#but it's a fun thing to play around with ocs- their relationship with sleep

[tired-needs-sleep]

speaking of sleep schedules. sara has been constantly tired throughout the events of desolation because their natural sleep schedule was turned backwards, upside down and inside out. there's times where they don't feel tired like during battles or other major events but eventually their sleep debt catches up to them. so i think that's my explain for sara being able to just sleep for a whole 24 hours if they're allowed to, they're just really deep in sleep loss.

[lorryicious]

do you perhaps have any more Loretta/Bill content I’m VERY curious about their dynamic now 👁️👁️

I HAVE. SO MUCH. CONTENT. Loretta has been an oc I have had for YEARS so I absolutely have SO much stuff on her! Shes definitely my favorite oc alongside Jack, my other gravity falls oc. The short of it is they are forced to work together out of inconvenience by the Axolotl.. The most recent development has been the change in Lorettas ability revolving her sight because I thought it would be so cool if Loretta had the same/similar kind of mutation to Bill. It didn't change much to her character, just another reason why they ended up at the wrong place at the wrong time (time police events. I seriously need to write fanfic of the whole story LMAO)

Their dynamic is SO FUN. They bicker ALL the time and usually are yapping about something. They live together, so I think they argue over the smallest things. When they first ended up needing to work together, Bill was not thrilled AT ALL. He was VERY closed off. Loretta, not knowing this creature at all, just decided to let him do his own thing. It's only after an event where Loretta protects Bill when he's at his weakest that Bill realizes Loretta is harmless and that it wouldn't hurt to try to get some enjoyment out of her company. That turns into an actual friendship, which turns into Bill finding out Loretta is like him. Through this, they open up and become closer because of their similar identities. They just ended up on different paths because of their own mutations AUGH. Bill wanted more, when in comparison Loretta was content with what her world was already like.

Loretta is a demon hunter. She takes bounties from individuals around town to get rid of weirdness. She naturally has a knack for attracting it, so the job is perfect for her. Bill helps her with her bounties; in exchange, Loretta lets Bill drain her energy so he can regain his physical form. I have a whole animatic on my tiktok that shows how the possession works-

They are silly. They fight over what to watch on the tv, they karaoke and drink together, it takes AGES for Bill to actually open up to Loretta, Whenever they decide to share the bed (even though Bill doesn't sleep) he kicks off Lorreta off of it anyway just to frustrate her, they do makeup together, They drive up to one of the hills in gravity falls via Loretta's motorcycle and watch the sunset together. Love them. I have SO many thoughts on their dynamic, but they are there for each other, and despite all their issues, they love each other. They NEVER say it to each other because Bill is deathly scared of that word.

They are an oc x canon ship so they are together as partners TECHNICALLY. Still, I also think they are so messed up via the canon story that an ACTUAL domestic relationship dynamic just doesn't work for the two. Plus, Bill needs help understanding labels and Loretta doesn't need them. Plus there's the Jack situation...Which is a WHOLE OTHER RANT. JACK. AUGH. The love triangle (literally) goes insane. In my happy au they are a polycule asf.

Literally ask ANY questions about them, I might even draw something up if its a fun scenario you guys send,,, I LOVE THAT PEOPLE ARE INTERESTED IN THE OCS BECAUSE !!!! I HAVE SO MUCH CONTENT FOR THEM.

Some of this is older art but it still works <33 and I STILL LOVE IT

This one I did recently-

Great side effect for being able to see outside your plane of reality AND being intertwined to a demon, you get to relive HIS trauma TOO!! (imagine how horrifying that was when Loretta told Bill the dreams shes been having) (double note: Bill played it off like they were random when he was FREAKING OUT ON THE INSIDE)

[the-travelling-witch]

𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐌𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄

summary: just some short and sweet cuddling headcanons

pairings: mammon :: belphie :: barbatos :: dantalion :: valefar (my ocs) x gn! reader

warnings: only me playing favourites again ♡ + one teeny tiny allusion to lesson 16

obey me! masterlist || similar post: kiss me more

𝐌𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐎𝐍

After your first week in the Devildom, Mammon’s understanding of personal space is as follows: His personal space is his and your personal space is also his. The rest of the brothers love to poke fun at him for it but he’s glued to your side now, throwing an arm around your shoulder or using your head as an armrest whenever he sees fit.

So it should come as no surprise that, once he basically moves into your room after making a pact with you, he’s going to cuddle up to you every chance he gets. In his defence, this is most likely unintentional, seeing as Mammon nearly flings himself out of bed at the realisation that you had been leaning on his shoulder for a good chunk of the movie you were watching, sending snacks flying everywhere.

Once your relationship becomes more settled and the white-haired demon owns up to his true feelings more, however, his reactions to cuddling are less dramatic. Yeah, you’ll still have to be the one who asks and deal with his aloof reaction but that’s okay when he can’t look you into eyes as he hides his face behind his hand and makes no fuss when you drag him to bed. Soon thereafter, it’s basically like he’s trying to melt into you though, as much of him touching as much of you as is humanly and demon possible. He’s also a living furnace, which is great in a realm where the sun doesn’t shine.

𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐄

Yeah, good luck ever getting up again, I hope you had no plans for the rest of the day or the following ones, for that matter. As the king of ‘five more minutes’, Belphie is going to keep you in bed with him way longer than you anticipated, courtesy of the iron grip he has on you even while asleep. Sure he told you it’ll only be a short nap but honestly, you should know better by now.

On the plus side (was the beginning even a downside?), you can lay down in whatever position you want to because Belphie will just contort himself around you, making you question whether he actually has bones. If he cuts off your airflow again, it’s because he plopped his entire weight down on you just to snuggle up to your chest like an overgrown cat.

You made the mistake once to card your fingers through his hair and it lulled him to sleep so fast he now practically demands you do it every time. Whether it’s pouting at you or just taking your hand and putting it on his head, he’ll make it known you’re neglecting your poor demon if you don’t. Still, cuddling with Belphie guarantees you the best sleep possible; even if you wake up super disoriented, not knowing which year it is, at least you’re well-rested (Insomnia? We don’t know her).

𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐒

Congrats! You managed to pry Barbatos away from babysitting— I mean serving Diavolo! Your reward is seeing the busy demon relax for once in his long life.

The air is infused with the soothing fragrance of tea leaves as your cups happily steam on the bedside or coffee table, depending on where you choose to snuggle up, the tea never going cold thanks to Barbatos’s magic.

Another rare thing to see -or rather to feel- are his bare fingers trailing over your sides, dipping under your clothes to trace random shapes onto your skin as you rest against his chest. Every now and then, he’ll bow his head down to press a soft kiss to the crown of your head, not hiding how his lips curl into a fond smile. While he loves to take care of you and draws energy from it, if you run your hands through his hair and lightly massage his scalp, his usual composure will give way to a demon who’s putty in your hands.

𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍

This man only has the best silk sheets and will coax you into sleeping over more often than not. Sure, he could visit the House of Lamentation but why would he set himself up to be interrupted by those nosy brothers (no offence). Besides, you’re always running around appeasing their whims, you should take a break and let him spoil you.

Cuddling really is just a part of an entire routine of destressing for him. From sharing a meal to washing the dirt of the day away with a shower or bath to changing into soft, top-quality loungewear or pyjamas and snuggling up on the couch or bed, this demon will make sure you’re not lacking anything. The lights in his house seem to always dim to the right brightness and colour and there’s calming music playing from somewhere.

But, of course, cuddling doesn’t have to be an orchestrated act every time. If you ask him to hold you he will gladly do so, cooing at you or talking about his day if you want him to. Despite taking the shape of a peacock, Talion’s voice is actually incredibly soothing and he chuckles quietly whenever he lulls you to sleep with it. He’ll even fan out his tail feathers over you if it makes you happy, even if it means rustling them in the process. Smoothing them out again is well worth it for the way you run your fingers over them as you study their colours in awe, both your silent and verbal praise making him preen with pride.

𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐀𝐑

Valefar wants to be the big spoon, not only because he feels like he can protect you this way but also because this way you wouldn’t notice his heated cheeks. It’s not like he’s insecure to the point where he thinks you holding him would undermine his masculinity, he just needs to hold you close in peace after a stressful night at the casino.

But it’s all good, his defined muscles make for a comfy pillow and if you fall asleep watching TV, he can easily pick you up and carry you to bed without disturbing you. Whenever you cuddle, he also always lowers his voice to a husky murmur, the vibrations of which will travel from his chest to your skin.

In the tranquil moments where it’s just you and him, Val loses all the brashness he’s feared for, his calloused hands hovering over your form as if he’s scared he could hurt or taint you. Just take them in yours and settle them on your hips, squeezing them encouragingly to tell him ‘It’s okay’ and he’s falling for you all over again, especially if you pair it with a chaste kiss on his cheek. As a greed demon, however, once he’s had a taste of your affection, he will take everything he can get, now coming up to you out of the blue, hugging you from behind whenever he sees fit.

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[raya-hunter01]

What Are We? Pt. 1/2

What Are We?

Jey Uso X OC (Kayla)

Sefa

Roman X Jade

Jimmy X Trin

Rhea Ripley

Rating: 18+ Warning: Smut; sex, fluff, couple arguing, making up

Jey and Kayla have been friends and lovers for years. What happens when Kayla is tired of Jey asking for space instead of putting a label on what their relationship is. The script is flipped when Kayla is the one who asks for space and cuts off contact with Jey for six months, even moving out of the state.

What happens when Rhea, Bianca, and Trin invite Kayla to celebrate her birthday in Pensacola and Jey finds out? Can he finally admit he loves her or are they better off apart? This was requested by @royalkay23 thank you for being so patient and I hope you like it thus far.

Savannah, GA

“I ain’t comin’ Jey is going to be breathin’ down my neck.”

“And your ass know you gon’ fold like that chair I hit Becky with the other night,” Bianca said chuckling.

“Kayla, I need you to trust us, we have the whole weekend planned and you need this,” Jade pleaded as I sighed looking into the camera.

This was our weekly thing to do to talk on facetime once a week.

“Ya’ll I don’t know, I been trying to stay under the grid since I left Pensacola.”

“I promise we went Lowkey for your birthday this time. We got a little staycation with some activities planned and a little party. You don’t even have to go to the house show on Saturday if you don’t want too” Trin said pouting trying to make me feel guilty.

“I don’t want to see him ya’ll,” I whispered as I heard Jade fake cough muttering “bullshit” as I rolled my eyes.

Damn, she could always read me like a book.

“Jey is leaving for Atlanta; he won’t be here I promise. It’s a mini girl’s weekend celebrating your birthday,” Bianca swore as I chuckled.

It was nice they were trying to plan something nice for me, but I knew Jey. If he knew I was coming, he would be there with bells on trying to talk and I ain’t in the mood. He made his choice, and I made mine.

“Girl come on and turn up for your birthday,” Trin said making me laugh.

“Yes, let us celebrate you Kayla, let’s have some fun.” Rhea begged as I finally agreed. “Fine, I will be there but why do I have the feeling ya’ll setting me up.”

--

Six months earlier

Pensacola, FL

Jey's House

“So why would she show up here?” I asked as Jey wiped the sweat from his brow. “You really wanna talk about it now after we’ve just had sex.”

“Didn’t the bitch just knock on the door, trying to get in here!”

“I sent her ass away, I ain’t tryin’ to argue baby we’ve had a nice weekend together. Damn, sometimes I just wish I was single,” he said as I looked at him getting a familiar feeling.

But not this time, I was gonna get his ass first.

“Well let me help you out, I’m leaving, and you can be single and up in every piece of ass you see fit to be in.” I said pulling away from him.

“Kayla, I didn’t mean-”

“I can’t believe I feel for it again,” I hissed getting up putting my shirt back on. “Come on Kayla don’t go,” Jey pleaded as I searched for my skirt. “No, I need to go because once again you want to play games, Jey,” I said as he got out of bed trying to stop me from leaving.

“I didn’t tell her to come by, Kayla,” Jey said as I scurried around the room gathering clothing in my hands. His ex had just come by and had given this song and dance about wanting him back. Now I never met her, but I’m pissed because she’s the reason he can’t commit.

She also worked for the WWE as well which made it worse that he saw her a lot at work.

“Kayla, please can we just talk about this,” Jey pleaded as I shook my head putting on my shoes.

“Why? I know the drill; she is fucking with your head and now you’re not sure what we are all of a sudden and now you want space.”

“I don’t want to make it complicated Kayla, I been through some fucked up shit.”

“We’ve been sleeping together for years Jey; we are past complicated now. Every time we get close to putting a name on it you freak out or something happens that makes you question us.”

“So, you just gon’ leave now. Kay, I don’t want you to go,” Jey pleaded as I pushed him away.

“I ain’t getting back in bed with a man who doesn’t see himself being in a relationship with me.” I was tired and just wanted to go home. This was the last time I was falling for this bullshit.

“Kayla, I need you to understand-”

“Oh I understand, you like me but not enough to be in a relationship with me?"

“I never said that bae.”

“Your actions show me that you want me to share my body with you, do couple things such as have sex, go on dates, be there for you when you’re going through shit but you don’t want to be in a relationship with me?”

“Ok, that sounds shitty-”

“Because it is shitty Jey, but you ain’t gotta worry about it no more. I want you have a nice life and I hope you find what you’re looking for. Storming out of the bedroom.

