivator should not have a huge harem just to fill the void in his soul. That sex is not the only way to feel needed. That he doesn't need power to be loved. That he is loved simply because he is. That he doesn't need to imagine you every time he tries to find the same warmth in the soft tender bodies of rare beauties. That he does not need to look for the companies of beautiful young men and maidens just to find at least somewhere the same delight that he experienced even when you scolded him.

He just wanted to be a 'good boy' for you, — whom you can love, kiss, take with you, treat with treats, let him take care of you, — why did everything turn out this way?

His fingers are smooth, soft — the same as he had when he was still a disciple — and when they touch your cheek, your eyelashes tremble, as if echoing soft strokes, while he puts other hand on your other cheek with intoxicating delight, feeling the warm gentle air on his skin, — and trembling, sitting on the edge next to you, continuing to ignore the chirping which soon falls silent, as if realizing that LUO BINGHE is unable to react right now.

Everything inside him burns and melts like hot metal.

Is that you? Is it really you? Senior fellow disciple?

Does the senior fellow disciple still think this Binghe is handsome? Does the senior fellow disciple still love this Binghe? Will the senior fellow disciple be proud of how strong and powerful this Binghe has become, or will scold for what he did?

Perhaps he is now no better than an animal thrown out on the street, who has found a way to a cozy and warm house, but even when it's hard for him to breathe so as not to cry, he just continues to look at the facial features that bring him pain and pleasure at the same time, like an old wound that is being opened up to blood, while he don't mind. If he had a tail, he would wag it so much that he would wake you up, but you sleep so serenely, as if you don't notice his presence, — although it is, you couldn't notice his presence, — and LUO BINGHE needs all the willpower not to cling tightly to you and never let go of his embrace, crying about how painful it was for him without you and that you can no longer leave him, never, or he will follow you — no matter to hell or heaven, to another world or beyond life, you can no longer go where he cannot follow.

Breath. Exhale.

Breath.

Exhale.

He is no longer that intemperate and stupid shidi, who could only smile sweetly, baring his fangs to anyone who wanted to touch his, and could only try to physically take care of you and be pretty and obedient, thinking that this way you will not leave him and will always keep him close as a cute and good boytoy. LUO BINGHE — now — knows what it's like to be without you after you've given him a taste of this feeling of love and care. That true love must be won with passion and body; that it must be protected with claws and fangs; that the whole world is against anyone being able to love him.

That if he wants to be loved, then he should make you look only at him.

And he will make you look only at him.

Everything about you is the same — from the smell of your hair to the reaction, you are exactly the same. That's you, isn't it?

Love of his life.

It can only be you.

When your eyes open slightly, reacting to his touch and proximity, LUO BINGHE does not try to hide an intoxicated enthusiastic smile, even if there is nothing in your eyes but horror and misunderstanding.

“Hello, my love... Did I wake you up? I'm so sorry; I'll help you warm up and fall asleep~”

The character Luo Binghe from the novel 'Proud Immortal Demon Way' will be able to continue living in this world or return to his own world after achieving the main goal.

Do you accept the terms?

Yes.

“It's not like you can run away from me now, after all~”

[millenniumringg]

there are so many good questions it is so hard to choose only a few >_< how about 1, 3, 34 and 42 for the fic writing ask game??

YEEE let's freaking go ok ok

1.) What fic of yours would you recommend to someone who had never read any of your work? (In other words, what do you think is the best introduction to your fics?)

Hehe welll I think maybe the best introduction to my fics would honestly be A Change of Heart. It's like... pretty old but I think it makes for a good introduction to the creepier/darker fics I've been working on! I was going to say Cornered at first, but i don't know... I feel like that might be a bit of a shock to someone who isn't sure what I'm all about HEHE, but it really depends on the person! ...So in conclusion, one of those two :]

3.) What are some tropes or details that you think are very characteristic of your fics?

I thiiiink overcoming personal internal obstacles is a trope/detail I think a lot of my fics have HEHE even older fics like Rivalry deal a lot with feelings of jealousy, not being good enough, asking for help.... You know, all that lovely angst that makes characters relatable/interesting :] But are also important for growth!! They have to grow!! They have to learn!

Also I think another trope I have is, like. putting Ryou and/or other characters in danger JFEFH buuuuut I do it for a reason I do; Ryou is just such a strong character.... Any antagonist is going to have to do the Absolute MostTM to get him to break and, even then, it's not enough to keep him down! I just really enjoy testing Ryou's patience in different situations with different characters hehe... He can do anything he literally can <333 He is not someone to be underestimated!!!!

34.) What aspects of your writing are inspired by/taken from your real life?

Oh man, I mean, I always put a little bit of me in everything—I am but human after all! But I can name some specifics here and there

The Clean Sneak is inspired by living in Chicago! Domino is basically meant to be 1920s-30s Chicago, and a lot of the streets are actual street names in the Loop area, lol.

Without getting too personal, a lot of Cornered and Ryou's character were based on my own experiences dealing with like, anxiety and ptsd. Cornered was honestly such a healing fic for me to write LMAOO they are just silly guys and Ryou is oh so strong and deserves a long nap fr <33333

In general, I get a lot of inspiration from places I go to/visit, classes I've taken, talking w my friends... The world is such an inspiring place and life can be so interesting to dwell on when you want to make it into a fictional story HEHE :]

42.) Have you ever received a comment that particularly stood out to you for whatever reason?

First of all, every comment ever sticks out to me because I know how specific and niche being an AU enjoyer/writer can be, so to receive ANY comment is absolutely amazing and thrilling for me :]

Now, thinking off the top of my head, there was one comment I got on The Clean Sneak from someone where they were saying that they never really sought out fics centered around ryou, malik, tkb, etc. and that the AU plot and atmosphere was intriguing and they couldn't stop reading :') .... that one felt really good to read I was quite charmed by that one hehehe <3

THANK YOU for indulging me and asking me questions :3

[cephalofille]

Hey, mate. Indulge us a bit on this! Peeps who write these kind of fics are just hopeless romantics who realize we are getting old and haven’t yet found true love. And that’s why, being in love with a fictional character and being loved back by them in a fanfic it’s all what we can aspire! XD

Heheh, no but seriously, I don’t think writing a character x reader nsfw or sfw fic it’s a bad or a lame thing. Au contraire mes amis, it’s something really cool! :D

Why?

Because these fanfics are made by lonely and big hearted people who (like me) are aware they are getting old and haven’t yet found their true love yet, but, like me, they don’t want to date or have sex with someone if they aren’t in love.

So this helps us (the ones who write it and the ones who read it) a lot stay happy and positive, and don't dwell in despair and depression, cos those fics help us to keep the hope that one day they’ll find true love. And at the same time, it helps them to relieve the stress and piled up sexual energy they (we) probably have. Probably from a long time ago… like from 15 years ago (like me).

Reading the fictional character x reader fanfics that some artists make, helps peeps who (like me again) are in exactly the same situation than the one who wrote the fanfic, they feel lonely and hopeless, but don’t have time to write at the moment.

