#he’s 26 now and his hair has very little brown left

[starrspice]

Have a Sun, Moon, and a StarrSpice!

I’ve been super busy with work and other stuff in my life so I haven’t had the time energy or motivation to really draw all that much, but with things settling down a bit I decided to stretch my drawing muscles and dive back in

And who better to do that with than sun and Moon? The most drawable boys ever

Very self indulgent but very much needed with the chaos in my life lately

It feels good to be back

[bunny-jpeg]

smoked out

fernando alonso & lance stroll

tags: smut/pwp, weed smoking/recreational drug use, threesome, age gap (25/26/43), montreal, cowgirl position, oral sex (fernando receiving), poor lance

a/n: this one goes out to the seven strollonso fans, i hope this is something! this has also made me really want to pick up a joint... also please remember to consume recreational drugs carefully! do not take something if you don't want to and make sure if you do you're with people you trust and will take care of you!! - this includes alcohol!

montreal, qc - january

the two of them knew it was wrong. any moment of any day there could be a drug test at their door. but it was the off-season, just after new years and you were more than happy to pick up a little big of grass for your boyfriend and his teammate.

except many thought that lance was your boyfriend and not the older and (no-so) wiser fernando. you were seated in front of the couch in front of the coffee table while you worked your magic under the careful gaze of your older lover.

"does this look good?" you looked over to fernando on the couch. he looked at the joint then at you. he rubbed the back of your head and you smiled up at him, "c'mon, speak to me, honey or else you're not getting any."

fernando replied, "oh, so you're going to give it all to lance?" he looked over at the other man on the loveseat, he had a beer in his hand and had been nursing it most of the evening. fernando turned back to you and leaned forward to be closer in your space. he kissed the top of your head and chuckled, "i think he'd die after one hit."

lance perked up and said, "i've smoked weed before!" his brown eyes wide at the accusation that he was new to this. it made you and fernando laugh. he felt his cheeks grow a little pink, "i mean... ya know, i have had it... once." that was a lie, it was a total lie. it was a party in high school and he pretended to smoke.

you snickered and looked up at fernando, "oh, we're gonna have so much fun with him tonight." and reached up to your lover with your free hand and gave him a pat on his cheek. you and fernando were seasoned, at the very least, fernando was a little more seasoned than you.

he told you all matters of stories from his early days in formula one. he chuckled once, "you think i had that facial hair while i was totally sober." and you on the other hand, were not an angel, despite fernando's nickname towards you. you went to cegep and then university. plus with the stuff now more legal than air, it wasn't hard to get your hands on it.

you eyed the joint before you got up and onto the couch. the rolling tray left behind on the table. you tucked yourself into fernando's shoulder and looked at him.

lance leaned forward in the loveseat and took a sip of his beer as he watched you light up. in the warm lighting of your apartment (where smoking was allowed) the canadian driver watched you take the first drag of the joint. you giggled a little as you exhaled the smoke into your lover's face. lance swallowed and admired you two.

you looked over to the other man while you handed fernando the joint and beckoned the other driver to come over, "oh my god, we're not gonna bite." and lance had never moved so quickly to his feet.

you were sandwiched between them as fernando had a smoke as casual as drinking win. he looked away from the two of you to exhale, he was polite. he took another drag before he handed it to lance.

lance took it nervously and you were much closer in his space. your arm draped around his shoulders as you giggled. you asked if he needed help and he nodded in response. your breasts pressed up against him as you coached him through a proper inhale.

"and don't hold it in your lungs, it doesn't make you anymore high. if anything it could burn them and cause more problems." then you made a pleased noise when he exhaled and coughed loudly.

lance wheezed and hit his chest as he coughed through the exhale. but you were right there, hand on his back. and then when he looked at you with glassy eyes, you only smiled and kissed him. fernando alonso's (problematically) younger girlfriend was kissing him. when lance opened his eyes to see fernando's response, the older man simply took the joint from him and laughed.

the other driver said, "be careful there, lancito. she can get a little handsy when she smokes." then took another drag, smirking around it.

you were still kissing lance once more. your hand slid up his dark t-shirt and you giggled against the kiss. soon you felt the weight of your lover up against your behind, with your front against his teammate. pressed between both men as you felt their erections up against you. the three of you kissed, smoked and felt up one another. with fernando even landing a long earned kiss on his teammates mouth.

you pulled away from a kiss with fernando and leaned back against lance. your throat felt dry and your head was full of marijuana high. but you didn't care, you loved the feeling of being between the two men. you chuckled as you asked, "i don't wanna mess up my couch. why don't we take this to bed?"

lance never thought he'd ever see you naked, not when you were stumbling over yourself as you dragged them both into the bedroom. your king sized bed (purchased by fernando) sat proudly up against the wall and before he could bat his eyes, you were struggling to get out of the slightly baggy aston martin shirt that you had been wearing. the visual of seeing you smoking a joint while wearing the teams t-shirt scratched an itch in lance's brain that he didn't think was there. didn't help that you were barely wearing anything underneath it. yoga shorts that basically showed your ass when you bent over.

before lance could go to the belt of his jeans, he looked at his teammate and fernando wasn't even looking at him. too engrossed in your state of undress. he caught lance looking at him and said, "you can sit and watch, or you can join. teammates share." then winked at the other man.

lance was often curious about the behind the scenes of formula one in earlier decades, but something in his head suggested that it was a lot of this. and by the sight of you, now fully undressed, he wasn't going to pass up the opportunity.

fernando palmed himself through his jeans for a moment as he watched lance get undressed. it was a cute sight, to see his little girlfriend and his teammate on the bed together. seemed like you didn't need the help of a little herb to get this comfortable. he directed his attention to lance and said, "say something nice about her, she might get the wrong idea."

you looked at lance and pushed some of your hair out of your hair. you smiled at him, the kind of smile that drew the other driver in. you felt the uptick in your heart when lance replied.

"i sometimes wonder how could an angel like her, end up with you, nando." he chuckled then worked the belt of his jeans. he was painfully hard. it wasn't just primal stimulation or the drugs. you were fucking hot. he looked at you further and added, "i'm sorry, man, but... she's quite the looker." then looked at his teammate, "do you have blackmail or something?"

fernando replied while you giggled, "keep talking like that and i'll send you home." his tone was tense in a way that excited you and lance. the two men stripped down and fernando was on the bed.

lance moved without thinking, following with whatever you and fernando wanted. the spanish driver was propped up against the headboard with lance on his back, his mouth close to his cock. and you swung one leg over lance's waist with both hands on his toned stomach.

you gave a knowing look to fernando before you giggled. and your lover winked at you before your expression turned tense for a moment as you sank down on lance's cock. it soon turned to an expression of bliss as you started to move your hips against the aston martin driver.

"you want to be good like her, right? then suck me off, lance." fernando cooed and it made excitement bubble up in the canadian driver. fernando shuddered when lance kissed his cock before he started to suck him off like he had done it (or rather dreamed it) a million times.

lance groaned with his teammate's cock in his mouth as you rode him. there was enough room on the bed for the three of you to fuck to your heart's content. his dark eyes closed as he enjoyed the feeling of giving and receiving pleasure. he had never done something exactly like this, but he was egged on by the noises you and fernando were making.

he liked this a lot.

you giggled before you rubbed your dry eyes, the high in your body was heightened by the feeling of pleasure in your blood, "he looks cute when he's giving head." you ranked your fingers down his chest as you worked his length.

the entire room felt the pleasure between the three of you, the bed rocked a little bit from the movements as you moved with a certain pace. mostly you set it with your movements which lance followed with sucking fernando's cock.

you trailed your nails down the canadian's chest and giggled as you looked to your lover, "quite the ride."

"quite the sucker too." fernando laughed. the three of you incredibly high from an evening of smoking. you knew your apartment would smell like weed for a little while longer. but none of your cared, you'll air it out eventually. it wouldn't be any worse than the smell of sex in your shared bedroom with fernando.

you leaned in to kiss fernando and placed a hand on his collarbone, "fuck, honey." it was quite a feeling kissing the man you loved while you also rode his teammate like a stallion. lance's cock felt good, rubbed up against all the right areas. you knew the pleasure would be tenfold thanks to the weed, but this was unexpected. you held onto fernando's chin while you placed a hand on lance's chest. you moaned into your lover's mouth while you fucked the other man perfectly.

lance continued to suck fernando's cock, which made the older man moan into your kiss as well, he panted heavily when you pulled away and took you by the hips to fuck lance faster. the bed really rocked with the three of you as pleasure coursed through your systems.

your head felt full of cotton in the best way possible. fluffy filling tainted with a sexual euphoria that made your skull throb. you loved this. you whined against fernando, "fuck. we should've done this ages ago."

"good things come to those who wait." your lover replied as he choked lance a little bit on his cock which only made his cock cock twitch inside of you, "i have a feeling he has done this before with other lovers."

you looked over and patted his flustered face, "wouldn't be surprised. too cute not to pass up." you giggled as you really worked yourself on his cock. you could feel the blooming pleasure and the heat in your blood. you couldn't help but giggle from the feeling of it, the high graced your brain with heightened feelings that only made you giggle as you rode him.

the two men were loving it as well. the three of you moved perfectly. in a way perfect for one another. you were perfect for fernando as his partner and fernando was good for lance as a teammate. and you and lance simply got along perfectly, often leaving fernando's unable to think of much else besides the two of you.

lance worked his mouth on fernando's cock and you worked lance's cock. you tongue grazed along lance's neck and he felt a shudder of want through him. he held onto you a little tighter and met your thrusts, he bounced you on his cock with a heated fever.

this little game wasn't going to last forever. you could feel the tension in your thighs from your movements. it was hard to ride for what felt like so long. but you were determined as you laid a single hickey on lance's chest, which almost made him finish right there and then.

fernando knew what you could be like in the bedroom. a little toublemaker. after all, he taught you all of his tricks. you could easily ruin any man. lance should be lucky that he was brought into the fold. fernando wouldn't let anyone touch what was his. he did have to admire that you looked pretty riding lance.

"fuck, lance. fernando." you groaned as you continued to ride them. your thighs ached in the best was possible and you felt a splash of euphoria over you. it wasn't much longer before lance came as you kissed his neck.

he kept his mouth on fernando's cock and continued to suck him off while he finished inside of you with a heavy groan. you came soon after, pleasure hit and you happily rode through your climax before fernando finished down lance's throat while he kissed you deeply. all three of you were spent. lance even coughed from the salty taste in his mouth.

"holy shit." you exhaled while fernando patted your cheek and kissed lance. you were soon laid in between them. your cheek pressed against fernando's shoulder with lance's arm around your bare middle. lance giggled a little and you giggled in return. you looked over to the canadian driver and asked, "what are you laughing at?"

"nothing. never though i'd give head to my driving idol."

fernando rubbed your cheek and replied to lance, "keep it up and it won't be the last time." his high was starting to fade, but you and lance were still quite high. he kissed you both on the head before he said, "let me get you two some water." but before he could slip out of bed, two pairs of hands pulled him back in.

he looked at you and lance, you both were grinning like fools. before he could say anything you tapped his lips and said, "oh you thought we were done here, nando? nu-uh." and the older driver realized that he was going to get the best head of his life. <3

[doppiopinkman]

I am on my hands and knees begging you to tell me some of your Secco headcanons 🙏

Ok! I saved this ask for Secco Saturday!

Here's a bunch of stuff that's not in any sort of order

I think Secco Rottario is around 26 or so during Part 5.

He's canonically not very good with technology. However, I think if you were to dump him in the middle of the woods for a few days with nothing but a bindle and a dream, he'd be okay! He'd be fine! He'd probably even come back carrying food he hunted and foraged for!

Secco from the main universe to me has blonde hair. In the Jorge Joestar universe, he has a mop of dark brown/black hair. Main universe Secco's hair is natural, Jorge Joestar Secco's hair is not.

Secco has a tattoo of a chocolate bar (dedicated to you know who) as well as other smaller tattoos in miscellaneous areas.

Speaking of tattoos! Jorge Joestar Secco has an Evil Dead chainsaw tattoo.

He doesn't talk much around other people, especially around people in Passione. He mostly listens in on other's conversations, using false rumors (i.e., stuff about lobotomy) about him and Cioccolata to his advantage.

Only a select few people in Passione have been able to figure out what the fuck his deal is. Those people are Cioccolata, Tiziano, and Bruno. Cioccolata doesn't need an explanation, Secco trusts this man to the point of joining the mafia with him. Tiziano is a lawyer, so it's kinda his job to pick apart people's personas and arguments, plus his stand is the lie detector stand. And we were there with Bruno.

Secco usually can't find his words for some things. But he knows a scary amount of anatomical vocabulary, all from experience and studying with his doctor. The word 'bitch' has left the room and in its place came 'Scapula', 'Tibia', and 'Vertebral Column'

If you ask Secco to play SSB with you, he's picking Mr. Game & Watch and will be struggling the whole time. If you have the DLC characters, he'll pick Minecraft Zombie and will be struggling the whole time.

He's a little freak at Poker! He's got one hell of a poker face, plus if he's up against people who've never seen him face to face before, he has the added benefit of mystery and intimidation on his side.

Secco probably lies a lot about his life before Passione. From "I lived in an abandoned theme park with 3 roommates" to "I was created in a lab by the Italian government, but I escaped." The truth is probably incredibly mundane in comparison. Again, only Cioccolata knows the truth, and he's NOT spilling the beans. He probably even adds to the lies like a yes and improv scene.

He's not picky at all with food. He ate a dirt off the ground, c'mon now.

[seastarblue]

Character Intro: Aleksi Eskola

moodboard (eventually ☝️😔)

“I swear to you—I will not falter. I will not leave you. I promise.”

Basics:

Pronouns: he/him

Species: Halfling (Tiefling / Human)

Age: 26

MBTI: idk

Voice Claim: idk

Physical:

6’0

Build: Muscular, a bit of fat

Skin: Pale

Hair: Dirty blond

Eyes: Left eye is medium brown, right eye is sky blue

Special Features: Very cold due to his ice magic, little brown horn nubs, long thin tail with a brown tuft at the end

Personality:

Aleksi is a very reserved man. He loves his solitude, but will occasionally permit someone to infringe on it. He’s quite polite, but this politeness comes with a bit of a drawback—he’s a bit of a pushover. He’s working on it, but it’s an uphill battle.

Speaking Style: Aleksi is a very quiet person, preferring to speak very little. This hesitance to speak is amplified by the fact that he isn’t too fluent in Niali. He tries his best, and uses simpler words and gets right to the point.

Likes: sparring, being right, brushing his hair, honor, his family, good food, the color orange (with THAT color pallet???? I’m a lil sus 🤨), the cold, snow, dogs, griffins, music, drinks, his axe

Dislikes: duty, authority, bananas, dirty fighting, being outmatched, his magic, tiny spaces, liars, losing

Main Goal: “I want to be okay. I’d like to do my job. And eventually… get back with the Azari…”

Backstory (in progress—have a silly lil WIP):

Aleski Eskola was born in Axedomin, a snowy, barren landscape known for little else. He lived with his family, and his village was a small, close-knit one. It was here that Aleksi learned the value of family.

It was also where he learned the cruel nature of the world.

Le bullet point format:

very nice family

very chill (weather and demeanor)

winter comes

the snow piles up

"oh well that's normal ya know" says the fam and they do their things as normal

so they send aleksi and Cinnamon the Honse to do smth

but then AVALANCHE

and now they dead

very sad very dramatic

anywho

the village is dead so aleksi goes to Nialon for work

he sells Cinnamon bc he has no monies

:(

and then he meets Dianthe (another character)

n dia gets him to join the Azari 

that's how he meets Felix n Kaiden

yay

 BUT THEN

they (alek n dia) go on a mission

dia dies :(((

oh well now since his grieving period is up he’s gotta work 🤷‍♀️

“wait maybe I could like. do some Easier stuff to uh. ease myself back into work???”

“Uh sure okay yea join those losers 👉”

“Wait who’re the loser— oh my gods.”

👉losers👈 (the main gang)

ta daaaaa

[iris-and-sillys-crossover]

Finding Frankie OC! (12-23-2024)

Do NOT use without giving credit or at least tagging me, please OCs I make do hold a special place in my heart, but if u make fanart (at the time of posting this) which I highly doubt- please tag me as I would love to see what u guys made.