“Kay, don’t do this-”

“Do what? Choose myself?  Stop being your fuckin’ toy that you pick up off the shelf and play with when you get bored of other bitches?!” I screamed as Jey grabbed me by the arms stopping my rant, making me look at him.

“OK, dat’s it GOTDAMNIT!” The anger radiating off him seeping into me as well. Hell, I was pissed and fed up.

“Let me go, Josh!” I yelled as he invaded my space making me look at him.

 “You ain’t no fuckin’ toy, I lo-”

“You what Josh?!......The silence pissing me off even further.

“Speak! Damn it!”

“Look just don’t let me hear you say some shit like that ever again. You ain’t no toy I just play wit and you know it.” Jey said more calmer as I scoffed heading towards the door.

“Don’t come by my house because I won’t be there, and don’t call my mom either. I just need some space Josh.”

The shock and look of disbelief on his face would have made me laugh if it wasn’t so sad. Throwing his words back at him had struck a nerve and knew it.

“Kay, you don’t mean that let’s just talk-”

“Never expected to hear those words from me, did you? Well, Josh I think we need some space from each other.”

 And with that I slammed the door not only Jey but whatever we were to each other.

"Damn, we been through so shit." Thinking about that day was the last thing I wanted but the memory always came flooding back at the wrong time.

 It took a lot of strength to walk away, but when you tired, you tired.I loved him and I knew he loved me, but I had to choose myself in that moment.

I only wished he had fought for me, and let me knew everything would be ok, but he didn’t and now six  long months had passed.

The girls were right, I needed a break. I was going to enjoy my birthday and celebrate.

Maybe I wouldn’t run into Jey after all and if I did, don’t let me fold.

---

One Week Later

Pensacola, FL

Fusion R&B Club

Jey’s POV

“Man, I thought you was restin’ what you doin’ here?” Roman asked as I rolled my eyes. “Ya’ll ain’t slick I know Kayla flew in for her birthday and I just wanna see her.”

“Man let that girl have fun tonight, she just touched down two hours ago and you already trying to start.” Jimmy accused as I tried to find Kayla on the dance floor.

“I ain’t starting shit, she the one that left me six months ago.” I hissed still very angry even though I know I was to blame.

“She had a reason, look just get at her in the morning and let her enjoy the night,” Sefa said as I ignored him taking a seat. “I won’t bother her tonight, I just wanna make sure she good.”

“You are so full of shit, don’t ruin her night, or I will kill you." Roman's tone was stern but I ain’t scared of his ass, I’m here to see Kayla.  

Throughout the night I managed to keep a low profile just watching Kayla from afar. It definetly put things even more into prospective.

Men desired her and they weren’t trying to hide it at all. Seeing Tama and his brother watching the girls VIP table more than the dance floor was pissing me off.

“I’m bout to flip all this shit over, if he looks at her one more time,” I hissed seeing Tama and his brother whispering and pointing at Kayla…My Kayla.

“Man, let them women do they thing, it’s cool,” Sefa said as I sat seething.

“That shit, easy for you to say. Your girl ain’t up there buckin’ like a mechanical bull in the VIP section,” I said looking at Kayla with her hands on the table, her ass bouncing from side to side as I subconsciously I gripped my dick…

Man, she just asking for it, and when I give it to her, she betta ride dis dick just like that too.

I swear I ain’t never been so thankful she had on jeans in my life but dat ass was thangin’ and looking extra fat as she shook her hips bouncing on her hands as Trin and Bianca cheered her on.

“Damn, you had it like that, and you fucked it up,” Sefa said as I shot him a look, he was enjoying my misery a little too much. I was about to knock that smile off his damn face.

“I ain’t fucked up shit, Kayla’s still mine. We just fall in and out from time to time.”

“Ain’t you tired of dat, Uce? You know you love her, gone make dat shit official twin.”

 "I done told his ass, keep on letting her walk around this bitch single if you want to,” Roman said as I sighed knowing he was right.

“Beautiful and single at that,” Jimmy added, nudging me as I rolled my eyes.

“She ain’t fuckin’ single, we just takin a break trying to figure some shit out.”

“Aye! Buckin’, buckin' like a mechanical bull! You betta buck Kaydoll!” Trin yelled taping Kayla on her phone as I looked back at Jimmy.

 “See, that’s what I’m talkin’ bout, yo' wife always instigating shit, probably on Instagram live right damn now broadcasting Kayla’s ass,” I hissed as he laughed.

“Hey, no face, no case.”

“Man fuck you.”

“But let’s be real twin, you always doin’ stupid shit and being indecisive about your feeling for her. Look it took a lot of convincing to get her out here for her birthday. The girls got a little staycation and party planned for her so stay outta the way,” Jimmy said as I frowned.

A party? Staycation? Really, and ain’t nobody told me shit. They really were gonna let me fly home to Atlanta and not tell me nothing.

“I ain’t being indecisive about shit. Kayla knows what the deal is and how we get down. But the real question, how come ya’ll ain’t told me about all these plans? Ya’ll know I been wanting to see her,” I said as Roman sighed.

“The girls said you weren’t invited, and ain’t you flying back to Atlanta tomorrow,” he said shrugging his shoulders as I saw Tama approaching Kayla in their VIP section with a drink.

“I ain’t going no fuckin’ where..I like to party just like the rest of ya’ll.” I said snarling at the fact this clown was up on my woman.

“Aye, I am so serious right now, you cockblock any of us this weekend with yo bullshit, I’mma beat yo ass,” Sefa said as I saw Tama lean over and try to whisper something to Kayla, but she moved away giving him a polite smile, keeping him at arm’s length.

“I’ll be back,” I said standing up as Jimmy tried to grab my arm but I snatched away from him.

“Man, Uce, chill out they just talkin’” Jimmy said as I ignored him making my way toward the girls VIP section. He ain’t got no fuckin’ reason talkin’ to her, that’s the damn point of the matter. Motherfucka know what time it is.

“Jey, what you are doing here?” Rhea asked blocking my path before I got to their VIP section as I frowned.  

“I’m trying to talk to my girl, could you move please so I can go up there.”

“Oh, now she yo’ girl but for years you ain’t wanna put a label on it.” Bianca said rolling her eyes as I sighed. “Bee you know me..You my sister and you know I love her. I just have a hard time voicing that shit.”

“So, what you want us to do?”

“First of all move so I can go up there and break that shit up,” I said pointing at Kayla and Tama as Rhea smirked.

“Not on your life, Kayla can handle herself and she seems to like his company,” Jade said pointing at Kayla laughing at something Tama said.

“Look, you gonna only make it hard for yourself if you come up here acting a fool,” Rhea warned, but all I saw was red seeing him push up on her. The final straw was his leading her out of the VIP to the dance floor.

“I love ya’ll but please move, I need to get my girl.”

“Fine, go ahead and dig a deeper hole we can’t help you get out of,” Bianca said making the girls move.

“Fine I will,” I said stalking towards Kayla and Tama, but Sefa jumped in front of me. “Think about what you about to do.”

“I’m bout to talk to my woman and it ain’t got shit to do wit ya’ll secretive asses.”

“We did what we had to do for Kay and we ain’t sayin’ sorry for that. So, you can scratch your ass and get glad.”

Scanning the dance floor, I didn’t see Kayla nor Tama. I had lost them.

“Where the fuck did they go?! look what you did, ya’ll fuckin’ pissin’ me off now”. I hissed as Sefa rolled his eyes.

Where the fuck did they go? Searching the room, I sighed in relief seeing Kayla go in the restroom and Tama talking to his brother by the exit.

“I know she ain’t planning to leave wit him.”

“Leave it alone, Uce,” Sefa pleaded as I rolled my eyes making my way towards Tama and his brother Tonga.

“Hey, Jey what’s up wit you?” Tama asked as I tried to keep my cool.

“Oh, nothing just coming to talk to Kayla.”

Kayla’s POV

“Yes, relief,” I mumbled washing my hands. I had been having a great time. Tama seemed nice, and consoderate. When I told him I didn’t know where the bathroom was he offered to take me.

“You gon stay away from her is what you gon’ do or I’mma break every bone in your fuckin’ body.”

Hearing the familiar voice and commotion I went towards the door in shock. "I know it isn't?"

“Jey, she’s a big girl and can do what she wants. I bought her a drink and offered to show her where the restroom was, that’s all.”

“Stay away from her, that’s the only warning you getting.”

“I didn’t know she was spoken for Jey, but it’s cool.”

“You a bitch ass lie!”

Opening the door, Jey quickly ushered me back inside locking the door behind him.

“Are you carzy?!” I hissed as Tama pounded on the door.

“Hey, let me in. Are you good in there, Kayla?!” He shouted as Jey rolled his eyes.

“Tell lover boy you good, and to take his ass on somewhere.”

“You can’t tell me what to do,Jey. Why the hell are you even here?”

“Aye, it don’t matter to me, he can stay and listen to me fuck some sense into you for all I care.” Jey said without shame as I scoffed.

“Tama, I’m ok....I’ll call you later,” I said for good measure to piss Jey off knowing good and hell well I didn’t have his number.

“I’ll hopefully see you before the weekend is over Kayla.”

“You won’t be seeing her again, bye.” Jey hissed at the door as I threw my head back in frustration and screamed.

“You just so damn confusing, you don’t want a relationship, but you don’t want men talkin’ to me. Make it make sense, Jey.”

“He wasn’t talkin! He was wanting to get wit you, he been watchin’ you all fuckin' night!”

“Ok AND!! I’m not with you, what do you want from me Jey?! This off and on shit is getting old,” I said as he stopped me from walking past him, pulling me close as I avoided his gaze.

“Kayla, you already know I don’t share what’s mine and stop calling me Jey," he whispered as I growled in frustration, somewhat turned on.

 Kayla keep your legs closed, don’t do it.

Jey’s POV

I didn’t want our first conversation to go this way, but Tama had pissed me off. Her dancing like she didn’t have a care pissed me off. Men looking at her pissed me off. My own stupidity of letting her walk out of my house that day pissed me off.

“What did you just say?”

“You heard me Kayla, I don’t share what’s mine and your mine.” I said boldly.

“Oh, so now I’m yours,” Kayla said sarcastically, pissing me off even more. She knows she’s mine and it was time to remind her.

“They sniffin’ round you cause’ they know what the deal is,” I said blocking Kayla from leaving, backed her up against the door.

“Jey, what exactly is the de-” my mouth swallowing her whimpers with a sloppy passionate kiss. Six months of anger, passion, regret and most importantly love taking over us both as our tongues battled for control as if we couldn't get close enough to each other.

Rendering her into a whimpering mess, Kayla quickly pulled away trying to regain a sense of control, but I refused to let up.

I had missed her and had to let her know it wasn’t over between us no matter the time or distance we belonged to each other.

“Yea, you already know what the deal is, and how I get down stop playin’ wit me.”  I growled moving my kisses to her neck, knowing her weakness.

“J-Josh I can’t.”

Her moans of pleasure driving me insane, I knew I should stop, but I couldn't.

“Yea, say my name, like you know you mine,” I groaned claiming her lips once again, as she clawed at my shirt pulling me closer. Yea, I’m  nippin’ this shit in the bud tonight.

“Left me, knowin’ what you mean to me.” I groaned wrapping her legs around my waist.

“You never showed it and I’m not yours,” Kayla moaned trying to move remain strong, but I wasn’t gon’ give up that easy. Grinding against her pants covered center, she gasped instinctively rolling her hips against mine.

“Fuck,” Kayla gasp as I moaned in agreement, burying my face in her neck. It had been too long, our pleasure short lived as Kayla pushed at my shoulders when a loud knock startled us.

“Let me down, Jey.” she pleaded as I placed her back on her feet but still held her in my arms, ignoring whoever was trying to come in.

“Your mind is mine,” I moaned making her look at me before I kissed her tenderly on the forehead. “Jey, stop,” she pleaded as I moved my attention to her now plump lips. Gently nipping at them before once again tasting them, in a deep kiss startling us both of its power.

“Your lips are mine.” I rasped.

My own heart racing as I kissed alongside her neck. “Yours,” she moaned as a primal growl escaped my lips, her acceptance of our fate turning me on even more.

 Grasping her hand within mine and placing it over her heart. “Your heart is mine,” I whispered before placing our conjoined hands over my own heart as Kayla looked at me with confusion.  

“And my heart is your, Kayla.”

“What are you sayin’?”

“I’m tired of fighting how I feel Kayla, I want to be with you, and I want you to be my mine.” Another knock at the door disrupting us again before she could respond.

“Open the door Jey, folks out here need to get in the bathroom. They threatenin' to call security,” Jimmy said as Kayla wiped her tears. “Two minutes Twin!" I shouted as Kayla shook her head smoothing down her clothes and her hair.

“No, we’re coming out now Jimmy.”

“Kayla, please just hear me out, Ma. We can go to my room and talk or least let me give you ride to where ya'll stayin'."

“No, talk to me when your sober and not saying what you want me to hear because you saw someone take an interest in me.” Kayla said unlocking the door, storming past Jimmy and out of the club with Rhea and Jade right on her heels.

“I told yo’ ass but you wouldn’t listen to none of us. Now you in a bigger mess.”

“Twin, not right now.”

I had to find Kayla, it was so much I had to tell her. Heading outside I saw her hugging Rhea.

“Look, I don’t know what you did in there, but she is a mess. Meet me at our breakfast spot in the morning at 8 am. Don’t be late Jey.” Bianca’s intense stare daring me to be late tomorrow.

