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chinatea · 4 years ago

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BG/SG/DI, two twin witches + one bear cub.

Diminie -> Jisoo.

Baby G -> Jiyeon.

Seagull -> Jungkook (goes nameless in Part 1).

(This fic is like a feel good pill for me. Hope you’ll enjoy it as well.)

<<<<Part 1 >>>>

Jisoo likes waking up early.

He also likes staying nestled under the quilted blankets for a hot minute as the ambiance of their room whispers in the quiet, punctuated by the cute little noises his brother makes in his sleep.

Jiyeon is not an early riser, but once he’s awake, he doesn’t stay in bed much longer - up and running for his big mug of coffee to jumpstart his day full of bustling activity.

With a self-indulgent yawn, Jisoo props himself up on one elbow, peeking behind the curtain where the outside world greets him with the promise of a fine day. And Jisoo believes that any day can be a fine day as long as one welcomes it with an open heart.

He lets the curtain fall back and rolls onto his other side to press a soft kiss to the crown of Jiyeon’s head. His brother whimpers, wiggling deeper under the covers and making Jisoo giggle fondly at his cuteness - Jiyeon would be the first to complain if Jisoo didn’t kiss him first thing in the morning.

Next, he gingerly crawls over Jiyeon’s sleeping form to get off their bed. As his feet touch the floor, his toes immediately curl into the fluffy carpet that purrs in response like a house cat, shooting a boost of energy up his feet.

The sleeping area is separated from the rest of the bedroom by a night veil. Delicate as a gossamer and with a dark blue shimmer to it, it muffles all noises and dims all lights, keeping even the nasty nightmares at bay. Jisoo slips right through, barely disturbing it, as he steps into the other half of the room bathed in the vibrancy of the morning light.

Their house is an enchanted place, ever changing, molding itself constantly to meet the needs of its two owners. Sometimes it can be a touch unpredictable even, Jisoo thinks as he patters his way through the open inner court that somehow became bestrewn with evergreen pines just overnight. The mist is rolling gently over the needle-littered floor while a bird warbles among the branches up above and perhaps that’s not the worst thing to encounter on one’s way to the washroom.

Albeit it wouldn’t be accurate to call it a wash-room, per se. Not anymore. Not since Jiyeon decided that he likes taking long baths while enjoying the unobstructed view of Mother Nature. So, their wash-room is an honest-to-gods hot spring now.

And Jisoo remains largely un-sold on the idea, but at least now it’s close to the kitchen, so when he is done splashing spring-fresh water onto his face, he heads there for breakfast.

As usual, plates are crowding every single surface in sight, carrying too much food for both of them to finish in a month. Their house spirit has yet to warm up to the idea of moderation, always going the whole hog. Yet, there is a lot of freedom in the way the spirit runs their household and Jisoo would be loath to take that away - it’s simply the spirit’s way of taking care of them and that goes both ways. Besides, he gets to try something new almost every day and the foodie in him can’t say no to a scrumptious meal.

“It’d be nice to have breakfast outside today. Maybe under the pergola?” Jisoo says, popping a plump raspberry into his mouth.

“Oh, and leave a basin with spring water for Jiyeon in the bedroom. Room temperature. Generously sprinkled with lavender petals, please. He likes the scent.”

Before he makes his way outside, he lingers in front of a bookcase, running his fingers over the colorful book spines. He likes reading in the morning when it’s quiet and cozy, although he’s not good at keeping track of the books he's been reading - they always tend to vanish from wherever he’d left them, so he picks something new pretty much every morning. He is not too fussy about what to read as long as it’s about romance. Or gardening. Or both.

A book pokes out, practically jumping into his hands, courtesy of the house spirit, and with a quiet ‘Thank you’, Jisoo makes for the door leading into the garden - his absolute favorite place to dally.

The garden is still very much work in progress as Jisoo likes working on it with his own two hands, mostly magic-free. Which baffles Jiyeon to no end. Ideally one would employ the services of a garden spirit who would do an outstanding job. And Jisoo agrees - that would have been so much easier. Kicking back and letting the professional do the work. Yet, he likes pottering about their plot, despite the many mishaps and frustrations that come with it. Maybe he is just being weird. Jiyeon certainly thinks so.

Still there’s something extremely satisfying about lolling around in the dappled light from the pergola, gazing over at the fruits of his labor - lavender, pot marigolds and coneflowers, all thriving in perfect union. Pretty as they can be.

Jisoo expects nothing out of the ordinary when he settles down with his tea, a buttery toast and the book - “Friendly Spirits of the Forest and Where to Find Them”. He will read until Jiyeon sashays out of the house and demands Jisoo make him a toast. And as he nibbles on his toast, they take the time to catch up on their correspondence as well as the latest witchy gossip from town.

The serenity of the morning is shuttered, however, by the clutter of plates. Nose tucked into his book, Jisoo startles, eyes darting to the cloth-draped summer table by the rose bushes. For a moment, he sees nothing that could have caused the ruckus until a little paw sneaks its way from under the table to snatch a heapful of fluffy pancakes from a plate.

Jisoo is gobsmacked for a moment, at a loss for what to do. It seems impossible that someone would be able to slink in without alerting them in one way or another. Either the house spirit must have let the intruder in or...something else entirely. And even if the creature has no ill intent (aside from nicking a few pancakes), he finds the very thought troubling indeed.

This is supposed to be their little haven, his and Jiyeon’s, away from everybody else.

With the book still pressed to his chest, Jisoo tiptoes around the table, wanting to take a good look at their guest before anything else.

He finds them easily, under the table, as the creature looks up at him, mid-munch, with a mouth full of pancake. Jisoo recognizes them as a wood spirit, still in his cubhood. The poor thing looks tiny and unkempt, perhaps stumbling upon their place in search of food.

For a moment, they simply stare at each other in mutual appraisal until the spirit seems to lose any interest in Jisoo, reaching out for a raisin pound cake from the food pile between his legs and stuffing it into their mouth, none-too-graceful. Jisoo takes it as his cue to approach him, crouching down to inspect his features in detail.

The book pokes him, stealing his attention momentarily, before opening up in a wild swirl of pages.

Bear spirit, the page reads.

There is a whimsical drawing of a bear napping under a berry bush and Jisoo inspects it for a moment before allowing his gaze to flit back to the spirit at hand. He certainly looks more like a human than a bear, although their facial features are definitely straddling that line. Is that a nose or an animal snout? That has yet to be decided.

Curious, Jisoo thinks. Could it be because this one is just a cub?

“Hello,” he says gently, addressing the spirit for the first time. “You’ve got a bit of jam there, little one, let me get it for you.”

Jisoo whips out his pristine handkerchief to reach out and dab around the cub’s mouth. When he doesn’t pounce or growl or show any signs of hostility, Jisoo takes his paw into his hand and beckons him from under the table. Obediently, the spirit toddles along, fingers stuck in his mouth, sucking the last of the sweetness off it.

Jiyeon glides into the room in his usual fluttery fashion, his trip to the coffee pot running smoothly even after he spots the cub poking a plant in the corner.

Few things can interrupt him on his way to coffee and seeing a new face in their cozy kitchen is not one of them, it seems.

“And here I thought we had a no-pet policy,” he remarks, however, after a careful sip.

Jisoo spreads apricot jam on a toast before handing it to Jiyeon.

“That’s a spirit, actually,” Jisoo chirps, plopping the book in front of Jiyeon. “Look.”

“A bear spirit?” Jiyeon peeks over his cup. “Oh dear. Aren’t they supposed to be asleep this time of year?”

“It’s the middle of the summer, Mimi,” Jisoo says. “Don’t be silly. Besides, it’s a bear spirit not a bear, they’re not the same, I don’t think.”

“Whatever,” Jiyeon pouts, biting into his toast.

The bear spirit in question ambles closer, reaching on his tippy toes to hook his chin over the table edge. Jisoo props up the book to let them see the drawing.

“Hadly a spitting image,” Jiyeon comments sourly. “Are you sure that’s what it is?”

Jisoo sighs - he has no idea. Neither of them have met a spirit like this before. Most of them dwell deeper in the woods, wary of any contact with people.

The spirit inches towards Jiyeon, eyes like two dark chocolate candies trained on his toast. The sneaky invasion doesn’t escape Jiyeon’s attention as he squints at the cub skeptically, his upper lip raised to show a sliver of teeth, before offering him the crust of his toast.

The cub sniffs at it. Then, curiously licks Jiyeon’s finger instead. His brother squeaks.

“He licked me!”

“You had jam smeared on it,” Jisoo says. “He seems to like sweet things.”

“Oh, I know I’m a sweet thing, but you better keep it in your mouth, mister,” Jiyeon complains with a wiggle of his finger - the cub pouts, slipping under the table with a grumpy babble.

“Touchy,” Jiyeon tsks, smiling impishly.

Jisoo masks his giggle with a cough, settling into a chair to dig deeper into the book for answers.

“You know,” he speaks up, some time later. “I think he’s been here all along. That’s why the house spirit never alerted us about the intruder.”

“Excuse me?” Jiyeon looks up from his morning newspaper, perfect eyebrows drawn in frown.

“Well, it says here they adapt to mimic the creatures in their surroundings. And we’re the only ones here. I mean, there must be a reason he looks so human, right?”

“Well now. That’s unsettling,” Jiyeon huffs, legs crossed, his slipper balancing on his toe.

“What, is he like a chameleon or something? Just wait until he starts matching the color of our hideous couch pillows, and we’ll never find the wretched thing. He already thinks he owns the Undertable.”

As if on cue, the cub sneaks from the Undertable to smack the slipper off Jiyeon’s foot, lobbing the fluffy thing high in the air.

Jiyeon shrieks and curses up a storm and Jisoo thinks his face might start hurting by the end of today from too much laughter.

The water in the bathtub has to be changed three times before it stops turning the color of dirt. To think that all of it came off the tiny cub is kind of gross, or so Jiyeon dramatically claims before being chased in circles around the tub by the said cub, squeaky clean now and naked as the day he was born.

Jiyeon is shrieking at the top of his lungs. In other words, he’s enjoying himself.

Jisoo steps in-between the two, catching the cub into a fluffy towel and swaddling him into a pancake. The cub does not protest, peacefully handing himself over to Jisoo’s care - he seems to be more willing to behave around Jisoo compared to his brother. He wonders if the cub is more wary of him as he combs through the mop of the thick dark hair with two bear-like ears unfurling their way to freedom.

Jiyeon coos and calls them “little saucers”, playfully flicking one and then the other. The cub butts him lightly, nuzzling into his tummy with a series of warbling noises.

It’s like he is getting cuter by the moment.

Later, Jisoo fetches a plate with crispy waffles with a sludge of raspberry syrup poured on top. The cub sniffs at it, nose twitching, before snagging a few in one bite. He barely chews. The glitter of buttons on Jiyeon’s gown pulls at his attention and he plays with them for a while, the witch giggling and booping his big nose.

“He’s kinda cute though,” he says. “I suppose we could spare a bathroom mat for him to sleep on.”

Jisoo gives him a look.

“What?” Jiyeon asks innocently. “It’s extra fluffy. I’ll even lend him your old baby blanket. Don’t say I’m not a giver.”

“He’ll easily fit between us, Mimi,” Jisoo coos. “Won’t you, baby cub?”

“Absolutely not,” Jiyeon protests, long earrings tinkling. “I like my space. I like to sleep spreadeagled, you know that.”

“You never do that, Mimi.”

“But I could!”

“You curl into a ball like a little kitten and then complain until I spoon you from behind.”

Jiyeon harrumphs, objections put on hold for now, as he gets busy arranging hair clips into the cub’s hair.

End of part 1.

In Part 2, JK is going to get a bit older and we’ll learn more about the twin’s daily routine.

(The romantic stuff will kick off in part 3, I think.)

#jikook au #personas au

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cryptidcalling · 4 years ago

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I don’t actually talk about my fursonas’ personalities much, and I’ve decided I want to. Please note that a fursona is not a 1:1 replica of their creator, only a character meant to embody certain aspects of yourself that you can project onto. It’s not much different from just having a non-furry OC that you project onto a lot.

I have two main fursonas! I have the design for a third (an Avali) but I haven’t delved to much into it yet. My main sona and the one I draw most often is my lop-eared rabbit Evergreen (”Greenie”). She’s the most like me in the parts of myself I want people to see. She’s cute, kind but introverted, and despite having a lot of strong opinions is a total pushover, people-pleaser, and guilt sponge (we’re working on it c=>). She likes to try dressing up in lots of different outfits and has a ton of self confidence in her appearance (Something I included to try and encourage myself to feel the same!). She’s a total “I hate Mondays” type gal and often lets herself get overwhelmed by things when she starts to worry. She also really loves science and nature, and loves to hike and camp. She’s a good listener but also has a habit of rambling. She takes criticism pretty harshly, and struggles with long-lasting self improvement. She’s a creature of habit and gets stressed when massive changes happen that affect her regular schedule. Over all she’s a sweet cute bunny that lets herself be pushed around/overwhelmed a little too often. My secondary fursona is a ferret named Bottlecap. Depending on what I need for my in-depth-daydreaming-sessions he can either be just a silly mischievous goof or can be,, less so. He loves shinies and collects all kinds of things, and also has a massive appetite for snacks of most kinds. He can be pretty lazy sometimes, and stays up really late and likes to sleep in. He likes to be alone mostly, which is part or why nighttime is so nice. Because he’s a predator and has sharp teeth and claws he likes to go for walks late at night and doesn’t feel scared of danger or confrontation. He also has anger issues. He gets angry really easily, but usually he’s able to calm down without doing anything bad. Other times he gets so mad that he can’t help but need to grab something in his teeth and claws and just tear it to shreds. Usually it’s the carpet or a pillow, and he’ll just rip and tear until he feels calmer. Not better, just calmer. He has a much more “fuck it all” type attitude, and often will forget to maintain his minimal connections and pushes away responsibility to ignore the stresses of reality. He’s not all doom and gloom all the time though. He likes video games a lot, and will usually destress while playing them or running for exercise. He’s also genuinely silly and playful when around friends, and like Evergreen he loves to talk about just anything. He’s really messy too, and instead of maintaining cleanliness he just lets messes pile up until suddenly he can’t stand it and then spends hours cleaning all at once. He’s not a “Take breaks” or “In moderation” kinda guy. He cleans until he’s exhausted, snacks until he’s sick, plays until his head hurts. He’s very pro-self indulgence and doesn’t like setting unnecessary or stressful goals for himself.

#I really should talk about these two more #of all my OCs they're the ones I daydream about most but talk about the least #As you can probably guess Bottlecap is the sona I use a lot more for venting and stuff #though not exclusively #Greenie is for when I'm sad/anxious and Bottlecap is for when I'm angry or self loathing #woohoooooo #fr tho the majority of the time these two are for fun!! I especially love imagining Bottlecap as just a wiggly wild boyo

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shyeehaw · 6 years ago

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Sean, Arthur, Lenny, Kieran with a SO who has social anxiety

Request: Can I request some headcanons for the boys (Sean, Arthur, Lenny, Kieran) with a SO who has social anxiety and how they help them. Bonus request? Maybe some headcanons how everyone in camp treats the reader or helps them. Maybe like a father-daughter relationship with Hosea/Dutch or a brother-sister relationship with other gang members, just like their reaction to the reader having trouble in social situations sometimes

Sean

Even though he can’t relate, Sean will empathize.

