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hops-hunny · 4 years ago

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When He Sees Me

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Chubby!Reader

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 4.3k

Request: N/A

Summary:(Y/n) always thought she was too rational for love, until she wasn’t. (Based off of the song When He Sees Me from Waitress)

Warnings: Slight negative thoughts and angst but vast majority fluff and pining! Oh and positive use of the word fat.

A/N: Fred is a little OOC in this?? But I honestly just imagine him as the type of guy to be sorta whipped if he really falls for someone.

I stick with real things

Usually facts and figures

When information's in its place

I minimize the guessing game

(Y/n) had always been a rational girl. In her younger years at Hogwarts, as all her friends began to giggle and blush at their crushes, she kept her nose in her books. Although she was curious of what they were experiencing, the thought never lasted long in her mind due to what her mother had told her from a young age.

(Y/n) was about the age of 6, sitting on the floor near the couch as she colored humming to herself softly. She had noticed her mom was in a bad mood due to her being sprawled out on the couch many upon many empty bottles of alcohol littered the table. She wasn’t sure why her mother was so upset but ever since they had seen her father at the park with her babysitter last week her mom had been in this mood and her father hadn’t been back.

“(Y/n) dear, promise me something.” her mother muttered to her half asleep. The girl turned around smiling at her mom. Her mom gave her a weak smile back as she pet the top of the girls head. “Never give your heart to a man. He’ll only leave it in pieces.”

At the time, the girl obviously had no clue what she meant but the older she got and the more she saw the people in her life get their hearts broken time and time again she had developed a clue. So, she simply focused on anything that wasn’t romance. School, plants, knitting, you name it and that’s what she gave her attention to. Even though it wasn’t a conscious action, it still affected her deeply.

I don't like guessing games

Or when I feel things

Before I know the feelings

How am I supposed to operate

If I'm just tossed around by fate?

Like on an unexpected date?

Although her friends described it to her many upon many of times, she still found herself absolutely clueless of what feelings of love was like. That's why when she saw him, she was confused by what was happening.

“Oh he’s simply lovely! He does this funny little things with his hands where-” Although (Y/n) was focused on her coursework, she was still listening to Diane as usual. She liked to listen to her friends retelling of experiences with lovers, soaking it in like a cheesy romance movie. She looked out the window needing a quick break from her work. Her breath hitched quietly as she placed a soft chubby hand over her heart feeling as it raced wildly in the chamber of her chest. Her body had a tingling sensation all over that she had never felt before as she felt herself get dizzy.

“W-who’s that?” she said in an airy tone, causing her friend to follow her gaze. There he stood, laughing and joking around with his friends pushing each other around. His ginger locks blew in the wind slightly and his skin glowed in the soft afternoon sun.

“You mean you don’t know who that is? That’s Fred weasley! He’s like one of the most popular guys in our year. I can’t believe you just asked that.” She snickered some, teasing her friend. She stopped once she noticed the girl who was usually quick to snap back was unusually quiet. She smiled softly at her expression, noticing that look in her eyes. Whether (Y/n) knew it or not yet, she was absolutely enamoured with none other than Fred Weasley.

“I don’t like him. He makes me feel funny.” she said, however the way she looked out the window still said otherwise.

“Funny how?”

“I don’t know, just funny.”

“Like laugh funny or like funny funny?”

“Obviously not laugh funny, are you an idiot?” She asked, glaring at her blonde friend. She looked out the window once more. She noticed him look back causing her to gasp, eyes wide with shock. He winked at her causing her to scoff, pick her things up before shutting the library blinds and run off to who knows where.

Diane laughed to herself as she began to pack her own stuff up to go after her friend. She sighed before running quickly out the library to catch up.

“Ah, young love!”

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With a stranger who might talk too fast

Or ask me questions about myself

Before I've decided that

He can ask me questions about myself

He might sit too close

Or call the waiter by his first name

Or eat Oreos

But eat the cookie before the cream?

“For the last time Diane, I’m not talking to him!” she said, slamming her book closed as she tossed it on the table in front of her. Her, Diane and a few of her other friends found themselves in the common room as they usually did on friday nights talking and gossiping about anything that came to mind. Today’s topic of discussion was the girl’s apparent “crush” as they called it. Considering she had nothing to base off of whether that’s what the funny feeling she had mentioned earlier in the week was, she decided to trust her friends in them saying that’s what it was.

“What? Oh come on, give me one good reason why you won’t.” Molly said, facing her friend her sharp green eyes boring into (Y/n)’s (e/c) ones.

“Oh I can give you a PLETHORA of reasons why not!” the (y/h/h) girl exclaimed as she stood up. She began to pace, trying to rack her brain for good reasons on why not. “Aha! What if he butters both sides of his toast? Or-or what if he asks me too many questions on why I’m talking to him? Or if he’s as popular and well known as you say, what if he takes that as an excuse to ignore personal space boundaries and gets handsy?”

“He’s a teenage boy, not a serial killer. Someone’s been watching too much muggle crime specials.” Molly said as she rolled her eyes, sighing as she leaned back into the couch. (Y/n) glared at her friend, letting out an exasperated sigh as she facepalmed. It wasn’t like she didn’t wanna do anything about these feelings. She most certainly did. Whatever would get rid of them the quickest is the route she wanted to take.

“Well, you could always let him know another way!” Ronnie said as they looked up at their friend. “You’ve got so many skills and talents, why not take advantage of it?” Although Ronnie wasn’t very talkative, whenever they opened their mouth they always said something that made perfect sense.

“As per usual Ronnie, you’re the voice of reason. Merlin bless Ronnie for all of eternity!” (Y/n) exclaimed dramatically as she got on her knees, pretending to worship her friend like a god.

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(Y/n) had been doing just that, making herself known to Fred without making herself known. The (y/h/h) girl had wanted to be anonymous about it, leaving things without her name however Diane pointed out the fact that (Y/n) had “the presence of a ghost” and that “even ghost had more of a presence then her” which meant that even if she did attach her name to the things left Fred would have no idea who it was. Because to be frank (Y/n) was, well, a nobody.

She noticed this little ‘talent’(if you could even call it that) first year when her teachers would mark her as absent despite her being in the front row of the class and having some of the highest marks. She seemed to fly by unnoticed by all but her small group of friends which they all found funny, especially with Diane being one of the most popular girls in their grade if not all of Hogwarts.

So, she started off small. She’d leave little notes for him in places she knew he’d find them, usually his first or last class of the day, and his seat in the great hall. She would watch him as he’d read them, flushing sometimes as he read them. However, his usual response was to read them out loud to George, bragging about how a pretty girl was leaving him notes.

“Ah listen to this one, Georgie! ‘Here’s a quidditch tip for you Fred. I noticed that when you’re on your broom you have a habit of going to the right which is why you often get stopped. Try switching it up sometimes! However, that’s not the only thing I’ve noticed. Somehow despite being in that dorky quidditch outfit, you still look just as fit as usual. Yours truly, (Y/n).’” He smirked at that part, a chorus of ‘ooo’s from his friends.

“Although she may be blind to say that, she does know her quidditch! Sounds like a catch if you ask me. I’m surprised she didn’t go for me, the better twin.” George said, choking on his toast as Fred smacked him on the back of the head.

Diane nudged her friend, glancing at her. She laughed as she saw her friend’s round face buried in a book to hide the overwhelming amount of shyness that was overcoming her. Even though this had become a regular thing, she still couldn’t stop the way her heart would race every time Fred would read one of the letters aloud.

To avoid the notes becoming repetitive, she started to switch it up every once in a while. Baked goods, hand knitted scarfs and gloves, even flowers with meanings behind them made their way into Fred’s ownership. However, the more things he got the more not only him but other people became curious. Who was (Y/n) (L/n)?

But what scares me the most

What scares me the most

Is what if when he sees me, what if he doesn't like it?

What if he runs the other way and I can't hide from it?

What happens then?

If when he knows me, he's only disappointed?

What if I give myself away, to only get it given back?

I couldn't live with that

Molly was currently trying to catch up to her soft friend, a sympathetic look on her face. “Why not? I think you should just go up to him and tell him! So many other girls have tried, claiming to be you.” she said, catching the other girl’s attention. She bumped into her as the (h/c) girl abruptly stopped. She turned to look at her friend with tears in her eyes causing her to look down at her agape.

“Do you wanna know why I haven’t just gone up to him yet? Do you really?” She said above a whisper as she looked up at her tall friend, silent tears making their way down her cheeks. “It scares me. It scares me even fucking more than what I feel for him does. Fred is just so..he’s funny, talented, popular. Who wouldn’t want him?” she choked out, looking away. “What if when he sees me, he doesn’t like me? Whenever he reads my notes or gets one of my gifts he always mentions how beautiful (Y/n) must be.”

“(Y/n)...”

“Let me finish Molly. When he says that, he probably means some tall leggy blonde like Diane. I’m just me.” she lets out a dry chuckle, sniffing as she wipes at the tears streaming. “Sure, I find me beautiful, you guys find me beautiful, but the world doesn’t. I don’t look like anyone he’s ever been with before. Fred is always surrounded by tons of gorgeous women. If he saw me, he’d only be disappointed. If I gave myself to him and he rejected me, I couldn’t live with that. Now I see what my mom was talking about.” she said as she walked off leaving Molly confused by the last part of her statement. She frowned hearing her friend’s words but she knew her better than to chase after her when she was upset. She turned the other way, walking quickly in hopes she’d make it to her lecture not too late. However, a flash of red hair out of the corner of her eye didn’t go unnoticed but it did slip her mind when she saw her friend later.

So, I'm just fine, inside my shell-shaped mind

This way I get the best view

So that when he sees me, I want him to

(Y/n) sat in the library at a table by herself. It was a friday, usually she’d spend this time with her friends in the commons. However, after the never ending pestering to just talk to him, to face him she told them she wasn’t feeling well and that she’d be retiring early. It wasn’t a lie, she had completely planned on getting some much needed rest but as she lay in bed tossing and turning her restlessness turned into frustration leading her to read a bit to clear her mind. Reading was what she enjoyed doing when she wanted to clear her mind or simply escape the insufferable reality she was living in. But after she found herself reading the first line to chapter three 10 times she placed her bookmark between her pages, looking out the window.

It was if the universe was taunting her from the sight in front of her. There he stood, talking to another girl from their year. She couldn’t recall the girls name but it wasn’t that important, she was beautiful. She sighed as Fred laughed at something the girl said, patting her head before walking away. ‘It’s better this way. He can’t see you which means he can’t reject you which means you won’t get hurt’ is what she kept telling herself. However if that was the truth, then why did she feel so empty inside?

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(Y/n) laughed along with her friends as they sat in the empty common room. Everyone from their house was Merlin knows where at this time as they all shared their intimate horror stories.

“Oh come on, that did NOT happen.” she said through laughs, eating another chocolate from the box on the table. Her cheeks hurt from the amount she had been laughing. Diane was in the midst of telling what happened during her recent sexual endeavor with some guy from her herbology class.

“I swear he did! His face was green and everything! Next thing I know he was blowing chunks off the side of the bed. I offered to take him to the infirmary but he didn’t hear me through his tears so I just made my exit as swift as possible!” she said laughing as well, face red from how much she had laughed through the telling of the story. They all continued to howl with laughter, someone else’s laughing triggering someone else to laugh even more. (Y/n) was the laugh one left laughing as her friends all began to grow quiet.

“G-guys? Why’d you stop? Who’s next?” she said, looking at Molly who was on her left and Ronnie who was on her right.

“Um, don’t look how (Y/n) but Fred Weasley is coming this way.” Diane said, causing the girl to stop breathing briefly.

“W-what?!” she whispered loudly, eyes growing wide.

“Yeah and um don’t freak out, but he’s looking directly at you. No pressure though!” Molly said, giving her a rough pat on her back as she offered the girl a smile. The (h/c) haired girl glared up at her. As Fred grew closer, their voices grew quieter.

“Why wouldn’t that make me nervous?!” she said through gritted teeth as she pulled on Molly’s curls causing the girl to let out a quick ‘ow!’. She chuckled nervously. “Well, we have nothing to worry about! It’s not like he knows who I am!” she said as she relaxed some, closing her eyes as she leaned back. She heard footsteps stop in front of her causing her eyes to shoot open as she looked at the ground. Huh. Those shoes didn’t look like Ronnie’s shoes. Matter of fact, they didn’t look like Diane’s either. Or Mo- oh no. She looked up, arms folded across her abdomen self consciously as she looked up at the man in front of her. She couldn’t help but take in his appearance.

He was in a white shirt, some spots see through from what she assumed was a mix of sweat and water. His flaming hair was mostly dry but damp in some spots and he adorned a pair of sweatpants that made him look quite godly in her opinion. If she had to guess, he had just gotten back from quidditch practice. It was weird for her to be this close to him intentionally. The only time she found herself close to Fred was when they’d walk past each other in the hall or when their classes would go by each other due to a required location change for the lesson. Therefore she had never been able to see the freckles on his knuckles, the barely noticeable acne scars that adorned his forehead, or even the way his Irish spring’s shower gel smelled oh so heavenly.

“I’ve been all around the castle for weeks, months even. I think the main reason it took me so long was not only the fact that I haven’t really seen you up close before, but all the other birds claiming to be you. It was like that one muggle film, what’s it called? Cinderfeller?” he pondered for a moment looking off.