I’m an active nsfw/sfw romantic novel, character x reader fanfic and fancomic consumer. I also have wrote a couple of fanfics/comics myself of that nature for my own amusement. (I just haven’t shared them, and probably I never will. Due the fact that I’m a rated G illustrator. ) And I’m proud of it! ^^ Because there's nothing wrong with them, they don't hurt anybody, and they DO MUCH GOOD to people's souls! It's not "characters being sexualized" It's just a healthy way for people who are sad because they feel lonely cos they haven't found their "loved one" yet, to channel their feelings of love to someone who will never hurt them and feel loved back, and thus, improve their mental and emotional health.

For example, in my case; I suffer every day of my life since I started my teens cos I haven't found someone who truly loves me and who I can love, and this have always been one my most cherished dreams. And I swear to gog that those fanfics you satanize and judge, are the only thing that prevents me from going crazy and dwell in depression and desperation, when I realize I'm getting old and I haven’t yet found my true love yet. They have helped, and still help me to not despair and maintant a stable mental and emotional heal.

Because I much prefer to read fics, than to date and have sex with someone who only wants an affair for some days or months and not a serious relationship, and who will hurt my heart in the future.

I much prefer to read fics, than to give my heart and body to someone who will just use it for a while to calm his horniness and later toss it away like an old tissue they whiped their butt with. Or some jerk who would tell me "I love you" and later, break with me just because I didn’t want to wear a piercing or tatoo for him, or make a treesome.

I much prefer this, than to have sex with a random someone and getting pregnant and having an unwanted child. Or worse! Ending up having gonorrhea syphilis or AIDS.

So yeah, kudos to you peeps who have written, and who write character x reader nsfw fanfic! You folks are wonderful and awesome and your works of writting are a blessing to humanity! <3

*a character exists that is not sexualised or romanticised in any way, but is somewhat impactfully written*

Tumblr: I am romantically/sexually attracted to this character. I am definitely not unsure of where to channel strong emotions created by good character writing. I am actually horny for them. Time to write intensely nsfw character x reader fic

[hotgirlstiles]

do u wanna share any fic recs

YES I DO......!!!!!! and here they are!!!!!!! full of sterek goodness and maybe some stiles char study cause hes my baby (": (thank u for indulging my insanity!!!!!!!)

keep it together aka my fav fucking fic ever.. this is the only sterek fic that exists to me. its so so so good and i love everyone and everything

ok literally everyone has a fav isthatbloodonhisshirt fic but i have two because im insane. one is it's not pretend when it's real, the fake relationship one because it has so so many good lines and my fav line is "it started being a little less ‘just in case’ and a little more ‘please don’t leave.’" ! i'll probably include my fav lines cause those r the ones i bookmark with hehe. my second fav one is by any other name (i will always feel the same) aka the old guard au (': just so heartaching and beautiful and my fave lines are "but it wouldn’t be one moment. sese, one with him isn’t enough! i want all of it. / one moment, theodoros. you can have one moment. it’s enough. with him, it’s enough." WHICH IS JUST SO FUCKING CRAZY! once u reach these lines in the fic. dear god. i was actually crying at 2pm while waiting for my dough to rise when i was reading this. it was amazing

binomial coefficients aka the cutest fucking highschool au AND derek fell first which is literally (clenches fist) wow.. "it's always about you." is my fav lkine which is so corny. and derek said it cause hes so corny. nerd.

don't know what i'm supposed to do (haunted by the ghost of you) is so ): stiles sees dead people/ghosts and guess what! he sees talia! its so good! i love it dearly! i love rereading this cause i love stiles and the author wrote him so nicely

in case the daylight never comes is my fav s3a fix it (": it has AMAZING scott characterization AND the cutest stiles scott and derek relationship .. <3 i always giggle cause theres this line where scott goes "as the true alpha" and stiles and derek mock him for it like "there he go again" .. huhuhu its so fucking cute i love this fic dearly

carry on is such a good pick me up if u wanna read hale pack and shenanigans i read it when i wanna cry cause its so good and funny and the best What Couldve Been..........

seafoam and sunshine .. merman stiles (": what more can you want from me. hehe

love like ghosts OK> djifhihjesfjieka im gonna cry this is a fic where derek sees laura and talia yearly as ghosts and idk. he just spends time with them and i cried so hard reading this its so beautiful. im glad they thought of this i like to think its canon

growing. this is a stiles char study abt his hair and what it means that hes growing it out ): its really short but i love studies where its abt stiles and his relationship w his hair (there r more but i cant find themm!!! T__T)

all you have is your fire (and the place it needs to reach) this is one of my faves (": spark stiles and how he grows into it. its a fix it from the start where laura is alive and theyre all a happy family.. i really really love this and how they wrote stiles gwaaaah! my fav line from this is "these moments stick to his lips, like dry lips to a straw, tasting of sugar and sweat. (these moments rest between his ribs)" which is just. WOW!

that's no moon which is a stupid fic that i fucking love so much omfg,. nothing literally happens its just scott helpibng stiles with his Journey To Sexuality and its so funny and stupid and idk. dereks there. hes just there. i read and love this more for the sciles relationship (":

werewolf love songs, vol. 1 is a famous fic but im still including it.. nyehehe i love the stiles here hehehe i love the dialogue and the stupidness. my fav monster of thr week fic!

if i followed you home is so good tooo!!! they meet in new york pero stiles sees the death of laura )-: its still really good ! my bookmark says "well then. i love you. everywhere." and i am 80 percent sure derek is the one who says that omg

THIS IS THE ONLY TIME ILL INCLUDE A HUMAN AU BUT POELASRSJKBGKSHEDB THIS ONE. THIS IS THE ONE!! Is That a Gun In Your Pocket Or...That's a Gun In Your Pocket !!!!! hitman derek who is so in love with stiles!!! ITS SO CRAZY I JUST LOVE IN LOVE DEREK GEHEHEH this has derek reciting spanish poetry to stiles bro. what more can you want. as my bookmark says, "i made you a mix CD. you recite pablo neruda. we’re pretty much terminally gone on each other." GAAAHHHH

another merman stiles fic!!! no oceans left i think this is THE stiles merman fic! i love this so much! its more of a char study which i really really love. i love stiles and his relationship w his mother (-': my bookmark says, "it’s different when you’ve had something your whole life. / well, i’ll always look at you and see a three year old looking back. and a six year old. and a ten year old." and the second one is something the sheriff tells stiles and it makes me cry. i love that line so so much it makes my heart ache

bake to remember, eat to forget is SO FUCKING GOOD!!!!!!!!!! i havent seen this in any fic recs (me feeling special with a fic with 98k hits omfg) but its so. fucking good. everyone is alive except theres a TWIST!!!!!!!!!!! i love it so much i was confused at first but it. is. so. fucking. worth. it!!!!!!! my bookmark helpfully provides: "there’s no moving on. you’re it for me, stiles. you’re my endgame." (":

somewhere to start is an arranged marriage au wahuhu it has fae stiles!! i love the little story abt sheriff and mama stilinski at the start <3 (": its sosos good i love this i always reread this <3 my bookmark says "of course. i’ll keep you safe, from everything. / being lonely with derek wouldn’t be the worst thing at all." gweheheh

atonement is post-nogitsune stiles ): its really. heartaching. and more of a char study and its just. god. i love reading post-nogitsune stiles. my bookmark is "no one’s fault. not his, not yoshiko’s or the oni’s, not anyone but the nogitsune’s." which is really, gaaah.

