#i wanna do this for my infamous ocs too

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questions here

I am brain-rotting dropout, so.

1- If your oc was to host a TV show, what would it be about? Would your oc be good at it? What sorts of guests would appear?

Hayden: I don't even know. But I think she would be a rather good game show host. Because she is a raccoon and a lizard. What is a filter? What is remorse? Hayden has a sort of ON energy -- it is hard to describe. It isn't quite peppy, it isn't quite gremlin [though it isn't not not quite gremlin]. It is like jittery but not in a nervy way. It is a 'Hayden doesnt know how to sit still in class, but I can't even get mad at it because Hayden's cheeky smile is so so adorable'. Hayden was going to be a lawyer and it is FITTING. DEFINITELY the kind of person TV lawyers think lawyers are.

Actually, I can see her in a Family Fued or Whose Line Is It Anyway sort of thing. But certainly more "unbothwred" than Steve is by the stuff people say. She is less likely to stare at the camera in with a 'Save Me Sweet Jesus' face and more likely to crack up / shrug it off.

Lloyd: I think Lloyd would be better for something quieter. The most intense he could probably be is an America Home Videos thing. Where the crowd is a stage away and the contestants are often responding via video chat. And even that might make him nervous. But it would be easier to pre-prepare and stick to a script there. And with a script he would he able to actually be more at ease, letting his impish charm show. But I think a trivia game show would be more him. Something like that new Kelly Ripa show with the kids and their grandparents.

2- Can your oc play any instruments? Have they ever wanted to learn how to play any? Why?

Hayden: The recorder all children in America were probably forced to play [i mean idk is it different for zoomers?]. I think Hayden was forced onto percussion instruments like the triangle and the tambourine -- and people got away with it because she dug it - because no one trusted Hayden with drums or the symbols.

I think she would because it is a thing to do. A bucket list kinda thing but she has no strong driving force, just I will do this by the time I'm 80.

Lloyd: He taught himself/is teaching himself the guitar. He wants to add the keyboard to that. Lloyd LOVES music and in another life that would be his major. He also I think wants to prove to himself that he can.

3- If you were to choose another name for your oc, what do you think it would be? Did you choose it for how it sounds or for its meaning?

Hayden: I actually had other names for Hayden but I don't remember what they are. I don't know that I would. Maybe something else that ends or starts with den? I liked Dennys as a nickname.

Lloyd: Vincent. I wanted a more oldy sounding name for him. Something a touch poetic but also serious. I went with Lloyd because of Loid Forger. Another tummy hurty blonde.

4- How does your oc fare in the dark? Are they scared? Do they trip over things really easily or navigate like they have night vision? (Or do they have night vision?)

Hayden: Can't see shit even in the light jshsheh. She's a four eye [its cool I can say that, I used to be a four eye]. She doesn't trip REALLY easily because she has good balance/can catch herself and because she walks with her hand extended. I don't think Hayden has been scared of the dark, except for one time and that was probably because someone jumped out at her as a kid. Lmao

Lloyd: actually has good spatial Awareness, so while he doesn't have night vision, he can remember placement and can make a pretty good guess of what things are with minimal lighting. Lloyd is no longer scared of the dark but it does make him uncomfortable. He is the type to triple lock his door and leave at least one light on in the house.

5- How well would your oc fare as a teacher? What subject would they be best at teaching? What about the worst?

Hayden: Unless it was as a gym teacher, I don't think very well. I feel would learn but it would be hard to measure what they learn. And I think she would probably make some kids cry, not intentionally but idk that she would change her vibe [she would make some parents cry too -- probably on purpos]. Gym would probably be the best. Not that she wasn't good at more booked based stuff but she loved Gym. Least: Chemistry.

Lloyd: Once he got of his head and stopped being so stiff/letting the kids harass him, he would be a great teacher. He is very sensitive and can be very passionate about his interests. He has that bubbling excitement that lights up his face that makes you hang onto his words / want to follow his words. Best: Music or English Worst: Math.

6 - What was your oc’s relationship with their parents like? If they didn’t have any parents/didn’t know them, who in their life was the closest to a parent to them?

Hayden: We are still learning but I imagine belligerent. She was definitely always hitting her head against the walls they put up "for her benefit". I think there is love there because I think there is understanding that they want the best for each other [Hayden to make them proud, and them for her to have a good futur] but there is frustration through speaking different languages. I think Maude

Lloyd: Has a more submissive, almost fearful relationship with his parents. It wasn't what either of them wanted but that is how it turned iyr to be. But we will see once I play him. Lloyd loves Maude but I kind of see him looking at some of the other characters in a big sibling way -- even if they weren't much older [maybe Statler and Wanda??]

7 - Does your oc have any allergies, intolerances, or other sensitivities? How dangerous is it? Does this affect their daily life in any way?

Hayden: She has a latex allergy -- but like from stuff used to make latex. So she won't blow up if she eats a kiwi but she will get a rash when ij contact with latex gloves/balloons.

Lloyd: Pollen drives him wild and he has to wear a mask during spring / when in woods and stuff. And after it rains sbbshdgd

8 - Does your oc prefer being in a crowd or being completely alone? How many people can be around them before they get uncomfortable?

Hayden: Surprisingly, Hayden likes quiet time but she doesn't have a strong preference. She isn't a crowd monger but she does well with it. She can handle rather large crowds before starting getting antsy [like in the 100s]

Lloyd: Likes people he knows. A group of familiar people is fine-- to a point. He actually doesn't like being completely alone but he will take that before an unfamiliar group. He can take at least two handfuls of people he is familiar with or loves around him at a time. If it is strangers... 3?? Lol. [He definitely went to class with bis hoodie up]

9- How easily does your oc make friends? Do they have difficulty talking to new people? Why?

Hayden: Doesn't have difficulty talking to new people... per se, but new people can have difficulty with Hayden. Hayden doesn't really curb herself for others. So. That can rub people wrong but she's great fun and people dig the sarcasm so sue has a lot of casual friends.

Lloyd: Can in a quiet, constantly seeing each other setting. Forced proximity. But generally know because he doesn't like unfamiliar environments and sometimes feels like he is being judged. He also isn't shy per se as much as has... nerves speaking outloud.

10 - How open is your oc to trying new things? Are they the adventurous sort, or would they rather stay in their comfort zone? Why?

Hayden: I want to say yes but I also want to say no. So I will come back to this. There IS the bucket list and she does thing with gutso ... but I wonder...I'll ponder aidhshdh

Lloyd: Surprisingly yes. It is easier with things than with people. He likes to learn. But slow and steady.

[blossomwritesthings]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐟 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐭

pairing: jisung x fem!reader x male oc (afab)

genre: producer!jisung/hairstylist!reader. badboy!jisung. enemies to lovers. twin dynamic. cheating/infidelity au. some angst. smut - MDNI, 18+ only. reader pov.

content & warnings: explicit & strong language. thematic elements. just a tad bit of angst in this, but mainly, it's just degenerate shit. cheating is a big part of this. smut warnings below cut!! 

word count: 4.1k

summary: the han twins are infamous in south korea for being the #1 duo in the country, with han jisoon gifted in rapping and han jisung in producing. jisoon is the best man a girl could ever ask for- and a wonderful boyfriend. it's just too bad that jisung is the one you truly want out of the two brothers. 

18+ warnings: unprotected sex (keep it safe, my friends). kindaa jealousy sex. harddom!jisung. cheating sex. sub!reader. fingering. dom/sub undertones. degradation (slut, whore, etc.). manhandling kink. size kink. humiliation. dumbification. ownership/possession. jisung edges reader a bunch. overstimulation galore. lots of dirty talk. breeding kink!!. subspace. orgasm denial.

a/n: OKAY- SO !!!! 😖 I first got inspired to write this months ago just from watching this edit over and over again. 😩 originally, this was gonna be a chan fic, but I decided to change it to hanji at the last minute, so here we are lol! 😂 honestly, this is kind of an interesting premise for a longer series, so idk... if I'm feeling inspired to, I might expand on this oneshot and make another part to it... lmk if that's smth you guys would be interested in!! 🤎

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"W-We shouldn't be doing this," you gasped out, feeling the rise of your arousal flooding every part of your mind. It overtook all of your senses - forcing you to see stars, making the blood in your veins boil deliciously, casting visions of rainbows across your mind, flashes of effervescent violet and topaz coating your eyelids. "It's... it's not right." 

The man between your legs was incessant in his movements, pressing your spine a little harder into the shower's cool tiled wall. One hand clamped down onto your hip, nails digging into sensitive flesh there, as he held you up, continuing to hoist your legs around his waist tightly. His other hand was busy at work between your colliding bodies, thumb drawing messy circles around your clit. It was so fucking puffy and felt like it was engulfed in a vat of flames. 

"Why? Because you wanna deny that you're mine? That only I can make you feel this way, only I can fit this pussy so well?" His messy raven locks curled underneath the shower's hot steam, his entire naked form covered in a glistening sheen of suds and sweat and water. "You stay with him- with that prick, but you and I both know that he doesn't bring you to your knees like this- doesn't fuck you as well as I do." 

And the worst part about it- was that you knew he was right. 

Deep down, in the depths of your heart, mind, and spirit, you knew he only spoke the truth. 

That's the thing that killed you the most. 

The Han twins were infamous in the music industry - raising their empire of success from the ground up in the basement of their parent's house when they were just young boys in middle school. As they grew older, they only became better at their crafts - Han Jisoon with his rapping, and Han Jisung with his producing. 

Soon after their 18th birthday, they made their official debut in the Seoul music scene. Instantly, their first track was a complete hit - sweeping the nation with its catchy rhythm and unique rap lines. It was unlike anything anyone had ever heard, and by the time the twins turned twenty-one, they were on track to be the biggest stars of their generation - overtaking all other duos in the industry and winning all the year-end awards. 

You met Jisoon, the singer out of the duo, when you were training to become a hair colorist and he was in his late twenties. One day, a mysterious man came into your salon in Hongdae. Soon after you heard your teacher talk about who he was to some of the other stylists there - you realized that the man you would be working with was none other than the biggest star in the country at the moment. 

Instantly, there was a connection between the two of you. His smiles were so warm, the way he spoke to you so soft and delicate, his laugh contagious. His happiness was infectious, and like a drug, you began to think of nothing but him. After work that day, you came home to watch all of his performances and interviews, completely captivated by his persona. 

As it turns out, he decided to use your salon for his monthly appointments - and soon, after you graduated with your specialty license in hair color, you became his personal hair colorist. 

It didn't take long after that until you two grew a deep connection, and then he was asking for your number before he took you out on your first date together, and the rest... was history.  

Honestly, he was the best boyfriend you could ever ask for. He was so fucking kind and sweet and considerate. He wasn't selfish in the least bit and always wanted the best for you. And when you told him you wanted to keep things on the down-low in regards to your relationship, he heeded your wishes. Over the three years that you two had been dating, not a single word had gotten out to the press about your relationship. Sure, his fans speculated about his relationship status, but no one ever came out with any hard evidence of his true girlfriend.

He had even met your parents during Chuseok soon after your first anniversary, much to their delight. He brought over gifts for your mother and spent time out on your father's boat fishing in the early morning even though he hated fishing and always got seasick. Your mother fell in love with him during your trip, and wouldn't stop talking about the expensive rice cakes he had brought her for that holiday season. Your father also took a keen liking to him, saying he enjoyed having a fishing partner, which was your father's way of saying that he approved of your choice of a man.

All of your friends loved Han Jisoon too. Your best friend, Ryujin, was obsessed with your relationship - and was always checking up on the two of you. She was just chomping at the bit for him to propose, and every Christmas that passed, she claimed that 'next year, he'll do it on New Year- I swear to you that he will.' 

Jisoon liked to hang out with you and your friends when his schedule allowed him to, and you did the same with his large group of friends. Granted, most of his connections were either famous producers or other popular singers, but still - you liked the fact that he wasn't afraid to introduce you to the important people in his life. Because all of it made you feel important to him.

Not to mention all of the gifts he got you - sending you huge bouquets of your favorite flowers when he was away on tour, and sending you little gifts here and there 'just because.' Like the box of chocolates during a particularly shitty day of your period, or the small teddy bear that was programmed with his voice and said 'I love you,' that he bought for you during one of his promotional business trips to Taiwan. 

Overall, he was the best person you had ever met. He was funny and quirky and so fucking entertaining to be around. Not to mention talented- he could write thirty lines of rap within an hour, something you never could get over even after years of knowing him. He was perpetually changing his hair color too, thanks to your help - and for the past year, he had been rocking a dusty blonde look. He also loved to dress in bright colors and wasn't one to shy away from all the new fashion trends.

So... everything must've been amazing, right? 

You had a beautiful, unique boyfriend who fucking adored you and practically worshipped the ground you walked on. 

So then, what was the problem? 

Well, for one thing, the root of the entire bane of your existence was his twin brother, Han Jisung. 

With his perpetually messy black hair, onyx eyes, and scowl he always seemed to wear no matter what. You had never seen him dressed in anything other than dark clothes - grays and blacks only. 

His temperament matched his outward appearance, with his downright rude personality at times and his snide comments that were always directed towards you. He was an absolute thorn in your ass and he loved being one. 

He and your boyfriend couldn't be more different from each other, and you were almost surprised when you first met him after you and Jisoon first started dating. Because... they were such stark opposites of each other it was almost comical. 

But Jisoon loved his brother, despite his flaws and all, and since they had an entire career together, you were forced to share space with your boyfriend's other half. When Jisoon would invite you over to the studio late at night to listen to some of the new lyrics he had written, there Jisung was. Sitting at the desk in the recording studio, directing everything and making changes to the track... just brooding for a fight.

When he worked, Jisung was even more serious than his normal day-to-day persona; changing into this silent, man with a menacing kind of aura surrounding him as he sat behind a huge desk in their shadowy recording studio. 

You'd be turned on by the sight of it all if you were dating Jisoon - his twin brother. 

But as it turns out, life has a funny way of playing tricks on you... 

On your mind and heart and everything you had grown accustomed to. 

And before you even realized it was happening, your dynamics were changing. No longer was it you and Jisoon against Jisung. Slowly but surely, throughout your relationship, you somehow grew closer to your boyfriend's twin brother. 

It started with him being a little nicer to you randomly during your visits to the recording studio, or during the luncheons you'd sometimes attend with your boyfriend and his entire crew. 

Han Jisung turned out to be kind of... nice. 

Despite all of his flaws and rude mannerisms. 

But even so, he was still an asshole, he was still annoying most of the time and a total prick. He liked to get under your skin, and wiggle around in there - teasing you just enough to the point where you were close to blowing up at him. But he always pulled back eventually. 

Almost like, he enjoyed the thought of edging you irrevocably, for years on end. 

Things came to a screeching halt though, when the twins were on tour and Jisoon invited you to tag along with him to their dates in Japan. Not wanting to deny the offer since you had always wanted to visit the country, you joined him during the four days that he and Jisung would be in Tokyo. 

At first, everything was going smoothly. 

Their rehearsal the night before their first show went well, and you enjoyed sightseeing with your boyfriend after he was finished with preparations. After the two of you got back to your hotel, Jisoon quickly fell asleep in your shared queen-sized bed, completely exhausted from his busy schedule. 

And then somehow, you had found yourself roaming the halls of the luxurious hotel, stumbling upon a small alcove in the back of the spacious place, fit with a self-serve mini bar and a few velvet-lined seats overlooking the glittering night's cityscape. 

But the person who was sitting in one of those seats was the thing that surprised you the most, with his black tresses and even darker stare. He regarded you with a tilt of his head, swishing around the ice in his crystal glass that was filled with dark bourbon. 

Pathetically, it only took you three drinks in. 

Perhaps the red wine they served at the hotel's mini bar was more potent than the stuff you were used to in South Korea. 

Or, perhaps you were just as exhausted as your boyfriend Jisoon from spending the day traveling across the city and sightseeing.

But before you knew it, you had somehow migrated onto Jisung's lap, allowing him to place his palms on your ass that was just barely covered by the mini skirt you had changed into to tour the city with Jisoon earlier that night. 

"I have a boyfriend, Jisung," you had said, as the man before you leaned in a little closer to your form. Nose coming close to your exposed neck, he had breathed in a deep sigh. Your spine shuttered from how near he was to you. Nearer than the two of you had ever been before. "Jisoon- he- he loves me." 

After that, Jisung looked up at you with a raised eyebrow, a dark, familiar look twirling right there in his eyes. He stared on at you in silence, before he let out a dry, humorless chuckle. "Oh please- you couldn't give a flying fuck about my brother. Especially not when you're with me..." 