“I-it’s Cinderella.” Ronnie chimed in, giving him an awkward smile. They were all quite stunned. Although they all knew that this wild goose chase couldn’t go on forever, they didn’t expect it to be Fred of all people to approach first. They were sure (Y/n) would reveal herself on her own time but it seemed that they weren’t the only one’s getting impatient with the girl’s excuses and whys.

“Right, thank you. So I set off, making a list of every girl in our year in the castle- with the help of George and Dean of course- and we spoke to quite literally all of them. It was easy to weed out the fakes because they couldn’t answer questions related to some of the gifts I had received. So by the process of elimination that leaves you, love. Are you (Y/n)?” He said, crouching down to her level. As hues of brown met hues of (e/c) it was much too intimate for the girl to handle. She sat there, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.

“W-well I am a (Y/n). I’m sure there’s plenty of others in the castle!” she retorted letting out a forced laugh, wiping her sweaty palms on her skirt. Was the common room always this warm?

“If I recall correctly, weren’t you bragging the other day about being the only (Y/n) in the castle? You said and I quot-” a quick stomp of (Y/n)’s foot on Diane’s caused the blonde to quickly stop whatever she was in the middle of saying. Fred looked down at the (h/c) hair girl with a quirked brow and knowing smirk. She was caught red handed. Without another word, he quickly pulled her off the couch with ease, dragging her along with him. She tried protesting and looking at her friends for help but they all simply waved and smiled at her, making kissy faces and noises. ‘Idiots’ she thought as she rolled her eyes. Fred continued to guide her, the path to where they were going looking awfully familiar until they arrived at the astronomy tour.

“Listen Fred, I just wanna say I’m sorry. I know you were probably expecting (Y/n) to be someone who looks like Diane, or hell, even Molly’s dumbass but I’m not. I’m just me.” She began as she walked to the edge, looking off the balcony. “I know now that you’ve seen me you’re probably disappointed. I’ve seen the girls you hang around all the time and they’re bloody gorgeous and-”

“So are you.” he whispered, causing her to whip her head around quickly.

“Pardon?” she responded with glassy eyes. The girl wasn’t too sure why her eyes began to water from three simple words. They weren’t the usual three words that cause or evoke such an emotional response but they felt like the missing piece of a puzzle. Her eyes followed the lanky guy as he walked over to her, tucking a few pieces of hair behind her ear as he interlocked their hands. Long, skinny and defined calloused hands meeting her soft thicker but smaller ones.

“So. Are. You. Beauty is such a fluid thing. There’s no one way to be beautiful, lovely. Museums have many unique and beautiful forms of art and so does life.” He let his hands wander on her sides, gliding up and down her love handles, waist, and hips. He took one of his hands to tilt her head up oh so gently. “If you were a sculpture, you’d be made of the finest of marble by the most talented of sculptors. Hell, if I wasn’t so bloody bad with art I’d sculpt you myself but I don’t think I’d be doing you much justice. It’d be a monstrosity.” he said, shuddering at the idea of him doing anything art related. (Y/n) found herself giggling at that.

“If only you applied this verbiage to your coursework. Perhaps you’d actually be doing decent.” she remarked as she continued to laugh. Fred gasped a bit before joining in as well with his own laughter. As the laughter died down, he lifted a hand caressing her cheek, thumb sweeping across the smooth skin. She found his eyes to see they were filled with adoration. “Fred Weasley, are you whipped for me?” she spoke softly as if she had said it any louder, that he’d simply disappear.

“I have been since the first time I saw you.” He responded, his own cheeks flushing a bit with a light crimson. She looked at him puzzled a bit before her eyes widened slightly.

“You remember that? That was months ago!” she noted. He grinned at that, pulling her closer.

“Of course I do. Imagine my delight when I found out that beautiful girl who slammed the blinds shut on me happened to be the girl my heart was slowly going out to with every note and kind gesture you sent my way. Merlin is definitely on my side. Although I must be honest,” he looked away for a bit before lookin back at her. “The list was a huge help, but I also couldn’t help but overhear your conversation in the hallway that day. However I knew then wasn’t the right time to approach you, I assumed you would’ve just been more upset over the fact I was eavesdropping a bit.” he mumbled. She opened her mouth to question what conversation before she recalled what she had said to Molly that day in the hallway.

“Hearing you speak so lowly about yourself upset me quite a bit. I wanted to plan out what I was going to say a bit more and also make sure it was actually you.”

“I’m sorry you had to hear me say those things about myself. I usually don’t say such things like that, I’m very confident in the way I look. To me, fat and ugly aren’t synonymous but I know everyone isn’t so open minded.” she admitted, dropping her gaze to the ground. “I’m also new to this whole feelings thing. You’re the first guy I’ve ever had feelings for.”

Now, it was Fred’s turn to become speechless. He couldn’t believe his ears, he had the honor, no, the privilege of being the first guy to be such a sublime goddess of a woman? He felt his ears heat up and he knew he had to look absolutely ridiculous. “I don’t blame you, I am one hell of a guy!” He said, flexing his arms as he flashed her a cheeky grin. (Y/n) scoffed some, shoving him away as she rolled her eyes playfully. She pondered for a second before standing on her tippy toes planting a kiss on his cheek...or at least that’s what she had planned. Fred being Fred turned his head last moment wrapping his arms around her waist as he pressed his lips into hers. She gasped softly, chills running up her spine again as her body tensed.

Even this was her first time having a kiss, she could tell this was a feeling she’d be craving nonstop. (Y/n) wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling Fred down to her height. The ginger boy smirked into the kiss, trailing his hands all along her soft frame practically melting at the feeling. His hands snaked their way down to her ass, cupping the pillowy flesh between his large hands causing the (y/h/h) to moan softly. The Gryffindor pulled away, biting and pulling her bottom lip along with him.

“So, I have a question for you then…”He started, pressing his forehead against hers. She felt the warmth of his minty breathe hit her face as she looked into his eyes expectantly. “Do I really have a tendency to go to the right when I play quidditch? Because in my opinio-”

“Fred! Really?!”

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onepdumpsterfire · 5 years ago

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Disclaimer: These stories are based ‘loosely’ on the game Obey me shall we date. The major stuff will be the same, but here and there the story will be changed or embellished. It is just an AU and I do not own the game the characters, from both One Piece or Obey Me, nor do I own One Piece in general. It would be cool though…

Warning: The characters will mostly be ooc and for the most part will not have the same background as in the anime/manga. The reader’s age will be above consent; the exact number is up to you.

Seven Heavenly Virtues

Devildom!AU

(pt9/?)

Various Characters X Reader

The boys were homesick. Three days away and more than a hundred human lifetimes in the house of lamentation goes down the drain. They all moaned their loss as soon as they walked in through the door. Imploring the unknown future to let them rest in their safe haven.

Gathering in the kitchen, the first thing they did was prepare a nice lunch, having left before they could eat anything. Inviting you to join in with them, you all laughed and played in the newly finished kitchen that none of you have yet to test out. Reminiscing on your stay in the palace. Poking fun at the small fights and the constant visits to the underground labyrinth. Law sniveled over his lost pet while Sanji proudly pronounced the new pact he’d made.

All throughout the meal, the chatter continued. Even as it ended and the table was cleared, the conversation didn’t end. It just moved on to the living room, all sitting around each other to better listen. The stories didn’t stop at the retreat. Bringing up past stories, and mementos that they’ve all kept. Your shenanigans with the siblings being a popular topic of conversation. Sabo leading the cheerful atmosphere to a more subdued one.

“Y/n, you’ve already made pacts with four of my brothers, what’s your end goal?” He didn’t beat around the bush. He needed to know the truth and so did his brothers. All of them deserved to know.

“A-ah well you see…” There was a pressure in the room that was palpable, different from when the demon brothers showed their true forms. It wasn’t suffocating, so to say, but it was dizzying having to think of a lie. You were doing this for Zoro, so he could make up with Sabo. At first, when you first told him you’d do it, it was because you pitied him. He seemed so desolate. Then you got closer to the brothers. There was this undeniably human urge to help them. You wanted to make their family whole like it was before the war. Before the protest. Before the heartbreak of losing someone they loved. It was a human cliche to want to fix a broken person, but this was more than one single person. It was a whole family being held together by lies and deceit. They were grief-stricken. Grasping at whatever they could so that their last remaining strands of normalcy stayed. It wasn’t a lie you wanted to help them all. It wasn’t just for Zoro anymore. So you told the truth, for the first time. Albeit, leaving out a few details.

“I’ve seen how well you all seem to get along… but there’s this underlying… how should I put this…” You put a balled hand up to your chin, thinking of a way to say this without being rude. “I don’t mean to step out of line…. But you all seem sad. There are times where you all seclude yourselves and I don’t know.” You ran your hand through your hair. Looking anywhere but them, you distracted yourself from the embarrassing statement. “Maybe it’s because I’m human, but I want to see you all get along.” The brothers were confused, they thought they had been getting along. Sure they had their sad days, but who didn’t? “I know that you guys have your times when you do, but there are other times when you all can barely hang out together?” you knew how this was sounding. You didn’t mean it like that! Waving your hands in front of you, you tried to fix your mistake. “I-i mean there’s just a coldness in the room… I uh….” Blood rushed to your face, you were making a fool of yourself. You should just wrap it up. “I just wanna see you guys hang out comfortably all the time because even if you don’t I see you all as friends!” Your face was hot, and your hands shook. It was embarrassing to admit this, but you needed to say something. “Oh Y/n, I love how much you care for us!” Sanji swooned over to you, taking your hand in his, he leaned in close. Dropping his voice lower, he murmured in your ear, “and It’s so cute how flustered you got.”

Law and Luffy thanked you for looking out for their family while Kid fought with Sanji. He wanted him to let go of you, but the other didn’t relent. You all lost yourselves in your own little bubble; maybe if you had paid more attention you would have noticed the suspicious look Sabo sent you. He was skeptical of your intentions. He believed you wanted to help. He just didn’t think that what you said was the whole truth. Ace noticed it too. He might be tempestuous and distant, but he was also smart. He too knew you were hiding something. And he knew how much it irked Sabo to not know the full truth. Ace liked to irritate Sabo, and if you were hell-bent on getting them to grow closer. The answer was one in the same. Out of the spite he had, he’d make an offer. One you couldn’t refuse.

“Y/n.” You pulled away from Kid and Sanji who were still grumbling about not letting the other lay a hand on you. “Yeah?”

“You’ll need my pact too, right? I’m willing.” He seemed smug. He knew how mad Sabo would get if he offered himself without a thought. They argued back and forth, about how he wasn’t doing this because he wanted to make a pact. Ace was doing it because he liked to rile him up. Back and forth they went. It was close to physical at some point, but the others separated them. Telling them to go to their rooms to cool off.

There it was again. A constricting force in the room. Ace and Sabo fought all the time, usually it was yelling. If it leads to anything more physical one of the brothers would tell them to go to their corners. It made you wonder what could have happened to turn their relationship so sour. Right now wasn’t a good time, you’ll wait for later that night and ask one of the brothers you had a pact with. Kid or Law, they were the most likely to give out information.

After everyone left for their rooms for the night you felt it safe to poke at the conflict the two brothers seemed to share. You texted the group chat you had with Kid and Law, asking if they could provide some answers or if it would be best to speak to Ace in person. They both spammed you with messages saying that you shouldn’t bring it up to him, ESPECIALLY not in person. Law offered to fill you in on what happened at the cost that you come over. It was a small risk, but a risk nonetheless. Sabo didn’t like you wandering around late at night. Though you wanted to know the truth more than you feared the reprimand you would get if you were caught. So you went over with Kid tagging along. Obviously he would, for ‘help with the storytelling,’ as he put it.

Law’s room hadn’t changed since the last time you were here. Papers were still strewn around on his desk; comic books and books alike were still piled high on the coffee table, the floor, his bed, any surface really. His beloved series is still center stage in this whole mess. It was probably the only thing that looked like it wasn’t in disarray, Law included. He had dark bags under his eyes and seemed to only change between the same three outfits. Always adorning it with his beloved long coat.

“Can’t believe you live in this mess.” It looks like Sabo wasn’t the only one scolding Law for the state of his room. Kid pushed books off of Law’s bed to make way for himself, all the while continuing to grumble about the mess. “At least it’s not a scrap pile like yours.” Angrily, Law collected the books from the floor and stacked them in a pile by the bed. “I have them organized! And I use them, unlike you who reads the book once and never picks it up again.” Kid grabbed a book of the pile next to him, “I mean, come on. Med books? Who’d read these in the first place!” Kid tossed it back onto the floor. “I read them! And study them! If you’ve forgotten I’m a licensed surgeon.”

“Surgeon my ass. The only reason that you’re allowed to do any of your sadistic testings on people is that the people at the hospitals are too afraid to tell you to fuck off!” sparks were flying between the both of them, you needed to end this now. “Will you both stop! Two brothers fighting in one night is enough!” Law turns to you, still simmering in the heat of the moment, “Is that an order, master? Gonna keep telling us what to do?” How could he think that! You would never abuse your power over them. “No, it’s not. But the fighting is getting us nowhere.” The tension in the room is thick, both of them not wanting to let the other have the last word. It soon dissipated as Law decided it was time to get the point of this meeting. “Well… about why Ace hates Sabo. He doesn’t really hate him per se.” Law kept his eye on Kid, who continued to move his things around. “How should I put this… the more alike two people are the more they hate each other?” Kid scoffed, “why don’t you start from the beginning. You’re just gonna confuse her.”

