#and i also saw stuff from my old hobbies that i had to give up on due to money/time constraints and i just. yeah.

[scaramoucheslefttoenail]

""I like shiny things, but I'd marry you in paper rings." "

Tsukishima Kei ✶ꜜ﹒romance! fluff﹑🦖﹐◌ not proofread

Who says a bitter guy can't also be sweet? That's what I call him: bittersweet. Whenever Tsukishima gets bored on weekends, he does origami, specifically paper rings. You probably even have a lot of it by now stuffed in your drawer, but you don't complain. Every paper ring is different from the last; you keep it like a collection.

You always liked shiny accessories, especially when they're silver. But as soon as you received your first paper ring from Tsukishima, you started to like handmade things from him more; it was slightly messy but cute. His struggle and efforts are visible on it.

When someone notices you keep receiving paper rings from him, they keep asking, "Do you ever get tired of getting stuff like that frequently?" to which you always answer with a no. Actually, you hoped he would keep making this even when growing old, a thing you wouldn't change for the world. Tsukishima doesn't hear it much, but you love him and his silly hobby of making paper rings.

So what was your reaction when Tsukishima went down on his knees and showed you a real ring this time? Not those paper rings, but a real ring.

You almost couldn't believe it at first, debating if this was reality. That was when you realized you had already teared up.

"My clover, you make me the happiest man when we are together. I want to spend the rest of my life with you... Will you marry me?" You could sense he was nervous and anxious. You smiled, already imagining the rest of your life being married to him. You quickly threw yourself into his arms and spoke a soft "yes..." to him. You both slowly pulled away slightly from each other, seeing each other's eyes filled with joyful tears. He inserted the ring on your ring finger; it fits so perfectly. It was so pretty you silently swore you wouldn't take it off. "I love you, my clover..." Tsukishima said in a hushed tone, and you replied back with an "I love you too, my dino."

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You walked slowly down the aisle, stepping on the white carpet. You had the veil cover you, but it didn't hide that you saw Tsukishima's smiling face across the room. Everything felt like a flash; it was like yesterday you were still lovestruck college students. When he practiced volleyball, you were always there to hand him his water.

Right now, you and Tsukishima are getting married. Both of your families are on the side, happy for you two with grins and tears. When you were near to him, he reached out his hand for you, and you gladly took it.

The officiant started his remarks, and it all felt so fast. You were leaning on Tsukishima's shoulder, feeling comfort when he's with you. You didn't even notice it was time for the vows. Tsukishima's vows were filled with love, commitment, and reflection from all the years you have been together. You shared yours, and your voice almost cracked when speaking. Tears wanting to drop from happiness.

You almost let out a giggle when you saw his best man, Yamaguchi, holding the rings on a tiny white pillow.

He took a ring first and softly said, "I, Tsukishima Kei, give you this ring as a symbol of my love." He slid the ring on your ring finger and kissed your knuckles. You also took a ring and said, "I, [name], give you this ring as a token of my love and a sign of our marriage," and put the ring on his ring finger.

You waited so long for your favorite part. The first kiss of our marriage, his cheesy version 'to seal the deal.' He grabbed your waist, his touch gentle as he leaned to you. Your lips pressed together, and it felt like a last piece of a puzzle was finally put in.

[written-in-flowers]

Eve and Her Apple: Rafe x Fem!Reader

Pairing: Rafe x Fem!Reader

Genre: Smut, light angst

Word Count: 8k

Summary: A few weeks have passed since the golf course, and your feelings for Rafe have become complicated. Very complicated.

Tags: friends with benefits to lovers (?), forbidden romance, secret relatinship, slight mutual pining, brat!reader, dom!rafe, blackmail, hair pulling, dick slapping, face fucking, cum swallowing, masturbation w/ somene watching, dom/sub dynamic, cnc-ish play (very light), drug use (cocaine), sex under the influence, biblical references, car sex, outdoor sex, rough blowjob, orgasm delay, multiple orgasms, multiple positions, multiple locations, oral sex (f. and m. receiving/giving), clit play, nipple play, LOADS of dirty talk/fantasy talk, overstimulation.

Part 1 < | > Part 3

****

Did Eve eat the apple because God forbade it? Was it knowledge she craved or a deeper desire for something she couldn’t have? Adam, understanding of his position in the Garden of Eden and aware of the way of things, would not even consider touching the apple. It wouldn’t cross his mind. Did Eve feel differently? Did she see the hanging apple and yearn for its taste? You wondered about this while sitting in the back of John B’s van.

“Do we really have to see this lame movie?” JJ said from his seat beside you. 

“Yeah,” Kie answered firmly. “It’s my birthday and we have to do whatever I want today. I want to see The Man on Mars, and that’s what we’re doing.”

“It’s just a boring old movie.”

You couldn’t help sympathizing with Eve these days. Once upon a time, you might’ve identified with Adam. You’d be going by Outer Banks rules and maintaining the status quo. But, ever since you started meeting up with Rafe, you no longer felt that way. The hanging fruit forever dangled itself right above you, and you gave into the temptation every time.

“...It’s a cult classic,” she argued. “You’ll get it once you’ve seen it. YN loved it when she saw it at my house, right YN?”

“Yeah, yeah, it was great,” you responded distractedly, using your phone to keep out of the conversation. 

On the screen, you’d left your last conversation open. JJ’s position kept your screen out of view, so you felt safe looking at it. 

‘Let’s meet up tonight. I need you.’ 

Rafe often sent you stuff like this. At times, he’d tell you his obscene fantasies and other times he’d say sweet things as lovers do. You knew he likely did not want a real relationship with you. His friends would rag or question him for dating a Pogue. Your friends would gasp and scold you for considering the idea. They were God telling Eve to stay away from the apple tree. During the silent moments, you wondered if it was a good idea, but then you remembered what Rafe held over your head. 

“...I personally don’t mind it,” Pope said across from you. “I’ve seen bits of it, and it seems okay.”

“It’s in Figure Eight territory.”

He’d saved screenshots of things you posted on your OnlyFans and Twitter profiles. Yeah, you’d deleted them as instructed, but he carried enough evidence to prove it's you. Sometimes, you wanted to call his bluff. You wanted to tell him to go ahead and post what he had; you didn’t care. But then, that serpent called humiliation slunk its way into your gut and wrapped itself around it. You’d think of your friends’ faces and their shock. Boys around town would start harassing you for sex while girls looked down at you. It’d be used against you in every argument, and make you the subject of gossip to last forever. You didn’t want to think about your parents’ reactions. They both worked hard so you could focus on school. Your acceptance into the local college made them happy, since you’d be the first in your family to attend. They wanted you to do well. Also, they’d likely tell you that wasn’t how they raised you. People around town saw you as a ‘good girl’. You didn’t want that to change because of your secret hobby. 

“So what?” Sarah said from the front seat. “We have as much right to be there as them.”

“Says the former Kook herself,” JJ said snidely with a playful smirk, earning chuckles from everyone. 

Rafe made you feel different. Not just in the ‘mind-blowing-sex’ sort of way, but something deeper and more meaningful. There was more to him than drugs, booze, sex and his country club. He carried demons inside him that not even your watery eyes and fake sobs could heal. You saw it whenever he grew particularly upset. Something dark took him over, and it was hard for him to fight it off. You grew closer together in those moments. You’d bring him close to you, stroking his soft hair and cradling him to your chest. He said you brought him peace. The bad voices in his head quieted whenever he was with you. Hate and anger often washed away, and he’d be left with nothing but love. 

“You guys, it’s Kie’s birthday,” John B said, “And if she wants to see a lame movie, then we’ll see it.”

Those moments made you believe his feelings went past lust. You’d be sliding into that thought, and then he’d do a one-eighty and suddenly he’s only interested in sex. As much as you enjoyed the things he did to you, emptiness and shame often lingered afterwards. If he harbored any real feelings for you, it’d be less terrible. You did like the softer things he did. He’d been the one who bought your new necklace. On a string of gold hung a rose carved out of rose quartz the size of a dime, petals bordered in glittering gold. It was the most expensive thing you owned. You told your friends your parents got it as an acceptance gift to avoid awkward questions. You smiled whenever you touched it, recalling his gentle tone and loving eyes. 

‘I just, you know, thought my girl should wear nice stuff sometimes.’

A few nights ago on his family's boat, the two of you grabbed a few beers, chips, snd hung out underneath the stars. Eith nobody home, you enjoyed each other's company in peace. While suggestive comments and innuendos were made, neither of you went past kissing for most of it. He pulled the necklace out of his pocket halfway through the night, while you smoked a joint and enjoyed the ocean waves. He pretended it was no big deal, being nonchalant and indifferent, but you saw right through him. 

‘I thought we agreed no romantic gestures, Cameron,’ you'd said playfully, letting him put the necklace on you. 

‘We did. This isn't romantic. I want you to wear it so you remember that you're mine.’

‘Hm, that sounds borderline romantic to me.’

You remembered his hesitation. ‘Consider it a platonic gift.’

“We’re here,” John B parked on the outskirts of a community building. “Let’s get going.”

As a fundraiser for the high school, a booster club hosted an outdoor showing of an old sci-fi movie Kie happened to like. You personally didn’t care either way, since you always had a good time with your friends. But, that guilt of lying to them started gnawing at you as you all made your way to the large crowd. JJ, Pope and John B took out lawn chairs and a cooler, planning to find a place to set up; Kie and Sarah went to get tickets while you went off to buy snacks. Standing in line, you wondered how Eve felt after eating the apple. Did the guilt fester inside her during a long silence or did she admit her crime right away? Knowing the story, she’d been punished. You knew your friends. Yeah, they might get upset by it, but you couldn't imagine them casting you out or never speaking to you again. They wouldn’t hate you. Or would they? 

You turned to the crowd where you saw JJ unfolding a chair. If your actions hurt anyone, it’d be the blond surfer with a charming smile and good sense of humor. That’s your Adam. That is who you are crafted to be with, and it made sense in your little Pogue world. People honestly expected it despite your age difference: JJ was sixteen while you'd just turned nineteen. JJ is safety. JJ is familiarity and certainty. He is the Adam to your Eve. Rafe is the serpent, whispering promises and sweet words as it pushes you to the apple. Eve chose the serpent and his apple. Should you make the same choice or risk God’s wrath?

“Hey, beautiful.”

You knew his presence before he said a word. Several weeks had passed since the golf course, and you’d become intimately familiar with Rafe’s body. You kept facing forward, and made another step to the snack table. 

“Hey,” you replied over your shoulder. 

“I didn’t know you’d be here,” he said, “Now I have something better to pay attention to than this dumb movie.”

“If you think it’s dumb, why are you here?”

“Topper.”

“Topper?”

“He heard Sarah was going to be here, and the dumbass thinks he can still win her back,” he huffed. You imagined him shaking his head and fixing his cap. Ever since he learned you liked his backwards cap look, he wore it more often. Though, of course, you preferred him naked the most. “I told him he’s wasting his time but dude is whipped.”

“Sarah’s with John B now. There’s no way he’s breaking that up.”

You spotted the young couple by the sitting spot. She stood on tiptoes to kiss him before smiling happily. You remembered the outcry when John B admitted to dating Sarah. Kie disapproved full heartedly, while JJ and Pope wavered in theirs. You saw the break in Outer Banks rules, and the crossing of enemy lines should be frowned upon. Yet, when you saw the pair together, wrapped in their undeniable love for each other, you found peace with it. Having once been a Kook, Sarah left everything behind to be with him. It was the forbidden romance of movies and TV. You didn’t share that with Rafe, and likely never really would. 

“You look beautiful tonight,” he said close to your ear. “I love it when you wear your hair up.”

“It’s hot out. I didn’t want it to get all frizzy and stuff.”

Nothing to do with the subconscious habit of putting it up how he liked. A shiver went down your spine when a finger traced the back of your necklace. 

“You're wearing it today,” he pointed out. 

“I wear it everyday.”

“Do you?”

“Yeah.”

You got to the front of the line and bought an array of drinks and snacks for everyone. Everything in you yearned to turn into his arms. All the stress from lying and deceiving your friends weighed too heavy to carry. The scent of his expensive cologne and soothing voice became the medicine to your pain. You resisted like Eve resisted the serpent. Even as the phantom sensation of his arms came, you moved to leave before you betrayed yourself. 

“I miss you,” he whispered, grabbing your wrist to hold you next to him. “Shit’s been crazy and…I need you.”

He wanted to be with you. It was these moments that hurt the most. “I miss you too,” you said, giving off the usual disdain your friends expected. 

His thumb rubbed the back of your wrist, and he let you yank your arm away. You walked off, putting up a disgusted front as you went back to the group. Everyone took a snack and Pepsi from you before you sat down beside JJ. 

“Rafe is bothering you again?” he asked, popping his can open. 

“Yeah, but it’s no big deal.”

“What did he say to you?”

That he missed you. That in the chaos of his life, only you gave him a semblance of peace.“Nothing out of the ordinary,” you answered, “Just the usual gross bullshit.” 

JJ’s jaw clenched, “Somebody should teach him how to talk to a girl.” 

You giggled, “And that’s gonna be you, JJ?”

“It could be. He’s always bugging you and making you uncomfortable,” he drank from his can, “And…I don’t like it.”

This pushed a blade deep into your heart. JJ was much younger than you. Sixteen and still in high school, surely he knows he has no chance with a college girl. Plus, you’re friends. It’d ruin your friendship if you guys hooked up. You saw what that’d done to Pope and Kie when they did. Yes, they worked through it and back to their friendship, but she admitted to slight awkwardness. You didn't want that with JJ, who made you smile so easily. You listed all these reasons as you opened a packet of chips. JJ will eventually move onto somebody else. His interest bounced around from girl to girl regularly. He’ll get over you. 

At least, that’s what you hoped happened. 

The movie soon started, the black and white film playing on a large projection sheet. Your friends engrossed in the movie, none of them noticed your phone lightly buzzing in your jacket pocket. You knew better than to open the message with them so closeby, but you still took it out. 

‘I’ve been thinking about what we did last time all day.’ 

You’d done it in his truck last time. The both of you met up in the dead of night by The Boneyard, a deserted area of the island where it was easy to not be spotted. His black truck parked on the outskirts, he’d laid out a blanket in the bed and ravished you right there. Yes, he handled you with his usual roughness, but not as badly as that first time. You sensed the loving caresses behind his tight grips; you heard the words of love laced into his dirty talk. Your cheeks flushed remembering it yourself. You thought about his heavy body on top of yours, hands on his shoulders and legs around his waist. You mostly thought about why you’d met up: he’d needed your soft sighs and kisses to calm the storm raging inside him. Apparently, he’d spent money he shouldn’t have and now he needed to come up with it before his dad found out. Rafe often did things he shouldn’t, then regretted it afterwards. You liked to think holding you soothed him somehow. 

‘Did you ever get the money back?’ You texted back, not wanting to test emotional waters at the moment. 

‘Yeah, sold some coke at a party and used it for those dumb generators,’ he responded in record time. ‘I have some on me if you’re interested.’

‘What’s it gonna cost me? A blowjob?’

‘I was going to say nothing, but I won’t say no to that mouth. Nobody throats me like you do.’ 

‘Meet me by my truck in like 20 mins? Topper’s starting to annoy me.’

Even Eve showed hesitation. It’s wrong of you to take yourself away from her special day, knowing she wanted to share it with you. You casted a glance over at Kie. Your best friend. Your closest confidant that you were currently lying to. She’d been looking forward to you guys hanging out on her birthday, since it was hard for you to get away from work and school. You’d decided to make one lie true and work with your mother cleaning houses. It didn’t pay like OnlyFans, but you found tranquility in the constant work. 

‘Later? It’s Kie’s birthday and I don’t want to just bail on her.’

‘Not even for a quick one? We’ve had quickies before.’

‘Sorry, hun. You’re just going to suffer in your horniness a bit more.’ 

‘I’m destroying you when I catch you.’ 

‘Looking forward to it,’ you replied, smirking slyly to yourself. 

You left JJ’s side for Kie’s, planting your seat there. “This movie isn’t that bad,” you whispered, taking some popcorn from her. 

You put Rafe from your mind, and concentrated on the movie. You wanted to put your effort into making Kie’s birthday the best. You even silenced your phone to avoid temptation. Having seen it with Kie, the both of you whispered about certain parts and laughed at the movie’s very terrible special effects. It felt like before you and Rafe. It reminded you of times that were unburdened by secrets and lies. You let yourself soak in the moment instead of paying any mind to the man in the back of the crowd. 

When the movie ended, you all planned to end the night at John B’s house with beer, pizza and a cake you’d baked yourself. Climbing back into The Twinkie, you took your phone out of habit. Several messages from Rafe proved he’d truly been bored throughout the film. 

‘Topper won’t SHUT UP about my sister. Dude’s her bitch, I swear. He’s like Sarah this and Sarah that. I told him he’s better off without her, but when does anyone listen to me?’