GAME SPOILERS KINDA??? ALSO YAPPING CUS I CANT FUCKING DRAW- UR GOOD TILL THE GAME EXISTENCE

Meet Lucky Contestant! Number 4! [Season: 57] (My OC)

Name: Aussie Lewierd Wilson (ALW)

Gender: Male (He/They)

Sexuality: Bisexual

Age: 26-27

Physical Description(cus i cant draw-):

A short male whose body is similar to a female's, his skin is a fair tan-like color but also has splotches of pale white skin on his body, a huge splotch on his (your) right eye, a smaller splotch on the left corner of his mouth, and a few splotches on his neck, his hair is a mix of light and dark brown, similar to the color of dark and milk chocolate, swirled together but still being able to tell the two colors apart, his right eye (with the splotch) is a light blue (#ADD8E6) color, the other eye is a deep forest like green (#001b02) color.

His Frankie costume is a bit unique. When he does take the head off, the bunny ears and hat will, somehow- remain on his head. The rest of the costume will have stickers all over it, as he's a silly goober and felt it looked too bland, also the face mimics his emotions cus yeah, next to one of the bunny ears, either when he does or doesn't have the costume head on, he has a few feathers that are a nice yellow color with it fading into a more gold color on the top of the feathers, he also wears a small tan-like brown backpack.

He has a natural happy face, something is off about it though. . .

Special Skill - Mechanic & Technology Lover

He LOVES messing around with technology, his first thing he made being a robot spider to prank people, some other things, but he's working on a huge project as of now, having started making it with a scraped circuit boards and, unknowingly, data of AI that was lost in the scrap yard even though it's pretty well made. He made it it's own body and was still working on it before he joined the game show, he powered it off, thinking he was only going to be gone for maybe a day with all of the knowledge he knew ahead about the show, though it seems he'll be gone for a while longer. . .

Personality:

He is a silly fella who's a very hyper guy, he loves to play small pranks but can also be a little dense for a bit till he realizes what's going on if it's not obvious to him, often he's just being silly or happy, whenever he's mad, wait it out for a while and let him blow off steam, most of the time, depending how you made him upset and/or what u said to him, he'll probably be his happy go self around u again and think of u as a friend.

When he's just a bit mad, he'll be a bit wild, most likely wanting to throw something at someone, like a paintball or water balloon, or even snowballs, he will plan pranks to get back at u so watch out.

Facts:

Has been Crushing on Frankie ever since he was 19, this is not a joke-

Can sit in many ways like how females can sit in many ways that males can't. (further explanation in the future maybe?)

Always carries a small blue Narwal plushie that seems to be for a young child, it has an old blood stane, wonder why. . . "It was your fault, Lewierd. . ."

Is super athletic, always would play on the jungle gym, go swimming, and play in trampoline parks, often sneaking into those places even though he didn't pay.

Has many soft spots that if u put enough pressure on one of them, you could make him go weak and collapse, like when a kitten goes limp when they're held by their scruff, depending on how u press on it, u might actually cause him pain, so be careful.

He LOVES head pats and pets, if he trusts u enough (or ur Frankie-) he'll let u mess with his hair.

Always can be a creative fella and LOVES Arts and Crafts.

His backpack holds a lot of his prank items, a few sticker sheets, food & water, and other small trinkets he finds, basically the collectables you can find in game.

Past:

and why should you know? he wouldn't tell you unless he put his FULL trust in you, and I doubt he would put that much trust in you. . . shoo shoo. . . :]

Yes I do RPs with him, either on Discord or even on here if u wish, so here's how his existence will work into RPs and more kinda

Game existence:

So if you've seen someone play or played the game yourself, you will know when u first run past M-Frankie, if u look back, you'll see a contestant run back into the room where they got their costume, now my headcanon to fix Aussie in is this

Aussie ran back into his costume room and found a vent, crawling through for a while till he popped out, depending if the contestant the player character controls I wanna headcanon as dead or not, things can vary if u want it to be one way or another

If the original 'LC' Dies/Died

Aussie could take his place in a way, keeping the show going for the time being.

Other' (Real) Frankie doesn't realize that Aussie is alive still and ends the gameshow for this season, before seeing them alive on the cameras.

Can depend on also ur AU or so with how things work.

If the original 'LC' is still alive or ur Contestant OC as them

Aussie could run into them eventually, either in an in-game or post-game AU of the show

Depends on how ur AU may work so something, i don't know-

All elements can vary, may be edited at a later time, and might be scheduled to change

But this is Aussie! I hope u enjoyed reading about him as much as I loved bringing him to life in my own way! He's my silly goober I made for this silly fandom and will exist until this platform dies, the internet does, or my dumbass dies from a reckless way of getting myself hurt- Have a great day!

Dm me if u wanna Rp, and I'll probably send u my Discord username, I need some people to rp with as either 'Real' Frankie or their own OC, it's so fucking boring around here-

[callistod]

Few(actually a lot of) facts about my genshin OC and her family!!

pt 1, I suppose?

Feel free to ask questions if you’re interested 🥰

So..actually, she has 3 names:

Maria Hadung - birth name

Aline Blok - name she took for herself when she ran away from Snezhnaya to Sumeru Academy, so that she wouldn't be found and deported, because she as Maria was a famous person.

Furfur - demonic name given to her by Tsarisa.

So, she's native of Snezhnaya. Comes from the Hadung clan, originating in the Khaenri'ah.

Actual age: 156 years old

Age excluding time spent in the abyss: 

at the time of joining Fatui: 26 years old

at the time of the game's plot (Natlan): 30 years old

So she's already pretty battered by life-

Was born 470 years after the disaster as a result of the union of Kollbein Hadung(father) and Lagertha Ast'blinder(mother)

Her mother had known Thrain (Capitano) in the past because they belonged to the same faction?? during the time of the Khaenri'ah. They were in Natlan together. Lagertha was a good woman and smart, but naive. Her heart spoke for her.

She had a choice: a loud, strolling knight who held his position by physical strength or a court magician, who was pretty weak- and she chose the first one, who was Kollbein

But there is a big BUT

Lagertha had slightly strange morals and could afford to sleep with these two. In intimate way. She got pregnant and thought it was Kollbein's baby. But it was magician's child.

By the way, the magician I'm talking about now is named "Piero"

And this way, Aline's older brother Kalle is blood son of Fatui leader...

And now again about Aline!!

She was born on the outskirts of Morepesok village. At the time of her birth, her blood father was already considered missing. Towards the end of her pregnancy, Lagertha was lucky enough to meet a young man from Fontaine, with whom she later had a civil marriage.

Named Maria in memory of dead Kollbein (he wanted his daughter to be named Maria), she was raised by Lagertha and man named Inas.

Their family had little money. After giving birth, Lagertha was often very ill, Inas could not get a normal job, due to his lack of citizenship of Snezhnaya. Accumulated funds were barely enough to buy medicines and there were mere pennies left for food. So weak four-year-old Maria was also starting to get sick. 

Fortunately, a family living nearby, to whom Inas came several times to fix something, extended a helping hand. While Inas was treating his beloved and saving money, girl lived in a modest family of four.

This was Ajax family btw

As a child, Maria was a total sweetheart! Her hair was quite blond (it turned brown with age) and curly. Big brown eyes of this cutie looked into people souls. Perhaps because of her intense gaze she was considered creepy, it was hard for people to look into her eyes. But she was a typical happy child. Kind, funny, and really well-mannered. Opinions about her differed in the village, but most liked her.

I don't know why I colored the names. Anyway, I'll probably write pt 2. later.

[khxleedavid]

Lee David

FULL FILE:

last name, first name: lee, david alias: electro realm of birth(if earth, nationality): earth age: 26 date of birth: september 1, 1997 gender: cis-gender male preferred pronouns: he/him, they/them species: cyborg level 1, civilian sexual orientation: questioning

VISUAL FILE:

skin color: light tanned eye color: dark brown, blue tint when using eye enhancemets scars: none reported piercings: both ears tattoos: a simple black star on left wrist hair color: black, dyed a variety of colors at times abnormalities: none reported horns/ wings/ etc: none transformed form: none

PERSONAL FILE:

powers & abilities: enhanced vision, lens screen, vital monitor and data collection, temperature scanning, night vision, light adjustment vision, app synchronization (photo, video recording, downloading) traits: determined, aloof

BACKGROUND CHECK:

date of birth: september 1, 1997

date of death: -

crime record: a clean record

BACKGROUND/BIOGRAPHY:

david was the 2nd born in his family, to a career solider and a

struggling

opera singer. his sister was 1st and her words upon seeing him as a baby was “i’m cuter.”at times he felt neglected given that his sister was getting more attention that him, she was the golden child while he was …david, quiet most of the time but had moments of intense energy. his parents enrolled him a variety of sports which kept him in check. he excelled in martial arts (taekwondo and kumdo) and basketball which was used as leverage to keep in ballet. that was something his mother wanted for both of her children, though he never got a reason why. near the end of elementary school his parent’s divorced and his mother remarried a “rich man”. though he was kind he was very distant to him. his sister however took a liling to increases social status she had.

it was during middle school did david and his sister start to grow apart. sneaking out, skipping class, among other things became his sister’s focus. he had an idea of some things but didn’t speak on them since it would lead to an argument. “boring and straight laced” was what she called him, he and to edge to him. the young boy’s concern was to make in on a national team, it didn’t matter the sport. david used his studies as a shield against the chaos around him, not just at home and school, but the city in general. sometimes it felt like a comic with how crime was almost normalized be it in the background or directly involving you. he kept his circle small and hid most information about himself, his image had to be pure for the scouts and his future career.

given the reputation of his father, david knew military enlistment was the next step college or not. now being in the army was a double edge sword. there wasn’t this pressure to perform like say the marines but he was held to a higher standard. sometimes he was afforded privildges like extra time but also more severe punishments for making the same mistake as others. just going for 2 years wasn’t enough, he was expected to stay for 3. not for his own goals or wants but that of his father. it was during this time did david see that he had lived a rather comfortable life compared to others in his unit, but that didn’t mean he didn’t have any issues. the constant question on his mind was “where do i belong?”.  well the military wasn’t the answer, his discharge date couldn’t come soon enough and when it came, he was already in another system. college.

a bit older and wiser, david could fully focus on his studies (again) something he was happy about and rebuild some parts of his past that he couldn’t while serving. while he is aware his parents expect to major in something like medicine or law, he has no interest in either. his duties to his family and country are complete. it’s for david to live for himself. during his 1st year of college his sister got married much to the joy of his parents. his brother-in-law was “well put together” despite being a little off in his manners. it wasn’t until a few months later did his sister reveal she married a vampire along with hints of her planning to become one. their step-dad was willing to overlook all of his since it met more access to money and power however their mom had reservations. knowing her relationship was rocky with her daughter, she asked david to look after her.

this was 1 of the few times in his life he went against his parents wishes. david had a real chance to be a top athlete and having a gang affiliation wouldn’t help. even if he did have access to money and in some ways protection it was too big of a risk. his sister made her choice to get and stay involved, if she did need help he would but only from her directly. not going through with it put distance between the young man and his mom. maybe it was pressure of college, stress, or still trying to answer the question but david had a chance to “be better” and secretly got an enhancement on his eyes. this afforded him the ability to study in any lighting and pick up on details he would other wise miss. his grade improved greatly but the bigger reward was that his physical fitness was fine tuned to the point he could stay at his peak. with his enhancement he could monitor his calorie intake and vitals, adjust his work out plan so his whole body performing at it’s maximum. this offered him some stability as he had something to thrive for and could take his mind off of the less appealing parts of his life.

[timdrakesstaff]

in-source fam + friends?

do you dislike your source/anything in it that bothers you?

I forgot how much of a rambler I am

tl;dr

1. I have a big family that love and miss very much(inluding two kids) as well as friends(other heroes and civvies

2. Inconsistent characterisation? I guess. ALSO THAT RED ROBIN 2009 WAS CANCELLED(For reboot reasons) AT 26 ISSUES WHEN THE AUTHOR HAD PLANNED AHEAD FOR, LIKE, 72

Asking the FoundFamily Source Media guy about his family, huh? That's a lotta people, lmao

Jesus Christ, um. Dick Grayson, my oldest brother and the one I was closest too the longest, I always list as my favourite. Jason Todd, other older brother, more of a friendish than brother? Like estranged a little. We get along but in a different capacity. Damian Wayne my little brother. LITTLE FUCKING SHIT for a while, but he adapted and learned and grew up. We ended up really close, it just took longer. He's kinda... Actually my favourite but don't say that too loud, ahaha. Bruce Wayne is my dad—all of these people are adoptive, by the way—and he's... Bruce, bahaha. I don't feel like elaborating. Cassandra Cain, older sister, kinda. In the way that you get super close to a friend and say you're siblings versus actual sibling bond? I dunno, different capacity than with Dick, lol. Stephanie Brown! Ex girlfriend and a best friend, she's great.

Why are there so many people

Then there are my Young Justice(teen superhero group I started with Sb+Imp) buddies! Kon-El(Superboy), Bart Allen(Impulse), Cassie Sandsmark(Wondergirl), Cissie King-Jones(Arrowette), and uh... Many others. Long story short, they're all great!

Some questionable people like Pru or Danny Temple or Lonnie Machin... They're cool and B probably wouldn't appreciate them being my friends too much, but he's lame and doesn't know better until it already is better

The Civvie Collection! Callie Evans! Sebastian Ives! My best fucking friendsss I miss them. They keep giving Ives cancer </3. And Tamara Fox! We fake dated(fake engaged, actually) and then actually dated, but then just settled as friends, she's really funny. There's so many people, my god. Gotham Heights friends and Wizards(Witches?) and Warlocks(it's just DnD) group, and Grieves and Brentwood and hrurghh

Also my mom and dad! Janet and Jack Drake. They died(near obligatory for bat-adoption). They're great, could've been better, but not nearly as bad as fandom would like to lead you to believe. My step-mom Dana was fantastic, I miss her. She taught me a lot of, like, Normal Things, and is also the source of my Soup Love

I also had two sons—David and Jackson— of different mothers—neither I stayed with

I'm not a fan of Some recent characterisation of myself, it, like, nukes the original 90's stuff—That sounds kinda pretentious and gatekeepy, whoops. But like. I've ranted many-a-time about the fact I lose (usually cool)character traits that are then given to other people(my brothers, usually the Ds) and I'm left with (usually) lame stuff and more flat characterisation, if that makes sense.

i.e. 2003 Teen Titans Dick has more of my personality, as well as my suit(fair, because he'd've been running around in undies otherwise) and bō(as a main weapon. He can use one, for sure, but it was never his main weapon, let alone while he was running with TT)

i.e. Damian, when he's drawn without his brown skin, looks like my twin 90% of the time?? Especially since they started putting his hair down, bahahaha. I've had a lot of hairstyles so I can't nitpick that...

i.e. In the recent(now cancelled) TD: Robin run, they nerfed my intelligence?? Rude. I can complain about that for an hour though

DC is Meh about consistent characterisation through runs, especially since there's so many different writers for each individual thing, lol

ALSO! Damian haters. But that usually has some root in racism and also people just being dickweeds about kids :T

Ask game

[ohghxst]

ewan mitchell, male, he/him, 26 — dear all nations, OSIAN LLEWELLYN has crossed the city borders to edinburgh to the sound of CURSE, by NORMAL THE KID. the GUARD of ENGLAND is known to be IN FAVOR OF making peace. HE reminds me of THE DESOLATE SENSATION OF SOLITUDE AMIDST A THRONGED CHAMBER and FINDING STRENGTH TO BE KIND IN THE FACE OF ADVERSITY?  however did you know that HE HAS HAD PROGRESSIVE HEARING LOSS STARTING FROM A YOUNG AGE?

tw: disability

[        statistics        ]        ⸻

full  name  :    osian llewellyn

nicknames  :   little deer (family only, if anyone found out and used it. he'd be ruined)

age  :  26   

gender  +  pronouns  :    male  he/him  

orientation  :    heterosexual (maybe)

[        appearance        ]        ⸻

height  :    5'10

hair    colour  :   brown

eye    colour  :    blue

dominant    hand  :    left

distinguishing    scars  :    calloused hands covered with small scars here in there from years of sword training.

his hair is kept short, as he hate it long. wears a necklace that he keeps tucked in his tunic that his sisters gave him before join up to become a soldier/guard, for 'good luck'.

