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redwinetalks · 9 months ago

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I Won’t Let You Sink

Chapter 1

Word Count: 4k

Pairing: Finnick x Fem!OC

Warnings: angst, thoughts of some self harm, miss girl has to sell her body

Summary: Silk Fabelle is the winner of the 68th annual Hunger Games and she’s finishing up her victory tour. She meets Finnick then returns home leading to a lil chit chat with Snow.

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The Capitol was the complete opposite of District 8. Full of bright colors and energy instead of dull and lifeless. Everything is perfectly placed and decorated. Artistically groomed trees and bushes. The Capitol elite expect me to think of this as a blessing. How much of an honor it is to get to visit. To be invited to these lavish parties and be dressed to the nines. But with each conversation I’m dragged into, I’m counting the seconds until I can go home and no longer be stuck with the people who use my trauma as a way to get off.

“Did you hear me?” I’m snapped back to reality by the woman who’s been speaking to me about my victory. Her blue and purple hair is tied up in an intricate bun. Her eyeshadow goes all the way to her temples and her eyebrows are adorned with jewels. To match her eccentric look, she’s wearing a bright purple gown that cinches her waist so much I wonder how she’s even breathing.

“Yes, sorry. I couldn’t help getting distracted by how beautiful everything looks tonight.”

“Oh, of course! I can’t even imagine having to live in that dreary district of yours. This must be such a culture shock. But, back to what I was saying. Your games! You really surprised us all. I mean, no one guessed that the little girl from 8 could win. A lot of people lost their bets after your victory. Don’t worry though, no one could stay upset about it. Not with how precious you are! You really are a doll just like they say!” A doll. That’s the pet name they’ve adorned me with. The Capitol’s doll they could dress up and play with however they so please.

“You’re going to be quite popular! But I must leave you, I need to get a little drink.” She gives me a wink and walks away. Im sure she’s off to purge and then continue to gorge herself.

When she’s gone I close my eyes and let out the deep sigh I’ve been holding. With each Capitol aristocrat I talk to I feel more and more suffocated. I grab a glass of wine and then move myself away from the crowd. This party is supposed to be dedicated to me to congratulate my huge “victory”. No one expected me to win. District 8 has a pretty poor relationship with the Capitol because of our rebelliousness. This kept me from getting any help from sponsors. It also didn’t help that I don’t look very strong, I’m shorter than most people my age, and the jobs back home don’t prepare us in the slightest for what’s to come in the arena. That’s not all true, though. I gained enough strength by carrying large amounts of supplies to and from the factories. Boxes full of fabric or Peacekeeper uniforms are much heavier than people think. I used my knowledge of different bugs and berries, used to make dyes, to help me keep from poisoning myself in the arena. My mentor Cecilia told me since I know how to sew, stitch, and weave that I have a good eye and a steady hand. She taught me how to make traps that I could use against other tributes or to catch food. She helped me learn how to use throwing knives, her weapon of choice. That proved to be significantly helpful during the bloodbath. The majority of my games I spent hiding. My arena was a rainforest so it wasn’t difficult to disguise myself. I was then able to trick some tributes with poisonous berries or trapping them in a net made up of vines and leaves. I’m sure it was a riveting show for everyone glued to the broadcast. Not at all traumatizing for them, only for the 17 year old.

“Not enjoying the festivities?” I’m slightly startled when he comes up and stands next to me. Finnick O’dair. The so called Capitol “darling” and youngest to ever win the games. “I’m sorry, I’m really sorry. Didn’t meant to catch you off guard.” He laughs.

“And what if I’m not?” I sip my wine and look at him, deadpanned.

“Don’t worry, it only gets worse from here.” He lets out a another light laugh and I hum in response.

“Thanks for the warning. I figured as much.” I think about walking away, but there’s something about him that compels me to stay put. It’s disarming. I don’t figure a Career would be too enjoyable to hang around, yet he has this air to him that I can’t walk away from. Maybe it’s how his tan skin and perfect smile are even more breathtaking in person. I could just be getting hypnotized by his beauty and charm. Which, I’m positive he uses to his advantage. He then turns to face directly in front of me and holds his hand out.

“If you’ll let me, I was hoping I could steal you away for a dance.” He takes my hand and gives it a small peck as I just look at him. I raise my eyebrows in surprise.

“Are you trying to charm me, Finnick O’dair?” He flashes me a perfect smile.

“And what if I am, Silk Fabelle?” He moves his face closer to mine and his voice, as smooth as velvet, is just a whisper. He smells like salty seawater and citrus. The hair on my neck stands up and I can feel the goosebumps creeping up my body. Maybe I am being hypnotized.

“I suppose you can. Hopefully it’ll keep everyone else from talking to me about my riveting games.” I say after clearing my throat and awkwardly adjusting my stance.

“You sure you’re not trying to keep me all to yourself, darling?” I stop and blankly stare at him. He rolls his eyes at me, “I’m kidding. Shall we?” I slowly nod and he escorts me back through the crowd of people.

“So is there a particular reason you decided to make my acquaintance?” I question him. No other previous victors have come to talk with me, at least not yet. It’s just been one vulture after the next. Maybe in his eyes he just saw a damsel in distress that he needed to rescue. He wouldn’t be incorrect per se.

“Maybe I just wanted to finally see your beauty in person. The broadcast is one thing, but there’s nothing like the real deal.” He says when we find a spot on the floor. He takes my waist and gracefully starts to guide me. It’s as if it’s second nature to him. I don’t know how to feel about his flirtations and it makes me a bit uneasy. I don’t know if I can trust him, but I’m not in the games anymore. He’s not another tribute trying to kill me before I kill him first. It sounds like he means what he says, so maybe I’m just overthinking it.

“You sure are quite the charmer, but I’m having a hard time believing that’s the only reason.”

“Oh please, I can’t just dance with a pretty girl? Must I have a motive?” I can feel his thumb rubbing my back. That plus the dancing is making me dizzy. My head feels like it’s spinning, but it could just be the wine causing that effect.

“Do you?” I press him, trying to remain focused, and he looks at me so softly.

“I just thought you might’ve been struggling to stay afloat. This place..these people..they’ll drown you. To them we aren’t real people we’re just toys. Entertainment. I remember how I felt when this was my party and I guess I just didn’t want you to have to go through that alone.” The playful banter has dropped and he speaks so genuinely. He’s not at all what I expected. I’ve only ever looked at careers with aversion. The way they suck up to the Capitol and get almost doted on in return. But they’re still district citizens. Even if they are on better terms with the Capitol, it doesn’t mean they aren’t part of this continuous punishment. They’re pawns in this game like everyone else, they just play differently.

“So you’re telling me no one whisked you away to save you at your victory party” I tilt my head when asking.

“Afraid not, sweetheart.” Even with his flirtatious banter back on I can see that there’s a sadness in his eyes. Like this confidence that he radiates is just an illusion to keep him from sinking. After winning the games they make you think you finally get to be free. You can finally be happy and you don’t have to live in fear. But the games never end. I can see it from the way Finnick looks at me. After you win the torment just continues. There is no freedom.

“I’m sorry you were alone. I appreciate, though, you being here for me even though you don’t know me. I hope..maybe..I can do the same for you.” I say that last sentence quietly. As if I’m not sure if I want him to hear it. I’m not quite sure if I mean it. He squeezes my hand a bit and softly smiles. His dimples showing only slightly.

“I can already see my days getting brighter.” He releases my waist once the song ends and brushes a hand through his golden blonde hair. The lights reflecting off of him in the most picture perfect way. “Unfortunately, I have to go, but it was lovely meeting you Silk.” He kisses my hand once more and walks away after I say goodbye. I’m left feeling frozen in place like a trance has just been lifted. Then, almost immediately I’m being pulled into another meaningless conversation with Capitol citizens. I try to stay present to what’s going on around me, but my mind keeps going back to Finnick O’dair.

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I’m on the train with Cecilia, finally going home after the victory tour. I’ve been sitting at the table moving my fork around my breakfast, too distracted to eat. I haven’t been able to push Finnick out of my mind. There is just something about him that is so alluring and mysterious that my teeth clench from trying to figure him out. I can’t help getting frustrated at myself for thinking only of him. Maybe it’s just because he’s so different from anyone I’ve ever met. His aura is so captivating and it’s like he knows just how to wrap you around his finger.

“How was last night?” Cecilia comes up behind me and takes my plate.

“I wasn’t finished.” I turn and look at her and she rolls her eyes.

“You’ve been pushing that blueberry around with your fork for 10 minutes. You’re finished.” Annoyingly, she’s right. I’m not even hungry anymore. I felt full after just a couple bites. I’ve only been able to eat small meals since leaving the arena.

“Last night was wonderful” she lets out a small laugh at my sarcastic reply.

“Did you meet any of the past victors? It’ll help having some of them close by.” I look down at the table where my plate was.

“I met Chaff and Seeder. They were nice, well, Chaff was a bit..overly friendly..but Seeder was kind. I was told Haymitch would be an ass, but I thought he was alright. Maybe just a bit abrasive.” I shrug. Cecilia hums in response while tapping her fingers on the table. I slightly glance up at her and she looks off and smiles.

“You seem to be leaving a certain person out.” I just look at her. “He’s much more genuine than people give him credit for. You should continue to get to know him. You’re still making allies you know, it doesn’t matter that you’re no longer in the arena.” I nod and turn to look out the window.

The only good thing about being on this train for so long is that I can look at all the trees. I can get lost in them. It brings me some sense of peace with my thoughts being so loud. I don’t know how I’m supposed to go back to normal. How I’m supposed to just go home and move on. How am I supposed to sleep peacefully each night when there are kids that are dead because of me? I’m not. That’s exactly the point. I’m supposed to feel like my insides are eating me alive and have these nightmares. That’s how Snow wants us to feel. He knows that the games will leave you forever traumatized and he loves it. He’s sick and cruel and twisted.

My nails have drawn blood on my arm from gripping myself so tightly. When I get up to grab a napkin, I realize we’re arriving at District 8. I thought I’d be excited to be home but I just feel numb. Nothing is going to be the same and it terrifies me.

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“You’re home” My mother says so softly. She runs up to me and wraps me in a tight hug when I walk into our new house in Victor’s Village. She cradles my head and rubs my back. The comfort she brings me is instant and I feel like I could collapse into her arms. Maybe I will be okay as long as she’s with me.

For my whole life I’ve only had my mother. I don’t remember my dad. He died when I was very young, but I’ve never felt like something was missing without him. I don’t feel his absence. When my father was 16 his older brother was reaped into the games and his death was so painful, that he swore to never have kids. He didn’t want to bring a child into a world where they could be put through something so heinous and vile, but he met my mother and accidents happen. My mother was anxious of course, but she still wanted to have me. She told me that when she realized she was pregnant with me, my father changed. Like some switch had been flipped. He became a completely different person. He was no longer kind, he drank, and he would have these sudden fits of rage. Mom tried to stay with him. To see if he would go back to the way he was. To see if he was just processing everything in some excessively horrible way, but he only got worse when I was born. So she kicked him out. When I was a bit older she told me that he had been shot by a Peacekeeper for some drunken altercation just days later.

My father didn’t want me and I don’t need him. I don’t feel his absence. All I feel is the love and protection that my mother has given me since I was born. She has never made me feel unwanted or like a burden. She is the strongest person I know and means more to me than anything in this world. If it wasn’t for her, I know I wouldn’t have gotten out of that arena.

“I missed you” I muffle into her shoulder. She puts her hands on my face and moves me to look directly at her.

“I missed you, too, my beautiful girl.” She then kisses me on the forehead, “Come with me. I want to show you want I’ve done with the place and then we’ll eat dinner.” She ushers me around the house showing me the different curtains and blankets she’s made. Most of the blankets she knit in our old home while I was in the arena. She told me that was the only thing she could do to keep from losing herself. While I was on my victory tour she sewed the curtains and a new bedspread for me. It’s a beautiful plum color and it makes the room much more cozy and inviting. Mom and I always try our best to make our home full of color to contrast how grey the district is. That way whenever we get home from a long day in the factories it’s an immediate breath of fresh air. We can almost instantly feel the dread of the day lift off our shoulders.

“You seemed to keep yourself busy” I say as she shows me the pillows in the living room.

“What else was I supposed to do to pass the time?” I laugh and smile so lovingly at her. It’s the first time I’ve been happy since getting reaped. I feel an overwhelming amount of relief that I never thought I’d get.

When she’s finished with the tour I follow her into the kitchen and sit at the table. We eat in a comfortable silence. Mom has always known whether I wanted to talk or not. She never tries to pry unless she knows it’ll help. It’s the first time in the while no one has expected anything of me.

A few days pass and I finally start to get a routine going. My mom goes off to work, thankfully not in the Peacekeeper factory, a different one where she makes an assortment of clothing and I start my morning by going just past the border to the shoreline. It’s the only place where grass grows since it’s far away from all the industrial fumes. I like to sit on the rocky beach and listen to the waves. I bring my sketchbook to work on designing clothes to make for the school children since I have the money to now. It’s something to do to keep me busy and help me feel like I’m doing something to help our community.

