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yoonpobs · 3 years ago

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bad boy good thing | drabble i. | m

WARNINGS. jealous jk, jk's gf is hot and he's not the only one who thinks that, jimin and tae as instigators, i swear jimin and jk love each other, fucking in public spaces aka a car in a parking lot, jk luvs his gf, appearance of perpetrator jin!

NOTE. i missed this couple 🥺oc is living her hot girl summer life and jk does nawt know how to deal with it Lol. hope u enjoy loves!!!!

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“I’m okay,” Jungkook murmurs, eyes fluttering shut as he repeats his own personal mantra. “I’m good. I’m fine—I’m chill. Chillest person ever. I’m good—”

“He’s not okay,” Taehyung snickers.

Jungkook blocks the negativity out, purposefully and intentionally. Nothing could ruin his day—not on his watch, especially as the sun shines over bodies across the beach while the waves break into beautiful fragments that he’s yearning to dip his feet into.

Personal affirmations came first.

“I’m good, I’m fine, I’m okay,” he chants like a crazy person, definitely earning some form of side-eye from the people next to him but he can’t be bothered. Another person thinking that he was insane wasn’t the worst thing that could happen to him—not when—

“You should open your eyes,” Jimin says, “How are you going to fight them if you don’t know thy enemy?”

Immediately, Jungkook’s peace is disturbed by the mouth of Park Jimin, who painfully reminds him of why he’s got into the entire personal mantra and affirmation thing. He used to think it was redundant, unnecessary. How could the universe return your wishes just as you’ve uttered them into the atmosphere? It didn’t seem logical to him.

But right now, that didn’t matter—not when he had bigger things to be worried about.

“Don’t disturb my peace,” Jungkook snaps.

“They did it first,” Jimin retorts, cocking his head towards the flock of people at a certain part of the beach, specifically towards where the water meets the shore.

Jungkook’s eye twitches. His peace is disrupted, his happiness is compromised and it’s all Park Jimin’s fault. He spent a good amount of time getting into his zone, reaffirming himself that he was in fact, fine, good—he was okay! But now, he feels all his resolve dissolve when he realises he can’t even see the main thing that was responsible for his dilemmas.

“You’d think a celebrity was on this beach,” Taehyung snorts.

“Not helping,” Jungkook says dryly.

“So isn’t your crazy person chanting,” Jimin points out, “but yet, here we are—listening to you reciting your own version of a biblical verse.”

“I’m fine,” Jungkook grits for the umpteenth time, and no less is his assertions any more convincing than it was a moment ago. The flicker of his irises towards to crowd is enough to prove that fact. “I’m just enjoying my day at the beach with my friends and my girlfriend.”

“See, there are two false statements in that,” Taehyung tilts his head downwards, offering a smug smirk that Jungkook wishes he could shove into the sand beneath him. “You’re definitely not enjoying this because I can see the veins protruding out of your neck at how hard you’re clenching your jaw, and”—the older boy makes the effort to taunt Jungkook further by letting out a low whistle the moment the crowd seems to grow slightly bigger—“you’re partially right about the friend part. Your girlfriend though … where is she?”

I’m good. I’m okay. I’m cool—

“Oblivious, as usual,” Jimin sighs, plopping back onto the beach towel beneath him while shooting Jungkook a pointed stare. “It’d be sad if you only called her your girlfriend for six months when you’ve been in love with her for seven years.”

“Okay that’s it. I’m going there,” Jungkook declares, huffing as he pushes himself off the ground while Jimin makes an effort to grab at his ankle, halting the younger boy from causing any damage and potentially getting them banned from ever returning.

“Not with that temper you aren’t,” Jimin snaps, “Sit your ass down. God. Can’t you take a joke?”

“A joke?” Jungkook splutters, abhorred. “You literally just said she’s going to break up with me!”

“I said that it’d be sad if—”

“Same fucking difference,” he hisses, rubbing a hand across his face before he kicks Jimin’s petty grip off his ankle while levelling him with a menacing glare. Jungkook’s eyes slowly drift to the side where you finally enter his vision, still smiling like the soft and sweet person you were as you help Namjoon with whatever crab hunting mission he had.

See, Jungkook’s mature enough to know that you and Namjoon were good friends, great ones, even. The two of you were smart and clicked well, and if anything, Jungkook was more envious of the fact that the two of you shared such a wholesome and meaningful friendship than anything else.

The fact that Namjoon used to have feelings for you didn’t bother Jungkook anymore, not when he knew where your heart truly laid. He also trusted Namjoon with his entire life and his firstborns (not that he’d ever tell you that, and God—did he hope that day would eventually come when it came to you). But still, Jungkook was mature—he did some growing up, and he was proud of that.

But Jungkook’s human, a flawed, ever-learning and constantly improving human. A human who’s crazy in love with his pretty girlfriend that he’s longed for years—and a human who isn’t blind. A human who can’t ignore the fact that, apparently, he wasn’t the only person that was trying to keep himself in check at how stunning you were. Every day—and especially today, with how your dainty yellow bikini drapes over the curves of your body.

Jungkook nearly cries. Yellow was his favourite colour. You wore it for him.

Not for—

“Maybe you should head over,” Taehyung murmurs, snapping Jungkook out of his love-filled mind as his eyes clear, immediately catching what his friend was referring to.

Some dude. Talking to you. Smiling at you like you carried all the answers to all the world problems as you giggle a tune comparable to birds chirping. Maybe Jungkook was exaggerating but it always sounded like you were singing his favourite song even if you were just explaining economical concepts to him like a soothing e-book.

“God, why couldn’t she have been ugly,” Jungkook groans.

“You wouldn’t have dated her otherwise,” Jimin retorts.

Jungkook gawks, affronted as he gives his two friends a scandalised expression as he places his hands over his chest to indicate the offence he took to that statement.

“I’m not superficial,” he huffs, “I fell in love with her because of her—”

“Personality, yada yada,” Jimin mocks him in a lower tune that has Jungkook glaring at him. “Yeah, okay. But don’t tell me that her being pretty doesn’t help you bust a nut every once in a while.”

Jungkook flushes.

“Well, yeah, but I’m her boyfriend—”

“Thank you for reminding me that you are in fact, still a boy,” Jimin rolls his eyes, “Men. Mansplaining everything, really.”

Jungkook’s jaw slackens as his eyes briefly land on Taehyung’s figure who doesn’t look too bothered with how the conversation turned out as he shrugs in response.

“How about you do the typical manly thing of being a jealous prick and go over there and stomp over all her fan club members,” Jimin says sarcastically, resting his arm over his eyes to shield them from the sun.

There’s a brief rustle from where the sand meets the towel, and a relatively long period of silence while the only thing that permeates the air is the sound of waves with laughter coming from a family a distance away.

“He did exactly that, didn’t he.”

“You need to stop giving him ideas,” Taehyung sighs, plopping a grape into his mouth before occupying the space next to his friend. “Should we find another beach to frequent?”

“Really?” you laugh, “That’s so cool! I’m actually planning on landing an apprenticeship there over the summer.”

“Oh?” The man is leaning way too close to you for comfort, but you’re unfazed. Jungkook doesn’t even want to know where the hell Namjoon had gone, leaving you with this broad-shouldered, terrifyingly handsome man. “I could definitely put a good word in for you if you’d like.”

You beam, appreciative rather than brazen. But Jungkook thinks the man doesn’t know that.

“I don’t think I can accept that, Seokjin.”

And of course, you knew his name.

“Why not?” Seokjin smirks, and Jungkook knows that it’s definitely done him justice in other situations. “For a beautiful—”

“____,” he interjects, smoothly (or not quite) sliding next to you as his arms wrap around your waist before his glare rests on the man before him, who looks both shocked and unbothered at his appearance. “Who’s this?”

You jump slightly at Jungkook’s arrival but relax when you realise that it was just him and not some other beach weirdo.

“Jungkook, this is Seokjin! He actually attended our university—”

“Really,” he says dryly, “That’s nice.”

“Is this your …?” Seokjin looks Jungkook up and down before settling with a rather unimpressed look. “Do seniors usually bring their shadows out for playdates?”

