#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

[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.

[queenofthequillandink]

I can't remember if you've described how the Everlasting Trio looks like aged up. Or if Dannys ghostform looks different, so official petition for a short list of descriptors? Like Height, Hair, general clothing etc. Maybe Ellie and Jazz as well ❤️

Sorry to bother you!

I have to go through what I wrote to make sure I don't contradict myself lol, but here we go:

Danny: 24, 5'6. He keeps his hair a little shorter than in the show, close on the sides and longer on top. He filled out a little and is a little broader in the shoulder, but he's still skinny and years of not getting enough food for his increased caloric needs left his growth more stunted than it would have been otherwise. He tends towards looser clothing, a habit from hiding how muscular he was in high school. Plus, he just likes to be comfy. When his death injury is acting up, he wears a wrist compression brace on his left arm. His canines (top and bottom) could properly be called fangs. He gets more sleep than he used to, but has pretty permanent dark circles.

Danny's ghost form is a little more ghostly than it used to be. His teeth are sharper, his ears are longer and pointed, and his skin has a green under tint to it. I am a big fan of the "constellation freckles" fanon, so I'm keeping it.

Sam: 24, 5'3. Sam keeps her hair a little longer than in the show, down past her shoulders, though she still likes the half up, half down style. She dresses punk/goth with a little more street fashion flair than you can get in a kids tv show.

Think this:

She still likes dramatic makeup choices, like black or purple lipstick and heavy eyeliner.

Her canines are a little sharper, but not noticably inhuman. She's taken to wearing brown contacts day to day and only going out with her purple eyes (which I've decided are natural because fight me) as Aconite.

Tucker: 24, 5'10. Tuck's hair is longer and dreaded. Up until this moment, they were relatively short but then I tried to find a reference photo and found this

-and fell in love instantly so he has long dreads that he wears like this. He is the master of comfy cozy. He wears a dress shirt and slacks to work, but as soon as he's home, he is in the biggest, comfiest sweater. This man owns so many cardigans. It's about the soft 🤌. He no longer wears the beret(?) thing from canon, but does love him a good beanie. He is never seen without tech of some kind. He teeth are sharp like Sam's.

I know in canon, Tucker's eyes are blue, but I always imagine them brown anyway. Whichever direction you go, the irises have gold threaded in them now (bleedover from being Pharaoh). I am very bad at picking new glasses for people, but I think he's switched to bigger frames. Maybe something like this:

Jay: 15, 5'4. You've already nailed Jay's look in your art, but his skin is a touch darker than Danny's. They both have freckles and similar hair, though Jay's has a curl. He prefers simple, comfortable outfits: pretty much all of his wardrobe is jeans, tshirts, and sweatshirts. His eyes are teal. He doesn't (yet?) have fangs in human form.

Jazz: 26, 6'3. Jazz keeps her hair long like in canon, down to her waist. She typically dresses in business casual or equally sharp outfits. Even in her personal life, she's very well dressed. I absolutely imagine her as the kind of person who doesn't even dress down for travel, hence her wearing business casual on a plane. She usually keeps the makeup pretty light unless she's looking to be intimidating, in which case she has a special tube of maroon lipstick that Sam gave her. She has small but visible fangs in human form.

Elle: 21, 5'5. Ellie is visibly muscular, lean in the way those Super Outdoors people are. She also dresses in sturdy outdoors clothes and solid hiking boots, good for travelling, though she has some fun outfits that are a mishmash of fashion from all over the world. She has several ear piercings. Preferentially, she has long hair as an undercut, though it sometimes grows out as she travels.

She's rarely without her backpack, in which she keeps all of her essentials. She has tons of interesting scar stories and I imagine more than one spur-of-the-moment tattoo. In fact, I've just decided that she has the silhouette of a bird flying into the sunrise on her right shoulder.

These are just guidelines, so feel free to make some decisions yourself!

[inhurtandincomfort]

Meet the cast! (aka my OCs!)