When you explain to him that being in the spotlight makes you really uncomfortable he will try to help you, in his own way

Once, Uncle had the brilliant idea to ask in front of everybody why were you so quiet.

Everyone turned to you, looking for an answer.

Almost instantly Sean noticed your eyes growing bigger, and created a diversion.

Later that night, you two laughed about how he willingly fell into his butt, just for you.

You make a great couple, in a way that he does all the talking that you don’t want to.

It’s like he draws the attention to himself, so when you are around him, you’ll usually be comfortably on the sidelines.

Through him you get to experience all the things only your wildest dreams allowed.

You’ll smile at your goofy boyfriend making everyone laugh.

But part of how they react to him makes you nervous too.

When you bring that up, Sean says that even though they complain, deep down they are finding it funny, they just won’t admit it.

And that sticks with you for a while. How even though he’s getting a bad reaction, he still has a positive attitude.

His confidence inspires you.

Doesn’t mind staying in with you, it’s not the saloon that is fun, is being with you.

So you two have drinks at camp around few others and is usually nice.

But if you try to make an effort and go out, it’s not that bad, because he’s there for you.

Introduces you to people you don’t know, but Sean tends to exaggerate adding “beautiful” or “handsome” before your name.

Most of the times, you are glad he convinced you to go, because you end up having a good time.

Arthur

Arthur is all about making you feel comfortable.

Ever since he found out you are not just shy, but get actual palpitations about being around others, he is always trying to help you out.

If you ever need to speak to Dutch, he offers to go with you.

And he already explained to him that you are not comfortable around others (so you didn’t have to, because that would be really awkward).

Ever since, if he needs to speak to you, Dutch will do it privately. No more including your name in speeches and making everyone stare.

Arthur likes to hold your hand whenever there’s too many people around you.

Side talks while the gang’s is having a party is common. He knows you feel more comfortable talking to fewer people.

If something is bothering you, but you don’t have the courage to say so, he will vocalize it as if it was bothering him.

Knows better than PDAs, because those draw too much attention.

He still will be happy with more discrete ways of showing affection, like hand holding or to sit beside you, slightly brushing his arm against yours.

Shows his support through words, but mostly encouraging squeezes and affection.

Will talk to you in the softest voice, trying to convince you that you will be ok.

It usually works. There something about looking deep into his calm eyes that gets you less worried.

He makes sure you know no matter what you think others will think about you, he’ll be there for you.

Lenny

Such a sweetheart, you don’t even have to tell him about what’s happening.

Lenny is observant and will try to talk to you about it.

“I’ve noticed you trying to avoid being around others, tell me why is that Y/N.”

When you tell him about how self-conscious you get and how it makes you shaky, he tries to put himself on your shoes.

“I’m here for you, alright? How can I help?”

Even when things go wrong, Lenny still sees the bright side in it.

Talked to someone and it was embarrassing?

He will point it out how proud he is that you even started the conversation in the first place.

He’s the best at seeing good things in you that you might not even believe it was there.

Eating in front of others always made you uncomfortable.

So Lenny will gladly keep you company while you have dinner at your tent.

You were only able to get through a ‘happy birthday to you’ with Lenny’s light squeeze on your hand.

It’s so easy to share your thoughts with him, you feel like he’s always willing to listen, even if you found them silly.

“I just know Karen doesn’t like me...”

“How do you know that Y/N? Maybe you are just supposing and now you see that way.”

He helps you identifying when your mind is getting trapped into these bad thoughts.

Time goes fast when you two talk, he’s a great listener and feels the need to learn more about the things that make you anxious.

A patient and dedicated boyfriend, Lenny is likely to help you improve instead of making excuses for you.

Kieran

Two little balls of anxiety together.

Kieran absolutely gets how nervous you can get around others.

In fact, that’s one of the things that brought you two together.

You would notice him lurking around, awkwardly getting a drink and sitting afar.

You just sat beside him, quietly keeping him company.

Kieran blabbed something about horses, or the weather, you can’t quite remember because you were nervous as well.

You two can be seen around chatting, caught up on a world of your own.

He’s been much happier lately for finding someone he can trust, and that gets him.

So are you, because for once you don’t fear to be judged.

In a unexpected way, you two do good to each other, complimenting the other when they do something out of their comfort zone.

It’s a relationship that allows growing to both sides, since you two struggle with the same thing.

But at the same time is easier to indulge in avoiding others, since neither you or him will suggest that.

In the end of the day, it's really nice to have someone around who goes through the same things as you.

Besides being your lover, in Kieran you find a best friend. Someone to rely on.

And by the way he talks, so carefree, you guess he did too.

General Gang HC:

Abigail is usually one to help you out, she sees you as a younger sibling and her mom mode kicks in.

She will tell others (ok, uncle probably) to stop teasing you about it.

Charles is one of the few people you get to feel more comfortable around.

His quiet, reserved nature is always one to shut down intrusive thoughts.

Like, if you are anxious and start being hard on yourself, Charles presence makes you wonder “Would he really think this mean things about me, or it’s just in my head?”

Javier is always interested in what you have to say, since you rarely talk.

He also values your opinion a lot, which encourages you to express it more often.

Mary-Beth is really comprehensive, and enjoying activities like dominoes gets your mind gradually off the things that worry you.

When you notice, you are playing with her, talking to Tilly and Karen at the same time.

Hosea acts like a worried dad and it’s so cute!

He will always challenge you to put yourself out there, without being to pushy.

He worries about you, and wants to understand what you go through better.

That leads to long fishing trips where you two talk about it, he calls it “that trip”.

Dutch, in the other hand, may not be so aware like Hosea, but he also helps.

He values the skills you developed with guns to compensate not being the greatest con(wo)man.

Dutch will send you in jobs where your assets can be useful, instead of focusing on your inability to connect.

When you told him you felt guilty for not being able to help like that, he reassured you.

“It’s not a weakness Y/N, just a trait like Uncle being lazy, or Mary-Beth being a bookworm, we all have them.”

#sean macguire #sean macguire x reader #sean x reader #arthur morgan #arthur morgan x reader #arthur x reader #lenny summers #lenny x reader #lenny summers x reader #kieran duffy #kieran x reader #kieran duffy x reader #rdr2 requests #rdr2 headcanons #rdr2 fanfic #rdr2 #writing requests <3

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wispy-selfship-eden · 6 years ago

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Youtuber AU (Harem)

Welp, this is based off of my future dream of ‘if i ever got more involved in YouTube’ XD I hope everyone enjoys! because I just think I’d be casual with YouTube, you know? but anyways, here we go!

>> This AU would start if I had proper equipment and time, and would be alive since middle school. It was mostly to privately post shitposts and videos of my friends and the things I do to them that make me annoying X’D.

- I filmed secretly in school. If i wanted to do it out in the open, it’s always with the teacher’s permission. Either that or it’s the perfect place for posting school project related stuff :D

>> After graduating 8th Grade, the Youtube channel was dead for two years since I got preoccupied with starting High School ^^;; During the time, I eventually forgot it existed.

☆ That’s when until near the end of Sophomore year, while allowing myself to suffer under schoolwork, my love for anime and whatnot motivated me to create a channel! And that’s when I found and polished my old channel and privately stored away the middle school videos; renewing it!

☆ My official Youtuber name becomes “[}| AniMania |{]” (The emoticons will come in later on)

☆ @lovesick-au-lait would be one of my greatest friends and eventually become my Youtube partner :D She also runs her own really nice channel where she posts Speed drawings/paintings of her art <3

☆ Most of my content is related to anime, manga, and franchises I’m into ^^ I do skits, fandubs (of comics, specific anime scenes, or even fanfiction readings XD), and various discussions on the things I love. Very rarely do I do a vlog tho uwu; Showing my real self is, at first, uncomfortable.

And now, we move on to my bois~ <3

Izuku Midoriya:

🍀 Izuku tries to post a video biweekly. Other than that, it’s not as much impulsively.

🍀 He mostly focuses on analyzing heroic figures! Not just from Marvel or DC or other fandoms, but also in real life as well! It’s incredible how in depth he does his research and how he doesn’t leave out other opinions.

🍀 Other videos consist of training videos, or training how to do certain moves because HE BUFF A F LIKE LOOK AT HIM. *insert eyes emoji here*

🍀 Sometimes Finnian (Black Butler) shows himself in videos as he’s Izuku’s ‘assistant’ in moving props around c:

🍀 He collaborates with me not only because he’s a sweetheart but his vice is so soothing and cute it makes the female viewers giddy.

🍀 We both met up when he was still in middle school. I supported him all the way in helping him grow and push forward.

Yoosung Kim:

🐶 He’s become one of the most prominent gamers on Youtube. Sure he doesn’t post as frequently due to his up and coming job as a Veterinarian, but he still makes his videos worth it.

🐶 He often collaborates with Soujiro’s channel, especially when playing either LOLOL or Elder Tale (he still would rather play the former)

🐶 Of course, his content is mostly gaming! Especially MMORPGs (they take your soul, but the pain is so g o o d and irresistible.) However, he is up for trying new kinds of games and different genres :D

🐶 I sometimes game with him too! But seriously, there are compilation videos of him when he’s gaming. From ‘hilariously silly’ to ‘hilariously raging’. Sometimes, there is no in-between.

🐶 Since we share the most hobbies with each other, he is a guest star in my videos the most! Especially since he’s such a cutesy guy, like a k-pop star sometimes.

🐶 We met when began rebooting my channel. Because I reached a subscriber milestone, I was going to buy an actual RPGMaker program and I bumped into Yoosung. (My boy--why are you outside at flipping 6 AM in the morning?? ??)

Soujiro Seta:

⚔️ He is also a fellow Youtube gamer, mostly focusing on Elder Tale, along with playing with Yoosung, Shiroe, and Naotsugu! He does play other MMORPGs but it’s just not the same ^^

⚔️ I have a headcanon since he’s a samurai in Elder Tale, maybe he has potential talent to handle real samurai swords in real life? Like how to polish them, sharpen them, and how to wield them? It’s pretty epic. He’s called the ‘real-life samurai’ through his journey in indulging himself in that C: <3

⚔️ Other than that, he also co-hosts on my channel since he barely posts anything else on his own ^^;

⚔️ He works in my skits very frequently XD Because he’s like a shoujo manga protagonist, at the very least a character from any shoujo thing lol

⚔️ He is actually my comment patrol. After a day or two of posting a video, he checks on the comments I get. let’s just say... sometimes they’re not so good for the other people. :p

Isami and Takumi Aldini:

🍝 Uh they run a cooking channel c: It’s pretty obvious since they attended Totsuki Academy. I’ll just say after the whole rebellion Arc in the manga, graduating came and was almost smooth sailing. They decided to help out at Chef Shinomiya’s at one of the branches in America for the next few years!

🍝 Of course most of their videos are Italian dishes, but with their creative, experimental minds, they make the crappy foods of America they hear about, make it gourmet and healthier, and just much more appealing.

- They helped saved lives o__o Seriously.

🍝 They’re the most popular cooking channel because not only do they live up to their credentials, they’re also flipping handsome and charming (but with the viewers, that applies to just Takumi sometimes).

🍝 I first met them after I was inspired to attempt to cook a dish they’ve already made for my channel milestone! Me and @lovesick-au-lait uhhh... let’s just say survived and the food was edible ^^; Then, i decided to try and cook for something for dinner, and Isami, and eventually Takumi as well, bumped into me when I was trying to look for a good box of pasta.

🍝 Now they sometimes invite me onto their channel to be their taste tester! Our banter knows no bounds.

Finnian:

🎍 Finnian doesn’t have a channel, but he loves to assist with props and preparations!

🎍 He definitely loves being the camera man ^^; though we had a few incidents where he’d break a few (or break things during videos pfft)

🎍 He’s a part of skits and the occasional comic dub because he’s so cute!! He tends to play the best friend role, but then again he’s the best friend that gets some ;D

🎍 There are actually compilation videos of him and his screw ups on camers XD just all of his hilarious moments in general, adding on by the year.

🎍 For the sake of having a more enthralling American experience, he’s my roommate in the house as a condition a part of the study abroad contract.

Armin Arlert, Peter Parker, and Death the Kid:

📑 A very unlikely trio! They run a channel together c: Sure it has its occasional setbacks and whatnot, but in the end, they make things work.

📑 Strict video uploading times; never misses the mark on its precise hour and day. You can think Death the Kid for that ^^;

📑 They run an educational channel ^^ But almost all facts or things you’ve never once thought to be well-informed about, they bring it to the table and make it so intriguing! It certainly is better than the school textbook sometimes c:

📑 Armin and Peter definitely handle the science and mathematical aspects. Death the Kid can do the same when the two aren’t available, but he focuses on History and Literature and the other Arts. Classy.

📑 And of course they take part in my channel too! But they also help me out with vlogs!

💗 Milestones are definitely switched up, one idea for every occasion! It has all of my lovely boys (or however many can show up) being there behind my camera too!

💗 Live streams are sometimes a hilarious mess. Especially some of the comments I’d get, usually pertaining to flattering me or one of my lovely men. Let’s just say, many blunt objects had to be put away to reisst temptation of irreversible consequences lol

💗 Going to cons is also an adventure! But hey with our own expertise areas, it definitely is worth the experience.

💗 It was actually difficult coming together to form a romantic cohort only we could pull off. But with the help of other youtubers @shiroe-is-my-baby and @self-shipping-angel, it all works out when we’re able to reveal ourselves, with pride c:

💗 Then our videos become popular for another reason: for the multitude of shipping moments.

💗 Youtube has never been this fun and I would want to continue with them for as long as it does!

#self insert au

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cluelessnamelessao3 · 4 years ago

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It’s Raining Somewhere Else

The One with All the Warnings

They’d been on the surface for a year, and they’d been among the cities and towns for approximately a week. Although tensions were high, and there was an increase of anti-monster gang activity, there had been no real incidents of concern. Words, though only a step from actions, did not cause anyone physical harm at least.

The third day after the monsters were finally released in full was the day you found yourself wandering downtown, small backpack in tow, holding several copies of a half-baked resume you’d made with the help of your old university advisor and your papa.

You’d gotten a small, somewhat dingy apartment in a part of town that your father had proclaimed as ��not right”. However, regardless of the quality of the apartment, or the environment of the surrounding buildings, you were just glad to be out of your cramped dorm, and even more glad to no longer have to live at home. Besides, it was what you could afford on your own, with your minimal savings.

Which, as it were, was dwindling rapidly. Who knew that furniture, appliances, and moving cost so much? You certainly hadn’t expected it.

Hence why you were prowling the local shops and stores in the hopes of finding some “help wanted” sign to remove you from your plight. You really didn’t want to go asking your papa for more money—especially after having just moved out. How would that look as a statement to your new-found independence?

You stopped in front of a wooden building, the sign at the top reading in big red letters Grillby’s Pub. From the outside it looked barely lived in, but still worn down. The wood panelling was dirty, and in desperate need of a pressure wash. The windows, though new, were painted over with slurs against the monsters. You could only sigh at the crude words and drawings. The state of the outside of this little monster-run bar was similar to some of the other shops you’d seen today.

They’d only been living amongst people for a short while, yet already complaints were being raised, and monsters were being harassed.