The walk home is long, but peaceful. I say hello to those moving on from one job to the next. One of the worst things that the Capitol does do the citizens in 8 is make everyone work long, grueling hours. When school lets out for the day the kids don’t get to go home and play. If there’s free time it means there’s time to work. Our labor is exploited and it’s unforgivable.

When I walk into the house it feels wrong. The air isn’t peaceful, it’s unsettling. It’s smells sickly sweet like roses. Everything seems to be in order, but the door to the study is ajar. I put down my bag and slowly walk through the hall making my way to the open door.

“There’s no need to sneak around in your own home. Please, come join me.” His voice is ice cold and it sends shivers up my spine.

“President Snow” I stiffly walk inside the study, “I apologize. I wasn’t expecting anyone to be home.” He’s sitting at the desk that hasn’t been touched since we moved it.

“Sit, I have some matters to discuss with you.” He gestures to the chair on the other side of the desk and I sit down, “I hope you enjoyed your victory tour.”

“Yes, sir. I did.” I clear my throat my uncomfortably and cross my arms to try and ground myself. I attempt to keep myself from digging my nails into my skin.

“Good, I’m pleased to hear that. I’ve heard lovely things about you. You’re well liked. Many of my colleagues have taken an interest towards you.”

“An interest, sir?” A pit opens in my stomach.

“Yes, Miss Fabelle. A sizable interest, in fact. And this is something that I cannot ignore. You see, these are the kinds of colleagues that sponsor the games and events such as your victory party.” He says as if it’s something I even wanted. He stands and starts to pace around the desk. The overwhelming smell of roses wafts back and forth with each turn. I can feel the nausea starting to grow. “The desire for you has grown quite large and I would hate to disappoint. I understand where they’re coming from. You are indeed a beautiful young woman. So, will you cooperate?” I could’ve gagged right then. He hasn’t said it outright, but I understand him clearly. These people want me. They want my body. His sinister smile grows when he notices how much I’m gripping onto my arms.

“I don’t have much of a choice, do I?” I say looking down at my lap. I know I don’t, but a small part of me hopes that if I ask he won’t make me. But that’s just a silly dream. To believe that I could have a choice in any of this. My body isn’t mine. My life isn’t mine. It all belongs to him.

“Of course you have a choice, Miss Fabelle.” He sits back down and my head shoots up to look him in the eye. “But certain choices have consequences. And it would be very unfortunate for perhaps, your mother, to deal with the consequences of your actions.” He sits back down, clearly satisfied with how this talk is going.

The nausea is only getting worse. My mother. He would kill my mother. The only person I have. The only person that I love. Not only is she important to me, she’s important to this district. She’s always been a strong force in the community. She helps those in need in any way she can. She stands up for what she believes in. She’s part of the rebellion that may or may not even come. If something were to happen to her it would end me, but it would also impact so many of those around me. I couldn’t live with myself if something were to happen to her.

“I understand, sir.” I speak so softly, so defeated.

“Good, I’m very pleased.” He stands up to leave, but not before leaving the flower from his coat pocket on the desk. I walk with him to the front door, trying to hold back the tears that are threatening to fall, and he takes a small look around the space. “Thank you for meeting with me, Miss Fabelle. I hope you are enjoying your new home. You seem to have settled right in. It’s very…eclectic. Oh, and I almost forgot to congratulate you on your victory. You did very well. Until next time.” He smiles so sickeningly and then finally leaves. How kind of him to congratulate me. As if him being proud would somehow fill me with such joy and satisfaction.

The nausea finally hits me with full force and I run to the bathroom to empty the contents in my stomach. The smell of stale roses still fills the air and it continues to make me gag. Once I feel well enough to get up, I brush my teeth and head to my room. I don’t even make it to my bed before I collapse, my sobbing overtaking my body. I feel so disgusting. How can this be allowed? How can they force me to kill other people’s children and then this? Is this what they think freedom is? I don’t have to worry about dying anymore, but I have to sell my body. And if I don’t, I have to fear for the life of the person I love most in the world? How am I supposed to do something so vile? How am I supposed to continue to survive like this? I feel like ripping my hair out. Like scratching at my skin until there’s nothing left but bone.

I rush into my bathroom and run a cold shower. I have to calm down. I have to find a way to live with this and keep my mother oblivious. The only way I know how to do that right now is by washing this whole afternoon off of me. Pretending none of it happened. And that’s what I’ll continue to do. When the time comes for me to visit the Capitol again, I’ll just pretend none of it is real. It’s all a dream. A sick, twisted, horrifying dream. And I’ll just have to go from there.

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Thank you so much for reading chapter 1! This is my first ever fanfiction that I’ve written so I know it’s far from perfect. I’m growing with my writing as I go, but I hope you still enjoy it! I appreciate any kind feedback!

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spongebob-connoisseur · 3 months ago

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So I went to Fan Expo yesterday! I wish I bought tickets for two days instead of one, i couldn't do all that I wanted. Most of my day was just waiting in line to meet voice actors.

Buuut the highlight of my day is that I met Dee Bradley Baker! I got a selfie with him and I asked what was his favorite Spongebob character to play. He said Bubble Bass's mom. He did voice impressions of them both. Its so weird to hear the voices come out of him since I'm used to hearing it on the TV. It was great though.

He LOVED my Slappy cosplay and said it was freaky. I am so so happyyyy. When I took a selfie with him, my friend said some lady also took out her phone to snap a picture of my cosplay. It may not be the most polite thing to do without asking but I really don't mind it lmao

It was my dream to go as Slappy since the first time I ever went to Fan Expo. Which isn't long ago but still. I felt like I was wearing his skin✨

I finally know how Slaps felt like in this instance wearing the Patrick costume

I spent the past week making the head out of paper mache and I'm very proud of it. It's not particularly strong because I was figuring this out while it was foing along. I spent most of my time sculpting and ensuring it LOOKED like Slappy, I didn't give much consideration towards visibility (his mouth is a seeing hole but you can just barely see. Also towards the end of the day, it began cracking around his jaw area so I couldn't wear it anymore. It's fine and easy to fix, I do kinda want to fix it up and make it stronger. Probably put a helmet on the inside and pad out the inside. I also want to give him false eyelashes lmao.

I had a lot of fun painting him though. It was like doing his makeup UwU he's also actually wearing makeup since I used an eyeshadow pallette to use as a highlighter on his skin. He's sparkly in person.

I also made his dorsal fin (I followed a basic fairy wings tutorial to make it) and my sister helped out and made the little gloves from socks. She finds this costume horrifying. I think that's the best part. I chased her around a bit as Slappy.

I also attended a panel and got an autograph from Neil Newbon who voices Astarion from Baulders Gate 3.

Mainly because my friend has been obsessed with the game lately. I didn't think I'd care much until I actually met him. Hes actually wonderful and witty and polite and professional, I could go on and on about it. My friend and I were both gushing about it. Even for the brief moment of meeting him at the table and he shakes your hand with both hands and looks you in the eye AHHHH✨✨✨😭😭

Unexpected but REALLY made my day <33

I ended up missing photo opportunity to meet Spongebob because the line was so long but this is a rare moment where I think it was worth it.

Especially since despite all of that, there are many folks who asked for pictures. Especially older folks. They were able to tell right off the bat that it was Peter Lorre related!

And the ones who were younger and closer to my age were still able to get it. I got a lot of people asking "is that Gomez Addams?" because Gomez is Peter Lorre inspired. Which was the PERFECT opportunity to infodump and tell them that Slappy and Gomez are both caricatures of Peter Lorre. I actually have a printed picture of Peter Lorre that I kept in my tote bag just for this purpose <3

When I was standing in line, one man was looking at the Slappy head for a bit and said "he has a face only a mother could love. He reminds me of a certain actor" to which I just had to say "Peter Lorre!" Hehehehehe

There was also a paramount section where they had Spongebob mini golf.

I actually met a dude while I was in line and he was also a Hardcore Spongebob fan. Its actually crazy to find someone as deranged as I am irl. It was soooo much fun just chatting with him. We ended up traded socials. I kinda wish I stuck around longer but we didn't have much time left ro really explore the con so my friend and I did a mad dash trying to get through as much as we could before the con closed.

All in all, I had fun. I'll probably reuse this costume next year. Perhaps I could find a brown tailcoat suit too so the cosplay can be 100% accurate.

Here are some miscellaneous cosplay pictures:

This one is my favorite <3

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pablitogavii · 2 years ago

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hi love❤ can you maybe write a part 4 for prank wars with gavi. Maybe where she makes fake hickeys on her neck to prank pablo. Like she Plans it with pedri, and reader and pedri where at pablos and readers House and they Film how they prank gavi. And pedri leaves the House bevor gavi is there, but he's knows that reader was with him. Just something that pablo things pedri made the hickeys on the reader. And he's like angry and is sreaming and then like crying.

Thank you for the request!! Here it comes <3

"Alright, you got the camera set up?" you asked Pedri while finishing up your fake hickeys in the bathroom.

"Yep. It's all set up and we can start it when he gets home" Pedri said looking at your artwork complimenting how authentic it actually looked.

"Joder! They look fucking real! No guy would be able to tell that it's makeup" Pedri said touching the fake hickey you made seeing that the eyeshadow doesn't come off as easily.

"You think he will notice them?" you ask packing away your brushed turning to see Pedri's raised eyebrows and you knew what a stupid question that was.

"No guy fails to notice a hickey..especially if it's not from him" Pedri said and you nodded chuckling as you went to living room to wait for Pablo to come home.

pablo: on my way home bonita <3

"Is he coming home?" Pedri asked knowing it was Pablo's text from how big your smile was in that moment.

"Yeah. He's on his way. Start the camera and mess up your hair" you say getting a little nervous but excited about this prank.

"Why?" Pedri asks while messing up his hair

"So it looks real, duh! And be nervous when he gets back, you know like you just got caught hooking up with his girl" you remind him and Pedri nods smirking when the front door got opened up.

"Amor! I'm home! Where are you bonita??" Pablo yelled tossing his training bag to the floor while taking off his shoes feeling pain in his feet after a long day.

"Hey, Pablo! How was training?" Pedri came out of the living room first while you were in the bedroom waiting a few moments.

"Pedri? What are you doing here? Where is Y/N?" Pablo was confused but never even began thinking that anything could have happened. After all Pedri is his best friend, and he trusts you with all his heart.

"I was around and I thought you were home. We should hang out soon, but I gotta go now!" Pedri rushed to leave hoping that would make Gavi questioning and it certainly did.

Why didn't he just text him? Also, he is apart of the team so he knows training schedule like everyone else...something was deifiantelly fishy but Pablo didn't want to jump the gun without talking to you first.

"Sorry Pablito, I was getting changed. Welcome home, cariño..you look exhausted" you rushed to hug him and he hugged you back surprisingly still not seeing the painted purple bruises on your neck.

"I am..it's been an intense training session amor" Pablo replied after you pulled away and he went to sit on the couch to rest his feet a little.

You came behind him starting to massage his tense shoulders just like he liked and he moaned in pleasure as his muscles relaxed under your touch.

"What did you and Pedri do?" Pablo asked and you smiled looking at the camera before replying trying your best to sound nervous.

"Nothing..watched some TV and he asked how you've been doing with trainings and games and all..." you lie and he could immediately tell because you were always a horrible liar.

"And what did you tell him??" Pablo asked starting to feel like something else was deifiantelly going on and he had to figure it out.

"That you've been under lot of pressure lately, but that I'm here to help with it.." you smirk kissing his jaw and he closed his eyes enjoying it for a moment before bringing his mind back to this whole situation.

"You certainly are princesa..come here..sit on my lap" Pablo said and you smiled nodding your head and going around before slipping on his lap feeling his strong arms wrap around your waist to pull you closer.

It was when you moved your arms to put them around his neck that he finally saw hickey on your neck furrowing his bushy eyebrows while looking at it.

"Amor, what's on your neck?" Pablo asked and you quickly covered it with hair knowing that would make him even more suspicious.

"I've burned myself today bebé" you lie moving to hug him but he gently pushes you back to look at it once again moving your hair to the side but you get off his lap not wanting him to notice that it was indeed makeup.

"How do you burn yourself there?" Pablo tried to move your hair to look at it again but you wouldn't let him which made his angry and frustrated knowing that you are hiding something.

"My curling iron" you say and he rolls his eyes telling you to let him see it but you refused reassuring him that it's nothing.

"Stop wiggling and let me see it!" he said pulling you back onto his lap but you fought back not letting him see the fake hickey again. He finally succeeded to hold both your wrists with one hand while moving your hair with another.

"Y/N that's not a burn! That's a hickey!" Pablo said angrily but you just giggled knowing that would anger him more.

"It's not a hickey Pablo. Come on, give me kisses" you baby talk him knowing that by not taking his concerns seriously, he will only grow more angry.