GAAAAHHH THIS ISNT ANY ROMANTIC FIC its a sciles growing up thingy. dude, bro has ftm stiles and his journey with it and how scott helped him throughout the ugly parts of lifew.. i fucking love this so much it makes me cry when i think about it. my bookmark says "scott doesn’t settle for “most.”" which is (":

if i were you is a bodyswap fic with allison and stiles huhuhu............. its so funny and so cute i love it so much ):

wolf pack: beacon original is so good too.. it has hale pack ANDDD alive laura!! theyre in a motorcycle club! i love that cause my family used to be in one! ehehehe i love it sm its so nice

darling, dearest, dead PLEASE. this is the fucking,. the one. a fic. this fic. dear fucking god. stiles is so fucking weird and beautiful im so obsessed with him. this is the stiles in my mind i think. if theres a fic to describe all my interests in one. this is it. my bookmark literally says it all: "“i’d possess you,” stiles says, like this is a grand romantic gesture."

what's a secret identity? its just derek as superman. thats it,. im obsessed with it

thats all. bwahahahaha maybe ill make another list im on a hunt for good stiles character studies (": i love stiles! i hope you enjoy these fics i tried not to list the common ones but yes! stiles! scott! derek! wow!

[kurtty-drabbles]

Misfit au (enter the demon)

N/A: More bonding for Kurt and Kitty and then to Creepy and Columbina.  And Etrigan enters here.

@djinmer4 @dannybagpipesarecalling @sailorstar9 @discordsworld @look-ma-no-hands336

New Gotham is not often plagued with monsters, sometimes, is just a super-villain trying to take over the world, and Columbina watches as the Super-villain is giving bits of his fascinating flashback, sadly for the heroes, the super-villain is stronger than his motivations to be evil. Columbina is watching as Sparrow is trying to take the evil-doer, but, failing.

Not a hero by any shot. Kitty thought. But, I hate to see an annoying piece of shit like him winning, plus, villain being evil because a girl rejected him deserves to get a good ass whip.

Columbina enters in action and manages to catch Sparrow right in time, the villain was ready to use a death ray on Sparrow. “Hey, fancy to see you here” Columbina replied amused flying with Sparrow.

“Columbina!” Sparrow won´t make questions if she was trying to steal something “The villain has many weapons and I can´t get closer, Dark Claw is after his teammates and I …should have been able to defeat the villain”

“Hey, hey, stop with this attitude, Sparrow or you´ll be as gloomy as Dark Claw, even he needs help, Creepy is always saving him, besides, I´m here and my agenda is free to kick ass of annoying incel” Columbina said and this prompts Sparrow gives a wide smile and Columbina can notice she did fall from a trap.

“Great, cause I have a plan and I´ll need your help,” Sparrow said with a big smile resembling Jubilee Lee Wayne and Columbina sighs just like Kitty Pryde would. The fight and the plan prove to be more than enough for this villain and in the end, he was defeated, all the while cursing Sparrow and Columbina´s names.

Nightcreeper shows up giggling madly to Dark Claw who is bemused with the situation. Creepy runs to Columbina and spins her around “You did another super-hero action? Ah, I knew it, you´re heroic”

Columbina sighs as the man finally puts her down “Creepy! I´ve told you before, I´m not a hero, I´m …a wild card” she said smiling now, “but, never mind me, and you?”

The lunatic gives a big smile showing his teeth as he relates all of his adventures, all the while, bouncing around, it´s boring for him to be still in one place. “And then the weird lady throw a jelly ray on Dark Claw, but, not like that, Dark Claw is not envious of me or anything” more mad giggles and Columbina is still there listening to his tale “it was a real jelly”

“Yeah, it´s a look that goes well with him, and you? Hit up with this weird lady?” Columbina asked crossing her arms amused, but, this make Creepy change his behaviour.  “No, not all. She´s an evil and nasty woman who wanted to kill anything that comes in her way, besides, even if she wasn´t an evil woman…Columbina is much better and I rather stay with her”

Columbina is thankfully for the makeup, white-black imitating the poker aesthetic, really cover her blush. Meanwhile, Dark Claw and Sparrow are looking at them a little amused and Sparrow is giving tissues for Dark Claw to clean himself.

“What you think of them, Sparrow?” Dark Claw asked.

“They´re a crazy couple, that´s for sure”

Kitty Pryde is on the studio, already finished all her scenes, and wants to disconnect from the job, she made too many jokes at her expenses and no one will ever know her traumas, no one needs to know about them.

“Hi, now, are we coffee buddies?” Kurt Ryder asked holding his mug of coffee and gazing at her mug, both are drinking coffee with mugs that said “Dark Claw approved” with a cartoon image of the real hero smiling in the most cartoonish way possible.

“We can be buddies if you want, Ryder,” she said and let the man sit next to her, they are in the cafeteria and she looks at his eyes, the man is wearing glasses and never once she saw him wearing one.

“Oh, my glasses? I use them to read, nothing much” Kurt explained and offers a charming smile. “And you?”

“No, I´d not use glasses” Kitty states smugly.

“Well, you would look cute either way, but, my question is: how are you? Your last sketches seem a bit dark, you like to make fun of Columbina and I want to see if you´re alright” Kurt respond hoping to sound tactile, many people accused him of being too brazen.

“Oh, well, I guess this joke is getting old now, I´d not know what to do anymore, on the show, to be honest, I´d not understand much of the journalism world, so, is easier to make fun of Columbina” Kitty explained and this is one of the reasons. He does not need to know the others.

Kurt takes his coffee and then answers. “I can teach you something, we´re in New Gotham, and we journalists see so many shits” this somehow makes Kitty laughs “Wait, can you say shit?”

“On TV? Depends on the program, on real life? Only when the situation is really shitty” Kurt Ryder replied and Kitty is laughing again.

“Ok, smart-ass, teach me your ways”

And so, it begins the relationship between Kurt Ryder and Kitty Pryde, a relationship purely professional that no one believes is really professional.

Columbina is doing her patrol(“Uhm, even the word sounds heroic!”) when she saw a rather peculiar scene. A demon like a creature was protecting a mother and a child from a man wearing all black and who was casting several spells.

The spells, judging by the wizard´s expression, should have hurt the demon but it failed. The demon didn´t want much and quickly knock the man down and urging the mother and kid to run. The wizard used a spell and run away.

The demon is not pleased and notices Columbina hovering in the air. The two look at each other for a moment.  “Are you a witch?”

“No, just a Columbina”

And soon, the talk involves and they´re talking about the incident. The wizard is part of a cult that wants to use a woman to revive their god. Well, is a lesser god if compared to the outer gods, but, is still a god and has no good intentions for Earth.

“Should you call for help to JLX?”

“Look at me, Columbina, do you think they will listen to a demon?” And with that, the demon deems the conversation over, well, “is nice to talk with you, Columbina, but, I´ll have to take this cult on my own” and leave Columbina behind.

She rolls her eyes bemused.