Your eyes widen at his patronising tone, and before can even think to correct him with a tilted frown, Jungkook’s fingers dig into your waist, a precursor to his jaw that clenches while he engages in his own version of a staredown with the man before you.

“Boyfriend.”

Seokjin raises a brow.

“Me,” Jungkook blinks, unnerved and quite frankly, tired. He’s crossed this bridge enough times, and it’s always the same. Some older dude who thought that you were doing charity work by having Jungkook tag along with like some puny little brother. “I’m her boyfriend.”

“Jungkook—” you start, softly reaching to grip his arm.

“Interesting,” Seokjin says offhandedly and Jungkook knows it’s anything but. “Well, my offer still stands.”

He’s directing it to you as you peer up at him with your notoriously innocent eyes. Jungkook hates that this douche is still unaffected by his blatant declaration of the fact that you were—taken.

“I—that’s fine, Seokjin,” you say softly, lips curling into a thankful smile before he nods.

The look he sends Jungkook is nothing short of unimpressed, and Jungkook’s thinking of clamming the dude into the sand and quite literally, bury the hatchet with him. Sure, he was handsome and broad, and undoubtedly ripped—but Jungkook trained to benchpress twice his weight so he could beat up assholes who tried to hit on his girlfriend.

Right before he leaves, Jungkook calls for his name—intentionally calling him Seokmin—noting the way his face drops into a scowl.

“You’re not her type.”

He scoffs.

“And you are?” he throws back, brows raised as a challenge.

“That’s why I get to hold her and you’re walking away.”

With that, Seokjin doesn’t bother responding to Jungkook, especially in the way that you gawk at your boyfriend’s blatant warning to the older man.

He titters off, and it’s effectively just you and Jungkook standing by the shore while you briefly see the way Namjoon stutters before deciding to return to where Jimin and Taehyung lays.

Jungkook’s still seething in his rage, clenching and unclenching his fists even though he got the last word. It wasn’t that he thought you’d elope with Seokjin and leave him—he trusted you wholeheartedly and vice versa. He knew you loved him and so did he.

It had more to do with the fact that Seokjin saw you, and eventually, him—and thought that Jungkook wasn’t fit to be your boyfriend. That he saw a gorgeous girl on the beach and expected her to be single, and if not—to be with a boyfriend that had his shit together and not … not Jungkook.

“Jungkook?” you say quietly, tugging at his elbow while you peer up at him with wide and apologetic eyes. “I’m sorry.”

It’s no good, the fact that you’re apologising. As if you were responsible for his insecurities when you’ve done nothing but shower him with love and support ever since the two of you started officially dating.

“Don’t apologise,” he says stiffly, though his heart isn’t angry—he can’t help the way his words get out. “It’s not your fault.”

“But—”

“If you apologise then you’re gonna piss me off, baby,” he says lightly, peering you down with a small smirk as your eyes widen.

“I—okay,” you say weakly, and before he knows it, you’re intertwining your fingers with his, eyes suddenly twinkling in a way he’s grown all too familiar with.

“You have the keys?” he murmurs softly.

You nod, blind and in love as you sigh.

“Take care of me?” you ask sweetly, and Jungkook forgets all about Seokjin when he has you right in front of him.

“O-Oh, fuck—Jungkook—ngh—”

Maybe Jungkook really was a crazy person, but he’d argue that you were equally as crazy to oblige to indulge in his lewd fantasies. He was crazy, for you and your cunt that was like nirvana, and it’s proven further when he fucks into you at a brutal pace, uncaring whether or not the car shakes with the exertion of the activities that were taking place in it.

It could be the fact that he had a decade worth of fantasies to play out, but he knows that he plays a huge part in opening your sexual nature and he couldn’t be happier about it, especially when you unabashedly throw your head onto your chest, whimpering with the dirty squelches of his thrusts that echo in the vehicle.

“You’re mine, aren’t you?” he growls, hand wrapping around the back of your neck to force your glassy eyes to look at him.

The look on your face is enough to get Jungkook even more riled up, your flushed cheeks and swollen lips while you nod your head manically, crazy—and his.

“Y-Yours,” you whimper, and just about then, Jungkook brings your hips down with his free hand and meets you with a sharp thrust that has your mouth dropping open and your face scrunched up in pleasure. “F-Fuck, J-Jungkook.”

“No one gets to fuck you like this,” he hisses, pressing a hot kiss to your neck as you whine, hips involuntarily swivelling to meet his fast pace. The car is shaking and it’s all too risky, Jungkook knows that—but his rationale is clouded with the antagonising face of Seokjin. “No one gets to see you like this. Only I do.”

“Y-Yes!” you sob, clutching onto him as he feels your pussy tighten viciously around him, the walls of your inner linings spasming as Jungkook hisses at the feeling. “Only you K-Kook. Only ever want you.”

Jungkook believes you, especially when you desperately hold onto him as he feels himself slowly reach the edge. He knows you are too, especially when your whines get higher in pitch, and your tugs against his shoulders get tighter. He knows because he’s learnt about your body as your boyfriend—and he’s the only person that will ever get to have you like this.

The thought, paired along with the risk of your situation only fuels his determination to get you off, his strong arms immediately wrapping around you to root you into place as he shoves his cock deeper into you.

“Come on, pretty girl,” he croons as you mewl in pleasure, breathless whines turning more desperate as your eyes flutter shut. “You wanna show me how much you want me?”

You nod manically, your pussy fluttering around his length as he grunts in exertion.

“G-Gonna—pleasedon’tstop—fuck, I-I’m cumming—!” you cry, tugging your face into the crook of his neck as Jungkook bites his lips in focus, all ready to accept your hot pleasure and his own.

“Come for me,” he encourages, lips hovering over your earlobe as you obey his orders, head thrown back as he watches your mouth drop wider and your eyes roll to the back of your head, pussy tightening around his length.

Jungkook thinks you’re beautiful. On days where you don’t feel like you do, but he may be biased to say that he thinks you look absolutely stunning for him like this. When he knows that he’s the one responsible for your reddened cheeks, the way you so desperately cling onto him whenever you’d orgasm (the only person that would ever know this fact about you), and the way that you’re left breathless, satiated and with that hazed expression after his resolute efforts.

Jungkook cums shortly after, with those exact thoughts plaguing his mind. He was so whipped. He really only had to think of you and he would get hard, and having you right above him, soft and warm with your arms draped loosely over his form made his heart all mushy and soft despite the way his cock stands erect.

You mewl in oversensitivity although you don’t complain. You never do, whenever Jungkook cums after you. Even now, when Jungkook comes down from his high with pants of his own, his own mind-clearing while his cock softens in you—you remain patient. Patient like the ever-loving, wonderful girlfriend that you were—one that Jungkook wasn’t sure he deserved.

“Wow,” you giggle, forehead resting against his as you return from your own post-orgasmic bliss. “I can’t believe I let you fuck me in a parking lot.”

Jungkook flushes, reality sinking in when he realised that the two of you weren’t hidden from plain sight. While the idea of being caught was definitely arousing, Jungkook knew he wasn’t too keen on having anyone see you delirious, even if it was all for him. He was lucky enough that your bikini top remained on the entire time, but both your sweaty bodies were enough of a dead giveaway.

“I just,” Jungkook tries to explain, words slurring in embarrassment as you raise a brow at him. “You look really pretty today.”

You stare at his forlorn expression as if admitting that pained him. Jungkook feels slightly embarrassed at how he reacted, and if you notice this, you don’t point it out—yet.

“Wore this for you,” you murmur, pressing a soft kiss to the mole under his lip. Jungkook’s heart soars at your admission even if he knew that. “You know it’s only for you, right?”

Your question is purposeful and Jungkook shamefully looks to his lap, and even then—you’re still connected. He slowly pulls out, wincing when his cum threatens to pool out of your pussy, but before he can pretend to clean you up, you’re putting your bikini bottoms back in place and clamping your hands over his cheeks so that he’d look at you.

“Jungkook,” you say sternly.

He sighs.

“Yes,” he groans, feeling a lot like a child who’s being berated. “I just—God. He was such a prick.”