Law crossed his arms, “if you’re so great at telling stories, why don’t you?” Still fighting, really? “Fine, I will. Sit down pee-squeak, I’ll try to make it short.” he patted the spot next to him. Making himself right at home, isn’t he. “You know what we are, right? The seven deadly sins,” He answers his own question, classy. “We only became that after we started to revolt against our father, god”

“Before we became that we were the seven heavenly virtues. Chastity, abstinence, liberality, diligence, patience, kindness, and humility.” Law noticed Kid settling down, deciding that he wasn’t gonna move anymore of his stuff, he sat at his desk. “Ace was the first of us to fully change,” Law continued the story from his new spot, “the civil war in Heaven fueled his anger. It was like a punishment from falling from Heaven. Straying from the path of righteousness,”

“Ace was all rage and frustration when we first got here.”Kid breathed out heavily from beside you. He remembered the bout of anger his brother had. It wasn’t easy to see one’s own family be consumed by such an emotion. There was the hate for the war and towards his brothers. Hate towards himself. Ace couldn’t help it, he was just so angry all the time now. They all had to go through that with him. “We had to keep reassuring him. Teaching him how to cope.” Law rubbed at his face, insomnia finally letting his shoulder droop in tiredness. “Sabo doted on him. He felt guilty for making us fall out of grace.”

“But it wasn’t his fault,” Kid interjected, “we CHOSE to follow. We saw how corrupted it was getting in Heaven too.” you’ve heard from Luffy that it was, but just what was it that made Heaven corrupted? “If you don’t mind me asking, how was it corrupted?”

“That’s a whole other story, sweetheart.” Law said, “short version, there was gonna be a war between Heaven and Hell. Demons were amassing an army, but it’s so hard to be good these days.” Law’s eyes widen as he raises his hands, feigning shock. “Heaven didn’t have many soldiers so they had to get some.”

“A war between Heaven and Hell?”

“Yes, that was with the old king, but rules around here are different. If you can defeat the king you get to rule.” That’s why Shanks is in office right now… erm palace. That also explains why after all this time and fighting, Hell wanted the three realms to get along.

“Ahem,” Kid clears his throat, “back to the story, Sabo doted on Ace. They got close for a while, but soon after we found out Sabo swore his loyalty to Shanks.” Law followed him up, “It wasn’t just that he swore his loyalty to brand new king. It was that he tried to hide it.” That must have made Ace feel betrayed. His loyalty to his father was terminated in such a disastrous way. He wouldn’t have wanted to pledge his loyalty so soon, nor would he have wanted his brothers too. After Ace and Sabo had gotten close, to have the newfound avatar of pride throw his dignity away and swear his loyalty. It must have been a hard blow. One that must have broken Ace’s trust even more. Cracking their bond as brothers. Sabo didn’t just put his pride away for this, he put doubt in the strength the brothers held. This thought must have festered until Ace just found himself hating Sabo.

*Author’s note: I changed how wrath got was birthed or whatever to this to go into more depth. (In truth I forgot about the circumstances of his birth so I decided to just roll with this.) (Later I did find out but decided to keep it this way.) Also, I changed the scene to only envy and avarice because too many characters in one scene make me stressed out.😓*

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thecorteztwins · 5 years ago

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Monsoon Visits Krakoa

Based off my “numerous minor Marvel women hit on Monsoon” comedy fic idea. Apologies if anyone feels their fave was maligned or OOC in this. I tried to mostly keep it to characters so obscure no one would care, but Monet St. Croix did make her fabulous way in, and I can see how one would think this behavior is beneath her. Which I don’t disagree with per se, but just try to take it as the lighthearted fic it is!

"Thank you for the assistance,” said the woman in the barely-there purple...swimsuit? Monsoon wasn’t sure. He just knew that you couldn’t yell things like...like what those men had been saying at her...just because she wore something like that. Even if it made him uncomfortable. Just as it had probably made her even more uncomfortable when said men had followed her into this deserted alley, hence why he had arrived, scaring them off. Yet she seemed...less than thrilled about it. Perhaps she saw his interference as insulting to her own capability? Western women could often be confusing like that, he was frequently unsure what would be offensive or not in their culture. He wanted to be respectful, but it often seemed like the rules were far more individualized here than in India, where--- “But it was uneeded,” she continued, stepping close to him, “Perhaps though, you can make up their loss to me. ” Fantasma traced a purple-nailed finger over his broad chest, “You’re very large and you look healthy. Your morals though are very...human...and while those are not supposed to be genetic, I’d rather not risk those being passed to my children.” “Oh,” he said, relieved but feeling no less awkward about this, “Well, I...wish you the best with your endeavors...” “You can still help with that,” she said, her form beginning to shift, growing larger, purple, clawed, fanged, horned.... “For when they hatch...they will need food...” And that was his cue to fly away. *** “Oh monsieur,” said the French Canadian mutant woman known as Murmur as she fell (more than a little deliberately) into Monsoon’s arms, “You ‘ave no idea my gratitude---not just for your rescue, but for ze touch of a man! You see, my powers, zey can only work by touch, so ze brutes here, they employed only robots to guard me!” “Oh,” said Monsoon, a little cautiously as he found himself carrying her, ”What are your powers, exactly?” ”I can make anyone anyzhing I zay,” breathed Murmur, staring into his eyes with a significant, sultry gaze, then whispered in his ear with sensual emphasis, ”Anyzhing.” Then, giggling and drawing back, she continued, “But ‘ave no worries, mon hero Monsoon, I shall not use it against you---- for I am sure that zhere is nothing I could make you do to me that you do not already want to, non?” Monsoon decided to call her a cab to the nearest Krakoa portal instead of carrying her. *** Speaking of Krakoa, Monsoon didn’t want to go there himself. He didn’t like the idea of it at all. Xavier’s ideals had been far too radical for his tastes to begin with, claiming to stand for peace and unity while cloistering a secret army of mutant soldiers away, training children to become the mutant police. And Magneto, well, he was even worse! He was half the reason there needed to BE mutant police! And now they were separating themselves on to an island, with some of the worst villains among their kind helping to RUN it! No, Monsoon wanted no part of it. Haven had made good arguments to him on why it was a good thing or at least not a bad thing or an unneeded one, but Monsoon didn’t like it and he didn’t want to be a part of it. But some of the mutant children under Haven’s care DID want to be a part of it. Monsoon said they were too young to see the danger, to see that the people running it ranged from misled radicals to literal monsters, to understand they’d be living alongside a great many criminals who had harmed others for fun and profit. But Haven had said that the children should have a choice where they lived. She believed Krakoa COULD be safe. She just also, for all her good points made about why a mutant-only land could be a good thing, had misgivings about just blindly sending the children there. She wanted to give them agency---but she also had to make sure that the options being given to them were safe. Monsoon agreed more than wholeheartedly, and had very literally leaped (into the sky, specifically, to fly to the nearest portal) at the idea of going to the island to visit the kids and snoop around, talk to the residents, get a feel for the place and how it was run...and who was running it. As soon as he stepped out of the portal, he was greeted by two women, a blonde who introduced herself as Phantazia and a redhead who said her name was Dragoness, probably due to the mechanical wings she sported. Both he recognized as former terrorists; Phantazia had been a member of the Brotherhood, Dragoness from the Mutant Liberation Front. Not the people Monsoon wanted to have much to do with...but then, investigating their sort was why he was here. After they put him through security checks, he started asking questions. Phantazia was fairly open to it, with a professional though not friendly demeanor, while Dragoness was...none of the above. ”What is your deal, buddy?!” the latter demanded, “Do you want to live here or not?!” ”I do not,” said Monsoon flatly, “But the children my sister is charged with are--” ”Then why are we wasting our time with you?!” Dragonness cut him off, tossing his paperwork from Phantazia’s clipboard. ”Because I don’t believe this place is safe!” Monsoon bellowed back. ”Then why are you--” ZAP! Phantazia let loose a burst of her electromagnetic energy. She didn’t touch either Monsoon or Dragoness with it, she just made the noise. ”Knock it off, you two!” she barked, “Whatever his reasons for being here, so long as he’s a mutant and not going to cause trouble, he’s got the right to ask anything he wants. If you don’t want to do your job and help, Tamara, you can leave! Mr. Dastoor, I’ll go over everything with you til you’re satisfied, but you MUST remain calm and polite, understand?” Dragoness flew off in a huff, and Phantazia looked pleased. ”Alright now,” she said, turning back to Monsoon, ”Now that she’s out of the picture...as I was saying...we should go over everything...to your satisfaction...” Monsoon did not catch the meaning of her tone...at first, anyway. Five minutes later, he was running off in the opposite direction at random into the wilds of Krakoa...right into where Dragoness had gone, nearly bumping into her. ”Hey! Watch it!” she snarled, her hands crackling with bio-electric bursts ready to fire, ”What?! You again?! You wanna tangle, buddy?! You wanna fight?!” ”No, no!” Monsoon placed his hands up in apology, “I am sorry, I did not mean to do that--I was not watching where I was---” ”Clearly!” she yelled, hurling one of the blasts at him. Caught off guard, he was struck full in the chest, and knocked flat on his back in the mud. He didn’t want to fight her, to commit needless violence over little more than wounded pride, his sister had brought him up better than that and he was representing her here, so he lay still for a moment deciding what to do that wouldn’t set her off again. It seems he waited too long, however, as Dragoness strutted over to him and planted a boot on his chest. ”You know,” she purred smugly, “I think I like you better from this angle...say, look how dirty you got...you’re gonna need to clean up...how does a nice long hot shower sound?” ”Er...I would much appreciate that, ma’am,” said Monsoon, a bit hesitant and confused. He would appreciate it, but he wasn’t sure what to make of her change in tone and demeanor. She sounded like...like... Oh no. He realized...she sounded like Phantazia had. And Murmur. And, to a point, Fantasma. He began trying to wriggle out from under her foot. ”Hey! Where you going big boy?!” Dragoness called after him as he scampered away into the bushes in a very undignified way. Undignified...but unmolested. *** He reached a visitors area that had a bathroom, where he was allowed to shower and swap his muddy clothes for clean ones. The bath station attendant was a woman named Lorelei---evident by how she referred to herself only in the third person---and she didn’t seem to speak English well, using a broken, childish syntax. But they communicated just fine all the same. ”Lorelei help?” she asked, as she handed him a towel and bath supplies before he headed to the showers. ”Yes, you have been very helpful,” Monsoon said, “Thank you very much, Lorelei.” ”Lorelei help soon.” ”Yes, see you soon,” he understood that was a common American way of saying goodbye. But it seemed she’d meant it a little more...literally. As he’d been washing his hair, the curtain was pulled aside, and there stood Loreleil. Completely naked. ”Lorelei help?” she said, picking up a sponge. Monsoon tore out of there, grabbing the new set of clothes on the way out. *** “Of course it is safe,” Monet St. Croix said in a dismissive tut-tut tone to Monsoon as they toured one of the residential areas, “You think I would bring my precious little sisters here if it were not?” “That was why I wanted to ask you,” said Monsoon, as the aforementioned little sisters ran around his legs, “Since you have children.” “I also have a brother. An older brother. An evil older brother who feeds on other mutants and who is ALSO on this island. If I thought for ONE moment that he could EVER even POSSIBLY get to myself or my sisters, I would fly us all halfway around the world in the blink of an eye, monsieur. I am INSULTED you even have to ASK.” “I...I see,” said Monsoon, not having expected so fiery a response, despite his own temper being similarly hot, especially when it came to his own temper. “I should hope so,” she huffed, “But...since your intentions were good, I am prepared to forgive you. What say we go somewhere Nicole and Claudette shall not bother us? Somewhere...private?” That was when he realized she had started unzipping the top of her costume. “I...er...I must converse with others, ma’am, thank you!” he said, and raised himself aloft on the winds. Thankfully, even though he was in the air, it was still beneath Monet St. Croix to follow. *** From overhead, he sighted a serene-looking glade, brilliantly green grass and foliage surrounding a clear blue natural pool, and he descended. As he touched down near the pool’s edge, a woman’s voice greeted him, and he turned to see in the shadow of a large bush, a blonde in a dark costume that had not been visible from above due to the trees. “Hello there. Thank you for joining me. I hope it doesn’t disappoint you to find someone else here---I know it’s the sort of place people go to be alone, but I never like being ENTIRELY alone. I just don’t like crowds either.” Her name was Darkstar, and, as someone raised with a few other---but not many---mutant peers in a Soviet “school” that was in fact a state facility, then went on to a lifetime of serving on mostly-Russian superhero teams, she indeed wasn’t used to either crowds or solitude. She always had at least two other teammates with her...but never a great number either, like on Krakoa, where there were no more “teams”, where all mutants were one. It reminded her of home, in that way, though when she said that to others, it was taken as a criticism. They introduced themselves, Monsoon a bit cautious, but she didn’t throw herself at him or start taking off her clothes, and it turned out she was nice. She was even receptive when he brought up his issues with Krakoa and how it was run. “But speaking of that,” she said, after listening, and even agreeing with some points, “I am a resident of Krakoa. And as a member of this state...I abide by its laws. Currently, we are being encouraged to...to breed. I realize this is quite forward, but I was wondering if you might---” And Monsoon had shot into the air and zoomed away before Laynia “Darkstar” Petrovna could even finish asking him if she could get his opinion as a man on the outfits she was considering for her date tonight *** “Oh wow,” said a blonde barely out of her teens as he landed among a crowd of mutants near her, “Looks like it’s my lucky day. But then, it always is, for the likes of me, Roulette! And you’re about to get even luckier, stranger!” Aaaaand he was in the air again. *** Monsoon very carefully selected the next people he spoke to---namely, he ensured they were MEN. They were also villains. He’d never heard of Shinobi Shaw, but he knew Fabian Cortez, he had been in the news as the terrorist who temporarily took over Genosha, around the same time Radha had been a...Monsoon still didn’t like to think of his sister as a villain. It didn’t count! It wasn’t her fault! And of course, Radha being Radha, she said that just as no one had known her real story, her real situation, they shouldn’t assume that others didn’t have such stories of their own, but...he doubted it. Especially within three minutes of speaking to these two. But the fact they were clearly slimy, self-centered, self-important hedonists who were NOTHING like his sister meant they were probably the best people to talk to, because they were the sorts of people he was worried about. ...of course, increasingly he was wondering why, as he wasn’t sure these two seemed competent enough to actually be dangerous. ”I see,” he said stiffly once he felt he’d found out all he needed or could from this pair, and wanting to get away from them as swiftly as possible. He was starting to feel he needed another shower. But what he actually needed was clothing. He really didn’t want to go home in the...uniform, for lack of a better word, that Lorelei had provided him with. It seemed that, along with human languages and other cultural mores, the mutants of Krakoa wished to do away with human manners of dress. But Shinobi Shaw was still dressing like a...well, not how Monsoon would dress, but like SOME people in the rest of the world would. He felt like Radha might like his style though; lots of purple and gold. ”Thank you both immensely for your help, I appreciate your time and patience with me. I have but one more question to trouble you with.” ”If you must,” Fabian sighed as though this were an exhausting ordeal that he was a saint for indulging. ”Shoot, stud,” said Shinobi, twirling a lock of his hair around one gloved fingers. ”I wish to procure clothing that is not a....a skinsuit,” Monsoon said, gesturing to the one he wore. ”Understandable,” said Fabian in a gently lofty and patronizing tone, “Not all of us look as good in them as I.” ”But since Aloba here does and then some, I’m reluctant to ruin the view,” Shinobi returned, “Still, if you’re looking for anything to do with textiles....Skein is who you want to talk to.” ”Skein?” Monsoon asked, his tone revealing his familiarity with the name. ”You know her?” said Fabian, “Ah, I apologize to you for how much she’s doubtlessly RAVED about me to you. She’s hopelessly---” ”Down the street, third home on the left,” Shinobi cut him off, “Don’t let this bozo come with, or he’ll distract her entirely.” ”It’s true,” Fabian smirked, “She just can’t keep her mind on work when I’m around.” As Monsoon left, he was fairly sure he saw Shinobi’s eyes roll at the ginger’s last comment. *** Monsoon was, understandably, cautious as he entered Skein’s abode and made his request. ”Basic salwar kameez?” she replied, “Yeah, I can whip that right up. Just give me what you’re wearing now and I’ll re-arrange the fabric.” ”But, ah...this is all I have here...” Monsoon said nervously. ”Wait in my room,” Skein said. ”I...would prefer not to.” ”Look, I’m not gonna come in and molest you, just hang out with your thang out for a few minutes and I’ll pass you back your fancy new suit, k?” ”You’re...not?” Monsoon asked. Skein raised her eyebrows. She’d been joking around. But this guy seemed sincerely relieved. “Nah. You’re too much of a hardbody for me, big boy. But tell your sister I said hi.” Monsoon said he would, unaware of the implication there. Just as Haven would be later when he told her. *** As Monsoon stepped out of the Krakoa portal, he very nearly knocked over...oh no...an attractive, scantily clad woman. ”Hey, watch it buddy, I’m walking here!” she cawed at him. Ah, he’d emerged in New York. Heidi P. Franklin aka Pretty Persuasions regarded him. She in fact had NOT been walking by, but waiting outside the portal, hoping for someone to come out who could get her in. Heidi was NOT a mutant, having gained her powers through being experimented on instead, but she WAS a partier...and Krakoa sounded like one HOT party, if the rumors were to be believed. ”Hey, I know how you can make it up to me,” she purred, and Monsoon winced. He knew THAT tone by now. Pushing herself up against him, she continued, “Get me into Krakoa, big boy.” ”I wouldn’t know how,” he said, trying to push her away as gently as possible without actually touching her, “If the portal will not let you through, then there is nothing I can---” ”Oh come on now...for me?” All of a sudden he felt...aroused. More than the natural animal reaction he’d had to other women; that had been buried under his embarrassment and his personal values and his spiritual choice to abstain before marriage...this, this was stronger, clouding his mind, making him want to do...not just do her, but do anything she wanted him to. Anything. This was too far. The other women had said things. Some had even touched him. But this woman was manipulating his mind, his body, touching him from within, making him--- She grabbed his crotch. “NO!” he shoved her away, driven too far at last, a blast of wind carrying her even farther than his heavy shove had. He was momentarily horrified---but, as he saw her getting to her feet, he was not regretful. He was also not sticking around. *** ”Well?” Haven asked him when he returned, “What did you discover.” ”It, er...might not be safe for children,” he said, ”But it is definitely not safe for adults.” END