The moment his lips had come in contact with your skin, you melted instantly - like a bar of milk chocolate being held over the high flames of a fire. The fire ended up being him, his heat engulfing you as his mouth came around the spot between your clavicle and neck, teeth biting down there slowly, tongue darting out and licking ever so slightly. 

"I've seen the way you stare- you're practically begging me to fuck you at any chance that we're together," Jisung had grunted out, his mutterings fanning against your skin and making the butterflies erupt even faster in the pit of your stomach. "Such a little whore- why have one brother when you can have two, right?" 

After that, you were trying to push him away. Palms on his muscular chest, you tried to move off of his lap. But his digits just dug in harder to the supple flesh of your asscheeks, and when you moved slightly, you could feel the hardness of his middle gently hitting up into your warm center. 

In the end, you couldn't deny the wetness that was slowly growing in your panties. But you could sure try your damndest to forget about it all. "I'm dating someone else, we... can't..." Your voice trailed off after that, as his mouth traced up the column of your neck, pressing light, heart-fluttering kisses against your jawline and the corner of your mouth. 

"Too bad you're such a horrible fucking liar then," Jisung said in a low voice, staring into your eyes and giving you that look - the one he always leveled your way when he was officially done with your bullshit. "Too bad I can no longer ignore the wetness that's growing between your legs- ignore the way you press these cute little pussy lips together each time I make you squirm with my taunting." 

In the next instant, he was pressing his mouth against yours, swallowing up your groan of surprise, quieting the moans that threatened to slip free from deep inside of you when his tongue danced against yours. 

Turns out, he was right. 

Without even really realizing it, you had been taunting him. 

For fucking years. 

With your combativeness, and playful banter. Not to mention, the long stares and shifting in your seat every time he made you feel... bothered.

He was like a powerful magnet, something you couldn't deny the pull of any longer. 

Your kiss there on the chair in the hotel alcove turned into something heated and disastrous, and soon, you found yourself locked up in Han Jisung's hotel room - hands pinned against the soft downy mattress as his thick cock ripped you right open. He drew the filthiest of sounds out from the depths of your soul as he pounded into you completely raw, fucking you well into the night. He edged you for hours - just like he did in your regular lives - before bringing you over the brink of five different orgasms. 

The sex with your boyfriend Jisoon was good, 

but nothing could compare to the way that Jisung made you feel that night. 

How filled up you had felt - completely whole in every way possible. 

Usually, the sex with your boyfriend was fairly quick, very vanilla, and in the same three positions. 

Meanwhile, Jisung had you in all kinds of ways that night - knees, back, stomach. You name it, he somehow coaxed you into it. 

And afterward, after he finished coating every crevice and surface of your insides and outsides in his seed and sweat and saliva, Han Jisung helped to clean you up. The two of you lay side by side in his bed for a little bit, soon after he had wiped your skin clean. 

No words had been spoken between the two of you then, but you just felt, that nothing had to be said. The deed had been done. You had gotten over the hardest part. 

And now... there was no going back. 

When you had crept back to the room you were sharing with your boyfriend and laid down beside him just as the clock was about to strike five in the morning, you realized that things were completely ruined. 

Nothing would ever be the same again - because no one would ever compare...

To the way Jisung made you feel that night, and how he had made you feel over the past few years, without you even fucking realizing it. 

Slowly, as you lay there underneath the covers, hair disheveled and the marks of Jisung's lips littered across your body - your legs and arms and pussy sore from his arduous, heated attention - the tears slipped out of the corners of your eyes unchecked. You stared at the back of Jisoon, your boyfriend, and cried yourself into a listless kind of sleep, void of any dreams or thoughts. 

"I'm sorry, babe," you had whispered to his sloped shoulders, just before your eyes had slipped shut in finality in the early morning rays of sunlight for that day. "I'm so fucking sorry..." 

Three weeks after they were finished with their Japanese leg of the tour, and back home in Seoul resting before they finished up with their encore concert in America, Jisung paid a visit to the apartment you shared with Jisoon in the heart of Gangnam. Your boyfriend was out for the day, visiting his parents for the rare break that they had in their schedules. 

The moment you opened your door and saw him standing there on the step, your heart dropped into the pit of your stomach. But the two of you didn't have to say anything, because you already knew. 

Things had been ruined the moment you stumbled upon him late at night in that hotel, all those weeks ago. 

That day, you christened every surface of your apartment with your mixed essence. Every place you could imagine, Jisung fucked you on: the kitchen counter, the living room couch, the dining room table, against the front door, in the shower, on the study room's floor, and perhaps worst of all... in your very own bed. The one you had shared with your boyfriend, who was also Jisung's twin brother, for years.  

The sex that day was mind-blowing and cataclysmic, as Jisung led you over the brink of so many orgasms, you lost count after the third one. By the time the two of you were finished and the sun was beginning to set, you were so deep into an odd limbo state of mind that you couldn't even form a coherent thought or sentence. 

And like a thief leaving in the middle of the night, like a ghost visiting you for only a time, Jisung just kissed you goodbye, promising he'd come back soon, and left you in your apartment right before your boyfriend came back. 

He left you as a pile of messy hair, weak limbs, and a murky mind, sprawled out across your bed, completely naked and littered with bite marks and violet hickies. You managed to throw a nightgown on before your boyfriend came home and saw you that night. 

You were so fucking ashamed, but no matter how bad you felt about it all, you couldn't stop yourself. And apparently, Jisung couldn't either. You two were drawn to each other, for whatever reason. And no external factor - even the idea of a long-term boyfriend - was going to stop the trainwreck that you were slowly causing with your secret meetings. 

Over time, the periods spent with your boyfriend's twin brother bled together into a fever dream of passion and the greatest sex you had ever experienced in your life. Any chance you could get alone with each other, with your boyfriend nowhere in sight, the two of you were fucking...

In the recording studio, during the rehearsal for a TV appearance, at the hair salon you worked at, in the bathroom during a late-night dinner with their company. And soon, you found yourself falling into a weird kind of rhythm with Han Jisung. Half of the time, you spent it with your boyfriend, Jisoon. And the other half, you spent it with Jisung... fucking and delving into each other in all different ways. 

Your time spent with the other brother became so intense and all-consuming that you lost track of how long it had been since everything had started. And that's how you found yourself that specific Friday night, with your boyfriend spending the night at the studio working on a recording. Meanwhile, unbeknownst to him, his twin brother was between your legs. 

Jisung had already taken you wholly atop the dining room table earlier that night after you had finished eating the takeout he had brought over. Once you were done chewing your orange chicken and fried rice, the dark-haired man was upon you with a vengeance - ripping off your panties and pushing you atop the wooden table. His fingers had this magic touch to them, and within just a few minutes, with a couple of practiced strokes, he always brought you over the edge in a blinding light of arousal. 

After he was finished with you on the table, you two took a shower together and somehow... he ended up inside of you, once again, for the millionth time in a row. 

"W-What about Jisoon..." You whined out, head bumping against the tile wall at your back with every hard thrust of Jisung up into you. His cock stretched you out so deliciously, and you ground your hips against his, loving the feel of his hand clamped down on your clit, rubbing at it with a rabid kind of heat. "He... He'll die if he finds out, Ji..." 

He flashed you a swarthy, devilish kind of smirk, before he leaned into you, pressing his teeth against your shoulder and biting down on your clavicle. Tongue coming out to press against the purple spot left there, he chuckled lowly. "Oh, just shut up already- I think we're past the point of you giving a fuck about him." 

And then you were clutching onto his wet locks even harder, as he drilled his cock so far deep into you, entire galaxies and other worlds flashed across your vision. Gasping out in pure bliss, you moaned out his name breathlessness, your whines getting swallowed up by the sound of the running showerhead above you. 

"Yeah, that's right... moan my name, bitch," Jisung coaxed in a deep voice, his thumb drawing figure eights around your puffy clit as his cock fucked the squelching juices back into you. "We both know this - us - is never ending... either you leave that fucker, or he finds me fucking you one of these days and everything turns to shit. Your choice." 

You were so fucked out, mind fuzzy with arousal and the pit of your stomach on fire from all of the feeling coursing through your system that you could barely form a coherent sentence. Even still, you managed to crack your eyes open just a tad bit to level Jisung with a serious frown. "N-No... never- don't want to ruin this..." The breath caught in the middle of your throat as the tip of his rigid cock hit that soft spot deep inside of you, making your legs shake around his waist, cunt clenching around his length. 

"Then take everything, you slut- be a good little whore and take daddy's cock," Jisung commanded out in a stern tone, pounding into you incessantly and making your ass bounce back and forth against the shower wall. "Open wider for me, baby doll- wanna see this pretty pussy of yours bulging with my cock." 

As always, you did what he commanded of you. Spreading your legs wider and hugging them a little closer around his hips, your head shot back against the tile of the shower wall when you felt Jisung's cock prodding into you. 

He pushed down on your lower belly, feeling the way his thick cock rubbed up into you so far, he bulged out against the seams and the outline of him displayed deep inside of you. "Oh fuck- such a cute pussy... fits me so fucking well..." Jisung said in a low voice, as he rubbed a little harder against your clit with his thumb. Meanwhile, his dick was reaching all new lengths inside of you, drawing out a flurry of moans from between your lips. "J-Just a little longer... just hold on a little more, 'kay kitten?"  

And in the end, you heeded his commands. All of them. You did everything he wanted, because truthfully- you couldn't help yourself. Couldn't deny him, no matter what. 

Fin.

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summary: mammon might have been assigned to watch over you as the exchange student, but in return, you were assigned to watch over his gambling behaviour; a certain casino owner takes issue with that and personally sees to it that mammon's spending inhibition is thoroughly distracted

pairing: valefar (my oc) x gn!reader

warnings: manipulative behaviour, ngl you might not like val after this but trust me and trust the process jshsh

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It wasn’t a well kept secret that Mammon had taken a liking to you rather quickly. Give and take a week into your stay in the Devildom, belongings of the Avatar of Greed, like his tooth brush, cologne or charger, had taken up residence in your room, the demon himself spending every possible moment glued to your side as well. Because it was what Lucifer told him to do, of course.

Naturally, it didn’t take long for him to drag you to his favourite places around the Devildom, namely casinos. And the one he frequented most often was the infamous ‘Lion’s Share’ Casino, with its sleek and aureate exterior.

It definitely didn’t feel like the sleazy, underground places some might imagine when thinking of a casino, but rather like a luxurious establishment in Vegas. Every time you passed the impressive lion statues framing the entrance, your shoes clicked on the polished floors and you craned your neck to marvel at the dazzling chandeliers, you thought you entered another world yet again. 

As expected, Mammon was some kind of VIP around there, possibly because of his ridiculous spending habits, so the bouncers hardly glanced at either of you as you followed him through the heavy double-winged doors.

“Alright, human! Ready to be ma lucky charm again?” Mammon grinned as he ushered you in the direction of the poker tables. “A got paid real good for the last modellin’ gig, so A need ya to do yer thin’ and make me win big.”

“Remember not to go overboard, yeah? Or Lucifer is going to have both our heads,” you sighed as you flicked his biceps with your fingers. “I’m here to make sure you don’t gamble yourself into even more debt, did you forget that?”

“Yeah yeah, whatever, ya killjoy,” he nudged you before dragging you along by the wrist, just as enthusiastically as before. Perhaps because he knew you’d indulge him just a little anyway. “Now, get comfortable and watch me get a royal flush.”

Unbeknownst to the excited demon and the human rolling their eyes, someone was watching them from the highest floor overseeing the casino, amber gaze fixed on the pair taking their places at the poker table. Mammon, of course, was already well known to the observer, having been a faithful patron since the casino had taken off, but the human was a recent addition to his trips.

Obviously, he already knew the basics about them; that they were Diavolo’s precious exchange student and were currently living with those brothers. But he had also tracked how Mammon’s willingness to high-stake gambles sunk whenever they were with the Avatar of Greed.

As the owner of the Casino, Valefar simply couldn’t have that.

“I think it’s time to show our esteemed guest the exclusive VIP rooms,” he said as he swirled the amber liquid in his glass and one of his men bowed before leaving to go fetch the human. 

The hair in the back of your neck raised before you even saw the bouncer approach your table but when his black suit came into view, you could almost taste the trouble in the air. You were about to alert Mammon, though you had made sure he didn’t cheat, when the huge demon tapped your shoulder instead and gestured for you to follow him.

“Is there a problem?” Mammon asked, game momentarily forgotten as he tugged you behind him. “If ya wanna talk to the human, ya gotta hafta talk to me too, ya know.”

“No,” the bouncer’s gruff voice scratched the air, “only the human. Boss’s orders.”

“A-Ah from the boss, ya say?” Your companion’s tone changed as he rubbed his neck. “Well, he knows not ta try anythin’ funny if he doesn’t want Lucifer and Diavolo breathin’ down his neck. Don’t keep the man waitin’ then.”

And with that, Mammon stepped to the side and ushered you to follow the security demon, not so discreetly ignoring the unimpressed glare you sent him. You were well aware he was indebted to the casino, so of course he’d fold like a house of cards the second its boss requested something of him, if only to not make his situation worse.

A very silent elevator ride later, you entered a dimly lit lounge area void of any customers. The long side of the room was entirely made of glass, making you guess it was the black one-way window front visible from the casino area. There, in a lounge chair, sat a demon, his arms resting on the sides of the chair as if he owned the place. You almost didn’t see him in his black suit against the dark background if the ice clinking in his glass didn’t give him away.

“Good evening, how are you enjoying your time at the Lion’s Share so far?” Elegantly, like a large cat, the man lifted himself out of his seat, leaving his drink on a table and straightening out his suit. As he rounded the table to approach you, he smoothly pulled one of his leather gloves off before holding out his hand to you. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you. My name is Valefar, the owner of this humble casino.”

Startled by his bright amber eyes sparkling down on you, you shook his hand as if in trance and stammered your name. You didn’t know what you had expected when the casino boss was mentioned but probably not to be greeted by a tall, handsome man, with flawless tan skin and black hair swept back lazily. Golden piercings gleamed in the ambient light as he cocked his head to the side while studying you before revealing a fanged smile.

“I’ve heard much about you already,” Valefar said, voice velvety as he guided you to take a seat with a hand lightly gracing the dip of your back. “Only positive, of course. You’ll forgive me for wanting to meet you in person, won’t you?”

“Oh uhm- Sure, though I’m not sure I’m all that great,” you nervously laughed as he sat down opposite of you. 

“I’d beg to differ,” Valefar chuckled. “You know, I have an eye for all things valuable and you managed to pique my interest, so there has to be more to you than you give yourself credit for. Care for a drink?”

You were happy he switched the topic himself because your cheeks felt like they were set ablaze. “Only water for me please.”

“Not a fan of demonus, huh? I personally think you’re missing out but suit yourself.” As one of the staff set your respective drinks down in front of you, he whispered something to his boss, whose lips curved up at corners with a glance out of the window. Seemingly out of nowhere, he pulled a deck of cards as his attention landed back on you. “I noticed you seem to linger around the poker table whenever you’re here. Up for a friendly game?”

You halted. He’d been paying close enough attention to you to notice that? 

“It’s mostly Mammon who plays,” you said quietly. Thinking of your impulsive companion, you remembered your agreement with Lucifer, as much as you wanted to spend a bit more time with your new acquaintance. “Speaking of, I think I shouldn’t take up anymore of your precious time and return to the table.”

“Oh please,” Valefar’s voice soothed your troubles, “He is in great hands and I’d be more than happy to enjoy your company for a while longer. But if the feeling isn’t mutual, you’re free to return any time, of course.”

“If that’s so…” you contemplated for a few seconds, a little reluctant to leave this tranquil atmosphere. Besides, Valefar had been nothing but nice to you, where was the harm in staying a little longer? “Perhaps, it wouldn’t be so bad…”

“Splendid,” the demon beamed as he shuffled the cards. “I trust you know the rules?”

After playing a few rounds you were surprised to find the overall results to be tipped in your favour, winning slightly more often than losing. Maybe Satan had been right when he told you people favoured by Mammon found themselves to be more lucky?

“Wow,” Valefar chuckled as you dropped your cards on the table, winning another round. “You’re pretty skilled. I guess it’s my luck you’ve not taken up gambling at my casino in earnest.”

“I think I’m just lucky today,” you showed him a shy smile. “Playing cards is one thing but actually betting on it is entirely different.”

“You’re right, of course,” Valefar agreed. “But the rush you can get from winning big is entirely different as well. Not only knowing that you’ve won, but also seeing the look on the loser's face when you get your hands on what they wanted too. It’s quite the feeling.”

“Spoken like a true demon,” you laughed as you allowed yourself to let your gaze sweep over his well-built body again. Whoever tailored those suits for him knew what they were doing. 