"No! I'm the one who gives you hickeys so I know what a fucking hickey looks like on you!" he said angrily and you smirked resting your head on his shoulder while he still held your wrists tightly.

"Okay, maybe you gave me this one last night...so what?" you say trying to appease him by kissing his neck but he pulled away shaking his head in dislike.

"I never leave them where it's visible and you know that! That' not my hickey! So whose is it then!? Huh!? Who gave you a fucking hickey!?" he was screaming now making you get off his lap and face him.

"Can you please stop making this into a big deal?" you dared say that knowing the effect it will have. Pablo was laughing angrily while throwing his hands in the air in frustration.

You knew he was near a breaking point, because even on the pitch when he starts laughing in anger it's the matter of seconds before he looses his cool.

"Was it Pedri huh!? Did he suck on your neck while I was training!?" Pablo yelled into your face and you bit your cheeks doing a best helpless expression.

"Pablo.." you said quietly but he quickly interrupted you

"It was, wasn't it!? That's why he left so quickly...I interrupted your little hook up session! Mierda! I can't believe you!" Pablo got up running his hands through his sweaty hair before kicking a chair making you jump in your seat.

"Please, Pablo..stop..just stop and listen to me" you rushed hugging him from behind and stoping his little angry outburst. He pulled away from you not feeling like being touched right now.

"I don't want to listen to your lies anymore! It's not a fucking burn! It's a hickey and he gave it to you!" Gavi said and you looked to the ground just nodding your head.

"I'm sorry amor.." you whisper and he pulls away just staring at you in utter disbelief his heart tightening in his chest now more from sadness than anger.

He loved you so much..he was ready to build a life together...he thought you were it for him..his forever and now it was all gone.

"Pablo, are you crying?" you see his glossy eyes and you felt your heart sink as you tried to touch his arm but he quickly pulled away drying his tears as they fell.

"Don't touch me! I fucking love you and this is what you do to me? I fucking love you..." he spoke through tears and you thought this should be the end of the prank.

"It's fake...the hickey is fake and I love you too, mi vida" you say walking to him again and he just stand s there frozen in place not sure what to believe anymore.

He sniffled and you dried his tears this time hugging him tightly afterwards. It took him a few seconds but he hugged you back still staring at the purple skin when you pulled away.

"It's eyeshadow..see?" you took his finger, licked it before touching the fake bruise getting some of the eyeshadow on his finger.

"Oh Díos! I thought I've lost you for real..." he sighed and you smiled shaking your head and moving his sweaty hair from his face.

"Come here, my big baby" you say opening your arms and he hugs you again raising you up and making you wrap your legs around his waist.

"I might want to leave hickeys all over you neck right now amor.." he smirked kissing your neck roughly and you giggled as he turned your around in his arms.

"Fine, but first turn that camera off bebé" you smirk and he does so carrying you back to your shared bedroom.

A few days later...

"Dude it was not funny! I freaked the fuck out!" Pablo said as you watched the video with Pedri who was teasing him about it all day.

"We still haven't replaced that chair btw.." you say with a smirk and he tickles you in response.

"I might want to leave hickeys all over you neck right now amor.." Pablo's voice from the video made Pedri fake vomit and you rolled your eyes turning it off.

"The real ones do look amazing on you, princesa.." Pablo smirked moving your hair to the side proudly observing his little artwork on your neck ;))

Hope you liked it! <33

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jojo-schmo · 1 year ago

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Some Forgotten Land Roleswap Beast Pack lore!!

Thought it would be fun to share some more about the Beast Pack ruled by Clawroline, and my thoughts behind some choices I made when swapping their roles! More under the cut-!

The big three. Queen Clawroline, Leongar her enforcer and second-in-command, and Bandana Dee the Awoofy Prince.

I can't be too detailed about these three because I'd spoil my own comic! But think of Leongar and Clawroline swapping each other's roles like this:

Clawroline is the Queen now but also a sort of Ringmaster based on her circus theme (her boss fight location in Wondaria, and the magic tricks and acrobat attacks she does). That's why she keeps the cape and top hat but accessorizes it a bit more. Also, the jewels on her cape are the purple ones on canon Leongar's cape. You may have noticed in the first page of the prologue, I had Carol and Leon wear one jewel each as a sign of being co-rulers. But now she has both of them. >:)

Leongar is the Enforcer and loyal second-in-command. To be honest I thought his boss attacks were a little basic before Fecto takes full control of him. Biting, scratching... standard things you'd expect from a lion. So to keep with Clawroline's Ringmaster theme, he is now going to be more of a performer. I'm thinking of some fun moves for him. I mean, he's really buff. He'd make a powerful acrobat. So that's where the bow-tie and ponytail come from. (can't have your hair in your face.)

I can only say this about Bandee right now: He's the Awoofy Prince because he made a special connection to the Awoofies and they respect him. However, he rose to Number 3 rank in large part because of the special knowledge he could share with Clawroline from being a Waddle Dee, denizen of Popstar, and someone who has traveled between dimensions before. He becomes a really big asset and gets the Pack closer to their goals than they ever were before.

What goals are those? Sorry! Not spilling yet. :')

Some backstory on Skipperdillo (Roleswap Sillydillo) and Gorimonger (roleswap Gorimondo)! These aren't spoilers, just lore :P

Here's an old post that goes into detail on my thoughts when swapping these two. Basically I swapped the "Anchor Necklace" and wearing "Metal Signs as Armor" aesthetics and things went really smoothly from there, haha.

They don't have a TON of personality in the canon game, so to be honest I broke down their basic characteristics (Silly is.... silly, creative, and chaotic- Gori is strong, territorial, and protective) and made them my own :P

As for why Gori doesn't like Bandee- part of it is because Bandee became Number 3 very quickly, but it also has to do with their first encounters which will be part of the comic :D

Gori and Skipper work together a lot because their jobs complement each other. They like to fistbump after a job well done- a tradition started by Skipper when it saw it on an old advertisement. :3

Finally, the Beast Council's eye makeup! Clawroline's distinct eyeshadow, Leongar's winged eyeliner, Bandee's eyeshadow and Awoofy markings, Skipperdillo's "eyepatch", and Gorimonger's "under-eyeshadow"

The reason I made the Roleswap Beast pack look so different to the canon one is because of the difference of my interpretation of Clawroline's leadership.

Leongar's Beast Pack in canon is more focused on returning back to primal roots. Really embracing the powerful beast within. Raw, untamed energy.

I wanted Clawroline's Beast Pack to be the opposite- under her leadership I think she'd evolve the Beasts forward as they learned from the remnants of culture left behind in the Forgotten Land. They wear a lot of "people clothes" for that reason. (the capes, bow ties, armor, hats...) In canon, she's the only Beast who wears true "people clothes" other than Leon (her top hat and cape). I took her canon interest in these "human behaviors" of magic tricks and clothes and ran with it. So her Beast Pack is very expressive in their appearances.

I think she wouldn't mind it because A) it doesn't directly interfere with their goals, and B) even while brainwashed, she's still a creative being at her core. In canon she wears glitter eyeshadow and learned some complex performing tricks like knife-throwing, acrobatics, and disappearing smoke tricks to complement her feline attacks. To learn all that, I like to think she must have had some respect for the cultural remnants of the forgotten world they live in.

However they're not eliminating the "Beast" part of themselves. They are still wild, but they're blending these ancient, forgotten aesthetics and interests with their own. They have plenty of natural talents and skills to fall back on when something doesn't go right.

So those are some of my thoughts behind this swapped Beast Pack! Since there's so much room to interpret them in canon, I had a lot of fun stretching it all further and in the opposite direction!

Thanks for reading! <3

#forgotten land roleswap #clawroline #leongar #bandana waddle dee #sillydillo #gorimondo #beast pack #awoofy #roleswap scraps #Kirby and the forgotten land #Kirby series #Kirby au #Kirby comic

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kelcemenow · 2 years ago

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Touchdown - Chapter 7.

Pairing Travis Kelce x Reader

Words 3777

Warnings It's a bigger chapter this time but I wanted to get everything in! There's alcohol and strong language and the flirting is going to 100.

CHAPTER 6.

CHAPTER 7.

“You look incredible!” Jess sang through the phone. You had called her on FaceTime to catch her up with everything that had happened. She was mid-way through cooking a meal and wiped her hands on her apron quickly before picking up the phone and making her way to the sofa, “Will, come and see how hot Y/N looks!”

Will was Jess’s boyfriend. They had been dating for around a year and he spent quite a lot of time at your place. He was roughly the same height has Jess, but with a heavier frame. He was a published author and would often come in handy to proof-read your articles.

“You look simply delightful, Y/N!” He appeared on the screen, his rounded glasses perched on his nose whilst he read.

“Keep it in your pants, Will!” Jess jokingly quipped.

You had picked out a pair of black, figure hugging, leather trousers which made your legs look around 6 feet long. A bright pink bandeau top clung to your skin and the colour matched your strapped stilettos perfectly. You had kept your hair simple, styling it in gentle but defined waves and full of shine. You danced your way to your suitcase to try and locate some lipstick options.

“Your makeup looks fire as well!”

Your eyelids were sparkling with a shimmering silver eyeshadow a slick black eyeliner that extended out to make your eyes look bigger. You had groomed your brows to perfection and your skin was glowing.

“Thank you honey, I’m just trying to find a lipstick.” Your hand was out of sight on the screen as you dug through your makeup bag.

Jess gasped, “No! Don’t wear lipstick, you don’t want Travis getting it all over his face!” She laughed and you heard Will cheer in the background.

“Now now, I am a professional! There will be no funny business on this trip and I will keep myself poised and classy.” You left a pause as you picked up a pink toned nude lipstick before throwing it over your head and onto the bed, “Or not!” You let out a loud laugh when there was a knock on your hotel room door, “Oh, that’ll be Hannah, I have to go. I promise I’ll take photos, I’ll take videos, I’ll post Instagram stories, all that good stuff…”

“And tell me everything in the morning!” Jess shouted.

“Of course, bye honey!”

“Have fuuuuun!” You heard Jess say just before you hung up, taking a white, oversized jacket out of the closet on your way to the door.

Hannah was dressed in an olive-green strapped mini-dress which complimented her long, blonde hair perfectly. It was slicked back into a high ponytail and her petite stature was elevated by some tan laced up heels.

“You look sick!” You exclaimed.

Hannah spun around and flicked her ponytail behind her shoulder, “As do you! Man, we look hot!”

You both giggled as you quickly grabbed your hotel key card and closed the door behind you.

Hannah had managed to find out where Travis and the rest of the team would be hanging out after the game and had swiftly booked an Uber, giving you just enough time to get ready. After a short car journey, you were standing outside of The Aura. The outside was unassuming but once you had stepped in, you were greeted with floral decorations and greenery lining the walls and ceiling. Two men were stood at a door, one was holding a clipboard and the other was closely observing a small group of people just behind you.

“Good evening, ladies. Can I take your names please?” The first man said.

“Hannah Charlton and Y/N.” Hannah replied.

The man glanced down the list attached to the clipboard. He looked up and smiled, stepping back to open the door. “Enjoy yourselves.”

The lights hit your face immediately as you made your way further inside and the once muffled music swelled louder and louder. The room was slightly smoky and the botanic theming continued throughout. It was relatively busy for a Sunday and it seemed that every table was taken with people scattered everywhere. Waiters were moving swiftly past you with trays laden with elaborately decorated cocktails and food, the scent surrounding you.

You were scanning your eyes across the blur when Hannah leaned in to you, “Come on, let’s get a drink.”

You nodded as she told hold of your hand and led you towards the bar. You managed to find a space and secured the attention of a young, clean-shaven man behind the bar; he acknowledged your presence whilst he finished making a drink before coming to take your order.

“Two Mojito’s, please.”

He smiled and proceeded to make the cocktails. You were looking down the bar, watching other patrons when you heard a familiar laugh and a distinctive American accent.

“Well, I owe Travis 20 bucks!”

Glancing over your shoulder, you saw Patrick Mahomes clutching at his stomach. You furrowed your brows as you turned around, “Sorry?”

“He was so damn sure you’d come tonight, but I said you probably had better things to do than hang around with his sorry ass.” Patrick came closer and signalled to the bar server.

“Oh, he said that, did he?” You smiled to Hannah.

“Oh, yeah. He said you wouldn’t be able to resist.” His curls were free from the restrictions of his helmet and were bouncing against his forehead. He was wearing a plain black t-shirt with grey jeans, casual but classic. He reached to the bar where there had been an ice bucket full of champagne left for him. He gestured towards your cocktails. “Hey, put these on my tab, man.”

“Thank you, Patrick, we really appreciate it.” You handed Hannah her drink and took a sip of your own.

Patrick held out an arm and motioned towards an area of the club that was roped off, “Follow me, ladies.”

You shot Hannah a smile and followed the quarterback as the red rope was pulled aside for him. Grey upholstered circular booths lined the walls to the left and right, with a slightly larger one directly in the middle. As you got closer, you could see Travis enthusiastically chatting to the people sat around him.