Finally time to introduce my OCs! I'm sure I'll be making more in the future and will keep this updated. You will notice I have a lot more to say about my fantasy OCs - this is because I've been working on their universe for some years now and though I'm very indecisive and there's a lot of changes, a lot of back-and-forth, it is much easier for me to develop these ones I'm familiar with. The Vampire OCs were created like a week ago - they're still very early in development! We will surely be learning about them together :) I hope you enjoy them regardless! Please feel free to ask questions, I love my OCs more than life itself

MY FANTASY WORLD

Eldwin Wishtmane (he/they)

(Neka)

Age: 22-24. An illegal sorcerer free from the governments grasp and a "warlock" - someone who has conspired with demons - Eldwin fled home at a young age and was captured and sold to the Black Syndicate, the most powerful criminal organization in the country. Naturally he has many enemies, from the court of law to the dregs of the underworld; an Unmarked mage is a rare and valuable thing, and a warlock is a sinner who threw away their humanity the moment they made a pact. 

He is 5'4 with a slender build, a little underweight due to high stress and poor eating habits and a youthful face with soft features. He has pale silver eyes and short-to-mid length black hair that develops streaks of white. He has a tattoo-like sigil on the back of his right hand which is the mark of his demon pact with a scar running through it, a brand on the right side of his neck that is a mark of the Syndicates ownership, and a crudely carved scar below his left collarbone. He favours formal clothing in dark colours and hates showing much skin. He wears gloves to hide the sigil. 

He is very stoic and reserved, unwilling to get close to people or show any vulnerability. He develops some very unhealthy coping mechanisms.

Destrian Advyre (any pronouns)

(picrew)

Age: 22-24.  Half wood-elf, half Dragonkin, an ancient race descended from the Goddess of Dragons. Both elves and dragonkin possess keener senses than humans.. Destrian is the deputy leader of the Supernatural Detective Agency, or the SDA, a private mercenary agency that deals with anything from private investigations, fighting monsters and retrieving rare items from dungeons. 

5'6 with a lithe build. Has brown hair with a russet undertone xe wears in a braid that falls almost to his knees, and golden brown eyes. He has gold-coloured horns and smattering of golden spots rather like scales across his arms, shoulders and neck. The gold on her face is facepaint worn for ceremonies. She typically wears sturdy but comfortable clothes in brown and purple tones, but loves dressing up for occasions in elegant clothes in rich colours, namely reds, golds and purples. 

She is a kind and gentle soul, seemingly carefree but harbors growing feelings of guilt and inferiority inside. She always puts everyone else before herself, and buries her own feelings deep in order to not cause trouble for others.

Ancassius Lailicci (he/him)

(picrew)

Age: 24-26. He is part-selkie - his maternal grandmother was selkie and the children and grandchildren were blessed with exceptional swimming and diving ability, can hold their breath for about 30 minutes, and can tolerate cold better than most humans. Despite that his favourite countries to visit are warm ones, and he never spends a winter in Aenora if he can help it - he refuses to be seen without his tan. He doesn't like to spend too long in one place anyway; his heart longs for the sea and he's never happier than when he's on his own ship surrounded by a loyal crew and sailing the ocean making new discoveries and riches. 

He is about 6'3 with a strong, board build with hazel eyes and dyed-red hair that he keeps long, either loose or in a low ponytail. (His natural hair colour is brown). Curiously, he also appears to have slightly webbed fingers. He is rather vain and takes great pride in his appearance. He tends to wear open shirts and grand jackets with equally grand hats and favours gold jewellery - lots of jewellery.

He is boisterous and passionate, and tends to make friends wherever he goes. He claims to be a pirate and while he does sometimes plunder some wealthy merchant ships, most of his time is spent travelling the world looking for treasure and smuggling illicit goods - maybe attack a slaver ship or two. But just because he's not overly violent doesn't mean he isn't to be respected - he went from a deckhand to the feared pirate queen Shao Yijun to a Captain in his own right. He can be just as ruthless as his mentor when necessary. 

Seasaìdh [sheh-see] (She/her)

(neka)

Age: 30 by the time she meets Ancassius. A Selkie. An adventurous young woman, she met a human man on the shore and he stole her skin and made her to marry him. He was kind at first, but then he turned cruel and forced her into slavery. She longs for the sea, but without her skin, she cannot go home, and she has no idea if she'll ever find it.

She is 5'2, with green-grey eyes and long black hair that reaches her thighs. She will not let her past control her, and remains a cheerful and optimistic person. She is very gentle and nurturing, and also very strong-willed, refusing to let herself be taken advantage of again. After being freed by Ancassius' and his crew, she joins up with them, her thirst for adventure and desire to see the world never fading. But she still waits for the day she finds her skin, and can return home.