Etrigan is using his human disguise and is in a bar(never mind the gazes people are giving to a priest drinking beer here) watching TV, Sketch TV, and notices new sketches to the program, the Kitty Pryde seems to have changed her approaches.

“Hehehe that´s was funny,” Etrigan said amused to the jokes and is back to his beer. A woman with chestnut hair and doe eyes sits next to him, and this makes Etrigan wonder why a woman is here, in such bad looking bar(but is not self-aware to realize priests shouldn´t be in this type of bar either) but refrain to speak anything and is back looking at the TV.

“Heheheehehe that´s was also funny and true,” Etrigan said as now the show is entering the commercial breaks.

“Hey, “ the woman speaks with him and Etrigan can see she´s eerily similar to the actress that was acting in the TV, but, is just a coincidence right? “are you the demon on the park a few days ago?”

“How did you know?” Etrigan hissed now in a panic. His disguise is perfect.

“I´ve friends in many places” she won´t tell Ra Al Ghoul to indulge her questions about demons and cults. “did you manage to take down the cult of steal your woman?”

“The name is cult of rebirth, but, yeah, this name makes more sense, and no, sadly, I´ve no more news of them” Etrigan confessed bemused. The cult seems to have vanished from Earth and is a frustrating feeling.

“I can help you, well, I know people that can”

“Why are you helping me?”

“Because I´m Columbina”

And later Etrigan meets Dark Claw and Nightcreeper, talks about creepy cult were made, along with how he meet Columbina and together the heroes managed to take down the cult. To celebrate, Dark Claw is taking everyone to drink ice cream.  Even Sparrow and Columbina are involved.

JLX invite Etrigan to be a member, even after the demon show to be a bit crazy or playfully as Nightcreeper. A kiss on Dark Claw´s check is proving enough and is not everyone that makes the broody hero jaw drop.

“Columbina, do you want to be a hero?” Creepy asked eating his pistachio ice cream.

“I´d not know, Creepy, but, whatever decision I make, it will be mine to make” Columbina replied after taking a bite on her chocolate ice cream.

“Ok, I just want you to know that you´re an amazing person. Sometimes, when I see Sketch TV, I fear you may not think so fondly of yourself, but, I can´t do much about this, all I can say is: you´re are amazing”

“You´re very corny, creepy,” she said with a sincere smile.

Kitty Pryde is with her crew in a much better bar along with Etrigan who is sharing tales of his past, the moral of his story is to not have sex with a witch. The hottest club is a property Penguin owns.

“Then, she killed the entire royal family and population and cursed me to have this scar” Etrigan points at the scar. Blink nods and makes comments about the witches she has met. Meanwhile, Logan Wayne, Jubilee Lee Wayne and Kurt Ryder arrives in the same bar and are looking for a place to sit, well, Jubilee was, Kurt was gazing at the scene and Logan is amused. “Jelly, Kurt?” Logan asked.

“What? No, Kitty has every right to hang out with her friends…but, I´d not trust Etrigan completely”

“Hum-hum”

“I´m not jealous. Logan”

“I so believe in you”

[detginski]

A tattoo for a lengthen hand hold

Human!RK900 x reader

tattoo artist au with flower shop au hehehe

writing for self indulgence also bcs muirail gave me this idea and its lit as shit

as usual, word vomit + shitty writing + lining words together to make some sense. mckfing enjoy muah muah

It’s been a slow day at the parlor. You were supposed to have an appointment now but the customer canceled last minute due to some things they can’t avoid. So here you are, hanging on the bench infront of the parlor, smoking and watching the world go by. It was a chilly kind of lazy day, you enjoy the sound of people chattering excitedly at the cafe right down the streets, the soft sound of machine whirring inside the parlor and you look up at the bright and colorful shop right across the street from the parlor. You smiled against your cigarette when you notice the older Anderson talks to his plants as he waters them. Over the time you worked there, you develop a little bit of crush towards that man. It was not your fault that you fell for the charming smile he gives to the customer or when he just looks so serene and handsome when he checks out the flowers at the shop like its the most amazing thing he has seen. Oh how you wished he looked at you like that. Your crushing was made apparent when Gavin pointed it out one day. And everyone in the tattoo parlor sees it and agrees on the fact that you are very much very inlove with the man who only spares you a few words of greeting. Gavin always teases you whenever Nines opens up his shop or whenever he walks by the parlor and if you were tattooing someone at the moment, you would put your tattoo gun down and watch him walk by. 

You threw your cigarette butt in the almost filled ash tray beside you and walked across the street towards the shop. You knocked on the window, smiling and waving when the man on the other side of the glass turned to look at you. You could see him restraining himself on giving you an eyeroll. Lets just say your charisma check is always a critical fail the d20 dice whenever you talk to him. Because of your shitty social skill, you weren't exactly on his ‘favourite person’ list because of that one incident where you accidentally embarrassed him in front of his customers. Well, it wasn’t your fault that when you learnt his name is Richard, you thought his nickname was Dick. And that got you downgraded from ‘eh im okay with them’ person to ‘what the fuck is this weirdo still here’ person. But you are still on his ‘tolerable person’ list and you get to call him by his actual nickname, Nines. You see him putting down his watering can and walked out of the shop to lean on the window you just knocked. 

“So what secrets did the plants tell you today?” You mentally punched yourself in the face for that shit conversation starter. But you could hear him chuckle at your comment and your heart soared, score one of the geek!, you thought as you light up a cigarette. "If it weren’t for the fact that your shop is right across of mine, I would think you’re either obsess with me or you have a crush on me.” He says as he plucks the cigarette you just lit out of your mouth and smoked it himself. You looked up at him dumbfounded and blushed when you see him smoking your cigarette. Which had touched your lips. You turn head down to watch your feet when he turns to look at you with an eyebrow raised “So, which is it?” he asks as he keeps on smoke the cigarette that’s been on your lip. On your lip, like an indirect kiss or some sort. You are very much freaking out, mentally and physically, over that fact and you just blurt out a, “hey! looks like I forgot I have an appointment right now. Catch ya later, flower boyyo!” You awkwardly gave him a wink and finger guns him before jogging back to your parlor and entered hastily. 

Everyone in the shop had seen the exchange, Jason was giggling while he works on a tattoo on a customer, Tina who's working the counter gave you a thumbs up and Gavin openly laughed at your face. “You should’ve seen your face! God that was so priceless. I’m pretty sure he’s thinking how much of a weirdo you are right now, (y/n).” Gavin had laughed so hard he had to sit down to catch his breath. You rolled your eye at your best friend and purposely lean on him with your full weight, "Shut the fuck up, noob. It’s not like you’re any different. Oh Connor, Oh beautiful baby faced Connor” You said in a mocking sweet voice. That earned you a pinch on your thigh. “Okay, now YOU. Shut up.” You mocked a laugh at the man and he just gave you a middle finger. “Get off me you mooch. Unlike you I have a job to do.” You made a face at him and moved to sit at the seat Gavin was sitting, “It’s not like it’s my fault my customer bailed on me.” “maybe its because you have so much geek tattoo on you they’re afraid your nerd would rub off on them.” “Oh shut up, tattoos are art and you shouldn’t insult art.” Gavin shuts his mouth at that and nods with a smile, “Point taken, flower boyyo.” He escaped with a laughter towards the studio for fear you might flung the nearest item towards him.