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starfaring-princelotor · 6 years ago

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Originally posted by picturesoflotoreveryday.

Moon Flower

Summary: Young Prince Lotor discovers a field of moon flowers and meets his first friend.

Pairings: Lotor x Half-GalraF!Reader

★ Disclaimer: I do not ship Lotura and I respectfully ask that this story to not be tagged as Lotura. This is a Lotor x Reader/Self-Insert OC story which is in no way related to Allura at all. Please be respectful of my chosen pairing. ★

Warnings: Mentions of half-breeds, cliché romance trope, childhood friends to lovers, awkward teenage hormones, first kiss, ooc kinda?

Foo Fighters - Everlong

Part One___Part Two___Part Three

Extinction (Bad Ending)___ The Giving Tree___Moonlight Path

Evolution (Good Ending)___Breaking the Ice ___For My Family___Priorities

Lotor peeked from behind the tree meekly, small claws digging into the wood in slight nervousness. It was night time and little Lotor, ever the curious Galra, had slipped out the castle walls to explore what laid beyond. His parents wouldn’t know, at least, they shouldn’t. They probably thought he snuck out to the quartberry orchards to indulge his appetite, when in actuality, he ran to a different, more private, field. He discovered it, so it was HIS. It was his secret hide-out.

But, as his wide-eyed self scanned the flowers blooming in the expansive meadow, he saw that there was an intruder. Someone else was here, but he was unsure how to...chase this trespasser out. So for now, he just watched you cautiously, watched how you plucked the flower and sniffed it. Watched you flump back on the ground, arms and legs splayed out as if embracing the starry sky.

He let out a gasp when he watched you eat the flower.

His flowers!

Your ears twitched at the new sound and you turned your attention right in his direction. Lotor let out a small “eep!” then completely hid himself. If he can’t see you, then you can’t see him, right? Though, that young mind of his did not help in this situation at all. Little Lotor didn’t even hear you sneak up on him or the rush of footsteps dig into the dirt while you ran across the field.

“Hey! Who’re you?”

Lotor stumbled back when your face popped up barely an inch in front of him. He let out an indignant noise, something between a yelp and awkward stuttering, then took a large step back. Large in accordance to his smallish legs. Your eyes, big and inquisitive, blinked owlishly at this guy, this anxious, white-haired guy who couldn’t have been any older than you. Slowly, a smile grew on your lips.

A new friend!

“I’m-”

“Lotor. I’m Prince Lotor!” he interrupted, summoning what little courage he could after the shock of having YOU surprise him wore off.

“Lotor, huh?” you poked his side and he pouted, “Wanna play hide and seek with me?”

Little Lotor was...speechless. You took his silence as a yes, grabbed his hand, then dragged him to the field of moon flowers.

“I can’t reach it!”

“Um, it’s because you are short.”

You let out an indignant huff then shoved his shoulder, but all Lotor did was giggle in mischief. Tonight, the two of you had gone to the quartberry orchards after you complained to him that you were hungry. Of course, his little tummy had rumbled too, and he figured some ripe berries were perfect for dinner. Or dessert, seeing as it was very late in the night. You attempted to jump up and snag a bushel of berries, but Lotor was right. You were...tiny.

“Well, how do YOU get them then, huh?” you crossed your arms, sticking your lower lip out in defiance.

“Like this, watch,” his little legs tap tap tap to the tree and he glanced back, “Are you watching?”

Lotor scooted closer to the base then looked down at his hands. He knew how to get those berries easy-peasy. Concentrating with his tongue sticking out, he grunted for a few seconds before...pop! His claws came out! With a triumphant grin, he dug his nails into the wood and started to climb, scaling the trunk like he has done several times before. You let out an awed “Oooh” as he finally perched himself at the lowest branch.

Then, he started eating the closest bushel he could find, figuring it was a good...self reward for his hard work.

“Hey! That’s not fair! How come I don’t got those?” you sadly looked down at your own hands, wondering when you would get some gnarly, cool claws like Lotor.

With berry juice smeared on his lips, baby cheeks in full chipmunk mode, Lotor blinked down at you. Maybe you didn’t know how to get your pointy nails out yet? Either way, that sad, puppy look on your face made him frown, too. He cut a few berry vines, making sure he had enough for the both of you, then dangled it over your head. It was your big, doe eyes and sudden happy smile that made Lotor grin back.

“Here, catch them, okay?” he dropped one, two, six, and you managed to save each of them.

“Thanks, Lotor!” you stuffed a handful of berries in your mouth while he climbed down the tree, both of you sitting on the grass together, “You’re the best!”

Lotor smiled with his little kitten fangs showing.

“Ah! When can I get those, too?”

Tick. Tck.

“Psst...Lotor...wake up, I know you’re in there…”

Tick.

Lotor sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. It was so, so late at night, but he knew exactly who was throwing rocks at his balcony window. It was a habit with you, now. Though, even in his drowsiness, a happy smile crept on his lips. He shuffled out of bed quickly then silently opened the large glass doors...only to be pegged in the face with a tiny pebble. He let out that same sputtering when he first met you those few years ago, before looking over the edge.

Your expression instantly lit up when your friend’s face peered down at you, “Were you sleepin’?”

“No,” he lied, but you knew he was just joking around, “But I am sure my parents are.”

“Pssh, c’mon, Lotor,” you motioned him to come down, “Let’s go to the fields again. They won’t know. Besides, didn’t you say you got tomorrow off from studies or something?”

It was true. Dayak has started teaching him all about Galra history, Galra traditions, and while he enjoyed it, Lotor often found himself thinking about spending time outside the desk. Outside with his friend, in that field, playing tag and hide and seek and wrestling and eating and napping. Kid stuff that invaded his thoughts more and more the longer he was stuck behind a book.

Plus, he liked sharing his knowledge with you under the full moon.

“Sounds logical to me,” he nodded, already climbing over the metal border, “Very well. Catch me.”

“W-wai-Lotor, no-”

It took all your willpower, and his, to not laugh too loud when his lanky body crashed on top of you in a tangle of limbs.

Lately, Lotor has been feeling a little too warm. A fever, he thought, but that wouldn’t stop him from sneaking out and continuing your night-time shenanigans. Besides, if he was late, if he didn’t arrive on time, you would have the benefit of pouncing on him in a surprise attack. And Lotor certainly couldn’t let you get the best of him, now could he? It filled him with smug satisfaction every time he managed to pin YOU down first.

He tied up his hair quickly, since last time you almost won by yanking it too hard, then stealthily crept through the woods. The field came in view and there you were, humming innocently and plucking his precious flowers, completely oblivious to your surroundings. So safe. Our private little haven. Lotor crouched lowly and when you turned your head, you only had a split second to see him out of the corner of your eyes before he lunged at you with the speed of a hungry panther.

You had a moon flower in your mouth and you couldn’t even get a word out when Lotor roughly tumbled with you. Still, that didn’t mean you gave up so easily! You wrestled back, rolling and grunting, trying to get the upper hand on the larger teen, but his damn claws were great weapons to latch onto anything he wanted. Mainly, your shoulder since his hips were strong enough on their own to hold you down.

Spitting grass out of your mouth, you let out a groan and laughed, “Okay, okay, I concede! I yield!”

You couldn’t see Lotor’s cocky grin from behind you, but you could hear it in his damn voice, “What is the score? 54 to 21? You must try harder next time, dear.”

“Hey, hey, it’s 54 to 22! Give me some credit here,” you corrected, arms starting to ache as they twisted behind you in his strong hold, “But, y’know, who’s keeping count?”

Lotor chuckled in amusement, but it slowly died down when his nose...tickled. He has been in these fields so many times, he had already gotten used to the smell of moon flowers wafting in the night. It covered you and him, but this scent, it was different, it was spicy. He hooded his eyes and leaned down towards your neck, following his nose and disregarding that this was some odd instinct going on within his body.

He dug his face into your hair and fully closed his eyes, then he sniffed you. Not discreetly at all.

“Lotor? Lotor, you weirdo, did you just sniff me?”