“Hey, Trav. Turns out you were right, man.” Patrick stepped aside slightly and you flashed everyone a smile before finally focusing on Travis.

He paused for a second, then his mouth dropped open to a huge grin. He stood up and made his way closer. His tongue was pressed into his cheek and he was rubbing his hands together, as if he was almost nervous. You stayed still and let him come to you, shifting your weight from one leg to the other, showing off the curve in your hips. His eyes traced down your body and your thighs tightened at his stare. Hannah was already at the table being introduced to everyone by Patrick when Travis' cologne filled your nostrils.

"You just couldn't stay away, huh?" He raised an eyebrow. His voice was soft and deep, with a slight growl that excited you.

You licked your bottom lip and held the eye contact, "Turns out I had some free time." A slight shrug of your shoulders made Travis laugh.

"Honestly, I can't work you out." His rubbed the side of his neck.

"And you hate that, right?" You tipped your head to one side, "You always have to win."

His scent was rich and intoxicating as he came closer, "You can drop the act now, okay? I know you're interested; you wouldn't be here if you weren't."

"Who said I wasn't interested? I just like seeing you work hard."

He let out a loud laugh, "Did you not see me today?" He held his hands up, "As soon as I knew you were watching, I upped my game, man!"

You left a silence as he waited for your response.

His arm snaked around your waist and his fingers lightly brushed your ass. He leaned in towards your face and his lips were almost touching your ear, "Are you saying that you weren't turned on watching me?"

Your skin tingled and you felt a shiver at this touch. You looked down for a moment before whispering slowly to him, "You're being very rude and not introducing me to your friends."

Travis quickly moved his hand down and gripped your ass before stepping back and leading you to the table. He introduced you to the various teammates that were scattered around the table, some of which you recognised.

"You're that reporter, right?" George Karlaftis lifted his glass towards you and smiled warmly as you sat down next to him.

"Well, sort of. I work for The NFL Show on ITV, I do research and social media stuff with Hannah."

He took a sip of his drink and nodded, "That's awesome, man. So, you're a football fan?"

You felt several pairs of eyes on you and you shot a glance towards Hannah, who was smiling. You shuffled awkwardly in your seat as you searched for an answer, "I have to stay as impartial as I can."

"Good answer, I like it!" Patrick nudged Travis as he took a seat opposite you.

"Y/N is one of our newest and most valued recruits on the channel. We're hoping she sticks around for a long time." Hannah smiled and sipped her drink.

"Well, I think other people are hoping for that too." Another player, JuJu Smith-Schuster shot a glance to you before turning to Travis.

You smirked as you waited for Travis' response.

"Alright, man. This ain’t high school." He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, awkwardly.

You leaned back into the backrest of the booth and crossed your arms, "Then why are you blushing like a teenager with a crush?"

The table erupted into laughter and JuJu stood up, slapping Travis on his back, "Hey, dude! She got you, man, she got you good!"

Travis laughed along and grabbed JuJu's arm, "I think I need a drink, get your ass to the bar, now!"

The pair disappeared into the crowd to the sound of laughter when Patrick leaned slightly across the table.

"You're under his skin, that's for sure."

You shrugged your shoulders and picked up your drink, batting your eyelashes, "Who me?"

Patrick leaned back in his seat and laughed as you glanced around the table. You caught Hannah's eye as she was chatting excitedly with Brittany, Patrick's wife.

"Toilet?" You mouthed the words and tipped your head away from the table.

Hannah nodded and turned her head back to Brittany, smiling at her as she stood up and reached out for your hand. You followed the pair through a corridor and as the music became quieter, you arrived at a large restroom with stalls lining one wall opposite a long line of sinks and mirrors. Brittany immediately pulled you in for a hug once you were through the door.

"I loved that! You girl, are something!"

Hannah laughed as she entered one of the stalls, her voice echoing around the room, "Y/N is quickly becoming my favourite person!"

You giggled at Brittany as she turned to the mirror to fix her long, blonde hair, "Trav is usually so confident and he has this attitude of being the main man, you know." She scrunched her nose up, "Don't get me wrong, he's a great guy. But he can be an asshole!" She laughed, "But he's like a puppy dog around you!"

"To be perfectly honest, I am quite enjoying myself." You lifted your head to check your make up in the mirror.

The sound of the toilet flushing rang out as Hannah appeared between you both, "So, am I! Although, I can't help feeling you two need some alone time?"

"What?"

"You sure we're not cramping your style?" Brittany raised an eyebrow and put her arm around your shoulder.

You sighed, "You guys are crazy! We're here for a good night, to celebrate the guys' win. That's all I'm here for."

Brittany blew a raspberry and playfully nudged you towards the door, "Party pooper."

You laughed loudly as you made your way out of the bathroom, followed by Hannah and Brittany. You glanced an eye over to the table to see the group chatting enthusiastically. Travis looked distracted though, not focused on the conversation. His hands were fidgeting and his eyes darting around the room. You couldn’t help but wonder if he was looking for you. Your thoughts were interrupted by Brittany placing her hand on your arm.

"Another drink, honey?"

You smiled, "Yes please, thank you!"

"You Brits are so polite, you're too cute!" She squeezed you close for a hug and smiled as she disappeared to the bar. Hannah moved in front of you.

"Okay, we need to talk strategy."

You looked at her, questioning her words.

"Y/N, he's leaving tomorrow night. If you want anything to happen, it needs to be tonight."

The thought hadn't even crossed your mind, you had been immersed in the atmosphere and swept up with everything that was going on, you had completely forgotten that Travis would soon be on a plane heading over 4,000 miles away. You barely knew him, but you were drawn to him. You couldn’t deny the feelings you had, the butterflies that took up residence in your stomach whenever you saw him, but something was stopping you. Was it the idea of the long distance? Was it something about him, his lifestyle, his career?

Hannah widened her eyes and clicked her fingers in front of your face, "Umm, hello?"

"Sorry, I was just thinking." You shook your head gently, "Look, I've already said, I just want to have fun tonight. If anything happens, that's great. But I'm not looking for anything serious."

"Well, that's perfect! You've got one night, enjoy yourself!" She turned her head towards the table and started singing along to the music with her arms in the air, dancing her way back to the others. Just as you were about to follow her, Brittany reappeared with your drinks. You looked down at the tray to see two cocktails and two shots. "Shots?"

"I thought you might be a tequila girl like me?" Brittany smiled as she picked up one of the glasses.

You winked as you picked up the other, "You read my mind!"

She squealed before joining you in knocking the sharp liquid back in one go. You hissed through your teeth as you felt it work its way down your throat. Brittany quickly handed you your drink as she took hold of your other hand, leading you back to the table. Through the mass of people, Travis' eyes landed on you and he almost looked relived. Your lips curled at the edges to a small smile and you glanced around the table for somewhere to sit. Brittany had already squeezed next to Patrick and everyone else seemed to be chatting in smalls groups with each other. You looked towards Travis who was half listening to JuJu and spotted the space on the end of the booth next to him.

"Room for a small one?"

His eyes quickly traced your body and you felt goosebumps even though the room was almost too warm. He angled his body towards you as you slowly slid into the seat. You misjudged however, and spilt some of your drink onto your forearm, the cool liquid dripping down onto your leg.

"Someone's clumsy." Travis laughed.

Placing your drink onto the table, your eyes searched for a napkin, "Just a bit."

"Here, I got it." Travis locked eyes with you as he grabbed his napkin from under his drink and carefully patted your skin dry. You smiled and glanced down at your leg and he followed your eyes down, "Honestly, I'd prefer to lick that off." His voice low and gruff in your ear.

You let out a shriek of laughter and your head flew back, "Mr Kelce!"

He smiled, “I know I told you not the call me that, but I kinda like it.”

You could feel your cheeks burning, so you turned away, which only made Travis move in closer. The heat from his body warmed over your arm and you shuffled slightly in your seat.

“I was surprised you didn’t reply to my email.”

You turned towards him, but not facing him directly, “Do you send that email to every woman that interviews you?”

He looked down and laughed slightly, “Just the ones who make me smile.”

You pressed your lips together in an attempt to stifle your laugh.

He looked up at you through his eyebrows, “What?”

“That’s such a line!” You laughed loudly, getting some looks of amusement from the group, “Come on, be real with me!”

Travis gave you a big smile and cleared his throat before pausing briefly, “Okay, man. You got me. I like you, alright?”

His sudden honesty made him seem almost vulnerable, inexperienced somehow, as if this was not the usual type of exchanges that he was used to having with women. You waited silently as he continued.

“When I talked to you on the phone, man, I didn’t wanna hang up. And then today, in the corridor, I just wanted to know who you were. I didn’t think for a second you were the same person. You have an awesome personality and energy; I’m drawn to you. I like you, you’re funny and interesting…and so hot.” His eyes glittered as he spoke but was barely making eye contact.

You left a pause after he spoke, letting his words really sink in. “Now, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” You giggled and nudged into his chest with your shoulder.

Travis raised his eyes to meet your gaze and moistened his lips, “Yeah, it was actually. You…make me nervous.”

Another loud laugh escaped your mouth, “Me? That’s ridiculous.”

His hand rested on your thigh, fingers brushing back and forth leaving tingles in their wake. “I don’t know what it is, but when I see you…fuck...baby…” His eyes rolled back.

His words made you melt and you giggled again, leaning into his chest and breathing in his scent. You craned your neck to make eye contact, his gaze staring deep into yours. Your breathing felt heavy as Travis leaned closer to you, his eyes flickering down to your parted lips. Suddenly, you were blinded by camera flashes through the crowd. You squinted and turned towards the source of the lights, noticing paparazzi attempting to push past security. Patrick and the rest of the guys played up to the cameras, with Travis joining in. You sat back and watched, witnessing the commotion when two large security guards intervened at the VIP entrance and ushered the photographers away.

“I don’t know how you do it. It’s so invasive.”

Travis took a sip from his drink, “I don’t know how they got in here, man.” He turned towards the group, “I feel like dancing.”

“You always feel like dancing!” Patrick laughed.

Travis gave your thigh a squeeze, “Wanna dance?”

You pressed your lips together into a smile, “I can’t think of anything else I’d rather do.”

“Oh, I can.” Travis’ eye’s creased into a smile, giving you wink as he stood up and took your hand. You rolled your eyes and followed him towards the dance floor.

“You don’t know what you’ve let yourself in for, girl!” George’s voice called out as you headed away from the table.

The music was thumping from the speakers, you could feel it in your chest. As you were walking, Travis was already moving his body in time with the beat, his hips swaying wildly. You dipped your head and laughed when he spun around to face you with a huge smile on his face. Your cheeks were aching from grinning as he lowered his hands to your waist and pulled you in closer. You locked eyes with him and matched his rhythm, watching as he sang the lyrics back to you. You placed both hands on his toned chest and slid them downwards as your hips moved from side to side. His eyebrows shot upwards and his top teeth clamped down on his bottom lip. As you rose, you spun around so that he could get a good view of your ass, leather stretched over the curves. He playfully pulled you in towards him so your back was pressed into his chest and you ground into him, hearing a groan in your right ear. You felt him pick up the pace and his hips bucked forward slightly. You slowly turned around and placed an arm around the back of his neck, gently scratching at his skin. Something changed in his eyes as he pulled you back in, his large strong arms tight around you. He leaned forward and placed his lips near your ear.

“Fancy getting out of here?”

Your eyes widened as you opened your mouth to speak, but you didn’t know what to say.

Travis grasped at your hand, “Come on.”

Before you could think, you were moving through the dancefloor crowd and back towards the table. Hannah waved as you approached the group and Brittany smiled, holding out another shot of tequila.

“I got you another, honey!”

“Aww, thank you!” You knocked the shot back, the familiar warmth running down your throat and you gritted your teeth.

“We’re going to bounce, man.” Travis held his hand out to Patrick as he stood up, the pair pulling each other into a hug. You could see that they were closely exchanging words but you couldn’t hear over the music.

Hannah quickly got to her feet and rushed to your side. “Are you sure about this?”

You laughed back to her, “You’ve changed your tune!”

“I know, I know. I just want to make sure you’re okay?”

Brittany appeared behind Hannah, dancing slightly to the music. You grabbed your bag and coat from the booth, feeling Hannah’s eyes on you, “Babe, I’m fine! We’re really getting on, I like him, he seems nice.” You shrugged your shoulders.

Brittany’s head briskly nodded, “He just told Pat that he really likes you.”

Your eyes widened as you looked at Brittany, “Really?”

“Yeah. I mean, I couldn’t just keep that information to myself! It’s funny though, Trav doesn’t usually say much about this sort of thing so early.”

You turned back to Hannah, your lips pressing into a smile.

Hannah squeaked with excitement and pulled you in for a firm hug, “Okay, have fun. Message me when you’re back to the hotel.”

“I will.”