You were cleaning up after a walk in customer when the bell on the front door rang, signalling someone had entered the parlor. You heard Gavin greeted them and him, chuckling? You inwardly shrug and finish clearing up your area before Gavin called you from the front desk. You answered and grabbed your cup of coffee, sipping on it as you walked from the studio to the front desk only to nearly choke on your coffee when you realize who it was. You coughed wildly into your palm and Gavin’s hand automatically went to your back to give it a pat. You could’ve swore you see Nines’ face changed from irritated look to indifference in mere seconds. You thought he really does dislike you to a certain level that made him do that face when he sees you. You deflate alittle but turned to Gavin to avoid looking like a kicked puppy if you made eye contact with Nines. 

“So what’s the sitch?” "First of all, you nerd. Second of all, our neighbour here wanted to get a tattoo.” 

“Oh cool-” 

“From you.” 

You thanked god you had put down your coffee cup because if you were still holding it you're afraid it might've get crushed in your hand. You turn to Nines and your eyes widen in surprise, “Cool cool cool cool cool. So what is it that you want me to tattoo on you?” Gavin gave you a really wide smile and lean in to whisper in your ear, "Pray real hard he gets to take off his shirt.” And slink away as you blushed at that. Now that you’re facing Nines, you could see that he wasn’t irritated at you, he was irritated at.. Gavin? But what did Gavin do that made him the receiving end of Nines' face? you thought but ignored it for the sake of good customer service. Nines cleared his throat and took out his phone to show you a sleeve tattoo that runs from the chest to the back of his hands, “I want to design done, if that’s alright.” you took his phone from his hand and ‘ooh-ed aahh-ed and woaw-ed’ at it all while looking super amazed. "Oh damn, flower boyyo! This is a sick ass design!" you excitedly told him, that gained you a soft smile coming from the man. The design was a biometric design starting from the chest with dashes of flowers in between. "Give me two days tops to make a stencil out of it. Oh my god can't wait to get this done!" You're so excited you forgot who are you tattooing and the fact that, he indeed will take off his shirt for you, when you're tattooing him. 

"Can you send me the design via bluetooth?" Nines shook his head and gave you a suave smile, "I'll text it to you. What's your number?" You stopped your movement half way and look up at him, did he just.. did he just casually asked for your number?, your dork brain is screaming at you and your heart is already out of your chest, writhing on the floor because, your crush had just asked for your number. "U-uhh.." You had to clear your throat and shook your head to get your mouth connected with your brain again. "I-I'll type it down on your phone." You quickly typed in your phone and pass it back to him without saving it. You were still trying to comprehend what had happen when you jumped at the sound of your ringtone. "Now you have my number. I'll text it to you later, okay?" He says, still flashing his suave smile and then he winks. He mcfucking winked at you with that smile plastered on his face and for the love of god it has your heart spluttered to a stop. And you only managed stare at him dumbfounded as you watch him walk out of the store.

You turn to Gavin who's watching the entire exchange and you immediately let your freak out, "What the fuck?! What the flying fuck?! Did you see that?! Gav!! Did you FUCKING see that?!" Gavin was also freaking out with you but he's laughing while you're genuinely freaking out. "Ho..ly.. SHIT!!!!! That actually fucking happen!! Oh my fuck!!" Gavin laughed his ass off again for the second time that day and you can’t help but join him laughing. It took the both of you 20 minutes to cool down. “Oh my god. oh my good fucking god. That man is going to kill me one day” “Not if he smash your pelvis first!” with that you smack your bestfriend in the head.

The first text you received from Nines was the picture of the tattoo and a ‘Can’t wait to see you in action’ and that got you squealing and nearly punching Gavin in the face when the other decided its a great idea to chill in your room when you’re excited. Since then, both of you have been casually texting each other, usually Nines is the one initiating the texts. He always sends you a good morning with a picture of his flowers or plants or even a blurry picture of Connor he took which you gave it to Gavin. Finally you’re done with the stencil and it was time you see his naked torso get on with the epic tattoo. Gavin has been teasing you about it since morning and you felt like you haven’t had enough coffee for the day even tho you drank almost 6 mugs of coffee. 

You sent a quick text to Nines saying he could drop by anything and you’re just prepping area for Nines when suddenly you felt a presence behind you. Thinking it was Gavin trying to tease you for the millionth time that day, “I know what you want to say, Gav. Can’t I just enjoy my job for once? I mean yeah we both know he has a really hot bod and I’m definitely gonna enjoy my time tattooing him but really? I’m getting real tired of the relentless teasing since last night.” you sighed and turn to the presence behind you only to have your eyes nearly popped out of your socket and your face turning bright red. Nines is just smiling widely and looking very amused. “So when shall we start, (y/n).” the way his voice lowers an octave on your name does things to your heart and to your body. “U-uhh I-in a few minutes! Just give me a moment to prep the area! Wait at the lounge would you?” you nervously blurt out as you escape from him and running straight to Gavin. You put your face on Gavin’s shoulder and screamed into it. Gavin is used to you using him as a ‘venting pillow’ just pats you on the head, “That’s what you get for being such a loser, loser.” you just punched him at the side weakly and Gavin chuckled at that. He noticed that Nines is actively trying to murder him with his eyes from the lounge and he nudges you, “Uhh, apparently flower boyyo is trying to kill me with his eyes. I’m actually scared now. Get off me before he walks over here and stabs me with one of my own needles.” You reluctantly lets go of Gavin and turns to Nines only to see that the man is just flashing you one of his suave smile. “Ugh, if he keeps on giving me that smile I swear I’m going to have a cardiac arrest and high blood pressure.” Gavin only chuckled at that and went back to working on his customer’s tattoo.

You finished prepping the area and called Nines over. “You can take off your shirt.. if you’re comfortable with it.” you added quickly. Nines chuckled and took it off without answering you and dear god good lord almighty all the high heavens sweet baby jesus he is EXTREMELY WELL BUILT FOR A FLORIST, you thought and unconsciously licked your lips. What you didn’t realize was, Nines was watching your expression and his eyes darken for a second at you licking your lips. You took in a shuddering breath and asked him to lean back on the chair, “You ready for some pain, flower boyyo?” “It’s definitely better than you calling me ‘dick’” he winked at you and you just awkwardly laugh at that embarrassing memory. “Aalrighty then.” and with that you start, focusing entirely on doing the tattoo and obviously not on the rigged body you feel underneath your glove clad hands.

The tattoo session you had with Nines was just completing the chest and bicep part, then the second session was the shading of the area and you continuing down to his forearm. And then finally the last session, where you get to hold his hand for the final part of the bionic arm tattoo. During the last few session, you learnt that he had served in the army and the marines. His dad wanted him to become a cop but he felt like the cop life just doesn’t suits him. So he went and sign up for the army then continue on to being in the marine. Hence the wellbuilt body and his knowledge on different types of martial arts and weapons. You, a dork, was intrigued by his stories and his adventures, you wished the sessions never ends. But alas, here you are, almost completing his tattoo. 

