#he's pretty much an OC at this point just like Minnie

[justrainandcoffee]

Target (Luca Changretta x fem!oc)

I still don't know if this is going to be a complete fic, but for now here you have this. I started to write it last week, I planned to post it before Christmas but I couldn't.

Tina belongs to @call-sign-shark . Detective!Luca is mine same as his cats.

Warnings: Mentions of killing. Tommy is the victim. Modern AU.

"You are the best", the man in front of him looked nervous, gazing the tabby cat that was sitting on the detective's desk.

"That's what people say," Luca murmured keeping his straight face. "Do you have any problems with my cat, Mr. Shelby?"

"I don't like cats," the man named Arthur answered.

"My cats don't like you either. Minerva here," Luca said pointing at the aforementioned tabby cat "always let me know who is trustworthy and who's not. And guess what, Mr. Shelby, I don't trust you."

"It's not about trustworthy. It's about help. 'M not here to be your fucking friend, Mr. Changretta. I need you to investigate who killed my brother two years ago, because the fuckin' cops didn't do anything."

"I'm not surprised at all. So," Luca said looking at the file in his computer, "Thomas Michael Shelby. 35 years old, widower. Horses, mmh? He did a fucking fortune thanks to the races. So? Someone wanted to steal his stallion? Maybe business went bad? Did he have any enemies?"

"You're asking me the same questions the cops asked! I want solutions!"

"I can't help if I don't know who he was, Mr. Shelby. Any lovers? Women? Men? Both?"

"Many women. But mostly one night stand. Nothing serious since his wife died... Also was killed."

"What a tragedy," Luca said not showing any feelings. "Did they catch her killer?"

"Yeah. They did. He worked alone, he's in lifetime prison."

"No one works alone, I'll investigate that crime, too. Did you bring the money? Cash."

Arthur Shelby nodded, still nervous, but gave him the bills. Detective Changretta took his time to count it and then put it in an electronic safe. "I'll let you know what I got once I know anything. And I'll need your permission to go to your residence."

"Of course you can."

Luca just nodded and after staring at Arthur, this one opted for finally leave the dark office.

"Guess is time for you to eat the finest meat, Minnie," he said to Minerva who was looking at him after Arthur Shelby left. "And your babies, too."

Crimes were pretty common around the world and England wasn't the exception. Even more when money was part of the deal. Love and money were always the two main reasons for killing someone. He didn't know Thomas Shelby and his life apart from what his brother told him but he was willing to investigate. Rich people were always interested to spy.

Luca was in the market. His mind was racing around his new case when a young voice brought him back to reality.

"Sir? Are you okay?"

Luca blinked twice and looked at the young woman next to him. Slim, dark haired, with a captivated smile. But not much as her eyes. Luca couldn't determine at first sight if she was wearing contact glasses or if her heterochromia was natural but her yellow eye caught his attention.

"Yes. I'm okay, thanks."

"I'm sorry, it just seemed you looked a bit lost."

"Thinking about work. As usual... But it's fine. Looking for some meat."

"Oh! You should try the Cacciatore. People say they the best meat around here. Ideal for busy men who want to relax a bit after work," the girl said winking his yellow eye. "Give it a try, sir."

Strange people weren't uncommon for him, but there was something unique about the beautiful girl next to him.

"I will."

"Don't forget to thank me when you try it tonight, sir," she said with a final smile after leaving the aisle and he couldn't help but smile as well.

But what Luca thought after she turned around and left, was that the mysterious young woman had a sight that could kill.

[pluviowriting]

In the Eye of the Beholder

So like I’m a bit late because the day is almost over but this is my entry for Garreth Weasley Fest 2024 ! My prompt was “Life drawing model (Garreth poses for a semi nude painting)”. This has been so fun and it was such a pleasure to participate.

Big big shout out to the wonderful @ellivenollivander and @cuffmeinblack for organizing all of this. You can find so much more Garreth content on @garrethweasleyfest !!!

18+ || MDNI || Content Warnings: explicit smut, aged up characters (this takes place a couple years post Hogwarts), lil bit of a size kink, dirty talk, unprotected p in v sex, Garreth’s pull out game is pretty strong, please let me know if I missed anything else

Word Count: 1.3k

Garreth Weasley x f!Non-MC!OC

Garreth had never been an insecure man. He liked his messy hair and his freckles. He thought he had nice eyes and a handsome smile. He liked the shape he was in, most of the time. He was relatively fit, his time spent farming had paid off and kept him in shape after finishing his schooling. It showed most when he went out, as he never seemed to struggle to find a witch to warm his bed.

There had been a sheet posted in the Three Broomsticks looking for volunteers to be models for some artist out in Brocburrow. His confidence in himself and a few too many drinks with Leander and Lucan, celebrating the latter’s graduation from Hogwarts, led to him signing his name and leaving his address for an owl on the sign up sheet. He watched as his already messy handwriting - made worse by the liquor flowing through his veins - disappeared on the parchment thanks to a variation of the protean charm. Not that he was sober enough to name it at this point. He returned to the table to the sound of hoots and jeers from his two fellow Gryffindors. By the time they left that night, he had forgotten all about it.

Within a week, there was an unfamiliar owl tapping at his window around lunch. He took the parchment from its outstretched leg, giving the bird a treat before it took off. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he tried to figure out who had written him before unrolling the parchment.

“Good morning Mr. Weasley,

I hope this letter finds you well. I’m writing in regards to the live model posting made in the Three Broomsticks. You provided your name and address as someone who may be interested in posing. The session will take place in Brocburrow next weekend. If you have no time conflicts and are still interested in having your portrait painted, I’ll meet you by the floo point in Brocburrow at noon. Please try to be punctual. If you have any further questions before next weekend, please feel free to write. You can send your owl to…”

The young woman, based on the signature at the bottom, provided her address and her name. He debated until the weekend whether he’d actually go or not. As the sun rose on Saturday morning and he realized he had less to do than he thought and it was only eight o’clock. He had plenty of time to finish his usual chores and get cleaned up before noon. He hurried through what he could, though he did curse at the chickens when they took their sweet time evacuating the coop. He was covered in sweat and dirt by the time he returned to his cottage.

By the time he popped through the floo at ten minutes before noon, he looked like a completely different man. He looked around before his eyes met those of a witch who was sitting in front of the floo.

“Mr. Weasley?”

She stood before he answered, her hand extending to shake his as she introduced herself.

“Minerva. You’re welcome to call me Minnie if you’d like.”

“You can just call me Garreth. Mr. Weasley is my dad,” he smiled as he shook her hand and his eyes raked over her much smaller figure.

The pair chatted idly as Minerva led the way to her portrait studio, admiring the leaves as they were changing due to the upcoming colder weather. As they entered the room, it was obvious where Garreth was meant to sit. He looked to the artist for guidance, since he knew he was simply there to be her muse, so to speak.

The young woman’s cheeks tinted slightly. “So, you’ll be posed in the middle there. You’ll have to remain relatively still, but it would be quite uncomfortable if we were just sitting here silently. So until I need your face, we’ll chat and I’ll try and make the face last and fast.”