“I know,” you say gently, fingers combing through his hair while he melts into your touch. “There are a lot of pricks out there, but you know that I only love you, right?”

Your confession is the same as the one you’ve made six months ago, and just last night before the two of you fell asleep—but it’s a confession that Jungkook never grows tired of.

“I know,” he mumbles as you giggle at him. “It’s just that … he really thought he had a chance with you, and when he saw me it was like—”

You frown, finger pressed against his lips to stop his rambling as he peers up at you with doe-eyes.

“None of that,” you chide lightly, “I don’t care what people think. The only person I care about is you, and no one will change that, okay?”

Jungkook feels himself relax into your touch, especially when you lean forward to capture his lips in a soft kiss that isn’t set to lead anywhere. He remembers. He remembers the times where you were unsure and all too worried of the words of others—and here you were, with him and with your gentle and loving soul, the embodiment of comfort as you tell him the words he’s always known but needs to be reminded of.

“I love you,” he says quietly as you grin widely at him, “Sorry for—you know.”

You roll your eyes, lifting your leg to get off his lap as you wince at the cum that threatens to escape your lips.

“I mean, it was kind of hot,” you shrug with a small smirk.

“God, I’ve created a monster,” Jungkook snorts, looking over at you when you shoot him a devious grin.

“You love it,” you throw back cheekily, leaning into his shoulder as he wraps an arm around you with a sigh.

He does. And he knows that he’s the only one that you’ll love back.

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strawberry-skies-xx · 4 years ago

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Herløv

W H U MP A D V E N T 2 0 2 0

day 10-12 | ice / cold water | @whump-advent-calendar

summary: Hiccup makes an attack plan against a very important Hunter base. It goes very, very wrong.

word count: 5058

tags: hiccup whump, implied/referenced rape/non-con, drowning, hurt/comfort, happy ending, torture

author’s note: y’all. i don’t even know. this is so long and the actual prompt is only about a quarter of it. the characters don’t listen to me, sorry ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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“You think this will work?”

Hiccup looks at the map again, scanning over his lines indicating plans of attack. He’d found a Hunter base farther north than usual, surrounded by icy islands with mountains and covered in snow, the Norse on the map naming it Herløv . The base is on an island in the center of the cluster, and the sea around it is so thick with ice that no ships could pass through it; the only way to the island was between two others, in a section that’s clearer than the others but still dangerous. Enemy ships would have a hard time navigating that strait, while the Hunters, who already had bases set up on the coasts of the islands at the beginning of the strait and ships ready to defend it, were well-versed in it.

They hadn’t anticipated dragons, however. “I hope so,” Hiccup says, looking up at Heather. That base is so well-defended and hidden, Hiccup knows something valuable has to be on it. It has Viggo’s mark on it as well - using the natural land- and sea-scapes as defenses, making it nearly impossible to get through anywhere.

Hiccup plans on using Viggo’s defenses against him. Heather, the twins, Snotlout, and Dagur are going to attack the bases by the coast and block the strait, copying Viggo’s defense by choking off the entrance with their dragons - but this time, by keeping everyone in, not out.

The twins and Snotlout are supposed to fly back to the island and join in the attack, leaving Heather and Dagur at the entrance of the strait. Hiccup doesn’t know the layout of the island, having only stolen this map from Viggo’s cabin and not actually having seen it, but the general plan is to fly in low and quiet, landing on the coast and hiding in the trees before planning on how to split up and sneak around to scout. They would meet back at the coast, report their findings, and then plan on how to attack.

It was a long plan, one that was meant to last at least a day, maybe two. Hiccup knows something important is on that island, something big, and if it’s so well-defended already, he can only imagine what it’ll be like if they get caught and Viggo either moves it or improves the defenses. They can’t get caught.

There’s footsteps behind him; Heather’s eyes flick to behind Hiccup’s shoulder and he turns around to see Astrid with a bag slung over her shoulder, eyes bright with anticipation. “All the supplies are packed and the other Riders are ready.”

Hiccup nods, glancing over as Heather walks up to stand beside him. He turns and takes the map, rolling it up and putting it in his own bag. “Alright. Let’s go.”

Toothless warbles softly from next to Hiccup, who puts a hand on his scales. “Shh, Toothless. I know.”

The Hunters in the clearing they’re skirting around are loud, obviously at least a little drunk around the fire. They’re singing songs and talking; Hiccup thinks he’ll be able to easily get past them, especially with their inebriated state, but he doesn’t want to overestimate. Toothless seems concerned, anyway, and he trusts his dragon.

The first part of the plan had gone well, with Heather and Dagur, the twins and Snotlout easily overtaking the two small camps and fleets of ships there. When they flew back, and the Berserker siblings were left guarding the strait’s entrance, Hiccup had given them all instructions on where to split up. Snotlout and the twins are searching the east side of the island, Astrid the west, Fishlegs south, and Hiccup is making his way steadily north. Technically he’s still in Fishlegs’ territory, but he’s getting closer to the center of the Herløv base and soon he’ll be deep in it. The trickiest part of this is that they can’t fly - none of them want to alert the Hunters to their presence even just by taking off a few miles away, for how visible it is just by looking above the trees. Hiccup will have to cross the entire base back again once he reaches the edges of it to get back to where their rendezvous point is.

From here, circling around the Hunters’ clearing, he can hear the low thrum of life beyond the fire and the drunken soldiers, that of an organized base rather than the scouting patrols scattered in various places around the camp. This just proves further to Hiccup how important this island is - not once has he ever seen a scouting patrol sitting around a fire at a Hunter base, let alone so many of them. It makes him nervous, edgy and slightly jumpy. His hand twitches on Toothless’s scales, and his other hand keeps drifting upwards as if to pull his sword out of its sheath.

The island is so remote, so well-guarded, that Hiccup thinks if they’re captured, they’re not only going to mess up. This island is a prison, for dragons as much as humans; Hiccup has a bad feeling that Viggo won’t hesitate to use it as one, especially for them. Stoick would never be able to find them here, and doesn’t know enough about Viggo or plan enough to break through the defenses on their dragons; it’s crawling with Hunters and pretty much inescapable once trapped. Berk’s fleet certainly couldn’t break through the massive Hunter fleet docked at the shores, not in that icy strait…

Hiccup shoves these thoughts from his mind, as it only makes him jumpier and he feels his hands start to shake a little. He forces them still, walking away from the clearing but still staying down until he’s several feet away.

He slowly straightens, glancing at the distant glow of the fire between the trees, then leans against the tree, exhaling. Toothless is a few feet in front of him, barely visible in the undergrowth and searching the darkness for any Hunters. Hiccup feels like a tightly wound string in this place, worrying about his friends and whether they’re okay, keeping himself and Toothless safe. He still has so far to go, and then has to come back after that, all before dawn. The days are shorter and the nights longer in the winter months, yes, but he truly doubts that he can make it that far in so few hours. There’s something about this place that terrifies him, the way he and his friends could be so easily lost just by never returning from here. He took the only map of it from the Edge, and Stoick has barely any ideas of their movements against Viggo. They’d be entirely alone.

He closes his eyes, relaxed but not really, trying to calm himself so he doesn’t screw up and actually get himself captured. The wind rustles the bushes nearby, cold and-

“Mmf!” Hiccup fights against the hand that clamps around his mouth, kicking and flailing as he’s dragged backwards into the darkness. It’s a Hunter, and panic shoots through Hiccup, adrenaline fueling his desperate kicks as he yanks at the man’s arm wrapped around his torso, his hand covering his mouth.

Toothless’s head snaps towards him; Hiccup meets his eyes and a thought breaks clearly through his panic - he has to save Toothless. He closes his eyes and tilts his head back, still struggling, but one of his hands goes down, hits three times against his thigh and makes a loud slapping sound because of it. Don’t attack, it says, as one meaning, but there’s several. Don’t attack to save me, is the easiest way to explain it, the shortest - really, it’s a sort of plea and command in one, for Toothless to save himself, to find Astrid or one of the other Riders to help rescue him, to back off and hide and rescue Hiccup by himself if he can, but don’t put himself in unnecessary danger. Hiccup hopes Toothless knows the risks, knows that saving himself is better for them both than trying to help him.