“I’ll be there, sis.”

“You just couldn’t resist makin’ an ass out yourself, could you?” Roman asked walking towards me as I shot him a look and Bianca shook her head before walking off.

“Man, I’m out, I’ll see ya’ll sometime tomorrow.” “So you were serious about not leaving for Atlanta tomorrow. You acted like this morning you had some much to do before we head back out on the road.” Sefa throwing my words back up in my face irking me to no end.

“Plans change, I asked to be added me to the house show for tomorrow anyway. Plus, my home is wherever Kayla is and I ain’t leavin’ Pensacola without my girl. So, get ready to see me all weekend fam.”

“Just know when to back off twin, we all hope you and Kay can work it out but don’t come on too strong.”

“Jimmy, I can’t let her go back to Savannah not knowing how I feel.”

A’ight, we know and we got your back.”

I wasn’t going to come on too strong, but I definitely was getting Kayla back one way or another.

---

The Next Morning

Blaster’s Cafe

Bianca’s POV

Jade and I decided to come hear Jey out and see where his head is at. I can honestly say he’s done a lot of growing up these last six months but Jade was still on the fence Kayla is her cousin

“How do we know mean it? You could be just sayin’ what we all wanna hear,” Jade accused as Jey seemed so defeated.

“Jade, I know I fucked up, but the time apart made me realize part of me was missing. I Love Kayla, it’s time I took a chance.”

“She was so broken, thinking you guys were on the right track and then her comes Cameron once again and you didn’t do nothing to stop the disrespect,” I said throwing in my two cents, but Jade was hitting it home.

My cousin got tired, Jey. She wants to be married, have kids and have a partner who isn’t going to change his mind and has no problem being committed to her and her alone.”

“Jade, I’ve never changed my mind when it came to Kayla, I just had a lot of shit going on and you know that Bee.” Jey said pointing at me as I sighed sitting down my cup of coffee.

“I know but it’s been five years since Carmen, Jey. But you and I both know Kayla would never do what she did to you. She helped you get through it and saw what it did to you.”

“I know Bee.”

“Then I’mma need you to act like it bro. Stop letting her come in and make you second guess yourself.”

Jey’s POV

“Ya’ll have known each since ya’ll were teenagers, Jey. Name one time Kayla ain’t been there as your friend, or lover. Like people get tired of the back in forth and people not seeing their worth.” Jade scolded as I rubbed my temples feeling a headache coming on.

It was too early for this conversation, but they were right. I felt even more like shit remembering the times Kayla and I would be so close to putting a label on what we were. Then almost like clockwork, I’d get scared, push her away and say I needed space.

 I was runnin’ from her love because I felt underserving, and I didn’t want to screw it up.

“Jade, I’mma be real wit you and Bee.  I was scared of Kayla; I knew she was the one for me, but I was fighting it tooth and nail but I’m tired of fighting it. Kayla is it for me.” I said truthfully as Bianca nodded in understanding.

“So, what you saying? Bianca asked as I sighed knowing now was the right time to let them know my intentions especially if they are willing to help me.

“Kayla is my future; I want her to be my wife and the mother of my children someday when we’re both ready. She means everything to me, and I have no intention to leave Pensacola without her.”

“Well, if want Kayla to be all those things, are you going to keep livin’ in the past?” Jade asked refusing to make it easy on me.

“No Jade, I love Kay-”

“Good, because if you were, there is no future between ya’ll and you might as well leave her be.” Jade said without hesitation. Damn, she was a ball buster but I’m glad Kayla her cousin looking out for her.

“I know, that’s why I’m here. I love Kayla, I always have. I know I took her for granted but I never will again,” I said pleading my case as Bianca looked at me with a small smile before looking back at Jade who finally nodded.

“Fine, we will help you but don’t make us regret this,” Bianca said reaching into her bag pulling out a piece of paper and giving it to me.

“This is our schedule and addresses of everywhere we will be this weekend. We are having her little dinner party after the house show Tomorrow at the Westview. Come dressed and ready to plead your case.”

“If you leave now, you might be able to catch her before they leave the rental we’re staying at. Rhea just text me and said they about to eat before they head out. We’re going to meet them at the boat," Jade said as I smiled.

“I love ya’ll so much,” I said leaning over and giving them a hug before getting up to leave.

“Good luck, bro!” Bianca yelled as tore out of the cafe.

She did say talk to her when I was sober. Getting in the car I texted Rhea to let her know I was coming and to not leave.

Traffic wasn’t too bad, but I was getting stuck by every red light. “Damn, come on…Please still be there,” I mumbled finally pulling the driveway of their rental sighing in relief seeing their van rental still there.

“Good lookin’ out Rhea.” I whispered getting out, seeing her come out on the porch alone.

“She’s upstairs putting her shoes on; I’m going to wait in the van. Don’t upset her, I want her to enjoy this weeken. I don’t want to go to jail for killing you.”

“Rhea, I’m not, I promise,” I said giving her a hug before going inside nervously waiting for her to come down.

“Rhea, I changed my shoes like you said, but can you at least give me a hint about where we are going?” Kayla rambled coming down the steps.

“Good morning, Kay.”

“What are you doing here, Jey?” she asked coming towards me but looking out the window.

“Rhea ain’t left you, she’s just waiting in the car. I just wanted to talk, you did tell me to talk to you when I was sober.” I said shrugging my shoulders trying to lighten the mood.

“Yes, I did, but I didn’t mean now,” she said nervously shuffling her feet.

“I want to apologize, you were right. It wasn’t fair to you how I would always push you away.” I paused waiting for the anger from her, but it never came, she was actually listening to me.

“Truth is I wasn’t drunk last night, and I meant what I said. My heart does belong to you.”

“Can you wrap this up Jey, because I got somewhere to go.” Kayla said getting irritated.

“I’m tryin’ to tell you that I love you, and I want us to be together Kayla. I promise it will be different, these six months without you I been a mess. Just ask everybody, I really missed you.”

“Yea, until Cameron comes around with her drama, and you begin to doubt what we are to each other. You never even tried to find me Jey.”

“Kayla, I know you live in Savannah, I found out where you went the day you left. I even moved to Atlanta to be close to you so if anything happened, I could get to you.”

“But why didn’t you come to see me, and tell me how you felt? It’s been six months Jey.”

 “Kayla I was scared as fuck. I mean for the first time ever, you had just told me you wanted space from me. You were hurt and fed up and I understood it. Just looking in your eyes that night, I knew any wrong word or move would have caused you to walk out of my life forever.

“Josh-”

“Just listen to me please,” I pleaded as Kayla nodded her head and folded her arms, trying to keep her tears at bay.

 “I didn’t want to lose you, so I wanted to give you some time, like you always gave me. You ain’t never asked me for nothin’ Kayla, so the one thing you asked me for I was going to give you even though it killed me to do it.”

“Did it dawn on you that maybe just once I wanted you to fight for me, Josh. Fight for us and show you understood where I was coming from and that I wasn't in this alone.”

“Kayla, I know I made it hard for you to love me-”

“No, I let you talk, now let me finish.  Josh, I wanted you to show me what I mean to you instead of me always trying to make you see that I love you and that you love me.”

“I do love you and want to be wit you Kayla."

"Then prove it, stop letting the past control your future!” Kayla cried as I reached out to touch her but she side steped me and started toward the front door.

“Baby don’t push me away,” I begged as she wiped her tears. “I have to go, Rhea’s waiting for me.”

“Can we at least talk a little more at the house show tomorrow?” I asked as Kara ignored me, hurrying outside. “Why does she have to be so fuckin' stubborn,” I muttered closing the door behind me, rushing to catch her before they left.

Y"ou alright?" Rhea asked as Kayla nodded getting in the front seat.

“Please Kayla,” I pleaded as she closes the door.

“Kayla, he’s begging."

“I’ll be around, Jey. If guess if you find me, it’s fate,” she whispered making me smile.

“Trust me, I’ll find you....I'll alway find you, because wether you know it or not, it is fate Kay Kay.” I said knowing she loved it when I called her that.

Trying her hardest not to blush, Kayla quickly put on her shades and stared straight ahead. Rhea, getting a kick out of the exchanged winked at me.

“We’ll see you, Jey.”

“Yea, count on it Rhea, I’ll be seeing ya'll.”

I felt I was making a little headway, but I had a long way to go. Heading back to the car I called Sefa.

"Well I see you still alive Bianca and Jade didn't kill you, yet."

Yea, I lived to tell the tale. Sefa, I need you to get in contact with that florist that did those roses for mom a couple years ago."

“Which one?”

“The one that does the big bouquet of roses, I need them done by tomorrow and I want them gold. If they don't have gold, red will do."

“Jey, what you up too now?”

“I’m getting my woman back, now are you gon’ help me or not.”

“I’ll see can they have the red done for you to pick up before the show.”

Thanks, bro, I appreciated it. I owe you one."

“You welcome, just make this opportunity count."

“Oh, I'm plannin' on it.”

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midnight mistakes | jjk

⇢ PAIRING: fuckboy!jk x inexperienced reader

⇢ RATING: m/18+

⇢ WC: 2.5k

⇢ WARNINGS: v brief sm*t, v slight angst, oc is sick rip, pregnancy scare putting their relationship to the test eep!!!, brief mentions of abortion (reader considers it)

⇢ SUMMARY: a midnight romp with jungkook leads to tears on your cheeks and a pregnancy test in your hand

⇢ NOTES: i miss writing sm so here's a lil drabble of our otp :') school has been v overwhelming lately and it makes me so sad that i don't have as much time to write on here anymore. hopefully, things will calm down soon. for now, enjoy this crumb!! i love you all, let me know what you think!! if you haven't read the series yet, pls read that before this if u want to!! this wasn't beta'd so i apologize for any grammar issues or typos rip

⇢ SERIES MASTERLIST

The sequence of events that landed you in this situation; having a teary, heaving breakdown in front of your bathroom mirror, was absolutely ridiculous, to say the least.

“I’m gonna kill someone,” you squeak, breathless from the endless stream of sneezes ripping through you. The glow of the alarm clock on your nightstand reads 1 a.m. as you reach for a tissue. Violently blowing your nose does little to ease its congestion. With a shaky sigh, you crumple the sodden napkin and toss it into the bin beside your bed; overthrown by contents alike. The wet ball hits the paper mountain before rolling onto your pretty pink area rug.

You shiver, how fucking disgusting. 

A stressful week of labs and quizzes has tanked your immune system, making you susceptible to all the little germs and illnesses that strike when the brisk winter air transitions into the pollen-laced breeze of spring. The antibiotics you were prescribed did little to help your runny nose and sore throat. Pausing the anime playing on your phone, you open your messages. 

dumbo love you, get some rest please xx

So much for getting rest. You weren’t expecting a text back. Jungkook had offered to spend the night, but you encouraged him to go. It was his last semester after all. Still, you were pouty and needy, wanting nothing more than to snuggle into his arms and let the swirls of his delicate fingers on your back lull you to sleep. Instead, here you were, confined to your bed, watching Naruto solo as Jungkook, Tae, and Mina lived it up; taking shots until they were belligerent. 

A distinguishable knock rattles the door before you can press play again.

“What are you doing here?” 

Jungkook stands in your doorway, oversized black tee hanging over his equally oversized green cargo pants. His cute little mullet falls in sweaty loops around his face. “Still feelin’ like shit?” He coos, cringing at your disheveled appearance and the croak in your voice. Ignoring your question, he holds up the various items in his big hands. “I picked up a few things; cough drops—not the cherry kind ‘cause those are fucking nasty,” you laugh at the side note, “—extra spicy ramen and hot sauce to clear out your sinuses.”

Your peer at the array of remedies with wide eyes. Their ability to cure your flu symptoms is questionable. You don’t even have a way of boiling water to make said ramen in your cramped dorm, but the sentiment has your chest swelling with something other than a violent cough for the first time in days. Abruptly, you pull him into a tight embrace. 

“Ah, I see,” he laughs, wrapping an arm around the small of your back and walking you back into the room, kicking the door closed behind him. “My Bambi missed me.”

“I did,” you nuzzle into him further, “but you shouldn’t be here… you should be having fun with your friends.”

“Nah, fuck ‘em,” he retorts playfully, putting the quote-unquote medicine down and then plopping onto the bed, taking you with him. “Besides, what kind of shit boyfriend ditches their sick girlfriend to go to a party anyways?”

“The kind that should be enjoying his last semester,” you frown. 

“I am, though. I enjoy spending time with you more than anything else.”

As he lays under you, black tresses splayed against your white comforter like a misshapen halo, you feel so incredibly lucky. Gently, you run your fingers through his choppy bangs, pushing them out of his doe eyes. “Have you been drinking?” 

“Not really, just a couple shots of Fireball and a few beers.” That much alcohol would have knocked you on your lightweight ass, but after years of beer pong and keg stands, Jungkook’s tolerance was damn near Kage level. It took a lot more than that to get him drunk. “I kinda…” he averts your gaze, something he does when he’s sad or guilty. “I felt really bad so I left.”

“Jungkook, I told you it was okay.”

“I know,” he nods, sliding a warm palm under your shirt, rubbing his thumb against your skin in soothing lines. “But I love you.” 

“I love you, too.” Using your fingertip, you brush an eyelash off the apple of his cheek. “Thank you… for coming back for me.”

“Of course, Bambi.” He leans up and presses a deep kiss to your dehydrated lips.

