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wonlouvre · 4 years ago

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pairing: doctor!wonwoo x lawyer!female oc genre: modern royalty, arranged marriage, fluff and future angst word count: 3.2k WARNINGS: child trafficking, child labor

a/n: just a disclaimer, i am not that well-versed when it comes to investigations and trial procedures at the court. please do correct me i make a mistake. i hope you enjoy this new part! i think we have about three or four chapters left. ANGST is on the next part :’(

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“On April xx, 20xx, at approximately 10:30 in the morning, two unidentified males entered and held hostage the Emergency Room of the Royal Hospital. The nurse in charge of the information desk said that the two males approached the desk and asked if there were two boys (their identities are yet to be confirmed) admitted to the hospital. They claimed that they’re their guardians and wish to have them discharged and transferred to a different hospital. Based on their description, the nurse confirmed that there were two boys who came to the hospital earlier in the morning. However, the nurse informed them that they are not cleared to be discharged yet as per doctor’s orders and if they wish to discuss with the doctor-in-charge, they can. They only need to present IDs or any documentation to prove that they are indeed the guardian.

They did present IDs however, it was not valid and accepted by the hospital. The two males started demanding to see the two boys and insisted that they will recognize who they were. At that point, the nurse said the two males’ were beginning to raise their voices. The nurse asked them to calm down and wait patiently for the doctor-in-charge to arrive. That’s when the two males pulled out handguns and threateningly pointed it at the nurse.

The Royal Hospital’s security was alerted and immediately called the Royal Police. The hospital’s security was able to distract the two suspects until one of the police officers fired a shot. Fortunately, no hospital staff and patients were harmed. It is yet to be identified how the armed suspects were able to enter the hospital undetected.

The Royal Police cannot release the names of the suspects and any other details as the investigation is still ongoing. However, we are looking at the direction that this could possibly be a case of child trafficking and the two suspects are perpetrators.

Please be rest assured that we are committed to solve this case and hold everyone involved accountable. We ask the general public to only believe verified information and wait for the official statements that the Royal Police will release accordingly.

Thank you for your understanding.”

You’re both crestfallen and angry. This paper would probably rip apart from the way your hand is deathly gripping it. It’s never easy to read and hear about crimes committed against innocent people. It’s never easy because they don’t deserve to go through the torment, harm and trauma. You wish you could avoid it, but it would be wrong and unfair to the victims. So no matter how heartbreaking or uncomfortable it is, you read and you listen because you have to be aware of it. You have to know and not turn a blind eye because they deserve to be heard and fought for.

This black and white statement of the Royal Police is nothing but horrible. How did the kingdom let this pass? For a kingdom that’s so proud of its enforcement of strict laws, how did this crime happen right under its nose?

It weighs on your heart and ever since you’ve taken hold of this piece of paper, you don’t know how to continue on with the day anymore. You lean your head against the backrest and stare up the ceiling. You breathe in and breathe out, getting yourself together to think, to function.

Something is telling you that there is more to this hostage taking at the hospital and this case of child trafficking. And you desperately need to know. You’re already aware that the authorized and concerned people are doing their job already, but why is it drawing your attention?

You release an exasperated sigh and massage your right brow. It’s been twitching due to the boiling anger inside you and you just want it to stop. The only way for that to happen is to find answers. Picking up your phone among the pile of papers, you dial the number of the person you’re sure that can give you any information, big or small.

First ring. Second ring. Thi---, “Your Highness.”

You’re quick to your feet the moment he answered. “Hey Seungkwan. How have you been?”

Boo Seungkwan is the man to call. A persistent and assertive prosecutor and person in general. Definitely one of the brightest classmates and lawyers you have ever met. It’s no surprise that he’s hired by the Supreme Prosecutor’s Office as a prosecutor. He knows what he’s doing and more than doing, he knows how to fight to the end.

He actually wanted you to join together and you considered the offer. However, due to your position in the kingdom, you realized that practicing in private is more suitable for you.

“Well,” he says and pauses, “I have been better. How about you, Your Highness?”

“You know that you can call me Y/N, right?” You remind him, offering a smile even though he won’t be able to see it. “We went to law school and passed the exams together.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he mumbles, not a big fan of throwbacks. “To what do I owe this phone call anyway?”

“About the recent statement of the Royal Police, is there anything you’d be willing to share with me?” You requested and faced the window that’s overlooking the city.

You hear him chuckle on the other line. “I knew you’d ask. You do know that I’m risking my job as a prosecutor because I can’t say no to you right?”

“Is it something… big?” You ask nervously, biting the insides of your cheek.

A beat of silence passes and you can tell it is without having him say it. You think your heart is going to explode anytime soon.

“Big or not, it’s a case and a crime,” he retorts. “But this is something that Their Majesties need to brace themselves for,” he continues, warning laced on his voice. “It can shake the cabinet as well because we can tell that one, and if not, some of them are involved.”

There it is. The cold hard truth. There was nothing else to say. It’s more than obvious that the kingdom’s cabinet has been compromised and it will blow right at your family’s faces. You don’t even need to doubt it. But still, your blood runs cold at the thought.

“Thank you Seungkwan,” you say and breathe out a defeated sigh. “Let’s meet for coffee some other time.”

You hear him say “anytime” and then end the call.

You toss your phone back on the table and cross your arms as if you’re trying to hug yourself. Your eyes are out of focus and your mind has questions that need answers. This case is not even about protecting your family’s reputation anymore. It’s about your family protecting its people, its children, from this.

You’ll probably never forgive yourself if you and the rest of your family have failed to do its promise and duty.

“Your Highness?” Jeongyeon knocks on the wooden door and calls for you, pulling you back to the ground. “Are you ready to go?”

You frown and tilt your head to the side, confused. You don’t remember having errands outside the office today.

Jeongyeon notices your confusion and says, “Your monthly checkup is today.”

Oh.

“I’m sorry. It must have slipped my mind,” you say and quickly gather your things so that you can leave now. “Thank you, Jeongyeon.”

She nods, understanding what you meant. She keeps the door open and waits for you to pass through.

What the hell am I going to do? You ask yourself. A million thoughts has started running inside your mind from reading the statement up to finding out that this case could potentially be a crime syndicate. A crime syndicate that the Royal Family failed to prevent. Every day, there are crimes that get tried and solved in this kingdom. But for this particular crime, it doesn’t happen every day and it shouldn’t be in the first place. But, your kingdom must have grown complacent because here it is, a ticking time bomb that will explode anytime soon.

How did this happen and who allowed this to happen?

“Your stress levels are quite high compared to your previous check-up, Your Highness.” The doctor gives you a knowing smile after reading the results of your tests today.

“It’s because of work,” you make an excuse and return his smile with a sheepish one while scratching the back of your neck. “I think.”

The doctor tried to muffle his laughter, but you can hear him snicker nonetheless. He just nods and mutters an, “alright,” and proceeds to write down the results and updates of this consultation.

“Although there is nothing to be concerned about, I still advise you to take things slow,” he once again points out the reminder that he gave from the first time you got admitted. “Remember, I’ll never get tired of saying it.”

You nod and purse your lips in a smile. “I promise I’ll try.”

He raises his eyebrows at your answer, but lets it go in the end.

“I think we are good,” he says and leans his elbows on the table, hands clasped together. “Let’s go back to your yearly check-up, like the usual.”

“Thank you for your time.” You stand up and reach your hand out to shake his. “I’ll see you next year, then.”

The doctor replies with his smile still intact, “I will be here.”

You think about taking the rest of the afternoon off and just go back to your apartment. You suddenly don’t feel so good and present, for lack of a better word. You just want to think alone, away from any distractions.

On your way out to the door, you pull your phone out from your bag to call Jeongyeon. This floor of the hospital is private and reserved only for your family. It’s something you’re not proud of and you should probably talk to Their Majesties about it. You sigh and hold your phone to your ear as you proceed to the elevator. You're only a few steps away when a familiar voice makes you stop.

“Hey.”

You jump in surprise, almost dropping your phone and bag. You turn around and you’re not so surprised anymore to see a grinning Wonwoo with hands inside the pockets of his white coat. With a roll of your eyes, you finally relaxed your tensed shoulders and walked towards him.

He meets you halfway and holds his hand out. You happily take it, making it easy for him to tug you close to his chest, bringing you in for a hug. You wrapped your arms around his neck while his around your waist. Just like that, his breath against your skin made all your worries vanish.

“What are you doing here?” You ask, distancing from him but not letting go.

“I knew that you’d be here,” he answers, keeping his hold on your arms. “Had to see you.”

You scoff and give his shoulder a light shove. “Shut up. We were inseparable until our last day at your hometown and yet you still want to see me. Aren’t you sick and tired of my face yet?”

He pinches your cheek and kisses the tip of your nose. “Of course not.”

“Well, I’m leaving,” you announce and let go of him, reluctantly (as always). “You should probably get back to work.”

Wonwoo doesn’t let you move any further and drags his hand from your arm to your hand, swaying it from side to side as he whines out, “But, I’m on my break. Can’t you stay a little longer?”

You don’t really give in easily and it takes a lot of persuasion before you actually do. Jeongyeon can’t even convince you to stop going home late. But with just one request and pleading eyes, Wonwoo has you standing inside his office.

It’s spacious, but a tad bit messy. There is lots of paper. In fact mountains of them, which you are very familiar with already. A wall of books is on one side of the room while three respective desks are on the other side. There’s a window, which is good, you can see some natural lighting. And of course, a small pantry for coffee and snacks.

Wonwoo offered his chair for you to sit on as he prepared you something to drink. You still look around and try to keep yourself occupied. Your eyes trail on his desk eventually and you can’t help but smile. If every corner of this room is in disarray, Wonwoo’s desk seems to be the only area that is not. There’s nothing much on it except for a jar of pens, pencils and highlighters, a notepad and some bookmarked books.

“You’ve met Soonyoung, right?” He asks, coming back with two warm cups. Coffee for him and tea for you. “I share this office with him and another doctor.”

You nod and take a quick sip. You noticed that it’s almost lunch time on the clock above the door and wondered, “Is this all you’re going to have for lunch?”

“I had some cheeseburger earlier this morning, so I’m good,” he answers and leans against the edge of the desk. “How about you? Are you hungry?”

You smile and shake your head no.

Then, it got quiet.

It’s not an uncomfortable silence, but you think Wonwoo can sense something else by the way his eyebrows raise as if he’s waiting for you to say something more. He sips on his coffee one more time before placing the cup down on the table. Afterwards, he takes matters into his own hands and swivels the chair you're sitting on by the armrest towards him, catching you off guard.

His actions almost made you drop your drink and you thought for a moment if you should punch him again. “What are you doing?”

Wonwoo just gives you a mischievous smirk before leaning down to kiss your lips. Your eyes dilate in surprise while the rest of your body freezes. You’re just thankful you’re already sat on the chair, otherwise your legs would give up and you’d fall. When you don’t resist, his kiss deepens, demanding. But it didn’t go any further than a few more pecks here and there. You let him be until he decides to pull away, but not without giving one last long smooch.

“What was that for?” You ask, suddenly shy.

Wonwoo just nonchalantly shrugs. “Just wanted to kiss you.”

“You startled me!” You hiss and slap his arm.

Wonwoo has started to take pleasure in seeing you all flustered and shy. He finds it cute and he’ll take every chance he gets just to see it. But he knows there’s something bothering you and he’s hoping you give him the chance to hear you out.

“Talk to me,” he says while crouching, almost sitting down on the floor to meet your height. “What’s on that brilliant head of yours?”

You roll your eyes at his choice of words but give in nonetheless, “It’s the hostage that took place previously. There’s a new update about it.”

Wonwoo exhales and moves to massage your thighs. “I read about it briefly earlier.”

You nod and let the silence engulf the two of you once again.

“Listen, the kids they we’re talk---”

“Wonwoo!”

You jump when the door of the office suddenly bolts open with two unfamiliar boys dressed in hospital gowns running inside. They’re quickly followed by a panting Soonyoung who gives the two of you an apologetic smile. Wonwoo immediately stands up as they excitedly dash towards him while chanting his name.

“We heard you were on a break, can we play now? Please?” The little one, which you assumed was the youngest, pleads and hops in the hopes of Wonwoo carrying him. The other one, who’s much taller, does the same but he’s only clinging to his arms.

“I’m sorry if I interrupted something, Your Highness,” Soonyoung says (you’re sure he’s teasing) and gives you a salute. “These boys never get tired and I have no idea how.”

You stand up from the chair too and try to get a good look on the boy’s faces, but you couldn’t because their attention is only on Wonwoo.

“We’ll play, alright?” Wonwoo tries to calm them down.”But I want you to meet someone special first.”

Your heart skips a beat meanwhile Soonyoung’s jaw drops in a silent squeal.

“They were the kids from the statement,” Wonwoo warrily says while making the boys face you.

Statement?

Your heart skipped one moment and the next it dropped to your stomach. You didn’t expect it to be them. You really hoped it wasn’t them. You don’t even know how sure you are that it’s them. But when you finally meet their eyes, these boys don’t seem to be so unfamiliar anymore.

It’s them.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Wonwoo asks, suddenly concerned by the sudden downcast of your face.

“Wonwoo...” you weakly whisper.

They’re one of the children adopted from the orphanage.

“Can you ask the orphanage if they can give us a copy of photographs displayed at their gallery?”

A phone call has never felt so dreadful. You can’t help but bite your nails as you listen to Jeongyeon adhere to your request. A lump has already formed on your throat and you don’t even know how you’re going to swallow it.

You slide your phone back to your pocket when Jeongyeon said she’d get back to you shortly. You turn around from where you were standing and see Wonwoo and Soonyoung playing with the two boys. It’s bittersweet. For one, you’re glad they are free and happy and on the other hand, it doesn’t sit right why they have to go through terrible and unimaginable things just so that they can be.

And it doesn’t help that it all happened here.

Wonwoo told you how they got to know them and how he had asked the hospital to keep them here in the meantime, in coordination with Social Services of course. He didn’t need the hostage taking or the police’s statement to know what’s going on because his guts already told him the moment he saw the state of the boys. But then again, what happened only confirmed what he feared the most.

Wonwoo deviates his attention to you and notices your lost gaze. By the looks of it, he’s aware that this is bothering you. He gives Sam’s hair a ruffle before standing up and walking to where you are.

“Are you okay?” He asks, reaching his hand out to softly squeeze your arm.

“Yeah,” you affirm, but the palm against your forehead doesn’t seem to agree. “I just… I can’t believe this.”

“It’s okay,” he tries to soothe your distress with his hand cradling your face. “I mean, it’s not. But, it’s not your fault.”

Why does it feel like it is?

You couldn’t ask him that out loud so you just give him a nod instead. Wonwoo knows you’re hesitant to believe him and he doesn’t like it. He takes your hands and squeezes them.

“Look at me,” he commands and when you don't, he lifts your chin up himself. “I’m confident this will be solved in no time. Have faith in your people and yourself, hmm? ”

“Okay,” you answer and that makes Wonwoo smile.

Okay. You’re going to stop wallowing in your own uncertainty. You draw your eyes back at the boys and at this moment, you promised that punishment will be inflicted to everyone responsible for their suffering.

No matter what it takes.

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aj-illustrated · 4 years ago

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*pulls up a 97-slide PowerPoint* I’m so glad you asked

Ben is an OC co-owned by me and @finnoky! The short of it is that he’s an orphan who Varian helps save from a life of crime, and who later gets adopted by Quirin!

More about him under the cut:

Age: About 12

Birthday: He has no idea, but thinks it might have been sometime in the autumn.

Likes: Quirin, Varian, farmwork, tending to the sheep, his dog (Achilles), the Challenge of the Brave (spectating and later competing), adventure stories, head pats, strawberries, friendly roughhousing, drawing

Dislikes: Cramped spaces (he’s claustrophobic), people hugging him, carrots, books with complicated words, cold weather, any kind of tight or scratchy clothing

Fun Facts:

Ben meets Varian about nine months after the end of the series.

He’s good friends with Kiera and Catalina! They’re the only kids his age who can beat him in a fair fight.

He eventually grows to be taller than Varian, and absolutely uses that fact to tease him.

He’s an excellent pickpocket, though he hasn’t stolen much of anything since Quirin took him in.

He’s got a knack for drawing— he’s not too good with words, so he finds it easier to express himself with pictures. He’s also a leftie!

He’s been almost adopted several times, but Quirin is the only foster parent who kept him around for longer than a month.

Backstory: Ben is an orphan who’s been given a raw deal in life, and as a result is kinda pissed off at everyone and everything all the time. The orphanage he grew up in was lacking to say the least, and he spent much of his early childhood being routinely abused and neglected, often lashing out in aggression at those he deemed to be a threat (which was most people). He eventually starts getting into trouble with the law and is tossed in prison for multiple counts of petty theft and assault, and it’s around that time that he meets Varian, who is helping to reform Corona’s prison system and is disgusted to see that they’re still punishing children as if they were adults.