“I can’t help myself, it’s in my nature after all,” he laughed easily. “You know, for a greed demon, claiming something that another demon also desires makes having it even sweeter. Places like this just encourage that feeling, that need.”

You swallowed at the husky tone his voice had taken on. Paired with the way his eyes were nearly blazing, resembling pools of molten gold as he looked at you, you had a feeling he wasn’t necessarily talking about money. 

“What do you mean with ‘places like this’?” Your voice came out thick as you tried to control the pounding of your heart, the parlour below long since forgotten.

“It’s a casino, sweetheart,” Valefar whispered, leaning forward in his seat a little. It was enough to have you unconsciously mirror him. “Sin is in the name.”

There wasn’t much you could say in return, only looking back at him with wide eyes and slightly parted lips. Asmo had once told you demons resonated with places that encouraged their own sin and where else but a casino would greed reign supreme?

Valefar pulled you out of your thoughts with a contemplative hum. “Normally I don’t gamble while working but I feel like spicing up the night a little. What do you say we add some stakes to our little game?”

“Stakes?” You blinked at him, a little surprised. “I don’t have money or anything of worth on me though.”

“Oh no no, I wasn’t talking about money. I understand of course that your funds as an exchange student are rather… tight,” he smiled that charming smile of his. “So, won’t you at least hear my proposal? You could be passing up the opportunity of a lifetime after all.”

Somewhere, in the far part of your brain, a quiet voice warned you not to accept. This was a demon you were dealing with, there was no way he wouldn’t propose something that wasn’t beneficial to him. But there was no harm in hearing him out, right?

“Alright,” you acquiesced, your mind clouded by his heavy gaze on you and his cologne invading your senses, “let’s hear it then.”

“If you win,” his lips curled up at the corners, “I will consider all of Mammon’s debt to be paid.”

You choked on air at his statement. All of Mammon’s debt? You didn’t even dare imagine how many zeroes that number had attached and that fact alone made you pause. A greed demon like Valefar would not willingly give up a sum of that magnitude, so you shuddered to think about his next answer. “And if you win?”

“If I win,” he drawled, pausing either for dramatic effect or just to make you squirm in your seat a little (or perhaps both), “then you will spend an evening with me.”

“Spend an evening?” You were glad you hadn’t taken a sip of water after your little coughing fit or you might have done a spit take.

“Oh please, little lamb, where are your thoughts?” Valefar chuckled and the sound, as beautiful as it was, didn’t calm your nerves. “I was talking about dinner. We eat, we drink, we talk and see where the evening goes. Perhaps we can even consider what you had in mind.”

“I know what dinner is, thank you, I was just surprised,” you said before clearing your throat. Was he about to risk that much Grimm for a chance to take you out, basically?

“Excellent, so what do you say? Sounds fair, doesn’t it? Do we have a deal?” The way he tilted his head looked as innocent as it was deadly and when you didn’t outright refuse him, his smile revealed his sharp fangs. He knew he had won. “Come on, you can really only win here. Chances as favourable as these don’t come often.”

“Fine,” you agreed despite your gut feeling telling you otherwise.

“It’s a deal then,” Valefar concluded and held out his hand for you to take. With one glance out of the window revealing Mammon to be dangerously low on chips, you shook it…

…and shortly thereafter lost. By a landslide. 

“Oh dear, looks like the cards were in my favour this round,” the demon grinned, not a hint of remorse in sight. “I guess this concludes our little game… unless you feel like going double or nothing?”

Really, you should have seen this coming, you scolded yourself. Of course you hadn’t managed to win on dumb luck alone, not against someone like Valefar, who probably knew exactly how to play his cards right, literally. This was the exact reason people always warned you not to deal with the devil. After all, the house always won. 

“No, I think we should leave it at this. I know when I’ve lost,” you sighed, much to the amusement of the man in front of you. “Say, Valefar, why are you doing this? You could’ve asked for anything else.”

“Have you considered that I don’t want anything else?” His gaze was heavy on you, burning like coals when you met it and your blood seemingly heating up in return. Suddenly, you felt a strong sympathy for the lamb trapped by the lion.

“But.. why me? I mean,” you gestured to him and to your surroundings, “you could’ve asked anyone.”

“Do you really think I’d be satisfied with just ‘anyone’?” Valefar raised a perfectly-groomed eyebrow and mirrored your gesture. If it wasn’ t so obvious what he was implying, you would’ve kicked yourself for assuming someone would think this highly of you. Instead, your heart nearly jumped out of your throat. Then, however, he sighed and it dropped to your gut. “Well, if you really feel going on a single date with me is that repulsive, it cannot be helped–”

“No!” You surprised yourself with the steadiness and conviction in your voice, clearing your throat as you leaned back again. “No, that wasn’t what I was trying to say. I just didn’t think I was that interesting.” 

“Sweetheart, I told you I have an eye for that sort of thing,” he winked with one corner of his lips lifted as mirth danced in his bright eyes. Watching him comb through his dark hair with his fingers and leaving it slightly tousled, you thought you might actually have won your little bet. No way going out with someone like him could be considered a loss. Then, your gaze fell on his golden watch and something in your brain stirred.

“Oh shit!” Scrambling for your DDD, adrenaline shot through your veins when you saw the time. Lucifer was going to have your head for real. “I’m really sorry, but I have to go. I’d love to talk more–”

“-- but you’re being expected at home, I’d assume,” Valefar easily guessed. Rising from his seat, he offered his hand to you and promptly linked your arms when you gingerly took it, his warmth enveloping you even through the thick material of his suit. “Let me escort you to the door. It’s the least I can do after keeping you to myself for so long.”

When you stepped out of the elevator, you were already met with Mammon, who was arguing with one of the bouncers, tapping his foot impatiently. The Avatar of Greed didn’t notice you approaching, still guided by the casino owner, until said demon spoke up.

“Mammon, my friend, what a pleasure to see you tonight,” Valefar’s smooth voice passed the entrance area. Despite his friendly tone, Mammon tensed up at the sound. “I hear you’ve been wracking up quite the bill again, hm? Not to worry though, if you win big next time, it’ll be easy enough to settle.”

“Val, buddy–” At Mammon’s shaky voice you found it hard to believe he was the actual Avatar of Sin in this situation; the roles might as well be reversed at this point. “It’s nice ta see y– HEY WHY’RE YA SO CLOSE TO THE HUMAN? Ya need ta back up!”

“Hm? Oh this?” Valefar asked innocently, slightly lifting your still intertwined arms for emphasis. “Ah, I thought I might as well practise and get comfortable with this for when our actual date rolls around, isn’t that right sweetheart?”

You did not get the chance to respond.

“Date?! SWEETHEART?!” You weren’t sure what was more likely, Mammon popping a vein or him hitting something incredibly expensive as he flusteredly gestured with his hands. “Just what do ya think yer playin’ at here?”

“I’m not playing at anything,” the demon by your side appeased. “Asking someone out isn’t forbidden, is it? It’s not like you asked them out, did you?”

“Ah, n-no– A didn’t–”

“Well, then I don’t see where the problem is,” Valefar smiled his gorgeous smile as Mammon’s face fell. The former didn’t seem to pay him much attention though as he turned to you instead. “Again, it was a pleasure to finally meet you and I’m looking forward to learning more about you when it’s just the two of us. Don’t worry about the details, I’ll let you know when the  date is set. For now, please make sure to have a safe trip home.”

As he uncurled his arm from yours, his gloved hand lingered on yours and he gave it a fond squeeze. It distracted you from his other hand reaching up to gently caress the side of your face, his eyes tracing the movement of his thumb over your cheekbone. There wasn’t much time for you to savour the feeling or think about what to say, merely able to hastily wish him a good night as Mammon already dragged you out of the casino and onto the streets of the Devildom, bickering with you the entire way back to the House of Lamentation.

Back in the privacy of his room, Valefar stretched and cracked his neck both ways before letting out a sigh. Pouring himself another drink, he bid his assistant in as they knocked. “So, what’s the result?”

“Mammon lost double the amount compared to when the human was with him,” the shorter demon responded as Valefar took the report detailing his favourite customer’s spending and humming in contentment at the numbers. “Sir, if I may ask, was it really necessary to go this far? Distracting them is one thing but taking them out–”

“Hm? Oh that,” the demon nonchalantly acknowledged as he flicked some lint off his black suit. “The casino can run one night without me. But if I choose a time where Mammon normally comes in, we can get him alone again and you know what that means.

“Besides,the little lamb doesn’t gamble,” Valefar added, swirling the liquid in his glass. “So even if their little heart were to break, we’re not losing out on profit. On the contrary, the chances that they stay away from the Lion’s Share rise significantly, leaving the Avatar of Greed with no one to control his spending.”

On top of that, he hadn’t been lying when he said getting his hands on something someone else coveted always felt more exhilarating than simply winning the jackpot himself. Recalling the look on the other demon’s face, Valefar couldn’t hold back the grin splitting his lips.  

“The house wins.”

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Fuck it gonna put all my Tangled rants into a single thread that I'll just continue on if needed-

Oldest to newest btww (also spoilers most of these r about Eugene btw ik ik I'm a lil autistic spare me 💀)

That one part of Bruno is Orange but Eugene coded-

"Did you hear about that Father

Sent his own infant son away

And said "It's to *dangerous* for

you to stay so, I had to *save* you" "

I may be cringe but I am FREE

Yo omg ok so my brother is singin a Into the Woods song while I look at Tangled stuff n it made me remember a scene from the play where Gothel yells at the Prince "Rapunzel can think for herself!" n like- dude Cass said the same thing in Cassandra's Revenge to Eugene! Ooo girlll-

The way I would kill so many ppl if it meant getting a series about Lance n Eugene as kids like broooo imagineee-

Its crazy how like I'll be enjoying my day than suddenly I'll see a post of a mf going "Hey what if Eugene thought he was a yr younger cuz he was like a rlly scrawny kid?" Yeah ok sure n what if I hit u with a *metal pole*

My tangled ocs r so random its hilarious- like it goes from a bodyguard,a greedy businessman,a ringleader,n than that one serial killer who turns ppl into meat pies like how did we get here???? 😭🙏

I just remembered like just a few days ago my brother randomly said "vase" while playing Fortnite n my ass just said "vAHse" just to fck w/ him n like that kinda reminded me of that one scene of Eugene n Cass like damn they were sibling coded frrr lmao I miss em

Wdym there was a scrapped Eugene n Lance childhood episode??🧍And WDYM it's literally everything I ever wished for and more???????? 😃

Would love to see Eugene n Martin Kratt interact solely to see Martin be appalled n slowly lose his mind over how Eugene knows jackshit about animals 💀🙏

I think the Eugene genderbends look so weird to me because none of them kept the infamous goatee like cmon man don't be a coward give that girl some facial hair 🗣🗣

I should not be relating Heather's music to scenes from Tangled the Series yet here we r 😭

Omggg thinking about how Eugene proposing to Rapunzel in tts came from his abandonment issues n him literally not being able to see a life without Rapunzel omgg shut upppp leave me ALONEEE

Literally despise with every fiber of my being how the writers of the shitty Wreck it Ralph 2 movie had fcking RAPUNZEL of all ppl say "Do ppl assume all ur problems were solved just because a big strong man showed up?" They fcking HATEE the movie Tangled *so much* bro istggg

OMFG THE VOICE OF KING FREDRIC FROM TANGLED IS MR. FCKING KRABS WHAT?????

The way I wanna be bold n talk more about the "Over the Corona Walls" ep- esp about Staylan n Eugene n all the icky implications of that but I'm also so scared too cuz I fear ppl won't take me seriously or think I'm overanalyzing too much 😭🙏

Lowkey not over the fact Eugene was willing to trap himself back in an abusive relationship, "leaving" the one person he HAS died for n would die for again, all to save his best friend like bro don't TALK TO MEEEE

As u can tell I am totally normal n not at all ill about Eugene or this show 😁

What if I gave Eugene like- slight wedding trauma after the whole "Beyond the Corona Walls" incident??? I think it'd be kinda cool n in character ngll 🤭🤭

No but that prompt for the unaired Lance n Eugene episode STILL makes me so fcking ill bro stg can't STAND those mfss bro 😭😭

"And if I gave up on being *pretty* I wouldn't know how to be ALIVE" is SO Eugene coded idc idc idccccc

You think if I put Eugene Fitzherbert in The Amazing Digital Circus he'd be a walking dumpster fire considering he needs an identity to function n in TADC u like- quite literally don't have one??? 💀

Was listening to an audio last night n now I kinda wish we knew like- what Eugene's mom was actually *like* in a way considering I don't think her character was ever explored :((

Why is this plushie literally Eugene Fitzherbert omgg I want it nowwww

To the ppl who only see others as their pfps lowkey rlly hope y'all just see me as jester Eugene Fitzherbert cuz that'd be rlly funny n I'd love that 💀🙏 like yes I truly am just Eugene in a jester fit yappin my ass off on twitter dot com LMFAOOO (btw follow me @/theratbatjester)

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DEVANTÉ SWING x BLACK!FEM!OC

SUMMARY: in which Kierra and DeVanté have a toxic relationship, and no matter how much Kierra tries to leave, she falls back into his arms. ✨

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𝗞𝗜𝗘𝗥𝗥𝗔 laid in bed as her phone heavily buzzed on her bedside table, biting down on her lip and gripping the comforter covering her body to resist the temptation of answering her phone. it was around 3 A.M. and once she had finally drifted off to sleep, her phone jolted her awake. she knew it was no one other than DeVanté, and she tried her hardest not to fall into his arms for the millionth time.

Kierra and DeVanté's history wasn't too much. he was just too toxic for her liking. he didn't cheat, no. he was just... too unhealed to be in a relationship due to the arguments, accusations, and gaslighting.

Kierra did just fine without him though, and she managed to get back onto her feet. however... that didn't stop DeVanté from popping back up into her life. 2 months after they broke up, he texted one of the most infamous lines in relationship history: "i miss you."

Kierra held her ground and refused to feed into his antics, but not for very long. how did she fold? after DeVanté had called her phone for the fourth time, Kierra picked up the phone to tell him to leave her alone, but what he said next left her stuck due to the tone of voice he used.

"you tellin' me you don't miss me, baby? hm?" in the most seductive way he could possibly speak. how was Kierra not supposed to fold from the sound of his low voice? and in that tone... the tone that could make any woman drop to her knees... she stood no chance against him.

after that phone call, Kierra became brainwashed, and she fell right back into his arms. because of this slip-up, Kierra was now trapped in a cycle: she'd say she was done with him, then she'd get brainwashed, become weak in the knees, and end up in his bed, and the cycle repeated itself. her friends would label them as fuck buddies because of this, but she couldn't help but fall into his arms due to how good his sex was. it left her attached... FEENIN', if you will.

she had to fight between her brain and her vagina every time he reached out to her. it was like he was her POISON, and she couldn't get enough of it. this caused her mind to replay the same question: should she stand her ground or listen to her hormones?

let's find out.

snatching up her phone, Kierra repositioned herself in her bed as she picked up DeVanté's sixth call, gently gnawing on her bottom lip before she parted her lips to speak.

"...hello?"

"i was startin' to think you wasn't gon' pick up, beautiful." his honey vocals poured in Kierra's eardrum, and she could sense a smile on his face as she bit her lip to suppress her rising hormones.

"what do you want, DeVanté?" Kierra muttered, twirling one of her black box braids around her finger, as DeVanté let out a soft chuckle.

"i wanna come see you, pretty girl. is that a'ight with'chu?" DeVanté asked, causing Kierra to freeze up at the question.

her lips sat ajar as she internally fought with herself to figure out what to say. it would be nice to have him over... but she knew she'd regret it in the morning. his sex could satisfy her... but she'd regret it in the morning. she missed the feeling of his lips on hers... but. she'd. regret it. in. the morning.

"...i don't know about that, De."

"look... i know it's late, but i miss you, Ki'. and i know you miss me too. so, let's close the distance between us and let me come see you, baby." DeVanté bargained, causing Kierra to bite down on her lip while she pushed her thighs together to reduce the throbbing.

she could hear a bit of vulnerability in his voice, but she knew it was all a lie. it was one of the manipulative tactics he did. it was his way to guilt-trip you, or better yet, to get you to embrace him with open arms.

and that's exactly what Kierra did.

"...fine. hurry up before i change my mind."