Garreth chuckled and nodded at her explanation. “Pose me however you want, I’m just here to help you channel your artistic expertise.”

~~~~

When he said “however you want”, this hadn’t been what Garreth was expecting. Most of his clothes were folded on a chair and there was a black sheet draped over his lap. Minerva had very carefully adorned his red curls with a golden leafed headband that made him feel like a Greek god. Her hands had been all over his arms and his back as she posed him in a way that he assumed made the muscles in those parts the main focus. She had very gently turned his head to the side, and he allowed himself to scan over her face. He could already tell her pupils were dilated, and he heard her breath hitch when their eyes locked and green met the warmest brown he had ever seen.

He wasn’t sure who leaned in first, but he blinked and suddenly he was kissing the softest lips he had ever felt. He felt fingers tangle in his hair and pull, causing a moan to bubble up from his chest.

Garreth shifted, getting the witch settled beneath him. He worked eagerly to get her bared beneath him, pulling back to admire every inch of skin he could get his eyes and lips on.

“Bloody gorgeous…” he groaned as his head dipped down and he took a pert nipple between his lips. His tongue laved over the hardened bud to the tune of the prettiest whines to grace his ears. He pulled off one with a pop before giving her other breast the same attention.

“Garreth please,” she breathed, looking down at him through hooded eyes.

It was all the encouragement he needed to reach down and coat his fingers in her arousal before bringing them to her clit. He rubbed tight circles over the bundle of nerves, unable to fight the smirk on his face.

“Do all your muses get you this wet, little Minnie?”

Her answer never came, a moan tumbling from her lips as he pushed two fingers into her. He crooned, the tone turning condescending as he spoke.

“Merlin’s beard. Squeezing my fingers so tight. Dunno how you’re gonna take my cock.”

His thumb moved to rub her clit while his fingers continued to pump into her aching heat. He took cues from her to figure out the best angle, best pace, best rhythm. Garreth Weasley was nothing if not attentive to his partners.

“That’s it Minnie. Come on. I can feel it. Cum for me baby.”

With a loud cry of his name, he felt her walls fluttering around his fingers as her back arched off the stage. He wasted no time ridding himself of what little clothing remained on his body and very slowly worked every throbbing inch into the pretty artist beneath him. He watched her face, relishing in the way her eyes widened as she felt the stretch.

“I know. You’re doing so good for me. Such a good girl.”

“‘S so…” she trailed off into a whine, her eyes rolling back as he bottomed out.

“I know. And you’re taking all of it so well.”

With her confirmation, he started to rock his hips. He started slower but gradually he got faster, and based on the way Minerva was dragging her nails down his back he had found a good speed.

His hand moved between them, once again searching to increase her pleasure. As Garreth pushed them both, he could once again feel her impending release growing closer. It didn’t take much to work them both over the edge, and Garreth painted her stomach white.

He fell beside her, his heart racing and his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.

“So,” she asked breathlessly, still trying to get her bearings, “are you free to pose next week?”

[dexalyys]

Sorry for sending so many asks about psf, I’m having a really strong re-hyperfixation lol. Just wanted to ask how much the main cast and storyline has changed from its roots of plushdela, like what storylines were scrapped, what the original outline of plushdela was and how it differs from the current storyline, etc.

OH YEAH ITS LIKE. CRAZY DIFFERENT it’s always been constantly evolving, so i’ll outline 3 different stages:

og plushdela: like i’m talking FIRST concept. and i’m gonna be using the old names when i talk abt this bc i don’t want to associate it with the current cast. cesar was just going to fucking kill everyone in increasingly horrible ways and it was going to be entirely from his pov.

like halfway through pre-reboot: decided people got too attached to the cast and had to write a new plot. pretty much just involved them driving to the tech shop for supplies, then going to the toystore to take down toymaker, with varying results (this was back when it had 3 potential endings)

current psf script: chapter one will consist of two sides, A and B. the first to highlight theo and cassie’s day-to-day life and plushies and the parts of being human that they miss and how they’ve adapted to the change (plus my brother’s oc minnie making an appearance, then immediately going missing LMAO). the second is a stark contrast, starting with sharkie taking out a plushie target right away. that’ll go into depth on their lives and the work they do and the mental toll it takes on them + how plushies’ existence impacted the trajectories of both their lives. they only come into contact with theo later due to will having a medical emergency, so the og attack never happens. theo finds out they’re bounty hunters from sharkie and relays this to will later, and asks if they’re the ones behind the disappearance of minnie, to which will is like No hunters never come around here, all the towns are dead so nobody places any bounties, it couldn’t have been them or any other hunters. he also mentions that he’s looking for his mom so theo is like Hey what is we looked for them together! and sharkie & cass are both like Absolutely Not but will & theo have made up their minds so

okay i’m stopping there i just realised im rambling beyond reason. point being i have made plans to include a lot of other side characters and plot lines that derail the main cast. i think you guys are gonna love nathan and his gang

[ranger-rai]

I'm currently in the "torturing my OC" phase and I dunno why.

Rai recovered from his Multiversal adventure and became a lot more serious and jaded, constantly on defense and worried about some unexpected threat.

This begins to affect his life a lot. His work, friendships, and even his pokemon are worried.

At some point I like to think he has an intervention from everyone, and while he consistently claims he's ok, he's really just spiraling, doubling down on his self doubt and anxiety, not sure what to do anymore and claiming all is lost before he's given a big slap across the face by Tia.

They help pull him out of his slump, and he slowly begins coming back to his old self, still a looming threat of danger, but he's dealing with it better.

He also begins training in battles and using the new Z-Ring and Key Stone he acquired.

At some point, he also gained the confidence to finally ask out Tia, feeling that life is too short to panic over everything.

Turns out he does have an affinity for battles, but he still doesn't enjoy them as much as he doesn't like putting his pokemon and the people he cares about in danger.

He trains with his Unity System more so he can be stronger for his team and even works out more to push the power forward.

Rai also finally confronts his sister and his mother, nit wanting to let his only family be bitter at each other in the event something happens, finally lifting such a huge weight off of his shoulders.

This becomes not a return to Rai but an emergence of a newer, better Rai who is taking more of an initiative, even crippling a major crime ring because of his new atteiveness.

Rai feels more confident but also deals with some conflicts and changes within his social circle.

Eddie has been helping manage media for the Wild Dragoons and struck up some connections with other teams, pushing him more and more into brand coverage, something he's pretty good at, and they encourage him to pursue it.

Jo has noticed that Minnie isn't living up to her full potential, pulling up her file and revealing she was able to become a Special Ops Ranger, but she didn't take it in order to stay with Rai, to which Jo calls her an idiot for hindering her own potential for her friend, rather for her being too scared to branch out of her comfort zone.

Rai supports her choice as she goes off to become a Special Ops Ranger, leaving Rai and Jo as the only real consistent rangers, with volunteers making up most of the staff.

Rai is mostly alone, but he is glad for his friends as he maintains Sinnoh's peace and cheers on his girlfriend as she continues to tear up the competition.

However, an incident involving a royal family of Dragon Clan from Kalos appears in the middle of a match, choosing to confront Tia and her team for blasphemous practices and stealing from them.

A whole new challenge emerges.

[cherryeol04]

Action! | Ch. 18

Genre: Humor, Romance, Slice of life?, Crackheadedness

Pairings: BaekRen, MinRon

Work Count: 1.2K

Summary:  From the moment he was casted, Ren wasn't sure if he had what it would take to be a pop idol. Losing faith in himself, he was going to give up the future he had always wanted, but one person stood by his side and renewed his faith. After a hot debut and rapid growth of stardom, Ren started to notice that maybe this person, his close friend, was something more. But how could a straight man even remotely think of a homosexual relationship?

Warnings: Homophobia, some smut (chapters will be marked)

A/N: I wrote this series back in 2012 and used OCs and over the top writing style for arguments. Whoops. Lmao it’s pretty decent though, so I hope you enjoy!

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Minhyun’s POV

I’m worried for Ren. When the announcement came, he actually fell out of his seat in shock. It was a great shock to all of us. We were still rookies. Normally more experienced idols got to be put on the show. It wasn’t as bad as I first thought when I heard about the show. The idols really didn’t get married, which I think some fans overreact about. But it’s more like a variety show, with challenges and the like. More like watching MTV Diary. I remember shooting and then watching it on TV. I still tease Aron-hyung to this day about his high note contest with Ren. Honestly, did he think he could win? Ren and Baekho, they got the high notes. I know I can reach some, but they are amazing.

Still, it threw us for a loop. Though it was comforting to know he was paired up with Uee noona, from After School. He’ll be in good hands. But I don’t think Ren sees it that way. And I found it strange. The other hadn’t said a thing about liking Baekho. At least I don’t think so. Then again, I’m pretty sure the setup Adrian-hyung made was proof enough that someone liked the other. I’m starting to see, it might be Ren with a one sided infatuation. Poor maknae, I hope this doesn’t damage him too much.

~*~

“Come on you guys.” Baekho called. His voice was so loud, what was he so eager about? Getting up from my chair, I left the room I shared with Aron and headed into the living room where the other’s gathered. They all looked equally confused. Baekho tended to act like a child at times, getting excited easily over things.

“Baekho, we don’t have time to watch a show with you, we’re doing other things.” Aron said and sighed.

“Like staring at yourself in the mirror?” Ren teased and smirked at our hyung. Aron had the decency to blush at least, which was a good thing.

“No! Other things.”  Aron corrected.

“Oh come on guys, it’s the pilot episode for ‘We Got Married’.” Baekho said and grinned. “Watch it with me.”

“I hate to be the bearer of bad news Baekho-hyung, but the pilot show happened months ago. You’re just one of the additional couples that were added.” I pointed out.

“Don’t rain on my parade Minnie. It’s my pilot episode alright? Come on, watch it with me. I need your support on this.”  He said. I sighed, shaking my head. Well, we did support each other and with only a few episodes in, we needed to see now how he was progressing before he finished with the program. I believe I heard mention that in a week or so he was off on some vacation for the show. That ought to be interesting to watch when it’s aired.

“Fine, fine, we’ll watch it with you.” JR agreed and sat down next to the other, Aron moving to sit next to JR. Ren didn’t make a move and I glanced at him, taking in his features. He was…confused? Upset? Happy? I wasn’t sure. There were so many emotions crossing over his face because he was ‘Mr. Emotional’ after all. I had to snort at that thought. I couldn’t tell what he was feeling because Ren hardly showed emotions unless it was something that really upset up or made him happy.

It was hard at times, but we all learned to read other signs from Ren, like body language, the way he spoke, how his eyes shifted, or if he tried to tell a joke. They were all cues to us, which we were thankful for. Looking at him now though, he was blank. I felt horrible for the other. Ren hadn’t really told me when I confronted him about it, but in a way he did. He really liked Baekho and this show was just eating him up inside.

Wrapping my arm around him, he jumped, staring at me with wide eyes. I gave him a reassuring smile and guided him to the loveseat and sat with him just as the show started.  We were silent as we watched. I had to admit, it was entertaining. There were more jokes and mess ups than what we aired on our variety shows. The ending was something we didn’t expect though. Uee and Baekho actually kissed. It wasn’t faked, it wasn’t pretended; they actually did it. How did that manage to air!?

The credits rolled and Baekho turned off the TV, staring at us expectantly. But what could we say, we were in shock. He kissed Uee noona. What the hell was wrong with him? He was too damn bold for his own good. This was not going to go over well.

“Alright Baekho.” Aron cheered as he nudged the other. “So what was it like, kissing her?” he asked, staring at the other with extreme interest.

“It was magical.” Baekho answered and laughed. “Her lips are just as soft as they look. And she had on this lip gloss that tastes like oranges.” He said with a grin. “She’s a good kisser.”

Ren stood suddenly, face heated. I stared at him; his eyes were blazing as he stared ahead. I didn’t like this. Ren was upset, and when Ren was upset, things tended to get broken. And if Baekho tried to sleep in their room tonight, I’m pretty sure it’s going to be one of Baekho’s limbs that would get broken.

“Rennie? What’s wrong?” Baekho asked, confused. “Didn’t you like the show? The kiss I added at the end. It wasn’t scripted. Did I do well?” he asked.

“I-I-“Ren stuttered for some words, but couldn’t speak. His body started to shake and I inched away. I didn’t want to be in arms reach if he decided to lash out. “I’m going out!” he announced rather loudly before storming through the living room, down the hall. There was a moment of silence as he slipped on his shoes. Then the door opened and slammed closed rather loudly.

“What’s his problem?” Baekho asked, confused. I shook my head.

“You’re an idiot.” I muttered and stood. Granted, it was hard to tell with Ren, but now that I knew, it was easy to see the signs that he liked Baekho. The looks he gave him, how close they were. He tried to stay close to the other at all times; it was so sweet and endearing. I tried that once, and I got rejected so horribly.

I don’t know if I’ll ever forgive JR for what he did, what he said and how he acted. I don’t want to see the same thing happen to Ren that happened to me. I don’t think Baekho would act like JR did, but to see Ren so torn and hurt, I didn’t want to see that. We didn’t need more rift in the group. I had to do something to help. But what? I can’t force a person to love another, it was possible, not to mention unethical.

Sighing, I walked back into my room and took a seat on the bed, eyes closing as I thought. There must be something. I have to help Ren in some way. But how? How?

[newtafterdark]

you did name newton and mention chell vaguely but im curious on whose in bvr specifically

*cracks knuckles* 

Be prepared for a huge chunk of text that I have to put under a read-more. :>c

Alright so, the basics first: BVR's original members included Gordon, Newton, and three of their classmates from MIT. As I wrote before, those three moved on from their band past, with two of them getting their doctorates & finding jobs in their respective fields & the third one becoming a tattoo artist (who is the artist behind a good chunk of Newton's tattoos!).

Before I say anything else- need to note: Both Gordon & Newton are fairly young in this AU. Gordon zoomed through his degree & Newton... well, we know about his several doctorates & the fact that he's still fairly young despite the high count of them. He is also 2 years older than Gordon (Newton is born in 1990, Gordon in 1992) & they met when Newton was already working on his third doctorate! :>

The entire band got put on hold when the first Breach happened & Newton started working for the PPDC (& Gordon for Black Mesa), so their band history isn't as far in the past as you'd think! In fact, the pause started in 2016!

Now, imagine, it's 2020. 

For Newton (& everyone else on the surface) it's the time after cancelling the Kaiju-related Apocalypse. 

Gordon just survived the Resonance Cascade with the Science Team. 

Shit's fucked outside, Kaiju-Blue & other alien remains being a massive health hazard. Everyone is honestly just relieved that they made it out of this entire mess alive. 