‘You actually like this movie?? I never thought you would. It’s so dumb.’ 

‘I guess it ain’t that bad if you like it.’

‘Can’t wait to get you alone. I love anything you wear, but you look best when you’re naked and cumming on my dick.’

‘You’re going to be crying by the time I’m done with you, slut.’ 

These and several more had you concealing a cackle. You put it away without answering, knowing he’ll see you had read it and chose not to answer him. Rafe didn’t like being ignored by you. You knew the feeling. He often returned the favor, going hours without answering even your naughtiest of texts. Perhaps you both liked the game. Perhaps the serpent enjoyed taunting Eve and much as she enjoyed taunting him. You only answered when you reached The Chateau. 

‘Looks like Topper isn’t the only one who’s whipped.’

“Here,” Kie came over to you at the picnic table with a beer. She handed it to you and sat down on the table. “So, who’s the guy?”

“Huh?” 

“The reason you’ve been glued to your phone all night,” she said with a knowing smirk. 

You wanted to tell her, consequences be damned. But, the whole situation sounded so ridiculous and embarrassing. Where would you even start? You hardly processed it yourself, so how can you explain it to her?

“Nobody important,” you answered, putting your phone down and opening the beer. You took a sip of the foamy drink, and said, “Just a ‘for-fun’ guy. Good in bed, but boring otherwise.”

“Is it that tourist from the kegger?” 

The tourist from the kegger. A sleazy guy with boring conversation whose name you hardly remembered made for a poor Rafe substitution. You nodded, “Yeah, that guy. It’s whatever, honestly.”

“He’s still in town?”

“He extended his stay apparently.” You hated how good you’d become at lying. “I don’t even think I’ll meet him.” You needed to change the subject, “What about you? What happened with that conservation guy?” 

You listened to her talk about her meaningless connection to a guy she’d met at the party. The tourist was meant to take Rafe out of your mind. He’d been a lanky, skinny dark-haired beauty who played guitar and sang for his indie band. You barely paid attention to anything he said; getting into his pants was your main focus. Anything to wash Rafe out of your head. Sadly, that hadn’t worked. The tourist didn’t have Rafe’s aggression or tenderness. His bony, clammy hands didn’t match up to Rafe’s thicker, warmer fingers. His voice was higher compared to Rafe’s low groans. The dirty talk didn’t do anything except make you giggle from cringing. At the end of it, it was Rafe who finished you. 

‘You’re lucky I don’t post those screenshots right now, bitch. Get on your knees. I’m gonna remind you who you belong to so you never forget.’ 

He’d left you sore and tender on his bed quivering and teary eyed. It was his gentle kisses and praises that kept you from slipping. He’d apparently kept aloe vera by his bed, and ice packs in his refrigerator. You didn’t think he had a soft side until then. He’d let you stay over, cuddled in his arms, and snuck you out the next morning before anyone woke up. 

‘Wowwwww I text you and you ignore me??’ 

His text made you giggle. You left it unanswered, being brought to an impromptu dance floor JJ created and twirled around. The both of you danced to the pop music Sarah played, drinking and munching on the pizza on the table. You let yourself drown in the small party. If you kept checking your phone, they’d catch onto you. You only paused to take a photo of the beer can on the table, then texted him. 

‘Sorry, been a bit busy.’ 

He responded with a photo of a small white bag on his lap. ‘I got something better waiting.’ 

The offer might be nice, but it was his hand that enticed you. Veins more noticeable than usual, the scale of his hand to the bag created ideas in your head. The beer left you feeling loose and warm, craving Rafe’s hands. 

‘Where?’

‘Boneyard.’

‘I'll think about it 😝’

‘You're definitely getting it now.’

And you really couldn't wait. 

****

His truck parked underneath an old tree, tingles bursted when you imagined him behind the tinted windows. Already, you could feel his hard body flushed against yours, his mouth in places that elicited sparks from your loins. Rafe brought out an excitement in you that most men these days could not. When they kept a mild interest, Rafe’s ability to ensnare you should be studied. You might’ve thought he’d taken lessons from Lucifer himself with how easy he did it. Like a snake with its prey, he coiled around you and never let you go. You didn’t want to either. 

A cool salty breeze met you when you stepped out of your car. Taking in lungfuls, your nerves suddenly dissipated when the driver’s door opened. You drank him in as if you’d never see him again. Wearing a plain tshirt and shorts, he made the most casual of outfits damn near lethal. Perhaps that was the alcohol buzzing in your system. Maybe it was your ever growing desire for him. It might even be that annoying voice in the back of your head that created images of something more. 

When he reached you, his arms instantly went around your waist and pulled you to his chest. You buried your face in the soft cotton, inhaling his scent. A familiar woodsy scent came off him all the time, and you couldn’t stop yourself from drowning in it. Your mind associated him with the scent, causing you to think of him if you caught a wisp of it. He did not wait to show his eagerness for you, immediately pressing you to the truck bed and holding you there. Whether he confessed it or not, Rafe’s longing for you came in each deep kiss.

“You kept me waiting on you,” he murmured between kisses. “I’m sitting at home, desperate for you, and you kept me waiting.”

“It’s fun making you squirm a little,” you giggled before he sealed it with another kiss. “Humbles you, you know?”

“I’m far from humbled, sweetheart.” 

He quickly opened the truck bed, and nearly threw you on to a dark blue wool blanket. You hit the bed hard, bringing a shock of pain that went up your back. Rafe ignored your cry, and climbed on top of you right away. He became the entire world to you, blocking out the sky and waves around you. He pushed your thighs apart with his hips, and rested himself between them as he kissed up your neck. Your fingers slid right into his slicked back hair, tangling in the roots and scratching his scalp. Fire rose up from under your skin, reaching your cheeks as it stirred your arousal. How could one person ignite your desires so easily? You would’ve thought he’d taken his time studying it when he looked at your old content. He set fire to you with only a few kisses and touches. But even Eve felt the same rush as she bit into the apple of knowledge. You sunk your teeth into a forbidden fruit, and wanted more of it. 

He brought you in for another kiss, a hand wandering up to your chest as he did so. Rafe lifted your flimsy halter top over your breasts, your bra turning into another annoying layer. You closed your eyes to savor the feeling of his lips crossing over the tops of them, making notes of the shape and warmth of his lips. They caressed the round curves, giving the supple flesh small bites while he gradually raised the bra over. You let out a small pleasurable gasp when he finally cupped them both, kissing over the pebbled nipples and softly sucking them. 

“Fuck, I love your tits,” he muttered against one, working his way to the center and flicking the very center. “They’re so soft,” he tugged one with his teeth, dealing out shots of pain and pleasure, “And they look so pretty with clamps on them.” He said this with his cocky smirk as he gave the other side the same treatment. “Maybe I’ll do it next time, hm? Would my slut like that?”

“Yes, sir,” you sighed, pushing your chest into his mouth for more of him. 

“Noted.”

This promise earned him a roll of your hips. His hard bulge poked your inner thigh through layers of cotton and denim, tempting you. You held onto his shoulders, fingers digging into them as you started sliding against it. The simple motion brought on heavy panting and soft whimpers. 

“I was told there’d be coke?” You asked playfully, pushing your chest out to his eager mouth. 

“Right here.”

He rifled in his pocket for the small balled up bag. Cocained wasn’t typically your drug of choice, but anything from Rafe was good with you. You watched him dump a small amount on your left breast, making a small line before putting his nostril to it. The brief inhale tickled you and you let out a soft giggle. Though, this was then covered by a moan when he licked the remaining residue which ended in another suck on your nipple. He snorted a second line on the other side, making sure to skip his tongue over the hard peak before handing you the bag. Switching positions, you lifted his shirt to reveal his toned abdomen and chest, mouth agape at the firm body underneath you. The movement caused his pants to sink down an inch past his waistline, revealing the tantalizing space above his groin. You teasingly unbuttoned the pair, his bulge sticking out from the opened zipper. 

“You want to see it that bad, huh?” he taunted, hands going under his head in a relaxed position. 

“Always.”

You sprinkled a bit on the indent of his v-line, the white powder just barely visible in the half light. You held a side of your nose down, then quickly inhaled the drug before the urge to breathe came. The harsh burn broke through your nostril, causing you to cough from the harshness going down. You knew it’d only take a few minutes to kick in for just one line, but this didn’t stop you from doing a second on the other side. Licking up what you left behind, you started groping the hard muscle poking your chin. Still semi-hard, it moved against the curve of your palm when you grabbed it. Rafe gave a contented sigh and even shifted when you rubbed the shaft starting to fully harden at your touch. The heat radiating through the boxers joined the spongy muscle pressing to your face, and you couldn’t help kissing up to the throbbing head. You continued stroking and kissing him through his underwear, a tang of saltiness seeping through after a while. The drug in your system started doing its euphoric magic, and seeing the bag with a little bit left, you knew you'd be taking more soon. 

The teasing brought Rafe to his boiling point, and your excitement soared. A hand sunk into your hair, roughly grabbing your head and yanking it away as he pulled his cock out for you. No lustful words. No warning. Not even a hasty, breathy command. Rafe pushed his tip to your lips and you instantly opened up. Your clit throbbed the moment the heavy, thick cock filled your mouth. You remained still to let him guide himself further in, moaning when the head reached the back of your throat. His thrusts started quickly right away, his moans filling the air when you greedily sucked on it. Each throbbing vein, every hard inch that passed your lips became slick with drool. You pictured the moment when he'd finally fill you with it, pumping hard and fast like that delicious first time. You thought about that more than anything else. The taste of him started leaking from the head in small beads, smearing on your tongue each time he pushed inward. You swallowed them, letting him feel the motion when he hit the back. Rafe moaned particularly loud at this, holding you to his pelvis to thrust in and out of your throat. Even when your jaw and cheeks began aching, you continued sucking him. 

He grunted when he pulled out, leaving strings of saliva and precum between you. It dribbled from your lips to your chin, falling to the cock right under you. He slapped his length on your face, wet spots dotting your cheek with every tap. You tried catching it somehow, tongue out with hopes of getting it again, but he kept it well out of reach. He chuckled at your weak attempts before sinking himself back into your mouth. You held onto his thighs as he pushed deep into your throat once more, holding you there despite your gagging and choking. 

“Let’s see how long you can hold it there,” he sneered, pulling you off to let you breathe before pushing you back onto him. You muffled his name, and he chuckled. “What was that? I can’t quite hear you.” You pretended to be pushing away from him, knowing he liked a little resistance sometimes. You protested once more, shaking your head before he forced you back to the base. “Huh? You want me to cu-cum d-down your throat?” he asked, panting softly as you tried withdrawing again. “Well, if that’s what you want.”

He let you back up, smiling at your harsh coughing and gasping. You knew your knees and throat would ache in the morning, but it’d be worth it. “Ra-Rafe,” you croaked, licking your swollen lips, “Please…”

“Give you my cum?” He finished, holding you by the chin now. “We can’t end the night without filling your holes with cum, can we?” 

“It h-hurts,” you made an attempt to escape his grasp. 

“But you wanted this,” he said, “It’s what sluts like you deserve.” 

He forced you back on him, guiding you regardless of your aching neck and body. “You’re going to regret making me wait for it like that,” he said, his muscles starting to tense and his grip on you tightening. “I…I fucking…fucking own you, bitch,” he went faster and you sucked harder, “You come to me when I tell you to. You don’t get to decide if we fuck or not, got it?” he forced you all the way down, “Got-Got it?”

You could only nod and let him keep going. Your body shivered with anticipation at what would happen next. It’s what you’d wanted since you saw him earlier. It was a craving that only Rafe could satisfy; a need only he supplied. Not a single thought broke through your mind as the droplets became thick ropes going down into your throat. More and more came out in every stroke, Rafe’s moans elongated and strained. You looked up at him, tears stuck on your lashes and spilling from your lower lash line, and swallowed. He finished with a final shudder, then took a minute more before finally releasing you. Your scalp aching, your jaw and cheeks worn out, you cleared your throat after swallowing the last of his cum. You’d begun taking off your shorts when he stopped you. 

“Nu-uh,” he shook his head, carefully rolling you onto your back, “You made me wait. Now you’re waiting too.”

You should have known he’d do this to you. He helped you out of the bed, and while you hoped for at least a kiss, you received nothing. Your body felt like it was on fire. The pressure remained, and even the light brush of your underwear made you tremble when you slid into the passenger’s seat. You knew he’d drive you back here in the morning for your car like before. You tried not wiggling too much nor thinking about what you wished he was doing as the truck started up. 

Rafe passed you a water bottle and a tissue, and you cleaned yourself up on your own. His taste still remained after you washed it down, and this only furthered your arousal. Yet, your thighs still clenched together when the slightest vibrations came from the seat. 

“Rafe,” you whined his name, desire causing you to lean back in the seat and show off your body to him, “I’m sorry I teased you. I really shouldn’t have done that.”

“No, you shouldn’t have,” he said sternly, focused on the road. “You’re mine, and you know that. I let that movie shit slide because Topper’s too observant for his own good, but the texts? You know better.” 

“I only wanted to do it a little,” you pouted. You felt up his arm, wishing he’d take off his shirt again so you could feel every inch of him. You leaned into his ear, placing a delicate kiss on the outer edge, “Just enough so you’d wreck me when you got me alone.” 

Rafe bit his tongue in hopes of resisting the lips brushing a weak spot. You rested your hand on his lap and gave his inner thigh a light squeeze. Weeks of sleeping together taught you both each other’s sensitive points. You learned the special zones of his body; you studied them until you knew exactly what to do to turn him on. He did the same, knowing what spots turned you into putty in his hands. 

“It’s been a while since you’ve pounded my tight holes,” you continued, hand sliding up and down his muscled thigh. 

“Been busy,” he said firmly, though you heard him starting to falter. 

“Yeah, but you have stuff to jerk off to when you miss me,” you nuzzled his neck and kissed the curve of it. “I only have my imagination and videos where I can pretend it's you doing it to me.” 

“YN…” 

“I’m always at home, playing with my toys and wishing it was you,” you said, reaching his groin for a second. He’d just finished cumming, but here he was already getting hard. You loved that about him. You didn’t have to wait as long as with other guys. “I really like using the one you got me too. It’s just as big as you, and makes it easier to imagine you.” Your own dirty talk caused your sex to pulse in your panties. 

“That’s why I got it for you,” he said, coughing and making a turn back into town. You noticed he was heading north towards Figure Eight, and not The Cut. “What do you, um, think about?”

“Nothing particularly weird,” you shrugged, fingers dancing up and down his crotch. “Just you kidnapping me, taking me somewhere private and doing whatever you want with me.” You purposefully whimpered in his ear as you bit the earlobe softly. “You fucking me for as long as you want, muffling my screams with duct tape so nobody hears me begging you to stop…” Delicately, you took one of his hands and put it between your thighs. Automatically, he started returning your teasing movements, getting you to moan in his ear. “Thinking about you doing whatever you wanted to me gets me so wet, and I really mean that. Anything, Rafe. I want to be your special toy; a set of holes that are yours to do whatever you please with.”

“Fuck, you’re so dirty and horny,” he almost chuckled. 

“And you love it,” you said. 

“I do,” he confirmed, “I really do.” Long digits traced the inner seam of your shorts, focusing on where your clit was from time to time. You raised your hips for him to touch more, but as expected, he went at his own pace. “I’ve never done things like that with other girls. They’re always too prudish. Honestly, they all talk up a big game but once I get ‘too rough’ or ‘too weird’, they back out.” He looked over to you when he stopped at a red light, “But not you.” He gazed down to your chest, which you’d covered back up before getting into the car. “I could tell you to show me your tits right now and you’d do it.”

And you did, knowing an order when you hear one. This time, you completely removed your top and pulled your bra down, fully exposing his favorite part of you. Luckily, the streets were empty, so Rafe lingered at the light to stare at them without a problem. Cupping them, you whined at pinching and rolling your own nipples, unable to stop squirming from the arousal inside you. It elevated when Rafe grabbed one, brushing his thumb over the sensitive spot to hear you whimper again. 

“See?” he said, staring at your chest. “No other girl would do this for me.”

Neither of you mentioned how the subject of his blackmail material played a part in it. It started out that way: you only doing things to keep him from outing your internet persona to the whole town. But, as time went on, you started loving these little hookups. Rafe became the guy who fulfilled your every fantasy. You couldn’t picture yourself doing this with anyone else. He let go of you and continued driving. Since he never said otherwise, you kept playing with your breasts for him. Licking two of your fingers when he glanced your way, you stared at him as you rolled them around one of your nipples. The wetness made it harden, and you gave it a small tug between the two fingers. Being so exposed in a semi-public space only aroused you more; knowing any passerby might catch a glimpse through the windshield made you want more from him. Rafe liked public sex, especially if people happened to be nearby, and you never failed to indulge him.