—

the front door was opened and quickly shut, and Kierra knew it wasn't anybody but DeVanté. she didn't question how on earth he got a key to her house because she knew it was the key she gave him when they were together. she didn't think he still had it, but he did, and it wasn't very shocking that he did.

not only did he have a key to her house, but she also has one to his as well.

his shoes gently hit the stairs with each step he took, which added sound to the quiet house. despite the quietness, Kierra was wide awake, and DeVanté knew this. because of their phone call 10 minutes ago, he knew she wasn't asleep that fast. she wasn't one who could fall asleep very quickly, and that was one of the details DeVanté remembered about her.

DeVanté arrived at her doorway and two lovers locked eyes, the moonlight shining through Kierra's curtains and adding some light into the room while the two stared holes into one another silently. DeVanté's body adorned a jacket, a white tank top, a pair of jeans, and beige Timberlands while Kierra was dressed in a 'Jodeci' shirt and a pair of underwear with a bonnet on her head.

his hazel eyes beamed at her underneath the majestic lighting of the moon and he soon removed himself from the doorway, walking towards the bed that Kierra sat on. no words were spoken between the two, yet the sexual tension was extremely high, and they knew a way to fix it.

sitting next to her, Kierra sat Indian-style to give the light-skinned male some room to get close to her and their eyes never left each other's as DeVanté held his hand out, signaling for her to rest her face there. he did this a lot, for many different reasons though. sometimes he wanted to admire her, and at other times he wanted to kiss her.

this time, it was a mixture of the two.

DeVanté stared at her as his eyes traveled all over her face, starting at her pretty brown eyes and ending at her two-toned plump lips. his thumb gently caressed the side of her face as he lightly nudged her closer, her face coming closer to his while his other hand removed her bonnet and placed it on her bedside table.

Kierra's braids cascaded down her back as her clitoris began beating as fast as her heart, her eyes staring the handsome man in his face and waiting for him to make a move... any move. her breathing changed from steady to heavy and her lips gently parted from her sudden breathing change as DeVanté glanced down at her lips before looking into her eyes, a small smirk crossing his face once he realized she was growing needy under his touch.

"do it. i know you want to." on cue with his mutter, Kierra cupped his face in her hand and attached their lips, sparks flowing inside the kiss as his hand moved down from her face to her neck. a low moan fell from Kierra's lips once his hand applied pressure to her neck and DeVanté lightly smirked as he kicked off his boots and pulled the blankets back from Kierra's body, opening her legs and crawling between them while he laid her down on the queen mattress.

Kierra's hands gripped the collar of his jacket and she pulled it down his shoulders as DeVanté shimmed his arms out of the leather material and Kierra tossed it to the floor before her fingers clutched his tank top, tugging at it and signaling for him to remove it.

DeVanté wasted no time ripping the tank top in half and tossing it onto the floor as he flipped the two over, leaving him on his back and Kierra on top of him. Kierra rested her hands on his tattooed chest as DeVanté's hands slid down from her back to her ass, gripping both of her cheeks in both his hands and earning a feeble whimper from Kierra.

"i want you on my face. now."

—

"D-DeVanté! oh, my gosh, just like that!" Kierra moaned loudly, clutching her headboard in both hands, as DeVanté sloppily feasted on her wet sex, some of her juices dripping down his chin while he tightly gripped her hips.

her moans and whimpers blared out in the quiet room as DeVanté slurped up her sweet nectar like no tomorrow, his hands occasionally slipping down to her ass and giving it a squeeze or a slap.

"Deeeeeee, f-fuck." Kierra whined, her hips gently bucking on his face, as DeVanté's nails lightly dug into her hips and she moaned at the pleasurable pain it gave off, resting her head on her headboard while her body temperature started to rise.

❝ EVERY TIME WE LINK UP, IT'S ONLY US THERE. WE'RE THINKING, WILL WE GET THERE? IS IT WRONG? IS IT RIGHT? ❞

"aahhhh..." DeVanté's tongue slithered back and forth against her clitoris repeatedly and his wet muscle gently flicked the pulsing nub as Kierra let out a loud cry, her back arching and her vision faltering while her eyes rolled back.

"D-DeVanté! oh, my— yes! yes! ugh, G-God, yes!" Kierra cried, tears pricking at her eyes, as DeVanté smacked and gripped her ass, earning a whimper from the woman while he grinded her vulva against his mouth.

"you taste so good, my love." DeVanté muttered against her, tracing her clit in circles with his thumb, as Kierra's hips jolted at the contact and her brows furrowed, her jaw dropping agape once she felt DeVanté's tongue inside her folds.

❝ YOU KNOW THAT I MISS YOU, BUT I BE GETTING MIXED SIGNALS. WHY YOU SLOW DOWN? DON'T STOP THIS GREEN LIGHT. ❞

Kierra's body began to seize up and DeVanté noticed this, looking up at her while he smirked against her other set of lips. he watched her face scrunch up in pleasure as her lips sat open with no sound exiting them. tears now streamed down her rosy face and her grip on the headboard tightened as her eyes screwed shut and she gritted her teeth before a loud moan fell from her lips, her stomach caving in while the muscles in it convulsed.

"i- i'm cumming! i'm c-cumming! i'm— o-oh, my g-gosh— DeVanté!" Kierra shouted, electricity shooting through her body, as her movements halted and her honey flowed down on DeVanté's lips, his tongue sticking out of his mouth while he caught her rainfall.

"there you go, pretty girl. gimme all that sweet shit." DeVanté cooed, running his tongue over his lips before biting down on his bottom lip, as he continued to gently rub her swollen bud in circles and Kierra sighed, her body coming down from its high while she relaxed against DeVanté's face.

❝ NOW YOU CALLING ME SPECIAL, WHEN YOU KNOW I CAN'T HAVE YOU. ❞

noticing her now relaxed demeanor, DeVanté lifted her from his face as he laid her near the end of the bed on her stomach, soft pants falling from her lips while beads of sweat clouded around her hairline. laying her head on the pulled-back sheets, Kierra lazily looked back at DeVanté and watched him strip from his pants, biting down on her lip once his v-line was exposed to her. feeling eyes bore into him, DeVanté looked up from his actions and his eyes locked with hers, causing a smirk to spread across his face, as he removed his boxers from his lower half and tossed them on the floor with the rest of his clothes, his length hardened and standing tall while his veins lightly throbbed and his pink tip gently leaked with pre-ejaculation.

"arch that shit, mama," an arch quickly found its way to the woman's back, and this made the man chuckle while he came up behind her, "good girrrl."

Kierra felt a hand on her hip and a tip rubbing against her folds, making her whimper while she slightly wiggled her hips, "please..."

❝ WHEN I'M ON TO THE NEXT ONE, OH, NOW YOU WAN' GET AGGRESSIVE? ❞

"please what, sweet thing?" DeVanté smirked, biting down his lip at the woman, as he tapped his dick on Kierra's clitoris and she gasped softly while her hip lightly jolted at the impact.

"please put it in." Kierra whimpered softly, earning a small smile from her lover, as DeVanté placed his length at the woman's entrance and gradually slipped inside, a small groan coming from his lips once her walls contracted around him.

Kierra's jaw dropped and her eyes rolled as her brows furrowed and her arch deepened, the feeling of DeVanté's phallus stretching her out overwhelming her while she gently gripped the sheets. his strokes started slow to get the woman used to his big size, but they began to slowly speed up to a steady pace as DeVanté wrapped her hair around his hand and pulled her head back, his hand sliding from her hair to her neck while he pulled her up to his chest. slurred moans and whimpers fell from a dazed Kierra's parted lips as DeVanté bit his lip at her before moaning her name, his other hand caressing her left breast while his fingertips gently tugged at her nipple.

❝ OOH, FUCK DO YOU MEAN? YOU KEEP ON MAKING ME LEAVE. NIGHTMARES TURNED INTO A DREAM. ❞

"f-fuck... you look so pretty wit' that slutted-out look on yo' face. mmh, and you feel so good around me. you're so damn good, baby." DeVanté moaned out, squeezing the sides of her neck, as he began grinding his hips against her ass and Kierra let out a squeal, her hand lightly latching around DeVanté's wrist while her vision turned blurry.

"...D-De... mmh... s-so good..." Kierra softly slurred, completely in a daze, as DeVanté softly chuckled at her senselessness and planted kisses on the side of her face and neck, gently biting down on different parts of her neck and marking his territory.

Kierra's eyes fluttered and she let out small whimpers every time DeVanté's canines dug into her neck as her arm wrapped around his neck and she pulled him closer, her English slowly started to deteriorate the longer he was fucking her. she could hardly think straight, and hearing her thoughts was out of the question. it was like she was under hypnosis. the more he thrusted, the more her body craved for him to do it again. it was a continuous cycle, and that's exactly why she couldn't leave him alone.

because of how good he made her body feel.

❝ IF YOU'RE SO TOXIC TO ME, WHAT AM I FEENING? ❞

"mmm, you get so nasty for me, baby. this pussy get so wet fa' me and you lose all yo' control. such a pretty lil' slut, hm?" DeVanté whispered in her ear, teasing her, as he smirked and gently kissed her earlobe, "you hear what i'm sayin', baby?"

"DeVanté! oh, God, yes!" Kierra moaned loudly, her body beginning to jolt in his arms, as her eyes rolled back and DeVanté let out a soft chuckle, her grip tightening on his wrist while she tossed her head back against his broad shoulder.

"stop callin' for God, baby, he can't help you now."

❝ 'CAUSE I THOUGHT IT WAS OVER. GOT ME THINKING MY FEELINGS OVER. YOU KEEP DOIN' IT OVER AND OVER. YOU KEEP CALLING ME BACK. ❞

suddenly, DeVanté pinned Kierra on the mattress and held her down by the middle of her back, his thrusts taking a small intermission and slowing down while he leaned down to her ear.

"don't call out for him. call out for me. tell me how good i'm makin' you feel, beautiful. talk to me and let me know sum'." raising from his leaned down position, DeVanté's strokes gained momentum and his hips snapped into Kierra's at a quick pace, making her go speechless while her hands tightly gripped the sheets underneath her. her eyes rolled back and she began to spit out gibberish as her lips sat agape, his phallus sliding so deep that it may have even grazed her soul.

the bed rocked back and forth due to DeVanté's monster strokes and the headboard began slamming against the cream-colored room, which may or may not leave a mark, as drool slipped from Kierra's lips and she began to lose feeling in her legs, the gushiness of her pussy airing out into the room while the atmosphere began to smell like sex.

❝ I'M JUST TRYNA GET CLOSURE, BUT YOU'RE PULLING ME CLOSER AND CLOSER. PHONE RINGING, LIKE, OVER AND OVER. 'CAUSE YOU KEEP CALLING ME BACK. ❞

"you'resodeep, sodeep, sofucking— ugh! s-s-so d-dee- D-DeVanté!" Kierra stuttered out in a moan, tears falling down her face for a second time, as a rough smack was placed on her as and she squealed loudly, her asscheek stinging while his handprint formed on the fragile skin.

"how deep am i, suga'? hm? where you feelin' me at? you feelin' me in all them good spots, mama?" DeVanté cooed, slapping her ass for a second time, as Kierra cried out loudly and her body tingled underneath his touch while she lost the feeling in her lips.

Kierra tried her best to form words, but to no avail, as she sobbed loudly, her body being pushed into overstimulation while her grip tightened on the sheets. her knuckles nearly turned white due to her tight grip and around 2-3 of her acrylics popped off and hit the floor, making her grateful that her nails weren't freshly done or she would be in pain. she sniffled through her moans and whimpers and she cried out DeVanté's name for the millionth time tonight as the bed fastly rocked beneath her, another one of her nails popping off and hitting the floor while DeVanté gripped her asscheek and rubbed the area he previously hit.

❝ LA-LA-LA-LA-LA-LA-LA. ❞

"aww, baby, what'chu cryin' for?" DeVanté cooed with a smirk, looking down at her teary-eyed face, as Kierra looked back at him before her body convulsed, making her cry out.

"b-becauseitfeelsogood!" Kierra's words came out as jumbled, but DeVanté understood her loud and clear, as he softly chuckled and sneakily slid deeper, causing his phallus to slam right into her g-spot.

this. this is why Kierra was so stuck. the way DeVanté fucked her made her indecisive on if she wanted to go through with cutting him off or not. she knew it was good for her mentally, but physically, she knew it wouldn't do any good for her. he might've been toxic and he might not be stable enough for a relationship, but when he fucked you, you'd be dumb enough to stick around and listen to every word he said, and that was the cycle Kierra was stuck in. and she didn't know how she'd escape it. he might not be good for her mentally, but physically, he was the right man for the job, and Kierra settled for it.

she'd answer every single call he made, just as long as she got a taste of his POISON.

❝ WHY YOU KEEP CALLING ME... BACK? ❞

[whowantslovergirl]

Stacy’s Mom

Lip Gallagher x Mom! Reader (reader is female with she/her pronouns)

warnings: cursing, in lips POV and third person for like one part so mostly lips POV, kinda weird, reader is a milf in this, random oc named Stacy, YOU ARE THE MOM NOT STACY, i love this song, hope you enjoy my lovers 🤍 miscellaneous masterlist

Summary: Lip is in love with his girlfriend Stacy…..’s mom

posted: March 3,2024

Lip recently started dating this girl Stacy. She was cute, sexy, rich as hell, had a great body, and very easy on the eyes. It’s still mystery why someone like her goes to this shitty school. But absolutely no one was complaining, but when word got around that Lip got with Stacy he started hearing the same thing over and over again.

“Stacy's mom has got it goin' on.”

“Stacy's mom has got it goin' on”

“Stacy's mom has got it goin' on”

“Stacy's mom has got it goin' on”

What the fuck is this talk about her mom?

LIPS POV

“Wanna come over later?” I asked Stacy just to hang out and hopefully more. “Oh sorry Lippie, my mom is picking me up and she will definitely say no.” My ears perked I can finally see the infamous milf. “Is she coming now?” She nodded and right on cue, there she is.

“Stacy! Let’s go! I have a meeting!”

Oh my goddd.

She’s so sexy, definitely in her 30s, has a bmw, a dress that accentuates all her curves.

Stacy’s mom is hot. Like very very hot.

“Lip come on!” She’s rushing me to her mom. She’s even hotter up close. “Oh! Is this the new boyfriend?. What’s your name?” She took off her glasses and oh my god her eyes. So fucking mesmerizing. She snapped in front of my face bringing me back to life. “What’s your name?”

“Oh it’s Lip.” She made a disgusted face. “That’s not your real name is it? How high were your parents?” I let out a little laugh. “It’s actually Philip.” She just nodded and grabbed Stacy. “Well we have a drive so bye Philip!”

I think I’m in love.

______

After I met Stacy’s mom I had a weird attraction to her. Like this is my girlfriend’s mom but I can’t help but to think about her.

______

I’m hanging out with Stacy, just talking but I can’t help but ask

“Did your mom get back from her business trip?” She looked at me weird but just nodded. “Why do you wanna know?” I just shrugged. “Just wanted to know. I never got her name so literally was just curious.”

“Oh well her name is Y/n and you can call her that she doesn’t like being called Ms. or Mrs. makes her feel old.”

“Oh how old is she?”

“32 had me at 14.” My eyes widened. “Yea but just ask her she’s more open about it. Now let’s stop talking about by mom.”

But I don’t want too.

______

“Ian I’m telling you her mom is absolutely gorgeous.” He just looked at me weird.

“I’m telling you man Stacy's mom has got it goin' on”

“Dude you realize that crushing on a mom and not just any mom. Your girlfriends.”

“You know what we’re gonna go over right now and you’ll see.” He just got up and we were on our way.

______

“I didn’t know Stacy lived on the North side.” I knocked on the door and her mom answered in a robe barely covering anything one bend and you can see everything. Her hair is all messed up but in a hot way. She looked like a cover to playboy bunny.

“Philip? What are you doing here?” I just stare even Ian looks aroused. “And who’s this?” She said pointing to Ian.

“Oh my brother and I was wondering if Stacy was home.”

“No she’s at dance practice so bye Philip.” She closed the door. Ian just started laughing. “Oh my god! I would totally become straight for her.”

“I’m telling you man she's all I want.” And I've waited for so long.

How can a mom be that hot?”

______

I just want to sit Stacy down and just say ‘Stacy, can't you see? You're just not the girl for me.’

I know it might be wrong but

I'm in love with Stacy's mom

______

“Hey Lip I was wondering if you could mow our lawn? My mom will pay you 50 bucks a hour.”

I instantly said yes. Not for the money but for the mom.

______

I was mowing the lawn and it’s been two hours and I still haven’t seen Y/n.

“Hey Philip!” I look over and it was no other than Y/n and she had just a towel on. You can see some water droplets on her thighs.

Thank god I’m far enough that she can’t see my hard on.

Since I was shirtless I can see her staring.

“Nice pack.” She winked. “Oh thanks.”