He hears the beginnings of Toothless’s growl and screams, muffled, against the Hunters’ hand. He kicks hard at his leg, the Hunter grunting and tightening his arm around his waist - Hiccup hopes that sound covers it and the rustling of plants as Toothless bounds off, slinking through the trees, because the Hunter next throws him on the ground roughly.

Hiccup hits his shoulder hard against a tree root and rolls until his back is against the tree. His head thuds back against the bark when he abruptly stops and he groans, but pushes himself up and ignores the throbbing pain in his shoulder and head.

The Hunter grins, barely visible in the darkness. The shadows flicker by his feet and Hiccup barely gets to leaning up on his elbows before the Hunters’ foot connects solidly with his ribs, hard. There’s a sort of pop in Hiccup’s chest, and a loud snap, and Hiccup suddenly can’t breathe without pain shooting through him. He cries out as he falls back on the ground, hitting his shoulder again, breathing hard and feeling tears prick at the corner of his eyes as a sharp pain stabs through his chest with every breath.

Then the Hunter is leaning down, picking Hiccup up and slinging him easily over his shoulder, starting to walk back towards the campfire. Hiccup’s chest bumps against the Hunters’ shoulder with every step; by the time they make it back, his head and shoulder are throbbing and a consistent sharp pain spikes through him, making the tears at the corner of his eyes well up further, though they haven’t fallen yet.

“Look what I found,” the Hunter sneers, tossing Hiccup to the ground again. He rolls and ends up on his side facing the fire, blinking at the bright light and groaning quietly as it makes his headache spike.

He forces himself up, though, and makes it onto his elbows once again before a knee jams into his back, shoving his chest against the ground. He cries out; it feels like he’s being stabbed, and the movement of his shoulders as the Hunter yanks his wrists behind him doesn’t help.

He gasps through the pain until the Hunter tugs him upwards by the rough rope tying his wrists, tossing him so his back hits a tree. He bends down and unties Hiccup’s prosthetic, throwing it aside, and then it’s done. They’re all looking at him with varying degrees of mocking smiles and cruel smirks on their faces, laying on his side with pain stabbing through him and throbbing steadily.

How fortunate that he managed to get the Hunters who aren’t as soft-hearted as the ones he usually fights, Hiccup thinks sarcastically and a bit bitterly to himself. Figures that they’d be more trained in cruelty on this island - though, that makes him wonder what exactly happens on this island.

“The leader of the Dragon Riders,” one Hunter muses, tilting his head at Hiccup with a look in his eyes that he doesn’t like.

“And the heir of Berk,” another pitches in. Hiccup glares around at them all.

“Viggo’s grunts,” he hisses back, as sarcastically as he can, because anger and bitterness are the emotions rushing through him right now and he doesn’t have time for the panic threatening to take him over, for the way the shadows of this prison-island seem to close in on him now that he’s part of the prison.

Another one of the Hunters laughs. “He’s got some fight in him,” he remarks.

“Of course he does, to have fought Viggo for so long,” the Hunter who assaulted him replies, and then he looks at Hiccup, appraising him. Hiccup glares up at him, though his glare dies at the considering look on the Hunters’ face, replaced by confusion and dread. “Think we can teach him a lesson or two before taking him to the Chief?”

Hiccup feels a bolt of panic shoot through him and he frowns. “You don’t want to do that,” he says. “Viggo wants me unharmed. He’s-“ he swallows, bile rising in his throat at the excuse he’s using which is not as much of a lie as he’d like it to be, “-he’s interested in me.”

The Hunter tilts his head. “Viggo wants you unharmed, hmm?”

Hiccup’s heart pounds and he feels himself trembling slightly at the feeling of using the excuse of one torture to escape another. He knows what Viggo will do to him, knows that this island is a prison and the shadows seem to press in on him, wanting to swallow him, make him lost to the rest of Berk and his friends.

And yet… there’s a hope that he’ll escape, if only he stays unharmed. “Yes. H-he wants me,” Hiccup can’t keep the breathy stutter out of his voice, panic and logic forcing it to be caught between a panicked gasp and a normal tone, “f-for sex. You know. Like-“

“A sex slave,” the Hunter finishes, lips curled into a smirk and a quiet laugh coming out at the end of his words, harsh and mocking. Hiccup’s eyes widen a little at the humor he apparently finds in it, and he nods.

Sex slave, he thinks absently. Viggo wants him… as a sex slave. Hiccup knows some tribes participate in it, has always despised it the same as the rest of Berk does, but. It was so far away. Berk rescued thralls from other tribes, ones who escaped on ships and came to the tribe notorious for having no slaves or servants. Hiccup made friends with some of them when he was younger - a girl named Lynna who was fourteen, if he remembers correctly. A boy he doesn’t remember the name of, probably one or two others. They were a refreshing change of pace from the Berkians, and he knows now the full extent of their trauma and exactly why they were that way, but they still didn’t judge. Even as he helped them through recovery on the simple, kid-friendly basis that “bad things happened to them” and every one of them had certain things he couldn’t do around them or to them, they didn’t judge him. Not for his size, not for his athletic ability - he thinks he ranted to Lynna once about his inventions and she actually seemed to be raptly interested. They were always quiet, helpful, politely friendly at first (he knows why they were that way now), but Hiccup remembers Lynna, at least, warming up to him. He made her laugh, something wild and loud and carefree. She apologized right after - of course he said it was okay, and privately wondered why she apologized, even as he added it to his bad things happened list about her in that whatever had happened, she was afraid to laugh.

That was the day he realized that was the first time he’d heard her laugh like that, had seen her bright grin after, unashamed and not at all polite. One part of him vowed to make it happen again, to show her that she didn’t have to be afraid, while the other part was burning with curiosity. None of the adults told him, and his father simply said that bad things happened to her when he asked. Hiccup, being eight and very curious about the world, was not satisfied with this answer.

He didn’t ask her. Even at eight, he knew that had some sort of fundamental wrongness to it that made him satisfy himself with watching her, the way she flinched at touches and tried to make herself as small as possible. He recognized it as the way he moved sometimes, when he felt particularly bad about his less-than-optimal “Vikingness.” Eight-year-old Hiccup never solved the mystery, but sixteen-year-old him did, and sometimes he wishes he never had.

Hiccup realizes, with a dawning, cold horror, that he’s going to become that. It’s not so far away anymore, it’s not a strange mystery in a girl who’s afraid to laugh - it’s a mile or two away, in the form of Viggo Grimborn and his cruel smiles and this prison of an island taking him and swallowing him.

And it starts with these Hunters.

“I think you’ll be fine,” the Hunter says, and Hiccup’s flooded with panic and adrenaline as the Hunter leans down and pulls him up by the rope tying his wrists. He kicks hard with his leg, hearing the Hunter grunt, and barely keeps his balance before he falls back down again, standing on one leg and spinning quickly, hopping backwards. It feels ridiculous, and he knows he’ll never be able to run like this, but he can’t stop the blind panic shooting through him, fading out the pain in his ribs and his headache and bringing forward the primal instinct to escape.

“You’re gonna run with one leg, boy?” one of the Hunters asks mockingly. Hiccup glances between the camp of six - he’s wildly outnumbered. Lynna flinches as a Viking grabs her shoulder - Hiccup hops backwards still, heart pounding despite the logic telling him he won’t win.

One of the Hunters draws a dagger, smirking, tossing it at Hiccup’s head lazily. It spins in the air, Hiccup’s eyes tracking it until he can’t and he leans to the side, ducking his head. He tries to put his hands out for balance, feeling himself start to careen to the side, but his wrists hit rope and he starts falling. He curses his weakness, curses his prosthetic, and then he groans when his shoulder hits the ground hard and sends pain stabbing through his ribs.

He falls backwards onto his back, crushing his bound hands beneath him and unable to get up like this, not without effort. The Hunter is already on him, leaning over him with a cruel smirk - Lynna averts her eyes, bowing her head in submission - and Hiccup’s eyes widen, heart rate picking up as panic shoots through him.

The Hunter grins. “Don’t worry, we’re not taking you to Viggo yet. We’re going to have our fun with you first.”