Gingerly, you opened a big wooden door, peering through the entrance to see a well-lit pub of sorts. You let the aroma of greasy food wash over you for a moment, your stomach singing its praise. The door fell shut with a dull click, and you wandered toward the bar. The room was mostly empty, aside from one suited dog with a lit treat hanging from his lip, and a rather ill-sick looking rabbit, whose head was currently facedown on the bar’s counter, her feet swinging idly from her perch on the stool.

There was no one at the register, but you could hear the grill in the backroom, and just barely you saw the flickering of a large flame. Behind the register were shelves, filled to the brim with many coloured liquids in an assortment of glasses and bottlesand glasses. On a regular piece of paper, written with nearly perfect calligraphic handwriting was “Help Wanted”.

You couldn’t stop the slight hop in your step at the site of that sign, as you moved closer to the register. The rabbit looked at you wordlessly for a moment, before laying her head back on the counter. The dog yipped once, and you smiled, giving a wave. TheyIt seemed polite.

The crackling from the backroom became louder, and suddenly a man of fire was standing behind the bar, washcloth in one hand, and shot glass in the other. He wiped it down, placed it on the shelf behind him, and fiddled with the other various bottles and tinctures on the shelves.

You felt awkward, standing in silence, watching this fire elemental do busy work. You couldn’t miss the tension in his shoulders, and if you weren’t so nervous, perhaps you’d have been more curious as to how a flame could hold a shape—let alone how a body part made of fire could show tension. How were his clothes not on fire?

“Uhm, I’m sorry, I just saw your ‘help wanted’ sign,” he stills slightly at the tone of your voice, “and I was hoping I could drop off a resume or pick up an application or something, I mean, I know you just opened up and all, and I just moved into the neighbourhood, and uhm, well I mean, sorry, I just would really like to work here—”

You coughed, cutting yourself off.

“Okay, let me restart,” you began again, introducing yourself. Your voice was losing some of its nervous shake, “I’m new in town, and looking for work. I was hoping I could grab an application or drop off my resume.”

At this, the bartender turned toward you, “I can’t pay you in human currency yet,” his voice crackled and popped, like the fire in a campsite. It was comforting, warm, and pleasant.

“That’s okay, there’s an exchange place nearby, and I believe my landlord even accepts Ebott’s coin.”

He nodded, and you swore you could see the hint of a smile on his face—or, whatever the fiery equivalent of one would be. “Well, let me see what I can do for you then, okay?”

“Jennifer,” he rasps, and suddenly that sorry-looking rabbit from earlier springs to life once more. Her ears fly up, twitching, and her nose wriggles as she stretches.

“Yes Cap’n, I’m up. Just needed a break from all the moving, you know?”

“Show Miss, er,” he paused, glancing toward you questioningly.

“I, uh, Kit-Kat is my, kind of, name, but Kit works” you mumbled, face beginning to heat up with embarrassment.

Kit-Kat was a name you received after your eight year old, sugar-crazed self had, on Halloween, broken into the bags of kit-kats for all the trick-or-treaters and eaten much more than your share. Your mistake was your indulgence of the sweet but crunchy chocolate bars, because, after all, children were not meant to eat so much candy at once.

In the end, you got sick. Amazingly sick. Spectacularly. You missed Halloween. You still liked Kit-Kats.

“Show Miss Kit around, Jen, while I grab some paperwork.”

The rabbit nodded, ears flopping, “Alright sweet pea, let’s chat.”

The bartender retreated to the back, and you turned your attention to the spunky looking rabbit, Jennifer.

“If you’re going to work here, you have to understand, you are welcome to be here, appreciated even, but,” she trailed off for a moment and you felt a pit growing in your stomach at her tone.

“You are not and never will be one of us.”

The first week of working there wasn’t so bad.

The work was pretty fun, if you were honest. You, who had so much trouble talking to people, had found a suitable compromise. It was easy to serve people drinks or food, share a smile and a laugh, and partake in easy small talk. There was no pressure to be interested in their lives, nor they in yours. You didn’t have to worry about making a good impression because… well… delivering food to hungry patrons was the best impression to make.

Jen’s warning still rung in your mind, though. It tainted each interaction with a seed of doubt. Did they like you? Were you out of place here? Would you be forced to leave? At least she was nice to you, despite her cold words.

All in all, you quite liked your job. The atmosphere of the place was warm and easy, regulars and newcomers alike coming together to share a few drinks and a few stories.

Even Jen had warmed up to your after that initial warning.

She was funny, cracking jokes with you, and the skeleton that regularly showed up on late nights. She was also a flirt with the other customers—and with Grillby himself. It made you laugh to see her throw corny pick-ups at the flaming bar owner. His flame would flicker and sputter, displaying his embarrassment at her silly advances.

Jen was off in her own world today, counting coins in the register while you wiped down counters for closing.

It was days like these that you felt most at peace.

There you were, dressed in a uniform similar to Grillby’s own, hair pulled back for the convenience. You liked the way the vest fit, hugging to your waist but not making you uncomfortable. Some days you wore black dress pants, other days you work a skirt to go with the uniform. It was whatever the moment called for, whatever struck you as the most comfortable. Jen liked to stick with the skirt, claiming it gave her better tips. You wouldn’t be surprised if that was the truth. (You couldn’t deny she had great curves and was obviously cute).

You swiped up the rag you’d been using to clean the bar top off and meandered over to where a rowdy guest had spilled his drink. There were only a few patrons still inside, the chatter had dulled significantly as the hours stretched on, and the only sound, aside from the counting of coins and you cleaning, came from a grainy jukebox playing slow jazz.

“Hey Kit, you mind closing today?”

You looked over to Jen, who had finished counting the till’s money, “Sure thing, Jen.” You wanted to ask why, but hesitated. You were only just getting Jen to talk to you, did you really want to pry into her life? Would she want you to? You fumbled with the string on your apron for a moment, before speaking up once more, “So, uhm, got plans or something?”

You cringed, unsure if you came across as friendly or nosy, but it seemed Jen didn’t mind either way. In fact, she perked up the moment you asked.

“Oh, honey bun, I’ve got great plans tonight!” She grinned conspiratorially, “I’ve got a date…”

“A date?” You smiled, reaching one hand to push the loose strands of hair from your face, as you ambled closer.

“Yes, dearie, a date!” She shook her shoulders, shimmying with a dopey grin on her face, “and I’ll have you know, he’s a hot catch.”

“literally,” a new voice cut in, belonging to a certain large and rather large-boned skeleton you’d seen frequent the bar on many occasions. He never ordered from you, in the same way some of the monsters purposefully avoided your tables, and you were shocked he was even interacting with you.

Though, from the tension you could see from the way he gripped his bottle of ketchup (something you didn’t even bother to question), he seemed to be shocked too.

His voice was deep, gruff, and you had to admit, you liked it.

“Oh Sansy, shut it! He’s more than just literally hot,” Jen laughed, but you only felt more confused.

There was a joke somewhere in here, but it was flying over your head.

“jen, i’ve got a bone to pick with you,” his grin widened fractionally at his own joke, though he didn’t relax at all, “you’ve been pinning after him for months, lemme celebrate with you. after all, without me you wouldn’t have the backbone to have asked him out.”

Jen snorted, rolling her eyes good naturedly, “Okay Sansy, baby, you’re right.” She turned to you, “I’ve got a hot date with a certain flamesman.”

And suddenly, you understood. Actually, not only did you understand, you were also beyond ecstatic.

Grillby was one of the few monsters who treated you kindly from the get-go—at this point you considered him one of your few friends. You felt comfortable talking to the quiet elemental and cherished the nights you’d closed with him as well as the work he put in to train you to work here. You’d become pretty comfortable working: making food, drinks, and hosting people with a smile.

“Really?” You exclaimed, unable to hold in your excitement.

Sans expression soured as you joined back into the conversation, however he didn’t turn away like the other times you’d walked by.

“Yes, really!” Jen squeaked back, “So, you mind closing for me?”

“Not at all! I’m happy for you!”

She squealed and did something unprecedented: she hugged you around the middle, lifting you off your feet, and spinning you around the pub. It warmed your soul.

Closing by yourself wasn’t something you were used to. After Jen had left, though, most the patrons also left aside from one: Sans. You didn’t understand why he stayed. Grillbz had left early in the day, so it wasn’t like he was waiting for his friend to get off work. Jen was getting ready for her date with Grillby.

He remained quiet though, just sipping on his ketchup, and flicking through something on his phone. A couple times you’d caught him staring, and you could see the suspicion in his eyes.

It was… to put it mildly, frustrating. You weren’t some criminal. You’d worked there for about a week. You’d been nothing but polite, hard working, and kind. Why did so many of the monsters still hold such distrust of you?

You wish you understood more. Even after a year of living on the surface, there was not much known about the monsters or their abilities. The only thing remarkable that humans learned was about magic, and the brief history of magic. Some humans were excited about the magical potential that monsters claimed humans also had. Others claimed them to be demons and blasphemous, but few groups paid those zealots any mind.

Scientists speculated that with the re-emergence of magic with the monsters, perhaps humans would become more in tune with their own soul, and potentially regain the power to wield magic. However, not much was being done about the research, even a year after the discovery.

It wasn’t until you finished closing down, that Sans finally stood to leave as well. He held open the door for you while you fumbled with the ring of keys. Once the building was locked and secured, he spoke.

“i don’t like humans.”

You nodded, already aware.

“you don’t seem to be bad, though. just don’t fuck up.”

#undertale #undertale fanfiction #fanfiction #sans/reader #sans/female reader #it's raining somewhere else #chapter 1 it's raining somewhere else

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reveriesforyou · 8 years ago

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The Bookstore

Hey guys! It’s me again, and I sorta wanted to write a Tom meet-cute because I daydream about those 25/8? This is just soft, fluffy and sweet, I hope you like it! Author’s note: Tom is my screensaver and I went to Barnes and Noble today and the girl that was ringing me up was really, really nice and we were talking about Marvel because I was buying a comic, (I finally found Spider-Man Blue, three cheers for me!) and she was literally like, “oh my gosh, you and Tom would be super adorable together! I can just see it now!” And I sort of died? So this is just a story branching off of that? The Bookstore “Is that your boyfriend?” The saleslady asked, referencing the girl’s phone, as a smile that stretched from ear to ear crossed over her features. “He comes in quite often, has mostly good taste in books, although, sometimes his choices are questionable at best. Likes fantasy and adventure, some good, some not.” The girl’s eyes widened and her mouth flopped open and shut like a guppy’s as she attempted to stutter out an appropriate response. Tom Holland was the girl’s screensaver, and no, he most definitely wasn’t her boyfriend because he had no idea that she existed. Even if he had stumbled across her fan account, she’d just be another fan to Tom, maybe she’d even stand out for being an ultimate creep. “He’s a very polite boy, you’re so lucky! My daughters are only interested in self-obsessed assholes.” The lady began to scan her choices, continuing to rant about her daughter’s apparent bad taste in men. The girl was still struggling to comprehend her situation. The saleswoman clearly knew Tom, who apparently came in often, as did she, so she couldn’t really say that he wasn’t her boyfriend without looking like an utter and complete weirdo. Pondering, she bit the inside of her cheek. Their paths had never crosses, so what could be the harm in indulging in a little fantasy? “We’ve been dating since last Spring,” She said, not daring to look into the kind eyes of the saleswoman. “Ah, I see. I bet you two look absolutely adorable together, maybe turn him onto some high quality literature next time he comes in, eh?” The woman smiled from across the counter, waving the girl’s new Philip Roth books in the air before handing them over. Reaching for her five purchases, the girl smiled and nodded, “I’ll do my very best!” She called and waved as she left the store. Over the next few days, Tom wandered back into the bookstore. Navigating his way down the store’s narrow aisles, Tom searched for something that he could read on the plane that he’d inevitably be boarding sometime soon. He paused every so often to pick up a book, glance over the summary on the back, and reshelve it to it’s proper home. After shuffling down another section, he came across the very same saleswoman who had helped the girl moonlighting as his girlfriend. “How come you guys never come in together? She knows some good authors, I’m sure she’d love to help broaden your horizons.” The saleswoman said, maintaining her position, crouched over to straighten and tidy the shelves. Tom looked around, unsure of who the woman was speaking to, because as far as he knew, none of his friends knew about this store. They opted for Barnes and Noble, while he prefered to dig. “Yes, you. I just met your girlfriend and she’s lovely. Great taste in books.” The woman said again. Scratching his head, Tom wasn’t exactly sure what to say, so he played along, not wanting to be rude. Surely she must be confusing him with someone else, because he didn’t have a girlfriend to share books with, as much as he’d like one. “Yeah, we just have different schedules, she’s usually in class when I peruse the bookstore.” Tom said, bending down to help the woman on the floor. “She’s very cute, and very sweet. It’s nice to see young people reading something that isn’t their twitter feed.” The woman said, taking one last glance at the fixed up shelf, before nodding decisively and standing up. Tom stood as well, chuckling, “My Dad’s an author, so reading has always been apart of my life.” “You guys are lovely, let me know if I can be of any help.” The woman began to walk away and Tom shook his head and laughed. “How do you know that my girl is my girl? We never come in at the same time.” Tom asked suddenly, curiosity leaking into his bloodstream. “She comes in more often than you, buys more books than you, and you’re her screensaver. It’s quite cute, actually.” The saleslady called out. There it is, Tom thought, she might be a fan. He couldn’t think of any other reason that he’d be her screensaver. Shoving his hands into his pockets, Tom smirked and picked out not one, but two books. One to leave at the register for her the next time that he came in, and one for him to read while he was on the press tour. “That is so thoughtful! She’ll love it!” The woman said from behind the cash register, clapping her hands together. “I’ll make sure that she gets it, alright? Wanna put a little message in it, promise I won’t peak! I’ve got a pen right here!” She chirped happily. “Yeah, alright, I’ll actually do that. Could I please borrow your pen?” Tom asked. Drawing a heart to conclude the note to his ‘girlfriend’ that he’d never met, he said thank you one to the lady one last time and left the store. The very next morning, the girl pushed her wallet back into her purse at the bookstore’s register, waiting for the same saleswoman to finish ringing her up. “Saw your boyfriend yesterday, left a little something for you.” The saleswoman smiled, turning around to sift through the books on display behind her to find Tom’s choice for the girl. The girl felt the fiery licks of scarlet coloring her skin again. Her hands shook, surely Tom thought that she was a mega, ultra stalker. He’d probably left her a note begging her to kindly fuck off. She wished Mother Earth would swallow her up the same way it did to Sita in ‘The Ramayana.’ “Don’t be embarrassed, silly, it’s endearing.” The woman handed her a book titled, ‘Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair’ by Pablo Neruda. “He’s paid for it, of course, and he left you a little note on the first page. Lent him the pen myself.” “He really shouldn’t have,” the girl stuttered, her hands almost noticeably shaking as she held the book within her palms. Inside, Tom had scribbled out, Seeing as you’re my girlfriend, I thought it was only fitting to leave you at least twenty love poems. Left you a song of despair as well, seeing as we haven’t met yet. Love always, Your devoted boyfriend, Tom