But Gordon & Newton both have something in common- well, multiple things really: ADHD, their love for music, and excitement for chaotic things. So one night Gordon actually manages to get a hold of Newton's email & after some back and forth with the old members, they pretty much decide to re-invent the band with new members. 

► While I mentioned Chell before, she isn't actually part of the band. She owns the building they do their band meetups in though! And honestly, she keeps an eye on the idiots so they don't get themselves hurt... too often. 

Now, for the actual members-

► On the drums, you have Dr Linksano, aka. Oscar Robert Schlumper. This lad is from the youtube show "Atop The Fourth Wall", and personally one of my favourite mad scientist characters of all time. He gets to be in the band for more than just that reason though. 

He has experience with fighting aliens, gods, undead... and the occasional alternate universe version of his boss & friends (... it's... complicated.). He is also a universe/dimension jumper, which makes him a perfect candidate for this group of scientists with wild pasts! Not to mention that his field of science is technomancy - the fusion of magic & science! :D

► Then on the synth is... Vanya/Nathan (either name is fine for him). He is... somewhat from the same universe as Oscar (but again, it's complicated. I will get into his past if asked about it though!). He is, technically, a life-source-draining object. In his case, a ring. Well, he literal ring being his core & the human-like appearance he has is a projection, somewhat similar to the Gems in Steven Universe. 

He is also able to shapeshift... mostly into canine-adjacent forms, or a full eldritch nightmare. He hasn't done the latter around anyone in a long while though. 

(Benrey 🤝 Vanya = loving to cause problems very much on purpose & for their own amusement.)

►There is another band member, but I need to develop her more, as she is another original character & I do want her to fit in well with the other idiots. 

Ronja/Minerva “Minnie” (again, both names are valid, as well as the nickname), does part of the singing when a song demands a more feminine voice. Aside from that, she's on the electric guitar... and occasionally the trombone. :>c

She is a marine biologist with... uhm... well let's just say she enjoys A) creating new specimens in her lab & B) reviving what has been dead for millions of years. Her most beloved creation is her pet mosasaur named "Princess". Thankfully, that one is genetically engineered to not grow bigger than a seal. 

. . .

That's all I can tell you about this version of the Black Velvet Rabbits... for now. I hope this info didn’t disappoint! :D

[leejungchans]

— dance with me?

word count: 1.7k

pairing: dino (svt) x ateez oc (juliet)

warning(s): none!!

genre: an overwhelming amount of fluff bc i love lee chan

set on february 11, 2021

summary: during a late-night date on dino’s birthday, he asks juliet a special question.

juliet’s masterlist

minnie 🐭❤️ [22:16] i’m heading down now!! (◕‿◕) don’t drive off without me please ur so sexc 😩😩

From where he is, parked a street down from the building where ATEEZ’s dorm is in, Chan shakes his head fondly, looking out the window from the driver’s seat for any sign of his girlfriend.

Sure enough, just a few minutes later, Juliet emerges from the building’s entrance, glancing down the mostly empty street before spotting the familiar car.

Under the light of the street lamps, he can see that she’s wearing a huge puffer jacket with a scarf wrapped around her neck, purple hair stuffed under her beanie to avoid catching the attention of prying eyes. With all the layers she has on, she reminds him of a waddling penguin as she speed-walks towards the car.

Cute.

Chan unlocks the door as Juliet approaches, her eyes smiling while she settles into the passenger’s seat before leaning over the console to hug him. “Happy birthday, Channie,” she beams, taking off her mask to nuzzle the bottom half of her face into the thick material of her scarf.

“You already said that,” Chan teases, also smiling as he watches her fumble with the seatbelt for a bit.

“That was from almost twelve hours ago at 12 am! I think it’s illegal if I didn’t wish you a happy birthday again,” Juliet protests. “Sorry for being late, by the way. Have you been waiting long?”

“It’s only a few minutes, don’t sweat it.”

“Okay, but there’s actually a good reason! I was about to leave the building when Mingi-oppa called me because I left your present on the table, and I had to go back up to grab it! So you have him to thank that you have a birthday present.”

Juliet takes out a small gift bag, its handles tied together with ribbon so he can’t look into it, and hands it to him with a sweet grin. “Don’t open it now, though,” she warns half-jokingly.

“What? Why?” Chan whines. “I can’t even open my own present on my birthday?”

“No, because if you open it now then I’ll have to explain the meaning behind your gift, and if I do that I might actually cry. There’s a card inside explaining it.”

“What if I want to hear it from you?”

“Then you can call me when you get home,” she responds cheekily.

Chan relents. “Fine, you win. But you didn’t have to get me anything, I hope you know that,” he adds the last part seriously.

Juliet smiles reassuringly. “I know, but I wanted to. I hope you’ll like it, though.”

“I know I will.” It’s at that moment when he finally gets a good look at her face, the light from the street lamps hitting it just enough for him to note the dark circles under her eyes. “You look tired, baby. Don’t get me wrong, you’re beautiful no matter what, but is everything okay?”

“Hm? Oh, yeah.” As though on cue, Juliet brings a hand up to cover her mouth as she yawns. “Just a little tired from comeback preparations and practising for Kingdom. I’ll be fine, though, don’t worry.”

“I’ll always worry about you,” Chan admits. “You shouldn’t have come so you can rest.”

Juliet frowns. “No, I wanted to see you. Plus, it’s your birthday.”

“Okay, but you have to promise that you’ll take care of yourself.”

“I always do!” A pause. “Okay, sometimes I don’t, but I’ll try,” she promises genuinely.

Chan smiles. “Good. Let’s go, then. Seatbelt on?”

“Mhm!”

“Um, where exactly are you taking me?” Juliet asks suspiciously, noting that they’re currently driving up a hill away from central Seoul.

“Patience, Minnie. You’ll find out soon,” Chan says with a mischievous smirk. “We’re almost there.”

She feigns an offended gasp. “I am always patient! I’m just asking because I’m too pretty to meet my end now.”

“If something happens, I’ll protect you.”

“Nice try, but don’t think I haven’t watched that episode of GOING SEVENTEEN with you guys in the haunted house,” Juliet teases with a raised brow. “If anything, we probably need to call Wonwoo-ssi or Minghao-ssi.”

Chan groans. “Can we not talk about my members when we’re on a date?”

This only earns a laugh from Juliet. “You’re cute when you’re jealous.”

“You’re going to tease me even on my birthday?”

“It’s how I show affection!” she defends while the car comes to a stop at the side of a dimly lit road. “Are we here?”

Upon his nod, she unbuckles her seatbelt to hop out the car, snow crunching under her boots. Immediately, harsh winds whip at her face and she shivers, the temperature even lower due to the higher elevation.

She hears a lighthearted tsk from behind her before feeling her jacket being draped over her shoulders. “You left it in the backseat, silly,” Chan says softly while he helps her into it, referring to when she took it off during the car ride. “You’re going to catch a cold.”

“No, I won’t. I have you to remind me,” Juliet says cheekily, earning herself a light flick on the forehead. She follows Chan to a clearing a few paces away from where they parked and immediately realises why he took her here.

Seoul, with its sparkling lights, is captivating at night when you’re in the heart of the city, but perhaps even more so when you’re looking at it from afar. She can’t help but admire the stark contrast between the tranquil hillside they’re at that compared to the vibrant city centre it overlooks.

“I sometimes come here with the members when we want to be away from... the loudness of it all,” Chan explains quietly as they move closer to the railing. “To think. Or just to take our mind off certain things.”

Juliet leans closer to his side to link their arms, her head coming to rest on his shoulder. “It’s beautiful. Thank you for bringing me here.”

“Don’t come to places like here often?”

She snorts. “I don’t just let anyone drive me to a dark hill in the middle of the night.”

Chan laughs, gently resting his head on hers. “You have a point. Does this mean I’m the only person allowed to take you here?”

“I’d like that. I also have a horrible sense of direction, so I don’t think I can remember the way here even if I tried.” Despite her quip, something in Juliet feels fuzzy and warm at the thought of this place being one only they know of.

It brings a sense of giddiness, the same one she felt when she was much, much younger; when she and her friends first decided on a secret hideout at their school back home in Sydney. Only this time, there’s more to it than just childhood innocence.

Juliet doesn’t know much about love. She’s had crushes here and there throughout her life, but none of them ever developed into something further. Of course, until she met Chan.

She doesn’t know much about love. But this feels like it.

And that’s more than enough for her.

His voice cuts through her thoughts. “I actually have something to ask you.”

At her hum, he continues.

“I was wondering if you’d want to be on Danceology. You know, like for a collaboration. We can choreograph and dance it together... anything you want, really.”

Juliet looks up at the boy with wide eyes, not knowing if she heard him correctly. “You’re sure?”

“You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to. Or you don’t have to decide now, I know you’re really busy these days. No pressure at all.”

“No, no,” she clarifies. “I meant if you’re sure you want to do one with me?”

The look in his eyes is so tender that she feels like crying. “I wouldn’t want anyone else.”

Something tells her he’s not only referring to Danceology.

Juliet leans her forehead on Chan’s shoulder to hide her face from him. “You’re going to make me cry on your own birthday,” she mutters.

“Is that a yes?”

She nods against him while blinking away the hot tears prickling at her eyes, feeling his lips press against her temple.

“That’s the best present you could’ve given me.”

“Yah, you can’t say that!” Juliet says, somehow finding it in her to crack a joke. What can she say? Humour is one of her many coping mechanisms. “You’re only supposed to say that if I didn’t give you anything! What does that make the gift I got you?”

“Best of the best?” At her laugh, Chan presses again, “am I still not allowed to open it?”

“No, you’re not.”

[00:05—Outside ATEEZ’s dorm]

“Okay, fine, you can open it.”

“What made you change your mind?” Chan grins, already reaching for the small bag in the backseat.

“Honestly, I don’t know,” Juliet admits, smiling as she uses the dimmest setting of her phone’s flashlight to illuminate the dark interior, the overhead light being too risky to turn on at this hour lest they want to draw unwanted attention to themselves. “I guess I want to see your reaction.”

She stares quietly as he undos the ribbon tying the handles together before looking into the bag and taking out a small box. Despite her shyness and the sudden urge to jump out of the car and run back up to the dorm, Juliet continues to hold up her phone as he takes out the silver band within it.

It’s simple, minimalist, inconspicuous enough to wear during the day but at the same time uniquely his due to the custom engraving on the outside of the band. A snowflake.

She bites the inside of her cheek from nervousness as Chan silently reads the small card that came along in the bag, subconsciously tracing over her neat handwriting with his finger.

“Like a snowflake, I fell for you hahahaha (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) You asked me to be yours during the first snow of the year. I hope that is only the start of many more years to come. Happy Birthday, always be happy and healthy ❤️ And don’t forget to take care of yourself!! (♡`Д´) If you forget I’ll come over and nag you, but maybe you’d like that more than not ㅋㅋㅋ — 🐭❤️”

Chan’s eyes are glossy when he finally meets her curious and worried gaze, trying to gauge his reaction. He beams brightly.

“Told you I’d like it.”

find their collaboration here!! 😼

a/n: blessing you guys with this gif bc look at him go!! ;-; stream dino’s dancelogy to be sexcie 😼 pls don’t let juno flop </3 also i thought it’d be too mean if i didn’t tell you what the present was bc i definitely considered not saying anything about it 👀👀 anyways let me know what you think about this chapter 🥺 personally i am <///3 bc bwhehwhs i want what they have but also i’m not very good at writing fluff whjehdhw i cringe at myself sm when writing it 🤡

thank you so much for reading 💕 please do consider leaving feedback whether it’s a reblog, a reply or an ask, it would mean the absolute world to me as feedback really motivates and supports creators 🥺 and feel free to chat with me about juliet or anything else through my asks!! as always, take care and have a good day!!

[linawritesocs]

my ocs as kids!

okay, so others did this idea a while ago, but i wanted to do it later and here it is! also, these child versions of my ocs have the personalities that they had when they were younger and not the ones that they have now!

i also made their baby versions in picrew!

avery: a very shy and timid boy, he cries easily and needs lots of reassurance. really likes flowers, please talk to him about them! if you read a book that has pictures of flowers, avery will point at them and tell you what they're called and what they mean. will be very happy if you give him some candy!

vance: a very cute boy, loves hugs and piggyback rides! really likes games too, any kind, video games, board games, doesn't matter! just like his teen version, he gets a bit too energetic if he eats something sweet, so you better be careful. he likes playing pretend too, so don't be surprised if he makes you some "invisible tea" or if he suddenly decides to play as your prince and he's here to save you!

merrill: a quiet boy, who acts way too mature for his age. if you need any help, you can always ask him! w-what do you mean, he's too young for that? he always has to help his parents with all kinds of things, so he can help you too! really likes stargazing and would love to talk to you about stars and constellations! he's also a bit tired of being called pretty and cute by his parents and other people, so if you give him a different compliment, he would be so happy!

allen: he's much more calm and "normal" than his teen version. very polite, always asks permission before doing something. he's also quite a curious type, he wants to know more about the world, so he would love if you read him a book or tell him a story! you can often see him playing with his toys, trying to come up with a romantic fairytale that will totally have a happy ending, but please pretend that you haven't noticed that, allen is too shy to admit that he likes romantic stuff..

roland: A LITTLE MENACE. A GREMLIN BOY. HE'S HERE TO CAUSE CHAOS. WILL FIGHT YOU. oh, but if you're cute, he might actually try to "ask you out". he's also a huge tsundere, similar to teen!avery and refuses to admit that he likes flowers. and don't touch his horns!! >:( he's a powerful fae!!

real!jay: he's the opposite of roland. cries all the time. needs to be comforted and hugged. always scared and will ask to hold your hand and will follow you around. really needs to hear some compliments, so if you call him smart or cute, he will cry and thank you many, many times. he's not that passionate about animals as fake!jay, but still likes plushies, so if you give him one, it will make him go :D!! also will cling onto you like a koala.

austin: like merrill and minnie, he's a very hardworking and mature kid. he knows so much, if you point to any machine or mechanism, he will tell you everything about the way it works! really likes watching magical girl anime and if you ask him about his favorites, he would get so excited!! also likes to talk about his cat!!

minnie: a very responsible girl, she's the one who takes care of other kids despite being younger than most of them. also calls boys lazy and annoying and if they do anything bad, she's the one who will snitch on them. likes to be praised and likes playing with her dolls!

hayden: very similar to real!jay, but his situation is even worse, because he's scared of affection and he doesn't think he deserves it. if you compliment him or hug him, he will think that you want to hurt him or you're trying to manipulate him, like his family does. so it's important not to give him too much love, just be nice to him, but respect his boundaries :) likes playing with his horse plushie ignore the bunny plushie from picrew and he can't sleep without it. he's actually a very smart boy and he's the one who reads to other kids when you're too busy.

riley: honestly, he's not that different from his teen version. still quiet, still emotionless, but he still manages to cause some chaos. tries to make allen pay attention to him, but allen refuses and prefers to play with other kids. likes to watch cartoons and would love to discuss their plot and lore with you! gets dirty often and he's a bit clumsy, so make sure to watch over him.