His foot draws back, Hiccup’s eyes flick to it, and then the Hunter kicks him solidly in the side of his head. It snaps to the side and his world goes dark with a bright starburst of pain as the last thing flashing behind his eyelids.

Hiccup wakes up gasping. He breathes in water, the world spins as he’s being yanked upwards and now he’s breathing air, long, desperate gulps of it. He shivers as the cold air and water have their effect on him.

There’s a hand on his head, fingers tangled tightly in his hair. Hiccup can’t look around before he’s shoved back down into what looks like the ocean, as he’s kneeling in sand with icy water lapping at his legs.

He’s pulled up again; he sees the other five Hunters standing off to the side with his limited movement, presumably another Hunter behind him as the one holding his head and pushing him down.

“He’s awake,” one of them says.

The Hunter behind him shrugs. “Don’t care, really. This is fun, and leaves no marks. Wouldn’t want to hurt Viggo’s sex toy, after all,” he adds, mockingly directed at Hiccup.

He goes back down into the water again with panic making his breaths shorter.

“Viggo will know you hurt me anyway,” Hiccup gasps out when he’s pulled up. “I’m sure he wouldn’t want anyone to touch me. He seemed pretty possessive.”

“Viggo doesn’t have to know, and he won’t.”

Down again, this time with Hiccup’s stomach churning as he tries to think through his excuses - and apparently, he’s dropped low enough to consider Viggo’s desire for him as an excuse.

He doesn’t talk as the Hunter pushes him down the next few times, because his lungs burn when he’s under the water and his teeth chatter after a bit. The gasping breaths send knives of pain lancing through his cracked ribs.

“You’re planning... on doing this... for how long?” he pants out after at least four more times. “Viggo… will know. He’ll… hurt you.”

Down, and up. “Shut up,” the Hunter growls.

Down and up. Hiccup laughs through the pain. “You know I’m right,” he breathes. “You’re scared of him.”

Down… and down, and down. Up, down without a chance to catch enough breath.

Back up. Hiccup gasps, lungs burning and ribs stabbing pain through him, shivering and teeth chattering. “So are you. You’re going to be his personal slut,” the Hunter hisses back.

“And you’ll be dead, or worse,” Hiccup snipes back, spitefulness and petty vengeance surging through him at the mention of Viggo’s plans for him.

The Hunter growls, and then Hiccup’s being thrown to the sand. There’s momentum behind it; he feels himself roll on the sand, further into the water. He gasps a painful breath in just before he rolls underneath and stops several inches under.

The dark shape by the shore just above the water don’t move. Hiccup shivers and curls in on himself, but he can’t move without his prosthetic and with his hands bound like they are.

Still no movement; Hiccup has the insane thought that the Hunter will just leave him here to drown, tantalizingly close to air and yet so far. He struggles a little at that, thrashing until he breathes out his air by accident and clamps his mouth shut.

He tries lifting his head up, rolling on his back and sitting up. His hair clears the water, his forehead, but it doesn’t make it past his eyes and his lungs burn. He kicks his one leg in frustration as he sinks back down, the effort of sitting up like that sending white-hot bolts of pain through his cracked ribs.

He tries sitting up again, but the pain’s worse and he gasps involuntarily. Bubbles erupt from his mouth and water enters; he shuts his mouth and lays back down against the sand. Gods, he’s so cold. The water is freezing.

His vision starts to tunnel, closing in on him. Like the shadows of this island, he thinks absently, and shivers in the water. Pressing in on him, taking him, swallowing him in the darkness…

The water stirs and splashes and Hiccup’s being pulled upwards with an arm around his stomach. The arm makes his ribs hurt; he gasps and coughs and can’t see with the blackness still threatening his vision, and the gasping and coughing makes his ribs hurt. He shivers violently, his hands and face numb as he’s carried back to shore.

His cry as he lands harshly on the sand ends in a cough, water spitting out even as he curls up and shivers and feels tears at the corner of his eyes at the sheer pain lancing through him, stabbing and cutting and slicing ruthlessly.

Eventually he ends up just curled on his side, shivering with his eyes closed, coughing occasionally. The cold air doesn’t help, and it’s with some miraculous force of will that he hears footsteps on the sand and looks up to glare at the Hunter.

“Learned your lesson yet?” the Hunter sneers.

Hiccup shivers. His teeth chatter. His mouth twists in a spiteful smile even as he knows he’s only making it worse on himself. He won’t give in to them. “No-“ he coughs, “-I don’t think so.”

Hiccup goes deeper this time. His shoulder hits a rock, and he loses half his air just crying out as he feels the sharp edges of it cut him. It’s not for as long, because his vision has only started getting black when the Hunter yanks him out, gasping and coughing and still shivering.

He doesn’t make any sarcastic comments this time - he’s not that stupid and reckless, though he does force down his spitefulness - but the simple look of defiance in his eyes is enough for the Hunter to throw him back in again.

And again. And again, and again, until Hiccup loses count of the times he’s almost gone unconscious under the icy water, and nearly his entire body is numb.

By the end of it, he simply lays still, in far too much pain and with not nearly enough energy to thrash anymore. His vision starts to go black; the shapes by the shore don’t move. The water swirls and eddies above him, lit in mesmerizing patterns by the light from the sun. He’s tugged to the side as a wave comes into shore over him, and sways slightly out to sea when it recedes.

He lets out his breath as darkness closes in on his vision, and sinks.

Hiccup wakes up, and the first thing he notices is the cold air on his face. The second thing he notices is the sharp pain in his ribs as he doubles over, coughing. There’s an arm around his waist, holding him loosely, and another arm crossed over his shoulder and over his chest. He’s sitting on Toothless; the cold air is from the altitude, and behind him-

“Hiccup?”

He coughs. Astrid, he tries to say, but it comes out as water and more coughing and his eyes watering because of the coughing fit and the sharp, lancing pain through his ribs with every one. Her arms wrapped around him make sure he doesn’t fall as he slumps over, panting.

Toothless glances back, warbling his concern. Hiccup puts a hand on his scales and tries to speak; he descends into another short coughing fit and mentally curses himself in frustration.

Finally, he sits up, Astrid’s arms still wrapped around him from behind. He swallows carefully, and doesn’t cough, and counts it as a victory.

“Hiccup?” Astrid asks again, a silent question of concern. Hiccup nods, putting his hand silently on the closest piece of her he can reach - her thigh. He doesn’t trust himself to speak again, because he can feel the slight tingle in his throat that signals he’s going to cough, and his cracked ribs are already in enough pain as it is.

Her fingers skim lightly over his in response. “We’re flying back to the Edge,” she says, and doesn’t elaborate. Hiccup shivers, only then realizing that he has layers of furs wrapped around his torso, and there’s a bad feeling rising at the way she doesn’t continue. He looks back at her, putting the question in his eyes.

He’s met with- gods, there’s fear in Astrid’s eyes, and Hiccup feels all over like he can’t breathe again. The shadows of that island seem to press in on him again, taking and swallowing-

“We- gods.” Astrid stops, glancing down and shaking her head. “We couldn’t save the dragons there, Hiccup. That island-”

Another stop. Hiccup turns his hand upwards on her thigh, still not trusting himself to speak, and brushes his thumb over her hand. She looks up at him. I know, he says with his eyes, and she gives a small nod.

She glances away again. “I- I met with Fishlegs and we made it near the edges of the camp. Enough to see what was going on.”

“Hiccup, they starved those dragons,” Fishlegs cuts in, distress evident in his tone. “Not just out of cruelty, but they did it so even if we did free them, none of them had the energy to fly. There were so many rare species there, and they- they were feeding them all the wrong food, starving them entirely. They hurt them, too - that island is a death trap, Hiccup. I’d call it like a dragon’s mouth closed to bite, but… that would be an insult to dragons.”

“There were so many cages, and- and dead dragons,” Astrid says quietly. Hiccup looks back at her, and she’s staring down at her lap. “And so many weapons. I’ve never seen so many cages, or so many dragons in one Hunter base, and it was all surrounded by so many weapons and soldiers. There was- gods. A whole area dedicated to dragon bones,” Astrid says with a sort of horrified, detached numbness. “We couldn’t save them - Hiccup, we could barely save you. Toothless found the twins and they sent up a distress call on the part of the island you were on. That attracted all the other Hunters, and by the time we all got there, we only just got you out before we had to flee, or we would’ve been captured. They weren’t messing around, Hiccup.”