Gavin could see you pouting the entire morning and watching the time like it had insulted your entire family lineage. He sighed at your slow brain and approached you that morning during a smoke break, “Ask him out for coffee.” “He could get coffee here.” “I mean ask him out on a date, dumbass.” You just turn to Gavin with the most scandalous expression, “I can’t just ask a very attractive man on a date! Have you seen me? I look like a raccoon shedding its fur. If not worse, like a balding raccoon drenched in garbage water. That’s what I look like on a daily basis.” “Not to him, you’re not.” you just rolled your eyes at your bestfriend’s attempt on making you feel better. “No I mean for real. Have you seen the way he looks at you when you’re talking about your geeky shit or that one story you thought was funny but it was not? Yo! It’s like some cliche rom com shit Tina likes to watch.” “As if.” “Believe it or not, I’m just saying. Oop, here comes your flower boyyo. Ask him out goddamnit.” He knocks your shoulder before leaving to attend to his customer. You scrunch your face at Gavin and turned to smile at Nines, “Ready for the final piece?” “I’m ready if you are.” and there he goes, flashing that damned handsome smile of his. Your heart still beats out of your chest at that sight but it dampens alittle at the thought that you won’t be able to talk with him much anymore because he’s not obligated to be stuck with you and you’re pretty sure he doesn’t want to hang out with a dork like you. You sat him down at the chair and he hold out his hand for you, you went from lovesick dork to professional tattoo artist in a second when the tattoo gun is in your gloved hand. 

The entire time you held his hand, you didn’t notice Nines took several pictures of you working on his hand tattoo and the fact that he had squeezed your hand to see if you noticed, which you didn’t. Instead of talking, both of you kept silent and the only sound coming from that area was the whirring of the tattoo machine and your fall out boy playlist playing softly on the speaker by the chair. By the time you’re done with his tattoo, you put down the tattoo gun and gently wipe the tattoo. That’s when you realize you held his hand for a very very long time. You wanted to pull your hand away but he clutched your hand in his. You turn up to him, blushing and he leans extremely close to you, “Do you want to go on a date with me?” he caught you off guard and it took you awhile to get your mouth to function instead of hanging uselessly open, you let out an awkward laugh instead. “Y-yeah sure! I mean yeah we could hang out, I’m not exactly a good date material. I mean have you seen me? Haha If you put a wet raccoon next to me I’m pretty sure you’ll me thinking the raccoon looks better than me-” he shut you up by kissing the corner of your lips. Your eyes widen a fraction and thank god you were sitting if not you’d be tumbling down on the floor by how much your knee shakes. Instead of you leading him to the front desk to settle his last tattoo payment, he pulled you up and both of you held hands the entire way to the front desk. He passed you the cash and leans towards you to plant a kiss on your cheek. “I’ll text you the details.” and with that he gave you a final wink and walked out of the store.

It took you a full 10 full minutes to come back to life and freak the fuck out.

Gavin is just snickering and happily collects 10bucks from Jason and Tina. “Told you they won’t make the first move.”

[j0shaw0tt]

4,7,10,14,16,27,41 for honey boii

THANKS FOR INDULGING ME, MY FRENNNNN~

For those who don’t know, Honey Eyes is my proud, gay, twink of a cat boy OC I made in a DnD session! He has recently been included in the story of my main OC, Catastrophe, a character you may have seen me talk about here! A purveyor of beauty, he is a narcissistic yet charismatic runaway prince who is famous for his sewing abilities, performances and charms. Don’t be fooled by his slim and delicate appearance, his dancing is not just for show as it’s his fighting style as well, channeled through spiritual energy to give it a lot more oomph than you could ever imagine. He cares mostly only for himself, but will quite literally ‘smack a bitch’ if they dare touch him or his beautiful friends.THIS WILL BE A LONG POST, SO YOU’VE BEEN WARNED!!

4. What kind of clothing does your OC wear?

To understand his clothing choices is to understand his world, which I will go over later on in this ask, but I’ll be brief here! He is a runaway prince of a country on the Eastern side of their continent, inspired by real life Asian countries, mostly full of animal races and animal/human hybrids, as himself. That being said, his was required to wear and did enjoy traditional robes like “kimonos/yukatas” and “gat-chogori”. He liked the sophisticated look and warmness of these robes, but had stopped wearing them after he left his family, only to come back in the future after feeling nostalgic about his culture, eventually making his own brand of these clothes to wear and promote his culture in unknown lands. Though geared for women, he enjoys kimonos more as they were lighter to wear and more elegant in looks, inspiring his designs to have several colorful and pretty designs to fit his liking~

His main story line will have him meet Cat in the Western side of the continent, whereas this fantasy world itself takes place around the late 1800s to mid 1900s, thus taking inspirations of fashion during this time throughout the whole continent. That being said, Honey thoroughly enjoyed the Western looks and completely integrated himself into it’s culture. He adopted a constant dapper and fancy look, his most casual outfit involving an array of dress shirts, completing the look and also probably popularizing it wherever he went with suspenders. (His choice color would be a deep purple shirt, emphasizing a royal look and bringing out his “honey eyes”, heheh!) Despite that, he will wear bow ties, ties, switch out for waist coats and rings, really making him look like a rich person, kinda like his old life as a prince!

That’s not all! Honey wouldn’t be complete without make up~ He is almost always seen with eyeliner on (probably the cat’s eye look, since he’s a cat after all and it would further bring out those golden eyes of his! Thanks for that inspiration, friend~~), and his not afraid to wear lipstick and lip gloss on more fun occasions! (Although, lip gloss makes more sense in more modern AUs) His favorite lip gloss is of both the glossy AND glittery personality! With his hair down, he for sure could pass off as a lady~ Most of the time, his long hair is tied up in either a traditional bun or as one long ponytail, both held up by “kanzashi”, in which his collection ranges from simple looking sticks to more ornamental looking combs (which if he’s real riled up,  can be used as a weapon!) The final touches come in the form of nail polish and flowers I likes to wear with his outfits, usually only one or two. Both of these will color coordinate with his current outfits, to complete his over the top and yet, cute as fuck looks.

Now then, his most expressive outfits would be in modern AUs. He would wear skinny jeans, booty shorts/hot pants, leggings/stockings/thigh highs, long gothic lookin’ boots, and he loves tacky, loud and colorful floral shirts. I don’t know what to call this fashion style but uhhh, it’s like wearing a long sleeve, but you one sleeve slide a bit to show off a shoulder and show a tank top strap or something?? Whatever you call that, he likes to rock it, and you fucking know that he’s all about wearing SHADES, BECAUSE HE’S THE BOSS WHEREVER HE GOES. Overall, Honey’s fashion sense is inspired by my own preferences, in terms of the more dapper, western look, and the fashions of Asia traditions and streetwear, ultimately culminating his personality and fashion in the West when he performs to be that of male Kpop idols~