MODERN VAMPIRES

Liana Coleman (she/her)

(picrew)

Age: 27.  A struggling freelance artist. It's a cold winter night when her car breaks down in the middle of nowhere. Faced with either freezing to death in her car or potentially freezing to death on the road trying to find someone who can help, she makes the trek and ends up at an old manor house...

She is 5'7 with a rather average build and black hair that falls to her shoulders in springy coils. She wears casual, comfortable clothing and favours a more neutral palette.

She has a curious nature and a habit of getting involved in business she shouldn't - but she does have everyones best interests at heart. She's friendly if a little awkward and clumsy, and keeps an active social life.

Adelia Morgan (she/her)

(picrew)

Age: 210.  She lives in an old mansion with other vampires, lead by the Elder. When a shivering human woman arrives at her door one stormy night, Adelia has a decision to make. She was turned into a vampire in 1844 at the age of 30. She was an aspiring writer and had a husband and three children. When she was turned she murdered her family in uncontrollable bloodlust and facing persecution, fled to her vampire clan where she lives to this day.

5'9 and slim with dark hair in tight curls around shoulder length. Her brown skin holds a vaguely unhealthy complexion, her eyes are a deep red and she has dainty looking fangs. She typically wears glamorous floor-length gowns in deep colours, usually black or red, and is also fond of jewellery. Except silver. 

A once loving woman, over the years her heart hardened, haunted by the guilt of what she did to her previous family and trapped under the thumb of her master, the Elder who turned her. 

[arcenergy]

Would you be willing to share more info about Drax?? Pwease 👉👈

i have an obscenely long lore document but it's out of date at this point because my brainrot runs a mile a minute but drax tldr

ishgardian but got kicked out (his dad sux)

always pretty good with magic but never got the chance to practice

very quiet, emotionally stunted, didnt think much of himself

wandered around gridania from ~16-26. at first it was just random gigs to have some money but he eventually got into the adventuring gig because he crashed a lot of bars/inns/taverns and the usual crowds ended up squeezing his name/occupation out of him. drax at this point is like the vid of the dude reading a book at the tyler the creator concert

at first adventuring gigs were for the money and the people he traveled with were decent enough but he got more of an emotional attachment after dalamud fell and now he was Actually helping people

got considerably better at magic during his travels also started doing suspicious black magic oOOooOOOoooooooo but he's really good at blowing stuff up so its ok :) ! nothing bad happens i prommy

when hydaelyn gives her blessing of light it turns his brown eyes into that dodge ram bright ass yellow highbeams and it's genuinely unnerving for most people when they first see him and drax hated it until he ends up enjoying being hydaelyn's silliest soldier and sees it as physical proof of her blessing

during ARR MSQ he ends up going a little too hard on the magic and its killing him a little bit so he gets the emo white strips of hair

he's like omg no its ok ill stop <3 and then never stops. at all. he gets way overboard into the insane hero complex and obsessed w hydaelyn bc he didnt feel like he had a purpose until God Told Him So so he continually pushes himself and causes considerable injury to himself until it becomes routine years later

ends up becoming a drk after haurchefart dies cuz he feels bad about the homie and wants to take a more proactive role in protecting his friends instead of being a low life dps player. he also gets a little silly during heavensward (killed a LOT of templar knights)

also during heavensward since he lost the blessing for a lil bit the highbeams got turned off and his eyes were brown again n he hated people seeing it bc it was Vulnerable for him but in reality 99% ishgardians had 0 idea he looked any different and were freaked the fuck out by the pope killing, dragon-slaying man running around ishgard covered in blood and gore from WHO knows what and now he has lightbulbs for eyes. No fucking wonder people thought it was the end of days if they looked outside their window and saw THAT guy

also a set of duo as in Two ! warriors of light with my friends oc risu bc what's the point if there's no crazy homoerotic drama

drax is genuinely nice and kindhearted though i dont think that ever went away even as time went on. there's still a big soft spot in his heart for looking out for people as he gains an immense amount of empathy towards others during his travels/especially after the 'protector of Literally Everyone' role gets forced on his shoulders. he cares so much it's practically his downfall because he'd rather cut off his own hand then even risk the possibility of harming someone else with that hand. it doesnt help that he didnt view himself very highly before turning into a "hero" so now his self worth hinges on everyone thinking he's doing a Very Good Job being Hydaelyn's Specialest Guy at all times even though the light has nearly killed him like 30 fucking times at this point

i think he became more mentally unwell after killing hydaelyn and is trying to exist in a world that she left for everyone to do what they want with but drax never had the opportunity to do anything he ever wanted his entire life (and now hydaelyn essentially dictating the rest of his life by slapping her blessing on him) and he's now trying to fill the void by doing random shit until something clicks. stay tuned if this works out for him

ty for asking about him. ill fix the lore doc eventually (i wont)