[        background        +        family        ]        ⸻

birthdate:  december  11th

rank  :  guard

mother  :    seren llewellyn 

father  :    elis llewellyn

sibling(s)  :  ceri, gwen, aled, rhys, gareth

[        introduction        ]        ⸻

you were born into a grandiose family, the sixth of your lineage. your father, a master of the stables, served a distinguished noble family, while your mother was their esteemed seamstress. as you matured, you and your three brothers worked alongside your father as grooms, tending to the majestic horses with utmost care and precision. while your sisters helped your mother.

however, just before your seventh birthday, sudden change befell you. your mother called out to you in the yard, but you were oblivious to her presence until she tapped you on the shoulder. your father barked orders, yet all you heard was a muffled sound. concerned, a physician was called, and it was soon discovered that you were going deaf and will eventually it'll be gone completely.

undeterred, you learned the art of lip reading, though it proved challenging in dim lighting, amidst laughter, hand gestures, and accents. nevertheless, your thirst for more in life than tending to horses remained unquenched.

you concealed your disability as you applied to become a guard, a feat that was no easy task. on numerous occasions, you were almost discovered, but a kindred spirit you met along the way to becoming a guard came to your aid, ensuring your success.

now a full-fledged guard, you have accompanied the royal family to Scotland, seeking solace and tranquillity.

[        hooks        ]        ⸻

while osian can read lips, its very taxing mentally, and can get a bit challenging with all the different accents, words that are pronounced similarly, lighting, etc. sometimes, if he is feeling cheeky, he won't even bother paying attention, or use his deafness to avoid conversations with people when they try calling him over.

this man has two likes. plants and the stars. but mostly the stars. knows nothing about them but he likes to look up at them and wonder.

is able to talk normally if one were to pay attention they'd notice a very slight 'deaf accent'. sometimes doesn't realize he might be shouting, which is why he usually stays and too himself mostly.   

osian is not yet completely deaf, as he can still hear on his right but it's extremely muffled, while his left is practically non-existent. so if and when he comes clean, stand on his right.

100% purebred good boy....with a cheeky side

[moxfirefly]

Hey I kinda wanna make a request (don't know if I have already)

13:I’m not wearing anything under this

26:Don’t make me pull over - that’s it

29:Scream for me. I want everyone to know how good I make you feel

Praise Kink

Over-stimulation kink

With the loveable nerd donnie?

If this isn't possible I understand, love all your work by the way

I have never seen a more perfect set up. Friend you’ve got it!

Rated Explicit (18+ only)

He exactly knew what you were trying to do from the moment you climbed into the truck in that frilly little sun dress. In fact he would bet a kidney that the choice of wardrobe on the hot summers night was catered to distract him to the point of muttering to himself.

Donnie was and is, a safe driver.

But that stupid dress had mysteriously ridden up your thighs when he hit a pothole somewhere into his drive through Manhattan. It was a fun little activity the two of you did all the time, a means of getting away, AC on high and privacy you both didn’t get often.

But you had intentions.

Intentions that hopefully would lead to the a very good outcome. So when Donnie saw your hands smooth over the tops of your thighs, his eye would twitch. Never mind when you crossed your legs and that defiant flimsy fabric just allowed more skin to show.

“-could you believe the nerve of that guy? Anyways my boss fired him, good riddance honestly. What about you babe? How was your day?” Donnie had absorbed cero information for the first time in his life, he was at a red light, big brown eyes blinking at you.

You smirked, uncrossing your legs, crossing them the opposite way you had previously.

“What’s your game plan here?” He asked, you almost snorted.

“Whatever are you saying my dearest? Can a gal know how her man’s day has been?” Oh you were a clever sneak but your eyes always betrayed you and when the corners of your mouth shot up in a fit of laughter, Donnie frowned. “My day is great! Just somewhat distracted by a certain someone, you know if we crash it’s totally your fault” He honked when the guy in front of him didn’t move at the green light.

Wanting to make things even more savory, you played with the hem of your dress. “I love when I distract you, it’s a favorite past time of mine” You lifted it and reveled in Donnie almost cracking his neck to see what you were doing and then back to the road ahead.

“I’m not wearing anything under this” You spoke, a sultry hint to your words. You were in fact bare, with every intention of teasing him into having to do something about it.

He bit his lip and shook his head, this was so not happening right now and you sure as hell weren’t...

“Y/n...” Your name sounded like a demand the moment he saw your palm run over the hood of your sex. He kept a good handle of driving and sneaking glances at your lap. Your legs spread enough for you to slide a finger in between your folds and to Donnie’s pure teasing realization he heard how wet you were. You relaxed back, soft touches working you up and Donnie soft little churrs picking up volume. When you pushed that digit inside of yourself, he gripped the steering wheel. “Don’t make me pull over” It was that stern voice he used on occasion.

With another turn on a less trafficked street, you turned to him, digit slowly pumping in and out of you and said, “Or what?” You grinned mischievously. “-That’s it”

Donnie parked the car by the sidewalk, not really caring that even if it was relatively late pedestrians were still passing by here and there. He reclined your chair, enjoying the little yelp that exited your mouth. Pushing your hand away he popped his own digit into his mouth before teasing it at your entrance. “Have you been walking around this city with no underwear? Answer me” You stifled a giggle by biting your lip but that quickly melted into a moan when he pushed his much larger digit inside of you. Your thighs shook with the delightfully stuffed sensation it brought.

“You haven’t answered my question” He thrusted his finger, moving just the way he knew that could illicit the best response.

“So what if I did?” Defiant words for somebody in a precarious position. Donnie had that little twinkle in his eye, the one you knew all too well.

“Nobody, and I do mean nobody, has or will have the right to see this” He emphasized the last word with a harsher thrust of his finger that made you choke. “I guess that only leaves one other option, reminding you exactly who you belong to” That sentence was enough to make you want to scream internally, pushing the usually chill terrapin to these extents wasn’t the easiest. Sometimes one had to play dirty, which you we never opposed to doing so.

Somewhere between a moan and a full body shiver you felt Donnie crook his finger. That first release whenever sought out like this, always made you just a little dizzy, made your joints protest from tensing so much. Your hands flew to his chest, the firmness of his plates grounding you back from your high.

“Say ‘thank you, Donnie’, come on baby, use your words” He swelled with pride seeing your mouth start to move but nothing resembling the words coming out.

So naturally, he started up again.

You squished your thighs together, trapping his hand when the oversensitivity hit but he only ‘tsk’d’ his disapprovement and gave your thighs a soft slap. “Don’t squeeze, don’t squeeze” Trembling thighs obeyed and separated enough for him to continue his strokes, thumb circling over your clit with enough pressure to make your hand fly up to your mouth.

Just like that he pulled another orgasm out of you, but did not stop his motions over your clit.

You started to squirm, breath hitching into embarrassing squeaks and all the more he glued those precious brown orbs of his to you.

“Well?” He barely sounded strained, he was hardly even breaking a sweat.

“Thank you! Thank you!” You shut your eyes when he didn’t stop, every nerve in your body felt over exposed, saturated with the constant onslaught to your sensitive nub.

One more, yanked from your body, hard enough you felt a rush of something in your brain and that jelly like feeling hit your limbs. He fucked his finger slowly in and out, bringing you down into a somewhat false sense of security. Your hazy vision found the window on your side, a few pedestrians passing and the idea that somebody could’ve heard...

Pulling out his digit, Donnie popped it into his mouth. “I had a very nice date planned out, but then again this isn’t far off from the original plan” He pulled you up into a sitting position but maneuvered you onto your knees to face the car window. He bunched up your dress and nudged you forward to rest your hands on the glass. “You like making a spectacle? Walking around with nothing under your dress?” Donnie spoke those words against the back of your head, he enjoyed the scent of your hair. Gripping your hips he pushed you against the prominent bulge.

Oh how your thighs shook. Your breath fogged up the glass as you heard him unzip. “Dee-ohfuck” He ran the length of his cock through your folds, squeezing your thighs for the right pressure for the teasing friction. “Aren’t I a nice guy? See how good I treat you?” He hunched over you, chin resting on your shoulder. A large three fingered hand landed on the glass next to yours, it gutted him to see the contrast in size, to see your pinky wrap around his much thicker digit. “Tell me how it feels, when I push into you” He whispered against your shoulder, slowly sliding in and stretching you out.

It was tricky, the space wasn’t too small but between both seats he found a good spot to stand (or more so bend) and give you the first thrust that left your mouth hanging open. “So so so good,” You muttered with a shaky voice. “And? What else?” He loved the way you swallowed letters the moment he thrusted just a little harder. “You’re so fucking big, you do this so good, god Donnie nobody’s fucked me like you before” There was deep rumbling churr against your neck, he tasted salt and your perfume when he licked it.

“You’re the best, you’re the fucking best!” You moaned out, loud enough you felt embarrassment as somebody passed by. Naturally Donnie noticed, smirking against your neck. “Now we’re shy? Now you want to be a good girl?” He hooked an arm around your waist and absolutely threw caution to the god damn wind.

He sped up, deep thrusts that were fully determine to make you scream your head off. Right there with his hips smacking against your rear he spoke the words you knew would be your undoing.

“Scream for me, I want everyone to know how good I make you feel” He drove into you with that very purpose in mind. That long cock of his hitting exactly the spots you needed in order to do so. In order to scream your head off when your release came suddenly and so devastatingly strong, you felt something gush out of you. It’s intensity made your eyes shut tight as you rode the high. Feeling teeth at your shoulder and a muffled string of curses and your name you felt warmth shoot into you.

You don’t remember Donnie shuffling the two of you onto the couch but at some point you’re there. Body slumped, dress still scrunched up as Donnie rummages through a small bin for some wet wipes. “Did you cum on the chair again?” You asked him sleepily and with a smile, you still had enough gas in the tank for a few jabs. He had bag between his teeth as he stumbled to push up his pants. Dropping the wipes near you he smirked.

“No, but you did” He declared quite triumphantly.

Your foggy dopamine ridden brain took a bit to load.

“I squirted!?” You wanted to sit up but that wasn’t gonna happen any time soon. You covered your face, embarrassment clear. Donnie snorted and rubbed your rear affectionately. “Please, if it were up to me I’d leave it there like a badge of honor” He stifled another laugh when you peaked through hands and glared.

“By the way...” He kissed your arm.

“Hm?” The sensation lulled you.

“I love you” His words were soft yet serious.

“I love you more” You whispered back.

[cheri-translates]

[CN] Gavin’s Judgment Date

🍒 Warning: This post contains detailed spoilers for a date, 审判之约, which has not been released in EN! 🍒

[ Released on 26 October 2021 ]

Morning sunlight pours down boundlessly through the clouds, awakening the town of Feminero.

Bundling the fresh bellflowers into a bouquet, I open the doors of the flower shop, greeting passers-by with a smile.

[Note] The Chinese word for “bellflowers” (风铃花 - fēng líng huā) directly translates to “wind chime flowers” 🎐

MC: Madam Leman, may you have a lovely day ahead.

The woman seems a little troubled, and she comes over to me with unease.

Leman: I heard that a war broke out in the neighbouring country. I wonder if we’d be affected...

MC: That country’s a great distance away from us, so it shouldn’t spread for now.

Hearing this, her expression relaxes slightly. With a sigh, she turns and leaves.

At this moment, a familiar figure emerges from the cheese shop. A brown-haired youth hangs up a small signboard. The cheese on sale today is written on it.

With a grin, I walk over to him and clear my throat.

MC: Morning, Gavin.

He turns around. Seeing that it’s me, he chuckles softly, his tone leisurely.

Gavin: Good morning, MC.

Gavin is an apprentice at this cheese shop. The husband and wife who run this cheese shop really like him. Although he doesn’t know how to produce cheese, he’s able to manage everything else in the shop.

From what I heard from Madam Leman, ever since he arrived, all the ladies in the city enjoy buying their cheese from this place.

Gavin: Today’s recommendation is orange-flavoured cheese. Want to try it?

I nod, handing him the bouquet of bellflowers that I bundled earlier.

MC: As always, this is today’s fee for the cheese.

After taking it, his gaze lingers on the flowers, which are peppered with dewdrops. His eyes curve into a slight smile, and he picks up a wad of nicely packed cheese for me.

Church bells ring from a distance, its carol drifting over from afar with the breeze. A white feather floats past quietly.

Lowering my gaze, I accept Gavin’s cheese and turn around.

Gavin: You’re leaving already?

MC: Mm. I have lots of bellflowers to take care of today.

After saying goodbye to Gavin, I push open the door of the flower shop, only to find that there’s someone else inside. The wings behind him are pure white and soft. As he stares at my back, he frowns unhappily.

Saint Mier: The deadline from Heaven is arriving. Do you still know who you are? What are you doing here?

I blink quickly, responding to the question posed by my stern colleague.

MC: Of course. As an Angel of Judgment, I’m here to judge the previous Archangel who fell and became a demon - Gavin. And I have to sever his wings, which have been tainted with sin.

Saint Mier: It’s good that you still remember. The position of Archangel has been left empty for a long time. Once you bring Gavin’s wings back, you will no longer be the next Archangel. It’s time for this game of pretending to be human to end.

[ Flashback Begins ]

God: You are to judge Gavin and deprive him of his wings. They are no longer able to control the power of sin.

In the pure and holy Heaven, the awe-inspiring voice of God lands on my ears, bringing with it a name that I’ve not heard in a very long time. I can’t help but tremble.

The previous Archangel, Gavin, used to be the proudest legend and the strongest angel in Heaven.

Along with the other angels, I admired him in secret, but never had the courage to get close to him. I simply hid behind pillars, sneaking peeks at him.

The memory of him which lingers most deeply in my mind is the view of his back as he walked past the ocean of bellflowers, wings brushing the soft flowers.

MC: I’m willing to abide by my duty, and judge Gavin’s sin in the human world. That is, after carrying out my judgment.

After a silent pause, I accept God’s request.

Even if Gavin has become a taboo subject in Heaven, and a topic avoided by other angels, I don't believe that Gavin has become a demon.

I want to draw closer to him. I want to verify for myself that he has truly fallen.

[ Flashback Ends ]

However, after being in the human realm for half a year, I realised that Gavin was living like an ordinary apprentice. He didn’t harm humans, nor did he do anything demonic.

Eventually, I began to wonder if Gavin had actually turned into an ordinary human being.

The tranquility and tenderness of time constantly wore down my sense of determination. Sometimes, I even made a presumptuous wish that these ordinary days could go on forever.

Which is why I’ve been delaying my judgment.

As the deadline of my mission draws near, I know that this can no longer continue.

Seizing the darkness of night, I slip into Gavin’s room. At a glance, I spot the youth laying on the bed.

If he’s a demon, he’d definitely use his powers to protect himself once he senses danger.

I summon an angelic sword, propping it against his throat. His eyes are closed and his breathing is steady, seeming to be immersed in a pleasant dream.

At this moment, I feel a tinge of joy. Perhaps God was wrong, and Gavin wasn’t a fallen angel.

But in the next second, someone grips my wrists. An irresistible force strikes the sword out of my hand, sending it onto the floor.

Gavin pins my wrists onto the bed.

His gaze is icy and dangerous as he looks at me. I can vaguely see black feathers folded behind him, a thick and ominous aura entwining them.

Gavin: You ended up taking action.

He glances at the faraway sword before returning his gaze to me. For some reason, I detect some sadness in his eyes.

Gavin: During these six months, the reason why you kept getting close to me was to observe me? And you’ve finally decided to kill me?

Seeing the wings behind him, I finally believe that the Archangel I once admired has turned into a demon.

But why did this happen? Suppressing the sadness in my heart, I stare straight into Gavin’s eyes.

MC: Gavin, your wings have been tainted black. As an Angel of Judgment, I’m here to judge you.

The light in Gavin’s eyes grow dim.

Gavin: You decided that I’m guilty based on a pair of wings?

His voice and breaths land on my cheeks, reminiscent of a feather brushing past. I’m seized with terror for a moment, but Gavin suddenly straightens up, releasing me.

Gavin: But you made a futile trip. My wings... are about to be burnt to ashes.

All of a sudden, he unfolds his wings. Silver light outlines his pitch-black wings, scorching flames forming profound characters. They circle his wings, burning him.

Some areas have already been burnt, exposing both new and old wounds.

These wings aren’t beautiful, and are covered with clusters of wounds. He probably never thought of getting them treated, leaving them to form hideous scabs.

Gavin glances at me, an indifferent light in his eyes. The tongues of fire behind him are devastating, lapping away at the demonic aura around him.

So that’s the reason why I couldn’t sense a demonic aura.

But why did the once dazzling Archangel fall?

Even if he fell, how did his wings become riddled with wounds?

-

I fly several circles around Gavin’s garret in secret, but am unable to enter.

He seems have cast a restriction on the building. The moment my wings touch the windowsill, a dark red mark appears.

The last time we spoke, Gavin chased me out of his house. It’s been a week since then, and I haven’t seen him.

I heard that the flames of war from the neighbouring country have started burning the fringes of this town. Over the past few days, nobody has visited my flower shop. The entire town has grown tense and uneasy.

Looking at the quiet cheese shop on the opposite side, I keep thinking about his flame-fettered wings, along with the apathetic gaze he was unwilling to show me.