"Oh! And you missed a spot over there." She just walked away and her towel went up a little and I can see half her ass.

Oh my godddd

______

After I was done she paid me and was gonna leave but I stopped her. “Hey can I ask you some questions?”

“Of course! What do you wanna know?”

“Um Stacy told me that you were young when you had her and I wanted to know how it happened?”

“Well it was at a birthday party we both knew the person and that’s how we met and I thought sex at 14 was cool but it obviously wasn’t.” She laughed and I smiled.

“And why does Stacy go to south side?”

“Her father grew up there and I think it’s a little rude to just completely take him out of her life.”

“Then he left when he found out so I just fended for myself after that.”

“I would never do something like that to you Y/n.” She just smiled at me and looked at my lips. I got closer and closer then we kis-

“Lip! Come here!” I hear Stacy calling me and I just groaned and Y/n laughed and walked away.

And Stacy is cute and all but since your dad walked out your mom could use a guy like me.

______

After my almost kiss with Y/n. I’ve been over way too much. Given each other stolen glances. Teasing each other. Yes it’s bad but it feels so good.

Me and Stacy were watching a movie and she fell asleep. I slowly got up so I didn’t wake her and went to kitchen.

“Oh hey Philip.” Y/n was there in a black pajama set barely covering anything. “What are you doing up?” I just shrugged and walked over to her.

“If this about what happened the other day don’t even think about it, I was vulnerable and you were there and I couldn’t do anything to you even if I wanted too.”

“Why?”

“Because Lip! You are my daughter’s boyfriend and I would never do anything like that.”

“You know this is the first time you called me Lip.” I walked closer one push and we would be on top of each other. She rolled her eyes and tried to leave but I grabbed her arm. She looked at my lips and I looked at hers. I heard whisper ‘fuck it’ and she grabbed the back of my neck and kissed me.

I groaned into her mouth and she giggled. I move my hands to her waist then to her thighs and picked her up and gently put her on the kitchen counter.

Stacy, can't you see? You're just not the girl for me

I know it might be wrong but

I'm in love with Stacy's mom

“I think I am in love with you Y/n.”

“Shut up.”

______

After our kiss and fucking. She texted me anytime she needed me. Mostly when Stacy was at dance class.

______

“Hey baby.” She smiled and grabbed me by my shirt and slammed the door and we started to make out.

“Wait wait.” She pulled away. “What Lip? Is something wrong?” I nodded and she took my hand and we went her bedroom and I sat down and she straddled me. My hands immediately went to her waist and she was playing with my hair. “What’s wrong? Did I do something?”

I shook my head. “When I said I was in love with you I meant it.” Her eyes widened. “Been ever since you came to pick up Stacy.”

“No no no no no.” She got off me and put her hands in her hair. “Lip are you fucking kidding me?! Get out!” I tried to talk but she just doesn’t care. “Out!”

And that was the end of us.

______

After that Y/n told Stacy that she can’t see me anymore so I got broken up with. After all I'm in love with Stacy's mom. Still.

An: AHHHHHH i lowkey gave up but HOPED YOU ENJOY MY LOVERSSS 🤍

[betasuppe]

Torn as fuck between three brain worms of focusing my every waking thought between:

OC story where a random barista named Gloria finds herself chosen by an infamous serial killer to be their newest opponent in battle of wits, right after the detective who had been leading the case over the past decade mysteriously commits suicide... & Gloria's life takes a wild turn as the serial killer begins to invade her life in more ways than one.

Newly reimagined Champion Emmet & Mina story! Cat & mouse type insanity between times & realities, in which Champ Em hops realities chasing after Mina as she accidentally blasts through times from being forcefully spliced with Dialga. There's also this reality's Ingo & Emmet at play here too, all the while, Champ Em is trying to rework it all to his advantage so he can have the happy ending he couldn't work out in his own reality... but this damn girl keeps getting in the way!!!!

& Flint & Rinz/Rinn... specifically evil!Flint & his Rinz, who is loyal beyond a doubt & starved for his user's love & will do anything to recapture Flint's eye♡ & e!Flint who's busy being sexy & having fun & not at all yet realized the masked showman he's been spending all his time with might just be the program he's been in love with for years. I love the thought of Tr.on fighting with revealing himself but also, he's horrible enamored with how close Flint will let him get as Rinzl.er... & wondering how much further things could go if Tr.on keeps playing the role of Rinz...

It's fucking evil all I wanna do is draw & write but instead all I can do is think about this shit & can't even decide one particular line of thought to over focus on x00000

[rogueshadeaux]

Slllliiiiiides over here. Hi hello. I don't think I'll do a bad karma run (IM SORRY. IM SORRY!!) cause a) I'm a wimp and b) I need to get off videogames as soon as I'm done cause I've spent too much time playing lately lmao BUT I will be watching playthrougs cause I gotta know how fucked up he gets.... I gotta know...

To clarify i have a pre existing oc from a story that could be very easily flung into a vat of "au juice" because she's already halfway there in her own cannon LMAO we shall see, for now I have a huge list of things I want to draw for this game so I gotta finish 2 before I explode then I can unleash myself on art again. Gotta feed the discord now. I'm cooking for a crowd.

hi i've been dead for 8 days and recuperating for two lol I understand life stuff (and saw some references to it on your timeline, like the warhammer stuff and the tarot card thing??? bro that shit looks so good!!) as someone that literally shared your stuff and then got ripped away for my own life happenings lmfao. But if you get the chance in the future? Seriously, try an evil karma inF2 run. There's something about how they balanced the story that puts its predecessor AND sequel to shame. They're the same story, but different tales. They have the same goal, but different goalposts. SPP gives you a well-thought-out storyline that both is cohesive, but feels like your choices actually matter. It has none of the "I can help this old lady...or kick her fucking dog lol" of inFAMOUS 1, or the "I will fight for the tribe but literally do everything wrong. everywhere. because I'm a Bad Boy™" of inFAMOUS: Second Son. The choices feel real. They feel sound. They feel like the choices a man wronged by the world would make, if he decided to turn to his harbored resentment instead of his morality. And let's be honest, Cole also feels more morally gray in inF2 than 1 anyways, so seeing the path he takes is great because it genuinely feels like he's done with the accumulation of every shitty situation that has happened to him. And I'm sure you know how the story ends now, so...don't you wanna see what happens if he chose the other option? (pls tell me you haven't watched the playthrough yet lmfao)

Anyways yeah no I totally get life shit, it loves to pull you away from stuff, and also as someone only just now trying to do the bad options in Detroit: Become Human despite getting the game at launch because I need 6 years of preparation to be the bad guy, I understand the wimp bit too. It's hard to be mean sometimes. But with Cole's inF2 story, it doesn't feel mean. It feels like a desperate man, trying to fight for a future he's not convinced cares about him.

And yes oh my god please keep creating lmfao we all love your art so goddamn much. Don't leave this fandom you're now a very important asset. And it's always a good thing, throwing old friends into new situations! I love an OC in a wardrobe change. That's usually the best translation. Think a bit harder about forcing that OC into a new role. Shove her ass onto the stage. We'd all love her.

[dandyd]

Fic Recs!

Hi! This is just a masterlist of all of my favorite works (some Tumblr wouldn't let me reblog :( so I'm putting them here too)! It's more or less a way for me to find my favs easier, but if you find this and wanna snoop through, you're more than welcome to!

Everything that is indented will be what the fic is about/a synopsis.

Ps. I categorize "full fics" as anything with more than 1 part or a series

Kpop

Full fics

Stray Kids

Sanguis Limerence - (Vampire!chan x reader x Vampire!minho)

"You have a job to do. That job is simple, in of itself. Yet the elusive vampire family you find yourself entangled with, the target of your job, makes things anything but straightforward. Can you traverse the thin lines between right and wrong when harsh truths are exposed and realities come to light? Can you resist the allure of danger, the appeal of the unknown? Experience this story of unlikely friendships, lurking threat, and entirely unexpected love."

SKZ Imprinted - (werewolf!skz x reader)

Individual stories that have OC’s in your place if you want to read the others’ stories! I highly recommend reading them all in order to get everyone’s full story! This writer also has a Seventeen Imprinted series that is also SO good! (Everything they write is amazing!)

Red Moon - (Werewolf!SKZ x reader) (Yes, all of them. But mainly Chan and Hyunjin)

"Hana’s life was planned out perfectly. She would marry the pack alpha, become Luna and do her duties. But the appearance of a mysterious stranger turns her life inside out she finds herself outcast and alone. Will she find her new home in Chan and his pack of strays? Will she find what she’s been looking for all along in the mysterious alpha? Or will everything crumble under her again?"

Bite Me - (vampire!felix x reader)

"you're more than familiar with the concept of 'beards' - you've been one for a few of your gay friends to protect them from the suspicious glares of their families within the horribly conservative korean society. however when lee felix - infamous at yonsei for breaking men's hearts - asks you, someone he has spoken to maybe twice, to pretend to date him so he can shake the rumours and prove he really isn't gay, you find yourself caught up in a very complex situation, a mild identity crisis and… wait - are those fangs???"

Light in the Dark - (Vampire!chan x reader)

"You knew the fairy tales were true, you knew Oddinaries existed but you also knew you were an ordinary human who wasn't considered interesting to anyone. At least that is what you thought you knew." (all of skz are different supernatural creatures) (a person who has AMAZING stuff!)

A Thump in the Night - (vampire!hyunjin x reader) (going to be more than one part?)

Uninvited - (Hybrid!chan x witch!reader) (ft. Vampire!felix, Vampire!hyunjin, and witch!jisung)

Unhinged - sequel to uninvited^

No Nut November with SKZ

This is a series of imagines (one per member) of the boys participating in nnn and it is pure glorious filth.

Hierarchy - (Mafia!Changbin x reader) (kinda mafia!felix x reader)

"You have always been utterly uninteresting, safely boring as close. You had a normal job, normal friends and the sweetest bestie on the planet but now everything is upside down and that best friend of yours is far more dangerous than you could have ever imagined." (All of their stuff is SO good so I tagged the whole masterlist but this is very specifically about Hierarchy)

Ateez

Blinding Lights -  (mafia!Seonghwa x reader) (also kinda a hongjoong x reader)

"You are your father’s daughter. he taught you everything - how to lie, how to steal, how to kill. but after your younger sister’s marriage, it was only a matter of time before you were paired off with someone. your parents arrange a marriage with a powerful and dangerous up-and-comer who is determined to dethrone your father as king of the underworld. your match is a no-brainer - you and park seonghwa are not only perfect together, you are the best. The two of you are like new royalty - and you would stop at nothing to keep control."

Horizon - (pirate!hongjoong x reader)

"Once a princess of a kingdom you loathed to call yours, you have somehow found yourself aboard a pirate ship, stuck on the ocean waves. Now you try to figure out how to escape them, but as you continue to journey with them, you find yourself wondering if you even want to."

Treasure - (pirate!hongjoong x reader)

"The formidable pirate king Hongjoong and his crew aboard the ATEEZ are in search of something left by their mentor and forebear, Eden. Will they find Eden and his treasure or will they succumb to the many enemies and dangers of the seas, losing their way and each other?"

Pirate King - (pirate!ateez x reader)

"Life as an amnesiac on board a pirate ship ruled by the one and only Pirate King doesn’t seem very promising, but hey, anything’s better than becoming shark food." (honestly the best thing I have ever read)

Instructions Unclear - (android!San x reader)

"While walking home from work one day, you stumble upon an android from the world up-top, a world you were sure you would never be able to experience. once he opens his eyes, you become his master."

NCT

NCT as werewolves

A series of fic with beautiful moodboards/aesthetics to go with!

Vigilantes - (NCT x Superpowered!reader)

NCT werewolf au

"In a world where omega werewolves are a commodity and alphas can go feral/crazy with the need to ‘breed’ them when they’re in heats, things are rough for a pack of 23 alphas." (Each fic can stand alone, but they are in chronological order) (Johnny’s is a personal fav)

Humanity - (Kun x reader) (zombie apocalypse au)

"This is a story dedicated to people and their silly ventures and ways—hope, fear, familiarity, and adoration. Nothing short of catastrophic, but nothing short of human."

Stay Alive - (NCT Dream x platonic!reader)

"Nobody was ready for a zombie apocalypse. you were definitely not ready for a zombie apocalypse. while contemplating just giving up and accepting your fate, you meet a group of boys. life may seem pointless now, but at the very least, you now have a reason to stay alive."

Others (and multiples)

Post Mortem (Haechan x reader) (Zombie apocalypse au) (ft. skz and the dreamies)

Blood Red Skies - (Mafia! Bang Chan x reader) (mafia!skz, mafia!ateez, pirate!ateez)

"Spending most her time in the library and doing anything to keep herself distracted from her life is what Y/N has learned over the years but the situation changed in a matter of seconds and never did she even think of coming face to face with a mafia. She has to make the decision for her life which seems like it will be no different from what it already is." (All of their stuff is good but Blood Red Skies is at the bottom of their masterlist)

The Last of Us - (Kim Taehyung x reader) (zombie apocalypse au)

Dead by Dawn - (Kim Namjoon x reader) (zombie apocalypse au)

"You start to notice things in your small town turn weird. Thinking not much of it, you continue to live as you had been for the past couple of years. What happens when your simple conclusions turn into something more terrifying?"

Survive the apocalypse with BTS

A list of zombie fics

Imagines

Stray Kids

Heartbeat - (Chan x reader)

just a cute rainy day fic

Bad Neighborhood - (mafia!Changbin x reader)

Lost Notebook - (chan x reader) (zombie apocalypse au)

"It’s the end of the world as you know it. You’re alone and overhear a dangerous conversation. Should you help them?"

Vampire!hyunjin x reader (Genius writer. I love all of their stuff! just fluffy goodness)

Vampire!felix x reader (more fluffy goodness)

Dad!minho (pure fluff)

Minho x reader

Dad!chan x reader (he is lowkey a "single" dad but he has you)

Cute lil stragazing with Felix drabble

Excuses - (minho x reader)

"You ask your boyfriend for some private dancing lessons, and although he hears you loud and clear, he still manages to believe you're just making up excuses for him to come over."

Where the sun don't shine - (dad!chan x reader)

It really isn't about him or the reader but about their 2 kids going to school. This person has so much dad!skz stuff and they are all so cute!

On My Mind - (roommate!jisung x reader) (college au)

"You and Jisung are stressed over your upcoming exams. You need to clear your heads, but you can't find anything that works. That is, until Jisung suggests watching porn together."

Exhaustion - (best friend!chan x reader) (college au/f2l)

Random texts with skz

Ateez

Illuminate the ocean - (Pirate!Seonghwa x Pirate!reader)

"Seonghwa absolutely hates the idea of having a new captain on board 'Precious' with him and his crew, but he doesn't have a choice because you had insisted. You have a feeling that he isn't as bad as he makes himself seem and you're proven right through nightmares and colourful jellyfish…"

boxer!Yunho x reader (f2l)

Monster Energy Girl - (yunho x mingi x fem!reader) (college au/crack)

Entropy - (Mafia!yeosang x reader)

"Things never went according to plan; career wise, family wise, relationship wise and especially not when you were suddenly saddled with an infant to raise but you learned to roll with the punches. except the next challenge you were about to face wasn't a punch, it was a machine gun."

Dad!yunho x reader

"You come home to find your house a mess, your three girls nowhere in sight and in the middle of the chaos, your loving husband, Yunho, restrained and gagged."

Figure it Out - (streetfighter!Mingi x reader) 

"Fighting is tough, fighting illegally isn’t any better but Mingi soon realizes that he’s one bad fight away from losing the most important thing: you."

Eternal Sunshine - (hongjoong x reader)

"You and Hongjoong meet on the train and instantly connect, going from friends to more. however, you're both plagued by a past that you do not remember, and when you both start to dig into it, you realise that your pasts may be connected and the situation might be graver than you thought."

NCT

See You Around - (Superhero!Jaehyun x Superhero!reader)

"You were once part of the world’s most renowned superhero organization,  NCTsuper. Now centuries later, you’re still alive and you don’t know where anyone else is or if they are immortal like you too. The last person you expected to see after all these centuries was a member of  NCTSuper, nonetheless your biggest rival within the organization. You really don’t want to talk to him, but you really need that milk."

Jaehyun x reader

Morning with jaehyun featuring an adorable little girl.

Not a Single Dandelion - (johnny x reader) (best friends to lovers)

"Johnny Suh has always been your whole entire sun, moon and all of the stars above. wishing for his feelings to finally be reciprocated is no use as you repeat the same ritual every year - not a single dandelion is on your side when you ask the solemn question and blow on the seeds, watching them fly away with your passing youth. years go by, yet, the question is still the same- does johnny suh finally love you back?"