“We have to go back,” Heather says fiercely. “Viggo can’t get away with this.”

Astrid seems to slump a little at the mention of going back. Fishlegs’ eyes skitter nervously away; the twins are quiet, even, and Snotlout simply doesn’t look at her. And Hiccup himself… he thinks of that island, and his ribs twinge in pain. His lungs seem to burn a little in harsh reminder, and panic rises up.

“No,” he says - it comes out as a hoarse whisper. He clears his throat. “No,” he repeats, louder. Heather looks at him; Dagur brings Sleuther up to fly next to him. Hiccup can’t meet his eyes, simply staring down at Toothless’s scales. “I- I can’t go back. Astrid, you can’t go back,” he says, looking back at her. She looks up, familiar protest rising in her eyes, but she doesn’t say anything, and after a few minutes, her gaze drops back down and she nods. Hiccup looks around at the rest of his friends, a sort of horrified, shocked silence among them all in the aftermath of Herløv. “We’ll find another way to win against Viggo, but not this. None of us are going back to that island.”

It feels wrong to concede a victory to Viggo, no matter how terrifying the island is, but he thinks to himself that he’s never going back, that he’ll never have to experience the pain and death hanging over that island, permeating through every shadow, and he feels himself relax. He leans back against Astrid, feeling her arms wrap tighter around him and her chin rest on his shoulder, and breathes through the pain of his cracked ribs, the cut on his shoulder.

He relishes the fact that he can breathe, closing his eyes, and sighs quietly, relaxing further with Astrid’s warmth around him and Toothless gliding smoothly underneath him into the horizon, towards the Edge.

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bloodfcst-a · 5 years ago

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given the revival of the vii fandom with all of the hullabaloo surrounding remake, i can think of no better time to do this meme. i also suggest you check out my updated nav page if you haven’t already! i worked really hard on it okay sobs.

things a new rp partner should know about me !

write 3-5 things a new rp partner (or those who want to be) should know about you and tag 3-5 people! it should be related to rp and not to other interests.

tagged by: no one, but it’s a shame bc... i got thoughts. you were warned.

tagging: @angereve @enshijou @breselin @serophs @strfe @fractempyreal @extremepath @localmagicalboi @shimmerseas @duplikiss @verumking @asterites + if it strikes your fancy.

i. i am not your mother’s/father’s yu.ffie blog. while i do have a verse reserved for compilation content, that’s not the main premise of this blog. if you came here for oversexualized underage ninjas.... i’m going to have to direct you elsewhere. out here we’re primarily an adult modern interpretation... who does not daylight as a ninja constantly. she can, however, be a y.akuza or a sheltered member of high society who enjoys kicking ass for justice so if you’re interested in that, y’know. c’mon down.

ii. the typical ‘ yu.ffie is a kleptomaniac ’ / ‘ stop stealing my stuff ’ trope is like. one that grates my very existence. i have talked about this many times, but for those of you who are new: yufi has only stolen out of necessity to her cause. the only time i’ll refer to petty theft on this blog is if she like steals a fry or something. if we’re joking around, okay, but... please don’t consider that to be the sole core of her characterization. i’m begging. i’m on my knees. i’m warning you, i’ll cry and then i’ll probably ignore whatever post you’ve mentioned it in if you’re serious. just. don’t be that person if you’re following me.

if we’re going into it, the only times she’s stolen anything were: > in crisis core, as the ‘ treasure princess. ’ but this is arguable, as the treasure is truly up for grabs to start with & zack repeatedly goes after these locations she’s sent to him ( which, by the way, were sent to her from rufus to attempt to retaliate against + destroy shinra hq ). zack already knew what was up when: 1) she showed up in his spam folder; 2) she literally said she’s on the hunt for treasure; and 3) he knew at least after the second time that he was gon’ get goinked ( please see definition #2 ) so... can’t help him there. > in vanilla vii, when the party is foolish enough to meet her and not recruit her off the bat ( it be ya own self ). to be fair, 99% of her interactions with easterners / non-wutai prior to that moment had been people who either wanted to kill her or exploit her, so... it’s only self-preservation to use them before they use her or worse, leave her for dead. a sad reality for a 16 year old. > in vanilla vii, only after the party arrives to wutai & she thinks she can successfully finish her mission of “ getting all the strongest materia. ” after she’s captured, she does apologize, and then afterward makes cloud sign it in writing. so. y’know, she did learn from her mistake & said “ ugh, guess i gotta put that diplomacy training to use. ”

y’all could argue that she’s a thief class and that’s what they do, but note that it’s NOT one of her core skills-- it’s a MATERIA. which means everyone out there with a steal materia could be out here being a kleptomaniac. cloud? barret? tifa? red xiii? none of your favs are safe. her skills in the game, however, are shit called “ blood festival ” ( oh? see the username’s relevance all of a sudden? aha! ) and “ doom of the living. ” she’s out here summoning ghosts and reigning otherworldly power on ur ass but... fandom wasn’t ready for that conversation !! some folks were too BASIC and couldn’t handle her true strength... so i will gladly champion that for you.

iii. i like to emphasize that yufi is an emotionally strong yet traumatized figure, which stems from her origins and that i just put that in the forefront. we have a character who is haunted by her mother who died after childbirth, seemingly rejected from her father yet held to the highest of his standards, has attachment issues because she’s the “ black sheep ” and doesn’t just accept defeat or dejection even if it comes from her core community, survived multiple wars, has led in post-war rescue efforts on multiple occasions, was wrongfully imprisoned, was on the forefront of pandemic outbreaks as a first-responder, joins and rises to the top of an organization created to restore world order, is one of the two top operatives in said organization ( and the one out on the field longer--sorry vin.cent, but u only got involved at lu.cretia and when the actual gunshots disturbed your brooding and wine session filled isolation sessions. but like, mood tho ), pretends to be cheery despite clearly remembering all the hauntings and death and other bullshit she’s been facing since she was a toddler.... oh, and she disarmed bombs when her country was wrongfully targeted + used as political bait for terrorists...when she was a child. that’s canon, if we’re talking about “ accuracy. ” even in vanilla vii, she had no outlets, no one to turn to, ‘cause everyone was cloud vc: “ not interested. ”

so if you’re on this blog, it’s not like you won’t see happy yufi... but realize that i recognize that she is multifaceted and has a lot of baggage. emotional issues which unfortunately i bring to every verse gfdohfofh but u know, it’s core to her character + y’all gon have to deal, or... idk, go find another yufi. i’m not forcing you to be here.

iv. in my opinion, the best plotting comes with ooc conversations/interactions. i’m not saying if we plot that we’re required to be friends, ‘cause i don’t wanna force anyone into friendship, but i truly believe that if you want super deep plots with frequent interactions, we should... probably talk more than once. pretty simple, imo ! sometimes people claim i play favorites, but i really don’t... if you never talk to me and you don’t respond to my attempts to interact, then how am i supposed to know you’re interested?

as a general rule, i’ll put in as much effort as i receive. if i see you’re interested in me, if we’re really vibing when it comes to plotting, if you’re sending asks & liking posts, we’ve got some threads going, rad ! if i like starter calls and send you asks and message you and you never respond to me... ? i’ll take that as a sign you don’t wanna talk + i should move on to someone else. if i’m wrong, well... do something to change my mind.

v. i know i went hard as fuck on this meme, but that’s bc I’M REALLY PASSIONATE ABOUT ABOUT THIS MUSE. in reality i’m actually quite soft + a weenie babie. if you ask.......... most people, i think they’d say i try really hard to be approachable and adaptable. i think everyone who talks to me on discord laughs at me because i’m scared of the stupidest things + i love to make jokes and just be funny and relatable. so please be nice and love me and my sassy fighty extremely tough deprived child. we both need hugs.

kthx i’m finally done.