7. What element would your OC be?

If you mean in the classical Earth, Air, Fire and Water, I would say he is a mix of Air and Water, but leans more towards the latter. I’m seeing this from the astrological perspective on the elements, whereas when he was younger, he was more of an Air element with wanting to be more free and independent from his royal life, and ultimately became more of  Water element into his adulthood as his newfound confidence kept him constantly moving, slowly building a name for himself at in the East. He was never too troubled once he became sort of a jack-of-all-trades in his endeavors with beauty (His skills will be listed further down), always just going with the flow with each new fun adventure. When he met Cat, he dropped any plans he had and decided to just join her troupe as he found her to be beautiful and saw much potential in her. Seemingly carefree, he had a plan for all his actions and felt like a mystery to Cat, but knew he was somewhat of a living legend with over the top adventures in the realm of beauty throughout the land leading to that point. More on the Water side, I’ve designated him as Pisces, as his actions and behaviors seem to fit that zodiac the most, from a textbook or basic explanation of a Pisces at least, as opposed to my real life experiences with them, because no one is as over the top as him. (Although I’m dating the best Pisces I know~~). Easily the most artistic and emotional member of their group, it’s like he lives in his own fantasy and somehow is able to bring that to life with his demeanor wherever he goes~

10. What deadly sin would best represent your OC?

PRIDE ALL THE WAY, BABY~~~

While Cat is the main character of this story and she shows her own variations of Pride (as well as Lust and Wrath, of course), she wouldn’t be so prideful without her teacher, the ever proud Honey Eyes. Upon meeting her, he is a pompous, narcissistic and self righteous PRICK. When I first conceptualized him, I wrote “THAT BITCH” in his personality traits!! He was inspired by this meme image:

Despite his negative connotations, meeting Cat definitely softened him up and he’s developed a favoritism towards her when compared to the rest of their troupe. He may be an ass at times, but he’s still probably the hardest worker next to Cat, seeing as it worked his off to be as confident as he is now, using his experiences to inspire Cat to be the best she could be. A perfectionist, he is proud of all his work and all that he is about, and is not afraid to tell it to anyone he meets. Hell, his introduction to Cat was him performing a song solely to show her hows it down and promote his own narcissism. All while towards the end of his song, his posse (YES HE HAS A GOD DAMN POSSE) of buff bois acted as a throne and carried him as a sang, giving one hell of a performance. One hell of a way to introduce yourself, am I right?

Song Inspiration: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lYd7Ykb3-aw

14. What foods does your OC like to eat? What are their least favorite foods?

First and foremost, if there is anything shred of his old, innocent and kinder personality in him from when he was a kid, it’s his sweet tooth that brings him back to simpler times. One thing he missed from his old life as a royal was his access to desserts, by far his favorite thing to eat! It’s the easiest way to his heart and to get him to do something for you… However, if you feed him something unsatisfactory, take desserts he had his eyes on, or in any way taint his desserts, let’s just say you’ll be in a world of pain. Regardless, one of his many of skills comes in the form of baking, where bakes in a way that cuts down on calories and fat in order for him to enjoy his favorite desserts and keep his slim body~ He likes all sorts of things, from just about most fruits to cakes that look like they belong in a museum, because you know he’ll make art out of his food if he could. He usually only bakes to celebrate certain events and smaller treats for his friends after a good day of work. His go to treats for his friends come from his homeland, “higashi” and “dangos”! While the former is not his usual favorite kind of sweetness, they are small, cute and easy to decorate and share around for a simplistic taste that reminds him of home. The latter he saves to share with his closest friends, Cat of course, and Celine (another OC I’ve got much to work on), and will also share these with the elderly and children if they are around. Dangos were a favorite treat of his back home, and they remind him of festivals he went to with his father, during times he would show him the land he would rule one day…

On the opposite side of things, Honey hates two things: Meat and SPICES. Meat because he hates how hard it is to chew and the fat that comes with a lot of meats, his fragile teeth weren’t made to dig into these rough foods! His pale and pasty ass can’t handle spices of any kind, and actively keeps himself away from it. Even mildly spicy things will burn his delicate tongue, quoting “Food was meant to meant to be enjoyed, not turn your into the 5th circle of Hell!!!” The mere heat a spice may give off is enough for him to stray away. In the end, typical cat behavior will have him prefer fish over meat, and he will stick with normal vegetables over any spice.

“I guess you can call me a pesCATarian!~”

16. What does your OC smell like?

He’s gonna smell better than most girls, that’s for sure. Along with his make up, he makes sure to smell as pretty as he aims to look, so most of smells will be flowery and/or fruity. This is mostly inspired by again, my own preferences, this time with my choice lotion, Victoria’s Secret™ brand “Love Potion”. It’s supposedly a mix of peaches and sakura blossoms, and I’ve dubbed it as the “shoujo anime scent” because you can’t more anime that sakura blossoms, and over the years this lotion has never let me down as one of my favorite smells. Honey would agree, as the Japanese cherry blossom would be prevalent in his Asian inspired homeland, plus you know he’d shop with in that kind of store. So you can expect him to smell fresh all the time with a variety of flowery and fruity smells to coordinate once again with his current attire at the time.

27. What kind of childhood did your character have?

Alright, cool cats, this is a the big one so hand on to your seats.

Honey Eyes’ childhood is best described as bittersweet. He was born the first human/animal hybrid of a royal family in the East, and while people of that kind were more accepted and prevalent in this part of the continent, it was still looked down upon to be of such a hybrid. This is due to racism between animal races and humans, with varying degrees of conflict throughout the land. While not in control of the entire land of the East, his clan was up there with the highest. Unlike Cat, who’s cat features of that of normal black cats, the animal races are more dominantly populated on the Eastern side, having a more exotic appearance. His father was a proud jaguar, but was a kind ruler, wanting nothing but to end this social war between humans and animals.

However, he was put into an arranged marriage in order to promote this joining of animals and humans. Unfortunately for him, his wife was a far more malevolent and harsh person, having a personal hatred for animal kind due to being taught said racism and a grudge regarding what their kind did to her own royal family (I’ve got much more to work on with this subplot in order to fully develop a believable reason why she would hate animal kind so.)

With that in mind, let it be known that Honey’s father was a much kinder, understanding parental figure for Honey. He held him in high regard as the one to unite these races with his hybrid status, but was never too hard on him and encouraged he find whatever way he feels will be right to lead this country in the future. It is during this time that Honey began his enthrallment with the world and the concept of beauty. Being royalty, he was exposed to the finer arts throughout his home for one thing, and had an enjoyment for classical music to the point where he took up the piano, half because of it’s beautiful sounds, the other, to try and appease his mother… With little to no success.

Thus describing his relationship with his mother, whereas he hoped receive some sort of love out of her one day, although she was only a tool for her agenda. Discouraging all of his loves and hobbies, she had no patience for his childish notions, wanting nothing but to mold him into a symbol of power. Being the first royal hybrid, she would show the world that this couldn’t have happened with her intervention into this species. She wanted him to show the world that it belongs to the humans, and they will take away everything, even their species. She believed it was her divine right to have power over these animals, that fate would have her lead the humans back to the top, where they belonged.T his treatment was psychologically abusing to the young Honey Eyes, and thus further supported his complete attachment and love for his father, to the point where he felt extremely more comfortable around men than women, subconsciously being the reason he takes more romantic interests in men towards in his pre-teen years. In his country, there were many men both slim and pretty, and also the rough and tough, rugged types, both he found “beauty” in do to these diverse and appealing looks. They were confusing feelings for someone that young, but they were quickly pushed aside when his mother found out, becoming the most furious she has been with him for these “immoral” emotions, seeing as if he couldn’t be the heir she wanted him to be, the least he could do is produce someone more worthy.