Cry Wolf - (werewolf!haechan x hunter!reader)

"You keep running into an annoying, naked guy in the woods. Him being a werewolf is no excuse, at least not for the annoying part."

Phenomena - (conspiracytheorist!johnny x doctor!reader)

"The majority of your adult life you’ve been practically married to logic and science. until your superiors at the FBI assign you to work with special agent johnny suh on the so-called x-files project—cases that were never solved due to unexplained phenomena. as time goes by, and you chase case after case, you find yourself drifting further from logic… and closer to johnny."

Others

Lets mate.. I mean DATE - (werewolf!Jackson Wang x reader)

"Jackson has been working for you for months now and things have been going perfectly well, up until a single moment turns his world upside down. Suddenly all that occupies his mind and floods his senses is you and he’s going to lose his mind if he doesn’t figure out why."

Practice Makes Perfect - (Yoo Kihyun x reader)

"Kihyun catches your eye at the pool. You unexpectedly find yourself needing a very specific type of attention from this friend of a friend, and he is happy to help."

Pronoia - (Kim Namjoon x reader)

zombie apocalypse au/college au

Family Traditions - (Park Jinyoung x reader)

fluffy meeting the family trope

All About Luv

A collection of imagines from different groups based on Monsta X’s All About Luv album

Fanart

Bomb ass SKZ moodboards (skz x the walking dead)

1, 2, 3

Gods Menu

Lee Minho

Mark Lee

Marvel

Full fics

I Understand - (Bucky barnes x stark!reader)

"You’re the daughter of Tony Stark, and after meeting the Avengers for the first time, you begin to fall for the one who your father despises most…Bucky Barnes."

Almost Had Me Believing It - (Bucky barnes x reader)

"An undercover operation playing Bucky Barnes’ wife is a dream come true. Playing house in the suburbs while trying to take down a drug ring brings you and Bucky closer but a nosy neighbor causes trouble in paradise."

Like the Stars Miss the Sun - (Bucky barnes x reader)

"In the aftermath of the final battle with Thanos, you find yourself once again teaming up to fight with Bucky Barnes and Sam Wilson, all while trying to navigate the complicated relationship you have with the super soldier."

Imagines

Spooky Season - (Bucky barnes x reader)

Hope and Hopelessness - (Bucky barnes x avenger!reader)

"You get inured on a mission and Bucky makes the biggest mistake of his life."

Fanart

Thor and Loki

Steve is an Asshole

Random/Others

Imagines

Cupid Anonymous - (Spencer Reid x agent!reader)

"Garcia sets up an anonymous valentine’s matching site for fbi agents, and you think it’s the perfect opportunity to get over your work crush, spencer reid."

Childhood Friend - (Spencer Reid x reader)

The ObeyMe boys experience MC’s worst memories of them

A whole ass ObeyMe blog

Blog recs for ObeyMe

Fanart

ObeyMe

ObeyMe meme redraw 1, 2

ObeyMe (Beel and Mammon's ice cream)

ObeyMe Levi

ObeyMe Solomon

ObeyMe x Peter Pan

ObeyMe Lucifer

ObeyMe dad!Mammon

Twilight

Jean AOT

Levi Ackerman 1, 2

[allmentalyart]

Today I wanna show you this headshot here of my OC Duca!

He will get an introduction on here soon too, tho not today. But for short, he is a fallen Allmentaly, a half-ghost and the god of greed. Additionally, he is one of the last Nightskydragons in my original world and also the reason for being one of the last.

His story is also quite infamous, tho nobody remembers the true horrors this dragon has caused. He will be playing a role in the later books of my storyline, cause yes, this fella here is still alive during the main story :3

Anyways, I am currently quite slow with new art, so new posts might be a bit delayed. Tho, I am currently planning to do some art studies to improve in certain areas, so some updates regarding those might come :3

✅Likes, shares, saves and comments are highly appreciated

❌I own the copyright to these artworks! Any usage of it without my consent is prohibited! I don't consent to the usage of AI or NFTs! Stealing or tracing is obviously also prohibited!

[yo-aroleplayfinder]

Hi hi hiiiiiiiiii aaaaaaall so I don’t really have a good introduction, mainly because I go by nicknames… aahahhhhh lol but I’m an 18+ F (very gender apathetic tho) looking for other 18+ ppl who wanna RP some dark shyieeeeeet.

So I do have a few expectations for my RP partners that I hope aren’t too much!!

-pls be kind and patient

-I would like a mini paragraph, so like 10 lines tops (but it’s also cool if you can do more)

-communicate with me, even if it’s just a little bit!! I promise im friendly, just a little shy and awkward!

-I really only RP OC x CC, it’s just what I’m comfortable with :p I also only do doubles since it’s fair and I’m a people pleaser-

-you might have to be comfortable with a few dark themes (ofc tell me your limits and stuff! I have limits too, and I want us both to be comfortable!)

Now here’s what you’ll be expecting from me:

-there’s a slight probability I might make art of your OC’s XD

-I make 1x1 RP servers on Discord (it’s easier to manage that way :3)

-I might be a little nervous at first, that’s because I don’t often RP with other people (I’ve had too many bad experiences in the past)

-I DONT MASK ON THE INTERNET🗣️🗣️ I’m sorry, I might come off as a little too muchhh😖

-I might go a bit overboard with my responses, idk if that’ll be a good thing with you or not but don’t worry about giving me a really detailed response!!

Something I’ve been wanting to RP for some time now:

Fallout4 (this one will have plenty of dark themes, it’s Fallout after all! I’d like it if my partner could play as Paladin Danse :3)

Call of Cthulhu (this one will also have plenty of dark themes, because of Call of Cthulhu ofc! I’d like it if my partner could play as Edward Pierce)

Infamous (this one probably won’t be as dark as the others, but still contains some themes. I’d like it if my partner could play as Cole MacGrath)

Bioshock Infinite: Burial At Sea (This one will also ofc contain plenty of dark themes since it’s Bioshock! I’d like it if my partner could play as Booker DeWitt)

Assassin’s Creed (this one won’t be as dark as the other ones, but still will contain themes!! I’d like it if my partner could play as Shay Cormac, Alexios/Kassandra, whichever one they’d like :3)

YO YO YO ANON DIDNT GIVE A WAY TO CONTACT THEM SO JUST LIKE THA POST N THEYLL REACH OUT!!! (IM SORY ANON😭)

[planefood]

hi. i might be going crazy but if i'm not and i recall correctly; a couple months back or so you made a post talking about why you chose the city you did for your ocs and why it didn't take place in america. as a non american who fell into the weirdly common thing of making ocs that are american i really resonated with that post, i've been looking around for it and i can't find it. so i wanted to ask if you deleted it? it's 100% fine if you did i get it. i just want to know if its gone or i should keep looking around for it because of infamous tumblr search broken. thanks :-)

Okay this is tough because my tumblr has a tendency to just, hide posts of mine in the archive or tags (grrr) but I also delete posts a lot if I feel like I was overly emotional in them or if its just stupid tagging garbage but I might've deleted it because I wrote that when I was really upset, I know a lot of people related to it though so i'm really sorry to you guys! I might rewrite it more succinctly if I have the energy but the point in that old post still stands I suppose Sometimes I worry I come across as too patriotic or even, god forbid... "kiwiana" kitsch which would be a NIGHTMARE for me even if most of my followers wouldn't notice something like that. I also don't wanna give off the impression that my work is only for a small population or that I "hate americans" if I don't word it well enough. I probably only feel an obligation to write how I do because I fought so hard feeling recognised for my background after I moved here that feeling it happen again when I speak to people outside of NZ stresses me out. I'm glad other people resonated with it! But me getting so emotional over it isn't what I'd call a typical reaction idk. Really its more out of frustration, I feel like I'll never truly feel at home in any part of the world for multiple reasons, somewhere where I can feel comfortable relating to people just because we're from the same area but that's not really true. I was an outsider in Japan and I felt like an outsider living here. Moving to a bigger city didn't provide me much comfort as I still feel like I'm not apart of the "in group". I know people who haven't even moved countries like me will probably feel this (esp if you follow me cause no regular person would follow me tbh) thats the frustration I try to capture with my writing that I hope more people to can attach to than just "this is Aotearoa bitch!!!!!!!!!". I feel love and also a lot of rage for this country. My stories are less of a love letter for it and just auto biographical, some parts are cozy and nice but a lot is pretty rough and stressful. There's still the kid in me screaming "I WANT TO GO HOME!" all the time while I live here, back then "home" would've just been back in Japan but now I don't really know what that "home" is. I find solice in my characters trying to figure that out too

[greasers-stole-my-social-life]

The Secrets We Tell //

Dallas Winston x OC Curtis sister

Summary: After Cynthia Curtis suddenly gets iced out by her best friend, the notorious Dallas Winston, she’s desperate to take her mind off of him. After hearing about an end-of-the-year party at her school, she jumps at the opportunity to go. She no longer wants to even allow Dallas in her mind because to him, she’s now nothing. Tonight won’t be ruined by the infamous Dallas Winston.

A/N: Hey guys! It’s been a hot minute since I’ve written, but I hope y’all like this one! Lmk if y’all wanna Pt II from Dallas’ perspective, and lmk what u think!

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One whole week. An entire week without even being acknowledged by my best friend. Dallas Winston, known for being a heartbreaker and trouble maker, but never as someone who’s disloyal. He’s not one to shy away from confrontation, so it comes as a surprise to me that he won’t even tell me what he’s upset about. His devotion to the ones he calls friends is something most people admire about the hot head from New York, and something I’ve always flaunted on his behalf to those who don’t know him. How is it that that same person has now iced out one of the first friends that he’s made in Tulsa? How can he throw 6 years out the window like it means nothing? On Monday, I walked to the DX to bother Soda and Steve before going home, and unsurprisingly, Dallas and Johnny were already there. But, would you believe, the second Dallas sees me, him and Johnny say their goodbyes and walk the opposite direction. And on Wednesday, I come home with a box of Razzles, one of Dallas’ favorites, but when I walk through the door with my usual smile, he eyes me up and down, says goodbye to Johnny and Pony, and leaves! Leaves without saying anything! Not even bothering me for Razzles and tackling me for the box like usual! He just leaves! And he calls himself a best friend?!

It stings. But then I get angry. If he can forget about me at the drop of a hat, then I can do the same. I will live my life without Dallas Winston, and be perfectly fine in doing so.

***

“C’mon, Dar, I’ll be back before midnight!” I plead again, following him from the truck and into the house full of our regular group, except Johnny and Dally. The guys watch diligently as we bicker about the party for the 100th time this week. He sighs and swings himself around to face me, “Absolutely not, Cynthia. Not only is it a Soc party, but it’s a Soc party held in the woods. Forget it.” Darry didn’t understand why I needed to go to this party so badly, and it’s not like I could just tell him that my best friend wasn’t talking to me and I needed to distract myself; he’s too matter-of-fact to understand how I feel. He turns back around, and I decide to try one final time, “Okay, first off, it ain’t in the woods, it’s an after-game party at the park, and second, it isn’t held by the Socs; it’s a whole-school party.” Without saying anything else, we file into the house and Darry goes straight to the bathroom for a quick, cold shower.

I watch him turn the corner to the hallway, cross my arms, and plop down on the couch beside Pony. “Why do you even wanna go? You hate school parties,” Pony inquires, placing a bookmark in his copy of To Kill a Mockingbird and glancing over to me. “It’s my last year of high school and I’ve never gone to a party. This is the last one of the year, and I just wanna see what it’s like I guess,” I lie. “Those parties suck anyways...there’s always some soc that drinks too much and convinces his friends to go beat up a greaser with him,” Soda chimes as him and Steve play blackjack at the kitchen table. I narrow my eyes and stare at them in disbelief, “You guys used to go to those parties all of the time, and you still do!” Soda and Steve share a glance with each other before Steve pipes up, “And? We love fighting; it’d be weirder if we weren’t there.” I scoff and throw my head back against the couch as Pony begins to read again.

I sharply sit up as an idea pops into my head, causing Pony to jolt and drop his book. I earn a glare from Pony as he picks up his book again, and I make sure to mouth a ‘sorry’ to him as I give a light squeeze on his shoulder. “Hey, Two? Theoretically speaking, what would it take for you to sneak me into a school party, and tell Darry that we were going to the library?” I ask sweetly. His eyes don’t leave the TV screen as he replies, “It’d take a million dollars for me to lie to Superman, especially when the lie is as unbelievable as me goin’ to a library. Plus, I wouldn’t want to be responsible if you got jumped at the party. Your brothers would skin me alive.” 

Darry enters the living room again, smelling less like tar and sweat and more like tar and soap, and takes a seat in dad’s old chair in the corner, unfolding the newspaper. “Hey, Dar?” I start sweetly. “If it’s a question about the party, drop it,” he states coldly, not taking his eyes off the newspaper. “What if someone came with me? Like, Soda or Two-Bit?” I suggest softly. Darry lays the newspaper in his lap and lets out a big sigh, “Are you going to bother me about this for the rest of the day if I say ‘no’?” “Yup, and for the rest of your life too,” I respond matter-of-factly. “If you can find someone to go with you that I approve of, fine, but I want you back at 10, not 11, not 12. And, if anything happens tonight, you’re never leaving this house again,” he says sternly before picking up his newspaper again.

***

“I still can’t believe you managed to get Darry to say yes to me being responsible for ya,” Two-Bit ponders as he drives us to the party. “I can be very annoying when I need to be,” I smile cockily, watching the street lights flash by the car. The air is cold as it whips through the cracked car windows, the moon full. With it being so close to summer, I would’ve thought it would’ve been warmer, and I’m second guessing my attire. Darry was right, I should’ve opted for jeans instead of this stupid, white skirt that was almost too short for me. Luckily, I had tights underneath, but when it’s cold in Tulsa, you’re gonna be cold regardless of what you wear.

I wonder what Dallas would think of my attire. He knows I hate skirts, but I wear them because of how much Mama said she liked them on me. And he knows I hate parties, and he probably would’ve made some remark about how stupid I’m going to look showing up in some tattered sneakers and an un-ironed black button up. Then he would’ve made fun of the Socs that are gonna be there, probably faking a gag at the very idea of them. He would’ve had the idea in mind that we would tell Darry we were running to the store so that Dallas could buy some cigs, when in reality, he would drag me to another part of town with a house full of drunk, lively greasers that smelt of Brylcreem and cheap beer.

It would be fun—but no. I am going to have a great time without my best friend. I am going to meet new people and celebrate my youth before I graduate and have to get a job and figure out my future. Maybe I’ll drink until my stomach hurts and go home drunk—or maybe not actually; I think Darry would kill me before I ever got the chance to graduate if I did that. But maybe I’ll drink a little! Just enough to feel a soft buzz that makes the world seem less daunting!

“You’re awful quiet for someone who’s been raging about this party for the last week,” Two comments as we’re stopped at a red light. I haven’t told anyone about Dally icing me out, and I probably shouldn’t, but when an opportunity presents itself…

“Hey, Two? Has Dally been acting weird to you?” I question as I stare out the window. “Not really...” he trails off. I turn to look at him and notice he’s chewing the corner of his mouth. “You’re lying,” I state bluntly, turning to face him with a stern expression. He sighs and giggles slightly, “Not lying, just avoiding, babe.” “Avoiding what?” I press, not taking no for an answer. “I’m really not supposed to say anything. When guys say stuff to each other, it stays between them. I don’t make the rules, I just follow them,” he explains politely. “Liar! You never follow the rules! None of us do!” I laugh, playfully punching him in the shoulder. “Okay, well, you have to drop it on this one. Trouble your brothers with it or somethin’,” he shrugs as he pulls into the dirt parking lot where other Socs and Greasers stand by their cars, some staring us down while others give a quick wave. “He talked to my brothers?” I ask. But Two ignores me, and gets out of the car before he can answer and I can ask more. I step out and walk beside Two and a few other greasers we know that we parked beside.

Whatever. It doesn’t matter anyways, I’m at the party I jumped through hoops to get to. I’m just going to have fun, and ignore my thoughts of Dallas for now. I’m at the party, I’m going to have fun. I’m at the party, I’m going to have fun. I’m at the party–

“Hey! Cynthia, right?” A soft, yet husk voice calls out from behind us. Adam Martin, a tall, dirty blonde, brown-eyed gem from Texas that moved here a couple months ago runs up to us. I don’t know much about Adam other than he has a younger sister named May, made it on the football team despite starting at our school halfway through the year, and he’s awful at math to the point where it’s laughable; but it’s impossible to laugh at him because he’s far too kind. And surprisingly, he’s a Greaser with all of the Soc qualities. Unlike us Greasers, he’s popular, drives a brand new stinger that he won in a raffle a couple months ago, doesn’t put grease in his hair, but has frizz-less curls, and he sports a varsity jacket around school while every girl swoons over him and tacks his last name onto theirs in their notebooks instead of taking notes in English.