“Touch yourself,” he ordered as you got closer to his neighborhood. 

One hand still teasing your tits, you unbuttoned and unzipped your shorts and pushed your hand inside. Finally getting some kind of contact, you let out a soft moan when your fingers slid over your moist lips. The velvety outside felt damp from the pooled juices in the middle; you only rubbed the folds around your hard clit, teasing the sweet pearl poking from under its hood. Rafe took deep breaths when he heard your moans, likely doing his best not to give into his desires right there in the car. You loved teasing him to the breaking point. The idea that only you could turn Rafe Cameron into a frustrated, horny mess stroked your pride a bit. Is this what Eve did upon seeing the serpent in the garden? Maybe she tempted him first. She might’ve desired more than the fruit of knowledge. Adam might have bored her, and she wanted something better, something different and erotic. You didn’t blame her. Every guy seemed so bland compared to Rafe. 

“Take those off,” he said, “And lean back.”

Shifting around, you only removed your shorts to show the drenched spot in your underwear. You continued sliding your fingers up and down your pussy, occasionally circling your clit to bring out the moans he craved. If any other guy asked this of you, you’d turn them down right away. They didn’t earn the privilege like Rafe did. Damn the evidence he had. Damn his empty threats. Rafe could burn it all and you’d still give yourself over to him. Once you had a bite of him, you simply could not stop. 

“You’re fucking drenched,” he breathed, swallowing the tightness in his throat. “Other girls I know act like they’re too good to suck me off, but here you are getting wet from just that.” He reached over and placed his hand over your own. You allowed him to guide you on your own pussy, shivering at the small amount of pressure he applied. “Why is that, I wonder?”

“Because I’m a slut,” you said, knowing what he wanted to hear. “A big slut that loves your cock.”

“Only my cock? Nobody else?”

“Yes.” 

“Good,” he smirked when you moaned at a particular spot, “No competition then.” 

He continued teasing you while he drove. By the time you reached Rafe’s house you were dripping and aching for him. When he parked, he took a moment to lean over to you. A loud moan broke through when he wrapped his lips around one of your nipples and sucked it. Your entire body lit up from his mouth and hand alone. Other guys had to go a lot to get you worked up these days, but Rafe did it as if it were second nature. 

“Little slut,” he said, tongue swishing over your nipple. “I bet you’d let me fuck you right here instead of on my bed inside.”

“That’s how turned on you make me,” you huffed, eyes closed as the overwhelming sensation took over. “I’d do it wherever you wanted,” your hand sunk into his hair again, “As long as I got to cum on your cock.” 

“I believe that,” he laughed, softly biting your nipple. “You’re so wet, you’re dripping down to your tight little ass.” 

He sucked your tits for a bit longer, then pulled away. You knew what to do without him asking. As he slid out of the driver’s seat, you fixed yourself back up. This time, when you opened the door and moved to get out, Rafe easily lifted you into his arms and set you on the ground. He held you for a moment, giving a long, passionate kiss before leading you into the house. His house, richly decorated and bigger than your own, was dead silent. Even if his parents and sister weren’t home, you knew his youngest sister, Wheezie, was. From what you’d heard from Rafe, the girl had ears like a bat and constantly listened in on other people’s conversations. If she knew anything important, she’d tell anyone who’d listen. Rafe told you Wheezie is the last person he’d want discovering you two. So, that was why you snuck past her room so silently. Rafe carefully opened his door, and let you get inside. 

Once there, Rafe gave into his desires and hungrily kissed you. Hands cupping your jaw, he worked your mouth open right away and brushed his tongue there. His kisses, sweet like honey with a hint of mint, broke your restraint and you nearly dragged him to his bed. Rafe didn't make you wait. He didn't continue his teasing or whisper more filthy talk in your ear. He placed you on top of a stack of pillows, and undid his own pants. Holding up your knees, you let him fold you as he pushed inside. That delicious release spreads through you, bringing out bouts of pleasure and relief. The moment he reached the end, he gave you exactly what you needed. All the build up to this moment exploded within you, and you balled up his sheets just to stay grounded. No drug beat the euphoric, blissful, near magical feeling Rafe gave you. His girth stretched and sunk deep in every thrust, pushing on the very center of your body. When you began moaning above a whisper, he put his hand over your mouth and laid down over you. This changed his angle, and the restriction took you closer to the edge.

“Shut up,” he said harshly, “Or I stop.”

‘Please, Rafe, don't. Not now when I finally have you inside me,’ is what you would have said if he didn't have his hand over your mouth. 

It didn't take much to have you shaking under him. With deep, hard, fast pushes, Rafe untangled you. Every coherent thought in your head was blown away by the hard orgasm. Your body clung to his by his waist and shoulders, urging him to get closer and go even deeper. 

“Gonna…Gonna cum inside,” he grunted in your ear. When you shook your head, as you did at times, he nodded. “Yeah, Yeah I am because this hole is mine. I get to do whatever I want with it….whatever I want…as much as I-I-I-oh fuck! Oh god!”

Rafe's dick twitched and you soon felt hot cum shoot inside you. You held onto his tense arms, nails making crescents on his skin and scratching as he kept going. Even as you felt him soften, he didn't stop right away. His pelvic bone brushing your clit, the sparks of sensitivity had you wriggling around like a worm. He wasn't done. He never really was when it came to this. Standing upright, he pulled off his shirt, withdrawing from you for a few moments. 

You admired the body he worked hard to keep in shape, eager to run your hands all over him. He was beautiful. He was cruel, perverted, brutal and beautiful. Yet, as they say, even Lucifer was beautiful once. 

Both of you fully undressed, he rested against his pillows and pulled you onto his lap. Your hands instantly glued to him, wandering his naked chest and arms while you kissed his neck. Grinding on him, your lips went across his collarbone to his shoulder, then from his neck to his ear. The soft moans his cock produced became all Rafe heard, while his own vibrated into your neck. Your sex slid up his shaft, sometimes hitting the tip if you went far enough. This made the head brush the underside of your clit, urging and tempting it for another round. Yes, a sting of pain came with it, but you loved it. However, you’ll always say something different. 

“Rafe,” you said, putting on that sweet, innocent tone he liked, “Stop, it's too much.”

“You can take it,” he assured you, reaching down to grab your ass. “Sluts like you take dick every day. It's all you're good at,” he smacked a cheek hard, “It's all you know how to do.”

“But it's sensitive right now,” you cried when the head slid over your clit once more. 

“Oh, is it?” 

“Yes.”

He tossed you onto your back right away, taking the air out of you. You laid sprawled between his legs, your lower half completely exposed to him. 

“You say this here is sensitive right now?” He asked, his thumb already working your clit. He smirked when you twisted to the touch, moaning his name. “Hm?”

“Yes!” You cried though tried to keep it down. You’d lose your mind if Wheezie walked in, curious and nosey. 

“And you want me to stop?”

“Yes, please!”

“The thing is that I don't want to stop,” he groaned, spreading his cum and your essence over you. “You look so cute when I’m overstimulating you.” He drooled over your sopping pussy, and rubbed it into your folds, “Plus, you know the rules, we stop when I want to.”

“Raf-”

He covered your mouth again, then began rapidly rubbing it. Three fingers went side to side, causing small pangs to go through your body. An obscene slick sound came from your combined juices coming together inside you. Rafe occasionally spat on it, making it even wetter. This sent you spiraling, and you found it hard to stay quiet now. He didn't care about your bucking hips or the nails scratching down his legs. Your tormentor focused on bringing you to another orgasm with only his hands. His tongue soon joined, lapping at your clit and entrance while you did your best to control your volume. Once he sunk two fingers into you, it was over. You came undone on his hand and face, trembling and muttering his name in between pleas to stop. 

“Rafe, Rafe,” you panted his name, but he cut you off. 

“Ride me.”

He brought you onto his lap once more, this time burying himself in your soaked cunt. You didn't hesitate to start bouncing on him. You both shared a deep kiss, moaning into each other's mouths as you became one again. How many apples did Eve have? It couldn't have been just the one. Not when temptation came in the form of a Greek god like Rafe. He grabbed and smacked one side of your bottom while he grabbed your tits. It was as if he had no clue what to touch, just knowing he wanted you. It didn't take you much longer to cum, once again sent over the edge despite your waning energy. Rafe took a bit more after two orgasms back to back, but you greedily accepted the third on your stomach and chest when he did finish. 

Satiated for the night, Rafe wiped you down himself before settling next to you. The tenderness that came after always created butterflies in your stomach. Wrapped up in his arms, you listened to his slow breathing as he drifted to sleep. Your own exhaustion crept over you, only waking when you felt his hand go to your chest. He examined the small rose shaped charm, holding it between two fingers. 

“I didn't think you'd ever wear it,” he said groggily. 

“Why?”

“Questions.”

“I got some, but I said my parents saved for it to be a graduation gift.”

“And they believed that?”

“Yeah.”

He kissed the back of your shoulder. “Good,” he said, “It looks nice on you.” 

Neither of you had to say anything. Rafe might say ‘you’re mine’ the way a master says to their slave, but this wasn’t that. At least, you hoped so. Lord, you actually hoped this guy, who is blackmailing you into a secret relationship, truly feels something for you. Why? Why did you care what he felt for you? You should hate him for doing this to you. He is making you lie to your friends and family about you two. Him holding this secret over your head is wrong, and him forcing you to sleep with him is cruel. Yet, you found it hard to feel that way at times. Like right now, when you’re resting in his arms after being satisfied by him, listening to him fade into his dreams. When he’s vulnerable and sensitive, opening up to you in ways he won’t with others feels more intimate than sex. You imagined he usually kicks girls out when he’s finished, but here he is clinging to you as if you’ll float away. A snake trapping its prey in its grasp. A serpent beckoning a young maiden over, offering an apple that would give her freedom and knowledge. The Devil seeing a beautiful woman and wanting her all for himself; no longer interested in defying God, but instead desiring His greatest creation. It made you feel special, even if it wasn’t real. 

But, the tiniest part of you hoped it was. 

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A/N: heeeyy guys! Looks like things might start getting more serious, hm? Who knows? Hope you guys liked it, shoot me a comment or an ask if you're bad enough, or reblog and like <3

[skierisa]

i would sell my soul for more 90s au hcs...

thanks for the soul, here are more headcanons!

Jay and Nya 100% do that thing where you call the radio station and request a song and dedicate for another.

Nya pierced her ears at home with Kai's help. Those got infected. But the multiple earrings looked pretty cool once they healed!!

Kai also pierced Zane's ear.

Skylor and Cole also pierced their own ears too but they knew what they were doing.

I have established that Kai also has a gig cutting others' hair from time to time (mostly when he needs money to go to a concert or such or just because someone needs a haircut and he offers himself to do so) but before he could start charging for this he had to practice, and when he couldn't practice on himself because his hair was too short, he'd bring in Nya. And she let him. Which led to her bob cut phase you see here

She really dislikes this phase but sometimes wish she could have it short again (but cut better as now Kai know's what he's doing and she can afford an actual hairstylist if he fucks it up again)

Cryptor and Echo love sneaking into movies.

Kai and Lloyd always forget to rewind movie tapes before giving it back to rental stores.

Nya can't keep a tamagochi alive for more than three days or so.

They do parking lot hang outs or just straight up hanging out inside a convenience store.

Jay and Kai are secretly fans of Spice Girls (Skylor and Nya know about this).

The boys do talk about making a band one day... (since Kai and Lloyd play guitar, Jy plays bass, Cole plays the drums and Zane plays the keyboard as a hobby).

Morro really wants to adopt a cat once he gets to live by his own (has a room in the college dorms and they dont accept cats there).

he also lives relatively close to Lloyd so they constantly hang out.

Arin is a regular at Comix Doom Store and has this admiration for Lloyd like in the show, but here is just 'cause Lloyd seems like the "cool teen".

So Arin has similar hobbies to Lloyd, trying to mimick him.

Same thing with Frak, but he looks up to Cole and Nya the most. He skateboards like her and tries engaging in the same music stuff Cole's into.

Kai has a CD he burned titled "Red Sky" which only has songs that remind him of Skylor (no one besides Lloyd knows about it and he only knows it because he saw it in Kai's CD player once and got the wordplay).

Lloyd, Nya and Jay have gone to the ER together many times because they both skate (i mean, Lloyd and Nya skateboard and Jay skates) and get hurt a lot while doing so.

Wyldfyre, Kai and Nya are distant cousins.

Skylor and Chad (from the Ninjago Movie) are siblings, and he looks up to Kai a little bit (kinda like Arin looks up to Lloyd).

Nya is in two different school clubs (swimming and robotics club respectively). She also engages in surfing a lot, too.

Pixal is also in her school's robotics club and also has IT and computer science classes (Zane does too but it's separate from high school and more of a special interest).

Every day of the departed/halloween, Zane and Pixal wear matching costumes (which are usually references to super old movies and literature, but it's mostly noir)

Cole has a gig at a gay club as a DJ. Most people don't know, and those who know, won't say anything (because it's the 90s and if you knew who was in a gay club it meant you were there too)

His favourite band is Korn.

Morro's major in college is

He surprisingly enjoys this course :)

I can see Pixal liking sci-fi in this AU.

Skylor has sketched those "K + S" on her school notebooks and cheesy stuff like that. She hides it at all costs.

oooookay i think it's getting pretty long and i realy need to go to bed so hope you like it!!

[littlemissmiller]

𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑟 𝐻𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑠

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐇𝐢𝐦

Pairing: drug dealer!coriolanus snow x fem!reader

Summary: (au) Your last summer before college and Coriolanus is still just as in love with you as the first time he saw you, but all of high school you’ve been taken. Meanwhile Coriolanus isn’t looking forward to college, but at least he can still make money dealing drugs. During the last week of school, he notices how fragile your relationship has become and something makes him think he still may have one last chance with you before the summer is over…

Warning: 21+ (mentions or drugs/ drug use) eventually smut, mentions of masturbation (m and f), mentions of oral (m and f receiving), jealously, slight obsession, possession, toxic relationship, slight stalking

Word count: 4k

A/N: hello all! my first series! soooo i’ve had this idea in mind for a while, but it felt like a summer write/read and i figured since a good amount of y’all are high school age or older this would appeal more and now that the school year is over i figured y’all have more time to read too. also i have another joel fic so that is coming soooon (closely followed by a billy fic) i’m so excited about this one like…i had so much fun writing it and i’m guesssing it’s gonna be like 12 chapters long…idk we shall see :) i hope you enjoy

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Coriolanus is ready for the summer. He’s so sick of school, even though he excels at it. He barely has to study and usually did his homework last minute and still got all A’s. His grandma had encouraged him to go to college next year, even though school didn’t quite interest him anymore. He thought about joining ROTC once he got to campus, but truthfully, why would he give up his little side deal for some army pricks and a “free” ride to college when business was about to be booming.

In his sophomore year, Coriolanus had taken up dealing drugs. Mainly he stuck to weed or psychedelics like mushrooms or acid, and occasionally ecstasy. He didn’t dare sell hard shit and he always made sure his stuff was clean. He had help. From time to time, his friend, Sejanus, would steal from his mother’s medicine cabinet. Xanax, Valium, whatever Mrs. Plinth’s psychiatrist would prescribe, he would manage to steal a few whenever his mother decided not to take her meds that day. It was a system that worked well for Coriolanus, and a system that he would need to maintain. Which is why he decided to go to college only about an hour away from his town. Being from a small, rural town in Illinois didn’t leave Coriolanus many options except the big public school close to the city. A booming college town, where Coriolanus knew he’d be able to expand his “customers” and still manage to keep up his means of getting the drugs he sold.

Luckily enough for him, Sejanus was attending the same college as Coriolanus. Which meant “visits back home” were opportunities for Coriolanus to stock up on his stash and sell. He would be able to tag along with a homesick Sejanus frequently, or at least that’s what Coriolanus predicts given how nostalgic he has seemed to become in the last couple of months. It’s Sejanus’s new favorite hobby. Recalling old memories and moments from the past. Some of which Coriolanus didn’t even realize how much those mundane moments Sejanus’s brain clinged to. How much he cared about their hometown and especially his family. Coriolanus didn’t understand. It wasn’t like he was going halfway across the country, unlike you.

You were bound for California, had big dreams of becoming a cancer researcher for a children’s hospital, and absolutely over the moon to be going to Stanford. Coriolanus wasn’t as thrilled. He had long desired you, wanted you as his own, but since the first week of freshman year you had been so out of his grasp. Too distracted by someone on the football or basketball team, and by your sophomore year you had gotten with one of those football players, Devon. Coriolanus still saw you around however. You and him had shared every AP science course since sophomore year and you considered Coriolanus to be a school friend. That was all. Yet, all of the science classes you and him had spent together left plenty of room for you to chat about Devon. And for some reason you felt safe to talk to him about whenever he would do something to upset you. But you never left him.