“Kook, stop,” you mumble, craning your neck back. “You’re gonna get sick.”

“I don’t care.”

It doesn’t take much convincing. If Jungkook doesn’t care, why should you? 

What follows is a battle of warm tongues and the needy clash of his bunny teeth against yours. Tender touches coax your Sailor Moon pajama set to the floor with the promise of Jungkook’s delicious love. Before you know it, you’re sinking down onto his hard length, fingers digging into his shoulders as he slouches against your headboard.

“Take it all,” he whispers, jaw slacking as he tilts his head down, getting a clear view of your wet cunt swallowing the remaining few inches. A slick film coats the two fingers he used to hold himself up for you as your lip pillow around the base. “Yeah, just like that.” His face contorts in pleasure, overcome by your warm, slippery walls after a week of illness-induced celibacy. “Feels good, huh baby? Tell me how good my dick makes you feel.”

He wants praise and dirty talk, but the tickle in your nose makes you pause, bracing yourself as a slew of sneezes pours out of you. Eight sneezes to be exact. Jungkook’s high-pitched cackle is drowned out by a shriek as you cup your hand over your leaking nostrils. “EW!”

“Shut up, it’s fine!” He grabs a tissue from the nearly empty box. “Lemme see,” he mumbles, pulling your hand down and wiping it clean, then doing the same to your face afterward and tossing the kleenex in your glittery pink trash bin. 

“I’m sorry,” you peep, completely mortified.

“Don’t worry.” The crooked bunny grin eases your nerves. “That was fire, actually. You clenched around me so tight.”

You squint at him and then bury your head into the crook of his neck. You make love to each other; slow and gentle. At one point, Jungkook locks his tattooed fingers in between yours, pecking your bare shoulder as lazy drags of your hips bring you both to writhing climaxes. And he looks so beautiful when he climaxes, gnawing at his lip piercing, skin dewy from sweat and the moonlight shining through the blinds. 

At that moment, you felt nothing but love and pure ecstasy. 

Isn’t it funny how pleasures of the past can create complete devastation in the present?

Clutching the edge of the porcelain sink, you stare down at the pink box of pregnancy tests. There’s tear stains on your cheeks. A pain in your lungs from all the sobbing. You wish Jungkook had been a shit boyfriend that night. You’d give anything to take it all back. 

Like a sixth sense, there’s a distinguishable knock at the door. 

“Hey, I-” he stops short, brows furrowing as his dark pupils scan your face. “Have you been crying?”

“What do you think?” You shouldn’t snap at him, but the waves of anxiety washing over you make you highly sensitive. Truthfully, you weren’t going to tell Jungkook any of this. His showing up had put an awful wrench in your plans. Well, unless the test came back positive. Then, you’d be forced to tell him. You clamp your hand over your mouth, the thought making you sick to your stomach. 

“__, take a deep breath. Sit down.” You do and he follows suit. “What's going on?”  

“I-” you gulp, swallowing back a whine, struggling to form a coherent sentence. There’s no escape, you have to confess. “I think I might be pregnant.”

There’s an eerie silence once the words hit the air, lingering over you both like a dark, dreary cloud. It takes Jungkook a moment to internalize the weight of the situation, but you can tell when the thunder strikes. The pink tinge in his cheeks fades to a stark, sickly white as he inhales shakily. “Fuck-” Leaning his elbows against his knees, he digs the heels of his palms into his eyes, shielding them. “I thought you were on the pill.” 

“I am, but I was taking antibiotics last week and I read that they can make birth control less effective- and I’ve been having symptoms lately.” It all comes out in a jumbled mess like word vomit. He doesn’t respond. He doesn’t move. And it scares you. “Are you mad at me?”

“No.” Despite his posture, his tone is still and calm. “I just… don’t know what to say. It’s a lot to take in.”

“I’m sorry,” you whisper as the floodgates finally burst. You were still in the swell of your STEM program. Jungkook is just about to graduate with a Bachelor’s in photography. Both of your lives would come to a screeching halt if the worst were true. You weren’t ready for a baby, not in the slightest. “I’m so sorry.”

“Hey, hey, don’t-.” Finally, Jungkook sits up, wrapping a strong arm around your shoulder and pulling you into his side. The other arm repeats as he rests his chin on top of your head, rocking your shaking frame back and forth for comfort. “Don’t apologize, don’t cry. Why don’t you take a test before we start freaking the fuck out?”

You suppose he’s right. 

The walk to the bathroom is a blur. Suddenly, you’re on the toilet with that evil stick in hand. Jungkook is sitting on the floor with his eyes closed, knees bent and head leaned back against the wood of the cabinet. Normally, you’re extremely pee-shy. It literally will not come out. Under these circumstances, you can’t bring yourself to care. 

“You pee so softly,” Jungkook says through an airy laugh. “I pee really hard- and fast. Like-” he makes a little whooshing noise with his mouth, “like a hose.” 

“Baby, please,” you huff, setting the test aside and pulling your sweats up. You know he’s trying to ease your nerves, but this is one situation where his lighthearted jokes and comments ceased to make you smile. “This is serious.”

“Trust me, I know.” Spreading his legs, he pats the carpet between them. “C’mere.” As soon as you hit the ground he’s embracing you, trailing kisses all over your exposed skin. “What now?”

“Now,” you sigh, setting a timer on your phone for three minutes, “we wait.”

“You know… it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world if it’s positive.”

“It would be absolutely awful, Jungkook.” It’s a sweet sentiment but you know he’s lying, right through his bunny teeth. Late-night conversations in bed about the future ring in your head. ‘Honestly, I don’t think I want kids,’ Jungkook had hummed in the middle of My Neighbor Totoro, ‘ever.’ Generally, you felt the same way, but the memory is terrifying in this context; sitting on the bathroom floor with him, waiting for an answer that could contradict all of your plans and possibly crumble the entire foundation of your relationship.

“Who am I kidding?” He chuckles humorlessly. “You’re right, it would be fucking awful.”

Nervously, you toy with the silver rings on his inked fingers. “What if it’s positive, Jungkook?”

“Let’s just wait until we get the results.”

“But what if it’s positive?” You twist in his arms, showing him your glassy eyes and deep frown. Showing him that his answer, regardless of what the test says, was very important to you. 

He blinks at you, lips opening and then closing promptly as he mulls over his words. “If it is… then we’ll take care of it.”

There’s a dual meaning to the sentiment that makes you chew on your bottom lip, eyes flickering up to the white ceiling to stop yourself from crying. Take care of it as in going through with it? Or take care of it as in… the other option? Honestly, the latter would be your first choice, and you’re sure it’s his as well. But for whatever reason, the fact that he assumed it makes your heart ache. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means whatever you want it to mean.” Gently, he smooths a hand over your trembling thighs before they frantically search for yours. “Just… whatever you want to do… whatever you want, I’ll support it… I’m here.”

A breath you hadn’t realized you were holding in releases in relief. You feel stupid for even questioning him. After all these months of unconditional love, you should know better. Bringing your locked hands up, you kiss his fingertips. The smile it brings out of him is just as soft as your touch. “I love you so much.”

“I love y-.”

He’s cut off by the blaring ring of your timer.

“Please, can you look?” You mumble, shaking your head and covering your eyes. “I can’t do it.”

You feel his torso twist against your back as he reaches for the test on your countertop. The time between him grabbing it and the dreaded answer feels like an eternity.

“Negative.” 

“Thank fuck!” You groan, doing a complete 180 and wrapping your arms around his neck in celebration. You haven’t felt this type of excitement since you were a child, waking up on Christmas morning and seeing colorful presents under the tree.

“What made you think you were pregnant in the first place?”

You hesitate to respond. In retrospect, it’s not as valid of a reason as you originally thought. “I’ve been feeling sick in the morning.”

Pulling back, Jungkook deadpans you. “Bambi, no shit. You’ve been sick all week.”

“I know but,” you pout, twirling a ringlet at the nape of his neck, “google said I could be pregnant…”

“You’re so fucking lucky you’re cute,” he laughs, holding you flush to him and nipping your cheek playfully. “You’ve got to be the most dramatic person I’ve ever met in my life.” You know he’s joking, but the comment makes your expression drop a bit. “But that’s part of the reason I love you so much. I’m never bored with you.”

Once again, you truly don’t know how you got so lucky. 

“Alright,” he huffs, using all of his strength to haul you up into the air and walk you back to your bedroom. Instinctually and habitually, you wrap your legs around his cinched waist. “We finished Avatar last time, so what’re we watching tonight?”

You click your tongue in contemplation. “Naruto.”

“Naruto? Bambi, isn’t Naruto like- a billion episodes long?”

When he tosses you down onto the mattress, you pout and bat your long lashes at him, pulling out all the provenly successful manipulation tactics. “Please?”

“Fine,” he grumbles, plopping down beside you. “But don’t be mad if I knock out.”

And like clockwork, Jungkook dozes off in the middle of the second episode, but that’s okay, because despite how horrible the pregnancy scare was, it truly solidified Jungkook’s presence in your life. You have all the time in the world to watch hours and hours of subpar filler episodes, and you’ll do it happily as long as you’re with him.

© chryblossomjjk 2023 [do not copy, translate or repost]

[davrinassan]

OC SMASH OR PASS :3

Rules: pretty self explanatory. include physical descriptions or pics, and propaganda. the “other” label can be used for “sexuality misalignment” (ie: oc is femme and you’re gay, vice versa or you aren’t into smashing but a specific thing you wanna do with them like perhaps hug or study them under a microscope idc).

i was tagged by @mt07131 thank you !!! :D

uhh shit propaganda... uhhhhhhhhhhhhh

height: 5ft on the DOT

age: 24 but if u asked they would always say a random number

sex: afhiri is intersex and on fantasy T! she identifies as transfem

pronouns: she/they but would answer to anything ngl

sexuality: she hasn't thought about this. bisexual though

extra: afhiri is audhd, poly and kink positive ^_^

afhiri is a lot of fun to be around if you can handle high energy people who do not think ever and just acts and speaks without any care and will charge ahead like a bull seeing red, except with a massive grin and a skip in their step ! :D afhiri will burst into song or start dancing or play their flute or recite terrible poetry at a moments notice !! just because u are having sex does not mean you are safe !!!!!!!!

if you ever . however. try to have a srs conversation with afhiri.. try to have some emotional depth with afhiri.... try to Start a Relationship with Afhiri ........... she is running. sorry ! ^_^ u have to be very special to get afhiri to stick around for anything emotionally intense !!!!

but fwb or one night stands ? i dont think afhiri would say no to anyone this baby wants to experience as much as possible and try many things and. many people :3 afhiri is extremely enthusiastic and positive about sex they find it to be a super fun activity and will be smiley , giggly and happy throughout !!! sex is casual for them and they wholeheartly believe in platonic sex/friends having sex for fun !!

tagging random people from this post undercut !! if i didnt tag u and u wanna do this - consider urself tagged by meeeeeeeee :D

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@xanfeursel @heinrix @ikarons @drakefisher

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it feels kind of weird tagging people in this like YOU. WILL YOU SLEEP WITH MY OC?! but pls i just wanna see u do it with an oc..........

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[OLD] So I found this Smiling Critters relationship chart and did it with my OCs because I want to talk about them more

relationship chart template by Valentinbelleyh on twitter

First up is Rozzie Rockoon!

more detailed explanations of her relationships with the main cast of critters are under the cut!

DogDay:

“DogDay’s awesome! He’s totally lead guitar material.”

“Rozzie’s really fun to hang out with! She’s great at playing music too!”

Rozzie and DogDay are good friends! Rozzie admires DogDay’s leadership skills, and DogDay likes Rozzie’s music. Even though DogDay doesn’t hang out with Rozzie as much as the main critters, they enjoy hanging out together, and he often invites her to hang out when she’s around.

Bobby Bearhug:

“Bobby? She’s nice! She’s just a bit… mushy-gushy? It’s not really my style, y’know?”

“Rozzie’s an amazing musician! And she’s just as good a songwriter! I wonder if she’s working on any of my suggestions…”

Bobby considers Rozzie a good friend (no surprise there), and loves her singing! She often tries to suggest song ideas for Rozzie to write, usually having to do with love or romance. Rozzie thinks Bobby is nice, but is a bit off-put by all her lovey-dovey stuff, mainly because Rozzie hasn’t ever been interested in romantic stuff. She’s tried to make a song with her prompts, but hasn’t gotten very far.

CraftyCorn:

“Crafty’s my art sister from another mister! Love her artwork, dude!”

“Rozzie’s very nice! I love making art with her!”

Crafty is a bit shy around Rozzie at first, but they soon bond over their shared love of the arts! Crafty once designed an outfit for Rozzie’s performances, and in return, Rozzie wrote a song inspired by one of Crafty paintings.

Hoppy Hoppscotch:

“Hoppy’s so much fun! I love her energy! I bet she’d be tons of fun at a concert!”

“Rozzie’s so, so, so cool! …And really understanding, thankfully.”

Hoppy and Rozzie hit it off almost immediately, thanks to their shared tomboyishness. Rozzie tried to teach her to play the drums once. It… didn’t go so well. (Hoppy accidently tore one of the snare drums. Rozzie wasn’t upset, and the drum was easily fixed, but Hoppy decided that playing instruments probably wasn’t her thing.)

Catnap:

“Catnap seems chill! And… a little bit creepy, to be honest.”