He gets Ben out of prison, but the orphanage refuses to let him come back, so Varian convinces Quirin to take him in. Quirin agrees for a few factors: 1. Ben reminds him of Varian when he was going through a rough time, and how Quirin wasn’t able to help him then, 2. He’s not getting any younger and could use some help around the farm (plus Varian has been worried about him getting lonely, now that Varian has basically moved into the castle), and 3. The kid deserves a shot at having a healthy, stable home life.

Ben only agrees to go live with Quirin because trying to survive on the streets is no picnic, and also because he’d really rather not stay in prison for any longer than he has to. He figures that it won’t last, anyway— Quirin will lose patience with him and kick him to the curb, just like every other foster parent/guardian he’s been handed off to. He gets very confused (and a little annoyed) when Quirin turns out to be incredibly patient and willing to give him as many chances as he needs. In response, Ben acts out and does everything he can think of to convince Quirin that he’s rotten to the core, but nothing works.

Ben doesn’t want to get his hopes up or let himself get attached. He manages to annoy everyone else: the other villagers, Varian, even Eugene (who visits sometimes), but never Quirin. The most he ever gets out of him is an irritated sigh.

Throughout all of this, Ben is also finding out that he kinda likes helping out on the farm, and he’s pretty good at it, too. He’s very strong for his age, and a fast learner.... except for one thing: he can’t read. The orphanage had tried to teach him, but it never really clicked and they had long since given up on him, so he just never learned, instead relying on pictures and context clues to figure out the meaning of written words. As he continues to grow more attached to Quirin, he starts wanting to be better, to deserve the love and acceptance Quirin is offering him, so his self-consciousness about reading (among other things he doesn’t like about himself) really starts to bug him.

While he's sociable and generally gets along with other children, he does have the flaw of a short temper. So when he's targeted and called out for his apparent lack of academic intelligence, things get ugly, fast, and he gets in a fight. When Quirin asks later what it was about, Ben is reluctant to tell him, and is even less enthused when Quirin later suggests enrolling him in school.

He eventually admits to Quirin that he’s illiterate, expecting to get belittled or even compared to Varian (who is an actual genius and is kind of intimidating to Ben). But Quirin.... he doesn’t care that Ben can’t read, and even offers to help teach him or find him a tutor if he wants to learn. It’s after letting himself be vulnerable and accepting Quirin’s help that Ben starts to wonder if maybe... maybe he has a shot at being part of a real family.

He starts to let himself feel at home in Old Corona, thinking (or rather hoping) he’s found somewhere he belongs... as much as he hates to admit it, he really likes it here. So he tries to keep on the straight and narrow so he can stay longer, even making an effort to be nicer to Varian (who is more than happy to help him with his reading and is the one to introduce him to the Flynn Rider series). For the first time, Ben’s future is looking bright.

Until he loses his temper again.

On a visit to the capital, he passes by his old orphanage and gets in an argument with one of the kids he used to know (and wasn’t on particularly good terms with). The argument quickly gets personal, and then physical, and Ben takes it way too far— by the time the guards arrive on the scene to break it up, the kid Ben was fighting is a bloody, mangled mess, about a minute away from passing out. The guards don’t care what awful things that kid said to Ben; all they care about is that this boy with a history of violence and petty crime just savagely attacked another child, and Ben is swiftly arrested and taken to the dungeons.

At this point, Ben has cooled down enough to realize just how serious his situation really is. Even if they let him out of prison to go back to Quirin, he’s sure this is the last straw and that Quirin won’t want anything to do with him— he’s violent and dangerous, and no matter what he does he can’t seem to stay out of trouble, even when he really does try his best to be good. He hates himself for blowing his one chance at finding a home and family, and consoles himself by thinking that it was only a matter of time and at least the wait is over (boy’s got some raging self-loathing issues if you haven’t noticed).

Varian gets word that Ben’s been arrested and heads down to the dungeons to hear his side of the story, but Ben is too ashamed to even look him in the eye. Ben was told by the guards that, although he won’t be left to rot in the dungeons or thrown onto a prison barge (as per the new regulations regarding juvenile justice), he’ll be sent away to a correctional facility for delinquents— aka, reform school. Ben has no idea what to expect, but based on what the guards have been saying about it (very loudly, just outside his cell), it sounds no better than regular prison.

Varian is having absolutely none of this and contacts Quirin to tell him what’s going on— Quirin is up at the castle within the hour to try and bail Ben out, or at least renegotiate his sentence. However, since Quirin is not yet technically related to Ben— for the past year or so, he’s legally been closer to a parole officer than anything else— the law states that he can’t actually do much to interfere with Ben’s bail or sentence, especially since the boy is a repeat offender and is now classified as a menace to society.

Instead of giving up on the situation, Quirin decides to become Ben’s legal guardian right then and there, whipping out the adoption papers he’s been keeping in his vest for weeks— he’s been wanting to ask Ben if he’d like to be adopted for a while now, but he could never find the right moment. Now seems to be as good a time as any.

It takes a day or two to sort things out (Nigel and Fred both aren’t too keen on releasing a violent criminal for any reason, even if that criminal is like twelve), but Varian is able to pull some strings with Raps and Eugene to give Quirin full guardianship over Ben. Meanwhile, Ben is expecting he'll be shipped off any day now— when he sees Varian come back down to the prison with a guard, he expects it's to say goodbye... not to remove his shackles and lead him back upstairs to the throne room, where Quirin and Rapunzel are waiting beside a stack of paperwork. They only need one more signature to make the adoption official: Ben’s.

Luckily, Varian and Quirin have been helping him practice writing his name, and once he signs, Quirin tosses Raps the bail money (which she had whittled down to like two coins) and they head back home— Ben’s permanent home.

Ben’s story is a result of many many rambles between me and Feen on Discord, and I don’t think we’re gonna be stopping anytime soon— Ben is such a fun OC to flesh out XD

Feen and I are actually running a Q&A for Ben over on Feen’s Instagram story, y’all should go check it out!

#ben #tangled oc #tangled the series #tts ocs #varian #quirin #long post #AJ draws #AJ talks #finnoky

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elysiashelby · 5 years ago

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In Another World - T. Shelby Imagine Ch. 5

Paring: (Eventual) Thomas Shelby x Aliena Welsh (OC)

Fandom: Peaky Blinders

Word Count: 5, 835

WARNINGS: Cursing

Summary: Aliena Welsh has been living in the universe of the show Peaky Blinders for a year, and the time has come for the show to start. But how will this affect her and Thomas’ relationship?

MASTERLIST CHAPTER 4 CHAPTER 5.2

A/N: So, there was supposed to be chapters before this one, but because I have such a hard time writing Aliena’s character into the show, I decided that those extra chapter will come after I finish S1! The first line break will indicate spoilers for those chapters, so skip to the second one, if you want to avoid reading what’s gonna happen.

“Tommy! Tommy!” A man yelled from outside.

I was jolted from me sleep, and me body sprang forward. I wasn’t the only one who had this reaction. Tommy ‘n I both sprang up. We looked at each for a second before he leaned over me body and looked out the window.

Tommy let out a little sigh of relief. “It’s just Curly.” He yanked the blankets off of himself.

Meanwhile, I was busy rubbing the sleep out of me eyes. “Why would he be here at night? Did you get a new horse, Tom?”

He was busy getting his work pants on. “No. It should be about a delivery that was supposed to come in.”

Me ears perked up. “A delivery?” I leaned closer to him, practically leaning over his shoulder.

Tommy was putting on his shoes. “Yeah. I made a deal with a guy in London. Wanted motorcycles.”

I widened me eyes in shock.

‘The show is beginning…’

Just as Tommy was rising to his feet, I grabbed his arm.

His eyebrows furrowed then his hand stroked me face. “What’s wrong?” He asked.

I kept looking side to side. I was trying to come up with a proper excuse. I was brought out of me trance when Tommy placed down his other hand on me face and tugged me to look at him.

“Oi, Ali! What’s wrong?”

I huffed, closing me eyes shut before opening them. “Guns.” I said with a shrug. “Guns not motorcycles.”

Tommy blinked his eyes a bunch of times before he shook his head with a dismissive scoff. “No, Aliena, it’s a shipment of motorcycles. Go back to sleep. I’ll be back.”

I rolled me eyes, shoving off his lingering hand on me face. I hummed. “Yeah, you’ll see. If you wanna talk ‘bout it when you come back, just wake me up. I don’t mind.” I turned 'round and laid back down.

“Right...” The bed springs sang as he stood up. I heard the door close rather than saw it. It took some time, but I went back to sleep.

“Aliena, wake up! Wake up, right now!” Tommy yelled as he shook me. He held me up by me arms.

Me eyes were squinted as I was trying to find the strength to open them. “Wha?”

“How did you-? No…” He muttered something before he began to speak again, “What’s a TV show? Explain to me how you knew about the guns.”

I chuckled with a smile on me face. I couldn’t help it. “Can you think about letting me go first? You’re soaking wet, by the way.” He let me go but the crazed look on his face never went away.

“Explain.”

I nodded. I started to climb out of the bed. “A TV show is like a series of movie pictures.” I stood on me feet, reached up, and carefully took off his cap. Tommy was just staring down at me.

“Except they’re shorter and meant to tell the same story in this case, at least.” I slipped off his drenched coat, never looking away from his gaze.

“A TV show has episodes and sometimes if it’s successful, or they were highly popular- they would have a season. A season or sometimes called a series, they both mean a collection of episodes.” I turned around and went to hang his coat on a chair.

“So, you’re telling me that me and my family had something like that. In what, your world?” He scoffed to himself. A hand raised to his mouth, going over his bottom lip.

I turned back to him. I knew I had a grave look on me face. I tried to look stern as I replied. “Yes.”

He shook his head while pursing his lips. “No.” He muttered.

I sighed, looking down at me hands while trying to pick out the non-existent dirt from under them. “Try not to think of it like that.” I rushed to him and cradled his face in me hands. “Think of me as Gypsy kin like you said. I can see into the future, that’s all. I have dreams. I hear spirits.”

Tommy chucked humorlessly and looked up while his tongue poked out to quickly lick his bottom lip. He tsked as he brought his head back down while nodding. “Right.”

“I don’t know what else to say.” I laughed nervously while looking away. I never took me hands from his face.

Tommy sniffed before saying. “We keep this between us. You can’t tell anyone else. They’ll lose their minds, or think you’ve lost yours. I have questions. Can you answer them?”

I, finally, put me arms down. I shrugged. “Don’t know. It would depend. But you can give it a shot.”

Tommy sat down, so I scurried to do the same.

“The guns that just came. Would I be-! No. … Is it safe to keep them?” He asked.

I furrowed me eyebrows as I scoffed. “Tommy, it’s common sense that it’s not safe to keep ‘em.”

He sighed. “Not like that. Would it be a stepping stone to the family business?”

I thought about it. “Yes.” I jumped as I had a thought. “I got it. I’m not giving you any details, so form your questions into ones that can be answered by ‘yes’ or ‘no’.”

Tommy leaned forward, spread out his knees a bit, then rested his elbows on his knees while his hands held up his head.

There was silence for a while. I managed to keep sane as I fiddled with me hands. Tried cracking them all.

Tommy cleared his throat. “Very soon, I’m going to take a horse down to Garrison courts. There’s a rumor that a Chinese girl there is a witch. I’m gonna pay her to do the powder trick. Does it pay off?”

I whispered. “Yes.”

Without any warning, he stood up and walked to the door. Before he left, he said. “Go on back to sleep.” He closed the door behind him.

I was staring at the door long after he was gone. The room was oddly colder than before. I ran out of Tommy’s room and went into me own. I didn’t go back to sleep. I just drew until it was time for me to go to work.

It’s been a year since I magically appeared in the universe of Peaky Blinders. It’s been a wild ride. Me birthday here was celebrated with the Shelby’s and me girlfriends. Polly got me paints and pencils for me drawings. Ada’s present had to be given to me at night since it was lingerie. She said it was because I would have a fella of me own anytime now.

‘Yeah, right!’

Arthur was so sweet and bought me canvases. Only to find out it was because John had bought me paints, who was beaten to the punch by Polly. They told me after that they planned on giving me two pound each if I didn’t like the present.

I had to get me present from Tommy the day after me birthday. He walked with me a little ways out of Small Heath, where there was a lone tree in a field. I could see it now. I remember clasping me hands over me mouth. Me tears wasting no time to flow down me face. I ran to it and started tracing the lettering engraved into headstone that was there under it.

I talked about it in passing. I never expected for him to get it done for me. I told him that I wanted a headstone for me ma’. I would never see her again, so I wanted somewhere where I could grieve me loss. He gave me that. I sobbed into his arms so much that day.

It sucked going over to the Ritz after that. I was supposed to still be having fun which I was, but me eyes stung. Angelica gifted me expensive dresses she thought I would like, and I did. Christiana gave me hair accessories which I appreciated. Cassie gave me a pearl necklace. I cried again. It was me da’s birthstone. It was like I got them back for a day.

Despite me joy for having a place for me ma’ and carrying a piece of me da’ around, I think it made me depression worse. After all, me ma’s birthday was in February. The guns were found a week before me ma’s birthday.

On that day, I had Freddie drive me to Blackpool beach. I had me a good ‘ol breakdown at there, then I went back home. I didn’t explain it to Freddie, but I think he understood. He must have known that I was grieving.

I locked meself in me room and got bladdered. I stole a bottle of whiskey and almost drank it all. I should have known that Tommy would catch me. He decided to babysit me, and made sure I scarfed down some bread and drank water before I went to sleep. I made him talk to me, though. I made him talk to me ‘til I fell asleep.

Work was hell the next day. I wasn’t hungover, but I had a good headache. Had a cob on the whole day, but I had to keep a lid on it. It’s hard dealing with people who control your salary the whole day ‘cause if ya piss them off— they can easily dock your pay.

Mrs. Davies down at the bakery and Mrs. Aitken down at the flower shop loved pinching me cheeks. It was nice at first, but then they started fucking doing it harder and harder every time I came in.

Anyway, the first season starts today since Tommy told me in the morning that he’s taking Monaghan Boy down to Garrison courts.

‘Let me tell you, I am not happy that I’m gonna have to deal with Grace fucking Burgess. I do not want to see Thomas Shelby fall in love! In front of me face! It’s torture! As if I’m not already depressed. I have enough baggage all on me own, sir!’

I stopped sweeping the floor and pinched the bridge of me nose. This is how fucking gutted I am! I exhaled slowly before I decided to stop worrying ‘bout the inevitable and focus on me work.

“Finn?” That was Tommy.

Me mind instantly connected the dots and I ran to the parlor. I got there just in time as he picked up Finn’s discarded ciggie.

“Finn Shelby, what in the ‘ell are you doing smoking? Stop smirking, Tom. Arthur wants you.” I took the ciggie out of hand and pushed him aside.

“Sorry, bud. You’re on your own.” Tommy lightly brushed the back of his cap on Finn’s face as he left.

Finn looked up at me. I shook me head. I crouched down to meet his gaze.

“What have I told you abar these horrid things? Huh, Finn! Just ‘cause your brothers smoke doesn’t mean you hafta.” I stubbed out the ciggie and left it in the dish.

“But it’s no fun being the only one who doesn’t do it. They don’t have anyone yelling at them.” He said with a pout.

I huffed, feeling annoyed. “That’s not true. I nag Tommy all the time.” I crossed me arms.

“Liar! I’ve never seen it!”

“Yeah ‘cause then he wouldn’t be able to face ya, so I have to scold him in secret. So, don’t tell ‘em I told you about it.” I ran me hand over his hair, smoothing it out. “I catch you with one of these again ‘n I’ll smack you upside the head. I promise.”

“No, you won’t.”

“I bloody will!”

Suddenly, there was a shout that caught our attention and I flew to me feet.

“I'm calling a family council tonight at 8:00. I want all of us there. You hear me? There's trouble coming.” Arthur yelled as Tommy stormed off.

Arthur and I made eye contact ‘n we just nodded at each other. I walked around the table and shut the door to the betting shop. I dusted off me hands then turned me attention back to Finn.

“Go on then, la. It’s your free day.” I walked back into the living room where I had to finish sweeping.

Finn followed after me. He sat in one of the two chairs.

“Aliena,” He said. “when I grow older, you’ll be my wife, right?”

I froze at the question, or was it a statement? I giggled.

‘Does little Finn have a crush on me?’

I stopped laughing and asked. “What are you on abar, Finn?”

“I don’t know. I figured that when I grow up, you’ll marry me.”

I began to giggle again. “Finn Shelby, you won’t even propose to me. Just expect it of me, eh? Well, I’ll make you a deal. If I’m still single by the time I’m 30, I’ll marry you.”

Finn jumped off the chair and rushed over to me. I had to crouch again to meet his eyes.