So, Coriolanus had watched you from afar, longing to have you all to himself. As high school went on, you only grew more and more beautiful and Coriolanus would often imagine you laying bare before him on his bed. When he was home, he couldn’t help but jerk himself off to the image of you with your hand on your wet core, playing with your clit in between your fingers. That’s all he could picture as he pumped his length in the shower most nights. One hand against the wall the other stroking himself as he pictures you begging for him to fuck you. Your soft pleas tumbling from your beautiful lips like a prayer.

Why couldn’t he have you? Why did some himbo athlete have to have you when Coriolanus was clearly superior to him. He didn’t blame you though. Devon was popular, which made you popular by default and after being in a relationship for so long, he knew it wasn’t easy to just leave someone like that. If anything he blamed himself for not getting to you first. For not asking you out when he had the chance.

Not thinking you’d be interested, the one time Coriolanus had gotten an opportunity to ask you out was freshman year. It was after biology class right before winter break and Coriolanus wanted to take you to a movie. You were his lab partner that day and it’s all that was on his mind. When just the right moment arose, he first asked if you wanted to meet later that night to finish the lab so they would have less homework over break, but mainly to see if you were free to hang out. Coriolanus was quickly let down when you informed him that you would’ve liked to, but your family was going out of town to visit your grandparents for the holidays.

“I’ll just have to finish it when I get back from break.” You had sighed

And that was the only real time he’d had talked to you still single. What a pity given it was the last week of school now. Exams were nearly over and Coriolanus had told himself to give up on you, but he couldn’t seem to let you go. Even though it was the last week, and graduation was this weekend, he still desired you deeply. More than the day he met you. Coriolanus watched you in AP Literature as the class went over the study guide. You twirled your hair, bored and just as ready for the relaxing summer break as he was. He tried not to gawk, but he couldn’t help it. You looked so god damn precious today. Your green plaid skirt just barely followed the dress code and your white shirt was ruffled around the edges and fit your body nicely. Your black converse high tops dangled above the floor. All he wanted to do was take you into a bathroom stall, bend you over, bunch up your skirt and admire your ass. He bet it was soft and round. He imagined a pair of cotton, white panties under it all, soaked. His cock started to harden in his jeans, so Coriolanus moved in his seat to hide his stirring erection.

The bell rings about ten minutes later and thankfully he’s settled down enough to where his bulge isn’t quite so obvious. He snatches up his book bag and looks up. As the last few students file out, you are asking the teacher a few questions. Coriolanus gets up and heads for the door. As he passed you, you finish your conversation and quickly move to catch up to him.

“Hey!” You shouted

Coriolanus paused at the door, turning his head to look at you

“I know it’s exam week and you are busy, but this physics lab is going to be the death of me.”

Coriolanus couldn’t believe it. Were you about to ask for his help outside of class? You had always been going to him for help with your science classes. Even though you had managed to score higher than him on every exam in science, for some reason physics was killing you. So all semester, you had been asking Coriolanus for help during class, but only during class. You never asked to finish your work with him after school.

“Are you asking for my help?” He smiles

Personally, you don’t want to take away from his time since Coriolanus seemed like the type of man that valued his free time and didn’t like to bother with school outside of school. In addition, his mysterious, stern demeanor was intimidating and you didn’t know if you were bothering him while he was trying to make money. You knew he dealt drugs and frankly, the idea of that scared you too, so much as you need his help and your science classes and in all honesty, you were just afraid to ask him for anything at all.

But Coriolanus always assumed it was because of how protective Devon was. Which was also true. He didn’t like you talking to other guys outside of class, and he was particularly wary of Coriolanus. It was no secret that he was handsome. Coriolanus had built his own reputation as someone who slept around. And as much of a neanderthal as Devon was, he damn well knew that Coriolanus looked at you like you’re his prey.

“Yes” you sighed

“I don’t mind.”

“Really”

“Not at all. I’m free tonight.”

“Thank you so much. You have no idea, I’d seriously be lost without you.”

“Of course!” He chirped

“I appreciate it. Wanna meet up at Panera after school?”

“Sounds good.”

You smiled, waved and walked off

Fuckfuckfuck you said “lost without him.” That felt so personal. And your sweet smile. Why are you so perfect. Your hips sway as you walk away and Coriolanus’s cock starts to get hard again, until he see’s something that makes him want to repulse. Your boyfriend approached you from the other end of the hall. Devon came up to you,hugged you and groped your ass. What an obnoxious ass, can’t he tell you don’t like that kind of attention in school. He gave you a sleazy smile and Coriolanus turned his attention away.

After school, he headed to Panera as instructed and waited for you. You pulled up, your boyfriend dropping you off in his 2016 White Mercedes C-Class. You walk inside and find him sitting in the back.

“Hey. I’m going to order food. Did you get something?” You asked

“Nah I’m not all that hungry.”

“Okay!” You smile and walk to the counter to order.

You came back quickly, sat beside Coriolanus, putting your book bag between them. You pulled out you physics textbook, laptop and the lab. As you explained why you were confused, Coriolanus explained the material to you, but was so tempted again. So tempted by the way your knee peaked at him and when you crossed your legs, letting more of your thigh show, he nearly fell apart. He hated how desperate he was for you. How badly he wanted you. He’d do anything just to hear you instruct him to get on his knees and bury his face in between your thighs.

When your food came, he refocused his attention on your homework. Why couldn’t he control himself? Why was he so drawn to your temptations today? You always looked so beautiful, but Coriolanus felt feral.

“Ugh what am I going to do next year without you in my science classes!” You sighed

There you go again. Making everything sound personal and intimate. Clever as always, Coriolanus replied.

“Well good thing you have my number right?”

“Yeah, but we won’t be in the same class and I don’t want to bother you.”

“It’s not a bother” he follows up quickly

“You’re always so sweet. I appreciate it.”

“Anytime…” he smiles

Your phone buzzed, it’s Devon. You pick up and he seems annoyed. You tried to calm him down but somehow he figured out that you’re here studying with Coriolanus.

“You’re being ridiculous ok. Let’s just talk when we get back to my house…busy…with what?” You speak in a harsh whisper. “Ok whatever… just come back and drop me back home. Ok please?”

Coriolanus acted like he didn’t notice, but he watched in agony as tears welled up in your eyes. You took a deep breath, close your eyes, and swallowed your sadness along with the last sip of your Cola. Even though he should mind his own business, he couldn’t contain himself. He had to ask if you were ok. Besides, it's not like you don’t already confide in him during class anyways.

“It’s ok. I’ll be good.” You said, your lip quivering

You excuse yourself to refill your drink and Coriolanus packs up his things.

What a fucking insecure dick.

Coriolanus knew that you’re not the type to cheat. If anything Devon would cheat on you in a second. As protective as he was of you, he seemed to have a different set of rules for himself. Coriolanus saw Devon at parties, how’d he flirt with other girls when you weren’t around, or check out the cheerleaders at games. Yet you couldn’t have any real guy friends, and he truly couldn’t stand Coriolanus.

“You sure? I could give you a ride home since he seems…”

“No it’s fine…he’ll be here soon anyways. I appreciate your help.”

Your lip quivers slightly and you hide your face as you pretend to yawn. It’s something you’ve learned to help you to hide your tears and prevent you from falling apart into a big mess. But Coriolanus saw right through it because he had seen it before. He wanted to hold you, tell you to dump Devon and be with him instead. He would kiss you, to show you just how serious he was. He imagined delicately stroking your chin with his thumb and forefinger, guiding your face to his and kissing you deeply. He would be slow, tender, his lips simply ghosting over your own. He would still hold you daintily, his breath fanning over your face as he told you how much he loves you.

You look outside, turning away from Coriolanus, stifling your cries as a single tear rolls down your cheek. Coriolanus can’t help it; he has to say something.

“You know if you ever need someone to talk to I don’t mind. Sometimes it’s easier to tell someone you’re not as close with. Because then it’s like you’re speaking into a void and it doesn’t really matter what you say. But at least you got it off your chest.”

You pause for a moment and look back at him. You contemplate the offer and as much as you want to just talk his ear off about all the ways in which your boyfriend sucks, you’re afraid that he’ll just be more upset with you, thinking somehow he’ll find out.

“It’s ok. I’ll just vent to my mom when I get home.”

“You sure?” He asks, trying to hide his desperation

You reach out and touch his forearm gently. Your affections burn on his skin, your fingertips branding him.

“I’m sure. Thanks anyways.”

You release him, giving him a small smile. You feel like you should apologize and he simply smirks in approval, his eyes following your hand as it leaves him. Then your phone buzzes again. It lights up with a text from Devon and Coriolanus glances outside at the parking lot. He sees your boyfriend pull up, park, and exit his vehicle. For a moment he thinks your boyfriend is about to walk in, but he simply pouts against the car like a grumpy toddler.

“Good luck with your other exams. I know you’ll do fine.”

You walk off, quickly gather your things and walk out the door. He watches you leave and his eyes peer out the window. You trot along to Devon’s car innocently, scared like a newborn deer. He stares at you hawkishly, arms crossed. He shoves his body back into the car once you make it onto the other side, starting it up and you disappear behind the door as it closes. Coriolanus hangs his head in frustration and sighs. You didn’t deserve him.

You belong with him. You belong with Coriolanus.

He felt a tinge of unease thinking about it, not wanting to become as possessive and obsessive as Devon, but he really meant it. He felt he would know how to treat you like a queen. Give you lots of nice things or if you needed cash to buy something you wanted, he’d give it to you. Sell more weed and Xanax to get you whatever you want. But if he could have you, hold you, treat you right, and tell you how much he loves you, he felt like you would want it just as much as he did.

When he gets home, Coriolanus heads up to his room. His cousin and grandma were out shopping for their dresses to wear to his graduation. Coriolanus had picked out a nice pair of black slacks, and a white button up. He wasn’t one for ties normally, and given the heat, he didn’t want to feel too constrained. It was hanging up in his closet, facing him as he enters his room, along with his cap and gown. He sits down at his desk, placing his book bag down and getting his laptop out. He decides to check his grades one last time even though he already knows what it will say. He logs on to his school's website.

Coriolanus C. Snow

Student ID: 1008452024

Current Standing: Senior (Academic Honors)

Current GPA: 4.0

Accumulative GPA: 4.3

Spring Semester 2024

AP Physics A

AP Literature A

European History A

AP Calculus A

Political Science A

Latin Studies A

The corners of his mouth slid up into a half smile. He was of course not upset with himself, but knew that school was the only thing he was really good at, but completely hated. He was still going to go to college, just to get a degree of anything and why would he miss out on the opportunity to sell to his target market. Even though he hated school, and was dragging his feet to go to college, Coriolanus had bigger ambitions. He thought that even if it meant four more years of school and lectures, getting a degree might lead him towards a better career. Coriolanus often heard of people getting into politics and getting intern jobs working for Senators and Representatives. It was truly the only thing that appealed to him. Even though he excelled in nearly every course, politics and civics seemed to have taken over his attention more than his other subjects. And his teachers noted how he seemed to have more interest in those classes versus science or math. So he thought that maybe college could offer an opportunity for him to get him to a place of power, which not even he realizes how much he desires that kind of control.

Then his phone vibrates, taking him off guard and away from his thoughts. It’s you. He immediately picks it up. He can sense your emotions through the phone and the immediate sniffle you give him, confirms his suspicions.

“Hey what’s up?”

“Oh I just had a quick question on this lab I realized I left the last question blank. Do you think we could FaceTime real quick?” You ask tentatively

“Sure.”

You transfer the call to FaceTime him and he picks up. He put the phone against the wall and your beautiful face appears. It’s slightly blurry because of the connection, but Coriolanus can still make out your beautiful features although they are covered by your clearly upset face. You had been crying, hard, your eyes slightly red and puffy.

“So what’s up” Coriolanus continues quickly

“Yeah so it's talking about how I’m supposed to connect my parts of the equation to the students equation in the problem but also explain the reasoning for why part b) works with part a) and show mathematical reasoning.”

Coriolanus smiles and begins to break down the problem in the lab and you start to frantically scribble down on your page, occasionally glancing up showing that you understand and are following along. All the while, he’s just as focused on your beautiful, round eyes, as they concentrate on his words. He tries desperately not to picture those same pretty eyes looking up at him, you on your knees, naked and sucking his cock. He knows that your eyes would look just as attractive and engaged by him. He shakes his head to refocus, but he’s hard under his desk. Luckily it’s just a video call, because his bulge is ever so apparent. Once Coriolanus finishes explaining it, you smile and sigh in relief.

“That makes sense. Thanks Coriolanus…”

“See, next semester I can still help you like this, you know.”

“I guess you’re right” you smile back “is that your bed?” You ask, pointing behind him.

“Yeah.” He confirms, turning around to look at it.

“I like the comforter. Your room looks cool by the way” you follow up

His bed sheets are navy blue plaid with red and white stripes in a grid style pattern. He looks around his room and admires his decor. Coriolanus occupies a room on the top floor. It wasn’t quite cramped like an attic, but it was close to the roof. It was cozy, with a slanted wall. The back wall was uncovered brick, with a wood ceiling. Coriolanus had put a few of his favorite band posters up as well as some vinyl covers. He tried to keep things simple with his bed against one wall and his desk against the other. He had a laptop that sat on his desk and a TV that screwed onto the wall above his desk, which he easily fit his PS4 under.

“Maybe you should come see it in person sometime” he suggests, not realizing what he has said.

When he does, he mentally kicks himself for being so forward, and your eyes dart down to the ground in your own room.

You stupid ass.

As he curses himself, you glance back up with a smile

“Hopefully I can see it at your graduation party. Assuming you're having one?” You follow up

“Possibly. I wasn’t sure, but my family wants to throw me one. What about you?” He asks

“Oh yeah I’m sending invitations out to the whole grade. We are having it at our country club, me and Devon. It's kinda a combination party I guess.” You explain

“Oh fun”

“It’s gonna be at the end of June so when you get the invite, let me know. You can text me and I’ll tell my dad.”

“Yeah sure. Well I won’t keep ya any longer.” Coriolanus nods, his lips sporting the most charming smile and you match his expression.

“Ok well, if I don’t see you much at school then I’ll see you this weekend at graduation?” You imply, unsure if he would even bother going since he almost never attended non-mandatory school events.

“Yeah, I’ll see you there for sure”

“Hey just real quick, earlier today with Devon, it’s just he gets a bad temper and makes assumptions”

Coriolanus nods, not wanting to scare you off, but he’s invested in having you tell him what more upsets you.

“I’m sorry, that sounds frustrating.”

“Well I guess you’ve always been there to listen so I just wanna say thanks for all these times. You know it’s funny though we get into these fights and I talk to you and feel better then he goes back to normal, well at least for a while then he gets back into his ways, so I’m just hoping he’ll mature more in college. Stop acting like a toddler sometimes” you smirk

Oh you poor thing, you don’t even realize how bad he truly is. You don’t even realize you're stuck in his toxic cycle. Coriolanus wishes he could swoop in and take you away. Treat you better. Coriolanus gives you a sympathetic smile and continues to show he’s listening to you. After a few silent moments, you say goodbye and hang up. Coriolanus feels like he can breathe again. You overwhelm him to a degree he didn’t even think was possible. Which he feels it between his legs, his cock is still rock hard.

Fuck you get him so worked up it’s unbelievable. He knows he’ll have to handle his member in the shower before dinner, but for now he smiles to himself. Coriolanus leans his chair back, mouth agape as he sighs at the ceiling. Maybe he could have a chance with you after all. He doesn’t want to get too hopeful, but something tells him he might just be able to get his chance with you before the summer ends.

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Next Chapter

[dr-spectre]

Im gonna be up front with you guys, im getting really annoyed at people saying that Amy Rose has gone through character development and that's why her characterisation is different and why she's very mellowed out, has no anger issues and her love of Sonic is virtually gone.

Is it, quite literally, insufferable and downright damaging in my eyes.

(Also btw i am gonna rant and be very rambley, I saw a fucking awful post on Reddit about Amy and I'm in a bad mood while writing this.)

Now, I'm gonna say this because I don't wanna make anyone upset, if you genuinely like Amy's new characterization then that's perfectly fine. THIS IS NOT A PERSONAL ATTACK ON YOU!!!!! THIS IS JUST ME CRITICISING WRITING FROM A SUBJECTIVE POINT OF VIEW!! OKAY?!?!? WE GOOD?!?! Anyways!

A character arc or character development is something that happens IN a story. It is something that DOESN'T happen OUTSIDE of a story.

HOWEVER!!!! If a character does go through change outside of a story and comes back then it's up to the writers to properly explain WHY a character has changed.