[misc-headcanons]

NS.FW Kid/OC Scenario: The Old-Fashioned Way

"Remind me again why I can't just use my Devil Fruit to make us both orgasm instantaneously?" Minerva crossed her arms while she looked up at Kid from his bed. He was at the door to his quarters, locking it to prevent any of his other crewmates from interrupting him--well, interrupting the two of them. 

The first time he'd tried to make a move on Minerva, she'd returned his sloppy kiss and used her Devil Fruit to stimulate his brain as she ran her fingers through his hair; just as he'd started to unbuckle his belt, he'd felt an orgasm jolt through his body out of nowhere, causing him to fall back and nearly black out from the sudden-yet-pleasurable shock. When he managed to form words again and ask what the hell she did, she simply shrugged. "I figured we could save time if I simply gave you an orgasm now," she'd replied matter-of-factly. "Why spend a long time trying to get to a result that I can give you instantly?"

Kid had stared at her, confused. He'd appreciated how efficient she was as a crewmate, but...come on, part of the fun in fucking was the buildup to it! Yanking clothes off each other, leaving all sorts of marks on each other, making her voice get louder and louder as she begged for him to make her cum…

From then on, any time he'd tried to sleep with her, she'd cut him off by making him cum instantly using her Devil Fruit and then continuing about her business. After a month of this, he'd decided he'd had enough and had pulled her into his quarters, leading to where we are now.

Kid strode over to her and threw his coat off onto the floor before scooping her up in his arms. "Because," he insisted, kissing her neck as she shivered and tried to stifle the pleasurable sigh coming from her lips. "I'm sick of cumming in my pants all the time when you do that weird brain thing. And I wanna show you how fun fucking the old-fashioned way can be." 

Minerva raised an eyebrow as he tossed his metal arm aside on top of his coat. "Eustass, you're going to scuff your prosthetic if you toss it so carelessly," she scolded. His remaining hand traveled lower and lower to cup her backside. "How many times have I--"

Kid cut her off with a rough kiss that muffled her surprised squeak and the moan that came afterwards. Minerva wondered if all embraces between couples were so primal as his tongue snaked around her mouth; sometimes it felt like he was trying to eat her face whenever he kissed her, and this time was no different. When he pulled away to bite at her neck and collarbone, she felt lightheaded and laced her fingers through his hair. As nice as this felt, she didn't want to spend time doing something so "frivolous" when she could be doing something more productive on the ship. 

Just as she was about to use her Fruit, Kid swiftly pinned her arms above her head and towered over her. He used his own Devil Fruit to keep her pinned with his prosthetic metal arm while his other hand tilted her head up to face him. He frowned at her disapprovingly. "Oi, what did I just say? No brain shit this time," he said. "Never thought I'd have a chick get me to say this, but I actually want to take it slow." 

Minerva rolled her eyes, but there was a small curious smile that turned up the corners of her lips. Truth be told, she'd never done this the old-fashioned way before; it would be interesting to explore something new, even if she wasn't so used to learning something in such a "hands-on" way. She relaxed her arms and looked up at Kid. "Alright, alright," she conceded. She shifted her weight and pursed her lips. "But if we're doing this, I want to be the one to take off my clothes. Knowing you, you'd just rip them off."

Kid smirked and released her arms and kissed her neck again, and Minerva bit her lower lip as he traveled down to her chest. She reached down and removed her blouse, revealing a simple dark bra underneath. He cupped one of her breasts and felt her breath hitch as her nipple hardened through the fabric. "You know me pretty well," he teased. Before Minerva realized what he meant, he hooked a few fingers underneath the center of her bra and easily tore it, exposing her bare breasts.

Minerva's mouth dropped and she glared up at him while smacking one of his shoulders. "I specifically told you not to tear my clothes, you brute--Ah!"

Kid cut her off when his tongue swirled around one of her pert nipples, and she moaned at a higher pitch than before. His other hand lazily kneaded her other breast, and he felt her hips rise up a bit as she rocked against him. "You say I'm a brute like it's a bad thing," he said with a smirk. He quickly undid his pants and Minerva followed suit by tossing her ruined bra aside and shimmying off her shorts, leaving her in a pair of noticeably damp underwear. She glanced at the tent in Kid's boxers and her face flushed as he palmed himself a bit before leaning down to prod at her underwear with his fingers. "See? I told ya this was better," he said smugly. He pulled her undergarments aside, and when he pushed one of his calloused fingers inside of her, she gasped and sighed. Her own hands ghosted over her breasts as Kid explored her with his fingers, and her hips rocked back and forth.

"Ah, Eu-Eustass," she murmured, clenching her thighs in anticipation every time his fingers curled and grazed a particularly velvety spot inside of her. She knew enough about anatomy to realize just where he was focusing, and one of her hands trailed down to her clitoris to add even more stimulation. "Right there, p-please…"

Kid smirked and nudged her hand aside, and she whined in frustration. Why would he not want her to focus there? When he quickly leaned his head down to circle her sensitive button of flesh with his tongue, she forgot any sense of annoyance or indignation as she bucked her hips; her own strokes had been soft and feather-light, and the sudden roughness of his tongue against her left her seeing stars. Normally he wouldn't care about getting a lover "warmed-up" before fucking them, but...Minnie was different. She wasn't a fuckbuddy, and the whole point of this was to show her how satisfying sex could be when you took some time. 

Even if his oral technique was sloppy and all over the place, he definitely didn't hear any complaints from Minerva. She'd used her Devil Fruit on herself countless times before when she needed to relieve some stress, and was familiar with the burst of pressure and pleasure that came with an orgasm. Still, this newfound sense of pleasure bubbling up inside of her was new; she'd experienced a climax before, but this sense of buildup and tension coiling in her was brand new. Even if it was taking longer to reach that inevitable conclusion, these new sensations left her breathless as she begged for him to keep going.

As he pumped three of his fingers inside of her while his tongue swirled around her clit, she snaked her fingers into his hair and dug her nails into his scalp. The sensation made him moan against her, and her eyes rolled back slightly. "Eustass," she panted, "I'm s-so close to...Ah, please, keep...Oh, Eustass…"

For someone who was normally so eloquent, she was having trouble stringing a full sentence together. Kid chuckled to himself and slowly removed his fingers from her aching cunt. Minerva let out a desperate shiver, and her already-warm cheeks felt even hotter when Kid wiped her juices off of his chin before licking his hand clean, refusing to break eye contact with her. Normally she would have been embarrassed at such a shameless display of lewdness, but all she could think about now was how empty she felt without his hand inside of her. She bucked her hips impatiently. "Eustass, please," she sobbed, reaching up to grip his hand and bring it back down to between her legs. 

Kid slid off his boxers, and Minerva's eyes widened as she looked down at his cock for the first time. It was a bit odd that she'd made him climax so many times in the past without ever seeing a glimpse of it, and she hadn't realized just how large it was. "Y'know, usually I hate when ya call me 'Eustass' instead of Kid like everyone else," he muttered with a small devilish smile. She looked up eagerly at Kid, and as he lined himself up with her entrance she felt the head twitch slightly. "But hearing ya say it like that isn't as annoying as it usually is." He leaned down to kiss her, and she gasped through her nose as she tasted herself lingering on Kid's tongue. He stroked himself as he kissed her, wanting as much lubrication as possible to avoid making her hurt too much when he finally entered her. Keeping himself from just shoving his dick inside of her was torture, and he growled impatiently a bit as he tried to restrain himself; self-control wasnt really in his nature, but he knew it'd be worth it in the end. 

Minerva wrapped her arms around him to pull him closer, and she let out a small shivery giggle. "If it bothers you so much, we c-could compromise then," she teased, stroking his back with her fingers. "Why don't I call you...Captain?"

Kid stared down at her, and that dam inside of him broke the moment he heard her call him 'Captain'. He entered her with one slam of his hips, and Minerva gasped sharply before moaning at this newfound sense of fullness. His pace was fast and rough, and to his surprise she wasn't asking him to slow down or be a bit more gentle; in fact, she was begging him to keep going. She gripped the back of his head with one hand and dug her nails into his shoulder with the other, and when he grabbed her hips just as harshly he felt her walls tighten around him. He left a series of bites and harsh bruising kisses on her neck and collarbone, and he relished in how her moans grew louder and higher. 

"Fuck, you're so fucking tight," he growled, the head of his cock brushing against her cervix. Minerva hiked her legs around his waist, desperate for Kid to hit that particular spot inside her over and over again. As he thrusted into her at this new angle, he looked down at her expression. She was normally so cool and composed, but now...now, she was a mess. Her lips were parted as she panted and moaned every time he hit that sweet spot inside of her, unable to talk or even think about anything but the pressure building inside of her. Her eyes crossed a bit every time his cock met her cervix, and a trickle of her (or was it Kid's?) saliva fell down one of her cheeks. Her purple hair, normally neat and tidy in a ponytail, fanned out behind her and stuck to her forehead with a thin layer of sweat. 

Minerva managed to realize in her cloudy haze that Kid was looking down at her, and the corners of her open mouth turned up into a small smile. Normally she'd be mortified to be seen in such a state, but with how good she felt right now, she didn't care at all about how foolish she might have looked right now. Her chest rose and fell as Kid's pace quickened, and she rocked against him to match his speed. "Mmm, Eust--ah, C-Cap...t-tain…" She blushed deeper as she said the 'wrong' name once again. "S-sorr--ah, C-captain…"

Kid used his Devil Fruit to reattach his prosthetic arm and push her thighs forward until he had her in a mating press, and he felt her walls get even tighter around his cock. He left another series of bruising kisses and hickeys on her other shoulder. "Call me whatever you fuckin' want, Minnie," he groaned, feeling himself getting closer and closer to cumming. "Fuck, fuck, you're so fuckin'..."

As he feverishly pounded into her over and over, she raked her nails against his skin and he made sure to look at her as he felt her getting closer to her own climax. "Eustass," she moaned, "I...I…" He slammed his hips against her as fast as he could, and he felt her tighten and squeeze around his cock as her voice became more frantic. "Eustass, y-yes, I'm about t-to--Oh, yes, Eustass, yes, yes, yesyesyesyesyes--Ah, fuck, Eustass~!"

He groaned loudly as he came inside of her, continuing to fuck her through her climax and his. A wave of pleasure roared in his ears and when it had finally subsided, replacing the sound of his own heartbeat with Minerva's heavy breathing and incoherent murmuring, he buried himself to the hilt inside of her and looked down at her again. Her chest rose and fell as she panted, and her eyes were half-lidded. Her face was flushed and radiated warmth like the rest of her body, and he could feel her hands trembling on his head and shoulders. 

With his cock still inside of her, he guided her legs back down onto the bed and rested his head in the crook of her neck for a while. He sighed contentedly, almost purring against her. Minerva shifted around a bit underneath him, and bit her lip when she felt a small amount of Kid's seed drip out of her around his softening cock. "Er...Eustass…"

"Mmm?"

"Why haven't you...er...pulled out of me yet?" She wasn't used to having sex like this, and had no idea about what was typically done afterwards. Her anatomy and biology textbooks hadn't mentioned anything about what was typically done post-coitus. 

"Feels good," Kid muttered. He nuzzled her neck, and she let out a small sigh of agreement. He felt his eyelids lower a bit, and he struggled to stay awake; he tended to fall asleep immediately after sex, but as nice as she felt around him, he didn't want to fall asleep while he was still inside her. A few minutes of silence later, he slowly slid himself out of her. Minerva's eyelids fluttered and she let out a small moan as she felt more of his seed trickle out of her now that she wasn't completely stuffed. 

Kid groggily reached up with his arm and held her against him as he lay on his back, and Minerva rested her head on his chest. As he fell asleep, he absentmindedly stroked her hip and smirked. "See? This is way more fun than your brain thing," he said smugly.

Minerva let out a small "Mmm" to agree with him. "I admit, it has its...advantages," she said slowly. She rested one of her hands on Kid's. "But now I'm curious to see what would happen if we tried combining both methods." She cuddled up to him and smiled with her eyes closed. "I wonder what would happen if I made the two of us climax like this over and over in a short span of time while you're still inside me…"

The thought of that alone made Kid's cock instantly perk up a bit, and Minerva felt it poke against her backside. "Buuut, I'll save that for another time," she said with a smile. "We're both a bit too worn out for some of the experiments I have in mind."

Kid heard her breaths become more and more heavy, and so did his eyelids as he fell asleep with a small grin on his face. If this is what it felt like to fuck her before these 'experiments' of her started, he was more than happy to help out with her research.

[tulsahill]

『 luke benward. twenty six. cis male. he/him. 』 oh heavens, is that TULSA HILL from CHESTNUT DRIVE i see roaming around mapleview? minnie may’s always calling them UNAMBITIOUS & PRIVATE. i happen to think they’re not that bad! they’re a pretty cool BAKER at THE PASTRY PLACE and every time i’ve seen them, they’ve always been OBSERVANT & PROPER. i hope i see them around again! 『 gracie. 20. est. she/her. 』

hey’all! i’m gracie and i’m v excited to share my babies with you! i may have gotten a little carried away but here’s tulsa 

work

he’s a baker at the pastry place, cue all the bread aesthetics lol but seriously he can make some mean sweet treats and despite his looks he’s not too shabby with a piping bag, 

he started as a custodian type when he was seventeen and worked his way up to the register picking up every tip and trick he could until he became an expert in the kitchen.

he finds baking therapeutic but you probably won’t catch him in the kitchen much outside of work 

relationships

he’s not very openly affectionate with people which keeps some away but he has a strong sense of service and is the guy friends and acquaintances call to jump their car, or help them move. his level of moodiness and complaint depends on who’s asking though, like minnie may is getting a ‘yes ma’am’ and quick service where someone closer in age might get a ‘what’s in it for me?’

he’s a cereal dater nothing has really picked up beyond a third date for a while

he kind of hovers in the back of group get togethers, not the life of the party but if you get a chance to talk to him he’s pretty funny and over all tolerable 

family/past

he grew up in mapleview and will probably die there, guess you could say he’s not much of a dreamer

his family never had a lot of money so he didn’t go to college, his grades weren’t great anyway nor his rap sheet, now that you mention it

he wasn’t a bad kid, still isn’t, he’s actually pretty popular with all the old ladies at church cause, well he shows up for one, and everyone knows if tulsa got into a fight it was well deserved on the other person’s part.

that being said there are a handful of fist fights on his record, not so many since he’s been out of high school, he likes to think everyone knows better at this point.

he’s the middle child between an older brother and younger sister, both have moved out of mapleview, leaving him to take care of his mom

his dad passed away about three years ago, it really put a strain on the family dynamic

tulsa moved back in with his mom when his dad passed, to help pay bills and just watch over her

extras and wanted plots

his inspos were the baker from cinderella II, meets ryan from the oc, meets bo from dumplin’, meets luke from gilmore girls so take from that what you will lol