“You promised, Ali! You can’t take it back!” His smile was so big and adorable. It made me heart melt.

‘I can’t believe that me first love confession is from a 10 almost 11 year old. Just me luck!’

“Now you take me promises seriously, huh? Yes, I promise. Now, run along. I still need to work out some errands, and I can’t have you bugging me.” I shoved him toward the door, and I didn’t pay attention to where he ran off to.

True to me word, I got done with the sweeping then went on to finish me errands. Mrs. Davies’ pinch was slightly less harder than Mrs. Aitken’s today, and thank the Lord for it!

‘I swear one of these days these ladies are gonna leave me with bruises!’

I had to run to the house ‘cause Mrs. Davies was chatting me up for so long. When I got there, Polly and John were walking in at the same time. They noticed me.

“Aliena, how come you aren’t in the house already?” Polly asked me.

I had to run a few more steps before I was caught up with them. “Mrs. Davies was chatting me up again. Wouldn’t let me leave ‘til I finally made up an excuse.” I was clutching me side since it had cramped up a little.

‘I’m getting better at running. Which is good since I’m, well, maybe used to be an asthmatic. I don’t even need glasses to see far away anymore!’

“Well, shit. Looks like when the meetings over, we’ll have to fucking hussle to make dinner.”

John opened the door for us and we walked in first. We walked into the betting room where Finn was standing by the door of.

Polly and I walked on ahead.

John said to Finn, “Sorry, little man. Maybe when you’re older.”

Arthur clapped his hands before shouting. “You’re all late. Why the-!”

“Yeah and we’re here now. Let’s get on with it.” Polly interrupted while taking off her coat and taking a seat.

John took a seat and I leaned on a beam next to him. Me eyes naturally drifted over to Tommy’s direction. He had a ciggie burning.

‘I swear this man! Well, baby steps.’

I’m fucking tellin’ a blag to meself, but at least I got him off the opium. He’s not drinking or smoking any less, though.

‘I’ll give him one year. On December 3rd when the season is over, I’ll get to him. By all that’s holy, I’ll be bugging him abar his smoking!’

I think he felt me glare ‘cause he looked straight at me. I knew I was caught, but I wasn’t flustered. I glared at the ciggie by his side then back up at him.

The little fucker just smirked and raised it to his lips.

I rolled me eyes and looked to Arthur who was about to start the meeting.

“Right! I've called this family meeting because I've got some very important news. Scudboat and Lovelock got back from Belfast last night. They were buying a stallion to cover their mares. They were in a pub on the Shankhill Road yesterday, and in that pub there was a copper. Handing out these.” Arthur said as he passed one to Ada then the rest of the pile to Lovelock.

Ada passed it onto John who read it aloud. “If you're over five feet and can fight, come to Birmingham." John passed it to Polly.

“They're recruiting Protestant Irishmen to come over here as Specials.” Arthur told us.

“To do what?” Ada asked.

“To clean up the city, Ada.” Tommy answered. “He's a Chief Inspector. The last four years, he's been clearing the IRA out of Belfast.”

I bit me lip as I knew that the tension in ‘ere would start to rise.

Arthur asked, quite agitated- might I add. “How do you know so bloody much?”

“'Cause I asked the coppers on our payroll.”

“And why didn't you tell me?”

“I'm telling you.”

Arthur took a swing out of his flask. I’m not equipped to handle stressful environments within friendly prescenes. So, I was making dumb faces in the corner. Like meme worthy faces. I literally did a tight lipped smile, that “white people” meme smile. I sported that smile with me eyebrows raised while widening me eyes, and looking away to the corner where no one stood.

“So, why are they sending him to Birmingham?” Polly asked with a magnifying glass in her hand.

“Well, there's been all these bloody strikes at the BSA. And the Austin works, lately. Now the papers are talking about sedition. And revolution. I reckon it's communists he's after.” Tommy said.

But I noticed that when he said the comment about the communists, it got a reaction out of Ada.

“So this copper's gonna leave us alone, right?”

“There are Irishmen in Green Lanes who left Belfast to get away from him. They say Catholic men who crossed him used to disappear in the night.”

“Yeah, but we ain't IRA.” John said. The attention turning on him. “We bloody fought for the King. Anyway, we're Peaky Blinders. We're not scared of coppers.”

“He’s right.” Arthur said.

Then, John delivered that famous line. “If they come for us, we'll cut them a smile each.”

Let me just say, I had to hide me smirk. It was crazy how I felt pride when he said that.

“So, Arthur. Is that it?” Thomas asked. He looked unimpressed.

“What do you think, Aunt Pol?” Arthur completely dismissed Tommy.

Polly looked over at Thomas. I knew she knew that Tommy was up to something. I just hoped she never suspected I knew anything abar it too.

“This family does everything open. You've nothing more to say to this meeting, Thomas?”

“No. Nothing that's women's business.”

“This whole bloody enterprise was women's business while you boys were away at war. What's changed?”

“We came back.”

Polly said or did anything after that. I was expecting a judgemental hum, at least!

“Right! This concludes the family meeting!” Arthur announced.

Polly stood straight up, her chair scraping the wood floor. “Come on, Aliena. We need to hurry up with dinner.”

I followed her into the kitchen.

After dinner, I noticed that Polly had pulled Tommy aside as I was taking everyone’s dirty dishes to be washed. Not a minute later, Tommy came up to me.

He cleared his throat, his hand reaching for a ciggie.

“Reach for it now and I may just throw this cuppa water at you.” I said with a teasing smile.

“Don’t know why. You know I’ll smoke it the minute I’ll leave your sight.”

I blew raspberries at him.

“Well, Polly asked me to join her in church. So, it’s best if you sleep in your room tonight. I’ll probably be working ‘til late morning anyway. Okay?” He was looking at me with such expecting eyes. I noticed that he always wanted a definitive answer from me, hardly ever accepting me nods.

“Yeah. Got it.”

“Good.” The second our conversation was over, he reached for a ciggie again. I paid it no mind this time and focused on getting the dishes done.

The next morning, I got up abar an hour earlier. I was almost tempted to go back to sleep, but instead I crawled out of bed and took out the suitcase that hid under me bed. I unlocked the one that had an assortment of items, and took out me locked diary.

I still don’t know why I was given a suitcase full of miscellaneous item, but I knew they would come in handy someday.

When I first came here and I couldn’t sleep, I took the liberty of writing out what I could remember from each episode. I knew it would benefit me!

I wrote, ‘After Thomas and Polly talk, the scene shifts to Grace coming into town. She gets the job. Then, Arthur gets captured by Campbell and gets roughed up badly. Tommy goes to the Garrison where he meets Grace. He comes back to the house and-’

Simultaneously, I shut me eyes and shut the book. I heaved a big sigh.

‘Tommy will meet Grace today. “Are you a whore?” The gobshite! He’ll probably start distancing himself from me.’

I sighed again. When I gathered me pride, I got up and decided to have an early start on the day. I won’t allow Thomas Shelby to write me off from his life like that.

‘I don’t care if the little fucker sees me like a little sister. I’d still be special to him and that’s all that counts. He stands between me and the whorehouse, in me opinion.’

I did me hair in a bun, as always, but I choose a maroon button-up shirt and a green midi length skirt. Look, the skirt came to about the middle of me legs, alright? Then, I made breakfast. Polly wasn’t up yet which was absolutely weird for me! I didn’t know if she was out doing something, or something.

When I was done eating, I got me coat ‘n headed out the door. Men greeted me and moved out of me way like always. When I got to John’s door, I was troubled. The kids weren’t used to seeing me this early neither was John. I didn’t want to exactly intrude, but I also wanted to get some stuff out of the way, so I could see the scene where Arthur comes home after he gets beat up.

So with that in mind, I unlocked the door to John’s flat. I immediately started cooking breakfast. When seven rolled ‘round, footsteps came pattering down. A head peaked from ‘round the corner and it was Katie.

“Ailena?” She asked. “Why are you here so early?”

I smiled at her. “I just missed youse. That’s all.”

She scoffed with a smile. “It’s only been a day.” She took a seat.

I got up from the chair I was sitting on ‘n poured her some juice. “A day can feel like an eternity.”

We had some time to talk before John came down. He was definitely surprised, but happily took the breakfast I made him and left to the shop. Once he left, I went to get the other kids up. I had them all dressed and “in school” by 9 am.

They moaned and groaned abar having to be taught by me, but they would learn it’s for their own benefit in the future. By the way, the only one who was civil was Katie and John Jr.. But that was because I just read ‘em books— so he had nothing to fuss abar. When it hit 10:30, I said me goodbyes and told them to stay safe.

I rushed back home where I found Finn smoking. I kept me promise and smacked him upside the head. Told ‘em it was time for school ‘n he ran off to get his stuff. He was getting better. Already getting closer to reading in his grade level.

See ever since I took up the job to be their teacher, I’ve gone to sleep later. It was around 3 in the morning when I was by meself and 12 when Tommy decided he needed sleep. Any other time I would have to hassle him to sleep. His sleep schedule was a mess, but no matter what- he always got up at 5:30 or 6. 5:30 is with sleep while the latter is without.

When I was by meself, I would stay up making the lessons.

It would be critical thinking problems that you’d get back in the 2000s. Stuff that I was asked. For math, it ranged from each kid. Katie was on percentages and long division, Ilsa and Finn were on multiplication and division and the adding and subtracting of long numbers, while Robbie was barely learning how to add and subtract. John Jr. was learning how to count to 100.

It was almost 12 when Arthur pounded at the front door. I had abandoned Finn and ran to tell Tommy, who was in his office in the shop.

I opened the door without knocking which caused him to look up at me.

“It’s Arthur.” I said, almost breathless.

His eyes widened and he instantly got up and rushed past me. I followed after him. We both went to the parlor where Polly was looking after him, working on wrapping up his hand. Tommy took one look at his face then ran out.

‘Grace.’ I thought.

“Ali, heat up a kettle of water, will you?” Ada told me.

I nodded. I went into the kitchen, filled the kettle with water, and heated it up.

“Here ya go, Ada.” I said once it was done.

She took it and set it aside while I walked over to John who was leaning on the doorway. I took on the left since he was on the right.

“John, wipe the blood out of his eye.”

“Since when did you give orders?”

“I'm a trained nurse.”

John and I both had these smirks on our faces while Arthur scoffed.

“Don't make me laugh.” Arthur said. “It hurts me face.”

“I bloody am.”

“You went to one first aid class in the church hall and got thrown out for giggling.” John said.

“Not before I learned how to stop somebody from choking.”

“I'm not bloody choking, am I?” Arthur said.

“You will be when I wrap this cloth ‘round your neck.” Ada said while pouring the water into a pan. The door opened and in walked Tommy with a bottle of rum.

I couldn’t stop the chuckle that came from me throat. John and I looked at each other, still having similar smiles.

“Let me see him.” He walked ‘round to Arthur with a ciggie hanging from his lips. He inspected his face before giving ‘em the bottle of alcohol. “All right, have this.”

Arthur took one swing before putting it back down with a groan. Tommy wrang the cloth of its excess water. “Give me that.” He said, pouring some of the bottle into the cloth before pressing it against Arthur’s face.

He inhaled sharply in pain.

“You’re all right.” Tommy said, trying to soothe him. Both of his hands cradling his brother’s face.

But Arthur clasped his hand around one of Tommy’s arms. “He said Mr Churchill sent him to Birmingham. National interest, he said. Something about a robbery.”

Tommy backed away from him. Almost visibly upset, if you knew how to read him. I didn’t miss the pointed stare Polly gave ‘em either.

“He said he wants us to help him.”

John interrupted. “We don’t help coppers.”

“He knew all about our war records. He said we're patriots. Like him.”

I scoffed to meself since I knew the truth. ‘Fucking bastard! Didn’t even fight in the war.’

“Wants us to be his eyes and ears. I said-!” Then, he groaned in pain. Polly sh-ing him up as she bandaged his hands. “I said we'd have a family meeting, take a vote.”

Tommy said nothing. Just kept staring off. Now that the show was starting, it was so much easier to read him. It was obvious to me that he was rattled, but I’m sure to the rest of the family it looked like he couldn’t have been bothered.

“Well, why not? Hmm? We've no truck with Fenians or communists.”

Tommy kept his mouth shut again. He was looking over at Polly and then at me. He exhaled audibly before Arthur started up again.

“What's wrong with you? What the fuck is wrong with him lately?” He turned to Polly.

She said. “If I knew, I'd buy the cure from Compton's chemists. Ali, come help me clean his face up.”

I stood straight. Tommy and I shared a glance before I looked away and took the cloth that had been discarded onto the table into me hands. I barely touched his face with it and he fuckin’ hissed.

It was the dead of night. I was busy correcting past homework that I had given to the kids. I was on Finn’s math when I heard Tommy’s door open and then close. If I remember correctly, he was supposed to use his pipe to go to sleep tonight.

That worry alone motivated me enough to finish up Finn’s paper faster.

‘The bastard is stubborn. No, all men of this age doesn’t like asking for help. Especially the help of a woman.’

I exhaled with puffed cheeks as I marked Finn’s last problem. I hurried out of me chair and to Tommy’s room. Me robe whipped around me. When I opened the door, he had a fire lit and was rolling out his pipe.

He looked at me. No emotion shown. I was mad. I was-!

‘I didn’t think as I marched up to him. I didn’t slap him, but I slammed me hand down on the light he had lit.’

No, that was just an intrusive thought. I really wanted to do it, though.

I walked up the light and blew it out. “You’re not doing this. You have me.”

“I did this because I don’t want you.” Despite saying that, he rerolled up his pipe and set it down on the nightstand.

“I outta break that thing, you know. Just chuck it into the fire downstairs.”

He whipped his head up at me and he glared.

It made me shiver and not in a good way. Reflexively, I glared back. “Don’t try intimidating me, Thomas. Not tonight. You want to sleep. Let’s do it my way as agreed. Because you have fallen asleep my way and you were the one who set up-!”

“Yeah! Okay, I got it.” Very childishly, he laid down with his arms crossed above his eyes.

I sighed. ‘I should probably ask him about the shovels. If he still hears them with me.’

So, I did.

“Tommy, do you still hear the shovels? Even when I’m here… with you?”

He stiffened. Then, he dropped his arms. He looked up at the ceiling with his jaw clenched. He tsked, closing his eyes. “No. I don’t hear them.”

“Do you still dream abar them?” Me throat burned as did me face.

“Yes. But not as often anymore.” His tone was so sad.

“Then, why were you-?”

“Because. I shouldn’t be relying on you, a girl who’s not my family, to get me sleep at night. One day we’ll have to go our separate ways. It’s only right that you find yourself a good man and you can’t sleep with me then, now, can you?” He looked at me. The look on his face was sharp.

‘It’s like he’s breaking up with me.’ I laughed at the thought.

“You don’t have to worry abar that. I’m not gonna find meself a good man anytime soon.”

“You don’t-!”

“I do! So, let it go and let me help you. You’re a good man, Tom. I don’t want to see you suffer. Especially when all you want is to do is get a good night’s rest.” I stopped fiddling with me hands and dropped them to me sides.

‘He wouldn’t know that there was a warning lying ‘round me words. That he was gonna be suffering more. Soon, he’d have to orchestrate Danny’s fake death. Then, everything else.’

“Fine.” He said.

I took off me robe, climbed over him, and laid beside him. I bit me lip before deciding to speak. “Lay lower than me. Don’t question it, just do it.”

He sighed and did as I said. I scooted meself up then closer to ‘em. “Lift your head.” He did it and I extended me arm under his neck. “Face me.” He did it. His head near me chest. With me free hand, I brought it up to his face and began to stroke his cheek and run me fingers through his hair.

I whispered things to him like, “You’re safe now,” “You’re home,” “Nothing’s gonna hurt you,” and “It’s okay to fall asleep.”

And he fell asleep. He fell asleep fast. I, on the other hand, didn’t. I was too hyper aware of his body being so close to mine. This was the first time I’ve ever held a person of the opposite sex. It surprised me that this even worked!

But, like I said, I didn’t fall asleep fast like he did and sometime during the night, his breathing quickened and his hold on me tightened, by a lot. I figured he was ‘aving the dream abar the tunnels, so I started soothing him again. It took ‘em awhile, but he calmed back down. I couldn’t bloody go to sleep after that, so it took me abar another 30 minutes before I fell asleep.

The next day was calm, nothing noteworthy happened. At night, Tommy told me that I was to head to bed. I asked him why ‘n he said that he was heading to Charlie’s yard. I twitched at the name. I always did when he said that name. After all, it’s me birth name.

The day after that in the midmorning, he ran to me ‘n asked me if his plan to fake Danny’s death would work. I told ‘em yes.

I saw when he came back, visibly disturbed, his head hanging low. I wanted to comfort him but Arthur got to him first. I remembered me place then. I couldn’t comprehend the plot that much. I watched as they had their dispute. I jumped when Tommy closed the book shut and then walked off.