[lunaatique]

Welcome to Aurora Bay, [LUNA IONA]! I couldn’t help but notice you look an awful lot like [JANEL PARRISH]. You must be the [37] year old [MUSIC TEACHER AT AURORA BAY GRADE SCHOOL]. Word is you’re [CREATIVE] but can also be a bit [OVERBEARING] and your favorite song is [MAKE ME FEEL by JANELLE MONAE]. I also heard you’ll be staying in [SEABROOK QUARTER]. I’m sure you’ll love it!

[ treasured by bijou, 23, she/her, EST ]

GENERAL INFO

full name. luna xiang iona nickname(s). lulu, pidge, mama birthdate. june 23rd, 1986 birthplace. kailua-kona, hawaii, the united states zodiac. cancer sun, taurus rising, capricorn moon gender identity. cis woman (she/her) orientation. heterosexual occupation. music teacher at aurora bay grade school

APPEARANCE INFO

weight. 127 lbs height. 157 cm (5'2") build. petite. eye colour. brown hair colour / style. natural brunette, loves wearing it half up/half down with bows or other things to accessorize! complexion. more oily than dry, olive undertones. distinguishing features? she has a birthmark on her right cheek, near her nose and just under her eye.

PERSONALITY INFO

positive traits. creative, motherly, optimistic, romantic negative traits. overbearing, stubborn, hot-headed fears. her son getting hurt, losing her job, being hated likes.

pastels + neutrals

puzzles!

playing piano

teaching!! she loves all sorts of teaching

romance novels / shows / movies

tarot reading

dislikes.

disrespectful students

racists (+other bigotry)

donuts

being angry

FAMILY INFO

father. makani iona mother. beth davies sibling(s). unnamed sister (younger) children? yes, one son named Benjamin pet(s). a golden retriever puppy named freddie, and 2 cats (coffee and creamer. they are siblings and their breed is burmese!!)

BIOGRAPHY

tw// domestic abuse, alcoholism, pregnancy, death

luna was born into a home that wasn't exactly stable. her parents were constantly fighting, mainly over makani's (her father) alcohol use. luna remembers the night she spent holding her younger sister as she cried, whilst her parents fought only one room over. nothing changed for years, until finally makani had a little too much to drink. instead of taking his anger out on a wall (like he normally would), he actually took it out on beth (luna's mother) instead. that was the final straw - luna took it upon herself to stop her dad for good. one day, when her father was out buying more liquor, she convinced her mother to pack. beth actually listened.. packing as fast as she could before finally filling the car with both bags and her children.

luna hasn't been back to hawaii since. she was 16 when they left, and the way she saw her father treat her mother... she was worried she would find someone like him - someone sweet with honeyed words but their actions say the reverse. yet that wasn't true, as when she was 26, she finally met the love of her life... cullen monroe.

they met in a wendy's, totally romantic, right? the moment he shared his fries, luna was hooked. even when cullen was hired on the police force, whilst she was worried for him, she supported every decision.

a few years later, cullen comes home to a nervous luna. he's confused, until she pulls out the pregnancy test that is positive. he's ecstatic, picking her up and twirling her around the room before whispering sweet words to her stomach. that very same year.. things went very wrong.

cullen wasn't answering luna's texts. she's 8 months pregnant, sore practically everywhere. that's when the door bell rings, the small female struggling to stand before walking to the door. as she opens it, she's greeted by the chief of police.. telling her that cullen was killed by a rogue shooter that very night.

the chief will never forget the sound that came from her.

when benjamin is born, she finally can't take it anymore - so she packs up and moves once more. this time, to aurora bay. she's been there for 5 years now.

[b3ast0fburd3n]

Muse List for B3AST0FBURD3N

This is the last time I'm gonna switch between multi/single I swEAR

All in fc3, 2012 for ease of timeline management. those without full bios will have them soon.