Feeling low-spirited, I really wish to know what exactly happened to Gavin’s wings. I’m unwilling to believe that Gavin’s wings were tainted black because he fell. But if that’s the truth...

I’ll sever his wings personally. This is the duty of an Angel of Judgment. At the same time... it’d also put a full-stop to all these years of admiration.

All of a sudden, a hoarse howl drifts from the first floor, accompanied by an intense, ominous aura.

I immediately descend to the ground. Gavin’s power seems to have slackened, enabling me to sneak in from the entrance successfully.

The first floor has been surrounded by a heavy darkness. I can see several half-scorched black feathers drifting around, and a thick charred scent fills the air. 

Gavin is hiding in the darkness, the black wings behind him outstretched. He occasionally releases broken, dull groans.

The flame-created curse entwines his wings tightly, and they seem to be burning even more intensely.

MC: Gavin? 

Gavin: Don’t come any closer!

There’s resistance in his voice, along with a tinge of panic stemming from a fear of being discovered.

MC: Gavin, are you okay...

Before I can finish speaking, a fierce gale surges towards me. A hand grabs my shoulder, pulling me into the darkness.

Gavin’s scattered breaths land on my face. His pupils are unfocused, and his gigantic wings stir continuously.

Through my peripheral vision, I see a stone statue smashed into smithereens beneath his feet.

My back is pressed against the entrance of the stairway, and the place where my shoulder is gripped surges with pain...

He exerts even more force, and it feels as though he’s about to crush my body into dust.

MC: It hurts...!

Even the most powerful demons I had battled in the past can’t be compared to how helpless I am right now with Gavin restraining me.

He’s akin to a caged beast which has lost its reason due to pain. But the moment he hears my voice, a tinge of clarity flashes past his struggle-filled eyes.

Gavin: Get out of here! 

He shuts his eyes, releasing a broken roar. Little by little, he releases his grip on my shoulder, then pushes me away roughly.

Watching as he loses his rationality, I feel something weighing on my heart, leaving me unable to breathe.

I can’t leave him alone like this.

I have to help him.

I take a deep breath. In the next moment, I use all of my strength to lunge at him.

Gavin is slightly bewildered. But his body seems to act before his brain, and he instinctively returns my embrace.

When he falls backwards onto the staircase, I plant a kiss on his forehead -

An angel’s kiss can rid one of pain. This is something that all angels know.

Gavin seems to be shocked into a daze. The wings behind him flap helplessly on the stairs.

Supporting myself on his chest, I straighten up, staring into his eyes seriously.

MC: Does it still hurt?

Gavin returns to his senses, subconsciously releasing his grip on my waist.

Seeing his clear expression, I finally heave a sigh of relief. Getting up from the stairs, I touch a lamp and light it up.

Weak candlelight illuminates the person in front of me, dyeing his stray hairs and wings with a warm faint light.

Borrowing this light, I glance at the slightly reddened tips of Gavin’s ears. He turns his face away, speaking coldly.

Gavin: There was no need for you to do that.

MC: But your wings would have continued to hurt.

Gavin pauses. Half of his face is shrouded in darkness, and his voice is a little muffled.

Gavin: This is my problem, and it has nothing to do with you. Stop getting close to me.

He hides his entire self in the darkness. The flickering light is between us, akin to a chilly and thick wall, preventing me from getting closer to him.

Even so, I take a few steps towards him.

MC: Actually, you already knew who I was when I first came here, didn’t you? If you were a demon, you’d have attacked me from the start. But you didn’t. Although your wings have turned black, you haven’t hurt a single person in Feminero. Even when I attacked you in the middle of the night, you released me despite having me in your grip. Aside from black wings, everything you’ve done doesn’t suit what a demon would do.

Gavin pauses, turning his face towards me slightly.

Gavin: What are you trying to say?

MC: I’m talking about what I’ve seen, and the reasons why I want to help you.

Gavin: Help me? What about your mission?

The subtle light illuminates the unconcealed scrutiny and resistance in Gavin’s eyes. I shake my head at him.

MC: I believe in the things that I see, and will listen to my heart before making the final judgment. And my current conclusion is that I wish to help you.

Gavin’s gaze stirs for a moment, but he quickly averts it.

Gavin: You can’t help me.

With a wave of his hand, my sword lands in his hands obediently. Then, he abruptly sends it towards his own wings.

Before the sword can touch his wings, the flames burn, shattering it on the spot.

The power of the flame-created curse seems to be impervious, and I stare at the remaining hilt of my sword in astonishment.

MC: ...what happened?

Gavin: This isn’t something you can resolve. And it isn’t something for you to resolve.

Late at night, outside the tight security of God’s compound, the stern patrolling angels are patrolling the outer walls.

I’m hiding in the shadows. When they turn into a corner, I slip in.

Many books and angelic instruments in Heaven are located here. The curse on Gavin’s wings is just too abnormal, but I might be able to find an answer here.

Gathering a dash of faint light between my fingertips, I search the bookshelves.

MC: ...there are far too many books here.

I can’t help but grumble. I have no idea how many ancient texts I’ve flipped through, but I’m still unable to find an answer.

But all of a sudden, something seems to emit light from a deep corner.

I lean over to take a look, only to find that it’s an especially thick and ordinary-looking book. When I bring it down, I realise that it doesn’t have a title.

In the darkness, it glimmers with a dim yet mystical light, and there are magical shackles strapped to it.

After hesitating for a moment, I lift up my sword.

Following a sound akin to the shattering of glass, I flip through the book, realising that it documents the entire history of Heaven!

I quickly leaf through the text - “Archangel”, “Curse”, “Vessel”...

These glaring words land in my eyes, causing me to suck in a cold breath of air.

Just as I'm about to flip to the next page, I spot a tiny bellflower sandwiched between the pages. It seems to have been here for many years, and the petals have already dried.

Patrolling Angel: Who’s there?!

An alarm blares from outside the window - it was probably triggered by the sound from earlier. I quickly put the book down, concealing myself behind the neighbouring bookshelf, planning how I should leave.

But the “wall” behind me is suddenly pushed open. In the next second, someone grabs my wrist, pulling me inside. A scorching temperature envelops my surroundings.

??: It’s me.

The patrolling angels are prudent as they search the corners, and they don’t leave for a long time. Across the wall, only the quiet and nearby breaths can be heard in the narrow and compact space.

I’m leaning in Gavin’s arms, the sound of galloping heartbeats leaving me somewhat panicked. I can’t tell if they belong to me, or the person pressed against my ear.

In the darkness, I can’t get a clear view of his face. I can only hear the sound of his especially close breaths, which gather to form a long sigh.

Gavin: Your skills in slipping in are passable, but you didn’t prepare an escape route.

Gavin: That was too risky.

There’s a somewhat resigned smile in his voice, leaving me a little dazed. It’s as if we’re simply little angels who sneaked in due to curiosity.

MC: If we’re talking about risks, this is Heaven. Do you know what would happen if they caught a demon like you?

Gavin: Since I’ve barged in, I have sufficient confidence that I won’t be discovered.

His words end with an upward lilt, confident and slightly arrogant.

The footsteps outside the wall begin to quieten down, and they no longer seem to be on high alert.

MC: Oh yes, I haven’t asked about what you’re doing in Heaven.

Gavin’s expression is hidden in the darkness, but I can feel the grip on my arm stiffening for a moment. Suspicious, I lift my head.

MC: Were you following me?

Gavin: I wanted to check something. Bumping into you... was just an accident.

As he speaks, his breaths land on my lips, causing my heart to gallop like a cantering horse. Even so, I try my best to muster my confidence.

MC: What were you checking? How to maintain the vessel?

The person beneath my fingertips stiffens in an instant, and he seems to stop breathing.

MC: The history of Heaven mentioned that God entrusted the duty of being a vessel to every Archangel. That way, they can absorb the deepest and darkest sins on earth. The reason why your wings turned black was because the sins you’re carrying have surpassed their limits. In order to keep them shackled, God sent golden coloured flames...

Gavin: That’s enough. Pursuing this further won’t benefit you in any way.

I’m furious, my tone growing much heavier.

MC: You knew about this since a long time ago. Perhaps... even before you became an Archangel, correct?

That tiny bellflower had been sandwiched in the book for an inexplicable amount of time, quietly witnessing as the past became text belonging to history.

Gavin doesn't speak. Accompanied by the silence from across the wall, he pushes the door. Pulling on my hand, we leave the outer wall with ease, walking over to a small, secluded path.

Morning gradually brightens, descending on the field of bellflowers at the end of the small path.

A breeze brushes the ocean of flowers, fresh and bright as always.

Gavin unfolds his wings, feathers charred beyond recognition, icy flames continuing to scorch him.

It turns out that since the very beginning, he’s been enduring the pain, and not letting it show.

Gavin: Yes, I knew about it. Somebody has to do it, and it just happens to be me. And I’m very willing to complete this task.

Every word is resolute and unhesitant. I know that he genuinely doesn’t mind becoming a cage himself.

MC: In that case, I’m the same as you. The mission that God gave me was to take over your duty. Since your wings are about to be burnt to their limit, it’s my turn to do this.

Those charred wings are glaring to the eyes, hideous yet calm. Just like their owner, they quietly and resolutely accept everything.

Gavin: So what?

Right now, his expression brings with it a bright haughtiness that I haven’t seen before.

Gavin: Even if my wings are incinerated, there’s still my body. The reason why God sent you here to sever my wings and take over my duty is because he doesn’t trust me. But I can do it. I can do the things that God deems me unable to.

MC: ...but the “sins” on this earth can never be fully eliminated. They are part of human nature! One day, your body will also be burnt to nothing!

Gavin: In that case, I’ll keep getting stronger.

MC: ...huh?

Gavin: I’ll keep getting stronger, all the way till the endless future.

MC: ...

I feel indignation in my heart. The person in front of me is truly stubborn.

MC: Gavin, have you never thought about giving up?

Giving up on this duty, freeing himself from endless fetters, and no longer shouldering these heavy chains.

Gavin doesn’t speak, but I already know the answer to this question. I know the glory and pride belonging to Archangel Gavin.

He definitely didn’t consider it.

Gavin: I have.

His voice is soft. My lowered eyes blink subconsciously.

Gavin: I'm not a god, so I’ve thought about shrinking back and giving up. But I found a reason why I can’t retreat.

The bellflowers in the field sway gently, releasing a mellifluous melody. I stare at him, thinking about how beautiful his eyes are when he smiles.

Gavin: It’s a reason that doesn’t belong to Archangels nor God. It’s a reason belonging only to me.

He pauses for a moment. He doesn’t seem used to saying such things so directly, and a faint crimson dyes his cheeks.

Gavin: With you by my side, I felt happy no matter what we did over the past six months. I want you to be happy, and not to become a cage.

In the end, I’m unable to persuade Gavin. After returning to Feminero, I tell him that I’d be giving up on the mission, and that I hope to see him for the last time at the flower shop.

The war has expanded in scope, and quite a number of people have fled towards the city. The entire town is desolate and silent.

While I’m in a daze, Gavin arrives at the flower shop as agreed.

It’s as though we’ve been transported back to the past, sitting outside the door and eating orange-flavoured cheese together. A breeze lifts up stray bits of his hair, revealing a pair of clear eyes.

Gavin: There doesn't seem to be a carol from the church today.

MC: Yeah. After all, the war is drawing near.

Although Gavin appears relaxed, the balled up fist he has hidden at his side has long since betrayed him in secret.

But he’s still here, meeting me for the last time.

Gavin: I’m sorry for making you fail in your mission.

I turn to look at Gavin. He sits on the chair a little stiffly, but a faint smile hangs on his face.

MC: Who knows? I might be punished by God and sent out of heaven to complete an even more impossible task.

Gavin: That won’t happen.

MC: After saying goodbye today, we might never meet again. Do you regret it?

Gavin freezes. Just as he’s about to say something, he suddenly stiffens. He balls his hands into fists, and he speaks in a suppressed manner.

His body is on the verge of collapse.

Swiftly, I pull him into the flower shop.

The moment we hide in the flower shop, the wings behind Gavin’s back unfold with a “whoosh”, and he supports himself on the edge of the table with a hand.

MC: Gavin...

Gavin suddenly grips my wrist, the other hand covering my eyes.

While I’m stunned, his muffled voice drifts into my ears.

His tone is suppressed and very, very soft. It even brings with it a restrained hoarseness.

Gavin: [pained] MC, I’m in so much pain.

He pauses for a moment. In the darkness, his voice lands on my ears, reminiscent of a particle of dust, floating in the air.

Gavin: [pained] ...could you... kiss me?

An angel’s kiss can rid one of pain. This is something that all angels know.

Before he finishes speaking, I stand on my tiptoes, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

Along with my action, his hand glides down, enabling me to see his eyes staring deeply into mine.

The moment I kissed his cheek, the wings behind him instantly became even more scorching than before.

It’s as though everything was on the verge of being incinerated to ash.

Gavin’s amber eyes linger on my face longingly.

His eyelashes quiver slightly, the clear pain in his eyes slowly ebbing away. Sunlight descends on his face, as warm as always.

The bellflowers in my hand fall to the ground. In this warm sunlight, I hold Gavin’s hand, interlacing my fingers with his.

With the other hand, I summon the Sword of Judgment from the air. My pure white wings burst forth. With a flick of my wrist, the sharp knife fiercely gashes the wings behind me.

In the next second, I throw the sword down, then lunge myself into Gavin’s arms resolutely.

My injured wings unfold in front me. Following the movement of our embrace, they welcome the scorching wings behind him.

My eyes curl into a smile in response to Gavin’s shocked gaze.

MC: Gavin, you’ve underestimated the determination of an Angel of Judgment.

Gavin: How did you know...

MC: I sneaked back in. This time, I prepared an escape route. It’s said that you’re the most outstanding Archangel in history, but I think I’m pretty incredible myself.

Fresh blood taints the flame-created curse. The darkness within the flames and the white feathers entwine.

The curse gradually departs from Gavin’s wings. They surge towards me, bringing with them several black fragments.

Paying an equivalent price and transferring an equivalent amount of power - that’s how everything works, and it’s a method that I’m staking everything on.

Gavin: Let go of me! This is something that I'm shouldering. I don’t need you to bear this burden!

His body has already reached its limits, and he’s no longer able to resist my power.

Enduring the scorching pain, I continue pressing myself against him.

MC: This isn’t a burden. Gavin, this is my wish.

His eyes widen, and his lips quiver indistinctly.

The fragments surge into my body in a continuous stream. I shoulder the sins, along with Gavin’s power and memories.

I see his memories.

I see how he walked along the human world as an Archangel for hundred and thousand of years by himself, his pure white wings dazzling.

I see him falling into his garret in a piteous state, shouldering the curse and endless evils, gritting his teeth in the dark.

I also see... a figure who suddenly took center stage in his many long years of darkness.

Such memories are carefully hidden in his heart, bringing with them a warm hue despite knowing that the goal of the person drawing close to him was to sever his wings.

Memories of me.

Every moment he saw me over the past six months.

Every single fragment plunges into my wings.

My wings feel as though they are being torn apart by countless human hands, until the last feather is tainted with black cinders.

So this is what he’s been shouldering all this time.

MC: Gavin, do you know why my shop only sells bellflowers? 

MC: It’s because an Archangel I admired in the past loved that bellflower field in Heaven most. 

MC: Whenever his wings brushed the bellflowers, it looked as though all the light and floral fragrances in the world were on that pair of wings.

MC: God said that he had fallen, but I refused to believe it. 

MC: A long time afterwards, I found him hiding in darkness, and saw the wounds he concealed.

MC: I realised that whether he’s in the light or in the darkness, what lies beneath his wings is a tender heart. 

MC: I don’t want you to turn into cinders.

Upon hearing my words, Gavin’s eyes are dyed with a different warmth. He takes my hands. For the first time, he doesn’t run away, but brings me into his arms.

The sound of wailing can be heard from afar. Evil intentions surge into my wings in an endless stream, which are then suppressed by the flames.

I exert my all to endure the pain while every single feather pricks me like needles.

Gavin’s warm palm soothes my back gently, his soft and slightly cold lips landing on my forehead. His gentle and clear power enters my body.

MC: Gavin...!

His withered wings unfold slowly. His black feathers have been scorched to decay, but they are the purest pair of wings that I’ve ever seen.

Gavin: An angel’s kiss can rid one of pain. This is something that all angels know.

MC: You're...

I tremble, grabbing his lapel. A certain emotion spreads through my heart. 

He chuckles softly. Stray hairs in front of his forehead brush against my ear. Within the boundless pain, bits and pieces of truth emerge.

Gavin was never a fallen angel.