He grabbed me arm before he left ‘n told me I was sleeping by meself t’night too. I nodded and then he left the shop.

That night I watched as the snow fell. Me heart felt as if someone was squeezing it through me chest.

Guess me wish wouldn’t come true, afterall.

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SMEARED LIPSTICK

Fandom: Devil May Cry Characters: Dante, Lirael Thorne (OC) Rating: Explicit A/N: The one-shot is set sometime during my upcoming fic, Memory of the Waters, and features my OC, Lirael Thorne, who some of you might recognize from the AU story Promise Me Forever. @lickitysplitfic and I were talking about how she tries to get under Dante's skin and knows that he's got a thing for messy blowjobs featuring smeared lipstick, and this one-shot was born. It's 6k words of pure smut with just enough plot to justify it, and we hope you have as much fun reading it as we did writing it!

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Lir knows exactly what she's doing when she takes a photograph of herself with artfully smeared lipstick and sends it to Dante.

Two weeks ago, and at Nico's urging, she'd bought her second ever tube of lipstick, a dark, sinful red named Lust, and she'd worn it while going to help Dante at his branch of the Devil May Cry. He'd gotten a strange look on his face when he'd seen her, and it hadn't taken much prodding on her part for him to say that he really, really wanted her to give him a blowjob while wearing it because the idea of making a mess of her mouth was incredibly hot.

Of course, she hadn't agreed right away. While Dante is, perhaps, the most considerate lover she's had in terms of her always having the reins, so to speak, she'd never seen him that desperate, and aren't all good things worth waiting for? So, she'd continued to wear the lipstick around him, and sent him selfies of her wearing it and not much else, and, given the fact that she hasn't really seen him in a week due to the sudden influx of jobs on both ends, she knows that what she's done is just adding fuel to the fire.

Doesn't stop her from grinning as she carefully wipes the smudge away and reapplies, though.

Behind her, Nero taps his foot impatiently. "You ready or what?"

"You driving?" she asks, stowing the tube in her shoulder bag.

"Yeah. Let's go."

They head to the job site with little conversation. The portals around Fortuna had been getting little rips despite having been sealed four years ago, probably someone messing around with some unaccounted-for Order stuff. That's why Lir had been sticking around the city and helping Nero out rather than working with Dante: until they figured out why the rips kept happening, it was way safer.

Her phone buzzes and she swipes the screen, adjusting the brightness now that the sun had gone down. Lir snorts when she reads: Where are u?

Working, she replies.

A moment later: Are you coming here tonight?

No, don't know when we'll be done. Fortuna’s still crazy.

Lir smiles to herself knowing why he is asking. Truthfully, she's itching to get her hands on him too, it being days since she got her fill of Dante. What had started out as a bit of fun had turned into a full addiction, but one she didn't mind too much.

I need to see u babe!

"What are you laughing at?" Nero asks from the driver's seat.

"Dante's whining about the workload," she replies, and he snorts and drapes an arm out of the open window.

"Tell 'im he shouldn't have let a bunch of wackos open gates, then," he says, but there's no real bite to his tone. "Speaking of, can you ask him if he's plannin' on comin' out anytime soon? I wanted to ask him about this new demon we've been seeing."

"Sure." Unlocking her phone, she types: Nero wants to see you about a demon. After a moment's debate, she adds: Do you think it'll dye your skin if I go down on you?

His response is immediate. Don't care, that mouth is going around my cock.

"He said he'll swing by when he can."

Nero nods, then jerks his chin towards the radio. "See if that thing's workin', will ya? I want some music before we kill these fuckers."

She sends off a kiss emoji before stashing her phone, deciding if he answers she should leave him on read. Lir is glad they are headed for a fight, because her heart is racing now at his last text, and she is definitely going to need to work out some of this adrenaline.

The demons are easy enough, not powerful at all but so many that it keeps them busy enough. Nero gets more kills than she does, which kind of bothers Lir, even though she was busy finding the tear and sealing it up. Her knack for opening doors that was unlocked during the Order incident has extended to closing things up as well, so once she figures out where they are slipping in it's easy work.

Once the demons are gone and the hole plugged up, they are sweaty and dirty and trudge back to the van. It's coming up on 11 already, and as Lir flips down the visor to look at her smudged hair and the smeared red on her lips, Nero asks, "Want to get a drink?"

"No, I want a shower," she sighs. "Drop me home?"

"Sure." They pass the rest of the ride in their usual post-fight silence, which is comfortable and much needed for the both of them. It's not until the van is idling outside of the garage she shares with Nico that he says, "Kyrie's making meatloaf tomorrow and wants you to come."

"Tell her if she puts that special sauce of hers in, I'll eat the whole thing."

"Not if I eat it first," he fires back.

With a grin, she leans over to punch him lightly on the shoulder. "See ya tomorrow, loverboy. Give Kyrie some kisses from me."

He waves her off, though he's smiling too, and she climbs the steps to the second floor, fumbling for her keys. To her surprise, the door is open a crack; with a frown, she carefully draws her revolver from it's holster and clicks the safety off, gently nudging the door open with her shoulder. The sight of Dante sitting at her small kitchen table is almost comical since he's so damn large next to it, but the humor dies when she catches sight of the positively ravenous expression he's wearing.

"Good way to get yourself shot," she greets as she flicks on the light and leans White Queen next to the door. "What are you doing here, anyway?"

"Came to see you." He nods to the revolver in her hand. "You had any trouble?"

"Nope." Lir slips the gun into its spot before unhooking the holster and hanging it up.

"Good. Where's Nico?"

Lir chuckles to herself. "She's gone until Thursday. Went to see a vendor about some material."

"Good." There is movement behind her, and when Lir whips around Dante is right there. She sucks in a breath as he crowds her, stepping forward until she steps back and presses on the door. "You ready?"

"Ready for what?" she asks innocently, smiling up at him.

"For me to fuck that pretty little mouth of yours."

She blinks, then stifles a chuckle. "Sorry to disappoint, but you're gonna have to wait. I'm sweaty and covered in demon blood, so I'm gonna shower. You can sit on your hands if you're worried about keeping them to yourself."

"Nope." He leans down, one arm braced on the wall beside her head while he cups her chin with the other hand. "You can shower after. You know I can't stand being teased."

Lir grins and gives him a little shove, not at all surprised when he doesn't move an inch. "Poor thing. Leftie not cutting it for you anymore?"

"Leftie and rightie have retired," he murmurs. This is his thing: flirting, jokes, a sweet bit of self-deprecation . . . but tonight it's different. It's like there's no humor in his tone, and when Lir swallows, his eyes go to her throat.

"Like I said, I need to shower," she replies, her mouth dry.

"Ain't got nothing to do with your mouth, babe." His thumb smooths over her bottom lip, dragging hard across her flesh. Then he holds up his hand and glances at the light red streak on the pad of his thumb. "You still got that lipstick?"

She nods, fishing the tube out of her pocket, and he studies it for a second, his lips curling up in something that's not quite a smile. "Put it on."

Without hesitation, she pops the top off and runs the cream over her lips, rubbing them together to make sure it's applied as evenly as it can be without using a mirror, and then she closes it and deposits it back in her pocket. "You're a fiend," she tells him, only partially teasing.

Dante doesn't reply to that. Nor does he step back. His hands settle firmly on her shoulders, and Lir lets him guide her to her knees, her heart thrumming in her chest at this new display of dominance from him. Can't handle being teased, sure, but that usually ends with him beneath her, growling her name as she rides him. It's never caused this sort of reaction, and she'd rub her thighs together if she weren't kneeling with them apart, because there's an ache that's quicker and fiercer than the ones she's had before.

She runs her hands up his thighs, looking up as he unbuckles his belt. "I haven't stopped thinking about you," he growls as he yanks his jeans open.

Lir smiles and scratches the denim. "Must have been hard."

Dante laughs as he pulls out his cock. It is fully erect, and he pumps his hand a few times as he adjusts the waistband around his hips. "It's hard alright."

He aims the length towards her, and Lir opens her mouth and runs her tongue over her lips. Then she carefully licks the tip, playing with it gently, softly pressing kisses to the head. She slurps a bit around the opening, playing up her lips around his flesh, her eyes steady on his. He tastes like sex, plain and simple, and her body clenches when he rubs his thumb to the tip and reveals that it is already dripping.

Dante winds a chunk of her hair around his fist, using the strands to pull her forward, his cock sliding slowly over her tongue until it nudges the back of her throat. There's already a strain from his girth, and having his eyes focused on her mouth makes her feel a bit awkward, and the tug on her roots is just shy of painful, but all of that is worth it when he rumbles deep in his chest before drawing back. The first few passes are almost gentle, and she appreciates the fact that he's trying to let her adjust. After his behavior, though, the sweetness is almost a letdown, so she reaches behind him and digs her fingers into his backside through his jeans.

Dante huffs a laugh as he cups both sides of her face, his fingers curling under her chin. Then he begins to move in earnest, fucking into her mouth, the sharp jerks of his hips giving her just enough time to draw in short breaths. It's hot as hell, and already she can feel arousal slipping from her to soak her underwear.

He fills her mouth until it almost chokes her, the head pressing into her throat. Lir swallows around him, taking a deep breath as best as she can, tears pricking at her eyes. "Feels so good," Dante groans, his thrusts shallow enough to keep him buried.

This isn't what she normally likes; Lir likes to be on top, in control, but Dante is still somehow as gentle as he is demanding, and it makes her want to please him all the more. She had started out wanting to drive him wild enough to fuck her, but now she only wants to make him come. Lir closes her eyes and sucks his length repeatedly, shivering when he lets go another deep groan.

She drops her hands to brace them on his thighs, trying to ground herself in the solid feel of the muscles beneath his jeans. The sensation of his thumb swiping a line of spit and fluid from her chin makes her moan, the sound muffled to a whine around his flesh, and he curses as he pauses with his cock buried in her throat. "Should've put you on my face," he groans. "Nearly forgot how good it feels when ya do that."

Lir's breath stutters, and she tries to pull back to speak, but the hand in her hair tenses. "Nuh uh, babe. You gonna finish what you started."

Her eyes flash when they meet his, and she moves on her own, her head bobbing up and down with renewed effort. Lir adds a hand, grabbing the base and moving with her mouth, twisting a bit as she works him.

Needing a quick rest, she slowly pulls her mouth off. Dante frowns, but she smiles at him flirtatiously, dragging her tongue along the underside. "You have something on your cock," she says; Lir tries to sound sexy, but her voice is as raw as her throat.

Dante grins. He tugs her hand away and grabs his length, stroking himself quickly. The other hand in her hair tilts her head back, and he presses the head to her lips. "Open up," he says, his tone a clear order. "I want to give you something."

She parts her lips obediently, and the warm rush of his seed coating her tongue has her insides clenching deliciously, as does the guttural moan that tears from him. Lir does her best to swallow every drop, but with her mouth open and how much of it there is, some of it spills over her chin, dripping along her throat. His knuckles brush her face as he milks his cock; by the time he's done, she's certain of two things: one, she probably looks utterly debauched.

Two, if he doesn't fuck her soon, she's gonna wind up begging for it.

Dante strokes her face with one hand, continuing to pump his cock with the other and, while he's moving leisurely, she's startled by the fact that he's still hard. They've gone more than one round before, but there's also been a bit of rest period between, and her mouth waters as he pulls her to her feet. "That's one," he says, his eyes alight with a dark mirth. "Now, when I'm all riled up, I've usually got about six shots in the chamber, so to speak, and I think you've earned some payback for winding me up like this."

He gathers some of his come from her chin, pressing his fingers between her lips until she sucks them clean. "So, what we're gonna do is get in the shower, and I'm gonna fuck you there. Then I'm gonna eat your cunt until you forget everything but my name before fuckin' you until you can't walk straight."

His words are crude and his voice is rough, and Lir can't stand the effect he has on her. Her mouth hangs open as he tugs her to stand, but before she can move to obey he presses her back against the door and kisses her. She grabs his shirt but he pulls her hands away, trapping her wrists over her head against the wood with one hand; the other drags down her front, massaging one breast, then the other, as his tongue fills her mouth.

Lir's jaw is aching still from taking his cock, but she responds when he tilts his head to force the kiss deeper. Their lips slide together as she whimpers, completely under his spell. Where was her sweet, funny Dante? He really is a demon tonight, she thinks, and when he finally lets her go she is panting and looking at him in a daze.

Dante smirks at her, and she sees the lipstick now smeared around his own mouth. She licks her lips, making his eyes narrow. He jerks his chin towards the bathroom, and Lir leads the way, feeling his presence behind her like a great cat on the prowl.

The click of the latch as he closes the door behind them has her swallowing thickly, and she doesn't have to turn to see the way he's watching her; she can feel it, as absurd as that is, as heavy on her skin as his hands had been moments ago. She leans into the stall to turn on the water, setting it scalding like she prefers, then begins to undress, keeping her back to him. There's a low, satisfied hum from Dante when she pulls her shirt over her head, before she hears rustling that means he's taking his own clothes off.

He comes up behind her, his chest pressed to her back as he herds her into the shower, and she's barely got time to say anything before he has her pinned to the wall, the cool tile sending goosebumps up her arms. "I want to actually bathe," she complains, and he laughs as he kisses just below her ear.

"Don't worry, I'll get ya nice and clean," he teases.

Lir bites her lip, loving and hating how much he's affecting her now, and the faint pop of a bottle being opened nearly makes her jump. The scent of her body wash fills the air as his soapy hands land on her shoulders, massaging the knots out. She relaxes with a moan, and he answers with a chuckle as he shifts to cup her breasts, his palms and fingers slippery and wonderful.

"You always feel so good," he murmurs. She feels his cock nudging her backside, the soap that streams down her body now making it slick as he grinds against her. Lir presses her palms flat on the tile to keep herself steady, her eyes closing as his cock pushes against her seam as his hand drags through the hair on her pubis.

Lir gasps when his touch presses to her hood. Her body is soaked in more ways than one and the glide of his fingertips against the sensitive bud as her legs shaking. "Yeah," he groans, thrusting up against her, and Lir gives a choking cry when his cock pumps against her hole.

Dante laughs and turns her around, pushing her back against the wall. "Maybe I'll take you there later," he murmurs, his voice dark and dangerous as he covers her. "Right now I need to be inside your pussy, so open up babe."

She spreads her legs and he grabs the backs of her thighs, hoisting her up with ease and pulling her down to impale her on his cock, smothering her cry with a kiss. They've barely gotten started, and already there's the familiar tightening in her core that leaves her breathless; when he grinds against her, her head spins, her fingers scrabbling against his shoulders for something to grip onto. Has it ever been this quick, this raw? She can't remember and, as he starts to thrust in earnest, she doesn't care.

"Baby, you're so tight," Dante pants.

She turns her head to capture his mouth, groaning around the kiss as his cock batters in and out of her. The orgasm builds faster than she can keep up, and after another minute she pulls back with a gasp, gripping his shoulders and dropping her head back.

Her mouth drops open as the pulsing starts, sharp and intense. "You coming already?" he growls.

He leans in as if to bite her neck, his teeth gripping her skin but not closing. Then he sweeps his tongue across her skin, sending another shudder through her, the contractions continuing on. "Dante!" Lir yelps, yanking on his hair.

He groans in answer, his hands sliding up to knead her backside. "God, I love it when you say my name like that."

His hips slow, and she moans helplessly as he rubs leisurely over her walls; because he doesn't stop, neither does her orgasm, and soon the overstimulation draws a whine from her throat every time he thrusts into her. It's tender, and sweet, and entirely too much, a pleasant sort of torture that drags on and on and on until, with a hoarse whisper of her name, the first waves of his release turn the friction of his cock silky.

Lir is trembling when he finally slips out of her body and sets her down. Her grip on him stays tight to keep herself standing, and Dante presses his forehead to hers, leaving dotted kisses on her lips. "Fuck you are so hot."

She smiles and huffs a laugh, dragging her palms down his chest. "You got me dirty again."

"Easy fix." He eases back, the spray of the water aiming between them. Through lidded eyes she watches him soap her sponge and then gently he washes her body. It's almost charming as he lifts one arm, then the other, then draws large circles around her breasts, before finally dragging the sponge in a long stripe from her chest downwards.

"Don't forget your dick," Lir jokes as he washes her thighs.

Dante looks up with a wink. "If I wash that lipstick off you're gonna have to replace it."

"Don't tempt me," she warns. "Now that I know you've got a fetish, I'm gonna wear it every day."

He grins, a little sharp. "I'm not gonna complain about fuckin' you every day."

Lir snorts and relaxes as he continues to scrub her before turning the sponge to himself. As he soaps up, she sets about washing her hair, sighing as the grime rinses down the drain, her scalp feeling much lighter once she's done. Dante nudges her, and she lets him rinse off, wondering if he's planning to stay. Threats about fucking her until she can't walk are all well and good, but she knows they'll either just go to bed or, if he's got somewhere to be in the morning, he'll head home, and she's almost sad to think about it.