gimme someone he’s been in a few fights with in high school and they’re older now but still don’t like each other

someone he’s been in a few fights with in high school and they’ve changed for the better for it (a la ryan and luke in the oc)

his quirky best friend where they just look weird together cause they’re so different (the seth to his ryan)

someone he sits with at church just cause they always have since they were kids

someone who is a total mess and it seems like tulsa is on speed dial cause he’s always helping them out, bonus if there’s a bartering system like he jumps their car and they give him something in return

high school girlfriend

someone he’s been on a few dates with, who might like him more than he thinks 

someone he’s been on a few dates with, and now they’re just each other’s booty call

[itsme-autumn]

Inner Darkness  |  Part 1

Author: @itsme-autumn Pairing: Jax Teller x OC Warnings: swearing, violence

Jolene, or Ruby now that she was about to be on the clock, tried to give herself her regular pep talk on her drive to work. It was something she had to do since she’s started down this particular career path more than seven years ago. 

Jo? Jo was sassy. She was a woman who could take care of herself. Get shit done. She had always been on her own and she’d always made it work. Jo was smart. Colorful. Fun.

But on her drive to work, she had to let Jolene go. She had to let go of Jo and take on Ruby.

Ruby was much more docile. Ruby loved to please. Ruby would sweet talk a man and become his biggest fantasy. Ruby was bubbly and polite. Maybe she was a bit cheeky or even wild if that’s what he–whoever he was–wanted.

And whenever he was inside her, she was–well, she was no one. She turned herself off completely. She’d gotten so good at it over the years that she didn’t even remember most of her encounters. Only the especially memorable ones. The ones she wished she could erase from her memory permanently.

Walking into the doors of Diosa, Ruby starts to head to the back first to drop off her stuff. Before she gets there, Nero catches sight of her and waves her over.

“Hey, Ruby, how you doin’ mama?” His kind eyes searching hers. 

She smiles through her exhaustion, she can’t help it with Nero. Jo hated this work, hated this life. But in the short time she’d been at Diosa he had been nothing but kind to her, seeming to sincerely care about her well being. That wasn’t a given in this industry, not by a long shot. “I’m okay, Nero, what’s up?” 

“I’ve actually got a special job for you and a few of the girls tonight. A party for a potential business partner. Think you’re up for that?”

She’s had ‘bosses’ in the past that didn’t ask–just pointed to where her ass was supposed to go. And she wouldn’t dare argue. She knew if she really had issue with it, that Nero wouldn’t force her into anything, his sister on the other hand... 

Unfortunately, Jo was in no position to turn down any jobs.

“Yeah, of course. I just need the address and the dress code.” She tries to infuse as much enthusiasm into her voice as possible. 

This was going to be a long ass night.

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“Why the hell are we here so early?” Bri whined. “There are like...kids here.” Her tone disgusted.

Carla rounded on her, Jo was surprised her heels didn’t stick on the floors, the MC clearly didn’t have room in their outlaw budget for a mop. Or air freshener. 

“We are showcasing what Diosa girls have to offer. The difference between us and them.” Carla’s voice was low but venomous as she nodded her head to a couple of girls that were setting up behind the bar.

“Those girls are called croweaters. They’re desperate, classless, and the patches treat them as such. We set a new standard.” Carla took another step towards Bri, eyes boring into hers. “Diosa specializes in women that men can actually bring around town before enjoying them behind closed doors. It’s about presentation. We can be here early with the families and friends of the MC–and not be obvious hookers that the old ladies will immediately throw out. Understand?”

Jo just rolled her eyes. Like anyone would ever take any of them for anything other than whores. It’s like putting lipstick on a pig. 

She tugged on her dress. Horny Biker Chick was the look she was going for per Nero’s classification. Her her dress was simple, but effective: black, strappy, and tight. Paired with black heels smoky makeup, Jo knew she would get the intended attention. That, plus what she already had going for her.

She realized why she was asked to be a part of this exclusive offer tonight. Being chubbier than most of the girls, having tattoos (more than just a butterfly above her ass), and a mop of dark curly hair made her a bit of a required taste.

For some it was a fetish of sorts. Others, usually high caliber business men wanted the antithesis of what they got at home–thin, prim, proper to her thick, blunt, and alternative. 

But badass bikers were right up her alley. Suddenly her desired presence despite Carla leading the group tonight made sense. Any other job and Carla would have made any excuse to exclude Jo–Ruby–like she always tried to do.

Ruby made her way over to the other side of the room, the party was still pretty subdued, most people quietly mingling amongst themselves. The large wall full of framed mugshots caught her eye. She couldn’t help but smirk and roll her eyes as she looked them over. Boys. 

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were intimidated.”

You turn to see one of the mugshot models in the flesh. He could totally pass for a model, you think before you can stop yourself. Between the slicked back blonde hair, well kept goatee, and piercing blue eyes, you don’t think you’ve ever seen a biker this pretty. And that smirk he’s giving you is really giving something to you.

“Intimidated? You should see the wall of mugshots in my living room.” Your snarky reply only makes his smirk grow. Sass was always your love language.

That’s when you notice the President patch. Oh shit. 

President of SAMCRO. Jesus Christ. No pressure or anything.

Jax is looking at Ruby expectantly and she now realizes that she’s completely missed what he’s asked her.

“I’m sorry, what?”

His eyes light up at her distracted state. “What’s your name, darlin’?”

“Um, J–Ruby, it’s Ruby.”

“Ruby, I’m-”

“Jax! Why are you wasting your time with her?” Bri is suddenly at Jax’s side, slipping her arm into his. “Trust me, baby, you want someone who knows what they’re doing to take care of you.” She then turns her attention to Ruby. “Ruby, why don’t you go get us some drinks? Better make yours a diet, though, honey.”

Ruby was never one to let a bitch get the last word in, and that was being a bit of a bitch herself. She narrows her eyes and quirks her head. 

“Wow, Bri, I didn’t know you were a nutritionist! Thats so great. And people say your only talent is sucking cock.” Bri’s eyes widen, but Ruby’s not done. “Now you can keep track of how much cum you can swallow before your bony ass gets a shape.”

Ruby hears Jax attempt to stifle a laugh as she walks away. It’s then that she hears a member shout from the door of the clubhouse.

“Jackie! We need ya outside brutha!” the scottman’s tone indicating that it’s urgent.

Jax immediately runs outside, along with a couple of members. Bri shoots daggers at Ruby with her eyes but doesn’t make a move towards her, instead heading to the bar. Smart bony ass bitch.

Wanting some water but not caring to go round two with Bri, Ruby heads to the small kitchen off the main room. Searching the cabinets, she finally grabs a glass and fills it up with the tap water from the sink. Turning around, she leans against the counter and takes a sip. 

How did I get here? 

She shakes her head. No. You can’t do this here. You need to keep your head in the game, Jolene. Get your shit together.

Jo takes a deep breath and sets her glass in the sink. 

All right, let’s do this.

She takes a step out of the kitchen when she hears a scream and tires screeching. She looks around and notices a little blonde boy all alone, no older than two. 

Then she hears gunshots. 

Glass shattering.

More screams.

Absolute chaos.

And the boy is in the middle of all of it. 

No.

Jo makes a run for the boy, dodging other Diosa girls and croweaters in her path. Once she makes it to him, she picks him up and drops to the ground, crouching behind a table. Shots are firing from the outside in, bullets and shattered glass flying everywhere. 

The boy is crying, but remains still underneath Jo, her body caging him in protection. She squeezes her eyes shut and murmurs encouragement to him. She doesn’t even know what she’s saying but she hope it helps. Glass is on the floor, digging into Jo’s arms, but she doesn’t dare move.

After what seems like an eternity, the gunshots stop. The chaos seems to settle down. Distraught cries replace the screams in the disheveled clubhouse.

The main doors burst open, members pouring through, with Jax leading.

“ABEL!”

“ABEL!”

The little boy squirms from Jo’s grasp and moves his little legs as fast they can carry him. “Daddy!” 

Jax spots him and bends down to scoop his son up, holding him close to his chest. Jo makes the connection as she sees the reunion from her position still crouched on the floor.

The last thing Jo sees is Jax peering at her from over the boy’s shoulder before her vision goes black.

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A/N: So this is my first OC story that I’m trying! Hopefully it’s clear that when she’s more herself she’s Jo and when she’s in ‘work’ mode she’s Ruby. Please let me know what you think!

Jax Tag List: (let me know if you’d like to be added/removed!) jenny885, melissataggart87, misssara1981, lokilvrr, innerpaperexpertcloud, alievans007, calirindo, leapingoveroblivion, curly-minnie, coffeebooksandfandom, mrsjaxtellerfan, mrspeacem1nusone

[sundaynightnovels]

15 Questions Tag Game

i’ve been tagged by @somuchtowrite ! i’ve done this before for Zhen & Lu here so .. hmm..  i find it easiest to write when characters are interacting with one another, so i guess i’ll do this Ren, Jia & Jun -- just because they are the sort of ‘love triangle’ thing going on in my wip and also the three of them are kinda... pretty important towards the ending, so yea.  (there is no romance in my wip but yknow, it’s a drama for teng & shou to watch so...) also because i can’t really answer the first three questions, i’m going to skip them and go straight to question 4!  rules:  answer 15 questions as either yourself or one of your OCs, then tag 15 people. 1. What is your full name? Jun: ... Jia: ... Ren: ... 2. What does your full name mean? 3. What are your nicknames/aliases/epithets/other names? 4. What is your gender? Jun: what a stupid question Ren: it’s not meant to be stupid, it’s meant to be clarification Jun: yeah? what is there to even clarify? my gender?? dead. just like the skin on my face, or the bones in my body Jia: i’m a she. and a house. i figured since everyone’s making jokes on that, i should jump on board as well Ren: i’m male, and so is jun Jun: don’t answer for me, i am dead! 5. What is your sexuality? Jun: what an even stupider question Ren: don’t be rude Jun: isn’t it rude for them to poke around such sensitive matters? you know what’s my sexuality? Dea-- Jia: don’t reuse your old jokes. that’s shameful, even for you. Ren: i’m gay. unfortunately, i also don’t have taste, because somehow i’ve had the poor sight to yknow, be attracted to Jun at one point in time. Jun: hey, did you know that when the two of your names are put together, it means family? Like, jia ren (家人) means family? Jia: i’m straight, but it’s also like, what’s the point? i ended up with jun at some point in time anyway. whether you’re gay or straight, there’s no escape Jun: isn’t that funny. can you even imagine the two of you being a family . huh, ren can’t even -- Ren: let’s move on 6. Where are you from? Jun: i -- am -- deaaaaa Jia: when we are born we are born with nothing and when we leave we leave with nothing Ren: i have nothing to do with any of this 7. When were you born? Jun: i was born when the stars wept and the oceans roared with the fury of those who have lost -- Jia: -- his mind Ren: sometimes we wonder if it’s best to never be born at all Jia: Ren! why are you joining in this! i thought you are the one meant to keep us in line Ren: there is no line to be had when the line has already been crossed 8. How old are you? Jun: i’m young. those two are old. they’re right on the brink of death. huh... wait a minute... Ren: i’m about 24 - 25 Jia: ‘bout the same. that guy who has death clinging onto his back is around 21. 9. Where do you live? Jun: well.... (looks at Jia) Jia: what? that joke has already been made like, more than five times. better than living in a testosterone-infested apartment Jun: at least i’m not living under the shelter of Yu’s misplaced concern. speaking of which... ren, where do you live? Ren: ... i have no idea. am i also homeless? there’s only one person who knows the answer (that one person doesn’t know the answer)

10. What are your quirks? Jun: that is so rude, i demand a lawyer Ren: you have literally stolen candy from a young girl’s hands. multiple times. and presumably attempted to rob teng. no lawyer can atone for your sins Jia: if a lawyer comes for you now, it’s to drag you to the 18 levels of hell. in fact, why aren’t you already there? Jun: you guys are so mean. i want teng back. teng? teeeeeennnggggg~~ !!! 11. Who are your family members? Jia: apparently i’m now family with Ren, isn’t it? Ren: i don’t fancy it either. you seem like you’d be a havoc to live with Jun: aw, look at the two of you. how sweet, my two exes! Jia: yeah. says a lot about a person when both your exes are homeless, huh? Jun: don’t fight over my affections now! and are you insulting yourself?? you’ve basically just insulted yourself! Ren: what does it matter, being together with you has already made us a joke to society. 12. Who are your pets? Jia: (looks at Jun) Jun: (looks at Ren) Ren: ... go to hell 13. What do you look like? Jun: you know my name? yea. i’m that. i’m absolutely beautiful Ren: it’s so frustrating that i can’t even fight back against that Jia: but you know who’s more beautiful? that’s right, that’s me Ren: it’s even worse when i still can’t argue against that Jun: aw don’t worry Ren, you’re adorable too Jia: yea. it’s like, yknow, the residue light around us will fall on you too Ren: it’s not like i even care that much about looks, but it’s hard to not care when two devils are chiming compliments at one another from either side of my ears 14. Who’s your hero? Jun: what are heroes? there is nothing in the world but yourself and your own morals Ren: what does that even mean? Jia: you pave your own destiny. you fight for your own path. heroes are nothing but an illusion you have to strive to achieve for yourself Jun: heroes are excuses for sitting on your ass at home and waiting for someone to do something for you Ren: so since you have no hero, you have no excuse for sitting on your ass at home all the time and making teng do your dishes and yu wash your laundry Jun: yes, i’m humble and self-conscious enough to own up to my own laziness without leaning on the backing of a ‘hero’ as an excuse Jia: you know, sometimes what he says make sense Ren: they don’t!!!!! 15. What’s your moral alignment? Ren: the two of them have no morals. really. they are literal devils. how many times have i already said that? Jun: ren is right on that account. morals are useless and they hold you back from doing things. i mean, if i had morals, would i have all these candies in my pocket right now?? (dumps a bunch of candies onto the ground) who has more candy around here? me. so look at what all your morals have gotten you -- now you’re just a loser with no candies Jia: i mean, morals are just guidelines, yknow. i won’t bend my morals just for some candy like Jun does -- i mean, that’s just stupid. but like, do i have qualms about bending some guidelines just to get something done? none whatsoever! guidelines are just there as a compass, yknow, but if you already have a direction in mind, you don’t need it. it’s just trash, basically. why carry around something you don’t need? Ren: you see what i mean? Jun: admit it, you like your partners bad Ren: ... i don’t know if that’s true but i really really hope not

ANYWAY what jia said about “ when we are born we are born with nothing and when we leave we leave with nothing ” is literally translated from an actual chinese saying that means the same thing (生不带来 死不带去) which someone had actually said to me once and it really stuck with me. just thought it was pretty interesting. also, to the uninitiated: jia is homeless. and her name means ‘house’, or ‘home. yeah. alright!! i’ve done this before and i’ve tagged a bunch of people before, so let me just tag a few others @kaigods @bookenders @minny-king @neptune-writes  hope yall enjoyed this!!

[fangwhoria]

15 Questions

Rules: Answer 15 questions as either yourself or one of your OCs, then tag 15 people.

Tagged by @inexorableblob who’s amazing characters never cease to enthrall me

Im gonna do this as my sweet, darling girl Delilah because ive been thinking of her a lot lately

What is your full name?

Delilah Swan! Just the first and last, I have a middle name but I don’t see the point in one of those, so I don’t use it, haha. Why do I need a secret second name when I already have a great first one?

I promise that’s the only reason