Your voice snapped him out of his intoxicated state, but that scent was already burned into his mind. It was you, that spice came from you. It made him feel much too warm now. That, and he was thoroughly embarrassed he was caught doing something weird, something no Prince should ever do. Lotor released his grasp on you and backed off your body, letting you sit up and face him. His face flushed a cute wine color and his eyes, stars, he couldn’t look at you after that. Shameful, what was he thinking?

Then, you laughed, that carefree laugh, and all the worries mixing in his stomach disappeared.

Lotor’s eyes widened, blush still very prominent on his cheeks, then you tackled him suddenly. Surprise attack, indeed. He let out an “oof!” as you laid on top of him and his arms hugged you in comfortable familiarity. The way you were laying on him with the glow of the moon lighting up your face had a new feeling beat in his heart. He had thought his sniffing would’ve truly weirded you out.

Though, you proved that you were just as weird as he was when you dug your face into the side of his neck and sniffed him too. He was stunned, even more shocked when he could feel you smile against his warm skin. You...liked this? Of course you did. Why would something like sniffing push you two apart? Lotor was a fool to think you would run away over something so trivial. Two half-breeds, sniffing each other.

“You smell good, like,” you paused, hummed, “Like...lavender. Lilac? Forget-me-nots?”

Lotor could get used to this welcoming feeling blooming in his chest.

“And you’re really, really warm. Let’s sleep out here tonight.”

“Damn, that’s...that’s a lot.”

Lotor blanched at you, perhaps pouting just a bit, at your bluntness. Your face was super close to his, examining each and every swollen pimple on his sharp features. Not one, not two, but four. All in the most unfortunate of places, too. His nose, his chin, forehead, and his left cheek. You hummed deep in thought and slowly raised a finger, intending to...poke them. It was fascinating.

Well, fascinating to YOU.

“Oh, shut up, I can not believe I have so many,” Lotor’s complexion was one thing he carefully maintained and to have these abominations pop up overnight greatly knocked down his ego.

To him, it was downright embarrassing, if not a little painful. The second your finger was within half an inch of his pimple, Lotor’s hand came up and clamped around your wrist. Firmly. Now, you couldn’t satisfy your curiosity. Already sensing your other hand rising up, he caught that one in his hold, too. You squirmed in your restraint, though you had no luck breaking free. It was now that Lotor took a chance to truly just...stare at you.

Did your lashes always look so long and full?

“It’s okay, Lotor! They’re like, uh...comets! Yeah, they landed on your face,” you joked, to which he only rolled his eyes, “Little fallen stars, y’know? Let’s draw them together and make a constellation!”

“Absolutely NOT!”

You laughed out loud, not one so easily to give up, even if he said no. Arms and hands wiggling, Lotor had a hard time keeping you locked by the wrists, but you finally broke free. Immediately your fingers pinched both of his cheeks playfully, then stretched them here and there. Can I call you comet face from now on? If possible, his pouty lips only grew more in the light of such a humiliating nickname.

Lotor was getting older and taller than you, much to your playful complaints. That heat didn’t completely disappear, but now it was more manageable. It didn’t impede his studies or anything like that. It didn’t wedge an awkwardness between you two, which he was eternally grateful for. Under the pressure of his father and mother, of Dayak, of his duties as a Prince, he was glad he could steal little moments of freedom with you.

Like now. Your body was curled into his side, you are so squishy, while his hand laid loosely on your hip. Lotor was comfortable, he wasn’t a Prince with you. He was just that same anxious kid those many years ago. No, actually. Lotor likes to think he has grown into someone you could proudly call his childhood friend. Or perhaps...maybe something more than friend.

“Open,” he demanded and you did, your mouth parting while he fed you the apple held in his hand.

“Lotor,” you started, staring at the sky that was puffy with heavy clouds, “I think it’s gonna rain soon. We should get you back before you get soaked. I know how much you hate it when your hair frizzes.”

No, he didn’t want this to end. The night just started! Lotor took a bite out of the fruit then chewed silently, debating on what to do with you. On one hand, yes, he did hate how the humidity puffed up his hair in a what you call an “adorable cotton-headed grape.” On the other hand, you would leave his hold, which was already the worst option in his mind.

“Come stay with me tonight,” he heard you stop chewing and he pressed his cheek against the top of your head, “You hate the rain too, do you not?”

Yes, you did. Wet, cold, soggy. Loud and the storms on Daibazaal lasted much too long for your liking. And the lightning and thunder. You cuddled more against Lotor just thinking about it. His offer was so tempting, though. And when you looked up at him, saw that smile of his, saw that firm caring side reflect his cosmic eyes, you couldn’t say no. Just tonight, just this once.

“As Prince, I have control of who stay-”

“Uh-uh. No. You don’t get to use that title with me, you nerd,” you teased and his eyes lit up at your challenging words, “You said your name was Lotor. Lo-tor. Before you said Prince.”

And that’s how you’ve been calling him since you two met.

On the way back to his balcony, it had begun raining, and it pushed the both of you to start running. His hand was tightly wound with yours as the night sky flashed lightning at your heels, but you two...you were laughing at the circumstances. See? Told ya so. Luckily, it was so loud in the storm, neither of you worried about being caught scaling up to his room or making too much noise.

Under the awning, both Lotor and yourself were soaked to the bone. After the laughter died down, you two simply stood facing each other, taking in each other’s appearance. His hair was limp now, just like your mop, and his hands were still latched onto yours. Lotor was tethering you to him and he found that, well, he didn’t want to let go. Not yet. The door could wait. He wanted to stare at you a bit more, let that warmth rise over his body pleasantly. Judging by the adoring look in your eyes, he guessed you felt it too.

His heart nearly burst from his chest when you brought his hands up to cup your face, allowing him to hold what he deemed the moon of his life. Lotor wasn’t that nervous kid anymore. Never again, not when your eyes shined up at him like those nights you would gaze upon the distant galaxies. Like those nights when the both of you spotted a shooting star whizzing through the dark sky.

Lotor leaned down, pulled you to his body, and kissed you gently with all the heat and passion he could muster.

He heard the distant chime of bells ringing in his head when his eyes slid close in pure bliss.

“Let us review your alphabet in Ta’kivy.”

Like clockwork, Lotor automatically began speaking words along with every letter Dayak announced. His mind unconsciously, yet perfectly, nuanced each of them all in proper order, not once missing a beat. She was proud of him, nodding in approval as her pupil continued to impress her. He will make a fine Emperor one day. That is, until he said your name.

Lotor knew instantly he made a mistake. He gulped as nervousness spiked in his arms, all the way up to his chest, and his eyes widened in...panic.

“What was that?” Dayak asked, narrowing her eyes at the Prince’s reaction.

He quickly scrambled his brain for the correct word, the one that would hopefully deter Dayak from any suspicions she had in him. If you were found out, his father, his mother, they would no doubt banish you. Or worse. Lotor knew for a while now that a Prince was not meant to socialize with half-breeds, even though he, himself, was one. He knew the implications it could lead to and how grave it would be for you.

And that struck fear straight into his soul.

#lotor x reader #lotor #spacestories #possible ooc #depending on how you view lotor #cliche romance trope #childhood friends to lovers #lotor x f!reader #let lotor have a friend!#let lotor have a semi normal childhood!!!!#slams fist on table #let lotor love!!!!!!

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rookieskrp · 7 years ago

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RK’S FOURTH BIRTHDAY CELEBRATIONS CONCLUDE

What better way to celebrate four years of Rookies than with a bit of a makeover, right? Yes, those of you that noticed the change in icon and/or that the main was private for about an hour probably guessed it. Check out our lovely new theme, courtesy of the amazing Mod Razel! Those of you that were around in December 2013 may feel a little familiarity in some of the graphics, because this theme drew inspiration from the first theme Rookies ever had. The new acceptance graphics will kick in next week, so please look forward to it! Pardon our dust as we clean everything up and apply the necessary changes to our numerous sideblogs, too. We had intentions of getting all of this finished yesterday at the end of the queue, but what can we say, sometimes high quality work takes a little bit more time!! We hope it was well worth the wait.

To conclude the celebrations of this incredible landmark, we, your staff team, wanted to share our feelings on all of this beyond just a blanket announcement-- in a little more of a personal way. We always enjoy reading all the posts from you guys when you reach an important benchmark on your characters, be it a year anniversary, a certain number of posts, or more, so this is our version of that as mods. If this compels you to embrace your feelings of nostalgia and fondness, feel free to make an OOC post to let it out. We’d love to hear what this anniversary means to you! Tag any relevant posts as #rkfourth so we can see them all. If you’re inspired to make graphics or start any other projects, too, feel free to! Now, onward with our feelings!!

bianca:

the fact i'm writing this right now is pretty surreal (especially since i forgot about it and had to do it while lying in bed ready to sleep). i was one of the last additions to the admod team and sometimes i still need to stop and think about it to remember that actually happened. i had been a member of rookies for less than a year when i was given the chance to become a mod and even if at first i wasn't sure if i was ready for the job i'm glad i took it! rookies has become something close to a second home to me and i often find myself choosing to write something instead of studying for an exam. during my time here i actually graduated from high school and got into an university which sounds crazy to me!! now debuts are happening and i can't wait to see what more this rp has in store for us. i truly do hope rookies continues going for many more years and that i can help it grow into something even better that can bring joy to whoever wants to join us (or is already part of the family)! watch out for events and see you next year, rookies!

razel:

ahhhhhh it’s already rookies fourth birthday *wipes tears* y’all grow up so fast i can’t believe we’re here four years later and rookies is still as alive and accommodating as it had began. i just want to thank the original admin team, julie and jaiden, for bringing to life a roleplay that’s both brought happiness and excitation for many of our muns. shoutout to piper for doing her absolute 100% best taking over and giving us a foundation to continue on after her leave. my fellow mod team who are literally THE BEST team y’all could ask for in running a roleplay. BUT ALSO who could forget our beautiful muns and muses we’ve seen come and go (as well as who are still here) without your participation, anticipation and love for rookies — none of this could really be possible. thank you for being so patient and hope everyone is excited for the future of rookies and the expectations of debuts in the new year! (i think we can all say this was a long time coming and i’m happy for those who have overcome this wait with us! rookies has always been my home away from home. from the very start, back in 2013, i had already known it would be hard to leave this place behind. with the countless muses i’ve created, rkqri has made a deep impression in my heart with her relationships as well as her development in the rk-verse. i honestly don’t know what i would have done without her or rookies to distract me from the stress irl had on me. it’s been my safe haven since 2013 until now and i’m happy to continue being here to see it til the very end! aghhhh i’m getting emotional but i’m super happy for rookies, it’s fourth birthday and for all the muses and muns who are still here and have made rookies their home as well. i Love ya, rookies 💓

sera:

hello, it’s your bandaid mod here! i still remember when i first joined rookies when shannen (former rkmyung) brought me over during the mgas2 season. i thought this place was amazing then (my first tumblr rp!) and i still think - despite the ups and downs i’ve felt as a member - that this place is incredible for lasting as long as it has! i’m beyond grateful to the current head mods for hiring me on within the last year because it was definitely a leap of faith on their part!! it’s even more of an honor to get to work on debut tier along with mod kyle (how y’all gonna trust me with these big tasks idk???) so i just want to say... thanks!!! to everyone for making the rookies community as fun, as stressful, and as rewarding as it is. i love it here more than i can possibly express. i’ll keep working hard as your mod from now on and as hyeri & joohyun for as long as i can! ♡

kyle:

Happy Birthday, Rookies! As a lot of you know, I’ve been here since the first day Rookies opened, four years ago! I’ve really enjoyed my time here and the opportunities I’ve had to bring my muses to life and to write with so many talented people over the years. I just want to say that Rookies has been a major part of my life for a long time now and I’m very grateful for that.

Over four years, I’ve played several characters, though probably Taeyeon is the one I’m best known for, having played her for every single day of the four years I’ve been here! My other two current muses are Seulgi and Sejeong, and I’m quite happy with how both of them have progressed so far! I’ve also played the actress Kim Jiwon, After School’s Lizzy, GFriend’s Yerin (who became Seulgi), APink’s Eunji, & Pristin’s Minkyung. I’ve enjoyed writing with all of you that I’ve had the chance to and even if I haven’t, I’ve enjoyed seeing you all here over the years, building your own characters in this world we share.

We have a lot more coming up in the future of Rookies, including debuts! (Finally, I know some of you are saying, myself included lol) I just want to say thank you for all of you that have been here, no matter how long or short of a time you’ve been here. Rookies is an amazing rpbecause of each and every one of you that takes the courage to put your writing out there. So really and truly, thank you for being here and sharing your lives, and your muses lives, with us. Here’s to more fantastic times in the future!