Even if his wings were dyed an endless black, and even if the flames kept corroding him, he was always a proud and radiant Archangel.

Gavin: I used to think that I’d only offer everything for my convictions. Looks like I was wrong.

His tone is filled with an intense sense of longing and relief. A kiss lands on my cheek.

I feel something warm blossoming from my chest, and entering Gavin’s wings.

That originally empty spot bursts with fragmented and faint light.

The light gradually turns dazzling. From his lingering wounds, pure white wings emerge.

Gentle light passes through the clouds and lands on Gavin. He looks at his own wings. Seeming to realise something, he smiles faintly.

He lowers his head, using his fingers to rub my cheek sentimentally.

Gavin: So... this is the reason why God sent you here.

All of a sudden, his wings unfold. Illuminated by radiance, he is so pure and divine that his entire body appears to be cloaked with light.

He wraps an arm around my waist, his wings stirring as he carries me into the sky.

Although my wings remain black, the curse has been extinguished with his power, and I no longer have to endure that scorching pain.

Gavin chuckles in resignation, staring at the wings behind my back.

Gavin: You’ve truly become an Archangel, and will have to take over my duty in shouldering all the sins in the world. 

Gavin: Although evil will never end, you won’t experience the pain that I did as long as I help you to keep it under control.

Gavin: I will protect you.

His words are succinct as always, but I know that this person will do as he says.

As though a great burden has been lifted, I chuckle. Placing all my burdens down, I lean into Gavin’s arms.

MC: But my wings are injured, and they need a long time to recover.

I hear Gavin’s soft laughter. Birds flap their wings as they fly beneath our feet, heading towards a warm, faraway place.

Gavin: So what? I’ll be your wings. Wherever you want to go, I’ll go with you.

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[lillian-nator]

Military AU but I fucked Wilbur Up

Wilbur had finished UNI

He wasn't quite sure what he wanted to do with his life

He didn't have a job

He didn't have much any money

He was broke - he was in debt

He lived with his dad (Phil)

so what does Wilbur do to like give himself time to figure out what he wants to do with his life

He goes into the military

It's an honorable job

He wants to defend his country

He's in good physical shape

And it will be able to pay him out of school, and give him a couple of years to figure out what he wants to do with his life

The entire AU, is told after Wilbur's deployment - after he was out.

You learn bits and pieces about what happened as Wilbur opens up to his Dad

GOOD PHIL THOUGH

hahahhaha

uh

Wilbur went through Some Shit

his best friend - his brother in arms, Tommy.

Tommy was a young kid, just got out of secondary school - he was only 16.

Tommy has a brother

Technoblade

Techno was Tommy's hero. Tommy wanted to be just like his brother when he was older.

Techno served when he was 18 until he was 24

He is now 26.

or 27

I'm unsure

but Techno was Tommy's brother

and Wilbur never personally knew technoblade until after he came back home

but Tommy talked about him all the time

he was the reason Tommy joined the military.

Tommy's family had a line of soilders, his dad was a soldier his grandfather, all of his uncles

that and Tommy just didn't know where he was gonna go in life

for the longest time - it was always, just secondary school and then the military

he was the first of his family to be recruited so young

he didn't want to go to college

he wanted to make his brother proud

i won't beat around the bush any longer

Tommy fucking died

it left Wilbur kind of fucked and traumatized

he didn;t want to talk about it - he didn't want to talk.

he was essentially selectively mute for a very long time

he jumped at everything

didn't want to be touched

and he followed a very specific routine, almost the same routine as when he was in the barracks

he would wake up and run laps

and he would do the same warm ups that he did with Tommy -

he was stuck there

he was very spacy

and then

he uh

he looked at the dog tags on his chest

he knew Tommy's adress

he had to - he had to give these back to Techno

thats what Tommy would want, really

and I mean

of course Techno knows his little brother is dead

he got that letter fucking two years ago

but some hope remains you know

and then, Wilbur - having been driven by his father

jumps out of the car with some sort of like, force

and his face isn't happy

but it isn't the emptiness that Phil's learned to know

and

yeah

Techno and Wilbur friendship

but

I mean

the first thing that happens

is that when Wilbur knocks on the door

a twenty something, tired looking man opens the door

and his hair is in a messy bun, and his eyes are just tired

and he's wearing his uniform - it seems as though he's still serving in some way or another

just the army green t-shirt, the camouflage pants, and the boots

and as soon as he sees Wilbur

in his over-sized olive green jacket

and the brown curls

he knew this fucker

as if Tommy didn't mention wilbur in nearly every sentence that Tommy sent him

he wanted to slam the door he wanted to slam -

"Are you, uh, Technoblade?"

A british accent - it makes Techno's breath hitch.

He hasn't heard an accent like that since Tommy left -

he doesn't want this confrontation

"I - your brother, he told me about you all the time. I - I have his tags. I shouldn't have taken them, they're yours. He would've wanted you to have them. I just - I needed to talk to you."

"I - Can I have them?"

Wilbur fumbles to get them from around his neck, Techno's hard exterior is barely cracking, and he's actively working to build it back up again

Wilbur takes them off his neck with shaking hands, the tags themselves are stained with finger prints from the months and months of Wilbur gripping harshly onto them

Wilbur almost flinches when he sets them down onto Techno's palm with a light clink

Techno grips hard onto them, harder than Wilbur ever thought to.

he assumed the iron grip, and heroic strength can only come from some kid who lost their baby brother

Wilbur may have been this kids best friend, but he will never have what Tommy and Techno had

I mean, the way that Tommy talked about Techno -

the guy half raised the kid

tommy followed Techno in every footstep

and to be a soldier, and still do the thing that killed your baby brother

he looked at Techno and knew what he was

not many people could say that

but when Wilbur looked at techno, he saw someone who understood

and so

after that

it took a long fucking while

however

Wilbur and Techno like became good friends

Wilbur couldn't drive, after he was diagnosed with the level of PTSD he had - he wasn't allowed to drive, his hands shook too much, he was in his own head too much, he can't pay attention long enough to be able to drive safely - so Phil has to drive him every day

but he and Techno hung out almost every day

He was with Techno more than he talked to his own father

and Phil's - he's not mad, he's glad that Wilbur is getting a bit better

however

he's a bit bitter

that he can't be there for his son

that Wilbur won't open up to him at all

he's a bit confused to as why Wilbur is hanging out with someone who is still in the army

someone who reminds Wilbur of everything that haunts him

and Techno will greet Wilbur as Techno clealy just gets back from some camp or job - he's sweaty, in his uniform, laughing and out of breath as he greets Wilbur

Phil grips onto the wheel tightly

Wilbur's hanging out with the thing that ruined the rest of his life

and my god, was Wilbur mentioning visiting the nearby camp -

Phil feels like he might have a heartattack

I just think that Phil wants to get Wilbur out of that World

and I think that Wilbur knows its the only way he gets closure and sanity

Tommy would want him and Techno to get along

he always said they would be best friends

Wilbur thinks that hes too messed up for a normal job

might as well ride that military compensation

[atrial-ofhorror-if]

RO Appearances (UPDATED!!)

29 years old of Hungarian/British descent. Black inky hair, pale alabaster skin and beady green/hazel-like eyes; you get the impression that they would be willing to sell out their own mother to get ahead. Partially, because they remind you of a weasel. Underneath those corporate clothes is a body full of piercings, if you’re good they may even let you see it. 

Micah(M) is 189 cm and has the physique of someone who loves to work out (think of Henry Cavill). Micah has hair that always seems to fall perfectly, slicked back with pomade, with both sides shaven off; he gives off the confidence of having been an underwear model at some point. With the way he struts around like a peacock. He has dark stubble on his lower jaw and thin lips.

Meredith(F) is 190 cm and has the same physique as Micah.  Meredith has short hair curled perfectly around her face. She gives off the confidence of having been an underwear model at some point, with the way she struts around like a peacock. You’ll never see her without some light makeup. Has dimples.

 22 years old of Afro-Latino descent, particularly Cuban.  They both have a more chubby build, with round faces. They both have honey-brown eyes and dark brown coily hair. They have deep brown skin that feels as if you’re looking directly at the sun. In love with pastel colors, and cute things, you’ll find that their sense of fashion is like them taking a dip into the Hello Kitty store. They have delicate facial features and are often compared to giant teddy bears.

Felix (M) is around 183 cm. Felix wears his hair in locs with both sides shaved; he often puts it in a bun. Felix has a tattoo of a frog on his forearm and a golden nose ring.

Jalissa (F) is 187 cm. Jalissa wears her hair in twists, with gold cuffs on them. Also has a golden nose stud in her nose and a tattoo of a salamander on her shoulder.

24 years old and Navajo. They have a swimmer’s body with broad shoulders and a thin, small waist. They have sharp and refined features with plush and thick lips; when they smile, you feel as if they could cut through clouds and stormy weather. Their skin is a warm brown, as if they were kissed by the sun, and held up to the sky to be blessed by it’s rays. They both have deep brown hair that stops at their waist and deep brown eyes. Has little freckles splattered across their face and body.

Alexander (M) is 194 cm. Alexander has one thick braid that hands to their hip. On his neck, Alexander has a tattoo of a feather.

Alexandria (F) is around 190 cm. Alexandria typically keeps her hair in a high ponytail. Has little freckles splattered across her face. 

26 years old and of Middle Eastern descent. They are 179 cm and have a runner’s physique, despite the number of sweets they consume. They both have thick plush lips and an aquiline nose. Due to an incident in their first mission, they now possess scarred flesh around their left eye, along with heterochromia. They hide this with an eye patch that has some form of archaic runes on them. Why is that? Well, try asking them and see what happens. Both have dimples that you can only see when they smile, which is practically never. Also has sharp cheekbones and is considered to be very attractive.

Nasir (M) has a mop of curly brown hair that stops at the nape of his neck and falls into his eyes. Nasir also has dark stubble around his lower jaw. 

Zahra (F) has short curly hair that stops at her shoulders. She has a mole above her left eyebrow and a medusa piercing.

Shrouded in mystery, in both personality and appearance. Once you finally see him for what he is will you be shocked? Or will you accept him for all of his warts and...scales?

[veirsewrites]

Play Chapters 1 and 2 Here!

From Within is a work in progress interactive fiction piece. Written in Twine.

Long ago the Earth went through the Great Blackout. Energy grids everywhere imploded and left the world dark. Governments collapsed, borders shifted and continents drifted. That is the past. Humans of the future have since adapted to living on the derelict shell of Earth.

But this does not matter to you. You are not from Earth, you live on your Homeworld. The Homeworld is a place of abundant energy where its humanoid species has learned to live along side the planet. Half of its population has been born with energy manipulation capabilities. These capabilities allow the users to manipulate the laws of nature and physics, within reason. Just as the first rule states, manipulating the energies around you is give and take. You must give in order to take. But no one said that what you give must taken from you.

Now you find yourself on Earth. And it stinks. Like a lot. But you're not here to criticize its various smells-- you may have accidentally misplaced a powerful artifact from your world on Earth and you need to get it back.

Maybe this group of humans you've stumbled upon can help. It's not like you would know where to start. Don't take too long though, your friend is worried.

Features:

Play as a man, woman or non-binary humanoid species.

(Let's be honest, you're basically the same as a human but have powers and prettier eyes.)

Character customization.

Romance 1 of 5 different RO's or no one.

React to the world around you, watch how characters respond and form relationships with them.

Maybe learn a little something about the laws of thermodynamics?

Break things.

Setting:

Book 1 takes place on Earth - a futuristic dystopian esq shell of what used to be. It's dark all the time, the new Earth consists of two main landmasses which the world population is split between. Each mass is an urban jungle where the streets stay empty. The rest of the planet drowns in deep dark oceans, a direct consequence from the past global climate failure.

Meet the Humans:

The Field Agent - Laurel Ramos

Top agent and Second in Command

28-30 yrs old, 5' 8".

Warm tawny skin - dark brown eyes - straight dark brown hair that hangs just below her shoulders.

Intelligent, elegant and an overall badass.

You need something done? She's your woman... but only if you ask nicely.

The Ex-Agent - Jean Claude "Jace" Glackin

Ex-field agent and Head of Security

30-32 yrs old, 6' 1"

Beige toned skin - brown eyes - dark brown shaggy hair - thick stubble.

Polite, patient, calm and well spoken.

Feeling confused or conflicted? Not a problem, Jace is more than willing to help you sort your thoughts out.

The Technologist - Michelle/Michael/Mika "Mickie" Nix (selectable)

Head of Communications and Technology

24-26 yrs old, Michelle- 5' 6", Michael/Mika- 5' 8".

Warm sandy toned skin - dark brown eyes - hair a few shades darker - freckles everywhere.

A bit of a mess, a bit panicky, very smart and highly innovative.

Small golden septum ring. Cartilage piercings.

Michelle - Messy crooked bangs and hair that ends just at the top of her shoulders.

Michael/Mika - Long short hair, usually brushed backed with a lot of strays falling into their face.

Find yourself in a tight spot and need some help? Don't call Mickie. How the fuck would they know what to do?

The Researcher - August Lane

Human biologist. Researching the effects of environmental stimuli.

26-28 yrs old, 5' 11".

Sepia toned skin - light blue eyes - short curly brown hair - dimples to match

Shy, awkward, very curious and prefers the company of his books and microscopes to all else. Self proclaimed pacifist.

You need something? Anything? Don't look at Lane. Seriously. Please don't. Too much direct eye contact is overwhelming.

The Friend - Leonidus "Leo" Corwin (aka not a human)

A friend you seem to have met a little over a year ago. Loyal to a fault and has sworn to have your back no matter what.

24-30 yrs old (year older than MC), 6' 0"

Rosy fair skin - hazel eyes that often seem lighter around you - white hair that if it was brushed out straight, would fall to his nose. Often hand swept back out of his face.

Gold nose ring. Multiple cartilage piercings. Tragus piercing.

Red snake tattoo on his forearm. Red snake tattoo on the back of his hand reaching past his wrist. Red snake coiled around a sword on his calf and a large, you guessed it, red snake tattoo on his back.

Want to go on an adventure? He's your guy. Want to stand around and do nothing? He's your guy. Want to go murder an entire village? He's your guy. Need to retrieve a misplaced object on another planet? You got this, no sweat - but don't worry, you have his full unadulterated support.

[misfit-fics]

Demon Rehab For Dummies

Summary: (Y/N) started seeing seven demons when she was 10. Through the years they all disappeared, all but one. Namjoon. A demon who has not so creepily, creepily, very creepily been in love with her for years.

Genre: fluff, crack, extremely minimal angst, idiots to lovers, romantic-comedy

Word count: 7384

Rating: Teen

Warnings: mentions of suggestive & kinky themes, a handful of cursing, a story with a plot but not doesn’t exactly have a plot, a stubborn (Y/N) who dismisses love confessions & genuine flirting, an unspoken confession

A/N: Hey! we're back, it's been a while. We're starting school in a while but it will be gamble if we'll be more active or not. Well... we ARE active but just not posting? Yeah, you know what I mean. This has been sitting in our drafts for a while now and we're posting it now... although it's pretty unedited, feel free to address any oopsies. Hope who ever finds this enjoys reading!

At the ripe young age of ten (Y/N) began seeing seven men. Which- would’ve (should’ve) freaked any kid out but you know (Y/N) is just kinda quirky like that so she didn't really mind much. The men were nice and played with her anyway, and the only weird thing was that sometimes they would bring her dead birds.

At age eleven (Y/N) noticed that one of the men was missing.It didn’t affect her much except for the fact that this particular one would help her find things and she’d lost almost all of her socks since he disappeared. Not to mention the increase of bug bites after he left. The darn things seemed like they multiplied exponentially after a month.

By twelve only two of the men had disappeared, at this point (Y/N) not only lived in sandals (she still couldn’t find her socks) but she also couldn’t explain why her hair was burning off every time she tried to straighten it (her lil demon friends didn’t want her to, you’d think after almost 3 years of having men following her around and telling her what to do she’d get with the program already.) Her dog her parents had given her when she was 9 started disappearing quite often after he left. He always came back with a single sock that would disappear the next morning.

By thirteen (Y/N) had developed a crush (more like unhealthy obsession) on one of the men, Namjoon. The third year was also the year when Jimin disappeared, taking all of her favorite shoes with him. That year she had prayed to whoever was listening because her parents really couldn’t afford to keep buying her socks and shoes, and because she definitely couldn’t afford to shave her head.

By fourteen, Hoseok, the man who had cheered her up whenever she needed it, had gone, leaving a tidal wave of bad luck in his wake. He had a great deal in keeping (Y/N) happy, although some of his antics made her want to punch him, it never turned out that way.