Why would I be lying!? 

Okay fine, fine, it’s just really embarrassing

I won’t tell you it, no, why are you so interested in my full name?

Fine

It’s Sharpay

What does your full name mean?

Well in Hebrew it means “delight” but my parents aren’t Jewish, on account of us being in the coven and all, haha! I don’t know the origin of my last name, Swan, but it’s cool, right? Sounds like a cool spy name! “Swan, Delilah Swan”

What are your nicknames/aliases/epithets/other names?

Well most people just call me Delilah! It’s my performing name, like “Please welcome The Delilah herself to the stage”  

I’m kidding, no one’s ever introduced my performances like that, but in all the programs it’s just “Delilah.” Kinda like I’m Beyonce!

What is your gender?

I identify as demigirl, but I use she/her pronouns!

What is your sexuality?

Oh for sure lesbian! Girls, or just one girl, really, *cough* Johanna *cough* are just soooo nice, whereas guys are just,,,,,, eh? I guess?

Where are you from?

Clary, Maine. I was born and raised here, only ever left for weeks at a time. I hope one day I can go to performing arts school in New York, but after everything that’s happened that might be a ways away,,,,,, Anyway! Clary’s really pretty, and I really don’t hate it here, Johanna’s here, so it’s not all bad, haha!

When were you born?

Clary. Well actually the hospital right outside Clary, but it may as well have been here

How old are you?

18. I think. I don’t know if the years I was,,,away just skipped over me, or if when I came back I aged up? It’s complicated I guess, but witches age differently anyway, so it doesn’t matter that much, does it?

Where do you live?

Still Clary, haha. Are you bored of that answer yet? I know I am! Not that I’m bored of Clary. I don’t mind staying here, I need to help Johanna and Daniel patch stuff up with the coven anyway. I’ll leave someday!

What is your Quirk called?

What do you mean, is this a reference to something? Like a special talent? I guess that would be dancing, I’ve been told I’m very good at it, haha. It’s also how I cast, which is pretty quirky, I guess?

Who are your family members?

Well there’s my mom and my dad, but things have been kind of strained with them since I came back, and I never had a great relationship with my dad,,,,

I guess I’d call my real family Johanna, right now. I’d say Daniel too but I don’t know if I trust him again yet, which is so mean of me I know, and he’s apologized and we’ve made amends, but we were just so close before and after what he did I don’t know-- I’m rambling again, aren’t I? Anyway, Tobi also seems pretty cool, and a fellow enby is cool, plus they helped Johanna while I was gone, so I guess I can count them as family too!

Who are your pets?

Oh I’m super allergic to animals with fur, but I’d absolutely love a dog if I could have one, they’re so cute!

What do you look like?

Oh, well I have thick, curly black hair that I keep in an afro, medium brown skin, and,, a dancer’s figure? I guess? I’m pretty tall, or at least taller than Johanna, which really isn’t saying a whole lot, haha

Who’s your favorite pro-hero?

Like a super-hero? I don’t watch a lot of movies or read a lot of comic books, but I like Wonder Woman and Spiderman a lot, from what I’ve seen of them

Okay! This was so much fun! I love Delilah sm :,)

tagging @fluffythewritingplant @cawolters @aurumni-writes @minny-king @katabasiss @theouterdark @recklessdragonwrites @krozentheblackwolf and anyone else who wants to!

[minahraven]

The Interloper - Part 4 (BTS) (Poly)

Summary: BTS has a new member…and they’re not happy about it.

Pairing: BTS x OC (poly)

Word Count: Ongoing

Genre: Angst/ Fluff/ Eventual Smut

Any images are not mine and belong to their creators (Translation: Blame Google, not me :P)

Part 1, Part 2 , Part 3

A/N - This part was inspired by a joke that was made in a group chat I was in at the time. I know it’s not all that realistic, but I couldn’t help just running with it. Hope at least someone likes it!

I awoke with a start, the sound of shouting antis ringing in my ears from my dream. It was dark and I could feel arms around me. I panicked, trying to pull away from whoever was holding me, but the arms only tightened, one hand moving to the back of my head to cradle it.

“Eun, it’s okay. It’s just me. It’s Yoongi. You had a bad dream,” a voice whispered near my ear. I struggled more, frightened at being so close to someone who hated me, the nightmare fresh in my mind. “Calm down, you’re safe, remember? We’re sharing a room. You can trust me.” Suddenly the events since I had arrived at the dorm flooded back to me and I felt the adrenaline disappear from my system as fast as it had come, slowly allowing myself to slump against him and his hand to guide my head to the crook of his neck. It was then that I realised I was still on his knee just as I had been when I first went to sleep.

“What time is it?” I asked softly, mimicking his volume. If he was whispering it was a safe bet that there was a reason for it.

“About 3:30, I think.” I squeaked in alarm. That meant we had been sitting there for over 6 hours. Surely he must have been incredibly uncomfortable.

“Why didn’t you wake me? You must be sore as hell!” I scolded, only to be met with a small squeeze and a chuckle.

“Why am I not surprised?” I frowned to myself and he must have felt the movement of my brow because he poked me in the side. “We treat you like shit, you get the shit beat out of you by antis, Namjoon pretty much flips his shit at you, and what do you do? Worry about me. No wonder you irritate Joonie. You’re too damn nice.” I couldn’t help giggling slightly at the backhanded compliment and was shocked when he tensed, looking down at me suddenly. “Holy shit,” he muttered, what I could see of his face in the faint light from the moon outside showing an almost comical expression of shock.

“What?”

“I just realised. We’ve known you for weeks and that’s the first time you’ve laughed. Hell, except that first day, and earlier, I don’t think I’ve even seen you smile.” He paused, his face falling. “Were we that bad?” he asked softly, as if afraid to hear the answer. Despite his kindness, I couldn’t help wanting to get a slight bit of revenge and gave him an icy glare.

“5 minutes after we met, you guys were talking about how ugly I was.” He cringed. “I spent my birthday by myself while you guys went out to a noraebang. I graduated from my online course and you guys don’t even know I was taking one.” He stared at me for a few moments, then pulled me close again, this time into a proper hug, clinging to me as if trying to make up for weeks’ worth of mistreatment.

“Minnie-ah… If I’d known we were that bad…”

“You’d have done the same thing, because you did know. You just didn’t have any reason to stop.” He seemed to slump slightly but suddenly pulled back, taking my face in his hands.

“Well, now I do. The next person who tries to mistreat you is answering to me. Got it?” I nodded. “And first thing tomorrow, we’re planning a massive celebration for all the stuff we missed. Your birthday, your graduation, wait, what were you studying?” I giggled at the sudden change of thought process.

“A few things. Ancient Korean History, Literature, Philosophy, and Music.” He stared at me, eyes wide.

“Shit, girl, is there anything you didn’t take? You’re going to make Namjoon look bad!” I smirked.

“That’s the point.” He burst out laughing, quickly clapping a hand over his mouth to stifle the sound.

“Aw man… How did we end up starting out so wrong? We could’ve been talking like this all along.”

“I know how. You’re a bunch of assholes.” My expression was deadpan, and he nodded with a sigh.

“Yup. Got that right. We should get some sleep though. Wanna share?” he asked suddenly and I looked up at him, shocked. “We’re already on my bed,” he explained with a shrug. I took a deep breath, considering his words for a few moments. Logically, it wasn’t an unusual suggestion. The others shared beds all the time, after all. The only difference was gender and the fact that, until a few hours ago, they had hated me. Finally, I nodded.

“Okay, but you’re explaining to the others if they see.” He chuckled, edging away from the wall and turning to lay down, the movement settling me naturally beside him.

“You got it.” He rested his head on the pillow, pulling mine a little closer to ensure it was settled comfortably. “You good?” I nodded. “Good, now go to sleep. My ass is killing me.” I exploded in laughter, turning quickly to bury my face in his shoulder, the first thing I could think of to muffle the sound. Thumping a fist against his chest in complaint, I felt it shaking with his own silent laughter as he grabbed my wrist to stop me before he elbowed me in the side. “Shut uuuuup. You’re gonna wake the others.” I took deep breaths through my nose, forcing myself to stop laughing, though the odd giggle still escaped. “Sleep. Now. Be good.” I nodded and closed my eyes, barely noticing I was still curled up with my head on his shoulder and my wrist in his hand.

The next morning, I was awakened by a soft voice rumbling beneath my ear and curled up a fraction more, nuzzling into the soft pillow cradling my head.

“See?” the voice murmured. “She trusts me. Let me do it.”

“When was the last time you treated a cut? Look at it. I don’t like the look of it.” My pillow moved a little and I frowned, the fingers that touched the cut on my forehead uncomfortably cool.

“Shit,” my pillow muttered and it shifted, a cool cloth pressing to my skin. “I thought Hobi cleaned it yesterday?”

“He did, but he must have missed some dirt or something. She’ll be fine. It’s just a little red, but I don’t want it getting infected.”

“I dunno, she feels really warm.”

“She’s hugging you, of course she is. You’re like a furnace.”

“Right. Think I should wake her?”

“Yeah, she’ll probably benefit from some fresh air instead of whatever she’s getting through your shirt.” The pillow shifted again, and I felt an arm I hadn’t even noticed was around me start to nudge me gently.

“Minnie-ah… Minnie, time to wake up.”

“Minnie? Where’d that come from?”

“Shush. She likes it.”

“Huh? Since when are you two so close?”

“Since you guys scared the living shit out of her last night with your shouting and I was the only one that noticed she was acting like a puppy you beat the crap out of. Why do you think I had to text you how to pick the lock to get in here? I had to lock it so she’d feel safe.” The pillow’s voice was harsher now and I started to wake properly as it dawned on me that it was Yoongi. Hurriedly, I sat up, rubbing my eyes and bowing quickly to Namjoon. He stared at me in bewilderment at the formality, until Yoongi too sat up, resting a hand on my arm. “It’s okay Minnie-ah. Namjoon just wants to take a look at that cut on your forehead. He won’t hurt you.”

“Of course I won’t fucking hurt he-“

“Shut up!” Yoongi snapped quickly, cutting off the outburst before it could get too far, his hand moving to cover the ones that had grabbed his arm reflexively. “Hey, hey,” he soothed, turning his attention back to me. “Remember what I said last night? Hmm?” I thought back, my mind trawling through our conversation.

“Not me?” I cringed at the ridiculously timid voice that seemed to have replaced my own. He nodded.

“That’s right. Will you let him look at the cut?” I nodded slowly, and Yoongi turned back to Namjoon. “Okay, be gentle, okay? Pretend it’s a fan. A nice one.” Namjoon sighed and nodded, moving closer and kneeling beside me. He gripped my chin gently, turning my face so that he could clearly see the cut, though his eyes flitted down to the skin that was now covered in purple blotches. My own averted quickly, and he frowned.

“Does that hurt?” I shook my head. “Then what… Shit, you really are scared of me, aren’t you?” he asked, his voice unusually soft. I nodded tentatively and his hand dropped from my face, gripping my own. “I won’t hurt you again, I swear.” I turned my head slightly to face him, and he smiled warmly at me. “Hell, if you got Yoongi being that protective so quickly, you have to be a good person. He doesn’t look after anyone.” He chuckled, and Yoongi moved closer, arm wrapping around my waist.

“He’s right, you know. You don’t realise it, but you picked the biggest asshole of all of us to use for a teddy bear. My reputation is ruined.” The cheerful banter had the desired effect and I giggled, turning to hide my face in Yoongi’s shoulder. There was silence for a moment, before all of a sudden a shout sounded from Namjoon.

“What the actual fuck?!” The others came racing to the door, and I turned to look at him quickly, eyes wide. “But she’s…and you…I’ve never…huh?!” I blinked, staring at him blankly. He looked back and forth between Yoongi and I. “That’s our girl?” My cheeks coloured at the term, but Yoongi nodded. “She sounds like that?”

“Yup.”

“But…she’s freaking adorable!”

“Yup.”

“That’s the badass that took me down last night?”

“Yah huh.”

“Holy… Damn. We spent two months missing out on that.” Yoongi chuckled and nodded. The others started edging into the room, keeping their distance cautiously.

“What happened? Is everything okay?” Jungkook asked, and I looked up, nodding slowly.

“Everything’s fine,” Namjoon added with a grin toward Yoongi. “Just… watch this.” Before I could register what he was doing, he reached out, tickling my side and making me squeak loudly before burying my face once more. Again, there was silence, before all hell broke loose.

“Cuuuuute!” Taehyung exclaimed, bouncing on his toes and clutching at Jimin, who simply stared. Jungkook broke into loud laughter, Hoseok doing the same, while Jin stumbled backwards into them, staring in disbelief. “I’m so glad we’re having the” Tae’s voice cut off all of a sudden and I glanced up to see Jimin’s hand over his mouth.

“Time off! We’re having time off. To deal with your bruises. Yeah,” Jimin babbled as he ushered Taehyung from the room, the others following and leaving only Namjoon and Yoongi with me.

“Okay, now that Mom and the kids are gone, let’s deal with this. It looks like it could be infected a little, but nothing major,” Namjoon muttered, cleaning the cut and pressing a dressing over it. “We’ll leave that on for a couple days so it can heal, and then check on it.” Gathering his things, he headed for the door, turning to Yoongi with a secretive smile. “Don’t forget. Half an hour.” Yoongi nodded and Namjoon left, closing the door behind him.

“What’s in half an hour?” I asked, looking at Yoongi in confusion.

“They’re gonna be finished with the guy stuff by then. Pushups, that kinda stuff.” I nodded. It made sense. Jungkook was always in a bad mood, or at least worse than usual, if he didn’t manage a morning workout. “May as well watch some tv while we wait,” he muttered, grabbing a remote and switching on the small tv I hadn’t even noticed the day before. Immediately, the sounds of one of my favourite anime were filling the room and I flopped onto my stomach to watch, looking back at the small chuckle behind me.

“What?”

“You look like Tae. He does that exact same thing.” I grinned.

“Best way to watch cartoons.” He raised an eyebrow and lay down next to me, considerably more gracefully than I had.

“Huh… You’re right. Weird.”

Half an hour later, when the show had finished, he pushed himself to his feet and stretched with a groan, holding a hand down for me.

“Guess it should be safe out there now. Think you can brave it?” I eyed the door nervously, suddenly feeling afraid now that the prospect of leaving my sanctuary was before me. “I promise you’ll be safe. I’ll stick with you,” he said softly, squatting beside me. “You don’t have to be scared. We all know you did nothing to deserve how you were treated. We’ve learned our lesson.” It was impossible not to trust him now that I knew how kind he could be, and I took his hand. He pulled me to my feet, letting go when I suddenly yelped in pain. “What is it? Your arm?” His voice was almost panicked and he quickly pushed aside the tshirt on my shoulder, examining the skin carefully. The grimace on his face told me all I needed to know.

“Is it bad?”

“Well, it’s not great,” he muttered, his fingers resting gently on my shoulder. “Looks like someone hit right on the joint yesterday. It’s a really nasty bruise. Looks almost like when I fractured my shoulder.” I squeaked quietly at the thought and he quickly hushed me, resting his palm gently over the joint. “I’m sure it’s not that, though. Just a bruise on the bone, I bet.” I nodded slowly, feeling nervous at the thought of a fracture. “Hey. It’s fine. Even if it did turn out to be a fracture, which it won’t, the studio has some of the best doctors in the area on speed dial. You’d be healed within a day.” He chuckled, giving me a warm smile, and leaned down, pecking a quick kiss to the bruise. “There. Now it has to be fine. A kiss from Min Yoongi can cure anything.” I rolled my eyes, elbowing him in the stomach and flinching as the movement sent another pang through my shoulder.

“How did I not notice that when I was lying down?” I muttered, holding the arm still with my other hand.

“Maybe you were overloaded from yesterday.” He shrugged and headed for the door, pulling it open. “Now, let’s go get some lunch. It’s way too late for breakfast.” I nodded eagerly and followed him, letting him walk ahead of me. I was far too nervous to face the others alone, even for a few seconds. He entered the living room and moved to the side, the others immediately jumping into view with a giant ‘SURPRISE!’ I squealed in fright, toppling onto my backside and staring at them in shock. They were all decked out with party hats, streamers draped around Tae and Jungkook’s necks and party horns in both hands.