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novelcain · 2 years ago

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As someone who grew up with a girl dad, I treasure those memories of my sisters and I coming up with games with our father. Makeover games were definitely among our favorites.

We would always style his hair in various shapes and paint his face and lips with cheap eyeshadow.

He was always there for us, even if it meant putting on a little makeup!!

(So, try to picture Wukong and his daughters in this scenario)

Can you imagine the great sage having tea parties with his princesses while wearing bold makeup?

We all know Wukong is a prideful man and despite all that, he would do anything for his girls.

I also get the impression that Wukong is the type of father who would spoil (and then deny it) his daughters.

He adores his family and is overjoyed to have you (his wife) and his girls by his side.

-Girl Dad wukong anon 🐋

Gods I'm sure my dad was very happy that I grew up liking "boy" things.😂 Don't get me wrong he wanted a girl so I'm sure he was prepared for all that but I can't deny that one of the reasons I formed such a strong bond with my dad was because we had such similar interests and I'm an only child so I never got to see my dad do anything like dress ups and tea party but I always loved seeing it on TV. Tho not the kind where the dad just looks humiliated and forced to go along with it but the kind where they enjoy spending the time with their daughters and get really into it and take it kinda seriously.

That's the kind of dad I imagine Wukong to be like.

I can see him dressing up in beautiful feminine hanfu with his daughters and doing their makeup and letting them try out make up on him. ESPECIALLY if reader had sensory issues like I do where I loath putting on make up so much that I refuse to do more than eyeshadow and eye liner except I don't really use either in the typical manner I like making designs kinda like line art so I'm imagining that the only time the girls get to practice is with their dad.

Reader: *walks in to see her husband and children in fancy hanfu and makeup* Aw~! Are you guys playing dress up?

Wukong: *whips around* AcTuAlLy! We've been invited to party at the Emperor's Palace and I'm using the opportunity to find me a handsome rich husband~ *flips the hair he grew out for the day so his daughters could braid it*

All the girls: *giggling at their father*

I love Dad Wukong so much~🥰

#🐋 anon #skittle answers #isekai'd to the west #journey to the west x reader #jttw x reader #dad wukong #jttw sun wukong x reader

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crazyyanderefangirlfan · 7 months ago

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Cat Tamami

"Your accessories are as tacky as your personality."

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BASIC

Name: Catrina Pearl Tamami

Nickname(s): Cat (by everyone) Kitty Cat (by close friends), KitKat, My Kitty Cat, Gorgeous, Babe (all by Lev).

Alias(es): Nekoma’s Wildcat, The Wildcat. Chaos Cat (St Trinians)

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Straight

Ethnicity: Japanese/British

Blood Type: A

Age: 15-16

Birthday: March 9

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APPEARANCE

Hair: She has thick black hair that’s is often tussled, tied back in a large, messy bun which flares in every direction.

Eyes: Sky blue with black eyeliner and dark purple eyeshadow.

Height: 160 cm

Skin: Porcelain

Body: Petite

Tattoo(s): A fake tattoo of a cat on her hip.

Piercing(s): On her ears, she wears silver thorn dangle earrings.

Scar(s): Deep scars on her sides

Other: She wears an aquamarine pendant

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SCHOOL

Occupation: Manager

School: Nekoma High

Year: 1

Class: 3

Club(s): Boys VBC

Number: None

Role/Position: None

Attendance Record: Good

Average Grade: B

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STATISTICS (out of 5)

Power: 4/5

Jumping: 5/5

Stamina: 5 /5

Game Sense (ability to 'predict' or 'sense' the opponents next move): 1/5

Technique: 2/5

Speed: 5/5

Overall (total): 22/30

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CHARACTER

Personality: Cat is often portrayed as a confident, independent, and determined individual. She's a skilled martial artist and jeweler and forger, she takes pride in her skills and considered to be a bit of a perfectionist when it comes to jewelry making. Her eye for detail is also what make her an effective manager.

She's prideful of her work, even scolding a friend in one occasion for damaging a necklace she made, however, if the situation calls for it, she does not mind having them damaged and/or destroyed. She's also skilled in forging, able to create weapons disguised as jewelry.

Despite her age, she's an adept business woman, able to balance work and school life as well as handling vexxing customers. She commissions at three pieces a week and prioritizes emergency commissions. Her jewelry is highly popular both in and out of school, even teachers admire them. However if a teacher ever commissions her, she'll make it clear she doesn't want special favors and treats it like a normal transaction.

Cat typically communicates in an honest, direct style that can take some getting accustomed to. Her dispute resolution techniques may be viewed as unconventional because she dislikes wasting time on justifications. She possesses a strong sense of justice and a desire to protect her family and friends. Cat can be quite rebellious, often challenging authority and traditions that she believes are holding her back or harming others.

Cat never takes the conventional route and prefers to explore life from off the beaten track, relying heavily on her instincts and powers of observation to guide her through. She often has an air of indifference and her need for privacy often keeps her from making new friends, but she's deeply loyal to those who break down her walls.

Cat follows punk philosophy, which is promoting freedom of the individual and working against conforming to the cookie-cutter form, often wearing edgy and gothic clothes, wearing bold make-up and getting creative with her school uniform, the last often gets her in trouble but she doesn't care.

Though often the mediator in Nekoma, she is quick to use violence once they struck a nerve. It takes the entire team to hold her back from killing the person, but even they have a hard time holding due to her surprising strength and her sheer anger was terrifying. Inouka even commented she looked like a feral cat when angry.

Her relationship with Lev is odd to most people. Both of them would deny being in a relationship with each other but would act like a couple. There are many examples such as sitting on Lev's lap, cuddling whenever they can, eating each others food or just a bit too affectionate with each other. Another action that supports this that they scare off each other's suitors.

Likes: Family and friends, Lev, Jewelry, her cats Pancake and Waffle, katsudon, skateboarding, video games, music, parkour, naps, fun but dangerous places.

Dislikes: Johnny being overprotective, her food stolen, tacky jewelry , pranks that cause trouble for everybody, entitled people, harm to her friends and family, someone’s taking credit for her work, mustard, pencils with no erasers, her skateboard broken, fakeness.

Hobbies: Jewelry making, parkour, MMA (specifically Muay Thai, Brazilian jiu-jutsu and Krav Maga), singing, playing the guitar, video games, reading, watching movies, cooking, forging, skateboarding, snowboarding, hunting.

Goal(s): To have her own jewelry brand (and marry Lev)

Current concerns: Whether a sapphire or a topaz will look good on a silver chain.

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SOCIAL

Mother(s): Mary Tamami

Father(s): Jun Tamami

Sibling(s): Johnny Tamami (older brother)

Relative(s): Unknown

Friend(s): Nekoma VBC, Shoyo Hinata, Alisa Haiba, Akane Yamamoto, Yukie Shirofuku, Kaori Suzumeda, Marjorie Karanakaran.

Best Friend(s): Teresa Diamandis, Bridget Fortuné, Heather O'Cleary, Irene Song, Juliette Chaveleir, Skyla Barretto

Love Interest(s): Lev Haiba

Rival(s): None

Pet(s): Her Bombay, Pancake and her mixed breed Waffle.

#haikyuu #haikyuu!!#nekoma #lev haiba #haikyuu nekoma #hq nekoma #haikyuu!!! nekoma #haiba lev #hq #hq!!#cat tamami

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violetnerves · 7 months ago

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The Rise and Fall of Jenny Hopkins, aged 15: Bully Genderbend Au/Rewrite. Chapter 1, Part 1:

So this is Part 1 of an au/rewrite I've been working on for a bit... And it ended up getting out of hand because I ended up hitting over 12000 words just for Chapter 1 alone.

As a result, I had to split Chapter 1 into 2 parts, and even after that, both parts ended up being over 6000 words. It seems like a lot to me personally, but maybe I'm wrong.

Anyway, here's a summary of the au:

In this Au/rewrite of Bully, Jimmy Hopkins is instead Jenny Hopkins, a 15 year old girl with a history of delinquent behavior. She exhibits some symptoms of Anti-Social personality disorder, even being diagnosed by a therapist with Conduct disorder.

The female cast has been expanded a bit, and some of the existing female members have been fleshed out a bit more, some of the male cast has been given some care too. As a rewrite some things have been changed about the Canon story, partly to fix a few plot holes and issues with the original that may have been caused by the original games rocky development history, though not to the point where it's unrecognizable since I do enjoy the game's original story, despite it's many faults.

Regardless, I hope you enjoy what I've written so far.

Part one of Chapter 1 starts under the divider. I'll also be posting the story on AO3, under the account: BlueEclipse7573

Total word count: 6565

Content warning for violence and strong language. If there's anymore I should list, please let me know!

'Here we go again'

I was laid back in the backseat of my stepfather's rental car, staring up at the roof. It felt as though we'd been driving for days, even though it'd been a 1 hour trip to Bullworth from the hotel at most.

"Jenny..." My mother spoke up, trying to get my attention after i'd decided to just ignore her for the whole trip. "...Please say something," her tone was aggravated at this point, annoyed that she was being given the silent treatment by her own daughter.

Yet again, I didn't want to bother with a response.

It's not like I wanted to be mean to my mom, but it was the nicest thing I figured I could do to protest against getting sent to yet another Boarding school while my mother ran off for the year with yet another one of her flings.

The silence, aside from the noise of the car, would continue on until my new step-father, who was old enough to be her mother's father, decided he was going to parent me despite the fact that I'd only known the old guy since last week, when we'd first me during my mom's wedding.

"Speak to your mother, Jane..."

*'Oh, please'*

"What? Who are you? Mom, this creepy old guy is talking to me, I think he might be one of those 'perverts' you've warned me about," I replied. Granted, the new guy - whatever his name was, mom went through men like one of those revolving doors you see in fancy and expensive hotels, so I never really bothered to catch his name - surprisingly hadn't been creepy around me, at least compared to the other men mom decided to have relations with.

Mom always did have shit taste in men.

Mom groaned, clearly being driven up the wall by my attitude at this point.

"Jenny, please be nice to your new step-father. He's not a 'pervert'."

I sat up.

"Yeah, you might be right, but he's not really doing himself any favors with the whole 'fat, old, and balding child molester' look he's got going on."

The old man sighed, and mom turned her head to look at me, her mouth twisting into a snarl. I wasn't phased, I was used to it at this point. The older woman looked like a clown with how overdone her makeup was, with her dark purple eyeshadow and lips covered in a cheap waxy red lipstick, and with a foundation that barely matched her actual skin color.

She looked so old and trashy with all that crap on her face.

"That's enough! I've had it with you, you little brat. All I want is a little peace and quiet with my new husband, and you insult him!" Mom wailed, setting a manicured hand on the old man's shoulder.

"Now look what you've done, you've upset your mother!" The old man growled. "I've got half-a-mind to beat you..."

I frowned, giving him a clear stink eye.

I knew it. Just another phony. Just like the others.

"I doubt you would, i'm sure you only do that kind of crap to the women dumb enough to marry you."

The two adults gasped.

"I can't believe you, you little monster! We'll deal with you when we get back from our honeymoon... next. year..."

Mom had left it at that, much to my relief.

Getting into arguments with mom never made me feel good, even if I did enjoy pissing off whatever awful man my old woman decided to bring into her, and therefore our lives. I didn't want our relationship to be so bad. She was my mom after all... So why couldn't she just act like it for once?

It was sooner rather than later when the car slowed to a stop, and I looked out toward the large, foreboding entrance to the school I'd be stuck in for an entire school year.

The entrance to the school was a large, old-fashioned, dull red and white stone archway, the red color clearly faded a bit with time and wear. Chipped into the stonework near the top of the structure were the words "BULLWORTH ACADEMY." The dark Iron gate doors were wide open, yet I couldn't help but think they looked the complete opposite of inviting. Like a fancy jail cell.

"Finally..." The old man sighed heavily with relief.

*'Yeah, feelings mutual you shriveled old bastard'*

"Here we are, young lady, Bullworth Academy, just the kind of place a girl like you needs."

I pushed open the car door, grabbing my purse on the way out. I didn't even bother to spare a glance at the two adults behind me in the car.

"Have fun, Jenny! I'll think of you from our cruise ship!"

Mom giggled in response to her new husband's goodbye, but all I could give was an eye roll in response.

"Whatever," I muttered, shutting the back car door behind me.

The car revved, and the vehicle left the property entirely. Against my better judgment, I turned and watched as it drove off the premises.

I couldn't help but wince, accidentally letting the hard, emotional barrier I'd built up over the years crack a little.

"Mom, why'd you marry that phony? What is wrong with you?" I asked no one but myself. A question that already had an answer, and one I'd asked so many times before.

Mom married that old fart for protection, for money, and just because she wanted to. Getting a good husband for herself and a good father never was a factor for her to consider, not with how much of a revolving door her love life was. I hadn't been a priority to her for the last 10 years. It was always going to be just *her* needs.

So what *wasn't* wrong with her?

"I can't believe this..." I said to no one. A lie, really. One I'd said way too many times.

And I'd probably keep saying it for as long as I lived.