#♝ mun.#long post /#WHEW.#also my nav legit has a f.a.q so like.....#i'm trying y'all !#but ! if u never ask u'll never know.#until i decide to drop a wealth of knowledge on you all gdoifdhodgd #whoops my hand slipped......

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cosmicstardreamer-archive · 8 years ago

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REALLY LONG CHARACTER SURVEY. RULES. repost , don’t reblog ! tag 10 ! good luck ! TAGGED. @flareforged TAGGING. @tea-and-hexes @stayuptildawn and whoever else wants to do this!

BASICS.

FULL NAME : Nefeloma Marianela Leocadia NICKNAME : Neff/Neffie AGE : 24 BIRTHDAY : January 10th ETHNIC GROUP : First Nations; Cherokee, Latinx NATIONALITY : American LANGUAGE / S : English, Spanish, Tsalagi SEXUAL ORIENTATION : Pansexual ROMANTIC ORIENTATION : Panromantic RELATIONSHIP STATUS : Verse dependent, Canonically single HOME TOWN / AREA : Born and raised in Newark, New Jersey CURRENT HOME : Apartment complex in a nice little space pocket PROFESSION : Artist/Waitress

PHYSICAL.

SKIN : Medium/Deep in color EYES: Purple, on the lighter side. Almond in shape FACE : Rounded LIPS : Slightly plump and almost always with purple lipstick on COMPLEXION : Acne usually depends on her hormones but for the most part she takes good care of her skin. BLEMISHES : She’s got a few cause she had a habit of picking at the scars but they’re faded thanks to her taking better care of herself. SCARS : On her wrists, but faded. TATTOOS : OH BOY OKAY she has a tattoo of the Capricorn constellation on the back of her neck, A moon and star on her back right shoulder blade, a decorative arm cuff on her upper left arm [ it’s got a square maze pattern, then diamonds, and then stars at the end of beads I guess you can say? I’ll upload pics of them ] , pentagram in a circle with wings on both her wrists, many small designs on her fingers including a cross on a beaded chain on the lower and 3 dots on her upper right ring finger, a zigzag band on her lower right index finger, lower left pinkie has a band with connected U’s that have dots decorating the middle, top left ring finger is a crescent moon, top left middle is another zigzag band and 3 dots) Pics: Here, Here, and Here (Warning this one is a lil n/sfw so open with caution) HEIGHT : 5′7 WEIGHT : 170lbs BUILD : Curvy and has a little chub around her waist, but has muscles when she flexes. Hidden muscles to be honest, but not super defined. They’re just noticeable enough. FEATURES : Beauty mark under left eye, ALLERGIES : Soy beans (soy sauce is okay though) USUAL HAIR STYLE : Long hair down to her butt in a hime cut. USUAL FACE LOOK : She’s got resting bitch face man there’s literally no other way to put it. USUAL CLOTHING : This is actually verse dependent along with pre/post dependent. During her adventure she’ll be in this but post-adventure she’ll be in this.

PSYCHOLOGY.

FEAR / S : Being alone, being replaced, not being good enough, betrayal, being lied to, basically anything that has to do with a negative relationship with someone. ASPIRATION / S : To get married and have a family while being successful in the work business. It seems simple but it seems so hard to obtain for her. POSITIVE TRAITS : Selfless, caring, compassionate, empathetic, determined, if you need her she WILL be there. NEGATIVE TRAITS : MAN does she have a temper. She can also be very passive-aggressive, bossy, a bit of a bitch at times, easily pushes people away when she has her episodes. MBTI : The Mediator/INFP-T ZODIAC : Capricorn TEMPEREMENT : Melancholic SOUL TYPE / S : Spiritualist/Creator ANIMALS : Penguin VICE HABIT / S : Lip biting, making exagerated faces, playing with her hands/hand movements FAITH : Agnostic/Pagan. Somewhere around there. She’s more the inner soul type of spiritualist than she is the religious type. GHOSTS ? : Yes AFTERLIFE ? : Yes REINCARNATION ? : Yes ALIENS ? : Yes (She’s dating one in one verse) POLITICAL ALIGNMENT : She prefers not to get involved in politics EDUCATION LEVEL : Graduated college with a Bachelors in Fine Arts

FAMILY.

FATHER : Felipe, the man who meant the world to her. He was born in Puerto Rico and moved to America when he was still very young. A very fun loving but hard working man. He’d protect her from her mother’s outburts. MOTHER : Nadia, a mother who proved not to be much of one at all. Caused Neff a lot of stress and grief to the point of self harm and a suicide attempt after the death of Felipe. Very aggressive and has a complex. SIBLINGS : None. She’s an only child. Was supposed to have a brother but he never made it past the pregnancy. EXTENDED FAMILY : She has a lot of cousins an her grandparents NAME MEANING / S : Nefeloma is greek for “Nebula”. Marianela and Leocadia are both spanish names meaning “Beloved Star” and “Bright” respectively. HISTORICAL CONNECTION ? : N/A

FAVORITES.

BOOK : I haven’t the slightest idea to be honest. Probably the House of Night series despite how cliche and slightly embarrassing it is simply because it’s about a First Nations vampire that ties in touches of paganism and that is very much her life. MOVIE : GOSH I don’t think she has one. 5 6 SONGS : Cosmic Love by Florence + The Machine, Which Witch by Florence + The Machine, Trip The Darkness by Lacuna Coil, House of Shame by Lacuna Coil, On A Good Day by Above & Beyond, Peace of Mind by Above & Beyond DEITY : She believes that all exist honestly but her faith doesn’t really belong to any in particular. HOLIDAY : She likes Halloween and also Yule MONTH : April (showers bring May flowers and she very much loves the rain) SEASON : Spring oh my gosh she loves Spring so much. PLACE : Besides the comfort of home? Space. Any place she can see the stars. WEATHER : Rain rain rain give her rain whether it be a small shower or a thunderstorm. Otehr than that a nice crisp day, sunny but with a breeze. And those cool crisp nights where you can see the stars. SOUND : Rain, Thunder, Wind chimes SCENT / S : Lavender and Vanilla, Peach and Cherry Blossom TASTE / S : Sweet, Sour, and Spicy foods. Anything loaded with flavor. FEEL / S : Soft sheets, water trhough her fingers, a gentle caress, strong hugs, that serenity of a quiet night ANIMAL / S : She loves them all NUMBER : 24 COLORS : Purple, Blue, Black

EXTRA.

TALENTS : Painting and Singing BAD AT : Emotional Stability tbqh but it’s not like she can have that TURN ONS : Biting (especially on the neck and bottom lip), dominance fights, talk dirty to me *saxophone plays*, suits TURN OFFS : Ignorance (when chosen over learning), People treated as objects/trophies, persistence when unwanted HOBBIES : Painting and Drawing TROPES : Misery Builds Character, The Empath, Enemy Within, I Am Who? QUOTES : “I can’t tell you to remember me, but I can’t bear for you to forget me.”

MUN QUESTIONS.

Q1 : if you could write your character your way in their own movie , what would it be called , what style would it be filmed in , and what would it be about ? A1 : Man I’ve always low-key dreamed about Neff having her own anime or vidja gaem but I feel like it would be called something similar to my url like Cosmic Dreamer and it would be a story about self discovery and self love. Like despite the huge thing she’s involved in that makes her very important what matters most is how she sees herself and the decisions she makes for herself you know? Q2 : what would their soundtrack / score sound like ? A2 : Man okay it’s pretty much the music player on the blog. Alternative rock, acoustic, really kind of mysterious vocals. Good stuff. Q3 : why did you start writing this character ? A3 : Neff is my baby and she stands for a lot that I think people can appreciate. She’s got a personality disorder, she’s LGBTQA+, she’s POC, she’s within all the minorities as a ‘main character’ and unapologetically so. Q4 : what first attracted you to this character ? A4 : Okay so I have an assload of OCs and originally my main fave was a character named Caprice aka Capi. She’s my oldest and longest ‘living’ OC I guess you can say. But when I made Neff she became even more of a breakthrough. Obviously there’s some bias with her being based on me and my experiences and all (even though I kinda hate myself so that’s a bit ironic), but the fact that she’s someone who does what I can’t is a healthy outlet for me for expression. Q5 : describe the biggest thing you dislike about your muse. A5 : What I like most is also what I hate most and that is our similarities. Being hyper aware of your bad traits can drive you up a wall. Q6 : what do you have in common with your muse ? A6 : Neff is pretty much my life story with added tweaks to make it extra dramatic because I’m a piece of shit : D Q7 : how does your muse feel about you ? A7 : I MEAN I’D HOPE SHE LIKES ME I’M KINDA HER MOM Q8 : what characters does your muse have interesting interactions with ? A8 : I mean I think every interaction is an interesting one. Q9 : what gives you inspiration to write your muse ? A9 : A lot fo the ‘what ifs’ I ask myself with my own experiences and just things in general. Q10 : how long did this take you to complete ? A10 : Too damn long.