The issue with Amy is that they DON'T EXPLAIN WHY SHES CHANGED SO MUCH BETWEEN LOST WORLD, FORCES AND FRONTIERS!!!! And no, a fucking character profile on a website doesn't count too. That's a cop out and you know it. And an Eggman memo that is completely optional is not enough either, Sonic Frontiers had MULTIPLE HOURS FOCUSED ON AMY AND THEY SPENT NO TIME EXPLAINING IT!

You cannot have a character act a certain way and then change it willy nilly without properly explaining why. It's like if let's say Callie in Splatoon 4 suddenly had Marie's personality and they didn't elaborate on it at all. And some random sunken scroll said "Callie has grown up quite a lot."

A lot of the explanations that I've seen online border down to headcanons not supported enough in the universe and like, here's the thing, you can have your own headcanons and stuff, its fine to have them of course, but to basically force them down and get upset at others for criticising Amy's modern characterisation is just unhealthy behaviour man. It's truly unhealthy.

And i think what's really made me fucking mad is that they are taking this modern version of Amy and retroactively applying to old stories like Generations. And that shit boils my blood, why rewrite history? Why try to hide what the character was like? IF YOU'RE TRYING TO SHOW THAT AMY HAS GONE THROUGH CHARACTER CHANGE THEN WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU REWRITE A PREVIOUS STORY?!?!?!?!?!?! WHY?!?!?!?! THAT'S IDIOTIC ON SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO MANY LEVELS!!!!!

WHY ARE YOU TRYING TO MAKE AMY'S LOVE AND ADMIRATION FOR SONIC HIDDEN AND LIKE A HIDDEN CRUSH?!?!?! WHY IS AMY LIKE THIS NOW?!?!?! EXPLAIN!

"They are just trying to give her depth!! Instead of just making her an obsessed abusive stalker!" What depth? Explain to me what depth does Amy have? What hopes and wishes and fears does Amy have in Frontiers? What's her hobbies? Her interests? Her wants? Her needs? She wants to do what exactly? Share love with the world? How? Give flowers? Help the homeless? Like... WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN?!?!?!?!

At least with Sonic he's a flat character, he's allowed to have no strong goals or change because the whole point of Sonic is that he is the spark to change OTHERS! Shara, Merlina, the list goes on, he is the one who inspires change, he can get away with not changing. But Amy? If you said that they changed then WHY DID THEY CHANGE?!!? WHY DID AMY CHANGE THEN?! GO ON! EXPLAIN IT TO ME!!

I fucking hate the notion that Amy was this absolute monster who wanted to assault Sonic and force him into marriage. Have you fucking replayed Sonic Adventure 1 and 2 recently? Have you played through the games with the original Japanese dialogue? Or are you letting fan animations from 2009 cloud your judgement? Amy has a crush on Sonic, she's inspired by him, it's a fangirl sort of love towards him. Hell she says that Sonic and her are tied together by fate in a non romantic fashion in CD and Heroes.

Amy follows Sonic because not only does she have a simple childish crush for Sonic, but also because she thinks they are tied somehow by fate, Sonic inspires Amy, Amy loves Sonic on various levels. She wants to impress him and show just how capable she is.

Amy in Adventure 1 just wants excitement and thrill, she goes with Sonic in her story because she wants to protect a bird, not because she's lusting after him like some believe was the case. She was just really damn bored and saw an opportunity for adventure.

Amy in Adventure 2 tags along because again, she likes thrill and adventure, she wants excitement and Sonic is always in dangerous stuff, so she tags along.

Plus AMY'S MOST ICONIC MOMENTS IN THOSE TWO GAMES ARE HER BEING A VITAL PART IN INSPIRING CHANGE IN OTHERS!

JUST LIKE HER HERO SONIC!!!! IT GOES FULL CIRCLE FROM SONIC CD TO ADVENTURE!!!!!!

I really do want y'all to rewatch these cutscenes with retranslation mods, trust me, they are more emotional than you realize and it proves that Amy in the 2000s was more than you think she was. She was never an abusive or malicious person towards anyone. She never tried to force Sonic into anything fucked up and had a playful back and forth with him, especially in the Japanese versions where all mentions of marriage and shit is gone.

Unlike in Frontiers, where their banter was non-existent, and the most interesting it got is when Amy snapped at Sonic for not helping the Koco.

And if you fucking bring up the god damn "Sonic, this time there's no way out of marrying me!" line dude, listen, imma need you to shut the fuck up.

First, the line from the original Japanese release is less forceful sounding and more playful.

Second, if you genuinely count this as abuse or sexual assault then you need to get the fuck out. I've actually seen people say that Amy assaults Sonic and does all this bad shit to him. Buddy, my brother in Christ.

THEY ARE CARTOON CHARACTERS DESIGNED FOR ALL AUDIENCES! THEY ARE NOT MEANT TO REFLECT HOW ACTUAL PEOPLE ACT AND BEHAVE! THEY HAVE EXAGGERATED PERSONALITIES AND TRAITS! IT IS MEANT TO BE A FUNNY THING FOR KIDS TO GO "ewww" AT! DO YOU NOT KNOW HOW TONE WORKS?!?!?! WHY ARE YOU TAKING THE WORDS OF A TEEN PINK HEDGEHOG SO SERIOUSLY?! SONIC HEROES TONE IS MEANT TO BE VERY LIGHTHEARTED!

Why the fuck would you look at Amy trying to beat up Sonic in Sonic Riders after he risked her life AS ACTUAL ASSUALT AND GO "omg Amy is so mean and abusive! They need to change her character!!" SHE ALMOST FUCKING DIED!!! SHE WOULD BE MAD AT SONIC AND WANNA HURT HIM OUT OF ANGER!!! HELLO?!?!

Name me a cool character moment that Amy had in Frontiers. Go on, do it. Because i can't think of any. Aside from her talking shit towards Sage.

Look, if you found Amy annoying in the older games, i get it, but i swear to god your mind will change immediately if you play through the older titles with retranslated dialogue. The old English translation for these games were hot garbage and created a huge amount of misconceptions about how the characters actually act. It's better nowadays thankfully but there's still issues like Frontiers having drastically different dialogue and Amy apparently maintaining the same old dialogue she had in Generations for the remaster. So the new dialogue made by Ian Flynn was not applied to the Japanese version, APPARENTLY! I'M NOT SURE ON THAT! I NEED SOMEONE TO DOUBLE CHECK THAT FOR ME!

And speaking of Ian Flynn, i don't know if it's his fault or not for Amy's new characterization. I think Amy changed due to Sega and Sonic Team receiving poor faithed criticism that "Amy is too annoying! She's so obsessive and angry!" and so now all media with Amy is trying to unify into this neutral and boring personality, and Ian Flynn was probably guided to make Amy act a certain way by them.

I do think that the hate Ian Flynn gets is a bit too much, like sure sometimes his dialogue and the way he handles themes is a bit.... shite. (Seriously what was the theme of Frontier's story? Cause even i don't know. "Without the time stones??" haunts my dreams every night...) But after Shadow Generations and with the right team, i know that man can cook, i don't put the blame on him. Writers don't have as much freedom as you guys think... People check the stuff they have written, that shit has to be approved and changes must be done if the higher ups don't like it.

I wanna conclude by saying this, if there was a story or sub-plot in a Sonic game where Amy learns to reflect on past actions and go "you know maybe i was a little crazy towards Sonic, i should try to just be a great friend towards him instead!" I wouldn't mind that. I would enjoy it probably.

But you gotta fucking SHOW the character change for me to care about the new characterisation, otherwise I'm gonna see it as forced and damaging towards Amy as a character. What is one of the biggest things in storytelling?

SHOW! DONT TELL!

(Note: show dont tell isn't a hard stuck thing btw. It's more so "if you can show instead of telling it, do it instead.")

Im kinda fucking sick of the overly toxic positivity mindset that's been going on with the Sonic community. It feels like walking around eggshells and you can't voice ANY criticisms at all. Sure are there lots of bad takes and harsh shit towards the games and media that it doesn't really deserve? Absolutely! I can name you plenty of high and mighty pricks in the community that give off vague criticism and are cunts about it, but for the love of God, if someone doesn't like the current characterisation of a character, don't fucking bully them for God sake. Don't restrict their takes, don't belittle them and think they are dumb. I have said some harsh things but I'm just genuinely frustrated with the community as a whole.

Guys, communities should not be a hivemind okay? That shit is boring and doesn't create for interesting discussions on what the series can improve on. If someone doesn't like the current model of Sonic for example but you do? That's fine. It's okay.

They have their own take, you have your own take. I'm not gonna call another person a moron for liking the current Amy we have. I know plenty of people who like the current Amy and I've seen what Amy in Frontiers has done to people. I know of people who now like Amy thanks to her recent appearances, and you know what? That's a good thing!!!!

But... I kinda wish they fell in love with the rose with thorns, the woman who reflected the values of her hero she admired, the one who helped Gamma and Shadow. I want them to fall in love with her. You know?

[concook20]

Wild Kratts New Backstory And Headcanons! (Crew)

I'm gonna redo backstory and their headcanons, I did do one before, but with new ideas and potential, I decided to redo my previous headcanons!

Up first is Crew, since I came up with the creature power suit design too, and I wanted you guys to check it out!

Full Name: Martin William Kratt

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Pansexual

Birthday: December 23rd

Zodiac Sign: Capricorn

Job Application: Animal Rescuer/Artist (Side Job)

Relationship:

Chris: Best Friend Ever!/Brother

Aviva: Best Friend

Koki: Best Friend Ever!/Previous Crush

JZ: Best Friend Ever!

Zach: Enemy

Khris: Moral Enemy

Donita: Enemy/Secret Past Relationship

Dabio: Neutral

Gourmand: Moral Enemy

Paisley: Neutral

Rex: Neutral/Don't Mind

Vert: Extrovert

Phobia: Coulrophobia (Fear Of Clowns)

Favoritism

Color: Blue and black

Singers: Lady Gaga, Taylor Swift, Metallica, Bruno Mars, Micheal Jackson, and KISS

YouTube: Game/Film Theory, Nick Crowley, and Markiplier

Animal: Falcon

Hobbies: Artistry (Sculpting, drawing, paint, etc.), playing guitar and drums, parkour, and surfing

Past Relationships

Martin used to date 3 people back then. One was when he was 13, and even at that age, he dated a 14 year old girl, who was mean, bossy, and threw stuff at Martin, whenever he didn't want to do anything, he broke up with her when he moved. He then dated a 16 year old boy, while being 17 as well, as they broke up after the two were falling apart. When he was 21, he dated a non-binary person, who was 19, only for it to end when Martin turned 24. He had a crush on Koki during high school, but she rejected him gently and told him she likes girls, which he understood and the two still remained friends.

Headcanons

Martin started an artistry side business, where he helps kids with improving their art, selling his own art to people who like it, and drawing people like the people who draw the people in funny designs and such.

In the group of friends, Martin's, not only help keep the group together and happy, but is also the dumb one

Martin has the mouth of the sailor, which can surprise anyone.

Martin has ✨ ADHD ✨

Martin can go feral whenever something happens to the crew or family, ESPECIALLY, to Chris. So watch out! The reason why he's overprotective is that there was an incident with Chris, which made him turned against his father and vows to keep Chris safe, no matter what.

Each Valentine's day, he always watches Pedro Pascal edits.

Martin is in therapy to control his anger issues and his anxiety.

Martin gives me Narrator, from the Boys vibes, prove me wrong!

Martin makes stupid dad jokes, no matter how much people hate it.

Martin used to have long hair, but he cut it short after his hair got pulled a couple of times.

Martin gets to have his Christmas early, since his birthday was a couple of days earlier, and it sometimes makes him annoyed.

Martin and JZ always rambled a lot to each other, to the point they, even, make jokes about making a podcast.

Martin always goes to the zoo and imitates some animal noises.

Martin does funny pranks, they're tamed and funny, but still, the crew could be annoyed by it.

When he wakes up, he has a Sam Elliott's voice, like deep and almost sounded western.

Martin is a love expert, and even if he's dumb sometimes, he's also an amazing lover and partner, since he'll never forget how long you dated or your favorite flowers.

Martin has a fear of clowns, the reason why is because when he was 3, he and his mom went to the circus. He enjoyed the show, but he needed to use the bathroom and left, without informing his mother, but as he went to find the bathroom, a clown saw and followed him. Martin noticed, and got scared as the clown tried to take him and pull him into a room. He panicked, screamed, cried, and tried to pull away, before his mother saw and yelled at the guy, as he ran off, turned out that guy didn't work at the circus, as he tried to kidnap boys for his own sick dreams.

Full Name: Christopher Fredrick James Kratt

Age: 22

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Bisexual

Birthday: July 19

Zodiac Sign: Cancer

Job Application: Animal Rescuer/Low-class Singer (Side Job)

Relationship:

Martin: Best Friend Ever!/Brother

Aviva: Best Friend Ever!

Koki: Best Friend

JZ: Best Friend Ever!

Zach: Secret Friend/Crush

Khris: Neutral/Don't Mind

Donita: Enemy

Dabio: Neutral

Gourmand: Enemy

Paisley: Neutral

Rex: Neutral

Vert: Ambivert, Mostly Extrovert

Phobia: Nyctophobia (Fear Of Darkness)

Favoritism:

Color: Green and black

Singers: NF, Melanie Martinez, Bruno Mars, Rihanna and Nico Collins

YouTube: Game/Film/Food Theory, Nick Crowley, Sam and Colby, and Coryxkenshin

Animal: Cheetah

Hobbies: Reading, trees and rock climbing, archery, and singing.

Past Relationships

Chris hasn't been in the dating game, though, he did date someone back then. The girl was a popular cheerleader at high school, when Chris was 16 and a nerd back then, but she embarrassed Chris during high school for being a nerd and embarrassingly clumsy or shy. Chris was humiliated, but he turned it to determination as he worked out, changed his outfits, and felt confident... While being insecure.

Headcanons

Before Chris wanted to do animal rescuing, he used like singing. He has an amazing voice, but he never sings in front of anyone, even Martin, but when he's alone, he sings to music he listens to.

In the friend group, Chris is the same thing as Martin, but he's smart enough to behave... Sometimes.

Chris loves his brother Martin, but the one thing he doesn't like is him being over protective, it makes him smothered, annoyed, and jealous how Martin can do anything, while Chris has to 'be careful', but Martin doesn't know, cause Chris doesn't wanna hurt his feelings, so he keeps it pent up.

Chris has ✨ Autism ✨

Even if Chris dated a beautiful girl, he has a huge crush for goths.

On his birthday, he collects rocks that are left on his window, making him confused, but keeps anyways cause they're pretty.

Chris knows 2 languages, German and Spanish.

Chris is a picky eater, he has certain tastes he hates like olives, pickles, burgers, mustard, etc. And mostly a health nut.

Chris is a romantic person but they hide it very well, after getting humiliated, and if he shows it, he's very clumsy, when doing so.

Chris is the #1 hater of Martin's jokes.

Chris is an insomniac, which he hates to be.

The brothers will eat a pepper, but Chris wouldn't feel it, even when his brother is dying.

Chris was kidnapped for ransom when he was 16, while his father forced him to go to the store to get some food for the family. His father wasn't even going to pay the kidnappers the ransom money, since he is very greedy and he thinks its punishment for being bisexual... He was found a couple of weeks later, traumatized and scared of the dark.

Backstory

Martin and Chris were both brothers in the Kratt Family, with their parents names being Linda and William Kratt and they have twin young sisters, named Christine and Susan, who were 18. Their parents got into a divorce, when Linda found out William cheated on her, and the siblings got to choose where to stay, where Susan and the brothers chose to stay with their mother in Canada.

Chris's relationship with his parents is half good and bad, good is his mother, who loves him, cares for him, and even supported him when he came out as bisexual, however, his father is distant, cruel to both brothers, tries to force sexism and his business job into them, and homophobic, where he outright hates Chris for being bisexual, making Chris heartbroken, as he was a daddy's boy.

Martin's relationship was like Chris's, only with him being a mama's boy and he despised his father, when he was 19 years old and Chris went missing. After he found out his dad literally sent Chris to he captured and wasn't going to pay his brothers freedom, he let out all of his anger and went feral, to the point he left his father bruised, bloody, and scared. He hated him ever since, and never even went into contact with him after he took Wild Kratt's idea and made it real.

The brothers love for the sisters is like the parents, where the two love Susan, who adores them, and sees Martin as a father figure, and supports Chris, even buying him a pride flag. However, they don't like Christine that much, since she's a total daddy's girl, where Martin felt bad for Christine for liking the man, and Chris is jealous of Christine for her getting the love while he can't.

Martin wanted to save animals when he was young, after watching an animal show, where there are bad people who take good and wonderful creatures and hurt them for their own selfish needs, so he vows to save any animals, be it pets, birds, rodents, even some insects. His father thinks it's dumb, while most people don't like Martin saving any animals, but his mother, sister, and Chris supports this idea, even with Chris joining in, and that actually helps Martin out to save many animals.