When she was fifteen no one left… except for the dog. Aside from that, the only thing that left was her social life (It wasn’t like she had one before but you know it was still a little rough). (Y/N) began to depend more and more on her demons. She had become great friends with the oldest, Seokjin, who cooked for her when her parents went on trips.

At sixteen Yoongi left and the nightmares began. And with the nightmares came the growth of (Y/N)’s relationship with Namjoon. Namjoon became her protector, along with sometimes Seokjin, who still cooked for her and cared for her altogether when she couldn’t.

At seventeen, (Y/N) was informed that when she turned eighteen Seokjin would be leaving, on account that they didn’t need each other anymore. (Y/N) had been torn up when he told her and even more when he left. He didn’t take anything when he left other than a piece of (Y/N)’s heart.

At eighteen, (Y/N) moved away from her parents house with Namjoon trailing behind her (He even had lil demon suitcases and everything,) following her every move.

“I really don’t understand why you had to follow me out of my parents house. I thought spirits are supposed to be attached to a general area…” (Y/N) took to unpacking a box in the small apartment she now lived in.

“(Y/N) how many times do we have to go over this, I'm a demon, DE-MON.” Namjoon clapped his hands with each syllable. (Y/N) rolled her eyes and flicked her wrist at the self-proclaimed demon.

“Demon, ghost, same thing.” She shrugged her shoulders, “same thing as to-may-to, to-mah-to.”

“It is not the same thing!” Namjoon looked at (Y/N) like it was obvious.

(Y/N) snorted, “Okay Casper.” She continued pulling out the items in the box.

Namjoon looked flabbergasted, “CASPER!?” Namjoon put a hand over his chest and widened his eyes. (Y/N) looked up at the demon with a raised brow,

“Geez Casper, why are you so offended? I’ve called you Casper before, Casper.” (Y/N) struggled to keep in her laughter, trying to keep a straight face as she looked at Namjoon.

Namjoon looked at (Y/N), “I think I shall simply cease to exist in your realm.”

(Y/N) looked back down at the almost empty box, “You wouldn’t do that, you love me too much, my dearest Casper.” She said in a singsong voice, “Oh hey I found a sock.” She pulled out said sock from the box, it had yellow stripes. :]

“I think Jungkook took the mate to that when he left.” (Y/N) threw the sock at Namjoon with a loud ‘FUCK!’

“I mean we could try and summon him to see if he’ll return your socks.” Namjoon shrugged.

“I wouldn’t even try.” She started putting the random items in their new places.

“You should put Juno on the window sill rather than the coffee table, I mean cacti do need sun.” Namjoon looked at the little green prickle plant.

“I’m sure if i didn’t tell you how to parent your child, it would’ve been confiscated by child protective services.” Namjoon crossed his arms and looked at Juno who had been (rightfully so) moved to the window sill.

“Casper- Juno is a cactus. There is no CPS (Cactus Protective Services).” (Y/N) looked at Namjoon with her own arms crossed over her chest and an eyebrow raised, “Now if you could- Can you please go unpack a few boxes?” (Y/N) shooed Namjoon away before her eyes widened and she added in, “NOTHING LABELED FRAGILE!”

“You know if we painted a wall or two in here, it would liven up the place so much…” Namjoon looked around the bland apartment, “Maybe an accent wall over here. A floor lamp over there. A new plant in the kitchen. It wouldn’t hurt you to give Juno some siblings.”

(Y/N) looked flabbergasted, “You want me to pop out another child?!”

“No I mean-” Namjoon’s eyes widened.

“-OUT OF MY WALLET?!? MY BARELY 21 DOLLARS!?” (Y/N) got her wallet out and zipped it open. She shook it in the demon’s face, about 26 pennies, 2 nickels, 1 dime, and a quarter fell out. It was followed by a single, folded, 5 dollar bill.

“I don’t think that’s 21 dollars, (Y/N)” Namjoon looked down at the floor, where one or more of the coins had caught onto his feet.

“I have a gift card.” She pulled out the cheap plastic, silver, $25 visa gift card (that didn’t have 25 dollars) with a bit of a struggle.

“How much exactly is on that gift card (Y/N)?” Namjoon eyed the flimsy silver object.

“You expect me to know- I mean probably more than 10 dollars!” Namjoon raised a brow at the statement. “Okay, maybe about 3.69.” Namjoon sighed, massaging his temples. (Y/N) bent down to put the money back into her wallet like a pigeon eating bread crumbs the old lady on the bench threw onto the floor.

Namjoon walked away from the pigeon-girl and grabbed a notepad and pen that was left on the kitchen counter. “We’re making you a to-do list.” He stated, clicking the pen.

“WE haven’t even unpacked all the boxes yet.” (Y/N) whined, pointing at the last large box in the middle of the hallway. Namjoon looked to where she pointed and shrugged.

“It says Christmas decorations.”

“EXACTLY! VERY. IMPORTANT.” she clapped her hands in between each word.

“It’s February.” He said.

“It’s still winter.” (Y/N) reasoned, finally done picking up the money. She plopped herself down onto the small brown couch.

“Okay so first off you need a job.” He wrote it down onto the notepad, the pen scratching being overlapped by a loud gasp from the human in the room.

“You dare ignore me?!” She yelled offendedly at the demon who glanced at her before looking back down at what he was writing.

“You also need to go to the supermarket.”

“I told you I barely have any money.”

“Your parents gave you some money.”

“Oh, you’re right.”

“And also, you should walk to the school and find a short route to get there.” Namjoon pulled out a literal map.

(Y/N) pouted, “I thought you were gonna walk me to all my classes to deter all the frat boys from coming my way…”

“I did say that,” he confirmed before continuing. “But I mean to get to the actual school grounds.”

“But we have a car.” She had drawnout the ‘but,’ trying to make her point that she didn’t need to walk.

“But you need exercise.” He reasoned, mimicking the way she had said her words.

“Are you calling me fat?”

“No.”

“Yes you are.”

“(Y/N) i’m not.”

“Yeah you ARE, Casper.”

“Would you PLEASE call me by my actual name for once?”

“Sure thing. Rap Monster.” She teased, the ground started shaking. (Y/N) let out a loud screech looking up at the demon who’s eyes were rolled back. “OH FUCK YOU!”

The shaking died down, Namjoon staring down at the girl who was now underneath the coffee table. “This is why you’re still here!” she cried.

“You want me gone?” Namjoon questioned, offendedly. (Y/N) army crawled her way from her ‘safe spot.’

“I DIDN’T SAY THAT!” She yelled, returning the offended tone.

“I’m out,” Namjoon pivoted on his heel, walking to the front door robotically.

“Noooo!”

“Will I ever see my socks again?” (Y/N) looked at Namjoon with hope, “I mean having shoes would be great too though.”

“What’s wrong with living in sandals? Birkenstocks are very comfortable.” Namjoon pivoted around with a candle in his hand.

“It’s winter.” (Y/N) frowned.

“You could always use mine?” He gestured to the shoes at the shoe rack at the front door. The ones that were closed toed…

“Your feet are too big.” (Y/N) looked over at the shoes, then looked down at her own feet, then at the demon.

“Size didn’t matter Last night with your sweaters?”

“That’s different, Namjoon.” (Y/N) rolled her eyes.

“Size.” Namjoon smirked.

“Different.” (Y/N) stood confidently.

“You know, you could always just go buy new socks?” Namjoon looked at her oddly.

“I usually wait to get them for Christmas, you should know this by now.”

“Independence.” He stated.

“You’re a hypocrite.” Namjoon let out a ‘huh?’ and (Y/N) continued, “You said independence when you’re dependent on me.”

“That isn’t my fault.” Namjoon raised his hands in defense.

“It kind of is though…” (Y/N) shrugged, Namjoon opened his mouth to retort but was quickly cut off, “I’m literally a rehab center for you.”

“Apparently you’re not a nicely rated one.” Namjoon shook his head.

“I’ve helped 6 other demons, Namjoon. You’re just being difficult.” (Y/N) poked his chest really hard before retracting her hand.

“Ouch,” he put his hand over his heart where she had poked him, “You shouldn’t be saying these things to your client.”

“I didn’t ask to get a client or even BE a rehab center.”

“The reason why you became a rehab center was because you decided that humans were ugly and disgusting.”

“The reason why you ended up with me was because you did something bad and you just now decided to be a good person and it’s not turning out well for you.”

“For your information, I could have left a long time ago.” Namjoon crossed his arms, with an audible exhale from his nose. He stared down at the rehab center.

“And why didn’t you, hm?” (Y/N) crossed her arms also with a raised brow. Namjoon kept quiet, debating how to answer, keeping eye contact as if it was an olympic staring contest.

“You.” He said. (Y/N) snorted, ready to insult the patient. “-would’ve starved to death by now if I hadn’t stayed with you until now.” He finished, (Y/N) gasped, reaching up and hitting Namjoon on the shoulder.

“You. Jerk. Get. Away. From. Me.” She hit him harder every word before waddling away into the hallway from the chuckling demon.

“No problem,” Namjoon disappeared with a veil of sparkles out of view.

(Y/N) thrusted open the door to her new bedroom. Continuing her waddle to the end of the full size bed. Facing the head board, she plopped the top half of her body onto the bed front first. Namjoon reappeared about 6 feet away from her with a loud poof and a burst of sparkles scattering around the room.

“Go away.” (Y/N)’s face was still shoved into the mattress, “Seriously shoo.” (Y/N) lifted her arm off the bed to wave him off.

“I won’t go. You can’t make me.” Namjoon walked towards the bed hesitantly, scared to get fucking murdered by his prison warden, “Move over. Give me some room.”

“Go sleep in my closet.” (Y/N) flipped the demon off.

“You’d prefer nightmares over your dearest Casper?”

“Yes.” Namjoon sat down on the bed, his knee almost hitting the girl’s head. “I thought I said in the closet.”

“And I prefer the bed.” Namjoon leaned forward and took (Y/N) by her hands and pulled her closer to himself with an annoyed groan from her. She was pulled until her head was laid on his chest, wrapping his arms around her.

“I hate you.” (Y/N) grumbled into her demon-pillow.

“I know.”

“You live because I allow it, and that is it to be my flesh pillow.”

“Okay, now sleep.”

“But why do you have to leave?” (Y/N) looked up at her bunk buddy, her chin was impaling the person’s chest.

“I have to. I'm ready to go.” Yoongi looked crestfallen, “They said I could have one more night. But then, when I leave, I can pass on my role.”

“Could you maybe not steal my socks?” (Y/N) pouted at Yoongi who chuckled in response. “This is a genuine request.” She said with slight seriousness in her tone.

“You don’t have any to steal anyways,” he rolled his eyes with an endearing smirk that replaced his dispirited look just seconds before.

“Ok just- don’t go stealing any of my clothing, I need it.” (Y/N) clicked her tongue, not denying the fact that she was sockless.

“I won’t. I don’t need your clothing.” Yoongi shrugged, “I might take your guinea pig though. Meatloaf is cute.”

“YOU wouldn’t DARE take Meatloaf from me.” She glared

“I can and I will.” Yoongi crossed his arms over his chest and looked towards the cage that housed Meatloaf. (Y/N) groaned, unlatching an arm that was sandwiched between the bed and Yoongi’s back. She planted her palm smack in the middle of the demon’s face, covering his view of the poor guinea pig.

“No.” She patted his face, Yoongi’s eyes now squeezed shut.

“I can lick your hand.” he threatened, his voice muffled and jumpy from the wacky hand.

“You’re gross,” she moved her hand up, now only covering his eyes and revealing a gummy smile from Yoongi.

“It’s sleep time,” he declared. (Y/N) whined in response, “I’ll be here in the morning to say goodbye one more time okay?”

“Promise?”

“Never said that,” he hummed.

“You jerk,” she groaned, laying her head sideways. Her ear over his heart, engraving the sound into her mind.

Like a cliche love story, (Y/N) woke up to no one but herself on the bed. Through groggy eyes, she could see that poor Meatloaf was gone too.

“I tried to stop him from taking Meatloaf I swear.” Namjoon uncrossed his arms from over his chest when he noticed that (Y/N) was awake.

“Did you really?” (Y/N) sat up in bed.

“I did, I swear,” he said immediately, “I have proof.”

“By proof, do you mean you broke something?” Namjoon took a deep breath figuring out whether or not to say yes or no.

“I… never said that.” He decided on dying, his words drifting off in nervousness.

“So… you did?” She concluded, Namjoon nodded slowly, his eyes down on the floor.

“Yea…” (Y/N) sighed, trying to find anger to cover up a tsunami of sadness that was approaching.

“It’ll be okay. We can summon him every once in a while. Maybe while we’re at it we can try to get your socks back.” Namjoon smiled and hoped it would make her feel better while the reality of things had begun to set in for him. All of the boys loved (Y/N) with all of their hearts but he was the only one willing to stay for the long run.

“I don’t think people want to go back to a rehab center, Namjoon.” (Y/N) let the tears begin to pour.

“(Y/N) it’ll be okay…” Namjoon went over to sit on the bed next to (Y/N), “Seriously we’ll get through this.” Namjoon put a hesitant hand onto (Y/N)’s shoulder and began trying to comfort her.

“I know- I know but-” (Y/N) sniffled, “Hold on, my mascara will run.”

“You’re not wearing any?-” Namjoon raised a brow and looked at (Y/N) like ‘bih-’

“Shush.” (Y/N) shushed Namjoon before shaking off his hand and placing her head on his shoulder.

“You know you can’t prevent me from getting a boyfriend forever.” (Y/N) looked at Namjoon before continuing to pack her bag for school.

“I can and I will.” Namjoon slung his own bag over his shoulder. He was definitely a professor.

“You can’t make me be single forever.” (Y/N) rolled her eyes and slung her backpack onto her shoulders.

“Your preferences in men are horrible (Y/N), I'm not trying to prevent you from getting a man.” Namjoon said in a matter of fact voice, moving and opening the front door, letting (Y/N) pass through before he walked out behind her.

She scoffed, “maybe you should hook me up with someone, maybe then you can leave rehab.”

“I miss Meatloaf,” Namjoon said solemnly, changing the subject.

“Why do you always change the subject when I bring up my love life?” (Y/N) complained, stomping her foot as they walked down the hallway of the apartment building toward the elevator.

“Do you think Yoongi will respond if we try to summon him?” He ignored the question.

“Hey Joon? Is your dick ribbed? I heard all the demon dicks were ribbed.”

Namjoon stopped in his tracks, putting his feet together and staring down at the human with a face screaming ‘what-the-fuck?’ (Y/N) had a boxy smile on her face, waiting for a response. “Who the fuck did you hear that from?”

“A fanfic I read, it was a group called DTS,” she shrugged. “Is it right though?” she leaned forward slightly in high expectations.

“Well-” Namjoon paused, “uhhh…” his eyes darted around. “Mine… isn’t.”

“Damn- that’s really disappointing,” (Y/N) frowned, throwing down an imaginary hat onto the ground and continuing walking with Namjoon following behind her.

“Why is it disappointing? You’re a virgin.” Namjoon raised an eyebrow.

“Why would you think I’m a virgin?” (Y/N) looked offended. They stopped in front of the closed silver elevator doors, Namjoon hit the down button before responding.

“You literally had no social life in middle and high school and depended on demons who were attached to you by force in order to not lose your ability to speak in English.” Namjoon raised a finger, “Plus I’ve known you since you were ten and unless it was before that… I would know.” He slipped into the elevator, turning around and walking backwards. A know-it-all smirk plastered on his face while (Y/N) had an annoyed look on her own.

“Can we just- stop before we start arguing about my sex life?” She marched forward into the elevator like a preteen going into their room after an argument with their parents.

“How did you even become a professor?” (Y/N) looked at Namjoon confused. “Couldn’t you have just you know… poofed yourself from people’s view when I go to school?”

“I need something to do while you’re in class. I might as well teach asshole frat boys how to do business math amiright.” Namjoon chuckled.

“I mean… you can just be the ghost you are and haunt me n’ stuff?” (Y/N) suggested, “I mean you already do that, Casper.”

“That’s Professor Casper to you.” Namjoon laughed too hard at his own joke.

“Ew,” (Y/N) cringed. “I’d rather call you Daddy Casper.”

“Only in the bedroom.” Namjoon looked at the human.

“Sex doesn’t always have to be private.” (Y/N) stared back at the demon, flipping her hair back. “Wait- are YOU a virgin then?” She asked, bringing back the topic from earlier, but this time about Namjoon.

“Classified.” Namjoon glared.

“So you ARE a virgin?” (Y/N) snorted a laugh, “And you call yourself a demon.”

“Not all demons are incubi or succubi, your demon-racist.” Namjoon accused.