#the one who sees all (mun post)#finding myself (info)#holy crap this took 10ever #but this was fun #and i'm very happy with the quiz results #they're exactly what i imagine her to be so i'm glad i'm doing things right

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A B O U T

hello all! and hail hydra! just kidding. a little about me. i go by the name S I A on here. I am currently T W E N T Y - F I V E . i am originally from E A S T S U S S E X , U N I T E D K I N G D O M in a small grass covered town. i consider myself P A N S E X U A L & go by S H E / H E R pronouns, though you can call me dirt-bag and I would honestly care less. i have been roleplaying for roughly at least S I X T E E N years of my life. so needless to say, i pride myself in my writing. i am by no means perfect nor will i ever claim to be anything near that. i write because i enjoy writing. it is a hobby and nothing more, nothing less. real life never equals roleplay and my character’s actions, history, etc; will N E V E R reflect anything in my personal life or my personal opinions. i have N O T R I G G E R S but will gladly tag anything you find offensive on my blog with ‘tw: -insert trigger here-’. overall, i am a really easy person to get along with. if you ever have a problem or need somebody to talk to i will literally be your personal shrink and best friend. also, i do not have a smart cellular so that means N O K I K / / N O S K Y P E / / N O S N A P C H A T or any other fancy apps where roleplaying can be done.

R U L E S

P R I V A T E B L O G / E X C L U S I V I T Y ; this blog ( holden lowe ) is going to be a selective blog. why? i mainly created it to roleplay with a few people. however, if you follow me and have an interesting plot / story line in mind then feel free to shoot me an IM and we can mesh things out. Generally I will not follow every single person back on this blog. Just those I can see fit with roleplaying with my small infected child. regarding exclusivity - i reserve the right to have mains and exclusives. if somebody approaches me ( that clearly i have een writing with for awhile ) and requests to be exclusives then i will kindly agree to it. Mains are run the same way. If you wish to be added to my main list then please, by all means, message me and we can work things out ( once again, if we have roleplayed together before ) .

N O G O D M O D I N G ; i find this to be a pretty basic rule on everybody’s list. basically this means do not control my character’s actions or what they say. i am perfectly capable of controlling my character, just as you should be able to yours.

N O S T E A L I N G ; seriously, that is a dick move. the majority of my icons i have found on icon galore or hollow art. any others i have made myself from gifs and edited with my name over. my theme backgrounds are made by me but i do not make the themes themselves. credit goes to the original makers. please, please, please never steal anything from my blogs or writing. it’s not very nice.

F O R M A T T I N G ; typically i will format my own writing. i do understand that people are unable to trim their posts the majority of the time, whether it be tumblr’s fault with bugs or that they are mobile. this does not bother me. just know that i will trim our posts and format my own replies into smaller special text. if you have trouble reading one of my replies i will be more than happy not to do this, though, and type in normal text. just shoot me a message or ask.

M Y T H E M E / L I N K S ; everything on my blog is customized and floats. generally from what i hear it is not very mobile friendly but i cannot really edit my blog to fix that. if you simply shoot me a message or ask for the links to rules, about, etc; i will be more than happy to send them your way!

M Y A C T I V I T Y / R E P L Y T I M E ; as a rule of thumb i will post a notice if i plan to be absent more than a week from my blog. i try to remain semi-active on all of my blogs but if you feel i have disappeared then feel free to shoot me a message, once again, and kindly remind me. i do have a full time job and a life outside of it ( even if it isn’t much of one ) , so please understand that these are factors in my daily reply times. i run on E S T aka east coast, usa / canadian time and am typically on at night anywhere from 8 pm until 2 or 3 in the morning, depending on my mood. if my reply has taken more than T W O W E E K S than please kindly nudge me and remind me i owe you. i promise that i am not ignoring anybody. my life can just be rather hectic at times. also keep in mind i run a total of at least three active blogs at any given time and attempt to spread out replies among them evenly.

N S F W / S E X U A L P O S T S ; seeing as how i am legally an adult everywhere in the world no matter how childish i am, i reserve the right to write smut as i see fit. it will not occur very often on my blogs unless my character is more so sexually active ( such as one of my vampire characters ) , but either way i choose to ONLY write with those that are 18 and older for smut. why? because it is illegal on both ends and i don’t really feel like catching any flack because somebody needed their lady bones or bones jumped one night. also, i will ALWAYS tag anything sexually related as ‘nsfw’. rarely will i put them under a ‘read more’ unless they get a bit more graphic. don’t wish to see those posts? simply block the tag ‘nsfw’ and you won’t. don’t unfollow me because of them. besides, i find myself to be rather a shite writer when it comes to anything sexual. i will, however, roleplay regular storylines and plots with those that are under 18. just nothing sexual, please. also, never lie about your age. it’s rather skeevy if you ask me. Also, when I am writing a character that is under the age of eighteen on the show, movie, plotline, etc; i REFUSE to do anything in sexual nature with anybody. If written in an alternate timeline or a verse where my character is ABOVE that age then I will do so as I see fit.

W R I T I N G S T Y L E / L E N G T H ; once again, i format my writing. i will generally always reply in some form of smaller text and i will always trim my posts. as far as length of my writing i can do anything from one liners up to novella when i feel inspired. generally i will reply in a para to multi-para style, though. i will, however, try my very best to match whatever length you choose to write in up until the point where i feel like my quality is going down. i prefer quality over quantity any day of the week.

G O S S I P P I N G ; i take no part in it when it involves other roleplayers. as a matter of fact if i find out that you are purposefully slamming another roleplayer’s name into the ground simply because you do not enjoy the way they write then i will unfollow you. i find it rude and honestly rather childish.

F A N D O M S ; i have literally roleplayed with somebody from every fandom across the board. i am familiar with everything from serial killing horror genres up to disney princesses. as long as i can see our characters having a logical writing experience together i will be more than happy to write with you. i follow every blog that follows me and give them a chance.

S E X U A L I T Y / S H I P S ; please never ever force a ship on me. i much prefer to write with a character before any type of relationship happens. i will kindly return the favor. my male characters that i write are usually straight while my female characters that i write are often pansexual or lesbian. does this mean that they will hit on you all the time or automatically find you attractive? of course not. so please, never feel uncomfortable around my characters. also, i reserve the right to have multiple ships on a single blog. EVERY ship will be in a different verse and i never want to catch somebody from one ship interacting with somebody from another one of my ships as if they are fighting over me or know we are dating, sleeping together, etc;. each ship is single. simple as that. i ship chemistry and you can cause a chemical melt down of my character by doing something stupid like that.

O P E N P O S T S / M E M E S / M ! A ‘ S / E T C ; my open posts are exactly that. i don’t care if we have never interacted before, if we have a million threads together, or if we are best friends. feel free to reply to them. however, once they have been claimed by a roleplayer i will take it off as an open rp to cut down on clutter. as far as memes go - i am the meme queen. literally send me any and all memes that i post. i will love you forever, trust me. also, feel free to continue it as an actual thread or storyline after i have answered it! i don’t care if you reblog it or make a new post. i am not picky. i, however, will create another post and tag you in it when i go to reply. i do not now, nor will i ever, accept M!A’s. they are uneventful and stupid in my opinion. it feels like another person is literally controlling my character and i do not like it.

#ʷᵉˡᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒʳᵗᵉᶻ ⁻ ⁽ rules ⁾

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