I was so caught up in wondering why I still wanted to defend my mom from her own awful decisions that I hadn't noticed the clicking of heels against concrete slowly growing louder.

"You must be the Hopkins girl,"

I jumped and turned, taken aback.

"Huh? Where'd you come from?"

It was a woman who was doing a bad job of looking younger than she actually was. She wore a dark, long-sleeved dress shirt with a matching pencil skirt. Her hair was done up a bit, curled up into rolls at the ends. In general, the woman had a very... old-fashioned look to her, as if the act of stepping out of my stepfather's rental car had sent me back in time a few decades.

"We've been expecting you, welcome to Bullworth Academy... (sigh)," the well-dressed woman said, putting an odd emphasis on the word Bullworth as well as raising and dropping her arms in a slow, dramatic arc as she did.

*'So weird'* I let the thought hover a bit.

"I'm sure you'll be happy here, very happy indeed..." She shrugged, "Anyway, I can't spend my life waiting around for naughty little girls... I've got a *man* to make happy"

*'Yeesh, you already remind me of my mother. That can't be a good sign.'*

"The Headmaster is expecting you Hopkins, in his study,"

"Ok, I'll go see him then," I replied. I then immediately turned and walked in the opposite direction of the school.

"Oh no, no, no, his study is over *there* girl, in the main building?" The over dressed woman adruptly mentioned in a hasty manner. I frowned and turned back to the woman, who pointed a finger towards the largest building on campus.

"Right... my bad ma'am." I tugged on the strap of my purse, silently annoyed that I wasn't able to get away with fleeing and hiding out until the school year ended.

It's not like mom would've noticed if I'd done that anyway.

I walked in through the entrance to the campus, already feeling like a trapped animal despite the gates still being open.

"Don't keep Dr. Crabblesnitch waiting, he's a brilliant man... brilliant..."

The gates behind me closed, and along with it, my one chance at freedom.

The woman took off without me for some reason, and I was left to just look around the area.

In front and to my left and right were two other buildings, both two stories tall.

However, I was stopped in my tracks by a group of three male students, all of whom seemed to be lacking the sweater vests that they should have been wearing. Their dress shirts weren't tucked in and instead left to hang out. They weren't even wearing slacks either. Instead, they all wore denim jeans for pants. Were they even following the dress code for this place?

They crowded around the middle of the two routes to what I could see were the two dorms, separated by gender.

It seemed they immediately noticed me as well, eyeing me down as fresh meat, clearly noticing I wasn't wearing the uniform.

Well, things were already off to a good start. I was still near the frigging entrance!

That *had* to have been a record.

The one in front, a white blond with a pimple problem, but an oddly charming smile approached me. The two behind the blond were backing him up, a dark-skinned black guy with a rather enthusiastic tone of voice yelling excitedly at the blond to "put the new kid in an armbar" and another white guy, except he had brown hair, as well as slightly tanned with a slingshot sticking out of his front pocket. He was quietly looking over the situation, It's like he was scheming hard about something, and I had a feeling it couldn't be anything good.

I was short, even for a girl, standing at barely 4'10. So despite the blond probably being average height for a guy his age, that still meant he had the height advantage. Same for the other two guys, who were a bit shorter than the blond but still obviously taller than me.

But that didn't mean much, in my opinion. I always felt the saying, "The bigger they are, the harder they fall" was accurate for a reason.

And if he didn't want to back off, "blondie" here was going to learn why pretty damn quick.

"Hey, new girl, a pretty face like mine is expensive to care for... How about a little dono to help keep it lookin' good?" He stuck out a slightly calloused hand, palm up and in my face. The other two boys behind him chuckled as if the whole thing was just a practical joke to them. One that "I" was the butt of.

I spared a glance at his open hand and then up to the face of the boy it belonged to.

"Wash your face first fucko. You've got the little dipper growing out of your forehead," I mocked, hissing the sentence out spitefully and glaring up at the taller boy. The grip on my purse tightened a bit.

My response made the blond drop his smile. I was white-knuckling the purse strap at that point.

"Eh! Wrong answer!" the blond reached for my bag.

Friggin' idiot.

Before he could react, I grabbed the arm that was reaching out for my bag, tugging him forward. I drew my head back and slammed it on his jaw, sending him falling back as I let go of his arm.

The two boys behind him yelled something out - a name, "Trent" or something - but before they could retaliate against me, I ducked away and sprinted off in the direction of the main building.

On the way, I bumped into a few students, earning a few insults and curses thrown my way. Luck was on my side, though, as a student exited the school building just as I neared the main door. I ran in while the door was still open, and it slammed shut behind me. I let out a breath, stepping forward into the large room.

A few students had taken notice of my adrupt arrival, but only for a few seconds, because they quickly went back to their daily routines just as soon as they had stopped.

*'...I guess that could've gone worse...'* I thought, heading up the stairs and into Dr. Crabblesnitch's office.

The first room I entered into was weirdly dark, with the only bit of light coming from the ceiling of the other room, which looked to be Crabblesnitch's main office. I took a few steps inside until I was in the other room, catching Crabblesnitch's attention soon after.

The light above turned out to be a skylight set into the ceiling, illuminating the room in the sun's natural yellow glow. There wasn't any sign of artificial light in the entire room, which... gave me a few thoughts, the first being of how cool it'd be to take pictures in here. The second thought was of how comforting this place should feel... yet I couldn't help but feel so uncomfortable and tense. That clearly wasn't a good sign.

"Ah, yes, so you must be Miss Hopkins," the older man said, gesturing for me to take a seat on one of the chairs lined up right in front of his desk.

I sighed.

"Uh huh," I said, hoping to get out of this room as soon as possible.

Crabblesnitch's brow furrowed, clearly annoyed with my overtly informal reply.

"What? 'Uh huh', what?"

I grumbled quietly.

"...I meant 'yes sir'..."

"Very good, now let me see..."

I sat down as Dr. Crabblesnitch brought out a folder nearly bursting with papers, which were the documentation of my record from the last 7 schools I'd attended along with some police reports. I thought it was impressive how thick the folder was. Anyone else probably - rightfully so maybe - might've felt a bit of shame looking at it... but not me. You couldn't pay me to care really.

So it wasn't surprising that the papers pretty much smothered Crabblesnitch's desk, covering the fine maple in a sea of white. As well as some red and black, due to the pen ink on the papers.

Crabblesnitch feigned a gasp, dragging his finger over multiple spots on different papers.

"My, my, Miss Hopkins, you've done a lot of naughty things, haven't you? Vandalism, graffiti, bad language, violent conduct, disrespecting staff, a shoplifting charge, and is that..." He motioned to a particularly large bit of red writing. "Arson? Oh, I'm absolutely terrified of *you* Miss Hopkins!" Dr. Crabblesnitch concluded, feigning fear much like that gasp from earlier.

"Aw c'mon, give me a break. That last one was an accident..."

Aside from everything else. Arson was probably the one I *hadn't* meant to do, oddly enough.

Crabblesnitch didn't appear convinced.

"Regardless, I don't think I've ever met a girl like you, never in all my years! You must be the rudest little girl I've ever encountered!" He lowered himself down to meet me eye-to-eye. "Tell me, Jane, why should I waste my precious time on *you*?"

I shrugged in response.

"I dunno."

Dr. Crabblesnitch stood up straight.

"Because it's my calling! It's what I do!" The older man pointed at Jenny. "*You* excel at causing trouble..." He gestured to himself. "And while my expertise is in fixing little boys rather than little girls, I'm sure my methods could work on someone 'butch' such as you, eventually you'll be the respectable young woman that you're meant to be! I have a good feeling about you, Miss Hopkins, I'm sure you and I could grow to be great friends..."

*'Sure, whatever you say.'* was my first thought. Okay, not really. My first thought was actually: *'Did he just call me 'butch'? What does that even mean? That's a name, isn't it?'*

Regardless, I was able to see through this guy like glass. I was sure the Dr's definition of a "respectable woman" was probably a few decades passed.

I was starting to see a pattern...

"Now, you keep that nose clean girl, or I'll scrub it raw myself if I have to!" He turned to the open door of his office. The clacking of heels caught my attention, so I turned to look as well. The lady who'd met up with me and abandoned me at the gate earlier strutted through the door, a serving tray with a tea kettle and a matching tea cup set in her hands. "Ms. Danvers?"

"Yes, Headmaster, and I've got your tea..."

"You are good to me, Ms. Danvers"

"No more than you deserve... Headmaster," Ms. Danvers said demurely, setting the tray down on a nearby table.

*'Ugh, i'm gonna hurl. Might get me in trouble, but that's better than whatever i'm sitting through right now.'* I shifted in my seat a bit, looking away.

"Ms. Danvers, would you kindly take our new friend Miss Hopkins here to the girl's dorm so she can be properly attired?"

"Certainly Headmaster," Ms. Danvers turned in my direction. As she did, her expression instantly changed from pleased to something akin to a disgusted sneer. Like she was addressing a bug she'd accidentally stepped on. "Come along, girl. I haven't got all day,"

I stood up, but before I could finally leave, Crabblesnitch addressed me one last time.

"And remember, young lady, you will have a clean nose, so keep it clean; or we'll do it for you."

As I left Crabblesnitch's office, I pondered at my current situation.

*'So, here I am at the worst school in the country, whose alumi are nothing but arms dealers, serial killers, and corporate lawyers. Real scum. And that out-of-touch old creep thinks he can tame me? We shall see my friend, I only give people what they have coming to them'*

Oh, that's good, that's something I'll have to remember to write into my diary later. I stuffed it in my suitcase for safe keeping, which was *hopefully* put into my dorm room.

Ms. Danvers and I stepped back into the school's main office.

"Go, run along to the Girl's dorm, young Hopkins, i'm far too busy to deal with you." Ms. Danvers abruptly said, much to my confusion and a little bit of anger..

"Weren't you supposed to take me there? Like Dr. Crabblesnitch told you to do?" My mind thought back to those boys from earlier. I didn't doubt that they would try to harass me again, especially after what I'd done to their buddy.

"The girl's dorm is the first building to your right when you enter the school. I'm sure you can find it on your own. You'll have plenty of time to get unpacked as your schedule is still being set up due to your mother's inability to send in your admission slip on time. Now, get a move on, little miss." Ms. Danvers replied, pretty much ignoring the question.

Well, there went my security.

I struggled not to flip off Ms. Danvers on my way out as I left the building. On my way out I saw a group of well dressed guys who all simultaneously radiated an air of smug get into a fight with what I could only guess were a few background characters from the movie Grease.

What the hell was wrong with this place?!

*'Just gotta get to the Girl's dorm, and I can keep my head down till lunch. Seems like a solid enough plan to me.'* it wasn't like I had classes to go to, at least not until tomorrow, or, if I was lucky, the day after maybe; Until then, just keeping a low profile was the best option.

As I made my way down the steps, I noticed two of the bullies from earlier walking my way, the karate obsessed one and slingshot kid. Without hesistation, I began speed walking back to the large circle walkway near the entrance, the middle area separating the two dorms. In my haste, I figured going right was correct, going off of memory of what Ms. Danvers had told me minutes earlier. I mean, shoot, my memory couldn't have been that bad, could it?

*'Ms. Danvers said something about going right, so i'm going right. Screw it'*

It was only when I reached the front of the building that I realized I'd fucked up my directions. I could clearly make out the words, 'BOY'S DORM' above the entrance to the building.

The blond, Trent *if* my memory was correct - considering how I ended up here, I was justified in having my doubts - who had tried to shake me down for money earlier stood in front of the steps leading to the dorm's entrance. His lower lip was swollen and turning a nasty shade of red and purple. He was joined alongside two redheads - auburn on the right and maroonish in front of the two - dressed similarly to him on the stairs leading up to the Boy's Dorm.

"It's her! That's the new girl who did it, Wade! I'm gonna end up relegated to backstage duty for my next play because of her!" Trent motioned at me, then to his throbbing, already starting to redden lower lip as he addressed the leading redhead.

"YOU'RE GONNA GET IT WWIIMMMPPP" the other red haired boy to the left practically shouted out. I wasn't sure if the guy lacked an inside voice or if he was just *really* that mad about what I'd done to his buddie's lip.

"You're dead, new kid, DEAD!" The redhead who'd been referred to as "Wade" shouted, making his way down the steps with his fists up and at the ready.

I backed away and turned, ready to sprint away again. Instead, I found that there were 4 other people behind me. There were the two other boys from earlier, the karate kid and Slingshot blocking off the entrance along with a black haired boy with a hell of a black eye on his right eye in the middle of them, though he looked a bit nervous. I knew he was with them, though, with how similarly he was dressed, with the white school button up with jeans look.

Then there was the last member, and she probably stood out the most, even though she was clearly with them given her outfit. She was a blonde, like Trent; and while that probably didn't necessarily mean they were related, the way she smiled certainly matched the same one he'd had earlier. She had those... weird emo kid hairstrips, the ones with jagged purple and black stripes. Her button-up shirt was open, and under it was a black spaghetti strap undershirt.