“Uh, yeah, we have trig together, right?” I inquire with a smile. “Yeah, that’s right! I didn’t know you’d be here, I’ve never seen you at any parties,” he observes with a big smile, and the whitest, shiniest teeth I’d ever seen. I turn to Two-Bit and wave him off as I walk beside Adam. Two nods his head and runs along with his buddies to find a keg. “Yeah, usually I’m much to busy with homework for parties,” I explain, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, then clasping my hands behind my back nervously as we continue. “I wish you would’ve come to more,” he divulges, and suddenly my cheeks are red and my smile is wide. “Why do you say?” I chirp, glancing up at his chocolate-swirled, hazel eyes. “I’ve kinda always wanted to talk to you since I got here, but I was pretty nervous…especially ‘cuz when I mention your name, your brothers and their friends get brought up a lot. And, I hope I don’t offend you when I say, but they sound like a pretty scary bunch,” he laughs as we reach a vacant bench at the heart of the party and take our seats.

I scrunch my nose with an awkward smile before explaining, “Yeah, I think that’s why a lot of people don’t talk to me. But I can assure you that they only fight if they have good reason!” He chuckles and says, “Well, guess you can’t argue with that.” We both let out a light laugh before catching a glance at each other, the moon and field lights illuminating each other’s features. “Do you want to get something to drink?” I ask, breaking up the moment. He smiles, “Allow me.” He gets up, leaving me at the bench. I glance around and catch Two’s eyes, and flash him a thumbs up so that he can return to his group.

See? I can have fun without Dallas! Who needs him when you have Adam Martin to keep you company.

I see Adam at one of the coolers, taken away in conversation with Chet Grimes, fellow football player and professional douchebag. I hide my discontent at the sight of Chet, and observe who else is at the party. Lisa Hughes, Cindy Sanchez, Heath Callister, Dallas Winston, James Turnigan—Dallas?! What is he doing here?! He hates these stupid high school parties!

Dallas stands beside Sarah Hannigan as she rambles on and on to him about something incoherent to me, all the while, he appears to be looking around the party. Perhaps he’s people watching like I am. Or maybe he’s looking for me—no. He wouldn’t. He wouldn’t be because he has no reason to. Clearly he’s upset, and that’s why he’s not speaking to me anymore, so he probably has friends with him and he’s looking for them. Whatever, it doesn’t matter what he’s doing.

I look around for Adam, but seem to have lost him in the crowd. Not wanting Dallas to see me by myself, I get up quick and look around for any sign of Two and his friends. It’s as though every single student decided to show up right here, right now. I squeeze past different groups of people and hear a familiar laugh. Thank God, I found Two-Bit!

Two’s already drunker than a gambler at the racetrack, and normally, I’d be annoyed, but, and I can’t believe I’m saying this, I’ve never been happier to see Two in my life. I smile at him and the other Greasers before joining the circle that they’ve created. While the group babbles about their greatest hits against Socs, my eyes dance around the party to try and find Adam. Again, he’s nowhere to be seen, and I try to listen to what the guys are saying. But it’s hard to concentrate when you know your, maybe, best friend is around you, yet you can’t talk to them because your pride prevents you from it.

Why was Dallas here anyways? He’s the one that always talked about how much he hated the whole concept of high school, and how I should just drop out like him. But now he’s here? Doing what? He’d much rather be at the rodeo or at Buck’s, and he wouldn’t be caught dead at some high school kickback at the park. Or at least not usually. Maybe he’s looking for a fight with an easy target? But why would he choose a drunken Soc? He prefers a challenge, even when he’s way in over his head; I can’t possibly imagine him hanging around a party looking to fight some rando wearing tan corduroys and freshly polished shoes.

“There you are!” Adam exclaims behind me, startling me ever so slightly. I turn to face him before he apologizes kindly and hands me a beer in a red solo cup. I say thank you, and follow him to a group of his friends nearby, taking a final glance over my shoulder to see if I could see Dallas again. But I don’t. It’s as though he vanished. Maybe I had imagined him here? Probably, I mean, with how much thought I’m giving him, you’d think I was crazy.

Even though Adam and I stand with the group, we have our own conversation as though the others don’t exist. His family’s broken, like mine, but not in the same way. He has a mom and dad, but they treat him like he doesn’t exist because they’re too focused with work and his little sister, May, who’s just 3 years old. But he explains that she sees him, and he’s okay with things that way. And believe it or not, that Stinger that he won? He absolutely despises it. He jokes about it constantly, causing me to laugh more than I should. He says the car is way too small for a 6’4” guy like him, and he’s embarrassed every time he has to squeeze into that tiny sports car after school. And even more embarrassing, the first time he got out of the car, he practically fell out because one of his shoes got caught on the edge of the floor. His reenactment of the event causes me to laugh louder than I ever should, especially when, during the explanation, Adam actually falls and spills some of his beer on his pristine varsity jacket. I help him back up, and he excuses himself as he chuckles to go and find something to clean up his jacket.

Realizing that the rest of the group doesn’t care too much for my laughing presence, I step away to find Two again, finishing off whatever is in my cup. I see Two by a keg and start making my way over. Perhaps it’s the buzz from the alcohol or the disorienting high of laughing so much, but I don’t realize the tall, dark figure standing beside Two until it’s too late.

“Hey, Cyn,” Dallas greets sheepishly. Two giggles ever so slightly and says, “I will leave y’all to it.” I watch him laugh and stumble away towards a group of girls who seem to be amused at his behavior. “What was that about?” I ask, trying to hold my composure and not seem buzzed. “Hell if I know, that’s just Two, but what are you doing here anyways?” Dallas inquires, seemingly bothered by my presence. “I could ask you the same. You don’t even go to school,” I snap, crossing my arms over my chest.

“What’s your deal?”

“Seriously? You’re gonna ask me that?”

“Okay, fine. Forget it then. What time are you supposed to be home?”

“Don’t see why that would matter to you.”

“Jeez, lay off would ya? It’s a quarter to ten, I can’t imagine Dar would want you out any later than that. Why don’t I take you–”

“No.”

Dallas stares in disbelief. I narrow my brows and turn away to pour myself more beer from the keg, but can’t seem to figure out the spout. Dallas watches in amusement before teasing, “M‘kay, lightweight, let me get that for you.” He scoffs as he fills my cup, and suddenly my eyes start to burn with tears. “Why are you mad at me?” I wince. Dallas suddenly looks confused, “Mad at you—why are you about to cry?” “I’m not, and yeah, you’re clearly mad at me. You don’t talk to be anymore, and you ignore me when we’re at home, and you obviously told Two-Bit something ‘cuz he lies every time I ask him about ya,” I fight back tears, but a couple stream down my cheeks before I wipe them away. He laughs slightly before handing me my drink and guiding me to a fallen tree by the field for us to sit on.

“I’m not mad at you, and also, I’d prefer you didn’t talk to Two about me because half of it won’t even be accurate,” he chuckles, playing with a ring on his finger. “If you’re not mad at me, why aren’t you talking to me? Obviously something’s wrong!” I exclaim as I stand up quickly and face him, causing a little bit of my beer to spill out over my hand. Dallas scoffs again, looking away from me before standing up as well, “It doesn’t matter what’s wrong anyways. You’re fine whether I’m here or not, and I’m sure Darry prefers it that way too! I drink, I smoke, I keep you out past curfew–”

“So all this is because of Darry? He told you–”

“Darry didn’t tell me anything! It’s me, I’m telling you! We don’t make a good team, and you deserve better.”

“What?! Where is this even coming from?! Never once have I said to you I’m better than you–”

“You don’t have to!”

“Cynthia, is everything okay?” Adam surprises me, and I turn around to look at him, tears now freely flowing. “Everything’s fine, she’s just–” Dallas starts. “I didn’t ask you,” Adam glares at Dallas before turning to me again softly, “Are you okay?” My stomach begins to turn, but I confirm, “Yeah, everything’s fine. This is my brothers’ friend, Dallas Winston, the biggest grade-A asshole.” “Why don’t I take you home,” Adam suggests, holding out his hand. My stomach grumbles again before Dallas chimes, “I’ve got it, her brothers won’t be happy with a stranger taking her home anyways.” “Well I’m not letting her go with you if she’s crying and yelling at you,” Adam states firmly. Their words begin to get muffled as the familiar taste of alcohol begins to resurface.

Oh no.

I turn away from both of them, holding onto Dallas’ forearm as I throw up onto the grass in front of me. Onlookers gasp, giggle, point, and everything in between. Adam takes a step back with a look of disgust on his face, while Dallas is quick to place a hand on my lower back while the other holds my hair out of my face. As I lean over and look at my foamy vomit that’s sinking into the ground, I turn bright red, not even wanting to look at everyone else around me.

I’m going to die of embarrassment before I ever graduate, this is it.

Before anyone has a chance to make any sort of joke, Dallas shouts for everyone to hear, “If any of you so much as look at her funny, I will personally make it my mission to make sure you never step foot in Oklahoma ever again!” Eventually, everyone turns around and goes back to their conversations, terrified of the infamous Dallas Winston causing them harm in any way, and I finally look around and don’t feel as scared. “You okay, doll face?” Dallas whispers, keeping his hand on my lower back as I stand beside him and look at Adam. “Uh, you know, I’d better get going, but it was great meeting you, Cynthia,” he awkwardly gives his farewell, taking a final glance at the vomit before walking away briskly.

I cringe at the interaction before glancing up at Dallas. He can’t help but smirk and sigh, “Let’s go home, barf bag.” I glare at him before turning away to smile. As we walk back to the car, a drunken Two-Bit’s laugh can be heard along with some disgruntled Socs. Dallas hands me the keys before saying firmly, “Passenger’s seat, not driver’s, kid.” He walks away to retrieve our giggling jester, and I continue making my way to Buck’s car.

I’d know that car anywhere. Dallas drives it more than Buck does most of the time, and it’s the first car I ever drove. Dallas and I had gotten high when we were 14 and were in an abandoned parking lot when I mentioned how terrified I was to learn how to drive. Suddenly, I was being egged on to try it out, and how there’s no better time than the present. Yes, I definitely should’ve been sober, and yes, I probably shouldn’t have listened to a higher-than-a-kite Dallas Winston, but there I was, behind the wheel of a beautiful, red Thunderbird, telling Dallas how nervous I was that I was going to crash it. At one point, Dallas grabbed control of the wheel when I was heading towards the only other car in the lot, but once we diverted a 15 mile per hour crash that definitely would’ve taken our lives, we put the car in park and laughed hysterically. When it’s just Dallas and I, he still teases me about how awful of a driver I was at that time, and I can’t help but laugh at the thought of having to explain to Buck how I crashed into the only other car in the parking lot, going under the speed limit, while high on one puff at six o’clock on a random Thursday. I wish I could go back to that moment.

I try to stick the key into the lock, but struggle before actually being able to unlock the car door. As if on cue, Two and Dallas show up right as I get the door open, and Two practically dives into the backseat. Dallas pushes the seat back into place and makes a dramatic, yet sarcastic, gesture for me to get in, somewhat gently closing the door after me.

I glance back at Two, and he’s nearly knocked out, his eyes getting heavier and heavier the more I stare, and by the time Dallas settles into the driver’s seat and starts the car, Two’s out like a light. I turn and look at Dallas with a light smile as he turns his head to back out. Before he does, we stare at each other for a moment. Without saying anything, he tells me that he’s not angry at me, he’s scared of something. He gets the car moving again, and we begin our short journey back home.

“On the bright side, we’ll make it back right at ten, so your brother won’t be chewing anyone’s head off tonight,” Dallas comments, pulling a cigarette out of the pocket inside his light brown, leather jacket. “Light this for me would ya?” Dallas asks, using the cig to gesture to the glove compartment where Buck keeps the lighter. The lighter, which is nearly empty, struggles to ignite, but of course, the second it does, I burn my thumb and drop it on the floor of the car, cursing under my breath and cradling my hand. “Klutz,” Dallas teases before taking my hand, and briefly sucking the stinging part of my thumb to cool the burn before letting go of my hand. Seemingly shocked by his own actions, Dallas sits up straight in the seat and stares forward, clearing his throat. My heart is pounding out of my chest as butterflies tickle the sides of my stomach.

What was that? Why am I feeling like this? Was Dallas somehow attractive? My best friend, Dallas? The same Dallas who belches after every sip of soda? The one who hocks a loogie after every cigarette and measures how far it goes? The same one who leaves the toilet seat up?! Attractive?! No way in hell! I’m just buzzed and confused and coming off the anxiety of embarrassment. There’s no way that that was attractive. Think about how many girls he’s done that to. Gross. Think gross thoughts, think gross thoughts, think gross thoughts–

“So Buck has this new broad staying with him, and, get this, she wants him to quit drinking to be with her. And guess what he said? He said he would! Can you believe that?” Dallas gossips animatedly. I shake my head from its brain fog and exclaim, “Nuh-uh, no way! Buck? Who owns a bar? That’s insane.” “That’s what I’m saying, there’s no way that’s gonna work, I hate to say it,” Dallas chuckles. “Well…” I trail off with a smile, imagining how whipped Buck must be to consider quitting.

“‘Well’ what?”

“Maybe he really likes her.”

“So?”

“Maybe he really wants to change for her.”

“Not Buck Merrill, that’s impossible.”

“Don’t be so severe on ‘im. What if he really sees a future with her? It might be worth it.”

“The futures not even guaranteed though…I mean, what if they end up hating each other? Or she leaves him or cheats on him or–”

“And what if she doesn’t?”

The car’s silent, then Dallas says, “I guess it would work out then. They’d be happy.”

I look at the small burn on my thumb and run my other thumb over it. It’s no longer stinging, but there’s a small blister. The thought of Dallas fixing the burn crosses my mind again, and I find myself smiling wide.

Have I ever made Dallas feel this way?

We pull up to my house, but neither of us move, stuck in the comfort of each other’s, and Two-Bit’s, I guess, company. I search the depths of my mind for the right thing to say, anything to call him my best friend again. I just want him around again, even if it was just to tell me how awful of a driver I am, or how I can’t hold my alcohol, or how I’m wearing a skirt even though I hate them. How could this have happened? How could we go from goofing around everyday to crossing the street when we see each other? How do we go back?

“I was never mad at you,” Dallas starts, fiddling around with his Saint Christopher as he stares down the street and scoffs, “I don’t think I ever could be mad at you, even if I really wanted to be.”

Knowing Dallas wouldn’t look at me when trying to formulate some sort of twisted apology, I stare down at the empty lighter on the ground, pick it up, and mess with the flint. “Then why’d you stop talking to me?” I question sadly.

“I don’t know…It’s like one day I woke up and realized you would be moving forward without me, y’know,” he uncomfortably snickers.

“What could you possibly mean? What would I be moving on to?” I press, holding the lighter between my hands and staring out the windshield.

He scoffs in disbelief, “C’mon, Cyn. You’re smart and wanna leave Tulsa, so you will. You put in those college applications, you’re saving up for a car, you even talk about your dream of living in California like it’s set in stone. Like there’s no talking you out of it. It’s going to happen.”

I turn to face him, and explain, “I’m not going to stay in Tulsa forever, of course not, but that doesn’t mean I should be punished for it. I want change, and I want to start somewhere fresh and have the freedom to try everything. That’s not here in Tulsa, let alone Oklahoma, and you’ve even talked about wanting to leave here. I just don’t buy it, Dal. What’s the real reason you shut me out? And be honest.”

He finally looks at me, his eyes filled with annoyance and a touch of anger. “I don’t like how you make me feel,” he admits coldly.

I’m taken aback, thinking about how to answer. Before I can, he adds, “It’s just annoying that I can’t be how I usually am around you…Like tonight for instance. I should be drunk and trying to pick up every broad I see, but I’m not. I’m completely sober and driving you home, making sure you get home before curfew, and making sure you don’t go home with some jock who you barely know.

“And last week, when you showed up early to Buck’s and waited for me to get there, and then that creep from Nebraska hit on you. And instead of knocking his teeth in, I bit my tongue and walked you out. And that’s not me! I love fighting! I would’ve jumped at the chance to knock him to the ground! But I didn’t because I knew it would’ve made you cry. You would’ve resented me for it, and I would’ve had to make it up to you a hundred times over because I would’ve scared you.