Martin got the idea to save animals around the world, but was hesitant to hire Chris, who begged and was excited to join, because he heard he'll have to face people who tries to hurt these sweet animals, and he's worried his brother would be hurt, but after thinking about it, and some reassurance and excitement from Chris, he, reluctantly, agreed, and thus! The Kratt Brothers created the Wild Kratts Show!

Full Name: Aviva Carmen Maria Corcovado

Age: 22

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Bisexual

Birthday: February 7th

Zodiac Sign: Aquarius

Job Application: Wild Kratts Inventor

Relationship:

Martin: Best Friend

Chris Best Friend Ever!

Koki: Best Friend Ever!/Crush

JZ: Best Friend

Zach: Moral Enemy

Khris: Neutral

Donita: Enemy

Dabio: Neutral

Gourmand: Enemy

Paisley: Neutral

Rex: Don't Mind

Vert: Ambivert

Phobia: Claustrophobia (Fear Of Closed Spaces)

Favoritism:

Colors: Purple, golden brown, and white

Singers: Taylor Swift, Rihanna, Shawn Mendes, Camilla Cabello, and Elvis Presley

YouTube: Steve Reviews, Valkyrie, and ASMR

Animal: Chinchilla

Hobbies: Yoga, jogging, gymnastics, and dancing

Past Relationships

Aviva was forced into in only one, which ended badly. Aviva dated a guy when she was 18 and heading to college, only to find out her boyfriend was a controlling, abusive cheater, who tries to keep Aviva where she lives, so he can control her, but once she left, he began to stalk and follow her, to the point she put a restraining order on him, but... He breaks it, though, she doesn't know... Yet.

Headcanons

In the group of friends, Aviva is definitely the mom friend, taking care of the group, including the brothers.

Aviva wears glasses, but she has ok visions without them, too, but mostly, she wears glasses.

Aviva is very flexible, since she used to do gymnastics when she was 7.

Aviva couldn't handle criticism, so be careful with what you say.

Aviva chews her nails when she is nervous.

Aviva cries while watching disney movies.

Without MatPats theories, Aviva knows the FNAF Lore.

Aviva hates being alone.

Like Chris, Aviva knows some languages too, like French, German, Russian, and Italian.

Aviva got a secret admirer from poems, which makes her gushy and giddy, or nervous and scared, due to her ex.

Aviva has a fear of closed spaces, because during her relationship with her abusive boyfriend, he got angry and shoved her into a crate, locked her in, and buried her alive. She was panicking, scared as this didn't happen to her before, until a few hours after her panicking, Aviva's sister came to visit and let her out, worried. That's when they broke up and she hates closed spaces.

Backstory

Aviva has a mother, named Imelda, sister, named Tia, step father, named Eduardo, and step brother, named Roman. She has a father, named Carlos, who was an inventor and shown Aviva his greatest invention, even making suits for people whenever he needs. But he died, when she was 3 and her sister was 2, from a car crash, she missed him deeply, to the point she wanted to follow his footsteps of being an inventor.

She loves her mom and sister dearly, while they love and care for her, even supporting her dreams of being an inventor. She doesn't like her step dad and brother, however, as they're sexist jerks, trying to make Aviva give up on her dream, even setting her up with her ex. She hates them, but used their rudeness and sexist remarks as fuel for her determination, as she began to go to college and get a job at the Wild Kratts.

Full Name: Brianna 'Koki' Lawrence Thompson

Age: 23

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Lesbian

Birthday: November 13th

Zodiac Sign: Scorpio

Job Application: Wild Kratts Technician

Relationship:

Martin: Best Friend Ever!

Chris: Best Friend

Aviva: Best Friend Ever!/Crush!

JZ: Best Friend

Zach: Enemy

Khris: Enemy

Donita: Moral Enemy

Dabio: Neutral

Gourmand: Enemy

Paisley: Neutral

Rex: Neutral

Vert: Ambivert, Mostly Introvert

Phobia: Hemophobia (Fear Of Blood)

Favoritism:

Color: Red, yellow, and pink

Singers: Rihanna, Taylor Swift, P!NK, and Nicki Minaj

YouTube: ASMR

Animal: Snowy owl

Hobbies: Meditation or relaxing, cosplaying, acting (musical and plays), and working out

Past Relationships

Koki used to date a couple of girls in college, it didn't end well, as the first girl was straight and pretended to date Koki for a place to stay, while cheating on Koki with a guy she was with before. The second relationship was a bet-like relationship, like the person bet they can date that person for a while. Well Koki began to close off on love in general, until she met Aviva and began to fall for her.

Martin did confess his feelings for Koki, but she rejected him for two reasons, her sexuality and her struggle with love. Martin can relate and offer to help her find love, so when he finds out she likes Aviva, he mostly helps her out by either getting them to hang out together or even leaving gifts for Aviva, as Koki gave him an ok to do so.

Headcanons

In the group of friends, Koki's the one gay emo best friend. She is closed off from everyone, but her group of friends, which is the crew.

Koki has a creature power suit like the trio, but she rarely uses the suit, unless it's absolutely necessary.

Koki enjoys wearing grunge or gothic like outfits, it makes her feel comfortable and relaxed.

Koki forgets to eat most of the time.

Koki suffers from depression, which she's getting better from with therapy.

Koki is an insomniac.

Koki instinctively cleans messes in their own house as well as other peoples.

Koki writes poems for people she likes, even Aviva, which Martin gives to Aviva in secret.

Koki eats spicy food like Chris, and sometimes, the two battle it out to see who can eat more spice... Never ends well.

When she was around 2 to 3, she got abused by her mom as she cut and hurt Koki, to the point she bleeds, making her panic more which gets her hurt more than before. She began to be nervous around blood, making her even scared of before, making her freeze up, when she sees blood.

Backstory

Like I said, she was abused by her alcoholic mother, named Brianna, who was in a divorce with her father, named Axel, who has another family with a mom, Michonne, with 2 sons and a daughter, 21 year old named Marion, 18 year old named Julian, and a 17 year old named Becca, she has a twin brother, but they got separated, due to him being sold away to another family, since her mother don't want to deal with two kids, sadly, Koki never got the chance to find him. Koki hated staying with her mom, even changing her name to Koki, since she was named after her mother, so she goes by the name her father wanted to name her instead of her mother, which was his mother's name, Koki.

After she moved out of her mom's when she was 4, she bonded with her new family. Michonne treats her like a daughter and Koki adores her like a mother, while her siblings bond with her like siblings. She was intrigued by her father's tech skills, and he taught her how to do it, since the others don't seem interested in it. After she went to college and went to join the Kratts, the family supported her, meanwhile she cut off her mother for good.

Full Name: Jimmy Zander 'JZ' Sanders

Age: 21

Gender: Transgender Male

Sexuality: Aroace

Birthday: April 23rd

Zodiac Sign: Taurus

Job Application: Pilot of the Wild Kratts

Relationship:

Martin: Best Friend Ever!

Chris: Best Friend Ever!

Aviva: Best Friend

Koki: Best Friend

Zach: Enemy

Khris: Enemy

Donita: Neutral

Dabio: Neutral

Gourmand: Moral Enemy

Paisley: Neutral

Rex: Neutral/Don't Mind

Vert: Introvert

Phobia: Astraphobia (Fear Of Thunder And Lightning)

Favoritism

Colors: Orange and teal

Singers: Billie Eilish, NF, Eminem, The Weeknd, and Melanie Martinez

YouTube: Game/Film/Food Theories, Jacksepticeye, Markiplier, H2O Delirious, Vanoss, Coryxkeshin, and Cartoonz

Animal: Raven

Hobbies: Playing video games, napping or chilling, cooking or baking, and watching YouTube.

Past Relationships

JZ didn't get into a relationship, in fact, he doesn't really think much of it, he doesn't really mind, since he has friends with the crew, who supports him, no matter what. He's just happy to be there, you know?

Headcanons

JZ was a big fan of anime, not those weird ones, like MHA, Death Note, Attack On Titans, Demon Slayer, and Spy x Family, though, no one knows, cause he doesn't wanna look weird.

In the group of friends, JZ is the quiet guy who keeps it to himself, unless someone wants to talk to him.

JZ is the baby of the group, since he's the youngest, which they care for and protect him. He doesn't mind it, but it makes him feel smothered and weak, so he sometimes thinks about sneaking off to fight bad guys like Martin and Chris.

JZ suffers from anxiety and PTSD.

JZ is in therapy most of the time, in order to control his fears.

JZ has a snack stashed hidden somewhere, where no one, not even his closest friends, even know where it is.

JZ enjoys Martin's dumb jokes, or anything dumb to laugh at.

JZ will remind others in the midst of chaos how good he's being.

JZ was banned from drinking energy drinks.

JZ plays games like Doki Doki, FNAF, and Detroit Become Humans.

JZ is a sleepwalker, and Chris and Koki know about it.

JZ has a creature power suit, but it is very, very, very, very, VERY rare to see him with one.

JZ has noise canceling headphones when he's stressed or scared when a storm comes. He uses them at night to sleep, and if he doesn't have them, he has bad dreams about his parents death and the car accident he was in as a 2 year old.

Backstory

Out of the group, JZ has the calmest backstory here, though it did start with tragedy. He had two loving parents back then, until they died in a car accident on a stormy night, as a thunder struck onto a tree and it fell, crushing the car the family was in. People got JZ out, but his parents died, when the car, immediately, exploded with the two. JZ was horrified by storms since then, as he lost his parents from it.

JZ has to move in with his grandparents, who adore and care for him. His grandmother, Wanda, began to teach him how to cook, knit, and crochet, it helps him feel relaxed and happy to spend time with her. His grandpa, Connor, told him the story of how he used to fly a plane, where JZ was inspired and began to try to save the money to go to flying school.

His grandparents did die tragically, but JZ has nowhere else to go, so he had to stay at the shelter, until he met up with Chris again, who offered him a place to stay, which was the Tortuga, and the group is finally made!

Finally! Made The Crew's New Bio! Hope You Guys Like It! Villains Are Up Next!

[marcellasdiary]

Just found you and you're absolutely hilarious honestly. Desperately need more stuff about your teen wolf dr though. I'm on the floor with my mouth dry clawing at the carpet hyperventilating begging for a drop of whatever – that kinda vibe of the request

thank you anon i deeply appreciate it. just let me know what kind of things the people want to know and i'll answer

so heres some random lore / storytimes just for you. absolutely no order to this, im literally just talking. enjoy? maybe? hopefully?

my dr follows most of the plot of the show, i changed very little other than scripting out the major deaths. i did not get involved with the supernatural or even know i was a dragon until what would’ve been towards the end of "s2" and I was fifteen years old at the time. this could be a whole post on its own but i'll say drop some of it here: stiles saw me getting too close to isaac and erica and warned me to stay away. said i had no idea what i was getting into, which, fair. but i obviously didn’t listen. and the more he was giving me vague warnings, the more nosy i got. especially with how weird he scott and allison were acting all the time (like why are you yelling at me & lydia across a classroom, just not even trying to be inconspicuous??💀). now, scott and derek knew SOMETHING was up with me, they could tell that i wasnt the kanima, but that i was something supernatural even though i wasn’t aware of it myself at the time.

fast forward, i decide im gonna figure out wtf theyre up to and so i follow scott and stiles. (stalking? technically. god forbid a girl has a hobby) and ended up following them to the police station on just the wrong night. matt broke in, had the place on lockdown, decided i’d seen too much and tried to use jackson to kill me! yay!!! well clearly that didnt work out for him. dont get me wrong i was out for a while, but instead of waking up in a hospital room i woke up in an ANIMAL CLINIC in extreme pain with wings coming out of my back and scotts boss telling me that im something that shouldn’t even exist today. what a time! #memories.

speaking of deaton, on a lighter note; he has MANY pets, and specifically i think 4 cats. one time a few yrs ago i was having a panic attack at the clinic (again, yay) and he came out of nowhere and just asked me if i liked cats. to which i was like ???yes? and then he proceeded to hand me his phone and show me pics of his till i calmed down. very sweet and very funny looking back, he lowkey ipad babied me and that was my cocomelon.

the teen wolf only child epidemic is only partly real in my dr. i posted something the other day about how erica has a younger sister named maxine who looks a lot like max from ginny & georgia, but heres some other people with siblings that aren't "canon" that i can think of right now; mason has the biggest family out of anyone. he has like, 6 siblings i think?? the only ones i know are his two little sisters. their twins, and i think like seven years old atp. they are soooo cute. the rest of his siblings are all older and moved away so i've never met them or maybe have like once. nolan also has a little sister, and corey has an older brother.

me and malia have always been cordial and friends but we didn't know how similar we are until recently and idk how we didnt realize sooner. our families are pretty equally complicated. we are both adopted and raised by single fathers. both of us have crazy birth fathers who SHARED A ROOM in eichen for a short time?? (didnt even know this until fairly recently) and we both have a parent who tried to kill us at some point! thank u desert wolf thank u alexandre lovell for the bonding material. malia tate it seems i've become quite fond of you there are no sexual urges or desires you come to me as a friend i once picked apples with in papas orchid.

the best way i can describe her and theos dynamic nowadays is that they remind me of this video. thats all.

lets talk about junior yr. derek somehow ended up in mexico and now we have to go get him. cool, most normal day in beacon hills. are we gonna get plane tickets and fly like normal people? oh absolutely not, where would we even get the money for that. so what are we gonna do? drive 40+ hours in a few cars.

this was truly a nightmare (it was lowkey fun). being stuck in stiles stilinskis jeep for that long may be a dream for some, but not for me im afraid. especially when its 90 degrees and his air conditioning gives out half way through your trip and youre crammed between two people in the backseat. i may be resistant to the heat myself but i am not resistant to other people SWEATING!!! i was sitting between isaac and kira, we didnt know kira that well atp. but we definitely were well acquainted by the end of the trip. a lot of it was spent having very serious 8ball & uno games on imsg, and me and isaac trying our best to piss off stiles while kira laughed (maybe uncomfortablely). good times. but seriously whoever’s idea it was for us to sleep in the car / camp outside instead of just going to cheap motels or something. i am still holding a grudge against them.

i feel like someone is always just in the living room of me and theos apartment. neither of us even question it at this point. it started by me giving liam a key while i was moving in (hes my brother in my dr), and then sofia asked for one so i gave her and nolan one (they are my.. in werewolf terms.. gulp. betas of sorts, if you will. EW!!!) i will talk more about sofia here someday. but anyway, i guess they all decided our place is the new hang out spot. at first me and theo were like can you guys idk maybe get out of here?? but like i said honestly at this point ive given up. if you cant beat em join em.

now, why not use dereks empty loft upstairs or go to scotts house where alec is literally living to hang out? i dont know, but oh well. i say stay but dont eat my food and leave when i want to go to sleep. might start asking them for rent money.

ok ill talk about my j*b. me and isaac have a…. p*dcast. I KNOW. WE ARE SO ANNOYING. think peak emergency intercom when they were funny and actually cared about their job. thats our vibe. and i stole the name from here, classic shifter move what can i say. so in a way this dr is basically a niche fame dr as well.

i'd been making youtube videos here and there since i was like 12 and he started posting on tiktok the second it was a thing. we both gained somewhat of a following on our own accounts before we even met and then started the podcast in 2023. does any of our following know that we spent a good i'd say 80% of the time outside social media fighting for our lives in high school? no. and i'd like to keep it that way. thank you magical scripting. however despite my career, I REFUSE TO EVER MOVE TO LA!!!! they cannot convince me to move to that evil place. i'll take my supernaturally cursed town instead. erica also is an influencer in my dr but shes more of a model (as she should be) than a content creator like me and isaac.

on the topic, yes, watching edits of yourself is literally so fun, it is a bit narcissistic but what can i say you would do it too. and its so funny the way people act when they see theo in the background of one of my videos or tiktoks. got ppl acting like its a bigfoot sighting.

that is all for now.. but like i said, ask and you will receive 🙏 i will try to put aside my gatekeeping tendencies

[are-you-fucking-with-me-rn]

okay so I always wanted to work on a show soundtrack so here's some songs I would put in s2 because since its probably maybe not gonna happen these can be canon in my head

Stupid Cupid by Connie Francis - okay so imagine if you will. The episode starts out jarring, maybe some payneland smooching out of nowhere, makes you go back to the last episode thinking you missed a scene. But then Edwin opens his eyes, he's lying on the ground or something, and is immediately thrust into the middle of a fight scene(this is where the song starts playing). He had just been temporarily knocked out and had some dream sequence or something idk. The fight scene is in a fancy restaurant or smth and it's close to Valentine's day and it's all decorated with hearts and stuff. This song is diegetic, playing in the restaurant.