Which is ridiculous.

He turns off the water and steps out, looking around for a moment before he spies the shelf with the towels. He grabs one and she leans against the tile to enjoy the sight of him drying off, his muscles covered in droplets of water that flex as he works. "You like something, sweetheart?" he jokes, peeking through his bangs.

"Fuck yes." Dante tosses a towel to her, then holds out a hand to help her from the shower. They crowd together on the bathmat, and after a quick sweep over her body, Lir winds the towel on her head to squeeze the water from her hair.

"Sexy," he teases, tugging at the end of the towel, and she swats at him with a laugh. "Hope you enjoy the break, darlin', 'cause there's a lot more to come."

She peers up at him. "Thought you were just talking big."

"Now, you know I never make a promise to a lady I can't keep." His arm snakes around her waist to pull her flush to his body, and he grins at her as he carefully pulls the towel from her hair and runs his fingers through the damp strands. "You got somewhere to be tomorrow?"

"Dinner with Kyrie."

"Guess I better get started, then."The kiss this time is more playful, but just as forceful. It does give Lir's head time to clear a bit, though, and by the time he is walking her back to the bedroom, his hands roam her body and his lips and teeth tease her mouth. This is a Dante that is more familiar, and she reaches around to squeeze his backside before snaking her hand over his hip. "Let's get you ready."

"Not yet," he replies.

Lir frowns, but he lifts her easily, half-carrying and half-dragging her to the bed. He flops on top, pulling her easily and lifting her by the hips until she is over his face. Lir leans forward to brace herself on his stomach as she feels his lips graze her slit. In the corner of her eye his cock twitches, and she gasps when his tongue nudges her clit.

Normally, he takes his time, making sure to kiss every inch of her sex until she's a writhing mess. This time, his attention stays focused on her clit, his tongue rubbing over it firmly, and she scratches over his stomach when her hands curl into fists, her head dropped as she pants raggedly. He's relentless, his thumbs keeping her folds parted to expose her pearl that throbs; it's not until his own hips roll the tiniest bit that she realizes that his cock is stiff and weeping, and Lir leans forward to lap at the fluid dripping from the tip.

Dante gives a deep groan. She feels his lips slide along her sex and then his tongue enters her, pressing deep inside. Lir pants as she rocks her hips, her movements restricted by his grip on her waist, but she manages to ride his tongue slightly, forcing the tip to press against the front wall.

She mouths at his cock, not taking it into her mouth, but tracing her lips with the tip and flickering her tongue on the opening. Too distracted by the thrust of his tongue inside her body, Lir opens her mouth to let the head sit on her tongue. Dante pumps his hips to fuck in and out of her mouth as he laps at her until his lips return to her hood and wrap around her swollen clit.

Her back bows with a keen that's choked by his length as her orgasm snaps along her spine, sharp enough that her toes curl. Dante yanks her back so she's seated firmly on his face, his tongue flicking harshly over her clit, keeping her pinned by his hands and his hips so that all she can do is endure, even when the pleasure gains a thin edge of pain.

Finally, he stops, and she slumps against the blankets when he carefully slides her off of him. "Damn," he sighs. His hands smooth over her backside, his fingers teasing along the seam of her body. "You got a choice now, doll, though it ain't much of one."

She turns her head to stare at him. "What?"

"Where I'm gonna fuck you." Dante nudges her legs apart and settles between them, leaning over her. "See, I figure I've had your mouth and I've had your cunt, but this?" He squeezes her rear. "Haven't fucked this yet. But I know it ain't really your favorite, so it's your call."

Lir peeks over her shoulder. "How do you know what is my favorite?"

He laughs and presses a kiss to her shoulder. "I can't stand how goddamn sexy you are."

His mouth moves across her back, pressing kisses against her shoulder blades before trailing down her spine. She sighs and settles into the mattress, her limbs heavy and her body relaxed from the orgasm. When Dante reaches the small of her back, he squeezes her backside again, and pushes so her hips tilt up. She feels him shift on the bed as he nibbles over her flesh until reaching the back of her thigh.

Lir gasps when she feels his tongue at her sex again. Dante pushes her up on her knees, her ass in the air as he licks her slowly. She grips the bedsheet with a groan, unable to help herself as she tilts back to open herself for more. "Greedy girl," he admonishes.

"You can't keep your hands off, and I'm the greedy one?" she mutters. He bites her thigh, drawing a yelp, before returning to her slit, where he laps at her lazily. "You're an ass."

She feels him shrug before he says, "Might wanna choose before I do it for ya."

Her lips press into a thin line as she presses her face to the quilt, thinking. Or trying to between the little jolts every time his tongue nudges beneath her hood or dips playfully into her opening; if she uses his metaphor from earlier, she's got about three rounds, and two have been used, leaving her with one to his three. She's already sensitive enough as it is, so, with a huff, she mumbles, "Next time."

"Next time?"

He moves again, and Lir feels him tug on her arms until she is kneeling, his broad chest against her back. His hands grip her hips and maneuver her to sink down on his cock, her body so wet now he glides inside with ease. Lir sighs and rolls her head back to his shoulder, and when her backside goes flush with his thighs he holds her there for a long moment.

One hand moves to her neck, cradling her chin so her head stays tilted back on his shoulder. The other moves between her legs and strokes her clit, but gentle, feather-light touches that barely register. Dante teases her as he starts to fuck her deeply, his lips dancing on her exposed neck and pressing to the juncture of her shoulder. "Next time? You realize I'm going to fill you again and again tonight?"

"Dante . . ." she groans.

He uses two fingers to open her lips, exposing her clit as his cock drags in and out of her. Then another finger begins to tease it, flicking and pressing in unguessable patterns that have her jolting. "No coming then, Lir," he warns. "I'm nowhere near done with you."

That's easier said than done. At this angle, his cock hits all the right spots, and the haphazard little shocks from her clit every time he touches it already have her in knots. But she can't find her voice, or enough of it, to do more than moan every time he fills her, so she can't warn him. His mouth trails over her shoulder, his teeth scraping lightly over her skin, and she gasps when they go sharp for a second. "Next time," he rumbles, "we'll see if you can handle all of me."

Her mouth is dry as she tries to speak, but in truth Lir can't do anything. Her body is one roll of pleasure after another, his cock pushing her closer and closer to her end, so that when she feels it becoming inevitable she lets go a whine. "Dante, please!" she gasps breathlessly.

He lets her go and she slumps forward, but his hands go immediately to her hips and yank her up and back. Dante begins to pound into her, drilling his cock inside her at a hard, fast pace so that moments later she explodes around him. She presses her face to the bed to cover her screams, her body quickly going oversensitive.

When she is sure she can't take anymore, she whimpers, and Dante pulls out. She catches sight of him looming over her as her eyes close, and then a hand covers her sex, massaging her lightly. "I'm not done with you yet," he says again. Lir feels something nudge at her lips, and when she immediately opens his cock slides into her mouth, burying into her throat.

She's too tired to do much, but that doesn't seem to bother him. He pumps his hips, the tip of his cock never leaving her mouth, as his hands roam her body; one stays over her sex, stroking lightly over her slit, while the other cups her breast and rolls her nipple between his fingers. The pleasure now is dull, soothing, and if it weren't for his touch, she'd doze. Just as she starts to, he slips a finger within her core, and her eyes fly open to find him watching her with a grin that's damn near predatory.

"Need to tap out?" he asks, the taunt clear, and she reaches up to grip the back of his thigh, urging him to keep going. He laughs, rolling her breast with his palm. "Didn't think so."

Lir shakes the haze from her mind as she purposefully begins to suck on his length. Her hand slides around his thigh to reach under for the flesh hanging there, and as she stretches to deep throat his length she strokes him gently. "Goddamn," he curses, his finger teasing her opening, and a second later he pushes his cock deep in her throat as he starts to come.

She swallows the seed as best she can, and when he pulls out there is still plenty in her mouth that she gulps down. Her head rolls to the side as she catches her breath as he lowers himself on top of her, settling between her thighs. Dante nuzzles her chest, biting along the curves of her breasts and flicking his tongue against her nipples as she sags limply under him.

Lir watches as he tastes the pink buds, swallowing thickly when he looks at her again, his expression and his voice back to the predator he has been all night. "I want you again," he growls.

She should tap out. Probably. At least, that's what Nico would say, along with a litany of curses for her being so damn stubborn, but, fuck, he'd challenged her, and she's not going to take that lying down. Or, well, she is, but she's not gonna give in and give him the impression that she can't handle it. "What the hell are you waiting for, then?"

The moment the words leave her lips, he surges forward, and she can't even cry out when he sheathes his cock within her because it knocks the air from her lungs. They've played around with overstimulation before, plenty of times, but it was always playful, while this is rough and, if she didn't know him better, dangerous. His hands clamp around her hips to cant them off the bed, and she sucks in a breath when draws back, only for it to leave her with a groan as he thrusts back in, the pace he sets near brutal.

Lir reaches up and grips the bedsheet, biting her lip as he fucks her. Her toes curl and her knees fall back and open, holding in a scream of pain and pleasure. He is simply so powerful, and it is both frightening and exhilarating to have this man, this demon, holding her and taking her like this. Never once has Lir wanted to be toyed with, to be submissive, to give up control. But with Dante she feels as though she can, she should, and so she arches her back and wraps her legs around his waist.

He groans her name, a hand on her breast, the other on her thigh. Lir is drowning in pleasure, her sex too sensitive for this, feeling every inch that pounds in and out. Dante leans forward to brace one palm on the bed and the new angle scrapes against her clit, swollen and exposed and aching. It is an exquisite sort of torture, being so desired to the point where she may not survive.

Then he drapes over her, his mouth hot and hungry as it seeks her. "Come on my cock," he orders as he kisses her, and Lir knows she has to obey. The new angle puts additional pressure on her mound, his pelvis grinding against her clit, so when her orgasm hits she barely registers except to feel the intensity of the pleasurable contractions sharpen as a fresh wave of arousal covers them both.

Through the haze, she's dimly aware of his grip on her going bruisingly tight and the warmth that fills her, so much of it that it slips out and onto the sheets. Dante pants as he kisses her, his tongue thrusting into her mouth as he fills her, and she forces herself to drape an arm over his shoulders and hold him close until he begins to slow. Even when it's over, he doesn't pull out, instead blanketing her with his body, his cock twitching within her. "Goddamn," he sighs.

Lir makes a noncommittal noise and blinks up at the ceiling. His tone and posture mean he's done, at least for now, and she's got some new things to mull over, namely how insanely fucking hot it was to be dominated by him so completely. Despite the ache already blooming between her thighs, she's thinking over different things to try to get this reaction from again: lingerie, maybe, or, hell, just sprawling naked on his bed with the lipstick on? Him kissing her shoulder draws her back to the present, and she tilts her head to peer at him.

"Where'd you go?" he jokes.

"I'm here," she says weakly.

Dante smiles and moves up, his cock sliding out of her body. Lir stifles a moan as she tries to stretch her limbs, everything feeling sore and overused, like she had spent the whole day climbing. Her eyes open and close as she hears his footsteps on the carpet, and a minute later he returns with a glass of water, nudging her to sit up.

Lir gulps it down gratefully, the water cooling her sore throat. She grabs the bottle of aspirin next to her bed and pops a few before finishing off the water and handing him the glass. "Thanks," she sighs, wiping her mouth with her hand.

Dante studies her face, his brow drawn down. "You want me to go?" he asks.

She considers it. "Nah," she says, after a moment. "Might as well stay. You've still got a toothbrush stashed in the cabinet, right?"

He has the decency to look sheepish. "You know about that?"

"Yeah. And the duffel bag kicked to the back of my closet." With a yawn, she lays back, wrinkling her nose at the wet spot on top of her quilt. "Nico's not due back for a few days, and Nero doesn't come over unannounced. Though if you stay, I'm dragging you to dinner tomorrow."

Dante grins and stands again, heading into the bathroom. Lir takes the moment to admire his backside before he disappears behind the door, and then she stares at the ceiling again, wondering what the hell she is doing. Sleeping with him is one thing; but these overnights are ridiculous. They are gonna get caught, and every time they sleep together Lir promises herself its the last time. It's important to keep the sex just sex before it becomes not just sex.

He returns a few minutes later, turning off the lights before climbing onto the bed. Dante flops in a now-familiar way, using her like a pillow with his head on her stomach. Lir laughs to herself, too tired to protest as her eyes start to close. His fingers trace nonsense patterns on her thigh that lull her into sleep, his strong body solid and sinking against hers.

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11/11/11 Tag Game x2

Rules: answer 11 questions, tag 11 people, give them 11 new questions!

I was tagged to do this game by two different people! So here we go

@maple-writes questions were:

1- Do you like to have a snack or a drink while you write?

Not usually!

2- What kind of genres do you think that you’ll never ever write (for whatever reason)?

I’d never write a book that was just a romance novel. Could never ever do it, do not want, I could never get through that. And although I absolutely adored mystery novels as a kid I’d don’t think I’d ever write one-- my standards for them are too high, I don’t think I could do the red herring and leaving clues but having the reader think it was someone it wasn’t. I don’t think I could pull it off.

3- When did you first start writing?

Technically, elementary school. But it was mostly creative writing for and in class at that point.

4- Why did you first start writing?

I had always loved books as a kid, I was naturally decent at writing as a young kid because of it, and I loved being able to weave my own stories and watch it slowly come alive on the page. I also loved the satisfaction and feeling of accomplishment.

5- When you work on the computer, do you like loud keyboards or quiet ones?

It doesn’t matter to me. My keyboards usually make a bit of noise tho.

6- Do you have any writing friends in real life?

Ha. Yeah. Hey, hey @quilloftheclouds hey, why don’t we do this again and mention again that we’re friends IRL? You can never mention it too many times, right?

But anyway in all seriousness, Quill is a great friend of mine and we can and do spend literal hours just talking about out WIPs to each other. I also have another writer friend back in my hometown who was a big help with Scarlet Silence, and a long-distance writer friend. Writer friends IRL are, honestly, a necessity. I’d never have written/finished anything without them.

7- What kinds of things do you like to do when you’re not writing?

Spend hours with my friends just hanging out, talking, listening to music, watching netflix together, or occasionally going out. I also did pick up drawing and really need to get back into that.

8- Do you ever draw on your own experiences in your writing?

Hell. Yes. Anytime a character is questioning their sexuality or gender, its almost directly me there. In SS I even had a character go on a very, very similar first date to one I went on and based the location off of a real one in my hometown. For example.

9- Who (if anyone) do you share your writing with?

My writer friends :)

10- What are your favorite themes to put in your writing?

Love (of all different kinds), courage and heroism, beating the odds, does ‘grey morals’ count?

11- Would you ever want a movie or tv series adaptation of your wip? How do you picture it?

That’d be fun, maybe.

And @bigmoodword asked:

1. using one sentence summaries, can you tell me about your wips?

A bunch of sea lovers with very different lives and secrets to keep end up stranded on an island and forced to work together.

And

A reluctant-at-first teenage lesbian gets literally pulled into a magical universe, told shes the Chosen One who needs to defeat the seemingly impossible to defeat big bad, and goes off on an adventure with a ragtag group of other kids.

2. what inspired them?

Literally nothing except a desire to write. Waiting for inspiration = never writing with me. I just came up with a few character ideas out of basically thin air and then started planning and writing the type of book I wanted to read. In both cases.

3. which of your ocs do you most identify with?

OOOooooooo.... thats a tough one. I might have to go with Melody from Scarlet Silence. Just, the figuring out she’s gay, having a twin brother, liking blonde girls, being shy and timid at first but growing to become more confident, and overcoming a lot of obstacles? Yeah. There’s quite a bit of me in her.

4. if you’ve ever cried while reading, which book cued the waterworks?

Hasn’t happened! I’ve gotten super emotional and sad, but no actual tears

5. how do you conduct research for your wips and what’s the most interesting thing you’ve discovered in said research?

I write fantasy and do barely any research for my work. Right now I’m just learning that a lot of things we take for granted didn’t exist in the 1700s. Google all the way

6. thus far, which scene has been the most difficult to write?

ohh. Well. Theres a very dramatic, heart-wrenching scene near the end of Scarlet Silence where somebody dies and I had to rewrite it a couple times to get it right. Also, it made me sad to work on. In ASH... I mean honestly the one I’m working on/should be working on right now is seeming to be the most difficult. Introducing this character and how to go about it is proving to be harder than originally thought.

7. which of your ocs do you like the least?

Wow. How dare you. I love all of my children. Do I have to answer this? ........ uuuugggggghhhhhhHHHHHHHH ... maybe Miles. Love him and all he’s just the most one-dimensional which is a little boring (working on it) and I write his accent in which is, on the rare occasion, not what I want to be doing for a few whole pages.

8. which pov and tense do you prefer to write in?