“Wh…what?” I mumbled, wide eyes darting between them all.

“Yoongi told us,” Jin said apologetically by way of explanation.

“Happy graduation!” shouted Jimin and Hoseok, followed by a “Happy Birthday!” from the others. Namjoon came toward me, plucking me from the ground and carrying me into the living room. He set me on the sofa, and I was finally in a position to see the copious amounts of wrapped presents littering the room, as well as a beautiful birthday cake resting on a table beside the tv.

“How did you do this?” My voice was barely above a whisper as I looked around, my eyes welling with tears. Even on the rare occasions I had celebrated my birthday with others, I had considered myself lucky to have a present. Here I was, in my bandmates’ dorm, surrounded by what easily amounted to ten times the largest number of presents I had ever received, from the men who had hated me until a couple of days previously no less.

“We called in a couple favours,” Jungkook explained as he sank down to sit on the floor in front of the couch with a grin. “Told some people what we needed and they picked it up for us.”

“This is all for me?” Jin nodded, setting a present on my knee.

“I suggest you get started, or we’ll never get to the games today.” The promise of games immediately made me grin and I began to make short work of the parcels. Before long, I was surrounded by piles of clothing, books, dvds, games, stuffed animals and other gifts, and had shed so many tears of gratitude that I started to wonder if I would end up dehydrated.

We had eaten dinner and cake and were seated in the living room, all slightly tipsy from the beers that Jimin had seen fit to give as one of his gifts, when Jin announced that it was ‘time for the games’. I had no idea what he meant, but apparently it was a common occurrence, as the others whooped with glee and all grabbed cushions, sitting in a circle on the floor. I was about to follow suit when Yoongi, who was seated nearest, grabbed my wrist and pulled me down onto his knee with a grin.

“Thought you were gonna get a different seat today?” he teased, the others oohing at the behaviour. I shook my head, cheeks colouring. It was one thing to be sitting in his lap after the day I had had yesterday, in the solitude of our room, but another entirely to be doing so in front of everyone. He chuckled, wrapping his arms around my waist to stabilize me as Jin set a bottle in the centre of the group. “Truth or dare,” Yoongi explained in response to my look of puzzlement. Jin took the first turn, the bottle pointing to Namjoon. The leader chose to err on the side of caution, requesting Truth.

“Would you eat a habanero pepper if it was covered in chocolate?” Jin asked and Namjoon groaned, resting his face in his hands.

“You ask this every time, and every time I tell you no! God, stop trying to get me to eat your experiments!” He grabbed the bottle with a glare in Jin’s direction, spinning it with a vengeance. Next was Jimin’s turn, and in true Jimin fashion, he chose a Dare.

“Okay, I dare you to eat Jin’s chocolate habaneros.” Jimin’s face paled and Jin crowed with delight.

“I’ll make some first thing in the morning!” he cheered as Jimin grabbed the bottle, spinning it before he could risk any further evil. It pointed toward Yoongi and I. I looked at my ‘chair’ as I realised the problem.

“Who is it?”

“You can go first, I’ll take the next one,” he answered with a smile, and I turned back toward Jimin.

“I choose Dare.” Jimin’s eyes widened and he looked toward Tae, who gave him a smile that made my stomach sink. “No, I choose Truth!” Tae’s head shook immediately.

“You can’t change your mind! Only way you can do that is if you forfeit, which means we all get to do something to you.”

“Last time, Hobi got sprayed with silly string,” added Jungkook matter-of-factly. I thought carefully about my options. I could risk chocolate habaneros, or I could face the forfeit. I had already been beaten up, nothing could be worse, could it?

“Then I forfeit. I can’t handle spicy food. It makes me sick.” Tae grinned, turning to Jimin.

“Should we?” Jimin nodded.

“It’s only fair. We’ve all had to at some point. Only fair she has to. Except, I have an idea…” he added with an evil smirk, jumping up and hurrying from the room.

“Why do I feel like I should have taken the peppers?” I whined, pouting.

“Okay!” Jimin shouted as he ran back in, waving a scarf. “Put this on! Over your eyes.” He handed it to me, and Yoongi helped me to tie the scarf over my eyes, checking to make sure I couldn’t see.

“You’re not going to tickle me, are you? Coz that’s just mean.”

“Nope!” chirped Jimin. “You’ve seen the variety shows, right?” I nodded. “Okay, you know those challenges where one of us has to kiss another on the cheek?” I nodded again, feeling my stomach sink once more. “Okay, we all get to kiss you. Properly. And you have to guess which of us is which.” I felt my blood run cold, Yoongi’s arms tightening a little.

“Are you sure about that, Jimin? It’s not really fair to kiss her after the way we’ve treated her.” Jin’s voice was filled with concern, and I felt Yoongi nod in agreement.

“Exactly! We treated her badly. Women like to be kissed. We should kiss her.” His voice was so deadpan that I couldn’t help wondering if he was more drunk than the rest of us.

“I’m not sure your logic works, Jimin-ah,” Hoseok argued, but Yoongi chimed in.

“Actually, it kind of does.” He took a deep breath. “Kisses make you care for someone. Whether you want it to happen or not, they do. It’s scientific or something like that. What better way to make sure we don’t hurt her again than by caring for her?” My eyes widened behind the blindfold at the betrayal, but I felt a hand reaching up to toy with my hair and frowned in confusion. “Besides, I kind of want to do it,” he added, a little more quietly.

“That’s settled then!” shouted Jimin. Immediately, I was lifted off Yoongi’s knee and set on a cushion, my bearings well and truly messed up. “We each get to kiss you, in whatever way we think is best, and you have to try and figure out who it is.”

“Lips only?” a voice asked, though I had trouble working out whose it was.

“Nope, but only shoulders up.” I squeaked at the criteria, suddenly feeling a lot more vulnerable than I had. I felt a hand on my shoulder and almost jumped out of my skin, though the voice by my ear set me at ease.

“Don’t worry, I’ll keep an eye on everyone,” Yoongi murmured, and I nodded my thanks. A moment later, I felt a hand on my arm, and then a pair of lips were pressed to mine tentatively, lasting only a moment. I grinned as soon as my lips were free, chuckling under my breath.

“That one’s easy,” I chirped. “Jin!”

“How’d you know?!”

“You’re so shy. You’re the only one that would be that respectful. Thank you,” I added, holding out a hand. He took it, gripping it tightly, but though I expected only that, I found myself being kissed again, this time more urgently, a hand slipping to the back of my head as a tiny groan sounded from just in front of me.

“There…” he muttered breathlessly as he pulled away, releasing my hand. “Let it never be said I don’t know how to kiss a woman.” I sat there, stunned, and shook my head quickly.

“N-nope. Not gonna say that.” I cleared my throat, suddenly realising just how real this was. Soon, I felt another hand on my arm and steeled myself. I was quickly grateful I had. Another pair of lips touched mine, this time very different. The touch was sensual, a hand gently resting where my neck met my shoulder, tracing light patterns on my skin as the lips trailed to the other side of my neck. I bit the inside of my lip to stifle the moan that was threatening to escape, though as the mouth touched the skin over my pulse, I felt it curve into a smirk at the way my heart was racing. When he pulled away, I thought carefully, though partly to give myself time to recover.

“J-Jungkook?” I stammered, only to be greeted by a chorus of cheers.

“She’s good at this!” I heard Hoseok say, and Jungkook piped up.

“How?”

“You smirked. You’re the only one who *always* does that.”

“…Shit.” I giggled, feeling proud of myself, but quickly found the giggle stifled by a passionate kiss, a soft growl easily telling me who it was, though there was so much eagerness to it that I wasn’t about to cut it short. Almost as quickly as it started, it was over, a forehead resting against mine as he panted against my lips.

“Namjoon,” I murmured, and was rewarded with another, this time gentler.

“Guess I shouldn’t have been so…me,” he muttered with a chuckle as he released me. I shook my head, my own chuckle echoing his. Soon, another presence was in front of me, the lips that met mine so gentle that I almost didn’t feel them at first. I didn’t need to even think about it.

“Hey Yoongi,” I murmured as I broke the kiss momentarily before my fingers found their way into his hair. The kiss deepened, and I couldn’t fight an almost inaudible moan, Yoongi’s hand moving to the base of my neck to pull me closer as he answered with one of his own, far more noticeable, if the whoops from the others were to be believed. He pulled away reluctantly, pressing one last, tiny kiss to the tip of my nose.

“Good guess,” he teased, and I shook my head.

“What can I say? When you spend the night next to a guy, you learn his man-stink,” I teased back, the others bursting out laughing at the insult. I grinned, but quickly felt a pair of teeth lightly nipping at my bottom lip as I was slowly pushed backwards, one hand slipping to my back to keep me from falling. My back hit the floor and the new lips began to move against mine, alternating between kissing and nipping until I was almost hoping it wouldn’t end. Fingers tangled in my hair as the lips moved to continue their behaviour on my neck, the digits the only clue I had to the man’s identity, since he was careful to stay silent. This time, I couldn’t help it. My neck was my weakness, and a moan sounded in my throat as I leaned my head back, eager for more contact.

“Well, I guess we know what she likes huh?” Namjoon muttered with a dark chuckle. There was a thud as a hand hit the person kissing me and he sat up, pulling me upright again. I struggled to regulate my breathing, and guessed at the only person I could think of.

“H-H-Hobi?” I asked, praying I was right. I felt another tiny peck on my neck and a small laugh by my ear.

“Bingo.” I took a deep breath, feeling a soothing hand rubbing my back.

“You okay?” Yoongi’s voice asked, and I nodded. “Took you by surprise?” He was giving me an out, and I gratefully took it with a nod.

“Okay, since you already know the last two have to be me and Tae, you’re not allowed to guess until we’ve both kissed you. Okay?” Jimin’s voice intruded on my thoughts and I nodded reluctantly. I was feeling nervous again now. The others had gotten progressively more daring. I could only imagine what else lay in store. Yoongi’s hand left my back, and almost immediately I was being kissed as gently as if I were a china doll that could be broken by the action. A hand slipped to my waist as his tongue brushed my lips, coaxing its way between them. Though the kiss deepened, it lost none of its gentleness, and I was surprised to find myself missing the contact when it ended. I wasn’t given much time to dwell on it, as almost as soon as the kiss was over, I was being pulled into a lap, my legs straddling the ones supporting me. I heard a faint ‘hey’ from Yoongi, but was soon unable to focus on anything else as I was pulled close to the last man’s body, his mouth capturing mine in an almost feral kiss. His teeth tugged on my lip, causing enough pain to elicit a whimper as his hands moved to my hips, pressing me against a bulge that was definitely not unresponsive. The fingers gripping me tightened and the kiss grew more intense until finally I felt a hand on my shoulder. I could only assume the same happened to whoever was kissing me, as he pulled away reluctantly, tongue swiping against my lower lip one last time before I was released.

I was quickly pulled into another lap, this one familiar, and I leaned into Yoongi’s chest as I thought carefully. There was the chance that they were trying to mislead me, but I knew I would only end up giving myself a headache if I tried to think along those lines, so decided instead to go with my instincts.

“The first one was Jimin, and the second was Tae. Right?”

“Damnit! What gave it away?” Jimin exclaimed as Yoongi peeled the blindfold from my eyes and I blinked rapidly to get used to the light.

“I can’t imagine you being *that* aggressive,” I replied, my face flushing at the memory of Tae’s kiss. Namjoon burst out laughing, and Tae and Jimin both pouted.

“I could be if I wanted to,” Jimin muttered and I smiled at him.

“And if I wouldn’t want you to?” I said innocently, my smile broadening as his face coloured. “That was a really sweet kiss. I liked it.”

“What about the rest of us?” Hoseok blurted out, and I nodded.

“All of them. They were all nice, just different.”

“So you liked kissing all of us, huh?” Jungkook asked, his eyebrow raising as he smirked. My blood ran cold and my eyes widened.

“Scuse me!” I yelped, hopping off Yoongi’s lap and racing for the bathroom, locking the door behind me as soon as I was inside. What had I been thinking? Clearly the alcohol had addled my brain, or at least made it less able to watch what I was saying. I sank down with my back to the door and groaned. I could hear the others chatting in the living room, though their voices were low enough to be indistinguishable. I could only imagine what they were saying. No doubt mocking me, if their usual behaviour was any guide. The whole thing had probably just been a prank to see how gullible I really was, and I had fallen for it.

[magicmirrored]

On March 22, 2014, I created whiteravenandblackdove, my first ever fandomless OC roleplay blog on Tumblr. I had previously only played canons up to that point, and I hadn’t been roleplaying on Tumblr for long. Over three years, I built up relationships, not just with muses but with muns, had interacted with pushy/rule-breaking blogs, had a months-long incident with an emotional manipulator, real-life matters, and long nights of fun dash shenanigans. I met some absolutely amazing people there, some I still talk to, others I don’t.

Eventually, I changed the years-old URL to magicmirrored.

Come 2017, and I was preoccupied with one of my other blogs, and had been neglecting the twins for months due to lack of motivation and just an overall feeling of negativity whenever I logged on. But I have had Laine and Zane Misota as characters for years, and I was not going to give up on them.

So I rebooted. Started over fresh. And it was the best idea I had.

I have never met a group of people so readily accepting and welcoming of a new person, so actively kind and appreciative of one another. On the old blog, I always had this issue of “belonging”--I was fandomless and an OC blog, I didn’t fit in anywhere. Now, despite my dash being a wide array of fandoms, I’ve realized that it isn’t a fandom that makes me feel loved: it was the people. And you all have made me feel so at home over the past two months that I’ve had this blog so far. I cannot express just how grateful I am.

It’s been a long time since I’ve consistently had this much fun on a roleplay blog.

So! Let’s get to the sappy part, shall we?

THE SHITPOST CRUSADERS

I would be absolutely remiss to not mention these guys. These people have accepted me and treated me like one of their own from day one, have supported me in the lowest points of my life, have cheered me up whenever I needed it. We’ve dealt with drama and shitty people, dealt with our internal issues, and given each other a resource of love and support that I honestly don’t know where I’d be without. You guys aren’t just my closest friends, you guys are my family. I am honored to be a part of such an amazing group.

I’m not going to tag all of you because half of you aren’t on Tumblr too much anymore (not that I blame you), but know that I absolutely love you guys. Thank you for everything. <3

THE VANGUARD’S FINEST

These are the people I talk to/interact with the most, those who have become dear friends to me and who I love with all my heart.

@shadowhunting-wolf: Dakota!! My IRL best friend, my sister, my DUDE. Words can’t describe how absolutely proud I am of you. You’ve gone on to follow your dream, your calling, regardless of who says what. Even when you have doubts about yourself, you’ve never given up. You are a beautiful, creative, and astounding person who I’m honored to call my best friend. I love you bro <3

@unfriiended Wyatt! I honestly owe the success of my blog to you. Because of your immediate acceptance and welcome of me, others saw me and welcomed me as well, and suddenly, I had a new group of friends that had become invaluable to me--very much including you. You are such a positive force on my dash, the image of staying kind, even if the rest of the world around you is not. That speaks volumes about your personal integrity, and I am absolutely honored to be friends with someone as creative and talented and overall amazing as you are. Make sure to take care of yourself <3