“I got so tired of you, but I hated not having you around at the same time, which is why I went to that stupid party. I hate that I feel the need to be more like that dipshit you were talking to tonight—And I don’t mean a jock, I mean being some sort of prep that’s respectable and on his way to becoming one of those stupid neighbors that’s obsessed with how his lawn looks or something. I don’t want to be that! You know how much I hate preps, and I know how much you hate them, so why do I feel the need to be that way for you?! It’s not fair.”

I can’t help but let out a quick laugh, “Why would you care what I think?” Dallas turns away with a huff, and before he gets the chance to say anything, Two chimes in, “Because he likes you!” My smile falls and those butterflies start dancing around my stomach again. Dallas is quick to turn and face the smart ass sitting in the back seat, “I told you not to say anything!” Two just laughs and sits up in the back, laughing directly in the face of danger. I’m quick to push Dallas back into the front before he does something he’ll regret.

“Dallas, is that true?!” I interrogate, making sure to keep a neutral tone despite feeling a strange sense of joy. Dallas looks to me, his eyes softening, but before he even gets a chance to answer, my door is opened, and Darry stands leaning over the car, “You’re late.” I turn to Darry, then back to Dallas, who hasn’t said a word and has since turned a soft shade of red. I face Darry again and smile sheepishly, “But I’m home, aren’t I?” Two-Bit leans over the center console and burps, “Sorry for bringing her back late, Sir.” Darry just roles his eyes and steps away from the door so that I can get out. “Thanks, Dally,” Darry says before closing the door. “No problem, Superman,” Dallas jokes before starting the car back up. I take a final glance before he speeds off with Two-Bit in tow, and I can almost make out a beaming smile from the guy everyone deems as angry at the world and bitter.

I grin widely as we make our way inside, where Soda and Pony sit on the couch, saying their “ooh”’s as we walk through the door. But I don’t care. No matter what punishment Darry gives, it doesn’t matter. Dallas Winston, the boy I’ve known since I was 11, who I thought I had all figured out, was a complete mystery. Dallas, my best friend, has been hiding a part of himself from me, and I had no idea.

As Darry explains the consequences that come from being out past curfew, I stare blankly into his eyes. He yaps on and on, eventually pointing out the smell of alcohol hovering around me, but even then, I can’t stop thinking about Dallas. How long has he liked me? Why hasn’t he tried to make a move on me, after all, isn’t that what he’s kinda known for? If Dallas wants something, he always gets it. And why would he have gone out with Sylvia? Could Two-Bit have been confused? He has been drinking…

But he smiled.

He doesn’t smile like that very often. Was a part of him happy that Two said what he said? Dallas isn’t one to talk feelings, so maybe by Two-Bit blurting out his secret, it was like a weight was lifted from his shoulders. And that would mean, it’s true. Dallas Winston likes me. Likes me.

“…grounded for a month,” Darry finishes, pulling me from my thoughts. “Yeah, okay,” I agree quickly, getting up from the kitchen table and walking to my room. “What?! No argument?!” Darry shouts as I close my bedroom door, throw myself onto my bed, and squeal into my pillow, something I normally would be ashamed of, but I can’t help it.

I wonder what Dallas is thinking right now. I wonder if he’s thinking of me, or maybe he’s too preoccupied with getting Two-Bit home. Hopefully Dallas isn’t too harsh on Two, he was just being his usual self. And surely, he must’ve learned his lesson; never tell Two-Bit Mathews who you like. But I’m sure glad he did.

[1800duckhotline]

what is vampire the masquerade and whats killer is dead. i assume videod games but i could be wrong... you seem to be having soo much fun im nosaayy 😁

omg hi mani im so flattered u would ask!! yeah ive been in the throes of videogames lately AHAH... oc brained but videogame about it sort of...

vampire the masquerade is actually a ttrpg originally published in the 80s i think, but it keeps getting updated so its not like. anything super old... whenever i mention "vampire the masquerade: bloodlines" im talking about the 2004 videogame created based off of the ttrpg! im biased in loving vtm and vtmb since well. it's about vampires. but i think it's an unique take on them that like makes the supernatural aspect not too boring compared to the classic supernatural vampire take. since it involves clans, a lot of vampire politics and societal aspects to it all, etc... Bloodlines itself is not a perfect game (ill avoid geeking out too much about the brief dev hell history it had) but i value it so dearly bc its so 2004 and is so gothic/alternative in its genuine influence. also the story is goofy but really good too (with um, simultaneously, the con that It Is a 2004 Game, meaning it has a lot of weird bigotries that were normalized for the time lol). Unforchy it's almost unplayable without downloading an additional patch mod that restores also a lot of cut content ^_^ but you make do... its so easy to make ocs for the game and the general ttrpg, sooo many ways you can go with your characters!! Bloodlines itself as a game is an action/adventure RPG mostly focused on combat (with stuff like stealth sessions) as well as various ways to resolve different quests. the variety of said outcomes is mostly limited by the fact the studio wasn't able to polish the game at all for release due to activision, the publisher, pushing troika games (dev team) to release the game early to compete with half life 2 at the time (yeah crazy i know). that said, the dialogues can be really charming and fun and offer a nice variety of things to do.. its not perfect but seriously is the best vampire RPG game around so far..

killer is dead is completely different (mostly because i can never focus on one thing for too long lmfao), it's an hack and slash 2014 game created by suda51 and grasshopper manufacture (same game devs behind no more heroes, lollipop chainsaw, shadows of the damned etc) and it's. an okay game. i dont even know if i can explain the story bc its like, a clusterfuck. and usually clusterfuck stories are goichi suda's specialty but this one goes over the moon (funny joke if You Know). it's a pretty mid game. I love it on one hand bc its easy to play and very stylish, tho the shaders sometimes can give you an headache. I also love the protagonist (mondo zappa) because to me thats a butch not just some guy. Unfortunately the game has the very strong cons of being too short for the kind of game it is, and also has an infamously bizarre minigame that's called "gigolo missions"... you basically go on "dates" with beauties (sexy girls basically), you give them gifts until they 'love' you and then you go have sex and they give you weapon upgrades as a result. the date though consists of you building up your "guts meter" by looking at their boobs or legs so it's like. REALLY STRANGE. CANT HASHTAG IM SORRY FEMINISM OUT OF THIS ONE I'M AFRAID.... it's so conflicting bc apparently suda didn't want to add this function but publishers forced him to. oh well. a solid 6.5/10 tbh. idk if i'd reccomend it tho maybe gameplays are better than getting it at full price imo (i got my game as a gift)

UM SO SORRY FOR GEEKING OUT...I HOPE THE EXPLANATION WAS CLEAR. My brain keeps jumping from media to media with no pause... i wanna focus on ocs again but this keeps happening hahaha

[thatdeadaquarius]

i NEED to see more of your art !!!!!

*bats eyelashes* this is a threat.

AHFLALSDHA WHAT- STOP GET OUT NO U DONT PLEASE-

U WANNA SEE MY ART??!!

IVE BEEN WAITING FOR YEARRSSS FOR SOMEONE TO SEE MY ART-

For future standalone posts like Possession AU/actual Fanfics/Non-Asks I'll probably add some of my art as a fun visual, since it sucks the closest I can get is gifs to feeling more immersed! :/

These I drew over the past 2-3 weeks! They're my lovely OCS, left to right, Lucille, Mara and Sabrina! They're story is a big fat beautiful shit on JK Rowl*ng! Lucille is a black lesbian successful trans woman/future magic council-woman, Mara is a japanese-american hard-headed/bold sapphic woman/future professional magical athlete, and Sabrina is a plus-size queer woman/future professional magical plants necromancer! They're in my twist on Harry Potter universe, where they all go to magical university, and the point is that Mara and Lucille are infamous school rivals, but then fall in love/fall in love with Sabrina too! A magical gay polycule if u will, I've written 2 short stories about them for my fiction class so far!

SHEESH, DO ME A FAVOR AND CLICK FOR QUALITY!!

this was my last project for my illustration 2 class! I have a physical comic book/zine I'm making, but this is the summary TLDR digital piece lol, its actually a sort of isekai of myself into Percy Jackson and changing his fate for the better! (Yes ik his anatomy is ROUGH, dont look at him too hard- SOBS)

Here's an earlier project this year from Illustration 2, I got an article I had to make illustrations for, to help you understand it/add aesthetic to it! My subject was Cosmic Topology, pretty sick topic if u ever wanna look it up, it's about the shape of the universe! :0

^^^

And these-

are the gifs from that art exhibition I talked so much about the past couple weeks! It was my senior art exhibition (a requirement to display art in the uni gallery to graduate!)

irl photos under this text block!

These are actually being projected across pages in a fake photo album/prom guestbook thingy, fully interactive so u can turn the pages and it shows a new animation, like a magical storybook! Also, since it's prom themed, I made it a kinda guestbook/sign book so gallery viewers can get some glitter pens I left out to sign the end of it! I also have a playlist I made playing in the gallery along with it so it's like what they'd play at this prom! :) hope that made sense!

The content is that the girl you see walking around in white is getting social anxiety/stressed out, to the point of dissociating, as a way of doing my theme I've kept up for university of things appearing darker than they initially look (hence the colors + I love colors), and to bring awareness to mental health!

welp, didnt mean to include all that black space, but that's my artist statement too! (u cant see the prints in the pictures, that's just my interactive piece I was talking about!)

hope if u click on the statement it's readable lol

Just click on the Alt text, I pasted it there 😭 also the piece is called

"You're the Star of the Night (you're dissociating)!"

Tumblr hates me so I just made the gif of me actually turning the pages into a link/QR code thingy! feel free to check out if u want :)

Uh anyway, if you made it this far, thank you so much!

Can't wait to make more fanart tbh lol

AND THANK YOU SO MUCH AGAIN FOR ASKING ORAH!! (sorry it wasnt more genshin stuff whoops...) RLLY HOPE I DIDNT SPAM U TOO HARD-

Safe travels,

💀♒️

[callsignbaphomet]

@apothecaryforwearysouls

Lmao I don't even know where to start. So Oracle is a paramilitary PMC that has ZERO ties to any government, country or anything really. Like there are no ties.

Oracle has several goals but the biggest one is making sure humans don't obliterate non-humans and vice versa. Aside from that this world, setting, whatever you wanna call it deals with anything and everything paranormal.

Look, my dumbass 14-year-old ass was watching a James Bond movie one day and I thought, "Huh, what if this shit had werewolves in it?" and so Oracle was made. Actually, it was made later during the summer of 2000 'cause my mom's ex had promised we'd have a fun family summer of traveling the island and doing so many fun things. I bought a journal to document it all. Midsummer rolled around and we did nothing and my journal was blank so I took that previous idea and fucking RAN TO THE HILLS WITH IT. 23 years later we have this massive as fuck all world in my brain that I bother everyone with.

Anyway, Oracle started with 3 men. A werewolf, a vampire and a human during the height of the Akkadian empire! The werewolf is actually the man that is now known as Aleksey Malakhov aka Angelus's grandfather aka Jelani's father-in-law/mentor.

He had a different name back then I just forgot and I don't feel like looking through my hundreds of notes and files to find it.

By the way, Aleksey is Sumerian. He's been around for a while now. In fact he was one of the very first werewolves. All 4 of the first werewolves are Sumerian and yes, they are still alive today in 2023. How? Werewolves are VERY long lived but not that long. It's part of the original curse. The first of every breed inherets the curse and has to live with it forever.

Spoiler alert. With Angelus being the FIRST and frankly the only Crossedbreed he is also cursed. He can't die. He just hasn't realized that but Aleksey knows it and doesn't feel like telling his grandson will help in anyway. Is that a bad thing? Probably but he's doing it out of love. Angelus had been suicidal for decades and had attempted suicide so many times he lost count after 200 times. He's doing far better now a days though.

We don't have just werewolves here in Oracle. There are werewolves, vampires, fairies, monsters--shorter list is what we don't have: aliens. Idk it's not my thing. If you wanna say there ARE aliens in Oracle then who am I to say there aren't any.

As I kept expanding Oracle I wanted to add people from different cultures, backgrounds, ethnicities, believes, religions, faiths. We have EVERYTHING here. When I say I have a metric shit ton of OCs I mean it with my entire chest. I want to represent everyone. Easier said than done 'cause I wanna be accurate and respectful and a lot of times that means doing a lot of research and sometimes it gets tedious. I'm just one man behind all of this fantastical nonsense.

Yeah, I mostly talk about Loke, Jelani, Trevor and Angelus because those are my comfort characters and I know them better than I know my own damn self. Not gonna sit here and lie, Jelani's at the forefront for any and all Oracle things. Everywhere I am online I use him as a pfp. He's the mascot if that makes sense. I am extremely proud of this character and I love him so much. He's to Oracle what Pikachu is to Pokemon. Idk if that makes sense.

Oracle doesn't just focus solely on the PMC. There are so many things that make up this setting. There's groups of humans that hate and fear anything that isn't human and want to kill them all off. The most infamous being the Council of the Knights which admittedly has been a thorn on Oracle's side for a few centuries now. We have problematic vampire covens who think of non-vampires as cattle and make shit difficult for others. We have a death cult led by a very unstable woman who created a virus that destabilized actual fucking deities into destroying shit with the help of a deity (actually it's a Concept but that's too complicated for now). There's also deities themselves that every so often wanna start shit. Because of that we have people like the Nyota tribe from Kenya who have dedicated their entire lives to keeping a rogue and exiled Maker imprisoned so They don't start Their stupid nonsense again.

What the fuck is a Maker? There is a hierarchy when it comes to deities.

Iirc it's demigods, gods, and finally Makers. Makers are the gods of the gods. Those are like actual creators, they make the rules and shit but they also break 'em. They're complicated. There is NOTHING above a Maker...except for the Concepts. The best way I can explain a Concept is that they are ideas and the very first Concept is the Concept of Existence. There's the Concept of Evil, Concept of Concequense, Concept of Good, Concept of Nothingness and many more. CoE and CoN are opposing ideas that have been at each other's throats since always.

Concepts intervene in life but they don't at the same time. They also only exclusively communicate with Makers. Only Makers. Jelani has an...interesting role with CoE and some other Makers and by extension with CoN. I can explain that in another post cuz it's a lot and complicated.

So as for what kind of creatures Oracle has? Like I said I wanna add any and all cultures so there's everything to pick and choose from. I've even invented a few. Are there cryptids? Yes! In this setting things like the Mothman, Bigfoot, Nessie, Jersey Devil and just basically all cryptids are just creatures from other planes/realms whatever you wanna call them. Some people use planes others use realms some others use other words. How the fuck did they get from one to ours? Easy. Portals. Portals are unstable and quite frankly scary natural phenomena that happens randomly all over the world. Sometimes creatures and animals get caught in them and get trapped in other realms. Sometimes it's a building, sometimes an entire town gets trapped.

Is there magic? Yes, there is!

Can anyone use/learn magic? Yes! We don't do that stupid "chosen one, only a select few can use or learn magic" bullshit here. Magic is an ability that anyone can learn to use.

Are there rules? Yes!.....I just gotta find that stupid file where I have it and I'll post it if anyone wants to know more about it.

Oracle deals with things of magical natures too as well as portals and planes. There are actual black sites where, and I use this word loosely, "stable" portals lead to other planes that need to be checked every so often. Not many Oracle agents have access to this kind of op by the way. It's really need to know level type shit.

So back to the founding of Oracle. These 3 men, these sell swords got together and went into business together and were like unstoppable. As time went on 3 became 6 then 6 became 9 and then we get to 2023 with Oracle still very much alive and kicking with thousands of agents all over the world with 6 branches spread across the world and 2 training facilities.

If Oracle is 100% independent from any government then how does it pay it's agents and employees?

Aleksey has invested very wisely, owns parts of companies, owns whole ass major companies that generate a bitch ton of money. All of these are made up by me obviously. Part of the profits from those hundreds of companies go into the pockets of agents, assets, and Familiars. It pays for weapons, gear, vehicles, gadgets, ammo, facilities, housing--EVERYTHING!

Look I don't know how realistic that is I'm horrible at math and economics so just go with it.

Wtf is a Familiar?

A Familiar is a person (non-human or human) that indirectly works for Oracle. They give information, keep an eye on certain groups, areas, phenomena and the like. Familiars can be approached by Oracle to join as agents IF they so choose.

There are certain rules that apply to certain characters, places, ideas, creatures and stuff but for the most part I like living things open to enterpretation and flexible.

I think C said it best. Oracle can be described as "weird espionage with a cosmic horror twist". It's got a tiny teeny alternate history to it too.

I hope that covers like the basics of Oracle. If you wanna know something else about the setting as a whole or specifically about Loke in this setting just ask.