“Could I go back and pick one out for him as well?” The girl asked, feeling a tiny bit braver after reading Tom’s cheeky message for her. “Of course! I love this, I wish more couples did things like this for each other, it’s endearing!” The saleswoman smiled, shutting the register. After picking out an appropriate novel, she left the store, smiling, blushing and practically gliding on air. Later that very afternoon, Tom was chased by the overbearing coldness of the afternoon breeze, and his own excitement over whether or not she’d received his present, back into the bookstore. Not even bothering to look at anything, he came to a halt in front of the saleswoman, who upon seeing him enter, tore through her display to retrieve the novel that she’d left for him. “Did she get it? Did she like it, I haven’t heard from her yet.” Tom asked, beaming at the woman. “She loved it! She loved it so much, in fact, that she’s left one for you as well.” She handed him a novel called ‘One Day.’ “She’s left a love note for you as well!” Tearing the book open, Tom came across her delicate handwriting sprawled in black ink. Here’s to hoping that I meet you one day. With all the love in my heart- Your mystery girlfriend Fighting the urge to hug the book closer to his chest, Tom made a choice. “I’m going to go pick her a book out right now, and I’m going to wait right here until she comes back in. I want to give her this one in person.” Tom turned on his heel to search for the perfect book for to give her, when the saleswoman informed him that she’d already been in today. “Alright then, I’ll be back first thing tomorrow.” Tom blushed, but continued on his way down through the shelves, desperate to find the perfect book for her. Deciding on ‘You,’ by Caroline Kepnes, Tom paid and left the store, planning to return right when the bookstore opened. The very next morning, Tom was perched in a cushy, plush chair, obscured by stacks and shelves housing novels, waiting for her. He’d positioned himself perfectly, ensuring that he could see the register at all times, but that the people at the register wouldn’t be able to spot him, unless they knew where he was hiding. He was completely on edge. Every time the door opened, he’d practically leap to his feet, only to be met with disappointment because mostly everyone who wandered in off the street was either male, or too old to be his mystery girlfriend. Finally, when Tom had all but lost hope, a girl so otherworldly beautiful that Tom truly debated in his mind whether or not the girl was even a girl, he briefly wondered if she was an ethereal fairy of sorts, floated into the room. Her hair reflected light the same way that waves in the sea did, and her voice was so soft and warm that it sounded as he imagined his favorite hot drink would taste. She waved hello to the saleswoman before diving into the poetry section, hidden deep within the store. Jumping to his feet, Tom rushed to finally meet her, rolling the book he planned to give her in between his palms. Checking his hair one more time, Tom came to a stop next to her. “Excuse me miss, I was just wondering if you happen to be my mystery girlfriend, who apparently has better taste in books than me?” Tom’s confidence was evaporating as she turned around to face him. She was even prettier up close and Tom wanted to scratch his own eyes out for beginning the conversation with such a shit line. Thankfully, she smiled, a strawberry jam colored blush widening across her delicate features. “That would be me, but unfortunately, you’ve caught me off guard and now I don’t have anything to give to you.” Her eyes refused to meet his own for more than a few seconds. She could barely believe any of this. First, her celebrity crush and her happened to both shop at the same bookstore. Then, he goes along with the charade of being her boyfriend, and even leaves her gifts, and now, he was standing in front of her. He looked like Prince Charming and her brain was turning to mush. “Lucky for you, I don’t mind. But, I do have a book for you.” Holding the novel, ‘You,’ out to her, he began to sway from foot to foot, nervous that she’d hate it. “Funny enough, that’s one of my favorite books,” She laughed, “But are you planning to kill me?” She referenced the plot of ‘You,’ which was more or less a horror story, hardly the conventional romance. Stuttering, Tom attempted to clear his name. “I just thought it was fitting, seeing as we met in a bookstore, and so did Joe and Beck,” the main characters who become romantically involved in the novel, “And really, I just wanted you to have the line about the mouse in the house.” “Are you going to get a cat to chase me out?” She teased, and Tom laughed. “Absolutely not, you’re just all I’ve been thinking about. I wanna know you, and learn from your apparently epic choices in literature.” Tom said, leaning in closer to her. “Than sit, and I’ll pick you something out?” She questioned, shyly moving to sit on the floor, her arm curled around more than a few options. The pair scooched into one another one the floor, and the saleswoman watched, smiling from her spot at the register. Her two favorite customers were finally together. Her eyes twinkled as she turned the radio onto a station that played only love songs. They read love poems, and love stories together, so it only seemed fair that they listened to only love songs as well.

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evakfanficsrecs · 7 years ago

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Liv’s Favorite Fics

Hi, guys! So I noticed that Andie has a link for her favorite fics, and thought that it would be cool if I put all of mine into a post as well.

This will definitely be getting long, so if you’re interested, feel free to keep reading! After I make this list I’m gonna be clearing up my AO3 history and bookmarks (I’m scared of this part haha) but I’m excited to be essentially starting fresh!

In no particular order, here are my favorites!

I'll Be Coming Home, Wait For Me by dahlstrom Summary: The diner AU. Even and Yousef open a 1950s American-style restaurant together - Even is the creative genius in the kitchen, Yousef keeps the trains running on time, and Isak, Chris B, and Magnus are all along for the ride. Falling in love over food while Elvis serenades from the jukebox. Welcome to the Throwback Diner.

Checking From Behind by DickAnderton Summary: Isak is to captain his hockey team this season which means he has to somehow learn to cooperate with the newest addition to their team: Even Bech Næsheim. This proofs to be impossible, especially when nothing about Even's mysterious transfer adds up and his moods are just too frustrating.

Oppfordre (Nerve) by Evenbechbaesheim Summary: After everything that went on last year, Isak's really just trying to keep his head down and cling onto the few friendships he's managed to maintain. Eva still hates him, and he doesn't blame her for a second. In Isak's head, he really is the villain of her story. He probably deserves everything that's coming to him.And then Oppfordre starts.It's just a silly game. A dumb app that makes you do dares for money, using online popularity as a driving force. Isak isn't interested. Not even remotely.Then he notices the new boy across the schoolyard.

Home Is Wherever I'm With You by cuteandtwisted Summary: “Hi. I’m Even and I don’t usually walk around in nothing but a towel.” “Uh, I'm Isak.” “Isak. Mind if I kidnap you for some fun sightseeing activities?”Or Isak and Even keep meeting in hostels around the world and parting with a kiss or two.

Beat that Record by Dutten Summary: Fuck Jonas. All of this is his fault. Fucking Jonas--- Or the one where Jonas tells the squad about making a girl come untouched more than once and Even gets ideas.

love and healing by evenbakkas Summary: A Fake dating!AU where Isak goes grocery shopping and meets an attractive stranger in a jean jacket who ends up leaving as his fake boyfriend.

I wanna hold you like you're mine by giraffingallday Summary: Isak is often nervous and just trying to get through his required semester of Theatre. Emma makes it a little harder until Even comes along and makes it too easy. He might fall in love somewhere along the way.

Name A Game to Play by flowerbedofsouls Summary: Isak asks Even to choke him.

Paint Me a Picture (With Your True Colours) by Evenbechbaesheim Summary: A collection of moments set across Even and Isak's new life together, taking place in and around season 4!

Oh when you look at me like that, my darling, what did you expect? by Blueskyblack Summary: "You should really stop doing that", Even tried to reason. It was the middle of the night and though his guard was up, as usual when being around Isak, he wasn't in the mood to uphold it much longer. "Doing what exactly?", came the innocent-sounding response. Even raised his eyebrows at that while turning towards the only other person currently being in this kitchen with him. "Don't play dumb with me, Isak." Even sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, leaning against the cabinet opposite the kitchen counter where the sneaky little bastard was sat with his legs dangling in the air, observing every move Even made. Even let his eyes wander, took in the guy in front of him. Sure, there was no denying this guy there on the counter was attractive. Even could admit that, there was nothing wrong with that. Isak was cute. And attractive. Yeah. He just wasn't for Even.

Life is now. (and now, and now) by FlyByNightGirl Summary: In which the clips for season 3 update, because there is so much more of Isak and Even's relationship we haven't seen, so. Here it is, congratulations.

Fatherhood by secondhandsunlight Summary: A series of drabbles exploring Isak and Even's lives as fathers to three children: Elise, Ingvild, and Eivind.

sweet creature (but we're still young) by kittpurrson Summary: Isak meets seventeen-year-old Even Bech Næsheim at Tyrifjorden on his fifteenth birthday.Or: the one where Isak tries to convince the boy next door to put his hands on him.

soft by ramis Summary: Isak is the softest boy Even knows.

baby won't you let me get it wet by highpraises Summary: Isak gets eaten out for the first time.

(make you believe in) love and sex and magic by colazitron, kittpurrson Summary: Isak doesn't want to turn himself into a girl. He just wants his best friend. Apparently his magic has other ideas.or: The one where Jonas gets his mouth on Isak's magical pussy.

hva er dette? Narcos? by koolranchkidz Summary: The two guys strode down the now barely lit street. Before they were too far away to see, Isak saw the tall one flip his green hood over his head, revealing two words embroidered on the back of his leather jacket.‘Helvete Gutter’+ Or: In which Isak meets Even in first year, and he's a drug dealer

The World Is Yours by princevaltersen Summary: Even and Isak meet again in Heathrow Airport after a year apart.

Knock Four Times by folerdetdufoler Summary: Isak is a senior in college, studying at a university in America. He lives in an apartment on campus with three other guys and works part-time in the student center to help with his tuition. As much as he’s enjoyed the whole college experience, he’s ready to graduate and head back to Oslo, to his city, his family, and his boyfriend.But then, during the first week of his last semester, he steps off the elevator onto his floor and sees a guy sitting in the empty hallway. Isak walks over to see if he needs help with something, and finds out three very important things: his name is Even, he just moved into the building but already got locked out, and he is fucking gorgeous.

That Time With the Body Paint by wordsarelifealways Summary: Even finds body paint and convinces Isak to let him use it.

Insomnia Series by wordsarelifealways Summary: This series focuses on Isak’s insomnia and how Evak deal with it.

It Was the Nightingale, and Not the Lark by dahlstrom Summary: He can’t bring himself to look at Even as he says it. He’s thrown back to that night in the kitchen, the night Noora came home, when he refused to lift his eyes from the floor while Even moved nearer, not even when he was inches away.But you’re not a child anymore, Isak, some voice in his brain whispers.No. He isn’t. He’s not.And so he does lift his eyes, looking right into Even’s, inches away, steady and calm while his own heartbeat pounds in his ears and his breath catches just before he speaks. “I want you to fuck me. I want to know how it feels.”

don't you keep it all to yourself by colazitron Summary: Isak starts buying daily coffees before school at Kaffebrenneriet around the corner because it tastes better than the coffee in the cafeteria and keeps his hands warm. But mostly because the barista is heart-stoppingly cute.or: An AU in which Even didn't need to repeat his last year and instead started working at the coffeeshop Isak passes on his way to school every morning.

weak when you're around by ramis Summary: The first tug is subtle, barely there, but it makes Isak stop mid-sentence and hesitate before continuing.

slid the panties right to the side, ain't got the time to take draws off by highpraises Summary: He looks fucking gorgeous, angelic and sinful at the same time, standing in the doorway with one knee bent and turned in, arms behind his back, shy, shaky smile on his pretty pink lips. He’s in a pair of tiny baby blue panties, they’re partly see through and lacey. They’re little and low on his hips, made for a girl, and they don’t do this much, so it’s still special when Isak does this, and it still makes Isak feel a bit unsure.He’s still wearing his necklace, the gold E nestled in the dip between his collarbones. His mouth is pink and Even takes another sip, before he pats his lap. Isak walks closer, straddling his lap delicately, before he takes the tumbler from Even, bringing it to his lips. Even can tell that he’s nervous.Or, a self indulgent (sexual) day in the life of Isak and Even.

Forget The World by verlore_poplap Summary: Hence, Isak resigned himself to being the ninth wheel and consoled himself with the knowledge that Even was always good for some solid kush and he'd just light up for four days straight. The more he thought about it, the better it sounded in Isak's head. Yeah. This weekend was going to be fucking awesome.

Dreamers Stay Dreaming by bbyfruit Summary: “Isak?”“Yeah?”“I love you.”“Are you saying goodbye? Do you have to go?” Isak frowned.“No, not for a little bit. I was just reminding you,” Even said.OR: Isak and Even navigate love in all its complications - after ten years together, a daughter, and jobs that take them away from each other, but it's all good. It's all good.

blood in the water by realityiwanted Summary: Isak has always hated this time of the month.

now my soul beats a sound loud enough to quiet the thunder by colazitron Summary: Isak takes the responsibility of Even's birthday breakfast very seriously. There's eggs, crisp bread, baking, and accidental soul searching.

Let Down Your Hair by colazitron Summary: Even really likes Isak’s hair. Isak's considering a haircut.

And then I met you by live4magic Summary: There was this volunteer school experiment, where the telephone numbers of one half of the participants were randomly sent to the other half by the schools secretary.Nobody knew from who this number was and who the participants were. The goal of this experiment was to get to know each other without prejudice. They get to know each other without a name, look or detail of class and age.Of course every “couple” was free to create their own rules. It was just an experiment in a world full of stereotypes.And that’s how Isak met his sun.

Please Know That I'm Yours to Keep by pressurerin Summary: "Remember how I was making amortentia for my final potions project? Well, Isak ate some. And now…” Even gestured towards the way Isak was currently trying to lick his neck.OR; Even accidentally gives Isak a love potion.

ivory by evenvaltersen Summary: "Would that make you relax? A nice orgasm?" Isak nods, curling up impossibly closer to Even and Even almost wants to cry at the softness of it all, at how tiny and snuggly Isak looks in that pink, too big hoodie. "Alright, baby. How do you want it?" //or: isak's stressed. fingering makes him calm down.//

Eye of the beholder by diamondjacket Summary: Isak discovers something about Even’s past, and he realizes he still has some growing to do. Also, lipstick is involved.

I feel it when you look at me by photographer_of_thoughts Summary: "Did you hear about the new guy?" Jonas asked, motioning over to the other side of the cafeteria. Isak looked up and became rather breathless at the sight of the tall, blonde, and totally gorgeous boy wearing sunglasses. Wait. Sunglasses? Inside? "Must suck to be the new transfer and blind. I hope someone is helping him find all his classes."Or, Isak and Even learn to see each other.

Things Look Different in the Morning by allyasavedtheday Summary: In which Even needs a place to stay, kollektivet gains a new roommate, and Isak just really wants to sleep

take it in your heart now, lover by cuddlesevak Summary: Isak's date doesn't show up so he calls a cab, and the cute taxi driver takes him to a lot of places in just one night.

hell yeah, you the shit (that's why you're my equivalent) by colazitron Summary: Even can't keep it in his pants, or his heart.or: Sometimes your boyfriend proposes and you just really want to sit on his dick.

the adventures of stanley the matchmaking parrot by hippopotamus Summary: In which Even and Isak are ridiculously obvious, and Jonas’ wingman skills are second only to a parrot’s.

Guru Knows Best by StMisery Summary: Isak grumps, and Eskild schemes. But it's all in the name of love. For their gorgeous new neighbour (and a little for each other too).Even moves into the apartment across the hall, and Isak's just trying to make it another day without dying of embarrassment.

gratulerer med dagen by isakhoney Summary: wealthy boy even's family is hosting a reception for constitutional day. he meets beautiful and bashful isak, a waiter in traditional clothing. he takes him to his room, makes him sit on his lap

How in My Arms You Felt Like a Distant Memory, Tucked Far in the Back of my Mind by worshipkink Summary: Even looks at him like he is the only one worth looking at, and it scares Isak if he was honest. Isak feared that it wouldn’t be too long before Even attempts to solve his puzzle. Or, Isak has too much on his mind and Even knows exactly how to unwind the knots that afflict him.