“Rozzie’s music is lovely. But her sleep schedule could use some work.”

Rozzie doesn’t dislike CatNap, but she also can’t help but be somewhat unsettled by him. It doesn’t help that CatNap once snuck into Rozzie’s house to put her to sleep when he noticed she was up late working on a song. Catnap either doesn’t notice this, or doesn’t care. He like’s Rozzie’s music, especially her more relaxed songs.

PickyPiggy:

“Picky’s nice! She’s an awesome cook, and she’s got great taste in music!”

“Rozzie’s just peachy keen! And she likes country music, like me!”

Rozzie and Picky don’t immediately hit it off, as they have trouble finding any common ground, but they eventually find a mutual interest in country music! They probably discuss their favorite country musicians over snacks and stuff every so often.

KickinChicken:

“Kickin’s super cool! Dude’s got tons of style!”

“Rozzie rocks! She’s almost as cool as I am!”

Like with Hoppy, Kickin and Rozzie hit it off really quickly. Kickin also plays an instrument (specifically, he plays the bass guitar), so they frequently get together and have jam sessions! Him playing the bass is actually what gave Rozzie the idea to try and teach Hoppy the drums, so they could start a band together! It didn’t end up panning out, though…

Bubba Bubbaphant:

“That Bubba dude is really smart! I wish I was as good at remembering stuff as him.”

“Rozzie’s nice! And surprisingly calm when she’s not playing music.”

Bubba initially finds Rozzie to be a bit intense, but he eventually warms up to her once they interact when she’s not playing music, finding her to be actually pretty mellow and relaxed. Rozzie, on the other hand, took a liking to Bubba pretty quickly, being impressed by his memory and intelligence.

I’ll do Randy and Clever tomorrow probably (or I guess later today cuz it’s 3AM when I’m writing this)

(if catnap were real he’d be so pissed lmao, I gotta sleep)

[bamfkeeper]

Hey, so i have a few head canons for my oc, Cloudstrike, aka Ethan Grey (also, when I made him, I completely forgot Jean’s name is Jean Grey. Im sorry Jean 😭. So rn it’s just a coincidence, but maybe I’ll change it, or maybe make them distantly related? Idk this is my first oc anyways :p). I submitted him before for a different ask you did (I don’t expect you to remember that ofc tho lol), and he has wind powers, to be able to control wind, turn into a gaseous state, use some lightning, etc.. Also, since X-men ‘97 is what brought me into X-men, a lot of my ideas are based on that universe in the show. So anyways, here’s some head canons I have for him 😊

Sometimes, Ethan likes to turn himself into his gaseous stage and go into the vent system in the mansion, and be shot around the place like a roller coaster. He finds it to be a fun way to pass the time. 😊

Like how Bobby/Iceman can use his ice powers to chill drinks, Ethan can use his powers to chill or heat anything up (though he can’t chill anything quite as good as Bobby). So, the other X-men like to have him around during freezing days for him to be their portable hand warmer lol

He likes to play video games, especially competitive ones, so he hangs out and plays with Jubilee a lot, Roberto too sometimes, but since he’s more inexperienced, they won’t play as competitive of games as to not make Roberto feel as bad 🥺

He loves to cook, and to experiment with unique dishes, so he loves to get recipes from the other X-men; German recipes from Kurt, Cajun from Gambit, and several African recipes from Ororo. 🥘🥧

While Ethan has a bed and sometimes sleeps on it, he prefers to instead sleep while hovering in his gaseous form in his room. He finds the lack of pressure or gravity to be comforting

When he’s goofing around, he’ll sometimes give the person a small static blast (doesn’t hurt, just tingles), which is especially affective against Kurt and Hank because of their fur.

Since he has somewhat similar powers as Storm, she helps him in the danger room to train. They form a bond from their similarities, and even practice fun combos they could do in fights.

He has a small crush on Kurt (because who wouldn’t lol, plus Ethan’s bisexual), but he isn’t acting on anything yet. Though, he can’t help but blush whenever Kurt compliments him 💙

He would consider Jubilee to be his best friend. Also, they bond over being raised for adoption (I changed this one part of his backstory, to where he was abandoned by his original family for unknown reasons, but was adopted by this nice and caring human family who didn’t mind that he was a mutant). In XMTAS, she has foster parents too, so they bond over this. 🥰

He isn’t that keen on Logan atm, as he finds him to be kind of a jerk, but Kurt keeps telling Ethan that Logan is cool if you get to know him, so Ethan’s keeping an open mind. Though, he can’t help occasionally making some jokes at Logan’s expense with Scott.

Ethan has an interest for science and engineering, and sometimes likes to nerd out with Forge (whenever he’s around) and Hank sometimes.

Anyways, that’s my ramble for now. Again, he’s my first oc so I have some things I need to refine and expand on, but this is what I have so far. I’m not even skilled enough if an artist yet to draw what he exactly looks like. Also, I’m completely open to any critiques, ideas for improvement, or other fun ideas that I could incorporate! I hope you enjoyed my rambling 😊

Of course I remember Cloudstrike, I love him!

I think wind powers are super cool. And turning into a gas is super useful! I wish that more mutants who had elemental powers utilized this. I also love how he sleeps in this state for comfort, it makes sense! I love seeing domestic sides of ocs too.

I love his relationships you mentioned! Jubilee and Roberto is a cute trio with Ethan, and cooking with Kurt and Ororo? Sooo sweet.

The shock! Kurt and Hank puff up!! That's so cute. Like rubbing a balloon on them and watching it stick 😂

You know Kurt the flirt is gonna be complimenting Ethan. He'd be so fascinated with his powers and I think he'd ask him a ton of questions about them, especially about when Kurt teleports and he asks Ethan about his brimstone smoke cloud. Can he control it? Does it have a taste? A smell? A feeling?? So many questions.

HA I love how Ethan doesn't really like Logan, he can be kind of an ass at first.

I love all the relationships he has with the team, it really feels like he's part of the group! He's fleshed out really well, and the connections makes him feel more real. He's sweet! Thank you for sharing him with us 💙

[sweetsummercourier]

Little Do You Know

When I open my eyes in the morning

And you're not there

When my lungs cannot breathe anymore

And I'm lying right there

It'll be you in my heart that I'm holding

Synopsis: on the boat ride back to Paradis after the Rumbling, Saoirse and Mikasa comfort each other regarding the events of the past and the loss of Eren.

Characters: Mikasa Ackerman, Saoirse Wolford-Blackwell (oc)

Content: angst and comfort, mentions of pregnancy / unborn child, mentions of decapitation and character death, season 4 characters are 18+

Word count: 3k

A/N: Women supporting women! This time, I wanted to focus on Saoirse and Mikasa's relationship, and the friendship that they've forged over the course of the show and manga. I should mention that in my AU, Mikasa still loves Eren. I think I'd be doing her a disservice if I removed / ignored that aspect of her. As always, proofread by me and Grammarly.

as a reminder SAOIRSE'S SURNAME HAS BEEN CHANGED. It is now Wolford-Blackwell.

Borders by @thecutestgrotto

They say counting stars

You play the part of a soul missing home

Time's not a problem, do you think we were moving too fast?

Guess we weren't meant to last

My love, where'd you go?

Where'd you go?

/ / /

The boat rocked gently as the waves lapped at its sides. Seagulls cawed outside, soaring next to the vessel. An uneven desk kept wobbling with the boat’s movements. A few crates slid side to side slightly, scratching at the floor… and it took everything in Saoirse not to throw up.

She hated boats. Sure, the idea of sailing sounded nice, and with all the different kinds of boats, it seemed fun and romantic, but the seasickness – coupled with her morning sickness – made Saoirse want to die. As much as she wanted to accompany Mikasa above deck, she knew very well she’d just end up spilling her guts over the railing. 

She couldn’t wait for this part of their journey to end. 

She stayed below deck in the small cabin the two were sharing, sitting on one of the cots with a black blanket lazily wrapped around her. Calling it a cabin was a bit of an overstatement – it was more like a storage room with some of its belongings taken out so that the two had a place to sleep. It wasn’t much, and the cots weren’t the comfiest, but it was enough for now. 

She was protectively cradling a small cardboard box in her arms – the box that held Eren’s decapitated head. It was the only thing Saoirse could find to contain his head. She hated it. She hated that she even had to put his head in something, much less a cardboard box that she happened to find at the harbor, or what remained of it. It was so… plain, and she felt like she was being disrespectful for putting his head in it – despite the fact she had done so to prevent anyone from trying to take him away. 

The box made it all too real, too. Once they returned to Paradis, his head would be placed in another box, and buried under the tree that held such significance to Eren. She wasn’t ready for it. How could she be? She hadn’t even digested the recent events, memories, and thoughts racing like a tumultuous storm. 

Their final moments together kept replaying in her mind. How he expressed his displeasure at the idea of her finding another man, of another man raising his baby. How his biggest regret was not being able to be by her side. How he swore they’d be together again. How he swore he’d love her forever, and even after that.

He smelt like seaspray and sunshine.

Saoirse looked back at the porthole near her cot and caught a seagull passing by. The sun was still out. It looked like a lovely day. Maybe if she went outside, she could smell that seaspray, and for a moment imagine that he was by her side again… no, she’d throw up. She shook her head and looked away from the light, sighing softly.

She felt she had no more tears to shed, no more words to scream, no more demands to beg. She felt numb and hollow. She must have looked like a living corpse: alive but unmoving, pale and stiff.  She felt like it, too, like there was an empty spot in her chest where her heart once was. 

She held the box close to her, her eyes fixed on nothing as she maintained her stupefied vigil. The only thing keeping her tied to this world, to this moment, was the box in her arms and the baby in her womb. 

“What am I supposed to do now?” she asked no one, her question fading as quickly as she asked it. There wasn’t an answer, at least not one that was immediately obvious. She and Eren had planned to settle down, rebuild his childhood home in Shiganshina, and raise a family – your standard “white picket fence and two and a half kids and a dog” plan. 

This wasn’t her plan all along. Saoirse never saw herself as a mother, or capable of falling in love. Her early years gave her the notion that she was not fit for an “ordinary” life. She wasn’t human; she should be shunned. Originally, she planned on serving her time as a soldier, joining the Garrison Regiment so she could help her adopted family. When she finished her duty, she’d return to the family’s farm and keep working for them until she died, unwed and childless. 

Yet loving Eren profoundly changed her. She wanted a family. She wanted love. She wanted to share a bed with someone and to wake up beside them. She wanted to cook and share meals at the table with a family she helped build. She wanted to have a hand to hold and a shoulder to cry on. She wanted to grow old side by side with someone. She wanted a wedding with a white dress and a cake… she hated dresses. 

But she would have worn one for Eren.

Saoirse would have done all of that for Eren… and all she had to show for it was his head in a cardboard box, an illegitimate child, and a broken heart. 

How did life end up this way? Why did it end up this way? Saoirse felt like the laughingstock of the universe. The butt of every joke life could have thrown at her. Born premature, sold off like livestock at a kill auction, experimented and tortured and abused… and just when her life seemed to turn around when she was adopted, the Walls were breached and she became a soldier. 

And before Eren died, she learned how he had altered her thoughts to preserve her. He even admitted that he did it in the beginning because her abilities helped serve his goals, and he hadn’t even expected to fall in love with her.

How was she supposed to go home now? How was she going to explain to her adopted parents that not only was she pregnant, but that the father was the Devil of Paradis? The man who brought the world to its knees? How was she supposed to tell them about the years in the military? She knew she would have no choice but to bring up the experimentation she was forced to endure as a child, and the Titan she bore because of it. How would they possibly handle the idea that the little girl they adopted had not only been a monster but now grew the child of a monster in her womb?

She couldn’t blame them if they rejected her. Who would want to keep her around? A part of her didn’t want to try and go home. Her adopted mother was so sweet and so kind, the idea of seeing her with a broken heart and crying made Saoirse wince. And her adopted father, a gentle giant… the more she thought about them and what her story would do to them only made her less and less confident about going home.

She wasn’t even angry anymore. She was just so tired. Maybe it would be best if they thought she was dead.

The door creaked open and Saoirse snapped back to reality. Her arms wrapped the box tightly, pressing it closer to her body. She glared at the entryway, trying to make herself look threatening in an attempt to ward off whoever entered the room.

Mikasa looked on, unfazed by Saoirse’s aggressive display. Upon seeing that it was Mikasa, Saoirse slowly relaxed and inspected the box gently to make sure she hadn’t damaged it in her fierce grasp.

“I’m sorry,” she sighed as she looked back at her friend, satisfied with the state of the box. “I… didn’t think you’d be coming back so soon.”

“It’s alright,” Mikasa replied as she closed the door behind her. 

Saoirse’s fingers gently ran over the top of the box, her thumb tracing along the edge of one of the flaps. She resisted the urge to open it, knowing she’d break down upon seeing Eren’s head again, but she just wanted to see him one more time. 

Mikasa approached and gently touched her wrist. In a fit of desperation, Saoirse smacked her hand away and held the box closer. She stared up at Mikasa with a wide eye, her breathing quickening.

“No! No, you can’t have him!”

“Saoirse… Saoirse, it’s me,” Mikasa said quietly, her voice tinged with sorrow. “It’s alright. No one will take him.”

Saoirse hesitated and her face flushed with embarrassment. She stuttered an apology, and she leaned down, her forehead pressed against the box. She felt like a caged beast, a cornered animal. She felt wounded and weak, and everything was a threat. Everyone was her enemy and wanted to hurt her.