PRIMARY:

Eden Seed (21) - Daughter of The Father himself, Eden holds her values and beliefs close to her chest. She is strong and independent, slow to friendship but fiercely loyal and always willing to do what it takes to get the job done. PROUD, ENVIOUS and WRATHFUL. She values softness and kindness in others while never allowing herself the same grace. Eden does not command respect, she’s too awkward, but at least now the pirates have stopped calling her Angel. 

She can often be found working around the North island, handling shipments, hunting, or, if others are doing the same, relaxing by the water.

Notable physical traits: Eden has heterochromia (ITS PLOT OKAY) blue/brown, short blonde hair buzzed except in the front and back (think mohawk without the middle. mowk), covered in religious scars and tattoos, 5'9. FC is Kristen Stewart.

quick bio, characterhub (full bio, outdated tbh)

She also has fc4/ 5/ ND details, to be discussed later when I actually write them down

THE REST:

Atticus Hayes (34) - Will not answer to Atticus, you’re better off with just Hayes. Overgrown manchild, just as awkward as his friend and roommate, Eden, without the foresight to stop talking. Lazy hedonist, complainer, annoyance. Just as sexist and grotesque as the rest of the pirates. Despite being in the military, his personality led to him not being invited to the privateers. Hayes tries to avoid work as much as possible, he's often lounging at a bar or hanging around other pirates, annoying them with his constant rambling.

Notable physical traits: Absolutely covered in scars. 2012 pre-Brody sees most of them on his body, including the lack of both little fingers, left middle and right ring fingers. 2012 Post-Brody includes fresh slices across his face (skin no longer dangling, thank you medic) from his former best friend. Buzzed brown hair, brown eyes, 6'4. and bc I don't know where to put it: From Australia.

this is the oldest drawing on my current laptop (like three or four years old) but it is unfortunately the most accurate (excluding the gages). fc is Brad Pitt from Fight Club!

Charlie Barlow (16) - Tech extraordinaire. He graduated high school early, so his mom took him on a cruise! How sweet! Until they run low on gas and float too close to Rook. After watching his mother be slaughtered by pirates, Charlie lost a piece of himself and gained a new life goal. Survive. He'll do anything to get on someone's good side, throw anyone under the bus. Entirely loyal to himself. Only being on the island for a year, most people don't know Charlie, and after an unfortunate meeting with Vaas left him chair bound, most don't see him. He stays in his shack, with limited internet connection doing whatever Eden (or anyone who threatens him) asks.

Notable physical traits: 5'6, grown out buzz, red hair with hints of black box dye on the tips, E carved into his cheek, brown eyes, squints because he lost his glasses.

fc is Nathan Westling

Elias Dubois (26) - Quiet, pensive, clean freak. Genuinely has OCD and also happens to prefer things neat. VERY clean, bathes at least once every two days, has two cabinets full of bleach and soap. No one is fully in control on Rook, not even Hoyt. Elias strives to control everything he can, including his own space and the makeshift cafe where he prepares food. Not particularly friendly with anyone aside from customer service politeness, he prefers to keep to himself by not sharing many personal details. This is just a defense, though, Elias is deeply void of human connection and severely touch starved. Stays in his cafe most of the time, has a small bedroom in the back, only really leaves to collect shipments of food/supplies sent to him.

Notable physical traits: 6'1, Green eyes, light brown hair usually pulled back but always up when he's cooking. Mustache and scruff on his chin. A couple scattered tattoos.

fc is Kyle Gallner

Mahsuri Hasan (29) - Mahsuri comes from a long line of Seers, her chosen divination tool is cards. All are welcome to her tent, as long as they obey the policy: Leave your weapons at the door. Suri is a friendly and generous person, no one leaves her without a small trinket or rock to guide them along their way. Even when dealing with the pirates, she keeps her opinions to herself and tries to offer them some respite from their tumultuous lives. She grew up with the Rakyat, but finds more value in playing both sides than living for only one, despite her diehard allegiance to Citra. Can always be found in her tent, if not then she's being friendly with the residents of Badtown.

Notable physical traits: Brown dreadlocked hair, brown eyes, scars on her wrists from a run in with pirates. Carries a shoulder bag with her main deck in it.

fc is Danai Gurira

[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.

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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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