Straight Up Series by nofeartina

almost like calling it love by piginawig Summary: “I have to go to the party,” he stated. “I have to show him that I’m okay, I’m pre-med with perfect grades and yeah, maybe I’m single, but-““What if you weren’t single?” Even said suddenly, biting his lip.Isak choked. “Um, what?”“Like, what if you took a boyfriend to the party?”“I don’t have a boyfriend, Even,” he said, frowning. Even didn’t look deterred. “What?”“I could be your boyfriend.”Isak choked again.“Like, pretend,” Even clarified, and Isak felt slightly sick. “I’d go with you as your date. He doesn’t know I’m just your roommate, Isak. That time we ran into him at the shops you just introduced me as Even, before he started rambling about his own stupid life. That way you could be like, you know, take your crappy job and your crappy fiancé and shove it, ‘cause I’m gonna be a doctor and I’ve got a hot boyfriend!”

Hurts so good by sayyestothis Summary: "Even, this is all I have wanted for my 18th birthday since like, forever. Except for you." Isak rolls his eyes. “Are you seriously comparing me to a piercing? Wow, I’m flattered.” Even laughs, his eyes squinting. “Two things I’d like to have in my mouth, can’t see what’s wrong with it”, Isak shrugs.

In my pocket by Greenteafrappuccino, swang40 Summary: After Even bought an action figure, a cute boy with snapback, from toy store last Saturday, weird things started to happen. His food kept missing and his bio homework was always done for him in the morning.

Let It Be (All Night) by verlore_poplap Summary: A collection of (steamy) oneshots.

The Man Of My Dreams by DustyAttic Summary: A continuation of Isak and Even's life together

the oceans shall freeze by DiscoNight, realityiwanted Summary: Even, the Berserker, has never wanted for anything, content with living out his days in solitude and blood. When his hoard makes a pit stop at a small Jutland village for the first time in years, he wants. So he takes.Isak has never known a life outside of his village. Now he must learn the new ways of the North in order to survive the seemingly endless winter.Can their hearts melt the ice that divides them?

when your heart is bleeding, i'm coming to get you by cosetties Summary: Isak doesn't exactly expect his hookup from last week to be the love advice columnist at the school newspaper he's working at. He also doesn't expect to fall even harder for him than he already has, which is a shame, really, since Even's crushing on someone else.

it's about growing up, getting older, living on a lover's shoulder (it's about time) by babyturtle Summary: The Sana-and-Isak-Childhood-Friends ft. Bookclubs AU you didn't know you were looking for.Sana and Isak might've spent more time fighting than reading the first day the met, but sometimes that's just how it goes. Usually. Usually that's how it goes. With Sana and Isak specifically. In their mostly dysfunctional two person book club.Or, life is hard and growing up harder, but take my hand and I'm right there with you.

The Dials of Life by wordsarelifealways Summary: Isak has lived with Asperger's his whole life, and without a doubt his least favourite part is the hypersensitive times.

Didn't See This Coming by givemesumaurgravy Summary: Isak is behind on his rent again and Eskild has the bright idea to sign him up for a Sugar Daddy dating website.

Untold scenes of Isak and his Even by imissedyourskin Summary: This fic is a collection of untold scenes that were hinted at, but never got turned into an actual scene.

Sleep Is For Dreamers by unfancyandy Summary: Isak's always had a complicated relationship with sleep.

i'm only human with my flaws, just a fool without a cause by lovedisak Summary: Because I don’t need to go to therapy, I’m not sick or anything”Isak knows that was a shitty thing to say even before he takes in all of his friends’ facial expressions, not directed at him, but at something behind him.Someone.Alternatively, Isak is Trying

we were made for gardens by tomatoconveniencestore Summary: When Eskild announces he's about to star in a documentary, Isak doesn't pay him much attention. But once he accidentally gets involved himself, it's not only the film he starts to care about, but also its director.

The Hot Muffin Thief by Bellakitse Summary: There is a magical muffin at the café where Isak's buddy Jonas works. It's Isak's lifeline, he has it every day and then one day some hot art hipster steals his muffin.

Watching Over You by lavishsqualor Summary: In which Even knows exactly how to loosen his boy up.

even the rogue horticulturist by Leprechon Summary: even likes plantsmeanwhile, isak takes an interest in the boy who sits in front of him in his 8 am lecture

Director Næsheim Series by BraveKate Summary: Married Isak and Even, with Director!Even

Tired of using Technology by skambition Summary: Isak & Even texting... about sex, love, relationships, school, family, daily stuff, and whatever else you text about

asshole by antokilljoy Summary: You caught me filling a very inappropriate coloring book but somehow ended up lending me your sharpies instead of running the other way and I think I might be in love with youOr: Isak and Even meet on a train.

philtatos; most beloved by prettylupin Summary: Not all love stories have to end in tragedies.

Would You Mind Closing The Bedroom Door? by allyasavedtheday Summary: The boy falters in the threshold, eyes widening when they land on Even. “Oh fuck- sorry! Eva didn’t say anyone was home.”Ah.No wonder she was up late last night. Even can’t really fault her taste – the boy is beautiful. He’s got golden hair mussed and curling over his forehead and cheekbones not even Michelangelo himself could sculpt and the most well-defined cupid’s bow top lip Even’s ever seen. Also he’s shirtless. Did he mention that part? There’s a stunning, shirtless boy in his kitchen with pillow creases still on his cheek and Even can’t do anything about it because he’s Eva’s one night stand.Fuck.

Membership Dues by Sabeley Summary: Isak is pledging Even's fraternity. Even keeps having to be reminded that he's not allowed to date the pledges."It's a ten-week pledge period. How hard could it be?"Famous last words.

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@atramentousxedge - Okay so this is what I found/copy/pasted. yet haven’t read through yet to see if I got it right. >.> I haven’t begun on their meeting one though. And I think I should before re-reading this. So--- gonna go hunt that shit up now as best I can. ps- our tags are fuuuucked. we suck

▬♦M♦▬ Snow wasn’t magical. It didn’t make for cheery winter wonderlands. And it didn’t leave her itching to go ‘play’ in it like some silly child. It just made for frozen toes, frost bit fingers, and finding food much harder. Snow simply made you cold, wet, and hungry. Which was the trifecta of a bad fucking day in Tess’ book, so she wasn’t about to argue with his logic. ”Indeed—-“ The word was crooned softly as she shivered, tugging the throw she’d found in the charming bachelor more tightly around herself. She’d been right about the place being clear and quite high enough to afford them some small sense of security, seeing that it was positioned above a small bar that had been well boarded up before the owners either left or turned. The only problem was it faced the storm that was rolling in, and had no means of keeping it warm unless they started a fire in the damn electric oven. Wind howled, gusting snow and whipping it in big swirls around the large window at the front, making her wish they’d have had time to scout out a more practical place before the storm hit. ”—-Though maybe we coulda kept lookin’ a lil longer. This place is comfortable, and decently stocked, but damn, I’m gonna freeze t’death here.” _________________________

Sitting with one knee up and supporting his elbow, Kazu looked up from his whittling at her agreement. The pile of shavings he was going to use as tinder, while the wood itself he was tapering to be used as a shank or stake.

He ran hot, and while he too was chilled, he was nowhere near as cold as she apparently was. The place had been a jackpot, as far as he was concerned, even if it did need a few repairs. Winter was already upon them, and they had to start somewhere. First things first was to get a fire going for her, even if he had to rip apart the busted oven for a pit tomorrow. Potentially dangerous and loud, he was reluctant as he scanned their surroundings one more time searching for any other durable canister.

“ No. ” He answered her as he went back to whittling. “ —any longer and we would have been caught out in the storm and froze to death out there. ”

Setting the wood and knife down he stood up and moved towards a metal filing cabinet that was overturned in the back corner. Opening one of the drawers, as quickly and as hard as he could, he tugged and ripped it free on the first go. Walking back with the metal drawer that would suffice until a more efficient means was presented as their fire-pit, Kazu set it down and began to build her a fire with the tinder and books he had pilfered along the way.

He’d need to risk breaking apart furniture for more substantial fuel, but for now the small fire would have to do the trick. Motioning her over after a minute, he held out a paperback book to her. “ Come here Tessa, keep this going. ”

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▬♦M♦▬ Watching the winter storm move more fully in on them she only casts a glance over her shoulder when she hears him get up to move about. Simply arching a brow, impressed over how he manhandles the filing cabinet. “Well I mighta, but you seem alright. Somethin’ tells me you’d not a’ froze t'death.” So, she was glad he helped her make it back to the little pad she’d found before, for her own sake anyway. Though perhaps he was cold too. However he wasn’t shivering, growing pale, or huddling in on himself like she was. As he made his way back she turned to face him, brows furrowing faintly as she watched him light the fire. “Mm– ya think we should tear out the fan above the stove, and give the smoke some place t'escape. And by we– I mean you, T1000.” Because there was no way she’d be able to wrench that hood vent off, and yank out a fan to open up the ventilation shaft without some decent tools. He on the other hand– could probably use his hands. With a sigh she shifts, reluctant to let her blanket slip as she shuffled closer and took up the book, leafing through it with a little chuckle that only seemed to grow the more she read. “Yeah this book deserves t'be burned.” With that she rips out a page, holding it up to the dim light from the small fire just starting to take off, and reads the words on it with a mock lustful purr.

“Ilyan shed his suit jacket and shirt until all he wore were his pants, and those were easy to get rid of. I wanted to do that myself, unbutton his shirt, caress his chest, but Ilyan was the type who wanted all the control when we fucked. It was a small thing to capitulate to his desire, especially when he made me come so many times.”

“—-Oh lordy, they even spelled cum c-o-m-e.” She’s far too amused with how bad that thing reads to be the least bit embarrassed about it. Perhaps because it was so ridiculous, it didn’t ring as being seriously sexual in the least. Snickering so as to almost snort with laughter over the cheap romance novel he’d managed to snag, she crumbles the bad writing up to toss to the flames. They licked around it, finally engulfing it in a low whoosh, and she moved on to another. This time just rolling her eyes at what she found there before discarding it to burn as well. “Ya think we can get into the bar below later? I bet they have some better stuff t'burn. —Maybe some booze still too?” Flashing him a tooth lil smirk, hoping he’d see it as an implied request to find her some alcohol, she rubs her hands together, and lightly blows on the little fire to flare it up some more.

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“I would not have let you freeze to death.” He told her even as he stood and turned towards the vent above the busted oven and had to shake his head at himself with a low chuckle. Here he was, ex marine, biological weapon given flesh, taking orders from a cute little red-head in an abandoned bar in the middle of a nasty snow storm during the apocalypse.

Walking over to it, he braced an arm on the wall to lean over the appliance and looked up into the fan. His next words were grunted, curt from his bent position. “Correct you are. I do not get cold easily, though admittedly… It would have been bothersome.”

Reaching up to grasp an edge, the cold bite of the metal sent a ripple of goose bumps down his arm, but he ignored it and yanked. The metal separated with a sharp and quick screech as he tried to be as quick, but as careful as possible.

Even in the storm, there was no telling how acute the eaters hearing was, and it was best not to provoke a test. He felt the air move, now free to rise up and through he turned back around to find her holding up a page of the book and reading aloud a passage. He made a face of disgusted amusement as he set the hood on the ground next to the oven. “I prefer the real thing, personally. Reading about sex never really did it for me.”

Moving to stand behind her as she further amused herself by burning the terribly written novel, Kazu crossed his arms and looked over towards the large window and open balcony that looked down onto the bar below.

For now the bar below was inaccessible, as he had intended once they were secured on the top level—no surprises during the night, Kazu wasn’t fond of having to wake up swinging. The entire hallway had been stuffed with the tables and chairs that had been arranged close to the balcony. Looking back down at her when she requested alcohol, he arched an eyebrow.

“I didn’t take you for a drinker. What’s your poison?” ___________________________________________

▬♦M♦▬ ”No, right— I know.” The reply sounded almost sheepish, realizing that her words could be taken as if she had little faith in him having concern over her well being in that away. However after what he’d done to keep her alive so far, and in such a short amount of time, she was certain he wouldn’t let something as simple as a snow storm take her out already. A curious, and perhaps a little self indulgent, gaze slid from her work with the fire to watch him remove the oven hood and vent fan. Her darkened eyes drink in his actions, the bend of his body to better position himself for the pull, and the flex of muscle, brawn bulging as he broke apart the appliance with relative ease. All of course made extra obvious by the tightness of his second hand shirt. Which looked damn good on him despite the fact that his quick clean up was unable to remove all evidence of it’s previous gore bath down the front. Cheeks flushing, she yanks her attention back to the page before her, distracting herself with reading the silliness of some sloppily structured erotica. Which was far less sexy than the man soaking up space in the small room. Good lord, this bachelor pad looked so much bigger with just the bed at one side, and the strangely shaped modern couch on the other as the main focal points of the place. Now though—- with Kazu in the midst of it—- The space was just filled up with him. He was the main focal point, no matter what else she had to busy herself with. With a faint little cough, a strangled sound of unexpectedness at his frank and so casual response to her reading and comments, she tears up more of the book before muttering, mostly to herself. “Yeah well I have had far more satisfyin’ books than lovers, so—-“ So she wasn’t going to admit she might be a bit of an expert on the sort of trashy novel she was incinerating at that moment. Once the conversation was drawn towards the bar below, Tess can’t help the light laugh that bubbles up as she turns towards him, drawing the blanket tighter about her slender shoulders. “I’m sure there’s an awful lot about me that might surprise ya. But everyone has their vices, amiright? Mine’s mostly whiskey. A good bourbon, or Scot. Though I’d take jus’ about anything t’add a bit a’ fire t’the blood right about now.” She knew that technically alcohol didn’t warm you one bit, but it sure did take the edge off of feeling so cold. Or so sore and rattled still too. Which she was, and doing her damndest to ignore. Though there was no doubt, with the weather, and the way her ass had hit so hard on the pavement earlier, she was going to be aching in the morning, no matter how much liquor she loosened her limbs with tonight. “However I suggest we stay away from vodka or tequila. Vodka just makes me kinda volatile.” And what do they say about tequila? Yeah, she should avoid that tonight too. __________________________________

He allowed himself to smirk a little at her reaction to his crass confession, but it was true. Reading about sex wasn’t even foreplay to him… Well– maybe… He considered that perhaps given a certain context it had potential to be. But certainly not for entertainment purposes. Kazu preferred soft flesh and liquid warmth to paper and ink. Not that his imagination was lacking.

Her small insinuation that the men in those stories kept her warmer than a living, breathing man made him grunt in concern, but pulled himself short. It wasn’t his place nor was it the time to inquire or comment. To easy would it be to find a game in making her flush or squirm. There was still too much to discuss, too much to worry about for now. Starting with the explanation he felt her owed her. That man attacked her because they saw her with him.

That little joke back at the store about the fences suddenly seemed grossly inappropriate and knotted in his stomach like a lead weight. He should have just told her the truth, but how could he have known? What would he have even said? That dangerous men were potentially nearby, but don’t worry its probably nothing. Paranoia might have saved her the trouble… Fuck.

Maybe she would have been a little more careful, or gone a totally different way through town if he’d only just said something… It was too late now though. No use in stressing over the what could have been. He could warn her now, and he could keep her safe. At the very least, until he sorted out the bad blood and made sure, in any direction she chose to go, she had a safe path.