Flaws by Bastille - I'd probably put it during end credits/end of the episode. It feels very transitional to me. It's a song on the Charles playlist so of course it's gonna play after a scene with Charles heavy lore or something. Maybe Charles's dad dies, and the song starts at the beginning of the funeral scenes. Then, long after everyone's already left, Charles goes and stands in front of the gravestone and his mom is just there kneeling in the grass in front of him and doesn't know he's there and yeah. It's like, the start of Charles's Actually-finding-peace-and-confronting-trauma arc or smth.

Girls on Film by Duran Duran - good for a montage of like Crystal adjusting to having rich, showy parents. She thinks maybe if she helps them out with their big projects, which she assumes the old her didn't do, maybe they'll start seeing her and caring about her like parents should. Going to grand openings and being photographed/interviewed, being in the public sphere all the sudden. Crystal's overcompensating for being a major jerk in her past life and is now bending over backwards to be nice to everyone (which, from experience, isn't exactly healthy either)(aka she's gone the "obsess-over-being-good-enough" route that Charles's gone down)(yikes).

The Killing Moon by Echo and the Bunnymen - I honestly have no vivid images for this one. I just like the song, I think it matches the mood of the show. Maybe something about Crystal and David? A final confrontation? Cus I saw someone (I'm sorry I forgot who) say they thought it would be interesting if Crystal's powers get "contaminated" by David cus he's still buried by the tree. So like a final standoff.

Swan Upon Leda by Hozier OR Eurydice by Eugénie - I think s2 would be more about Charles' journey the way s1 was more about Edwin BUT i'm also curious about Edwin's life. Something happens where Edwin maybe ends up at his old house, or relives his memories and it's all in slow motions and more calm than Charles's in ep4. They're not all bad, but Edwin was different and outcasted and the likes. George Rexstrew said himself that he thought Swan Upon Leda described Edwin really well, but also Eurydice gives off a sort of melancholy floatiness that fits with a boy 100+ years dead reliving an upbringing that now seems to foreign to him, and yet is ingrained in every part of himself.

Since listening to music is my #1 hobby, I will probably find more songs down the line and add on, but this is what I got for now.

[nso-csi]

231117 Weverse live (eng sub)

Taemin says that it snowed for the first time this year in korea today and asked if his manager saw it. he says that the scarf was gifted by the brand itself and he was thanking the brand for this scarf. cr.

I'm going to the airport because I have a schedule in Thailand. Even tho I left early, there's a lot of traffic because people are getting off work. Today's also friday! I envy the people getting off work, treat yourselves well~ I woke up today and worked out and had a meeting regarding the concert and left for the airport. I've been pretty busy lately. cr.

I might sound full of myself, but rather than fixed variety shows, I want to do youtube content, like uploading song/dance covers. cr.

Taemin: I don't even know if they'll invite me over to variety shows however rather thanwanting to become a regular on variety shows, I want something that actually suits me? something like youtube content or sth relating to dance? cr.

Fans: You don't have any vacation? aren't you tired? Taemin: I don't think I have any vacation for this year, I've really been working hard (without rest) this year~ cr.

Taemin reading a comment: no holiday this year? I won't have holidays this year til the end of year. cr.

Taemin: can you all write how old you are? I am curious.. I am really curious.. because it seems like I'm the only one speaking in honorific?? no one apart from me speak formally?? Every one is younger but no one calls me oppa, everyone was like 'taemin-ah' but of course i know t's because the fans want to feel closer to me that's why they don't speak with honorifics cr.

Taemin: what's funny is everyone talks to me casually even those younger than me 6"6 no one even says oppa to me 6^6 I was joking you can talk to me casually~ some people get mischievous because I said so I was joking! cr.

Alcohol? it's been so long since i drank. When was the last time? I'm not drinking recently, maybe I lost interest. cr.

Taemin said it's been a while since he drink alcohol and said the last time he drank was during the live in Japan cr.

I'm so thankful that so many people did the guilty challenge with me. i was worried that they might feel embarrassed/scold me but everyone did show their abs, so i was very relieved. cr.

Fortunately there are a lot of people that recognize me as an artist. i'm determined to walk my own path. cr.

Everyone's asking me to take care of them, tbh i can't take care of myself. cr.

People who exercise regularly always show up. Like Minho is everywhere. He probably does ab workouts in his sleep and showers while flexing his abs and when he picks up stuff he picks them up in a squat position. I think it's really cool that people can exercise routinely like that. I would rather live without abs and be able to eat whatever i want. During the concert i should show you my abs~ 6v6 shooting content with minho hyung would be fun. there's two types of people who exercise: those who enjoy working out, and those who whine and complain. i'm the second type 6v6. cr.

Taemin: Minho hyung must work out even sleeping n even taking a shower 😆 he has such healthy hobbies so cool~ but shall we just have drinks? let's give up let's eat what we want this life~! there are 2 types of people one working out happily the other doing it whining i'm the latter cr.

I know how hard the SM staff works, so I don't want to talk bad about SM. But there are times when I don't understand the decisions made by (upper management). even if I were to have an ordinary job, I'd be bound to have some sort of complaints. cr.

Everyone is working hard to make something great. "Euisoo hyung make lots of money" I think our company's salary isn't that high. But everyone works with so much passion. It's a company where you make little money but you work a lot. and i know how hard our fans support us. Everyone always talks about how shinee/taemin fans are so amazing and beautiful! Some people enter the company and run away because the reality didn't match their expectations. So the people who stay behind work hard. The company is expanding but there's no money, so i don't understand how it's getting bigger LOL What I want to say is everyone is working hard, so please know that. There are people who work hard behind the scenes. That's right, raise the salary of our staffs! We have the deepest history among entertainment agencies in korea, so raise our salaries to match our reputation! 6v6 cr.

[decaflondonfog]

writerly ephemera

a few years back my darling friend @the-starryknight started a tag game inspired by a chat we had in a writing server regarding all the little personal details we add to our art. humans hold so many things close to their hearts without even realising, memories, artefacts, places, turns of phrase... lots of precious little bits and bobs i adore! recently i had a chat with the lovely @billdenbrough about the familiar fear of putting a little too much of yourself into a character — when do you cross the self-insert line? but also, aren’t these the things that make our characters human? which got me thinking about starry's tag game. so i've decided to bring it back! here's how we're doing it:

✨ share some bits little bits of you, easter eggs, memories, etc. you have left scattered in your fics or art. if you fancy it, tag a pal. ✨

i apologise in advance for the ridiculous amount of yapping you’re about to read aaaand here are some silly little mari-isms i’ve let bleed into my writing:

🏡 "The house is a ridiculous thing that could easily sleep a whole Exy team, but when Kevin questions it, all Andrew does is shrug and say, “This wasn’t exactly planned, it’s the best I could find with the time I had.”"

geometric equilibrium has a few mari-isms in it. abby's house is based on my friend emma's house too but this feels the most relevant: the house in Asheville is based on a place i stayed in a couple of years ago! the real life one isn't in Asheville, though it is in NC. i spent a really happy week there with friends and it just popped into my head when i was writing this fic. the setup of the rooms (kevin's and andreil's being across the landing from each other) was useful for what i want to write (as well as the bathroom placement!) so i just ran with it.

🪩 “…the faded band t-shirt two sizes too big that the redhead has tucked into a leather mini skirt. Instead of the usual pair of boots, Neil’s wearing a pair of platform sneakers in black and white.”

ahhhhh kaleidoscope :’) the fic where i genderbent all the monsters and then turned neil into my wee dress up doll! all of neil’s outfits were based on stuff i own and this particular one was a fave during my clubbing days. the only thing i didn’t own when i wrote this fic were the black and white trainers which i now own hahaha

🛁 “Bitty cuts himself a generous slice of pie and eats it in the bath.”

i haven’t lived in a house with a bath for three years and i miss it dearly. i used to have pudding and booze in the bath on hard days and it was super therapeutic — honestly i was just living vicariously through bitty in growing pains

🌸 “There, in the corner, not covered by the laundry that Kevin didn’t put away, is a vintage armchair (…) It’s pink, with old, spoiled velvet, and half of the fringes at the bottom of the chair missing.��

approximately eight years ago i walked past an antique shop and fell in love with a pink velvet toad chair with a wee fringe at the bottom. i didn’t think i could afford it but told my partner i was going to try and convince the shop to let me rent it for a photoshoot. i got home after work one day and my partner had bought it for me 🥹 that chair has now been with us in four houses across three countries and used to be one of my late dog’s favourite nap spots. (the fact that i let kandrew desecrate the chair completely in do not disturb the cats was… a choice lmaooooo)

🪡 “Jean comes back to California after five weeks with the Foxes with his hair slightly too long and falling into his eyes, a smattering of fresh freckles over the bridge of his nose, and a new hobby.”

oh this might just be my favourite! when i saw @alcego’s prompt for t&n last year i kneeeeew it had to be mine. giving my Sad Wet Cat blorbo all of my craft hobbies? what a delight! the best part is that out of all the crafts i made him try in transferable skills, book binding (arguably the main one) is the one i never tried

does anyone want to share? i'll pass this along to the folks tagged above and also @vykio @rwnjun @storiesnstardust @greenautumnleaves @djhedy @thetrojeans @seasy33 @nanatsuyu and @sillyunicorn ❣️

[michimonie]

I don't know, maybe it seemed to me, but for some reason Scrooge McDuck interacts with Daisy even better than with Donald sometimes... In old and modern stories, there are many examples of their friendship, and even confrontation, because of many things, such as Donald. Maybe McDuck sees something yours in her?

I can see that. There have been quite a few times where, for some reason or another, Daisy either has to prove herself or just accidentally does something amazing. A comic I was reading again recently was Uncle Scrooge IDW #39, where Daisy basically takes Donald's place in the adventure.

One part of that might come from the fact that (and people can totally correct me if I'm wrong) a lot of what Donald does goes unseen (PK, Double Duck, etc...) and the stuff that Scrooge does end up seeing isn't a lot compared to how much he thinks his nephew is "lazing around."

In contrast, (from what I've seen) Daisy, tends to have a more "go-getter" attitude, and often encounters Scrooge either through work or while planning something. She tends to have something going on or a goal in mind.

For a visual example, here's a possible idea of what Scrooge sees:

Graphs showing Scrooge thinking of Daisy as someone who works a lot, and Donald as someone who rests often.

Meanwhile, the reality is probably more like this:

Graphs now showing Family, Other (superhero, spy, hobbies, etc...), Work, and Rest. A more balanced schedule than before.

Definitely take my little doodle graphs with a metaphorical grain a salt, but I can see this being a big problem.

There are comics I wanted to mention, but couldn't find. They also showcase skills he probably sees often in Daisy:

One comic with Daisy chasing Scrooge across the globe, finding him no matter where he went and saving him from trouble, all so she could have the right to write his biography.

Another story featured scrooge going missing for a day so Daisy took over. When he was found in a chute and rescued, he saw what "terrible" decisions she had made, only to find moments later (through her added thoughts) that the decisions were making him more cash than ever. He was so impressed that he decided to keep her close (for fear that she might take his job someday!)

(If someone knows where to find these, or the titles, feel free to comment or reblog them!)

Whether Donald can do these things or not, he doesn't really have any reason or desire, so Scrooge never sees it happen.

I would also like to add that, while Donald is highly capable, it seems like he complains a lot more than Daisy, which could (unfortunately) give off a more "unwilling" or "lazy" feeling/vibe. For instance, the comic in the beginning of this post has Daisy in a whole adventure and I believe she doesn't complain even once (sassy, sure, but no complaints). In fact, she spends a good amount of that adventure excited.

Sorry for the longer answer! There's a lot to be said about this subject, and this is probably as much as I can add. If anyone else has thoughts or related comics to add, feel free to add to this. (I'm still pretty new to Disney Ducks)

[nerogurl]

Hey! I saw your page n i was genuinely sooo geeked i love f&h and have lowk been wishing someone had matchups open for them. Thank you SOO much in advance!

 

I’m 20 years old so anyone that age or older would be awesomeee. My pronouns are He/She and I’m into guys, if possible could I get a character from both games? If not, do whatever you feel likee!!

Personality wise, I consider myself chill and super easy to talk to. I can easily be pulled out of my shell and talk to you like you’re a good friend, even if we’re just meeting. I have a strong sense of humor, my humor consists of banter and keeping a bit going, I also like jabs and I think that making whoever I’m joking around with look like an asshole is funny.  I’m a big shit talker too. I lack empathy just a bit. I still try my best to console, but I either don’t really understand it or…… care. I’ll come to the situation with logic and a level head, but if I’m upset, then it’s almost the end of the world (I’m dramatic and sensitive even if I don’t seem like it outwardly).  I’m usually really laid back but I have my moments of being weird or awkward, it usually manifests in awkward tics like obsessively adjusting my glasses or touching the bridge of my nose while I’m talking or after. I’m incredibly opinionated and I like to be outspoken on what I believe.

For likes and dislikes uhmm… I like stuff like cats, piercings… Ironically enough I don’t really like sweets despite working at a bakery, I definitely favor savory food. I don’t like people who lack manners and I hate embarrassing situations- I get second hand embarrassment soo bad like I have to leave the room if something embarrassing is happening, despite this ironically weird and embarrassing to embarrass people around me is sooo funny to me, I just like fucking with people.

I’m not picky with partners, I’d say the biggest thing I want from a partner is someone who can communicate. I’m patient for the most part but if you can’t just talk to me I’m gonna like blow a gasket.  I also would need someone who’s touchy-feely, maybe not affection wise, but I'm very hands-on; smacking them whenever I'm laughing too hard or if I’m shocked, smacking them on tha butt, sorrryyy! I would say my love language isn’t exactly physical affection as I don’t really care for stuff like hugs but I’m just a touchy person… I would consider my love language to be gift giving however, I love giving and receiving, I also love words of affirmation but I admittedly am quick to embarrass when it comes to ANY type of affection

For hobbies and stuff, I love art. Drawing is my biggest hobby, and it has been for years and years…! I'm also really into listening to music, mainly rock and metal. I also luuv smoking (not cigarettes eww), but I don’t do it alot, baking/cooking is nice toooo. I really like napping too- it’s probably not an actual hobby I guess… to me it’s a damn sport I sleep with a fucking sleeping mask bro……… a little embarrassing but hay..

I lean towards being feminine, I.e longer hair with bangs and stuff. I’m really particular about my hair, not that I want it to look nice and clean, it needs to be purposefully messy. I love piercings, I have an eyebrow, septum, and navel. I don't really dress up.. Comfortability > Fashion.

Again, thank you SOOO MUUCH have an awesome day/night <3

Right in time before 2025, here's a New Years gift from me to you!

First up, we have Enki. I think it's an important distinction to make that you mentioned that you wait *after* you've starting the relationship, that you get touchy and like to tease people. When Enki has low mind in the party, Rag teases him concerning his Dark Priest status over that he would so easily give into the darkness. Instead of anger, for the first and only time in-game we see Enki genuinely amused.

Touching Enki without permission is a good way to get a Hurting to the face. His unfamiliarity with intimacy is what can spell his undoing, found to have become an abominal marriage in hard mode. But just like how he accepts the teasing from someone he's formed a bond with, he cops your handsy touch with the same attitude of a bickering old married couple; grumbling over how insufferable you are as he squeezes you back. 

He wouldn't want someone too involved, as he would assume that he was being used for his magic. Much like how he does in the game, he becomes enraged if you try to talk to him too many times. Your initial laidback attitude helps establish a bond through close proximity, while your charisma works on slowly breaching the gap, building the rappour required to lure him out of his All-mer conservative expression and biting Gro-goroth defensiveness, to release his more vulnerable Sylvian side.

The only way you can recruit Enki is if you have a Eclipse Talisman to exchange for his services. He could just kill you or exchange something for the amulet, but he creates a scenario that involves him joining the party. Out of touch with his emotions, his headspace parallel's your apathetic nature. You two share a similar way of managing conflict and resolving issues that would help you understand each other better when being vulnerable.  

Enki could relate to your career dynamic of not liking pastries but working as a baker. I imagine in a modern world he would find himself dealing with similar assumptions, having to deal with people that think because he reads that he must like fiction. If in response to talking about the occult someone asks him if he likes Harry Potter one more time it is going to trigger an unbridled homicidal rage the likes of which no one has ever seen before.

Second, we have O'ssa! O'ssa is the only canonical prankster of the cast, with him pretending to be a Dark Priest at the confessional. Once you start the teasing or play a jest, you immediately see the gears turning in his head. You would be screwing with the 'priest' by confessing to strange behaviour ('I like to drink milk after its become raw to feel the chunky texture in my mouth') to bizarre fetishes ('All-mer wants us to eat his body. Is it a sin to enjoy it too much? I mean, if you think about it, God wants to devour *our* bodies, so when I confess it's a bit like you're .... *uncomfortable prolonged eye contact through the eye-slot*..... devouring my flesh.') 'Again..... really weird.... but not a sin.' But being very easy to wind up makes it very easy to set you up in revenge. He's going to have a lot of fun concocting the most unhinged form of repentance, to make you dread the potential confrontation waiting for you, walking out of that confessional.