I prefer third person past tense. Trying to stretch myself and write ASH in first person

9. do you write poetry?

Uh. No? I mean. I have like, maybe three times in my life or something like that. Slam poetry > every other poetry

10. who is your writing role model?

I don’t think I have one?

11. if you could give your younger writer self some advice, what would it be?

Oof. It would have to be... keep going. Keep writing, write what you enjoy, you don’t have to share it. And keep reading. Keep reading while you still have time and are able to get into it properly. Never let anyone tell you you read too much, and ‘nerd’ really isn’t the insult you think it is :)

Thanks for tagging me guys! Great questions!!

Tags and my questions under the cut!!

I’m tagging @livvywrites @livingthedragonlife @kriss-the-writing-nerd @abalonetea @yetmorestories @marlettwrites @pens-swords-stuff @adenhamcreations @bookenders @surroundedbypearls @alterrawrites

1. How do you come up with ideas for your WIPs?

2. How do you get past gaps in the plot?

3. What motivates you to keep writing?

4. Do you do any other kind of creative writing?

5. Do you have any other creative hobbies besides writing?

6. What do you do when you’re stuck on a scene and don’t know how to get it out / write it?

7. How do you decide how to end your WIP?

8. When in the process of writing do you decide how its going to end? Or do you kind of just wait til you get there?

9. Why did you decide to join writeblr?

10. What’s your favourite food?

11. If you had to kill off a character in your WIP, who would it be and why?

#11/11/11 tag #tag game #tag meme #SS #ASH #about fall #about me

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twisted-legacies · 3 years ago

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KNOWING YOUR PARTNER WELL CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER.

NAME?

Hello, I’m Selena!

PRONOUNS?

she/her (in a derogatory way because I’m a basic bitch)

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION?

Anyway you can get a hold of me to be honest. Discord, Twitter, Instagram, (though you gotta ask about it. While I’m not creative with my naming different platforms I don’t want you all confused), and Tumblr.

If you can find me, you can talk to me, don’t be nervous! I’m honestly pretty open about anything when I’m not at work.

NAME OF MUSE(S)?

Quentin Nighty-Sallow (you probably know her, she’s my main girl.) Adahy Haida, Das Mana-Alvah, Masawa Naran, Dorji Medusa, Agat Circe, Elias Winterbottom, Kinsey Wallace, Paisha Wallace (side muses I have).

RP EXPERIENCE/HOW LONG (MONTHS / YEARS?)

Unoffically? My whole life because I grew up around that kind of area.

Offically? 8 to 10 years online overall I think, but I’ve been off and on my whole life due to various reasons.

PLATFORMS YOU’VE USED?

I’ve been on so many I lost track if I’m being honest with you.

The ones I remember are Scratch (it’s actually a coding website for kids, but when I was young I got involved in the RP community, then I grew out of it and lost my password so now I just. Kinda don’t visit there anymore.) Roleplay.com for a GOOD while, Quotev (This one I remember the most. . . Bad memories so if there’s quizzes from there I might deny it because. . . I don’t like that website too much due to bad memories.)

I also have used Discord to RP. . . But I’m. Not good at keeping up with people there so I feel bad so I kind of haven’t done it lately.

BEST EXPERIENCE?

With the roleplay experience overall? Tumblr has been my best website experience so far due to everyone being so respectful, Roleplay.com was is in second place but. . . There was some. . . weridos I meet there. Might’ve been just me though. Discord is in third place due to having rules and actually enforcing them properly without people abusing them. . . Unlike other places I’ve been on.

As in an instance? There’s a lot. Honestly most of them can be summed up as people writing or drawing stuff about my OCs or about me. It gets me everytime, I feel like I need to manually reboot myself to get over it. I feel like anytime somebody does something for me RPing I shut down, it’s one way to fluster me according to people I’ve RPed with.

RP PET PEEVES/DEALBREAKERS?

Mostly just being an ass outside of the RP or abusing privileges is my main Pet Peeve.

I’ve been through so much on. . . a certain website. . . that I don’t care too much about fonts, color choice, or writing styles anymore. I’m so used to people putting things in a strange fonts with colors that clash so badly and being like, ‘I can’t read that at all. Um. hELP ME FONT CONVENTER!’ that I often blame it on me than the font or certain words people use.

FLUFF, ANGST OR SMUT?

All of them above work for me! Though I’m super careful about Smut just because Smut is so subjective on what people find sexy and what’s not sexy and not okay at all.

PLOTS OR MEMES?

Both my dudes. I am not picky because inspiration is inspiration, and we can’t control when it hits. If you got something with my characters or about your characters and need someone to talk to, I am here to talk.

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES?

Honestly I’m both depending on the content. I don’t quite care about length, more what the content is.

You can write a two sentences and I might be blown away by the plot twist you just gave me in that two sentence reply, or I might be bored to death when I see you writing two pages worth of describing a single fucking chair that has nothing to do our RP.

I care more about what you write than how much you write for me. I believe in Quality over Quantity I suppose you can put it!

BEST TIME TO WRITE?

As in a time exactly? I’m a morning person, so I often do it early in the day. Though, it depends on motivation, if work will let me, you know. The basic BS.

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S)?

Oh yes. I made them, so of course I pour some of myself in there, even if I don’t realize it. I’ve realized as an RPer I kind of need to or I can’t relate to them. If I had to list them all, we’d be here all day.

Tagged by: the sweet @underaseaofmuses! Sorry I took so long best girl! Going to reply to our RP today!

Tagging: Nobody, this has already made it’s rounds around the group. I’m just late because IRL family drama went down on my end.

#[ 𝓞𝓷𝓮 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓾𝓽𝓮 𝓜𝓸𝓻𝓮 ] - Out Of Character #[ 𝓐 𝓖𝓪𝓶𝓮? ] - Dash Games

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freakypumpkin · 7 years ago

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Part 1) I’m going to be brutally honest here, as someone who was bullied off this site because I disagreed with the people saying 2x07 lacked consent (many even outright calling Alec a rapist themselves), and as a survivor myself, this whole ordeal with cc misusing the word for her own reasons is all too familiar. I’m honestly just tired of people using the worst experience of my life as a cheap way to prove a point.

(Part 2)That being said, the difference for me is in the fact that cc is supposed to be a professional. The fact of the matter is, she made a choice to reply in such a frankly stupid way when all she had to do was ignore it, or heaven forbid, show some maturity. And it’s not like this was a one time thing. She’s never, ever, handled criticism well. Her lashing out, getting called on it, than deflecting the blame is basically her MO at this point. And I sadly don’t see that changing anytime soon.

(Part 3) As you pointed out, she completely and utterly missed the point. Not to mention the sheer nerve of her disregarding people’s outrage over fictional characters when she herself came after the show runner over something as benign as Simon not being a two timer. I think it’s safe to say that the women lacks any sense of self reflection. (Finish)

About this post

Thank you for sharing your opinion. I’m sorry, that you had to go through such horrid experiences. And never stop being brutally honest with these things, it’s very important to have people speaking up. So, thank you for doing it.

CC’s behavior has become worse and worse, since the show started and having success, also the voices about comparing it to the books and all, growing louder. But I feel like it’s a grave she’s been digging for herself over the past years as she’s already shown, that while writing the books, she’s not open to criticism and that led to the books, that are of less quality with wasted potential.

Another point is, that she is pretty tone-deaf regarding important things, and only uses them, when she needs it, but doesn’t have any serious interest in it. Things like charity; when she announced she was writing the Malec First Time, she said it was for a LGBT+ charity, she didn’t name a specific charity, didn’t call people to donate in general, it was just a fancy label for why she wouldn’t post the Malec story like she did with three (?) sex scenes of straight couples on tumblr. (Also, this ended with the Malec trilogy being announced, which is now pushed back to 2019, I think, and no mentions of a charity anymore.)

Or her complains about how she was treated for writing a gay character or downright ranting about how ‘some hot dude actors’ took the characters away from her and how all her hardship stems from being a woman in the industry. She mentioned in an article, that at a signing, a fan confronted her with the accusation ‘that she would probably want to kill off Alec’ (paraphrasing here) and replied ‘Of course, I could kill him, it’s my characters’, but not understanding at all what kind of fear that question was born from and why the fan was so shocked at her answer. She didn’t get the point of people being worried of not getting the Malec wedding in the POV of either Magnus or Alec, and she went on a long explanation about ‘What POV really is’. She always talks down to people and acts like they don’t get the ‘magic craft of writing’. (Not to mention, that her POVs are really inconsistent.)

This list goes on and on, but yeah, basically I feel a lack of heart in what she does and how she writes, how she just throws in LGBT+ characters like ticking off a list. She busts out big topics, when she needs it and uses the book fans as shield by saying ‘I’m speaking up for the fans of the books, that were upset/triggered by this and that’.

I have the theory, that she got too big too soon. The world-building she did for TMI lasted for the three books and that should have been it. If that hadn’t been the hit it became, it could have been her training trilogy with her possibly expanding the universe, nothing against that, but staying a smaller name, so there’d be less of a rush to deliver again with TID, while writing the next three TMI books. It was too much at once. She mentioned in an interview for the movie, that publishers told her, nobody wanted to read about werewolves and vampires, etc. but then she got published anyway and maybe a ‘See, I knew I was going to make it’-reaction happened and she closed herself off to any critical voices because they’ve been wrong once … and that spiraled out of control.(It’s just speculation on my part, but I do know that feeling and had that reaction, and I guess I’m lucky, that I’m not published or a public figure in any way. I feel like the reaction would be even stronger then.)

I think, the TMI characters are still the biggest draw and with the show producing new material for those, with her trying to establish new characters, that catch less interest because they are new, is getting more and more difficult. In addition to that she keeps loosing people with her behavior, she definitely did with that comment. And her constant dismissal of people’s concern and that narrative ‘they are just fictional characters‘ doesn’t help her much.

Then she’s taking on too many projects at once, writing for different universes, which dilutes the quality of each book. And I did notice, that in the big bookstore in my city, they also don’t have the TDA books on major display anymore and almost always in combination of a TMI box set. I think, that says something compared to the display of past years.

I’m just always confused how you can be a writer and constantly dismiss the importance of fictional characters and their impact. (I mean, I have my share of OCs and favorite characters and as a very introverted person, they have been some of the best guides in my life.)

I’m sorry for this getting so long, but sometimes when I get talking, it’s hard to stop because with certain topics a lot of things have piled up. I hope, I didn’t completely overrun the point you wanted to make.

Have a nice day!

#anon #anti cc #personal opinion stuff

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razrrgames · 7 years ago

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there are a few things i wanna write about real quick just to get them off my chest

none of this is overly negative or anything, just some thoughts ive been having

i know i’ve been really slow. and i feel bad about it All The Time. i never finished file:blue for many reasons, one being executive dysfunction is a bitch, and because i think it was way too ambitious for me at my current skill level. i have a huge problem with planning out big exciting things, but then i end up running into multiple problems along the way and it kills my drive and it make that executive dysfunction worse. i think my main problem with that plan was i had my beginning and my ending planned out, but the entire middle of the story was missing. i couldnt come up with good reasons to delay the time between the beginning and the ending of the game aside from shoving useless puzzles into it to stall for time, and i’m not even good at solving puzzles (much less writing them)

maybe i’ll tackle it someday.

but for now, there’s something else.

i respect every dev out there who goes out of their way to learn programming, learns how to do all these amazing things to make their games look and operate the best they can, and it floors me every time.

and the more i think about that, the more i realize that direction isn’t one that’s best suited for me.

i’ve been dabbling in a lot of things my whole life. a few of those things are complicated and require a lot of steps to do them correctly. they’re still fun and i still enjoy them, but... i dont know. i just. feel like i dont really want to get complicated with RPGmaker.

for others, you want to learn to do all the coolest things and i love watching others do that, i love watching others use their creativity and knowledge to advance themselves and their games.

and the more i watch others, the more i realize that. well. that kind of approach isn’t right for me.

i made after the bell because i just wanted to make a cute, short game where all you really do is interact with objects. i focused on making all the art myself, and i didn’t have a complicated story in mind at all. in fact, when i first started the game, i never even planned to release it publically.

EPP and Riitami are the same deal; the goal is just to walk around and interact with things.

and i think that suits me just fine.

i’m not going to be making a masterpiece anytime soon. i’m never going to make something that’s award-worthy, or well thought out and deep enough to start conversations and speculation.

the games i enjoy making are short, cute, and the only goal is to walk around and interact.

that’s what i like doing.

others may not like that; that’s perfectly fine. maybe some people will think i’m just lazy, or a cheapskate, or uncreative; maybe you’re right. it’s entirely possible that you’re right.

but you know what? after spending the last few weeks hating myself and feeling worthless, i finally came to the conclusion that maybe it’s okay to be those things sometimes.

maybe it’s okay that i never learn to do complicated things because i don’t enjoy doing it.

maybe it’s okay to take an easy way out sometimes.

maybe it’s okay that i’ll never be up to the same level as other people.

maybe it’s okay.

while others can fill the space for well thought out games, deep and complicated stories, interesting game mechanics, well fleshed-out characters, meaningful symbolism and metaphors, etc etc... maybe i can fill the space for games that aren’t good.

maybe i can still work on my simple, uncomplicated, extremely short games, and it’ll still be okay.

i’m sorry if i’ve disappointed you. i know some people were probably expecting really great things from me. but all i’m going to be able to provide for now, is games that are simple and short. i can’t give you meaningful metaphors. i can’t challenge you with good puzzles.

i originally started dabbling in RPGmaker because i just wanted to bring some of the OCs i’ve had for years to life in a new way. i wanted to have another medium with which i could explain their stories and personalities to other people. making something short with just a couple maps and no big puzzles is something i enjoy doing. i feel like it suits me.

if that’s a bad thing, i’m sorry. if you get angry at or hate me or whatever, it’s okay, i understand.

i’m sorry i can’t promise everyone that i’ll be making a big masterpiece.

i’m sorry i work so slow. rpgmaker is more of a side hobby for me than anything else. i really do respect those who put all their heart and souls into their games; i love playing new games, and i’m excited for every single person that has a new release, or they’re celebrating an anniversary, or they’re excitedly posting about a new mechanic they figured out.

i love seeing everyone’s work! i really do! i’m constantly looking for new games, trying out ones that have just been released, keeping up with development of others’ works.

i love playing good games, i just can’t make them myself.

and maybe that’s okay.

i’m not quitting or anything, this is just. something that’s been on my mind for a while.

i hope everyone will continue to work hard, and despite my own lack of skill in creating games, i’m more than happy to play yours. i’ll gladly bugtest for you, i’ll gladly draw you some promo art and talk about your characters with you, and i’m more than happy to be your cheerleader.

thank you for all the hard work you all do, and thank you for the support i’ve gotten up till now.

my games may not be good or big or complicated or challenging, but i hope whatever i manage to get done will be enjoyed by some people anyway.

thank you for reading.

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iit-s-kitty · 8 years ago

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Mr. Brightside | Zack Taylor | Prologue

So here it is, folks: the Zack/OC story I’ve promised through and through. I’ve had this idea in mind for a long ass while, though not for the Power Rangers fandom, but then this movie just BEGGED me to do so. And besides, this fandom needs some OC love x3

Warnings!: The OC is a bit of a busybody (oh really?), might been some typos. Just my suckish writing in general.

Disclaimer: No, I do not own the Power Rangers nor its characters. Those belong to Haim Saban and Lionsgate.

For @esteicy-blog

Also on Archive of our Own.

Detention wasn't exactly how she had planned to spend her Saturday mornings, yet her mother made herself very clear it was out of the discussion a way out— she was going and she didn't have any other choice.

And god knew her headphones weren't enough to block out those idiots on the back of the classroom. She was indeed tempted to put on her hoodie like the most stereotypical problem kid just to block the noise— if not because then she might draw the attention of the actual problem kids. She had already enough problems by just being there and she didn't need to add up bullies getting on her nerves.

Not like she could concentrate on the music that much, not when a piece of eraser hit the back of her head with way too much force on it, and as she put on back the headphones the not really discrete snorts of the others came to her ears.

Then again, she already enough problems just being there, it seemed.

"Sorry, I'm sorry!" It was actually kind of heartwarming they tried to act like they cared, when the next minute they would turn around and do the same thing all over and over again. High school in a nutshell, she thought with a bitter snort, her head resting between her arms on the desk and hoping, just hoping, the professor would arrive soon just to put an end to all of that crap.

At the very least, they really didn't seem to mind her that much— heck, if not for the eraser incident, she was almost invisible to it. She decided she like that long ago, being invisible saved you a lot of trouble in places like Angel Grove High.

Unfortunately, not all people were invisible.

The malicious cheers were loud enough for her to hear, even though the loud accords of the song. She knew why they were cheering, though, and she just had to rise a little her sight to watch Kimberly Hart (the Kimberly Hart) walk down the stairs— with her beautiful mane of hair chopped off.