“I am not demon-racist.” (Y/N) looked up at the tall demon, “I’m human.”

“You’re not a human, you’re the personification of the word ‘dumbass.’” He said, poking the proclaimed dumbass on the forehead.

“Rude of you to assume what I am, Casper.” (Y/N) smacked away his hand and pushed Namjoon not so gently on the shoulder.

“Now you’re the hypocrite,” Namjoon glared, “Professor Casper.” (Y/N) rolled her eyes, “Daddy Casper.”

Namjoon frowned, “If you’re so persistent on not calling me Professor, then just Daddy works fine.”

The girl shrugged, “I’d prefer to just call you Daddy Casper, but without the Daddy part.”

“But what if I want to be called Daddy Casper.” Namjoon wiggled his eyebrows suggestively as they walked through the gates of the school, the walk soon enough would be coming to an end.

“Woahhhh down bessie.” (Y/N) lifted her hands and moved them in a downward motion, “Save it for the student who’s gonna try to fuck you for their grade.”

Namjoon laughed again, “You say it as if it won’t be you trying to fuck for an A.”

“I don’t get how an idiot like you got a job as a professor.” (Y/N) punched Professor Namjoon on the shoulder who was still laughing at the insult he pulled out his ass against the girl.

“I don’t know how an idiot like you got into college.” Namjoon rubbed his shoulder and then pushed (Y/N) back with a grin on his face. The bell conveniently rang, ending the conversation and forcing the pair to speed their way over to the classrooms.

“You know I saw one of the sorority girls eyeing you, I think we’ve found our fuck-for-a-grade person.” (Y/N) looked at Namjoon, “You wouldn’t fuck her right?”

“I would never fuck one of my students.” Namjoon looked at (Y/N), “Plus I don’t like cheerleaders, I like depressed freshmen who can see demons and that double time as rehab facilities.”

“I am not a rehab facility. I am a struggling freshman.” (Y/N) clapped at Namjoon.

“No you’re not a rehab facility, you’re my rehab facility.” Namjoon smiled cheekily, “And the way I see it you are not a struggling freshman, you live with a professor that helps you with most of your homework.”

“Eh- The one thing you don’t help with is stress relief.” (Y/N) looked at Namjoon, “The least you could do is let me go out and find a boyfriend.”

“You HAVE a boyfriend.” Namjoon looked at (Y/N) seriously.

“WHERE? WHO?” (Y/N)’s eyes frantically searched the room.

“HERE! ME!” Namjoon pointed at himself and then widened his eyes.(Y/N) looked at Namjoon with a raised brow, her frantic eyes stopping and looking the demon up and down.

“I didn’t know you had a rental-boyfriend service?” (Y/N) said in genuine shock, “I don’t have any money though so-“

“You don’t have to rent me.” Namjoon scoffed, “I’m right here and I cost no money.”

“I don’t take charity work, sorry.” Namjoon groaned and covered his face with a hand.

“You’re literally the most stubborn person I know.”

“I’m trying to keep my single streak here, thank you very much.”

“Wait so we aren’t dating?”

“You thought we were dating?”

“You didn’t think that?”

“You like me?”

“You didn’t know?”

“I mean- you never said it-”

“I literally said it seconds ago, (Y/N).”

“Well yeah, seconds ago I guess but I mean before?”

“I literally confessed to you when we were looking for apartments to move out of your parents house.”

“When?-”

“What about this place then?”

“I like it.”

“More than you like me?”

“No.”

“Good.”

“Are you questioning my love for you?”

“Bitch, maybe I am.”

“You shouldn’t.”

“Why shouldn’t I be questioning it then, hmm?”

“I’m literally helping you look for a home that we both will move into.”

“That proves nothing.”

“Bitch- If that doesn’t say ‘I LOVE YOU’ I don’t know what does.”

“Oh, I don't know. Maybe saying ‘I love you’ straight up?”

“Fine.”

“Fine.”

“I love you.”

“Nice.”

“Ohhhhhh.” (Y/N) smiled, “You meant that?”

Namjoon looked at her with a blank face. She stared back waiting for an answer that didn’t come.

“So… you do mean it?” She confirmed it herself. The demon nodded slowly, waiting for her to process it.

“(Y/N)? You good?” Namjoon waved a hand in front of her face.

“You know,” she started, finally having rebooted her system. “There’s a lot of things wrong with this relationship. First of all, you’re a demon and I'm a human.”

“Not the first time I've heard of that type of relationship.”

“Secondly, you’re supposed to leave soon considering you’ve delayed it enough. Even using my personified dreamcatcher as compensation to stay longer.”

“I’m pretty sure at this point, they’ve given up on trying to get me back.”

“Third of all, it’s weird that you’ve literally known me since I was ten.” She held up ten fingers, “How old are you again?”

“Not that old for a demon,” he shrugged.

“Exactly. For a demon, thank you for proving my point.” Namjoon went to retort but (Y/N) continued. “Fourth, teacher and student relationships are weird.”

“People roleplay it in the bedroom?” Namjoon shrugged once again.

“Exactly,” she said again.

“It’s technically not weird since you’re not my student though. You’re definitely not a business major so…” Namjoon weighed the pros and cons of being caught with a student even if said student isn’t even one of his.

“I’m an English Major- BUT that’s besides the point. You’ve still known me since I was ten.” (Y/N) poked Namjoon’s chest.

“Hey it’s not like I was creeping on you when you were a kid…” Namjoon raised his hands in defense.

“No you just started creeping on me when I was around sixteen.”

“It’s more acceptable than pedophiles!”

“You’re like three hundred!” She exclaimed, she threw her hands above her head to

“Add about seven-hundred years to that.” Namjoon added with slight hesitation.

(Y/N) stood there, mouth agape, trying to do the mental math.

“You’re one-thousand?!”

“Give or take some.”

“I- I’m going to remove myself from this situation.” (Y/N) walked away.

[:] I ran out of image things, so we get text from now on. [:]

“Maybe I should start sleeping in the closet.” Namjoon voiced his thoughts as he was grading papers one night.

“You don’t have to sleep in the closet.” (Y/N) looked at the demon from across the kitchen table.

“The closet is comfortable.” Namjoon shrugged before voicing his concerns about the student’s work, “I’m pretty sure this student is gonna try to suck my dick for an A. This work sucks ass. How did she even get x=34? The answer is x=0!”

“I’m bad at math, don't look at me.” (Y/N) jotted a note down on her work before closing her notebook.

“But anyway- Back on track. Why do you want to start sleeping in the closet?” (Y/N) raised a questioning brow.

“Because the bed is awkward now.” Namjoon sighed before writing a bold ‘10/35’ down on the paper and circling it. (Y/N) glanced over at the paper that was marked red at every inch of it.

“You should put ‘see me after class’ on it. Maybe she’ll suck your non-ribbed demon dick.” (Y/N) suggests as she puts away her notebook. Namjoon’s fist hit the table in annoyance with a loud sigh that definitely said ‘i’m not getting some dumb bitch to suck my dick.’ The girl snorted, “Geez, no need to be so rough on the table.”

“Stop bringing up my non-ribbed demon dick.” Namjoon glared across the table.

“You admit that it’s not ribbed? That’s rough, man.” (Y/N) sighed sympathetically. “Some people are into that, you know.” Namjoon facepalmed, a bit too harshly, a loud smack echoing in the cramped apartment. “No need to be so rough, Casper.”

“You’d probably like it rough, and why the hell are you so bent on the fact that my dick isn’t ribbed?” Namjoon glared, moving onto the next student’s paper.

“We’ve taken the god damn BDSM test together, Casper. You KNOW I'd like it rough.” (Y/N) said in a smart-ass tone, knowing for a fact that they’ve done the test before.

“That shit lies,” Namjoon declared, “I’m not a bottom.”

“We know sweetie, we know. The test did you dirty.” (Y/N) weighed her options before ultimately deciding not to cross the room to comfort her demon. “But you know, the test DID have some direct questions-”

“You mean like the golden showers?”

“Ew, why would you even bring that up.”

“You said ‘direct questions.'” Namjoon shrugged.

“That question was traumatic.” (Y/N) shuddered, “But anyway, You can keep sleeping in the bed. It’s only awkward for you. Plus you can’t even be a demon dreamcatcher from a closet.”

“I can and I will. Now go get ready for bed. I'll join you in a bit. I have to email the kids' advisor.”

[:] Oh wow, another spliter [:]

“What’s awkward about this?” (Y/N) asked, ignorant to the fact that it was very awkward. Her legs were wrapped around the demon’s waist, who was laying down as straight as a log uncomfortably.

“Everything is uncomfortable.” Namjoon tried to push (Y/N) off of him.

“This is where you’re wrong,” (Y/N) states. “Your chesticles are very comfortable.” She furthered her point, by moving her head and weirdly nuzzling her cheek into his chest.

“(Y/N) get off of me.” Namjoon was now really uncomfortable.

“No.” (Y/N) pulled Namjoon’s log-body closer.

“Please?” Namjoon wiggled some more, “Seriously (Y/N) get off.”

“No…” (Y/N) held Namjoon tighter, “Imma go sleep now.”

“Ok (Y/N).” With that Namjoon pushed (Y/N) up and off of him and climbed out of bed and into the closet.

(Y/N) whined, “Nooooooo!” She looked at the closet through her eyebrows. “Are you hiding something from me?” She accused the demon.

“Excuse me?” Namjoon opened the closet door a bit.

“Oh my god- are you a closet gay?” She gasped loudly.

“WHAT?” Namjoon looked at (Y/N) from the crack in the doorway.

“It’s okay! You don’t need to use a fake confession to hide it from me.” She comforted the demon, “I will support you 1000 percent.”

“I’M NOT GAY!” Namjoon wiggled around in the closet before emerging from the space.

“Okay okay- but just so you know, there’s nothing wrong with being gay, Casper. Closeted or not.” She hummed, her words being muffled as she slowly put her face into the mattress.

“It’s been awkward since you basically called me a cradle robber, you stubborn piece of shit.” Namjoon blushed at his confession.

“I thought you didn’t care about that earlier.” (Y/N) looked back up, taking a deep breath of air after almost suffocating herself.

“Well I did.” Namjoon huffed out the breath he hadn’t realized he was holding.

“Well that sucks,” (Y/N) said blandly, “I was thinking of saying I love you.”

“The fuck- wait,” Namjoon’s eyes widened.

“Night night.”

[:] Cockadoodle-Doo it's morning [:]

The next morning came around quickly for (Y/N), though I wouldn’t say the same for Namjoon. Having him overthinking the “postponed” love confession from (Y/N). Meanwhile, though the night was quick, the morning dragged the girl by the toilet paper stuck at the bottom of her shoe.

Frown plastered on her face, seemingly deep in thought. She was unmoving in her seat aside from her wrist moving to stir the half eaten cereal in front of her. Namjoon sat across from her, “You can stop thinking, you’re going to hurt your head.”

The insult snapped the girl out of her concentration, she looked up and clicked her tongue. “I was just thinking about you. You want me to stop doing that?”

Namjoon raised a brow, “Depends on what you were thinking about.”

“I was wondering if we could summon the boys,” (Y/N) smiled before continuing, “Maybe get my socks back…”

“Are you saying you’d enjoy the company of your socks more than you with me?” Namjoon asked rhetorically with a shocked expression. (Y/N) gagged and rolled her eyes.

“Namjoon…” she said with a honey coated tone. “Are you saying you don’t know that I know you’ve used MY socks before?” The accused had a shocked look on his face that looked like he was on the verge of throwing up.

(Y/N) started snickering, amused by the demon’s expression. “As if I'd use your cheap ass yellow striped socks,” Namjoon aimed his nose at the ceiling. The girl laughed harder, finding the insult to her socks a bit too amusing.

“Okay, back on topic,” she said in between giggles, “We’ll get back to this later.” Namjoon shook his head, unamused unlike the person across from him.

The offended sock insulter cleared his throat, “We should have enough time before we need to go to the school to summon one of them.” He said in a factual voice, (Y/N) nodded as she took a glance at the time that read 7:23 am.

“What did we need again?” She got up from the stool she sat on, abandoning the poor soggy cereal. Namjoon got up also with a hum of thought.

“Candles and a lighter are the main things, obviously,” He says. (Y/N) nodded going into one of the kitchen cabinets for the items. “And if we’re summoning all of them, we’d need offerings…” Namjoon drifted off.

(Y/N) put down the candles onto the marble counter and looked at Namjoon questionably, “So… we need another hamster and dog?” This made the demon pause before nodding slowly, the situation becoming a bit more difficult than it needed to be now.

“And then what about Hobi? What he took wasn’t exactly… a physical object?” She also put it into consideration and clicked her tongue. “I’m still mad at you for sacrificing my literal source of happiness and good luck for yourself.” Namjoon’s jaw dropped.

“I thought we were past this!” He threw his hands up in the air, (Y/N) flipping him off simultaneously.

“Maybe you were,” she sassed, pointing fingers with a half assed glare.

“Technically, it wasn’t a sacrifice, (Y/N).” He said, crossing his arms.

“Well-” She was cut off by the demon.

“Nuh uh, It was just him choosing to leave and wanting to stay,” he snapped, not in a harsh way though.

“But-”

“You know what, let’s just try and summon them another day. I don’t think it’d work anyways.” Namjoon said, dismissing the topic by waving his hand, taking a glance at the tree outside.

[:] Wooshy flash back time I guess [:]

“Why are you still here?” (Y/N) looked at Namjoon, “I mean weren’t you supposed to leave this year?”

“I was supposed to leave instead of Hobi last year. I asked to stay.” Namjoon was sitting nonchalantly in one of the lounge chairs in her parents' living room reading the book she was supposed to be reading for school.

“Why didn’t you leave when you were supposed to?” (Y/N) looked at the demon, a look of confusion evident on her features.

“Who else is supposed to write your book reports for school?” Namjoon smirked while holding up the book before going back to reading said book.

“Then why did Hobi leave? Did he not want to be attached anymore?” (Y/N) began to tear up.

“It’s not that. I asked to stay because I felt I wasn’t ready to leave yet and Hoseok felt he was ready to leave. Most of the time, we leave when our time comes (Y/N). Hobi and mine were at the same time and I wanted to stay so I stayed.” Namjoon smiled at (Y/N).

“But why didn’t Hobi want to stay?” (Y/N)’s tears were flowing freely at this point.

“(Y/N)! Are you crying?” (Y/N)’s mom came rushing downstairs to investigate why her only child was crying.

“I’m fine.” Even (Y/N) wasn’t convincing herself, “Really Mom, I’m just over exhausted. I’m gonna go up to my room.”

[:] And back to the present :) [:]

“Are you almost ready to go?” Namjoon popped his head into the bedroom, “We have to leave soon if you want to be on time for school.”

“I’m almost ready, relax. And don’t you have a class to teach and a non-ribbed dick to get sucked by that one bitch for an A?” (Y/N) scoffed from where she was printing an essay that Namjoon had written the night before.

Namjoon started counting down from five, “Five- You better fucking get your ass in gear or you’re gonna be late. Four- Seriously (Y/N). Three- Professor Howard can’t give you another pass just because he likes you. Two-” Namjoon got cut off by (Y/N).

“I’m ready, asshole.” (Y/N) looked at him, “You better not let that bitch Brianna suck your dick.”

“I won’t let her suck my dick!” Namjoon raised his hands in defense, “What about my toes though?” (Y/N) looked at the demon with a face of disgust and looked at him from head to toe.

“Are you Namjoon or Taehyung?” She squinted, looking at his face.

“It was a joke!” Namjoon smirked, “But I'm sure she’ll do it for an A anyway.”

“I’m done with this conversation Casper.” With that (Y/N) slung her bag over her shoulder and left.

“Hey wait!” Namjoon grabbed his own bag before speed walking after (Y/N).

[:] Professor Casper or Daddy Casper? [:]

“SO.” (Y/N) sat down across from Namjoon in his office, “Rumour has it that you’re dating a cute english-lit major and are up for evaluation. What say you in your defense?”

“I mean I am dating a cute english-lit major. But I’m not up for evaluation, I used my demon charms to get out the punishment.”

Namjoon looked at (Y/N) seriously.

“Did you actually?” (Y/N) gaped at Namjoon.

“No. I explained that dating you is punishment enough.” Namjoon smiled, his dimples popping.

“Bastard.” (Y/N)looked at Namjoon.

“Bitch.” Namjoon smirked at (Y/N) before leaning over the desk and kissing her on the forehead, “I love you.”

“Good.” (Y/N) blushed.

There, through the window of the office, there were 6 peeping toms watching the couple.

“Adadada-uda,” Taehyung stuttered, “THEY’RE SO CUTE!”