The only advice anybody can give is, if you wanna be a writer, keep writing. And read all you can, read everything. – Stan Lee

mira:

i remember feeling both excited and super nervous while writing my app to become a mod for rookies over two years ago - those who were close to me at the time can confirm that i wrote about six different versions for it, and ended up changing to a seventh one last minute because i STILL wasn't sure of what to send! i also remember the day mama piper told me she picked me as events mod as one of the happiest days of my life; i love her and rookies more than i can explain in this tiny little message and it means the world to me to have been chosen into such an important and special role in it. i know i've been lacking in my job and i would like to take the chance to apologize to all my members for being absent. i would also like to thank everyone for letting me be here and helping me grow both as a mod and as a person. please, know this: if i haven't been around as much as i should have, it's because i now finally have the strength and courage to take care of myself properly. i have accomplished many, many things this past year, and i know that i couldn't have done it without all that i've learned while being your events mod and your head of development. rookies is a part of me that i dearly love, and i promise i won't ever give up on it. it's not everyday you get to be a staff member of a rp that shares your own birthday, after all. ♡

carly:

i really honestly can’t believe rookies has been around for four years (people have entered and graduated HIGH SCHOOL in the time rookies has been open!!) but at the same time, i can. rookies always seemed like a special rp, and once it got through the original bumps, i’m really glad nothing stopped it. i think the most unbelievable thing is that i’m here, talking about this as a mod (admin???) those of you that have been around for a while have heard the story before. i joined rookies a few days before christmas 2013, and i was so overwhelmed by everything-- back then, my health was even worse than it is now, and i had no idea that i even had lyme disease, i was just sick allll the time. i thought for sure i would end up dropping in the first two weeks. i don’t actually remember how or why i stuck around, but by february, i was really invested and attached. over time, i started reading and liking every solo and sns post anyone ever posted, and kept up with what was going on in the lives of all of the characters here (i was inspired by our now former admin piper, who did the same thing before i did!) and i’m sure that’s what got me my dash mod job at the end of 2015. in my mod app, i said “i love rookies and rookies has helped me so much in the near two years i’ve been here, so i’d love to give back even half as much as i’ve gotten from it,“ and i think that sums up why i became a mod really well. rookies has been here for me when i didn’t know what all of my health issues were, when i got my diagnosis of lyme disease, and through all of the (continuing) ups and downs of treatment for it, and i can’t honestly express enough how wonderful it’s been for me to always count on rookies to be here as a creative outlet, and something to enjoy, and to always count on you all for your support. i like to think in the two years i’ve been a mod, that i’ve done a good job of giving back some of what i’ve gotten from rookies, though i think i still have some work to do before i reach giving back half as much, because you guys are always giving a lot to me every day, too. i should probably cut myself off before this gets EVEN LONGER so all the other mods can talk too (joke’s on you carly your message is so long that it got moved to the end) but i feel really blessed to be here in this exact moment, with the exact role i’ve had. i hope that my being a mod has made rookies a bit better of a place, and that your lives have been a little brighter because of it. thank you all for talking to me about your muses, and trusting me to sort out things that bother you, for choosing to spend your time and energy here, and for helping me learn and grow into a better person every day. in good times and bad, rookies has always been some of the good for me. i love you all dearly and i’ll keep working to make rookies a place you can enjoy for an even longer time ♡♡♡

#rkannouncement #rkfourth

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julystorms · 7 years ago

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(not to go into to much detail but i myself am a victim of sexual harrassement which is why i have even less patience than before for this kind of content. But i'll keep your advice in mind, sorry for this here long post)i agree wholeheartedly that there are bad het/gay ships that makes me want to puke, like virion/cherche noire/laurent gerome/inigo ESPECIALLY rinkah/jakob my god. those 2 ships were the first to come in my mind, and of course nothing is 100 perfect but my main issue is that it

doesnt take that much morality to make your gay characters not predetory nor should such beheviour be handwaved with an apology. It comes across as fetishizing to me when all it takes is for 2 people of the same gender to be a perfect couple when back then the fandom went from dispising male flirts simply sweet talking to sugarcoating soleils sexual harrasment of other women. Which is bizarre to me when there are tons of great interactions between 2 people of the same gender in fe main one beingbeing kagero/orochi seeing no reason to praise soleil and even then i doubt that most people ship kagero and orochi because of their interactions, Lot of the time there are more people that wanna jack off to gays/lesbians which disgusts me beyond words.

No worries about the long message. I don’t mind!

Like I said, I totally get where you’re coming from, and I suspected you weren’t harping on f/f ships in particular on purpose; it’s just something to keep in mind when you present a criticism: sometimes being vague is better to avoid writing yourself into a corner. I dislike all of the ships you’ve mentioned proobably for the same reason(s) you do, minus one: I haven’t read Noire and Laurent’s supports--and now I’m afraid to.

And I agree completely that it doesn’t take that much effort to create representation for people that isn’t an offensive stereotype. “Predatory gay” is honestly one of the worst things. It’s real, it exists (just like predatory straight people do), but the issue I take with it is that gay/bi/pan people have a hard enough time in this world as it is; I hate that Soleil exists to, I don’t know, almost perpetuate the idea that that’s how gay people act. And that can be harmful.

Fandom’s opinion of the “flirty male character” trope has changed a lot over the years. Sain was a well-liked character. Forde was well-liked, too. And then it fell out of favor and started to have an effect on the way these characters were written/portrayed. I remember fandom’s opinion re: Sain was mostly neutral/good and then suddenly everyone wrote him like he was a male cat surrounded by females in heat. It was jolting! (Not to mention OOC, but my point is that fandom’s view of the trope changed from being kinda meh toward it to outright despising it--which I understand. It’s never been my favorite trope and by the time FE13 hit I was hoping they’d drop it because I felt they couldn’t manage to write it as an ASPECT of a character instead of the whole character....if that makes sense.)

I’m honestly not sure why people like what they do. I agree, Kagero and Orochi have nice supports and I think they’re kind of casually shipped by most of the fandom...but there’s not a lot of meat in their supports to inspire people to do creating I think. They’re fun for amazing art, but as far as fanfiction goes...I honestly couldn’t write anything for them--not something engaging anyway. I think they seem like they’re good enough together that it’s just not necessary to add more...? Huh.

As far as your last part goes, I understand the frustration of fetishization and I’ve seen it, too, but sometimes it’s better to just let it go. Fandom is gonna ship whatever they want, and you have to remember that fandom isn’t just a haven for the socially awkward and anxious folks with mental and physical issues to work through/out/around, but also a lot of people who are looking for representation...and frankly a place to get their jollies, whatever those may be. The question I think people need to ask themselves is why they seek m/m things over f/f at a ratio of like, 50:1, especially considering women outnumber men in fandom by a large margin most of the time. And hey, why is fandom is so incredibly biphobic, not to mention acephobic?

Anyway, your frustration with the source material makes a lot of sense to me, and your irritation with fandom for not also being overtly critical about what they’re consuming also resonates with me--just at the surface level, though. I think the first thing you have to teach yourself to not go crazy in fandom is that everyone consumes media differently and what you hate may still ring true/important for someone else, regardless of its status of “healthy” or “unhealthy.” You do you, let other people do them, and unfollow/block those whose words/justifications you don’t want to see. It’s worked out well for me so far. :)

#fire emblem critical #fandom critical #negative stuff #cute anons #replies to friends

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burnedlegend-archive · 7 years ago

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okay, so please don't take this the wrong way bc i don't mean anything bad with it but like you talk about dissociating a lot and i don't understand what that means? what is it?

Oh boy. Okay. Well, fair warning to everyone: this is gonna be long, rambly, and personal. For those of you who hate my OOC posts, turn back now.

Okay, so. Dissociation is a symptom of a variety of mental disorders, and for me it’s a symptom of my Borderline Personality Disorder. In its rawest form, dissociation is basically feeling a disconnect from reality; feeling detached. Like, you look around you and it’s all sort of… fuzzy. Nothing really seems real and you’re just sort of drifting through a setting that has no tangibility to it.

For me, usually the first signs of dissociation starts in my hands; when I’m starting to dissociate, my hands just… don’t feel real. They don’t feel like mine. I feel like I’m looking at someone else’s hands entirely, even though they’re attached to my body.

It’s kinda like a drug trip. Sort of. Things you experience can include things like what I mentioned - feeling disconnected and dazed and wandering in reality - as well as things like temporary amnesia in which you completely forget where you were or what you were doing before/during the dissociative episode, feeling like objects and people are fake - automated humans, objects are changing in shape or size, walls are closing in, those sorts of things - or distorted.

I experience all of those. And I’m not sure if it’s true for others who experience this, but stressful situations only worsen my dissociation. Because the more stressed I am, the less rest I get, and the less rest I get the more exhausted I am, meaning I’m more dazed and more likely to lose control of my already less than stable mind functions.

It can also come with something called maladaptive daydreaming and intrusive thoughts, which I experience intensively. What this is, is basically daydreaming, but amped up to a thousand. While reality becomes hazy and ‘fake’ to you, the world inside your head is becoming more and more intense until that’s your reality. It’s a coping and defence mechanism in that reality is becoming too much; so your mind detaches from reality, withdraws into your head, and whatever is in your head becomes reality.

So much so that I’ve often been talking to people over text and started rambling about whatever was in my head at the time, leaving them confused. One time I was interacting with someone in my little dreamworld named Vin, and someone at work tried to speak to me and I replied to them out loud with, “Look, Vin, that’s not something we can do” before realising and apologising and helping them with whatever.

So it does get pretty intense sometimes and most people can learn to control it, so I’ve heard. I, personally… am not so good at that.

MADD can be pretty useful sometimes. It means your imagination is in overdrive, and if you’re allowed to sit and relax, you can create some interesting worlds and people. Good for writing. But in situations where you’re under a lot of stress, you don’t have as much control over the daydreaming. Which… can get scary.

That’s where the MADD becomes intrusive thoughts. You’re still in this dream world and escaped from reality by immersing yourself in whatever place you wanna be in your head - for me it varies, sometimes it’s just an alternate version of reality where everything is okay, or a television show I like, or this world I’ve been building up in my head as a safe haven. That’s fine, and it’s usually a way to help detach yourself from what’s stressing you and become calm enough to try and function semi normally, if not very dazed and spaced out,.

But the more intense the stress, the more intense the dissociation, and the more intense all of that is, the more intense - and uncontrollable, at least for me - the MADD gets. Meaning it can get really dark really quickly. The other day I had a mental break - a variety of things, but dissociation/MADD was a factor in it.

I had zero control of what was in my head and at first it was mountains, and I was okay with that. It was soothing, wherever I was in my head, there were snowy mountains and wind. But then - and it sounds fake, and it makes me sound crazy, but bear with me - it just sort of devolved. First I saw glowing golden norse runes I couldn’t understand.

Then it devolved into very violent, very gory imagery and intrusive thoughts to harm myself or harm others I suppose, but mainly myself. It scared the hell out of me because I couldn’t get rid of them, and I was so immersed in my head at this point to escape reality that I really had no choice but to bow out and hide somewhere until it faded. I turned on some Coldplay and kinda calmed down a bit.

I was fine-ish for the rest of the day except for a brief lapse of control again where I was in the milk cooler at work and somehow intensely convinced myself I was stuck in a mental asylum cell. I quite literally freaked out and all but body-slammed the door trying to ‘escape’, when in reality it was half-open already and I just went sprawling.

therwise, my dissociating was normal and I was just sort of unfocused for the rest of the day.

So that’s a lot of personal info that no one gives a fuck about, I know, but the only way I know how to describe this is if I use my own experiences.

It’s important to note that this is not necessarily what dissociating is for other people. Some people don’t have the maladaptive daydreaming as a side effect. Some people never get the temporary amnesia. Some people can function fine, some people can’t, it’s all dependent upon the individual and their situations.

But yeah. At its core: dissociation is a detachment and disconnect from reality, in which everything and everyone seems off or fake. That’s the gist of it.

Hope that helped! You can always look up information too; there isn’t a whole lot, but there’s some that doesn’t focus so much on personal anecdotes.

As for in-media representation, the only good rep I’ve seen so far that personally resonates with me are Jacksepticeye’s playthroughs of “What Remains Of Edith Finch” and “Night In The Woods”. Long playthroughs of very heavy games, but worth it if you’re out to see interesting stories and good visual representation of what dissociating is like.

DISCLAIMER: What I mentioned above about the intrusive thoughts is very rare. And while it isn’t exactly safe, considering when I’m that deep I have little to no impulse control - and afterward, little to no memory of what I did - and that could spell trouble. That said, it’s highly rare for these episodes to occur, and the chances of me simply being alone and unable to hurt anybody but myself is much higher than the chances of it happening when I could be a threat.

Statistically, I don’t pose much of a threat to anyone and I would appreciate it if you didn’t call the cops or something.

#asked and answered #long post tw #mental illness tw #Anonymous #Misc: the name's gabriel gaylord and i'm a gaylord (mun)#long post

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mandakatt · 8 years ago

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My OC’s.

So! Here’s my grouping of OC’s that I am currently active with. [I have many others that I haven’t put here such as Voltron, Star Wars, and Dragon age cause all those Rp’s are on hold. =p I refuse to grow up, what can I say?]

So! For some of these characters I have artwork, some I don’t so the ones that don’t their description will be much longer. [All art is © their original creators! I’ll link them/tag them in the descriptions.]

Mandakatt [Ref sheet art by: @sbneko ] - My OC that I use in the Furry Fandom. Yes. I’m one of those kinda dudes. Heh, but not in the way that’s usually associated with the stereotypes of the fandom. I’ve been in this fandom since about 2002 I think, but I’m starting to kinda fade away from it. So, she’s changing into what you see for my avatar here on tumblr. [Art by: DamnEvilDog - I miss you bubba.] - Out of all my OC’s she’s the closest to me in personality, and such. So just a fancy version of yours truly. XD

Kai - [Art © @sbneko ] Mandakatt’s sister. I created her as a joke cause everyone kept calling Mandakatt a Koi-Cat. So, here you go. Kai is older, and more mature than her sister, however, she is a derp, and will at times, when she’s nervous, grab her flowly showa tail and nibble on it, claiming she is her own sushi. She’s like the mom side of my personality.