“I have no doubt you are full of surprises, Tessa.” He spoke, looking down at her when she turned in place, swathed in her blanket, to look back at him. Already she looked better then she had earlier that day. Still a bit scuffed, with the vibrancy of her hair dulled only a little from her tussle and close call. His mind went back into a three part rewind; recalling how she’d looked while in that room back at the store with him, to the look in her eyes when he cowed her against the wall. Right up to current times; right now, as she looked up at him.

He could see the phantom tremors behind her eyes and in the lines of her face with his acute senses. She definitely wasn’t giving herself enough credit, and he fully planned on reinforcing that. After he told her everything he knew about the guy who attacked her, and the guys who’d attacked him.

“At least you have good taste.” He smiled approvingly, especially when she expounded on the passing of tequila. No need to open that bottle of liquid hormones.

“I need to break apart some furniture, that paper won’t burn forever. Wait here, and ’ll bring you back a bottle for you while I make sure we have enough to burn to last at least the night” _____________________________________

▬♦M♦▬ Pleased that he didn’t argue, or try to prove she was easily readable, the corners of her lips quirk up a bit more, gazing up at him as she was then, eyes flashing in the dim light of the small fire. “I would hope so. My father had a thing for the Scotch. Had some family ship over his favorite straight from the source. It was the easiest thing t’get my hands on when I was younger. Guess you could say I cut my teeth on ‘the good stuff’.” Shrugging she simply snuggled further into her blanket, and tucked some loose curls away from her face, nodding as he changed subjects towards a trip below. There wasn’t a chance in hell she was going anywhere at that moment, too cold and too scared of running into more from that group, Tess had every intention on waiting there long before he basically commanded her to. After all, from what she’d seen, he would be far better off without her. Able to move faster, and fight better without having t worry about her getting in the way. In fact she wouldn’t blame him one bit if he bailed as soon as the storm let up. Especially after that run in out there on the street. Surely he’d over heard something that led him to believe she was nothing but trouble. Hell he’d already had to save her ass twice, right? What man in his right mind would want to stick around any longer than he had to with someone who was going to be a bit of a burden? And that’s what she felt she’d be to a man like him, so clearly capable of handling everything himself, he didn’t seem to have need of someone such as she. Even the mending of his wound had been forced on her part, showing that the main skill she possessed wasn’t exactly wanted by him either. Part of her planned on telling him it was okay to feel that way. And essentially give him permission to take off on her. Once she apologized for the shit she’d drug him into that is. After that she was sure he’d be happy to have such an easy guilt free out. Of course she’d been a little distracted with the whole getting away and not dying bit to take note of everything the man had said, and assumed the mention of the man with dreads had only been because he’d seen Tess exit the building with Kazu. So, she had no way of knowing his ‘fence’ was actually the boys that asshole was upset about losing. Had she though, perhaps she’d not have been sitting there as she was, dazed and doing her best to sift through all the possible ways to explain what that had all been about in a way that didn’t make her look like—- well a killer. Because despite the blood on her hands due to them, she never really could think of herself in such a fashion, and would be horrified if anyone else did. “Right—- I’ll uh— I’ll wait right here.” She mumbled then lifted her gaze from her bruised wrists to him once more. ”Hurry back.” We hafta talk— While he was gone though she had actually managed to move from that spot, and had taken up some of the wooden utensils in the the kitchen, using her knife to make some shavings and keep the fire burning. Having sliced the wide parts off of two spoons, and a spatula, she put them into a lil tee-pee in the center of the makeshift fire pit, and had their tiny fire burning a bit brighter by the time he returned to find her toying with the knife, still bundled up in her blanket, and gazing into the flames. ________________________________________

Kazu reached across his chest to rub at his shoulder, ignoring the twinge at his back. He hadn’t reopened the wound, at least it didn’t feel that way, in his attack on her aggressor earlier. He’d have Tessa look at it when he got back, she’d likely want to know. “ Cut your teeth on it, huh? Well, I’d say we have something in common then. Good whiskey and all– ”

But obviously tossing the guy bodily down the alley had pulled something in or around the wound. He grunted a little at himself, thinking back on how brutal he must have appeared to her. Funny, but he’d never really given it much thought. Since the dead had begun to rise, Kazu had spent the majority of his time where he well… spent the majority of his time. In the forests. The wild. He had only participated in civilization for monetary and necessary purposes. He still had to live being who he was. Of course, that was ‘before’.

Now though he found himself… No. He didn’t care for judgment, and never had. Kazu wasn’t a man who concerned himself with the huffs and critiques of sheep. He wasn’t human and didn’t pretend to be. Kazu was exactly who he was, without exception or remorse. Just before he passed through the door into the hall, he paused and glanced over his shoulder, watching the light from the small flame do tricks with her eye color as she observed her wrists and fell into a sort of introspection that allowed him to study her without her knowing just yet. “ –seems we both enjoy that fire. I won’t be long—not ten minutes. ”

Set on raiding the interior of the downstairs before breaking apart one of the chairs constructing his barricade in the staircase, Kazu used a bit of magic once out of range, to make the leap without disturbing the mess. Landing at the foot of the stair’s should have sounded like a small bomb going off, but the foxfire burning under the soles of his feet absorbed the impact. His body of course, still suffered the shock, sending ripples up his back and arms as he crouched low and remained in place. It was dark down here, the smell of dust and dead blood, rotting food and stale beer stung his senses. Standing up slowly he stepped into the dark of the lower level, his eyes flashing pearlescent; reflective as his pupils widened.

There were no biters down here, none that had been disturbed already by their low conversations from above, but that didn’t exclude nasty surprises. More than once a body he thought down entirely and unresponsive the first time around, came back with a vengeance to try and bite him on his ass. Literately. He’d taken to shoving his blade through the forehead of any he came across as a standard precaution.

The soft sing of Ester as he drew the blade from his back reflected from the light coming in through the windows, but he was otherwise silent as he made his way towards the kitchen and staff area of the bar. Clear. Sheathing his blade he found an orange, plastic crate and began to fill it with canned fruit and a decent sized bag of unopened peanuts. Finding the beer cooler, Kazu set down the crate with a barely contained chuckle of pure glee. It was still locked, three bolts and a bar latch. Hand burning hot with foxfire he grasped the metal bar and snapped it as quietly and quickly as he could. Pulling Ester from his back again, he slipped it into the eyehole’s of the masterlocks and snapped those too. Opening the door he waited and used the sword to move aside the plastic flaps. Clear. Two chilled bottles, of Tennessee Honey and Devil’s Cut went into the crate before he made it back upstairs the same way he’d come. With the crate under his left arm, and a plain, wooden barstool over his right shoulder, being the only difference. Setting the barstool down he waited for her to notice him. Gesturing to her with his now free hand, he glanced at the knife, connecting that she had used it to shard the bits of a wooden spatula and spoons. “ You know how to use a knife? ”

A fleeting moment of teaching her crossed his mind. If she didn’t, at least he could show her, that hulk of a spear she carried, she could certainly use some practice with as well.

______________________________ ▬♦M♦▬ Unsure of how long he’d be gone Tess had busied herself attempting to keep the small fire from fading before he brought back some real fuel for it. And of course mull over how to open this particular can of worms that was staring her in the face now. Perhaps it had only been a handful of minutes that passed as she’d let the blade of her knife slide down the length of wooden utensils and shave off curls of wood that took to burn quite quickly. However it felt as if it was ages. Not to say he was exactly lonely without him there. After all that would be silly since she’d been so long on her own and hardly knew him. However without him in the room it felt—- oddly empty. Kazu simply absorbed space. His size and his very presence too up all of one’s attention when he was present, and now that she knew what it was like in there with him, the place felt vast , barren, and almost cold without him. Nope, check that. It was actually cold, but in more so the literal sense. Shivering she huddled close to the source of warmth she was slowly building bigger, and began etching a pattern in the wooden knife block she’d found and intended to burn once the fire built up a bit. It was just a few notes of music she once enjoyed playing, nothing fancy, because it would be pointless to put any time into something she was just going to light up a little later anyway, but it was a way of distracting herself from the shit swirling around in her head. In fact it was working so well she didn’t notice his return right away, which was saying something, since things just felt different with him close by, like he affected the environment around him with is very aura, as cheesy as that sounded. Coppery locks, made all the more flame like with the light of the fire dancing along them, cascade around her face as it turns it up ever so slightly to greet him, and allow a dark auburn brow to arch curiously, unsure of exactly what he meant. She knew how to use the blade to shape a spear tip that she could fire harden for a weapon—- that much was obvious. And she could kill undead with it, if she had to get that close, but as far as anything else it would be used for, she hadn’t even a clue. The thought of actually fighting with it aside from stabbing walking corpses in the head hadn’t even entered her mind either. Though the idea of outright killing someone with it had. ”I uh—- I dunno if I know how t’use it real proper like. But I —— I have used it before———.” Tucking it away then she drops her eyes from him, jaw clenching, fighting back any feelings that came from the images that stirred, and their connection to the man from the street. Hands come to clasp hold of the edges of blanket, and curl herself in it once again, as if she could physically hide from the words that she was about to let slip out next. “——-on that man’s brother.” The tone with which she said it spoke a lot more than her words, showing horror at her actions, due to the deadpan and distant nature of her voice, but the firmness there implied that she didn’t have regrets in it. It had been a necessary evil. However this was no where near the way she’d wanted to start this conversation. Nearly the whole time he’d been gone she’d been rehearsing ways to work into it, so as to not seem like she was a walking burden and a magnet for trouble. And now she assumed she just came off like a cold blooded killer. ______________________________________________________ Kazu watched her look up, the lush of her hair framing her face as she stared back at him for a moment and he could see the gears working behind her eyes. Tessa was working up to something, and by the set of her brows and the look on her face just before she spoke, set off a small warning bells in the back of his mind.She cut herself off midsentence though and turned from him. His eyes widened and he fought the urge to suck in a breath as her body language screamed. Almost as if she feared a physical reprimand, she turned in on herself and huddled under the blanket. Then she finished her sentence and the crate felt suddenly heavy under his arm, but oddly fragile as the muscles in his arm flexed, making the plastic groan a little in protest. –that man’s brother….It ran through his head like a mantra, winding back through the events all the way to the first time he’d seen her in that store. Further back even, his mind whirled to the events of his own altercation days ago. His mind skipped forward again, this time to the man in the alley standing over Tess, and it suddenly connected. The tumblers fell into place, one after another until he came to a single conclusion. Her reaction, the way she’d said it in such a stoic but self-loathing manner—she was taking the death of her aggressor to heart, blaming herself in some way?Kazu walked over and sat the crate down beside him before he set his elbows on his knees as he crowded her space a little to the left of her. “ I should have told you this way sooner. It may have saved you that mess in the alley, but I thought I could take care of it myself. �� That fence that I was telling you about before —was no fence at all. I was attacked by a group of men a couple days ago. I killed two of them. ” His watched her carefully, almost intently as he spoke. “ —I thought that was why he went after you. ”He shook his head a little. “ —I know those men, Tessa. Don’t blame yourself, its not your fault. ” “ Its theirs. ” ____________________________________ ▬♦M♦▬ A hard exhale leaves her as he closes in, consuming the space beside her with his powerful presence, and making her feel even more small, more meek—- and weak. Because Kazu’s own confession did little to ease her, to make her feel less responsible for how everything had happened, since she didn’t know how often he had shed blood to survive, just that she was the reason he’d just had to add to whatever number he kept. Her eyes drop away, not wanting him to be able to read the vulnerability that was screaming out from behind them. And when she spoke, her voice was distant, yet strained, doing a poor job of keeping the welling emotion out of it. God this wasn’t how she wanted this to go. “It is though—— David said my hair— it’s how he found me in the crowd the first night we’d went out. Without it, I’d a’ died along with my father. He said it was my signal flag. Even if undead could easily grab it, I kept it long like this so he could spot me if we got separated again. B— but so could others. Being scared as I was then, an’ sentimental now, I still leave it long. Hopin’ —hopin’ he’ll spot me an’ come for me once more. But again it was one a’ them—- It is my fault. It’s my fault t’day more than ever. Cause after that night—- after his brother—- I knew they’d never stop lookin’ for me. An’ I shoulda been more careful.” The muscle in her jaw flexed as she clenched her eyes closed tight then, trying to will away what she was seeing in her mind’s eye now that she’d confessed that condemning truth. Partly because she didn’t want to see if he would look at her differently, knowing she wasn’t as innocent as she might appear, knowing she was capable of killing someone in such an intimate way as to thrust a knife into them. But mostly she just tried to keep the flood gates locked down tight, and not let them open wide and drown her in thoughts of things she couldn’t change. Though right then it seemed futile. That damn night was too clear. Even when repressed it was too vivid, too alive and real, almost more so than the situation she was currently in. She could feel him close, calloused hands roughly grabbing- groping, the slick of sweat on gritty grime covered skin, the salty taste of it and the cigarette he’d smoked before he’d forced his tongue upon her own—- it made her stomach roll, and a shiver of disgust to shake through her even still. “Maybe if I’d not fought him or cried out, if I’d been quiet, and jus—- jus let him. Maybe David wouldn’t a’ tried so hard t’stop him when he was in no condition t’fight. Maybe if I’d a’ trained t’fight myself—- or— I dunno— something, I’da been able to save David without—- without—-“ Eyes slowly open, gazing down at her hands as they unfurl, palms up, fingers loosely curled before her, as if still able to see every drop of blood they’d bore. "It was warmer than I’d imagined. And sticky—- so sticky when it cooled. I thought it would never come off. But it did. An’ worst of all I didn’t regret it. I wanted t’kill him after what he did— what more he was goin’ t’do.” And that was her shame and guilt in it all. If she’d have been better trained, she could have stopped him without him ending up dead, without those men having a vendetta against her. But she didn’t even try. She’d reacted. Someone she loved was in danger, and all that compassion she’d prided herself on just went out the window, and she was thrusting a blade in the back of another human being’s head, —because she judged that he deserved to die. After a moment she pushed it all away, locking it down as tight as she could again, though her teeth had come to make a mark upon her lip with the effort it took to raise her gaze back to his own. Tess just looks at him then, measuring his reaction to everything in almost a numb way, like she was ready for him to throw up his hands and walk out on her, because she was clearly a magnet for trouble. Blinking slowly she lets her upturned hands just sit in her lap as she finally responds directly to what he’d said. ”I knew it. I knew no fence had done all that damage——-.” With that a small spark of herself shown through her eyes once more, as a ghost of a self abasing sort of smile formed and she darts her gaze toward his crate. ”I really need a drink right now. Please tell me ya found us something.”His eyebrows lowered and Kazu tilted his head as he absorbed her body language. Tessa had turned from him, taking those expressive eyes from his view and turning in on herself again. _____________________________________________________________________