@fakedself: Toki! Holy shit where do I even begin with you? Your writing’s gorgeous and fluid, your art is lovely (especially the coloring, fuck i love your coloring???), your characterization is absolutely top-notch, your passion for Jared is admirable--there’s just too much to talk about! OOC, however, you are simply amazing. You are such a fun and friendly individual to interact with, and are always willing to hear me out on whatever ideas I may have for our muses (whether they’re adorable, painful, or both if we’re lucky). Thanks for that, by the way--I know I can get long-winded, so thank you for being so patient with me. And when it came to personal shit, you were endlessly supportive, and it means to much to me. I fucking love you man <3

@greenxnova / @mysteryisms: Connor! One of the most adorable, kindest kids that I know! I love your writing, your art, your ideas--everything! You’re an absolute joy to talk to, whether it’s plotting or screaming about current interactions or just talking nonsense, I always love whenever we talk. Your creativity is amazing, and I love seeing what else you’ll do with your characters, and the interactions they have with others. I know sometimes you may doubt yourself, but never forget that you are such a talented person--and remember that you can only grow from where you are with practice <3

@h-eadphxnes: Cece! Ohhhh my god, where to begin, because there is so much that I can say about you?? You’re such a sweetheart to everyone you meet, you’re easygoing with a great sense of humor, you’re insanely creative, honestly you’re an inspiration! You have such interesting characterization and execution of said characterization, and your prose writing is something I always look forward to seeing. I am honored to know someone like you <3

@setsfire: Eli! I’ve followed you since this blog’s conception, and you have been nothing short of sweet and courteous to me, even when we weren’t mutuals (I have seen people been less than kind to their non-mutual followers). Your passion for Rich is incredibly admirable, and it’s always a joy to watch you develop him and flesh him out and give him the proper respect he deserves as a character. Your writing is gorgeous and lively, and it complements your characterization of Rich beautifully. I hope we can interact more soon <3

@totallyboss: Ky! You know I think it’s pretty fucking hilarious how we met over a game of CAH, and we’ve been friends ever since! Listen Ky, your writing is flowing and descriptive and bursting with character, your passion for Jake is infectious, your art is simply beautiful! And OOC, you are welcoming and excited and an absolute joy to talk to and plot with. I love talking to you, whether about characters or shows or art or whatever we happen to speak about. I always look forward to every conversation we have. Keep doing you <3

@snowlost / @vintageloved: Richie! Holy fuck dude I love you. Seeing you on my dashmakes my day a little bit brighter. I adore your characterization of whatever muse you have, and I always look forward to interacting with you. You are so sweet and fun and creative and are just so pleasant to speak with. You are precious and adorable and so talented, especially with your graphics! Thanks for staying with me for so long, it means so much to me, you are such a wonderful friend <3

@pitifulbefore: Lune! Like Eli, you have been nothing short of kind and courteous to me when we were non-mutuals, and nothing about that has changed since we became mutuals. Your passion for Jeremy is so admirable, and it’s always a pleasure to see you so excited over him. Your writing is fluid and personalized, capturing every tic and every motion expertly. -hugs- I know things haven’t been going well for you lately, so I’m sending out my love to you. You are a strong, brave person, and I believe in you <3

@plcyerone / @sawcoming: Minnie! Again, even when we weren’t mutuals, you were so kind and accepting of me. You treated me like a friend, and were so warm and open that I felt immediately comfortable around you. Your writing is beautiful, your characterization lively, your voice-acting really nice! And your edits, god, your talent for editing is simply fantastic! You are so kind,and I simply adore you <3

@irnwrk / @3amhigh: Bane! I really have to thank you--I had never really tried to interact with a blog I wasn’t mutuals with, but you were so polite in answering my questions and reassuring me. It meant so much to me. God, you are so creative and passionate with each muse that you make. Your writing is nothing short of captivating, and I look forward to reading each reply of yours. Thank you for being so accepting and kind; we need more people like you in the world <3

@wisheddead: Lex! Can I just mention how incredibly strong and brave you are? Even when faced with backlash and internal struggles, you still log on, still spread love and positivity to your friends. That is incredibly admirable, and you should be so proud. I love your take on Michael, how you portray his struggles, his flaws, his strengths. You are an absolute sweetheart and I love talking with you <3

@missingkxd: Hannah! The moment I posted that thing about wanting ships, it was all down hill from there. We are way too deep into this hell and I am loving it. There’s something so special about your writing that I can’t quite place--I think it’s just how much character is shown in your narration. It is nothing short of excellent. I adore plotting with you, and I always look forward to reading a reply of yours because I’m always captivated by what you write. You are an open and honest person, one who is so kind and considerate and so very, very strong. I love you so much <3

@outofthelight: Callie! Truly one of the sweetest people I know, someone with plenty of creative ideas and excellent characterization. Seriously, I cannot get over how much you nail Evan’s character, and how your writing style reflects that. You are such an articulate and well-spoken person; talking with you is a joy. You are always there to give me support when I need it, and you have no idea how much I appreciate that. You are absolutely wonderful, don’t forget that <3

@kibouzuru: Melody! My dude! You and I have been following each other for--fuck, for years now! We instantly clicked when I had my Komaru, and we’ve been friends ever since. You have been nothing short of kind and friendly and fun to me, whether it’s planning out angst or ships, huge fight scenes, or indulging ourselves in some self-insert writing. You are one of my dearest friends and I am so lucky to have met and continue to know you <3

@titanslayer: Nat! Holy fuck are you amazing. You try your absolute damnedest to make sure everyone else is happy and knows they’re loved, and you have enough sense to know when you yourself need time to recharge. You have an excellent grasp on the technicalities of writing, being able to go from serious writing to GARLIC KNOTS in an instant.I have seen few people with the passion for your muse that you do, and you have earned my respect for that (and, in turn, gave me more respect for Jason). Take care of yourself Gramma <3

@childrenofeney: Sol! God, where do I begin with you? No matter where I go, you follow, and you are so endlessly supportive and fun and cheerful and creative. It means so, so much to me that you care so much about me and my twins that you’ve stuck with me for nearly, what, four years? You are one of my dearest friends, and I wish you nothing but the best <3

@humcne​ / @lvnarloser​: Dromio! To think just how fast we became friends because you sent in a meme that broke Laine on a whim. We clicked immediately, and started throwing out plots to one another and getting so excited over our kids! You are so sweet and compassionate, and we even had fun venting with one another. I love your passion for all your characters, and your writing is a joy to read. I certainly hope we continue to interact <3

@charmingxsolace / @sora12212: Sora! I don’t even know if you’re going to see this--I don’t know how often you lurk Tumblr anymore--but I would be remiss if I didn’t mention you. You have supported me for years, always willing to lend an ear when I needed it and give me some love when I was down. I love and appreciate you and everything you do, whether it’s writing, drawing, or screaming. I really hope you see this, because you deserve to know what a lovely, unique individual you are <3

MODEL SOLDIERS

Those who I haven’t talked to as much and/or admire from afar, but would very much like to interact with!

@oftextmessages | @positronicminds | @heereyo | @lifeisaboat | @livedyears | @circusdcll | @selftrue | @fuckiingclown | @derrybcrn | @diiagnose | @dumbandantisocicl | @saitamagc / @varicnce | @purestcounselor | @eidetic187 | @shesnctafraid | @starcoveredcuffs | @nightsmaren | @stxgedork | @mindlcssvandalism | @runawaywish | @whipon | @grcysleuth | @truthbcund | @goldenpontifexmaximus / @likemymcther | @bittenvigilante | @theyrose | @ecstasyofblood​ | @cosmcther​ | @pigmeats | @fcrfcrever

And, of course...

SIGNIFICANT ANNOYANCE

@hopeprevaiils/@nepvudum

Hi Som ily

No, but really... I have to have a separate section for my significant other, Somari. I would absolutely not be the person I am today without them. In the months leading up to our relationship, they became one of my closest friends. We vented to each other, we gushed with each other, we stayed up until 4 AM on multiple occasions discussing headcanons for our muses. Our relationship went off to a bit of a rocky start, with the aforementioned emotional manipulator doing, well, what they do best, but we did not waver. Because of them, I’ve begun a recovery process--years of self-deprecation and self-hatred have finally begun to leave me. Because of Somari, I’ve actually begun to build a basis of self-confidence. I’ve begun to look at the things I’ve made and say, “Hey, this is actually alright.” Because of them, I’m starting to see myself as someone who is worth something.

Because of them, I’ve begun to love myself.

I love you so, so much Somari. You are a gift to my life, and I hope our future is bright. And even if it isn’t, you know we’ll fight like hell to create some light ourselves.

Thank you to everyone for sticking with me, supporting me, writing with me, and being dear friends to me.

Here’s to even better times in the future!

--Sakra

[misc-headcanons]

OC-tober Day 6 (Minerva): Luxury

@oc-growth-and-development

(NS.FW implications towards the end)

Killer had never seen Eustass with a book in his hands before. Newspapers? Yeah, usually while he was having coffee in the late morning and staving off a hangover. Magazines? Absolutely, though Kid's interest was more in the photographs of the lovely models inside more than the actual written content. But an honest-to-God book was something Killer never expected to see his captain holding. When he walked into the ship's galley and saw Kid peering intently at the pages of a book, Killer had thought he was having a dream or something. He raised an eyebrow behind his mask. "Uh...Kid?"

"What," Kid asked, not looking up from the pages. His gaze was already intense, but as he narrowed his eyes intently while reading, it almost looked like he was glaring at the book instead of reading it.

"What are you reading there?"

Kid folded down a corner of the page he was currently on and showed Killer the cover, titled Magnetism and Metals. "I wanted to try and make something out of the loot we got at the last town," he explained, "But apart from making metal shit move around the way I want to, I'm not really sure how to use my Devil Fruit to do what I want."

Of all the reasons to want to read something, learning how to use his Devil Fruit more effectively seemed pretty in-line with Kid. He was a terrifying force on the battlefield, but Killer always imagined that at some point, his captain would get bored of simply turning his enemies' swords and bullets against them with a wave of his hand. "Oh? What did you have in mind?" Killer grabbed some glasses to fill with beer and sat down near Kid. 

Kid crossed his arms. "If you laugh at me for saying this, I'll break your fuckin' legs," he threatened. "Got it?"

Killer, used to his friend's threats of violence at the drop of a hat, simply shrugged and nodded. Kid was silent for a moment, and then exhaled through his nose. "I...wanted to make something for Minnie," he grumbled. "She always says she doesn't like 'frivolous' shit, so I figured it'd be stupid to just hand over some of the jewelry we snatched from the last island." He took his mug of beer from Killer and took a few gulps. "Normally it's easy to impress a chick just by giving her a necklace or bracelet or something. But y'know, God fuckin' forbid Minnie making this whole dating…'being-crewmates-and-also-fucking' relationship thing easy for me." He held up the book. "So I wanted to take something that'd look nice on her, and make it practical too," he continued. "First I thought about this one gold locket and thought it'd be cool to make a little compass inside. But it's made of pure gold, and according to this--" he poked the book cover with one of his metal fingers--"pure gold ain't something I can use my Magnetism on. Besides, it'd be a pain in the ass to work with something so tiny and make it into a little compass that'd fit anyway…"

Killer listened silently as Kid talked, and he was thankful for the mask that was hiding the small smirk on his face. Of course Kid was reading a book to try and do something to impress Minerva--or as Kid had taken to calling her, Minnie. Kid could hide it all he wanted with complaints and jabs about her being a know-it-all and being a pain in the ass, but he wasn't fooling anybody on the crew with his blustering. Still, Killer could see how she'd be hard to impress or woo, especially for someone like Kid who thought of romance as just a gateway to the more "fun" parts of enjoying someone's company. Minerva was an intellectual, and she really did dislike things that weren't practical; she wouldn't want to wear something like a piece of jewelry unless it has some sort of function. 

"So I settled on making a little knife for her to carry around under her sleeve or something," Kid concluded. "I went through the book again to see what kinda metals are magnetic and easy to melt down so I didn't make a dagger that's worthless to make into a weapon." He smirked and pulled out the sheath and dagger he had made for the knife a few days ago in his workshop. "I managed to mess around a bit and melt down enough bronze to make it look gold and still be magnetic." He unscathed the knife and sent it flying around the room with a wave of his fingers, and then made it land onto the table. "Plus, based on what I read this time it should be able to work with that electricity whip thing she uses, so she can charge it up and then send it flying into some asshole's face." 

Kid grinned and sheathed the dagger again, pushing it over to Killer. "And even if she says she doesn't care about that kinda thing, I tried to make it look…" He waved one of his hands and rolled his eyes a bit. "Y'know...pretty and elegant and all that shit." 

Killer looked down at the dagger and sheath, and he was surprised at the level of detail he could see up-close: the handle was adorned with a few small jewels in shades of dark red and purple, and there was a bit of etching in a border around the blade itself that looked remarkably like the electricity attack Minerva used in battle. The sheath had a similar pattern, but instead of a simple border it was etched to look like a whip was wrapped around the entire length of the sheath in a spiral; at the end of that etching was a carving of an M towards the end of the sheath, with small embellishments around the ends of the letter to give it an elegant flair.. The mixture of gold and other metals gave it a subtle glint as opposed to the pure shine that most jewelry had, and it was a soft bronze color that reminded Killer of honey. He knew that Kid was certainly a gifted blacksmith, but he hadn't ever seen Kid care so much about the details of one of his creations until now. It looked like something you'd see in the hands of a noble, with a beautiful luxurious appearance that was also wicked and deadly. 

Kid rubbed the back of his neck. "Think she'll like it?" He didn't sound anxious per se, but Killer noted the slight bit of uncertainty in his voice. "Hell, she better fuckin' like it after all the time and effort it took making it," he added with a scowl. "I gave myself a headache trying to make sure all the detail work turned out right."

Killer smirked at Kid's added bit of bravado to try and make up for how unsure he sounded about whether or not Minerva would like his gift. He handed the knife back to his captain and nodded. "It's a weapon she can hide easily, works well with her abilities, and it's definitely something she'd find 'pretty or whatever'," Killer replied. "I'm sure she'll like it." More than that, Killer knew she'd love something that Kid took time to create and learn about more than anything else. It showed that despite his small layer of bravado and pigheadedness, Kid really did care about her. 

Kid grinned and slid the sheathed dagger back into his coat pocket before taking another drink. "Hell yeah! Heh. I bet she'll be eager to show me how much she loves it afterwards too," he added with a suggestive smirk. "I turned some of the scrap metal into some nice looking piercings for me. Can't wait for her to get an eyeful of 'em down there while she's thanking me for her little present."

Killer silently drank his beer and rolled his eyes. Okay, despite Kid's gigantic layer of bravado and pigheadedness, he really did care about Minnie...