Humour is a form of communication, that as a social species, people naturally want that connection reciprocated. If you decide to attack him after he leaves the confessional, he replies 'I didn't realise it was this big of an insult.' Even if the exchange is just in passing, his feelings are hurt by you rejecting this connection so violently. His first instinct despite closing himself off emotionally, is to not put up a front, but to be earnest in communicating how he feels. O'ssa is good at maintaining a level head during emotionally charged conflicts. Especially valuable for aiding in deescalation and baring through the storm, he'd be capable of the reasonable discussion that you desire in a partner.

This emotional security crosses over into his love language. He shares the same attitudes as you to intimacy. He doesn't need reassurance that he's loved with platitudes like a kiss good morning or hug goodnight. However, he notes when at a discovered Slyvian circle, that he's disappointed that that's the extent of all the town has to offer, he shares your comfort for being physical where it counts. The type that wants show that they love you, gift giving fits his eccentric personality perfectly. Throw pillows, silk lien, incense, so you can relax together in luxury. 

You can draw him as a gift! Drawing is one the most admirable artistic skills you could have, in O'ssa's eyes. In the slums, he explains that he believes that there is no point in feeling sorry for the people, as they are responsible for their own lives unless you actually want to do something about it. Like dragging oneself out of hell, drawing is a skill driven by personal determination, that no privilege could teach you like practise. He respects the effort behind the craft. 

Despite what first impressions might imply, that he dislikes modern comforts, such as his distain for modern literature, this only applies to the Western society that he sees as interwoven with the All-mer faith he despises. All-mer philosophy is heavily tied to our real world counterpart, Catholicism, denouncing indulgence as sin. Meanwhile, Sylvia and Gro-goroth have no such issues. The trick is not do so in excess so you don't lose your mind, if you can recall the coin events for each cult in the first game. Sleep as much as you like. While you're napping in the afternoon, he'll gently sit nearby as to not disturb you and meditate. You can relax and he can keep an eye, so you don't lose the day to your beauty sleep. 

Tdlr; O'ssa & Enki are your matches. Overall, I think that O'ssa is your best match.

[dragon-in-a-fez]

I saw your electronic dice set and thought it was really neat! I don't know if anyone has asked you before, but how exactly did you get in to tinkering with stuff? It's always interested me, but I don't know where to begin. I finished half of a mechanical engineering degree a few years ago, but unfortunately I left before we could get into any serious machine work 💀

there are a lot of layers to that answer. as a kid I was extremely into lego and computers, took a bunch of tech classes where you'd do stuff like program a really simple video game in a week. I did some freelance web design stuff starting when I was in high school.

probably the biggest single turning point was when I was in grad school and my car's engine kind of blew up. it was an old jeep I'd had for my entire adult life and I wasn't ready to give it up, but I couldn't afford to have everything that was wrong with it fixed professionally, so I found an old pdf copy of the service manual on some weird Russian piracy site and got to fixing it up myself. I learned a lot from that experience, including not to touch active spark plugs.

a couple years later I got a job where I got to play with robots a lot, and it snowballed from there. also, the pandemic happened and I needed hobbies I could do at home lol

[kaceyonthemic]

[cis man, he/him] Welcome to Aurora Bay, [KACEY RHYNOR]! I couldn’t help but notice you look an awful lot like [MILO MANHEIM]. You must be the [TWENTY-FIVE] year old [MEDICAL RESIDENT]. Word is you’re [CUNNING] but can also be a bit [EVASIVE] and your favorite song is [MY TYPE by PALAYE ROYALE]. I also heard you’ll be staying in [OCEAN CREST APARTMENTS]. I’m sure you’ll love it!

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“I speak for the dead, and the dead say, ‘you a bitch’.”

“You cannot kill me in a way that matters.”

The Good Stuff

Listen. He’s a good boy really, he just says a lot of horrific shit. He just can’t help himself.

Was born with a heart defect that would later require a pacemaker to be placed. This was discovered during a lacrosse game where he was tackled too hard and his heart just… stopped. This incident is also what sparked his curiosity and acceptance of death. He was often asked what he saw when he “died”, what it was like. He knew people were looking for hope, for comfort, even at a young age, so he would tell them what they wanted to hear, but truth? There was nothing. There was no light, no deity waiting, just… nothing.

As he grew older and came to learn and understand the body he realized it’s because he didn't actually die and he was just, for lack of a better word, unconscious, but it still stuck with him. 

After this incident, Kacey and his parents went to opposite sides; they became more cautious of him and he became more reckless. They wouldn’t let him participate in contact sports anymore, a strict medication regimen until the physicians said he was fine, it was too much. His mother pushed choir at their church so he had something to do and could hang out with his friends. They tried to get him into sports like track or soccer but they just didn’t give him the rush he wanted. He found snowboarding after a friend invited him on a trip with his family. It was hard at first, but after the first successful run where he was flying down the mountain? He was hooked.

There was nothing quite like the high of hitting a jump, picking up speed and carving around a corner, except maybe the high he got from ecstasy, or stimulants, or starting a fight because someone else was being an asshole or starting a fight because he just felt like he’d been to tame lately. A period of time went by where his parents were sure what the fuck to do with him. His freshman year of college was a blur of too many drugs, too much drinking and a mix of bodies in and out of his bed. To say he went off the rails was an understatement.

It wasn’t until one too many rushes later he found himself in the hospital. His heart unable to keep up, his pacemaker unable to stabilize it, Kacey was in serious danger. Five adjustments, a week stay, and required bed rest later, he returned to his life with orders to take it easy. It took a lot of cardio PT, medications, and sobriety to get him close to where he was. But life is so boring sober. It’s so boring without a thrill. It’s how he found a different hobby— storytelling.

Cleared to snowboard but nothing crazy, cleared to drink occasionally his nights were no longer filled with sticky wooden floors, beer stains, and thin white lines, but files. Papers on papers, tabs filled with articles of gruesome details, some of which he only had access too because of an internship he was in at the time. Kacey started My Corpses And Me podcast. An era of true crime it was a hit and he was able to stay anonymous while still getting the thrill of mystery hunting. The podcast still has steady traction and he incorporates more educational content as well, diving into disease process, how the body works when dying, and working to de-mystify death in general. 

He graduated with honors by some miracle, an ending neither him nor his parents would’ve seen coming. Kacey was accepted early into a masters program where he started his residency in San Francisco, then transitioned to San Diego, moving to Aurora Bay after a PRN offer was received. He now works between SD PD, AB Hospital, and will travel to San Francisco to assist on stranger cases that need a second set of keen eyes and an outside the box thinker. 

The party side still exists, Kacey often wanting to push his body to the limits, the itch never fully being scratched but he tries to satisfy it with his sports. You can usually find him surfing, dancing, or making the trek from the South to the North for some good powder.

Fun Stuff Down This Way

Basics

NAME:  Kacey Rhynor NICKNAMES: K.C., Spooks McGee AGE: 25 BIRTHDAY: September 15, Virgo GENDER: Cis-Male PRONOUNS: He/Him

Physical Attributes 

FACE CLAIM: Milo Manheim HEIGHT: 6′1′‘ BUILD: Athletic FACIAL HAIR: Scruffy all the time DOMINANT HAND: Left QUIRKS: Total Mama’s boy, talks to the corpses (says it’s out of respect), leaves everybody on read, deadpanning most of the time, heart arrhythmia (requires a pacemaker)

“I think I have feelings for you… Not as strong as the feelings I have for TurboTax or snorting Adderall so it kicks in faster, but super close.”

Lifestyle

RESIDES: Aurora Bay, CA BORN: Portland, OR RAISED: Portland, OR PETS: King Charles Spaniel named Peabody COLLEGE EDUCATION: University of Washington, Forensic Sciences, UC San Fran Masters Program, Residency at San Francisco County Coroners office, Resident at San Diego Coroners Office, Resident for Aurora Bay County Coroners Office CAREER: Medical Examiner RELIGION: Jewish DRUGS: Stimulant use, recreational SMOKES: Socially ALCOHOL: Socially 

“It’s cool bro, she can do what she wants… And I think what she wants is me.”

The Rest of It

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Panromantic SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Pansexual MARTIAL STATUS: Single, never married CHILDREN: NA HOBBIES: Reading, singing, he has his Comedy True Crime podcast that he hosts out of the Aurora Bay Radio Station, visiting museums, binging netflix, working out TRAITS: Pragmatic, cunning, relaxed, dependable, assertive, morbid, evasive, abrasive, cold, loud SOCIAL MEDIA: @mycorpsesandmepodcast, @kaceykangaroo

SHORT PLAYLIST: Just My Type by Palaye Royale, Ain’t No Rest For The Wicked by Cage The Elephant, Let Me Go by Hailee Steinfeld, Okay by Chase Atlantic, Loud by The Home Team

IDEOLOGIES: The Keto Diet is a waste of your time, Eating hot dogs should be considered a war crime, Ass is Ass.

[pjplayground]

SAW UR POST WAS IMMEDIATELY INTERESTED :3!!1!1!2!211

can u feed us lazy four info, like how did they meet? fav hangout spot? some random stuff they do together? stuff like that :3 if youve had time to develop them??? considering u probs plan on writing lazy wilro.....

SO. 👏

All of the Lazy Four exist within the same universe. So we have Wilbur, who lives in the Robinson estate on the outskirts of the city. Penny is a pop star originally from Chicago, but now lives in the city due to the rich estates and luxuries. Pop star life, y'know. Violet is a skater girl who goes to Wilbur's school. It should be noted that within Lazy Days, the Parrs DO NOT have superpowers. But, I did give them professions/hobbies which elude to them (Mrs. Incredible is a silk ribbon dancer, for example. Keep this in mind). Last but not least, Hiro is a third generation Japanese-American immigrant living in his grandfather's cafe with his older brother and aunt.

How they met: Well, Wilbur, Violet, and Hiro all go to the same school. So they met there. As for how they met Penny, there is a story there. Because of who Cornelius is, he has quite a lot of connections and "high profile clients" as his PA would put it. A couple of years ago, he was sent on a lengthy business trip. He had to bring Leo (Wilbur's baby brother) along since he was only a year old at the time. Wilbur was 13 about to be 14 when this happened. Wilbur tagged along because Neil promised they'd do something awesome for his birthday, and he didn't let work get in the way of that. This was a trip to Norway, so they figured they could do birthday festivities there as a special occasion. But first, Neil had to meet up with his client, who just so happened to be Penny's father, her manager. While the two men were discussing boring business stuff, Penny and Wilbur were able to hang out. At the end of the ordeal, they had exchanged numbers and kept in touch. Back home, Wilbur (over video calls) introduced Vi and Hiro to Penny, and the rest is history.

Some stuff they do: They mostly hang around the Robinson estate, because the family is fun. Well, also the hot tub and theater. Individually, Violet hangs out at the skate park, Wilbur in the home library, Penny in her garden, and Hiro wherever food is, tbh. Boy can't get enough of sweets. Not related to the kiddos, but Neil became good friends with Helen because they were in the same silk ribbon dancing class. Vi thinks her mother is better/more flexible, but Wilbur laughs in his father being a gymnast, yogi, pole dancer, and silk ribbon dancer. Take that Vi!

Miscellaneous points: - Wilbur is always reading something. Sometimes, he just can't shut up about the newest book he's reading. - Tadashi is still alive! Because I like him. The fire still happened, so Tadashi does have severe burns he has to treat every day. Luckily, Wilbur's father knows a thing or two about treating burns. - Sometimes Violet secretly wishes her siblings could be like Wilbur's. Quiet and polite! - It's pretty well known that Leo only likes to be held by/in the presence of Neil. However, he tolerates Penny and Wilbur. Probably because they were there when he was away from Neil for the meeting. - All of them are babies when it comes to horror. Except for Violet. She loves horror, especially psychological horror akin to Cooking Companions or That's Not My Neighbor. - Penny has three dogs. Bolt (duh), Lightning, and Shock. - If we're talking about Wilro, Wilbur calls Hiro "mio dolce." Half of Wilbur's family is Italian, so he knows some words/phrases. "Mio dolce" is a pet name. It can mean "my sweet", "my love", or "my cake." - Whenever all four of them are in Hiro's aunt's cafe, they ask for the day old donuts. - Violet can't whistle or snap her fingers. - Hiro is only slightly terrified of Wilbur's little sister's (Mazie) pet snake. Its name is Bananaconda. - Yes, Hiro knows how to bake! Instead of being a prodigy in inventing like his bro, he's an advanced baker with very intricate techniques. All figured out by the time he was nine. - Penny became a pop star when she was twelve. She mostly did kid's TV beforehand, before she got her career in music. Think... Miley Cyrus and Ariana Grande, just without the gross tongue stuff and home wrecking. - Violet does name her skateboards. Her favorite is Pico. - Wilbur is canonically bisexual, Hiro is pansexual, Penny is a straight ally, and Violet is a demigirl lesbian. - Bit of a sad point here, but Wilbur did struggle with an eating disorder (anorexia) when he was 12 and 13. Unfortunately, he inherited his father's body dysmorphia.

In regards to the Wilro fic... It will be inspired by the one Wilro image I did. It will also be pure fluff, since these are teenagers and I'm not about that gross shit! =D They'll be in the Robinson estate, and I'm unsure if we'll see any more Robinsons. We'll see. I gotta do some planning.

[allsketchesnononsense]

I SAW YOUR POST ABOUT THE PSYCHOPOMP HELMET AND I HAVE TO ASK HOW’D YOU MAKE IT??

i wanted to cosplay her at some point in the future but i’ve never tried my hand at prop making or anything of that matter really so i can’t wrap my head around any like basic concepts to make the psychopomp itself 😭😭

sorry for taking abit to answer, wanted to make sure I was at my PC to answer so I can give Exact Images n stuff of what I got/used

warning: you're gonna need some serious power tools for this. alotta bits I had to get help from my dad bc he has SO MANY hobbies that involve power tools lol

SO

For the base:

you need a good helmet. n finding one of those ain't easy, so you're probs gonna haveta Make Do with something you can cut parts off of.

I used something like this, but cut off the parts that jut out at the ears and the lip at the front. The internal bit that keeps your Actual Head from touching the Actual Helmet is VERY helpful bc (atleast w/ mine) it wasnt a layer of foam or anything that'd be finnicky, it was just straps.

theoretically could also use a cheap-y baseball helmet though obvi you still gotta Mutilate it

For the accessories™:

The antannae are actual extendable radio antannae I harvested from an old boombox n another thing, but you can buy JUST the antannae online

the megaphone/satellite dish bit my dad helped me cut n gut a car alarm type thing and attatch it w/ this silicone stuff he had on hand

And the headphone pieces on the sides are a set of vintage radio headphones I found at a thrift store. these to be exact (they're not v rare n go for 10-30 bucks on ebay)

Though any old, chunky headphones could easily work. These were just what I had on hand. And, as a useful thing, the metal prongs connecting to the headband were perfect to easily bolt in place on the helmet and keep them flexible for easy putting on and taking off. The little radio speaker-y bits on the outside I added my dad had laying around though obvi not 1000% Necessary

And that's all really for the easily bought supplies

The front plate is Literally just a chunk of sheet metal he happened to have on hand, and added the bolts to. The fifth bolt in the middle is the only Functional one that actually attatches to the helmet

And the bit keeping the wires in place is a piece of plastic we melted to shape, painted accordingly, then hot glued in place. Added the screws to make it look abit more Cohesive with the rest of it.

The staples specifically on mine are holes drilled then w/ v thin wire fed through and twisted and trimmed.

Some smaller seams n details I added with super glue since it gave a v subtle raised effect, and bc it cracked in shipping I had to super glue some of the cracks back together Anyways lmao

also had to do alot of spraypainting to get it the right color. Make sure to paint the "accessories" seperate before assembly bc trying to tape off everything could end up Annoying and that way the metal bolts and the plate can retain their orig metal color to add contrast.

Also make sure you get Matte paint, bc it'll look goofy shiny. Preferably something meant for outdoor use bc those will have the more gritty textures you're looking for n its easy to find.

For any extra scuffing n details I did some dry brushing w/ grey and black acrylic to add depth. Best way to do it imo is add some drybrush with a scrappy old paintbrush then wipe away some with a paper towel

or just use a paper towel with a v tiny, thinly spread bit of paint

Hopefully this helps atleast some!! If you need more detailed shots of my helmet for better reference just lemme know, I just dont feel like going to grab her rn for a photo shoot lmao

Good luck w/ your helmet!! n be sure to post it lots when you're done!!

It'll be sick as hell to see how your interpretation turns out!

just be careful bout wearing it too long

start seeing things you're not supposed to

knowing things you're not supposed to