“This looks like it’d turn out like a straight porn video on the hub,” Yoongi says bluntly.

Jungkook looked at Yoongi, “Ew straight.”

“Moving on,” Seokjin cleared his throat, “Does anyone remember when (Y/N) said I love you back?”

A series of “No’s” could be heard.

“Maybe we weren’t watching!” Jimin raised his hands, “But when were we not watching?”

“Oh I know!” Hoseok interrupted, “When they split up because of classes earlier. We left Yoongi hyung in charge just in case something happened.”

“I took a nap and must've missed it.” The guilty demon shrugged.

“No, (Y/N) definitely isn’t someone who confesses straight up.” Seokjin said, stroking his chin. The rest nodded in agreement.

“Yeah, that's why she didn’t have a man when we were still there.” Jungkook snorted.

“No JK, we all know the reason why (Y/N) was always single. Was because she was pining after Namjoon.” Jimin stated the obvious.

[:] Damn. Imagine having someone to kiss in public. Or at all. [:]

“So how do you reckon the staff caught onto us… I mean PDA really isn’t our thing.” Namjoon looked at (Y/N), “Who have you told?”

“I haven’t told anyone!” (Y/N) frowned, “Maybe someone saw us go home together? I bet it was that bitch Brianna. She gives off the stalker vibes.”

“I’m not gonna let her suck my dick.” Namjoon looked at (Y/N), “And she’s already failing my class so even if I did let her suck my non-ribbed punisher, she still would probably only have a D-.”

“Hey- I thought we stopped referring to your dick as non-ribbed.” Namjoon raised a brow, making a face that said ‘you’re-the-one-who-started-it.’

Reading his expression (Y/N) glared at the demon, “Technically you’re the one who started it because you freely admitted it freely.”

“What makes you find out the hard way that my dick isn’t ribbed?” Namjoon looked at (Y/N) suggestively before flopping namtiddie first into the couch.

“I think I would've preferred finding out the hard way.” (Y/N) flopping onto Namjoon’s hard back.

“So I can’t even have the couch to myself?” Namjoon groaned before realizing what (Y/N) meant by ‘finding out the hard way,’ “Are you saying you rather had found out in the heat of the moment after having prepared yourself for a ribbed demon dick?” Namjoon leaned his head up to bump (Y/N) who still had her fat ass on his back, “I can’t breathe, get off.”

(Y/N) rolled off of Namjoon before plopping herself down in front of Namjoon, “That’s exactly what I am saying.”

[:] Smh stalkers at every moment [:]

“And I got a big fat ass!” (Y/N) shook her ass while singing off-key.

“Your ass is everything but big, baby.” Namjoon passed (Y/N) to reach for the garlic from the spice cabinet.

The girl turned and looked at Namjoon with an offended look, “You know. As my rental boyfriend, you’re supposed to be nice.”

Garlic forgot, Namjoon turned to (Y/n) and grabbed her waist, “I’m not your rental boyfriend and you know that.”

(Y/N) laughed, “Okay go off I guess, not my rental boyfriend.” (Y/N) rolled her eyes before pushing Namjoon away.

“Woman,” Namjoon placed a hand over his heart, “You wound me.”

(Y/N) turned around and smiled at her demon, “I could argue that you’re the one that wounds me.”

“I do not wound you.” Namjoon scoffs, “But I could very well wound you if you keep saying i’m a rental boyfriend, love.”

“Well we wouldn’t want you to wound me now would we,” (Y/N) smiled up at Namjoon before leaning in and placing a quick peck to his lips, “I love you.”

Namjoon smiled before returning (Y/N)’s peck with a chaste kiss, “I love you too, baby.”

*Meanwhile from the dining room 6 men were watching from not so afar*

“Hyung! Hyung! Did you see that!” Jungkook excitedly pointed towards the couple in the kitchen.

Yoongi groaned, “See what?”

“Le gasp! How could you have missed that!” Taehyung held a hand over his heart, “(Y/N) initiated affection for once!”

Jin smiled, “It really was adorable.”

[:] Oh look, you're at the end. [:]

“Every kiss begins with consent.” Namjoon wiggled his shoulders while grading papers at the table.

(Y/N) smirked before leaning over the table and planting a large whet kiss on Namjoon’s cheek.

“Rude.” Namjoon scoffed before pulling (Y/N) in for a proper kiss.

“You know that kiss didn’t have much of my consent in it.” (Y/N) smiled before leaning in for another kiss.

“I don’t think I consented to that either though.” Namjoon smiled.

“Get back to work baby.” (Y/N) nudged Namjoon towards his pile of papers.

“Yeah yeah.” Namjoon smiled before looking down and putting a big red ‘F’ on a paper clearly marked Brianna Simms.

“When will she just drop the class?” (Y/N) chuckled, “Dumbass.”

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Confrontation

At the orphanage the night after the fight, Gosalyn pulled out her phone, scrolled through her contact and when it went to drake's phone number, she pressed it and a icon said

Do you wish to delete this photo number

She thought for a minute.

"Well there's no turning back now" she said as she pressed yes and deleted drake's phone number and went to sleep.

It's been a month since drake and gosalyn had that fight.

It didn't take long for drake to realize that Gosalyn has been avoiding him.

She stopped seeing the mcduck family and stopped calling drake or see him.

It made him worry.

He was at work, shooting for a scene, when he called her.

Her dialed her phone number and as he was waiting for her to pick up.

But it went straight to voicemail.

"Hey gosalyn, it's me drake, I haven't heard you in awhile and I just wanted to know how you were doing, call me back"

Then when he was out on his motorcycle, doing patrol when he decided to call her again.

"Hey gosalyn it's me again, calling you for the 26 time, just wanted to know if your ok, you haven't answered any of my calls in awhile, so called me back"

Then he knew something was up, he was driving to the orphanage, looking worried.

"Ok gosalyn I'm starting to worry now, are you hurt, you haven't been answering any of my calls or texts and this is the 46 voicemail message i left, I'm coming over"

After he hangs up, he calls Launchpad.

"Launchpad i think that something is wrong with gosalyn"

"Well have you tried calling her" Launchpad says.

"I did call you, i called her 26 times, left her 36 text messages and 46 voicemails, and it's starting to worry me, I'm heading to the orphanage right now, something doesn't seem right"

"Do you think maybe she's trying to avoid you" Launchpad said.

"What make you say that"

"Well maybe it's because of the fight you guys had"

"How did you about our fight"

"I was with you when you were dropping her off, i think that maybe she needs some space"

"I think I kept been giving her space too long" drake said.

"Look maybe you guys just need to work some things out"

Drake thought about what Launchpad said then he hangs up when ge finally arrived at the orphanage.

"Ok look i got to go now, bye Launchpad"

"See ya drake"

He gets inside the orphanage and goes up to the desk where a female stork was typing on a computer.

"Excuse me, I'm hear to see gosalyn"

But before she could answer, these two little girls, one duck with blonde hair and a dog brunette, in uniforms came in.

"Gosalyn says she doesn't want to see you" the female duck says.

Drake just looks at them surprised.

"Yeah, she says you hate children" the female dog added then both girls left.

"I'm sorry about that but gosalyn isn't feeling feel at the moment, again i am very sorry"

"What why" drake asked.

"Well she says that- well we think that it is best if you stopped coming to the orphanage"

"What" drake was shocked as he drops the bouquet of roses he bought for Gosalyn.

"I'm sorry mr. Mallard, it's what's best for Gosalyn, she says she doesn't want to see you anymore"

"Oh no that okay, I'll just go" he walks outside, shock but what just happened.

But he doesn't quit, he changes into Darkwing and climbs up to gosalyn's room outside the orphanage.

"Ok Gosalyn, what are you hiding, why are you avoiding me" he says to himself.

And when he opens her window, he panics when he sees Gosalyn looking at herself in a mirror, staring at her reflection.

He quickly goes back outside, leaning against the wall.

He was lucky that she didn't see him but he saw how sad she looked.

He also saw that she looked different.

She wore long magenta dress with streaks embroidered on it and at the bottom of he dress, with orange teardrop-shaped circles on her collar, a chatelaine belt and brown high heels boots, and a black shawl.

"Ok don't panic" Gosalyn tells herself as she was brushing her hair.

"It was just a little lie, your not lying to him, how bad can it be"

She puts on a smile but then frowns as she presses her hand on her head and shakes her guilty.

"Ugh I'm such a horrible person, I don't deserve him"

She then looks at the left side of the reflection as drake makes a worried look.

"HEY Don't look at me like that"

Drake panicked as he thought she knew he was there.

But when she turned around, he realized that she was just talking to her Darkwing duck doll.

She takes it and talks to it as she was talking to drake.

"We both know that this was bound to happen and it's not like I wanted to do this either, but what was I supposed to do, wait for you to finally adopt me, well I'm tired of waiting and if you weren't going to adopt me then I'll just have to find someone who will and besides you weren't going to adopt me, so there"

Focusing on the doll, gosalyn gets mad.

"Oh what do you know, you're just a hack" she throws the doll at a glasses frame picture of her and drake.

The picture fell breaking the glass and cutting a hole in the doll.

Gosalyn gasped by the horror she has done, she covered her mouth and slowly made her way to the doll.

She bends down, carefully picks up the picture and holds the doll in her hand.

She stares at the doll and starts to cry as she hugged the doll to her chest.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry" she sobbed.

Darkwing saw the whole thing and felt bad, then gosalyn stitches the doll back together and puts him on the bed.

She then goes to the window, places her hand on the glass.

"I just wanted you to have me as your daughter, but I guess you don't want me"

On the outer side of the glass, darkwing puts his hand where gosalyn's one's.

She had her eyes closed, then when she opens them, darkwing was gone but not away.

"Gosalyn, the milestones are here" one of caregivers from the orphanage called out to her.

Gosalyn looks at the doll and grabs her suitcase.

"Well I better get going now, there're going to be expecting me, I'll be back to get you later, bye Darkwing, I was nice knowing you"

As she left the room, darkwing got inside, feeling bad for what he did to her.

"She's...getting adopted, why didn't she tell me"

Then suddenly Darkwing realized something.

"Ugh I'm such a idiot" Darkwing slapped his face.

He climbed Downstairs and he saw gosalyn meeting these nice friendly pig couple.

The female had blonde hair and the male wore a sweater vest.

And when they saw gosalyn they were already loving her.

"Aw she is so adorable" the female pig said.

"She's is absolutely perfect" the male pig said.

"Yes and she is full of spirit, gets along well with the other children and is very clean and polite" the care giver says.

When Darkwing saw them, he felt sad that he wasn't going to see Gosalyn anymore.

"So shall be begin the paperwork"

But that doesn't mean he shouldn't stop caring about her, he wanted to make sure these parents would treat her right, like he should have.

So before the couple could sign the paper, they saw through the window, that Darkwing was smashing his fist against his hand and pointing at them.

It scared them.

"On second, we're just ready to have kids yet" the female pig grabs her husband's hand as he was still staring at the window.

"What" the care giver said as Gosalyn started to crumple again like she felt when drake yelled at her.

After the parents left, gosalyn started to cry as the two care giver started to argue.

"Ugh that's the 13 couple this week, I don't understand why"

"Isn't it obvious, nobody wants her because she's a mistake, a screw up, a bad child"

Darkwing didn't like the way, they were talking about gosalyn.

"Don't say that"

"But you know it's true"

"But you can't say that in front of her"

"Why not"

Then gosalyn got upset.

"Would you stop talking like I'm not here" she yell as she ran up to her room.

But when she got inside, she was surprised to see Darkwing inside her room, on her bed.

"Hey" Darkwing said.

"What are you doing here" Gosalyn asked in a rather terrifying tone as she didn't wanted to see him.

"I could ask you the same thing" Darkwing walked towards hatred door and shutting it, gosalyn felt scared around him.

"Ok what's going on"

"It's nothing" gosalyn said.

"Why have you been avoiding me for the past few days, first you stop answering my calls and now, you say you don't want to see me what gives"

"It's nothing ok, besides what are you doing here anyway"

" I wanted to see how you been doing"

"I'm doing fine, now go"

"I'm not going until you explain to me why you been ignoring me"

"Because I'm done waiting on you" she yelled.

"Look After everything we been together, I thought you might want to have me as your daughter but then I realized you don't want me"

"Gosalyn I didn't mean it"

"And I been trying to get adopted all this time but nobody wants to adopt is because of you"

"Why me"

"Because every time you pick me up, everyone thinks you want to adopt me and that's why no parent ever wants to adopt, but when I do try to get adopted, they just run off scared and that when I knew, you were right about me, no by parent would want me around, I'm a mistake"

"That's not true" Darkwing said.

"A screw up" gosalyn continued.

"Gosalyn"

"A bad child"

Then Darkwing grabs her shoulders.

"GOSALYN, you know that's not true, look about what I said, I didn't mean it, and it's not true what they say about you, your a amazing kid with lots of spirits, any parent would be lucky to have you"

"If that's true then how come nobody wants me"

This made Darkwing feel guilty.

"Because I was the only that scared off them off"

Gosalyn pulls herself away from him as she started to hit Darkwing.

"Why can't you let her be happy, why do you like seeing me be miserable, why don't you let me just finally get happy"

"I do want you to be happy" Darkwing said as he tried blocking her punches.

"Then why won't you let me get adopted"

"Because I don't like seeing you with another family, I wanted to be the one to make you happy"

Gosalyn stops as her emotions got fried on the emotional roller coaster.

"Gosalyn I-"

"Gosalyn the Danvilles are here" the care giver said.

"Look I got to go, I got to meet my new family, hopefully they won't run away this time, bye Darkwing"

She grabs her suitcase and walks away from him.

Darkwing had a choice to make, he could let her go or he could fight for her.

"Gosalyn" drake grabbed her shoulder and she turned screaming at him.

"JUST LET ME GO DAD" she yelled.

But she open her eyes wide as she realized what she just said.

She saw how shocked Darkwing was, feeling embarrassed, she accidentally drops her suitcase.

She bends down to pick it up then Darkwing grabs her hand.

She backs away to the wall when he got close to her.

"I didn't mean-it was a accident-wait..just wait-I'm sorry" she tried to apologize.

Then by her shocking surprise, darkwing bend down and hugs her.

He nuzzled his beak against her and she was surprised by the hug but breaks down and lowers her head in his shoulders and cries as she returns the hug back.

And after a moment of emotional cuddling, they laid on her bed, he had her hands in his.

She was admiring his hands as she was touching them.

"You look nice in that dress" Darkwing complimented her.

"Thanks" gosalyn said.

"But why are you wearing a dress anyway"

"Because the orphanage says that if I'm ever going to get adopted, I had to wear a dress and be perfect"

"That's not true and you look beautiful without the dress"

"Really" gosalyn asked as she looks up at him.

"Are you accident prone" gosalyn asked.

"What"

"Well every time you fight crime, you always get hurt and I don't like it, it makes me worry and I'm afraid that you get hurt then I won't see you again"

"Hey don't worry I'm fine, I maybe get hurt but my accident always gets me out of trouble and I'm scrappy and I'm used to get"

"Really how do you do it"

"That's easy I think of the most important thing that keeps me strong"

"What's that" Gosalyn asked.

"You"

Gosalyn was surprised when she saw drake get up and gets on his knees, taking her hands.

"Huh" gosalyn was puzzled.

"Gosalyn, I'm so sorry about everything, I wish I could do anything to take it back, and I don't want you to end up alone and miserable without a family, so o want you to be my daughter"

"What" she was speechless, "you would want to have me for a daughter, but don't I annoy you"

"Yes, You make me want to pull my feathers out but in a good way, you help keep me sane from dealing with the mcduck family"

"What is it exactly that you like about me"

"I like your spirit and I like how you make me happy and I don't want you to stop that spirit of yours"

"I don't know" gosalyn said as she takes her hands back.

"Gosalyn I promise you, I will be the perfect dad you need and I will never ever hurt you again, I promise"

"You don't need to be perfect, I just need you to be there for me on my darkest time"

"I promise" drake said.

Gosalyn smiled and she wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging him.

She savor his touches when he hugged her back.

Then the scene changes to gosalyn hugging drake as he was holding her abd carrying her suitcase while yelling at the rude Karen care giver.

"Now mr. Mallard let's just talk about this"

"I'm going home and I'm taking gosalyn home with me and frankly, I don't think you're right for this orphanage, I'm calling child services and your fired"

"Fired" the care giver panicked as she starts to shake.

"No please"

"Oh and another thing, gosalyn is perfect just the way she is and you have no right to talk to her like that, now excuse me I have to take my daughter home.

It made Gosalyn smiled hearing him call her his daughter.