“I must be going mad,” she whispered before looking up again. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

Despite her grief, Saoirse knew the consequences of Eren’s actions. He would be both glorified and vilified by the people of Paradis. He’d be the hero who tore down the Walls and eliminated their enemies (or at least eighty percent of them) to many, and the villain who only made things worse for others. She lived in constant fear that someone would come into the room and take the box, and either keep it to be venerated or throw it into the ocean.

Was it a good idea to bring him home? Of course, Marley wouldn’t give him a proper burial. She didn’t want to imagine the things they would have done with his head. Yet with the prospect of how people would view Eren on Paradis, she was frightened of people robbing or desecrating his grave. 

It killed her more to know that she didn’t have his full body to bury. Just his head. 

“I don’t know how I’m going to do this,” Saoirse whispered.

Mikasa remained silent before moving to sit on a nearby crate, listening to Saoirse… or maybe she was contemplating. After all, she had been the one to stop the Rumbling with Levi.

Saoirse could only imagine how Mikasa had felt about the situation. The two had a strong bond and were always side by side. Alongside Armin, the three were a tight-knit group.

Admittedly, Saoirse was a bit jealous of that. She always wondered what it was like to have a close group of friends, people you trusted and grew up with and loved. She couldn’t necessarily say that about their comrades: she trusted and cared for them, but she wasn’t particularly close to anyone. 

“I can’t imagine what it was like,” Saoirse spoke up. “What it was like to… to kill Eren. To end the Rumbling.”

There was a heavy silence between them. She knew she had made the mood worse, but it was the only thing she could think of to talk about. There were no pleasantries to give. 

“I’m glad it was you,” Saoirse continued. “I couldn’t have done what you did… but if anyone was to do it, I’m glad it was you.”

Mikasa inhaled deeply and looked up at her, her dark eyes trained on Saoirse. She gave a soft nod and crossed her arms, placing her arms on her legs.

“I didn’t want anybody else to do it,” Mikasa replied. “Eren was… is very precious to me. I wanted to protect him, and I had for so long… it only felt right that it was me.”

“I know,” Saoirse said. “You loved him, didn’t you?”

“Of course I did.”

“That’s not what I mean.”

Mikasa was silent for a moment and then her eyes widened. She looked at Saoirse and gasped softly as she understood what the other woman meant. Not platonic love. Not even just familial love. No, something much more – a deep, profound love that blossomed from romantic feelings. 

Saoirse gave her a weak smile. It wasn’t hard to see. It wasn’t something that she was blind to. A woman in love could spot another a mile away. She looked down at the box for a moment before looking up at Mikasa.

“I’m sorry – ”

“Why are you apologizing?” Saoirse interrupted quietly.  “There’s nothing to be sorry for.”

Mikasa stared at her, perplexed. She must have been expecting Saoirse to be angry, to berate her. How dare she love a taken man, someone who had chosen another person. Someone who he had fathered a child with and planned a life together. How dare she long for another. 

“... because I do,” Mikasa managed. “I do love him.”

“I know.”

“... how are you not angry? Don’t you hate me?”

“How could I ever hate you? You… are probably the only friend I have in this world.”

Mikasa blinked in surprise at Saoirse’s gentle response. Of course, Saoirse didn’t hate her. She wasn’t upset that Mikasa loved Eren, too. For one, Mikasa and Eren had more history together and had a story that she didn’t have. She didn’t have that with Eren. She didn’t have that history or rapport with him. 

“Do you hate me?”

“For what?”

“For loving him. For him loving me. For him choosing me,” Saoirse said. “Do you hate me because we were partners?”

“No,” Mikasa replied immediately. “I… I wasn’t happy when you two began dating. I wasn’t happy with the idea of him being with you because I… I didn’t like you. I didn’t think you were good enough for him. I thought you were trouble… I thought that ever since we met as cadets.”

Saoirse laughed dryly, looking down at the floor. It was true. When she was younger, she was rude, blunt, and aggressive. She cared about herself and only herself, and often got into arguments and physical altercations with Eren. The two were certainly an unlikely pair, and no one would have thought they would have grown close… especially close enough to form such a bond. A bond that resulted in a new life.

She didn’t blame her for that impression. She would be the first to admit she was an absolute shithead.

Mikasa stood and moved to sit next to Saoirse, wrapping the blanket around her too. They sat in silence for a moment, basking in the other’s presence. Saoirse adjusted the box in her arms and she inhaled shakily as she ran one hand over her belly, feeling the subtle bloat.

“In the end, I’m happy he loved you,” Mikasa added.

“What? Why?” Saoirse asked, quirking an eyebrow. 

“Because you made him happy,” Mikasa explained. “You had matured from when we met, and he loved spending time with you. Even before you two began dating, I could see it in his eyes, hear it in the way he spoke about you. He cared about you. Above all else, all I ever wanted was for Eren to be safe and happy… if he had found it with someone who wasn’t me, I had to learn to accept it.”

Saoirse wasn’t expecting such a response, but it gave her peace of mind. It gave her peace of mind to know that Eren was happy with her, that he cared for her to an extent that others noticed before they became a pair. It gave her peace of mind to know that Mikasa was happy for them, that she was happy with her being Eren’s chosen partner.

“And I’m happy you’re my friend, too.”

Mikasa looked at Saoirse and then reached for the scarf that lay folded nearby. She gently touched its fabric and a light smile curved onto Mikasa’s lips.

“... Eren wrapped this scarf around me when we were kids,” she said. “It’s an invaluable gift. It’s a part of him that no one can take away from me.”

Mikasa turned to Saoirse and wrapped the scarf around the both of them, ensuring it was secure. Saoirse blinked in surprise and she looked down at the scarf, feeling the fabric against her skin. Her nose wrinkled a little as a wave of emotions washed over her.

“No… no, I don’t deserve this,” Saoirse spoke shakily. “I don’t deserve to be wrapped in this scarf.”

“Yes, you do,” Mikasa countered. “Let me share this with you. Let me wrap you like he did with me… let me be there for you and the little one. Please.”

Saoirse felt hot tears fill her one eye, her thick eyelashes immediately becoming soaked and glossy. Looking into Mikasa’s eyes, she saw sincerity. She saw kindness and warmth. Love and care. 

“I don’t deserve it,” she croaked. “I don’t even deserve your friendship or your kindness… or even the kid… I don’t deserve anything.”

“You do,” Mikasa whispered. “You do… please, Saoirse. I love you.”

Those three words made Saoirse burst into tears. Mikasa lay one hand on Saoirse’s back, and the other on her arm. She leaned close and rested her forehead against Saoirse’s head, closing her eyes as she offered her silent comfort. 

“I love you, too,” Saoirse hiccuped, sniffling. “Thank you… thank you… ”

Saoirse closed her eye and held the scarf to her face, burying her nose into the fabric. Tears steadily streamed from her one eye as she wept, grief and gratitude washing over her like waves on the beach. With her eyes closed, she pictured the day they all first saw the ocean, dancing in the waves and feeling the sand between their toes. How Eren looked when she smiled at him that genuine smile for the first time.

“You won’t ever be alone,” Mikasa whispered. “I promise.”

“And neither will you,” Saoirse rasped, sniffling.

Mikasa remained by her side, continuing her silent comfort as she began to softly weep, tears trailing down her cheeks. The two remained in their warm embrace, weeping and mourning the man they both loved and lost. They both knew when they returned to Paradis, they would have to face the new world Eren had ushered in. 

There was much to do, but for now, they had each other. The world wasn’t perfect, it was cruel… yet it wasn’t that bad, and it was beautiful. Saoirse knew Mikasa would be there for her, and she would be there for Mikasa… and at this moment, there was no other way Saoirse would have wanted it.

[gonedreaminggg]

ITS TIME ITS TIME

my unhinged laurance zvahl headcanons 🫠

- Laurance has a BUNCH of ear piercings. Candenza made him swear not to get any facial piercings, and she's one of the only people he listens to. He did get a belly button piercing to spite her tho :)

- He has a lot of nervous ticks. He used to play with his hair when it was long, but when Cadenza cut it, he started cracking his knuckles and picking at his nailbeds. When Aphmau notices him doing this, she lets him play with her hair.

- GARRANCEMAU. POLYCULE. It was kind of unspoken for a while, and then Garroth got left behind in the Irene Dimension. So, Laurance and Aph got really close. However, nothing was official so she got with Aaron. Laurance and Garroth only ever realized after he had died. Garroth understood, he knew that the polycule wasn't too serious. However, Laurance on the other hand, didn't understand that. Plus, he was dealing with the calling and whatnot. There was a rift in the relationship for a while after that.

- All of the kids in the village love Laurance. I mean, we know he was one of Malachai's biggest role models, and Laur had also grown attached to him. But, he also kinda becomes Naoki (Nekoette but less problematic) and Dmitri's babysitter. He's always been good with kids, but MY IRENE he cannot handle Naoki. Leona also likes to hang around him, as well.

- Laurance used to have a fascination with fire when he was little. (i mean the man has adhd and u know how we r with fire.) He would stare at it for hours. It was the only thing that really calmed his brain. But now, he can't stand it. He can stay near a fire for warmth of course, but he's never the one to start or feed it. He can't look at it anymore. Too many memories. The fire is literally a part of him now. His new body was forged from it. There's no need to stare into the flames. He just has to look in the mirror.

- He's still blind, somewhat. His eyesight wasn't miraculously healed. He has to wash his face in the fountain of Lady Irene every so often, or his vision will completely blur. Even then, there's still spots that never go away, mostly on the outer field of his vision. He has reading glasses, as well.

- He's very physically affectionate. He plays with Aphmau's hair. He grazes over Garroth's hands constantly, running his thumb on all the marks in his palm or his scarred knuckles. When he was younger, he would always find something to fiddle with on Cadenza's clothes.

- He would model for Cadenza a lot. Before becoming a Shadow Knight, he was very comfortable in his body and his masculinity, so playing dress up was honestly very fun.

- Laurance always has to do something with his hands, so he takes up a lot of different crafts. Tying knots, woodcarving (thank you @xerith-42 for that one lmao), making jewelry. (In my hc my OC taught him how to make jewelry, but we don't have to get into that now haha)

- Laurance has Brazilian heritage, and even though he was an orphan, there's a large Brazilian population in Meteli and he was raised around the culture. Hayden kept Laurance very informed on his roots, and in turn Cadenza got to experience all of this as well. (I wanna go into this further at some point but I want to do the proper research first.)

- Since SKs don't need as much sleep, most nights Laurance just wanders Phoenix Drop. That's why he's usually the first to know when something's wrong.

- Before Laurance became an official guard, he was sort of a... vigilante. Bringing justice in the dead of night type beat. When he was younger, in his early teens, there was a high crime rate in Meteli. So, if Laurance saw someone stealing, or trying to break in somewhere, he'd tie them up and leave them outside the guard station for the authorities to deal with them.

Alright have fun with this one crazies

[hairscare]

PLEASE MAN I'm starving for seeing my experiences represented in media beyond "oh they're just single" I CAN'T BE THE ONLY ONE DOING SHIT AROUND HERE!!!!

Anyways whats it like having correct opinions all the time

feels pretty damn good. i have a lot of fun playing around with my many aroace ocs and the different aroace experiences they have bc god knows almost no pieces of media want to. to me aroace characters should come in many shapes in sizes like:

- bug that eats things

- in a qpr but first and foremost prioritizes her sleep schedule

- will only court someone for financial gain

- will only court someone to impose their righteousness onto them and ultimately humiliate them

- in a pact with a human that is definitely is not a normal pact relationship but whatever

- thinks ppl are hot but instead of wanting them theyre just really jealous

- has sex with ppl but its just a trap to eat them

so many unique aroace experiences im sure we can all relate to <3

[miradelletarot]

I'm here to help with your bad mood!! Ten thousand hugs coming your way stat! 🫂🫂🫂💕

If you need something to take your mind off of things, and if you have the energy for it, maybe you could write something about Gale with a Cleric! Reader who worships a deity of light that he's never heard of. Bonus points if they actually have some of that deity's power and totally save his ass with it.

(This may or may not be inspired by my Cleric of Hylia OC where my Tav's name is Sheik and she worships Hylia from the legend of zelda. Idk how much you know about Zelda so sorry if you're unfamiliar with it ;-;)

I really really hope tomorrow goes better for you, and every other day after that. You deserve the best and only the best, sweetie. Have some cake 🎂

Sorry it took me literally *forever* to get to this, but I hope you like what I came up with. For context, I decided on using Sarenrae (which I know is a Pathfinder deity, not a D&D one,) but I assumed that Gale would at least have some BASIC knowledge on every known deity in the Forgotten Realms so I wanted to lean into something that would be truly known. Sure, I'm crossing the streams, but it's a system I am semi-familiar with, and thought it would be a neat touch. (plus, I thought it would be cool asf for our cleric to call upon her, and basically level up on the battlefield. because...ya know. turn that badass dial up to 11.) Also, even though i grew up with Zelda, i was not allowed to play video games as a kid so I know NOTHING about it. Should I play it? perhaps. Will I? probably not. I barely have two braincells to rub together half the time, and I use them both on writing or sleeping these days lol. So, I hope you like the bit of creative license I took with this one. Regardless, THANK YOU so much for the ask! This has been so fun to take these prompts and stretch my writing abilities a little, diving into ideas I never considered (except for the Sagora x Gale one...i really ran to the moon with that lmao).