Her makeup was all fucked up, streaks of eyeliner haphazardly swiped under her eyes onto her cheeks as well as on her lips, which had some purple lipstick on peeking out from underneath all the mess. It was like she'd done her makeup while she was in the middle of a mental breakdown, just swiping and swiping until she'd finally felt satisfied.

She wore striped arm warmers and even though she wore jeans to match with the other boys, they were noticeably ripped to the point where the right pant leg was just gone, cut off to probably the beginning of her thigh. Underneath that was a pair of thigh-high socks, similar in color to her hair strips and arm warmers. Her shoes were a pair of Chuck Taylor shoes, yet again, the same color scheme to the aforementioned other articles of clothing she had.

She still had the school issued skirt and tie, but even she'd managed to put her own... unique touch on how she'd worn them. The skirt was tattered, not really exposing anything since she wore jeans, but I was surprised she was bold enough to just wear them destroyed like that. Then there was the way she wore the tie, which had me all kinds of confused. She had it in her hair, using it as a hair tie to pull some of her long hair into a side ponytail.

It was kind of difficult not to notice and point out all the oddities of her outfit. It was just... all out there.

She held up a video camera and pointed it at me. Great, so she thinks she's gonna record me getting my ass kicked? Nice, real nice. What a goddamn joke. I was just gonna be a part of something her and her buddies would laugh at later.

"Yeah! Get her! Get the new kid!" the karate obsessed boy jeered.

*'Damn it, mom, why'd it have to be this school?'* I thought as Wade began to get closer and closer.

"You jerks are really pissing me off! That's not something you wanna do, I'm only gonna tell you once! Screw off!" I carried myself and threatened him in the most intimidating way I could. A part of me knew it wouldn't work, though. It rarely ever did.

It wasn't fair. People always just had to pick on me, and for what? For what goddamn reason?! Why was I some kind of target for people to pick on?!

"A bit late for that bitch! Now put up or shut up and i'll beat your ass!"

I grabbed at the strap of my purse, letting it slip off my shoulder and fall to the ground.

What right did these jerks have to push me around? What dumb justification did they have? It was probably some bullshit about them being sad or something, as if that gave them any right...

I scowled, stepping forward towards the taller red-head.

Well, no more. These guys were clearly asking for it, so they were going to get *exactly* what was coming to them. I'd make damn sure of it.

I didn't notice the growing crowd forming behind the bullies blocking my only exit. Mainly students lured by all the commotion going on. I hardly heard the yipping and yelling of the crowd, my anger and frustration causing it all to merge together into some incomprehensible mish-mash of sound.

Wade took a step toward me, getting within a distance where he could hit me; instead, my fist cracked against his face, and the sound of my knuckle hitting spongy skin made an unpleasant sound. The force caused Wade to stumble back. His body barely turned 180 degrees before he fell back. His body hit the stone ground, and, for a moment, it all went quiet aside for the sound of me exhaling angrily.

Trent and Troy looked down at Wade's knocked out body in surprise, then looked up at me. It wasn't long until Trent blurted something out.

"Grab her Ethan!"

Behind me, Ethan grabbed at my arms, clearly trying to restrain me, but I realized he wasn't that much taller than me, so I retaliated by headbutting him. I whipped around, realizing that it was the Kung-fu kid from earlier. I threw a hard punch at his gut, and it was enough to double him over.

With my back turned, Trent took the opportunity to grab what little hair I had on my head and yank me back, followed by him pinning my arms while Troy prepared to punch me in the face.

Bad idea.

I ducked at the last second, and instead of Troy's fist hitting me, he'd accidentally socked Trent in the jaw instead.

"OH NO, I DIDN'T MEAN TO-"

Trent let go of me, and I kneed Troy in the crotch. Returning the favor, my fist met the middle of Troy's face. I got a bit of a thrill as I felt some of the bones of his nose crack from the force. He screamed and fell over, his nose already gushing.

I backed away, now facing the rest of the jerks who were stupid enough to mess with me.

2 down... 3 more to go. Trent, black eye kid, and Slingshot.

The three came at me all at once. Black eye kid tried grabbing for me.

"Nobody beats on Tom's frie-AaagGGGHHhhh!"

I kicked the kid, whose name was Tom, apparently, hard in the groin. I slammed my head on the left side of his face, subconsciously hoping to give him another black eye just for being stupid enough to grab me.

Slingshot grabbed me, and I took Tom and shoved him at Slingshot, causing the both of them to topple over. Slingshot kid hit the ground rather hard, and with the weight of Tom, he was knocked out.

Then there were just two, me and Trent.

He caught me off guard. Trent threw a punch at my face, and it connected. I stumbled back, and he hit again. That time it was a kick to my gut.

I found myself stumbling back a bit, but rather than that screwing me over, instead I ducked his punches. Trent was a lot taller than me, and I knew an easy way to use that against him.

I backed off, ducking to avoid both his punches and kicks. This only agitated him further, and he tried to get closer.

Before he knew what I was doing, I charged at him. I ducked, wrapping my arms around his waist and tackling him to the ground. He couldn't even act, freezing up as I laid punches on his face and chest. I was nearly out of breath by the time I was done.

Eventually, Trent stopped resisting altogether, head lolling to the side as the only sound he made was some pained groans.

I stood up, and only then did I notice the crowd blocking the entrance.

Every single one of them was shocked, and for a moment, their reactions had me a bit giddy. Especially the other Bully girl who was dressed weird, who was still filming *everything.* She appeared as if she wasn't sure if she should still film everything or not.

I was tempted to laugh until I heard a familiar voice behind me.

"Y-You! Bitch! Once I'm- I'm done with you! You'll be drinking from a straw!"

Behind me, Wade yelled, and I turned around just as he swung for my face clumsily, as if my earlier punch still had him a bit dazed. I grabbed his arm, forcing him to turn.

A smirk crossed my face knowing what I was about to do.

With Wade's back to me, I grabbed his jeans and gave him a wedgie, causing him to squeal in a high pitch. I kicked him in the lower back for good measure, and the combination of the kick and his dazed state caused Wade to lose his balance, and just like when I'd slugged him in the face earlier, he fell and knocked himself out on the concrete.

And then it was all over.

I turned to Trent, and just to rub salt in the wound, I snorted and spat a wad of snot and spit on him.

"That's what happens when you screw with Jenny Hopkins! Who's your momma! Yeah!" I raised a fist to the air in triumph. Sure, my face kinda hurt and I was sure it'd bruise like hell, but hey! Things were actually going my way for once! I totally taught those jerks a lesson!

The crowd at the entrance began murmuring, and while I didn't catch what everyone was saying, one sentence stood out to me for whatever reason.

"Wow, what an idiot. Russell isn't going to like this." One of the more snobbish, uptight voices in the crowd spoke, giving me pause.

I waved it off, and spat back.

"Pft, who's Russell? I'll kick his ass too!" I said proudly. I'd already beaten all these guys. How could another dude be any more trouble?

My newfound confidence proved to be short-lived, however, as I began to feel the earth shake from beneath me.

An Earthquake? In New England?

No, that couldn't have been it, did they even have earthquakes in New England? What else could it be?

Whatever it was, it couldn't have been anything good, judging by how the crowd that surrounded the entrance to the Boy's Dorm just seconds earlier seemingly vanished without a trace, including the weirdly dressed girl.

A loud, ear shattering bang of wood hitting stone sounded behind me.

I twirled around, my usual squinted eyes now wide open in *bafflement* at the sight of the possible missing link in human evolution that she'd kept hearing about from those Bigfoot hunting shows.

At the top of the steps to the Boy's Dorm, an overly large ogre of a - Adult? Teen? I couldn't tell - student, judging by the uniform, stood as tall as he was wide, his frame taking up the entirety of the double door frame. He took one look at me, and then the group of boys laying prone on the concrete.

If this was a cartoon, I was sure there'd be steam pouring out of his ears. His face was redder than a chili pepper from rage.

He yelled, literally roaring as if he was some kind of beast instead of a man... boy...

...Whatever...

"YOU'RE DEAD, NEW KID! DEAD! ROAARRR!"

*'Fuck my life.'*

The brown haired beast rushed toward me, and for the first time in forever, I was stuck in place and couldn't move.

His fist met my face, nearly knocking me off balance. I felt a hot fluid spray out of my nose from the hit, and my hands clasped my nose immediately after, coming back colored in a dark red that contrasted heavily with the light freckled skin of my hands.

I yelped, stepping back as the beast roared again and beat his chest like a goddamn gorilla. Before he could unleash another blow, however, a voice I didn't recognize yelled from behind me.

"Russell! Russell, no sir! Back off of that girl at once!"

I turned and saw as a thin, young adult woman with yellowish blonde hair ran towards Russel and I, getting in between the two of us. She started grabbing at my shoulders firmly as a way to get ahold of me and away from the much bigger boy in front of us.

My nose blood trailed down my mouth, and I tasted copper - A taste I was all too familiar with - as I looked to the woman who was now focused on Russell.

"That'll be enough of that young man! I know your mother taught you better than to lay your hands on a fellow student like that!" The woman who couldn't have been that much older than me barked to the boy who towered over her. The over developed brute didn't give much of a reaction. In fact, it didn't seem like the kid even had much of anything going on upstairs.

Yet he complied, stomping back into the Boy's Dorm, like a well-fed bear returning to its cave to hibernate for the winter.

I sniffed, looking up at the woman.

A teacher that actually gave a shit for once? It was like I'd found a 4-leaf clover... or something like that.

When the woman turned to me, her face looked like she'd been on the verge of bursting into tears at any moment. Yet when she spoke again, her voice was weak and quiet, but not really wobbly like you'd usually notice from somebody about to cry.

"Oh dear... Your nose is bleeding... I really ought to take you to see the nurse for that, it could be broken..." She pointed at the main school building, to the left door next to the main entrance. "The nurse's office is just right there."

I shook my head.

"N-no, it's fine. I know what a broken nose feels like and what I've got... isn't it." I said, blowing my nose and feeling a bit of blood ooze out. To say I was familiar with having my nose broken would be like asking me if I was familiar with eating. Or breathing. "I just need a napkin or tissue, whichever one I can get a hold of."

The lady still looked a bit worried, but she didn't hesitate to dig into the satchel she had hung on her shoulder. She brought out a small pack of tissues sealed in a plastic wrapping, opening it and offering some of them to me.

"Here, you ought to make your way into the Girl's dorm. It's the building just over there. Mrs. Peabody is inside, and she'll make sure you're taken good care of. She looks after the girls here in Bullworth Academy."

She stuffed the remaining tissues back in her satchel as I tore and stuffed the pieces of it up my nostrils to block the blood flow. I felt and looked dumb, but that was better than getting blood everywhere.

Begrudgingly, I thanked the blonde woman, and in response, she gave me a smile. It was... rather nice. But I didn't give much of a response other than a nod. Adults tended to be two-faced and phony, and for all I knew, this was just gonna be something temporary.

"Oh no need to thank me, miss, I'm just doing my job." she gave me a pat on the back, which simultaneously felt a bit patronizing... but also kinda nice.

Huh, it looked like she really was just a nice lady. At least something was going good for me today.

"My name is Dr. Lamb, i'm Mrs. Peabody's aid as well as the school's guidance counselor. We'll probably be seeing a lot of each other from now on," Dr. Lamb looked around at the bullies who were currently writhing around in pain on the ground. I noticed she had a frown on her face, which made sense given what she had to deal with now... thanks to me no less.

"Go ahead and get yourself settled over in the Girl's Dorm. Mrs. Peabody might be a little strict, but she genuinely does care for the well-being of all the girls here in the Academy. I'll just take these boys over to Nurse McCrae."

I looked around and only then really took in the carnage I'd caused. Trent, Wade, and the rest of their buddies were sprawled out all around us. At least two of them had a bloody nose, and the kid with the thick Brooklyn accent had a tooth knocked out and a small trickle of blood trailing down his lips. Yeesh, I might've headbutted him harder than I thought. Wade's underwear peaked out of the back of his pants as he laid face down, clearly stretched out from the wedgie I'd given him.

I felt like grinning, but I felt that'd probably upset Dr. Lamb. She'd already been so nice to me, fucking up her opinion of me by being my typical snarky bitch self would suck.

"Yeah, I'll just get going... Thanks Dr. Lamb..."

I looked to the Girl's Dorm, only to notice her, the girl from before who'd been recording everything, running back to the scene. I'd been prepared to beat her ass like I'd done to her friends when she just bumped into me, running past *without* apologizing and yelling:

"Guys! Don't worry, I've got my healing crystals!"

A chorus of groans came from the boys lying down, and I stifled a laugh before making my way to the Girl's dorm properly.

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chapel-of-rizztual · 1 year ago

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Favorite headcanon for every ghoul! Go!

Mountain

obviously I’m a big advocate for puppy mountain

Had a plant for each of the ghouls.