His elbows on his knees bent a little as he resisted the urge to move his arms and touch her. She setting off his instincts to sooth and protect without having said even a word yet. Christ… When Tessa started speaking, her tone was almost hollow, as if just saying the words physically hurt her. As he began to piece together what she was saying, he looked up at her hair and realized exactly what she had meant. Her hair had called those men to her like a beacon.Even if they hadn’t been looking for her…His gaze sharpened and his hands balled into fists as he mentally went over just how he’d rip those men apart for their transgressions. It pissed him off, men taking advantage of women simply because they could. As hot as he was getting under the collar, he wasn’t prepared for her next implications.His torso jerked in a subtle flex, a physical lockdown to not only her spoken words and the way she said them—but that she blamed herself at all. When she finally did look at him again, he was looking down and lifting his hands to his forehead, pushing his dreads back from his face. Unwilling to speak just yet, because the rage roiling inside him would likely terrify her more than the image of him in the alley ever could. So he annually forced his facial features to relax enough to open his eyes and look at her. Hands still semi-holding his head up and his hair back, the dark of his eyes were both still very angry but also sympathetic. The next time I see those fucks…She’d said it herself, she didn’t regret it; but the weight of life’s blood on your hands was something he understood far too well. Kazu was a killer, a beast capable of so much more than she could even fathom; but that didn’t mean he didn’t understand compassion and just what that would do to someone. Someone like her. She’d been given a very hard choice.Dropping his hands he ignored her request for a bottle, for the moment and moved one of his knees to drop to the floor as he shifted his weight forward a little and plopping down into a more comfortable spot. “ I’m not going to blow colored smoke up your ass, Tessa. It sounds to me like you were given a very shitty choice, and in your shoes I would have done the same thing. ”He reached into the crate beside him and pulled one of the bottles out. Wrapping his hand around the top, he twisted and broke the seal with a grunt. Offering her the bottle he tossed the cap into the crate and pushing it closer to her for her to inspect. “ That doesn’t make it your fault. Your hair is your only way to signify to David —it’s not your fault those bastards were twisted enough to use it to their advantage…. As for the rest of it. ”He grunted and plucked the remaining bottle from the crate and cracked the seal of that one too, for himself. He canted his head as if he were seconds away from mentally ripping the man apart, which he was, and took a long pull from the bottle “ —I can teach you a few things, so you’ll never have to find yourself in a situation like that, or be forced to choose between your life and someone else’s. That too, is his fault for making you choose. ” Setting the bottle down Kazu snickered and nodded, reaching up with his other hand to sweep a hand across his beard in a gesture of habit. “ Well—there ‘was’ a fence involved but no… Not a fence that hurt me. Which, reminds me—think I pulled something back at the alley. ”

__________________________________________ ▬♦M♦▬ “I know——” The words were mumbled, not bothering to meet his eyes and let him read anymore of her at the moment, because regardless of that fact that her options had been shitty, she’d still taken one that haunted her, and caused her to be hunted as well. Which would make one rather remorseful even if they didn’t regret the choice they’d made. “Thanks.” Slender fingers wrapped around the bottle, accepting it with a shrug before taking a deep hard swig of it. No, taking several consecutive ones, downing a good measure before pulling back to let the burn settle in with a small grimace and a hiss between her teeth. A shiver shook her too when the heat pooled in her belly and started already to blossom warmth through her veins. It had been a long time since she’d drank whiskey with such abandon. A nip here or there was all she’d had in what must be a year or more. But she figured she deserved to drown a few demons after the day she’d had. “I’d a’ hid from ya if I could’ve, because a’ those men. It’s what I’ve been doing since I lost David. I’ve been too scared t’approach any other survivors, even when I’d really needed help. I jus’—- I couldn’t go through something like that again, alone.” With another shrug she snuggles down into her blanket and toys with the neck of the bottle before taking another drink. This one wasn’t as long, but she’d already done a good job of getting a healthy dose of alcohol into her system to help numb her nerves. "Guess it’s a good thing I turned ya down about walkin’ me here, huh?” If she hadn’t, if she’d went with him, she wouldn’t have been attacked, that was true, but it would have made things worse. Obviously they were watched, and should she had been with Kazu, the man who’d tried to take her might have simply kept watching—- until he found where she was going to be hold up that night. And seeing that there’d been no altercation to cause him concern enough to stay, she’d been there alone, and vulnerable. Especially if he’d brought in others by then . Yeah, as bad as things went, they could have been worse for her. Though none of that was any real reason he should stick around, so she took the offer to teach her with a grain of salt, seeing as he’d told her earlier he’d always been alone. It was probably the way he preferred it. With a deep breath she finally caught his line of sight again, letting him see the look of grim determination behind her otherwise soft blue eyes. “Look, ya don’t need t’feel sorry for me an’ stick around. Before I found out you’d been involved with those men too—- I’d planned t’tell ya you could leave after the storm passed, cause I wouldn’t blame ya for avoiding burdens like the ones I brought.” Her thumb rubs the smooth lip of the bottom, eyes dropping to that idle action a moment before lifting to his again. “Now though I see we both made enemies with ‘em, but the sentiment remains—- Ya don’t gotta stay. You killed some cause they attacked ya. I killed their leader, an’—- well prolly a couple others as well, when I let biters in t’their camp t’distract them so David an’ I could escape. I violated their sense a’security, and took out the one they looked to. Pretty sure that makes me enemy number one to ‘em. So I’m thinkin’ they’re prolly not gonna come after you. Ya can jus’ walk away, Kazu. Come mornin’—- if the storm’s let up—-“ I won’t even be surprised to find you gone before I wake. It wasn’t what she wanted though, and she worried the tone of her voice betrayed that, because she’d felt safer, more secure with him even after all this shit today than she had in ages. And she was loathe to be alone anymore. The very thought of it burned her chest more than the liquor alone. __________________________________________________ Sitting with his elbows on his knees, Kazu regarded her body language with a critical eye. When she thanked him she didn’t respond vocally, instead he picked his own up and lifted it in a gesture of acknowledgement. His eyebrow arced as she drank heavily, long pulls that made him shake his head a little with a frown of someone who recognized the action. Kazu didn’t smother his demons though, they were a part of him and he made peace with that a long time ago. He was, what he was. There was no way to change it, and in doing so was a waste of energy and time he could be putting elsewhere. Now that the world was shit, and he didn’t have to worry about the hounds on his heels, Kazu took it upon himself to dispose of the undead like it was a personal mission. As a tool of war, that was where his skills were needed the most.This however didn’t mean that he was incapable of understanding her pain, and the weight she carried at having taken human life—he’d spent years watching, learning and adapting to the world of man. His time in the Wars were especially telling, what killing did to a man. He gleaned the nuances of their behavior mostly out of habit, but it was an aspect of his training. Kazu liked to people watch like other people watched birds or animals, even if the conditions were as morbid as they had been in the trenches, with explosions and chopper blades, gun-fire and death cries. In the moment of her indulgence, his gaze had gone introspective and it was the sound of her voice that drew him back into the present. “ I try and help any survivors I find, so I consider it a good thing. Besides, having seen you solitary would have prompted me to track you anyway. A woman should never travel alone, least of all in the middle of the damn apocalypse. “ Our new ‘friends’ being the primary mutual—as if the eaters, infection and natural selection were not bad enough. ” He shrugged and lifted the bottle to his lips, taking a few healthy pulls before pulling it back and letting the glass neck hang between his knees as he adjusted his elbows. “ Agreed, a good thing. Aside from you being on the front line, it exposed our enemy and gave us a chance to defend ourselves. If you hadn’t, we might have been under attack the moment we took shelter. ”She made a point of catching his eye, and Kazu arched an eyebrow as he took another pull of his liquor, recognizing the look of a woman about to play a righteous, self-sacrificing card. He’d seen it before on a woman who’d been bitten and was trying to ‘save him’… Ridiculous, it wasn’t in him to leave her, he stayed with her to the end and not because she had been female. Women weren’t the only survivors he’d come across that had been given cruel choices. Children, men, young and old; but he knew what dying alone felt like. He remembered his own first time dying… before he knew his life was a cruel and twisted joke of nature. As she began to speak though, he lowered the bottle from his lips and regarded her steadily, though silently. It took him a moment after she stopped speaking, letting her words sink in as he grunted with a nod, letting his gaze move to the floor as if in deep introspection. In reality, his mind had been set the moment he threw that man to the eater. “ Come morning if the storm lets up. ” He started, looking back up at her from under his heavy brows. “ —I’m going back down into the bar and we’re going to empty all the can goods I can find and I’m rigging up an alarm system and then I’m going to teach you how to use a man’s body weight against him. ”Setting the bottle aside and reaching into the crate for the peanuts, he opened the bag and picked out a few before offering her some. “ If you’re basing your crime off violation, you’re thinking about it all wrong to begin with. One ill turn does not beget another, however—you did what you had to do to survive, I’m assuming in a moment of panic where you ‘had’ to make a choice. Don’t fault yourself for the laws of the world as they are now. “ You can’t save everybody, there are no hero’s. Every action we take, no matter big or small, how the world is or was… Every action has a reaction, a ripple effect. It has always been like that. It will always be like that. You will burn yourself out thinking like that and I will not leave you in such a defenseless position, and for damn sure not with a guillotine swinging over your head. So–.” Kazu popped a few peanuts in his mouth and looked square at her, the stubborn arch of his eyebrow and the set of his jaw indicating his own determination. “ —strap in, woman, it’s going to be a long winter. ”

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REALLY LONG CHARACTER SURVEY. RULES. repost, don’t reblog ! tag 10 ! good luck ! TAGGED. @skeletonwithabowtie ((WOWEE THANKS!)) TAGGING. Not tagging anyone but feel free to do this! Seems like a good character dev. practice!

BASICS. FULL NAME : Nightshade / Humanverse: Natalie Shadestone NICKNAME : Nightie, kitty / Nat, kid, kiddo AGE : 200+ years / depends on thread but default usually teens to early 20′s BIRTHDAY : February 10th ETHNIC GROUP : Black cat / Caucasian NATIONALITY : Humanverse: American LANGUAGE / S : English / Humanverse: A little bit of French and Spanish thanks to school SEXUAL ORIENTATION : Asexual ROMANTIC ORIENTATION : Demiromantic RELATIONSHIP STATUS : (Thread dependent but by default) Single CLASS : Humanverse: Upper middle-class HOME TOWN / AREA : Samhain picked her up somewhere in 1800′s England / Humanverse: Some American suburbs CURRENT HOME : Sundown / Humanverse: Some American suburbs PROFESSION : Witchy familiar to the spirit Samhain, Potions expert / Humanverse: (Thread dependent) Veterinarian, Toxicologist, Forensics

PHYSICAL. HAIR : Black and medium length, just below her shoulder EYES : Green, always round and wide-eyed with excitement and curiosity NOSE : Cute as a button FACE : Petite, not as round and not as squarish. Somewhere in the middle LIPS : Upper and lower lip are both equal in shape and ‘fullness’. Often wears dark lipstick COMPLEXION : Fair but slightly on the pink side BLEMISHES : Humanverse: Used to be very pimply as a teenager but cleared up once she knew how to take care of herself SCARS : She had a very old scar which is like a ring that goes around her neck; a chafe wound from when she was still a cat and her previous owner put on a makeshift rope collar too tight and almost choked her. Others are miscellaneous, collected from on the job / Humanverse: Lots of small scars on arms and knees thanks to being a hyperactive little kid who couldn’t stop climbing everywhere TATTOOS : She has a spiderweb on the left side of her neck, which doesn’t symbolize much besides her liking spooky insects / (Depending on the thread, she may have others) HEIGHT : 4′11″ WEIGHT : 95 lbs BUILD : Small, petite, lean FEATURES : Despite her dark fashion sense, most of the time has a huge smile on her face. Her eyes light up when really happy ALLERGIES : N/A USUAL HAIR STYLE : Almost always wears her hair in two ponytails or pigtails. Rarely is she seen with a single, big ponytail or with her hair down, which she only wears when she goes to sleep USUAL FACE LOOK : Pink/Purple eyeshadow and dark lips, either shades of red or purple, never black. Doesn’t wear power unless to conceal something USUAL CLOTHING : Simple tops like vests, T-shirts, crop tops, paired with skirts. Sometimes with/out colorful or black and white patterned leggings. Shoes are usually platformed boots, rarely sneakers.

PSYCHOLOGY. FEAR / S : Deep waters. Despite liking all kinds of other poisonous creatures, snakes aren’t so much of a fear but they make her slightly uncomfortable ASPIRATION / S : To be the best witchy familiar she can be / Humanverse: To work her dream jobs which would be any of the professions mentioned beforehand ^^^ POSITIVE TRAITS : Excitable, Good-hearted, Optimistic, Friendly, Hyperactive, Chatty, Passionate, Determined NEGATIVE TRAITS : Impulsive, Childish (to the point of irresponsibility), Scatter-brained, Intrusive, Self-indulging, Impish MBTI : Campaigner (ENFP-A) “.. a true free spirit. They are often the life of the party… Charming, independent, energetic and compassionate..” ZODIAC : Humanverse: Aquarius TEMPERAMENT : Jolly SOUL TYPE / S : Performer “…outgoing, charming people with a strong sense of fun” ANIMALS : Baboon VICE HABIT / S : She talks waaaay too much and waaaay too fast, sometimes forgetting that not everyone can keep up with her pace or train of thought which often times is disconcerting if you’re trying to keep a conversation. She can jump from one topic to another pretty quick. She is often blunt with her observations, but is quick to apologize if she hurts anyone’s feelings. FAITH : Agnostic GHOSTS ? : Yes AFTERLIFE ? : She believes there are different ‘realms’ considered to be the afterlife, depending on what you believe REINCARNATION ? : Yes / Humanverse: She has yet to find compelling evidence to prove that it as a process exists ALIENS ? : Yes / Humanverse: She leaves the possibility for other life forms other than humans open POLITICAL ALIGNMENT : Supports whoever isn’t hateful or a bigot who spreads hate to serve selfish agendas, who’d rather spend on themselves than spend on the people’s welfare ECONOMIC PREFERENCE : Doesn’t have a preference. Prefers comfort over extensive luxury SOCIOPOLITICAL POSITION : As a member of the mythos society, she is regarded as a highly skilled and strong spirit and is respected for her expertise with potions and for being Samhain’s trusted familiar / Humanverse: A well-liked character and active member of society. Popular to the point where almost everyone knows her, have a vague idea of her or at least heard of her in some form. EDUCATION LEVEL : Everything she knows was taught to her by Samhain, but has learned to improvise due to experience and thinking on her feet. / Humanverse: Above average, honor’s student.

FAMILY. FATHER : N/A / Humanverse: (Adoptive) Harvey Shadestone MOTHER : N/A / Humanverse: (Adoptive) Kelly Shadestone SIBLINGS : N/A EXTENDED FAMILY : N/A / Humanverse: Considers Sam and Axel to be her big brothers, and Granda Hallahan as her grandfather NAME MEANING / S : ‘Nightshade’ was given by Samhain due to her near-death experience of being poisoned. But her sharing Samhain’s ghoulish essence gave her the ability to resist any toxin/posion known to man HISTORICAL CONNECTION ? : N/A

FAVOURITES. BOOK : Doesn’t really have one MOVIE : Too many favorites, keeps changing with time 5 SONGS : Same as movies but one of her favorite bands is Owl City DEITY : She adores the Egyptian goddess Bast for obvious reasons HOLIDAY : Halloween!!! MONTH : Can’t choose one month out of the twelve SEASON : Spring PLACE : Home WEATHER : Cold, sunny mornings SOUND : Trees and grass rustling in the wind SCENT / S : Butter TASTE / S : Anything sweet FEEL / S : Warm hugs, snuggling up to a warm body like lying atop of Samhain’s chest when falling asleep ANIMAL / S : All the animals NUMBER : All the numbers COLOUR : All the colors (But mostly black, pink and purple)

EXTRA. TALENTS : Cooking BAD AT : Drawing and writing cursive TURN ONS : TURN OFFS : HOBBIES : Eating, cooking, dancing, photography, more eating TROPES : PERKY GOTH IS PERFECT BECAUSE THE PAGE EVEN HAS HER FC ON IT, Genki Girl, Sweet Tooth, Bunny-Ears Lawyer, The Power of Friendship. Perky Female Minion and Villainous Harlequin work only in her Criminal verses. AESTHETIC TAGS : N/A GPOY QUOTES : ????