It was at this point where his father had (pretended) to take her side on this, and suggested a secret monastery towards the center of continent that had helped the their royal family in the background for eons. He explained that they would help “purge” these negative emotions out of him with their holy techniques. She was skeptical at first, but being the type to believe in divine judgement was easily swayed that if they had helped their family for so long, they would not fail in “fixing” her tool. Honey was completely scared and opposed to all of this, wondering why his beloved father would be taking her side so easily. Thankfully, out of her sight, he assured Honey everything will be alright, and whatever happens there, they will do what he believed he couldn’t do with her mother by her, and make him a great man.

Though reluctant, the young and meek cat boy trusted his father more than anyone, and had arrived at the monastery, greeted by monks not just of his cat kind, but of various animal races that existed in the world as well, including humans! He was greeted warmly, knowing exactly why he was sent here by his father’s orders. These monks don’t do any kind of “purging”, not in the way he understood at least. No, they were here to teach the meanings of equality and balance, both in the world and in a singular person, the real reason he was here. (This monastery and their teachings are heavily inspired by the of Yin and Yang, the air monks from Avatar in the comicverse, and the more in-depth portrayals of Zenyatta from Overwatch.) With everything in order, they would began to both physically, mentally and spiritually train the cat boy for a good portion of his life.

During the years under their watch, they did not shy away from his genuine loves for what he sees as “beauty”, nor even his feelings towards men. They were a open community that supported every concept of the truest forms love, which can be seen as romantic, platonic, and love of oneself. Being very supportive of Honey and the things his mother belittled him about, he was taught that his greatest strength would be that passion he has inside that he could not freely express with her around. As a royal family member, they entrusted him with a sacred, forgotten power that had been protected by this secret society, not even taught to much of the previous members down the line of the royal family before Honey. Being barely a teen when first arriving, it was a perfect time to judge if he was truly using the technique they would pass: Aura Surge.

It is essentially an enhancement ability that relies both on the users emotional state and life energy. Combining the user’s martial capabilities, ingenuity and overall skill, it is a power that manipulates one’s soul in order to put extreme powers behind physical attacks, and with enough mastery, can fire their energy at opponents (all inspired by DnD monk abilities and a very toned down of basic energy moves from Dragon Ball because i’m a god damn nerd) as well as minor healing abilities. It was not taught to previous members down his line due to fear of abuse during their rise to power, but due to Honey’s upbringing and unique personality, AND the current state of his royal family, they felt teaching him would be a double-edged sword: they knew if Honey was let free and not “fixed” in the way his mother wanted, she would eventually find out and hunt them down. At the same time, they had seen the potential in Honey and knew that after their teachings, they would put all of their trust into whatever Honey plans to do with his life.

This trust is not unfound though, as Honey does shine here. Through teachings, he becomes more understanding of both his parent’s personalities a little better, taking it into consideration as he spent the years her growing as person himself. The lesson of balance was the most important, as the monks taught him that as unfortunate as it is, good cannot exist without bad, and that goes for the individual. As naive and innocent as he was going in, he was not exempt from getting consumed by his emotions, especially having A LOT of bottled up anger and a grudge against his mother. Nevertheless, he knew to harness this power they were teaching him and to become a better person, he need to equalize all these emotions he had. In the future, he may be cocky, narcissistic and prideful of all that he does, but he will always remember the things he learned from the monastery. His time there was some of the best years of his life, but they all knew he had to venture out in the world and tackle it whatever way he saw fit…

So around his mid to late teens, he made it a goal to not immediately return to his family. He wanted to explore the world and his land in order to get a better understanding of it’s people, that way he can formulate how he can rule his country to the best of abilities with the interests of everyone. He had left the monastery with nothing but gratitude for them, unbeknownst that one day his mother would one day tear down the place for their insolence and being part of turning her tool to an unstoppable force of confidence. (How he handles the information when he finds out about what happens to them has yet to be written, but if you understand Honey now, you’ll know his immediate response.)

Honey Eyes was finally own his own, and with is overflowing charisma and charm he gained, he lived his life to the fullest. It was during these years after leaving to when he meets Cat that he would build his repertoire of skills in what he say as “beauty”. He became an exceptional dressmaker and tailor, fitting his attraction to both male and female gendered clothing, promoting the idea of no matter the gender, you should be able to wear what you want, an idea he would actively promote in how he would dress the way he wants. While not as great as his sewing abilities he trained for, as mentioned above he also became a great baker in his own regard, specializing in Eastern treats from his homeland, but moving on to common delicacies from other parts of the world, though his baking was exclusive for events and his friends. On the same level, he an aspiring artist, loving the inspirations from each land he crosses, sketching whatever catches his interest at the time. While not as refined or regal as expensive works seen around his royal household, his taste particularly bound by conceptual and fine arts.

His main skill is his performing arts, however! Though he very slowly became known to the world for his jack of all trades profession, all could agree that seeing him perform musically was his best works. He is a performer at heart and has a keen sense of choreography and his love for beauty gives him the widest range of artistic inspiration for his works. Again, he is a master at the piano, often leaning towards the classical side of things, but changing up to match the upbeat tempos that Cat’s music needed, giving him experiences in the swing vibe. As a singer, his voice matches the exudes as much confidence and power that his personality does every day of his adulthood. He knows how good he is and proves to outshine even Cat in her even her early days as a singer-in-disguise, prompting him to become her teacher in both performing and confidence.

In the end, Honey Eyes grew up with a bittersweet childhood, but was molded into a man of pure charm and confidence. Actively following his dreams and going wherever seems the most fun, he truly isn’t the same, naive boy he was in his old life. He has fully embraced and appreciated love for beauty and men, and uses it to promote his bad boy self wherever he goes. Aside from Cat, no one really tells him what to do and he marches to the beat of his own drum. One day, he may return as king of an Eastern land, but right now, he is Honey Eyes, the hardest working cat man in the business with an unmatched love for beauty.

41. What does your character do when they’re angry? Why?

You do NOT want to get him angry. If you push him far enough, he will hold grudges, and if left unchecked… Let’s just say the cat WILL get your tongue, among other things. Being the fancy pants he is, he still can act like a brat when things start falling out of his control, often yelling at everyone to get their shit together and yelling at whoever or whatever is riling him up. This would be the case prior to meeting Cat and friends, but since then he’s learned to control his anger through his various skills. One way could be that will furiously bake something extravagant to get his mind off of the problem, this way he could feel proud and give his friend’s a treat. Another way he gets rid of this negative energy is through his accordion. While his piano playing has a naturally calming effect to it, his accordion has a more romantic and fantasy feeling to it, and thus will play alone on nights, either playing something soothing or tunes he can combine his skill with poetry with, that way he could be more vocal with words. When it boils down, he can simply confide with Cat, his must trusted friend and sister figure. Being the most emotional in the group, he is still victim to hiding his true emotions in order to put up a strong face, especially in times where things are hard for Cat herself. Whether they find a solution or not, talking with each other has been the best way for either of them to stand back up on two feet, truly a testament of their now unbreakable bond. (For now, at least…)