Can grow flower and herbs in his hair. Grows mushrooms when he’s stressed

one of the best cooks.

One of two ghouls that can drive.

Early riser, rises with the sun.

Ridiculously tall. Always hitting his head don door frames.

Big lover of kissing.

Favourite colour is green.

Loves reading poetry

Vegetarian

Ram horns

Collects bug and insects

Spider catcher of the ghouls.

Joins the girls for girls night

Rain

webbing between his finger and toes

Gills on his neck and ribs

Chronic biscuit maker.

Worst chef. Can’t even make cereal

Presses the flowers Mountain grows into books.

Big sweet tooth

Will only wear crop tops. Even in the winter.

Cold to the touch

Scales on his arms and back

Bellybutton piercing. It’s a little sparkly raindrop that Dew got him for Christmas.

Night owl

Super clumsy

Slightly slimy skin

Loves the aquarium

Dewdrop

Kitty

has scars where his gills use to be

Blue eyes from being a water ghoul

Early riser with Mountain. They like to cuddle on the sofa together while eating breakfast

Obsessed with dinosaurs

Hot to the touch

Good chef

Sucks the spade of his tail

Scared of the dark. Can’t sleep without Aether

Loves baking with Cumulus

Gets used as a heater in the winter

Likes sleeping in the fireplace

Can explode lightbulbs if he sneezes

Calls cereal ‘boy kibble’

Can play drums

Unhealthily obsessed with milk.

Pescatarian

Swiss

Loves getting stoned with Mountain

Just dance champion. Seriously no one can beat him

Horrendous chef. Don’t even let him look at the kitchen

Is the reason salt lamps are banned from the den

Hawaiian shirt wearer

Paints his claws

Has an extensive skincare routine

Crazy strong. Can lift Dew and Rain up together

Steals the fluffy blankets from cirrus’ bed

Crooked fangs

Hates sleeping alone

Greek mythology obsession

Two tongues

Phantom

also puppy

Sleeps with a stuffed rabbit. Seriously can’t sleep without it

Loves hiking and being outdoors. Spends a lot of time in the greenhouse with Mountain

Loves worms

His quintessence is more focused on orthopaedics

Cries at anything

Loves cocktails

Scar on his cheek from when he was summoned

Also Sucks the spade of his tail

Cow-like ears

White strip in his hair

Always wears glittery eyeshadow

Obsessed with cats. Can’t see a cat in the street without stopping

Aether

Dad? No, mother

Also a Hawaiian shirt wearer. Him and Swiss share

Nurse at the abbey infirmary

Carries Dew and Phantom around like kits

Second ghoul that can drive

Red Mohawk

Nose, lip and tongue piercing

Vinyl collection

Best collection of hoodies. Will let anyone wear them

Loves fruit

Paints

Bonded with Copias rats

Can’t ride a bike

Cirrus

daddy

Wears rings

Buff af

She/her/he/him

Goes to the gym with Swiss and Aether

Mechanic. Can fix anything

Good chef

Big top little pants

Makes fun of Aether for not knowing how to ride a bike.

Clothes stealer

Really sharp fangs

Made a Battle jacket

Wine drinker

Flexible

Cumulus

literal Barbie girl

Sims player

Loves all games is so good cod

Whiskey enjoyer

Country music lover

Favourite colour is pink

Crazy curly hair

Has deep stretch marks on her belly. Swiss like to put edible glitter on them and lick it off

Gap in her front teeth

Steals cirrus’ battle jacket

Loves Valentine’s Day

Fluffy tail

Has feathers on her arms and thighs

Sunshine

Literal ball of sunshine

Has a Christmas tree in her room all year around

Should wear glasses but doesn’t

Mountain always grows sunflowers for her

Gold jewellery wearer

Super freckly

Has one yellow and one orange eye

Good at photography

Has a cat hidden in her room

Stayed at the abbey instead of touring because she was working in the nursery and fell in love with the kids

Aurora

kitty

vitiligo

Purrs the loudest

Literal princess. Always gets her way

Obsessed with space and the stars

Loves horror movies

Coffee snob

Can sleep anywhere

Scared of flying

Very good baker

Wears heart shaped sunglasses

#ghost headcanons #nameless ghouls #the band ghost #These are more my Headcanons

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sonic-love-island-official · 3 months ago

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Shadow (Bio/Character design ramble)

Behold, my sweet baby. Boy, do I have a lot to say about him. And some things I want to say about him can't really be incorporated fully into the fic, so what better place to infodump than here ?

Info under the cut x

Shadow is a 28 year old ex-G.U.N. agent. He was 'born' within the ARK, but moved to Westopolis later in life to rediscover his (then lost) identity. He joins Rouge on the Island with the intention of being her moral support.

Being a more reserved character, Shadow arrives full of scepticism, but with an indescribable, intricate set of standards. Shadow is the kind of man who knows exactly what he wants from a partner and a life going forward. He is stubborn to deviate from his plan of settling down and hoping to raise a family with someone who doesn't make him feel uncomfortable in his own skin. Normally on edge or awkward, Shadow typically struggles to interact with new people, but once he becomes comfortable with someone, he lets his true colours shine (both to his benefit and detriment). He can be gentle, deeply caring, passionate, even. However, he can also be sly, sharp-witted and harsh at times. Regardless of how anyone perceives him, Shadow's strong sense of identity drives him to pursue what he wants to have in his future. But having something entails having something to lose…

External design choices !! (visual appearance - incl. formation of base sim, references taken, makeup choices, fashion style… etc.)

You will never know how much time I spent trying to perfect this man 😭 Again, I immediately took inspiration from his Sonic Adventure 2 character design because he is both so striking in appearance but also has this soft cuteness (which initially did not make it into his sim version, until later modding the game). Along with Rouge, for Shadow I had a distinctive creative vision and although I can never make a sim exactly how I imagine them in my head, Shadow's design came close enough that I can't complain too much.

The real tough thing with Shadow came down to translation. Shadow has incredibly sharp/angular features that replicating it accurately in the sims would destroy any realistic appeal for his character in a more human form. So, my compromise was to do the best I could, while still keeping Shadow's features relatively human enough so he wouldn't look like he crawled out of a nightmare. Of course, I chose to keep the angle of his eyes and brows, but softened the degree to something still recognisable and so it didn't warp any of his other facial features. I kept the red colour of his eyes too. I could have went down a more realistic route, but I just thought it was so iconic of his character that without them, he'd just look weird. Same can be said for his makeup, actually. I gave him a simple black liner that runs from the top lash line, into the bottom and through his waterline, pairing that with a subtle red eyeshadow that mimics the red, triangular accent in the outer corners of his eyes (looking at sim Shadow without either of those is jarring, believe me). His nose I made a little pointed, characteristic of all the male hedgehogs. As for everything else ? It was purely up to my interpretation and working within the limitations of the game.

I couldn't get anything that was similar to Shadow's upturned quills, so I went for a hairstyle with a little bit of volume, just so there was enough resemblance. The hair I used was from the Supernatural pack (which is notorious for ugly CAS items, in my opinion) and surprisingly I don't hate it as much as when I first picked it. The red streaks are in his hair, but a little muted in comparison to the reference pictures, due to the fact it looked ridiculously bad when I tried the accurate, bright red streaks. I also wanted Shadow's sharp features to carry through into the base structure of his face, hence why he has a more squared jawline than what is seen on some of the other characters. He used to have more prominent cheekbones, but that that feature was softened out significantly after the modding (again, another 'for the best' situation). Overall, Shadow version 1 (pre-mod) wasn't all that attractive but once we got that visual overhaul for all the characters, he looks quite Pretty (I call him 'babygirl Shadow' due to his softer features). His skin tone evened out heaps better than before and looks quite lovely in-game (4th screenshot) but looks off when taking model photos in Stylist for the gallery </3

Over time, I've come to really appreciate Shadow's sim version !! He portrays everything I wanted him to be. Displaying a lot of his iconic features, while also representing my further, more abstract intentions for his character. Occasionally he makes expressions that do make him look a little older than the other characters and depending on who he's with, he can look the total opposite and look sweet, gentle and youthful. Other times he looks straight up creepy and all of these things blend so well for his character to an extent where it's both joyful and comical to witness. Nevertheless, I adore him, could you tell ;-;

*I forgot to mention here that although Shadow's sim does not have many tattoos (again, the selection we're given in TS3 is horrific and impossible to work with), he does in the AU. The red triangle designs on his forearms and calves are carried over (except they're not solid, rather more detailed with fluid lines and coils), his/the symbol of the Black Arms adorns his chest and creeps up to his neck and he has a small flower tattoo in memory of Maria <3

Shadow's fashion falls under three categories:

Stereotypical 'bad boy' outfits (leather jackets, boots, torn up jeans etc.)

Outfits typical of the show (plain t-shirts, baggy pants, chains, sneakers)

Outfits I personally think Shadow would pick and feel/seem comfortable wearing (tidy button-ups, dress pants/straight leg jeans)

They're pretty interchangeable throughout the series but the idea is that Shadow morphs to the expectation of being a Love Island contestant and wears things to fit that, but over the course of the series, gradually drops the act and becomes more himself. In any case, it gives a lot of variety and opportunity to try different clothing styles on Shadow and that in itself is fun to play with. Sometimes we even surprise ourselves seeing what items actually suit Shadow and which don't.

Internal design choices !! (personality, characteristics, psychology)

I am such a nit-pick when it comes to how Shadow is characterised in both official Sonic media and in fanworks. The two things that annoy me most is:

He's stuck in this constant loop of reliving his trauma, finding a sense of closure and learning/moving on from it. Repeatedly. He learns these beautiful, relatable life lessons and then. Forgets it. And has to do it all over again. For no real reason. (06 made that annoyance seem not as bad, seeing as Shadow had moved forward in his life but still kept to his ideals… but of course, they had to go and ruin that for him, didn't they 😒 Leading into my next point-)

He's reduced down to Edgy and Has No Friends

I am so so sick of seeing both of these things ?? So, I'm mostly just serving myself by helping Shadow along in this AU to be neither of these things because it doesn't at all fit the premise of the series. Most of the characters are a wild blend of their portrayals throughout Sonic media, so shitty Shadow pops up on occasion (for justifiable reasons, though) but primarily I've cherry-picked his better portrayals to represent him in the series, like the more introverted, soft-spoken Shadow from SA2 and Heroes, as well as the more level-headed, matured Shadow seen in 06. Of course, I don't write all of Shadow's moments in the series, as this fic is co-written alongside my sister, but my best efforts go towards representing Shadow in a way that makes him seem like Just A Guy.

Shadow enters the fic in a completely different stage in life. He's put his past behind him and is looking towards a brighter future. Naturally, he hasn't let his past go entirely and more so made a sense of peace with it. Here and there, there are a few blips where that is not the case and shows some of his old wounds haven't fully healed, but that's to add the ✨realism✨. The idea for Shadow is that he was once in a far worse state than when he entered the Island, but he isn't perfect. He has his own arc to go through, but for once it's fairly disjointed from his canon-typical baggage.

Simply enough, I want to allow Shadow the opportunity to develop connections — to make new friends (Rouge is his one pre-established friend), to express love. He has so much potential to be soft and kind and selfless and loving, without being locked behind bars of Edge and past horrors. As an introvert, he expresses things in his own subtle way that isn't easily understood by everyone, but he's constantly making the effort to show he cares for the people important to him.

Fun facts / trivia :

Shadow is older than Sonic by three years in this AU purely due to the fact that Shadow's character is more lore-heavy than Sonic's. Additionally, they're both at different stages in life, shown by their behaviour and actions and that, I feel, should also be realistically represented in the ages given to them. There is so much discourse surrounding Shadow's 'age' (now retconned) and it's exhaustingg.

Shadow's time in the Villa reveals some interesting themes around social relationships, such as making/maintaining friendships as an adult (a topic I find incredibly real and unique to this project)

I couldn't fit this anywhere else, and it might be a little self-serving but I allude to the fact that Shadow is on the aro/ace spectrum, which is a wild contradiction from the expectations of the show. We've also kept the genders of his previous partners vague-ish. Firstly due to the Twitter Takeovers, where Shadow has never expressed a gender preference (I think that's correct ?) and that's a detail I wanted to remain loyal to. Secondly, I didn't want to tie him down to any specific gender preference ?? I thought it banging just to leave it as is, because it does give some moments within the series an extra impact. Nevertheless, Shadow specifically doesn't experience sexual attraction and rarely/infrequently experiences romantic attraction. Alas, there seems to be this mutual consensus that Shadow's a bit of a horn monster and… funnily enough, I agree with that too- So AU Shadow's sexuality is incredibly layered and somehow it all still makes logical sense :)

There is a lot of Shadow's lore that transferred to the AU in a creative/slightly more realistic way, but I can't talk about it here, else this post will be longer than what it already is

#sonic love island au #sonic love island re-runs #sonic the hedgehog #sonic #shadow the hedgehog #the sims 3 #character design #character bio #sonic love island character bios

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