So here you go! Cleric!Reader x Gale, saving Gale's ass in the shadow cursed lands. (I kept it neutral as to their relationship so it could be seen as friendship if said reader was not interested in the romance aspect of things). cw: some canon-typical/D&D-typical violence

You and your companions ventured into the Shadow Cursed lands, overwhelmed by the depths of emptiness and darkness that lurked throughout. As you walked you could almost feel threads of your very soul being tugged on, draining you piece by piece.

You stop, closing your eyes – which normally wouldn’t be a good idea, but your companions had your back – and you did your best to focus all of your energy on anything that wasn’t the curse. Your connection with the divine was barely able to break though enough to guide you to a familiar sensation.

Last Light.

“This way,” you call out as you open your eyes and begin to walk forward, your companions following you.  It isn’t long before you make your way into an ambush, surrounded by vine and needle blights. “Shit!” You hiss as you’re struck by a cluster of spindly thorns from afar. You brace yourself, weapon drawn, and spells at the ready, prepared to defend your friends.

You do your best to fight them at a distance, finding out very quickly that the needle blights explode on death, and spray out a flurry of needles as a last attempt at retribution for invading their land. “AH!” Gale cries out, his shield spell flickering out as about a dozen or so needles jut out from his robes sending him reeling backward. “Gale!” Before you can reach him, he backs up directly into a vine blight, its spindly arms wrapping around him tightly. He lets out a blood-curdling scream as it constricts around him, and pushes some of the needles deeper into his flesh. You watch in horror as he loses consciousness knowing you can’t help him just yet lest you succumb to a similar fate. Your eyes light up like a bronze fire, a guttural incantation emerging from your lips. Desperate. Angry. Surrounding you is the manifestation of your rage in the form of spiritual guardians, bathing you in a soft glow as they purge the evil around you and your friends. 

For a brief moment, Gale groans, his eyes fluttering open as a surge of deep golden light flashes before him, and his body falls lip to the ground.

Behind shut eyes, he’s aware of that light…how it fades, then brightens again.

“Hang on, Gale! I’ve got you!” Your words sound more like a desperate plea than a promise, words he can scarcely make out in his daze.

He draws in a sharp breath as you and your fellow companions pluck the needles from him one by one, his eyes thrown open from the pain, but all he can see is you. Bathed in the brightest light he’s ever seen, and the color of a Waterdhavian sunset, your hands are outstretched towards him, his breathing begins to settle as you chant to your deity. Sarenrae? Dawnflower? What are these names?He’s not familiar with either of those names, but you keep chanting them, and each time you do, he can breathe a bit deeper, see a little clearer. “Gale??” You whisper as he sits up, and the radiance that surrounded you has dimmed once again.

He lifts his hand to his chest, clutching his robes. For a moment, he simply sits in silence, wrestling with his own mortality. When he finally looks at you with disbelief. “What was that? What you did just now?” You ponder for a moment, not even entirely sure what it was yourself. After all, these abilities were new to you, a new blessing from your goddess. Not that you never healed anyone before, but your light was stronger, brighter, more radiant than even you had ever experienced. “I – I’m not entirely sure. I just called upon Sarenrae…The Dawnflower. Our lady of healing light. It is with her blessings that I shine so brightly.” You pause, taking in everything that just transpired before you give him a gentle smile. “I’m just glad you’re alright.” You stand and help him to his feet, allowing yourselves a moment to dust off your clothes, and check for any other immediate injuries.

“You have my most sincere thanks.” He bows before you, and smiles as he straightens up again.

You bow your head and offer a half-smile in return. “You’re most welcome. Now, let’s find our way to the Inn, shall we?”

[paeliae-occasionally]

OC Profile tag.

Thanks @saturnine-saturneight for the tag!

I will answer for Xaeren because I have been writing him recently.

Name: Xaeren (Z-eye-ren)

Nickname: Xae, but only by the hidden king or maybe Kell.

Kind of being: Human. (Runic)

Age: For the majority of story he is 32-33 but he was held is stasis for quite a few years so his body is only like 25.

Gender: Male

Appearance: Light tan skin and a sparkle in his eyes when he is thinking. He wears a dark blue sailing coat with a strange number of pockets that seem to move and shift depending on his need. The buckles on the coat and all of his jewellery is engraved with runes so he can cast with them if he is ever in need. His hair is black matching his black boots made for running across Zaireli rooftops.

Occupation: Hand for the house of Hiresias then godkiller.

Family members: His parents were Saire and Morden Teyri and they were taken by Schaeres when they attempted a necromantic ritual. He was then raised by the runic cult: the Ponturesi.

Pets: He bound all of their souls to Schaeres’s realm in practice.

Best friend: The hidden king’s son Arlei.

Describe their room: He has a small wooden loft space in Zairel with a slanted roof and piles of books in tall piles on the one desk. In one corner is a small wooden slab covered in a thin blanket where he sleeps (when he can justify it) and he has a workbench with clay, carving knives and metal casting tools for making runes.

Way of speaking: He learnt Zaireli from criminals of a higher house so he speaks with a lower Zaireli accent but can easily fake nobility. He speaks Altic like a higher scholar becuase of the Ponturesi

Physical characteristics (posture, gestures, attitude): He moves with a quiet grace as a trained runic and spy of the House, but he still finds himself standing straight with his hands behind his back when stressed from memories when he was with the Ponturesi. His hands move as fast as his mind crafting and writing while he talks.

Items in their back pocket/purse: With his many pockets in his coat, he carries more than most people. He has two full sets of runes and a knife to carve more if he needs to. He also carries a sharper knife for rituals or combat if he needs it. His pockets are full of notes and he always has at least 3 Hiresisian clocks used as a secret form of communication in the house.

Hobbies: He loves sailing. That was one of the main reasons he stayed in Zair to research for so long, because of the large port and sail boats he could travel on.

Favorite sports: Sailing and runic jumping.

Abilities/Talents/Powers: He is the most powerful mortal runic who has ever lived. He wrote 42 of the 47 runes during years of magical research.

Relationships (how they are with other people): It depends on how he views you. Before he returned from the Demi-plane, he would look for stories in people and travel the continent learning about the people there, but after he returned he had a debt to settle and all that mattered was if you were useful or not.

Fears: Faliure. He is running out of time as the goddess gets closer and he needs this plan to work or his life loses meaning.

Faults: He is incredibly focused which means he can ignore those around him while he is trapped in his work. This makes it hard to maintain relationships and means he often ignores his physical needs, forgetting to eat for days at a time.

Good points: Alternatively, that singular focus means he can achieve incredible things if he sets his mind to it, including writing 42 runes and killing a goddess.

What they want more than anything else: He would say he wants to kill Schaeres, but deeper than that he wants to fulfil a purpose. He latches to meaning with everything in his being, hoping to do something useful with all of his talents.

That was a lot. I really like Xaeren as a character, he is a fun figure to play with.

Tagging @tildeathiwillwrite, @somethingclevermahogony, @sunflowerrosy, @the-golden-comet, @kaylinalexanderbooks

and @drchenquill

[clovermine13]

It's been awhile since an IF has managed to completely take over my brain in awhile so I decided to get a drawing of my @infamous-if MC Delilah Rose, commissioned from @inorheona, who always does a fantastic job.

OC Fun Facts below

Pansexual

100% has a praise kink, she wants to explore that more but the kind of sex she has doesn't usually leave much room for conversing.

Has been wildin' in the club since she broke up with Seven, like a lot, probably to much, maybe needs therapy. Definitely needs therapy

has a very particular Pen Preference and while she will use whatever is available, she might complain. Also, prefers to write in one of her many notebooks over her notes app.

She does drink, she does do drugs (Coke or Oxy depending on her mood) but tries to stay sober and makes sure her friends get home. Also, she sleeps around and would rather do that as sober as possible.

Has definitely written lyrics on the back of a one night stand. In sharpie, she was very sorry. She always dedicates that song to that poor women.

Would kill to play a rain show. She has a thing with rain storms.

Loves to read romance novels. especially fantasy ones, ESPECIALLY spicy ones. Its trash but she loves it.

Is she still actively in love with her ex, probably, is she planning on avoiding that with every fiber of her being, absolutely.

I like to think she is part of a VERY casual FWB situation with the lead singer of another band where they meet up when they are in the same place and send each other memes. For two rockstars, its pretty wholesome.

Would absolutely love to be in a committed relationship, monogamous or otherwise but is too afraid to even try.

Wants a big family, is looking forward to being an aunt, is convinced she is going to be a horrible mother, which isn't true but she doesn't think highly of herself, also she doesn't know how to balance her music and the relationships she has that aren't directly tied to her music and having a baby scares her. (She is very careful)

Is okay with the idea of being married but doesn't think it's necessary, catch her with her lover initial around her neck, or initials tattooed on her wrist.

Is super committed and very touchy in a relationship, really enjoys PDA but wants to keep as much of her relationship private as she can, just for them.

Will eventually write love songs but hasn't written one in a long time.

Is completely unaware of how she affects people, not is a mean way, she just doesn't think she is that important outside of her music. She is sweet, just sad and a bit oblivious. She is a sweetheart she just doesn't believe you really like her.

Says she is indifferent about her parents, that's kind of true, she still wishes they liked her (Head canon wise, I think her Dad does and wants to reconnect but at this point he doesn't know how and her Mom resents Delilah, she never wanted kids and D is aware of this. )

She is Chinese on her Dads side and Portuguese on her Moms. She is First Gen American and doesn't really know he extended family.

I think friends would call her D if nicknames ever become a thing.

Would love to have pets, maybe a bird or some bunnies. But she is literally never home.

Love language is a tie between Physical Touch/ Words of Affirmation

Loves pet names.

A pacifist unless she needs to fight then she can.

I like to think she has a lot of half baked talents like her parents put her in a ton of activities to keep her busy and supervised when she was young so she can sew, tie fancy knots, put up a tent, build a fire, has basic tap/ballet, karate and can raise goats and ride a horse.

Is an absolutely mid cook. She tries but generally hates cooking.

Has everyone's things in her apartment. Like she has a spare room and in that spare room is two dressers and a closet full of the bands stuff and they can sleep there whenever.

Has a top secret email that Fans can use to get in touch with her and there is a higher chance of getting a reply. Sometimes people use it as free therapy (She is not someone who should be giving advice) or different artistic pursuits, fanart, short stories. I think she has written songs based on short stories sent to her email, she gives them credit and dedicates those songs to the author. Has she received fanfic to this email.... Yes.

Is artistic and tends to work on other projects while idle. Right now she is crocheting a baby blanket.

Has so many belts.

Favourite Colour- Green

Favourite Show- Black Mirror

Favourite Movie- The Princess Bride.

I only create one MC per game. I am not a multiple MC girlie. So she will romance everyone but as an angsty, second chance romance girl, Seven is probably gonna be her main. (Although G is a close second.)

[ominous-feychild]

OC Facts Tag

Thank you for the tag, @honeybewrites!

Rules: Make a list of fun facts about your OCs. Like a headcanon list, if you will! Except it's actually canon lol.

Characters from Sun and Shadow: Freya, Crow, Daleira, Faer

Freya:

Knows a lot about sailing, but has mostly worked on ships by herself. Is she self-taught? Well, kinda--it's because of her dad basically being a god of the ocean. It's literally in her blood, and she's blessed to have good luck on the ocean. Not that it helps her if "luck" doesn't come into play...

Has mostly figured out how to translate three different forgotten languages by using only her own intelligence and libraries

Has anger issues but thinks of herself as a very calm person

Has a lot of nightmares, but remembers very few of them. Doesn't have very many good night's rests

For some reason, half of what she thinks and knows of her past contradict each other...

Sleeps curled up in a ball; likes cuddling with stuffed animals but left it at home when going to Lynsmouth because she thought her fiancé would judge her for it. Joke's on her, it's a fiancée, and she has way more than just one!

Would forgive her dad for his neglect if he just gave a sincere apology, a hug, and spent at least a few months with her every year

Hates standing out

Was previously in a toxic relationship with a man who groomed her. It caused a lot of her modern-day issues. Her dad is not aware of this, and she hopes to keep it that way.

Crow:

Both hates and loves the smell of blood

Forgot how to cry years ago

Is a fantastic actor and liar; thinks their lies are terrible and obvious, but is able to fool even some of the people best at reading body-language

Knows how to fight with two different types of weapons. Also knows hand-to-hand combat--that, and using a simple dagger, are what they're best at

Always has a knife/dagger within reach, but it's usually hidden behind one of their wings or their tail feathers

Their humor is, in reality, an act they put on to make people underestimate them. They are hyper-alert and constantly on guard

Is most comfortable sleeping on top of something spherical; likes wrapping their arms--and so their wings with them--around it, resting their cheek over their shoulder/wing, and splaying their legs out

However, is used to sleeping in terrible conditions. Just always needs to sleep on their stomach; it's painful to lay on their wings

Daleira:

Is almost certainly ADHD and is probably on the spectrum; I'd have to write more of her before I say the last part for sure, though

Doesn't have very many friends and is aware of it; most of the people in her life are either humoring her because they're afraid of her or because they want political power

Her obsession with magic originated from her trying to figure out if she could change what she is--aka, stop being a faerie and turn human

She's terrified of her own magic and refuses to use it. Most of the magic she uses in-story is during moments of panic (ie, used on reflex) or through a conduit

If she ever managed to "turn human", would cry for weeks about no longer being able to shapeshift. Her ability to shapeshift is one of the few things she likes about being a faerie

Has never been in a relationship before

Doesn't like to sleep because she's afraid of what her magic will do while she's unconscious. Lucky(?) her, she can literally make it so she doesn't have to sleep

Wishes she had a sibling or other people to relate to

Loves sweet food; lucky her, she won't ever gain weight unless she wants to

Faer:

Figured out engineering over time from reverse-engineering half-destroyed machinery

Likes cooking and sees it as very similar to engineering

He loves his hair and would cry if he had to cut it. Has not cut it once in over 5 years, not even to trim it.