Amari Mao - Shrine Maiden [ More Art! ] [ Art by: @tomochii-chan and @mageheart ] From the SLBP Universe. - She came about from a story that I had started to write involving the Date Clan. I don’t know if this story will ever see the light of day because I feel that I’m way too OOC with the lords. Her personality is Bubbly, Outgoing and she’s typically full of smiles and curiosity about the world. She’s a wandering Miko, so she’ll do rituals for those that ask. She carries a simple wakizashi vertically on the small of her back, her skills with it are above average for those that are used to sword fighting, she’s an expert with a long bow. The scar over her left eye that stops at her cheek came about when someone tried to rob her on the road, and they got too close - she’s not completely blind her her left eye, she can see movements and shapes, but nothing in full clarity.

Major - My Overwatch Reader insert character. - You were adopted as a young child into a Japanese family that lived in America, keeping your birth last name. You know some respectful phrases in Japanese but cannot speak it fluently. You reached the rank of Major [O-4] as a US Marine till you were ‘Honorably discharged due to injury during training.’ You are the bodyguard of Yumi. You are almost blind in your left eye. - Wanna know more? I am gonna be cheeky and go - Go read it. XD

Mao - Final Fantasy XV

“There’s nothing special to me, I’m just trying to pull my weight in the world.”

Height: 5 foot 2/158cm

Body type: Tone, but she carries a bit of extra weight making her slightly curvy.

Hair Color: Brown - and long. When worn in a high ponytail it rests at her shoulder blades, she has a distinct braid behind her right ear, crystal beads adorn it at the end, the braid itself is long enough to rest on her shoulder. When she’s not out hunting, these beads get put onto a silver chain and worn around her neck. The beads were a gift from her mother.

Eye Color: Dark brown.

Scars: Long scars that start on her right cheek, one on top of the other, and travel down the side of her neck. When she takes off her coat the scars are noticeable on her shoulder. The scars go down over her shoulder and across her side and stops in the middle of her back. She was pounced by a Voretooth trying to save her mom. It didn’t go well.

Outfit: Black boots, dark grey cargo pants, a thick black leather belt, a grey sleeveless t-shirt, and a long dark red overcoat that rests at the back of her calves. She keeps two daggers sheathed at the small of her back, so her weapons are always in plain sight yet never seen.

Weapons: Dual daggers – Her mother's, they’re slim and simple looking, will be somewhat distraught if she ever loses them. She is also quite proficient with short swords, carries two across her back - will only bring these as her ‘heavy hitters’.

Skills: She’s an excellent tracker - all those years hunting by herself - and can track both humans, and animals. She’s quite quick, and knows hand to hand combat as well, never underestimate her, as she will use her size and speed to her advantage to put you into some form of a hold, or punch your lights out if you deserve it.. For example, she’s been seen sprinting around a Spiracorn to jump up on it’s back, rush up it’s neck and stab it in the eyes. She know’s it’s reckless, and will usually only do such things out of desperation,or showing off.

Personality: She comes across as friendly, and flirty to anyone and everyone, however, she can come across being very forward, or brash, and can also come across very stubborn and sarcastic. She’s a bit of a hot head at times, but will backpedal with someone if they call her out on her shit.

Bio: She grew up on the outlands of Lucis, with her mother. Life wasn’t easy, but she learned to track, and hunt from her mom. She was in her teens when her mom died of an “illness” near Lachyrte Haven, close to Galdin Quay. She grows melancholy every time she has to use this haven for this reason, and after leaving the area, she’ll perk back up.

She can be heard muttering the words “For hearth and home.” when she’s finished with a battle, as if she’s reassuring herself she’s still alive, and what she’s alive for. If she’s hunting beasts, she can be seen resting her hand on the downed animals side, thanking it for it’s life.

She’s gone on hunts for, and with The Marshal, and will admit she has got quite the crush on Cor, if you get friendly enough with her for her to admit it. She blames this crush on the fact that he’s so kept to himself. And he’s a mystery.

She met the bros in passing once at Hammerhead, curious about their entourage, and hearing them pick up a hunt, decided to tag along, from a distance, and tracked the bros through the wilderness - not that it was all that hard to do, and helped them out of an MT ambush. She offered to track the beasts they were hunting after that, and has gone along with them on their other adventures. She, at first, will admit, she didn’t know that Noctis was the Crown Prince, and that the others were his Crownsguard, which Noctis appreciates as she treats him like any other hunter, and not what his title entails. Though she will lay her life down for him and his group, much to his dismay.

She has no shame what. so. ever. And enjoys the flirting banter she has with the boys. The more she gets Prompto to blush, or Noct to roll his eyes, and become more quiet and awkward, the better. She’s out to get Ignis to lose his composure, and Gladio and her flirt like crazy, probably doing so just to get Noct and Prompto to cringe, however she’ll always put him in his place with a witty comment.

She’s come to love the boys equally, and fears one day that they may ask her to choose one of them. She knows that she couldn’t do it, and as much as it would pain her, she’d rather slip away one night, and leave them, then cause a rift between the banter she has with them, as selfish as this may be. She would be ecstatic if she could make it into a huge poly relationship, but she knows the Astrals are cruel in their ways, and wouldn’t let her have such a thing, so she remains as that close, flirty friend.

She adores Iris, and Talcott and acts like their older sister, and don’t let her find out you were bad mouthing or bullying either of these pure souls. She will end you. When the 10 years of darkness happens, much to Gladio’s discontent, she teaches both Iris, and Talcott how to defend themselves and hunt. Staying by their sides through the whole ordeal, giving Gladio truly, one less thing to worry over, as he knows she’d let nothing happen to either Iris, or Talcott.

She has an affinity to domestic animals, where stray cats and dogs just seem to follow her, and it has not been unheard of to have her pocket meow in the middle of a conversation, and a small kitten pops it’s head out of her chest coat pocket.

#my oc #my oc's #my original characters #kinda feels odd to get them all in one post #hah #i feel like i'm going to be judged for the first one though #tumblr has an innate hate of furries for some reason #or at least that i've come across #but whatever! here we go #furry fandom #slbp oc #final fantasy xv oc

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evajellion · 8 years ago

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Part 8, where Richie gets extremely lazy

… and proves he knows nothing about Star Fox besides Adventures, and whatever Smash established.

Since I’ve been on-and-off with my Star Fox kick, I’m really going to love ripping him apart with my knowledge on the Star Fox lore.

A/N: Hope you like this chapter forks. Oh, and Jak will have his original voice, not his PSASBR voice.

This matters… why? Do you want us to imagine him with his original voice, and not the PSASBR one? That should be up to the readers, shouldn’t it?

Also you act as if you have control over the “voices” in this fan-fic. It’s literature, Richie, you don’t.

Edit: WHILE I’M AT IT, holy shit, thank you for catching this

[1/14/17, 2:19:09 AM] Batan Q: ladies and utensils

Anyway, let’s start with Fox and Falco.

"Is anyone tracking us?" Fox's lover, Krystal, asked as Fox and Falco scanned for any sign of Star Wolf in the Great Fox.

"Nope. None that I can tell. There. Star Wolf is got to be here" Fox said pointing to the scanner. "I heard Wolf teamed up with one of Ganondorf's minions, according to Link. But…"

… wat

OOC Counter: 31

That was fast! Richie, why would Star Wolf be working with Ganondorf’s minions? Star Wolf would dump the likes of Zant, Ghirahim, and the two villains from the Oracle games within a heartbeat!

Like, even if they were paid a lot, they wouldn’t be too trusting of things related to Ganondorf.

"But, how about a brake for a change?" Falco scoffed, "You know, if Wolf is there, then they doubt they find any power there."

Memes aside, that sentence doesn’t make any sense? Wolf wouldn’t be interested in “power”, it’s such a vague statement too. Do they already know about Polygon Man?

Also, Star Fox generally tries to steer clear of Star Wolf. If they get into a dogfight, it’s a thing that kind happens. They really shouldn’t have to keep tabs on Star Wolf.

OOC Counter: 32

"I don't know, Falco" Krystal said "I did see many visions of people and creatures fighting over this power. And it seemed to be controlling some giant hands."

"Master and Crazy Hand? Someone controlling them again" Falco asked surprised.

"That is what concerned me" Fox said "If Wolf or any of the evil forces get their hands on that power, the whole Lylat System could be in peril. Falco, let's go. Get the Arwings prepared."

Wolf? Evil? No, he’s just a dickhead. He’s only evil in Star Fox 2, 64, and Zero… all of which are in separate continuities.

"So we're leaving towards an unknown world?" Falco said as he and Fox begins to climb into their Arwings "You do know we'll be fighting as well right?"

"Yeah I know, but we couldn't ignore this. We have to go down there and see for ourselves" Fox said and then turned to Krystal "Stay on course for Corneria, Krystal. If we can, we'll catch up to you later."

"Be careful you two" Krystal said as the two flew off towards the battlefield.

Hey now Fox, watch it, remember what you did last time you went “no Krystal, it’s too dangerous”? You kicked her off the team, that’s what.

And all the soap opera shit ensued.

"You know, Fox, we've encountered some real freaks on this little adventure of ours" Falco said to Fox as they walked onto the Rival Arena. But then he spotted something which makes him and Fox stop "Like those two for example: both have two heads!"

Those 'freaks' are actually Jak and Ratchet who has Daxter and Clank on their backs, whom stopped.

Honestly, I think Sly would have been a much better rival for Fox than the double duo. Mainly because:

Both had fathers that were killed by a major antagonist.

Both have love interests that are foxes, that they’ve had rocky moments with.

Both have really good allies on their team.

Both have had to team up with their former enemies (Panda King and Dimitri in Sly’s case, Star Wolf in Fox’s)

Really, it only makes sense. Sadly, Sly was used with someone else.

"What was that?!" Jak said almost threatening.

"What did you say?!" Ratchet said, a bit offended.

"Oh!" Falco said as he realized "Those little guys, the tincan and the weasel creature, are both sidekicks."

"Falco..." Fox whispered.

"Did that... erm... birdman, just call me a sidekick?" Clank asked.

"And I'm sure he just called me WEASEL CREATURE!" Daxter shouted crossily.

"BIRDMAN?!" Falco snapped but Fox walked in front of him with his blaster out.

"Maybe it's time someone teaches you two some manners" Fox said, pointing his blaster at them.

Wow, couldn’t get any lazier than this, could you Richie?

I’m not even going to paste the other rival scene. Wanna know why? He ripped this from Jak & Daxter, and Ratchet & Clank’s rival scenes, word for fucking word.

I think Fox would rather start a conversation, keep Falco from drawing to conclusions, before Daxter and Falco get into a fight.

OOC Counter: 33

"Your girlfriend's right, Fox. The Hands are being controlled!" Falco said.

"I consider this a roleplaying game" Polygon Man said "Today you've be playing the part of a piñata."

"No, the role of the piñata is YOU! You're finished!" Fox said as they prepared to fight.

Fox’s line feels… so forced here. He’s capable of cracking wise lines when telling his enemies that his team is Star Fox, but this sounds… aggressive? I think he would be more calm than this.

OOC Counter: 34

"Fox! Falco! You're back!" Krystal said hugging Fox as he and Falco returns. "I've begun worrying about you two."

"Don't worry, Krystal" Fox said "we're back now. But you're right. The Hands were controlled but we took care of the one controlling them."

"Well, his minions put up a fight, he's just stay by the background and slams to the floor ready to be smacked down" Falco said.

"Well I'm glad you're OK" Krystal said "And we got reading on Star Wolf heading for Sauria."

Again, like I said at the start… wat.

"Dinosaur Planet?" Falco said surprised looking at the readout. "Why are they're there?"

Took the words outta my mouth Fox--

"Orders of Andross. Fox, we have to..." Krystal said but Fox put both hands on her shoulders.

No.

Richie, Andross is dead.

In Assault, Andrew Oikonny takes his place with a rebellion, and Star Wolf is no longer under Andross’s orders! They even kicked out both Oikonny, and Pigma. (which honestly, still kinda irks me, but that’s besides the point)

This really tells me he only played Adventures or something. And I like Adventures, despite the divisive opinions on it, but Richie should have done some damn research before setting foot into the breeding ground for all bad furry fan-fiction.

OOC Counter: 35 (concerning Star Wolf, that is)

Also, where the fuck are Slippy, Peppy, and ROB 64? Do they just not matter to you, Richie?

… Actually, you know what? It’s better Richie never touched them. Or the rest of Star Wolf, or Oikonny. I would hate to see him ruin them. Even though, I’m sure Command did much worse.

Maybe Richie doesn’t like Star Wolf because of Krystal leaving Fox for Panther in Command? Which wasn’t even Star Wolf’s fault, but Fox’s? I dunno, and honestly, I don’t care all that much.

Do the double team of duos fair any better?

… Not really. In fact, it just gets lazier.

Jak and Daxter were rebuilding Haven City when they received some surprising guests: Ratchet and Clank. Seeing Ratchet, Jak grabs him by the shirt.

"Alright furball, what are you're doing here?" Jak said (Mike Erwin's voice, not the voice they used in the game, urgh).

Oh, boohoo, Jak doesn’t have the voice from his PS2 games! Muh nostalgia!

Suck it up Richie. They couldn’t get every voice actor to reprise their roles. I think Jak’s voice in PSASBR is just fine, and think it’s dumb when people bitch about it.