It was almost kind of endearing how she took pride on the roughly chopped strands of hair, for even being there. Some students would say she had been glad when she punched Ty straight on the face, but she knew that in high school the wildest of rumors would come out and it wouldn’t mean a damn thing.

Only, she didn’t knew that perhaps the wildest of things could indeed happen.

Perhaps, if she had been a little more pessimistic, she would have thought that along with Jason Scott's defense of Billy Cranston, somebody like Kimberly Hart being in detention and cutting her hair like that would be the first signs for the end of the world.

"Miss Dean, no headphones on. C'mon, take those off." And she sighed, yanking out the strings off of her ears before looking at the clock.

Not even ten fucking minutes yet, and these would be her routine for the next three weeks. She groaned under her breath, answering the 'Eleonor Dean' call from her teacher before mentally preparing herself for the next five hours.

Looking on the bright side, at least she couldn’t say she didn’t saw some interesting things while in detention.

“How was your detention?” but Eleonor couldn’t care about the future scolding her father would try to give her (god knew the only ones she would be worried about would be her mother’s), as her eyes found Billy Cranston, unsurprisingly, following Jason Scott.

She found it kind of sad, actually. Billy was a good boy, but too naïve to see that someone like Jason did that for him because he, alongside most of the school, hated Colt Wallace and his gang.

“Not bad.” She answered, not seeing how Jason turned back again to Billy.

It was official— the world had gone crazy. Or at least those were her thoughts as she saw Billy Cranston (Billy Cranston, the same guy who would clap when he got excited and wouldn't harm not even a fly) surrounded by guys. And perhaps that wouldn't be that much of a surprise, if not for the fact that he head butted Colt, the same bully from detention and Angel Grove High’s pain in the ass, just twenty minutes ago.

Billy Cranston, the same guy that made his lunchbox explode, head butted a bully. She humorously thought that perhaps Jason did taught him a thing or two when they left detention that morning.

Well, that’s what she thought before seeing him being dragged by no other than Kimberly Hart. It was indeed surprising, but after thinking a while, it made sense— perhaps a way to get back her lost status? That and more other questions ran through her head, as she saw the two going to Scott.

In the scenario her mind made, it seemed logical that she would hang out with them— and yet there is a strange feeling on the inside of her gut when she stared at them, like something was bound to happen but she couldn’t place if it was whether a good thing or bad thing.

"Well, talk about strange." One of the guys she shared her table spoke, drawing her attention and yet, her gaze was glued to the trio. "I mean, I get that she hangs out with Scott, but Cranston?"

"Well, perhaps she likes guys that step up to bullies." She tried to reason, but actually, trying to ignore the feeling, as if her insides churched and something banged on the back of her mind.

"It would be a good headline for the next issue, don't ya think?" Her friend snorted, as she slurped on her soda before trying to talk about something else, anything else.

'There is nothing going on' or at least, that's what she told herself— when in reality, her eyes followed the three students during the whole period, even when they ran away from the cafeteria— and then she saw the giant mess behind, with- oh god, where those trays melting?

No, no— just… no.

There was nothing wrong with them.

There was nothing going on with Kimberly Hart, Billy Cranston and Jason Scott. Nothing.

Then why did she felt that something really bad was going to happen?

The next time she saw them, they were back again at detention— and more importantly, they were together again.

'They're just friends.' She told herself, trying to hear the song in her headphones— trying not to listen to the back of her head that tells her that something is going to happen and it involves them.

"Miss Dean, is there something wrong?" The voice of the teacher caught her attention, yet not as much as the trio now foursome. Wait, who was that girl again?

“Miss Dean, I’ve said: is there something going on?” and Eleonor licked her lips, for the eyes that darted towards her let her knew she had been caught, and the voice of the teacher in front of her told her she would have bigger problems if she didn’t answer.

She sighed, sulking yet again on her seat.

"No, sir." And yet, her mind told her otherwise.

"Eleonor, ELEONOR"

She could hear her mother's shouts from across the hall, over the cracks of the concrete and as the screams of the people outside their house filled her ears— yet everything seemed to be like it was going too fast, as if she might blink and when she opened her eyes she would be under the pile of rubble.

She had been right— something did happen, only that she didn't thought it would be 30 story monsters made of gold attacking the town. God lord, how was that even possible? How could something like that happen in real life?

Not like she could ponder anymore on the subject, the cracks on the ceiling alongside a tremor that almost made her fall on her feet told her otherwise.

"Tara?!" She screamed through the room, trying to find the toddler through the bundle of sheets. She didn't have to look that much, anyway, she had found the crying little girl wrapped around her teddy bear like dear life and before any of them had realized, Eleonor put her arms on her shoulders. "Didn't you hear?! We need to get out of here!"

She didn't let the little girl have a chance to say something, for she knew what Tara would have to say and it was not like they had anytime to say anything. Whatever they had to spoke, it could wait until they were safe.

The next thing she knew was that they were already running to find shelter, a savior, something that would tell them everything would be alright.

When you saw a movie, whatever the situation was, you were safe, you were calm because you knew the characters on screen weren't on any real danger— they didn't feel anything. And the trick was that being that way, you would never thought that could happen to you.

Perhaps that’s why, when they had seen the creature approaching the town, nobody had taught of what to do— at least, not something reasonable. In Eleonor’s case, she had been outside when she spotted the monster, before her phone started to ring and telling her that how could she had forget about her sister at home.

It had been kind of a miracle to get there on time, being that everybody was already running away to Reefside or anywhere else. It had been kind of a miracle that her sister had been— that she…

And there was Eleonor, holding little Tara while she pondered how her mother could left them like this, how could anything like this could happen and trying not to get the both of them lost in the crowd.

"Lenny, look! A knight!"

"Tara, what—?"

And just as you couldn't imagine yourself in those kinds of situations, you couldn't imagine yourself getting out of them.

She saw in awe the robot in front of them, in front of the whole town, dancing in a victory pose as the gold that was the monster melted down the streets.

They were saved by a robot, a giant robot. They were alive, and safe, and as far as they would keep on like that, Eleonor could live with what just happen.

“Well, look who has decided to join us.”

When Eleonor returned to school, her headphones had been lost on the attack of the monster— the sole reason why she could hear the teacher call out for the new face on detention. And just as many whispers had run in detention class the moment Jason Scott and Kimberly Hart walked in, cheers and whispers full of malice filled the room when Zack Taylor walked in.

It was almost a running joke that, when a student would not attend to class, they've warned them not to turn into the next Zack Taylor. The boy wouldn't attend most of the year, and would only show up during evaluations so that he wouldn't lose the school year. Some people would spread some morbid rumors about what he would do to pass the year— heck, some even wondered how could they even let him in, but everyone with common sense would tell it was because of personal matters— or because he was indeed that much of a slacker.

What in other occasions would have her mildly impressed, now had all of her attention, for Eleonor's eyes were glued to the small group in the back of the class, even when the new student was supposed to show up.

Call it paranoia, but something in her mind ringed when she saw them together. That something, while not wrong, was indeed going on with those five. Not every day five teenagers would befriend one another out of nowhere— something must have happened.

“Well, how was your last day of detention?” but this time, Eleonor didn’t even thought of an answer for her father— her eyes were on the small, new group of Angel Grove.

She sighed, before taking her bag and stepping out of the car.

“I’m gonna go for a pizza, I’ll call later” and before he got any chance to ask her about it, Eleonor was running away from the car— and towards the trail they’ve left behind.

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blairaptor · 8 years ago

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Will you be making the Portal/Jurassic world AU into a fanfic?? Ive seen all your artwork for it and I'd love to have it made into a fanfic I've been stalking your page for quite some time waiting to see if you would be doing that anytime soon.

Ahh wow I’m honored that you’ve been stalking my page looking for news about it. I’m glad you like the idea that much! I figured I’d answer this ask in some detail since I’ve been needing to make a post about this topic anyway. It got a bit long so I’ve put it under the cut.

My original idea was that I’d just jot down the ideas I had related to this crossover and, when I’ve got them making sense, I’d post them. I’d also post perhaps written scenes here and there and of course illustrations, but I’d never write out the entire thing.

I think writing out the whole thing would be redundant since at this point, I’d sorta just be rewriting Jurassic Park, but with Portal characters. Jurassic Park is a 400 page book and I feel there’s not enough originality to my idea for it to be worth writing out in full. Also, I like to write about my OCs but I’ve never wanted to write fanfiction because I don’t feel very confident using/writing characters that aren’t mine.

But the main issue is time. I have a webcomic and while I’m on break from it right now, in June I have to get back to it and try to finish it before my next school year starts. And for most of the month of May I’ll be doing a study away in Greece, so I won’t be doing anything except traveling and doing that study for a month. All this doesn’t leave much time for Portal drawings.

Obviously I want to do more with this AU/crossover idea and I’m hoping to make content for it when I get back from Greece, but I bet my mind will have moved on to others things due to all the art and architecture I’ll be studying there.

So short answer is: We’ll see what happens, but for now I’ll just post illustrations and maybe some text to describe my ideas for what the story would be. :)

#jurassic portal #blair speaks #Anonymous

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taetaeby · 8 years ago

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Shadows and Monsters | I.

Matilda’s Story

Songs used: Wanderer’s Lullaby by Adriana Figueroa

Pairing: Wonho x Matilda (reader/OC)

Genre: fantasy!AU, light angst, fluff.

Warning(s): none for this chapter

Word count: 2066

Description: “They beg me to write them so they’ll never die when I’m dead and I’ve grown familiar with villains that live in my head.”

Next chapter: The next part is going to be based on Wonho’s story just the way the OC’s was with some more explanation of this chapter and a new character will be introduced.

In later chapters: There will also be mentions of Got7, Exo, Monsta X and BTS members in future chapters along side the OC.

A/N: The idea first came to me by listening to Hasley’s song Control, but later on I got some ideas that I wanted to incorporate into the story. This chapter is explaining the start of this series. It is based on the OC of this series going by the name Matilda. If you have any questions about the character let me know. I’ll make a character sheet when all of the main characters are reveiled.

They send me away to find them a fortune, a chest filled with diamonds and gold…

The Sun shone through the leaves bringing light in the dark Willow forest that consumed you all around, leaving only a muddy path filled with rocks in your vision to take. Not even the horses found comfort in the depths of this forest as there was no sound hearable. The wind that grazed your face was the only thing that you felt in that moment. It almost felt like the whole place was dead if it weren’t for the movements of the plants and the quiet sounds the ants made in an attempt to move their food from one place to another. The sounds only you were able to hear.

At one point your white majestic horse stopped in his steps knowing very well that he wouldn’t make another step forward. It was understandable to you, he was obviously afraid even though this wasn’t his first time coming this deep into the forbidden parts in the woods, guarded by the best elf guards in the whole entire kingdom. Yet you managed to convince one of your guards, Park Jimin, that you just wanted to take a look around and begged him to distract your other, clear thinking guards, while you made a sneaky move past them into the forest.

You were able to do so because one day a little bird choppered to you that Park Jimin, one out of your six guards, has some feeling towards you even though it’s forbidden and if the king found out, a.k.a. your dad, he would lose his position as a guard and would have to leave the Tale kingdom. But you were the only person that knew this piece of information and you thought why not use it to your advantage, like in this particular situation.

You weren’t going to lie, Jimin was cute and had that little something that made the ladies in the kingdom swoon over him, like with the rest of your personal guards. But you never thought of him as something more than your guard and a good friend for an elf. And the reason you had six personal guards in the first place was because your father at some point found out that you liked to wander outside the kingdom a little too far and too often for his liking. So the best he could come up without having to lock you inside the palace, was to hire extra guards and especially the elf ones because they were the best of the best out there.

As seen, this didn’t stop you either in your missions. You were still doing the same things that you did before your father did this and you weren’t planning on stopping it anytime soon. After all, you had two reasons to wander into the woods in the afternoon every 3 days.

One: you were the one person that was willing to make trips into the forbidden area of the forest to help the kingdom’s wizard and your best friend by far in the palace, Kim Namjoon. He was the most interesting person to have a conversation with, he knew everything that was going on outside the walls and even in other kingdoms. He was like a magic ball that knew the answer to every single question that occupied your mind and you could always come to him for advice or for a potion that you couldn’t make on your own. Mostly you got the sleeping potion for your maids and guards so you could sneak away in the middle of the night to listen to the conversation of your father and the kings of other kingdoms. He was just the best person for anything.

Two: you couldn’t go longer than two days without seeing Wonho, the Clan leader that had his headquarters in the banned parts of the Willow forest because the kings of the kingdoms and wizards weren’t able to step inside because some magic spell was set to protect them from the evil. You were allowed to be there, you were Wonho’s and the spell sensed some kind of other energy that was stronger and could break it, love.

That’s how you were in this place right now. To say you weren’t scared was a lie, you were so afraid that someone might come out of nowhere and make this your death trip in not even a second. That’s why you made sure to carry your bow and arrows with you which Namjoon put a paralyzing spell on the tips of the arrows to buy you some time if something were to happen.

As you were getting further away from your horse, the panic and fright that you felt made the forest even quieter than it actually was. You couldn’t hear anything, the only thing you felt was the rapid beating of your heart that picked up speed every time you took another step forward. The wind suddenly stopped blowing, the ants weren’t noticeable anymore, the light from the Sun was disappearing.

The next thing that happened scared you to the bones because it all happened in the blink of an eye. You heard your horse before turning around and seeing it run away following the path you came from. With you being in panic and not knowing what to do, you were going to shout after him before you were pulled behind a tree with your mouth covered up by the stranger’s hand. Now feeling even more afraid you started wiggling and trying to break free from his hold, but after you noticed the familiar scent that filled your nostrils you calmed down a bit stopping in your actions to understand what was going on.

When Wonho noticed you recognized him, he loosened his hold on you while still keeping you close to him. The sound of branches breaking under the weight of seven horses filled the quiet forest and you knew these people weren’t here for no good. They suddenly stopped in their ministrations searching around the spot you left your horse not even 5 minutes ago and the voice of someone from the guys could be heard.

“Well, well, well. What do we have here?” His voice sounded awfully familiar yet you couldn’t place it together with a face but you knew you heard it somewhere before, you were sure of that. “Looks like our little princess wandered off again alone into the woods. What a shame we couldn’t catch up with here.”

Suddenly it hit you, how could he know it was you? You were sure they only saw the horse but how can he assume it was you? It could’ve been anyone else from the Tale kingdom but he sounded so sure that it was you and no one else. That send goosebumps down to your bones at the fact that this person was someone who knew about your daily escapes into the forest and maybe also knew about the thing that you had with Wonho.

“But it looks like she already left?” The other guy spoke. “I saw her horse run in the other direction just when we made it here.”

“She must’ve known about this the whole time. That’s why we couldn’t catch her in the first place.” The first one spoke again. “Run as much you like Princess Matilda, but one thing I can promise you. One day you’ll be mine and no one will even know you went missing. Just wait and see.” Something felt off about this whole thing. If he didn’t know, which you hoped he didn’t, that you were still in the forest, why would he be saying all those things? Unless he really knew that you were still there but didn’t look around anyway. “This day might not be today. It might not be tomorrow. You’ll never know when it’s going to happen. One thing I’ll let you know. You. will. Be. Mine.” With that last word, the sounds slowly faded which meant their departure.

This scared you, even more, knowing that there is someone who wants to literally kidnap you. Not that, that is something new to you but to hear that the person knows where you are at this time is what is frightening you the most. After all, you were the Tale kingdom king’s daughter, a fairy and a healer, and that alone made you more valuable than anything else in these lands. There is this story that people are ready to kill just to get one centimeter of your silver hair because apparently, it is worth a lot more than you think. Maybe that’s the reason why your father assigned you six personal guards that, as it seemed all this time, weren’t doing a good job in protecting you considering they didn’t even know where you were because of Jimin.

After Wonho was 100% sure you were safe and the seven-man left, he let go of you completely making you turn around to see that it really was him. Upon seeing his figure in front of you, you exhaled a breath you didn’t know you were holding in and put your arms around his neck to bring him in for a hug. He immediately hugged you back, locking his hands behind your lower back drawing circles there to try and calm you down. Your cheeks were light pink and wet from the tears that never stopped, puffy eyes, your whole body trembling. You were thankful for him to by holding you right now. You don’t even wanna know what would’ve happened if he wasn’t there to help you. Would they have taken you away? You don’t know and you surely don’t want to find out.

“Wandering child of the Earth

Do you know just how much you’re worth?

You have walked this path since your birth

You were destined for more.”

Out of nowhere, Wonho started singing you one of your favorite songs that your mother used to sing you every time life was harsh to you until she passed away 4 years ago.

“There are those who’ll tell you you’re wrong

They will try to silence your song,

But right here is where you belong

So don’t search anymore.”

The only people that knew about this song were your mother, your father because he used to secretly eavesdrop when she sang it to you cause he loved to hear her voice. And there was also Wonho who you told about it when you started to feel that there was something more you felt towards him, more than just friendship.