Loves soft textures and wears an oversized cloak to hide his constant fidgeting, to generally keep his actions hidden, and to be able to pet it

The more I write about him, the more certain I am that I accidentally made ANOTHER goddamn autistic character istg--

Although he claims the cyborg bobcat that follows him everywhere is his familiar, it is not. It is an actual bobcat. They bonded over a series of incidents of saving each other's lives and refuse to part from each other

Refuses to set foot in a forest until his life depends on it. Thankfully, now lives in a city.

The giant scar over his face is far from the only one he has.

Has PTSD and is constantly aware of his surroundings

Met Daleira when she saved him, but actually likes her as a friend and person

Is suspicious of Valyarus, but doesn't know how to tell Daleira that her dad gives him major creep vibes

"Faer" (pronounced "fair") is not actually his name

Tagging (with no pressure): @the-letterbox-archives @the-golden-comet @yourpenpaldee @darkandstormydolls @themboty + anyone else who wants to join!

Divider by @cafekitsune

[zwy01]

Noble OCs - Siriana

Making five OCs for every clan!

Tianming Siriana: Pureblood. Alive in the present day, belongs to Lagus’ generation.

Tianming is smart, cunning, and manipulative. He takes great pride in being a noble and enjoys flaunting the power he possesses. His favorite pastime is playing with humans and pulling on their puppet strings. The world is his little ant farm and he views humans as brainless ants who only know how to move around in circles. A long time ago, a very bored Tianming wanted to spice things up. If human history was a canvas, he wanted to be the painter. Tianming used his noble superpowers to make himself look like he descended from the heavens and blessed the humans with his presence. Then, he announced himself as one of the gods, and told the humans about the “Mandate of Heaven”; something about there only being one legitimate ruler at a time, and if a king rules unfairly he could lose heaven’s approval, etc. The humans were in total awe and soaked up his teachings like a sponge. Little did they know it was nonsense he made up on spot because he just wanted to stir up drama. Tianming often disguised himself as a human and dwelled amongst them, taking part in rebellions to overthrow rulers he helped to establish in the past. He’d partake in the creation of a new dynasty, play with them for a little while, and accelerate the downfall of said dynasty once he gets bored. And this would be the norm for subsequent dynasties. Tianming’s having a blast with his little role-play game in the human world. He doesn’t fine-tune events for any particular outcome and simply enjoys being the steering wheel in the shadows. Even if it’s an anthill, he wants his piece of the ants’ treasure. The other nobles are aware of his unusual hobby and most are neutral. Some look at him with disdain, chaos-lovers cheer him on. Tianming doesn’t kill humans, so nobles who think he should be dealt with can’t do much about him. He has no urge to kill, but he doesn’t mind seeing people do it to each other. Their screams and cries make nice background music. Even better than an orchestra, how neat. Tianming is the father of Raizel’s brother, whom he had with the Previous Noblesse. He shows little to no emotion at her death nor does he acknowledge their son’s death. His exact relationship with the Previous Noblesse remains a mystery.

Guanyin Siriana: Pureblood. Entered eternal sleep, belonged to Gejutel’s generation.

Guanyin was the mother and predecessor of Zarga. She wasn’t exactly the best mother nor did she spend much effort in at least trying to be one. To her, Zarga was merely another noble amongst the crowd and she viewed him as an average acquaintance. His “special” connection to her existed solely because she gave birth to him and was his mother in simple terms. Precisely, she created him from a soul fragment. That was all. Guanyin didn’t exactly shun Zarga, but she never once referred to him as her son. To her, he was more like a younger colleague who had a permanent residence in her home. She didn’t show affection for him, and simply sat still and stared whenever he had his typical child moments. She heard him, but didn’t listen to what he had to say. She saw him, but didn’t integrate him into her field of view. Zarga had no one to praise him for his milestones nor did he have anyone to hold and comfort him when he felt sad. On the flip side, he was never punished for anything he did as long as he made progress with his education and training. He wasn’t the type to break rules for fun, but he was functionally free to do so to his heart’s desire. His mother would be the last person on this planet to discipline him. Guanyin’s concern for Zarga was minimal. He was her heir, she was his Clan Leader; their relationship stopped there. She treated him with respect and even bowed to him like she would in a greeting with another noble of similar status. She completely ignored the child part of his identity and grouped him with her adult colleagues. She never held him in her arms. Zarga’s other parent and soul fragment donor had no role in his life either. Zarga’s birth was planned a long time ago, when his other parent owed Guanyin a favor in his youth thus offered to have a soul fragment available for her when she needed one for her heir. The absence of reliable parental figures in Zarga’s life meant he felt lonely at times. From his mother’s perspective, her lack of any sort of emotion towards her son wasn’t her being personal at all. Rather, she felt almost nothing for her own kind in general. She had her duty towards her clan and fellow citizens of Lukedonia, and she did a good job. No one could ask her to be involved beyond that in any of their business.

Ironically, Guanyin was known as the “Goddess of Mercy and Compassion” in the human world. She felt neutral towards her own kind but loved humans unconditionally. She offered comfort to them. She was their spiritual and physical savior. She represented compassion, mercy, and love. The free time she could’ve spent with Zarga was always given to the humans without any hesitation. Guanyin was truly dedicated to her cause. She was revered as a goddess for a good reason. Perhaps Guanyin’s blatant favoritism sowed a seed of bitterness in Zarga’s heart. To add insult to injury, Guanyin addressed the humans as her “children”, which was a luxury Zarga never got to experience. Zarga was reluctant to admit that he missed his mother and tried to convince himself that he didn’t need her. He hated how he wanted her to notice him and felt pathetic. Guanyin was many people’s savior, yet never once reached out to the one who needed her most.

Caishen Siriana: Non-pureblood. Alive in the present day, belongs to the Previous Lord’s generation.

Caishen is charming and optimistic. His special talent is being lucky. The world somehow always has coincidences set up so he avoids everything that could possibly harm him. It’s as if he has an invisible shield following him around at all times. This may sound like a blessing, but it’s a minor huge inconvenience on his part. A perfectly fine table would collapse just because he’s about to stub his toe from being careless and not looking at where he’s walking. Dang, what a pity, that table was a real work of art. Or he’s about to accidentally trip himself and rather than falling onto the floor, there’s always someone nearby and he’ll fall on them instead and he’s fine because they took the blow for him. For this reason, the nobles all avoid him because they think he’s going to bring them bad luck. Everyone thinks he’s unlucky. Nobles look at his friends and wonder why they even hang out with him. Caishen is naturally clumsy but learns to be more careful to not let his luckiness cost others their wellbeing. He also tries his best because he doesn’t want his belongings to keep destroying themselves. Caishen carries red envelopes with handwritten letters, candies and toys stuffed inside on him at all times and gives them to people he likes. Then he exclaims “gong xi fa cai!” and laughs. Nobles eventually come to appreciate his gifts and affectionately calls them “Caishen’s unlucky red envelopes”. His quirky gift-giving ritual spreads to the human world and inspires “lucky red envelopes” filled with money in some human cultures. Even his gibberish catchphrase becomes a classic verbal blessing humans exchange with friends and family. Caishen has a Chinese dragon buddy named Jikuai and the two of them go on adventures in the human world once every twelve years. They visit villages and give out gifts of money, food, and other goods to residents. The humans mark their calendars and every twelfth year is the Year of the Dragon. Caishen and Jikuai are very flattered. To humans, they are the bringers of good fortune and prosperity. How flattering! Caishen’s hobby is making sycees.

Ganesha Siriana: Non-pureblood. Alive in the present day, belongs to Raskreia’s generation.

Ganesha is a bit shy. He usually wears an elephant headdress covering his own head entirely and only takes it off around people he knows. He speaks in two different voices depending on whether he has his headdress on or off. His friends ask him why he does his voice changes and to be frank he doesn’t know either. Ganesha is very intelligent. He was born with a gift, and he also spends a lot of time studying in the library tower Minerva. He’s very well acquainted with the Paradiso scholars there, and they often engage in deep conversations on all kinds of subjects. The scholars miss him when he’s busy and can’t come, and look forward to each of his visits. He tends to not announce when he comes and goes, so they hope he does remember to drop by. Ganesha’s creative thinking skills are excellent and nobles go to him for advice sometimes. He’s smart, cool, dignified, and elegant. That is, until he sees sweets. He goes extra crazy for pastries and won’t calm down until he’s had his fill. Thank goodness they’re nobles and overeating isn’t really detrimental to them. Ganesha is the person who stuffs his friend Geirmundr Landegre’s mouth with a cake to show him a new world. Geirmundr becomes a baker and in his career, he creates a very tasty dessert he names modaka, which is Ganesha’s all-time favorite. Ganesha has a supernatural giant rat friend named Kroncha and they’re inseparable. Sometimes Ganesha rides Kroncha on walks. Ganesha has two partners, Buddhi and Siddhi.

Erdene Siriana: Non-pureblood. Entered forced eternal sleep, belonged to Gejutel’s generation.

Erdene was the younger sister of Harald Siriana, the mother of Valentina Mergas, and the caretaker and tutor of Zarga Siriana. Erdene was sweet, empathetic, and patient. Zarga’s mother Guanyin being uninvolved in raising him meant that he spent his early years rotating between countless caretakers and nannies. They were Siriana clan members arranged to take care of Zarga in Guanyin’s stead because she couldn’t spare time for her own son. Some of them agreed it would’ve been better for their future Clan Leader to have his mother in his life, but they were in no place to suggest that to Guanyin. They could only listen to her orders as they had no say in such matters. The caretakers’ faces all blur in Zarga’s memory. Since there were so many of them and each only stuck around for short time, they often left just as he was about to grow attached to them, and that was very stressful for a young Zarga. Guanyin’s arrangements for her heir would continue to overwhelm him, until Erdene stepped up. While the other caretakers left as soon as their part of the job had been completed, Erdene couldn’t bring herself to leave behind the child who clutched onto her sleeves. His grip was weak, signaling that she was free to pull away as he didn’t expect her to stay with him even though he wanted her to. Erdene stayed with Zarga and requested to meet with Guanyin, and proposed that she would like to be the young heir’s primary caretaker. Guanyin, with her usual disregard for her son, agreed to the proposal. She didn’t care about who took care of him as long as he had someone. Erdene and Zarga grew very close to each other and he called her “Miss Erdene” and later “Mother”, which started when he had a slip-up because he viewed her as one and got confused for a second. He was flustered and promptly apologized for his mistake, but a teary-eyed Erdene insisted that he could call her that. He teared up too, and they shared a happy embrace. When Zarga became a little older and more independent, Erdene took up the role of tutor and instructed him on Clan Leader duties because Guanyin was nowhere to be seen yet again. If we’re being nice, she had full trust in Erdene’s competence with her heir. If we’re being honest, she was too busy saving humans to even remember that her son existed. Fortunately, Guanyin’s continued absence in Zarga’s life didn’t bother him as much anymore because he had his beloved Erdene. He sort of had a sister as well, though she wasn’t too keen on calling him her brother despite thinking of him as one. Erdene’s daughter Valentina, the Mergas heir, sometimes studied with Zarga and the children were close. They were similar in age and personality, and though the two clans had different educational systems, there were some overlapping areas so they occasionally shared study sessions.

Unfortunately, tragedy would follow and both Valentina and Zarga’s happiness came to an abrupt end during their teenage years. Erdene truly wanted to help Zarga, after all. She was his mother figure in practice, but she also hoped that his real mother would pay more attention to him. As much as Zarga appreciated the sentiment, he was more or less annoyed with Erdene’s unwavering persistence with her futile efforts regarding Guanyin. To him, it was a bit like her saying she was planning on leaving him, which would be a wrong assumption on his part. On Erdene’s part, she thought maybe Zarga still longed for his “real” mother and hoped to help him reconnect with her. This mutual misunderstanding drove an invisible wedge between them. One day, Zarga grew tired of Erdene’s refusal to let go of the impossible and in a split second, he snapped at her and told her that she shouldn’t try to meddle with his life because she wasn’t his real mother anyway, and at least his mother never bothered him. Zarga regretted it immediately, but his pride kept him from apologizing. Erdene was hurt, but blamed it on herself and quietly left after apologizing to Zarga, which just made him feel even worse. Unbeknownst to them, that would become their last interaction. Erdene left Lukedonia in hopes of finding a suitable gift for Zarga to cheer him up, but was unfortunately ambushed and killed by werewolves on her way back. Zarga was devastated, and so was Valentina. Their friendship ended when Valentina called him her mother’s killer. Zarga, feeling numb and guilty, accepted Valentina’s accusation. Erdene’s funeral was short and simple. Zarga didn’t attend because Valentina told him she’d kill him if he dared to show up. When Erdene was alive, her hobby was making mooncakes.

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