Also, slapping OOC counter for Jak, he wouldn’t be this aggressive. He can be moody, but not to this extent.

OOC Counter: 36

"Calm down, we came to seek your help" Ratchet said as he got free from Jak's grip.

"And what'd you need our help for?" Daxter asked "Not gonna mock us again, are you?"

"No. Listen" Clank said "We received word that there may be a powerful source going over there somewhere. Maybe Gold Bolts or Eco, who knows."

"More Eco? Are you sure?" Daxter said.

"Either that or Gold Bolts. But this is powerful stuff, and we're not the only people looking for it. And they have partners."

"And the idea of teaming up with you is sick to my stomach" Ratchet said "we need your help. Help us track this energy down and we get to the bottom of this."

Ratchet, dude, what the hell? He was only this salty in the PS2 games, geez!

OOC Counter: 37

"Ha! And if you thought me and Jak are gonna help you, you're gonna... OUCH!" Daxter said but then smacked on the head by Jak.

"Daxter, this could be serious. It could mean that purple head's back" Jak said "Fine, but we'll do things my way."

"Fine. Whatever works for you" Ratchet said as the four board Ratchet's ship.

I should have made a counter for how many lines Richie repeats. “We’ll do things my way”, how many times has this been said?… I dare someone to keep track.

Rival scene is literally copypasted from Ratchet’s rival scene, I’ll save the trouble for you all.

OOC Counter: 38 (for Fox and Falco)

After defeating Fox and Falco, Clank and Daxter looked down on them.

"We're sorry, but you started it" Clank said.

"Yeah you dodo he... err... Jak, Ratchet, what's wrong?" Daxter asked as they saw Jak and Ratchet glaring at the distance.

Oh wow, chatter/banter after the rival battle, rather than just jumping to the Polygon Man battle? This is a surprise.

As for the ending… Copypasted, of fucking course, except for this part.

"Don't steal the spotlight like you always do, Daxter" Clank said "Anyway, we gotta go. There's a new signal picking up."

"You're going already?" Daxter asked "Couldn't you stay for lunch?"

"Nah, we'll be off." Ratchet said but left one message for Jak "You did well today. But the next time we'll meet... we'll settling things."

Both Jak and Ratchet gave each other rivalry grins and both glowing in blue auras.

"I'll be waiting" Jak grinned.

Pretty unique send off, but since the first part was literally copied from both their endings, I nearly skipped it. That’s how lazy Richie is-- I become tired of it.

Hoo boy… so, where do I begin? Let’s try to revise all of this!

Taking place after Assault’s events, the Star Fox team picks up an odd signal. A distressed one, coming from Master Hand. Krystal feels that someone with “mind patterns not of this world” is controlling Master Hand. Before they can leave… who better to also come in contact with, than Captain fucking Falcon? Who also picked up that distress signal after competing in a race. Fox and Captain Falcon agree to cooperate, as the team that’s part mercenary, and part bounty hunter.

Rather than Ratchet, Sly Cooper tries to pull a fast one on Jak to get his attention. Daxter remembers him, and doesn’t understand why he showed up, until Sly mentions that he’s been separated from his team, and ended up in Jak’s world-- suggesting that the events are taking place after Thieves in Time. In hopes of getting back to his team and Carmelita, he’s asking Jak and Daxter for their help. They’re unsure at first, until they notice some weird, chaotic stuff going on, indicating Polygon Man has come back. With no other choice, they team up.

In the rival scene, Daxter randomly walks up to Fox and Captain Falcon to start annoying them. Captain Falcon remains calm, but Fox eventually loses his cool when Daxter begins touching his weapons. The Reflector is activated, sending Daxter over to where Jak and Sly are. Jak asks what they heck they did, while Sly tells him to chill, and Fox tells them it was self-defense. Despite this, Daxter tries to pick a fight once he gets back up. Captain Falcon and Sly know where this is going, and pretty much give in to the fact that they’re going to fight.

Alternatively, Sly drops in on the two Smash Bros, and asks what they’re doing. In a good enough mood, Fox says they picked up a distress signal from someone they know. Captain Falcon though, picks up on the fact Sly is a thief of some kind, and Fox should be on his toes. Even though he tries to explain he only goes for other thieves worse than him, Sly learns out that he’s facing up against a bounty hunter, as opposed to just someone from the police. Jak asks what’s going on, and Sly requests to have “a little help”.

Captain Falcon prepares to depart after the adventure, asking if Fox would ever take up racing as a hobby. Fox says he would only do that “if he had seriously lost it”. Captain Falcon comments on how Fox reminds him of someone he knows, then takes his leave on his ship, which is faster than before due to Polygon Man’s power fueling it. Slippy comments on how weird all of that was, and they are contacted by Oikonny. It turns out, he wasn’t killed by the Aparoid moth, and his rebellion is coming back to get revenge. Fox comments on how much of a mistake that is, confusing Oikonny, as he is unaware that the Great Fox is also powered up. It ends with ROB 64 setting course to where Oikonny is located.

For the All-Star’s ending, Jak and Daxter ask what the heck even happened to Sly for him to end up in their world. Sly, almost ready to give up hope, leans back and prepares to tell them everything that happened throughout Thieves in Time. A Rift Gate however, is acting oddly, and Jak points it out. It seems to have a reaction to the power that once belonged to Polygon Man. Sly attempts to get close to it, and sees that a warp to his era opens up in the Rift Gate. Sly apologizes, saying he has to “leave it on a cliffhanger for now”, much to Daxter’s annoyance, as he wanted to hear the whole story. Jak wishes him good luck on finding his teammates, and their story closes.

There’s just one more after this, and it’ll be over! Hurrah!

#goddammitsupersaiyancrash

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chwrpg · 7 years ago

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Welcome to CHW, Bri!

A NOTE FROM ADMIN R: I’m so happy with this application Bri. Often times, we get Declan applications that are a tad too dark, where there should be a lightness to the dark subject at hand. Donnie Darko is a dark comedy after all, and I saw a lot of that in this application so thank you so much for that. I can’t wait to see him on our dash, tbqh.

OOC NAME/ALIAS, PREFERRED PRONOUNS, AGE & TIMEZONE:

Bri, she/her, 18, pacific time.

DESIRED CHARACTER:

Declan Darko! P.S. — could Wyatt Shears be an alternative FC? I have some gifs of him locked away lol.

HOW ACTIVE WILL YOU BE?

7.5, probably.

SECONDARY CHOICE:

N/A.

DESCRIBE THE CHARACTER:

Declan Darko is the textbook example of a cynic, but with a heart of gold.

He believes his run-ins with the law (trespassing, apparent arson, etc.) don’t define his character, but what he views as foolish things only a pubescent high schooler could’ve done has damaged how everyone perceives him. It doesn’t make it any better that he continues to act up sometimes, but the boy has never been one to hold back. He’ll (verbally) beat up the head quarterback if he has to, or call out his own family if they say something stupid. He’ll slash the tires on the dean’s car, but you best believe that it’s because they had it coming anyway.

Declan has never been able to decipher what made him this way, or why his dreams are becoming increasingly vivd. Not even his own therapist has been fully able to help, and he’s not exactly sure what every new medication prescribed to him is for. At this point, he’s accepted there’s not much he can do about his fucked-upness. His only choice is to focus on getting through each day quietly, with a prized copy of The Philosophy of Time Travel in hand. And although his still undiagnosed mental illness causes him a load of problems, Declan Darko will try his best to defend both himself and the people around him — regardless of the consequences.

SAMPLE WRITING:

Another day, another school assembly — presumably some insincere anti-bullying garbage, or in response to a freak accident that occurred at last Friday’s party. Declan Darko wouldn’t know. He has tuned these assemblies out from the start, ruling them a waste of valuable learning time. So he sits in the middle of the auditorium with earbuds in and a notepad in his lap. Deeply lost in the drumbeat of his favorite Joy Division song, Declan stares down a blank page. Then placing pen to paper, he begins to crudely sketch out a familiar figure: the thing that constantly checks up on him in his dreams. The thing that corrupts his thoughts at the most inappropriate of times. He studies the drawing closely. A sort of demonic, humanoid bunny rabbit. Then something in him (perhaps boredom, perhaps something else) snaps that makes him yank his earbuds out, and suddenly, he wants to listen to this damn assembly. Only to hear the absolute absurdity of whatever topic is being discussed, he tells himself.

And what do you know? It is one of those ‘KEEP SCHOOL A SAFE SPACE’ assemblies. As if the administration here thought that could be achievable. The voice in Declan’s head compels him to rise from his seat, and he does so. It compels him to take a stand on the auditorium stage, and as he makes his way up, Trunchbull’s preaching ceases. Sit down, young man, she tells him. But Declan only grins — Can’t I exercise my right to free speech? — positioning himself behind the podium. Behold, Rosewood’s student body: shit’s about to go down!

Though Declan knows everyone in the auditorium has only heard the bad things about him, he is still beaming: “You wanna know what this school’s problem is? You preach the same redundant, reiterated bullshit as if anyone at Rosewood gives a shit. If they did, maybe this place would be a safe haven. Maybe some of us wouldn’t be so fucked up. But everyone at this damn school is too much of a merciless narcissist to solve any of the problems ‘plaguing this campus,’” Declan pauses. He points to Trunchbull herself, airing his final grievance. “And you’re no better. You’re the fucking antichrist.”

And as he is being escorted out and his peers begin to murmur, Declan decides that if there’s one thing the student body should thank him for, it’s cutting that assembly short.

ANYTHING ELSE?

New and improved application! Now featuring an elaborated character description. 1985.

#accepted #submission

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thecorteztwins · 7 years ago

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6) What brought you onto Tumblr? What made you stay? Did you ever think about leaving? Why or why not?Two people did! Since I was 15 I have been roleplaying online at boards/forums, and one of the people I met there became a really good bud of mine. He started RPing on Tumblr and I got interested. Around the same time, my focus on 1990s X-villains started developing, so I made my OOC X-Men blog, thisiswhatwereupagainst. A person I met through that RPed in the X-Men fandom on tumblr and started encouraging me to make a blog as well.So between the two of them, I made my first tumblr RP blog, shinobixshaw, in either January or February 2015. Then in March I made this one and Haven, then my Shaw and Malcolm blogs in 2016. I stayed because I liked the platform, I liked the freedoms it allowed me to set my own rules and choose who I interacted with (whereas on a board, their rules were their rules, and I sometimes had to interact with people there I didn’t want to out of necessity, such as if I played a leader of a faction) and whose stuff I see OOC (most of these boards had chatboxes and some people like...look I don’t like everyone’s personality, basically) I also liked how there were no post length or frequency requirements, it’s pretty much set your own pace and do what you like.I do think about leaving a lot, mostly because it just seems like you can never get any real popularity or interest if you don’t play specific canons with specific tropes and specific sorts of plots, and it’s also frequently very frustrating that there’s all this interest and love for Magneto and his family so you’d think people would be at least adjacently aware of Fabian (since he bedeviled him and Quicksilver for a decade) but it’s always like who? It’s frustrating when there are these canons who are important to your canon, but not vice versa. It’s like...Gambit and Rogue are important to each other, as are Sabretooth and Wolverine, and so on, but those relationships are like...even? As in the other person is equally important, be it positively or negatively, to each person. And it’s not even here, my muses are not as important to these other characters as these characters are to them, and it gets frustrating, like if I was playing a Pietro but Wanda had no idea who he was. I’m not sure if I explain that well. My other reason for thinking about leaving is that I just find a lot of things about the X-Men fandom and Tumblr culture in general to be tiring or cringe-worthy. Plus I worry I spend too much time on here and it might be impeding how creatively productive I am otherwise.But I stay firstly because I really enjoy the interactions I do have here and many of the people I have met. Secondly because at this time, I think being on here and having something to do and distract me is better for my mental health than not, and I doubt I’d actually be that much more creatively productive if I didn’t, I think I’m probably just using that as an excuse. Also, it gives me an audience to draw for, and that’s made my art improve more than it ever has in the past. If I’m not showing it to somebody, if I’m not getting praise and encouragement of some kind, I’m not motivated. 9) Did you ever have your heartbroken? Who was the one who broke your heart and why did you love/trust them in the first place? Were they the person you first thought they were?I don’t know. I guess the closest would be this person I was best friends with over the Internet for several years. We had a lot in common and shared a whole lot, and we considered ourselves soulmates and really mythologized our relationship, like it was so deep and going to last forever. But more and more they were someone I didn’t like. I don’t know if they changed, or they had always been like that and I was the one who changed, but I started really disliking a lot of things about them, and after a few blow-ups it was just like...we’re not friends anymore and I don’t wanna speak to you anymore. We’ve talked a few times since, like when they needed rat advice, and while I get the impression they’ve changed a lot, so have I, so there’s really no going back to what we were and I don’t want to try. And like...I think that’s ok. I don’t think I’d call this true heartbreak but it was a really big deal at the time and this was still probably the most emotionally deep relationship I ever had with someone.My other heartbreak, I’d say, would be the death of Miss Blatz, one of my rats. She was what is called a “heart rat” in the rat owner community, a rat that’s just really close to your heart. She was a wonderful sweet girl and just thinking about her actually helps ward off self-harming thoughts. I had to stop keeping rats for a few years after I lost her. I guess that’s probably still not on the scale of true heartbreak, like if my dad died tomorrow or something, but it mattered a whole lot to me.

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