“You are the dawn of a new day that’s waking,

A masterpiece still in the making.

The blue in an ocean of gray.”

Just like it did when your mother sang the song to you, you were relaxing in his arms while he was quietly singing it just for your ears to hear and slowly started swaying you from side to side.

“You are right where you need to be

Poised to inspire and to succeed.

You’ll look back and you’ll realize one day.”

Closing your eyes you let the words flow through your veins, let in all sink into your skin. You wanna feel the energy you lost find it’s way back home, back to you.

“In you eyes there is doubt

As you try to figure it out,

But that’s not what life is about

So have faith,

There’s a way.”

In your mind, you pictured that this was your mother singing it to you with her angelic voice as she stroked your head in the most sweets way.

“Though the world may try to define you,

It can’t take the light that’s inside you

So don’t you dare try to hide,

Let your fears fade away.”

As he finished the song, you looked up at him directly in the eyes that sparkled with every single second that passed. He was all you needed in this moment, nothing could bring you back to life if it wasn’t him. With that in mind, you brought him in your a soft kiss. As you kissed, the night came and you were in pure darkness surrounded by nothing else besides Willow trees and little fireflies started circling around the two of you as you never wanted this moment to end.

To be continued…

#kwritersnet #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines #wonho imagines #wonho scenarios #monsta x imagines #monsta x scenarios #kpop angst #kpop fluff #wonho fluff #monsta x fluff #wonho angst #kpop au #monsta x au #monsta x angst #kpop fanfiction #monsta x fanfic

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genehackmon · 8 years ago

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Tamersona Week 2017 Day 3: Digital Devices

Barely making it on time for day 3!! I’m having a ton of fun writing Jules’ adventures and reading about everyone’s tamersonas throughout the week!!

I’m thinking about adding some of the tamersona community’s OCs to Jules’ story to spice up the fun! @elecmon @tortamon @lighdramons I’m lookin’ at y'all - would y'all be down for that? Is there anything about your tamersonas you want me to make sure to represent?

Anyway, without further ado, Jules and Buns’ adventure continues!

Prompt 3: Digital Devices (Feb 17th, 2017)

Jules woke up on the sandy shore. It was dark, but the moonlight illuminated his surroundings in a faint hue. He scrambled, patted his own body - still in one piece. He noticed his clothes were dry. He looked around him frantically, and there he was - Buns, just a few feet beside him.

Jules rushed over to Buns, who was back to his usual Terriermon self. He was face down in the sand. Jules’ stomach dropped. He turned Buns over, and breathed a sigh of relief - Buns was snoring like a pig, fast asleep. He plopped down next to Buns and started to laugh at himself, amazed that they had just survived such a crazy ordeal. As he started to finally relax a bit, he noticed a long shadow looming next to where he and Buns were laying. He stopped laughing, and looked up.

Before him, Jules saw an imposing dragon towering up from the edge of the water. It had to be at least twenty stories tall, and it gleamed with golden armor as it cast a majestic gaze down on Jules with two glowing eyes. “This can’t be real,” he thought, “first a giant squid, then a demon, now a dragon?!”

“Yo!” Jules heard a voice call from behind him, a human voice. He was almost too scared to pull his eyes away from the dragon, in case the thing lunged at him to eat him, but on second thought, he considered he would rather not see the thing’s jaws coming if that was his end. “Yo! You awake now, huh?” called the voice. He turned around.

It was a young man with blonde hair, probably in his twenties, like Jules. He was wearing a salmon button down shirt, shorts, and sandals. He didn’t seem cold, despite the chilly San Francisco ocean breeze.

Jules didn’t know what to say - whether to ask who the guy was, or what was that giant dragon staring at him, or how he ended up on the beach. “Uh… um…” he started.

“It’s okay, I’ll explain. Don’t worry,” the young man cut in, reassuringly. “Hey, I’m Michael. And that over there, that’s my partner, Bates!”

Jules turned around again and looked at the dragon, “Th-that’s… y-your… partner?!”

“Yeah man, just like how you have a Digimon too!” Michael answered casually, “You and your Terriermon there were in quite a rough patch, huh? I’m glad Bates and I spotted you two before it was too late.”

Jules was still trying to process all the information, “This… wha - … you… how… “ His Digivice beeped. He took it out. “METALSEADRAMON,” it read. He took another look at Bates. “That’s your partner?!” he repeated.

“Haha yup! Bates and I went full court press when we saw that MarineDevimon come at you guys. We haven’t seen an emergence like that in a long time!”

Jules looked at Michael, looked at Bates the MetalSeadramon, looked at his Digivice again. “Mega level Digimon…” he muttered in amazement as he read the information from the device.

“Don’t let that thing fool ya,” Michael said, “Bates here isn’t just a swimmer, despite his name. He’s a shining fortress built for land, air, and sea, aren’tcha bud?”

Bates responded in stoic silence, still staring at Jules.

Buns yawned loudly as he got up from his well-deserved nap. “Jules…?” he called out, as he tenderly itched his eyes.

“Buns, you’re up!” Jules exclaimed, and rushed over to hug his friend.

“Ah, so you guys are Jules and Buns,” Michael said cheerfully. He knelt down to Jules’ and Buns’ level, “nice to meet ya!”

“Hey stranger!” greeted Buns in reply, “Jules, who’s your new friend? Did you become popular while I was snoozing?”

“Shut up, Buns,” Jules teased, “Actually, we just met. Apparently, Michael here and… uh, Bates, up there, saved us from that monster.”

Buns looked up and saw Bates. “Wow!” Buns shouted in excitement, “You look badass!”

A low grumble came from the general direction of the MetalSeadramon. Jules assumed that was a reply of amusement.

“So, you saved us, huh?” Jules addressed Michael and Bates, “Thanks… uh, I don’t know what to say.”

“No worries at all!” Michael responded, “a fellow Tamer is a friend! I bet you got a lot of questions, huh?”

“Yeah…” Jules tried to gather his thoughts, but his mind was racing, “How about… uh, how are my clothes all dry?!”

“Oh, that’s it? Easy. See Bates’ nose up there? Yeah, that thing shoots hella laser beams. But I figured out if I make the big guy sneeze, it’s like a super blow dryer.”

Bates grunted in a reluctant demonstration, and the cannon he has for a nose blew a channel of wind down at Jules and Buns with force, fluffing up both of their hair. Buns and Michael laughed.

Bates turned his massive head towards the distance, “Michael,” he growled in a deep, echoing tone. The Digimon sensed something approaching.

Jules heard the sound of a car engine, and saw headlights drawing closer to where the four of them were sitting on the beach. “Who is that?” he asked.

A black van pulled up out of the fog. “Nice to see you boys are handling yourselves,” announced Himekawa as she stepped out.

“You! You’re the woman from earlier!” Jules yelled angrily.

“Hey Himekawa-san, I was wondering when you’d show up!” Interrupted Michael.

Jules turned around to face Michael, “Wait… you know this lady?!”

“Uh, yeah, more or less,” Michael replied, “We’ve had some uh, encounters, in the past,” he paused, trying to think of how to explain. He turned to Himekawa, “Say, Himekawa-san, what are you doing in the States, anyhow?”

“I think that emergence incident just now speaks for itself, doesn’t it, Mr. Washington?” said Himekawa, calmly.

“Fair enough,” reasoned Michael.

“I’m going to need you to come with me, Mr. Washington.” Himekawa continued. “So please, tell your partner over there to… let down his guard.”

“Ah, vacation cut short. Always impeccable with your timing, Himekawa-san. Well, it can’t be helped,” Michael signaled to Bates, “Alright bud, you heard the lady, we gotta get movin’.”

“Wait, wait, wait, hold on!” Jules cut in, “can some one tell me what the hell is going on?”

Himekawa glanced at Jules, “Michael, you may want to convince your new friend to tagalong.”

“Right, uh, hey Jules,” Michael turned to Jules, “look, sorry we’re out of time, but if you want to learn more, you can come with us. Bates doesn’t bite, I promise.”

“No, I can’t,” Jules responded, “I have no clue what is happening here. A-and… I have work tomorrow, I need to get back - how late is it?!”

“Jules…” Buns hesitated.

“Regarding that,” Himekawa announced, “since you inststent on being so tied up, I gave your employer a call. You’re on indefinite leave until further notice.”

“Wha- what?!” Jules screamed, “You called my job? What did you tell them?”

“Don’t worry, I didn’t divulge anything about your Terriermon here,” Himekawa chuckled, “I have connections as well, Mr. Yue. You will still be on payroll. You’ll be fine.”

“That’s not what I asked. I don’t trust you!” retorted Jules in anger.

“Hey, Hey, let’s uh, try and take it easy,” replied Michael, “look, Jules, Himekawa is harmless, really. I know it’s hard for you to believe and you’re really confused right now. But, just, give me a chance - come with us, ok? I promise, things will make more sense.”

“This is insane. Where are we going?” Jules asked, still glaring at Himekawa.

“Good question,” Michael affirmed, “Hey, Himekawa-san, where do you want to go exactly?”

“I’ve staked out a meeting point south of the city,” she said, “like I said, I came here to pick you up.”

“How generous, I busted up my rental bike trying to get over to the pier tonight,” Michael laughed, half sarcastically, “What do ya say, Jules, just come and see what it’s about? I promise I’ll have Bates fly you back at anytime.”

“Jules…” Buns tugged at Jules.

“Fine.” said Jules, “Just this once. You have today. Once the day is over, Buns and I are going back. That’s it.”

“Very well then, shall we?” Himekawa started walking back toward the van.

“C’mon Bates,” Michael called.

A rainbow glow surrounded the mighty Digimon, and the huge dragon form faded away. From the tides crawled out a small green creature with an orange fin. It spoke, “Aww, the fun is over.”

Jules couldn’t believe his eyes. A giant dragon had just shrank down to a little amphibian on command. “H-How did you do that?” he asked.

“De-Digivolve? Well, you gotta use your Digivice, of course!” Michael explained. “You know, I was pretty surprised you didn’t have the ropes down yet - I noticed your Digivice looks like mine. I had thought you rolled with the old crew.”

“What? Older…?” Jules was just getting more confused.

“Yeah, look. Your Digivice and mine, they look similar. These Digivices are from quite a while ago… I’m assuming you saw the battle on the internet?”

“Yeah… I did!” Jules was surprised that Michael knew.

“Hm. Yeah, I had expected that you and your Digimon would’ve known each other for a long time, then.” Michael mused, “like, Bates and I, how long has it been, Bates? Over fifteen years?”

“I don’t know. I’m hungry,” responded Bates.

“Well, uh… Buns and I…” Jules struggled, “It’s a long story.”

“No worries, didn’t mean to pry,” reassured Michael, “we can chat in car.”

“Yay! Road trip!” exclaimed Buns.

What is Himekawa’s damage?! Who brings back a garbage side character from 02!!?! When are they gonna feed Bates?!?!?! We’ll just have to tune in next time on Tamersona Day 4: A Hero’s Uniform!

#tamersona #tamersonaweek #digimon #oc #jules #buns #terriermon #metalseadramon #betamon #digital devices

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fourteenacross · 8 years ago

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hi its me again. sorry. ive got some oc's for a story that im trying to piece together, but its kinda a mess. turns out i cant write natural dialouge. youre really good at it, and since i havent figured it out by re-reading your stories over and over again, i figured id come to the source, how do you write dialouge that doesnt feel forced or awful? ❤❤-Myah

Don’t worry about it, I love getting messages even if I cam crap at actually responding to them in a timely manner /o\

As for dialogue…gosh, I wish I had an easy answer! Dialogue is my favorite thing to write and it’s the thing that generally comes easiest to me. About half of the stuff I cut when I’m editing is unnecessary dialogue and the reason so many of my things get stretched out to so many words is because I can never make the characters shut up. I like banter, I like jokes, I like people with an easy rapport, which leads to lots of chatting.

The key for me, for fic anyway, is hearing the dialogue in the character’s voice. I don’t know if it’s a skill or a talent or what, but that’s how I know I’ve nailed it. If I can get the character’s voice in my head, hear what I’m writing as if it’s said by the actual actor or in the same cadence as the writer, that’s half the battle. It solves the problem of it sounding realistic and the problem of it sounding like something that particular character would say.

Getting to that point, though, is a little harder for me to advise because, like I said, it’s either a talent or a skill, but that’s something that I’ve just…always more or less been able to do to some degree. The advice I can give, I guess, is to listen to the way people talk to each other on teevee or movies or whatever. Listen to how you converse with your friends. Do you ever obsess over what you’re going to say to someone in a particular situation and make it up over and over in your head? Break that apart, look at how it’s structured and why you put it that.

The shitheads are easy for me to write because they’re a little younger than me, but they’re here and now. They’re in this time period, living in a place I lived, with a lot of the same references. They’re dumb twenty-two year old boys, and I’ve known a lot of dumb twenty-two year old boys in my time. They’re casual and sarcastic with each other the same way my friends and I are casual and sarcastic with each other. There’s a little bit of code-switching involved–they’re more formal in the classroom and on cases and with the Washingtons, and those are conscious choices that they make, but generally they swear a lot and use slang and pepper their speech with filler words (”um,” “uh,” “ah,” as well as “like,” “I mean,” “basically,” “you know,” etc).

The other big thing that helps, I think, is just knowing your characters inside and out. If you’re in their head and you know their motivation, you start to structure their speech with the background of their intentions, if that makes any sense. Whether they’re cautious or trying to get some information from someone or oblivious to what’s going on or secretly angry at the other person or whatever–that all changes how people say things to each other and that’s a big part of giving life to the language. There are a dozen ways to ask the same question, and some will be perfect and others will sound totally stiff and wrong, even though they’re essentially asking the same thing.

FOR EXAMPLE, let’s look at two things under the cut:

So, here’s a thing based on a conversation in a fic I just posted, a dialogue between two characters:

“Good morning, my dear. I’m shocked that you’re up earlier than usual.”

“I went to the gym.”

“That’s strange, because usually you have trouble getting out of bed to go to work in the morning, but today is the start of our vacation and you got up earlier than you normally would for work.”

“As I said, I was at the gym. I find that if I’m going to go to the gym, I need to go very early or very late so that it doesn’t throw off my schedule.”

“We’re on vacation, though. Do you have plans today that I don’t know about?”

Which, you know, is a perfectly civil and valid conversation for two people with a more formal style of speaking or a less familiar relationship to have with one another. But even though it says exactly the same thing, meaning wise, as the actual dialogue I used, never in a million years would shithead Alex and John have that conversation at ten am on a Saturday in their kitchen, if they would ever have it at all. So instead, we take the same meaning and we shift it to get what I put in the actual story:

“Good morning, starshine. I can’t fucking believe you’re up this early.”

“I went to the gym.”

“You stumble half-asleep into the lab most days, but your first weekend off and you’re up at the asscrack of dawn.”

“I went to the gym. If I’m going to the gym, I’ve either gotta go first thing or last thing. Any other time and it fucks up the whole day.”

“There’s nothing to fuck up, we’re on vacation.”

“It fucks up my sense of time.”

“Vacation. What could you possibly be planning on doing today?”

Which, you know, sounds much more like something these assholes would say to each other, while conveying the exact same meaning.

The other tip I’ll give you is to give certain characters particular verbal tics that they repeat. If you do this, it really helps flesh out the character in the readers’ minds and adds a certain rhythm and tone to their speech that makes it particular to them. For example, in the ghosthunters, each of the characters have very specific names that they call each other. I actually made a chart to keep track of it. For instance, Lafayette sometimes calls GWash “George,” while everyone else only calls him “Washington” or “GWash.” Herc mostly uses people’s last names. John never calls Alex “Ham,” even though all the other student characters (except Burr) tend to do it. Beyond names, John swears a lot and has a hard time expressing his feelings, so anytime he’s saying something emotional, he draws it out and stutters. Lafayette uses a hodge-podge of formal and informal English and occasionally gets thrown off if a word is the same in French and English. John has terrible pick-up lines that come out when he’s tipsy. Alex has a tendency to go on random tangents questioning the literal meaning of idioms he uses. Alex and John have two exchanges that they frequently repeat (”Hey.”/”Hi.” and “I’m/You’re a _____.” / “But You’re/I’m my/your _____.”) Et cetera.

Oh gosh, I hope this makes any sense whatsoever and is at least a little bit helpful. I feel like I’m just rambling at this point. I have a lot of difficulty explaining HOW I do certain things if I don’t have to put a lot of work into them and, to be honest, dialogue is something I personally don’t have to work hard to nail.

So, tl;dr: 1) Try to hear the words in the characters’ voices; 2) Listen to how people around you, in fiction and RL, speak to each other; 3) Know the characters well and take care in choosing words that you think it makes sense for them to use; 4) Give further character to people’s speech by giving them repeated verbal tics.

I hope this helps!

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