FC INFO. MAIN FC / S : Pauley Perrette ALT FC / S : None OLDER FC / S : None YOUNGER FC / S : None VOICE CLAIM / S : Can’t place anyone besides the voice I gave her xD GENDERBENT FC / S : If I had to pick, Logan Lerman

MUN QUESTIONS. Q1 : if you could write your character your way in their own movie, what would it be called , what style would it be filmed in , and what would it be about ? A1 : I would loooove it to be a Laika-style stop-motion animation. The first movie that came to mind would be Coraline, and I think it kind of suits her! Spooky but still a little colorful, whimsical and most importantly hopeful. If there was ever a movie starring Nightshade as the main character, I would use the Epilogue AU where it shows her being the guardian of the Veil after Samhain passes on. Samhain would be in the movie but only in flashbacks and to serve preface for the story. And Barty her familiar would be there, and maybe Axel comes into the picture later on. Q2 : what would their soundtrack / score sound like ? A2 : Again something along Coraline’s soundtrack. Some parts are whimsical and upbeat, and some parts can transition to downright eerie for the more intense parts. Q3 : why did you start writing this character ? A3 : Nightshade the black cat was actually the first character I started roleplaying with, though I didn’t have an official RP blog then. I was sending asks to this Jack Frost character and then I decided to make my own blog and OCs and Nightshade was fleshed out into the muse you see today! I know she’s Samhain’s familiar but I don’t want people to think that she’s just an extension of his character and story when she’s her totally own person. Q4 : what first attracted you to this character ? A4 : Her endless optimism and ability to be intimidating and childish at the same time.

Q5 : describe the biggest thing you dislike about your muse. A5 : If she were a real live person, I’d probably be annoyed with her inability to grasp personal space REAL fast. I’m okay with her being cuddly, but too much too long might grind my gears. And (though I haven’t seen it happen yet) I don’t like the way people might assume that just because she’s childish or easily trusting means she’s naively stupid. She makes rash decisions, sure, but experience has taught her to always have backup plan and to think on your feet.

Q6 : what do you have in common with your muse ? A6 : We both try to be as positive as possibly, for ourselves as well as for the people around us. We want to make the world a better place, even though we are small and we might not ever be enough. But we try, even in our small ways. Q7 : how does your muse feel about you ? A7 : “Mun is totally sweet and kind and gentle and maybe sometimes says violent things but isn’t really a violent person deep down~ It’s funny how she can be so silly and scatterbrained sometimes, kinda reminds me of me! She can be a bit of a know-it-all sometimes and it’s annoying but I think she’s gettin’ better at that.. Mmmmm It bums me out when she gets real sad sometimes and I don’t know how to cheer her up, but when she gets back to smiling, it makes me feel a whole lot better cus she has a nice smile!” -Nightshade

Q8 : what characters does your muse have interesting interactions with ? A8 : I can’t narrow them down because there are way too many but they’re all so very unique and interesting to me! Q9 : what gives you inspiration to write your muse ? A9 : Writing for Nightshade is the easiest when I’m in a good mood. Sometimes Harlequin inspires the mischief in her and I get tons of ideas, and not just for her Criminal verses. Q10 : how long did this take you to complete ? A10 : To be honest I started this late last night, like around 11:30PM, but then I got too tired, saved it in my drafts, and only got back to it this morning :D

#;headcanon (nightshade)#;everybody wants to be a cat (nightshade)#tagged #god this took forever #definitely not gonna do this for the other two lol

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Character Questionnaire- Reisei

Originally posted on DeviantArt

First, give us a quick run-down of your character. Reveal as much or as little as you want.

Reisei Kokuu (虚空冷静) is 22 years old, male (possibly cisgender, yet up to interpretation), and Japanese. He is a rather minor character in the Whimsica universe but he has his own short story about him and Tamika, Flowery Sky. It’s anout how the two meet, enter a relationship, and grow into adulthood. His last name means “Empty Sky”, alluding to the name of one of his poems about being lonely. His first name translates to “calm”.

Reisei is shy, soft-spoken, sensitive, and intuitive. He writes poetry and has a very serene and delicate heart. His poems are mostly about nature and using imagery to convey emotion. He is very docile and hospitable. He wants to be a doctor.

Reisei’s birthday is September 9. He is 5’9” and 200 pounds, which is overweight. His hair is a dark gray, along with his eyes. He is quite sickly, often succumbing to common ailments due to a weak immune system.

In the Whimsica universe he is a rabbit fauna, meaning he has rabbit DNA which manifests itself as long floppy ears on his head and a puffy round tail. In this magical universe he also has powers that have to do with healing, and his spells are possibly poems.

What is their nose shape? Long? Pointed? Round? Broad? Thin?

Reisei’s nose is basically a very average nose, but a bit on the round side.

If your OC had an account on deviantART what would their username be? What kind of things would they post?

His username would be something like kodoku-na-aozora (Lonely Blue Sky) or shuzuka-na-kanata (Quiet Distance)

And of course, he would post his poetry. Maybe some photography too.

How could your OC be parodied, mocked, or exaggerated? (Example: A character who tends to cry a lot is parodied by being portrayed as more emotional than they really are.)

Reisei would talk in poems. Every time he feels any sort of emotion he would go on a long, flowery, and poetic rant about how he’s feeling. He would also be very expressive, theatrical, fainting a lot and perhaps even literally being the sky.

What genre of story could you most see your character being in? Does this match their current genre?

Honestly I could most easily just see him in a very touching slice-of-life anime. I threw him in a fantasy story to switch things up though.

Does your OC prefer seriousness or comedy?

Reisei is a bit more on the serious side though he does appreciate good comedy.

If they were a genre of music, which would they be?

Very, very calming slow songs of a wide range of genres. Atmospheric music perhaps.

If they were a month, which would they be?

April, a very gentle and mild month where everything begins coming back to life. I could also see him being November, a quieter month that often feels a bit wistful.

What canon characters do they remind you of?

You know, Reisei is one of my rare characters that aren’t inspired by any characters from other media whatsoever. However I would have to say he is a bit like Mio Akiyama from K-ON, who is a lyricist and has a gentle personality. However, Reisei doesn’t have Mio’s strictness and probably wouldn’t punch Ritsu like Mio sometimes does.

Also he’s not a fictional character but. Adam Young. (Owl City)

If they were one of the seven deadly sins, which would they be?

This is strange, but Reisei would be lust. But it’s a different kind of lust. Not sexual. He has many, many different self-indulgent desires. Wanderlust perhaps.

Least favorite color?

Reisei finds beauty in all the colors as they are all part of nature and each can evoke a wide range of different emotion. Red can be of a rose as much as it can be of a gentle sunset.

Any inside jokes or memes related to your character? Are they easy to poke fun at?

Rei is gay and that’s okay. He’s actually bisexual however.

Also, what do you call a RAY that has something to SAY?

Defining characteristics?

He’s a poet who wants to be a doctor. He’s sensitive and soft-spoken. He’s often sick. He’s very sweet and generous. He’s also a bunny fauna.

What does their voice sound like?

It’s quite clear, a bit low and soft-sounding. He has a bit of a stutter.

Imagine that your character had an official character songs CD with two songs on it. List what the titles might be, what they’re about, the genre, and generally what they sound like.

Oh boy, here comes my favorite question. Reisei’s character songs would be his poems. But as songs.

Song 1: 雨空の独白 (Amazora no Dokuhaku) [Rainy Sky Monologue]

Reisei basically talking to himself about how beautiful life is yet how lonely it is when you have nobody to share it all with. It’s somewhat upbeat yet the lyrics are a bit... sad. There’s a piano in it.

Song 2: 幸せの涙 (Shiawase no Namida) [Tears of Happiness]

Song is ambiguously about Tamika. It’s basically about Reisei being thankful that she’s always there for him to the point where he’s moved enough to cry. It’s a bit slower than the first song and sounds a bit sad. It’s really both a sad and happy song. There is a piano. Sounds a bit like Nawatobi from Love Live. One line from it is “I’m very, very happy. So why is it that I’m crying?” Another line compares his feelings to a sunshower, when the sun is out during a light rain, symbolizing happy tears. “It’s strange, yet special, because it’s a time we can see beautiful rainbows.”

What if the funniest thing about your character?

HE’S SO CORNY AND HIS POEMS ARE CHEESY.

What would you say are your character’s strangest or most unique traits?

His handwriting is perfect, it’s like print. He has floppy ears as a rabbit fauna. Very long floppy ears. Also, rabbits and other small rodents seem to be drawn to him. It’s like he radiates peace.

Humorous running gags that apply to them? (Example: A repeated funny thing happens to them.)

Whenever Reisei sees a mime he gets so irrationally angry for no reason.

Character’s voice type? (Soprano, alto, contralto, tenor, baritone, etc.)

He has a tenor voice type, it’s not really that deep. Just like your poems, Reisei.

Okay, that was mean. Sorry. His poems are probably wonderful.

How well are they at drawing?

Average I guess. But his handwriting is godly.

Are they idealistic and dream of a perfect world? Or do they believe that life is meant to be tough? Maybe they’re somewhere in between, perhaps?

Reisei is very much the idealistic, dreamy type. His view is that the world may not be perfect, but we should all be striving for it to be.

Blood type?

O+

Name some TV Tropes that apply.

I’m going to skip this one because I’m lazy and can’t think of anything. Sorry.

What about your OC do you find difficult to write? (Examples: Tastes that don’t match yours, different ways of thinking)

I find it difficult to write his poems because I’m not really a good poet.

How are they different from you? How are they similar to you?

He’s quite similar to me actually. We’re idealistic and wishy-washy and soft and all that.

He’s different from me as he writes poems as I prefer to write stories. My handwriting is terrible. He’s more serious than me and I’m a big goofball.

Choose any random established character. Now, write if your OC would get along with them or not.

Reisei would get along fairly well with Umi Sonoda. They both write poems. Umi is shy, but not as shy as Reisei. Umi is a bit more serious than Reisei. I could see her being protective of him. I could see them writing songs together.

Is your character someone you would like to meet or be friends with?

Sure! He’s a very nice person and has the same views on the world as me. We could have long conversations about nice things, provided he would talk. He’s very shy.

If you were to ever be able to spend an hour with them, what would you do with them within that hour? If it involves asking them something, then what?

I would just. Have that aforementioned long conversation with him. I would also ask him about his life and such. I know my job as a writer is to make that up myself, but... hey....

Would you consider your character emotional? Why or why not?

He is very much emotional. He has all these feelings they he conveys through his writing.

Why did you create this character? What message or story are they supposed to tell?

Reisei is really just... I feel like he’s a part of me. The lonely and yearning part of me.

He’s also meant to prove that men can be soft and sensitive too and that it’s okay for them to be like that.

What inspired the creation of your character? It can be anything.

It was actually a dream that inspired the first few parts of him. I forgot it, but I think I fell asleep listening to https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=JcHl1JgIW6A

I first saw him in that dream... an emotional, sickly boy who liked to create things...

On a scale of 1 to 10, how sensitive are they? (1 being lowest, 10 being highest)

I would give this guy a big fat 10. Not only is he sensitive, he’s also intuitive and almost connected with other people’s emotions.

On a scale of 1 to 10, how well do they fit the definition of “cute”?

I’d say 8. He’s pretty cute. He likes cute things. He plays Animal Crossing. His room is “like a girl’s room”. He collects stuffed animals. The ting that keeps him from being a 9 or a 10 is his rather plain appearance, yet I think being plain on the outside fits him.

On a scale of 1 to 10, how funny are they?

I’d give him a 5. He’s... average. He has a sense of humor but he isn’t my funniest character, nor my easiest to poke fun at. Most of his humor relies on his poems being cheesy or his silly clumsiness. Luana pokes fun at his name, calling him stingray. Again, he’s not my funniest character. He has a more serious purpose.

On a scale of 1 to 10, is your character’s life ordinary, or anything but? (1 being ordinary, 10 being outlandish)

He’s one of my rare characters with an actual normal life of some sort. By Whimsica standards maybe. But by other standards, he would be a 5. I would say 5.

Name something unexpected about your character.

Reisei is a top! In bed! He’s a TOP! You thought he was going to be a bottom but no! Reisei is a top!

Also, he likes Pokemon and is somewhat into it competitively. It’s unexpected because he doesn’t strike people as being competitive.

Are they a typical inhabitant of their world, or do they have things that set them apart from being a normal person?

By Whimsica standards he is ordinary. Very ordinary. He’s your random typical normal guy. Faunas are everywhere. It doesn’t matter if he’s part rabbit. There’s also talking rabbits and furries living in Whimsica! (The furries are called Anthromorphs)

Does your character snore?

A little bit! It’s quiet. Tamika says it’s cute.

How much has your character changed since you first created them? Write a scenario where the current one meets the first version.

The very first Reisei that popped in my head was actually a story writer rather than a poem writer. He was going to be just as quiet, but maybe not as sensitive. He was more blunt. He had black hair and blue eyes. He was skinny. He wasn’t a rabbit fauna at the time. He was also a high school student. The current Reisei met Tamika in high school and has a story that takes place in high school, but in the current timeline he is 22 during the main events of Whimsica Saga.

I’m going to skip writing the scenario though, because the change wasn’t that drastic. Also I’m lazy. Heh.

How does your character change or develop the most through the course of their story?

He goes from being very lonely and shy to coming out of his shell a bit and being able to show his true self.

What food can’t your character just not stand?

Reisei hates tomatoes. He thinks they taste like grass.

Does your character have anything else that they can’t stand?

Mimes. Also, the usual stuff like bullies and unfairness.

What are your character’s hands like? Size? Shape? Are they callused or smooth?

His hands are kind of square-shaped, smooth, a little bit hairy. (Just above the knuckles. Yes, some people have hair there.)

What’s the most cliche thing about your character? Do you like them that way, or do you seek to improve them?

Rei is cliche and that’s okay. Rei is cliche and I like him that way.

Silly poem aside, I do think he’s a little bit cliche? But usually it’s a girl character with Reisei’s personality. Reisei is a male. It makes him a little bit different I guess.

But still, I really, really like him this way. He’s pure and has a big heart.

What are misconceptions that are made about your character? This could either be in-universe or IRL people’s first impressions.

In-universe, people usually think he’s boring or don’t know who he is because he never talks.

IRL? Um... maybe the fact that nobody saw it coming that he was a top! Not a bottom!

What would they be if they were an animal?

A dark gray rabbit with big floppy ears.

If your character had a candy made after them, what kind would it be?

Marshmallows shaped like clouds and stars.

Your character is in a band. Would they be a vocalist, guitarist, bassist, drummer, or keyboardist?

I think he would be the keyboardist.

#flowery sky #whimsica #oc #ocs #reisei kokuu #my writing #tamika towa

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